#((IM A DAY LATE SWEATS BUT HEY THIS GOOD BOY DESERVES LOVE ALL THE TIME))

[burnedbyshoto]

kacchan, kaacchan, kaachan

— “Your real fucking Kaa-chan is going to fuck your brains out and make sure that you can’t say that stupid fucking nickname to Bakugou without getting hard and remembering what I’m about to do to you, Deku,” you practically snarled into Izuku’s ear as you rut the silicone veined cock between his ready, supple cheeks. “Now, what’s my fucking name?”

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pairing: midoriya izuku x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, mommy kink, dom!reader, sub!izuku, pegging, jealous!reader, degradation, anal fingering, begging, crying, marking and biting, best friends(?) bkdk

word count: 6,520

a/n: I have transcended. im sorry, this is now my favorite fic. im... ohhh mama, I just froth at this idea so much, please if you aren’t so utterly disgusted by mommy kink or bkdk pray you read this. p l e a s e.

kinktober day 13 main kink: pegging | kinktober masterlist

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“I fucking hate them,” you growled, temples throbbing in your anger, fingers clutching your drink. “I’m going to kill Izuku and his stupid fucking Kacchan.”

You met Midoriya Izuku before high school. At the time, you had been a sweating, nervous middle schooler who was applying for Yuuei, who was sitting right next to him during the entrance exam. Despite the way your hands were shaking the entire time you were taking the test, and the way your stomach felt seconds from exiting your abdominal cavity and falling straight onto your lap, you smiled. You kept watching the green-haired boy next you continue to fanboy over the smallest of things. 

Through this, you had also met Bakugou Katsuki. You had initially thought the two of them were friends, well with the rather weird nicknames they had for each other, and then the small disgruntled comment on not being able to work together with friends. 

After being dismissed to go change out of your school uniforms, you had tapped on the green-haired boy. He was muttering a storm under his breath. He wasn’t much taller than you, and his green eyes were shot wide when you thanked him for making you less nervous. He didn’t say anything back to you, a red blush bright on his face as you wished him luck before racing off.

So on the first day of high school, on the fated orientation day, you had been surprised to see that Midoriya and Bakugou nearly fought. They weren’t friends, you quickly figured out, a small frown on your face as Aizawa-sensei dropped Bakugou from his capture weapon. It didn’t take much for you to become friends with the initially timid, but entirely confident Midoriya Izuku. The two of you were fast friends, and before long after watching countless times where Midoriya and Bakugou would be at each other's throats to only be okay within the next few hours.

It confused you entirely.

Eventually, one day on your way home together one night, you finally asked Midoriya.

Midoriya had frowned, his eyes looking out of the speeding window as he slowly explained his relationship with Bakugou to you. He explained that he and Bakugou were childhood friends, having first met when they were three years old. They had been good friends, best friends if it was possible to have one back then. Then, their quirks appeared, and Bakugou received endless praise and awe — it was a changing point in their relationship since Midoriya explained that he was a rare individual who only manifested his quirk within the last few years. So while Bakugou had never put him down for being quirkless, a single moment happened when they were about six years old, wandering in a gated woods area, and Midoriya went to see if Bakugou — who had fallen from a great height — was okay. From that moment on, something flipped inside Bakugou, and he lashed out. He smiled sadly, admitting without a lick of doubt that Bakugou was a jerk to him, a real asshole.

As if to save Bakugou from an ill opinion from you, Midoriya quickly imputed that Bakugou was still one of the lesser antagonizers he had in middle school and at the end of grade school. Most of his other classmates had been his bigger bullies. Still, because Bakugou was just different to both him and the school as a whole, the few times he antagonized Midoriya, it seemed to wave into ripples that turned into tsunami wave crashes. Midoriya had explained that he had gone too far in a single instance and that it still hurt thinking about it. He would like an apology from Bakugou but didn’t know how or if it would happen. After all, Bakugou hadn’t bullied or antagonized him at all for the last full year.

You had taken it all in, watching the small green-haired boy look both sad and determined as the metro pulled into your station.

“You still want to be friends with him, huh?” you asked, ignoring the people clambering out and in of the vehicle. 

Midoriya had looked at you with wide eyes and his teeth bitten, swollen lips pressed into a flat line, his head dropping, “Is it weird that I do?”

Chuckling, you shook your head, moving to leave the metro, “A little, you guys definitely will have to put some work into it, but hey, as long as you know that he’s done you wrong before, I think you deserve to find out if you two can make it work again.”

That had happened at the end of your first month of school.

At the end of your second year of school, you had confessed your feelings to Midoriya Izuku, who thankfully, returned your feelings.

At the end of your third year of school, you had watched with bright eyes and a great smile as your boyfriend hugged his childhood friend Bakugou Katsuki as the graduation streamers and confetti still swirled in the air. You and your entire group of female friends, who for the past two years had been trying to get both boys to confess that they were best friends with each other, seemed to have succeeded. They had obviously been friends by the end of the first year; both boys have gotten to speak on their many different feelings and thoughts at the end of the first year. But it had taken seven girls, two more years, and a late-night discussion between you and Izuku for you to figure out that no matter what happened with his relationship with his Kacchan, he would be at peace with it. He had chased him for so long, for such crazy lengths and obstacles that the moment when they found peace, he had accepted it.

But you knew what would happen if you had gotten the ever so annoying, permanent tsundere of Bakugou Katsuki to admit where the lengths of their friendship were at currently. You had guessed correctly because Izuku was absolutely sobbing as Bakugou hugged him. It could have been an awkward moment between them. The two of them never touched one another unless it was because they were roughhousing, training, or assisting one another in the middle of a fight. But your heart warmed at the sight of your boyfriend, entirely built and tall as he was now, blushing as he still does, scarred fingers and arms holding his Kacchan tight, the happy tears on his face rushing down his cheeks as Bakugou seemed to be blinking up a storm.

You have succeeded.

Best friends, you squealed internally, grabbing the girls and walking away to take some photos together. You had finally gotten them to admit that they were best friends again.

It should have made you happy, and for a while, it did make you glad to know your loving boyfriend was over the moon happy to have this small detail confirmed with him, but two years post-graduation, it was straight up annoying and made you somewhat... livid. 

It started when your classmates began to whisper about how strong you were to let Izuku and Bakugou be that close. Then reporters asked about how you felt about the Wonder Duo’s relationship outside of the field. Fans straight up saying that they liked them better than you and Izuku, fans asking if you felt lesser than Ground Zero in Pro Hero Deku’s life. At first, you had always expressed your truths, you didn’t care what others thought because you knew the truth, but they must have been annoying you for so damn long that you were beginning to feel doubtful, just the tad bit anxious. 

Izuku had asked if you wanted to go to a bar for a night of some drinking. Well, with the both of you not having work tomorrow, you had agreed. It had been a while since the two of you had been able to do anything. So a night at the bar the two of you frequented a lot was a great start to a long night the two of you were undoubtedly going to have if the lace panties under your skirt had anything to say about it. You thanked the gods of every deity every night for making your boyfriend such a stupid pervert that a single whisper of what you were wearing would have him turning red and stumbling out of the bar to get you home immediately.

Well, that was the plan.

But no, nope, nope, nope, nope.

In the middle of your flirting session with Izuku, who still could not keep up with your quick, slick tongue, his phone had rung. It wasn’t abnormal that it went off, he was an incredibly gifted hero, and with his recent sort of permanent team up with his Kacchan to form a hero duo, they were hot shit.

But it wasn’t a work call.

No, it took two seconds to figure that out because Izuku had placed his phone to his ear, his cheeks pink, and eyes sparkling as he immediately chirped out: “Kacchan! Hi!”

And just like that, your flirtatious mood had been stomped on and stabbed over into one of annoyance.

Your boyfriend was a hero otaku; that was something you knew the very moment you met him when both of you were merely fifteen. From that moment on, when your crush was formed on the excitable, blushing otaku, you knew that should you become his girlfriend, there would only be two people above you.

Midoriya Inko then All Might.

Both of those people were completely understandable.

Inko was the best mother in the world, and as Izuku’s most significant and first support system, you didn’t mind losing out to her. She was a fucking sweetheart, after all.

All Might was a slightly annoying one, but as your boyfriend's mentor and father figure, you understood. Plus, the scrawny man was also a sweetheart who flustered over Izuku almost as much as Inko did.

But, you didn’t and couldn’t believe that Bakugou ‘Kacchan’ fucking Katsuki would be challenging your place as third in the most critical person in Midoriya Izuku’s life. You wouldn’t sit idly by on it.

Taking another long, deep chug of the heavy in alcohol percentage drink in your hand, your anger seemed to be at an all-time high. 

Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan.

That stupid fucking nickname seemed to pour like liquid gold from Izuku’s mouth.

Kacchan this, Kacchan that, Kacchan yes, Kacchan no.

You knocked back yet another fucking drink, slamming the glass onto the bar counter, demanding another one as Izuku’s deep stupid voice seemed to turn airy as he laughed at something Bakugou Katsuki said. Bakugou Katsuki, who didn’t ever tell jokes because everything he said was stupidly not funny and hated being not serious even for a single second, was making your stupidly thick, built, and strong boyfriend giggle like a schoolgirl. Izuku only laughed like that around you?!

Oh, fucking, no, you realized, your back straightening, your eyes blazing into Izuku’s side profile that still illuminated the deep, intensity of his blinding happy smile. 

“Kacchaaannn!” Izuku suddenly whined, his lips pressing into a pout that wouldn’t form because of his stupid, irritatingly handsome smile. “That’s not fair!”

Growling under your breath, you grabbed the new drink presented to you by the bartender and began chugging.

Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan.

Kacchan, Kaacchan, Kaa-chan.

You spluttered, your head light and fuzzy with the inhibiting alcohol as you heard Izuku still rambling on the phone to his dumb fucking Kacchan.

‘Did he just?’ you thought, entirely unprepared for that name to whisper from his mouth.

Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan.

You stopped a broken moan from spilling from your mouth at that word. Despite the coursing alcohol in your veins and the way it typically made you hornier slower, that slightly whiny, entirely Izuku’s tone when he said what your horny brain to be interpreting as Kaa-chan, your panties became wet immediately.

“Izuku,” you breathed — almost whined — into his ear. Your chest pressed against his muscled arm—your mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses to the back of his ear before biting down on his earlobe. 

“Y-Y-Yes, y/n?” Izuku stammered, his face flushing, mind entirely lost at the feeling of your breasts pressing onto his arm and probably his stupid Kacchan’s voice in his other ear. 

“I’m wearing those panties you really, really like,” you moaned softly into his ear, your teeth nibbling on his earlobe.

You never heard Izuku hang up so quickly on his Kacchan as he downed his drink and quickly followed after you, a puppy at your heels.

The two of you made it home, mouths pressing fervently together, fingers in each other’s hair and clothes. You giggled when you managed to push your much larger boyfriend into the door the moment you both managed to enter your apartment. 

His scarred fingers had invaded the underneath of your skirt, already pressing his fingertips to the lacey fabric. He moaned against your mouth, his hands pervertedly gripping your full ass in his large, hot palms. 

“Call me Kaa-chan,” you suddenly moaned, your mouth tearing away from Izuku’s reveling in the fact that he tried to chase after your mouth. It was at moments like this that being so much smaller than your skyscraper of your boyfriend helped — the third year of high school had made your entire male classmates grow an additional near one hundred centimeters, fucking ridiculous. 

“W-What?!” Izuku spluttered, his eyes wide but still entirely glazed over with his lust.

“Kaa-chan,” you slur, the alcohol in your veins and his kisses on your lips, making your brain mush. “Call me, Kaa-chan, please!”

“I-I can’t? I’m not going to call you, Kacchan! T-That’s so weird? You don’t even look like him, and even if you did, I’m sure that would be entirely not okay! That’s Kacchan’s nickname, and for me to just use it in bed would make me think that I’m having sex with Kacchan, and I bet you’d agree about how not okay that would be! Imagine that! That would be not okay, but if there’s anything else you want me to call you in bed, although, you do have the best reactions to me whenever I call you—” Izuku rambled, his eyes searching the dark hallway for something to focus on. His face red with slight humiliation and his muttering tongue speeding so fast you could barely keep up with his sentences with your drunken brain. 

“Not Kacchan,” you roll your eyes, your hands pressed to his side, trapping him between your arms — something that was a hilarious sight. “Kaa-chan, Izuku-chan, Kaa-chan.”

“O-Oh.”

You pulled away from the wall, your eyes bright with what you thought would finally be the tipping point in your biggest kink finding a spot in your sex life with Izuku.

But Izuku begins laughing, his head shaking quickly, the laughter so loud that you watch literal tears form in his eyes as he stands there. Your cunt suddenly feels dry.

“I-I can’t do that,” Izuku finally manages to press through, his hand on his stomach as small laughs still manage to breakthrough. “Oh, god, no, I can’t. I’ll always think of Kacchan when — if I call you kaa-chan.”

Your lips pressed together, anger flushing through your blood as you nod your head once.

“Fine.”

“Y-Y/n!” Izuku bawks, his eyes wide as he quickly understood that he hurt your feelings with that outburst of his. “W-Wait, I mean—”

“No need,” you cement over, lips pursed in your shaking anger. “Give me some time alone, please.”

Izuku can only watch with wide, tearful eyes as you guide him out of your apartment, and you don’t look at him when you close the door, too afraid of what those puppy dog eyes would do to you. You needed time after being laughed at like that; your pride demanded it.

.

..

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It took less than five hours for you to forgive Izuku. He had stayed in the hallway of your apartment. Sitting outside of your door, waiting for you to message him of some sort about wanting to talk. You hadn’t precisely forgiven him, just wouldn’t allow your more often than not perfect boyfriend to be trapped outside, sleeping in a terrible position on your day off. So at nearly two am, your eyes refusing to close and fall asleep, you trudged to your front door and demanded he gets in or else he’d sleep in the hallway.

Izuku had looked up at you with tired, sad eyes, and your throat tightened as you looked away with a huff. He had gotten to his feet and walked into your apartment, kissing you softly as the door closed behind the two of you. Despite you having been the one to kick him out earlier, he carried you to your room as you began to cry again. He undressed to just his boxers, and the two of you cuddled each other before the both of you fell asleep, feeling slightly better.

Although you hated to admit it, everything was back to normal the following morning.

Well, that is until the fateful day when you were straddled across Izuku’s waist, his thick, long cock stretching you out as much as it felt that first time you fucked, riding him until his hands left bruising prints on your hips. You knew what made Izuku tick, moan, and go absolutely feral in bed; you knew him so well, and if the indicating throbbing of his swollen cock had anything to say, was that he was seconds from cumming.

Again, this was a fateful day.

His work phone suddenly screeched at the nightstand, and you both screamed at the horror.

What was happening?!

Not bothering to unmount from his cock, Izuku grabbed his phone and placed it to his ear.

“Hello, Deku, speaking!”

You pouted from on top of him, still rather pleased that his cock was still firm within you, and you watched his face, ready to send the blood in his cock right back to his head and get him out the front door if it was an emergency.

“K-KACCHAN?! THIS ISN’T AN EMERGENCY!” Izuku screamed, his face pounding red as his free arm collapsed over his eyes.

You were going to kill motherfucking shithead, Bakugou Katsuki.

Your eyes narrowed, and with the fury of being cockblocked by your boyfriend's stupid best friend in a whole new way, you began to shift your hips against his cock. Your hips rising and falling as you continued to fuck Izuku, uncaring that he was on the phone.

Izuku, never having been good at being secretive, let out a strangled choke and a moan, his hand thrown over his eyes trying to get a solid hold on your hips to keep you from fucking yourself against him. He froze, his face exploding with heat the moment you forcibly clenched around his thick length, “I-I-I’m at y/n’s apartment! Kacchan! NO! We were having sex!”

Rolling your eyes, you knew he was going to blab that secret out.

“We are having sex right now, K-Kacchan!” Izuku whimpered, downright hilarious of the brick wall of a pro hero could do. “Kacchan, that’s not fair! You called on my emergency-only phone! Of course, I was going to pick up!”

Red bled into your vision as you realized that Bakugou undoubtedly was talking shit about your ability to fuck your own boyfriend. 

“Kacchan!” Izuku groaned again, but you were far past the point of being okay with this situation.

Grabbing the phone from Izuku’s hand, you slammed the phone to your ear, listening to the chortling laughter of Bakugou fucking Katsuki.

“You fucking piece of fucking shit, try calling this number again without a proper fucking emergency next time, and I’ll kill. you!” you spat into the phone, your blood boiling as the laughter on the other side of the line stopped, only for you to be met with an irritated and challenge-accepted growl of Bakugou Katsuki, who was seconds from responding back with his own threat and challenge. But you hung up, chucking the phone into the corner of the room before setting your sight on Izuku who’s eyes and pupils were blown wide.

You couldn’t even begin to process that your words had turned Izuku on; you could barely feel his throbbing, twitching cock buried deep in your womb because your inner walls held a vice, unbreakable grip on him. Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan. You had finally heard that stupid fucking nickname in bed, and still, the way it was said and who it was for wasn’t for you, and you were absolutely frothing.

“Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan,” you spit out, fury and animosity, your hips still slamming down on his cock, Izuku’s scarred hands once again reaching for your waist. “Is there any other fucking name you can ramble in bed?!”

Izuku cries out, his hips snapping up to meet yours, the echoing slap of your meeting sexes still not loud enough to tune out your angry, abhorrent thoughts. 

“N-No?!” Izuku stammers out, confusion heavy on his tongue, and you know why, but you don’t care. “I-I-I don’t! What else am I supposed to sayyyy oh my god, baby! What am I supposed to call Kacchan?!”

A cold shiver runs down your spine, and you smile slowly. You wait for green eyes to open and lock on you before your smile becomes cunning, altogether ferocious, and biting as your hand reaches out and grabs the curls at the nape of his neck. You yank on the hair towards you, watching as his neck arches, and you coo at the breathless gasp that spills from his mouth as your lips are at his ear, his cock threatening to slip out of your boiling cunt at this new angle. There’s a growl on your tone, your lips brushing against the soft cartilage of his ear. “Say Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan. Since you fucking want your damn fucking Kacchan so badly that you can’t even indulge in my little nickname, I’ll make sure to ruin the damn fucking nickname for you forever.”

You pull away, your hissing words sitting heavy in his ears as you slip off his cock and stumble to the closet for your toys. 

Izuku lets out a needy noise, his breaths pathetic gasps as he looks at you and away, unable to fully comprehend just what you were planning on doing to him.

Slamming open the closet, you grab the plastic tinted box in the closet, throwing it open and grabbing three items.

One: your pretty green harness. 

You had bought at a sex shop store you frequent whenever you were bored and alone. About six months ago, this particular sex shop had obtained rights to sell Pro Hero styled lingerie and sex toys. This harness was modeled after Izuku’s costume, and you bought it to surprise him with whenever you two got into pegging.

Two: the bottle of lube.

Also purchased from the sex shop. Apparently, it was a lube that was both super cold and hot — obviously modeled after Todoroki. It would start off as cold on the skin before warming up to temperatures that were guaranteed to make people shriek and moan like porn stars.

And last, but definitely not least, your ace up your sleeve: the strap on dildo.

At the same sex shop, they had released a limited quantity, a one-week available dildo that was nearly impossible to accept was a thing. Along their wall of many, many different shapes and sizes of dildos had sat seven limited dildos made from the cocks of pro heroes.

One of which being Ground Fucking Zero: Bakugou Katsuki.

You’re not sure what possessed you into buying it, but you did. The dildo modeled after Bakugou’s own cock was now something you possessed, something you hid from Izuku’s sight at all times. The cock was about eight, nearly nine inches, maintaining a fat, swollen head and base, with thick veins running through its length. 

The dildo itself was completely minimalist, jet black with only the Ground Zero’s logo painted to the bottom of the curve, but if you were to do this, Izuku wouldn’t know it was his best friend's cock until you were done with him. 

Throwing your legs through the harness, you turn your head to lock eyes with Izuku’s bright eyes that are taking in your every move. You fasten the ties, making them just a tad bit tight around your thighs and waist because you knew that Izuku loved seeing the divot in your skin. 

Your eyes are peering through your lashes to look at him, your frown becoming a confident, biting smirk as you attach the dildo, immediately covering your hand with the cold lube before slicking up the silicone cock. Izuku watches you with shaking thighs as you climb back onto the bed, your eyes dark, dangerous, as your fingers drag down his toned and muscled calves.

“Get on your fucking hands and knees like the fucking good boy you are,” you growl out the command, your fingernails digging into his skin. “Show your cute fucking ass to your Kaa-chan.”

Izuku let out a heavy moan as his body quickly shifted over, he got up onto his knees, but he went a step further by pressing onto his knees, letting his scarred back curve beautifully for you. 

You groan at the sight, Izuku's large, muscled ass on full display for you. His body trembles and shakes with every breath he takes and how his muscles are tight with his nervousness. His little asshole clenching and tightening at the air, undoubtedly ready to have you press the cock into him. You groan, your hand that's slick with the lube becoming warmer with the intended promise of the lube, and your grin when you grip his supple asscheeks between your hands, delighting at the way his flesh molds within your hands.

“You have such a pretty little ass, baby boy,” you moan, your index finger circling around the rim of his pert, tight hole. You lean in closer, your hot breaths spilling across his muscle that sends it spasming in its attempts to clench around nothing. “What do you want your Kaa-chan to do?”

Izuku stammers, his mouth unable to form any sort of coherent sentence as you lather your fingers in the cold lube, and without much of an introduction, you slide your slick, cold index finger into his hole. Izuku cries loudly when you move your finger inside of his ass, and you smirk at the sight of his twisted with delirium face before you. Eyes crossed, tongue hanging out as your finger dives into his ass. 

“Does this feel good, baby?” you ask, finger curling deep within his ass.

He can’t find the energy to speak, but strangled noises of approval are made, and his hips shift back onto your thrusting finger.

You enter a new finger, stretching out his tight muscle even further, your two fingers reaching a further depth and more manageable pace than you had before. You grin at the way Izuku begins to fuck himself against your fingers, his asshole looking as if it swallows your fingers as your dildo ruts against his leaking cock. Izuku's chest collapses onto the mattress when you glide your free hand against both the dildo and his cock as you continue to finger his ass — a third finger eventually joining.

“God, your ass is so fucking slutty, sweetie,” you groan, absolutely obsessed with the pink haze on Izuku’s cheeks and the growing moans. “Is your Kaa-chan making you feel good? Kaa-chan promises that she’ll protect you through everything!”

Izuku spams, a loud cry of your name as your fingernails scratch at his walls, and his hips buck further into your fingers deep in his ass before rutting back into your hand, stroking his cock. You coo at how he is clearly enjoying it, chest-thumping with how he clearly wants more, and how you intend to give him more. A sadistic smile carved onto your face as his rambling begins to take shape begins to actually have meaning behind it except the whining, pitiful cries.

“You are!” Izuku finally manages to gasp, his ass slamming back onto your curled three fingers. The lube is now hot as it can grow, and Izuku is obsessed with the heat in his ass. “You’re doing this to me, y/n!”

You freeze, fingers freezing in his ass as Izuku once again refused to call you Kaa-chan.

Well then.

Freeing your fingers from deep in his ass, your upper lip curled into a snarl as you doused the Ground Zero dildo with the ice-cold lube, your blood roaring in your ear. It just seemed that you were going to have to take that nickname by force.

Slapping the lube coated dildo between the valley of his pretty, beautiful asscheeks, you grabbed his head of curls, snapping his head back so that his ear was a lick away. “Listen to what I’m about to fucking do, I-zu-ku,” you accentuate his name, your free hand gripping his slick cock, and fisting it slowly, your grip tightening whenever he tried to rut into your grip. “Your real fucking Kaa-chan is going to fuck your brains out and make sure that you can’t say that stupid fucking nickname to Bakugou without getting hard and remembering what I’m about to do to you, Deku,” you practically snarled into Izuku’s ear. Izuku freezes for a second, deep flushed red exploding on his face before he moans loudly, face burying into the mattress as you rut the silicone veined cock between his ready, supple cheeks. “Now, what’s my fucking name?”

“Kacchan…” Deku’s mouth fumbles, unable to find that distinction even like this, but that’s okay, you got time.

“Again, Deku,” you snap, watching as a shiver slams down his spine at the nickname, and you press the head of the cold, lube coated dildo against his ready, clenching asshole.

“Kaa-aachan!” Deku moans loudly, and you press the head of the black dildo into his ass, watching as his slutty little ass swallows the head without a single problem. His back arches further, and his ass shakes as you keep him from falling further on his Kacchan’s cock.

“Are you having that much fucking trouble distinguishing who’s fucking you right now, Deku?!” you practically seethe, your fingernails digging into his firm, plump ass before beginning to drag the cockhead away.

“No!” Deku sobs, his ass pathetically following after your exiting cock. “I’m not Kaa-chan, I promise!”

Oh, the golden words you’ve been looking for.

With a widespread, near-feral grin, you slammed the whole cock within him, not stopping until you couldn’t see the black of the dildo, and your thighs were pressed against his ass. The noises that spilled from Izuku’s mouth with sinful, lewd, and made you think for a second the hot and cold lube was in your cunt. His mouth continued to speak at a speed you couldn’t understand, his ass greedily sucking the dildo in with no thought to return it.

