#they definitely play soft ball together on the weekends

[rosecabenson]

The sibling dynamic with these two- They are chaos twins, whenever they are together shit breaks loose-

Like that one time Liz had to save them from getting sued-

The conversation after that must have been the equivalent of a mother lecturing her unruly kids:

Liz: first the banter- then contempt, yes Elliot I still remember that- now this-?

Casey: in my defense the contempt was Elliot’s fault! He mouthed off Taft to save his ego-

Elliot, whispering to Casey: I thought you said you were over it!

Casey, whispering back: after you tried to talk me out of throwing Taft of the bench? No way! I’m holding your ass on that forever-

Elliot: Casey how is that fair-?! That’s just you being stubborn!

Casey: your one to talk!

Liz, dumbfounded, to branch: did they hear nothing I just said-

Branch: Hey! You two, batting cages- swing until you get your lives together-

Branch, to Liz,: these kids-

Liz: your telling me-

Casey, grabbing her bat,: your ass is mine, stabler-

Elliot: keep dreaming, Novak-

[inkdrinkerworld]

Inn Love

cw: friends to lovers, cowboy!james, innkeeper!reader, pet names, fluff, scene setting really

wc: 2.6k

“Please Jamie? I just need a couple pounds of butter.” You bat your eyes at him, all sweet and innocent but James knows you.

“If I give you what I have left I won’t have any to sell in the market this weekend.” He’s trying to stand firm. He really really is.

For all your sweetness and innocence, you’re like a viper to James’ strength of will.

“I’ll pay you more than the market.” You’ll definitely try, but James can never charge you full price.

“I’m sorry, darling. Go to Malloy, he sells butter too.”

You wrinkle your nose. “No one sells butter that’s as good as yours, Jamie.” You’re trying as hard as you can, James seems unmoved. So you up the ante. “I’ll bring you one of the pound cakes on top of payment.”

James falters a bit then. You bake the best in the entire town. At your inn, The Secret Garden, that’s one of the best reviews after the impeccable mattresses. You also know James has the softest, sweetest spot for pound cake- especially the blood orange pound cake you make.

He groans and you squeal, your boots clicking on the cobble. James gestures for you to come into his house.

“You’re so fucking evil.” he mumbles, reaching into his second fridge and handing you three pounds of butter. You take a quick peek and find his fridge stocked with pre packaged butter wrapped pretty in parchment, cheese in there too. There’s even milk. James is the best damn dairy farmer this town has ever seen and it’s a wonder how he ever has enough butter.

“You are an angel, James Potter.” you wrap your arms around his neck, and James’ hands automatically wrap around your back.

He’s big and warm, smells like leather and blood oranges and for all his muscles James is surprisingly soft.

James can’t fight the smile on his lips when you let go of him. You really are sweet. “You’re lucky I made more butter today.”

You gasp, not at all surprised. “You playing hard ball with me, Jamie?”

He nods, setting his hat on the counter. “Maybe I wanted a pound cake for free.” he teases but James would never take anything from you without paying you no matter how much you try to get him to. He doesn’t really care that you’re friends, he’s paying you for everything.

“You’re losing angel status, Potter. I gotta go, gotta bake for breakfast tomorrow and for the market this weekend.”

“See ya’, darling.”

James spots you while you’re closing up your booth at the market and hands off the empty crates he was hauling to his friends, Sirius and Remus.

He jogs over to you, and places his hands on your shoulders. You startle and almost swing a punch at him but he catches your fist.

“Okay Rocky,” he chuckles when you put your hand to your chest, breathing heavily like you’d just run a mile.

“You scared me, James! How don’t you make noise when you walk?”

James rolls his eyes, taking your crates from you. You move to packing bags.

“I make lots of noise, you’re just in your head.” He says, you shrug with a smile.

“Did they buy all of your butter?” you ask as you start walking towards your truck, James close behind.

“And the milk and the cheese.” You roll your eyes at his cocky tone.

You know James better than most here. You went to school together, you used to ranch with him when you were younger and when his mom and dad still owned the ranch.

Then you’d both had to grow up, you going to business school and James having to take over the ranch after his mom and dad had gotten sick.

You’d come back for the funeral and been there when James couldn’t get out of bed to deal with the ranch and all the shit that came with that and stayed till he got better and could do it himself.

Then James helped you with the construction of The Secret Garden, your inn that became your baby.

All this to say is, you know James Potter and he’s not as cocky as he pretends to be.

Sure he’s any woman’s dream. With his inky curls always peeking out under his hat, his muscle tees that show off tan, muscled arms, his pretty brown eyes that remind you so much of browned butter and his fucking dimples.

But James is a sweetheart.

“I told you about that tone, Jamie. Makes you sound too sure of yourself.”

James only chuckles, placing the crates in your tray and the rest of your stuff.

“I’m sorry weren’t you telling me the other day that my butter’s the best?”

You wave him off, laughing as you open the back door.

“Do I give you your loaf now or at family dinner tonight?”

James smiles, this is the one routine you and James still have from when you were kids. You go over on Sunday night for family dinner and then you go to the inn and try to get to sleep before your three am alarm.

“I just spent all day in the hot sun and you’re gonna deprive me? You’re cruel, darling.”

You laugh, handing him the loaf and then reaching in your cooler for a bottle of water. “Here Jamie.”

James’ mouth is already stained pink with the icing from your cake. Crumbs clinging to his shirt and chin.

“James! Have some dignity.” your words are broken up with your laugh, James smiles when you hand him the open water bottle.

“Thanks, darling.” Half the loaf cake is gone, and James guzzles the water like he’s been dying of thirst the whole day.

You watch James drink, aware that you’ve been staring a little longer than necessary and James knows it too because he winks at you.

“What are we having for dinner, James?”

James smiles, “Beef, you wanted that last time when we had chicken.”

You smile, giddy as ever. If it’s one thing James can do is roast beef; it’s always tender and perfect.

“Do you need me to come over early and do the potatoes? With the rosemary and thyme?” James nods, breaking off another little bite of the cake.

“Meet me there in an hour? I know you gotta do dinner at the inn.”

You shake your head, “I got Mary doing dinner tonight, and I wanna check on Snowglobe.”

James’ hand falls over his heart, a look of mock offense on his face. “Do you not believe me when I tell you he’s okay?”

You roll your eyes, “Can’t I want to take my best boy for a little leg stretch?”

James grumbles, “Best boy? Snowglobe took two years to train when we were kids.”

You smile as you remember all the days you’d sleep in James’ room complaining about how Snowglobe hated you and would never warm up to you.

“And now he’s the best horse a girl could have.You’re just jealous Jamie.”

He says nothing, just takes his loaf cake and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll follow behind you. Try not to drive like you’re on a race track, yeah?” You nod, getting into your truck and letting James close the door for you.

You don’t listen to James’ words and speed towards his ranch, foot to the pedal even as you swing into the grocery for chocolate for dessert- lest you and James pass away without a sweet treat after dinner.

At his place, in the Big House, you and James work side by side prepping dinner. He seasons the beef, you season the potatoes and put them to roast and then start on a chocolate cake.

It’s not a fancy one, but it’s occasion enough for a chocolate cake.

“How long till everything is finished?” Sirius asks, hat on his chest as he walks in holding a six pack.

“About an hour.” You and James say at the same time. Remus rolls his eyes as he steps in behind his boyfriend.

“I got your fruit, you didn’t stop by.” He holds out three bowls of cut fruit and you smile.

“Thanks Rem, I swear everyone came for bread today! I sold out of it so fast I really contemplated going back to the inn and baking more.”

The boys hum, smiling when James opens a beer and slides it to you. You take it with a nod and a smile. Quickly, you uncover the bowl of watermelon, taking a few pieces and smiling at the sweetness.

“It’s cos it’s fucking amazing bread. Lasts the whole fucking week too.” A compliment from Sirius is always genuine- as long as you’d known him, about two years, you can count on one hand how many sweet words the man says.

Conversation lulls, James talks about his plans for the week, Sirius talks about how there’s too many people trying to build big condos in your town- he’s in real estate and Remus talks of how much simpler life had gotten since he’d started raising chickens again.

You shoot out of your seat, James watches you curiously. You pull the cake from the oven and turn to all three of them stern as can be, “Those potatoes have ten minutes. I’m going to see my horse, do not let them burn.”

You rush out of the Big House without another word, boots clicking against the wooden floors and then crunching on the gravel path as you make your way to the stables.

“Snowglobe, baby.” You call, passing each stall till you find your baby’s.

Snowglobe is an old boy, almost twenty four, but he’s always been perfect. He’s all white, a pretty shiny sort of white on his coat that makes him look like fresh fallen snow. Hence his name.

He raises his head as he sees you, tail flicking as you reach a hand into his stall.

“I missed you, old boy.” You kiss his nose, stepping into the stall and getting a brush. You’re sure the farm hands James hired keep him well groomed, but he likes a bit of pampering and he deserves it too.

You brush through his mane, talking to him and sneaking a couple apples to him.

There’s a knock on the stable doors and you startle, you hear James’ deep chuckle before you see him. “Dinner’s ready,”

You kiss Snowglobe on his nose again. “I’ll come by tomorrow and we’ll go riding, baby.”

James rolls his eyes when Snowglobe puts his face on your shoulder, stopping you from moving.

You grin wide, “I promise, old boy. We’ll go riding all evening.”

Snowglobe seems pleased because he lifts his head and lets you go.

“He’s as clingy as you are,” James says as you walk out beside him.

“He’s not clingy! He’s the best and I don’t come see him nearly enough.”

James scoffs, “The four times a week you ride him up and down the ranch isn’t enough?” He bumps your hips with his.

You shrug your shoulders with a smile, “He likes the exercise and your boys still saddle him. He doesn’t like it.”

James is well aware, Snowglobe tosses saddles off him if he’s feeling particularly annoyed with the weight of them some days.

James pushes open the door to the Big House. You walk past him, taking your seat on the table and groaning.

“This is gonna be fucking great.” Sirius laughs at your swear, and loads up your plate- roast potatoes, roast beef and salad.

By the time you’re all finished dinner, you and James have had two slices of cake each and you’re both sprawled on his sofa.

Remus is laying on Sirius with his hat on his stomach and Sirius’ is pulled low on his face.

“I gotta get going,” you say, breaking the silence. Your words are groggy, sleep close in your reaches the longer you lay beside James.

James sits up, “What time is your alarm?”

“Three thirty.”

James tries pulling you down beside him, but you don’t budge. “I’ll drop you back in the morning.”

You huff, a little amused. “What time do you usually wake up, James?”

“Four. I gotta check the fences though, so three thirty ain’t bad.”

There’s no use arguing with him, and you don’t really want to. He stretches out on the sofa,

Sirius and Remus are out cold, James doesn’t even move them. He just throws a blanket over them.

“C’mon, the guest room is always ready for you.” James sounds just as tired as you feel, his eyes look a little glassy too.

“Thanks Jamie,” you push open the door and smell the lavender spray you use at night strong as if you’d just sprayed it.

“Course darling, your blanket’s there too. Come get me when your alarm goes off, yeah?” James kisses your forehead, you smile.

“Yeah Jamie. Go get some sleep.”

You climb under your blankets, grinning when you smell the linen detergent James uses. Sleep comes quick, your eyes heavier than they’ve been all day now that you’re laying down.

-

Someone is shaking your shoulder and you don’t like it.

“Stop,” you groan, pushing the hand off you and pulling your blanket over your head.

“Darling it’s nearly three thirty. Come get some coffee.”

You groan, twisting in protest under the covers. “No. I’ll be down at three thirty.”

James rolls his eyes. “Don’t make me use advanced waking up tactics.”

Your head pops out of the covers, hair a little messed up. “You are not tugging this cover off me James. I swear to god.”

James smiles, “You’re so pleasant in the morning. C’mon, we’ll have coffee and one of those breakfast sandwiches and I’ll drop you off.”

The grumble you let out makes James laugh some more.

“Give me five minutes.” James nods, leaving the room and letting you go about your morning routine.

You find James pulling two sandwiches from his oven, setting yours on a plate and biting into his immediately.

“Thanks Jamie, where’s my coffee?”

James tilts his head to the pot, your favourite cup sitting right beside it.

“Your creamer’s in the fridge.”

You frown, “Where did you get sugar free creme brûlée creamer in the middle of summer?”

James shrugs, “Not telling. But it’s there.” James takes a sip of his own coffee, black with just a touch of sugar. “It’s turkey in the sandwich too.”

You smile, fixing your cup and then shuffling towards James to kiss his cheek.

“You’re cute, thank you Jamie.”

His cheeks redden without meaning too. “Eat so we can go darling. You got scones to bake and what is it today? Eggs and bacon with toasted sourdough?”

You nod, biting into your sandwich. “Yeah and I gotta do cookies today, want me to bring any over?”

James frowns, “Today?” You nod, taking the last bite of your sandwich and finishing off your coffee.

“Taking Snowglobe out after I finish up dinner at the inn.”

James rolls his eyes playfully. Since the moment Snowglobe stopped fighting you, the pair of you had been inseparable. “Yeah, you can bring a couple. Make sure and eat lunch.”

“Left overs?” Your eyes are wide and hopeful as you look at James. He feels his chest constrict a little.

He opens the fridge and pulls out a bowl, “Got everything here for you.”

“Angel status has been restored Jamie,” James grins, dimples poking out. Truly, he’d never been worried, you’re never actually upset with him ever. Angel status is always applied, but he can’t deny the way it makes him feel when you tell him that it is.

“You’re so gracious!” James bows, making you giggle and slap his shoulder. “Ready?” He asks as he rights himself. James opens the fridge again, pulling out the bowls of fruit Remus had brought over and setting them on your lunch.

“Ready, Jamie.”

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : UNBREAKABLE BONDS : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Hugh Jackman x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Angst but fluff at the end :))

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: RPF

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: Emotional Conflict, Breakup and Separation, Pregnancy and Unplanned parenthood, Emotional Reconciliation

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: When Hugh reveals he doesn’t want more children, it creates tension in your otherwise happy relationship, leading to a painful breakup. Months later, you discover you’re pregnant and choose to keep the baby, keeping the news from Hugh. An unexpected encounter in the park brings the revelation, leading to a deeply emotional moment as you face the future and navigate the complexity of your new reality.

THE SUN STREAMED THROUGH THE CURTAINS, CASTING A WARM GLOW OVER THE ROOM AS YOU STRETCHED, FEELING THE SOFT SHEETS AGAINST YOUR SKIN.

Beside you, Hugh was still asleep, his arm draped protectively over you. You smiled, gently moving to not disturb him, and slipped out of bed.

Padding softly across the room, you made your way to the living room where a small, fluffy ball of energy was waiting for you. Loki, your playful husky puppy, greeted you with enthusiastic licks and a wagging tail. You laughed, scooping him up and nuzzling your nose into his soft fur.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as you settled on the couch, Loki curling up beside you. Life was perfect. You and Hugh had been together for two years, and every day felt like a new adventure. From spontaneous weekend getaways to quiet evenings spent cooking dinner together, your relationship was filled with love and laughter.

One lazy Sunday morning, as you both lounged on the patio with Loki playing at your feet, the conversation turned to the future. Hugh, sipping his coffee, mentioned how content he was with your little family. The words were casual, but they carried a weight that settled uncomfortably in your chest.

"What about kids?" you asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "Do you ever think about having more?"

Hugh's expression softened, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I love you, and I love our life together," he said, reaching for your hand. "But I don't see myself having more children. I'm happy with the way things are."

You nodded, forcing a smile, but inside, your heart ached. You had always imagined having children of your own, and hearing Hugh's definitive answer left you feeling lost.

It started small, as many arguments do. You had been out shopping and found a charming little onesie, unable to resist its allure despite Hugh's stance. You brought it home, hiding it at the bottom of your shopping bag. But later that evening, as you both unpacked the groceries, Hugh found it.

"What's this?" he asked, holding up the tiny garment with a puzzled expression.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. "I just thought it was cute. Maybe for the future..."

Hugh's face hardened. "We've talked about this. Why are you doing this?"

"It's just a piece of clothing, Hugh," you replied, feeling defensive. "Can't I have a little hope for the future?"

Hugh sighed, placing the onesie on the counter. "I thought we were on the same page. This feels like you're trying to push me into something I'm not ready for."

The conversation ended with a strained silence, the first crack in your seemingly perfect relationship.

The small arguments began to escalate. One evening, after a long day at work, you came home to find Hugh cooking dinner. The sight, once comforting, now brought a wave of resentment.

"Hey," he greeted you with a smile. "I made your favorite."

You forced a smile, the stress of the day weighing heavily on you. "Thanks."

As you sat down to eat, the conversation turned to your weekend plans. Hugh suggested a quiet weekend at home, but you had been looking forward to a trip you had planned to a nearby city.

"I just think it would be nice to get away," you said, trying to keep the frustration out of your voice.

"We've been traveling a lot lately," Hugh countered. "I thought it would be nice to relax here for a change."

The argument escalated quickly, voices rising as you both defended your positions. The dinner, meant to be a gesture of love, ended with you storming out of the room, tears of frustration streaming down your face.

The arguments became a regular occurrence, each one chipping away at the foundation of your relationship. The final straw came one night when Hugh came home late from a work event. You had prepared a special dinner, hoping to rekindle the romance that seemed to be slipping away.

Hugh walked in, looking tired. "I'm sorry, I got held up," he said, giving you a quick kiss.

"It's always something," you snapped, unable to hide your disappointment. "Do you even care about us anymore?"

Hugh's face fell. "Of course I do. But I have responsibilities, and sometimes that means being late."

"You always have an excuse," you shot back. "I'm tired of feeling like I'm the only one fighting for this relationship."

The argument that followed was the worst yet. Harsh words were exchanged, emotions running high. Finally, Hugh said something that cut you to the core.

"Maybe we're just not right for each other anymore."

The silence that followed was deafening. The realization hit you both that despite the love you shared, your futures no longer aligned. With heavy hearts, you decided to part ways.

The weeks following the breakup were the hardest. You moved into a small apartment, taking Loki with you, and tried to rebuild your life. It was during this time that you started feeling unwell. A visit to the doctor confirmed what you had never expected: you were pregnant.

The news was both a shock and a beacon of hope. You decided to keep the baby, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement about the future. Telling Hugh, however, felt impossible. You didn't want him to feel trapped or obligated, especially after the difficult decision you both had made.

Months passed, and your belly grew rounder. Loki stayed by your side, his playful energy a constant source of comfort. You threw yourself into preparing for the baby, focusing on creating a warm and loving home.

One crisp autumn day, you were walking through the park with Loki when you heard a familiar voice. Turning, you saw Hugh standing a few feet away, his eyes wide with surprise and a mix of emotions.

"You... you're pregnant?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

You nodded, unable to find the words. Hugh took a step closer, his eyes searching yours. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to burden you," you replied, tears forming. "We made a decision, and I didn't want to complicate things for you."

Hugh reached out, gently placing a hand on your swollen belly. "This is our baby," he said, his voice breaking. "I want to be a part of their life, and yours. If you'll let me."

In that moment, you realized that despite everything, the love you shared hadn't disappeared. It had simply been overshadowed by fear and uncertainty. With tears in your eyes, you nodded, allowing Hugh to pull you into a tight embrace.

"I never stopped loving you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I thought I was doing the right thing, but I can't imagine my life without you."

Tears streamed down your face as you clung to him, the months of pain and loneliness dissolving in his arms. "I never stopped loving you either," you said, your voice choked with emotion. "I was so scared, Hugh. Scared of losing you, of raising this baby alone."

Hugh's eyes filled with tears as he looked at you, his voice trembling. "I was scared too. Scared of not being enough, of failing you. But seeing you here, carrying our child... I realize how much I want this, how much I want us."

Together, you walked through the park, Loki trotting happily beside you. The future was uncertain, but you knew that with Hugh by your side, you could face anything. And as you felt the baby kick for the first time, you knew that this new beginning was the start of something beautiful.

The days that followed were filled with a renewed sense of hope and love. Hugh moved back in, and you both prepared for the arrival of your baby, embracing the journey ahead with open hearts. You spent your evenings talking about names, decorating the nursery, and imagining the life you would build together.

When the day finally came, Hugh was by your side, holding your hand as you brought your child into the world. The moment you laid eyes on your baby, the room filled with love so powerful it brought you both to tears. Hugh kissed your forehead, his eyes filled with wonder and joy.

"We did it," he whispered, his voice trembling. "We made something so perfect."

As you held your baby close, you felt a sense of completeness you had never known before. The path to this moment had been fraught with pain and uncertainty, but it had led you to a place of profound love and happiness.

In the quiet moments, as you watched Hugh gently cradle your child, you realized that the struggles had only made your bond stronger. The love you shared was unbreakable, and together, you could overcome anything.

Your family, with Loki at your feet and your baby in your arms, was a testament to the resilience of love. It was a love that had weathered the storms and emerged stronger, ready to face whatever the future held. And as you looked into Hugh's eyes, you knew that this new beginning was only the start of a beautiful journey, one filled with endless love and unshakable unity.

(A/N) I hope you enjoyed the story and was what you expected! 🫶

If you want to be tagged in future works about Hugh Jackman let me know!

[nottswitch]

— dreaming about… autumns with theo 🍂

۶ৎ navigation ; masterlist ; theo m-list ; how to request

༉‧₊˚. chilly but still sunny september days, when you go out for a walk around the courtyard, your hand intertwined with theo’s and safely tucked into the pocket of his jacket. cozy cashmere sweaters that you start stealing from him as soon as you arrive to hogwarts, before he could even unpack his trunk. spending time at the lake, you cuddled up against theo’s chest on the bench, him pressing soft kisses to the top of your head from time to time. the stereotypical ‘throwing autumn leaves into the air’ scene, except he stands there smoking and suddenly, a pile of leaves is blowing up above him. he’s dumbfounded, but then you giggle and he grumbles about the leaves being dirty and dusty while trying to hide an amused smile.

༉‧₊˚. gloomy and cold october days, when every weekend is a trip to hogsmeade, to hide from the weather in coffee shops (and simply shops, bc theo knows you definitely need a new matching scarf and hat set). sitting on a soft couch next to the window, wrapped up in theo’s arms, sipping coffee and laughing when he kisses off the foam stuck to your lips. sneaking in a flask of firewhiskey to put into your drinks and warm up even further. taking a paper bag worth of pastries back to your dorm, because you absolutely need a stash. theo draping his scarf around your neck at the smallest shiver he notices. he also gives you his coat and doesn’t accept any objections, stubbornly shivering himself while you scold him and urge the both of you to the castle. matching halloween costumes that steal the show during the ball, because you enjoy it, and theo would do anything for his lovely girl.

༉‧₊˚. dark and rainy november days that you mostly spend cuddled up in either his dorm or yours. the endless rain rattles against the window, the raindrops trickling paths down the glass and clouding the view. you’re in bed, your limbs tangled together, hiding under warm blankets. you just spending time in each other’s presence, doing homework or reading, feeling calm and content. theo playing guitar just for you in his dorm while you sit in front of the fireplace, the faint crackling of the wood mixing with guitar strings, pliant under his skillful fingers. theo coming back from quidditch practice, sliding under the sheets and wrapping his ice cold limbs all around you. you squeal when his freezing feet touch your warm ones, but he only chuckles and nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing in your comforting scent. taking baths together, testing out new bath bombs and salts that theo got you (he secretly enjoys it and keeps a bottle of your favourite foam in his dorm). you putting up string lights in theo’s dorm and him pretending to be annoyed but turning them on whenever he’s alone, to be reminded of your presence.

bonus: playlist

❥ willow by taylor swift

❥ lost on you by lp

❥ small hands by keaton henson

❥ my love mine all mine by mitski

❥ falling behind by laufey

❥ sono aggrappata a te by angelina mango

❥ golden by zayn

[fawnsflowerbed]

MDNI!!! AGAIN!!!!

