#why does she say woah hey like that SHE WANTS TO FUCK THE CHICKEN

[ilaiyayaya]

God I am so tempted to watch Dungeon Meshi as it's airing even tho I know if I do I'll stop halfway through and never finish it because I am physically incapable of watching anime as it airs BUT LIKE IT'S SO WELL ANIMATED I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL MYSELF IF I SEE ONE MORE WELL ANIMATED CLIP THAT I'M NOT ALLOWED TO SEE IN THE SHOW ITSELF BECAUSE I WON'T LET MYSELF UNTIL IT'S OVER!!! First it was the Chil(l roomie, you can have another helping)chuck crawling away from the crab on the floor scene AND NOW I KEEP SEEING THE SAME 5 FUCKING GIFS OF CHIMERA FALIN RUNNING AROUND AND RIPPING HER TITS OFF AND ALL OF THEM LOOK MORE IMPRESSIVE THAN WHATEVER DUMBSHIT THAT LOSER LEONARDO DA VINKY MADE IN LIKE 1602 OR WHATEVER!!! Trigger at their peak is like cocaine, I'm like Laios except instead of being gay and autistic for monsters I'm girl gay and autistic for really well animated monsters and also non-monsters, but like well animated monsters specifically get like 10 extra points drawing chicken chimeras is like extra hard and thus extra impressive and also extra hot!

I'm going to fucking tear off all of my skin if I have to resist seeing good animation for 1 more fucking day I can't take it anymore I'M GONNA DIE I'M GONNA ROT AND MELT AND MY CORPSE IS GONNA GROW NUTRITIOUS POISONOUS MUSHROOMS ALL OVER IT!!!

At this point I don't even care about anything else, the amazing story, the characters, the gay gay homosexual, none of it matters to me anymore it's all bonus IT'S ALL WORTHLESS all I need now is to watch that giant chicken climb up a wall and be able to actually stare at it and analyze it and rewatch those 2 seconds over and over for an entire hour and not just be able to scroll past and glance at it and say "no no no i cant see that yet, I must not, I must resist" I DONT CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE I FEEL LIKE IM FUCKING HAVING A SEVERE PRESCRIPTION DRUG WITHDRAWAL There is more lust in my brain for the animation frames than the actual hot monster girl subject of them

Woah hey! Do you think marcille would ask falin if she could soap her tits and then say "wuh hey!" I think she would i think marcille would be a devilman fan and also british

Got out of bed, ate (like a Senshi-aligned producecore foodcel), exercised some, now I'm normal again and can think with common sense and rational logic. And normal me believes EVERYTHING I SAID IS TRUE I STILL STAND BY ALL OF IT EVEN WHILE NORMAL IT'S ALL TRUE EVERYTHING IS TRUE, SHE WAS SO CORRECT!!! AND ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE IS WRONG AND CAN DIE!!!

I'D FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF THAT CHICKEN!!! non-sexually. and sexually.

[finalgirlkateausten]

hi! A prompt for will x mac, if you're writing for them?

“ hey, go rest yourself, alright? let me handle the chores; you can’t be lifting these boxes in your condition! “

absolutely!! i have so much newsroom brainrot rn so thank you for this prompt 💖 (from this list if anyone else has requests for any of my fandoms/ships 😉)

"Alright, Billy, since we can finally agree that the paint is dry enough for me to set foot in the nursery, it's officially time to set everything up," MacKenzie says, bracing a box of board and picture books against her hip. The grip is awkward, but the third trimester of pregnancy means she can't carry anything in front of her unless it's small enough to balance on her bump.

"Woah, woah," Will interrupts, coming around the corner hefting the box that contains the currently-disassembled crib, "go sit down, Mac, alright? Let me handle carrying the stuff, you can't be lifting all these boxes in your condition."

She raises both eyebrows skeptically. "Will, with your back, you're hardly more suited to carrying the heavy bits than I am. How about we just take this one step at a time and hope no one gets hurt?"

Her husband huffs in protest but agrees with a grudging nod. "Alright. In that case, what's the first step?"

"The crib and the dresser will definitely be the biggest elements," Mac says slowly, pursing her lips, "but the crib is more exciting. So, finish dragging that in, and I'll start putting these books on the shelves you put up while you get out all the crib pieces."

"IKEA is amazingly useful and so angering all at the same time," Will grumbles. "Looks so good all set up in the store... but actually figuring out how to set it up is hell on earth."

"Don't be so dramatic," MacKenzie laughs, looking over her shoulder with a teasing smile. "It's a bonding experience."

"Just me proving that I would do anything for the two of you," Will agrees, his smile giving away the lack of true irritation in the room. He pulls a box cutter from the back pocket of his jeans, and Mac hides her pleased laughter by refocusing on the bookshelves.

An hour later, the crib is... slightly more assembled, but even Mac's enthusiasm has dampened. She scowls at the wrinkled paper of instructions, looking back and forth from it to their messy pile of crib pieces. "Why the fuck would they not give us all the correct screws for putting the bars together?"

"I'm pretty sure they did, Mac," Will replies, his voice tired and a wrinkle in his own brow. "I counted all the little bits when I opened it all up... the screw's gotta be here somewhere."

"Damnit," she swears. "Fucking soft carpet that you were sweet enough and stubborn enough to put in all by yourself that's practically the same color as the fucking screws..."

"Hey." Will lays a hand on her shoulder. "Forget the screws, I already have a headache from all this fine print. Why don't we take a lunch break?"

Ordinarily, MacKenzie would want to see the task through to the end, now that she's started it, but she's so damn hungry all the time now that the promise of food could distract her from most anything. "Hm. That does sound nice."

"What are you craving this week?" Her husband asks, beginning a slow massage on her hunched shoulders."You liked it when we made pesto together last week..."

"Mhm," she agrees, closing her eyes. "What's that diner, on the other side of Manhattan... it has all those amazing sandwiches... that chicken panini with the mozzarella and pesto sauce... they make it hot, it's so good."

"I remember that place," Will says, grunting as he stands. Even Mac can hear his knee pop, but he offers her a hand anyway. "Alright. Well, put on a sweater, it's cold as balls out there."

"You're going to be good at this," MacKenzie says, giggling as she presses a kiss to her cheek. "Worrying is already second nature for you."

"Only 'cause I love you so much," Will mutters, pulling her into him and pressing a kiss behind her ear. She smiles, turning to look back at him.

"Well, good. Because I love you, too."

[mypimpademia]

Okay, Okay, hear me out! But fluff headcannons of Mirio, Shinsou, Kirishima, and Bakugo with a crush that has plump lips. She doesn’t even need to pout or pucker them because that’s how full they are. So Mina or the class is playing Seven minutes in Heaven and the boys are paired with their crush 👉🏾👈🏾

Mirio x f!reader, Shinso x f!reader, Kirishima x f!reader, Bakugo x f!reader

TW: Swearing

Note: this is so cute🥺, and im sorry this took forever, but I hope you like these💖

For Mirio, you guys are at a party, and for Shinso

Thank you to @imabitobsessedlove @angiebug101 (Kirishimas part) and @kunikida-kun (Shinsos part) for helping me w some ideas on this!

Taglist: @myhoodacademia @katsuflossy @iiminibattlehero @ecao @nnnoya @hawklmaoo @strawberry-ice @mixfi @wolfkid22 @mythiccheroacademia @myfandemons @lilsparkyswife @her-majesty-kiara @mindofess @kqtsukisgf @1-800-s1mping @angiebug101 @mads-fairy @solar3lunar

MIRIO.

He honestly never hid that he had a crush on you, so you probably already know he liked you

So he's excited when the bottle spins to you, and then him

He smiles at you and helps you up off the ground from the spot in your circle

Nejire holds open the closet door for the two of you, and winks at Mirio as you walk in

"Seven minutes on the clock!"

Your lips are honestly his favorite physical feature on you

Not a day goes by where he doesn't stare at them and wonder how soft they'd be, how it'd feel to kiss them, how it'd feel if you kissed him on the cheek, just all that

Despite how bad he wants that though, he just holds a normal conversion with you

He just asks you randomly to at least get a kiss on the cheek

"Heya, times almost up. Can at least get a kiss on the cheek from my favorite angel before our time in heaven runs out?"

You were honestly kinda shocked, but not entirely because no one doesn't just not notice someone else's eyes flickering down to their lips through a conversation

So you gave him a kiss on the cheek, but not before having to recover from the sudden heat that flooded to your face

Mirio gave you a lil kiss back before Nejire flung open the door and said your time was up

He invited you to come to another party with him next weekend

Why?

Because next time you play seven minutes in heaven, hes kissing you for real and asking you out

SHINSO.

His heart lowkey skips a beat when Mina picks you as the one to go in with him

But his exterior is as cool toned as always

As you both step into the closet, he gives you a small smirk, one filled with confidence

But it all flushed away as soon as the door clicked shut

"7 minutes starts now!" Mina cheered

This was nowhere near your first time being alone together, but for some reason, this time was so damn nerve-wracking

You noticed Hitoshi clearly feeling some kind of anxiousness, so you started up a small conversation

Not about anything in particular, but just something to pass the time

Hitoshi was internally cursing himself for being anxious all of the sudden, and in front of you, his crush, of all people

His eyes darted around, looking at everything but your own eyes

The wall, dusty trinkets on a high shelf, some boxes, his shoes, your shoes

Till they finally landed on your lips

He suddenly wanted to kiss you more than ever, and got a sliver of confidence back in the same moment

"40 seconds left!"

Hitoshi seized the moment, walking up to you, chest to chest but when he was just an inch from meeting lips with you he found himself flustered all over again

You laughed under your breath and rolled your eyes

You sealed the two of you together, and pulled back and Mina opened the door just a second after

"Times up!"

Hes really hoping that next time he wouldn't chicken out

KIRISHIMA.

His heart skipped a beat and his breath stopped when Mina pointed at him

He had to pinch himself a little to stop a bright red blush from going to his face too

"Seven minutes!"

Eijiros eyes often found themselves on your lips, before darting away, looking into space, anywhere but there

It'd be so much more obvious that he was doing so I a setting where you two were completely alone, and he thanked God that the closet didn't have much light in it

But you knew either way, there was no way you couldn't miss it with the way he did it constantly

Despite being a nervous wreck internally, Eijiro managed to hold a decent conversation

Just about normal stuff, like who you knew at the party outside of 1-A and some of 1-B, and dumb stuff some people at the party did

At some point in the conversation, you started applying lip gloss/chapstick

And thats when Eiji malfunctioned

He started stuttering and tripping over his words, till they eventually trailed off into silence paired with a blush more red than his hair

He stuck out like a sore thumb with how red he was, even in the dark

At that point you sighed and mentally said "fuck it"

You grabbed Eijiros chubby🥰 cheeks, and kissed him

He froze up for a moment, before eagerly kissing you back

"Alright you two–"

You pulled back hearing Minas voice outside the door

"Times up!"

The door swung open and Mina let you past, and Eijiro behind you as he mumbled aloud while locking his lips

"Mmm... Cherries..."

BAKUGO.

He acts like he doesn't give a shit but everyone knows he does

Hes fighting back a bright red hue, and ends up turning his face pink while doing so

His hands are sweating, and the room starts to smell like buring caramel

"7 minutes starts... NOW!"

It's silent for about 10 seconds till Bakugo says something

"Why the hell did I agree to play this shitty game..."

You laughed

You had a slight hunch that Katsuki had a crush on you

Mina swore on everything that he 100% did, but you weren't totally sure considering it's Katsuki of all people

"C'mon, being locked in a closet with me can't be that bad."

His eyes flicked to yours for a moment before he started blushing again

He was honestly avoiding looking at you so he didn't end up staring at your lips and have you think he was a creep or something

There's not a day that has gone by since he started liking you where he didn't think of how it'd feel to kiss you

Your lips just always looked so nice, he'd kill for them to even brush his

The 7 minutes passed by smoothly, mostly just Katsuki complaining and you laughing, and him stealing glances at you

You heard the others start to count down from 10 outside the door, and decided to do a little something before time was up

"Hey, Katsuki."

"Wha–"

You kissed him.

It was only on the cheek, but it was a kiss nonetheless

And you broke him ngl

He instantly froze, a blush as red as Kirishimas hair creeping up from his neck all the way to his ears

"Times up- Woah, you alright Bakugo??"

Mina snapped her bright pink fingers in front of Bakugos face, only for him to look down and stuff his hands deep into his pocket before he could drip sweat everywhere

Being in a closet with you definitely wasn't bad

[coconutdays]

Puppy Love (Part 1)

Bakugou x fem!reader

The very long first part on my headcanon on the story of Bakugou’s crush on you and your crush on him

If you wanna be tagged in part 2, just send an ask!

Class 1A went out to go eat soba and your ass got slapped by some pervert

And before anyone could process what had happened, you punched the dude and handed his ass to him

Also went off with a bunch of profanities while you did it

“You greasy motherfucker, you think it’s fine to just do that! You want me to make you a human knot?! Shove your head so far up your ass that it tries to come out through your throat!”

Iida and Deku went to go pry you off the sleazebag as soon as they realized what was happening

Momo was the only smart one cause she called the cops 

Mineta got creepily horny, but it can’t be helped cause Bakugo kinda did too

He thought you were some soft weirdo that occasionally scarfed down dozens of Takoyaki balls

Why was he now noticing that you really liked takoyaki?

Anyway, he felt weird and couldn’t do anything

He was looking at you like when everyone was planning how to protect him during the training camp arc

He hadn’t known anyone else in the class to get that angry

Everyonce except him, Kaminari, Kiri, and Todoroki knew you could get that fired up, because they saw how you got when everyone went after UA at the hero licensing exam

Once the cops got there, they believed you guys as the good young pro-heroes in training you are and took everyone’s statements

It was all pretty fast and you guys were headed back to U.A in no time. 

Kiri as the gentleman he is, was the first to ask you if you were fine seeing as you still looked very angry

Deadass went (๑･`▱´･๑) “Yes!” and started crying

You’re an angry crier

Everyone was very concerned, especially when you raised your fists to dry your eyes and the sleeves to your pink hoodie fell back

Your knuckles were bleeding lmao

Bakugo found it oddly cute and he hated it

He shoved past you

“Tch. If you’re going to hand someone’s ass over to them, don’t cry like a pussy after!”

“Thing is, I am a pussy!” You sobbed

“Fuck that guy! I wanted to get coconut ice cream after the soba and he ruined my mood!”

He turned around just a bit and saw your angry pout. Mans said the first thing that popped into his head.

“Then we’ll go get you your damn coconut ice cream! Stop crying dumbass!

“Shut up! It’s coming out of annoyance from you! I only like my food coming out of love!”

〴⋋_⋌〵

I love these emojis too much

Meanwhile Momo made you some bandages and wrapped it on your fists as y’all walked back

When you guys got back. You didn’t feel like going to Recovery Girl and instead insisted on watching a movie

You felt better now and even flaunted the bandages on your knuckles for a bit

Bakugo ofc seeing as it was past eight, didn’t join you guys and thought about how annoying you were

Always making so much fucking noise with shitty hair and dunce face

The next day he found you studying by yourself at one of the dining tables

You were just minding your own business, listening to some cute ass beats

And the moment you felt someone there and saw him, you smiled softly

“Hey, Bakugo.”

And went back to studying

His heart went :D

What the hell

You know what

He’s mad now. He’s not going to ask about your fists no matter how much he wants to

He went to serve himself some water and heard you cough once while he filled his glass

Next thing you know, he slams a glass of water in front of you before walking back to the elevator as he mutters to himself like the angry lunatic he is

“Thanks?”

Now let me be frank

You never had a full blown crush on Bakugou

But you did acknowledge he wouldn’t be bad to go out with

This was how you thought of Iida, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kiri, you know

You found it funny when he got mad most of the time

Let me explain

Everyone was eating dinner and the topic of your perv ass whopping was mentioned

“Y/N gets angry like Bakugou.” Todoroki slurped more soba

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT HALF ‘N HALF BASTARD!”

This type of interaction was common and it was always harmless seeing as you always got a kick out of it

“LMAO I LOVE BAKUGOU.” You laughed

“WHAT?!” He was looking at you like you were crazy

You were mid bite through some of your steak with wide eyes

“Um Bakubro? Y/n always says that every time you get mad.” Kirishima broke to him

“I love my friends?” You raised your shoulders up in defense 

“Tch.”

Then the next week Kirishima dragged out Bakugo to the store to buy some weights

While they were out, you were chilling on the couch watching a hero movie

Close to the end, they came back

“Hey guys.”

BAM 

A hugeass box was dropped on your lap

You whipped your head between Bakubabe and the box profusely

“We already ate takoyaki and you’d fucking cry if you knew we went without you.”

Just as fast as he said it, he left to go with Kiri and left you contemplating whether to be offended or happy you got takoyaki

And your heart did a tiny little flutter

Meanwhile

“Bakugou, is that why you forced us to eat takoyaki?”

“Tch. What are you talking about? I was hungry.”

It wasn’t until a couple of days later that you developed a crush on him. 

This time, it was when you were too lazy to slice through your stuffed chicken breast during lunch and just stuck your fork through it. 

I myself see this as a genius move

But when you set down the chicken to take a sip of water, Bakugo stole away your plate and began slicing it into pieces.

“HEY!”

“YOU LOOK STUPID EATING YOUR FOOD LIKE THAT!”

He slid it back to you, perfectly cut slices on it, and you looked like this 

And from then on you’ve had a crush on Bakugou Katsuki

You hadn’t crushed on anyone for a long time

By crush, this wasn’t some kind of see them once and fall in love cause they’re cute

This was a, ‘Woah this is one of my classmates and friends’ crush and as scary as it was, it also felt nice

I kid you not, that day when class ended, you ran off to your dorm room and blasted the speakers in your room

Que you playing some cute crap like Feel Special by Twice or something with that vibe 

You jumped around your room with those incessant butterflies in your stomach going that couldn’t stop beaming, “Bakugou, Bakugou! ♡＾▽＾♡”

Okay this is adorable and all, but your personality will not solely become ‘I LIKE BAKUGOU’

You’re a wholeass person who angry cries

You think Shindo Yo from Ketsubutsu is hot, just saying. 

You look at other guys because you need to appreciate the view, you do this respectfully may I add

You’re smart

You’re stupid

So stupid

Headass thinks blatantly flirting with Bakugou sometimes is the way to make it seem like you DON’T LIKE HIM

Exhibit A:

The following day, you made sure you looked extra pretty, deciding to whip out your favorite lip product and did a nice hairstyle. 

Headass no.2 was more rude than usual that day to you.

You saw him walking to class and you walked next to him

“You look handsome today Bakugou.”

He turned to look at you and immediately faced the other direction

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!”

;)

You genuinely asked him a question later about his AP shot during class freetime because you wanted some help with your quirk and well...

“I DON’T KNOW YOUR QUIRK! GO ASK AIZAWA!” He’s been obsessive over your quirk for the past few weeks

“BUT YOU’RE THE ONE WHO DOES THE AP SHOT!”

“AND!?”

“YOU’RE ONE OF THE BEST IN OUR CLASS! I THOUGHT YOU COULD HELP ME SINCE YOU’VE GIVEN ME GOOD ADVICE BEFORE, LOSER!”

He shut up, his forehead vein twitched, and his entire face got red before noticing a cute twinkle in your eyes

“Stop looking at me like that and I’ll help you!”

“:D Really?”

“AHH GET OUT OF MY FACE!”

