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elliesbff · 15 days

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“i need you.”

- abby anderson

hi hi! sorry it took me so long to get to this second part, i’ve been going through a lot mentally and have just been trying to get my head around things. i genuinely hope this teeters to your satisfaction ♡ thank you for all the likes on pt 1 c:

cw: nsfw, scissoring, (r and abby! recieving) oral sex, (r! receiving) fingering, (r! receiving) slight dacryphilia, a bit of hair pulling, softdom!abby, sub!reader. enjoy! ˖ ࣪⊹

read pt 1 of i need you here!

.*･｡ﾟ 𝜗𝜚 .*･｡ﾟ

moments prior,

abby’s braid slid graciously past her shoulder as she pulled away from your short lived embraced, already missing the warmth of her sun kissed skin. it seemed like she was in a hurry, scurrying out of the gym in the blink of an eye. as you took a moment to gather yourself, you realised that she’d left her bottle behind, and her bench remained uncleaned. you stood there dumbfounded, what could she have planned that was more important than gymnasium hygiene? after all, it was her that taught all you know.

when you were nothing but a baby WLF, abby took notice of you as a new recruit and instantly saw potential in you, taking you under her wing and training you like hell to fulfil your true abilities. although you were nowhere near as burly or as experienced in combat as her, you were quite good with weaponry and crafting, as well as adapting to your surroundings, making do with what you had on you during critical times.

she calls you ‘the scavenger’ when you were not present. it was her unique way of honouring how far you’d come since joining the WLF, how she paved the way for the indestructible soldier she firmly believes you’ll grow up to be one day. it’s also just her adorable little nickname for you that she beckons nobody uses in her place.

she has the upmost faith in you. growing closer with each patrol, each gym session, and sometimes just casually hanging about the FOB or at each others rooms. your friendship was something others envied; it was pure, full of trust and built upon mutual respect. but those closest to you knew it meant more than what first meets the eye.

abby was out of sight in the blink of an eye, you look around in a suspicious daze, trying to follow her whereabouts. she was quick, but not quicker than you.

you had a long-overdue session to finish, but abby looked relatively… uneasy. something was wrong, and you could feel it. the line between instincts and curiosity began to blur as your feet developed a mind of their own, your duffel bag and towel long gone as you’d already turned the corner outside the gymnasium.

maybe you were overreacting, maybe it was overkill to automatically assume the worst was happening to her. but if something was really up with abby, you wouldn’t live it down if you didn’t initiate help.

the look on abby’s face as you stared at her through the firmly rimmed glass, her beautifully arched eyebrows furrowing only ever illuminating her intense eyes — a million thoughts a minute ran through your mind, instinctively charging for two heavy silver doors and up a random stairwell. you could smell the scent of pine and sweat — that was definitely abby.

all reasoning for your unexplainable shenanigans flew out the window as you approached abby’s room, a series of shuffles followed by a supposed muffled voice echoed from the opposite side.

your hand hesitantly reached up to knock, only to realise the door was never locked to begin with. abby could never be that careless, — maybe manny, but regardless — she would sometimes recall times where she’d have to remind him to lock up before leaving during your sessions at the gym. she’d never make a mistake she so harshly scolded people for.

your face inches closer to the door, the cool solid wood sending a kiss of shivers across your exposed shoulders as it welcomingly swayed open.

with each step, the unintelligible noises grew much clearer, and it was becoming more palpable as to what that was entailing.

you’re heart only dropped to your gut at the sound of your name, uttered by a helpless, whining mess.

“please… please.”

the door conditionally, and gently swayed closed on its own behind you, a little clck locking the door in full as you took a couple steps closer. was this a figment of your twisted imagination? the soft whimpers and subsequent cries of your name begged to differ. it was no secret now. abby had a thing for you. you were almost too afraid to move as each whine only grew more vehement.

with a couple more stalled footsteps, you froze at the sight of abby, completely ruining herself at the fate of her own hand.

your eyes widened instantly, the warm air prickling your eyes as would salt water. seeing her all ruined over the thought of you was enough to lift your hands over your mouth in keen disbelief.

you attempted to gather yourself, debating whether or not confronting her on this was the best idea — but no normal person would just walk away and forget this ever happened — forgetting the image of abby anderson, issac’s top scar killer, ramming her slick-covered fingers inside her wet cunt all while repeating your name under a dumbed spell? it’s not something that can just leave your mind at the drop of a hat. it certainly wouldn’t later, neither.

while lost in your thoughts, your tense arms dropped to your sides as your feet followed closer, the sound of your boots shuffling against the smooth concrete floor not catching her attention,

“abby?”

you watched as her oceanic eyes shot open, the abby you once believed would simply chuckle and brush off the idea of this, now scurried to find something, anything to cover her herculean figure, freckled arms still just poking out the sides.

it took more than an ounce of self control to not let yourself run wild at the fact that the abby anderson had a rather strong fancy for you, not to mention she was fucking herself to the thought of you.

as your initial astonishment subsided, your body beamed with want. seeing abby flushed and heated clouded your acclaimed critical thinking.

“…can i have a turn?” slipped from your lips after tending to abby’s own neglected desires.

and here you were, moments passing almost at the speed of light. you laid flat on your back, tits perked up from the arch of your back with abby towered over you. her estranged braid slid off her shoulder with her eyes staring you down. your neck generously splayed with bruises and bite-marks, only reminding you that she’s been wanting this for god knows how long. unbeknownst to her, you did too, you just never believed you’d live to ever experience it.

her hand lightly grazed over your tit, meticulously attending to your swollen nipple. her thumb teased at it, rubbing the area in circles to provoke a much anticipated and equally expected reaction. with her hand on your chest and her lips returning to attack your already purpled skin, you stifled a whine, bottom lip bit between your teeth. she kissed along your throat, from the point of your jaw to the crook of your neck.

she continued toying with your body as her tongue traversed to your waist, laying another round of sloppy kisses to your hip bones and abdomen.

it was like your skin grew ten times more tender whilst under her touch, each breath of hers against your skin feeling like a gentle tickle, accompanied by her large and surprisingly delicate hands palming your tits, it was growing to be too much, too much being your style, anyways.

her hand left your chest to firmly grip onto your hips, pulling you closer to her lap. she took her already soaked fingers, prodding at your pussy like you’d done previously. your breaths grew shakier with each flick of your clit.

her eyes returned to that intense, fiercely glare from back at the gym, so that’s why she was so concentrated, or rather in her own dreamland.

her tongue laid a generous coat of saliva along her lips, staring at your pussy like the starved woman she was. for how long she’d ached for this, you had no clue. this was bound to be a moment to remember.

your cunts were practically hugging each other, the feeling of being so close to her pussy only added fuel to the fire that gleamed in your core. the longer abby stared, just taking in your breathtaking body, the stronger the feeling of being exposed grew.

her head dives below your eye view, feeling her nose bump at your clit. she savours it, her tongue peeling out at an antagonisingly slow pace as she glares at you through her arched brows. she could taste it all, her juices mixed with yours..

your hand gently took rest within her blonde locks, hooking into the back of her braid.

“abby,”

you huffed, sounding more like a plead than anything. with each soft, trembling breath, she’d drag her tongue along your cunt in sync.

her face would dig further into you, arms slithering to wrap themselves around your thighs. even if you begged for her to slow down, your needy hole that clenched around nothing, desperate to be touched, told her otherwise.

abby would stare at you longingly, finally able to die happy between your tensing thighs as she rapidly swabbed your clit with your tongue, dragging it along in circles and the likes.

your body jerked at the sudden change in pace, back arching instinctively off the bed. the whole lower half of your body fired up, tingly and numb. her muffled grunts sent you haywire, violently gripping onto her hair. she was like a leech that wouldn’t let go, sucking and lapping around that sweet spot like her life depended on it.

“stop squirming.” abby would demand as she shoved your hips back onto the mattress, not once detaching herself from you.

you could barely comprehend anything she’d say as she was practically suffocating herself between your thighs, and you’d both be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

abby teased your cunt with her fingers, carefully slipping her thick digits inside of you. your legs squeezed around her head at the sensation of feeling so full. her fingers, let alone hands, were thicker than yours. and they felt much more fulfilling.

your moans would blend harmoniously, both equally experiencing pleasure from the other as you climbed the ladder of your climax.

abby’s suppressed grunts would only ring through your ears. where was the abby that was so shamelessly call out your name moments ago?

your grip on her hair tightened, practically dragging her face along your cunt to accumulate as much friction as your body desired. her fingers would work wonders, unforgivingly pumping in and out of you as her tongue would rub against your clit. each time she would flick against it you’d jolt, back arched with a shy hand over your mouth.

in a matter of seconds, abby had pulled away — both her tongue and fingers. just as you were about to reach the peak, you’d tumble down with your high dropping in seconds.

“wh.. why’d you stop?” you breathed out, tears that rimmed your eyes beginning to dissipate.

as if abby could read your thoughts, she placed a leg over yours, dragging your helpless body closer to her. your cunts were mere centimetres apart, the slick that built up from your pleasure mixing with hers.

“wanted to rile you up..” she muttered, her beautifully eager smile spreading from ear to ear as she strategically began kneading her pussy against yours. abby let out a stifled whimper, her perfectly toned arms pulling your leg almost over her shoulder.

you whined as she slowly dragged her pussy back and forth. the only thing ruminating through your mind in the moment was how you wished you’d done this sooner. way sooner. if given the opportunity any earlier, you’d have jumped at it like an animal in heat.

tears generously coated your plump cheeks as abby picked up the pace, she muttered curses under her breath with each drag of her swollen cunt. it was evident she was close, her arms would needily latch onto yours in an attempt to pull you closer than you already were.

the sounds of timid whines and skin slapping echoed through the room. you hoped that nobody would mention a peculiar series of moans to you or abby the next day. but all you could focus on was her slick engulfed thighs, her chest and the hickeys that’d covered her tits. her neck that was equally as bruised, and her face that contorted into a smile once she noticed you were staring.

“this feel good?” she asks, a sudden grunt spilling from her lips a second after.

all you could do was nod. you were afraid once you spoke, you wouldn’t be able to stop. abby, abby, abby, abby, was all you could think of. how strong she was and how easily she could throw you around if she wanted to, how easily you could tug on her braid while she fucked you dumb. it drove you insane how she wanted you and nobody else. she fucked herself to the thought of you and nobody else.

she disapprovingly shook her head, slapping your thigh playfully.

“mm mm, i don’t take nods, use that pretty mouth,” abby grinned, her cunt grinding viciously fast against your own. you whined dumbly, the pleasure overpowering your body. you felt numbing tingles along each cell of your body.

you whined shamelessly loud, “it feels.. so good.” abby’s face enlightened, her hips picking up pace from your undying cooperation. anything for her to keep going.

she squeezed a handful of your thigh and massaged it, letting out her pent up urges that she was only able to let out now.

you dumbly mumbled a bunch of nonsense yes’, keep going’s and abby’s, initially climbing the tower of climax yet again. and abby was, too. as much as she tried to hide it, nothing could excuse how her hips would dig into your abdomen from how quick she practically humped your cunt.

abby held your thighs close to her, gaining the upper hand in creating more friction. her clit would bump against yours almost ever second. both your whines enveloped the air around you as the coil inside you snapped, your pleasure releasing out into a white pool underneath you.

but abby was far from finished.

she pulled your hips closer, with pussies rubbing against each other and whines echoing through the walls. you wouldn’t doubt for a second that someone could hear you.

with more than a couple grunts and calls for your name, abby came down from her own high, her hips faulting and slowly grudging to a stop.

you both panted relentlessly. you swore if she kept going you would’ve came a second time at the snap of a finger.

trying to regain your breaths, abby lets out a chuckle.

she doesn’t say anything, but she shakily pulls herself off of you, propping herself up by her elbow next to you.

a sudden wave of embarrassment washed over you as the reality of both your actions settled in. there was no hiding your attraction to one another now, none of this would’ve happened otherwise.

the never ending pining, hanging out one on one every chance you got and saying it was ‘just to train you’. you don’t know why you were surprised at the fact that abby would think about these things behind closed, or more so unlocked doors.

“..so?” abby’s voice was soft and meek, her hand fidgeting alongside her waist as her head rested on her other hand.

you hesitantly locked eyes with her, your previous shyness fading away as she planted a kiss to your forehead. something as cheesy and cute as a forehead kiss was enough to make you blush, subsiding all the things you both just did.

“..that was better than i expected.” you finally replied. abby’s eyebrow quirked, head tilting to the side.

“oh, so you thought it’d be bad?” she kids in a sly tone, that familiar smile returning once more.

you playfully punched her arm in response, the both of you knowing in reality, it felt like heaven on earth.

“does it look like it was bad?” you poke back, pointing to all the hickeys and bite marks along both your bodies.

only now did you realise how much of a mess you made. there was cum all over the bedsheets, saliva all over your cunts and what not — this place was really overdue for a cleanup.

you chuckle as you examine the aftermath.

“we should clean up..”

“we?” abby questions.

“i don’t mind, i made it too, no?”

abby couldn’t argue with that. she sighs, pulling you up and off the bed so you could both clean up. not without peppering your body with kisses first.

fin.

i hope you guys enjoyed this, it was definitely a lot longer than i planned, and sorry again for taking so long!! but i enjoyed writing this a lot, hopefully you guys enjoy reading it too. ♡♡

dt: louise again realest oomf!!

word count: 2,793

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be0mcore · 2 years

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Hey:) I rlly love ur writing and was wondering if it'd

be ok to req a txt reaction to them not seeing u the

morning after and assuming the worst but like ur just

in another room 💀 (also if ur not comfy with that that’s completely understandable! 💙)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ txt waking up without you the morning after

hii!! dw i'm perfectly comfortable doing this request!! ty!! <3

genre: fluff, crack, slight angst

tw: slightly suggestive, swearing

❥˗ˏˋyeonjun ´ˎ˗

◦ he wakes up all groggy and sleepy from the night before. his muscles are aching, his clothes are on the floor, and he is absolutely ready to pepper your face in kisses. so he turns around ready to snuggle up when,,,,,, you are not there. as in: gone. left. vanished.

he just lays there with a small pout, trying to process what's happened. and then it hits him. you're like,,, actually not there. concern levels: rising. detective yeonjun mode: activated. he will not accept you not lying next to him, so he decides to search after you.

he calls out your name, but no reply. he looks under every nook and cranny and you're just not there. it isn't until he stumbles into the kitchen that he finds you there, in his shirt which really turns him on, making breakfast. "yah!! y/n!! what were you thinking!!" he half scolds with a pout, pulling you close. "sorry junnie, just making breakfast" you reply, which is definitely not a good enough excuse for him. so, as punishment, he gives you a deep kiss and then pulls you back to bedroom to commence round 2.