“I-It feels so good!” Deku cries, his ass slapping backward onto your strap. “Your cock is so good!”

“Damn fucking right it is, Deku,” you laughed, hands gripping his hips and with a determined show to make sure he knew just who the superior Kaacchan was, you began to rut your hips back up again his. 

Your pace was a lot faster than Deku’s, thighs crashing against his ass with every successive pound of your hips. Deku, who’s always been so good about being responsive in bed, is crying and moaning like a bitch in heat. His moans are endless and delightfully loud, his ass slamming backward to meet your rutting hips, and you can't help but land a loud spank against his sweet ass.

“How is this feeling, Deku? Tell your Kaa-chan how your shitty little hole is feeling?” you laugh, your body leaning over his, your lips and teeth marking up his sweaty, scarred back with bites marks and hickies. “Tell your Kaa-chan how it feels to have your shitty asshole fucked like this?”

“It feels sooo good, Kaa-chan!” Deku sobs and you shiver at the power behind that stupid little nickname. “My Kaa-chan is making me feel so good, so loved! Kaa-chan’s cock is stretching my ass out so good, her cock makes my stomach and ass feel so funny, but I d-don’t want it to end!”

His back is arched, and his fingers can no longer clutch the fabric of the mattress, and it’s all overwhelming as you fuck into him faster, more demanding, with more intention to have him be yours forever.

“My precious little Deku looks so fucking cute when he’s crying for his Kaa-chan,” you pant, your thrusts becoming sloppier with your heightened pleasure, knowing just whose cock he was crying for. His stupid Kacchan could never do this. 

The raw noises of wanton pleasure rip from Deku’s throat and his ass comes down to fuck back on your strap on with greater power, faster speed. You keep up, though, you have to prove your worth, you’ll fuck his brains out until the only thing he can call you is his Kaa-chan. You grip his hips, your knees shifting as you find a new angle, a better angle as you drill the cock in faster and further in, bottoming out in him with every stroke of your bucking hips. 

“Fuck!” he screams, his knees almost wholly giving out on you as you drive against his prostate. The cock and angle you had quickly allowing you such a pleasure as you fuck into him faster. And upon the tenth slam against his prostate, Deku is shouting. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Kaa-chan!”

Drool is pouring onto the bed, and you feel on fire as Deku continues to whimper, continues to cry your name, claiming that his Kaa-chan has never made him feel this good before. Your hands move from his waist and find themselves latched onto his curls and fisting his cock again. The power that hums through your body makes you see stars as he cries at the pain of having his hair yanked backward, and having your fingers press against the head of his weeping, pre-cum drenched cock.

“Oh, poor pathetic Deku,” you snarl despite the grin on your face, sweat drips down your temple, and you laugh. “Does your pathetic fucking cock need to cum? Do you need to cum while your Kaa-chan’s cock fucks you?”

“Y-Yes Kaa-chan!” Deku screams, his tongue falling from his mouth, his eyes dazed in his hysteria. “Yes, Kaa-chan! I want to cum on your cock, please let me cum on your cock!”

Your cunt throbs from your arousal and lack of stimulus, but the apparent slick in your lips that is slowly dripping down your thighs, makes your next train of thought seem worlds apart hot. The hand in his curls fists his hair harder, snapping Deku closer, making his back arch further. The hand around his cock pinches his cock head together, a pain you had discovered that never failed to get him to cum. And your hips, the hips that drove the Ground Zero dildo further into his tight, greedy asshole, slammed viciously and barbarically into his pretty little asshole.

Deku praises your cock again, his eyes fluttering shut as he cries for his Kaa-chan’s cock, and in a blind fit of victory, your lips press against his ear and whisper to him the truth.

“I’m actually fucking you with your Kacchan’s cock,” you admit, feeling Deku go rigid beneath you. “I know you know what I’m talking about, Deku. So yes, I bought it just to fuck you with it, and look! It’s Kacchan’s cock, but it's your Kaa-chan who’s making you feel so. good. with it!”

And with one last driving slam of Kacchans cock into Deku’s slutty, needy hole, you can feel his cock spasm within your hold, and the way his ass tightens beautifully around the dildo, and he collapses with a pitiful, pathetic: “Oh my god.”

Your hand is coated in his hot, heavy load of cum. You pull away from him, and you laugh, watching as Deku moves onto his back, his eyes fluttering with a million emotions as you bring your hand to your mouth and lick his musty cum clean from your hand. 

“Now,” you cough, slipping the harness from your waist and thighs and climbing back onto his awaiting, still semi-hard cock. You moaned at the feeling of his cock hardening back within your crazy soaked cunt. “Kaa-chan wants you to suck your Kaa-chan’s tits, and then you’ll be rewarded for being. So. Good.”

His eyes swim with uncertainty before he blinks, his hips rutting up to meet your cunt, and his mouth latching onto your needy nipple.

“Anything for you, Kaa-chan.”

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Bonus!

Due to Bakugou calling on Izuku’s emergency-only phone, Bakugou had come over with an apology dinner made for the two of you. You sat at the table, Bakugou sitting in front of you, Izuku, to your side in the square table Izuku owned. 

Bakugou was already frowning, his body language trying to hide the apparent surprise that went through him when Izuku opened the door and greeted him as ‘Bakugou-kun!’ 

Had you known his reaction would be that pathetic, you wouldn’t have bothered to accept his dinner. You would have sufficed with that moment being caught on camera instead.

But no, Izuku loved Bakugou’s cooking, and you were now sitting here, glaring at Bakugou, who was glaring right back at you.

However, you knew Bakugou wanted to understand why his childhood nickname had suddenly been abandoned, and you had strategically placed Izuku’s favorite drink near the empty seat. Closer to you than it was to Bakugou because you knew that asshole was quicker than most.

“Oh, Kaa-chan, do you mind passing me my drink?” Izuku asked before flushing at the realization of what he called you in front of Bakugou.

But Bakugou didn’t notice, how could he?

Because both of you had made for his drink, and you just managed to snatch it before Bakugou did as you watched in evil elation as Bakugou quickly placed two and two together. Handing the glass to Izuku, you smiled, as he stammered out an embarrassed thank you.

“Sorry, boys, I’m actually needed somewhere tonight,” you lie, rising to your feet as Bakugou’s eyes rage with something you can’t name but love nonetheless. “I’ll leave you two alone, I’ll be back!”

You don’t let Izuku’s embarrassed begs for you to say deter you, your fingers grabbing your boyfriend by the chin before kissing him deeply, shoving your tongue into his mouth for good measure as you look at the still, void Bakugou when you break away.

You don’t know what happens as you leave, but the way that Izuku’s less superior Kacchan snaps his name makes your toes curl with pleasure.

Oh, you really liked this.

#midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #bbs kinktober 2020

[dreamkidddream]

MC Doing the Peeling Glue Skin Prank on the Bros (Lucifer, Mammon, and Leviathan)

Hoorayyy my first post! I don’t know if any of you have seen the tiktok where they rub glue to look like their skin is peeling off but it’s both funny and horrifying. Also, this got a lot longer and fluffier/sappier than what I thought, but I’m not complaining. This will be done in headcannon format, and I think I’m going to split it up into 2 parts (Lucifer, Mammon, and Levi in the first part and the rest in the second) and I hope you enjoy! Also slight spoiler for lesson 16 (but it’s a blink and you miss it kind of thing in Mammon’s). Reader is gender neutral.

The Build Up:

Ever since you came back to the Devildom after the exchange program, things have been great! It was obvious that you were missing the demon lords, and even more obvious that they were missing you too. Things weren’t different, not at all. But the one day that you were bored out of your mind and they all had different things to handle, you turned to the one thing that could cure your boredom: the Devildom’s version of TikTok. Oh how the boys will forever regret showing you that app, as it had let to their current downfall... 

Lucifer

So unfortunately this man is ALWAYS busy

It doesn’t matter what time of day or night it is, he’s always filling out paperwork. Whether it’s for Diavolo, credit card bills that Mammon racked up, Asmo’s impromptu fashion trips, Beel’s black hole of a stomach, etc.

And he doesn’t like to be disturbed at all unless it’s an emergency

So when you burst into his office out of nowhere, he was slightly irritated (but not that angry, since it was you and your presence was hardly a nuisance)

But that quickly changed whenever he heard you moaning his name in pain and looked up to see what looked like your flesh flaking off by the second

His eyes widen and he is instantly panicking. He’s trying to keep it on the inside but you start to “panic” which makes him shoot out of his seat

Instantly is by your side, trying to delicately hold you and also trying to figure out what the hell is going on

“MC! Are you in pain? What happened? Did someone put a curse on you?!”

Now, you weren’t putting on a Oscar worthy performance but you think you were selling it pretty good. And everything was working out until he grabbed your arm and inspected it closer that he realized he got played

First, he realized that your flesh wasn’t falling in chunks on the ground. Then, he realized that these flakes were awfully thin, and that parts of your arm felt sticky

He fully realized that he got pranked when he peeled off your “skin” off your neck and you giggled, then covered your mouth to realized that your cover was blown

Needless to say, he was not a happy demon

And you basically just signed your death warrant

Before you could even think about running, he grabbed you again and “asked” that you have a seat

Cue another long Lucifer lecture, with him explaining how this wasn’t a funny prank (even for human standards) and that you need to understand how serious this is

Which is his way of saying that he cares about you and was actually panicked and scared. You knew his pride made it hard for him to openly express himself. And while he is getting better slowly but surely, it’s still hard for him to do so. Which made you feel guilty, so you did genuinely apologized

“You’re right, Lucifer, I’m sorry. This wasn’t my greatest idea, as you can see. I didn’t realize how severely this affected you, and it wasn’t right for me to take advantage of that. I know how hard it is to express how you feel because of your pride, but I know how much you care for me even without saying it. It shows in how hard you work, and how you still manage to be there for everyone despite how stress you are. I shouldn’t be adding on to that stress, and I really am sorry for that. You really are a good person, Lucifer, and even though you can be very strict- wait! Let me finish,- you mean well because you care for us. And you don’t get enough credit for that. So, thank you for all that you do. I love you, truly and deeply.”

Despite being a little skeptical in the beginning (he thought you were trying to get out of a punishment, ha! Good luck with that) and ending with a flustered look that he tried to cover with his hand (which was obviously too late to do, you already saw), he did appreciate and accepted the apology.

“I love you too, MC. Truly and deeply.”

So that was your cue to get your hug (and maybe a little kiss) and he pushed you away! You were offended for a second, but you saw the disgusted look on your face and forgot that you were covered in dried glue. Oh yeahhhh...ew

So while you were back in his good graces, you still got punished. A 15 page essay on why doing horrific pranks like that on your loved ones is harmful and no HellTok for your remaining stay?! You know you deserve some type of consequence but geez, overkill much?!

But, he did hint to you that you could make him feel better by spending the night with him in bed

After you take a much needed shower of course

Mammon

As much as this tsundere tried to say he was “too busy” for you, we all know that’s a lie

Granted when you went to go bother him, he was busy

Busy with planning out new scams counting out whatever Grimm he had left, what items to sell and for what price: “maybe I could sell Levi’s golden Ruri-Chan vendor ring thing for some Grimm? He’ll flip but if I just “borrow” it for a little bit, he won’t know what hit ‘im!”

Seeing how focused he was, it was your time to shine

“M-Mamooon! Help me! Something’s w-wrong!”

That immediately got his attention

His head shot up and he rushed to you, panic clearing showing on his face and in his movements

“MC! What’s going on?! WHAT IS THIS!”

When you could physically see him shaking, sweating and on the brink of tears, you knew that it was time to stop while you were ahead

“Mammon wait-“

“We need to go to Lucifer NOW.”

And when he went to pick you up gently, and saw with his own two eyes the flakes slowly fall to the ground, was when hell broke loose

You have never heard him scream so loud before, and you were pretty sure everyone both in and out the house heard him

He lifted you up and you were pretty sure he was in his demon form when you both ran and/or flew (you couldn’t tell, that’s how fast you were moving) to Lucifer’s

Sometimes it was so easy to forget that you lived with actual demons, 7 of the strongest to be exact

When you both reached your destination (ie. barged into Lucifer’s room unprovoked) he was not pleased, but Mammon did not care.

You were one of (if not) the most important person in his life and he would be damned if anything happened to you again. He was your first man, your protector! And he was not going to fail. Not again. He would and will protect you with his life. At any costs

When you saw how serious he was , you tried to wiggle out of his arms, but all he did was just tighten up and say, “MC, quit squirmin’! I don’t want you to make this worse.”

“No, Mammon wait-“

“We’re going to fix this. I’m going to fix this and I’m not lettin’ anything happen to you again. Now stop moving! Lucifer, somethin’s wrong with MC! Look at how their skin is-“

“ITS A PRANK!”

It’s just a prank bro

“Wh-what?”

“I’ve been trying to tell you, I’m sorry!”

While you were explaining the whole process (with Lucifer staring on in building irritation), you were still in his arms

You already felt like a terrible being, but the guilt was steady skyrocketing when you were looking at his face

He looked like a kicked puppy left in the rain with a broken paw

You just kept apologizing over and over, until you heard a certain someone clear their throat.

“If you two are done interrupting me, I would like to get back to work. MC, stay behind, it seems like we need to have a little chat about your so called prank.”

Mammon put you down and walked out the room, head hanging and eyes covered.

You knew you screwed up big time. Forget about the incoming lecture, you felt absolutely terrible about pranking Mammon. Especially after hearing the “again” comment.

Once you finally got released (ie. punished), you all had dinner, which Mammon skipped out on

Geez, this was not suppose to happen and you needed to make it up to him ASAP

So here you were, standing outside his door (after you cleaned up) with two Hell Fire noodle cups, knocking timidly

“Hey, Mammon? Is it okay if I come in?”

Silence

“You weren’t down for dinner and I know that you’re hungry, so I brought us-you some noodles.”

Again, silence

You sighed, you knew you messed up big time and you were going to fix it, no matter what. 

“I’m sorry, Mammon. I’m so sorry. What started out as a joke turned into something serious, and it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have did that. Hurting you was never my intention, I care about you too much to do that. When I heard you say that you weren’t going to let anything happen to me again, I knew that I messed up. I know that you will always protect me, and I don’t have any doubt that you won’t. You’re my first man, remember? I know that you’ll always have my back, and I hope you know that I’ll always have yours too. You’re not just the Avatar of Greed to me Mammon, you’re my first guy that I’ll love forever. I won’t ever mess with you like this again, and if you don’t want to talk now that’s fine too, just know that I’ll always love and care for you, okay?”

Ughh and now you were crying!

You sighed. You understood if he didn’t want to talk to you. I mean, he thought you were dying again. It’s easy to forget the events that happened with Belphie, since everyone is communicating and acting like a real family, but you can see now that it left a deep emotional wound in Mammon. He believed that it was his fault that you weren’t saved, and he still carried the burden all this time.

You put the cup down outside the door and started to head back to your room. You would give him as much time as he needed. You just hate that you made him feel this way, that you rose those feelings out of him. And you hated yourself for it.

You barely stepped a foot away from the door when he saw it swing out and a big blob tackle-hugged you

Here was Mammon, sniffling and tearing up, hugging you

“*sniff* You stupid human.”

When he pulled away, you saw the tears in his eyes, which he tried to rub away before you could notice (sidenote: you already noticed)

“Ya-Ya really love me?”

“Of course, Mammon! How could I not? You stayed by my side through thick and thin, through everything. You protected me, and I will forever be grateful for that. I wouldn’t be here without you. You’re not a selfish scum bag like everyone tries to make you out to be, Mammon, and I won’t let you believe that you are. You are my first man, the man that has constantly looked out for me, that has supported and cared for me, and most of all that has never failed to show how much love you have to give. I love you Mammon, always.”

Cue the blushing and cheeky grin

“Now come on the Great Mammon, our noodles are getting cold.”

It felt great to see that smile back on his face

And it felt even better to hear him say, “I love ya too, MC”

Leviathan

Levi was in his room, nothing new

He told you he had some sort of campaign that he absolutely could not afford to miss. Which he said about the other campaigns too but whatever

So when you knocked into his room, and he didn’t ask for the secret phrase, you knew he was in too deep to even pay attention to his surroundings

And the door was UNLOCKED

So you went in, ready to give him the scare of the decade, and-

He turned around in his gaming chair, raging and in his demon form

“UGH! How was that normie of a demon able to kill me with that move?! He has to be cheating! How is it that I’m one of the best players in the entire Devildom and I’m one of the first dead?! It’s not fair! It’s not fair, it’s not fair IT’S NOT FAI- huh? MC, why are you covered in *squints* dried up glue?”

You were honestly shook

Because 1: the third strongest brother was obviously furious and in his demon form which is not a good combination (your mind flashing back to the TSL quiz and whew was that not the best memory) and 2: how the hell was he able to know that this was glue?!

Okay, you weren’t scared of Levi, not at all! But you, just like everyone else, knew how serious he took his gaming

And you all knew how he could be when he was raging about it too

Not saying that he would ever harm or attack you, oh no. What happened at the beginning was just a...fluke! Yeah, just a little hiccup in your now longstanding relationship

But you were still just a tad bit hesitant to be caught in the crossfire of his rage

Really everyone was (except maybe Beel, but even he had his moments)

“LOL you look like one of the rotten magical zombie students from the anime “OMG I’m Just A Magical Girl in Training and Somehow I Turned the Whole School Into Zombies and Have to Fall in Love with a Demon to Reverse It!””

Okay, this was not the reaction you were looking for

“What the- but how-?

Then you remembered

Levi is a renowned cosplayer, the best in the game. It was obvious he knew what the dried up glue looked like considering how much he’s worked with it

You were of course disappointed, but oh well, you could always scheme to get him another way

And then it happened. Another devious idea popped into your head

“So you said I looked like a rotten zombie student huh?”

“Rotten magical zombie student . LOL don’t tell me that you don’t think you do- W-what are you doing MC?”

“Ughhh I’m a rotten magical school girl, and I’m not just hungry for brains, I’m hungry for love.”

“L-love?”

“Gughhh that’s right and only kisses can satiate my hunger. Demon kisses.”

Oh boy 

The way that you turned red so quick was always a surprising sight for you to see

“M-MC WAIT-”

“I want my kisses, Levi!”, you said it in your best zombie/monster voice

Cue his famous “WOOAHHHH”

“MC WAIT- YOU’RE COVERED IN GROSS DRIED GLUE OMG” 

The campaign was quickly forgotten when you tackled him to the ground, glue and all

Then you remembered how sensitive he was with physical contact, and tried to get up

“Oh Levi, I’m sorry! I forgot you don’t li-”

Something was still holding you against him

Specifically, that something was his tail

His tail was currently wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly against the red-faced otaku

“Levi, you okay?”

“Y-y-yeah, I’m okay.” he said it in the tiniest voice you have ever heard.

“Do you want me to get-”

“NO! I-I mean yes! I mean no! N-no I don’t want you to get up. I’m okay.”

Today was just surprising you left and right huh?

But you weren’t complaining now

“But now we’re covered in nasty, peely glue. And what about your campaign?”

He looked at the screen, and then back at you

“It’s okay. It’s not worth it like I thought it was. It’s just a bunch of normies who either button mash or spam the same attack over and over. And I already got majority of the rewards anyway. Besides, now that another normie has me covered in icky cheap glue, I need to get it off.”

Whoops

“Sorry about that, Levi. I was just trying to prank you but looks like that failed. I could do your laundry for you since it was my bad. Is that okay?”

“O-or you could m-make it up to me by having by binge watching some anime? If you want, even though I’m a nasty, icky, worthless ot-”

“Levi. Look at me.”

You gently grabbed and held his face in your hands

“You’re not worthless or nasty okay? And I love to spend time with you. We can definitely have an anime marathon. I’ll always be by your side, I wouldn’t be your Henry if I wasn’t.”

“R-really?”, the way his eyes light up every time you praise or show him love will never get old

“Of course. But I do have to say that you are icky.”

“WHAT��

“But we both are. I mean I did kinda cover you in the flaky glue, and it’s starting to feel a little gross to be honest.”

“O-oh yeah. I-it’s your fault normie!”

“Yeah, yeah I know.”, you laughed. 

Atleast you somewhat pranked him

“So let’s get cleaned up, and I can bring some more snacks when I’m done. You wanna do the pillow fort like usual?”

“O-of course, normie!”

“Alright. I’ll see you in a few then!”, and you began walking out the room

He watched your trailing form, and honestly he didn’t want you to leave yet. That was apparent when his tail wrapped itself around you. I mean, how embarrassing was that?! But he couldn’t help it.

Levi cares about you immensely. You’re his best friend, his Henry! He didn’t know what you saw in someone like him, I mean damn, he was the Avatar of Envy! What’s attractive about someone being jealous 24/7?

He wasn’t outgoing like Asmo or Mammon, didn’t have the confidence like Lucifer or Satan, and he wasn’t good at building bonds like the twins (or at least like Beel)

What a human like you saw in him was still mind boggling, and he thought you were just tolerating him, just being nice. But, he saw how genuine you were as time went on. He saw you as someone special to him, you were his favorite real living person, his best friend, and honestly he wanted you to become more-

“Oh, Levi, one more thing.”

You quickly ran up to him and kissed him on the cheek

“I finally got my demon kiss, ughhh. My hunger has been satisfied!”

And ran right back out 

He blushed 100x more now, and he realized that maybe he wasn’t ready to take it to the next step just yet, but he was willing to be patient and work towards it

He was willing to make the effort because you’re worth it

#obey me x reader #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #mc x lucifer #mc x mammon #mc x levi #obey me reader insert #reader insert #fanfiction #first headcanon

[heyitsyn]

Mess Up

TimeTraveler!Son x Haikyuu!!

a/n: lmao im really sorry about this :’( this is just a brain dump and something i thought of while i was watching the stage play and i was thinking about it last night until i fell asleep

p.s. your son’s name is natsu in this one and hes an oc so dont be confused as to who this guy is 😂

summary: your son accidentally stumbles through time and the only way he can go back is if his mother and father get together. the only problem? he doesnt know who his father is

he,,,, messed up

that was clear the moment he woke up to a supposed bicycle accident in early morning when it shouldve been a car accident at the dead of night

lets take a flashback shall we

natsu came home after volleyball practice around 8 at night and he stumbled through the front door where he could smell the delicious food that you were cooking

‘ma! tadaima!’

he shouted and you peeked from the hallway with your blue apron and ladle and a close-eyed grin

‘okaeri, baby!’

his slippers padded across the wooden floors to go to the kitchen and watch as you stirred the miso soup

‘how was practice, dumpling?’

omg i would totally call my future kids that though

he shrugged, even though you couldnt see him, and went to the fridge to grab a bottled water before taking a sip

‘inter-high is coming up so captain’s been making us practice longer’

he answered then went to jump on the counter beside the stove so you could see him

he turned silent as he inspected your features and how youthful you still looked despite going through so many stressful times and hardships of raising your son alone

but he was really wondering what was exactly your purpose of being here since you rarely cooked for him due to being busy at work and therefore coming home late

‘ma, why are you here early?’

you noticeably stopped for a second before smiling, eyes shifting from the pot to him

‘i,,, have something to talk about with you’

natsu blinked then leaned against the wall and crossed his arms

‘is it something bad? but youre cooking my favorite so it must be something good. then again, it might be something bad but you want to be on my good side so youre bribing me with-’

‘natsu’

you softly called out to him and he stopped

you turned off the stove and shuffled to the side so you could stand in between his legs

no words were said as a sad look passed your eyes and you cupped his face, looking at him

‘youve grown so much, natsu. ma is sorry that she wasnt here to watch you grow. can you forgive me?’

natsu let out a confused sound and he placed his hands on top of yours from his face then quirked an eyebrow

‘ma, whats going on?’

he slowly asked

you continued to look through every feature of your son and grimaced slightly as his father’s stood out much more than you thought

‘come. lets eat while we talk’

dinner was tense

it was more of the tension coming from you and natsu being so worried and confused that he couldnt even eat his favorite

suddenly, he slammed his chopsticks to the table, fed up with the silence and genuinely worried by your behavior

‘ma, tell me whats wrong’

you winced and swallowed before shakingly placing your own utensils down and looking at a stain on the table from when he was 5 and accidentally spilled dye from his tye-dye activity

‘natsu, i,,,’

you drifted off but he gestured for you to continue

‘first off,,, i want you to know that i love you and that i only want what’s best for you. second,,, i hope you will go through with this because i,,, dont want you to bear this,,, this grudge for the rest of your life’

‘am i adopted?’

he demanded but you looked at him in shock

‘what? no! we literally have the same hair color and eyes, dumpling!’

then he let out a relieved sigh

‘thats the worst thing i thought of so i feel better now. come on, hit me’

you chuckled but went back to talking

‘your father,,, wants to meet you’

nope, that was actually the worst thing he heard

‘father? what, father?’

he couldnt stop the venom that dripped from his words and you flinched because you knew he would act like this

‘we bumped into each other at the airport,,,, he told me about,,, wanting to meet,, you’

you mumbled, now concentrating at your laced fingers

‘well, you can tell him to fck off because the feeling’s not mutual’

natsu growled then continued shoveling down his rice but you reached out and softly placed a hand on his arm and sent him a pleading look

‘darling, i-,,, i dont want to do this either. but this hatred for him-your anger- i dont want you to live with this! this might not show now but it will affect you in the future with a-a future family! he will drag you down but if you just--- just talk to him once! just once-’

natsu banged a fist on the table and you gasped at the sudden sound

‘HE WANTED YOU TO KILL ME’

he shouted, anger and rage reeking from his spot across you

‘HE LEFT YOU TO FEND FOR YOURSELF BECAUSE HE WAS TOO MUCH OF A DAMN COWARD TO OWN UP TO A CHILD HE HELPED MAKE. OH SO WHAT- ALL BECAUSE HE JUST WANTED TO SCREW? A FUN TIME THEN THROW YOU-US- AWAY? NAH, MA, WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT TO MEET SOMEONE WHO NEVER WANTED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE?’

you gulped because right now, you were able to see the similarity to his father

‘he just wants to see you-to talk to you’

‘BUT WHAT ABOUT ME? I DONT WANT TO SEE HIS FCKING FACE BECAUSE IF I DO, I MIGHT PLUMMET HIM TO THE GROUND’

‘natsu, please stop yelling at me’

you pleaded and he stared at you angrily but turned his gaze back to the chicken bites

‘every thought of him makes me angry so if i see him, i will lose every control i have. hes nothing but a stranger to me-wait, no, hes like dirt that deserves nothing but bad luck to come his way. its either he wanted me or cant have me. and he chose wrong so hes going to have live with it for the rest of his life and pretend i dont even exist. and thats that’

you ran your hands on your face then closed your eyes

‘natsu, you dont understand, we-- we were children! i was still a student! we didnt know,, we didnt know anything about babies! i-i feel like shite because i brought upon this rage in you towards him, your father! i want to make things right! to make peace!’