Umm I'm thinking about Vendetta Leon with his puppy/bunny hybrid for this one but it could also just be a regular ol’ AFAB fem reader and YES, IT IS ANOTHER ASMR PORN THING because I can't get it out of my head leave me alone...

UHH CONTENT WARNING FOR ESTABLISHED CONSENSUAL SLEEP-PLAY!!!! This audio specifically from Whorosethinks (love him) gives me SUCH vibes like

Imagining it’s a lazy Sunday morning, and Leon's body is instinctively waking him up early since he's so used to doing it for his old assignments. But then he settles in and realises oh yeah shit it's still the weekend, so he chills out, tossing over only to see you. Oh, you. All soft snores and little twitching nose, your tail wiggling ever so slightly. He loves you so dearly, cherishes you, kisses the ground you walk on for Christ's sake. Railing that perfect pussy is just an added bonus.

But fuck, the position you've decided to flop into. Half on your tummy, one leg tossed over so your pert ass is up and those thighs are parted. It's not Leon's fault that he's got morning wood, it's not Leon's fault that you're dressed in nothing but one of his t-shirts and some skimpy underwear so from this angle has the perfect view of your cunt soaking through the thin fabric. He swallows hard. He might also be a little hungover, that's definitely not helping.

You've already talked this out together, and you'd made it clear in the past that if you wanted dear old owner to bury himself in your cunt even if you're asleep you'll wear a specific colour of panties. So, of course, he gets a closer look through the haze of the early morning.

There it is. Navy blue. Just like his work shirt. All pretty and lacy. He has free rein.

So of course he takes a thick finger to slide the frills to the side, slick coating the digit as he gently handles you. Of course he splays a careful hand over your back as he fumbles to lazily pull down his sweatpants, bare chest heaving as he stares at your twitching hole like he's been fucking hypnotised. He's slow, easing his rock hard dick into you inch by inch, watching that adorable nose wrinkle at the feeling of being stretched and filled by your beloved owner's cock. And god you feel so good, hot and wet, he has to take a second to collect himself.

Shaky hands stabilised on each side of your head, it doesn't take him too long to start gently fucking into you with long, slow strokes, stoking the ache in his guts with every push and pull through the velvet of your heat. He furrows his eyebrows, groaning deep from his chest, losing himself in you to the point of readjustment. He settles you fully onto your stomach, elbows bracketting you and chest to your back, cuddlefucking your sleeping form into the mattress with every clench and twitch of your insides. It should be illegal for someone's pussy to be this good, right? But he loves you, so he tries to be soft, even if he does slowly ramp up a little quicker, a little harder, a little deeper, you've got him panting like he's run a marathon.

So when you stir in your sleep, nose twitching and tail wiggling, giving that broken sleepy whimper of "Daddy?" that he loves so much all Leon can do is shush you. Leaning forward to nudge his face nice and close to your ear, whispering soothingly. "Shh, stay still baby. Daddy just needs to use his pet's perfect cunt." And ever the loyal and loving thing you are you obey with a squeaky whimper, melting into the pillows beneath him. Oh, he adores you. So compliant.

He's groaning, bordering on whiny at the way you simply let him use you, watching you adorably paw at the headboard. Every sweet tired mewl and gasp of yours against the frilled trim of the pillows. You're everything to him, taking him to the hilt, balls deep, even as he gently pins your arms behind your back so he can pronebone you good and deep into the duvet. Even as he picks up the pace, dragging his cock over every ridge of your pussy. The feeling of your hole sucking down on him like you're trying to rip his dick clean off is driving his brain to insanity, making him go dizzy. But watching your eyes flutter shut and tail wag and twitch as he dicks you down good and deep is probably the best thing in the world.

Well, a close second.

The best thing is definitely getting to creampie your cunt, watching you go rigid with perked ears and a high pitched, broken moan from your throat, how you fall to a slack pile of syrupy love stuffed full of his cum, that's definitely in first place.

And then there's the question of where this lies; what he's doing right now, peppering soft kisses across your cheeks, rubbing stubble against your face as he tugs your panties back into place. Cuddling you close with soothing words and soft back rubs until you both pass back out for another hour or so.

Eh. That sits somewhere between first and second. He's just a man, after all.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 16 - Oral & Anal]

Pairing: Inxperienced!Hoseok x soft Domme!Reader

Genre: new relationship!AU

Kinks: first time male anal, use of buttplug, anal fingering, prostate massage, blowjob, rimjob, subby boy tears,  hickeys & lovebites, slight edging, cuddly aftercare, he feels so safe in subspace

Wordcount: 2.3k

a/n: Hobi is officially back omfg i'm so happy ❤❤ i can't believe that two years passed like that...we finally have him back!!!

Hoseok is visiting you tonight. On a Wednesday night with rain outside the window and autumn in the air. It is a spontaneous visit. You and he agreed to meet this weekend, but you started to feel lonely and therefore asked your lovely boyfriend if he wanted to come over. Of course he agreed. You and he made dinner together and ate it on your west facing balcony, with the sun setting on the horizon. You cuddled up in thick sweaters because the autumn has been chilly lately and talked about your days. It is so easy to talk with each other. 

Afterwards, you spent your evening watching a movie in your living room. 

Said movie has long been finished and you find yourselves in your bedroom. You have work tomorrow and Hoseok does as well, he definitely hadn’t planned to stay the night, but plans changed. It is impossible to stay away from each other. Especially after tonight’s dinner conversations about kinks. Tension has been present ever since, pulling the two of you closer and closer until you were intermingled with each other.

You lift your mouth from his cock, listening to the shuddering breath he releases. He trembles on the sheets, grasping them in desperation because you denied him of his high. Yet again. Like you already have done so three times before. He has been counting.

“You’re so cruel”, he croaks, shivering each time you place a new kiss on the inside of his thighs. They are marked and bruised from all the love bites you left, covered in a beautiful layer of sweat. They twitch each time you kiss him.

“Mhhm, I know. So cruel”, you purr, smiling fondly. He always gets like this when you edge him. He whines about how cruel you are, but he would whine even more if you made him climax too soon. Especially tonight when you and he have something very special planned. 

Anal sex where he is the one getting penetrated. The idea came up last week when you spooned him and his mind began racing with thoughts of how it would be to feel you inside him. The idea became a plan during tonight’s dinner conversations. Hoseok was the one to bring it up.

You were surprised at first because you never expected him to make such a request, but after the initial shock, you were more than delighted to fulfill his wish. Hoseok has such a pretty butt. It would be a shame not to fuck it. You let him prepare himself in your bathroom and then kissed him until you were both naked.

You kiss your way up to his cock again, taking it back into your eager mouth to suck it slowly. One hand you keep around his shaft while the other plays with his balls. They tense each time you drag your wet tongue over his slit. He is sensitive there, so this reaction is expected. 

“Fuck, this feels so good”, he presses out, having to arch his back with a moan leaving his pretty lips. He can’t open his eyes, even if he wanted to. You have him floating on warm pleasure. He can’t believe that this is his current reality. 

You purr contently, sinking him deeper into your hungry mouth. He throbs in reaction, twisting the sheets.

He is already wearing a buttplug to prepare his virgin hole for what was to come. It felt weird at first. Not weird in a negative sense, but weird in an unfamiliar sense. 

Except for when he goes to his yearly urologist check-ups and he feels his prostate for health reasons, Hoseok has never ever had something up his ass before. He always thoughts that his urologist check-ups felt negative weird and as you slid the silicone toy into him at first, he feared that the weird would be negative as well. 

But it wasn’t. It felt so good. Girthy and deep and sexual. Of course it helped that you sucked his cock as you stuffed him, but man, Hoseok genuinely couldn’t believe how into this kind of weird he was. 

It is addicting. It really is. 

He has been wearing this plug for quite a while now, barely feeling it at this point.

“___?” he sighs your name.

Your warm mouth slips off his cock, leaving him wishing for more. You wipe your lips, gazing up at him.

“Yes, darling?” you coo, kissing his lower stomach and hipbones. Your fingers tickle his sides so nicely. Hoseok sighs his words.

“Can we try the bigger one?” 

“Yes? Do you want it?” 

“Yes, please.”

“Mhhhm, I love when you’re polite, Hobi baby”, you purr and suck a tingling hickey right under his navel.

Hoseok gasps and chases the sensation, feeling light headed afterwards. Holy fuck, you have him under a spell. 

Blind to his current state, you sit up and prepare the next plug. 

You are experienced in anal sex. Sometimes you like to do it to yourself, but you also had partners before Hoseok who asked for it. Pegging a cute man is nothing new to you, but it has never felt as exciting before as it does with Hoseok. You love him. You haven’t quite said it yet because what you and he have is official but so new. 

You and he met at a dance camp. He worked there as an instructor and you wanted to learn dance. He was strict as a teacher, but somehow this strictness was never directed at you and you soon realised that you needed to be together. Hoseok likes to call it love at first sight (again, he hasn’t said the big L word to you yet, rather he calls it like that to his best friends when they ask about you), you like to call it same (to your friends of course). It is clear to both of you however, that you and he are meant to be.

The journey of exploring each other has been so much fun and tonight feels so special. You are giddy like a teenage girl doing Sex for the first time. 

“Ready?” you ask him circling his relaxed hole with the new plug. Your heart is racing like crazy.

Hoseok parts his legs further and takes a deep breath for courage. He exhales.

“Yes, ready.”

“Take a deep breath again, darling.”

Hoseok obeys. Pressure on his rim, one second of a burn, then warm pleasure.

“Woah, okay”, he croaks, twisting the sheets. His hips instinctively move away from the toy, but his tight rim already keeps it inside. It shifts in him with the movements of his hips, giving him unfamiliar and intense sensations. 

“Hrrr, woah”, he gets out, pulling his lips tight.

“It’s bigger, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, a lot. Mhm fuck.” 

“Not to your liking?” 

“No, it’s just…just weird.”

“Weird?” you chuckle.

“Good weird. Yeah, really good weird”, he laughs breathily. “Just gotta get used to it.”

“You’re adorable, Hobi baby”, you say and climb his lap to kiss him.

Hoseok kisses you back gladly, trying to sit up but having come to the conclusion that it shifts the new plug in a very overwhelming way. He writhes and mewls, squeezing your thighs for support. The kiss breaks because he gasps for air.

“Do you like it?” you ask him, letting him taste your words. Your hands are in his soft hair, playing with it.

“Yeah, just really big. Is it normal to feel so full? Like I have to squeeze it out of me cause it’s not supposed to be there?” 

“It can feel this way, yeah. If you’re not used to it.” 

“I don’t know if I like it, actually”, he confesses.

“Mhm, then I’ll make it nicer for you, yeah?” 

“Yeah, okay.” 

“Do you trust me?”

“I do.” 

You kiss his lips, break it and whisper something rather bold.

“I love you.” 

Another kiss and then you’re off his lap and between his legs.

Hoseok gawks at you with widened eyes, not knowing if he heard right or if you managed to scrambled his brain well enough that he is hallucinating. His eyes widen even more when you take his cock into your mouth and start sucking passionately. 

His brain scrambles. Any surprise, worry or thoughts he had are gone from his mind. 

He drops his head into the soft pillow, dragging out his moan until there is no air left in his lungs. The once weird sensation of getting stretched wider starts to feel really fucking good. Otherworldly good. Your mouth is warm and wet and your tongue is so quick in its movements. You also know exactly how to suck to make it feel like heaven. And your hands on his balls, oh your tender hands, they play with them so well that Hoseok swears he might climax with them.

“Close, ah”, he moans.

You purr and let off him, giving him no time to whine as you take his balls into your mouth instead. 

He does whine, but because it feels so good. He arches his back, gripping his own thighs in search for support. He dimples them a moment later when you suddenly pull out the plug.

“Christ, fuck, ah!” he gasps, writhing on the sheets.

“Relax baby, relax. Let Mistress take care of it”, you soothe him, kissing a path to his open hole. You grab his hips and tilt them so you can connect your tongue with his slickened rim.

Hoseok’s legs instantly close around your head, but fall open a moment later with a croaked “sorry” from his side. 

“That’s okay. Relax”, you assure him between licks.

He answers it with a graphic curse and his toes curling in the sheets beside you. 

This must be heaven, Hoseok thinks. How is this spot so sensitive? Each lick, each suck and kiss and moan feels so good that he genuinely sees blurry whenever it hits him. He doesn’t want this to stop. Not ever.

“Holy fuck. This feels so good…”

You are in heaven as well. He tastes so good. A little artificially sweet because of the lube, but the essence of him soaks through the taste as well. So masculine and addicting. You bury your tongue deeper in his fluttering hole, wiggling it eagerly to get everything of him.

Hoseok gasps and grabs your head. You let him, seeing his eager touch as motivation to ruin him even more. 

You pick up some of the spilled lube and use it to wet your finger with it. Then you bury two of them inside him, right next to your tongue. You instantly press them against his prostate.

Hoseok yelps up, sitting up for a second before dropping again with a whole body tremor. High pitched moans and gasps follow, making you smile against him. Once Hoseok is only making sounds without talking, you are doing something right. You had him in this state two times ever since you started dating. One time was when you edged him with your hands, the second time was when you rode him on the bench of his dance studio. Ever since then, you swore to yourself to get him into such a state as often as possible. 

You give his stuffed rim one last kiss then use your mouth on his cock instead, sucking him eagerly. Your fingers, you keep curling against his prostate, wanting to make him feel eternal with it. 

And he does, he feels eternal. It is like he is floating on cloud nine and burning up at the same time. There is much tension and pressure in his stomach just asking to burst. 

“Please”, he suddenly sobs, spilling tears, “please don’t stop, I’m so close, please Mistress, please.”

You moan around him, stomach doing somersaults in excitement. This is new. tears and sobs are new. Holy fuck, you need his very soul. You take in more of him, letting your voice pleasure him as much as your mouth and fingers do. Hoseok shakes, dropping his hands from your head to twist the sheets instead.

“Fuck, holy fuck, fuck oh fuck, oh god, fuck”, he begins chanting, writhing and squirming on the mattress as his body tries to find an appropriate way to prepare for this unfamiliar high.

You curl your fingers one last time, finally forcing the knot in his stomach to break.

“I love you”, he sobs and climaxes down your throat, bringing tears to your own eyes because of how good it feels to be with him like this. 

He keeps crying and sobbing as his body rides on this unfamiliar and addicting high, kicking the sheets because otherwise he wouldn’t know how to handle it.

“Is this supposed to feel like! Thiiiiis…aaaah”, he drags out his words, twitching and trembling aggressively. 

You nod your head, showing him what he has been missing out on until he fed you even the last droplet of his orgasm. 

You let off of him once overstimulation sets in, picking him up in your strong arms to kiss him passionately. You and he roll to your sides, legs tangling together and bodies melting so close. Hoseok kisses you back gladly, body and heart feeling so safe in your embrace that he still has to spill a few tears.

“Oh god”, he break the kiss when air is sparse, “oh god, what’s happening to me?”

“Why? What’s wrong?” you ask him in a soft voice, caressing his cheek.

“I can’t stop crying. I feel so safe and, and small and oh god, ___” he stutters, pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

You gladly kiss him back, sighing and moaning softly. Being with him like this is paradise.

The  kiss breaks again, when air becomes sparse. Like always this is the only reason you and he break kisses.

He stopped crying, but still sniffles. You wipe his tears, smiling at him adoringly.

“I take it that you liked it?”

“Yes so much, holy fuck I feel so tiny right now. I don’t wanna leave this place”, he says and cuddles into your chest, “what are you doing to me?”

You chuckle, cradling him against you and playing with his hair.

“I liked it too, you know? And I love you too.”

“I love you too. So much.”

[soccer-love]

Iceland vs Germany

Glódís Viggósdóttir x reader

When Glodis and I started dating, my beautiful baby girl Rory was almost two three old.

By the time we got together, we had already played together at Bayern Munich for over a year so of curse she knew about my girl and accepted the fact that I would do everything to protect her.

Glodis and Rory get along really well, after our first six dates and her asking me to be her girlfriend, she suggested to have a date with her.

We didn't to anything fancy, we went to a lake a bit outside of Munich, we got some ice cream, walked along the water and played a little with her at a playground.

"Glo? "she asked, as we where sitting on the swings there.

"Yes, Rory?"

"What is your favorite animal?"

I laughed at her question, knowing exactly where this was going.

"Well I like elephants a lot, there babys are super cute." Glodis answered all of her questions with so much patience and softness that it made me love her even more.

"At...mom and I went to the Zoo and they had elephants there..." Rory explains and I nod "We could go there and I show you them."

Yeah I was definitely right, the zoo is one of her favorite places to go here in Munich.

"Oh we should definitely do that."

The next weekend, we went there, I watched Glodis picking up Rory so they could look over the fences together.

"Did you know that baby kangaroos are only the size of a bean when they get born." Glodis said and I pulled out my phone to take a picture of them.

This was one and a half years ago, since then, Rory and I met Glodis family in Iceland and she met ours. We moved into a bigger apartment together and we became a family.

We spend almost all of our time together, exploring the city together and going on little adventures.

At the days where we have training Rory goes to Kindergarden and when we are away for games she stays with my parents or my best friend.

And when where back, we three have a big cuddle session and then talk about our days.

"Granny showed me a....a...-" Rory says, struggling to find the word.

"This thing, where the world is a ball."

"A globe." I say and she nods.

"Yes and then I showed her where I am from." she explains and I smile.

"You mean Munich." Glodis asks but Rory shakes her head.

"No...Iceland." while I look a bit confused I notice a smile on her lips.

"But Rory your German." I say.

"No I am not."

"Where are you from?" Glodis and I ask at the same time and I see that she had pulled out her phone to recored everything.

"From Iceland." Rory answers.

"Yessss." Glodis cheered while I look at her stunned.

"No your not, your German." I say.

"No Iceland is better." Rory looks over at Glodis, who is laughing at the whole thing.

"I beg you pardon."

"You don't understand." she says and sits down between me and Glodis on the sofa, taking both of our hands.

"Grandpa is Englisch and Granny is German so you are both." she explains and I nod, before she looks over at Glodis.

"And you are from Iceland and you are from German so I am both." she explains, looking back and forth between me and Glodis.

"That's right baby." I say and look over at Glodis, my heart that was already beating faster at Rorys words, is now as fast as the wings of a humming bird as I see a small tear running down her cheek.

We have some dinner and bring Rory to bed together. But before Glodis can sit down on the sofa again I grab her hand and pull her into my arms.

"Are you okay?" she softly asks, wrapping her arms around me.

"Yeah...I'm just...I love you both so much."

"I love you too...and it was rally cute what Rory said about her being Icelandic too." she says and places a small kiss on my cheek. "You two feel like a family."

"We are a family." I say and she smiles.

"My family."

[cookies-over-yonder]

find your comfort zone, force yourself outside, lay your soul bare, you've nothing to hide

gift for @oneinchfrog

[title from How To Play The Keys from Rockabye]

Taylor transforms Link into the Musashi to his Kojiro. ✧*.♡.*✧ DnDads Halloween Week Day 2: Costumes and Dressing Up

ao3

⊂(´･◡･⊂ )∘˚˳°

"Can I look at myself yet?"

"No! Let me finish this first," Taylor says, staring at his lips with laser focus.

The lipstick feels… fine. It's not terrible, but not great. He could get used to it, he thinks.

His face scrunches up involuntarily from the way the brush tickles his cheek.

"Hold still, I'm making you blush," Taylor says, giggling to himself.

"Okay," Link hums, holding still as possible despite his exceeding ticklishness. "You know, I did play the games, but I've never seen the show."

Taylor gasps and lets out an overly dramatic, disbelieving "no..."

"Um. Yes?"

"Okay. We have to watch Pokémon together. ASAP."

"Like, all of it?"

"Of course! Clear your weekends. And weekdays."

"I'm free weekends, but we both have school—"

"School can wait."

"What about soccer practice?"

" Liiiink…. waaa…." Taylor pouts, and his lipstick shimmers, reflecting the mirror and ceiling lights into a thousand little specks of periwinkle glitter.

Link guides his gaze up from Taylor's lips to his dazzling green eyes. Link's always loved Taylor's pitch black eyes, but these contacts definitely add to the look. He's not wearing the wig yet, but Link's sure it'll tie the look together.

Taylor picked out another set of green contacts for Link—he asked for Link's prescription before even bringing up the Halloween idea—and he wonders how they look on him with the makeup newly added. Taylor said he'd force Link to take them out before bed after hearing about his issues with contacts before.

"I'll watch it with you, I promise. But for now, why don't you just tell me about them?"

Link smiles when Taylor's forced pout breaks into a toothy grin.

"Okay! Well, Jess�� Musashi is a total badass," he starts "and she has a tragic backstory," he balls his left hand into a fist near his chest for emphasis, still holding a makeup brush in the other.

He moves onto eyeshadow, diving into an elaborate and animated explanation of Team Rocket's lore, and particularly Jessie's backstory.

"Also, I'm like, totally in love with her," he adds as the final button to his ramble, just as he finishes the makeup.

"A lot to live up to," Link comments with a little smirk, and the slight flush of Taylor's cheeks is the cutest reward.

He huffs and glances away before putting the brushes down. "Let me go get the clothes," he says, before starting down the hall.

"Can I take a look now?"

"Waaaiiit…" he calls back from another room.

He comes back with the clothes: a black sports bra, a white leather crop top, and a white leather miniskirt.

"It's soft on the inside, see?" Taylor says, and he grabs Link's hand—and Link gazes at the magenta nail polish shimmering in the light—and guides it toward the inside of the fabric of the skirt. It is soft. "Do you need help getting dressed?"

"Maybe…" Link says, picking up the sports bra.

"We could also use a tank top, but I thought this would be more comfortable with the layers. And if we cut a tank top, it might be a little uncomfortable, since I'm still kinda shit at sewing, and my machine hates me, but if you want—"

"I can wear it," Link cuts him off softly. "Just… you can help me put it on?"

He isn't sure why he phrased it as a question.

"Yeah, of course," Taylor says, taking the sports bra and shutting the bathroom door with his heel. "Take off your shirt."

Link stands up and does so—it's a plain pyjama tee shirt, stretchy and easy to slide off like everything else he wears—and he places it on the counter.

"Arms up!"

Link raises his arms in the air, and Taylor lifts the sports bra up before the realization paints itself onto his glittering green eyes. He puts a hand on Link's shoulder to push him down, and he obliges, sitting back in the chair, arms still raised.

Taylor slides the bra on without any trouble. It's stretchy, and form-fitting, and not loose at all, but not too tight either. It's fine. It's good.

"Can I look in the mirror? Please?"

"Okay," Taylor says, rather unexpectedly, considering the way he'd emphasized waiting until Link was fully in costume before taking any sort of look.

There's something softer in his eyes too, and Link isn't exactly sure why, but he brushes it off in favour of focusing on his reflection.

Taylor's done makeup on Link before, but it was usually a little bit of eyeliner, maybe some shimmery eyeshadow and nothing more. This is different.

His lips are a deep magenta, just like his nails, and there's glittery deep red blush on his cheekbones. His eyeshadow is white and glittery, presumably to match the clothes, and the black eyeliner on his upper and lower eyelids paired with the dark mascara make his eyes pop even more than before.

The heavy makeup definitely makes the green eyes on their own far less strange, though it's still a little odd. Link's only ever worn clear contacts.

Link's hardly worn makeup before. And this look, well, it's more feminine than anything he's ever done. There's a bit of a flutter in his chest, and while he's not certain why, he suspects it's the novelty of it all. It's new territory, and he actually really, really likes it.

"Does it feel okay?"

"Huh?" Link asks, still gazing at his makeup in the mirror.

"The sports bra."