Then during lunch you had your hands smushed on your cheeks listening to Kaminari tell some aloof story about how he dreamed he could wield his electricity with a sword

One look at you and Bakugou hated the way you were paying attention to dunce face

“STOP STARING AT DUNCE FACE LIKE YOU LIKE HIM!”

You were very confused and tensed up

“Ansisnnsnsnsnsnsnsnnsnsn WHAT?!?”

“YOU HEARD ME!”

“I DONT LIKE KAMINARI! BESIDES WHAT’S IT TO YOU BLASTY!?!”

“BLASTY?!?! YOU REALLY WANNA...“

oh god he was beginning to rant

you had to use the sacred move to shut him up

you had to

“SHUT UP OR ILL KISS YOU!”

Oh boy this was going to be a ride

[fraidy-farfelle]

Hey, for the ask game. Maybe 19 with either Frankie or another character of your choice? Thank you and hopefully this ask is good and helpful

Ok so I got WWAAAAAYYYYYY too carried away with this. Thank you for the ask! I’ve only ever written for a female reader, so I hope that this is okay. I’m still working out if I want to take the time to write out Frankie’s lines with his accent or not, so any feedback on that would be appreciated! I hope you enjoy it!

“Where would you Mark me? Could you point it out?”

It was a crisp morning in Toria. Autumn had made its debut; biting winds carrying the colorful leaves in beautiful patterns. Frankie turned up his collar and huffed in annoyance at the latest breeze. Why, he wouldn’t even be out if not for-

“Frankie!~” He instinctively snapped his head in the direction of the voice calling for him. ‘Ah yes, the Dame of the hour…’ He thought to himself, a smile disguised as a smirk made its way onto his face. A woman came into his vision, running towards him with a radiant smile, her cheeks red from the cold. He couldn’t help but muse over how angelic she looked with her (h/c) hair flowing behind her, almost looking metallic in the pale sunlight. She screeched to a halt before him and took a moment to catch her breath.

“Whaddaya think ya doin, runnin around like a chicken with its head cut off?” Frankie said, gently brushing her bangs out of her eyes. “I had to swing by my place to grab some stuff, and Jack decided he was in a talkative mood. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long!” She said once she finally caught her breath.

“Ya gotta learn how to tell people to fuck off, (y/n). You certainly ain’t beholdin’ to that striped bastard.” He said with a frown, taking the backpack that he noticed slung over her arm from her. She reached to take it back, but he gently batted her hand away. “You know I’m too nice to do that. Besides, we both know what he’s capable of. It’s better to be kind to him.” He nodded his head in reluctant agreement, and busied himself with buttoning up her coat. He opened his mouth to chide her for trying to catch a cold, but she rolled her eyes and held her arms up to accommodate his mother hen nature.

“Ya still ain’t told me where we’re goin, love.” He said, finally satisfied. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?” She said with a giggle and took his hand. “Ready?” “You lead, an I’ll follow.”

After walking through the woods for a bit, they came to the shoreline of a lake. Frankie had been to this lake before, but he noticed something new. “Has that cabin always been there?” She laughed and shook her head. “No, you haven’t missed anything. This is what I’ve been working on this past month. Shall we say, somebody owed me a favor?” Frankie was in awe. The cabin was small, but had a covered porch and the timbers seemed to fit seamlessly together. He didn’t get much time to think on it, as she tugged him forward. She used a strange looking key to unlock the door and they stepped inside.

The inside of the cabin was a single room; a kitchenette on the left side, and a bed and wardrobe to the right. A rustic fireplace dominated the back wall, with a door on either side. “(y/n), what exactly is this?” A bashful look adorned her face, and she held his hand in both of hers. “Well, in the simplest of terms, I built it for you. I know how hard it is for you to live at Hookman’s and I also know we can’t just go on vacation. (He opened his mouth to apologize, but she squeezed his hand to silence him.) I knew what I was signing up for when we started dating, Stitches. It’s okay. But, I see you getting so stressed out. Between Jack, Will, and now Issac, and all of the jobs Bell sends you on, I had to find you someplace where you could get away from everything. I didn’t find one that already existed, so I decided to make one! I called in favors for the materials and the actual cutting of the logs, but I brought them here myself. You and I are the only people who know about this place.”

She looked down nervously, unable to meet his gaze. Frankie dropped the bag unceremoniously to the floor, and pulled her into a warm embrace. (y/n) immediately melted against him and held on to his jacket. After a moment, he pulled back and cupped her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look at him. He had happy tears in his eyes that fell as he tried to blink them away. “Thank you, (y/n). I love you. So much.” He then pressed a gentle kiss on her lips to drive his words home.

Later in the day, after they had caught their food from the lake and had a fire roaring in the fireplace, they spent the day walking in the woods. Unfortunately, (y/n) had tripped and fallen on a tree root, and had managed to bring Frankie down with her, leaving them both covered in cold mud. Laughing at themselves, they made their way back to the cabin.(y/n) made her way to the door to the right of the fireplace, motioning for him to follow. Behind was a small bathroom with a shower, and the room was heated by the bricks of the fireplace. “Oh! Um, you use blockers so I can’t really tell. You’re not nearing your rut now, right?” “No.” “Just checking! That means we can share. If you’re comfortable, that is!” Her face was now tinted red in a blush, unused to speaking so candidly. He smiled and ruffled her hair. “It’s alright with me if it is with you.” With that, they shed their clothes and hopped in.

“Sorry, the hot water doesn’t last long. This way we won’t freeze to death.” She said, starting to lather up her hair. “Don’t worry, it’s fine. I may be an Alpha, but I can control myself.” “Woah!” (y/n)’s foot suddenly slipped, sending her face first into Frankie’s chest. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her. “...I have to admit, this does make it more difficult.” Frankie quipped. (y/n) knew she should apologize and right herself. But with Frankie holding her so closely with nothing between them, she finally could make out his scent. Notes of sandalwood and leather completely enveloped her. With the warm water coming down on them and the warm feeling of Frankie’s skin, she couldn’t find it in herself to pull away. Frankie made no move to push her away. The contented sigh he heard from her made it impossible. He closed his eyes and relished in this moment, while doing his best to not get too excited.

The Omega in his arms suddenly spoke. “Frankie?” “Hm?” “We… we are going to be mates, right?” “What brought this up?” She lifted her head to look him in the eyes. “I’ve wanted to be your Omega for some time now. I just… didn’t want to push you. I figured since you lost Amy, bonding with someone would be too painful. But, I love you more than anything! I’ve noticed your jobs have been more dangerous lately, and now I’m terrified that I’ll never have the chance to be with you!” Frankie was stunned into silence. He could see the worry and love in her expression clearly, and he realized he hadn’t been good at conveying his feelings at this point. The stress of her emotions was causing her to emit a sweet smell subconsciously, and it made his mind reel for an answer. “I… didn’t mean to make you feel so anxious. I’m sorry. You’re right, as usual. I was afraid. I love you more than I thought I had in me. I’d be proud to be your Alpha.”

Squealing with joy, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Oi! Careful, it’s slippery in here!” “Where?!” “Where what?” “Where would you Mark me? Could you point it out?” “I’ll just show ya.” Frankie said with a smirk and lowered his face to the left of her neck. He started leaving open mouthed kisses between her neck and shoulder, until he found her sweet spot. She sang his name out like a hymn and with a triumphant “There!” he gently broke the skin just enough to leave a love bite. Resting his forehead against hers, he said, “I promise to make it official once we’re done here.” “Well then, what are we waiting for!” She exclaimed and happily hopped out of his arms, nearly making him lose his footing. “Jesus Christ, Woman!” he yelled out, but could only shake his head when all he got in response was laughter.

[sophie-writings]

Hi! This is the Gala anon, I was wondering if you could do a follow up where bakugou gets a little too tipsy and has to spend the night at Y/N's place? He ends up gushing about how he loves them and cuddling (maybe make out?) ensues. (You did an awesome job with the first one and I saw that someone wanted a part 2!) Thank you!

☁️ Synopsis: After a long night of drinking, will Bakugou finally confess his feelings to his crush? Part 2 to this ☁️ Character: Katsuki Bakugou  ☁️ Type: Scenario. Sfw 17+ ☁️ Warning: Light cursing. Steamy but nothing too wild. Alcohol. ☁️ Note:  This was wayyy to fun to write about! It was supposed to be a small scenario but it turned into a full blown fic!! Hope you like it!

Bakugou gulped hard while you straightened his tie. He was trying his best to look as composed as ever, but having you so close to him always had this effect on him.

Things weren't always like this. Back when you both still attended UA, Bakugou saw you as another classmate, but by the time you were graduating he had actually started to respect you as a hero. He knew you were strong and capable, and that was the only reason he accepted to work alongside you all this time. Not to mention of course, that he also found you incredibly attractive, something he hadn't noticed when you went to high school together — He was far too focused on becoming a pro hero to care about it.

Now that both of you were pro heroes, he actually paid attention to your features. The way your eyes were looking up made his knees weak, and he couldn't help but stare at your lips which, in his defense, looked really kissable.

"Shall we get going?" Your voice was enough to snap him from his trance-like state. Damn, he was going to need a drink if he wanted to get through the night. "Yeah, these paparazzi are starting to really piss me off." He groaned, pulling you close by the waist and guiding you to the main hall.

And while you looked super confident, only God knows how fast your mind was racing at the moment. Bakugou's hand on your waist was driving you insane. "Why is he doing it?" "Does it mean anything?" "Is this just an easier way to pose for pictures without much effort?". These were only some of the millions of questions going through your mind at the moment.

Bakugou led you to the main hall, where all of your old classmates and co-workers were gathered, waiting for the ceremony to start.

"Kacchan, Y/n, is that you?" A familiar voice made you snap your head back, and a familiar face with the biggest and kindest eyes you know made a smile crawl to your lips almost instantly. "It's been a while."

"Izu!" You smiled, now stopping on your tracks, which caused Bakugou to stop as well. "It's been so long! How have you been?"

You and Izuku were really close during high school days. He was basically your best friend during the three years you spent at UA, besides the girls of course. He listened to you ramble on and on about how strong Bakugou was, and he always told you that you just might have a crush on his childhood friend, which you always denied. You couldn't deny it anymore, but it was pleasant to reminisce about the old days.

"I'm sorry, I kind of disappeared didn't I?" He scratches the back oh his head, laughing sheepishly. "I went on a secret mission, and I couldn't tell anybody about it until recently."

"I heard about the operation on the news! I don't even know how I haven't noticed since Bakugou went missing in action for some time as well..." You say, remembering about the recent raid made to a League of Villains hideout. Bakugou was one of the heroes chosen to go, much like Izuku. He didn't tell you a thing about it until you found out yourself.

Speaking of Bakugou — you didn't know, but he was actually silently fuming at the moment. The sudden way your eyes lit up when you saw Izuku made his eyebrow twitch, and he doesn't remember the last time you smiled this brightly when looking at him.

Bakugou snatched a drink from a waiter passing back, chugging it down in a swift movement, trying to drown out the conversation you were having with his childhood friend. He wasn't used to drinking alcohol, even when both of you would go out for drinks, he's stick to water or some juice.

But he wasn't doing that tonight.

By the time you had stopped talking to Izuku, Bakugou had already downed 3 drinks, even though you spent 10 minutes tops chatting with the green-haired hero.

"Woah there, someone's rowdy today." You giggled, grabbing a glass of champagne and taking a sip from it. "Nervous about the awards?"

"As if!" He said, downing another glass in one big gulp and moving to grab another, but you were able to grab his arm before he could. "What are you-"

"I know you can take care of yourself, but you're not used to drinking alcohol, Bakugou." You said, pulling his arm closer to your chest. Bakugou blushed at your actions but looked away before you could notice.  "Take it easy, okay?" You smiled the smile he — oh so adored and he couldn't bring himself to say no to you.

"Whatever." He grumbles, before snatching his arm from your grasp and pulling him closer to him by your waist.

The sudden motion made you slightly lean against his chest, and before you could even process what was happening, Bakugou's face was inches away from your own. His red eyes staring intensely into your own.

"You and Deku seemed pre-" Before he could even finish his sentence, Bakugou was cut off by the announcer's voice.

"Welcome to the annual Hero Gala! I am Present Mic and I'll be your host tonight!"

"Oh! It's starting..." You whisper, trying to focus on anything else but the smell of Bakugou's cologne mixed with alcohol filling your nostrils. Damn, he smelled good. "We should go!"

You grabbed the blond's hand, leading him to the main stage area, and trying your best to brush away the thoughts filling your head.

The rest of the gala went by as smoothly as possible. Izuku, Bakugou, and Todoroki won the main awards of the night and each gave speeches in their own peculiar way. Izuku, shedding some tears, Todoroki thanking everyone BUT his father and Bakugou sprouting some nonsense about beating them all next year.

You and a few others actually won awards as well, each on their own category. You couldn't be happier to be making your family and everyone else proud by taking home an award. Even Bakugou congratulated you on your win, which was rare for him.

After the award show was done, the celebration continued at the after-party. And before you knew, Kaminari and Sero were distributing tequila shots and you had lost sight Bakugou.

"Hey Mina, have you seen Bakugou around?" You asked the pink girl who looked like she had a little too much to drink as well.

"Katsuki? He's over there with the rest of the squad, I think Kaminari wanted him to try some shots."

Ah fuck.

You thanked Mina before speedwalking towards the place she pointed and finding the rest of the Bakusquad trying to hold the explosive man back.

"What's going on?" You snickered at their exasperated expressions. "Why did you think giving shots to Bakugou would be a good idea? You know he never drank this much before." You said.

Bakugou's head snapped towards you, and he finally was able to get away from Sero and Kirishima's grasp, using the opportunity to swing his arms around your body and placing his forehead on your shoulder. Your eyes widened at his actions, but you were too shocked to move, and only looked over at the other guys, who chuckled.

"I'm sorry about that Y/n." Kirishima sighed before pulling his phone out of his pocket. "I'll call for a taxi, is it okay if Bakubro sleeps over at your place? I'd take him home, but I need to take care of the rest of the squad-"

"It's okay Kiri!" You reassured. "Bakugou helped me out a bunch of times when I was the drunk one."

"Thanks, Y/n, you're the best!" He smiles. "The taxi's outside already, please take good care of him."

You nodded at Kirishima before leading Bakugou outside. He was still clinging to you, which got you a few confused stares from strangers and thumbs up from your girlfriends. Even Izuku blushed before mouthing a "use protection" to you, to which you responded by violently shaking your head in hopes he realized he got it all wrong.

The car ride was silent, as Bakugou seemed to be in a bad mood, probably because he had to go home early.

You sighed in relief as the taxi pulled over next to your complex and you helped Bakugou out of the taxi and into your condo, which was at the top of the building.

"You can have the bed, I'll sleep on the couch tonight." You whispered, helping him sit on your bed. "I'll get some fresh air and then I'll come to check on you, okay? Call me if you need anything." You got out of your room and walked to the balcony, staring at the city below.

You weren't able to confess your feelings to Bakugou tonight. Not that you didn't have the chance, you just chickened out every time he got dangerously close you. Well, it wasn't your fault he was so attractive that every time he looked at you with his red eyes you could feel your heartbeat race and your knees turn into jelly.

Being his friend was easy, and even though you wanted more, the chance of ruining the friendship you had built after so much effort was too great to ignore.

"What are you doing here all alone." Bakugou's rough voice made you jump a little. You hadn't noticed his presence since you were so deep in thought.

He got closer to you, and you could smell his cologne again. "Thinking about Deku again?" He muttered.

"Uh?" You were genuinely confused. Did Bakugou misunderstand your relationship with Izuku?

"I noticed the way your face lit up when you saw him, you ain't slick." He continued, bringing his face so close to yours, your noses were almost touching. "You like him, don't you?"

"Uh, no, that's weird." You managed to say. "Izu's my best friend, he's like a brother to me."

Bakugou tilted his head to the side in confusion. "And why did you smile at him like that back at the gala?"

"I  haven't talked to him in forever!" You said more confidently this time. "I just missed Izu."

"And why do you call him Izu, yet you keep using my last name?" Bakugou blurted out, causing you to widen your eyes at his sudden outburst. "We're close, aren't we? Yet you keep calling me Bakugou!"

"Wait, wha-"

"Fuck, I wish I didn't find you so damn attractive to the point I couldn't focus the whole night. I hate the fact your lips look as if they're begging for me to kiss them. I hate the way you call Deku by his own nickname..." He rambled.

"Bakugou..."

"There you go again." He brought one of his hands to your cheek. "I fucking hate that I like you and you haven't noticed it yet! I'm right here, dammit." Bakugou said, bringing his face closer to yours. He hesitated for a second, but you got on your tiptoes, finally connecting your lips. Using his free hand, the strong man pulled you closer by your waist, giving it a little squeeze, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

The kiss started off slow, but it rapidly got hungrier, as Bakugou sucked on your lower lip and squeezed your waist once again, making you gasp. He used this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan into the kiss.

His large hands went down your waist and using his strength, Bakugou held you up by the back of your tights, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss.

Bakugou carried you back to your room and sat down on your bed, you know straddling his lap.

Your arms leave Bakugou's neck and cup his face finally breaking the kiss, and you stared lovingly into his eyes which shined brighter than you've ever seen before.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do this." You whisper, resting your forehead on his.

"You should've told me sooner, I've also been waiting to do this for some time now." He answers, his hands still on your thighs, caressing them tenderly.

"Well, you're kinda hard to read Katsu." You giggled. "How would I know you were interested in me if all you did was frown?"

"Call me that again." He whispered, completely ignoring the rest of your sentence.

"Uh, Katsu?"

"Again."

"Katsu."

"Hell yeah, I'm Katsu." He grabbed you by the neck, pulling into a kiss once again.

He was definitely still tipsy and he knew that. There's no way the Bakugou Katsuki would let someone call him Katsu without him complaining, even though it was you, and he loved to sound of it.

But he'd leave that to "next morning Bakugou". Now he was more focused on how to find your zipper using one hand only.

[nalgenewhore]

Slipping Through My Fingers - Fourteen

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter 

warnings: none

an: .....hehe 

Her apartment was cold and dark. Everywhere she looked, she saw him. 

His hoodie was on the chair, his side of the bed rumpled from the nights he spent here. Even her cupboard and fridge were filled with his favourites. 

Elide had finally been able to convince Yrene she was fine to be alone, but she wasn’t. It was crushing down on her, her heart feeling like it had been ripped out of her chest. 

He didn’t trust her. 

She loved him. 

He didn’t trust her. 

She wanted to be with him forever. 

He didn’t trust her. 

Her knees buckled and she fell against the door, sliding to the floor as a pained, heartbroken sob fell from her lips. She hugged her knees to her chest, tilting her head back on the door as she sobbed again, her vision blurred by hot tears. 

Elide covered her mouth with her hand, sobbing into the skin of her palm. 

She’d been broken up with before, she’d broken up with people before. Hell, her last relationship - she’d never felt heartbreak like that. But this, this was unbearable. And they hadn’t even officially broken up. 

Elide buried her face in her arms and muffled her sobs in her hoodie, no sound coming from her as her shoulders shook. 

“I love you,” she whispered, hoping he somehow heard her. Hoping he held onto the remains of her heart that he’d ripped from her and hoping he would take care of her soul for her, just in case she never got it back.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Elide was still crying when she used her key to open Aelin’s door. She was trying to quell her tears when she walked in and saw the living room and kitchen lit up by countless candles. And there Aelin was, dressed in an oversized white dress shirt that had to be Rowan’s and nothing else.  

