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a-monsters-love · 4 years ago

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Spice

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Art credit goes to: @ianterweb -- [Original Post]

Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: swearing (obvi it’s Bakugo), blood, a drop of gore (not in a stomach churning way), toy guns, implied pining, spoilers if you haven’t watch season 4, mentioned of death, Slow Burn

Genre: angst, fluff, combat

Word count: 12k

Time Line: I extended the timeline around between the provisional licensing exam and the work study program, part of me doesn’t think irl they’d just thrown out of the frying pan and into the fire.

A/N / Inspiration: So I rewatched ATLA and honestly I really wanted a Ty Lee styled reader for this, like just upbeat and positive but irl she’s got demons. Also I fully believe Ty Lee could kick Bakugo’s ass, no one can change my mind. I firmly believe he needs an S/o who can just whoop his ass, part of me thinks that’s the only way he’d ever accept a crush or a relationship.

*So like, if (y/n) fought like Ty Lee who uses Tai Chi and Dim Mak (loosely translates to “Touch of Death” but we know it as chi blocking)

*All Tai Chi and Yoga pose names I fully researched

*don’t @ me for this but because their classes only carry 20 students I’m sacrificing our sweet boy Rikido Sato (code name: Sugarman) b/c I haven’t seen enough of his character to know how to write him :L #TheProverbialSacrificialGoat

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/N/N) = Your Nickname

(L/N) = Last Name

(H/C) = Hair Color

(S/C) = Skin Color

(E/C) = Eye Color

(H/L) = Home Land i.e country of origin

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“Listen up.” Aizawa Sensei announced to the class dropping a book on his podium, gathering the classes attention he lazily sighs before speaking again. “As you’ve all noticed we still have an empty seat in the back of the class,” He points his hand in the general direction. “Moving forward, I have to introduce you to a new student to the class.” On cue the classroom door slides open, you walk in calmly despite your excitement. Your (H/C) hair is pulled up into a neat bun with your bangs clipped to the side, the only addition to your uniform being a pair of half palmed white gloves, you can feel everyone’s eyes scanning over you as you waltz in. “This is (L/N) (Y/N), I’ll let her introduce herself.” He finished as he stepped into his sleeping bag.

You glanced over at your new teacher, quickly understanding what kind of person he is before looking back at the class. “Hello, please feel free to call me (Y/N/N).” You giggle softly, “I just moved to Japan from (H/L) and it’s my understanding you guys have been together for sometime so I‘ll be in your care.” You smiled sweetly and gave a delicate bow.

“You’ll be sitting behind Koda,” He pointed to the obvious empty seat, “Between Ochaco and Shoto.” Aizawa Sensei made little effort to discern the two. “(Y/N) has already been moved into the dorms so I expect everyone to do their part in helping her get settled.”

You only smiled as you made your way to your desk, shaking hands and giving polite greeting to your new desk mates. The girl beside you made quick work of making friends with you, the boy in front of you was extremely shy but made his own effort to wave back at you. You listened in on the class as the morning babble began, whispers in curiosity and a few waves and smile. You can feel a creepy gaze that made your skin crawl and heard a single but loud tongue click. “Another extra.” You heard him groan, the comment only made you snort a bit before the lecture started.

You took color coded notes based off theme and what you decided or Aizawa Sensei said was important. Ochaco whispered about how cute your notes are causing you to whisper and explain why you did it. You noticed the way Shoto listened in on your organization explanation when you silently offered him a red and green pen. He took them both gratefully and confused at your action before deciding to make his own version of you system. When first period was over your desk was swarmed by your new classmates.

You smiled brightly as they all introduced themselves when a boy, who introduced himself as Iida, tried to dispel the mob. “No-no it’s okay, we have plenty of time to get acquainted anyway.” You reassured him bashfully as the slimy kid, who introduced himself as Mineta, got a little too close for comfort. You took great pleasure in watching the pink girl grab him by the ankle and drop him in the trash.

It was then that you heard a soft and almost awkward voice, “Can I ask what your quirk is?” Asked the green haired boy, Izuku is what someone called him.

“Of course!” You beamed, his clear anxiety from the question washes away as he pulled out a beat up notebook. “My quirk is called Molecular Regeneration, so basically Healing+, from what Aizawa-Sensei explained to me this morning I’ll be able to fully show everyone during gym.” You scanned over the group and motioned for Denki to come over. “I can heal little things like this pimple-“ You removed a glove and tapped his skin, fading the pimple away. “To great wounds, within reason of course. I have to eat a ton of food for the carbs, fats, proteins and all the extra good stuff if I use my quirk excessively but it’s a trade off I’m happy to make.” You put your glove back on and rubbed the back of your neck as you watched Izuku beam and start spiraling as he took notes. One of the other students explained that he does that often.

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During gym everyone was paired up to fight, for practical and strategical purposes. Everyone gasped when Aizawa paired you up with Bakugo, saying it was cruel and you were new. You giggled at their concern, knowing full well that you could and have taken the blunt of an actual bomb and come out fine. Well fine-ish. “I paired them up purposely because I know he’ll be able to go all out and she’ll be fine.” He droned at his gaping students.

Each pair took turns, you watched everyone fight, analyzing their fighting styles noting where they went wrong. Your mother was a trained martial artist so you learned at a young age to do this. When your turn arrived you were excited to finally get up. You decided to take off your shoes as the boots you were provided weren’t practical for how you fought. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you’re a girl.” Bakugo hissed.

You just smiled widely, “I’d be insulted if you did.” You chuckled, stretching a bit before getting into the Brush Knee starting position, legs spread slightly with a bent knee, one palm flat towards the ground and the other raised facing the boy. You looked relaxed, which seemed to anger him. As Aizawa blew his whistle he was quick to charge, when he got close you slapped his inner wrist the back of each hand. This pushes his arms to his sides as you twist around him and aggressively push on his spine with your palm causing him to falter forward. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you’re a boy.” You teased at him, the face he made was that of confused rage.

“You think you can beat me with a few slaps?” He chided, earning a laugh from you as he charged again.

“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” You snorted.

His wrists sparked as he aimed to use his quirk on you, “We’ll see about that.” You could almost hear amusement in his voice as he made a circle out of one hand and shot exploding bullets at you. You barely managed to dodge as you pushed yourself into a backhand spring, you confused him when you used your arms to push towards him.

He went to use and exploding hand to punch at you as you jabbed repetitively at his quirk fueled arm. His explosion dissipating as his arm went limp. “I suppose we will.” You beamed close to his face before failing to see the swift kick he struck your side with, easily throwing you from your close proximity. You chuckled a bit with a small cough as you skidded in the distance, didn’t see that coming.

“What the fuck did you do to my arm?” He demanded an answer as you ran back and cartwheeled towards him using the propulsion to jump at him, aiming a leg to kick him from the side. Knowing he’d reflexively block the kick when you were close you used your other foot to kick his chin upwards.

Your kick was successful and satisfying, “Dim Mak, also known as Chi Blocking.” When he regained his stance from your kick you jabbed at his other arm causing it to go limp. You stood beside him as he groveled a bit. “And with that~ I think I win, I don’t think it’s much of a fair fight at this point.” You smiled sweetly at him.

Aizawa whistled again to end the match, you grabbed Bakugo’s wrist shaking the limp limb to Aizawa when you heard a pop, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You quietly warned him still holding his wrist with a smirk but being who he is as a person the hand you held exploded with his quirk.

You heard an audible scream from the class, after the dust dispersed your hand was basically gone. Your radius and ulna bones were cracked and broken poking up from your tattered forearm, blood splattered across both your face and Bakugo’s. All the rage that quelled in his system wiped clean with a guilty and horrified expression, seeing the blood that soaked part of your hair and the mess he created. “Oh fuck, I-“ He started but realized you were still smiling, even as blood dropped down your arm. Aizawa groaned loudly.

“Well, that was… spicy.” You snorted. Within moments the bones started to grow where your hand once was, thick red muscles climbed the bones followed by skin. You were regenerating your hand, you smiled but your gaze was dark as you stared at him. “I told you not to do that.” Using your newly regrown hand you punched him in the side of the face causing him to hit the floor, hard.

“I deserved that one.” He mumbled quietly on the ground, you stood over him smiling smugly.

“Come on, get up and let me fix your arms.” You waved for him to sit up before looking to Aizawa, “I’m leaving early after this for a shower.”

“Please.” He sighed, sending up the next group who were just staring at you in a mix of horror and awe. “We don’t have all day.” Aizawa said.

You sat Bakugo down and sat behind him, almost forcing him to lean his back into your knees and shins. “Alright, Spice, let me fix your nerves.” You removed the glove that didn’t get blow up and pulled at a limp arm, using your quirk to heal the damaged nerves as well as massaging into pressure points to release the tension you forced into his blood stream. He groaned in agony before sighing in relief.

When you were done he rubbed his arms and hands as the prior numbness faded, he looked back at you as you decided to heal the burnt skin on your shoulder and cheek. You smirked when you caught his gaze on you, he ruffled his hair aggressively as he got up and ushered you to follow him. You both needed to head to the dorms to clean up, as you followed behind him you heard him mumble. “I’m sorry.” He earned a chuckle out of you causing him to look back. I just blew up your literal arm to the bones and you were acting like a ray of fucking sunshine, he thought to himself as confusion knitted his brows. “I’m not sure what happened, I didn’t know I could be that lethal.” He admitted almost hissing out the words as if they were painful.

“I’m not mad, Aizawa paired me up with you for that reason.” You shrugged bashfully, “And what happened back there was kinda… mostly my fault..” Your admission seemed to confuse him more. “When I jabbed you’re arms I disrupted your blood flow and by default your quirk. You have a strong one so it essentially grew like an actual bomb and exploded more or less on its own.” He watched you explain, you just hoped he wouldn’t feel too guilty. “Look. If you’re sorry just get me lunch or something, Spice.” You smiled softly at the comment as you finally got to the dorm, making your way to your rooms to grab a change of clothing and then to your respective bathrooms to shower.

Bakugo grumbled over the whole ordeal before settling on the new nickname you’ve given him. Spice. What the fuck is that about, he couldn’t wrap his head around it but he learned quickly that he wouldn’t be able to stop you. You made that clear when you essentially wiped the floor with him, the thought of that made him yell out in frustration. “Stupid girl.” He hissed as he got dressed.

You were waiting for him at the door in a fitted t-shirt and your gym shorts. Flitting through your phone aimlessly, he noticed your usual smile was gone. Replaced with something bored and almost listless, when you noticed him your lips curled at the edges into a soft smile. “Come on, Spice.” You waved for him as you opened the front door.

“Stop calling me that.” He snapped, frustrating that he could tell you wouldn’t.

You snorted with a loud ‘HA’, “Would you prefer Spicy Boy? Blasty? Bomb-dot-com? Oh! What about Limb Remover?”

Bakugo groaned trying to walk faster than you, “No!” He hissed at you, eliciting a hearty laugh from you.

“Spice it is.” You wink as you took lead almost skipping in front of him. He groaned loudly as you joined the rest of your class before gym was over. The two of you bickered back and forth for sometime and you could only laugh at his rising and dwindling frustration. Kirishima joined the conversation, fist bumping the only other person he could imagine withstanding an explosion from Bakugo. You could hear Izuku spiraling behind you and decided to turn a bit to answer his questions. “I’ve never successfully grown other people’s limbs or organs back but I can accelerate growth of, like, hair and finger nails.” You commented to one of his questions. “Though if you’re arm got like cut off cleanly I could potentially reattach it, I imagine it wouldn’t feel the same though.” You scratched at your damp hair that was now down from its bun to dry, your mouth was slanted not quite a frown but it was obvious to anyone that the gears in your head were spinning.

Bakugo just stared at you with half lidded eyes as you spoke, part of him wanted to hiss at Deku to piss off with his nerdy ass research note book. However when you pulled the note book from Izuku’s hands and flitted through it with knitted brows and scold him for the condition of the note book it almost earned you a laugh. Almost. When you asked about the burns on the notebook he was hesitant to answer, “Accidents happen.” Was all he managed, you gave him a raised eyebrow but didn’t pester the topic.

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At lunch you had lost sight of Bakugo and didn’t think much of it, you were quickly wrangled by the girls of class 1-A as you paid for your meal, they pulled you to a table where you sat with Asui, Ochaco, Shoto, Izuku and Iida. You were quiet listening in on their conversations, providing a comment when needed as you quickly ate your food. You temporarily sated your stomach, knowing you should eat more before your quirk absorbed the contents of your stomach. You got up to put your tray away, running into Bakugo on the way back. “Hey, Spice. I lost you for a minute.” You snickered at him, he just grunted and rolled his eyes. Dragging you back to the lines to get lunch, or in this case a second helping. He didn’t say anything as you waited in line with him, he paid for your meal and made sure you received it before walking off. Waving a lazy hand back at you. “Prideful brat.” You snickered to yourself before rejoining your table.

“What’s all that?” Asui asked.

“Bakugo bought me lunch,” The table gaped at your comment. “As an apology for blowing up my arm.” You said pointedly, “Plus my quirk already started to absorb what I got earlier since I had to regrow a limb.” You half sighed half laughed at the comment. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you guys.” You rubbed your neck, this was a tell for you.

Shoto shrugged, you knew Izuku nerded out on what happened, “We’ve seen scary quirks, yours wasn’t as scary as the situation, kero.” Asui said, Ochaco nodded fervently in agreement.

You sighed in relief and started eating gleefully. This hit the spot, you were grateful to Bakugo even though it was your idea.

——

At the end of the day you followed your class back to the dorms, making quick work to get into your comfy clothes. You wore a short (but not quite cropped) shitty band shirt and a pair of high waisted pajama shorts that were just long enough to keep yourself covered if you stretched. You sat at the bar with a book as you idly watched Momo file through the kitchen. She offered tea which you happily accepted, discussing each of your preferences. You were a big fan of spiced drinks, chai’s more often than not.

Iida made his way to you not too long after with a schedule in hand, it showed everyone’s chores and what days they do them and with whom. He had added you to the schedule, noting that you had been paired with Bakugo on a large handful of occasions. Iida mentioned that you were one of the few who made it clear that you could clearly handle him he decided to rearrange the schedule as such to relieve some stress from your other classmates. You laughed and agreed that it would probably be for the best.

The evening droned on a bit before dinner, you offered to help Izuku and Ochaco in the kitchen since you gave everyone quite the scare earlier. They both happily agreed, you helped out and decided to make a side dish your mom always made at home when you had a bad day. It was simple and it always seemed to cleanse the palate. When you let it simmer you made quick work of pulling out plates to serve at the table, helping Ochaco and Izuku when something started going awry.

When dinner was served and everyone was seated you weren’t sure where to sit until Kirishima dragged you to sit with him, Mina, Denki, Bakugo and Sero. You laughed, figuring you sat with the others at lunch. “Fine, fine, I’ll sit just stop dragging me.” You sat in the middle of the table between Bakugo and Kirishima, who asked loads of questions about your fighting style. “Oh, it’s just Tai Chi.”

“You mean that thing old people do at the crack of dawn?” Denki asked, that’s definitely not what he expected.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, “Yeah, Tai Chi is a form of defensive martial arts that can also be used for meditation.” You ate a bit before continuing. “When used offensively the base principal of it is redirection, our bodies are covered in pressure points that-“ You took a sip of water. “If hit hard enough can fuck up your opponents whole fighting position and quickly turn the tables.”

“You still never explained what you did to my arms.” Bakugo hissed, almost pouting as he ate.

You scoffed, “Yes I did! I told you on the way back to the dorm after you blew up my arm!” You laughed, “I can explain it again if it didn’t make sense, Spice.”

The other boys and Mina snorted at the new nickname, “Please explain,” Sero managed to laugh out.

“Okay. So, the fighting style for that is called Dim Mak, which means ‘Touch of Death’. Essentially I hit all the right pressure points directly to disrupt his blow flow, disabling his arms and quelling his quirk. Well, until the end.” You rubbed your neck bashfully at your mistake. “With Tai Chi you only hit pressure points to redirect, not do damage to the nervous system.”

The other four just laughed, Bakugo just grunted and rolled his eyes as he ate. When they moved to the side dish you made Denki and Sero almost inhaled it. “This is so good, what is it?” Denki asked, knowing you helped in the kitchen.

“Oh, I made that. It’s [Food Name], just comfort food my mom always made for me when I had a bad day. I gave everybody a good scare today so I figured it’s be nice to have.” You shrugged to him nonchalantly, not noticing Bakugo had also made quick work of the dish.

“I’m gonna need seconds of this.” He snorted getting up.

You didn’t say much else while you ate, eating was a reprieve for you. When you finished your dishes you let out a happy sigh. Finally satiated for the day, you leaned over to Bakugo as he finished eating. “You never gave me a chance to thank you for lunch.” You gave him a smile before getting up to clear the table of empty dishes to return to the kitchen.

“Shut up.” He snapped, following your actions as you walked into the kitchen. You hummed at his response, figuring he was too prideful.

“Well, thank you none the less, I would’ve been starved if it weren’t for you.” You snicker, Bakugo just crossed his arms and looked at the time. You heard Mina call for you and ask if you wanted to watch a movie before bed, “Of course!” You call back, “You gonna join us Spice?” Looking back at him with a tired smile.

“No.” He retorted quickly before leaving the kitchen heading towards his dorm, hearing a faint ‘good night’ from you.

You join your new pink friend who loops her arm in yours pulling you to the living room where you sat almost snuggled between her, a pillow and Ochaco. You were cozy enough to fall asleep but every movement either of the girls made roused you. You remembered seeing this movie once, letting you answer a few questions anyone had without spoilers. “Damn,” You mumbled to yourself with a yawn, realizing how tired you actually were. You shook Mina, whispering that you were heading to bed before sliding over the back of the couch. You waved a lazy good night to the others who noticed and headed to your room.

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The next morning you woke to the sun rising and danced across your eye lids, getting a good pop filled stretch before crawling out of the warm comfort of your blankets. Your morning routine was simple, brush your teeth, sort out your hair, wash your face, down a glass of water, make tea, listen to music and practice your morning yoga and tai chi filled exercises. You decided to wear your gym shorts for stretching; not with a creep like Mineta in the house, you thought storing your pajamas. You walk to the patio out front, enjoying the brisk morning air before setting down your tea on the banister. You had your Bluetooth headphones in and placed your phone on the windowsill. You made basic stretches to loosen up before grabbing your ankles as you bent into a full uttanasana, you stretch up pulling your leg to a natarajasana but pulling your foot closer to the back of your head before switching legs. Continuing this for sometime before starting your Tai Chi, ‘fickle habits lead to fickle lives’ your mother mantra played in your mind frustratingly.

