#sorry for the short notice- i was fighting off the cringe of starting this

[artsycooky13]

Hey yall remember Vonvonmonth? Yeah im starting that once again this year as I couldnt do it last year Just like last time- the event is all throughout July and ends when the month ends! if you are participating in this little event, make sure you @ my user or tag #Vonvonmonth, so I can see it and cry my eyes out over it (More info undercut)

For newcomers, this is an art event where I do an art marathon of Vonvon throughout July- and other people are welcome to join in, fun and creativity is encouraged! (fics/writing or literally any art form for this event are allowed!). This has sort of become tradition on my blog, and this is gonna be its 3rd time round- which Im looking forward to! (You can search up #Vonvonmonth2020 or #Vonvonmonth to see some past examples on my blog- if tumblr works properly that is lmao)

NO NSFW or things that depict heavy/sensitive topics, this event is supposed to be mainly lighthearted (angsty prompts are allowed, just nothing gorey). Other than that- go hog wild! Crossovers, AUs, prompts- anything fun! They just gotta have Vonvon in it ^ ^

At the moment there are no rewards planned, its just meant to be a free for fun thing- BUT! if you REALLY wow me I might feel compelled to give you smth in return after the event is over lol! But dont stress on that of course! If you guys have questions about this event my inbox is always open!

[kkami-writes]

waiting for us — chapter sixty. lost wc. 1.3k CW! very intense chapter. violent acts, domestic abuse, mentions of blood a/n: sorry pt 2 please don't kill me. as always, tl;dr at the end.

It’s hard to tell how long it’s been since he threw the first punch. It could have been mere minutes or a whole hour. You have no idea. All you know is that everything hurts.

He’s been spewing hateful words ever since he barged into the apartment but at this point you can’t even hear him anymore, too focused on the searing pain that’s spreading all over your body. You can taste the familiar and you’re pretty sure your leg is broken from the way it’s angled funny.

“Are you even listening to me you fucking whore?” His hands are suddenly around your throat, cutting off your air supply. Your weak hands to grasp at his own to pull them away but it’s a useless attempt. Your energy is rapidly fading and your vision swims in and out of focus.

You try to hold on but you’re losing consciousness fast and a single tear runs down your good eye. You can’t help but think that this is it, you were probably about to die. Yet the only thing on your mind is your boys. Instead of your own shitty life flashing by, it’s all your favorite memories you have with them in the short amount of time you’ve gotten to have them. It’s a rather nice way to go you suppose, being reminded of their love. After all, it’s probably the last time you’ll get to see them, even if it’s like this.

Hyunjin and Minho bicker while the climb up the stairs to the apartment, the older exasperated at the fact that Hyunjin did in fact misplace his keys once again. First they were late because he insisted he only needed one thing from the art store now to only find he really did not have his keys with him. Once they reach the apartment however, the door is already open and slightly ajar. The two exchange quick glances before barging in.

They can hear loud yelling and peaking from just behind the couch are your feet. Quickly, they run further into the apartment only to find you, bruised and bleeding with a male on top of you.

Hyunjin screams and Minho sees red.

The elder of the two if quicker as he jumps in to pull the male off of you. There’s not a single scratch on the strange man and it only fuels his anger. You couldn’t even fight back.

“Who the fuck are you?” Minho spits at the man, his fingers digging into the collar of his shirt. The male towers over him by a good few inches but Minho could care less.

“Ha! Let me guess? One of her soulmates?” He says the word in a condescending manner, an ugly sneer on his face. “Sorry. I was just teaching her a much needed lesson,” The man grins and his teeth are yellow, alcohol lingering in his breath and it makes Minho cringe back.

Minho doesn’t need to hear anything else as he pulls his fist back and smashes it into the mans face. He watches with a satisfying smirk as the other falls to the ground, clutching his now bleeding nose. Minho doesn’t give him another chance to get back up, kicking him in the gut so he stays on the ground.

Minho hovers over the male with a scowl curling at his lips before spitting in the others face. He brings his foot up, aiming directly for his face. “Fuck. You. This is for my soulmate,” and then he brings his heel down. A sickening crunch is heard and Minho knows that he has successfully broken the others nose. The man is unconscious now, blood dripping from his nose but it’s the least of Minho’s worries. He glances over to you, seeing that Hyunjin is currently taking care of you so he slips his phone out to call the police.

Hyunjin is hovering over you, delicately cupping your face in his shaky hands. One of your eyes is completely swollen, turning a nasty shade of purple and there is a similar bruise starting to develop around your neck. You’re completely out of it, your breathing shallow and Hyunjin doesn’t even think you notice that he’s here with you as he tries to get you to focus on him.

“Baby. Baby, shhh. You’re ok now. Help is on the way, yeah?” You don’t respond or even look at him and it only makes him cry even harder. Fat tears run down his cheeks at how broken you look in his arms. How could anyone do this to someone else? Let alone to you. “Please…Please baby, look at me…” He all but begs, patting your cheeks lightly. Anything for you to focus on him.

“J-Jinnie?” Your voice is hoarse and raw but it has Hyunjin breathing out a sigh of relief. You look up at him slowly, eyes blinking drowsily.

“There you are. Hello my muse,” He tries to smile through his tears. “Keep those pretty eyes open for me ok? Help is on the way,” Hyunjin says in a gentle voice, stroking your cheek. You’re still very much out of it, unable to focus completely on him and it makes him frown. You mumble something as your eyes start to droop once more, causing the poor boy to start panicking.

“Hyun….” You try to call out to him but he just shushes you, squeezing your hands.

“Shh, it’s ok princess. You don’t need to say anything,” But you shake your head, grimacing as a wave of pain filters through your body. You need to say this. Even if it’s the last thing you do.

“Mm- Tell…Tell the boys that…I love them,” You manage to say and Hyunjin feels like his heart is breaking.

“Tell them yourself,” He says, begging for you to stay with him. You just smile softly, barely holding on with your lids feeling heavy. “No no no no. Baby, you can’t close your eyes,” He says, gently shaking you in an attempt to keep you awake but it’s all futile as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you fall unconscious.

“Baby! Baby no! Hyung!! HYUNG! She’s unconscious!” Hyunjin screams, now full on crying as he clutches your body to his.

Minho’s grip on his phone is so tight he’s almost worried it’ll shatter as he quickly calls Chan.

“Hello? What’s up? Aren’t you supposed to be driving yn to work?” Chan answers on the first ring, always reliable. Minho has to take a deep breath to calm himself.

“…Hyung,” His own voice cracks, lower lip wobbling. “Come home. Now.”

“What? What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Theres….been an incident. I need you to come home. NOW.” Minho is demanding, making sure Chan understands that he isn’t asking.

“Ok, ok. I’ll come home right now,”

“Send the others to the hospital. I’ll have Hyunjin call them,”

“The hospital? What? Minho what is going on? Shouldn’t I meet you at the hospital then? Is yn okay??” Chan goes into his ‘leader’ mode, asking way too many questions that Minho isn’t willing to answer right now.

“No. I need you home because I can’t guarantee that I will wait for the police to arrive. I will fucking kill him,” Minho’s tone is deadly as he sneers towards the still unconscious male. Chan on the other line is concerned and confused. He can vaguely hear Hyunjin’s sobs in the background and with the way Minho’s talking he knows he’s not about to get any answers right now.

“Ok Min. I’m on my way home. Just…wait for me, ok?”

He takes another deep breath. “Ok hyung…please hurry,” His voice cracks again before he hangs up, unable to be away from you any longer.

Hyunjin’s still sobbing uncontrollably as Minho comes over and sits silently next to him. He reaches out to grasp at your hand, hating the way its limp against his own. Still, he clutches it like it’s his lifeline.

“…please be ok. You have to be ok,” Minho whispers a quick prayer, squeezing your hand.

TL;DR: yn's brother chokes her and she falls unconscious. hyunjin holds her as she tells him to tell the boys that she loves them. minho comes to curb stomp him and calls the police + chan to come home.

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the one bed problem - quinn hughes

quinn hughes x tkachuk sister!reader

tw: language, cringe and its fast paced. a short but happy ending. reader can be portrayed as any body shape/size, and y/n l/n is used. if you notice any mistakes, tell me so I can fix them!!

thank you for reading and to those who voted on the poll for this story, thank you so much! and of course thank you to those who are just reading! if you have any criticism or tips for me, shoot me a message and tell me! I'll be appreciative for any help! love you all ❤

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the ticket to the canucks vs. senators game rests in my hand while I walk into the canadian tire centre to watch my brother, brady and his best friend, quinn play. the sound of excited fans for the home team and the opposing team get me even more pumped up for this game.

I practically run down the stairs to my rink side seats to see if I could catch brady during warmups. he spots me and skates over, smiling. brady waves at me through the glass and I wave back, throwing up a heart made with my hands and he returns it before we both put our hands on the glass, to meet each others.

brady and I talk to each other on opposite sides of the glass before he gets thrown down by somebody, the flash of a white jersey telling me exactly who it is. quinn smiles at me and waves, putting his hand against the glass to meet mine. I laugh as brady skates back over and greets quinn with a smile.

we all chat a bit before elias skates over and grabs quinn, pulling him by his jersey back to his side of the ice to finish warm ups. brady decides to go as well, leaving me to walk a few steps back to get to my seat.

the game starts and all of the players are aggressive, fighting for the win. brady and quinn get up to their usual antics and mess around a bit, before being whipped back into shape by their teammates and coaches. their joking plays make me laugh, and I'm the only one. the people around me look at me strangely but I just shrug it off.

the game ends with the canucks winning 6-3, which was kinda hard for brady, since quinn won't ever let him live this down. I walk down to the area where I always wait for brady after the games and stand for a while, playing on my phone and sharing some pictures I took.

I hear footsteps walking towards me and I open my arms, running to brady for a hug. I squeeze him tight and he squeezes back. we sway for a minute or two, "I'm sorry you lost." I say, rubbing his back.

"I have no clue what you're talking about, sweetheart." my eyes snap open and I pull away. its quinn, he's got this shit eating grin on his face and he's laughing.

"quinn! why didn't you tell me it was you!" I shove him playfully, laughing with him. "and congratulations on your win!" I stop laughing and just smile at him.

we chat a little more and wait for brady. the three of us always go out to eat after they play each other. it's like a tradition at this point. brady finally walks out, jogging over to us, "anybody hungry?" he yells out. it's become a tradition for the three of us to go out to eat after the boys play.

"yeah us!" quinn says, patting brady on the back. "you played good, by the way."

"thanks man. y'all deserved that win." brady and quinn hug before we head to the car. quinn rode on his own on the way here and I'll be going with quinn on his drive back tomorrow morning.

I wanted to see him and his brothers play. I've always been good friends with the boys since brady and quinn became close when they were younger. I grew up with them and they're practically my brothers.

but there's something different about quinn.

the way his nose crinkles and makes his eyes squint when he's agitated and confused. the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at me and only me. I swear I can see the world in his eyes.

as the years flew by as we grew older, I began to notice that quinn looked at me differently than the other girls he was around. even though they were taller, prettier, and kinder than me, it's like he didn't even care. he only had eyes for me.

I wonder whether or not my thoughts are true, but at this point I can only hope they are. recently I decided that I would never say anything to quinn in fear of ruining or friendship. the previous times I had accidentally almost let my crush on him slip, I had corrected myself just in time. the one time I tried to tell him, I was interrupted by luke and I never got to tell him.

my roommate, the only one who knows about my crush on quinn, made me a paper to sign around a year ago. it states, 'I, y/n tkachuk, vow to never tell quinn hughes, mine and my brother's best friend, about my crush on him. we shall remain friends until we die, unless spoken otherwise by quinn hughes himself.

I've upheld my contract since then. but everytime quinn and I make eye contact or I hear his voice, I think of breaking it.

little did I know, quinn had made a contract almost identical to mine. he signed the papers, vowing to never speak of his crush on me in fear of ruining his friendship with my brothers and I.

I think about the paper I practically signed my life away to before I go to sleep.

when I wake up, its 5am. my alarm is blaring in my ear and I slowly get out of bed, shutting off my alarm and walking to my bathroom. I throw my towel over the rack before I get in the shower. washing away all the sweat from bed and the hot restuarant quinn, brady, and I went to last night.

the water washes over my body and completely wets my hair before I wash up. stepping out of the shower, I throw on a towel and walk out into my cold bedroom. I shiver, but dry off my body in the process.

after putting on my outfit for the day, I walk over to my sink and get started on my skincare. I don't do much, just

some cleanser and moisturizer. then I put on a little bit of makeup. I can't stand wearing a full face of makeup, the only time I do is on special occasions. even then I hate it.

I pack the last few things I need before I grab my stuff and head downstairs.

quinn is sitting at the counter with brady, drinking a cup of coffee and talking about the game last night. "good morning sis. its about damn time for you to be down." brady laughs, getting up to give me a big hug.

"a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do, brady." I smile and hug him back.

quinn asks if I'm ready and I tell him yes, grabbing a water from the fridge for me and him and we leave the house, brady yelling goodbye at us from the door like the goofball he is. brady yells something at quinn that I can't exactly make out, but I do hear the words sister and love.

quinn rolls his eyes and flicks him off, which causes me to laugh. he soon laughs with me and we drive down the road, on the way back to quinn's place in vancouver.

"I can't believe they let you miss morning skate and probably evening skate for this. you're literally the captain and you're not showing up." I snort, looking at quinn.

"people skip all the time to see their families, they just have to get approval from staff." he says, turning the wheel to take us into the fast food restaurant of his choice for breakfast.

"but we're not your family?" I say with a laugh, hoping he doesn't take it the wrong way.

"no, you're not." quinn says with a laugh before he mumbles something I couldn't really hear, but it was something about becoming family.

"I think I need to get my hearing checked, quinn." I laugh and he does too, nodding to agree with me. "I couldn't hear that last part. what did you say?"

"oh I just said that you're like my family. the staff knows that since brady, matthew, and I have always been good friends. and the devils staff let jack and luke stay the next morning after they play us so we can hang out for a bit." quinn explains before pulling up to the speaker where you order and telling them what him and I want.

we eat, sing along to music, talk about anything and everything, and I even sleep some while he drives. when I wake up in the car, quinn's hand is on my thigh and he's saying my name in an attempt to wake me. "are we here?"

"yeah, just made it. I didn't wanna wake you, but we need to get checked in." he says, helping me out of the car and helping grab my overnight bag. "I got us a nice two bed room."

"well I hope it's nice! i don't wanna sleep in some shithole of a room where I feel like I'll be murdered!" I joke and laugh, quinn laughs too. "I'm just messing with you. I'll be grateful for any sleep better than what I just got."

"really? you were dead asleep in there. I had to check to see if you were still alive a couple of times." he chuckles as we walk into the hotel.

I search the little hotel store while quinn checks us in. he comes over to me a few minutes later, two room keys in hand. "one for you and one for me." he says, smiling at me.

I thank him and we walk up to our room. I set my bags down and look up, "quinn."

"yeah?" I turn to look at him and I realize that he's not seeing what I'm seeing. "what's wrong?"

"there's only one bed." I say.

quinn's head snaps up to look at me. eyes wide and in shock. he walks to me and I point at the bed. "I'll figure it out. be right back!" he smiles at me and grabs his room key.

he's gone out of the room and down the hallway in the blink of an eye. I begin to pack my things back up, thinking we may move rooms.

the door clicks and quinn walks in with a nervous look on his face. "there's nothing they can do. all the rooms with two or more beds are booked." he says, setting the room key down on the coffee table.

"well what a coincidence." I joke, trying to lighten the mood. "I'll take the couch."

"no, I'm taking the couch. you're sleeping in the bed." quinn argues back, looking at me with a stern look on his face.

"quinn, you need to sleep in the bed. it might make you stiff and you don't need that a few days before a game." I put my hands on my hips.

"listen, darlin. I didn't sleep like a noodle in the car. you're the one who's gonna be stiff in the morning." he argues back and I can't help but agree. sleeping in the car in that position and then sleeping on a hotel couch is not a good combo. its giving me a backache and neckache just thinking about it.

"quinn, please. please sleep on the bed!!" I practically beg him to take the bed. I can spare my back for him since he'll need to not be sore for practice and games coming up.

"how about this. we both take one side of the bed. it's a pretty big bed. we can put pillows in between each of us." quinn suggests, gesturing to all the decorative pillows on the bed. "I'll try not to snore or fight you in my sleep. but I can't promise it." he jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

I decide to agree and we both start getting ready for bed. quinn and I take turns in the bathroom, he brushes his teeth and uses the restroom while I change in the bedroom. we then swap and I brush my teeth and do my skincare, then using the restroom while quinn changes in the bedroom.

by the time I'm out of the bathroom, quinn has the bed all set up. "I made sure to give you the thinner blanket, since I know you run hot when you go to bed and that causes you to not sleep. I run cold so I took the bigger blanket." he explains, then gestures to the pillows in the middle. "and then here's our border. no crossing allowed." he jokes, crossing his arms and acting all sassy before he bust out laughing.

I laugh too and get in my side of the bed. quinn shuts off the light and gets on his side. we exchange goodnights and then we both drift off to sleep.

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the sun peeking through the window and the sound of my alarm screaming at me wakes me up. I start to shuffle over to the beside table to shut it off, but I find myself unable to move. I'm caged in by a pair of strong arms and the smell of quinn's cologne fills my senses.

I turn my head a little to see a glimpse of quinn's face laying on my back. I feel him shift a little and he mumbles something, "turn it off." he loosens his arms a bit, allowing me to turn off the alarm. I turn to face him and his eyes are open, making direct contact with mine. "good morning, darlin."

the mix of quinn's morning voice and the nickname gives me the shivers. I smile back at him say goodmorning. "you broke the rules, quinnifer. you didn't stay on your side." I joke, chuckling.

"what if I told you I didn't want to stay on my side?" his words confuse me. he must still be sleepy. "what if I said that I wanted to hold you?"

"quinn go back to sleep. you're speaking out of your mind." I say, feeling the heat creep up my cheeks.

"I know. but I really mean it. I know this is sudden but I can't keep it to myself anymore. y/n, I really like you. since the first time I saw you, struggling to skate with your brothers by your side, holding you up." quinn says, his words shock me, but I can't help but remember that moment. "ever since I saw you, trying to learn the sport your brothers love, I knew I needed you in my life. you seemed like such a kind and genuine person. and I was right, you really are. I ended up making a contract with myself that I would never tell you how I felt because i didn't want to ruin what we had."

I smile at quinn and laugh. "my roommate made me a contract too! I had one for the same reason. the one day I tried to tell you how I felt, we got interrupted by luke and I took that as a sign that I shouldn't tell you."

quinn laughs and holds my hand, looking into my eyes with such love and adoration. I hope he sees that I'm looking at him the same way.

"y/n, please be my girlfriend. I don't think I could ever live without you. you're it for me, I just know it for a fact. but if you don't want to, I wouldn't blame you if you walked out of that door right now. it's all up to you."

I look at him, then at my now glowing phone, it's a text from matthew, asking if I'm awake. "what will my brothers think? quinn, they love you but I'm also their sister. they could all of a sudden turn on you and you'll be dead the next time you step on the ice with one of them." I say, truly worried about what will happen between quinn and the boys.

I don't want to be the reason that quinn, matthew, and brady aren't friends anymore. it's like sister and brother code, never date the other sibling's best friend. I'm not trying to be selfish, but quinn and my brothers are so close, I don't think I could live like this if I was the reason they hated each other.

"I don't care about that. well I do, because they're my best friends, but so are you, and well you get my point, right? I know they'll come around." quinn says, reassuring me that everything will end fine, even if the boys are mad at him for a while.

I agree and nod my head, looking at quinn with a smile. "okay. I'll do it. I'll be your girlfriend." I say, laughing a little.

quinn practically jumps on me with a huge smile on his face, yelling out some sort of form of 'wahoo' and holding me tight. we stay like this for a while, laughing and talking.

"we really should get ready to go, quinn. go get in the shower, I'll get in after you." I say, pushing him off the bed when he agrees.

"okay, we can pick up breakfast later?" he says, poking out his head from the doorway. I agree and laugh. "also, I booked us a one bed room on purpose." quinn says, laughing and shutting the bathroom door, locking it when he sees me get up to run into the bathroom.

"quinjamin hughes! you're dead meat when you get out here!!" I yell at him, laughing.

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quinn took me to family skate a few months later, showing me off to all his teammates and friends. he even had some of the guys help teach me some of their favorite skating tricks.

I even skated with j.t.'s kids, laughing and playing around. and I didn't even realize that quinn was behind me with a ring box in his pocket, watching me interact with the kids, laughing and having a good time.

after the end of the game and after beating the opposing team, quinn pulled out a ring on the ice and proposed to me. I, of course, said yes. we got married at the lake house during the off season and all of our friends are there, even my old roommate, who brought the original paper copy of my contract to the wedding to show everyone.

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Butterfly's Repose

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Two fics in such a short span of time?! Yeah, I'm procrastinating. I actually wasn't going to finish this little thing I started in my notes today, but then I got an idea for how to continue it and HAD to get it out. So here it is

Title comes from "Butterfly's Repose" by Zabawa

Warnings: nightmares, crying, references to past abuse, low self-worth, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 804

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Arms squeeze tighter around your middle. You don't notice at first - you've just woken up and your brain hasn't caught up yet, and having arms around you like this is not unfamiliar or strange. In fact, you know right away that it's Astarion. You'd fallen asleep in each other's arms, wrapped around each other with intertwining legs and faces pressed into necks and shoulders.

He shifts so his head rests squarely over your chest, and again you think nothing of it. You relax back into the bed, into your pillow and the warm sheets. Sleep starts to claim you again, grabbing you with syrupy tendrils that make it hard to think.

But then you feel something wet against your skin. Wet and hot, and he's trembling. You force your eyes open, fighting against the desire to sleep. You can't see his face in the dark, but you know. You know he's crying.

You slowly begin to slide your fingers through his curls, careful not to startle him or pull at any knots. "Star?" you murmur into the dark. "What's wrong? What happened?"

A choked sob rips from his throat. There’s no point hiding his tears now. He tries to speak, but he can’t come up with anything. All he can do is shake his head and press further against you.

You wrap your arm around his shoulder to hold him close and fully begin to play with his hair in all the ways you know he enjoys. You shush him gently, kissing the top of his head. “You’re safe, love. You’re safe. Nobody is going to hurt you here.” Another harsh sob wracks his body, and you begin rubbing up and down his back. “It’s okay. Let it out. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

It must have been a nightmare or a memory - nothing else could upset him this much, and he flipped between trances and normal sleep so often it was hard to know which he’d endured. You would kill Cazador over and over again if it meant removing Astarion’s suffering. You’d kill the bastard 200 times - once for each year of life he ruined for your lover. And a million more for every other life he ruined.

His fingers curl into the fabric at your back, holding on as though letting go would cause him to fall off a deep precipice. But you wouldn’t let that happen. Not for as long as you live - and further if you had any say in the matter.

Sleep does not come to visit again. You’re too worried for the man in your arms to care. By the time his crying has softened to whimpers and sniffles, you can see the orange of the sun trying to break through the dark curtains. And still you don’t care.