‘DO YOU THINK I NEVER SAW THE TIMES YOU SAT ON THIS SAME FCKING TABLE, LOOKING AT THE BANK ACCOUNT AND CRYING BECAUSE WE WOULDNT HAVE ENOUGH FOR FOOD TOMORROW? OR-OR WHEN YOU BEGGED-BEGGED- YOUR BOSS FOR MORE SHIFTS SO YOU COULD MAINTAIN A ROOF OVER OUR HEAD? YOU THINK I DONT SEE THAT SHITE?! BECAUSE I DO! I SEE IT AND IT STILL GIVES ME NIGHTMARES TO THIS DAY BECAUSE I COULDNT DO ANYTHING TO HELP YOU! I JUST SAT THERE AND LET YOU SUFFER IN SECRET BECAUSE I WAS JUST A CHILD! AND DO YOU KNOW WHO’S AT FAULT WITH ALL OF THIS?! HIM! HES THE REASON WHY YOU SHED EVERY BLOOD, EVERY SWEAT, AND EVERY TEAR! ITS BECAUSE OF HIM I NEVER SEE YOU BECAUSE YOURE BUSTING YOUR ASS AT WORK FOR ME! ITS BECAUSE OF HIM THAT I PLAY LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT SO I CAN BE SCOUTED AND EARN MONEY FOR US IN THE FUTURE! HIM! ALL HIM!’

angry tears were falling down his face and you stood up to hold him but he shot up

‘natsu-baby-please calm-’

‘WHO DOES THAT TO A CHILD’

his voice cracked and he hiccuped

‘IT DIGUSTS ME THAT I SHARE THE SAME BLOOD AS HIM AND I AM MADE WITH 50% OF HIM! AND I SEE THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYES BECAUSE I REMIND YOU OF HIM, DONT I? I HATE THAT! HE DID THAT TO YOU!’

you held on to him and tried to tell him to calm down because you knew how distructive he could be

‘I HATE HIM. AND I CANT BELIEVE YOURE TRYING TO CONVINCE ME TO SEE HIM. HOW COULD YOU’

maybe it mustve been the stress from midterms and the competitions but his heart was hammering and he could see nothing but red and feel nothing else but anger running through his veins

‘no, dumpling, youre misunderstanding because i-’

but he swatted your hand away, eyes staring at his shoes

‘i need to get away right now. just- i’ll be at katsuki’s house. dinner was good so thanks’

he mumbled and rushed to the hallway, picking up his gym bag and quickly slipping on his shoes

you ran to the door and held on to him

‘natsu we can talk this out! please! dont go! just stay-’

he shut his eyes to calm himself down before turning and giving you a soft kiss on your forehead

‘ill be back tomorrow. just let me go blow off some steam, kay, ma?’

but he didnt even give you an answer because he was already out the door

--

the walk from his apartment complex to katsuki’s house should’ve only taken nearly 10 minutes but he was so pre-occupied and distracted that he ended up missing the turns and ended up in an unfamiliar street

based on his surroundings, he was in the city but he remained his gaze on his shoes, just walking and walking, not stopping

this caused him to miss the stoplight and he was the only person who continued walking, the shouts and yells from the pedestrians falling deaf on his ears 

but it finally opened up with a loud honking and a bright light that made him freeze in shock until it collided with him, sending him flying and falling unconscious

---

natsu groaned, not because of the pain but because of the bright light

‘oh god, i died and im going to the light’

he mumbled but a frantic shout made his eyes fully open up

‘NO DONT GO TO THE LIGHT! OH GOD! I JUST KILLED SOMEONE!’

natsu turned to the direction of the voice and he jumped then rolled over to get away but indeed, the pain from the collision stopped him

‘ugh’

he groaned and winced

‘hey, hey, you okay?’

the high-pitched voice asked and natsu raised his head to see the boy with orange hair kneeled down in front of him and hands hovering over him

‘i feel,,, ugh’

natsu sniffed and the boy helped him sit up so he could fully look around

‘where am i?’

he asked and the boy shuffled to kneel down beside him

‘japan. sendai. oh, im hinata shoyo by the way! so sorry i hit you with my bike!’

but natsu’s jaw dropped

‘hinata,,, shoyo?’

his eyes widened and he completely forgot about the pain as he stood on his feet, pointing at the tangerine

‘OLYMPICS!’

he shouted and he was getting scared, eyes drifting to everywhere and pacing in circles

‘did i,,,, no, that doesnt happen. damn izuku wouldnt shut up about doctor who. its not possible, just not! right?!’

hinata was now panicked and thought he really messed up the guy in the head because the h/c boy was now walking in circles, murmuring angrily, and face switching expressions every millisecond

‘oh my god, i need to take you to the hospital! i messed you up!’

hinata frantically grabbed his phone but natsu jumped and grabbed the device

‘no. no, its fine. i just-,,,, i dont remember anything’

natsu played and hinata’s eyes got even wider

‘OH MY GOD I REALLY DID SOMETHING WORSE!’

but natsu placed his hands on his idol’s shoulders to calm him down

‘no hospital, no needles, no medics. just,,, call your emergency contact or something’

it was quite funny that the victim had to console the cause of the accident but hinata nonetheless complied and hit the call button

‘your mom?’

natsu asked but hinata shook his head

‘no. my team manager, l/n y/n. she’d know what to do’

but natsu’s brain exploded

‘l/n,,,, y/n?’

my ma?

oh god i really did mess up

this is going to be a whole mess and i can already feel it but yanno what? imma just go with the flow and go through with your guys’ thoughts and ideas so in a way, you can control (??) the story?? idk i really dont know what im doing but i just needed to put this into writing bc ive been thinking about it since i woke up. also, do you think i should write this in a headcanons way or normal writing way?

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“worldwide” by big time rush for oikawa🥺 pronouns she/her! thank you in advance i love your work❤️

[worldwide] dude i went quite some bit over 500 words im so sorry LMFAO

PARIS

“Wait, wait, wait,” is the first thing you hear from his side of the call. Oikawa Tooru’s grinning face suddenly fills your phone screen as he moves through his darkened hotel room. “Before you tell me anything, how was your day?”

You smile against your pillow. “Great, but I––“ a yawn escapes from your lips “–– I missed you.”

“Were you sleeping? Sorry, I know it’s late––”

“It’s only ten here, Tooru. Isn’t it like three in the morning in Paris?” you laugh. Nodding, he sets the phone down on an elevated surface and starts rummaging through the hotel closet.

“I have a flight in a few hours so I thought I’d call before jetting off again.” His voice is muffled by the sound of coat-hangers clanging against each other.

“Madrid, right? I think you…” you trail off, watching him change suspiciously slowly out of his pyjamas and into a pair of jeans. “Are you trying to seduce me, Tooru?”

He shoots you an incredulous look, but the twitch of his lips betrays his amusement. “What ever do you mean by that?”

LONDON

POST-GAME CELEBRATION: OIKAWA TOORU CAUGHT WITH UP-AND-COMING MODEL

Argentinian Setter a Player in More Ways Than One!

You continue to stare at the image blown up on half of your laptop screen–– he’s walking out of the club with the rest of the CA San Juan team and a very attractive girl trails behind him with the faintest smirk on her lips.

It’s fake. Fake. Fake. You know it is, yet somehow, uncertainty bites away at your stomach.

On the other half of your screen, a tired Oikawa runs his hands over his face. It’s nearly one in the morning in London but the news broke just a few minutes ago. And when his phone started blowing up from his teammates and manager, he couldn’t not call you.

Now, usually, you don’t pay any attention to what tabloids say (not that Oikawa gets caught in “scandals” often), but this time it’s different. She’s gorgeous. And as much as you hate to admit it, you’re not feeling the greatest about yourself right now. It’s not that you believe the rumours–– it’s that they’ve chipped away at your confidence. Are you still good enough to be the Oikawa Tooru’s girlfriend?

You open your mouth but can’t find the right words to say.

“I had no idea she was behind me.” Oikawa offers his explanation after seeing you struggle to start the conversation. “She probably just followed me out to get papped. If you check Nic’s story you can see that I spent the whole night with the boys and I swear to God I didn’t talk to one girl that night. I never do.” His brown eyes search yours, begging you to believe him. You do, but that’s not what you’re worried about.

A few seconds pass in complete silence. “She’s really pretty,” is all you’re finally able to say.

Realisation strikes the brunet. “So?” he retorts instantly. “There are a million pretty girls out there, babe, but I don’t want any of them. Only you have my heart.”

You frown. “Are you happy like this, though?’ you ask, genuinely concerned. “With me? You could probably––”

Oikawa cuts you off firmly, leaning closer to his camera. “You’re the one and only person on my mind no matter where I am. You’ve been with me through thick and thin, wiped sweat and tears off my face, given me love that I probably don’t even deserve, and you think that I can’t be happy with you? Baby, happy is the least of the feelings I have for you.”

Finally, the turmoil in your stomach lulls to a stop. With a soft grin, you say, “So I may have been a little stupid.”

TOKYO

His voice is raspy from fatigue when he calls. “I missed you by my side today,” he murmurs.

“Babe, it’s midnight in Tokyo,” you reply, furrowing your brows. “Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

“I can’t without hearing your voice,” he says. “It’s so weird being back where I grew up. Home.” He pauses, then chuckles lightly. “Well, it’s not really home anymore, but it’s still got that… feeling to it.”

“Then where is home?” you ask, a smile tugging at your lips. Oikawa Tooru is the cheekiest sap in the entire world, so there’s no doubt that he’s going to say––

“With you.”

BUENOS AIRES

After four months of him being gone, there’s no better sight in this world than Oikawa Tooru walking through the apartment door with his suitcase at two in the afternoon.

With a tired smile, he closes his eyes, stretches his arms out, and says, “Hey.”

Stunned, you leap off the couch and towards the brunet at a thousand miles an hour, throwing yourself into his embrace.

“You smell like airport and citrus,” you say, wrinkling your nose. Still, you sigh happily when his arms come around your neck and tug your body closer to his.

“I’m gone for four months and that’s the first thing you say to me?” Oikawa pulls away, jaw hanging open in offence.

“Shut up,” you laugh, giving his shirt a hard yank. He grins as he falls back towards you, hands coming up to the sides of your face.

“You asked for it,” he replies, kissing you deeply.

After four torturous months away from home, Oikawa Tooru thinks that there’s no better feeling in this world than your smiling lips on his.

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blind love | l.m.k.

— in which mark lee is so much more than just your best friend but you were too blind to realize it.

word count: 7.2k | warnings: light swearing | blind love - lola young |

a/n: i didnt mean for it to be this long but i hope you enjoy!!!

“Just friends,” Mark said, his voice still steady even in the growing tension of the moment. “That’s all you said we are, right?”

Your head dropped down to look at your hands, not knowing what to say. The overbearing guilt of rejecting his sudden confession was crushing your chest that it became painful to breathe.

“I’m sorry, Mark,” was all you could say. You forced yourself to meet his gaze through your already glassy eyes, wanting to let him know the sincerity of your words.

He smiled kindly, shaking his head. There was sadness in his eyes. And in all the years you two have known each other, you could tell how hard he was trying to hide it. “It’s okay. That’s all we’ll be.”

You bumped your head repeatedly against your study table in an attempt to rid yourself of the memory that’s constantly been playing in your head. 

It was a Sunday which meant there were no classes, which meant the university was closed, which meant that you couldn’t even make an excuse to see your best friend Mark who somehow, after almost three years of friendship, suddenly decided that it was a good idea to tell you he loves you more than a friend should love a friend.

You couldn’t say it happened out of nowhere. He’s been saying he has something important to tell you for almost two weeks before the incident but every time you confront him about it, he always makes up some lame excuse to dodge. It took a lot of self-hate for yourself and a nice amount of his protective instinct to finally make him spit it out. 

He came to your apartment that night, finding you barefaced, wearing a pair of sweats and one of his hoodies that you stole some time ago. From that he already knew you weren’t okay. You like wearing his stuff to seek some sort of comfort. Somehow, the smell of his clothes helps calm you down.

You were supposed to help him finish a report but you couldn’t concentrate after getting a below satisfactory grade on a major exam. College has done nothing but give you a shitload of insecurities lately and this just pushed you off the edge. The only thing that has been keeping you sane was the knowledge that you had someone who you can run to at the end of the day. Someone who is willing to listen to your rants and would do almost anything to cheer you up.

That day, however, none of Mark’s usual encouragement worked on you. He was getting frustrated hearing you downplay yourself because of a single exam. You started going on about how stupid you felt, how staying up all night to study did nothing but make you ugly. Mark countered every insult you threw at yourself, throwing in a few jokes here and there, all of which you ignored. But when you went on about how all of this made you unworthy of anything, how no one could possibly love you in this state, he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“I love you,” he snapped, cutting you off from your long self-deprecating speech. 

“You’re my best friend. You’re supposed to say that,” you whined, clearly missing the point.

Mark, on the other hand, was barely holding it all inside. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. “No, idiot. I love you. Stop saying no one could love you, because I do. And not just because you’re my best friend.”

It wasn’t until you noticed his hands were quivering that you realized what he really meant. Looking back on it, you couldn’t help but hate yourself. You were sure it took a lot of his courage (and frustration) to come clean to you like that, and you couldn’t even take him seriously at first.

“Mark, no,” you remember telling him.

“I do. I hate that I do, but I do.” He looked away. “I love you and I know you’re feeling burdened right now, but you don’t have to say it back.”

A part of you broke that day. You hated rejecting people after having gone through several rejections yourself. It’s the worst feeling. You always wished there was a way you could always return people’s feelings just so no one would get hurt, but the universe just doesn’t work that way.

You muttered about a hundred sorries to which Mark replied a hundred ‘it’s okay’s. Maybe it was meant to make you feel better, but it just felt like your heart was getting ripped off your chest.

Mark didn’t stay long after that. You didn’t even get to help him with his report. He said sorry for suddenly dropping the L-word and you said sorry for not being able to say it back. He smiled sadly and it took your everything not to cry. He asked if he could hug you and you didn’t even answer. You just went straight into his arms, burying your head in his chest like you’ve done so many times before, breathing heavily to keep yourself from breaking down. And when the two of you pulled away, he insisted on being alone for a while. You said okay followed by another sorry.

You didn’t know “being alone for a while” meant ignoring you for god knows how long. You see him at uni but he wouldn’t even meet your eye. Even when you share the same class, he would choose to sit as far from you as possible. Once, he entered a cafe you were in and upon seeing you inside, he immediately turned around and walked away.

He’s ignoring you and he isn’t even being subtle about it. Mark Lee could never be subtle about anything, not even his feelings. You really were just too blind to realize anything.

Even other people saw how he felt. People used to come up to you all the time and ask about your “boyfriend” Mark. Sure, you would blush, shy that people thought you’re in a relationship with your best friend. When you explain that you weren’t actually dating, you would get the same shocked reaction every time. One of your friends even said you acted more like a couple than most people in a relationship do. You always thought it was just because you and Mark were such good friends.

“Friends don’t hold hands in public,” you remember Renjun saying.

“We don’t hold hands. He just grabs me and drags me to places,” you said defensively.

“And they don’t hug each other and stare at each other’s eyes while talking about pizza,” Jaemin scoffed.

You just rolled your eyes at them. It never crossed your mind that maybe they were right. You and Mark have never acted like how friends should. Maybe it’s the reason why you’re in this mess after all.

You sighed to yourself. You miss him. You can’t even pretend that you don’t. He’s become such a huge part of your everyday life that you couldn’t just ignore the sudden empty space he left when he said he wanted to be alone. You know he needed time to be by himself. But a part of you keeps holding on to his promise that even after his confession, you two would still be friends. And friends text each other, right? So all your attempts at communication depended on just that.

Thursday, 5:31 PM

You: wanna go watch a movie? i’ll buy the tickets.

Mark: cant. i have an exam tomorrow. sorry :/ maybe next time?

You: oh. okay. goodluck on your exam :)

Friday, 2:21 AM

You: [photo] this is possibly the cutest cat photo i’ve seen in awhile

Mark: that’s cute but dogs are still cuter

You: … okay?

Mark: go to sleep, y/n

Friday, 12:03 PM

You: i know you dont have class rn. have lunch w me?

Mark: oh i already ate with jaemin. sorry!!

You: it’s okayyyy :>> i’ll see u later? it’s friday night sooo we can hang out.

Mark: idk the boys already asked me to go out tonight

You: oh okay have fun!

Saturday, 6:54 PM

You: maaaark

Mark: y/nnn

You: [types] i miss you kajdhfhdksjdh [deletes]

You: nothing haha wanna grab some coffee?

Saturday, 7:01 PM

You: nvm haha have a nice nighhhttt

Sunday, 10:21 PM

You: hey can we talk

Mark: ???

You: please?

Mark: ye what about?

You: you said we’d still be friends

Mark: lol aren’t we?

You: this isn’t how friends talk to each other. i miss having an actual conversation with you.

You: we dont even see each other anymore.

Mark: i literally reply more to u than i do to jaem wdym haha

You: wow fine okay

Mark: ?????

You: i guess i deserve that haha

Mark: im tired y/n. night.

You: :( nighttt

You checked your messages for the nth time, reading everything as if something was gonna miraculously change with the cold conversation thread. Your fingers have been hovering over the keypad, typing and deleting ‘i miss you’ and ‘talk to me’ for about a hundred times already.

You don’t get why you can’t just say it. What’s so wrong with telling your best friend you miss him? Why is it so hard to press send? Why are you suddenly so afraid of how he would reply or if he would even reply at all?

It was only 10:30 in the evening. You know for sure Mark is only lying about going to sleep. He never sleeps this early unless he really is tired. He does nothing on Sundays so he can’t possibly be tired. Sundays are usually just the two of you hanging out in his apartment or yours, just to watch movies or study together. So what did he do today?

“Stop thinking about him,” you grumbled to yourself. “It’s just Mark. He’s a big boy, he can handle himself.”

But that’s not the point, a voice inside your head said. Just tell him you miss him.

You typed it again, ‘I miss you,’ but deleted it as soon as it was finished. Again. 

You’ve spent everyday with Mark that it suddenly hurts to think he’s enjoying the time you usually spend together alone. It’s crazy how you can’t stop thinking about how his day went or if he’s okay or whether he’s eaten or not. You know how stubborn he can be. Sometimes, he’d get so engulfed in whatever he’s doing that he would accidentally skip meals unless you remind him otherwise. 

“Fuck this,” you muttered to yourself. You figured you won’t ever be left at peace if you don’t do anything about whatever you’re feeling, so you decided to text Jaemin.

Sunday, 10:52 PM

You: jaeeem hi :)

Jaemin: y/n!!!!! hello :>

You: sorry for bothering you but have you talked to mark lately?

Jaemin: im talking to him rn haha why? you want me to ask him something?

You: not really hahaha how is he?

Jaemin: haha why not ask him yourself

You: he doesnt wanna talk to me lol pls just answer

Jaemin: he’s stubborn as always. he wont listen to me.

You: why, what’s he doing?

Jaemin: idk but it’s definitely not talking to you ksjdjkd

You: … very funny

Jaemin: sorry lmaooo he’s running on an hour or two of sleep everyday

You: jaemin!! why won’t you scold him?

Jaemin: we do! he just doesn’t listen. u know he only listens to you.

Jaemin: idk why you guys still arent together lmao bunch of idiots tbh

You: we’re just friends

Jaemin: rlly? oh btw mark hyung is looking for his save the bees shirt. did u see it anywhere?

You: yeah he left it here like two weeks ago when he slept over

Jaemin: LMAOOO DOESNT SOUND LIKE FRIENDS TO ME CHIEF

You: i fckingskjfhfn hate you

Jaemin: HJSJSHHDJD ok but seriously tho mark hyung is fine. just give him time, he’ll come around.

Jaemin: he misses you but u didnt hear it from me

Jaemin: ok bye he’s getting suspicious now lol

You: idk how you’re both an angel and the devil at the same time

You: anw thanks jaem. dont tell him i asked about him lol byeee

You sighed, putting your phone down in surrender. Your mind was more of a mess now than it was before you talked to Jaemin. You hate that he makes sense especially about the weird, more-than-friendly dynamics of your relationship with Mark. But more importantly, your head was beginning to be overfilled with worry.

Mark runs on barely two hours of sleep everyday. No wonder he always looks so out of it whenever you see him in the hallway. You wanted to call him, to tell him that he should sleep already, to remind him that he shouldn’t overwork himself, that doing just enough is okay. But you know he doesn’t want to talk to you. The cold replies and the ‘????’ were more than enough to tell you that.

Still, you figured it was worth a try sending him a little reminder. So you grabbed your phone once again and typed a message, revealing a little more of your emotions than you intended to. And before you could even think twice about it, you hit send.

Sunday, 11:04 PM

You: hey i know you’re still not asleep. dont worry, you dont have to reply to me. i just wanna tell you that you should take care of yourself. i know you. you’re stubborn and sometimes you won’t sleep or eat unless someone reminds you to so,, this is me reminding you haha. stop overworking yourself mark, please? you cant be sick cause i cant take care of you since you wont talk to me… lol jk. but seriously, get more rest (and talk to me,, hahah jk again unless u wanna ;)) please go to sleep now. goodnight. see you around i guess.

You stopped texting Mark after that. You wondered if he would find the initiative to talk to you first if you didn’t start the conversation. Now, two days have passed and your sleep reminder remains to be the last message on your conversation thread. You couldn’t say it didn’t hurt. You were hoping for at least a small thanks but didn’t get anything at all.

You were starting to get more and more frustrated as the days went by. It’s so unfair that you are slowly losing your best friend because of this. It’s unfair that you can’t even be mad at him because you just broke his heart. You wished there was any way you could have changed what happened, but the past remains to be written.

That afternoon, you passed by one of the cafes you and Mark always go to. You went inside, suddenly craving their special banana muffin which he introduced to you some months ago. The owner recognized you right away as you came up to the cashier.

“You’re not with your boyfriend today?” she asked.

You felt your heart skip a beat and not in a good way. It hurt. You figured there was no use in explaining since she probably won’t believe that Mark is not your boyfriend so you just smiled sadly and answered, “No.”

The lady somehow talked you into buying two muffins so you can bring one to your “boyfriend.” After handing her your payment, you realized maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. Mark always brings you stuff whenever you’re mad or upset. He knows exactly what you’re craving for even before you knew you were craving for it. Why not try if it works on him?

As soon as you headed out the cafe, you whipped your phone out to text Jaemin, asking if he knew where Mark was. It’s Tuesday, his most free day of the week so he could be anywhere. Jaemin replied not after five minutes.

Jaemin: not sure but he mentioned something about the library??

You: okay thank you!

From that, you knew exactly where Mark is. There was a small patio-like spot beside the library that he likes going to. Not a lot of people utilize the place since the tables and chairs are almost always filled with dried fallen leaves from the surrounding trees but Mark likes the thought of being close to nature.

That day though, there were more people around the area than usual. It was lunchtime so most people were out of the classrooms. Still, it wasn’t hard spotting Mark. It has never been much of a challenge finding him in a crowd of people. You saw him as soon as he came into view, sitting by the table on the corner under one of the ginkgo trees. He had his laptop open and a box of food beside it. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration one moment and then he was laughing the next. 

You were about to make your way towards him but immediately stopped in your tracks when you realized he wasn’t alone.

You didn’t know who the girl was. You’ve seen her a lot of times in class and in the hallway. You even have a vague memory of Mark talking to her one time. But you never really bothered to learn her name. She had that soft, innocent look that goes so well with her shy smile. She had her hair tucked in her ears to show just enough of her pretty face. She was beautiful. Unconventionally but undeniably. But none of that mattered.

When she said something with a smirk and Mark let out his trademark laugh, nose scrunching, hand repeatedly hitting the table, shoulders shaking and all, it felt like something punched you in the stomach. He uttered something in reply and now both of them are clutching their sides for laughing too hard. 

