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lasquadrasfuckhouse · 3 years

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hello I am back with a request if that’s ok with you q w q ) for la squadra with scenario-hc’s with their s/o taking care of them ( can go nsfw if you’d like but for now sfw thoughts ) as much as I love them taking care of their s/o I love when the roles are switched. Can be injured or other— but the goal is to make them feel safe and loved for as much as possible, like my other ask tender emotional moments are my jam. If find the muse for it 💖 if not that’s completely ok too. Pls & thnk u 🥰

ALWAYS OKAY W/ ME I LOVE SEEING U IN MY ASKBOX!!!! it's tendie hours 😍

taking care of la squadra 😌

risotto ✂️

it isn't easy to get risotto to relax, he's a workaholic. sit on him and give him a Look that you're not moving and neither is he, and he'll be so charmed that he'll relent.

he's also more used to taking care of people than being taken care of, so it's a bit of an adjustment to sit on his ass for a few days until he's recovered from the worst of whatever injury/illness he's got, but he finds himself getting like, quietly kind of emotional about it. he hasn't allowed himself to be cared for in a long time and he expresses that to you, and how much he appreciates and loves you.

he finds he really enjoys the opportunity to relax, cause yeah he's under the weather but at least he can chill for a bit. and he'd very much love to chill with you if you have the time. quiet cuddles or existing comfortably in the same space will have him feeling very cozy, loved, and rested. kiss him on the forehead to remind him that he is soft and precious and he'll want to snuggle you all day with a little smile on his face.

prosciutto 🚬

also not used to being taken care of. he'll be grumpy and try to micromanage the house from his bed at first (and you probably banished him to bed because he wasn't getting any rest on the couch). he relaxes when he wants to!!!! remind him that he needs time to recover and he's only human, and you promise the house won't fall apart without him. not only is he soft for you but he trusts you completely, so he relaxes.

he might be a bit restless, but set him up with a book and he'll be good. you may even take on prosciutto-like mannerisms in his place, like shushing the others if they're being too noisy. if he overhears you insisting on peace and quiet so he can rest, he'll smile to himself.

what really gets him and lets him know he's loved is taking over what he usually does while he rests, like folding his laundry and putting it away in the order he likes. and if you initiate the classic forehead touch with a smile and tell him to chill so he can get better, he'll gladly lay around all day thinking of you.

pesci 🎣

he tries to power through it but no honey you need to rest. give him puppy eyes and say you really want him to relax and get better, and he'll do it for you. he will get SO better for his babe just u see!!!!

he's also kind of glad for the chance to have downtime tho, even tho he's typically eager to help and stuff. he just wishes he didn't feel like ass. cheer him up with lots of cuddles and quiet relaxing things u can do together and he'll feel loads better!!!

he may feel kind of bad at first like oh no he doesn't want to bother u. but reassure him that he is never a bother, u love him and love being with him and that doesn't change when he's under the weather. he will accept that and thank u wholeheartedly for taking care of him

formaggio 🧀

milks it for all its worth. OOOH BABE IM IN SO MUCH PAAAIN PLEASE HOLD MEEE 😩 if he's feeling like shit at least he's gonna get cuddles out of it

would love nothing more than to snuggle up and watch stupid movies with you all day. he may just cling to you if you try to get up and insists that someone else can fetch you both dinner/blankets/etc instead. you're his best medicine!!! his comfort!!!! do not seperate!!!!!

but he is a sucker for a home cooked meal. even if you go for a bit, if you come back with something u made urself, even if it's not the most amazing display of chef skills, he'll be falling all over himself with how much he loves you because you put love and effort into something to make him feel better

illuso ✨

one of the WORST when he gets sick or injured because he just complains and lays on the pity party even more than formaggio. everything sucks!!! woe is illuso!!!! he needs ur healing kisses!!!!!

he definitely goes into the mirror world to rest b/c he needs peace and quiet or he'll get cranky. but he will bring u ofc. not just to be pampered either he's just cozy and happy in ur company

lavishing him in attention aside, what will REALLY tug on his heart is taking initiative to take care of him, like asking first how he's feeling, bringing an extra blanket cause you know he likes to have a pile of them, offering to very gently brush his hair. just like, little genuine attentive things. it may get him blushing

melone 🍈

very practical about it, there's that whole thing of 'people with medical backgrounds are the worst patients for one reason or another' but he doesn't try to take shortcuts with the rest he knows he needs and he's very polite and patient with asking for/instructing on what he needs

he's great at finding ways to entertain himself so no worries in that regard. if he's worried about getting you sick he may actually discourage cuddles for once in his life but otherwise he'd love to snuggle up to his babe all day

he'd honestly just feel really comforted if you told him all about your day and shared cool things with him or the classic 'i saw this and thought of you' he'll be 😍

ghiaccio ❄️

EXTRA grumpy when he's uncomfortable or in pain and unable to work his energy out. he's very active, so his body (or you) making him sit on his ass when he doesn't want to will leave him very prickly even though logically he knows it's for the best.

he'll generally want his space but then have bouts of feeling very cuddly. picture him cocooned in blankets with only the top half of his face visible and his general grumpy glower relaxes as u massage his scalp like calming an angry cat.

he'll be very thankful for everything you do, including kissing his cheeks or leaving him to chill with some water and a book or shushing the others if they're being too rowdy. but he'll be extra super thankful and soft if you bundle him up and go for a walk with him around the block just to stretch his legs and get some fresh air cause you know how much he hates sitting around.

sorbet and gelato 🔪🍦

if one of them is under the weather, the house gets a brief respite from their antics cause you and the other one are there to entertain them and curb their restlessness. if they're both sick/injured, good fucking luck because their boredom will feed off each other and it will be a nightmare.

sorbet likes to chill but he always needs new surroundings. he'll want to stay on the couch to at least observe the house's regular chaos but if you (and maybe gelato) see that he's not getting enough rest you will have to literally drag him into your bedroom because 1) he's not letting go of his entertainment that easily 2) it's fun to watch you struggle. he is devising every way to cause problems on purpose without moving around too much

gelato HATES sitting still so he is slowly going insane and he will let you know it. get him a big stack of movies, let him have free reign of the tv, play cards with him etc if you know what's good for the whole house because otherwise he won't stay in bed or he'll do shit like scream for help just to see you rush in and then grin and be like oh nvm babe im fine :)

you thought they were a handful together regularly? HAH. when they're sick or injured together they enable each other even more than usual. you are the only one capable of placating them, enjoy being squished between your two extremely cuddly boyfriends.

cuddles and kisses and loving attention always make them feel better, a surefire way to get them to actually rest is by snuggling them. but even if you do go for a bit, what brightens them up is hearing about all the new happenings on base or this cute dog you saw or if you bring them new snacks every day or try making something different for dinner. like, not just to placate them, but cause you know they're bored and uncomfortable and you want to cheer them up, that's what gets them. and then they'll pull you down and hold you for the rest of the night.

#THIS WAS CUTE THANK U FOR THE ASK!!!!!#la squadra #la squadra x reader #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #illuso #melone #ghiaccio #sorbet #gelato #vento aureo #ask

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roll-da-credits · 3 years

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His Biggest Regret -Bakugou Katsuki x Reader-

Word count: 2.28k

After cracking down a big mafia operation on the other side of the globe, the entire alumni’s of UA’s 1st year finally gets together. The festive situation didn’t sit right with Bakugou who felt the overwhelming longing of someone he couldn’t have anymore.

!Warning!:

Mentions of death, mentions of injury, I think that’s it?

A/n: I honestly felt sad writing this haha, I’m kind of proud of it? Editting it was a hassle tho. Anyways, hope ya’ll enjoy some Bakugou (or Bakugo however you want to spell it) angst.

“Congrats Kacchan!!!” Deku playfully slaps the back of his childhood friend.

His smile was bigger than ever. Around Bakugou was his former classmates all talking away in their own little space.

It's been a long time since they all got together since their graduation. Every time anyone tried to plan anything, at least one of them couldn’t make it. But after a big takedown on a pesky Mafia group on the other side of the globe, they all agreed to take a break and celebrate.

The mastermind of the entire operation was the number 1 hero himself, Katsuki Bakugou. “Without you, I don’t think we’d be able to crack the operation.” Kirishima walked over to them with an equally bright smile.

“Tsk, of course! You extras would’ve gotten nowhere without me!!!” The group laughed together.

Some things just never change when it comes to their anger issues ridden former classmate.

“Then I shall make a toast!” Iida spoke loud enough to make sure everyone heard his voice. Everyone nodded and raised a glass. “To Bakugou, for cracking the mystery of Banana Fish.”

“And to all of us who worked together to finally end Golzine’s reign.” With that, everyone cheered and took a sip from whatever drinks they were holding.

Soon enough, endless chatter filled the entire room.

Smiles, laughter, and giggles could be heard from any point of the room. Old friends reconciling with each other. Old lovers mending their relationships. And old enemies finally apologizing.

It felt foreign to Bakugou.

Not the fact that they were all getting along. It wasn’t that.

It was the fact that everyone knew they were missing someone incredibly important.

They weren’t here right now.

He observed the private club with a keen eye. There were bottles of random drinks on almost every table, shot glasses also littered there.

His former classmates were always responsible drinkers. But today, they took shots after shots. Bottle after bottle.

Even Iida seemed to always have a different drink in his hand every time Bakugou would glance over.

He knew; it wasn’t to celebrate. It was to make sure everyone was too tipsy to say anything that would ruin the mood. It was to make sure that no one brought ‘them’ up.

Afterall, their busy schedules weren’t the only thing that stopped them from getting back together and hanging out.

They held fear in their eyes any time the thought of getting together would cross their minds. The thought of having to come face to face with their greatest failure as a hero, friend, and classmate.

Bakugou knew the feeling all too well.

When he was alone, there were plenty of things he could do to prevent his mind from wandering too far. But whenever he’d come across Deku or Shoto in missions or patrol.

If he were to strike a conversation, there’d always be a small silence that would almost always lead to them bringing up the topic of ‘them’.

“Heyyyy bakubrooo you should relax, you seem a little tense!!!” Kirishima’s words slurred.

It was close to 2 am, the party had already died down a little bit.

Some of his more responsible friends are already long gone. Leaving behind either the ones who are passed out or waiting for their ride.

“Get that shit away from me shitty hair!” He huffed and pushed the half full bottle of some random alcohol his friend tried to hand to him.

“Oh, come one number one. You should loosen up!!! You looked more angry than usual this entire time!!!” Kirishima sat down on the couch beside Bakugou with a loud thud.

