#sometimes i go on a spree marking a bunch of things from the same tag at once

[daz4i]

dude imagine if we could apply filters to our ao3 history and marked for later lists..

[anotheranimestan]

Heyooo I legit just found u bc of the bakugo series, and then I went on a spree reading your account- ugh I’m in love!!! Do you think you could tag me when part 3 comes out?

Ahhh! Thank you so much! ❤️ You guys have no idea how much a few words of encouragement means to writers 😭.

No need to tag tho because here it is!!!!! 😃

Sorry it took so long. I wanted to write it as best as I could! I don’t want disappoint anyone who’s been enjoying so far. ☺️

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All Bark No Bite (pt. 3)

(Final part)

Bakugo angst + ~sexual tensionnn~

Please, children avert your eyes. Things get a LITTLE inappropriate here 😳

Read part 1 and part 2

wc: 2.4k

He’s an asshole...but he’s a HOT asshole 🤤

You’d never seen his room before. It was much different than you’d imagined. You’d expected burn marks all over the walls or blown up debris of things scattered about. Maybe a bunch of mirrors so he could look at his self-confident, conceited ass all night. But actually it was kinda of nice. Pretty neat. He had some posters hung up and some books laying around. Black sheets and blankets. And it smelled oddly sweet in here, sort of pleasant believe it or not.

You’re so used to him yelling and exploding so it was weird seeing him so relaxed, in his natural habitat. Doing normal things. Like eating a snack, tapping his pencil in concentration, fidgeting with his hair. He even spun around in his rolling chair a few times mindlessly. He was acting sort of...cute? It was unnerving being attracted to him like this.

But as soon as he noticed you watching him it was all over. You were making him self conscious. He didn’t even realize he’d let his guard down like that.

“That makes absolutely no sense, dumbass.” His voice was bored and over it.

“What are you talking about!? I’ve explained it three times!” You retorted indignantly.

“Exactly. I thought you were smarter than this...” He jabbed before turning around and flipping his notebook shut.

You’d spent twenty minutes attempting to teach him what he’d missed in class earlier today but he was insufferable. Easily the worst student on the planet. Every time you explained something he’d tell you how to teach it better. Who does that!?

“Whatever moron. I didn’t come up here to try and teach your pea brain. I—“ The words were harder to say than you’d expected. Painful actually. They really didn’t want to come out. “I just wanted to say sorry for getting you—“

He whipped a pencil and it hit you directly in the forehead.

“Ouch, what the fuck?” You hissed, rubbing the sore spot. How’d he get so much damn power behind that thing?

“Don’t apologize. It’s weird.”

“What!?” You threw the pencil back but only managed to hit his shoulder.

“Anyways...” He ignored you, completely unfazed by your assault.

“You’re easily the most—“

“Anyways...” You swore if he cut you off one more time you were going to smack the shit out of him. “Aizawa thinks you’ve lost your mind.”

The unexpected information took you aback.

“He saw you try and get yourself blown up in class yesterday... No sane person is stupid enough to pull a move like you did.”

Ah yes... he meant the time you wrapped the man’s hand around your neck, tauntingly, in front of like 20 classmates and two teachers. You’d been trying to avoid asking yourself the question of why you did that. You claimed it was the best way to shut him up....but there were other ways to do that. More reasonable ones. You wouldn’t admit you’d daydreamed of doing it before and subconsciously took the opportunity. Red embarrassment flashed through your body again. God knows what they were all thinking when they witnessed that. You desperately wished people would stop reminding you.

Suddenly the need to defend yourself bubbled up. “I—I only did that because I knew you wouldn’t do anything.”

He scoffed. But didn’t deny it. “If you’re going to try something stupid. At least do it right.” He chastised.

Your body froze as he stood up and walked over, crouching down directly in front of you.

“If I wanted to choke you. I’d do it like this.”

He wrapped his hand around your neck. Demonstrating the best way to actually cut off someone’s air flow. But he did it so gently you barely even heard his explanation. You were just flashing back to last night. Instantly your entire body lit on fire. Replaying this scene in your head was strong enough. But reenacting had you completely out of sorts. Kissing him again but this time going full out. You wanted to bite him, just to hear him make that deep moan into your mouth again. Just imagining it was making you flutter. Aching to have him pressed up against you like that, relieving some of this pressure that was building up in your body. You felt yourself unraveling. About to pounce.

