#upon his return to Japan he now makes sure to spend more time outside to soak in the rays

[shycoconutt]

i need post-timeskip, just got back from brazil, portuguese-speaking, gym tan laundry, v-league hinata shouyou injected into my veins.

[i-cant-sing]

I know requests are closed so this isn’t a request I just had an idea based off an ask you got about hawks and the Todoroki clan. What if the reader escaped from yandere Todoroki clan (Dabi scared the reader/took it too far with the threats, or because endeavor and the brothers had a fight and the reader got scared)and they ran into hawks, crying and panicked thinking that he would help. But hawks recognizes them from the pictures in endeavors desk and offers them a lift to somewhere safe. Only for hawks to fly the reader back to the Todoroki estate where the whole family is waiting for them.

The reader feels hurt and betrayed and everyone is angry, but hawks being hawks tries to diffuse the situation by saying,”stop scaring the poor kid. They came to me scared out of their mind, but being the outstanding godfather that I am, I made sure to bring them back safely.” (Or something like that)

And endeavor just accepts that hawks claimed himself as the readers godfather, and tells the reader to get inside and to clean up.

So now hawks takes it upon himself to hang around the estate more to fulfill his “godfather” duties, spoiling the reader as much as he can.

Yandere Godfather Hawks x Todoroki clan reader

I was going to write boyfriend Hawks, instead of Godfather Hawks but this was just too good. I kinda thought that the age gap between Hawks and reader would be too much so maybe Godfather would be a better role for him, but the chaos that would follow if they find him dating reader would be just *chef's kiss*. I think I just might write bf Hawks too. Let me know what you guys think.

Anyways, enjoy!

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Yandere Hawks:

You didn't know how long you had been running for. You didn't know how far you had gotten away from their house. You didn't even know where you were going, to be honest. But you did know that you had to get away from there as far as you could.

Sure, you only had a few hours headstart. But for them, the most powerful family in Japan, this wasn’t enough time for you. 

You had planned your escape with their schedule in mind.

Enji would come home from his office at 9pm; he used to return at 11, but ever since you were kidnapped adopted by them, he tries to come home early.

Natsuo had already visited you during the day. He habitually comes after his shift at the hospital. Once he would check you over for any injuries and be satisfied with your overall health, he would join you, Rei and Fuyumi for a quick lunch before leaving.

Usually, you would spend the day with Rei, Fuyumi and Shotou, then Enji would come by the time dinner was served. And once everyone went to sleep, Dabi would come to visit you around 2 am. He would tap on your window and disturb you from your sleep, but its not like you have any engagements in the morning anyways. Once you would let him in, he would talk to you and maybe watch a movie too. If he's pissed, he might "accidentally" leave a burn mark on your arm (and you've tried asking your family for help, but they wouldn't do anything. Natsuo would just bandage you up, while Shotou would comfort you. Besides, you've learned not to snitch on Dabi because he would even get angrier than before.)

That was your routine ever since they had took you, almost 7 months ago. Well, they had actually adopted you an year ago, and everything was going well. But then you started noticing their odd behaviour. You thought they were just being protective of you at first, but as time went on, their obsessive tendencies and no regard for your personal boundaries started weirding you out.

Then one day, they just stopped letting you out of the house. No matter how much you cried, begged or fought, they just wouldn't let you go outside, telling that you its for your own good.

At first, they would use cuffs to keep you bound since you fought so much. But then you started behaving, and they slowly started trusting you more and stopped putting on the restraints.

What they didn't know was that you were just biding your time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to escape. Like today.

Shotou had to go to his friend's house to work on a school project, so he wasn't able to join you at lunch today and would be coming home late.

After lunch, once Natsuo had left, you asked Fuyumi if she could go to the mall and buy you some books. You had been complaining to her about your boredom for quite sometime now, so she agreed and left to go shop for you.

So that only left you with Rei in the house. And while she had a weaker quirk than the rest of the family, your quirkless self was no match for her either.

But she was easier to fool. You told Rei that you were going to take a nap in your room and to call you when dinner was ready. Rei nodded before going to the kitchen to start preparing for dinner.

You went to your room and opened the window to get out. It used to be bolted shut but after months of working on it slowly but stealthily, you had managed to pop it open. It was 6, and you were sure Fuyumi and Shotou would be coming home by 7, so without having anytime to pack, you ran.

It was stupid. You should've at least gotten your coat and shoes on, but there was no guarantee a chance like this would appear again, so you left without them.

You kind of regret it now, as you winced in pain at all the rocks and twigs pressing into your bare feet. You shivered in the cold, which didn't bother you at first because of the adrenaline pumping through your veins, but now as you slid against a dumpster in an alley to give a break to your legs, you wished Rei could've given you some proper clothes, instead of the light, pastel pink dress. In her defence, the house was centrally heated during winters so you didn't really need warm clothes inside the house. But now, looking at the dark clouds forming in the sky, you wished she could've at least given you a sweater.

It had soon started raining, and the wind had picked up as well. Shivering, you decided to stay put by the dumpster and wait until it stopped. It would be easier for them to find you if you ran now because the streets will be empty because of the rain. And its not like you could go to a police station either. How will you explain to them that the no.1 hero had kidnapped you?

Sighing, you closed your eyes. You just have to vanish from their eyes until they give up on you, or at least find someone else to replace you.

Hawks was flying home when it had begun raining. Tutting, he flew back to the ground to walk his way home. It was dangerous to fly during the rain; his feathers would get heavy and weigh him down.

As he was walking, whistling to himself, he heard someone whimper in the alley to his left. He walked in the dark alley, bracing himself for any sudden movements. The little whimpers came from near the dumpster. The alley had no light, so he couldn't see much. He walked closer to the source of whimpers and he could make out a silhouette of a shivering girl, who was completely drenched. Her eyes were closed so she hadn't noticed Hawks yet.

He took a step closer. "Hey. You okay?" As soon Hawks voice reached her ears, she snapped her eyes open and backed away from him. Hawks backed up a bit, raising his hands in surrender. "Its okay. I'm a hero." He said, calmly.

Once she seemed recognise him, or at least realise he wasn't dangerous, she relaxed a bit. "What are you doing in the rain?"he asked. She paused for a bit, before replying in a tiny voice,"none of your business." Hawks smiled. "It kinda is. Now you can either tell me, or I can take you to the cops and you can tell them. What's it gonna be?"

Your breath hitched at his question. If he takes you to the cops, Enji will surely find you, and the punishment that will be waiting for you...you didn't even want to think about it. "I'm just...running." you mumbled, hoping he would leave you alone. "From who?" When you didn't reply, he sighed. "Okay. Can you tell me why you're running?"

You thought for a bit. Would he believe if you told him the truth? You knew he was close friends with Enji and you heard from Enji that he was very loyal to him, so you doubted that he would believe you if you told him the no. 1 hero had been holding you hostage for 7 months. But maybe he could help you. If you just tell him that someone's after you, then maybe he could drop you off somewhere safe?

Gulping, you answered. "I- I was kidnapped. And they've probably noticed that I'm missing now and- and I need to hide before they can find me. I can't, I can't go back there-" your voice broke down as you slowly started crying.

Hawks's eyes widened as he heard you confess. He hugged you, rubbing your back soothingly. "Shh, its okay. I'm here now. Tell me who it is." You shook your head no. "Don’t be afraid. I'll keep you safe. Just tell me who-" "No!"you cut him off, realising that you would be putting his life in danger if you told him the truth. The Todorokis have done it before, with your old family and friends; you have no doubt that they will do it again.

Hawks was taken aback by your outburst. Who were you so afraid of? Was it a crazy ex? Or a family member? Maybe you had gotten in trouble with the wrong crowd? Whoever it was, fear was evident in your voice. He had to help you.

"Okay. I'm sorry. How about we get out of the rain? Maybe to a cafe, where we can get a coffee to warm ourselves up?" He asked you again, trying to look at your face in the dark. You shook your head again, before speaking. "Could you- could you just get me out of this city? Or at least as far away from here as possible?"

Who were you so scared of that you wanted to leave the city? He could investigate that later, but first he needed to get you out of the rain. 

He nodded. "Alright. It should stop raining anytime now, so I can't fly you out right now. How about we walk to my apartment and warm ourselves and then, I could take you anywhere you want?"

This was the best you were going to get. You know you need to leave the city right now, but he was your only chance of leaving. So you agreed. Hawks smiled at that. "Can you walk?"he asked you. You nodded, but as soon as you took a step, you yelped in pain, almost falling down. Thankfully, Hakws was near to catch you. He laughed. Noticing your chattering teeth, he gave you his jacket. "You're going to catch a cold." Once you had worn his big, warm jacket, he lifted you up into his arms and started walking out of the alley and towards his home.

As he got out of the alley, the street lights finally illuminated your face.

You looked familiar, like he'd seen you before, but he can't seem to remember where he saw you. His eyes scanned your face. Your brows were furrowed in worry, and you kept looking over his shoulder. You looked scared, almost like a child. Looking down, he noticed your pink dress was completely ruined. He moved his gaze to your feet. They were bleeding, due to the stones, twigs and broken glass that had pierced them. Your legs had tiny burns, some had faded, others looked still fresh.

Were you being abused? Is that why you're running? He wanted to ask you these questions but he knew he had to wait for you to open up.

"Thank you."your tiny voice brought him back to reality. Hawks gave his famous heroic smile. "No problem." You gave a tiny smile of your own. It was kind. "Why do you keep looking back?"he asked you. Your eyes widened slightly, looking like a kid who got caught stealing cookies. "Are you worried about them taking you away again?"he asked, not really sure who he was referring to. You started tearing up again. Your lips wobbled as you slowly nodded your head. He stopped walking, causing you to look up to him. "Its okay. I promise I'll never let anyone hurt you again. I promise." His voice held such sincerity, you started crying into his chest as you kept on thanking him.

Hawks meant every word. He's going to make sure nobody ever lays a finger on you. How could anyone harm such a sweet thing like you?

He rubbed your shoulder with one hand to calm you down. Once you had stopped crying, he spoke again. "Hey, look. It stopped raining." You looked up and he was right; the sky had cleared up. "Well, are you ready to fly?" You smiled slightly before nodding. He told you to hold on to him tightly, and you buried your face into his chest before he took off.

Once you guys were in the air, Hawks told you to open your eyes. You did and the view was breathtaking. Tall buildings and sky scrapers were all over the city, and tiny lights from cars and street lamps looked like stars. It looked like a scene from an anime. Really pretty.

"Wow."you finally said. Hawks chuckled at that. Your looked like you just saw Santa. So adorable.

"I'm glad you like it."he said, as he started flying towards his home. You smiled. "Hey! You never told me your name."he said, mocking fake surprise.

You giggled at that. "I'm Y/n."

And just like that, Hawks finally remembered where he had seen you.

A year ago Endeavour had asked him to find everything he can on this one particular girl. Hawks thought that maybe you were linked to some case, but your records were clean, so he thought that maybe Enji was just looking for someone for Shotou. Hawks thought it was weird when you suddenly disappeared from the public eye a month later. He tried to ask Enji about you but he would just brush him off, telling him he had mistook you for someone else. It was odd, but Hawks eventually let go of it.

Wait. Does that mean Enji had been hurting you? No, that can't be it. Enji had been working with him on a lot of missions abroad, and the burn marks on your legs were rather fresh. 

"Whats wrong?"your soft voice brought him out of his thoughts. "Hmm? Oh nothing. Why do you ask?"Hawks faked a smile. You stared at him. Something was off. "Nothing. Its just you were lost in your thoughts, I guess."

Hawks laughed at that. "You’re really observant, aren't you?" Deciding to test out his theory, he continued. "Well, you're right. I was thinking about a work colleague. You might've heard of him. Endeavour, hm?"

At the sound of his name, you stiffened, confirming his suspicion. You were connected to him somehow. Hawks didn't know how, but he was going to figure it out. "Um, y-yeah. He's the no.1 h- hero, right?"the fear in your voice had returned, although you were trying hard to hide it.

Hawks nodded. "Yeah!" He had to find out how you were linked to Enji. Suddenly, he turned around and started flying back where you guys had started.

"W-what are you doing? Why are we going back?"you asked him. He looked down at you and replied, "we need to get bandages for your wounds. Otherwise your feet will get infected." You nodded. "Oh. Okay." With that you closed your eyes to prevent them from drying against the wind.

After maybe half an hour or so, you opened your eyes to look where you guys were flying to. You looked down and to your horror, saw a familiar house coming up. You looked at Hawks and he seemed to know what you were thinking. "We're going down there."he nodded his head towards the Todoroki estate. Your eyes grew wide, and your body started trembling. "No! No! We- we can't! We can't go there!" You started shaking your head. "And why not?"Hawks stopped flying towards the estate, simply flapping his wings to remain in the air. You just shook your head. "We can't. I can't. Just drop me off somewhere else. I'll be fine on my own." Hawks wanted to know the real reason. He frowned. "Tell me the truth right now or I'll take you down there this instant."

You gulped, his eyes were showing that he wasn't bluffing. Your eyes started to glisten with unshed tears as you finally told him the truth. You told him everything; about how Enji had kidnapped you, how he got rid of your real family, how he and Rei had tried to keep you a secret from everyone, how their kids found out about you but instead of helping you out, became attached to you just like their parents, about how the famous villian Dabi was Enji's son and how he would sometimes burn you. By the time you were done, tears were flowing down your cheeks as Hawks tried to process what you had just confessed to him.

"Do you trust me?"he suddenly asked you. You looked at him confused. "What?" He repeated again. "Do you trust me?" Did you? Honestly, not that much, but he was the only one who was going to help you so you slowly nodded. "Yes?" Not really sure of it yourself but Hawks accepted the answer anyways. "Good." As soon as he said that, he started flying again, towards the house. You started thrashing in his arms again. "No! You said you wouldn't take me back here! You said you wouldn't!"you were full on sobbing against him, trying to wring yourself free from his vice grip, but Hawks was neither listening nor relenting his tight hold on you.

You looked down and that's when you saw them. Enji, Rei, all of them, were standing in the garden looking at you and Hawks. Even Dabi was there. Rei must've panicked and called everyone. And from the look on his- everyone's face, you could tell you were in deep trouble.

You thrashed in Hawks arms, begging him to fly away, but he didn't listen to you at all.

Once you reached the ground, you didn't pull your head out of Hawk's chest. You don't want to see their rage or the punishments they have planned for you.

"Hey, Endeavour!" Hawks broke the silence first. "Mrs Todoroki. Kids." He nodded towards them. "Hawks. Who do you have there?"Enji asked, pretending as if he doesn't know you. Hawks laughed. "You don't have to pretend! I know everything." At this, Dabi activated his quirk, ready to cremate him but was stopped by Shotou.

Thinking that this was some sort of blackmail, Enji asked, "What do you want? Money?"

Hawks smirked. "Nope! Look, I know you kidnapped her and all but you are providing her a good life, right?" He paused to look at them. Everyone nodded. He continued. "And you're just keeping her home to protect her from harm?" Again, everyone nodded. "But she still managed to escape you all even though she's quirkless and you all are not."

"Get to the fucking point."Dabi said impatiently.

Hawks sighed. "Clearly, you need all the help you can get. You need me. I can help you help her keep safe and healthy!" He paused, before his eyes lit up. "I can't have my goddaughter getting hurt again." Everyone looked at him weirdly. Goddaughter?

"How about you hand her over and you'll still be able to fly." Dabi threatened, blue flames engulfing his hands. Hawks laughed again. He was right. It wasn't Enji who giving you those nasty burns, it was Dabi. "If something happens to me, I have enough evidence gathered against you" he pointed to Dabi, "and then cops will get involved and maybe take away Y/n away."

The threat of someone taking you away from them, made their heart drop. Rei, who had been previously sobbing, put a hand on Dabi's shoulder, telling him to calm down.

Hawks grinned at Enji, raising his eyebrows. "So what will it be, Endeavour?"

Enji understood the ultimatum Hawks was giving him. Either let him in the family or risk losing you to the authorities. And he knew Hawks wasn't one to make empty threats.

Enji's eyes snapped to you. You were trying to bury yourself into Hawks chest, trying to hide from them. He wasn't that mad at you for running, more worried if anything. Had his family really spooked you that much? He'll have to worry about that later. First he needs to get you back into his and Rei's arms.

Enji sighed, before nodding. "Fine. We'll do it your way."

Hawks beamed at that. "Great!" He was glad that Enji had accepted. "Now, you need to take Y/n in before she catches a cold; although I'm certain she already has. Oh and tend to her bloody feet too! Poor thing was just running around barefoot." He chuckled. Shotou moved forward to take you from Hawks but you clung tightly to Hawks shoulders.

"Please. Please. Just take me out of here. Please." You whispered to him, fresh tears pricking your eyes now.

You looked so scared. Your eyes were saucer wide, nose red from cold and cheeks flush. Fear. That was were you emitting. But the longer he looked at your face, he found something else too. Hope. Innocence. Naivety. And while fear was the predominant emotion, the latter were the ones that he wanted to protect. "Hawks." Enji's voice broke him out from his trance. Hawks smiled. Addressing you, he started rubbing soothing circles to your back. "Hey. Hey. Its okay, princess." You kept on crying, your eyes begging him to whisk you away anywhere but here. You looked so much like him when he was little. So afraid. "Listen, do you remember what I promised you?" You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. You're so endearing. "I promised you that I'll never let anyone hurt you again, didn't I?" You nodded slowly. "I intent on keep that promise, dove. Infact I'll talk to your dad tonight! But you need to go in and take warm bath. I don't want you getting sick, okay?"

You had seemed to calm down as you slowly nodded and let him hand you over to Shotou, who quickly ushered you in, with Natsuo, Rei and Fuyumi quickly following behind, leaving Hawks with Dabi and Enji.

"Lets go to your office, Endeavour! I have to go over some details as Y/n's new godfather." Enji nodded and went inside to go to his home office. Hawks was about to follow but was stopped by Dabi. "What game are you playing, you freak?" 

Hawks chuckled, before swiftly pulling out a very sharp feather and pressing it against Dabi's jugular. "I'm just here to make sure that no one hurts Y/n again. And if I see another scorch mark on her, I'll find you and carve your skin into ribbons."

I will be accepting requests and asks for godfather hawks and Todoroki clan!

Oh and don't worry, I'm working on part 2 of rei hurting the reader. It'll be done soon! :)

[tteokdoroki]

oblivious | k.takami

♡ pairing: keigo takami x gn!reader.

♡ word count: 1.8K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, assistant!au, fluff.

♡ summary: usually, when it comes down to smooth talking and flirting, pro hero hawks has all the boxes checked right off. except for when it comes to his assistant, who doesn’t quite seem to get it. or the one in which miruko meddles with hawks’ love life on valentines day.

♡ warning(s): please read ! tooth-rotting fluff, cheesy pick-up lines, just keigo being a dorky boi! :D

♡ author’s note(s): goood evening my loves! here’s a little fluff fic for you on valentines ! it was requested a while ago by @mocha-focha​ but i figured today would be the perfect day!  i hope youu enjoy, sorry this is so last min! happy valentines day <3

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keigo couldn’t tell if he found it more adorable or more annoying.

your obliviousness that is.

on one had, your cluelessness to the number two’s attraction towards you was most certainly adorable. the way you grew flustered when he walked by or leaned down to your height to tease and compliment you. the way your gaze dropped shyly to your desk when he’d ask something minuscule of you. keigo knew he intimidated you; after all, who wouldn’t be in the shoes of japan’s second most beloved hero.

the winged hero had wanted you ever since he first laid his avian eyes on you, after he’d stumbled back into his agency to complete paper work for that day’s patrol. you had been unpacking boxes at the desk outside of keigo’s office, hired to be a temporary assistant while the last had quit due to said blonde ‘being too much to handle.’

keigo still remembers the way your eyes had flittered to the floor as soon as he came into view and the timid way your name had slipped from between your pretty lips when he’d asked for your name.

the blonde swears he could never get tired of the sweet taste of ‘yn’ on his tongue.

you were nice company and worked well with keigo, since you were resilient unlike his last assistant. he couldn’t fault you anywhere, not in your kind smile and precious gestures ( you always brought him a chicken sandwich when you came back from your lunch break ). you were a gem. the only ‘annoying’ thing was that you never quite understood his flirting.

sure; some of keigo’s methods like bringing you little gifts of shiny things and rocks were a little unconventional... but he couldn’t help it! he was a goddamned bird after all and it wasn’t his fault you mistook the dead rabbit on your desk as a cruel practical joke instead of a proclamation of love. and okay, maybe keigo giving you extra work so you could spend more time with him after office hours was a little over the top; but at least his pickup lines got through to you.

they were cringeworthy of course but at the very least; they made you grin even if you were a bit confused. one time you thought he had been practicing on you to test on endeavour on their patrol later that day. another story for another time.

so maybe the most annoying thing wasn’t your obliviousness to keigo’s advances but instead the reactions and teasing from his friends. just like now.

“so what’s it gonna be today keigo?” rumi asks from the winged hero’s left, her rabbit ears twitch and pick up on his light scoff— while he mentally prepares for the incoming barrage of teasing. “’are you the alphabet because i can c u and i together?’”

“no rumi, i’ve got better than that.” keigo barks out with a shift of his crimson wings, the number five smirks from beside him and keigo rolls his eyes with defeat, hating the way his wings often conveyed his underlying emotions.  the elevator they both travel in comes to a slow stop on the thirteenth floor of the hawks agency where the man himself hosts meetings in his office. the whole reason rumi was even here was to attend some dumb mission briefing the commission wanted to set them on but more than likely the bunny like hero would be here to tease keigo about his failed attempts at flirting with you. “just you wait!”

she enjoyed making his life a living hell. “i don’t know, nothing can quite beat that ‘i’m not a photographer but i can picture you and i together’ line you used last week!” rumi winks, swiftly exciting the elevator as the doors chime and open up, just narrowly avoiding the flurry of cursing and chirps from the bird-like hero.

said  blonde follows with a huff,  making a b-line for his sacred office as he sets his mind on getting the meeting done. the sooner it ends, the sooner rumi can get the hell out of his hair and stop bullying him for having a crush on his personal assistant. only, keigo is stopped in his tracks when he notices you innocently perched at your desk, tapping away at some document on your computer—  one that he probably could’ve and should’ve done himself. hawks almost hates how he catches himself blushing over how you complete such a mundane task,  the squint to your  eyes and the slight pinch to your brows in concentration ( which is adorable to him quite frankly ) make his heart flutter.

he finds himself coming to a stop just in front of your desk, causing rumi to slow up ahead and turn around to watch the chaos unfold.

your typing ceases quickly when you notice the shadow on your boss looming over you— his gold and piercing avian eyes staring right back down at you as soon as you look up. “oh! mr hawks, you’re back—!”

“yn, i seem to have lost my number, can i borrow yours?” hawks blurts out the cheesy line, almost instantly regretting it right after.

there’s a beat of silence between you both while your face morphs into one of confusion. why would he need to borrow your number when you could just locate it in the personal records you had access to? in the meantime, miruko has taken it upon herself to fill the awkward air with pockets of wheezy laughter. you blink up at your boss, once, twice, three times before reaching for your notebook with all of his important details written inside. “mr hawks, if you wanted me to read your number out loud for you again , you could have asked! i'm more than happy to!” you say your words slowly, just to make sure he understands— your boss can be a bit of an air head sometimes and it is your job to help him out.

“no—yn, no i—” keigo instantly shakes his head, the red tint of shame blaring across his cheeks in a shade that almost rivals the red of his wings. said appendages puff up and flutter with embarrassment and it doesn’t help that his fellow hero is laughing at him so hard that she’s bent over and struggling to breathe. “baby—i meant i was asking for your numb—“

you smile up at him with sweet innocent eyes that have his words dying in his throat. “i didn’t know you had a baby! congratulations mr hawks!” and then you return to typing.

keigo wants to die, physically deflating right in front of your desk where he stands.

rumi, who now seems to have recovered from her laughing fit passes by keigo with a pat to his back, he only pouts while she wipes the remainders of amused tears from her eyes before perching herself on your desk, practically leaning over you. you look up once again, feeling shy under the gaze of yet another esteemed pro hero but greet her politely with a bob of your head.

“yn, hun, can i ask you a question?” the number five asks you, warm grin helping you relax just a little.

