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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 3 years

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Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise!

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you. MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai: MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something: MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult.

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest. (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”

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soulwillower · 3 years

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friendly neighborhood spiderman • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)

requested: soooo my idea was an e2l spiderman richie x reader. they hate each other at school, but one day while patrolling he sees her with her friends outside and watched her and is like ‘shit maybe she’s not so bad’. then proceeds to be mean to her at school anyways. then a few days later he sees her crying her e yea a out and talks to her as spidey, consoles her, start liking each other. and then at school he’s a jerk and she’s like I can’t take ur shit. make up. friends. lovers. photographer reader. + ok so I was thinking maybe her parents are divorced and it’s smth abt how both parents tell her totally different stories abt the divorce. like the mom says we never loved each other, it was arranged marriage, but he abused me and cheated on me. and the dad says she was a psycho always stealing my stuff and bitching at me. we thought shE had schizophrenia. both her parents are ok to her so she gets fed up and leaves home crying. Goes to rooftop sees Spider-Man AND BOOM LOVE. self indulgencE here

warnings: enemies to lovers (my specialty), mentions of a rough divorce, a bit of violence, spiderman!au, slight blood, unedited, she/they pronouns for reader

[losers + reader are 18.]

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you're convinced it started when you missed the subway.

that was the butterfly flapping it's wings; then the chaos of the rest of the day just happened to fall in place because some sadistic twist of fate said it so, and now you're rolling your eyes at your friend in the hallway, backpack loose on your right shoulder with a budding black eye that was throbbing with the pain of a hundred suns.

you'd snuck up on your classmate in the dark room (first mistake) and then tried to scare him (second), resulting in a metal water bottle to the face. "well if you just ice it, i'm sure the swelling and the pain will go away..." your friend trails off as you sigh, nodding in agreement. "i'm so embarrassed, i'm just hoping it doesn't bruise."

"-y/n, what's up with you? wh- oh." your other friend says as they join you, eyes landing on your swollen cheek.

it was this moment that richie tozier, certified asshole, walks near with three of his friends. richie, the bane of your existence. also, the boy whose locker is four away from yours. sensing your fatal hesitance, richie grins, "y/n's still upset because someone dropped a house on their sister." he making everyone snicker. you glare at the ground.

you don't want him to see your face; any kind of ammo would be enough for richie to take and go miles with, and you're not in the mood for one of your typical screaming matches, as much as the others at this school love to watch.

"woah, y/l/n, who gave you the shiner?" he asks as he twists his fingers around his locker combination.

"why? you trying to match?" you threaten, and richie just smiles. he's laughing into his open locker as you roll your eyes, your friends peeling away eventually as you start to search through your locker.

"so," richie starts just as you thought the silence would stay until you could flee. you groan, leaning your head on the locker as he continues, "did flash finally figure out who's been saran-wrapping his car?"

you narrow your eyes, "how'd you know that was me?" you ask, certain that nobody had seen you besides three of your friends. it's doubtful they'd tell richie.

his face pales slightly and a rosy blush blossoms on his high cheekbones as he shakes his head, adam's apple bobbing as he gulps. "because, e-everyone knows." he stutters out weakly. you give him a weird look, shaking your head. "bullshit." you mutter as you brush past him, slamming your locker closed. “creep.”

richie hadn't meant to stalk them. y/n y/l/n's friend group just happened to be on the route he usually patrolled after classes, so he unintentionally ended up watching them pop in and out of the drugstore.

it was nearing a golden light around the city as richie sits on the fire escape of some building across the way - y/n's distinct figure sliding out of the store, arms wrapped inconspicuously around a bag and smile bright enough that richie can barely see the shiner still catching the light on y/n's left eye.

he briefly wonders where it's really from, and if y/n was okay. he wonders if y/n was robbed, or if he could've been there to stop it.

it's not until the three others in y/n's gang of idiots run out of the store that it clicks in richie's head - they definitely just stole those cookies, chips, the bottles of pop, the - richie tilts his head, squinting his eyes. yes, y/n definitely stole that handle of tito's.

then y/n’s lifting the sheet in their hands - it looks clear, and then it’s being wrapped around a car in the parking lot. he’s alarmed, for a moment - y/n wouldn’t do that to just anybody, he doesn’t think. but then he laughs into his mask when he recognizes the car: flash thompson’s.

he’s a nightmare, and he makes richie’s life hell just as much as flash makes y/n’s life hell and the rest of richie’s friends. so he leaves her be to saran wrap the car.

feeling relieved that when he got his powers his vision repaired itself, richie can't help but chuckle, watching y/n's hair glint in the light and the way they tilt back in laughter, the gaggle of friends traipsing away from the store and down the block. richie's lips quirk in a small grin: shit, maybe y/n's not so bad.

but despite that, richie and y/n's rivalry did nothing but steadily increase for the next week.

maybe it was because you were furious that you and your bio partner, richie's best friend stan, had gotten a b- on your lab, or maybe it was just because richie was just feeling a bit more testy than typical.

you're sure it's because when you go to your debate club's meeting, you find none other than richie tozier sitting across from your chair.

"why is he here?" you ask the teacher, and he nods to richie, "i requested he attend a meeting, try it out. richie's quite talented, you know. i figured we could bring in a new challenge for you."

“just because someone can talk a lot doesn’t mean they have anything good to say.” you snap.

you can't even look at the cocky smirk on richie's face, his feet kicked up as he lounges at the desk. "intimidated, toots?" he asks cooly, and you roll your eyes. "never."

and then ten minutes later, you’re doing a brainbreaking exercise where you’re split into groups of two and debating over a topic given to you. but you and richie were far more distracted by each other.

“you know, for someone who everyone says is the best intellectual match for me, you’re a straight up douche and i can’t wait to graduate and never see you again.”

“compatible intellect, doll, not personalities. maybe if you stop acting like such an infant and stamping your feet around, we can part ways even faster.”

you glare at him. he glares back. then nothing else happens.

the stress of the day caught up to you nearly immediately as you got home. you're holding back tears as you ignore your parents, who are screaming at each other; instead changing into sweats and a sweatshirt, brewing yourself a mug of tea, and slinking up to the roof with a blanket, prepared to mope around in the drizzle of rain. at least on the roof, nobody will see you cry.

but the universe just can't let you have anything as of lately, because as soon as you finally settle down on the roof sitting on the blanket, and nearly letting a tear escape, a figure stands up a mere twenty feet from you, and you jump a bit. apprehensively, your eyes squint, and you're shocked to discover a spiderman suit bright in the dreary lighting of the overcast afternoon.

the suit-clad person seems to be surprised by you as well, as you stand up, you're wary, unsure of how to act. of course you've heard of spiderman - he's all anyone can talk about lately, but you never expected to see him this close. what do you say?

"are you real?" you croak out.

"am i- yes, what kind of question is that?" his voice is way younger than you expected, and you're almost thrown off. he's closed the distance between you now, standing between you and the edge of the building, about four feet away.

you narrow your eyes, immediately wanting to test him. "well, i don't know, i've seen people around jackson heights just wearing costumes like spiderman-" you argue, shrugging.

the bickering is unexpected from a literal superhero, but it's strangely familiar to you. frowning, you walk closer to the masked figure, watching as spiderman takes steps backwards. he's at the edge of the building, and so without any thought, you place both of your palms across his sturdy chest and shove as hard as you can. "wait, wait what are you-" and spiderman's voice fades as he stumbles back, falling off the edge of the building with a yelp.

for a moment, your breath leaves your lungs, and your hands slap your mouth. what did you just do? you can't breathe, tears clouding your vision yet again.

but then a sticky, stringy substance slaps to the side of the building and the figure comes flying up, having catapulted himself up and back on the roof with a web. you gasp in relief, but the figure is already talking.

"-what the fuck is your deal?" are the first words from the masked boy as he walks away from the ledge. your eyes are still wide, heart thumping fast and your tears are still there, threatening to fall. "-what if i wasn't actually spiderman, i- you could've killed an innocent person, holy sh-"

you're tuning him out, though, the realization that you could have just killed someone finally pushing you over the edge. you crumble onto the blanket and let out a short, cut off sob.

"woah, woah, hey..." spider-man looks hesitant, but then comes towards you where you fall to the gravel. "-hey, what's h-what are you doing, why are you crying?" he says, voice going softer. you frown, wondering why his voice seems so deep and forced. batman did that to conceal his identity, you think before letting out a sob, shaking your head. "shouldn't you be out, like, fighting crime or whatever?"

"i'm here to make sure people are okay. you're clearly not okay." he argues, and you're too tired to try and argue with this stranger.

"my parents are getting divorced," you sniff, eyes squeezing shut as more thick tears leak down your cheek. you know you probably look destroyed right now in front of this hero, but you don't care. after silence from him, he sits down right next to you on your blanket, backs leaning against some electrical box.

"and.. i can't tell who's lying. they told me completely different things." you cut yourself off, swallowing thickly. "my mom says it was a l-loveless marriage, that he- my dad used to... hurt her. and cheat on her-" you hiccup, wiping your eyes, makeup leaking on your hands.

"my dad says she's psychotic. that she steals his stuff, that she always yells at him, and i can't-" you sigh, looking up at the clouds, watching a flock of birds fly away in the misting of the wet weather. "i feel like they see me as a pawn to play off each other. and at my school, i'm just the antagonist. people only like me because they like to see the fights i get into with this other kid."

"midtown is just like that, i'm sure none of them mean anything by it-" you look at the boy, squinting as you take in the red fabric stretching over sharp cheekbones.

"-how d'you know i go to midtown?" you sniffle. does spiderman go there, too? or teach there? how old is he, because he certainly seems too young to be a teacher?

he leans back, exhaling in an admission of guilt that flares a feeling of familiarity in you somewhere, something that's on the tip of your tongue. "lucky guess?" he states, choking it out as if he was trying to form the right words. you decide to brush it off, the feeling of being able to vent to a complete stranger suddenly making you feel better. the light mist in the air even feels good, now.

"i can't deal with it. i just don't know. why should this have to be something they vent to me about? it hurts, i don't know what to believe and i just don't know what to do. i'm lost, i just need to have someone here for me." you hug yourself slightly, "am i selfish?" you finally ask, voicing the thought that's been nagging you for months. it's silent for a moment. a car horn sounds in the distance, a dog barks, people call to each other in the street. below you, the street is dotted with tiny moving umbrellas, concealing people underneath their net of dry safety in mere splotches of yellow, black, pink from how high up you are.

spider man's nudging you in the ribs softly, then, calling you back to your own body. "listen. i know selfish, okay? i'm the definition of it, but, uh..."

"y/n." you sniffle. "-y/n. trust me, you're not selfish for wanting to be loved, to be cared for...it's, um..." he scratches the back of his head, and you briefly wonder what color his hair is. what texture, length, how he styles it.

"you deserve good things to happen, and, uh, it's not selfish for you to be overwhelmed. you're going through stuff that people our age shouldn't go through. especially not alone."

"so you are my age?" you ask, sniffling. sensing him tense next to you, you brush it off. you kind of figured as much from his...immaturity. "and you - spiderman - think you're selfish? do you know how much of a paradox that statement is?" you jest, shaking your head.

spiderman's head tilts back, and he laughs. it seems to surprise him almost as much as it surprises you, because he shakes his head, trying to stifle it quick. "you forget," he starts, his fingers tapping at the tight fabric on his thighs. "that i also have a life. i'm not just spiderman. so... yeah, maybe spiderman's not the most selfish person ever, but... i am. the real me."

"you have to care a lot about people to want to do what you do." you say, feeling better after talking to someone and hearing his reassurance. "you're not always spiderman, but... y'now, spiderman is always you. i'd say that makes you a good person." you say simply. you sigh, heart still hurting. you start with a deep breath, then a quiet, "you ever feel stuck? like..."

"like you're playing two people at once?" he finishes. you swallow, feeling oddly seen by this masked stranger. "yeah, spiderman." you say dejectedly.

and that was the start of an odd, unlikely friendship between you and the masked stranger. he'd stop by your building almost every other day, even if for a few minutes, always to check in on you, to ask how your day was. it made your chest fill with butterflies and the air fill with your laughter.

despite your new friendship, things at midtown sort of took a turn for the worse.

it was just richie, really. your black eye was gone but richie seemed to be compensating for something every time he saw you - the person who used to be a challenging enemy turned into a malicious tormentor, who would comment on every single thing you do. it was driving you mad.

you're just lucky richie doesn't know that you do all the school's photography somehow, or at least, doesn't remember, because he's gone the days that you take photos for the decathalon, the honor society, and the band. each time you asked, someone told you some lame excuse like, 'oh, tozier's at the orthodontist.'

richie doesn't have braces, though.

you can’t help but wonder why richie’s never there, why he’s always sneaking off, buying new backpacks... bruises on his eyes...

the last straw is when you and stan are just trying to finish this replacement lab to get a better grade, and richie's sitting at the end of the table with bill denbrough, the two of them playing paper football and laughing loudly like they're fourth graders.

you resist the urge to beg stan to get his moronic friends away from you, knowing that it would just insult the boy and get you nowhere.

so, with gritted teeth and a tight grip on your pen, you work in relative silence with stan while the two imbeciles chuckle at each other at the other end of the room, disturbing the quiet peace of the library.

"so, y/l/n, you goin' to prom?" richie asks out of the blue, feigning innocence. you grip your pen tighter, knowing it's a trap. don't bite, y/n. don't bite. don't bite, don't bite, don't bite- "it's a little soon to be thinking about prom." you say, trying to skirt around the issue.

"it's okay, not everyone can get a date, you can still go with friends." he says, also trying to sound nonchalant. you snort, "like you could get a date either."

bill laughs as he pulls out some homework, having finally decided to make good use of his time. "you can go together, then." bill mutters. stan huffs a laugh at that, too. "i have plans that night." you say immediately, eyes not leaving your paper as stan smirks at you in amusement.

"no, yeah, y/n. let's go together." richie says, "i can meet the ol' pops and get to see your mom again. that reminds me, i can’t stop by to see her, so give her a big old kiss from me tonight, will ya?" he asks with a wink.

"is everything a joke to you?" you ask, trying to hide your irritation by acting bored. you ignore the feelings you get from his wink.

"only funny things, doll." richie smiles, a crooked grin that, if you didn't know his personality, would make you swoon. it's suddenly no wonder to you why the people at this school always giggle and whisper and laugh with him; he's utterly gorgeous.

"it's not your fault your mom likes me more than your dad." he jokes, chuckling to himself. "shut up, i'm trying to do homework." bill says, then promptly kicks him under the table, which you're grateful for because the pain that flashes across your face momentarily is concealed from richie's gaze as he winces and ducks down for a second.

that shouldn't have hurt you because he's obviously just joking with you and doesn’t know, but since the tenseness in your house recently and the ugly divorce, things have just been extremely hard. you cannot stand his audacity; richie thinks he can say whatever he want and get excused because he's too damn pretty. you clench your fists.

"y/n, i'll give you ten dollars to slap him." stan says, barely paying attention; a pen hangs from between his lips, brows furrowed as he works on your reassignment, eyes calculating. you think, for a moment, how nice it'd be to be real friends with stan. if not for richie.

and for some reason, in that split moment, you don't think. you're pent up, angry at the world, at your teacher, at richie, at your parents, and because you can't be friends with stan because richie gets in the way of everything - and you whirl around, catching richie by surprise as you land a slap to his face that resonates throughout the whole library. a gasp sounds from somewhere behind you as the librarian startles out of her work.

suddenly, four pairs of eyes are staring at you.

you blink back, face feeling as warm as richie's red cheek looks.

the librarian didn't hesitate to send you and richie to the principal's office, resulting in a suspension for you and richie alike, the two of you not meeting eyes in the waiting room outside the administrative offices.

the subway trip and then consequential walk home was lonely, rainy, and dismal.

- - -

besides your parents and your immediate friends, the only other person you told about the suspension was spiderman, when he came to see you on the roof that afternoon. you told him about richie, how you'd decked him for hitting a sore subject with you.

"you know, he seems like a dick but... i bet he means well. i'm sure he does." is all spiderman had said, acting fidgety before leaving. despite that, it had still felt good to know you could trust him.

the next monday at school is when you see richie again, face clean and clear of any evidence of your fist.

you were walking home from school when you passed across the football field. he was with his friends on the turf, seemingly not getting on the subway yet. they're sprawled out, all seven of them, smoking cigarettes or playing a game of travel chess, one of them reading a book. there’s an empty can of coke, one of the glass bottles, filled with gross water and cigarette butts. stan sits with richie, beverly marsh laying with her head in his lap as she smokes, sunglasses red and blocking the sun.

before you get too close, before they can notice, you snap a photo of them. they just look timeless.

but then, as you put away your camera, richie sees you. you get ready for a fight; but what comes is just sheffling feet and fingers fidgeting slightly. "y/n." he starts off with as he walks up to you, all by himself.

you watch him, your own eyes flowing with guilt. "hey, richie." you say, trying to be better about controlling your attitude. "i wanted to say i'm sorry." he says, and you widen your eyes. he what?

"i sometimes don't know how to stop running my mouth, and i went too far. i usually do. and i'm sorry, i just want to start fresh." he says honestly. you swallow - something about his words, about the way he said selfish...

you shake your head, "no, i'm sorry too. i shouldn't have hit you." richie shrugs, "i deserved it, s’okay."

it's quiet.

"being friends is good." you say, shrugging. "as long as i can still tell you that i think you're acting like a three year old." "as long as i still can act like one." he counters, grinning. and then he's shaking your hand and walking away.

you feel better the rest of the day.

- - -

"you know, i'm a photographer." you whisper that same night in the dark. "you are?" the boy in the suit next to you sounds genuinely shocked. you beam, "y-yeah, i actually got a few wicked shots of you from a few weeks ago."

"are you the one that's been selling my photos to all the papers?" he asks, and you laugh, head tilting toward the sky. "no, not me." he hums, a laugh escaping that doesn't sound like his usual voice he uses around you. you've accepted that spiderman's been hiding his identity and voice from you because you may recognize him. you've also decided that he's probably from midtown - but there are over seven thousand students at midtown, so chances are still slim.

why is it that this boy, who you don't even know the name of, has captured your attention? why do you feel like kissing him all the time?

“oh, here’s a shot i took.” you say, pulling out the photo you’d just finished developing in the dark room today. “couple days ago. i just finished developing it.”

you show it to him, and you can’t tell his reaction at all. “it’s not really impressive, i just - they’re just some kids in my class, but... i don’t know, there’s something about them that i just really think should be made into art.”

he’s quiet after that, but holds on to the photo hard enough that you’re worried it may wrinkle.

“god, y/n-” he stops himself, voice cracking and nearing the closest you’ve ever heard it to being true to him. not the weird, batman garbage.

“this is cool. you should- you should show them, i bet they’d like it.”

you scoff, “no, they wouldn’t.” you take the photo back, fingers tracing richie’s face, the way his lips curl around a cigarette, the way his dark hair and eyebrows and eyelashes clash with his skin and clothes. you shake your head, “this is the boy i hit. when i got suspended. i don’t think he’d like this very much. probably call me a freak.”

you meet his eyes - or, you suppose you do - and then his hand is hovering in front of your face, debating. you don’t dare move, and then he’s combing hair behind your ear, giving you chills that run down your spine.

you clear your throat, smiling softly as he moves his hand away.

spiderman doesn’t say much after that.

it’s minutes until he speaks again. "shouldn't you be getting ready to leave?" he suddenly asks, and you sigh, beginning to pack up your things and gather your backpack. he follows you to the edge of the building and as you climb down the ladder to the fire escape, he webs himself and falls back, landing above you against the bricks when you stand up.

you're nearly eye level now as he hangs upside down, listening to you rant. "-maybe i'll just walk to mary's place. it's not that far-" you cut yourself off as you're opening your window, eyes landing on the figure in your room, who looks just as confused as you.

your eyes widen, "m-mom!" you say, alarmed as spiderman hangs next to you, just barely sealed from your mother's sight by the brick wall.

"is someone there with you, y/n?" she asks, tilting her head to get a look. you shake your head quickly, thankful that it's dark out and she can probably only see you, backlit by the lights from the alley below. she explains something about being unable to take you to your friend's house - and you nod along, willing for her to just leave. "that's okay, mom. i can take the subway." you say honestly. it's harder to drive around here, anyways.

she finally leaves, and you let out a breath, unsure as to how she'd react to know you were with spiderman on the roof. you let out a small laugh, and so does he.

"well, walking will be fine. she's just paranoid, and plus - i have you." you say, joking as you nudge his shoulder. but instead of laughing or going off the joke as he usually would, spiderman hums in agreement.

"no matter what, you'll be safe. i promise." spiderman says from where he hangs upside down from the top edge of your fire escape, face almost level with yours. that makes your heart skip a beat, his words swirling around your stomach in a warm pool of comfort.

you smile, "okay." you whisper. you believe it.

then, before you slip into your window and he slips out into the night, you turn to him. you can only hope he's looking at you, the mask always leaving it to speculation.

"can i try something? just once?" you ask, heart hammering in your chest as you step closer to him. he hesitates, and you wonder if he's biting his lips, or his cheek; if his eyes are wide or narrowed in thought. you wonder, for the thousandth time, what he looks like.

but eventually, it comes. "yes," he whispers.

gently, your fingertips find the edge of his mask down near his neck, and in the barely lit up corner of your fire escape you start to peel away his mask, revealing just his jaw, chin, and lips. goosebumps appear on his soft skin in the wake of your touch.

you feel butterflies.

his pale white skin reflects off the moonlight slightly, his jawline sharp as your fingers find their way across his skin, his mouth parting to take in a breath, lips full and red in the darkness. you wish you recognized these lips.

in fact, a voice somewhere in you screams that you wish it was richie's lips. you abolish that thought before you have time to think about it.

you can tell he's nervous, but you don't know if it's because he doesn't trust you and thinks you're going to whip off his mask, or because he knows what you're about to do. you're pulled toward him by an invisible force, the kind that wishes and hopes and needs you to be closer to him, whoever he is.

his jaw is structured and you feel it clench slightly under your hand as you cup his cheeks, barely raising on your tip toes as you near his upside-down face. you're not sure if he's breathing but, honestly, you know you aren't either. you just have to do this. so you close the gap.

his lips are plush and less chapped than you'd expected, his presence warm and protecting and exuding bashfulness yet somehow also emanating confidence. he rises almost as the tide does at your grandma's old house in the east, tilting his head as your nose brushes against the skin on the side of his jaw.

richie’s face flashes behind your closed eyes, and it makes you take in a sharp breath, realizing that yes, okay, maybe you do want to kiss richie. but you're not - you're kissing spiderman. you feel light, butterflies thrashing around.

his hand, covered by his mesh suit's fabric, falls to the nape of your neck, upside down so his thumb rests right on the soft of your throat, where your heart thumps hard and quick against him.

you swear you've never felt more like you're flying. you pull away after a few moments, your face burning even with the slight breeze. his hand stays on your neck for a split moment and then he lets it drop, returning to hold his web that keeps him suspended.

you watch with a small, shy smile as he bites his lip, containing what could only be the most beautiful smile you would ever see. you frown for a moment as you get that inkling again that you should know him.

"please, what's your name?" you finally ask again. he had to trust you, right? you've had countless opportunities to pry, to rip his mask off, to find out yourself. but you want him to trust you with it, to want to tell you.

his smile slowly fades, and yours does too. "can't you just tell me your name?" you whisper in desperate frustration.

his mouth opens, then closes as if he decided against it. carefully, one hand pulls his mask back over his lips, concealing him once again as spiderman. the boy you finally knew for a mere minute is gone, probably forever. "i can't. i wish i could."

"well, okay." you say, feeling heartbroken and frustrated. angry.

"okay." it almost gets swallowed up by the breeze as you shut your window behind you. he's gone, swinging across streets and over buildings in the distance by the time you wipe your eyes of the tears.

- - - -

you don't see spiderman the next week.

it seems as though only knowing spiderman for a little longer than a month and suddenly not seeing him took more of a toll on you than you'd expected; you watch yourself go through the motions of each day with no complaint, barely any words, the world around you boring.

wake up, get ready, drink a breakfast shake, late for class, leave school, homework, wait on the rooftop for your friend who you know will never show. dinner. back on the rooftop. go to bed.

you're about to leave school on friday when it hits you, the thing that has been missing from your regular school routine. and for some reason, not having been able to see him is just as painful as not seeing spiderman.

richie.

you don't know why you're feeling so emotional - or maybe it's just because as much as you hate each other, the fun rivalry you keep alive with him is what gets you through life at midtown. he keeps you on your toes.

so you seek him out for what may be the first time in your life, just to find him out back on the turf in his usual spot with all his friends.

