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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 ⪼ 𝗝𝗝𝗞 [M]

⤜WORD COUNT: 9.1K

⤜PAIRING: Jungkook x reader

⤜GENRE: smut, minors DNI, fluffy, soft, intimate, cute, anime AU/anime inspired, tutor x friend, friends to lovers, hidden life,

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - October 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

TW: Mentions of not being good enough, slight bullying

"Yn how many times do I need to tell you, no phones in my class." Your tutor snapped, all eyes turned to face you and you stared over at your English tutor. The anxiety bubbled inside of your chest but you didn't let it show, <<don't let them know you're sweating>> you simply took in a breath through your nose and smiled at the teacher. This wasn't something you exactly wanted to say out in the open as to why you had your phone and you'd hope she would remember your earlier conversation from before the class started,

"Sorry, I'm just expecting-" The light bulb inside of her head seemed to go off and she let out a loud and audible gasp before nodding her head at you.

"Oh! Yes, yes! Sorry, of course! Just keep it on your desk and don't get distracted by it," She offered as you placed the phone onto your desk and smiled politely at the teacher. It wasn't as though it was greatly impacting your ability to work but it was starting to get in the way whenever you would just stare at it, afraid it would start ringing.

Your best friend - Krissy - on the desk beside you smirked and winked at you for getting away with having your phone out in class. You knew what she must have been thinking, what they all were thinking when you got away with having your phone out.

They all thought it was simply because you were popular and could get away with anything but it wasn't anything like that...Not that you would ever correct them for believing it though. The truth was more embarrassing than that and you didn't need people taking pity on your home life or thinking less of you because you were the main carer and provider for your youngest brother.

The reason your phone was out in the final hours of school in every class you had was that you were waiting for a phone call from your brother's school, you were always waiting for a phone call from them and each of your teachers knew that.

To them, it was no secret that you were like a mother to your younger brother and they had all been pretty accepting of you needing to leave classes to answer calls or even leaving in the middle of the day if it called for it. You were always good and caught up on everything but lately, your grades were beginning to slip and you knew that better than anyone since you'd gotten emails and texts about it. All originally addressed to your mother who never really cared to look into any of it, she was far too busy being elsewhere in the world to even try and be a mother to either you or your brother.

But your grades were getting worse, especially in English since whenever you had English at the end of the day it was when your brother would get out of school and want to be taken home. Unlike you, your brother's school day finished one hour before your own and you always had to leave early to get him home safely.

Today though was one of the first days he was attending an after-school activity, something the two of you had talked extensively about him doing so that you wouldn't have to keep missing so much school. You knew he'd been nervous about it that morning since he wasn't normally one to do after-school activities and you didn't blame him. With you being the sole carer for him he was constantly wearing his clothes multiple days in a row and a lot of them had holes in them since you spent most of the money you earned on making sure the two of you were fed enough. You hated the fact that he was bullied for things that were out of his control but you were doing your best to work on improving things for him.

You'd hoped by joining the music club it would maybe try and bring some new friends for him, Gun-il was supposedly one of the best music teachers inside of the elementary school and you knew your brother would be well looked after there. If he didn't get too upset with anyone that was also inside the club.

The familiar sound of chalk being used on the chalkboard brought you crashing back to reality and you stared at the front of the class, taking notes on everything Miss Adams was writing down on the board.

"As I was saying, Hamlet is going to be the play we'll be studying from." She announced while turning back around to face everyone, her eyes quickly finding you as she sent you a warm smile. Luckily for you, Hamlet was something you'd studied earlier in the year and you knew most of the work she was going to be covering within her class and even if you didn't. You were almost sure she was going to lend you a lot of study materials to take home like a lot of your other teachers did.

"Why Hamlet? Why not something romantic Like Romeo and Juliet?" Lucy - another girl in your friendship circle asked while pouting out her bottom lip. Turning to look at her you let out a small giggle, your friendship group wasn't exactly well-known for their brains but you were doing your best to make them see that learning wasn't all that bad.

"Hamlet is probably the best one to teach us through Kirssy," You said as you looked over at her. Trying to remember why Hamlet was one of the best plays that Shakespeare had written but before you could even fathom the words someone did it for you.

"It's one of Shakespeare's greatest pieces," Jungkook finished before you even have the chance to speak. Your eyes slowly wandered over to the quiet nerd of the class and you drank in his appearance.

Jungkook was the quiet and introverted type, he always sat in the back of the class and answered only to the teacher whenever they would speak to him. His hair was always slicked back with so much gel it looked as though he was from a cartoon and he was always wearing dark hoodies that covered every inch of his body. From his build it was obvious there was more to Jungkook than met the eye but you were never interested in finding out.

Liar.

You're staring again and is that drool on your cheek?

You gently raised your hand to your cheek to check there was no drool like the voice in your head was saying and you glanced over at Lucy who was staring at Jungkook with her mouth hanging open a little. You didn't blame her for being surprised though, this was the most Jungkook had spoken to anyone that wasn't a teacher or in his friendship group and it was a little jarring. You hadn't expected him to sound so sexy when he spoke about something he enjoyed but you stared at Lucy trying not to seem bothered about the nerd in the back.

"The play showcases the struggles of Danish royals..." Jungkook stared over at you as he spoke, it was like he was speaking right to you instead of Lucy. He wasn't exactly sure what had possessed him to start talking but when he'd seen you turn to look at Lucy with a giant grin on your face it filled him with a feeling he'd never had before. There was an intensity to show off that he knew things too, he wanted to impress you even if he didn't like who you were. The popular prissy type that everyone adored and worshipped no matter what you did.

"Shakespeare wrote about the core components that drive all of us throughout life..." As soon as he noticed that it wasn't just you paying attention to what he was saying he began to stumble over his words before staring down at his notebook. The harsh reality that other people had been staring at him while he spoke hit him and he hated the idea of people watching him, god why had he been so stupid to speak out?

because you have a crush on her, even if you won't admit it to yourself

Jungkook stared at the notebook trying to ignore the incessant voice bouncing around in his head and you took over what he had been saying once you noticed he was no longer going to say anything else.

"The components being: grief, betrayal, love - Or I guess lack there off and family," You told your friend as she stared at you, blinking as she cutely giggled a little, trying to appear as though she had been listening when she hadn't.

"You know, you're really smart when you put your mind to it," She complimented, your body turned back to face your tutor who was smirking at you a little. While you and Jungkook had been busy staring back at one another she had just found the person who was going to make your grades high once again.

It would be the perfect plan since Jungkook was always staying late in class and paid avid attention, he would be able to give you the notes he took whilst helping you study the materials.

"Yn is, it's a shame she's in desperate need of a tutor though," You looked down at the phone on your tablet and you tried not to let the thought of needing a tutor bother you. It was just because of the missing time you were having, it had nothing to do with you not being smart enough. "You are smart, you are kind, and you are more than good enough." You said that matura over and over again in your head, maybe you were trying to trick yourself into believing it but you didn't care.

It helped.

Sometimes.

You're not smart enough, everyone in the class already knows it. You're failing your classes and you're going to lose Henry.

You pushed the thought down inside of you, trying not to let the thought of losing your little brother get to you. There was no reason someone was going to take him, no one knew your mother wasn't around anymore and it wasn't as though someone could take him away when you were doing everything you could to care for him. Once you reassured yourself that everything was okay you continued to stare at the phone waiting for it to get you out of this mess.

"Your tutor can be Jungkook. The two of you are the smartest in the class it seems only fitting." Your head shot up to stare are your tutor. Jungkook? Of all people she was going to choose the same guy that ignored every single person in the world and acted as though he didn't need any friends because he was better than them? The same person that was probably going to pretend to tutor you so he wouldn't have to go near you.

You're just worried because you find him cute

"You're paired with the loser! Fuck, I bet he's going to be too busy drooling over you rather than studying," Chris broke the chain of thought in your head and you stared at the back of his head as he began to let out a giant belly laugh. Your blood boiled as you heard him call Jungkook a loser out loud and loud enough for Jungkook to hear so you booted the back of his chair making him grunt.

"Knock it off asshole" You hissed at him, there was no reason for others to belittle people around them. It was the one thing that made you angrier than anything else in the world, the idea of someone being bullied for something that wasn't their fault or for just being who they were really got to you and irritated you.

Jungkook may have been a "loser" or a "nerd" and you might have been one of the popular girls but you weren't going to stand for anyone being mean to people around you. Images of your brother sobbing about being bullied flashed in your mind and your hands clenched into tight fists on your desk as you tried not to think about it right now. If you thought about Henry too much you were going to end up walking out or hitting someone for saying the wrong thing.

"He's not wrong though. All Jeon does is stare at you like you're a piece of meat or something, it's creepy. Don't you ever catch him staring at your ass? I've seen it far too many times," Krissy says before you stare at her in silence, your eyes narrowing as you warned her to shut up with just a stare.

Jungkook's entire body was on fire as he realised that people had been noticing him watching you and it meant that you probably knew as well and if you didn't...You did now thanks to Krissy and her big mouth.

You made it obvious enough anyway, staring at her perky ass whenever she's in that uniform.

Jungkook shifted in his seat as he tried to remove the mental image of you in cheerleading outside out of his mind, getting a hard-on in the middle of class wasn't something he needed right now.

"But he's always watching you, I'm just saying. We don't know what he's like outside of class, he could be the silent and murdering type...I mean, look at him." Lucy chimed in with her opinion and Jungkook's grip on the notebook he was holding tightened so much he could have sworn that he was going to rip it apart.

"Enough!" Miss Adams announced as everyone turned their attention away from Jungkook, except for you your eyes stayed lingering on him a few seconds more.

she wants to see the pain you're in, she enjoys watching people belittle you

"Yn, you'll be taking tutoring from Jungkook. I'll make sure he gets a copy of all of the materials I send to you," You nodded slowly and looked at your phone, your brother's name flashed on the screen and you let out a small sigh.

"Take it, I'll make sure to give Jungkook everything he needs." Your tutor said as you quickly answered the call and rushed out of the room with your things. Your brother's cries on the other end of the line sent you into a wild frenzy as you did your best to get to him before anything else could happen.

After you'd left class and the day had finished Miss Adams had given Jungkook your mobile number and a folder filled with everything you were going to need to study about Hamlet over. He had no idea why you were being given so many different pieces of materials to everyone else in the class but he didn't ask questions he simply nodded and headed out of the class. He'd worry about texting you tomorrow but tonight was his time to relax and unwind with his friends and not think about school on Monday.

"I'm telling you, bro, you should have heard the way she was moaning out on my dick." Jimin laughed loudly as they walked down the street. Jimin was one of Jungkook's closest friends but he had to be one of the crudest people on the planet and it put Jungkook off a little. He was all for having a great time in the bedroom but that was exactly where it should have stayed, along with all of the details of other people's sex lives.

"Hey, I'll catch up to you. I think they finally got the new manga in." Jungkook announced as his friends continued to walk down the street to their usual hang-out. It was a small bar just down the street, it was hidden well enough so no one knew where it was unless they knew what they were looking for.

The bell to the comic book shop chimed and Jungkook smiled to himself as he walked inside. This was one of his favourite places to come whenever he'd had a bad day or just needed something new to read. There was nothing like opening a fresh comic book or manga and just getting completely lost in the pages of a story. Besides, it was a nice break from all of the textbooks he was normally finding himself stuffed inside.

"Hey Kookie, the new selection is in!" The owner called out when he noticed Jungkook looking around for the one thing he'd been wanting. It was the latest edition of a manga he'd been dying to read for months and he couldn't wait to get his hands on a copy. The publishers of the manga had originally put a hold on productions and he was ecstatic to find out they were finally being put out again.

"I think there's one copy left, you might wanna be quick. I saw some kid and his mum looking at them." Jungkook nodded nonchalantly as he headed in the direction of where they kept his manga expecting to see some little kid and his middle-aged mother blocking the stand but instead he found you.

Dressed in a maid uniform and looking at the little boy in front of you as he bounced up and down excitedly while you were frowning at the manga. Jungkook knew that you weren't the boy's mother since he'd known about Henry since he was born, it was all anybody in your school would talk about since he was such a cute baby. His eyes lingered on your outfit a little too long and he quickly looked down at a comic on the shelf in front of him, trying not to make it seem as though he was paying close attention to you.

"Can we get it?! I've been wanting to read, I saved up a bunch of money," Henry said as you looked over the manga, turning it around to see the price was way more than he had saved up but you didn't have the heart to tell him that. All henry had was enough to get him a couple of sweets and maybe a bookmark but not enough for the manga in front of you.

Biting down on your tongue you fished into your bag and counted the money you had in your purse, you could make it work if you didn't have food in school for the next two weeks.

As long as he's happy that's all that matters, Henry deserves the world

"It's my favourite, you get to see all of the guys kicking the bully's asses," You gasped and looked at Henry, you hated the fact that he was picking up so many bad habits from you, you needed to stop swearing so much in front of him.

"What did I say about bad words?" You questioned while pretending to scold him for it, you bent down to be eye level with him and he looked up at you with an apologetic look on his face.

"Not to use them, they're naughty and naughty boys get into trouble," You nodded before patting the top of his head as a sign it was all okay,

"Why don't you go and ask if they have any job applications for me and I'll get the money sorted?" You questioned, not wanting him to see you count out every bit of change you could to get the manga for him. Henry rushed off within seconds and you sighed a little, gently putting the manga down onto the shelf and rooting around inside of your bag. There had to be some more money in there somewhere, you were almost sure you'd earnt enough tips tonight to at least get half of the book paid for and you had some more stashed in the back of your purse for an emergency.

"God, I need this job." You hissed to yourself, not noticing that someone else was even standing close to you as you took out your purse and took some money from the emergency fund. It was all worth it if it meant seeing your youngest brother smile and not letting him know just how bad things were financially between you all. If your mother hadn't walked out on you none of this would have happened, you'd still be top of your class and focusing solely on your grades instead of worrying if the next paycheck was going to stretch enough for two growing people.

"They don't have any jobs," A voice said suddenly making you flinch and jump back a little, your eyes glanced over the man in front of you and you almost knocked over. There was no way it was Jungkook and yet...It looked exactly like him minus a few differences of course.

When did Jungkook get tattoos and piercings? Your eyes continued to drink all of him in as you stared at him a little shocked at how different he was. The jungkook you knew from school was shy and wouldn't talk to you unless prompted to but this jungkook exuded confidence, it was like he'd bathed in a tub of confidence and came out drenched in it.

Instead of the usually slicked-back hairstyle, his hair was styled to perfection and he looked as though he'd been ripped from the pages of a fashion magazine.

"Erm...H-How do you know?" You stuttered a little, you never stuttered in front of anyone before much less Jungkook. The fact that he'd just heard you begging for a job was a little nerve-wracking and you'd completely forgotten the fact that you were wearing the maid cafe uniform you had on.

"I've got email alerts on for them to let me know when they do have one, nice uniform." He nodded as he looked you up and down and you suddenly felt yourself turning defensive. The fact that he had just heard you begging for a job and seen what you were wearing wasn't good, he could tell everyone and your social status would be completely ruined. You stepped closer to him, almost reaching out to touch him as you pleaded with him,

"P-Please don't...Please don't tell anyone you saw me like this," Your eyes were wide as you stared up at him, Jungkook could have sworn your eyes were sparkling as he looked down at you. Your hands slowly and shakily reached out to touch his hand and he froze in place a little when he felt a spark fly through his body from your touch.

**she'd look so good begging like that for you*** Jungkook shook his head and stared at you. Why would he ever tell anyone what he'd seen? It wasn't as if he was some gossip around the school, the only people he spoke to were Jimin and his teachers.

"Why would I?" He questioned as you slowly stepped back from him and stared back at him. You didn't like the fact that he was so adamant that he wouldn't tell people, it made you feel uneasy.

He'll use it against you in the future. People are always using information against you

"Because I'm dressed in a maid cafe uniform and looking for more jobs...People would die to get their hands on a photo or information about this." You blinked at him and he shrugged his shoulders at you. Doing something like that wasn't worth the time and effort and Jungkook didn't care if you worked nine jobs or none, it was your life and you were free to do whatever the hell you wanted with it.

