#you’re lucky i leave it unanswered and only bitch about it in the back with my friend

[gomzdrawfr]

do you answer every ask?

No

[getouswh0re]

pairing: kirishima eijirou x reader

genre: yandere, unhealthy relationships, gaslighting, peer pressure, blackmailing, mentions of school bullying, power play

synopsis: all you want is a peaceful languid life free of trouble, yet everything spirals downhill when a certain redhead wanders into your life out of nowhere. Worst of all, he isn’t planning to leave you for good.

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one

“What is it that you want to ask me, Kirishima?” The spiky redhead sucks in a deep breath, feeling the rhythmic thrumming of his heart rising to a crescendo as he shoots a nervous glance at a nearby bush where his squad is hiding. It is going to be alright, he reminds himself. You have practiced the confession with Sero and Kaminari over and over again, all that’s left is for you to say the exact words in front of y/n again!

“I ... I know we have only been friends for a short while y/n, but I really like you! And I was thinking if there would be a chance for the two of us to try things out. Please ... please be my girlfriend! I promise I’ll make you the happiest person on the entire planet!”

For a while, silence dominates the air, leaving you shell-shocked and an extremely flustered Kirishima who turns his head away, refusing to stare at you in the eye. He cognises that this confession must’ve given you quite a bit of shock, yet he is willing to wait for you to reciprocate his feelings no matter how long it takes. Squeezing his eyes shut as he clasps his palms together, the redhead feels like he is waiting for your reply — akin to an answer from the heavens. Not until you open your mouth and what seems like an iridescent future for him has reduced to dust.

“I’m sorry Kiri ... I like you too, but I don’t think of you romantically.”

It takes you forever to muster up the courage you need to politely reject the bubbly redhead; and in all honesty, you can already feel your conscience berating you for doing so. Admittedly, Kirishima is a wonderful guy — with a bright personality, amazing quirk that would guarantee him a promising future in the hero industry. You, on the other hand, have a somewhat decent quirk as well; yet despite everyone around gushing about how great it would be for you to become a hero, your resolve towards being one isn’t as strong as your fellow classmates in UA. And you don’t want your thoughts to affect the other students in striving towards their ultimate goal. 

Including Kirishima Eijirou.

“... why?” Pangs of guilt shoot through your heart when you hears the redhead choking back sobs. “Why can’t we give one another a chance to work things out? Am ... am I not good enough? Did I annoy you? Or do you hate my hair? I — I can dye it whatever colour you want! Just to make you happy ...” 

“It’s not like that Kiri.” You place a hand on his hunched shoulders, attempting to cheer up his dejected spirit. 

“You are not annoying, nor did your behaviour put me off. You are a really nice guy to be honest, and you deserve a lot more. I’m not like you or the others ... I just want to live a normal life, and I don’t want my mentality of not being a hero to affect the rest of you who work so hard to reach for the stars. Plus, I’m sure you’ll meet a lot more amazing people like you out there once you become a professional hero ... and perhaps, you’ll find someone more deserving of your kindness and love. I wish for your happiness Kiri ... may you have the best of things coming your way in life.” 

With that, you spill out apologies one after the other, leaving the heartbroken hero-in-training behind. 

two 

Never would you have imagined that the act of turning down Kirishima’s confession eventually bites back at you like karma. 

Soon after the incident happens, words about how you reject the redhead has spread its way around the school like wildfire. Within the span of a day, you’ve become the number one gossip of the campus; wherever you go, dozens of eyes would trail after you as if they are lurking predators and you being the prey.

Many shoot you harsh dirty looks, raising their voices every time you saunter through the corridor about what an ungrateful, insolent bitch you are to break poor Kirishima’s heart into shambles. 

Insults are thrown your way, slips of paper filled with harsh messages flood your locker; and once in a while, some students would purposely stand in your way, intentionally bumping their shoulders into yours and shoving you out of the way. Even your own classmates from class A whom you’ve gone through thick and thin with side with the disconsolate male, muttering about how all of this would’ve been avoidable if you’d simply said ‘yes’. 

School has become an absolute nightmare for you for the next couple of weeks; and to make matters worse, the school authority doesn’t do much to alleviate the situation, merely giving verbal warnings about how bullying on school grounds is unacceptable before moving on with settling their own matters. You’ve tried to ignore everything that happens in school, you really did. Yet with the weight of it all come crushing down upon your shoulders, you eventually find yourself teetering on the brink of suffering from a mental breakdown. 

For countless nights you would cry yourself to sleep, burying yourself beneath layers of blankets in order to forget about the pain. Still, it does nothing to alleviate your suffering and you wake up to find the dark circles under your eyes growing bigger with each passing day. The vicious cycle continues, with you trapped in the centre of it. Perhaps this is your punishment after all — your consequence for hurting a fellow classmate who is loved by everyone. 

And maybe it’s about time you fix your mistakes before it is too late. 

“Kiri ...” You bow deeply as an apology at the surprised redhead when you manage to drag him out of the classroom during break time under the prying eyes of everyone poking their heads out from the corridor, brushing aside the mean comments reverberating in the air. 

“I’ve been thinking about it ... and I realise I’m wrong. Maybe I was too quick to jump to conclusions, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give things a try. I’m ... I’m sorry for hurting your feelings, and yes. Let’s give this relationship a try, shall we?” 

Oddly enough, the bullying vanishes into thin air once words are spread around the school that the two of you are dating. 

three

Being in a relationship with the boisterous redhead isn’t as bad as you had imagined, but you wish there is something you could do to get yourself out of this mess. Kirishima isn’t a terrible lover at all; he has been nothing but loving, kind and openly affectionate with you at all times. You would’ve regarded him as the perfect partner for life — if not the fact that he pries a bit too much about your personal space and social circle, making you utterly uncomfortable. 

You totally understand his intentions, albeit thinking that it would’ve been better if he knows not to cross certain boundaries. Regardless, every time you try to bring the subject up, Kirishima would invariably find a way to divert the topic of discussion. Still, you need to make sure he understands the message; and so comes a certain night, when you decide to sit down and settle matters with your boyfriend. 

“Eijirou, we ... we need to talk.” 

“What do you want to talk about babe?” 

“I ... I think I need a break — for this relationship I mean.” Hearing that, the redhead’s smile falters. 

“Why? I ... I thought everything was going perfectly! You’re happy, I’m happy. Isn’t that good enough for you?” 

With tears squeezed forth from the pro hero’s waterline, he lunges forth to grab at your arms, nails digging a bit deeper into your skin than a normal lover should. Despite wincing at the pain, you shift your gaze away from your crying boyfriend, reminding yourself of the inordinate number of occurrences that Kirishima has guilt-tripped you into pushing your boundaries. Seeing the unfazed expression on your face only makes chagrin seethe in the redhead’s chest even more. You love him just as much as he loves you, right? Why would you go to such lengths to destroy everything? Why would you risk all that there is to tear yourself away from his life? 

“Tell me babe ...” The rawness laced in his voice is more than evident to drive your frozen heart on the verge of breaking, his unanswered pleas coming out as a broken record. “Do you hate me that much ... that you want to leave?” 

Taking your silent nodding as a yes, Kirishima’s chest aches more than ever. Being a professional hero is never easy; the weight upon his shoulders increases excruciatingly as he steadily climbs up the ranks. Together with shouldering the guilt of the lives he once failed to save, the suffocation is immense. You are his elixir, his solace every time he returns home battered and utterly drained day after day of repetitive villain fighting. Your presence is all that it takes to save him, and he has become a hero — your hero. He has dedicated his all to protect the city.

So why couldn’t you just do the same for the sake of his sanity? 

“... I understand.” Pulling himself out of his pensive mindset, the redhead finally compromises. “But I have one last request: there would be a hero gala this Friday, and all I want is for the two of us to go as a couple for one last time before this relationship ends. Would ... would that be fine with you?” 

You agree without hesitation, relief surging through you as if a weight has been lifted off your chest. Your wishes have finally been answered, and freedom is just within arm’s reach. 

Or so you thought. 

four 

You hate him for putting you in the limelight. 

Still, you are to blame as well. Perhaps you shouldn’t have been so gullible in the first place, believing that Kirishima Eijirou is a man of his world. 

Staring at yourself in the mirror, a wry grin adorns your face as a team of makeup artists and hair stylists prepares you for the grand wedding, gushing about how lucky you are to charm your way into the chivalrous redhead’s heart and the privilege for you to be his one and only blushing bride (except that all of this is out of your own will — more like enforced onto you). Despite being dressed in the most elegant wedding gown you’ve ever seen and having your features accentuated with powdery makeup, you don’t feel elated to the slightest. Most girls would be thrilled on their wedding days, yet you couldn’t even bring yourself to smile. 

If you had unveiled Kirishima’s lies, would all of these happen in the first place? 

“Everyone ... there is something I would like to announce.” Having said that, the hero gives your hand a gentle squeeze whilst the two of you walk onto the podium situated at the centre of the banquet hall where the gala is held. Thinking that the redhead is about to reveal the breakup to the others, you don’t have much on your mind at that particular moment — that is. 

Not until the entire outcome of the jamboree changes completely when Kirishima gets to his knees without warning and pulls out a shimmering diamond ring before you even get to scream at him about what the fuck is going on. 

“y/n ...” Deceptively adoring eyes that make your stomach churn bore into the depths of your betrayed ones as the redhead shamelessly plays his trickster part well, ignoring your hushed protests while he pulls off an elaborate performance in front of the party guests, his sinister intentions masked beneath the innocent smile and corny confession of love. 

“For as long as I could remember, we have been with each other through highs and lows. You are everything to me and I wish I could cherish this bond for a lifetime ... would you make me the happiest man on earth — and marry me?” 

That son of a bitch —

Following that, claps and cheers resonate in the expanse of the arena, overshadowing the choked sobs ripped from none other than your throat. You should’ve expected this, for a lovesick bastard like Kirishima to resort to such abject measures when he runs out of options to make you stay by his side, forcing you to accept his proposal under the pressure of the gathering crowd. 

You hate him.

You despise him more than anyone else. That said, it isn’t like you have a choice to get yourself out of this predicament; and with a heavy heart, you could only follow along the scripted play, feigning tears of joy as you reluctantly mumble your response. A cheeky smile stretches across your fiancé’s face as he does what every engaged couple would do: slipping the ring onto your finger and showering you with kisses whilst surrounded by incessant blessings of fellow pro heroes and friends alike. 

“You look stunning today, love.” Catching a glimpse of slicked vermilion hair, you cannot think of an alternative response other than flashing the grinning groom a prominent scowl. “Now don’t give me a face like that. It’s our wedding day, we should be happy right —”

“Cut the bullshit.” You spit with raging fury, tears rolling down your face as you back away from your husband-to-be. “You’ve ruined my happiness and my future, yet you have the audacity to act like this? To be all smiles in front of me? I never want to be with you in the first place Kirishima Eijirou! Hell — I never want to date you!” 

Your words pierce his throbbing heart, but the redhead can’t care less. Taking a step closer at a time, he easily towers over you; tenderly caressing your stained cheeks, Kirishima gives his final warning. 

“Love, it’s my word over yours. Who do you think people would believe? An up-and-rising pro hero, or a civilian like you? Also, even if you manage to leave me, how long do you think you can sustain your own living out there? I wonder if anyone would hire you ... if I told them every bit of info I have on you —“

Pupil-blown and legs shaking, you fall limply beneath his intense stare. 

“You ... you wouldn’t dare!” 

“Oh yes I would.” Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Kirishima saunters out of the door. “Now ask your stylists to touch up on your makeup, wouldn’t want to look like a crying mess on your special day. Would you?” 

[namunad]

MISFITS

Some things are meant to be and some aren’t.

word count: 5k

Warnings: smut, mentions of mental ilness, smut, switch!jungkook, switch!reader, curvy!reader, angst  (like lots and lots).

It’s 1 a.m the air is cold and breaths puff up as soft clouds in the air, walking in silence you’re feeling the soft buzz of the few drinks that you had leaving you euphoric on this cold night. Jungkook seems to be fighting with the wind to light up his cigarette, the glow of the nearby bar playing on his face, purple and pink reflecting on his cheekbones. He squeals exited when finally hot red flashes before him and lets him drag the smoke to his lungs.

“Why the fuck did I pay 50 dollars for a drink?” his hand comes up to his temple massaging the tense skin frowning his red lips tug downward, his foot tapping on the hard concrete “but most importantly where the fuck is our taxi”. You shrugged not having an answer for his last question, the breeze forcing you to wrap your arms around yourself.

“You asked for the most expensive drink Kook” the soft smile that plays on your lips calms him briefly before he rolls his eyes huffing.

“I asked for the best drink, not the most expensive, and it wasn’t even that good” you laugh knowing that he is lying, the image of his face enjoying the drink impressed behind your eyes. Skin flushed and mouth slightly agape leaving your mind running free, fantasising about what could be wetting his lips like that. Soft petals after a moist night.

“Quit whining, you act like it's the end of the world” he scoffs and gives you a soft push, his lips spreading into a smile, the cigarette lying on the corner of his mouth. Ash falls on the collar of his black coat, your hands move their own accord dusting the soft ash off the fabric and staying above his heart.

Neither of you smoked when you first met, it's a bad habit that college got you into. You remember promises of never drinking, smoking or make use of any illegal substance. You start laughing, the irony of your past floating above your heads. How does one change completely within years?

“You’re lucky we’re friends, keep running that mouth and you’ll not be anymore” you purse your lips and sneak your fingers to the cigarette stealing it from Jungkook. The filter is stained from his lipstick, when it finds a place in your mouth you can’t stop your mind from thinking about where it had been before. Can it be considered as a kiss?

“Lucky me then, I love to open my mouth such a shame you don’t” the implication of what you’re saying is not lost on him. His eyes are dark and heavy, as always he doesn’t reply to your flirting leaving you like a call unanswered. The phone rings and behind there’s only buzzing statics. Suddenly awake, the night seems darker and colder.The sound of air leaving your lungs makes the wait even worse, the cigarette is suddenly unlit and cold. You throw it and step on it roughly.

Fuck him, you think and you almost say it. Stopping you is the tall figure that gets in between you two, the guy which is clearly drunk offers you a lopsided smirk and cocks his head at you.

“What are you doing here alone, pretty lady? Want some company?” as you open your mouth to say that you're actually not alone you stop yourself, mad and uncorresponded you tell him that you simply are not interested. But it doesn’t stop there, it never does with this type of man. The stranger hand finds your wrist and tuggs you against him “Don’t play hard babe, lets have fun”.

“I told you that I’m not fucking intrested” you shove him away from you, receving attention that you dindn’t want -attention from someone who wasn’t Jungkook- made you more upset. The guys face twists into a deep frown gripping tighter your wrist.

“You should be grateful bitch that I’m giving your fat ass a chan...” this time his words die on his mouth the reason being Jungkook. The sound of bones breaking makes you screech in horror, the guy takes a step back but doesn’t fall, doesn’t let go of you. Bloodshot eyes find yours, a wicked feeling gripping you from the inside. Red pops in your mind, it screams danger.

“She doesn’t want you dumbass” he screams with a proud glimmer in his eyes, maybe the feeling of victory, but this isn’t a film and before you can do anything Jungkook is falling on his back holding his face. The blood that gathers on his hand makes you sick, the world spinning beneath you. His vice grip leaves you and you fall against the wall, you bounce from the contact. Hard rubber against the floor.

From then it's just flashes, the tall man swings a fist at Jungkook then he says something and Jungkook is on top of him. When black starts filling your vision you can hear Jungkook yelling, he drags you to the cab and gets you on the backseat. Perfect timing. There you recoil and think.

On the way home you both don’t talk. You want to ask him if he’s okay but the hardness of his gaze stops you. You come to the conclusion that he is mad at you, every night that you had together finishes somehow badly. It's not the first time you get laughed at, the both of you being used to their mean comments you usually just go on, it had never led to a physical fight.

In the worn backseat you start crying. You know he probably hears you sniffle behind him but he doesn’t address it, which only makes you sob louder. He doesn’t care about you, not romantically and not friendly. When the taxi comes to a stop you quickly get out and realize that you’re not in front of your house, the doorsteps to his studio come to your vision making you want to scream.

“Why the fuck am I at your house?” the bitterness of your voice leaves Jungkook gobsmacked, you’re angry at him he understands it. He feels feverish staring at your face, red eyes and runny nose stare back at him. Were you crying for him?

“I thought that given what happened you didn’t want to sleep alone” you nod and relax your shoulders, your body feels at ease like it suddenly hit water and floated to the surface. But your mind seems to disagree, the need to refuse his offer on the tip of your tongue, the goose bumps on your skin convince you otherwise. His apartment is warm, more than yours would be in a night like this, you sigh tired beyond limits. Jungkook disappears in his room, you decide to not investigate to not hurt your feelings further and you sink on the sofa. Sleep getting the best of you and giving you some needed rest.

What wakes you it's him hissing and grunting, making jolt out of your place and run towards him. When you barge through the door you find him facing the mirror his eyeliner smudged and the cut on his lips crusty with dried blood. When his eyes settle on you he quickly avoids your gaze, but it doesn’t stop you from getting the cotton ball full of alcohol out of his hands and throw it. He shrugs and chugs the brown liquid before sighting sadly, as if someone was pushing on his stomach hard enough to make him exhale all that air.

“You should use something else”

“I only have this bourbon” comes his immediate response.

Strangers. You feel awkward telling him to get a chair so you can help him clean up, never in your years of friendship you felt like an outsider but as he settles the chair in silence you can’t help but to feel so. When he sits the lights of the bathroom finally lets you see the damage done to his face, a sigh of relief leaves your mouth. Aside from the cut on his lips and light bruising on his cheek you can’t see anything else.

“Were you expecting worse?” his eyes finally meet yours, you nod cleaning lightly his cheek “You know what you’re doing, it feels better when you do it” soft eyelashes flutter at his words. He is apologising, since you were kids it has been his way of being sorry. Big eyes and a pout is all that took him to be forgiven by you. This time is different, far from the simplicity of a stolen spoon of ice cream, you want to hear him say sorry. To be sorry .���The silent treatment, huh?” you scoff and start cleaning his mouth.

Full lips parted waiting for you, far from his hard stare you let your fingertips touch the soft skin. Jungkook winces slightly as if waiting for the burn of the alcohol not the softness of your caress. He doesn't move after that and lets you indulge in your fantasy, it doesn’t occur to you that your thumb is pushing past his lips to settle on top of his tongue until the wet muscle touches you. You gasp and try to move your hand as fast as possible, his teeth sinking on your finger keeping it in place. His tongue moves around your digit and sucks the life out of it, you tell yourself that he likes the taste of bourbon that is lingering on your skin.

When he opens his eyes his jaw suddenly goes slack but you don’t find it in yourself to drag your finger out of his mouth. So you stay in that position, outside the sun is starting to light up the sky through the curtains. The light reflects on every shiny surface, a snowstorm of dust dancing in the apartment. A car outside honks and you jump surprised clutching your hand, against your erratic heart. How you wished to be outside, under the cold sun.

“I’m sorry” he offers you a sad look, his hands pressing against his thighs as if cleaning all the sweat that they collected. You know better, his anxiety habits being close to your heart. Brown orbits follow your gaze, stopping every movement he was doing.

“I know you are” comes your reply

“I really am”

Jungkook opens his mouth slightly and then he closes it. He knows he shouldn't do it, yet his hand comes to your hips and tug you towards him, fingers digging into the rough material of your jeans. You tip your head making your face hover his.

“For what?” His hands fall on his sides, he has shown you everything that he could.

He offers you his palms up, they say ‘read through the lines about my future’. What does it hold for us? Lovers, friends or strangers?

“Kiss me?” he whispers against you, soft breath warming your lips. The question lingers in the air, it dances between the two of you. Soft limbs press against each other.

“You don’t want me to” his eyes are fierce long lashes bat before you, tongue poking at his cheek. His nose finds yours and swipes against it.

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn't want it” he purrs and presses his lips against yours. The kiss is messy and far from what you had dreamed of in the years. He was ravishing you not tasting you, disappointed and surprised you decided that you liked it. The bourbon tang moves from him to you, and you blame the alcohol for the quickness with which you’ve forgiven Jungkook. His tongue plunges in your mouth, and you find yourself thinking about the softness that you had experienced against your finger in contrast with the rawness of it now. Plump lips work against each other for longer than you think.

“You taste of bourbon” you mumble as he detaches from you, he smiles and grabs your face caressing your cheeks. His lips kiss the apple of your cheeks, and then your eyes pressing lightly against them. He chuckles as you eyelashes tickle him, as you open your eyes you find him smiling so dumbly that if you didn’t know better you’d think this is the most beautiful day in his life.

“I think you taste like me” he says before getting up and pushing you to be the one sitting on the chair.