“Hey, babe– Ellie?” Aelin stood up from where she was sprawled seductively across her couch. 

“You’re not wearing pants,” Elide cried, hiccuping slightly. 

Aelin winced and walked over to her, “I know, I’m sorry, we were supposed to do this whole no-pants night…” she trailed off, utterly confused at Elide’s distress. 

“Do you want me to take my pants off too,” she sobbed, dropping her keys and purse to hug her sister. 

“Oh, no, honey,” Aelin crooned, wrapping Elide up in a soothing embrace. “What happened? Where’s that broody mans of yours?” 

“I don’t think he’s my mans anymore,” Elide cried, burying her face in Aelin’s shoulder. 

“What?” Elide pulled back, shaking her head as she tried to breathe. Shock lined the features of Aelin’s face and she gaped. “Are you serious? You broke up?” 

“I don’t know,” Elide whispered, closing her eyes as more tears slid past her lashes. “I don’t know anything.” 

“Oh, honey, it’s ok,” Aelin shushed her and walked Elide into her bedroom, nudging her to the king sized bed. Elide had always thought her sister’s bed was ostentatiously big, but she didn’t complain or say a thing as she crawled in and sunk down on the soft mattress.

Aelin ducked into her walk-in closet to change after kissing Elide’s forehead and whispering, “Just breathe, darling.” 

Elide nodded and tried to breathe through her tears. She closed her eyes and all she saw was Lorcan looking down at her with utter disapproval.

I never should’ve trusted you. I never should’ve trusted you. I never should’ve trusted you. I never should’ve trusted you. I never– She couldn’t stop herself from spiralling and started to hyperventilate, not able to get enough air into her lungs. 

Her hiccups and desperate gasps for breath had Aelin running back in, tugging a sweater over her head. “Elide, oh gods,” she said, sitting on the bed and hugging her sister close. “Baby, I need you to breathe right now.” 

“He doesn’t trust me,” Elide sobbed, her throat burning raw. 

“Of course he does,” Aelin assured her, brushing back her hair and wiping her tears away. Elide just shook her head, shutting her eyes tightly. They heard the door open and Rowan called out Aelin’s name. The blonde got up and raced out, whispering the situation to him before returning. “He’s going out to get us food from Emrys’.” Elide smiled weakly and wiped her cheeks, dropping her hands into her lap. 

“I’m sorry for ruining your night,” she mumbled, sniffling loudly. “I just- I didn’t want to be alone.” 

“Oh, it’s fine,” Aelin said, waving her hand dismissively as she settled back against the pillows. “So, what happened?” 

Elide sighed shakily, picking at her nail. “We got in a fight last night. We were gonna talk about it, but something happened at the shop and then I was watching Ko–” she sobbed and leaned into Aelin. “And he broke his arm and at the hospital Lorcan told me he never should’ve trusted me to watch his kid.” 

Aelin shook her head and pulled Elide closer, “Honey, no, come on, he’s crazy about you.” 

“He barely talks to me anymore,” she admitted, her lower lip trembling. “You should’ve seen his face, Ae. He looked like he was regretting everything, us everything in that moment and I just- my heart hurts so much.” She pressed her hand against her chest, like it would stop aching for one blissful moment. 

All her sister could do was cuddle her close. They laid in that heavy silence that Elide broke by whispering, “I love him.” 

Aelin could only hug her tighter and rest her chin on Elide’s head, “I know.” 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

By the time the door to her apartment opened again, Elide had long since fallen asleep and Aelin carefully extracted herself from her sister’s koala-like hug to tiptoe out to her boyfriend. Rowan wore a stony expression as he passed her the takeout bag. “How is she?” 

“Heartbroken,” Aelin answered. Rowan reached down to smooth away the frown on her forehead when she lowered her brow. 

“Why are you so pissed now?” 

“‘Cause Elide is perfect for him. She doesn’t put up with his asshole shit. Usually,” she said, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms.  

“Yeah, well,” Rowan sighed, glancing back through her open bedroom door at the small figure on the bed, “she’s not invincible.” 

Aelin had been holding off her anger, because it was so clearly not what Elide wanted, but Elide wasn’t awake right now. And nobody messed with Aelin’s baby sister like that. “I’m gonna kill him.” 

“Woah, woah, hey, easy now,” Rowan said, catching her arms and blocking her from the door. Aelin bared her teeth and wrestled against him to no avail. 

“Let me go,” she spat, a snarl curling her lip. “Rowan, I swear, let me go.”

“Ae, listen to me,” he said, his voice hard and serious enough that she stopped fighting to get to the door long enough to pay attention. “I agree - he needs his ass kicked, but not right now and definitely not by you. Lorcan is… not ok, alright? I know he said some fucked up shit and I know that he hurt your sister, but he needs space right now.” 

“Space?” Aelin hissed, narrowing her eyes up at Rowan, who remained impassive and unmoving. “He breaks her heart and he needs space?” She made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat and tried to move again, but his hold was like steel around her wrists. 

“If you push him now, Aelin, he will never come back,” Rowan told her, something like grief flashing over his face before he schooled his expression. “What’s more important right now? Beating him up in front of his five-year old or taking care of Elide?” Aelin rolled her eyes and looked to the side, but Rowan wasn’t having it. He switched her wrists to one hand and gripped her chin in the other, making her meet his eyes. “Huh?” 

“Yeah, fine, whatever,” she muttered, yanking her wrists away and glaring at him as she snatched the takeout bag and utensils. “Did you get drinks?” 

He scoffed and nodded, “‘Course I did.” Rowan gave a pointed look to the other bag on the counter and she opened it, smiling excitedly at what she found. “Well, I guess I should get going then.” 

Aelin nodded and pouted, walking over to him and leaning up to kiss him gently, “I think we can make up for no-pants night with no clothes night.” Without another word, she pranced away, waving her fingers before she shut the door. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Lorcan unlocked his front door and put Kohana down, trying to keep himself together as his son sat on their bench and he kneeled to help him take off his boots. 

“Daddy?” 

“Yeah, kid?” he asked absentmindedly, harebrained as he toed off his own shoes and hung up his jacket. 

“Where did Ellie go? She was ‘posed to tell me a story,” he said in his little voice, kicking out his feet and scrunching his brow. 

Lorcan stuttered in his movements, his heart dropping as he floundered for words. “Um, she- I don’t-” he breathed out heavily and crouched down in front of his kid, trying not to let his grief show. “Ellie had to go home, coconut.” Kohana giggled at the nickname. “And… I don’t think we’ll be seeing her for a bit, ok?” 

“Why not, Daddy?” His brow scrunched in confusion. 

“She needs a little space right now and that means she won’t be at home with us,” Lorcan said, trying to keep his voice clear and even. “But, you’ll see her at school still.” 

“Oh,” Kohana said demurely, frowning slightly. “Ok.” Then, he hopped down and padded over to the couch, where Tigger was. The cat meowed and turned to glare at Lorcan as Kohana crawled onto the chair. Tigger coiled in his lap and flicked his fluffy tail over Kohana’s cast, batting at it experimentally. Deeming it to not be a threat, Tigger settled down and turned his yellow eyes on Lorcan, no doubt plotting his demise. Lorcan didn’t blame him. 

“You hungry, Ko?” 

“Can I have chicky nuggies? Please,” Kohana asked, cuddling his cat and gently petting him as Tigger purred. 

“For sure, kid,” Lorcan said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and navigating to his UberEats app, ordering the child some chicken nuggets and nothing for himself. After paying and getting the half-hour wait notification, Lorcan went to turn off his phone, but was stopped. 

He stared at his home screen, at the picture of Elide, her nose scrunched as she tried to stop her smile. She was sipping iced coffee through a straw, as per usual, the sun hitting her eyes just right that they looked like pools of dark honey. Gods, she was beautiful. And he had ruined everything, utterly everything. 

Kohana’s sweet voice called him back to the present and over to the couch, instructing him to put on Space Jam. 

When his food arrived, Kohana was only able to eat a couple nuggets until he nodded off, half a nugget in his hand and the other in Tigger’s fur. Lorcan turned down the volume, unable to sit in the silence of his self-inflicted heart ache as he stared in the vague direction of the TV. 

It was just like him, ruining something before it got good. And Elide? She was better than good. 

She was everything.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

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[themidnightwriting]

a nervous confession

pairing : katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

word count : around 2k

genre: fluff

prompt : “what do you want? finally got the guts to profess your undying love for me?” (ua third year)

warnings : the reader being a nervous bean, swearing, and nothing else

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“i’m telling you momo, today’s the day! i’m finally gonna tell him”  you gush to one of her closest friends as you pull on your tights, getting ready for school.

“y/n that’s what you said yesterday, and the day before, and many days before that.” momo says unemotionally as she scrolls through her phone.

momo was the type to wake up hours before she needed to on school days, so the typical routine had become momo getting ready in her dorm room and then going to your dorm to make sure you got up on time and looked presentable before heading to class together.

“okay i know i said that those days but i can feel it” you exclaim excitedly when talking to momo. “I can feel it in my boobs.”

“what does that even mean?”

“honestly I’m not sure, whatever, anyway i think i’m gonna tell him on our walk back from class.” you and bakugou had been studying together after class for the past week or two, sometimes kirishima would join but today it was gonna be just the two of you.

“If you do end up confessing i hope it goes well.”  

“i hope so too, honestly this whole crush thing is getting annoying.” you admitted releasing a deep sigh.

“y/n, having feelings for another person is a normal thing, why is it so annoying to you?” momo questioned, finally looking up at you.

“well, for so long i could hang out and talk with him without getting so nervous, it’s just fucking boom boy so why am i always so gahhh” you gush. “i’d say he’s nothing special but that’d be bullshit and i’m sick of this. i just want to tell him so he can turn me down and i can move on with my life.”

you and bakugou become friends in your first year. you were already close with kirishima so when he started bringing bakugou around, you immediately liked him. you found his temper hilarious and honestly admired how confident he was in his abilities. overtime you also grew to appreciate the time the two of you would spend together in each other's dorms. the quiet being something that both of you had become accustomed to when studying. you were always comfortable with each other so that’s why your new found crush on him made you so upset. you just wanted things to go back to the way they were, before you got so blushy and flustered around him.  

“y/n. shouldn’t you be hopeful that this will go well and he’ll reciprocate your same feelings?” as she asked, she stood up and moved towards the door noticing that you were finally dressed and ready to go.

“i mean it would be nice but that wouldn’t be super realistic.” you responded following her out of your dorm room. you assumed that bakugou was too focused on becoming the number one hero to even think about romantic feelings, even if he does spend most nights reading shoujo manga.

“i guess we’ll just have to see then.” momo murmured with a gentle smile. 

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“MOMO, Y/N, WHY ARE YOU HERE SO LATE. AS CLASS REPRESENTATIVE I NEED TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU TWO ARE HERE ON TIME” iida shouted at the two of you as you made your way into 3a’s classroom.

“iida. please. we still have like five minutes” you groaned rubbing your temples at his antics. the night before you had stayed up late laying in bed trying to think of the best way to tell a certain angry blonde how you felt. so dealing with iida’s yelling was the last thing you wanted to do.

“oh. well still you should be here faster.” He reprimanded shaking his arms around.

“well I’m soooo sorry not everyone has fucking engines on their legs.” 

“Y/N! don’t be so rude.” momo exclaimed smacking the back of your head. she was usually the one to tell you when you went too far with your back talk. even if you didn’t think you were that bad. 

“OW! WHAT THE HELL.” you continued to yell at momo as she pushed you towards your desk at the front of the classroom. “that shit hurt!”

“HEY EXTRA STOP YELLING” bakugou shouted, turning to see you getting forced towards your desk. just the sight of him made you want the ground to open and swallow you whole.

“oh you’re really one to talk, my favorite walking megaphone.” you tease smirking as you sat down in front of him. sweat beginning to form in your palms as you egged him on. God he’s so pretty. How is he so pretty?

“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME” slamming down his fist on his desk.

“you heard me, want me to say it again.” a joyful tone lacing your words as you continued to push his buttons

“tch… whatever. just shut up.” he grumbled giving up on you, as he turned though, you swore you saw the hint of a smile on his face.

this time of the day probably your second favorite. teasing bakugou and watching him freak out always made you laugh and getting to mess with him before your school day actually started was amazing. you knew that no matter how much you teased him, he wasn’t actually upset about it. you always made sure not to make it too personal. just small jabs at him throughout the day. he never said it but you were pretty sure he liked it too.

“it’s time for class to start so everyone shut up and sit down.” aizawa muttered slowly making his way into the classroom.

you turned around and started to get out your books ready for class to begin.

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“that’s all we have for the day, class dismissed.” aizawa announced, taking his stuff and ambling out of the classroom.

“god finally.” you mutter getting up to pack your stuff, then following kiri and bakugou out of the classroom. it was time and you weren’t gonna chicken out. no, not this time. it was time to tell him and accept his answer. at least that was what you told yourself you would do. 

if you were coming up with all of the possible outcomes and there were a few that you were afraid of. the first was that this would ruin the friendship that you worked so hard to build with bakugou. along with the fact that he could just stop talking to you in general and that would be devastating. everyone finding out that he turned you down was also a possibility, and a scary one at that. you were the type to be nervous for social interactions but the thought of losing one of your closest friends over a dumb crush is terrifying. before you could think of more possible ways you could get turned down and alienated, a hand waved in front of your face and snapped you out of your thoughts.  

“yo little dudette,” kiri beamed at you “you okay? you look out of it.”

“um yeah sorry, I’m all good.” you mumbled shaking your while head looking up at your sunshine of a friend's face. you glanced over at bakugou who was looking at you with a confused expression. “guys really i’m all good. i just didn’t sleep a lot last night.”

“don’t worry I get it, just make sure to get more sleep tonight! anyway i gotta head out, i’m helping denki train in like an hour. i’ll see you guys later.” kiri grinned, moving to head towards one of the training centers.

“ciya kiri!” you waved before looking back at bakugou, butterflies erupting in your stomach. “ready to get studying?”

“duh. I’ve been waiting for your dumb ass forever.” he huffed starting towards your dorm.

taunting as you followed him you smirked “oh so you’ve been looking at my ass?”

“what NO. THAT’S NOT WHAT I SAID”

“suurrre, i totally believe you boom boy.” you mused finally catching up with him as the two of you made your way to the path that led to the 3a dorm building.

Aacomfortable silence filled the air on your way. thankfully even when it got quiet, it was never too awkward. the sun shone through the trees and the weather was pleasant with a light breeze. one thing you had always loved about attending u.a. was how beautiful the campus was. the bright trees that lined the pathways to the dorms almost made you feel like your school wasn’t in the middle of the city. taking a deep breath of the fresh air you turned to bakugou and stopped walking. finally gaining the confidence you need to enunciate your true feelings.

shaking you looked up at his bright vermillion red eyes and spoke “i have something to tell you boom boy.”

“what do you want? finally got the guts to profess your undying love for me or something?” he turned to your stopped figure with a haughty smirk.

your eyes widen in alarm at his response, how did he know? “um yep, that’s exactly what i was gonna do.”

the smirk on his face faltered as he met your eyes “.....what?”

“well i planned on saying it myself but i guess this will do.” you took another breath to calm your nerves once again and continued. “i really like you and not just as a friend. i’ve tried to not think about it and tried to push my feelings away but i just can’t.” you moved to look away but it felt wrong so you looked back into his shocked eyes. “i understand that this’ll be weird for you but i just needed to get this off my chest and hear you tell me that you don’t feel the same so i can just get over it and things can go back to the way they we-” before you could continue your explanation he interrupted you by grabbing you by the shoulders. 

“woah woah dumbass slow down, are you gonna let me speak or are you just gonna keep rambling like an idiot.”

his response shocked you, making you stumble back a little. “wha…? what i wasn’t rambling.”

“um you totally were but that’s not the point, dumbass. so let me get straight. you like me, as in more than just friends?” he muttered the last part, a look that almost seemed hopeful, but you didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself, in his eyes as glanced down at you.

your mouth was dry and you were too afraid to actually say anything so you just nodded.

“tch …  you think it’s gonna ruin our friendship?” Again too nervous to speak, you responded with a small nod. after waiting for your response he continued. “you’re really stupid you know that.”

well that wasn’t what you were expecting, “um what. bakugou if you don't feel the same, you don’t have to be so mean about it.” you pouted, shaking of his hold and turning to walk away from him “i just didn’t want to ruin anything…’

“oi…” he mumbled grabbing your wrist to stop you from leaving “that’s not what i meant, i meant that… well… you’re an idiot for thinking i don’t feel the same.”

before you could process his confession, he pulled you into a tight hug with his head resting in the crook of your neck.

“you need to let me speak before you just move to walk away… idiot.” his hot breath on your neck as you finally moved to return his embrace.

“i’m sorry i was just really nervous” you breathed with a small smile, allowing the weight that had been on your shoulders being lifted.

smirking as your adrenaline wore off, you decided to bring back a topic from earlier “does this mean that sometimes you actually do stare at my ass?”

you could feel his breath hitch as he pulled away from your embrace “WHAT NO… i mean umm… doesn’t matter, we need to go study.” the flustered boy reached for your hand and began to drag you towards the dorms as he worked to avoid your eye contact.

“i think that gave me my answer katsu. whatever, i mean i look at you ass too.” you admitted with a sly smile attempting to peak around to see his reaction.

“tch… whatever just stop.”

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AN: gahhh i hope who ever ended up reading this enjoyed it. this was a bit rushed but I just loved the prompt that I found too much to just not write about it and post it. i’ve never posted my writing before so please be kind. also i do have some other stuff that I’m working on if anyone did enjoy this. :) 

p.s. i know the aizawa probably won’t be their teacher when their in their third year but I’m too lazy to find a different teacher

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Akaashi Keiji x Fem! Reader 

author’s note: hey guys! this is the first chapter for my 50 followers fic “Third Times The Charm” (TTTC) hope yall like it^^ it’s looooong so ill put it below the cut 

(quick note, I took the privilege of putting myself in this HAHAHAHA)

☕ synopsis: Iwaizumi Y/n, a student who goes to Aoba Johsai as well as the second year manager for the school’s male volleyball team. What happens when she sets eyes on the cute setter from Fukurodani?

[ CHAPTER 1 - It might just work out ]

“Woah” 

You stare in awe as words can’t express the short rush of excitement every time you watch the volleyball players spike the ball. 

“Y/n~” your friend and third year manager for your school’s volleyball team, El hums as she gets your attention. 

“What are you looking at?” 

“The game obviously.” 

El bumps your shoulder with hers, sitting closer to you as she shows her sly smile

“Oh ho, you didn’t specify.” 

“Elaborate on that please.” you ask, eyeing your friend with a curious look 

“Are you watching the ball or the pretty guy setting the ball?” 

You notice how El emphasized on the word “setting”, looking back at the court as she motions with her fingers. 

“That one?” 

You proceed to playfully punch her shoulder 

El lets out a giggle as she leans closer towards you  “I can get his number for you.”

“That’s funny.”  “Besides, I can get it on my own.” El smirks when she sees you rolling your eyes 

“So you’re interested.” 

“NO- I mean, like, that was hypothetical.” 

“Your reaction reaaaaaally isn't helping here.”

The sound of a volleyball hitting the ground cuts El off as the both of you turn your heads over to see the team your cute setter is on, cheering. 