Bakugo has always been the ‘first to bed - first to rise’ type of person. In the dorms this gave him more liberties in the morning, as he had a tendency to walk out of his room to the showers in boxers and maybe a t-shirt most mornings. The last thing he was expecting was to see the electric kettle steaming after it’s obvious use. His eyes darted around, listening keenly to the main lobby of the dorm. He didn’t hear anything inside but spotted a phone outside of the building on the windowsill. Bakugo’s sight narrowed in before realizing he was walking towards it to see who the fuck is outside at this hour, or if someone left it outside on accident. He stepped slowly seeing you stretching on the patio, he couldn’t hear anything but he noticed the device was lit up playing music. Holy shit she’s listening to aggressive rap, he thought spotting the song title. The playlist was labeled ‘✨ GOOD MORNING ✨’ he snorted at the idea of that being morning music, the song changed to some classic punk rock song he recognized. He decided to leave you be, he would never admit it but he absolutely took in the sight of you before shuffling to the bathroom to start his own morning routine.

When you finished your morning routine you made haste to grab your uniform and run to the shower. When you got out you saw Bakugo in the kitchen preparing what you assumed was his breakfast. “Good morning, Spice.” You said sweetly.

You just hear a grunt from him when you sat down to dry your hair properly, “Morning.” You hear him quietly mutter, as he brought out a plate with his breakfast. “Dry your hair properly.” He hissed, you snorted and continued working the dampness from your hair.

Once you were satisfied you finished buttoning your uniform top and tying the tie, you left for a moment to return your towel to its home and pull your hair into a bun. Clipping back your mostly dry bangs as you returned to the lobby, “Whatever you made smells great,” You made your way to the kitchen for a second cup of tea. “Want tea?” You asked in passing. He grumbled something but didn’t say no so you made him a glass anyway, letting them steep as you made your way to your room to grab your book bag. When you got back and the tea had settled you placed a glass in front of the seemingly agitated blonde. Making breakfast for yourself and joined him at the table. You ate and flitted through yesterday’s notes.

Bakugo watched you out of the corner of his eye, you were so casual as if you’d been here the whole time. Something about you frustrated him endlessly, he figured he’d be able to narrow it down later. He begrudgingly accepted the tea, it was spicier than he expected. He wondered if this was a jab at him with the shitty nickname you’d bestowed him with.

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A couple weeks passed quickly as you adjusted to your life at UA, you spent your early mornings with Bakugo before the other lazily made their way to the lobby, class began, then gym, then lunch, more classes, back to the dorms for a mix of homework and playtime with dinner somewhere in the mix.

One weekend you decided to sleep in, which was a mistake as Mina had invited herself into your room and tackled your sleeping form. Eliciting a great squeal from you and you both ended up on floor with a loud *THUD*. “You know. I’m gonna skip the ‘what is wrong with you’ and go straight for the why, Mina.” You groaned, groveling on the floor at her excited stupor.

“We’re going to the mall! Get up! Get dressed!” She was bouncing at you as you slumped upon the floor, calves still on your bed. “Come ooonnn (Y/N/N)!!”

You snorted at her, “Fine, give me 20 minutes.” With that she was gone as fast as she came, you stood and pulled out your casual clothes you now rarely got to wear. Throwing on a pair of high waisted skinny jeans, a fitted white crop top, a thin burnt amber cardigan that went down to your calves, topped with honey brown softly pointed ankle boots. You left your hair loose aside from pulling your bangs upright to clip them back, providing a small bumped look you could live with. You grabbed your small purse that slings across your shoulders only holding your phone and wallet and a pair of round darkly tinted sun glasses before meeting up with the Bakugang. Mina gaped at your outfit excitedly, all four boys on the other hand just stared. “Too much? It’s just casual wear.” You shrugged and offered a soft but awkward smile.

“Shut up, you look great!” Mina snorted, she wore a loose crop top that hung just above the belt line of her skinny jeans, “You have plenty of time to check (Y/N/N) today idiots, let’s go!” She looped her arm with yours and almost dragging you along.

You never cared to much for shopping, you had what you needed and what you liked but you enjoyed spending time with the Bakugang outside of UA. Mina asked you about what your makeup preferences were and you admitted that you knew little regarding the topic. The boys whined to eat, “I’m always game for food.” You snorted, you were being dragged around more than anything anyway.

You all sat around a table in the mall talking about nonsense, eating your respective lunches. They quickly got used to just how much you ate, much to your relief. When lunch was over the six of you ended up in an arcade, you and Denki played a shooting game with the big plastic colorful guns. Denki grabbed the red plastic cabled hand gun leaving you with the bright orange cabled shot gun. You snorted when he thought he had the better gun. “HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT THIS?” He whined as he watched you take shot after shot.

“The keener the eye the better the hero, also my dad was big into hunting back in (H/L).” You chuckled, “Both of my parents are Quirkless so they reveled in what they could.” You quickly beat the game, re-holstering the plastic gun you collect your almost endless stream of tickets. “You can imagine I was a huge surprise for them.” Sero snorted and agreed at your last comment.

You made an abysmal attempt to fold up your tickets when Kirishima pulled you into some game him and Bakugo were playing. You were sure the blonde would get you guys kicked out as he seemed to be intent on destroying the game itself. You laughed loudly at him yelling “DIE!!” And “I’LL KILL YOU!!” At the console. Mina pulled you to play skee-ball next to them, you made for a mediocre game as you couldn’t stop laughing at Bakugo’s video game rage.

You managed though, collecting more tickets and playing another round as Mina, Sero, Denki and you made a bet. The person with the lowest score would have to calm the blonde down. “Game on!” Denki puffed, you smirked cheekily as the challenge began.

After about 5 minutes the four of you were neck in neck with high scores but you fell short of third place. You groaned, collecting your tickets. Mina and Denki wiggled their eyebrows at you and Sero just laughed at your dismay, “Fine!” You laughed, walking over the the blonde on the verge of explosion. “Hey, Spice?” You placed your gloved hand on his shoulder. He snapped at you, scowling at your disruption. “Help me pick out a prize with my tickets?” You didn’t wear your usual smile, your brows knitted, concerned about the potential problem if he blew up the game.

Bakugo could almost breathe fire at you in his rage, but the concerned look you gave him threw him off. He just tossed up his hands and almost growled before crossing his arms letting you usher him to the prize table with a relieved smile. Sero, Mina, Denki and Kirishima were floored; their jaws slack at the ease at which you had simmered him and removed him from the game he almost blew up. They all looked at each other with devious grins as they huddled together.

At the prize table you had to put all your tickets into some machine that counted them out, “Thanks for agreeing to help me.” You smiled up at him as he unraveled the mess of tickets you had. He just grunted and huffed in response, he wasn’t a big talker outside of when he screamed about being the best or when he got mad. When he did talk you could tell he put thought into his words, even when he wasn’t talking to you. When all the tickets were counted out you were directed to the charm section of the prize table. “What do you think?” You pestered him.

He squatted down, eyeing most of the girly charms. He didn’t know what girls liked, he watched you look over the more boyish themed charms. “I don’t know,” He hissed, “What’s the point of this anyway.”

“Making memories.” You smiled into the glass, spotting a charm that caught your eye. “Oh! Can I look at that one?” You asked the staff behind the counter, the pulled out a little bob-omb phone charm. You snickered at it, “How do we feel about this one?” You handed it to him, he just stared at it with knitted brows before scowling at you. “What??”

“It’s a bomb.” He said.

“So are you.” You snorted and rolled your eyes. “I think it’s cute.”

With a over dramatic “TCH.” He handed it back, “Well I guess that’s the one then.” He rolled his own eyes, “Why did you ask for my help if you didn’t need it?”

You handed you ticket stub to the staff and looped the charm onto your phone, “I didn’t know I wouldn’t need your help.” You pushed him back towards the group, “Come on, I think everyone is burnt out on games.”

Before leaving the arcade everyone found a one of those kawaii photo booths. Mina somehow managed to usher everyone in, her and the other three boys pushed you and Bakugo together, you took the standard photos, Kirishima managed to swindle the ‘Glamouroki’ face out of Bakugo for the final ‘funny face’ photo. You, Mina and Denki burst into tears of laughter at the scene, Sero wheezed into the side of the booth. The face was now encapsulated for all of time in the photo booth six sticker sheets. You slipped the photo behind your clear phone case, making sure not to stick it down. “God. We have to keep this forever.” Mina cried out.

“That was solid gold.” You wheezed out wiping your face, Bakugo shouted and hit Kirishimas hardened head when he figured out it was photographed. “Holy shit, that couldn’t have been more perfect.” You panted taking a deep breath.

“Let grab a few drinks before heading home.” Kirishima cried out from his own laughter, you all agreed. Heading to a vending machine on your way out.

——

The next day after finishing weekend homework the bakugang decided to have a movie night. You noticed that Mina and the boys had been pushing you and Bakugo together, not that you minded but you couldn’t pin point why so you shrugged off the thought. It had been decided that the four of them would prepare snack and drinks if you and Bakugo would pick a movie. “Soo- they’re clearly plotting something,” You joked at the blonde as you both dig through his movie collection. “Should we pick a movie they can’t handle as revenge?” This elicited a laugh out of him.

“I didn’t think ‘little miss sunshine and rainbows’ would come up with such a devious idea.” He snorted at you.

“Sunshine and Rainbows only appear after a dark storm.” You smirked while pointing at him.

He laughed, you almost dropped the DVD you were looking at when you heard it. “Oh, this is gonna be great.” The two of you picked the most gruesome and twisted movie you could find in his collection. Putting it in his DVD player before the others returned. You and Bakugo were chuckling at each other, unwittingly it seemed to excite the other four. You and Bakugo sat on his bed as the rest sat choice-fully on the floor. Denki turned off the lights as Mina sorted out snacks so everyone could reach them and passed around drinks.

They movie started fine, easily pulling them in, you stifled laughter. Bakugo was much better at doing that, though he had a smirk plastered onto his face. You adjusted yourself to pulling your knees up to your chest comfortably, to an outside perspective your were preparing for the movie to get more twisted, from Bakugo’s perspective he just noted a smile that curled at your lips behind your hands that rested on your knees. He started to get irritated with how much attention he paid to you. The simple ways you shifted as the movie dragged on, the excitement that built up causing you to bite your bottom lip. He had the urge to smack you and telling you to stop biting your lip. He shook his head at the thought. Nope, nu-uh. These are not thoughts he was ready to have. He forced his attention from you and focused on the movie with knitted brows.

You adjusted again, crossing your legs and grasping your ankles in anticipation. Part of you was totally enthralled in the movie, you love this stuff, the other part was excited for the wicked prank you and Bakugo had setup for your poor unwitting friends. The first scene that got to them came, enticing a loud set of screeches from the four on the floor and you had gasped at the scene jumping a little and then a chuckle at their responses. You looked back at Bakugo who was already looking at you and beamed, “Success.” You whispered at him, he smirked back and nodded before your attention was back on the screen.

By the time the movie was over you firmly believe you traumatized the four, “WHY WOULD YOU PUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT ON.” Mina whisper yelled.

You and Bakugo glanced at each other from where you sat on the bed and laughed softly, “I thought it was a good movie.” You retorted.

“You guys are a bunch of babies, if you want to watch something soft you pick the movie.” Bakugo snorted waving a hand at the movie collection, it was movie night after all.

Denki looked a little brain fried as Mina and Kirishima darted to the movie collection to pick something to quell their pained minds. You laughed again, sliding off the bed as you looked at the time. “It’s getting late, we can afford one more movie but I’m gonna go change.”

You made your way out of Bakugo’s room to yours, you tossed your hair up in a messy bun and threw on a baggy shirt, a pair of shorts and a warm cardigan. Quickly making your way back to his room when you hear bickering. “Don’t you dare, that’s (Y/N/N)’s!” You hear Mina say.

You poke your head in to see her wrangling your phone from Bakugo’s grip, trying to get the photo you slid into your case out. “Oh-ho.” You piped out, “I see, I can’t trust you with my belongings.” You snorted, knowing how he felt about the hilarious photo. You slid in quickly snatching your phone from them both before finding your barely warm spot still on the bed.

Mina huffed in success and Bakugo just crossed his arms, “It’s just a stupid photo.” He grumbled.

“It’s my stupid photo, Spice.” You said, “And if you try to take it again I’ll print large poster versions of it and plaster it to every wall in the school.” You chided at him with an almost evil smirk.

He groaned and Mina turned the lights back off as the next movie played. You felt Bakugo’s knee tap yours, as if it was some silent confirmation of your words. Your smile softened a bit and you glanced at him from the corner of your eye. His scowl still ever present but softer than his usual. Kirishima yawned, causing everyone else to yawn. You cozied yourself in your sweater against the wall as you watched the movie with half lidded eyes. Your shoulders slouched a bit and you ended up leaning you arm into Bakugo, who just stiffened at the action. This kept you awake through the movie, not that you were paying it any attention to it.

Bakugo on the other hand was now wide awake due to your sudden touch into his arm, this is not how he expected things to go. Though your prank was an absolute success, he wasn’t prepared for the aftermath. He was irritated and confused at your current actions, you should be angry at him not leaning into him! Did he want you to be mad at him? He couldn’t think straight.

As soon as the movie ended he ushered everyone out, even you in your sleepy stupor. You and Mina just looped arms and made your way back to the girls side of the building, triple checking that you had your phone.

You knocked out quickly when you got to your room, you had a great weekend. Bakugo didn’t have such luck, he just assumed you showed anger different ways and made a mental list of what to do about it before he had the luxury of sleep.

——

The next morning you were back to your usual routine, however you found you weren’t the first one up. You watched the blonde cook in the kitchen before starting your routine, you got ready to exercise when you decided to disturb him. “Good morning, Spice. Food smells great, as usual.”

You watch his frame stiffen, but grunt as usual, “Morning, (Y/N).” He groaned, maybe he slept on the wrong side of the bed? You thought, continuing your stare at him.

“I’m gonna work out, come grab me if you need anything, okay?” You offered but he just waved you off stiffly. You got to your work out, followed by a shower and drying your hair properly so you didn’t have to listen to Bakugo whine about it. Making your way back to the kitchen to make tea for the both of you. The blonde just stiffened at your presence in the kitchen so you made quick work of the tea, this morning was different though. Bakugo had made breakfast for you too, uh oh. You thought, something must’ve happened. “Are you alright?” You asked staring in surprise, “Not that I’m not elated to try your cooking but-“ You were cut off by him shaking his head and starting to eat.

You watched him for a minute before started to eat as well, holy shit. Was all you could think, “This is really good.” You said softly, smiling as you quickly ate.

He still didn’t say anything, you wondered what snapped in him. You finished quickly and when he was done he collected your dishes. Finishing his cooking in the kitchen after the rice cooker pinged. You flitted through your papers making sure everything was in order for the day when you hear a *thump* beside you. You looked over and it was a larger than average bento, wrapped neatly. You just cocked an eyebrow at it and looked at Bakugo, “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s wrong?” He’s clearly broken this morning. “Are you sick?” He scowled down at you, differently than you’ve seen before. He just let out a frustrated noise at your confused behavior.

You watch him for a moment before anything happens, he just pushes out the chair beside you and sits crossing his arms scowling differently at you. “The last time you were weirdly quiet and gave me lunch as when you blew up my hand...” You lean your head back thinking before it clicks. “Oh my god, is this about the sticker??”

He just groans in frustration, “Obviously! Your probably furious with me!” He hissed, watching your form relax, no smile in sight just concern. “I don’t fucking know!” He threw his hands out.

You put your hand to your face, a chuckle escaped you and turned to a hearty laugh, “Katsuki.” He flinched, that’s the first time you’ve said his name. “I’m not mad, that sticker is just a fucking sticker. I only wanted to keep it because it’s an original. Those photo booths have an option to email the photos, so I have a digital copy.” You pull out your phone and hand it to him. “If you don’t want me to have it to the point of this much guilt or frustration, take it. I won’t fight you, Spice.”

He stared at you in awe, now he just felt like a fucking idiot. His brain was addled with you over some stupid fucking sticker. What is going on with me?? You seemed to agree that he was losing his shit, not that you even knew it was about you. He pushed your phone back towards you and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Don’t worry about it.” Was all he said before he got up to clean, leaving you with both photo and bento. He doesn’t say anything to you for the rest of the morning as he disappears to finish getting ready for school.

——

A few days passed and Kirishima brought up the provisional licensing exams that passed before you transferred in. “He probably would have passed if you were there (Y/N).” Kirishima says in passing. You had asked him how they did the testing in Japan.

You hummed at the comment before looking at the redhead, “I don’t think I could have made him be nice to people.” You shrugged a bit, he only failed because he’s abrasive. “He doesn’t yell at me because I’ve proven I can kick his ass.” The comment makes you both chuckle but Bakugo just shouts out in the distance, you both only laugh harder.

That morning the class found out about the work study program, you weren’t here for the sports festival so your options were more limited. Ochaco wanted to introduce you to GunHead but he wasn’t taking work study students; Aizawa said Amajiki-Senpai would introduce you and Kirishima to Fatgum. The two of you fist bump at the offer knowing full well that your friend harassed the poor kid into it. No one could foresee the events that followed.

You found yourself in a meeting discussing the take down of a Yukuza crime syndicate and the rescue of a small girl named Eri. The details of the situation she was in made your stomach churn. Over the next few days you found yourself hanging out with Kirishima, Ochaco, Asui and Izuku more. You all were brooding over the up coming event, your normal routine didn’t change much but the event pulled the 5 of you together. On movie night Denki decided to bring it up to you and Kirishima, you both just kind of looked at each other before making up some bullshit answer. “Honestly, the work study program is just a lot more than we expected. We were just brooding about it.” Was all you could manage, you rubbed the back of your neck uncomfortably. You hear Bakugo click his tongue at the blatant lie but you couldn’t defend yourself. It was getting harder to wear your usual smile while waiting for a message for the raid.

—

The day of the raid was devastating, even though the raid itself went by a lot faster than you had expected. You rode in the ambulance with Sir Night Eye, keeping him stable until you arrived at the hospital. You can’t regrow other people’s missing organs but you did everything you could, you just sobbed for most of the time. You were lucky you didn’t receive any damages that would have you stuck in the hospital, you helped heal everyone’s wounds to get them out sooner but it was draining. A few hero’s who claimed to be in your debt brought food to you as you ran around the hospital. Forcing you to sit down and eat, you thanked them telling them they didn’t have to but they waved off the comment.

——

A few days later you were sitting, curled up in the corner and arm of a couch, in the common room in the middle of the night, you didn’t want to be stuffed in your room anymore. You felt like your tears dried out, you just sat staring at your phone screen when you heard foot steps from behind. You payed no mind to it as they walked into the kitchen, you’ve been staring at the same page on your phone trying to focus until the other person spoke, “It’s the middle of the night, go to bed dumbass.” You looked up to see Bakugo, he was right but something made tears bubble in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill.