“I mean, doesn’t the number one hero deserve a break every once in a while? You deserve it Bakubro. You cracked this giant case!!! Without you, that guy with the purple mohawk could’ve died.”

Kirishima laughed, reminiscing all the sleepless nights he and Bakugou would spend just doing research and trying to gain information from anywhere they could.

He took another swig from the half-emptied bottle, “I don’t deserve the number one spot dumbass.”

Bakugou muttered barely above a whisper.

Even though Kirishima was beyond wasted, the fact that his usually guarded friend suddenly opened up sobered him. “Hey, don’t be like that Bakubro. I’m sure they’d want you to be happy.”

Kirishima tried his best to comfort his friend, to no avail.

“I’m going home.” Bakugou suddenly stood up. “Don’t drive dumbass.” With that he walked to leave the club and to his car, hearing Kirishima yell his response. “Got it!!!”

When he got home, he quickly changed out of the annoyingly formal attire, back to his normal everyday attire. A black tank top and sweatpants.

Bakugou fell onto his bed with a small thud, a sigh of exhaustion left his lips. “Damn shitty hair talking about shit that shouldn’t be talked about.”

There was an unspoken rule amongst anyone who knew the alumni’s situation.

Don’t talk about them, you’ll regret it.

After tossing and turning around, Bakugou realized. He couldn’t sleep.

“Fuck.”

It wasn’t a normal sight to see the hero not being able to sleep. He was so strict about his sleeping schedules too. But his mind can’t seem to leave what Kirishima said.

“I’m sure they’d want you to be happy.”

Who does Kirishima think he was? Talking about them like that. Who knows what they’d think of him right now? He broke his promise to always protect them. To always be by their side.

His head looked to the right. A bedside cabinet made out of wood, stood. Devoid of any decor and just with a single compartment.

A single object lies within that cabinet.

His mind argued with each other, debating whether or not to open it.

“Fuck it!”

If he regretted this decision, he’d deal with that later.

Sitting up on the side of his bed he looked solemnly towards the cabinet.

A shaking hand opened the compartment.

There was a single photo frame, the photo side facing down instead of up.

Before he could back down, he took the frame and flipped it to see the photo.

The photo gleamed at him. It was a pitiful reminder.

Overwhelming sadness and anger filled him, when he looked at the picture. Anger, frustration, longingness, sadness, it all came crashing down.

Before he knew it, stray tears fell from his eyes.

The photo was the last photo he ever took together with his high school sweetheart. The love of his life. The person he promised to marry one day. It was the last photo he ever took with you before the world took you away.

Before those villains attacked UA whilst he was in his 3rd year.

It was before he lost the most important person to a villain.

The battlefield was a mess. It had ended but it was still a mess. Random debris scattered around. Some of his classmates and other students from other classes were injured and bloody.

Most of the league had gone with Shigaraki through Kurogiri’s portal, but there’s no telling if someone had stayed. Especially that specific villain with an invisibility quirk.

He had proven to be a rather difficult enemy because of his quirk, but realizing he was outnumbered, he hadn’t showed himself at all. No one saw him walk through Kurogiri’s portal either.

Bakugou shoved that concern to the back of his mind, he had other things to concern himself over. One of the biggest was, finding you.

He needed to apologize. The other night you and he got into a pretty big argument. All because of his anger issues and his pride.

But he couldn’t find you anywhere. Knowing your teleportation quirk.

You’d probably be helping other people around. Helping people deal with debris, transporting different things, and overall doing what you can to relieve any burdens from both the teachers and the students.

He wasn’t really focused on anything. He thought the battle was over. He just needed to find you.

He let his guard down.

He didn’t notice the invisible villain appearing once more to stab him from behind.

He didn’t notice until it was too late.

An ear-splitting scream broke the relatively quiet mood. He knew that scream.

He knew that voice.

His head snapped to the back and everything seemed to have slowed.

He remembered the panic and fear in your eyes. When he noticed the blade embedded in your heart, anger covered his senses.

Another yell resonated in the air. This time it was his own.

Bakugou’s hand went to the villain’s face and blasted them to somewhere he couldn’t even bother to care.

His arms caught your limp body from falling to the cold ground.

The world seemed to turn gray around him. The only thing he could see was your figure on his arms.

Blood pooling from your wound.

The anger that he felt just moments before was quickly replaced by fear.

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT DUMBASS?!” the people around him froze.

You tried to mutter enough energy to at least say a word. Just a single word. “Sorry.” Your voice came in stutters. Followed by a cough of blood.

He felt your body in his hands growing heavier, your hand on his cheek fell to the ground.

“DUMBASS WAKE UP!!!” he didn’t know if it was the shock of the surprise attack or the fear that made his voice crack. “WAKE UP OR I’LL NEVER COOK YOU FOOD AGAIN.”

Your eyes were wide open, but they were cold, empty, unresponsive.

He let tears flow down freely. Now clutching your body against his chest.

“No please.” He wrapped his arms around your body one arm below the stab and another from the bottom, above the stab. “Please teddy bear. I’m sorry ok? I’m sorry. This is enough payback for the shit I said to you last night. So please ok? Please wake up.”

A few of your classmates already a sobbing mess on the ground.

“Please teddy bear, the prank is over. Please… wake up…” Kirishima’s hand on his shoulder broke his trance.

He looked up at his standing friend.

Kirishima saw the sight of his usual angry, stubborn, brave friend, turn weak. Tears were already pouring from Kirishima’s eyes. But he needed to be strong.

It wasn’t his place to breakdown when his best friend had lost the only person who was brave enough of taking the challenge of calming the beast.

“I’m sorry Bakubro.” Kirishima shook his head.

That was the thing that made Bakugou finally realize, you were gone. He screamed up to the sky, cursing whatever God had decided you’d sacrifice your own life for his. He was frustrated he couldn’t protect you.

Kirishima looked around, and he saw how much his classmates cared about him.

No one dared to move or utter a sound above a stifle of cries. No one knew how to react. For the first time in UA history, a student has died in the school’s premise. And that student, was you.

Though Kirishima couldn’t see all of his classmates. He was sure they’d be equally as devastated to hear what had happened. You were such an important part in their lives. To have yours be stripped away that easily was shocking.

You were a ball of sunshine that brought joy no matter what you were feeling or where you were.

But now you lie on the ground, cold.

That night, the entire class was reminded of the hard truth of being as self-sacrificing as you were. You’d sacrifice your sleep to tutor Denki. You’d sacrifice resting your aching muscles just to make everyone’s favourite dishes for dinner.

Now, you’ve sacrificed your life for your lover’s.

He wiped the clear frame from dust and took a closer look at it.

You took it the morning before the argument. It was breakfast and for some reason, you were awake as early as him, for the first time in forever.

You had one of your arms around his torso, hugging him from behind. A bright smile decorated your face as you looked at the camera. Bakugou on the other hand looked to the side with a scowl on his face.

He remembered, after taking that photo. You kissed his cheek and uttered a sweet good morning before making your own breakfast. You didn’t miss the pink hue that decorated his cheeks. Your teasing giggles filled the room.

God, the things he’d give up just to hear your giggles again.

“You’ll never get hurt as long as I’m around.”

“Shut up dumbass, you won’t get hurt. I’ll protect you.”

“I won’t let anyone harm you.”

Those were just some promises he had made to himself and to you.

But now, here he was regretting the fact that his very last conversation with you was a useless back and forth of insults.

If he could turn back time and sacrifice himself, he would.

Bakugou placed the frame down and opened his phone, hoping for some sort of distraction. He wasn’t ready to completely face it yet. Though, everything online only fuelled his self-loathing

There were articles everywhere about how the number one hero Ground Zero otherwise known as Katsuki Bakugou, had saved the lives of thousands of people by cracking a giant drug market.

They all praised him. They all agreed he deserved the spot.

But did he really?

He didn’t think that such a title can be for him. Someone who broke all the promises he ever made to you.

How could he be the number one hero when the only person who was able to control him whilst loving him unconditionally died because of him.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #mha x reader #mha #mha angst #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo angst #bakugou angst #bakugou x you

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baejl · 4 years

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three chicken?

ateez 9th member au

moon telling the boys about her injury and someone doesn’t like it

masterlist ☾ requests are open feedback is always important to me!

"GUYS, DINNER IS READY!"

Moon screamed from the kitchen. In a question of seconds, eight boys started running to the kitchen.

Today was the day she was finally telling the boys what her injury really was and she was starting to realise the severity of that. Not that she didn't before, she knew that was a serious thing, but now, finally telling them was bringing her back to the reality.

She begged to the managers to at least, let her complete the monthly schedule and go to the Music Bank and they only agreed if she also promised that she'd tell the boys. Otherwise, they would tell them themselves.

When they got in the kitchen and saw the all fried chicken buckets and soda, they started to laugh. Of course Moon wouldn't cook for them.

"I knew you were ordering something!" Mingi said pointing at her.

"You really made me stop my game to eat fried chicken?" Wooyoung teased her doing a disgusted face while he extended his arm to grab some chicken.

Moon grasped and took the chicken out of his hand. "You're not eating."

"Just kidding." he said smiling at her and sitting between Yunho and Yeosang.

She watched them eating and talking while standing up at the end of the table, trying to get some motivation to finally tell them. Moon opened and closed her mouth for a couple of times trying to get the right way of getting their attention.

"Have you heard Stray Kids' new song?" Yunho asked scrolling down his phone. "It's so good."

"Hmm," Jongho said with a full mouth. "God's Menu, right?"

"Jeongin looks so different." Hongjoong said laughing. "I was kinda surprised when I saw him at the Music Bank."

"I can only remember of Jisung falling!" San said with a smirk on the face.

The boys started to laugh and Moon was just static. When they realised the girl's reaction, they quickly stopped laughing.

"Moon," she heard Seonghwa calling her. "sit down. You're not eating?"

She hesitated for some seconds until she forced a smile and nodded.

"Actually," she swallowed. "I need to tell you guys something."

All the boys inside the kitchen frowned at her tone, she had never talked like this all these years. Hongjoon got up from his seat and walked at the girl.

"What's happening Moon?" he asked. "Sit down."

"No," she chuckled. "I'm fine, is just that... You guys remember that day I went to the hospital because of the cramp and stuff?"

"Yes.." they mumbled.

She tried to talk but the big knot growing on her throat was making that even harder than it was. She wouldn't be able to tell it looking to their faces so she turned her back on them.