He looks happy, you thought, I should be, too.

But you aren’t. You continued watching their exchange, him showing her something on his laptop and both of them laughing once again. Your chest felt heavy, like something was sitting on it and now it hurts to breathe. You didn’t realize you’ve been clutching the plastic bag containing the muffin too hard until you felt the sting of nails digging on your palms. You knew you should look away but you couldn’t. You wanted to run towards him. You wanted to tell the girl to scooch over so you can sit beside Mark and give him his muffin.

This is pathetic. I should be happy for him, you said to yourself. But why am I not?

You wanted to be angry, to scream and say that it should be you he’s laughing like that with. To say that it’s you he should be spending his time with. You wanted to ask if he still feels the way he said he does about you. And if he does, then why this? But you remained glued to the ground.

You hated how you were being selfish. You rejected him, remember? So why do you expect him to follow your tails like an intoxicated mad dog? Why can’t you be happy at the possibility that he found someone that feels the same way he does? Why does it… hurt? It’s not supposed to. If you really are friends, then him being happy with someone after your rejection should make you happy as well. If you really are friends, then you shouldn’t be standing here looking stupid, watching them from afar, wishing he’s with you instead.

“What are you looking at?”

You jumped at the sudden disruption, almost dropping your muffins. “What the hell, Jaemin?!” you whined, finally looking away from Mark.

“Mark hyung and Mina?” he snorted.

So that’s her name. “No,” you lied, forcing yourself to take a step away, then another, then another.

“Are you jealous?” Jaemin teased. “Have you finally realized you’re also whipped for our hyung?”

“No,” you grumbled.

“Then why are you almost crying?” 

You blinked. You didn’t even realize the tears pooling in your eyes. Why are you being like this? “Shut up. I’m not.”

Jaemin only shrugged. “Fine. Torture yourself, then.” He smirked. “By the way, Jeno and I are inviting people to our place this Friday after exams. Just some drinks and maybe karaoke, I don’t know. We all deserve a break from hell. Wanna come?”

You didn’t reply. Your mind was too preoccupied with other things.

“Mark hyung is coming,” he said. “Maybe Mina too.”

“I don’t wanna go,” you said immediately, suddenly coming up with a decision.

The boy laughed. “You are jealous! God, I love it when you prove yourself wrong. You shouldn’t be though. You already know he likes you.”

“I’m not jealous! Stop it,” you whined, really wanting to cry this time. Everything is so frustrating and Jaemin is not being of any help. You wanted to go home and just wrap yourself in your blanket and maybe one of Mark’s hoodies.

“Then come to our place this Friday. It’s gonna be fun.” He grinned.

“Fine. Whatever. Just get away from me, you little shit,” you said, kicking him lightly in the butt.

You didn’t know if it was a lie or not but if Mark really is seeing someone now, you just didn’t like the idea of seeing them flirt with each other in front of your eyes. Even the thought of it makes you want to pull all your hair out. Is that considered jealousy? If so, why are you feeling it for someone who’s supposed to be just a friend?

Thursday came and you found yourself crying after realizing the shirt you’ve been wearing the whole day was Mark’s. No wonder he looked surprised seeing you in the hallway. He looked away immediately though, acting as if you weren’t there. It didn’t even cross your mind since you use this shirt quite a lot.

After calming yourself down, you put your playlist on shuffle and cried some more after Friends by Ed Sheeran started playing. You didn’t even realize how fitting the song was for your situation until now. Mark probably did.

You remembered him singing that song once. The two of you were just lounging in his apartment. He was playing his guitar while you pretended to study when in reality you were just looking at him. You watched as his fingers plucked and strummed the guitar strings while he softly mumbled lyrics, head bobbing to the tune. He’s good. Unsurprisingly, since he’s good at everything.

When he realized you were staring at him, he turned his head slightly to meet your eyes, one side of his lips curling up into a smirk. “No, my friends won’t love me like you do,” he sang. 

You looked away, your cheeks heating up almost immediately. It was hard to focus on your readings when he’s sitting right in front of you looking like that, singing like that. You sighed. He truly was never being subtle about how he felt.

After finishing the song, Mark put his guitar down and laid his head on your lap, not even bothering to ask if it’s okay. That’s how comfortable you were with each other.

“What are you doing?” You remember whining.

“Wake me up after 15 minutes,” he said, already closing his eyes. You took a photo of him that night. He’s cute when he’s asleep. Even cuter when you look at him up close. 

Of course, you just had to search your camera roll to find the photo. When you did, it felt as if a storm was raging on your stomach and a gorilla was pounding on your chest. It never dawned to you just how much it hurts that he suddenly left you alone until that moment.

“Goddamn, I miss you so much,” you muttered, looking at his peaceful expression in the photo.

And then you cried some more. You feel lost.

All you wanted to do was curl up in his arms and inhale his scent and listen to how his day went (and maybe accidentally fall asleep together). It sucks because you really had no one else to turn to. The single person who has always been your safe place doesn’t want to talk to you and even if he did, you really wouldn’t know what to say. Perhaps friends really aren’t like that. The thought of everyone being right when they said that maybe you and Mark were never really just friends has never been stronger than it was tonight.

Still, you couldn’t be bothered to sort your feelings out.

He feels like home, you thought. It was the best way to explain the sense of comfort and safety and the feeling of being more than enough that he provides you. It’s the only thing you can think of when your mind drifts to how he is always the constant person that you run to at the end of the day. But friends can feel like home, too, right?

Not to this extent. Not really.

Friday. You found yourself aimlessly roaming around the neighborhood after your classes in the hopes of distracting yourself from your feelings or whatever the hell they’re supposed to be called. You wouldn’t have remembered Jaemin’s party if you didn’t happen to pass by their apartment building.

You stood in front of it for two solid minutes, contemplating whether to go or not.

Mark might be there, you thought. With everything that’s going on in your head and with all the mess happening in your chest, would it really be a good idea to see him? You thought maybe all these things you’re feeling are just a result of missing him. All these sadness and confusion might just be because you miss your best friend.

So you entered the building. You told yourself that you’ll try talking to him again this time, no matter how stubborn he’s going to be. And if it still doesn’t change anything, then you will take it as a sign to let him go. If not forever, then at least for now.

You reached the door to Jaemin and Jeno’s apartment. Even from the outside, the sound of the bass can already be heard. You wondered how long before the neighbors would file a complaint against them, but knowing Jaemin and Jeno, their neighbors are probably inside, partying with them right now.

Before entering, you looked down on your chest just to make sure you were wearing your own shirt and not Mark’s. It didn’t feel right wearing his stuff anymore. God, it really felt like you just broke up. Why is it like this?

You took a deep breath and opened the door. There were already a lot of people inside even if it was just 8 in the evening. Most of them, you know the faces of. You smiled to greet some and muttered a hi to others.

Renjun spotted you as soon as you came into the living room. “Y/N!” He grinned, handing you a cup of god knows what. “Jaemin said he invited you but we were all pretty sure you were gonna ghost us. But you didn’t!”

You laughed hesitantly. “Thanks, I guess?”

“Drink up. It’s a cocktail I made myself,” he said proudly, almost forcing the cup into your mouth.

You took a sip, figuring it won’t do any harm but you spat the liquid back to the cup as soon as it touched your tongue. “What the hell did you put in this?”

He shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. I just mixed in everything I could find. Thanks for trying it out though. I’ve been looking for a volunteer for five minutes already.”

You frowned. There were a lot of things you were unsure of at the moment but there is one thing that’s certain: you have weird friends. You were about to complain to Renjun when he plucked the cup from your grip and went on to find another victim, not even bothering to listen when you said you literally spat on the cup.

Mark didn’t seem to be anywhere. The apartment wasn’t that big so if he was here, it would be easy to spot him. Maybe he decided not to show up after knowing you were coming. And honestly, part of you was relieved. As much as you wanted to talk to him, you still didn’t know what to say. 

I’m sorry I broke your heart, but I miss you so much and I did a lot of thinking and maybe we really shouldn’t be labeled as just friends but I don’t know if I love you, is that okay? That’s just stupid. This whole thing is stupid.

You wanted to leave. Parties have never really been your thing. You usually just go because Mark asked you to since he loves interacting with people. But you figured you needed some alcohol in your system, mainly as a distraction, but also to give you a boost of courage just in case. So you made your way to the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with anyone as much as possible.

You stopped in your tracks as you came to the kitchen. The sound of that laugh was all too familiar.

Great, you thought. Mark was there. And Mina was too. But so were Jeno and Jaemin who exchanged looks as soon as their eyes landed on you. They were all laughing about something before you came.

“You’re here!” Jaemin said a little too enthusiastically in a poor attempt to address the sudden increase of tension in the room.

“Hi,” you said, smiling sheepishly, purposefully avoiding Mark’s gaze which you could feel boring into you. “Just gonna get a drink.”

“Help yourself,” Jeno said. Jaemin smirked beside him. 

The refrigerator was just beside Mark. Just great, you thought again. You walked towards it, desperately trying to ignore the four pairs of eyes following your every move.

“Excuse me,” you muttered, still not looking at your best friend.

Mark took a step sideways before opening the fridge for you. You muttered a quick thanks before grabbing the first bottle your hands landed on, not even bothering to check what it was. You really just wanted to get out of there. Maybe the talking to Mark plan was flawed from the beginning because you clearly can’t find the courage in you to face him now.

Beside you, Mark clicked his tongue. He was so close that you could smell his perfume mixed with a bit of alcohol. It made your knees weak. 

He took the bottle from your hand and put it back before grabbing a different one and handing it to you. “The other one had vodka. Vodkas give you a headache, remember?” he said in a slightly annoyed tone.

“Oh.” Your voice sounded small even to your own ears. Not gonna lie, you wanted to cry at that moment. “Thanks.”

You could hear Jaemin snickering behind you but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care. You turned to everyone and said a quick goodbye before dashing out of the kitchen.

Your heart was beating hard and rapidly and not because you moved too fast. You didn’t know why but it hurt seeing Mark like that, like he was okay, like nothing changed with the two of you. It hurt knowing that even after everything, he still knows you the best.

You wanted to run. You wanted to disappear. But you couldn’t leave without passing by the kitchen. Somehow, you know someone in there would stop you. If not Mark, then definitely Jaemin. But you really wanted to be alone. So you resorted to the next best thing. You whipped your phone out and sent Jaemin a text.

You: thanks for inviting me to this party. now i feel like shit :D

Jaemin: IM SORRY BUT DONT LEAVE YET TF

You:  i need to be alone and i cant leave without passing by the kitchen and seeing mark. so pls let me use your room for a while.

You: i wont do anything i promise. i just need to calm down.

Jaemin: fine but dont lock the door

You: okay thanks

The door to Jaemin’s room was at the other end of the apartment. You made your way through the noisy crowd, slipping from Renjun’s weird gimmicks when he tried to make you a victim once again, before finally reaching the quiet confines of Jaemin’s room.

The thin walls barely blocked the noise but at least there was no one else here. You sat at the edge of the bed and placed the beer bottle on the floor. You forgot you didn’t even manage to open it. So you just stared at your feet, trying to catch your breath even if you didn’t do anything. That heavy feeling on your chest was back again. It was now associated with being in Mark’s presence.

You started counting to ten to calm yourself down before burying your face on your palms, breaking down into sobs as soon as your forehead came in contact with your fingers. “God, why can’t I just…” you cried, “... admit it to myself already?”

You wanted to thrash around in the bed in frustration but you thought Jaemin didn’t deserve such a mess so you settled with getting up and lightly banging your head against the door. It’s a bad habit you do when you feel annoyed or frustrated. Mark has always been reminding you to stop before you hurt yourself.

Mark. Again. You groaned, hitting your head a little harder this time.

Someone knocked on the door making you stop. You took a step back, thinking you just imagined it. But there it was again.

“Someone’s here,” you said, trying to hide the sound of your voice breaking.

“I know. Can I come in?” It was Mark. There was no question. 

Your heart started pounding on your chest once again. You wanted to tell him to go away but you couldn’t find it in yourself to do so. 

He took your silence as a yes. He swung the door slightly and poked his head through the small opening. Your hands immediately flew to your face to hide the fact that you’ve been crying.

“You know, I came in here because I didn’t wanna see you when I pass by the kitchen if I leave then you come here making me look like a clown,” you said, your voice muffled by your hands.

Mark chuckled softly. “Why didn’t you wanna see me?”

You didn’t reply. Your face felt hot, not just because of the tears that just won’t stop falling but also because all the blood has come rushing to your cheeks.

Mark grabbed both your wrists and gently lowered your hands down, trying to see your face, but your head bent down as soon as it wasn’t covered. “Y/N, look at me,” he said, hands still on your wrists.

“No.”

“Are you crying?” The idiot crouched down to have a glimpse of your face making you whine and cover your face again. “Last I checked, I should be the one looking brokenhearted around here.”

“God I hate you,” you mumbled. “You ignored me for nearly four weeks and you come in here just to make fun of me.”

He let out an empty laugh. “Well, you did break my heart so…”

At that, you removed your hands from your face to look at him. You were going to say sorry but Mark had that smug look on his face that made you want to punch him. It was almost convincing if you weren’t so good at reading the real emotions in his eyes. His expression softened upon finally seeing you properly.

He looked away, not being able to hold your gaze either. That just confirmed how hard he was trying to keep up with the exterior he was showing everyone.

“I’m sorry,” you said, voice breaking.

He sighed.  “I told you. It’s okay.”

“But it’s not,” you cried. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t realize how easy it was to misread what we had because let’s face it, we don’t act like ‘just friends.’ I’m sorry because I was too blind to see how you felt even when you weren’t really trying to hide it. I’m sorry because even though I rejected you, I was so selfish that I still wanted to keep you for myself without realizing that you probably needed to be away from me to move on. I’m sorry because…” you swallowed.

Mark was just looking at you, eyebrows slightly raised in anticipation of what you were going to say next. You missed him. You missed that cute face of his. You missed being in his presence. You missed his voice and his laugh and how he loves teasing you even if he probably feels like shit inside. You missed everything. Four weeks have been too long without each other. Four weeks is too long without your best friend. Four weeks is too long without your home. And that’s when you realized…

“... I can’t let you go. And I might be too late, but I’m sorry that I only just realized why.”

“Why?” he asked. 

It was a simple question. Why? Yet it managed to carve out every single feeling you’ve ever felt for this boy. Every little moment he made you laugh. Every small heartbreak you get when he fails to keep his tiny promises. Every single night you ‘accidentally’ fell asleep next to each other. Every ounce of fulfillment you get when you finally convince him to sleep after a long day. Every goodnight. Every good morning. Everything.

“I love you,” you said. It sounded almost like an exhale.

For a moment, Mark didn’t reply. Your head immediately started swarming with unwelcomed thoughts. Maybe you were too late. You almost forgot about Mina who he seems to be having an excellent time with. Maybe he managed to move on within those four weeks. It’s possible, right? You had your chance and you missed it. 

Finally, Mark let out a laugh, his head falling down to look at the floor. “I told you you didn’t have to say it back,” he said, voice soft.

You shook your head. “I’m not saying it because you said it first,” you said. “I realize this might be the worst timing but I just thought you should know you weren’t the only one being stupid enough to fall for their best friend. I was just too dumb to realize that that’s what it was.”

“Why would it be the worst timing?” He frowned.

You felt like crying again. You really wish you had some alcohol in your system right now. Why is this whole confession thing taking so long? “‘Cause you’re dating Mina? Or trying to. I don’t know. I tried not keeping tabs on you because our friends are assholes who wouldn’t stop teasing me. She’s pretty, by the way. You two look good together.”

Mark laughed again. It was raw and real this time, and god, the way your chest tightened in endearment at the sound was so pure. “You thought me and Mina are dating?”

“Aren’t you? I’ve seen you guys together a lot.” Well, once. But you tend to overestimate things.

“No!” He snorted. “Jaemin and I are trying to get her and Jeno together. If anything, she made me realize that we definitely aren’t just friends.”

“Really?” Now you just feel stupid. But what else is new? It’s all you’ve been feeling lately. Come to think of it, Mark and Mina didn’t even come close to how you two act with each other.

“Really,” he said. “Friends don’t stay at each other’s place and cuddle with each other just to fall asleep, Y/N. Besides, I said I love you, didn’t I? Did you really think that’s just gonna go away that quickly?”

“Mark, I can’t even sort my feelings out. How am I supposed to figure out how yours work?” You sighed.

“Fine. Just to be clear, I still love you. Even if you don’t, I love you,” he said, taking both your hands and placing it on his shoulder before putting his on your waist.

“But I do.”

“Say it then.”

“I love you. Even if you’re the dorkiest person I know, I love you.” Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair. You’ve run your hands through his hair so many times before. You wondered why it never crossed your mind that you liked doing it not because his hair is soft but because you were sucker for the domestic feeling of it.

Mark couldn’t stop himself from smiling that he had to bury his face at the crook of your neck. “I’m not used to this, sorry.”

“Me neither,” you laughed.

When he finally composed himself, he pulled away just enough to look at you. All those times you’ve stood this close before does not even compare to how it’s like right now. This is the perfect mix of feeling new but familiar.

“You have no idea how many mornings I fought the urge to kiss you whenever we wake up next to each other,” he said in a soft voice.

“Well, nothing’s stopping you know, is there?” you muttered, eyes fluttering to his lips.

You pulled Mark down by the neck as he pulled you closer to him, your lips finally connecting. The idea of kissing him isn’t new to you. There were so many times before that you’ve found yourself inches away from his face and slamming your lips together wouldn’t have been such a bad idea. But this is the first you actually kissed him yet he felt so familiar that you were almost sure you’ve done this a million times before. His lips were soft against yours that it made you weak in the knees. If he weren’t holding onto you like he was, you probably would’ve crumpled already.

The two of you pulled away, breathless.

“Wow,” he breathed. “That didn’t even come close to how I imagined it would feel like.”

You laughed. “This whole night didn’t come close to how I imagined it would be like. I thought you were gonna keep on ignoring me. And honestly, I wouldn’t know how to cope anymore because I really, really miss you already. So thanks for saving me.”

“Stop making me blush. I don’t know how I can possibly love you more than this.”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. This was only one of the very few times that the reality went better than your expectations. But then again, maybe you and Mark have always been meant to happen. It was happening even before you realized it was. And now that you finally managed to sort how you both felt, there was no more wasting chances.

“Do I still have to ask you to be my girlfriend?” he asked.

“We’ve literally slept in the same bed so many times. I’d be more surprised if we’re not dating already,” you joked.

Mark grinned. “You’re literally the only one who didn’t realize that until today, but it’s okay, I still love you.”

You laughed. “Wanna go outside and pretend we didn’t make up? I’m 100% sure Jaemin betted on us.”

“I worry how your mind works sometimes, Y/N,” Mark said with a frown before kissing you on the forehead. “But let’s do it.”

You smiled. You’ve said it a lot but you really missed this proximity. You missed being able to hug him whenever you want, and now you can kiss him whenever you want too. You wanted to say you could get used to this, but the thing is… you already are.

#y/n is a clown here read at your own risk #BUT PLS ENJOY CAUSE I DID #dhjdkjfhdfk i should stop writing about mark #nct au #nct imagines #mark lee imagines #mark lee #nct mark au #nct prompts #nct blurbs #soft nct hours #sad nct hours #nct fluff au #nct angst au #nct dream au #nct 127 au

[jougogo]

mascaras the haikyuu queens would borrow from my bag

based on my unhealthy obsession with mascaras (pls someone sponsor me)

also there’s a crack drabble at the end please read it im wheezing

shimizu kiyoko

bombastic by doucce: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL'S GORGEOUS LASHES im so jealous, anyways this mascara has a good wand and it's really good for achieving a more wispy/voluminous/full look IN LIKE ONE SWIPE WTF THIS IS A GODSEND. literally looks like lash extensions, i could go on and on about this mascara. not flaky and this will survive through workouts! doesn't give you raccoon eyes so it's good ! (coming from an athlete with an oily eyelids so dw i gotchu covered) a personal fav of mine teehee, ranked #1 in my bag.

hitoka yachi

it's real! benefit: this mascara is so so good at lengthening and giving off that natural look, which i think yachi would appreciate because she doesn't like too much attention and it's natural so she can sneak this by her mom nope def not speaking from experience it's really great for beginners, and also very reliable and trustworthy. this lil thing will get the job done, guranteed.

tanaka saeko

better than sex by too faced: this mascara just screams I N T E N S I T Y. it's super voluminizing and gives off the appearance of a fuller lash. on the more dry/creamy side so it's super great for beginners or if ur really hungover. also it's v v reliable, will give you wispy lashes every time! my go to when im late which is everyday but we don't talk about that

michimiya yui

bad gal bang! by benefit: another really natural one, good at separating, very VERY lengthening. dramatic enough so that it'll make you look more awake but still not enough to get daichi's attention rip.  but this shi!t will stay all day until you take it off. a little more liquidy so you get some time to fix any lashes that are stuck together. also, thin wand so great for bottom lashes as well! 10/10, very much recommend. 

shirofuku yukie

waterproof lights camera lashes by tarte: i feel like she's the type to be drinking her water but then when she puts it down too quickly the water just splashes right back in her face?? LMAO or does this only happen to me, but she needs her mascara to be waterproof! also bc of all the steam from the yummy food contests she's conquering! anyways the queen deserves the whole spotlight so she gets the beloved lcl by tarte! the wand is pretty thin but don't let that fool you, because this wand is so good at lengthening and separating lashes. really good at holding curls. 

suzumeda kaori

lash sensational from loreal: pls give this poor girl a break i cant even imagine running around the fukurodani team with bokuto's antics, they've definitely broken into her bags more than once and messed up her stuff. so she had to get the cheap drugstore mascara just in case </3 but its okay because this is one of my top 3, the consistency is really good and the wand is so amazing gahh, it has like different combs on different sides so if you have that one pesky pair of lash that just sticks together it'll be super easy to fix. perfect for on the go

misaki hana

kush mascara by milk makeup: you can't convince me that this girl isn't exhausted from the antics of johzenji, which makes this mascara perfect for her! the consistency is on the creamy/dry side so a couple quick swipes will get you the full lash. plus it's infused w some cannabis oil so it makes ur lash healthier (but terushima will definitely try to do some experiments w this so please hana guard it safely)

amanai kanoka

lash next door by brooklyn and bailey: ok ok so my fav thing about this mascara is that it's not waterproof so it's easy to take off, but it's water resistant so that it won't come off when you're all sweaty!! literally perfect for intense practices, and the wand is similar to lcm by tarte so they wield pretty similar results; sweet, curled, lengthened lashes!! and DOES NOT FLAKE it's literally a life saver

alisa haiba

liquid lash extensions by thrive: this mascara definitely the one i use the most! It’s unique in the sense that it’s a tubing mascara, so it’s water resistant which is great for alisa because she keeps tearing up every time lev messes up a serve (we stan a responsible sis) BUT it’s also very easily removed! just splash some warm water and the mascara literally slides right off im not even kidding. she definitely takes really good care of her appearance and will be sad even if she sees one eyelash fall so this is really great for her bc waterproof mascara is such a pain in the ass to remove. also very lengthening

yamaka mika 

lash multiplier by revlon: mika is a baddie!! but daishou makes her cry so much she has to rebuy a tube like every month. so our lovely mika gets something easy, cheap, and has a good effect for puppy eyes. this mascara is just like the liquid lash extension; a tubing mascara,,,HOWEVER this one is WAY CHEAPER. u can def find this at ur local drugstore for like 6-8 bucks. great for on the go since it's easy to apply super fast, will get u a nice full fringe in like 3 swipes.

nametsu mai

damn girl! by too faced: how could i forget our beloved date tech manager,,,mai is def the scariest on date tech and she will let you know!!! this mascara is essentially a sequel to better than sex; your lashes will be bigger, fuller, and more glamorous! also the formula is literally so light it's like whipped cream,,, you will not feel a thing guranteed. it's like extensions but m a g i c

extra:

after being scolded by yukie for not getting dinner on time, the boys of the 3rd gym strolled through the dimly lit hallway on the way to the cafeteria. "yo, you know, i heard the girls bathrooms have couches or whatever," kuroo said, noticing the girl's bathroom as they walked past it. 

"what! thats not fair!" bokuto whined. "how come the girl's stuff are always nicer? the boy's bathroom always just stinks, and there's always pee on the ground for some reason. like why can't you just aim? it's not that hard." 

"well, im sure for short people, like maybe yaku-san or shoyo it's easy. but it's hard to aim when you're very tall!" lev explained brightly. in the onsen somewhere, morisuke yaku felt shivers go up his spine and a sudden urge to punch someone.

"lev, are u sure ur not the one peeing the floor? c'mon, man this is why we don't get nice things in our bathrooms!" kuroo groaned, flicking the first year’s forehead.

"well, it's just a rumor," akaashi explained, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe off the sweat on his face. "there might not be a couch in the girl's bathroom."

"why don't you go find out?" tsukki taunted with a devilish grin on his face. 

"i don't think this is a good idea," akaashi remarked, albeit a bit too late as hinata, kuroo, lev, and bokuto already sprinted down the hallway. 

"aww, no couch" bokuto disappointedly wailed when he stepped into the girl's bathroom. 