"tozier." you call, halting all conversation with his group of losers as they cease their talking, staring up at you with seven pairs of owl eyes. you have no clue why you're nearly in tears. maybe, in an odd way, he's a replacement, a surrogate. for a friend that you'll never see again. and you're furious at both of them.

"where the fuck have you been?" you ask.

you watch in slight surprise as the color drains from his face, eyes widening in shock. you didn't expect him to have this reaction, in fact - you came here to pick a fight, to get the opposite of... this. richie looks as if he's been caught in the biggest lie of his life, and it's unsettling.

he seems to shake off whatever the fuck that emotion was he just had as he stutters, "what-what do you mean?"

you scowl at him, " did you just give up? that easy, huh? i thought you were better than that."

richie, for a split second, looks like he might get sick, or cry. it just makes you more confused and, for some reason, more angry. for no reason. "y/n, how did you find-"

"it's been silent in the halls, tozier. i don't know if i should be thankful or weirded out that you decided to mature overnight. you being nice to me, not being a freak... it's weird, but it's... when i said i was done with your shit and you asked to be friends, i didn't mean that i wanted you to ignore me."

he blinks his owlish eyes at you, "OH." he states loudly, pressing his fingers to his temples as he shakes his head, "christ, i thought- nevermind. you missed me that much, doll?" he tries to ease back into his teasing attitude but you can tell it's forced. and you don't know why. his friends suddenly all look relieved too, as if they know something big that you don't.

"forget it. this was so stupid." you mutter, walking past them briskly, barely even catching stan's eye. you don't cry until you get on the subway.

that night, you almost didn't go up onto the roof.

why should you? spiderman wasn't your friend anymore, he clearly got scared away when you kissed, or when you asked him who he was. it hurts, you think as you look at the dark skyline of queens, it hurts that he won't trust you with something as simple as a name.

but you're still up there, staring at the cloudless sky and thinking of the taste of those lips as a whoosh, thud and a groan jolt you from your tranquil misery.

you don't believe your eyes at first, but when the figure stumbles toward you, arm reaching to its neck, you definitely recognize him. "h-hey?" you say nervously, squinting against the dying light to try and see why spiderman's bent like that, stumbling to you, until he falls nearly at your feet.

you gasp as you get a closer look; it's hard to see with the red of his suit, but he's got a fair blood stain coming out of his neck area, a slash through the neck that leads towards the collarbone. it's not fatal, and probably won't need stitches, but it sure looks like he's in a lot of pain.

"y-your neck is bleeding." you say, eyes wide in a panic, "are-are you, do i need to get you to a hospital?" you rush, heart thumping. the boy shakes his head, though that clearly causes him pain. "my wounds- they'll regenerate quick enough. do you-do you have bandages?" he asks, and you nod aggressively, running a hand through your hair. "yes, let's go to my room." you say, trying to stay as calm as he is. with a lot of effort and sharp cries of pain, you finally make it into your room through the window on the fire escape, gently helping spiderman to your bed.

you allow yourself ten seconds in your bathroom to gather your breaths and thoughts before taking the first aid kit and rushing back to the bleeding boy, whose name is still a mystery.

your hands are shaking as you undo the box, and his hands suddenly fall against yours and squeeze. you look to him then, willing for the tears of fear to dry up and go away. "it's okay." he says, and then you feel even more rotten because spiderman is hurt in your bed and you're still making him comfort you.

"no-i know. you just surprised me, is all." you trail off, pulling your hands from his to pull out antiseptic ointment, cleaning wipes and swabs. "what- um, what happened?"

"mugging, guy had a knife. i was trying to get the purse from his hands and he slashed me. it's really not-" he coughs a bit, a fresh squeeze of blood seeping into the fabric. "-not bad. honest."

you shake your head, looking at him. "i have to take off your mask." you say solemnly. "or else it'll get bad. infected, or- heal into the mask."

he nods lightly, "i know." is all he says. his voices is laced with nerves.

your hands are still shaky when you reach to pull up the mask. he makes no attempt to move except to shift himself on your bedspread. you slowly peel the mask, eyes focused on the wound and not on the boy's face. but then, you can't help it. when the mask slips off, the boy's eyes are screwed tight.

but your breath catches in your throat when you take in his face.

it's richie.

of course it is. you press your lips together, forcing yourself to focus on his wound and not all the thoughts swirling in your mind. you don’t talk to each other, one out of anger and one out of pain, and he grips your arm, hand warm on your skin.

you can barely focus as you go to work on his wound, but you’re glad that by the time you’re almost finished, your anger has ebbed away and you’re strangely calm.

you don't meet eyes until you've got his cut cleaned out and you're satisfied it won't get infected. his eyes are nervous, anxious, scared. yours are surprisingly calm, and almost emotionless.

"hi, doll." he says, eyes no longer screwed shut, neither out of pain nor anxiety over revealing his identity.

"do your friends know?" is all you ask. he gives you a curt not as you shakily wrap the gauze around the nape of his neck, figuring a bandaid would come right off. his hand falls from your arm as you move it around his head.

"i had all them, but i wanted to see you."

his words send warm waves through your body and you bite your lip.

"why didn't you tell me? the other night?" you ask shortly, knowing that fighting won't get you anywhere.

“look, i’m sorry that i didn’t tell you, i really am. but slipping the fact that i developed spider-like superhuman abilities into an ‘are we friends or do we hate each other’ conversation is pretty fuckin' difficult.” he defends.

you nod, because, after consideration, you think you would have probably done the same. "okay. if your friends know, why didn't you..." you don't know how to phrase it.

"why didn't i go to one of them?" he sighs, sitting up as you finish clasping the gauze. he rubs his eyes and you realize you're not used to him without glasses - does he even need those anymore? his eyes are so blue, so warm. his eyelashes are long.

"i missed you. or, i - i don't know, i just... i needed to show you. to tell you. i was afraid to put you in danger but you deserve to know.” he says, honestly.

you hum, flicking a piece of rubble from his shoulder and then using that as an excuse to run your hands over the material there, feeling his muscles under your touch. "and you had to get stabbed to work up the courage?" you tease.

he beams, despite himself. and it's beautiful.

"how else could i get your attention, doll? i tried everything else."

you shake your head, huffing a bit. "can't believe you let me kiss you." you bury your face in your hands, feeling hot and embarrassed. "i'm sorry you had to do that." you squeak out, mortified.

it's quiet, and then, "i would do it again."

you look at him, from where you sit - both so close, almost touching... his breath almost hits your face. "really?" he looks at you like you've grown three heads. "yes." he deadpans, "obviously. why else could i have been spending so much time with you?"

you laugh, tilting your head back. "so you only want me for my lips?" you joke even though you're nervous. richie groans, hands tangling in his nest of windswept curls. it's charming and it makes your stomach flutter.

"y/n, don't make this so hard." he begs. unable to help yourself, you perk up, "that's what she said-" you start, but then richie kisses you for the second time.

he's nearly crashing into you, lips finding yours desperately through his own smile of disbelief - that you'd said that, or that he's kissing you? you don't care as you kiss back, hands finding purchase on his chest or in his hair.

then he's regaining his strength as your tongue finds his and he nudges you over, rolling so he lays above you. you pull him between your hips as he bites your lip gently and then moves on to kiss your neck, filling you with heat and butterflies.

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner." he whispers into the shell of your ear as he bites a soft mark on your upper throat, and you sigh. "god, it-it's fine-"

but then it's too late, because your bedroom door flies open.

startled, you and richie break apart, eyes wide and lips bruised; blood staining his spiderman suit as he lays on top of you, your legs fastened around his hips and your hands tinged with his blood and sweat, both of you breathing wildly.

your mom stands in front of you, eyes wide and mouth agape in near horror - spiderman in bed with you. "hello, ma'am." richie breathes out and you resist the urge to smother yourself with a pillow.

"just... keeping your daughter safe, y'know, friendly neighborhood spiderman."

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Such a pretty event!!! May I have a Red Lily with Denki, please?

I am SO SORRY for taking forever to finish this. Clearly I have no chill and it is a tiny bit longer than I thought it would be. I hope you like this!

Red Lily (Passion) with Denki

Warnings: Swearing, mutual pining, sexual tension, making out, mention of a b0ner

WC: 4.4k words

Denki still couldn’t believe his luck, here he was, with you, working on his quirk. He didn’t think much of it when he was sitting in the sitting area of the 3A dorms off handedly asking if anyone wanted to spar.

He got a look of annoyance from Bakugo, confusion from Kirishima and amusement from Mina and Sero. A sound of someone running up behind him had him turning his head to you clapping and excitedly jumping up and down.

“Oh, oh oh! Umm I would actually LOVE-” You see the looks on the other people’s faces and clear your throat, before continuing. “I wouldn’t mind helping you out Kaminari, if you still want to that is…” You looked down at the ground, playing with the hem of your shirt too nervous to look him in the eye.

Denki is still staring at you, his mouth wide open. You want to practice with him? The girl he’s been pining over since you stood up to that 2B prick saying that he isn’t worth the powerful quirk he has. He will never forget the look on your face as you yelled….

“How dare you! Kaminari works just as hard as everyone else! He is talented and strong, and you are weak for saying bullshit like that!” You are fuming, cheeks red fists balled at your sides, you were at least several inches shorter than the jackass and yet you seemed to tower over him.

After he stomps away red faced you turn to the rest of the class with rage in your eyes before blinking and looking away shyly. “I um... he deserved it.” You back to your seat, no one really knowing what to say. Denki can see admiration in most people’s faces, even Bakugo’s. When you sit down at your seat and stare at your desk Denki doesn’t realize he is staring until Mina throws a note at him.

You look like a lovestruck fish! Close your mouth!

Denki feels a thump to the back of his head. “Fuckin Ow! What the hell?” He turns and sees Bakugo with a glare on his face and a closed book in his hand.

“You haven’t answered her question dumbass!” Bakugo glances at you and goes back to his book.

Rubbing the back of his head he turns and sees you still nervously standing in front of him.

Shit

“Yes! I mean, umm yeah I’m down for that.” He feels Kirishima kick his leg and flinches. “Thank you! I’ll meet you outside in 20?”

Your head shoots up, your eyes wide and shining. “Okay! Yeah! I’ll see you in a bit!” You turn away and skip to the stairs a big smile on your face. You are out of sight of the group when Kirishima claps Denki on the back.

“You almost blew it there man! Good thing Bakugo helped you out.”

“Oi! I did not help him out! I was helping myself out by getting rid of sparky and L/N for at least an hour.” Bakugo doesn’t even look up from his book as he punches Kirishima.

“Of course, BakuBro! Whatever you say!” Kirishima shoots a knowing smile to Mina and Sero, none of them really believing the explosive blondes excuse.

Mina hops up and sits next to Denki. “Soooo! Looks like your gonna have some alone time with L/N! Are you finally gonna confess to her?”

His face goes red, simultaneously imagining you accepting his confession or rejecting it. “I-I-I I don’t know about that. She looked like she really wanted to spar… I don’t want to make it weird.”

“If you don’t I will.” Denki’s head shoots up and he looks at his friends, all four of them pointedly looking away from him. “I’m sorry what!? Mina?”

“What?! She’s amazing and smart and sweet. I like people Kaminari, doesn’t matter how they identify.”

“Kirishima?”

“Uh, Haha yeah dude she’s like super manly and you remember when she helped us out with English last year after Bakugo gave up? Not that I like her as much as you but if you don’t make a move….” Kirishima shrugs his shoulders.

“Then get out of the way you’re holding up the line.” Sero leans back on the couch, crossing his arms, a smile on his face.

Denki coughs and wearily turns to Bakugo. “You too Bakugo?”

Bakugo looks up and stares him down with piercing red eyes. “I’m not a liar fuckin dumbass, stop being a pussy and ask her.” He looks back down at his book, a slight blush on the tips of his ears.

Everyone decides to ignore it in favor of staying alive, Denki gets up and heads to his dorm room to change, Sero and Kirishima in tow.

When you get to your floor you beeline for Jirous’ room, needing to talk to the cool-headed girl before getting changed.

You bust into the room without knocking, causing Jirou and her girlfriend of 2 years Momo to split apart from each other, lips glossy and faces red. You shut the door behind you and sit in the bed, pushing their feet aside.

“You are not going to believe what just happened!” You jump back up and start pacing.

“You just barged into my room without knocking and interrupted my private time with my girlfriend… again?” Jirou lays down on the bed with a huff, sending an annoyed look to Momo.

Momo knows you don’t do it on purpose and decides to take pity on you, grabbing Jirous hand she turns to look at your pacing form. “What is going on L/N?”

“I’m going to be sparring with Kaminari!!!” You stop and look at your two friends, stopping your pacing but wringing your hands, suddenly nervous. “Oh god, I’m going to be sparring with Kaminari! What if I embarrass myself? What if I knock him out or give him a bloody nose! What if I fart?!”

You sit down on a desk chair and put your head in your hands, suddenly regretting speaking up when you heard him ask for a sparring partner.

“For the love of- “Jirou sits up to yell at you but Momo interrupts.

“N/N, it’s gonna be fine! We have handled numerous villain attacks and being in a class with not only Bakugo but Mineta as well. I promise you can handle it.” She sits up and leans over to pat you on the head.

You take a couple of deep breaths and look back up at your friends. “Thanks, you guys I needed a rational person to talk me down. I love you.”

Momo taps your nose and Jirou shakes her head with a smile on her face. “Anytime you drama queen, you know we love you too.”

You get up and say your goodbyes before hurrying to your room to change.

When you get back down stairs you are wearing your cutest workout gear and have a duffle bag with you.

No need for makeup, I’m gonna be sweating anyway and it’s not like he hasn’t seen me looking worse.

When you walk towards the front doors the Baku squad is huddled around the couch trying their best to look like they aren’t spying on you.

“Real smooth you guys, real subtle. Hey Dynamight!”

“What do you fuckin want?!” Bakugou looks up from his book, red eyes blazing.

You try and fail to hold in a laugh. “Your Uhhh Haha, Your book is upside down.” Before he can throw it, you run outside almost colliding with Denki in the process.

“Woah there sparkplug!” Denki grabs your shoulders and steadies you with a small smile on his face. “Let me guess, running from Bakugou?”

You want to answer him, you really do. But he lost you at sparkplug and now you forgot what words are. “Uh umm w-what?” You shake your head trying to jumpstart your brain. “Did-did you just call me sparkplug?”

Denki’s eyes widen and he let’s go of your shoulders, putting a hand behind his head and rubbing his neck. “Oh Haha, yeah I uh I did.” He stands there for a moment, looking everywhere except at you. “OH! I’m – I’m sorry if you didn’t like it! It just kinda came out and oh geez I’m so sorry.”

His frantic waving breaks you out of your stupor and you giggle. “Don’t worry about it Kaminari! I actually… kinda …. Liked it?” Your face goes red and just as Denki opens his mouth to comment you start walking off at a brisk pace. “We better start getting over to the gym or it’s gonna be too late!”

Denki doesn’t follow immediately, cemented to the spot.

She liked it. She liked it!

He hears a knock on the windows and looks up, Mina and Kirishima yelling at him. He can’t hear it, but he doesn’t need to when they keep repeating, “Follow her you idiot!”

You keep walking, not even checking to see if Denki is following you.

I kinda liked it! Really Y/N? Just call yourself out why don’t you. God, I hope that didn’t freak him out. Alright, it’s fine. Just breath, just forget about it and move on.

You are taking deep breaths and giving yourself an internal pep talk when Denki catches up to you.

“So Uhhh, what ummm what do you wanna work on today?”

You can tell he is trying his best to ease the awkward tension, thankful really. You hoist the strap of your duffel higher on to your shoulder and glance at him.

“Well, you are the one who asked for a partner so I figured I would let you make that decision. But if you don’t have any ideas, I did have some of my own.” You both get to the doors of the gym stopping at a metal door that reveals a keypad. As you type in a password that was given to you by Aizawa, Denki can’t help but check you out.

You are in a pair of black slip-on shoes, a dark green pair of workout leggings with a matching zip up. The colors complimenting your beautiful skin, the pants stretched tight across your ass.

He rubs his hands over his face, closing his eyes and yelling at himself.

What am I doing? What if she doesn’t like being looked at like that, by me, or anyone. Stupid Kaminari, get it together!

You clear your throat, and he peeks through his fingers, you have a concerned look on your face one eyebrow raised.

“You okay there Kami?” You reach out and poke his forehead, to preoccupied with how adorable he looks with his hands covering his face to be worried about touching him.

Denki’s face turns red and his eyes widen. “Kami?”

“Yeah, Haha. I figured if you’re gonna call me a nickname I’ll call you one too!” You walk off with a smile on your face and a blush on your cheeks.

She’s so pretty I’m gonna die.

Denki takes a breath, dropping his hands from his face and accepts the fact he is indeed going to die because you are so pretty. But first he needs to figure out a way to make you his if you want to be.

As you walk to the middle of the gym you drop your duffle bag and start stretching, waiting for Denki to join you.

“I really didn’t think anyone was going to take me up on my offer, so I don’t have any ideas for sparring. I’ll just follow your lead on this.” Denki drops his water bottle on top of your duffle and starts stretching next to you.

“Well, I know you have been struggling with hand-to-hand combat since that wasn’t an option with your quirk until recently so I think that would be the best place to start.” You finish stretching your arms and sit on the floor to continue with your legs. You turn your head to look up at Denki and not realizing he was so close to you, look directly at his crotch. You can’t help but stare, he was wearing grey joggers for Christ sakes! And boy did he fill them out, he maybe more on the lean side but that does not mean he isn’t built. And hung apparently if that imprint is any indication.

You feel your face get tomato red and swear you can feel your nose start bleeding. You turn your head quickly and clear your throat. “Did you want me to use a specific persons fighting style or your good with a wildcard?”

You can see Denki thinking about It for a moment, sitting down to finish his stretches and sticking the tip of his tongue out.

God he is so cute, I just wanna kiss his face.

“Let’s go with wildcard, I can’t think of any specific people. Plus…. I trust your judgement.” He stands up and offers his hand to you.

You take it without hesitation but when you stand up neither of you makes a move to let go. You are both looking at the ground and when you look up and meet each others eyes you both move away.

“Alrighty then! Let’s get started” You walk to the middle of a circle painted on the ground for sparring and get into a fighting stance.

Your quirk was very handy for practicing like this and helping others with combat. Your quirk was both mental and physical, your brain being able to learn any fighting style after seeing it once and your body being able to replicate it. The draw back was that most people base their fighting style off of their quirks (which you can’t replicate) but that did help you in terms of defense.

“Just don’t use your quirk yet, I don’t have anything to protect me from getting zapped.” You knew Denki wouldn’t try to hurt you but mentioning it out loud made you feel better.

You both stood in the circle, waiting for the other to make the first move. You were still trying to figure out what style you wanted to fight him in when he lunged for you, reaching out to grab one of your arms. You dodged to the side, turning so your back was to him and putting his arm over your shoulder. You lean back then lurch forward pulling his arm and crouching so he flips over you and lands on his back in front of you.

You hear the air leave his lungs, but you have both been through a lot of training in your three years and he recovers quickly. Flipping on to his stomach he gets his arms underneath his chest and pushes up getting on to his feet quickly. This time he waits for you to attack. You are both circling each other before you run at him and then slide going for his feet, he catches on to your move and runs towards you. He jumps over your body turns and grabs one of your arms twisting it to flip you over on your stomach. Before you can get up, he bends your arm behind your back and pins you with his body, straddling your hips and pushing down on your back.

You both stop moving, trying to catch your breath before you tap out. Denki scrambles to get off of you and help you up. “Oh shit, sorry sparkplug! You okay?”

You lean over with your hands on your hips still out of breath and wave him off. “Yeah… m’fine…. Just…. need a minute.” You walk over to your duffle bag tossing him his water bottle and grabbing your before taking slow sips. You wipe your face with the back of your hand and put your water bottle down. Now WAY to hot after sparring you unzip your jacket revealing a sheer tank top with a sports bra underneath.

Denki is still drinking water, so he doesn’t notice until you walk over rolling your shoulders and neck. His is mid drink when he sees you, eyes going wide choking on his water.

You jog up to him rubbing his back with a concerned look on your face. “Hey, hey! You alright Kami? What the hell happened?”

He finally gets his breathing under control and stands up straight turning to you. “Wow! That was weird! I’m alright Haha, you ready for another round?” His face is red, rubbing the back of his neck his eyes darting from your top to your face.

You chose to keep your face neutral, not giving any sign that you know what his problem is. But you can’t help but both scream internally in embarrassment and laugh in “karma bitch”.

So, he is checking me out 100% and I might melt but it’s only fair since I got an eye full of the cervix destroyer.

“Yeah, I’m ready, you ready to get your ass handed to you?” You smirk, pushing his shoulder as you walk past.

He laughs, happy you haven’t caught on to his ogling. “If I’m remembering correctly, I won the first round.”

“Well yeah!” Shrugging your shoulders, you get back into a fighting stance. “But that was just the warmup.”

It had been about 2 hours before you both decided to end after the next fight. You had both won multiple fights, but Denki had taken the lead 6-5.

You were both sweating, breathing heavy, you had taken off the sheer top over your sports bra and Denki had taken off his t-shirt.

Thank god he was wearing a tank top underneath but that has been distracting none the less.

You and Denki stand at either end of the circle, watching each other for the slightest movement. You move first, running towards the left side of his body. You knew he always had an opening on that side, even if he were quick at closing it in his tired state you could probably get him this time.

Fate was on your side; you could see the realization on his face just a second to late for him to do anything about it.

You jump at Denki bringing your legs up to wrap around his upper torso, using the momentum to swing around and knock him to the ground. You land, him on his back and you on top of him straddling his waist a hand on either side of his head. Your hair had come undone and was hanging down, a curtain shielding both of your faces from the outside world.

Neither of you makes a move, looking into each other’s eyes, breathing in the others breath, your lips just shy of brushing together. You can see the want in his eyes, the same look reflected on yours. He brings his hands up and caresses your thighs, just before you close the distance you hear a cough.

“I believe I said you could use this room for practice, not…. That.” You both look up, your hair parting just enough so both of you have a view of your homeroom teacher glaring at you with tired eyes.

Denki and you look back at each other and then scramble to move apart. You turn towards Aizawa and bow apologizing and grab your things to leave. Denki isn’t behind you; in fact, he has his back to you, and you can tell that his neck is bright red. “Kami! Let’s go!”

Denki turns and glances at you with nervous eyes. “Oh uh, I gotta talk to Aizawa so I’ll see you later!”

“Alright! Yeah see you later.” You hurry past your teacher, eyes downcast. Walking back to the dorm you try to figure out what Denki could possibly need to talk to the teacher for.

It’s the weekend, and he never talks to the teacher, he isn’t getting bad grades so…. OH MY GOD

You suddenly stop walking, your face bursting into flames. Before you got up Denki had shifted while you were on top of him and you could have sworn something poked your thigh.

“Oh god, what if Sensi didn’t walk in at that moment? Would we have ended up having sex?”

You think about it for a moment, your brain going from embarrassed to pissed in a matter of seconds.

“Did I just get cock blocked by my homeroom teacher?!” You continue walking to the dorm pissed off, tired of the sexual tension and mutual attraction between you and Denki not going anywhere.

If he isn’t gonna make the first move, then I will.

Denki finally walks back to the dorms, crestfallen. Aizawa knew exactly why he stayed behind, giving him a talking to about initiating that kind of behavior in public. As soon as his teacher started talking his issue calmed down and then he had to wait until he stopped lecturing.

As he is walking back to the dorms his quirk is sparking left and right, his mind going into self-destruction mode.

Dude! A boner? What the actual fuck is wrong with you? What if she felt it? Were you going to kiss? Her eyes are so pretty up close. Why did you get a hard on? That’s it, I’m digging a hole behind the dorms and living in it.

He is almost to the building when you walk up to him, a determined look on your face. “Hey uh L/N, I am so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to get us in trouble and – “You stop just short of bumping into his chest and look up.