"Moon," Wooyoung gave a sad laugh. "you're scaring us."

She took a deep breath.

"Ican'tdanceforthreemonths." she quickly said.

"What?" San asked.

"You want three chicken?" Yeosang asked laughing. "You can have an entire bucket if that's the case. You only need to ask."

"No guys," Yunho said, visibly sad. "She said she can't dance for three months."

"Moon," Hongjoong called her and put a hand on her shoulder. "is this true?"

Avoiding to look at him, she felt her chin quivering and nodded.

"How tho?" Seonghwa asked confused. "It's been like two weeks since you went to the hospital."

"You know this since two weeks ago?" Hongjoong asked her and she nodded.

"Don't be mad at me..." Moon murmured.

Hongjoong breathed hard while the other boys looked at each other without knowing exactly how to react to that. Seonghwa and Jongho were already injured, having one more member out of the schedule would be a total mess.

"That's what you told Bee on the Music Bank..." San said linking the points. "I thought it was because of you seeing Lucas."

"I didn't want to worry you." Moon said turning at them and not even caring about crying. "These last months have been so hard for us because of me. The thing with Lucas and now this. I'm so sorry for causing trouble. I'll totally understand if you guys don't want me on the group anymore..." she sobbed.

"No, no, no." Yunho got up and hugged the girl. "Moonie, this isn't your fault, neither of things are your fault. You couldn't predict the future."

"But telling us two weeks after the injury and keeping practising as if nothing was wrong was irresponsible." Hongjoong cut him off. "I was at the hospital with you, why didn't you tell me?"

"Hongjoong," Seonghwa called him out. "this is not the right time for that."

"No?" Hongjoong said, with a smirk on his face. "Then when? When she's about to agonize on the floor in pain once again?"

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want this to happen." Moon said, letting go of Yunho's arm. "I'm sorry, oppa."

Hongjoong buffed and ran a hand through his now, blue hair.

The other seven boys - except Seonghwa - knew that, whenever Moon and Hongjoong were fighting, they just had to let them fight. They were best friends, almost siblings, they didn't last more than five minutes without talking to each other.

At least, that was what they were hoping for.

"What exactly do you have?" he asked, finally looking at her.

"Herniated disc." Moon said at the same tone. "The doctor said that if I start the treatment now, within three months I'm allowed to dance."

"He said that two weeks ago, Eunji!" Hongjoong raised his tone at her.

Moon flinched. He had never, ever, raised his voice at her. Actually, no one has ever raised a voice to her, and he wouldn't be the first one.

"Look, Hongjoong." Moon said with a firm tone, cleaning some tears that insisted on falling. "I'm sorry if I didn't want to tell you that I have a fucking problem on my back one week before the Music Bank, I thought it'd be easier to keep the pain for a little bit longer instead of cancelling something we have been working our asses to. If the fact that I'm injury really matter to you, try to help me instead of trying to turn the tables and make me feel guilty for this. If I want to hear someone saying that half of the bad things that happen on the band is my fault, I can only open the twitter."

They faced each other for a couple of seconds.

"Hey guys," San said getting in the middle of them. "let's talk like civilized humans. The chicken is tasting so good. I bet we'll be a lot more relaxed after eating."

"I'm calling the company." Hongjoong said before storming out of the kitchen, aggressively banging the door of his room.

When he was out of her sigh, Moon sat on the chair and let herself cry as much as she wanted to, feeling all the burden leaving her shoulder.

"I'll go talk to him..." Seonghwa warned before leaving the table.

"It's okay, Moon." Jongho said, sitting closer to her and putting his arm over her shoulder. "I know how you're feeling."

"Here," Wooyoung handed her a chicken and a cup of soda. "Eat it. You'll be better."

"Thanks guys.." she sobbed and bitted her chicken.

"By the way," Yeosang said. "I don't think Seonghwa hyung liked your language."

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hereticpriest · 4 years

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Social Media Drabbles

Sero’s brows furrowed as a notification popped up on his phone, but he smiled when he noticed it was only that a TikTok had been uploaded by a friend. He flicked it open lazily with his thumb while chugging a bit of his recovery drink, and nearly spat the drink out when the video began to play.

Bakugo Katsuki, also known as Ground Zero, was cooking in a brightly lit kitchen. The camera was set up in one corner of the room, seemingly propped up on a shelf. He wore a black crop top advertising the hero Augment, a pair of low-slung grey sweatpants, and a white apron. The hero was tossing vegetables in a large pan, and he paused for a moment to shout over his shoulder -

“Babe, do you want food?”

The song ‘My Type’ by Saweetie began to play as the hero added a splash of oil to the pan and began to stir. A woman with pink roots and white hair danced into the room in a pair of skin-tight leggings and an oversized Red Riot t-shirt. She gave a couple of twerk-like movements while grinning and gesturing to the blond in front of her, then danced her way over to him and began pelvic thrusting barely an inch from his back while lip-syncing the song. A scowl marred Bakugo’s face as he turned to see what she was up to, sensing her presence even though he didn’t hear her. His whole act was softened by the fact that he didn’t even try to push his girlfriend away, even when her hips ground into his ass. A white hearing aid was visible in his right ear when he turned his head to look at her.

“You’re a fucking gremlin. Offer you food and you start humping my leg.”

The woman gasped, then punched her boyfriend directly in the left ass cheek before the video cut out and replayed.

@therealAugment 08-04

Stupidly hot? Check. Tsundere? Check. Chef of my dreams? Check!

#thatsmytype #groundzero #augment

Sero stared in a sort of awed horror, tapped the like button, then sent the video to one of his many groupchats with his old UA classmates.

ZerotoSero: http://vm.tiktok.com/b2k3mzc

ZerotoSero: Why ru coming for my brand Kei?

PikaPika: The fuck? What kind of loser gets mad at his gf for grinding on his ass?

Gremlin: IKR? My phenomenal sense of humour is wasted on this man

RedRiot: K but that ass punch looked like it hurt

ZerotoSero: Well deserved

PikaPika: Where the lie tho?

Splodeyboi: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU NERDS

Splodeyboi: Who tf changed my nickname in chat?!@

Gremlin: Who tf doesn’t know how to use his phone?

Splodeyboi: I’m going to WRECK YOU

Gremlin: Promise?

PikaPika: Oop

Pinky: I left you idiots alone for five damn minutes...

~+~

Mina let out an excited giggle when a notification popped up mid-way through an intensive scrolling session on Instagram. She opened up her Snapchat and tapped on the unread message. Keiko was sprawled out over Bakugo’s lap, her cheek pressed to his shoulder and a hand tracing the column of his neck. The blond was clearly invested in the movie they were watching, as he didn’t react much when Keiko nipped at his jaw.

“I look intimidating until I smile check.” She sang, pressing her lips to his cheek, then blowing a raspberry right below his ear with her nose pressed against his hearing aid. Bakugo laughed and smushed his hand in her face, pushing her away so he could dive in to bite and kiss at her neck. Keiko giggled wildly, nearly dropping her phone before she could turn the video off.

“Fuck, those losers are so damn cute.” Mina said with a soft sigh, sending back a stream of coloured hearts in the chat.

~+~

“Aw damn it!” Kaminari dropped his controller in his seat as he stood up, brushing himself down exasperatedly, “I’m gonna get a drink. S’your turn Kiri.”

“Can you grab me a beer?” Kirishima requested, picking up the controller and flopping down on the abandoned armchair. Kaminari waved a hand in acknowledgement as he headed into the kitchen. Keiko pouted at the sight of him, putting down the bowl of diced tomatoes she’d been about to mix into a dip she was making. An answering pout from Kaminari had her opening her arms and hugging the hero as he shuffled in to cuddle her.

“You okay Pikachu?” Keiko asked in her poutiest baby voice. He gave her a little whine and a pout, drawing a soft ‘Tch’ from her, followed by a laugh.

“You’re becoming more and more like your boyfriend.”

“Am I? I didn’t think Katsu would hug you. Do you guys cuddle often? Can I join in? Go on, sparkplug. I’ll bring out some beers and some chips n’ dip.” Keiko promised.

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Sarcasm queen.”

Kaminari headed into the living room again and collapsed in a chair, watching as Kirishima and Bakugo tried to find and kill eachother in the game. Keiko soon joined them with a six pack, a bowl of homemade tortilla chips, and a bowl of a homemade salsa-esque dip. She laid everything out on the table, popping the caps on three beers and setting them out for the boys. Kaminari tried to yank Keiko into his lap to distract Bakugo via jealousy, but Keiko dodged his hands easily and headed down the hall to her bedroom to grab a hoodie. Bakugo’s hoodie, of course. Kaminari was on his phone when Keiko came back into the room, circling the wooden dining chair Bakugo was sitting on. He quickly began to film as Keiko eyed her boyfriend for a moment from the side, then carefully slid into his lap facing him, snuggled tight up to his chest.

Bakugo grunted but didn’t protest, simply adjusting his arms around her so he could continue playing his game. Keiko hummed happily, nuzzling her face into his neck and letting her arms rest around his shoulders loosely. When he won, the blond leaned over to put the controller down on the table and replaced it with one of the opened beers, his hand grasping Keiko’s bum to keep her from sliding down his thighs when he leaned forwards. He swigged from the beer while Keiko barely even reacted to the movement, just kissed her boyfriend’s throat as he drank. Kaminari snickered, zooming in on his hand on her butt, then gasping as it gave a squeeze. He flicked the camera up to Bakugo’s smirking face, crimson eyes fixed on the camera.

“Shit.”

The video was later sent to Keiko and Bakugo, and the only reason he didn’t get murdered was Keiko insisting the video was adorable. Keiko trimmed out the ‘butt grab zoom’ and posted the video to Instagram, tagging Kaminari as ‘the creeper with the camera’ just to make him laugh.

~+~

The notification light flickered on Kirishima’s phone, so he dropped the weights he was lifting and grabbed his phone and water bottle to take a quick break. He squirted some of the water on his face, then downed the rest of the bottle before finally unlocking his phone.

Precious: Eiji-boo!!! Honey, come visit us! I wanna film a tiktok with you.

Precious: Have you seen the one I posted with Katsu?

Eiji: I haven’t! I’ll watch it on the way over.

Precious: See you soon Eiji! I won’t tell Katsu, he’ll be so happy to see you

Precious: You know, in his way.