“yes miss miruko?”

you find the woman shaking with laughter above you before she pets your hair endearingly, the gesture almost makes you pout and you have to remind yourself of where you are and who you work for. “firstly, love, you can call me rumi, i know you’re shy but i don’t bite…” you paw gently at your cheeks in oder to fight the growing heat that burns brightly under your skin, growing ever so flustered under miruko’s silky voice and knowing gaze. “secondly, hawks isn’t a father nor does he have a baby— he was addressing you, sweetheart. and finally,” rumi pauses, patting your head again as her bunny ears twitch with amusement and mischief. “how do you feel about the bird brains over there, do you like him?”

takami jolts up in his place, impossibly redder than he was before while he makes an attempt to shut rumi up with his ruffled feathers. the bunny simply catches the red feather between her hands, giving them a little tickle to distract her fellow hero , tilting her head down at you as if to ask ‘well?’ you gulp, feeling yourself become nervous as the two wait for your answer expectantly. of course you had nothing but positive feelings towards your boss; he was kind and made the time out of his busy day to talk to you— but why did they care so much as to ask you for your opinion? you were only his assistant and saying anything bad about the number two hero would surely get you fired.

hesitantly, your gaze flickers between the clearly entertained miruko and the highly embarrassed hawks— forcing you to take a deep breath before delivering your anticipated answer. “well—! he’s a great boss, i— i couldn’t ask for better, why wouldn’t i like a boss who gives me an hour and a half’s lunch break?” you sigh in relief at your answer, assuring yourself that it won’t have offended anyone but your heart rate is quick to spike when miruko squishes your cheeks and tilts your head to face your flustered boss.

“no sweetheart,” she corrects herself, pointing over at keigo who cowers into his wings. “i mean, do you like him as in... would you date him?”

you swear on all might’s life that you almost pass out from her words, mind swirling with a thousand thoughts. why would she ask that of you? sparing a glance at your boss once move, you realise what all of this is about. his hot blush, the way he avoids your stare, his flustered state to match your own. he likes you, just as you like him. rumi was only being a good wing woman, one that you were grateful for— as you’d never make a move on hawks on your own, no matter how many feelings you’d harboured for him in the time that you’d worked for him. You had been oblivious to his romantic gestures this whole time and now; the situation for you to confess had presented itself to you.

to hell with it.

“yes,” you breathe as best you can through squished cheeks, staring at keigo with eyes dreamy enough to make his heart soar. “why wouldn’t anyone? i-i mean, mr hawks is so sweet and kind to everyone he meets, fans or not! and…and he’s really pretty— i mean handsome… and his eyes—“ you cut yourself off upon realising the tangent you’ve gone on just to prove your attraction to your boss, looking away shyly and rumi let’s you go with a sweet chuckle.

but just as quickly as you look away, the softness of a little red feather tilts your focus back to him. “glad to know you think so yn,” he winks, making you giggle shyly. “i’ll pick you up tonight at seven for valentines, then.”

and who were you to say no to him.

[amesstm]

Prom???

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader

Word Count: 2K

Summary: After coming to Japan as a transfer student from America your senior year, you miss out on prom. The Nekoma volleyball team comes to cheer you up.

A/N: I come from America so this is based off of what I know about prom. I know that prom is usually an American and Canadian thing, but just imagine a big dance where people dress fancy but dance dirty on the floor lol 

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Prom was the crème de la crème of every American senior’s year. Unfortunately, being a transfer student in Japan meant that you had to travel to Japan in April to start the school year. Now, you were missing out on spending prom season with your friends.

A soft sigh unwillingly escaped your throat as you sat down on the bench in the gym. You pulled out your clipboard, ready to observe any improvements made from the boys today. Since you were spending a year in Japan, you decided that you could afford being a manager for Nekoma’s volleyball team. After some convincing from Kenma, your host family’s son, you agreed. Since you had some knowledge about volleyball from watching the Summer Olympics so much, it wasn’t too difficult fully understanding the tiny details of the game.

You were so engrossed in the multiple papers you had on each member that you didn’t realize that Kuroo, the captain, sat beside you.

“What’s wrong, Y/N-chan?” He asked, his minty breath wafting your face. You turned to look at him and was met with concerned eyes that dared you to lie to him. Kuroo always knew what was wrong. Not only was he good at reading the spikers’ movements, but he could also read you just as easily.  

“Let me show you,” you replied as you reached for your phone. You unlocked it and tapped on some photos your friends sent you. They had taken the time to send pictures of prom dresses they thought were cute. Your heart ached when you remembered that you wouldn’t receive a reply until they woke up.

“Ah, it’s... prom, right?” Kuroo said before turning it into a question. You couldn’t expect him to know when most Japanese schools don’t have formal dances.

You nodded with a small pout, “Yeah, prom is very huge in America. I didn’t always want to go but going with my friends seemed really fun.”

Kuroo hummed, probably not understanding the significance of a school dance. After all, the last time he went to one was probably a festival in middle school. But the way you were pouting tugged at Kuroo’s heart.

The captain promised himself he’d focus on getting into nationals and graduate. His dreams could afford no distractions – but why was he enjoying the feeling of being sidetracked? An idea lit itself in Kuroo’s head. He knew exactly what to do.

~

After returning to school on Monday, you witnessed Kuroo act even more weird than usual. You sat behind him in advanced English, waiting for class to start. Obviously, the class was really easy so you could afford not preparing for now.  

Then, you heard murmuring from Kuroo as he hovered over a piece of paper on his desk. Peering from the side, you grumbled that you couldn’t see what he was muttering. His broad shoulders were definitely useful on the court for blocking, but now they were blocking your view.

“Kuroo-san, what are you doing?”  

Your sudden voice must’ve surprised him, because he jumped in his desk and quickly hid the paper. The whites of his eyes were as clear as day and his mouth was still agape. Something clicked in your head.  

“Was that a...” You raised a finger and pulled out your phone to look up the right words. “Was that a dirty note?”

A rush of hyena laughter met your ears, causing everyone to look at you two. You looked up from your phone to see Kuroo hunched over from laughing so hard. You rolled your eyes as he forced himself to calm down, heaving all the while.

“Why? Are you curious, Y/N-chan?” He asked, with his eyebrows wiggling at you. He teased in a manner that could be interpreted in a manner that needed no translation. All you did was blink at him. He whined, “Don’t look at me like that. You look like Kenma when you do that.”

“Kenma taught me well,” you replied, sticking your tongue out. “So, what was that paper?”

“O-oh, I’m just preparing something,” Kuroo said, scratching the back of his neck. A soft pink tinged his cheeks and his eyes averted from yours.  

How suspicious, but cute.

You shrugged, he’d surely tell you what it was sooner or later. Besides, the arrival of the teacher meant you couldn’t pester Kuroo for an answer now.  

Soon, the school day ended with Kuroo still acting odd(er than usual). Kenma found you by your locker to begin your usual walk to the gym after school. Despite attending Nekoma for a month now, you still managed to lose yourself in the big halls. Hence, Kenma was your personal guide unless you two had different classes – aka you two never saw each other except for lunch.  

Once you were finished, Kenma and you walked towards the gym. “Are you excited for practice, Kenma?”

As usual, his short answer was: “No.”

You chuckled, “One day, there’ll be a reason you’re excited for volleyball.”

“Doubt it,” he murmured in return.

A comfortable silence settled between you two. Kenma tapped away on his game and you enjoyed the last bits of sakura season. Sure, the pollen gave you sinus headaches but the photo shoot you had when you first came here was worth it.  

A small trail of sakura flowers led to the entrance of the gym. You joked, “Someone must like sakura flowers.”

Kenma sneezed softly and muttered. “He’s lucky that I like him.”

You raised an eyebrow, about to ask what he meant, until Kenma opened the doors. Upon entering the gym, there was a center of sakura flowers accumulated in the middle. With a grin, Kuroo held up a sign that said: The only flower I want to take to prom is you. ♡

The bold, red letters in English were written with a shaky hand until touched up by someone more confident. Sakura flowers were carefully drawn and colored it, with patches of glitter thrown here and there.  

“Awh, is this for me, Kuroo?” You asked, a smile bursting onto your face. You raised your hands to your face, shielding yourself from the cameras that were pulled out to record.  

Kuroo nodded with a proud smile on his face. You approached him, unsure what to do. After all, this was the first time someone made such an effort into asking you out. “I don’t know if I did this right. I saw some videos of ‘promposals’ on YouTube, but I don’t-”

“This is perfect,” you said, quieting him by putting a finger to his lips. Then, the manager in you began to think logically about how this ‘prom’ would be pulled off. “W-wait, how are you going to do this dance?”

“Don’t worry, I got it covered,” Kuroo smiled confidently, raising a thumb at himself.

~

“Kenma, have you ever went shopping for anything but video games or food?” You asked, as you two drifted to a dress shop that Kenma’s mom had to recommend. Clearly, Kenma knew nothing about these types of shops until you asked him where they would be.  

“Only if Kuroo drags me along to get sports gear,” he said with a shrug. His eyes were glued to a game, but he was still able to reply to you as if he gave you his absolute attention. You could never understand how he has yet to walk into a pole, either.

You shrugged, “Makes sense.”

Upon entering the shop, you two were immediately met with rows on rows of dresses. Drawn by a magnetic pull, you flew towards a section containing your favorite color. Eyes glimmering with the giddiness of a kid in a candy shop, you placed your hand on the silky material.

The best part? It had pockets.

Grinning, you asked a worker if you could try it on. Kenma mindlessly followed you to wait outside the changing rooms. The straps were a bit difficult to sort through; otherwise, it fit like a glove. You stepped out of the fitting room, and called Kenma to attention.

After he paused his game, Kenma looked up. His usual cat eyes widened slightly. “You look pretty.”

You beamed, “Should I get it then?”

Kenma nodded rigorously. Underneath his breath, too low for you to hear, he murmured, “Kuroo will like it a lot.”

~

The volleyball team managed to secure the gym for the event and decorated it to the fullest. You don’t know how they did it in such little time. The lights were dimmed except for some lights that you recognized from Kenma’s set up in his room. Little things here and there were objects that you remember the boys talking about in previous conversations.  

Coach Nekomata smiled kindly as you entered. “You look beautiful, Y/N-san.”

“Thank you, coach,” you replied. “Thank you for doing this, too. I know it must’ve been a lot of work.”

“Oh, it wasn’t! Kuroo set it all up and I just watched,” the old man replied with a hearty laugh straight from his chest.  

You blushed. Kuroo kept his promise. He said he would make it happen and it did. Speaking of which, your date had come prepared from the coach’s room. A small box was in his hands.  

Unlike Kuroo’s usual, confident swagger, he seemed timid as he approached you. “I-I also saw that prom dates give this to each other.”

He opened the box, revealing a beautiful corsage that matched perfectly with your dress.  

“How did you know my dress would look like this? I wanted it to be a surprise.” You pouted.

Kuroo blinked, “Kenma sent me a photo.”

You also blinked. Then you looked to the traitor pudding-head beside the rooster. “KYANMA!”

Blood rushed to your cheeks and you hid behind your hands once more. You murmured, “Ah, I was in my natural state.”

“You’re breath-taking, don’t hide yourself from me,” Kuroo whispered into your ear, hints of a smile in his voice.

Now you were definitely red and about to burst. You laughed, “You’re just saying that.”

“I don’t give away compliments for no reason.” His genuine smile melted away the insecurities that bubbled to the surface. With your facial expression softening, he took the cue to lead you to the dance floor.  

The different colored lights cascaded to drape Kuroo in beautiful lighting. Red was truly his color, as his face was shaded with the hue. Something about the mood shifted as his hands made their way to your waist.  

Deciding to take the lead, Kuroo swung you two back and forth. The song was slow, so he adjusted as needed to match the beat. Should you have told them that American proms were basically fancy clubs with promiscuous music? Probably; although Coach Nekomata would definitely not approve.  

Oh well, I can grind on Kuroo later. Wait -  

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” Kuroo chuckled as he lifted your face to look up at him.

You pouted with a glare, “I-I wasn’t looking at you like that!”

“You wish you were,” Kuroo laughed as your eyes widened.

“Why are you like this?” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes.  

“But you like me, don’t you?” He smirked as his eyes danced with mischief.  

Okay Sky-Daddy, please kill me. As if Kuroo read your face, he hastily said, “Don’t worry, I like you, too.”

Your breath hitched, “But I’ll have to go back to America, Kuroo.”

“I know. Trust me, I know,” Kuroo sighed. “But in the little time that I’ve known you, I’ve already started to like you. Heck, it feels dangerous.”

“I don’t want to start something that might end on other sides of the globe,” you admitted.  

Kuroo’s eyes drooped, “I know.”

“But I want to try,” you reassured. How could you possibly express yourself in a different language right now? Then, you remembered the phrase. It couldn’t be directly translated to English, but the feeling was universal. “It’s like ‘koi no yokan’.”  

Kuroo grinned with a soft laugh, “Exactly. So, we’ll try dating?”

“Yes, Kuroo,” you affirmed with a smile gracing your features.  

“Call me Tetsu.”

[maemi324]

The Love of The Mob Boss

hello there friends! here I am part two of the Mafia story. Well it’s a prequel. I wouldn’t have thought to make one if it wasn’t for @dorki-c​ so thank you! Also! I have @combat-wombatus​ and @lucyheartfilias-wife​ for taking a look at this story and editing! You can read part one here: mafia

Warnings: Kidnapping, gun violence, minor character death? i think that’s all. if anyone see’s that there needs to be another warning, please let me know and I’ll add it to the tag list.

@butterscotchbaku​ and @in-this-house-we-stan-izuku​ I hope you like part two! Enjoy!

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Today was just like any other day. The 3pm sun was shimmering without a cloud to be seen in the sky. 

You eyed your nails, hardly paying attention to the rhythmic pounding of the dryer as you perched on the washing machine. You’d left your washing until the last minute, not having much of a will to do it earlier in the week. Thankfully, this was the last load. You smiled, faintly pleased; all before mom came home too. You glanced up from your nails to the open door that lead into the garage, summer air gently rustling your skirt.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway caught your attention, hopping off of the machine. 

It was a bit early for your mom to be home, but you didn’t think much of it. Maybe today was just well executed productivity for the both of you.

The dryer slowed to a stop, as you grabbed your basket to fill up, footsteps approaching from behind you.

“Hey mom! You’re home a bit early!” you called, fingers flying to your lips as some static from one of your socks zaps you rather harshly.

“Sorry to disappointed,” a deep voice called, “ But it’s not your mom”  “Oh, hey.”

A strange sort of disappointment flooded you; it was only your dad. He was hardly in the picture while you were growing up, though managed to stick around like some fungus even after the divorce. He usually only came over to beg your mother for some cash, just a little to get gas even, the rest was going towards rent. 

You never really stuck around long enough to see the result of whether mom did or didn’t give into him, finding more interesting topics in your books or literally anything else. 

You closed the dryer with a bump of your hip, adjusting the laundry pile so it was equally distributed within the basket.

“Don’t worry, I’m not here for the usual. Though I do need some help. Could you come shine a light? I think there’s something wrong with my car. I figured I’d stop here rather than on the road”

You sighed, but set down the basket, so much for getting all the folding done, “Yeah sure, I’ll be right there” You walk into the garage, spotting your father, dressed casually with his hands in his pockets. He had dark circles underneath his eyes and (H/C) stubble that seemed to be growing out.

He gives you an awkward smile that you pay no heed to, walking towards one of the shelves where you kept a few extra flashlights, just in case.

That was your mistake.

Calloused hands grab your arms, shifting to hold them with one hand as he drags you to the car.

“Wait- what the hell?! What are you doing- Let go of me!” Your heart was pounding in your chest, blood rushing through your ears, everything was far too loud and yet so muffled and clear. You struggled against him, kicking back against his shin, but it only gave him a better grasp on you as his left arm grabbed you around your waist, his right fiddling with some old rope he found on the ground. 

“Shh, stop fighting- Stop! This will all be so much easier if you just hold still!” he wasn’t making any sense, what would be so much easier?! You didn’t care, you didn’t want anything to do with him and whatever sick joke he was playing.

“Mom! Someone! Anyone! Help me!” you shouted in vain, the rough material of the rope burning as he pulled tight around your wrists, tossing you into the passenger side of the car, buckling you in.

“Dad, please, what are you doing?!” tears blurred your vision, fear clogging your judgement. You wriggled in your seat as he closed the car door. Getting in on his side, he buckled and backed out. 

That’s how you found yourself standing in front of a warehouse somewhere downtown a few hours later. The jab of a gun in your back reminds you to keep quiet, your fathers free hand opening the warehouse door just big enough to get you inside. 

It’s dark inside, except for the sunlight that enters through the various windows scattered about. Aside from a few various, but large, rows of crates, boxes and a stack of fold out chairs, the warehouse is empty.

A whine tears itself from your fear clogged throat, your palms becoming more clammy in the cool air. The five snaps of the fold out chairs being set up had you wincing at each sound. 

Your father gestures towards a chair with the gun, another involuntary whine escaping. You sit down in the one furthest from him, though with the gun in his hand it hardly matters. 

“Now you just take it easy,” he says, settling into one of the other chairs, “You’re gonna help your old man with something. Gonna be over before you know it alright? I promise. Just sit here and let Daddy do all the talking alright sweetie?”

Anger settled over you, arms tense as it flows through your veins; no it wasn’t alright at all! This was insane, something that would happen in a bad dream! This had to be a bad dream.

The waiver in his hand, the gun still aimed directly at you, had your dreams crushed as reality continued to play out. You could only watch him, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You can be as mad at me as ya like, I deserve it, and you can chew me out about it once it’s done. I promise” 

Another empty promise, just like all the promises to stop gambling, like all the times he promised to stop spending so much money on...whatever it was. All lies

The door to the entrance creaked loud enough to send ice down your veins, your heart beating in a tizzy as three forms entered the room. All three were dressed nicely, suits you come to notice, as they approach. Your father quickly put the gun down, putting it away and out of sight.

The first one had a dark blue tie, pristine and perfect, taking an easy seat in front of you and your father. He took out a cigar, holding it out for the other man- red tie- to light it for him. The last to take a seat was a man with a white tie, broad shoulders set in perfect posture.

Your father bowed his head, though you kept your eyes trained on blue tie.

Smoke spills from the man's lips as he pulls them into a slightly amused grin. “So (L/N), here we meet again. So nice to see you” his grin doesn’t meet his eyes, sarcasm laced in smoke. 

“A-and y-you as well, Sir” your father pathetically stammers out, raising his head again.

“Could I hope to think that you have what you owe?” he takes a deep drag, blowing the putrid smoke towards you. You scrunch up your nose in disgust. 

“N-no sir, h-however, I have a proposition for you, if you’ll please hear me out” he quickly gets up from his chair, the henchmen watching his move like hawks. He places an unwanted hand on your shoulder.

“I’m offering you my daughter, just until I can pay you back, which will be soon. You can do whatever you want, just upon my last payment, she comes back home with me, unharmed” His eyes were wide, smile stretched wide enough to hurt.

“What?!” You whirl around towards your father as best as you could, shock settling over your form. Whatever they wanted?! That wasn’t for him to offer!

Blue tied man stood up, walking over towards you. The hand on your shoulder slipped off, though its weight almost increased in its absence. A warm finger slipped it’s way under your chin, tilting your tear stained face up towards him.

His eyes were cold, though filled with a pleased tint that turned your stomach.

More tears leaked down your cheeks and he cooed, thumb swiping over it. As he pulled his hand away from you he licked his thumb.

“I think we can work with that”

Your tears fell faster now, as hiccups left you, how could this be happening. The hand returned to your shoulder, “Don’t worry sweetie, you’ll be just fine. It’ll all be just fine, thank you so much sir-” 

Bang!

The sound echoed throughout the room, sunset light blocked by three shadows. 

In walked in a young man not much older than yourself, bright green eyes, and matching hair, steeled with determination, gun in his hand. He was dressed in a black vest, green long sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows and dark pants. 

The second shadow belonged to a man with blonde hair and mean red eyes, a snarl on his lip as his gun aimed towards the red tied man.

The last belonged to a man with red and white hair, parted perfectly down the middle, the red side having a bright blue eye, the white having a brown one. His gun was aimed towards the white.

The blue tied man seemed surprised, blowing out another puff of smoke. He steps back from you, offering his most charming smile, “Ah, Deku and Friends. So sorry this warehouse is occupied. I’m afraid whatever business you have here is either not here, or should be dealt with elsewhere.  I’m afraid You’ve caught me right in the middle of business.”

What? That couldn’t be right...The Deku? Japan’s highest ranking mafia leader? Direct descendant of All Might?! What on Earth could he want? What sort of messed up deal did your father make?!

The other colored ties stood up from their positions, guns aimed at the newcomers. The green eyed one- Deku- stepped forward, gun held carefully in his hand.

“Actually, my business is with you, actually, with this lady here,” he stated, “She’ll be coming back with me to her mother.” His statement left no room for argument, no room for misinterpretation.

“Mom?” You turned towards them further, hope igniting in your chest for the first time in what felt like hours. He nods at you, a smile that reaches his eyes. 

“Just right outside,” he reassures. 

“With you?” Blue tie asks, eyes wide, “ What audacity you have Deku. Even amongst our kind, business doesn’t work this way-”

Bang!

With a shriek you turn your eyes away, scrunching them shut, the thud of the red tied man echoing over and over and over-

It all turns into gunshots, two more you recognize, but it feels as though they keep going, your eardrums ringing. There are hands suddenly at your shoulders, gentle and soft. You recognize them as others take off the rope at your wrists. 

You hesitantly open your eyes, immediately throwing yourself forward into your mothers arms. You sob, deep within your chest as she carefully wraps her arms around you, her whispers barely sounding through the groans of pain echoing throughout the room.

“It’s alright now, honey. It’s alright, I’m here now” She says, her own eyes watery. She pets your hair carefully, glancing up as a slightly scarred hand is placed gently on your mothers shoulder. 

Looking up, your eyes catch your hero, Deku.

“Dynamite, will you handle the rest of this? I’m going to escort Mrs.(L/N) and (Y/N) back,” He says, though whatever answer this Dynamite has is lost on you, your focus fading in and out. 

Deku beckoned the way forward with a gesture of his arm, a gentle insistence to get moving. You blinked and suddenly you were sitting in a car, buckled in next to your mother, your knuckles turning white with how hard you gripped. She made no expression of pain, only gripping your hand just as tight.

You blink again and you appear to be in a room, sitting on a soft, dull, mint green couch. The room itself is unimpressive, looking to be more like an office break room than anything, walls a soft cream color, the floors- although soft- an unimpressive soft blue. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a fridge and some counter space that had a rather large kettle and two boxes of various packets. 

Down on one knee is this Deku, eyes carefully scanning over you as his mouth moves, saying words that you’re slowly being able to process again.

“...Think she’s coming back, (Y/N)? (Y/N), can you hear me? You don’t have to say anything, just nod if you can hear me” his voice is so soft, though solid, not even a waiver to it. It’s so nice to listen to, you find yourself nodding. The smile that you are rewarded with fills your stomach with a comforting warmth.

He adjusts so he’s sitting on the coffee table, offering you a cup of what smells like warm tea.

“Careful, it’s a bit hot. Also a little on the sweet side, though sweet is good for shock, or so I hear,” he rambled, eyes widening as he nearly spilt the drink in his animated gestures. 

You outstretched your slightly shaking hands, only vaguely recognizing that there was a soft cream blanket draped over your shoulders. You carefully take the cup, Deku only letting go once he’s sure you had a good hold of it. A sip has warmth you didn’t know you were missing flood through your system, the sweet taste bringing back some awareness.

He lets you take a moment to sit back and process everything that just happened, he and your mother sipping on their own cups of tea. The shaking decreased as you sipped your tea, though you had an inkling it would be a while longer until it was completely gone. You could still feel yourself fading in and out of focus, though now, it was more like a daydream, rather than being in a completely different place at each second.

“You must have quite a few questions for me?”

“A few to say the least,” you tried a hand at humor, though it fell sort of flat, you appreciated his soft laugh. “Let’s start at the beginning, how did the two of you know where to find me?”

“I knew something had gone wrong the second i got home,” Your mother set down her now half empty cup of tea, “I found it odd that the garage door was open, clothes on the dryer, but not a single sign of you, even when I called. My worry only got worse as I found this,” she pulled a worn wallet out of her pocket, “It’s your fathers, the bastard must have dropped it. It’s a good thing he did though, it let me know he’d been there. It wasn’t much but it was something.”

You narrowed your eyes at the offending item, as if you could set it ablaze with sight alone. 

“And...where do you come in? The media might not know your face, but your title reaches far.” 

“I can answer that too; I actually used to be a part of this group, back in the day. Though that was when All Might was still running the show. Even though I retired from this life after having you, I remained in touch, checking in every now and again. I knew that Deku could help me find you, he has eyes across the entire city.”

This was so much to wrap your head around, first your father was in some dealings with this gang- the Ties you’d decided to call them- decided to try and use you to pay off the rest of his debt, but now your mom was once a part of the gang that rescued you? Was the room spinning or was it just you?

“Whoa there!” a steady hand went to your shoulder, the other gently wrapped around the hands that held your cup. Concerned green eyes meet yours. Gently, he raises your cup to your lips, your hands still firmly wrapped around the cup. "Here, maybe take another sip of this, slowly.” 