You groan while standing up, heading towards the exit of the hall, with El following closely behind. 

“Awww giving up already?” 

“What do you think?” you wink

“Woah~ were you always this bold or did this happen because you feel like getting back at your ex?”

“C’mon El, I was always this bold. That man just wasn’t worth it.” 

“Now that’s my girl!” El excitedly puts her arm over your shoulder as you slowly conjure up a plan in order to take your pretty setter on a date. 

“Anyways did you see the guy with spiky hair? He’s adorable! The way he cheers makes me want to smile…” your mouth curves into a small smile as your friend continues to gush about the team members from just now. 

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“Iwa-chan!” 

“Yeah?” 

“Oh, fuck.” you grumble under your breath.

“Language.” your brother gives you a glare as you stick out your tongue at him.

It's always an awkward situation whenever someone says “Iwa-chan”, but hey it isn’t your fault for having the same family name as Hajime. 

Break time at the volleyball camp is chaotic, just a bunch of teenage guys fighting for meat while the team managers watch or help cook the meat. It’s hilarious to watch too.

“Hey El, can you help me with this, I need to uh, leave for a moment.” 

“Sure?” El raises her eyebrows as you pass her the tongs. 

“I’ll uh be riiiiiiight back.”  You swear you saw El wink and mouth “Good luck” at you when you left. 

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“That’s him! Perfect, he’s not around him right now.” you take a deep breath while hoping your plan will work out like you planned. 

“Hi there! You’re uh, Bokuto right?” 

“Yup!” the boy enthusiastically replies, you look downwards to see his hands holding a plate filled with meat.

“Woah- uh Bokuto-san I have a small request if you don’t mind.” 

“Sure! I’ll gladly help a cute girl like you!!” being stunned by the sudden compliment, you fidget with your hands even more.

“Uh the setter on your team, the one with messy black hair?”

“You mean Akaashi?” 

“That’s his name?”  “Nevermind” you quickly continue to ask your questions.

“Does he have a… you know uh, a girlfriend?” the question came up in a whisper 

“AKAASHI HAS A GIRLFRIEND?” 

Your face flushes pink as you fumble with your hands

“Not so loud! It was just a question!” 

Before Bokuto answered he took a huge bite of his meat, chewing it as he reply 

“MhMm I don’t know, why don’t you ask him? He’s over there.” 

“nO-” you raise your voice at him

“AKAASHI!” 

Before the charming boy can see you, you take off running as fast as you can. Your heart beats fast with an equal amount of embarrassment and excitement. You’ve never felt this nervous before, not even when trying to get your ex out on a date for the first time. With that being said, that man was definitely not worth it. 

You can feel your face heating up as you slow down your steps, out of breath as you sit down on the stairs in front of the hall. 

Well that didn’t work out well, neither did your first attempt this morning. You had your lines ready to ask him, but before you could talk to him your brother yelled for you.  “Dammit Hajime, did you really have to ruin my chances of talking to such a gorgeous man.”

Here you are now sitting in front of the hall, you let out a soft sigh while hugging your legs. 

You didn’t just find Akaashi attractive, the way he has his focus completely in the court when he plays just draws you in more. You want to know more about him, he started out as a complete stranger, but the more you watch him play the more interesting he gets.

He doesn’t celebrate by cheering as loudly as possible, he stands there quietly, always observing and deciding which was the best move. 

He is like the sunset, you want to see more of it as the time goes on. As soon as the sun sets and the orange sky slowly fades to black, you wish to look at it over and over again. 

“Maybe love just isn’t for me yet…” “Dammit y/n don’t let him get to you! Your ex lover was just an asshole who thinks you are undeserving of love.” 

You lightly slap both sides of your cheeks before standing up, determined to find a way to talk to Akaashi. You take a look at your surroundings as you head inside the hall, it was empty at that time with only the belongings of the volleyball players placed on the benches. 

Your eyes sparkle as you come up with a plan.

“THAT'S IT!”

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“Akaashi come get your stuff.” 

“Bokuto-san… have you been taking photos with my phone?” 

“Why? Is there something in your phone?” 

Bokuto walks over to Akaashi as he holds out his phone,

“Is that a picture of a phone?” 

“Who’s phone is this?” 

“How would I know?” 

“It also has a phone number typed on the screen.”

Akaashi narrows his eyes as he tries to make sense of the photo. He noticed that there was a figure of someone with slightly longer hair in the photo, presumably a girl who took it. There was also a keychain in the shape of an owl connected to the phone in the photo. 

“Maybe you should give them a call or text.” Bokuto suggests as he hands Akaashi his bag. 

“That would be weird… and I don’t even know who they are.” 

“I mean, that person took a photo of their number for a reason right? Akaashi just relax, it should be fine.” Bokuto reassures 

Akaashi stands up, the thought of texting the person who took that picture intrigues him, but should he? What if that person took the wrong phone? What if it was a prank? 

“C'mon Kaa’shi, you won’t know unless you try.”  “And hurry up, the bus is waiting!” 

Akaashi can’t help but softly smile at his friend, you ought to be careful when taking advice from Bokuto-san, but taking this one wouldn’t hurt right? 

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“Gosh y/n stop it.” 

“Stop what?” 

“You can’t even sit still on the bus right now.” 

El leans closer before asking “What’s got you so excited.” she asks as she raises one eyebrow.

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“YOU WHAT?” 

“Shhh keep it down El!” 

“You took a photo of your phone with your number on it with his phone?”

“Genius right?” 

El lightly slaps the side of her legs, laughing  “And now you’re waiting for him to call you?”.

“Hey in my defence that was the only thing I can come up with, don’t blame me for having such amazing ideas.” you mock the word “amazing” while waving your arms in the shape of a rainbow.

“Plus, third times the charm.” 

“Hmm y/n, it might just work out.” 

You blush slightly at the thought of that, looking over to the window “Maybe it might…”

“HEY- “STOP PLEASE- STOP THAT!”  El suddenly starts tickling you, making you laugh while yelling for her to stop

“This is payback for not getting the cute spiker’s phone number for me!”

“HeY- that isn’t my fault! You could’ve gotten it yourself A- STOP”

“You done?”  the both of you turn your heads to see Hajime standing beside your seats, glaring at the both of you.

“Some of us are trying to rest here.” 

“Sorry Haji…” you mumble at your brother. 

“Iwa-chan, don’t go too harsh on our managers!” Oikawa yelled from the back of the bus 

“Yeah, don’t go too harsh on us Iwaizumi-kun.” you can’t help but giggle as soon as El said that.

Hajime then looks you in the eye to tell you

“Oh y/n, you’re doing the dishes tonight.”

“Wait... it’s my turn already?” 

“No, but i thought it’d be fun to mess up our turns.” 

“You can’t do that!”

“I’m older than you.”

“BY NINE MINUTES! AND HOW IS THAT A VALID ARGUMENT??”

“Doesn’t change anything.” he smirks as you stare at him with your mouth wide open 

“Can you believe him?” you cross your arms as El pats your back, chuckling at your dismay.

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“Haji, I’m heading to bed now.” 

“All right, good night Chicken.” 

“Stop calling me that or I’ll tell Tooru-san you think he looks better than you.”

“Using my pride against me huh, well played.” 

“Shut up.” 

Hajime smirks and shakes his head while you run up the staircase to your room.

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“Finally.” 

You jump onto your bed, happily tossing and turning on it. Just as you reach for your phone, the notification buzzes and it falls from the table. 

“uUghH…” you try to reach it from your bed, stretching your arms as far as you can so you wouldn't need to get up. 

“Who’s this?” you mumble to yourself, staring at the unknown number who just texted you.

╔═════ ∘◦ ☆ ◦∘ ══════╗

Unknown: 

Hello?

Y/n:

Do I know you??

Unknown: 

Who are you?

Y/n: 

WhaT 😕 😕 ?? How did you get my number??

Unknown: 

You were the one who left it on my phone with a picture

╚═════ ∘◦ ❉ ◦∘ ══════╝

“What the hell? Who’s stupid enough to do that?” you read in disbelief

“Tap tap tap” the room was quiet, just the sound of you typing on your phone

╔═════ ∘◦ ☆ ◦∘ ══════╗

Y/n: 

😔 That’s some lame excuse you got there buddy.

Unknown: 

Are you kidding me? Is this a prank? 

╚═════ ∘◦ ❉ ◦∘ ══════╝

“Psh someone probably pranked this poor person.” you were about to drag his contact into your blacklist until a sudden realization hit you like a bullet. 

Are you the idiot who was stupid enough to leave someone a picture of your phone number?

“Oh shit.” 

- end of chapter one - 

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(author’s end notes: omg thanks for reading this far, im sure this was very very hard to read thru^^)

[atlasfreak]

hell is hot from your mistakes

chapter three; Tumblr edition

The afterlife is a mess of time and space.

Dream got the brunt end of that mess, of time, and bad luck follows Tommy even in death.

Dream is mere seconds too late reviving him.

Tommy wakes up in a familiar, unfamiliar world in a familiar, unfamiliar body that looks so much like an old friend of his, and yet he remembers everything when really, he shouldn't. His brother's voice guides him, the Nether is blistering heat and dust and his hands are hoofed.

ArchiveOfOurOwn Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30073104/ or THIS

Tommy spends the next day on high alert.

They don't leave the cave, to Wilbur's annoyance; Come on, it'll help things. You- you always took walks when you were upset back before exile, didn't you? His voice floats around distantly - as though he wasn't really back at Tommy's side yet - but Tommy can hear him well enough to be pissed.

"We're not going outside, Wil. We went out fucking yesterday - less than a day ago! And someone fucking died. We stay in here. I wouldn't be allowed to go, anyway."

Fine. Fine. But we should head outside. I have t- I'm rather bored.

"Wilbur, I swear to Philza fuckin' Minecraft-"

Truth is, Tommy did want to go out - he wanted to roam the red fields and forests, counting shroomlights and watching zombified piglins growl at each other. He can't stand it, being cooped up in a cave too empty, space next to him too cold.

But it'll be a long, long while yet before his piglin mother even considers letting him leave the safe sanctuary of the cave.

Speaking of - she's curled in on herself, watching him with a hawk's eye, red from tough Nether tears; tears sapped of all water, tears leaving saline stains along her cheeks. All day she's been torn between getting lost in her awful, awful grief and caring for him, watching over him, protecting him. If not for Tommy, she'd probably sleep the day away in her pain. So Tommy spends the afternoon in the red red cave, trying to entertain his guests and keep his mother from mourning... too heavily. Right now, that means running all around and jumping over her and over the soul soil patch and over the edge of the far side of the cave, where it leads down into a second one.

He's trying, anyway. Wilbur isn't making this any easier. At all.

He sounds in Tommy's left ear. Tommy, if I scout ahead do you- and then he's too quiet for Tommy to hear, -forest? How about that?

"You cut out, Wil," Tommy murmurs, crouching down and bunching his haunches to jump. Mama piglin sprawls out, giving him less of a challenge.

What? You're not just trying to get me to shut up, are you? Wilbur pauses, I'm- I'm cutting out?

"I dunno. You just sound really far away."

I- how long have I sounded far away for?

"A day or so," Tommy mumbles, springing up and landing on all fours on the netherrack behind his mother. She purrs and he feels her tail whip his arm as it wags. Approval. "Ever since you left."

Left?

"To go take brother piglin to the dead zone, right?" Tommy asks. "You know. You went silent. And you were back when I woke up."

Oh! Oh, yes. Yes, I took the piglin to the - how do you call it? The Death Zone, so you could be reunite when you die, Tommy. Lemme tell you, he did not want to leave you guys alone.

"Oh. He's safe then?"

Yes. He's safe - he's with a friend.

The former blonde laughs. "A friend? Yeah, he'll either love or hate Mexican Dream, I think."

Oh, he loved Mexican Dream, Wilbur smiles. Very entertaining fellow, M.D.

Wilbur's voice grows no louder, no closer as they talk; still it sounds far off, distant. Tommy brushes it off and glances to his side. Mama piglin is laying over on her side now, eyes closed.

Tommy rumbles gently at her. Wilbur pauses in what he's saying to stare as Tommy goes to lay beside her -she deserves rest.

Is your mother asleep? Wilbur asks quietly, as if she could hear him.

"Yes," Tommy whispers. "She would've growled back otherwise, even if she's sad."

Good. Come on, let's go.

Tommy glances over, like he'll find Wilbur; like Wilbur will be standing beside him. "What?"

Let's go. Y'know, outside. Come on, Toms, we're going to the forest.

Tommy feels panic flare up in his stomach. "No, nonononono, no. I'm not just leaving her, Wilbur!"

We'll come back, don't worry, Wilbur insists. I'll make sure you don't get jumped. Come on. We need to find- I need to show you something.

Tommy hesitates. He's not.. sure about this. About following Wilbur again. Trust only goes so far when you're TommyInnit, post death.

He voices his hesitation.

Theseus fuckin' Innit, I won't let anything happen to you out there, Wilbur declares. Come on. I'll protect you.

"How're you gonna 'protect me' if you're a fucking voice?"

I'll spec. I'll warn you and scout- it's called ghosting for a reason. It's ok, Toms. I have your back.

"You're sure," Tommy mumbles, casting one last look at his mother. "And nothing- nothing bad will happen?"

Nothing bad will happen. I swear on my life- well. My death.

Tommy swallows and he weighs his options and he makes a decision.

He follows Wilbur's voice out of the cave.

Wilbur does keep his promise, though; whispering Not there, there's a pack of piglins or Watch out to the right, there's a hoglin over there whenever he senses movement. Tommy's head shoots up at every creak or murmur or whistle, jumpier than a chicken on Christmas Eve. Wilbur chuckles.

"Wil, where- where are we going?"

It's somewhere. I don't know exactly.

"Wh- I thought you had a plan!"

I- I kinda do, I don't bloody know!

"Wilbur!" Tommy shouts, "Why'd you lead me out here if you didn't have a plan?"

Keep your voice down. You don't wanna end up like m- mister piglin brother.

"Low ass fuckin' blow," Tommy snarls, but he lowers his volume. "If I die out here, Mama won't even find my body. The hogs will eat it. I don't wanna die again, Wil, I really, really don't."

You won't die, Wilbur says, voice confident as a dying man - take that how you will. If you die, I've failed. You won't die.

"You're so fuckin' weird," Tommy growls as they continue walking - just a little piglin and his disembodied voice of a brother, wandering through the brush. "You're so fuckin' weird today."

Hey, Tommy - look. What's that? Wilbur suddenly asks. His voice is clearer, closer than it's been in hours. Tommy glances over. A little stream of lava falls from the Nether roof and spills across the netherrack floor. Two little red creations bathe in its fiery warmth.

"That's a strider, innit?" Tommy mutters. "You ride 'em cross lava."

Tommy, go up to it, Wilbur whispers. It's friendly.

"How'd'you bloody know that it's friendly?" Tommy grumbles, but he approaches the lava anyway. The nearer strider turns at his footsteps - it sees his hooves one step too close to the heat and it rushes to knock him away at the same time that Wilbur screams Not THAT close!

The strider shivers when it drags itself out of the lava to stand with Tommy - it's young, and Tommy is taller just barely. He moves a hand up to pet it. "Wil, go look for little blue and orange mushrooms. I wanna take the strider home."

I don't see anything, Wilbur says after a moment, but maybe it'll follow anyway.

The purple critter makes a noise akin to a fire crackling and Tommy plays with the frills on the side of its head. "Aw."

Tommy listens to the creak and chattering of his new friend and Wilbur is silent for a moment, then We should keep going.

"We found a strider. We can just head back. No need for all this, it'll keep us entertained for awhile. Little pet strider! I'll name it Shitass."

Wilbur sighs. Awful name. I hate it. What's it gonna speedrun - death? No, and that's not the only reason I lead you out here. There's something else I want you to see.

"Not the only- you wanted me to find a- you're so fuckin' sus today, I swear. Whatever." Tommy rubs his eyes with a groan. "Just tell me what you're looking for. We'll go find it some fuckin- some other day."

Fine.

Tommy blinks.

Then he falls to his knees. His head explodes with hundreds and thousands of voices, all screaming at him, all shrieking at him, all loud, too too loud, too fucking loud-

Wilbur is sus! Aww, Wilbro! Can you name the strider after me? What the fuck is that? Can you say hi to my friend? You missed diamonds. You need blue fungi to lead a strider! Kill it for string. Boat with legs!

Tommy clamps his hands over his ears.

Chat.

"Tommy."

He looks up.

Wilbur is visible.

He's visible! Translucent, yes, but he's there, sitting atop the strider, wearing the dirty old trenchcoat from Pogtopia, hair tangled and eyes gloomy. He points into the distance, across the Nether - the crimson forest ends in a cliff and leads into the wastelands.

"There." he says. His voice is clear as ever - real, not just in Tommy's head. "Over there is a fortress with intact blaze spawners and unlooted chests. It's just over that crest."

"What?" Tommy manages through the mind-wrecking chorus in his ears. He doesn't see anything- no stormy red-black bricks anywhere in sight, just black fuzz creeping into his vision with every new voice, shattering his eardrums. "A- a fortress?"

"You have to learn to fight like this - as a piglin," Wilbur instructs. He tilts his head up. "And you need to get blaze rods. Then- then you can go back."

Woah! DUDUDU! E. Dude just find the smp portal hub, 4head!.Go get them rods, you can take a blaze or two!

Tommy whips around to stare at Wilbur. "I thought you didn't want me to go back."

"I don't," Wilbur sighs. "I really don't. But- but it's not as safe here as I thought it was. I.. you need to get back to the Overworld. Not the DreamSMP specifically, but the Overworld. So.. I'll help you. There's a fortress across the Wastelands, completely untouched. You can get blaze rods and maybe obsidian and gear from it."

Tommy is silent.

Wilbur hops down, but his hand never leaves the strider's head. "That's a long time from now. Prove to me that you can survive it, I'll take you there."

"Why are you so incitement that I can't die?" Tommy demands. "I'll respawn, won't I?"

"Insistent, not incitement," Wilbur corrects with a shake of his head. It's so odd - Tommy still isn't used to seeing him. "You're a mob. You have one life and one life only and Tommy, listen to me. You can't lose it. You can't lose that life. You can't die."

"Wilbur, you're scaring me."

Suddenly, chat is gone. Tommy peaks open his eyes, his head is still aching like a bitch.

Wilbur's gone, too. There's only open space where he had just stood, the strider blinks at him slowly. Must be confused, poor thing. There's no trace that Wilbur had ever been corporeal - just empty air.

Good, Wilbur says; back to a lonely voice, back to being chat. Good.

Tommy swallows.

"Come- come on, Shitass," Tommy whispers after a moment. "Let's.. let's go home."

It's quieter than late nights in the van, quieter than the blanketing silence of L'manburg in chunk-error ruins. Wilbur doesn't speak, but Tommy can hear his breathing. It comforts him; Wilbur hasn't gotten tired of him, hasn't left him behind. The strider follows them without the encouragement of food, and Tommy is grateful. He doesn't want to have to search this place for a single speck of blue just to have a friend that's not a disembodied voice.

"Why don't you do that more often?" Tommy murmurs as they walk. He still isn't heavy enough to leave tracks like his mother, Tommy notes.

Do what?

"Become.. real. Ghostbur."

Other people can hear me, and see me. It's not safe.

"Chat gets really fuckin' loud when you do it," Tommy comments. "It hurts like hell. You're chat, usually, but like... a moving chat. Like you're real, just not visible. When you became see-able, chat came back. Are you blocking them?"