Kirishima smiled, heading to the locker room to get changed and shower, but pulling up TikTok on his phone on the way. He opened Keiko’s page and grinned at the sight of her latest videos. A good half of her videos were dance videos, and the other half consisted of her pissing off her boyfriend to varying degrees. Bakugo didn’t use social media much, but he had Keiko to manage his public image with his PR rep, so he didn’t really need to. Kirishima liked that Keiko always respected Bakugo’s boundaries with what she posted or sent to them. He’d seen her record a video, show Bakugo, notice he didn’t like it and immediately delete it. It wasn’t often, however. The blond hero seemed to have endless levels of patience with his girlfriend’s antics. It seemed Keiko was the only person he had any sort of patience for.

The most recent video began with Bakugo lifting weights. Music played in the background as he bent over to pick up a weight, and as the music began to crescendo, Keiko darted onto the screen and slapped both of Bakugo’s asscheeks in time with the two claps in the music. She tried to run away after, but Bakugo caught her ankle and yanked her back to him, pinning her to the floor. The screen went black, then came back with the music repeating. Bakugo was shirtless now, and doing pull-ups in a doorway. Keiko watched him shamelessly, standing when he dropped back to the ground. She approached Bakugo, her posture and the sway to her hips saying he was about to be a very happy man. She slowly skimmed her hands over his stomach, leaning in for a brief kiss, then slapping his pecs in time with the claps in the music once again. She didn’t even have a chance to try and run. Bakugo picked her up and slammed her up against the wall, her legs around his waist and her wrists in his hands. The video ended there, and Kirishima was finally able to breathe. If anyone else had ever done that to Bakugo, he was sure they’d be murdered. He remembered (mostly fondly) when Kaminari and Sero went through their ‘fuck with Bakugo’ phase, and the many nurse office trips that resulted in.

~+~

It’s Present Mic who shows Aizawa the video. The Instagram video is exceptionally popular, but Aizawa wasn’t really a social media guy, so he never would’ve seen it otherwise. It starts a trend that is now blowing up, and Mic admits that he’s already filmed a response video. Of course he has. Dork.

It opens with Keiko on a flat grey background. She’s wearing her hero costume without her gloves, but the heavy scarring on her hands is obvious. As is the fact that she can’t close her hands fully.

“I am Augment, the unyielding hero. I have permanent damage in my hands from backlash of my quirk. I will never again be able to close my hands fully, or open them fully. My grip strength has also been reduced. My ability is not defined by my injury. I stand alongside the disabled, and those who have been permanently disfigured. Your disability does not define you. You too can be a hero.” Keiko offers a smile to the camera. Bakugo steps up beside her in his hero costume, his hearing aids clearly visible. He’s wearing his home ones, not the ones created as part of his hero costume. He swiftly fingerspells his hero name.

“I’m Ground Zero. I’m hard of hearing, but that hasn’t stopped me from being the number one hero, so you losers better step up too! Don’t let anyone tell you you can’t do something, or else you’re just as weak as they say you are!” Katsuki shouts and signs simultaneously. He tended towards simcom, and always had, even when the hearing loss was minimal.

“What Ground Zero means is that true weakness is giving up to fear, while true bravery is acknowledging fear and doing what needs be done regardless.” Keiko says, then gives the camera a peace sign, “Real heroes are defined by their heart, not their power!”

“Hey! That’s not what I said stupid woman!” Bakugo shouts, and the video ends. The comments are full of linked videos of other people saying the same sort of things. It swiftly has expanded to include mental illnesses, mental disabilities, addictions and personality issues.

After a ton of needling from Present Mic, Aizawa will eventually make one about the backlash of his own quirk. All of his previous students end up commenting on it, and Aizawa will forever deny crying over it.

#BNHA #boku no hero academia #prohero au #social media au #bakugo x oc #bakugo katsuki x oc #bakugo has hearing loss fight me #drabbles for days #mywriting

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disconnected

pairing: sebastian stan x reader [?]

wordcount: 1.5k

warning: language?

a/n: hey guys. i deleted the old fic because i fucked up. so i decided to write a different one. anyways, my tag list is open :>

perm. taglist: @berruneko09

“Shit. I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Groaning in pain, you tried to sit up. You reached for your forehead to try and check if there was any blood. Well, obviously there isn’t any but you didn’t want to take that chance. “Are you okay?” The man is now crouching infront of you trying to assess the situation.

“Yeah, I’m fine. My fault for sleeping on the hallway. I’m sorry.” You looked at your phone to check if there were any messages from your friend but so far nothing.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You looked at him and nodded. “All good, just waiting for my friend. I’m sorry again.” His blue eyes just looked at you. He was going to say something but he decided against it, grabbing the key that fell out of his pockets he stood up and went on his way.

You were tired, the flight to New York was 17 hours. And you weren’t able to sleep on the plane since the person beside you was a fan who wanted to know about your songwriting process. In all honesty, you didn’t think that anyone would even recognize you. When you told Ryan about it, he laughed and said Obviousy they’re gonna recognize you. You’re kind of famous, you know.

Peter, your friend who graciously offered you his apartment to stay at before you find a place where you’ll be able to settle down, was supposed to pick you up from the airport. But he hasn’t returned any of your calls, you didn’t have a key to his apartment and now you’re stuck in his hallway. Hoping that he would either, wake up or come home.

Learning from your mistake from earlier, you decided to lay your head agains the wall and not the door. You wouldn’t want any injuries since you don’t have that kind of money yet. You were trying so hard not to fall asleep when the man from earlier returned. He looked at you, concerned with the fact that you’re still in the hallway and you probably looked either like a serial killer or a homeless girl at that point.

“You’re still here.” he commented.

“Yeah, I don’t think my friend’s gonna come home or gonna wake up. So, I guess I’ll be sleeping on this hallway.” You mentally cursed Peter for being a piece of shit.

“Look,” the stranger said before he entered his apartment, “I have a guest room here. And, I really don’t want you to sleep on this hallway, you could stay there for the night if you want.” He smiled as he finished his offer.

“Are you sure?” you asked, hell you’re not going to argue now. You’re way to tired to think about the fact that he could be a serial killer or worse. When he nodded you immediately stood up and brushed you clothes. “I’m really sorry. It’s just, the hotels aren’t exactly cheap here. Just for tonight I promise.”

“No worries, it’s cool. Here, let me help you with your luggage.”

Being the gentleman that he is, he helped you settle in inside the guest room. The room was bigger than you expected and was much nicer than a motel you were planning on going to.

“If you ever need anything, I’m right next door. Go to sleep, and lock the door. You might not be comfortable staying in a place with a stranger.” You laughed when he told you that.

“Alright, I will. Lock your door too.” He placed a key on the table and smiled at you. “Hey stranger. Thank you.”

“It’s Sebastian. My name is Sebastian.”

“I’m Y/N. Thank you Sebby, can I call you Sebby? Sebastian is a mouthful.”

“Yes you can. Go sleep.” He said before closing the door, “Good night, Y/N. Sleep well.”

You woke up at 8 A.M. Deciding to do something good for Sebby, you got up and headed out into his kitchen to make some breakfast. He probably wouldn’t mind that you’re gonna cook breakfast. When you got out you were thankful that he wasn’t there. So you got to work. You make the best pancake in your family so you decided to make him one too. (Also, it was the only thing that you can make seeing as he doesn’t have that much of food in his fridge.)

It was around twenty minutes after when he walked out of his room. “Hey, what’re you doing?”

“Oh, shit.” you exclaimed when you heard his voice, “Sorry, I’m making you pancakes. As a thank you for letting me stay last night, or earlier. Sit down, I’m almost done.” And he did. You finished preparing the food on the plate so you took it to the table where Sebby was sitting patiently, waiting for the food.

“I don’t know how you liked your coffee in the morning, but here I hope you like this one.” You sat down on the seat opposite him and started to eat. The pancakes turned out nice in your opinion but of course, you still wanted to know if he liked it or not because if he didn’t that would’ve been embarrassing.

“This is awesome. I love it. I like the coffee too.” Your face lit up as soon as those words left his mouth “I haven’t had pancakes like these in years. I’ve never had a real breakfast here in my apartment since I don’t know, last year? I’ve always had take outs. Or cold pizza for breakfast.”

“That’s no way to live.” You commented.

“You were the one sleeping on the hallway last night, so I guess we’re even.” You laughed at his words, “So what’s your story? Why were you sleeping on the hallway last night?”

“Oh,” you took a sip of your coffee before answering him “Well, my friend Peter was supposed to pick me up from the airport and I was supposed to stay at his place until I find an affordable place in this city.”

“And that’s him, calling. Excuse me for a second.” You got up and walked towards the kitchen where your phone was.

“Peter. What the hell man?”

“Hey, I’m so sorry. But I kinda have a problem.”

“Does it involve me?”

“Yes. It does. It really really does.”

“Jesus please don’t tell me its about the apartment…”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Jessie’s parents are gonna be staying with us for six months and franklyjessiewantedtobreakupwithmewhenitoldherthatyouweregonnastayhere”

“What the fuck Peter. You should’ve told me. Goddamnit. Hotel is not on my budget. I haven’t even started looking for a place because you said I can stay with you for a week. Peter where the fuck am I supposed to sleep??”

“Your manager? Or some of your celebrity friends?”

“You know I can’t do th—“

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. Where did you stay last night? Maybe you cna stay tehre for the mean time.”

“No. No i can’t. I stayed with your neighbor last night. He offered me to stay on his spare room instead of sleeping on the hallway.”

“I don’t have a neighbor? Wait what floor are you on?”

“Fourth Floor. You said you lived on the fourth?”

“No…I said on the third. Right? Did I?”

“JESUS CHRIST YOU MADE ME CARRY MY LUGGAGE TO THE FOURTH FLOOR.”

“I’m really sorry. I’ll help you find an apartment tho. DOn’t worry— Shit I have to go. Jessie’s here.”

“Dont you dar—“

But the line went dead. YOu almost threw your phone out of frustration.

“That sounded bad.” Sebastian said as he walked to the kitchen with the plates on his hand. “Everything okay?”

Feeling tired and defeated, you sat down on the floor and pulled your hair out of frustration. “No, it’s not okay. Peter told me that he wouldn’t be able to let me stay in his apartment. Demoho, the hotels here are so fucking expensive, I can’t— I don’t know what to do.”

“Then stay here.” You looked up at him in shock. He too, was surprised by what he said. “I mean, you can stay here until you get a place of your own. No one uses the guest room.”

“Sebastian, you just met me.” He shrugged as if to say ‘So?’ “I could be a serial killer?”