Switched roles. You gasp when he falls to his knees and starts unbuttoning your pants, his lips plant themselves on your tummy as if sucking the life out of it. His eyes don’t leave yours, your gut twists at the fastness of his movement, when your thighs are free from the tight confinement his face pushes against them. Jungkook closes his eyes enjoying the softness of them, how would he love to sleep on them forever. how easy would it be to die there. Your fingers ruffling his hair are enough to wake him from his reverie and start kissing your inner thigh with a new fund intensity.

He trails his open mouth kisses to your clothed core, which receives a soft caste kiss as if it was the cheek of his mother. Wanting to ask him if he really means that gentle gesture,if he sees you as a delicate creature worth the tenderness. You need to bite hard on your tongue to stop yourself from ruining the moment. His next actions give you an answer.

You never deemed Jungkook as the rough type and neither the soft type, in your mind he was passionate. Hot skin melting under his touch. In the years it had happened that you heard others enjoying his company, dreaming to be them you indulged in the fantasy that he was an intense lover. Not too much and not too little. As his fingers tear your underwear and his tongue finds your most sensitive pearl, you can see how much you were wright. You can feel it in the fervor in which he is eating you out, the hard muscle working on your insides as his nose keeps stimulating your bundle of nerves.

“Take this off” he tugs on your revealing top, that you had worn in the hopes of an event like this “Wanna see your tits”. He doesn’t give you time to think about a mouthy answer diving back to your moist cunt, your legs shake against his shoulders while hard teeth start nibbling at your soft labia. You take off your last garment without any complaints, Jungkook smiles against your heated mound and detaches himself from you. Wet strings follow on his face, a moan leaves your mouth.

The cocky smile that tugs at his face doesn’t surprise you, knowing that Jungkook is used to winning. To be good at anything of that matter, he thrives of what makes him understand that he is the best. He knows he is good and he knows that you love it. The thought makes you shamefully more aroused than what it should.

“You have such a pretty pussy” two of his fingers spreading your wet lips, they move to circle the tight hole collecting your juices and then start pushing inside “So tight for me ...” . Jungkook loses you right there, overwhelmed from the fast pace you don’t hear him saying the last words. “...only for me”

You hum and then scream when his mouth finds your nipple and starts sinking his teeth into it, by the end of his work when he leaves your nipple to move to the other one you feel raw everywhere. From the tip of your sensitive boobs to your insides which are gripping so hard on Jungkook's hand that he thinks that you're going to break his fingers. He sees you nearing your end, the look on your face, the delicate moans that leave your mouth spur him to start going impossibly faster. His lips find your clit, making you cry out loud the lord's name

“I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum right now Guk” you keep chanting his name, the only word that bounces in your brain “Fuck, fuck” you whine as he keps the same pace. Jungkook is amazed when he sees your orgasm face, the lonely nights in which his hand had helped him get through his impossible feelings for you he imagined something else. When you cum your mouth opens to what seems like the most relaxed expression to ever touch your face, he cant help to hope to see you always this rested and calm.

You spasm and cry his name once again. Your toes are painfully curled against his back and your spine is so curved that you think you might develop a disease with how long you stay in that position. His fingers work you through your climax keeping a steady pace, when overstimulation starts to settle in you move from the imaginary cast that you created. As you come back to your senses you feel too naked and vulnerable, your hands come instantly to your stomach as your eyes drop to the floor. You showed your all to him and as he stares at between your legs you almost want to tell him your deepest secrets.

“Don’t cover yourself” he tugs on your arms that are firmly planted to your skin “I love your body”. You give him a tight smile knowing well that it wasn’t about your appearance, if only he loved you.... Is it bad to want something that someone doesn’t want?

He knows why you’re suddenly so tense but he isn’t ready to talk about it, Jungkook wants just to feel you and as he's getting up his hands snake under your arms bringing you flush against him. As if he always did it, his head falls on your shoulder as he holds your naked body, he shifts his weight rhythmically singin so faintly that you find it difficult to even understand him, let alone understand him. His lips hover on your shoulder, hot breath making you squirm in his hands. Again he has succeeded in calming your pained heart.

“You’re so perfect” he whisper against your ear

“but not for you” you breathe discouraged

“yes, for me”. And I’ll show you, he thinks but doesn’t say. As if nothing happened his lips search for yours and they find them waiting for him, you sight on his mouth. The frown that was deeply creasing your forehead relaxes.

He walks backwards holding you until he touches his bed and sits down bringing you on top of him. Painfully dressed, the rough material of his jeans press onto you so harshly that you whimper way too loudly. His hands, that now are resting on your ass, squeeze it and then slap it playfully. He almost breaks his neck trying to get a glimpse of the ripples of your flesh. You pull on his shirt trying to get him out of it, the tight black turtleneck doing wonders for his figure, he shreds the piece of clothing not before making you laugh as he gets his head stuck. Once uncovered he falls back to his back giving you access to his unmarked body, ravishing the sight of him so pliable under you as your mouth presses against his hot skin.

When you notice them, two lines like a railway leading to nowhere. Two long scars. Your heart jumps out of his place with sorrow and what you think is defeat. You arrived too late, someone had already hurt him. Lips aching to kiss it better, at least until the pain is gone. Erased from the face of the earth, you find yourself wanting to hurt who made him think less of himself. You knew of them, of course you knew, after all you were the first call that his mother had made that disgustingly sad day.

“I’m sorry”. I’m sorry for what happened to you. Sorry that you felt so alone to think that no one was going to miss you. Sorry to not have been there, to not have noticed.

“I know you are” his nails are now scratching lightly the skin of your thighs. You know it's not like that, but you can’t help yourself to think that's a punishment. You hope that his finger cut you, digging through your muscles permanently damaging you. So that you could understand what he feels, and he would understand how deeply you feel for him.

“I really am” shame grips you so strongly that your eyes fail to stay open and look at him

“Don’t cry about it”, you gasp as you realize the wetness on your cheeks. “It happened a long time ago”. Birds are chirping outside and he smiles collecting your tears and kissing each of your fingertips.

“Besides I really need you now, please”. Jungkook is impossibly hard and your boiling sex against him, makes him want to tear his closes to tiny peaces until they don’t exist anymore. His fingers force you down on your hips, pressing himself closer to you.

His tongue is reckless in mouth, pushing past your teeth and dancing with you own. Jungkook delivers the sloppiest kiss that he can give you, pushing his, still clotheted, erect cock into you.

“Want to feel you” you huff, your fingers struggling with the tightness of his trousers. More skin comes into your vision; you cannot stop your mind from screaming to worship him. You take in a breath so intense that it tickles your chest, his eyes are waiting for you as soft whines leave his mouth. On your knees you start praying that no one will ever see what you're seeing, will never see him that sweaty and needy. A mole on his knee catches your attention so much that you find yourself kissing it, and so to each of his little beauty marks. You slowly work your way up until you’re kissing him. His bottom lip is as soft as a pillow after a stressful day.

Chest to chest nipples rubbing against each other, you take hold of him. It pulses in your hands as it finally gets the attention that it deserves, it looks painfully pleasurable neglected for so long that when you look at it the tip has a flushed color to it. His hand finds yours and guides your movements, as his thighs tremble. Your thumb plays on his slit as he moans throwing back his head

“So fucking good” he grips your hips and pushes his thigh in between your legs. “Can you ride my thigh? Fuck cherub that would be so hot”. He rolls his eyes so hard that he nearly loses sight as you put all of your weight on the taunt muscle, the wetness in between your legs permits you to move so smoothly that he’d think you’ve done it you’re entire life. You can feel his dick rubbing against your upper thigh.

His finger comes up to your nipples, pinching and rolling them. Your heart starts beating faster, the feeling of a new orgasm building makes you slump forward and press your forehead against his. Jungkook would love to be a sponge right now, just to absorb all of your thoughts. Was he what you had imagined? Your second orgasm is more dull in comparison to the first, still better than any escaparedes that you had in the years. Jungkook bats his eyelashes waiting for your next move, his arms holding your trembling body up.

“You’re so patient” is the first thing that you say “such a good boy” he purrs at your words, nose scrunching at your praise. He is a complete mess from the black locks falling on his eyes, bruised skin to his raw lips.

It would be a shame not to kiss them, you would be disappointed in yourself if your lips didn’t impress themselves on his forever. Profoundly interconnected like time and space. As you whimper against him his hands travel to hold your head against his, even as you start to struggle breathing you keep kissing him. When you feel your lungs screaming for oxygen you break out of his hold but his fingers that now are on your hair tug roughly on your scalp. You cry, pain mixes with pleasure as your head falls back and gives finally Jungkook the access that he needed to devour you.

He wants you to have his marks for a long time, he sucks on your neck as if his life depended on it. His teeth nip on the abused skin and a smile stretches on his face thinking of you the next day checking the damage that he had done. If he could Jungkook would cover you in hickes, from head to toe.

The power dynamic has changed, now you’re the one who is squirming and fighting against his mouth. As he flips you to have you on your back, you can only be impressed by his force and drool over the sight of his biceps flexing. How can someone be so fucking hot?

“Missionary, huh? Isn’t it a bit basic” you ask as he starts rubbing his tip against your sodden folds.

“You better close your mouth cherub” He pushes on your hip making you twist your lower half and give him the perfect view of your ass. A hard slap echoes through the room and then another one, finally Jungkook can see the jiggle of your soft body coming to the conclusion that you’re an otherworldly creature.

He holds one of your legs up and thrust in your tight walls, as he bottoms out you both shiver from the contact. “So deep” you keep blabbering as you squeeze your breast holding them from moving too much. Sweat is collecting on his temples and it shines on his bronzed skin as kisses given from the gods. He is relentless, his crown kissing your cervix with how roughly his ramming inside you dragging his cock so perfectly in you think you're ascending the material world. Your hands leave your chest to find his and quickly pass on his little buds, he growls and lets your leg fall to his side probably tired.

Jungkook drops on you, hips flush against yours, stomach against stomach, heart against heart. Forearms on the sides of your head he picks up a destructive pace, hitting right on your g spot, stimulated beyond limits you can only kiss him. His hands find yours and enterwine, you’re so close that you start feeling claustrophobic. Buried under the weight of your deepest desire.

“Are you going to cum for me?” your spasming also are enough of a response and the screech that comes out of your mouth is so lustful that he starts throbbing inside of you

“Fuck, can I cum inside you”

“yes, please” White stars are spotting your vision, he seems an angel to your hazed mind. The experience is so shocking, that you can’t even call it an orgasm. Your brain floats, intoxicated with his smell.

“Gonna fill you up so good Cherub” you humm at his words as he suddenly stops, he is impossibly deep inside you when he spills, so much that you think you’re going to bear his child. He rolls to your side panting like a dog after chasing his favourite toy in the mud. You feel dirty as the piercing air hits your skin, no longer hidden from his fraim you shiver.

He stays like a dead body for a few minutes, when his eyes open and his chest starts moving you feel oddly satisfied. Your nakedness no longer a concern you reach to kiss him and he welcomes obediently, his hand coming to take you closer to him.

“Can we stay like this forever?” he sighs and squeezes you. Doesn’t he know? How can someone be so oblivious?

“If you wanted we could” you whisper. Finger sinking onto him in the desperate try to not let go of him

“I don’t mean it in that way”

“Then which way?” Which way do you perceive me; friends, lovers or strangers?

Life is beginning outside, you can hear the commotion. Kids screaming, students laughing, the workers hurried steps. You can hear it all, but his reply. Your work is done, you quickly get up straightening your back and turn around. Leaving his warm embrace feels like being born again, being thrown into a pool and not knowing how to swim.

You tug your now cold clothes back to their original place running to the door while he calls your name, scrambling to get your coat and shoes you fall and get quickly up. Your knee sting and you're sure that you'd find them bloody if you looked at them. The fist breath of air feels hot as if breathing through fire, thousands of needles poking at your lungs.

“For god's sake can you wait?” he is scrunching holding himself against his knees “I like you. No, screw that I love you but I cannot do this to you”. Surprise washes over your features over the sudden confession as you try to reach for him he takes a step back and continues. “I cannot let you fall for me because I can’t guarantee that I’ll always be there”

This time when you cry tears are falling freely, the reality of what is happening starts to sink in and you feel like you’ll be crying forever. A tap broken on the hottest setting, so when you try to fix it you’ll be left in excruciating pain.

“You should find someone else, someone who cares so much for you that wants to stay alive”

“But I already love you” you love him so much that the extent of your love scares you. So firmly rooted in your heart that if this love is eradicated from you, you’ll be left as empty soil. Moist land without seeds.

“Then you shouldn’t”

It’s 10 a.m, the air is cold and breaths puff up as soft clouds in the air, walking in silence you’re feeling overwhelmed by what happened in the few hours that you had with him leaving you alone on this cold day.

[lollybliz]

bout to make a Monster of a fic rec post here we go

heyo @jinx108! We’ll start with the complete ones because sometimes you’re just not in the mood to wait for the last chapter, you know? I don't remember details of all of these so i’m just going to copy the author’s summary rather than write my own. I am literally just going through my bookmarks, I got 400 of these to sort through. if ive talked to or am familiar with the author im gonna mention them, but if I mention you and you don't want me to have Please tell me and i’ll remove it.

If you’re not into spoilers Please Tread Carefully, I don't watch out for that stuff so I wont know to label it

1>Crushing Truth by Bunzuku: Tododeku. “Romance is hard enough for a teenager to understand when they have a good relationship role model. For Shoto, it takes two excited meddlers for him to even realize what his feelings really are.“

2>Disowned by b00mgh: tododeku + others. Unrated, some traumatic elements. “Shouto freaks out under a bridge and I use the word "grass" a lot more than I really should. Izuku does his stupid martyr thing and everyone makes continuous references to his propensity to break his bones. Aizawa goes "oh FUCK my kids are dying again" and his students use him as emotional (and physical) support. A friend requests angst, I say what kind, she say idk make someone get disowned and i say oh this I can absolutely provide my good buddy.”

3>cotton candy hands by @chonideno: Kiribaku. I will take Any excuse to rec this fic, its the most fluffy pile of feels Good Lord. also the first fic I ever bound into a physical book. “Studying to become a hero requires knowing how to take care of yourself. Sometimes you might need help on the way so if your crush offers to do your hair for you or to give you a well-deserved back rub, it'd be stupid to say no. A series of soft vignettes in which a love-struck Kirishima and a touch-starved Bakugou care for each other and it's definitely not making their hearts jump through hoops, they’re never this close to kissing, no, they're totally best friends bro“

4>Catching Sight of the Storm by neo7v: Kiribaku, tododeku. A considerable amount of Whump and related angst, and kinda sad tbh. “Blind. Quirkless. Useless.The first two things were stated clearly by the doctor that sat about five feet in front of Izuku. The third was a word that Kacchan called him everytime he failed to make the jump on whatever forest excursion they were on or when he ran into a tree because he hadn’t seen it. “I’m so, so sorry, Izuku.” Was his mom giving up on him already? But he could still be a hero if he tried hard enough, right? Quirkless or not. Blind or not. Just because Izuku was useless now didn’t mean he would stay that way forever, right? *** A Blind!Izuku AU”

5>Yell Heah by fakecharliebrown: Chatfic. M a n y pairings. technically complete, but part of an ongoing series. “Iida creates a group-chat for Class 1-A. It doesn't go as planned.“

6>Sunshine by Rosey_Note: BIG SAD. tw- failed suicide attempt. KiriKamiBaku. “They didn't deserve to put up with his crappy mood. Because Denki Kaminari did not feel like Sunshine right now. And they deserved sunshine. In fact, Denki didn't feel much of anything right now.“

7>Electric Connection by  Onlymostydead: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk has always had... Weird side affects. Like his ADHD. And his constant energy. And his insomnia, which wouldn't leave him be right now, when he really needed to just get some sleep. But, thankfully, he has good friends.“

8>The Best (The Worst) by Onlymostydead: no romantic pairing. tw- rampant transphobia, both outside and internalized. “Bakugou Katsuki has known who he was since he was four years old. He was a boy, it was as simple as that. Around his friends, at school... But things couldn't just be that simple, could they?“

9>Lichtenberg Figures by Q_loves_you: no definite romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki has a very powerful force of nature running through his body. Kaminari Denki doesn't want to hurt anybody. He doesn't always get what he wants, and "anybody" does generally include himself.“

10>Eventuality by KikaTouka: ill be honest I don't remember this one at all, I maaaay not have read it yet :/. anyway. ShinKami. “Shinsou learns more than just hero lessons after being transferred to 1-A.“

11>Pickup Lines for the Soul by MustardSoup: ShinKami. “Denki is twelve when he is flicking through the TV channels and lands on an old RomCom movie about soulmate marks – specifically the same type that he has. “I can’t believe I’ve had to walk around with a cheap pickup line written on my ankle my entire life because of you!” The leading lady yells at the leading man as he stares at her in awe. Denki laughs. “Oh no.” His mother says, watching him. “Oh no, indeed.” His sister repeats quietly.“

12>caught in my own web by @anxioussailorsoldier: ShinKami. “Shinsou needs some help after getting caught up in his capture weapon. Kaminari enters from stage left.“

13>not so summer love by nataliya: ShinKami. “Class 2-B’s common room, although typically quiet, was currently filled with five students—three slowly giving up on homework, one bitching about noise and another that rushes through the front door. “We’ve been waiting for you—” Mina starts, but Kaminari’s vaulting over the back of the couch, eyes wide as he practically buzzes out of his skin, emitting light like crazy as currents dazzle across strands of hair. “I have a big ugly crush,” He steps off the couch and onto the coffee table, much to Bakugou’s chagrin, “On big ugly Shinsou.””

14>Blamed by coldandhotsoba: ShinKami. Tw- they fuckin kill a guy and its a lil nasty. “This was not how the day was supposed to end. They were supposed to end the day like they do most nights.  Kaminari clutching onto him like a koala as he slept, wrapped in the millions of tacky blankets Kaminari had bought. Warm and safe in their bed. It was not supposed to end with both of them tied up in some cold metal room.“

15>Lightning Scars by Present-Mics-Scream (write_your_way_out): Shinkami. “It's hard to be confident in your abilities when you're surrounded by people with incredible quirks. Shinsou Hitoshi would know better than anyone. Sure, he was admitted to the hero course in his second year, but being admitted to the hero course, and keeping up with the rest of the class are two different things. Lucky for him, Kaminari is there to prove that the flashiest quirks come with the largest drawbacks.“

16>See No Evil, Hear No Evil by randomfan188: no romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki is legally blind. When he forgets to wear his contacts and breaks down during math class, comfort appears in the strangest of ways.“

17>how not to enjoy the weather, an article by kaminari denki by dreamtowns: no defined romantic pairing. “If there was one thing Kaminari hated the most in a world wth villains, it would have to be thunderstorms.“

18>”Studying” by emmyrox22: ShinKami, EraserMic. “Shinsou and Kaminari have been “studying” together for a while (but not for school). Shinsou gets stopped by his dads on the way to another “study” session and mistakes are made“

19>Weaknesses by sunflowerstorm: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk and storms compliment each other in the worst way, but he's convinced he can deal with it on his own... until he really can't any longer. When Shinsou accidentally overhears Aizawa confronting Kaminari about recent changes in behaviour and hears about the hell his quirks been putting him through, he can't just pretend he never heard. He wants to help.“

20>it’s hurt denki hours by memeingfultrash: ShinKami + others. ““Certain members of our class are...under the impression that...you’re the traitor.” Denki’s body went cold and felt like he was going to short circuit. ~some of class 1a believes that denki is the traitor and avoid him”

21>Petition to replace Mineta with Shinsou- (signed by Kaminari Denki) by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami + others. This is one of my favorites, I go back to reread it from time to time. It SAYS 41/42, but that's just a glitch cus chapter 36 doesn't exist for some reason, I talked to the author about it and its fine. “Mineta brings shame to the color purple. You know who does not bring shame to the rich color, but pride and sexual tension to one infatuated Kaminari Denki instead? Shinsou Hitoshi, aka sexy zombie man, aka the most perfect hunk of a man to walk planet earth, aka future husband. Shinsou has finally gotten his chance to prove himself to the hero course, and he did more than prove himself. The only question left unanswered is whether he will start in A or B, and how Kaminari can manipulate the end result.“

22>How to Get a Boyfriend (in Four Easy Steps!) by e1ana: ShinKami, EraserMic, + others. “Step 1: Get kicked out of the house by your homophobic parents. Step 2: Run headfirst into your brooding, mysterious crush. Step 3: Sleep in his dad’s (see: your homeroom teacher) house Step 4: Watch everything you thought you knew go to shit. This isn’t exactly the sweet, romantic plan that Kaminari Denki longed for. Will everything be ok, or will step 5 be to crash and burn?“

23>Bakugou and Todoroki’s Foolproof 5-Step Plan to Fuck with Mineta Minoru by Anubis_2701: Kiribaku, TodoDeku, + others. This is another one of my favorites, and the one I am currently folding and sewing into a physical book. you learn how to do funny things when bored and quarantined ig. “It was a simple enough idea; screw around with the resident bastard of Class 1-A to let him know that his medieval ways and perverted behaviour weren't going to be tolerated by even the most career-focused of UA's students. To say that things had snowballed was an understatement. Todoroki had no idea how he had ended up sitting on Bakugou's floor at 1 am, holding a dossier of incriminating material that would make the FBI slobber, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know. The long and short of it was, fuck Mineta.”