"So? It's not my place to tell anyone what you do and don't do outside of school," You were slightly taken back, you were sure if it was anyone else from school you would have to beg and plead with them for hours - maybe even owe them a favour if they saw you like this.

Maybe he's going to tell people anyway. You look kind of pathetic begging like that

"They said that they don't have any jobs but I gave him your number for when they do," You smiled and let out a breath of relief when Henry made his way back over to you, you took in a deep breath and nodded a little trying to get him to go anywhere but here right now. The last thing you needed was for Henry to hear what you and Jungkook were talking about.

"Great, erm...Why don't you go over there while I talk with my friend?" You said as Henry turned to face Jungkook, looking him up and down before he let out a loud and excited gasp. You froze in place before you noticed Henry getting overly excited by the tattoos that were covering Jungkook's arms.

"Is that a manga sleeve!" You frowned but stopped when you noticed Henry pointing out all of the different manga that was tattooed up and down Jungkook's right arm. Shouting their names out whenever he found one he particularly enjoyed which made you smile. Henry had always found love inside manga and would always read and reread them whenever he was at school just so he would have something to do since he didn't have very many friends. He'd told you once that he didn't need friends as long as he had the fictional ones by his side and it made you smile to know his inner child was still there.

"Yn, your friend is so cool." He gasped out as you smiled weakly at the mention of Jungkook being your friend. It wasn't as though the two of you were the best of pals or anything, you just tolerated one another but Henry didn't need to know that.

"Jungkook this is Henry, Henry this is Jungkook. My tutor." You told him before Jungkook knelt and began to show Henry all of the different tattoos that were coating his arms.

No wonder he was always wearing hoodies, tattoos were banned from the school so you knew he must have been trying to hide them. Then there was the lip piercing, you didn't sit too close to Jungkook so you never would have seen the tiny hole in his skin where the piercing was supposed to go. His arms were so buff too but you were almost sure you'd never seen him working out before.

"You like Kiri's guide to bullies too?!" Henry yelled out a little when he spotted one of the main characters tattooed onto Jungkook's skin. "Kiri's guide to bullies" was one of Henry's favourite manga, the one you were struggling to gather to money up to buy for him and you knew why it was his favourite.

The main character - Kiri - was bullied constantly for everything he did and one day he woke up with an intense superpower he used to help other kids that were being bullied. It was mainly aimed at kids since it was a lot of repeated storyline but you liked the fact that Henry had something to put his attention on. Something that resonated with him deep inside, you just hoped he never physically hurt anyone as the main character did sometimes.

"I do. I came to grab a copy but it looks as though you got the last one." Jungkook nodded at the manga book you were holding in your hand again and you felt a little bad knowing that you were going to attempt to buy it,

"We can share it though! If you're going to be tutoring my sister you can read it when I'm done with it. I don't dog-ear the pages! Yn says that's something people should never do," Henry said while your eyes met Jungkook's and you bit down on your lip. You were sure Jungkook wasn't going to want to share a book with someone young enough to be his little kid brother,

"Henry, I don't know if Jungkook would want to share-" Before you could finish what you were trying to say Jungkook was shaking his head. He didn't mind the idea of getting to share a book with someone and if it meant he got to see you more often then he was more than willing to do so.

"I wouldn't mind. He's right, I'll be helping tutor you at your place so I might as well share it," You smiled a little as Jungkook spoke but then the words he'd said hit you.

"My place?" Dread washed over you like a wave hitting the ocean and you suddenly lost the ability to think clearly. There was no way he was going to come to your place, the house was a mess since you'd barely had any time to clean after school this week.

"Yeah...Over the weekend? The school library will be closed and I doubt you want to travel two hours to the one downtown." Jungkook mentioned before instantly regretting it, without saying much he'd just told you he knew whereabouts you lived. It wasn't as though he was stalking you though, the two of you lived pretty close to one another.

"We live in the same neighbourhood," He quickly added before glancing over his shoulder at the door, Jimin was staring at him while smirking at the small interaction he could see happening.

I'm never going to live this moment down. He thought before looking back at you, hoping you'd just accept the idea of studying at your place. At least if he went to yours he wouldn't have to hide his tattoos since you'd seen him already, he could just be himself in front of you.

"I don't know if my place is a good idea-"

"Please, that means I can sleep in again and I haven't gotten to do that in a long time," Henry said before you felt a pang of guilt hit you. Every weekend you'd been dragging him up early so the two of you could go into town to do the food shopping and then study together at the library until it shut. It was the routine you'd had for a while and you thought Henry was enjoying it since he could read all of the books he wanted while you worked.

"Sure...Erm-"

"I'll text you and you can tell me the exact address," Jungkook smirked a little before heading over to the counter leaving you and Henry alone. You licked your bottom lip slowly before letting out a deep sigh,

"We need to do the food shopping tonight then if you want to sleep in." You told him as you both headed in the direction of the counter, anxiety bubbling inside of you as you prayed you'd have enough money for the food shopping later.

"Just this please," You said while laying the manga down on the counter but the man behind the desk smiled and shook his head,

"Already taken care of. Your friend paid before he left," Your stomach sank as you heard the words. Usually, it would be the part in the movie or the book of a meet-cute moment but this made you feel sick. You didn't need anyone to take pity on you and you certainly didn't need Jungkook paying for things for you when you were perfectly capable of doing them yourself.

"He paid for it?" Henry asked while smiling, he found the exchange entertaining as he grabbed his book and clutched it tightly against his chest not realising how upset you appeared to be over it.

He's going to use it against you, laugh about how poor you are behind your back

You ignored the voice and smiled, slowly taking Henry out of the store and in the direction of the bus shelter. It was going to be one long night of shopping and cleaning for you.

The next day when Jungkook arrived you'd made a point of trying to give him the money for the manga, refusing to let someone take pity on you but Jungkook was just as stubborn as you were and only let you pay for half. Since he and Henry were going to be sharing the book anyway.

"Can we have Kimchi-jjigae tonight?" Henry asked making you and Jungkook look up from the book you were reading from. It was an annotated version of Hamlet you'd had since you were in middle school and the two of you were trying to see if any of the notes could help with your studying.

"Erm," You glanced over at the kitchen. There really wasn't enough inside of the house for you to make Kimchi-jjigae and you knew you didn't have enough money to order any from a take-out place. Besides, you had a job that week and you were almost sure if you could get more tips there would be more than enough for Kimchi-jjigae next weekend and maybe even to last the full week if you weren't too greedy and had two bowls each time.

"Maybe next weekend? I have a big test coming up this week so we can eat all the Kimchi-jjigae you want after that? I'll make as much as I can." You smiled reassuringly at Henry he chuckled and ran back to his room while you looked back down at the book. There was no big test this week and Jungkook knew that, he'd know about it if there was something coming up.

"Why do you do that?" Jungkook asked when he heard the door to Henry's room shut, he faced you with a deep frown on his forehead.

"Do what?" You quizzed, looking up from the book to meet Jungkook's eyes and instantly wishing you hadn't. There wasn't an ounce of judgment in his look but you could already tell he was looking right through what you had just told Henry.

"Lie to him about working? I know there's not some big test coming up. Doesn't he know you work a lot?" Jungkook quizzed, putting down his pen. Why wouldn't you just tell him the truth about your job? It wasn't as though it was a huge deal for people your age to have a job but Jungkook knew you also worked odd jobs as well as holding down three main ones.

"He doesn't need to know." You mumbled, staring down at the words on the page in front of you and pretending to read them. Jungkook wasn't here to analyse your life, he was here to help you study and then he could leave and go back to whatever he would normally do on a weekend.

"What about your mother? Where is she? I haven't seen her car parked outside in a few months," That irritated you. The idea of him watching the comings and goings of your mother suddenly made your blood boil and you snapped without thinking it through.

"Are you keeping track of me or something loser?! Huh? Are you stalking me or something?" You angrily asked him harshly without thinking, you were just trying to hurt him in order to push him away and not let him see what was really going on. But Jungkook didn't even blink when he heard the words fall from your lips,

She's just like everyone else. She's just as bitchy as the rest of them

Jungkook looked down at you and frowned when he heard the small sob coming from your mouth. Why were you crying? You'd been the one to say something mean not the other way around.

"I'm sorry...I-I-" You sighed and buried your face in your hands, shaking your head as you thought about what you'd just said to him. It was the only thing you could think of since it was what everyone at school had called him before but you hadn't meant anything you'd said. It was the one thing you knew would hurt him the way it hurt when he bought up your mother.

"I'm sorry. I don't like it when people question me about her, I didn't mean it," Jungkook stared at you completely dumbfounded, it wasn't as though the comment had hurt his feelings. Hell, he heard it so many times it was like a nickname that he had. But why were you suddenly so upset by it and apologetic? Maybe he had been a little quick to judge and brand you as the same bitchy girl all of your friends were.

"Don't worry about it, I'm used to it." He shrugged it off and you shook your head in your hands. It didn't matter if he was used to it, no person should have ever been made to feel the way that he undoubtedly did when he was called those things.

"You shouldn't be. It's not nice to be bullied, I see what it does to Henry so I am...I am really sorry," You said as you looked up at him, your faces close to each other and Jungkook's heart thumped.

She means it, you can hear it in the way she speaks

There was a sense of sincerity behind your voice and he bit down on his lip a little. It wasn't hard to put two and two together to notice your mother wasn't around anymore and with all of the stress you were under he could see that you were probably the only one that looked after yourself and your little brother.

"I'm here...You know if you ever want to talk about it." He offered as he stared at you, your heart raced against your chest so much you could hear it in your ears. No one had ever offered that to you, not even the teachers who knew of your mother's habits had tried to talk to you about it.

"Thanks." You said slowly before biting down on your lip.

"I won't tell anyone either...Just like I know you won't tell them about me." He says while pointing down at all of his tattoos and you smiled. A warm feeling spread throughout your body as you listened to someone be genuine with you for the first time in a long time. There was just something about Jungkook that made you feel as though you could truly trust him with everything that was going on. But you didn't open up about anything, you thanked him and went back to studying together.

Weeks flew by with Jungkook and it was honestly some of the best times you'd ever had with someone. No one had ever made you smile or laugh more than he had and it was the happiest you'd seen your little brother in the longest time. It also appeared that the two of you seemed to be rubbing off on one another, you started to be yourself more and more around Henry and told him that you were going to work instead of lying about having tests. Not only that but you'd even admitted to Krissy - your best friend - that you had been working more jobs and she seemed to be pretty accepting of it to you. Even coming to see you at work occasionally.

You weren't the only one changing though, Jungkook was starting to be himself more in school. He'd started talking more in class and even sitting by you in any classes you had with no partner and you'd started to become close friends.

You trusted Jungkook a lot with different things since you were always hanging out together and not just studying anymore either. Since he was pretty good with Henry he would come over whenever he had to work late and look after your little brother, even spend the night if it was too late for him to walk home. It felt good to not have to stress all too much about Henry all on your own since Jungkook had picked him up from school a couple of times. Even taking the time to teach him how to play the drums whenever you went over to Jungkook's house for a change of scenery. It appeared as though you and Henry had gained a lifelong friend since your studying sessions together and you couldn't be happy with it all. Your grades had improved once again and you felt more open with jungkook now that you'd formed a close friendship with one another which was why tonight you were going, to be honest with him.

You slowly looked at the bedroom door where Henry was asleep and then back at Jungkook,

"The reason I don't tell him I work so much is so he doesn't worry." You admitted before putting the cap on your highlighter and staring at Jungkook. You wanted to be out with everything, you wanted him to know the truth about all of your life and you knew why. You'd been crushing on him majorly for weeks now.

"You don't have to talk about it," Jungkook said as he gently placed his hand on your thigh but you smiled and shook your head,

"I want to...When mum left Henry tried to do everything to bring her back. He didn't sleep or eat, he'd constantly be trying to ring her or our family to ask where she was but no one knew...No one knows." You scoffed a little at the thought of it,

"She walked out and we don't hear from her but...He would jump whenever he heard the phone ringing thinking it was her and he would get so excited only to be hurt when it was just a telemarketer." You swallowed the lump in your throat before Jungkook squeezed your thigh softly in his giant hand.

"When I realised she wasn't coming back I started working but when he noticed that he wanted to work too and I...I didn't want him to. I wanted him to have the childhood he should have," Tears rolled down your cheeks, it was the first time you were admitting this to anyone other than yourself and Jungkook moved closer to you. Sitting in front of you as he reached his hands up and gently wiped away the tears that were rolling down your face.

"Hey, hey, you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I'm not going to judge you for any of it," He whispered as you lent your face into his touch and relaxed completely against him. There was one thing Jungkook was exceptionally at and that was making you feel as though you had a home with someone.

"Fuck, you make everything feel so much better," You sniffled, using your sleeve to wipe your face as he chuckled a little at the sight of you smiling.

"Yeah?" He quizzed, slowly snaking his arm around your waist as you leant your forehead against his,

"Y-Yeah...You make me feel complete." You admitted as you slowly took his free hand in yours and linked your fingers together. Your heart racing so fast you were almost sure he could hear it but he didn't say anything, he just smirked and leaned forward. The two of you let out a shaky breath before your lips were pressed against one another fusing together as the buildup from weeks of you being together came undone around you.

Your entire body was on fire as he pulled you closer to him, slowly losing himself in the taste of your lips as he whined a little.

"M-My room," You whispered, not wanting Henry to come out of his room and see the two of you together like this.

Tiny kisses grew into so much more as you made out with one another on your bed, Jungkook's hands slowly stripping you off the oversized hoodie you were wearing,

"Is that mine?" He asked as he watched it fall to the floor but you gripped his chin in your hand and kissed him again to avoid answering the question. Jungkook chuckled against your lips as your both stripped one another of your clothes and you admired him from the bed.

"You're so beautiful," You whispered to him, his cheeks flaming bright red. It may have been a simple compliment but coming from you it meant the world and more to him,

"As are you," He whispered before kissing down your neck slowly biting down on your skin as you let out small and quiet moans. Even though the door was locked you didn't want to risk waking up your brother and scaring him for life with what you and Jungkook were doing.

"Jungkook," You sighed happily as he kissed down your legs slowly, biting down on each of your thighs as he grunted a little. His cock was throbbing with how badly he needed you but there was one thing he needed more in the world and that was to taste you, he'd been dreaming of what you would taste like for weeks now.

He gently pushed your legs apart and trails kiss up your thighs before staring up into your eyes and devouring you as if he'd never eaten something in his life. A loud gasp left your mouth and you grabbed onto a pillow holding it over your mouth to keep yourself quiet. Usually, Jungkook would want to hear every sound you made but tonight he knew he couldn't. He groaned happily as he ran the tip of his tongue from the line of your pussy to your clit, gently sucking on your sensitive clit as you squirmed against his touch. Your back arched away from the bed as you moaned out into the pillow, one of your hands looking around for Jungkook's as he gripped onto your hand tightly. Your other hand held onto his hair as you pushed him against your cunt, desperate for him to keep going as you could feel your release coming over you.

"J-Jungkook" You muffled out as he pushed two fingers into you, moaning a little when you clenched around him, fuck it was going to be torture being inside of you and he knew he wasn't going to last long.

"So wet for me baby, is this how wet you get whenever you see me?" He smirked as he began to slowly push his fingers in and out of you, curling them up as you moan out into the pillow.

She's all mine

Jungkook got a little faster with you, adding a third finger into you and changing up the tempo with you. His mouth wrapped around your clit and he began to suck harshly as you wriggled around uncontrollably, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train as you came around his fingers, jerking your clit against his mouth as he chuckled softly.

"Tastes like heaven." He says before you grab him and kiss him deeply, your hands working their way down to his cock and pumping him softly and slowly in your hands as he let out a small whine against your lips.

"I want you," You told him as he nodded at you, scrambling away to reach for his wallet grabbing the condom he always kept on him in case the need for it ever arouse.

"You always keep a condom in your wallet? Or just because you met me?" You teased as he slowly rolled the condom onto his cock and hovered above you again, he slapped your legs softly and you spread yourself for him. Smirking as he slowly ran his cock between your folds making you whine a little as he leaned down to hiss you deeply.

He slowly pushed into you and your back arched away from the bed while you moaned against his lips. Jungkook pulled out and pushed back in slowly until he was buried deep inside of you with ease and you gripped onto him tightly.