You follow his instruction, taking a deep breath, exhaling through your nose, you take a slow sip. You try and focus on the taste of the honey sweetening your tea. Instead of syrup of golden hue, your mind is trained into a lake of turquoise and teal, green bouncing off rays of light.

At your reassuring nod, he let go of your shoulder and hands. You bow your head forward, “In any event, thank you for coming to my rescue. I’m not sure how to repay you-” he holds up a hand, fear spiking your heart...oh no, was he going to do something similar like The Ties? Just up to his standards?

“No need to thank me, it wasn’t any trouble. However, we do need to talk about what happens from here. If this were any other gang, I’d say that we would escort you home and you could go on your merry way. But this isn’t just any other gang, they’re called The Royal Devils.” Huh, that was definitely a more intimidating name than The Ties for sure, “They have a way of doing business that we don’t exactly agree with here. They’re a mean bunch, and they won't like the fact that we’ve interrupted a deal, especially one to collect on a debt. Which means that they’ll be looking for not just my gang, but you too”

It was a bitter pill to swallow, a pill that rattled with dried fear and misplaced resentment. Your emotions felt like a toddler who had just had enough, the ones who screamed in the stores because everything was just too much. But you kept your cool as best as you could, screaming and crying wouldn’t help the situation. 

“So...What do we do then? It’s not like we can just crash somewhere else?” No hotel or motel could keep you safe enough, as well as both of the two being too expensive to stay extensively.

“Well, I have a few ideas, a few options if you will. You see, I’ve been working to take down The Royal Devils, and we’re really close to doing so with the intel we have. Now that we’ve caught their attention directly, it’ll be a bit harder, like i said, they’ll be coming for us.” As he spoke, Deku’s hand gestures became quicker, more animated, his gaze looking far away as he focused. 

“So the first option is to have the two of you go home..but have some of my gang keep watch over your every move, just in case the Devils decide to strike there. It would be more comfortable for you to be in a familiar place, however, It paints a bigger target and leaves some of my guys out of where I need them. I’m not just putting any old schmuck to guard you. Your second option is to stay here, at least until I run the Devils into their graves. You’d be safer here and the target remains relatively small, no one knows the location of this specific base. The choice is yours.”

You hadn’t considered the thought of staying, but if it really was the safest option- as much as you would have liked to go home…

You looked over to your mother, you could tell what her choice was.

“We’ll stay here then, just until this matter is solved.”

And so he set you and your mother up in some makeshift rooms provided by this tall young woman named Yaomomo- or that’s what Deku called her. You were given the option to have a shared room, but ultimately decided that having personal space would be good. The first night there however, your mother cuddled underneath her sheets, holding you so close you almost couldn’t breathe. You hardly minded, preferring the safety her hold brought to you.

In the days following you learned that your father had died, though at whose hands, you weren’t sure you wanted to know-wanted to care even. Half of you wanted to be sad, he was your father and apart from the kidnapping, he’d never hurt you, not even once. 

The other half of you found contentment in your rage being satisfied, justified. He’d taken you from your home and tried to use you for his own gain- he didn’t even talk to you about it! Not that you would have said yes in the first place.

You would have found a different way, maybe once your mother knew how desperate your father was, she would have helped him. That’s what you thought anyhow, a frown etched on your face as you stirred your tea.

The door behind you swings open, Deku entering into the room, despite his tall stature, he seemed hunched, his energy quiet. “I heard about what happened to your dad...How are you feeling?”

You’re surprised that he even cared to ask, and you told him as such, as well as your actual feelings. He was incredibly understanding. 

“It’s okay to feel what you're feeling, you’ve been through quite a bit. It’ll take a bit for your emotions to figure out how to settle.” You only hum in affirmation, licking the honey off your spoon. The rest of your chat was filled with mindless things, whatever you had watched on T.V. books you read; he actually gave you some of his favorites-which were wonderful to read.

Surprisingly over the next two months, your emotions seemed to settle on their own. Your mother didn’t have to cuddle you at night, your own fear of someone coming to take you dwindling by the day.

Or so you thought.

It was the start of the third month into your stay, rain pouring down and thunder rumbling through the sky. As comfortable as Deku tried to make you, it was starting to wear down on you. You couldn’t leave the base, not when they were so close to pinpointing the main base of the Devils operations, not while the closer Deku got the more frantic the Devils became. You groan in sheer boredom, the knots in your back protesting as you lean on your fists. 

But even in your boredom, your feelings had become more than just gratitude towards Deku. Aside from the gifts of books, he also spent time with you, underneath the professional exterior, Deku was honestly the sweetest goof you’d met. He often ran away with his thoughts, hands becoming so animated you often had to duck- but he was just so cute when he was excited-

Since when had you fallen so hard?

As if he had an alarm for your discomfort, there was Deku, walking into the break room, which was unofficially your space to meet and chat. As far as you knew, no one else besides the two of you ever came in. 

“Rough night?” He asked, you only laughed in response, followed by another groan. He closed the door behind him, sitting beside you. “Tell me what’s on your mind?”

“Oh,” you sigh, your shoulder touching his, “Just this entire situation. I mean, you haven’t done anything wrong, it’s just, for three months now I’ve only been here, at the base. And it’s starting to feel a little…”

“You’re starting to feel a little trapped?” 

“Yes,” you cover your face with your hands, “I just want to be able to go outside, to go out and hang out with my other friends, to see something besides these walls. I don’t want to appear ungrateful-”

“Oh hardly, It makes sense,” he places a hand in the middle of your back, rubbing firmly, but carefully, working the knots there, “I think I’d go a little stir crazy too. But I promise, we’ll be done soon. We’re in need of just one more piece of the puzzle, then we’ll be ready to go. You can talk to me about anything you know, even this. I wouldn’t be surprised if you resented me a bit for keeping you ‘locked up’ as it were.”

“Nah,” you say softly, glancing up at him, “Mom and I made our choice, we knew it’d take a while. We’re just dealing with it as we go.” He was such a pretty image, cool light coming in from the streetlamp illuminating his features in a soft glow. Your eyes lingered over his lips a bit longer than you mean to. “Thank you for the offer, I’ll keep that in mind”

You lean forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, lips barely brushing. His brows shot up, surprised. Just as you began to pull a bit back, he took a chance, his lips brushing over yours ever so softly. Your heart lit up in glee; you lean forward more, your kiss no longer so soft and light.

He groans, his right hand moving to cup your jaw, the other at the small of your back, pulling your chests together until they were flush. He somehow slips his tongue in, your answering moan being swallowed by him as your hands run through his hair. Your tongues danced together, as if mapping every crevice to commit the appendage to memory.

Reluctantly, he pulls away, his freckles drowned by the pink blush on his cheeks, lips slightly damp. He presses a kiss to your lips, to your cheek and jaw, moving down towards your neck, licking at a particular spot that had your breath hitched. He nibbled softly before outright biting the area, a move that had your stomach doing flips that left a syrupy warm trail and a giggle escaping your lips.

As his nibbles and suckles became more intense, your grip on his hair tightened, your whimpers music to his ears. With one last suck he pulled away completely, taking in your image. You were now laying down on the couch with him above you, hair all mussed up and lips flushed a pretty damp color. 

He went down for another kiss, letting his weight rest on you slightly. As heavy as he was, it felt comforting to you, you could feel the beginnings of something stirring below. 

A knock at the door had jumped you out of your mood, like jumping into a pool of ice water. 

“Deku? We have some more info to relay to you”

You didn’t care to identify the voice, your disappointment evident on your face. He pressed a sweeter kiss to your lips before slowly backing off of you. 

“I’m sorry, I...I should probably-” 

You couldn’t be upset with him, not really. Not when he seemed just as disappointed as you. “No, it’s alright, it could be really important. We’ll talk later, yeah?” “Yeah, Definitely.” 

He stood up, giving you one more soft look, before exiting the room, closing the door behind him.

As much as the two of you had intended to talk the next day, it turned out that bit of information was incredibly important. For the next few days, the base had been buzzing like a bee hive, everyone working together to create the perfect plan of infiltration. 

You were so...You had thought that You’d be happy for the news, but now you were mixed. If Deku succeeded, then you had no more reason to stay, you were free to go home, to go out with friends. But it also meant that you wouldn’t be seeing Deku again. At that realization, your heart had grown heavy like stone and sunk to your stomach. 

Instead of waiting until after the take down, you asked to meet with him before he left, in the same spot you had been meeting.

You’d made two cups of tea, his just how he liked it. You nervously held onto the cup, staring into the liquid as if it had all the answers.

Not a moment later and in walked Deku, the door closing behind him. He seemed wired, energy radiating off of him as if it had nowhere else to go. But still, he kept quiet as he sat down next to you.

It was awkward, actually the first time you’d ever felt awkward around him. What were you supposed to say? ‘Hey, please don’t go after those people so we can be together, if we’re gonna be together at all?’

“Y-you know, I thought you’d be a bit more excited for today.” He broke the ice, melting it with a sip of his hot tea. 

“I did too... but then...I won’t beat around the bush, I like you, quite a bit Deku, and I really liked that we kissed. I’d like to do it again. But...when you win, we won't be able to see each other again. I really want to see you again.” Your neutral expression turned into a frown. 

Deku was quiet for only a few moments, you let the silence lay still- let him process what you’d just said. 

“I really want to see you again, too. To properly ask you out. We don’t have to stop seeing one another just because you’re leaving the base. It just means that...there will be some conditions, to keep you safe. Like being escorted home by either me or another trusted member, at least when it comes to coming to see me.”

“I can live with that,” you swear, taking his hand in yours, “ anything to see you again Deku”

He cups your jaw, bringing your foreheads to touch, “ You are just so sweet, Doll. There’s just one more thing”

“What is it?” “When we’re alone, call me Izuku. It’s only fair you know my real name.”

“Izuku,” you taste the name on your tongue, the smooth way it leaves your lips brings a satisfied smile to your face, “I like it” “And I like hearing you say it” he presses a quick kiss to your lips, “ I’ll be back soon, don’t you worry” 

It takes almost all day, but Deku wins, the last member of The Royal Devils was killed at midnight on the dot. All of their territory was now for Deku to fill. He comes home to you bloodied and bruised but alive.

After a few months, the two of you were going quite steady, having weekly date nights, going out on the town and having the time of your lives. But it wasn’t enough, you missed being able to see him as soon as you woke up.

Your mother thought you were moving a bit fast, but you couldn’t help it. You loved him, and he loved you just as much. You’d decided to move in with him.

So far you were going on two years strong, as you found yourself sat on his lap, your temple pressed against his neck as you listened to his voice rumble on towards the other members. You were hardly paying attention, far too busy reminiscing about how you ended up here.

[artxyra]

Her Little Robins | Tim’s Addition

“Hey, what’s a little kid doing outside on this cold winter night?” Little Timothy Drake turns around face red. He tries to hide the pair of binoculars behind his back. There standing before him is one of Gotham’s vigilantes—Kismet in her dark red halter bodysuit with black heeled combat boots and matching jacket. Her red and black mask covering her eyes that was clearly amused to see the young boy watching for the heroes.

“I, um… cookie?” Tim digs into his backpack and pulls it a single Oreo. Kismet giggles and takes the sweet treat away from the boy.

“But seriously kid, what are you doing out here all alone, in the middle of the night no less?” Kismet asks once again; however, this time she takes a seat next to the boy who was now pouting for being caught in such a situation.

“Robin and Batman are my favorite heroes,” He beams, “The way that they work as a team and beat the bad guy. I have every villain card that can be found in Gotham…and I just really want to meet them up close.” Tim’s enthusiasm fades away as he continues to talk about the vigilantes. Kismet hums in responses never once interrupting the boy.

“That was a nice explanation…” Kismet says but her voice fades leaving the blank to be filled.

Tim notices her trailing off and pipes up, “I’m Timothy, but everyone calls me Tim.” He smiles at the hero to which she rubs his head much to his liking. “Hey,” He whines squirming away from her.

“It’s nice to meet you Tim but isn’t it past your bedtime.” Kismet wonders tapping her chin with a thoughtful look on her face.

Tim becomes deflated. “They won’t notice that I’m gone.” He murmurs turning his attention to the bag that lays deflated on the ground. Kismet presses her lips together and places a hand on Tim’s shoulder.

“I’m sure they did, do you wanna talk about or do you want me to take you home?” She asks the second Tim turns to her with watering eyes.

“Don’t you have patrol?” There is hope in his voice.

“This is Batman’s city, I’m just visiting, so technically I don’t have to worry about patrol right now.” She answers finally sitting down next to the young boy. Tim not knowing any better rest his head on her arm. Kismet tense but one look at how comfortable the kid was against her made her relax. “Tu es trop précieux pour ce monde, Tim.” Tim was too precious for the world that is within Gotham.

“What did you say?” He asks softly.

“How about I tell you stories of my adventures until you feel comfortable to go home?” Kismet offers, deflecting Tim’s questions. There will come a day when Tim will learn French that day is not today. Tim nods excitedly and looked up to her with a question in mind. She nods giving him the approval he needed to climb into her lap. Kismet begins to tell him her first mission being Kismet. Starting the blossoming mother-son relationship that Tim desperately needed.

~*~

Tim was having a rough day. This morning his assistant insistent that the Co-CEO of WE should not be drinking coffee after a certain time, which just so happened to be right before noon. They should be lucky that Tim didn’t fire them right then and there. He needs coffee to survive a single workday at WE and that was just his morning drinks. Then during a meeting, there were missing reports upon missing paperwork that still needed to be signed and approved for projects that were ready for the next step. He just wants to take a break and enjoy the remains of his day.

“You know, you shouldn’t work on an empty stomach, my petit oiseau de café.” The one person that could make his whole day bright joke from behind. Marinette was wearing her usual business casual getup which consists of a pale pink blouse with her signature apple blossom emblem on the breast pocket and a grey (sometimes black) knee-length pencil skirt. Her arms were crossed over her chest, but he knows she isn’t upset because of the playful look in her eyes.

“Coffee?” He queries with underlying hope.

“Coffee.” She replies with a chuckle. “But I’m driving.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Tim says as she jingles the keys in front of him.

The two share a smile as Marinette walks closer to him and grabs his wrist.

Tim misses this feeling. Here he was sitting at the Cozy Miracles Café, a café that is specifically for him and his mother figure to hang out without any disturbance, drinking coffee, and talking. They spoke about the company and how its success is growing before switching the subject every now and then. Tim had asked her about any latest trips that she had gone on since her last visit. Apparently, she’s been to Brazil, Taiwan, England, and Japan a couple of times. Each visit was for a different reason. However, after a while, their conversation turns into long periods of silence and more looking at one another with worry.

“Timmy, what’s wrong?” This question takes Tim by surprise. He was hoping that she wouldn’t catch his depressed state. In fact, he wasn’t sure he wanted to even answer that question as he knows she’ll go all mother bird on him. Which is ten times worse compared to Dick’s.

“It’s nothing, ‘spresso.” He sighs but he should know better than to say something like that.

“Tim, you’re barely an adult, and yet here you are running a multi-billion company. I may oversee retail and own twenty-five percent of the company, but I can tell when you have a lot on your shoulders. Does this have anything to do with your brothers? Bruce? You being RR?” She wasn’t wrong with either of those options.

Tim stays silent, which did nothing but cause her to pout. Instead of opening her mouth, Marinette gets up and orders another round of coffee. Nothing fancy, just something to sip on. She returns and slides back into her seat with fresh cups of drinks.

“Alright, oiseau de café, I’m here to listen. I promise I won’t tell Bruce, nor Alfred. Psychologist honor.” She says holding her hand up giving him her word.

Tim takes a big breath, pulls the fresh cup of coffee closer to him, and opens his mouth. The words came out like a flood. All his anxieties and fears aired out like they are usually are when speaking to Marinette. By the time he was done, he was close to a breakdown. Marinette had gotten up and wrapped her arms around him.

“Tu es digne, Tim, et personne ne peut te l’enlever.” He is worthy of everything he has been through, and she was right no one could take that away from him. For years he felt unworthy of being a part of the Wayne family like he was only here because Jason had died. He remembers Bruce being reluctant about taking in another Robin. If it wasn’t for Mari, he probably still be trying to prove his existence to Bruce. No matter how many years and discussions have passed, he still feels like an outsider. Marinette never treated him like such.

“Thank you, Mari.” He whispers to her to which she smiles and places a kiss on his forehead.

“Ahem,” The two coffee addicts break apart to be greeted Damian, someone that probably should have been at school. “I am in need of tatie’s assistance.” He states keeping his head held high. Marinette looks back at Tim silently communicating to see if it was okay for her to leave. Tim shrugs and drinks his coffee like he hasn’t just cried his heart out just moments ago.

“Of course, Dami, do you wanna speak in my car or go for a walk.” She asks after sending Tim a bright smile.

“Walk, please.” Marinette nods and gets out of her seat and usher Damian out of the café.

Tim pulls out his phone and sends a text message to the group chat he has with his older brothers. The message was simple, and it was, “Demon just invaded my one-on-one time with ☕” The replies he received were hilarious and worrisome.

It turned out that Damian didn’t need Marinette for anything, he just wanted her away from Drake. This caused Marinette to take Damian out for ice cream before allowing him to return with her to WE for the rest of her workday. Bruce was not happy with Damian, who actually skipped school in favor of spending time with his tatie.

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[sunsetika]

brainfart 1 - oisuga

oikawa meets suga after he comes home from japan. despite the uncertainty of their relationship, they could not help but fall deeper and deeper into each other.

I’m not sure if I’m ready to commit to a multi-chaptered fic just yet. The last time I wrote one was 2011 LMAO.

Hence, I’ll just type out an outline I’ve been wanting to work on for a while, now. Will I get to it? Maybe, maybe not. But dang, I want this to come to life so bad.

I kind of have the start down, but the in-betweens: not so much.

Sooooo if ya wanna see the outline, read away!

Setting: Winter 2022 (starts December), Tokyo + Miyagi

Oikawa: 28, still part of the Argentinian National Team

Sugawara: 28, teaches elementary students at a school in Sendai

[1]

Nearing Christmas, Oikawa was sent on a forced break after injuring his knee in a game. 

While his knee managed to heal, he overworked himself to the bone-his knee injury being the breaking point, Coach Blanco insisted that he needed this in order to come back a stronger player.

Oikawa decided to fly home to Japan. He decided to stay in a hotel in Tokyo for a brief period, enjoying the city’s bustling yuletide season.

One Friday night, while walking down the streets, he bumps into Sugawara. Suga mentions that he was just about to buy a drink and invites Oikawa.

They catch up, flirt, drink glasses of beer as the night draws to a close.

They touch upon Daichi getting married soon, and Iwaizumi settling down with a girlfriend, and kind of relish in heartbreak.

Suga mentions he was in Tokyo since he headed straight here as soon as he was able to leave the school, since he was incredibly stressed.

Oikawa takes Suga back to his hotel and they spend the night there (yes, they do).

Suga rises up early to head back to Sendai, since he has to grade some papers back in the school, despite it being a Saturday.

When it was sundown, Suga was surprised to see Oikawa waiting for him by the school gate. He pulls Suga and manages to drag him into Seijoh, sneaking in. Oikawa admits the small crush he had on Suga, while Suga returns the confession.

[2]

Here’s the muddy in-between lol

Suga & Oikawa meet up time to time, whether it was for a date or for a hookup. They never put a label.

Though they don’t live together, Oikawa stays at Suga’s apartment for long periods of time.

Oikawa helps coach Lil Tykes Volleyball Classroom again.

Suga receives an invitation to Daichi and Michimiya’s wedding, sending him to tears once more. Thankfully, Oikawa is there to help him through. Oikawa says ‘I love you,’ but Sugawara doesn’t say it back.

They grow more and more attached to each other, scaring Suga - he can’t go back to Argentina with Tooru (yes, first name basis now!!), and he doesn’t want to make him stay in Japan for him.

Oikawa knows this is a dead end, since he can’t make Koushi (!!!!!) stop teaching, since it’s his passion.

Long distance relationship is out of the question, since they’re not even in a relationship in the first place!!

One morning: “I want to be selfish, Tooru. I want to want you to stay.” Suga cries. “But I can’t bring myself to. Ever.”

Daichi sends the invitation to the wedding. Suga informs him to reserve a seat for 1.

Suga arrives alone at the wedding. He was happy for Daichi, but he was torn: he misses Oikawa, but is also glad that he decided not to bring him along, since bringing a plus 1 to a wedding means serious things.

To his surprise, Oikawa shows up (he contacted Daichi secretly). Suga is happy, and they dance together.

They continue to go out, being more and more attached to each other as the months pass by, but they don’t put a label on anything.

Oikawa and Suga finally tries to define “the relationship” - there is none. There doesn’t have to be any, since they know it won’t work out. Oikawa gets ready to go back to playing volleyball. They promise not to wait for each other, to move on. They’ll try to keep in touch.

The two agree to not see each other off when Oikawa leaves. They say their final goodbyes at Koushi’s doorstep.

Oikawa takes one last look before entering the departure area, hoping to find Suga, feeling a pain in his chest when he doesn’t.

Oikawa enters the departure area, just as Suga arrives outside, panting, but Oikawa was no where to be seen. He was too late.

[3]

Lots of time skips.

Suga and Oikawa try to keep in touch with their social media, but this dwindles as their schedules get busier.

Oikawa never settles down, but continues to hook up with different people. While he wasn’t trying to fill a void and simply enjoys the company, he keeps going back to Suga, wanting to see him, to feel him once again, and again, and again.

Though they don’t talk anymore, Oikawa constantly checks Suga’s Facebook, even liking some photos as he passes by them.

Suga tries to settle down. He eventually finds himself a girlfriend, whom he loves very much. They decided to marry, and they do. He looks at their wedding photo on his social media, staring long and hard at the notification: Liked By Tooru Oikawa

After three years of marriage, Suga’s wife files a divorce. Although Suga tried to fight for their marriage, his wife points out that she knows: she knows there’s someone else in his heart. She knows he’s never gotten over him. She knows. 

“And it’s okay.” She says. “I know you still love him.”

Suga’s (now ex-) wife tells him she understands admits that she still loves her best friend and wants to be with her.

His wife argues that they only married for the sake of tradition which hurts Suga, since he does still love his wife, but comes to terms with what was really missing - Oikawa. He eventually signs the papers, and divorce peacefully.

“I hope you’ll be happy someday, Koushi.” She says before bidding goodbye. “With Tooru.”

Oikawa notices the lack of updates from Suga - he probably lives a quiet life, now. Is his wife beautiful? I hope she’s kind to him. I wonder if they have kids. They’ll probably be as beautiful as Koushi.

It’s what he deserves.

[4]

Year 2037. Coach Jose Blanco passes away, and Oikawa is devastated and, for the first time in a while, unsure.Maybe he should coach. Maybe he should stop playing volleyball and live a normal life. Then, he decides that he needs another reset. Boarding the plane, he posts a photo on his social media: Going back home.

Suga's in the break room when he sees Oikawa’s post. He’s teaching high school now, and is the adviser and co-coach for the school’s volleyball club. He quickly scrambles, asking one of the teachers to substitute for him - it’s an emergency, he says. He hops onto a cab and heads to Sendai Airport, heart racing. I don’t even know what his exact arrival time is. What if it’s not in Sendai Airport? What if he comes home with a family? Would he even be glad to see me?

He gets off the cab and nervously waits on a bench across the entrance. Suga keeps checking Oikawa’s social media for updates, but there was none. Why can’t I message him?

Hours pass by and it’s already 10 in the evening when the next flock of people come out. Suga keeps his eyes peeled, and then - there he is.

Oikawa comes into the clearing, looking around. There’s no one with him, but Suga’s heart drops. He runs to Oikawa, tears threatening to spill.

“Koushi? What -”

Without shame, a crying Suga kisses Oikawa. After recovering from his shock, he returns the kiss, a sigh of relief leaving Suga’s lips.

After the kiss, they stand in each others arms, panting.

O: “What are you doing here?”  S: “Waiting for you you idiot - wait, you’re not married, are you? Oh my god, what have I done -” O: “I’m not, but you... You’re married, right?” S: [smiles and shows his bare left hand] “I’m not.”

Oikawa laughs, feeling all his emotions bubble out all at once. He spends the night at Suga’s once more, relishing in his lover’s arms, happy.

O: “I still don’t know what’ll happen from now on.” S: “We’ll make it work.” O: “I don’t know if I’m staying in Japan.” S: “We’ll make it work.” O: “Are you sure? I can’t take you away from what you love, Koushi. What if I decide to go back to Argentina -” S: “We’ll make it work.”

Suga holds Oikawa in a loving embrace, and Oikawa sighs at the warmth. Suga looks him in the eyes with reassurance and determination. “Besides...”