24>Colour Theory by chancellorxofxtrash: TodoBakuDeku. this one’s a series. “Midoriya/Bakugo/Todoroki slow burn soulmate AU. All three of them are nerds with their own emotional issues, trying to navigate their way through becoming heroes, and their own relationship with each other.“

25>Summer Sunshine by Mara97: TodoDeku. Ever want a Barbie in a mermaid tale/Bnha crossover? No? well here you go anyway! “Instead of worrying about college, Izuku spends his summer vacation finding out his father is, supposedly, a dead merman king and going on a quest to dethrone the current king, Endeavor. Along the way, Izuku becomes close to the three journeying with him, makes friends with strangers, starts crushing on an unattainable prince, and, in the end, learns to love himself. Oh, and he saves a kingdom, too.“

26>The snowflakes on our skin and the flames in our soul are one (and the same), my love by missunderstuffyou: TodoDeku, Kiribaku. this is one of the ones I keep a running reread comment going on. its at,,, 6, atm.  “Before your quirk begins to present itself, the soulmate link comes through, and suddenly whatever you write upon your own skin appears on the body of your soulmate. As your soulmate writes to you, the emotions they feel follow through the ink.Izuku Midoriya is four years and a few months old when he first feels the slight ebbing in his arms. It doesn’t hurt… he can just feel something, and it’s enough to make him sprint into his mother’s arms screaming that his quirk is coming. She had been washing in the kitchen, and the sudden screech as her son rockets into her side is enough to make her jump with panic, immediately grabbing at him and looking for cuts and bumps before she understands his words and the stupidly bright, alight smile on his face with large, watery, hopeful eyes. Shoto Todoroki doesn’t feel his soulmate connection open up. It is drowned in the aches of a small body worked far too hard.“

27>It was dark inside the closet by Chad_Champion69420: Pre-ShinDeku? maybe? its tagged shindeku but like. it’ll make sense if you read it. “Midoriya is invited to a party. He and Shinsou decide to play a little trick on the rest of the party during Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

28>how to woo your local trash gremlin: a comprehensive guide by Todoroki shouto by wonhaebunny: TodoBaku. this is the fic that dragged me into todobaku, fun fact. “five times shouto tries to confess to bakugou, and one time he doesn't bother tryingaka: wikihow is a scam and bakugou is a terrible, terrible boy“

29>top ten photos taken right before disaster by Shookspeare: ShinDeku. “Izuku participates in a harmless prank, only to end up ruining it and running for dear life.“

30>Secrets to Share by pechebaie: no definite romantic pairing. “Kirishima comes out first, and nothing changes. Kirishima and Kaminari still hang out to complain about class and talk about boys - and sometimes girls, too, in Kaminari’s case; he still plans stupid pranks with Sero that get them sent to the principal’s or nurse’s office every time; Ashido still kicks his ass at Mario Kart without hesitation; and Bakugou doesn’t get angry at him any more than he usually does.“

31>What One Hides by Pinalinet: TodoDeku. “All Might gives class 1-A an unusual assignment that results in Midoriya Izuku and Todoroki Shouto attending a weekly acting class. But with a mysterious villain targeting individuals without Quirks, and a developing issue of Todoroki's own, an after-school assignment is the least of their worries.“

32>whether or not we’re fated, we’re meant to be by juurensha: KINDA SPOILERY. TodoDeku + others. “Todoroki didn’t have a soulmark for most of his life.His siblings all did, but up until the day of the U.A. entrance exam, he had shoved the idea aside. It’s not like they could help him anyway. And then a 9 appears on his chest, and a green-haired boy barrels into his life with a fire and ice soulmark on his arms, and suddenly Todoroki cares very much about all this could mean.”

33>The Midnight Shift by meiishu @meiishu @totallytodoroki (idk which you’d rather I attach so I went with both): ShinKami. ““Hey Toshi,” Denki says, and he laughs, clearly embarrassed. He’s got on a jean jacket that did him absolutely no help and a white tee shirt that is currently stuck to his torso. It’s got a pikachu design in the center. “By any chance, do you sell umbrellas?” “You really went out in this weather.” Hitoshi deadpans, instead of dignifying that with an answer. or hitoshi works the midnight shift at the gas station, which also doubles as a pokestop for pokemon go. of course, denki is a regular.”

34>Rock the House by AkabaneKayo: ShinKami. “It wasn’t just his bed. It was his entire fucking room shaking. Only one thought crossed his mind at that moment: “Holy shit. My room is haunted.”“

35>Technically, they’re morning kisses by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami. “Most nights, Shinsou cannot fall sleep. Neither can Kaminari. It seems counterproductive to have a sleepover then, but they try to make it work. And they fail, but that is okay.“

36>someone to call mine by nearly_theyre: ShinKami, EraserMic “From: Me wish you were here, denks From: kitten 💛💘💛 what if i was tho? OR Four times Denki snuck into Hitoshi's room and one time he walked through the front door.“

37>Pretty by Onlymostydead (noticing some repeat authors? me too): no definite romantic pairing. “(Or, Kaminari still can't figure out bra clasps.) Kaminari has never really felt good about himself. Herself? Whichever way, not knowing doesn't make anything easier. Especially when he (she?) and Mina have their bodies swapped during training, and everything seems too right.“

38>If I offer you my hand, will you take it? by bleukitsune: Kiribaku. SPOILERY. ““Why?” Kirishima leaned back on his hands, trying to create some space between them. Too close. The ash-blond looked really nervous, his usually arrogant and cunning demeanor gone. “What do you see when you look at me? Kirishima is worried. Bakugou is hurting. After his confrontation with Midoriya, he finally reaches out to him. “

Theres way more but I haven't tagged them properly yet so that m a y come later if I can ever finish going through and adding my sorting tags.

and then a last few that Are Not Complete but im really very fond of them. not as many as id like to add, but my hands are getting tired tbh.

39>State of Mind by GuardianOfTheLoaf: no relationship YET but its looking like it’ll be either tododeku or shindeku, probably the former. EraserMic. tw- childhood neglect and severe depression. Izuku’s not a happy kid. “Izuku was a late bloomer, his quirk lying dormant until his tenth birthday when in a fit of emotion he grabs his mother and she disappears. With All Might slowly restoring his confidence Izuku begins the difficult journey into becoming a hero.“ 18/? chapters.

40>Izuku Eats His Problems by CosmicAce: ShinDeku. Izuku’s a flerkin, what more could you want? “His whole life, Izuku Midoriya was taught to keep his powers, his Quirk, hidden from the world. His kind were feared, hunted to near extinction because of it. He just wants to show people he’s different. That he can be a HERO. And nothing is going to stop him. Even if his Quirk IS like an eldritch abomination.“ 43/? chapters

and then probably my current favorite bnha fic- although it fights with Apertum Mortem for that spot but that ones d a r k and not here-

41>family of the year by periiwren: EraserMic. “Hitoshi is done. Done with moving around every few months to a couple that will scrutinize him and eventually dump him right back where he started. Good thing he’s well past his strike limit now- at least he can stay in one place, be content to age out of the system and finish out his training with Aizawa. Maybe transfer into the hero course, maybe be a hero- but none of that was guaranteed. The only thing for sure was that he was going to stay in that center for the rest of his childhood. Or so he thought- because Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi have other plans.“ 24/? chapters. we’ve been informed that this one’s gonne be l o n g and im Very Grateful.

42>Here There Be Dragons by here_and_there: pre-ShinDeku. “Izuku looked at the small circle Aizawa had motioned to in front of them. "I won't fit," he whispered, thinking. He raised his hand, tentatively. Sighing, Aizawa grumbled, "What?" "I-I have a question. Actually, two." His teacher just stared at him, unimpressed. Izuku continued. "Can we activate our quirks before we step into the ring?" Aizawa looked up into the sky, muttering something Izuku didn't hear. "If you must." "O-Okay. Uh, second question. You said we have to stay inside the circle, right?" "Yes." The man looked disappointed, not only in Izuku but in himself for letting the kid speak. "Great. Uh... does that include tails?"“ 6/? chapters.

43>Another Option by sandersonsister: TodoBakuDeku, Touya/Hawks, Dabi/Hawks. Potentially Spoilery, depends on whether horikoshi has the guts to confirm Touya. this one is waiting around the corner with a baseball bat, its really cute, and then r e a l l y painful. it might be getting better though. maybe. it might be getting worse. “When Touya stops his mother from hurting Shouto, he decides enough is enough. He needs to get out of this house and he's taking his baby brother with him.“ 33/? chapters.

That's it i’m done for now, oof. maybe ill edit more onto this post later, maybe i’ll just make another one. hope some of these work!

[noodleheaded]

Revelations and Redamancy

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“Can you stop leaving your underwear all over the fucking floor?” she asked him, walking past a pair for the third time today. “Don’t tell me what to do with my clothes when your underwear is laying on the floor in your bedroom,” Jaehyun spoke, not missing a beat since she chided. “That’s extremely violating. Not only did you look into my room without my permission, but you also stared at my underwear. Thanks, pig,” she rolled her eyes, heading to the bathroom. “Ouch, tiger, that one hurt me,” his words dripping with sarcasm as he observed the contents of his wardrobe. “If you didn’t leave your door open all the time, I wouldn’t even be able to see inside.” She scoffed, “that’s not an invitation to pull a Peeping Tom, you pig,” she hissed, putting on her jeans. “Well gee, it sure is an invitation whenever you bring guys and girls over.” “Look at you, acting like you wouldn’t tidy up the moment you planned to have a girl over. Or a guy. You do you.” “I don’t have time for this,” he sighed, pulling on his shoes. “Where do you think you’re going? We’ve got an inspection tomorrow and, as I mentioned before, your shit is everywhere,” she tied her shoelaces. “On a date, tiger. If you care so much, why don’t you come along-” “Okay.” He froze, slightly taken aback by her instantaneous reply. “Don’t back out on your word now, pig. I’ll surely tell your date all about the kind of guy you are at home,” she grabbed his keys and was already out the door, seating herself in the passenger seat. “Oh, so tiger wants to play?” he muttered to himself. “Fine then, let’s play.”

Sending a quick text off before exiting their shared flat, he got into the driver’s seat. The drive started quietly before Y/n thought of something she could say to rile him up. “Whatever happened to Miss Red Lingerie?” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “What? Why were you in my room?” He said, almost turning around to look at her disapprovingly, before remembering he was driving. “I’d assumed you were soulmates, the way she left her underwear lying around,” she continued, leaving his question unanswered. Jaehyun scoffed, tongue in cheek as he brushed off her comment. “So, where’d you meet them this time? In an alleyway? At that run-down club, you still go to? Or was it a basement party?” Jaehyun huffed and smirked, “at a concert, ever had enough money to be at one?” he shoots back, catching Y/n off guard at first. “No, unfortunately. It costs a lot to put up with your bullshit,” she quipped, and the man next to her rolled his eyes. “Honestly, I can’t believe how people still want to go on dates with you-” Jaehyun purposely slammed the brakes, watching Y/n lurch forward. “We’re here,” he says, throwing her a million-dollar smile before exiting the car. “Asshole.”

“Jaehyun!” Y/n’s head turns to see a tall man approach her and her roommate, “Johnny!” Jaehyun greets back, meeting the man halfway with a hug. “Oh, who’s this?” The man, presumably named Johnny, asked. He slowly looked her up and down. “Babe, this is my roommate, Y/n. She was curious about who I was meeting so I invited her along.” “It’s nice to meet you,” Johnny smiles. Y/n’s neck was craned up to meet his eyes. “He’s so tall,” she thought “and hot as fuck. If he liked girls I might be tempted to steal him from Jaehyun-” “Tiger? Are you listening?” Jaehyun’s voice, disrupting her thoughts. “Johnny asked if you wanted to come inside with us,” Jaehyun rolled his eyes. “Uhhh… no it’s okay. I’ll just use the bathroom and go,” she gives Johnny a small smile. The taller man kissed her roommate’s cheek, walking hand-in-hand into the cafe. 

Y/n walked through the small cafe, noticing the hanging flower baskets and soft light fixtures. She turned back, watching Jaehyun and Johnny laugh. “Oh well, if they enjoy each other’s company-” “SHIT!” Y/n felt the hot liquid spilling down her shirt, feeling it become sticky. She reacted quickly, catching the cup that fell off the tray before it could touch the ground. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Miss. I wasn’t paying attention and I-” “It’s okay, I wasn’t watching where I was going either,” Y/n cut off the barista, absentmindedly handing him the cup. “You look kind of familiar,” the barista voiced, handing her paper towels, while she didn’t even spare him a glance. “He sounds familiar,” her thoughts rang in her head as she looked around the cafe, no one taking any notice of the small collision. “Y/n?” She turned towards the voice, meeting a pair of brown eyes she hadn’t seen for years. The barista smiled warmly at her, and she recognized him instantly “Mark Lee... Since when did you start working here?” she asked, remembering him as the clumsy boy she had met when she was fifteen. “I moved back about 2 months ago, so I started working here as soon as. It’s conveniently close to my apartment block,” he answered, pointing to a complex across the street. “Why is everyone so tall? His shoulders look much wider and his baby cheeks are gone. Then again, what did I expect?” A small silence fell between them both before Mark remembered why they were both in this situation. “Oh, I’ve got a spare shirt if you wanna change out of that one. It’s in the backroom,” He rubbed the back of his neck. “If it’s not too much trouble, please,” Y/n answered, clasping her hands together. 

Y/n came out of the bathroom, feeling much cleaner in the black shirt she had been given. She looked around the cafe for Jaehyun, seeing Johnny and him still sitting at their table. “Comfortable?” She turned towards Mark, who had changed out of his apron and into more casual clothes. “I’m assuming this means you’ve finished your shift?” she asked. He nodded, “I’m heading out to get something to eat if you want to come. I don’t think you even ordered anything from the cafe and it’d be a great chance to catch up-” “You don’t have to make excuses to have dinner with me, Markus,” she joked. “I’d love to go eat with you regardless.” “You wish I’d make excuses to hang out with you,” he laughed, the two of them walking side by side out of the cafe.

“So what’s with you and your roommate? Why am I currently pretending to be your boyfriend?” Johnny asked, taking a sip of his coffee. “To annoy her,” he answered matter-of-factly. “What? To make her jealous or something?” Jaehyun laughed at the idea, “And why would I need to make her jealous?” “The sexual tension is astronomical,” Johnny shrugged his shoulders. “What sexual tension? The sexual tension falling out of your ass?” Jaehyun ignored the possibility of having feelings for her. “I mean look at you, Jaehyun. You have a pet name for her. You make every effort to rile her up, including getting me to play into whatever the fuck this is. You keep glancing around for her, and you wanna tell me there’s no sexual tension there?” Johnny chuckled at his obliviousness. “What a Valentine boy you are.” Jaehyun checked his phone again, no texts. “Even checking for her texts I see,” Johnny side-eyed him, taking another sip from his cup. “Piss off, I’m checking the time,” he lied, deciding to text her himself.

Where are you?

Sent: 7:32 pm

“Shut up, I hate you,” she laughed, punching him in the shoulder. “Still punch hard I see,” Mark rubbed his arm. “How come you were in the cafe today?” he asked, taking a swig of soju. “My roommate came in on a date with his boyfriend, so I came in to use the bathroom,” Y/n answered. He laughed at her answer, “why did you come with your roommate on their date?” “Because he invited me” she replies, shrugging. “Well, you and your roommate are both strange then.” “How so?” “Why would your roommate invite you to his date if he didn’t have to and why would you go, you idiot,” he giggles. “I’ll punch you again I swear to-” Her phone pings, Mark shielding his head with his arms, and she pulls it out of her pocket. “You okay?” The boy across from her asks, seeing her pause upon opening her phone. “Yeah, just an Instagram notif,” she replies, locking her phone and slipping it back into her pocket.

Where are you?

Sent: 7:32 pm

Seen: 7:34 pm

Jaehyun furrows his brow, upon opening his messages. Being met with the word ‘seen’ wasn’t exactly what he was expecting. “What’s wrong? Hasn’t your girl texted?”  Johnny teases. “She’s not my girl,” he answers before texting her again.

I know you’re getting my messages.

Are you at home?

Sent: 7:41 pm

Mark throws his head back in laughter, Y/n doing the same, attracting the eyes of by-passers in the process. “Dude shut UP!” Mark giggles, smacking the wooden table they were seated at. “ It’s not my fault! You’re the idiot who put water in the oil can!” Y/n laughs, causing Mark to crack up. Narrowing her eyes at Mark, her thoughts were interrupted again by a ping from her phone. 

I know you’re getting my messages.

Are you at home?

Sent: 7:41 pm

I’m out with a friend

Sent: 7:46 pm

“Who keeps texting you?” Mark asked her, mouth half-full of ramen. Y/n grimaces at her friend, “roommate, and don’t talk with your mouth full, idiot.” Mark grins, his cheeks jutting out because of the food. “Pfft, you look like a demented chipmunk,” the girl laughs, and Mark throws her the finger.

Jaehyun checks his phone again, concealing the small smile he had, seeing that she had replied. “Oh, Valentine boy? Do you think you can hide that smile from me?” Johnny mocks. “I didn’t smile.” “Yes, you did.” Brushing off the taller man’s comment, he smirked as he thought of a reply.

I know you’re getting my messages.

Are you at home?

Sent: 7:41 pm

I’m out with a friend

Sent: 7:46 pm

You have friends?

Sent: 7:50 pm

“Bitch,” she mumbled under her breath, smiling as she thought of her reply. “Smiling at our phone now, are we? Who’s the lucky guy?” Mark questioned, giving her a look. “Fuck off, it’s my roommate being an ass,” she answered, fingers moving quickly across her keyboard 

You have friends?

Sent: 7:50 pm

Do you have friends?

You’re replying very quickly

for someone who doesn’t have 

time to care about me

Sent: 7:56 pm

Ten minutes passed, Y/n found herself unconsciously awaiting that ping. It didn’t come.

Seen: 7:57 pm

 “Hey, I’m in the mood for ice cream. There’s a cute little ice cream store across from my flat,” she brought up, getting up from her seat. “As long as it’s your treat,” he smiled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

Jaehyun heard his phone, smirking and expecting a witty reply. While it was indeed witty, her words stirred up thoughts inside his head. The smirk fell, and Johnny noticed the small change in Jaehyun’s demeanor. “Jae?” He avoided Johnny’s eyes. Johnny furrowed his eyebrows, “What did she say?” he thought. “You in the mood for ice cream?” Jaehyun asked him, his million-dollar smile reappearing. “Why not?” Johnny replied, choosing not to bring the change in his behavior up.

“Mark, I cannot deal with you!” Y/n yells at her friend on the street. “What?” he laughs. “That’s the seventh pole you’ve knocked into! You’re still that clumsy 14-year-old I met in the park,” she laughs, smacking her palm onto her forehead. “No, I’m not! I’m 22 this year!” he shouts, and Y/n huffs, “hurry up, moron, ice cream shop is just a few stores down.”

“You’re dating who!?” Jaehyun asks again, looking at his friend with wide eyes. “Ten, the one who takes dance classes with Jimin,” Johnny confirms, opening the door to the ice cream shop, and walking in. Jaehyun follows him in, “isn’t he from Thailand?” he asks, eyes scanning the room and landing on a particular pair of people. “Yeah, why- Jae where are you going?” Johnny’s voice goes unnoticed by the other man as he walks over. 

“Honestly, Jaehyun, you’re so stupid-”  “Y/n?” Y/n turns her head to find Jaehyun towering over her, eyes boring into hers. “Has he always been this tall? His eyes… they look so- snap out of it.” She’s brought back to reality from her thoughts, her ice cream starting to drip down her wrists. Mark returns, handing her a napkin before noticing the two other males’ presence. “Uhhh… hello?” Mark shyly waves, receiving one back from Johnny. “Sup, little dude” Johnny greets, and Mark laughs at the nickname, “sup, man.” “There’s a park nearby, we should all go for a walk,” Johnny suggests. “Sure,” Y/n answers, speaking for the first time since the unplanned encounter. 