“I like you. Do you like me too?”

Denki stops talking and just stares down at you.

“I’ve liked you since you found me crying after class and told me all those horrible jokes to help me feel better.”

Denki’s eyes go wide. “That, that happened in our first year!”

“Yes, it was.” You are still looking up at him, your face getting red, worry seeping into your eyes.

Denki is trying his best to talk, to assure you he does also like you, to say something but words are failing him. He can feel his quirk acting up, probably seconds from ruining this moment so he does the only thing he can think of.

“Mmmphf” Denki wraps an arm around your waist pulling you close, cups the back of your head, and crushes his lips against yours. You are shocked for a moment, literally shocked since his quirk was sparking off but the softness of his lips is intoxicating, you reach your hands up to grip his shirt.

When you start getting light headed from the lack of air you gently push Denki and he immediately pulls away. His lips are red and glossy, his eyes dark, pupils blown out.

“You okay sparkplug?”

You huff out a laugh, a small smile on your face. “I’m fine, just hoping that kiss meant you liked me too.”

“Why would it not? Do you normally kiss people you don’t like?” Denki tilts his head in question, laughter in his eyes.

You scoff. “Really Kaminari? I give you this whole heartfelt speech and- mmphf-you just-mmphf “Denki keeps kissing you, but you put your hands over his mouth, laughing. “Okay! Okay! I get it, you like me too.” Putting your forehead on his chest, you stick your lip out and pout. “The least you can do is say it out loud you know.”

Denki moves to grab your shoulders, slightly pushing you away so he can look in your eyes. You drop your hands, crossing your arms in front of you.

“I like you L/N. I’ve liked you since you stood up for me last year and I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since. I like you a lot and I want to be with you. Is – is that okay?” You can see his short burst of confidence wavering, so you take a page out of his book and lean forward to kiss him.

Later that night

“You saw them, right?”

“How could you miss them? Kaminari had a stupid smile on his face and L/N was holding his hand.”

“I saw them kissing out front.”

“I thought Kaminari was gonna zap her, it scared me for a second.”

As most of 3A is down stairs hanging out in the common room you and Denki are in yours, making up for lost time.

When you finally get up the stairs and to your room (Denki insisted on your room) its only a second after you shut your door and lock it before he pushes you against it.

His hands cupping your face, his body pressed against yours and you melt into it. He tilts his face down a bit, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before nibbling on it and you moan. He lets go of your lip and chuckles, the slight opening allowing you to delve your tongue in. He moans this time, letting go of your face to caress the sides of your body, the heels of his hands ghosting over the side of your breasts before stopping at your hips.

When he pulls away you grab his hand and pull him to your bed, pushing him down to sit on the edge of it before getting on his lap and straddling him.

“Oh shit, are you- um are you sure you want to do this?” He rests his hand on your thighs looking at you with wide eyes.

You rest your forearms on his shoulders and kiss him softly. “We are just making out Kaminari, I just figured this more comfortable for both of us. Are you uncomfortable? I could move.” You shift, preparing to sit next to him but he grabs your hips and keeps you in place.

“No! I-I’m fine, just checking on ya.” He turns his head to kiss your arm. “You can use my first name by the way… unless you don’t want to of course.”

You hum in thought, moving so that your lips are a breath away from his ear. “Can you kiss me now…. Denki”

A shiver runs up his spine, he turns his face to kiss you, mostly tongue and teeth but passionate none the less.

Denki puts his hands under your ass and holds you to him before picking you up. He turns around still kissing you and lays you down on the bed before pulling away, hands on either side of your face.

“Y/N, if I could I’d never stop kissing you.”

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@reinawritesbnha

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Burden (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader

Anon asked: “yo so for some Todoroki angst, what about his gf breaking up with him because Endeavor had told her to because he didn't want her to get in the way of Todoroki's "purpose" (she does tell him this) which leads to a very depressed Todoroki left wondering what he did wrong and desperately trying to get her back? Could end happily if you want, up to u"

Genre: Angst to fluff

(Submission 2/3 of Todoroki angst from my post a few days ago)

Word count: 1,993

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: Legit I’m so tired I almost fell asleep in the middle of writing this, but I wanted to get this out for you guys before the night ended, so I banged it out. It’s not as intense as Name and it ends happily so I hope you guys enjoy and are left with some fuzzy feelings at the end :3

I wrote this kind of gender neutral soooo yeah, read it as you want to! Thanks again for the submission anon! I appreciate you!

It hurts to break Todo’s heart. He’s baby, I just love him so much I wanna protect him :(

Also question, do you guys care if there’s a pic at the top of every post or nah?

From the moment Aizawa told me Endeavor wanted to speak to me, I knew something would go utterly wrong.

"I want you out of my son's life," he ordered bluntly. "I have big plans for Shouto to become the top hero one day, he doesn't need to be sidetracked by high school romance."

Todoroki had warned me how pushy and controlling his father was, which is why he always kept our relationship somewhat secretive. I don't even know where or when his father saw us together. It's shocking, but I can't say I'm totally surprised he's saying it.

"Sir, with all due respect," I'm trying to be polite, but I want to give the man a piece of my mind after all the things Shouto's told me, "Shouto wouldn't appreciate you getting involved in his personal life. This was a decision he made without you, and I'd say he's happy with it."

Endeavor rolls his eyes and rests his hands on his desk. "Shouto doesn't know what's good for him. Besides, I'm sure he only agreed to be in a relationship with you just to rebel against me. He holds no true feelings for you."

I gape at his statement. Is he for real? "I don't know how you could possibly know that, I don't think Todoroki said anything to you about me or his feelings."

The man's turquoise eyes scan me uncomfortably. "I remember your performance from the Sports Festival. You barely even made it past the obstacle course round, and the only reason you advanced to the finals was because you happened to be on a winning team. You even lost your first battle. Your quirk and your abilities are nothing special."

I clench my fists, rage coursing through my blood. "Excuse me-"

"Which is why a weakling like you wouldn't be a good match for my son," he continues. "Think about it. My son's power is immense, he can stand on his own in a match. You probably need support from someone else. He'll eventually grow tired of you and he'll toss you aside for someone on the same level as him." Endeavor glances at the clock on his desk. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have another meeting planned." He rises from his chair and strolls out of the room. "Give it some thought and I'm sure you'll make the right choice."

I'm left in the middle of his office, shaking and seeing red with rage. I want to punch and scream in his face. I don't care if he's some big-shot pro hero, he can takes his words and shove it where the Sun doesn't shine. How can he talk that way to people so easily? Exasperated (and afraid I'll break something if I stay), I huff out of the room and back to the dorms, mumbling and cursing to myself about all the things I'd like to do to Todoroki's father.

And I hate to admit it, but what he said really gets to me. My quirk isn't a strong, elemental type like Shouto's. All I can do is heat things I touch until they melt or burn, including human skin. I couldn't do much in the Sports Festival except block my opponents by melting the ground beneath them or throwing flaming objects at them. I've always had a love-hate relationship with my quirk because it was always too destructive or too weak to be a hero's quirk, but I've always tried to use it in offensive ways to help me fight.

As I get off the train, I sigh, Endeavor's words swimming in my mind. I hate that he might actually be right. I'm pretty useless. I can't help Shouto improve himself when he has to worry about constantly building me up and supporting me. I'd just be a burden to him.

It breaks my heart to know that I'm actually considering going through with this. Damn it, I can't believe I let Endeavor win.

I trudge into the common room of the dorms. Everyone's watching TV, eating, or reading. Shouto turns around from his position near the wall, just observing everyone. As soon as he sees me, his blank face softens into a smile, making my heart sink. I hate to break his heart, but it's for the best.

"Hey, where were you? I was worried for a moment that you wouldn't come back before curfew." His eyes melt right into mine, displaying nothing but warmth.

My stomach churns. Aizawa had told me privately, so Todoroki doesn't know I just faced his father. "My parents needed me to go grocery shopping for them. They're both out of town, so they didn't get to go before they left." I bite my lip, dreading what's going to come next. "Can we...talk outside?"

The fondness stiffens into anxiety and I see his Adam's apple move as he gulps. "Okay."

Once we're outside, it gets more difficult for me to look him in the eyes because I'm afraid I'll cry, and I have to be the strong one. I take a deep breath to calm myself, feeling his eyes on me. Just rip it off like a band-aid. "I think we should break up."

At first I thought I'd said it too quickly for him to understand, but the way his face falls confirms he heard just fine. I feel like I've just kicked the most precious puppy in the world, I want to cry in his arms and confess everything that just happened, but I can't.

The confusion and despair mixes in his eyes as he stares at he ground, his eyes flickering back and forth. "Did I do something wrong? Please tell me, I'll fix it."

My throat threatens to close up, but I swallow hard. "It's nothing you did, Shouto. I just think we might've rushed into this. We let our feelings get in the way of why we're really here, and it wasn't to get into relationships." I muster up the courage to stare at him with a hardened look. "We should focus on our real priorities from now on. I'm sorry."

Shouto's crestfallen expression kept falling with every word I said and I can't take anymore. I calmly walk back inside the dorm and head upstairs to my room, about to explode into tears and I can't let anyone see it. As soon as I shut the door, I break into sobs and collapse onto my knees. The memory of his face right before I left remains behind my eyelids. I hate possibly seeing him cry or get angry. For both of our sake, I'm praying that he gets over it quickly. We only dated for a few months, he should get over it fairly quickly.

He didn't get over it.

Even after almost a week, Shouto never failed to get through a day without boring holes in the back of my head. He seemed so lost without me even when he's surrounded by his friends. It got to the point where I decided to start having my lunch in an empty classroom because I would feel like breaking down whenever I meet his heartbroken stare.

There were even a few times where he would come up to me in the halls while I stopped to talk to someone and tried to talk to me, but I had to politely smile and tell him I was busy with the person I was with and then walk away.

It hurts. It just hurts so much.

But if it means we can both benefit and get stronger without me burdening him, I have to stand my ground. I started throwing myself into intense training alone. I'm trying to focus my quirk on emitting heat to things so I don't have to touch them, but I'm not getting anywhere fast with it.

After a few days of frustrating myself, Shouto suddenly bangs the door open in the middle of my training. At first I want to politely ask him to leave, but the anger burning in his eyes stops me as he marches to stand right in front of me. I feel terribly small in his presence, I don't even want to meet his eyes. "What-"

"Why didn't you tell me my father asked to see you?" he asks, his voice dangerously low, like a time bomb waiting to explode.

I feel my face lose all color. How did he find out? "Who-?"

"Uraraka told me," he answers before I can finish, fists clenching at his sides. "I had a hunch there was something wrong. What did he tell you?"

I'm torn between answering and keeping my mouth shut, incapable of even looking him in the eyes for fear I might fall apart right here. "N-Nothing," I manage feebly.

"Tell me," the edge in his voice growing. The room gets hotter and colder at the same time as Shouto's quirk starts releasing out of his control.

I scrunch my eyes shut to hold back tears. "H-He told me you didn't actually have feelings for me and that you're only dating me to rebel against him," I sniff, "And then he said I'm too weak for you, that I'm nothing special, and you'll eventually get tired of me because I can't hold my own in a battle and you'd rather be with someone with the same ability level as you." The hot tears finally escape my eyes and run down my face. "And he's right, isn't he? I'm just a burden to you. I'm probably better suited to be someone's sidekick than a hero. I'm nowhere near the same level as you."

I reach up to wipe my face of my stupid tears when Shouto steps closer and gently wipes them away with his thumbs. His hands remain there, holding my head between his hands, the familiar gesture making me choke out a sob. Anger had melted away into understanding and sympathy. "I don't care about the strength of your quirk or how useful you are in battle. I care about you, as the person I love. And I'd never get tired of you."

He plants a soft kiss on my forehead and I collapse into his chest, my arms wrapping around him and gripping the back of his shirt as I let everything out. His comforting fresh scent calms me down as he pats my back.

"I'm sorry, Shouto," my sobs muffle into his clothes, "I let him get to me. I was too weak to tell you anything and I thought you wouldn't want me anymore. I'm sorry I put you through this."

The boy buries another kiss in my hair. "I knew you wouldn't think of this on your own, love. You know how much I care about you."

"I know," I sniff again separating from him and wiping my face, "I was stupid. I made both of us suffer for no reason."

Shouto cradles my cheek with his left hand and I lean into his warm, holding onto his wrist. "Can we get back together then? I miss you a lot." Those mismatched eyes hold more love in them than I can even fathom. They choke me up so much I can only nod.

His icy hand pulls me in by my waist before sealing our lips together in a sweet reunion kiss. We move against each other, familiar feelings burst out of us to express exactly how much we missed out on each other in the past couple weeks.

Shouto pulls away just far enough to keep our foreheads still pressed together. "If my father ever tries to meet you again, you're taking me with you. I'm not letting him disrespect you like that. He needs to know his place."

"Okay. don't get so worked up," I kiss his nose, to which he blushes and I giggle. "Now can you help me with my training now? I need to catch up with you."

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bbrandy2002 · 4 years

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Switched

Prologue

Book: TRH AU

Pairing: Liam x Riley, Savannah x Bertrand

Chapter A/N: Takes place in Chapter 19, The Last Apple Ball. Some dialogue and situations are canon with a few creative differences. I haven’t written much in the last 2 months soooo Im a little rusty, hopefully, its not too distracting.

Series A/N: Evil Savannah, Loss of Baby Warning!!!!! Language, murder, attempted murder, bombing, infidelity and angst (Oh the angst). This is not The Fall of Cordonia; I currently have no plans to go on a ravenous murdering spree of the entire court.

Song Inspiration: Bitter Sweet Symphony by The Verve

Series Summary: Riley and Savannah are both expecting, but, when disaster occurs, both give birth. Only one woman returns home with a baby, one she knows doesn’t belong to her and will go to great lengths to protect her noble status and her secrets.

Thanks @dcbbw for bouncing around ideas with me and my lovely, pre-readers @burnsoslow and @jessiembruno

Excuse any grammatical errors. I proofread it before posting, but, always miss something.

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Savannah

Savannah’s eyes widened with earnest pleading, her lip quivering desperately at her Aunt Leona. It was now or never, her cozy life and marriage could continue on, her secret remaining buried, or it could all vanish in a matter of minutes.

Bianca swept a tousled strand of her daughters brown hair to the side, unable to look at her for fear of bearing witness to the evil her sister and youngest child had conjured up. This was not the same little girl she left behind all those years ago; this Savannah was capable of doing unthinkable things.

Leona gave her niece a nod, quirking her brow in anticipation; the grin she spirited was almost as if she were in a state of amusement. She made very little attempt at hiding her giddiness over what she considered a true and just form of karma. Her arms outstretched, “We have to do this now”, she whispered urgently.

Bianca grabbed Savannah’s arm, mindful to keep her voice low, but, fervent, “Don’t do this, Sav, I’m begging you”.

Savannah shoulders slumped from the weight of her decision; the chaos of the moment exacerbated by monitors beeping, carts rolling, lights flashing and the medical jargon she had been inundated with earlier. The events of the evening still fresh in her clouded mind…

His perfect blonde, coiffed hair, those striking blue eyes, the brawny, regal exterior with that million dollar smile; Savannah couldn’t take her eyes off Liam all evening. She had always been completely mesmerized by him and who could blame her, he is charming, rich and the epitome of the royalty she had longed for. Not that being the Duchess of Ramsford was insignificant or lightweight, it certainly came with all the prestige and wealth she sought, however, the only caveat being, it didn’t include-him.

Her chocolate brown eyes swept across the lavish ballroom, filled with gold and crystal, diamonds and filigree, intricate delicacies on the finest china, to a short-statured man sipping on lemon water as if it were a priceless chardonnay. He removes a pearly, white handkerchief from his inner suit pocket and proceeds to carefully dab at the beads of persperation on his forehead and upper lip, briefly catching her sullen gaze. Savannah feigns the brightest smile she can muster at him in the moment; Bertrand would return it with his own counterfeit one.

She gathers her black clutch and slowly rises from her chair at an empty dinner table, wincing slightly at the ache in her lower back and swollen feet, shifting her stance to adjust to the added weight she was carrying. She smooths down the black, silk chiffon that had bunched around her enlarged midsection and straightens her posture, tilting her chin upward slightly, trying desperately to emulate the gathering dignitaries and nobility.

Savannah proceeds to weave her way through the crowds and bustling staff, as graceful as she could at nine months pregnant. She realizes her presence is largely overshadowed by the other expecting woman in the room.

Riley…the Queen…Liam’s Queen.

She halts her movement and studies this woman, whose husband has a protective hand placed gently on the small of her back, stepping into the center of the ballroom. The swell of Riley’s stomach is perfectly rounded, her complexion flawless, her hair is shiny and smooth and not a strand out of place. Her peach and white sparkling gown flows gracefully behind as Liam spins her elegantly into the first waltz position.

He looks down on her lovingly, proudly, as the spotlight beams upon them and the orchestra begins to play. In that moment, he has her on display before the hundreds of adoring eyes and onlookers that are instantly drawn to this young, attractive couple. Stepping in sync and rhythm with each other, a little slower than normal under the circumstances, Riley flashes her signature bright smile at her soul-mate. The radiance she exudes on her face, is one only Liam can bring out in her. Gliding effortless across the floor, they are having the time of their lives and in every sense of the word, completely and hopelessly in love.

Savannah’s heart sank, longing to be that woman who held Liam’s heart so unconditionally, who became light as air in his arms.

At one time, Bertrand made her feel that way, practically falling over himself to be near her. If Chuck had not spoken so freely of their short lived rendezvous during the wedding ceremony, perhaps things might have been different. Her pregnancy announcement could not have come at a more opportune time. Bertrand was not about to let her give birth again to their second child, alone. Savannah can only hope that the child she is carrying has the Beaumont blood running through its veins and not of the gruff ranch hand from Texas. This baby allowed her to be forgiven and bought her time to enjoy the affluent lifestyle she felt was rightfully owed to her. The marriage, however, had turned into nothing more than appearances for Bertrand and a means to an end for Savannah.

She absentmindedly grabs a glass of champagne off the tray of a passing waiter, bringing it to the edge of her lips, hesitating. She watches the royal couple finish their dance, Liam’s hands resting on Riley’s stomach as she nuzzles into his broad chest. Bitch! She downs the glass, savoring its refreshing burst on her tongue. Savannah no longer gave two shits who saw her, grabbing an abandoned tumbler of whiskey from the table she was standing near, tipping it back in one swift motion.

“Give me that!”, Bianca ripped the near empty glass from Savannah lips, causing small droplets of leftover liquid to dribble down her chin, onto her dress.

With a contemptuous stare, Savannah used her bare hand to wipe away the dribble on her face, “Have you lost your mind, mother?”.

“Have you lost yours”, Bianca bit back, “what is the matter with you…drinking. You are due any day now”, she slammed the empty tumbler down on the table.

Leona scoffed at her sister’s dramatics, “Lay off of her Bee, I drank during my entire pregnancy”, she remarked, sipping at her own glass of whiskey.

“Yeah and where is your child now, Lee? That’s right, he doen’t exist?”.

Leona shrugged her shoulder with a coy grin.

“Both of you are complete morons, now just shut the hell up!”, Savannah silently screamed back, overly annoyed by their presence.

Riley and Liam

“Hey, Leona!”, Riley yelled as she quickly approached the trio with an entourage of Liam, Drake and Maxwell following closely behind. Leona turned to face her just as Riley’s open hand crashed across her cheek. “You’ll not get an ounce more of hospitality out of me after what you did!”.

The ballroom went completely silent, chatter muted, music stopped playing, all heads turned towards the disturbance . Liam stood behind his wife, wrapping his arms around her chest to hold her back, knowing how pissed she was. He, himself, was furious over the information Amalas had just shared with them. There would be no excuse sufficient enough, that would ever justify endangering his wife and their unborn child.

Leona reached for her stinging cheek, dumbfounded by this action against her, yet, she knew before anything further was spoken, why. “You…you know?”

Bianca turned to her sister, “Lee, what’re they talking about?”

“I…I betrayed Liam and Riley. I put them in danger and their baby in danger…I never meant for anyone to get hurt”.

“What did you do, Lee?”, Bianca asked with a curious glare.

Leona shifted nervously, noticing the eyes of the entire court was thumbing their noses at her. Her own nephew, a commoner like her, stood in place with his hands on his hips, staring at her derisively, like some lowly criminal. Those feverish eyes, those sneering glares, those scowls of shame, from the very same people who had always looked down on her family. Everything fueled her anger at once and she remembered why she did what she did in the first place. She snapped callously, “I told those photographer where to find Liam and Riley at anytime… I got paid nicely for it too. I was getting revenge for all the wrongdoings they’d done our family.”

“So you admit it”, Liam asked.

Leona nodded imperviously; it wasn’t that she didn’t care that her actions may have had serious consequences, it was that she would be damned to give them the satisfaction of knowing such. She would not let those snooty royals have that kind of power of her.

Riley pointed her finger at the older woman, who had caused so much grief for she and Liam, baffled by her unsympathetic demeanor. “Leona Walker, I hearby banish you from this palace and all of Cordonia. I never want to see you again.”.

Leona sneered backed at the Queen, whose face was now flustered and her breathing labored, “You can’t do that”.

Liam released his hold on his wife and stepped around her, “I assure you she can”. He motioned for his head guard to approach them, “Bastien, please escort Ms. Walker from the premises and see to it that she leaves the country at once”.

“Yes, sir”, he bowed, gripping Leona"s upper arm, nudging her forward, a stunned Bianca staggering after.

Liam took Riley’s hand and pulled her flush to him, wrapping her vigilantly into a warm embrace. “Darling, are you okay?”.

She snuggled Liam closer, as much as her sizable baby bump would allow, melting with exhaustion in to him. “I’m so tired, Liam”, she mumbled, almost inaudibly into his broad chest.

He chuckled to himself, “Love..”, he remarked, before kissing the top of her silken, brown hair and tipping her chin up to him, “go to bed, I’ll finish up here”.

“Really?”

“Really”

Riley slid a hand behind Liam’s neck, gently tugging him down to her, placing a tender peck on his lips. “Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are”?

“Hmm, I think Drake has a few times…maybe Maxwell”.

Riley grinned at him, “well, they can’t have you. You are all mine, King Liam”.

He leaned down to kiss her again, stroking his thumb across her cheek, “I am all yours, My Queen”.

Savannah rolled her eyes as she eavesdropped nearby; gag me with one of Bertrand’s precious spoons. She cautiously watched Riley maneuver her way through the crowd, deciding she would confront her about the travesty of kicking her aunt out of the palace and Cordonia, away from Liam. It wasn’t that she cared a great deal for Leona, she barely tolerated her, but, it was Riley and that was all the excuse she needed. She grabbed another flute of champagne, sipping liberally as she trailed after her.

The Last Apple Ball had been eventful to say the least. Cordonian and International nobilty and wealth had attended, along with Liam and Riley’s closest friends and family. Liam was overly pleased by the show of support and anticipation over his soon-to-be born heir…his baby. As anxious and impatient he was to meet the newest love of his life at any given moment, he couldn’t stop thinking about the discovery he and Drake made earlier. He wanted Godfrey found immediately; he needed to confront him over the poisoning of his mother and he wanted answers desperately. The King’s guard was busy sweeping through the palace and local area for any signs of him at this very moment. He hadn’t shown up to the ball, which was peculiar considering he was a large part of the planning that went into it.

“You look like you could use one of these”, Drake remarked, handing Liam a scotch on the rocks.

Liam gave a grateful, but, weary look to his lifelong friend, taking Drake’s offering, “Thanks”, he stated, gulping on the drinking, “but, what I really need is Godfrey. I need answers, Drake”.

Drake took in his crestfallen face, noticing the new worry lines that were forming on Liam’s forehead. He gripped his friends shoulder, reassuringly, “They’ll find him, Liam…he can’t get too far”.

Liam sighed heavily, “I hope so Drake…I can’t let anyone else hurt my family”.

Riley made her way out of the ballroom and into the rear corridor, where it was mostly empty, with the exception of a butler sweeping nearby.

“Riley!”

She knew it was Savannah before she even turned around. Riley took in a deep breath and made a concerted effort to wipe the dread she knew was written all over her face. Shit.