“It’s you, Tooru...” Suga plants a kiss on Oikawa’s forehead. “You’re the one I love.”

x

Sorry it’s so long & wordy HAHA.

Will edit this from time to time I guess??????????????? Or take this down when I decide to actually write a full fic??????????????????

[originofjaehyun]

Interlude: No More Drama | Part 10 | White Night

Interlude: No More Drama Masterlist

Word count: 4,689

Warnings: Angst

Part 10 | White Night

“Dream of you all night long.”

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You say that I'm selfish,

Get it all off your chest

If we're being honest,

Without you I'm a mess, oh

Cause when I'm at my lowest, oh I run too

Don't matter the problem it's always you

Give me no reason to question you

Give me no reason to question you

“Who’s that?”

He broke the song on the stereo, no longer able to contain his curiosity. 

“Someone, Yuta.” You brushed him off, not in the mood for feeding his interest.

“I bet he’s not just someone.” He said, sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes, “When is your birthday?”

“Hm?” He only took a quick glance at you, since he was focusing on the steering wheel. “October 26th. What about it?”

“Ah, a scorpio.”

“Is there anything wrong with me being a scorpio?”

“No, but you’re fearlessly curious. Sounds very scorpio to me.”

Yuta lets out a chuckle, “OK, you seem to know a lot about scorpios. Your boyfriend is a scorpio?”

“Aquarius.”

“So he is your boyfriend?”

You couldn’t believe how you just automatically answered him.

“He’s not. I mean, he was, but not anymore.”

He reached the traffic light, finally looking at your direction, “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to touch the sensitive subject.”

“Well you keep asking about him, no wonder I let it slip, jerk.”

He laughs again, so free and pure. His smile is brilliant, completely washed away the cold demeanor that he has. 

“You’re funny, [Y/N].”

His compliment makes you scoffed dryly.

“Want to go out with me?”

Whether his words are true or not, it definitely succeeded in shocking you.

“Excuse me?” You asked him to repeat his question, making sure you didn’t hear him wrongly.

“Go out with me, [Y/N].” He said as he changed the gear, being so casual about it.

“Other than the fact I know that you’re Doyoung’s partner –not sure whether you guys are considered friends or not, and the fact that you are a Japanese, we literally only met once over a brunch and this is our first time going out together.”

“We can find out about each other later. If you want me to re-introduce myself, hi, I’m Nakamoto Yuta. You just found out that I’m a scorpio and you better remember my birthday. Osaka’s pride. Takoyaki’s my favorite food, what else…”

You laugh at how absurd he lets the conversation flow, “You don’t need to shove that much information at once, you know.”

Yuta beaming at the sound of your laughter, “Laughing suits you better. So, can I take it as you agree on slowly knowing each other better?”

At the rebound of the topic, you entwined your fingers together, “Why are you so eager about this? I bet you don’t even like me.”

“Says who? You’re pretty attractive to me.”

Your cheeks rose red at his directness. Fortunately Yuta’s eyes were fixed on the road, else he would tease you about it.

“Yuta, I’m flattered you think of me that highly, but I just broke up with him like a week ago. I don’t think I’m ready for another relationship.”

You were hoping you didn’t make the atmosphere awkward. It didn’t, as Yuta’s smile is still apparent on his face.

“We don’t have to officially date, you know? I’d like to get to know you personally, you seem like a great girl. You have a charming personality.”

You stayed quiet. It’s not like you don’t like Yuta. As the reality of the matter, you share the same feelings towards him. His directness is like a fresh air, filling your lungs and clearing your mind. However it’s quick to judge whether you’re ready to jump to another relationship.

“Just be with me,” He continues, holding your hand now, and thankfully Doyoung’s car is a matic car, if not you’d be screaming at the way he recklessly drives, sort of. “We’ll figure out the details later.”

Before you know it, you’ve reached Doyoung’s apartment parking lot. He parked the car, yet Yuta leaves the engine going because he’s still waiting for your answer.

“Yuta, really, I’m delighted that you see me… that way. But I don’t think I’m ready.”

The answer is already set way before Yuta gave you any time to think. In all honesty, after his sudden confession, all you can think about is the face of your previous lover. You could imagine Jaehyun’s face if he figured this out. How his heart would shatter when he knows you moved on so quickly from him. How awful it would be for him after he declared his profound love towards you.

Yuta sighs in disappointment, conscious of the catastrophe which you have brought upon him. He thought he would have a glimmer of chance. After all, he might not be Jeong Jaehyun, but Yuta is not losing in terms of look. His features are so easy on the eyes, more so when his radiant smile decorates his expressions.

“But,” You resume, seeing him frowning. “Let’s be friends. I know this is me stereotyping you and please don’t be offended, but I'm a fan of Ghibli and maybe we can start there?”

In a blink of an eye, you can hear the sound of his laughter, “No offense taken.”

–

The cloudy sky greets you once you open your eyes.

Yesterday was probably the busiest you've ever been. After three months since the unfortunate event, your project with NCT Corp. almost comes to an end. All it has left is the launching event that will only happen on the following week. You returned home very late last night and only up when the clock almost hit noon.

Even though you’ve been going back and forth to their office, you consistently avoiding Jaehyun with all your might. He sends you texts, only for you to leave them on read. His display picture would appear first whenever you upload something on your socials, and you tried your best not to do the same.

You’ve lost in touch with Jaehyun.

The situation is in contrast with Yuta. You’ve been talking to Yuta a lot, to discover that he does read manga, but wasn’t a fan like you. He turned out to be as sweet as what you expected, because he would actually watch anime with you. What makes it even more charming of him is that he even bothers to tell you the Japanese trivias along the way.

It’s funny. Yuta has been very gentle to you, yet you still need time to recover from your old flame.

Despite his strong appearance, you thought he would lose his patience but he doesn’t. Yuta never forced you to like him back, or asked you the ‘hey-are-you-ready-to-date’ question again. And you’re grateful for that.

Maybe time is all you need to heal. Maybe you’re like one of the arrow in a clock, and you’re slowly ticking your way to meet Yuta’s.

It was not your usual Saturday afternoon. By now, Yuta would relaxedly lounging at your couch, crossing his arm over your shoulder while you lean your head to his shoulder. He would probably browse any available movie to watch, before it bugs you and you would end up deciding the final verdict.

Other Saturdays Doyoung would come and pay his visit. He checks on you regularly after what happened. He may seem indifferent, but that is just Doyoung’s way to show his affection. After you moved back to your place, he would come to pick you up, just to make sure you’re in one piece.

On this irregular Saturday, both of them are in Osaka. They were a business partner before they became friends (partially because Yuta’s glued to you, inevitably making their interaction go beyond partnership). Today is the day where they have to make a business trip to Japan, leaving you all alone this weekend.

You stared blankly at the window, still nuzzling yourself to the cozy duvet. It’s been awhile since you’re completely by yourself, and it’s probably the therapy you need.

It would probably be best if you don’t waste anymore time, so you force your step to the bathroom for a quick shower. Prep yourself afterwards before marching outside.

As odd as it might seem, you actually savor the cloudy weather. You take it as a constant reminder that life is not all sunshine and everything nice. You love the trickling sound of the raindrops. And the best part is when the rain finally over, you get to see rays of sunshine peeks through, as if the weather tells you that even at the darkest hours, there would always be light. That there would always be hope.

Whenever it almost rains, you would often make your way to the small coffee shop near your place. You reach the front door, where the word Interlude is written on the store’s sign. Though small, they feel like home. The store is unlike other popular cafes, in fact their customers are probably only the loyal ones. However it only means that you could spend your time looking at the window while admiring the rain passes without having people talking in the background.

It’s been awhile since you last visited. You don’t even share this place to your best friends. It’s a silly rule you apply to yourself, keeping this place as your personal oasis. It’s thrilling, and you feel secured to have a safe place where you can run to which nobody knows its whereabouts. 

So it’s shocking to see Jaehyun sitting down at your usual spot, turning his head to your direction after hearing the bells at the door rang at your presence. Making eye contact with you.

“[Y/N]...”

Desperation filled his voice. His cheekbones look more apparent now, and you’re guessing due to him neglecting his diet. But you’re glad at least his eyes weren’t as hollow as the last time you’ve met him.

“Jaehyun… What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been coming here every week.” He said while scratching his head.

You furrow your brows, “Every week?”

“I… remember when you said you have this one coffee shop that you always visit whenever it's about to rain.”

You tilted your head, thoughts wandering through your memory.

“It was when I stayed over at your place. It was raining cats and dogs, so we cancelled our plan to try the new bubble tea place. We spent our days at your bed, with your laptop and you were playing The Notebook.”

And that was a long time ago.

“You told me that the view from the furthest window at this place is the prettiest when it rains. You said the rain would gently hit the rocks, making the most soothing sound. I could remember your eyes were practically shining when you told me that it is very satisfying to see the shadows that the sun made, saying that it looks like a painting.”

How you wished your feelings are numb, because all you can feel right now is the heartache that creeps and consumes your heart whole.

“I asked you to bring me here, but you told me since it was already raining, I wouldn’t get to enjoy the whole experience. You promised that you would bring me here next time.”

He grazed his gaze to you, “I guess… You kinda did now?”

You bit your lower lip, feeling extremely guilty, “So you’re telling me... you’ve been coming here every single week?”

He nods at your repeated question.

“But… it’s been a while since I last visited…”

“I know. This is my new Saturday ritual, I guess. Whether it’s sunny or rainy outside, I would still come, in hope that you’d appear from that door.”

He lets out a soft sigh, “To be honest, I’m not fond of this weather. It gets dark silently as it seems about to rain. Still, you like this deafening weather. After coming here for weeks, I encounter days where it actually rains. That is when I grew to like rainy days. It looks beautiful from here, like what you said.”

You could only taste the bitter sorrow at the tip of your tongue. The sadness travelled through the stifling air. Memories start to flood in your head. The days you’ve spent with him. His gentle touch. His smile that is always followed by his pair of dimples. But it was probably his voice that you miss the most. The richness of his low rumble that always wraps you warmly. The gentle voice that feels like a melody to you.

The thoughts make you want to return to his arms. How you wish you could brush the disheveled bangs that covers his eyes, so you can have a clearer view of it. How you long to caress his face, intoxicated from his signature musky scent that is mixed with nicotine that is now that he’s only a few inches apart from you.

Yuta.

The thought of the Japanese man refrains you from doing so.

“How are you?” He asks, breaking the silence.

“I-I” You stutter, don’t know how to react, head hung low. “I’m doing fine, I guess.”

You return your gaze to him, “What about you, Jaehyun?”

He lets out a smile that is dyed with woe, “I’m coping, [Y/N].”

Jaehyun can’t seem to divert his gaze other than to your eyes.

“God, how I longed for you to call my name again,” He said, squeezing his own palm that he tugs inside his jacket’s pocket.

“So,” He sidetracked, as if he didn't want to make the situation even more awkward than what it already was. “I heard you are almost done with the project. Johnny said we wouldn’t be able to pull through if it wasn’t for your directions.”

You beamed at the sudden praise, “He’s just being polite, Jae. Johnny is more than capable of doing it himself, to be honest. He’s a man with many talents.”

“I agree,” Jaehyun muffled, “Still, do give yourself credit. I know how you always work hard and how dedicated you are.”

The quietness speaks louder than both of you.

“Can I hug you?”

He spread his arms, not widely but enough for you to be in his embrace.

Of course, you were not expecting it.

If only I have the rights to permit you, Jaehyun.

“You know we can’t Jaehyun.”

“Is it that guy?”

You give him a look that asks him to further elaborate his statement.

“The one that picks you up that day?”

“Are you talking about Yuta?”

He flinched at the mention of another man’s name. The gleam in his eyes starts to fade.

“That was him?”

“Yeah, if you could recall, he is Doyoung’s partner from Osaka.”

“You’re seeing him now?”

Hurry can be heard from his tone, as he demands for an answer.

“We’ve been talking a lot.”

“Has he been treating you well?” Jaehyun felt your answer was ambiguous, not confirming anything.

You took a pause before you replied, mustering all of your strength to do so. Hoping that he could swallow your answer, “He’s wonderful, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun looks down, fussing on his shoes.

He never felt this dejected.

“Strange, isn’t it?” Jaehyun looks at you, “To wake up and your eyes just naturally search for someone that’s not there.”

“Jaehyun…” You pleaded for him not to continue, as you have the hunch that his next sentences will tear you apart.

“I wake up, only to do the necessities for the sake of survival. Better eating, nice sleeping, don’t know what it is.” He shrugs his shoulders, “Instead, I wish I could live on my dreams.”

“My dream is still you. You left traces of you, entangled me. But all I want is to stay.”

A part of you wished you didn’t reject his invitation to hug him. It destroys you when Jaehyun was being so vocal about his heartbreak, and all you did was to run away from him.

“Forget it,” Knowing you’re struggling to get a word out, he did the call. “I guess I’ll go now.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, it’s about to rain and I finally get to meet you. I don’t want to interrupt your quality time with the rain.” He peeks at the window, confirming that it’s about to drizzle anytime soon. “Don’t look at me like that [Y/N]. It makes it even harder for me to leave.”

“Jaehyun, I-”

“No, I understand [Y/N].” He stopped you from continuing your sentence. “I’ll leave now. I’ll see you at the launching event.”

You saw him disappear through the front door.

He left, yet he still lingers.

–

“You sure it’s OK?” Yuta asked in the front corridor, fixing his suit in front of the mirror.

“What do you mean?” You shouted from your room, making final touches with your lipgloss.

“Well, this is a company event and not just some random party. And he would be there too, ri…”

Your sudden appearance hushed him. Your dress for the night was a maroon halter maxi dress. It was a simple silk dress, but the backless design and the fitted waist feature definitely add more flare to it.

“You look beautiful.” Yuta fixed his gaze on you, not looking away even for a second. “They say the dress made the woman. I say the woman makes the dress.”

His admiration flushed your cheeks, now noticeably pink. “And you look dashing, Yuta.”

He finally looks away, reacting awkwardly over your compliment.

“To answer your question,” You tug the wild strand of hair that decided to rebel itself from the rest of Yuta’s hair. “Yes, even I would love for your company. Johnny already confirmed to me that it’s OK for me to bring a plus one.”

He leans forward, kissing your lips softly, “Who would’ve thought that I would eventually be your plus one.”

You smacked him playfully, “Now, I never know you’d like my lipgloss that much you’d steal it. Should I tell you which brand it is?” 

–

“Ms. [Y/L/N]! Glad you made it in time!” Donghyuck greets you, joyful that he finally has a company.

“Donghyuck! You’re here.”

You held Yuta’s hand while walking towards Donghyuck, who’s busy talking to the waiter nearby. He noticed that your eyes travelled somewhere else, so he is guessing that you might be looking for another person’s stature.

“Mr. Jeong has not arrived yet.”

Your eyes bulged from the false allegation, especially when you’re holding another man’s hand. “I was about to ask about Johnny, though.”

“Ah, sorry!” Donghyuck immediately regrets his choice of words, late at realizing that your hands are firmly intertwined with Yuta’s.

“Mr. Seo said he’s going to be a tad late. He mentioned he would probably come with Mr. Jeong, I guess that is why I mixed them up.” Donghyuck made a poor effort of an excuse, “They got something else to take care of, it seems.”

Soon after, all heads turn towards the entryway. While everybody was mesmerized, you’re the only one who turned pale.

“What’s wrong?” Yuta lowered his face, meeting yours who is busy looking at the ground. He took a gracious glance at the center of the attention, quick to make his deduction. “That’s him, right?”

You gave him a small nod, refusing to tilt up your head.

Fear consumes you.

“Mr. Jeong! Sir!” Says the few people who crowded next to him. “I heard our young Jeong Jaehyun was involved in this project. As expected from your son!”

“Ah yes, this is nothing. This should be the standard coming from my son.” He replies, uninterested to keep them entertained while Mark on his side tries not to show his sour emotion.

“It would be an honor if I could speak a few words to him, sir. Is he not coming with you?”

Before Jeong senior could answer their pathetic efforts to gain his favor, two men entered the hall, almost too dramatic. It was easy to find the reason why people’s attention averted so quickly, they are practically a show stopper.

Today’s event was free from any dress codes, nonetheless both of them are instantly stealing people favoritisms by wearing white suits. Johnny opted for a more toned-down version. Only when you carefully zoomed in the details, you will realize that the lapel was finely embroidered in tiny black sequins. Jaehyun, on the other hand, looks stunning in his choice of suit that is printed with big black and white floral patterns. It’s nearly impossible not to look at them.

“Father,” Jaehyun greets out of courtesy. “I’d like you to stand by near the stage.”

His father gave him a confused look.

“Also,” He continues, “Please bring Ms. Hyun along. I’d like to make a few announcements.”

Even the distance you can tell that whatever Jaehyun is telling his father brings so much delight to him. You never see that cold man look so happy before.

You were in daze before Yuta pulls back your attention, squeezing your hand tighter.

“It’s going to be fine.”

You nod and smile, feeling a bit more relaxed after his words of assurance.

Then you feel like someone is looking, so you look back. 

You regret doing so.

If looking back means you have to see Jaehyun’s broken-hearted face, you would keep your eyes fixed on Yuta's instead. As if his soul was crushed, he never knew seeing you in another man’s arm would hurt so much.

He thought that it should be him, holding your delicate hand. He should be the one who makes you laugh.

Yet he’s only able to stand from afar. 

Yet the only touch that he could give you is the same air that you breathe. 

His tears are dry, but he’s drowning in remorse.

Unable to bear the pain any longer, he walks away. Your eyes are still motioned at his direction, saw how he whispers to Johnny before separating their way. You pretend you didn’t anticipate Johnny’s arrival, when in fact you saw he’s coming to where the three of you are.

“[Y/N]! You’re here.” Johnny warmly hugs you, followed by a friendly peck on your cheek.

“Johnny, look at you, how marvelous!”

“Ditto, [Y/N]. You should’ve checked the mirror!” He returned the compliment, before looking at the man who stands right beside you. “And this is…”

“Oh, how rude of me.” You let go of Yuta’s hand. “Johnny, Donghyuck, this is Yuta.”

“Ah! Nakamoto Yuta, right? [Y/N] briefly told me about you.” Johnny reconfirms, and Yuta replies with a polite smile. “Hi, I’m Johnny Seo.”

“Nice to meet you, Seo. Nakamoto Yuta.” Yuta firmly shakes Johnny’s arm. “[Y/N] on the other hand told me plenty of you. She told me you’re a powerhouse, so I’ve been wanting to meet you.”

Johnny shifts his gaze to you, “Powerhouse? [Y/N], what have you been telling your boyfriend?”

“Nothing, Johnny.” You chuckled. 

Suddenly Yuta’s phone rang, regretfully breaking the friendly atmosphere. He quickly excused himself before ruining the mood further.

“And,” You quickly continue, making Johnny tilt his head closer to yours. “He’s not my boyfriend, Johnny.”

His eyes grow bigger, showing that your statement took him by a surprise, “I’m not Jaehyun, you know? You don’t have to be polite, I saw how you guys cross your fingers together.”

“From the beginning, in fact.” Donghyuck adds.

“Hyuck!” You protested. “I mean, we’ve been seeing each other. But technically we’re not dating yet.”

“Should I emphasize the word yet?” Johnny said, receiving your slap in return. “I mean, if you never clarify, I wouldn’t be able to tell. You are gleaming next to him. Jaehyun saw it too, and…”

“Attention, ladies and gentleman.”

The MC of the night cuts Johnny abruptly, marking that the event is about to start. All of you quickly find your seat, including Yuta who just returned following her cue. After she gathered everyone’s attention, she proceeds on her MC-ing. 

“My name is Mina and I will be your host for the night. First of all, we’d like to thank all of you for coming to our launching event. It’s a great honor to be able to stand in front of our esteemed guests.”

Claps followed her after she reached the full stop. “Of course, tonight’s celebration can’t begin without a grand start. Without further ado, I’d like to welcome our very own COO, Mr. Jeong Jaehyun.”

She left the mic stand, and was quickly replaced by Jaehyun’s figure. Your table is located on the left side of the stage, securing the prime view of the stage. Enabling you to see Jaehyun oh so very clearly, with all of his glory.

“Good evening, everyone.” His low voice echoes, “I’d like to welcome each and every one of you tonight, and thank you for sparing your time to join us.”

He backs off, clearing his throat, “Tonight is the night where we celebrate the launch of our latest and our proudest project yet, Neo Zone. After months of R&Ds, working in between departments, countless sleepless nights from the staff, including myself,” The audience gave him soft giggles in response, “I’m very proud to say that tonight is the origin of a new era for NCT Corporation.”

“Before we take a deeper dive, I’d like to invite important people to the stage because I have an important announcement to make.”

It’s almost peculiar how you saw the MC’s reaction. She wasn't aware of Jaehyun’s sudden declaration judging by the way she looked. As if she didn’t receive the brief beforehand.

“Father, Ms. Hyun Kyungmi, would you take the honor to come to the stage?”

Your heart sank. The addition of Kyungmi, grinning as she couldn’t contain her happiness, makes things worse for you. The sight of his father, escorting her while she can’t stop being so giddy causes you to feel like your stomach to turn inside out.

They’re going to announce their engagement.

Yuta, who even supposedly clueless about the situation, even grasps the whole meaning of Jaehyun’s action. He saw the tense your facial muscles are. He was about to hold your hand so you can relieve the stress, but Johnny outdid him.

“It’s gonna be OK, [Y/N].”

You looked at his rich hickory eyes. While you, and even Yuta are baffled at the sudden detour of the event’s agenda, Johnny shows an opposite reaction. He is very calm and collected despite all the fuss. Confident, even.

Kyungmi didn’t show any signs of hesitation once she reached the stage, trying to act like a smitten fiance and rushed to hug Jaehyun. Jaehyun managed to dodge the worthless affection as he quickly reached out for the mic again.

“As most of you should know, the man standing beside me is the founder of NCT Corporation. Today he is not standing alone as he is accompanied by Ms. Hyun Kyungmi, the daughter of the founder of Hyun Ventures.” Jaehyun quickly introduced them. While his father is keeping his stance, standing tall and pride, Kyungmi is already acting like she’s on a pageant, showing her overly white veneers.

“Without a doubt, I wouldn’t be standing here confidently if it wasn’t for their attendance at tonight's event.”

Jaehyun's speech gains two different reactions. One, Kyungmi that is all over the moon and his father is now busting his chest out, ready to share the happy news. You, on the contrary, wished you were not a VIP for this event, ready to flee. What are they doing, celebrating your sorrow?

Jaehyun cleared his throat, ready to continue his speech in a single breath. Smirk appears on his face, almost too smugly.

“Hereby I’d like to use this opportunity to declare my father denouncement, as he is proven to be guilty in the act of illegal transactions; including drugs, gamblings, prostitutions, and sexual assault. Officers, please guard both Mr. Jeong Sr. and Ms. Hyun.”

The room’s atmosphere took a grand fall. You move your palm against your mouth, at a loss for words as suddenly four people in uniforms enter the stage, married with the audible gasps that echoes in the hall.

A/N: I’m not sure about you guys, but I felt so many emotions writing this chapter. I wish I could have this version of Jaehyun in my life minus the mafia background please. Also! Grab your popcorn people, I think the next chapter should be quite exciting to read :) 

Fun fact: White Night is probably my favorite track on this album, so that is why I was so attached to this chapter?

[badwolfwrites-sometimes]

Perfection

After a world meeting, Germany and Italy go on a fluffy date.

The morning sun peaked through Germany's pale gray curtains, gently caressing his sleeping face no longer than two seconds before said nation woke up. His alarm clock, sitting by his bed, read 7:00, just 3 hours before a meeting at his place. Yet another global warming discussion.

Like every other time, he didn't expect much from the meeting, but something was pushing Germany to leave his comfortable bed and get ready for the day. Yes, today he had a date with his Italy. Was it the only reason Germany was so excited for the day? Yes, it was.

At first, he didn't expect his relationship with Italy to keep going this well for nearly 20 years, seeing as it was quite unusual for countries. However, Italy was his everything and he would be lying if he said that he didn't fall for him all over again every day. No matter how odd Italy is.

Germany sighed, the burning hot water intensifying the racing of his heart. If this was a musical, he would be singing loud enough for the whole world to hear. Unfortunately, it wasn't and his brother was sound asleep in his basement room. Also, singing in the shower isn't very convenient.

By the time Germany was finished with his breakfast, it was 8:30, leaving him with just enough time to get to the meeting half an hour early. That is if he woke Prussia up in time.

Prussia, barely in a mood for living, dragged himself to the kitchen just as Germany was about to go and wake him up. "Morn'ng." He simply said, taking some bread and butter to make himself a sandwich for breakfast, all while still being half asleep.