"F-Fuck, you're like a little vice," He moans out as he slowly began to thrust in and out of you, doing his best to focus on something other than his incessant need to cum right now. He wanted to make you feel good a little longer but you were so tight he could hardly control himself.

"F-Faster," You rasped out as a shiver ran down his spine at the sudden command from you. A smirk played on his lips as he began to thrust deeply into you and your legs wrapped loosely around his waist desperate to feel him so close to you.

"You're always such a fucking tease at school," He moans out as he thrusts into you a little harder, smirking as he looks down at you with your head rolled back against the pillows/

"J-Jungkook," You breathed out as he began t thrust in and out of you at a steady rhythm, your fingers dragged down his back and you were sure that they were going to leave marks for people to see.

"Always in power at school, huh, but look who's fucking you into submission now," He grunts while laughing softly as he rammed into you over and over again, your body shaking with every hit of pleasure he was giving to you. Moans slipped through your lips louder than you wanted but you were too lost to even care anymore as you tightened around him. The growing tension in your stomach let you know that you were close again but before you could even warn Jungkook you came undone.

Tightening around him as you cried out into his hand that was covering your mouth as he smirked at you, grunting as he came into the condom.

"I-I'd like the record to s-show I last longer than that normally," He panted as he looked down at you, a giggle escaping your lips as you brought him down to kiss you deeply.

"I hope you know this means something to me," You told him once he laid down beside you on the bed, running his hands up and down your arm as you moved to snuggle into him. Jungkook smiled to himself as he held you close to him, he was happy to hear this wasn't just some one-night stand to you as it meant everything to him,

"It does to me too, I don't share." He told you as he gave you a small squeeze making you giggle a little. It was true and there was one more thing. There was no way he was going to hide the fact that the two of you were together anymore when he wanted everyone to know that you were taken by him,

"I don't want to hide us. That's my main condition to this." He told you as you slowly looked up and smiled warmly at him. There was no way you were going to hide this either, not when Jungkook made you the happiest girl in the world.

"I don't want us to hide either." You said before gently kissing him on the lips softly, the two of you softly making out until you fell asleep cuddled into one another.

The following day the two of you rocked up to school together, Jungkook's sleeves rolled up and his hair styled the way he had it outside of school. There'd been no time for him to style it that morning and he couldn't wear his hoodie since you'd decided to wear it today and let everyone know that you were officially his girl.

"I say that you cook tonight," You told Jungkook as he stood between your legs while you sat on your desk waiting for the class to start and for the teacher to arrive.

"How about I order in instead? We both know you hate my attempts at cooking," He smirked before kissing you deeply, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you tried to pull him closer to you. The two of you couldn't get enough of one another and it was sickening to see from the outside. Krissy dropped her bag next to your table and scoffed,

"Of course, the class slut gets the hot nerd guy," Krissy mumbled just loud enough for you to hear, you slowly pulled away from Jungkook's lips a little shocked that someone who was supposed to be your friend had said that.

"Krissy..." You whispered softly hoping that she was just joking but she was smirking at you both before she stood up from her seat again.

"There is something you should know about the beauty and the geek though," Your entire body went numb as you stared at her, Jungkook's grip around your waist tightened as you both braced for what she was about to say.

"It's more The prince and the pauper, isn't it Yn?" Krissy asked while smirking back at you, people began to murmur and wonder what Kriss was talking about.

"Krissy, don't." You begged, your voice cracking a little as you tried to get her not to do this. The two of you were supposed to be friends and now she was doing this all because you were dating someone? What kind of a friend does that?

"The young and handsome prince falling in love with the poor loser with no family, no money and works about 4 different jobs to keep herself afloat." Krissy spat out with such venom and your entire body heated up as people began to laugh and look over at you,

"Why do you think she's always disappearing or on her phone? It's in case her clients call her and she needs to fuck them to get paid." Laughter broke out around you and Jungkook stared back at Krissy while he shook his head,

"Maybe you should get your facts straight though Krissy. Because while Yn is out here making her own money, you're still at home living on daddy's credit cards." Jungkook wasn't going to let them get away with hurting you, not when they had absolutely nothing to attack you for.

"Well...I-I- At least I don't dress up as a maid for a living," She snapped but people stared at her realising that she was grasping at straws to come up with reasons to attack you. People around the class began to lose interest and went back to their own things,

"Grow up," You told her before grabbing your thighs and moving to go and sit beside Jungkook at the back of the class, there was no way you were going to sit by someone who would rather tear you down than support you in a relationship.

"You okay?" Jungkook whispered as he linked your hands together, giving it a small squeeze as you nodded and smiled up at him.

"More than okay," You promised before kissing him deeply.

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thelightofthebane · 10 months

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If you gather enough light…

Something miraculous will happen.

Pairing: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Summary: The worlds might change, but there are three universal truths:

1. Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane will aid anyone who needs.

2. Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane are self-sacrificing idiots.

3. Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane love each other so much, they change the world for the other.

And their love? It transcends worlds.

Tags: Multiverse, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Magnus Bane Loves Alec Lightwood, Alec Lightwood Loves Magnus Bane, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

You can read Chapter 2 here on AO3 or just below!

TW for this chapter: Mention of child abuse, violence, and bullying

II.

“Are you hungry? I’m hungry,” Magnus muttered, petting his inseparable companion, Chairman Meow - a stuffed cat with cotton wool spilling from it, different stains all over the cloth, a cropped ear, and only one eye-button sewed.

Not that Magnus didn’t care about his toy. On the contrary. He loved Chairman more than anything, the only friend he ever had. But all the tears and smudges and destruction were caused by the bigger kids who liked to bully Magnus. They would stomp on it, scribble with permanent markers, or dip it into some paint. Many times Magnus had to rescue Chairman from a garbage can or the toilet or a mud puddle. Once they threw Chaiman inside a pool, and Magnus thought it would be lost forever since he was too scared of the water and didn’t know how to swim, but fortunately a teacher took pity of him and rescued Chairman.

Magnus was used to it by now. Nobody liked him. He was just the poor Asian kid who had a crazy mother, an alcoholic stepfather, and a father who was a murderer. The kids either openly hated him, pushed him and laughed at him, or just ignored him like he didn’t exist.

Being invisible was a superpower he could go by.

At first, Magnus would hide in a bathroom, but if the bigger kids found him, they would drag him to a toilet and flush it while holding his face down. Magnus was scared to go there now. So, he found the perfect hidden spot - a red sandalwood tree right behind the gym’s storage. He would stay there, up on a high branch, during lunch breaks and after school for an hour or two, waiting for the mean kids to go home. He was small for a seven-old kid, so it was easy to hide in-between the branches and leaves.

Well, until now, when Magnus felt the first hit on the back of his head.

“Hey, hellspawn!” A boy yelled, throwing more rocks at Magnus. “Why don’t you live there from now on? You’d do the world a favor if an abomination like you disappeared for good.

Magnus barely flinched at those words. He just needed to ignore them until those boys got tired of tormenting him and left. He was good at that. Maybe if he hugged Chairman Meow and closed his eyes tight enough, time would fly by and-

“Get away from him, you assholes!”

Magnus’ eyes snapped open and he looked down, at the boy who had just appeared.

It was the quiet boy from his English class. He always sat at the back and only read, ignoring everyone around him or just glaring at them. Some kids were afraid of him.

Magnus… was curious about him.

The boy - Alec? Alexander? - didn’t scare him like the bigger boys. Perhaps because he was never mean to Magnus. He mostly ignored Magnus’ presence. So why now? Was he waiting for a chance to be mean to Magnus too, without anyone else around?

“What do you want, Lightwood? This is none of your business.” One of the boys growled and shoved Alec back.

Alec, however, didn’t seem intimidated. On the contrary, he only scowled.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll tell the Headmaster.”

“Oooh, mama boy will snitch on us.” Another boy, who Magnus vaguely remembered was called Sebastian, snickered. “I always thought you were odd. I’m starting to think you like to suck dick, Lightwood. Maybe you want to suck the demon’s di-”

“Fuck you!” Alec punched him.

Hard.

Even from up high, Magnus could hear a cracking sound. And then, see all the blood.

Alec might’ve broken Sebastian’s nose.

“You’ll regret this, Lightwood. I swear!” Sebastian whined and then fled hurriedly, his friends following right after.

Alec still had his fist in the air, but he was also shaking, seeming paralyzed.

Magnus looked at him in wonder, feeling grateful and safe for the first time in his life.

“Why did you help me?”

~*~

Why, indeed.

Alec wasn’t supposed to be spotted. His existence was more of a shadow, always quiet and unimportant, invisible really. His only purpose was to keep watch on his siblings and make sure they wouldn’t create problems. He wasn’t supposed to get involved in the problems - and his current issue was pretty much one.

He and Magnus had some classes together, and he saw how the other kids treated him. Most times it would make his blood boil, especially when he imagined Izzy and Jace suffering the same, but he never dared to speak out. If he got in trouble and his parents knew…

His entire body shivered hard just thinking about it.

No, he couldn’t risk it.

But…

When he was about to go home and saw a group of boys bullying Magnus again…

He should’ve looked away.

He should’ve stepped back and turned towards the school’s gates.

He should’ve ignored it again and been the good boy his parents expected him to be.

But each new step away from that act of violence against Magnus made his heart hurt more and more.

It became unbearable.

That was wrong. He had to…

He had…

Shutting his eyes tightly for a moment, Alec took a deep breath, then turned around.

Dammit.

Alec yelled at them.

He punched one of them.

God, there was going to be hell to pay later.

He knew his parents wouldn’t mind Alec punching other kids if he knew how to deal with the aftermath. Something about the Lightwood motto of breaking noses and accepting consequences. Alec didn’t think his parents meant literally, but they would ground him if his perfect marks were affected somehow and the family name was dragged into the mud. Sebastian Morgenstern wasn’t any dumb kid.

He was Valentine’s son.

A man who had bad blood with Maryse and Robert.

If Alec acted in defense of his siblings, maybe his parents wouldn’t bat an eye, but for the orphan kid nobody cared about?

Alec could already feel his anxiety building up.

However.

Looking up and seeing Magnus’ earnest, kind eyes... His small smile full of gratitude and hope... The way he hugged his cat toy...

No, Alec didn’t regret it.

He was still scared.

But he was also happy for choosing Magnus. It felt important.

It felt right.

Instead of answering, Alec simply opened his arms to Magnus.

Magnus’ eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

Finally smiling, Alec nodded.

Behind them, the sun was setting.

But Alec felt it was just rising the moment Magnus opened a big, delighted smile.

Magnus jumped.

Alec caught him, but the impact force was too strong and both fell on the grass. For a moment, Alec couldn’t breathe, but he never let go of Magnus.

And Magnus… Magnus felt joy for the first time in his life.

When he lifted his head to look at Alec, his smile was still giddy and endearing.

“Wanna be friends?”

Again, Alec was supposed to say no. To say it was a one-time thing. To tell Magnus he was on his own again from now on.

Yes, Alec should have.

But he didn’t.

Once more, he chose Magnus.

“Yes.”

Somewhere above them, a small floating ball of light flickered, then disappeared into the sky.

#TW child abuse #TW violence and bullying #Shadowhunters #Malec #Alec Lightwood #Magnus Bane #TSC #fic #my writing #Colorful Warlock

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holocene-sims · 2 years

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list 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

hi, thank you so much for the ask!! 😭💘

i'll follow my heart and talk a bit more about my most beloved grant again HAHA 👀

i tried not to go HAM on the exposition and length here but i couldn't resist

1. grant's real full name is joseph grant tuominen! i mentioned it before on an older post, but grant is, in fact, his middle name, and he's named after his grandpa joseph. but grant has always gone by, well, grant because he feels like it fits him better and he thinks he can't live up to the standards set by his predecessor. a lot of people in his family do affectionately call him josie, but he's cool with that

2. he's from the mitten state BUT not the actual mitten part. he's from the part everyone forgets exists, aka the upper peninsula. specifically, he's from the lovely town of sault ste. marie! 🌷

3. grant actually went to catholic school for his entire K-12 education career. and tbh it was alright, he had an okay time. he didn't have the stereotypical bad experience, even though he was openly bisexual from, like, seventh grade onward, and was also openly agnostic most of the time as well. he's pretty sure teachers would have given him a MUCH harder time if they didn't know how crazy his mom was, if they didn't pity him for the death of his older sister, and if they weren't afraid of the backlash from his grandparents...you kind of DON'T want the most important and beloved members of your local irish community pissed at you

time for a bonus?! his cousin chelsea had a very similar experience as well. she was openly gay for a long time, too, and also agnostic, and she didn't get any backlash either. she's also pretty sure it's because people are afraid of having the grandparents come to have a "friendly" chat about the importance of respect and affirming all identities 🏳️‍🌈☮️

4. i mentioned this before but grant grew up playing hockey! 🏒 and he was great, totally a natural at it. but you know, he does NOT have the personality of a jock at all. he does not feel interested in masculinity, he's a big nerd, super intelligent, etc. but he is naturally athletic

some little fun facts: he played center, he's left-handed so he always shot from that side, he was nominated team captain in high school because everyone just liked him so much even though he was super shy, and he won MVP in his senior year after their team won state championship and he was forced to go on the local news that night to talk about the game (and he was trying so hard to get one of the more outgoing dudes to take his place, like BEGGING them)

5. there you go, another fun fact. grant's not very shy anymore. he's an introvert deep inside underneath the thick layer of his fear of being abandoned and left alone, but he's not shy as an adult. he can talk to anybody, no problem. but growing up, he was incredibly shy (and of course, always was and still is a really sensitive person). he had a lot of friends, though, either because he was just likable once you got him to open up or because the younger siblings of his older sisters' friends wanted to be buddies with him

he was kind of, not gonna lie, bullied out of his shyness in college. grant was really used to him mom hating everything about him, but he was STUNNED when he moved onto college hockey and realized most big state school jocks were not the nice, small town kids he grew up with. the college kids pretty much bullied him right out of the gate for being shy, for being sensitive, for being queer, etc. so, he kind of forced himself to not be those things for a long, long four years just to survive. most of those traits came right back when he was alone or with family or as soon as he graduated, but the shyness did not come back

#thank you for the ask again!! :)#asks #hlcn: grant #hlcn: oc info #you see why he went wildly deep in alcohol and drugs in college and was constantly wanting and trying to unalive himself #getting bullied and having your childhood trauma explode into C-PTSD and bipolar disorder is not a fun combo #hlcn: story extras

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thewornoutandtired · 1 year

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Masks

The Liar is the first one that most people meet. He’s usually happy, smiling, laughing. He lies compulsively, not even an ounce of hesitation. He doesn’t even need to most of the time. It’s secondhand, done before he even consciously thinks about it. He thinks it's fun, to tell all these little lies that form such an intricate web. It is, at least in part, a lack of willingness to let people in, to let them know anything true. After all, any information could be used against him later.

The Good Child is what the higher ups see. Parents, teachers, bosses, they all get the same. A happy, smiling yes man. He does whatever you tell him and more, striving to be a perfect, good little boy. The one parents wish they had, the one his own parents are proud of. It’s a cleverly worn mask that hides what he really does. How could the perfect student have misbehaved? Such a hard worker could never be screwing around, right?

The Faerie has a silver tongue. He’s a smooth talker through and through. Whether it’s flirting, heart-to-hearts, or arguing. He’s the face who won’t tell you a lie. He deals in half-truths and omissions, making everything sound like music to your ears. Be careful when making deals with him, since they often hold more meaning than you’d think.

The Slut is regularly encountered by those he finds attractive. He’s flirty, usually open about what he wouldn’t mind having or doing. But he’s not one to make the first move. He wants you to invite him, to tell him. His morals won’t let him bring you into it himself. He’s eager to please, wanting to do everything he can to make you finish. He works with any kink, any fantasy. After all, most of them are ones he enjoys as well. He hopes to be tossed a bone, to play with his own pleasures as well.