“If you were one, I would’ve been dead by now.” He laughed and reached out his hand for you to take. “Come on. You need the place and, you’re cool.”

“You let people stay in your house because they’re cool?” You took his hand and stood up. “I mean, are you really sure that you would want that?”

“Yeah,” he said, crossing his arms towards his chest. “I wouldn’t offer if I don’t want it right?”

“alright, I will stay but I’ll be paying. How much will you be charging? Although, can it be in installment?”

“Well, how about for everyday that you’re here, you’re in charge of the food? You can cook right?”

Without hesitation you reached out your hand, and the moment your hands clasped together, the deal was made.

Next Chapter

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coffeeflavoredtearsold · 6 years

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Just You Wait Part 1

Yes, I know. Yet another fic. This was supposed to be a one-shot, but it started getting too long. Idk how long this will be, or how often updates will be, but I like how it looks right now. I just felt like writing and A/B/O fic.

Read it on AO3 HERE

Alexander let out a long huff as he plopped onto his lover’s couch. He loved the smell of his house. It smelled just like him. Blueberries and raspberries. “I’m telling you, Thomas, He’s going to find out one of these days, and that’s probably going to be the day Charles loses it.” He felt a dip in the couch and moved so his head was resting in Thomas’ lap.

“I know. I’m telling you, you should file for divorce and a restraining order. That way when he gets the papers for the divorce he can’t even come near you.” Alexander closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Thomas’ fingers running through his raven hair.

“You know it’s not that simple. He’s still technically my mate, which means it would be that much harder for everything to go through. Until I can get the Omega bill through and in place, I can’t even legally file for divorce!”

“You can always go talk to Washington. I’m sure he’d be able to get one to go through. He knows Lee as well. He’d seen how shitty he treats you.”

“I just hate this. Being treated like an object to society. Nobody cares about what I can do. All they care about is if I submit or not.” He shot up, arms flailing about. He felt Thomas wrap his arms around him, leaning into him with a sigh. “It’s not fair.”

“I know mon cher. But I’m telling you. At least try to talk to Washington. He really might be able to help your situation here.” Alexander closed his eyes once again.

“Fine. We’ll talk to Washington tomorrow. Get it over with.” He felt Thomas kiss the back of his neck, nuzzling his scent glands, seeming to bask in the small mewl it pulled from the omega.

“That's all I can ask my love.” Alexander turned around to kiss the alpha, settling himself so he was straddling him. Thomas ran his hands over Alexander's sides, sliding underneath his shirt.

“Love you,” Alexander mumbled against Thomas’ lips.

“Love you too dear.”

---

Alexander awoke the next morning with dread in the pit of his stomach. He knew Charles was going to flip out on him for not coming home the night before. No. He was going to solve that problem. He wasn’t going to let himself get beat around like that anymore. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking over at Thomas who was still asleep.

Reaching for the phone, he saw it was still early. They had at least two hours before they needed to leave for work. He pecked Thomas’ forehead before slipping out of bed and heading to the bathroom to shower. Turning the water on as hot as it would go, he looked at himself in the mirror, focusing on the hand shaped bruises from being hit.

As much as Alexander hated to admit it, Thomas was right. He needed to get out of his relationship with Lee before it got worse. Others at work were already getting suspicious when he’d flinch at being touched in even the friendliest ways. His eyes traveled to the hickeys that had formed along his collarbone. Unlike the bruises from being hit, these came with good memories. They had always been careful with it, making sure they could easily be hidden by hair or a shirt, and Alexander was sure there was one just over the scent glands behind his ear.

Before he could overthink anything, he got into the shower, taking his time in washing his hair, doing his best to wash Thomas’ scent off of himself. Lee was sure to accuse him of something today. It’s not like he was wrong about his suspicions. He would just be extra with his beatings when Alexander didn’t come home without an excuse for being out all night.

When he eventually emerged to grab some clothing, Thomas was no longer in the bedroom. Assuming he had gotten up to make breakfast, Alexander got dressed and made his way to the kitchen. He saw Thomas cooking them breakfast, and smiled at the sight. It all felt so domestic, and without noticing it he realised that he wouldn’t mind this being what he woke up to every morning. Finally deciding to reveal himself, Alexander walked closer and hopped onto the counter. “Morning.”

“Good morning.” Thomas gave him a smile before turning the burner off and walking over, pulling Alexander into a kiss. It was light and quick before the alpha turned his attention back to the food so he could serve it between two plates. Alexander followed him to the dining room, gratefully accepting his plate of food. They ate in a tense silence, both of them obviously nervous.

If everything went wrong with Washington or someone else found out, it could mean the end for the political career Alexander had worked so hard for. Thomas was the first one to break the silence. “Everything is going to be okay. I promise. And if anything goes south you know I’m always here for you.”

Alexander let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “I know, I just, I’m fucking terrified. What… what if he finds out before we get the chance to talk to Washington? He could report me as a runaway… Hell just for not having a decent excuse for not going home last night he could report me… I fucking hate it. The sooner we get that bill through the sooner the whole idea of freedom this country was founded off of becomes a reality.” the omega snorted. “Treating half the population like objects really doesn’t help.”

“I know. Once we get the ball rolling for getting Lee out of your life, we can focus on the bill. Pushing it through right now would make it seem like favoritism, as the president is known for having a soft spot for you,” Alexander opened his mouth to protest but Thomas continued before he could. “No. Don't try to deny it you know it’s true. Pushing the bill now would make it seem like the only reason it made it through was so that you could get out of your marriage.”

As much as he hated it, Thomas was once again correct. It would only help the suspicion that the only reason Alexander had his current position was that he was the president’s lap dog. “Hey, We’ll get through it okay? Even if he gets everything but your clothing and such you know you always have a place here.” Alexander nodded in response and pushed his plate away from him. He had barely eaten, but with his nerves acting up he couldn’t stomach more than a few bites. Thomas seemed to get the message and despite Alexander knowing Thomas wanted to tell him to eat, it was probably for the best.

Thomas took the plates and went to clean up, Alexander getting up to go get his things together. Before he left he stole another kiss from Thomas. “If anyone asks, I spent the night in my office, you stayed late as well.” Thomas nodded and the next thing they knew Alexander was walking out the door to head to work early, hoping nobody was there.

---

When Thomas received a text from Alexander simply saying “He knows. Help.” He felt his heart stop for a moment. The next thing he knew he was tossing his items in his car and rushing to the White House, hurrying through security. He made his way to Alexander’s office without hesitation, rushing inside when he got there. The scene before him was terrifying.

Charles Lee stood over Alexander, who was cowering in a corner. Upon further inspection he could see the red handprint on his face, and what looked like blood dripping from Alexander’s nose.

“You stupid little whore! I knew I should have kept a closer eye on you!” Alexander was crying, a hand covering his nose that was quite possibly broken.

“P-please, I-I’m sorry I-I won’t-”

“Shut up! You don’t deserve your position. You’re just a stupid, weak little omega who should be at home, taking care of kits, cooking and cleaning. It’s all you’re good for.”

Something snapped in Thomas when Lee raised a hand to hit Alexander again. Dropping his things, he rushed over and grabbed his wrist, preventing him from smacking the poor man curled in the corner. He didn’t do anything more then make sure Lee couldn’t harm Alexander, as they all knew how much trouble Lee could be in if anyone saw what had happened. He had just hit a government official, who also happened to be his spouse. Even though omegas were treated like property, hitting your omega was still frowned upon.

“You little shit! Calling for your little toy to come save you?”

“I suggest you shut your damn mouth right now.” Thomas slowly made his way to the door, dragging Lee along. He put up a fight, but Thomas admittedly had a few inches on him. He eventually wrestled him out of the office and got the door closed, locking it as soon as he did so.

Alexander was looking at him with wide eyes full of tears, and without a moment’s notice he ran over and gathered the small omega into his arms. Something snapped in Alexander and he began to cry, Thomas only holding him closer while he cried into the alpha’s shirt. Sure, there would be blood and probably snot on it, but he had a backup. He could always change. Besides, his shirt wasn’t his worry right now.

“Hey, shhh. It’s going to be alright love.” It took a while, but once Alexander calmed down enough, he let Thomas examine his injuries. “Your nose is almost definitely broken. The mark on your cheek may bruise a little… Did he, hit you anywhere else?” Alexander nodded in response. “Can you tell me where mon cher?”

Alexander nodded again and managed to choke out, “K-kicked my-my rib-s. On-only a few t-times tho-though.” Thomas nodded and helped Alexander get his suit jacket off, asking silently for permission to take off his shirt. Alexander nodded again, and Thomas slowly unbuttoned it. Before it was even fully off, he could see the bruise already forming.

“Lexi, We need to tell Washington now. You can’t go back to that. Who knows what he’s going to do if you go back home with him?” As much as it seemed to pain Alexander, it was obvious he understood the had to. It was too unsafe to continue living with Lee.

“O-okay. C-can you get-t him i-in her-e?” Thomas nodded and moved over to the desk, pulling out the hoodie he knew Alexander kept in there. The alpha went back over and helped him into the sweater, then onto the couch before calling to the president’s office to request him to come down. As soon as Thomas told him that it had something to do with Alexander, he said he’d be over as soon as possible.

While they waited, Thomas sat down next to Alexander, who curled himself up unto Thomas’s side. It took almost forty-five minutes, but when Washington finally entered his face seemed to fall. It was only then he realised how bad Alexander must look. His hair was a mess, his eyes red and puffy from crying, and the mark on his face was more prominent then it had been before.

“Might I ask what the hell happened to him?” Washington said, giving Thomas a stern look.

Thomas was about to respond when Alexander spoke up. His voice was hoarse and croaky still, but it was understandable. “L-Lee. H-he b-beat me up-p. S-said I was a use-useless w-whore.” The president’s eyes widened. “W-want to l-leave him.”

“Son, I’m so sorry. How long has this been going on? Thomas, how long have you known about this? You should have said something sooner-”

“T-told him not t-to. D-didn’t want him i-involved.”

“Alexander, I need you to listen to me. You’re not to return to him. I’ll do what I can, and he’ll be gone by the end of the day. I don’t suppose whatever this is-” he gestured between the two, “-had something to do with setting him off?’

“Yes…” The pair responded in unison.

“Okay then. I don’t suppose you’d mind if I put you in Thomas’ care then? For the time being, why don’t you two head home? It’s going to be a long week getting this sorted through.” They nodded and with that, Washington left them alone again. They ended up resting there for another hour before getting everything together and leaving. They got weird looks, at the way Thomas protectively held Alexander to him, but nobody said anything.