"Good morning. Your lunch is in the fridge so heat it up when you want to eat. I will be going now." Germany greeted back, grabbing his jacket.

"Tell Ita I said hi." Prussia answered back.

"I will." With that, Germany left his house and drove off to the meeting.

Not many people were outside when he got there, just the usual bunch and a few who liked to come outside for a smoke. Germany didn't mind smoking, it wasn't his place to tell them how to live their lives, but he detested those who would leave their cigarette butts all over the place. There were bins outside for that purpose.

As he was parking his car, he spotted Japan talking to America at their usual spot, anywhere hidden from everyone else. That was unusual for the American, but he cared a lot about Japan who wasn't all that comfortable around many people. They must have looked like a couple to everyone else and, frankly, Germany thought they were kind of cute together.

He greeted the two of them, America jumping at the chance for strangling Germany with his bare hands. Unlike Italy's, America's hugs were almost always over the top. Once he let go, Germany patted Japan's shoulder, with the latter returning the favor. That was their own kind of hug.

"Ita-chan is not here yet, Germany. Would you like to join us?" Japan asked, moving closer to America to make some space for Germany.

"If you two don't mind." Germany answered.

"We don't, Japan and I've been talking about the latest video games. Ever played Animal Crossing, Germy?" America asked, seemingly excited to talk about just about anything.

Germany shook his head. "Can't say I have, but I heard good things about it."

"Germy, my boy, my man, it's the best thing ever. You have to play it." America took his hands, eyes filled with all 50 stars from the American flag.

"Ame-chan, that is not the way to convince people to play games." Japan laughed at his friend's attempts. "You do it like this..." He then stood up, before kneeling on the floor and bowed all the way till his nose touched the floor. "Germany-san, please do us a favor and purchase the game. It would be my house's greatest honor."

Germany stared dumbfounded at his friend. America, on the other hand, wasn't fazed in the slightest and proceeded to join Japan in his request. Only he hit his head attempting to bow properly. Germany smiled at their dedication. "Alright, I shall buy and play the game for you two."

Just as he said that, a black car parked nearby, bearing a Spanish licence plate. Out of the car stepped out Spain, Romano and a very impatient Italy. He looked around, trying to spot his tall and buff boyfriend. Germany smiled and waved to him.

Italy speed up to Germany like he was attached to a jet plane, jumping into his arms. Confronted by the force of his cute lover, Germany spun him around a bit. "Ciao, Amore." Italy smiled.

"Guten tag, Liebe." Germany returned the gesture before the Italian in his arms pecked away the smile on his lips. Germany pouted as he realized that was all he was going to get since the meeting would be starting soon.

Japan and Italy exchanged their greetings, with America nearly crushing both of them in a tight hug. It couldn't be helped, America just loved tight hugs. The four of them then walked towards the meeting room.

As Germany predicted, the meeting was yet another failure. The problems were stated, but no conclusion was made on how to solve them and pretty soon, everyone parted ways with each other. America and Japan went with England for some tea and coffee time, France, Russia and China went to get lunch, Romano and Spain drove off to Spain's house and the rest of the nations just suddenly vanished until Germany and Italy were the only ones left.

"You ready?" Italy asked, grabbing Germany's arm.

Germany smiled, brushing Italy's cheek with his free hand. "Ready."

The two left the meeting room, making their way towards the nearest park for a short walk.

.

"So I told Seborga that it just wasn't going to work that way, but, naturally, he didn't listen and then guess what happened?" Italy ranted off his feelings to Germany as they walked around the park for the third time.

"It went off in the air?" Germany responded.

"Exactly. At least now he knows to listen to me." Italy finished his story. "Do you think I'm too soft on him?"

"Well, he is your brother, not your child. I would say that you are a bit strict on him, even if he is a grown man."

"That makes me feel a bit better." They barely left the park when Italy spotted an empty children's playground, tapping Germany's arm. "Germany, can we go on the slide? Pleaseee."

There was something about Italy's begging that always sent Germany's mind into the void. No matter what the Italian asked, he was sure to get it if he begged Germany for it. Germany just nodded and tagged along.

Italy climbed up the slide at the speed of sound, but a problem came up once he couldn't go down the slide. "Germany."

Germany watched him on the side, humming his answer.

"I think I need a bit of a push..." Italy's ears turned red. "I think my butt is stuck."

Germany resisted the urge to laugh, knowing that if he did, he would hurt the poor Italy's already low self esteem. He did as he was told and pushed Italy until he could slide down properly. "I don't think this slide was made for bigger kids."

Italy stared at him, still sitting at the bottom of the slide. "Are you saying I'm fat?" He turned back around, arms crossed and pouting. Germany realized he said too much.

He knelt down in front of Italy. "I am saying that you are a grown up kid and this slide was obviously not made for grown up kids." Italy cracked a smile. "Love me back again?" Germany did his best impression of a puppy that his face let him. It was enough for Italy to jump right back into his arms.

"Of course I do, my little potato." Italy kissed Germany's nose. "I could be fat and you can be a potato. We make an excellent team."

"I am not sure how, but it doesn't matter." Germany stood up, lifting Italy as well. "Should we go get some lunch?"

Italy nodded, already making requests for the finest dish in the town.

.

It was dark by the time they returned to Germany's house. What a day they had. First, they had a nice lunch and went for a walk again. Then they stopped by the cinema to watch a movie Italy wanted to see and Germany almost dropped all the popcorn at the sudden scream. Afterwards, they went for a small "dinner" at the local McDonald's before, finally, going to Germany's place where Italy would spend the night.

"You're back alr- Italy!!!" Prussia happily raced from the couch to greet his third favorite person in the world, after himself and Canada.

"Prussia!" Italy greeted equally excited, while Germany just wished they would let him pass through the hallway. He was out of luck as his three, although beloved, dogs also rushed to greet Italy.

Quite a while later, Prussia retreated to his room. Italy and Germany were both sprawled on the couch, Germany reading a book and Italy watching the most boring film on the television. At least he was comfortable, wearing nothing but his boxers and his legs creating a bridge over Germany's for Germany to put his chin on a read.

Just as Italy began dozing off, Germany put his book away and stared at his lover. He had to admit, these were the moments Italy absolutely shone with beauty and Germany couldn't believe that he was one of the few who got to see him like that. Everything from his messed up hair, to his soft stomach, to his curvy thighs was perfect. And Germany wanted nothing more than be able to look at him and caress him like this forever.

He kissed Italy's knees, enough for the Italian to break away from the chains of sleep and smile at his lover. Germany smiled back, moving up to kiss Italy's thighs, earning giggles in response, but Germany couldn't be stopped. He kissed at Italy's stomach, Italy's chest, Italy's neck and jaw and finally looked into those big brown eyes.

Italy's eyes are always smiling, Germany learned after spending hours upon hours upon hours studying them. What he didn't know was that Italy's eyes smiled the most when Germany was looking at them with his own curious blue ones. God knows, Italy would do anything for those two blue lakes positioned so perfectly on Germany's face.

Germany closed the gap between the two of them, brushing his lips against Italy's slowly at first before connecting them together like two pieces of a puzzle. Italy hummed into the kiss, telling Germany that he was content with the perfection of this moment. Germany broke the kiss for air, licking his lips, a deed he knew would make Italy want some more. And more was he ready to give him.

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A Dangerous Game - Chapter 2 (Theseus Scamander x OC series)

Prologue, Chapter 1

Summary: When Victoire McKinnon, one of the wizarding world's most proficient curse-breakers, is asked to assist and protect the Ministry of Magic's Auror Department in their crusade against Grindelwald, she finds herself stuck working with the extremely annoying, exceptionally good looking Theseus Scamander.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, fighting, and blood, 2,213 words

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Victoire had been hired by Gringotts to work as a curse breaker immediately after the conclusion of her seventh year at Hogwarts. Her summer had been spent doing introductory work in the crypts and mausoleums in Egypt. It had been hot and physically taxing, but her best friend Anthea Barrows had also been hired, so it had been relatively pleasant.

However, after a few weeks, the goblins overseeing the site were thoroughly impressed by her abilities and leadership, and decided to transfer her to a more advanced mission at the Mahoutokoro School in Japan. Top curse breaker Elihu Castor had been assigned to break into a cursed shrine and retrieve a valuable jade statue - Victoire was more than thrilled to help.

Of course, when it came down to the mission itself, the two of them misread a series of runes and set off a series of deadly curses. Luckily, Victoire’s quick thinking and proficiency in protection charms saved both of their lives and the statue. It only took them two more weeks to locate and retrieve the rest of the set of statues.

News of their success quickly reached the wizarding world, and since then, Victoire was widely regarded as one of the top curse breakers alive (despite her young age). Now, her time was mostly divided between field work in Japan and Uganda, where she taught several courses part-time at the Uagadou School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

In short, very little of Victoire’s time was ever spent in Europe. She did, however, own a very small apartment in London for when she needed to travel home. It consisted of a bedroom, a combined kitchen and eating area, and a bathroom; space (or lack thereof) wasn’t really an issue.

Her apartment was located on the top floor of the building, and there was a large skylight above her bed. The walls were adorned with hanging plants and maps, and the floors were covered in homemade rugs she had received as gifts. The small space was smothered in memories of her travels and achievements, and she adored it.

It was just past seven in the morning. She had been woken up by the infuriating beeping of her alarm clock, and was now trying to work up the motivation to leave the comfy duvet-cocoon she had wrapped around herself.

She finally kicked her legs over the side of the bed, cringing when they made contact with the cold floor. She stood up slowly, stretching her arms over her head and yawning softly.

Victoire trudged into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and grabbing a container of mealworms and eggs. The eggs went on the countertop next to the stove for breakfast, and the mealworms went in the beak of the hungry owl bouncing around on the island.

“You’re up rather early,” she cooed, opening the container and putting a handful of worms in a small dish. The small tawny owl chirped happily, bouncing over to his breakfast as Victoire set the bowl down.

Short-Snout had been a present from her parents on her eighteenth birthday. The small owl had been affectionately named after her favorite species of dragon, and had accompanied her on all her curse-breaking adventures so far.

She turned to the stove, cracking two eggs into a pan and whisking them around a bit before turning on the front burner and setting the pan down. It only took a few minutes for the eggs to cook through, and she slid them onto a plate before walking back into her bedroom.

She shoved a forkful of eggs into her mouth and set the plate down on the chest at the foot of her bed. She then turned to her closet, throwing on some loose black pants and a grey turtleneck.

Torquil Travers had given her a folder containing information on all of the missing wizards. She flipped the light green folder open and sat down on her bed, reaching for another bite of scrambled eggs. She’d been familiarizing herself with the information since yesterday afternoon, making note of all the possible reasons for their disappearances.

She could not deny the anxiety that was beginning to bubble within her. Of course she was fully capable of doing this job, and doing it well, but it was her partner she was concerned about. While she was fairly confident she could deal with his negative and annoying attitude (she did have two older brothers who acted quite similarly), she didn’t want it to have a negative effect on her performance. She had a pristine reputation in the eyes of both Gringotts and the Ministry of Magic, and she didn’t want Theseus Scamander to ruin that.

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It was almost nine o’clock by the time Victoire reached the door of Theseus’s office. It had stopped raining sometime during the night, but London’s skies were still covered in a thick layer of gray clouds. In her opinion, this was perfect walking weather, and she was rather annoyed she would be spending the better part of the day so far underground.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, praying Theseus would be more willing to work with her today than he was yesterday.

“Come in.”

She pushed the door open slowly, peering into the rather refined looking room. It was rather intimidating looking, with dark mahogany furniture and bookshelves lining the walls.

“Well don’t just stand there,” Theseus said dryly. She glared at him pointedly, stepping into the office and closing the door behind her.

“Good morning to you, too, Mr. Scamander,” Victoire replied sarcastically, setting her bag down on the ground. She sat down in a rather comfy maroon chair in the corner of the room, putting as much space between her and Theseus as possible in the small space.

An uncomfortable silence fell upon the room, and Victoire squirmed in her seat a little. Theseus was currently preoccupied reading a lengthy looking document, loosely holding a quill in his hand and occasionally scratching  notes onto the parchment. She drummed her fingers on her leg lightly, growing rather impatient.

After what seemed like ages, Theseus straightened out the set of papers and set it off to the side of his desk.

“How are you today, Miss McKinnon?” he asked, finally looking up at Victoire with a cocky grin on his face.

“I’m alright, and you?” she said curtly.

“I’m doing quite well, thank you for asking,” he replied, still grinning.

“I’ve read through the files Travers gave me quite extensively,” she began, reaching to pull her folder out of her bag, “and I think I adequately understand each case. Which one will we be starting with, may I ask?” She opened the folder and looked up at him with an inquisitive expression.

Theseus bit his bottom lip thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair to open a drawer at the bottom of his desk. He pulled out a similar looking green folder and leafed through its contents quickly, pulling out a few sheets of paper and placing them in front of him.

“Travers wants us to sort out the Chester Street case first, since it's the oldest one to date,” he said, closing the drawer and pulling his chair closer to the desk. Victoire nodded, pulling a similar looking sheet out of her own folder.

“I’ve already come up with several possible explanations for this one in particular, but until we can visit the house itself, I won’t be able to know for sure,” she stated.

A few months ago, someone had reported a group of people congregating outside 16 Chester Street, a home that had been abandoned for several decades. Some of the descriptions provided matched those of wanted dark wizards, so Travers had sent three of his top Aurors to arrest the party on a count of trespassing.

Pembroke Mallow, Roger Grouse, and Louis Sullivan had not returned that day, or the next day, or the day after that. Further investigation found no traces of them or their targets in the house, though reportedly it seemed clear some sort of struggle had taken place.

“Travers has already given us permission to conduct investigations independently, so that won’t be a problem,” Theseus replied.

“Great, when can we go, then?” she inquired. Theseus looked at his watch.

“Honestly, I’m not really doing anything else today. We could probably go right now if we wanted,” he said.

“Oh, cool,” Victoire grinned. “Are there any, like, forms we need to fill out? I’m pretty unfamiliar with Ministry protocol for these kinds of things,” she admitted.

“We already have written permission to visit, but if we find anything of importance I can do the paperwork,” he responded.

“Well, thank you,” Victoire replied, smiling genuinely. Theseus nodded and looked back down at the papers on his desk.

“Will you really be able to figure out what happened just by looking at the house?” he asked, somewhat skeptical. Victoire gave him a confused look.

“I mean, probably,” she replied slowly, “that’s literally my whole job.”

“And what is that, exactly?”

“You go somewhere and you figure out what happened, what spells were cast, what enchantments are on the place, and then you undo them if you can,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. “Is that not what this is?”

“I mean, to an extent, but right now we're talking about saving human lives, not pieces of ancient pottery,” Theseus remarked.

“First of all, the basic procedure is essentially the same. Second, those pieces of ancient pottery offer valuable insight into the lives of past civilizations,” Victoire retorted, growing rather irritated.

“No, they offer funds for whatever organization asked you to find them in the first place,” Theseus said, standing up and grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair.

“That’s not even a valid argument- where are you going?” she asked, her aggravation evident in her voice by this point.

“Chester Street,” he replied simply. “Will you be accompanying me?” 

Victoire grumbled, reaching for her jacket as she stood up to grab his outstretched arm. She was thoroughly regretting her decision to accept this position as Theseus apparated them away.

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It was clear the house had been abandoned for quite some time, with pieces of siding falling off and smashed in windows. It was rather austere looking, not too large or too small, and not remotely unique or exciting looking. Still, Victoire was on high alert as Theseus led the way to the front door.

The grass from the lawn had turned into thick weeds and shrubs that had overtaken what used to be the walkway. She easily made her way up the rotting front steps, with most of her professional experience being in structures that were falling apart somehow.

Theseus quickly opened the front door, cringing a little when it creaked loudly.

“The whole house is quite messy, since no one’s lived here for quite some time,” Theseus said as she walked through the doorway, “but the most turned over area is the study to your left.” 

Victoire nodded, still mad and not really wanting to talk to him unless necessary.

“That’s where they think the fighting happened,” Theseus added, closing the door behind them and pulling his wand out of his jacket.

He cast a quick lighting charm as he led them into the study, with her inhaling sharply as she took in the scene before her. 

All the furniture was turned over. Chairs and books and trinkets looked like they had been thrown across the room, and the carpet had somehow been pushed into the corner. The hardwood floor was covered in burn marks and shattered glass.

“There’s blood over here,” Theseus observed, walking over to a flipped over desk and bending over to inspect it more closely.

“It certainly looks like a fight happened,” Victoire said softly, gaze falling on the curtains that looked like they had been ripped off their rod.

She had begun to paint a picture in her head of what the fight might have looked like - someone trying to grab onto the curtains while another person dragged them across the room, someone else tearing books off the shelves and hurling them at an attacker. As she looked around, her eyes were drawn to a light blue vase standing upright on the floor in the middle of the room. Odd, considering the rest of the room looked like the aftermath of a tornado.

It seemed Theseus had also caught sight of the vase.

“How is this standing up?” he asked incredulously, reaching down to pick it up.

“Don't touch it!” she shouted, jabbing her wand in his direction. Theseus flew backwards, back hitting the wall with a loud thud.

“Ouch,” he said, grimacing as he slowly stood back up. He gave her a pointed glare as he rubbed the back of his neck

“Sorry,” she said meekly, “but we really shouldn’t touch anything, considering we don’t know what caused those Aurors to disappear.”

“Good point,” Theseus admitted reluctantly. “I’m sure in your line of work touching things can result in imminent peril.” Victoire nodded, crouching down to inspect the vase more closely.

“Isn’t it weird that in the middle of all this fighting this vase is still standing upright?” she said aloud.

“It definitely wasn’t thrown, it would’ve broken when it hit the floor,” Theseus commented, crouching down next to her.

“It’s like some put it here.” She grabbed a pen from her pocket and reached out to tap the vase lightly.

Both of them gasped as the pen vanished from Victoire’s grip. Theseus looked at the vase, then her, then back at the vase.

“What the fuck was that?” he exclaimed, standing up and backing away from the vase.

“I think it’s a vanishing spell,” Victoire muttered.

“They enchanted the vase with a vanishing spell?” Theseus asked. She nodded.

“But this is very advanced magic, I mean it’s hard enough to vanish a mouse, let alone three people,” Victoire said, flicking her wand over the vase in an intricate pattern. She nudged the vase with the corner of her sleeve and, satisfied with her jacket not disappearing from sight, picked it up.

“Are there any wizards associated with Grindelwald who could perform this level of magic?” she asked, turning around to face Theseus.

“Other than Grindelwald himself, I have no idea,” he said honestly. “Do you think this is what did it?”

“Did what?”

“Made those Aurors disappear,” he clarified, gesturing to the vase in your hands.

“Yea, I think so,” Victoire stated. “I hope I’m wrong.”

“Why?” Theseus asked, brows knitting together in confusion. “You figured it out, you’re not happy about that?”

“Theseus, if I’m right, that means we’re dealing with an extremely dangerous wizard,” Victoire stated dryly. “Furthermore, I have absolutely no clue how to un-vanish those wizards.”

“Well, what happens when you vanish something?” he asked genuinely.

“If I remember my transfiguration professor correctly, vanished objects enter a state of nonbeing,” she replied.

“What does that even mean?” Theseus groaned, rubbing the sides of his temples in frustration and messing up his already messy hair.

“I genuinely have no clue,” she said. “I think the best thing to do would be to bring the vase back to Travers and have someone sweep the area for any more objects with vanishing enchantments.”

“And then what?”