Bakugo had just run down to get a bottle of water when he saw you sitting on the couch, you were just on your phone so he couldn’t understand why you weren’t doing that in your room. After he spoke up he turned to face you, he saw tears in your eyes as they slowly ran down your cheeks. He panicked he’d never admit that, he walked over and squat down in front of you. He didn’t say anything but he just stared up at you with his brows knitted. “S-sorry. Ah-I just, I d-don’t-“ You stuttered and rubbed your eyes furiously.

He clicked his tongue, “Shut up.” He hissed, he hears what ever you were going to say hitch in your throat and you try to stifle your tears. “That’s not- ugh.“ He cut himself off, comforting people wasn’t in the list of things he was good at. Bakugo gets up from were he was squatting and walks back into the kitchen. When he gets back he hands you water bottle and sits down next to you. “Drink.”

Your hands were shaking but you managed to open the bottle and take a sip, Bakugo finally got a glance at the mess behind your hands. Your (E/C) eyes were red and puffy, the skin around them was raw, your nose and cheeks were irritated from being rubbed at. His brows knit further watching you struggle to put the lid back on. He just snatched the lid and puts it back on for you, “T-thanks.” You sputtered at him, “Sorry, I’m a mess aren’t I?” You force our a small chuckle, he only clicks his tongue.

“Stop apologizing when you’ve done nothing wrong!” He whisper yells at you, you nod at him from behind your hands as they made their way back to your face. “Stop that!” He grabbed your wrists causing you to look at him, when he hoped you’d stop abusing your pretty face he let go of your wrists and grabbed your ankles. You almost yelped at the action as he just lifted them up and aggressively scooted closer, dropping your legs over his lap. “What the fuck is so wrong that’s got Little Miss Sunshine in tears?” He hissed at you.

You almost gaped at him, who is this and what have they done with Bakugo?? As soon as you snapped back to reality you wrapped your arms around your thighs, tears still dripping out of your eyes. “I just, I feel like a failure.” You go on to explain the raid, how messed up Kirishima and Tamaki-senpai got and the loss of Sir Night Eye. “I should’ve been able to do more!” You whisper yelled through tears, “My quirk is molecular regeneration for fucks sake!” You dropped your head into your knees, sobbing quietly.

Bakugo had crossed his arms and listened as you explained everything. Kirishima was his best friend sure but even he knows there’s a limit to every quirk. “(Y/N).” You lifted your head to look at him. “You’re not a fucking miracle worker.” He adjusted in his seat, propping an arm up on the back of the couch and leaning his head into his fist, you felt him adjust which made you focus for the first time on his close proximity. You went to say something back but nothing came out, you dropped your chin onto your knees and let the tears stream thinking about what he said. You knew he was right, you used your quirk a ton before Kirishima and Sir Night Eye were even brought out, even the medic staff thanked you greatly for keeping Sir Night Eye stable the whole way to the hospital. “This is a part of working as a Hero.” He grumbled.

You stayed quiet for some time before responding, “I know.” You tilted to the side and leaned into the blonde, your tears slowing. Your head and knees leaned into his chest lightly, you could feel him stiffen at the action. You went to sit up properly when you felt him pull you back roughly, you let out a small ‘oof’ at the action. The whole situation bubbles up in your stomach, causing you to giggle through what’s left of your tears. “If you keep being nice to me I might have to call you Sweets instead of Spice.” You snorted out softly.

You could feel him stifle a chuckle before clicking his tongue, “Shut up!” He growled, “Don’t even think about telling anyone I was soft with you once!”

You chuckle a bit and lift your head to look at him, wiping your face with your shirt. “You really think I’d share such a sappy moment about you? Nuh-uh, this is my memory.” You chuckle a bit and lean back into him, missing the blush that decorated his scowling face. The two of you stayed like that for awhile before he convinced you that you were tired and should go to bed, you groaned and yawned before you begrudgingly agreed.

The next day Bakugo invited told you to go with him to see Kirishima, you agreed a bit reluctantly. He basically dragged you by the wrist the entire way there, you blushed over the action but didn’t argue. When you arrived Bakugo watched you in a bit of confusion as you were basically on a first name basis with the nurses, and older nurse had pulled you into a big hug that elicited a loud whine from you. They laughed and sent the two of you up to the room where Kirishima was. When you opened up the door you found the redhead was wide awake, he offered a bright smile that just made you cry again. Visible panic set in his face and Bakugo dragged you in by the hand to sit next to him, he explained the situation to his friend and the two let you sob. “I heard about everything you did.” Kirishima said, “I get where you’re coming from but you did a lot (Y/N/N). Like a lot-a lot.” He told Bakugo about what he heard from the nurses and Fatgum about your frenzy around the hospital with all the hero’s and officers who were at the raid.

“I’m sorry for getting upset.” You mumbled, “I just feel stupid. I know what I signed up for when I decided to go into the field of Heroism, but this was just a kick to the gut.” You rubbed your temples a bit, “Honestly, having my arm blown up was better than being this unprepared.” You sputtered, this earned a chuckle from the two.

“Dumbass, I told you you’re not a miracle worker!” Bakugo spat and dropping his palm on the top of your head, ruffling your hair aggressively. “Now stop being upset!” He hissed, you and Kirishima laughed at his aggressive ‘kindness’. The three of you talked for awhile, you offered to heal your friend more but he declined saying he’d be out soon anyway. You pouted but understood.

When you left Bakugo was still dragging you by your hand, “Thanks.” You said softly, smiling a bit. “That made me feel better.” You squeezed his hand lightly when he grunted at you. Such a weirdo, you wondered what’s gotten into him lately.

“Shut up.” He shouted, “It’s fucking weird seeing you upset.”

“Is that your version of saying you like seeing me happy?” You sniggered, this only elicited his grip on your hand to tighten. Your chuckles were cut short and you blushed loudly at the situation, he likes seeing me happy? You internally questioned.

After the trip to the hospital you became way too aware of Bakugo’s presence, anytime you bumped into him or happened to be too close your ears burned with blush. You were finally feeling more like yourself and now you felt like a wrench was thrown into your mind. As far as you could tell Mina was (of course) the first to notice. She pulled you into Jiro’s room, causing you to yelp. “Spill it (Y/N/N)!” She put her hands on her hips while wearing a smug grin. Jiro and Ochaco just stared at you two confused.

“What.” You chocked out.

She wiggles her eyebrows, “You’re all blushy with Bakugo! That’s what!” You almost tackled her at the statement.

“DON’T SAY THAT.” You shouted, the other girls were quick to pick up the situation. Mina grabbed your wrists and the other girls started to poke at you, you squealed loudly from being tickled.

All the yelling caused concern in the other dorm-mates who knocked on the door. Momo opened it up revealing herself, Toru and Iida. “(L/N) has a crush on someone! We’re trying to get her to confess the details!” Jiro tittered.

“DON’T LISTEN TO HER. SOMEONE HELP ME.” You cried out from being tickled, Momo ushered Iida to leave and the girls entered the room to poke at you. “NO!” You shouted while laughing.

“Just tell us what happened!” Ochaco teased you finally agreed and huffed for air.

You collapsed on Jiro’s bed, “I was really upset the other night Bakugo basically said he likes seeing me happy and now I’m like- hyperaware of his presence and the things he’s done. I feel like I’m losing my mind!” You whined softly.

“What’s he done?” Momo asked, you sat up and explained what he did after the sticker incident. You absolutely showed them the sticker and told them that he’s the one who’s been making you lunches. Mina explained how you easily calmed him from almost destroying the arcade game, the other girls just gave you the knowing look.

“Girl.” Mina facepalms, trying her hardest not to laugh. “How are you both are so fucking dense?”

You throw your hands up defensively, “I don’t know!” You yell out when there’s another knock at the door.

Jiro gets up to open it, and speak of the devil. “Boy Wonders here.” This elicits an unintelligible shout from you.

“Wha- AGH. Can you stop making her yell.” Bakugo glowered at your friend.

“I don’t think that’s on me, it’s just.… Girl talk.” She retorts with a snicker. He hears you groan in the background and sees a pillow thrown, your face is undeniably blushing.

He puts his hand on the door and leans in over the girl. “(Y/N), stop yelling.” He says sternly, your face drops into the bed as you wave him off. The girls are laughing at the interaction but he just scowls at them and walks off.

“Can someone just bury me already, I’m dying.” You hissed from the bed.

“So, he obviously likes you.” Jiro says walking back.

“Ohmygod. No he doesn’t!” You blurted.

“If he didn’t like you he would’ve told us all to ‘shut the fuck up’ or ‘keep it down’. He made that about you.” Mina jeered at you.

“Bakugo only feels anger!” You laughed, you knew that was a lie but he’d kill you if you said otherwise.

“Maybe he just feels less angry with you?” Ochaco snorted.

“I’ve never seen him be that considerate to anyone, let alone be as nice as you’ve mentioned.” Momo said.

“You’re in denial because you just noticed your feelings for him.” Toru snickered.

Mina laughed and grinned deviously, “If you’re so sure why don’t you ask him?”

“Wh-what? N-NO! I can’t do that!” You stammered, sitting up quickly. “If he liked me he would’ve said something by now! Can any of you imagine him just letting something he wants get away from him?” The girls looked between each other, you were right.

“OH.” Toru piped. “What if we convince him your interested in someone else? If he likes you he’ll do something about it right?” You could hear the implications in her voice.

You frowned deeply, teetering your head back. “That’s... Fair? I guess, but what if he like, tries to interrogate you guys?” You question, the girls smile and usher you out to make a plan.

Over the next several days the girls in passing talk about you and your crush, making sure it comes up in conversation near you and Bakugo. You always blush whenever they do, making sure you get a good jab or pinch in every time.

Bakugo is getting increasingly frustrated, you guys hang out all the time. What was this stupid crush about? Why was he angry about it? Why did he want to confront you over it? This frustration has him blowing up over everything. He’s managed to break pens, pencils, cups, plates, a book, and a few other miscellaneous objects. Denki and Sero try to get you to calm him down but you said he hasn’t talked to you or made the problem apparent so there’s nothing you can do.

“I think this is about your crush.” Denki mentions, which for you was the final straw you snapped, you were so tired of this crush nonsense.

“Denki.” You smile at him your gaze was dark in frustration, he looks over at you. “If I have to hear anything else about that topic I will flip your skin inside out, rub salt on it and throw vinegar at you.” You smile widens evilly. “Got it?” He just nodded furiously and runs off.

You drop your head on the counter where you sat at the kitchen bar, groaning loudly. You feel an aggressive tapping on your shoulder seconds later. You snap in their direction with a scowl, it’s Bakugo. Your expression softens when you’re met by an equal glare, “Come with me. Now.” He commanded, you follow him reluctantly. You weren’t paying much mind but you slowly realized you were heading to the boys dorms, more specifically his room.

You’ve been in there dozens of times, why are you so nervous now? You let out a sigh, trying to calm yourself as you made your way into the room. You sat on the edge of his bed, like you had many times before. “What can I do for you, Spice?” You ask, smiling at his glare.

He started pacing back and forth, he isn’t quite sure why he brought you here. He’s just mad and it has something to do with you. “What is this whole crush nonsense about?”

You froze a bit, “I have a crush on someone and the girls weaseled information out of me.” You rubbed the back of your neck, the statement was pointed, it wasn’t a complete lie.

He just stared at you in disbelief, all your actions proved you were telling the truth. “Who?” He hissed, less asking and more demanding. You looked down at your feet, you didn’t say anything. “Is it Kirishima?” He snapped, I mean it would make sense with how broken up you were with his injuries. You stared at him, squinting your eyes a bit. Giving him the ‘are you serious?’ expression. “Tell me it’s not Denki? Dudes a fucking idiot.”

You laughed out at this comment, “No, dumbass. I’m not that desperate.” You roll your eyes, you watch the gears turn in his head furiously. It’s not clicking. “For fucks sake, Spice. You really can’t figure it out?”

He scowls at you, you just groan and jump from your seat. You walk up, get in his face and grab him by his shirt collar. You pull his face into your for a kiss. It takes a few seconds for him to grab you by your waist and pull you up, kissing deeper. He bit at you lip as if asking to enter your mouth, you comply easily while you wrap you arms around his neck. Your fingers find his hair when you both pull away for air. “You could’ve just said something, dumbass.”

“Oh, I am not the only dumbass here, Sweets.” You snickered at him. A frustrated blush tints his cheeks at the new nickname.

“Don’t call me that.” He snaps pulling you in aggressively for another kiss.

You tug at his hair a bit at the kiss, “Only when we’re alone.” You retort between kisses. “God, I don’t know if I should kill the girls or thank them.” You pant out, he sends you a questioning look. You chuckle a bit, “The whole crush nonsense was their tactic to force us to admit we had feelings for each other.” Bakugo’s face burned with frustration but he found that he was far less frustrated after the aggressive make out session. Your phone pinged with a text from Mina.

Mina:

Are you making out or killing each other? Hurry up it’s movie night!

Received 5:59PM

(Y/N):

Yes

Sent 6:00PM (seen)

(Y/N):

You hurry up we’re already here

Sent 6:00PM (seen)

You removed yourself from his grasp and grabbed his hand. “Come on, let’s pick a movie and pretend fight so they’ll shut up.” He just rolled his eyes and smirked. Not too long after the rest of the Bakusquad (minus Kirishima) made their way to his room, followed by a few of the other curious girls. “You’re so fucking weird why would buy that??”

“It’s a classic! Dumbass, why don’t you have good taste in movies?” He hissed.

“Ooh, excuse me for having my own opinion!” You snapped, it was so hard not to laugh.

“What have we done..” Mina groans.

You both look at the door, “Shut up!” You both hissed in unison, snapping back to face each other.

“Don’t copy me!” You yelled.

“You’re one to talk!” He snorted.

Mina ushered the girls off while her and Sero broke up the fight, little do they know it’s totally fake. Mina picks a LOTR movie at random. “Just sit down and let’s enjoy a movie!” She snapped. You both fake hissed at each other as you sat in your normal spots on his bed, a bit closer than normal.

While the others got caught up in the movie you silently laughed to get it out of your system, Bakugo snorted quietly at the whole situation.

At some point during the movie when you adjusted your sitting to stretch your legs Bakugo decided to lay across your lap. Not like a normal person would with their head in you lap, but on his side. The side of his abdomen pressed down your thighs as he propped him head up on his hand. Elbow pressed into the mattress, he snicker as you readjusted. You didn’t mind as much as he thought you did, you were focused on the movie. You had absentmindedly started to comb your fingers through his hair, causing him to get tired. The movie was about 4 hours long, which ran into the time you and the blonde typically went to sleep. Bakugo had already fallen asleep across your lap, you had crossed your arms and started dozing off.

When the movie was over, Mina, Denki and Sero got up to go get ready for bed. When they turned on the light they all stared at the sight before them, you were sat dozed off peacefully against the wall. Your arms crossed head still slightly upright, one leg out and one leg bent with the foot on the opposing knee. While Bakugo was laying on his chest in your lap with one arm under and wrapped around your bent leg with his face buried into your thigh like it was a pillow. Mina was quick to silence her phone and snap a dozen photos, “Should we wake them?” Sero whispers.

Denki shook his head, “You really want to wake the two scariest people we know?” The other two agree and quickly escape the room and turn the light back off.

——

Bakugo woke up in the middle of the night, he was warm and cold in all the wrong places. He rubbed his face into what he quickly realized wasn’t a pillow and shot upright. There you were, totally asleep. Same position as the Bakusquad had left you in, with the softest snores escaping you. He just stared at you in shock before he reaches over for his phone. It’s 2 am, he debates whether to wake you or not. He decided to just scoop you up and lay you down on his bed, there’s no getting out of this one. He gets up to change into his sleepwear and climb back into bed, you were already in comfortable clothing (shorts and a baggy t-shirt). He pulls the covers over you and lays facing the wall with his back to you under the covers.

The sun flickered against your eyelids and woke you as usual in the morning, but something was different this morning. You felt a warm and heavy weight holding you down, when you opened you eyes you realized what’s wrong. You were still in Bakugo’s room, you felt him adjust in his sleep which forced you to assess the situation. He was big spooning you, in his bed, one arm under your neck and the other arm wrapped around your waist, hand under your shirt tucked beside your bare ribs, lightly snoring into your neck where his face was nuzzled. Holy shit, was all your brain could process.

You decided to sneakily grab your phone, double check it was on silent mode and snap a few pictures. You now have dirt on him forever. You attempt to pry yourself from his sleeping grip but the second you manage to sit up right his sleeping form curls around your waist. As cute as this is you wanted to go change and get ready for the day, “Hey, Sweets?” You whine at him, he adjusts in his spot. “Bakugo.” You press further, he grumbled but nothing further. You think for a moment and lean down a bit, “Katsuki.” You say in the most seductive voice you can manage, this quickly pries his eyes open. It takes him a solid 30 seconds to realize the position he’s in, how the fuck did this happen?? He doesn’t quite move as he feels his face heat up. “Good morning. Please free me so I can get ready, I’ve been trying to get you up for like 5 minutes.” You yawned out to him, stretching a bit. When he finally let go he just lazily dropped his face in his pillow that now smelt like you, groaning softly.

You looked back at his figure, frustrated noises escaping him as his neck turned red. You just laughed softly before making your way to get your day started.

Bakugo came down with a few other, later than usual when Mina finally tackled you in the lounge. “You’ll never believe what I got a picture of last night!” She snickered.

You laughed softly, “Oh I have an idea, considering what I got a picture of this morning.” You both laughed at this, “You’re such an ass, why didn’t you wake me up?”

Mina just shows her pictures triumphantly in response, you ask her to send them to you when you show her the pictures you got this morning. Her jaw looked like it was about to fall off when Bakugo sped over to see. “DELETE THAT.”

“Absolutely not.” You locked your phone and hid it away. “You’re so cute when your asleep, so peaceful.” You gushed, Mina was actively losing her marbles at the interaction. “Get over it Spice, you can delete them if you beat me in a fight.” You winked at him, the whole speech burned a blush into his face as he stomped off shouting. “He’s so cute when he’s embarrassed.” You snickered to Mina as you both stood up.

“SHUT UP!” He bellowed out from the kitchen, causing you to laugh harder.

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plainbrunettelbl · 5 years ago

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ABO (A) Fatgum Toyomitsu Taishiro x (O) Reader Candy Cane Lane

Word count: 1140

Warnings: Mentions of blood and almost assault

Title: ABO (A) Fatgum Toyomitsu Taishiro x (O) Reader Candy Cane Lane

Summary: Tai and you go see the Christmas lights together and run into a snag on your way home.

(Gif not mine)

🍬-You had been with your lovely mate Taishiro for about one year now. You got together in the spring so you both had yet to experience Christmas together. Tai wanted to make this first Christmas the best.

🍬-You had already decorated your shared apartment together but haven't done anything else for the holiday season. That’s why when he found a flyer on his way home from patrol about Candy Cane Lane, a whole block filled up with lights and decorations he knew he wanted to take you.

🍬-Not gonna lie he wanted some cute pictures of you among the Christmas lights for his desk at the agency. The thought of you all bundled up and red-faced made him warm.