They all stepped out into the cold breeze. Y/n, instinctively shivering at the cold wind’s touch. Mark handed her his jacket wrapping it around her shoulder. It was obvious, the way Jaehyun eyed the jacket resting on her shoulders. Johnny coughed in an attempt to ease the tension. “So how long have you known Y/n?” he asked. “We met when I was 14, but I moved away when I was 17. I moved back about two months ago,” he explained. “If Y/n hadn’t come to the cafe today, I probably wouldn’t even have known we lived so close to each other,” he answered, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Jaehyun knew he shouldn’t have, but he wished he had never invited you on his ‘date.’ Maybe if he hadn’t, you wouldn’t be smiling with Mark, and he wouldn’t be feeling unfamiliar pains in his chest. Y/n laughed, “back then you were much shorter, and dumber- although, you’re still very dumb.” Mark flipped her off and Johnny laughed along. The next 20 minutes were filled with laughter and jokes from Johnny and Mark, who had seemingly created a great friendship with the tall man. Jaehyun attentively watched the genuine laughter spilling from Y/n’s lips at the other two’s jokes. The night eventually grew darker, all of them deciding to part ways. 

The keys jangled as Jaehyun unlocked the door, letting Y/n first. He may have been an asshole, but ever the gentleman. Y/n nods in acknowledgement, walking into the apartment.  He sits down on the couch, immediately pulling out his phone. Taking off the coat she was wearing, she remembered she had forgotten to give it back to Mark. He side-eyed her, quickly looking away when she turned her head towards him. However, not quickly enough, Y/n caught his eyes for a split second. “You were awfully quiet tonight,” she spoke, taking off her shoes. “I would’ve thought having Johnny around would bring more out of you.” Jaehyun put his phone down, “Do you like Mark?” Y/n froze, taken aback by his forwardness. “Why?” she asked hesitantly. “Do you?” he asked again, his voice soft and almost inaudible. She sensed he wouldn’t be in the mood for her to rile him up. “No. I don’t like Mark that way,” she answered. Her thoughts were racing, “would you be jealous of him if I said that I did?” untying her shoelaces. A genuine question, she didn’t dare to turn around, for fear she would meet his eyes. He silently stepped towards her, so silently that she didn’t realize how close they were till, refusing to follow her instincts, she turned around. “And if I said I would be?” Y/n stood there, staring into his eyes, flustered at the answer he gave her. His hand reached down to the hem of her shirt, the one Mark had given her. “Is this his?” he asked, voice still soft. “Yes, so?” she answered, her words almost getting caught in her throat. “If you like wearing guys’ shirts so much, you should ask me. I’ll give you one of mine,” he smirked down at her, taking a step closer if it was even possible to be any closer. She laughed, rolling her eyes, “There’s enough of them on the floor, I wouldn’t need to ask you.” “Are you saying you want to wear one of my shirts?” he looked at her, eyebrows raised. “I’m saying,” she pulled him closer till their noses almost touched, “I’m saying I want you... to pick up your fucking clothes before the inspection tomorrow,” She shoved him away, walking to her room and locking herself inside. 

“Why is my heart beating so fast? Stop pulsing so much. I’d rather die than have my chest going crazy. Over someone like him especially. Am I dying?” She lay on her bed. Her head was clouded over thoughts. “How am I supposed to get this shit out of my head?” Y/n pulled out her phone. “This motherfucker better be up.” 

Good morning, fool

Sent: 12:26 am

Noting the time, she didn’t expect to get a reply back. This is why she almost fell off her bed when she heard her phone ping, her ringtone on its highest volume.

Good morning, fool

Sent: 12:26 am

We literally saw each other

yesterday. Miss me that much

already?

Sent: 12:31 am

Y/n laughed. “You think you’re funny?” she spoke aloud to no one but her walls. 

Up for a walk in the

park? You know which one

I mean

Sent: 12:34 am

At midnight? You’re a psycho, Y/n

Sent: 12:38 am

An expected answer. It was wishful thinking for her to think he’d be up for a walk at this hour. She’d just have to find another way to vent. Lying on her bed, she sighed, before hearing an unexpected ping.

I’ll be there in 10

Sent: 12:45 am

Smiling at her phone, she came out of her room. She noticed the absence of clothes littering the hallway floor. She walked to Jaehyun’s room, letting him know that she was going out, but noticed he was absent as well. Putting on Mark’s coat, she left their flat, walking to that familiar park.

“Hey there, bean pole,” Y/n joked, punching his shoulder. “Hey there, chickpea,” Mark answered, rubbing his shoulder once again. “What’d you want to talk about?” he asks, starting to walk along the path. “So, hypothetically speaking,” she starts. “Let’s just say there’s a certain person, and you hate them so much. It’s like every little thing they do is an attempt to rile you up.” Mark nods along, “That’s a mouthful but continue.” “This certain person suddenly does and says something that makes your stomach hurt, and you can’t seem to get them out of your head. Why can’t you get them out of your head?” she finishes, looking to Mark for an answer. “I’d say that means… that you have feelings for your roommate?” “Who said it was about him?” “Who else could it be, Y/n?” he asked her, it was the most obvious thing. “He’s the only other person you’ve talked to the whole night,” he said, flicking her forehead. “I talked to Johnny last night,” she said, attempting to make a point. Said point was immediately shut down by Mark’s logic, “you don’t hate Johnny, though.” “I was hypothetically speaking.” “Hypothetically speaking, you have feelings for Jaehyun,” he said, once again, giving her a look. “Even if I was talking about Jaehyun, what makes you think I have feelings for him? I told you he made my stomach hurt,” she said, denying. “Yeah, dumbass, those are butterflies. Butterflies aside, you kept smiling at your phone while we were eating and you know so much about him.” “Because I hate everything about him-” “No, it’s because you care about him,” he cut you off. “What am I supposed to do then if I ‘hypothetically’ have feelings for him?” “Depends on what made your stomach sore?” “He asked me if I had feelings for you and I asked if he would be jealous and then he asked me what I’d do if he was and then he invaded my personal space and then-” “Woah, slow down. Judging by what you’ve already told me, you should just talk to him about it,” Mark offered his advice. “Terrible advice, I can’t do that.” “Oh I’m sure you can,” he smirked. He held your phone in his hand, showing you a text that had already been sent and read. 

Meet me at the bridge in 

the park

Sent: 1:11 am 

On my way

Sent: 1:11 am

“Good evening, hopelessness,” Johnny greeted the younger male. “Shut it,” Jaehyun grumbled. “What happened?” “I don’t know…” Truthfully, Jaehyun didn’t know. He didn’t know whether you had feelings for him, he didn’t know whether he had feelings for you, and he most certainly didn’t know what he should do. “Do you have feelings for her?” “I already told you that I don’t,” he lied. “Are you kidding? You don’t even look like you believe yourself,” Johnny scoffed. “Look, Jaehyun, it has been a day. In the space of one day, you have texted her to check on her, you have teased her and you have sent the most jealous look I have ever seen to Mark because of her. Whether you realize it or not, you have a huge crush on her, dude,” Johnny finished. He turned to Jaehyun, searching his face for a reaction. “What do I do about it?” he asked. “Talk to her, idiot.” Jaehyun brushed his hands through his hair in frustration. “After what I pulled before I’m sure she doesn’t want to talk to me.” Johnny laughed, “I wouldn’t be so sure.” In his hands he held Jaehyun’s phone, an opportunistic text showing. Snatching it from Johnny’s hands, he sent a quick reply before running towards the park bridge. “Gee, thanks,” Johnny spoke to himself, as he watched Jaehyun run off.

“Y/n.” His deep voice resonated through her ears. “Well, you look like you’ve been running.” She noticed his deep breathing. “I was already in the park talking to a friend.” “Same.” He stepped closer to her. “You sure like invading my personal space, don’t you?” she asked, looking into his eyes. “You never seem to tell me to stop,” he countered. “So…” “So…” She had never noticed before, but his eyes were beautiful. If it wasn’t for the fact you were in the middle of a conversation, she would’ve happily gotten lost in them. “I assume we were both talking about the same things with our friends,” he looked down. “If you were talking about our feelings for each other, then you’d be correct,” she quietly laughed. “Our feelings for each other? Does that mean you have feelings for me too?” his eyes were wide and hopeful. Grabbing onto the hand resting by his side Y/n nodded, “I guess so.” “This would’ve been a lot easier if you had just admitted that you wanted me earlier,” The cockier side of him returned. “Don’t talk about me wanting you, when you were so jealous of Mark. If looks could kill…” she joked. “An eventful day for us, don’t you think-” Y/n was cut off, soft lips pressing against hers. “Wow, kissing you is better than I imagined,” Jaehyun’s dimples appeared. “You imagined kissing me- whatever. Jung Jaehyun, we’re in public. I would prefer if you didn’t-” Another kiss. She slapped his shoulder and he simply responded with her favourite million-dollar smile. Little did they know, those ‘friends’ of theirs watched from a distance, fist-bumping and coming up with several ways to tease them. 

(a/n - sorry for the trash ending I literally had no idea how they were gonna end up together so fast escalations were my go to lmao)

- 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓 ⚡

[qscarlet]

Dream Land Chapter 1 The Touch

It was the unfortunate perfect temperature for him to be both hot and cold while he was mining. The coldness of being so alone and deep in the Earth had his skin crawling with goose bumps. The heat of the torches and the work made him sweat making him shiver unexpectedly at the worst times.

He had mixed feelings about mining alone, it was soothing at times with just him and his thoughts. And other times it was just so damn creepy that it gave him nightmares. Not that he would tell anyone that, he’s a big man after all.

Deciding he had enough coal he started heading back up to the surface a little faster then should have for being in such a dangerous place. And to prove that fact he made a wrong turn, tripping over some loose stones and falling down one of the narrow tunnels. Only to land on his butt on a stack of cobwebs.

Screeching like a child he scampered up frantically brushing every part of him trying to get the cobwebs and spiders he felt. He didn’t know if there were actually any spiders on him but that detail didn’t really matter. He kept walking away from where he landed his only thought about that sickly feeling of things crawling on him. It wasn’t until the back of his knees hit something hard making him fall on it that he stopped.

Only to look up at the cave ceiling being held up by slightly rotting wood and a giant wolf spider. Screaming in fear he stumbled off what knocked him down, taking his sword out he started stabbing it repeatedly- most of the time missing.

“Die bitch,”

“Die.”

“You stupid idiot.”

Mumbling under his breath he grabbed a medium sized rock and tossed it at the large spider. After falling to the ground dead behind a chest that he originally fell on, he moved it out of the way. Taking his sword he swept it in the opposite direction as far as he felt comfortable with having a spider near him. He wiped sweat off his forehead plopping himself on the ground next to the chest

“Wow, what a fight.” He sat there breathing heavily and exhausted.

Leaning against the chest he got curious as to what was in it. He was also slightly curious as to why it was here and who placed it here. But he was more concerned and focused on what he could take. He moved putting his hands on the damaged wood excited to see what he could find.

Thoughts danced around his head of what it could be; maybe it was a dead body, or a stronger sword, or something really cool.

Opening the chest he made a face of ‘what the fuck’. In the chest was 2 dark music discs, in the center of one was a purple ring with the name Mellohi and the other had a green ring in the center titled Cat.

“Who would leave these here?”

Silence encased the unanswered question as he reached down and grabbed the discs. As his hand touched the discs the science was broken and a loud breaking sound that nearly shook the ground. He didn’t even notice it as he held the discs in his hand entranced by them. Music discs were extremely rare, the art of making them lost in war long ago. The only change to get music now was to write it down and play it live.

He had a grin on his face as the realization at how lucky he was to have these, the only one to have these. He has to tell Tubbo.

Tubbo held his breath, sweat stinging his eyes as he hesitated to leave the cave. His exit was blocked by a pool of hot lava. Logically he knew his eyes were deceiving him, making the rocks like step stones that popped out of the lave smaller than what they were when he came in.

Taking a breath he fearfully stepped forward onto the step, with both feet planted on the stone and holding his weight did he feel a little better. Taking another step his foot didn’t even make it to the other stone before he felt like he was falling backward, the weight in his backpack filled with ores making his weight uneven. He threw his arms out trying not to fall backwards but it did nothing to stop the fall.

“Tubbo!”

Just before he fell a hand caught him holding suspended in air as he got his footing. The hands pushed him up right making him stable once again.

“Thank you,” He turned to his savior, seeing Tommy, motioning him to move back off the rocks. Once they were savly not going to fall in the lava he crashed into Tommy hugging him for dear life.

“Thank you.” he said again. Tommy awkwardly patted him on the back.

“Don’t worry about it mate, there is no need to get clingy.”Squeezing him one last time he let go and stepped back.

“Where did you go? I was looking for you but you disappeared.” Tubbo shifted the weight of the back, the weight starting to become heavier the longer he had it on his back.

Not wanting to tell him that he tripped and fell down a tunnel and fought to the death with a spider he edited the story a bit.

“I went exploring and I found this.” Tommy showed Tubbo the music discs he found.

“Are you serious? These have been lost for decades if not centertes. They're incredibly rare and valuable. Tommy had a big smile on his face, proud that he found them.

“I know, pog right.”

“So pog.” Tubbo whispered, reaching out to gently take one studying it closer.

“We need to show Wilbur, he’s going to love these.” An Idea popped into his head.

“Yes, let us go brag about the treasure I found exploring.”

A white and black bandanna was running across the field towards a brick house.

“DREAM!”

“DREAM!”

“YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO BELIEVE THIS!”

Rushing inside he nearly bulldozed through Dream who heard him screaming from across the 200 feet clearing.

“Sapnap,” Sapnap had his hands on his knees panting from his unexpected run.

“Dream...Tommy has…….music disc.” Dream did a double take not sure he heard Sapnap correctly.

“What did you say?” Sapnap gave him his best ‘you heard what I said’ face.

“Tommy has music discs.”

“HE HAS WHAT.” He shouted in anger and confusion.

“TOMMY HAS MUSIC DISCS.”

“Yes we know Sapnap we all heard you the first time.” A young man with white goggles stepped into the room clearly tired from all the yelling.

“Sorry George.”

“How did Tommy get music discs?”George asked, coming up next to his two roommates.

“He said he found them in the caves when he was exploring.”

Thoughts raced through his mind thinking this could be his way back home and restore his title.

“Did he say what he’s going to do with them?” George asked.

“I’m not sure, I think I heard something about just keeping them or hanging them up for decorating and bragging rights but I didn’t hear the whole conversation.” Sapnap shrugged not knowing or really caring what the child does with it.

“Knowing him, that's probably what he’s going to do.” George nodded, sounding about right. That is if Wilbur doesn’t use his big broth status and take the discs to help with his music passion.

Dream finally spoke rage and determination filled his voice leaving no room for argument as heads snapped to him in disbelief.

“We're getting those discs.”

[thewatermelloncat]

What’s Your Name?

Summary: Captain Hook has an odd way of trying to remind Harry who he is.

Warnings: This story has the overarching theme of child abuse and deals with the cutting of a wrist (not in the common sense). If either of these points could be triggering for you, or even if you aren’t sure, please don’t read this.

Taglist: @wafflethottt

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“Where were you?” Uma asks, leaning against the doorway of Harry’s bedroom where she’d found him sitting on his bed. “You missed today’s orders. I left the crew to come find you.”

Harry spares her a quick glance, which is only enough for Uma to know that he’s acknowledged her presence. Though he says nothing, too emotionally detached to answer.

Understanding instantly washes over Uma, she’d only ever seen Harry this withdrawn a couple of times before. All having something to do with his father. “What did he do this time?”

Harry doesn’t respond, only continues to stare down at his hook.

“I’m not angry at you, I never was” Uma promises as she steps into his room. “I’m just worried about you.”

“Well don’t worry about me” Harry snaps suddenly, swinging his legs off the bed. “Did it ever strike ye that I wanna be alone?”

She grabs his wrist to stop him as he strides past her, only for him to hiss in pain. Uma instantly pulls away in surprise. “Harry, what did he do?” Uma’s voice raises in urgency.

Harry says nothing and keeps walking away from her.

“What did he do, Harry?” Uma quickens her pace until she rounds in front of him, stopping him in the middle of the living room.

Harry freezes, his jaw set but his breathing deep and uneven. A reaction that Uma has never seen from him. It’s clear to her that he knows that she’ll never drop the topic and there’s no way for him to get out of it.

“What did he do?” Uma repeats slowly in the calmest voice she can manage. She knows the tell-tale signs of panic and she puts her hands on his arms gently, hoping that it will work to ground him.

Harry swallows convulsively but says nothing. Uma knows that he can’t bring himself to speak but he won’t stop her from finding answers for herself.

Slowly she trails her hands down his left arm until they reach his wrist. Carefully she pulls it away from his body and unwraps the bandage. Instinctively she closes her eyes and looks away from the gash curling halfway around his wrist. By the looks of things, Harry hadn’t done anything to clean it up except stopping the bleeding. Uma didn’t blame him; she knew that his mind would be elsewhere.

“Come on, I’m getting you out of the house” Uma sparks into action, rewrapping the bandage over the cut. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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It was Gil who spotted them first when they boarded the Lost Revenge. He bounded towards them through the group of crewmates on the deck and opened his mouth to say something to Harry, but Uma quickly held up a hand and continued walking. Obediently, he closed his mouth and followed behind them into the depths of the ship.

Trailing after them through the corridors, Gil realises that they are heading for the medical room. A shot of adrenaline pulses through his veins and he closes the gap that had formed between them. He’s confused, neither of them seems to be hurt. No one is limping or clutching at a broken bone. But then he remembers Harry missing the crew’s orders and knows it must have something to do with him.

Turning into the medical room Uma immediately gets to work, sitting Harry on one of the beds and grabbing a medical box off one of the shelves. As she kneels down in front of him, Harry moves his arm to rest on his knee so she can get a better look at it. She unloads a few supplies out of the box before carefully unwrapping the bandage. Gil gasps from where he stands in the doorway, he knows that his face has gone white as he feels the blood drain from it. He’s known Harry to hurt himself in a fit of anger, but normally it’s punching a wall and bruising his hand. Gil had never expected for blood to be drawn.

“It’s not what ye think” Harry’s solemn voice reassures him. Although Gil’s not sure if that makes it any better or not.

“You’re going to need stitches” Uma’s voice draws their attention back down to her on the floor. “Gil, go get the rum.”

Quickly he nods his head and leaves for the kitchen.

“I want the pain” Harry says once Gil had disappeared.

“I know you want it,” Uma takes his hand in her own, “but it’s not something that you deserve. This isn’t your fault.”

Uma keeps her hand in his while her other cleans off the dried blood around the cut. She counts him lucky that none of his arteries were severed because by the looks of it if the cut had gone a little deeper, they would have been.

To his credit Harry didn’t flinch or try to pull away while Uma worked. The only signal to his pain that Uma picked up on was the slight squint of one of his eyes. By the time the cut was clean Gil had returned with the bottle of rum. He gave it to Harry for him to take a swig and then to Uma who poured some of it on the cut to disinfect it. It was times like these that she wished they were in Auradon where they had proper medical supplies, but they weren’t and this would have to do.

If anything was fortunate about the situation it was that it was a clean cut, allowing Uma to work quickly to stitch Harry back together. Once she was done, she wrapped a new bandage around it and gave Harry another swig from the bottle before standing up.

“Let’s get some lunch.”

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Together they sit in one of the booths at the back of the chip shop, eating in silence. The tray of food being pushed around the table, Uma and Gil trying to get Harry to eat something only for him to eat a little before pushing it back. Little by little it worked though, and eventually they were happy and left the tray in the table’s centre.

“Spit it out, or we’ll start guessing” Uma introduces, her voice dripping with authority.

“There was nothin’ new” Harry makes a dismissal gesture, lifting his fingers up from the table.

“Your father trying to cut your hand off is new” Uma points out.

Harry’s eyes avoid Gil’s nauseated look as he stares down at Harry’s wrist, only for them to follow his gaze. The pain in his wrist is dull in the back of his mind, lacking priority over the words that were said. The more he tries not to think of them, the more he thinks of them instead. Shame. He shuts his eyes as they circle back and echoing through his mind. Disappointment. His jaw clenches as he tries to will them away, but he feels himself slipping back into his thoughts. ‘What’s your name?’

He drops his hook, suddenly feeling sick to hold it.

 Over the last few seconds Uma had watched a battle take place in Harry’s mind. But it wasn’t until she hears the sound of metal hitting the table, that she becomes aware of the gravity of the situation.

“Harry” she breathes, watching the hook sway to a stop on the table. Her heart hammers in her chest as she watches her first mate withdraw his hand away from the symbol of his being.

Many times, in the next minute she tries to say something only to stop short. No words could explain her confusion or her heartache. To her surprise it was Gil who broke the silence.

“Harry, tell us what he did” his words are slightly stuttered like it takes a vast amount of effort just to get them out. But they have their effect as Harry looks back up at them.