I should be more careful with that first bit, Wilbur hums. But now I want to go ghost less. If it hurts you and there's no point to doing it, why should I?

"Be more careful with w- wait, 'go ghost?'"

It's a reference.

"What to?"

This thing called Da-

Tommy freezes. He feels ice sink through his veins, weighing down his legs. A new sound, a sound neither Wil nor Tommy have ever heard before - it echoes through the Nether, loud and piercing. It hits his ears with the force of a sledgehammer on a bell. The strider pauses and Wilbur shuts his mouth. It's almost like a scream, a cry, a call. A desperate one.

Shit.

"Mama! Mama, it's ok, it's ok!" Tommy can't describe his voice as anything other than frantic, desperate. "Mama, I'm right here, I'm right here, I'm safe!" he shrieks, running through the brush, stumbling over roots and thorns and bushes. The strider follows slowly.

He tries to match her scream, tries to tip her off - I'm right here, I'm right here! - but he doesn't hear her come to him, doesn't see her relieved white eyes. Wilbur is in his ear, whispering warnings and observations and-

"I don't care if there are hoglins, fucking- find her! Find her, you useless fucking ghost!" Tommy screams at Wilbur.

There's just a beat, a single heartbeat of stunned silence. Tommy pants, a mixture of exhaustion and fury trying its hardest to escape him. Wilbur's voice echoes in his mind as he whips around, looking desperately.

If you go forward a bit, there's a cliffside. Below is a very tall tree, far left of the cave. She's standing beneath it.

Tommy runs. He runs faster than he ever had with hooves, maybe faster than he had with feet. His mother glances up as he scrabbles down the cliffside, slipping down jagged rock. He feels hot, wet pain run down his leg but he doesn't slow to check, just tumbles to the ground with a yelp. She shuts her mouth and scruffs him immediately, sniffing his head and checking, reassuring herself, please be alive please be alive please be alive despite the very real squirming and very alive "Mama, please calm down, please, I'm fine."

She collapses when she realises he's safe and fine and alive and she's not childless and she holds him close.

If it were anyone else, Tommy would squeal and try to wiggle out, away, but it's his mother. He lets her hold him, forcing a purr. See? I'm fine.

Wilbur's voice rings out, distant. Tommy, what about the strider?

Tommy doesn't respond. He just lays in his mother's arms, eyes closed.

Nevermind, got it! Tommy turns around to see the strider hit the ground right in front of them with a distressed crackle and an OW THAT MUST'VE HURT out of Wil.

His mother has it dead in seconds.

GOD DAMMIT! Wilbur screeches. I JUST GOT THAT B- I JUST GOT THAT DOWN!

Tommy flattens his ears. His mother snarls as the strider falls apart in a cloud of smoke and dust and string.

Wilbur sighs. Tommy raises an eyebrow. "Can't you just bring one back by yourself? You can- you can 'go ghost', you literally didn't need me."

There's no response.

"Wilbur?"

Not even soft breathing. Tommy's tail falls limp. His mother hugs him closer, as if the lack of wagging meant he was about to drop dead, evaporate like the strider had.

Wil's gone. Tommy can only hope he's going to come back, like he did when his brother died.

Maybe Wilbur just doesn't like death.

Tommy leans into his mother's soft fluff.

"I'm sorry for leaving."

She huffs.

"Please never - fuckin' - please never scream like that again."

Her response is a low snort. You made me afraid. I was afraid. Never run away like that, and I will never scream, Tommy understands.

"Ok, Piglin Mama," Tommy murmurs. "Ok."

Wilbur runs his hands through his hair - real hair. Real, physical, human hair. Living hands, real hair.

He's furious. He won't let it show.

"What's this?" He asks, calm and collected and cool. With a soft smile and curious eyes - he's used to playing a mellow role, an innocent role. "What've you done?"

Dream narrows his eyes. "Why now did it work? Why couldn't I bring you back before, Wilbur?"

Wilbur ignores him, instead digging through his trenchcoat pockets. "Oh, I still have my deck!" he chirps. "Wanna play solitaire?"

"Is it why I can't bring back Tommy?"

"Or are you more of a poker guy? What about war? That's easy enough for you, I think."

"Wilbur," Dream hisses. "Listen to me."

"We could play Uno - queen can be pick up two, king can be pick up four, joker can be skip! Or reverse-"

"WILBUR!"

Wil smiles. "Yes, Dream?"

"Why can't I ressurect Tommy?"

"Do you not like card games? I'm afraid I've only got cards." Dream stands and Wilbur raises an eyebrow. "Aw, do you really have to look up to make eye contact with me?"

"It's because you're wearing tall boots. I'm not wearing shoes," Dream insists. "Sam took them," he adds quietly.

"Sure it's the boots, Dream," Wil snickers. "Sure."

Dream blinks. "Don't distract me."

"I didn't do anything."

"Listen up, Wilbur Soot," Dream snarls.

"Bit formal, what with the whole full name bit, but I'm listening. I'm listening, go ahead, Dream." Wilbur tilts his head, insufferably smug.

"You will tell me how to revive Tommy - you'll tell me what you did, you'll stop tampering - or I will kill you. Do you hear me, Wilbur? Do you understand me? I will kill you."

Wilbur sorts through his deck, counting cards and yawning. Unimpressed.

"I will kill you and bring you back and kill you again. Over and over and over, as long as it takes. Every minute of every hour of every day of every month of every year until. You. Spill. Your. Secrets. Now do you want to listen to me, and do it the easy, easy, easiest way, or d-"

"Actually, I'm a bit - little itty bitty bit, tiny bit - tired of of this whole living thing, love," Wilbur interrupts. Dream stutters as Wilbur runs past Dream, spins round to face him and fall back, arms spread like a bird and wearing a shit eating grin. Wilbur Soot throws himself at burning, starving lava with a silly salute and bright eyes.

"BYE, DREAM!"

The freckled man can't do anything but stare as Wilbur's face contorts in awful, horrible pain for just a moment, then gone. Fully, completely gone - nothing but a swirl of smoke. The scent of burnt flesh stains the air and Dream feels like he's going to vomit. A charred sleeve falls to the ground in front of him - embroidered patches display old flags.

Dream picks up the cloth.

Green and white and pink, blue and purple with a white... sun? And-

He clenches his hand around the scrap.

Half a black circle, a fine yellow border and a bold yellow x. A line of blue runs along the top, and red along the bottom, and white cuts through the center with two more crosses.

The flag of a fallen nation.

Dream holds the patch with shaking hands, fury racing through his veins like hot fire, the fire that ravaged fur and ravaged flesh. He lifts the chunk of fabric to the lava, flinching as the fire swallows it eagerly and licks at his skin with a flash of searing, searing pain. Tears prick at his eyes as he holds a scorched, damaged hand to his chest, breathing like sailer too close to the sea and its sirens. Dreams turns and he swipes the water off his face and he throws it to the ground, to the ring of red blood (his own, his own blood, his own horrible horrible red blood) and a single glove, a single fingerless glove taken from his own hands, a glove with just traces, traces, traces of a dead man, miniscule little skin cells, gloves he had borrowed long ago from hands stained gray with gunpowder, and he waits for the blood to lighten and glow and he waits for Wilbur to appear again with the same cold, cold eyes.

Wilbur doesn't respond.

Dream punches the wall. "STOP TAMPERING! STOP TAMPERING!"

He almost hears the mocking laughter.

Then stop trying.

Far, far away, a small piglin opens his eyes. He's tucked against a bigger piglin, a sow who had never let him sleep beside her before.

There's a baby strider sleeping in front of him an a kind voice in his ears.

Good morning, Tommy.

"Oh, Wilbur! Wil, you're back! Wil. Wil. Wil. Wil, where were you?"

Off. Visited an old friend, brought a new one. Sorry about- about yesterday.

"It's ok, I think. And, by the way?"

Hm?

"Thank you, Wilbur."

For the strider?

"For... everything, really. Everything here."

Oh.

Tommy doesn't hear Wilbur's quiet ...Don't thank me yet.

[vixenpen]

Caged Hearts

(Hawks x Miku)

(((Chap 2 Cat&Mouse)))

((Pt. 1)) ((Pt. 3))

The loud smattering of applause finally made Hawks look up from his second serving of roasted chicken dinner, and he nearly choked when he saw the winged goddess herself gliding through the crowd in a silver gown.

Oh my god, oh my god, what is she doing here? What the—Shit! I need to get an autograph.

Thanks to his dizzying train of thought, it took him longer than necessary to register that the lady of the hour was actually gliding towards their table. In fact, it didn’t register until Mirko and Lady hopped to their feet to pull Syren into one of those squealing group hugs girls did.

“I’m so glad you guys could make it!” Syren exclaimed.

“You kiddin?” Mirko pulled back with a grin, "we wouldn’t have missed it for the world! You were amazing, girl.”

“Thank you.” She beamed

“Seriously, you were incredible,” Lady added.

“Oh, hey, we have some friends we want you to meet.” Mirko gestured to their table.

“This is Kamihara Shinya, aka Edgeshot.”

“Nice to meet you,” Syren smiled.

“Likewise,” Edge gave a curt bow of his head, “your show was a delight.”

“And this is—“

“Oh my god, you’re Hawks!” Her eyes widened.

He could only gawk in response.

It wasn’t until Mirko cleared her throat pointedly that Hawks finally dropped the fork, which had been half way through its journey to his mouth, to reply.

“Heh, yeah, th-That’s me.” He gave her—what he hoped—was a charming smile.

“It’s so great to finally meet you!” Syren said, beaming brighter than he had seen her beam all night.

It should have eased his nerves some that she seemed to be a fan of his. It didn’t.

“Same here.” He replied.

“Well,” Mirko clapped. “I’m going to go to the little lady’s room!”

“Great idea,” Lady hooked her arm through Mirko’s. “I’ll come with.”

“You kids have fun!” Mirko winked. Hawks could have sworn that was directed at him.

“I actually think I saw someone I know earlier,” Edgeshot spoke up next. “I’m going to go say hello. Ms. Syren, why don’t you have a seat?” He gestured to his spot beside Hawks as he stood.

“Sure.”

With that, Hawks’ last buffer was gone.

Those slick assholes.

He didn’t know if he wanted to kill the lot of them when they got back or thank them.

Syren slid into the booth next to him, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him. Her ivory wings brushed against his own.

The singer’s excitement was literally palpable. His feathers were picking up the enthusiastic fluttering of her heart.

Alright, Keigo, play it cool.

“It’s so great to finally meet you, Syren gushed, "I’m such a huge fan."

“Well, that makes two us, Angel.”

Syren blushed. Hawks felt her heart rev which eased his nerves.

Wow, she really is a fan of mine. Alright. This is good. This I can handle.

After all, fans were easy. All he had to do was turn on some of that old Hawks Charm™️, and he would be back in control of his frazzled nerves.

“I have to say, beautiful, I loved your show.”

“Really?“

“Really. I gotta say, I’m surprised you didn’t end with The View from Up Here.”

If it were possible, Syren’s grin grew even wider.

“Oh, you really are a fan! I decided to debut Take Off on a whim. My managers were like: ‘you can’t do that; the audience won’t recognize the song merp merp merp!’ but I told them: ‘this is a meaningful artistic choice! It’ll resonate more with the audience.’ You know, it’s easy to talk about the view from the top once you’re already there, but the scariest part for most people is taking that first step, 'The Take Off,' so to speak so—oh I’m sorry, I’m talking to much aren’t I?”

Hawks snapped his gaping mouth shut and shook his head.

“N-no, not at all.”

I love your view on your craft. Also, your voice is so textured and expressive it almost feels like a constant massage. I could literally listen to you talk for hours and never get tired.

He was definitely keeping that little anecdote to himself.

“I can’t speak for everyone else, but it definitely resonated with me.”

a soft grateful smile danced on her face. “Thank you,” She placed her hand on his arm and gave it a squeeze. “That means Everything coming from you.”

The gesture, friendly as it was, lit a fire under his skin. So much for getting his nerves under control.

Luckily, Syren quickly moved on. Her lavender eyes landed on one of Hawks’ most prized possession, his gold Rolex.

“Oooh!” She trilled. Her wings fluttering excitedly.

God she’s adorable.

“You like this, sweet heart?” Hawks chuckled, holding up his forearm to give her a better view of the jewelry.

She hummed in agreement, reverently stroking the band.

Hawks unhooked the watch, and motioned for Syren’s arm. Even fastening the watch as tight as he could, it still slid

Down her delicate wrist, making her giggle. He smiled.

“It’s so pretty.”

“Heh, it is nice, huh?” He replied, fastening it back on his arm.

A thoughtful smile crossed Hawks face as he stared at the pearl face and reminisced.

“it was the first indulgent purchase I made after becoming a hero. Pretty shallow I know, but hey, when you risk your life every second of everyday, you deserve a little indulgence I say.”

He’d meant to play that as a joke, but he almost couldn’t help the bite in his tone.

“Hawks,” Syren said gently.

His golden eyes met hers.

“I know we just met, but I have a proposal-“

“Woah, already?” He interrupted with a chuckle. “That’s pretty sudden, Angel, can’t a guy get dinner first?”

A flush lit up Syren’s brown cheeks as she giggled.

“Not like that, silly. I was going to ask if you’d come to my birthday party next weekend? I know we just met, but I would really love it if you came.”

“A personal invitation from the birthday girl, herself?” He brought a hand to his chin and rolled his eyes to the ceiling thoughtfully. “Now what kind of guy would I be if I refused an offer like that?”

“An asshole,” she replied.

Hawks let out a bark of surprised laughter at her frankness.

“Well that does it, huh? I can’t have my favorite singer thinking I’m an asshole. Alright, Miss. Syren, I’ll be there.”

She bounced giving a giddy little clap. “Yay!”

Hawks smiled, relaxing in her effervescent presence.

“So,” he inched closer to her, feeling suddenly emboldened. “What does the birthday girl want?”

“Oh no, Hawks, you don’t have to buy me anything,” she waved her hands, dismissively. “just you coming will be enough.”

“Syren, I promise you, babe, it’s no problem.” He threw an arm over the back of her chair.”

A blush colored her cheeks. He smirked. He was still nervous, but the more flustered she got, the more at ease he felt. Not to mention the thrumming of her pulse was sending a sweet little vibration through his wings.

“Hawks, you really don’t have to-“

“Angel,” he drawled in a low, warning tone, “if you know my reputation, you know I’m very persistent in getting what I want.” His golden eyes ran over her body, suggestively. “So, you may not wanna play cat and mouse games with me, beautiful. Unless you like getting caught.”

He didn’t even need his quirk to pick up on Syren’s flustered energy. It was written all over her adorable, blushing face.

“W-well, I, um, I love jewelry, sparkly things, anything to do with music, and backless dresses like this one.” Her voice cracked as she stammered out her reply.

Her nervous energy excited Hawks. He found himself wanting more. Wanting to see just how far he could push her.

“Oh?” his eyes ran over her once more. “Let me see.”

Syren turned away from him. The silver gown she wore dipped dangerously low in the back, showing off a well-toned physique. Her ivory wings flexed, as if to showcase the muscles that kept them working. But what drew Hawks’ was the thin, sparkling silver chain that fell just above her ass holding the slinky little dress in place.

He almost couldn’t help himself as he hooked his fingers beneath the chain and allowed them to travel up the length of her spine. He marveled at the way her wings fluttered as she shivered under his touch. When he reached the juncture between where they protruded from her back a pretty coo escaped her.

Holy fuck.

His voice took on a low, suggestive tone as he asked: “Like this, baby?”

Syren turned to face him, whipping her curtain of silky white hair over her shoulder, and hitting him in the face.

“Just like that, daddy.” She purred.

Hawks choked.

He choked on literal air.

Hawks: 0

Syren: 1,00,000,000

Damn...was not expecting that. Alright, bud, you can bounce back. Smooth and witty, kid.

“Thank you.”

Syren laughed.

Hawks: -1

Syren: 1,00,000,001

“Hey kids, we’re back!” Mirko’s booming voice announced as she and Lady slid back into the booth arm in arm.

Saved by the bunny.

“Hope you two didn’t have too much fun while we were away.” Lady winked, smirking at them.

Hawks aimed a pointed look at her messy hair before glancing at Mirko’s smeared lipstick.

“Not as much fun as you two had, I’m sure.” He shot his friends a smirk of his own.

Lady blushed; Mirko just chuckled.

“Say, you guys didn’t tell me you knew my number one hero!” Syren piped up, placing a hand on Hawks knee.

His heart skipped a beat, both at the title and her touch.

“To be fair, we also didn’t tell him we knew his number one celebrity crush either.” Mirko replied.

Whelp, guess I’ll just die of embarrassment now. Good bye cruel world.

Before he could commence with dying, however, Syren nudged him.

“Your celebrity crush?” She quirked a brow playfully, but he could see the hopeful gleam in those crystal eyes of hers too.

“Guilty as charged, Angel.” He grinned back at her.

The pair held each other’s stare for a beat until Mirko coughed something that sounded a lot like: “She’s single!”

I swear I’m gonna skin this rabbit.

“So, since you two got acquainted, I take it Shiro told you about her birthday party coming up?” Lady asked, leaning forward on her elbows.

“She did, and I agreed to come.” He replied, coolly.

“I can’t wait for you to come!” Her bubbly tone didn’t match the suggestive glint in her eyes or the way she licked her lips slowly as she glanced at his.

Was everyone at this table conspiring to kill him slowly or what?

Mirko smacked her his arm.

"Hey, you better not be coming to the birthday girl's party empty-handed either, Hawks!"

He smacked her back. "C'mon Cotton Tail, what do you take me for? Of course, I've got something special in mind for the lady."

"Oooh!" Syren bounced again. "What is it."

He turned to her, playfully wagging a finger in her face.

"Nuh uh, Angel, it's a surprise. You'll find out soon enough. Promise."

“OK Hawks," she smiled back. Her voice rolled down his spine pleasantly. He had a sudden urge to hear her say his real name the way she said 'Hawks.'

She laid a hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as she leaned forward. His golden-brown eyes dipped straight to the abundance of cleavage spilling out of her low-cut gown.

"Now that you know what I like, I can’t wait for you to give it to me.”

Hawks: -3

Miku: 1,000,000,003

[dnarez]

Chapter 8 - Beautiful

After cooking and eating together Keigo went home with a full stomach and a big smile in his face, he never had someone act so natural around him, it was refreshing it felt like home.

They exchanged numbers this time, he was pretty clear that he was seeing her like a little sister, so she wouldn't feel creeped out.

Both were in the same page about their friendship, which only made Keigo happier since normally people would only want something from him, but she was so nice and friendly, she sounded like she really saw him as her big brother, which again was very refreshing.

He totally would take her in if he could.

--------timeskip-------

Y/n walked to school the next day, Keigo had explained that flying was technically using her quirk so it was illegal since she didn't have a license.

She thought it was unfair having wings that now knew how to fly and not be allowed to.

On her way to U.A. someone poked her shoulder, when she turned around she saw a boy with half white hair and half red hair, he had mesmerizing bi colored eyes and a scar that brought a mysterious look to him, his clothing looking too basic for someone that handsome, before she could stop it her mouth and brain said the same thing at the same time.

"Beautiful..."

The handsome guy was stunned, he had gotten a lot of compliments all his life given who his father is, but never had someone called him that, he was fascinated by this girl's wings and wanted to ask a few questions, but now? Now he had lost his words.