🍬-You had agreed of course.

🍬-He made sure you were bundled up from head to toe. Scarf, gloves, hat, and jacket all warm and thick. Candy Cane Lane wasn’t too far from your house so you both decided to walk to and from.

🍬-He didn’t need all of the layers as you did so he just stayed in his hero jacket and added a comfortable pair of black sweats to go with it. Some kids recognized him and he was happy to throw candy canes their way.

🍬-You had loved every light-up display and the inflatable snowmen that you both came across. Some of the houses even had Christmas cookies and hot chocolate to sell.

🍬-Tai, of course, bought a dozen and a half. The dozen he munched on while walking with along and the rest for you. You couldn’t finish six whole cookies so you gave the rest to Tai when you had your fill.

🍬-He was more happy to swallow those down as well.

🍬-Your mate was a bottomless pit but you wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world. He was as kind as they come. Filled with nothing but the drive to bring out the best in his interns.

🍬-You went soft anytime you saw him mentoring them. You knew he was going to make an amazing father to your future pups. You two had just bonded not even two months ago so you knew pups wouldn’t be for a while but the thought made your Omega purr.

🍬-Tai had asked you to pose for various different pictures. One in front of a wall filled with Christmas lights and the two of you hugging and beaming to the camera.

🍬-Another of you standing next to a light-up reindeer.

🍬-Every time he would snap a picture he would shower you with compliment saying how beautiful you looked in every single one for them. If your cheeks weren't already flushed from the cold he would have noticed what his sweet words did to you.

🍬-Once you had gone down the block and back he purchased one more dozen Christmas cookies to eat on the way back to your apartment. The night had gotten colder so you huddled into his side more.

🍬-He had taken notice, “I can absorb you until we get home, Sweets.” He offered with a broad smile.

🍬-He loved nothing more than to cuddle with you using his quirk. At first, you were a little hesitant about how it would feel but once you sank into his body you knew regular cuddles wouldn't cut it anymore.

🍬-“Yes, please.” You crooned.

🍬-Normally you would hold out until you reach your warm apartment but you felt more cuddly today so you have in.

🍬-You turned towards him and let him lift you into his strong arms. You were wrapped around him like a koala. He unzipped his jacket a little so your head could peek out.

🍬-Your hat the same color as his jacket. It must have blended in too well since what happened next shocked you.

🍬-“Well, if it isn’t Fatgum.” A voice croaked from a nearby alley. Fatgum turned and tried to get a better look at the figure. All he saw was a covered face and something glinting in his hand.

🍬-You felt Tai stiffen. His Alpha instinct already telling him some bad was about to happen. He knew if it was a gun or knife and he adsorbed the attack it would end up hitting you instead.

🍬-The thought of you blooded and crumbled to the floor made his eyes turn red. His Alpha ready to destroy anything that dared harm his precious mate. He quickly released you from his embrace before pushing you out of harm’s way.

🍬-You might have tripped and fallen flat on your face but he was too focused on the threat at hand. Within minutes he had the guy beaten and slightly more bloodied than usual.

🍬-The others at his agency wouldn’t bat an eye at the battered villain, clearly impressed Fatgum held back enough not to kill him over the harm he could have caused his mate.

🍬-Once he had the guy subdued he ran over to your shaking form. You had tried to stay out of his way but couldn't bring yourself to flee. If things went south you wouldn’t hesitate to step in to protect your Alpha.

🍬-“Are you okay, Y/N?” He rushed, his hands flying over your body to check for possible injuries.

🍬-“I’m fine, Taishiro.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile.

🍬-His brow dipped, “No, you’re not. You have a scratch, Sweets.” He eyed your eyebrow as it had a tiny cut beading blood.

🍬-“It’s nothing Tai. I am just glad you are safe.” You wrapped your arms around his stomach because Lord knows he was too tall for you to wrap your arms around his neck.

🍬-He grumbled before lifting you into his arms.

🍬-“We are gonna go home and eat caramel popcorn while cuddling on the couch. I need you close right now, Omega.” His voice was slightly shaky.

🍬-He didn’t want to think about what could have happened to you tonight.

🍬-“I would want nothing more, Alpha.” You kissed him with a smile. Making sure to send out a purr to calm him down. It worked but you knew he wouldn’t fully settle until you were both back home safe and sound.

🍬-“I love you, Alpha.” You hummed.

🍬-“I love you too, Y/N.” He breathed, making sure to bend down to scent you.

🍬-You ended up exactly how he wanted. Laying on top of him on the couch, munching on caramel popcorn and watching Christmas movies. He has taken care of your cut and would pout every time he would catch sight of the small bandage.

🍬-You would kiss him on the lips every time you caught him frown. His mood would go back to normal after that. He might have scowled a few more times than necessary for more pecks.

🍬-You laughed at his silly antics. He was the best Alpha an Omega could have.

First time writing for FatGum. I don’t read the Manga so I only know what I learned from the anime. I hope he came out alright. I have another idea in mind for him. Hope you liked it! 💕

#my hero academia #bnha imagines #BNHA Headcanons #bnha x reader #bnha taishiro #taishiro toyomitsu #fatgum #angst #Christmas fluff #fluff #bnha fluff #overprotective #pro hero #Alpha #Omega #omegaverse #mates

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letstalkaboutbl · 4 years ago

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Review of Gameboys

I know I am late to the game, but I been a little busy. For starters, my aunt moved to another state just a couple of days ago, so I helped her pack stuffs and get everything set up. I was pretty much with her 24/7. Then I helped my cousin moved out too, and I was also busy with my own work. But, that didn’t stop me from watching some BL during my free time, and one that really got my attention and I think deserves all the hype is GAMEBOYS

Gameboys is the story of Cairo and Gav. Cairo is a gamer who streams his games, and Gav was one of his followers. After Gav wins a match againts Cairo, he sends him a friend request in a platform I feel its like facebook (lmao). Gav doesn’t waste time, and tells him that if he wins another match againts Cairo, he is going to start flirting with him. Gav wins the game and he starts flirting with Cairo.

However, although this is all cute and all, what got my attention was not just their love story, but where and how their friendship ( and later relationship) starts, but how the director and crew incorporated what some of us are living during the pandemic. For instance:

1. Lockdown

The majority of our countries, states, and cities, are in lockdown. Although some of our countries are moving faster than other in reopening again everything, we are still limited in the number of times we can go out, or we have curfews. The majority of us are trying to keep ourselves busy, trying to forget a little than we are living in the middle of a pandemic and that doctor, nurses, and essential workers are putting their lives on risks for us. We see can Gav and Cairo talk about how they are trying to live their lives in lockdown, and how their whole lives changed. Moreover, every time we see how they get into social media there are posts about how essential workers are doing, what their government is doing right or wrong. I think in a way, the director is making a wake up call to some governments that are not helping or protecting their people. For instance, I do not know if I mentioned this but I was not born in the United States, I was born in El Salvador, and although the president of El Salvador did an amazing job to try and stop the spreading of the virus before it hit our country, a lot of other countries did not, like Mexico, Peru, Brazil, and Ecuador. I am not saying that other politicians did not do what they could to protect their people, but right now, as far as I know, are hot spots in South America. Even here, Texas right now is worse than what New York was when the pandemic started, our governor Cuomo, is trying to stop people from Texas coming to NY, because we barely got out of the worse.

2. Essential workers

Through the whole series we see how Cairo and Gav supporting essential workers, whether it is by reposting a status, or by preparing meals. More than once Gav was preparing healthy meals for the essential workers. I think this dynamic is helping us to appreciate what these people are doing for us. THEY ARE HEROES, and Gav and Cairo are helping us see that what we can do is staying home. In the later episode we see different doctors and nurses helping people, covering themselves with masks that look like those in scary movies. It is just a wake up call for us too.

3. Families fighting the virus

If you watched the show you know that Cairo’s dad has the virus. All through the series we see how Cairo seems sad because of it, and I am not giving spoilers but we know now why. If you guys had families, friends, or people you just knew around your neighborhood that had the virus, you know how hard it is for their families. My mother was exposed to the virus, to the point that myself and my father experience the symptoms. I lost some pounds because I was not eating properly due that you literally do not have taste or smell. However, I am thankful to God that our condition was not too bad to go to the hospital. My mother and father did not experience fevers at all, but I did. I had fever for two weeks and I was in the middle of finals at my College too. Either way, when I watched how Cairo’s life was put upside down because of his father having the virus, and how much he cared for him, I really felt for him.

4. Friends and Love

I think this is a story that has everything in it. I do not have words to explain enough how Gav and Pearl helped Cairo to be happier in his little and small world where he felt so alone. It is just so magical to see their friendship blossom, as well as the love between Gav and Cairo.

5. Acceptance

I cannot explain either this theme in the story, but I can say the words that Cairo’s mom said to him “Don’t apologize for being who you are.”

I hope you give this BL a try. In this lockdown, Gameboys is literally something I look forward every Friday. I CAN’T WAIT FOR EP 9

Side note:

I been having some ideas about a fanfic involving the 4 pillars of GMM, each one having their little story, but they have been friends since high school. I have like an idea, but I do not if you guys would like it. Each couple will face little obstacles like

Kris and Singto would like to adopt a child

Bright and Win having a hard time with their coworkers to accept

Off and Gun trying to marry

Tay and New trying to come out to their parents.

And I have like little guest in each episode like Mew and Gulf, and other people from different BLs... I have like the whole plot of the story of Krist and Singto, but just let me know guys if you want to read something like that

All love,

Lullaby

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yellowsugarwords · 5 years ago

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hi tay! i hope you're doing well. i had a lovely idea for a luke x reader headcannon. maybe an s/o who may not be too good at hunting, but they're CRAZY smart? like doctor spencer reid smart, yannow?

ooooo okay this is gonna be cute.

Luke didn’t know much about them when they showed up.

Only that they’d been abandoned by their previous group.

One of violence and selfishness.

Betrayal and bloodshed.

Luke was the one who stayed with them on their first night.

They had stumbled up to their doorstep.

Bloodied and beaten.

He didn’t need a reason.

He whisked them in without question.

It was that night in the kitchen did Luke learn more about them.

Sitting across the kitchen table.

They were too fearful to eat anything.

Only staring at the meal Luke made for them.

“They best us for not listening,” they said.

Eyes teary.

Voice weak.

“And when we couldn’t kill on command like they could,”

Y/N gulped.

“They almost beat us half to death.”

They turned away.

Closed their eyes.

Hugged their arms to their chest.

And lowered their head.

They were traumatized.

Petrified.

And Luke could do nothing to help.

He could only be there.

“They won’t get to you here.” Was all he could think to say.

Y/N didn’t sleep.

They couldn’t.

They were too worried.

They sat on the couch.

Sleepily blinking ahead.

Getting up to do chores when the rest of the house awoke.

Together, Luke offered to take them hunting.

Show them the ropes.

Keep an eye on them.

As they wandered into the woods, Luke heard them yawn.

“What did you do before all this?”

“You mean before the world ended?”

They chuckled sadly.

“I was still in school. Trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life.”

“Did you have a decision?”

Y/N shrugged. “I was thinking about medicine.”

Luke whistled. “Oh, so you’re a genius.”

Y/N laughed heartily.

And Luke could swear his heart fluttered hearing the sound for the first time.

“Far from it.”

Luke smirked, knowing better.

They were modest; Luke knew what much for sure.

No matter what Luke tried when it came to hunting, nothing worked for Y/N.

Bow and arrow? Bust.

Knife? Bad idea.

Gun? Too loud.

Knife throwing? Disaster.

“Told you I was far from a genius.” Y/N said.

Adjusting their bag as they headed home.

They’d caught nothing.

“You told me you were going into medicine,” Luke scoffed.

Turning to them.

Playfully rolling his eyes.

“You’re book smart. I never expected you to be good at physical activity.”

To that, Y/N laughed.

And Luke felt his chest warm up again.

When they returned, it was afternoon.

The bulk of chores were underway.

And prep for dinner that evening had begun.

Which meant Luke and Y/N got to relax.

Together they sat on the couch.

And Y/N yawned.

Luke studied them, eyes waned and worried.

“You should get some rest.”

“I can’t.”

“You can. You should.”

Y/N hesitated.

Blinked.

Debating just how bad their exhaustion was.

“I don’t have anywhere to sleep.”

“Use my bed.” He said.

Y/N nervously met his gaze.

Luke only shrugged.

Anxiously, Y/N glanced over her shoulder.

Glancing for the other cabin crew members.

Flitting their gaze hesitantly to the staircase.

Luke leaned forward so his soft words could be heard.

“I’ll stay with you,” he said softly, “if you’d like.”

Y/N nodded.

Giving a sheepish smile.

Luke escorted them to his room.

Gestured to his freshly made bed.

And sat on the floor.

“Don’t leave me alone up here.” Y/N said.

And Luke didn’t complain.

Together, they sat together.

Softly chatting from time to time.

Y/N’s voice growing softer and softer.

Until Luke felt a weight on his shoulders.

And heard gentle, steady sighs.

And Luke closed his eyes.

Cheeks rosy and bright.

In blissful heaven.

Beside his future.

#the walking dead game headcanons #twdg headcanons #headcanons #twdg #headcanon #the walking dead game #the walking dead game season 2 #twdgs2 #twdg luke #twdg reader #reader x luke #luke x reader #telltale #telltale the walking dead #telltale the walking dead game #telltale games #skybound entertainment #skybound games #skybound

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danurso · 5 years ago

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The adorkable blonde

Okay, i'll try to sum up the next stories cause this took me literally HOURS to make, and if i do the same for every single one of them i'll fucking die.

Title: The adorkable blonde.

Pairing: Jaune x Yang (Dragonslayer)

Status: abandoned.

Chapters wrote: 2

Total words so far: 10,170

Story:

I planned this story to be pretty simple and straightforward, it's set in a real life AU and it starts with yang being asked out by cardin, which she obviously refused.

Cardin was the captain of the football team and wasn't used to being denied by girls, unfortunately for him yang wasn't just any girl, and when he tried to get 'touchy' with her yang landed a direct punch on his stomach and walked away.

Yang wasn't just any girl, she was the leader of the boxing club, she could take down anyone be it boy or girl, she was the champion of the vytal boxing tournament last year, and would be this year as well if she didn't gave up from this year's tournament.

You see, the tournament she attended was on the same day as the ball of beacon, and because of it she lost the ball last year, but this year she intended to go to the ball with a very special someone. Said someone who just came in with her sister to greet her.

Jaune greeted yang along with ruby, there it was, the only guy who ever made her heart skip a beat, the only guy on this school she wanted to go to the ball with.

Ruby asked why did she leave so early and yang told her that she needed to talk with ozpin about dropping the boxing tournament, ruby asked why did she decided to drop the tournament and she explained that she wanted to attend the ball this year, she asked if yang already had a pair and yang told her that no, because she wasn't going to give up on the tournament just to go with a random guy who isn't going to take his eyes out of her babies, and she held her chest to emphasize her point.

Jaune instantly blushed and looked away making her grin and think about how cute he looks when blushing, she asked if he saw something he liked and before he could answer the gods saved him with the sound if a school bell ringing.

Jaune instantly says that he needs to leave for class before he gets late and vanishes in a split second leaving the girls back.

Ruby sighs and gives yang a disappointed look, and when the older girl asks about it ruby replies telling her that she's never going to go out with jaune if she keep pushing him away like that.

Yang felt a heat crawl up her face and tried to deny it, ruby said that they lived under the same roof their whole life and he knew about her crush on jaune, yang would try to deny again but blake suddenly came in and said that yang already passed the level of crush and was more head over heels for him, which ruby agreed while yang gave her a betraied look.

Blake deadpanned and told her to not give her that look, since everyone of their group knew about her crush on jaune except, obviously, jaune himself.

Yang tried to deny it but weiss joined them and when she asked what they were talking about and blake told what was the subject, she gave yang a tired loom and asked why didn't she confessed to him already.

Yang once again said that she didn't liked him like that and that even if she did liked, which she doesn't, it wouldn't matter because he and pyrrha are probably dating.

Blake reminded her that they didn't knew it for sure even though it was pretty obvious.

Pyrrha had feelings for jaune for all of the first year and nowadays they were always together, they sat next to each other in class and were always talking about stuff, pyrrha seemed to be a lot happier and didn't had more trouble to be around jaune, it was pretty obvious that there was something going on between them.

Weiss told her she wouldn't know if she didn't asked or tried to get closer but yang shrugged it off saying it was time for them to go to class.

During class yang had to suppress her jealousy feelings, not that she was jealous of anything, but there were some really ugly feelings wanting to leave.

At the moment pyrrha was sat very close to jaune, both of them smiling while making the exercices oobleck gave them.

Blake noticed how yang's expression was dark at the moment, she called her and asked what was going on, and with the fakest smile possible she replied that there was nothing wrong, blake told her she knew she was jealous and, unsurprisingly, yang denied, blake insisted and reminded her that they know each other since kindergarten and that yang always had her back, that at least once blake wanted to have hers.

She threw a few more arguments in and yang finally gave in, saying she had no idea what to do, she wanted to be closer to jaune but every time she tried to get closer she would get nervous and her yangstincts would kick in, making her tease him in some way, leaving him embarrassed and making him go away, and if that wasn't enough there was still pyrrha who yang was pretty sure was already dating jaune, so yeah, her options where pretty short.

Blake was happy that she finally opened up about it to her and told her they could talk about that later on her home, yang asked why and doctor oobleck intervene saying that it was because his class was for studying and not talking.

A few hours later and she's already leaving with ruby who asked if blake was going to sleep on their place, yang nodded and ruby hummed happily, telling yang that she was happy that she finally opened up about jaune, yang blushed and ruby answered the question before she could even ask, telling that she heard her and blake talking in class and she even called weiss to sleep over so all of them could make a plan for yang to get jaune's attention.

Yang didn't knew if she should kill or kiss her little sister, but she ran out of time to decide when qrow came in with summer after him, ruby instantly latched on her dad before he spoke a bit with yang, if qrow was home that meant her mother was home too, they talked a bit and qrow told her that she would need to borrow ruby till later, yang didn't had problems with that and so ruby leaved with qrow and summer, leaving back to go home alone.

At least that's what she thought, cause soon enough jaune came out of the school and joined her, he asked if she wouldn't mind him joining her on their way back, yang asked if he wasn't going to wait for pyrrha and he said that she's too busy with club stuff, and since his club dispensed him earlier he was already going back home.

Yang winced a bit, she knew neither jaune or pyrrha were at any clubs right now, perks of being the leader of a club herself and knowing most of the peoples in this school, she knew that jaune and pyrrha sneaked around the school every day while saying they had club stuff to do...honestly, why did she even bothered at this point, it was more than obvious that he and pyrrha were going out.

Yang accepted the company anyways and they started to walk back home, yang tried to break the awkward silence asking if he was quiet like that all the time or if he was just nervous of being around a cute girl like her, jaune blushed at that while yang mentally scolded herself.