❥˗ˏˋsoobin ´ˎ˗

◦i honestly don’t even know how you escaped from his grasp in the first place. after you did the dirty, he hung onto you like a koala. your head buried in his chest, his hands running through your hair, soft kisses every five or so seconds. but by some miracle you managed to get out of bed to go brush your teeth.

the man the myth the legend himself wakes up, but doesn’t open his eyes at all. but he notices that your body warmth is not there anymore, which means that he needs to pull you back to him. he starts moving his arm around lazily trying to find you, but you’re nowhere. when he realises that the bed is cold his eyes immediately shoot open. and sure enough,,,, u ain’t there :((

immediately starts overthinking. did you enjoy yourself? did he do something wrong? did he upset you? he replays every minute of the previous night in his mind to figure out if he did something wrong, but he can’t figure out what. by the time you come back to bed, you’ve got a sulking, sleepy soobin waiting for you. as soon as he sees you, however, his eyes light up and he instantly widens his arms for an embrace, in which you happily comply.

❥˗ˏˋbeomgyu ´ˎ˗

◦the absolute worst decision you could’ve ever made. what were you thinking. u absolute monster. first he gets super confused, rolling his arm around on the mattress aimlessly trying to grab you. but then he realises your side of the bed is cold and you’re gone. so he cracks his eyes open, and for some reason just assumes that you’ve left him. forever.

i think gyu is bit of an over-thinker omg twins so he doesn’t really rationalise in that moment, but rather lets his anxiety take over. he genuinely thinks that he did something wrong or hurt you, and you’ve left him for good. immediately starts planning the 8 page apology letter in his head.

he’s so caught up in his thoughts that he doesn’t hear you coming into the room until you’re standing right in front of him. he looks just looks up at you like “i thought you left me 🥺” and your heart literally breaks. so you immediately wrap him up in your arms, call him an idiot, and then proceed to kiss away his worries. after that he makes you pinky swear that you’ll never leave before he wakes up ever again.

❥˗ˏˋtaehyun ´ˎ˗

◦honestly have you seen this mf? probably will not give a single fuck. he’s rational and knows that you’re probably just around the house somewhere 😭. you can’t fool this man, he can literally hear you taking a shower in the other room, so he gently goes back to sleep.

but then it hits him… you’re showering…. in the other room…. without him????? y/n what the fuck???? he will not accept this. so you bet your ass tae grumbles out of bed and marches straight to the shower. the bathroom was door was wide open so this idiot walks right in, zero fucks given.

he calls out behind the shower curtain and just goes “love, i think you forgot something 😗”. you pull back the curtain to see what it is, expecting him to be giving you a towel or something, but instead you’re met with the one and only mr kang fully undressed with his hands on his hips. “showering without me, huh? now who told you that was a good idea?”. he hopped in and needless to say, showed you exactly what you were missing out on.

❥˗ˏˋkai ´ˎ˗

◦omg this boy does not even notice you’re gone in the first place. wakes up like three times, and then falls back asleep within two seconds. after prince charming has gotten all his beauty sleep, he wakes up and decides he’s gonna wake you up too but like,,, super romantically. should he wake you up with a soft “hey baby”? should he kiss you? or should he call you darling instead? should he tell you he loves you?

once he’s decided on his plan, he musters up the courage to roll over, and his heart is lowkey racing at the thought of waking you up. so he rolls over and,,,,, you’re not there. his brain glitches and he just stares at your empty space, trying to process. he isn’t even panicked, he’s just straight up confused. so he decides to go out looking for you so that he can carry out his super romantic plan.

he finds you in the kitchen stirring your coffee, so he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, muttering a soft “morning beautiful” in your ear. he sees you blush, so he instantly considers himself successful. that is, until you turn around and go “good morning angel” before giving him a peck on the lips and walking off to the bedroom, leaving him in a flustered mess at the kitchen counter. y/n: 1, kai: 0. but don’t worry, he’s got a bunch more up his sleeve ;)

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vellichorom · 27 days

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[ lays back on a therapist's couch while smoking a cigarette; ] & see thierry SUCKS. as a person. thierry sucks in a lot of ways,

he's not the worst person ever & a very wide degree from being THE worst, you know? he honestly tries to be a decent person where it counts; backpedaling when he does something stupid, trying to have an open mind about things he doesn't understand or doesn't like, tries to help the people he cares about when possible, minds his manners for the most part, isn't violent with others unless needing to defend himself or rosemary OR having a bit of fatal fun with her ( with consent of course ), & he genuinely gets a little bit better as a person the longer he spends with rosemary.

but then you've got his more apathetic nature twisting interactions with others into a fuckfest, an excuse to antagonize & bully people ( albeit in a " i never moved on from 6th grade " ) type of way mostly, practicing cruelty just a step behind kicking babies, occasionally standing behind the stupid things he does & giving shitty, stubborn defenses if he doesn't try standing behind his wife to hide, The Entirety of The Stanley Parable & His Behaviors There, such & such- FULL WELL KNOWING this is the shit he's going to hate himself for later! knowing full well people don't like when he acts like a jackass!

& he's not go rhyme or reason for acting like that! the fuckhead neuron kicked in !!!!!! & he only got a bit better with age because rosemary's presence humbled him, BUT ONLY A LITTLE BIT! & HE NEEDED SOMEONE ELSE TO GUIDE HIM TO DO THAT! THIS 60 SOMETHING YEAR OLD MAN

& granted. he's completely isolated & echoing his own thoughts in a chamber of his own design otherwise. & when you are listening to yourself on loop for god knows how long with nobody else's input beyond what you assume to be societal norm, nothing's going to get done, right? so it's not ALL on him necessarily.

necessarily.

development's naturally stunted for the shut-in who's BEEN shut-in for honest to god probably all of his life.

BUT NEVERTHELESS

#twinkie talks #TSP blogging #Thierry tag #I AM TALKING ABOUT THE NARRATOR OF THE STANLEY PARABLE I DON'T THINK CROWSX3 EVER WANTED THIS #mental illness. everyone

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thesongmachine · 22 days

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tysm for the support pls feel free to request one they open back up!!!

Byakuya Togami x Motherly! Reader

It was currently morning. You had gotten up and went to the cafeteria area, where you and everyone else participating in this fucked up game would meet. To insure no one was injured.

You found it reasonable. You didn't blame anyone, it was scary to go to bed wondering if you'd wake up the next morning. It was just hard getting up so early. You just couldn't help but feel worried every time you would enter, wondering if anyone wouldn't show up. But you know you shouldn't think like that, so you try your best to shake the negative thoughts from your mind.

As you enter, you realize that you were slightly early.It was a habit of yours but it still felt a little awkward with only a few people in the room. You give a small wave and a smile as you enter the cafeteria and walk back to the kitchen. You were given the role to cook for everyone which was a job but you managed nonetheless.After an hour, you finished. It was nothing big but it was something. (You can choose what it is lmao) You set it out on plates and leave it. Knowing it was only a bit before everyone else entered. You call out to the others and let them come and get their plates before everyone else.

These were the more quiet and reserved people who weren't much of a bother. Of course not including Aoi, she just went wherever Sakura went. It was a very sweet sight though.After everyone gets their plates you grab one for yourself.

You find somewhere to sit, and sit beside Celestia. You liked her, you both got along well so you didn't mind.You make small talk with her, talking about your night, how you slept, and such. After a while your conversation died down due to more and more people entering the cafeteria, which caused the room to become much louder when just a handful of people were there.

As everyone enters you give them small waves and “Good mornings” here and there. Not wanting to be rude. You had genuinely taken a liking to everyone there. You cared about everyone, even if you hadn't known them long. It sort of felt like your job, that you had to look out for them. You didn't mind, it was in your nature.

As everyone starts coming in one by one, you notice that someone is missing. You look around before noticing that Bykuya wasn't there. Your heart sinks as your initial thought was something bad happened to him. You shake the thought from your head, as you didn't want to assume the worst. You were beginning to feel worried so you decided to go and search for him. You lean over to Celestia and speak. “Hey i'm going to go find Byakua, if they ask tell them I left something in my room.” You say to her, she looks at you and nods with a slight smile on her face. You smile back, “Thank you..” You say softly. Before you go, you grab a few rolls as you leave, deciding that if you did find him, it would be after breakfast so you didn't want him to miss it.You manage to make your way out of the cafeteria and begin searching for him.

You begin by going to his dorm and knocking on the door, calling out his name but no reply. You pretty much search everywhere, but still can't find him.You begin feeling worried before you walk by the library and hear someone in there. You go up to the door and gently knock, calling out his name. “Byakuya.. Are you in there?” You ask. You hear someone sigh loudly before footsteps approach the door. It swings open and your met with Byakuya. You were slightly startled and you managed to give a small smile, and a wave. He looks down and scoffs. “What do you need?” He says sternly, glaring at you. “Well…” You say, trailing off. “I just wanted to give you this. I know you missed it this morning so I just wanted to bring it to you.” You manage to stutter out.As you do so, he looks at you. Confusion slightly displayed on his face. Nobody really liked him and everyone here would rather die than help him, so it obviously struck him as odd. He looked at you and his gaze softened ever so slightly.He takes it and motions for you to come inside.

You catch on and step inside, and watch as he goes back to the desk he was sitting at. He places the plate on said desk and sits down, going back to reading his book. You stand near the door. And before you leave he speaks up. “Thank you… Please tell the others I'll be there in a bit.” He says, before taking a bite of his food.You turn your head and look at him. You were surprised, you had never heard Byakuya be so kind..? You smile softly at his words and nod. “Of course, please don't take too long though.” I say.

He gently smiles and nods at your words and continues his reading. You decided to go back before the others thought something was wrong. You leave but give one last look before walking away with a smile on your face.As you leave he can't help but smile either. Even if it was very out of character for him, he couldn't help it. He didn't like having people worry about him act like his mother, but he was growing to appreciate it. And he was also growing to appreciate you.

#x reader #fanfiction #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #byakuya togami x reader #byakuya togami

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sugarakis-p2 · 8 months

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Ten-chan is the worst ch2

Art by me...be sweeties and give credit if you steals it ;x

[previous chapter 1: Alternate universe Tenko a UA student but no hero. Reader x Tenko F/M]

You're a roller coaster of emotions has been full of conflict between you and Tenko. Despite your mother's warning, you decide to take matters into your own hands and ascertain the truth behind Tenko and Touya. You bask in the glory of a selfie with All Might and your excitement soon turns to another argument. As if that wasn't enough, you go a step further and force Tenko to confront your Dad so you can go on your first date in your life. Only that first date will be with Tenko of all people. But it's time to figure out how you feel about your blackmailer. Because things are feeling less and less pretend.

Warning: Toxic relationship, there is a reason I say the worst in the title. when really everyone seems pretty bad. There's fluff, romance, and naughty bits. Oral sex, fingering in front of Dad...Mom is boss though

Chapter 2:

You blubber into your body pillow when your Mom comes in with soup and places the comb next to it on your desk.

"Honey, I could better help you if you told me what is happening?" She said, sitting next to you on the bed.

When you came home, you wailed. You didn't tell your Mom much of anything, and you want to keep it that way. You can not stand the thought of your Mom seeing that side of you and judging you. You stalked a boy, got blackmailed, and started having feelings for that jerk.

"That nice boy keeps coming over. When I told him you weren't feeling well, very sarcastically, I might add. He came back with soup and sits on the steps as we speak. He seems to care about you."

"I know, he won't stop texting me," you groan. You reach over and smack your phone to the ground. It was the source of all your troubles.

"Mmmhmmm, it has to do with him. If you want me to get rid of him, I will, but you haven't taken his clothes off, and you have a noticeable hickey on your neck from the charming man on my porch, I assume," Your Mom wryly grins. You cringe and curl in on yourself. However, when you think about it, your Mom can help you. Hell, you begged for it when you came home. You sit up suddenly, taking a page out of Tenko's book, and think of what you'll say before you say it.

"I found out that Tenko slept with all the past girls in the gaming club. The comb he gave me is the same gift he's given other girls. I'm not special to him at all," you snivel, your voice breaking on the verge of tears again. Mom mulled over what you said and then raised an eyebrow at you.

"Did Tenko tell you he slept with other girls? I thought you said there was only one other girl in the club," she questioned.

"No, he didn't tell me, and yes, there's only one other girl, but that is because I was given the impression he chased them off by sleeping with them like a one-night stand."

"Given the impression, huh? Was it from the girl he slept with? So, have you seen other girls with that exact comb?"

"No," you huff. You may have reacted emotionally instead of logically. You didn't ask any of these questions, and it annoys you that you need solid answers. You try to shrink yourself more in the corner.

"Hmmm," your Mom reflected, "It appears as though a conversation between the two of you is in order. Speak to him calmly and rationally. I know him only a little, but I cannot believe that he does not find you special. A man would not go to such lengths, procuring thoughtful gifts and incessantly loitering on my doorstep, if he did not have strong affections for you." You cringe when your Mom says it like that. Your

Mom got up to leave you with that. You can't stand her having the last word.

"How did he look?" you inquire eagerly, your Mom's eyes widening with anticipation. She knows this isn't just idle chatter. You're genuinely hungry for the juicy details, and Mom is happy to deliver.