They got home without a problem. Alexander collapsed on the bed, Thomas not far behind. As soon as Thomas was laying down, he pulled Alexander to his chest. Alexander smiled a little and nestled himself as close as he could be in the moment. They fell asleep like that, finally calmed down from the eventful morning.

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Alexander was terrified when he awoke later that evening alone. He began to whimper, looking around the room for any sign of Thomas. When he found none, he got up and made his way out of the bedroom to look for him. He ended up finding him in the kitchen, pulling boxes of takeout out of a bag. He sighed in relief upon seeing him there, quickly moving over and nestling himself into his side. “Thought you left me…” He mumbled, his Caribbean accent showing in his sleepy state.

“I never would. I was just about to wake you up though.” Thomas handed him a box of the food and a fork, and he took it gratefully. They made their way to the couch, Alexander staying as close to Thomas as he could. Once they got settled down, the small omega sat practically in the Virginian’s lap. Thomas let out a small chuckle, but let Alexander be, eating his food in the comfortable silence. Alexander continued to try to get closer, hating the feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He knew he was probably starting his heat. The way he didn’t feel like he couldn’t get close enough to Thomas. It always happened at the start of his heats. He also noticed that Thomas seemed to become extra possessive over him. When he was just being needy Thomas ould playfully shove him and they’d make jokes about it. Right now he was holding Alexander close. When they were both done, they just stayed there, laying on the couch wrapped in each others warmth.

The shrill ring of a phone was the first sound in a while. Alexander huffed and moved to grab his phone, answering it. Had he not noticed it was the president he would have laughed at the look Thomas gave the phone. “Hello?” He said into the device.

“Alexander! How are you feeling?”

“Alright. Why did you call?”

“I figured I’d let you know that for the time being, I was able to pull some strings to get a restraining order and that there is no worry of him trying to report you’re a runaway. They know I’ve placed you in Jefferson’s care for the time being so you don’t have to worry about getting arrested.”

“Oh thank god.” He felt Thomas nuzzle his scent glands, barely restraining a mewl.

“Alright, well I should get going. Make sure you get some rest, son.”

“Alright. Thank you. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.” Almost as soon as he set his phone down Thomas was on him, pinning him down to the couch and kissing him deeply. That had to be his favorite part about this. As much as he prided himself on being just as loud and powerful as any alpha, he loved submitting to Thomas just as much.

It was intoxicating, and with his oncoming heat, the pure need he felt just from a simple kiss overtook his senses. He tilted his head back, letting out a soft moan as Thomas began to attack his neck. It was the first time Thomas had marked him where anyone could see, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The alpha brought his knee between Alexander’s legs, and Alexander unconsciously began to rut against it, seeking any friction.

It all was beginning to feel like too much, but not enough, that familiar feeling he got every time when Thomas pulled away. He let out a whimper but was quieted with a quick kiss. Before he could argue much more, he was being scooped up and carried to the bedroom, where he was gently tossed onto the bed.

Everything after that was a blur, unable to be remembered in their heat-clouded minds. It was common for such to happen, the small omega being too lost to pleasure and the alpha being too lost to protecting and making his omega happy to care.

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Alexander awoke the next morning with a sharp pain in his neck. He groaned, knowing he probably looked like a mess. He turned around to face Thomas, who was still asleep. The sight made him smile, although any innocent thoughts were gone when the familiar feeling in his stomach returned. In a spur of a moment decision, he moved so he was straddling the alpha, gently humping against him in search of friction. It seemed to wake him up, and he lit up.

When Thomas opened his eyes, however, he stopped moving, eyes widening. Alexander paused, able to see past the need in his gut and the slick that now had started to run down his thighs. “What’s-” He was cut off by Thomas gently pushing him off and getting out of bed. He looked over to him, confused and utterly helpless.

“Go look in the mirror…” Thomas muttered.

“I know I probably look like a mess but-”

He was cut off. “That’s not why I said go look in the mirror Alexander…” It suddenly hit him. He knew when he was in his heat he always felt the need to submit. He hadn’t noticed it before but that need had suddenly amplified. He realised it before he saw it. He got up and rushed into the bathroom and there it was. The mark clear as day where his neck meets his shoulder.

“Shit…” was all he could say. He didn’t remember it happening, and he hated that. It was the same way he had gotten stuck with Lee for so long.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t- I don’t even remember…” he moved to go wrap Alexander into a hug, but when he got close the omega flinched away. “I’m sorry… I don’t want to force you into anything… I’m so sorry Alexander.”

Alexander had begun crying. He felt bad for flinching away, but he couldn’t help it. This was exactly how Lee was in the beginning. Kind and understanding. All the way until he convinced Alexander to marry him. That was when all of the bad stuff started. At the same time though, he knew Thomas wasn’t like Lee. Lee who he would never have to see again thanks to Thomas. He immediately felt bad. As much as he wanted to yell, it was both their faults. He knew Thomas- even one who had almost no idea what he was doing- wouldn’t have done it unless Alexander had asked.

Without another thought he moved to lean into Thomas, letting the tears fall. They stayed like that, And Alexander was thankful nothing was said. Thomas eventually moved them over to the bed, letting Alexander curl into him and cry. He was trying his hardest to avoid the once again growing feeling in his gut. The need to be fucked senseless by his alpha, but eventually gave in when Thomas caught a whiff of the slick that now coated the inside of Alexander’s thighs.

#jamilton #jamilton fanfic #fanfic #jamilton fanfiction #fanfiction #hamilton au #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson #george washington #a/b/o dynamics

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themikewheelers · 7 years

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Can u please do the whole OTP thing for mileven omg!!

(I am so sorry that I'm on mobile and can't attach a read more kdksks)1. Acts like they’re dying when they have a cold. Mike is actually the most overdramatic person there is. He gets a cold and insists that it's actually some obscure disease killing him and refuses to admit otherwise, even once he gets better 2. Gets mad at the TV and throws the remote.  I wouldn't say either of them get to the point of throwing the remote mad at the TV, but I think El definitely sees stuff that bothers her on the TV a lot (like the Coke commercial) but Mike has kinda figured out to just turn the TV off and distract her with smth else before it bothers her too much 3. Gets the worst road rage.I really don't think either of them are road rage people?? But I guess I'd say Mike gets frustrated more in general with stuff  4. Spends too much time in the bathroom on their phone. Oh Mike absolutely. Whether we're talking a modern au or talking about them in the future he's definitely the guy who's on his phone way too much  5. Packs the whole closet for an overnight trip. Mike. But that's just cause he knows El probably won't pack enough and end up stealing all his clothes anyway 6. Hates the in-laws. I mean??? I feel like neither of them would hate their in laws? But Mike is absolutely TERRIFIED of Hopper, he was scared of him before he started dating his daughter for god's sake. But I do think that fear does kinda wash away over time and especially with all the stuff going on in Hawkins, Mike does learn to trust and rely on the chief. At the same time, I really can't see Ted Wheeler ever really liking Eleven. He's certainly not the biggest participant in his children's lives, but I think after the government coming to his house Ted would have his head too far up his ass to ever trust El, and in that sense El would kinda dread having to see someone who she knows doesn't like her  7. Hits the snooze button…11 times. El. She's a very light sleeper but she still dreads getting up in the morning, Mike practically has to force her to get up  8. Makes the other late for work. El makes Mike late but it's never her fault. It's more like Mike makes himself late to work cause he spends too much time with El in the morning even when she's telling him he has to go get ready  9. Uses the television as a babysitter. El. Mike is better at keeping kids entertained on his own with stories and pulling out his old toys, while El kinda struggles in that sense. She didn't have much of a childhood herself, and she is a pretty shy and quiet person and that can kinda make her a little awkward with others, especially children who rely on every little thing you do to entertain them. The television can be a good buffer for when she runs out of ideas to play with them  10. Takes in the stray dog. Both of them absolutely. They both have such ridiculously big hearts and they can't STAND to see stray animals and just leave them there. They take in strays all the time and take care of them until they can find someone to permanently adopt them, even though their house can get kinda overrun at times with their many "foster" pets  11. Suggests a 3am trip to McDonald’s. El. She has a lot of trouble falling asleep at night, especially after the lab where she was always worried of someone storming into her "room" in the middle of the night, it all made her a very light sleeper. Whenever she has a lot of trouble falling asleep she'll normally end up going out some place, occasionally waking up Mike and bringing him with her  12. Leaves their shoes out for the other to trip over. El, she tends to forget about little stuff like putting her shoes away. Mike's more of a neat freak about that stuff  13. Can’t make up their mind when it comes to dinner. El is normally fine with eating anything, while Mike can be a pickier eater. But he's also the one of them who normally ends up cooking dinner so it's up to him to decide  14. Needs to be reminded of all their appointments. Mike can get very forgetful when it comes to stuff like that, El tends to remember it better though  15. Bribes the other into doing chores, getting out of the house…and taking a shower. Ehhh I don't really see this for either of them  16. Picks the movies. Mike. Especially when they're younger, he makes a huge list of movies that he insists El has to see. She's generally fine watching whatever and just let's Mike pick whatever he wants (But she draws the line when he is about to put on Star Wars for the third time in one week) 17. Takes the safety steps when building a pillow fort. Over the years, Mike gets to be practically a pillow fort architect with all the forts he and El make  18. Kisses the other’s injuries better. Mike knows El finds it kinda ridiculous to suggest that injuries can be kissed until they're healed, but he still does it, even if all it really does is give her something that cheers her up to distract her from the injury  19. Is addicted to angry birds, game of war, candy crush, temple run, or flappy bird. Mike. He has to be pulled away sometimes 20. Kills the spiders. Neither of them. Mike is absolutely TERRIFIED of spiders and would be perfectly fine killing them, but El won't let him and insists to save each one of them and let it outside. Mike's still too scared to approach it though so El uses her powers to levitate the spider outside  21. Hogs the blankets. Eleven absolutely. She always ends up with all the blankets while Mike has nothing (he never complains about it though, instead using it as an excuse to snuggle up closer to her)  22. Takes pranks too far. Mike, but when he does he gets so guilty about it. It only happens a couple times when they're teenagers, and he doesn't yet know that a certain thing bothers her or he accidentally seriously scares her (even tho most of his pranks end with her rolling her eyes) but he feels incredibly guilty whenever something does accidentally hit a nerve. He knows afterwards that maybe pranks aren't always the best idea  23. Makes the dirty jokes. Neither of them. They're not that kind of people 24. Keeps a piggy bank. El. She finds the piggy bank itself absolutely adorable, and loves using it to save up money  25. Has no problem having ice cream for breakfast. Eleven, and this absolutely APPALLS Mike 26. Gets a tattoo when they’re drunk. I don't think either of them would drunkenly get a tattoo, but I do think they'd get tattoos. When they're 18 El decides to cover up the 011 tattoo with the word "Promise" and shortly afterwards Mike decides to get the same tattoo himself so they're matching  27. Trips over their own feet. Mike. I don't even have to say anything else this boy is a FOOL  28. Makes the other go for a walk. Eleven loves going on walks and hiking and stuff like that to clear her mind when she's overwhelmed, a lot of times she'll bring Mike with her  29. Whines until they get what they want. Mike tries. He doesn't succeed. El on the other hand succeeds without trying because she's practically got Mike wrapped around her finger  30. Tries to act tough but really isn’t. Michael Wheeler eveybody (love my weak ass son)  31. Talks the most, says the least. Mike 32. Talks the least, says the most.El

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jeremichal-archive · 7 years

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what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is gone

hey hey hey guess who watched the minecraft sky factory videos fifty times and ended up getting inspired. *points at self* mE, I DID... so yeah, this is a lovely little thing I cooked up because I have no self-control and honestly we need more jeremichael fics. I hope y’all enjoy and let me know what you think!