He takes a breath to steady himself before he begins to explain. “It wasn’t until recently that ‘e found out that Uma’s the Captain of our crew.”

At the mention of her name, Uma leans further into the conversation. Resting her elbows on the table with a look of puzzlement on her face.

“He doesn’t want me takin’ orders from” – he stops himself; he couldn’t let his Captain know his father’s true thoughts about her – “from anyone.”

“He thinks you should have your own crew” Uma distinguishes.

Harry nods, “me sister’s both have their own crew, ye see.” Throughout his words he tries to keep emotion out of it, to make sure he thinks blank so his mind won’t slip back into the events of the last night. But he can feel himself slipping and his mind is transported back into his living room.

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“It’s in your blood!” Captain Hook was yelling as Harry stands feet away from him, motionless and forced to listen. “You’re the next man of the household and you’re taking orders from some bitch who wasn’t even born a pirate!”

The words nearly knock Harry backward. It takes all his willpower and then some, for him not to fire back at his father for insulting his Captain.

“What’s your name?” his father’s words are left unanswered. “What’s your name?!”

Harry, shocked to find that his father actually wants an answer, responds quietly, “Harry.”

“Louder boy!”

“Harry” he speaks firmly.

“You know what that means?” This time Harry knows that his father doesn’t want an answer.

“Army commander, a War chief, Ruler of the home!” his father abruptly leaves him and walks toward the table where he fixes his hook back to his arm. “You are none of those things” he says turning back to him. “Where is your crew boy, hmm?”

“I don’t have one” Harry says eyeing the hook as it flashes dangerously as his father’s hand, catching the light off the ceiling. He’s not threatened by the weapon, knowing it’s most likely a dominance display, but he allows his father to back him against the wall nonetheless.

“You are not fit to rule this home, you’ve brought me nothing but shame and disappointment” Captain Hook criticizes. “The only way you’d be worthy to carry my name is if you had a hook yourself.”

Unexpectedly, his father grabs his left forearm and pins it against the wall. At the sudden restraint Harry tries to pull his arm away, his muscles tensing in an effort enough to hurt his shoulder, but his father’s grip is too strong and it won’t move. At the raise of his father’s hook, Harry tries one last effort at wrenching his arm away but the grip on it only tightens. He can’t help the yell of pain that escapes him as the hook slices through his skin. His eyes fuzz out and he scrunches them shut, he’s sure that by the next time he looks his hand will be gone. But to his surprise the hook stops.

Opening his eyes, he sees his father leaning in close to him, his hook now under his chin. “But even then, you wouldn’t be worthy.”

Then his father disappears, leaving his son standing alone with blood dripping from his arm.

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Harry didn’t know what he expected to happen at the conclusion of his story, but it certainly wasn’t the glistening of tears threatening to run down his friends’ faces. It was common for parents to treat their children badly on the Isle, but neither of his friends had heard of anything as vile as that.

“You listen to none of that” Uma was firm in her tone but her words shook. “We won’t tell you that it doesn’t matter” - she looks over at Gil for confirmation and receives it as he nods his head - “because we know it does to you. But don’t listen to him.”

“I’m an insult to me bloodline” is all Harry mutters as the words pass over him. He’s too lost in his thoughts to hear what Uma says to Gil before he stands out of his chair and clasps Harry on the shoulder, before walking across the shop to be with the rest of the crew.

It was Uma taking his hand in hers which drew Harry’s attention back to her. “I don’t get your relationship with him” she begins. “You’re so proud to have him as a father but it’s like he doesn’t want you as a son.”

“Then you understand it perfectly” Harry says, some of his charm starting to come back.

“Why do you work so hard to please him?”

“Why do you work so hard to please your mother?” Harry turns the question around on her, and she immediately understands.

Their parents, alike most others on the Isle, didn’t care about their children unless it was what they could do for them. But driven by an innate response, they continuously try to gratify the people who gave them life in this hellhole, only to consistently fall short. It’s hopeless but it isn’t something they can ever give up on. The system is sick.

“Point made” Uma mutters in defeat, looking around at the rest of the crew leaving the Chip Shop. “We should head back to the ship.”

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“For the record, I think you’d make a great captain” Uma breaks the silence they had fallen into on the way to her quarters, as soon as they step through its door.

“I don’t wanna be a captain” Harry dismisses as Uma leads him over to sit on her bed.

“But you’re not happy” Uma furrows her brow as she sits down. “I know when you first joined me you struggled to come to terms with it.”

“I did” Harry admits. “But that wasn’t entirely my ambition.”

Uma nods, not needing to be reminded of the story that Harry had retold earlier.

“Well, you could leave and create your own crew” Uma states although she doesn’t want it. “But I would take over your territory within a week.”

Harry laughs but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Uma can see how the day has worn on him and wonders how much sleep he had gotten last night.

“I couldn’t be a captain” Harry denies.

“Why not?” Uma says confused. She’s known that ever since he was a young boy, Harry has wanted his own crew, regardless of what his father thought. At times she’s wondered why he’s stayed with her this long – and now she wonders what’s changed.

“I couldn’t… I can’t be as good as you” he shakes his head.

“You could be better” Uma puts her hand on his arm that’s resting on his knee, careful to avoid the bandage.

“No, I couldn’t” He looks down at the point where they touch. “Not in the way that you care for everyone as if they’re ye own blood.”

Uma can’t help but feel a swell of pride at his words. But then she feels selfish for taking the moment to feel good about herself when she should be there for him.

“Do you want to sleep, or do you want a distraction?” Uma asks, willing to help him take his mind off things.

“Sleep, I think” Harry says unsurely. But he looks tired and emotionally drained, so Uma has no problem confirming the decision for him.

“Okay” she says softly.

Like a practiced art, they both settle down on her bed. Instantly fitting against each other with Uma pressed against Harry’s back. She puts an arm over him as he closes his eyes, “I’ll watch over you.”

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“this is unbelievable. this is just unbelievable. it’s just completely and one hundred percent…”

“unbelievable,” a soft voice supplied for him.

“i’m being a little bitch, aren’t I?” he asked not really expecting an answer, fully knowing he was in fact being a little bitch.

sabrina didn’t answer. she didn’t need to answer. instead, she kicked out the chair that sat next to her. ollie immediately stopped his pacing and huffing around the sunny and warm kitchen, pausing just a moment to gather himself before he turned fully to face the tiny redhead that sat perched on the worn wooden chair. he dragged a hand down his face before letting out a rough laugh. ollie knew better than to fight her, plopping down in the seat and letting his head crash down to the table, using his arms as a pillow. he didn’t flinch when he felt a warm hand gently rub his back until he moved to his head.

he finally released the tension from his shoulders and letting his body relax. he knew he wasn’t free from the lingering pain and anger that was brewing inside of him, but it was hard to stay worked up when in the presence of sabrina. he wasn’t sure if it the maturity that came with getting older or just being a mom that had created this wise creature that sat before him. not to say she wasn’t smart or kind when she was younger. she had been those things and more, but it seemed more pronounced now in a way that only a lifetime of living could give you. when ollie looks at her, he’s only ever seen yellow. warm, comforting, sunshine in a tiny bottle.

it wasn’t just sabrina that offered him comfort during the worst moments of his life, but this house was so wrapped up in love and good memories that just stepping through the door made him feel like he would be okay. there was magic in every corner of the crawford house.

from evan’s guitar that sat in the corner to the colorful array of artwork that hung against the fridge and even the walls. to the worn-down appliances from daily usage. this house, especially this kitchen, was well used, well loved, and housing a myriad of stories. ollie lost count of how many times he spent saturday mornings having breakfast or their ritual sunday dinners. this was the only place that truly felt like home to ollie.

his own place was superficial and empty. only a place that he could rest his head when he had any bit of off time. he would be lying if didn’t feel bitter and jealous every now and then when he came home and the quiet settling around him. there was no joyous laughter filling the hallways. there was no pitter patter of tiny feet, begging to stay up an extra an hour or so. watching it all unfold for the two people he loved most in this world made him beyond happy, but the pain always settled back in once he was alone with his thoughts.

it was the future he had wanted so badly when he was younger. the future that he thought he was so close to having until suddenly he wasn’t. to get so lucky to find your soulmate so young…ollie felt almost invincible. that his future was set in stone. that they could have kept the darkness at bay and not let it touch whatever tiny golden paradise they had found within each other. he had been under the impression that it would be so easy. that the future they talked about in whispers late at night in the dark was within reach.

if ollie had known that the time they had together would be over before he could blink, he might had held on a little tighter. look at him more. touch him more. kiss him harder. maybe then he would be left satisfied. maybe it wouldn’t feel like a weight was dragging his heart down whenever he thought about brown curly hair and soft pale skin. of shy longing looks and stolen kisses.

“do you want a cup of tea? maybe some water? we even have apple juice, but I think evan has chugged most of it,” sabrina’s soft voice filtered through his thoughts, humor tracing her words as she continued to gently ease him like she would one of her kids. it made him miss being young and wrapped up in his mother’s arms. the last time was when…well…he tried not to think about it. the tiny crawford demons truly had no idea how lucky they were.

“have any whiskey? what about vodka?” his voice was muffled but clear. he laughed and muttered out an ow when he felt sabrina tug at his hair, finally lifting his head to stare at her.

she didn’t have to say it out loud. it was written on her face and in her eyes. you’ve been through worse.

“I don’t know how I fucked it up so badly. it’s honestly amazing how badly I fucked it up. do you think he hates me?”

“yes.” sabrina said bluntly.

ollie blew out a breath and shook his head, “you’re supposed to be making me feel better. you think I came here to get jam stuck on my good jeans? how the hell do the gremlins manage to get shit everywhere”

“you came here because you knew I would be honest and it would distract you from your thoughts,” she said before adding gently, “plus, you love me. and the gremlins.”

“I would die for you and the gremlins.”

sabrina quickly reached back out to grasp his hand, giving it a squeeze. ollie in turn twisted it around to hold her hand tightly. “I don’t know if it’s going to make you feel any better or worse, but it’s not the end of the world and cillian will be okay. he will. maybe not right now, maybe not next month. but eventually he will be okay.”

ollie sighed and straightened up in the chair, staring ahead at the fridge, mesmerized by the sea of colors that covered it. “I just wish we could have a conversation now. he won’t take my calls and I’m…I’m frustrated. i can’t let it end like this. doesn’t he want closure?”

“sweetie, he’ll come to you when he’s ready, and if that mean’s he never does then that’s it. I’m positive he’s got all the closure he needs, there’s no need to rub salt in an open wound for both of you. he won’t hate you forever; it’s too hard to hate you.”

ollie let out a ragged sigh and closed his eyes as a brief moment of anguish rolled over him. she was right. of course, she was right, but it was nagging on him that it had ended so badly. ollie was so desperate to explain that cillian was wrong. he wasn’t hanging on to old memories or letting him get in the way of this relationship. the he had moved on. he wasn’t entirely sure he even wanted to get married. but ollie knew he was only lying to himself. and lying even further to cillian would only make it worse. ollie couldn’t bear to hurt him even further. the man did make him happy, if only for a brief moment of time.

ollie knew he craved one final conversation because it’s what he never got. it’s hard to let go of your ghost when it left behind so many unanswered questions. not knowing if it had been him that drove him away. and if that wasn’t the case, then why hadn’t ollie been enough to make him stay.

“I miss him.”

the words were barely above a whisper, but they sound like a gunshot in the silence that rested over the kitchen. it felt like a hand was grasping his chest, making it hard to breathe. ollie was embarrassed to feel the burning sensation in his eyes, roughly clear his throat to drive away the tears that threatened to fall. when he looked back up at sabrina, the devastation on her face was crystal clear, but there was something else there he couldn’t place. it could have been guilt or maybe just sadness, but it was gone as quickly as it came. she linked her fingers through his, holding his hand even tighter. as if she could simply ease is pain by taking it on herself.

ollie wasn’t sure how much time had passed at the sat connected in companionable silence before the fog from his head. ”it’s quiet.”

sabrina hummed her response, still content in sitting there with her hand wrapped in his.

”no, it’s quiet. it’s too quiet.” ollie narrowed his eyes and glanced around the kitchen, as if evan was suddenly going to pop in and try to throw ollie over his shoulder. “where are the tiny gremlins and their ugly leader?”

sabrina let out a startled laugh, loosening her hold on ollie’s hands. ollie wouldn’t have thought twice, but there was a nervous energy that surrounded her now. a confused smile spread over his face, watching her flounder for a second. the only time he had seen her this flustered was whenever someone mentioned her super obvious crush on evan. she was hesitating, and ollie’s stomach suddenly dropped.

”is everything okay?”

her silence filled the void, leaving his question unanswered. It was his turn to grasp her hand tightly, holding onto her to offer her comfort, if it was even needed.

”you and evan? you guys okay?”

sabrina let out the breath she had been holding, practically sagging in her seat before she gently pulled her hand out from his to grasp his arm.

“Oh, my god! Of course! no, no, no. we’re completely fine. me and that idiot are for life. he just took the kids away for a week-end getaway.

it was ollie’s turn to sag with relief. it didn’t hit him until now just how devastating the thought of a world without sabrina and evan together would be. ollie laughed, the first true and light laugh he had all day, and sabrina laughed in return. her’s still slightly awkward and strained.

“what has you so worked up? i’m 50% positive evan can handle a weekend taking care of kids without maiming or seriously injuring himself. I hope.”

sabrina only looked down at the table, picking at a tiny splinter of wood that had peeled back. ”he took them to ians.”

her words were so soft that ollie was lucky to barely make it out. if he’s being honest, the only word he did hear was ian. the name rang through him like a shotgun blast. his smile frozen on his face,

”are you fucking with me?” the longer the silence between them spread, growing tighter and tighter and no longer full of comfort, the faster ollie’s heart started to race. his smile slowly dropping from his face, watching sabrina sit there and pick and pick and pick.

”sabrina, what’s going on?”

she still refused to even look at him. the only tell tale sign that she was even listening was the small tremor that went through her hand.

”sabrina.”

his voice growing rougher, trying his best to contain the growing storm that was brewing inside of him. the wild energy that now filled him couldn’t be ignored, slamming his hand down on the table hard and loud. watching sabrina jump and flinch made him recoil only a tiny bit, and he knew he would severely regret it later when he was left alone with his thoughts, but he couldn’t take another minute of unanswered questions. not when it came to this. not when it came to ian. she finally rested from picking at the table, growing courage to face him head-on.

”evan took the kids for the week-end to visit ian. at his cabin.”

ollie couldn’t only stare back at her. in confusion and disbelief. he shook his head once and then once more. he wasn’t sure if he was telling her ‘no, you’re lying to me’, in denial about what she was saying, or if he could shake his thoughts free…maybe it will clear enough for a levelheaded response.

”where?”

“ollie…”

”where”

ollie yelled loud and clear. there was no use in controlling himself because he was past the point of self-control. he could just add it to the list of moments he used to fill his self-loathing. ”how long have you know where he was?”

when she finally looked up at him, her eyes filled with stark devastation and her face pale. it felt like a punch to the gut. ”you knew. you knew the whole god damn time.”

it wasn’t a question at this point. he pushed himself out of the chair and away from here, letting the chair fall against the floor before he turned back to her.one minute he was standing the next he was crouching, doing his best to catch his breath as it raced in and out, tugging at his hair to bring him back to earth.

warm hands were pulling at his, trying to offer comfort and love. or maybe trying to ease her own guilt. ollie pushed her hands away, standing back up and putting his back to her. his ears filled with a roaring wave, broken please and sorry’ s carrying through the sound. the second her hand touched his back, he came back down and rushed away from her touch. ”I can’t do this right now.”

maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so much if it hadn’t been sabrina. honestly, when he was calmer about this, he would have to give evan props for keeping it a secret. willow he expected this. no matter how close the two of them became over the years after ian left, ian would always be her top priority when it came to his mental health and safety. but sabrina. he didn’t realize she was even capable of a betrayal this deep. and he knew, in the back of his head, that she was only protecting both of them, she loved them both. ollie couldn’t manage rational thought at the moment.

she was there to make sure he got out of bed, dragging him along to third wheel dates. taking him out to eat just the two of them, making sure he was actually eating. she had been there when he read that fucking letter, holding his hand until he cried himself to sleep. it hurt – deeply. he had meant to rush out the door, heading to the sanctuary of his car. this kitchen felt like the walls were caving in. the house felt cold instead of the warmth it usually offered. yet he couldn’t get his feet to move. all he could manage was a soft please. it took him a minute to turn around, looking her dead in the eye.

”please. I need to know.”

she stared at him; face covered in tears. even through his haze of anger, he felt a pinch of regret. if or when evan came to kick his ass, he would allow it. no matter how angry he was with her, and evan, he hated seeing her in despair. she only hesitated for a moment before she was moving, grabbing a piece of old artwork one of the kids drew and the closets pen. her hands moved lightening fast against the paper before she folded it, grabbing his hand to place it in his.

”I’m sorry. I love you.”

ollie took in a deep breath, feeling too many emotions at once. honestly, he wasn’t entirely sure what he felt, but he knew he was going to crash the second he was home. his hands shook as he pulled his hands from hers. he quickly walked away from sabrina, his steps brisk and strong before he paused at the kitchen doorway. he couldn’t fully face her yet, still filled with too much anger and regret.

”I know. I love you, too.”

he didn’t waste another second, rushing towards the door and for the fresh air. the piece of paper gripped tightly in his hands in fear that he would lose it. his entire world was about to change. he wasn’t entirely sure yet if this was a good thing or bad. he would worry about that tomorrow

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Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card! (Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled.)

[SPOILERS FOR SWORD & SHIELD START HERE].

Oh Hop, my sweet, sweet summer child.

I've used a similar setting in three fics already. Time to get original bitch. Anyway! This story was a test run for a Postwickship fic for me and it's a success: I've had tons of fun. This is supposed to be set post-game but in an AU where Shieldbert and Swordbart or whatever their Eng names are didn't show up to steal old rusty held items idk. I just really wanted to write hurt/comfort for them lol I headcanon the player character and their crew as 16 in SwSh so they're 16-17 here. I wouldn't puncture the lung of a 10-year-old, jeebus. This could be a little incoherent because I wrote it in more than one sitting and while doing some research on the side at times, so I hope this is satisfying to someone out there.

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Anima Curanda (A Soul Who Will Be Cared For)

Summary: Hop tries finding his way back to civilization after a trip field gone wrong, Gloria finds her best friend injured in Postwick and the air surrounding them is filled with unanswered questions, undisclosed pain and concerns. A lot of concern.

Fandom: Pokémon Sword and Shield Ship: Pre-rel Hop/Gloria (Postwickshipping)

Wordcount: 3.8K words

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo

AO3 version available here.

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Hahaha, it hurts! It just hurts!

What hurts? Too much to keep track off, frankly. He just aches all over, from head to toe; from the migraine of having barely slept to the pain of having walked and biked for days and days; from the dark thoughts he tries to keep buried from the outside world and the hazards on the ground that he stumbles over when he starts to overthink things.

 Despite how many times he’s been curb-stomped to the ground, how many times he’s flown in the air after the shockwave a move can make, and how much all of these hurt afterwards, he’s kept rising to his feet over and over again. He’s lost to his rival ten times already, he’ll never shine as bright as his brother or the friend he spent his childhood with, unbeatable as they are and ordinary as he is. He’s nothing special, nothing shiny, just nothing.

Portraits of Lee decorating the living room and countless discussions between his own family aside, there’s a lot of other things that tell him he’s the inferior product. A lot of other little, tiny things – of details, even – that ache to think about, that pinch his heart to the point of being slightly nauseous.

 Everyone on his team has fainted, aside from Dubwool who’s courageously fighting the hail with him. He regrets having ever taken his first partner, his most loyal one, away in some PC box out of the sheer mass of his insecurities, of that constant will to improve despite nothing good ever coming from that. He hangs onto its Ball as firmly as he can, the strength of it making him afraid he’ll make it shatter if he clenches it too strongly.

He’s actually surprised he feels this strong to begin with. After trekking for days, fighting everything he could, trying to find new members to reinforce his team, it’s surprising he can still think of himself as strong enough to do that. If it wasn’t for the pain bolting in his chest, he wouldn’t be clenching that ball as if his life depended on it.

 And what a pain it is! It started with the missed Psycho Cut of a wild Gallade, whom Corviknight had narrowly the assault of shortly before getting taken down itself, hitting right into the left side of his chest and most likely at least making some internal damage in there. That was around two days ago, if he isn’t wrong, and it’s shown no sign of hurting less anytime soon.

It bruised rapidly, or so he thinks compared to those he’d often get when he was younger (and also not unlike the ones Lee got during the Eternatus incident, on second thought…). Pressing a hand against it too strongly makes him yelp in pain while his skin keeps worsening in colour around where he got it. He was lucky for it not to have bled on the spot, but that doesn’t make anything much better: it still hurts a ton and he still has trouble breathing because of it. If it’s not getting better after a couple days, when will it do so?