The Robot is often seen by those he’s entered relationships with. The robot doesn’t feel, doesn’t emote, doesn’t even hardly think. He exists to serve, to take care of you even to the point that he suffers from it. It is the most hated mask in the collection, as it isn’t fair when he puts it on. He’ll do it anyways, since you’re more important than he is. Pull this mask off yourself and he’ll thank you for it. When it comes off, if it’s truly off, is the truest glimpse you’ll get of the person underneath

The Warrior is a mask not many people get a glimpse of, and the only one who actually wears a mask. He craves the adrenaline rush, cool slick fire down his spine. Loud music, fast cars, dangerous activities, anything to have some fun. Nothing is quite so much fun as a good fight. Peace found within chaos, the wild rush and the empty thoughts that comes from relying on nothing but instinct. He is probably one of the happiest masks in the collection, not that you’d be able to tell by looking at him. Be careful with this one.

The Psycho is one that only a select few have seen. He’s dangerous, the theoretical dark side of the moon. He laughs, a sound that shouldn’t be as scary as it is. He laughs almost constantly. He’s not seen without a knife in his hand, which he twirls like a child with a stick. If you see him coming, either go the other direction, or try to take his mask off.

In the end, they combine to form the boy. The masks come and go freely, shuffling like a deck of cards. It makes it difficult to know who you’re talking to at any point, which he uses to his advantage. They all serve to hide what’s underneath, the true boy. He’s afraid and fragmented, hiding away from the light and the people around him. A few have seen what he is underneath, less than one hand’s worth. It changes their perception of him, and he doesn’t want their pity, their sorrow for what he is. So he keeps the masks in place instead.

#writing #creative writing #going back through my old writings #masks #the storyteller himself

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x-chubby-reader · 3 years

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Oh MY GOD what about Bakugou, kirishima, and sero who get hit by a quirk who turns them into a lil toddler or whatever and they’ve got the biggest crush on their chubby/plus size classmate 🥺🥺

A/N - I literally love this idea so much, thanks to @fandom-fander for helping out with this headcannon.

Not Prof Read

Lowercase Intentional

Cursing

Toddler!Bakugo, Kirishima, and Sero x Plus size reader

Bakugo

aizawa sure as hell didn't feel like dealing with the angry pomeranian in minature form

he decided to leave the boy with the class and let them decide among themselves on who should watch the little firecracker for the day

extra credit anyone?

everyone immediately pinned the responsibility on you

kirishima, he didn't feel like getting screeched at by a small bakugo and needed to apparently go study

he also knew that bakugo had a fondness for you in his teenage form, so why not see if he still has it

fr little bakugo pretends to hate your guts

somehow this little toddler has the most hurtful insults

“you can't even get a boyfriend? that's pretty sad.”

suddenly choking out a child is okay

do it… no one has to know how it happened

even though he had pretended to hate you, he still kept trying to show off to you

you decided to take him out on a little bike/tricycle ride? homeboy flipped it trying to show off how fast he could go and then proceeded to complain about scraping his knee

hey at least he got your attention

he is a literal leash kid fight me oh my god

bakugo will simply run away

you expected him to listen? oh you're in for a surprise

the only option that you give him is to either wear the embarrassing monkey pack or to hold your hand

he immediately grabs your hand and is literally so giddy and its adorable my lord-

smiles for days my heart i can’t-

he may seem all happy and nice, but that can flip in a minute

he’s the biggest brat sometimes and you are literally this close to punting him across the room

you don't get him something that he wants? little pomeranian boy will turn into a velociraptor child in an instant

the decimals that that kids voice can reach up to is kind of impressive not going to lie

“no bakugo, you can't have that right now maybe later-”

screech

thankfully he tires himself out quick enough to set him down for a nap

but nothing is ever simple, is it?

he wont go to sleep without you though, claiming that there are monsters and he needs to know where you are so he can protect you

no matter how many times you had explained to him that there weren't any monsters around, you slowly succumbed to his pleas

almost feeling bad for him, he just looked so serious about how you could get hurt that it made you feel bad

you didn't notice how much taking care of a kid took out of you until now

you had made a mental note to apologize to your mom for having to deal with you when you were younger later

As soon as you settled down on the couch with the toddler laying on top of you, you almost instantaneously passed out

oh boy were you in for a surprise when you woke up to a teen bakugo, still curled into your torso

he looked up to you after feeling you stir, he almost had a smirk on his face before burying his head back into you

mostly to hide the redness spreading over his face, he wasn’t going to admit that he was blushing

no way in hell

he just mumbled a “later” before his breaths softened into a steady pace

yeah, you may be stuck here for a bit

Kirishima

you were there for the whole thing

red-top had pushed you out of the way of an incoming quirk blast and suffered the consequences

he became young again, almost too young

you felt bad

and who wouldn’t

so of course you took it upon yourself to watch him until the effects wore off

the thing you learned about him was that he was an even touchy-er child

homeboy just wanted to be held all the time

just climbing up and latching himself onto your calf

it was adorable but hard to walk with

If you pick him up, you’ve basically sworn an oath with the devil himself

you cannot put him down

ever

he gives the most pitiful looks when you do and drags his feet when you walk

he also wont leave you alone

so curious in whatever your doing at that exact moment

and he is impressed by everything you do

“what are you doing?”

“reading”

“wow so cool!”

a bug came in through the window and he screamed

you walked in all nonchalant, grabbed your shoe, and smacked that some of a bitch into a next dimension

he lit up omfg

“wow y/n, that was so manly!”

you brought him in to class since it had been a school day and were too afraid to tell aizawa about the incident

the girls were literally all over him

i mean, who wouldn’t be all over an adorable and friendly (looking at you bakugo) kid?

and the pebble boy was lapping up the attention like a thirsty dog on a hot day

you never expected him to act like this

shy maybe, but then again he was pretty outgoing in his teenage form

he was grinning from ear to ear

literally posing like a mini body builder and making little huffing noises

even you couldn’t help it, letting a little aww out like most of the other girls

this had been causing a slight disturbance to the class

so the whole going to school thing was pointless as aizawa sent the two of you home anyways

he is already a tired dad, he dosen’t need to be dealing with a toddler right now

putting the little strongman on your back you began to walk

you had been hoping that the effects would wear off in a few more hours

but nothing ever goes to plan dose it?

while you had been walking, you noticed a significant weight increase, but just decided to ignore it

hey you were more sturdy and thicc, you wern’t no pussy, why stop all of a sudden because of the extra weight?

the only single thing that had alerted you to kiri being fully back was the whisper in your ear

instead of a sqeaky and mousy voice, you heart a more smooth and even comment

“hey stranger”

girl you dropped him and ran, him having to catch up to you

he has the audacity to give you a heart attack, he better suck it up

Sero

this was the same situation as bakugo, aizawa just didn’t want to deal with the kid

and especially a kid who kept mixing up two languages

he really was just so one

aizawa gave him the option to go to anyone

of course he ran straight to you, clinging onto your calf, as that was as high as he could reach

hey you looked the most inviting and least scary

he was literally terrified of bakugo and almost started to bawl is eyes out when he went near him

though he calm down slightly when he went down to get to a similar height as him.

why wouldn’t you take the opportunity to watch a cute little kid and skip class

hey, aizawa said whoever watched him got extra credit

but there soon was a slight problem that you noticed

well not really a problem, but more of a hurdle

with sero being raised in a household that spoke both english and spanish, he started to mix the two, not knowing any better

he would be asking for “leche” and you would just stand there trying to understand with your limited vocab

just the loading circle above your head whenever he started to talk

but you managed with google translate and going off of the vast amount of spanish soap operas you watched at 3 am once a week

surprisingly, he was a very artistic kid

at least every ten minutes he would walk over to you and hand you a squiggly picture of a flower, you, or him and you holding hands

and he would just giggle before running away to make another

bro heart go melt

being pre occupied with some papers that the father teacher had sent home with you, sero couldn’t get your attention

he might of forgotten your name and got stuck in a predicament

then the most rational thing popped into his head

well his dad called his mom “mi amor” and you and his mom were both pretty ladies

it made total sense to him so he went with it

“hey...”

nothing

“hey...”

nothing again

“hey... mi amor~”

your head shot up immediately

since he noticed that the name had gotten your attention, he just started using it

when he had shifted to being a teen again, the two of you never mentioned the name again

until a few days later when he was back to normal in class

homeboy was trying to get your attention and the multiple taps on the shoulder weren't cutting it

he got an idea

“hey... mi amor~”

yep that got you immediately

and he still uses that nickname for you

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Hell Week

Where have I been you ask? Recovering from the moment I found out that All Might’s middle finger is 6.2 inches long- that’s where. Jesus Lord I haven’t stopped sweating since.

Pairing: All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Choking, Daddy kink, slight Praise kink and semi-public sex. Minors- even though I can’t make you not interact- I can come to your house and tell your mother and I want you to picture how that interaction would go down. I’ll show her your browser history I swear to God-

Word Count: 11,000+

Summary: Exam season had finally rolled around at U.A. and had been lovingly dubbed Hell Week by every long suffering member of staff there. All Might didn’t think it would be that bad- until it starts to get in the way of him doing one of his favourite activities.

Namely you.

*as always, the gif isn’t mine but is oddly appropriate for the story O_O

You hated Hell Week but then... so did everyone.

Those were the first thoughts you had when you stepped into the lecture hall on a sunny Monday morning. Desks upon desks, lined in neat rows, filled the room from front to back- each one with it’s own face down paper on top.

It was exam season. It was exactly like flu season but with far more suffering.

There was however, one very faint light at the end of the tunnel and it was the only reason you weren’t hopping a plane to some far away country and hiding there until this was all over. All Might, the big lovable dork, had zero idea of what was about to hit him. He’d only been teaching at UA for just under a year- missing the last exam season but just in time for this one.

He’d been fucking you just a little bit longer than that but in all the time you’d been seeing him, you’d never brought up just how horrible it was.

By the time you made it across the room, the door was opening again and sure enough, All Might ducked under the doorway to the lecture hall looking far more put together than he had when you’d left him that morning. You hadn’t had the heart to wake him as he’d sprawled out across your bed- his skinny frame taking up just as much room as his muscular one did.

He was such a bed hog, you thought, a smile tugging at your lips.

Looking far too cheerful for this time of the morning- and clearly oblivious about what was to come- he slipped through the desks and headed straight for you. Even though his eagerness to see you made your heart thump harder in your chest, you couldn’t stop the snort of laughter that escaped either.

He was simply awful at hiding your relationship. The only reason you hadn’t been outed to the whole school yet was because you were a little more restrained than he was.

Well... that and you told Hizashi to stop fucking prying into your business with such heat in your voice that anyone within earshot had decided to comply too and had left you both alone.

Still, the fact that Toshinori couldn’t seem to help himself, couldn’t stop himself being near you all the time… it brought to life the butterflies that had made a permanent home in your stomach. So much for it being just sex.

That had gone out of the window long ago.

“Good morning,” he rumbled, finally next to you and you grinned up at him affectionately. His tie was crooked- the only indication that he’d woken up a little too late for comfort and slept through the alarm you’d set before you’d left for work. Glancing around, you found that you were alone with him and so you reached up, straightening the knot and smoothing the material flat against his solid chest.

“Hi,” you answered at long last and it was the only thing you had time to say before his lips found yours for a kiss.

You melted into it. There hadn’t really been much time for kisses lately. Between hero work and exam week prep, you’d both been exhausted and the only reason he’d even stayed over the night before was because he’d graciously offered to help you mark homework and lighten the load. You’d fallen into bed and slept deeply without even a thought of doing anything else- which was admittedly unusual for you both. Despite long work days and how tired his injury made him, Toshinori was insatiable when it came to you.

Not that you were bragging or anything but… well. Look at him. You were goddamn blessed.

“I missed you this morning,” he said, pulling back and looking down at you with those deep, pretty eyes of his. A shiver of lust made it’s way through you and you were suddenly sorry you hadn’t gone through with your plan to wake him up before you’d left. He’d just looked so damn sweet with his face buried in your pillow, snoring softly, that you’d decided to leave him be.

You graced him with a winning smile.

“Didn’t want to disturb you,” you said, glancing towards the double doors at the back of the room. You could hear footsteps approaching and you knew he could too, by the way his eyes followed your line of sight seconds later. “You looked like you needed the sleep, baby.”

He flashed you a grin, his eyebrows raising in an expression you knew all too well. All Might was horny and he wasn’t afraid to let you know about it- despite the sounds of other people getting ever closer. Arousal made your stomach dip low and you shivered involuntarily.

A big, warm hand curled around your waist and you were suddenly tugged closer until you were plastered against him, your hands pressing flat on his hard chest.

Oh yeah, you thought smugly.

This man was hot for you and your eyes mindlessly followed the path his tongue took over his teeth, coming to a stop on the point of his canine. The hand that was on your waist slid lower, to the small of your back and then across the curve of your ass until his fingers slipped ever so lightly to press between your legs.

The noise you made was highly inappropriate for the workplace but fuck, when he acted like this it drove you to the point of losing any inhibitions you would normally have.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight, sweetheart,” he said, his voice lowering to that timbre that had talked you into doing absolutely unspeakable things with only a few, encouraging words. “As many times as you want, for as long as you want.”

You bit your lip, a grin threatening to break through.

“Oh Toshi,” you cooed, patting his chest sympathetically. He was absolutely oblivious to the horror that was about to hit him square in the face.

The doors at the top of the auditorium slammed open with a metallic thunk and within seconds you had escaped his grasp to stand at an appropriate distance, laughing inwardly at his puppy dog head tilt. His thick eyebrow quirked in question and you shot him one last pitying look. “You have no idea what you’re in for this week, do you?”

You almost felt guilty for not elaborating and you had no doubt that he’d get revenge on you in some way, shape or form in the coming months. But for now you left it vague- left him looking confused but unable to question you as Aizawa and Nemuri approached with a line of sullen looking teenagers behind them.

He wouldn’t have the time or energy to breathe this week, let alone do anything remotely athletic in the bedroom.

It wasn’t called Hell Week for nothing.

It was Wednesday. You were tantalizingly close to the end of the week but also far too far away from it.

Brushing against Toshinori while you passed each other in the aisle- supposedly observing the students as they scribbled away- was the most action either of you had gotten for days now. You didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose exactly, but the big jerk made it a point to touch you every time. Brushing his hand against yours. A palm on the small of your back as he gave way and let you through- so gentlemanly to any observer but the tension in his touch was a dead giveaway.

The way his eyes darkened and he exhaled impatiently through his nose, almost as though if he opened his mouth he would say something entirely inappropriate. He wasn’t being chivalrous in his head in the least.

He was thinking about fucking you and hard.

It eventually got to the point that you couldn’t resist.

Teasing him was just in your nature and every little innocent touch as your bodies passed so close was driving you insane. So as you passed him by at the back of the room, as far away from prying ears as possible, you whispered-

“I’m so fucking wet for you right now.”

- so softly that it could have been nothing at all. He heard you just fine though and you felt his whole body tense like he was being electrocuted.

You carried on, grinning to yourself smugly as you did and all the while Toshinori stood like a statue- eyes wide and lips parted like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d just heard come out of your mouth. He glanced back at your retreating form, his tongue pressing hard against the inside of his cheek.

Oh yeah, you had royally pissed him off.

And turned him on.

Terribly proud of yourself, you went back to being an excellent teacher and leaned over to help an impatient Bakugo- who had run out of paper for his final question and by the looks of it, fucks to give too. Honestly, same.

It took a couple of minutes for you to grab some extra paper at the front of the room and reassure the kid that his answer was on the right track, as vaguely as possible of course- so by the time you were about to make another pass of your boyfriend, you’d almost forgotten what you had said the last time.

He clearly hadn’t.

“Phone.”

That was all he said as he passed you, his lips quirking at the corner and by the time you were at the front of the room with your back away from prying eyes, you were itching to know what he’d meant by that.

You hadn’t felt your phone buzz in your pocket- although you had been distracted up until now and it was likely it had gone off without you noticing. Although you also hadn’t seen Toshi with his phone out either, unless he was being extra sneaky.

Which at this point, you wouldn’t put past him.

Sure enough, there it was on your screen. A message notification from ‘The Big Guy’. You smiled and despite your better judgement, you opened it in front of fifty or so quiet, focused students. After all, what could it possibly be other than maybe a little dirty response to what you’d whispered to him earlier?

When your joined chat opened at last, the noise you made wasn’t human. It caught in your throat and when a few of the kids looked up in confusion, you had to pass it off as a cough before they began to ask questions.