Jaune told her that he was just nervous because its been awhile since they talked like that, just the two of them.

And he was right, yang asked about his family and he asked about hers, they talked a bit about her mother being back home and how tai must be happy like a puppy now that she's back. They managed to pull off a nice conversation, but after it ended there was only awkward silence again.

Yang was thinking about how could she pull another nice conversation like that, and asked about the ball, wincing right after because that was the first thing that came to her head. He replied saying that he had no one to go with and chuckled sadly asking who would even want to go to the ball with someone like him.

Yang ignored her mental screaming and asked who wouldn't want to go to the ball with him, he replied instantly asking if she would go with someone like him, she froze in her place, stunned and not knowing what to do, but in the meantime jaune sighed and started to walk again saying that it was just like that.

Yang catched up with him and tried to say that she would love to go to the ball with someone like him, jaune scoffed saying she could go with whatever boy she wanted, why would she want to go with him of all people?

'Because i love you dumbass!!'

She replied nervously, telling him that she just thinks it would be nice to go with him, jaune lokmed away and sighed, telling it was nice to talk but her needed to go now.

Yang was so distracted by the talk she didn't realized she was already home, jaune was her neighbor so if he came to his stop she came as well, and she walked into her home feeling like she just messed up her chance.

She walked in and greeted her mom who was cleaning her gun, raven noticed yang's long face and asked what was wrong with her, yang hesitated a bit but eventually spoke up, and asked how did she and her dad started dating.

Raven at first didn't got the question but yang explained that it would probably help her with a problem, raven sighed and told her the full story, about how she hated her dad at the start but eventually warmed up to him, to the point even just seeing his face would leave her flustered.

Yang chuckled imagined a flustered and embarrassed version of her mother, and by the end of the long story, raven had a small smile on her face, recalling how that goofball of taiyang managed to steal her heart, and out of nowhere tai popped up hugging raven from behind, raven headbutted him and told him to stop acting like an idiot.

Yang couldn't help but chuckle at her parent's antics, and she was feeling better after the story, so she thanked her mother and walked up to her room.

Later on, the room echoed with a loud "WHAT!?"

Blake, weiss and ruby were simply incredulous with the fact that jaune asked yang to the ball and she simply froze.

Yang reminded them that he just asked if she would like to go to the ball with someone...like him.

And once more they shouted, saying that it was the same thing and that she should have told him that she wanted to go with him.

Yang started to ramble, saying she knew that she messed up and that she shouldn't even bother anymore cause he already has pyrrha and she wasn't perfect like her.

Her friends and sister reminded her that she was just as perfect as pyrrha, and if she managed to control herself she wouldn't have problems to ask jaune to the ball.

Feeling the ego boost she just got from her friend yang stood up and declared that she would never let herself be dominated by. . .the. . .nervousness. . . .again. . . .

The girls just stared as yang started to talks slower and slower until she froze and started to drool with a hungry look. They got up and turned to where she was looking and found out the reason of why did she froze like that.

What yang was staring at was her window, but more importantly, what was on the other side of the window. They could all see through the window a shirtless jaune that apparently just came out of the bath with a towel wrapped on his waist, he picked up his phone on the table and walked away, and for that small moment yang could swear she saw the heaven of abs pectorals, jaune was a lot more defined than he let on.

All the girls had blushes on their faces and blake had to admit that jaune is hot, yang let herself fall face first on the pillow and screamed something between a curse and a plea, they had no idea what it was though since it was very muffled, when she finally stopped screaming she started to panic, she was already nervous before, how is she supposed to look at him now without remembering THAT.

Once again she started to mop about her low chances against pyrrha, but her friends didn't let her go far and promised they would find a way, and so they spent a good chunk of the night making plans that in the end didn't take her anywhere.

Later, when everyone was asleep, yang got up from her bed and decided to take a breather, she was really thankful that her friends were so excited about helping her but it did made her feel a bit. . .overwhelmed. so she left the room and leaved the house, sitting on the swing on her backyard.

That was her thinking place, where she came to sort things out, it was the place where she started to remember the good old times with she, jaune and ruby running on the courtyard, she remembered ruby trying to run after them and tripping half way through and how jaune cried while trying to help her, she always loved how caring he was with both her and her sister, but that's just how jaune was, he was kind to everyone.

"Yeah. . .everyone. . ."

Before she could go further into her thoughts she heard a voice calling her, she loomed over to the fence and jaune was standing there, asking if everything was alright, which she faked a nod and told him everything was okay

Jaune didn't buy the excuse and opened the door their parents made years before on the fence, walking into her backyard and sitting on the swing next to her.

She asked what was he doing up so late and he said he couldn't sleep and said cookies usually help him, he then offered some freshly baked vanilla cookies to her, they were her favorites.

Jaune asked what was wrong and she blushed a bit remembering of earlier, she told him she was okay, he didn't loomed like he bought the excuse but at least he stood silent and just offered some more cookies, she picked some more and ate, after that it was just silence.

Out of nowhere, yang thanked him. Jaune said it was no problem and it was just cookies, she said she wasn't thanking for the cookies and she knew what he was doing, jaune was silent for a moment as she continued, she said that wasn't the first time he does that, she leaves her home and sits down on the swing and then out of nowhere he pops up with some cookies and a willing ear to help her, hell he doesn't even like vanilla cookies, but he makes them anyways just because she likes them.

Yang thanked him for being her friend, she kinda accepted the fact that she would never be more like that and despite it hurting, it was better that way. She said she was very thankful of having someone nice like him as her friend.

Jaune replied saying he was just returning the favor, he told her how he was like a human repellent when younger and how his family were his only friends, that was until he moved and met yang, it was thanks to her that he made so many friends and it's because of her that he never gave up on anything he did, because he really admired her, and so that's why he was thanking her.

There was a moment of silence where the two of them had gazes locked, yang unconsciously started to approach him, she tried to say something but because she was leaning on a swing of all things, she accidentally lost balance and feel down, jaune tried to hold her but that only made him fall along with her.

When yang realized she was on the ground and on top of jaune, they both broke into chuckles at the disaster they basically were, and slowly, the chuckles started to fade and only silence remained, and their faces stood just a few centimeters apart.

Yang unconsciously started to lean closer to jaune, until her lips finally touched his, resulting on a mind blowing kiss, jaune froze for a second, but wrapped his hands on her waist and reciprocated the kiss right after, both of them placing as much emotion on the kiss at it was possible, yang's hands trailed up to his face and ended on his silky golden locks, the kiss started to get deeper and deeper, to the point their tongues were battling for dominance over the kiss, they were lost in a bliss, like they were on their world, but just like good things, their oxygen couldn't last forever and soon they had to break the kiss to get a much needed breath.

When yang got to breathe and her brain started to work, she realized her own position and panicked, she got up and screamed an apology before she ran back into her home.

On the next day things got really awkward for them, their friends tried to ask what was wrong with them but they both shrugged it off saying it was nothing.

But it was obvious that something was wrong, both yang and jaune had bags under their eyes and were avoiding each other like the plague, but no matter how much their friends asked they wouldn't give an answer.

After a long and awkward day, when classes were over, yang left the classroom and bumped on pyrrha who asmed what was wrong with her, yang still felt guilty for kissing jaune like that so she asked if pyrrha and her could talk alone, pyrrha didn't minded and so she followed yang to a more private place.

Once they were both on the rooftop pyrrha asked again what was the problem, yang sat down and held her legs against her chest, feeling a lump on her throat. Pyrrha sat down next to her and patiently waited for an answer.

When yang finally managed to gather enough courage, she started speaking, and said she was sorry. Pyrrha rose an eyebrow and asked why was she sorry, yang explained everything to her, about how she loved jaune and had kissed him on the day before, and then just stood silent waiting for pyrrha to lash her anger on her.

But against her expectations, pyrrha beamed in happiness and asked how it was, yang was confused and asked why wasn't she angry, pyrrha then also got confused and asked why would she be angry, yang told her she knew pyrrha and jaune were dating and pyrrha burst into chuckles, yang asked what was so funny and pyrrha told her they weren't dating. Yang proceeded to ramble about her crush on him, the time they spent together, how close they were and she knew that she and jaune were lying about having clubs just to have time for themselves.

It was all true, pyrrha was really close to him and she did have a crush on him during most of the first year, but right now she saw him as more of a close friend or even a brother than a romantic interest, yang asked what they did on the free time after school just the two of them, pyrrha giggled and said that if she wanted to know she would need to ask jaune himself.

That just added more fuel to the fire of yang's curiosity.

Pyrrha said she was very happy that she kissed jaune, all of their friends were already in a relationship already and only jaune and yang were still running in circles, yang blushed a bit asking if they were that bad and pyrrha sheepishly nodded, she said that ren and nora were dating for years now, blake had sun and ruby had weiss...even pyrrha was dating someone.

Yang perked at her in curiosity and asked who was the lucky guy, pyrrha fidgeted a bit as her cheeks reddened, and told her the guy in question was vergil, yang was in pure shock because she was pretty sure that cold ass guy would rather kill himself then get involved with anyone.

After a few minutes of pyrrha explaining how that happened and some teasing from yang, they got back to the main topic, and upon processing everything yang ang slumped, all this time she was getting so worked up for nothing, they weren't dating, and because she thought they were she wasted an amazing chance on the day before.

Pyrrha said to cheer up because it wasn't over yet, and that she could still make things right, yang asked how she was so certain that yang could do that, she was pretty sure jaune was angry with her at the moment, pyrrha said that jaune being angry with her was impossible, and when yang asked why pyrrha gave her a reply.

"because he loves you." yang's eyes widened as her face reddened, pyrrha's eyes widened as well as she covered her mouth, just now noticing what she just spilled. "oh god! oh my god i'm sorry! i wasn't supposed to tell you that!"

After that yang passed out, leaving a panicking pyrrha behind.

And that's all i wrote so far.

After that we would see jaune talking about his problem with a friend, they both setting things right, going to the ball and that's what i think it would end on.

Planned scenes:

1- a scene where yang gets into a fight, probably with cardin and jaune helps her to beat him and his friends, yang asks how did jaune knows how to fight so well and he admits that he's been taking private classes with pyrrha (who is the leader of the martial arts club) and that's why he's been staying on school after classes are over.

Yang asked why did he never told her that and jaune said he was embarrassed, because he was training to protect her, he knew yang was strong but he couldn't help but think that one day she might get hurt because of him, when they were younger yang helped him to deal with the bullies and got hurt because of that, and that's why jaune was training in secret with pyrrha, so one day if yang got in trouble, he could protect her like she protected him so many times, the result of this declaration is a very emotional yang pulling jaune into a heated kiss that soon developed into a make out session.

Fun facts:

1- From all the stories i have, this is probably the closest to being complete, but even so i still can't bring myself to finish it, and even if i did finished it, i would need to rewrite everything since the story is very old and has a lot of grammar problems.

2- Yes, the vergil dating pyrrha is the same vergil from dmc3 (cause i think at that point he was around her age) the reason he's paired with her here is because i already paired them before and liked the result, so i used here again.

How that first happened? Long story short, i had another story and made an OC called dante (no, despite the name he has nothing to do with dmc dante) i wanted to give him a brother but was too lazy to make another OC and since the story had a few things to do with demons (like most of my stories) i said "fuck it, i'll put vergil here until i make a new OC to be dante's brother."

Ironically enough, a few months later i gave dante a little sister and erased vergil from my next stories, but the dynamic i built for him and pyrrha in some of my older stories was really fun so i still used it a few times, just like in this story.

#ask me anything #ask me stuff #rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #jaune x yang #dragonslayer

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jadekitty777 · 5 years ago

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Who Needs Gifts When We Have Love?

Finally, after all this time, the long awaited second chapter of the Summer/Tai/Qrow mini series is up. Technically, I just ended up dropping what I planned for the original ‘ending’ (of which will become super obvious what it was when you read this). I may finish that part later, but it was hanging me up way too much and I didn’t want this series to just go on an eternal hiatus because of it.

Rating: M

Word Count: 3,500

Pairing: Summer/Tai/Qrow

Ao3 Link: Who Needs Gifts When We Have Love?

Summary: Qrow didn't really care for the fanfare involved with birthdays, especially his own. Luckily, Summer and Tai's combined creative efforts made it much more bearable.

Qrow hated birthdays.

It came to no surprise to him that all the main ‘traditions’ tied to a birthday came from Atlas – as if the overly commercialist kingdom didn’t have enough money to fatten their prestigious family’s wallets with. There had to be cake with your name on it, an expensive dinner out, enough colorful balloons and streamers to make a person go blind – and one could definitely not forget the “perfect” gift, as if there really was such a thing or, even if there was, that it could be found every single year. It felt like a bunch of frivolous fanfare.

So, he hated birthdays. Especially his own.

Except, it wasn’t his “own” – and that made it infinitely worse because it only served as a reminder of the missing presence in his life.

Despite his misgivings though, it didn’t seem to stop Tai and Summer from breaking the rules, in their own way. They didn’t cook his favorite dinner, they cooked his second or his third. There was no cake, but plenty of cookies to go around for the next week. They never gave him anything wrapped up with a neat little bow on top, but they did ask what he wanted to do and then followed through with as many extreme measures as they were allowed.

So, his request for ‘a quiet night in’ equated to dropping Ruby and Yang off at a babysitter’s house.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved those scamps with all his heart – but some days their energy was a bit… much. So just one night away from any father-uncle responsibilities was definitely a treat. He also figured this was the only ‘gift’ his partners had planned for him.

The bouquet of sunflowers sitting on the front step to the house seemed to laugh at him and his gullibility.

He looked to the woman beside him. “Summer.”

She looked back at him, her mask of innocence doing nothing to convince him she wasn’t up to something. “Oh my! Look at this lone bouquet just sitting out here for you, completely unprecedented and without a clear reason!”

“Summer.” He repeated.

She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “You should really pick it up.”

Damn her for being pretty. “I swear, those eyes of yours are lethal weapons.”

“Was that a pun?”

For the good of his own sanity, he absolutely refused to answer that. God knows what mileage Tai would get out of it if she told him. He leant over to pick up the vase and discovered that pinned underneath it was a note. A single instruction was written on it:

Follow the trail.

He rose an eyebrow at that but it wasn’t until he opened the door that the direction became clear, as from the doorway to up the stairs was a trail of white rose petals. He imagined he knew where it was leading, but he questioned anyways, “What are you two up to?”

“Something you’ll really like.” Summer said, practically bouncing with excitement. When he only hummed uncertainly, she added, “Come on, have we ever let you down before?”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” He snickered as she gave a little huff, shoving him forward. Obediently, he started to follow the rose petals, hearing the door shut behind him before Summer was trotting along after him. As expected, they led to their bedroom, but instead of them ending at the bed, they continued into the bathroom.

The door was open but the light was off – yet a warm, orange glow still emitted from within, beckoning him towards it. Curiosity growing, he headed that way, setting the bouquet on the dresser as he passed by it. “Tai?” He called.

“Welcome back!” Was the returned greeting.

Qrow stopped where the trail did, right at the door’s threshold, sucking in a surprised breath.

The room had been meticulously transformed with strings of winter holiday lights carefully tacked around the walls. Candles were perched in various places, including the counter, the windowsill, and the tank top of the toilet. They emitted a gentle but familiar vanilla scent he was particular too. Tai was lounging back in their oversized tub, the water filled three-fourths up but seeming much higher with all the bubbles. And it was in that Qrow finally understood his real surprise.

Having grown up washing in cold rivers and lakes, he hadn’t had the pleasure of knowing what a warm shower was until he went to Beacon. It was even longer before he’d been introduced to a bath, but it instantly became his preferred method of bathing. Something about being able to lounge in a vat of pure warmth was so undeniably relaxing. He figured that nothing could top it until Summer learned of his fondness for them and, on a whim, imported specialty bubble bath mix from Atlas. Qrow was instantly enamored, the experience stirring something almost childlike in him as he popped the shiny spheres between his hands and made bubble beards and crowns. From that day on, he would have gladly run a bubble bath every day; but because it was both expensive and fairly hard to find a supplier, he’d limited running the bubbles for special occasions or those particularly trying days.

“So?” Tai tilted his head towards him, grinning in that excited way he got whenever he felt he was pleasing one of them. “What do you think?”

Qrow wanted to tell him he loved it. That it was the best gift either of them could have given him. But, years of poor social skills meant he still wasn’t particularly good at expressing his gratitude, which was why he waved at the candles and said, “I think this might be a bit of a fire hazard.”

Something wet and cold hit the back of his neck, making him jump. He whirled around, seeing Summer grinning at him, a pseudo-weapon aimed his way. “Don’t worry, we’ve got your semblance covered.”

“Is that a water gun?” Qrow exclaimed, only to yelp when another blast hit him right on the ass. He shot a scowl over his shoulder.

“Two water guns.” Tai winked at him. Where had he even been hiding it? “So now that you have nothing to worry about, get in here!”

“Or what?” He challenged.

The blond rose an eyebrow, his gaze sliding to the one behind him. “Summer?”

“Barrage him.” She said gleefully.

And then Qrow was being pelted from both sides by blasts of cold water. He quickly rose up his arms in a poor attempt at guarding, laughing all the while. “Alright, alright you heathens!”

The moment they let up, he reached over his shoulder to grab the back of his shirt, yanking it up and over his head. The move earned him an appreciative wolf whistle.

“Whoo! Yeah, baby!” Summer catcalled. “Take it off!”

He threw his shirt in her face.

“Ack!”

“You’re terrible.” He told her, toeing off his shoes and unfastening his belt simultaneously.

It was her turn to wink as she started to undo the ties on her corset. “Is it truly such a crime to marvel at a work of art?”

“If so, then guess you’ll just have to lock me up.” He countered, deliberately roving his eyes over her.

“Oh I’d never miss the opportunity to put you in handcuffs.”

Before he could think up a fitting comeback, a snort drew his attention behind him. Tai had propped his arms over the rim of the tub, an amused smile gracing his features as he watched them try to out flirt each other.

It hadn’t always been like this; in fact, when Summer and he first started dating, she would get so easily flustered by even his weakest of lines that she usually just spluttered her way into an embarrassed silence. Qrow had thought it was cute, so he kept up the charade, even made a bit of a game of it to see how fast he could make her go from collected to bashful. But Summer wasn’t Summer if she didn’t try to rise to a challenge – and soon enough she started to return as much as she was given. It eventually developed into somewhat of a couples’ quirk of theirs, so commonplace he usually didn’t realize when they were doing it anymore.

Having joined them later on, Tai didn’t tend to participate but at least he was never short on entertainment.

“See something you like sunshine?” Qrow asked, shimmying out of his pants.

He smirked. “Quite.”