"He was sweaty and gasping because he ran here from the bus. He was worried you didn't answer his texts. So, your sweet Mother informed him you are ill and not seeing anyone in my most venomous tone. I also gave him this look," Mom demonstrated her disgusted shrewd look, disapproval radiating from her body language with pursed lips and a narrowed side-eye. It should have left no doubt in Tenko's mind of her dissatisfaction.

"Fierce," you said with an eye roll.

"I know, right. And you know what Tenko-san did? He left for two hours and then showed back up on my porch with that soup," she continued, her voice filled with emotion. The expression on her face as she recounted his gesture filled you with wonder. "Two whole hours!" she exclaimed. "He must have gone to the market and made the soup from scratch." She nodded her head, admiringly at her own conclusion. "I told him you wouldn't even come to the window to wave at him. He said that was all right. 'I will wait,' he said. My heart skipped a beat. Your father used to do things like that. You should really try the soup. It tastes like he poured love into it," she said with a sense of finality before she left. Her words lingered in the air as you felt that you had just heard something special.

Muttering a curse, you crawl slowly onto your desk and peek out the window. Tenko is playing a handheld gaming console and drinking a boa tea, seemingly ready to stay there for a while. You frown and sighed, annoyed, as you watch him stand up and unashamedly relieve himself onto your beloved bushes. You sink down, feeling the warmth of the soup on the desk beside you. She had said it was filled with love. You take a spoonful and sniff it. Not able to identify any of the ingredients. You throw away your apprehensions and bring a spoonful to your lips, only to nearly gag as you take a sip.

Your face contorted in agony as you hastily spat out the dreadful concoction, "AARRGGHH! That tastes like pure salt! That doesn't taste anything like love!" Your scream echoed through the room as you dashed to the sink to rinse the wretched flavor. A hearty laugh from your Mom subsequently followed your moans of suffering. "That was so cheesy, Mom!" You yelled at her. Tenko did make it himself which means he did pour love into it. Why did it have to be so bitter?

Your heart contracts with pain when you think of how you treated Tenko. You had jumped to conclusions, and you shook your head in disbelief. Is what they say about Touya true, or was he warning you about Tenko? You never wanted to admit just how much you were coming to care for Tenko. More than just a nice blackmailer. Your thoughts spin rapidly as you cup your face in stress. How could you have a real relationship with him dangling that over your head? You can feel your determination rising as you realize the only way to get out of this mess is to act. You are also not so naive as to think talking to Tenko will solve your problems. Despite what your Mom thinks.

The man is a liar, among other things. You can almost taste the fear that is rising in your throat. Walking towards the door, your head races with questions - will he threaten you again? Is he here because he knows you are his or because there is something more hidden behind his piercing eyes? Taking a deep breath and swallowing your dread, you pick up your phone. You steel yourself and head off to face Tenko.

Tenko jumped to his feet when he heard the door opening. His face more dower than usual, and relief washed over it when he saw it was you. Before you could say anything, he pulled you into a tight embrace, his lips melted onto yours, and it was like nothing you had ever imagined from Tenko.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. The energy that flowed between you became nearly physical, almost like the air quivered with electricity that pulled you together. A passionate kiss that seemed to last an eternity and ended too soon. Your eyes closed, and a low moan escaped your lips as your tongues tangled together before parting.

"Ten-chan, you moron. I'm sick. Not only that, my Mom is watching," you pushed him as you both looked over to see the curtain shift. You roll your eyes when you look up at Tenko, his expression unreadable.

"Why didn't you answer my texts and calls? Did Touya say something? Are you hurt? Don't ever make me worry like that again, or our deal is off," he snarled. His lips found yours again, this time with more passion than before. He gently pulled away, and you felt almost dizzy with emotion. You opened your eyes and saw the same feeling of awe reflected in his gaze. Tenko is very emotional in private. He is careful with it, and it makes you wonder why?

"No, nothing like that," you mumbled bashfully.

"Was it what I texted you?" Tenko asked suddenly with concern.

"What did you text?" You growl, pulling out your phone. Shocked when he swiftly snatched it out of your hand. Your heart races as you feel Tenko's eyes burn through you. He offers no explanation for why he's taken your phone, but his searing gaze leaves you trembling and desperate for answers. He starts scrolling through the messages, erasing whatever he reads before returning it to you.

A deep, uncomfortable silence stretches between the two of you until, finally, Tenko pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you. Despite the warmth that envelops you, the lingering mystery of what was erased remains, and you can't help but worry about what else was wiped away during Tenko's swift cleanup.

"I texted lies and stupid things," he admits, his embrace regretful, and he tightens it as if he's worried you'll run away. He lets you go with a worried expression, "Don't worry about it. They are gone now. It doesn't feel like you have a fever and are still wearing my hoodie." He reaches for it, but you smirk and push his hands away. His words hang in the air as you clutch his hoodie closer around you, stepping away from him. You can tell he's sorry for what he texted, but there's also a glint of something else in his eyes. Not just regret but something mischievous.

"It's staying with me. I'm keeping it. It's an apology for whatever you texted," you tell him firmly.

"It's an old rag," he says, trying to find some way to lessen the tension. "I'll get you something nicer."

You narrow your eyes and shake your head. "No need. This one will do just fine. It's comfy, and I'm keeping it. Thanks for the soup. I'm super sick, so don't bother me. Quit watering my Mom's plants with your piss and go home!" You take a deep breath and shake your head in disapproval. You stepped back, going into your house, glancing at Tenko sternly, trying not to show too much emotion. "I'll see you at school. Good night," you said, firmly closing the door. You take a peek at him through the mail slot. You call out, your voice ringing with a tinge of worry, "Send me a text when you get home." Your phone pings, and you see it's from Tenko. A smile of reassurance rises on your face.

Ten-chan: I'll be back tomorrow

You: It better not be for my hoodie. I told you to stay away. I'll see you at school.

You won't tell him you're keeping the hoodie because it still smells like him. You grip the baggy hoodie and inhale. You can still feel his presence with every inhalation, like a phantom hug from the past. Must and plum rain, you are so distracted by the scent that you are caught off guard when your Mom says "boop" and shoves something in your mouth.

"What the hell," you shouted, horror-stricken as you tried to choke down whatever your Mom had shoved in your mouth.

"It's the pill. I'm trying to save you from a lifetime of regret. Do not let that boy trap you with a baby. At least, not until your ready," she said, sweetly throwing a packet at you. Your stomach churned, you knew instantly what it was for, and you cringed inwardly.

"No way! We're not doing that kind of thing!" You screamed, grabbing a glass of water to get it down.

"Neither was your father and I until we did!"

You sigh. Flopping on the bed and putting the pills in your nightstand drawer. You pull out your phone and go into your archives. Of course, it's yelling, threat, threat, yelling, panic, panic, threat, panic, apology, hundreds of times repeated. What was more interesting was Tenko had erased Touya's messages. The last one from Touya was needy.

Touya: You didn't text me when you got home. I was a worried cute little mouse. (sad face)

You texted Shuichi, and then you sat at your computer. Downloading and printing pictures of Touya. You spent hours compiling before falling asleep in your new favorite hoodie.

A few days later, you meet Tenko at school and get settled back into your routine of pretend girlfriend. You and Tenko spend the days immersed in a whirlwind of passionate and heated encounters, everything from heavy petting, outercourse, and oral sex, to stealing alluring glances. Only stopping when the bell for class rings or you need to go home. Your infatuation for him has been slowly growing with each of these romantically charged meetings, and soon, Tenko is finding his way into all your fantasies. But, as your newfound relationship grows more intense, an unavoidable obstacle lies ahead, you don't understand your feelings for your blackmailer.

"Let me put it in. I promise to make you feel good," Tenko purrs. Weeks pass like this, with Tenko becoming more frustrated when you tell him no.

You are heading to the front gate early to set up a surprise for Tenko when you see Tenko is already there and he's talking to someone. Shit, he is always here earlier than me, you pout to yourself. You are about to dodge behind a tree when Tenko looks over his shoulder and sees you approaching, surprise ruined. His eyes widen, and he says something to the person he is talking to. When you come closer, you are boggled by what your seeing.

With a powerful BOOM that shook the ground, vibrating the air around you, All Might burst through a cloud of dust and smoke like a magician, announcing his arrival with a booming voice. His massive golden frame seems to radiate in the morning light, and the legendary hero can't help but flash his signature confident grin. You squeal with unbridled excitement. His presence is larger than life. All Might proclaims: "HELLO! I am here!"

"IT'S ALL MIGHT! Tenko, it's All Might! Oh, my fucking god! All Might!" You screamed, yanking at Tenko like he didn't have eyes, your heart pounding wildly as you regarded the legendary hero standing just a few feet away. He didn't look like All Might from far away, but there was no mistaking it now - this was definitely the symbol of hope, the one and only All Might! Tenko looked bored.

"Quite a mouth you got," All Might chuckled.

"Oh fuck, I cussed in front of All Might! I'm so sorry! My mouth has a mind of its own when I get excited. Fuck! I'm sorry! Fuck! I'm sorry! Um ..uh..ummm, fuck! Sorry!" Oh no! I'm embarrassing myself in front of All Might! Your mind screeched. You are telling yourself to stop, but you are caught in an insane loop of cussing and apologizing. Tenko sighed and clamped his hand over your mouth.

"All Might, this is my girlfriend. Would you please take a selfie with her so we can get to class?" Tenko drawled in his typical monotone. You nod yes like crazy.

All Might beamed and exclaimed, "Of course! Anything for a fan and girlfriend of young Shimura! I see you're growing your hair out, Tenko." You were overwhelmed with gratitude that Tenko saved you from your mouth, and your joy was only compounded when you got a selfie with the most handsome and nicest hero.

Tenko took the picture before suddenly shoving your phone back in your hand, dragging you away to class and from All Might. You had no time to expect it, and it felt like he wanted to rip your arm off as you stumbled to keep up.

"Tenko, you're being rude! Thank you, All Might!" You shouted over your shoulder. "Tenko slow down," you begged.

"We have to go, or we'll be late," he hissed.

"Glad to hear you're taking your studies and your future seriously. Consider the offer, young Shimura!" All Might shouted after Tenko. Tenko freezes and stiffens, violently scratching his neck with one hand and squeezing you too tight with the other, the black enamel flaking and cracking. His eyes almost seemed to glow with bubbling hate.

"My future? Why don't you shut up and die already?" Tenko seethed. Tenko's words were like venom as he snarled at All Might, his grip on your arm like death itself. You glance back at All Might, and the sight of him, so bereft, brings you close to tears. "Shimura," he sighs, and the sorrow in his voice is too much for you to bear. The doors closed on the saddest-looking man you have ever seen, and you look away. Tenko's hand pulls you in his wake as he ushers you down the long, abandoned hallways.

"Tenko, my class is that way," you yelped. Startled as he swept you off your feet. His grip was solid and powerful, yanking you into a rundown room. You felt a wave of dread wash over you as he pushed you down, landing on the musty wrestling mat. Suddenly, his lips were on yours with a ferocity you'd never felt before. It was aggressive, sloppy, and hurtful. Pushing him away, you gasped for air. It felt as if you were drowning in his saliva. This wasn't anything like the gentle, passionate kisses from before. This was something new and terrible.

"Tenko, slow down. This hurts," you panted.

"Good!" He roared, his eyes piercing you with their absolute hatred. Did he hate you? The question made fear ripple through your veins. "You gush for Touya like a dense little schoolgirl with a dumb little crush. But you gushed over All Might like a stupid slut. Disgusting. Are you wet for him too?" He spat, his teeth tugging at your nipple through your clothes as he shoved his hand between your legs. You acted instinctually and reared back, slapping Tenko as hard as possible. Panting with rage and fear, you scrambled away from his reach, desperation clawing at your heart.

"No!" you screamed, your fear quickly turning to rage. "I may have to pretend to be your girlfriend, but I refuse to be your emotional punching bag or your...your...fleshlight!" You breathed heavily, trembling with fury. "Do you understand me? Stop! Tenko, you're scaring me!"

He hadn't moved. Like a broken doll, he remained perfectly still as his cheek turned red.

"You're right, but you can't leave me. We have a deal," his voice wavered. Your eyes narrowed, and you threw the bag you'd been carrying at his chest.

"Don't you come around me until you can treat me like the friend part of girlfriend," you hissed. Marching off to your class, cursing him.

Tenko looked in the bag. He stood there with eyes wide with surprise. You'd put so much thought into the gift you made for him. A bento box overflowing with all his favorite things neatened up carefully with a beautiful hanky. His sweatpants were cleaned and pressed. But it was the little bag and its contents that genuinely made his heart swell, chapstick and creme that you'd handmade just for him. He pulled out the card that sat amongst them, and little hearts swirled around, 'For Ten-chan!' it read.

I remember painting your nails. You said your quirk had changed your appearance. I could tell it hurt when we kissed, so I wanted to make it easier for you. With all my care, here's a gift to make life a bit less painful. About the hoodie,

Took my friend's hoodie,

A secret I keep inside.

Never leaves him warm.

I'm never giving it back (smiley face with tongue sticking out)

You remembered, he thought to himself. You noticed how kissing made him wince. You wanted to help, to ease his pain. It was a gift beyond anything he'd ever received, and for once, he genuinely felt seen and cared for. You even made a cute haiku. He clutched the bag to his chest and sighed, "I blew it. I don't deserve her."

A black swirl opened, and Sensei Kurogiri stepped through. "Ah. I thought I would find you here. Do not skip your next class. Midnight is more lenient than the other teachers, but that does not mean you can disregard the others," Kurogiri warned. Tenko growled and stepped through Kurogiri's quirk.

Tenko had been sulking and stealing glimpses for nearly a week. Despite the bento box, you gave him as an excuse to talk to you, he hadn't made the first move to apologize. Ten-chan is a jerk, but not as big of a jerk as Touya, you learned after launching an investigation into the two of them. You weren't going to make the same mistake twice. Tenko needed to grovel, and you needed to talk to Touya. What you heard was not flattering to either of them. Shuichi interrupted your thoughts when he plopped across from you at the lunchroom table.