When the whimpers reduce further to mere shaky breaths, you know it has finally passed. You kiss his head again, whispering into the white hairs that tickle your face just how proud you are of him, how much you love him, how strong he is. You’d never stop until he finally got it through his brain just how true each word was.

He pulled away and you let him, watching as he cringed and tried to wipe away the wet spot he left on your skin. You chuckled gently and grabbed his hand to stop him. “It’s okay, love, I don’t mind.” He sighs, relenting. He can’t meet your eyes. You wonder if you were in his dream.

“I’m sorry,” he croaks out. You immediately shush him again.

“It’s okay, my love. Thank you for trusting me.”

He sighs shakily, eyes closing. He’s relieved. When he opens his eyes again, he notices the sun’s orange glow behind the curtains, just as you had. “Gods, I’m sorry,” he says, “I didn’t mean to keep you up all night.”

You cup his cheek and lift his head just so you could place a kiss to his forehead. “It’s okay. Just means we get to have a lazy day in bed.”

He holds your wrist and turns into your palm. “You’re too good to me.”

“And you deserve every second of it.” He kisses your hand, but argues no further. “C’mon, love. I’ll hum to you for a bit, how does that sound?”

It must sound perfectly lovely, because he wastes no time repositioning so his head is tucked into your shoulder, nose pressing into your neck. His hands rest loosely on your back now. You continue to stroke and comb through his hair and hold him close. He can feel the vibrations of your voice as you begin humming a quiet lullaby. They mix with the heartbeat thrumming through your pulse and the breaths you take to continue singing. A symphony of sound to reassure him you’re alright. You’re alright.

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[moonbeamwritings]

my stray keeps me up at night

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wc: 4.4k

pairing: dabi x pro-hero gn!reader

warnings: injury and violence description, allusions to murder, suggestive

Dabi could reach your apartment in his sleep. 

Up to the fourth floor, take a left off the elevator, tenth door on the right.

It’s like there’s this pull, this red string breaking through the haze of his injury to guide him here. He figures he’ll listen to fate, or the universe, or whatever bullshit this is, if only this once. He needs help, and in his mind, you’re the only one who can do the job. You kinda owe him one anyway, after all the times he’s saved your ass.

Weakly, he brings up a hand to rap at your door.

It only takes a few more rounds of incessant knocking (it’s damn near two in the morning, after all, and pretty things like you need your rest) before you’re swinging the door open with furrowed brows. A look of disbelief then annoyance overtakes whatever drowsiness remains before your eyes meet his.

“Took ya long enough.”

“Dabi,” you seethe, yanking the collar of his jacket so he stumbles through your doorway. Your eyes flit down the hallway, checking the length of it for prying eyes before snapping the door shut. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Dabi’s smirk is lazy, teasing despite the blood pooling against the fingers pushed into his side and rippling down his temple. He feels the pull of a loose staple on his cheek, and more blood joins the fray. “It’s nice to see you, too, little hero.”

“How do you even know where I live?”

“Dunno. Call it villain’s intuition.”

The glare you fix him with is oh, so pretty. “Bullshit. First that damn note, and now,” you shift to take in all the blood, his hunched posture, the way he almost leans into the hand gripping his collar, “this.”

Dabi cringes at the bite in your tone, but he’s losing energy and he’s losing it fast. He’s not here to fight, or to be scolded for that matter. “‘M sorry to show up like this.” Both of your gazes flicker down to the droplets of blood marring the smooth wood in your entryway. It just barely misses your welcome mat. “And ‘m sorry about… that, but if you want your answers, ‘m gonna need your help first.”

“Just-just,” your brain practically short circuits as you try to rationalize what you’re about to do. “God, fuck this.”

Your heart hammers in your chest as you curl an arm around his waist. He shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be doing this. And yet, you haul him off to your bathroom all the same, ignoring the sinking feeling gnawing at your stomach, and praying he doesn’t notice the red rose that still sits on your kitchen counter.

Dabi plops onto the toilet seat after pushing it closed. “What now, doc?”

“Well,” you dip beneath the sink to dig around for the med kit you know is under there somewhere, and though you’re not looking at him, you feel your cheeks burn. “I need you to take off your shirt if I’m gonna clean your wound properly.”

“So quick to take off my clothes,” he tuts, but you still hear the rustling of fabric as it’s discarded. “You’re takin’ advantage of an injured man here, doll.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m trying to do.” You roll your eyes as you manage to pull the first aid kit from the back of your cabinet, and setting it on the counter, you finally take the time to look at him. There’s blood and scarring… everywhere, to the point that you aren’t sure where to start or what to look at.

“See,” he continues, “I knew it. That look you gave me last time in that alley told me everything-” Dabi’s interrupted by your fingers prodding at the stab wound that rests just beneath the scarring that curves up his left side. He winces. “Shit. Warn a guy, wouldya?”

You, at least, have the good sense to look apologetic as you kneel in front of him to take a closer look. “Sorry, sorry. I just-” you stop for a minute, and Dabi realizes that you look pensive, almost sad on his behalf. “There’s a lot here, Dabi. What happened to you?”

“Listen, if you’re just gonna sit there and pity me, I’ll take myself elsewhere.”

It’s an empty threat, you both know it is, especially given that he doesn’t move an inch. Dabi figures that he couldn’t will his body to move even if he wanted to, not with you perched between his spread legs, looking up at him with a tenderness he hasn’t seen, hasn’t felt, in years. He’s so fucked.

Curious fingers skim along the edge of his scar. A fingertip brushes a staple and Dabi holds his breath. “I’m not pitying you. I just want to help.”

He mutters something about “fuckin’ heroes and their damn bleeding hearts” but he allows your exploration of his skin to continue. He watches your face shift before you’re rising again to grab a towel, and wetting it under running water, you set to work cleaning up some of the blood.

“‘S all of this yours?”

Dabi thinks for a moment. “Nope.”

All you offer him is a quiet hum before the bathroom falls silent, save for the dull drip drip drip of the leaky faucet. You try to be as delicate as you can, fingers mere ghosts over his skin, towel moving with nothing but a feather’s touch.

“Lucky for you, it’s not as deep as it could be. Shouldn’t be too hard to clean out and stitch up.” You risk a glance up at him to take in the blood drying on his temple and cheek. “Then I’ll deal with that.”

With Dabi’s approval, you crack open the first aid kit and pull out a bottle of saline and a pad of gauze.

“What? Think I can’t handle a little alcohol?” He asks, watching you soak the gauze in the solution.

You sigh, sitting up a little further to get closer to his skin. “No, it’s just…” you start to delicately dab and wipe at the wound, and Dabi’s thankful he’s not met with that familiar, sharp sting. “I read somewhere saline’s a little gentler than alcohol. It’ll heal better.”

“And you’re concerned about my healing process, why?” Dabi knows he’s pushing your buttons, knows he’s pushing his luck, but the question falls from his lips with little hesitation. 

You want to tell him that you’re not, really. You’re just doing your job. But at this point, with his blood in your entryway and that flower on your countertop, you know you’d be lying. You shrug, but refuse to lift your gaze, focusing instead on cleaning the wound as thoroughly as you can. “You promised me a next time. It’s only fair I do the same.”

“Ahhh,” Dabi straightens a bit, and from the change in his tone, you can tell he’s smirking, “I see what’s going on here. First you get me to take off my shirt, then you start flirting. Are you sure you’re even a real doctor?”

You use your free hand to pinch the exposed skin on his right hip. “Shut up. You’re taking it the wrong way.”

Dabi gives you another smug smile and a little hum from somewhere deep in his throat. “Whatever you say, little hero.”

Tossing the bloodied gauze into the trash, you set to work sterilizing and threading the needle. “Now onto the worst part.” Before the needle pierces his skin, your eyes shift up to meet his. “You ready?”

“Ready.”

With his confirmation, you set to work stitching the wound as neatly, and as quickly, as you can, wincing in time with Dabi and cringing every time he groans and clutches at the fabric of his pants.

“Fuucckk.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You add another stitch, and another. “Almost there.”

With the last of the stitches in place, you add a sterile dressing and dump the bloody needle into the lid of the first aid kit. You’ll clean it later. “All done.”

Dabi takes a moment to admire your handiwork. “Not bad, doll. Not bad at all.”

You move to stand, taking his chin between your fingers. The wound on his forehead is easy enough to clean, you tell him. Just a graze, no stitches. There’s not much you can do about the loose staple, so you clean what you can. He’ll have to deal with the rest himself.

He stares up at you as you work, eyes flickering to yours before moving down to your lips. Have your eyes always been this pretty? Your lips this… pouty, kissable? They have, he decides. It’s just taken him this long to notice. With the revelation, he wants to touch you. He wants nothing more than to bring you closer and finally put an end to the tension that’s been mounting beneath his skin since your last meeting. You can feel his hands shift, hesitating where they rest on either side of your thighs, over his knees.

You don’t know what spurs him on, what draws the truth from Dabi’s mouth, but whatever it is, has his hands curling around your hips as he finally tells you, “I followed you home.”

The adhesive of the bandage presses into his skin. “What?”

It’s as if all the air has been sucked from the room. Your hands still, and all you can do is stare, mouth slightly agape, losing yourself in the deep turquoise of his eyes.

“Last time. I followed you to the hospital, trailed you on your way home when you were released. Figured out what apartment you lived in.”

“Wh-”

“I needed to know.” He rises to his feet, ignoring the pull of his stitches. Dabi’s grip tightens, and he drags you closer, so close you’re nearly chest to chest. Your heart hammers against your ribs at the intensity in his voice. “I needed to know you were okay. Took me a bit to find the bastard that did it, but when I did, I went to that warehouse.” He smiles, as if recalling a fond memory, “And I torched them. I torched them all.”

What he doesn’t tell you is that the ghost of your lips had haunted his dreams for days. He doesn’t tell you that the thought of finally making you his, of sullying that pure, sweet hero image of yours buzzes beneath his skin like an itch he can never quite scratch. Despite who you both are, what you both stand for, he yearns for your gentle touch and soft voice like a plant longs for the warm, golden rays of the sun.

You’re gripping at his belt loops like a lifeline. You’d known all along, could tell what Dabi had done from the note and the news, but, “Why?”

“I told you.” He ducks his head a bit and tilts it to one side, voice nothing but a gravelly whisper. “I wasn’t gonna let him touch you again.” Dabi’s lips are dangerously close to yours, and the faint smell of smoke and dried blood fills your lungs. You can feel them move as he tells you, “You’re mine. And we have unfinished business, don’t we, sweet thing?”

You blink up at him through your lashes, tongue like lead in your mouth. The promise from last time reignites in the space between you, stirring warmth in your cheeks. The air is thick, but you swallow and smile. It’s not in your nature to break a promise. “We do.”

A smirks tugs at his lips, brushing against yours. “I want you to say it, doll.” His thumbs ease circles into your hips, sneaking beneath the hem of your pajama shirt. Their pads are smooth against your skin. Dabi’s eyes are half-lidded as he urges you, “Tell me what you want.”

Hands leave the fabric of his pants and migrate up, up until your palms are pressed to his jaw, fingers grazing the hair at the nape of his neck. “Kiss me.” Silence, and then, you seal your fate, fulfill your promise with a single, desperate plea. “Please.”

Dabi’s lips are on yours in an instant, hungry and hot as he kisses you. He’s crowding your space, guiding you back until he traps you between his body and the bathroom counter, hips pressed to yours. His hands slip beneath your shirt and your own grip his hair. Long forgotten are the bloodied clothes and towels on the floor, the faint smell of them clinging to the air. You’re no longer a hero and he’s no longer a villain, not here in the privacy of your bathroom, not with his lips on yours and his hands burning holes into your skin. You’re just… you. You shed the moniker, the sense of duty that comes with being a pro, and allow Dabi to devour you.

You moan against him when his teeth nibble at your lip, and he returns it when you pull at his hair. Though the kiss comes to a screeching halt when, in an attempt to lift you onto the counter, Dabi pulls away to suck air through his teeth. He presses a hand to his side and huffs.

Your chest heaves. “Maybe we should stop.”

He dips his head to kiss up the column of your throat. “Don’t wanna.”

“Come on. You clearly can’t do… this with that stab wound. Why don’t we have something to eat?”

A bite lands against your skin. “I can think of something else I wanna eat.”

“Dabi.” A hand curls around the nape of his neck as your head tips back, giving Dabi the access he needs to suck a mark right against a spot that even the collar of your hero costume won’t cover. You’re losing your resolve, and you don’t really want this to stop, but he can’t afford ripping the wound open (and you really don’t want more blood splattered around your apartment).

He soothes the mark he’s left with a kiss. “You’re making this really difficult, doll.” Nosing at your neck, he mumbles, “Kinda hard to stop when you’re saying my name so pretty.”

“Dabi,” you warn, though your voice lacks the raw desire it had mere moments ago. “C’mon.” You smirk, tone dipping into a purr. “What’d you tell me to do last time? ‘Go home, lick my wounds, and then we’ll talk about…” You guide him away from your neck with a steady hand, eyes narrowed in on his lips. “... this?’”

Dabi hates that you’re throwing his words in his face, hates it more than admitting you’re right. He clicks his tongue with a sharp roll of his eyes, following it with a low groan and a peck against your lips. “Fine.” He mumbles something about you being a pain in the ass before he asks, “What do you have to eat?”

You chuck Dabi’s clothes and your soiled towels, all of which are thoroughly doused in stain remover, into the washing machine and pray they come out stain free. Then, you set to work taking bleach to the blood in the doorway and the tiny specks in the hall. It’s easy work, and when you’re done, you find that Dabi’s made himself particularly comfortable in one of the seats at your kitchen counter, looking a little too smug to be wearing an old sweatshirt and pair of sweatpants of yours.

You move to stand in front of the open refrigerator. “I’ve got…..” Your eyes scan the shelves. “Week old lasagna, leftover pizza… um.” You’re not hungry, but none of this stuff sounds particularly appetizing to you, either. “I have cheese and eggs, a single green apple, and….” You pull a container of blueberries from the produce drawer and cringe, deflating. “... Moldy blueberries.”

You throw an apologetic look over your shoulder. “Sorry, I haven’t had a chance to buy food lately.”

When you turn around, you find Dabi delicately tracing his fingers over the wilting petals of the rose. Domesticity flashes behind your eyes like an arrow to your heart, and you find yourself frozen to your spot near the fridge. Dabi glances at you and, as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t be, his palm immediately drops to rest flat against the granite countertop. A rosy hue breaks out across his nose, but it’s gone in a blink.

“Is the lasagna homemade?”

“Mhm,” you hum, pleased. You waggle the glass container in his direction. “Made by yours truly. One piece left, and it’s got your name on it if you want it.”

Dabi tilts his head with a nod, offering you a small smile. “I’m sold. I can’t remember the last time I had a home-cooked meal.”

You plate the piece and stick it in the microwave before fixing Dabi with a confused expression. “Really? I’d think the villain lifestyle would afford you an oven, at least.”

“Funny, doll. Real funny.” Dabi chuckles, but there’s no joy behind it. “Haven’t slept on a mattress in weeks, much less had a nice lasagna made by someone like you.” The implication makes you stiffen awkwardly. He gestures to your apartment and back to you. “Definitely can't afford all of this shit like you and your hero friends can. Let’s put it that way.”

You’d never really given much thought to your apartment, to your lifestyle. It’s comfortable, a far cry from the penthouse apartment Dabi had assumed you had, but it works. It’s nice, even. As you watch the plate of lasagna rotate in the microwave, you suppose you should’ve known the League wasn’t exactly well off. You kick yourself, guilt churning in your stomach.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, doll.” Dabi offers with a shrug. “I can see those gears turning.” The microwave dings and you tear your eyes away from it to look at Dabi. “I know what I signed up for.” A pause. “‘M sure it’s the same for you.”

Do you? Do you really know what you signed up for? Does any hero? With Dabi in your apartment and uncertainty brewing in your gut, you aren’t exactly sure you can answer that.

The microwave door snaps open and closed with dull metallic clicks, and you slide the steaming plate of lasagna across the counter. A fork follows it a second later. “I guess you’re right.”

The fork scrapes across the plate as Dabi takes a bite into his mouth. With a cheek full of food and a small smile, Dabi lilts, “Course I am.”

After a bit of small talk and, surprisingly, many compliments about your cooking abilities, Dabi’s dirty dishes join the ever growing pile in your sink and you’re interrupting yourself with a yawn.

Dabi’s quick to reach out and pinch your cheek with a rough hand. “Awww,” he coos sarcastically, smushing your cheek, “is baby sweepy?”

You slap his hand away and guide him down the hall to your bedroom. “Shut up. I worked all day, thanks very much. And I was rudely awoken at 2AM by some dude bleeding on my doorstep.”

“Sounds like an asshole.” Dabi’s arms stretch high above his head, pulling the fabric of your sweatshirt up with them. You pointedly look at the bed and not the exposed sliver of skin. “Why didn’t you tell him to fuck off?”

Pulling the pillows from one side of the bed, you shrug, “I’ve got a soft spot for strays.”

The smile Dabi fixes you with makes your heart leap in your chest. “I’ll keep that in mind.” His expression shifts when you move to leave the room, pillows in hand. “Where are you going?”

“To the couch?”

“Why?”

“So you can have the bed?”

“This is your apartment.” Dabi seems scandalized, pointing to your bed. “And your bed.”

“And? The sky is blue, your hair is black.” You shrug. “What’s your point?”

“You’re just gonna… let me sleep here?”

An exasperated sigh passes your lips before you can stop it. “I’m not arguing with you about this at…” you glance around him to check the clock, “... almost three thirty in the morning. Okay? I don’t care.”

“If this is about what I said before-”

“It’s not.”

Dabi relents, but you can see something brewing behind his eyes. “Fine, fine.” A lazy grin gets thrown in your direction. “We’ll save sharing it for next time, right?”

You turn on your heel without responding, and he calls, “Hey, I’m teasing.”

After dropping your pillows onto the couch, you move into the bathroom to start your nighttime routine. By the time you come back into the bedroom, face clean and breath fresh, Dabi, much like before, has already made himself comfortable beneath your sheets. He’s star-fished, spreading his limbs wide to take up as much space as possible.

“This shit feels like a cloud.” His eyes slip closed, and though his mouth is obscured by your comforter, you can tell Dabi’s smiling. The sweet, familiar pang of domesticity strikes you again, a sense of comfort and ease you know is just out of reach sitting heavy on your chest. The illusion breaks, if only for a moment, and you’re reminded of your role in the world. Of Dabi’s. And it hurts.

Dabi cracks open a lid. “You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

He sits up on his elbows, pinning you beneath a serious gaze. “You’ve got this look on your face, like you’re somewhere else.” The alarm clock on your bedside table ticks from 3:30 to 3:31. “I don’t know how to explain it.”

You move to draw the curtains, and shut the alarm off. If you’re sleeping in the living room, you don’t want it waking Dabi up. “‘M just tired.”

Dabi continues to eye you as you come to stand beside the bed, stopping to inspect your face for a minute before he rolls his eyes. “Sure, little hero. Whatever you say.”

Ignoring the comment, you ask, “Need anything else?”

“How ‘bout a kiss?”

You scoff. “You can’t be serious.”

“C’mon,” Dabi urges, insistent fingers gripping at the hem of your shirt, “you wouldn’t deny an injured man a goodnight’s kiss, would you?”

“You’re impossible.”

A hand curls around your jaw, gently coaxing you down towards Dabi’s lips. “You like it.”

This kiss is nothing like the previous one. The heat is gone, the crippling desire absent. In their place you find the slow, lazy drag of affection and drowsiness, and as Dabi’s hand cradles your cheek, you struggle to decide which you like more.

When you move to pull away Dabi follows, pecking your lips one more time before letting go. His eyes don’t open right away as he bumps his nose into yours, “‘M holding you to it, you know.”

Your brows furrow. “To what?”

His eyes open and you’re met with brilliant, earnest turquoise — mischievous, but hopeful. “Next time.”

You push his chest and chuckle. “Keep saying that, and you’re gonna have to start paying rent.”

Dabi’s mouth drops open, hand clutching his heart. “You wouldn’t dare. How would I ever afford it?”

“Figure it out, tough guy.” You draw a circle around his forehead in the air between you. “You’ve got a brain up there somewhere.”

“You’re mean.” He tells you with a pout. “Does the public know you’re this mean? I think they should know the truth.”

You move to stand by the doorway, and when you turn to take another look at him, you stick your tongue out. “Goodnight.”

He sighs, shuffling beneath the covers again. “G’night, doll.”

The couch is lumpier than you remember it being, digging into your ribs as you wiggle around to get comfortable. You’re not going to get much sleep tonight anyway; what’s wrong with adding a little back pain to the equation? You’re sure you won’t regret it in the morning (yeah, right). 

Your phone’s alarm pulls you from a dreamless sleep at exactly six o’clock in the morning, and kickstarting your routine is painful. You practically have to drag yourself down the hallway to get cleaned up, washing your face and brushing your teeth like a zombie, movements sluggish and heavy. When you’re done, you creep into the bedroom to pull your work bag from the closet and slip into some civilian clothes. You’ll change at the office.

Dabi’s none the wiser to your intrusion, sleeping peacefully with his cheek squished into your pillow and your covers tucked up under his chin. The sight makes you pout, and you’re pushing the hair from his forehead with delicate fingers before you can stop yourself. Your heart takes another arrow when he mumbles in his sleep, pushing his head into your hand like a cat. Kicking him out doesn’t even cross your mind.

On your way out the door, you leave him a note that reads: “There are eggs in the fridge. Please don’t burn my apartment down.”

The walk to your agency does little to wake you up despite the cold biting at the tips of your nose and ears. By the time you get there, you’re more annoyed than anything, back aching and eyes tired.

“Hey,” your sidekick greets, a sly smirk on her face. “You have fun last night?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve got” she huffs a laugh through her nose, gesturing to your neck, “a little something. Might want to cover it up before your patrol starts.”

You rip open your locker and crane your neck in the little mirror that hangs there. Fuck. The love bite. You’d been so groggy this morning, you forgot all about it. Rifling through your bag for some makeup, your annoyance only grows.

“So,” your sidekick prods, pulling on her boots, “were they cute? I wanna hear everything.”

You think about Dabi wearing your clothes and eating your food. You imagine him still curled up in your bed, fast asleep. You make eye contact with her through the mirror as you try to bite back a smile, voice half-hearted and teasing. “Eh, he’s alright.”

“Just alright? I don’t believe that for a second.”

The moment you opened your door and pulled Dabi through it, inviting him into your home and taking care of him, there was no going back. You know that. The water has risen far over your head and your lungs are already filled with it. And as you spread concealer over the mark Dabi’s left on your neck, sharing a laugh with your sidekick about late-night trysts, you decide you’ve already sunk this deep, you might as well let yourself drown.

[sallage]

I'm Not Giving Up

The Unexpected Fight Series

Part 2

Warning: This is a tickle fic!

Summary: Bakugo has been different since his fight with Aya. His lack of presence in everyday activities and his changed attitude have become apparent to those around him, and people are starting to take notice. Even though Bakugo never asked for help, his friends would do anything to support him, even if that means confronting him directly and forcing him to face the truth.

Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler Bakusquad

Words: 4,995

Reading Time: 20 Minutes

A/N: Finally, Part 2! I'm sorry it took so long to come out. Turns out, remastering old works is a lot more work than I thought. I changed damn near every word and I'm still not satisfied with it, per usual. I'll continue writing the series until the end, so don't worry about me giving up on it. I hope it's enjoyed! 😇

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Bakugo was famously known for his temper and volatile nature, which often led him to spend long periods of time alone in his dorm.

However, this was different.

The fight with Aya stuck with him long after it had ended. In his mind, the scene repeated itself over and over again, with his uncontrollable and hysterical laughter echoing throughout the entire scene. He was unable to get over the embarrassing display he had put on, and in an effort to not be questioned again, he refused to speak unless necessary, and avoided everyone's probing eyes.

Bakugo made sure that he put in an exceptional amount of effort during his classes, and his hard work was evident from the high marks he constantly received. He also did remarkably well in his training sessions, and he would always show up the next day to put in another stellar performance. Despite his tireless work ethic, he remained stoic and avoided engaging with anyone.

For the most part, his friends gave him space, but they also worried about him when over time, he became increasingly reclusive. Hesitant knocks at his door gradually progressed to regular knocking sessions and Bakugo chose to ignore it all. With his friends constantly trying to probe why he had become so distant and unresponsive, Bakugo simply brushed off their questions and continued to ignore them.

His stomach growled and he growled back. Unable to ignore the hunger pangs, he got up from his studies and made the short trek to the common room to retrieve the ramen noodles he’d stored away. Looking out of the window, He could see that the night was already set, with only a few specks of light illuminating the darkening sky. There was no sound, just the peaceful stillness that encapsulated the world. The perfect night.

As Bakugo looked out of the window, he noticed a brief hint of movement from the corner of his eye. He turned his attention towards the hallway and locked eyes with Deku. Bakugo felt a cringe run through him, certain that Deku would take the opportunity to try and talk to him. He felt a pre-angry vein ready up in his temple.

Five seconds out of his room and he was already pissed off.

“Oh! Hey, Kacchan!” 

Bakugo would rather drink paint than respond.

Midoriya faltered, picking up on it right away. “Right well…A bunch of us are going out to get food. I know you’re making some, but you should come.”

Bakugo’s annoyance was visible as he focused on stirring his noodles.

“Kacchan-”

“Does it fucking look like-”

“No, your noodles!”

“Shit!”

The water boiled over the top of the pot, spilling out onto the counter. Bakugo angrily turned the heat down and took the pot to the sink. Looking inside, he found that his noodles were completely overcooked and gross. He had an urge to blow the entire dormitory to dust, his frustration and anger peaking in that moment. 

Instead, he picked up his phone and shouldered past Midoriya. 

“Hey, where are you going? Aren't you still hungry?”

Bakugo remained silent, walking towards the exit of the building without a word. Midoriya matched his stride, catching up to him and pushing himself between the other and the exit. The blonde closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Move.”

“No.” 

Bakugo opened his eyes, dangerous energy flashing through them. “If you don't move, I will turn you and this entire place to dust.”

Midoriya shook his head. “You’ve got to stop being so hard on yourself. What happened at the circuit-”

“Holy shit, do you ever just shut up?!” Bakugo’s face instantly grew red with humiliation. Emotions pounded in his head like a gavel, his fists clenched tight at his sides, wishing he could detonate that annoying ass rock sitting in the back of his throat.

“A win like that may have been enough for a weakling like you but I have higher standards for myself. We're not on the same level, Deku! I’m better than you. And for some stupid reason you keep forgetting that!”

“Kacchan, I’m talking about you beating yourself up over something that's just a part of the process. Her quirk was-”

“I don’t give a shit! Get the hell out of my-”

“You’re falling behind.” 

Silence. You could hear a pin drop.

Midoriya quickly kept on. “You never go beyond anymore. Usually, we can hear you practicing in the arena by yourself or with Kirishima, but we haven’t heard you in weeks and Kirishima hasn’t heard from you. There was even an opportunity to shadow a pro hero and you didn’t take it-”

“I don’t need to follow some nobody-”

“No. It’s like you’re depressed or something.” Midoriya bravely interrupted. “It’s like you’re giving up.”

Bakugo's eyes widened, a sudden fire in his chest blazed with determined violence. Sparks spewed from his hands, his eyes set on the green target standing before him. He dared not allow himself to give up or be the laughing stock of the school. He would burn in hell before assuming a role like that.

Midoriya stood his ground, refusing to concede, and determined to face down the inferno before him. He knew being honest with his friend would reward him with something like a bloody nose, but he was determined to anyway, especially if it would help Kacchan in the end.

Bakugo was known for his prideful and arrogant disposition, but this encounter with Midoriya shook him. The younger prodigy’s comments caused the blonde to be infuriated and bitter, but only temporarily. Deep down inside, Bakugo knew there was some substance to the accusation, and it made him feel weak. His energy and willpower were dwindling, leaving him tired, exhausted, and lacking the spark that he always relied on to make him feel like the powerhouse he always saw himself as.

He no longer felt like he could truly measure up, and he hated that.

The sparks in his hands barely left a trace of smoke, leaving Bakugo feeling a mixture of grief and rage.

“I’m not giving up.” He mumbled before roughly pushing past Midoriya and exiting the building.

—

Bakugo took a walk, wanting to occupy his thoughts. He came to a beautiful forest clearing and sat down, leaning back on his elbows, to gaze up at the stars. Despite his efforts to keep his thoughts away, they still came to him on their own.

“It’s like you’re giving up.”

It was Deku that said that to him. That useless fucker told him he was the one slipping through the cracks. He angrily kicked at a rock near his foot.

“I’m not giving up, damn Deku.” Bakugo said out loud. “I’m just getting started.”

His ears suddenly pricked and his attention focused on soft, sneaky footfalls that came from a nearby spot to his left.

Bakugo warily looked around as he stood up, his senses fully alert now. A plan instantly materialized in his mind before an unexpected loud yell came from somewhere behind him. A dark shadow suddenly came hurtling towards him, which he barely dodged in time. He released a blast in that direction then was grabbed from behind. He was just about to unleash a full explosion when he heard a familiar voice.

“Ah! Okay, ouch! What the heck, Bakugo?!”

“Hey, man! Chill out!” 

“Kaminari?” Bakugo narrowed his eyes in the now illuminated darkness, as the tree that took the full brunt of his quirk was now on fire. He watched as Kaminari hurriedly extinguished some lit sparks from his hair. The other voice came from behind. ”Kirishima?” Bakugo yelled, confused as hell. “What the hell are you two idiots doing?”

Kirishima released him and put his hand behind his own head apologetically. “We heard you were out here so we all came to see what you were doing.”

Bakugo's eyes darted behind the red head to see the faces of Deku, Sero, and Todoroki, who was icing the part of the tree Bakugo set on fire.

“Sorry not sorry!” Kaminari smiled, still picking at his hair. “But I couldn't pass up on the opportunity to scare the pants off of you.”

“I almost killed you, idiot.”

“But you didn't!” Kaminari winked, throwing a thumbs up.

Bakugo scowled and shoved his hands into his pockets, turning his back to them. “You’re all morons.”

 He began walking but Kirishima grabbed his arm. “I’m just going to be straight with you, man. All of us are worried about you.”

Bakugo jerked his arm out of his grip. “Worry about yourselves.”

“We know you’re not okay, dude.” Kaminari spoke up. “You haven’t exploded anyone in weeks. That must be a personal record.”

The others nodded, sharing grunts of agreement.

Bakugo growled. “Do you want me to exploded you? Is that it?” Sparks flew wildly out of his hands. “I can take all of you losers without even blinking!” 

“Let's do it.”

Everyone looked at Kirishima confused, including Bakugo. 

Sero rose his hand as if he were in class. “Five against one? What’s that going to do?”

“He just said he could take us all, so lets do it. But let's make it interesting.” Bakugo saw Kirishima's smile and returned his gaze with sharp, dagger-like eyes. A challenge, even one that seemed suspicious, wasn’t in Bakugo’s blood to refuse.

"What?" Bakugo replied testily. He hated how they all looked at him with pity, as if he was some broken or beaten-down puppy. But he was far from defeated, and he could destroy them all if he wanted to. He would prove each of them wrong, even if it meant blasting them to charred pieces.

Kirishima thought for a moment before answering. “If you win, then we’ll leave you alone. If we win, then you have to let us help you.”

Midoriya knew exactly what Kirishima was trying to do. Bakugo couldn't hope to take them all on at once. There was too much power in this group for him to handle on his own. But, as Midoriya knew too well, Bakugo wouldn't back down.

The angry blonde had been distracted lately, and he was so focused on proving his strength and ability that he might not fully grasp the possibility of failure. Midoriya knew that a challenge like this could finally give them the opportunity to break through to him.

Bakugo turned his nose up, seconds away from refusing before Kirishima added the cherry on top. 

“Unless you think you can't?”

Bakugo's explosions ignited, and he sent a powerful blast towards Kirishima, who hardened himself in response and took the hit. Then, he sent a second blast towards Deku, Todoroki, Kaminari, and Sero, who were all standing together. Todoroki threw up an ice wall to block the group from the explosion. The ice wall took the blast and was shattered into sparkling pieces as the explosion dissipated.

Kirishima barreled towards Bakugo who used his quirk to send himself flying into the air. Todoroki instantly leveled with him on the right, raising his right arm. To the left, Bakugo spotted Kaminari still on the ground and sparking with electricity. Sero was next to Kirishima, face scrunched in focus as he held fast with some tape, and Deku had used his quirk to quickly speed behind Bakugo on the ground, so the blonde was covered on all bases. All of them seemed to have coordinated a plan for their attacks without even a warning that Bakugo was going to attack.

They planned this. 

In that moment of clarity, Bakugo knew he was going to lose.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try like hell anyway.

He shot his hand up and quickly used his blasts to send him back to the ground. Kaminari and Sero released their quirks at the same time, missing Bakugo and hitting each other. The blonde could hardly land on the ground before he was body slammed hard by Kirishima, tumbling unceremoniously onto his side. Deku jumped up and tried to kick him, but Bakugo grabbed his leg, throwing him in a random direction right as he was was tackled again by Kirishima who was trying to get a grip over the blonde’s wrists.

Bakugo wasn’t stupid, he knew he wasn’t going to win this fight. He also knew his friends weren’t going to leave him alone, but passing up an opportunity to fight them? He’d never done that, no matter his mental state.

Bakugo screamed and set off a blast all around him, knocking Kirishima off of him. 

Through the dust and sparks, his eyes widened as he saw Todoroki appear in front of him with his right arm raised, a short burst of ice that was too fast to dodge caught Bakugo’s hand. The blast was harsh, knocking him back a few steps. He slammed his hand onto the ground, using his quirk at the same time to break it. He threw his arm out to Todoroki but his large blast was averted when strong tape closed around his wrist and yanked it backwards. 

He glared harshly at Sero, who waved at him, looking nervous. Bakugo’s hands sparked explosively, ready to wipe them both out with a single blast before he suddenly cried out as Kaminari’s quirk seared through him, paralyzing him leaving a hot metallic taste in his mouth. 

He was stuck for a few seconds, but it was enough. Deku flew in out of nowhere and delivered a hard kick to his chest, making him fall flat onto his back. Kirishima immediately grabbed his wrists, hardening himself in time for a large explosion to overtake them both. Todoroki covered the others protectively with an ice wall, which shattered and exploded around them, falling around them like burnt snow.

Bakugo’s hands smoked and steam rose off of Kirishima’s body, but he was still holding the other. Bakugo cursed and readied himself for another round, but was quickly stopped when he felt tape wrap tightly around his wrists then ice following enveloping his hands in a large block that covered his arms from his fingertips to his elbows, securing him tightly to the ground with his wrists raised slightly over his head. Midoriya, and Kaminari jumped over to his legs, trying to restrain them as he kicked and cursed wildly.

It was over.

Everyone around him was breathing hard, trying to wrestle a feral and partially restrained Bakugo, who was still fighting despite the obvious. A hand was gently placed on his shoulder.

 “It’s over!” Kirishima shouted, trying to speak over his aggression. “Stop fighting, we won.”

Bakugo shook his head and cursed. “Get the hell offa me!”

“No!” Everyone yelled in unison. 

“I said get off!” There was a small chip in his voice. 

Everyone paused and looked at each other, worriedly. Kirishima put both hands on Bakugo’s shoulders and pressed them firmly to the ground. “Bakugo, stop!”

He did. He just laid there silently, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. He was no longer struggling and no longer spewing hateful words. He was defeated.

But most of all, he was tired.

Silence lingered. Kirishima was the one to break it.

“We’re going to be real with you, man.” Kirishima started, easing up on his grip. “We’re all worried about you. You haven’t acted like yourself in weeks. You’re acting like you’re giving up on becoming the number one hero. You walk around as if someone killed your dog, man and its gotta stop. ”

Bakugo stayed silent for a while. “I’m not giving up.”

“Could have fooled us.” Kaminari mumbled, earning a glare from the blonde.

“Hate to break it to you, dude but you might be depressed or unmotivated or something.” Sero shrugged as a matter of factly. 

“You need support and you need it from your friends.” Todoroki deadpanned.

Midoriya stayed quiet and observed from the back, knowing his input could set the blonde off in a different way.

Bakugo knew deep down that they were right. He would never admit it out loud, but he was unmotivated, stuck in an endless cycle of self-hate and criticalness. Before the circuit, he was convinced that he had mastered all of his weaknesses and found ways to overcome them. Whether it was a new support item or modifications to his hero uniform, he felt unstoppable with every step he took forward. He felt as if he had everything under control, until such a trivial and unconventional weakness he hadn’t thought about since childhood nearly had him begging at the hands of a girl that didn’t even lay one finger on him. Technically he won that battle, but in his mind he lost.

Just like that damn sports festival.

Bakugo shifted uncomfortably, having reached his limit with everyone’s hands and eyes all over him. “Fucking whatever! Fine.” He grunted before he could stop himself.

Sero and Kaminari gasped, making Bakugo want to immediately retract his statement.

“Manly!” Kirishima whooped, shaking the blondes shoulders ceremoniously.

“Now let me up.” Bakugo demanded, pulling at his arms, unable to feel his hands anymore due to the cold.

Everyone’s smiles disappeared, and they looked at each other again. Bakugo noticed the looks and frowned.

“What?”

Kirishima smiled sadly. “I’m sorry, man. You're not going to like this but,” The red head paused, stealing a glance at Midoriya. “We’re going to help you.”

Bakugo growled. “What the hell does that mean? Just let me up!”

Kirishima braced himself. “We’re going to tickle you.”

Bakugo blanched. 

“No.”

“It makes sense.” Kaminari spoke up. “We can get your endurance up.”

“Eat shit and die.” 

“It could work.” Todoroki agreed. 

“Are you all deaf or something? I said no!”

“Damn it, Kacchan!” Midoriya yelled. He got up from his position and stood over him. “This is messing with you because you give it power. I know you feel like it’s a big deal, but it’s not the end of the world.” Midoriya’s voice was firm and confident. “You’re not weak Kacchan, but the way you’re acting is.”

Bakugo’s face turned red. With anger or embarrassment, Midoriya didn’t know or care, so he continued. “I’ve never known you to give up on anything, even when things seemed impossible. If you give up on this, you won’t improve. And you could become a liability; the weakness on someone else’s team.”

Everyone was slack jawed. Kirishima even leg go of Bakugo’s shoulders. The angry blonde looked as if he was about to explode, staring at Izuku with eyes that dripped with venom. 

After a few minutes, he finally spoke through gritted teeth. “Then fucking get it over with.” 

Everyone looked at each other then at Midoriya. His eyebrows were raised in shock, as if he wasn’t expecting his friend to even hear anything he said. Everyone shared his moment of shock before nodding at each other and moving. 

Bakugo’s heart pounded in his chest when Midoriya moved to sit next to Todoroki, who applied more ice to his already tightly restrained arms. Sero and Kaminari reinforced their hold on his legs and Kirishima sat criss crossed next to him. In a soft voice, he started speaking. “We’re just going to see how long you can last, and we’ll work from there. The safe word is red. Say that if you can’t take it anymore.”

“This is stupid.” Bakugo huffed. “I don’t need a damn safe woh-!”

Sudden light scribbles over the fabric covering his sides forced his mouth closed as Kirishima tentatively used the tips of his blunt nails to lightly scratch at the area. The blonde cringed and furrowed his brow. If Kirishima had a magnifying glass, he would be able to make out other’s nose twitching, the action so minuscule it seemed wrong to even notice it. Kirishima moved his nails to his stomach, where more noticeably, Bakugo’s body tensed. Kirishima resisted the urge to smile, knowing the blonde would put a stop to this immediately if he sensed any amusement from either one of them.

As soon as Kirishima’s devil nails touched down on Bakugo, the blonde instantly instantly regretted consenting to it. His wardrobe wasn't the least bit protective, sporting a simple black tank top and lose fitting sweatpants. When Kirishima grazed his fingernails over the sides of his hips, he involuntarily yanked at his arms hard, cracking some of the melting ice. Midoriya and Todoroki reinforced their grip on his elbows and biceps, forcing him to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent cursing them out, more worried about laughter spilling out than actual words.

Jolts of ticklish energy moved through his body, striking him at random like lightning in the form of twitches and jolts. Somehow he felt more sensitive, Kirishima’s soft fingers already driving him up the wall. He growled out loud when Kirishima struck a soft spot right above his hip bones and the red head paused before lightly spidering his fingers there. Bakugo tried to pull his legs to his chest but Sero and Kaminari where right there to prevent it. 

“Fuck this,” He mumbled, shaking his head. “I changed my MiHIND!” He cursed at the high pitched yelp that flew out of his mouth when Kirishima nicked one of his lower ribs. He shook his head again and pulled at his arms, face burning. “Did you h-hear me, idiot? I said-”

Kirishima’s big hands closed around his ribs and squeezed, causing the angry blonde to writhe and arch to the side. He wanted to open his mouth and tell him to stop, but he couldn’t get past the closed mouth grunts and giggles that wanted to slip past his tightly pursed lips. Bakugo started struggling, less from the sensations currently driving him mad and more by the need to escape. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything else.

The wind, the noise the trees made when it passed, the crickets-

His eyes suddenly shot open when he felt fingers in both of his armpits. He ripped himself from his meditation to lock eyes with Deku and Todoroki who were lightly tickling his armpits at the same softness as Kirishima. He spluttered and started yanking at his arms for a different reason now, but all for the same goal.

Kirishima looked up and locked eyes with the others. Bakugo almost missed the silent message that passed between the three of them, but before he could protest, they all transitioned from light curious scribbles to harsh and rough ones. Kneading, pinching, and scratching up and down his ribs and in and around his armpits.

Bakugo let out a bark of surprised laughter before soundlessly thrashing.

Kirishima used his fingers to keep a good grip on the blonde’s sides while his thumbs got to rotating, kneading right into the groves and ridges of his ribcage. Kirishima rotated his thumbs into wide circles, then would randomly pinpoint a small section that he would focus on, driving the blonde crazy with its unpredictability. Midoriya knew exactly which buttons to push, forcing the blonde to inch away from him the most despite similar treatment on his other side. Midoriya knowingly teased and traced around Bakugo’s death spot, and he was hyper aware of the fact that Midoriya had the golden ticket and how close he was to cashing it in.

“You…Mother…f-fucking NERD!” Bakugo hissed when Midoriya faked out scratching at his death spot, instead going around it.

“He’s not even paying attention to me. Midoriya, what are you doing?” Todoroki talked as if he was asking about the weather or a homework assignment, not like he was in the middle of trying to wreck his friend.

Bakugo shot Midoriya a world shattering glare, but Midoriya just smiled and shrugged, not wanting to be the one to reveal his childhood best friend’s weak spot. “You just have to look, I guess.”

“Okay.”

Todoroki picked up the pace, searching for a spot that would produce a similar reaction. Once Todoroki’s wiggling fingers descended towards the bottom of his armpits, Bakugo gasped and shifted away, causing the half and half hero to look at Midoriya with deadpanned victory. 

“I got it.”

Todoroki nodded at Deku, then at Kirishima. A silent agreement passed between the boys and Bakugo’s eyes widened as soon as he caught onto it.

 “Wait, fuck stop! You- Agh! No no NOO! WAHAIHAIHAIHAIHAIIT!” He screamed, arching his back and trying his best to kick his legs out of his friend’s tortuous grip. “AGGHAAH! AAHAHAHAHAHA WHAHAT THE HEHEHEHEHHELL?! NAH! STAAAHAHAHAHAHP!”

Bingo. Todoroki and Midoriya massaged the spot right above his ribs and below his underarms. Kirishima closed his hands into fists and started knuckling the bottom half of his ribs. Bakugo’s laughter went up a few pitches and he jerked around hysterically, attempting to buck his hips and free his arms and legs. He felt cool water rolling down his arms and to his frustration, even that tickled.

“STAHAHAHAHAP, YOU BASTARDS!” 

Black smoke rose from holes in the ice and Todoroki stopped to reapply it. Bakugo didn't even notice the break, due to Midoriya absolutely letting him have it on his other side. Bakugo sneered and cursed, face scrunched in delirious hilarity. Kirishima’s devious fingers wiggled down Bakugo’s torso, testing new areas for reaction. His sides caused him to writhe depending on the pressure, but he could explore that later. Once kirishima’s fingers graze over his hipbones, Bakugo threw his head back and let out an uncharacteristic shriek. Kirishima frowned, confused for a moment before looking over to see Kaminari and Sero messing with the undersides of his knees. Chucking to himself, He watched Bakugo try and fail to kick his legs, shaking his head and bucking his hips.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! FUCK! GEHEHEHT OFF MEHEHEHEHE!”

He slammed his head on the ground, his face and neck turning a dark shade of red.

Without warning, Midoriya and Todoroki doubled their efforts. Not wanting to be outdone, Kirishima doubled down as well. Kaminari and Sero chuckled at Bakugo’s hilarious reactions and started teasing the top of his knees as well as the bottom. Bakugo’s laughter stayed the same but his thrashing increased, throwing Kaminari around as the electric hero lost his grip a few times.

Bakugo’s laughter became desperate. The spidering along his hips, the fingers in his underarms, the knuckling along his ribs, the annoying and jolting tickles on both sides of his knees and the massage along his death spot was way too much. Through a frustrated yell, his struggling doubled and the ice crackled again, bits and pieces flying off in jagged layers. 

“AAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAH! SHIT! SHIHIT OKAY! RAHAHAHA- REH- REEHEHEHEHEHHED! RED DAMN IT SSTAHAHAHAHAHHAPP!” 

Everyone’s fingers stilled and Bakugo’s entire body slumped, head pushed back, defeated.

“Alright man,” Kirishima started. “That was 4 minutes.”

“I can understand why you think it’s a weakness.” Kaminari stifled a giggle.

“Yeah, dude you're like, super ticklish.” Sero chuckled, nudging Kaminari.

If Bakugo’s face had been able to blush any further, it would have.

“Shut… up.” He gasped. “Get this damn ice offa me.” 