But he interjected with something that stunned you once again. “The way you did it would be better for...other forms of choking.”

Dear god. Surely he knew what he was doing to you. If he kept this up any longer your heart or your lungs were definitely going to give out.

But you mustered up your last two brain cells that weren’t absolutely losing their shit over him and carried on with your normal banter.

“Yea yea, I get it. You can stop now.”

He didn’t budge. His hand still snug around your throat. You obviously didn’t mind it there but it was incapacitating your brain function.

You gently pushed it away and he didn’t resist. But where he put it next was no better.

He traced the side of your cheek and along the outline of your lips. Just staring at them, eyes lost like he was thinking deeply about something. He wasn’t giving you a moment of a break. No room to breathe.

Your nerves were through the roof, your heart was beating so loud you could hear it in your ears. Desperately you tried to change the topic. “So is this your attempt at being nice? Advice on how to murder someone?” It’s amazing how your mouth just spewed shit out even though your brain was actually dead.

“Sure.” Now he was tugging at your bottom lip. Completely unbothered by you baiting him.

“Ah. A nice Bakugo? I must be having a dream. I guess now that you’ve lost to me your whole tough guy persona has been killed.”

That snapped him out of it. But now he was looking just as intensely, directly into your eyes.

“Don’t push it.”

“Or what?” Faking composure was coming so easily much to your relief.

“Do you want to find out?” He growled.

“You’re not scary.” You said rolling your eyes as hard as possible.

Something snapped in him. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Within a moment he had you on your back. Your body didn’t even have time to process. Even if it did, would you have stopped him? He trapped both your wrists on either side of your head and your feet under his ankles. His arms looked glorious as he held up is body weight.

“How about now?” His voice was deep and savory.

There he went. Invading your mind again. His scent. That lust-filled look in his eyes. The way he was thoroughly enjoying being on top of you. The adrenaline was coiling through your body. He had you right where he wanted you. He could do anything he wanted to you. But that “annoying little mouth of yours” wasn’t done quite yet.

“Whatever. You always do this. But you won’t actually try anything.”

“You think I wouldn’t hurt you at all? I literally want to kill you sometimes.” He had a smug little grin on his face. But his eyes couldn’t pull themselves from your lips. After experiencing them once he could barely stop thinking about them.

“You’re telling me? I fucking hate you.” You lied.

It made his smirk form into that wicked, shit-eating grin he always wore. The one that gets deep under your skin and makes you want to punch him in the throat and yank him onto you at the same time.

“Kissing someone is a weird way to tell them you hate them.” He was really cutting into you now.

You hissed. “Hey. You kissed me.”

“You kissed me back.” He raised an annoying little eyebrow.

Your brain wanted to choke him (the murder kind) but your body was screaming something completely different. The emotions swirling around in your chest was so overwhelming. Finally you burst.

You trapped one of his arms and corresponding leg and threw your weight to roll on top of him. One of your favorite moves from self-defense class that you knew would come in handy. Now you straddled him and using every ounce of your weight tried to pin his wrists down.

You expected him to fight you like the vicious little monster he is. But instead when you looked down he was just staring back at you. You were stunned at how good he looked at this angle. Did he have any bad angles?

“Finally. You made a move.” He said pretending to sound impressed. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Yea well...” You scoffed proudly. “you think you’re so fucking tough. Now looo—“

The words flew out of your mouth and you were tumbling again. This time he just grabbed your waist and tugged you with brute force. No technique needed. He easily overpowered you.

“Yea, that wasn’t going to work out. It was a cute try though, Little Bite.”

He laid directly on top of you now. Your legs spread as he rested his hips between them. His full weight pressed into you making it flutter. Your arms had somehow wrapped themselves around his neck and rested on his back.

The tension in the air made it difficult to breathe. But you were fully unconcerned with getting oxygen right now.

Nose to nose now he said “We’ll just count this as my rematch. Clearly I won.”

“You suck at flirting.”

Flirting? Where’d that come from?

“Seems like it’s working pretty good to me.”

That smug fucking face again.

“You’re such an ass.”

He bit his lip.

“Fuck...I love when you insult me like that.”

A beat passed and that was all it took. You smashed his lips onto yours. Wrapping your legs around him and squeezing. Too close wasn’t close enough.

He kissed you like he wanted you bad. Like you were his favorite meal and he was absolutely famished. It was so intense and passionate that neither of you could catch any air. Every insult, all the bickering, every jab had built up to this moment and was fueling it like gas to a forest fire.