Right . Link pulls his gaze away from his face down to his torso.

Link has never worn a bra of any kind.

It reaches to about halfway down his torso, almost like a skin-tight crop top. Link has never worn a crop top either.

It's way tighter than what he would usually wear, but not uncomfortably so.

Again, there's that same flutter in his chest. It's the excitement of something new, probably.

"Is it okay?" Taylor asks again.

"Yeah, it's good."

"Okay. You can wear your shorts under the skirt by the way. I usually do that with mine too, but whatever's comfortable."

Link nods, picking up the skirt. There's a zipper in the back, and the waistband is reasonably stretchy.

He slips it on over his shorts and zips it up without any problem, and Taylor hands him the shirt, which takes and pulls over his head. It fits fine.

He looks in the mirror again. The eyeshadow does look good with the shirt and skirt.

Link has never worn a skirt before.

At least he doesn't think he has. Memory is confusing, and nothing is for certain.

Either way, it looks good.

He likes it.

"The gloves and boots are in my room. You can put those on while I get changed in here."

"Okay."

The boots are also easy to slip into, and the gloves are smooth and soft instead of stiff and scratchy like he had expected.

Though, he doesn't know why he expected that. Taylor has sensory issues even worse than Link's, so it makes perfect sense that he'd put so much thought into making the costume comfortable.

Looking in the mirror, Link almost sees an entirely different person staring back.

He looks like a girl.

Well, the character is a girl, so it only makes sense.

And skirts and feminine makeup don't necessarily equate to gender either. Taylor wears them all the time.

Looking at himself like this, there's that feeling again. It's kind of exhilarating.

His black curls look nothing like the character's hair, but Taylor already knew he's not big on wigs.

The miniskirt makes Link wonder what it'd be like to wear different kinds. Taylor's a big fan of the shorter ones because they offer more mobility in the legs, though Link's always admired the way longer ones look.

"Did you bring your Garfield plushie?" Taylor asks. Link didn't even hear him open the door, but he's stepping out of the bathroom fully dressed in a white top and white pants, with his own gloves and boots, all matching Link. And the wig, periwinkle like his lips, does tie the look together.

"Where do you get your skirts from?"

"Oh—uh, mostly online. It's hard to find skirts that don't make me want to shed my skin in stores in person," he answers, "You wanna get some?"

How did you know , are the first words that cross Link's mind, before he remembers that it's the most logical reason for his question.

There's a look in Taylor's eyes too. Link isn't too sure what it means but it's there, and there's something circulating through Taylor's mind much like his own.

"Yeah, I think so."

Taylor's eyes light up. "I am so helping you look. Heh, I've already seen some I think you'd love."

"Really?"

"Yes!" Taylor says, stepping closer and squeezing Link's arms. "Also, you look hot as hell."

"I—really?" Link stutters out, taken aback by the sudden compliment. Again, not too sure why, as this is Taylor's style.

"Yes," Taylor smirks, and Link gazes at his glittery lipstick once more. It's a really pretty colour. "Now, where's your Garf plushie?"

"Right."

Link fetches the plush, smiling to himself at the way Taylor suggested using it as the final member of their trio.

Almost as if on cue, the doorbell rings, and the others are here.

"By the way, I love the makeup. Can you do it again for me sometime? I mean, like, not just on Halloween, like—"

"Yes, oh my god , Link, I would give you a whole fucking transformation makeover at the drop of a hat," Taylor says as they descend down the stairs, clearly vibrating in excitement.

"I would love that."

Taylor links an arm around his, beaming with glee. And Link very much shares the sentiment.

This is going to be a great Halloween.

♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )

[bluestar22x]

August

Sweet Summer - August

Summary: When some big words are said Javi’s self doubts become an obstacle.

Pairing: Javier Pena x Virgin!Reader (She’s in her 30s, just late to the game)

Rating: 18+ series

Warnings: Cursing, sexy teasing

Word Count: 1,393

Author’s Note: So glad I managed to get this one done today. I’ve really enjoyed writing this series, playing with a theme of insecurities - definitely one of my favorite pieces I’ve ever written. This is the end of it [for now?].

xxx

When she’d suggested a weekend in Galveston, Javier had jumped at the chance to get out of Laredo for a bit, to spend more time with her, somewhere no one knew who they were and what he’d done. 

She’d been searching online for places she wanted to see in Texas, and Galveston had been the first city to catch her attention. It was six hours away from Laredo, but neither of them minded long drives, and the fact that it was a coastal city and had a pier with carnival rides and foods on it had been too tempting for her to resist.

She was shocked Javier had never visited the city before, but he had explained that ranchers tended not to leave whatever town they were in unless they were buying or selling livestock. His parents had always been homebodies. It had been, in part, what had drove him to have an adventurous spirit in his youth. Restless from spending his childhood in one spot.

He’d been pleased to share the experience of exploring a new city with her. Pleased to watch her eyes dart left and right, absorbing all the new sights around them, breathing in the ocean air deeply, ripping off her sandals to dig her feet into the sand when they visited the beach.

Their first night in the city, a sweltering Saturday in August, they wandered the pier together, hand in hand, and shared a supper of deserts at a table tucked away in a corner. They’d shared a paper food tray of mini fried dough balls together, then had each bought ice cream cones after. They’d both picked soft serve, vanilla and chocolate swirled together.

As they licked at the cones they strolled through the area the rides were in, glancing at the people on them and listening to their joyful screams.

“You want to go on any of them?” Javier asked her. He wasn’t much of a carnival ride person, but for her he would be.

She shook her head. “No. At least not tonight.” She smiled. “I was thinking after this we could head back to the hotel. Turn in early.”

As if he couldn’t read between those lines she pretended to innocently drag her tongue along the whole length of the ice cream tower on her cone and dramatically curled it around the middle, observing his reaction out of the corner of her eye.

His breath hitched and he felt his cock twitch in his pants at the visual. “Fuck me.”

She giggled and wagged her eyebrows, an unspoken intend to in her eyes.

She’d come a long way from the shy woman he’d met sitting alone in a restaurant booth two months ago. Sure, she was still reserved around new people, but she’d become so much more confident. Not as easily shaken by encounters with people who seemed to want nothing more than to make others miserable, and way more relaxed and bolder about teasing him both in public and in the bedroom. It made his heart swell to see her so comfortable in her own skin and with him. He wasn’t typically a proud man, but her trust in him made him proud of them both.

They were quick to finish their cones and head for her car (they’d driven it down because it was cheaper on gas than the old farm truck). The hotel was five minutes away from the beach and it was five minutes too long as far as Javier was concerned.

She’d just barely gotten the hotel door unlocked when he covered her mouth with his, kissing her like he’d devour her. He palmed her back with one hand and shoved the door open with the other before it could lock up again and shuffled into the room with her.

She grabbed at his right shoulder with one hand and wrapped the other around the base of his neck, stroking the silky hair there as he explored her mouth.

The door slammed behind them and they parted to breath, his forehead pressed against hers.

“I love you, Javi,” she murmured softly, and it was so unexpected he jerked away, meeting her eyes with startled ones.

“I do,” she assured him, trying to cup his face in her hands.

He reached up to drag her hands away from his face. “You shouldn’t,” he told her gently.

Her face fell and he instantly regretted saying it, but it was his truth. She was so sweet and he was so tainted. It had been easier to pretend their relationship was not going to last long term, that it was just a summer fling, but if she loved him, then it couldn’t be like that, and it scared him if he was being honest. The last real relationship he’d been in he’d chickened out of marriage. Too young and not deep enough in love. He didn’t want to chance hurting someone else like that, even though this was far from the same situation. 

She folded her arms self-consciously and glanced at the floor. He could see her fighting to push aside the fresh bout of insecurity he’d caused her by not admitting his own feelings. “I know what happened in Colombia, the things you’ve done in the past, did a number on you,” she stated slowly. “I know you have nightmares over it. I’ve heard you mumble in your sleep, apologizing for what, I don’t know. I don’t need to. What I need you to do is to not turn your trauma on me and tell me what I should or shouldn’t be feeling. This isn’t about what you deserve Javi, it’s about my feelings for you, and if you feel the same way or not. It’s that simple. You showed me how to move past my insecurities - it’s your turn to move past yours.”

He sucked in a deep breath as she stepped closer to him so she could rest her hands along his jawline and search his eyes. “Be honest, ignore everything else. How do you feel about me?”

How did he feel about her? About the beautiful woman who’d added color back to his life? Who made him smile simply because she did? Who had never pushed him to do anything he didn’t want to? Who was so thoughtful and unselfish in every situation? Who made him want to share everything good in his life with her?

His chest tightened. He couldn’t deny it, especially with the way she was looking at him, hopeful and earnest. “I love you too,” he admitted quietly, eyes soft. He still thought she deserved better, but she also deserved the truth, and it felt good to say it. To mean it.

She beamed up at him and guided his mouth to hers, kissing him with enough warmth to melt a glacier. “Good,” she whispered over his lips. “Now that we’ve got that cleared up, can you do me a couple favors?”

“Anything,” he said without pause, wanting to make up for making her doubt herself, for making her think he didn’t love her, even if it had been brief.

“Get some therapy?” she questioned, though it wasn’t really one.

He groaned. Not that hocus pocus.

“Please, Javi,” she begged. “I’d like for you to talk to me too, but it’d be good for you to also have someone to talk to who you can trust to be impartial. Who can give you insight into your insecurities and your trauma and teach you how to cope with them. How to move on from your past. Because you do deserve it, whether you believe it or not.”

He sighed but didn’t argue. He’d do it for her. So he could be a better man for her. If she was convinced it would work, it was worth a shot.

“What’s the second favor?”

She smirked at him, her demeanor morphing back to playful. “Take me to bed. Teach me a few new tricks.”

His mouth went dry at her words and he licked his lips. “That I can definitely do.”

She laughed and he ducked down to kiss her heatedly, desperate again. He grabbed onto her arms, guiding her back towards the bed, and they fell onto it, a tangle of limbs. 

She was a lot of things to Javier, but she certainly wasn’t boring. 

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Hey love. I’m having a crap day. Week really. And I’ve really been into my Matt and Nick feels lately. Can I request a little thing where the reader is just the Bucks fuck toy for the weekend or something? I dunno however you wanna take it or do you. Your stuff is always amazing and can’t ever go wrong with being the bucks pet. 🦌

Fuck.my.UP! *This was getting incredibly out of hand, so I had to stop at some point 😂*

Also this is our official welcome to Poppy! Because maybe she’ll pop *shameless dad joke* up more in the future, idk 🤷‍♀️

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“Come here, pet. Come, come” The mocking tone of Matt's voice, followed by a small whistle, made you huff loudly: “If you ever do that again, I’ll cut your balls off!”

“Aww, what’s the matter, dovey? Am I offending your morals? Because we both know you have none of that” His chuckle resonated in your ear as he stood before you “If you did, you wouldn’t have agreed to this in the first place, right?” Matt’s hand came to rest on your face, where he pressed your cheeks together until your lips pouted. “What kind of respectful wife dreams about fucking her husband and his brother?” Matt’s teeth tugged on your pouty bottom lip until the flesh slowly slid from his grip.

“How long have you been wanting this, huh? Since when do you fuck Nick and think about me? How many years have you been dreaming about getting the big bro’s dick in you? Was that what you thought about on your honeymoon? While Nick fucked you from behind, did you wish I was there too? Just watching at first, until I finally judged you worthy of having me play with you too?”

A slow and predatory grin grew on Matt’s lips the more he spoke, “What’s wrong, dove? Cat got your tongue? Are you gonna scream for dear ol’ hubby to come and save you?”. His deep, brown eyes stared at you with amusement as he whispered: “What if I tell you he’s too busy enjoying this to make it stop? I can see him in the armchair behind you, and you should see how entertained he is by watching his little slut at my mercy”.

“Nick” You whined and tried to look over your shoulder at your husband, but a sharp pain on your cheek made you look back at Matt again.

“Don’t you EVER look away from me again, do you understand? I’m the one playing with you, so your focus stays on me!” His voice was cold and sinister, but a short chuckle escaped Nick’s lips, causing the atmosphere in the room to become less serious for a brief moment.

“Oh Matt, you shouldn’t have done that”

“Because?” The older man impatiently asked

“Because now Poppy will really want to play” The blue-eyed man answered matter-of-factly

“Poppy?” Matt frowned “Who the hell is-“

“You hit like a bitch! Is that all you got? How pitiful” You giggled while blowing a strand of hair away from your face

Nick stood up from his seat and made his way toward you.

“Hello, Poppy” He smiled widely “Long time no see”

“Hi, daddy” Your lips pouted at the younger Jackson “Kiss”

Nick quickly landed a soft peck on your lips that soon turned into a slow, sensual kiss.

“Did you come to play with us this weekend?” Nick caressed your cheek with his thumb, making you purr “I heard a thing or two about it, and when bitch Matty stepped up, I thought I should surprise him”

“You definitely did!” Nick chuckled before looking at his brother. “Matt, meet Poppy, my favorite little brat”

At the sound of the word “brat”, Matt felt his cock twitch in his pants. “Is that so?” He smirked as your eyes came to rest on his face.

“So you came to play with us then, Poppy?” Matt’s voice sounded amused and exciting in contrast to your petulant one “I came to play with daddy” You smiled widely at Nick before returning your gaze to the dark-haired man “Now you…I doubt you have what it takes to play with me”

“Oh really?” Matt closed the distance between you, and his hand came to rest on top of your head, tugging on your scalp with a medium strength, testing the waters of your initial play. “You don’t think I have what it takes then?”

“You’re not as good as daddy” You shrugged, causing the handcuff chains between your wrists to dingle with the small action.

“I’m better than daddy” He smirked

You leaned forward until your lips brushed against his bearded chin “Doubt it” was your small and teasing comeback.

Matt’s smirk grew wider “On your knees. Now!”

You chuckled with amusement “Make me, bitch!”

Matt’s fist closed harder around your hair, yanking you down on the floor with a force that was deadened by the fluffy living room rug “So this is how it’s gonna be, huh? Well, if that’s the case, you’re in for a long, LONG weekend, little dove”. His hand glued your face to his crotch, and you could feel his hardened length pressing against your cheek through the jeans.

When you looked up, Nick smiled down at you as he pulled his cock off his track pants. He slid the tip against your bottom lip, and you darted your tongue to taste his skin.

Matt gave a few slaps on your cheek before he teased with a cackle, “If you want to fit two cocks in your mouth, I suggest you open it wider, brat”

“Shut the fuck up” You spat back and focused your eyes back on your husband

The sapphire-eyed man chuckled and asked, “Are you ready to play, Poppy?”

“Yes, daddy” You purred as you opened your mouth and poked your tongue out to let him brush his crown against the pink muscle.

Matt leaned down until his lips grazed your ear shell “Don’t worry, Poppy. Once I’m done with you, you’ll be just as sweet and submissive to me, dovey”.

Your eyes gleamed with mischief as you gave soft kitten licks to Nick’s tip while looking at Matt “Do your worst, you wimp” was your last response before taking your husband’s length down your throat.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Lo-Fi: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

"The man visited by ecstasies and visions, who takes dreams for realities is an enthusiast; the man who supports his madness with murder is a fanatic." - Voltaire

Once again, insomnia has taken over yours and Spencer's life. In order to pass the time, you and Spencer have set up the apartment to resemble that of a mini-golf course. You had those plastic golf clubs that you and Spencer got at a toy store one time, so you use those as putters while you use ping pong balls as your golf ball.

Spencer isn't good at golf, but it's very funny to see him try to play. You're not good either, but it's fun to play with an equally bad person. This is what you meant when you said you love living with Spencer--you neve know what kind of evening you'll have with him.

Late at night, ideas ran high, and it was either play mini golf or bowling, and you feel this is the better choice if you don't want to break anything.

"Okay, you need to make at least one shot before the sun comes up," you giggle.

Spencer readies his putter with a focused look on his face.

"I don't need to hear it. You've barely gotten one in."

"And that's one more than you. You're falling behind," you tease.

"I can do this."

"I'll tell you what, if you make this shot in, I'll give you a kiss. If you make this shot in two moves, I'll give you a kiss with tongue. If you make it in one shot, I'll take you to bed," you grin.

He makes it in two.

You pull him closer by his waist and plant your lips on his, kissing him slowly and tenderly. His lips are always so soft despite him constantly biting them. He forgets all about the game as your tongue slithers into his mouth, but the night isn't over yet.

You two play all night long, and by the time you need to get ready for work, it's three to two. All night long, and you've managed to score three points. You're tired, but you'd trade sleep if you get to have another night like that with Spencer again.

Spencer stays by his desk when you two get to work, and you practically skip to JJ's office. Ever since you found out she is pregnant, you've been trying to take care of her, and to give her whatever she needs.

"Hey, it's just me," you knock and enter. You close the door behind you so you can talk freely about her pregnancy. "How is the baby? How are you doing?"

You sit down at her desk and lean back to be more comfortable.

"We're both doing great. I just got off the phone with Will. He's coming down here to help pick out a crib. Will's thrilled about it."

"I'm so happy for you," you gush. "We better set aside a weekend to go shopping for those little baby clothes that are just so cute."

"I look forward to it."

"You better. I'm going to make a great aunt."

"An aunt, huh?" she chuckles.

"You bet your ass. If not godparent title, then definitely aunt title. I'm going to spoil that kid rotten. No one knows, right?"

"No, it's still early. I'm going to wait a bit before telling everyone."

"Okay," you shrug.

Hotch knocks on the door, and you know to shut up about this.

"JJ, can you get the team together? We have a case."

"Nothing's come across my desk."

"This one came directly to me."

Hotch looks serious about this, so that means the baby talk will have to be on the back burner for now. You and JJ gather the team to find Hotch inside the briefing room watching a CCTV video of a man getting shot in the back of his head.

"Don't get comfortable. There'll be time to debrief on the plane."

"Where are we going?" Spencer asks.

"New York."

"Five shootings in two weeks. It's about time we got the call," Rossi comments.

"I want to take Garcia with us. Hopefully, they'll give us access to their surveillance systems. We really don't have time to talk. Let's get going."

This must be serious if Hotch doesn't at least give you a clue as to what is going on here. Everyone, including Penelope, head to the jet. She rarely gets to fly in this thing, so she's mesmerized about it all.

"How come I only get to travel with you guys like once every two years?"

"Trust me, mama, it can get old," Derek chuckles and takes her carry on to put in the top compartment.

"Oh, right, like the way that spa treatments in five-star hotels can get old."

"Remember the time we got on board, and they hadn't chilled the rosé?" you smirk.

"I almost quit the BAU that day," Derek plays along.

"Okay, you know what? You guys can joke all you want because I am never leaving this plane."

Once everyone is settled in, the serious stuff takes over.

"What do we know?" you ask.

"All the killings are mid-day with a single gunshot to the head with a .22."

"Any witnesses?"

"No."

"A .22-caliber pistol is only one hundred and fifty-two decibels. New York streets and subways are routinely well over one hundred. It could be people aren't even registering the gunshot until the unsub is already leaving the scene."

"They sound like Mob hits," Derek guesses.

"Except none of them have ties to organized crime. None of them have any connection with each other, either."

"How about communication with the police? Has the unsub tried to make contact?" you ask.

"Surveillance cameras have captured videos of three of the murders. This is the latest."

It's grainy, but the unsub walks behind a person and shoots him in the back of the head before walking off as if nothing happened. It's as if he just passed him by without a thought. It's so grainy, you can't get a clear view on who the unsub is.

"That's the best video they can get?"

"They're all the same. He wears a hood and keeps his head down."

"You know, there are videos on Youtube with better quality than this. You'd think New York would invest in better cameras," you comment. "This guy's bold. He works in crowded areas and in broad daylight."

"Are they completely random?"

"It seems that way."

"It's the Son of Sam all over again," Spencer sighs.

"What do we know about the victims?"

"They were each killed in a completely different neighborhood. Hell's Kitchen, Murray Hill, Lower East Side, Chinatown, and East Harlem."

"This doesn't make any sense. There's no common victimology, no sexual component, no robbery, and no geographical connection. Do the police have any leads?"

"No. He kills roughly every two days. The press is having a field day, and it sounds like the mood on the street's getting pretty edgy. We're working closely with the NYPD and their task force about this. Kate Joyner heads up the New York field office. She's running point on the case, and called me directly. Kate is starting to butt heads with the lead detectives and wants a fresh set of eyes."

"Kate Joyner, I know her. She's British, right?" Derek asks.

"Well, dual citizenship. Her father's British and her mother's American. She was a big deal at Scotland Yard before coming to the bureau."

"I heard she can be a little bit of a pain in the ass," you chuckle.

"I didn't think so," Hotch shrugs. "We liaised when she was still at Scotland Yard. I think we're lucky to have her."

It takes an hour to get from Quantico to New York City where the NYPD is waiting for your arrival. You walk into the FBI building located in New York, and immediately feel the tension between coworkers. Kate sees the team enter, and she greets Hotch with a wide smile.

"Is it just me, or does she look exactly like Hayley?" you mutter to your team.

She does resemble Hotch's ex-wife, and it makes you wonder if Hotch sees in her what he saw in Hayley.

"Kate," Hotch smiles. "This is my team. Kate Joyner, This is David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, Y/N, and Spencer Reid."

"Thanks for being here. Anything that you need, just tell me. Please don't stand on protocol," she says in her posh British accent.

"What can you tell us about the city's surveillance system?" Penelope asks.

"It's run by the NYPD. It's still in the infant stages. It's been rather controversial. American privacy laws, but they've had some success."

"I'll have complete access?"

"Of course. They're already expecting you. Shelly?"

One of the officers escorts Penelope into the bat cave where all the surveillance cameras are located.

"I'd like to get a map of the borough. I want to do a comprehensive geographical profile of the area in order to ascertain the unsub's mental map before it's clouded by our own linkage blindness," Spencer says.

"I see you brought your own computer."

Next to Spencer are two detectives who decide to join in on the conversation. One is short, a bit overweight, and has blond hair. He isn't too happy with Kate--you can feel the resentment he has towards her. The taller one is more slim, has a full head of brown hair, and is just happy that there are more people working on this. Still, he seems tired.

"Detectives Brustin and Cooper. I'll let you do the introductions," Kate says.

The shorter one is Brustin and the taller one is Cooper."

"Did you catch the first shooting?" you ask.

"They've all been in different precincts. It wasn't until the third murder that anyone even made the connection," Cooper answers.

"I guess this is where we play nice and ask you what you need," Brustin grumbles.

"I'll let you all figure out what that is. I just ask that you run everything back through me. It's been my experience that having one butt on the line is enough."

"Yes, ma'am," Brustin says passive-aggressively.

"Can I have a word with you in private?" Kate asks Hotch, leading him away from the group and into her office.

"They liaised when she was at Scotland Yard," you smirk and look at Penelope.

"Of course," JJ chuckles.

Cooper and Brustin break apart and do their own thing on opposite sides of the precinct, and you and Spencer approach Detective Cooper. Emily is standing nearby, and she seems interested in this little group.

"What's your partner's problem?" Spencer asks outright.

"Well, by the fourth murder, the FBI was brought in. Good. We can use all the help we can get. All of a sudden, she's taking meetings with the mayor, and calling in you all without us knowing anything about it."

"We're only here to help," you say. "Think of us as a resource."

"Okay, profile me," he smirks. "What am I thinking?"

Spencer raises his eyebrows and looks at you, and you can feel a twinge of jealousy come from him.

"Based solely on your energy and the confidence you radiate when you asked me to profile you, you're charming and arrogant even if you don't mean to be. The faint tan mark around your ring finger suggests you're married, yet you take it off when you get to work. That tells me that you like flirting with women, but you won't actually do anything because you love your wife.

"Now, Dr. Reid is my boyfriend, so there's no use in flirting with me. You might have more luck with Agent Prentiss. She's single. Did I do good?"