"What do you want?" Yuki growled at him, her hackles raised and her ears pinned back. He raised his hands in surrender and leaned forward to you.

"You know he's lost weight, abandoned his hobbies, and been holed up in his room, sulking over romance manga with tears in his eyes? It's pathetic. At least, go over and call him a jerk, so things get back to normal," Shuichi conveyed. Undeterred, you blew him an unmistakable raspberry. A deliberate gesture of contempt, accompanied by a resolute thumbs down. The other girls joined in, and you could see Shuichi wavering. He wanted to keep his composure but struggled to retain his stern expression. Shuichi narrowed his eyes at you, then unexpectedly, his lips quirked up in an amused smile.

"Shiori has been sniffing around Ten." Shuichi pointed.

"The nerve of this tramp," Yuki said, glaring at Shiori as she crept closer toward Tenko. You look to see Shiori is sniffing around Tenko. Is she dumb? Tenko is not in the mood. You can tell by his scratching and glowering. "Yeah, it's pretty obvious it's time for the two of you to part ways," Yuki muttered. Without another word, you stealthily sat next to Tenko and cozied up to him.

"If they get back together, will we see you girls at the gamers club again?" Shuichi asked, his scales turning pink with a blush.

"Maybe," Yuki said as the girls stood to sit at a closer table to get a view of the action.

"Whatcha two talking about?" You asked Shiori. Tenko quickly took advantage and clung to you desperately, throwing one arm around your shoulder to close the gap between you. Shiori looked flustered, still holding her tray and ready to try to sit next to Tenko. But she was too late. Tenko clearly had no interest in her. She was graceful in her recovery.

"Well, Tenko and I talked about going to the festival together. It's said that if you kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel, you will be together forever. It's basically a marriage proposal," Shiori said.

Tenko's other arm snakes around you, pulling you close. It was almost hard to breathe. A deep thrill runs through you, and you can feel your cheeks heat. You desperately struggle to keep in character and lace your arm around him, leaning against his chest and offering him a bright smile. You carefully glance over to Shiori to gauge her reaction, your heart a cadence in an excited rhythm as disappointment and pain wash over her face.

Tenko nuzzles at the crook of your neck. You stiffen and squeak but still play his girlfriend. He only paused long enough to look and Shiori to ask, "Oh. You're still here? What was your name again?" Shiori can't even get two words out. Her mouth gaps in shock. The pain of seeing Tenko rejecting her is too much to bear, and she turns and runs away with her head held high. You can't help but giggle in the aftermath, feeling heady with victory and looking up into Tenko's gaze with a triumphant smirk.

"I like this side of you," he grinned back. Tenko's face lit up, and he leaned closer, nibbling at you as he did. You had surprised yourself, unleashing this hidden side of you that was so daring, so out of character. Even Tenko seemed to have noted the difference, his expression a mix of confusion and rare admiration. "I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?" He asked. You nervously chuckled and thought that seeing your rival driven before you was payment enough. But to him, you turn and say, your face radiating with a devilish grin.

"Come to my place after school."

"Huh? What? I can't invite Touya on such short notice," he graveled. He winced as you grabbed his face and turned his gaze to yours, squeezing how he did to you to make him look at you.

"I didn't say Touya," you growled sternly, "I said you come over. It's official pretend boyfriend stuff. I want you to meet my Dad." You pulled his face down to yours, lips crashed together in a passionate kiss, your tongue dancing with his as you tried to explain the ways of dating to him. "That's what guys do when they're dating," you whispered as you finally pulled away.

"We haven't dated yet," Tenko rasped. He was astonished and delighted by your dramatic flirting.

"And who's fault is that?" You say. Unfaltering, Tenko pulled you tight to him until you molded to his body and continued to take you in his arms, his eyes smoldering with lust. You could only cling to him and pray that you had made the right decision. He stared into your eyes, a deep, remorseful sadness in his.

"I'm so sorry," he said softly. His voice quivered with emotion as he continued, "I never should have done what I did. It was unforgivable, and I wasn't sure how I could say sorry enough. I swear to you, I will never let it happen again." He released you to squeeze your hands tenderly with his own, and you felt a wave of understanding. You nodded, knowing that it sounded exactly like him. Tenko can sweet talk when he wants to.

"I would appreciate that. Are you willing to tell me what that was all about?" You ask. He shook his head, and you felt your hopes of him trusting you vanish entirely. You sigh. The disappointment is evident in the exhale of air. You slowly get up, and he follows you like a desperate, lonely puppy searching for love and attention. Despite your pressing desire to know the truth, you had to finish your lunch. You glare one last time at him before turning away, more determined than ever to get to the bottom of whatever is going on.

"You got back together with him?!?" Yuki shrieked. She sighs and rubs her temples. The rasp of her scales is extremely loud, the other girls shaking their heads at you, "You are going to be that kind of couple. On again off again." Yuki shook her head. All you can do is shrug and blush.

After school, he seized you in a passionate embrace, twirling you in his arms, his lips crashing against yours. You gasped in surprise before submitting to the kiss, and when he set you down, you were breathless. His voice was soft when he murmured to you, "If we're just pretending, then why are you introducing me to your father?" There is no way you are going to tell him you want him until he confesses first. But that won't stop you from pushing the boundaries. You'll make sure he knows you've got your eye on him... one way or another.

"It's time for me to have some fun," you declared. Your eyes sparkled mischievously as you nudged Tenko. "My Dad is a total control freak, never letting me date. I have two older brothers, and they got away with murder. But you're going to change that for me!" Tenko tensed.

"Are you kidding me?" Tenko growled. Tenko glanced at you with furrowed brows and balled his hands into fists.

"Nope, and you owe me," You said as you guided him to your bus stop. You winked and chuckled. Wiggling your ass in a way that enticed him to reluctantly follow. Tenko gaped as he realized there was no escape. He begrudgingly followed you with a look of utter determination on his face.

Dinner was awkward as Tenko and your father locked eyes across the table and glared at each other. You told your Dad Tenko was your partner on a paper due soon. Your Mother made a valiant effort to lighten the mood with her conversation. Still, the silence between them made it seem like she was talking to a wall. You nervously watched the scene, wondering how this would turn out. You are really making Tenko pay hard for his tantrum.

"Tenko, would you like seconds?" Mom asked. Dad grunted for more, and Tenko meekly thanked Mom but refused seconds.

"You look weak," your father sneered, burning a hole right through Tenko with his icy eyes. "What class are you in at AU?"

You and your Mother hastily admonished your Dad, seeking to impede the escalating tension. Yet, Tenko and your father continued their silent tug-of-war, unwilling to be derailed.

"I'm in the support course, and I'm not weak. My quirk makes me deadly," Tenko said flatly.

"Oh really?" Your Dad smirked. It quickly disappeared as Tenko reached into his pocket and dramatically pulled out a rock, eliciting a snort from your Dad. Tenko then slowly removed his glove, creating a tense atmosphere. With a swift movement, he brought all five of his fingers down and turned the rock to dust, careful to keep it on the plate and avoid making a mess. Your Dad could only stare in shock with an expression you've never seen before, body shuddering with chills, "You're not respectable enough for my daughter."

"I'm taking your daughter out on a date," Tenko announced. His hand resting on your leg under the table. His fingers massaging your thigh. His hand traveled up like wildfire, igniting a burning desire within your core. His touch was electric, leaving a slow burn that raced through your veins. Your heart raced as his fingers moved closer and closer toward your most intimate area, filling you with an overwhelming sensation. You gave him a look that screamed, 'What the hell are you doing. Not here or now!?!' Tenko smirked at you and continued slowly getting closer to your pussy.

"Tenko," you heard your father growl, "you think you can just come in here and announce that you're taking my daughter out on a date?!" Your stomach lurched as his words pierced the tense silence, dread settling like a heavyweight in your chest. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat and mentally brace yourself for what would come. Tenko only stared at him with disinterest. "Are you hard of hearing? I just said you're not deserving of my daughter," Dad growled.

Tenko's tone was unyielding, his steeled gaze focused on your Dad as he rasped, "I'm not hard of hearing. I'm telling you what I will do. Nothing can stop me. I know I'm not worthy, but she chose me." His fingers moved with purpose. The soft brushing of his touch over your panties sent a jolt up your spine.

"Why you arrogant lil shi-," Dad was saying when you intervened. Jumping up and away from Tenko's hand to demand some equal rights.

"Enough, Dad. Tenko is kind, and you let my brothers date at fifteen," you huffed.

Mom came to your defense with forceful authority. "I think she's old enough to date. Hun, let her grow up," she argued. Knowing the power and fortitude behind Mom's words, Dad gave up his opposition, succumbing to her point of view.

"Date all you want," he said, his eyes narrowing as he stared pointedly at Tenko. His jaw tightened as he got up from the table and stepped towards you, pulling you into a hug. "But we will be having a conversation later...about your taste in guys." You dramatically rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. Tenko simply smirked back.

"Thank you for the meal," Tenko flashed you a smile as he stood up from the dinner table. As he cleared his and your plates, he bowed to your Mom. Then turning back to you, his tone shifted to one of challenge, inquiring, "Do you still need help with that paper?"

With a firm grasp, you pulled him along, an expectation building between you. You know what that is code for. You rushed down the hallway, turning to catch a glimpse of Tenko's face, and you could feel the heat rising between the two of you. With a deep breath, you opened your bedroom door.

"Door open!" Your father exclaimed.

"Ok!" you replied. You spun around and met Tenko with an eager grin before quietly shutting the door with a decisive silent thud. "You did amazing, Tenko. You are so brazen and brave," you gushed.

"Your dad hates me," he rasped, "I don't care, but I'm concerned about how you feel." You couldn't help but feel a surge of elation. Tenko was brave and selfless, something you hadn't seen anyone do before. Despite fearing your Dad's wrath, Tenko stood firm, trying to make sure you were ok. Wetness gathered between your legs as your heart swelled with admiration. You've never seen anyone stand up to your Dad like that, and it made you want him more.

"Tenko, who wants a guy that their Dad can bully. Like I said. You're amazing," You giggle.

"Then I deserve a reward," he grinned. He trapped you against the door. His hand delved lower beneath the waistband of your panties, caressing you as he whispered, "Deny me if you can, but you won't. You want me just as much as I want you."

"I am not going to deny you. You do deserve a reward," you pant. Grabbing him tightly, you push Tenko onto the bed and straddle him easily. You slide down his front, locking eyes. His gaze smolders as you unbuckle his belt and yank his pants open. His colossal cock jumps eagerly out and nearly whips you in the face. In the soft dim light of your room, you drink in the sight of him, admiring its size. As you wrap your hand tightly around it, you can feel the heat emanating from it, thick and hard. Tenko whimpers and moans as you squeeze a bead of pre-cum pearls at the tip. You lightly kiss along his shaft, trailing up to his crown, gently pulling back his foreskin. Opening your mouth slowly, you take him in, licking and sucking as he jerks beneath you, muffling his cries of pleasure.

"Fuck, what the fuck are you doing to me? How am I supposed to contain myself?" His voice wobbled, and he groaned as you teased him with your lips and tongue.

He is so warm on your tongue, and you can taste the lotion you gave him, making you smile around the crown of his head. His shallow breaths grew deeper and faster as he watched with a wild desire, his gaze never leaving your face as you explored every inch with your hands and tongue. Your fingers don't touch wrapped around his shaft. His blush grew deeper, his body trembling with pleasure at your touch. He held his voice back with his hand. You tried to fit more of him in your mouth, but he is so big you mostly lap at his slit. His salty taste invades your mouth.

With a gasp, he parted his lips. He leaned back in ecstasy, his fingers weaving into your hair as you feverishly savored more of his deliciousness. His breaths were punctuated with tight gasps as he grabbed the back of your head, his hips thrusting into your grip. His face burned a bright red as he anticipated your next move, his eyes smoldering with desire as you effortlessly took more of him in. His breathing grew harsher and his grip on your head stronger, sending flames licking up his spine, threatening to consume him. You cup his balls and feel his heavy sack tighten.

"I'm about to cum," he hissed. You knew he was close as you felt his body tense and heard his whimpers. You eagerly embraced the challenge, willing to do whatever it took to bring him to the edge and tip him over. His thrusts became stronger and more intense as you buried him deep in your throat, using every technique you had heard about or could think of, your jaw and cheeks aching. You barely managed to fit him at the back of your throat as a hot stream of his pleasure spit onto your tongue, only to gag and choke as a hot stream hits the back of your throat. His cock twitched and pulsed in your hands. You pulled away with cum still clinging to your lips. He looked at you with a satisfied gaze, caressing your neck, asking in a soft breath, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," you graveled, hoarse from his cock. Wiping his cum off with a shirt, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. Tenko yanked you up with a violent tug and threw you onto the bed, your flesh thudding against the mattress. Instinctively, you tried to push him away as he grabbed you, but his strength was too great. He used his own body to pin you down as he ravaged the delicate skin of your inner thighs, forcefully spreading your legs and tearing your panties away.

"Tenko, I haven't showered yet!" you whimpered anxiously.

"You didn't care when you sucked me dry," he spat desperately. His eyes hungrily gazed at your body, his breath trembled against your wet pussy, and a shocked breath escaped as he begged, "Oh please, can I? I will clean you with my tongue. I've been craving your taste for a week, and now I want to dive in and lose myself. Unless you want to let me put my dick in the juicy pussy? Holding back is painful. Please, let me thrust my cock in you... but if not, just let me drink up your sweet juices. Can I have that much, pretend girlfriend?"

The sharp sting of the pretend girlfriend's comment hurt. You had put in so much effort, yet here was Tenko, still stuck in his games. Nothing had changed, but everything felt different. Maybe sex and true love are different? Questions flooded your mind, but you had to push them down. Of course, love and sex were separate things, but you had longed for it that week too. Tenko is amazing at pleasure.

"Please eat my pussy," you begged in almost a whisper, and you watched passionately as Tenko responded ravenously and started practically devouring your cunt.