"well, this is a school bathroom after all," kuroo admitted as he flipped on the light switch. the bathroom was cleaner than the boy’s, for sure, but after all the outrageous tales they had expected to find at least a little something out of the ordinary.

"hey, what's this?" hinata was pointing to a bright pink makeup bag that was lying open on the counter.

"ooh, one of the managers must’ve left it behind! whose bag is this, is there a name on it?" lev rushed over to the bag and turned it upside down. dozens of colorful tubes and compacts fell out, splayed across the counter.

"whats this tube?" hinata asked, holding up a metallic pink tube.

"well, what does it say on the tube, dumbass?" tsukki smirked from the door frame he was leaning on. akaashi hesitantly stood behind him, questioning if entering the girl’s bathroom was a good decision. 

"better..than sex!" hinata read aloud, a bit louder than he had intended to. everyone froze, and stared at the little pink tube.

"wait what the fu- hold up lemme see that," kuroo aggressively grabbed the tube from hinata's hands and twisted it open

"oh it's just macasara," bokuto said. they shouldn’t have been surprised, considering it did come out of a makeup bag.

"do you think the name is true?" kuroo was actually curious about this. is the little pink tube of innocent looking mascara the reason that girls were refusing to go out with him?

"let's see," bokuto snatched the tube out of kuroo's hand and started swiping on the pigment on his lashes, his mouth agape and head tilted back as he intently stared at his reflection in the mirror.

"it's been 10 minutes since we called the boys, should we check up on them?" yachi said nervously. the other girls turned and looked as if she had just made a revelation. "you're right, bokuto always sprints up for dinner and he looked pretty eager when we gave him his notice," kaori said nervously. "and everyone knows that the nekoma boys shouldn't be left alone, they're chaotic," shirufuku remarked. "that's so true...lets go find them," the rest of the managers agreed, taking off their aprons and stepping out of the cafeteria.

however, they heard the boisterous laughs a floor away. cautiously, kiyoko led the group down the stairs and followed the sound. imagine their surprise when they found the noise coming from inside the girl's bathroom. 

"um, we're the only girls here…" yachi whispered. they crept up closer and closer until they were right outside. kiyoko put her finger to her lips and motioned for the girls to line up against the wall just in case. "okay, we'll open the door in 3…" she put her hand on the knob. "2…" it seemed like time was in slow motion as everyone's heart pounded loudly. "1!"

kuroo and hinata have mascara on their eyebrows, streaks of black pigment under their eyes and all over their cheeks like some kind of war paint. akaashi is holding an eyelash curler, trying to curl bokuto's eyelashes all the while bokuto is smacking akaashi's hand away.

"it looks like a torture device!" he cried.

"bokuto-san, it's suppose the enhance the lengthening effect,"

lev is trying to give himself a mustache by swiping on hair-like strokes with the mascara wand, and ever the opportunist, tsukki is in the corner, taking blackmail pictures

"oh, hi!. . . girls" hinata trailed off when he saw the horrified managers through the mirror. every face in the room paled white as a sheet. 

extra no.2:

"wait how do i take this off, it's not coming off with water!!" bokuto wailed, slumping against the sink

he had unfortunately, picked the waterproof mascara.

the managers agreed that they have all conveniently ran out of makeup wipes

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu crack #haikyuu kiyoko #haikyuu yachi #nekoma #karasuno #fukurodani #kuroo tetsurō #haikyuu kuroo #hq akaashi #akaashi x reader #akaashi #haikyuu shoyo #hinata #haikyuu saeko #bokuaka

[thirsthourdemon]

What does happiness look like?

Includes: Kuroo

Genre: Angst, a tad of fluff

Warnings: cheating?

A/N: Mwuah Happy? What happy?

Cold and trembling, he was submerged into the freezing water up to his collar bones. Head resting on the dull coloured wall tiles of his bathroom, kuroo stared aimlessly at the edge of his tub. Chapped lips and a bored gaze on his pale face that night. Why cant we just be happy? To be obliviously happy. What did happiness even look like anymore? Was he even worthy of happiness?

These questions constantly seep their way into his head and like the overthinker he was, he’d spend hours remaining in the cold water pondering on when he was every going to see the light again. Bathing for decency. As he stood up from his position, he sneaked a peek at the autumn sky in the small compact window on top of his bathroom. Though his body was telling him to quickly cover himself, he simply took his time wearing clothes, still dazed. The moaning and groaning of his stomach, though not new, did not fell into deaf ears as he had thought to walked over to the local ramen shop to get something to eat. It wasn’t foreign for him to feel that as he had been doing that for a while. Eating just to survive. He pockets his keys and looks over at the jersey he was supposedly proud of. Framed with a picture of his previous volleyball team beside it. The smile he has on his face with the sweat dripping down his brow. Staying alive just for the sake of being alive.

What face will he make when he sees what happiness looks like again? The clicking of the door echoed telling him that he could go already. Once again taking his time, he admired the view of the night all the while not noticing the fumbling bike about to crash at him. In a swift moment he had barely moved aside as the bike had coming crashing into the pile of garbage cans. The loud crash scaring the kittens that have been concealing themselves using the bins and bags. “Im fi-hay-ne” she slurs through her loud announcement of her state while trying to pick herself up from the rubble.

“I wasn’t asking-“ “Well that’s mean! Didn’t your mother teach you to help those who needed it?” She banters while patting herself to rid of the dirt, though that did nothing to the stench that she now had on her. “You dont seem like you need help though...” his voice was in between a low growl and mumble. “Ha?! Look at this boy! Not even helping a lady! Who raised you?” She starts grumbling, picking up her bike and trying to get back on, ultimately failing. The night was so dark that only the light post was illuminating the way, looking at the ill mannered girl, he had finally gotten a good look of her face.

Scrunched up nose with stars for eyes, clearly scratched and a bit of filth layed on her soft cheeks. Her brows furrowed to the center and sweat glistening on her forehead. Cutting through his admiring thoughts” Then let me help you. My apartment is near by” he utters, seemingly regretting this but accepting the situation when she turns to him with a toothy grin and runs close him.

She smelled of garbage and oil, amusing him though she starts rambling about her day.

Wow she actually thinks I care...Hmmm...when will she even stop talking? At least she’s not awkward, I guess? What is she even talking about? “-So there I was right? He was trying to talk me into letting him eat me while I was on my period. Calling me his little ketchup packet-“ “HAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT?!” A hyena like laughter emits from his lips. When was the last time he even laughed like this? His grabbed onto his sides and cackled the night away. The night, the moment he looked at her...

His eyes relaxed and a small smile to his dry lips, that was the face he had when he had finally seen what happiness looked like again.

The face he had made everyday since then.

“Tetsu! Look at the kitten mugs! We should get some! It looks great!” “Y/N, we dont need-“ “LOOK! They even have nekoma themed mugs! And fukurodani ones! These are great! Did you know I actually went to fukurodani?” Her blabber was a tune that was constantly stuck to his head now. Watching her bring the mugs to the counter, he quickly hands his card to the register without her protest...well up until “I could have handled that yknow?” Another one of her famous complaints. Who knew happiness was a small woman in an old jacket and was as aggressive as a chihuahua?

“Fine, then you can buy the tea, kitten?” The raven offered as she feels her cheeks grow warm at the nickname. “Of course Im paying for tea, idiot!” Hurriedly grabbing her shopping bag and walking to the entrance that kuroo had opened for her. Walking side by side while munching on the weird convenience store they had both decided on.

“I like these! We should buy more next time, no?” Gasping at the delicious snack.

“Make yourself at home...” “Will do, sir~” she enters his apartment so casually and places the mugs down. Plopping down on her, self-proclaimed, spot while the rooster haired male had set up his kitchen for some tea she sets up the show they were going to watch. Spotting some packets of convenience store food, the smaller girl stared at them and started arising from her seat.

Kuroo felt small arms wrap around his waist and a cheek to his back. “Tetsu...” “Yes, kitten?” Replying with a teasing voice however regretting it as soon the male realizes what was happening. “I told you not to eat convenience store food anymore!” She scolds. Sigh It was a sight to behold. A 6ft tall man saying sorry to a smaller female, who was not even his lover, scolding him of not taking better care of himself. Though after all has been said and done she brings him to a cuddle on the couch. “Im just scolding you because I lov- ehem I..aughh I mean be-cause... you aren’t taking care of yourself again...you idiot” The last part sounding almost like a whisper. He was safe, content and most of all happy.

Recalling the questions he once had in his head.

Who knew happiness looked like her? An aggressive small girl who was way too confident.

A certain warm light to her eyes. Brow always dripping with sweat. She was fierce and weirdly competitive in things that don’t really matter.

‘Who could eat the most mochi?’ ‘Who could finish their tea first?’ Most of which the former captain would entertain. Happiness looked like her whenever she would run after the birds at the park and giggle at their “Cowardice” to face her.

Happiness sounded like her odd stories and her voice shouting at the store owner to haggle with her. She was happiness. She was his happiness.

He knew in himself that he liked her of course. Through his ups and downs they were together. The convincing him to go to classes. Y/N constantly riding up to his apartment just so she made sure he would actually go. Her constant “Good morning”...the...

“Tetsu, come on. It’s a great day to go to do something after classes!”

“OI! WHAT ARE YOU EATING?! You think rice is cheap? Ha?! Eat the food I made! No more instant noodles!”

“It’s okay. Let it all out. Im here. Your feelings are valid, okay?”

“Hey tetsu, I bought some Grilled Salted Mackerel pike!”

Until it became...

“Kitten! Let’s go to the beach!”

“Hey! Eat your food! It’ll get cold yknow?”

“Chibi-chan! You can’t even catch up!”

“Do you need help with that one? Here you do it like this...”

“Y/N, kenma said we’re meeting up at the cafe near the station. Wanna get ready at 10?”

“Hey shut the fuck up! She can wear whatever she wants. You’re just a pervert if you think you’re allowed to cat call her just for wearing clothes, ass hole”

Coming back to his younger, more passionate self. The happiest and the best version of himself, he thought that through this he was at least worthy and deserving of being loved by her.

However not everything is perfect. There were days where Y/N couldn’t even stop by. She was tired and she needed to rest for herself. Kuroo understand that but lately she was a bit too busy.

Was she busy? He wouldn’t have doubter her if...he hadnt..He saw her walking out of campus with a guy that day. More specifically the school’s counseling president.. She was so nice. Nice to everyone. Even to people like that. She was even nice to him. Him. He wasn’t even anybody. He was nothing and she was everything. He hated to think about it but...Maybe she just did that out of pity. She’s so nice that she would do that. Who was he?

Who was he to be important? He wasn’t a president of anything. He was just himself. Was he even worthy enough that she takes care of him to such an extent? What could he do for her though?

The sudden creak of the door alerts him, his sharp eyes meet Y/N’s frame holding a bouquet of flowers. “Oh hey can you help with these? The guys at the committee bought them for me as thanks but I honestly like gardens more hahaha Still sweet though” Taking off her shoes and handing him the big bouquet of red to pink roses. He could have done much better. She didn’t even like their stupid bouquet.

“There’s a green house tea house thing close to my university. Wanna go then? I mean Im going to be dropping some stuff off at my locker so-“ “Really?! Sure!” An excited squeal came from her lips while she stepped in and occupied the majority of the couch in a deflated or one might say tired pose.

“Please pick from our flower charms!” The host to the tea shop announcing enthusiastically at the duo. Normally the two would have picked different flowers however captivated by certain flowers with bright pink petals that point to the sky. Cyclamens with small papers which read “Fight for your love”.

Just like fortune cookies.

Well what do you know? Passionate love then? What a coincidence due to the situation. To fight for your love.

Being seated at their booth, both had looked around the place. Clumsily piled high with beautiful plants and the sun light almost seemed too perfectly placed. Y/N looked as if she belonged there. With the flora decorating her, one would have considered her a fairy. “You look...N-nice...kitten” stuttering to even find the right things to say.

Under the table...

She had gently inched her small fingertips to touch his calloused ones. Holding at least a portion of her hand. Soft ,comforting and happy. When the tea had arrived Kuroo had only taken a small sip until he rejected the floral drink completely. “You know Chrysanthemums actually means Loyalty and patience? It’s really cool!” With the tea’s edge to her slightly parted lips, the young female had taken a quiet sip.

She enjoys the date with her hand completely clasped in his under the table. Shoulders touching and giggling at whatever kuroo was showing her on his phone. It was literal paradise. Beautiful flora, wonderful food and amazing her. It was perfection in a moment. The sun’s afternoon light striped through her hair and a portion of her cheek. Magic.

It was all until she had started squirming and gripping his hand tighter. “T-tesu...I ughh...I like someone. It’s this guy and...he...I think he might be the one, tetsu! He buys tea with me and holds me like Im home...”

So he was right. He was correct this time. He was so used to being wrong that right now being right felt like a punishment. Tetsuro though that he was the only one who he did those things with. So right and so wrong at the same time.

The little glimmer of happiness in him slightly fading.

He was just there because she pitied him.

He hated it but he didn’t say that, he couldn’t. He had his signature grin on as he knuckles her hair he says something along the lines of “You! You’re going to scare him off! Hahaha! You’re so stubborn too, chibi-chan!”

The laughter was sweet as the tea he had refused to drink. A few moments later the male had left saying that he had to relieve himself though he barely drank anything.

1: 02 PM

3: 27 PM

“Miss, would you like me to sit with-“ “Oh? Oh! No! Sorry! Im actually with someone. Im just waiting for him”

“Oh sorry! I thought you were alone”

6: 12 PM

8: 45 PM

“Umm...miss, we’re actually going to close now”

...

“Hello? Tetsu-“ “This number cannot be reached. Please try again-“

“UGH! I am so kicking his ass when I see him! Ditching me like that!...” Shuffling to gather her things and hurriedly asking for the bill. She leaves the moment she’s cleared and in search of the rooster head male.

Meanwhile the male was in the library ever since. Trying to simply clear his head. Trying to understand what had just happened. Recalling the exact moment that you weren’t his anymore. When a woman in a skimpy outfit had cat called him when he was about to leave. Something about how he looked well hung. Livid, he grabbed her to the side which she obliged in.

This was wrong.

Though why would he care? He was always wrong. The one moment where he was correct he was also wrong. He clenched his fist and forcibly bit his lips.

He was cringing at all of this. Y/N was supposed to be his and yet...She had to choose...and she chose someone who deserved her love.

The disgusting moans of the woman he was making out with at the alley way. Hungry, disgusted and furious. His touches were rough and almost hurting her.

Again, why would he care? Y/N didn’t even like him! He was only taken care of out of pity! He was nothing! All he was...was wrong.

Empty and wrong.

He took it all out on the innocent girl’s cunt. Kuroo called out for her. Her nickname.

Grasping and groaning ‘kitten’. Balls deep in this bitch he picked up from the street when his phone started ringing.

The light of his screen illuminating them.

On the other side of this though...Y/N was walking to his apartment to see if he was there. Also just as livid. Tear stained. Her mascara smudged. No longer looking like a fresh flower. A wilted yellow carnation to her hair while her hands fumbled with her phone. She felt betrayed. She felt useless. It took so much for her to even confess! She had to time everything! To the hand holding and intimate touches.

Even rejecting the council president because of him!

He was a jerk! Why would he even invite her to a date if he was just going to ditch her?

Was she the one in the wrong this time though? Did he even like her? Why would he just invite her?

Did she misunderstand? Were they just friends?...

Finally confessing to him and he just-...mid step. Her head just momentarily looking to the side, to the alleyway. When a familiar figure was illuminated by a screen’s light in his pocket. A familiar figure with a familiar ring tone in a foreign situation. The flower on her hair dropping to her worn out shoes.

It was like a blink. Like a flicker of the light. It was at least just 2 seconds when she saw it.

There he was. Frustrated, grinning, calling out for his ‘kitten’ and balls deep in a girl she has never even seen before.

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[theriverpersonshadow]

Lamia Drama Part 9

Not my favorite, maaaaybe should’ve done this from Liam’s POV, but TROUSLE DESERVES THE LOVE TOO.

I’ll tag later, I’ve got things to do, but nothing new here anyways really

Previous Beginning Next

           Trousle wrapped loosely along Alex’s neck, making sure to keep just tight enough to stay on but no more – he didn’t want to hurt her after all! Her skin was warm and she smelled, well… Like she maybe needed a shower, something not helped by a generous sprinkling of literal dirt, as in from the ground, but so long as he kept his tongue in his mouth, it wasn’t too bad. It was hardly her fault, it was hot out there, she was a mammal, and she was wearing as little as was decent: a tank top and shorts. Still, he was trying to think of nice ways to offer the use of their shower system or the Krait pool to her. He didn’t want to be rude, but surely she’d appreciate the chance to get clean as well! Then again, Oozy wallowed in his own slime all the time and seemed content, so maybe some people are just like that (why and how was beyond him). That said, she had a bit of a sweet smell to her too, like fruit and maybe flowers.

           Nikolai was taking the lead, followed closely by Hux. A little too closely – Liam seemed to be the only person Hux ever hurried for without threat. Then again, perhaps Liam getting snappy about being late was enough of a threat to get him to move his tail. Keith was hanging back a little, glancing every now and then at Trousle and Alex, and Oozy was likely only keeping pace because Alex was gifting him head pats. Trousle was tempted to slither down to her hand for some head-pats of his own, but that seemed a little too forward – he didn’t want to come across as desperate! Besides, he was already getting cuddles, no need to be greedy!

           Trousle flicked his tongue out – trying to ignore the twang of dried up sweat – as they grew closer, holding himself up to see as they got close to Liam’s room.

           … he’d gotten into the sour candies again, hadn’t he? The area had that smell to it. Really! How dare he, such a relentless thief! There’s no way he got enough to make that much of a smell legitimately!

           “Liam,” Nikolai said, stopping. “This is Alex, she’s come to play DnD with us.” He moved aside to let Alex step to the front.

           Alex moved forward and Trousle craned to catch her expression. She was looking at Liam’s scales, watching as Liam coiled down from his tree, sliding down to spread out over his hoard of pillows and blankets. He held himself tall, sitting partly back from the glass, and kept his good side forward – though he was wearing the cap meant to cover his skull for once, though the paste used to keep it in place was clearly visible.

           “Her? Well then, do you think you have what it takes, human? We don’t take just anyone you know. I’m not sure you’re up to it.”

           “I mean, we’re playing 5e, right? Is there something I should know?”

           Trousle huffed and quickly typed out, “Liam’s a liar.” Anyone was welcome! Liam couldn’t threaten her, Trousle wouldn’t allow it!

           Liam hissed, narrowing his good eye, “I am not-!”

           Keith chuckled, raising his hands up, “Hey hey… Easy y’all. I mean, we do have session 0’s for a reason, not everyone’s a good fit, but Liam, don’t be a dick.”

           “Hmph,” Liam said, rising up and crossing his arms. “Well then, I suppose we’ll see for oursssselvessss, won’t we?” He was absolutely doing that hiss on purpose, narrowing his eyes dramatically. Trousle had to admit it looked kind of cool.

           Hux nodded along, “Hell yeah. If you’re going to play with the big boys, you better be up to it toots. You think you’ve got game?”

           “Y’know what, maybe I do!” Alex said. “What kinds of characters do you guys play anyways? Need anything in particular, I’m game!”

           “No,” Hux said.

           Trousle searched his mind for what they might need, but… Well, the party was pretty balanced, and story-wise this would be an awkward time…            “I’m thinking of doing a side-campaign,” Keith said. “It’ll be easier than trying to fit ya in, and we can work around it that way. I mean, we don’t meet every night, but most of us, y’know, live here, so we’re kinda together all the time, and I know you can’t do that. That alright?”

           Alex nodded, “Totally! And I get that, my friend group I play with on Sundays all used to live in the same dorm and we’d play baaaasically every night. It was wild man. The basement was really fucking hot though. But that pretty much meant we had it all to ourselves. Man, those were the days…”

           Trousle typed away, “So we’re all making new characters?”

           Keith nodded, “Yeah, why not? We can figure out a theme or gimmick if you guys want too.”

           “Rogue campaign,” Liam said almost immediately.

           “You’re basically a rogue already dude,” Hux said. “You don’t need DnD to be a rogue.”

           “Bard campaign!” Trousle typed, grinning up at Keith hopefully.

           “No,” Hux hissed.

           “Do you have anything you do want to do?” Nikolai said to Hux, rolling his eyes.

           Hux threw his hands in the air, “Well excuse me for thinking a party of only one class is boring!”

           “New friend! What about you?” Trousle asked, precariously situating himself to look at her. Maybe he should move down to her arm, it’s hard to talk to her from her own neck.

           Alex froze, hands grasping and ungrasping in the air, “Um… I mean… I’ve got a lot of characters, but I don’t wanna take the whole thing over… I really like Fae though! I’ve got a little bit of practice in political campaigns, but I’m usually more Roleplay heavy than anything.”

           Keith smiled, coming closer to her. “Sounds fun to me, what about the rest of you?”

           Trousle nodded enthusiastically. Fairies could be so fun! And enchanting~

           “Sounds kinda sissy…” Hux mumbled.

           Liam looked at Alex with a hard to read expression, but slowly it turned into a grin, “I think I like this one, but let’s see if you can put your money where your mouth is.”

           Hux’s eyes widened, “Wait, really?”

           “You like Fae too?” Alex said, stepping closer to the glass around Liam.

           Liam nodded, “Are you kidding me? Magic, politics, contracts, and some interesting morality too. I can work with this.”

           “Can I be a fairy?” Trousle asked, looking at Keith.

           Keith hummed, “Maybe, let’s try to work out a general idea first. C’mon, let’s go get things set up. Nikolai, let ‘im out, will ya?”

           Nikolai nodded, taking some keys from his belt-loop (a belt that he apparently wore solely to attach keys to) and Liam out. Liam made a show of stretching himself out as he joined the group, “About time. Now then, shall we?”

           “Let’s go,” Keith said.

           They all started heading towards the gaming room… also known as the break room, but the humans were going to have to live with it for today, apparently.

[bkdkau]

izuku finally leaves kirishima’s room at the end of the 30 minutes. all the red head did was harass izuku; touched his face, his chest, and his thighs (dangerously close to you-know-what).

izuku shoved his hand away when it wandered to his thigh. kirishima has only laughed with that disgusting smirk of his. he’s so glad he’s finally escaped.

but a tad bit too late.

“deku? what the fuck are you doing here?”

izuku yelped and jumped away from the door. he spun around to see katsuki with a glare on his face. the blond’s eye was already twitching and izuku can guess his palms were starting to sweat, too.

“o-oh! hey kacchan! didn’t see you there!” izuku smiles nervously and he hopes kacchan doesn’t notice.

in fact, it’d be best to just leave this floor of the dorm.

katsuki was about to respond when his boyfriend grabs his hand. he’s suddenly being pulled to the elevator and izuku pushes the button, dragging him inside and heading to his room 2 floors up.

“deku, what the fuck? what’s going on? why were you at shitty hair’s room?” katsuki asks, not liking the silence from the usually talkative boy.

izuku looked up at the blond. there were tears in his eyes threatening to spill over as his bottom lip trembled. katsuki’s gaze softened as he brought his hand up to cup izuku’s cheek.

gently, katsuki speaks, “talk to me, babe. i can’t help if you don’t talk.”

izuku opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. the elevator doors open with a ding.

“come on, izuku.” katsuki’s gentle tone is soothing and quite a stark contrast to his usual speaking voice. the blond leads them to izuku’s room and locks the door.

katsuki helps izuku get ready for bed then does the same. he cuts the lights and gets into bed, immediately bringing the green haired boy into his arms.

and izuku finally lets go.

he cries and cries into the blond’s broad chest. katsuki holds him and lets him, softly kissing his head. he doesn’t know what’s got his boyfriend so worked up but he doesn’t like it. katsuki hates when izuku cries, this boy doesn’t deserve it.

even when they were kids, he felt guilty for always making izuku cry. sure, katsuki acted tough and cool in front of his friends but once he was home he felt bad. tears don’t belong on that cute face. only smiles.

after a good 30 minutes, izuku’s cries turn into quiet sniffles. katsuki continues to rub his back until he’s ready to talk or not.

there was a quiet sigh and izuku’s grip on his boyfriend’s shirt tightened. “i-i’m sorry... i didn’t m-mean get snot a-all over you.”

“it’s whatever. are you alright?”

“maybe? i could be better.” izuku sniffles again and clears his throat.

“yeah, i bet, babe. can i see you? i miss your cute face.”

a wet chuckle comes from izuku and he responds, “my face is anything but cute right now, but sure. don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

he moves away a little bit to look up at katsuki. the blond didn’t say anything right away, just stared. izuku’s eyes were rimmed red, still glossy, and his nose was red.

izuku pouts and goes to hide his face again. “see? i’m so ugly right now you can’t even say it.”

katsuki chuckles lowly and gently holds izuku’s face. he wipes the corners of the emerald eyes as he sees tears threatening to spill. he grabs the collar of his own shirt to wipe at the leftover snot.

izuku scrunches his nose at him, “kacchan that’s gross.”

the blond only smiles. “yeah so what? gotta keep this beautiful face clean.”

“i’m not-“

“no no, shut up. you look absolutely stunning all the time. you take my breath away every time i see you and i love it. even right now, you’re so adorable and pretty. you’re amazing all around, don’t forget that, nerd.”

izuku laughs breathlessly and shakes his head slightly. “dammit kacchan. you’re gonna make me cry again. i didn’t think i’d ever hear those words from you.”