"Duly noted," Cooper nods and looks at Spencer.

He quickly leaves you two to talk to Emily, and you pull Spencer in close.

"I love you, you know that?"

"I do," you grin and peck his lips.

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[bnha-dumpster]

Alright I’m back mate and boy do I have something. So imagine all of them (boys of the bakusquad) wanting Y/n, and they’ve talked about this together to try and come up with a way to get closer to him. So they decide that in order to get closer to him, one of them (you can decide) has to get into a relationship with Y/n’s sister. (Sister could be an OC, a character, or just a sister insert) This way, all of them can get into his their house without it being suspicious. Y/n’s sister doesn’t really think much about it, but the four of them always tease and borderline flirt with Y/n while they’re there. Don’t think they didn’t notice you blushing. So one day when his sister and parents aren’t home, they all decide to visit, knowing that Y/n is home from college that weekend, and all alone. Deciding that this will be the day that they bring him to bed, each have their turn with him, and milk him till he just can’t come anymore. (Dub-con? Y/n clearly wants it- who wouldn’t lol?)

Just realized that if you dislike some female character in the show, you could just use them as the sister lol. Also sorry my request is kinda long for this, but thanks if you decide to do it! I appreciate it.

oh i love this request so much! may have had a bit too much fun with this and got carried away

pairing: bakusquad (- mina) x male reader content tags: group sex, milking, double penetration, face fucking, male squirting, creampie, sex toys, praise, light degradation, electro stim play word count: 2.5k

The day Sero started dating your younger sister was a weird one. You’d never felt too protective over her considering she’s only a year younger and a hero, but seeing her hold hands with your classmate lit something inside you. It’s why whenever Sero wanted to come over, you’d beg for the rest of the Bakusquad to join him. You thought it was a way to protect your sister. You thought you were doing a good job. Yeah, you thought a lot of things.

Then they started teasing you- even Sero. The four of them love to tease you and act flirtatious with you. Even with Maiko in the room, they all find a way to tease you and not gain any suspicion from her. Their hands wander places where they shouldn't and you can't do anything but give them a stern look as you swat their hands away, blush apparent on your face. You don't know what they're doing but it gives extremely mixed messages.

But you think you finally understand when they show up unannounced, all four grinning as they push their way into your house.

“How long are we gonna let Bakugou eat his face?” 

As soon as the four of them got you in your room, Bakugou pounced on you. He’s holding you by your hips, grinding himself against you. His mouth is smashed against yours, teeth clashing as he devours your mouth with his tongue. You don’t have much of a choice but to go along with it. It’s not like you hate this. Rather, you’re enjoying this way too much. 

“We can get everything set up while they’re eating each other’s faces.” Sero shrugs as he pulls out the contents of the bag. Lube, towels, toys, said toys being Kaminari’s suggestion. “Why’d you bring a cock ring? I thought the goal was to milk him?” 

“It’s for us! Gotta last longer for him, right?” 

“For once you make a good point.” Kirishima pulls Bakugou away from you by his hair, earning a growl. “Stop hogging him, bro.”

“Fine.” 

Kirishima helps you towards the bed, sitting you down on the edge of it. He tugs your sweatpants down, slowly taking your clothes off. You definitely need a breather and the redhead is more than happy to give you one. He does all of the work for you, lifting your legs and body with his strength so all you have to do is sit there. You watch him with half-lidded eyes as you catch your breath. Besides your heavy breathing, you can hear the other three taking their own clothes off. The rustling of their clothes falling to the floor is as quiet as it’ll be from now on.

Your cock springs out of your boxers, almost completely hard from Bakugou’s actions. It’s a little embarrassing how quickly you’re turned on. They just think it’s cute.

“Denki, didn’t you say you wanted to taste him?” 

The blond in question nods eagerly and nearly trips over himself to replace Kirishima’s spot between your legs. He’s already excited, cock hard and slapping against his stomach. Does the thought of giving you head really turn him on that much? 

Apparently it does. He lets out a small moan when he grabs your cock and pumps it a few times. You can see his eyes dilate and his mouth is open slightly as he admires it. And when he finally takes it in his mouth, it feels like he’s practiced for this. 

“Fuck, Denki-” His mouth is warm and inviting, his tongue doing its best to wrap around the shaft as he bobs his head. You weave your hands into his hair and help him take you deeper. You’re not huge, but you do know it might take a bit to take all of you. 

Then he moans. The vibrations go straight to your core and your shove his face flush against your hips. He gags around your cock but doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, he looks up at you with eyes that scream for you to keep going. You’re not the type of person to refuse someone, so you give him exactly what he wants. 

You take hold of his head and move it up and down, using his mouth as a toy. Kaminari moans each time your cock hits the back of his throat. The two of you are caught up in the moment to the point where you don’t notice Sero coming up behind you. The hero begins to kiss along your neck, hands going to grope at your chest. Finger pinch your nipples harshly and you let out a surprised moan. 

“Hanta, what are you doing?” 

“Your chest looked a little lonely.” He hums and continues to play with your nipples, pinching and flicking them as he kisses your neck. You’re not sure what Kirishima and Bakugou are doing but you can’t focus on it, not when you’re reaching your end. Your hips stutter and you press Kaminari’s face against you as much as you can. The blond’s eyes roll back into his head as you cum, shooting ropes down his throat. You can feel him swallow it all and the sensation makes you groan. 

Kaminari removes himself from your cock with a pop, face red. Tears and drool cover his face and it’s oddly endearing. 

“Alright, Kirishima?” Sero grabs you by your hips and pulls you with him further onto the bed. He rests against the headboard and continues to tease your nipples. Kirishima crawls in front of you, a bottle of lube in hand. You know what he’s going to do but it doesn’t make you any less anxious.

“Hey, hey, it’ll be okay.” The redhead rubs comforting circles into your inner thigh, smiling at you. You watch him pour some lube onto his fingers and circle your hole gently. He watches your face as he begins to push one finger in. There’s a moment of surprise when it goes in without much protest, you looking to the side to avoid his stare. You’re thankful that he doesn’t say anything. Rather, he just pushes another finger inside you.

It takes a few tries before he manages to find that soft spot inside you. You let out a whimper and your hips move away. Bakugou is more than happy to sit on your stomach, keeping you in place. 

The blond takes this chance to devour your mouth once more. This time you moan and kiss back with as much need as he does. His erection grinds against your stomach as you kiss. You reach down to pump his cock a few times, enjoying the feeling of how hot and heavy it is in your hand. Bakugou swats your hand away and glares at you, pulling back.

Kirishima is eager to fuck you. He pulls his fingers out after barely prepping you and slathers his own cock with lube. You’re sure he doesn’t mean to, but he sheathes himself inside you a little too quickly. A small yelp leaves you and three sets of eyes land on the redhead. The three heroes stare at him for a moment before turning their eyes back to you. 

“Sorry he’s being so rough...” Sero leaves open mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulders as he soothes you, “We’ve just wanted to fuck you for so long.” 

Bakugou moves off of you, sitting beside you as Kirishima begins to move slowly. Kaminari has settled on the other side of you, one hand cupping your balls and the other teasing the head of your limp cock. 

A small shock goes through you. It’s from Kaminari’s hand, the blond stimulating you back to hardness with his hands. The shocks are sent through both your cock and balls. You squirm and whimper, the head of your cock twitching pathetically with each shock. Even if it’s not hard, it still weeps precum all over your abdomen. 

Then the redhead’s pace gets rough. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust, making sure your hips meet before he pulls out. Your overwhelmed by the stretch of your walls and how Kirishima seems to be rubbing against all the right spots inside you. There’s even a small bump that appears whenever he’s fully inside you. It pokes out of your stomach and the other three marvel at how hot it is. 

Kaminari’s shocks finally bring your cock back to life. It stands at attention, tip swollen and red. He lets go of it and watches it slap against your stomach, precum smearing over the skin. 

“Relax for us, Y/N.” 

You don’t know what Kaminari means until you see something in Bakugou’s hand. It’s metal and long but you don’t exactly know what it is. At least, until the blond begins to circle it around the head of your dick. There’s no warning for your when he prods the slit of your cock with it, slowly inching the rod inside you. It’s a strange feeling but it doesn’t hurt. For a moment you think it’s not so bad, but then Bakugou presses a button.

“Wha-” The rod is vibrating. Your back arches off the bed and tenses, a confused moan escaping you. Sero leans down to capture your lips, kissing you gently compared to Bakugou. Both blond heroes are tending to your nipples, each one has a nipple in their mouth. Bakugou’s hand is wrapping around the base of your cock, pumping it gently. Kaminari is once again fondling your sack, giving it small squeezes and shocks to stimulate you. 

And you cum, you cum hard. Strangled moans are muffled by Sero’s lips. Your cock twitches and cum leaks out past the rod, dribbling down your shaft slowly. It’s a strangle climax. It doesn’t come out like it usually does and everywhere is being touched. You don’t get to come down from your high either- it just keeps going. They don’t stop what they’re doing, the only thing changing being the way Kirishima’s thrusts grow erratic. 

He releases inside you and you can vaguely feel warmth filling you. It feels empty when he pulls out, your hole clenching around nothing. Kirishima takes a moment to spread your ass to watch his cum leak out a little. 

“Who’s next?” 

Sero releases your lips and removes himself from behind you, letting Kirishima take his place. He situates between your legs and ruts his cock against your ass. He can feel your hole clenching each time he brushes the head of his cock against it. Your body is so needy and he can’t possibly refuse you. 

He’s longer than the redhead, that’s for sure. Not as thick, but definitely longer. Sero reaches deeper and touches places you didn’t think could be touched. His pace is slow, watching the way your hole so eagerly swallows his cock. You’re clenching and trembling so much from the overstimulation, the vibrating rod still abusing your limp cock. 

“Good boy, good boy, Y/N.” Kirishima praises you as tears fall from your eyes. It blurs between pain and pleasure and you don’t know how to process it. You cling to his words, holding into his arms as he shushes you. “We’re so proud of you. You’re so good for us, so good. We’ll take such good care of you.” 

You’re mouth is left unattended. Moans and sobs fill the room, a line of drool coming out of your mouth. You can’t form any words either. They’re enamored by it, staring at how you’ve come undone just after two times. A thin layer of sweat covers your body and it makes you look shiny, you practically glow.

“Fuck, so tight- you’re so tight, Y/N.” Sero’s words barely register. Something is building in your core as Kaminari begins to send larger shocks through your sack. They make your cock twitch more than it already is. The constant vibrations inside your urethra are making your cock vibrate and twitch even when it’s soft. 

“Kaminari.” The hero fucking you catches the blond’s attention. He puts a finger in your ass and tugs it open a little more. “Think you can fit?” 

The absence of Kaminari’s lips and hands don’t register right away, especially when Bakugou begins to pinch your abandoned nipple. Your haze is lifted somewhat when you feel your ass stretching just a bit more. The blond is slowly pushing his cock inside, joining Sero in your tight hole. The stretch alone forces another orgasm through you without even getting hard, more cum leaking past the rod. 

As Kaminari sheathes himself completely, the other hero stills. They don’t move for a bit, they let you get used to having both of them inside you. 

“What a good boy. You’re taking them so well, taking them just like we know you could.” Kirishima’s words soothe you. “They’re going to make you feel even better.” 

Then they start moving. The two of them alternate thrusts, moving slowly and carefully. Your belly bulges from the stretch and Kirishima reaches down to rub the bulge, groaning at the feeling. His cock twitches with arousal behind you. But he’s had his turn and you need comfort. 

Your prostate is being pressed against constantly. It’s a never-ending stimulation of your most sensitive spots. You hold onto Kirishima as tightly as you can as a rush of warmth goes through you. The feeling isn’t the same as an orgasm and you lift your head up for a brief second to see clear fluid gush out of your cock past the rod. 

“Oh my god, he just squirted.” Kaminari stares down at you in wonder as he fucks you, grabbing your cock and pumping it. Your stomach is covered in whatever you let out. Bakugou moves himself down to lick at it, curious to its taste. It’s not pleasant, but not unpleasant either. 

And the blond is hard, impatient for his turn. As much as he wants to fuck you properly, he needs release. He turns your head to face him, his cock gently slapping against your face. Your mouth is already open and he begins to slide it inside. The moans and sobs you make vibrate around his cock, making him feel amazing. It’s difficult to keep himself from fucking your face like you did with Kaminari but he knows that a slow pace is better. 

The head of his cock presses against the back of your throat and you gag before he pushes deeper. Your face meets his pelvis for a few seconds before he pulls out. Bakugou is looking down at you as your eyes flutter closed, mouth stretched to fit his cock inside of it. You look so cute, so eager to please him. Your head must be a mess right now. 

“Damn, I’m cumming already. This is amazing.” 

The blond fucking your ass stills inside you, cum filling you. Sero is still going, his pace slow and deep. He’s nowhere near done and has more stamina than the other three. Taking it slow and thoroughly enjoying the warmth of your ass is how he wants to go. 

More cum leaks out of your cock and finally, the rod is pulled out. Cum practically pours out once the rod is fully out. It pools on your stomach and mixes with the fluids from your squirting. 

Your head is a mess, a haze of pleasure. You don’t know what’s going on besides how good you feel from all of them. You don’t care anymore. They can do whatever they want with you. 

[kpop---scenarios]

Cravings || One

Pairing: Vampire! Hongjoong x Reader

Warning: None Yet

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: If you would like to be tagged, let me know!

"Babe, hey babe." Your boyfriend, Chad calls out to you, as you're sitting at the kitchen table, running over over bills again and trying to figure out how the fuck you're going to try to pay everything. You worked damn hard, and barely had anything to show for it. Ever since Chad had moved in a few months ago, without an invitation, you were stressed. Everything had gone up and doubled since he hadn't left, and he also hadn't contributed anything financially towards the household. You paid for rent, utilities, groceries and you even paid when the two of you went out for dinner. Chad worked full time, but where his money was going, you had no fucking idea. He constantly went out with his 'boys' , often coming home obliterated, and just expecting you to have your legs spread open for him when he rolled in, apparently that was your duty as his girlfriend, according to him. As if not contributing and acting like a man child was such a turn on. Not to mention the countless hours he spent on your gaming console, yelling and talking to his friends, leaving you no time to play any games that you like, unless you wanted to wake up a few hours before you had to work to sneak on it. But by the time you got home from work, cleaned up the messes he made throughout the day, made yourself dinner, showered and got into your PJ'S, you were too damn tired to do anything. You knew you had to wake up the next day and do it all over again, so any sleep you got was precious. 

A part of you often wondered why you were in this relationship with him. Maybe you were scared to be alone, maybe you didn't think you could do any better than him, but you stuck with him, because for some reason, you loved the guy. 

"What do you want, Chad?" You sigh, walking into the living room where he's sprawled out on the couch, headset on and his match paused. "I'm trying to figure out bills, you know that thing that keeps us warm, and with light and hot water, that you said you'd help pay and haven't." 

"Yeah, babe, can you go to the corner store and get those Takis, you know the ones I like? The not so spicy ones though babe, cause remember I have acid reflux, and a diet coke." He says, turning back to the screen, laughing at something said through his head phones. 

You could feel the rage building up inside of you, awfully quick, and it was seeping out of you even quicker.

"Are you going to pay for said snacks?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm. 

"What?" He laughs. "Babe, no, come on. I'm broke. I don't get paid again for two weeks. You know this." 

"You just got paid yesterday." You breathe through gritted teeth. "Where the hell did all your money go?" You ask, your hands balled into fists. 

"You know babe, I had the fantasy football league entry, plus I owed Kyle money for the keg bomber last weekend, and I took the boys out for supper yesterday. Shit adds up." He says, never looking at you, only focusing on the game. 

"And that's my problem, why exactly? Why is it always on me just because you're not financially stable. Grow up, you're 35 for christ sakes!" You yell. You stomp to the kitchen, grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes before heading back into the living room. 

"Yeah, she's got her shoes and purse." He laughs. "She's definitely going to get my stuff." 

"You know what Chad? I'm definitely not going to get your snacks, get your own fucking snacks, Chaaad. I'm going for a drink, with my own goddamn money." You spit, storming out of the house. 

You're wandering down the street, like you had been for the last thirty five minutes, and finally you found somewhere that looked decent enough. You walk in, and the lights are on very low, the place is almost dark, had it not been for the red lights swinging above tables, or the string of red lights wrapping around the ceiling. Your eyes wander the open floor of seating as a soft beat vibrates through the building. Every person in here who was sitting with someone was leaning closely to that person, seemingly having an intense conversation. The vibes felt dark and eerie, but you welcomed it, you enjoyed it instead of being around Chad's fuck boy mentality. You walk towards the bar, sliding onto one of the empty bar stools and setting your purse on your lap. Your eyes were looking down when you felt a presence standing in front of you. You look up and see quite possibly the most beautiful man you have ever seen. 

"What can I get for you?" He asks, his voice is deep, yet so smooth and calming.

"Double vodka and coke please, and for the love of god, keep them coming." You sigh. After your comment you see the slightest hint of a smile appear on his lips, disappearing even quicker than it came. 

"Bad day?" He asks, beginning to pour your drink. 

"Bad relationship." You groan. He nods his head as he slides your drink towards you. 

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, leaning on the bar with his chin resting on his hands as he waits for you to speak. You look into his eyes, and they're so warm and mesmerizing, you felt safe and secure, like you could tell him anything. Which is exactly what you did.

"What's your name?" You ask. 

"Hongjoong." He replies. "You?" 

"Y/N." 

"Okay Y/N, what's bothering you?" 

"My boyfriend, we've been together for just over a year, and well.. he's something, and not the good something like people usually say. He moved in with me, without even asking me if I wanted to, and I just kind of accepted it. He doesn't pay anything, no bills, rent, groceries, nothing. It's all on me, even though he does work full time. He forgot my birthday, went out and got absolutely plastered with his 'boys'. On Valentine's Day, he took me out for dinner, and can you guess who was there?" You ask. 

"His boys?" He answered. 

"You sir, are correct. I was ignored the entire evening, and then he and his boys left, I ended up paying the bill, and I had to uber home because he had driven us there. Not to mention the fact that he assumes I'm just there for his pleasure, expecting me to be spread eagle for him whenever he decides to show up." You finish, chugging your drink as you try not to gag on the strong taste of vodka. 

"Why are you with him then? He doesn't sound like he contributes to the relationship at all, so why do you stay?" He asks. 

'Honestly, I'm not entirely sure." You answer as he slides another drink in front of you.

"Now that's a bullshit excuse." He replies. "There's a reason that you clearly don't want to admit." 

"Do you ever smile?" You ask him. 

"No." He answers. "Now, why won't you leave him?" 

"Because it's safe, I guess? I don't know if I can do any better than him." You shrug. 

"Y/N, you have no idea how much better you could do." He says. 

** 

From the moment Hongjoong had a whiff of the scent that was coming into his bar, he knew that it was the scent of the one. He intensely watched the door, waiting for the one it belonged too to walk through the door. As soon as you did, it was almost as though his heart could have started beating once again, the ice cold blood that ran through his body could have turned warm just by the sight of you. He isn't sure what it is about you, but he had always been told that he would know when he found the one, and having been alive for over a century, he had just assumed that it wasn't in the cards for him, and now he knows why. Because all his life he had been waiting for you. The person that he would do anything for, the person that he would be anything for had finally walked into his life, and for once he felt an ounce of hope, until, you had mentioned the filthy human you were in a relationship with, not to mention one that treated you like absolute garage, and you had assumed that no one better would love you, but shit were you ever wrong. He was standing right in front of you, and though you had just met him, he loved you with everything he had and would do anything and everything to protect you. 

**

"I appreciate your advice, Hongjoong, but it's getting late and I have to work tomorrow." You sigh. "How much do I owe you?" You ask, grabbing your card from your wallet. 

"It's on me." He tells you, grabbing your empty glass.

"Well thank you." You smile. "It was nice meeting you." You tell him as you slide off the stool. 

"You too." He says, watching you walk away from him. 

That night when you got home, you couldn't get Hongjoong off your mind, a smile spread across your face as you walked through your front door, and headed into the living room, then it instantly dropped. Chad had not moved from the spot you had previously left him in a few hours ago. "Oh, babe." He says, sucking the cheeto dust from his fingers. "Kyle brought me some snacks, since you threw a huge temper tantrum about my snacks, you can just venmo or cash app him, k?" He says, going back to playing his game. 

You went to bed that night, dreaming of one man, who was not your man. 

**

Over the next few weeks, you had absolutely no desire to be at home. So you headed to the bar that Hongjoong worked at, everyday after work for a drink, or two, or four. In those weeks the two of you spent an ample amount of time getting to know each other, you were sure he knew you better than Chad ever did.  You didn't want to see Chad, you didn't want to be near him and it was bad enough that he constantly texted you throughout the day, sending you lists of things to buy from the grocery store, as if he wasn't able to do it himself. But much to your surprise, he didn't text you when you never came home with his snacks, he didn't check in with you throughout the day, and honestly it no longer bothered you. 

You felt your feelings for Hongjoong deepen with every encounter the two of you had, every time you saw him it was like nothing you had ever felt with Chad, your emotions were amplified around Hongjoong and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep them hidden. 

"One more." You tell Hongjoong, as you set down your fourth glass. 

You can tell he wants to smile, but he's too good at controlling his emotions. "You've had enough, I'm cutting you off." He tells you. 

You pout, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but absolutely nothing got to the man and it was frustrating as fuck. 

"A bad storm is coming, you should probably get home." He tells you, drying off some glasses. 

"I don't want to go home, he's there." You scoff, just thinking about Chad made you want to vomit. "I guess I could just get a motel room, at that place across the street." You say, pointing over to the run down motel, that had flickering lights, and probably a rat and cockroach infestation. 

"You will do no such thing." Hongjoong replies. "You can stay at my place." He says. "Give me a minute." He walks from around the bar, towards the back of the building, and you can't help but to turn in your stool and watch him walk away, damn he looks good. 

Within seconds he's back, grabbing your bag and scooping you up into his arms as he effortlessly carries you out the door. 

"I can walk." You object. 

"I know." He says, his face stone cold. 

"You're very pale." You tell him, as if he didn't know. 

"I know." He replies, unlocking the door to his car. 

"And you're very cold." You say. 

He sighs. "I know." He finishes as he slides you into the passenger seat of his car. 

As soon as he started his car, the rain began pouring as thunder and lightning jolted the sky. 

"You were right, there's a storm." You say, watching out your window. 

"I know." He replies, this time it sounded different. You turned to look at him, hoping you'd catch him smiling but no such luck. 

He continues driving, taking you out into the middle of nowhere, out of city limits, this was it, this was probably when you died. You panicked slightly but you felt it in your entire body that he was not going to murder you, at least not that night. 

Hongjoong pulls up to a gate, punching in a few numbers to open the gate, which just blocked off a winding road. You squinted as you tried to see where you were going but it was far too dark for you to see anything, until you pulled up to a beautiful mid-century mansion that made your mouth drop. It was absolutely stunning and you couldn't believe that he lived there. 

"Seriously? This is where you live?" You say. 

"MY family, but yeah." He answers, parking the car near the entrance. 

He hops out of his seat, walking towards your side to open the door for you, pulling you inside before you get too wet. He dragged you up a large flight of stairs, not letting you admire the inside of his house. He put you inside a large room, with a large bed and a bathroom ensuite. "There's towels if you want to shower, I'll be back in a bit to check on you." He says, avoiding all eye contact before walking out of the room. 

You let out a deep breath as you take off your heels, unbutton your pants and unhook your bra, placing it all next to the bed. You sit down on the bed in your underwear and t-shirt, wondering what to do, until your phone rings. 

Looking at the caller ID, you didn't want to answer it, but you felt it would be unfair for you to do so. 