His gloved hands roamed all over your body, sending pleasure tingles radiating through your core. You felt his tongue exploring your most intimate regions with fiery enthusiasm. His eager movements had a dizzying effect, pushing you to the edge of ecstasy. The sensation was almost too much to bear as you tipped your head back and moaned with delight. Your skirt had fallen back over his head, intensifying every sensation. Feeling overwhelmed by pleasure, you leaned back, savoring every moment of his talent. You let out a sharp cry as he suddenly thrust in two of his long, slender fingers.

"Damn. You are so tight. All that time breaking in your pussy wasted after a week," Tenko groaned. His lips found your clit, and his fingers moved deeper as he began to suckle hungrily at your pleasure point. Your body quaked with rapture as his expert caresses sent waves of sensation through you.

"You're clenching down and sucking my tongue in," Tenko teased. Tenko's relentless efforts pushed you to the point of no return.

Your breathing intensifies, and your heart races like it could burst. Close to cresting your pleasure when your door creaked open, and your Mother suddenly entered, carrying a tray of tea and cookies. You both froze in the heat of the moment, her gaze stilling the ticking time bomb of pleasure you were about to experience. You sit up, screaming in horror into a pillow, backing away from Tenko as if he were a deadly viper. His expression contorted into surprise as your Mother gave him an appraising look. Her eyes lingered on his exposed manhood. A sly, left-cheeked grin crept across her face, and she silently set down the tray and left.

"Oh. My. God!" you yelped and threw yourself into your pillows when the door cracked open. Your Mom's hand slipped in and dropped something on the tray. Tenko rises, putting his cock away to examine what was dropped. Mortified beyond words, you wanted the ground to crack open and swallow you whole. Tenko, amused by the situation, let out a mocking laugh before tossing the box to you. You felt heat rush into your cheeks while your hands started trembling in a mixture of humiliation and anger at yourself for doing this in your bedroom. Of course, your brothers got privacy. They are magnum condoms.

"I like your Mom. That was a mood killer, though." Tenko opened the door and sat beside you on your bed, "Let's go to the festival," he murmured. Sliding his soft hands around your waist, he pulled you into a gentle embrace. His fingers moved soothingly over your scalp as he spoke, each pass of his fingertips leaving pleasant tingles that traveled down your spine. He continued talking, his voice full of excitement as he dreamt of all the possibilities this first date could bring.

"We'll have to make a night of it, or maybe take the train to get there and fall asleep together on the way back. What do you say?" He asked, gazing into your eyes as if imploring you to take this plunge of a first-date adventure with him. Every whisper of his breath on your neck seemed hypnotic. His words lingered in the air as his lips moved close enough to your skin that you could feel the warmth radiating off him.

"Are you really going to leave me hanging?" he rasped.

"Maybe," you tease.

He gently kissed my neck, temptation in his words as he said, "What if I told you I had something extraordinary in store for you, but the only way to know what it is...is if you go out on a date with me?"

"The only way I'll agree is if you tell me why you flipped out about with All Might."

He sits up, back ramrod-straight, eyeing you but still consumed with contemplation of what he wants to say. The uncertainty of his emotions hangs in the air, crushing in its silence. He finally breaks it. "I'll tell you after our date," he murmurs, desperate hope and fear mixed in equal parts.

"You drive me absolutely crazy when you play coy," you seethe, your eyes narrowing in annoyance.

He sat there, seething with rage threatening to explode like a volcano. You leaned in close, running your hands along his neck and through his soft hair. It has been getting longer. His hate lingered until you touched him. You could feel his heart race in your arms, making every second seem like an eternity. He finally closed the gap between you with a passionate kiss. His lips were soft and gentle as they moved in perfect synchrony with yours. Every caress of your lips seemed to send electricity through his body, and you could feel the excitement building. You melted into his arms as they stayed locked in the kiss, neither wanting the moment to end. You forget time until you hear your father's voice calling for Tenko to leave.

It was getting late. With a deep, tired sigh, you know it is time for Tenko to go and part from your kiss. Tenko stood there, facing your Dad with quiet determination. A tense silence filled the air as their eyes met. Your heart beat faster, knowing Tenko risked himself to ensure you weren't uncomfortable. Finally, with a strong yet gentle voice, he broke the silence.

"We'll leave right after school on Friday," Tenko graveled. It was after Tenko left that the real drama started. Your father loomed and growled like a beast. Tenko's kiss goodbye on your forehead was a parting shot, igniting the fire of fury within your father. The reality of you two leaving on Friday swelled up, and your father's mood shifted to a beastly one. A storm of emotion was unleashed as Tenko left.

"You can date as much as you want but not with 'that thing.' Your quirks are not compatible!" Your father bellowed, rage boiling in his veins, making them stand out on his forehead when Tenko was well out of earshot.

"What in the world are you trying to say? I don't believe a word of this 'quirk compatibility' stuff coming from your mouth! You and Mom, your quirks don't fit together at all!" You glared at your Dad, "Tenko might be a bit rigid, but at least he considers my feelings and isn't one to be pushed around. You've rejected every possible admirer that ever asked me out!"

"This is different. He is different. I would have let you date a million other boys had I known Tenko Shimura would have crossed our path. He is that Tenko Shimura and I have heard plenty about him. He killed his family. I will not let you be his next victim! He's only at AU because of All Might and his grandmother's legacy!" Your Dad screamed. Taking in a shuddering breath, despair crept up your throat, and tears sprang to your eyes. He said he would have let you date a million other boys. But it was too late for that now. You adore Tenko.

"You said I could date. I'm going out next Friday," you growl back.

"You won't date him, not if I have anything to say about it." Your Dad's voice boomed, drowning out the deafening silence which had taken you over. You had heard the rumors, but you never could've imagined it. Tenko Shimura, the boy you had been falling in love with, who had melted your heart with kind words and gentle touches, killed his family. How dare your Dad.

"He would never do that. Until he says anything, those are just rumors and lies. I can't believe he would do that on purpose. He is always, ALWAYS, careful with me!" You shout back.

"You've seen it. Quirks affect personality and desires. That boy is a walking time bomb, a menace to society. Hatred oozes off of him with every step. It's only a matter of time before he takes someone's life, and that someone will not be you. Not while I'm alive! No daughter of mine will date a serial killer under my roof," your father's voice rose as he glared at you sternly.

You glared right back, and with grim determination, you stormed up to your room. Packing up your school things, including your laptop and portfolio, for your final project. You can hear your Mother arguing with your father as you text Yuki. She is right down the street. Yuki always had your back and would let you spend the night in her family's den. Your Mom tried desperately to keep you at home, pleading with her voice laced with tears.

"What worth is it, running away over a boy?" But you remained steadfast, refusing to be chained to the same pain that had scarred the women of your family for years. Your Mom grabbed you and pressed a credit card in your hand, "It's my money, not his. I really wish you would reconsider."

"The way people treat us and our friends. It's unacceptable. I cannot tolerate quirk prejudice, and I won't have Dad talking like that about Tenko," you said with conviction. Your voice carried the weight of injustice and a fire that could make the stars burn.

The following day your father had ruthlessly packed away every memento in your room, and the tension between you two left a heavy, silent void in the air as he watched you from the window. At least your Mother still offered you an embrace. Despite the turmoil, she wept like crazy, "I saw you rented a storage unit. Won't you come in and talk to your father?" Your Mom cried some more, and your father crossed his arms.

"No. We both know he's not ready to be spoken to," you say as you pack up the cab. You belt out a dejected sigh as you pack up the cab, not owning much. It didn't take long. Your father stands tall with crossed arms, his expression implacable. A determination filled with fear. You hesitate. Your Dad is scared of Tenko, and that almost makes you falter. Tenko deserved the benefit of the doubt.

"You're both the same. So stubborn," your Mom cried.

The harshness of the week felt like a mountain looming over you. Your only sanctuary was the cybercafé you'd been sleeping at while trying to hide the truth from Tenko. But finally, the day of your date arrived, and with that, the dread of the week subsided its ominous presence.

With a bag thrown over your shoulder with everything you needed for an overnight stay. Curiosity sparked in Tenko's eyes. You watched as realization dawned upon them, his sparse eyebrows furrowing together and a smile turning up the corners of their lips. You love that he is deceptively clever. Taking solace in each other's company, sharing vape, laughter, and talk of that made the train ride slip by in a flash. You even share each other's music. Who would have guessed he liked video game music? You created yourselves the perfect oasis away from the world as you leaned into his embrace.

"I invited Shuichi. He has a girl he would like to bring along. We'll meet them there and get a group discount," Tenko made conversation. Even though Tenko grumbled and found the small talk tedious, it was another example of his thoughtfulness and consideration.

"Is she someone I know?" You ask.

“Her name is Aya,” Tenko replied.

"Aya is nice. She has the softest fur. I don't mind a double date and a discount."

"You're not paying for a single thing. I invited you. If you want to pay me back. I can think of a few things," Tenko leered. Tenko hung off you like a greedy, tantalizing vice as he suggested ways you could pay him back for taking you out. Giving you a modest kiss that surprised you. "I think I'll have you pay me back in the most delightful way…" he told you as his hands trailed up your arms, beckoning you closer.

"Any closer, and you'll be inside me, Ten-chan," You say snarky.

"I don't mind that," Tenko teased. It felt strange, summer was two weeks away, and things didn't feel pretend anymore.

When you arrived at the stay, he quickly grabbed your bag and wasted no time crossing the area. Tenko seems to like to drag you everywhere with him. You had him store your bag in a locker at the station. Tenko seemed to have a plan and bought you both a drink before pulling you toward the festival. He moved closer and closer, eventually turning his gaze upon you with a playful glint in his eye.

You could feel the delight in the atmosphere as you both stared into each other's eyes, almost as if daring the other to make the next move. They are such bright crimson they almost sear your skin when Tenko gazes at you. His eyes lit up with a sultry challenge, and his hands moved from your waist to your back to entice you further. The only sound was the beat of your heart, which thrummed in your chest.

"Hey, guys!" Shuichi shouted, waving with a huge grin as Aya followed close behind. You waved back. Your heart sank when you noticed Shiori was there, arm intertwined with Touya's, her face an impassive mask as she stared you down. Tenko was not subtle, like a feral cat hissing and scratching at his eye. He narrowed his gaze as he spat out, "What are you two doing here?"

You watch in disbelief as Shiori rolls her eyes before responding, "I told you about this festival, Tenko."

Your blood boils as you stare Shiori down. Your grip tightens on Tenko. Remembering your interview with Shiori filled you with dread. You knew asking her about Tenko was risky, but you didn't think it would have ended so badly. That was the moment the two of you became enemies. You can still feel the flicker of anger in your chest as you remember her laughter.

"I left the gamer's club because of Touya, not Tenko," she began, her voice low and throaty. "I don't mind him being a player, but there's a line. When he started chasing after my younger sister, that's when I had enough. Though..." she paused, licking her lips as she stared over at Tenko, who was down the hall stealing glances in the distance. You still weren't talking to him. "I had my eye on Tenko...Why do you ask?" she challenged. Her voice was severe as she stared deep into your eyes.

"I'm taking a popularity poll for my management course," you answered smoothly, taking a deep breath, watching her, and not liking her body language. You then added, trying to keep your tone light, "I heard he has a girlfriend, though." Shiori's interest in Tenko left you feeling deeply conflicted. While you had very mixed feelings about Tenko, the thought of Shiori trying to sink her claws into him fills you with revulsion. Shiori laughed in your face.

"Well, it's not like they are married," Shiori said, flipping her hair.

Shiori's eyes tracked Tenko as she regarded him down the hall. She slowly began strolling in his direction, her hips swaying in a rhythmic obscene display. You hated how pretty she was while hunting. Her ambition is to be admired, but you still hate watching her stalk your blackmailer. Your eyes meet with Tenko's, and you give him a withering look. He looked away first and started talking to Shiori.

Tenko bristled with sudden ire, turning and casting one foul look back at you before uttering something cold to Shiori. She followed his gaze, and it was too late. You hurriedly looked away, pretending to be busy writing something down. Seeing him reject her made you happy, and you think Shiori knew it.

After that, your life sunk to deeper lows. You thought the Internet café was depressing enough with its mix of farting, snoring, and cheap snacks. But then came the unexplained bubblegum plastered on your seat at work and thumbtacks in your shoes, and now, here she was.

"Bigger group discount," Shuichi said nervously.

"Had I known we would all be here, I would have driven all of us," Touya said, playing with his car keys.

"Hey, let's have fun," you tell Tenko as you squeeze his arm. He pulls you with him with a slight grin. You stood as a couple hand in hand at the festival. Watching as a few brave souls climbed into the Ferris wheel and soared through the air with its egg-like pods. All around you, the aroma of fried food and the thump of ride music made the scene all the more lively.

The night sky was illuminated with the festival's bright lights, and the joyful laughter of children filled the air. You smiled as you swayed to the beat of the music, taking in the beauty of the carnival games around you. You let go of your troubles and ventured onto a few rides, but not the Ferris wheel. Your heart raced with anticipation to go on that ride with Tenko. Still, the only thing dimming your excitement was the presence of Touya and Shiori. Everywhere you turned, it seemed they had latched onto you like a pair of shadows, never letting you or Tenko out of their sight. They made you feel like prey.

As you passed by a cotton candy stand, your stomach began to growl. Tenko glanced over at you and asked, "What do you think? Do you want some cotton candy?"

You eagerly nodded your head and responded, "Yes, please! I'm starving!"

"You look a bit wobbly," He took your hand and led you to a bench. "Wait for me here. I'll stand in line." Your hand felt ever so slight in his, and he gently pulled you close for a swift kiss. You smiled before giving him one last hug and sending him off. You couldn't help but feel excited about the prospect of your future dates. You are starting to hope it will be with Tenko.

Your heart sank as you watched Shiori ghost up on Tenko, her words a mystery. Before you could gather your wits, Tenko had vanished into the crowd, and you squeaked in panic. Frantically you looked around for some sign of him, and your mind raced with dread. Then, just when you thought all hope was lost, Touya appeared right in front of you.

"Whoa there, little mouse, you look lost," Touya smirked.