His warmth was overtaking you. His body was so heavy, crushing you just liked you’d been daydreaming about all this time.

Your mind shut down all functions except desperately trying to use all five senses to their max capacity and commit every bit of him to memory.

He felt you pawing at the edge of his shirt and sat up. He peeled it off slowly. Letting your eyes adjust to every inch of him.

Your hands were instantly stroking every one of his muscles starting at his shoulders and trailing down his soft skin slowly...slowly to the edge of his jeans. Your index finger sat teasingly on the front button as you admired his perfectly toned body.

But before you even had time to think about what you wanted to do next he took your wrist and secured it down above your head again.

He dipped down and went straight for your neck.

Greeting it with a warm wet kiss from his tongue, his lips wrapped around your skin and sucked gently. You felt the blood pooled with pleasure rushing to the area. His other hand started exploring your body. Finally he was getting to put his hands on you the way he really wanted all along.

After you started tugging on his hair, desperately trying to avoid any scandalous hickeys he rolled you around again.

Letting you on top to straddle his hips. Giving you only a little bit of freedom though, as he locked one arm around your waist and the other started caressing your thighs slowly working his way north.

After squeezing your ass until his heart was content he clamped down both hands on your hips. You couldn’t bare it anymore. Your hips started gently grinding against him and you bit down on his neck all at once. You felt the angle of his pelvis rubbing into you creating little rumbles of pleasure.

“Fuck y/n..” he muttered under his breath.

You both were getting more and more bothered and aroused. His hands never stopped grabbing and tugging at you. His moans growing more fervent as he whispered into your ear.

He was just toying with the idea of peeling off your shirt when...

“THIS IS THE POLICE! COME OUT!”

Your soul practically rose out of your body as a loud bang almost broke the door down. Bakugo’s hand slapped over your mouth. You’d screamed without realizing it.

Kaminari’s laugh sounded through the door. “Oh my god Bakugo! You scream like a girl!”

Mina shrieked. “No, stupid! Y/n are you in there!?”

Your life was ending.

“Get the fuck out of here before I come out there and break your skulls!” Bakugo barked at them.

They didn’t say anything but you heard their quick footsteps as they ran down the hall still shrieking like banshees.

“Oh god..” you groaned as you tried to roll away from him, using his bare chest to push off.

But he wouldn’t let you go. “Where are you going?”

“Aren’t you going to go hunt them down and threaten them or something.” Typical Bakugo behavior.

“No, I’m busy.”

You had to stop your mouth from falling open.

“They’re probably going to tell everyone.” You prodded. Expecting his temper any second now. Like he was a bomb about to go off. You pulled away again in preparation, sitting fully upright now.

“I’ll deal with them tomorrow. I’m dealing with you tonight. Now get back over here before I get mad.”

You shrieked as he muscled you back into his arms. He bent you back around him as snugly as he could. Moving your chin to the side, he kissed your neck, sweeter this time. Instinctively your hands ran through his hair. Fuck the rest of them. You could get lost in this hot head all night. And you were as he started gently sucking on your soft spots again.

But he pulled away abruptly. Like he’d just realized something. “How are you gonna become a pro hero if a moron like Denki can scare you like that?”

You smacked the back of your idiot’s head lightly. “Don’t fucking ruin it.” You groaned.

“Fine.” He grinned as he went in for the kiss that started the rest your next piping hot and sticky couple of hours together.

~💥💥

TADAAA! What did you guys think?? What was your favorite part overall?

I’d love hearing your thoughts and opinions 😃 makes me a better writer

Also special shout-out to @jennammaee ! Pt. 2 of this series has been my most successful post yet, so thanks for encouraging me to write it!!

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[kingofdirtandnothing]

@polyfacetious big ass Christmas Drabble Extravagaza: Day Ten

Miles has been lurking. Kinda. 

Because lurking is a way nicer way to say he’s been kind of, sort of stalking the cute guy who worked at the flower shop. Because homeboy was tall, and handsome as hell, et cetera, et cetera. 

Miles just...needed some time to figure things out. How to go about it. No rushing in half cocked, that’s what his mom would say. Because that’s what Dad would do. And they were trying to keep Dad from doing that. 

Which is how Miles ended up Fresh Prince-ing it, and moving from Chicago all the way to Monte Carlo, to try and help his dad. His parents had been divorced since he was five years old, and honestly the thought of them being together was weirder than anything. 