Everyone let up. Todoroki melted his ice and Sero cut his tape. When Bakugo was free, he sat up and dusted himself off. He rubbed his hands together warming them and resisted the urge to smack and rub his body to make the phantom sensations go away. 

Everyone was looking at him, expectedly, wondering if they had went too far. Bakugo picked up on it and groaned. “The fuck are you all gawking at?”

Kirishima clapped his hands together once, eagerly. “Alright well, I say we set up some training sessions! Come up with different challenges that Bakugo would have to face and track his progress.”

“One could be an interrogation! Someone could give him a set of numbers and he would have to hold onto it until a time limit expires.” Sero shrugged.

“One could include combat training.” Todoroki quietly suggested. “We could spar and see if it affects how he fights.”

“Then after a while we could do this again and see if he can last longer!” Sero concluded.

“So it’s about endurance?” Kaminari asked.

“Well, yeah.” Kirishima answered. “That means he’s going to have to get tickled. A lot.” Kirishima felt a small twinge of guilt as he looked at Bakugo, realizing that the blonde's plight was indeed a humorous one, but he also recognized the severity of the situation. He had never viewed being ticklish as anything more than a harmless and fun activity, but he could see that it affected Bakugo differently, which made him want to reach out and be there for him. 

Kirishima had no idea what exactly his friend was feeling, but he intended to support him in whatever way he could. “You have to be willing, Bakugo or this isn’t going to work. You can say yes or no and we won’t push you, but know that this will help you, and it will help you improve rather than hold you back.” 

Bakugo finally looked up at the group, and exhaled tiredly. It was not an angry, irritated, or upset sigh, but one of pure exhaustion.

“Fine.” He conceded, rolling his eyes as everyone’s faces lit up in happy surprise. “No one finds out about this. I mean it, assholes. Got it?” 

Everyone nodded enthusiastically and Bakugo huffed.

The tired blonde stood up and stretched, narrowing his eyes at everyone, gaze lingering on a nervous green headed nerd. “Who told you losers I was out here?”

Without an ounce of hesitation, Sero pointed at Deku, who squawked at the other in betrayal. Bakugo’s eyes flash red and he set off some small explosions in his hands. “Run. Run hard and fast.”

Deku wasted no time, tripping over himself as he rapidly climbed to his feet and ran away, yelling some sincere sounding apologies behind him with Bakugo right on his ass.

Everyone laughed and Kirishima sighed contently. 

Bakugo was back. 

˚ · • . ° .

Part 3

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The hunters and the man Pt.1

TW: Implied Child Neglect, cringe?

Word count: 1,599

Fear

It’s one of the most common feelings among childern, I mean you would be scared too if everything didn’t fully make sense and adults always think their better then you, I mean how would you like it if every little concern or problem you had was just brushed off because the ADULT DECIDED IT WASN’T WORTH THEIR FUCKING TIME AND NOW YOU HAD A SCAR MARRING YOUR FACE THAT MAKES OTHER KIDS LAUGH AT YOU ALL BECAUSE THE PARENT WHO WERE SUPOOSED TO PROTECT YOU WERE TO BUSY GETTING HIGH AND ARGUING ABOUT FUCKING POLTICS!

Sorry, got a little heated there, but you get what I mean don’t you? I mean being pushed around just because you're small is awful and I hate it.. Oh! I haven’t properly introduced myself yet to you, I am Aleksandra Zabójca A polish-American kid who lives with her parents, dog, and used to live with her auntie as well, but after a big  fight with my parents, Auntie left and I can’t find her, I know she's somewhere at the local lake though. 

But that Lake is near a camp called camp blood. It's pretty unsettling, or is it called something else?

I woke up to the sound of my parents fighting again. Can’t they at least fight quietly?

“Seriously why won’t they just get a divorce, be so much easier” I muttered bitterly under my breath before reluctantly leaving the warmth and comfort of my bed before starting my daily search or my scarf which I know I left on my desk last night, but noo, it’s not there anymore 

Seriously, does the universe hate me?.. Wait.

“Crap! You gotta be kidding me” I panicked once I realized that the only way it could go missing was by miś my Husky that was apparently from Siberia, get it, cause my dog is a Siberian Husky.. I’m funny

Seriously, why is the dog breed called that? 

Probably cause it’s a husky from Siberia 

I continue to look for Miś and my scarf, looking through my entire room aimlessly before deciding I’m better than this and grabbing my large poncho with a hood, it had bear ears I love this poncho

Deciding I can be mad at my bear of a dog later I venture downstairs quietly, Mom had gone back to bed and Papa is making me breakfast, At least he cares I shook myself from the thought and continued my quiet crusade from the stairs to the kitchen to sneak some bacon without having to acknowledge the fact that the Miś has most likely ripped up my scarf, it was something Pa had made himself, and while he did care about me, he hated Mom more than he loved me..

Seriously, what is stopping them from divorcing?!

“Where do you think you’re going Aleksandra?” I heard my Pa’s voice before I could see him. How did I not see him, he’s the size of the front door!

In short I ended up getting an earful from Pa about keeping my clothes out of the dog's reach and asking before taking food. But How was I supposed to know that Miś could reach onto my desk?! Also the food was mine anyways!

But overall not a terrible morning, it could’ve been worse, Mom would have talked to me about it, and I did not want to listen to a woman who barely cared enough to get me treatment for the skin cancer on my cheek and jaw to lecture me on what to do..

She's the whole Reason Pa had to cut part of my face off.. If she wasn’t so concerned on buying her stupid vodka then maybe I wouldn’t look like this

Sorry, I’m getting distracted, but we are now at the bus stop where I wait for my one and only friend Gabirella or as I like to call her Gabi.

I am noticing a ton of the dumb college students who usually hang around here and either

A: make fun of my face

B: make fun of me and Gabi

C: do drugs and smoke

D: all of the above

I was pretty happy they weren’t here today, But I missed Gabi, she was probably sick and her Mom forgot to call my Pa and let him know she wouldn’t be at school today.

Oh bus is here

I hopped onto the bus, making my way to the back where usually all the fifth graders sit, but since I’m in fourth grade and I’m wayy more mature than them I like to think of myself as a fifth grader already. Just need to get taller. 

The bus ride goes without issue, just sitting in the back alone like usual when Gabi is sick I miss her though, at lease with her the other kids interact with me, now they just stare and look disgusted It kinda hurts

While I was getting lost in what little thoughts I have, my bus had pulled into the school driveway thingy where all the buses pull up to drop off children, Getting my bag I shuffled off the bus in a line with the other kids, making my way to Ms. Kimble was your teacher, and she was pretty nice, giving me the support I needed while being treated as a zoo animal almost. A few other kids are nice and even liked to play hunter and deer with me!

Hunter and deer is one of my favorite games, up in my top thirteen with tag and hide and seek, as well as uno and guess the item. But enough about the games I like to play I should explain how you play Hunter and deer.

So basically you need around 3 or 10 people to play, and one of the players is chosen to be the hunter based on what they ate for lunch that day, for example if one of the kids had a ham sandwich and the other kids didn’t have a lot of meat in their lunch the kid who had a ham sandwich would bet the hunter and the rest would be the deer.

I came up with the game with the help of my Auntie.. But if I’m being honest she’s more like a mom to me then an Auntie.. But that's a thought to unpack another day.

”Hey, Sandra, come see. A bear cub and its mother” Auntie said, her voice thick with the slavic accent she had but wouldn’t admit to. I crawled onto her lap to look through the binoculars.

”Bears are so cool Auntie, just like you!”  I said happily, looking up at my Auntie.. My hero, and she looked down at me with a love in her eyes that could only be described as parental love.. Which was weird because she was just my Auntie.. But she was a mom to me.. I love my Auntie 

”Hey Auntie, promise you’ll never leave me?” I asked, as I turned around to hug her, wanting more of the love I never got from my mom.. She was barely my mom.. No.. Auntie was my mom

”Of course I’ll never leave you, Child” My auntie spoke with such kindness. I believed her, I believed her when she embraced me and pet my hair, I believed her when she promised me.. Because Auntie wouldn’t break her promises.. right?

It was lunch time now, and I was jolted awake from that sweet yet sad memory by my friend Shasha. He was one of my good friends that would play Uno with me and Gabi when we had indoor recess.  

“Alek, you alright? Another nightmare?” Shasha’s kind voice broke through my thoughts, making me re-focus on what I was doing.

“No, No, just tired that’s all, Pa and Mom were fighting all night and you know how they are” the embarrassment was evident by the fact I was playing thumb wars with myself, which I like to think is pretty impressive but my friends think it’s a tad weird.

“Anyone else gonna play with us?” I inquired, opening my lunch box to look at the food my Pa packed, my stomach gurgling uncomfortably.

“The others are buying lunch” Sasha spoke, opening his own lunch box and then grinning at me.

I hummed at his answer, choosing to ignore the concerningly large grin he had on his face before a smile ghosted my face as I saw kielbasa and pierogies.. MAC AN CHEESE I couldn’t believe it, not only had my Pa packed pretty much all of my favorite snacks and he managed to perform some sort of magic to keep them all warm for lunch..

Soon the others came to the lunch table, Cheyenne, Jude, and Jack, they were all siblings, well, technically they were triplets. Their poor mother.

“Sorry we’re late, Dad forgot to pack our lunches again” Cheyenne spoke first sitting down next to me with her brothers following suit, Jack sitting next to her and Jude sitting next to Sasha. 

“It is fine friends” Sasha reassured “Who should be Hunter this time?” He followed up with a question, taking a few bites from his pasta, That pasta looks yummy

“I dunno, Alek, have you gotten a turn to be the hunter this week?” Jude asked, turning the attention to me, I didn’t mind though.

“I don’t think I have” I said, pursing my lips before deciding to ask another question. “Anyone else wanna be the Hunter?” The silence that followed told me all that I needed to know.

I was the hunter this time.

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haiiiiiii X3 my name is Fairyfly, but you can also call me Wander, Fink, or really anything that’s polite XD I'm 24, I'm an artist, programmer, and explorer from St. Louis, Missouri. I'm ALSO a member of an endangered speciez - the scemo :o I'm trying to find more scene, emo, goth, or generally alt ppl to hang out with, who are also 21 or older!! ★

LEARN MOAR BELOW :D

WAT IS THIS PLACE

( -w•)╦̵̵̿╤─ --💥💥 I'm making this page 2 try to find other creeps and freakz in the area!! I'll be posting about what I'm up 2 when I'm out and about in public spacez or in a hangout spot online, so you can have teh opportunity to join meh!!! And hopefully I won't get killed along the way X3

WAT IS THE SOOTHSAYER CLUB??

I hope this place can be a bit of a local network one day!! I don't know where 2 find other scene or emo ppl IRL. I even went to a "goth bar" recently, and it looked like everyone was cosplaying characters from The Office @_@ It waz all normies. People were wearing fucking KHAKIS. It'd be nice if we could find each other, so maybe other ppl could go 2 this blawg 2 find out where to meet ppl like them :3

WHO EVEN ARE YOU???

Like I said, my name is Fairyfly/Fink/Wander/whatever!! I use primarily she/her pronounz in public 2 not get hatecrimed X3 I'm 23 yearz old, mah birthday is in October. I'm plural but we prolly won't talk about that :P I don't drink, but I don't mind when otherz do! I don't drive, but I'm a proficient bus uzer!! I'm scemo. I am tired of NOBODY MAKING ANY FUCKING WEIRD LIFESTYLE CHOICES ANYMORE Xx.

Nobody I run into is weird or cringe or has ANY convictions - I mean, ppl SAY cringe culture iz dead, but then they're wayyyy too plugged in to mean it. SO I guess I'm anti social media. I dont really wanna hang out if u use tiktok.

I work nights Monday thru Friday, and am nocturnal O_o

WHAT I BELIEVE: Queer rights are human rights. Black lives matter. Be a decent fucking person to homeless people, even if you can't give them anything. I will address u by whatever name and pronounz u choose, unless you're like trying to pull some genie logic shit and pick something rude. I'm fine with watever u are or wanna label urself, including contradictory labelz. I am pro furries, therianz, kin of any kind, and people who are plural for any reason. PIRATE MUSIC. Shoplift CAREFULLY ^_^ FUCK COPS. Don't start fights u can't survive tho LOL. Fat people don't need to be hot to deserve ur respect, but ALSO fat people are hot.

THINGS I LIKE: Making kandi, playing DDR, Jhonen Vasquez's works, the bus, flip phones, weird pedantic people, obsessives, music that sounds bad, underground bands, local concerts, St. Louis, bugs, amphibians, pigs, scene culture, emos and goths, debate, MP3 players (I LOVE MINE I'm so sad it broke LOL I'm buying a new one SOON tho), people with uneven eye makeup and no lipstick, lazy eyes, rainbows, thrifting, oddities, antique malls, sushi, meeting new people, trying new things, urban exploring, ZOMBIES, horror.

THINGS I HATE: People more interested in the optics of discourse and using the Right Terms to be an asshole 2 u than they are actually investing or acting on social justice or basic kindness. Advertisements and being advertised to. Hot people, social media, fandom. Has anyone noticed they don't let ugly people be in movies anymore? Even background characters have faces acceptable for Instagram, like weirdly smoothed out. EVEN the kids and the elderly are like. Macy's ad kids and old people. I HATE that. I don't like anime, sorry. If you try to show me a short form video on YouTube or Tiktok I'll throw up on us both. Oh and if you use algospeak (sewerslide, unalived, are you restarted, r/a/p/e, etc.) to my face I will peel yours off.

Errr IDK I'll add more later XD

[legends-of-time]

The Journey of Living at Downton

Chapter 11: Early 1918

Masterlist

Things are beginning to settle though there are still tensions between Lady Grantham and Mrs Crawley.

Second Lieutenant Prior had left a couple of weeks earlier though Emma knows he and Sybil have been writing letters. Sadly he is being sent back to the front. This causes Emma to do something she hadn't done before, praying to God for his return.

Emma is moving towels around or walking through with a clipboard checking things.

"The men are putting on a concert." She hears Lady Edith say as she walks into the Great Hall with a clipboard in her hands.

"Can I help?" Mrs Crawley asks desperately. Emma cringes as she thinks about Major Clarkson's round that was done without her. She hovers waiting for her opportunity to approach.

"Edith has it under control." Lady Grantham replies from where she is faffing about at a table. The woman has been trying to wiggle out her counterpart.

"I do if Mary's willing." Lady Edith calls up to the woman who has begun walking up the stairs.

"Oh, all right." Lady Mary groans. "One song, and that's your lot." She continues walking up and her sister walks out of the room.

"What time is Dr Clarkson's round?" Mrs Crawley asks.

"It's already happened."

"Without me? Why? I'm not very late." Emma feels sorry for the woman.

"We didn't see the need to wait. Mrs Hughes," Mrs Hughes walks over to her, "I need to steal you for a minute. I have to check the linen books."

"But I went over them last week." Mrs Crawley butts in.

"Very good, Milady. I'll get started." Mrs Hughes awkwardly replies as she leaves.

"Surely I can—"

The Countess interrupts her again. "Emma, here's the sheets you wanted." Emma nods gratefully, partly due to getting the sheets so she can cross that off her list and mostly to do with getting out of the room. "Anna, can you tell Mrs Patmore it'd be easier for me to go through the menus this afternoon."

"Of course, Your Ladyship." Emma hears Anna say from where she and Gemma are cleaning the Outer Hall.

——

Emma is walking through the Recreation room, handing something to an officer saying he had dropped it when she hears giggling. She turns to see Ethel leaning close to Major Bryant who is sitting in a chair by the fireplace with another officer.

Emma frowns. She has noticed this before but Ethel has ignored her warnings and if Emma wasn't so busy with the Convalescence home as well as the Hospital, she would have more time to interfere.

"Ethel, have you nothing to do?" Lady Edith calls from where she is handing out parcels. Ethel leaves just as Mrs Hughes enters.

"I was keeping her talking. You mustn't blame her." Major Bryant says.

"I don't."

Mrs Hughes looks disapprovingly at Major Bryant and walks away. Emma shakes her head and continues working.

——

Doing the rounds with Major Clarkson without her and doing the linen books despite her having done them last week, is only the beginning of Lady Grantham taking control over Mrs Crawley.

Gemma tells Emma about how Her Ladyship has changed the patients' lunchtime so that the staff one wasn't as early along with changing the nursing shifts, which Emma knew about but Gemma tells her that Mrs Crawley has now found out and had gone off to confront the Countess.

Emma visits Mr Branson while he works on the car. "Why did you promise Mr Carson not to stage anymore protests when you wouldn't promise me?" She feels quite annoyed.

He looks at her. "I had my reasons."

Emma sighs but moves on. "You won't be content to stay at Downton forever, will you? Tinkering away at an engine instead of fighting for freedom? I thought you'd join the rising in Dublin last Easter."

He stops working on the engine. "Might've... if it hadn't been put down in six short bloody weeks. Let's hope the real fight for Ireland will come after the war and I'll be ready for it." Mr Branson replies.

"Um... yes things move more along I think." Emma stumbles.

"I should hope so. The truth is, I'll stay in Downton until you want to leave with me."

She looks at him in surprise. "Don't talk like that."

"You're too scared to admit it, but you're in love with me. Lady Sybil says you do." He hands her a note. "Please take this. Read it please. It shows I'm about building a life for us."

Emma opens her mouth to respond, though she doesn't know how, when they get interrupted.

"Branson, could you take me into Ripon at three?" Lady Mary calls and she turns to Emma. "I'm getting some things for Mama, is there anything you want?"

"Nothing you can find in Ripon." Emma gives Mr Branson an irritated look as she marches off.

What Mr Branson has written was a practice piece for a newspaper column. Emma enjoys it and finds it rather good. She understands why he wants to show he's serious, to show her he is still that he hasn't gotten bored.

The conflict between Lady Grantham and Mrs Crawley has reached its head and now the latter has left for France so as to be more of a use there. Emma feels relieved that Downton will now run a bit more smoothly though she is sad to see Mrs Crawley go.

——

Emma wakes up a couple of days later to learn that Ethel was suddenly fired last night by Mrs Hughes. She and Anna stand in the latter's and Ethel's room. Ethel cries as she packs.

"But why? What could you have possibly done that's so terrible?" Anna asks.

"Have you taken everything of mine from there?" Ethels asks instead.

Anna goes to the wardrobe to get more of Ethel's things.

"Would you like me to speak to her?" Emma asks. She didn't particularly like Ethel that much but she can't help but feel sorry for her. "Because we can."

"No, she wouldn't listen."

Anna moves back to Ethel with some things. "She's not a bad person, Mrs Hughes. I know she can be strict, but she's not—"

"She wouldn't listen." Ethel stuffs things into her bag. They try to comfort Ethel as she breaks down. Emma wonders if this has something to do with Major Bryant. Had they taken it too far?

——

"I know Ethel can be difficult, but she was very sorry for her mistake, whatever it was." Anna says later when they are dressed and in Mrs Hughes' Sitting room.

"I'm sure. It's cost her her job." Mrs Hughes remarks from her desk.

"But surely—" Emma starts.

"Never mind why she's gone. She's gone. And there's an end to it." Mrs Hughes snaps before calming and turning around. "By the way, I hear Mr Bates is back in the county." Emma's eyes widen. She didn't think anyone else knew. Well, the secret is out now. "Mr Carson says you know all about it. I gather His Lordship has gone to see him." Well Emma herself didn't know that but Anna looks like she does.

"I know. He told me he was going." Anna confirms.

"Why in heaven's name didn't you mention any of it to me?"

"It wasn't my secret to tell," Anna explains.

"Did you know Emma?" Mrs Hughes asks, taking in her non-shocked face.

"Perhaps but again not my secret to tell," Emma replies.

——

Emma and Sybil are halfway through their round in at Downton when Sybil starts talking about something not to do with the patients, treatment etc.

"I'm worried." She suddenly says as they walk over to the Supply Cupboard.

"What about?" Emma asks confused.

"Mary has been asking me about a relationship or perhaps someone in my sights that I might be keeping secret and then granny, last night, starts talking to me about inappropriate friendships suddenly. I can't help but feel like they know something." Sybil explains.

"You think your sister found out and told your grandmother about Lieutenant Prior?" Emma asks concerned. They step inside the Cupboard and continue talking as they collect what they need.

"I think so. I can't risk Billy. H-he's important." Sybil blushes flustered.

"Have you asked Lady Mary about what she's told?" Emma asks giving Sybil the courtesy of ignoring her flushed face.

"No. I don't want to talk to her and call her Mary." Sybil replies.

"I'll have to ask her about that and maybe you should ask her. Have they even mentioned his name?" They could be worrying about nothing.

"Who else could they be talking about?" Sybil points out.

"Good point," Emma admits.

"Though I also learnt something else last night at dinner," Sybil says more cheerfully as they head back upstairs.

"What?"

"Bates is back in Yorkshire? A pub in Kirkbymoorside called—"

"The Red Lion." Emma finishes.

"Ye- how do you know?" Sybil asks in surprise.

"Anna," Emma says as if it explains everything, which it kind of does, "who is also the reason that I know the His Lordship is visiting him today."

Sybil huffs as if annoyed but Emma knows she isn't, not truly. "Why do I bother trying to tell you news when you know half of it."

"One of my many qualities." Emma flashes her a big smile though she feels guilty Sybil still doesn't know the real truth about her, about her being a time traveller.

——

Emma tinkles in behind Gemma into the Servants' Hall as she is on her break for about 20 minutes so she is taking the chance to soak in a different environment and join them in an afternoon cup of tea. Miss O'Brien, Thomas and Daisy are already inside. She scrunches her face at the sight of Thomas' cigarette.

She only just enters when Mrs Hughes walks in. "Daisy, you're not to worry about William. I spoke to His Lordship earlier. He says you're not to be concerned until we know more." Another maid, Anne, walks in.

"But he is missing. I mean, they don't know where he is, or Captain Crawley, do they?" Daisy insists. Emma frowns. William is missing?

"There could be a hundred explanations." Mrs Hughes reassures.

"Yes. And one of them is that they're dead." Miss O'Brien blurts out. She pauses and takes in Daisy's fearful face. "Don't mistake me. I hope very much they're not. But we ought to face the truth."

"What may be the truth. And what very well may not." The Hall boy George walks in as Mrs Hughes walks out and meets Anna by the entrance of the room. "Anna, do you think that Mr Bates will come back?"

"That's for him to say," Anna replies. Emma sees Miss O'Brien listening closely.

"I hope he does. He always seems a romantic figure to me." Daisy says as she walks past them.

"Does he?" Miss O'Brien mutters. "How do you define romantic?"

"It's no good him thinking he can turn up here without a moment's notice and be cock of the walk," Thomas replies. Emma catches his eye and shakes her head at him. Anna walks into the room after having taken off her apron.

"Why is that, Thomas? Because a place is already taken?" Mr Hughes remarks. Anna sits down across from Thomas and Miss O'Brien. The air is slightly tense.

——

Lady Mary enters the corridor to find Emma pulling out some candles.

"Can you please tell Sybil I never said anything to Granny, honestly." She says. "She hasn't been talking to me."

"Then why did she suddenly start talking about inappropriate friendships out of nowhere?" Emma counters. How else would Sybil's grandmother get the ideas from?