(also I'm gonna tag @holographdick because I know you like jeremichael and anon-ed you once saying I'd write you some jeremichael, so I'm paying back what I owe)

Pairing: Jeremichael Warnings: Swearing & mentions of catatonic characters (they ain’t dead tho)

Jeremy doesn’t understand how Michael can sit so close to the ledge without being absolutely terrified.

The drop beneath them is huge, ridiculous, stupid; and yet, Michael’s ass is planted on the edge of the wooden platform, his legs dangling off into the abyss below him with little care for his own safety. Jeremy wants to pull him back, grab him by his collar and drag him back within the bounds of the wooden fence that Geoff built for them, but he knows Michael won't appreciate that. He knows he’s just paranoid, he knows that this feeling will settle once Ryan figures out how to heal, fix, cure Jack and Geoff; but until then, Jeremy doesn’t want Michael anywhere near the edge.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Gavin scramble his way up one of their newly grown oaks. He grabs for the branches widely, carelessly with little to no planning of his path and Jeremy can’t help but grit his teeth. Ryan is busy with the sieve behind him- cursing every few moments under his breath- and Jeremy can guess that he’s trying to sift through their reserve of gravel for something useful. Neither of them seems to care about Michael, neither of them seem bothered enough to ask him to come back away from the edge- so that makes it Jeremy’s job.

Careful steps, slow steps- there’s no way he’s going to let himself fall off into the abyss- he makes his way over to Michael. Closer now, Jeremy can follow Michael’s line of sight to the stars above them, eyes flickering between the planets with a frown etched into his features.

“I’m pretty sure that’s Earth,” he mumbles softly and Jeremy can’t help but freeze. He watches his friend lift his arm to point up towards the sky. “I’m talking ‘bout that- that green and blue one. I’m like ninety percent sure that’s Earth.” When he looks back over his shoulder at Jeremy, his eyes are glassy.

“Come away from the edge, Michael,” is all he says and God, his voice is barely above a whisper. Things aren't… sitting right within him right now; things aren’t like they used to be. Their base isn’t safe anymore, not that it really was, to begin with, but now- Jeremy can’t help but look at and pick out all of its flaws. The gaps in the fences, the holes in the floor- Jeremy knows that when Ryan figures out how to create lava, their little wooden home-base won't stand a chance. It's terrifying, but stone is hard to create and Jeremy knows there are better uses for it instead of as a flooring.

“It’s Earth, right Lil J? You remember, right?” he tries again and the best Jeremy can do is nod. “Oh good. What- what about that one?-” he moves his hand to the left- “do you know that one's name, Jeremy? The little red one.”

“Please Michael. I don’t- I don’t want you to fall off again,” he mumbles and the smile Michael offers him in return is like a punch to the stomach.

“I won't, I promise. What’s the little red one’s name, Jeremy?” he insists and Jeremy sucks in a breath.

“Mercury, Michael.”

“Oh yeah… do you- do you know all of their names, Jeremy?” he asks and Jeremy stares up at the sky. There’s shuffling from behind him and then the cool silk of Gavin’s scarf brushes against his bare arm. He shivers.

“I used to,” he replies and Michael hums softly.

“What was Earth like?” Gavin asks, and Jeremy bites at the inside of his cheek, hard enough to draw blood. He can’t remember most of it, but what he can makes his stomach turn inside out. The warmth, the steadiness, the way he could take twenty steps to the left without worrying about falling off the damned thing. It was better, he knows that, but he’s unsure if he would ever go back if he were given the chance.

“Warm,” is all he replies, though, cause he’s not quite sure he could say any more without his voice breaking. The question tumbles out of his mouth before he can think better of it, “What was falling like?”

Ryan’s the one who answers him. “Cold.”

Jeremy almost rolls his eyes, almost calls Ryan an asshole for deliberately feeding his own answer right back at him- but he doesn’t because Ryan’s different now. Jeremy’s not the only one who’s currently not sitting right, he’s not the only one that’s a little off balance. Jack and Geoff are gone- physically they’re still there, both of their bodies lying side by side in the small bed Gavin crafted- but mentally, nothing. They don’t talk, they don’t eat; they don’t move, they don’t sleep. The four of them don’t know why and they can’t attribute it to the fall- because while Geoff tumbled into the darkness along with Michael, Gavin and Ryan- Jack didn’t.

Jeremy had watched, he’d watched the floor disappear out from underneath them all and had heard their screams of panic. He watched four of his friends disappear into the darkness below him, only for them to reappear next to him a few moments later- only, different.

Different as in: Jeremy rushing to Michael’s side, only for Michael to reply with, “Who are you?” when he tries to touch him.

Different as in: Jeremy catching sight of Gavin’s wide eyes, staring off into the abyss around them as if he doesn’t quite understand how he got there.

Different as in: Ryan flinching away from human contact with a frown as Jack tries to check him for any injuries.

Different as in: Geoff pacing around what little of the platform they have left, panicked mutterings slipping past his lips.

And then, not even two minutes later, Jack and Geoff just cease to be. They just stop, bodies collapsing into a heap onto the wooden planks and Jeremy’s heart sinks when he realises he’s left with three other people who don’t remember him.

So it's different now. He can’t banter so easily with Ryan, can’t press up against Michael’s side with a grin and he can’t play fight with Gavin without getting a real, honest punch in return- because they aren’t quite used to Jeremy’s playful intentions anymore. They don't know him, not like he knows them. He hates it.

Ryan’s attention drifts away from him at the same time Gavin wanders back to his tree, and then he’s just left with Michael- who is still too close to the edge. Jeremy’s fingers itch to bury themselves in his curls, to tug his head back and smile down at the other man. Exchange affection like they used to, back when Ryan would growl at them good-naturedly for touching the leaves on their shared tree. Little touches, little compliments. Anything.

But he doesn’t.

Michael’s gaze flickers away from him, back to the planets illuminating the sky and Jeremy sighs, glancing away from him.

“Sit next to me,” he mumbles and Jeremy can’t help but suck in a breath. He wants to, oh God does he want to, but he doesn’t think he could handle being so close to the edge. While falling doesn’t necessarily mean death- although things could be different for Jeremy- he still doesn’t want to go over the edge. He doesn’t want to fall, he doesn’t want to fall, he doesn’t want to- Michael’s hand slips into his, snapping him out of his thoughts as their fingers intertwine. He tugs at his arm gently, trying to pull him down and Jeremy can’t help but follow the silent order. The slight edge of shock and the pathetically desperate way he misses Michael’s touch makes him easily malleable against Michael’s will.

He lowers himself to the floor, staying close to Michael's side and reluctantly lets his legs dangle off the edge. He doesn’t look down. He doesn’t dare risk it.

“I can barely remember it, Jeremy. It happened so fast, didn’t quite understand what was happening till it was too late,” he whispers and Jeremy tenses. “Things before that are blank, I don’t remember what I was doing before I fell. I don’t remember who I was and why I was there. But-” he sucks in a shaky breath- “but I do remember, I remember thinking as I fell, ‘God, I hope Jeremy’s okay.’”

A whimper slips past his lips at Michael’s words and Jeremy can’t help but deliberately turn his face away. But Michael doesn’t let him get away so easily, he twists his body and follows him; he grabs for Jeremy’s thigh, pressing his face into the crook of his neck, humming lowly.

“What were we, Jeremy? Before I fell?” he asks and Jeremy’s heart stops beating.

Lovers. Soulmates. Partners.

No.

“Friends,” is what he ultimately settles on and no matter how much he hates it, it's technically true. They never quite pushed things further between them, instead, they just let themselves sit comfortably on the edge between playful teasing and flirting. Looking back on it now, Jeremy hates himself for it. He missed his chance, he missed his fucking chance because his Michael is gone now. And Jeremy doesn’t think he’s ever going to come back.

“Why don’t I believe you,” Michael mumbles back. His fingers absentmindedly stroke along the inseam of Jeremy’s pants and every little touch sends electricity shooting up his spine. Michael’s hand is both simultaneously way too high and way too low, and Jeremy doesn’t know how to fix it.

This isn’t his Michael, he tries to remind himself.

But does that even really matter, though? he hesitates.

“Why do I feel at home whenever I’m around you, Lil J? Why does the ache in my chest disappear whenever I touch you? Why do I always end up gravitating towards you?” he whispers and his fingers still momentarily; But they’re still there on his thigh and Jeremy can still feel them, warm fingertips selfishly burning their way into his memory forever.

Does Michael know what he’s doing to him? Does Michael know that Jeremy’s falling apart right beside him?

“Why do I desperately want to kiss you right now, Jeremy, if we were only friends before,” he asks and Jeremy whines low in his throat.

Yeah, Michael knows.

“Michael- Michael, you shouldn’t,” he whispers back, breath catching in his throat.

“Why?”

“Because you don’t know who I am.”

“But I did, and I will again- so why wait for the inevitable, Jeremy when I can have you now.”

And then Michael kisses him.

It's hard to describe, but if Jeremy had to compare the feeling to something, he would almost assume he was falling. Right off the edge, tumbling into the darkness- but the funny thing is, he can’t find it in himself to care. Michael’s lips press against his- softly, gently, carefully- and his eyes involuntarily flutter shut, and the rest of the world just fades away. It's just them, it's just them, it's just them and Jeremy wants it to stay that way forever.