Mark had never tried to be his dad, and Miles always appreciated that. He loved Mark like family too, but those were shoes no one else could fill. No matter what ocean was between them. So when Mom started worrying about Dad’s mental health, it made sense for Miles to be the one to step up. 

He graduated last year, and this was a free freaking year between high school and college. A year to party and do whatever he wanted, before he buckled down and got his life on track. Chemical engineering degrees weren’t going to get themselves.

And at first, Miles thought about just going for it. Sauntering up in there, handing his phone over to the cute white boy and going ‘hey sexy, call me sometime’. Because if there was one thing Miles was good at, it was getting numbers. And yeah, he could have dropped this whole virginity thing awhile ago if he wanted to, but he was waiting for someone special. 

That was Dad’s fault. Mom and Mark told him a whole bunch of times that sex was just something people did, and as long as he was safe with it, that it was En Bee Dee. No big deal. But Dad...Dad talked about love and relationships like they were some kind of fragile antique. That it was worth it to wait for the right person for your first time. 

And now he was here, and staying here for at least a year, and every time Miles wound himself up to go spit game at the cute white boy florist, he stopped himself. Because Max (he wore a name tag, it’s not like Miles was some kind of creepy Facebook stalker) had real nice eyes and a pretty smile, and he seemed like a cool ass dude. 

You didn’t go in on nice people like that. (Somewhere in the back of his head, he can hear his mom’s voice asking him ‘why would you treat anyone like that, why does their worth define your perception?’ but Miles isn’t listening because he’s eighteen, he can only take so much psychological shit in a day, thanks mom.)

So now Miles was trying to figure out how to do this right. Because it was decided, which maybe he shouldn’t decide shit without actually talking to the guy, but too late. Miles was going to date the cute white boy, and he was going to do everything right, full meet cute and shit, and he was gonna win him over, then get his cherry popped all romantically. It was a Plan. Capital letters and everything.

But he’d never actually done this before, and the books in the romance section in Dad’s shop weren’t super helpful. Probably because most of them were super heteronormative and lame, but Miles had snuck out some pearls of wisdom. 

Like...food. Food was always the way to win somebody over. If you were into somebody and they didn’t like food, then you needed to clear the fuck out and find somebody else. 

So Miles decided that he was going to win Max over with food. And after an afternoon group chat texting spree with Mark and Mom, who was definitely not working even though she was at work, they decided that Miles cooking at home would be too intense to start off with. Way too much room for rejection. Also, Miles couldn’t cook for shit, so. 

Take away. That’s what he was going to start with. The good stuff, from Diego’s, because you had to eat it fast, while it was still warm, so it gave Miles a reason to stick around the flower shop and talk. Then maybe by the time they were done eating, he could drop an ask for Max’s number and walk out of there, smooth as butter. 

Now, he just had to survive Diego and get the tacos. Which was easier said than done, because Diego liked to talk mad shit, especially once he realized that Miles spoke Spanish. (And Miles realized that Diego stuttered way less in Spanish, so he dusted off his Rosetta Stone and practiced that shit at night, just to make sure it was all fresh in his mind.)

Thankfully, it was late enough in the afternoon that the line wasn’t too long. Diego’s got mad busy around noon, because everyone knew when he started cooking fresh and they wanted to get the food right off of the grill. 

But Miles, he knew the better secret. If you waited for the lunch crowd to thin out and bail, then Diego would have to make stuff fresh for you anyway. Still the same fresh off the grill meat and tortillas, but none of the wait. 

Then again, Miles didn’t have a job to get back to, so maybe that had something to do with why his secret tip worked for him and not for anybody else.

“Que pasa, homie!” Miles throws his arms out wide when he steps into the little shop, and is greeted with Diego leaning across the counter to smack knuckles with him, and then pull Miles into one of those single armed hugs that dudes did. 

“You’re late today.” Diego glances up at the clock. It’s closer to two than it is to one, and Miles has made a habit of being here about fifteen after one, most days. 

“Yeah. I was texting with my mom, you know how it is.” Diego’s eyes are big and brown and warm, lips tugging up into a smile. You wouldn’t live if you said it to his face, but everybody knew Diego was a Class A Mama’s Boy. 

“Yeah, for sure.” Diego smacks him in the arm one more time before he turns back to the flat top behind the counter. “Your usual?”