"Hello?" You answer. 

"Hey babe, it's me.. it's Chad." He says. 

"I know who it is." You sigh. 

"Look.. I know you've been terrible, oh, wait, I mean I've been terrible in our relationship lately but I want to make almonds." He says. "No idiot, it's amends." You hear from the background. 

"Are you kidding me right now? Do you seriously have Brad over to help you?" You yell. 

"Well yeah, he noticed that we were drifting apart and offered to help me get you back." Chad explains. 

You get up off the bed, pacing on the hardwood floors as you tried to process what he just said to you. 

"The fact that you didn't even notice that we were drifting apart is all that I need to hear. You know what, Chad? I'm done. I'm done with this relationship, I'm done with you. Just get out of my apartment, I'm over it." You yell, hanging up the phone. 

You stand there, taking deep breaths as you replay the conversation you just had, he didn't even care enough to notice that you'd been pulling away. That kind of hurt, but then again it was Chad. He was never very perceptive. 

A knock at the door before it suddenly opens, reveals Hongjoong, walking into the room. He tried to play it cool with the fact that you were practically naked in front of it. 

"I heard yelling. You okay?" He asks as lightning strikes, causing the power to flicker. 

"Chad called, he had his friend Brad over to feed him lines because Brad noticed we were drifting apart." You explain. "But I did it. I ended things." You proudly admit. 

"Good for you." He says, staring at you, while you stare back at him. A crack of thunder hits loudly, making you jump, and within seconds Hongjoong's arms are wrapped around you, like he was protecting you. You look at him and he looks at you, and before you can tell yourself not to, your lips are pressed against him, and he is kissing you back. 

The kiss turns passionate and needy in seconds, both of your desires for one another coming out without any control. He moves you both to the bed, laying you down as he hovers over you, his strong arms keeping him above you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling his body closer to yours, feeling him near was all you'd wanted. His ice cold fingers touch your stomach as he begins to lift your shirt up, you can feel his cock slowly becoming harder. You begin lifting his shirt, when his phone rings. He stands up, whispering an apology before answering his phone, barely speaking any words. 

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I have some things to take care of." He says. 

"Oh, yeah, no problem." You say, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Get some sleep." He tells you before walking out of the bedroom door, leaving you alone once again. 

You tried to fight the exhaustion you felt, but it was far too hard. You got snuggled underneath the blankets, watching the door, hoping he would come back but your eyelids got too heavy for you to keep open, and you swiftly drifted off to sleep, finally feeling some peace. 

**

The warm sun was shining into the room, waking you up. You let out a little stretch before opening your eyes, only to see five men standing around you. You sit up, moving to the wall, as these men stare at you. You looked at them all, and they all looked similar to Hongjoong. Pale skin, dark eyes, dark head, blood red lips. 

"Who are you?" One of them asks. 

"Y/N." You whisper. 

Another one speaks up, looking at the other four men. "Who the fuck brought a human home?" 

[moonbaby26]

gif by @kilruas

Title: The Arrangement (Parts 1 and 2)

Pairings: Shota Aizawa x Fem!Reader, Hawks x Fem!Reader, Dabi x Fem!Reader (All to different degrees, and some are only one sided.)

Summary: You were a relatively unknown pro hero and Eraserhead’s girlfriend. Some rare alone time with him was all you’d wanted. But in an instant, everything is changed. A violent nomu attack and a fateful confrontation with Dabi put you headfirst into the darker side of hero work and the complications that Hawks already knew far too well.

Notes: *spoilers through season 5 of the anime*

Warnings: Cursing, blood, violence, serious injuries, angst.

My Masterlist

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Hoshi City - Friday, late afternoon

The air was crisp, with a little bit of breeze moving between the buildings. It was supposed to be the coldest temperature of the winter season thus far tonight.

But you were smiling as a small child passing by bundled up in their stroller waved out to the two of you on your patrol. Your partner Quake waved cheerfully to the child and their mother as well before he looked back to you.

“So you finally got Eraser to say yes, huh?” The tall, muscular hero asked with a little surprise.

“Well I’ve been wanting to go to that restaurant with him since they opened. I love Italian food, but it’s kind of hard to find the real thing around here you know?” You’d been bugging Aizawa for a very long while about it, yes. But he was always so busy with his work at UA. You understood of course, but sometimes it was just nice to have a chance to play at being a normal couple for once.

“He’s coming in tonight to stay for the whole weekend this time.” You added a bit proudly. It really had been ages since you could last say that. “So we’ll go there to that Italian place for dinner later. And I’m going to try and get him to keep his laptop closed Saturday as well to go out on patrol with me.” Honestly you were almost more excited about that idea than the actual dinner too. Because working together in the field just brought out a whole other level of trust and intimacy. One you missed experiencing with him ever since he left full time hero work to become a teacher really.

You were so thankful that your normal teammates were this flexible too. Yet you still asked one more time regardless. “And you’re sure that you’re okay going solo for tonight’s patrol though?” There were only three of you normally at your small hero agency. Yourself, Quake, and Sunstar. But Sunstar had had her sister’s wedding to go to out of the country this week. She still wouldn’t be back until tomorrow morning.

Quake just scoffed however. “I’ll be fine. Just as long as I can get some sleep once Sunny’s back in. Remember, Maya’s birthday party is Sunday afternoon too. And my wife’s still wanting me to help with the party setup.”

Maya was Quake’s oldest daughter, and you still couldn’t believe she was already going to be six years old. You remembered when she was just a babbling little rolly-polly ball of a baby. It was amazing how time flew.

“You should bring Eraser by the party if he’s still in town by then. He likes kids on cupcake and fruit punch sugar highs right?” Quake added with a chuckle, of course already knowing that statement was actually somewhat based in truth. Despite the harsh exterior, Eraser definitely had a soft spot for children.

And your smirk in response made it obvious that you knew all too well what topic was then coming next.

“You really need about four or five of your own you know? You two have been dating long enough to know if it’s for real by now. I mean, come on.” Quake teased a little.

You didn’t mind the bit of ribbing. Quake’s heart was always in the right place. He just didn’t want to see anyone waste their time was all. But you and Eraser’s careers still always seemed to get in the way in the end. “You realize how long I had to work on him just to convince him he was ready to get his own cat, right?” You asked somewhat seriously.

But Quake only laughed. “Or maybe you two just adopt Eri for real one day, instead of passing her around the UA staff like you have been. You adore her don’t you? She needs a set of loving, permanent parents. And Shinso is already in as the big brother role right? Might as well keep him too.”

“We can’t just kidnap a teenager! Hitoshi does have his own family you know.” You laughed a little at that. “And yeah, of course Eri deserves the world after all she’s been through,” You agreed. “But…” Were you really good enough for her? “How do you even know when you’re capable of being a good parent?”

“Oh, that answer’s easy.” Quake replied immediately. “You’re never ready. You’re never good enough. Never. But you keep improving. You get through it together one day at a time. You love them and you do the best you can. Just like hero work. You’ll win some days, and fall short on others. But you just keep moving forward. You’re their protector and biggest cheerleader for the rest of your life. That’s the important part.”

You sighed a little. “And who made you so damn inspirational today anyway?”

“It was the street tacos we had for lunch. Well, your lunch and my breakfast since I slept in to cover for you tonight of course. But I swear cilantro makes me more thoughtful!” He joked.

“Okay, there’s the weird Quake I know. He’s back now.” You were smirking again, the two of you just stepping off the curb and onto a crosswalk then when you saw that first blur in your peripheral vision.

Coming down the street like a missile, it was locked onto the both of you as your muscles started to tense. In fractions of a second, almost involuntarily, you had made a large shield of light as protection. While Quake had lifted up the pavement just with his mind to do the same. Dirt, concrete, and asphalt rose simultaneously to shoot up into a defensive wall alongside your light.

But the monster only slammed into both those barriers with no hesitation, creating a shockwave that blew out all windows in a three block radius.

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UA High School

The chalk squeaked as it cut across the blackboard. It was the last minutes of the last lecture of the afternoon, and Aizawa knew without even looking back that too many in his class were already mentally elsewhere. Teenagers now thinking of their Friday night soon ahead, daydreaming pitifully as if they hadn’t cumulatively turned in the worst excuses for mission debriefing paperwork he’d ever seen earlier.

The paper pushing side of things might not be as flashy a part of the job. But if you couldn’t outline proper mission reports, and the Hero Commission ever had to question or kick back your agency’s filings one too many times, you could quickly find yourself without any income at all.

He was writing out the key points of this yet again on the board, this time with references for mandatory readings over the weekend on how the Hero Commission processed and divvied up hero salaries based on multiple factors of your submissions when the most obnoxious pop song erupted as a ringtone from one corner of the class.

The embarrassed squeal of Mina Ashido and the terrified rummaging through her backpack that followed was finally enough to have Eraser then glaring back over his shoulder.

“Idiot,” Bakugo grumbled under his breath, yet with a smirk that announced his clear anticipation of whatever punishment may befall her. This class was finally getting a little more interesting in his opinion.

“I forgot to turn it back off after break! I’m so sorry!” The pink skinned girl apologized loudly to both Aizawa and her equally disappointed looking class president Tenya Iida, even as she shot a glare in return to the smug Bakugo before looking back to the front of the class. “It was an accident, Mr. Aizawa, I swear, I-”

But before Eraserhead had even decided the suitable punishment, he saw her expression completely change as her eyes really met the phone’s screen.

“Mina?” Her friend Uraraka asked a little more worriedly, quickly picking up on that expression as well.

“It’s a news alert.” Mina blurted, standing up suddenly as she continued to read the message, scrolling quickly. “Another nomu attack! Two nomus! It’s happening right now!”

And it was like a wave of invisible energy ignited through the room at those words, palpable as the other students tensed and many left their own seats to start crowding her to be able to read the alert as well.

“We’ll kill them all this time! Dumb bastards! Where are they!?” Bakugo nearly took her phone from her as he rushed up, but she twisted her body quickly away from him.

“It’s-” She paused again when another awful realization struck her as she continued to read. But her anxious eyes rose back to Aizawa soon enough as she had to tell him. “It’s Hoshi City.”

The room fell briefly silent as he just stared back at her.

“That’s where Ms. (Y/N)’s agency is.” Midoriya mumbled nervously though, unable to help himself. But he kept going even though they could all still hear him. “It’s a smaller city, surrounded by rural areas. Her agency is the only one within a very wide range, there would be no backup immediately available. They don’t even have any sidekicks as the crime rate there doesn’t warrant more than three pro heroes normally. But she said Sunstar was going to be on vacation this week, so that only leaves Ms. (Y/N) and Quake, they-”

The hit was audible as Bakugo slapped the back of the muttering teen’s head hard enough to interrupt him. “Shutup, you weirdo! You think we don’t know that!?”

But instead of being angry at the cheap shot, Midoriya only looked ashamed for a moment as he realized how insensitive it might have been to reiterate all that aloud.

Yet the tension simply grew as Aizawa’s neutral expression and continued silence betrayed very little. Only if the students were truly observant would they have noticed the new tension in him. His body wanted to fight, he actually wanted to move immediately.

“Class is dismissed.” He announced coldly. “I will notify another teacher to escort you to your dorms. This attack may only be a distraction, or the first of multiple. I’m sure the principal will decide to put UA on lockdown momentarily.”

“But we can’t just do nothing!” Kirishima cried out, no longer able to contain himself as they all watched Aizawa moving towards the door.

“Iida, you’re responsible until another teacher arrives.” Was all Aizawa answered though, his focus now singular and far away from this room as his pace quickened.

Iida only hesitated briefly before responding forcefully though, “Yes…yes, sir!” and then Aizawa was gone.

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Eraserhead was already in a full run as soon as the door to his classroom had closed behind him. His mind was calculating every possible option of how he could get to you. But each was only a dead end.

Even by bullet train it was still a forty minute trip. And the next train didn’t leave for over an hour. He was supposed to have been on that train tonight actually.

You shared his faculty apartment here with him on campus occasionally, even doing guest lectures and trainings with the students at times. But you also had your own apartment near your agency. You’d wanted him to come stay there with you this weekend, having worn him down about finally having a little personal time together again.

As he rounded the blind corner in the hallway, he had to quickly slide, dodging Present Mic in an instant as the two nearly collided. The other pro hero had been in full run as well. And by the expressions that the two old friends traded in that single moment, they both knew the other was already fully aware of the situation.

“We can take my car!” Mic said quickly, grabbing Aizawa briefly by the forearm.

“We’ll only get stuck on the highway.” Eraser rejected the idea immediately. It was late Friday afternoon. Businesses and schools would all be closing now, everyone getting on the road at the same time to commute home. Not all the roads from here to there even had emergency lanes. There’d be no way quickly through.

But his face was finally starting to betray more emotion as he could see that fear also mirrored behind Mic’s yellow tinted glasses. “Mic, we can only try to call in help for them. It’s all we can do.” It had to be someone who could fly, someone who could cross large distances in a short time.

He started to move again, continuing to his original destination of the teachers’ group office. Where their computers and hardline phones were. But he kept talking to Mic even as they now ran together. “Is it on television yet?”

“No idea, I was in class too. Midnight called my cell, asked me where you were. She was with some kids down at the gym. She’s coming back. I don’t know if-”

Principal Nezu’s calm voice interrupted over the intercom. “Attention staff and students, due to a confirmed and ongoing nomu attack in Hoshi precinct, UA is now on lockdown. Staff, please assist in escorting all students back to their dorms for the evening. We will report any further news as needed. Thank you.”

“I’ll text Midnight back, let her know to get our classes too for us,” Mic spoke quickly, already typing on his phone even in mid run.

As they did finally reach the group office and flung the door open, the mouse like Principal was there standing on a table as he lowered the microphone he’d just been speaking through.

All Might was there as well, his thin, drawn face looking immediately to Aizawa with concern even as the other passed right by him.

“Has someone already called Endeavor? Dragoon?” Aizawa asked as he went quickly to his own computer to start pulling up the direct hero agency hotlines that only the Hero Commission, schools like UA, and the police had access to for the most critical emergencies. Those numbers rang straight through and were always answered no matter what, unlike the public lines that may wait indefinitely in queue depending on current call volume.

“We did.” The Principal answered easily. “Endeavor’s personal vendetta against the nomus had him already on the way even before our call. But with the large distance he has to cover from his home city, his agency still estimated his flight time as over twenty minutes.”

“And Dragoon?” Eraser asked even as his eyes didn’t leave his computer screen, scrolling through the database for more flighted heroes that might be close enough to matter.

“She said she’d do her best. She was off the mainland, on an island mission when I called her.” All Might answered as well. “But she had a lot of open ocean to cross.”

“What about Hawks?” Mic butted in, even though he was now across the room turning on the massive flat screen television on the wall and starting to flip through the news channels.

Nezu frowned slightly. “His agency left him a voicemail for us on his cell phone. They didn’t know where he was currently. He didn’t pick up.”

“Typical, lazy ass flyboy!” Mic complained, even as he finally found a channel with a breaking news alert scrolling across the bottom and stopped on it.

“Here at channel 9 evening news, we have our helicopter en route to the remote scene! But as you can see from our local affiliate already on the ground, the damage is widespread for this normally quiet city!” A female news anchor called out excitedly as a shaky camera shot cut to a live street view of the small downtown area.

There was a haze of concrete dust still in the air, the exteriors of the buildings clearly cracked and windows shattered. Water shot out from broken water mains and pipes, while cars were strewn about up and down the street like used up toys.

Aizawa, Mic, All Might, and Nezu were all staring at the screen now, immediately analyzing the sight from so many combined years of experience. They could all envision the kind of quirks that could carve such a violent path.

But imagination became reality as the news anchor kept on while the camera view abruptly changed again.

“What you’re seeing now was sent in to us only moments ago, recorded earlier from a citizen’s phone not long after the initial attack! We apologize for any language or upsetting images. This is unedited footage!”

But any apology was just a mockery of course, as if these vultures didn’t live and die by the blood that spattered their camera lenses at times. Being the first to show something was often far more important than it being right or even decent to show to the general public.

Yet it was also undeniable that no one could have looked away either. Aizawa felt a tightening in his chest as he first heard your voice screaming from that TV screen for the people to get back.

The cellphone view was bouncing violently around as if its user was running as told, a metallic sound screeching in the distance before a car almost crushed him. The gnarled up vehicle flew past to crash right in front of him on the pavement as he cursed and slid.

But even through that shaky footage, Aizawa saw the distortion of one of your force fields. It was no off chance that the car had missed the man. You had protected him as it’d bounced off your field before meeting the pavement in front of him.

Yet now the man was somewhat trapped, his main path to escape blocked as he turned the camera skyward. “Holy shit!” The man cried as the blur of you and a crimson red nomu went over head to crash down into the storefront beside him, more glass and debris exploded outward with the force before the fight spilled back out into the street.

It was obvious that this wasn’t actually the beginning of the fight.

Aizawa stood now, taking in every additional detail as the camera got its first full shot of you then. Your costume was already badly torn and dirtied, your mask half missing and blood running readily down your face. But both your eyes were open, that unfaltering focus glowing in them as you dodged the monster’s next strike, then landing hit after hit of your own on it before you took to the sky once more.

You wanted it to follow you. Aizawa knew that immediately. You couldn’t fight as hard as you needed to with so many people and buildings still around.

But then there was the second nomu, solid black as it entered the frame as well. They were hunting you in tandem, like wolves encircling prey as they chased your already injured form into the sky and out of the shot again.

“Where’s her partner?” All Might asked aloud, but like all of them was surely already afraid of that answer.

“I know him. His hero mame is Quake,” Eraser answered, his scowl deepening as this anger grew. “If he was still able to move at all, he wouldn’t let her face this alone.”

“Goddammit,” Mic hissed, “He’s got a wife and kids too doesn’t he?”

“Three daughters.” Aizawa replied as the dread in the room deepened.

“But he’s alive!” Midoriya’s sudden voice intruded as all the teachers looked to the doorway in surprise.

“We were asked to wait for a teacher to escort us back to our dorms!” Iida yelled, hands physically on Midoriya as he tried to pull him back out of the room.

Yet the other students seemed to be ignoring Iida entirely as Bakugo stepped in next, forcing his way past the both of them. “Round face found another video on her phone. The nomus broke that earth quirk guy’s back, so (Y/N) had to leave him.”

Uraraka ignored Bakugo’s rude nickname for her as she entered the room too, but at least a little more meekly. “Quake has a rock dome up protecting the other side of town where they evacuated most of the people to. (Y/N) helped him to that safer spot and then led the nomus away.”

“You really do have the most insubordinate class, Aizawa.” Nezu commented in his odd, light tone.

Iida and Momo Yaoyoruzu were the only ones that looked properly ashamed at the principal’s comment however as the rest of class 1-A just filtered into the room.

“Well you can’t expect us just to stand around like a bunch of extras when shit is hitting the fan!” Bakugo growled.

Mic rolled his eyes even as All Might tried to hurry over to help control the situation. “Young Midoriya and young Bakugo, we must really insist that you go back to the dorms for your own safety in case another attack occurs. I’ll escort you!”

“But can she hold two of them off on her own or not?” Bakugo only asked instead as cold and serious as anything as he ignored the skinny All Might’s pleas. Bakugo’s eyes were focused on Aizawa only.

“Kacchan!” Midoriya admonished in shock and dismay at the harsh question.

Eraser’s glare moved onto Bakugo briefly, but not because of the impertinent question. The boy was right to be so disatisfied. Aizawa also hated that he could do nothing more for you than be here right now. And he hadn’t seen any flighted hero in the registry that could possibly get there any faster than Endeavor or Hawks now. Though why wouldn’t Hawks answer his agency’s calls? But that’s when he did have at least one other idea.

Weak, like grasping at straws, but he would do or try anything if it meant saving more lives, including your own. “Tokoyami!” Aizawa called out suddenly, disregarding Bakugo fully as Tokoyami only looked up in surprise at his name.

Aizawa’s voice was now fully commanding, leaving no question that this was an order as he continued. “Get your phone out and you tell Hawks to go to Hoshi city. Now.”

Nezu, All Might, and Mic all looked at Aizawa curiously. But it was only Nezu who smiled a little as Tokoyami frantically began texting as told.

Aizawa was very clever in guessing others’ weaknesses after all. And sometimes in emergencies even heroes could find their own manipulative sides.

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Unknown location

Hawks groaned a little, feet dangling off from the ledge of the cell phone tower he now sat upon. The cold wind was cutting across his face as he read through Tokoyami’s increasingly pleading messages. Putting his phone on do not disturb after his agency’s first calls to him didn’t seem to be quite enough.

-You’re the only one fast enough to help now. Endeavor is coming from farther away, he likely won’t be there in time. Please answer.

-I know you always have your phone on you.

-Hawks, please. We all know her at UA. She doesn’t deserve this. No backup is close. She’s fighting them all alone.

Okay, so yes, his little bird of the night tag along had become slightly more than just a tool for getting information on UA as of late.

They’d spent just enough time together that Hawks might say he did care a bit about what happened to the kid by now.

But how could he explain to his teenage work study protege that they had no idea the political minefield they were now asking him to dive headfirst into? After Endeavor’s previous fight with the nomu that Hawks had secretly instigated and thereby had a front row seat for, the Hero Commission had explicitly asked him to keep his wings out of any further nomu instances for a while.

They didn’t want him to draw too much suspicion and risk his double agent status with the former League of Villains, now the Paranormal Liberation Front. There was too much to lose with him being the commission’s only informant and possible way to stop the coming war before it started.

Dabi and the others were only just starting to let him further into their organization. Everything was up to him in not taking a severe misstep now.

The phone only vibrated yet again though.

-Hawks. I probably shouldn’t even tell you this, but you’re always asking about my class. She’s also the romantic partner of my teacher Mr. Aizawa. Her loss would devastate him. I know it would even if he isn’t open about it. If there’s anything you can do at all. Please do!

“Romantic…partner?” Hawks’ gloved hand covered his face briefly in secondhand embarrassment as he spoke aloud to himself. “God…Tokoyami. Just say girlfriend, fuckbuddy…whatever. They shack up, they sleep together.” It happened in the hero community probably far more than anyone cared to admit.

But Eraserhead, seriously? There was a girl out there who had decided that out of all the heroes, that was the bed she wanted to hang around in? Really? Hawks’ curiosity was actually almost peaked now as to what kind of woman that could possibly be. Because he couldn’t imagine such a creature in his mind’s eye.

He almost started to type back reflexively before he stopped himself.

Wait…no. Oh, no this was bad. Was he really considering-

But how many people would have died the day Endeavor was attacked by the high end nomu if Hawks hadn’t been there to pull everyone out of the collapsing buildings?

Was this really okay?

A hero all by herself. A distress signal sent multiple times, and him here pretending that he couldn’t even hear it.

Ah…

……

….

Fuck it. He was still a hero wasn’t he? Even if things were complicated, if he could save someone, he had to try. He’d just have to weasel his way out of getting into real trouble with the Hero Commission later.

Hawks finally texted Tokoyami back as he stood then, wings spreading into the lowering sun.

-Eraser has a GF??? That I’ve got to see. I was patrolling in a cell service dead zone. And I try not to text and fly. I’ll do what I can. I’m sure I can beat old man Todoroki in a race to get there at least.

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Hoshi City Outskirts

You were panting, forcing yourself back to standing through the incredible pain. You’d carried the fight to these fields outside of the city. The surroundings were gently rolling hills that flowered in the spring, but were still covered with soft winter grasses now as both nomus dove for you yet again with unreal speed.

They never seemed to tire, even as you steadily did.

The sun was getting lower and lower, the sky darkening in increments under an already overcast sky as you took yet another brutal hit that you couldn’t dodge quickly enough. You could hear cracking each time the blows connected.

Your bones were fracturing, the taste of blood strong in your mouth as you spit out some more of that red liquid as a mist in midair.