When Michael pulls away, Jeremy chases after him, but Michael doesn’t give in. He sucks in a deep breath and smiles, something that's a little too smug for Jeremy’s liking. It's something that his Michael would’ve done if they had kissed. And something clicks in Jeremy’s mind.

This is his Michael now.

“Yeah, I was right. I knew I didn’t want to wait for that,” Michael replies and Jeremy leans forward, resting his head against Michael’s shoulder.

“Come away from the edge, Michael,” he whispers and Michael’s fingers trail across the back of his neck.

“Yeah, good idea Lil J,” he mumbles back, “don’t want to fall off. Not again. Not now.”

#jeremichael #holographdick #mine

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breeeliss · 7 years

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[Femslash February]: Theme Park

this got a touch angsty and im sorry. it ends on a good note tho, i promise

also: the cauldron ride i mention is like the American-version of the teacup rides. y’all know the one.

Day 13: Theme Park (Alyanette + post-reveal)

Words: 2106

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

[Previous: Aquarium]

Marinette pressed her car keys and two tickets to Parc Asterix in Alya’s hands one morning. “Let’s go on a day trip.”

She’d interrupted Alya while she was in the middle of typing an article she had due in a few days. But Alya grabbed the tickets and flipped them over in her hands to make sure they were real. “You blasted money on these? We haven’t gone to that place in years – ”

“I know!” Marinette shouted. She closed her eyes and breathed through her nose, trying to control her tone. “I-I know I just….I wanna go now, okay? I just. I need to go, and I need you to come with me.”

Alya frowned and pushed Marinette’s hair behind her ears, fingers getting caught in the tangles that Marinette hadn’t combed out in three days. “Okay, um. Let me just save this and get my coat. Then we’ll go, okay?”

Marinette waited in the living room – sans makeup, in old clothes she never liked wearing out the house, hair uncombed and thrown into a bun – while Alya packed them cold lunches and collected her money and credit cards.

The akuma attack ten days ago was one of the scary ones that only ever cropped up a handful of times. The last one was over a year ago, far enough back to lull the city and Ladybug into a false sense of security and make this new one particularly horrifying. Alya wasn’t able to catch all the footage, but the rest of the Internet had filled in the gaps. See, when your wife was flying across the city and battling an akuma that could make objects and people disintegrate with a single touch, you couldn’t help but be filled with excitement and pride, and you feel privileged to even know someone as strong and selfless as that, let alone be married to them.

But when you see her pinned down by that akuma, his hand hovering just above her face, poised to kill and not harm, you get snapped back to a sobering sort of reality that reminds you how much danger she puts herself in everyday.

Apparently, she got away with only a singed cheek since Chat Noir had finally recovered from his injuries in time to save her. All was well in the end, and Alya had sobbed into Adrien’s shoulder that day, thanking him with a level of sincerity she hadn’t thought herself capable of. But Marinette had come home that day, called out of work for a week, left her discarded clothes on the floor of their bedroom, and crawled into bed. It was five days since then, and she hadn’t done much else but stay there.

Alya decided to work from home that whole week to keep her company. Adrien had come over a couple of times, laid next to her in bed, petted her hair, cooked the three of them dinner while Alya tried to get Marinette to eat. Alya spent nights curled around Marinette, muttering lullabies in her ears so that she could try to get some sleep, but nothing worked. Adrien assured her that it was a scary situation, and she just needed time to snap out of it. Alya was willing to give her that time.

But now….they were going to a theme park for the day.

Alya and Marinette used to take trips to Parc Asterix every few months, but the habit fell off as the two of them became busy with work and the need to budget for things more important than theme park rides became much more pressing. It was a short drive from Paris, just under an hour or so, but this time the ride felt much longer. It was probably because Marinette hadn’t bothered to bring the playlists she always brought for the car ride, and because the car was absent of her charming, inane chatter. She was silent, her cheek pressed against the cold window as she looked out at the cars driving alongside them.

Once they arrived and passed off their tickets, Marinette took off straight into the park. They’d been here so many times that they didn’t need a map to find the rides they wanted to, and it didn’t take long for Alya to notice that Marinette was sprinting towards the spinning cauldron ride.

When they were little, Marinette always hated going on it. Marinette couldn’t stand spinning things and Alya would always spin the cauldron too hard and make Marinette sick. But Marinette jumped onto the queue and raced for the first open seat she could fine. Alya slipped in across from her and watched Marinette grip the wheel in the center with alarming force. “Don’t hold back.”

Alya reached forward and grabbed the wheel as well, feeling like this wasn’t the time to be denying her anything. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

The ride started, and Marinette put her whole body into turning the wheel. Alya helped pick up the slack until pretty soon their cauldron was spinning more quickly than anyone else’s. Alya could see Marinette’s face turning green, but that only made Marinette yank harder on the wheel to make it go as fast as it could possibly go. The colors and the noises outside the ride were blurring together and swirling more rapidly than even Alya was comfortable with, but they kept the speed going, faster and faster, right up until the ride was jolted to a jarring halt and it was time for them to get off.

Marinette was shaking and breathing hard once it was over, and the two of them had to sprint to the nearest bathroom just in time for Marinette to drop to her knees and throw up in the toilets. The first time they’d gone on this ride together, Alya had accidentally made Marinette sick and they were in a similar situation as this – Alya holding her hair back while Marinette emptied all of her nausea into the toilet bowl. But Alya wasn’t laughing, and Marinette wasn't cursing her existence. Marinette was panting and staring off into space, like she was thinking of going back on again.

Alya helped her up off the floor. “Let’s go fill your stomach with something.”

They went back to the car to eat the sandwiches that Alya brought until the color came back to Marinette’s face and her stomach was settled. When they went back to the rides, Marinette started eyeing the roller coasters and didn’t ask Alya before she started forming the queue.

They were waiting for their turn when Alya grabbed Marinette’s shoulder. “You….sure you want to get on?”

“Yeah,” Marinette mumbled. “I’m in the mood for a good scream.”

The moment they were strapped into their seats and started the ascent to the top of the first drop, Alya reached over and grabbed Marinette’s hand. Marinette grabbed it back in an crushing grip, and the moment the coaster started to drop, they started screaming.

Marinette loved roller coasters. She laughed during the rides and lifted her arms up in the air during the drops. This time her hands were down and she was screaming as loudly as she could manage. Alya joined her, understanding that sometimes, you needed an excuse to scream out all the rot festering in your heart and let it leave your body so that you wouldn’t have to hold onto it anymore. The ride ended, and Marinette had tears in her eyes, and Alya knew they weren’t from fear. Marinette scrambled out of the car, and led Alya to another coaster, and another, and another, and another.

By the time Marinette was out of tears, and her throat was sore, Alya walked her to the other end of the park. “Let’s try the Ferris Wheel, okay?”

The sun was still out, so the queue for the Wheel wasn’t long at all. Alya did some clever pleading with the ride attendant to let them stay on for a few more revolutions than normal. Alya had stayed in the middle of her seat, assuming that Marinette would take the one across from her, but Marinette curled up against Alya’s side, draping her legs across Alya’s lap and wrapping her arms around her middle. It wasn’t until their car was too high up for anyone on the ground to see them that Marinette buried her face in Alya’s shoulder and started crying.

“Somedays I feel like quitting, Al,” Marinette began mumbling. “And I know I won’t actually do it because the city needs me. I can’t be that selfish, it wouldn’t be fair to everyone else. But it’s hard some days and I just don’t want to do it anymore, I just want things to be normal so I can be safe and keep you safe and the two of us can just be happy without anything complicating it.”

Alya smoothed her hair back and rubbed circles into her knee. “I know, babe,” she whispered to her. “I know, just let it all out.”

“And Adrien tries so hard, Alya, I trust him with my life,” she kept on. “I trust him with everything because I know he’d never let anything happen to me. He’d die before he let anything happen to me, but he’s not perfect. He makes mistakes like me, and he almost didn’t make it that time. And it’s not his fault, it’s never his fault, but for a second I just kept thinking that I wasn’t going to get out of it, and that I was going to let everyone down.”

“You never have to worry about letting anyone down, Mari.” Alya was pressing kisses into the crown of her head in between sentences. “You have given all of us more than we deserve, all for nothing in return. You’re allowed to be selfish, and you’re allowed to be scared.”

“I don’t want to leave you alone,” Marinette sniffed. “I never want to leave you, you’re one of the most important things I have. I never want to leave you alone.”

“And you’re not going to,” Alya assured, holding her closer to her side. “I know your job gets scary, and I know that I can’t even begin to understand the danger you put yourself in. But I trust you. I trust you and I trust Adrien. You two always come out of it in the end. You’re here and safe with me because you always come out of it in the end.”

Marinette gripped her shirt tighter and breathed in shakily against her neck while Alya let her cry. “You’re safe, babe. You’re here, and you’re with me, and we’re safe, and everything’s fine.”

They stayed on the Wheel until Marinette stopped crying and her eyes didn’t look quite so puffy. They cycled through some of the carnival games and went on a few more rides, just to use up the tickets they’d already bought. Marinette was still quiet through most of the day, but Alya caught her smiling during one of the shooting games they were playing and heard her laughing on the last free fall ride they’d gone on.

When they went back to the car park to go home for the evening, Marinette held Alya’s hand that wasn’t busy with the steering wheel. She cycled through her phone and actually plugged in one of the old road trip playlists she used to play whenever they went on long drives. Marinette leaned back into her seat, and breathed in the crisp evening air floating in through the open windows. “Thanks for coming with me. Sorry for….well. I feel a lot better now.”

Alya lifted Marinette’s hand and pressed a kiss to the wedding band on her finger. “I’d do anything for you. You know that.”

Marinette woke up the next morning, showered, loaded her laundry, and hummed along to the radio while she cooked breakfast for the two of them. She called her office and let them know she would be back to normal on Monday, and rattled to Alya about all the projects she was going to try and blast out tonight, no matter how unrealistic it seemed.

Alya smiled at her fondly as she listened on, watching the brightness come back to Marinette’s eyes and laughing at her gesticulations that almost made her knock her mug of coffee over.

Marinette had small cracks and fissures like everyone else, and knowing that she was Ladybug made them all the more obvious to Alya. But Marinette filled them with smiles, singing, hugs, kisses, and more warmth and beauty that Alya thought was even capable from another person.

And Alya loved her with all her heart for it.

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