“and why is that?”

izuku looks at him with an amused expression. “have you met yourself?”

katsuki scowls and clicks his tongue. “what the fuck does that mean? i can be nice, you damn idiot!”

laughter erupts in the room, loud and melodic. izuku covers his mouth as he continues to laugh, making katsuki fight back a smile. he’s supposed to be mad right now.

“hey, idiot stop laughing at me! i’m serious!”

“y-yeah i know! but kacchan-“ izuku coughs a bit from laughing too hard and attempts to stop, “kacchan you can’t be nice to anyone who isn’t me!”

“what the fuck! yes i can!”

“you can’t!”

“i can!”

“you’re barely nice to the teachers. the ones you’re supposed to be nice to.”

“i’m better now than in first year. i was a fucking asshole back then.”

“you still are.”

“not as bad, though. right?”

izuku smiles up at him and kisses his nose. “right. you’re better now and i’m proud of you.”

“fuck, you’re so cute.”

before he could respond, izuku’s lips are snatched up in a kiss. he smiles automatically as he kisses katsuki back.

kissing the blond had always felt so surreal to izuku. he’s dreamed about it for almost his whole life; wondered what it felt like, what katsuki tasted like. and now that it’s happening, he’s addicted.

katsuki pulls away first and rests his forehead against izuku’s. the green haired boy pecks katsuki’s lips once, twice then a third time.

“i love extra kisses from you, but why?” katsuki asks.

izuku shrugs nonchalantly. “i just love you so much.”

“i love you too, dumbass,” katsuki pecks his lips again, “now... can we talk about what you were doing in shitty hair’s room?”

izuku’s smile immediately fell and he anxiously bit his lip. “n-nothing important. just homework.”

he tries to smile to reassure katsuki, but it was crooked and held no emotion. katsuki didn’t like this answer or the look in his boyfriend’s face.

“if it was just homework you wouldn’t be so worked up right now. tell me, izuku. don’t lie to me.”

katsuki didn’t understand. what is he hiding? and why won’t he just tell him? it’s worrying katsuki and he doesn’t want to think that izuku doesn’t trust him.

izuku’s eyes were watering as he struggled to get the words out that were caught in his throat. his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“i- he-“ he choked out. katsuki rubs his back trying to soothe him.

“hey, izuku. it’s okay, babe. take your time. i’m here for you.”

it took a few minutes for izuku to relax. once he did he sat up, katsuki following suit. he turned the side lamp on.

izuku grabs katsuki’s hands in his. “kacchan... i-i need you to listen to me. you may get upset and run off but i need you to be here with me and hear me out, okay? please?”

so many thoughts were swimming through katsuki’s head about what he’s about to be told. most of them weren’t pleasant at all and he hates that his boyfriend is feeling this way.

so, he just nods and squeezes izuku’s hands. “okay, i promise. i’m here, i won’t leave you.”

izuku nods. “thank you,” he pauses and takes a deep breath, “it’s been a week. he’s been staring and watching. he didn’t do anything... until a few days ago. he texted me, asking to help him with homework. of course i agreed, i’m too nice,” a bitter chuckle left izuku’s lips.

“i was a little skeptical at first but that went away when we actually started doing homework. so, i helped him and we talked a little, just joking around. i guess i must’ve said something to set him off. next thing i know, i’m on the floor and-“ he takes a shaky breath before continuing.

“he’s on top of me-“

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!”

izuku jumps a bit at katsuki’s outburst. he feels heat coming from the blond’s palms, but he doesn’t pull away.

“kacchan, please-“ izuku begins to say, wanting to calm him down before he did something stupid.

“WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS? IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM! I SWEAR!”

“kacchan! shut up!” izuku shook katsuki by the shoulders to get him to listen. the blond is seething as he stares at izuku, breathing heavily and clenching his smoking fists.

“kacchan, just listen to me, please. calm down, let me finish.” izuku pleaded, almost desperate.

katsuki was quiet for a moment, then he nodded once. “okay, fine. i’m not calm but i’ll listen. i’m sorry, izuku.”

“it’s fine, kacchan,” he kisses the blond’s knuckles. he lets out a sigh and continues, “he didn’t do anything to me. just... touched me-“

“where?”

“um, here,” izuku touched his side under his shirt, “i think he kissed my neck? i’m not sure but he was really close... and- and then he...”

katsuki watches as his trembling boyfriend slowly brings a hand up to his own neck. he was starting to see red, wanting to absolutely murder kirishima for touching his izuku. he can’t believe this.

izuku moves his hand away from his neck, noticing that katsuki understood what he meant.

“is there more...?” katsuki asks, afraid of the answer.

izuku nods solemnly. “i begged for him to stop and get off. i-i couldn’t... do anything. i was in shock, i could barely speak. i’ve never had anyone... touch me like that. i wanted to kacchan, trust me. i wanted to push him off but i- i-“

“hey, hey calm down,” katsuki pulls the shorter into his lap and hugs him close. he kisses his temples and says, “it’s okay, i know. i’m not upset, baby.”

the green haired boy looks up into katsuki’s red eyes. they’re filled with anger and sadness. “you’re not?”

the blond shakes his head. “no, never at you. at shitty hair, yeah definitely.”

“okay, then. good. but, yeah that happened. i told him if he’d let me go, i wouldn’t tell anyone. he choked me harder to ensure i’d keep my promise. after that he let me go.”

katsuki lets out a loud breath through his nose. “i’ll fucking kill him. i swear i will. i won’t stop exploding him until he’s fucking dead.”

izuku shook his head. “kacchan, no. please, don’t fight him. he’ll just use his quirk, and it’ll be a long, drawn out fight.”

“i don’t fucking care! i’ll fight as long as i need to! he has a fucking limit anyway.”

“and so do you!” izuku is glaring at his boyfriend now, trying to get him to see. “i don’t want you to get hurt, kacchan. i know you can take care of yourself and all that shit but i just- please don’t. okay?”

katsuki grits his teeth and looks to the side for a moment. he finally gives in and heaves a sigh. “fine, whatever. what were you doing in there a while ago?”

“before that, he would text me sometimes. to make sure i hadn’t told anyone and to just say weird things. and just now, he texted me to come to his room. i told him no and he threatened me. i don’t know what he knows when i literally don’t do anything. so i just went since he was gonna bother me about it. he touched me again... said some things-“

“like what?” katsuki grits out, already not liking where this is going.

“he just kept saying how bad he wants me and that he’d treat me better than you. but i’m not dumb, you know. he meant it... sexually. he almost touched me... down there but i smacked his hand away. he kept saying things like that and then let me leave when you got home. i didn’t mean for you to see me because you’d probably just blow up and you were about to until i started crying. i’m so sorry kacchan. i wanted to tell you sooner but i couldn’t. every time i tried, nothing came out.”

katsuki listens and takes it all in. he’s incredibly pissed off and wants to beat that red haired fuck into a bloody pulp. he also hates himself for not noticing sooner and asking izuku about it. knowing he could’ve helped his boyfriend sooner makes him feel like absolute shit. he didn’t do his job right as his boyfriend, his protector. he promised himself when they were in elementary school that he’d always protect izuku. now, he failed and the smaller boy is sitting in his lap crying and apologizing.

“izuku... i promise it’s okay. i’m not mad at you. i understand why you didn’t tell me, you were scared. i get it. i’m just mad at that fucker and myself. i didn’t protect you like i should have. i should’ve noticed something... anything! but i didn’t and i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

izuku is already close to crying, but seeing his usually big tough bad boy near tears sets him off. the tears go down quick but katsuki is quicker to wipe them away. he smiles small.

“pretty boys shouldn’t cry.” he mumbles.

izuku wipes the corner of katsuki’s eye when he sees a tear on the edge of his lid. “yeah, they shouldn’t.”

a blush appears on the blond’s cheeks at the subtle compliment. he looks away embarrassed and izuku giggles.

“shut the hell up, nerd. what are you gonna do now hm? tell principal nezu, right?”

izuku sighs. “yeah, i am. but let’s not talk about that right now. it’s midnight and i’m tired. you had work tonight so i’m sure you’re tired as well.”

he caresses katsuki’s cheek with a tired smile. he lets out a (cute) yawn and gets off of his boyfriend to lie down. katsuki does the same after turning off the lamp. they hold each other close, feeling safe and loved.

“did you tell your dumbass friends?” katsuki whispers.

izuku yawns (cutely) again and shakes his head. “tomorrow after school. night kacchan. thank you for listening to me. i love you so much.”

katsuki smiles and kisses his forehead. “i love you too, nerd. sleep well.”

the next morning, there is tension in the air as the students eat breakfast. there’s the usual chatter between momo and tenya about school plans, sero and denki arguing about is it better to sleep naked or not, and mina showing all the tiktoks she’d seen.

but the tension was high.

everyone tries their best to ignore it, but shoto can’t. he notices that bakubitch is closer to izuku more than ever. the blond’s arm has been around his best friend’s since they came downstairs together. they whisper to each other, which is normal but shoto doesn’t see smiles or hear izuku’s quiet giggles.

shoto also doesn’t gloss over the subtle looks kirishima is giving the couple. sometimes it was a glare or a longing stare. the couple mostly ignores it, but shoto saw bakubitch give the red head some certain looks a couple of times.

he’s sitting a few seats away from the couple today because of the tension. shoto had told denki as well, which is why the idiot is at another table with sero.

after breakfast, the students gathered their things to head to school. as they were walking out in different groups, shoto waited for izuku to come out. once he did, shoto pulled him to the side.

“whoa, hey! what’s up, sho?” izuku asks, mildly concerned.

hands are immediately on izuku’s face, one cold and the other warm. shoto studies the shorter’s face, turning his head to the sides and then up and down.

“uhh, sho, you good?” izuku asks through his slightly squished lips.

shoto finally speaks, “just checking. are you good? you look like shit. i didn’t check on you last night. did you sleep enough? you look like you’ve been crying. why is that?”

izuku rolls his eyes and pushes shoto’s hands away. “listen, mom, i’m fine. kacchan and i had a talk last night and i cried. but we’re okay now.”

“promise?”

“i promise. oh! i have something important to tell you and kami after school. meet in my room?”

shoto nods. “yeah, okay. i’ll tell kami.”

“hey! do you plan on letting him go any time soon, icyhot? we’re gonna fucking be late!” katsuki’s voice rang in the empty entrance of the dorms.

this is when izuku noticed him and shoto were holding hands. when izuku had smacked his hands away, he subconsciously held onto them.

“nah, i’ll think hold him a bit longer. you don’t mind right? let’s go izu, we can’t be late.” shoto begins dragging izuku to the sidewalk leading to school.

izuku only laughs and follows his best friend, holding his hand tightly. katsuki yells behind them as he chases them down the street using his explosions and shoto making an ice path, skating on it like Frozone with izuku holding onto him tightly.

despite them having fun, shoto couldn’t help but feel like something bad is going to happen. _______________

PART 121 (1/2)

Sugar and Spice - bakudeku au

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#bakudeku au #deku #denki kaminari #bakugou x izuku #bnha bakugou #bnha izuku #bnha todoroki #bakudeku #bnha #bnha au #shoto todoroki #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #bnha bkdk #bkdk #bnha twitter au #bnha text au #my hero academia #mha #mha au

[magniloquent-raven]

Number 73 "take mine" I'm thinking jacket sharing with Harringrove (either offering the jacket) if you have time!! 💖 💖

so. it’s not jacket sharing, i hope that’s okay!! and it’s actually a sequel to your first prompt? @bambixxblue and i were talking about a fix-it sequel where billy comes back and im weak for fix-its so i ended up with this. it’s. angsty. but also. soft? idk, i hope u like it anyway!!

basically the premise is billy and hopper were both in russia and had to break out together. posted on ao3

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Max turned seventeen three weeks ago. It’s hard to keep track of the days sometimes but Billy’s pretty sure he’s right. It’s hard to wrap his brain around Max being seventeen. When he pictures her in his head she’s still a bratty twelve-year-old with skinned knees who doesn’t know when to shut her mouth.

He tells Hop. Tells him about the birthdays he was there for, wonders about the ones he wasn’t. Cries a little too. Funny how easy it is to do that now. It used to be an ordeal, would burn and claw at him until he broke. He’s too exhausted for that nowadays, lets his tears fall unfettered and ignores the shame that still sneaks up on him when he does.

They have to be quiet, always afraid of being caught again. Billy’s constantly looking over his shoulder, jumping at shadows. It’s stupid to risk it, for something so trivial, but he can’t stop the words from spilling out.

“You miss her.” It’s not a question. Hop doesn’t ask that kind of shit, he just knows. Which is why Billy doesn’t respond. Doesn’t have to.

He pats Billy’s shoulder awkwardly. It’s the clumsy kind of affection a father is supposed to offer and it sets Billy off again, tears dripping down his nose and cutting streaks through the dirt smeared on his cheeks.

They’re holed up in an abandoned warehouse this time. Waiting. Always waiting. The plan is to stow away in the next cargo hold with enough space but in the meantime they’re fugitives, laying low wherever they can find empty, forgotten places.

Hop tells him about El while they wait. Billy’s heard most of his stories by now, but he listens anyway. Listens to the wobble in his voice as he talks about teaching El to read, hears the question under it all, about whether he’ll ever see her again.

Billy wishes he had an answer.

~~

The first time Billy set foot in Hawkins, Indiana, he was seventeen, angry and wanting nothing more than to be anywhere else.

It’s three days after his twenty-second birthday the second time. An icy December evening, dark and windy. He’s exhausted. He hasn’t eaten in two days. He’s a patchwork tapestry of scars that weren’t there before, a battered effigy of the person he used to be, cobbled together with scraps of what he could salvage.

Hawkins is the same unremarkable, rinky-dink town it always was. Seeing it again is a relief and a punch in the gut all at once. It’s all he’s wanted for three years, but it’s terrifying.

They end up in Loch Nora, of all places. The Byers’ old house was empty, and going too far into town is risky. 

It doesn’t feel real. Standing on Steve Harrington’s front porch, suddenly all too aware of the layer of sweat and grime on his skin. This place is too clean, too quiet. Peaceful, in a way that can’t be true.

Billy chews on his thumbnail, stands behind Hopper while he bangs on the door. There are no cars in the driveway, which means at the very least Steve’s parents won’t answer the door. But there’s no guarantee that Steve even lives here anymore.

He’s getting antsy, glancing around, heart pounding.

Then the door swings open.

Billy is seventeen, half-drunk and stinking like beer, colder than he’ll let on because fucking Indiana and its shitty weather, wiping the drool from his chin when he spots him across a room, already half in love by the time he’s clambered over a couch to get a closer look.

He blinks. He’s twenty-two, pale and shivering, thumbnail still between his teeth, and Steve Harrington’s doe eyes still make him weak in the knees.

Steve’s hair is longer, brushing his shoulders, but other than that he doesn’t look any different. Except that he isn’t looking at Billy with thinly veiled contempt or anger.

“Hey, kid.” Hopper says. “Gonna let us inside, or what?”

Steve is silent. Staring, lips parted. One hand still on the doorknob, the other slack at his side. He sways dangerously, and Billy tenses, prepared to catch him if he falls over. He doesn’t, but Billy’s still itching to touch him.

“Am I dreaming?” Steve blurts, looking dazed, unable to decide who to look at and ending up unfocused and hazy.

Yeah, it’s me, don’t cream your pants. The memory feels like someone else’s. A lifetime ago.

Billy bites down on his lip, battling an inexplicable, and slightly hysterical, urge to laugh.

“Dream about me often, Harrington?” Billy says, because apparently it takes more than nearly dying and spending three years as a fugitive to get over his inability to keep his mouth shut around pretty boys (or one in particular). Though now his voice comes out soft, quiet, betraying genuine sentiment. He’s not sure if that’s better or worse than the armor of taunts he used to cover that shit up with.

Probably worse.

Steve’s looking at him. Only him. Billy had almost forgotten how addictive that is. He watches Steve’s mouth open and close, tracks the way one corner curls up a little when he lets out a little disbelieving huff that isn’t quite a laugh. “More than you’d think,” he murmurs.

And Billy’s brain shuts off. There are a thousand questions stuck up there, but he can’t get a single one of them out because he’s too busy trying to get past, more than you’d think, echoing through his head in surround sound.

He’s startled out of his Steve-induced haze by Hopper’s pointed cough.

It seems like he’s not the only one, because Steve visibly flinches, “Right, shit,” he stammers, “Get—uh, get inside.” He ushers them in, glancing around, checking the street behind them.

The Harrington residence is one of those big fancy houses with more rooms than anyone could possibly need, but that means multiple bathrooms so Steve (as politely as possible) tells them they can both shower whenever they feel like it. And he fusses. A lot. All nervous hands clutching his elbows and teeth worrying at the inside of his cheek, eyes darting between Billy and Hopper like he’s sure they’ll vanish any second and never have been there at all.

Billy isn’t sure how to deal with it, so he avoids his eyes. Then misses looking at him.

An hour later they’re all in the kitchen. Billy keeps plucking at the sleeve of his borrowed sweatshirt, trying to keep calm. It’s too much, all at once. His skin feels raw, weird and tight. The overhead light is too bright, and the smell of Steve on everything is making him lightheaded. The soft detergent scent from his clothes, the shampoo Billy used when he showered (his hair is a lot longer than it used to be, it took forever to detangle it all).

Steve makes some calls. It’s late, too late to be calling people’s houses but he does it anyway.

Not long after, the front door bursts open.

Max is taller than he remembers. Rougher around the edges. Her hair is a choppy mess, auburn waves sticking out in every direction, curling around her ears, and there’s the sharp glimmer of silver in one lobe. She’s wearing a jean jacket with a torn elbow.

And she’s crying, messy and red-eyed, not bothering to wipe the snot from her nose.

“Where. The fuck. Have you been?” she sobs, shoulders shaking, and she practically trips forward in her hurry to throw her arms around Billy’s neck.

He opens his mouth. Closes it again. Feels unsteady, like he’ll fall to pieces if he moves wrong.

“I’m here now,” is all he can manage. She doesn’t need to hear about military hospitals and Russian prisons, about being kept in a cell, wondering if he’d ever see sunlight again… She doesn’t need that right now. Hell, he’s not ready to talk about it. Might never be.

He hugs her back, torn between wanting to squeeze as hard as he can, make sure she’s real, and being terrified of breaking her.

She still uses that shitty coconut-scented soap, and that’s what shatters him. He’s crying into her shoulder, clutching the back of her jacket. He used to dwarf her, remembers her being tiny and fragile, despite her fierceness, yet now she’s supporting his weight while he buckles.

They’ve never actually hugged before, he realizes, and that realization opens a door he wishes he could’ve left closed a little longer.

Guilt. Like undertow, pulling him back to harsh reality, cold steel gripping his heart, weighing it down. He should’ve been better. Treated her better. And now she’s here, crying like she actually missed him, and he doesn’t deserve it.

He pulls away, wiping the back of his hand across his eyes.

She’s still looking at him, hands on his shoulders, a wobbly smile on her face.

Billy is overwhelmed again. It must show, because suddenly Steve is at Max’s side, eyes gentle and his soft mouth pinched in a frown, “Max. Maybe give him some space.”

She clenches her jaw, probably physically holding back an argument, and nods, stepping back despite the reluctance written all over her face.

“I’m sorry,” Billy says, barely louder than a whisper. Then he can’t stop himself from saying it, again and again, gaze fixed on the floor, tears still dripping down his chin. He has to bite his lip hard enough to draw blood to finally stem the tide of apologies. He squeezes his eyes shut, tries to will the world away.

“Billy.” Steve’s voice is soft. He has a nice voice, so Billy focuses on it, through all the angry buzzing in his ears. “Billy, I need you to nod if you’re listening.” He doesn’t want to, he wants to curl up and fucking die, anything but be a person right now because everything hurts and there isn’t enough air in this room and— “Billy?”

He bows his head, twitches, it’s barely a nod but it’s all he’s got.

“Okay, good. Can I touch your hand?”

Billy’s heart stutters, aches. He’s having a hard time concentrating through the burn in the back of his throat, the static drowning out his thoughts. He nods again.

Steve’s fingers are gentle, pulling Billy’s hand from where it had tangled in his hair. He hadn’t noticed the fingernails digging into his scalp until Steve took one of his hands away. It ends up pressed against something warm, soft material under his fingers, moving slow—oh. His hand is on Steve’s chest.

“Can you breathe with me? Concentrate on me, okay?”

He does.

Steve’s cradling his hand. He’s got callouses along the top of his palm, barely there but present. He’s breathing deep, calm and steady. But despite his outward demeanour his heart is racing, Billy can feel it through his shirt. He curls his fingers into the sensation, fingertips digging in as far as he can push them.

Billy almost forgets to breathe he’s so fixated on Steve’s heartbeat.

It does its job either way though, because exhaustion is starting to hit him as the static recedes. He sags, relaxes. Every muscle in his body feels leaden.

He opens his eyes, squints against the sudden light.

He’s almost afraid to look up. Afraid of being judged, of triggering another episode, so fucking terrified, all the time—

“Billy?”

His fingers twitch reflexively, tightening his grip on Steve’s polo.

“You good?” His voice is still so soft, and so close it hurts.

It takes several long moments for Billy to collect himself. Then he looks up.

Max is hovering, standing behind Steve with wide eyes, her worry palpable. Hopper looks grim, but then again, he kind of always does. He’s a respectable distance away, watching. And Steve… Steve is right there still, holding Billy’s hand and looking at him like he cares, doe eyes shining, fixed on Billy’s face.

“I’m okay,” Billy says, voice rough. He sounds like hell, but they all visibly relax anyway.

The room is silent for too long after that. It feels tense in a distant way, like it would be awkward if Billy had the energy to care, was awake enough to feel anything but vaguely fuzzy. He’s still got a handful of shirt and doesn’t plan on letting go any time soon. Steve’s the only thing keeping him upright, and he hasn’t let go either.

“Did… did I do something wrong?” Max asks, her voice is small and tremulous and cuts right through Billy.

“No!” he’s quick to cut in, “No. Max. It’s…” Billy trembles, stutters to a stop. He has no idea how to explain, even to himself, let alone Max. Steve squeezes his hand. His stomach flips. “It’s not your fault.”

She doesn’t look like she believes him, but she doesn’t argue. He wishes he could make it better, but he’s got no idea how.

“We should all get some sleep,” Steve says.

And that’s that. His tone brooks no argument, even in a room full of stubborn assholes. Apparently, the past few years have given Steve time to hone his babysitting skills. Or maybe they’re all just as exhausted as Billy is.

There’s some squabbling about sleeping arrangements though.

Everyone insists Hopper take the master bedroom, Steve says his parents won’t know or care, his old friends did worse than sleep in that bed. They all poke at him until he relents and trudges off, bidding them a quiet goodnight.

Then Billy says he’ll take the couch and both Steve and Max yell at him.

Billy rolls his eyes. “It’s fine, guys,” he mutters. He’s not about to make Max sleep on the weird little couch (he’s done enough to her already) and putting Steve out in his own house would be shitty. “It’s not like I haven’t slept on worse.” He winces as he says it, realizing as the words come out of his mouth that it’s probably the wrong thing to say. It was meant as a reassurance, that he would in fact be fine with the couch, because at least it’s clean and warm, but all it does is make Max look sad and put a little wrinkle between Steve’s eyebrows.

“I’ve slept on this couch before,” Max says, a stubborn tilt to her jaw, “I’ll take it.”

Steve scoffs at that, “You complain every time you have to sleep on that couch, Max. Take the guest bed. Billy can take mine.” His fingers tense when he says it, and Billy realizes they’re still holding hands. His hand slipped from Steve’s shirt while they were bullying Hopper into taking the master suite, but Steve has yet to let go.

And… suddenly he wants nothing more than to sleep in Steve’s bed. But. “Only if you come with me,” he blurts.

Which is really not how he should have said that, but it’s out there now.

“Oh my god,” he hears Max mutter.

His whole head feels like it’s on fire. “Shit. I—I mean—”

“Okay,” Steve says hurriedly, then clears his throat, “Yeah. That. That works. Uh. Okay.” He’s glancing at Max awkwardly, nervous, but she just rolls her eyes. Billy barely notices her do it, too busy looking at Steve, his heart hammering.

“Steve, it’s okay. I’m—” It’s her turn to look uncertain, but it’s only for a second. “Me and El are dating. We’ve been trying to figure out how to tell everyone, and—yeah. Anyway. I’m not going to judge you, or whatever.”

Well, that was not at all what Billy was expecting. He takes a moment to worry about both of them, be terrified of what would happen to them if someone found out. Then he remembers that El can kill people with her brain and Max once threatened to castrate him with a spiked bat. The knot of anxiety doesn’t dissipate but he’s freaking out less.

“How long has that been going on?” Steve asks, sounding more bemused than anything.

Max turns pink, and it’s kind of fascinating to watch. She’s flustered. That’s adorable. “Since, um. Since April.”

“Happy for you, kid,” Billy says. And he means it. He barely knows El, in theory, but really. The kid’s been in his head. He could recite every story Hopper’s told him about her from memory. He died protecting her.

He knows her well enough to know she’s good for Max, and he loves Max enough to want her to have good things.

She grins, bright and real. Billy’s fairly certain he’s never seen her that happy before, and his heart clenches.