Your light energy wasn’t endless. Even with some sunlight still left for you to reabsorb, you couldn’t replenish the energy as fast as you were having to use it. And despite taking the beating that you now were, you still tried to hold some power in reserve instead of using it all for shielding.

If you used it all up now and still failed to stop the nomus, they’d only return to the city to finish what they’d started there.

You could still remember the furious look in Quake’s eyes as you’d had to leave him behind with his broken body. He hadn’t wanted you to go and take the enemy on alone. He’d begged you not to take such a risk.

But you’d only yelled back at him that there was no other option. Too many would have died in the city had you not drawn the nomus away. Maybe Quake’s own family among them if you hadn’t left when you did. The local hospital that his wife worked at and the elementary school that his children attended had been so near the original attack scene.

Yes, with every fiber of your being you were only trying to stall for time. Not for you, but for everyone else. There was no other way.

Yet you hadn’t considered that anyone save another pro hero would be foolish enough to follow you out here now.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you first heard that beat of helicopter blades.

Both nomus turned their heads at the sound, and you knew instantly that your plan had just changed entirely as your heart sank.

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UA High School

“Hawks is on his way now.” Tokoyami affirmed, though still looking as uneasy as everyone else.

Mic huffed, still frustrated it’d take that long for any pro hero to respond regardless. “What kind of idiot ignores direct emergency line calls from his own agency to begin with?”

“Hawks is young, but he’s still the number two hero for a reason.” All Might offered, trying to keep the atmosphere from turning any more negative than it already was.

“Yeah, and that reason is just because you retired!” Mic grumbled. “That and people dig his stupid flyboy look for whatever reason.”

“Says the other guy with yellow glasses and in your face blonde hair…seriously Mic?” Midnight chastised as she entered the room. She understood all too well the stress here, but this kind of bickering wasn’t going to help anyone.

But she wasn’t alone. After having left the other students (except class 1-A obviously) at the dorms with Vlad King, Cementoss, and other faculty to protect them, she’d had one student that had insisted in coming back to be here with Aizawa instead.

Her heart couldn’t say no either to that request as Hitoshi Shinso moved from her side to rush to his mentor Eraserhead.

Neither of those two knew what to say to one another however as they exchanged looks.

“Eri is safe with Mirio, Nejire, and Tamaki in the third year dorms,” Midnight added.

But before anything else could be said, the news anchor’s voice grew excited and louder once more. “And our helicopter has now reached the active battleground! The remaining hero is standing her ground against the two nomus! After All Might’s final battle in Kamino and Endeavor’s brutal fight in Hosu, we have upgraded our former traffic helicopters with the latest in HD cameras and long distance specialty microphones than can filter out even the unwanted sounds of the helicopter!”

It was sickening. Even now they were still advertising their equipment for their own ratings sake.

But this fight wasn’t the same as in Kamino or Hosu. In both those instances All Might and Endeavor, the strongest heroes of the modern age, had been the villains’ only targets.

By contrast, you were not famous. You were not a symbol. You were only another hero in their way as the monsters’ attention had instantly shifted to the noisy helicopter at its arrival.

And that was the first moment that Aizawa’s anger and adrenaline had faltered to fall into real fear. The notion of losing you had been lurking underneath all along of course. He knew all too well that nomus fought to kill. He knew what was at stake for you.

But when you’d been fighting alone, you still could have chosen to escape with some breath left in your body at the last moment, it still could have been an option in the end.

Now that door had been closed. You would have to defend those in the helicopter as well. It was no different than if Eri had been standing suddenly in that field, or Shinso, or anyone else that you cared about. Even if that news crew were strangers to you, you would not value your life as worth more than their own. Because he knew you.

You would sacrifice yourself.

Aizawa heard one of the female students gasp as you’d struck the red nomu out of the sky with a sudden, brilliant white blast of energy just before the monster had reached the helicopter.

“Fucking media assholes!” Bakugo yelled, clenching his fists as the helicopter still didn’t move any farther away after the near miss.

And no teacher in the room thought to correct his language, only watching that HD live feed together as they all came to silent similar conclusions as Aizawa.

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Hoshi City Outskirts

When you struck one nomu after the other back down with those energy blasts, you felt the ache all the way through your burning muscles. And it was well enough to get their attention again as they launched back at you full force, the sharper claws of the red one nearly meeting your throat.

The energy you used for your attacks was the same that you used to fly with and create your force fields. There was so little left then, even as your body glowed bright white with that energy output in the now setting sun.

You were a guiding light in that moment, a true target for the enemy as you took hit after hit again in order to draw focus away from the helicopter. You only raised thin force fields brief enough to slow what could have otherwise been fatal blows.

But that was still its own damage as well. Few understood the way your force fields really worked. Every hit against them you still felt. That recoil force went through your bones and tissue even as the monsters struck your shields. It reduced the direct damage but only by so much.

Yet you refused to scream or cry. You just had to dig deeper. Before you lost consciousness, before the setting sun left you in darkness with no other real light to take back.

Yes, you were losing strength faster and faster. So everything had to be now. All you had, it had to be now.

They both slammed you down next, into the ground like a meteor coming to earth. You heard and felt your right arm break fully that time.

You could no longer use it as you stared up into the monsters’ dead eyes and open maws of fangs.

You were no All Might. You were no Endeavor. And you would never pretend to be. But everyone needed to remember that outside of those few godlike figures, there were countless more nobodies just like yourself. Heroes that no one worshipped, that no one may ever remember. But in the end, ones who would still give every last bit of their own bodies to defend those who could not defend themselves.

You had no choice. Every time you let the nomus get any distance on you again, if only so you could take a breath, they just went straight for the helicopter to try and kill all those on board.

There was no other way you realized. Two final attacks to try and finish them both. Even if it was gruesome, even if it could cost you everything.

Just this quickly was how fast a life could change.

As your glow grew ever brighter and brighter, you thought more of your family, and all of your friends. You prayed that they could forgive you. If it ended up that this really was the end, you hoped that they would understand that if there had been any other way you would have taken it.

But there was no other way now as your one good arm seared in pain while the last real remnants of your energy overloaded through it.

You forced your bloodied palm upward to splay out against the abdomen of the red nomu, the strongest of the two. And he seemed to realize that something had changed in your intent then.

But it was too late. You did what you had to do, reaching farther into yourself than you ever had before.

The blast of light from your hand was the biggest you could ever remember making. It actually blew through him, viscera and bone vaporizing as the hole was big enough to actually see through before his body crumpled down into the crater that had been made when your own body had last hit the ground.

The black nomu tried to take to the air again then, whether in a surprise burst of self preservation on its own part or just another attempt to go back after the helicopter, it didn’t matter.

You could no longer fly then. And as you staggered forward, raising your barely working arm to him as well, you already knew that you couldn’t make that previous kind of blast twice. But for him you did something equally desperate and horrible in your own mind as you made just enough of a force field with all you had left to enclose around his throat instead as he tried to evade you.

Even if the Hero Commission had approved the destruction of nomus based on the fact that they were more a homunculus of former living body parts than a real human any longer, you still felt sickened as you saw him begin to struggle in midair.

You’d used your fields to capture enemies countless times before, but always alive. Never like this as you clenched your fist as tight as you could with the last of your will, tears edging at the corner of your eyes from the horrific act rather than the pain.

And he only gave one last inhuman cry before his throat collapsed, followed by the audible snapping of his neck vertebrae. His body hit the grass with an anticlimactic thud as you just stood with the cold wind biting across the bloodied scene.

You could have sworn you heard distant cheering from the helicopter then. But in that surreal and terrible moment, you never felt for one moment that you’d actually won.

Somehow your instincts still knew better. Yet there was truly nothing left for you to fight or defend with. You didn’t even know how you were still standing before a razor sharp tendril from the red nomu abruptly pierced through your back and out through the front of your abdomen like a spear.

Your remaining breath left your body at the force of the hit. The pain and shock felt numb and distant however as you saw the monster out the corner of your eye. He was crawling steadily out from the crater behind you even with his entrails still dragging the ground behind him.

So many quirks forced into one undying body…they really were abominations.

He ripped that tendril back out of you just as quickly though as you saw your own blood and tissue splatter to the ground.

Your vision was fading even as you tried to lock your knees to keep from collapsing. The will to live and the adrenaline alone was all that was keeping you here now.

You had failed.

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UA High School

Aizawa was sitting down, as if he wasn’t in this room at all. He looked even paler than usual.

Present Mic was one one side of him, Hitoshi Shinso on the other.

But what could anyone possibly say to him? They’d seen everything. You’d been forced to use your quirk in brutal ways that they knew would still have haunted you even if nothing else had happened after. Yet even in that momentary flirt with victory, it still had been too little, too late.

A shot to the back, through the back that you’d had nothing left to stop.

This could be the last time that anyone would ever see you alive and they all knew it.

All Might couldn’t help but be reminded of his master Nana Shimura’s death as he gritted his teeth, and of his friend Sir Nighteye’s death so much more recently.

Mic and Midnight were thinking of Oboro now. Those same painful feelings resurfacing as well.

It was never right or fair when these things happened.

“Endeavor or Hawks should be close now,” Shinso tried more desperately however, even with his own voice wavering. The silence was just too unbearable otherwise. “They could take her to a hospital, there’s a Level 1 trauma center one town over. It’s the best in the area.”

Mic only gripped Eraser’s shoulder as Aizawa said nothing in return.

Midoriya was looking to All Might now, the beginnings of those tears in the boy’s eyes that the former number one hero had chided him about letting flow too easily so many times before.

But this was not one of those times to hold back emotion. All Might put an arm around Midoriya even while inwardly still praying for some sort of miracle.

But they wouldn’t be called miracles if they happened every day. Hope was almost non existent now.

“The nomu has stopped moving! The crimson nomu that was approaching the badly wounded hero has suddenly stopped!” The reporters broke their own shocked silence to take notice of this.

“And…there’s a fire! There’s a fire in the grass!”

Shoto Todoroki looked back up immediately at that as did all of the room, expecting the orange and red flames of Endeavor and maybe the chance of that last minute rescue after all.

But it was only like another punch to the gut as Bakugo all but snarled in realization. The flames were blue. “That patchwork piece of shit! He just waltzes in at the end again! Fucking coward!”

Aizawa’s quirk activated involuntarily at that, some kind of final emotional reserve breaking within him. His glowing red eyes bored through that screen in such utter internal hatred as his hair lifted up off his shoulders at the sight of Dabi now casually walking towards you.

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Hoshi City Outskirts

Dabi had seen well enough. The sun had set at last, and he knew your time was over.

The nomus were at his command of course. And it was his job to signal when to bring them back or what was left of them anyway. The red one would regenerate fine. The black one whose neck you had snapped might take a little more work. He wasn’t sure if you’d actually killed that one or not. But it didn’t matter. As long as they weren’t completely vaporized like with the Endeavor fight, the parts could all be reused.

The point of all this had actually been to collect more nomu donor pieces. They’d specifically targeted an area that the top ten heroes would have more trouble reaching. If they could defeat some lesser heroes here and there, those heroes’ corpses were like bargain grocery shopping for the doctor.

But then you came along. And things actually got a little interesting.

It’d been a rather good fight really. Not that one sided boring shit like watching All Might in his prime or Endeavor with lesser villains just steamrolling through the opposition.

You’d fought your heart out. And you weren’t even afraid to play dirtier in the end. It still hadn’t worked out for you of course, but Dabi felt compelled to appreciate this a little more up close and personal before the very end.

And he was pleasantly surprised as you lifted your head at his approach. So you could still see and hear even with that amount of blood loss?

“Are you just too stubborn to die or something?” Dabi taunted. One hand in his pocket, but the other still ready to unleash more flames in an instant if needed. For now only a protective ring of fire circled you both to keep that helicopter at a distance.

And he’d seen a lot of faces at the edge of death. Heroes, villains, and nobodies alike who he’d all burned down at one time or another. But there was still something refreshing in that stare of yours even as you didn’t immediately respond to him. You didn’t look hateful, or angry, or even afraid in that moment. There was a calmness. As if you were just what you were and he was what he was. Like any two fated people meeting in this cold, starlit field tonight.

But he still tried again regardless, wanting more reaction. “So was it all worth it, hero? Does throwing your life away really serve that greater good you’ve all been brainwashed to believe in?” He asked cynically even as he knew he really needed to be exiting soon before others finally came.

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You were still standing as he approached. You could hear Dabi’s words, but it was like listening to something far away. Like a television someone had left on in another room. Maybe it was sheer willpower, or maybe your body was on some kind of autopilot now. But you were doing something you’d never done before.

He didn’t seem to notice, because he was watching your face. But even that dark blue light from his flames was giving you something to use. You were taking that light energy and making shields again, but inside yourself. You were holding your own body together, slowing the blood loss with internal pressures applied.

You did choose to try and talk then, to keep his eyes on your lips rather than the faint glow that had to be coming from that hole in your stomach. You covered the wound as much you could with the hand from your unbroken arm.

“I don’t think I’m special…if you’re wanting some kind of valiant speech…forget it.” You breathed.

Why they liked to talk so much sometimes, you’d never understand. But you could oblige if it was buying you even seconds more of time. It seemed futile still, but you owed it to everyone you loved to just keep trying to stay alive until the true end.

“Then why,” he pressed, clearly not satisfied with that. “Why die for nothing?”

“I thought you guys were all about choice…” You met his cold eyes again then. It took so much just to keep forming those words, but you had to do it. “I choose to suffer so that others don’t have to…I can help people. So I do. It’s nothing deeper than that. Life would only feel wasted if I stood aside and did nothing….this is the only thing that does make it right.”

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Dabi didn’t know if these answers made him more frustrated with you or not. It seemed like ages ago now when hero killer Stain’s ideals had first lured him into joining the former League of Villains.

But oddly, he wondered then if Stain himself would have believed your words.

He smirked cruelly even as he felt himself still hesitating. “A hero that doesn’t think they’re special, and wants to suffer just to alleviate burden from others? Sounds a little masochistic don’t you think?”

Actions always spoke louder than words, but he’s the one that had pressed you to talk. It’s not like he could really mock you too much for the simple answers.

He should have already killed you though. He needed to go. Was he really just in this good of a mood after watching your fight? Or did he believe you deep down, and was it that nostalgia for Stain coloring his judgement now?

But hell, even Shigaraki had often spoken about being free to kill the things he didn’t like. Which still implied leaving the far fewer things he did like alive.

Dabi didn’t know you. Not your real name, not anything. But he knew something with potential when he saw it. Something that would still be wasted and wouldn’t exist again if your corpse just went to the doctor’s chop shop to end up as spare parts for the nomus still in progress.

No…he was about to do something impulsive here. Something he might live to regret.

He spoke up again, knowing he could be heard all the while with the communicator they’d given him hidden in his ear. “Ujiko, go ahead and pull us back. She’s not what you were looking for. Leave her here.”

And at that, thick, black substance ran from both nomus’ mouths immediately, the sludge expanding to cover them until they disappeared through those portals.

Dabi could feel the black goop rising in his own throat as well even as the two of you made eye contact once more.

He grinned at you, even as he first heard the flap of large wings in the distance. He really had almost waited too long. But how interesting. Would even Hawks be able to get you help in time? Or was it already too late?

“Good luck.” Dabi growled through the black liquid, a final taunt to you even as he shot a parting burst of flames to incinerate Hawks feathers that tried to reach him as if to stop his escape.

Was it all for show on Hawks’ part? Maybe, maybe not. But if you lived, Dabi already knew what he was going to ask of the winged hero next. An all new test of loyalty with you involved would be something further entertaining at least.

This wasn’t over.

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You could only be left staring as Dabi disappeared just like the nomus through the portal. He could have easily incinerated you as well before leaving for as close as he’d been standing to you. You wouldn’t have been able to make a shield strong or fast enough right now for that level of heat.

But the flames had completely circumvented you as they’d gone for Hawks’ feathers alone.

Why?

“Hey, let’s go.”

You didn’t even realize you were trembling until you felt a heavy jacket suddenly fall around your shoulders. You looked to the source of the new voice, the jacket’s owner actually, just as you were unceremoniously picked up into Hawks’ arms.

Emergencies didn’t really leave time for consent. But it still startled you a little, even as you could tell he was trying not to aggravate the broken parts of you anymore than necessary.

Yet before he could even take off, the news helicopter came nearer than ever before. No doubt wanting this dramatic final shot as your fingers clenched reflexively against his chest.

You’d never even met Hawks before, but you could see the brief annoyance in his eyes as the wind of the helicopter blades forced him to fold his wings around his front to protect you.

Yet that wasn’t the only thing incoming. It looked like a red hot comet streaking in, blinding for a moment in the dark. The number one hero landed only feet away, and even from here you could see the disgust on his own face and feel the heat emanating from his body.

“You let them get away!?” He barked at Hawks.

Despite Endeavor’s harsh reputation, even then you still saw that anger for what it was in the moment. He was furious at himself for clearly being too late.

You thought Hawks understood this too as he didn’t even argue back. Though he was still yelling over the sound of the watching helicopter. “They’re gone! I’m taking her to Tsuki Hospital! Head back into the city, number one! I’m sure others are hurt or worse!”

And with that Hawks took off instantly, but you could tell he still tried to shield you from the cold as he held you close against him.

As you saw Endeavor’s trail of flame launch skyward as well, but in the direction of your city, you could only hope that your sacrifice hadn’t all been in vain. But you couldn’t fall apart any further now with those emotions. You were still concentrating to hold off the blood loss with your quirk as much as you could.

Endeavor’s brief light had even given you a small boost, but it wouldn’t have been possible for him to carry you instead. For as hot as he had to burn to reach his full speed, the heat probably would have killed you outright.

As it was, Hawk was still even faster. That sense of speed of moving with him now was far greater than when you flew on your own. But it was as if the noise of the wind was going in and out after a bit. You realized then that it was actually your sense of hearing that was coming and going. Maybe he sensed your brief losses of consciousness as well as your body shifted against him.

It was a race to get you onto an operating table now before your body completely shutdown.

“Hey! You have to stay awake you know. They’re going to want to interview you tomorrow after some of the pain meds have worn off. You’ll be the new hot item for sure after all this.” He only half joked.

But maybe he saw that bit of odd look you gave him. Not ungrateful for the transport of course, but the last thing you wanted to care about was the media’s future interpretations of your actions today.

Yet Hawks just smiled, it looked cheesy even in the darkness. “Oh, that’s right. You’re Eraserhead’s girlfriend, yeah? I almost forgot. What a weird combination. No offense. So you hate the spotlight too then?”

And that was a comment that actually surprised you. Besides your oldest friends and some of those at UA who couldn’t help but see it, you didn’t broadcast your relationship to the public. It was a choice Aizawa had made from the very beginning. He thought that was the most rational decision to not have that closeness used against you.

“So…is Tokoyami really that much of a gossip then?” You forced yourself to ask, quickly assuming the likely source of the leak. Hawks wasn’t wrong to try and keep you talking though. You would have done the same with a trauma victim like this.

“Oh come on. That kid has grown on me, but you can’t tell me he doesn’t read gothic romance novels or something in his spare time. He thought it’d give me more incentive to rescue you. In the name of love and all.” Hawks taunted back a little. “But really…Eraser, huh? He’s kind of scary, right? You’re into Dracula look alikes or something?”

You half smiled. Yes, it was too surreal to be having this absurd kind of banter even as you might really be dying. “He was supposed…to take me out for Italian food tonight.”

Hawks glanced down at you again. You could tell he was a little surprised at the personal admission. But he stayed with his whole upbeat act regardless as he smirked. “Italian, huh? With wine and candlelight maybe? Well, a lot of people would swoon over the idea of a moonlit flight with me too you know.”

“Yeah? ….Lucky me.” You mumbled, just burying your face more against him. It didn’t matter if he was a stranger. It could be anyone holding you right now. You were just trying to find any additional warmth. Which only reminded you that you must be going further into shock. You couldn’t maintain your body heat any longer.

You did feel him tuck his head down though, trying to block the wind from your own as his chin rested against the top of your head.

“Please stay awake.” He reiterated, his upbeat tone falling away a little. “Don’t let them make you just another martyr.” And somehow you thought you almost heard a trace of guilt in those more serious words. “I know it’s hard. But we’re almost there.”

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Tsuki Memorial Hospital

He’d made a show of telling Endeavor the hospital he was taking you to in front of the news team. It was a calculated risk. He needed the information broadcasted primarily for them to have an operating room already prepared by the time he got you there.

It was the closest Level 1 Trauma center in the region, specializing in treating the very worst of anything. Any hero worth their salt should already know that’s where he would be going, but maybe you had regular civilian family too. Maybe they’d have no idea where to find their daughter or sister otherwise until it might be too late.

It was hard for him to imagine what it’d be like to have those kind of normal relationships though. But he tried not to lose focus in that negative direction as he first caught sight of the lighted medical helipad on the hospital’s roof in the distance.

Good, they were smart enough to realize he’d rather land from the top, as he saw a gurney and supplies waiting at the ready with a small task force of hospital staff.

The first problem with declaring his destination beforehand however was of course the continued media presence.

From the corners of his vision, he could see the camera flashes going off from rooftops all around as he came in to land. The hospital wouldn’t allow the reporters past the front lobby, but the extreme zoom of the telescoping lenses of these hungry story hunters couldn’t be denied.

He could barely feel you still breathing, your eyes closed by the time his boots contacted with the roof. The dim light he’d noticed in your abdomen had now gone out. He’d known the whole time what you were trying to do with your quirk even as you’d lost so much more blood in just the time he’d been carrying you.

As he was then helping the medical team unwrap his blood stained jacket from you to get you carefully onto the gurney, your hand caught on one of his feathers. He let that quill release immediately so as not to pull anymore at your broken body. But he still saw your fingers close around the feather reflexively, holding it to you as your eyes opened just barely.

He could see that hint of life still in those eyes, though maybe he was just imagining that you’d really looked at him with something like regret before they rolled you quickly through the open doorway.

If you died, it’d be a failure he was truly complicit in. Because how many long minutes had he sat there debating on that cell phone tower before Tokoyami had finally nagged him to his senses? He could have gotten to you sooner if he’d only chosen to.

It wasn’t like him to second guess or doubt himself this fully though. But this was an even larger guilt starting to form, greater than just those flickers he still felt every time he looked at the scars on Endeavor’s face.

How many more times was the Hero Commission going to keep asking him to put others in harm’s way for the greater good?

Goddammit. His mouth was already moving before he could stop himself, “Has any family or friends come here yet to wait for her?” He asked one of the staff members that had stayed behind to pickup the rest of the carts they’d left on the rooftop.

They told him no one had. They also relayed to him the new information that many train lines and roads had been shutdown for the rest of the night in an abundance of caution in case another attack was still forthcoming.

“Unbelievable.” Hawks sighed. Something like this never would have happened during All Might’s time. A whole region now sheltering in place just because of a single incident. This was how little control or sense of safety the heroes could provide anymore.

But sadly, he had to somewhat agree as well. There was no telling if Dabi and the others were truly done for the night. Hawks couldn’t risk calling Dabi so soon to find out. But still feeling that weight of responsibility in all of this, he couldn’t leave you alone either.

“Can you show me to the waiting room please then?” He asked abruptly with his usual smile returning.

He wasn’t much of anything. But he did know how to play guard dog…or guard bird in this case anyway. Even if he hadn’t helped you in the beginning, he wouldn’t leave you so defenseless now.

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Highway 201

All Might had called in a favor for them with Naomasa Tsukauchi of the police force, getting the roads opened back up just for them. But it was still a slow go. The trains had been shut down for the night. And while the rail lines cut an almost direct path between the cities, these roads that had been built years before winded and rose and fell with the countryside.

Even with Mic’s speeding, the trip had still felt agonizingly long.