They were like that for a few seconds until she realized what she had said what made her face go bright red and her wings from gray to pure pink.

"I'm so sorry! I-i.... BYE!!!!" She ran to school after that not stopping for nothing, even if she had already escaped the handsome boy, she was so embarrassed that almost ran over her best friend but fate was kind to her purple haired friend, and she realized that it was him just in time, being able to stop just in time.

"Woah! Calm down! What the fuck happened?? You almost killed me there!"

They were a few centimeters from each other, being able to smell each other's breath.

She was breathing heavily trying to make her it evens out, she smells like the fresh mint and cherry tea.

He sighed letting her being able to smell the coffee on his breath.

'Too close' Hitoshi blushed heavily and took a step back.

"S-sorry! I was running from a pretty boy and-"

"Pretty boy?"

"Well... more like handsome boy like... REALLY handsome" she got back to walking to school and Hitoshi was following behind her.

"Oh... yeah but... how did he look?"

"Oh! He had this beautiful hair that was half red and half white, he also had one gray eye and one blue eye, he truly was breathtaking!"

"Uhum" Shinso was feeling annoyed that she though so much of a random boy. "Was his voice also sweet like honey?" He smirked at his sarcastic remark.

"I don't know... I ran from him before he could say anything..." she looked at the ground ashamed

Hitoshi burst out laughing "why- hahahaha! Why would you do that???"

"I... Before he could tell me why he poked my shoulder I called him gorgeous... we both got embarrassed and I ran away" her face was bright red and her wings pure pink

Hitoshi keep laughing at her reaction thinking it was the cutest thing he ever saw.

She covered her face with her wings, he stopped laughing and put his hand on top of her  wing petting it.

"Damn! Why did you stay that?"

"I don't know! My mouth just did it without me noticing!" She puffed her cheeks and opened her wings a little to see him "and stop laughing! Or I won't lunch with you!"

"Ok ok sorry, now come out of ur shell and let's go"

--------timeskip-------

In the lunch line Y/n looked around looking for her other friends from 1-a.

"Hey bird brain, they won't come to school until next Monday remember?" Hitoshi got his food and walked to their usual table with her following him with a bento box on her hands.

"Oh yeah! I forgot about that" they sat down next to each other and started to eat "do you want some? I made takoyaki this time, today diner will be homemade ramen!" She told him cheerfully

"Yeah, sure..."

She poked the takoyaki and turn to him "now open up!" She got the food in front of his mouth

He blushed heavily "w-what are y-" before he could finish she forcefully feed him

"What did you think?" She asked worriedly.

He finished eating it "it's awful, so awful that you shouldn't eat it" he takes another takoyaki "I will make this sacrifice for you" she laughs and put all her takoyaki in his plate.

"I'm glad you liked it" she goes back to eating.

--------timeskip-------

By the end of the day they were leaving the school being accompanied by Haru.

"She's starting to get old... I think she won't be able to pick me up...." she petted the husky's head

"How old is she anyway?" He kicked a pebble that was in his way

"She's 8, I love her with all my heart, I also love Void with all my heart." She combed her hair with her fingers

"So... how is flying?" He rubbed his neck with his right hand, the silence wasn't uncomfortable, but he wanted to hear her talking more.

"I can fly now but it's illegal to use my quirk without supervision of a pro or a license" she sighed and looked up at him "I'm lucky that my big brother have the day off, He can help me practice".

"Big brother? Since when do you have a brother?" He stopped at a vending machine and put the cash on it

She stopped by his side "we... we aren't blood related, but He does help me a lot, so I'm thinking of calling him 'onichan' what do you think?" He got a cherry coke and some coffee, giving her the coke.

"I think it's weird but... he is a pro hero isn't he?" He opened the cool coffee and drank it.

She did the same and got back to walking slowly since Haru was getting tired. "Yeah he is..."

"What's his hero name?" He asked, while also slowing down to walk side by side.

He saw her lips moving but didn't understand "sorry, what"

"I said...." she was looking at the floor, her (h/c) hair making a curtain to hide her face.

"Can you speak louder? I still can't understand"

"Hawks.... it's Hawks...." she didn't see the surprised face he made

"Like... number three hero Hawks, or....?"

"Yeah... that one, I understand  if you don't trust me so... I have a picture to prove it" she got her cellphone from her pocket and looked in her gallery "here!"

She showed him a picture of her and Haws sitting on the couch, he had his gear off and was with his head on her shoulder smiling at the camera, she was with a big smile on her face and her head on his, their wings on the background both showing, his  red ones and her yellow ones.

"Damn... you will have a lot of help with your quirk won't you?" He petted Haru's head when they stop in front of her apartment

"Yeah! Do you want help with your body?" Her wings got lightly yellow

"Nope" he said popping the p "Don't need that kind of help when you got a quirk like mine"

She sighed "okay but if you change your mind please don't even think about going to someone else" she waved at him and got inside the gate with Haru "bye 'toshi, see you tomorrow!" She got inside, and he made his way to his house.

She unlocked the door and was surprised by the tasty smell of chicken and ramen. Making her way to the kitchen she was surprised by the scene.

Keigo cooking with casual clothing (picture on this chapter is his clothing), his feather all over the kitchen helping him cook and Void on top of his head looking what he was doing.

Keigo looked at the door and smiled seeing his little sister "hope you don't mind, I got in by the balcony window and since you still were at school I decided to make some food for us while waiting"

"I am home onii-chan!" Her wings full yellow and her smile super bright.

He looked at her surprised and gave her a bigger smile "welcome back one-chan" she got close to him right by his side, and he petted her head.

They truly had a place to call home now. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ........................................................

So... since it had 1 vote for Bakugo and 1 vote for Shoto I had to make the decision and I choose Shoto(as you could see in this chapter).

Also... happy birthday to me!!!!🎉🎉❤  (04/09)

1500 words

[bigboomboi]

A gift Worth Thousands

Words: 3,297

Warning: Cursing and that’s about it, nothing but fluff here

Happy Birthday Bakugo Katsuki!

As soon as Bakugo woke up, he knew what day it was. The thought irritated him to no end, because for some reason people always thought to make a big deal out of it. It was just a stupid day, like every other stupid day. There was no need for the dumb, annoyingly loud singing or several random people running up to say it all day… or the bountiful amount of gifts he never actually got.

Yeah. None of that ever happened. Not for him anyway.

In all his years 1-A tried to celebrate his birthday once their first year and out of embarrassment-disguised as irritance he blew up the cake. Now, no one actually does anything for his birthday. He'll get the occasional birthday frame on snapchat from all his streaks. But that'll be it. Well, that and the birthday text from his parents. But, nothing more.

So, he thinks, until he opens his door.

"What the fuck?" A small box sat on the floor. If it hadn't been for the bright polka dotted wrapping paper he wouldn't have seen it.

He picked it up and shook it gently, like it was going to tell him what was in it. A low thunking echoed from inside it and in his piqued interest he ripped the lid off, ungracefully.

'Happy Birthday, Bakugo!'- A simple kind of note, typed so he wouldn't know the handwriting.

Under the note sat a small ceramic bomb-omb. Nothing more to it, nothing less. Just a-kind of- adorable paperweight.

He rolled his eyes at the gift, and looked over everything to find the gifter, but found nothing. What kind of idiot doesn't put their name on a gift?

"Whatever, thanks whoever." He grumbled turning back into his room to set the paperweight on his desk before rushing off to start his early morning training. 

During his workout, he managed to forget about the gift he got, and almost about his birthday altogether. All the way up until he was greeted by two gift boxes in front of his door, these bigger than the last he got. He scooped the two boxes up, once again not finding any indication of the senders.

Bakugo opened the longer box of the two, his eyebrows furrowing at the two black, and orange wooden sticks carefully placed, crossing each other. Looking closer at them, he found that they were custom made drumsticks. They both had his name elegantly carved into the base, small explosion drawings on either side of his name.

He looked at the note left on the bottom of the box ‘I know you broke your last set… and the others, so these are made out of Hickory, a bit heavier than the Maple ones the school gives but sturdier. Happy Birthday!’ Once again, no name. 

He pulled open the next gift, the simple note on top short and sweet. ‘I thought you’d like this one, Happy Birthday :)’ It was a pro switch controller, in his hero colours, his initials detailed onto the left bottom side of the controller. Another thing inside the box was a dock, also detailed for him. Explosions covered it, and his common saying of ‘Die Extras’ slanted on the front side. He flipped it over to find the back was decorated with his name.

Bakugo covered his face and scoffed, realizing he was smiling at the gifts he’d received. He grumbled, irritated that he didn’t know who left him his presents. He hadn’t even the slightest clue. At the same time… he didn’t want to ask and make it seem like he cared. 

So he didn’t. 

He stomped his way down stairs, running into the rest of his class. Literally, with neither watching where they were going, Bakugo and Y/N collided harshly. Squeaking, Y/N slipped and almost fell, but thankfully Bakugo’s arm secured her to his chest before she could go down.

“Oh, hi, Bakugo! Thank you!” Y/N L/N. Eighteen years old, rank fifth in the class. Quirk; Glass creation. She could create glass from her body, much like Momo. She was kind, smart, quiet. Easy to work with in teams. 

Actually, she was really cute when he gave her a real once over.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Watch where you’re going, dumbass.” He grumbled, letting her stand up straight.

“I think that’s a two-way road, Bakugo.” She teased, softly.

Bakugo scoffed, pushing past her, knocking her shoulder, albeit softer than he would anyone else, but still. “Whatever.”

“Oh, Bakugo!” She called before he got too far. “Happy birthday!”

Despite the scowl on his lips, his heart smiled, beating a bit faster. Before the flush on his face could expose him, he waved her off and walked off. 

Now, as he stepped into homeroom, he was less annoyed to find another gift wrapped box. This time it sat on his desk and it was flat and maybe just bigger than his hand. He furrowed his eyebrows, he clearly wasn’t the first one in the classroom as other students had already sat in their seats talking or scrolling through their phone.

Bakugo looked around, discreetly, to see if anyone was watching him expectantly, but no one was. He huffed, and gently untied the ribbon and pulled the lid off. ‘Yes, you can wear it inside. Iida shouldn’t bother you about it, Happy Birthday!’ His lip twitched up into a smile, this time the note was handwritten. It was pretty and small, definitely not Kaminari or Kirishima.

Under the note sat a black beanie, an orange explosion was embroidered on the folded lip with ‘Ground Zero’ decorated through the middle of it. By the looks of it, it looked like it was hand sewn, at least from the slight offness of the letters, but it was still well put together. He lifted it to put it on, but paused and looked over to Iida. It only took a moment for Bakugo to catch his eye and Iida simply nodded and went back to his conversation.

Bakugo smirked, they really did talk to Iida about it. Who the hell would go through the trouble to make sure he wouldn’t get bitched at? For some reason, his eyes flickered over to her. Maybe it was because she just stepped into the classroom, or because he kind of wanted the gifter to be her. The world would never know.

He slid the beanie over his hair, watching Y/N just barely make it to her seat before the bell rang. Unable to help himself, he listened into her conversation with Tsu, maybe secretly hoping it was about him. “You were almost late, ribbit.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t get it to fit in my locker.” Y/N whispered, a pout evident in her voice. “This is hard.”

“You’re the one who chose to do it this way. There were much easier ways to go about it, ribbit.” Tsu teased.

“Yeah, yeah. But I’m a pussy, so there’s that.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Hey, Baku-Bro. Nice beanie!” Kirishima suddenly dragged Bakugo out of the girl’s conversation.

“Thanks, Shitty Hair. Birthday present.” Bakugo grunted, watching his expression, just in case it was him who gifted him the hat.

“That’s awesome, who gave it to you?” Kirishima’s eyes lit up at the idea of his friend getting a gift.

“Dunno. No name on the box.” He answered, ruling out his best friend. “They just let a note.”

Bakugo handed over the note, not noticing the eyes of a certain someone following his movement. Kirishima looked over it, eyebrows furrowing. He knew the handwriting, he’d seen it somewhere. But where? Then it clicked for him.

Glancing up at Bakugo, who stared out the window, he let his eye shift over to the glass maker. She turned red instantly, knowing she’d been caught. Her eyes widened in panic as Kirishima began speaking again.

“Well, the handwriting is way to nice to be us.” He pointed out, referring to the boys of the Bakusquad. “Mina slants her writing a bit, too. So I don’t think it’s from her. Why don’t you ask Iida, they obviously talked to him, so he should know.”

Kirishima could almost swear he could feel Y/N’s heart beating from his seat. Bakugo grunted and rolled his eyes. “I don’t care, enough. If they want to hide, they can hide.”

That was a lie, but Y/N didn’t know that. All she knew was that she was safe from the embarrassment of him knowing. She glared at Kirishima as he grinned at her and had half the mind to throw her note book at him, but that would cause issues, so she settled for flipping him off.

All she had to do was make it through the rest of the day and she could go back to silently pining. This secret admirer gifting thing was stressful.

 Making it to lunch, Bakugo hadn’t gotten anymore gifts. Which was a bit annoying, but he didn’t dwell on it too much. Or tried to. He expected another gift or two, but nothing, so guessed they were done.

But Uraraka stopping him before he could go buy lunch, changed that thought. “Here you go, Bakugo! Happy Birthday!” She passed him an adorably wrapped bento box.

“Pink cheeks? You’re the one leaving me presents?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, no.” She waved her hands, trying to shoo away the idea. “I’m just the messenger!”

Was it bad that that cleared away his sudden disappointment? “Who the fuck is it then?”

Uraraka grinned. “I am not allowed to disclose that information.”

“I’ll buy you cookies if you tell me.” He tried.

“Nope, she gave me ten boxes of Pockey to swear secrecy.” She beamed before slapping her hands over her mouth.

“She?” Bakugo smirked. “You might as well tell me her name, now.”

Uraraka shook her head and he sighed. “Whatever, tell her I said thanks at least.”

“Enjoy!” She smiled, before running off.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and stalked off to his table and sat down, briefly noting Mina wasn’t around. He looked around to find her sitting with the other girls of 1-A, and they all stared him down. With them all watching, it was hard to tell which one gave him lunch. He looked away from them to open his lunch.

It was charbroiled chicken with a side of cucumber, crab sticks, macaroni salad, and white rice. He could immediately smell the spice wafting off the chicken, they really put work into it.

“Woah, that looks really good, Bakugo!” Denki complimented, already salivating.

Bakugo quickly raised a threatening fist, as he looked over the note in the lid. “Touch it and I’ll blow you up.”

‘Spicy chicken for the Spicy Explosion Boy? Happy Birthday!’ This one also was handwritten.

“Don’t take it personal, he’s just protective over his birthday gifts.” Kirishima teased. “From the secret gifter.”

“Oh, a mysterious sender on your birthday? Do they know you hate celebrating your birthday, or?” Sero commented, laughing.

“I don’t know.” Bakugo grumbled, taking a bite of his lunch. “And I don’t hate it.”

“You figure out who’s leaving them?” Kirishima asked.

“They’re a she. Pink cheeks gave me the box and said she bribed her into silence.” Bakugo answered.

“So a girl. That’s not Uraraka.” Sero piped. “Momo?”

“I don’t think she likes Bakugo enough to put this much energy into his birthday. Plus, her handwriting is too different from this girl’s.” Kirishima offered.

“Mina?” Denki tried.

“Doubt it, she would give these gifts to him herself. Also she can’t wrap presents for shit. Remember Christmas?” Kirishima said, munching on his own lunch.

“Jirou? I got drumsticks this morning.” Bakugo admitted, although he knew it wasn’t her.

“Nah, pretty sure she’d drown you if she got the chance. Not make you lunch.” Kirishima shrugged, absentmindedly looking at the girls who had moved onto their own devices. “Maybe it’s Y/N. She always gives people a bunch of birthday presents. Tsu got like twenty on her birthday.”

“I don’t talk to Y/N.” Bakugo hurriedly pushed the idea away.

“You barely talk to any of them, dude.” Denki reminded, laughing. “So it could be Y/N.”

Bakugo grunted, ignoring the comment, trying to feign indifference, but he subtly turned his gaze into the giggling girls, zoning in on the one in question. He did sort of want it to be her leaving him gifts.

He toyed with the thought for the rest of lunch, her going through all the work to get him gifts, wrapping them and giving him notes? The idea brought a light feeling to his chest. But was it a plausible thought?

Would Y/N really waste the time on an asshole like him?

Probably not, he decided, pushing the thought to the back of his mind.

Later on, gathered in the living room some of the 1-A students tried to work through their homework while the others idly played on their phones. Bakugo sat staring at his textbook, working through who his gifter was, but he couldn’t get past the want for it be Y/N. So really, he was just thinking about her for the last two hours.

“Guys, I made cupcakes!” Speak of the devil. Y/N set out cutely iced, chocolate cupcakes with basic white icing, nothing too special.

Reaching to grab one, Bakugo’s hand was intercepted, by different cupcake “Wait! This one’s for you.” She handed him an orange iced cupcake with a small candle in the middle. “A birthday cupcake!”

A birthday cupcake? He blinked at it and then up at her. He hadn’t had any sort of cake since the one he exploded. Thankfully, everyone else was too caught up in snagging a regular cupcake for themselves to noticed how dumbstruck he was.

“Uh, sorry about the plate, I thought it was a cute idea at the time, but then I realized what the heck are you going to use it for after this.” He looked down to look at his plating. It was a small tea plate, shaped as an explosion. “So, you don’t have to keep it if you don’t want to, you can even toss it out the window right now if you want to, I-.”

“Thank you, for the cupcake and the plate. I think I’ll keep it.” He cut her rambling off.

“You’re, um, you’re welcome. I’m glad you like it.” Bakugo felt prideful, knowing that the soft smile she presented was for him.

There was that stupid hopeful thought again. Maybe he could just ask her, would she tell the truth? How disappointed would he be if it turned out not to be her? Too disappointed, but still he opened his mouth to ask anyway.

“Did-?” He started only get interrupted by Denki.

“Hey, wanna play your new game a bit before we go to bed?” Denki asked through a mouthful of cake. Yeah, he received another present in his last class; the new Mario Party game.

“Pikachu, don’t talk with your mouth full, fucking gross.” Bakugo snapped. “And no, not if you didn’t finish your homework!”

“But I did!” Denki waved his worksheet around. “See!”

Bakugo snatched the paper from the kid and looked over it, he dully noted that Y/N and retreated away. But his courage to ask her was faded now, so it didn’t matter anyway. What did matter; “Number nine is wrong. Correct it while I go grab my controller.”

He handed the paper back and stomped up to his room. While, this birthday had been better than the last several, he somehow still ended up dissatisfied at the end of the day. He’d gotten a crap ton of gifts and yet he hadn’t gotten the one thing he just realized he actually wanted.

Fucking stupid.

“Bakugo?” A voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see Y/N. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking about shit.” He shrugged.

“Well, don’t think about things that’ll make you upset it’s your birthday!” She tried, cheerfully.

He scoffed. “Yeah, that’s the shit I’m thinking about.”

Y/N furrowed her brows at the statement. “Did you not like your presents?”

“No, I do. I guess. I just didn’t get the one I really wanted.” He huffed, vaguely.

He missed the slightly saddened look she eyed him with before her next sentence. “Well, hopefully you’ll like the next one!”

With that she skipped past him, leaving him to continue his trek to his room. Unless, the next gift she left him was Y/N herself, it wouldn’t make him feel better. And looking at the relatively large box left at his door, it wasn’t Y/N.