“Savannah”, she regarded, her tone friendly, but, with a great effort, “I was just about to retire to my chambers”. You gold-digging mooch.

“You WILL hear what I have to say first. How dare you throw your…your commoner weight around like some power tripped hussy. Did you take pleasure in kicking my aunt out of this country…it sure seemed like it?”

Riley narrowed her eyes at Savannah, “Are you seriously that stupid, need I remind you, you were common longer than I was. You should be thanking Bertrand for taking pity on your sorry ass and keeping you around all this time”. Riley let a relieved breath she didn’t know she was holding in, “Damn, that felt good to say”.

Before Savannah could retort, the lights in the palace went dark. Both woman stood in place, unable to see anything around them; the sound of increaing chatter and confused commotion echoing from the ballroom.

In the ballroom, Liam reached into his suit pocket and pulled out his cell phone, tapping the button to turn on the flashlight. Two members of the King’s guard quickly approaching him protectively. “I have to get to Riley, now”

“I’ll go with you”, Drake added as he stepped behind Liam.

The lights flickered back on, but, before anyone’s eyes could adjust back to the light, a loud voice in the back of the room screamed, “It’s a bomb!”.

The blast came suddenly and shook the foundation of the palace and exterior rooms, causing pieces of the ceiling, windows and walls to blast out. Screams soon followed as another blast occured, causing even more damage. Piles of rubble and debris flew throughout the room with cries of anguish and horror filling it.

Liam eyes slowly fluttered open, his soot filled lungs were making every breath torturous. He made an effort to lift his head, but, it wouldn’t budge. Tears formed in the corners of his dusty eyes. I just want to see my baby.

His whole body shook violently before it began to relax ever so slowly. Liam"s broken heart and breaths finally stopped.

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strawberrycarnivals · 5 years

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Drinking with the Devil

Fem Reader x Shigaraki

**Content Warning: Definitely on some spontaneous kinky shit. Sexually charged at times, but not straight smut. Cursing. Drinking. Yandere type behavior. If I need to add anything let me know.**

Giran lead you down a grimy alleyway to the side door of a bar. You trailed behind, confused. He said you would be perfect here. I mean, physically, he knew you stuck out. You were beautiful. Why would such a beautiful girl stoop to a life of crime? Well.. to destroy the Symbol of Peace. That's why. And for money, of course. Just like him.

"Giran..? A bar? You know I'm not looking for customer service jobs." You wanted something more.. destructive.

"No, sweetheart. Not just a bar. I want you to meet someone. Get to talkin, get some ideas flowing, ya know. I think you two are on the same page. Trust me." He smirked, flashing his signature tooth gap. He was SO getting a hefty paycheck for this.

Giran held the door open to the dimly lit building and ushered you inside. Your eyes swept the room and you noticed an icy blue-haired man hunched over on a barstool reading a newspaper. The bartender was a misty black mass in a dapper looking suit. He was making a drink.. for himself? He downed the crown royal in a millisecond and went to scrubbing down bartops. "Hello, F/N L/N." The cloud man greeted you. "Giran has told me so much about you. Your quirk could come in handy for our plans."

You made your way to the bar and sat down. The blue-haired man flinched. You ignored him. "Plans? I'd love to hear about them."

"Ah, yes. I would explain but I think it's better that Tomura Shigaraki tells this to you instead." He gestured to the pouting man that you made flinch. "This is his leadership, not mine. Giran.. let's leave these two for the moment and talk business."

An uncomfortable silence fell upon you and this Tomura guy. "Soooo... you got a jukebox in here or something? ... Aww, boo. I really wish your bartender didn't leave. I really wanted some wine." You squinted at the alcohol labels and the man banged a fist down, clearly irritated. "KUROGIRI!"

The black mist formed behind the bar immediately. Out of thin air. You jumped. "Yes, Shigaraki?"

The man glared at you. "A glass of wine for the lady. Red." How did he know you liked red wine??? "And you know my usual."

"Right away, sir." Kurogiri poured your glass and then made a glass of whiskey, neat.

"Okay. Now leave." The mist was gone in a flash. Shigaraki squinted at you. You downed your glass, no hesitation. This was weird and you were starting to need some liquid courage. "Now, now. Don't get sloppy. I have questions for you." A small portal opened next to your empty glass and you instantly had another full one. Wow. This was some grade A service. "Why are you here? Is it for your own pleasure or do you have a personal vendetta against the world? Do you want to see the destruction of society as you know it?"

Your eyes sparked and you smiled warmly. Now we were talking. You got up from your stool and sat to the one closest to his. He quickly turned away from you and you swear you saw a glimpse of a furious blush. He shot back his whiskey and his refill appeared. He reached into his hoodie pocket and put a ..... severed hand onto his face. You tilted your head to the side, needing to know the story behind it. "Life is a depressing repetition. I'm tired of living in poverty. I'm sick of watching rich heroes live their best lives while average people like me struggle and fight to stay alive.. the bourgeoisie.. must die." You downed your second glass. A third appeared.

His head snapped back towards you, a look of awe in the one crimson eye that you could see. "Hey.. Why are you wearing that? Is that a human hand? You know.. you don't have to cover your face. I think.." the alcohol was kicking in and you couldn't stop yourself from spilling the truth. "You're kinda hot." He looked away once more, his glass crumbling in his hand, liquid spilling onto the counter. Was that disintegration? That was the quirk of a dangerously powerful man. Now it was your turn to blush. Wine glass number three..

Did a girl just call him hot?? And not just a girl, a drop dead gorgeous one at that?? This wasn't real life. You were messing with him. His heart pounded and he scowled, throwing back a -new- second glass of whiskey. "Shut up. Don't mess with me. I'll kill you." He refused to meet eye contact.

"Noo, don't kill me.." you scooted your stool closer. "I think you're really really cute. I don't wanna die. I wanna see your face." You pulled off the hand and cradled it. It wasn't falling apart and it didn't smell funny. It was so well-preserved. You wondered whose it was. You carefully set it down and caressed his face.

He froze. No one had ever dared touch Father. Should he kill you?? No.. no... he couldn't do that. You just called him cute. That was the second compliment in the span of 5 minutes. He couldn't kill off the only girl who had shown him interest. He was sure he was as red as a beet as this point. He couldn't meet your gaze, he was an absolute hormonal mess. Little did he know the whiskey was about to encourage him to make a move... kinda..

"Tomura? Can I call you that? Listen.. I may not be the greatest threat to society alone, but maybe together we could cause some real damage." You looked down at the newspaper he had laid out. All Might was plastered all over the front page. You pointed at it. "Ugh. You know what? I hate him the most, Tomura. He's hero scum. The worst of them all.. I want to kill him."

He lunged out of his seat, pinky up, and he grabbed you by the hair. Pulling you to him, seething, his eyes finally met yours. "Who sent you? Your words.. they're everything I have said. T-there's no way a beautiful girl like you would want me.. I-I mean- to kill All Might." His grip tightened. You smiled as you felt a warmth shoot up your thighs. You secretly liked having your hair pulled. You moaned shamefully and his eyes widened. You slapped your hands to your mouth.

He blushed furiously "You're mocking me!"

"No I'm not! I.. uh.. that's kind of my kink." You tipsily admitted. He stared back, as if his mind was going in 60 different directions. "Oh."

His hand moved down to your neck with the same pinky out fashion and his fist wrapped around it tightly. It was your turn to be a mess. A pleasured filled squeak escaped from you. He started laughing, his tense body now easing up. He liked how helpless you felt in his hand. One wrong move and.. hahaha! It was an absolute rush. "Now... Should I keep doing this or should I bring you to the brink of death?" He teased, smiling like an absolute madman.

"How about you choke me with both hands until I die, Shigaraki-senpai?" You blinked innocently. His pupils dilated. This was it. This is what love is. He loved you. You were his now. He wrapped both hands around your throat and his eye twitched. He cackled and he felt something flutter in his cold heart. He was in ecstacy. He loved you and he loved hurting you. You were beautiful and you hated All Might and you wanted him to hurt you! What else could he want? Well, he wanted a lot more.

He dropped his hands to his side. He was in serious concentration mode. He pushed into your frame and backed you into the nearby wall. He loomed over you and you felt really small. You wondered if he was going to hurt you again and if so how. "Hold still," he said roughly. You got kind of nervous. After all, you just met this guy. You saw his quirk. You could be ash in seconds. Any girl with common sense would run. But... You liked the thrill. You were starting to like this violent mystery boy.

He gently brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, and tilted your head up. He shyly bent down and placed a scratchy kiss on your forehead, then your lips. That was so.. sweet. His lips were chapped and scarred. It didn't matter to you one bit, but before it could go any further, he pulled away. It was as if he was trying not to startle you. He seemed slightly insecure. You pulled his sleeve and made him bring his face back down level with yours. You wanted to make it apparent that you liked the way he was. Wrapping your arms around his neck you brought him into a deep kiss. You slipped your tongue in his mouth and he hungrily and desperately accepted it. He needed your love and affection. All of it. All of you, all the time.

Just then a tall man with burnt and stitched skin entered the room. He spit out the water he was drinking and dropped the bottle. You both stopped and looked towards the commotion, kind of embarrassed. "You know.. it's none of my business but kidnapping girls and forcing them to kiss you is kind of low. Even for you. Blink twice if you need help, babe."

"No, Dabi. You idiot. This is my girlfriend." He pet your head. "Why don't you fuck off somewhere, you zombie. We're busy. Call her babe again and I'll kill you."

Both your and Dabi's mouths fell open simultaneously. "Girlfriend?!" You both sputtered. At that exact moment Kurogiri and Giran walked in. Giran's eyes flashed with dollar signs. He knew he hit the jackpot this time. Kurogiri's non-existent eyebrow arched in question but truth be told he didn't even want to know what kind of girl would see Tomura Shigaraki as boyfriend material. As long as he was happy and getting the job done that's all that mattered.

A small blonde girl ran into the room. "I came as fast as I could!" She was breathing heavily, dying for someone to spill some tea. "Tomura-kun has a girlfriend?? No fair, no fair! I want a girlfriend! She ran to you, grabbing your hand in hers and beamed, jumping up and down, "We're going to be best friends. Forever. And I might stab you a little. But it's because I love you I promise!"

"Everyone get the FUCK out!" The room dispersed quietly, obeying their leader. He scratched his neck. It seemed to be an anxiety thing. Poor baby. You could help him with that. Since you're apparently his girlfriend now you wanted to help him in any way you could. You wanted to take over the world with him. It sounded romantic.

"Do.. you like video games, Y/N?" You giggled, amused at such an innocent question. "Eh?? Are you making fun of me?" He growled.

"No, silly. I love video games. I have an xbox. But I get the vibe that you're a playstation nerd, huh?" He grinned competitively.

"I have ALL the systems and three computers. Come and fight me, brat." He took your hand carefully and lead you out the bar and into his room.

Drinking would occasionally put you into some strange situations but you never expected it would bring you to dating the devil himself. You felt blessed. You would be the queen of hell.

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todorokiaimee · 5 years

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Blues In The Night

This is the first chapter of my Todoroki x OC book. All characters are aged up. (This will be a mature story down the line.) This is my first attempt at really writing so I really hope you guys like it!

SUMMARY: Adult pro hero Todoroki falls in love with an African-American plus size woman he’s met in his favorite coffee shop. However, this Cajun Army-brat is difficult to win over but he refuses to give up on her as he helps to break down her walls. Little does he know, she’s put these walls up for a reason.

CHAPTER 1. Everything Happens to Me | Chapter Song

“Yes Father, the threat has been dealt with,” the red and white-haired man said into his cell phone as he sauntered down the busy streets of Tokyo. He had just taken out a troublesome gang with the intent to sell stolen goods. Subduing them was easy enough, but he was annoyed he had to do it in the first place. During the fall months, crime usually slows down. Unfortunately, these villains did not have the same sentiment. “You really should learn how to delegate. There are plenty of capable sidekicks at our agency. There really was no need to call me in on my day off,” he huffed.

“I am delegating. I delegated this job to you didn’t I?” Endeavor barked through the phone.

Shoto rolled his eyes and proceeded to enter his favorite coffee shop, giving a polite nod to the cashier as she looked him up and down in his hero costume. He didn’t normally like to be seen in it outside of patrols but a trip home just to change seemed inefficient. He’d just have to endure the extra stares. “I suppose. I’ll email you the full incident report tonight. Goodbye.”

“Shoto wait-.”

He hung up before his father could have a chance to finish, not wanting to spoil what he had left of his day off. A small smile graced his lips as he addressed the cashier. “My apologies. May I please have a small black coffee.”

She nodded and got to work on his coffee while he scanned the cafe. He enjoyed this particular cafe because of their open mic nights. He liked the relaxed atmosphere and also not being the center of attention for a while. Hero work had its perks, but the pitfall was always feeling like he had to maintain his hero image. Shoto was a civil servant after all. He was not only representing himself but his father by extension. Even though he and Endeavor had their issues, he was still going to be respectful if even just for the agency’s sake.

After receiving and paying for his coffee, he eyed a free booth with a good view of the stage. In the booth in front sat another cafe regular that he had seen many times before, her long black curls and rich chocolate skin catching his eye more than once. She often sat alone with a book in hand and he wondered why a woman so beautifully unique as her would be unaccompanied. Even as he wondered and walked over to his empty booth behind her, he decided not to bother her. Perhaps like him, she enjoyed the peace and quiet atmosphere alone.

As Shoto took his seat, two women unceremoniously walked into the shop, ruining any semblance of the tranquility he so craved. “Omg, you will not believe the night I had last night. Kaneki took me dancing and we like, danced and stuff. But I got soooo drunk that I kept like singing all the music at the top of my lungs! It was so hilarious!” Her nasally voice boomed through the once quiet cafe. Shoto sighed and sipped his coffee, hoping she would just settle down and find a seat, his ears perking up as he heard a soft sigh from the booth behind him.

“I love hearing you sing, girl! What are you going to sing for the open mic tonight?” The annoying mystery woman's friend inquired.

“Oh, nothing today. My vocal coach said I need to be on vocal rest since I overdid it last night. Such a shame too. I would have totally dominated,” She cackled like a witch as they both took a seat and continued their conversation.

“You’re doing it wrong,” a small voice came from behind him. In surprise, he let out a rare but small chuckle.

Aimee blushed, not realizing she said her snide comment loud enough that the man behind her could hear. She bit her plump bottom lip gently, as she tried not to break into giggles. She didn’t intend to be rude, but she just couldn’t help herself. Those two probable trust fund bimbos were talking loud enough for the whole cafe to hear their conversation. If that woman was really supposed to be on “vocal rest”, she is not going to see good results and honestly, she found that hilarious. Internally, however, she knew it was bad gris-gris to tease people, no matter how justified. She resigned to quietly sip her iced coffee in peace (or what’s left of it) because as the kids would say, “that’s none of my business.”

Just as she was about to finish her drink, she heard a low voice from behind her, “If her singing voice is anything like her speaking voice, she is perhaps doing us a kindness.” Startled and pleasantly surprised, Aimee choked on her last bit of coffee. The two loud women suddenly looking back at her “causing a scene” only made her cough and laugh more. Todoroki immediately stood from his seat and went to the ravenette’s aid, apologizing profusely. “My apologies, that was terribly rude of me. Are you alright? May I get you some water?”

Aimee shook her head, giggling through her tears as her eyes watered from the short lack of oxygen. “No, no! I’m fine. It was actually pretty funny. You just caught me off guard is all.”

Todoroki paused and took in her face as she wiped her eyes. To put it simply, she was exquisite. Her large brown almond eyes looked into his as a playful smile tugged at the corners of her full lips. Her womanly body jiggled and bounced as she laughed, a sound he wanted to never end. Looking down at her from where he stood, he noticed how her bright yellow shirt complimented her smooth dark skin and how the modest V neckline revealed her abundance of cleavage. He couldn’t help but feel a slight warmth fill his cheeks as he stared down at her. “You must have either a really good, or a really poor sense of humor to find me funny.”

As Aimee caught her breath she took a moment to really look at the duel-quirk hero. She had seen him several times before in the cafe, but never up close. He was quite tall, with lean muscle pulling against the blue fabric of his hero costume. His peppermint hair dangled in front of his eyes until he nervously brushed them aside, revealing her favorite trait. His eyes. One cool grey, one turquoise blue. The rumors were true. You could get lost in those heterochromatic orbs. He definitely lived up to the hype. Aimee was pulled out of her thoughts as Todoroki cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting his weight. “May I… join you?”

Aimee unconsciously quirked an eyebrow at him. Join me? What would a super hot (and cool) pro hero want with me? Not to be rude, she of course nodded and he slipped into the booth opposite of her after retrieving his coffee. He’s just trying to get to know his constituents, she thought. No big deal.

“I’ve seen you here a lot,” Todoroki said softly as he sipped his coffee. Aimee paused for a moment, thinking he had something to add to it. Apparently, the rumors that he was a man of few words was true as well.

“Yes…” she nodded slowly. “I have seen you as well,” she said slightly sarcastically with a small smirk tugging at her lips. “This place reminds me of back home. The live music, coffee, and sweet treats. They also have the best apple pie around, so there’s that.”

She giggled and Shoto thought it was the sweetest sound in the world. He nodded as his cool eyes locked onto hers, suddenly feeling bold. “I assumed you weren’t from here. There are not many women in Japan like you.”

“What, you mean Black?” She quirked her head to the side with wide eyes.

Shit! Todoroki’s left side abruptly erupted into flames. FUCK! Although it only lasted for a second, Shoto was so embarrassed. First, he made this gorgeous woman choke on her coffee, then he insults her, and to top it off he almost burns the poor woman! All in his sad attempt to flirt.

“Whoa! Oh my God!” Aimee shouted in shock as she instinctively pulled away.

His normally pale face flushed a deep red all the way to the tips of his ears. He hadn’t lost control of his quirk since he was a teenager. He was a goddamn adult! Scrambling to his feet he bowed deeply, spewing a plethora of hushed apologies.

Aimee blinked in surprise at the sight before her, instantly regretting her decision to tease the poor man. She never dreamed she could pull such an extreme reaction out of the usually stoic hero. Being snarky was just one of her many defense mechanisms when she felt exposed and vulnerable. And boy did the way Todoroki looked her make her feel exposed and vulnerable. In fact, she was still surprised one of the best (and hottest) pro heroes was even talking to her.

“Hey…” she reached out for his (hopefully safe) right hand. She noted it was significantly cool to the touch. “At ease soldier. I’m the one who should apologize. I was just messing with you.”

Todoroki looked down at her small soft hand, observing the contrast to his large and calloused own. He pensively looked up at her from under his bangs, only to catch her large brown orbs staring into his with an apologetic smile.

“That was a pretty impressive display of power though.” She giggled and squeezed his hand gently, encouraging him to sit back down. Todoroki nodded and took his seat sat back across from her as Aimee cleared her throat, giving everyone else in the cafe the evil eye for staring. Somehow, although she barely knows this man, she already felt the need to protect the sweet lamb from unwanted attention.

“Anyway, your assumption is right. I’m American, from New Orleans, LA specifically. I moved here when I was 13 with my Dad. He’s a Colonel in the Marines and was stationed at Camp Kinser.”

Todoroki nodded and took another sip of his coffee. “That’s a noble profession.” Aimee sighed and played with a few of her dark curls.

“It is. But as a child, I used to hate it. Having to pick up and leave everything I ever knew behind. Being thrust into a new culture. It was hard at first and I felt like my Dad didn’t understand it, or just didn’t care.”

The hero hummed in response. “I do have experience with difficult fathers.”

The look on Todoroki’s face gave her the feeling that there was a lot to unpack there but she decided not to ask. He’s been through enough for one talk anyway. “Welp, it’s pretty much all good now. We’re still not super close but I don’t get to see him often. He’s a very busy man, keeping the world safe in his own way. But you, you’re right on the front lines. What’s that like?”

Todoroki blinked rapidly, surprised to have the topic of conversation turned to him. He was hoping he could learn more about the captivating woman in front of him. “I… just do my best to help those in need.”

“You know, this is a little embarrassing, but you’re my favorite hero to watch in a fight.” Todoroki slowly set down his coffee with a confused look, sure he misheard her. “The way you move and use your quirk in a fight… even though you obviously have great power, your moments are so fluid and somehow even gentle. I mean, you rarely fight with a closed fist. You make battle look so effortless and easy. Like a dance almost.”

She likes my fighting? Who is this angel? Todoroki stared her in disbelief. He had never heard his fighting described in such a way. After years of struggling with accepting his quirk, and being called cold and distant in the tabloids, this woman called him gentle of all things. A familiar heat rose to his cheeks for the third time today and this time he didn’t really care. He looked up at her to find a similar but faint rosy color upon her cheeks. “Thank you.”

Aimee looked at her watch hummed. “Oh 20:00 already. I really should get going, my cat gets cranky when he’s hungry. As do I.” She laughed lightly and she stood up from the booth, putting on her coat. Shoto watched helplessly as she gathered her things. He didn’t want the conversation to end, but he also couldn’t be selfish and keep her there. “Well. Thank you for your service, Mr. Todoroki. And thanks for the… colorful conversation,” she said with a small smirk, turning on her heel to leave.

“Wait.” He cautiously took her hand. “You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

The smallest of twinkles flashed across her eyes, and it certainly didn’t go unnoticed by Shoto. “Aimee. Aimee Faurie.”

“That’s a beautiful name.”

She cheekily bit her bottom lip trying to suppress a wide smile. Aimee had already promised not to tease the man anymore, but she just couldn’t help herself. “Thank you. I got it for my birthday.”

And with that, she turned and walked away towards the cafe exit. Todoroki sat stunned for a moment, mulling over her last statement before finally letting out another rare chuckle. Although the moment his eyes locked onto her hips as she glided out the door (and shamelessly all the way down the street) he found himself stunned for an entirely different reason. “Aimee. Until we meet again.”

Chapter 2

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Choices - Part Two (Theo Raeken Imagine)

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader

Warnings: needles, violence, bondage (not in the fun sexy way you think pal), a (probably bad) make out scene (who am i? i dont write this stuff it writes itself apparently) Y/N is a big meanie to Scott ):

A\N:yeah so if you hadn’t heard i hadn’t planned on doing a part two but it was *youtuber voice* heavily requested by you guys so here ya go. ALSO I PROOF READ THIS??? AND EDITED IT??? well, i was lazy and i had a software read it to me and i made edits but it still counts and geez i can only guess what my writing usually sounds like. i know how to write i swear. i kind of combined two requests together but also did my own thing idk but this probably wouldn’t exist without @cokecola4211‘s requests soooo ye thanks

Word Count: 1844

Requests: cokecola4211 said to ohalemalia: TW imagine the reader is Scott sister and she isn't really a part of Scott pack even w/ her knowledge of the supernatural and she gets turned into a supernatural by Aiden when he is an Alpha and stuff like that and she gets turned into a werewolf and a kitsune or something or a wolf w/ purple eyes w/ powers and she likes her new look and abilities.

cokecola4211 said to ohalemalia:TW imagine the reader is Scott sister and she is betrayed by Scott when she comes back as chimera bcuz of the doctors and she sides w/ Theo bcuz of her old "pack/family" and she feels deeply hurt or betrayed or something like that.

The tunnels smelled like moldy sewer water and you could hear the faint dripping of a broken pipe. You stepped carefully, but you in the dead quiet of the space around you, your shoes hitting the water sounded louder than normal. You weren't sure what you were expecting to see--Theo lying face down in the shallow water or a seven foot beast waiting at the end of the tunnel--but you didn't see either of those. In fact, the tunnels looked untouched, like the last experience you had here didn't even happen.

Your shoe kicked something hard and metal. When you looked down, you got the confirmation that what had happened was real. It was a silver metal canister, the canister that released the smoke when your "friends" came to "rescue" you. But other than that, there was no sign of the Beast and more importantly, no sign of Theo.

Your phone began ringing in your pocket, the loud bells echoing throughout the tunnels and probably giving away your position to anyone in a fifty foot radius. You wrestled it out of your jacket, looked at the caller ID, and with a roll of your eyes tapped the answer button, and put it to your ear.

"What, Scott?"

"Y/N?" Scott's voice was grainy over the phone, "Y/N, where are you?"

"Why? So you can come and play hero?" You snorted, "Forget it."

"Y/N, I'm serious--"

"So am I Scott, don't try to find me."