Aizawa was silent for miles, looking out the passenger window of Mic’s car and seeing little but darkness and the occasional yellowish glow of the street lights as they cut through a small town here or there.

He’d tried to call the hospital earlier, but they’d refused to give out any patient information over the phone even when he finally did get through. Their only published phone number had just rang busy for the first several attempts. Yet he could only imagine the amount of reporters likely calling in to flood the lines right now.

How many would just be pretending to know you? Claiming to be relatives or worried friends when in reality they were only strangers sitting at computers, typing up news breaks they hoped to send soon enough. Everyone would want to be the first to know if you would live at all, or if you would be disabled or permanently scarred even if you did. If you would ever fight as a hero again after this.

As it was, he and Mic had had the foresight to let the police follow them as well, even as Mic raced ahead of them. It’d likely be the only way they’d be getting in themselves. With the police physically there to verify their identities and let the hospital staff know that they were legitimately part of your inner circle and deserving of being here tonight for you.

There would be days and many hours ahead to try and understand the implications of all this. Why Dabi had acted so unexpectedly in letting you go, and why your city was ever targeted at all.

But for now though Aizawa didn’t even know if you were alive or dead. Midnight was watching the news back at UA and texting anything relevant to his and Mic’s phones. But nothing more had been released since Hawks had first reached the hospital with you.

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Tsuki Memorial Hospital - Private Waiting Room

Hawk’s legs were stretched out in front of him, his wings aching a little as they pressed uncomfortably against the chair back, each wing hanging wide over the armrests and down to the floor. If he was ever in one place for this long, it’d usually only be to lay down to sleep.

Sitting this way after a while was just awkward, even as he stared at his phone once more. The Hero Commission was already on him of course as the messages had begun coming across not long after he’d arrived here, and he only tried to deflect them for now.

-I’m still at the hospital, can’t talk freely.

-We expect you here tomorrow to discuss these developments.

-I’ll be there.

It wasn’t going to be good. He locked his phone again, leaning his head back against the wall with his goggles pushed up into his blonde hair.

Some Friday night this was.

There’d been silence for a good while, only a curious nurse or two coming by every now and then to check on him. He hadn’t missed the looks they gave him.

They might be sneaking cellphone photos or video of him for all he knew. But the only thing he felt improper about was your blood still drying on his sleeveless top. His jacket and gloves were in no better condition, but he’d shoved them under his chair for now.

He didn’t want them to just end up for sale in some morbid online auction if he let them out of his sight tonight.

But when the door finally opened again, he saw it was no hospital uniform walking in this time as he sat back up with renewed attention.

Well shit….it was true then.

The two men that had just entered the room were both staring back at him, seemingly as unsure as he was of why he would still be here at all as Hawks raised his hand like a greeting. But his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yo. Eraserhead and Present Mic right?”

He saw them both looking at the bloodstains on his front as well, yet it was Eraser who answered. Straight to the point only. “Has any doctor come back out yet?”

“No,” Hawks answered just as short, hand lowering again.

Mic clearly looked like there was something else he wanted to say. But he leaned against the wall instead, crossing his arms in his leather jacket.

The tension was more than Hawks would have expected. And it wasn’t really his damned business at all, but he could guess a few things.

Either they were already blaming him for being purposefully late, maybe they’d been with Tokoyami the whole time. Or they were just good enough to know an untrustworthy person when they first saw one.

Hawks couldn’t live honestly of course, not when the Hero Commission might call him one minute and Dabi call him just a few minutes after. Some heroes just knew when something wasn’t right, even if they didn’t know what.

He should probably just leave. The Dracula looking boyfriend was here with an aura of ice coming off of him. And the rocker, DJ sort of dude was seeming like he was about to go off and say whatever his buddy wouldn’t.

But Hawks still hadn’t moved yet for whatever reason when the door did eventually open again.

And this time it was a doctor.

All three heroes were over analyzing the man’s body language before he could even speak. He was still clearly worried, but not yet defeated as he addressed them quickly.

In probably a lot of medical words that’d still been dumbed down just for them, he revealed that things remained very touch and go. But that your multi-surgeon team had cleared the first major hurdle of getting the blood loss stopped and abdominal wounds addressed.

They found out that your liver had been pierced, resulting in the heaviest of the bleeding. Most of the organ had had to be removed entirely, but the doctor had hope that enough was still left that it could potentially regenerate. Apparently the liver was a rare human body part that actually could. So maybe there was still some luck in play there. If not, you’d have to be put on a transplant waiting list immediately, but they weren’t conceding that just yet.

But he somberly admitted that besides sepsis remaining a real concern, they couldn’t know what other damage you may have from oxygen deprivation in the times they had lost your heartbeat on the operating table. They’d had the blood transfusions going immediately, but they just couldn’t put it back as fast as it was coming out initially.

Even now your heartbeat was still weak, and the anesthesia team was worrying about keeping you under too much longer. Likely they would have to go back in for additional surgeries later so orthopedic doctors could keep working on reconstruction for the worst of the broken bones and torn ligaments.

The goal was to get you off full anesthesia, but still keep you sedated and into the ICU for close monitoring for the rest of the night.

As the doctor did leave, Hawks found himself watching Eraser.

The ice had thawed abruptly at all this news, the UA teacher taking a breath as he stared at the floor.

“Aizawa,” Mic said, stepping away from the wall to the other man.

Hawks felt for a moment that they’d forgotten about him being in the room entirely then.

It was awkward, being so much a part of this, but no part of it at all really. He didn’t even know you.

These were your friends. Well, that and more really, right?

“I’m sorry,” Hawks said abruptly to them both.

He couldn’t elaborate further, but the words were actually genuine as they left his mouth. If they believed him or not, that was up to them.

There were no other excuses he could make to himself to stay however as he stood, grabbing his bloodied jacket and gloves from the floor. He did try to spare Eraser the sight of it as he kept the clothes balled up in one arm.

“Guess you’ve got this now though. I’m out.” Hawks didn’t know what else to do but fall back into his overly casual persona then. “Good luck to you.”

He already had his hand on the door knob when Eraser actually answered.

“Thank you for what you did.”

It was plain. No additional emotion. Not any admittance of trust certainly, but an acknowledgment of Hawks’ help at the end at least.

Yet Hawks just glanced back at him. “I was only the taxi. She’s the one that kept herself alive to get this far.”

And with that, he left the room. There was nothing else he could really tell them as he headed back to the stairwell which led to the roof.

This was all going to blow up in his face somehow though. He felt it and he was already dreading tomorrow.

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6 Days Later

You heard the sound of things skittering across the ground. The nurse that had been changing your bandages had jumped away, knocking her supplies over when she’d glanced back down only to see your eyes suddenly open and watching her.

“Oh…oh my,” She said, trying to catch her breath and pressing the call button as you started to look around and tried to move. “No, please don’t sit up!” She pleaded. You could see her glance nervously towards the door. “You’re still badly hurt, and you’re not decent, please.”

With complete additional confusion you realized then that you could feel the room’s cold air against your bare chest.

“I was changing your bandages, he stepped out of course to give privacy. Please, I’ll call him. He’s your friend isn’t he? I know you don’t know me.” As she spoke, she quickly finished whatever new cloth wrapping she had been placing on your abdomen before she pulled the hospital bed’s blanket back up to your shoulders to cover you.

“Sir! Can you please come back in?” She called out to the door, “She’s awake!”

Vaguely, memories were starting to flash back to you. You remembered nomus. And then Dabi…and Hawks, and-”

“(Y/N)!” The excitement was real in the familiar voice as the large framed hero had to turn sideways just to make it back through the door at the nurse’s call.

Yet you were no less confused even if seeing a friendly face could only be a good thing in the haze of your just waking. “Fatgum?” You questioned somewhat hoarsely, looking up at him even as a couple more nurses hurriedly entered the room.

“Oh!” They said as well, seeing you conscious at last from the bed. “We’ll get the doctor!”

But as they scurried back out, that was when the nausea really hit you.

Fatgum’s clear relief turned to more of a serious look as he correctly announced. “She’s going to puke!”

The remaining nurse was just left helpless to watch as he grabbed the nearby trashcan faster than she could think to.

He held it to your bedside, and you couldn’t hold back, pulling IV lines and who knew what all kind of monitoring cords with you as you leaned over and hawked out whatever bile was still left in there.

“God…” You coughed, gagging as pain radiated from places you didn’t even know you had while you clenched the bed rail with still bandaged fingers.

“Well this brings back memories,” Fatgum spoke, though still glancing away as your blanket tried to slide down before you grabbed it back up.

You wiped your mouth on the cloth of the blanket actually, making a face at the burning taste of what was still in your throat. “I told you…we don’t speak of shrimp night…”

The two of you had teamed up several times. He was just the kind of guy that was so genuine and wholesome. You didn’t know anyone, short of the villains he captured, that could ever have a bad word to say about Fatgum.

But if you could take back that night you’d gone with him and some of his sidekicks to a late night seafood buffet after a particularly hunger inducing mission, you probably would have.

You hadn’t tried to keep up with him on plate count by any means that night, but you really liked spicy shrimp. Yet that night, it and maybe too much horseradish didn’t like you back. You’d puked three times on the long walk back to his agency. Fatgum kindly sent his young sidekicks on ahead to spare you the embarrassment as you’d leaned behind a dumpster while he’d held your stuff.

Yes, real life wasn’t all glamor, that was for sure. Just like this was no soap opera. Women didn’t wake up with perfect hair and pretty words after being nearly beaten to death. No, apparently real women puked in trashcans while their friends brought up equally humiliating memories to try and cheer them up.

As you laid back into the bed though, you looked up to him again. Why was he here? Was he going to tell you how bad things really were? Your memory still wasn’t very clear. You felt kind of drunk really, on top of the nausea. Who knew what kind of sedatives and painkillers were in all these IV lines?

“How many casualties, Fat?” You asked abruptly. “Tell me what happened.”

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Paranormal Liberation Front HQ

Himiko Toga squealed suddenly, leading Twice to run back into the room to see why.

But the girl was pointing at the television screen with a sharp toothed grin. “She woke up!”

“Great!” Twice exclaimed, before his tone changed just as quickly, “Who cares about her!? That’s awesome, I’m so glad! No I’m not!” Yet he sat down beside Toga on the expensive looking sofa to watch the breaking news bulletin as well.

“We have just received official confirmation that Pro Hero (Y/N) is now conscious and speaking with her medical team, six days after the brutal Hoshi city battle. As reported each day previously, accolades and fascination for this formerly unknown hero has taken the public by storm. Despite the several million dollars of damage estimated done to downtown Hoshi, this remains an extremely rare zero casualty event.”

“She’s the real deal! Saving everyone! No she’s just lucky.” Twice continued to argue with himself. “The nomus weren’t targeting the civilians anyway in the city, they just wanted the heroes!”

“So cool…just like Mr. Stainy wanted.” Toga giggled at the replay they were now showing again of you barely keeping yourself standing, bloodied with your abdomen pierced, in that field with Dabi that night

Yet she frowned as she pouted a little with more thought. “All that blood though. He didn’t even bring me any to drink!”

“Dabi is so inconsiderate! He was in a hurry. Endeavor might have caught him, think about it girl!” Twice responded.

But Toga was now humming to herself a little as the TV then cut back to footage of Hawks carrying you away. As well as the multitude of photos of you two landing on the hospital roof together. “You really think Birdie might bring her to see us some time?”

She then sighed wistfully at the zoomed in view of Hawks helping get you onto the hospital gurney as your blood darkened his chest and gloves. “So romantic. Makes me think of…” Toga blushed a little, realizing Twice was now staring at her.

“I’m not telling you my crush! Don’t ask!” She defended, as if her unhealthy attraction for Midoriya was any big secret to the rest of her villain teammates by now.

But before Twice could respond, Dabi’s smug voice interrupted as he walked into the room behind them. “You two are still watching that crap?”

Toga spun around, kneeling on the couch and looking back at him. “Did Hawks call you back yet!? Tell him we want to meet his girlfriend!” She’d somehow drawn a knife as she sunk it into the back of the couch. “I want to know her!”

From the look on Toga’s face as she held that knife handle, that could mean any number of things to her as Dabi frowned a little.

You had never been on anyone’s radar before now. Why would you have been? It was only after all this had happened that suddenly the media had gone wild to publish everything they possibly could about you.

In short time, the narrative had grown that you’d been in a secret relationship with Hawks this whole time. The public was absolutely eating it up, and drawing their own conclusions that you’d actually been targeted by the nomus for being the lover of the number two hero.

When Dabi did his own investigating from the deeper sources he had, the only rumor he’d found was that you’d actually been close to Eraserhead since way back when of meeting as hero interns. But now suddenly, it was all about you and Hawks. That was the only version the public was now aware of. A duo almost perfectly made for the tabloids. The most popular young male hero, and everyone’s current it girl.

It all seemed too perfectly crafted of course to Dabi’s cynical mind. But Hawks was still going along with it any time they had talked after. Yet it didn’t really matter if this was fabrication or not. Either way you were now something else he could hold over Hawks.

“Hawks said to give him some more time. We’ll see.” Dabi gave his response to Toga regardless.

It was interesting, why Dabi found himself thinking about it so much too though. All the options as well. Possibly recruiting you, killing you if he had to, fighting each other, using you and Hawks both. Life was complicated, and he still had bigger goals in mind. But sometimes an unexpected distraction like this wasn’t all that unwanted.

Deep down, he really had thought you’d live when he’d seen the look in your eyes that night. He wasn’t disappointed now either. But only time would tell what would actually come of this.

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Tsuki Memorial Hospital

“Hey, hey! Calm down!” Fatgum waved his hands, but moving closer as if ready to stop you if you really would dare try to get out of the hospital bed right now.

“They decided what!?” Your voice broke as you coughed with the exertion. But even all the pain wasn’t enough to curb your new emotions.

You’d almost been in tears of relief earlier as Fat had promised you over and over that no one had died in the attack on your city. Quake had needed extensive back surgery, yes. But he still had movement in his legs and feet. With keeping to an aggressive rehabilitation plan, his doctors didn’t see any reason he wouldn’t be able to walk again.

That elation had carried you on for a while. And the medical staff had streamed quickly in and out as well, pleasantly surprised themselves at your growing alertness. They summarized the remaining extent of your injuries to you, letting you know the work they still thought you also had ahead of you to recover.

But when they were gone for a bit again, telling you only to rest once more, then it was just you and Fatgum once more. And that’s when he really started to tell you all the rest that had happened in the last several days.

An absolute media circus is the way he’d described it. That level of attention was a foreign concept to you on its own surely. But what was more concerning, more nonsensical, was when he said the Hero Commission had quickly stepped in to help take control of the narrative.

Fatgum had always been someone to say things just how they were. He was not the type to overdramatize or misunderstand anything.

And that was why you were almost yelling at him even as he bid you to be quieter for your own sake. “(Y/N), please. The Hero Commission was very clear about us playing along in this.” He said. “So we can’t let the hospital staff overhear any different. I only even know about it because Eraser knew he couldn’t be at your bedside every second. He told them if they were going to ask this of you two, that he wanted to pick who could guard you whenever he was back at UA. They had to explain things to me just so I could hang around without screwing their story up.”

Your hands were trembling as you finally laid back at his insistence, but your tone was still biting. Not at Fatgum of course, but at this situation which was clearly insane. “So All Might retires, and they suddenly think the rest of us have to start being actors and actresses at their command to distract the public in times like this? Did anyone consider my thoughts or feelings in any of it while I was laying unconscious during all this scheming? Anyone!?”

Fatgum frowned, and you knew he must agree with you. But he still had the benefit of being able to look at this from the outside as he responded more pragmatically. “The truth is, no matter what we think, you know as much as me that we’re still bound by the hierarchy we work within. The Hero Commission doesn’t normally ask these kind of dumb things of us, sure. But they can. And now they have.”

Maybe it was because you really were a nobody. You still couldn’t believe they’d ever interfere with someone like All Might or Endeavor’s personal lives to this degree. But the sense of betrayal was still growing as you looked to Fatgum again. “I need to use your phone.” You were sure yours was still in a hundred pieces under rubble somewhere with your utility belt and whatever else had been ripped off your body before you’d escaped the city.

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Okami Rapid Transit Line

The bullet train was relatively empty this early in the afternoon as it shot across the landscape. Shota Aizawa had his back somewhat slumped against the hard seat, unkempt hair half hanging in his irritated eyes.

The relief that should have fully overtaken him today was only tainted with so many other concerns now. His fingertips dug into his black pants, palms resting on top of his thighs as the train vibrated along.

He’d come alone, immediately leaving his class to an unprepared and surprised All Might before he boarded the next train to you at the news. He trusted Fatgum to keep you safe for the time being, but there was so little else he trusted right now.

On that very first night of the nomu attack, he could have lost you so many times. They had actually lost you when your heart had stopped more than once on the operating table. But even when the first major surgeries were over, there’d still been the threat of infection, and of your organs possibly shutting down over time. There had been so much damage. They didn’t really know if you’d ever be the same.

But every day your vital signs got stronger. They reduced those medicines keeping you sedated bit by bit, just hoping you’d finally wake on your own.

He hadn’t wanted to leave your side at all. Not when he wasn’t sure if the danger was really over. If the nomus or the villains had really targeted you, they could come back at any time. But the other thing that had kept him awake all these nights was Oboro’s words from the grave. From beyond the veil of the abomination that was Kurogiri.

Hospital. That was the one word that Kurogiri had said when Aizawa and Present Mic had forced the remnants of Oboro back to the surface as they’d pressed Kurogiri for details on who had created him.

If the police investigation had learned anymore since then, Aizawa hadn’t heard. But that one clue seemed foreboding enough. What if the ones behind all this were hiding among the very people heroes went to in their weakest moments? Doctors, nurses…how simple would it be to kill a hero already incapacitated in intensive care? And then cart their remains off to become the next nomus?

And if all that anxiety hadn’t been enough, he never could have expected to be called direct to Hero Commission headquarters just two days after you’d been hospitalized.

He’d sat in cold silence mostly as they’d tried to explain their reasonings to him. With All Might’s light extinguished, and Endeavor still a controversial number one at best, they wanted to seize on this opportunity the media had now given them.

Your public sacrifice had gone viral essentially, as had the rumors and exaggeration of your connection with Hawks. This was the perfect time to allow the public the distraction of having a new popular duo.

Apparently they had already commanded Hawks to go along with the story fully, but he brought Eraser’s name into it as the roadblock to that. How Hawks had found out about the two of you, Eraser hadn’t cared to ask. Class 1-A had discovered it some time ago against his wishes, there was no point thinking anyone else who really wanted to dig couldn’t do the same after that.

Never in his entire hero career had he expected to be standing before the commission though being told he was now under strict orders to fully conceal and lie if needed about any other future romantic relationship with you. You were to be only close friends now, as you’d known each other since your internships and work studies. Friends and occasionally coworkers when you did your guest lectures and student training at UA. That was the only reason he was even permitted to return and see you now.

They’d offered him no other information after, just that it was imperative to other operations they had in motion that he fully comply. And that he would be disciplined in ways not fully defined if he did not.

This told him that there was still more to this than the simple manipulation of public sentiments. They saw something here as a piece they could use in a larger, undisclosed game in play. It all felt wrong and inherently threatening.

What he did next would only be for your safety though. That was all he could really do now. Play along until there was more information for him to really act on.

He didn’t trust any of them. And what a world it now was to have to admit that. The lines between heroes and villains, morality and deception were twisting into something gross and unrecognizable…it was never supposed to be this way.

Aizawa startled slightly, looking down at the faint glow coming from his pocket as his phone pulsed suddenly.

Fatgum was the name that scrolled across the screen as Eraser quickly pressed accept and brought the phone to his ear. “I’m still on the train, has something happened?” He spoke quickly, but quietly in the train car as he hadn’t expected another call so soon after he’d already let Fat know he was on his way as soon as you’d awoken.

“Is it true?” Your voice erupted angrily across the line instead. “You agreed to everything the media is saying? Why would you…please tell me what is happening here…” But there was a pause, your anger wavering into something closer to a plea. “I want to see you. We have to talk about this…I have a say don’t I? I matter too right?”

Aizawa stared at the floor, phone still to his ear, surprised and silent for a moment.

“You matter more than you know.” He finally breathed. You wouldn’t understand right now how many times he’d thought he’d never hear your voice again. “I’m on my way. I’ll be there in half an hour. I’ll tell you everything I know. I…” He’d been warned too even about cellphone contact though. The cell network itself wasn’t always fully secure. “We’ll talk in person okay?” He couldn’t say all the things he wanted to say, not right now.

And as intuitive as you were, you must have picked up on that tone of his as you too quieted a moment. Before a heavy, “Okay.” Was your next response. “Hurry up…I’ll be waiting.”

“I’ll see you soon.” He agreed before you were the one to end the call.

Eraser’s shoulders slumped as he pulled the phone slowly away to look at the now black screen. It was a miserable feeling that now settled over him.

And this was only the beginning wasn’t it?

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(To be continued! But I don’t know the date of next update yet. Thank you so much for reading until the end!)

[lxvislxdy]

Imagine Bakugou x stoner!reader

So... maybe I got carried away, and maybe this turned into more of just you and the bakusquad being besties, but I literally love this concept and will 100% be writing more.

Warning(s): obvious mentions of drug use, and some language. All characters are 18+.

So, let’s say, just for the hell of it, that this is a quirkless!college!au 

just imagine...

- you befriend Sero and Denki first, meeting them in a class, and they love you right off the bat

- you’re personality just meshes so well with theirs, you become bffs almost instantly

- the three of you raise hell in that class, I’m convinced, like RIP to whoever sits near you goofs

- you slowly start to hang out outside of class. maybe it starts as a study sesh, but let’s be honest here. the three of you can’t focus to save your life, and eventually Sero asks if you guys wanna smoke

- and, to their complete surprise, you outsmoke them (Denki later bows down to you, literally, and proposes to you with a ring pop. he’s such a dork I love him)

- this becomes a weekly thing, as it should, and the three of you are practically attached at the hip

- your favorite part of hanging with them is, of course, all their crazy stories about their friends

- so of course they want to introduce you to the bakusquad, and you are just as eager to meet the rest of the group, if not a little nervous

- Denki and Sero assure you they’ll love you (”c’mon, you’re just like us, they’ll adore you!!!”) and they take you out to lunch with Mina and Kirishima

- now, if you thought you, Denki, and Sero was a chaotic trio, just wait until you add Mina to the equation

- Kirishima lives for the chaos and thinks you’re adorable, but the guy has his hands full keeping the four of you out of trouble, that’s for sure

- (when Bakugou’s not around, Kirishima is in charge of the braincell, I don’t make the rules)

- Mina immediately kidnaps you for a girls night, and is ecstatic about having a girl to hang out with her and the boys 

- (SIDE NOTE, Mina introduces you to Jirou, and the three of you are THE baddest bitches around, thank you. the three of you definitely have girl nights and either kick the boys out, or force them to join, face masks and all)

- anyway, you finally get the opportunity to meet Bakugou

- and, as always, he’s in a sour mood. but! you don’t let his grumpiness upset you, in fact, you take it in stride and throw his attitude right back at him

- you aren’t mean, and you certainly aren’t going out of your way to bug him, but if Bakugou makes a snide comment? you better believe you’re throwing one right back at him

- and at first, Bakugou is annoyed, and thinks you’re mocking him. like, who do you think you are? 

- but the more he gets to know you, he realizes that you’re way too sweet to be that mean. you fit right in with the idiots he’s friends with.

- and, to be honest, it drives him nuts. because he likes you. he likes you, and he likes when you snap back at him, and he likes watching you goof off and laugh with his friends

- in true Bakugou fashion, though, you’re convinced he hates you. it’s just the icing on top of the cake when one night you notice that every time you’re there, and Sero lights up, Bakugou disappears 

- when you finally tell Mina this, she laughs. actually laughs! and you’re just like ....what?