Still, he picked it up, surprised by the weight it held. He set the box on his chair and briefly read the note ribboned to the top advising him that it was fragile. Intrigued he pulled the top off and grabbed the note from inside.

‘Sorry, this is the last one I promise! I put a lot into this one, I hope you like it. Happy Birthday, I hope it was a good one.’ Sadly, this one was typed out. He liked her handwriting better.

Under the note, surrounded by a mass amount of tissue paper was a thick rectangle of glass, in what looked like a picture frame. Pulling it out completely, he found it had a cord attached. Confused, he set the glass on his desk and plugged it in.

Suddenly the glass came to life, a bright light shining up from the bottom illuminating the picture in the middle. A picture of him, actually. He was posed leaping forwards, his right hand raised and an explosion began to form. At the top of the glass words were etched ‘Ground Zero’ and then below his pictured body ‘#1 Hero’.

“Damn right, I am.” It was like one of the 3D picture crystals you saw at the mall, but bigger. “Wish I knew who you were.”

He clicked off the lights and grabbed his controller. Starting out of the room, he looked down at his controller. It took a few steps for a thought to blossom. Tsu and Uraraka had custom controller, both birthday presents, from one person. The same person who vowed to get everyone their own controller eventually. The same person who would give a person a hundred gifts if she could. The same person who literally had a quirk to create his latest gift in her bedroom…

The same person he’d been thinking about all fucking day.

“Son of a bitch.” Bakugo rushed down the stairs, practically running back to the living room, hoping she hadn’t gone to hang out in one of the girls’s rooms.

“There you are, Bakugo, thought you had ditched us.” Kirishima started to joke, but he was ignored as his friend zeroed in on Y/N who had set down a bowl of chips on the table.

She yelped as Bakugo snagged her wrist, spinning her around. “Bakugo, what ar-?”

“The last one was great, really. But still not what I want.” He declared.

Her face burned, she was caught. But she didn’t feel like he was going to kill her, so she took a chance. “Wh-what do you want?”

He grinned and leaned forwards, pressing his lips to hers. They didn’t hear the class gasp and cheer around them. They fell into their own world of each other, only returning to reality when air was needed. The moment lasted though, their eyes still locked, foreheads sweetly pressed together.

“Oh, here!” Y/N stepped away grabbing something off the table. One of the stick bows that was attached to a present box he left on the table, she turned back to him as she stuck it to her shirt. “Happy birthday!”

Bakugo laughed and pulled her back to his chest, kissing her forehead. “Yeah, happy birthday to me.”

[xpeachesncream]

Hey Nikki! Could you do a perfectly wrong drabble of reader thinking she is pregnant? thank you <3

perfectly wrong | drabble [10]: why are there multiple kinds of pregnancy tests for Taehyung to decide between?

word count: 1.9k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content, pregnancy scare (use protection and use protection well, folks!)

note: this ended up being a little longer than i thought lol sorry! hope you enjoy still. i also just whipped this up before going to bed so this is pretty raw - excuse any mistakes pls. love me still 🥺

"Fuck!" You yelled as you ran to the bathroom as a huge wave of nausea hit you yet once again this morning. You were abruptly woken up early in the morning due to the feeling, not getting much rest after the first time you hurled last night's dinner into the toilet bowl. Taehyung had just walked into your apartment, mouth slightly open as he furrowed his brows watching you run off to the bathroom.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He says, swinging the bathroom door open as you dry-heaved into the bowl, curse words trailing shortly after. He crouches to your level, rubbing your back and holding your hair out of the way.

"I don't know, I just woke up feeling--" He watched as you threw your head back into the toilet bowl, a little bit of the water you had taken down earlier coming back up. "Really shitty." You continue after you spit.

"Shit, did you eat anything bad yesterday?"

"I don't think so? Nothing seemed suspicious." You pointed at him weakly. "And you look perfectly dandy being that we ate at the same places." You rested your back against the wall, eyeing how god-like your boyfriend looked.

"I'm sorry, love." He pouted. "You okay to get up now? Let's get you in bed and I can run out to grab whatever you need me to grab." You sat there, pondering on your thoughts for a second. The food you ate last night didn't seem bad, but also you never know. However, you were starting to freak out mainly because of the countless, amazing, 'let me rearrange your guts' type of sex you've been having with your boyfriend. That thought always has to be taken into consideration.

"What's the date today?" Taehyung quickly whips out his phone to check the date on his lockscreen.

"The 20th. Why?" Your eyes widened. You were supposed to get your period 5 days ago. Albeit, you've always been on a weird, irregular schedule ever since you were younger. Getting on birth control somewhat helped regulate that, but lately it hadn't been wonky. You usually got it on the 15th. "Why, baby?" His eyes started to widen.

"I'm late, Tae. I should've gotten my period 5 days ago."

"Okay, let's not panic. We can't assume just yet, right?" He begins to slightly freak out, but he's doing his best to keep his emotions in check. He was worried as hell now, not only because you were hurting but because this?

Lord, please. If you get me out of this one, I won't slap Y/N's ass ever again.

Don't get him wrong, he really wanted to be a father. He had always dreamed of having a good sized family with the love of his life. But right at this moment? He wasn't ready. You weren't ready. You both were just trying to survive school and that was already work on its own.

"Right." You say, but you're fucking screaming internally. Jesus fucking christ?!

"Let's get you in bed. I'll grab you some gatorade and soup while you get some more rest." He says, helping you up. You loved his cologne and taking in his scent, but today you couldn't deal. You sat on the edge of your bed, immediately grabbing the trash can next to your night stand and puked a little bit more acid.

"God, I'm so tired. Let this be ooooover." You whined as Tae tucked you into your sheets and wiped your face clean with a warm, wet towel. He folded it in half, placing the towel onto your forehead to help regulate your temperature as much as possible.

"I'm so sorry, babygirl. I hate seeing you like this." He kisses you on the cheek. "Don't drink water just yet, it doesn't seem like you can keep it down. I'll come back right away, okay? Try to get some sleep."

"Can you grab a test?" He swallows the lump in his throat.

"Yeah, of course." He smiles toothlessly, watching as your eyes slowly droop and shut close, the exhaustion from all this effort hitting you out of nowhere. Tae was worried sick, and he honestly wished he could snap his fingers so that the things you need would just appear and he wouldn't have to leave you alone.

He gets to the closest convenience store that would have everything you needed in one place. He grabs you a few bottles of gatorade, making sure to grab you the blue Glacier Freeze bottles because he remembers you saying that's the only flavor you grew up drinking. He grabs a couple of ingredients to whip you up some chicken noodle soup later once you're able to tolerate the gatorade at the very least. He also grabs a few unnecessary things like snacks for you both [mainly him cause it's based off of his own cravings right now] and then makes his way over to the aisle that has the condoms and pregnancy tests.

Tests?

Multiple kinds?

How the fuck is he supposed to know? Does one differ by the other much? They all look like the same fucking stick. They all look like that game of pick up sticks.

His eyes go from one box to another, mouth slightly hanging from how overwhelmed he is right now. This one says 6 days sooner, but the other box has two sticks for the price of one? He's assuming that's a nice safety blanket to have an extra stick confirm your results. But there's also one box with two sticks AND the 6 days sooner message.

Then a box with 4 sticks?

"Hooooly mother of pearl, fuck it." He says, grabbing the one with 4 sticks and the 6 day message. That's the gold for him. It makes him feel a little better knowing he could look at all 4 sticks. Does Y/N even have enough pee for this? He's about to make his way out of the aisle when he passes the condoms and lube.

Heh, no lube cause I make my girl hella wet already.

But condoms? After today, he was highly thinking about it. But lord knows how much he'd hate to have to wrap it up like that. Condoms are for sure your friends, but that raw feeling when he's inside the girl he truly loves - Exquisite. Chef’s kiss. Absolutely irreplaceable.

He eyes the boxes one more time before a little elderly lady walks past him in the aisle. She looks at him, smiles, then looks at the condoms before looking down at his basket with the pregnancy tests.

"A little late for that, don't you think?" She chuckles as she jokes to herself.

Well, damn? Like that??

He purses his lips into a fine line before rushing out of the aisle and making his way to the self-checkout lanes. He quickly checks out, not realizing he had gotten a little distracted from his own thoughts.

Getting back to your place, he notices you're still sound asleep. He takes your trash out and dumps it down the trash slot outside of your door. He cleans up a little in your living room, folding your blankets neatly and lighting your favorite candle. He washes the dishes left in your sink as he waits for the stove to heat up. He starts to whip up that chicken noodle soup for you so it would be ready.

Once he's done, he grabs a bottle of gatorade and sits on the edge of your bed, gently brushing the hair out of your face.

"Here baby, drink some." He says, handing you the opened bottle. You stir in your position, sitting upright in order to get some of the gatorade into your system. You hope you can keep it down and make some progress. "I got you the tests." He shows you the box with 4 sticks.

"Damn, babe. Four sticks?" He clicks his teeth and points a finger gun at you.

"The more the merrier, amirite?"

"I should probably do those now." You take your time standing up with Tae right beside you, making sure you don't get dizzy or lose your balance. In the bathroom, you stand and stare at the box for a little, reality kind of settling in for you. This is actually happening right now.

"Hey, whatever happens, I'll be right here, okay? We'll figure this out." He reassures you, giving a kiss on the side of your head as you silently nod and open the box. You sit on the toilet, Tae helping you swap out the sticks until you no longer need to pee. He sets the aside the sink carefully, putting on a timer on his phone.

"Fuck. I can't just sit here and watch." You dig your head into your hands.

"I almost bought condoms." He chuckles, trying to brighten the mood.

"Taehyung and condoms? No way. My boyfriend would never."

"I would if absolutely necessary - and by absolutely necessary, I mean like today o’clock." You shoot him a look, the statement only heightening your anxiety. "But! I didn't, okay! We'll be fine, we can't assume."

"You're pulling out next time."

"I mean if you let me bust my load on your—"

"No, you're gonna cum in your own fucking hands after today." You furrow your eyebrows angrily.

"Baby." He laughs. "That's no fun."

"Taehyung, we're sitting in my bathroom waiting for four pregnancy tests to show their results!" His timer goes off and suddenly you feel sick again.

"I guess we'll find out if I'm daddy in a few minutes." You smack him on the chest.

"Don't ever."

"Please, ladies first." He nods towards the sticks.

"You!"

"Why me?"

"It's your sperm that did this!"

"Woah m'lady, it takes two to tango!"

"Pick up the goddamn sticks." He clicks his teeth.

"Fuck, fine!" He picks up the stick. "Oh my god, baby." He says, gasping with his mouth agape.

That's it. You're gonna fucking cry. Everything is turning into white noise. Yes, you wanted a family but all of this shit was happening so quickly you couldn't even—

"You're not pregnant." He says in the same dramatic tone.

"I'm going to fight you!" You shriek at him, grabbing the sticks to double check. You see one single line across all four sticks, causing you to breathe a sigh of relief. You start to cry a little, causing Taehyung to laugh and pull you into a hug. He knows how stressed you just were and he knows this moment alone must have taken a lot out of you. He can't help but wanna cuddle you in his arms for the rest of the day.

"Oh never again, love."

"Don’t get me wrong. I wanna have your babies but I’m not ready to right now."

"I fully agree, 100%."

"I'll call my doctor tomorrow just to make sure we're in the clear." He nods.

"Feeling a little better?" You shake your head.

"Honestly, I still feel like shit."

"Go sit in bed, I'll bring the bowl of soup to you." He kisses you on the nose. "I love you."

"I love you, too." And that's what you do - sit in bed while your man brings your bowl of soup that he delicately prepared over so you can get something in your system. Luckily, you were able to hold both that and the gatorade down and that's what your diet consisted of for the rest of the day.

The good ol' doc says it's nothing but a dumb stomach bug and that your birth control is just playing mind games with you, showing you the results to confirm the negative pregnancy test. He demands you take it easy and get lots of love in the mean time until you fully recover from whatever thing you ate that day that wasn't prepared carefully.

You live and you learn. Life is all about that, right?

"Never again, Tae."

"We don't mean that." He whines as he chases after you walking towards the car.

"You try being in my shoes during a pregnancy scare then!"

[let-it-raines]

For catch me if you can, I'd really love to see something about them having a second kid since I know you mentioned it before. Maybe something about how Emma's pregnancy is different now that Killian's retired! Thank you for all of your wonderful words!!!!!!

I am forever and always amazed by the love and support that the Catch Me If You Can universe receives, and I love that you guys let me get these words out of my head and onto the page...or the screen. 

So here’s just a day in the life for these two that definitely alludes to some things that happen in their future!

on ao3 | here | if that’s more your jam. 

-/-

July 2025

Killian doesn’t know what to do with himself.

He’s cleaned the house. Every damn floor. That includes dusting the shutters and scrubbing the baseboards and running the vacuum twice before cleaning all of the hardwood and tile.

All of the beds are made, which is not an easy feat for how many pillows Emma likes to put on their bed, and all of Jace’s toys are in their containers. Killian knows that they’ll all be dumped out later, probably as soon as Jace wakes up from his nap, but it’s nice for once to not be worried about stepping on something and for his living room to not be a disaster.

Jace is one of the best things to ever happen to him, but Killian is still not used to how everything is beyond messy all of the time.

But not now.

Though, if it was still messy, at least he’d have something to do.

He’s cleaned the house, worked out, paid bills, set out chicken to defrost for dinner, and now, all he has to do is watch the game.

That’s not necessarily what he wants to be doing right now.

Not when he’s not the one on the mound or in the dugout and not when he still recognizes over half the faces in Yankees uniforms.

He could still be playing. He could. His arm hasn’t hurt in awhile, but that’s because he hasn’t been pitching several days a week and doing training and playing games. He has given his body the rest it needs, but damn if he doesn’t still ache.

It was his decision. He wanted it. It’s for the best.

Watching this season, though, not having any kind of regular job or connection or part of the team, is fucking weird.

But he watches because he loves the game and loves Will and Eric and Robin and all of the other guys on the team.

He watches because he likes to listen to his wife kick ass as a commentator.

She does every single time. Sighing, Killian puts the vacuum on its dock in the closet and then walks over into the living room, plopping down on the couch and turning the volume up. They’re in the bottom of the sixth, the Yankees are winning, and he hears Emma telling some story about Will that he knows is one of the age-old tales that publicists feed commentators so they have something to say to fill dead air-time.

Emma hates having to use those, but she tries not to let too much of her own personal connection with the players in.

That doesn’t really work when fifty percent of what she’s asked about has to do with him. She says it doesn’t bother her, that she’s proud to be his wife and to get to tell stories of all of her seasons with him, but there’s this small part of him that will always hate whenever anyone makes her career about him. They’re intertwined, yes, but Emma has always stood out.

His phone rings in his lap, and Killian slides his finger across the screen.

“Hey, A.”

“Hey,” Ariel says, “did you get any of my emails today?”

“I haven’t checked. Why? What’s up?”

“I sent you some stuff about interviews. Fallon and Meyers both want you on. GMA and Kelly and Ryan want you and Emma on.”

“For what? We’re not promoting anything, and you know we’re keeping Emma away from as many cameras as possible.”

“She’s literally on TV right now.”

“You know they only shoot from the shoulders up most of the time, unless it’s a rain delay or something.”

“They can do that on these shows.”

“With all of the crew that’s on those sets?” Killian clicks his tongue and stretches his arms above his head. “I don’t know. I have to talk to Emma. Why do they want us on, again?”

“It seems the two of you have become very popular on the internet because of a Buzzfeed article.”

“What the hell?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know it’s weird, but it’s one of those where they talk about reasons to watch sports, and then they list a bunch of attractive athletes. You’re on the list, and the author attached a link or whatever to some article about you, Emma, and Jace. It’s kind of blown up into its own thing. How have you not seen it?”

“Woah, woah, woah, do these people not realize I’m retired? They can’t watch me play unless they want to watch old games.”

“You’re literally missing the entire point.”

“No, I got it, A.”

“So will you do the shows?”

“Eh,” he groans, running his hand through his hair, “that sounds a little too gimmicky to me, especially the morning show ones, and I told you I have to run it by Emma before I let you run with it.”

“Look, I get it,” Ariel sighs, and he has a feeling she’s about to do some of her famous convincing. “You’re a manager’s dream, Killian Jones, but you’re also my worst nightmare. I know you don’t like actually saying it, even though you just did, but you’re retired now. You’re going to have money coming in forever no matter what, but it wouldn’t help to grease the wheels a little bit, keep your star power alive while you stay under the radar figuring out the next big thing for you. I’m just saying that this could be good for the both of you. I’ll even make it so that the questions can’t be too invasive.”

“How are they not going to be invasive? They’re literally asking about my personal life. That’s why they want me on the shows.”

“I have my magic ways.”

Killian groans and leans back on the couch, running his hands through his hair and pinching his nose. “We’re keeping this pregnancy quiet as long as possibly can. The only way either of us would possibly agree to it is careful camera angles and no mention of the pregnancy.”

“How would they mention the pregnancy if they don’t know about it?”

“Well, someone could see. Look, I don’t know. I’ll run it by Emma tonight, okay?”

Ariel’s sigh is deep on the other end of the phone, and he knows that she gets it, even if she’s exasperated with him. It’s been happening a lot more lately with her trying to learn to manage him when he’s not always in the clubhouse or on the plane, and the adjustment period is still new.

All of this is.

“She’s going to say no.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know the two of you, I do. Is there any way I could convince you to do it, just you?”

Killian chuckles and rolls his eyes. He wouldn’t be opposed to going on a few late night shows. Those were always a good time. He’s just not going to have his life be put on a public platter without talking to his wife first. “Bye, A. Go bother your husband.”

“He’s kind of in the middle of a game right now in case you haven’t noticed.”

“I’m sure you can still find a way to bother him.”

She scoffs. “I will hear from you by the morning, you asshole. Goodbye.”

And then the line goes dead.

Bloody frustrating woman.

Emma’s voice echoes from the television, and Killian turns his attention back to the game. From all accounts, this seems like any other run of the mill game where everything has been average. It’s not a blow out, there aren’t any spectacular plays, and it’d be a good game to put on for a nap.

Maybe that’s what he should be doing with his free time.

He should have done that earlier, though, because he knows that Jace will be up soon.

“My husband won three World Series in what a lot of people consider a very short career for a pitcher. I don’t think you can say that’s normal. There’s only a handful of men born in the last few decades that can say that, actually.”

“Of course,” Isaac adds, “but with the way you say it, you act as if he won all of those on his own.”

Oh fucking hell. Isaac and James need to go to another team or another network. Killian’s never listened to them much since he used to watch games on mute, but damn, it’s like they don’t know how to talk positively about anyone. Is that what viewers want?

“I have never once said that,” Emma corrects, tense. “It’s always been a team effort. The starting pitcher doesn’t even play the entire game, but you implied that my husband was a mediocre player when he was anything but. Of course, he had help. Will Scarlet, for instance, helped Killian in every game. These teams are like puzzles, and you have to have all of the pieces to get the end goal. But, I mean, damn, can we go one game without you interrogating me on Killian’s stats? He was a damn good player, and nothing is going to change that.”

“You don’t have to get so emotional about it. I’m simply doing my job.”

Fuck you, Isaac.

“Alright,” Emma sighs, the camera now showing them in the booth. She’s smiling, and to the rest of the world, she looks like she always does, but there’s a tightness in the tug of her lips that he doesn’t like. “Let’s look at a play of the game presented by Chase.”