 At times, black dots appear all over his vision, for some reason, and he starts swaying and staggering until Dubwool catches him back with its fur. He used to apologize verbally, the first times that’d happen; but he’s found himself having less and less breath to give his excuses with. Sentences became a couple words, words some syllable.

It doesn’t help that he’s constantly lightheaded and easily gets dizzy. If he moves a little too rapidly, his vision goes for a swim and may not come back. If it wasn’t for Dubwool fending off the Sneasels that take interest in them at times, he’d have been a goner for sure. He has the feeling this is all related to his injury, to that toxic-looking bruise that’s festering under his miserable layers, but doesn’t see exactly how. Well, that’s not entirely true: he can easily suppose it’s because that injury makes it harder to breathe, so much harder, because of the pain it fires up in him every time he tries to speak and breathe.

 The city is in sight. Wyndon’s lights and tower are in view, and he finally feels some relief, Dubwool seemingly bleating in agreement. However, right as he charges his legs to rush there, he trips over some ice, his damp sole gliding for a split second, losing his balance and falling again. Dubwool doesn’t have the time to react properly and stop him, so he falls right on his chest from all of his height, a sickening thumb resonating with his fall. The air gets propelled out of his lungs in one fell swoop, dizzying him even further.

He has no time to lose, especially not what he’s that close to the city, so he tries getting up on his arms. The pain that has been dully brushing against his ribs is now acting in an even fuller swing, the black dots not leaving his line of sight, almost preventing him from breathing altogether. He could stop to take a taxi, but what if he’s to pass out before it even comes? No, no, he has no time to lose…

 His legs have endured a beating of their own before, decorated with scratches and bruises from the rocks he didn’t see coming and the claws of the local wildlife, tired of pushing on themselves to make him keep going. As a result, he has to use Dubwool as a support, failing to rise up once or twice before managing to finally regain a footing and continue his route to Wyndon. He’ll be there soon, he’ll be able to know what’s wrong and to finally give himself actual rest. Arceus, doesn’t that sound amazing?

He suddenly coughs violently, not even having the time to say anything or even put a hand in front of his mouth. He’s left gasping for air, unable to really make oxygen enter his chest anymore, especially once he sees what has just gotten out of his system, spread on the snow like an unremovable stain on an immaculate carpet. This is it: he has to go forward now or he’ll never see the light of day again.

 With tremendous efforts, he makes it to Wyndon, out of breath; legs shaking in instability and arms tired of holding a hand against an injury that most likely doesn’t get any better from getting pressed. He’s still coughing, even if it hurts him even more to do so, and he’d just like to laugh it all off. He’d have done that if the pain wouldn’t get even more excruciating from such a gesture alone. The Centre is very much near now, and he can get there if his chest doesn’t give up on him too. Still, there’s another sight that makes him stop for a few seconds, and a shiver goes down his spine.

In the distance is his childhood best friend, his journey companion, his (former?) rival, waving at him vigorously. She’s smiling, grinning even, as he runs towards him. It’s only when she notices the hand clutching the hurtful part of his abdomen that Gloria drops the smile and immediately worries. It’s kind of hard to say for sure when most of his vision is blurry from the tears that are flooding it by the second.

D-dammit, he doesn’t want to worry her of all people!

 “Hop, are you alright?” She asks, voice hesitant, in a tone he hasn’t heard in a little while.

“Y-yeah, I… I should be… real soon…!” He’s breathless and speaking hurts even further; yet tries smiling, only for his face to follow his chest.

“You’re sure about that? You look like you’re in pain!”

“It’s nothing…! I pro –”

Before he can pronounce his false oath, he starts coughing again, despite all his best efforts not to. The thing building up in his airways gets out anyway, no matter what he wants, and his vision starts swimming again. He’s afraid he’ll blackout before he can reach the Centre, so he should quickly stop that conversation and…

“Let me see.”

 He stares at her for a millisecond, eyes squinting. He was just about to grab a tissue and clean the inside of his palm.

“Hop,” her voice strengthens, reminiscent of the Champion who’s beaten his until then undefeatable brother. “Please, Hop, let me see. It really doesn’t sound right.”

He reluctantly gives her his hand, the black dots dancing around them like will-o-wisps. She doesn’t respond to it, her reaction instead cementing itself in silence. That is, until she finds what words she wants to put on it. It drops in a glacial, no-nonsense tone, raw and undignified:

“…I’m calling for help.”

 Before he could interrupt her attempt at doing so, the quick move he tried to pull off to do so makes itself felt and he collapses on his knees, the pain in his chest unbearably intense. It’s like he’s been kicked in the abdomen, and then someone was twisting something inside of it. Breathing is becoming impossible, or at least barely, from how painful it is to inhale and exhale, from how difficult it is to simply focus on that with such a hazy mind. He wants to cry, but that sounds like choking himself even further…

Gloria seems to be over with her call rapidly, as she next kneels down to his level, her warm hands on his cold shoulders, then on his forehead. Her touch is delicate, as if she’s stroking crystal, while he’s busy not strangling himself with whatever’s happening inside of him at the moment. She gives him soft words of reassurance, shelters him with her arms from the rest of the world, tells him he doesn’t have to lie or suffer anymore. He likes that. He wishes his arms could do the same for her, but she simply is so much stronger than he is, and there is nothing he can do about it. Maybe, one day, he’ll be able to pay her out…

“Don’t worry, you’ll feel better soon,” is the last thing he hears before his vision fades to black.

  Gloria wishes she could have been waiting with Dubwool by her side, both so she wouldn’t be alone and because it’s her best friend’s closest partner; but, naturally, that’s not possible in a hospital, so she instead fumbles with its Ball.

She tried calling Leon and Sonia earlier to warn them about what had happened, but neither of them responded. If she’s to assume, she’d say Leon is busy with managing the Battle Tower and Sonia is head-deep into her studies, may have had a sleepless night and is now snoring over her desk, left unable to be awaken by her phone (which she most likely put on Plane Mode anyway…). She’ll have to wait for them to pick them back up and call her back, then. Ah, that sort of stuff happens. Plus, they can’t have known.

They really can’t guess what happened.

 She can’t quite put back the pieces, at the moment, because of how little she knows about the sequence of events that brought Hop to Wyndon, on a fairly sunny day with cold air, with most of his party fainted, an exhausted Dubwool and, most of all, a couple broken ribs. If Hop can communicate with Dubwool, then she really can’t, even if she’s never wished that much in her life that she could understand bleating. She hadn’t even considered the question until today!

What worries her the most is the blood he was spitting when he was trying to talk to her. Is that a symptom of broken ribs? She can’t remember having ever broken such a bone in her life, or known someone who did. Truth be otold, there may have been that one time where that could have happened, but she never got to know why. A few years ago, the neighbours suddenly went to Wyndon for a week, taking Hop with them, and Mum just kept saying that things would be back to normal soon. She didn’t lie, but the sketchiness of it all makes her suspicious… It doesn’t help that, that year, the Gym Challenge finals got postponed.

 Still, there’s something inside of her that just knows something’s gone terribly wrong. She can’t exactly pinpoint how, or why, or if it’s even possible that such a feeling could be right. All she knows is that she’s having an awful impression of it all and that her heart is beating in overdrive. Winding out is not exactly the easiest thing to do when she’s stuck in a waiting room, having to choose between pacing indefinitely or sit on a chair and play around with her fingers or her phone.

She’s tempted to go outside to wait for the news to be given to her, absolutely; but she’s afraid that, if she does so, the doctors will have nobody to give it to if she’s still outside by then. That’d be underestimating how much she wants to see him, to know what exactly happened and how she, as a Champion and as a friend worthy of such name, can fix things. That’s part of her missions as Leon’s successor, right?

 Set on staying here until someone gets out of the operation room, the bright red light of the “In Use” sign sitting over the doorframe whose direction she regularly glances at still shining over the daylight pouring through the windows, Gloria settles on studying her surroundings yet again. The walls are still white and pristine, with barely any spot or stain to be noticed. The floor is covered by a layer of grey linoleum, as boring to comment on as it’s functional. If she can guess such a room is regularly cleaned, she can also tell there’s been a couple stretchers that have wheeled through it to the operation room today already. The lines and stains left by these, unlike the walls, are still visible.

The room is empty and, aside from her unnerved breathing and impatient footsteps, silent. The soundproof walls make it so she can’t hear a thing, even if she puts her ear against the wall, morbidly curious, trying to keep herself from dipping into some seriously messed-up thoughts that have been trying to assault her mind ever since Hop started showing signs he wasn’t as fine as he’d have liked her to believe.

 In a way, it’s funny that he’s doing exactly the same thing as his brother. They both said “I’m fine, don’t worry” at times where they knew they weren’t. Still, she doesn’t think that Hop did that on purpose, now that he’s tried freeing himself from Leon’s shadow. It’s more of a thing that she sees herself doing… As hypocritical as that may be, and as much as she dislikes knowing he purposefully lied to her thinking it’d be the right thing to do for her sake, she can understand it. She can understand it and that has to be why she hates it so much…

Gloria’s back hits the wall as she glides down to her feet, crouching with her forearms on her knees. Time’s too long and she’s getting nauseous from the anxiety that keeps piling in her throat and chest, heart throbbing. Trying not to cry is already a behemoth task in itself, so she focuses on that, only for her thoughts to change back to what could be happening and questions she can’t have an answer to.

 She snaps back to reality when the red light turns off and the door finally opens, revealing a gurney getting wheeled to the other side of the room and a surgeon, still wearing his stained scrubs, walking up to her. She stands back up, rising herself on stiff and yet trembling legs, and lies back against the wall, gulping. Her mind rings and burns with a thousand questions; but her voice can’t catch up, not even a whisper exiting her mouth. The man gives her a tired, yet soft smile back:

“Your friend will be fine. Absolutely is the brother of the former Champion, his fighting spirit showed in the OR…”

 She has to retain herself from hugging the man right in front of her and give him a waterfall of thanks. Instead, she remembers for a split second she’s the current Champion, shakes her head and keeps the waterworks from unfolding for a little while longer:

“Thank you so much, doctor.”

  There is a silent horror seeping in her veins from being here. Everything about the room is eerie: the slow, somewhat regular beeps of a monitor; the oxygen mask sitting there, accompanying an otherwise soothing breath; the abnormal serenity of the air around her, the whiteness of a room that reminds her of the snow and the smell of antibiotics.

She remembers waiting in a lobby with Hop decorated like that in Hammerlocke, his hand clutching hers while he tried not to bit his thumb or cry in stress, the both of them tired and battered yet the lucky party of the fight against Eternatus. She remembers the horrified yet relieved look on his face as they discovered in what state his brother was. She remembers the words that got out of his mouth, how he found it so creepy to have Lee lying there, almost lifeless.

Surely there is some irony to be found about Hop now playing that role.

 It hurts to be there, to see the time standing still yet again, as she waits for him to wake up. A part of her does like him to be resting after the nightmare he must have endured to end up like that. With the injuries he’s sustained, it’s only normal he doesn’t wake up immediately. She’s trying to combine that with the effect of sleeping gas, but as a girl who’s never had a surgery, it’s hard for her to estimate such a thing. She’s got to wait and…

“Gl…”

 She’s about to drift off when she realizes Hop’s head is now turned towards her, the faintest smirk on his lips. He looks beyond tired, exhausted by the experience and the trauma of the surgery, pale all around, but he’s still here, safe. The light press she feels on her hands makes her realize she’s been holding his all along. That’d be embarrassing if she wasn’t trying to get her priorities straight.

“Hop, you’re awake!” That’s beyond obvious, what’s the point of saying aloud like that? Maybe it’s just from the sheer happiness of this being a fact…

“T-thanks…”

 His voice is weak, low and raspy, barely more hearable than a whisper; quite the opposite of the roaring tone he’d usually speak in. Still, that’s his voice, that’s him being able to breathe yet again, and it’s more than enough for now. Of course, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t wish deeply for his recovery to happen soon; that’s just settling down for a sustainable goal for now. Better not rush things in, for she has a feeling that may have happened to her good old friend over here…

“How are you?” She asks, keeping her own voice down.

“Huh… Sore…?”

“Better than gone, I suppose.”

“…Yeah…”

 Hop inhales deeply, wincing slightly when he does. A slow hand strokes the left side of his chest, trying to calm something down.

“A-again… Thanks for… y’know… saving me…”

“That was nothing. We have to look out for each other, don’t we?”

“Ha… Yeah…”

The mood sinks with his smile, dragging her heart with it.

“Sorry for… that…”

 Gloria doesn’t reply immediately, letting a silence settle itself, uncomfortable and thick.

“You’re having problems breathing, right?”

He nods.

“No wonder you do, with what you got for yourself… How did you even go for that long with these injuries?”

“I wanted to… make sure my… team would be safe.”

“The good news is that they’re safe, now. Dubwool seemed really worried about you when I found you two!”

“He’s such a great ’on, right…?”

“He sure is.” She clears her throat. “Anyway. I meant to ask you to be easier on yourself from now on. It was really heart-breaking to see you like that struggling to even breathe.”

“Sorry for being such a klutz… Got hit by a Gallade… Slipped on some ice…”

“…and pierced your lung.”

 He freezes.

“So, as I said: don’t do that again, okay? You deserve a lot more than dragging yourself like that, Hop.”

He looks aside.

“You… think?”

“Of course I do! What am I to you, a liar?”

He almost laughs until his pain catches back to him, causing the fit to immediately stops in its tracks.

“’t wasn’t what I meant…!”

“I guessed so.”

 It’s to Gloria’s turn to look aside and feel something burn inside of her, scratching her chin with her finger.

“I meant to say, you’re amazing, Hop. I don’t want to see you go like you almost did. What’s a Champion without her rival?”

“Huh…”

“That’s right, not the same person! You matter very much to so many people! So, please, can you take care of yourself?”

Hop still doesn’t reply. He looks like he’s lost his words somewhere along the way.

“Not for anyone either. For yourself. I… I hope you’ll one day understand how important you are.”

She can understand she’s being confusing and emotional. Trying to pull strings together is harder than usual.

“I’ll try that, then…”

“Good.”

 The two of them settle in a comfortable silence. She’ll have to ask him when he’s better what happened to him in case such a disaster is to happen again (which she really hopes it doesn’t). For now, he’ll recover, and she’ll be by his side as he does so. Too bad for her Battle Tower scores and public interventions, some things just matter more than clout and fighting experience.

You know, once she’s sure they’ll be safe and sound, she can tell what’s truly on her mind and heart. It seems like he still doesn’t have a clue as to what’s hiding under the rocks…

  “Hop!!”

Busting through the door, not even waiting for a yes or a no, Leon enters the room his baby brother is stuck in. Soon, however, his intense concern turns into a sort of awkwardness and utter surprise when he realizes he’s facing his brother and his best friend sleeping against next each other, their hands fiddled together.

 Before he can mellow out and smile at the sudden sight of safety and softness, Sonia’s voice comes from behind his shoulder.

“Let them sleep instead of screaming like that, you big idiot.”

He has to agree with her, so his shoulders untenses as he lets her enter and closes the door behind them.

[queeniewriteshockey]

For the birthday thing I asked, the hot af, Mr. Nolan Patrick

A Birthday to Remember: Nolan/ReaderWord count: 2,157

Warning: Rott Your Teeth Sweet

Author Note: 

I AM SORRY THIS IS LATE. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABE!

The hand on your leg is warm and comforting, just as the ride home is as well. You sit back in your seat, content and happy, eyes watching the man beside you lovingly. You can’t help the light bright feeling that’s nestled itself inside your chest. Your birthday was typically not something you cared about. Time and time again you’d let it pass without incident. Not everyone was so likeminded. The one beside you being one of them. 

He hadn’t told you he was planning anything. In truth, you had expected to get off work, go home and have a quiet night in. This is not what you got. Your day started with a note on the bedside table and a simple rose. He’d left for morning skate before you were even awake. You really hated days when he wasn’t the first face you saw, but it happened… a lot. So you were used to it by now. The note was sweet and simple. A ‘happy birthday, babe. Love you.’ And nothing more. It was perfect, really. You wanted nothing more than exactly that. 

He didn’t stop there. Of course, he didn’t. You should have known. At work, you received no less than two dozen roses that took up half your desk. You’d need to talk to him about that at some point because he’d made working damn near impossible, even if you also absolutely loved it and were the envy of all your co-workers. He even stopped in after his morning skate to take you to lunch. 

You thought that would be the end of it, but no, of course, it wasn’t. Nolan had other ideas. When it came time to get off work, you’d collected your things, leaving the flowers at your desk so that you could enjoy then when you came back and headed out to the bus. You didn’t typically drive around Philly. Parking was a bitch and too expensive to be worth it. The entire paycheck you worked for would go right back into the system if you tried. The bus was just as easy. As long as you had the tokens or a pass. You never make it to the bus, though, Nolan is outside waiting for you. He rests on the side of his car, legs crossed in front of him and two cups of coffee in his hand. He grins over the top of the one he was sipping on and waves the other at you. “This is yours,” he says with a grin, “but only after you change.”“Change?” You ask, confusion coloring your features. “Into what? I haven’t mastered shapeshifting yet.” He laughs at your quip before turning around and reaching into the car. He pulls out a dress you’d bought a few weeks ago and set in your closet for a special occasion. “This,” he says. “Nols,” you say, head tilting as you look at the dress in his hand. You’d picked it up on a whim, you hadn’t even shown him the garment. The tags were still on it and everything. You were so unsure of it. “Why…”“C’ mon babe.” He says as he pushes off the side of the jeep, “I have a thing planned. I need you to work with me.” You purse your lips, considering his pleading face and the dress holding onto the hanger perched on his finger. You really wanted to go home and spend the night on your own with him. Maybe a movie and some take out. You didn’t think he would go this far with your birthday. Little did you know he had more planned than you could even imagine. “Thank you,” you tell him as the hand on your legs slips from its spot in an effort to turn the car off. He’s parked in the spot the two of you share for the condo you live in. He turns to look at you, a smile on his lips. “You don’t have to thank me,” he says before he presses a kiss to your lips. “It’s your birthday, you deserve this.” You don’t completely agree with him. Not because you don’t think you deserve the love, but because your birthday has never been anything special. “I’m still thankful for you.” It was a lot for your introverted mood to handle, but it came from a place of love and you loved everyone that had joined you. Nolan had put together an amazing dinner party at a local restaurant with your family and mutual friends. Even Travis had shown up, though he’d spent more time flirting with your mom and making her laugh then he did talking to you. Nolan just rolled his eyes. That was Travis, for ya. The rest of the night had been filled with good food and friends. You even got to open a few gifts that some of them had brought. “You still didn’t have to go this hard,” you tell him when he pulls away from you. “What are you going to do next year to outdo yourself?” A smile spreads across his lips, the action crinkling his blue eyes at the corner and making him look younger than he is. “I’ll figure something out.” 

He opens his door and slides out of the driver seat, the keys slipping into his pocket before the door is closed and he’s walking over to your side of the car to let you out. You were getting used to that action from him. It was so foreign when you first started dating, but he always brought the car around so you didn’t have to walk and always opened the door for you. You joked at first that he was kind of a grandpa, but as it turned out, he’d learned how to treat a lady from his grandpa. It was endearing, the way he treated you. It made you feel like a princess; his princess. You get out of the car, your purse in hand and move to get the gifts and your work clothing out of the back but he stops you. “Leave it,” he says, taking your hand. “I’ll get that stuff later.” You narrow your eyes at him, lips pursed as he leads you away from the car. “What are you up to?” You ask as the car chirps behind you. “What makes you think I’m up to anything?” 

“I know you, Nolan James Patrick,” you say suspiciously. The two of you climb the stairs up to your condo, your question still going unanswered. 