His socks were the last thing to go. He padded over the tile, taking that first, wonderful step into the tub, sighing contently as he sunk into the water. Tai adjusted to lean against the back, holding his hands towards him, an invitation Qrow couldn’t ignore as he slid over. There was always something immensely comfortable about having the brawler’s arms wrap around him. Toned from years of training, they just seemed to completely envelope his thinner frame, the strength and security it invoked undeniable.

Which made it rather ironic that despite being built like a tree, at heart, he was the biggest softie. Qrow didn’t have to even wonder whose plan this whole set up was. When it came to romance, Summer and he had always kept things simple – she would have stopped at just the bath; but welcoming Tai to their relationship had also meant welcoming his eye for more grandiose gestures. That sometimes equated to waking up to toast cut into heart shapes or finding love notes in his pack long after he’d left for a mission. Or, in this case, petal trails, candles and mood lighting.

“Gotta say,” Qrow said, relaxing against the other. “This isn’t too shabby for a gift.”

“Gift? What gift? Are we celebrating something?” Tai replied with a tone of mock-innocence.

He rolled his eyes, kissing away the other’s teasing grin.

The door was shut, encasing them in the candle and string light’s yellow-orange glow, reflecting off the bubbles rather dazzlingly. The two of them made room, Qrow silently glad Tai had splurged for a larger tub as Summer was able to settle in easily with them.

“This is so nice.” She commented, sinking down.

A few nudges had Qrow shifting around in Tai’s arms until they were back to chest. “Want to come over here?”

She answered by sidling right up against him, tucking her head in the dip of his clavicle. She was just above the water and her hair, free from its typical rose bun, floated around her shoulders like a fan. It was tempting him to run his fingers through it, so he did.

“So, after the bath, we have a little proposition for you.” She said.

Every word ghosted along his neck, making him shudder. “Oh?”

She walked her fingers up the center of his chest, saying, “Tai and I were talking and we realized how long it’s been since we’ve had a three-way. Even longer since you’ve been in the middle.”

Qrow snorted down a laugh. “Oh, so the flowers were supposed to lead to the bed.”

Tai nipped his ear. “There are some on the bed, thank you very much.” Of course there was. He should have never doubted. “Anyways, it’s only if you feel up to it. We just don’t get this opportunity often.”

Didn’t he know it. Between full time jobs, long missions away, and two tykes that could drain the energy out of the sun, it was a miracle just to get time away for just himself – and sometimes he was too exhausted for even that. When they were desperate for a little downtime together, often, they appointed one of them to watch the kids for a time so two of them could slip away. But all three of them? He could count the instances on his own two hands – which, for a four-year relationship, was a ridiculously pathetic number.

So, with the very idea stirring arousal through him, it really wasn’t a question he had to think hard about to answer. “’Course I’m up for it. But, Gods be damned, I’m enjoying the bath first.”

They both laughed, their joy reverberating through him from either side. Summer kissed the side of his jaw. “Of course.”

“Why don’t you two go get comfortable while I clean up in here?” Summer offered, maneuvering carefully to wind the towel around herself without elbowing one of them.

They’d been fortunate so far that nothing had caught fire, but since luck was bound to run out, Qrow certainly wouldn’t argue putting out all the candles before they got into it. Not that there wasn’t a little foreplay in the bath anyways – it was hard to avoid, with their hands all over each other and the promise of what was to come lingering in their imaginations. Still, it felt a little unfair to have their wife do all the work. “You sure?”

“Mmhm.” She strung out her hair over the tub, a small rainfall pouring down. “It won’t take more than a few minutes. Go have fun.”

As Tai finished tousling his hair, the wet strands sticking up at odd angles, he replied, “Now that’s an offer I won’t refuse.”

It was hard to say if it was from the door he just opened or the way the blond aimed him with a hungry gaze, either way Qrow felt shivers running down his spine. “Yeah, alright.” Not about to be outdone, he turned and headed into the room, unnecessarily swaying his hips as he did so. The swift, harmless swat to his ass told him the motion did not go unnoticed. “Hey careful now. You’re about to use those goods.”

Tai chuckled. “Sorry, want me to kiss it better?”

That wasn’t a half bad idea. But as he approached their bed, he found himself distracted by a small, colorful array left in the center of his pillow. Flowers, just as promised. But not just any flowers; Dahlias. One white, one black, and one yellow, neatly tied together with a blue ribbon. It was one of the few plants he knew what they were meant to symbolize.

Qrow was not a romantic, that was as true as the sky was blue.

But once upon a time, he tried to be.

When he and Summer had first started to date, nothing had changed incredibly much about their lives – except their days were filled with a lot more kissing and sneaking away between (or sometimes during) classes for a quick romp in the dorm. They didn’t even really go out that often; since they already saw each other every day, it felt arbitrary to ‘make time’ for just each other. It was comfortable and easy. But on the anniversary of his and Summer’s first date, he had wanted to do something she’d never expect. Because somewhere along the way he’d done something stupid.

He’d fallen in love with her.

And like all idiots who fell in love, Qrow was swept away with the desire to tell her in the most memorable way possible. What better way to do that then to give his Rose a rose?

When he dragged Tai along for his ‘expert’ opinion and told him his idea, he was quickly shot down.

“What do you mean it’s a terrible idea? Roses are practically the romantic flower queen!” Qrow had argued, shoving a fistful of them right in his face.

Tai’s eyes continued to judge him over the tops of the blooms. “Buddy, if you want her to know you put exactly zero thought into this, then give her roses.”

“Well what would you do Casanova?”

He hummed, giving the shop a once over, before laser focusing on one corner of the room. “Oh, over here!”

Qrow grunted as he was dragged by his elbow to another display of flowers. They came in a variety of colors, with tall stems and petals that burst out in multiple layers. He recognized them quickly, as the tribe would collect them occasionally. The roots were thick like potato tubers and very sweet. They were useful for a kick of energy during seasons in which they didn’t have much food. He didn’t know anything beyond that. But that was why Tai was here – back where he was from, his family owned a flower shop. He had a fairly detailed knowledge on the whole ‘symbolism’ matter.

“Dahlias?” He asked.

“Yeah, they’re a wedding flower.”

His heart practically jogged a marathon. “What?! Dude! I’m not proposing!”

Tai laughed, already plucking two out from their vases. “I know, I just wanted to mess with you. But the reason they’re a wedding flower is because they stand for loyalty and commitment.” He held them towards him; a white one and a bloom so deep red, it appeared almost black. “Tie these two together with a blue ribbon and that’ll tell her you want to make this serious.”

He didn’t have to guess why the ribbon had to be blue. That was a Mistralian custom. Many that hailed from there were told the same folktale about how the sea and the sky once were colorless and sad, until they fell in love. They began to stretch, on and on, to try and reach one another. When they finally touched, making the horizon, they turned blue and from their love, they birthed the continents.

He knew now that was all utter nonsense – but the tale was practically the foundation for the culture of his people. From the fact parents still named their children after things either of the water or the sky to the very shade of their Kingdom’s symbol, blue would likely always be Mistral’s most significant color. Therefore, giving something blue to a significant other was meant to represent that they had the same unending love for them that the sky and the sea had.

So, he did what Tai suggested – and while the flowers didn’t last long, his and Summer’s relationship did, growing and thriving. Every year, he still gave the dahlia pair to her on the anniversary of their first date. They’d become so iconic, something that represented them, that she’d even had fake ones sewn to her wedding dress. Her bouquet had real ones and had been tied together with a big, blue ribbon.

They had planned to have some yellow ones strewn in with the black and white ones, but Tai had been adamantly against it, not wanting to step into their tradition like that. So, they had let it be, and settled on sunflowers instead.

It seemed something had finally changed his mind.

Qrow picked up the mini bouquet, smiling as he ghosted a thumb over the velvet soft petals. “You know, someone once told me that giving these flowers away means you want to be with them forever.”

“Oh really?” Tai loosely wound his arms around his waist. “Must have been someone pretty smart.”

He gave a thoughtful hum. “He was blond; so no, not really.”

A swift nip to his shoulder reprimanded him. “I changed my mind, you jerk. Give them back.”

“No. They’re mine.” He said holding them to his chest. He squirmed as Tai wiggled his fingers up his stomach, making a move to grab them. He slapped them. “Go away!”

“Not until I get my flowers.”

One of those hands started to tickle his side, and he burst into laughter, trying to twist away as the other came to loot him again. He pinned it. “Get your own thief! I’m – WAAH!”

Qrow’s vision swiveled around as he was suddenly hefted up like a bride and tossed onto the bed. He tried to scoot backwards and out of reach, but Tai was quicker, climbing up on top of him and pinning him down as he demanded, “Give me those flowers!”

“Never!” He proclaimed, throwing his arm up above his head. When Tai tried to stretch over him, he grabbed his shoulder, pushing him back. He was satisfied when he felt fingers only skim his elbow. “You’re gonna have to do better than th-”

The rest of his taunt was lost when Tai smashed their lips together, forcing his tongue into his mouth. Not that Qrow was complaining, eyes slipping closed as he was coaxed into returning the kiss. A moment later, they were easing up, falling into a rhythm only two people could have from doing this more times than they could count.

When they broke apart, Tai’s voice was husky and his eyes were dark, a storm of passion in those deep blue irises. “What say we see how far down your body I can get until Summer joins us?”

He was all too happy to tilt his head back and reply, “I’m all yours sunshine.”

#qrow branwen #Summer Rose #taiyang xiao long #rwby #golden hummingbird #fanfiction #Chase Firekitten's Tale

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emotionsofthesoul · 5 years ago

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Chapter 33 _ Abre Los Ojos

A month had passed since their New York adventure. Midterms were in full swing and both girls had been busy completing their different projects. It had become a bit more difficult to spend time together as due dates were approaching but they always found a way. Sometimes it was the simple act of meeting for a quick lunch break at their halfway point or Valentina stopping by Juliana’s work to bring her a quick dessert.

Juliana’s birthday was approaching quickly. She had told her girlfriend she didn’t want to do anything but to sleep in and enjoy the evening together — something Valentina was very much on board with after all the time and effort they’d put into their school work. Nonetheless she had a surprise for Juliana on the day of her birthday.

When her birthday finally arrived they did as Juliana had asked, they got to sleep in. The girls went to their afternoon classes and met back up at Juliana’s in the evening. Valentina commented that they should make Juliana a cake to celebrate properly and Juliana decided to pick up the cake supplies on her way home.

By the time the cake was ready the girls had listened to Hozier’s newest album in its entirety. As the first track began to play again they paused it so Juliana could cut the cake.

“Babe, make a wish!” Valentina said as she lit the candles.

Juliana laughed at the idea of blowing out candles when it was just the two of them. Nonetheless she did as instructed and made her wish. She was never big on birthdays but she knew Valentina was and she genuinely enjoyed spending hers with Valentina. It suddenly dawned on her that this was her second birthday with Valentina in her life.

When the candles were blown out Valentina clapped and hugged her girlfriend. She leaned in to whisper. “I have something for you, chiquita.” As she spoke she reached into her purse pulling out a thin rectangular box and hid it behind her. “Close your eyes, Juls.”

Juliana did as Valentina asked and Valentina took her hand placing the box into it. “Open them.”

Following instructions, Juliana opened her eyes to find a beautifully decorated box. She had no idea what could be in there but she knew whatever it was, was a gift she’d love. She removed the perfectly tied bow and opened the box.

Inside the box was a small red leather bracelet with an engraving on it and a card underneath it. Upon further inspection Juliana realized the bracelet said her name in a beautiful cursive with the word Firenze to the left of the name and Italia on the right. Her eyes lit up knowing Valentina put a lot of thought into her gift. She looked up at Valentina and before she could say anything Valentina motioned towards the card that was still in the box.

She lifted the card with a curious look on her face as she read it: Italy over Thanksgiving break?

While Juliana read the card Valentina observed her every reaction. They had talked about Florence being Juliana’s dream vacation and it was something Valentina always kept in mind.

“Are you serious?” Juliana asked already knowing the answer.

“Only if you want to.” Valentina responded placing a loose strand of hair behind Juliana’s ear.

Juliana leaned in and gave Valentina a thankful kiss. “I’d love to go but I can’t afford Italy right now and I don’t want you paying for the entire thing…”

“Juls, it’s not a problem. Travel expenses would be covered, private jet remember? Plus Hope and I have an apartment there so no hotel expenses either, all you have to do is say yes. We can even invite the girls and make it a girls trip if you want.” Valentina said.

Juliana shook her head and chuckled. “Of course you have an apartment in the city of my dreams. You really thought this out didn’t you?”

Valentina nodded her head in a childish way causing another laugh to erupt from her girlfriend’s lips.

“God, why are you so cute! Okay, I just have to talk to my parents and Renata about it. Ask the girls and see what they say. If I get the days, I’m down.” Juliana said not putting up a fight because she really wanted to go, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity she felt she couldn’t turn down.

The rest of the evening the couple relaxed and took turns playing music. They eventually agreed on bachata and danced the night away.

“Feliz cumpleaños, Juls.” Valentina said as the clock read 11:15pm, indicating Juliana’s birth time. They closed the distance and began slow dancing, ignoring the fast beat of the song that was playing. “I’m grateful to have you in my life and I love you. From you head to your tiny toes.”

The following weeks were filled with trip preparations. Juliana had talked to her boss, who gladly agreed to give her the week. Andrea, had no problem covering her shifts. Juliana spoke to her parents, telling them she wouldn’t be in town for thanksgiving but they were more excited for their daughter having one of her biggest and oldest dreams come true than they were sad. They knew this was her dream trip and they wouldn’t be the ones to stop her by making her feel bad about missing a holiday.

When the day finally arrived, they hopped on the jet with the rest of the girls and two body guards Leon always required to be on the plane when Valentina traveled out of town. Penelope had never been to Italy so she too was very excited to take this trip. Her moms didn’t want to let her go at first but Josie convinced them saying she’d take full responsibility of their daughter and making sure she kept them updated throughout the trip. She promised them to the cheesiest of pictures, something Penelope wasn’t too happy about.

“Lizzie, you dad said to send your mom the itinerary and your location.” Hope said as she buckled her seatbelt.

“Why did he tell you and not us?” Josie asked curiously.

Hope simply shrugged her shoulders and said, “I don’t know but Ric just told me to give Lizzie his message so I did. I guess they wanna keep an eye on us.”

“I guess my parents went much easier on me than yours. Who knew Dr. Saltzman would be more paranoid than my moms.” Penelope said grabbing Josie’s hand as they settled into their seats.

Juliana saw the interaction of the other two couples and she smiled before adding, “And here I grew up thinking my parents were intense.”

The twins turned and said simultaneously, “Your parents trust Val though, they know you’re safe with her.”

Hope and Penelope gasped. After the gasp Hope was the one to speak up, “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Our parents trust you, but they clearly don’t trust us.” Lizzie said pointing at herself and Josie.

The girls continued to bicker for a few more minutes. Once the pilot prepared them for take off the girls began eating snacks they packed and decided to take a nap to not get hit with jet lag too hard. Something that wasn’t too easy for Juliana the first few hours but eventually she too fell asleep, letting her head rest on top of Valentina’s who had been fast asleep an hour into the flight.

Upon arrival in Florence they were picked up by a driver and taken to Hope and Valentina’s apartment. The entire 20 minute ride Juliana eyes were stuck out the window, taking everything in. She gave Valentina’s hand a squeeze as the car came to stop. Once in the apartment they all took turns showering and getting ready for the day. They arrived in the morning so they had the entire day ahead to do whatever Juliana wanted.

“This is your birthday trip after all, Juliana. You decide what we do, especially today since it’s day one.” Penelope said as she laid on Josie’s lap while the other four girls sat across from them on another couch.

“Well first of all, we can’t come to Italy and not have spaghetti or pizza so those are a must this week. I want to visit Il Duomo for sure, then Ponte Vecchio which I noticed is just around the corner, then we have to visit the real Statue of David and other Michelangelo work, and last but not least take a tour of the town.” Juliana said as she played with Valentina’s hair who was cuddled into her.

Hope turned to Juliana with a confused look on her face, “Wait that’s it? You just wanna go to church? Why is this city your dream city again? There’s so much more to see.”

“It’s not the just the church, Hope. I want to explore and submerge myself into the culture, enjoy the city to the fullest. This is gonna sound dumb but when I was 10 I heard the song That’s Amore by Dean Martin and that song got me really interested in Italy so I began doing my research and one of the cities I fell in love with was this one. There’s no specific reason, it’s just the one I wanted to see the most out of any in the world. A close second is Rome but Firenze has been in my heart for 9 years.” Juliana said trying to not sound defensive.

Hearing those words Valentina sat up straight saying, “Wait really?” As she turned to look at Juliana. “I didn’t know that was what made you fall in love with Italy!” She said with a huge smile on her face.

“There’s only one thing left to do then!” Josie said as she took her phone out, “Let’s play your song!”

The girls sang along to That’s Amore waiting for Juliana to join in. After the second “tippy-tippy-tay” they all stayed silent looking to Juliana with expectant eyes.

“Fine fine fine!” Juliana said throwing her hands up in the air getting up from the couch pulling Valentina up with her. They began to dance as Juliana sang dramatically, “When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, you’re in love.”

The rest of the girls joined in on the dramatic dancing and singing. When they reached the second “gay tarantella” Penelope stopped and made finger guns at Josie as she sang, “lucky fella!” Causing the entire group to burst into fits of laughter.

Once the song came to a close the girls decided to go find a pizza place. On the way to the pizzeria the girls walked across Ponte Vecchio and Valentina made sure to take pictures of Juliana, this was a trip she refused to let Juliana forget.

“I can’t believe I just crossed that bridge. I still can’t believe I’m here, Val. This is insane.” Juliana said loud enough so that only Valentina could hear.

“You’re adorable you know that? Let’s go get you your pizza, mi niña bonita.” Valentina said as she wrapped her arm around Juliana’s shoulders.

They each ordered a personal pizza. Penelope and Juliana were confused when the server brought the silverware to the table along with their pizzas.

“What are the forks and knives for?” Penelope whispered to the group as she observed the other tables.

“I think they’re optional… that table over there is eating the pizza in pieces with the utensils while that other table is just going ham on that pizza like we do back in the states.” Juliana said still not sure.

“Well, at this particular pizzeria you can do either or. They already precut them so the client can choose but there are some other pizza shops that require utensils. When we were kids, Vale went to eat a slice like we do back home and her mother nodded disapprovingly and explained that the pizza was whole because here we needed to cut it up and eat it like a piece of cake and we wouldn’t eat cake with our hands.” Hope said matterafactly.

Penelope looked from her pizza to Hope and back to her pizza, “Okay… I guess we’re cutting it then.” She said shrugging her shoulders and began to dig in.

After they each finished their pizza the majority of the girls sat back in their chairs, completely full.

“Who’s up for some gelato?” Lizzie asked.

“You have room for more?!” Juliana asked dumbfounded.

Lizzie let out a laugh, “it’s Italy, Juliana! There’s authentic gelato!”