- turns out, Bakugou hardly ever smokes with them, and he’s just like that. 

“Trust me, babe,” Mina tells you, “It’s not you. Bakugou just doesn’t know how to relax, he’s got a terrible case of trust issues and a bad attitude to top it off. But he likes you, trust me! He’ll come around.”

- you weren’t so sure about that, but you take her word for it. 

- and then, one night it’s just you, Denki, Mina, and Bakugou, and he stays!

“Someone with a brain has to make sure you idiots don’t do something stupid.” He says, when you ask.

- that night ends up being one of the funniest nights of your life. the three of you are high as a kite, and everything is funny. seriously, you can’t stop laughing!

- then, you find out Bakugou’s birthday is on 4/20, and you have never been so excited in your life (so you say). it’s the funniest, most ironic thing to you

- you go up to Bakugou, grabbing both his arms by the biceps, and are going on and on about it, bouncing on the balls of your feet and giggling, and Bakugou just listens to you talk and he blushes 

- you’re adorable, and he can’t lie to himself anymore, he likes you. he really likes you. and this realization really freaks him out (he calls Kirishima later that night absolutely freaking out, and he has to totally calm him down. Kiri ships it)

- over the next month or two, he tries his best to not give himself away, but it’s so hard. 

- he starts sticking around when everyone smokes together, and sitting next to you during movie nights (because you always fall asleep, and theres a good 80% chance you end up leaning on his shoulder), and he offers to help when you complain about a class you’re struggling with

- and it all comes to a head one night when he gets jealous. 

- he was definitely reading too much into things, but he swears you’re acting clingy with Sero, leaning on his shoulder, and grabbing his arm when you laugh, and playing with his hair. he definitely has himself convinced Sero is making a move on you, and he’s pissed.

- at some point during the hangout, he gets up and storms out of the room, and no one really notices but you and Kiri. after a minute or two you’re curiosity gets the best of you, so you go after him

- he’s in the kitchen, glaring at this plant Denki and Sero have (that is totally, 100% dying, and probably can’t be saved) and he’s pouting

“I don’t think staring at it is gonna bring it back to life.” You say, and he just looks at you weird and asks what you want

- you say you’re just checking on him, and he asks why you care. and you’re just like dude ??? i care about you? hello? we’re friends ??

- and Bakugou, being himself, snaps at you and makes some kind of rude comment

- so you snap back, offended because you’d just wanted to check on him

- and halfway through you telling him what a jerk he is, he kisses you

- he kisses you like his life depends on it, because he’s still pissed off about Sero and, come on, Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t do anything halfway

- and maybe the two of you make out in the kitchen for way longer than you want to admit

- and maybe you laugh and call him an idiot when he tells you he was jealous of Sero

- and maybe Denki catches the two of you, and screams like a little girl on christmas morning

- cue protective Denki and Sero telling Bakugou he better not EVER hurt you... and then crying happy tears a minute later because you’re so cute together

- after that, Bakugou is literally never seen without you by his side. he walks you to class, cooks you dinner at least once a week, helps you study and takes you out every time you ace a test. this man knows your coffee order, and has your schedule memorized, it’s impressive 

- god forbid he see’s you eating junk food

- listen, he knows how Denki and Sero eat when they get the munchies, okay, and that is absolutely not allowed. this man is such a simp behind closed doors, he will literally make you homemade snacks for when you go smoke with the guys. 

- he’s not the greatest with words, okay, but he loves you and he shows it through small things like that. he’s always pushing you to do your best, and bragging about you, and doing little things to remind you how much he cares

- he’s also a little over protective, but he means well, and cmon it’s kinda cute when he get’s jealous, sometimes

- but overall you guys are just the cutest couple. like the bakusquad is absolutely obsessed. (you make Bakugou soft, but don’t tell him they said that)

- and sure you fight over little things every once in a while, but you learn how to handle Bakugou’s attitude quick, and it never lasts too long. 

- if you do have a big fight, you take a step back and let each other cool down, and then you make Bakugou talk it out. he hates it at first, because sharing his feelings is so not something he wants to do, but it does help and he knows it.

- if, on the rare occasion, the two of you have a bad fight you can’t resolve on your own, therapist Kiri is there to save the day

Bonus:

- now, let’s get down to the whole reason i made this au in the first place

- the first time the two of you celebrate his birthday after getting together, he makes it clear that the day of he just wants to spend it with you

- so the weekend closest to his bday, the whole squad goes out and celebrates, but when it comes to his actual bday? Bakugou has a surprise for YOU

- you show up to his apartment, not really knowing what to expect, and this man pulls out a pan of brownies

- yeah, those brownies

- turns out, he and Sero used to sell them in high school

“What? Sero already sold, and I can cook, so we just... did it. It was good money.”

“How could you keep this from me?! Have I told you recently that I adore you?”

He just laughs, “You’re such a dork.”

- so you have the PLEASURE of getting high with Bakugou for the first time

- and let me just tell you, you’re in for a treat

- Bakugou. is. so. clingy. as soon as it hits, you know, because he’s wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap

- he’s speaking so softly?? and he’s just relaxed, and content with holding you and talking about anything and everything, just cuddling with music in the background

- high! makeout sessions! with Bakugou! that’s it, that’s literally it. he is INSATIABLE 

- the man just wants to kiss you, for hours, okay? give him what he wants!!

- he used to get super paranoid, that’s why he doesn’t smoke much, but with you he’s calm and comfortable, and not anxious

- it becomes tradition to make brownies on both of your birthdays, and you look forward to it all year

- and every once in a while, Bakugou will smoke with the squad, and they quickly learn that he can’t keep his hands off of you when he’s high. they tease him relentlessly, and Sero and Denki definitely have asked him (aka whined to him) to stop hogging all your attention

- also, he definitely lights the bowl for you, because he is a gentlemen

- shotgun kisses. yup. that’s all I have to say.

before I get carried away again, this is the end. Thank you for reading! I literally can’t get enough of this au I’m in love with it!! I’ll be writing more of this au soon, hopefully, and my requests are open!! 

[thedamageofherdays]

This week's (16-08-2021 - 22-08-2021) reading log is here. This week's reading log is super duper long and filled with lots of good things (my apologies for the long post, I really could not find a good spot to do a read more). I discovered some new favourites and re-read some old favourites and while I had an intense week personally at least the fics I read were absolutely phenomenal. I do recommend checking out the warnings as some fics are a bit heavier/angstier and you might wanna be prepared. Most of these fics are Stucky but there are a couple of other ships in between.

If you are looking for more fun and/or good things make sure to check out the @marveldisabilitycelebration as well to see all the awesome art, fics, meta, etcetera people created! And while I am mentioning events I am a mod for let me also just quickly mention that sign-ups for the @stuckygiftexchange are still open until the end of the month <3

Favourites are marked with a 🌻 Fics that are only available to AO3 users are marked with a 🔒 and Tumblr fics are marked with a 🍀

🌻 The Bends by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Danbeau, side Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

Memory is not a house you can just walk back into after finding the key you thought you’d lost. It’s a thing you wade into and out of, rewriting it as it rewrites you.

It’s not without its rewards, either - recovering a memory about Maria and Monica, about her life, feels better than socking a thousand bad guys in the face, better than all the photon blasts in the world.

Then again, realising there’s still memories she can’t access, even after all this time, feels like drowning in space.

Not the one out there - the one inside her.

🌻 Sweet & Salty by musette22 @musette22 [Stucky, 3k words, Teen]

Idiots in love. That's it. That's the fic.

When life gives you lemons by moonythejedi394 @moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 34k words, Explicit] (11/15 chapters)

Or 13 Terrible Things to Do With Lemons Other Than Making Lemonade

Steve Rogers is a home health nurse. He works for an agency, which assigned him to the aging Winifred Barnes, the one and only Silent Era Hollywood darling. As her needs increased, she requested the agency assign Steve to her full-time. She could pay for it, so she got it. Steve then moved in with her, becoming her caregiver; he cooked, he cleaned, he managed her medications, he made sure she was comfortable.

Winifred's children treated him less than ideally. He was the help, after all. And then Steve had the audacity to go and turn out to be eldest son James Barnes's soulmate. No one saw that coming.

🍀 SamRhodey Tumblr Fic by ipoiledi [SamRhodey, ? words, Teen?]

“Wilson, this is Rhodey; Rhodey, Wilson,” Tony Stark says, and suddenly some six foot tall sexy guy is shoved right in front of Sam, and they both stumble a little, bumping into each other. This is a crowded party. “You guys have things in common, right?” Stark asks. “Uh, Army stuff. Talk about that. I hate wallflowers; stop wallflowering and talk to each other.”

Shorteralls by moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 6k words, Explicit]

The first time Bucky ever saw Steve Rogers, he was struck by how Neanderthal-like his response was. It was immediately followed by a bout of mental scolding. The second time was just about the same. The third time, it was actually appropriate for Bucky to start a conversation with him, at which point he was determined to be the gentleman.

No such luck. Steve Rogers is, always has been and always will be, a relentless flirt. These days, Bucky's Neanderthal-ist feelings about Steve are consensual and highly appreciated. More so now that they're having a baby.

what the fuck are perfect places anyway by tigerlilycorinne [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

Steve clears his throat and stands. “Well, I should head in. I might want to begin packing.”

Bucky stills. “You won’t,” he says, trying to sound commanding. It only comes out uncertain. “Don’t.”

Steve shakes his head. “Maybe not tonight,” he says, and Bucky knows they’ll be discussing this again soon.

“Then stay. Play… play cards with me or something.”

Steve’s eyebrows jump up, his mouth tugging up in another of his bemused smiles that do things to Bucky’s insides, but he drops his hand from the doorway and steps back into Bucky’s room. Somehow, Bucky feels as if he’s won—not the war, just the battle.

Steve won’t stay forever. But he’ll stay for cards.

Steve and Bucky, on the run after Civil War (with a few alterations to canon), are laying low in Wakanda. But they can’t stay there forever.

🌻 honestly thought i’d be dead by now, but what you can trust is that i need your touch by moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 105k words, Explicit]

Bucky is 37 years old; he’s unmarried, hasn’t had a Sub of his own, is definitely not ripped, comfortable at his job as an Advanced Practice RN at Brooklyn General ER, and just got his Five Years coin from AA.

Steve is 26 years old; he’s unmarried, his last and only Dom has Alzheimer's, he's worryingly muscular, uncomfortable in his job as the government’s poster Alpha for masculinity and strength, and worries more than he should about his BMI.

Unfortunately, Steve and Bucky meet initially in a not-cute moment. Bucky’s tired as shit thanks to the sudden alien invasion that shook New York and Steve is tired as shit because he hasn’t slept more than 20 minutes at a time in – well, since 1936, probably. Bucky’s Alpha instincts get irritated at the sudden presence of another "Alpha" into his territory and Steve’s suppressed submissive tendencies latch onto this grumpy bachelor Alpha and he only suppresses it further.

Bucky’s grumpiness and Steve’s duckling impressionism aside, both of them are a mess. But since both of them are a mess? Their messes seem to fit pretty well together.

Deep Sea Diving by Aida Ronan [Stucky, 5k words, Explicit]

Steve's wallowing in heat-related misery under a shade tree in Central Park when a man walks by in bright red booty shorts and a crop top. RIP Steve Rogers. It was nice knowing you.

honey, make this easy by steebadore [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

Bucky likes the way he looks. His silk button up with the tiny gold polka dots feels soft on his skin and is tailored perfectly; no pulling at his chest or belly. His hair falls in shiny dark waves and his skin is smooth and dewy. He looks expensive. He looks taken care of. He looks like Steve’s.

🌻 let's take it back to the start by howdoyousleep @howdoyousleep3 [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

How it all began.

This sleepwalking through my life. by barthelme [Stucky, 1k words, Explicit]

The internet is an interesting place and when Bucky came home (or, when he came to live with Steve), Steve did a lot of research. Apparently, it’s not safe to wake a sleepwalker. He assumes that waking a sleepwalker with traumatic dreams and PTSD is beyond just being frowned upon.

And he tells himself--has told himself--that this is safer for Bucky. That if he were to stop him and wake him up, that Bucky would be mortified to be slurping on his best friend’s cock. That all of the improvements he’s made would be lost, would be repressed, would be just--

They’d be back at square one.

So he lets Bucky do it.

🌻 the way i've been craving by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

"Lunch break at 12:30. My office. Hope you’re hungry…"

It’s the ellipsis that sends Bucky’s insides swimming warmly, his heart beating twice as fast against his ribs where he sits in class. Senator Rogers is concise, direct, to the point. Without an ellipsis this is lunch, this is a meeting. With it though?

This is a booty call.

nasty but classy by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 4k words, Explicit]

“No, you don’t have to know the purpose, that doesn’t matter. Nat showed me this challenge where couples drink a lot of wine and get drunk together but they can’t touch each other. And whoever touches the other first has to...has to give the other head.”

🌻 Put It on Repeat, It Stays the Same by giselleslash [Stucky, 20k words, Explicit]

Steve and Bucky have a one night stand that turns into a friends with benefits situation. A weekend snowed in at Bucky’s apartment brings to light how much that really doesn’t suit either one of them.

Greetings to the New Brunette by victoria_p (musesfool) [Stucky, 10k words, General]

"You said he should have a hobby. That it would help."

"I meant, like, knitting or coin collecting. Motocross, if he was feeling antsy. A baby's not a hobby. It's lifetime commitment."

🌻 Rogers & Barnes: Partners by triedunture [Stucky, 10k words, Teen]

Steve and Bucky have to pose as a couple for a mission. Nat insists it really is the only option. She's checked.

The complication: unbeknownst to even Natasha, Steve and Bucky's friendship has been rocky ever since Bucky confessed his tender feelings and Steve left him out in the cold. Can asexual, completely-in-love-with-his-angry-best-friend Steve complete the mission and win Bucky's heart?

(The answer is yes. Yay!)

this will be our year (took a long time to come) by biblionerd07 [Stucky, 4k words, General]

Bucky's therapist is worried he's using Steve as a crutch and wants him to try going on outings without Steve. It wouldn't be terrible, honestly, if Bucky could just manage to open his mouth and say something to Steve.

I'll hold my breath by Little_Lottie (tfwatson) [Stucky, 8k words, Mature]

Sometimes Bucky’s hands flex in Steve's direction. Neither of them knows exactly why, but at least one of them has a hunch.

Bucky touches everything but Steve, even though Steve is all he really wants to touch.

Start from the Beginning by Mumble_Bee [Stucky, 13k words, Explicit]

What about a sex pollen fic where the pollen-ed one doesn’t remember getting hit in the face with a sex flower, and wakes up midway through the depollenating?

Or: the one where Steve wakes up on his back with a stranger buried balls-deep in his ass.

Match by emphasisonem [Stucky, 4k words, Mature]

The situation’s actually kind of funny from the right perspective, Bucky thinks as he reads the message for what feels like the hundredth time. He’s finally matched with a hot, funny guy. Tall and broad and clean cut. An absolutely breathtaking smile. Bucky’s walking wet dream. And he’s good. They haven’t messaged on the app, but Bucky already knows him.

He knows him because Steve Rogers is an art history professor at his university. His art history professor.

Best friends and married since childhood by StuckySituation [Stucky, 1k words, General]

Inspired by @/peterssquill's post in tumblr: "bucky and steve got married on the playground when they were like eight and though neither of them would ever admit it to anyone, even each other, they still consider it official"

~♥~ ♥~ ♥~

“Natasha, stop trying to set me up with every woman you meet, I’m-”

“Too shy? Too scared?”

“No, I’m-”

“Too busy? You’re mostly retired these days, not a good excuse anymore.” Natasha smirks and then drawls: “Or just too gay?”

Steve flushes at that, even if isn’t true -- he’s bisexual, not gay. “Let it go, Nat, I’m not looking for anything. I’m already married, for fuck’s sake.”

Clearly not what she expected. “What.”

Steve grimaces. He didn’t mean to tell anyone that, ever.

“Sorry, can’t talk about it right now!” he says and jumps out of the plane.

Nobody Should Be Alone on a Holiday by emphasisonem [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

“So, um-” Bucky begins speaking again, pulling Steve from his less-than-work-appropriate thoughts. The brunet has shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark slacks, and he’s shifting from one foot to the other as he smiles shyly. “I have a question for you.”

“Shoot,” Steve grins, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his broad chest. Bucky swallows deeply as one of his hands comes up to pull at the collar of his button-up, and Steve can’t help following the motion of his Adam’s apple.

“I was, uh-” Bucky continues- “That is, I heard you don’t have Thanksgiving plans?”

In which Bucky finds out that Steve's going to be alone on Thanksgiving and invites his coworker to spend the holiday with him.

🌻 It's Been A Long Season Through by thiccbuckybarnes @thiccbuckybarnesfic [Stucky, 49k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes is in desperate need of a change in scenery, which is why he makes the foolhardy decision to quit his job, leave his asshole of a fiance, pack up his life, and move to his grandfather’s old farm all within a single day.

He expects confusion, hardship, and maybe even failure. But love? He wasn’t expecting that.

--

Or, a Stucky Stardew Valley AU that nobody but me wanted and that’s ok.

oh, peach pit, where'd the hours go? by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 10k words, Explicit]

Can't see the forest for the trees.

--

Or, Steve learns that just because he and Bucky got their happily ever after, it doesn’t mean the past won’t come back to bite them.

I'll find my way by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 725 words, Teen]

Steve had watched Bucky fall, and nothing had been the same since.

AU-gust day 19: Daemons

special delivery by glim @glim [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

It's not that Steve's bad at taking care of himself when he gets sick; he just wishes he didn't have to all the time.

At least he can order most of what he needs online. That's some small comfort, that he can have soup and ice cream and everything else brought to his door.

at first chance i'd take the bed warmed by the body by spacebuck @spacebuck [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

This close, Steve can see exactly how beautiful his hands are. He’s never really noticed before, or at least he’s never really had a reason to notice, but the man’s hands are large, tanned like he works outside all day. There’s an endearing callus on the heel of one of his palms, and Steve can’t quite work out when calluses became endearing.

Steve pauses the video. Swallows hard. Casts his eyes around for anything that’ll keep his mind off the hands on his screen, off the words inked into those hands, the delicate shape of a bird’s wing, the curling edge of a vine.

He looks down. The name of the channel is right there, blaring the man’s name right into Steve’s brain until it feels like he’s known it all along.

Bucky Barnes.

OR: the one where Bucky's a youtuber who solves puzzles on camera, and steve's smitten and horny

🌻 Rock On! by millesable @marvelousescapism [Clintasha, 700 words, General]

“Hey, Romanoff!”

He lifted his hand, index finger and pinky finger raised, thumb out, all other fingers tucked. Their secret sign; their confession for the world to see, safe in the knowledge that the world wasn’t listening.

“Rock on!”

🌻 You Like the Way I Look by dontcallmebree @iamthe-wo-manwhocan [Stucky, 2k words, Explicit]

Bucky sidles up to him, hand boldly coming to rest on his chest. “What about you, big guy? Care for a dance?” Steve watches Bucky’s eyes twinkle with satisfaction, somehow already knowing he’s got Steve on the hook.

A decade out of the ice, Steve Rogers returns to New York. Reeling from a battle against the Chitauri, a night with the troublesome Bucky Barnes might be just what he needs.

Join the Rebellion by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 765 words, Teen]

Bucky knew he shouldn't be out after curfew, but he couldn't resist the urge. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew it was where he wanted to be.

AU-gust day 20: Dystopia

🔒 Five Days in December by mywingsareonwheels @mywingsareonwheels [Evanstan, 4k words, Teen]

“Shit shit shit shit...” muttered Chris to himself, glad that the sound of piped Christmas carols was drowning out his swearing amid the picture books. Most of the store was heaving even though it was Sunday, he’d been recognised at least three times, finding presents for all of his nieces and nephews was proving far more of a headache than expected, and he’d just sent a pile of copies of "Strictly No Elephants" tumbling off the bookshelf.

He scrambled about trying to pick them all up, and then dropped them again as someone bumped right into his backside. He lost his balance, caught himself against a bookcase, and a landslide of "Carter Is a Painter’s Cat" joined "Strictly No Elephants" on the floor. He yelped.

“Ah fuck, I’m so sorry… Chris!”

* * * * * * * * * *

London, December 2021. Amid cats, books, and the cold English drizzle, Chris finds everything he was hoping for and thought he would never have.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Reaching for Fire by dixons_mama @dixons-mama [Stucky, 7k words, Explicit]

Bucky has always felt a fire in his heart (and other body parts) when it came to his boss, Steve Rogers, but he's made sure to never feed those flames. When he finds out about Steve's second job, though, he's tempted to let that fire out.

i've been dreaming of a face like yours by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

Bucky is about to busy himself with making a small dinner for himself when he stops in his tracks at the figure drinking a cup of coffee in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and smirking at him.

It’s Steve.

“Surprise, sweet boy,” he says before setting his cup down.

--

Or, PWP reunion sex

🌻 Somewhere, Under Your Skin by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 16k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes treats himself to a one-night stand after having a very bad no good day.

The sex is good--great, even. Might be the best sex of his life.

But Bucky wouldn’t have slept with the guy if he had known that he was going to continuously run into him every day for the next fucking month.

--

Or, a Big Grump Bucky has a hot one night stand with a college kid who is popping up everywhere in his everyday life and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

(Written for HYBB Bingo Square: Grumpy Bucky)

i've played heartstrings before but not in your key by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 11k words, Explicit]

He glances down, seeing a folded couple of papers, before peering up at Bucky. The older man is biting his bottom lip, making it pretty and red. Steve wants to run his tongue across where his teeth are digging into his flesh.

"What's this?" Steve asks, setting his phone down, emails forgotten. Bucky shrugs and looks away.

"I dunno. You tell me, genius," he says, sounding bratty enough that it makes Steve's dick twitch in his pants. Jesus, there has to be something wrong with him.

Steve glances once more at Bucky, who now has his arms crossed against his chest and is pointedly not looking at Steve, before picking up the stack of folded papers. He opens them, seeing a collection of maybe five or six sheets of paper. His eyes immediately land on the list of familiar words with negative next to each one. -- Or, Steve Rogers is a jealous, possessive little shit that wants nothing more than to mark up his boyfriend and stake his claim. And Bucky knows it. (And he likes it.)

🌻 I'm Home (With You) by BonkyBornes @padfoot-and-the-marauders [Stucky, 2k words, General]

In any other circumstance, the apartment would've been perfect. But it was today, and the fact that he was here meant he wasn’t out searching. He knew they hadn’t had any leads for weeks and he knew Natasha was right; all three of them were exhausted and a break would do them good. It just felt wrong to Steve that he was comfortable while Bucky was still out there—somewhere. Probably cold. Probably hungry.

The knock came again. Sighing, Steve unwrapped his hand from the dog tags and remembered how to move. Cold wind and snow greeted him when he opened the door. The solitary figure was walking down the steps, collar popped against the chill.

“Did you need something?” he called.

The person stopped. They were still. And then they turned. *

Or, the Christmas Steve deserved after Winter Soldier.

The portrait by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 915 words, General]

Steve Rogers has a Gift. He can help people find their soulmates, all he needs is some art supplies, a quiet place, and eye contact.

AU-gust day 21: soulmates

Maybe A Muse by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 2k words, Mature]

When Bucky Barnes needs extra money, he’s appalled that his best friends think he should become a model for the art department on campus. Shy, nerdy, and socially awkward, he’s not sure that’s something he feels comfortable doing. Still, he needs money, and he likes the idea of becoming someone’s muse. The problem is he had no idea two things would happen. First, one of the students in the class is exactly his type; second, he has to model nude.