Questions like, why are you turning that shade of red? Or, why did you just make a noise like a dying swan?

All Might, that lovable, sweet, smiling number one hero, was leering at you from the back of the room- his grin absolutely filthy.

When you were satisfied that the kids were focused on their exams again, you stared at the picture he’d sent you, face flushing hot.

When the fuck had he even taken this?

The photo was taken from a very low angle, his expression in the background much like the one he was wearing right now as he watched you- except his cheeks were a little pinker. He was wearing his hero costume, reclining on what looked like the bed in his apartment with one hand gripping the headboard behind his head.

The picture of relaxation and innocence.

Except his outfit was splayed open and his cock was jutting out from it proudly. You could see the fucking precum beading on the head, all shiny in the low light and you were practically drooling over your phone when it buzzed again.

“Shit-” you hissed, jumping and almost dropping it. That would have been sensational. A picture of All Might’s cock sailing majestically across the floor for all the students to see.

You hurriedly scrolled down to read what he’d messaged you.

‘You looked a little flustered. Everything okay?’

The bastard had even attached a winking emoji to the end of the text and you were both pissed off that he’d gotten the better of you and impressed that he’d taken such a fucking great nude. Then had the courage to send it to you, whereas months ago he would have chickened out and complained about you seeing the scar across his side.

With embarrassingly shaky fingers you managed to type out a reply, not even able to stay mad.

‘Baby, no lie. You should wear every outfit like that’, you responded, chewing on your bottom lip in a vain attempt to keep the smile off your face. ‘Crime would drop to an all time fucking low’.

Carrying on your route again, you watched him from your peripheral as he innocently took his phone out to read your response, so nonchalant and cocky.

After a moment of reading, he barked a loud laugh that turned a few heads, before turning pink and muttering an apology to the students he’d just disturbed.

You nudged him playfully the next time you passed each other, winking at him and then feeling incredibly pleased with yourself when he grinned and shook his head- clearly enjoying the moment that had passed between you in full view of everyone.

But, despite the thrumming sexual tension that crackled between you both for the rest of the day, by the time you got home there was only half an hour in which to change into your hero outfits and stare longingly at each other before going your separate ways for the evening.

You were taking a fucking vacation this time next year and Nezu, the little sociopath, could pry your holiday hours from your cold, dead hands.

“On your knees. Now.”

Caught by surprise, you spun around in what you had thought was the empty auditorium- only to come face to chest with your very tall, very haggard looking boyfriend.

“Huh?” you said stupidly, because the request wasn’t quite what you’d been expecting him to say. Not that you’d expected anyone at all to still be wandering around when the weekend and sweet, sweet freedom was calling.

It was Friday and the last exam of Hell Week had finished an hour ago- a moment you’d both been looking forward to since the first set of exams had started. In fact, the way the other teachers had all but sprinted past the kids on the way out- you guessed that you and Toshi weren’t the only ones who had been willing this week to end.

Toshinori had quickly figured out that he was not in for an easy work week as he’d first thought and the mounting pressure of grading papers, comforting stressed teenagers at all hours of the day and attempting to not have a breakdown had taken it’s toll.

Every night, you’d both crawled into bed at some ungodly hour after midnight, exhausted from grading and the ever persistent hero work that took up a good chunk of your evenings. On top of all that, you knew Toshinori was still sneaking off every lunch time to get in a training session with Midoriya- and not eating anything the entire time either.

You’d begun to sneak Midoriya lunches to share with his mentor just to make sure your boyfriend was at least getting something through the day and not neglecting himself as he always did.

Then, you’d been over compensating with dinner and as a result had even less time to do anything remotely relating to a relationship.

The only time the two of you had been close this week was when you woke up extra early for cuddles and even they couldn’t last long when the alarm would start to blare.

All that and the pent up sexual tension meant that when Toshi told you to get on your knees with that ravenous look in his eye, your panties were soaking in seconds. However, there was still a little, itty bitty part of you with some common sense left at least and you glanced around the room before giving him a pointed look.

“Babe, I know this week has been rough but is this really a good idea? What if someone comes?”

You heard it the moment it left your lips and when you looked at his expression it was full of barely repressed mirth, his shoulders already shaking. He could be so immature sometimes. You rolled your eyes, despite your own smile spreading on your face.

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“You think anyone, student or teacher is going to want to look at this room again before Monday? The only reason I’m still in it is because all I’ve been thinking about, all day, is you sucking my cock sweetheart. I don’t think I can wait until we get home,” he rumbled in that deep, sexy baritone that he brought out whenever he wanted something from you.

The one you found it impossible to say no to.

His fingers trailed over your cheek and he took the moment of weakness in your resolve to swoop down and kiss you hard.

You’d barely even had a moment to kiss this week and so the second his mouth was on yours, common sense was tied up and gagged. Horny you was now in charge and fuck, your boyfriend was looking fine today.

It took no more persuasion for you to drop to your knees in front of him and when you looked up at him, impossibly tall as he was, his cheeks were pink and his eyes dark. He probably thought it would have taken a lot more persuasion than that but what could you say?

Getting dicked down in the school was on your bucket list anyway and right now you imagined that it was hastily being added to his as well.

“If anyone catches us, I’m leaving the country,” you muttered, taking another cursory glance around. This position was incriminating enough should someone walk in- and you weren’t even doing anything yet. Imagine the scandal if someone caught you blowing All Might- paragon of virtue and strength- in the middle of your workplace.

It was almost enough to make you stand back up again and put a stop to the whole thing but then he went and palmed the very obvious erection that was straining against the front of his pants and all you could suddenly think about was licking him from top to bottom.

“I won’t let anyone catch us,” he said reassuringly. He pointed to his ear as though you’d forgotten about the whole, excellent hearing thing. You snorted.

“Toshi, no offence but when we’re in the middle of sex a bomb could go off under the bed and you wouldn’t hear it.”

He looked momentarily offended before his expression dropped into a sheepish smile, one big hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. He knew you were right. Once he got into the zone there was no stopping him. It was kind of sweet, how intense he became. Even if you weren’t playing a game and just having some nice, lazy vanilla sex, he would get all possessive and serious and pull you in close to gaze into your eyes like it was the end of the world-

You only realized you had spaced out when he spoke again and you snapped back to reality with a rising flush on your face.

“Heh, I guess you’re right. But I promise, I won’t let anyone sneak up on us. You can count on me,” he beamed down at you and that promise alone was enough to make you relax and nod your consent.

His tongue swept over his bottom lip as the air in the room suddenly shifted, turning electric and leaving you both buzzing with the knowledge that you were about to do something very naughty.

Finding out that Toshinori was as kinky as you had been a bit of a shock at first. You’d expected him to be a the kind of guy who was insanely careful with his strength and as a result, gentle in bed. The sort of man who would whisper sweet words of encouragement to you and treat you like a princess the whole time.

While there were times he did just that, imagine your surprise one night when he’d grabbed the back of your neck and told you to be a good girl and suck his dick. Ever since then, it had been one wild ride with you never quite knowing what he was going to do next.

Afterwards, he’d quite shyly admitted that he’d never been entirely comfortable with letting anyone see that side of him.

So he’d kept it hidden just in case.

You nuzzled your nose against the straining bulge at the front of his pants, whining for him. Toshinori quirked an eyebrow at you, petting your head lazily.

“Look at you,” he murmured, sounding undone already. “You’re always so eager for Daddy’s cock, huh?”

It was no secret that it ruined you when he said things like that. Sweet, lovable All Might had an absolutely filthy mouth in bed and it turned you on every time he brought it out. His thick fingers trailed down your cheek, while his other hand slipped his loose tie from his neck with a snap.

“You know, everything you do turns me on,” he mused, his head cocked to one side as he stared down at you. His voice was like butter and you felt your thighs quiver. “It’s almost as though you know what you’re doing. Do you enjoy it? Knowing that all you have to do is look at me and I’m hard as a rock in seconds?”

You nodded, a little too eagerly.

“What are you gonna do about it, Daddy?” you breathed, excitedly. Because you already knew what he was going to do. A muscle in his jaw ticked

This week had royally sucked and there was only one thing that was going to improve it. His mouth quirked at the corner despite the stern demeanour he was aiming for. That mouth had done some damn fine things to you in the past and you didn’t doubt that it would keep going in the future.

A pleasant feeling of wetness spread slowly but steadily between your legs.

Your lips parted, soft puffs of breath warming the front of his pants. His cock was so close and you wanted it, wanted to take him into your mouth and give him a front row seat to just how much you enjoyed sucking him off.

In public no less.

“Hang on, sweetheart,” he soothed, noticing how impatient you were.

Suddenly, the soft silken material of his tie was being wrapped around your throat and knotted. He twisted the other end and wound it around his fist, giving an experimental tug.

When it tightened ever so slightly, you moaned. It was nowhere near tight enough yet but you could already imagine it digging in and making you choke. Fuck, being choked- controlled like this shouldn’t have sent sparks dashing across every nerve ending- but it did and you tugged back to tighten it a little bit more.

“Better?” he asked and you nodded eagerly, dying to get on with things. The material around your throat was just tight enough to remind you who was in control here and you looked up at him through your eyelashes, pressing an open mouthed kiss against the outline of his cock.

He grunted, pleased.

“Okay, you know the rules sweetheart. Red if you want to stop. Yellow if you need a second to breathe. Green if everything is fine. What’s our safe word?”

“Toshi,” you breathed, exasperated but not overly so. “I know the safe word. We’re on a time limit here baby.”

“Humour me,” was his firm, no nonsense answer and he gave you a look that meant he wasn’t messing around. He wanted to be sure that you knew it.

You nodded. You were both experienced enough now that he didn’t really need to repeat the rules every time but it was sweet that he did anyway. Usually he would go above and beyond to make sure you were comfortable when you played like this and despite being on something of a time limit, now was no exception.

It was also just one of the many reasons that the whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing had never worked out between you two. He was just too damn good to you.

Any limits you had tried to impose between each other had quickly dissolved until you were both forced to admit that you wanted more than just sex. Not that you were complaining at all.

A quick, forceful tug on your makeshift leash brought you back to reality and you finally laughed, “Okay, okay! Watermelon.”

It only took a little guffaw on his part to trigger more of your own dumb laughter.

You both giggled to yourselves at the absurdity behind that word- a shared story of absolute shame, embarrassment and too much tequila that must never be told again. Why he’d insisted on it being your safe word you would never know but it was clear by now that you had trouble saying no to him.

He beamed down at you, all starry eyed and you were well aware that you expression mirrored his. Still smiling like a lovesick idiot, you nuzzled against him, nosing at the zipper of his slacks and making an impatient noise.

In a split second, his eyes darkened like he suddenly remembered where you both were.

Auditorium.

U.A.

A very big possibility of getting caught doing something incredibly naughty. You sobered, partly because of the thrill of danger thrumming through your veins. Partly because the number one hero was staring down at you, tie in hand and looking like he wanted nothing more than to eat you whole.

“So,” he rumbled, voice like thunder in the sky, sounding miles away from his usual cheery self and more like a teacher about to dish out some serious punishment. “Are you going to keep me waiting? I’m getting impatient sweetheart.”

No, you thought hazily, feeling your knees tremble and your clit throb in time with your racing heart. You would definitely have to do something about that. So you shook your head enthusiastically.

“Good girl,” he praised and you immediately felt a headrush, your fingers clenching tightly in the material of his slacks. “Now, take Daddy’s cock out for him,” he said and the words left no room for argument. Hah. Like you even would. Trailing your fingers across the front of his zipper, you were more than happy to do as he asked.

You undid the button with shaking fingers and then down came the zip, bit by bit until you could push both sides wide apart. Dipping your hand into his now open pants, you felt his gaze boring into the top of your head- intense and heated as he watched you do as he said. At last, you wrapped your hand around the thick shaft of his cock and tugged him out. He hissed softly as it met the cool air of the room.

All you could think was finally.

He was just centimetres away from your face, all thick and solid- the tip leaking beads of precum that drooled down to where your fingers were on him. You wanted to lick them up, taste him on your tongue but you didn’t dare move because he hadn’t told you to yet.

“Do you want something, sweetheart?” he asked and you felt sudden relief that this wasn’t about to go to waste.

“Can I lick you? Please,” you managed to say through heavy breaths and a groan caught in his chest. He wasn’t exactly immune to dirty talk and he’d admitted to you once that hearing you talk like that made him hard. Honestly, you didn’t think he could get any harder.

You could feel the thrum of his blood pumping, making his cock pulse in your hand.

He gripped himself at the base and you let go, albeit reluctantly, when he tugged on his tie. Moving himself forward a little, he rubbed the head across your lips and you desperately wanted to open up and take him in but you refrained.

“Mouth open. Tongue out,” he said, his voice strained and you obeyed.

Red flushed across your cheeks when his gaze trailed over your face and he groaned, fist tightening around the tie in his hand. He rested the head of his cock on your tongue for just a moment, watching the precum continue to bead out- sliding down into your mouth now instead of being wasted.

You made an impatient noise that, were you both at home with plenty of time, wouldn’t have gone unpunished- but time was of the essence here.

Sort of.

“Just admiring the view, princess,” he said after an agonizing moment of simply staying still. Wetness was spreading between your legs, warm and slick and the ache that accompanied it was intense. “You really do look amazing like that.”

Toshi pressed further into your mouth, revelling in the hot wet heat that welcomed him.

He was big and you had to relax your jaw a lot to take him inside but you were more than used to it- seeing as one of his favourite activities was watching you go down on him. He kept going until he was barely brushing the back of your throat and he gave himself a squeeze as though to keep himself in check.

He let go then and trailed his thumb down, across your bottom lip and chin before pulling away completely.

“Now suck me off,” he ordered, an edge of strain to his voice.

You did just that, eager to please him. The tie tightened again around your neck- probably involuntarily as you went to town- but it still spurred a strangled moan out of you that vibrated through his cock.

He grunted your name, his hips bucking. You could tell that he was restraining himself though, considering you hadn’t been thrown clean across the room.

You hollowed your cheeks and dragged upwards, using the flat of your tongue on the underside of him.

“That’s it sweetheart,” he moaned. “Just like that. You’re so good for Daddy. So hot,” he said mindlessly, a string of incoherent thoughts just spilling from his lips as he got lost in the pleasure of your mouth. You couldn’t help but feel a little proud that you could put him in this state just with a blowjob.

“You’re perfect baby,” he sighed, his head dropping back to enjoy the feeling of the hot, wet suction on his cock. You traced a line along the vein that protruded from the length of him with the point of your tongue and saw his thigh muscles twitch hard.

Your body sang in response. It had taken you so long to bring him out of his shell at the beginning of your relationship and now here he was- getting sucked off in the middle of an auditorium, singing your praises out loud for anyone to hear.

From convincing him that your age difference didn’t bother you in the slightest, to coaxing him into being a little rougher in bed, it had been a long road, getting him to open up about his likes and dislikes. Getting him to put his trust in you. Making him believe that you wouldn’t laugh, wouldn’t judge him, wouldn’t walk away because he had a kink you didn’t like.

But in the end, all of your kinks had actually aligned.

Choking, domination, praise-

The day you’d accidentally called him Daddy for the first time, though… Oh that had been something else.

You had been riding him on the living room floor, setting an almost punishing pace that would leave you both spent for the rest of the day. Somehow, you had convinced him to keep the curtains open- the thought of getting caught thrilling you down to the bone even though he’d looked intimidated at the implication.

Although he’d insisted that you be on top and had even smoothed down his hair to try and stay out of sight and that had made you giggle- the thought of the headlines the next day should you get caught.

Breaking News! All Might’s Dick Just As Big As We’d Expected! Lucky Woman Found Unconscious At Scene!

Your knees had been red and sore from the rug underneath you but you’d been so mindlessly set on coming that you’d barely noticed.

His fingers were digging hard into your hips and the moment you’d started bouncing in his lap, his sense of privacy had gone and he was into it- encouraging you to roll your hips, pressing your tits together to push his face between them and spurring you onwards with an absolutely filthy monologue.

You stood by the fact that it had not been your fault. Especially when he’d started with the whole, ‘you’re such a good girl’ shit. You had been close- so close and he’d been panting your praises and the damn words had slipped out without you meaning them to.