“I’m not sure who I’m supposed to give the shovel talk to here,” Steve says, more to himself than anything.

Billy snickers, and tugs on Steve’s hand, “Like you could take either of them.”

Steve steps closer, looking faux-offended, “I’ll have you know I won a fight once.”

“Yeah, three years ago. You’re a has-been, Harrington,” Max chimes in.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“I’m seventeen, dingus.”

“You’ve been spending too much time with Robin.”

He missed them so much. Missed something he, if he’s being honest with himself, never really had in the first place. They both hated his guts before, and he… he was a mess. Still is. Just a different kind now. But being here, being part of this, is something he always on some level wanted and…

“Oh my god, Billy, are you okay?” Max asks, concern bleeding into her voice.

He’s crying again, smiles through the tears. “Yeah. Yeah I am.”

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #harringrove fic #a raven's writing desk #i kind of want more to this #like #el didn't even SHOW P #UP* #but it's almost 2am #rn #and #this is already so long lmao

[imaginewithmgk]

i can feel myself breaking

prompt; lie to me - 5 seconds of summer

link to music video

summary: based on lie to me by 5 seconds of summer. colson and y/n broke up and he wants her back. lots of flashbacks and colson have a mental breakdown. 

word count: 1,313

warnings: really fkn sad, mental breakdowns

I saw you looking brand new overnight I caught you looking too, but you didn't look twice You look happy

3rd person's P. O. V. 

“Y/N!?” She knows that voice from anywhere. She mentally groans. “Colson?” The girl turns around and plasters a smile on her face. “How are you?” She asks as he leans in for a hug and kisses her cheek. “I’m good, how are you?” He says looking her up and down. He couldn’t help but notice that she looks brand new. New hair colour, new fashion style, new personality almost. But damn she looks good. Although, it was almost as if she changed overnight. He didn’t mind at all. “Not bad, not bad. So what are you doing here tonight?” She pries as she looks for something to get her out of the awkward conversation with her ex-boyfriend. Currently, the two stand in a nightclub surrounded by the smell of sweat and alcohol. “Just finished a tour so we’re having a bit of a congratulatory party night ya know?” “Normal stuff for you huh?” She says in a snarky tone, clearly still a bit sour from the breakup. The heavily tattooed man is clearly hurt by her tone but chooses to ignore it. He knows he hurt her in the past and he deserves her attitude. “I guess,” He mutters in shame. “So what are you doing here tonight?” “I’m here for a friend’s birthday,” She pauses. “My boyfriend actually,” She wonders if the statement will affect the man she once loved, she tells herself she doesn’t care what he thinks but everyone knows she still does. “Oh, congrats!” The man fakes a quick response to hide the hurt, but the girl knows him all too well. “Well, I better go. I’m running late,” She smiles and hugs her ex-lover once more. “It was good to see you Y/N,” He admits. “You too,” Lying through her teeth, nice Y/N. And with that, the girl walks off to meet her friends and the man walks off to meet his. The girl takes one last glance at him and he notices, she knows he does. She looks happy, he thinks to himself. 

Flashing back to New York City Changing flights so you'd stay with me Remember thinking that I got this right

Y/N's P. O. V. 

New York City. A city of wonders and new experiences, yet instead of exploring it I'm lying in a hotel room with my boyfriend. Of course, I don't mind though. I sit up and put both feet on the ground. I huff and push myself up, only to have arms wrap around my waist and pull me back to my original position.  "Don't get up please," He groans.  "Baby I have to pack, I've got a flight home in a few hours." "No, stay." I turn around to look at him.  "There's no point, you're leaving for your next stop on tour and I have school dummy," I pout and poke his cute nose. He scrunches it in annoyance. He likes to keep his hard fuck boy demeanour all the time but we both know he's soft on the inside. He abruptly gets up and grabs his phone. 

"Hey, Ash, can you change Y/N's flight to tomorrow? Before we leave for the next stop," "What are you doing?" I whisper yell at him.  "You can? An hour before our flight? OK thanks, Ash, yeah. Love you too," He puts his phone back down and pulls me into a cuddle. "There. You're leaving tomorrow." He nuzzles his face into my neck.  "You're unbelievable," I chuckle. I've got this right. The right one for me. 

Now I wish we'd never met 'Cause you're too hard to forget While I'm cleaning up your mess I know he's taking off your dress

Colson's P. O. V. 

I sit in my shower, fully clothed and arms wrapped around myself. I sob into my knees. "I can't believe I let her go. I let the only woman who I ever loved go. And it was all my fucking fault!" I punch the tiles and split my knuckles. I keep punching until the tiles are cracked and my hand is numb.  "I'm so fucking stupid!" I choke out and continue crying. My breath is short and my chest is tight.  "I feel like I'm fucking dying, I hope I do for fuck’s sake! I wish I never fucking m-met her!" I scream in between hiccups. This is so pathetic. "You're too hard to forget!" I yell as if she can hear me. "I have to clean myself up, your fucking mess! Ah!" I punch the tiles again. I'm alone at home crying in the fucking shower while he's taking off her dress. My girl. She's mine. 

And I know that you don't But if I ask you if you love me I hope you lie to me

Y/N's P. O. V. 

I groggily open my eyes as I wake up to loud knocking on my front door. I groan and get up. I make my way to the door, checking my phone in the meantime to see its almost 5am. Who the fuck is at my door at this time? I open it to see Colson standing there. He gives me a blank look but I can tell that he's been crying.  "What are you doing here? Are you okay?" I ask as I gesture for him to come inside.  "I-I just needed to see you. I'm sorry." He whispers and wraps me in his arms. I'm uncomfortable but I hug back, not wanting to be rude or provoke him. I take in the familiar smell of cigarettes, weed and his customized cologne. We just stand there holding each other for a few minutes before I pull away.  "Seriously Colson, you just woke me up. Can I do anything to help you? Otherwise, you need to leave," I tell him. I don't want to be rude but I only got home a few hours ago from my boyfriends birthday party at the club so I'm exhausted and still a bit tipsy, to be honest. He turns away from me, runs his hands through his hair and lets out a long shaky breath. He turns back around with tears in his eyes.  "What's wrong?" I ask.  "Do you still love me?"  "Colso-" "Do you? If you're going to say no, just lie to me. I just need to hear you say it," He hiccups, tears running down his face at this point.  "This is inappropriate Colson. You know I can't answer that," I move forward to put my hand on his arm but he hits it away, not hard but it still hurts. It hurts my heart.  "Lie to me and say you do," He cries. "Please." "No. Please leave my home," I begin to get fed up.  "Y/N, please! I-I need you," He speed-walks past me and out into the rain. I watch him punch the nearest wall. "Fuck!" He screams.  "Colson stop!" I scream back at him. I run in his direction, getting soaked in the rain.  "Just tell me you love me!" I can see the tears through the rain and it breaks my heart. I grab his body and pull him close to me, wrapping my arms around him and stroking his back.  "I-I'm so sorry,"  "I love you, Colson," I say, trying to calm him down. He falls to the ground, pulling me down with him. I start crying too as we just sit on the ground holding each other.  "I love you Y/N. I just need you to know before I'm gone," He mumbles.  "What are you talking about?" I cry into his shoulder. I can feel myself breaking, all the healing I did becoming redundant.  "I love you."

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[microcroft]

I would like to personally thank you for pulling me into vindell hell I'm finally finishing bones due to the pandemic so this is *finger guns* a-okay with me

vindell!!! holy shit!!! i still havent finished bones because as a psych major i feel personally victimized by what the bones writers did (which i wasnt when i stopped watching back in like 10th grade? i think? but still, its the principle of it all) damn i miss my boys vincent and wendell. sorry i probably am never gonna be writing any more for them at least for a very long time because its been years since i watched the show so my ability to write the characters is very weak and i really am only able to write about stardew valley anymore  but i appreciate that the work i put into that little ship is still goin strong!!! heres something: Vincent survives but only after hours and hours of intensive surgery (oh god imagining the medical bills physically hurts lets hope brennan throws in some money, hes gonna be like “crap why couldnt i have been shot back in england?”). all the other interns are there for him at the hospital but wendell hardly seems to leave his bedside. throughout the rehabilitation process wendell is always there for him too, wheeling him around the hospital, helping him learn how to walk again and eventually driving him back to his crummy apartment nearly all the way in annandale even though it was 4 pm and traffic was horrible. he cant live on his own anymore, at least not for right now, wendell immediately offers to rent an apartment with him ( “my lease is almost up and i hate my neighbors anyway, plus it will be cheaper than living on my own” ( he lied, his lease wasnt almost up)). Wendell helps him break his lease and move out of his crummy apartment to a new one in falls church and then continues helping him even more. He understands, he doesnt push him to do more physical therapy on the days where the pain in his back is worse, doesnt coddle him when he wants to do things on his own, doesnt push him to answer if he is ever going to go back to the internship or not. one day vincent turns off the tv, and turns to wendell and just asks “why?” of course, wendell doesnt really understand the question. vincent elaborates. wendell gets nervous and quiet for a moment. 

“we were good friends before, vincent, and then when i heard you got shot it felt like i did too. i really couldnt stand the thought lose you. I almost realized why way too late. I didnt want to give up any opportunity i had to spend more time with you, hear more of the random facts you have stored somewhere in your brain, at first it was mostly just reassuring myself you were still alive, but once that fear faded away i really just wanted to be close to you because youre my best friend, vince.”

“what did you realize?” vincent asks softly

“what?” wendell pales

“you said “I almost realized why way too late” what was it that you realized wendell?” 

wendell is sweating now

“um... uh... I guess you deserve to know... I dont expect you to feel the same way, its completely fine... I realized that I love you, vincent, romantically, and well, platonically. I didnt want to make things weird between us, im more than okay just being friends with you but i understand if now things are awkward and-”

“hey wendell?”

“huh?” wendell says nervously

“shut up for a second” he says curtly

“okay”

“can i kiss you?” vincent asks, sliding closer to the other on the couch.

wendell chokes

“what?”

“is it okay if i kiss you?” he asks, not wanting to just spring it on him, consent is always important

wendell cant figure out how to form words so he just nods shakily

vincent launches himself at wendell over the gap between them on the couch hissing a little in pain due to his blatant disregard of his own healing ribs and wounds. none of those things mattered right now though, because wendell loves him too, has loved him for months and now its time to make up for the lost time. 

#fill your life with laughter and love my dudes #vindell #i think the last time i wrote vindell i thought i was straight and cis #lmaooooooo #i dont know how in character any of this is but i did my best for you #haleigh did a thing #fics #what the hell was the tag i used #omgbardplease

[waltrp]

AREN’T YOU.....A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS?

BIDDI BOPPI BOOP A SPECIAL MESSAGE ADMIN ZULEMA: WHO PUT THE GLAD IN GLADIATORS? ASH. Hercules is one of my favorite disney movies and one of my favorite casts here at walt. to see our boy Herc FINALLY be taken up. Truly a blessing from the gods on Mount Olympus themselves. Did I find this entire app endearing and maybe even squeal a little ? absolutely. You captured Herc’s loneliness, loyalty, and his essence so beautifully. Another stellar app from a stellar writer. I am so excited to see him on the dash ! You have 24 hours to send in your account. Please refer to THIS PAGE for your next tasks. We can’t wait to roleplay with you. Welcome to our Ohana xx.

It’s a pleasure to meet you…

ash, 22, gmt, she/her

Are you positive you can be active?

I have realised i am on a very different time zone to everyone else but im online 80% of my day so i am very very active!

How did you stumble upon Walt?

The gods gave me a gift in the zane holt tag a few weeks ago!

Did you read the rules?

Yes indeedy

Are you sure?

Scuttle,  I mean I could probably make that happen if im successful with this app

Character you want?

Hercules Zervous

Please describe the character for us

I would describe Herc as a lost soul. A kid with so much potential to be one of the greats but cast out of society because he is too different for them. A person who has been so careful to try and fit in with a crowd only to be constantly let down by them. A lost soul who even though he knows his worth he’s having a hard time finding his place in this world among the normal people. A kid who never gives up trying, who wants to help the people who wouldn’t give him the time of day. A genuinely caring person in a sea of greed.    

Second character choice

None at this time.

It’s time to see that sample para.

Hercules grunted as the weights hit the clip with a loud clash, the sweat was rolling down his forehead onto his face in thick, warm droplets, the muscles in his arms were trembling and his grey t-shirt was stuck to his defined back after laying down on the bench. He leaned away from the bar and sat up wiping at his face with the end of his t-shirt, Phil had really been pushing him lately with the workouts every week it was getting more and more challenging but Hercules liked having a hurdle to jump over. He stretched out his big arms and his sweaty back before he stood up straight and got a good look of himself in the gyms mirror, he didn’t look half bad. His abs were glistening with sweat under his shirt, the veins in his arms were popping after being flexed for so long and his legs were chunky, strong and toned in all the right areas, not even the insane amount of leg hair could put a girl off him. Looking in the mirror he tousled at his red hair that was now matted to his head and sighed. He had all the makings of a model, a chiseled body, a pretty face, a charming smile, a hero complex. Realistically Hercules should have been the guy all the guys wanted to be and who all the girls wanted to date, but that wasn’t the case. Hercules didn’t have a friend in the world.

Picking up his damp towel and water bottle Herc made his way towards the showers trying to ignore the hurt in his heart when people averted his gaze, he wasn’t sure if it was a personality thing or a Californian thing but even here the people didn’t seem to want to get to know him. Reaching his locker Herc set down his belongings and watched as friends laughed and chatted together about girls and weekend plans and gains, he tried nodding at a couple of the guys to weigh in on their conversation but they shut him out like he wasn’t even there. With a defeated sigh Herc reached for a clean towel and checked his phone for the time, seeing a new message from Phil he sat down to open it.

[MSG: FROM PHIL]: Hey Kid saw your fitbit activity you are CRUSHING IT! Round 2 later?

Hercules sighed sadly, there had to be more to this journey than workouts with Phil.

[MSG: TO PHIL]: Thanks man i’m feeling the burn now. Actually I cant later I signed up for that build a community together project. It starts at 11am.

[MSG: FROM PHIL]: You know kid you’re burning yourself out. These people they aren’t like you they don’t understand. Dont set yourself on fire to keep them warm if they have their own matches.

[MSG: TO PHIL]: This time its actually about giving back. I’m not looking for anyone to throw me a parade I’d settle for just a conversation.

[MSG: FROM PHIL]: Well be careful, people are idiots. Also have fun, you deserve a day off.

Hercules scoffed at Phil’s text and slipped his phone back into his gym bag. He sat on the bench and exhaled slowly, for weeks he had been trying to make friends in Elias. Joining sports teams and book clubs, a cooking class, an actual gym outside of his home, community groups, charity groups, he was trying so hard to fit in and help the local people. I mean It wasn’t as if he could slay a dragon to save them– or stop a rolling bolder with his bare hands from crushing an old lady, the old world wasn’t the same as the new world and Hercules began to worry that he would never make it home to his parents. He had to become a different kind of hero to what his Father was, not one who saved damsels from monsters or villages from beasts, Hercules would have to be something much more valuable to Elias, he just needed to figure out what that was.

Slamming the locker door shut Hercules stood up and began to walk towards the steaming showers lost in thought, his sandals clipped against the tiles as he made his way past the lockers pausing at a community bulletin board. A hopeful smile danced across his lips as his eyes took in the colorful piece of paper in the middle of the board, it was like a sign from Zeus himself saying not to give up. Hercules let out a delightful chuckle as he tore the paper from its pinned place and reread over the words in thick black font. DO YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO BE A HERO? JOIN THE ELIAS FIRE FIGHTERS TODAY! Hercules grinned ecstatically at the flyer, oh this was perfect, it just what he needed when he needed it. With a careful touch this time, he placed the notice back onto its original placement and nodded at it before triumphantly continuing his walk to the showers whistling a joyous tune. This was how he would get home.

Anything else, love?

I dont know if im allowed take up a second chara or not yet but i thought i would try apply anyway:)

sad breakfast club

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[justtamisfitt]

Foxy boy

Reader X FoxHybrid!Taehyung

Warnings: some Fluff, SMUT, Sub!taehyung, Dom!Reader, Mommy x baby boy,

Authors note: Thank you anon for this idea!  i hope this traveled to smutty smut land ! sorry I got it out so late- ive had crappy wifi all day and it wouldn't post. 

One Saturday evening I was laying on the couch with my fox hybrid boyfriend named Taehyung. He and I had been dating for almost a year, life has been amazing with him. There’s never a doubt when it comes to him loving me and I, him. I counldnt ask for anyone better, everything was pretty much perfect. However there’s only one thing I've never done...topped Tae.

Oh sure, I’ve dreamed about loads of times, many occasion I would just sit and think about what i’d do to him. Now i’m not saying Taehyung is bad on top but I have certain... needs.

 Tae and I are cuddling on the couch with him laying with his arms wrapped around my waist and his head resting on my belly, of course, accompanied with my hand running gently through his hair occasionally playing with his ears. In the relaxed atmosphere my mind wanders while thinking of Tae. I start to think of what he would look like panting heavily under me, all needy and whiny. Thinking of this I could feel my core slowly heat up with my on need. Concerned with Tae smelling me with his keen nose I reach down and pull him up to my chest. So now he rests atop my full frame, head nuzzled in my neck and making a cute purring sound.

Unfortunately, his crotch is now resting near my own. 

“Hey y/n? Tae slowly peek his head out from my neck

 “What is it baby?” I whispered back

“Nothing, Nevermind, I just love you is all.” he hide his face back in my neck

“Oh? I love you too baby.” although skeptical I answer him all the same

I let my hands roam over his back, gently moving up and down, down close to his pelvis and up to his neck. Slowly, I moved my hands closer to his sides, brushing his hips sometimes. 

While we both were relaxing, Tae began to shift uncomfortably, causing his pelvis to brush against my heat, he gasped ever so lightly. Tae stilled once he got comfortable again. I noticed his breathing became to pick up slightly. 

I smirked sneakily, I knew what I was doing to him, maybe today will be the day I make him sub. I thought to myself. So I thought of ways to rile him up a little more.

Unaware to my scheming, Tae still nuzzled into my neck. I gently traced my hand back down his back and stroked his hips and my other hand gently wrapped around the base of his bushy tail. My grip on his tail tightened a bit and I gently pulled it as I threated my hand through the length of his tail. Taehyung gasped close to my ear, playing innocent, I payed it no mind and continued my ministrations. 

After a couple minutes of the teasing, I felt Tae breathing pick up again along with a slight bulge I could feel on his crotch thanks to our close proximity. Since he was wearing sweatpants and I was wearing thin shorts I could feel the weight of the bulge perfectly and with that I knew he could smell my panties that are getting wetter and wetter.  I wanted to push him just a little more, so I shifted my hips upwards, like I was trying to get comfortable. Which caused my hip bone to brush right against his bulge. Taehyungs breath hitched at the contact and whimpered so low you almost missed it. Now feeling his bulge increase, I knew I had him wrapped around my finger.

So I got him off of me, pretending like I didn’t do anything and was oblivious to his situation. I got up off the couch walking to the kitchen grabbing an apple. While walking to our bedroom I talked to him as I was passing. 

“ I've got some school work to finish, it’ll take me a little while. Feel free to watch anything.” I told him while I tossed the apple in the air and caught it.

Tae sat there, his eyes never leaving my body. He seemed to snap back to reality.

“O-oh okay. I'll just wait out here.” he spoke in a small voice, eyes looking solemn.

“Alrighty, I try to finish up quick.” I replied in a sweet tone.

“after I finish we can watch that movi- Oops!” while talking I tossed the apple in the air once more put ‘accidently’ dropped it. The apple rolled behind me so I turned around with my rear facing Taehyung and slowly bent down with my shorts riding up just enough for Tae to see my lace underwear peeking out. Fully on display for him I heard a muffled groan. I turned back around to see Tae with a hard covering mouth, he saw me watching him so he covered up the groan with a cough. 

“You alright?” I asked while covering a smirk

“Y-Yeah im F-Fine.” Tae stuttered out 

“Well alright, I’ll be on my way.” I said as I walked to the bedroom.

I had no intention of ever doing school work, it was simply to tease Tae. I walked in the bedroom closing the door and removed my shorts and shirt, leaving me only in my laced underwear. I got up on the bed and laid down on my back. I knew I was just as needy as Tae but I want going to let him have control tonight, it was my turn. I had to lure him to the bedroom, I knew he hadn't left his spot from the couch, so he could hear anything that happened in the room. 

I opened my legs wide and brought my hand down my body and started stoking my core, I mewled at the touch. My hips gently bucked into my hand causing me to moan softly. I traced my breast with my other hand, and brought my hand under my bra and pinched my nipple and then trace it after. After repeating the actions a few times, I was moaning louder and louder, fully knowing Tae could hear every bit, I smiled and let out the loudest moan.

I heard a whimper outside the door. I again smiled to myself and decided on one last push needed for Tae. I moved my panties to the side so the full scent of my arousal could waft out to the fox’s sharp nose, and I traced my core up and down without the cloth in the way. I gently moaned out again.

“ A--h.... T-Taehyung.....Mo-More..” I moaned out in a needy voice.

After that I heard a hearty groan outside my door followed by light whimpers. I quietly jumped of the bed and walked over to the door. I pressed my ear against the wood and heard his whimpers louder. Slowly I creaked the door open and saw Taehyung slouched against the wall, head tilted back while palming his heat roughly.

“Taehyung?” I called out to him as I stood in the doorway underwear clad body on full display for him.

“Y/N! I-I... I di-didn't know-” he gasped clearly not expecting my presence.

I slowly walked to the front of him, hips swaying as a moved.

“What’s wrong baby boy?” I spoke in a sultry tone next to his ear.

Tae groaned at my voice. I looked down and say his huge bulge making a perfect tent in his sweatpants. 

“Oh Baby! look how big you are!” I remarked excitedly, and traced my hands down his chest to his hips and cupped his member from the outside of his sweatpants. 

“Ooh..y/n...” Tae practically moaned

“What is it baby? do you want me to take care of your ‘ problem’?” I squeezed his bulge while speaking. His knees almost buckled at the touch.

“AH.. Y/n Please! Tae whimpered out louder

“Please what? Come on baby boy..use your words.” I squeezed him again for added pleasure.

“P-Please...mommy.. please touch me.” Tae answered in such a small voice. At the name he used on me I felt a wave of heat rush down to my core.

“Good boy baby. Lets go to the bed.” Tae followed me to the bed, as we stopped at the foot of the bed I turned around to face Tae. I bit my lip and looked him up and down before meeting his eyes. His eyes pleaded me to touch him, and I was gonna do just that.

I quickly moved towards him and placed my mouth on his neck, giving him full mouth kissing that switched to licks to pecks and back to kissing. All while my hands moved under his shirt and ran up his toned chest and lightly grazed over his nipples, as I did he let out a soft moan. I smirked against his neck and sucked against his neck leaving a purple mark over his tanned skin. My hands traced back to his nipples and this time I rubbed over them rougher, testing his reaction, which didn't disappoint me. Tae groaned at the contact loudly. So I switched to the other side of his neck, gently biting at the skin and grabbed both of his nipples between my fingers and gently pinched and pulled them towards my body. 

“AHhh..M-Mommy that feels so good..” Tae moaned out 

“I know baby, You’re doing so good.” I softly spoke as I nibbled his ear.

I stopped all my movement and backed away from Tae causing him to moan at the loss of contact.

“Mommy why?” he pouted 

“Be patient baby, you’ll feel better in a minute.” I spoke sternly 

“okay mommy.” Tae only pouted lightly now

“Now, take off your shirt and sweatpants.” I ordered in a firm but gentle tone

without saying a word he did as he was told. He reached up as he pulled his shirt from his body, and he turned around to put it on top of the dresser. While he was still turned around with his rear facing me, I moved closer to him. Tae bent down to take his sweat pants off, while he was still bent over, I quickly grabbed the base of his tail, still gentle but rough. He gasped out not expecting the contact. I tilted his tail away from his ass and brought my other hand up to rub the two mounds. Tae leaked another moan out. Firmly, I grabbed one cheek and roughly massaged it, only to quickly bring my hand back and smack his behind hard. 

Tae loudly moaned out and tilted forward. I released my hold on him and backed away waiting for him the continue undressing. With his breath uneven he finished taking his sweatpants off and turned back around to me. His cheeks were dyed red as he waited for me to speak.

“Good boy honey!”  I winked at him “ Do you think baby boy deserves a reward for begin a good boy?” I asked him in a flirty tone 

“Oh yes mommy please PLease reward me!” he pleaded to me 

“okay okay baby. Go lay down on the bed” I ordered him again 

Tae scampered to the bed and quickly laid down. I went to the foot of the bed and crawled my way up his body. When my face hovered over his crotch I moved and sucked on his hip bone causing him to flinch and gasp. I continued to make my way up to his chest leaving open mouth kisses and hickeys all over his torso as he wiggled and groaned. I lapped around one of his nipples, bringing it between my lips, I put pressure on my lips causing them to squeeze the erect bud. Tae moaned and wiggled under me, I looked up at him with stern eyes.

“Don't move.” I ordered causing tae to gulp and nod slightly.