"Y/N, listen to me--it's not safe for you--"

"Oh, but it's okay for Theo to be here?" You scoffed, "Double standards, Scott. Call me back when you're willing to live up to that True Alpha title. Or don't. I really don't care."

"Y/N--"

You didn't want to hear whatever protest Scott had. You hung up the phone and put it back in your pocket. You turned around with a sigh, and focused on trying to figure out how to find Theo. Right when you took your first step, you bumped into the chest of someone standing behind you. You knew who it had to be immediately.

"Theo? Oh my god! What--"

You looked up and you were not met with Theo's familiar face. In fact, there wasn't a face at all. You were looking straight at the metal helmet of one of the Dread Doctors.

"Subject condition--promising." Was all that it said. You backed away and turned to make a break for it, but it seized you by the arm and yanked you back.

"No! No! Stop! Let me go! Let me go!"

It obviously didn't listen to you. It wrapped a strong arm around your chest and held you tightly into place. You felt a sharp sting in the side of your neck and your body grew too heavy to support. Your eyes fluttered shut as you slumped into the Dread Doctor's arms and fell into darkness.

"Y/N, Y/N, come on, please wake up."

You felt warm hands caressing the sides of your face. You peeled your eyes open and were met by a look of relief on Theo's face.

"Oh my god," He sighed out, bowing his head down so you couldn't see his face, "Oh my god."

"Wh-what--"

"What were you doing out there, huh? I found you passed out in the middle of the tunnels. Well, I mean, I almost tripped over you--"

You looked around and found that you two were sitting Theo's car. The seat was pushed back so that you were laying down. It was dark outside, too dark to see. "How did you--where are we?"

"I managed to not get mauled and escape, so I got the hell out of there as fast as I could. The Beast it--" Theo shook his head, trying to piece the events together in his head, "It didn't kill me. I mean, it should've, but it didn't. It knocked me out and when I woke up I was in this weird underground lair, somewhere in the tunnels. I was alone, I was bleeding--"

You noticed dark red splotches on his white t-shirt, some bigger than others, but nonetheless most definitely the blood from his injuries.

"--I didn't know why it had me there, but I didn't want to wait to find out. I had to get out of there. Fast. It took a lot of stumbling around in the dark but I got out of there. I was running out and, like I said, I almost tripped over you lying there on the ground." Theo turned to look at you, a stern look in his eyes, "What the hell were you doing down there? I thought you got out."

"I had to come back for you," You explained, "Scott and them, they came to rescue me but they--they were going to leave you to die. I couldn't do that to you. No way."

You reached over to lace your fingers with Theo's. He watched your fingers slowly intertwine and then looked at you, a soft look in his eyes.

"You came back for me?"

You smiled, "Of course I did. I always will. I'm not going to leave you behind."

Theo was caught off guard by such a sentiment, since being left behind was all that he was used to.

Theo shook his head slightly, "But--but Scott's your pack--your alpha."

"I'm not his beta or his omega, I'm not even supernatural, Theo. He can't order me around. And if he was a true Alpha, he wouldn't have left you for dead."

You licked your lips as you considered your next thought, "Besides...maybe it's time I find a new pack."

Theo's brows furrowed at you, "A new pack?"

You looked at him through your eyelashes, "There's no one else I would protect with my life other than you."

Theo chuckled, "Yeah, I think you showed that when you risked your life to come back for me."

Theo tilted his head and looked at your for what seemed like a long time. The corner of his mouth quirked up into a small smile and he reached over to cup your face with his hand. His thumb brushed soft circles on your cheek as he whispered, "No one's ever done that for me. Human or not."

"Well I think you'll find this human has a little more bite in them," You leaned closer and looked down from his lips to his eyes, "Let me show you."

Theo gave you a slight nod, getting the double entendre, and leaned forward connecting your lips in a heated kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him over the console of the car and as close to you as he could get. Without breaking the kiss, he pulled his arms away from you. You were concerned at first, wondering why he didn't want to touch you, but you realized he was just taking off his jacket. Adrenaline kicked in as it hit you what was about to happen. Ideally, would you have liked your first time with Theo to happen in his car after you had spent the better part of the night passed out in a sewer and he had been nearly killed? No. But the pure adrenaline of it all was enough to spark the fire apparently. Teenage hormones.

You broke away briefly to pull your shirt over your head, leaving you sitting in Theo's car, panting heavily in your bra. Theo's eyes glazed over with pure adoration as his eyes raked over your body, but that pure adoration was soon converted into pure lust because you were back to locking lips in an instant.

"Y/N," You heard Theo muttered in between kisses.

"I don't want to talk anymore, Theo," You muttered back, "Just kiss me."

Theo chuckled against your lips, "I was going to suggest that we move to the backseat, where it's more comfortable so I can keep doing that."

"Oh," You stopped, "That works for me."

You both clamored into the backseat of Theo's car, and as soon as you touched the leather of that backseat it was back on. Theo climbed on top of you, his mouth peppering kisses down your neck.

You sighed out his name as your hands ran through his hair. It was all so right until Theo's mouth brushed against a certain spot on your neck that was colder than the others.

"Condition improving."

Your eyes shot open and you saw you were staring up at the grimy ceiling of the tunnels again. There were pipes criss-crossing on the ceiling and only one lightbulb hanging on a cord for a light source. It swung back and forth, casting sinister shadows around the room. Three Dread Doctors stood over you, ticking and whirring noises coming from them as if they were completely made of machinery.

"Subject shows signs of promise."

"We will perform further tests."

You tried to move, but found that your wrists and ankles were shackled down the table. There were also straps around your head and waist, preventing you from twisting in any sort of way. Your eyes darted around the room in a panic. You saw one of the Dread Doctors pick up a gruesome looking power saw and pass it to the other. The Dread Doctor turned the saw on, the whirring filled the concrete room.

"Ready to proceed with test."

The Dread Doctor brought the saw closer and closer to you and that's when you realised a part of your body was about to be sawed off and there was nothing you could do about it. You couldn't move. You couldn't scream. You could only watch in horror.

"No! No! Stop! Let me go! Get off!"

"Y/N? Hey what's--I'm off! I'm off! What's wrong?!"

"Get off of me! Stop! Let me go!" You swung your arms around, trying to fend the Doctors off.

"I'm not touching you, Y/N! Y/N! Hey! Stop!"

Someone grabbed your arms and when you came to, you were staring at a frightened (and shirtless) Theo. He held your wrists in his hands, both your chests were heaving.

"Wh-what happened? What?" You looked around and found you were still in Theo's car and not in the Dread Doctor's lair about to become a horrible science experiment.

"I should ask you the same thing," Theo's eyes widened as he got a good look at you.

"What? What is it?"

"Your eyes, Y/N."

You stared at him, waiting for more explanation but he offered none. You leaned over to the front of the car and brought down the sun visor. You slid the cover of the mirror over and were immediately hit with the bright yellow light the sun visor offered. But that wasn't the kicker.

Your eyes were glowing purple and where your regular teeth should've been were sharp rows of canines.

"You...might want to reconsider that "only a human" thing," Was all Theo said. You shifted your body to look at him. Your voice trembled as you asked,

"What happened to me?"

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #tw imagines #tw imagine #theo imagine #theo raeken imagines #theo x reader #theo raeken x reader #theo raeken x yn

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Outfits for Chiyo Shuzenji “Recovery Girl”

Zuhair Murad Spring/Summer 2016

#chiyo shuzenji #shuzenji chiyo #recovery girl #my hero academia #bnha fashion #zuhair murad #black #I mean her quirk is powered by her lips soooo

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Quiet Space | Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochaco [My Hero Academia]

Ochaco comes from her internship later than usual and ends up missing a party. Not wanting her to feel left out, Mina decides to bring her a treat.

I wanted to write something cute and fluffy, and there's not nearly enough of this ship, so I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and write this.

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It’s been a long day.

Ochaco flops backwards onto her bed, back to the plush comforter and face turned up toward the ceiling. She breathes a deep, exhausted sigh of relief as she sinks into the mattress, and lets herself enjoy the softness of it all around her.

“What a day…” she mumbles to herself, glad it’s finally over. It’s not unusual that she occasionally has to pull long hours at her internship with Ryukyu, but today had really taken the cake for drawing out her overtime. More fights and more criminals than usual had meant taking some extra time to make sure everything and everyone that had gotten involved were okay. It was exhausting, yes, and Ochaco thinks she might be able to sleep for a whole week straight after it all, but she can’t really complain. The work is rewarding. The smiles on those kids’ faces alone, after she’d stopped a truck from running over a family of ducks, had made all the extra time and effort worth it. Sure, it was just some ducks, and it may have seemed trivial in the eyes of the pros, but lives were lives.

Ochaco smiles to herself. It’s silly and she knows it, but she really does feel like a hero today.

A knock on the door rouses her from her thoughts and she sits up. A glance at the clock tells her it’s almost 10 PM. Who could possibly be looking for her this late at night?

“Ochaco? Hey, Ochaco! You in there?”

Mina?

“If you're in there, open up! I brought ya something!”

Ochaco is far too tired to answer the door, but she does want to know what this ‘something’ Mina's brought her could be. She weighs the pros and cons of pretending to be asleep in her head, but eventually curiosity beats out exhaustion and she gets up to answer the door.

Mina smiles at her the moment she's in view. “Sweet! I knew you were in there! This time, anyway. I've been by twice already. Here!” She thrusts a small container at Ochaco. “This is for you!”

Ochaco takes the container and opens it up. Inside is a slice of cake, iced with cream and topped with strawberries. A few chunks of strawberries are sealed between the layers, too. “Oh, wow!” She closes the container and looks back up at Mina. “What's the occasion?”

“It's Kendo's birthday today. You know, from class B? They all threw her a little party and asked if Class A wanted to join in, so we did! But you were busy with your internship, right?” It's a loaded question and they both know it, even though Mina's smile is as bright as ever. That’s the first sign that she’s digging for something, really. The second is that she leans in a little, like she's not just verbally, but physically angling for some deeper meaning to Ochaco's absence, but Ochaco just laughs and rubs the back of her head sheepishly.

“Yeah, things were really busy today!” she says. Mina's eyes narrow slyly.

“And that's it…?”

Ochaco laughs again, a little less patiently this time. “Of course! What else would I have been doing?”

“Oh, I dunno…” Mina shifts her weight from the balls of her feet to her heels. “Maybe you've got a secret boyfriend or something?”

Oh, god. This again. Ochaco feels her face heat up and she waves a hand in front of herself frantically. “No, no, nope! Nothin’ like that!”

She curses herself for letting her accent slip, but she can’t help it - there’s just something about Mina that gets her flustered. Maybe it’s how she has that tendency to get up in her personal space without thinking about it, or maybe the way she so casually asks questions like this, not just because she’s a bit of a gossip, but because she’s genuinely interested in the answer…

In any case, Ochaco has no interest in a boyfriend, secret or otherwise. Sure, she’d had that crush on Deku, but it’s been months since she’s even thought about it. And lately, there’s something - someone - else on her mind, anyway.

Still, sometimes she wonders if maybe…

“If you say so!” Mina’s voice snaps Ochaco out of her reverie. With the sly smirk on Mina’s face, there’s no way she’s convinced Ochaco isn’t keeping something from her, but Ochaco huffs and stands her ground anyway.

Mina laughs. “Relax, I’m kidding! Anyway, I better get going.” She turns around and smiles over her shoulder. “Enjoy the cake! I’ll tell Satou you loved it.” And with that, she starts to walk off. “G’night, Ochaco!”

“Wait!”

Ochaco covers her mouth quickly. She doesn’t know why she’d called out like that – she’s still tired, and she wants nothing more than to just go to bed, but…

Mina has barely taken two steps when she stops and turns around, head tilted to the side questioningly. Her eyes are wide. “Huh? What’s up?”

“Um… uh, d’you wanna come in?” She coughs to clear her throat, then tries again: “I mean… it’s way more fun having cake with friends, right? And you can tell me all about the party.”

Mina’s face lights up, her smile so big and happy that Ochaco can’t help but return it.

They sit down at the little table in the middle of the room. Ochaco lets Mina take the cushion (she insists on it, in fact, when Mina protests; it’s partially out of politeness, and partially because sitting on the floor instead of a comfy pillow will help keep her awake) while she brews some tea. When that’s done, she plates the cake and places it on the table along with her tea set.

Mina is already chatting about the party, her mouth going a mile a minute. Ochaco only kind of listens – she’s still tired – but it’s fine; she’s happy and content, soothed by the tea and comfortable in her friend’s company.

She tries to engage, though. Ochaco laughs when Mina recounts how Kendo literally picked Mineta up in her giant hand and tossed him out the window; she groans when Mina explains how, a moment later, the little hero managed to stick himself to the wall and climb up in no time flat.

“It was actually kind of impressive,” she says, albeit begrudgingly. “He’s gotten good at that. Too bad he can only ever use his powers for evil.”

“Ugh, I know.” Ochaco sighs and shakes her head. They both laugh quietly, and let that carry them into a natural lull in the conversation. Ochaco takes the opportunity to help herself to a forkful of cake. As soon as the first touch of cream passes her lips, she perks right up, like she’d never been tired at all.

“Mmmm!” She closes her mouth, chews slowly, and savours the dessert. “It’s soooo good… Satou’s really outdone himself this time!”

“Yeah!” Mina agrees. She waits patiently for Ochaco to finish her mouthful, leaning forward with her elbows on the table and chin propped up on her hands. Ochaco startles a little when she opens her eyes, not having expected to see such a calm, sincere look of affection on Mina’s face. She smiles, but there’s something different in it this time. Something calmly affectionate, rather than excited and energetic like usual. It’s hard to place just what emotion she’s seeing looking back at her right now, but Ochaco likes it, and decides she’s going to try and remember this look.

Mina seems to notice Ochaco staring and she startles, too. “S-sorry! Wow, don’t know what came over me for a sec, there. Space case, am I right?”

Ochaco laughs. “Well, you are the alien queen.”

“Pfft!” Mina crosses her arms and sticks her tongue out in a pout. “Not anymore! I mean, Pinky’s a good name, but it’s not as cool, is it?”

“I think it’s cute!”

“Yeah?” Mina’s eyes shine, like she’s really, truly happy to have her friend’s approval. She reaches over the table in a sudden burst of emotion and takes Ochaco’s hand in both of her own. “D’you really mean that?”

“Of course I – wait, Mina, hold on--!”

But it’s too late. In her excitement, Mina seems to have forgotten about Ochaco’s quirk, and she presses her friend’s hand between her palms… and presses every single one of Ochaco’s fingers to her skin.

The sudden weightlessness catches Mina off-guard as she floats up into the air. She lurches back as she rises up above the table, throwing herself off what little balance she still had. She moves around frantically in the air and somehow ends up suspended upside-down, her messy hair falling about her head. One hand still holds Ochaco’s like she’s the last tether she has left to the ground, and she grips it tight.

It's nice. Warm.

Ochaco snaps out of it quickly. “Ack! Wait, hold on, Mina, I’ll get you down!” she says. She stands straight up and moves quickly so she can stand beneath Mina, ready to catch her when she falls. Ochaco is careful not to let go of her hand. “Ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready! Get me down!”

“Okay! Release!”

And Mina falls.

She crashes down onto Ochaco gracelessly, knocking them both to the ground. Ochaco is beneath her, limbs akimbo, and Mina’s face is firmly buried in Ochaco’s stomach. It sends a sudden flipping sensation through her stomach her that has almost nothing to do with using her quirk.

Mina takes a second to right herself, squirming on top of Ochaco until she manages to get between her friend’s spread legs. She looks up, horrified, and when she realizes how red Ochaco’s face is, she bursts into laughter. Ochaco is not far behind her - she leans back and clutches her stomach as laughter rends itself from her throat.

“You look like a tomato!” Mina cries. “Jeeze, I haven’t seen you this red since Midoriya--”

“Nooo, no, stop!” Ochaco cackles, legs kicking out as Mina shifts and accidentally pokes her waist, where she just so happens to be incredibly ticklish. “Stop moving!”

Mina does, lifting her hands in the air like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She keeps laughing, though, raucous peals of it slowly subsiding to quieter giggles. Ochaco sits up as she, too, calms down. She wipes away a tear and opens her eyes, and suddenly, Mina is close. Much closer than she was a second ago.

Ochaco isn’t surprised when Mina kisses her. She just lets it happen - lets the warm, tingling feeling overtake her and spread from her lips to her cheeks to her ears. She’s sure she must be right back to looking like a tomato, but Mina’s eyes are closed. She can’t see it.

Ochaco closes her eyes, too, and when she does it’s like she enters a whole new world. One where nothing exists but the soft, sweet, berry-tinged lips moving against hers. Nothing but the hands that trace her face, cup her cheek, and slide through her hair. Nothing but Mina’s skin against her fingertips, her breath brushing over her cheek.

Mina pulls away first. Her eyes are unfocused as they open, like she had left Earth for a moment, too, and gone somewhere else entirely. It takes her a moment to get back, and it takes Ochaco just as long. She wants to go back immediately, back to that world where only the two of them exist. Just her and the Alien Queen.

“Mina…”

Mina blinks, and suddenly she’s fully aware again. Her face turns and even deeper shade of pink - not quite red, not like Ochaco - and she looks away, frantic and fearful.

“Oh gosh, oh gosh,” Mina says, and she sounds just as hysterical as she looks. “I didn’t - I wasn’t going to-”

Ochaco grabs Mina’s face in both hands and kisses her again. She holds her there for a few seconds before pulling away, and then she has to look away, embarrassed by the small pop sound their lips coming apart made.

Mina stares. Her face is the very picture of awe, like she can’t believe what’s just happened. She touches her lips, stunned, like she’s trying to catch and touch the feeling of Ochaco’s lips on hers.

Ochaco wonders if it still tingles for her, too.

It’s silent between them for a few seconds, until Mina drops her hand and licks her lips. Her cheeks are still pink as she looks Ochaco in the eye and says, “So… no boyfriend, then.”

Ochaco laughs. “No boyfriend.”

But maybe a girlfriend, now. She has to kiss Mina one more time to know for sure. So she does, and Mina kisses back.

#my hero academia #ochamina #minaocha #ashido mina #uraraka ochaco #bnha #r: g #fanfic #mha

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pixiesstolemyapples · 6 years

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Stormy Night Chapter 7

A/N: Alright guys..... this is really really long, and I really apologize, but I seriously could not stop writing. I am incredibly proud of this chapter, so I hope you all really enjoy reading this!! If you’d like to read this chapter on my FanFiction or my AO3, please click those links! Also I definitely will be putting a read more on here, like I always do, but this is especially long, so I apologize in advance if it’s really long on the mobile app, it sometimes doesn’t want to add the read more on the app and I still don’t know why.

Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4/Chapter 5/Chapter 6/Chapter 7

P.S. Is it weird that I watched someone play Resident Evil 7 Biohazard throughout the entirety of writing this? Yes right???

After everything she'd been through, she finally found him. It took almost everything out of her, but Pidge finally found him. Her brother, Matt, she'd finally found Matt. She nearly thought she'd lost him on that planet of infinite gravestones, but thankfully enough, she remembered the deciphering book both her brother and father had studied together. All thanks to that, she finally found Matt. After all this time. She still hadn't found her father, but her brother was finally here, in the castle, directly in her eyesight. It almost felt like a dream.

And Lance. Lance had never been so incredibly happy for Pidge. She'd been through so much, losing both her brother and her father in this same mission, both of them presumed to be dead. And yet she had stayed so strong, doing everything in her power to bring them back to her. And here Matt was, sitting next to them, eating breakfast. The night she'd brought him back, she was so happy. She'd talked and talked and talked until her eyes were drooping. But when they'd snuck off to bed finally, Lance and Pidge almost couldn't get to sleep. Pidge was smiling so hard, and yet so many tears were streaming down her cheeks as Lance held her tight, smiling in tandem at the sheer happiness he held in his heart for her.

The next few weeks had been pretty standard. Matt did recon work with his fellow rebels, the paladins helped to strengthen the Voltron Coalition. Everything had almost been a little boring at times. Every once in a while they'd go and take out a Galra strike or blockade, but even then, Lance and Pidge mostly fought side by side, played some video games, did some training, went to sleep. It was all very... domestic at times. Not that Pidge exactly minded.

Finally one day Allura alerted everyone to the main deck of the castle. Wondering what it could be, everyone quickly met her and Coran to find out what the important news could be. Allura was found standing in the middle of the main deck, excitedly wringing her hands together.

"Princess?" Shiro asked inquisitively. "Are you okay?"

"I mean she's wringing her hands together with a giant smile on her face, it's, uh, just a little unsettling," Hunk said, peering over at Shiro. "Are you sick, Allura?"

"I am just fine, everybody, but I have amazing news!" Allura beamed, looking around at everybody as Coran pulled up a screen that showed what looked vaguely like a... party invitation?

"What is this, some kind of party we're going to have or something?" asked Lance, putting his hand on his hip as he set his other arm atop Pidge's head.

Pidge's eyebrows went up in realization, not even a little bit phased by Lance. "You want to have a ball commemorating all who are currently in the Voltron Coalition, I'm guessing." She wasn't asking, she figured that's what it was. Coran's and Allura's faces drooped a bit.

"Pidge, you're entirely too smart for your own good sometimes, you know that?" Coran said, pinching his orange mustache between his fingers.

"That is why we love her," Allura said after recovering. "That is correct though! We've been having so much success gathering members of our coalition that I believe it's time to have a show of good faith. We'll be inviting everyone from foreign dignitaries to rebel forces alike, right here to Olkarion. I want them all to know that we are here supporting them, no matter what."

"Ahh, okay, so you want us to fly around in our lions, do a little show, form Voltron, give em the ol' razzle dazzle?" Lance said, his one arm still on Pidge, the other gesturing around wildly.

"Um, actually, no," Coran said, putting his hands behind his back, Lance taken aback at the statement.

"While we will still be highly alert at any security breach," Allura began to explain, "I'd actually like you all to wear formal wear when the evening comes. No paladin armor, nothing casual, none of those things you affectionately call "sneakers" despite the fact that they squeak quite often, Hunk." Hunk sadly looked down at his shoes. "Everyone will look their very best! Even Keith and Kolivan will be there briefly in support. In the meantime, we'll be sending out invitations, however the ball will be happening in five quintent's time. We shall be ready then!"

"Plus it's a time for us to all de-stress," Coran said in his ever enthusiastic voice, "it is a party after all!"

With that, Allura parted ways with the gang with Coran on her tail, the two of them obviously excited for the party they were throwing. Pidge was happy Allura was so excited. She certainly needed some time to wind down, act like the princess she was every once in a while.

"Soooo, you think there will be good food at this shindig? Ohhh, you think Allura would let me help with the caterers? Have we even gotten caterers yet? Oh man now I'm excited!" Hunk was gleefully babbling, Lance and Pidge smiling as he hurried out the door after Allura and Coran. Hunk nearly screamed of fright when Allura suddenly popped her head back into the room.

"Oh and Pidge?" she asked, Pidge quickly looking in Allura's direction. "Would you mind coming with me, please?"

Lance and Pidge looked at each other, Pidge shrugging at Lance as she smiled and waved him goodbye. Allura somehow had an even more excited look in her pink-blue eyes as she pulled Pidge along, giving Lance one last alarmed look on her face as Lance watched her leave with Allura, maybe even more perplexed than Pidge at that point.

Everything was set, decorations were insane, food was to die for, mostly thanks to Hunk, and most importantly, there was security at every possible entrance of not only the castle, but a beacon made by the team's resident green engineer that would send a signal to the paladins if an unauthorized ship arrived within a certain perimeter of the planet for extra security measure. They obviously did not want a repeat of what happened on Arus.

Many foreign dignitaries, representatives from planets apart of the Voltron Coalition, rebel leaders and hopeful contenders for the VC were gathered around parts of the castle, important conversations happening in all corners of the ball room. Allura and Coran really went all out, everything around the castle had been decorated in all the colors of Voltron, music reverberating throughout the hall.

Lance was standing at a small table over near Hunk, sipping on what he knew for sure wasn't that horrible vitamin juice he drank the last time. He had been snacking on a small hors d'oeuvre that had a crunch like a cucumber but tasted almost like avocado and shrimp topped with what he assumed was maybe something like cream cheese, but Lance didn't exactly want to pry into it. All he knew was that it tasted good.