"She thinks Sybil must have a beau, and if we don't know about him, then she has to be keeping him secret." Lady Mary explains insistently. "It's just Granny being Granny. She should not make such a thing of it."

"She doesn't deserve to be told off. Not by her or by you. Nothing's happened." Emma says strongly. She closes the drawer and walks away.

Lady Mary follows. "Why? What might've happened? I have seen her talking with someone and then I see you passing notes. Please can you tell me? I only want to help."

Emma frowns. How could she have but only bring it up now? Prior left a month ago. Also what has her and Mr Branson sharing notes got to do with Sybil and Prior?

"I mean it." She continues despite her confusion. "From what I can tell they haven't kissed or anything. I don't think they've shaken hands. She's not even sure if she likes him like that."

"We are talking about Branson?" Lady Mary states rather than questions.

This causes Emma to stop suddenly causing Lady to stop as well and others dart around them. "Wait, what? Mr Branson?!"

"Isn't it?" Lady Mary asks now looking confused.

"No, I thought you were talking about..." Emma cuts herself off.

This piques the other woman's curiosity. "Who?"

Emma sighs knowing she might as well tell her some of the truth. "It's not Sybil Mr Branson has confessed any feelings to." She pauses though she doesn't know why, maybe it makes it feel more real. "It's me."

Lady Mary raises her eyebrows. "The chauffeur? Branson?"

"Oh, how disappointing of you," Emma remarks.

"I'm just trying to get it straight in my head. You and the chauffeur." Lady Mary defends.

"Oh don't be a snob. We are on more equal standing than you think." Emma counters.

"I just think you can do better." The eldest Crawley daughter replies. "But if it isn't Branson Sybil is involved with, who is it?" Emma hesitates. It was one thing to reveal what is going on with herself but for Sybil it is different. "Please."

Emma knows she can't lie now. "It's Second Lieutenant Billy Prior."

"The..."

"Temporary gentleman'? Yes."

Lady Mary scoffs. "Oh, darling, darling, she should not be such a baby. This isn't fairyland. What did she think? She'd marry the lower class officer and we'd all come to tea?" They walk up the stairs to the ground floor.

Emma is irritated by her response. "Don't be silly. I told you, she doesn't even think she likes him." They reach the top of the stairs.

"Has anything happened?" Lady Mary asks. They stop by the entrance to the Great Hall.

"I told you I haven't. I've only seen them talk. She hasn't encouraged him. She hasn't said anything, really." Emma doesn't want to mention the letters. Not lying doesn't mean she can't omit some of the truth.

"You haven't given him away, though?"

Emma looks at Lady Mary surprised and worried as she does not want to be the reason Sybil can't find happiness. "Will you?"

Lady Mary sighs. "Well, I won't betray him on one condition: you must promise you will make sure she does not do anything stupid." Emma looks down. "You must promise now, or I'll tell Papa tonight."

"I promise." Emma reluctantly says. "I'll explain things to her."

——

Emma and Anna step into the downstairs corridor from different directions. Mrs Hughes and Mr Bates stand near the door to the outside.

"Thought it was you," Anna says.

"Hello." Emma greets. It will be nice to see Anna be happier now that he is back.

"Hello both of you." Mr Bates greets as he and Mrs Hughes walk towards them.

"Come a way in, and give some substance to the gossip of your return." Mrs Hughes remarks. Anna rubs his arm as he passes and the two of them share a look.

"You'll find things a bit different from when you left, Mr Bates." Mr Carson says as he, Mrs Hughes, Mr Bates, Anna and Emma stand in the Servants' Hall. Miss O'Brien stands on the other side of the table with Daisy next to her and Anne behind her.

"Downton at war?"

"Precisely. There's some extra help in the Kitchen, all very nice people. And the nurses of course, but they live down at the Hospital." Mr Carson explains.

"Except for Lady Sybil and Emma," Anna adds.

"Nurse Crawley and Nurse Byrne, please," Thomas says as he walks inside the room. Emma rolls her eyes. She doesn't exactly mind when Downton staff and family call her by her first name.

"So... we've both returned, you and I. Couple of bad pennies." Mr Bates remarks civilly.

"I haven't," Thomas says as he places his cup of tea on the table in front of the seat between Miss O'Brien and Daisy.

"Thomas means he's not here as a servant. He manages the house. He's a sergeant now." Miss O'Brien explains haughtily.

Thomas sits down. "I take orders from Major Clarkson. He runs this place on behalf of the army medical corps."

"Yet another reason to pray for peace." Mrs Hughes smiles in amusement at Mr Bates' remark. "I heard about William from His Lordship. And Captain Crawley."

"I'm sure they're all right," Emma says.

They hear a door bang open and Mr Molesley runs down the corridor.

"Sorry I'm late. Has the dressing gong rung yet?" He says as he reaches them. Was he going to start helping? Oh, dear.

"You're not late, Mr Molesley, but er—" Mrs Hughes awkwardly starts.

"Mr Bates is back, and you reminded me I better ring it now." Mr Carson finishes and quickly leaves the room.

Mr Molesley, still panting, asks, "Are you staying for good?"

"I'd need a crystal ball to answer that, but I'll stay for now." Mr Bates replies. "Have you been standing in for me?"

"I was going to, starting tonight, yeah." Poor Mr Molesley.

"Then you'll be relieved to see me."

"Oh, tremendously." Mr Molesley says though he doesn't look like he means it.

"What's that?" Mr Bates asks him having noticed he holds something in his hands.

"It's a new kind of shoehorn. I bought it for His Lordship."

"That's very kind of you, Mr Molesley, thank you." Mr Molesley is forced to give Bates the shoehorn. Mr Carson rings the dressing gong in the distance and everyone begins moving. Emma moves to sit down.

"Daisy, fetch me some more tea," Thomas orders the girl that is leaving the room.

"Thomas, I've got dinner—"

"Hot this time, and it's Sergeant Barrow to you."

"Thomas don't make enemies," Emma tells him. He huffs.

Miss O'Brien passes Mr Bates as she walks out of the room. "Watch yourself, Mr Bates. Thomas is in charge now, and it won't do to get on the wrong side of him."

"Is there a right side?" Mr Bates remarks. Emma presses her lips together so she doesn't laugh but she thinks Thomas has caught on to her expression.

——

Later on, Emma goes to the Garage where she finds Mr Branson.

"So, Mr Bates is back. Lord Grantham must be pleased." She remarks from the door while Mr Branson leans on a table at the side of the room.

"And Mr Carson won't be sorry."

Emma pauses before walking inside. "Mr Branson, there's something you ought to know. I've told Lady Mary."

"I see." He replies with a smile that makes him appear content as if expecting this. "Well, that's me finished then. Without a reference. Mr Carson won't be pleased with our 'improper' way of doing this."

"No, she's not like that." Emma insists. "You don't know her. She wouldn't give us away."

"But you won't encourage us?"

"No." Emma sees he's smiling to himself. "Why are you smiling? I thought you'd be angry."

"Because that's the first time you've ever spoken about "us"." Emma blushes, surprised by what she said. "If you didn't care, you would've told them months ago."

"Oh, I see. Because I don't want you to lose your job, it must mean I'm madly in love with you." Emma snaps.

"Well, doesn't it?"

"It means I'm not heartless!" She counters before sighing. "You say I'm a free spirit, and I hope I am. But you're asking me to give up my whole world and you know I know nothing else besides Downton!"

"And that's too high a price to pay?" He asks as if it hadn't occurred to him.

"It is a high price," Emma argues. "These people here are the closest thing I have to family and you're telling me to move away from them."

"I'm not asking you to give them up forever." Mr Branson responds. "And we'll see them again and I will welcome them with open arms."

"And what about your people? Would they accept me? Don't you think I sound a bit English?" Emma argues. "And what about my work?"

"What work? Bringing hot drinks to a lot of randy officers?" He exclaims. Well, that's rude. "Look, it comes down to whether or not you love me. That's all. That's it. The rest is detail."

She knows now that it isn't that she doesn't have any feelings for him that is holding her back.

——

The next day Sybil and Emma have the morning shift before returning to the house that evening for the concert.

"So good news your sister didn't tell on you to your grandmother," Emma tells her as they walk through the Village towards the Hospital.

"And the bad news?" Sybil wisely asks cautiously.

"I... might have told her about you and Lieutenant Prior," Emma says hurriedly after a pause of hesitation.

"What?!" Sybil exclaims before pausing. "Wait she didn't know? What made you tell her?"

"She thought it was you and Mr Branson," Emma says, her mind flickers back to what he said last night. Should she really take the leap?

"Me and Branson?!" Sybil shouts in shock before she can stop herself which causes a few looks.

"Yeah," Emma continues after Sybil has recovered from the embarrassment, "I told her it was me he had been talking to but it was already too late as I kind of implied that you had been talking to someone. Though no letters!"

Sybil sighs. "It's not your fault Mary put you in that position."

"She won't tell as long as you – and I quote – don't do anything stupid," Emma adds.

Sybil frowns.

——

The concert arrives the next day in the Library. Many of the soldiers sit up front while the family sit at the back with many of the servants standing behind them. The nurses are littered about.

Lady Edith plays the piano as an accent to Major Bryant's magic act. Emma tends to some of the officers by tucking in his blanket. She moves to stand at the back with the servants and stands with Sybil and Mr Branson.

The audience applauds as Bryant finished his magic act. Lady Edith turns around and nods to Lady Mary, who walks to the front.

"Most of you won't know how rare it is to see my sister Edith and I pulling together in a double act." She says as she walks down the aisle and stands next to the piano at the front. "But in wartime, we – like all of you – have more important things to worry about. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, the Crawley sisters." She then begins singing, "Sometimes when I feel bad and things look blue I wish a pal I had, say one like you. Someone within my heart to build a throne. Someone who'd never part to call my own."

Lady Mary puts her arms out in an encouraging gesture and everyone joins in. "If you were the only girl in the world and I were the only boy." Emma sees Mr Branson watching her as she sings. Then Captain Crawley and William enter and pass in front of her and she stops singing and sighs with relief.

"Nothing else would matter in the world today We could go on loving in the same old way." Lady Mary stops singing when she sees Captain Crawley.

"A garden..." The chorus fades out as they turn to see who she is looking at. Lord and Lady Grantham stand up in delight and His Lordship goes to shake Captain Crawley's hand.

"My dear boy. My very dear boy." The man looks as if he might cry.

"Come on, don't stop for me." Captain Crawley says. Oh god, he's going to sing. "I would say such wonderful things to you." He walks up the aisle to stand with Lady Mary.

They both start singing together. "There would be such wonderful things to do."

The rest of them, including Emma, join in. "If you were the only girl in the world and I were the only boy."

The audience applauds. William catches Daisy's eye. Smiles all around. Lady Mary is barely able to maintain her composure in her shock and joy. Despite her apparent engagement to Sir Richard, it is clear to see, for Emma anyway, that Lady Mary still loves Captain Crawley.

——

A/N: Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

[bloodybreakupscene]

Can we get some Robin Arellano or/and Bruce Yamada fluff? It can be anything your heart desires, I just think your work is adorable and we always need more great writing <33

-> 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋!!

bruce yamada + robin arellano x reader

-> bruce and robin are trying to make advances towards you. . .at the same time.

-> (this isn't angst it's comedy i promise 😣😣)

-> OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! it's probably stupid but comments and inbox asks like these always make me so happy, i'm so glad that you like my writing!! ur so so so sweet and i really appreciate it <33 hearts for u 🫶🫶 also i haven't reread this yet so sorry if it's inaccurate or ooc 😞😞

"thanks, come again!" the florist said, waving at bruce as he walked out the door.

he held onto the bouquet of red chrysanthemums and walked towards his bike. he kicked up the kickstand and hopped onto the bike. he pedaled and pedaled until he was at the front of the school. it was february fourteenth and the school was decked out in different shades of pink and red. his plan was to give you these flowers and then watch as you fall for him as he did for you. he parked his bike in the bike rack and went to wait for you.

bruce heard the whispers of people talking about him, like; who were those for? i wonder who those are for, and i think there for ___, someone he didn't even know. he held a bright smile as he saw you finally walk into school, you were fidgeting with the straps on your backpack when you saw bruce approach you with some red flowers.

his face flushed red and he started to second guess himself, maybe he wasn't ready for this yet, "here, uh, i got you these, for valentine's day!"

"wait, really? this is so pretty, thank you so much!" you thanked, giving him a hug as the people walking passed you guys 'awed' and gossiped about you two.

bruce walked you to your class and you both talked about school, baseball, anything and everything you thought was interesting enough to make a conversation about.

"alright, well, bye bruce! i'll see you later." you waved and went to sit down in your seat.

you put the flowers in your bag and took out your notebook and algebra textbook. not having anyone sit next to you began to get to you because you started doodling on the bottom right corner of the off white paper. five minutes went by and the bell finally rung, interrupting your autopilot like state.

"hey, (y/n)." robin tapped on your shoulder, his hand lingering on your shoulder for a short second after.

"hi! what's up?" you smiled, robin reciprocating the gesture.

"mm', nothing. got in a fight the other day, but uh, nothing really interesting." he said, subtly trying to impress you by showing you his bloodied bandaged hands.

"aw, looks like it hurts. are you—." you were interrupted by the teacher finally starting the lesson, the screech of the chalk on the blackboard making you cringe slightly. while you searched through your backpack for a pencil, robin noticed the dark red flowers wedged between your textbooks and notebooks.

"who're the flowers from?" he asked, trying to sound as nonthreatening and not jealous as possible.

"huh? oh, they're from bruce, i don't know if you've heard about him." you responded, not looking at him and instead at the board and then your paper.

"yeah i have, he's alright." he shrugged, focusing on the window that showed the outside.

the period passed and all robin could really think about was you, and bruce i guess but he wasn't the main focus. he gave you flowers? just because it was valentine's day or whatever? robin could give you flowers everyday, but he's not lame, so he'll do something better for you. the bell rung which signaled the time for second period to start.

"bye robin!" you called, giving him a quick hug and walking towards your next period.

—

you and bruce decided to eat lunch together in the field outside of the school buildings. as you were eating your food, bruce asked you a question.

"um, i have a game this weekend, do you wanna come watch?"

"aw, i'm really sorry bruce but i'm busy that day." you responded, not trying to be specific about as to not be rude.

"oh, that's fine, don't be sorry. what are you doing?"

"i'm going to the movies with my friend robin, i'll definitely be able to go to your next game though!" you said, trying to cheer him up, noticing his shift in tone.

"haha, good then." he laughed. bruce heard of robin, he was sort of a delinquent, someone who fought and caused trouble if provoked. he couldn't possibly like you, not as much as he did at least. as you both sat in content silence, bruce thought of how violent robin was. i mean, he heard about the fight between him and that one dude a while ago. did you like him? did you like bad boys?

before dropping you off at your next class he wrapped his arms around you and held you for a few moments, you hugged him back and watched as he walked to his next class, probably a few minutes late due to the fact that your classes were on the opposite sides of the school, but it was worth it for you. see, he can be a bad boy if that's what your into, he thought.

bruce zoned out while in class as he finished his work early and didn't have anything else to do. jotting down random doodles in the corner of his worksheet. he sighed and looked around the room, focusing on random miniscule details throughout the classroom, the 'READ' poster falling off the wall, hanging on by one pin. the bookshelf filled with extra textbooks. he noticed the opening of the door and like the rest of the kids in the class he turned to look at who walked in.

robin walked into the classroom ten minutes later than the second bell, signaling the start of class. he walked in and ignored the short stares at him, except for bruce. he glared and the other and then sat down at his seat, opting to stare at the window instead of completing his work.

bruce rolled his eyes; who does this kid think he is, he thought.

—

robin knocked on your door with a rose in his left hand. he shifted from left to right awkwardly as he waited for you to open the door. to kill time, he thought of movies he think you’d like; halloween? nah, the plot sounds kinda lame, texas chainsaw massacre? that sounds more badass.

"robin? are you okay?" you asked, wondering why he was staring at the ground for so long. you walked out a few minutes after he knocked and were confused as to why he was looking at the floor.

"huh—? OH, (y/n), you ready?"

"yeah, let's go," you grabbed his hand, starting to walk to the movie theater together. he felt more confident in himself now, you both approached the ticket booth in front and ordered tickets to the new horror movie coming out, texas chainsaw massacre. the title put you off a bit but robin seemed excited to see it so you tried to shake your nerves away.

an hour and twenty-three minutes passed and you both exited the theater, your house wasn't far from here and so you both stopped by various shops on your way back. it was mostly you shopping as robin didn't feel like getting anything but wanted to stay for you. as you were walking past a small ballpark you noticed a game was going on. squinting to get a better focus on who was at home base.

"it's bruce! maybe we can find some seats?"

"i don't know (y/n), aren't we late or something?"

"yeah a little, but your friend finney's there too."

"ugh, fine we can go." he rolled his eyes and you both walked to the fence where you could look into the game clearly, much clearer than the bleachers in your opinion. robin crossed his arms as he watched bruce play, praying that he trips or falls and makes an idiot out of himself.

as bruce missed the second ball he looked around, and saw you. oh god, i'm gonna fail; he thought. gaining his courage yet again, he was able to hit the ball, and got a home run. it was worth it when he was able to focus on your cheer amongst the crowd. his chest filled with pride as he walked over to you and, oh, robin.

"hey!! you did amazing out there! i do feel bad for missing most of your game though." you complimented, not paying attention to the weird look robin was giving bruce.

"thank you! it's honestly not a big deal. i'm glad you showed up anyway." he smiled, admiring your facial features, ignoring robin completely.

"yeah you did fine, let's go." robin said, wanting to leave this stuffy baseball field already. he held onto your arm and gripped your bicep gently.

"oh are you guys on a date or. . . ?" bruce questioned, a hint of jealousy in his tone.

"oh no, we're just hanging out, but we should get going soon, i'll see you tomorrow." you gave him a hug, holding him dearly.

"yeah, i'll see you tomorrow." he waved as you walked away, red blush all over his face. he tried to ignore the 'ooo's from his teammates but failed as he got even more red and giggly at the memory of you hugging him. the moment was so perfect he almost forgot robin was there, which made it even better. robin got to witness you hugging him. bruce biked home that day and passed a record store, maybe he could take you there tomorrow.

[mytheoristavenue]

Hi hi hi how have you been so uh when ya have a chance could ya do a eddie x reader x gareth hurt/comfort like jason beats the shit out of those two and y/n patches them up or smut whatever you want tbh I just want a eddie x reader x gareth

Of course, sorry for the wait! Also, I hope it's okay that this isn't exactly as dirty as some of my other stuff. Papa Tumblr is mad at me for posting smut.😒

ST Eddie Munson x Reader x Gareth Emerson - Stupid Boys

Summary: You help patch the boys up after they defended your honor against Carver the Scoundrel.

Warnings: violence, fighting, injury, lime, make out, petting, groping, threesome, non-detailed sexual actions

"I said stop it!" you protested angrily, shoving Jason against a locker, much to his shock. "He's just a kid, and he didn't mean to do it, don't be such a dick!" You spat, pulling Dustin up by his back pack and dusting him off. "You okay?" you quickly asked, only to be stopped short by a harsh grip on your hair.

"I'm sorry," the bully mocked, his fist clenched painfully against your scalp. "Are you actually talking to me? Because I think you're using the wrong fucking tone for that."

You winced against and seethed out a rebuttal through touching teeth. "Yes I am, you douche." Before you could say more, your heart shattered as your gaze connected with the freshman's as he turned and dart down the hall, leaving you there to get yourself out of a mess that he started. Jason laughed darkly in your ear watching the boy turn tail, his grip now twisting. You whimpered, feeling strands of hair tear form your skin.

"Oh no, did your toothless little brat abandon you? Too bad." he jeered, turning around, and taking you with him, forcing you to stare at his belongings that scattered the floor, a result of Dustin running to fast in the hall and knockings the tormenter over in the process. "Luckily for you, I'm in a good mood today, so I'm gonna let you bend that little ass over and pick all my shit up. Then I'll let you go, got it?"

"Go to hell," you retorted, still straining against his grasp, and spat fat drops on his exposed school papers.

He faked a chuckle, finally tearing is fist away from you as harshly as he could, collecting a fist full of (H/C) locks. As you doubled over and cried out form the sudden pain, he grabbed your hair again to let you know that your actions had been irredeemable. "See, now, that wasn't -"

Suddenly, you were toppled to the ground, Jason's weight and then some pinning you to the linoleum tiles of the school hallway. When the initial shock from hitting the floor wore off, you began to hear voices all around you, and feel vibrations of steady movement against you. Looking up from underneath your attacker, you locked eyes with Dustin, worriedly reaching out to you. He came back.

You gave him your hand, and he struggled to pull you out from under, unbeknownst to you, was the weight of two nearly grown men. "Outta my way," you heard, as a pale figure took the boy's place in yanking you to safety. Before you could register, you were secure in the freckled arms of a friend, aching head resting against musky plaid. Inhaling you noticed notes of faint cigarette smoke and Downy fabric softener. Identifying the person from that simple aroma alone, you glanced up, finding yourself enveloped in the protective care that was Gareth's limbs.

However, he wasn't looking back at you, but sternly away, at the scene unfolding before him. You met his distraction and your eyes bugged. There was your good friend, Eddie 'The Freak' Munson, gone to blows with Jason Carver. Eddie was currently on top of your bully, pounding at his face with both fists. You cringed at the thought of the damage that his rings might have been doing, probably more than what was deserved if you were being honest.

"Say you're fucking sorry, you piece of shit!" He shouted in the jock's face, his voice cracking with sheer adrenaline. The assault came to a halt to give the accused the chance for repentance, only for the time to be used unwisely. You hadn't noticed at the time, but Jeff stood behind Gareth as he crouched with you in his arms.

"I'm not apologizing to that little whore."

Suddenly, you were thrown to the floor again as as blur of red plaid and chestnut curls charged into battle. It seemed that the fight was as good as won, a victory going down in the Hellfire's books with both members wailing on the lone blonde. That is until the rest of the basket ball team arrived.

You looked on in guilty horror as your champions were overtaken by jocks much more athletics than themselves. Nobody else from your side dared to intervene, though you wanted so badly for it to stop. You matched stare with Lucas, the team's newest member, looking shameful, but not enough to stand with his club. Eventually, someone had had the insight to go get the attention of a teacher, most likely Dustin once again.

Once the fight was broken up, everyone took their turn with the principal, receiving unequal punishments according to their social status. It wasn't fair but, Jason and his boys couldn't possibly serve the temporary suspension that you and your friends were to. They had a game on Friday.

-----

You sighed, filling bags of ice, wrapping them in rags and handing one to each boy as they both sat on your couch. You yourself held one to the back of your head, plopping down between then. "You didn't have to do that, you know." you mutter, looking down at Eddie's bruised knuckles as they rested against your thigh.

"Like hell we didn't." Said man piped up. "You really think we would just let him hurt you like that?" He looked at you accusingly, while Gareth simply looked away, pretending that the dated china in your mother's old hutch was particularly interesting today. Eddie gripped your knee, looking deeply into your eyes, one hand still hold the ice pack to his temple. "No way some prick like that is gonna lay a finger you our girl." You blushed at that. Though you knew he hadn't intended it the way you wished, it still felt nice.