There’s a pang of nerves, like drunk butterflies behind Miles’ ribs. “Two actually.” That gets him a raised eyebrow from Diego. Dad usually ate with M’Baku and James at the book store. And when they ate lunch together, it was almost always at Tony’s. (Because Tony would feed Dad for free, that place was not cheap.)

“Two huh?” It doesn’t take more than a second for Diego to hone in on it. Dude was like a sexy, stuttering shark. “You got a date or something, hermano?” 

See, that was tricky. Because Diego was opening the door up to talk shit about him, but he was doing it in a way that made Miles feel warm and fuzzy. What a jerk. “Hopefully.” Fuck it, there was no such thing as too much input. “I’m gonna take it over to the hot guy at the flower shop and see if I can get the digits.” Miles holds up his phone, giving it a little shake. 

“Max?” Diego’s laughter is big and bright. If ever there was a dude who guffawed, it was Diego. “Man, I wouldn’t have pegged him as your type.”

See, there it was. Here came the shit talking. But for once, Miles was ready. “Nuh uh, man.” He waggles a finger in Diego’s face, after he shoves his phone back into the back pocket of his jeans. “You don’t get to come at me about being white boy thirsty, you hear me?”

That earns him something that’s somewhere between a cough, a laugh and a gurgle, and Diego gives him the finger, chopping the meat up on the grill with the other hand. Yeah, being a mama’s boy wasn’t the only thing Miles knew about Diego. Homeboy had it bad for Klaus across the street. 

But Miles can’t leave it at that, and it’s not like he can talk to his parents about this part. They’d just ‘aww’ at him, and he can’t take that. “He’s hot, okay? And he seems nice.” Seems, because Miles has never actually talked to the dude. He just hopes Diego won’t poke holes in his plan, here. They didn’t need a Titanic situation happening. 

“Max is cool.” Diego agrees, dumping the meat into the corn tortillas in their red and white checked cardboard containers. “He knows a crazy lot about flowers, too. When I wanted to send some to my mom, he walked me around through there and told me what all the different ones meant, and how people used to send love letters with flowers. That shit was wild, like even the color mattered. Can you imagine? Sneaking somebody a random ass bouquet of flowers but instead of it really being random, you were telling them that you were crazy in love with them and wanted their body.”

Diego hands over the two containers of street tacos, a couple of napkins tucked underneath so that Miles wouldn’t forget. They go easy into Miles’ hands, and his thanks is swallowed up by Diego continuing to talk. “Play it cool, man. I don’t think he gets hit on a lot. So it might take him some time to realize that you’re actually into him. So don’t freak and bail, okay?”

Miles would love to take offense to that, except for the fact that he’s absolutely the kind of dude who would freak out and bail at the first sign of rejection. He had a delicate soul, okay? Fine, fine he could figure it out and power through the teeth grinding mortification of waiting to see if somebody was into you. 

“Yeah yeah, I got it. Play it cool.” Miles backs up towards the door, pressing down his left heel and his right toe to do a little about face before he gets the gross, mushy shit out. “Thanks man, you’re the best.”

And of course, his emotional maturity is rewarded with Diego shouting ‘I LOVE YOU BABY, YOU’RE SO GOOD TO ME’ and making obnoxious sucking  kissy noises as Miles hurries out of the door and onto the street. Miles could still hear him with the door closed. What an asshole. (Miles loved the shit outta him.)

It’s four buildings down and crossing the street before Miles finds himself in front of the Midgar Flower Shop. And it’s only when he’s standing there that Miles realized he didn’t even check if Max was working today. What the hell was he going to do with extra tacos if Max wasn’t here? Miles couldn’t give them to the pretty brunette, he didn’t want her to get any ideas-

-”Max is inside. I’ll be back in thirty minutes! You guys have fun!” Speak of the adorable devil, Miles swears a blue streak as the pretty brunette pats him on the back and actually fucking skips away from him, her ponytail bouncing in the breeze. Someone really needed to put a bell on her. 

Miles pulls in a deep breath and steps inside, all those worried butterflies in his stomach turning into dancing ones when Max looks up from where he was cutting the stems on some flowers, and smiles at him. “Hey. What can I do for you?”

Miles offers over one of the containers of street tacos, his heart sitting high in his throat.. 

“Diego was having a special.” No he wasn’t. “Buy one, get one free.” He would never. Stepping up to the counter, Miles puts Max’s tacos down, in case he needed to make a swift exit. 