The keys he’d stuck in his pocket are out, leaving your hand cold from the air that hits it in the absence of his warm fingers. You can hear soft music floating through the hall, but your mind offers you a reason for it that is anything but the fact that it’s coming from your apartment. That is until he opens the door and you can hear the soft music coming from the corner of the room. “Nolan James,” you say again but the words die on your tongue as you step inside. The apartment is covered in tiny twinkling candles, fake of course, and the music plays softly in the corner. The couches have been pushed to the side leaving the entire living room open. “May I have this dance?” He asks, a smile on his lips and his hand held out to you. He’s shucked his jacket since coming in and you do the same, handing it to him before taking him up on the offer of a dance. “You are ridiculous,” you tell him, but the smile on your face tells him how much you love this. He pulls you close to him, once he’s hung up your coat and you’ve allowed him to have your hand. “I didn’t know you knew how to dance.” His hand splays across the small of your back just moments before the two of you start to move. “There is a lot you don’t know about me,” he says. The two of you fall into easy steps around the apartment, the music working to help you keep the pace with him. “I took lessons when I was a kid. They help with control when you’re on the ice.” That you didn’t consider but you can’t help giggle at the image of Nolan, no older than ten, learning to waltz. It was so precious and cute. “So you’ve been hiding this from me?” You ask while you hold onto him. It’s very clear that he has the lead in all of this - as it should be. He’s a good partner, helping you with your steps so that you don’t trip on him. He’s mindful of your feet, though you’re less mindful of his. You’d apologize, but it’s half his fault. Your legs aren’t nearly as long as his and you can’t dance. Not like him anyway. This isn’t the rocking back and forth kind of dance you did in high school. He actually knows how to move you around the room. Before long the music ends and you find your pace slowing until you’ve come to a complete stop. Your back nearly rests against the sliding door of the balcony but you’re far enough away to allow Nolan the ability to slide it open. You weren’t paying attention before but the movement and the door opening catches your attention and you look over your shoulder. The balcony is decorated in little twinkle lights and paper lanterns. “You have way too much time on your hands,” you tell him as you step out. He says nothing but leads you to the chair facing the table. On the table sits a rectangle velvet box. It’s too big to be a ring, though your stomach clenches at the thought. You’ll save that feeling for later examination. It’s that moment that you realize, though, that of all the gifts you opened, his wasn’t part of them. “I had to make it special. You deserved to have your friends and family around, but I also wanted to have something that was just,” he shrugs, “us.” He pulls the seat out for you to sit and then excuses himself for a moment. You’re left on your own with your thoughts while he goes back into the house and you can’t help but wonder how you got so lucky to have someone like him in your life. Your friends questioned you when you agreed to a date with him, but you haven’t questioned your choice. Not seriously, anyway. Maybe a few times when he was away on roadies. You miss him when he’s gone. Your finger plays with the velvet box, but you don’t move to peek inside. You’re both happy and sad that it’s not a ring. You wouldn’t want him to leave it on display on a table anyway. But also, for such a small moment, you considered the possibility of what it would be like to be his forever. He’s turning you into mush. The door opens again and he walks out, in his hand is a dessert, your favorite and a single candle lit on top. He sings to you, though its terrible and off key. It makes you laugh and your heart light. He sets the little desert in front of you and you blow out the candle, making sure to take a moment to make a wish. He leans forward and places a kiss on your lips before he moves the deserve out of the way and picks up the box. “This is for you… obviously,” he chuckles as he hands it over to you. Your fingers wrap around it, taking it from him. You have no clue what it could be but when you pull the box open, you laugh a little. Your fingers trace the soft silver chain from the clasp to the other end where a charm in the shape of a number 19 sits. “In case I forget what number you are on the ice?” You ask, turning it around and showing him. His cheeks tinge pink and a sheepish grin spreads across his lips. “It’s so I’ll always be close to your heart.” It’s the sweetest thing he’s ever said and it melts you just a little before he speaks again, “Or something.” He gets uncomfortable when he feels like he’s open for ridicule. And naturally, he wants to close that down. “I love it,” you tell him. “Help me put it on?”He’s very clearly pleased that you like it, the smile on his face and the way his eyes light up tell you all you need to know. You pull the necklace from its box and he sweeps your hair to the side placing a kiss on your skin before taking the necklace and clasping in. The kiss sends a shiver through you and he chuckles.“I love you,” he says. “Happy birthday.”

[xsandramx]

Stay p.27

Hello guys! Here’s another chapter! Hope you like it! Let me know what you think! Also, CAN WE TALK ABOUT ENDGAME PLEASE? I JUST SAW IT TODAY AND I DON’T KNOW HOW I AM STILL LIVING AFTER THAT!

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Masterlist

Chapter 27

“There you are.” Tony said as he came into the garage. “I was wondering where you were. Jarvis said you didn't want anyone to know where you were.” he finished, handing me a slice of pizza.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I just think that Obadiah doesn't like me much.” I said, trying to get him to understand that it was actually the other way around.

“Are you still mad that I told him of your jumps?” He asked, almost sarcastically.

“Actually, I am Tony. But you don't understand that yet. You will though.” I said, getting up from where I was.

“You can't be serious.” He asked, starting to work on the pieces that will be part of Mark II.

“I am Tony, and I wish for one second you could be too.”I sighed.

“If you're going to be a bore, you might as well be a bore in your room. Or go be a bore with Pepper.” He dismissed me.

“I wish you would open your eyes sooner Tony. It's almost as if you forget who I am.” I said, leaving as soon as I finished, missing the confused look on his face.

That night Tony came into my room in the middle of the night. I mean, do I mind? Yes. I like sleep.

He laid next to me facing up, my back facing him. I felt him get comfortable and then he cleared his throat.

“Come on, I know you're awake.” He said quietly, as if afraid he was wrong.

“Doesn't mean I want to talk to you.” I said, sighing. We stayed quiet for a while, and for one moment I thought that he had fallen asleep.

“I can’t sleep.” he whispered, making me turn to face him.

“Is it about Afghanistan?” I asked quietly. He stayed silent for some time before speaking.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” I tried, softly.

“Not really, it was like the last one I told you about. They're always the same.”

“Do you wanna stay here for the night?” I asked again, moving to lay my head on his shoulder. He turned his face and kissed the top of my head and then rested his head on top of mine. I took that as a yes and closed my eyes.

“I'm sorry for saying that you're a bore… and for practically kicking you out of the garage.” He said, very quietly, as if he thinks I'm asleep. “And I'm sorry for blaming you for my kidnapping. And I'm sorry for not talking to you and ignoring you when I got back.” He continued, turning on his side to hug me. “I was so scared when I was there. Of course I didn't show it, but that doesn't mean wasn't.” He stopped for a few seconds, taking a deep breath. “When I asked you to not leave, I was serious. I don't think, after having you with me for so long, that I could deal with that.” He finished, squeezing me and then relaxing, moving a bit to get more comfortable, never letting go of me.

I was getting out of the shower when Tony burst into my room in a suit.

“C’mon, get ready, we’re going to a party.” he said, while trying to tie his bow tie.

“You’re so fucking lucky that I get dressed in the bathroom.” I grumble, walking towards him and doing his bow tie.

“C’mon, change, the party has already started and I…” he started but then noticed that I already was ready for the party. “You’re already dressed.” he stated.

“Only have to put my heels on and we can go.” I smiled.

“Perfect!”

It didn’t take long for us to be walking up the stairs, towards Obadiah.

“Tony, I have to warn you of something.” I started, but he didn’t let me finish.

“No, you can’t tell me anything, sweetheart, you know that.” he exclaimed, smiling to appear happy in front of the cameras.

“What if it is something bad? Something that I know will hurt you.” I ask softly.

“Will it kill me? Even though I very much doubt you would’ve let me come here if i was going to die.” he asked, muttering under his breath the rest.

“Tony…” I kind of whined.

“Listen Lizzy, I understand now that you can’t tell me anything okay? And unless it is going to directly threaten your life, I don’t want to know.” he said, and with this we continued to walk. I detached myself from him saying that I would wait for him at the top of the stairs, while he talked with Obadiah. I watched as Obadiah quickly dismissed Tony and sent him my way, and right after Tony turned his back to him, facing me, he sent me what you could call a death threatening glare. As if I am scared. Bite me bitch! I, of course, answered with my own glare, he didn’t seem surprised, but smirked before continuing the interview.

“What was that glare about?” Tony asked as he reached me.

“Nothing... let’s just go inside.” I say, smiling at him and taking the arm he offered. As we started walking, I saw Tony look suspiciously one last time at Obadiah.

 Once inside, Tony guided me to the bar where he asked for a scotch. I noticed Coulson looking at me and shook my head to signalize him to not say anything that related me to SHIELD. To not even acknowledge me. At least I tried to make it seem that I was implying that. And apparently, he understood since he nodded and looked at Tony.

“Mr. Stark?” he asked, making Tony look at him.

“Yeah?”

“Agent Coulson.” Coulson introduced himself, still smiling.

“Oh! Yeah, yeah, yeah. The guy from the...” Tony remembered.

“Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division.” Coulson finished.

“God, you need a new name for that.” Tony, mocked a bit and I elbowed him, making him glare at me and wrap his arm around my waist.  

“Yeah, I hear that a lot.”

“Listen, I know this must be a trying time for you, but we need to debrief you. There’s still a lot of unanswered questions and time can be a factor with these things. Let’s just put something on the books. How about the 24th at seven p.m. at Stark Industries?” Coulson asked. And Tony, distracted by Pepper, of course accepted.

“Tell you what… You got it, you’re absolutely right. Well… I’m going to go to my assistant, and we’ll make a date. By the way, have you met Lizzy?” he said, and with that he departed, leaving me with Coulson, chuckling.

“Indeed, I have met her.” Coulson commented, making me chuckle again.

“Now Coulson, don’t get cheeky. It doesn’t suit you.” I said, smiling at him.

“I actually think it does.” He smirked.

“That smile is really creepy you know.” I murmured under my breath.

“It’s my specialty.”

[loserholland]

𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝟎𝟎𝟏 ➺ 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

Pairing ➺ Thomas Shelby x Mafia!Reader Modern AU

Warning ➺ Swearing in french and italian, some gory descriptions 

Word Count ➺ 2,795

Summary ➺ Two Mafia’s, two polar opposites, two leaders with blood on their hands.

A/N ➺ I finished season 4, and want more. Also HEYYOO chapter UNOO!! Also send me your thoughts! Feel free to reblog!

French translation for this chapter-

Connard means asshole 

 Salope means bitch

Merde means shit

Caïd means boss

calmez-vous means calm down

Fottiti stronza means fuck you in italian 

Je l'ai, je vais le finir!  means I have it, I’ll finish it 

Père céleste, s'il te plaît, pardonne-moi. means heavenly father, please forgive me

✿ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✿ - @hollandfieldblurbs , @beerbottlesandchainsaws, @killerqueen-gunpowdergelatine​, @spideyyypeter

☆♜ 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♜☆ ➺ @softcillian , @crazyzoey48484, @thatsamegirl, @softpetcrparker, @camilovestar, @ghosttling , @trash-can-beebo, @notanovak-iller, @shelbyaesthetic

☞  Masterlist  ☜

The room was silent, it was as if they were having a stare off. (Y/N) leaned back into her seat looking between the three men in front of her, “Do you all have to be in here? I’d rather speak with the boss, you don’t see any of my team with me.” (Y/N) said with annoyance she poured herself another glass of whiskey allowing the brown liquor to tickle her tastebuds before swallowing. 

Tommy glared at the woman in front of him before letting out a long sigh “Arthur, Michael go enjoy yourself’s eh?” they sat there for a moment before exiting the room leaving (Y/N) and Thomas alone.

(Y/N) took a long drag of her cigarette before exhaling the smoke in Tommy’s direction watching as his expression never changed if anything he just stared at her blankly.

“Why’d you chose to do business with me, Mr.Shelby? Wasn’t your brother killed by a New York Mafia? My deepest condolences.” (Y/N) tapped her cigarette end into the ash tray as she switched to drink some whiskey. Tommy leaned forward taking the cigarette from (Y/N), he took a long drag keeping eye contact with her.

“The Changretta’s, I took care of them already.” He put out the cigarette that was nearing the end he reached for his whiskey drinking the liquor as it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

(Y/N) scoffed lightly, looking down at the table as she traced the lines of the wood with her manicured nails. She had trouble with the Changretta’s before, one of their men had mistreated one of her workers in her club.

“Those men, they’re fucking pigs. One of them, came into my club-” (Y/N) swirled her finger around the air letting him know that she owned Mon Chéri “He mistreated one of my workers, so I took his tongue first. The tongue gave the orders, then his ears, since he seemed to be deaf not hearing my worker say ‘no’.” Tommy nodded slightly picking up his glass and swirled the brown drink around, “Are you like them? Italian?” (Y/N) gasped dramatically placing her hand on her chest to continue the act before she bursted into laughter.

He really didn’t do enough research on her did he? 

There was a small knock on the door that was brought to (Y/N) attention “Come in.” she spoke up the door creaked open to reveal her brother Ryan “What is it?”  by the look on Ryan’s face it seemed that their business meeting had to be cut short she had other things to worry about. 

(Y/N) looked over at Tommy and back at her brother “Bring the car around.” she whispered to her brother as he excused himself from the room, (Y/N) gave the gangster with icy blue eyes a warm smile “Sorry Mr.Shelby,  I have business to attend to and I think we should continue this meeting when you’ve done your research about my family and I because I sure as hell did my research on you.” She got up from her seat and placed her gun back into her stocking flashing her exposed thigh for Tommy to see, before she left the room she leaned down to place a small kiss on his cheek. (Y/N) pulled away slowly to see she had left a red lipstick stain on his pale skin.

“Enjoy your time in New York Mr.Shelby. You should know where to find me.” Tommy watched as she left the room closing the door behind her leaving him alone with unanswered questions.

“What happened?” (Y/N) questioned once she was in the back of the SUV. She slipped on leather black gloves, reloading her SNR 357 “Adam Alfonsi doesn’t want to pay up.” (Y/N) lit herself another cigarette as she leaned back into her seat letting out a small scoff. 

“Of course he doesn’t, but that’s what happens when you run to the us. Don’t pay your debt you end up with a bullet in your head.” Ryan snickered at her comment as he kept his eyes focused on the road ahead.

They soon pulled into a warehouse, the gravel crunched against the tire causing (Y/N) to groan softly reaching forward to whack her brother in the back of the head. “Connard!” she cursed with her native tongue earning a glare from Ryan “Salope!” he cursed back glaring at his older sister.

“My fuckin’ heels are Louboutin’s, and you bring our guy out to a fuckin’ warehouse with gravel?” Ryan raised his hands up in the air in defensive “Wasn’t me.” she took a long drag from her cigarette once the car was parked she flew the passenger door open stepping onto the gravel ground it crunched against the red sole causing her to cringe lightly. 

She walked up to four cousins pointing her manicured index finger in their faces “Who’s idea was to bring the Merde here? Hm? You know I like to do my business in the fucking basements where the beautiful soles won’t scrap against the even concrete floor.” Though her cousins were all older than her, she was the boss and they were the soldiers, anything she says go’s. If they mess up in anyway they’d have to apologize and promise to not let it happen again.

(Y/N) massaged the temples of her forehead, her cousins stared at her in silence she lifted her arm into the air and shot the gun causing a small echo to ripple against the medal walls. “I said, who’s idea was it?” she watched as her cousins nudged at one another pushing each other till someone spoke up. 

“It was my idea Ms.(Y/L/N).” the voice spoke behind the four tall broad men they stepped aside allowing (Y/N) to walk towards Adam Alfonsi. (Y/N) scoffed lightly looking between the man sitting tied up and her cousins “You Connards listen to this Merde? Who’s the Caïd here? I’m the fuckin’ Caïd!” she paced back and forth with her hands on her hips slowly calming down.

She looked up at her cousins and pointed at them for a moment before turning her attention back to Adam.

“350,000 dollars Mr.Scott, you know what I can do with that money?” Adam scoffed spitting near her heels “What? Buy you more of those pretty heels? Or those dresses you’re wearing huh? To look like a slut?” Ryan and her cousins  stepped forward but (Y/N) turned on her heels lifting her hands in the air to stop them from taking any step forward “Calmez-vous“

“I donate money to charity, make foundations in my family’s name. For you to assume,” She pushed her index finger at his forehead enough to push his head back “that I spend all that money on myself, quite stupid.” Adam mumbled under his breath, (Y/N) stopped for a moment his words incoherent to her ears.

(Y/N) placed her left hand under his jaw forcing him to look up at her “What the fuck did you say?” she placed her hands onto his throat applying pressure to the middle of his throat as a low chuckle erupted from his chest.

“Fottiti stronza.” 

“What the fuck did you just say to my-” Nathan stepped forward only to be held back from (Y/N) “Calmez-vous.” she whispered as he cousin scoffed “He said fuck you bitch, no one calls my cousin a bitch.” 

“You fuckin’ Merde, you’re lucky I didn’t send a bullet through your-” Ryan shouted pulling his gun out of his shoulder holster cocking it back leaving his gun hot and ready to shoot.

“Je l'ai, je vais le finir!” (Y/N) shouted at her brother and cousin watching them take a few steps back to where they were standing. She pressed down on the click of her gun and pointed the muzzle where her finger was earlier. 

“Père céleste, s'il te plaît, pardonne-moi”  

“Before you shoot or kill any client that did you wrong or did not keep their end of the bargain. You ask the heavenly father to forgive you for what your about to do.” 

That was what her father had told her before she killed the first person that didn’t hold their end of the bargain with her father. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment before slowly opened she pressed the trigger, the gun shot echoed through the warehouse as the body of Adam Scott fell backwards. “Boys, dispose of the body, have a good rest of your night. Ryan take me home.”

She turned on her heels and headed for the car placing his gun back into her stocking, her breathing was uneven and fast slowly she removed her gloves and ran her hands through her (Y/H/C) she opened the door to the SUV sliding into the back seat.

“This is simply business, leave your emotions at home. Never bring them to work, it will cloud your judgement.”

 The one thing her father said to leave behind when she did business was her emotions, never let it cloud your judgement or interfere with work. (Y/N) sat in the back leaning her head against the head rest, she let her eyes flutter shut letting in and out shaky breaths. 

(Y/N) walked into her home, the blood on her dress now dry and in need for a bath to scrub off what she had just done. “Ms.Roberts!” she looked around the foyer to see her head maid descending down the staircase “I drew you a bath and left your cigarette pack along with a lighter and your favorite wine Ms.(Y/L/N).” (Y/N) gave her a warm smile placing her hand on Ms.Roberts shoulder “Thank you, you have the rest of the week off. I’ll have my brother drop you home.” 

She slipped into the shower first washing off the dried blood before stepping into the warm bath, she filled herself a glass of wine and unpacked a cigarette from the freshly open box. She ran the tip on her bottom lip before lighting the end, inhaling the toabacco allowing it to burn her throat and lungs exhaling the smoke as she felt it calm her nerves. 

“It’s just business.” (Y/N) mumbled to herself pouring the red wine into her glass.

“What have you got Michael?” after (Y/N) left to attend with her business Tommy was quick to gather Arthur and Michael wanting them to find as much information on her as fast as possible. 

“Her father was Andrew Argent, came to New York at the age of 19 in 1965 first French Mafia to build his business from the ground up. He married Elizabeth (Y/L/N) in 1970 and gave up his last name for his wife’s. Had their first son Carter in 1975, their daughter (Y/N) in 1984 and their last son Ryan in 1986.” 

Tommy paced around his hotel room leaning forward onto a chair that was in the dinning room, “Arthur?” he needed (Y/N) 

“She owns a total of seven clubs in New York, they all have weird french names.” That was all he needed to hear, he wanted to own one of her clubs they were quite famous. 

“Which one of her clubs is popular?” 

“Rendezvous.” 

That was all he needed to hear, “Thank you boys, enjoy the rest of your night.” He was gonna get his hands on one of her clubs, that was all the reasons why he came to New York. All Tommy wanted was to have more clubs in his name, to spread the Shelby name.

 It was a beautiful sunny day in New York, (Y/N) house was silent and empty.

Her heels clicked against the marble tiled floors echoing through the hallway and into the kitchen she poured herself a glass of water, she stared out the huge glass window her mind wandering off to last night’s events. 

The sound of the gun shot echoed throughout her empty home, the dark red blood from her victim splattered onto her dress red laced dress some landing onto her skin. The way his body fell backwards the way his pupils blew out, his lifeless body laid there as his blood pooled around his head and gravel.

The glass in her hand long forgotten as it shattered onto the titled floor bringing her back to reality she took a few steps back from the counter her gaze fell to the glass on the floor “Dammit.” she muttered under her breath.

As she was cleaning up the glass, the door bell rang a small groan left her red lips “Ms.Ro-” the door bell went off again a louder groan erupted from her chest “Right, I gave her the week off.” (Y/N) thought to herself leaving the glass to attend to the door, in all fairness Ms.Roberts needed that much needed week off. 

(Y/N) looked through the peep hole to see a familiar face, the same tall man with pale skin and raven black hair. She unlocked her doors pulling them back to meet eyes with Thomas Shelby “Hello Mr.Shelby, to what do I owe the pleasure.” she turned on her heels to stand in the middle of the foyer as Thomas followed shutting the doors behind him before following (Y/N). 

“I’m here to talk business.” He followed her into the kitchen watching as (Y/N) cleaned up the shattered glass those same words he spoke yesterday at her club. Once she cleaned up her mess she stood upright brushing pass Thomas and headed back to the foyer, “Are you sure? Did you do your research Mr.Shelby?” Thomas rolled his eyes in annoyance, tired of hearing Mr.Shelby. 