A broken, stilted sob of-

“Fu-uck yeah, harder Daddy!”

You’d continued for another three seconds- full porn star mode activated- until you’d realized what you’d just said and all movement had ceased. Apart from the slow raising of your head to look him in the eye, deer in headlights meets startled rabbit, neither of you made a motion to continue.

“Um… I- Sorry, it just slipped out,” you’d said sheepishly, body still thrumming from the thrill of saying it out loud and from the orgasm that had been tantalizingly close. He still hadn’t spoken, lips parted as though he wanted to try but was failing spectacularly. “It’s okay if you aren’t into it baby!” you had continued hastily. “If you want we can just forget about it-”

“No!” he’d said, finally finding his voice at long last. His hips had snapped upwards, rattling your brain and driving his cock inside again with a new, energized rhythm. “No, no, no… Don’t be embarrassed. I liked it,” he’d rumbled, burying his face against your neck, pressing hot, desperate kisses to your skin. “You can say it again if you want.”

Who the Hell were you to argue with All Might when he was asking you to do that?

After that, the age difference, the scars he bore, the kinks you both shared- it all felt much more open. There was a newfound easiness to your relationship. You felt like you could share anything with him and vice versa and because of that, you swiftly discovered that Toshinori was kinky as Hell.

And just as repressed.

He didn’t dare share those parts of himself before because if they were ever repeated to newspapers or reporters, he would face inevitable ridicule from the general public because he was put on such an untouchable pedestal. It had greatly upset you that because of who he was and what he put on the line every day, he wasn’t allowed to be himself even in private.

But he’d never trusted anyone, he told you then, the way he trusted you.

At the thought of him saying those words to you, you groaned, mouth full as you slid him inside as far as you could. His head snapped back up to stare at you, his lips parting and a throaty moan slipping out. You rolled back, bobbing your head in an easy rhythm and with each downwards stroke, you took him in further.

Drool made him slick and shiny and easy to take, but you still had to grip his thigh for support the further you went. Once again, the tie around your throat tightened. It was just tight enough now to start making itself known- start to be worrying but the mere feel of it was making your clit throb painfully between your legs.

You wanted more.

You wanted him to choke you with it.

Breathing through your nose now, you let your throat relax and finally took him in as far as you were physically capable. Your wish abruptly came true and the feeling of the head of his cock pressing down the back of your throat, coupled with the tightness of the tie, made you gag around him.

Toshinori swore, loudly, half in pleasure and half in concern.

But when he made to pull out of your mouth, the hand that had been gripping his thigh found his ass instead and you refused to let him go. You made a noise of protest and he stopped moving altogether, his stuttering hips trying desperately not to buck into you and make it any worse.

You had to make a conscious effort to ignore your gag reflex, dropping your head forward to take him in again- albeit a little more carefully than before. Just before he could hit the back of your throat, you slowed down to a crawl, working him in further without making your body panic.

The sensation wrenched a full body shiver from him, his breath heaving in his broad chest.

“That’s my girl,” he praised fervently, his cheeks hot and the muscles in his abdomen fluttering and twitching. “You’re the best little cocksucker ever, aren’t you darling?” You absolutely would have answered if your mouth wasn’t currently occupied. His words were turning you on, making you desperate for an orgasm but your hands were far too busy on him to think about touching yourself.

He would take care of you later, no doubt. So for now, you concentrated on bringing him to the edge.

Now, usually you weren’t one to blow your own horn but in this case, you would openly and quite proudly admit that you had a knack for getting him off. Especially with your mouth. You’d never given a blowjob with quite as much enthusiasm as you did when it was with him and it was like he knew that.

He was panting softly, his chest rising and falling above you and making the already straining buttons of his shirt even tauter as his muscles flexed.

Such was your enjoyment of his reactions that the fact that you kept choking on the tip of his cock was only a mild inconvenience. He tasted hot and salty on your tongue, precum mixing thickly with your saliva and escaping from the corner of your mouth.

He grit his teeth, a growl half mingled with a moan dragged from his throat at the sight.

He caught it halfway down your chin with a swipe of his thumb and then tugged on the tie around your neck. Reluctantly, you released him- silently proud of the slick, dark pink throbbing mess that you’d left him in. Your jaw ached, yeah, but it wasn’t unbearable and it quickly eased now that he wasn’t in your mouth any more.

You parted your lips in anticipation of his thumb- assuming he wasn’t going to let you waste anything.

“Uh-uh, lips closed sweetheart.”

You raised your eyebrows, amused at his hungry expression and did as he said. But not before biting your bottom lip, dragging your teeth over it to leave it redder than it had been. His shoulders dropped when he heaved a pleased, wanting sigh.

“Absolute tease,” he murmured fondly, before smearing the come and saliva across your closed lips to make them shiny.

Before he could move his hand away, your tongue darted out to catch him and he humoured you instead of giving you a warning tug on the tie. He pressed his thumb between your waiting lips- still sticky with precum and saliva and the groan that he released when you swirled your tongue around him was sinful.

A full body tremor ran from your toes to your fingertips and he noticed- because this was All Might and he noticed everything. His lips tugged upwards in a devastatingly attractive smirk- the kind you would see on a villain’s face in the heat of battle.

It was so unusual, but fuck did it look good on him.

Your palms flattened on his muscular thighs, sliding upwards and drinking in the warmth radiating from him under your fingertips. More than anything you wanted to pull his pants down further- feel his skin under your hand but he was calling the shots and you didn’t dare. There was also the fact that if anyone were to walk in they would get an eyeful off his bare ass and no-one was allowed that privilege but you.

He smoothed his fingers across your cheek, cupping your face in his massive hand and tilting your head up to look at him. Honestly, you must have looked like a disaster zone.

Cheeks red with arousal, practically panting, lips parted in anticipation.

That only seemed to turn him on more. His eyes flashed with lust and his tongue darted out and what you wouldn’t give right now to be able to read his mind. When he took his hand away to grip the base of his cock, you whined pathetically. You didn’t really know what you wanted though and right now you didn’t have the words to actually vocalize it either.

Did you need to come? Absolutely.

Did you also need to have his cock back in your mouth? Yes, with a capital Y.

Not to mention the tie was going a little slack and you were beginning to miss the tightness around your throat. A thought quickly crossed your mind that made you clench your thighs, shivering under the pulse of arousal that washed over you. You wanted his hand around your throat instead.

Toshinori cocked his head to the side, still stroking himself.

You tugged on his pinstripe slacks and then pitched forward to press an open mouthed kiss against the shaft of his cock- sloppily almost missing and kissing his fingers too. You were shaking, trembling with the sweet ache and you desperately needed something to take the edge off.

“Colour?” he asked, tugging you away gently by the tie.

“Yellow,” you breathed, clit throbbing with tension that you couldn’t do anything about and your body tightly thrumming.

He seemed genuinely surprised by your choice, though the silken material around your throat went slack almost immediately and he took a swift step away from you- giving you the space that you didn’t actually want. All you really wanted was an opportunity to talk openly.

“Are you alright?” he asked, concern lacing his tone as he took in your dishevelled state- as though he was seeing what he’d done to you clearly for the first time. “Is the tie too tight? Do you need some water or-”

You waved him off with your hand, trying to catch your breath long enough to actually speak. Your throat was dry sure, but not for the reason he was thinking. Goddamn this man and the things he did to you- whether he meant them or not.

“No- No Toshi,” you answered, breathlessly, chest heaving. “I’m fine, I just- Please, I want your hand instead of the tie.”

The only indication that he was surprised by the request was a quirk of his eyebrows.

“Oh,” he snorted softly, his cock bobbing back and forth with every movement he made. Your gaze zoned in on it, lips parting almost expectantly despite still being on a momentary time out. “You had me worried there for a second. I thought you weren’t enjoying yourself.”

“You know me better than that, Toshi,” you admonished, tugging at his slacks again. When he didn’t move, a pleading whine caught in your throat.

“M’ waiting sweetheart,” he sing-songed lightly and you shivered from head to toe as the game began again. The tie drew taught, almost too quickly as his excitement got the better of him. A strangled gasp cut off in the air as you looked up at him, wondering how he seemed so composed while you were basically reduced to pieces on the floor.

“Please, Daddy,” you pouted, impatient but still willing to give him what he wanted.

The words and the sight of you, basically begging on your knees, urged him into action and any further teasing he might have been considering was abandoned. You both needed to come, that much was clear and drawing it out any longer wasn’t helping either of you.

Long, powerful fingers curled around your throat and your pussy throbbed as though an electric current had passed between you both. Granted, from the way he was staring at you as he ducked down to reach you, it might as well have.

You were pliant and easily led, rising to your feet with the barest hint of a tug. You wrapped a hand over his wrist to steady yourself, thrilled when as usual, your fingers didn’t stand a chance of meeting around it.

He squeezed and your legs quivered, a tremble wracking your thighs.

His other hand had abandoned the tie now and instead swept up over your thigh as he walked you backwards. You hit the desk with a bump but Toshinori didn’t give you more than a second to get your bearings. He leaned past you and despite the mess you would have to clear up before you both went home, he swept one big arm across the surface of the desk to clear it for you.

Everything scattered in a wide arc but you were much too busy lifting yourself up to sit on the edge, your boyfriend’s fingers tightening ever so slightly around your neck. His hand was so damn big that his fingers actually met around the circumference and knowing that did little to quell the heat in your belly.

“Baby,” you muttered needily but Toshi was already sweeping forward to kiss you- all tongue and teeth and he really didn’t seem to care that you probably tasted of his own cock right now because the way his tongue pressed and licked at your own was almost obscene.

You were, officially, a disaster zone of a human being.

Toshi squeezed again and you broke away from his kiss with a choked moan of desperation. The week long drought had finally, finally broken you.

“Please,” you whined. “Please, please, please-”

He was already unbuttoning your jeans, thick fingers fumbling on the button and zipper until at last you batted his hand away and did it yourself, ignoring his chuckle at how eager you were. His cock jutted proudly from his open pants and his shirt had come untucked at some point that you couldn’t remember but it gave him a dishevelled, ‘just fucked’ look that was doing things to you.

Not that there was much more to be done.

The whole thing was reminding you of the picture he’d sent you two days ago and what you wouldn’t have given to have been there that time too.

He let go of your neck briefly to help you out of your jeans and panties, stripping you from the waist down.

A moment later and his hands went in two different directions.

One cupped between your legs, forcing them apart as he dipped his two middle fingers between the lips of your pussy. A breath caught in his chest. You had been soaking wet ever since he’d told you to get on your knees for fuck’s sake. The other hand, to your relief, went right back where you wanted it to be.

He pressed you backwards on the now empty desk until your back level with the surface and you were staring up at the ceiling. You were almost vibrating in anticipation, hitching your knees up to rest on his hips and locking your ankles at the small of his back.

Toshi hovered over you, all solid muscle and wolfish grin and you almost leaned up for a kiss before remembering that doing so would lead to you choking under his hand. You hadn’t had sex with him in this muscular form for a while now and sometimes you forgot just how fucking strong his grip was.

Instead, you rolled your lower body upwards to encourage him to move and in doing so, accidentally rubbed yourself on his fingers.

The sudden jolt of pressure against your clit went straight to your head and much to your utter shame, you mewled like a goddamn kitten. You made a fucking noise that sounded so pathetic it almost made you throw your hands up and put a stop to the whole thing.

He was staring at you, eyebrows raised and eyes wide.

“Not a word!” you warned, game forgotten for a moment- along with any urgency you might have had over being in public like this. “We are never, ever speaking of that again,” you muttered, face flushed with mortification when he opened his mouth to speak. “If I ever make a noise like that again, I want you to throw me into the sun- Oh fuck!”

Toshinori, was now beaming from ear to ear, smug that he’d drawn it out of you.

He very clearly disagreed with the verdict you’d given and once again, he dragged the pads of his thick fingers upwards to circle your clit lazily- and anything else that was about to come out of your mouth morphed into a pleased moan.

“Ah, ah, ah, kitten,” he said and you scowled at him despite the throbbing, delicious pleasure he was currently providing you. You supposed that the flush on your face and the little pants you were letting out did nothing to make you seem intimidating. “I think that that was one of my favourite noises ever. Think I can make you make it again?” he asked, nuzzling between your breasts and your hardened nipples tingled against the fabric of your bra.

“You’d better fucking not-” you tried to say.

But all of a sudden, Toshi’s hand tightened around your throat and you gasped as he loomed over you. His fingers began to move in tight, fast little circles- the kind he would use when he wanted you to come quickly and you could already feel the building tension in your thighs and stomach as he glanced between you both to see what he was doing.

He licked his lips and breathed out an appreciative sigh at the sight, squeezing your throat again.

“Listen to Daddy, kitten,” he repeated, all no nonsense because apparently the game had begun again and hooray for you because you were absolutely about to win. “Because that wasn’t a request. Now, what do we say?” he asked and then dipped his fingers low and inside you, making the words you’d managed to get out break in the middle.

“Yes! Y-es, Daddy!” you choked out, eyes watering as he fucked you with his fingers. God, the stretch was fantastic. He didn’t hold back either, keeping an almost punishing rhythm that had you gasping for air.

He curled them ever so slightly and you shuddered, hips jerking upwards in a desperate attempt to either get closer or relieve the pressure. You had no idea which because his hand was choking you tightly enough that the only real thoughts in your head were badly strung together swear words.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he hummed, pleased and for the second time today, he ran his tongue across his teeth and grinned at you. Even though most thoughts were being railed out of your head at an amazing speed, you did manage to notice that he was beginning to look a little desperate himself- despite the cool, calm demeanour he was presenting.

You clenched your muscles around his fingers experimentally and sure enough, his jaw tightened- smile gone and his eyes predatory.

“Since we’re in public, there isn’t enough time to do all the things I want to do to you… But we can make do, sweetheart, can’t we?” he asked and you nodded. You didn’t care what kind of marathon you were signing up to later as long as he kept going right now and did. Not. Stop.

Then his fingers were gone and the fat head of his cock was parting your pussy, bearing down to push inside you. You arched you back as you cried out and Toshi shushed you sweetly, although he kept the grip on your neck firm so that you wouldn’t move around too much.

Knowing that these hands could hit hard enough to level a city block only served to make you wetter than you already were and the pressure of his cock pushing into you was leaving you breathless. You made another pathetic noise- still stretching around him as he pressed on further.

“Colour, kitten?” he asked suddenly, eyeing your absolutely wrecked expression.

“Green! Green, baby please!” you bucked, trying to take him in faster. Toshinori snorted and held you firmly- despite your protest and plea for him to hurry things along. You might be well practiced in taking his cock, but that didn’t mean it didn’t require a good amount of preparation and it wasn’t something he was willing to just rush.

He didn’t care if someone walked in and you had to stop altogether. He refused to let you get hurt just because you were both too eager to do this safely.

On the other hand, you were holding onto his wrist for dear life with both hands, your fingers digging in and urging him to go faster.

Splaying his free hand wide across your belly, Toshi held you still and with a short sharp thrust he finally felt the head of his cock push inside you. You made a noise of extreme satisfaction and now it was just a matter of slowly inching himself in bit by bit. He did so, as slowly as he could stand until he felt like you were at your limit.

You were shaking, because if he didn’t move in the next three seconds you were going to move for him. Fuck the game at this point, he was teasing you to the point of absolute madness-

Toshi watched your face as he pulled out and thrust back in, easy and slow to begin with. Your reaction was instantaneous.

You cried out, hips rolling and one hand sliding up along his arm to grip what you could of his bicep. He smirked and did it again, loving the way your head pressed back against the wood and how fucking amazing his hand looked around your throat.

You were on a whole other goddamn planet right now.

Breathing was getting slightly difficult but not impossible and if you tapped his arm twice he would know to lighten up. You weren’t at your limit yet though and so you simply touched him where you could reach, needing the heat of his skin beneath your palms.

His hand tightened again as he groaned, loudly and sinfully- like this was the most religious experience he’d ever had. Your vision blurred for a moment and the pressure in your stomach was twisting, winding tighter and tighter until it was dangerously close to snapping.