“You looked kinda hungry, so I figured I’d see if you wanted them or something.”

[lunanightingaleart]

I’ve Been Waiting a Long Time (Dark/Damien Fan Fic) Part 5

“Hey Damien!” Damien glanced over his shoulder and found his heart beating rapidly. It was Bethany, walking up with that same innocent smile she always held. Ever since that moment between them, when they got drunk and had that one night stand, he’s seen things as...well....different. Every single detail about her he’d notice now. When she’d change her hair up, or when she’d wear makeup or start wearing nicer clothes rather than her over sized hoodie. The laugh she’d have with him and him alone, and the blush on her cheeks when she was really happy. God, what has gotten into him?

“-ien....Damien?” He snapped from his thoughts, a sudden flush across his face. 

“Sorry! Sorry, I spaced out. Can you say that again?” Bethany smiled patiently, wondering what Damien had been spacing out about. He’s been doing that a lot lately. She wondered if he was stressed, or maybe thinking about someone.

“It’s okay, I was trying to tell you your sister is looking for you.” Damien paled a bit. “My Sister?”

“Damien~!” The young woman ran up to Damien, wrapping her arms around him and smiling. She wore darker clothes and cool colors of makeup. Despite all of her darker style she seemed to be very kind, her aura reading of trustworthiness. 

“Celine, what are you doing here?” 

“Can’t I just come and visit my brother?” 

“Not usually...?” Bethany smiled softly and watched the siblings talk, finding it a little funny. 

“Oh, this is Bethany right? Your little friend~?” Celine grinned brightly towards Damien, who pushed his lips into a straight line while staring at his sister. How the hell did she know about Bethany?

“A girl knows her ways Damien~” She walked over to Bethany, and offered her hand. “It’s so wonderful to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you~” 

“Oh yeah..? It’s nice to meet you too.” Bethany shook her hand and smiled, but she felt a little scared. What if Damien mentioned what happened that night to his sister? Just how close were they?

The answer is not at all. Of course Damien didn’t say anything, why would he? They promised not to say a word to anyone about it, plus Damien knew his sister. She always did find a way to know everything about his life. It doesn’t help that she’s been playing with tarot cards and crystal balls. Damien shook the thought away, going back to the conversation....only to see his sister reading Bethany’s palms.

“Very interesting...I don’t know why but I can’t really see anything about you after the age of about twenty-four. You don’t die....but everything gets fuzzy.”

“Celine I believe that’s enough for now.” Damien walked over and subconsciously grabbed Bethany’s hand from Celine, looking to Celine.

“Now, can you tell me what you’re doing here already?” Celine pouted a bit, but glanced down and smiled mischievously. Damien hadn’t realized he was still holding Bethany’s hand, rather tenderly if that. 

“Just came by to drop off some things from mom and dad. I thought I’d come bug you for a bit, maybe come meet your...close friend~” Celine grinned and looked to Bethany. 

“Let’s hang out sometime Bethany~! You shouldn’t have to be friends with just a bunch of boys, just think of me as your sister too~” Bethany smiled softly, while Damien didn’t like the sound of that at all.

“Sure that sounds great~!”

“Wonderful, here’s my number.” She handed her a piece of paper already written on, as if she knew this would happen.”

“Okay, I’m off. See you around~!” As Celine walked away she bumped right into Will and Mark who were having an animated conversation, but seemingly forgot everything they were saying. 

“Whoops, excuse me boys~” She walked passed them, Will and Mark both watching her leave with half gaped open mouths. Damien sighed and looked to Bethany.

“Be careful around my sister. While I’ll admit she’s a good person and I love her...she’s often up to something. She gets what she wants no matter what the cost is, and sometimes that is very dangerous.”

Bethany had no idea what Damien meant at the time, but knew it would ease his nerves if she agreed with him. Which it did. At that moment Damien realized he was still holding Bethany’s hand, let it go, and apologized sheepishly. 

“So, that was your sister?” Mark walked up with a bright smile. 

“She’s....really pretty.” Will mumbled more to himself.

“Don’t even think about it Mark.” Damien said while Mark shrugged with a big grin. Will seemed out of it, his cheeks powdered pink as he was thinking of something....or someone. 

“So hey Damien, are you doing anything this afternoon?’ Damien looked to Bethany a bit surprised.

“This afternoon? Not particularly, why do you ask?” He watched her start to fiddle with a hair band on her wrist. She’d often fiddle with something on her wrist or neck when she was showing signs of being nervous. Another thing he noticed a lot more often.