"Hunk, you did a really good job on all of these," Lance told him, Hunk beaming at the compliment. "I can barely even tell these aren't Earth flavors."

"Thanks, Lance," Hunk replied with a wide smile. "I worked really hard on complimenting everything together, like the one that tastes like smoked salmon topped over what feels like Italian bread was interesting since neither of those things originally look anything like- uh, Lance? Lance?"

Lance was no longer listening, his cup slipping from his lip, green punch dribbling out of the cup and onto the tablecloth, Hunk's voice drifting slowly from his ears. He'd spotted someone, standing next to Matt, a small smile on her face as she conversed with Ryner, her fingers linked together behind her back. Pidge looked the same as ever, however her fringe was braided down two sides, wrapped behind her head, thin green cord wrapped into the braids. Everything about her was as if she were a part of nature. Her forest green lacy dress stopped right above her knees, the skirt flaring around her legs, a thin black belt sitting softly above her hips. The collar was a short V-neck, the laced sleeves of the dress stopping at her elbows. Somehow the color brilliantly brought out her eyes, the brilliance in her eyes bringing out her freckles. He could just barely see some of the freckles still dotting around her arms where the sleeves stopped. Everything about the way she looked was so Pidge, so natural and simple yet it had such an incredible effect on him.

Pidge was having a compelling conversation with Ryner and Matt on the integration of their tech and nature, Matt fascinated by the Olkari intellect when Pidge peered over where Lance and Hunk were eating. Lance was staring off into space in her general direction, noticing that his drink was dribbling onto the tablecloth in front of him. Pidge's eyebrow quirked up in wonder, peering behind her for a moment, seeing Allura with her hair up in a long, wavy ponytail and wearing a shimmery silver dress with long sleeves, mermaid style with an exposed back, talking to Keith and Kolivan who were wearing similar tuxedos, black with hints of purple akin to their Blade of Marmora armor. Pidge turned back around, seeing Lance striding toward them. She turned back to Ryner and Matt, assuming Lance would be passing by to speak to Allura. She nearly jumped when he stopped and spoke up to her.

"You sure look fancy," he finally said after a silent moment. She quirked her eyebrow once again, only for a moment later a wide grin to appear on her face.

"Thank you, Lance," she replied, pushing her glasses slightly up her nose. "Allura kind of freaked out a little bit, she wanted us so badly to pick out outfits together, but she said she didn't want to pressure me into wearing a dress because she didn't want me to feel uncomfortable, and I was like 'Allura, I've worn dresses before!'" she laughed, peering up at Lance as he chuckled.

"Well, you look incredibly beautiful," Lance said without thinking. Pidge looked away suddenly, a small smile forming on her lips, a deep red blush painting her cheeks, trying to push her hair behind her ear despite it being braided behind her head already. Lance held the back of his head sheepishly, feeling his heart beat a little faster when he heard a quiet "thank you" leave her lips.

Pidge looked around at all of the people surrounding them. Some were dotted around the tables, snacking on all the food Hunk almost singlehandedly planned and helped make, some were conversing with others, such as Allura talking to other leaders, and some, Pidge noticed, were dancing to the slightly upbeat tempo of the music. Pidge let out a small sigh, watching them all sway to the music.

She felt a nudge to her elbow, looking over at Lance. "Do you want to dance, Pidge?" he asked her, a side smile appearing on his face, a sheepish blush dusting his cheeks. Pidge raised her eyebrows, couldn't help from smiling.

"I-I don't know," she said, looking away and trying to brush her hair behind her ear again. "I'm a little too short to dance with."

Lance laughed, holding his stomach a bit as he reached out his other hand to her. "Don't be silly, Pidge. Please?" he asked, his last statement coming out in a soft breath. "Dance with me."

She peered up at him, looking into his deep blue eyes, the way they crinkled with his smoldering smile made her tummy flip a few times. She bit her lip, looking down and peering up at him through her eyelashes, a blush covering her freckles. She placed her hand into his, his fingers curling gently around hers, his thumb rubbing softly over her knuckles as he lead her to the dance floor.

Soft, semi slow music was playing, a song that almost sounded jazzy with an intergalactic flair to it. Lance gently placed his hand on her hip, feeling the texture of the lace of her dress under his fingers, still holding her hand in his other hand. She held his shoulder and the two began to sway to the music. At first it felt a little awkward, they swayed to the music in silence, purposefully looking in opposite directions.

"So," he said looking back at her," is having Matt back everything that you dreamed of?"

Pidge beamed, her white pearly teeth showing. "It's made me so happy to see him again, Lance. He's done so much since he was liberated by the rebels. And look at me. I'm the left arm of Voltron, also battling against a galactic empire. It's interesting how similar we've lead our lives, huh?"

"Heh, the Holt siblings," Lance chuckled, spinning her around. "I'm really happy you were able to find each other, Pidge. I know how close you two are."

"Thank you, Lance," Pidge said with a smile. She looked down, her smile faltering, and then eventually fading. "I just wish... I knew where my dad was.... a-and I'm sure my mom thinks we're all dead by now..." Her fingers curled into his suit jacket, setting her forehead against his loose aqua blue tie. His eyebrows knitted up, suddenly hearing the music get a little more upbeat than before. Lance grinned, pulling away from her for just a moment, readjusting his hands and spinning and swaying along with Pidge a little faster. She stared up at him in surprise, a laugh escaping his throat as he spun her around again. All traces of sadness had left Pidge's face as a look of astonishment replaced it all. She giggled as the two went on swaying, dancing, spinning and laughing. She forgot all her sadness after only a couple of minutes of watching his handsome happy face.

Finally after a short while, the two stood at the edge of the dance floor, talking about everything they could think of, Lance's niece and nephew, Pidge's taste in music (Spanish she conveniently left out), Lance getting punched when he admitted he lost her headphones again. Pidge was sharing some of her Killbot Phantasm tips as they headed towards a table where a couple plates of food were sitting. Allura and Hunk walked over, making small talk as Lance offered to go get Pidge and him a couple drinks. Pidge leaned her elbows on the table, hooking one leg behind the other, catching her breath.

She turned to Hunk. "Am I sweating at all?" she asked him, leaning toward him a little more.

"Uuuuuaaaahhhhhhhhmmmmm," Hunk stammered, looking her over but not wanting to embarrass her. "Yyyyeahhh, you kinda are."

Pidge side smiled, nodding and grabbing a couple napkins from the middle of the table, slipping her glasses from her face and wiping her eyelids, nose and forehead. She wasn't embarrassed at all, she knew she had a bit of a sweating problem. But at that moment, she really did not care.

Pidge felt a light touch on her shoulder, turning around to see Allura smiling down at her. "I hope all of you are having a grand time tonight," she said with a sweet cock to her head. Allura's pink blue eyes were sparkling with curiosity and a hint of... anticipation?

"...Allura?" Pidge asked quietly, noticing she was twirling a strand of her wavy white hair around her finger. She looked so beautiful tonight, if that were even possible, since she was beautiful all the time. But Pidge definitely was noticing something a little off with Allura in that moment. "Are you okay?" Allura perked up when she realized Pidge was peering into her face with a perplexed look.

"Well... Pidge..." Allura murmured. "You know that device you have, the orange one that you analyze things with and to tell the time?"

Pidge nodded. "Sure, what about it?"

"It's such a nice night tonight, would you please take a picture of the both of us?" Allura asked quietly, a blush creeping up her face. Pidge grinned, her shoulders rising up as she took in a deep breath of delight.

"Of course, Allura, I'd love to!" Pidge exclaimed as she quickly pulled her device out of her skirt pocket. Pidge wrapped her arm around Allura, turning on the camera function and taking a quick picture of the two of them together. Pidge and Allura looked down at the picture, the both of them entirely delighted at the way it turned out, Allura with her shimmery dress and Pidge decked out in forest green, both of their smiles big and beautiful. They would surely cherish this picture forever.

"Thank you, Pidge," Allura said, pulling her into a tight hug. Pidge smiled, squeezing her back in turn, a wide smile nearly splitting her face. Allura pulled away. "I just had so much fun getting ready with you today and I have so much work to do, talking with all of our guests today, I wasn't sure when I would be able to catch you. And..." she leaned in close. "You and Lance seem to be having a very nice time, wouldn't you think?" Pidge was a bit taken aback by the way Allura said that, but Pidge smiled softly, a small pink blush covering her cheeks as she gave a single nod. Allura smiled, leaning back.

"Well, I'm afraid I must get back to it, I'll see you all later!" Allura left with a wave just as Lance was coming back balancing four small drinks in his hand, holding one out for Allura to take with a smile. He happily handed one off to Pidge, setting one down for Hunk and sipping on his as they sat and talked. Suddenly remembering something with a gasp, Lance picked up a small thick square disc and handed it to Pidge. Hunk squee'd, excited about the small piece of food.

"We made these just for you, Pidge!" Hunk exclaimed, holding his hands together in excitement. Pidge quirked up her eyebrow, eying the little disc before popping it into her mouth. Her eyes got big, her cheeks puffing out in delight, her hands raising up in excitement.

Peanut! Butter!! Cookies!!!

Almost bringing tears to her eyes, Pidge slowly chewed the treat and swallowed.

"Guys....." Pidge whispered. "That was the most amazing thing I have had in a long time."

"Well, it certainly wasn't easy to recreate something that tasted like a peanut butter cookie," Hunk replied. "But we wanted to do something nice for you, after everything you went through with finding Matt."

"You guys are the best," Pidge murmured. "You're my best friends."

Hunk smiled back at her, his eyebrows knitting up in empathy. He looked into his drink, seeing that it was empty, saying that he was going to go off to refill it. As she watched him go, Pidge realized what amazing friends she had. They cared about spending time with her, her interests, taking pictures with her, knowing what her favorite foods were. She was incredibly loved and happy. She just wished her dad were here with her.

"Hunk worked really hard on those cookies," Lance said with a smile. "I hope you liked them."

"Of course I did," Pidge replied, popping another into her mouth, silently reminding herself to save some for later. "How did you guys know peanut butter was my favorite?"

"Allura told us," Lance told her. Pidge looked down with a smile. She was incredibly thankful for Allura, too. "Plus," Lance added, setting his hand between her shoulder and neck, leaning his lips toward her ear, a soft whisper escaping him, "you talk in your sleep."

Pidge's eyes fluttered, her breath catching in her throat, butterflies erupting in her tummy. Was it the whisper? The closeness? Or just Lance that made her react in that way. However she didn't have much time to dwell on it. The music shifted to a soft, achingly slow song. Lance stared back at the band for a moment, slowly turning his head again to peer down at Pidge. His face was shaded, his pupils growing as he stared down at her, a hot, smoldering look on his face. Pidge had trouble looking away from him in that moment, curling her hands into the table cloth. He held his hand out to her, an almost serious expression on his face. Without taking her eyes off his, she took his hand, Lance leading them to the middle of the dance floor once again.

Lance held her hand, placing his other hand on her hip, a similar position they were at the beginning of the night. They swayed to the music once again, much slower this time. But there was no content talk, no Killbot Phantasm strategies to discuss, no witty remarks. They simply peered into each other's eyes. Lance had such deep dark blue eyes, like staring into the deep waters of the ocean from below the waves, looking up to see streaks of moving light in the shimmering waters. Pidge's eyes likewise were like orbs of amber, like delicate drops of honey with flecks of gold and green surrounding her pupils. With every moment passed, Lance pulled Pidge closer, his hand slowly moving from her hip, curling around the small of her back. He let go of her hand, wrapping his free hand around her, holding his hand between her shoulder blades, Pidge placing her palm to his chest, sliding her other arm to his neck, her fingers caressing the hair at the nape of his neck. She felt him suck a quick breath in at her touch, squeezing his eyes closed as he let out his breath. He opened his eyes to stare back into her infinite orbs, endless sparkling shards of luminescent drops of starlight. She could feel his heart thrumming in his chest, his arms wrapping tighter around her with every passing moment, pulling her closer and closer toward him.

Pidge's glasses had slowly slid down her nose, but she barely noticed as the romantic music surrounded her and Lance. He finally pulled her until she was flush against his chest, the two of them feeling their hearts beat incessantly against one another. Lance moved closer and closer to her face, finally pressing his cheek to hers, feeling his cool breath against her ear, a shudder running throughout her body as she threaded her fingers through his chocolate brown hair. She felt his body shake momentarily with mirth at her reaction, at this point Lance and Pidge wrapped in each other's arms, just barely still swaying to the music.

So many emotions were running through Pidge's mind, feeling them in her body and soul as he held her in his arms. This tall, dark, witty, kind and fun loving boy had to have been feeling the same things she was feeling in that moment; this boy who had made her laugh so hard, feel so safe, so secure, so happy, so loved.

She moved her head back, looking into his face once more, his eyes searching her face. So loved.

She loved him.

Pidge loved Lance.

It was like a ton of bricks hit her. Like a complete revelation, as if she had found the meaning to life right in front of her. Like she had the answer to every quantum physics question ever thought of.

Pidge placed her fingers at the base of his jaw, the other still feeling his hair between her fingers. She found herself moving forward without realizing it, Lance's pupils getting bigger as they snapped from her eyes to her lips. Her lips were just a hair's breadth from his, feeling his cool breath on her lips when she stopped, her eyes scanning around at the couple guests staring at them, a deep red blush painting her cheeks, suddenly pulling away and staring down at her shoes, feeling his smiling lips against her hairline. He stepped away from her, his hands slowly running down her arms, causing another short shudder from Pidge, lacing his fingers between her own. She peered at him through her eyelashes, seeing his bright, genuine smile and hearing a short, compassionate laugh escape his throat, he too dusting a red hue across his cheeks. She loved that look. His gaze held so much gentleness, a curl in his sweet smile, a crinkle in his eyes. But a serious look crossed his face for a moment, looking around him and Pidge, letting go of one hand and suddenly pulling her behind him, eventually leaving the main hall, the music fading slowly away behind them, only faintly being heard from the castle comm system.

Pidge quickly followed after him, her heart beating so hard and fast she could feel it in her ears. Heading up the stairs where Lance knew none of the guests would venture, he stopped, backing Pidge against the nearest wall, one hand on the wall next to her shoulder, his other forearm on the wall directly next to her head. Both Lance and Pidge were breathing hard, Pidge's hand wrapped in the collar of Lance's suit, the other snaked around the nape of his neck. Lance moved his face dangerously close to hers once more, this time no one around to interrupt what she was about to do before. Her glasses were still slipped down nearly to the tip of her nose, Lance side smiling before carefully moving them back up to where they were supposed to sit, Pidge's eyes nearly crossing at how close Lance was to her again. His hands rested upon her once again, one to the small of her back, one sitting heavily on her shoulder. Pidge's hands both were at his jaw, her heart beating so fast, flutters in her tummy never ending. He moved once again, his eyes never leaving her lips, finally moving so close that she could feel his breath on her lips.

And finally their lips pressed against each other. Pidge breathed in quickly through her nose, feeling sparks explode in her stomach, seeing stars behind her closed eyes, her heart beating so hard she thought it would burst from her chest. She could feel him smiling against her lips before he slanted them against hers, getting a new angle and feeling her upper lip between his mouth. He slipped away from her lips with a pop, a soft chuckle escaping his throat as he pressed his lips back to hers the very next second. His arms were wrapped so tight around her, feeling his fast beating heart against her chest. Gasps and groans were reverberating from the back of his throat, Pidge's eyebrows knitting up as she felt another shudder move throughout her body. Lance moved back, removing himself from her close vicinity, his arms still around her as he looked into her deep red face, her eyes looking down as she tried to calm her breathing.

Lance looked around once again, gently taking her hand as he moved down the hallway into one of the rooms off the hall. Suddenly Pidge realized that they were in Lance's bedroom. He closed the door, digging through one of his drawers, pulling out a couple pairs of clothing. He looked back, the dim light shading his face in a way that made Pidge's heart beat swiftly. He handed her some of the clothing in his hands, gently pushing her to the side of the room and turning her around. She could hear him removing his suit, Pidge's heart beating even faster as she unzipped her dress, slipping on her sleep shorts and sleep shirt Lance had been keeping in his drawers since they change rooms at times. She nervously looked behind her to see him slipping off his dress shirt, revealing his broad, toned, dark skinned back. She quickly turned back around, her face growing extremely hot, finishing changing into her sleep clothes. She finally looked back again to see him in his pajamas, hanging his suit on the wall, carefully peering back at her, almost as if he still wanted to make sure she was finished changing.

Pidge quietly padded over to the bed, laying down with her face toward the wall. She felt the mattress move, feeling Lance's hand heavy on her hip before moving his hand toward her neck, moving her hair behind her ear, pressing his lips to her neck. Pidge bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut at the incredibly different sensation. She let out a quick breath, turning over to see Lance directly overhead, both his hands on either side of her head. He slipped the glasses from her face, setting them down gently next to the bed, turning back only to feel Pidge wrap both of her arms right around his neck, smashing her lips to his. Their lips moved against each other, slipping away from one another only to slip back like magnets. It was everything Pidge had dreamed this would feel like, how his lips would taste, the feel, his arms wrapped around her, his body weighing on top of her. Was this real? Was it a dream? Please. Please don't let this be a dream.

One last, achingly long finishing kiss, his lips slowly parting from hers, he peered down at her, her eyes sparkling in the dim light, her hair slightly messy, her lips pink and puffy, her cheeks red as his Lion, her freckles dotted all over her face.

"You're astonishing," he murmured, his eyes shifting between her eyes, her hair, her lips. The remark made her stomach flip, squeezing her lips together and letting out a shuddering breath. She peered back into his blue eyes, caressing his jaw line with her fingers, Lance leaning down to press his lips to her jaw, and then her cheek, her forehead, Pidge closing her eyes at the gesture. He pressed his lips once more to hers, his hands finding her hands above her head, lacing their fingers together. His lips moved against hers again, suddenly feeling his tongue swiping between her lips. She squeezed her fingers against his hands as she felt his tongue touching hers, an entirely unusual and unexpected sensation erupting from her chest. The two finally parted, barely able to catch their breaths. She could feel his breath on her mouth, feeling his palm cover her cheek, caressing under her eye with his thumb.

Lance leaned over to lay down next to her, Pidge quickly wrapping her arms around him, their legs tangling around each other, Lance squeezing her tight to his chest, resting his cheek atop her head. Everything that happened was completely unexpected, extraordinary, remarkable. She curled her fingers into his soft sleep shirt, snuggling further into his chest, feeling him softly chuckle, holding her closer. I love him, she thought as she closed her eyes. I love him, she thought as she listened to his heartbeat. I love him, the last words she remembered thinking as she drifted off to sleep.

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Not sure if it has been done yet...but if it's not to much could you make a HC that Todo is about to get shot, and out of nowhere our fabulous Momo jumps into save him by splitting the bullet with a katana

This is actually really cute; I have soooo many angsty asks sitting in my inbox so I’m gonna write this one first HAHA I’m actually gonna turn this to a short fic kinda thing…enjoy!!~~~To speak frankly, Todoroki accumulated immeasurable fighting experience within a short period; from the sports festival, to the final exam which he passed, to Stain, and then finally back to the license exam in which he failed. He had the villains to thank for their tactical raids somewhere in between (his judgement of time was not to be trusted), one after another. For a first year UA student whose father was deemed as the No.2 hero for the past decade, it was horribly intense.

But now he found himself having second thoughts on the power of the villain alliance. Stuck in between two concrete walls, Todoroki realized that his career as a hero will never get any easier.

He’s accepted it. Life is nothing without a challenge and he’ll greet them with open arms.

He was also lucky that today was the first time he had to deal with guns and bullets. Todoroki’s chest rose with each new potential strategy that sprung within his mind; he couldn’t settle on one. Ectoplasm wasn’t present. A false move could mean a life lost. And it could be his own.

The villain alliance now had 3 branches. The main branch with Shigaraki, one with Toga, Twice and the Yakuza, and a smaller unit that Todoroki was to investigate right now with Ectoplasm. This branch, nicknamed “Unit C” was tasked with petty crimes like robberies and money laundering, which according to Midoriya, most pro heroes wouldn’t take over because it was way below their paygrade.

Hence why they sent Todoroki, a normal but promising young hero under supervision.

It wasn’t until the mission began to head south when Unit C was suspected of committing human trafficking and drug dealing with quirk erasing drugs did they raise Todoroki’s mission difficulty to S class, last minute no less.

“Where are you, you little bastard,” a wicked voice rang to his right making his nerves twitch. Muffled footsteps sounded among Todoroki’s steady heaves, his arm outstretched, ice crystallizing at the perimetre of his palm.

Not now. Watch first.

Todoroki suppressed the last ounce of his power, goosebumps raised. 3 minutes ago he still had his radio in hand, now with nothing in possession. Shattered and gone, he had no other means of calling for help.

His brow knitted together in vexation. Slow blood, dripping along his thigh, its smell pungent and revolting, causing him to be slightly nauseous.

Think, think.

He heard faint whispers; if he didn’t act, the sensor of the group will hunt him down within seconds.

A random thought emerged.

What would Yaoyorozu do?

Todoroki didn’t move a muscle, eyes cut towards the opening of the alleyway to once again run across shadows that were drifting closer. Their movements became frantic.

He needed to clear his head.

“Yo, I think…I sniff something over here…”

That was undoubtedly the man with the canine ears and teeth; Todoroki gulped, mind wrestling to a conclusion.

Better to surprise them first, as Aizawa would’ve said, seize the upper hand and take the initiative away from them!

“Freeze!” Todoroki strided once, his right arm plunged in front view. The ice danced in glitters and mist as he desired.

“Shit! Scatter!” The leader of the group howled, gritting his teeth in agony, “Shoot him, Sharp, what are you waiting for?!”

The man with slicked up, black hair, was petrified, his gun trembling in his stiffened fingers, procuring enough time for Todoroki’s surging flames to encompass at least half the group.

He had to get out. Secure a position outside of this slim alley was the only way to survive. The situation had Todoroki compromised. Even a child with zero experience can shoot him dead point blank.

He was overwrought and outnumbered. Todoroki huffed and took a step out in the light, and he felt a knot in his throat.

A laser was pointed straight at his chest.

The boy cursed. A draft of wind blew. His eyes squeezed shut and someone pulled the trigger.

“Todoroki-san!”

Yaoyorozu stood in front of him as if magic summoned her, marginally tilted forward, with a katana clutched tight right in the middle of her stance. Her gaze screamed bloody murder. Her muscles contracted with every quiver of her knees.

She was almost like the first gasp of air after a dive.

A stunning scene. Her raven hair like calligraphy in the wind. Her confidence radiating through every frequency of thought.

Todoroki knew she felt overwhelmed too, driven solely by her will to protect.

“Did she just split the damn bullet in two?! What the actual fuck?!” The thrash in the leader’s voice was a pure indicator of his shock, and if Todoroki wasn’t mistaken, a remnant of admiration could be found somewhere within that sentence.

Oh yeah, come to think of it…

The fire and ice hero dropped his gaze, fixed upon two halves of what was a bullet.

“We’ve got them under our guise!” Yaoyorozu exclaimed as if to notify her companion, “ECTOPLASM-SENSEI, NOW!”

A swarm of Ectoplasms’ clones lunged in unison like an ocean’s wave, rendering the opponents nonplussed. Todoroki was just as dumbfounded as Sharp, whose jaw was gifted a punch by a clone after a beat.

He felt chilling fingers encompass his own and a tug.

“Come on, Todoroki-san, Ectoplasm-sensei has it under control, this way!”

Her tone fibrillated him to reality, eyes focused on what’s ahead.

“Yaoyorozu,” He began, satisfied that his hand was still in hers, “when did you learn to use a katana like that?”

He was limping and as the two reached a closed off park, their footsteps gradually ceased to a halt, proximity not withdrawing. He could almost see the moment her pupils recede.

“What’s more important is first aid.”

She eyed the crimson beneath her, numb.

“I forgot how much this hurt,” Todoroki’s lips tugged into a nervous smile, “guess I was too impressed by your skills, Yaoyorozu.”

“Now is not the time to joke around! Let me see that!”

Upon her palm came gauze and scissors. The girl propped his leg above her bent knee, gesturing for him to lean back at the bench at his rear and ran her scissors through the dirt-ridden pant sleeve, cutting it to pieces. She bit her lower lip at the sight. The adrenaline must have kept him from screaming from the pain, she decided. Without a second thought Yaoyorozu winded the gauze around and around his leg, though it was quick to be drowned in red.