I went back to his nipples, I took the same one in my mouth but this time I gently bit it with my teeth causing tae to whimper loudly at the pressure. I smirked and released the red bud and moved to the other. I licked all around his nipple not touching it, just as he began to groan with urgency. I sucked his bud harshly between my lips. Tae moaned loudly and his hips bucked off the bed.

“Na-a-ah baby I told you not to move.” I lightly scolded Tae as he whimpered with so much need.

Finally deciding to give him what he wants I trail back down his body leaving light, gentle kisses as I go. When I got to his boxers I gripped the elastic between my teeth and peaked up at taehyung, whos eyes were glazed over and mouth slightly agape. I pulled his boxers down his legs, releasing his cock from its tight confines. My mouth drooled at the sight of his long, thick member springing up against his stomach creating a little pull of precum. 

“oh my Taehyunggie~ look how big you got from mommys teasing!”  you quickly attached your lips at the base of his cock, kissing and kitten licking while making your way up to the head, Tae gasped and moaned but didn't buck his hips. “hes listening to me.” you thought as you toyed with him. 

As you got to the tip you licked at the precum that pulled at the center causing tae to gasp loudly. You continued to licked around the head harder in some areas and softer in others, teasing him. You at last took pity on him and slowly guided his member deep in to your throat. You looked up at tae to gauge his reaction and to your delight you saw tae panting hard with his head tilted back.

You bobbed your head up and down you then bring you hand up and cupped his balls, which caused tae to shout in surprise. You took it a step further and massaged his balls with vigor and you sucked and bobbed your head faster. Both your hand and mouth quickly gaining speed. You could tell he was getting close, his balls were tightening and if it was even possible, his cock got harder. Tae panting also increased and his hands gripped the sheets until his knuckles were white. Right as he was about to burst you wrapped your hand around his base tightly and squeezing hard. You completely halted his orgasm into nothing. He whined and thrashed on the bed. He looked like he was about to burst at the seems, his cock was flushed red and almost purple at the tip.

“What do you want now baby boy?” you smirked up at the panting hybrid

“please mommy.. I need to cum so bad.. it hurts.please~” with the last word drawn out he shakily answered

“Where do you want to cum baby?” you questioned him. 

“inside mommy.. I want to cum inside you mommy Pease!” Tae was at breaking point when he answered.

“alright baby, you deserve it.” You quickly take off all you underwear, leaving you both naked and needy. You straddled his hips and you grabbed his painfully red cock and slid it between your lips, coated it in your wetness. At breaking point yourself, you aligned his cock with your entrance and plunged it inside. You both stopped breathing at the feeling of his cock buried deep in your walls. You hastily bounced up and down, sliding his cock in and out of you folds.

You could actually feel your high quickly approaching as you bounced harder and faster. As you chased your high, you needed more. It was like you couldn't go fast or hard enough, as if he read you mind. Tae brought his knees up and planted his soles to the bed and started thrusting his hip to meet yours. This was it, this is what you needed.

With both your highs quickly approaching, tae reached up to you and circled your clit roughly. At the contact your back arched backwards and you moaned out loudly. The added sensation is all it took to fling you over the edge. As you came your walls tightened and milked Taes cock as he came as well. He thrusted up when you stopped, riding out your highs. Once he finished milking himself you collapsed on his chest. Still inside you, Tae wrapped his arms around your frame and nuzzled into your hair.

 “That was the best orgasm I ever had.” Tae whispered in you hair. “Me too.” you quietly replied. 

enjoying the after glow you and Tae slipped of into a world of dreams. 

#bts smut #taehyung x reader #smut #hybrid taehyung #bts hybrid

[sigurdjarlson]

Because I never get tired of pestering you with OC questions: Your OCs as dungeon/raid bosses! How would a fight with them go? Any snappy boss lines spring to mind? How do they react upon victory/defeat? (I can imagine Diily with her million pets as adds, and Ladelia spouting terrible fire puns)

I feel like a three part raid with all theee simultaneously would be an absolute HELLSCAPE..(I know nothing about making a raid/raid bosses so for all I know this is ridiculously OP but hey its for fun-)

Diily - ranged boss who has a small mini boss with her, Wildheart. She also summons adds but they’re obviously weaker than Wildheart for mechanics sake.

I feel like she has somewhat stealthy approach, being a huntress. She’s quick and hard to keep track of. Especially with Wildheart or other adds on your ass.

And especially with Alaluria and Ladelia on the field (yikes)

Alaluria

She is melee and an absolute pain in the ass to kite/tank. All the usual demon hunter powers and also maybe on..normal we add Shadowclaw to the fight too hm? A weaker add but one nonetheless because lbr my girls would have their cats in a fight. 

Ladelia

Ranged but also dangerous close up. Constantly dropping comets on your ass. If the fire doesn’t kill you the bad puns will! Sets the floor on fire. All kinds of fun stuff

Heroic - +Morningflower with Ladelia along with Wildy and Shadow

Mythic: +Brightheart who is no joke as an add. “Mother’s fury.” Buff and some brutal attacks. Or something like that.

Other mechanics

Sisterhood buff - increased attack and damage reduction when within a certain range of each other

Grief stricken - killing one will enrage the others. Each has a different sort of enrage. I would suggest killing Diily first. It would be..unwise to kill them in front of her.

Diily can revive Wildheart on Heroic Difficulty and up but will be unable to revive any of the other cats.

Ladelia will polymorph your ass. It’s not fun. Interrupt her

I just want heroic or mythic Alaluria to have a buff “well prepared” because well..

Diily Taunts

- “At least try to make this hunt interesting for me.”

- “Dinner time. Isn’t it, Wildheart?”

- “I’ll let them eat you alive for that.”

- “Catch me if you can.”

- “I do love the thrill of the hunt.”

- “Cat got your tongue?”

- “I don’t think they like you very much..”

- “It’s not too late run. I’ll even give you a heads start..but after that. The hunt is on.”

- “I promise I won’t bite…but she [Wildheart] will.”

- “I’ve been doing this since before you were born, surrender now. You don’t stand a chance.”

- “even children know not to mess with a nightsaber’s cubs.” (Brightheart summon)

- “I don’t envy you. She’s…a little overprotective..” (Brightheart summon)

- “lets call this..natural selection.”

- “there’s a reason they’re [sabers] at the top of the food chain, you know.”

- “Disappointing.” (Player death variant)

- “You should have run faster.” (Player death variant)

- “I told you to run.” (Raid wipe)

- “Such a waste. Why didn’t you listen?” (Raid wipe)

- “I didn’t want to hurt you..but then you tried to hurt my sisters and that is something I will not tolerate.” (Raid wipe)

- “I admit I enjoyed myself. A good hunt but I’ve had better.” (Raid wipe)

Alaluria taunts

- “Demons are more worthy prey than you.”

- “I wonder if your soul is worth anything. Doubtful.”

- “What? Are you expecting me to yell you are not prepared?”

- “Is that all you’ve got?”

- “I’m not even breaking a sweat.”

- “I could do this all day..”

- “I’ve fought felhounds more challenging than you.”

- “I can taste your fear.”

- “Won’t you just die already?”

- “you think I’m scared of you? I’m the monster here. It’s you who should be running from me.”

- “Pathetic.” (Player death variant)

- “Hardly worth my time.” (Player death variant)

- “Well, I guess he [Illidan] was right the first time around. You weren’t prepared.” (Raid wipe)

- “you could have at least made it a little challenging.” (Raid wipe)

- “I’m fine. Stop fussing. We have a mess to clean up.” [At Diily]” (Raid Wipe)

- “Nice gear…hm…you know, I’ll be taking that.” (Raid wipe)

Ladelia

- “Burn, baby, Burn”

- “It seems things are finally beginning to heat up.”

- “If you can’t take the heat…”

- “Say bahhhhh-“ (polymorph)

- “Does anyone else remember the floor is lava game? Let’s see if I remember how it goes..”

- “Now look you’ve got me all fired up.”

- “want to see a magic trick? I’ll need a few volunteers..”

- “liar liar pants on fire”

- “Like a moth to a flame.”

- “I’ll smoke you out.”

- “didn’t anyone ever teach you not to play with fire?” (Player death variant)

- “Maybe try being a little less..flammable.” (Player death variant)

- “That looked like it hurt.” (Player death variant)

- “I’d almost pity you if you weren’t trying to kill us.” (Raid wipe)

- “There you go kits [their sabers]. A home cooked meal just for you..uh sorry it’s a little burnt.” (Raid wipe)

- “Can we go now? I’m tired, hungry and would really like to wash this blood off my robes.” (Raid wipe)

- “All you had to do is walk away.” (Raid wipe)

And oh boy do I imagine there’s very unique and very painful dialogue for all the possible death combos? Like cinematic agony 

I would need some voice actors that specialize in “anguished wails of grief and agony” though.

Diily - Alaluria and Ladelia’s deaths

- “Y-you’re hurt but I’ll fix it. I’ll make it better, it’s okay. I-im here..your big sister’s here. I’ve got you..it’s o-okay..it’s okay.”

- “It should have been me..I’m so sorry, it should have been me..I promised..I promised..”

- “It’s okay. I’ll just..let you rest for now. I’ll be right here. I’ll keep you safe. It’s alright.”

- “Why couldn’t you have just killed me too?” (@the wiped raid/Elune/fate)

- “Anyone but you..”

- “This is all my fault.”

- “I don’t know how to live without you..I don’t want to.”

- “I was supposed to protect you..I’m s-sorry..I’m so sorry. I failed you-“

- “Is this my punishment? Tell me! What have I done to deserve this? What have they done to deserve this..they didn’t deserve this.” (Seemingly @ Elune)

- “what’s the point if you’re not here with me?”

- “I’ll hunt down every last one of them, I’ll make them suffer for this..and then I’ll join you. I’ll be with you soon, don’t worry.”

- “I love you. I love you..you know that don’t you? I love you so much, I love you both more than anything. More than life itself. Please get up, I’m begging you please get up- I need you to get up.”

- “I was supposed to be the first to go.” (In general not exclusive to this specific incident. She’s always wanted to die first because there’s nothing more horrifying to her than outliving her baby sisters

Alaluria @ Diily and Ladelia’s deaths

- “Hey..get up. That’s not funny.. -voice breaks- it’s really not f-funny…”

- “I promise, I’ll kill them all. Every one of them. I’ll..I’ll make them scream for mercy.”

- “It should have been me.”

- “I’m sorry, I’m sorry..I’m sorry.”

- “But..we’re a family again..?”

- “I love you..i know I don’t say it enough..but I love you. I love you so much. Is that what you want to hear? Is that what it’ll take? Please-“

- “I need you to get up..I need you..please..GET UP!”

- “you idiot/s. Don’t you dare do this to me! Please- just get up..I..”

- “it’s only fair you leave me now, huh? Is this my punishment?” (Said with immense bitterness and self loathing)

- “it wasn’t worth it.”

Ladelia @ Diily and Alaluria’s deaths

- “W-wake up. You both need to wake up. It’s time to go..i don’t want to be here anymore..i..want to go.”

- “Please..don’t leave me. Please..I can’t..I can’t do this without you.”

- “Get up both of you. You’re scaring me. Come on..Diily? Ally? Im..scared..”

- “It’s always been so easy to forget you’re not invincible..”

- “please don’t leave me alone..”

- “I’ll burn it all down..all of it. All of them. I promise” (No humor/pun intended)

- “you said you’d always be there..”

- “please..don’t go where I can’t come with you..”

- “I can..I can fix this. I will fix this..it’s just..a few spells. I’ll be right back.”

- “It was supposed to be the three of us who win..I-it’s always been the three of us. It’s supposed to always be the..”

- “You promised.”

BUT ALSO fun banter because..that was sad ouch…and maybe you don’t kill them at all and you just fight until they have to surrender…

Ladelia: “I’m on fire tonight-“ Alaluria: “I swear if you make one more fire joke I will turn around and shove this glaive so far up your-“

Ladelia: “Hey, Alaluria. Need a..hand?”: “Put that down and keep casting.” Alaluria: “Put that down and keep casting.”

Diily: “A regular game of cat and mouse.” Alaluria: “Not you too..”

Ladelia: “Diily, look no hands! Dragon’s Breath.” Diily: “That’s wonderful, little sister- but I’m a little busy at the moment”

Alaluria: “Touch my sister again and I’ll leave you choking on your own entrails.” Diily: “Awww..you really do care.” Alaluria: “Shut up.”

Diily: “Awww look at the little puppy (worgen) getting chased by the big bad kitty..you better run faster. She likes to play with her food.”

Ladelia: “I’ll have you know can appreciate a beautiful woman and fight her at the same time!”

Diily: “This next arrow is going in your ass, Alaluria.”

Diily: “Plan B!” Alaluria: “Come on, I hate plan B…” Ladelia: “You love it.” Alaluria: “It’s humiliating-“

Ladelia: “We need more synchronized fighting moves.” Alaluria: “What are we the Barkstreet Boys!?

Diily: “I do hope your rotten flesh doesn’t make my cats sick.” (Player death taunt particularly at undead/death knights/warlocks/etc. if it’s a demon hunter Alaluria will grumble in mock offense.)

Diily: “Touch my baby sister again and I’ll skin you alive and use you as throw rug.” Alaluria and Ladelia simultaneously: “Don’t call me that in battle!”

Ladelia: “Flame on-“ Diily: “Is that a reference to something too?” Ladelia: “I don’t know it just felt right..?”

Alaluria: “Stop juggling your fire balls and do something-“ Ladelia: “Hah!!!!” Alaluria: Seriously? You’re over ten thousand years old act like it-“

Ladelia: “Those are some impressive hooves, you know. You should try kicking them like a donkey. Alaluria: “I’m seriously considering devouring your soul, dear sister.” Ladelia: “I’m being serious!”

Diily: “you need to be more careful-“ Alaluria: “is this really the time for a lecture?”

[vividlybnha]

Birthday Boy

@krbkweek2k19​  Day 7 (April 20) Bakugou’s Birthday/Free Prompt/ Third Day

i know im a whole day late so don’t reblog if you don’t want to

Warning: Fluff and Bakugou being bad at feelings.

Word Count: 2425

Author’s Note: You literally don’t understand how angry I am with myself for getting high and not doing this on Bakugou’s bday. Like it was 420 and i was really out here smoking and not writing for him. Anyway I hope this makes up for all that. Happy late birthday my sweet anger babey, love you <3. 

Bakugou tries his hardest not to be fond of his friends. He is supposed to be the punk angry boy from class 1-A. That is his reputation, that is who he is and he will uphold it. But it’s hard when his friends are complete dumbasses. How is he not supposed to laugh at their dumb conversations or when they end up dogpiled on Kaminari again. It’s not ‘cute’ or ‘funny’ and Bakugou has no idea why he always has to snap his head away from them to smile.

So maybe that’s why he holds an utter distaste for them when he opens his eyes to see a surprise birthday party. It’s that he didn’t have any clue that it was planned that got to him first. This entire week he was met with easy glances and kind smiles, as always. The same stupid jokes and yet here he is in utter surprise. He seems to hate them more every day.

Yet looking at the table centered in the middle of this garden he can’t help but feel fond of them.

The table is covered with dark colors and punk aspects. Things they’d know he’d like and yet it's almost cheesily so. The skull on the napkins looks so goth it seems like something that bird brain would have in his room (and it reminds him of a pirate flag). Not to mention the splash of orange and green, almost the exact same from his hero costume but the green is just slightly off to where it looks almost sickly. It’s by no means perfect but he can see how much work they put into it. The presents off to the side are so delicately wrapped, he knows that it was all Sero and his tape. There are hints of Mina and Kaminari’s terrible fashion taste with hints of leopard print and fur, but they made it work. And lastly the cake. It looks absolutely hideous. The only thing that stands out from the whole set up. It’s leaning and the wording is shakily written, the roses (he assumes) reminds him of a toddlers drawings. He would send it back to the kitchen if he saw it in any other circumstance. But here, in the middle of the garden with his friends bright, blinding smiles he can’t help but love it more than anything in the world.

Bakugou typically likes things with a hint of spice. To where he doesn’t have to make himself softer for the area and where it fits so perfectly with him. Angry and rough. The two things Bakugou is defined as so frequently is what he loves the most. But he admires the beauty here.

Despite it all, it (the black and terribleness of it all) looks so elegant against the backdrop of just woken roses. The colors clash so generously, they couldn’t have possibly done this by themselves. The gentle aura doesn’t fit their agenda, nor his. And yet he loves it.

His friends may not get the best test score or make the smartest jokes, hell Kaminari would probably laugh at a poop joke but they are hardworking, every day in class they put their all into training. They try so hard and it's not always for themselves, sometimes it's for a bet or a test grade or maybe because Bakugou threatened them but in the end, they still tried. And that’s what Bakugou loves the most about them.

The fresh buds from the flowers lean toward the light, swaying in the soft breeze. It couldn’t be more perfect.

“You guys are idiots.” His hand is immediately covering his happy grin, furrowing his eyebrow to try and cover his emotions.

They all take offense to his rude wording. Kaminari is the first to speak up, “Hey man we worked so hard on this! You don’t know how hard it was to get Mina to not say anything about this!” Mina cries out in protest.

“Yeah, we stayed up all night to put this together for you!” Kirishima drags him closer, arm on his shoulder.

“You could at least thank us!” Mina huffs putting two hands on her hips.

Bakugou throws a glare her way, “Look at that cake! It’s not even standing up straight!”

There is a slew of arguments and excuses until Kirishima is laughing loudly and suddenly.

“Wow Bakugou, you think your so smooth huh?” He says in between giggles.

Bakugou can feel the panic running through his body, hand still covering his mouth.

“Here you are smiling and yet you want to pretend you hate it?”

The rest of his friends are then quickly surrounding him pulling at his arms trying to see.

“No! I’m not sm- Let go of me! I’m not! There’s just something on my face!”

Kirishima pulled him into a tight hug, “You love it, huh? We had the help of the whole class!”

Bakugou blanks. The whole class helped? That would explain the elegance of it. But half the class is sure to hate him, so why did they help? He is rude to his own friends, never mind the whole class so why did anyone do this? He is quickly swimming in doubt.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean what do you mean?” Kaminari stupidly asks. Bakugou barely stops himself from hitting him for that one.

“That the whole class helped.” He says through gritted teeth.

“Because we are all classmates and they like being nice? I don’t know what you want me to say. That look on your face makes me feel like I’m saying something wrong.” Kaminari questions, putting his hands up for defense.

Bakugou doesn’t necessarily know how to feel about that. He has been rude and horrible to pretty much everyone from day one and yet he still gets a birthday party. He doesn’t deserve it at all. In the start of this year he wouldn’t have cared but now he can feel the anxiety and doubt pulse through him. This isn’t right.

Kirishima puts a soft hand on his wrist, pulling him close.

“Hey man, you okay?” His eyebrows are furrowed in a pout, searching his face for any signs. Bakugou nods and turns back to the others. He doesn’t miss how Kirishima doesn’t let go and he doesn’t make him.

“They didn’t want to disturb you because they know how you can be sometimes. They said they just wanted you to enjoy your time with your friends rather than a huge thing with people you don’t necessarily like.” Mina smiles at them. “I said you probably wouldn’t mind but they left their presents.”

Bakugou tries to ignore the feeling in his chest, buzzing in his heart.

“They all wish you a happy birthday, they mean it.” Sero gives him a soft smile.

Kirishima’s hand tightens on his wrist. Bakugou knows that he shouldn’t feel bad about this. He barely even likes those extras. But he can’t help but feel he pushed them all away.

Kirishima leans closely and whispers into his ear, “Your fine Bakugou. We are here because you are our friend but that doesn’t mean they hate you. They spent money on you and some of them wanted to be here but they wanted to respect you. No one hates you, okay?”

Bakugou doesn’t want to listen but he knows Kirishima is right. He is always right about these things. Mina pulls on his hand, “Hey let’s open some presents okay?” And Bakugou nods accepting the first gift. A small rectangular box. Sero raises a hand, “That’s mine!” Bakugou wastes no time tearing off the wrapping paper.

Sero’s present is two metal drumsticks. They feel cool and light in his hands, Bakugou doesn’t miss the chance to twirl them in his fingers. There is a small x and his name carved in small cursive letters on the side. It’s a good gift, he did end up breaking his old ones during the cultural festival (along with several others).

“They can withstand your explosions.”      

Bakugou raises his eyebrows in keen interest. Oh? He’s never had drumsticks like that.

“Try it.”

He grips the sticks tightly and lets a few soft explosions off. He opens his hand only to find remnants of smoke. Nothing.

“These are perfect.” He tries to sound angry when he says it, anything to make it sound not as nice but the same smile finds its way onto Sero’s face and he proudly watches as Kaminari hands him the next present.

Kaminari gets him coupons to his favorite restaurants around the city (the ones that serve the best spicy food) and a whole pack of extra spicy noodles that he has in the kitchen. It’s his favorite pack, the still brings tingles to his tongue when he eats it and still holds other flavors that don’t override the spiciness. Bakugou can’t help but love the present, everyone knows food is the way to someone’s heart. Which is a cheap trick on Kaminari’s part but he’ll allow it.

“These are good.”

“Aw give up the act! You love those! I don’t know what you see in them though. They are waaaaay too hot.”

“You’ve eaten them before?” Bakugou eyes him cautiously. Someone did take one, he never found out who though. Kaminari’s demeanor quickly changes and he is sweating and stumbling over his words.

“I mean, hasn’t everyone? At least once right?” Mina and Sero laugh quietly behind him.

“When I first brought them to the dorms you said you never tried them.” Bakugou sets the present down before letting the explosions come off his palms. He’s found the thief.

Kaminari starts to back up and Bakugou readies for a chase before Mina stuffs her present into his arms.

“Nope! Violence is reserved for after presents. You can beat him up then.”

“Mina! Traitor! You could have just said that he couldn’t hit me at all!”

Mina sneers at him, “You knew what would happen if you ate his food. You didn’t even finish it before you started crying.” Bakugou can’t help but laugh at that. He almost wishes he saw it.

Mina gets him the shittiest shirt he has ever seen and mascara. Bakugou takes them and tries his best to look disgruntled. The shirt just happens to be from one of his favorite metal bands, its design coats the front in intricate swirls and details. It’s the one he had been looking to buying it when he had the time but here it is. He sends a heartfelt glare and Mina and she smiles. The mascara is Flirty Minx, Extreme Volume. Bakugou blushes. He didn’t think anyone would notice he wore any but if it was going to be anybody it was going to be Mina who found out. That’s when he also realizes that he is running low.

Kirishima gets him a whole new pack of mountain climbing gear. The whole 9 yards. It’s all fitted nicely into the backpack: a new harness, boots, helmet, rope, everything. Bakugou can’t help but notice that none of the items are matching color wise, Bakugou laughs to himself. But closer to the bottom of the bag Bakugou finally sees them. A pair of orange and green crocs. It’s very distinctly modeled after his hero costume, with the two dots and the X over the tops. Although he loves his costume he absolutely hates these.

“You know I’m never going to wear these, right? They are hideous.”

Kirishima laughs, hand over his chest, “I told you one of these days I’d convert you. Besides, you’ll probably wear them once to be nice.”

Damn, he knows him too well. “No, I won’t.”

Kirishima only smiles back.

They spend the rest of that afternoon opening and talking about the presents. Bakugou can’t wait until it’s their birthdays just so he can show them up. He will be damned if they are better present givers than he is.

It is darker when they finally get to the lopsided cake. The afternoon becoming evening and tiredness starts to plague them all. Bakugou has to yell at them not to sing but they do it anyway. Bakugou has to hide his blush by hiding his face in his hands. God, he absolutely hates them. Mina cuts the cake (giving Bakugou a HUGE slice) and they all find spots to eat in the grass. Kirishima sits beside him once he’s got his slice, criss cross on the grass and chewing happily.

“Did you like today?” Kirishima is looking up at the vivid lights in the sky. The clashes of reds and pinks. It casts a perfect hue onto him. Bakugou can’t help but love the sight.

“This was dumb.” He tries to scowl but he really can’t. That’s when he realizing he is angry. There is no trace of anger anywhere in him. He feels calm and peaceful. Kirishima laughs, already knowing he doesn’t mean it.

For the first time that evening it’s quiet and soft.

Despite knowing he shouldn’t and everything in his body telling himself to stop he leans closer to Kirishima. From the corner of his eye, he can see him smile and blush but move closer anyway.

“This cake taste like shit.”

Kirishima chuckles, shoulders jerking slightly. “Yeah, we kept trying over and over last night. This was the best outcome of all the attempts so you’re lucky.”

The sun is pulling to a close in the sky, dripping just to the tops of the roses and resting there. He can feel his tiredness plaguing his eyes. There was so much running around and joking (and his early bedtime) he knows it's not long before he falls asleep.

“Thank you guys, really.” It’s just above a whisper and Kirishima doesn’t say anything. He almost thinks he didn’t hear him, which he is perfectly fine with him. The area gets darker and darker and Bakugou doesn’t know if it’s just him blinking longer and longer of the sun falling from the sky. Either way, he finds himself closing his eyes and keeping them there.

He barely feels it but he knows it happens. Kirishima moves his spiky hair back and plants a gentle kiss on his forehead. It’s short and sweet. Bakugou almost wants to wake up so he can return the birthday gift but his limbs don’t move.

“Happy Birthday Bakugou.”

And out of all Bakugou’s birthdays, he has to admit. No matter how much he hates his dumb friends and this dumb party-

This was his favorite one of all.

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