“Thomas or Tommy.” he spoke up causing (Y/N) to turn around after hearing his comment, “I know your name Mr.Shelby, but my house my rules. Let’s go to my study shall we?” he watched as she walked up the stairs her hips swayed as she took a each step “Are you coming Mr.Shelby?” her voice brought him out of her trance. 

Tommy cleared his throat before answering “M’yeah.” he followed her lead as she led him into her study grabbing two glasses from her bar cart and whiskey. She sat on her leather chair behind the mahogany desk placing one glass in front of her and the other across of her, (Y/N) opened the draw on her right hand side taking out two cigars and snipped the ends off and brought out a lighter. 

Tommy took a seat in front of her taking the cigar she had placed next to his glass lighting the end. “So tell me Mr.Shelby, what did you find out about me?” he let out a small chuckle reaching for the whiskey pouring some into his glass, “Your family is french, your father took your mother’s last name, you have two brothers and own seven clubs.” oh that accent, that sweet beautiful husky accent. 

“French-american but close enough. What I do know about you Mr.Shelby is, you’re a gypsy. That accent of yours was so, distinct. I’ve heard irish accent’s so when I read into your file that my father has of you, it said you could speaky romany. But I do question your choice of working with a New York based mafia.”

(Y/N) leaned forward her cleavage exposed as she caught his icy blue eyes drift from her chest to face, “You lost two of your loved one’s to New York mafia,” she watched as he clenched his sharp jaw when the words left her mouth, oops pushed a button there, strike one.

 “did it not cross your mind that I could pull a gun to your head at any given moment?” Tommy sat there for a moment staring at the woman across of him, a small scoff left his lips “If you wanted to kill me sweetheart, you would’ve done it the moment I walked through those doors.” (Y/N) nodded slightly agreeing with his statement, her office fell silent she played with her gun that was set in her lap. 

Before she knew it they both pointed their guns at one another, a small smirk on both their lips. (Y/N) smiled widely before bursting into laughter leaning back into her seat, Tommy stared at her with confusion he stood up from his seat watching (Y/N) continue her childish act. Strike two, (Y/N) was really testing his patience .

 "My my my Mr.Shelby! Don’t you have a sixth sense! It was empty no harm no foul!” she said playfully watching Tommy exit her study. And strike three! You’re out! He pulled the door open stood there for a moment, Tommy turned around staring at (Y/N) who was coming down from her little cloud of laughter. 

“When you’re ready to discuss business Ms.(Y/L/N), you’ll know where to find me sweetheart.” Tommy words mocked her’s, he slammed the door shut leaving (Y/N) breathless along with a small stomachache from all that laughter.

[haiky-u-lously]

There’s Magic in UA

Request: Heya :D Here I go again. I would like to request "A familiar that’s personality matches your soulmate’s" for BNHA Todoroki? I am really curious about this one :D Let me know if you need some more info or something ❤

A/n: This was harder to write than I anticipated. I’m also not so sure if its good enough...oh well. Oh! My studies about mythology have told me that in some tales familiars are viewed as basically power-ups. So, they are in essence, lesser than the witch they’ve connected to. So, when walking, witch/wizard leads the familiar. I tried to follow this line of belief for this story. Otherwise, have fun. Questions/comments/concerns/ideas etc. are welcome as always. Let me know what you think.

Summary: Sek’Hod is your familiar. Sekhmet is a god of fire from Egypt and Hod is a god of winter from Norse mythology. Your familiar is a cat. UA is not a school for heroes. It’s a school for wizards and witches alike. Not everyone has their familiar before entering UA, its more common to find your familiar during your last year there, or at the school you attend. However, sometimes things happen, people find their familiars before beginning classes. And…sometimes…students transfer in with them.

Warnings:Language, and mention of having anxiety/going into an attack (not detailed and is very brief).

Enjoy!--Admin Red

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“Where did I..” You drawled out, more to yourself, spinning in search of the practically cursed item. “Sek’Hod, have you seen..?” Looking at your other half, you watched as the di-chromatic kitten blinked at you. Continuing her staring as if you had not addressed her so explicitly. Sighing, you realized you’d have to try some more, show your familiar that you were indeed actually trying on your own.

After a few more minutes spent in vain, upon hearing the chime of the silver bell around her collar, you turned to Sek’Hod.

And saw your wand perched on the table right next to her.

“Thank you, Sek’Hod. Now we can be on our way.” Straightening up, you brushed off any possible dirt particles.

Today you started at your new transfer school. Home of the best wizards and witches in Japan.

You watched as Sek’Hod jumped off her favorite spot in order to follow you, and smiled widely. Finding her had been the best feeling ever. As soon as you had seen the kitten, you knew she was yours and you hers. It took less than an hour for the connection to form and your parents told you that they hadn’t heard of the action forming that quickly except for in the top duos. Lucky for you, their belief in that was so deep they did everything in their power to get you transferred to this school.

Where your idol, All Might had chosen to begin his professing career.

Locking the door behind you, and tying your ropes tights you made short work of the walk to your new class.

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A dark haired, exhausted looking professor had stopped you from entering the class.

He led you away and explained the process that had your expression in a deep frown.

“Since you just transferred in and we don’t know what you know in comparison to our students, you have to do all the tests they’ve taken up to this point. Any you fail, you will be given supplementary lessons for and will do again. If you fail after that, you will be sent back to your prior school.” The older professor seemingly glared at you, “Do you have any questions?”

You shook your head. While not the nicest way to say it, the instructions were very clear. Pass, stay. Fail twice, leave. Simple.

Sek’Hod meowed once at you curtly, and you mentally thanked her for the understood piece of comfort.

She believed in you. Your parents believed in you. And, the school must have as well or they wouldn’t have waited to tell me this until after I moved all my stuff into the dorms.

You entered the room with your cat trailing behind you.

Noticing the posted schedule you saw you’d have three tests a day for two weeks. It made sense to you with all the listed courses.

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During each testing period, Sek’Hod laid by the windows. Sometimes, rarely, she’d lift her head and stare at you.

However, when you did nothing new (except maybe give a small wave or smile her way) she’d lay it back down and continuing staring. You’d also seen her take some bored-like looks out the window.

She must have felt you staring back at her then because the quick-witted cat turned away quickly and moved to the opposite side of the room, to sit directly behind you.

Which made you scoff despite yourself, “Oh, Sek’Hod. So silly.”

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After your first week of testing you were ready to be done.

Every time during meal periods, Sek’Hod just pushed her food around for a long while before eating. You were getting more and more nervous about this new habit and hated that you didn’t know what to do to fix it.

But things didn’t change even during the weekend.

“Come Sek’Hod. Please, just eat your food?” You were practically pleading with her. She hissed at you and made to turn away, as if your words were poisonous to her.

Which is when you had the bright idea to try and grab her by lifting her from the stomach.

“Shit shit shit shit shit!” You cursed out, left hand flinging to hold your right. “Sek’Hod, you bitch!” You yelled, glaring at her.

The empty look told you she felt no remorse for the combined bite and scratch.

Participating in a sudden staring match with your cat, you nearly missed the rapid knocking on your door.

When it finally reached your ears, you shot up to catch the person before they left well-and-good alone. “Hi, sorry about that.”

“Oh, no! I’m sorry for interrupting. We just heard a scream and wanted to check if you were okay?” The bubbly-looking girl in front of you explained, her checks turning a bright pink shade.

“Yes, yes. Thank you, yes. I’m fine. Just Sek’Hod being mean, because I’m trying to help her!” Determinedly screaming the last part back towards where you knew that cat was in wait.

Just hearing a curt meow in response.

“Wait, you have a cat?” The girl asked in disbelief.

You smiled, “Of course. Sek’Hod is my familiar. It’s against the laws to split a chosen and familiar.” Reminding her of the law, you motioned for the girl to enter your room. Getting a sense that she’d be a good person to make friends with.

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Uraraka was pretty close to what you expected. She was bubbly and nice, and she was calling you guys friends before she left. It felt nice after practically a week of being near alone.

“See, Sek’Hod?” The cat just looked at you, as if she was done with your shit. “That’s how you should be. Nice.”

She just walked away.

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The next day you decided to get up early to get a good breakfast. Wanting to start the second week of testing with a good attitude.

Unfortunately for you, some magic-less people decided they were going to try and steal from you on your way to the restaurant.

Luckily thought, Sek’Hod had been angry with the change in schedule and wanted to take out her anger on something.

So, she did.

On the assholes that tried to attack you.

And, boy did they regret that early morning (late night?) choice. Because while all three ran away, two were crying while doing so.

“Hahah, so much for those gangster wanna-be’s. Huh, Sek’Hod?” You enthusiastically asked.

A small up turn of her mouth told you that the cat agreed with your sentiment.

Without another trouble the day went well.

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It was finally over.

All your make-up testing. And beyond the goddess, you passed everything. Some with flying colors. Your potions test having improved sleepy Mr. Frown-head (who’d you long since learned was actually the one and only Eraserhead) to the point that the man didn’t say anything in response to your score. Which opposed all his negative comments on the others.

You’d also discovered the man liked pushing students to the edge. Only telling them what they could improve on so that they wouldn’t get complicit or do something stupid. So when he didn’t tell you something immediately it felt good to stump the man. Especially knowing all about his reputation in the world of magics.

“Well (Y/N), guess since you didn’t fail you get to stay.” He said briefly before walking away.

You were smiling on your walk back to your room, imagining what you could say to Uraraka about everything since you hadn’t seen her since the night you’d met. When a blonde kicked a door open right in front of you.

Yelping obviously wouldn’t help the situation, but that didn’t stop the action from occurring.

Glaring at you, the boy’s look had you apologizing immediately. He squinted briefly before making to storm off.

Taking a second to breath, you realized what door he’d just walked out of. “Wait!” But your calls went unanswered. Jogging, you tried again.

And, again.

Right when you were about to take a deep breath to try again, you saw him come to a complete stop.

Following the slouching figure, you saw your cat blankly looking back into the red-eyes of the blonde.

“What do you want, stupid cat?”

But Sek’Hod just kept staring, empty eyes into angry ones.

“Well!” The kid screamed.

Before he could do much else, you spoke again. “Sorry, about Sek’Hod. As a familiar, she follows my will. And, I wanted you to stop.”

“Why should I stop for some idiot I don’t know?” He asked angrily.

You sighed, and beant down to pet behind your friend’s ears, her favorite spot. “You’re right. But when someone keeps calling wait, and running after you, you’d think that’d at least be enough to scream at them to leave you alone. Or give them a chance to explain what they want. Just ignoring the matter won’t make it go away. And, obviously, I got what I wanted in the long run, so you could have—”

“You talk to much dip-shit.” He commented and moved to walk away again. Sek’Hod stood in his path once again and you heard muttering of a spell.

Sending your own cast over your kitten, you screamed at him. “Why would you try to make my familiar blow up you jerk?! All I was going to ask was if you were in 2-A!? Now, I hope to the goddess you aren’t because screw this if I’m with an asshole like you. Let’s go Sek’Hod.” You took off at an alarmingly quick and harsh manner.

“Yo!” He called. After your speech about listening to people calling after you, you felt you couldn’t be hypocritical. Taking a deep sigh, you turned and raised an eyebrow at him. “Who the hell are you?”

You smiled mischievously, and felt Sek’Hod rolling her eyes at your behavior. The cat began her walk back towards your room knowing you’d catch up after your drama inducing phase paced. “I’m the person whose gunna beat your ass if you touch my cat. That’s who.”

It sounded like a growl came from the boy, but you no longer cared. Racing after you familiar you kept calling, “Sek’Hod! Come’on! I wasn’t that bad this time! Look I even walked away before a battle broke!” But no matter what you said, your cat just kept walking in front of you. Showing anyone who passed that you were currently the lesser being between you.

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Once you made it back to the room, you were happily surprised to find A bubbly-brunette standing patiently at your door.

“Hey Uraraka. How are you?”

She jumped with a small yelp. “Oh! (Y/N)! You scared me, I thought you were inside.”

“I can see that, hahah” Motioning for her to move over, you unlocked the room to let Sek’Hod find her way in. “But, how are you?”

Smiling, Uraraka clapped before answering. “Good! This week was interesting, but they finally told the class you’d be coming next week. I can’t wait to be in the same class.”

You grinned at her and went through the motions of your turn down routine. “Oh?”

The simple question was all she needed. Going into detail about her week and the practice duels they’ve had in preparation for the wizard-tournament that was occurring before the end of the term, and everything else going on in the class.

Sek’Hod lazily swung her hand back and forth, hanging off the ledge from her laying position perched on the counter top.

“I see I see.” You commented absentmindedly, looking in the fridge for Sek’Hod’s food. You felt bad that you weren’t paying full attention to your new friend, but knew you had to keep Sek’Hod on schedule.

“Hey (Y/N)?” She suddenly asked, drawing your attention back to facing her. “Your cat reminds me of someone I know from class, how would you explain her personality?”

You smiled, “Oh Uraraka. We don’t have time for that. Aren’t you tired from your coursework?”

She giggle and waved away your excuses. “Sechead can’t be that bad.”

“Sek’Hod.” You correct quickly, before the kitten did anything.

“Sorry, she smiled at your little princess, “Sek’Hod. I’m sure she’s not nearly as bad as you just made her sound. She’s so pretty, and both times I’ve seen her she seems to just chill out.”

Laughing out at the top of your lungs caused said kitten to glare at you. “Sorry, sorry. But really? Sek’Hod. You just brutally attacked three burly individuals this week because you were woken up earlier than normal. And, you want to lay there and act as if you are perfect??”

The hum of a meow back sent you laughing again.

“Sorry Uraraka. This must seem rude, you’ll learn quickly how familiars talk to you when you find yours.” An encouraging smile from her made you feel like there were no problems. “Sek’Hod is…different than how people expect her to be. She doesn’t like most people. Well, she makes them think that. She actually really couldn’t care less. She likes to be alone, but she’s getting better about that, seeing as she’s around me all the time. She calculates things the same way no matter what. Like…I needed to remember a potions mix when studying for a test a bit back and she calmly helped me think through it when I put myself towards an anxiety attack from being so stressed about missing a word. And then I needed a spell in the middle of an actual fight that occurred and she was able to help calm me and recall it, without a problem. She knows exactly what I need and doesn’t baby me to get it. Constantly pushing me to do things on my own before just relying on her.” You leaned over the counter and scratched behind her ears with a small smile. “She seems cold, but I like to think of it as being collected. My parents said they thought she was going to be too much after we realized how brutal she could be in her actions, but I think it just adds more to our connection since she brings something new to me. She hates this one guy we’ve seen on the news a lot back home, and I’m not sure why I understand that she has very deeply rooted reasons behind the constant hisses and attempts to destroy the television.”

Looking into Uraraka’s eyes, you realized you’d been rambling.

“Sorry. I just…sorry.”

“Oh, no. Don’t apologize. You’ve just confirmed something for me.” She smiled.

“Ohhkay..?” You both said and asked at the same time.

The rest of the night was much like the first. Both you and her just discussing random things and getting to know each other more. By the time she was ready to return to her own room, Sek’Hod had been willing to let her pet her a total of two times.

A huge accomplishment in your book.

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The actual first day of class had you nervous. Wondering if everyone would be as friendly as Uraraka or as shitty as that rude ass boy from before.

A strong meow from Sek’Hod had you shaking away your fears, and making your way into the room despite lingering nerves.

Upon entry, sounds stopped.

Uraraka forgot to mention how the professor described you. But the first question thrown your way made you understand.

“So you really do already have your familiar?”

You just nodded, not knowing exactly where the question had come from. Just to have many voices asking you a bunch of questions over one another, and you weren’t able to make out any of them.

It was just your luck that another person came in just then, sternly reprimanding into the class, “Midoriya, when you want something done quickly, for something like that, you text me more information.”

While the new person’s voice was firm you could tell there was no malice behind it, however everyone’s voices in the room grew quiet and you were suddenly more thankful for the sudden appearance than you thought you were just from their interrupting voice.

“Why are we all just standing at the front of the room?” He asked.

Turning around, you saw the same blank look you cat gave you multiple times a day. It made you giggle, and you almost lost it completely when the gaze turned directly on you and you noticed the male’s eyes were di-chromatic, like your cat’s as well.

“And you are?”

Sticking your hand out, you introduced yourself. “(L/N) (Y/N). Nice to meet you.”

“Oh, you are the new transfer with the familiar. No matter. You won’t surpass me.” His confidence was clear, and you just kept smiling. Getting a sense that this guy was just used to being told he was better than everyone, not that the same feeling you had felt from the blonde who was suddenly angrily approaching your small group.

“Oi, don’t go bringing others into this.” He growled. “I’ve told you’d fall to me. Got that IcyHot?”

Ignoring the blonde, the split haired male gave you his undivided attention. “May I meet your familiar?”

“Sure!” You readily agreed. Turning to your side, you indicated the kitten. “This is Sek’Hod. Her eyes kind of match yours, see?”

“Yes.” He answered simply.

You noticed that your cat held no qualms about this random boy, but could not fully understand why.

However, right when you were about to comment, sleepy Mr. Frown-head came in walked in to begin class.

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When the course work finished for the day, you bent to get Sek’Hod from under your desk.

Discovering she wasn’t there, you looked around the class and found her under Todoroki’s desk in the back corner of the room.

She was lazily watching you, and you motioned for her to come.

Looking at Todoroki’s legs next to her, she then sent you an empty look and sat up.

…

…

…

Just to stay in a seated position under his desk, looking at you with a bored expression.

You huffed out a sigh and made you way over. “Sorry, Todoroki. But, Sek’Hod has apparently decided that it was better to sit under your desk and is refusing to come out now.”

The boy blinked at you, before maneuvering to look around his desk at the floor.

Sek’Hod blinked back up at him. Repeated the action he’d just given you and you gasped.

Head jerking around, and catching eyes with a bubbly brunette, yours widened in question.

Uraraka grinned widely and nodded in quick succession.

“Um, Todoroki?” You asked, getting his attention back on you and away from your cat.

Sek’Hod jumped up onto the desk, waiting to see what was going on, but holding the uninterested gaze she always presented.

“Um, you know that story about familiars and soulmates and all that right?”

Cocking his head slightly to the side, it looked like the addressed was thinking. “Yes.” He replied curtly.

You head dropped to hide an unexpected smile. He was so much like you cat and you’d known him less than a day. Finding his gaze again, you took a deep breath, “Does Sek’Hod kind of remind you of anyone?”

Todoroki blinked at you, looked at your cat, glanced at you again before holding a staring contest with your kitten. The dual di-chromatic eyes staring at each other was cute, but you wished he’d connect the dots, or at the very least let you connect them for him.

“I don’t know her well enough to make that assessment.” He finally answered.

You dropped your head into your hands in surrender. Now, what…

“Oh gosh darn it Todoroki! It’s you!” Three voices yelled from the front of the room.

You turned, saw a short green haired male, a tall blue haired male, and Uraraka moving their hands away from their mouths with teeth-y smiles covering their faces.

Facing him once again, you realized Todoroki was frozen in shock. “It’s okay Todoroki. We just met today. If you want to wait to explore this side of things I am perfectly okay with that. I mean I just met you, and you don’t even have your familiar yet. And, who is fate to say we have to change our dynamics right away just because we know we will eventually? And its just not that bad being friends with someone while you still grow as a person. SO, I really don’t see the problem with this at all. And—”

“(Y/N)!!” You heard Uraraka laugh-scream at you.

Nodding you understood what she was saying. “Uraraka’s right. I’m rambling. Sorry.”

Apologizing almost made you miss the slight curl of the tail end of his lips. A smile matching your cat’s as Sek’Hod laid back down to watch the rest of your interactions.

“It’s taken me a few moments to think of what this meant.” He said, voice full of strength in contradiction to your own. “But, my classmates over there, especially Midoriya seem to want to compel us to drag this out now and blow it right up.”

You laughed, realizing he was trying to lessen your nerves, but let him continue.

“The whole plan with the time we’ve got…what I don’t have yet…I’m still your soulmate then.” It seemed like he was reasoning with the situation, and you weren’t sure how to respond, so you didn’t. “Excuse me.”

The simple conclusion confused you. And, you watched in a state of loss as Todoroki was suddenly pushing all three of your remaining classmates out of the room and shutting the door behind them.

“Very well.” He said once the door was closed behind their figures.

After nothing more was said, you questioned his meaning. “What?”

“We are soulmates. You familiar’s personality apparently matches mine, and I am sure whenever I find mine it’ll match yours. Actually, getting to know you more would probably help me find my own quicker.” He explained. Returning to your side, his desk, to get his personal items.

“Just like that?”

“Yes.” He replied curtly, standing in an upright position, and looking at you with the same expression that was currently resting on Sek’Hod’s face.

You nodded, smiling.

Giddily making you way back towards the dorms with your soulmate on your side and your familiar following behind you.