At this time, you glanced at Gareth, still studying the painted trim of your mother's plates, resting your hand on his thigh. "Are you feeling okay?" you asked softly, Eddie repeating you with slightly different terms. The junior nodded slowly, not wanting to further upset his headache, resting his chin on his hand, still askance. "What's wrong?" you pressed, brows knit. "Does it still hurt? I can get some medicine, or some more bandages if I-"

"I just can't get what he called you out of my mind." he replied bluntly, gaze neglecting you. Your shoulders slumped, and you playfully rolled your eyes, nudging him.

"It's okay, man. I've been called much worse than a whore." you comforted, listing things you been referred to as that you see as more offensive.

"That isn't the point." he rebuffed. "You're not any of those things. And him calling you a whore for helping your friend makes no sense, he just said it to hurt your feelings and it's not right. Even while Eddie was beating the shit out of him he was still trying to get under your skin." he rambled, his chest rising and falling more rapidly now.

"It's okay, dude." Eddie soothed. "We got him, that's all that matters."

"And we got our asses kicked." Gareth added, letting his head fall back onto the wall of the sofa.

"We protected the honor of Lady (Y/N), and our party grows healthier with her grace." the senior joked, voice deep and announcing, arms waving in the air with grandeur. You giggled at his reference to your character's name in the current Hellfire campaign. "And it was an honor to fight alongside Gareth the Great."

The aforementioned teen laughed, successfully cheered up, and you and Eddie joined in. As your fits of giggles died down, you noticed a small trail of dried blood seeping from your older friend's head, concerning you. "Oh no, Eddie," you gasped, holding his jaw in one hand and pulling and his skin with the others, examining the trail, trying to triangulate the wound. "I guess I missed one, your head's bleeding."

"Oh no, not the alcohol again!" he whined as you got up and ran to the bathroom. While you were gone, he grumbled little complaints with his friend agreed with until you came back with a cotton ball and a bandaid.

You planted yourself in from of him, legs between his and hoisted his chin up to look at you, before tilting it to access the wound. As you zeroed in with your cotton ball, Eddie couldn't help but blush a bit at your closeness, finding the way your tongue poked out when you were focus too cute to be good. That fondness changed when he felt the sting of the alcohol you'd soaked the ball with hitting the side of his head.

"Ah, fuck, god damnit!" he cried, dramatically falling over, hiding himself from you under a throw pillow. You rolled your eyes at him, before trashing it. What a baby. Pivoting, you headed back to the bathroom to get some more ibuprofen to shut him up. His gaze tracking you, Gareth decided to follow you, excusing himself on the grounds that he needed to pee.

-----

Eddie shook his leg impatiently, wondering what the hell was taking you both so long. Surely you can't both be in the bathroom at the same time, especially for such an outrageous amount of time. He stood up with an annoyed sigh, rounding the corner to check on you. "Damn, (Y/N), did you decide he needed you to hold his dick to piss-" he joked, freezing as he stood at the end of the hallway. There was his darling you, pressed against the wall, lips occupied by that of his best friend. Gareth's fingers were tangled in your hair, and vice versa, grabbing at whatever you could of one another. "Dude..."

Silently, Eddie backed away in disbelief, unsure of what to say or how to feel. Gareth was all too aware of his feelings for you, and they had both sworn off pursuing you, it was bro-code. Meanwhile, your eyes shot open, hearing an otherwise unnoticed creak of the floorboards. Suddenly, you broke away from the junior, eyes still hazy from the last few minutes. "Eddie, wait!" you called as he walked away with a thousand yard stare.

It was at this point that Gareth realized his mistake, how could he forget the code? He hadn't intended to kiss you, it just sort of happened! He bumped into you in the hallway and one thing just lead to another, it wasn't on purpose! "Dude, c'mon, I'm sorry." he apologized, following you both into the living room.

"No, fuck you, man!" Eddie snapped back pointing an accusing finger. "We made a pact!"

"I know, I know!" Gareth argued back, guilt tugging at his insides. "I didn't mean for it to happen!"

"Oh, what, so you just tripped and accidentally pinned her to the fucking wall?! And let me guess, you accidentally shoved your fucking tongue down her throat too, right?!"

"No, it's not like that, Ed! And even if it was, so what? You get all the girls you like, why can't I have one fucking person just because you like her too! News flash, jackass, obviously she liked having my tongue down her throat-"

"Enough, both of you!" you screamed, seething with their obvious objectification of you. "I am not a fucking award to be won, and if that's all you two see me as, then I never want to see either of you again!" You stood between them, fists clenched and hot tears bubbling up in your eyes.

"Princess, it's not like that," Eddie soothed, pushing his friend out of the way to comfort you.

"Don't 'Princess' me, Ed, I'm not an object!" you protested.

"We know your not, Sweets," Gareth came behind you to lovingly place his hands on your shoulders. "I'm sorry, it was a douchey thing to talk about you that way."

"Stop it with the stupid pet names!" you snapped, trying to wriggle out of the cage they'd locked you in. "I'm still mad at you and you can't just charm me out of it!" you held strong, recalling all the times the boys would flirt with you to get you to give them something they wanted. Whether it was writing a term paper for Eddie, or giving Gareth all your mash potatoes at lunch, you had always been putty in their hands.

"Maybe we've been looking at this the wrong way," The elder said, more looking pasted you then at you. "Maybe we don't have to fight over her."

"Maybe we can share," the younger agreed, chuckling a bit and trailing his fingertips up and down your arms. "I think I man live with that."

"Me too."

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You currently sat back on the couch, much the same as you had before, but this time, your body lay in Gareth's arms, lips crashing against his like waves on the shore, and Eddie laid between your legs, eating his fill. Soft moans and whimpers filled your living room, and your thanked your lucky stars your parents were out of town.

Your lips felt raw as the former broke away from them, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, nipping at you and whispering sweet nothings in your delicate ears. "Touch starve little one? That what you are? Does my Sweets like getting her little cunt eaten up?" You nodded shyly, burying your face against him, legs trembling under Eddie's ministrations.

Finally, after what felt like hours of sucking and licking in all of the most perfect spots, you felt your face begin to fuzz, and the knot in your bell snapped taught. Eddie reveled in the feeling of you shaking against his face, lewd ooze coating his jaw. "That's a good Princess, cum for me, baby." he praised against you.

After a moment you fell still with exhaustion, ignoring the feeling of the bodies around you shifting. You were awakened with the sensation of light patting on your face, and Gareth's smooth voice cooing:

"Don't fall asleep just yet, we've been wanting you for years and we're gonna make this last."

[gilmore-angel]

You? Me? Date? Yes? Yes //Harry Potter x reader.

Summary: harry asks the reader out, well kinda.

Warnings: cussing, really short, that's it i think.

A/n: heres a little fic for my bby harry. Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated! Enjoy! <3

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"You bloody coward, just ask the girl out!"

"Its not that simple ron!"

They had been fighting for hours. What about? Well, you.

Harry was smitten for you, and everyone knew it, well except you. You heard the rumors, of course, but you never believed them. I mean, how could the chosen one, the boy who lived, the Harry Potter himself like you?!

"It is that simple! Just go up to her and fuckin' ask!"

"I dunno, Ron" Hermoine started, "Remember 4th year with cho?"

"Oh god, I'll never forget.." Harry said under his breath.

"Who's god-" Ron started but Hermoine cut him off.

"Doesn't matter, point is you could use some practice."

"Yeah, I guess..."

"That's it! I'm done! Your a lost cause!"

They had been practicing for a hour and Harry was showing no improvement.

"Please Hermoine, one more try?" Harry pleaded.

"Fine, but after this I cant!" Hermoine said with a huff.

"Okay okay okay, I got this." He whispered to himself.

"Okay, I'm Y/n, I'm sitting in the library studying. Ask me out."

Harry awkwardly walked over to Hermoine you.

"H-hey Y/n, y-you look nice."

"Thank you Harry, you dont look to bad yourself." Hermoine cringed at her words. Pretend flirting with Harry was hard since the two are basically siblings.

"Soooooo, uh, I really like you and I wanted to know if you wanna go out, w-with me." For the first time this entire hour, he had barely stuttered. Ron slowly started clapping.

"You did it mate, you did it. I think your ready for the real thing, right Hermoine." The main reason Ron said that was because it was killing him watching Harry flirt with the girl hes fancied since second year.

"Hmm, I suppose. Just remember, dont be forceful with it, that'll scare her." Hermoine warned. You and her weren't that close but she knew that you were a sweet girl and she would hate for you to get hurt.

"Alright, let's do this I guess."

They found you sitting in the library with your face in a book, like always.

"Well, go on, ask her out!" Hermoine pushed harry slightly in your direction. He slowly walked over to you, somehow forgetting what hermoine told him to say to you.

"H-hello y/n." He awkwardly waved.

"Hello Harry how are yo-"

"You? Me? Date? Yes? Yes." He quickly said before speed walking out of the library.

"I- what? Harry!" You yelled confused. Did Harry Potter ask, well more like tell, you out?

"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron asked running up to harry.

"I dont know! I panicked! Fuck, I messed it up didn't i?"

"Wait calm down," Hermoine said softly, "itll be okay, just go up to her and sa-"

"Go up to her?" Harry interrupted, "theres no way I'll be able to even look at her now! That's so embarrassing!"

"Well what else are you gonna do, huh? Just avoid her for the rest of your life?" Asked Ron.

"I mean, yeah that's kinda the plan honestly."

"Harry!" You yelled, running towards the group.

Harry panicked, pulling Hermoine in front of him and hiding behind her.

"Um Harry, I uh, I can still see you." You giggled.

"Ugh, stop hiding behind me and talk to her!" Hermoine snapped, pulling away from Harry's grip.

"C'mon Ron, let's give them some space." Hermoine said, grabbing Ron's hand, failing to notice the blush that bled across his face at the contact.

Once Ron and Hermoine were out of sight you spoke up.

"So um..." you said awkwardly.

"I'msosorryforthatitwassoembarrassingIcompletelyunderstandifyouhateme-" Harry rushed out, far to fast for you to understand.

"I- I'm sorry what was that?"

He sighed heavily, "I'm sorry that I did that, I just- I really like you, like a lot. I get so nervous when I talk to you, your just so amazing and- well yeah.." Harry fiddled with his fingers, eyes not leaving floor.

"Harry, I never knew you felt that way." You honestly said.

"Listen, we can pretend this didn't happen, just move on. A-and if it makes you uncomfortable being friends knowing I like you then-then we dont-"

"Harry, I never said no." You lifted his chin to make him look at you.

"Wait, you want to go on a date with me?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, you didn't really give me the chance to say no." You teased.

"T-this, wow, this is great!" A big smile blossomed on his pale face.

You giggled at his excitement, only barley being able to hold your own, "gods your adorable."

"Awwwww." You heard what sounded like Ron say.

"Shut up!" Hermoine whispered yelled.

You peaked behind the wall you heard their voices. You saw both of them hiding.

"Where you watching us?!" Harry said.

"What!? Of course not!" Hermoine lied.

"We both know you were." You said holding back a laugh.

"Whatever, you caught us. At least you said yes, would've been bloody awkward if not." Ron laughed.

[prrism]

A Visit From…… Festival Aftermath

Relationships: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

The trek over wasn’t too bad, you’d been at Pogtopia enough times before to know where you were going, but while you get your bearings a figure runs past before pausing to reveal a panicked looking Niki.

“Whoa! Niki, are you okay?” The question sounded so basic and by the look on her face you knew the answer was already a no, but it was the first thing you could think of saying.

“I’ve been… I’ve been better.” She puffs out, taking a second to catch her breath. The two of you converse over everything that happened at the festival trying to get a better grip of the situation. Niki explained how she had tried to step in after seeing Tubbo get shot but Schlatt had near ordered for her own execution, only for Wilbur to step in and distract everyone for her to make her getaway. “He told me to go to Pogtopia but I don’t really know where that is.” She concludes.

“That’s… wow, I… I have no words for that.” You stutter a bit still letting the information sink in. “But luckily for you, I do know where Pogtopia is, I was just headed there myself. Why don’t we walk together.” She gives you a nod and the both of you continue on your way. When you reach your destination you glide your hand along the dirt wall until you feel a patch that’s slightly off, instantly pulling out a shovel from your inventory to break away the blocks and letting Niki step in first. Once you’re both inside you reseal the entrance and make your way down, following the sounds of arguing… oh boy.

“You can literally fly!” Tommy’s enraged voice is the first one to come through coherently as you make your way down.

“It wasn’t raining, I can only ‘fly’ in rain Tommy.” Techno reasons. You and Niki finally join them proper, Wilbur and Tubbo being the first to notice your presence seeing as the other two were a little distracted.

“(Y/n) you decided to join us, and I see you helped Niki find her way here. Thank you for that, I had completely forgotten to give her directions.” He greets gleefully, as if there wasn’t an argument going on in the background.

“Yeah, so uhhh, what’s all this about?”

“Oh! Well Tommy’s absolutely livid at Techno for what happened, and I think they’re gonna fight, just look at how angry Tommy is!” The joyful tone in his voice felt a little unnerving to you, this is not the Wilbur you knew anymore and if you were honest it hadn’t been for a while. Ever since he lost that election it had been a downward spiral, you should’ve seen it coming and you did but didn’t want to believe it. All you could hope for now was there still being a chance to appeal to his better nature.

“We’ll what about (y/n), what’s their thoughts?” You’re brought back into conversation at the mention of your name.

“Sorry what?” You look around seeing all eyes on you.

“Techno murdered Tubbo in cold blood and all you did was watch!” Tommy fumes.

“Whoa, whoa! Okay slow down,” you raise your arms in a defensive manner. “Listen I tried to say something, intervene, but they threatened to kill me too if I tried. I wouldn’t have stood a chance.” You pause for a second.

“So you’re just fine with Tubbo getting murdered?!”

“Murder… is such a strong word…” Again you pause to think your next words through. “If I continued to try I would’ve been overpowered and executed too, okay. To put it into perspective, sometimes you have to sacrifice the life of one man to save a thousand others.” You conclude as calmly as possible hoping Tommy would understand.

“You see Tommy, even (y/n) gets it. They even have a good analogy too.” Techno says, this doesn’t help calm the teen down, if anything he seems even more riled up then before.

“I’m going to make a combat pit, you guys keep talking.” Wilbur then walks a short distance away and starts digging out a smallish pit. To distract yourself from all this infighting you walk over to Tubbo, unintentionally cringing at the sight of the bandages that covered half his body.

“You feeling okay?” You ask concerned, taking a seat next to him.

“Uhhh yeah yeah, I’m fine.” He brushes off casually, but you saw the wince he tried to hide. You reach into your inventory and pull out a potion of regeneration.

“Here.” You offer the potion to him, he stares at it for a long moment. “I made this one special, it’s a little stronger then regular regen potions, sure it can’t heal all the scaring you got, but it should help patch up some of it and should help ease any burning pain you still feel.” You explain, giving him a kind smile. Tubbo smiles back and takes the potion using it right away, letting out a soft sigh of relief as the effects start to kick in.

“Thank you.” You give him a gentle pat on his uninjured shoulder, the both of you getting up just as Wilbur finishes digging out the combat pit.

“Tubbo before we begin the fight just rile them up.” Wilbur urges. You move to stand off to the side with Niki while this all plays out, only vaguely paying attention to them while you ruminate over everything that’s happened and lead up to this point. How did it come to this? It’s a rhetorical question you’ve asked yourself constantly since even the first war of L’Manberg, sure you were filled in on all the know how by everyone on the server but that didn’t mean you knew every little detail. You shake your head with a sigh, all this thinking and overthinking is going to give you a headache.

You find yourself staring down into the pit watching Tommy and Techno duke it out, though it wasn’t surprising in the slightest when Techno came out as the victor. Moving without thinking you carefully climb into the pit and pull out a healing potion for him, he easily accepts it and you turn to the unconscious teen, throwing a splash potion on him and stepping back as he springs awake.

“The conflict has been resolved.” Techno says casually, sounding as if they’d just talked it out rather then fought. He gives you a hand in climbing back out of the pit and you turn to offer the same help to Tommy, only to get your hand swatted away. You sigh and let him climb out on his own.

“We’ll I’m satisfied with today!” Wilbur comes over and places an arm over your shoulder. You give him a side glance and he just gives an almost giddy smile, dragging you along with him. “Hey, jus-bombs are still there, as far as I can tell. I just gotta make a new button thing. Uh, Techno when I set it up next time, you ready to…” He trails off, not that he needed to finish his sentence.

“Oh Wilbur, I’ve got some ideas for destroying Manberg.”

“You two are very dead set on this, aren’t you.” You pipe in.

“Well aren’t you? I mean Schlatt wanted you dead of all people! And they would’ve done it, they would’ve killed you if he ordered it, you said yourself that’s why you didn’t step in.” As much as you hated to admit it, Wilbur was kinda right.

“People will do the dumbest things just to follow someone with authority.” You mumble.

“There you see! All the more reason to destroy it.”

“I don’t think-you know what never mind, not worth it.”

“Good, with that sorted out you can get started making some fire power for us!” Wilbur beams.

“I’m sorry, what?” You remove his arm that was still resting on your shoulder to fully turn and look at him.

“Your potions dummy. You literally pride yourself on making the best and most unique potions the server’s ever seen! We’re going to need that if we want to take down Manberg, I’ve even been working on a list of what we need and a few suggestions for some new specialty potions you could figure out making.” As if prepared for this Wilbur hands you a paper covered in scrawls of different names for potions. You look over the contents with wide eyes.

“Wilbur do you have any idea what you’re asking of me?! Making potions I already know is fine but to create something new from scratch, let alone several at a time, takes months! Sometimes years to complete!” You exclaim, already feeling slightly overwhelmed.

“It’s going to take months for us to prepare for war anyways, might as well use that time for something, right?” Wilbur brushes off as if it’s not a big deal. “Besides you’ve got all of us to give you a hand if need be, so that should help.” He sounded so convinced in this. After looking over everything again you let out a very long sigh.

“Fine, I’ll do what I can. Just don’t expect a miracle.” You cave, much to Wilbur’s delight. You start making your way back up, plotting what you’ll need for everything while Techno and Wilbur converse some more. Before you actually leave you hear more arguing from Tommy pausing by the exit to listen in.

“Tommy the thing is you’re using words… but the thing about this world, Tommy, is that the only universal language is violence. And we had that conversation, we’ve spoken that language in the pit. It’s over Tommy.” That hit you harder then you wanted it to and explained Techno’s attitude right after the pit fight. Things started out so peaceful but that was only the surface level of it all, there was fighting, always conflict somewhere. Even before you’d met everyone the villages you’d deal trades with had disputes with each other, fighting over things even if they were considered peaceful. Not to mention the constant struggle to keep away any hostile mobs. You exit Pogtopia with his words bouncing around in your head…

“Onto a new day, a new plot to destroy Manberg…”

[eijishimas]

midnight snack.

18+ nsfw content, minors dni. all characters are aged up.

masterlist.

content warnings: oral sex (f!receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (use protection irl pls!), quirk use (electro stimulation), a hint of overstim, & a sprinkle of degradation. f!reader.

notes: all i could think about while writing this was “and they were roommates! ohmygod they were roommates.” also thank u bria ( @rekiri ) & sun ( @kiridarling ) for keeping me sane while writing this, ily both <3

wc: 3.0k

You rarely got hungry in the middle of the night. You usually went to bed full of food cooked by yourself or ordered takeout by your roommate, Denki. Tonight was different, however. You had been working on a project, one that was taking up far too much of your time due to your incompetent group members causing you to pick up the slack. You had been stressed beyond belief lately because of them. Maybe a small stretch would help clear your mind, you reasoned to yourself internally. While you were at it, a midnight snack wouldn’t be too bad. It would help ease your nerves, even. You stood from your desk, stretching your arms above your head and cracking the joints of your shoulders. Now exiting your room, you threw a glance across the hallway to see the light under your roommate’s door was still on. Of course he was staying up again, when did he not? Probably off playing video games with the guys again.

You yawned, bare feet pattering against the hardwood of your apartment floor on your way to the kitchen. You shivered, wearing only a cropped sweater you had thrifted and a pair of your comfiest shorts. So what if they were a little short on you, they did the job of keeping you comfy while you slept. No one besides Denki saw you in them, mostly because you wore them to bed. Opening the fridge door, you cringed at the harsh lighting hitting you square in the face. You bent over, eyes scanning the bottom shelf for something to pique your interest. Since you figured Denki was in his room, you didn’t bother to bend your knees while you were searching for your snack.

“Uh- I uh, whatcha lookin’ for?” Denki’s voice cracked slightly. What were the odds? Your head whipped up so fast from the fridge, you nearly knocked into the door of it. Your face began to overheat as you saw your roommate standing there in his pyjamas, fighting off his own blush as he looked at you. Had he seen how your shorts rode up your ass, giving the perfect view of the lace black panties you had been wearing that night? Maybe. The answer was most definitely a yes, but he wasn’t going to admit that to you. He really didn’t want to die by your hands.

“I was, well I was grabbing some water,” you fumbled for your words as Denki approached you, moving around the bar counter of your apartment to peer into the fridge himself from behind you. His hair was damp, sticking to his forehead indicating that he had just hopped out of the shower. No kidding, he had used your fruit passion shampoo along with lemon scented body wash again. You felt his hot breath on the back of your neck from how close he was to you, your tongue wetting your lips as you tried to ease your building nerves. You were never so nervous around him, he was your roommate and your best friend. The two of you had always been comfortable around each other.

You stood perfectly still, razor focused on the fruit cup on the top shelf to distract your mind that was buzzing with electricity. He smelled so good. He felt awfully warm. And he was incredibly close to you, so much so that you could hear his own inner monologue if you listened hard enough. You were so caught up in your thoughts that your mind barely registered that his hands were sitting comfortably on your waist. “Hey,” Denki spoke up, “Did you wear that for me?”

Processing his words, there was a tiny heat that began to burn low in your stomach. “I’m sorry?” you squeaked out.

“The black lacy ones. The ones that make me want to eat you out on the counter until you’re screaming. Did you wear those for me?” his voice was low, whispering deliciously into your ear. Sinful thoughts were clouding your mind, your previous intentions of getting a snack now lost to the idea of possibly choking on something else entirely tonight. “Denki—” His hands slipped beneath your shirt, stopping just below your breasts. You were starting to feel something hard poking at the cheek of your ass. Your breath hitched, thighs clenching together in an attempt to tame the growing heat between them. The two of you had been dancing around the notion of having feelings for each other for a long time.

You tried to look the other way every time he would stare at you for just a small bit longer than he should. He pretended to not notice the way you sat so very close to him, despite the entire couch being free. The way your fingertips brushed his thighs when you leaned over him to grab the remote. The way his touch lingered on your hip when he went to pass behind you while you cooked dinner together, his palms warm and jittery. Everything clicked together so perfectly for the two of you, it was beginning to become undeniable and almost comical at this point.