“Well, I was going into town for supplies. I thought it would be a lot more fun to go with someone. We’ve never hung out outside of the college campus before, I don’t know it’s kind of stupid.” Her eyes darken when she thought poorly of herself, or became disappointed. He hated to see that look. It felt like he was being punched hard enough to break teeth or cause vomiting.

“No it’s okay, it wasn’t stupid. By all means, I’d love to go shopping with you. Honestly I need a few things as well, it’s the perfect opportunity.” He smiled, which made Bethany feel her chest lighten in weight. How did he do that? How in the hell did he make her feel like this with just a simple smile? Like she was on a cloud?

“Great~! Around four then?”

“Sure, I’ll see you then.” As they parted ways, Mark and Will now both caught on to what was happening and was giving Damien pats on the back and telling him he was going on a date with Bethany, to which he argued and said it was just a shopping trip into town. 

“Well, you’ve already slept with her. It’s not like you can get any more intimate with her, am I right?” Damien playfully pushed Mark and Will out of his personal space, rolling his eyes at the goofballs he called his best friends. 

Bethany practically squealed when she got back to her room, spinning around and plopping on her bed like she was going to float up into the clouds at that very moment. God, why was she like this? She knew it was just a shopping spree, but spending time with him, by themselves, out in public? Something felt so romantic about that. 

Around four came, and Damien arrived at Bethany’s door, wearing a nice casual outfit, but not too casual. He also had his hair combed back, just like the first day they met, which was Will’s idea the dork. Bethany answered her door, wearing a long form-fitting purple sweater, black leggings, and flats. Her hair was brushed out of her face and a singular hair clip held half of her bangs out of her eyes, showing the bright autumn brown sparkle up into his puppy dog brown ones. 

“Wow, you look really great! I love your hair.” Bethany complimented Damien first, who stuttered out a you too and then realized what he said, nervously fixing himself and trying desperately to figure out what he even meant by his statement. Bethany simply watched, entertained by the whole scene. 

“Thanks~ Come on, we better go before it gets too late.” The two left the college campus, going into town and grabbing what they both said they needed. But afterwards, seeing as the day was actually of comfortable temperature and without any crazy weather, they decided to walk around and keep the hangout going. 

“-and then my dad told the guy to screw off because he was batman. Needless to say, my tenth birthday was a very eventful one.” Damien laughed, imagining the scene very well and turning red from laughing.

“I can see you take after your father, especially when drunk~” Bethany grinned while glaring at him.

“Oh bite me, King of Beer Pong~” The two laughed, enjoying each other’s time. It was nice, not letting that one night stand make anything awkward grow between them. Well, it did for the first week, but after they had their time to think they both got over it, deciding friendship was much more important than some stupid drunk sex. While walking, Bethany glanced over at a store and smiled.

“Whoa! Hey check this out!” It was a window shop. They sold mainly items involving pure silver, knick-knacks, accessories, you name it. Bethany had her eyes on a single choker necklace, purple satin as the fabric and a single metal pendant dangling from the fabric. 

“I’m going to check out how much it is. Come on, let’s check some stuff out! Maybe we can find you something~!” Damien chuckled and rolled his eyes. She acted like such a child sometimes, but he had to admit, she was adorable. Stop it Damien, just a friend remember?

“Alright, but don’t bankrupt yourself~” They went inside, and Bethany immediately went to go and check the price of the necklace. Damien scoped around the store, not finding much he’d be willing to pay for. Nothing, until his eyes caught it. A silver headed cane. The head of the cane was carved to perfection, and his hand gripped to it so perfectly. He wanted it, he made his decision on buying it, Bethany was right. He could find something worth while in this store. He turned and went to go to the cashier, only to stop seeing Bethany putting the necklace back in the window where she found it. Her eyes were dark, showing her disappointment. 

“Bethany, what’s wrong?” He walked over, grabbing her attention. The necklace was too expensive. She sent a lot of her money to her parents for her dad’s medical expenses, so she didn’t have enough for the necklace. When she tried to make a deal with the cashier, he said that it was a one of a kind, and that there was no way he could sell it for any lower than the tagged price. 

“Oh, it’s nothing. Hey, cool cane. You going to get it?” Damien looked to the cane, and then to Bethany.

“Don’t change the subject. I thought you wanted that necklace, is it too expensive or something?” Bethany shrugged a bit.