Todoroki hissed at the pain.

“Thanks,” he mumbled and recoiled his leg.

Yaoyorozu sighed, crossing her arms above her chest, “You got lucky with this one, Todoroki-san. If Sensei and I came even a milisecond late, you would’ve been as good as dead!”

“I know, I owe you one,” He replied. Somehow with the two of them in solitude, he felt at ease. It certainly helped that Unit C was semi done with.

“I think you owe me more than one!” Yaoyorozu slumped down, facing him and continued, “You’re enjoying yourself with your little jokes, aren’t you?”

Todoroki let out a relieved chuckle as he marveled at the clouds above them, cutting her short of her complaint, “I’ll buy you ice cream tomorrow, my gratitude for saving my life.”

The girl jerked her head somewhat, wondering if she perhaps caught the wrong words.

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me,” Todoroki could see her writhe in her seat in the corner of his eyes, and he stood up, pulling his weight towards his left, “ice cream. I always see you buying one from the cafeteria…lipids, your favourite.”

Yaoyorozu watched him, legs dragging a bit as he moved away from the bench, and once again doing the same hiss as before.

“Let’s go now. I’m sure I need stitches.”

“Ah…mmm.”

Yaoyorozu pushed herself up, mentally chiding herself, and draped his arm around her shoulder, supporting his stature with her other arm on his waist.

Todoroki hid the wry smile under the shadows of his duo-coloured bangs, shoulders falling.��

Through the scent of fresh autumn rain, he opted to slow down his pace.

He could definitely use this time, with her beside him, to recount the day.

#todomomo #todoroki x yaoyorozu #boku no hero academia #bnha #fanfic request?

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captainatin · 7 years

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Magician’s resolve chapter 10: Foresight

“They’re coming!” A horrified screech came from an old woman as she fled into her house and soon came up with a bucket on her head and a mop in her hands. “Everyone either run for the hills or run for the enemy! We will not let them take our home away this day!” The woman cheered with great enthusiasm but no one in her surrounding area seemed to be listening as they bustled around to prepare for the oncoming assault, none of them had expected a fight so soon after such a loss for both sides. The strongest men in the village lined up as they hauled massive wooden boards out towards the border of their town to set up the best barricades they could with the resources they had on hand. Tiergan stared blankly at the gargantuan wooden panels before ripping his gaze away to look at the people coursing around him as he inspected them without a shred of fear in his heart. There was no dread for the upcoming battle, no tingling sensation in his spine or pulsing in his gut to tell him that perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to settle things this way, he felt an eerie sense of calm as he turned back and looked to Desmond who was sprawled asleep on the ground, it was as if he had suddenly passed out from exhaustion. Everyone panicked when he fell over but they calmed down when they realized he had simply put himself to sleep for a brief moment. Although, there was Hafika who was shaking as she closed her eyes and dived into the dream of the cyan mage as the panic continued to surge through every fiber of her body.

“Oh my god! Desmond, this isn’t the time to be napping!” She kicked him a few times before closing her eyes again and diving into his sleep, she felt a vast emptiness as she came to find herself surrounded by absolutely nothing. No dream, no beautiful visions of the future or alternate realities of what could have been if things went differently, there was no dream that came to soothe him in such a stressful time. “T-Tiergan this hasn’t happened before! I don’t know what’s going on with him.” She looked up at the spiky-haired boy with an expression of pure desperation on her face.

“What’s keeping him asleep?” The boy muttered with curiosity sprinkled in his voice as he knelt down next to her and began to shift his head around to look at his mentor from several different angles. One of his lenses shifted as he inspected the magical signature and determined that it was of the young man’s own creation. Why the hell would he put himself to sleep? That just doesn’t make any sense. Tiergan frowned as he inspected the mage for a long moment before slowly standing up. “Wake up Desmond!” He shouted as he leaned into the ear of his superior. “You can’t be lazing around any more ya bum!” His lack of fear removed any worries of consequence from his mind, it was more pressing to him that the man wake up and offer some form of assistance.

“Okay, okay, I’m up! What the hell do you guys want?” Desmond opened his bloodshot eyes and stared up at his student. “Can’t a mage get some rest around here? I haven’t sleep in just under a day.” He growled as he slowly rose to his feet and looked around at his surroundings, the pieces slowly came together in his mind as his eyes shrank to the size of a dust speck. “We’re under attack again? So soon?” He shuddered in horror as he gently pushed his pupil to the side looked out at the townspeople bustling about to ready their makeshift weapons and their equally pathetic defenses. “No, no, no! This cannot be happening! Why would they attack again so soon after we ended a draw? Neither of us won that last battle!” He shook in place as he clutched his hair and looked back at his two comrades. “Tiergan, how far out are they? Check with your omni-sight.” The panicking man swiftly changed his gaze to Hafika and swallowed the lump in his throat. “Is that escort coming for my mother?” There was a silence that dropped between the two as the purple clothed magician slowly walked past them and shifted his lenses around for a brief moment.

“Yes, they should be here tomorrow morning.” The girl didn’t dare give the man false hope as she looked to her feet in dismay. “They won’t make it before the battle ends I can assure you of that….” She looked up and grinned. “But hey, brightside is that we’ll have a big advantage over the monsters since they’re recovering from being hit hard just like we are!” She bounced on her heels as she tried to encourage her allies but neither of them seemed too keen on listening to her after her statement on the escort. “Dezzie….don’t worry, please?” The girl swallowed the lump in her throat as she walked between the two men. Silence fell again as she cast glances to both of her sides. “Soooo….Tiergan, what was that thing you were whispering when I came to get you?” She looked up at him but he continued to look forward without any sign that he listened or cared about what she had to say. “Come on, I know you did something funny; you’ve been acting really weird for the last hour or so.”

“That doesn’t matter, we need to focus on putting up a wall. Wooden defenses will not be enough if they come at us with any reasonable amount of force.” The student’s eye twitched as he shifted the color of the lense and looked out towards the monsters in the distance. “They’re about an hour and a half out, that’s assuming they march at the same pace that they’ve been moving for the rest of their time.” The trio of mages approached the barky barricades that were being hoisted up by the men. Percy could be spotted pulling up an entire panel of lumber that stood taller than most of the houses in the area, a surge of power radiated off of him as his cloth glowed a purple hue and he tugged the wall into place and bound it to the adjacent piece that he had stood up. “Desmond, if I’m not needed in your company I will go to speak with Percy.” He grunted as he looked back to his secondary mentor and quirked an eyebrow as he noticed that the man was rubbing his forehead.

“Do whatever.” The sleep mage retorted with an equally deadpan sound to his hoarse voice. He lethargically waved his hand as he started to wander off towards the opposite end of the town’s wall of defense. “We all know basic reinforcement spells so I doubt it will make much difference where each of us are as long as we’re covering the parts that will suffer the most damage. Just make sure to meet me and Hafika in the middle.” He paused and looked back at his pupil before letting out a sigh. “They have a battering ram.” He added dryly before turning back and kept walking towards the other end of the town. “You must’ve seen it already though…. you can see a lot.” The young man muttered under his breath as he strode out of earshot and let out another weary sigh.

I wonder what that’s supposed to mean. Tiergan stared off at the two upper class mages as they walked away. Yes, I saw a battering ram, why did he feel the need to point that out? Everyone could see that gargantuan beast from miles away. He gritted his teeth and his eye twitched as confusion flooded his head for a brief moment before he shook it away and turned back towards the other purple mage and began jogging over to him. As he came closer he felt a strange aura surround him with each step towards the old man. His lenses couldn’t spot any fluxes in magical energy and yet he could feel the mystical forces swirl around the area. Everyone is shying away from him, do they know something I don’t? Or is it so simple as that they feel like he doesn’t want or need any assistance. He bit his lip as he approached the man and suddenly tapped his shoulder. “Hello?”

“Tiergan?” Percy nearly jumped out of his skin as he physically jumped back and the strange aura subsided, his eyes were reptilian but soon they faded back to a normal iris. “Don’t sneak up on an old man like me, my days are already numbered and I don’t need to die from surprises like that!” He growled as he cast a frustrated glare into the boy’s eyes. “Wait a second….” He paused before leaning closer and inspecting the eyes of his student. “You utilized the anti-fear spell.” The old koot leaned back and let out a sigh as he allowed his body to fall back onto the wooden panel that he had just stood on end.

“There’s one thing you need to know about this spell: We don’t know the spell to undo it! The only way I can change it is by invoking another spell to change your mind!” Both of them spoke in unison as they remained locked in an intense gaze. Percy grunted and gritted his teeth as he started putting the pieces together in his head. “Not that you would care about these consequences because you literally have no fear of them!” They spoke in perfect synchronization once more. “Thankfully, the spell in that book only lasts for two days and you’ll go back to normal.” The old man tested to see if his hunch was correct and was proven right when the boy that stood across from him mimicked the exact same words he would have uttered.

“You’ve discovered the foresight portion of your power.” The old man’s eyes widened with shock at the confirmation. “You shouldn’t have done that, you have no idea what kind of things you’re messing with.” He turned around and his head fell against the wooden board as he released a drawn out sigh. “That power is gonna backfire on you eventually, you don’t even know how powerful it is.” The grizzled man turned around and pointed a finger into the boy’s face as his eyes slit like a lizard. “Such power is hard to control, I believe that you can, but you must not toy with it so childishly!” He jabbed his finger into the boy’s chest as his eyes returned to normal and he shuddered in pain for a brief moment. His gaze slowly averted as he took a deep breath. “Do you understand me?” His eyes whipped back up to his student as he gritted his teeth together.

“Yes sir.” Tiergan tilted his head slightly as he took a mental note of the pain that his senior was experiencing. Is it because he’s getting older? Is it his magic going out of control? There’s something odd about those eyes though, he should be able to stop them from rising and there seems to be a direct parallel with his lizard eyes and his frustration and aggressiveness. The lenses spun for a moment before they lost their color and turned perfectly clear. His eye twinkled slightly and suddenly he was in the middle of a pile of corpses, blood and white monster dust was scattered all around him, smeared and stomped on as if a balloon had been popped. He looked around the area to try and find any clues as to what was going on but the town was mostly empty aside from the white powder and the half a dozen corpses strewn about. A loud scream came from behind him and he whipped around to see the purple cloth that adorned his mentor, monster existence coated it and soaked through as if it were a liquid being absorbed into a sponge. He watched as the cloth wrapped around a dog-like monster and squeeze for a brief moment before a fountain of dust shot out of it and spilled across the area. He tilted his head slightly as he watched Percy emerge from the cloth and clutch the sides of his head in pain. As Tiergan rushed over to help his senior he soon found himself back in reality, only this time his hand was outstretched towards a chunk of wood. Loud noises surrounded him as he heard wailing and large booming sounds echoing through the plains, he looked around and found that he had been standing in a daze for at least an hour, the battle had already started and he had been lucky enough not to be noticed by the swarming creatures. The boy bit his lip as he strode out towards the battle and readied himself, he closed his eyes and saw a slime leap towards him from behind and attach to the back of his head; he opened his eyes and spun around, kicking the monster out of midair and into the dirt. With a swift stomp the monster was nothing more than a pile of white flakes, he stared at the small pile before shaking his foot in an attempt to remove the dust that had gathered on his shoe, for some reason he found himself unable to get rid of it. Strange, it clings to me- His thoughts were interrupted as a message came into his head out of nowhere.

*LV up! 1 ----> 3

*HP increase, ATK increase, DEF increase

What on earth is this? The trainee smirked slightly as he pondered the strange message that had invaded his mind. I suppose I don’t have enough time to explore that. He huffed as he closed his eyes and spotted several enemies swarming around him, a dog hurled a spear from his left that ended up skewering him and another human. The quick thinking novice opened his eyes and caught the spear out of the air and twirled it around in his arms for a moment before throwing it through the mutt’s chest resulting in a loud wail from the monster before they dissolved into the same colorless powder as the rest of their kind. The power to see the future….it’s so powerful! He shuddered with excitement as he closed his eyes and looked into the image of a minotaur rampaging through the human’s ranks before coming to a stop as one of the wooden walls fell down and crushed them. When the pupil opened his eyes he watched the scene play out exactly as how he saw it mere moments before it came to pass. Interesting, I start losing time in comparison to the time I’ve looked into the future. He nodded to himself before closing his eyes once more, several slimes leaped onto a human girl on the boy’s left, he opened his eyes and picked up a helmet that had been left on the ground by an injured soldier before he threw it towards one of the slimes and knocked it out of the air; the rest of the slimes piled onto the human girl but were soon shaken off and dispatched. “Are you okay?” The purple mage approached the teenage girl and recognized her as one of the delinquents that use to give him trouble before he had awakened his magic. He reached a hand down to her and smiled warmly. Oh, I honestly forgot that you existed after what happened to me. He blinked a few times as he inspected the girl’s hesitation in taking his hand.

“You’ve changed a lot.” The girl stood to her feet on her own and brushed back her ginger colored hair, the harsh freckles on her face becoming more apparent as the sun shimmered down on her. “Thanks for the assist.” She smirked as she raised her hand and shot a blast of fire behind the boy, when he spun around he saw another slime shriveled up on the ground for a moment before disappearing into the ash like material. “And now you have been paid back.” She huffed as she walked away with a smile on her face.

What an odd encounter. Tiergan stared for a moment, not even thinking about how he hadn’t noticed an enemy creeping up on him. Wait, Lailani! He shot up straight and became hyper alert of his surroundings as he remembered his friend. She has to be around here somewhere, I knew that I shouldn’t have gotten distracted. I promised myself that the reason for getting stronger was to help her. He bit his tongue as he began to question if he was feeling fear for his friend. No, that’s not possible. He shook it off with the firm logic that formed in his mind. The spell literally stops me from being afraid. There’s no way that I’m actually scared of something. A hard lump formed in his throat as he spotted a giant goat man with two massive horns coming out of the top of his head. No, not now! Not him! The young boy felt a real twinge of fear surge through him as he stared into the eyes of the king of monsters. No, just get away from here! Don’t even look at him! There’s nothing you can do, just run you coward! His legs froze in place as he continued to stare at the behemoth before him. The monstrous monarch cleaved his way through several humans with the massive blade in his hands, he yelled at the top of his lungs as he hoisted his sword over his head as fire danced around it before he swung it towards the ground. An inferno spilled out onto the battlefield and created a divide between the rest of the warriors and the king of monsters’ target. The king slowly walked through the alley of fire he had created, embers flourished around his regal cape before flinging themselves towards the flickering flames on either side of him to grow the walls of searing heat. Tiergan trembled slightly as he took a step back and stared in pure horror. He couldn’t get the images out of his head, the beatings and the torture, the hazy vision and constant questioning, the blood that trickled into his eye and stun so bad. “I-I won’t let you take me back t-there!” His breathing became sporadic as he fell backwards onto the ground.

“You really are pathetic!” The crown on the monster’s head glimmered from the fire that slowly transformed into a circle to make their duel private. “I have no idea what I did to you but it clearly meant a lot.” He snarled as he towered over the boy. “Get on your feet! I will not strike down a whelp who refuses to fight back!” The hulking behemoth barked sharply as he gritted his teeth and took his battle stance. There was a long pause between the two of them as the human slowly rose to his feet and clutched a hand over his heart in a weak attempt at calming himself.

“F-Fine….” The boy gnashed his teeth together as he shuddered slightly, he felt a weight in his gut and a void in his chest as he stood up straight and braced himself. “Come at me.” He slowly closed his eyes and peered into his future; what he saw wasn’t pretty: a sword driven through his chest with flames bursting out onto the battlefield and sweeping away several other humans along with his ashes. His eyes opened and the monstrous fighter was almost upon him with fire blazing in his eyes. “You’re going to try and stab me through the chest.” Tiergan took a deep breath and both him and the monster paused in place.

“What do you mean?” Grimgore growled as he lowered his weapon and quirked an eyebrow. “What are you talking about!” He barked sharply as he stared at the tiny human before him. His patience was wearing thin and the flames that surrounded the two of them were getting hotter and putting a greater strain on their bodies from the constant heat beating away at them. Sweat was starting to glisten from their foreheads.

“That’s what your attack was going to be.” The boy stated bluntly as he took a step back and harnessed a basic water spell into a highly pressurized discus. “Then you were planning to blast away my body in a blazing inferno.” He took another deep breath and smirked smugly. This will be easier than I thought. He felt a calm wash over his body, every shred of fear left him as the spell came back into effect. “You’re extremely predictable.” The young mage let out a huff as he launched the discus at the monarch who evaporated the water with a quick stream of fire that came from his maw.

“You lowly mongrel!” The regal man shouted as he released another stream of flames towards the boy who simply stepped to the side and shot out a small line of bubbles that started glowing different colors. The king was cautious as he weaved his way through the bubbles before he realized that the popped harmlessly. “Are you toying with me?” He growled as he swung his massive blade at the boy.

“Nope, I’m truly giving it everything I got!” Tiergan chuckled slightly as he ducked under the slash and sidestepped the following downswing. He doesn’t know that these simple spells are the only thing I have, well that and my future sight. One of the lenses floating in front of his face changed color as he began to track the magical signature of the ruler but couldn’t gather information from it. Right, he’s a monster so every flex of his magic could just be his body, everything they do relies on their magic. He bit his lip as he jumped over the massive sword and landed on it. “Can’t you do better than that?” The prodigy snapped his fingers and his boots suddenly began to stick to the sword as the monarch tried to swing it to the side to throw the human across the fiery arena that he had created. The human boy ended the spell to leap over his foe’s head and deliver a swift kick to the brute’s back.

“You dare insult the king of monsters?” Grimgore recoiled in pain before he thrust his blade skyward and the fire began closing in around the purple mage. Once the circle was small enough he swung the blade wide and accidentally hit a house as he missed, tearing it to splinters before delivering a down slash that also missed the nimble boy. He ferociously clawed forward as they exited their make-shift arena and began to spread terror and panic across the battlefield as his attacks refused to discriminate friend from foe or house as he ravaged his way towards the human boy. “Get back here you coward!” He batted away the basic blasts of water and electricity that his puny foe tried to throw at him yet he himself couldn’t land a single hit on the annoyance that was taunting him. Grimgore paused for a moment before making a diagonal stream of fire to pin the boy between a house and the wall of flames. “You’re done for!” He howled as he let out a massive stream of heat that forced the boy to hide behind the house. In a matter of moments the building crumbled to ashes and the boy was barely singed by the blazing power of the monarch.

“How dare you….” Tiergan and the ruler both paused in the middle of their encounter to turn to see the source of the voice. “She was defenceless….” Desmond stood deadpan as he looked up at the king with an intense surge of magic swirling around him in such a way that no one had ever seen before. “She couldn’t do a thing….” The cyan mage slowly started walking towards them as a strange white mist coiled around, black embers flickered in and out of existence around the mysterious white haze. The king thrust has blade towards the human but no damage seemed to be done to him.

“What the hell is going on with you Desmond?” Tiergan tilted his head as he stood back and watched, the entire battlefield had come to a halt as they spectated the anomaly that was occurring in front of their very eyes. He looks shattered, like everything he knew has been ripped away in an instant. He bit his lip as he continued to watch as the king of monsters attacked a few more times but to no avail. In a matter of moments the monarch was asleep on the ground, it wasn’t the normal kind of sleep that the mage normally inflicted, the purple trainee could tell very well that it was far more cruel and sinister. “Desmond, are you okay?” Tiergan approached without a shred of fear but was soon sent flying into another house by a sudden surge of magical power that radiated from the broken wizard that stood before him. He slowly rose to his feet as he watched the battle resume as if nothing had stopped them in the first place. A bustling sound came from behind him and he whipped around to see the face of someone he had only wished to find.

“Tiergan….what are you doing?” Lailani stood up from the pile of hay she had been shoved into and brushed off the strands that still remained on her clothing, she paused to flip over her hood to hide her face from sight. It was clear that she had just woken up from a magic induced sleep and that she wasn’t in the mood to talk. “Don’t try to stand in my way again, I already know you’re too scared to actually fight me.” She gritted her teeth and tensed up, the boy didn’t need to use his magic to figure out that she didn’t want to hurt him any more than she already had when she ran away.

“You’re planning on using the metal sphere behind me to knock me out.” The lavender magician let out a sigh as he closed his eyes. The girl was about to open her mouth to respond but she was cut off. “How did you know I was going to do that?’ That’s what you were going to say.” Another pause fell before the girl rushed towards him, of course he saw that in the future too, he ducked under the swing of her arm and kicked her shoulder. He cringed as she released a scream of pain along with the loud popping sound that came. “I just dislocated your shoulder, I’d recommend you stand down.” When he closed his eyes he knew that she wouldn’t give up so easily, he opened his eyes and flipped over the iron orb that came flying towards the back of his head. He kept his gaze averted from her, he didn’t want to look her in the eye and watch her suffer through more pain.

“What the hell are you even doing?” The girl growled as she pulled her hood further down and gritted her teeth. “Answer me!” She barked with a heavy amount of strain in her voice. The orb split up into several needles and flew at the boy but they ended up lodged inside the wooden boards of the stable that they were standing in. “You don’t even have aggressive magic, in battle I’m far more advanced than you are!” She called the needles back to her but her old friend picked up a wooden board and intercepted the thin sticks of metal to prevent them from going back to their master. He tossed the board on the ground and it sat leaning diagonal on a small stool that had a tin bucket on it.

“My power, omni-sight, it’s not as pitiful as you might think.” Tiergan stood up straight and stared at the girl’s upturned hood. “Omni-sight is truly the power to see everything. Heat, emotion, magic, things far away, things too small for the human eye….” His voice trailed off as he walked forward and leaned close to her face, he was completely open to any number of attacks and yet when she tried to drill a metal spike into his leg he was able to perfectly block it by stomping on the board to make it fly against the spike and land harmlessly off to their side. The tin bucket that was sitting on the stool flew at him but he quickly grabbed the wooden handle and slammed it onto the girl’s head, forcing her to stumble backwards as it blocked her vision. “The future as well.” He grunted as he stood nonchalantly. “You can’t stop me if I have this power up my sleeve.” The young mage released a sigh as he dodged another set of spikes that were launched towards him. “I’m sorry, I’m going to have to capture you now, I don’t want to kill you but I can’t exactly let you run free either.” He stared blankly as he blocked the girl’s punch, it was clear that she was frustrated given the grunts and heavy breaths that she released in between every punch that missed its mark. “Please, just stop trying.” The boy groaned as he put a hand to his forehead and clutched his face. “You’re just wasting my time and yours, you can’t stop me.” The girl swung with her left arm and howled in pain as it was driven even further out of its rightful place.

“I won’t stop, I’m determined to see this through!” Lailani growled as she tried to fight back the pain that was starting to overwhelm her. “I’m not done yet!” She stumbled forward and tried to stab him with a metal spike, her movement was sluggish and frail to the point where her foe didn’t even have to make an effort to dodge her pitiful attack.

“Yes, you are.” The purple mage grunted as he stepped to the side and maneuvered his hand to press into the pressure point between the girl’s ear and jaw, in a matter of moments she was limp in his arms. I didn’t expect this would be how I held you for the first time. He stared down at her for a moment before he picked her up in the bridal position and started walking towards his cottage on the hill.

#undertale #The Magicians #Magician's resolve #perseverance #determination #patience #justice #percy

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AU #1: Hear Me (15)

can you beleive it?? fifteen parts. and i can feel the ending soon, but i literally don’t know what its going to end like. Probably gonna be hella anticlimactic so look the hell out mayb ;;;)))))))

Hear Me Masterlist

I know I’m supposed to be the angel, but I’ve never felt anything so pure as when I’m with her.

“Isn’t it crazy?” Warren mumbles, his body curved around you and you hum softly, barely looking up from the page you’re reading. “There was a chance I wouldn’t like you. You could’ve come into my life in a slightly different way and I could’ve hated you. And yet I’m totally in love with you, and you’re totally in love with me.”

“Jurys still out, babe.” You drawl, flipping the papers and eyeing the back side, the diagram jumping out at you. Warren elbows you gently, growling softly in your ear and you can’t help shivering, a nearly unwilling smiling turning up your lips.