Tonight only made you more desperate for some type of release, since all of the previous tension between the two of you had crescendoed into Denki moulding his lips to your neck and sucking deep purple marks in a lovely pattern against your hot skin. Your legs felt weak, a strained moan escaping you. Between the cool air of the open fridge and his hands exploring your torso, it felt like heaven. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples eagerly, his name falling off your tongue as if second nature. You wanted him bad. And he wanted nothing more than to strip you of your clothes and have you right there in the kitchen.

Your legs quivered as he touched you, allowing yourself to lean back against him and succumb to his affection. “I’ve been waiting to do this for so long, baby,” the confidence radiating off the blond was dripping right into his tone. It made more of that liquid heat manifest in your lower half. You were quite certain that those lacy black panties Denki had been talking about now had a wet patch from all of his ministrations. His hands kept massaging at your breasts, small whimpers leaving your lips as you whispered out how you needed more from him. You panted, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to your skin. Your hips seemed to move on their own as you wiggled your ass right up against his prominent hard on. “Fuck,” he swore, fingers dipping into your shorts and past the waistline of your underwear to feel your slick. You were soaking from his touches, thighs shaking and fingers finding purchase in blond locks as his finger pad grazed your aching clit. “More,” you whined with need, “I wanna.. I wanna touch you, please.”

Denki’s mind felt like it was melting. Was this a dream? He never wanted to wake up if that was the case. He inserted a finger into your core, heart fluttering upon hearing you moan out for him again. Your walls hugged his single digit, his dick twitching at the sensation. You were feeling unbearably sensitive for some reason that night, the way his thumb drew circles around your clit paired with his finger reaching within you made your head light. “You’re so greedy, look at you fucking yourself on my fingers. Moaning like that for me. From how much you walk around like a little slut, you had this coming,” Denki nibbled at the lobe of your ear before adding a second digit, curling his fingers and further sending you into your pleasure. “Denki,” you called out again, head tossed against his shoulder, ass rubbing right against his dick in ways that made his head spin. “You’re so wet, do you hear that? Holy fuck, I can’t wait to taste you,” Denki’s words made the coil inside the pit of your stomach snap, your first orgasm of the night finally washing over you as you clenched around his fingers. It took all of Denki’s willpower not to cum in his boxers right then and there. Falling against him for support, your hips lazily rolled against his digits to ride out your high.

“Up on the counter babe, we’re not done yet. I’m still feeling a bit hungry,” he murmured into your ear. The two of you backed away from the fridge, leaving the door open to allow some light in the darkened kitchen. You turned to face him, seeing a bit of a loopy smile on his face despite his lust blown pupils. You wasted no time in connecting your lips, tongue sliding into his mouth with ease. Your body pressed his against the cool granite of the counter, his hands drifting lower down your back to meet the flesh of your ass. He tapped your ass a couple times, his fingers pinching at the fabric of your thin shorts. “You won’t be needing these,” he chuckled deeply against your lips. His drop in octave made you shiver. Your own hands mapped out his body, feeling across his abs that he prided himself on as a pro-hero while your other went right for his cock.

Your excited fingers pulled down his gray sweatpants along with his boxers, his cock springing free from its confines. There was a lovely amount of precum beading atop his reddening head, your thumb swirling the natural lube around his tip. The action elicited a groan from the blond, grabbing a bit harder at your ass. You were gentle, teasing even, your eyes glazed over in lust as your hand pumped his dick at a slow tempo. Denki’s hips began to fuck into your hand, his chest heaving as he took this time to shed himself of his t-shirt. He felt entranced by how your fingers looked so delicate fisting his cock, breath hitching in his throat as your wrist rolled with each stroke of his dick. “Do you know how— fuck — how long I’ve waited for this?” Denki’s words are gentle, his neck craning back down to nip at your exposed skin.

“Too long?”

“Way too long.”

You giggled and he groaned, a low rumble against your soft skin that makes you shiver yet again. You smirked with amusement as you felt him pulse in your hand, yet Denki pulled away from your touch just as you were about to tip him over the line to his own orgasm. “You, you first,” he told you, golden eyes trained on yours, “I like seeing you come undone for me.”

A whimper escaped you, his grin hungry with want for you and only you. “Let’s see how good you taste,” he pressed a final kiss to your lips as he eagerly dropped to his knees. With a shy look in your eyes, you allowed your legs to spread, giving Denki a full view of your pretty pussy. He was practically salivating, eyes taking in your wet sex with a strange fire lit behind them. He was eating good tonight. With your fingers threading in his hair and tugging lightly, he took it as his signal to go. You sucked in a gasp of surprise as something cool touched your already slick entrance. Oh, you had forgotten that Denki had a fucking tongue piercing.

Instinctively, your thighs started to close around Denki’s head. He held them open with ease, the metal ball of his piercing following the tip of his tongue as he happily traced your entrance. “Denki,” you huffed, growing frustrated at his languid pace. For a man who seemed rather eager, he was going very slowly. Denki hummed in response, lips now attached to your clit and you felt your body jolt at the feeling. Fuck. Maybe you should have bit your tongue instead. Channeling electricity through his quirk, you felt a shock emitted from the tiny piece of metal in his mouth to your aching clit. “Denki!” you moaned, eyelids fluttering as you struggled to keep your gaze on him. Your hands kept pulling at his semi-damp hair, rutting your hips as best as you could into his face as your heart beat rapidly in your chest. You felt ten times hotter than you did when you first entered the kitchen, your hands expelling your own sleep shirt to the floor as Denki moaned at the sight of your exposed tits. This gave him the opportunity to push his tongue into your pussy, your toes curling at the sensation of his tongue entering your heat. He had his fun, darting his tongue in and out of you as he kept moaning to keep up the tiny vibrations. Moving his bangs away from his eyes, you could only watch as he ate you out with his skilled muscle.

His tongue reached deeper inside of you, his hands holding your thighs apart firmly as they were threatening to clamp around his head with more force. You hadn’t anticipated that Denki would be this fucking good with his mouth. Your inner walls squeezed around him, your moans picking up in volume. Your nipples were peaked, your back arched and your head thrown back as all you could do was continuously grind your hips against his face. This only edged the blond further, his nose stimulating your swollen clit as his tongue delved as far as it could into your dripping cunt. You nearly screamed his name as you were finally tipped over the edge, your chest heaving as Denki suckled at your sensitive lower lips. He drank your essence happily, your body prickling with heat as he drew back to watch in awe at how your pussy fluttered invitingly around nothing. He was drunk on the feeling of you cumming on his mouth. You two were definitely doing that again.

As you steadily regulated your breathing, Denki slowly got up from his position on the floor. Wiping away a bit of your cum from the corner of his mouth, he threw you another grin. You swallowed dryly, “Need you.”

“What was that, baby?”

“Need you, Den. I need you in.. Please.” Your eyes were begging him to give you more. You had seen how much his cock had been leaking onto the kitchen floor, practically throbbing between his legs from not having given release. With a cheeky sort of smile, Denki gave you a kiss to your cheek before settling his lips to the shell of your ear. “Whatever you say, babe.”

In an instant, you were swept off the counter, your body being caged between the closed freezer door and Denki holding you up from beneath your thighs. His cock fell heavy against your stomach, twitching in its desperation for attention. The light emitting from the open door of the fridge illuminated the right half of the electric blond’s face, his expression lustful and giddy in the harsh LED lighting. It made your heart buzz with anticipation, your body tensing as he eased the head of his cock past your folds. Your hands scrambled for his shoulders, fingernails leaving red crescents along his creamy skin. Denki’s eyes were on you, his breathing irregular as you wasted no time in pulling out and thrusting back in with confidence. His lips swallowed your moans, the wet, lewd sounds of your fucking adding more tinder to the heat now coiling in the pit of your stomach for the third time tonight. “Please,” you begged, practically trembling from overstimulation as Denki rocked you into the cool aluminum of the freezer door.

“Please what, baby?” the playfulness in his tone didn’t match the serious manner in which he kept pistoning into you, chasing his own release as your slick from previous orgasms now coated his cock and ran down his thighs. Each time he went in, he angled himself right up to meet that special spot inside you to make you see tiny specks of white dot your vision. “I- I, ah! Denki!” Fingers now grasping at his hair again, you yanked harshly as you came around his pulsing cock for the third and final time, squeezing him snugly as you desperately attempted to catch your breath. There was a tingly sensation running through your legs starting from your thighs, numbing and electric as Denki kept up his quick pace to chase his own release, groaning dirty praises into your ear that made you keen. Your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to go deeper and finish inside of you. His hips met yours for one last time, stuttering as he pumped his sticky cum into your abused hole. You two stayed there for a moment, you letting out quiet giggles as Denki took his time in getting the air back into his lungs. He let you down steadily from the position you had been in, making sure to hold you up since the feeling was still a bit lost in your legs.

“Wow that was,” Denki paused, struggling to find the right word for the situation you two had caught yourselves in. “Satisfying,” you finished for him, to which he blushed deeply. The smile he flashed you was earnest and relieved, if he was being quite honest. “Ah, nice! Let’s get you something to eat, maybe a cheese string. But definitely water!”

“I’m actually feeling pretty full right now in terms of cheese. Thanks for that, Den.”

“Wait really?” Denki questioned as he swept his boxers along with his shirt off the kitchen floor, his concern showing through his furrowed brow, “Not even for a cheese string?”

A deadpan look crossed your face, sighing as you gave in to your dumbass of a roommate. “One cheese string.”

“Bet!”

Needless to say, post sex activities consisted of a hot shower, the second Shrek movie, and two cheese strings (per Denki’s request). Not a bad way to relieve your stress, you concluded to yourself happily as you snuggled closer to your roommate, fingers intertwined beneath the blanket as you allowed yourself to slip into a comfortable slumber against Denki’s shoulder.

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Your grace! Bless us with a Natasha x reader where the team is invited to a wedding by a close friend of Tony’s. Then when the bridal bouquet is thrown, the bride throws it too hard where reader accidentally catches it and the team is just going “Oooooh!” And reader is like “I’m not even in a relationship!” But the team know in secret that reader and Natasha have feelings for each other but are too dumb to know. Just funniness and fluff! 🥰😍 (Your writing is brilliant btw!)

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it’s a wedding thing

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

^idk Nat, you tell me^

Summary: When the Avengers get invited to a close friend of Tony's wedding, what hidden feelings will surface? What relationships will bloom? Who will be the next bride?

Warnings: none!

word count: 4.1k

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“Alright gang, this one’s for all of us, we all listening?”

A cluster of ‘yes’ ‘go on’ ‘come on Tony’ filled the room, everyone eager to hear what the fancy envelope held inside. It was amusing to watch Tony take advantage of everyone’s excitement, slowly peeling the envelope, gasping when he pulled the letter out of the casing slightly, not letting anyone else see what was written on it.

You, Natasha and Wanda all seemed to share a look of amusement at the dramatics and the almost visible frustration coming off of everyone. It was like watching children try to wait patiently for sweets in a shop, almost completely off of their seats. It wasn’t until Tony noticed that Pepper was giving him a warning look, that he, begrudgingly, hurried up and announced what was written on the letter.

“Wow. Caleb’s getting married.” He spoke, eyebrows raised in surprise. “And he’s invited the team.”

“Well, I’m not going.” A voice spoke from the corner of the room, clearly un-amused by what was currently going on.

“Luckily for you, I don’t see ‘reindeer games’ anywhere on the invitation. So you’re off the hook.” He replied with a tight lipped smile, Thor had been visiting recently to see Jane and pay the avengers a visit and wanted to bring Loki to meet her.

‘A pleasant trip’ Thor said.

‘A living hell’ Tony corrected.

It got a laugh out of the team though. Nat and I especially. We’d spent the last couple of nights in each other’s bedrooms, making a list about our favourite moments through the day where Tony and Loki clashed, making stupid insults towards the other. I think it’s safe to say that we went through multiple bags of popcorn over the nights, though you were both thankful it was there, it was the only thing muffling the laughter, if it hadn't, you’re almost certain the entire compound would have woken up at the sound of our laughter.

You nudged Natasha’s side gently, the bicker between the two men still continuing.

“Hey, Nat.” She turned and tilted her head questioningly.

“So we know how a physical fight between those two worked out. But, if they had to compete in a rap battle, who do you think would win?”

Her face immediately lit up, eyes sparkling which only enhanced their beauty, you could almost feel the cogs turning in her head, trying to go through every logical option.

“Well. Loki seems pretty well spoken, so vocabulary wise, I think he’d be strong. But Tony is sarcastic which can help with quick quips. But then again, Loki-”

“Hey lovebirds, Romanoff, Y/L/N” Tony clicked his fingers, earning himself a pair of eyerolls at the term he’d used. “Anything you wanna share with the team, or can we move on?”

“Actually-”

“Overridden. Moving on.”

You looked towards Natasha, snickering slightly at how blunt he’s being, Loki having found his way under his skin again. A part of you felt bad for the man, but that feeling is soon replaced by amusement. It was obvious Nat felt the same way, her sharing the same expression as you, although, you could hide yours much better. She had to physically put her hand over her mouth in the hopes the man wouldn’t notice her.

“So, the wedding is next week, a little short notice but when do we ever have enough notice, who’s in?”

Looking around the room, there were a handful of nods, each looking to see who else was going to go. You looked towards Nat again to see if she was planning on attending, only to find her already staring at you.

“So Y/L/N, up for a wedding?”

“It would be a nice change of pace. Are you going?”

“Only if you are” You blushed slightly at the response.

“Better get your nicest dress on Romanoff.” You winked, her turn to blush and focus back on what the rest of the group was saying.

“It’s probably easy if I list couples first on the RSVP and then the singles.” Tony took a glance around the table, mentally taking note of those who had shown signs of agreement. “So there’ll be Wanda and Vision, Legolas and his wife, Romanoff and Y/L/N, Thor and Jane-” You felt your face morph into one of confusion.

“Woah woah, Tony, back up, what did you say?”

“Thor and Jane, they’re-”

“Before that.”

“I’ve said this before Y/N, Legolas isn’t actually real. I meant Clint.”

“Very funny.” He held a proud smirk. “Romanoff and I aren’t a couple”

You wish.

“That’s not what Rogers said when he saw you both cuddling up on the sofa last night.” Before you had a chance to look in Steve’s direction, you could practically feel the daggers Nat was sending him, making his face cringe slightly and his back straighten.

“That’s what Rogers said, is it?” She spoke, tilting her head in question. You knew she was partly joking, but you’d still decided to intervene before anyone lost any limbs.

“My head fell onto her shoulder when I dozed off during our movie. It wasn’t ‘cuddling’ , thank you very much.” You laughed, internally wishing that Steve’s words were true.

“See? So cut it out.” Steve put his hands up in surrender, despite having a cheeky grin on his face.

“Okay okay. Fine!” The billionaire said, writing something on the envelope. “I’ll just put ‘couple pending’” He muttered

“Stark!”

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You and the girls had just come back from dress shopping, all three of you had spent the whole day in and out of different shops, hours in dressing rooms and your voices were almost completely gone with how often you were telling each other, ‘that looks stunning’ ‘that’s the one!’ and the most common one by the end of the trip; ‘please just pick a dress so we can go home and nap’. That one was from our very own black widow, her patience wore a little thin after 8 hours of staring at dresses.

You had gone through all the colours and styles while you were out, ranging from classy jumpsuits to figure hugging dresses that felt like a second skin. Wanda and Natasha had chosen their dresses and were eager to find you one, and what a mission that was.

“I promise you, we’re not going home until we find this dress, okay?”

“Wanda’s right. We’ll stay out until they all shut if we have to. But, let’s make that a last resort.” Natasha eyed you both warily.

You’d been walking around for hours now. Each dress you tried on had potential, but there was always something that didn’t sit right with you. It was either too baggy, too tight, the cut wasn’t appealing, the length wasn’t ideal, it was starting to feel hopeless. You’d even suggested just going in your pyjamas, but Wanda’s death glare had made it clear that wasn’t an option.

You and Natasha were both dragging your feet, Wanda still having a slight spring in her step as you walked into the final shop and picking up a couple of dresses before then going into the dressing room to try them on.

The first two were okay, but you weren’t a fan. Then there was the third one. The third one was a gorgeous Y/F/C dress that fell just past your knees, it had thin straps and the skirt was simple and loose so that when you spun around in it, you felt like a princess. You looked in the mirror and you adored the reflection, you still wanted the others opinions though, though you didn’t doubt that they’d feel the same way.

Pulling the curtain back and gaining their attention from where they were looking elsewhere, you smiled when you saw their reaction, more specifically, Natasha’s. Wanda was complimentary, walking up and feeling the fabric, gushing about how beautiful you looked, but you barely heard it, too focused on the redhead sitting in front of you, her eyes glazed over and her jaw almost on the floor, completely zoned out on you.

“This dress is it, Y/N, you have to get it! Nat? What do you think?” Her head shook, bringing herself back to reality and briefly meeting your eyes, only to quickly dart between You, Wanda and your dress in an attempt to compose herself.

“Yeah, I mean, wow, you look- wow.” Her hands flailed in your direction. You’d knocked the assassin speechless. Wanda rolled her eyes playfully at the interaction. She’d known about you and Nat’s feelings for each other for a month or two now, silently cursing the both of you when there was an opportunity to confess, yet never did. It was obvious to the rest of the team, why were neither of you picking up on it?

Keeping quiet, she ushered you back into the changing room, much to Natasha’s relief, both because she wanted to head back to the compound and she wasn’t sure how much longer she would’ve lasted seeing you standing there looking literally flawless. She always thought you looked amazing, but there was something about the way you looked in front of her just then that made her brain feel like a haze.

It was pretty safe to say,

You bought the dress.

Collapsing on your bed, dropping your bags to the side and letting out a loud sigh, you heard your door shut and someone fall into the chair by the window. You already knew who it was.

“I’m exhausted.” The woman groaned, rubbing her hands up and down her face to attempt to physically remove the tiredness from her body.

“Sorry for dragging you around for so long, I just-”

“Hey, no, don’t apologise for that. We all said we’d find the perfect dress, and it was worth the wait.” Heat rose to your cheeks at her words.

“You really think I looked good?”

Natasha could sense your underlying tone of doubt, unsure as to why you would doubt her opinion, she’d always been honest with you. Nonetheless, she heaved herself out of her seat and made her way to the end of the bed, kneeling down so that your now sat up figure could look down into her eyes, with her hands on each side of your face to focus you on her and her alone.

“I wouldn’t lie to you, okay? You looked incredible and I'm sure you’ll look even better at this wedding on Saturday, if that’s even possible.” You let out a small chuckle at her words as a smile made its way onto her face.

“You’ll be the prettiest one there.”

“Better not tell the Bride you said that, Nat.” She laughed, looking down for only a few seconds before looking at you again.

“We’ll make that our secret.” You nodded in silent agreement, grateful that she’d made you feel so reassured.

“Thank you, Tasha.”

“You’re more than welcome, sweetheart.” She replied.

You were so lost in her words, you hadn’t realised how close her face had gotten to yours, and how her eyes swapped between your eyes and your lips. You didn’t realise how she subconsciously had kept edging towards you, hands trembling a little with every inch closer she gets.

She wanted to kiss you. Every nerve in her body was almost electrified with the temptation to just move her lips over yours and become one. Her pulse raced, almost to prepare her for doing so. Which is why she wanted to kick herself with a pair of her highest heels when she uttered her next words.

“We should get some sleep.”

You broke out of your trance, jumping backwards slightly when noticing limited space between you both. You awkwardly coughed as she stood, heading back over to her chair to grab her bag and return to her room.

“Yeah, yeah of course. Big today, rest is probably a good idea.” You both nodded, she was already one foot out of the door when she gave you a small ‘goodnight’ and left, not waiting to hear you say it back.

Just like you hadn’t realised her actions early, you were oblivious to her hitting her head off of the wall in the corridor just outside of your room, wondering why she’d backed away. Where was Thor’s hammer when you needed to knock some sense into yourself? She thought before dragging herself back to her room where she would fall asleep, unable to get you out of her head.

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“Right! Headcount before we go in! And I want us all on our best behaviour Avengers, this is a wedding” Steve had completely lost you after ‘Headcount’. Not only are most of you fully grown adults, sorry Peter, but he seems to be oblivious to the fact that some of you were wearing high heels, and patience in high heels had an expiry date.

“Y’know, if he doesn’t let us in soon, I’m not afraid to threaten him with his own shield.” You heard a whisper just behind your ear, smirking at the comment.

“I’ll join you.” You answered, Bruce and Clint sharing a knowing look from afar when watching the two of you have your own quiet conversation, though short lived when they saw Natasha’s head move in their direction, their gaze coming to a halt so as to avoid any conflict with their teammate.

You guys could try to hide it all you want, but your entire team knows better than that, they just had to wait it out until you both finally admitted it to the other.

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You and the Avenger’s were currently sitting at a guest table, now in the reception part of the evening. The ceremony was beautiful, the bride wore a crisp white ball gown with her makeup and hair done to perfection, the groom looking like a prince in his black tux and a look full of adoration towards his wife to be painted on his face.

Their looks weren’t the best part of it though. The clothes and the accessories were lovely, of course. But all you could focus on was the love shared between them as they shared their vows telling the other how they believed they were each other's soulmate, and that they promised to always be the other’s rock. You’d found yourself with tears in your eyes, barely able to appreciate the sight with how blurry your vision was now. They finally fell when they said their ‘I do’s’, feeling only happiness for the newlyweds.

Although marriage hadn’t been something you always thought about, you’d hoped that you would meet your special someone and settle down, retire from the missions, the battles, the superhero lifestyle and just be with your soulmate for the rest of your days.

Despite not being a couple, whenever you thought of the person you wanted to spend the rest of your time with, there was only one person that came to mind. And she stood right in front of you throughout the ceremony, comforting a sobbing demi-god while he was also trying to explain to Vision why he was in floods of tears.

Music filled the room, upbeat, but calm enough for the couples on the dancefloor to sway gently to the beat, soft lights occasionally shining on them as they danced, the bride and groom being one of them. You smiled gently at the sight, feeling dreadfully single with all of the love in the room, but grateful that you could see so many people look so content and in love with their significant other.

An elbow could suddenly be felt in your side, pulling you from your thoughts to instead be met with gorgeous green eyes and a bold red smirk.

“Penny for your thoughts?” She leaned in, curiosity clouding her mind.

“Nothing much up there really.” You glanced back at the dance floor quickly. “I’m just happy to see everyone so happy.”

Natasha followed your direction of where you were looking, an idea soon popped into her head. She was going to ask you to dance.

Her mouth opened to speak, but as if it was done on purpose, a ‘screech’ echoed in the ballroom, catching everyone’s attention, including taking yours away from hers.

“We’re taking a break from dancing for a minute folks, It’s time for the bride to throw the bouquet!” He announced, soon followed by shrieks and the sound of feet padding on the wooden floor, women all gathering in a small bunch, huddled together as if their lives depended on it as the men all returned to their seats, shaking their heads at the commotion.

Not really wanting to take part, you turned back around again.

“Sorry Nat, what were you-”

“Y/N!” Your head fell as you were interrupted by a very excited Maximoff.

“Y/N! C’mon! We need to do the bouquet toss!” She started to pull you up, refusing to listen to any excuse you could possibly conjure up to avoid having to take part.