Your whole body was lighting up, nerve endings firing and Toshi was now picking up the pace of his thrusts. He was still keeping them steady but his tempo increased, and the slick warmth between your legs was making your head spin. Or maybe it was the lack of oxygen-

Fuck, you needed to breathe.

You tapped his arm twice and his grip immediately lessened, eyes flashing towards your face in concern. But as you’d agreed on, he didn’t stop fucking you or remove his hand from your neck. That would have been three taps- and you were nowhere near fucked out enough for that yet.

You sucked in a full breath, glad for the oxygen.

“Okay baby?” he asked, leaning over you to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You nodded, finding the perfect opportunity to thread your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. Such were the perks of having an absurdly tall boyfriend. He could comfortably fuck you and lean over to kiss you at the same time.

He sighed into the kiss, hips snapping forward and you bit down on his bottom lip- before sucking it lightly. Toshi made a noise of pleasure but it was drowned out by your keening cry when he reached down to rub at your clit again.

“Tighter again?” he asked after a moment of letting you catch your breath and you nodded eagerly, mouth falling open as he applied the pressure in increments. Bit by bit he strengthened his grip and you watched, fascinated as the muscles in his arm flexed while he did.

He stopped moments before it became too much. The whole time he’d been carefully and precisely finding the sweet spot around your throat, he’d been keeping a steady pace between your thighs. He wasn’t bottoming out- having not really had the time or space to really prepare you for that absolutely magnum task.

So you both settled for shallower thrusts, keeping the pace quick as you raced to the edge.

Toshi was panting against your shoulder and your inner muscles were fluttering around him, almost there. So close it was killing you. If he slowed down right now, you were going to kill him. Thankfully, he seemed to be all out of fucks to give and he smirked when your nails dug into his wrist, baring his teeth and sinking them into your shoulder.

You bucked almost painfully hard, a choked, cut off cry of his name leaving your lips. He let go, laving the bite with his tongue thoughtfully, soothing the sting. The thumb of the hand that was around your throat was rubbing up and down your jawline, gently reminding you not to get too carried away.

But you were so close to coming right now that your attention was elsewhere- chasing the pleasure he was giving you with a one track mind. His whole upper body was covering yours now and the hand you had buried in his hair trailed down so you could hook your arm around his back.

Palm flat, you took a second to appreciate the roll of his muscles under his shirt.

He nuzzled you, forehead pressing against the side of your head and his mouth close to your ear so you could hear every shaky, barely held together inhale and exhale.

“So good, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl,” he said and you squeezed your knees into his sides to let him know that you appreciated his praise. A lot. If there was one way to get you to do anything it was to call you a good girl and Toshinori knew and exploited that fact all the damn time. “You want to come? Yeah?” he asked as if it wasn’t obvious from the absolute state of you underneath him.

He squeezed when you didn’t answer and you managed a pathetic-

“Yes please Daddy.”

-that was hoarse and pleading and fuck, please, please, please was all you could think. You needed to come. You had needed it all fucking week and that picture that he’d sent you had nearly stopped your heart on the spot. It was all you’d thought about for hours at a time.

He was all you’d thought about.

“I’m close too, kitten,” he huffed out, raising himself up on one forearm so he loomed over you again. “Tighter?” he asked again and you nodded as best you could, feeling his hips pick up speed even more. This was it. He choked you as tight as you could handle without tapping out and thrust forward at such an angle that he managed to brush against your clit at long last.

The result was instantaneous.

Your orgasm whited you out. It spread from your fingers to your toes and hit every nerve with a fucking baseball bat on the way down. If no-one knew what was going on in here before then they would definitely know now- considering you had just screamed Toshinori’s name loud enough to be heard across town.

Between your garbled sobs and pleading and moans of his name mixed with obscenities, Toshi was barely holding on to himself. The strong contraction of your muscles around his cock was suddenly too much and he lost the battle to see you through to the end of your orgasm.

He groaned, long and low when his balls tightened and he came- panting your name as his hips jerked repeatedly. You could feel the tremble in his muscles between your legs and the sweet, fulfilling sensation of him filling you up.

He wasn’t as deep as he would normally be though and the result was a mess, your mixed come dripping out around his cock and down your ass- pooling on the table below.

His forehead dropped to the wood beside you as you both slumped at the same time, utterly exhausted.

“How are you holding up princess? You alright?” he asked after a long moment of simply breathing in time to yours- noticing the way your eyes were shut and your breathing was still hard.

Opening your eyes at last, you smoothed your hand across the broad plane of his back, scratching your nails in a soft line between his shoulder blades. His whole body trembled again- both from little aftershocks and the fact that he was nearing his limit on holding this form.

“Alright?” you snorted. “Alright? Are you kidding me, Toshinori? I’m pretty sure that I’m not walking out of here. At least… not in a straight line.”

Your laughter was infectious and he joined in, the pair of you giggling like teenagers, exhausted and spent and covered in various fluids. You would have been content to lay there like that with him at home, keeping him inside you while you played with his hair and gave him massive heart eyes. But it was quickly dawning on the both of you that hanging around in the open like this any longer was definitely going to get you caught.

Toshi groaned when he pulled out of you and stood up straight, rubbing his back. He grumbled something under his breath about ‘getting old’ and you managed to lift your head to look at him- incredulous.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure old guys don’t fuck like you do baby,” you informed him smugly, absolutely loving the way his cheeks flushed as though he hadn’t been choking you and calling himself ‘daddy’ not five minutes before. This man was a study in fucking opposites sometimes and it only endeared him to you even more.

He groaned when he twisted from side to side and you took pity on him, despite not being able to move much yourself.

“Babe, why don’t you just change back now? You have to be exhausted.”

He shot you a grateful look and then did just that- a blast of air and smoke and there he was in all of his skinny glory- dwarfed in a suit that was now ten times too big for him. Considering that his pants were still splayed open at the top, gravity dictated that they almost immediately fall down to his ankles.

“Damn,” he huffed and glared down at them, unamused at both that and your resulting laughter.

“There’s no way I can bend down for those,” he said, face absolutely deadpan and despite the ache in your whole damn body, you were wracked with giggles as he stared forlornly at his pants. He glanced over at you, content to lay there for a moment longer while he worked out his dilemma. “Little help?”

“Oh, Daddy, there’s no hope of that. My legs are done. Anyone could walk in right now and I wouldn’t give a shit,” you explained, raising the only part of you that wasn’t all fucked out. You lifted your head and grinned at him- his expression amused and exasperated in equal measure. “Besides, I need to get my breath back.”

He laughed, short and sharp and finally found the energy to bend at the waist and pull his pants up. He had to tighten the belt as much as he possibly could to make them stay put, but eventually they complied and he wandered over to you- holding your panties and jeans in one hand.

He dangled them over your head and you managed a lazy grab, giggling again as he pulled them out of your reach.

Then his eyes flickered down to your throat and he frowned suddenly, reaching out to rub gently over the redness he’d left behind. You were still quite content to sag back against the desk, knowing that when you moved at last it would mean cleaning up the mess you had both made of the hall.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I know you like being choked sweetheart but I’m always worried that I overdo it,” he said, concerned as he always was after a particularly intense session. Your expression softened at the way he worried, feeling a wave of affection for him.

You really wouldn’t have him any other way. No one worried about you like he did.

You caught his hand in yours and brought it to your lips to kiss his palm.

“I loved it and I love you and I had a great time.”

His expression changed in an instant, a winning smile gracing his skinny features and you returned it without even thinking.

“Love you too sweetheart,” he responded softly and you gave his hand one last kiss before finally summoning the energy to stand at long last. Using the desk behind you for support, you tiredly shimmied back into your pants while your boyfriend went about gathering the papers that had been strewn around the floor.

It was only when you glanced at him after a moment, did it dawn on you what he was holding. What you’d almost been fucked on top of.

The exam papers.

The now messy, out of order, exam papers.

Hell Week had struck again and when Toshinori caught your eye, he immediately paused in what he was doing to look down at the papers in his hand too.

“Oh,” he said after a long, long moment of staring at them blankly. “Well fuck.”

#BNHAFF #all might x reader #toshinori yagi x reader #all might #toshinori yagi #bnha

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stolen-pen-name23 · 3 years

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Any prompt you want. I just want some Padme and Obi-wan friendship (yes, I’m aware these are angst prompts. I don’t care)

Hello my friend! Here's my final prompt fill from this round! Thanks for the prompt! //prompts now closed

Here ya go!

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“You cannot possibly go like this.”

“Yes, I can,” Anakin says, panting slightly.

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow at Anakin, standing over his former apprentice as he leans heavily over the toilet bowl. Anakin groans and allows his body to fall back against the wall.

With a concerned “hmm,” Obi-Wan crouches down beside Anakin and places a palm on his forehead. The younger Jedi pulls back but is unable to elude Obi-Wan for long. He is concerned but not surprised by the heat that greets his palm. Sweaty hair tangles in Obi-Wan’s fingers as he tries to smooth it back. His concern deepens when Anakin stops resisting his touch.

“Oh, Padawan,” Obi-Wan says, slipping into the old title like it’s muscle memory. He grabs a damp towel and dabs it at Anakin’s sweaty forehead. “This isn’t good.”

Shivers course through Anakin’s whole body and his cheeks are flushed pink with fever.

“I can still go, M’ster,” Anakin says, though it comes out as more of a whine than an assurance. “Please, Obi-Wan. I can’t disappoint Pa– Senator Amidala.”

“Anakin, you can’t even stand up without keeling over,” Obi-Wan says. “How do you think you’re going to last through a whole senatorial ball?”

“I can stand,” Anakin pouts. As if to demonstrate his point, Anakin climbs to shaky feet. “See? I’m st–”

Anakin sways and his knees buckle. Obi-Wan takes a heavy step forward and grabs a hold of Anakin before he can collapse again.

“You were saying?”

“Shudup.”

Anakin’s face is pressed into Obi-Wan’s chest and he sags into him.

“Come on,” Obi-Wan says. “Let’s get you to bed and out of that suit. You won’t be wearing it tonight I’m afraid.”

“But Padmé…”

“I’m sure Senator Amidala will do just fine for a night,” Obi-Wan reassures, dragging Anakin down the hallway.

“She’s gonna be all ‘lone,” Anakin slurs, and Obi-Wan can feel guilt and disappointment clouding Anakin’s Force presence.

“She’s a very strong woman, Anakin, she’ll manage.”

“But I promised,” Anakin whines.

“She’ll forgive you, she’s very kind,” Obi-Wan says.

“I know,” Anakin says wistfully. “She’s just the best.”

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes. “Come now, Anakin, let’s get you in bed before you say something I’m going to have to pretend to forget.”

“Kay,” Anakin says, too delirious to truly catch Obi-Wan’s meaning.

Like any good Master would, Obi-Wan helps Anakin out of his fancy suit and provides him with fresh, soft tunics to sleep in.

“Get in bed,” Obi-Wan commands, leaving no room for argument. “I’ll be right back.”

Anakin grumbles but slides under his sheets.

Shaking his head, Obi-Wan heads to the kitchen and pours some tea he made shortly before he found Anakin hurling his guts out. It was still warm, but not scalding — perfect for Anakin who has an impatient streak a mile wide.

He returns to Anakin’s room to find him with half-closed eyes and an arm wrapped tightly around his abdomen.

“Drink this,” Obi-Wan says, handing the tea over to Anakin. “It will settle your stomach.”

“What about Padmé?” Anakin says again.

Obi-Wan frowns. He does feel bad that Padmé will be left without a date to the senatorial ball. He glances over to the chair where he draped Anakin’s tie and groans internally. Obi-Wan hates senatorial balls.

But he cares about Anakin and he cares about Padmé.

With a long-suffering sigh, Obi-Wan pulls out his commlink.

“Master Kenobi?” Padmé answers. Her expression is passive, but her voice betrays her confusion. “Is everything all right?”

“Everything is fine, Senator, but I’m afraid there has been a change of plans.”

***

A gentle knock at the door tells Obi-Wan his date for the night has arrived to pick him up.

“Hello, Master Kenobi.”

The young senator is radiant in her evening gown. Fine lace patterns web over the length of her slender arms, but cut off at her shoulders, leaving them bare. The rest of the gown, a solid, navy blue, cascades down her body just as a waterfall might plunge from a mountainside. She is a dazzling sight and Obi-Wan thanks the stars that Anakin is asleep in his bed and not out here attempting to prove his healthiness. If illness didn’t make Anakin fall at her feet, this dress would certainly do the trick.

“Thank you for meeting me here,” Obi-Wan says. “It is not the most chivalrous thing, but I’m afraid I was short on time.”

“What you’re doing is chivalrous enough, Master Kenobi,” Padmé says. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Of course, I did. I could not possibly let you get stood up, especially by a Padawan of mine.”

Padmé giggles. “It’s hardly his fault.”

“Oh, I know, but giving him a hard time is much more fun than giving him my pity,” Obi-Wan says. “Give me one moment, Senator. I just need to find… ah, here it is.” Obi-Wan grabs the tie he had thrown haphazardly on the kitchen counter while he was getting ready.

He had rushed to throw together an outfit that would be acceptable for the ball and was pleased to find that his blue coat coordinated quite well with Padmé’s gown.

The tie is made of a silky material and his fingers fumble with the unfamiliar article of clothing. Qui-Gon taught him how to do this a long time ago. Now if only he could remember which way to pull…

“Let me,” Padmé says gently.

“Pardon?”

“You’re hopeless. Let me do it.” Padmé strides over to him and takes each side of the tie in either hand.

“I assure you, Senator, I am perfectly capable–” Obi-Wan starts as he tries to grab hold of the tie again. Padmé bats his hand away.

“Stop that,” she says. He squirms backward but she grabs hold of his shoulder to pull him back. “Hold still, would you?”

Obi-Wan sighs in defeat and allows Padmé to finish the knot. She carefully tucks the tie under his collar and she brushes her hands over his shoulders. “There. You look dashing.”

He smiles softly at her. “Thank you, Padmé. You look quite beautiful yourself.”

She bows her head graciously.

“Where is Anakin?”

His smile tightens into a grimace. “He’s asleep. I hope he stays that way. I gave him something for the nausea in hopes that it will help him sleep.”

Obi-Wan can sense her conflicting emotions in the Force and he already knows what she is going to ask.

“Are you sure he will be okay by himself?”

“He should be fine for a few hours. If not, he knows I will have my comm on me, though I anticipate we’ll be back before he wakes. Unless, of course, this is not the stuffy senatorial ball I was promised?”

“I’m afraid it is the stuffy senatorial ball you were promised.”

“Very well,” Obi-Wan says, extending an arm for Padmé to link hers around. “Let’s get on with it shall we?”

***

“You’re a good dancer,” Padmé observes.

“You don’t need to sound so surprised,” Obi-Wan says, before twirling her around. Her dress splays out, its flared edges brush his legs.

“I’m not,” she says. “I suppose it’s a Jedi thing?”

Obi-Wan laughs at the mental image of Yoda dancing at a senatorial ball. “It is hardly a Jedi thing.”

“Anakin is a good dancer too,” Padmé argues.

“And pray tell, who do you think taught him?”

“Fair enough,” Padmé concedes and then she laughs.

“Something funny?”

“No, it’s just… I’m picturing you teaching a teenaged Anakin how to dance.”

“Yes, looking back it was probably quite amusing. It was less funny in the moment when he managed to step on all of my toes.”

Padmé laughs even more and the musical cadence of it blends in with the song the band is playing.

“So, Master Kenobi,” Padmé says. “Who taught you to dance. I’m having a hard time picturing Qui-Gon doing it.”

“That would be because he didn’t teach me,” Obi-Wan says.

“Then who did?”

Obi-Wan thinks back to a time long ago — to two kids and a Jedi master on the run. Blonde tresses and the gleam of beskar. Long nights under star-speckled skies.

“An old friend,” he says.

“Your friend did a good job.”

“She was a good teacher — stubborn and willful — but a good teacher nonetheless.”

One song ends and another begins.

Obi-Wan and Padmé continue their dance through the magnificent ballroom, their steps falling perfectly in time with the music and with each other.

“Thank you again for doing this. I know this kind of thing isn’t… well… your thing.”

“All things considered, being in good company certainly makes it more tolerable,” Obi-Wan says.