Valentina nodded her head in agreement. She was too full to speak though.

“Let’s go for a walk and then we can think about it, okay Lizzie?” Josie said getting up from the table.

As the girls walked around the city, they walked towards Piazzale Degli Uffizi wanting to see the art and the view of the Ponte Vecchio. After each getting pictures of the bridge they walked towards the big building with the clock tower. There they stood admiring the different statues and Juliana admired the replica Statue of David that just stood outside of the Palazzo Vecchio.

They continued to walk around the area until they reach a glove store. Lizzie was the first to enter, as the other girls followed. Juliana had promised her mom she’d bring her back some leather gloves so she decided to get some for her mom and after feeling them she decided to grab a pair for herself. She had never felt anything as smooth and beautiful as those gloves and she couldn’t believe they were as affordable as they were. After paying she mentally checked off her mom’s gift from her gift list.

Once they finished shopping at the glove store they headed towards a vender a few streets down. He sold scarves and leather trinkets.

“Do you think Ric would like this?” Hope said as she held up a red leather bracelet.

Lizzie rolled her eyes, “Why do you keep calling my dad Ric? Why can’t you be like Penelope and call him Dr. Saltzman?”

“Maybe because I grew up with him as a second father figure and I’ve been calling him that since I was 10? Why don’t you like that I get along with your dad? Every significant other would love for their parents to approve of their partner but you hate it.” Hope said putting the bracelet back.

“She’s just jealous of your relationship with my dad. That’s why she didn’t like you when we were kids.” Josie said shrugging her shoulders knowing Hope already knew that.

“Liz, Alaric will never be my dad, I have one. We have to work passed this. You know it wasn’t my decision to move in with you guys. I wanted nothing more than to move in with Val but at the time it wasn’t an option and your parents opened their doors.” Hope said getting irritated that Lizzie was still bringing this up.

“I don’t want to do this right now, can we just enjoy our trip.” Lizzie said looking away at something on the cart.

Meanwhile Juliana felt awkward hearing their discussion. She felt like she was intruding by simply being there.

Sensing Juliana get a bit tense Valentina leaned in to whisper, “Don’t worry about them, it’s fine. That’s always the thing that causes trouble for those two. Lizzie doesn’t really like knowing that her dad and Hope are close because it brings up bad memories for her. He focused on Hope a lot as a kid and Lizzie has always resented that. There was misunderstanding with the twins and Hope was suddenly the focus of Lizzie’s rage because it was easier to hate Hope than it was to hate Josie.” Valentina explained, loud enough for only Juliana to hear, as they looked through the scarves.

Picking out a light pink one and trying it on, Juliana nodded in understanding. “The dad thing makes sense then. But then how did those two fall for each other then?” Juliana asked Valentina quietly.

“I’ll never understand how that happened to be honest. As they say, between love and hate is a very thin line and those two draw their own lines on the daily.” Valentina said with a chuckle.

Penelope kissed Josie on the cheek before speaking up, “Okay you can discuss your daddy issues later girls, we have a church to get to!”

Lizzie threw daggers with her eyes at Penelope but didn’t respond.

“Why do you wanna go to church Juliana! I don’t get it!” Hope said as she paid for the red bracelet ignoring Lizzie’s eye roll.

Juliana laughed before answering. “I’ll pull a Hozier and start singing Take Me To Church, if I need to.” Juliana said smiling. “I just need to see it okay, we don’t even have to go in if you guys don’t want to I just want to see it up close.”

“Let the girl dream, sheesh!” Penelope said wrapping her arm around Josie’s shoulder.

Valentina interlocked her fingers with Juliana’s as they made their way to the church. “Why do you wanna see it so bad, baby? It’s just a church, I know you’re catholic but this isn’t event the Vatican.” She said without looking at Juliana.

Juliana brought Valentina to a complete stop and blinked multiple times before speaking, “Valentina, that’s the thing, it’s not just a church. It’s a cathedral! Do you know how long these take to build? This one took 140 years. Years, Valentina. Not months, years!” She said as she spoke animatedly with her hands. “When I was little I decided I was gonna get married here, obviously things have changed and that’s not possible but I’ve studied this church for so long. I know so many useless facts about it, I’m in its city, I need to see it. Okay? Just let me have this moment please. I know the girls don’t care but I do and this is my favorite church in the entire world Val.” She said disappointed that Valentina didn’t get it.

“Okay.” Valentina said softly while nodding her head.

They walked another block before the church came into full view. Penelope held her breathe. She’d been quiet the entire way because coming from a middle class family she understood this being a dream come true for Juliana but she had no idea how beautiful this church could be.

“Oh my god… that’s 400,000 tons of beauty. I… I…” Juliana said just above a whisper as she took it all in with a deep sigh.

They stayed there observing the cathedral for a while before Valentina noticed a rogue tear streaming down Juliana’s face. She didn’t say anything she simply brought her into a side hug and kissed the top of her head. This only caused Juliana break into tears.

At the sight of that Valentina handed Hope her camera in order to have both hands free and brought Juliana in for a tight embrace. “It’s okay, baby, shh, you’re okay.” Valentina whispered continuously as she rubbed Juliana’s back in a comforting circular motion.

“I never actually believed I’d ever get to see it in person. Thank you for this Val, you don’t know what this means to me but it’s definitely a dream come true.” Juliana said after crying for a few minutes with her face buried into Valentina’s chest. “This is magical and it’s something I’ll never forget.” She said, still in a soft low voice.

“Let’s go inside, yeah?” Valentina said drying Juliana’s tears.

“We don’t have to, it’s fine.” Juliana said as her body shook from the aftermath of all of those emotions pouring out.

“We’re already here might as well enjoy the complete experience.” Lizzie said rolling her eyes playfully. “Plus you can tell us all about your random church facts.” She said adding a wink.

“Okay well then before we enter, if you turn around and you see those bronze doors over there?” Juliana said pointing that two beautifully crafted doors, “those are considered the ‘The Gate to Paradise’ and Michelangelo was actually the one who dubbed them that. They were created in a contest by a 23 year old in 1401”

Valentina smiled at the fact that Juliana just spouted out. She felt that with Juliana they most likely didn’t need a tour guide because she would know and be able to tell them anything there was to know about the city but nonetheless if she wanted a tour, who was Valentina to keep her from getting one.

Once inside the cathedral Juliana did the sign of the cross and the girls told her to explore around a bit and take it all in but she insisted they go together. Every now and then they’d stop to see something and Juliana would tell them facts here and there about different pieces of the church. They spent around 2 hours in the cathedral before finally heading out.

Lizzie insisted it was time for gelato. Hope walked them to her favorite gelato place in the city where she introduced the group to the owner in a perfect Italian accent. As a child Hope and her parents spent many vacations in Florence. It was her father’s favorite city. The Mikaelson’s own a beautiful family home in Asisi but Hope and her father loved Florence. When her parents passed she was the only heir so once she turned 18 she and Valentina went half and half on an apartment in the city.

“So for your first time being in Italy how are you liking it so far, Pen?” Juliana asked Penelope as they waited for their girlfriends to join them at their table.

Penelope turned to look at Juliana and simply smiled. “You know, I never expected I’d get to travel like this.” She paused. “I think you and I have been dealt the same cards. We met these beautiful girls and fell in love and we didn’t care that they have money, we just cared that their hearts were kind and were offered to us on a silver platter. All of this,” she gestured with her free hand, “wasn’t in my plans. I could never truly afford trip like this right now. You and I, we get each other because we come from similar economic backgrounds. They don’t really get it when it comes to us being amazed of a city like this, they’re used to this lifestyle, they’re used to traveling. I don’t even know how many countries Josie’s been to, if I’m honest. So I feel just as overwhelmed as you to see such wonders like the Duomo because never in a million years did I think I’d step foot in this beautiful country.” Penelope finished just at the rest of the group began to approach them.

“What are you two chatting about?” Valentina asked wrapping her arms around Juliana and giving her a kiss on the left cheek before resting her chin on the girl’s shoulder.

Penelope shrugged and Juliana took that as her cue to keep their conversation between them. “We were talking about how beautiful the cathedral was and how we were so amazed with all the beautiful details.”

“Yeah it truly was something special. I never knew all those facts. I’m really intrigued to know what other fun facts you know about this city.” Valentina said as she grabbed a seat across from Juliana.

“I still can’t believe they hired a guy with no experience and a secret plan to build the dome and it actually worked. That was ballsy of him.” Josie said as she sat down across from Penelope.

As Hope and Lizzie joined them they all discussed the little tidbits of the cathedral and Juliana was happy they ended up liking it after all.

The rest of the week was enjoyed exploring the city and eating as much pasta, pizza, and gelato as they could. The night before their departure they found a club and decided to enter and dance the night away as their final act of celebration.

Lizzie got each of the girls a shot to kick off the night. Juliana declined so Penelope took it for her.

“Damn, P. I don’t know how you can drink that. I can smell how strong that is from here.” Juliana said cringing in her seat.

Josie placed her hand on Penelope’s thigh, “we have a drinking game called Shot Jenga and Penny here sucks at it so she’s used to it.”

Raising an eyebrow and cracking a smirk Juliana took a sip from her lemonade.

“Care to dance?” Hope said offering a hand to Juliana, while Lizzie offered Penelope a hand leaving Josie and Valentina with no choice but themselves.

Juliana turned to Valentina almost asking for permission to which Valentina simply nodded. “Okay.” She said as she accepted.

As all the girls reached the dance floor the song California Girls came on causing them all to burst into laughter and taking it as a sign that it’d be a good night. After the first song they each went back to dancing with their own partners. Valentina wrapped her arms around Juliana’s neck while the other girl wrapped her arms around the taller girl’s waist.

“Thank you for this week. It’s been the most beautiful and memorable week of my entire life.” Juliana said as the girls leaned their heads against each other.

“There’s no need to thank me, hermosa. I’m glad I was able to witness this week. I’d been here far too many times to count but I’d never seen it in the way you showed it to us. I think even the tour guide was amazed with your knowledge.” Valentina said with a slight giggle.

Bringing her in for a tender kiss, Juliana closed her eyes smiling into the kiss. Juliana knew in that moment she wanted to spend the rest of her life with the girl she held tightly.

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Boys are clueless.

I know this, but for some reason I keep forgetting.

I crossed my arms in front of myself to rest them as Elmer leaped onto his bed like a flying squirrel. "When you asked me if I wanted to 'hang out with you (and the guys)', this isn't exactly what I was envisioning."

Elmer looked over at me as he scrambled to sit up, blinking in confusion. "Why? What did you have in mind?"

In all honesty, shirtless basketball in the park.

"I don't know." I shook my head and sat on the bed beside him.

I watched Elmer boot up the server, staring at the screen with barely concealed excitement. Four users were already online.

This is not exactly my idea of a hot date. Then again, maybe it's my fault for reading into things. On the other hand, I mean really, what usually comes to mind immediately when a really cute boy asks you if you want to 'hang out'?

See, that's what I thought!

You know what, though? All things considered, it could be worse. He could've asked me to play Wii Sports Bowling with him. It's supposed to be so easy the folks in nursing homes love it, right? Well apparently ole gram-grams has more virtual athletic ability in her pinky finger than I do in my entire body.

Elmer scooted closer to me and pulled out headphones, flipping the earpieces outwards so we could share the same set.

I watched as the screen started spazzing out. "Is that..." I trailed off, pointing at the screen and not sure how to put my thoughts into words as I held my part of the headphones up to my ear.

Elmer quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah, it's usual for this section. The reason it's so glitchy is because someone spawned way too many ocelot assets."

"Hey guys, Elmer has a girl ov—" Romeo started to say, but he was cut off by somebody who was way louder.

"You can never have too many ocelots!" A distinctive, high-pitched but still decidedly male voice exclaimed through the headset.

"The queen of the felines has spoken." Elmer rolled his eyes and smiled as his avatar started jerkily walking towards a large light blue and white building that touched the sky. "This is Racetrack's cat castle—"

"A cat-stle, if you will." Racetrack interrupted.

"I will not." Albert shot back.

Racetrack cleared his throat and adopted a 'tour guide' voice. "Business hours are from 9:00pm to 5:00am, or for the low low price of three diamonds you can get an all-access pass."

"Good grief." Albert muttered under his breath.

"Killing one of my sweet, adorable, cuddly babies— I mean, very loyal subjects— results in an immediate ban for life." Racetrack continued, undeterred. "Donations of precious gemstones and fish, cooked or raw, are always appreciated."

"Yeah, good luck with that." Romeo replied with a small snort.

"I'll come tour your catstle, Race!" Crutchie said cheerily.

"Finally, some proper respect around here."

I gave Elmer the side-eye. "Why isn't it pink?"

"Pink? You think I would use pink?" Racetrack asked with an air of disdain, scoffing. "Please. Pink is a strong, masculine color, fit only for the he-est of men. My graceful feminine eyes can only bear the lightest, most delicate shades of blue, as is befitting a most proper young lady such as myself."

Elmer made eye contact with me and shrugged.

"Also, pink is Romeo's color." Racetrack mumbled with a defeated tone.

Romeo let out a triumphant laugh. "Ya snooze ya lose, loser!"

Alerts in all caps popped up on the screen as three more usernames joined.

Elmer nudged me with his shoulder to get my attention. I tried and failed not to blush. "And to our left, we have Henry's trailer park. In Minecraft, imagination is the only limit, and Henry decided to build a trailer park. Why, I have no idea."

"Because heck you, that's why!" Henry said, but there was no bite in his tone.

"Watch your ****ing language on my good Christian Minecraft server!" Crutchie yelled.

The random conversations going on between others in the background went silent.

"oh no." Crutchie said really quietly, but we could all hear it due to the aforementioned radio silence.

Jojo started muttering The Lord's Prayer to himself.

Somebody let out a very loud snort.

"Gross!" Albert shrieked. "Say it, don't spray it!"

"Kiss my butt!" Racetrack shot back.

There was some fuzzy noise, like somebody dropped their headset on the ground and they were wrestling with each other now.

Jack sighed. "Hey, if y'all are gonna hate-boink, can you please mute your channels please and thank you!"

"Shut up!" Racetrack and Albert shouted at the same time.

Jack cackled like a maniac to himself.

"Okay, you know what?" Albert asked, clearly annoyed. "Keep it up, but I'm gonna tell Katherine all about your little problem with–"

Elmer gasped and pulled his earpiece away from his head. He quickly crossed himself before returning to listening in on the conversation.

"No!" Jack protested as Albert proceeded to spill some very personal information. "You wouldn't!"

"—Don't test me." Albert finished.

"I did not need to know that." Jojo said, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Ditto." Henry murmured in agreement.

A notification popped up on the screen alerting everybody that Buttons was online and had joined the server, bringing the total up to eight. "Hey, guys! Know what?" He asked, innocently.

"That the unflappable Jack Kelly apparently has a raging butt rash." Romeo answered matter-of-factory.

Buttons seemed at a loss for words. "...Oh." he said, finally.

"I'm dealing with it, okay?" Jack asked, annoyed. "I have cream and I'm taking oatmeal baths—"

"TMI, bro." Albert interrupted.

"You started it!" Jack exclaimed, exasperatedly.

"Your mom started it!" Albert retorted. The height of maturity, that one.

"My mom is dead!"

"Oh yeah? So's mine, you ain't special!" Albert said breezily.

A chorus of 'So is mine' rang through the airspace.

"Okay, well that's depressing." Buttons commented. "Who wants to duel?"

"Ooh, pick me! I'm always a ho for dying!" Racetrack yelled enthusiastically.

"Race, are you okay?" Crutchie asked, concerned.

There was no response for a few seconds, and then I heard the sound of somebody facepalming.

"Race, you're an idiot." Albert said flatly.

"Oh, wait a second."

Elmer adjusted his grip on the headset. "What'd he do?"

Albert sighed. "He shot finger guns at the screen."

"Woooowww." Jojo said, totally done.

"You're just jealous." Race clicked his tongue.

Jojo scoffed. "Why would I be jealous of an evil leprechaun? Oh wait, no, that's Albert."

"Hey!"

I elbowed Elmer. "Are they always like this?"

Elmer nodded. "Constantly."

"Uh, guys? Anyone else's game bugging out?" Jack asked. "Oh wait never mind, I just wandered a little too close to the crazy cat lady's cottage."

Racetrack huffed. "Heck you, butt rash boy."

Jojo let out a mock offended gasp. "Such language!"

"Frick you, HoHo."

Jojo gasped again. "Frick you!"

"That's gay." Racetrack said, snickering.

"You're gay!" Jojo replied.

"So what if I am?! Gay means happy, and I'm the happiest person I know! So there!" Racetrack punctuated his sentence with a somewhat audible 'blep'.

Elmer fake-coughed and raised his voice loud enough to cover Jojo and Racetrack's 'argument'. “To our right is Mush's giant flower garden." He did a slow pan of the colorful, pixelated blooms.

I leaned forward to examine them. It was quite impressive, if only from the sheer numbers of mass collection.

"Dare you to steal one, Elmer." Romeo piped up.

Elmer shook his head vehemently. "Heck no, unlike most of you, I actually value my life."

"Lives having value?" Albert scoffed.

"In this economy?" Racetrack finished for him.

"Now we're coming up on Romeo's super tacky building." Elmer leaned back against the wall as a large, misshapen, pink, vaguely-heart-shaped structure came into view.

"Look, I had a plan originally, but math and grids are hard." Romeo explained.

Racetrack let out a derisive scoff. "Grids are literally the easiest thing, you wannabe fashion icon."

Romeo blew a raspberry.

"Your mom is literally the easiest thing." Albert commented.

I could practically hear Racetrack's smirk from here. "You know, what I'm gathering from all the 'your mom' jokes is, you just really wanna be my daddy."

Somebody started making vey exaggerated gagging noises.

"Uh, pass." Albert muttered under his breath.

"You coughing up a hairball over there or something, Jojo?" Henry asked.

Jojo ceased his gagging. "No, I'm good."

"I bet Race has rabies." Buttons quipped.

"Don't be ridiculous, Race doesn't have rabies!" Crutchie protested. "I had him tested and everything."

"Interesting." I murmured under my breath.

"This is my house!" Elmer announced with a large grin, completely oblivious. "It's one of those tiny houses!"

"That's a very pretentious way of saying 'dirt hut starter home'." Crutchie teased.

"Wow, that's so funny I forgot to laugh." Elmer shot back. "No, it's like one of those minimalist houses that used to be all the rage, but in Minecraft! See?" He gestured at the small building on the screen, eyes sparkling.

I smiled back, his energy practically contagious. "It's very cute." Just like its builder, is what I did not say to him.

"And fully functional!" Elmer opened the door and started pointing out various features. "In the floor is a crafting table and a bed, to the side we have a furnace and a double-wide chest—"

"Your mom has a double-wide chest!" Racetrack exclaimed gleefully before erupting into laughter.

Elmer snapped his mouth shut with an unamused look on his face.