Giving the team a desperate look, hoping someone will help you escape, you’re instead met with encouraging and amused faces, including Natasha’s a clear indication that not a single person was going to help you. Traitor’s.

With a half serious eye roll, you quickly grabbed your glass of champagne and kicked off your heels, heading towards the group of screaming women basically crawling on top of one another when the bride was barely up on the ‘stage’ yet. You let Wanda wander off into the group but remained towards the back, sipping from your glass and sending the occasional sneaky glare towards your table.

“You guys ready?” The bride yelled, only to be met with more screams and a faint chorus of ‘yes’ heard among it as they all threw their hands higher. Wanda saw you were just stood there, and subtly used her powers to raise your hand, earning loud laughs and cheers from the Avengers, taking great joy in the scene unfolding in front of them.

“Okay! Three...Two..”

You kept your arm up, pretending to be enthusiastic about the toss, when you realistically didn’t really expect much from these kinds of traditions. What you definitely hadn’t expected, was for your figure to stumble backwards as you suddenly felt petals and stems in your palm, a faint feeling of silk brushing against your thumb as your fingers wrapped around the item.

You almost spat out your champagne, eyes widening in shock as you looked to see the arrangement of flowers in your grip, looking up to see women both disheartened and elated at your catch. How the hell had you managed that? You were literally the farthest person away, and on your own! You must’ve been set up. Okay, a bit of a stretch, but still!

“WOOO, Y/L/N IS GETTING MARRIED!”

“WHO’S THE LUCKY SOMEONE Y/N?”

“Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS, Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS.”

The bride noticeably laughed at your friend’s cheers, she hadn’t meant to throw it that far back, her arm just kinda went full force, but seeing the reaction it caused, she didn’t regret it. She didn’t even regret it when she saw the look of embarrassment on your face, as it was soon replaced with a contagious beam as you walked towards them again, a very proud Wanda in tow,

“Guys! Guys! I’m not even in a relationship! I highly doubt i’m the next woman in this room to get married.” You joked

“Well, I wouldn’t be so sure.” Sam laughed “Romanoff, you got an engagement ring handy?” He yelped as a peanut from the centre of the table was thrown at him, and of course with being a trained assassin, Nat had hit him right in the centre of his forehead, earning a dramatic noise of pain to leave his mouth.

These guys will be the death of you.

__________________

After some teasing, the room had filled once again with happy couples dancing, now including some you were very familiar with, one being a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist and his CEO wife, and another being an Asgardian with his Midgardian girlfriend, both gently moving side to side in time with the music.

Letting out a content sigh, you were met once again with the flowers, however, this time, they weren’t on the table, but were held by a gorgeous woman in a flawless navy dress.

“So, I know we aren’t a couple, but, would the future bride like to dance?” She asked, you let out a content sigh, pretending to think it over for a minute.

“Y’know what, I would, thank you for your kind offer.” You took the hand she’d held out for you and led you to the dance floor. While her hands went to your waist, gently tugging you closer, your arms went around her neck, hands interlocking behind her as you, like the others you’d admired all even, swayed.

You’re unsure when it happened, much like a time before, but your head had made its way onto your dance partner's shoulder, your body following suit as it left no room between the two of you, though you weren’t complaining. Neither was the fellow Avenger.

It was peaceful for a period of time, the only sound being the slow music and a quiet chatter of people across the floor. It wasn’t long before you heard the red head above you whisper in your ear once again.

“You really do look amazing tonight, Y/N.” You raised your head so it was directly opposite hers, sending her an appreciative gaze.

“That future fiance of yours is lucky.” She winked.

“Hilarious” You scoffed, fully aware of her humorous tone.

“I know, sometimes I amaze even myself with my jokes.”

“Well, it really is funny, because I honestly don’t see myself getting married anytime soon.” Nat’s eyebrows raised in what could almost be described as confusion.

“And why is that? Do you not want to get married?” Her hands started grazing up and down your waist, like she was comforting you, but really she was bracing herself for what was incoming.

“No, no it’s not that. I just..”

“Just?”

“I don’t think the person i’m interested in, is necessarily interested in me.” Her heart dropped. So you did have someone of interest. She pushed the sinking feeling to the side quickly so that she could respond.

“Right, and why is that?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen them make a move. I thought it’d be obvious. I think it has been to some others.” Your eyes wandered, lingering for longer than what was probably appropriate, on Natasha’s plump lips, wondering if you’d ever get to experience what it’d be like to feel them on yours.

This time, Natasha didn’t miss it. She would’ve blamed it on alcohol, saying that she must’ve just imagined it, but she had only consumed a few drops all evening, being too entranced by you didn’t leave much room for hydration. She hadn’t been more thankful, because it made a light bulb go off in her head as the pieces came together in her head of who you were referring to. She didn’t make a move the other night. It was obvious to the team. How could she have been so blind?

You didn’t see it coming, even when your chin was held in her grasp and you saw her face leaning in towards yours, the reality only hitting you when you finally felt what you’d been wanting to feel for the last months, right now. Your surroundings had just disappeared, the only thing that was running through your head, was the way her lips were moving against yours, and the way her lips tasted faintly of vanilla, and how she smelled like her floral perfume she wore for special occasions.

Whooping and cheering brought you both back from your bubble with just the two of you, your head falling just below her chin, her hand stroking your back as you could feel her chuckle bubbling where your head lay. Well, hid. Her arms had muffled their comments, but you had an idea of what they were, probably a mixture of ‘finally!’, ‘i knew it!’ and you’re almost certain you heard a ‘You owe me 20 bucks.’, that one making you shake your head.

Remaining in your hiding spot, that wasn’t very well hidden, but was keeping your bright red face to yourself, a pair of familiar lips lingered right beside your head.

“So, about that bouquet..”

You weren’t getting married, but by the end of the night, you definitely didn’t feel so dreadfully single as you had earlier.

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[xoxo-teddybear]

Boyfriend’s Best Friend - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader (ft. Kirishima)

Warnings: CRACK, Fluff, Cursing, Frisky moments

Summary: This was not how Bakugou wanted to spend his weekend. Trapped inside his best friend’s body?! Hell no. What makes it worse is that before he can tell you, you’ve already smothered Kirishima (who is in Katsuki’s body) with more than enough attention. Attention that belongs to the angry Pomeranian. And what does Kirishima think about all of this? Fuck nitroglycerin and boners.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: This shit is gonna get real confusing so KEEP UP and STAY FOCUSED

“Shit.”

After fighting off that petty thief on their way back to school, the two best friends took a look at each other after feeling a throb in their heads. But something wasn’t right. Bakugou was looking at..Bakugou and Kirishima was looking at...Kirishima???

“WHAT IS HAPPENING?!!” The red blonde headed boy asked. Kirishima made a face at his now very deep and gruff voice. He looked down and noticed his tan skin was the slightest bit paler and his clothes had changed. He turned his gaze towards the position where is best friend should be but only saw..well, himself.

“Argh, shut the hell up Shitty Hair. My head is pounding.” Bakugou said while holding onto his now red hair. He looked towards his friend to see a frantic look on his face. “Quit making me look like a bitch, Kirishima.”

“I can’t help it!! Not after what just happened!!” Kirishima said. Bakugou rolled his eyes and huffed before walking over to his friend and dragging him to a reflective window.

“We switched bodies you idiot. That damn thief must’ve hit us while we were distracted.” Bakugou took a look at his new body and cringed. Not that he thought Kirishima was ugly or anything, but he wanted to be in his own body. It just felt wrong having someone else’s dick.

“Well then we should get back to the dorms and find Mr. Aizawa. Maybe he can help.” Bakugou agreed and the boys started their journey back to the dormitory. As they walked, they took notice of a few things.

“Ugh. All these damn extras are staring at my hair.”

“My palms feel so sweaty.”

“Fuck! I keep biting my inner cheek. Stupid shark teeth.”

“Why the hell am I getting a random ass print?!”

“Nitroglycerin works like viagra Shitty Hair! Just fucking get used to it and learn how to control it!”

“I have your hair man! Does that mean you have shitty hair?”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!!”

“.....Is that..*sniff sniff*...caramel?”

“I SAID SHUT UP!”

—

“You’ll be back to normal in 2 weeks.” Aizawa bluntly said.

“2 WEEKS?!?” The boys screamed.

“Wha- HOW DO YOU KNOW?!” Bakugou screamed, trying to jump onto Aizawa with Kirishima holding him back. To anyone else, it would look like Bakugou holding Kirishima back. Oh how the tables have kinda turned.

“I know because officers have been trying to catch this thief for some time now. Even I’ve run into him on some occasions. His quirk is is called ‘Swapped.’ He takes your soul and spirit and places it in a different form...obviously. It doesn’t do much harm but it lasts for some time. Don’t worry though, you’ll be back to normal eventually.” Their teacher explained. “‘Till then, just tough it out for the next 2 weeks. Dismissed.”

The boys groaned and walked back to the common room floor. They walked in to find a few other classmates who thankfully didn’t seem too suspicious of anything. The boys went their separate ways, going to their own dorms to soothe their still aching heads.

—

Kirishima was the first to come out of his room. After contemplating whether he should take a shower or not, he chose the latter. He could survive the rest of the day without one, he’ll just worry about bathing later. Besides, he doesn’t mind smelling like a sweet treat for the next few hours and you know…not having to see and wash his best friend’s body and dick.

He walked down into the kitchen to find it empty. He was glad he wouldn’t have to explain his situation to anyone. If anyone saw Bakugou acting like the sweet bean that Kirishima is then I’m pretty sure a lot of people would have questions.

Looking around, he saw a batch of brownies left on a tray. He couldn’t help himself and went in to grab one. Unfortunately, he wasn’t aware of how chewy they were and after taking a few chomps, he realized the treat was as tough as glue. He couldn’t even open his mouth! And just to his luck, Bakugou’s girlfriend had walked in, seemingly back from her training session.

“Hi baby.” Y/N said. She went up to who she thought was her boyfriend and gave him a hug along with a peck on his cheek. “How was your day?”

Kirishima grew nervous. He didn’t know how to handle this situation. He would totally tell Y/N that it was actually him in her boyfriend’s body but the brownie sealed his mouth shut! He resorted to going with the flow and just nodding with a nervous smile. A very Bakugou smile.

“Tiring?” Y/N asked. Kirishima nodded his head. “Umm..okay. Well, same for me, but I still have enough energy for movie night, so I’ll see you in the common room. ‘Kay?”

Again, the now blonde nodded his head again. You smiled at him and went in to give him another hug. To your shock, you felt something poking you when you gave your boyfriend a hug. You looked down and noticed a pretty impressive print through his sweats and smirked. You looked up to your “boyfriend” and gave him a sly look. “You sure you’re tired Suki? Cuz your friend down here says you’re down for something else.”

Kirishima began to shake due to his nervousness now. He couldn’t help the damn boner! One, nitroglycerin is apparently 12x stronger than viagra, and two! He can’t relieve himself! Looking at and touching his best friend’s dick was wrong! And weird! Even if it was attached to him now!

What Kirishima wasn’t prepared for was you being so willing to help relieve his stiffy. On the bright side, he’d relive his hard on. On the not so bright side, he’d be fucking his best bro’s girl. Big no no. He definitely wasn’t prepared for your hand to travel down his torso and grab onto his Bakugou’s dick. “You still tired Suki?”

Kirishima couldn’t help himself. It felt too good to stop. He threw his head back and enjoyed the stimulation, even though he knew it was wrong. All he knew was that if he let this whole thing play through, he wouldn’t have to worry about walking around with a huge ass boner. A blush grew on his face as he moaned. He felt you peck at his neck a bit before stopping all your motions. The now blonde looked towards you in confusion and saw your laughter.

“Hehe, sorry Suki. Save it for later tonight, okay? I’ve gotta freshen up but I’ll see you later, Love.” You said before giving him a sweet peck and walking away. Once you were out of sight, Kirishima fanned his face to try and get rid of his blush. He then quickly ran to the fridge and chugged a few gulps of milk down to wash away the brownie.

“Fuck.” Was all that he said. Did that really just happen? Shit. Should he have let that happen? At this point he didn’t know. The man in him said HELL NO, but the nitroglycerin said otherwise. All Kirishima knew was that apparently he had a movie date to get to.

—

So now here we are, Y/N and Kirishima (in Bakugou’s body) all cuddled up on one of the common room couches during the late hours of the night, watching a movie. Kirishima thought Y/N looked really tempting in her booty shorts and tube top. The way her plush chest pressed up against his own as she watched the screen with a smile wasn’t aiding Kirishima’s mission to relieve his hard on.

Throughout the whole movie, Kirishima watched from time to time how Y/N would rub her legs together. It seemed she was growing some urges as well. Kirishima couldn’t shake his nerves..like...AT ALL.

Finally. It was almost the end of the movie. Kirishima had almost made it. All he had to do was finish the last 10 minutes and he could go..well honestly he didn’t know yet but he’ll figure it out later! Unfortunately, the universe had different plans. Kirishima watched as Y/N sat up to grab the remote and turn off the T.V. She placed the object down on the table and faced who she assumed to be her boyfriend. She wrapped her arms around his neck and went to straddle his groin.

“Uh-..Y/N?” Kirishima asked with a shaky voice as he gulped down a nerve. You smirked at him and leaned down to leave kisses all over his neck. Kirishima shook a bit and let out a shudder at your soft lips.

“Relax Suki. We won’t get caught. ‘Sides, when have you ever been afraid to fuck in public?” You said. You then went up to start off your session with a hot kiss to “Katsuki’s” lips. Kirishima had wide eyes as you took in his lips, but eventually, your sweet taste and bouncy lips made him succumb to your wishes.

He placed his hands on your waist as he kissed you back. When he opened his mouth you slid your tongue in as your hands entangled themselves in his hair. The kiss was fiery and passionate and eventually you and “Katsuki” both began to moan into the kiss. His hands traveled to your ass and gave in a firm grip which made you release a loud moan. Things were definitely heating up now.

—

When Katsuki came back to the dorms, he had already been exhausted by the entire situation. The only thing on his mind was getting some rest to ware off the headache, hours had passed and he eventually woke up in the middle of the night.

“Shit, how long have I been out?” He stretched and yawned a bit before he got up. The mirror hanging on his wall reminded him of his new body. “Oh, right. I’m in Shitty Hair’s body......gross.”

Bakugou felt his mouth become dry and so he planned to get a glass of water from the kitchen. As he walked down the halls, he couldn’t help but think about you. His precious girl. The love of his life who’s been with him since childhood and who he’s been dating since their second year in junior high. You were with him through it all and he couldn’t help but feel a little bad that he had to miss movie night.

‘Fuck, did I even tell Y/N I wouldn’t make it to movie night? Crap,’ he thought. Oh well, he’d just have to make up for it later. As he walked near the common rooms, his ears picked up a sound. And not just any sound, it was a moan. And he knew exactly who’s moan it was, for he had been the cause of those exact sounds and he’s heard them time and time again.

Bakugou ran to the common rooms to find his girlfriend and his body making out and slowly grinding on each other on the couch. He watched “his” hands travel to grope Y/N’s ass and bit his lip when he heard his girlfriend’s pleasured moans. He wasn’t gonna lie, the scene before him had turned him on, but what became a huge turnoff was the fact that Bakugou knew it wasn’t him in there and he knew exactly who was in his damn body!

“THE HELL?!” Bakugou screamed in Kirishima’s voice. He watched the two of you jump away from each other in shock and saw a look of fear flow through Kirishima’s his own eyes.

“Jeez, Kirishima. You scared us.” You said to your actual boyfriend without knowing it. Bakugou fumed at the fact that you were just making out and were probably about to fuck his best friend but he couldn’t blame you. You called him Kirishima so you must’ve not known about the switch.

“Can I talk to Bakugou real quick, L/N?” Bleh. Calling someone else by his name was weird and calling you by your family name was very uncomfortable.

“Umm..we’re kinda in the middle of something so maybe if you could jus-“

“Thanks.” He said and dragged “Bakugou” away behind a hallway corner. He pinned his body up against the wall and got in Kirishima’s face as he held the man by his collar. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING KISSING MY GIRLFRIEND?!”

“IM SORRY! I DIDN’T MEAN TO! SHE CAME ONTO ME!” Kirishima explained while being held against the wall.

“NO SHIT SHE CAME ONTO YOU! YOU’RE IN MY BODY! YOU’RE ME! I’M HER BOYFRIEND! SHE THOUGHT YOU WERE ME SHITTY HAIR!” Bakugou screamed. Kirishima just laughed nervously as Bakugou continued to fume. After venting, Bakugou finally dropped Kirishima back on his feet and pressed the bridge of his nose with 2 fingers. “Okay. Why THE FUCK did you not tell her about the quirk?”

“Because man! .....Your quirk has built in viagra!” Kirishima said in defeat as he threw his hands in the air due to the pent up frustration. “I’ve had a fucking stiffy ever since I got put in your body! So I thought-“

“You thought you could relieve yourself with my girl?!” Bakugou asked with big, angry eyes.

“.....Yes?”

“KIRISHIMA!”

“ALRIGHT!” Kirishima sighed. “Well what now?”

“We go out there and explain to her what happened so you don’t end up fucking her!” Bakugou explained as he tried to walk back to you but Kirishima pulled him back.

“Okay but what about my fucking boner?” The pent up boy asked.

“Just rub it out!” Bakugou exclaimed.

“No way! I’m not touching your dick!” Kirishima rebelled.

“Why not? I’m clean. And big! Just saying, I got a pretty dick dude.” Bakugou said with both hands up in defense.

“BAKUGOU!”

“Yeah, fair.” The ex blonde said. The boys thought about it for a bit before something hit Kirishima like a train.

“Wait..if you’re so okay with me seeing your dick..does that mean..you took a look at mine?!” He asked while shaking Bakugou’s his shoulders.

“What?! Gross! No! I was napping all day Shitty Hair so relax! And get your damn hands offa’ me!” Bakugou said while squirming out of Kirishima’s hold.

“Alright, fine whatever! Let’s just go out and explain to L/N.” Kirishima said.

“Good!”

“Good!”

“Goooooodd!” Bakugou said more dramatically. The two boys finally made it back to you and instead of your boyfriend’s body taking a seat next to you, it remained standing. Meanwhile, “Kirishima” took the seat “Katsuki” previously had. You looked towards the red head and then to your boyfriend in a confused tilt.

“Suki? Are you gonna sit?” You asked to “Bakugou.”

“I am.” “Kirishima” replied. You looked towards the muscular boy sitting next to you with a raised brow.

“What?” You questioned.

“Listen, L/N, we got something to tell you.” The actual Kirishima said. You looked to your “boyfriend” with almost a hurt look on your face as to why he was calling you by your family name. The real Bakugou took notice of your sad voice and softened his eyes at your now upset demeanor. “I’m actually Kirishima...”

Your face grew in surprise and then silence hit the room. The boys gazed your looks for a reaction but got nothing other than pure shock. You couldn’t even say anything other than “Eh?!”

“Yeaahhhh..I’m your actual boyfriend.” The red head said. You looked to Kirishima and inspected him closer.

“Uh..Suki?” You said while zooming in of his face.

“Tch. It’s me Teddy Bear, relax,” Bakugou said while looked away with a blushed face as he pushed your face away. You grumbled at his push and took his hand off.

“Yup. That’s you.” You said, relaxing. “So...you’re Katsuki..and you’re Kirishima?”

You watched the boys nod their heads and you were settling down until another thought came to mind. “Wait..so I was-..on the couch-...I thought-...”

“Yeah, you were making out with Shitty Hair but in my body..” Bakugou said with a hand behind his neck. Your face jumped in shock once more until it was replaced with anger. You watched as Kirishima’s new face became nervous and gave a shaky chuckle.

“Kirishima...” you seethed with slanted eyes before you attempted to jump onto the new blonde. Mid-jump, Bakugou grabbed onto your waist and pulled you back onto his lap. You fought against Katsuki’s hold on you but alas he was too strong.

“Nope! No, settle, settle.” Bakugou said with an iron grip on your waist. You finally calmed down until you took notice you were sitting in BASICALLY Kirishima’s lap. Feeling uncomfortable you scooted off your boyfriend and sat next to him. Bakugou looked at you with a confused expression that demanded an explanation.

“Heh..sorry um, Suki. But I’m not sitting on you or doing...anything else that’s lovey dovey until you’re back to your own body.” You explained.

“Wha- that’s not fair! You were all over here grinding on him just a few minutes ago!” Bakugou whined and pointed at his body.

“Because I didn’t know it wasn’t you!” Bakugou just grumbled and groaned at you. Your reasoning was fair but he just wanted his girlfriend.

“Okay, whatever. Be pouty. Just- When is this quirk gonna wear off?” You asked. Bakugou continued to pout with crossed arms but luckily Kirishima answered.

“2 weeks.” He said.

“Alright then!” You said while clapping your hands and standing up, gathering Katsuki’s attention. “For the next 2 weeks or until you go back to normal, Suki, no touching, no kisses, no overly-friendly hugs, no cuddles, no lap-sitting....”

Bakugou listened to you list all the things he couldn’t do. As you went on, his jaw dropped as he realized he wouldn’t be able to do all the things he usually does to you for the next 2 weeks. The list went on and on until you finished it with one final detail. “...and finally. No sex.”

“WHAT?!” Bakugou said while standing up now. “WHY?!”

“Katsuki. I’m not fucking my boyfriend’s best friend’s body. No offense Kiri,” you said to the other boy.

“None taken!” He said with his winning smile. Just less shark-toothy. Bakugou just mumbled about until you cut him off.

“Anyways! I’m going to bed. After this long and frankly awkward day, I think we all should.” You said and the boys agreed. You all walked to your respected dorms but when Bakugou tried following you into your dorm while he was still in Kirishima’s body, you stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Uh, sorry Suki. You’ll be sleeping in your own dorm for the next 2 weeks. No sleeping together either.” You watched as Bakugou became much more agitated as he huffed. He grumbled as he reluctantly walked all the way to his own dorm room. You giggled as you watched the now red head walk away and shut your door. You couldn’t help but laugh as you laid down on your bed but 10 minutes passed and before you could fall asleep, a knock was at your door.

“Suki, I said we can’t sleep on my bed together.” You said once you opened the door, finding Kirishima’s body holding a pillow and blanket.

“I know it’s just- *sigh* look, if I can’t cuddle with you can I at least sleep on the ground and hold your hand?” He said, looking away with an embarrassed blush. “I know you said hand-holding isn’t allowed but you won’t be seeing me since I’ll be out of your sight and on the ground.”

You smiled at how clingy he was being. It was adorable and you just had to give in. “Fine, come in.”

Katsuki perked up with a small smile and happily followed you into the room. You got comfy on the bed while he set up his little pillow and blanket. You finally dropped your hand down so he could hold onto it and his warm hand held a strong grip on your own.

So now here you were, late at night, “cuddling” with your boyfriend. In a way. You smiled as you held onto his hand and couldn’t help but giggle when you felt his lips place a sweet kiss to your knuckles. Oh well, I guess there was nothing wrong with holding hands with your boyfriend’s best friend. As long as it’s your boyfriend who’s in his best friend’s body.

You couldn’t believe this was gonna be your life for the next 2 weeks.

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