"I…uh lost Tenko," you stutter out.

"Don't worry," He said when he snatched your hand. You squeaked in surprise. Touya dragged you through the milling crowd, determination in his eyes, and you let him. I really am getting too used to being led around by guys, you think. He pointed to the Ferris wheel, fervently declaring, "I lost Shiori too. I bet we can get a good view from there!"

Yelping in surprise as he hurried you both to the front of the line and before you could so much as protest, he murmured something to the man on duty, slipping him an undisclosed sum of folded yen.

"Wai-," you were saying when you were shut in a small two-person bubble on the wheel, with Touya too close. The wheel lurches, and you are thrown into him. You quickly scramble from him with a squeak. You frantically search for Tenko, and Touya chuckles at you.

"You really shouldn't let your guard down so much, little mouse," Touya grinned with delight, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. "You are so cute," he said in a low voice, his breath tickling your ear. "Don't worry, I don't bite unless you ask me to, of course. Wait until we are higher to look," he added.

"H-h-hey, I have a name," you managed to spit out.

"But you are so cute and squeak, just like a little mouse," Touya replied. You are trying not to get flustered but fail dismally. The cart jerks, and you clutch at him as the egg sways.

"S-s-s-sorry," you sputter.

This thing seemed to be made, so you are thrown around. It felt like an eternity as you fearfully clung to Touya. You squirmed uncertainly, and Touya seemed to like that. When you notice you are pressing your chest against him, you shove yourself away. It was awkward for you as you tried to make yourself as small as possible in the corner.

"Look at that," Touya says. Touya's eyes widened as he pointed out the window on his side, and a surge of adrenaline rushed throughout your body as you leaned forward to see if he spotted Tenko, and the wheel jerked suddenly. You land in his lap in surprise. You scrambled to get off him but ended up wrenching his jacket and inadvertently pulling him on top of you as you landed on the ground with a groan. You both grunted in surprise and as Touya grinned down at you like a mischievous imp, you couldn't help but blush.

"Little mouse, I like how forward your being," Touya purrs.

"I'm sorry! Fuck! Sorry! Fuck!" You sputter. Embarrassment flooding in as your face burns hot. Every instinct screams for you to pull away. But all you can do is lay there, trapped in an escalating spiral of humiliation. You feel something rigid and hard pressing against your stomach. When you look down, you see Touya's unmistakable bulge tucked in his pants, rubbing against you. You squeak and freeze, unable to speak.

"That's a cute reaction," Touya croons wickedly, as the gap between your mouths is closing.

"Ah-ah, no!" you cried out, desperate to halt his kiss, even as his words reverberated in your mind. Trembling, you brought your hands up to cover his mouth, feeling his lips and hot breath move against your palms. Your heart pounded as his gaze burned into yours, and you weren't sure what would happen next.

"That's hot," he mumbles around your hands. He pulls back and grabs your hands to bring you up with him. The cart rocked, and you clutched at him for dear life, "Little mouse, you really need to stop teasing me like this. I'm at my limit here."

"OH MY GOD!" you erupt, pushing him away forcefully. "You're a real scumbag, Touya. I don't want to make out with a guy who would kiss his best friends' girlfriend while on a date. I don't care how handsome you are. Not acceptable," you continue, your tone dripping with disgust. You can't look at him. You are so revolted, your arms crossed, your face scrunched in utter fury, and you stare out the window. Touya roared with laughter. It only made your blood simmer more. You felt your lip tremble and your mind race with worry because Touya laughed so hard he held his ribs.

"You are even cuter when you put your little righteous foot down. Look at that pout. Your little foot stamp is adorable," he chuckled, wiping away tears and mimicking your posture, "Would it help if I tell you we are not even friends. Our partnership is purely based on the same endeavors, mutual acquaintances, shared wealth, and fiery hate for our fathers. What now, little mouse? I wasn't trying to kiss my friend's girl. I was trying to kiss my cute little mouse," A smirk twisted his lips as he waited for your reaction.

Your mind wandered as you said, "I didn't know Tenko had a father..." Something is wrong with these two, you thought. The warning rang in your ears as you remembered what all the girls said about these two. Touya's deception had the power to completely unravel you. As your thoughts raced, you felt a rising anger boil up inside you. You scold yourself mentally. This is just the thing you were warned about. Touya will toy with your head if you let him. You spun around to face Touya, eyes blazing, and spat, "I'm still Tenko's girlfriend!"

"Not from what I heard," he chuckled sarcastically. "You are being blackmailed. That would make sense. A cute little virgin like you, indeed, there is no other way he would get you." Your mouth dropped open in shock as Touya smirked, his eyes passing judgment on the rumor that had made its rounds. Tenko is blackmailing you, which means you have done something terrible. It is a bad reputation to have at AU. You need to be sure to squash it immediately.

"I find the discussion about my virginity conceptually and physically inappropriate. It's none of your business," you gritted.

"Ah, you know how I know? It's because he hasn't made you cry yet," Touya spoke in a smug and self-assured voice. "He can pretend he cares, but he has a cruel streak in him. He is a sadist. You can call me whatever you want, but I'm just trying to save you from having to come running to me, weeping, when he breaks your heart or pussy," Touya smiled. Now it was your turn to laugh, although it felt hollow and bitter in your chest. Your heart races as the Ferris wheel rises faster than ever, the world spinning below you. You cling to him, your chest pressed tightly against his. You look up into his eyes, and your voice is almost a whisper.

"I know you are heartless. This whole conversation proves what the girls say about you is true," you say, and you can feel his grip on you tightening. He gazes back at you, his breath quickening and heart pounding just as hard as yours.

"Are you looking into me, little mouse? Your gaze tells me all I need to know," he leans in to confide in you, "That you're fascinated by me. Everything I've heard suggests we were meant to be. I understand if you are unsure, but I'm here for you. You can rely on me to keep holding onto you." You shudder. Touya is a gamer. Only his game is manipulation, and it's scary.

"E-e-ew, how did you get in the hero program? When is this thing going to stop? You don't know anything about me," You sputtered, repulsed, and unsettled the more you knew about the real Touya.

He smirked at your fidgety movements, a twinkle in his eye that made you uneasy. You would be lying to yourself if you didn't admit that you are also afraid and turned on. He let out a deep chuckle as his icy eyes roamed over you. His quirked eyebrow carved into the tension, and he pushed some hair away from your eyes.

"Oh, I've got eyes in the back of my head, little mouse. I looked into you, too," he said, his words echoing with danger. He leaned closer, his voice strong and sure. "And I'm here to make sure you don't become a mouse that gets stepped on. I paid for an extra-long ride," He added, a devilish glimmer in his gaze. "I never had any girl reject me or tell me no. It lit a new fire in me," he muttered as if lost in his own thoughts. Then his cold, mischievous gaze focused on you again, and he declared proudly, "All Might! All Might helped me to get into the hero program. Trust me. You will find that funny later on when you get to know me better," He laughed, triumphant.

You think you don't want to get to know him better, but part of your plan is to. The Ferris wheel continues to whirl around you, and the two of you are spinning just as fast, the sudden intensity between you becoming almost too much to bear. At that moment, everything seems to stand still. Even the Ferris wheel stops moving, and you know, you just know, that all the rumors and stories are true. All Might? What was that about? Another connection between Touya and Tenko is All Might. The Ferris wheel finally stopped, the moment still suspended in time, but you were soon brought back to reality as Touya extended a helping hand to you. A gentle reminder that all things come to an end. You stepped off the ride, ready to explore any potential link between them.

“Umm…Uh… I wanted to talk to you about something later. It has to do with what we've been discussing. Maybe tomorrow, if Tenko has me over," you say nervously.

"You're not heading back to our place tonight?" he asked, his voice laced with disappointment. You wished it wasn't so, but there was no denying the answer. You shook your head, allowing your feelings of guilt and shame to sink into the depths of your soul.

"I heard she's been living in a cybercafé," Shiori interjected. It's as if she appeared out of nowhere. Her words are like a slap in the face. The silence that descended at that moment was deafening, and you wished more than anything that you could disappear into thin air. Your shameful secret was out in the open. You had nowhere to hide.

"Is that true?" Tenko asked, appearing behind you. Tenko's expression shifted, his face turning steely as he faced Shiori and Touya. You could feel the tension in the air like a wave, ready to sweep you away and ruin any chance of a peaceful reunion. You bit your lip, trying to avoid Tenko and Touya's questioning gaze, dreading the moment he would discover the truth.

"I was going to tell you tonight. I got a hotel for us nearby," you say on the verge of tears. Avoiding the subject, you do not want to ruin tonight by having to turn down homing offers, like you are a lost pet.

"That's not a big deal. I have a place you can stay," Touya offers. You flinched as you tried to force out your words, tears streaming down your face instead. Tenko cut him off with a snarl and a dangerous glint in his eye.

"Shut up. I'll take care of my girl. Why don't you keep your damn bitch on a leash?" Tenko snarled as he dragged you off, fingertips digging painfully into your arm. Tenko's face contorted as he shot Shiori a piercing glare. You wanted to explain, but things felt so tense this seemed like the wrong time. Tenko's expression changed to one of desperation as he searched your face. "You got a hotel?" he repeated, his voice strained with emotion. "For us?" You nodded, and he eased his grip. Still guiding you to a long line.

Shiori sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Well, that was a definite bust for me," she said to Touya, her voice as light as a feather, feigning that rejection didn't hurt. Despite her despair, Touya offered her a reassuring smile.

"Not for me. My tutor told me, "Do not miscalculate the significance of heroes with remarkable abilities and the subtleties of deception. The effects of malicious intentions are a seed of destruction that will eventually manifest, yielding fruit and results." On that note, call the local hotels. Find the one they are staying at," Touya instructed.

"Separate beds and room service, or I'm not going along with this anymore. Tenko made it clear he doesn't want me," she remarked, perusing the local hotels in frustration. "I don't know why I accepted this in the first place."

Touya's voice crackled with impatience, instead of his usual smoky drawl, as he looked at Shiori, "Quit thinking. It's not your forte; no one put you in charge. Smile and do as I tell you. When I give you the signal, you pursue Ten. I want my little mouse to stop interfering. Trying to explain it all to you is an exhausting task. Money isn't an issue, so get whatever you please."

"I honestly don't know what you guys see in such a basic girl," Shiori grumbled furiously, her lackluster voice echoing in disbelief. A powerful blue bolt of flame suddenly rippled through the air in front of her eyes, bursting into a crescendo of searing light that stunned her, causing her to drop her phone and jump back. He issued a warning, and Shiori shuddered to see the real Touya.

"She is not basic. She could be the one to make my wildest dreams a reality. We'll separate those two," Tenko murmured to himself. Remembering how you refused him and saw the real him and stuck around, an evil grin spreads across his face. Watching where you had disappeared into the crowd while Shiori pouted.

"What are we doing here?" you asked. Tenko hands you the box, nervously mumbling that Shiori had suggested it, claiming it had a shorter line and he hoped you'd like it more. Taking it from him, you tentatively open the box and behold a veritable explosion of color. There it sits, the hefty, sweet mountain of sugary delight, with a single plastic fork waiting to be plunged deep into the swirling mass. "What is it?"

"A cotton candy burrito. It is filled with ice cream and candy wrapped in cotton candy," he rasped. Scratching his neck. He held up the romance manga, his finger tracing its dog-eared corners, a broad smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You raised your eyebrows quizzically, and he whispered as if he was about to share a great secret, "I heard the artist who drew this was here today." You gasped, realizing that this was your favorite Manga from home. Another sign that you shared something special with Tenko. He likes romance too.

You pick up the fork and take a bite. Lightning strikes and a spark erupts inside of you. You can't help but be filled with passion. It was that good. You look at Tenko and realize the gesture wasn't just for yourself. His love language, physical contact, and gifts. What you have with him is something deeper than anything you've ever experienced. Waves of guilt start to crash around you, struggling with your inner criticisms. Tenko throws up many red flags. Tenko is slyly peeking at you from his side eye through his hair to see your reaction. You grant Tenko a weak but warm smile. Tenko catches sight of it, and his entire body relaxes. It reminds you why you slowly started to feel something for him in the first place. He takes a step closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Can I have a bite?"

You playfully hide it from him, shoveling more into your mouth, "Hell no." you say. A sudden chill runs through you, causing your eyes to pop open. You clench your head and groan, "Brain Freeze!" Tenko chimes in all too quickly with, "Ah, karma."

You can't help but laugh. Even if you haven't learned your lesson, you still offer him a bite. He chews and swallows with a grimace and shakes his head. "It's not as good as yours," he mumbled, letting you eat the rest alone. You both get your Manga signed and even a handshake with a selfie. Apparently, Tenko does have money because this had to be pricey.

"You have always considered me!" You say spontaneously. You have to ask him now before you chicken out.

"What?" He questions, scratching himself.

"I noticed. That you go out of your way to treat me as an equal. I hate it. But I also love it. That's why I want to go on the Ferris wheel together," you choked, building your courage to say the next part. "And spend the night together," your voice turned pleading as you gazed deeply into his eyes. He gave you a perplexed look, his brow creasing lightly as he narrowed his eyes.

"Did he touch you?" he grits, scratching his neck harder. That threw you off.

"No. We went on the Ferris wheel to look for you." Which technically wasn't a lie. You fell all over Touya and stopped it from going further.

"Good." Tenko tenderly kissed your forehead, sending tiny shivers down your spine. His hand intertwined with yours, guiding you to the fateful Ferris wheel, a place that would offer a view and a promise of a lifetime. You whispered for him to pay extra yen for a longer ride. He pulled out a stack of yen, offering to spare no expense for an extra-long ride. He even bypassed the endless line, buying you the coveted view of the endless ocean at night. You hesitantly stepped into the shaky car, fully aware of the breathtaking view your eyes were about to behold.

You cling to Tenko nervously. Your heart thrums in your chest as you embrace Tenko tightly, "As much as I love this, why don't you buckle in?"

"There are seat belts!" you growl. Damn Touya , you think. The night is alive, and every second is drenched with tension and excitement.