"Dang you Race, I was about to say that." Albert said, almost whining.

Elmer let out a sigh and moved his avatar to the back of the house. "And here's a small vegetable garden."

"Po Tay Toes!" Albert exclaimed, immediately perking back up.

"Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew!" Jack added. The first thing he's said in a while, now that I think about it.

"You Irish people scare me." Racetrack commented.

"You're part Irish." Albert said flatly.

"Yeah, and?" Racetrack asked defensively. "I scare myself!"

"That makes two of us." Albert muttered under his breath.

I stole a glance towards Elmer, who was engrossed in harvesting his virtual vegetables. I can't say I understand how or why people invest so much time in this kind of stuff, but at least it makes him happy.

It'd be nice if I could do that.

I don't know what I'm doing, but if I don't ask then I'll spend years replaying this day over and over in my head at 2:00a.m. in the morning overanalyzing every single little detail. Here goes nothing.

I smiled teasingly and nudged Elmer with my elbow, gently. “So, do you invite all the girls out to watch you play Minecraft or am I just special?"

"Say what now?" Elmer looked over at me suddenly, blinking as if he was coming out of a trance as his eyes re-adjusted to the real world.

Uh-oh.

"This is a date?"

"This isn't a date?" We both asked in unison.

There was an awkward silence for about ten seconds, which was then broken by the sound of loud crunching over the headset.

"Henry!" About five or six voices exclaimed.

"What?" Henry asked defensively. "This is entertaining, thus, snacks are a must! Can y'all blame me?"

"Elmer," Racetrack sighed, "when you ask a girl to quote, 'hang out', unquote, that's code for a date. Just like Netflix and Chill is—"

"Stop! Don't ruin his innocence!" Buttons interrupted.

"I'm just saying, he's not gonna get very far if he doesn't know—"

Elmer pulled the headset down and placed it on the bed between us, hitting mute at the same time. "Look, this didn't go the way I planned, 'cause I was gonna ask you out for real, but then I panicked, so no wonder you've been getting mixed signals, but..."

He stared down at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "Can we just finish out today platonic and like, start fresh tomorrow? And I promise, if it's what you want, I will ask you on a real, proper date then."

I grinned and turned back to face the screen so I wasn't staring at him and making him even more uncomfortable. "Sounds good to me."

"Cool." Elmer returned the grin and did two thumbs up at me, shoulders scrunched up, then picked the headset back up and held it up to his ear.

I leaned in to unmute it and was greeted with a cacophony of all the boys arguing with each other over what exactly was happening on our end.

I hesitantly reached over to place my arm around Elmer's shoulders. "Do you mind if... is this okay?"

Elmer beamed from ear to ear and leaned into my touch. "Yeah."

"What's going on?" Romeo asked loudly, effectively putting a damper on the moment. "I need visuals!"

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Ideal Confusion - MCU AU Fanfic - C5

(Title subject to change)

Story summary: Giving into the constant pressure from the press, Tony decides to put a rest to the rumours that Peter is his biological son - once and for all.

Previous Chapter(s): 1 2 3 4

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson series.

Warnings/themes: family, family stuff, adoption, DNA test(s), pressure, peer pressure, social issues, mentions of alcoholism, mental health problems, potentially some minor medical inaccuracies, mentions of corporal punishment, hurt/comfort

You can also find me on AO3

Chapter 5 - Politics And Papers

Peter couldn’t help being annoyed that his parents had had a takeaway without him.

“How come I had to have soup and you two got a takeaway?” Peter pouted.

“You don’t like kebabs” Loki said.

“No, but I like chips. I would’ve still had something”

“You were in distress” Tony said. “You needed something nourishing”

“I could’ve had salad with my chips”

“Stop trying your luck. It’s done with” Tony said. “Now go and get dressed”

“I don’t want to”

“Tough. Do as you’re told”

Peter pouted and shook his head.

“Well in that case, I’ll get you dressed myself” Loki said, grabbing Peter and throwing him over his shoulder.

Tony chuckled at Peter’s indignant howls and struggling as Loki took him out of the room. It was a relief being able to laugh at something - even something as silly and mundane as that.

Peter put up a good fight, but he was no match for Loki, who was triumphant in his mission. Peter looked at himself in the mirror once it was over.

“I can’t wear this!” he protested.

“Why not?” Loki said.

“It makes me look... cute!”

“You are cute” Loki said. “If you hadn’t made such a fuss, you could have chosen your own outfit. I wouldn’t have had to step in if you’d just been sensible”

Peter scowled. “What am I doing today, anyway?”

“Well, that’s up to you” Loki said. “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know” Peter shrugged. “I still feel weird because of yesterday”

“I know, chick. Well, perhaps you should take it easy for a while then. Do you want some breakfast?”

“I’m not really hungry”

“Well, a cup of tea at least” Loki said, putting an arm round him. “Come along, chick”

Peter sighed heavily but went along without any fuss. Somehow he felt avoiding another scuffle with his father was probably a good idea.

Tony lit up when he saw Peter.

“Aww, look at you in your little dungarees! You look so cute!”

Peter scowled at him, but Tony just laughed.

“I’m gonna pop into the office. Wanna come with me? We can get bagels on the way”

“I’m not hungry”

“You need to eat, kiddo”

“Fine, I’ll eat!” Peter said, sighing in an exaggerated fashion. “Can’t I just have breakfast here? I don’t want a bagel”

“Ok, ok” Tony said. “We’ll go out in a bit. Now get yourself fed”

Peter wanted to get changed before they went out, but Tony wouldn’t let him. Peter adjusted his outfit as best he could, undoing one of the shoulder straps of the dungarees and choosing an outrageous pair of metallic Dr Martens to go with them. He pulled on a hooded jacket too, hoping to give a bit of cover. Tony gave him a squeeze.

“You’re a cute little kid” he said. “Right, let’s get going”

Peter didn’t really want to be at the office, but he supposed it was better than sitting round the house with nothing to do all day. He still felt funny after the events of the previous day, so he was hoping for a welcome distraction from that little episode.

Being at the office certainly gave him something else to focus on, as everyone was making a fuss of him. Sadly, the hooded jacket and mad boots were not enough to throw off the cuteness that Loki had bestowed upon him during the wardrobe-based conflict that morning.

“You’re just darling!” one lady was saying, pinching his cheeks. “I haven’t seen you since you were one of Kindsprengen’s teenager-turned-toddlers. You were wearing dungarees then, too!”

Peter remembered being victim of Kindsprengen’s gun, but he didn’t remember this woman. Like all of the other people who had pinched his cheeks till they were sore in the past, she just blended in as another faceless hand - not exactly something he favoured in an acquaintance.

“Alright, that’s enough” Tony said, kindly but firmly. “You’re making him look like a little Russian doll”

“He’s a cute kid” Another woman said. “Just like his father”

Tony laughed, but it sounded forced. He put his arm round Peter.

“Come on, kiddo: you can give me a hand with some of these papers”

Being in Tony’s office gave them some much needed privacy.

“Your cheeks’ll be safe for a while in here” Tony said. “Relax, kiddo! You look so tense”

“I am tense. I’m going through some stuff, remember?”

“You brought half of it on yourself, you naughty little bastard” Tony grinned. “You take after your parents”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not”

“Well, you can make up your mind while we get some work done”

There was a lot to do, and a lot Peter could help with - which was good, in a way, because it meant he didn’t have time to think about any of his problems.

“You’re good at this already” Tony said, checking Peter’s work. “You’ll make a great successor one day, chick”

Peter didn’t dare say that maybe he didn’t want to be a successor to Stark Industries. Tony was stressed enough as it was (and so was Peter). Starting an argument wouldn’t do any good for anyone.

While they were at the office, everything was fine. It was a different story, however, when they went outside. As always, word had got out that Tony was at the office, and the paps had shown up, ready with their cameras and notebooks and tape recorders.

“Jesus, that’s a lot of reporters” Tony said, putting an arm tight round Peter. “You know the drill, kiddo”

Peter nodded. Just stay quiet and walk. It was always the same.

There really were a lot of people there - much more than Peter had expected. They were loud too; shouting and asking questions, cameras flashing, people pushing and shoving, trying to get their microphones as close as possible. They really were close too: boxing them in, some of them inches away, some of them very almost grabbing them.

Just stay quiet and walk.

Peter’s heart was thumping hard. He felt overwhelmed; hot, scared. He tried to stay close against Tony, hiding as much as he could. It’d be over in a minute.

Just stay quiet and walk.

Something about the continued lack of response and Peter’s obvious apprehension just seemed to make the reporters more insistent.

“Mr Stark, you’ve yet to release a statement about the ongoing story!”

“Mr Stark, is it true that you planned to hide your biological son behind a fake adoption story forever?”

“Mr Stark, if you’re so insistent he’s not your real son, who won’t you do a DNA test to prove it?”

“Mr Stark, I'm a spokesperson for Benchmark DNA Testing, and-”

“Mr Stark, do you-”

“Mr Stark, is it true that-”

“Mr Stark-!

“Mr Stark-!”

“Mr-Stark-!”

Peter stopped walking. Everything sounded so loud, but so blurry, like he was underwater. He felt sick, and tried to bury his face in Tony’s chest to block everything out.

“Alright, kiddo, alright” Tony said, softly. “Come on; just keep walking”

“Mr Stark, your press manager said you wouldn’t be commenting on this story. What do you have to say to everyone about these rumours?”

Tony held tight to Peter and carried on walking, making Peter walk with him. He tried to ignore all of the shouted questions and statements directed at him. He tried to focus on getting his son to safety.

“Peter, have your always known about your true parentage, or is this information news to you, too?”

Tony stopped dead, turning to stare at the reporter.

“Don’t you dare talk to him! Don’t you have anything better to do than hound a little kid?!” he shouted. “Get away from us! All of you! You’re scaring my boy and I’ll sue each and every one of you if you don’t get out of our way!!”

Miraculously, the crowd parted, although there was still a lot of shouting. Tony sped through with Peter, and within a matter of moments they were in the car and on the road home.

Peter flopped back in his seat, breathing deeply and trying to calm his thumping heart.

“Here” Tony said, handing him a bottle of water.

Peter took the bottle of water and took a few mouthfuls.

“Are you alright? You were shaking like mad back there, and you still look pretty shaken now”

“...I guess I got a bit scared”

“Those bastards. Who do they think they are?” Tony growled. “Coming to my office, shouting in my face, shouting at my son, taking all those photos”

Peter just nodded. Tony looked at him.

“Maybe it was a bad idea taking you out today”

“It was ok at the office” Peter said. “It gave me something else to do. It was just the outside bit that got to me”

“Yeah...” Tony took his hand and kissed the back of it. “Bloody paparazzi. I can deal with them coming onto me: I’ve never really known any different. But I can’t stand them talking to you and pressuring you. Celebrities kids should be strictly off limits, in my opinion”

“Mm... Hey, um, dad?”

“Yeah?”

“I...”

Tony glanced at him. “What’s up, chick?”

“I... I wanna see Li Allen”

“Ok” Tony said. “I can give her a call and see if she can come over some time soon”

“Thanks...”

“You know you can always ring her” Tony said. “I know you’ve got her number. And I know you’ve done it in the past”

“Yeah, I know. But sometimes it’s nicer talking to her in person” Peter said. “...I like Li Allen”

“Me too” Tony said. “She’s been brilliant all the time we’ve known her. What a woman”

Peter looked at him. “Do you fancy her?”

“What?” Tony burst out laughing. “Nice one, kid. No, I don’t fancy her. Come on! You’re almost as bad as the papers”

“Sorry...”

“Don’t be” Tony said. “Well anyway, I think it might be best if we kept you inside for a few days”

Peter pouted.

“Don’t give me that look! It’s for the best”

Tony focused on the road. He knew he’d get another ‘you can’t keep the poor thing cooped up all the time’ lecture from Loki, but he also knew it was the right thing to do: He had to keep Peter safe.

Loki confronted Tony when he got home. Tony looked at him warily.

“...What?”

“Please tell me you didn’t actually punch a reporter today”

“Well. Not physically”

“Tony, just give me a straight answer!”

“No, I didn’t punch anyone! Why would I?!”

“Because you were angry?” Loki suggested. “You’re all over social media already. Jo Jo sent me some links”

“I’m not in the habit of punching people when I haven’t got my suit on” Tony said. “Especially not in front of the kid”

Loki looked at Peter. “There’s some apple juice in the fridge”

Peter took the hint and went off to the kitchen. He didn’t want to get in the middle of that kind of dispute anyway.

Loki and Tony had a spat, and then went their separate ways to cool off. Tony went to find Loki late that afternoon.

“Hi”

Loki looked up from his book. “Hi”

“Where’s the kid?”

“Having a bath” Loki said. “If you listen carefully, you can hear the musical stylings of Peter Parker-John”

“What?” Tony listened hard. “I can’t hear anything”

“Mm, well, your ears aren’t as good as mine”

“Yeah... Oh” Tony said. “...Is he alright?”

“Well, if you go and listen outside his room and hear what he’s singing, you’ll find the answer”

Tony blinked at him. “Right. Well. Maybe I will”

“Then do” Loki said, looking back at his book. “We both know you’re his favourite”

Tony knew what Loki meant when he got to Peter’s room. He sighed and knocked on the en suite door. Peter fell silent.

“Peter, is the door unlocked?”

“Yeah”

Tony pushed the door open. “Hey, kiddo”

“Hey” Peter reached across and turned the stereo down.

“What are you listening to?” Tony asked, grabbing the folding chair and sitting down.

“...It’s from Peachtree Road”

“Oh right” Tony said, as though he knew what Peter was talking about. “...Are you alright?”

Peter shrugged.

“Hey, don’t go shutting me out, chick. What’s up?”

“I don’t know. I guess today just kinda threw me off a bit” he said. “...I don’t feel too great, actually. It’s been one of those days”

“One of those weeks, I think. Maybe even one of those months” Tony sighed, resting a hand on Peter’s head.

Peter didn’t move, or say anything. They were both quiet for a moment or two, listening to the stereo. Tony knew what Loki meant now.

“Do you want me to leave you to it?”

Peter nodded, pulling away from him. “I’ll come and find you later if you want. I think I might go to sleep for a bit when I’ve had my bath”

“Good idea... I’ll see you in a bit”

Tony made Loki jump when he stormed into the living room.

“I’m cancelling the paparazzi”

“Ok” Loki said. “Wait, what?”

“I’m cancelling them. Cancelled, finished, done with, I hate them. I’m getting rid of them”

“I think you’re being a little bit too ambitious, darling”

“Whatever, I’m not having it! How dare they upset my little boy like that?! How dare they? I won’t stand for this any longer! We both know there’s one surefire way to get them off our backs”

Loki looked at him. There was a small silence.

“Oh” he said. “I see”

“I see indeed!” Tony said, taking his mobile phone out of his pocket. “I’ve gotta make some calls”

Peter sat down next to Loki late that evening. There was silence for a while, but Loki could sense himself being watched, and it was off-putting.

“What?”

“Is dad angry with me?”

Loki lowered his book. “Why would you say that?”

Peter shrugged. “He’s been all weird. Like, I said I’d find him after my bath and sleep, and I did, but he just said he was busy, and he was all quiet at tea, and then he went down to the lab and told me to go and amuse myself when I tried to follow him”

“I think he’s just a little stressed” Loki said. “I wouldn’t take it personally. Give him a little space. He’s not angry with you, I assure you”

“...Are you angry with me?”

“No. Why would I be?”

Peter shrugged. “I guess I’m just feeling a bit paranoid or mixed up or something”

Loki sighed. He set his book aside and put an arm round Peter’s shoulders. Peter leant into him.

“There now. You’re too young to worry this much. Go and have some fun. Why don’t you sneak out your bedroom window and come back drunk off WKD?”

Peter looked at him, a little shocked. “I don’t think dad would be happy about you encouraging underage drinking”

Loki laughed. “That’s just what the kids your age do, isn’t it? The ones at the Home in Scotland do. Did. My point is; act your age. Try to enjoy yourself. Let me read. Ok?”

Peter nodded slowly and slipped off the window seat. He got the message.

Peter did a little search of the house, even though deep down he knew there wasn’t a drop of alcohol in the place. Even the mouthwash and hand gel were alcohol free nowadays. His parents involvement with the AA wasn’t exactly a secret, and although he’d never been given the full facts, he’d overheard a few conversations when he was living with Thor, so he had a pretty good grasp of the situation.

Still, maybe it was just as well: Peter had had a few run-ins with alcohol in the past, and they hadn’t all ended especially well. But, that did leave him at a bit of a loss of what to do. Not being one himself, he wasn’t really sure what normal fifteen year olds did. He didn’t believe the way fifteen year olds were portrayed on the television, and he wasn’t sure he had the best example of teenagers in his real life now either.

He could think back, of course, but the Midtown lot weren’t exactly typical either: there was Ned, who was essentially just a gamer, there was Flash, who was essentially a twat, and there was MJ, who was essentially just strange... There weren’t many other people who could remember very well. The St Hendrick’s lot weren’t typical either. Most of them acted the way you’d expect a toff to act. But there was Macy, who was essentially a bitch, and perhaps a bit of a class rebel, and there was Malaki, who spent most of his time in a teachers office being shouted at. So not exactly a good indication of what he could do - unless he maybe wanted to get arrested.

Hm, that was a thought. Peter knew exactly what he’d do if he wanted to get arrested, and it mainly consisted of stealing Loki’s motorbike and driving through a shopping centre before flipping over the handlebars when he reached the escalator. Not exactly the crime of the century, sure - but effective, he supposed.

Peter wandered into the living room. Truth be told, it wasn’t a room he often had to himself. Not properly, anyway. But now, Loki was busy reading (nothing new, but he had explicitly asked to be left alone), and Tony was busy down in the lab (ditto Loki’s request). So as far as Peter was concerned, he may as well have the house to himself.

He picked up the remote, but decided he wasn’t in the mood for television, and set it aside. Instead, he turned on the stereo and loaded his playlist. Listening to music sounded like a better idea. Despite listening and singing for a while the previous day, it felt like he hadn’t listened to music properly for weeks. Generally, no one minded how loud he played his music, and they’d never complained about his singing. And besides, it was a good outlet...

Something had certainly thrown the household off-kilter, because Peter found himself waking up on the sofa on Friday morning - something that would never happen when things were going well.

He hauled himself up from the sofa, listening hard. The house was silent. Strange, considering the time, but he supposed his parents were still asleep. He went to the kitchen and fixed himself something to eat. He sat at the little table, scrolling on his phone while he had his breakfast, and rather enjoying the peace and quiet. He felt ok. Better than ok. Good, even. He only wished the kitchen had windows so that he had the morning sun shining in on him, like he always did back at the flat, but he knew it couldn’t be helped. Other than that, he couldn’t complain. Even knowing he was grounded wasn’t off-putting: given the circumstances, a day indoors sounded like a fine idea.

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