“Perhaps we could start looking at the other cases, and I’ll do some research about vanishing spells in the meantime.”

~~~~~

Victoire was once again sitting in the cushioned maroon armchair in the corner of Theseus’s office. Theseus was sitting at his desk filling out several forms about their discoveries. The vase had been entrusted to Travers.

In her lap was a large reference book of spells. She’d been pouring over it for the last hour or so, jotting down any spells that could possibly reverse the vanishing spell on a human. So far, she’d had relatively little success.

“Have you found anything interesting?” Theseus asked, setting his quill down and flexing his hand.

“The vanishing spell, evanesco, can be used to vanish animate and inanimate objects, gets more difficult to perform as the target gets more complex,” she stated, reading off her notes.

“So it would be incredibly hard to vanish a person?” Theseus asked.

“Yes, I believe so,” she replied.

“Any information on how to undo it yet?”

“Nope.”

“Fantastic,” Theseus replied sarcastically, resting his forehead on the top of his desk.

“Hey, on the bright side, we now have a good idea of what happened to those Aurors,” Victoire offered. Theseus rolled his eyes.

“And now I’m going to have to tell their families that we know what happened to them but we don’t know how to undo it, which is not going to be fun,” he retorted. Victoire frowned.

“At least they’ll have some sort of closure for the time being,” she countered, “which is better than what they’ve had up to now.”

“How do you plan on figuring this out?” Theseus asked, gesturing to your book, his head still planted firmly on his desk.

“I was going to apparate to Uagadou after this, since they have a really large library section about the history and mechanics of spells. I’ll probably be able to find some information there,” she said. “Then I was going to write to some of my colleagues and see if they have any experiences with this kind of thing.”

“I’m sure many Curse-Breakers have un-vanished people,” Theseus said flatly.

“No, but I’m sure someone has retrieved an object with a vanishing spell on it at some point, meaning there has to be a way of retrieving said object from non-being,” she replied.

“So you’re telling me that during your highly acclaimed career, you’ve never encountered a vanishing spell?” Theseus said, sitting up and cracking his neck.

“Mister Scamander, the majority of my job has been centered in Japan, where wizards traditionally hid artifacts of significant value or importance in elaborate webs of magic-based traps and devices,” she said, closing her book rather loudly for emphatic effect.

“So…”

“So no, I have not encountered vanishing spells thus far,” Victoire stated. She glared at Theseus, who was grinning with satisfaction.

“I see I’ve hit a nerve,” he replied cockily.

“Listen, I understand you have little respect for my line of work, but you can’t deny it requires at least some advanced magical ability unless you want to get yourself killed, so if you could quit alluding to the fact that I’m inept somehow I’d greatly appreciate it,” she fumed, sliding the book in her bag and standing up.

“Miss McKinnon-”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she interjected coldly, more than happy to slam the door on her way out.

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A/N: Folks, it has taken me a whole heck ton of time to start writing again. I had a lot fo writer's block these past few months (school is overwhelming, lots to do, etc.), BUT currently I am on coronacation and with a little encouragement from @littleyellowladybugg , I have decided to start trying to write again. I currently am writing the next two chapters for this series (which is amazing I'm never on top of anything), and I'm gonna try to post every Thursday - hence, Thursday's will now be "Theseus Thursdays," which I think is pretty darn clever. Anyways, I really hope you like this, like/reblog/comment/follow if you want, message me or somethin’ if ya wanna be tagged, and have a marvelous day :)

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Hi, i follow your todomomo oneshots book on ao3. You said you're taking requests. So uh can you please write Momo comforting Shouto after a mistake on his mission. Ohh and can you please make them older in this. ty

Thank you so much for this request dear anon :3

Consoling His Heart

Words: 2059

Rating: T+ (slight kissing)

Read on: AO3 | FFnet

He found her standing on the porch of their shared house, her radiant smile brightening everything around her. On sighting his approaching form, she raised an arm and began waving it, as if she was ecstatic to see him again. She was always there, bidding him farewells when he left for missions and greeting him with open arms upon his returns. Always.. And he was glad (fortunate actually) to have her as an important part of his rather dull lifestyle as the number 3 Pro Hero of Japan. She made him happy, filled the emptiness he always used to experience. She made him believe that he was more than just a man born of his father’s stubborn resolve for supremacy. He was always grateful of her. But that day, he couldn’t face her. After the offence he had committed on his latest mission, his hands were sullied by a wrong he could never wash off. And he didn’t want to tarnish her pristine skin with his touch.

“I just saw you on TV and figured you’d be coming back soon so I came outside to wait.” She told him cheerfully, stretching her arms as an invitation for a hug. But he couldn’t even meet her gaze.

Nodding his head in acknowledgement, he walked right past her inside their house, ignoring the confused expression marring her beautiful face.

Shouto Todoroki didn’t deem himself worthy of her.

Her brows knitted together in confusion due to his sudden aloofness towards her yet she shrugged it off as mere side-effects of the grueling mission he was sent on. Turning around, she followed after him into their house. She shook her head, her petal lips curving up into a fond smile. Like always, he had left his boots carelessly on the floor so she arranged them in their proper place in the shoe rack.

They’ve been in a relationship for two years now. She was the one who couldn’t bottle her feelings anymore and ended up confessing to him during their final year at UA. He was shocked at the revelation because apparently ‘he didn’t consider himself on par with her’. Whatever that means. As soon as they graduated, they joined separate agencies to work under, making it hard for them to see each-other much. And so, this year onwards, she suggested that they start living together, to which he agreed without any hesitation. The only reason they haven’t tied the knot yet is because (again) ‘he wanted her to be sure of whether she wished to spend the rest of her life with him or not’.

Frankly speaking, she doesn’t understand the point of such questions or why he wants her to reflect on her decisions again and again. He made her realize what she was capable of and for that she will always be thankful. He made her happy, made her feel strong and important, not just as a pro hero but as an individual.

Momo Yaoyorozu couldn’t imagine her life without his calm presence in it.

With one last look around the porch, she closed the door and walked towards their bedroom. She blushed at a faint memory of all the unspeakable things they’d done in that very room but quickly pushed it away.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, face as devoid of emotions as ever. But she was so used to seeing it that she easily caught the hints of self-loathing swimming in his mismatched irises. He was back at it— questioning his existence and doubting his worth.

“Shouto”, She called softly as she entered the room and approached him.

He jerked his face to glance at her before receding back into his glum state of mind and mumbled in a grave tone, “I failed.”

She was stupefied by his choice of words. Failure and Shouto Todoroki did not belong in the same sentence. The word failure had no relation to him whatsoever. For the four years that she had known him, she had always seen him learn from his mistakes and improve until he became a great hero. She was there to witness it all. She saw him become the man she came to love not simply because of his striking features but because of whom he was.

She’d been watching the news just minutes ago and media was singing praises about the success of his mission. So then, why exactly was he sitting so dejectedly?

Kneeling down before him, she cradled his face in her palms and tilted it, making his pair of gray and blue eyes meet her onyx ones. “What happened? The news said it went well and-”

“I failed, Momo.” He repeated, his jaw tightening. “I was supposed to apprehend the man running those fighting pits. Instead I nearly killed a little kid’s mother.”

She moved her fingers further up his grimy face into his equally dirty hair and began massaging his scalp. “Hey, calm down.” She said in a soothing tone, “I know you, Shouto. You can never hurt anyone.”

His lips quivered at the degree of faith she had in him. He shook his head like a child feeling the guilt of stealing cookies from a jar he wasn’t allowed to touch. “No you don’t..” His hands shot out and his long fingers wrapped around her dainty wrists, in hopes of channeling his anger at himself. “There were a lot of spectators so I called the back up team. But before they could even reach the scene, panic broke out amongst the audience because well..all of them have some sort of history in crimes. They got scared as soon as I broke in and began running about.”

Momo listened to his explanation patiently, nodding every once in a while. “The owner, he ordered his strongest fighters to deal with me. And..” He gritted his teeth in frustration, “..and I was so consumed by the thoughts of detaining the pit owner that I..I used my left side and..there was a kid. He was crying so much for his mother. But I didn’t understand. I was so consumed with rage..”

He took a long breath, averting his eyes at his dark haired girlfriend of two years, wondering if he should really tell her the remaining bit. He wanted to. Whenever his mind made him restless, he vented to her because he knew she’d have a solution to his problems. She always had. So he just needed her to listen to him once more. He knew he was being pathetic, behaving like that at the age of 20 but he needed her to listen and understand. He wanted her to be certain of their relationship. He wanted to know if she’d choose to stay even after hearing what an abhorrent deed he had committed.

“I released a large wave of fire at the three pit fighters and this lady out of nowhere jumped in front of one guy. The kid..his cries grew louder and he began running towards the scene..” Shouto gulped, his hold on Momo’s wrists tightened before going completely lax and he let go of them. “Everything clicked in that moment and I realised the lady and the man she was trying to protect were parents of that crying child. I was the bad guy there. I was fighting against his father and attacked his parents with my flames. Thanks to the backup team and police officers for showing up. The parents of that kid haven’t sustained any life-threatening injuries and will be out of the local hospital soon.” His fingers crawled up his cheeks and he removed her palms, replacing them with his own to bury his face in shame. “I almost killed them. If police wouldn’t have arrived when they did-”

The dual haired Todoroki's eyes widened at being silenced instantly by a finger on his dry lips. Momo shushed him. Casualties are unavoidable on missions like these and they hurt a lot. But to detest himself over an obvious mistake is so..stupid and yet so like him.

“You didn’t mean it, Shouto.” She said assertively , “There are so many things we can infer from this whole happening. First of all, if those two had decided to be criminals, then they should’ve considered the consequences of bringing a child in their life. But since they did have a kid, those parents should have atleast been rational enough to not bring the kid to a dangerous place like a fighting pit..”

She knew she was rambling but guys like Shouto are so hard upon themselves that they need proper clarifications. They need people like Midoriya or herself to tell them that its not their fault, that there’s no harm in letting things go instead of shouldering unnecessary blames. “Yes, you used your fire on them but it was a mere defensive measure you took amidst a battle. And they’re both still alive and recovering so be glad. If anything, this mission will be an experience not just for you but them as well. Maybe this will be the moment of their awakening. Maybe they’ll finally understand the repercussions a child suffers due to their parents' actions. Maybe they’ll actually take this as a sign and move forward to become good civilians and give their child the life he deserves..”

Shouto peeked through his fingers up at her, his eyes widened in bewilderment. “How do you do this? How do you redefine my worst aspects as if they weren’t bad to begin with? How do you make me look like this saint that I’m not?”

“You’re not a saint.” She answered, pulling his hands away from his face and entwining their fingers. “But you’re no sinner either. You’re just human.”

She smiled lovingly at him, “Humans make rash decisions. You were concentrating on the objective of your mission and wanted to eradicate the hindrances quickly. That’s all. But now you’ve learnt that being reckless can be harmful at times. So stop being so resentful towards yourself and move on.”

Shouto narrowed his eyes in confusion and gazed intensely at her, searching for that thing in her eyes that makes her so kind and benevolent. He felt the heaviness being lifted off his soul, the ache alleviated from his heart. He felt lighter— better! And it only took her a few sensible words to ease his mind of the chaos. Somehow he always lost himself to the smallest of his errs but she was right there, offering her hands to help him up. And he knew she’ll be there for him in the future too but he needed assurance. He just wanted to hear her say it again.

“Momo,” he called in a feeble tone, staring at her innocently, “Are you sure you want to-”

“Yes Shouto” she cut him off immediately, knowing very well what he was asking her for the umpteenth time since they started dating, “I want to be with you forever. I will never leave you. I will always be here with you.”

His heart brimmed with joy at her honest confession and he spoke instinctively, “I love you.”

She grinned at him, pulling him up into a standing position by tugging at their interlinked fingers, “I love you too, you adorable dummy. Now go get washed up. In the meantime, I’ll cook some soba.”

She let go of his hands but was barely able to leave the room as he snaked his arms around her hips, turning her around and capturing her bottom lip between his. He began kissing and nipping, his demeanor suddenly changing entirely with wanton need for her. Afterall, one of the major reasons for his hastiness during the mission was so he could get back to her as soon as possible and ravish her.

She slapped his arms playfully, willing him to get going already but he only released her lips to worship her alluring neck instead, whispering breathlessly, “I need help cleaning up.”

She giggled at his statement and let him carry her to the shower. He really needed to keep his personal desires in check during work so he won’t do something as precarious as he did on this mission. But for now, he wanted to pay her back just as much love as she gave him everyday. And he was way better at expressing himself with his actions.

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Of Two Minds Pt.02

You’re Safe Here

04/29/2019

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve          Word Count: 6,773

Masterpost     Warnings: Smut, language, alcohol consumption, angst, jealousy

A/N: This came out a lot angstier than I thought it would but honestly, what did I expect after what I built up with that first part? I hope you all like it. I can’t seem to stop loving Steve. For the record this is not a Stucky x Reader story. It is about Bucky and Steve loving the same reader. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Sometimes Steve feels like he’s falling. Head first. For you. Into despair. Into agony as he watches Bucky laugh with you perched on his lap. You’ve got your back laid against the sofa’s dark gray arm, the ease with which you throw your head back and laugh makes Steve’s lips curve up into an involuntary smile.

You look so beautiful in your sweats. Black pants and a dark red t-shirt. It’s Bucky’s but you look perfect in it anyway, even if it hurts to know its Bucky’s shirt. Your hair is gathered up on top of your head, lazy bun for a rare lazy day at the compound.

Bucky’s hands are continuously rubbing the outside of your left thigh. Steve really wishes he would stop, though he knows it’s his own fault for helping you get what you’ve been wanting since Bucky came to the compound.

He just wants you to be happy, but Steve desperately wishes that meant you were with him and not Bucky. But…Bucky deserves to be happy too. He’s been through so much and he’s been into you since he moved in.

Never mind that Steve saw you first. Trained you first. Liked you first. Loved you first. Never mind the times he stayed up with you, taking care of you after injuries or when you'd get sick.

Steve knows you don’t owe him anything. He backed off as soon as Bucky came into the picture. He loves his best friend, his brother, and the moment he saw Bucky's steel blue eyes shine with interest upon seeing you, Steve stepped aside because you seemed return it.

Bucky leans forward and whispers something into your ear and you throw your head back one more time, laughing energetically and making your bun wiggle—dangerously close to becoming undone.

Man, Steve would love to see that. He smiles again, his heartrate speeding up as he watches the bright joy of your smile.

It’s soft, his own grin, and it gives him away. Nat is watching!

Steve coughs and looks back down at the mission file in his lap. The large common room is full of lounging Avengers and he’s an idiot for thinking that he might be able to be here, with you sitting on the couch all cuddled up to his best friend and not let something slip.

He chances a glance up at Nat again who’s sitting in the seat directly opposite him on the other side of the coffee table.

She’s smirking at him, her eyes glittering mischievously.

“Y/N?” She says and Steve tears his eyes away from her back down to his file, intent on ignoring whatever stupid stunt she’s about to pull. Nat is a vixen and a half, and he wishes he could take back his smile and take shelter in his work like he’s been doing since the moment he Bucky came back into his life and effectively turned your head.

You laugh again loudly, then slap Bucky’s hand away as you turn to look at Natasha with forced composure. You clear your throat. “Yeah? Nat? What’s up?”

“Listen, I completely forgot that Nathanial’s first peewee game is this weekend-” She begins and Steve instantly knows where she’s going with this. No. Don’t do it.

“Uh, Nat?” Steve says, leaning forward, the file in his hands held between his thumb and forefinger as he lets it drop between his legs to hang loosely in his hand.

“-and I would really appreciate it if you would maybe go on this scouting mission with Steve for me? Please?” Steve hates the way Nat deliberately makes herself shrink so that she appears smaller. Her eyes are pleading, staring at you and only you as you consider her words.

“We had tickets to that concert you wanted to go to.” Bucky tells you quietly.

You look at him and shrug. “We can go another time, right? There’s enough time to get our money back.”

“If you’re sure?” Bucky asks, and Steve can see the hope in his best friend’s eyes. He doesn’t want you to go.

Steve’s gut does an uncomfortable twist as he feels the sudden but fleeting sting of resentment. Bucky gets you to himself every day now. You two have been making out and making love like rabbits. He’s not deaf. His room is right across the hall. It sucks having to listen to you whimpering and moaning in the middle of the night when you and Bucky think everyone’s asleep.

He hates it.

Then Steve remembers that you and Bucky have every right to be happy. Every right to enjoy each other. Bucky has every right to want to keep you to himself.

“I’ll go.” You turn to Nat, a smile stretching your sweet and pretty lips. That’s when you look at him.

Usually Steve takes extra care to make sure he’s not showing you how he really feels. Even before Bucky he'd been terrified to lose you as a friend.

Today, he’s so caught up in his own issues that he forgets to relax his face and smile at you. Instead he sighs heavily, shuts his folder correctly, and then heads towards the hallway to get some space from you, from Bucky, from the love that pours from your eyes every time you look at his best friend.

He only gets to round the corner before your voice halts him. “Steve?”

Steve turns around slowly, desperately wishing he could do anything but look at you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Steve assures you, trying to remain as calm as possible in light of the fact that he’s going to spend two days with you away from the compound. Alone. “I’m fine.”

“I-” He sees the uncertainty in your eyes, the confusion and the fear. No…that’s not what he wants to put in your eyes. “Did I do something wrong? I mean, are you mad at me? You’ve hardly spoken to me since—well, since Bucky and I got back from that mission on the Cayman Islands. Should I tell Nat that I can’t go for her? I mean,”

You always say that when you’re nervous. Steve's stomach clenches painfully.

“If you'd prefer to not go with me…if I did something? I can tell Nat that I won't go.”

He hates the way you’re shifting from one foot to the other, the way you’re chewing your lip nervously, your eyes are slightly pooling, terrified tears gathering in anticipation of being chastised and undeserved guilt.

“No.” Steve sighs, pushing the agony in his own chest aside as he focuses on getting that heart shattering smile Bucky seems to pull from you so easily back. “You haven’t done anything wrong, Y/N. I’m just not feeling like myself.”

“So…you’re okay with me going with you? Because I’ll stay-”

“Of course, I’m okay with it.”

Your face splits into a wide smile. “Good.”

Steve smiles back, soft but slightly sad.

“I’ve really missed you, Steve. I seriously can’t wait to go on this mission with you. It's been a while since it's been just you and me.”

“Yeah. Me too.” Steve grins sadly, hoping it comes off as a genuine smile because the last thing he needs is for you to wise up and learn that the kiss he’d given you to make Bucky jealous was just as much for himself as it had been for your benefit.

He can’t get the delicious taste of you off his mind and he hates to admit it but he’s eager for a second taste though he knows he can never take it.

Something is off with Steve. Really off. You don’t know what the hell you did to make him mad but he’s not being Steve with you anymore. It sucks.

You know now that he was lying when he said he wasn’t mad at you or that you did nothing wrong. Clearly you did and now he won’t even talk to you.

Your heart feels heavy and you know that you should be looking out the window, watching the bar across the street.

It’s not a real bar. It’s supposed to be some type of den for nefarious drug dealers. Modified drugs.

Someone has been dealing in drugs laced with enhancers. For those that are already enhanced the drugs are fine. They’re just like regular drugs, only stronger to offset the natural resistance that the enhanced sometimes have.

For regular people, the drugs are deadly and sometimes fatal in worse ways. There have been eighteen cases of people inheriting enhanced abilities for a short time before the abilities seem to make the users literally explode.

It’s messy and traumatizing for those who happen to be around them.

The goal is to find out who is supplying and tie as many associates as possible to put a stop to the spread of the drug.

Right now, it’s localized on the South American continent, but two cases have popped up in Japan over the last two weeks. The drug is spreading.

This place, the bar, is where your eyes should be focused. Instead, you sit across from Steve with your arms wrapped around your knees, feet flat on the seat as you watch the way he doesn’t look at you.

It’s still light out. There won’t be any activity for hours probably, but he’s watching the bar with so much determination you feel like maybe he’s actively trying not to look at you.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?” He doesn’t turn to you.

“I know that you said you were okay, back at the compound? But you don’t seem okay. Are you sure that I didn’t do anything to upset you?” You try not to concentrate on the way it hurts to think that you’ve done something to really upset him. Mainly because you want the pain to stop. How did you hurt him?

The very idea of causing Steve, your closest and best friend at the compound, any kind of pain makes you feel sick.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

You watch him flex his jaw twice before turning your eyes to the bar. It’s too early.

You and Steve had arrived while it was still dark out. You have the rest of the day, all night, and then the day tomorrow to scope out the place before the Avengers get together to capture as many of these lowlifes as possible. If anything comes out of this little trip.

With a sigh, frustrated and unable to look out the window, you get up. “Fine. I’m gonna take a nap. Wake me up if something happens.”

You pull down the tight t-shirt you’d pulled on. If anyone had happened to see you and Steve come into the hotel room in the early morning darkness, they would only have been able to see a couple checking in.

The cover story always similar. Married couple on their honeymoon or vacation. A couple taking their first vacation together. Two friends out to see the world. This mission’s cover story hadn’t been specified but when Steve had reached over to lace his fingers with yours as the two of you had made your way into the hotel, you’d accepted that the couple cover was his choice.

It’s easy to fall into step beside Steve. You’re not nervous. You’re so comfortable and it just feels right to hold his hand. It felt right when you wormed your way closer to him in the elevator, and when he released your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders you wound yours around his narrow waist and the other guests that passed you in the halls didn’t spare the two of you a glance.

You fret as you throw yourself onto the bed. Desperately trying to think of why Steve is mad at you. What did you do? You don’t remember doing anything…not recently.

Eyes blinking slower and slower as sleep overtakes you, your mind drifts into dreams while you think about the way Steve’s hand kept squeezing yours as he’d checked the two of you in and lead you upstairs.

He wouldn’t have held onto your hand or held you like he did in the elevator if he was really mad, would he?

Yeah, he would. Steve is nothing if not a professional. You’re the one that can’t stop worrying about why he’s mad at you.

Your two-day mission with Steve turns into a week. Nothing is happening with that bar. You and Steve have taken turns staying up to watch at night and nothing ever happens. People go in. Come out. Nothing strange.

“You’re not doing anything stupid, are you?” Bucky’s voice is worried, whether it’s over you doing something stupid or for your safety, you’re not sure. Both, probably.

“No.” You argue, dragging the word out because you’d offered Steve to go down into the bar alone last night and he’d shot that down quick.

“Steve?” Bucky checks.

“She’s fine, Buck. Nothing stupid. This is turning out to be a big waste of time.” Steve sighs.

You look at him and catch him watching you, his eyes narrowed almost as if he’s in pain. You reach out for him and he takes your hand, lacing his fingers with yours again. Why is he so upset lately? What’s bugging him? You’ll need to ask him.

“How much longer are you two going to stay? I’m getting kinda antsy over here.” Bucky admits. “If you stay more than two more days, I’m coming over there.”

“No. No, don’t do that.” Steve says, squeezing your hand. “I think we’ll go check out the bar tonight and then head home tomorrow. No use sticking around if this is leading nowhere. We’ll have to start over from scratch once we get back.”

“What can I do on my end?” Bucky asks, his voice shifting into business mode.

“Pull up all the fatalities associated with the drug and see if we can’t find some kind of pattern. We know the last two are in Japan so maybe we’ll need to head there to see if we can trace it up from there. Get Nat to help. She sees things we don’t sometimes.” Steve orders.

“Will do. Y/N?”

“I’m here.”

“Get that pretty ass home in one piece. And no getting head from other guys, Y/N.”

Your cheeks burn, your neck heats up, and Steve’s hand goes slack around yours. You look at him and his look of confusion. “Bucky!” You chastise.

“I love you, baby-doll. I’ll see you soon.” He hangs up.

Your heart is pounding, aching to be home with Bucky and in his arms again.

“Head from other guys?” Steve asks still confused.

You laugh, nervous as you make to pull your hand out of his, but he tightens it once again.

“I…when we went on that mission to the Cayman Islands to pick up the drive? The guy we were taking it from—well, to make a long story short, he asked me out. I said yes. Then he took me back to his room and he was about to-to-to-do that when he suddenly passed out. Bucky drugged him at dinner and before he could touch me, he was out.” You reach up to scratch the back of your head.

“You were going to let some bad guy eat you out?” Steve asks, disbelief and hurt in his voice.

“I needed to get the drive. The drive was somewhere in his room. After I would have found it and taken it.”

Steve frowns. “You would have seriously slept with some random fucking-some dude you didn’t know?”

“I had to get the job done, Steve. I took an oath to put my own well-being after that of the people I am trying to protect. If I had to go down into that bar and fuck every one of those guys to get the information we need, I would. That’s the job.”

“No, Y/N, that’s not the job!”

“You do it your way. I do it mine.”

“Are you serious right now? What about Bucky?! Do you think he could forgive you for doing that to him?” Steve demands, growing angrier and angrier. His hand is a vice around yours and it’s starting to hurt.

“Ow, yes…” Damn, he’s kinda right. “With time, he would forgive me. People are dying. We have to do everything we can to stop that from happening.”

“Not that, Y/N. Not with them. Not like that. Random bad guys? You’d let them touch you?” Steve asks, squeezing your hand again.

“Ow.” You say through clenched teeth. “You’re hurting me! It’s just a job. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“It does mean something.” He insists, growing louder.

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes, it does.”

“It doesn’t. It means nothing, Steve.”

“It means something to me!” Steve declares passionately, storm blue eyes boring into yours with desperation and want.

You’ve seen that look before. You’re familiar with it. You’re shocked to see it in Steve’s eyes, so your throbbing hand takes second place to the flutter of confusion in your chest.

“Steve…” You begin, remembering the same look in Bucky’s eyes when he’d finally confessed to liking you. Loving you.

Steve looks down at your hand and pulls his own free. “Get dressed.”

He’s breathless as he speaks, and you look at the floor. At your feet and try to understand the look he just gave you.

He wanders away to change. He comes back a few minutes later and you’re still sitting there, reeling.

“Y/N!” He snaps and you get up, licking your lips as you move to the closet to pull on an outfit that will stand out enough that people will look at you and not at Steve—he’s super recognizable, especially in a drug den where people are on alert—but also low-profile enough that it won’t make people approach you.