"It's ok. You can hold onto me. I'm buckled in, so you will be safe," Tenko reassures. You cling to Tenko and feel the warmth of his embrace as his heartbeat thumps louder in his chest. He looks into your eyes, and you feel the weight of the world fall away. Knowing that what awaits will be worth the risk. In private, he is very captivating and sweet. He plays with your hair, his chin resting on your head, looking at the lights dancing off the ocean. The air is heavy around you with anticipation.

"There are supposed to be fireworks. I paid for us to get the best view," Tenko grinned. You tenderly brush away a few stray strands of his hair from his eyes, carefully taking in his beauty. His hair had grown longer than you ever remembered. You meet his gaze and are lost in his ruby eyes. The fireworks are the last thing on your mind.

"I want to go all the way tonight," you whispered, your words dripping with anticipation. An evil smile slowly spread across his cracked lips, promising things you could barely fathom. His voice was like silk as he spoke.

"Then we should get you ready," Tenko purred. Giving into your desires, you let him adjust you on his lap. His hand went up your skirt and slipped between your legs, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers teased your lips apart. Heat rushed through your body as his fingers stroked and massaged your delicate flesh. The night sky sparkles with stars and twinkling lights when suddenly the sky is alight with an array of colors as fireworks flash and boom in the background.

The Ferris Wheel stopped at the top, and your face flushed Tenko's finger caressed you tenderly. His expert touch elicits a gasp of pleasure from your trembling lips, and your body quivers in response to every intimate stroke of two of his fingers. Your eyes close, and your head tilts back in his chest as the sensations grow more intense, your breath quickening and your fingers gripping the edge of the seat and the shoulder of his jacket.

"No, no. Open your eyes. I want to see you cum with fireworks in your eyes." The energy around you seemed to spark like electricity as Tenko ordered you in a deep, husky growl. When you obeyed, your heart nearly stopped when you saw that he was biting his lip while studying you intently, with a fire in his ruby gaze. "Good girl," he breathed, and it felt like tiny fireworks were set off inside you when he added a third finger. Your fingers dig into the seat and shoulder.

"That hurts, Ten-chan," you whimper, tears pooling in your eyes.

"Shhh," he soothed as he ran his gentle fingers through your hair. "I know it does, but I'm very big. We have to take our time so I don't accidentally cause you more pain. I don't want to hurt you. Open your eyes and keep them on the sky." His breathing became labored as he spread his fingers. The fireworks burst in the sky, enveloping you in their cascading beauty. Tenko increased the pressure on your sweet spots. He spreads his fingers, and you groan, trying to squirm away from the intense stretching he is doing.

"You're too tight. Relax. You look exquisite. So wet," Tenko moaned. Suddenly you are swept away in a wave of pleasure. Tenko's fingers wildly explore your innermost depths, and your body becomes an electrified conduit of pure bliss. Your pussy clenching down on him, pushing his fingers out, he clenched his teeth. You cling to him tightly, a loud moan escaping your lips as the ecstatic waves of pleasure wash over you and the last of the fireworks dissipates into the night. You mewl and pant.

"Good job," he praised. Pulling his fingers from you, he began licking them clean as the Ferris wheel moved in its slow circle. When your climax began to subside, you took a few moments of peaceful bliss before sitting up, still feeling his digits in you. He leans in to kiss you, and you stop him with a raised hand.

"There's a story that you will get married if you kiss on the Ferris wheel," you pant. Tenko face contorted in anger.

"Would that be the worst thing?" He seethed. You shook your head and regretted it.

"No. It's just that we are a little young for that. Let's take our time," you answer. You have been scared of this ride from the very beginning about going to the festival. Your family legacy had left a bad taste in your mouth. Now, you didn't want to promise anyone a marriage. Tenko doesn't need to know that, you think. Tenko softened, pressing his mouth and cheek to the back of your hand, and you could almost feel the longing in the air. He didn't kiss you, though.

"Then we'll take our time," he smiles, "Let this just be a taste of what may come." Your heart races as the Ferris Wheel slowly moves. The anticipation is mounting as you ascend into the encircling heavens, watching the silhouettes of the stars and the moon cloaked in the night sky. He tenderly holds your hand, and you look into his eyes, filled with promise and hope of what may come. Words are forgotten. Only you and Tenko are suspended in a world of pure bliss. Your knees are weak, and you silently pray that the ground will stay still and solid beneath your feet. As the Ferris Wheel slowly stops, the memories of the extraordinary experience imprint on your heart forever, and you can't help but grin.

Tenko caught you before you stumbled, lifting you up and carrying you like his bride, no matter how much you protested. An undeniable passion blazed through his eyes, and as his lips pressed against yours, the flavors of your desire and his vape pen burst on your tongue. He pulled away, eyes burning with urgency, his chest heaving as he uttered, "Let's go to the hotel."

Unsurprisingly, you didn't argue as you wrapped your arms around his scarred neck.

#boku no hero academia tomura #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #tenko x reader #shimura tenko #tenko shimura #shigaraki x y/n #tenko x y/n

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— dear diary...: the worst confession.

back to the beginning (masterlist). / a brief intermission.

a/n: hi! omg we're done with the series...that's crazy...thank you all for being here and i hope you like the conclusion <3. this is kind of a monster n took me a lot of time to write and is also NOT BETA READ OR PROOFREAD so if there's mistakes my bad og. MWAH <3 also we don't find out how the letters are sent out but let's assume it's reader's little sister because i'm not creative enough to figure out sm else

wc: 4.78k

cw: none, just mildly suggestive stuff like twice. no outright smut, mostly toothrotting fluff and angst

summary: coming back to hawkins may have been the worst decision of your life.

This was the worst day of your life.

That title had previously been held by eighth grade picture day, when Michael Wheeler spilled chocolate milk all over your new white dress during breakfast.

Funny how that works.

You were wrong.

As soon as you get out of your mom’s car you’re frowning, the sight of a familiar black impala in the driveway next to yours making your heart heavy. He was home. You hoped he didn’t notice you were too, even if your mom had probably told Karen.

Unpacking your things was even more depressing; countless polaroids lined your walls, ones you’d been adding since you were little. The smiling faces of you, your friends, and your family tug on your heartstrings. You miss when you were younger and the only worry you had was whether Steve Harrington would be at the mall that day or not. You run a hand over them, fingers pausing over the ones dedicated to Max and Mike. Your heart hurts.

After a bit of unpacking and organizing (and a few small mental breakdowns), you decide that maybe a nap would do you good; you were starting to get annoyed by the constant sniffles.

It feels like the second you close your eyes Eleven, Will, and Dustin are bursting through your door, faces flushed and chests heaving like they’d ran here.

“Up, up! Wake up! Wake up, code red–” Dustin’s screaming and your eyes pop open, sitting up in your bed and rubbing at your eyes to try and assess the situation. Once you’re satisfied no one’s dead (which is the only reason they should be waking you up, as far as you’re concerned), you turn your murderous glare towards the curly haired boy, which seems to be the only way that gets him to shut up.

“Sorry,” He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with an open palm, “It’s just –”

“They found the letters.” El and Will say it in tandem, faces contorted in worry. You notice El’s fiddling with her fingers, something she only does when she’s nervous.

You swear you feel the entire room fall away – you’re launched into space and the world around you goes fuzzy.

You come to again and see your three friends looking over you, infinitely more worried than before. You distantly hear Dustin ask if they need to hide your body and you groan, a hand coming up to hold your now pounding head while the other swats him away from you.

“God, off, please, you’re smothering me –” You sit up slowly, running your hands down your face with a deep sigh. Of course this had to fucking happen now.

You pull one of your stuffed animals to your chest, pulling your knees up and practically curling in on yourself for some type of comfort, “Okay, so – slowly. They what?”

“The letters. They found them. We don’t know how, yet, but –” Will’s panicking more than you are (externally, anyway), his leg bouncing while he speaks.

“They all got them this morning. They asked us if we knew, and –” El spots your suddenly (even more) panicked expression and smiles fondly with a shake of her head, “I’m not mad. Don’t worry. Will explained everything to Dustin and I…”

“We’re so sorry,” It’s Dustin speaking now, his voice genuine. You know it’s bad when even he doesn’t want to make a joke, “But they all want to talk to you. The three of them, anyway.”

You know exactly who he’s talking about immediately. Your head dips down so you can scream into the plush bear. Was it too late to fake your death?

–

After lots of panicking, some yelling, and a bit of awkward clarifications (“Why the hell didn’t I get a letter?” “Dustin, you’ve been dating Suzie since we were like, thirteen.” “Oh. Yeah.”), the familiar sound of your doorbell rings throughout the house and the four of you look at each other like deer caught in headlights.

“Baby, Lucas is here to see you!” Your mom’s voice floats up the stairs and you feel your heart get caught in your throat. Fuck.

“Just – just send him up, mami!” You gulp down the lump in your throat and nod to the others, slowly rising from your bed and making your way towards the door. You let it click closed behind you, leaning back against the frame to take a deep breath. You can do this.

You smile as you watch Lucas ascend the stairs, handsome as always. He’s always been the one out of all of you with the most style and it shows, varsity jacket hanging around his shoulders and the coolest sneakers to match. You get why fourteen year old you had such a big crush on him.

“You’re back!” Is all Lucas can say once he gets to the landing, arms shooting out to wrap around you and bring you into one of the most suffocating bear hugs you’ve ever experienced. It’s the best feeling in the world.

You relax almost instantly, arms looping around him to hold him close, head resting on his shoulder. “I’m back,” You say through a laugh, tears brimming your eyes. You really missed him; he’d been the one to keep you sane for nearly four years, and a bond like that isn’t easily forgotten just by going to different schools.

You pull back and then you’re both silent for a few seconds; it feels like an eternity. You keep your head to the ground, too scared to look him in the eyes, and his hands are shoved into his jacket pockets – you’re both the picture of an awkward conversation.

But then you hear him laugh and you tilt your head up to look at him, eyebrows furrowed together.

“You feel butterflies in your tummy when I smile? Really?”

Your hands shoot up to cover your face, shaking your head in embarrassment and scrunching your nose, “God, really? I was fourteen! When you’re fourteen you’re always overdramatic!” Despite your words, you’re laughing, a full belly laugh that shakes your shoulders and makes your eyes crinkle up at the edges.

Lucas only chuckles with you, pulling you in for another hug and letting his head rest on top of yours. For a second, it’s just that – a comfortable silence, only pierced by periodic laughs.

He pulls away but keeps his hands on your shoulders, making sure you look up at him, “We’re okay, yeah? Promise. And – Max doesn’t care either. She’s got her own shit to sort out, but…” You know what’s coming next and you cringe. Shit.

“Talk to her soon, yeah? She’s home right now…” The boy trails off, averting his eyes for a second before turning back to you, face suddenly serious, “I’m not mad either. She wouldn’t tell any of us what the letter said, but it’s not really hard to figure out…I love you, yeah? Always.”

You smile, though this time it’s tinged with sadness. You didn’t think you were ever prepared to deal with this. You wished you’d had the choice of when to do so.

But you nod, trying to give him some form of reassurance even as the pit in your stomach grows, “Mhm – I love you too, Luc. Always.”

“Oh thank god–”

You hear a collective sigh from behind your door and roll your eyes. Lucas eyes you with a raised brow and you shake your head, pushing the door open and hearing the three behind it yell out various versions of ‘ow’.

“Nosy,” You chide, though your smile is fond, motioning towards Lucas to come into the room, “C’mon. I need a good pep talk if I’m ever stepping out of this damn house.”

—

You ended up requiring a bribe to leave your room – it came in the form of a strawberry milkshake Dustin made Lucas go get for you (after a lot of arguing as to why Dustin couldn’t drive yet).

The car ride to Max’s was mostly quiet. You told them that they could just wait outside for a bit, not wanting Max to think you brought all of them to listen; in reality, they were your only ride if things went south – which the knot in your stomach kept telling you they would.

You step out of the car with a heavy heart, ducking your head back in to address your friends, “If I'm not back in fifteen, assume I’ve killed myself and come get me. Thanks.”

The gravel road crunches under your sneakers as you make your way towards Max’s trailer, hands shoved in your jacket pockets and breath so shaky you can hear it. Once you finally reach her door you take a deep breath, slowly bringing your fist up to knock on the door. You can do this, you can do thi–

The door falls away from your hand and swings open. You jump back with a yelp, eyes widening and body tensing up.

“Sorry –” You’re met with a mess of red hair and a light smile, big blue eyes watching you in amusement, “You were taking really long. I heard you guys pull up – I’m not deaf, you know. Didn’t mean to scare you, though.”

Max pauses. Waits for you to laugh and tell her she’s fine. Realizes you’re not going to.

“Um –” She steps away from the door, motioning for you to come in, “Come in. Just – head to my room. Mom’s not home.”

You nod, gulping down the lump in your throat and walking towards your room looking like you’ve got your tail tucked between your legs. Unbeknownst to you she flips the car off, unable to stop the smile that curves her lips at the offended glares she gets back.

You perch yourself on the edge of her bed, entirely unlike the way you used to just plop down on it after school. You kick your legs out in an effort to distract yourself, hands kept neatly in your lap. Much too proper for Max’s taste. She eyes you from her place against her dresser, frowning slightly.

“Hey – who are you and where’s my best friend?” Her words come out playful – trying to be, anyway, but it just makes you realize how shitty the situation is, “Let her out for a bit, please? College couldn’t have changed you that much.”

You sigh, eyes flicking up to meet hers with a sad smile, “Hi, Maxie.”

“There she is,” The redhead can’t help but grin, pushing herself off of her dresser to sit next to you on the bed. She knocks her shoulder against yours, “I missed you, y’know. You didn’t even come back for Christmas. You love Christmas. And I didn’t know why, but after reading the letter…” It seems she has to steel herself before speaking, “It wasn’t ‘cause of me, right?”

Your eyebrows immediately scrunch together and you shake your head vigorously, eyes widening, “No! No – god, no, Maxie, it wasn’t you. It could never be you –” You grab her hands in yours, marveling at how soft they are and trying to put on a reassuring smile, “I promise, okay? I just … needed to be away. This place smothers me.”