And then the screen cuts to a double play from earlier, and Killian mutes the television and stands up. What just happened isn’t going to go over well with the network, and he already knows Emma isn’t going to be home late.

Killian sighs and walks upstairs until he gets to Jace’s room. Jace is standing up in his crib trying to climb over it, and when he looks up and sees Killian, he plops back down and pretends that he wasn’t just trying to do some kind of Mission Impossible escape. They’ve got to think about moving the kid to a bed soon. All of the books say he needs to be a little older, but Killian thinks Jace might be ready.

He and Emma likely are not.

“What are you doing there, lad?” Killian laughs, leaning against the doorframe.

“Sleeping.”

“With your eyes open?”

Jace giggles and closes his eyes, cheesing like he does every time Emma tries to get him to pose for a picture. The blue of his eyes disappears into thin lines. “We play ball?”

“How are you going to play ball with your eyes closed?”

One eye slowly opens before the other joins in. “I play baseball.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Killian sighs, walking into the room and reaching into the crib to grab Jace, kissing his cheek before brushing his curls off his forehead. “We will go and play baseball, and then we’re going to cook some dinner for Mommy. Does that sound good? Dinner?”

“Pizza?”

“No, lad, not pizza. We can have some chicken though.”

Jace pouts.

“Yeah, I know. Pizza is better than chicken, but it’s all about balance, my boy.”

Killian and Jace go through their post naptime routine before Killian grabs the soft baseball they use with him and they walk out to their back patio. They have a little bit of green space back here, would have more if Killian would take the time to landscape and reorganize their furniture, and the thought has him making a mental checklist of that being his project for tomorrow.

Scratch that. Today is the end of the series, and Emma will be home for the next few days without having to go into the office or into the stadium. They could do it together, but he told her they’d have a day where they do absolutely nothing.

He intends to stick to that promise even if it’s nearly impossible for him to sit still.

He plays catch with Jace, which mostly consists of Jace tossing the ball up at such an angle that it immediately hits the ground and then drops dead. It’s that over and over again, but this tires the kid out and is something he genuinely enjoys. Killian will do absolutely anything in the world to make his son smile, and if that means chasing after a ball for an hour, he’ll do it.

That also means that when Jace gets exhausted while Killian is cooking dinner that he’ll deal with the meltdown and try to calmly explain to a toddler that it’s okay that the blue marker isn’t anywhere to be found because he can color with all of the others.

That doesn’t really fly when all he wants is a blue marker.

Obviously, he’s really knocking this whole dad thing out of the park.

The alert on Killian’s phone goes off, and he pulls up the camera to see Emma pulling into the garage. He opens his mouth, about to tell Jace that Emma’s home, but he decides to let it be a surprise. Maybe that way the kid will get out of his funk for a moment and be happier.

Or he’ll have a meltdown in front of Emma.

At this point it’s really a guessing game.

In a few minutes, Killian hears the sound of her footsteps on the stairs, and then she’s rounding the corner and moving into the kitchen. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, loose pieces around the front framing her face, and she’s not wearing any shoes. When she left the house today she was in heels and her hair was cascading down her back in waves, and if he couldn’t see the bags under her eyes and see the tightness in her smile, he’d know she was tired from her change in attire.

“Mommy,” Jace squeals when he looks up and sees her. Killian steps away from the salad he’s fixing and helps Jace down, and then he’s running toward Emma and waiting for her to pick him up. “Hi.”

“Hi, baby,” she sighs, kissing his cheek and brushing his curls back. “I missed you. Did you and Daddy have a good day?”

He eagerly nods his head, and Killian lets out a little sigh of relief. Maybe he’s not fucking this whole parenting thing up as much as he constantly thinks he is.

He’s not Brennan. He’s never going to be Brennan. But damn if he doesn’t still think he’s going to find other ways to screw his kids up.

Killian goes back to cutting up strawberries and Emma and Jace talk, and before he knows it, she’s walking over to him. He twists his head in anticipation, and Emma brushes her lips over the corner of his mouth before managing to plant a firmer kiss.

“Hi.”

“Hi. How was your day?”

She rolls her eyes. “I’ll tell you about it later. What are we having for dinner?”

“The Italian chicken and some salad. I can pop some bread in the oven if you want me to.”

“I really need the carbs.”

“Then bread it is.”

“Thank you,” she sighs before adjusting Jace on her hip and then setting him back down on the barstool. “Look at this beautiful drawing. You know, I found a blue marker in my purse today. I think it might belong to you.”

Emma Jones, always saving the day.

They eat dinner, exchanging their normal small pleasantries, talking about their days without really talking about them. It’s not unusual for Emma to still take awhile to figure out how she wants to phrase things and open up about them, but it’s been awhile since it’s been like this, especially because he knows she didn’t have a good day.

Maybe she doesn’t want them to have to talk in front of Jace.

So they don’t.

They eat and do the dishes and then settle down in front of the television. Jace will only watch the Trolls movie at the moment. It doesn’t matter what iteration, as long as it’s got brightly colored singing creatures in it, and Killian tries to pay attention. He really does. But he’s distracted by a group text with the team as they discuss dinner plans for tomorrow on their day off. He’s still included in the group, even when most of it doesn’t pertain to him anymore, and he gets caught up trying to convince them to all go for pizza since Jace mentioned it earlier and it sounds damn good. He doesn’t need to be eating that, but for all that he still works out, he might deserve it.

Emma will definitely want it.

Or maybe not. He’s not sure when food is going to repulse her or not.

“Hey, sweetheart, do you – ”

Killian looks up from his phone, and he sees that Emma’s slumped down into the couch cushions, her chest rising and falling, and she and Jace are asleep.

She’s going to kill her neck if she falls asleep like that.

“Love,” he whispers, nudging her until her eyes blink open. “Hey, let me have Jace, and I’ll put him to bed. You can go upstairs, yeah?”

She nods and helps get Jace off of her until he’s in Killian’s arms and Emma is sleepily walking upstairs. He follows, turning for Jace’s room while Emma heads to theirs, and even though it only takes him five minutes to get Jace down, Emma is already in bed when he makes it to their bedroom.

Silently, he crawls onto the mattress, raising the comforter and settling underneath it as he inches closer to Emma until her back is pressed into his chest and her feet are tucked between his calves. She’s got socks on, thankfully, so it’s not like there’s ice against is skin for once. Emma sighs back into him, reaching back and grabbing his arm to wrap it around the slight roundness of her stomach. It’s a feeling he’s not quite used to yet, but it’s something he’s searched for since the moment Emma’s test came back positive.

This time he feels much more prepared, like he knows far more than any book or class can teach him, but it doesn’t stop the ache in the pit of his stomach the contradicts the warmness of his heart.

Killian sighs and presses his lips to the side of Emma’s neck while his fingers trace against her stomach, his hand moving until he can maneuver himself under her shirt and feel the heat of her skin.

Emma places her hand over his, squeezing, and for awhile, he waits for her to speak, for her to set the pace and unfurl what’s on her mind.

As her breathing evens, he’s not sure that time will ever come.

“I am so tired,” she finally whispers. “I am tired down to my bones and keep waiting for that fucking second trimester energy to start, but it hasn’t. So I’m tired but I get up anyway because I have things to do here and a job, which I swear is sucking my soul out of me.”

“What happened, love?”

“Did you watch the game?”

“Bits and pieces, but I heard enough.”

She scoots back, more firmly pressing herself into him, and her hair tickles his nose, the scent of her shampoo surrounding him.

“Was I wrong to want to do this? Should I have stayed where I was? I had so much more control there. Yeah, I was basically just the pretty face they used for men to stare at, but I had a say in what I said and who I worked with. When people hated me, I didn’t have to hear about it because I wasn’t sitting in the booth next to them. How long am I just going to be the woman who doesn’t belong? The woman who is only there because of who her husband is? And I just know it’s going to go over fantastic when I finally tell everyone I’m pregnant. I have a feeling I’m not going to be able to hide it from anyone but Jace soon.”

Killian swallows and strokes her stomach as he kisses her neck again. He doesn’t know how to make this better. He never has.

“You got that job without me. You know that, right? You already had your foot in the door.”

“Killian, I know, but no one has ever seen me that way. I might as well be a star on the Real Housewives of New York.”

“That would technically be me in this situation.”

Emma laughs, and God, that’s a good sound to hear. “Ah, yes, I hear quite a lot about you being the one who is at home with our kid. It’s almost like you’re a dad.”

“Shocker, isn’t it? A dad spending time with his kid? Raising him? Being there?”

“It’s revolutionary,” she chuckles, turning and twisting around until she’s facing him and her nose is brushing against his. “I know I got the job on my own. I know I’m smart and capable and a damn badass, even if saying that makes me a little less of one. But sometimes I just wish that things were a little easier, that I worked with people I liked again. Babe, I think I would do horrible things to have you in that booth with me.”

“Hmm?”

“I mean, would it be so crazy?” She runs her hands up his side until she’s caressing one side of his face, nails curling back into his hair. “We’ve talked about it before. You expressed interest in it. And come on, I know you love staying home with Jace, but you can’t tell me you’re not itching to be doing something else.”

“Well, Ariel did call and ask if we’d go on several talk shows today.”

Her brows pinch together. “Why?”

“Apparently there was some list about attractive baseball players – ”

“Did that stroke your ego?”

“Eh, maybe a little,” he teases, kissing her nose. “But it’s something about the two of us now being in the spotlight again and a few people had reached out to her. I said I’d ask you, but I figured the answer would be no. Then today happened, and I knew it would.”

“Yeah, I’m not doing anything extra. You can go if you want.”

“I might like it, depending on what they ask and who the other guests are. Maybe I can go on one of the shows and see if they’re doing a cooking segment that day.”

“Oh, can you bring me back food?”

“Yeah, Swan, I can.” Her eyes flutter closed and Killian leans back a bit. “I will think about it, okay?”

“About what?”

“Seeing if the network would have any interest in me working with you. Not this year, I think. I want to be home with Jace and whoever this new little one is as much as I can. And Ariel has me doing events and still working with charities, and most weeks, I’m busy enough. I mean, today I was bored out of my mind, but I think working with you would be bloody wonderful. That way we’d be on a similar schedule and still have time for our family. And I guess it could keep me connected to the game, since I still haven’t quite figured out how I wanted to do that.”

“Whatever makes you happy,” Emma promises opening her eyes. “Don’t do it for me, yeah?”

“Emma – ”

“No, I’m serious, don’t do it for me. I only want it to be something you want. Killian, if you want to spend the rest of your life knitting with a group of old women, you can do that. Your career has allowed us that, but if you want to stay in this world of baseball, we can find a way for that.”

Killian blinks, swallowing the lump in his throat as his hand brushes over Emma’s hip, holding her close to him. “Are you happy, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” she whispers, “I am. I’m also still exhausted. I think I’ll have to conquer sexism in sports tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow is your day off.”

“Then the next day then.” She pats his cheek and dips her head down to lightly brush her mouth of his, a feeling as familiar as anything else in the world. “I love you, Jones. Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For being there for me, no matter what. I have a lot of people who are like that for me now, but I haven’t always. I mean, you know. You get it.”

“Aye, I do.” Killian hugs her closer and feels her stomach press against his. It won’t be so small soon and so much will change, but for right here and right now, that’s a worry for another day. “Thank you for being that person for me, Emma. Are you ready to go to sleep? Or would you be up for some brownies I made earlier?”

“I would be up for you bringing me some brownies in bed.”

“You’re going to get crumbs on the sheets.”

“It’ll be worth it.” She kisses him again, this time slower, softer. “I’ll do the laundry.”

Killian lets out a low whistle. “You really know how to convince a man.”

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Episode 30: The Tale of Eddy’s (Part 3)

So she took me to Eddy's office by gunpoint. It was a small little office tucked in the back on the left of the bar. She opened the door and the stench of death hit me immediately. I gagged and turned away, but she pushed me forward. I looked up and saw Eddy or what was left of him. Hanging by the neck just as she said, but still moving.

I stood there in stunned silence. Both horrified and mystified by the ghastly scene. I didn't understand why she was showing me this or why no one had put the poor guy out of his misery. Sure he was dead, but he had came back and was slowly rotting away hanging here like some sick decoration.

"Isn't it glorious?" Jade giggled marveling at it like it was some sort of art piece.

"No. This is sick!" I said blurted out feeling absolute disgust. "Why? Why are you showing me this?"

She laughed. "Because I thought you might find it neat. I think it's pretty neat. Sometimes I even talk to him. I don't think he can hear me though."

I shook my head. "What is wrong with you?"

She cocked her gun and aimed it at my face. "Plenty of things, but I'm the one in charge. Remember? Now turn around."

I knew as soon as she said this I was fucked. Turn around? She was planning to kill me. Right here and right now. I hesitantly turned around. My mind scrambling for ideas to get out of this somehow. Then out of nowhere, I heard music. Not the faint sound from the boom box outside, but from inside. The jukebox?

"What the fuck? Billy?!" she shouted. She tapped me on the shoulder and pushed me out of the office. "Billy?"

The jukebox was blaring jazz and Billy was indeed the culprit as he stood beside it. Jade stormed over to him and shot it with her gun silencing it. She then aimed the gun at Billy and fumed. "You idiot! Why would you do that?!"

"I didn't think it would be so loud," he murmured.

"Well it was and now those rotters are probably surrounding this place again. You doofus!"

The gun was no longer on me and she was busy arguing with him. This was the opening I needed to escape. I grabbed my bag and started for the door, but I stopped as I could feel her eyes on my back. I knew the gun had to be on me too.

"Hey, you! Where you think you're going?" she shouted. She came over to me and snatched the bag out of my hand. "I want the bag. What's in it?”

"Personal items."

"Personal items can be useful."

"You... you can't."

"Why? Why can't I?"

"Because they’re for my little girl," I lied lowering my head. "She needs those things."

"You have a daughter?"

"Yes."

"That's sweet. Well, you can find her new stuff."

"You don't understand. We can't survive without that stuff. She can't survive. We'll die."

"Well, that too bad but I'm taking it," she said coldly. "I do hope she won't suffer for too long. Hopefully, she'll go quickly. You on the other hand..."

She aimed the gun at me. I was scared, but I stood my ground. Any second I was expecting her to pull the trigger, but I saw Billy lurking behind her. I had almost forgotten about that twerp.

He had a beer bottle in his hand. He came right up behind her and raised it over his head. Then bam! He hit Jade over the head with it. It shattered on her bald head and she turned around staring at him. Her eyes blank. She staggered backward and then she fell to the floor.

Billy still holding the remainder of the beer bottle looked down at her and I joined him. She appeared to be knocked out cold. We both looked over at each other.

"Wow. I didn't think that would work,” he gasped.

"You didn't think that would work?!"

"Well, I always see it done in the movies and most of that stuff is faked."

"Yeah and what if it hadn't worked here, huh?!"

He furrowed his brown. "Well, I hadn't thought about that."

"Jesus. You're crazy kid," I groaned. "But you saved my life, so I guess I owe you one. Thanks."

I held out my hand and he shook it. "You're welcome. I'm just glad I was able to stop her. I turned the jukebox on because I was afraid she might kill you in there."

"She was about to kill me. I thought I'll be joining Eddy for a minute," I said. "But aren't you going get in trouble?"

"Not necessarily. I can make up something. I could say we were ambushed. I'll make something up."

He reached down grabbing Jade's gun and headed in the direction of the office. I grabbed my weapons off the far left side of the bar and followed keeping eyes on Jade.

"Hey. Where are you going?" I whispered.

I followed him into the office and I found him staring up at Eddy. He sighed addressing the corpse. "I've been meaning to do this for a while. You don't deserve this. No one does. I'm sorry"

"Billy? What are you doing?"

He looked back at me. "Showing him pity."

He aimed the gun at Eddy, squinted one eye, and took his shot. The first shot missed, but the second hit him in the side of the head. Just enough to damage the brain. Eddy went limp and the poor creature was no more.

"You're a shit shot you know."

"Yeah, I know. My sister is much better than me. Take it," he said handing me the gun. "It's better used to you."

"Why? Don't you need it?"

No. It's too nice of a gun for me. I'm also terrible at moving targets, so it's pretty useless to me."

I rolled my eyes. "Everything's a moving target."

"I know! If only they would stay still."

We shared a laugh and both headed out of the office. Thankfully, Jade was still knocked out cold. He stepped over her and bent down giving her a once over. He frowned. "You should go. Take your bag and get out of here before she wakes up."

"I will, but I was hoping I could ask you something."

"Now? I don't know if we have time for that."

I persisted. "It's just I was wondering if you knew Gemma. Do you know her?"

"Who? It does sound familiar."

"She has-"

Before I could finish my sentence, I heard Jade moan and turn over. We both froze, but she remained unconscious. Billy stood up and took a deep breath. He whispered, "Look, I want to talk to you. Maybe we can meet up somewhere. There’s the cemetery up the road. It's overgrown now but it's called Ashfield cemetery. Maybe we can meet there tomorrow sometime.”

"That’s fine with me."

"Then it’s settled. Meet me there at sundown and make sure you come alone."

"Alone?"

"Yes. It's safer that way. Trust me. The Vultures have eyes on everyone around here and it less likely you'll be spotted that way. One person isn't going ring any alarm bells,” he said. He then sighed. “Now I need a favor from you.”

“Sure. I owe you one remember?”

“No. I just need you to hit me.”

“What?!”

"I need you to hit me. Like for real. She'll wake up and believe we were attacked if I look like I got beat up. It just needs to be hard enough to leave a mark."

"No. I mean...I can't."

He groaned. "You said you owe me!"

"Yeah, but-"

“Just do it before I chicken out."

“Ok, but you’ll be alight, right?"

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” He leaned over presenting the side of his cheek. I raise my fist hesitantly. He cut his eye at me and mustered a smile. "Not too hard please."

I gave him a good hit across the face and he fell over falling over on his ass. He rubbed his face peering up at me.

"Sorry."

"It's fine. Now go. Out the front. Should be still clear.” he nodded. “Now I’ll see you at the cemetery. Don’t worry.”

I took one last glance at Jade’s motionless body and back at him. I grabbed my things and I squeezed out just as I had entered. No corpses insight. I could hear their moans, but I also could hear 80s music blaring somewhere behind the bar. They were drawn to it. So I ran and I ran with my bag of supplies. I hid them in a tree and waited out a few stragglers. When I made it here I was exhausted. Also scared that Jade or one of them may have followed me.

Back in Lin's closet...

"Woah!” Audrey gasped. "So you're going to meet Billy? Can I come?"

"Yes, I'm going to meet Billy. He can give us the information we need to get rid of these Vultures assholes I hope. Also, confirm who Gemma really is. But hell no to you coming! No way!"

"Why not?"

"Because he said to come alone."

"No fair!"

"Life isn't fair. Now storytime is over knucklehead. Get out!"

She glared at me, but I didn’t wavier. No way she was coming. I had put her in enough danger. Before she could hit back with more excuses and whining though, she paused holding up her hand. She then frowned her face and appeared to be listening to something. 

“Do you hear breathing?”

I cocked my head and listened. Yes, just outside the door. Breathing. Someone was listening to us. Before I could answer her question, another sound entered our ears. A gut-wrenching scream. Lin? We immediately jumped up and rushed out of the tiny closet. There Lin sat up pointing towards the window.

"I saw someone! I swear! I saw someone at my window!"

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