“Now that’s just mean, admit it.” He demands softly and you groan a long sound, arching your back so you can meet his eyes and he smirks at you. You feel his thighs tighten on your hips, the rustling of the leaves above as the wind whistles by and the crisp papers flapping in your fingers.

“Mmm,” You half moan, caught up in the sounds and sights around you, and the warm comfort of having Warren right there, his body surrounding and holding yours. “I love how I feel right now.”

“But not me? Cause I can leave…” He threatens playfully, jostling you and you squeak, pushing back into him and he grunts as he falls back against the tree once more. “So that’s how it is?”

“Truly.” You beam, turning in the circle of his legs and kneeling before him. “You’re just a crutch for me, a sexy, gorgeous, sweet, warm, smart, loving crutch.”

His cheeks flush lightly and his wings rise behind him, brushing against the tree and pulling forward slightly. You shuffle closer, biting your lip as your eyes dart over his expression, trying to take in every minute detail.

His breath stutters lightly, and you can’t help grinning a stupid smile, the embarrassingly in love kind, yet you don’t have it in you to be embarrassed.

“I love you.” You promise, the words a whisper but he leans forward all the same with a dark look in his eyes. Capturing your lips with his, his palm slides around the back of your neck while his other hand gently pulls you forward until you’re pressed against and awkwardly leant over him.

“Woah, I thought this was a school, guess I’m wrong!” Scott laughs, the sound of many footsteps over the grass following along and you groan against Warrens lips. Pulling back, your palm still pressed to the tree trunk and Warrens hands still on your body, you smile at the approaching group.

“I know we sort of made friends, but since when has that entailed sitting with us?” You ask Scott, playful sarcasm in your voice and he sighs loudly, sounding very superior.

“It never has or ever will, but Jean said you’re looking at your latest results and some of us, not me, decided they cared and I was outvoted.” Scott mutters bitterly, his lips quirked in a way that contradicts the words.

“Well, hell.” You sigh, glancing down at Warren, who smiles up at you with a teasing twinkle in his eye. Giving him a warning look, you settle yourself back against his chest and retrieve the papers from under your knee.

“So?” Jeans asks suddenly, worry in her voice and you try not to pause and stare. It’s strange, the way friendships work, like how you never considered that this group would really care that much.

And yet here Jean, the girl you’ve had the least contact with and as far as you know, the least in common with, is leaning forward with an earnest expression of worry.

“My mutation is finished.” You start and Kurt nods slowly, a serious expression on his face and you try not to giggle in an awkwardly high pitch. “And my hearing… If I’m not with Warren, physically touching him sometimes, I’m at least seventy percent deaf. Hank… Tested the percentage. Supposedly that’s a thing.”

You grimace at your knees and Warrens palms smooth over your waist and around your belly until he’s hugging you. You relax at the feeling and close your eyes.

“It… He can’t find anything, I’m a healthy mutant. So on Monday I’m going to test out that serum he made.” You finish, blinking hard at the leaves above before returning your clear eyed gaze to the group before you. Scott stares at the grass under his knee and Ororo’s expression is furious as she glares into the distance. “It’s nothing, guys. It’s going to be fine. This serum thing will work and I’ll use it when I need to and I’ll be fine.”

Your words sound hollow and you try not to cringe visibly. Warren snickers softly into your hair and you elbow him, trying not to laugh as he stiffens.

“You’re deaf?” Scott says softly and you shrug weakly. “Y/N.”

“Yeah.” You croak and he sighs, nodding for a long time before he meets your eyes again.

“Let us know if we can help.” He says and you barely have time to nod before he’s climbing to his feet and walking off, hands in his pockets. Jean scrambles to her feet, apologising to you before jogging to his side. You try not to laugh as you watch them walk away, her movements like she’s reprimanding him.

“We’ll leave you two alone… But when you’re ready, we have questions.” Ororo reassures you, climbing to her feet and gently kicking both Peter and Kurt, who’re by her side in an instant and the three of them wander off toward the school.

“I hate it when people ruin the mood then leave three seconds later.” Warren remarks and you flop your head back until it rests on his shoulder, your face turning till your forehead brushes his neck.

“I love it when people ruin the mood then leave. It makes you all grumpy and bitter. It’s a nice change.” You tease and he scoffs, his shoulder bumping you forward and you lean away from him, meeting his glare over your shoulder. “Can’t take it, Worthington?”

“I can take it, but not as well as you.” He leers and you dissolve into scoffing and blushing, whacking his chest with the back of your palm.

“You’re gross.”

“Sexy gross.”

“That’s not a thing.” You counter, even as you privately agree. He is sexy gross. Like a dirty biker or a billionaire with an extra leg, yet all of them are peg legs.

He grins at you, like he knows exactly what you’re thinking- hell, he probably does, and you turn away, looking across the lawn at the group of kids playing soccer.

“I’m really helpless now.” You whisper and he laughs softly, leaning forward and tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You’re not helpless. I’ll always be there to help, even if it’s from far away.” He promises softly, pressing a sweet kiss just below your ear. “And it’s not just me. Ororo, Jean, Peter, Kurt, Jubilee and Scott. They’d all come running if you needed them.”

“I’m a burden to them.”

“You’re not a burden to me?” He scoffs, gently bumping you but your gaze doesn’t stray. “That’s a bit presumptuous.”

“We’re soulmates.” You counter blandly, your head feeling heavy and tired.

“Doesn’t mean I’m automatically immune.”

“We have only known each other a couple weeks.” You agree softly and he stills, his hand unyielding as he guides you to face him. You blink when you spot the serious expression on his face, shadows flitting around his eyes.

“Do you want to get married?” He asks and you startle, blinking at him again before hesitatingly shaking your head. “Never? Because I’d marry you right now if it meant you’d stop thinking so terribly of yourself. I’m here for you and… Yeah, just you.”

He frowns, seeming to think the words over before nodding, the serious expression returning. “And don’t think for a second that’s just because we’re soulmates. It’s because you’re there for me, because when you showed up I thought I had a chance to finally be a hero, finally save someone instead of hurting them.” Your lips part and he gives you a stern look.

“I know, and when you didn’t need saving and I realized I was the one that needed saving… It sucked- really sucked. Don’t take this the wrong way, but your hearing loss made me feel better- Uh, yeah, no, I can see you’re taking this the wrong way.”

“Screw you.” You snap, shoving backwards from him and wobbling to your feet. Warren groans, his lips parting around words but you can’t hear over the rushing in your ears. “Leave me alone.”

You watch Warren shudder, his body twitching even as he stills. Pain fills his eyes as he turns, stalking in the direction Scott had gone, looking over his shoulder over and over again. A big breath exits you, exhaustion filling your bones.

“Your hearing loss made me feel better.” You mimic bitterly, snatching up the pages at your feet and folding them before shoving them in your pocket. “What kind of jerk bag even says that?”

Warrens mind brushes against yours, like a scolded dog and you, physically and mentally, shy from it, storming in the opposite direction and further into the trees. You feel his worry and you growl to the silent woods before sinking down onto the grass once more.

“Your hearing loss made me feel better.” You mimic again, scowling at the air. So he wanted to be a hero? So what? Heros can’t save a girl from deafness unless they’re a healer.

“He was meaning to finish sentence with self-deprecating about you then having a reason not to give up and find unbound soul. That you can hear with him, then you’d never leave.” Jean says tiredly, the words awkward and stilted with gaps. You can’t help squeaking and jerking around to face her, spotting Kurt beside her. “Before you speak, I ca- Warren physically can’t come to you, you’ve him.”

“I just told him to leave me alone, he only listens half the time.” You cringe and she shrugs lazily, but her smile has you glaring.

“Your powers are bigger than Charles or anyone expects.” She explains softly, an excited look in her eyes as she nods to Kurt and wraps a hand around his wrist.

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I won’t say I’m in love: Ch 3

Chapter 3: Questions about Potstickers?!

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Summary: Lena is flirtacious as f*ck and Kara is an oblivious puppy.

The fire in the Hufflepuff common room roared as Kara perched in one of the battered armchairs, wand in hand as she lazily created light trails in the air. She watched as the flecks of light danced across the room, her eyes remaining focused on the light even as the door opened. She could tell who was approaching, even without looking up, and refused to acknowledge her sister's presence in any way. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Alex loitering nearby, an awkward frown on her lips. Kara sighed, finally lowering her wand as she looked anywhere but at Alex. She was unable to hide the frustration in her voice as she asked, "What do you want?"

"Kara, please. I just want to talk." The sincerity in Alex's voice almost made Kara cave. Almost. The urge to listen to her sister quickly disappeared when she remembered their last 'talk'.

"Why? So you can shout at me some more?” The hurt was clear in her words. “I don't think so, Alex. You can go."

Alex shook her head, stepping forward, and she tried again. The determination was evident in her tone as she said, "I come in peace. I even brought the donuts I know you love." She shook a box Kara hadn’t noticed before to emphasise her point, Kara looked up noticing the relief slowly wash over Alex.

They locked eyes, and for a moment Kara could see the fear of rejection in Alex’s eyes, as if she was waiting to be sent away again. Instead Kara sighed, giving her the briefest of smiles before conceding. She reached out with her arm, plucking the box from Alex's grip. "Well, I do love donuts."

Alex smiled, flopping down onto the couch to face her sister. She couldn't help but smirk, watching as Kara practically inhaled a maple-glazed toffee donut before reaching for another.

Waving the treat in her hand, she mumbled, “Mhmm… Okay, I’m listening.” Her words were somewhat muffled by her mouthful of donuts, but the intense gaze she gave Alex was enough to get Kara’s point across.

"I'm sorry,” Alex began. “Alright? I should never have gone off on you like that."

"Then why did you?” Kara asked. “What you said really upset me, Alex."

Alex nodded and looking down. When she spoke, Kara could hear her vulnerability – something that Alex didn't like to show often.

"When you were first adopted, I was annoyed. All of the attention was suddenly on you, and I hated that I wasn't the star anymore. We all knew you were a witch from the start; and your magic- it scared people. Mum and Dad, they made me swear to protect you, Kara, to keep you safe from anything or anyone who might try to harm you. So many people have been hurt by that family. Lex Luthor has done horrible things, and all I could think of was how scared you were when your cousin got hurt because of them. And I was scared for you, Kara. You have such a huge heart, and you always want to see the best in people. I just don't want you to get hurt. I'm your big sister, and it's my job to protect you."

Kara blinked back the tears threatening to spill, and leaned forward to clutch Alex's hand. "Alex, you're my sister and I love you. But that doesn't mean I can't take care of myself. I know what people say about the Luthors; but I looked into Lena's eyes and I know she isn't one of them. You have to trust that I know what I'm doing. Okay?"

Alex studied her sister for a long moment, not knowing whether to smirk or sigh at how obvious she was. She did neither, instead giving Kara's shoulder a playful shove. "I do trust you, dork."

"Good! I like Lena. Um… I mean she's my friend." Kara gave herself a pat on the back for how composed she had managed to sound. The eyebrow raise she got from Alex should've told her she hadn’t done as good of a job as she had thought; but she had she been concentrating.

"Look, I'm not saying I trust her," Alex reasoned. She quickly continued, seeming to seeing the frown starting to reappear on her sister's face. "But I am willing to give her a chance,"

"That's all I ask." Kara smiled in relief, relaxing as she changed the subject. "Soooo… Are you looking forward to being back on the team this year?"

Kara was met with a scoff as Alex exclaimed, "I should never have been suspended in the first place!"

"Alex, you knocked a bludger directly into Maxwell Lord's face-"

Alex immediately cuts her off "Oh, please! That dick deserved it!"

Kara shook her head, continuing to list off examples. "You got into a fight with Leslie."

"Well, so would you, if you’d heard the shit that conniving little…" She trailed off after seeing the glare Kara gave her.

"And then you and Maggie got so competitive that she ended up unconscious with a broken leg!"

Again Alex fired back with another “justification” as Kara shook her head in a way that was both loving and disapproving. "That's what we do, Kara. Sawyer and I are just competitive; that's all."

"Mhmm… If you say so,” Kara smirked.

She watched as Alex groaned, sneering as she flung a half-eaten donut at her still grinning face. Kara effortlessly wolfed it down and continued to smile in that all-knowing way of hers when Alex rolled her eyes, flipping her off and muttering some choice words under her breath. A second later, Alex was met by a cushion smacking her in the face at full force, and the sound of Kara's melodic laughter as she retorted playfully, "I heard that!"

Alex couldn’t help but laugh, too, obviously amused by the sight of her baby sister desperately clutching her sides as she guffawed loudly, wiping her eyes as she continued to fill the room with cheerful, dulcet tones. Their earlier tensions had been long forgotten.

Lena walked down the hall, dressed to impress – or as much as she could be, given that she was in her school uniform. Her long hair was pulled into a side bun, paired with a simple braid on the right side of her head. As usual, not a hair was out of place. Her makeup was light and subtle, giving her skin a soft glow. Her regular Slytherin uniform, along with killer black heels and a confident power walk, let her achieve the look she hoped would make Kara swoon.

She was on a mission, and finding a certain bubbly badger was her top priority. Kara had failed to show up for their shared Care of Magical Creatures class; but if there was one thing that Lena knew the girl wouldn't miss, it was meal times. That would be the perfect opportunity to interact with her fake girlfriend, something she'd failed to do since they had made the agreement. The Slytherin smiled to herself as she thought back to her proposition, an idea that had been further spurred when she'd overheard Kara's admission about having a crush on her. Now she had the perfect excuse to turn on her charm, whilst purposely causing the other girl to blush a lot.

Lena entered the Great Hall, already scanning the crowded room. After a few moments, her gaze locked onto the familiar bright smile and long blonde hair. Nodding to herself, she started to walk toward her, ignoring the curious looks she received as she made her way down the aisle, finally coming to a stop behind Kara. Taking a moment to gather herself, she noticed Mon-El and some other guy - she thought his name was Winn - chattering with Kara. At her arrival Winn looked up, his eyes locking with hers; and for a brief moment, Lena felt the urge to run. But then he grinned in a boyish, cheeky way, before whispering something to Kara. Lena took note of how red Kara's cheeks flushed as she finally turned to greet her, and decided she could grow to like Winn.

Kara almost sprayed the water from her mouth when she turned to see Lena Luthor standing there like a dark angel finally seeing the light. Her cheeks were red, but she managed to swallow her nerves enough to greet her fake girlfriend.

"L-Lena! Wow, your outfit looks amazing!" The words escaped Kara’s mouth before she could even contemplate how ridiculous they sounded.

Lena smirked, her eyebrow quirked as she replied, her voice sultry and teasing. "Well, I hoped I'd be the only one wearing our school uniform. But I'm glad it's made a lasting impression on you."

Kara's mouth opened and closed wordlessly, her cheeks turning tomato-red as Winn sniggered behind her. She shifted awkwardly, trying to recover from her outburst. "Um... What are you doing here? Bit of a surprise, seeing you visit the Hufflepuff table."

Lena smiled widely, shaking her head. "I came to see you, love."

Kara's eyes widened as she stuttered a response. "Y- you did?" Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Mon-El watching closely, and she hurriedly corrected her mistake. "I mean… What a lovely surprise to see you here... at the Hufflepuff table."

"I didn't see you in class today. But I was hoping to take you on that date I was telling you about." The subtle shift in Lena's tone reminded Kara of their agreement, and she beamed right back.

"I'd be honoured to accompany you, Lena." She was worried about going overboard; but then Lena smiled down at her in such an adoring way, she knew she'd done something right.

Lena extended a hand, and not a second later Kara's hand slipped into hers. The two walked out of the Great Hall together, hand in hand.

....

"I do hope I wasn't too forward back there. I saw Moon-Eel watching and figured we should put on a bit of a show," Lena explained, her tone shifting to one of disgust as she purposefully butchered his name.

"No, you were perfect!"

Kara was quick to reassure her, laughing as she added, "If anything, you're making me look bad. You're already such a good fake girlfriend."

Lena ignored the painful sting the word “fake” gave her, but she hid it, choosing to up her flirting once more. "Honestly, Kara, I don't think anyone could make you look bad."

The immediate blush she received was reward enough. The Hufflepuff swung their still-joined hands, a shy smile on her face as they walked through the courtyard. There was a comfortable silence between the two, before Lena broke it, guiding Kara toward a bench with what appeared to be a picnic blanket draped across it.

"Anyway, I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to get to know each other better. After all, if we want to be convincing girlfriends, we should know more about one another. Don't you think?"

"Yes, that's good thinking."

They sat opposite one another and it was only then that Kara realised she never got to finish her meal. As if having read her mind, Lena drew her wand and began elegantly moving it along the blanket. A grin broke out across Kara's face as items started to appear. Soon the table was full of way too much food for the both of them, along with two goblets filled with a rich red fruit juice. Cutlery was included, as well, and even two napkins - both folded in the shape of a swan.

"This is incredible!"

"Why not date in style? Please, dig in."

Kara obliged without protest, eagerly munching away as Lena watched in amusement before reaching for her own food. Kara devoured most of the food in an incredibly short amount of time, making Lena laugh as she worked on the last part of her meal, regarding the now-sheepish girl with amusement and adoration.

"I thought of a way for us to get to know one another better," Kara stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh really? Do tell." Lena leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table as she moved in closer.

"We each get to ask the other five questions. They can be about anything, and the other has to answer."

"Sounds interesting. Who goes first?"

"Is that one of your questions, Miss Luthor?"

Lena faltered for a second, clearly not expecting the cheeky response. But then her tone returned to its flirtatious nature. "Only if that's one of yours, Miss Danvers."

"Touché," Kara held her hands up in mock surrender before continuing. "Okay, I'll go first. Let's start with an easy one: What's your favourite colour?"

"Yellow. The shade of yellow just before the sun rises, so soft and subtle. It’s calming, so incredibly bright and good.”

Kara didn’t respond for a minute, taking in Lena's answer. For some reason, she thought Lena's favourite colour was so much more than just that. She knew when not to push, though, so she moved on.

"I like that. I can never decide between blue and red; but, then again, there are too many pretty colours to choose from!"

Lena smiled at Kara's reasoning, already preparing her own question, when Kara jumped in again.

"Next question-"

"I thought I got to ask the next question."

Kara's face was priceless as she exclaimed, "I just told you what my favourite colour was!"

Lena couldn't help but laugh in response as Kara stared at her indignantly. "Ah, but I never asked you. You answered freely, which means I still have my five questions."

"B-b-but..." She trailed off with a sigh, knowing Lena was right.

"What are you most thankful for?"

"Woah! I see you're not going for the easy questions."

"Nothing about me is easy, Kara," Lena replied with a smirk.

Kara looked away so Lena couldn't see the blush tinting her cheeks. Composing herself, she answered, "I would say that I'm most thankful for my family and friends. The close friends I made here have become a second family to me, and I wouldn't have adjusted so well without their love and support."

"I'm glad you have such a good support system."

Kara watched as Lena looked away, able to feel the sadness radiating off the other girl. She leaned forward to cautiously take Lena's hand, her thumb tracing light patterns across the back of her hand as she spoke, her voice so soft and caring it made Lena's heart skip a beat. "I'm really sorry that people haven't been there for you, Lena. And if you'll let me, I'd love to be the person you can trust, someone who can support you, too."

Lena's face remained unreadable for a few moments before a small smile appeared. "I hope you can be."

They shared a soft look, before Lena coughed, prompting Kara to ask her next question.

"Umm... Are you the cuddling type?"

Her question effectively broke the ice, causing a smirk to grace Lena's features once more. "I'll let you discover that for yourself," she winked, making Kara swoon visibly.

"Oh, right. Yeah… Ha-" Kara stuttered in response, managing an awkward laugh before continuing to stumble over her words. "H-have you thought of a... another question yet?"

"What's your favourite food?"

"That's easy - potstickers!"

Her answer caused Lena's face to scrunch in confusion.

"Wait… You do know what potstickers are, right?" Kara exclaimed in disbelief.

With a shake of her head, Lena replied, "I can't say I do. They were never on the menu during any of my mother's socialite parties."

"Oh Rao! That is not acceptable. You must try them! They're like little bites of heaven! I'll bring them to our next date."

"I look forward to it."

Kara smiled her approval as she worked in her next question. "A similar theme, but… What's your favourite sweet food?"

"Most people would say cakes or donuts, but I like a good bar of dark chocolate. What's your favourite desert, Miss Danvers?"

"I love donuts. But then, a large slice of chocolate cake is always good. Oooh! But then there's ice-cream, which I can never say no to. How do I choose, Lena? I just can't!"

Lena chuckled as Kara continued to list all the sweets she liked. But the list was endless, so eventually she cut in. "Okay, Sweet-tooth. Who do you look up to the most?"

"Alex. She's the best person I know. Even if she does try and steal my potstickers!"

"You're very close to her," Lena observed. "And it's obvious she loves you."

"We’ve grown close over the years. I wouldn’t be half the person I am today without her support."

"I understand that feeling," Lena admitted. "When I was first adopted by the Luthors, I adored Lex. He was my best friend. And when he showed his true colours, I was crushed. I had to learn to protect myself. Believe me, I hate what he became; but I always hoped one day he'd be my older brother again."

Lena blinked the tears back, moving on before any more unwanted vulnerabilities could present themselves. "Anyway, I have one more question for you-"

"Hang on! I didn't ask all of my questions!"

"Actually, you did, after that interrogation on potstickers."

Kara scoffed, folding her arms and flashing Lena her best puppy dog pout.

"Oh, don't think that'll work on me, darling." Lena gestured to Kara's pout with a smug smile and continued. "Okay, last question: What is one thing you desire in a partner?"

Kara gulped, unsure of how to respond to such a bold question. Lena started to retract her question, but then Kara was answering with such certainty, nothing else mattered.

"The person must have a good heart. It doesn't matter if they try to hide it, or if they don't think they don't… I'll know."

Kara's words were all Lena could think about as they walked back through the castle after dark. Kara talked a mile a minute, rambling about her friends and where they all hung out. Lena hummed in response, simply enjoying how her hand fit perfectly in Kara's, or observing the little ticks that made Kara unique. How Kara aimlessly swung their arms as they walked together, or how her eyes lit up when she talked about her friends. How Kara practically skipped when she walked, or how every now and then she'll stop to check that Lena was okay. Or how she’d slow her usually fast walk to match Lena's pace.

They stopped outside the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room, hand in hand despite the fact that there was no one else around.

"Thank you for walking me back, Lena."

"What kind of fake girlfriend would I be if I didn't? Think of what Mon-Ale would say."

Lena smirked as Kara rolled her eyes. "You know that's not his name."

"Oh, I know. I just love how rattled he gets when I get it wrong."

Kara couldn’t help but laugh, thinking it sounded like something Alex would do.

"I should let you go."

Kara's face fell slightly when Lena released her hand, though she tried not to seem too disappointed at the loss. She watched as Lena smiled one last time, before moving to leave. Panic set in, and suddenly she was running after the girl, calling her back.

"Lena, wait!"

Lena spun around, looking up at Kara with concern. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just... I forgot to ask if you were free on Saturday? I'm going into Hogsmeade with Alex, Winn and James, and I... I wondered if you would want to join us?"

For the first time, Lena was the one who blushed, her eyes widening in surprise as she comprehended exactly what that could mean.

"Kara I-"

"I know it's really random, but I figured that would be the perfect time to tell them... to tell them about us. If they think we're dating, it’ll be a lot easier to convince people that we didn't just make it up."

"Right, of course. That makes sense. I'll be there." Lena forced a smile as Kara continued.

"But... I don't want you to think that's the only reason I'm inviting you. I... I really liked our fake date today, and I know my friends will all really like you once they see how sweet and caring you are. You're my friend, Lena, and I meant what I said earlier. I want to be someone you can trust."

Lena's smile felt instantly more genuine as she nodded. Leaning in to place a chaste kiss on the corner of Kara's lips, she whispered, "I'll be there."

She pulled back with a grin, and started to walk away, feeling victorious when she saw the dreamy look on Kara’s face. Just as she was about to round the corner, she turned to call back to the other girl. "Goodnight, Kara." And with another smile, she was gone.

It was a few minutes later, when Kara finally stopped running her fingers over the spot Lena had kissed, that she realised Lena had left. Smiling to herself, she walked back to her common room, whispering a soft response of "Goodnight, Lena," before her thoughts drifted back to the Slytherin she was falling for.

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