She nods, and then a silence falls over the room. You’re both staring at your shoes, wondering where to go from here. The contents of the letter hangs over the both of you like an uncomfortably weighted blanket.

“Frisco’s really nice during Christmas, you know–” It’s a way to bring it up without bringing it up, “I’m glad I chose the university there…you’d really like it.”

“I’m sure I would –” You don’t look at her but you can hear the smile in her voice, “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but – for what it’s worth, nothing you felt was…wrong. I felt the same. I was just scared, and – you know I hate being scared.”

Your head actually does lift up this time, looking at her in disbelief. You’re so angry at the hope that stabs through your heart you almost shut down again.

But you can’t keep running away from this.

“You did?”

“Mhm, I did,” Max meets your eyes, nodding. Her smile is sad and her eyes are watery. Your heart hurts – Max never cries, “I think that’s why I told you first. You’re the only one I felt comfortable enough with…but then you left, and I really only had Will to relate to.”

“I’m so–”

“Shhh,” She shakes her head, finger pressed against your lips. It surprises you enough that you actually listen, “You didn’t do anything wrong, okay? We were kids. And I’m gonna keep that letter forever, just so you know – it’s special to me. And nothing’s gonna take that away.”

You feel hot tears stream down your face. You hadn’t even realized they were forming.

“I wanna give you something, okay? As a welcome back gift. Maybe a bit of closure.”

You’re confused, but you nod, stock still while you wait for her to go grab whatever gift it was, expecting to see a bag or something.

But then you feel her soft hands cup your face, cold skin cooling your burning cheeks. She’s pulling you closer; your eyes go wide and you try to move back.

“B-but – Maxie, Lucas –”

She laughs again, and the furrow of your brows only gets deeper. What the hell was happening?

“He said I could do this. He figured it would help us both…accept ourselves, or something. I don’t know. He’s oddly supportive,” Max shrugs, the picture of nonchalance, but her hands on your cheeks are shaking. She’s scared, “We – we don’t have to. I just thought you might want–”

“Do it, Maxie–” Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper, “Kiss me. Please.”

She surges forward, your confirmation all she needs to press her lips to yours. It’s soft, but there’s so much passion behind it – years of pent up feelings bubbling back to the surface. It’s everything you ever thought it would be and more, your body immediately melting into hers. Your hands steady themselves on her waist, trying to hold you up. You swear you could faint.

It takes a bit before she pulls away – there’s no tongue and no touching, but it somehow feels more intimate, just your lips moving together and trying to say everything you both never could. When she pulls away you’re both breathing heavily, and your eyes are glassy. You feel dizzy.

You both stare at each other for a second, smiling like maniacs. And then you start laughing, girlish giggles similar to the ones you shared when you used to talk about boys with El. The weight on your shoulders gets just a bit lighter.

“Better?” She asks between laughs.

“Much.” You nod, lunging forward to tackle her in a hug. You’d missed her so much.

“Aye, tiger, be careful –” Max giggles, fiery hair splayed out on the sheets behind her. She looks so pretty, you think, but the heartache is gone. It’s just wistfulness, now. A bittersweet feeling.

She looks at you with raised eyebrows and a wide smile, “You wanna sleep over?”

You nod eagerly, toothy grin matching hers. You guys stay there for a second, hugging and cuddling like old times. It feels like you’re a little high schooler again.

“Did she kill herse– woah, jesus – when I said you guys could kiss, I didn't mean to go this far!” Lucas’s voice pierces the silence and you immediately roll off of Max, shaking your head.

“We’re clothed! Oh my god, we’re clothed–”

“...You told them they could kiss?” Dustin’s voice is laced with judgment, matched by Eleven and Will’s scrunched up faces.

“Oh my god, yes, Dustin, I’m a supportive boyfriend –” Lucas shoots back, removing his hand from covering his eyes, “God. Don’t scare me like that again, I almost regretted it–”

The four of them stop, then, taking the two of you in. Your smiling faces and glinting eyes.

“All good?” El asks, silently cheering inside that she has her best friends back.

“All good.” You and Max say it at the same time, nodding – before turning to each other and laughing, “Jinx.”

“Good.” Will says, clasping his hands together – that was two out of three, and you probably wouldn’t even have to deal with the third until tomo–

“Hello? Hellooooo?” The static voice of Michael Wheeler sounds through the old walkie on Max’s desk and you swear your heart drops into your ass. Fuck.

You all look at each other with panicked eyes, mouths agape.

“Earth to Max’s house. Look, you don’t have to answer, but – tell y/n to come talk to me? I know you’re all there, I asked her mom. Mike, over and out.”

“God, why does he still say that?” Max shakes her head, a look of disgust on her face.

“No clue – it’s stupid, right? I keep telling him it’s stupid,” Will shrugs, matching Max’s face.

They all look at you, then, and another silence falls over the room. This time it’s filled with dread, and you’re reminded of the remaining weight pushing you down.

Max looks at you with a soft, sad smile, her hand on your shoulder; you feel El’s smaller one on the other side.

“Guess no sleepover today.” You sigh, clasping your hands together before putting on a fake upbeat tone, “I’m gonna need another milkshake to get through it. Ice cream, anyone?”

—------

The five of you pull up to your house sipping milkshakes, your own already half done. Anxiety sipping.

You notice Mike’s impala isn’t in the driveway and your shoulders collapse in an odd sense of relief. Maybe you would be able to wait until tomorrow. At least then you could prepare.

“Want us to wait?” Max asks, expression concerned.

You shake your head, offering up a smile to your friends – it’s the opposite of reassuring, but they know you’re trying, “M’good. I’ll call you guys in the morning, yeah? Be by the phone.”

They all nod; your legs feel like lead when you get out of the car. They wait until you get in the door to drive away, and you watch them leave, processing how for the first time since all of this happened, you’re alone. Well and truly.

There’s a note on your bed from your mom when you get in your room: ‘Mike was over. Why haven’t you talked to him? Your dad and I are going to the casino tonight, so don’t wait up. We might not be home. Please don’t shut yourself in your room, okay? We love you. – Mom.’

You sigh, setting the note on your bedside table and plopping yourself down on your bed with an ‘oof’. You hate when she’s right.

You have about ten seconds of peace before you start hearing tapping at your window – it’s inconsistent and it sounds like hail. You know what it is immediately.

You walk over, parting your pink curtains and shoving your window up, narrowly dodging a rock in the process, “You know you’re supposed to stop when you see me at the window, right?”

“I didn’t see you!” The dark haired boy below you is whisper-yelling, looking at the handful of rocks in his hand before dropping it in embarrassment, “I thought I’d have to bring the boombox out or something, you’ve been ignori–”

“I’m not ignoring you!” You lie, irritation lacing your voice, “Just – come in, okay? I’ll go down and let you in, you’re going to get a co–”

Mike nods, already getting ready to scale the ladder at the side of your window before he registers you’ve stopped talking, looking down with a raised brow. He looks up with scrunched features, shaking his hair out of his face, “What?”

“They’re not home, stupid. Come through the front door.” You shake your head, shoving your windowsill down and closing your curtains again.

Shit, shit, shit.

It’s all you can think while you walk downstairs, taking two steps at a time before swinging open the front door. You’re greeted by the sight of Mike Wheeler, all lanky limbs and dumb doe eyes. You want to hit him.

“You weren’t supposed to be home.” You start, frowning.

“Wha–”

“Your car. It wasn’t in the driveway.”

“It’s in the garage. I figured you’d run if you saw it.”

God. You hate how well he knows you.

“Well – come in. The bugs are going to eat you alive out there.”

You step away from the door, gesturing for him to walk in. You’re already walking up to your room when you realize he isn’t moving, turning, “Are you going to follow me or not?”

“Oh, ri – yeah, yeah, cool –” He’s nearly tripping over himself to catch up to you, following you up the stairs like a lost puppy.

You settle yourself on the edge of your bed, feet kicking while you wait for him to figure out where he’s gonna go. Mike decides on your desk chair, gingerly picking up the stuffed animal that had been perched on it and holding it close in his lap. He knew better than to be mean to them.

“So –” You begin, hoping that if you act dumb this would be easier, “What did you need to talk to me about? Is it because I wasn’t answering your letters? I was just bus–”

“It’s about a letter, yeah, but you know it’s not about those ones,” Mike shoots back quickly, eyebrows raised in a knowing look. It shuts you up, gives him a bit more confidence to say what he does next.

“You’re in love with me?”

You have to breathe deeply. This sucks. You’d hidden it for years and it had to come out like this? You feel hot embarrassment flush your body and you try to deny it at first.

“I wrote that over a year ago–”

“And then you left and didn’t talk to me for that next year, so consider us back right where we left off. Are you in love with me, y/n?”

You contemplate lying. Or jumping out of the window and killing yourself. Both sound lovely right now.

But then you look up and meet his gaze – it’s one of a desperate man whose entire world seems to have fallen apart in the last week. One who needs reassurance.

And just like that, you feel yourself fold. You never were good at hiding things from him.

So you nod, the tears you thought you weren’t hydrated enough to produce welling up in your eyes, falling down into your lap.

“I–I am, Mikey. Always have been, you read it–” You sniffle, a sorrowful smile on your face. You don’t think you’ve ever been this embarrassed in your life.

“I–”

“Don’t. Please? Don’t try and let me down easy, or something, or say ‘it’s not you, it’s me’, just – just forget it? We can move on like it never happened, I swear–”

“Jesus, let me talk, will you?” He strides towards you in what seems like a flash, big hands cupping your cheeks and gently pulling your head up to meet his eyes, “You never let me talk.”

You nod, trying not to meet his gaze. Every time you blink another tear falls against his skin and you mumble a sorry, but then he’s shushing you, thumbs wiping at your tears.

“You look pretty when you cry,” Mike murmurs it under his breath but it’s loud enough for you to hear, and your teary eyes go wide for what feels like the twentieth time today. Pretty?

“You’re so dumb,” He continues, shaking his head and chuckling a bit while he pushes a strand of hair from your forehead. His voice is so soft, his touch so gentle. You feel yourself nuzzle your head into his hand, leaning into his touch. It’s addictive.

“I love you too,” It’s those words that make your breath hitch. You feel like you’re having a heart attack, your heart beating out of your chest and your stomach doing somersaults. He loves you too?

“And I wish you would have told me sooner. By the time El came around I figured you didn’t like me – don’t look at me like that, I was twelve,” He rolls his eyes, knowing that even if you aren’t talking you’d figure out a way to judge him somehow, “And then by the time we broke up, you were gone…they’d taken you. That’s how I saw it, anyway–”

He sighs, pulling you closer so your head is resting against his stomach, lean muscle underneath more comforting than you remember. His hands rub circles and trace shapes into your shoulders, your back, remembering how much it used to soothe you.

“And then when I finally realized that maybe I should get off my ass and do something, you were gone.”

Mike pauses, laughing almost bitterly to himself, “Wanna know a secret?”

When you nod against him he smiles to himself, “I figured it out that night, too. In my room. When I said you were my number one girl I wasn’t lying – haven’t even looked at anyone since then. Everyone else just started to look like you. – Look at me, please?”

You pull back, eyes glossy with tears, puffy and red. One of his thumbs strokes your cheek, his own voice sounding choked up, “There she is. You’re so pretty…god, we lost a lot of time, didn’t we?”

You continue looking up at him and he laughs, this time paired with a shake of his head, “You can talk now, nerd.”

“Finally, God, that was the worst – don’t you know not letting me talk is t-torture?” You glare up at him through your tears, bottom lip jutted out in a pout. He thinks it’s the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

“Can –” You hiccup, sniffle a little, “Can you kiss me now? If I have to go through any more embarrassing confessions today, I’m going to pass out from emotional exhaustion. I just wanna skip to where we’re happy and you’re my boyfriend.”

Mike rolls his eyes at you but nods, unable to stop the grin on his features, “We can do that. One question, though –”

You tilt your head in confusion, brow raised but still encouraging him to continue.

“My big doe eyes? My big hands? My shaggy hair? You were kinda whipped, huh?”

“Oh my god, shut up shut up, if you don’t kiss me in two seconds I’m going to punch y–”

And then you feel the soft press of slightly chapped lips against you. You taste the cotton candy chapstick he’d never stopped buying after you gave one to him when you were twelve. You finally understand what movies and books mean when they say fireworks went off after a kiss. Everything feels right, and Mike’s tongue sliding against yours feels like the most natural thing in the world. The way you both inch up the bed until he’s hovering above you feels like it was meant to happen, and the way you press your noses together and giggle feels long overdue. That weight on your shoulders falls away completely.

It’s perfect.

–

“Virgin still? Blink once for yes and twice for no,” Your hand shoots out to smack Dustin’s cap off of his head, rolling your eyes when he shouts ‘hey! No violence!’.

“None of your business, Henderson – what me and my boyfriend do is confidential.” Your words are met with a groan from the rest of the group – except for El and Will, who only give you happy smiles. They haven’t seen you this happy in a long time. You hadn’t stopped referring to Mike as your boyfriend for the entire day, too high on the adrenaline of finally being able to call him yours (and being newly deflowered).

You hadn’t had a movie night with your friends in the Wheeler’s basement in a long, long time. You’re mad at yourself for thinking you hadn’t missed it.

“He might be your boyfriend, but does he have great hair and really big muscles?” Steve interjects, flexing his arm and letting his hand squeeze the muscle that bulges out.

“Oh, or really pretty blue eyes?” Nancy smirks, eyebrows raised.

“But is he, like, the total package? Cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the kids?” Jonathan grins while he walks down the stairs, his arm draping over Nancy’s shoulders easily.

Your hands shoot up to cover your face and you curl up into Mike’s side, shaking your head fervently and squealing, “Stop it! Oh my god, you guys suck, I was a baby! Those don’t count!”

The sounds of breathless laughter fills the room and you peek through your fingers to look at all of your friends, for once feeling like you don’t have to run away from them. Like maybe you could stay a while.

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