You pull on a pink suede skirt, short, with black thigh-high boots, and a long sleeve black shirt with bell cuffs around the wrists. The cutout neckline rises high on your clavicle but exposes the soft curve of your breasts to draw any and all eyes that may wander your way.

Steve already has his Nano Mask slipped on altering his face to look like some random guy with a nose too broad, and lips too narrow. His storm blue eyes are the same however and you take note of the way they brighten when you move out to join him.

You also observe what he’s changed into. He’s wearing a pair of dark jeans and a loose but stark white t-shirt over which he’s slipped a chic navy blazer.

You’re not sure what he wants to tell you as he looks you head to toe but you’re nervous and know for sure that whatever he’s thinking is definitely not, “You ready?”

“Yeah.”

The moment you and Steve enter the bar, all eyes turn to you. Mission accomplished. Lurid gazes and licking lips devour your legs and the curve of your breast and butt.

Seeing all eyes on you, Steve wraps his arm around your shoulders again and leads you towards a red leather corner booth towards the back. The lighting is dim, and the bar is freezing compared to the scorching South American heat outside. Even at night it’s hot as fuck.

As you slide in, you wait until Steve is beside you to settle in against his side. As you wrap your arms around his left elbow, he slips his hand underneath the table to take possessive hold of your right knee. His hand is hot and you’re very aware of the hesitant way that he touches your bare skin.

“See anything?” You mumble through the corner of your lips after a few minutes of coy cuddling and observing the room.

“No.” He says simply.

A waitress approaches your table and stops with her eyes ogling Steve’s top-form physique.

“To drink?” The woman asks, her voice heavy with accent. She probably speaks Portuguese but with the way Steve looks, it’s understandable that she’d use whatever English she can speak, no matter that Steve can speak Portuguese.

“Two whiskeys? Straight-up for me. On the rocks for the lady?” Steve asks, looking over at you to verify while tracing burning circles against the inside of your knee. He knows your drink.

You nod.

“Okay.” The woman says simply then turns to head to the bar, looking back at Steve twice. You tighten your hold on his arm but while he’s been ordering, you’ve been scanning the room.

“Shit.” You whisper and quickly duck your head.

“What?” Steve asks, noticing your sudden nerves. “What is it?”

You keep your eyes trained on the table, staring at it but not really seeing the shiny grains of dusty wood.

“The uh…the guy from our last mission. Our mark. Aaron? He’s here.”

“He’s here?” Steve asks, scanning the room. His eyes stop on the bar where the tall Hawaiian God from the Cayman Islands stands leaning against the counter, his hand tracing the arm of your waitress, delaying the delivery of your drinks.

“We need to go, Steve. If he sees me…”

Steve gets up and helps you to your feet too. He tucks you into his left side so that as the two of you walk past the bar, you’re hidden from view.

The heat gobbles you up as you step outside again, relief washing over you as Steve takes your right hand and drags you back towards the hotel. You reach into your purse and pull out your phone, quickly dialing Bucky’s number. He answers after one ring.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” He already knows something is wrong.

“Bucky pull up all people associated with Aaron Keahi and dive as far as you can into his background. Pull everything.” You mutter quietly as you and Steve veer through the rowdy people on the street.

“Our mark from the island? With the data drive?” Bucky asks, confused.

“Yes. Everything Bucky. Any bit of information you can find.”

“Okay. Be careful, Y/N.” He hangs up and you shove your phone back into your purse.

Steve doesn’t let you go until you’re both back inside your hotel room. He locks the door and peeks through the peephole, on alert.

“What do you know about him?” Steve asks you.

“Almost nothing. I knew his room number. His schedule. Some of the stuff he’s mixed up in. The usual scumbag resume. Money laundering, fraud, identity theft, some arms dealing. Nothing like this. There was no drug dealing on his list. He might be dabbling for the first time but they’re hiding it too well. Either he’s really good at doing this or he’s got someone else running the show and he’s just a pawn.”

You’re pacing the room as you try and remember any small detail from your interactions with Aaron that might possibly hint at his involvement in something this big. Drug dealing like this, on this scale, it’s a lot of money.

Steve eventually takes a seat on the small sofa, watching you pace in front of the TV, his navy blazer removed and laid out on the sofa’s arm.

“You haven’t been sleeping well.” He tells you and it pulls your attention because your mind is so far away from personal comforts.

“I-I miss Bucky.” You admit, forgetting Aaron for a bit. “And…”

That look he’d given you as the two of you fought about using your body for the mission comes rushing back. What had that look meant?

He stares at you, storm blue eyes unrelenting and that pain from the past week comes flooding back into them. You move towards him, stopping as he sits back, straightening to look up at your face.

“What’s wrong? Please tell me. I can’t stand this anger you have for me, Steve. You’re my best friend. What did I do?” You reach forward and place your hands on his shoulders, shaking him lightly.

He blinks slowly and you hate that he’s still wearing that Nano Mask. You reach up under his chin and carefully pull it away. He lets you, leaning back as you tug it away and then throw it onto the sofa beside him.

His hands move up and grip your hips and your hand freezes.

You blink in confusion.

“I love you.” He suddenly says and you don’t know how to breathe. It’s not like you’re not trying. You keep gasping, trying to catch your breath but he’s taken it from you. “Y/N?”

“Give me a second…” You wheeze, unable to speak loudly without enough oxygen in your lungs.

As he watches you struggle, he brings his hands around your hips to rest his palm on the apex of your bottom, his fingers hesitantly settling on the small of your back.

You gasp again and finally pull away because you need the distance. He doesn’t let you. He makes his arms lock, steel binds around your hips.

“I know I shouldn’t.” Steve confesses. You look down at his face and he’s so hurt that you don’t dare try and pull away again. “I know you love Bucky and Bucky loves you. I know that I can never come between that. I’ve been killing myself trying to keep this inside. I did this. I helped you two get together. I was rooting for you and him because he’s been through so much and he deserves to be happy, but I can’t anymore. I’m sorry. It’s selfish but I love you, Y/N. I do. And I’m a jerk for telling you and I-I-I don’t want anything. I need you to know so that you can tell me it’s never going to happen and I can let this go. I need to let this go. For both of you.”

You’re stuck staring at him, void of words to speak, empty to everything but the strange agony in your chest. Steve loves you?

“But you never-”

“I didn’t want to ruin what we had. We’ve spent so much time being together, as friends, and the thought of losing that, your friendship—before Bucky came back, you were the only person I could take comfort in. You distracted me. Made me laugh. I didn’t want to lose you.”

Without your consent, your hands drift up into the hair on the back of his head.

“I’ll get over you, Y/N. I just…I need time.” He whispers, so quiet but deafening at the same time.

The pain in your chest slowly shifts, turning into a strange sort of desire. His words play themselves over and over in your mind.

I’ll get over you, Y/N.

I’ll get over you…

I’ll get over you…

Do you want him to get over you?

“I-I liked you too, Steve.” You sigh, and his face goes slack as he stares at your lips, taking in your words. “I just didn’t think that you felt the same way. I never said anything. I never-”

Steve leans up but you push his shoulders down, keeping him in place. You’re not strong enough to make him do what you want but he also understands why you won’t let him kiss you.

“I can’t.” You whisper, your voice dripping with regret. “Bucky…” You explain.

“I know.” He sighs, fisting the back of your black shirt. “I waited too long.”

He leans forward, resting his forehead against your stomach as the two of you simply stand still, living this moment for what it is. Pure regret on both your parts.

After what feels like a long time but is probably only minutes, Steve’s breathing changes moving slower, steadier.

“Steve?” You probe, your hands down on his back now as you hold him to you.

“Hmm?” He asks sleepily and then seems to realize that he’s fallen asleep because he sits back, cheeks scarlet with embarrassment. “Shoot, sorry. I guess I was…”

“You haven’t been sleeping well, either, have you?” You demand, frowning at him. “Is it your nightmares again?”

Steve sighs and nods.

When he’d first come out of the ice, after he’d met you, there had been so much noise coming from his room. You’d finally gone in one night and found him thrashing on his bed, screaming. Not loud enough to wake the others, but you’re right there. After that, the two of you grew close quickly and after some time, Steve stopped struggling at night.

“Come on. Let’s…let’s forget this for now and both get some sleep. I’m so tired.” You whisper, take his hand, and drag him back towards the bedroom. He lets you go and disappears into the bathroom. You change quickly, slipping into a red cotton nightie, modest but short because it’s so hot out.

You move onto the bed, only one to keep up the cover story, and kneel as you wait for Steve to come out.

He steps out wearing a pair of navy briefs and a white t-shirt. He switches off the bathroom light and stops to watch you for a few seconds before he moves around to the right side of the bed to lay himself down.

“Close your eyes.” You tell him, and as he settles onto his back, his right hand on his stomach, his left reaching to take hold of yours as you kneel facing him, he closes them.

You reach up with your right hand and gently stroke his hair. Almost instantly he unclenches his chin, releasing the held tension. It only takes him a few minutes to fall asleep but soon his breathing is even, and his hand grows slack around yours.

You watch him sleep for what feels like hours. Your mind jumps back and forth from the topic of Aaron and how deeply he’s involved in the distribution of the drugs you’re chasing to Steve’s confession. You lean down over him, pressing your forehead against his cheek because you’d wanted him for so long.

You’d imagined what it would be like to kiss him, to hug him. And then he kissed you to get Bucky jealous and now you realize maybe he’d been just as curious as you had been to know what he taste like. You shut your eyes, slowly laying yourself on your right side so that you can keep looking at him.

You think about that kiss, the way his soft warm lips had moved around yours and the way you’d slipped your tongue into his mouth, urging the kiss deeper. Had you done that to make Bucky believe it? Or had you just been desperate to take advantage of the opportunity to taste Steve?

He had been delicious, too. Smoky cinnamon with a hint of sugar. Sitting on his lap, his hands on your waist, his delicious lips against yours. It’s safe to say you’re not exactly over him.

You drift off, still thinking about Steve’s lips and you dream of him.

It might be minutes or maybe hours later when Steve’s soft whimpers and quiet but stressed groaning coaxes you from your slumber. The bed jerks and you stir more, opening your eyes to the eggshell ceiling of the room. You’re still laying on top of the covers, too hot or too sleepy to get underneath them.

Steve groans again and you look for him, finding him with his hands fisting the sheets around him. He’d worked his way under the covers at some point and they lay covering only his lower half. His t-shirt is slightly damp, cold sweat dripping from his temples onto the pillow beneath him.

“Steve?” You reach over, placing your hand on his chest as you sit up slightly. He’s having his nightmare again.

He’d described it to you once. Falling. Forever falling towards a sheet of pure white snow. Then he’s cold and frozen, drowning, choking on ice water that cuts his throat as it floods in. Time means nothing for him in the ice. He’s in it for ten seconds…no…ten years…no, a hundred years. Each thought drifts into the next and he has no way of knowing how much time has passed. All he knows is cold and the heavy, biting press of ice on his chest.

“Steve.” You shake him a little and he gasps, shooting up onto his elbows and grabbing your hand. He’s in a panic as his storm blue eyes scan the room.

“I’m here, Steve. You’re safe. You’re safe.” You whisper and you can see the relief in his eyes as he realizes that he isn’t trapped in the ice. He’s here, in a hotel room, with you.

He finds your face, stares at you for a bit as the light returns to his eyes. He looks you over, head to toe then back up to meet your eyes.

The clench of his jaw takes your breath away because you see the moment that he decides. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want it.

He pulls the blankets up and over your legs, as his left arm wraps around your waist to slide you down beneath them. His heavy weight settles on top of you. Deliriously pleasant heat pressed against your own body.

Hungry lips come down over yours, massaging them firmly as he moans against you.

You swallow his moan, opening your mouth to greet his luscious tongue. He tastes you, sliding it along your own, as your hands wind their way into his hair.

Delicious body heat. Delicious lips. Delicious soft grunts and groans of desire. Steve is delicious and now that you can taste him, you want more and more.

Loving hands caress your body over your nightie, moving down lower and lower until Steve begins to punch it up at your waist. He pulls back to slide it up and over your head. He tosses it onto the floor and then leans back to balance on his knees as you sit up and pull his white t-shirt off of him.

As soon as he’s free of it he dives back onto you, settling more comfortably now that he has your bare breasts pressed against his chest.

“Uh, Y/N.” He whispers, fire breath against your throat as he kisses along your shoulder and down the soft flesh of your breasts before taking your nipple into his mouth. His tongue traces salacious circles making it pucker.

You sigh, a soft high whimper escaping the part of your lips as you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down on you.

His hands are everywhere, feeling the skin of your arched back, sides, hips, waist, thighs, briefly he touches the moist spot of your sex, making you shudder.

“Shit…Steve…” You mewl and it drives his hips down hard against your damp panty covered core.

He wants you and you want him…but this is all you can give him. He seems to know that because he meets your mouth again in a hungry kiss as he braces his hands beside your shoulders. He moans around your lips, shoving his hard clothed cock against your core.

He grinds into you, pressing hard, wanting to be inside you but he knows you won’t let him. You want him inside you too, but you can’t bring yourself to push his pants down. You curl up and around him as he continues to plough against your nub and take hold of his bottom, pulling him closer, urging him to move faster, rougher.

He drops down against you, kissing the top curve of your breasts as he enjoys their feel against his hard, chiseled pecs.

Your whimpers grow louder, faster, and your legs become vices around his hips. He shoves himself against you harder, feeling your need for release. It rushes up into you, bursting from the spot his cock is still rubbing into your hips, down into your legs and feet. You curl your toes as the climax floods you, cramping your foot as Steve grinds only two more times and then stills over you as he grunts in satisfaction. Delicious grunts. God, you want to hear him make those sounds all night.

Both bodies heaving. Both of you yearning for more. You cling to each other as your heart explodes in elation but also breaks in fear.

“I-I…” You swallow hard, breathing heavily and dripping with the sweat of effort.

“I know.” Steve groans, shoving his face into your neck, his arms tight around you but not in desire anymore. It’s in fear and desperation.

“I have to tell him, Steve.” You want to cry but you also don’t want to ruin this moment.

“I know.” He says, deep voice hitching and unsteady as he pulls back to look at you.

“I love you.” You whisper. And you do. You really do. How do you go back to not having this? Not having Steve? You can’t go back. Fuck, what did you do?

“I love you, Y/N. So much.” He whispers then leans down to kiss you softly, lovingly, like you’re the only thing that matters.

You and Steve hold hands until you absolutely must let go. You stare at him, terror and love pouring from your eyes just as it does from his. He lets your fingers go, reluctantly pulling his hand and shoving it into his pocket as the back of the jet opens up.

You both disembark and your Sergeant is there, racing towards you with his metal arm gleaming in the light of the setting sun streaming in from the open hangar door. He nearly tackles you, cradling you against his chest as he pulls you in for a kiss. It’s needy and wet and when he pulls away, you’re laughing because it’s so good to be back in his arms.

“I missed you so much.” He whispers and you hold him tighter, watching Steve walk towards the elevator in the distance over Bucky’s shoulder. He turns to press the button and the pain in his eyes is sharp and it stabs you right in the fucking heart.

“I missed you, too.” You confess. “I couldn’t really sleep without you there. Tossed and turned all night.”

“That must have bugged the hell outta Steve.” He says it so casually that you’re sure he seriously has no idea what you’re about to tell him.

“Bucky…” You begin and he can see the bad news coming.

“Did something go wrong?” He asks, worried, hands dropping to your waist as he looks you over.

“No. Nothing went wrong I just...I’m afraid you’re going to be mad at me.”

“Why?! You didn’t go around fucking bad guys, did you?” He’s half joking but when you don’t laugh, he frowns. “Okay, this isn’t funny, what’s going on?”

“I’m going to ask you to do something. And it’s the most selfish thing that I have ever asked anyone to do for me.”

“Okaaaaay?” Bucky probes carefully, steel blue eyes uncertain.

“I love you. You know that. So much. More than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life.”

“I know that, baby-doll.” He says, drifting closer, his arms winding around your waist.

“But-I need you to keep an open mind, Bucky.”

He doesn’t speak again; he simply turns confused eyes on you.

“You’re not the first man that I’ve ever loved like this. I-I love someone else too. Right now. While I love you.”

“You wanna leave me?” He asks, shattered.

“No!” You rush to say, placing your hands on his cheeks. “No, Bucky. Never. I love you. I never want to leave you. I want to be with you. Forever.”

“But you said-?”

“I said that you’re not the only man I love. I love someone else too and I-I want to be with them too. Like I am with you.”

“What?” He scoffs. “You want me to share you?”

You bite your lip. “I told you to keep an open mind, didn’t I?”

“Are you joking right now? Tell me this is a joke.” You can see the upset on his face. What if you lose him over this? What if Bucky leaves you?

No. That can’t happen! But you can’t forget Steve either.

“It’s not a joke, Bucky.” You assure him, the agony in your eyes so clear that his disbelief and anger shift to concern and back to confusion.

“So, you-you want to be with this other guy too? The way we are?”

You can only nod.

“Well, who the fuck is it?” Bucky demands, slightly angry again and probably ready to rip this second guy’s head off.

“It’s-” Will it matter? Will it make a difference that Bucky loves him too? “It’s Steve.”

“Steve?” Bucky asks. “My Steve? Steve Rogers? THAT Steve?!”

You nod. “Yes.”

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Matchup ^_^

 Okay… So im hoping you’re still taking match-ups still, (if you’re not doing mash-ups, im sorry, you can ignore this.), and if you are may I ask for one?

Information: Female, 5’6-5’8 (Not sure exactly how tall I am.) I love to write, yet I don’t share much of it with others. I like to learn about different places, and would love to travel at some points. Conscious when it comes to meeting people, and have a hard time trusting people in general. I love the art of war, and while I wouldn’t want to be in one, watching one from (very) far away intrigues me. I also love to learn about different weapons, swords, throwing knives, guns, (I would love to learn how to use a sword and guns, know how to use throwing knives.) I do have very murderous thoughts, not gonna lie. I usually keep to the bitch face expression and death starring people. However if I do warm up to people I show them a softer and quieter side. I whisper a lot if im tired, or sometimes just do it randomly. Very insensitive towards feelings. Mine and others, I won’t notice anything related to emotions if you don’t tell me. And that’s about it.

Please and thank you!

P.s, For Ikemen Sengoku

Another P.s, Im sorry if you aren’t doing them or i did it wrong. also sorry if any part of this sounds insensitive.

Match up!

Hey there love I hope you didn’t have to wait too long for this @thedollarstoresatan​ ^0^ Thanx so much for the request and I hope you enjoy it! 

So I match you with……………. Nobunaga 

Lol not gonna lie I had some trouble deciding between Nobunaga, Sasuke, and Kenshin lol

When you first arrived in the past, you were met with a sword at your throat. Mother dearest didn’t like the idea of some random girl showing up and becoming their castle caretaker. This boy didn’t trust you at all, and your mistrust of him was painted over your face. Not gonna lie Hideyoshi backed down slightly when he saw the furious look in your eyes. If looks could kill, he would be dead. And with his sword at your throat and frustration levels rising you count help but imagine 100 different ways to kill Hideyoshi and dispose of the body. When you saw him back of you smiled a little at yourself, looks like he got the message. You now we’re staring at Nobunaga, who simply wore the most amused grin. You were definitely going to shake things up for them.

That night Nobunaga pulled a classic Nobu and invite you to his room to “warm his bed”. You obviously flat out refused him. So he instead opted to entertain himself by playing a game of go with you. You had never played but had really come to enjoy it. You had come to appreciate the war aspects without physically killing people. Nobunaga couldn’t help but smirk at the bright look you had in your eyes as you played. And honestly, your strategies were extremely good for a mere beginner. You almost had him beat with your first game. And that is when you let it slip that you loved the art of war. You explained that war and the strategies that go into it have always intrigued you. He was a little shocked to have met a woman who actually liked and understood the concept of war. The two of you spent the rest of the evening talking about his ambitions and playing go. He found it refreshing to have someone who could understand the difficult decisions he had to make. He loved the way your eyes lit up with curiosity when he would explain things relating to the art of war.  Not only that but it always surprised him when you too could give him some insight to what you had learned about it.

Classic Nobunaga took it upon himself to teach you everything he knew about war, even if that meant taking you with him to the battlefield. He would recommend strategy books for you to study to feed your thirst for knowledge. He would also let you help him write up important documents teaching you about all the ins and outs and behind the scenes happenings of actually planning a battle. Although you were having some trouble with reading and writing things in this time period, cause everything looked so squiggly and foreign. Nobunaga rudely just assumed you were illiterate, that was until you whipped out your journal. It looked a bit tattered and old, and only had a few more blank pages left. It started off as a bullet journal, but being trapped in the past had inspired you to start writing all sorts of little short stories. As Nobunaga started to read through it, he was amazed at some of the stories you had written. Although it was now his turn to struggle reading your futuristic handwriting. He taught you how to read and write, and in return, he demanded that you write him some stories and read them to him at night after your game of go. He loved listening to your stories, and he was amazed at how just listening to your writing would teleport him into a different world.  

You were definitely the most amusing fireball. Nobunaga has never met a woman quite like you. You had once again saved his life and was offered a reward. Everyone looked at you with expecting eyes thinking you would ask for some jewelry, clothes, or something cute. But nope, instead, you wanted to learn how to use a weapon. You plainly stated that you wanted to learn how to use a gun, sword, and/or learn to throw throwing knives correctly. The blood practically drained out of Hideyoshi’s face. He looked at you with mama bear worry in his eyes profusely, trying to convince you to chose any other reward. The trouble-making trio all just laughed amusingly at the lucky little charm wanting to arm herself. Once the laughter died down Nobunaga spoke “Very well if my fireball wants to learn how to use a sword as a reward I shall grant it,” Mitsuhide also spoke up at this time “I do suppose the little mouse can join Ieyasu in my shooting lessons,” and that is how you started learning to use weapons. In the mornings, you and Nobunaga would train, and in the evening, Mitsuhide would teach you to shoot. By the end of the month, you were a pro in both and was now convincing Nobunaga to show you how to use throwing knives. He really enjoyed spending time with his fireball. You were a quick learner with a lot of grit and resilience. And you loved to see Nobunaga sweet side, after training, he would always take you up to his room to apply salve to all your cuts and bruises from training. Not to mention the fact that he would share his candy stash with you as a reward for a job well done

It is a well-known fact that Nobunaga loves going on adventures and traveling, his dream apart from conquering japan is to travel the world. He is one of the few people who believes that you won’t fall off the face of the earth if you sail the seas and that the earth is round, not flat. You tell him about all the places you’ve been to and have seen, and he is in awe. The two of you actually sneak out quite a lot to go on little adventures even if it is just to a nearby region for tea, feeling the wind in your hair and seeing different sights along the way makes it well worth the trip. Both of you also would often talk about future plans after japan has been unified. The both of you may or may not have made a pact to travel the world together when all the wars are over.

Honestly, Nobunaga loves your soft sweet side. That side is reserved for him only. You love how you don’t have to worry about having to notice specific emotions Nobunaga. He is very open and honest with you and will tell you exactly how he feels when he feels it. He knows that the best way to deal with a problem is facing it head-on without beating around the bush. The two of you have the most open, honest relationship with each other. Both of you are blunt and insensitive on the outside. However few know that when the two of you are alone, and together the cinnamon roll within comes put. Nobunaga loves it when you randomly whisper talk to him. He has also noticed you do this when you are tired. Whenever you speak to him like that, he pulls you straight to his room, sits down while pulling you down with him. He gently lets you rest your head on his thigh while he gently starts playing with your hair. “Rest now fireball, I’ll be right here to watch over you.” The two of you had long ago confessed your feeling for each other. And you really enjoyed sweet soft moments like this.

Nobunaga will do anything to see his little fireball happy. He loves to spar and talk battle and strategy with you. You bring new ideas and perspectives to the table which he really enjoys. The two of you can often be found off traveling and going on adventures. Much to mother dearests disapproval. You guys would just disappear for days leaving nothing but a note saying BRB. You guys definitely get an earful from Hideyoshi about these spontaneous adventures. When you are home, the two of you will just sit together on the balcony drinking some sake and spending the night in each other’s arms. Nobunaga will usually drop a few kisses on your forehead and cheek to remind you of his love and affection

Other potential matches………………….. Kenshin, 

Thank you so much for the request, dear! I hope you enjoy and have a good day!^3^

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BnHA Chapter 236: Mr. Stark I Don’t

Previously on BnHA: We kicked off Year Five Of This Bullshit with another Tomura flashback! Once upon a time there was a boy named Tenko. Little Tenko was very cute and happened to have a real prick of a father who forbid his kids from talking about heroes and punished them severely when they broke that rule. Like, he locked Tenko outside for hours and even fucking hit him when he found out he looked at that picture of Nana. It was super fucked up and very unpleasant to read, and on top of that Horikoshi peppered the entire chapter with hints that the supposedly quirkless Tenko was slowly developing his Decay quirk, so much of the chapter was also spent waiting for that shoe to drop. The chapter ended with a sobbing Tenko hugging his dog Mon-chan (a very good boy) and thinking that he hated everyone, as the scene slowly faded to black. After that we don’t know what happened. Presumably Mon-chan went to live on a farm with lots of other puppies where he could spend the rest of his days in cute doggy bliss. I’m sure Horikoshi will allow me to continue indulging in this theory.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi doesn’t let me indulge in shit! Horikoshi is all “lol bitch you thought!!” Horikoshi shows us the dead dog!! Horikoshi shows us the scared and sobbing child! Horikoshi shows us the sister! Horikoshi shows us the grandma and grandpa and the mom! Meanwhile poor Kotaro is all, “I suddenly wonder where my whole family has gone,” and goes outside and sees All Of That and is horror-struck. Through a series of terrible but also hilarious coincidences he accidentally smacks Tenko with a big stick, and Tenko suddenly realizes he’d like nothing more than to just STRAIGHT UP!! MURDER HIS DAD!! and so he does. And that’s basically it, guys. That’s my summary of the chapter. I would also like to add that for some reason I ended up fucking loving it in the end, though it was a real roller coaster back and forth until those last few pages. So yeah. Might want to steer clear of me, because I’m sure that’s some kind of red flag there. This motherfucking chapter, guys. I don’t even know.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity immediately afterward, and added one or two ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.)

thank you anon but rest assured I’m already filled with a deep and profound dread. so we’re good

oh. heh

well that’s just. okay. sure. so a whole nother chapter of this. okay yeah that’s great

oh sweet jesus mary joseph oh shit oh fuck oh SHIT