“Yeah, but it’s fine. It’s just a necklace. If I had to pick between sending money back home and buying a necklace I’d definitely pick my family. I can just search the internet for a cheaper one anyway. It’s whatever.” Damien looked to the cane, and then to Bethany. 

“I get it, sorry you can’t afford it.”

“It’s fine. Hey, how about instead of spending my money on a useless necklace, I go buy us some food from the place across the street?” Damien smiled, and nodded. 

“Yeah, hey I’ll be there in a bit. I got to get something real quick.”

“Okay, it’s a good cane by the way! It suits you.” Damien watched as Bethany left the building to across the street. His smile became a soft disappointed one, letting out a sigh as he set the cane down where he found it. He couldn’t afford both of them, so he had to choose. Walking back over to the cashier, he put on a soft smile.

“Hello, I’d like to buy this.”

Bethany paid for the two’s orders of food, grabbing the bag and thanking the cashier before leaving the building. Seeing Damien she smiled and ran up to him, as he sat at an outside table. 

“Hey! Where’s the cane? Come on, strike a pose with it!” Damien smiled softly and picked up the small bag he had by his feet, setting it on the table and looking up at her.

“Didn’t you want that cane?”

“I did, but I found something better. Here, open it.” Bethany set the food down, pure confusion on her face. She grabbed the bag and opened it, immediately freezing and covering her mouth. She could see the purple fabric in the bag.

“Damien, you didn’t...” Damien smiled and watched as Bethany pulled the necklace from the bag.

“I know you really wanted it. No matter how hard you tried to deny it and say it was whatever, Besides, what am I gonna do with a cane?” His eyes widened as he saw tears start to roll down Bethany’s cheeks.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay? I thought you-” 

“Thank you.” Damien found himself at a loss for words, seeing Bethany smile with tears running down her face. She went around the table and hugged him tightly, burying her face into his neck and continuously repeating thank you. He wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry out her thank you’s. She smelled so sweet, like cotton candy and strawberries. She was so warm too, like a heated blanket. He let out a content sigh, finding himself smiling and slowly letting her go as she pulled away. She was still wiping her eyes. 

“I still can’t believe you did this.” 

“Believe it, now come on try it on.” Bethany picked up the necklace, handing it to Damien with a begging look. Damien only chuckled and nodded, standing up and holding the necklace. Bethany turned her back to him and lifted up her hair, letting Damien wrap the fabric around the front of her neck and slowly clip it around her throat. Turning back towards him she smiled brightly, posing with her hand behind her head and the other on her hip.

“How does it look?” Damien smiled watching her. Many words came to mind. Beautiful, stunning, adorable, precious. He knew he couldn’t say a single one though, remembering they agreed to stay friends after the incident. 

“It looks great on you Beth, really great.” The two of them looked at each other, smiling. Bethany bit her lip and glanced down, then toward the food. 

“So, who’s hungry?” The two of them ate and talked about random topics just as before. Damien couldn’t focus however. He kept staring at her, smiling and watching her every movement. The way she talked with her hands when she was trying to think. The way she lit up a room with just her smile. Why she was glowing! Once it was all over and they went home, he walked into the dorm room he shared with Mark and William, only to look at them with pure surprise.

“So, how did it go?” Will said with an accusatory tone. Mark was smiling while drinking a soda. Damien was still at a loss for words, staring at the two of them while choking on his own words.

“You guys were right...” The two looked to each other, and then to Damien.

“About what? We’re right often so you’ll have to clarify~” Mark asked, but his grin told him he knew what Damien meant. Damien reevaluated his thoughts again, trying to see if he came up with any other option, but couldn’t find a single one.

“...I’m in love with her.” 

“I CALLED IT!” William said while cheering and jumping around the room like a school girl watching her favorite drama. Mark applauded Damien while smiling.

“Congratulations on realizing what we realized day one. Welcome to the Obvious Club, Captain.” Damien was still in shock, sitting on his bed and holding his head. Holy shit he was in love with her. 

Bethany was laying in her bed, twirling the silver pendant in between her fingers. The way that Damien just smiled as her while telling her she looked great. How he bought her that necklace instead of buying his own cane. She stared at the ceiling, a solid ten minutes going by in silence as she thought of literally everything involving him. Even day one where they met. She then sat up right, eyes wide.

“Holy Shit, I’m in Love with Him.”

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