THAT’S NOT A FARM!! HORIKOSHI!! WE HAD A DEAL! YOU SET ME UP

holy shit!?!? and this is only the start of the chapter oh god. oh god oh god. MR. STARK I DON’T

no thank you I want to return it. reason: item exactly as described. I don’t know what I was expecting. we knew exactly what was going to happen. but I still -- !!

how is the anime going to show this?? no one even wants to watch the senseless blood and violence for once. does Japan do those warning things where a “the following program includes scenes of graphic violence that may be disturbing to some viewers” screen appears before the thing airs? if not they should probably consider it. maybe change “some” to “all”, because let’s be real

anyway so guys I’m waiting for Horikoshi to email me my free shipping label so I can send this back, but in the meantime let’s continue to read I guess

WOW

THAT’S A DEAD DOG. THAT DOG IS LYING IN PIECES IN A POOL OF HIS OWN BLOOD, HUFFING HIS LAST HUFFS. HORIKOSHI REALLY DREW THAT. THAT IMAGE WAS BURNED INTO TENKO’S MIND FOR THE REST OF HIS EXISTENCE AND NOW I GET TO LIVE WITH IT AS WELL. WELL THAT’S JUST REALLY FUCKING GREAT. YIPPY SKIPPY

OH JOY

HANA GO BACK INSIDE, IF HORIKOSHI GRAPHICALLY DRAWS YOU BEING BLOWN INTO CHUNKS BY THIS FUCKING QUIRK I’M FUCKING DONE AND I QUIT. AND I KIND OF NEED TO CONTINUE UNTIL I AT LEAST LEARN BAKUGOU’S FUCKING HERO NAME, SO I’M COUNTING ON YOU HERE OKAY

by the way, this is weird though. because that didn’t look anything like the prior instances where we’ve seen Tomura use his quirk! there was no crumbling apart, no dust ominously drifting away on the breeze. it was more like poor Mon-chan just kind of fell apart into pieces. is this because the quirk is still developing and not yet at full power? or is this more AFO shenanigans in play. it at least explains why it was plausible for their hands to be intact once everything was said and done though

really I’m just trying to talk myself into believing that this didn’t actually happen and is all some grand fucked up psych out and his family is actually fine. I saw this post going around about Tenko’s mole (you know, the one on his chin) not being present in all the scenes last chapter, and the theory was that the scenes where he doesn’t have the mole were not actually real and were implanted by AFO. I personally think this is a reach, but I’m also prepared to 100% subscribe to this theory if and when anything happens to this precious baby girl when I click to the next page you guys. we shall see

okay so Hana’s apologizing because I guess she’s the one that ratted him out to their dad? girl it’s okay you were under a lot of pressure. it’s not like it’s your fault Kotaro flew off the deep end and started beating your brother

anyways but this is currently the least of your worries though oh god. she hasn’t noticed yet, and Tenko’s sobbing and trying to talk to her but his voice isn’t working??

is that because he’s traumatized, or because this is in fact a fake memory? not being able to warn a beloved person of an imminent danger is basic nightmares 101, I’m just saying. I’m actually a bit more convinced than I was just a minute ago

anyway so now she sees the dead dog, and I have a new least favorite panel in the entire series, great

hello, I hate everything about this. what the actual fuck

now she’s turning to run and I SWEAR TO GOD if Tenko instinctively reaches out to grab her... shit. I fucking...

-- WHAT DID I JUST -- !! !!!

son of a bitch. fuck. I’m literally frozen in place and having trouble willing myself to scroll down to see the rest of this. like, can we seriously just stop here. fuck!!

shit. I need a minute. holy fucking shit. I want an actual apology from Horikoshi, and an explanation for why he thought his readers apparently lacked the imagination to fill in the rest of the blanks themselves. like, I was perfectly fine with all of this just being Very Much Implied, dude. seriously

fuck me. I’m just gonna do it. power through the rest of the chapter and assess the resulting psychological damage once it’s all over and done with. okay deep breath. we’re going in

oh honey. oh baby no. oh my god the “crack crack” sound effects again, and the lines of blood appearing oh god

and of course he didn’t realize what was happening at first, didn’t realize it was him. honey it’s not your fault. but you now officially have Murder Rights to All for One, and if anyone else gets to deal the final blow I will fucking sue

hahaha, fuck

at least he didn’t go into the same level of detail as with the fucking dog. but I’m still calling the police, holy shit

if anything, Tenko’s reaction actually makes this even worse than Mon-chan’s death, though. and you know, also the fact that it was a six-year-old girl. who died terrified and in agony and not knowing why this was happening to her. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

somewhere Ito Junji is reading this and wishing he’d come up with this shit. Nakayama Masaaki is taking notes. Stephen King is waking up in a cold sweat thinking to himself that for some reason he really wants to start reading shounen manga all of a sudden

sob now everyone is running outside except for his father. of course. saving the best for last. it’s almost as though someone fucking engineered all of this to make it as psychologically damaging to the kid as possible! but who could possibly be twisted enough to do something like that? oh hey there All for One, you sure look happy. why are you smiling so much. what do you mean, it’s a secret. you son of a bitch

hey do you guys want to see the expression of a mother seeing her youngest child screaming and sobbing and covered in blood and surrounded by the bloodied remains of a dead dog and something else that is hopefully unidentifiable because if not holy shit for real? anyways, do you? you don’t? sure you do. Horikoshi thinks you do, so here it is

t-minus five seconds before the level of Horrifying escalates yet again! five... four... three...

oh shit??

did he do that thing again?? disintegrate them without even touching?? or did we just jump-cut to right afterward? because if it’s the latter, you mean to tell me we did that with the mom and grandparents but couldn’t do it with Hana and the dog!? and if it’s the former then that’s really interesting though, because I was under the impression he’d been incapable of that until just a few chapters ago when the grown-up him awakened the ability in the middle of Deika City. maybe it’s something he can only do when under extreme mental duress

oh wait, never mind, I scrolled a bit further down and it seems like his mom is still alive. I guess that was Hana he was reaching out towards there. anyways so here’s his mom’s horrified face again

actually, wait. before we click to the next page, let me go back to the four panels right above these, because this is actually really interesting and deserves more analysis

I really like this actually. Horikoshi acknowledging that even though his mother and grandparents were very kind and loving, they were still complicit in his suffering in a way because they knew what was going on, and they let it happen. this is actually huge, and I’m really grateful to Horikoshi for calling attention to it and pointing out how damaging that was. I’m actually very pleasantly surprised to see it acknowledged

but maybe I shouldn’t be, because this is after all something that’s very important to the story’s themes of heroism. my thoughts immediately ran to Horikoshi’s own favorite hero, Spider-Man, and the whole “with great power comes great responsibility” thing. if someone needs help, and you’re in a position where you could do something but you choose to not take action, then you do bear some responsibility for what follows. “when you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you”

just, this is a theme that has always resonated with me, and one of the most important themes of hero stories in general. and obviously I’m not saying Tenko’s mom and grandparents are in any way bad people, or that what happened is their fault, because it’s not! but all the same they could have done something and they didn’t, and if you were to ask me what I think is the most essential, defining aspect of what makes someone a hero, I would say it’s that. the difference between stepping in, and not stepping in. if you were to boil it down to one single point, that would be it. a hero is someone who helps

anyway. so I really like that. maybe I won’t send this chapter back after all

OR MAYBE I WILL AND NEVER FUCKING MIND!! I DON’T!! FEEL SO GOOD!! MR. STARK!!

holy shit you guys. I have no words. somewhere the person who wrote Mufasa’s death scene is taking notes. the person who wrote Littlefoot’s mom’s death is shook. the person who wrote Bambi’s mom’s death is rubbing their chin and thinking, “honestly mine is still more traumatizing, but I can still respect that”

meanwhile I, a millennial forged in the ashes of all of those childhood-defining fictional tragedies, am going to just suck it up and move on because fuck. my whole life has been preparing me for this day

oh my fucking god

fuck me why did I laugh. I fucking lost it just now. fucking gallows humor, idk

just. his entire family is being blown to little bits in the backyard, and Kotaro cracks open his fucking door and peers his head out like “hmm I thought I heard something just now. hey, where is everyone. did I miss something.” no you didn’t miss anything Kotaro, go back inside

he looks like a kid who’s not sure if he just heard the ice cream man driving by

sob. “better go investigate”

look what happened while you were taking your fucking nap, Kotaro. JUST LOOK! your son disintegrated your whole entire family and uprooted a fucking tree somehow. jesus christ

you know, the irony is I bet you that despite all of his hang-ups, he’s probably thinking “okay maybe a hero would come in fucking handy right about now”

oh shit

“you think this is a fucking joke?!” Horikoshi screams, shoving this page in my face. “you’re just going to sit there and keep making your cute little remarks?? A FAMILY IS DEAD!!” okay jeez I get it fuck

oh no, oh shit for real though I can’t

he’s so scared and traumatized and now he knows, he knows it was him who did it and he can’t bear it, and even though he hates his dad, he’s still his dad, and he’s terrified and looking for comfort from anyone at this point oh god

and for Kotaro to see his son like this, and the rest of his family dead in such a horrifying way! just!!

and fuck me, because if he reaches out to try and comfort him, if he ends up dying because his better instincts finally take over now of all fucking times; if he tries to help and Tenko knows what’s going to happen when they touch and tries to stop him but can’t...

okay but what

Tenko’s quirk is really behaving strangely though. like this is ridiculous. at this rate he’s gonna take the whole house down with him

also there’s no way all of the neighbors just sat by all la dee da and didn’t go to investigate afterwards. 100% AFO had a hand in all this. shit

now also feels like a good time to point out, before we wrap this all up, that with Kotaro being the only one still alive now, there is no one around to shout “Tenko, no...!” when that hand is reaching out to his forehead. so I’m very curious to see how Horikoshi plays this out, because now more than ever I’m suspecting that the altered memory theory is really true

(ETA: well. shit.)

anyway, so now what looks like a tree pruner is just randomly falling into Kotaro’s hands, for some reason. just like we all expected

of all the ways I imagined this actually playing out, this was not one of them

hmm, interesting

so did he disintegrate the pruner and then get pissed at his dad thinking he was trying to hurt him again? and then instinct just took over? guess we’re about to see

oh SHIT!!!

shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit

just, imagine like another 7 paragraphs of me just typing out “shit” over and over again. I don’t feel like actually doing it, but that’s basically an accurate summation of my thought process right now

I bet even AFO wasn’t expecting that. I picture him whistling softly from his hiding place nearby, watching all of this go down and making that excited Andy Dwyer face to nobody in particular

holy fucking shit, holy hell

guys I just decided this is actually my favorite villain origin story of all time. just like that. holy shit. this page though

okay you know what, let me just finish this up, and then I’ll try to sort out all of my messed up feelings. one more page to go I think. probably his hair turning white

why didn’t his hair turn white. Horikoshi you’re such a fucking troll

(ETA: or did it start to change though?? it’s really hard to tell with the shading on this page tbh. but it does seem to be lighter than his shirt, and closer to the shade of his pants instead. but I can’t tell if that’s just due to the lighting here or not. anyways.)

anyways, wow. so that’s the end. let me just sit down here for a moment and try to process this

that page, though. that mental break. the idea of him being so overwhelmed by the pain and trauma of what just happened that when his dad shows up and tries (from his perspective) to hurt him again, his mind just goes !! and snaps and goes “you know what, this is better, let’s just reframe all this shit to make it a good thing so that we can cope, because to hell with that. big fat nope to the alternative, right there! yeah no thanks we are not going to do that”

and him realizing that he finally has the power to stand up to his father and stop him from hurting him. and probably a part of him is also irrationally blaming his dad for being the reason this all happened, because it’s much easier to assign blame to something tangible here, rather than it all being a freak tragic accident that no one could have prevented. (or worse, his own fault. which it isn’t, but I’m sure he subconsciously blames himself regardless, so)

and even better if the person to blame is someone you already hated. so yes, that’s much better, let’s just do that

and that whole “somewhere deep in my heart” thing, I don’t buy that for a second to be honest. but I do believe that he believes that. that for his own self-preservation he desperately latched on to this idea and convinced himself that he’d wanted this all along. that it felt good. fine, then, I’ll become a monster to save myself

I keep going back to look at his face, though. and just. holy shit. if you’d told me a week ago or even five minutes ago that Horikoshi would write out the entire thing, all of it, in all of its sickeningly detailed glory, that he would just say “fuck it” and go all out, and that I would go from “take it back” to “okay I’ll allow it” to “you can pry this incredibly fucked up chapter out of my cold dead hands” in the span of three pages, I would have thought you were insane. and yet here we are. and it is insane. and I’m fairly disturbed by my own heel-turn here actually, but I can’t deny it though

just, shit. that was so good. I’m blown away by how good that was. Deku, stop looking at me like that

you know what, you don’t get to judge me, kid, okay. shut up

anyway guys, so that was one hell of a ride. I learned some things about myself, like that I will follow this maniac of a mangaka into much deeper and more fucked up chasms than I ever expected. and Tomura learned some things about himself, and I have a lot of Concerns about those things, but I guess that’ll just have to wait until next week! all the best until then, everyone

[the-taboo-king]

@more-than-a-princess answered [+]

Do not wander within the forest alone. Do not rely on your electronics. If you feel ill, leave. And most important, do not linger here after dark.

That had been the warning given to them at the edge of Hoia Baciu. The woman with the withered face, seemingly fatigued by both age and experience, had squinted at Sonia sharply. Perhaps, out of all the ghost hunters and horror enthusiasts who came before them, no one could match Sonia’s level of excitement. Or she was puzzled as to why a young, pretty girl, warm yet stylish in cashmere wool and an expensive looking trench coat, would be so fascinated to lose herself and her companion deep within the most haunted forest in Europe.

But it had been her request that, for her first non-official venture outside of Novoselic, that they thoroughly explore the woods and castles of Romania. It had also been left out of the ‘official’ itinerary Sonia had handed over to her parents, her personal assistant, and her security team. As the rest of Class 77-B made their farewells (some rather reluctantly) to return to Japan, she had been granted the only birthday request she’d made upon her eighteenth birthday: a real vacation, and for Gundham to accompany her. Surely she’d have no dispute to Venice, Paris, and Edinburgh…but Transylvania would have raised cause for concern. With communication less reliable and fewer hotels and restaurants her parents would deem acceptable for Sonia to visit, she was sure their scheme would have been terminated well before the plane had taken off.

Now, she was far away from Venice, where she was assumed to have traveled, and and the haunted island of Poveglia, former mental asylum and forbidden to tourists. For the first time in the past twenty four hours, her phone, like the rest of the forest around them, was deadly silent.

“It is beautiful here,” She whispered, leaves crunching under her black boots as they walked past rows of twisted, wavy trees, a deformity that affected the area’s vegetation in that region. An overcast day with a fog that lingered, Sonia had never experienced something this eerie and foreboding in her life. They had yet to arrive at the fabled clearing, rumored to allow people to pass through different universes as well as a spot for UFO sightings from decades prior. “Even if we have not reached the fabled Clearing yet, or the area of the Earth where nothing grows. It was a marvelous idea to insist being dropped off far away from the other tourists! I believe we have a much better chance to encounter spirits this way, or perhaps a demon!”

Sonia smiled to him, a radiant expression that looked out of place somewhere so dark and desolate. The only animals they’d seen so far were squirrels and three deer but it was only late morning. They had plenty of time for stories and supernatural encounters, far away from Hope’s Peak and Novoselic.

   Gundham takes a deep breath as he strides along side the princess, the tails of his large black trench coat trailing behind him. He sighs, relishing the scents of loam, damp wood, and the pleasant mist. But, most of all, he is enjoying finally being away from all those noisy tourists. He was growing sick of that cramped bus and certainly not looking forward to dealing with all their inane prattle disturbing the eerie atmosphere of Hoia Baciu. If they are going to spend their time in a haunted forest they better do so with the appropriate ambiance and sinister sensations running down their spines. Thus, the decision to ditch the tourist group had been a unanimous one.

   Although, since the threat of getting lost in this forest is a real one, being here without a guide may not be the wisest choice. A thought that does occur to him as his eyes scan the gloom around them. He does dismiss the concern quickly, the breeder believing he could guide them back out if they were to get lost. He does have a compass on him, and this wouldn’t be the first forest he’s ventured into. The well-worn black hiking boots he wears are proof of this. At least he knows they needn’t fear any wild animal attacks. His presence alone negates that.

   Eyes slide to Sonia as she whispers beside him. A small smile touches his features, the breeder pleased to see how much awe fills her gaze. She had been practically vibrating with excitement as they entered the forest. He kept himself far more subdued, of course, Gundham had been enjoying the suspicious glances the old woman was giving him, but he too finds this trip to be invigorating. The entire Romanian leg of their trip fascinates him.

   “Indeed. A land steeped in an otherworldly beauty. I can certainly see why many souls have been lured here to their agonising demise,” He too whispers, as if he is afraid of disturbing the peace. It is almost like the silence that clings to a graveyard. “ … Tell me again, my dear traveling companion, what manner of wicked and unexplained things occurred here. I feel a chilling tale will prepare us for the horrors we are soon to witness.”

   Gundham knows the stories. She has been regaling him with them for hours but there is just an excited light that fills her features as she tells them that is just so enchanting. It makes it quite difficult to grow tired of them.

[bohemian-rhapsody-slash]

Gift Fic

Thank you so much for the wonderful gift @macandlacy! I love love love the idea of Rog and John having a protective Dom chaperone during their Japan/Korea press tour ❤️ it’s so in keeping with the IBTYF universe and I love this so much!

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“Ajumma”

A gift fic for bohemian-rhapsody-slash as a humble thank you for all their amazing stories.  Set in their IBTYF universe.  This was inspired by a thread where Roger and John make a press tour of Japan and Korea on their own and charm everyone. 

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“A chaperone?”  Roger was reading over the final packet of info on the plane as they prepared to land in Japan.

Miami shrugged a little.  “Well, yes.  This is your first tour without your doms, and it is tradition in much of Asia that unaccompanied subs have an appointed chaperone.”

John shook his head but also had to smile.  “Isn’t that what you are?”

“I doubt I’m up to it,” Miami said dryly.

Roger and John just giggled as the fasten seat belt light came on.  “Want to bet that I can slip away from any chaperone within five hours?”

“No,” John said.  “I know I would lose that bet.”

They were met at the airport by the now usual fans, record company producers, and a lovely dom woman introduced as Mrs. Sato.  “Welcome back to Japan,” she said kindly, handing both subs a lovely bouquet of flowers.  They liked her immediately.

The Japan tour was perfect.  Between press conferences and photo shoots, there was still plenty of time to relax and chat with fans.  It was hard being away from their families, but there were lots of long-distance calls that helped to make up for the temporary separation.  Mrs. Sato was funny and very sweet, and both subs quickly bonded with her.  She was firm, but fair, and treated them as adults and professionals first, and then as subs that she was in charge of.  Judging by the conversations she had with Freddie and Brian, they liked her as well.  The Japanese press and fans loved Roger and John, and it was an amazing nine days.  High on success, they sadly said goodbye to Mrs. Sato, and headed for Korea.

Where they were presented to the indomitable Mrs. Kim.

She was what some might call a dom of doms.  Maybe five feet tall at the most, maybe 100 pounds.  But power radiated off her in all directions.  It was good that they met her in a private room at the airport because even Miami nearly dropped to his knees upon meeting her.  Roger and John did immediately kneel, as did more than half the entourage, including a few young doms who were completely intimidated.  She said nothing, just regarded everyone with an unreadable expression, and then held out her hands for Roger and John to take.  She helped them up, linked both arms with the subs, and led them out.  Roger and John didn’t dare to disobey her.  Even Miami, who was the temporary legal dom for the boys, trailed behind her helplessly, not willing to risk angering her.

They went straight to the hotel, and were taken to their suite.  All the Korean executives clearly answered to Mrs. Kim and did her bidding.  She snarled something at the assistant waiting for them in the suite and Roger and John were immediately handed phones so they could call home and check in.

“She scares me,” Roger whispered to Brian.

“Oh, come now.  She can’t be that bad,” Brian laughed.

“No, really, she is,” John told Freddie.  “Help us.”

Freddie chuckled.  “Put Miami on the phone, dear.”

Miami took the phone.  “She’s terrifying,” he said.  “Save us.”

At dinner that night, Mrs. Kim sat between Roger and John, ruling over the entire restaurant.  The assorted music artists and executives were allowed to speak to the subs only with Mrs. Kim’s permission and only in low respectful tones from a distance.  Even glances were nearly off limits when one dom looked at John too long for Mrs. Kim’s liking.  She picked up her knife and snarled snarled something at the man that had him running from the room.  After that, everyone, doms and subs alike, gave the Queen bandmates a wide berth.

Roger loved Asian food, so he was happily eating and trying a bit of everything.  John had a much less adventurous palate and between that and his general small appetite just picked at the food.  Mrs. Kim noticed, and glared at John, her message clear, until the bassist meekly ate enough to make her satisfied.

Back upstairs, Mrs. Kim took out their pajamas and firmly shoved them in the direction of the luxurious bathroom.  Both subs fled. 

“How long do you think we can stay in here?” John whispered.

“Depends.  How long is the tour?”

“Seven days.”

“Then seven days it is.”

John threw a handful of bubbles at the drummer.  “Don’t be ridiculous,” he hissed.  “There isn’t a lock on the door, and even if there was, she could likely break it down.”

An hour later, there was a sharp knock on the door.  Roger took a nervous deep breath.  ‘Y-yes?” he called, trying to not let his voice tremble.  He was the older sub, and needed to be strong for John.

The door swung open and Mrs. Kim glared at them.  “Bed.  Now.” She said crisply.  Both subs leaped from the tub.

In the bedroom, Mrs. Kim grabbed John’s hands and inspected them, also checking behind his ears, just like Roger and John did with their children.  Roger was next, and after passing inspection, she snapped her fingers, pointing at the bed.  They jumped in, and said not a word or made a move as she tucked them in, practically swaddling them and pinning them to the bed.  Apparently satisfied, she suddenly dropped a light kiss on each forehead and patted their hair before exiting the room, leaving the door open. 

“Is she going to stay outside all night?” Roger whispered as they watched Mrs. Kim pull up a chair outside their door.

“I think so,” John fretted.

“Oh God.”

The next morning Roger and John had to line up for inspection before Mrs. Kim decided they were clean and well dressed enough to leave for the day’s events.  She must have also screamed at someone, because the hotel provided a full English style breakfast for John, and she refused to let the bassist leave the table until he had eaten until he was near bursting. 

Their days were full of appearances and interviews, Mrs. Kim ruling over all of them with the air of a silverback gorilla.  Doms bowed to her left and right, knees visibly quaking in some instances.  Roger and John managed to enjoy the events despite their awe and terror of Mrs. Kim, a feeling which was shared by everyone.  After a TV interview where a reporter had been perhaps a tad too friendly, Mrs. Kim snapped three drumsticks with her bare hands.  Word must have gotten around, because all the other interviews were conducted with the reporters in open fear.

During the daily phone call home, Miami backed up the sub’s stories.

“She made a dom cry when he tried to take Roger’s hand to help him out a car,” Miami said, his tone still dazed.  “All she said was a few words and he literally started to cry and apologize.”

“A dom police office knelt to her,” Roger said frantically.  “I think she was going to kill him because he looked at John for more than three seconds.”

Brian laughed.  “Oh, come on now,” he said over the party line that all five were chatting on.  “Such stories.”

“I’m serious,” Miami said, his tone flat.  “I’m scared.  We can’t prove it, but I think she is a wanted murderer.”

Freddie clucked his disapproval.  “Miami, stop spreading crazy stories.”

“You won’t think I’m crazy when she explodes,” the poor lawyer said, and he hung up in total despair.

They somehow survived three days in Seoul, and then headed for the other major cities of Daegu and Buson where they would spend two days each before heading home.  Roger was counting the minutes, and John was totally quaking in his shoes 24/7.  The only thing keeping him from a breakdown was that Mrs. Kim’s general hostility was clearly aimed toward everyone *except* her charges.  She clucked over them constantly, and Roger and John automatically found themselves falling into whatever she demanded.  As long as they did what she ordered, they felt they might live.  No one dared to question her.

They were on train to Buson when it happened.

Of all people, a conductor turned out to be a crazed fan.  Screaming something about how he could make the subs love him, he made a beeline for Roger, who braced himself for crazy fan impact.  In a flash, though, Mrs. Kim knocked the man out with impressive martial arts moves, and rained down Hell on the reporters who tried to get pictures.  Roger saw her break a camera with her bare hands, and John was literally picked up by her and carried off the train when he twisted his ankle trying to climb over a seat to get out of the way.

The Korean people were mortified at the appalling behavior and disrespect to honored guests.  An armed escort took them first to a private hospital where they were checked (despite Roger and John’s honest words that they were not harmed) and then whisked to their hotel where they were sequestered.  Mrs. Kim was screaming, and everyone who spoke Korean was bursting into tears and frantically doing her bidding.  The foreign press who didn’t speak Korean needed no translation to understand she was out for blood.  Roger and John were just grateful that she seemed to like them.

“My sweet, precious, baby boys!” she wailed, clutching both of them in hugs that nearly smothered them.  “Oh, my darling perfect babies.  Don’t worry, Ajumma is here!”

For the remaining two days, Mrs. Kim made her earlier behavior seem downright negligent.  She practically cut their food for them, determined to protect her babies.  Roger and John couldn’t get out of her sight.

They kind of liked it.

The record company insisted that Mrs. Kim accompany Roger and John back to England to make sure they returned home safe.  At the airport, she gave Freddie and Brian icy appraising looks that had both doms nearly groveling at her feet.  For a minute, they wondered if Mrs. Kim would allow them to take back their subs, worrying that maybe they weren’t good enough for her babies.

She eventually allowed them to reunite, but only after Roger and John assured her that they were fine and liked their doms.

Roger and John insisted that Mrs. Kim stay and visit for a while.  All the kids fell in love with her and cried when she had to return home to her family.  Freddie and Brian were relieved when she left, as they had been nervous as Hell, still worried that Mrs. Kim would change her mind and kick them out of their own homes.

“Don’t worry,” Mrs. Kim assured the subs and their children as they all cried at the airport.  “Ajumma will be back.”  She sniffed at Freddie and Brian.  “Very soon,” she added. 

“Oh my God,” Freddie wailed to Brian as they left the airport.  “What are we going to do?”

Brian ran his hands over his face.  “I don’t know,” he admitted.  “She is so scary.”

Roger and John looked at the doms with puzzled expressions.  “Ajumma?  Scary?” Roger said skeptically.

“She’s a sweet and kind lady,” John added.

“I want Ajumma!” sobbed a young child.  The cry was taken up by all the kids.

From then on, Ajumma visited her Western family once a year, keeping Freddie and Brian on their toes to make sure they were still worthy of *her* children.

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“Ajumma” roughly translates to “auntie”.  It is a respectful title for an older woman.