“Oh, only ‘tolerable’?” Padmé says with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe after another glass of champagne, it will verge into enjoyable.”

Padmé grins brightly as he spins her around again. On beat with the music, she steps back perfectly into place, one hand in his, the other on his shoulder.

“You’re a good friend, Obi-Wan,” Padmé says. “To me and to Anakin.”

“Thank you, Senator. You’re a good friend too.” He pauses, but then adds on, “to me and to Anakin.”

Padmé bites her lip and averts her gaze. “Do you think he’s okay?”

Obi-Wan feels the tension in her body as she asks the question and he can tell she has been wanting to ask it for some time. Her worry clouds the Force, but he parses through it to poke at the bond he shares with Anakin.

“He’s fine,” Obi-Wan reassures. Padmé’s shoulders remain rigid. “I would be able to sense if he were not. He’s fine, Padmé.”

Padmé relaxes at his words and returns to gently swaying with the rhythm. They move together, perfectly in sync with one another.

Only a few heartbeats more, and the song finds its end. Obi-Wan bows to Padmé and she inclines her head in polite acknowledgment.

“Another dance?” he asks.

“Maybe in a little while. Let’s see about getting you that glass of champagne first, shall we?”

“You read my mind, Senator.”

Arm in arm, they walk together laughing and smiling — not as a Jedi and a senator, but as two friends enjoying the simple pleasure of one another’s company.

#my writing #prompts now closed #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #obi wan and padme rights

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auroranotsogreat · 3 years

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GOJO MEETS NANAMI'S GIRLFRIEND

AN: Since this is my first fanfic for the first time in forever, there may be mistakes, and this is a subjective work, so it may not fit your own sense. Thank you!

warnings: none.

“It will be okay.” She said. “I know you think he is really charming and all but nothing can change my mind. You should trust me on this one. This makes me very upset. Do I have no say in my feelings?”

He turns his gaze to her. Before saying anything, his eyes trailed on her lip line, her eyelashes, and he made it stop when his eyes met hers. “you don’t know him.” He returned his laptop.

“So what?”

“hm?”

“I said,” she raised her voice, “so what?”

“well,” he gasped uncomfortably, “he is nothing like me. He is everything that I am not, and can’t be. He is fun and easy going, he can always make you laugh. Hell, he is even better than me as a sorcerer. He could protect you better than me. You wouldn’t even realize.”

“Jeez. I should’ve met him before you then.” She chuckled.

“Don’t.” he spat.

“It was just a joke!”

“Not a good one apparently. Do you see me laughing?”

“You never laugh anyway.”

“Auch, dear.”

“Truth hurts, Ken. Deal with it.”

/ / /

“I guess this is the mystery girl!” Gojo shouted with the sight of her. “Nanami, my man! At last! I thought you were going to marry me or something. You always had that look on your face.”

Puzzled, “what look?” Nanami said.

“The one that ‘I want you just for me’ look.” He imitated Nanami’s squint.

Without waiting for an answer from Nanami, Gojo turned his gaze into the girlfriend. “You must be….. . I’m Gojo Satoru. But you can call me love.”

She laughed at his audacity. “Hahah, you are funny. It is very nice to meet you.”

“It is my pleasure.” Gojo kissed her hand and waited for a while to release it. Not too much, just to enough to make Nanami jealous. “So, what did you learn about me? Did he say that I was the best jujutsu sorcerer? And not just that, I am those kids’ teacher, too. He said you are not familiar with our kind.” He said while he was pointing out Itadori and his friends. “How did you two meet, then? Give me all of the juicy details! Nanami is a black box, it is almost impossible to learn about you!”

He turned to Nanami. “Actually, why don’t I and her take a quick walk without you? Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” He chuckled. “Maybe I will. No promises.”

Nanami took a step right in front of him. “Manners, Gojo.”

“Ahem. You two talking like I am not even here.” She took Gojo’s arm and started to move the opposite direction. “Gojo, I accept your request. And I will answer your every question. Just leave my boyfriend alone.”

Gojo turned to her and gasped. “Boyfriend, huh? How cute!”

/ / /

“So, tell me girl, how did you meet?”

“Well, my family, especially my sister had a “curse” problem. Something was attached to her and lived with her for a while. One time we were in a train to our house, he approached us and ask all kinds of bizarre questions. Then, he gave his number to me and told me to call him if anything weird happens to my sister. By the way, I never called him for my sister anyway.” She gave him a knowing look.

“I knew it. You were the one who initiated it!” Gojo clapped his hands with joy. “And then, and then?!”

“Well, I was curious how he actually managed to heal my sister, and after a week or two, I called him to ask about it. He didn’t remember me at first, and he said I should forget what I saw. But then, with a big sigh, he accepted to give me some information. And without even realizing, we talked for hours. I guess you know the rest.”

“I know he didn’t want anything to do with you.” Gojo said bluntly.

She opened her eyes with shock. “Wait, seriously?”

“I shouldn’t have said that. Sorry hehe!” he raised his hand apologetically.

“Elaborate. Now.”

“You are weird.” Gojo said. “If you want to learn, okay.” Gojo slowed his pace for her to reach him. “You know now, our job is not very safe your kind. You can’t see, you can’t even feel the curse around you. You can be in a mood easily, and attract one or two cursed spirits. And it’s not like a peaceful branch, either. Thus, Nanami’s enemies can go after you. And at the very beginning, you were making him work overtime. Less demons to fight, more chance for you to survive. What an idiot.” He laughed as if he said something really funny.

“What’s so funny about that?” she looked at him, puzzled.”

“He came to me you know. To protect you. And more.” There was the knowing look again, but now it was on his eyes. “Without even seeing you, I rejected him. But now that I saw you live and breathe, well can’t say that I have no regret.”

She slapped his arm lightly, “Not funny!”

“I am not joking. You are beautiful, interesting. And ADORABLY weird. I can see why he loves you. But if he had tried his chance with me, we would’ve been better couple. I AM beautiful. Definitely more than you.” He winked. That audacity!

“I pretend I didn’t hear the last words.” She laughed. “well, it is good to know at least some of you. He never lets me visit here.”

“Can you blame him, girl?”

“Nah.”

“Good.” He held her hand and picked his phone with the other. “Give me your brightest smile. I am gonna send this one to Ken.” *click* “Let’s go quick to see his reaction.”

/ / /

After having a nice meal together, Nanami reached out to her waist and pulled her on his lap. “Hello, beautiful.”

“hi, handsome.”

“You didn’t tell me what did you talk about this morning.”

“hm?”

He squirmed on his seat. “with Gojo.”

“Nothing significant.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he asked me all the cliché questions like how we met and why you an-”

He paused her with a quick question. “Why me?”

“Are you really asking me this?”

“Yeah.” He waited patiently to have an answer.

She stood up and sat beside him. Her lower leg under her butt was a clear signal that they were about to have a serios talk.

She put her finger under his chin and lifted his face to meet him eye to eye.

“Ken, this is the most ridiculous question you’ve ever asked me. Of course the answer is ‘I don’t know’.”

He looked very tense. She could even feel the tense muscles under his skin. But he didn’t say anything. He let her continue.

“You have many pros and cons. You are the best kisser I’ve ever felt, but you are the most jealous. You always put the first place the ones you love, but you forget about yourself. You always talk about how you hate your job and working overtime, but I see the joy when you meet the little ones.” She clasped his hand into hers. “You care too much, but you undervalue yourself.”

She planted a kiss on his cheek. “I love you, Kento Nanami, and I don’t need a reason to love you. I do, and I always will.” She smiled. “Do you have any objections?”

“No.” he kissed her passionately. “Hit me when I ask again.”

“I wouldn’t dare!” she laughed. “But I have a question.”

“Whatever you please.”

“Did you really ask Gojo to protect me and more?”

Silence.

“Ken?”

“Did he really say that to you?”

“yeah.”

Silence again. “I am gonna kill that man seriously.”

“It’s true, then.”

He sighed. “yes.”

“why?”

“You know why.”

“I don’t need his protection. I have you.” She continued with a frown. “and more? Really Kento, very respectful.”

“I was afraid of letting you down. There is a reason why we don’t have close relationships. I was scared of love. It terrified me. It was your personality that frightened me most. Now I am loving it but it was different at first. I always thought Gojo would be better fit for you.”

“A man whore would suit better than you huh? I thought you were smart.”

He chuckled. “Not a good choice for you?”

“Not even the slightest. I prefer self-pitying selfless idiots.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Idiot? Really?”

She bit his lip and smiled “hhm.”

“now you need a punishment.” He pulled her lifted her up. With laughs and giggles, the happy couple vanished behind their bedroom door.

#nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #gojo satoru

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heliads · 3 years

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Curiosities

You feel that life can be divided up into a select set of curiosities- rules by which you live and breathe, that explain away everything in your life as a mutant. You’re doing fine until a certain boy named Peter Maximoff throws everything into disarray.

masterlist

If you try hard enough, everything that happens to you can be sorted out into a list of curiosities. You’re not sure how long you’d been thinking about it this way, but it made enough sense if you really thought about it. Your life was different, ever-changing, and if you kept it locked away within the list of curiosities, you could get a handle on it long enough to peek through the chest of memories that would otherwise fly open and swallow you whole.

Curiosity #1: You were a mutant.

This in itself was relatively easy to explain. When you were about ten, maybe twelve, you started to show the first signs of your power. A faint stirring in the shade in the corner of the room, the fact that you were never afraid of the dark. You waved to your shadow with your left hand, it responded by moving the ankle on its right. By the time you were about fourteen, your powers had fully come into being: you were able to control the shadows. You could bring them into existence, spooling black fog around your fingers and forcing it to your will.

Curiosity #2: Even among mutants, you were an outcast.

You had come to Professor Xavier’s school when the building itself was fairly uninhabited. Xavier understood you; but then again, he was able to look past the dark furrow of your brow and into the sunny spaces of your head; he could tell that you didn’t wish to hurt anybody. None of the other students shared that same gift, except perhaps Jean, but she didn’t particularly wish to go probing into your skull.

When the school was still new and lacking in students, you were able to grow and flourish as a mutant. The Professor taught you how to use your powers himself, and you had full reign over the grounds. Then, more students started to appear, and they took up more and more of Xavier’s time. Before long, he barely saw you at all.

The other students didn’t know what to make of you. They could understand mutants with cool, interesting powers, like Storm with her weather manipulation or Mystique with her ability to change forms. Furry, blue teachers were acceptable; you were not. They were afraid of how you could control the shadows, how you seemed part darkness yourself. They drew away from you, huddling in the hallways and not making eye contact when you walked by. Slowly, a hated nickname surfaced: Suffocator. They were terrified that you would reach out a hand, call the darkness to you, make it cover their mouth and nose and choke out all air from their desperate lungs. You hated it, but it didn’t matter. Suffocator you were, and suffocator you would always be.

One night, a few of the mutants your age were bored and wanted to throw a party. Someone, maybe Jubilee, had heard of this thing called a masquerade party on one of her trips to the mall or somewhere outside of the school. She was desperate to try it out, and so Xavier’s School had posters everywhere across campus advertising the party.

When you first heard of it, you weren’t planning on going. Nobody wanted you there, not the girl who lurked in the shadows and didn’t speak to anyone. Then you realized that everyone would be wearing a mask and intentionally disguising their identity- nobody would know who you were. It almost seemed too good to be true.

A few days later, the day of the masquerade party arrived. You had donned a sapphire blue mask, one that shimmered like the lake just outside the school when the sun crossed its waves. The glittering, twinkling sea would hide your face from those who would otherwise distrust you. You had glanced at yourself in the mirror before you went; you did not look like yourself. You smiled in satisfaction, and headed out.

The party was being held in one of the empty halls of the school, and you blended in seamlessly with the other mutants. You talked and laughed with them, and they had no idea that they were speaking with the girl they’d avoided just a few hours earlier. You found yourself smiling and having more fun than you’d had in months.

Then, you became aware of one student heading towards you. Tall, overbearing Natalie: she had always hated you for some unknown reason. She glanced once at the group of friends you were speaking with, then folded her arms across her chest. “Do you know who you’re talking to?” She said, and the group looked from her to you and shook their heads. Natalie donned a gleeful smirk. “That’s Y/N. I’m not sure you really want to be spending that much time with her.”

The group of mutants cast you fearful looks once they realize it’s you, and start to walk away. Natalie is the only one who remains, and she crosses the final few feet to stand in front of you. Her voice comes in a loud hiss that seems to echo around the room. “Suffocator.”

A blur of silver flashes around you, and then a boy suddenly appears in front of you. “Those are strong words for someone who can’t even figure out empathy. I mean, come on- yesterday someone was crying in front of you and it took you half an hour to figure out they were sad.” Natalie draws back, angry. “Rude, Maximoff! Hasn’t Xavier told you not to make fun of people’s powers? Empathy is hard.” The silver-haired boy laughs. “Not making fun of people’s powers? I think you’re the one who needs to work on that, not me.”

Natalie rolls her eyes, trying to hide her annoyance at the fact that she’s losing this argument. “Whatever. I’m bored of this already.” She stomps away to hang out with her other friends, leaving you to stare at the boy who’d suddenly come to your defense. Of all the mutants, why would it be Peter?

Curiosity #3: Peter Maximoff.

Nobody at Xavier’s school trusted you. Nobody, it seemed, except for Peter. Ever since that day, he’d been relentless in his task to befriend you. You’re not sure why- everyone else had given up on you long ago. It’s not like you didn’t want friends, or that you were that strange a person. You were like everyone else: happy, laughing, friendly. It’s just the threat of your powers, so strange and unnatural, that forced everyone else away.

But not him. No, Peter refused to let your powers daunt him in the slightest. He’d be there after class, walking nonchalantly beside you. It didn’t seem like a friendship borne of pity- no, he teased you and made the same jokes as he would with everyone else. He even called you Suffocator once, that dreaded nickname, although it didn’t have that same barb as it did before. Maybe that’s because the other students used it as a knife to stab at you before running away. Instead, Peter tossed it like a paper plane, letting it float through the air as the two of you laughed from a joke. He didn’t want anything more than friendship, and so the two of you hung out after class, fighting mock battles with your powers and enjoying the time to be two simple teenagers in the otherwise strange world of mutants.

Curiosity #4: The quiet.

You’re not sure when you notice the silence at first. It’s just another day, ordinary in its dullness. You’re in the back of the grounds, away from the large groups of people in an attempt to study for a test you have later. You look up, once, fishing for a sticky note to mark the end of the chapter, but your eyes stay searching even after your hands close around the pad of paper.

You can’t hear anything. Well, that’s not entirely true. The birds still chirp, although with odd hesitation, as if afraid to sing too loudly. The wind still rustles the trees, but slowly, as if trying not to be noticed. The everlasting din of the students, though, that is gone. You push your books into your bag, standing up quietly. Even the zip of your backpack seems to echo in the silence.

This is strange. What happened to make the air so tense, the students shut their mouths for once to stand together in quiet? You sling your backpack over your shoulder, heading quickly to the front of the school to see what the fuss (or lack of, rather) is about.

There’s nothing at the front of the school, either. In fact, there aren’t that many people there. The only mutants out are Jean, Peter, Storm, Scott, and Nightcrawler. You watch as Jean presses her fingers to her temples, sending out a message that you only now pick up in your head. Go inside now. Don’t look out. Get the Professor. It echoes on a loop inside your brain, appearing only now that you’re close enough to the sender.

You glance around you, searching for some trouble that would cause Jean to send out such a message. Then, you see it- three large armored trucks headed your way, military logos emblazoned on the sides. This sort of thing happens every few years or so- some military higher-up decides that the mutants are too dangerous to be kept alive, and they attempt to round up everyone at the school. Xavier is usually there to put a stop to it, but today he’s out in some big city doing official business, so he’s not here to protect you. In fact, the only ones here to protect you are yourselves.

You watch as the trucks roll closer. Once they reach the gate, they stop, and soldiers start to stream out of it. Storm shouts over to Jean. “Are we doing anything about this?” Jean nods, her hair flicking out behind her like tongues of flame. “We’re stopping them. They want a fight, I can hear it. That’s just what they’ll get.” She says, and the mutants around her prepare themselves for a battle.

Curiosity #5: You stay to fight.

Why are you still here? Jean told everyone who wasn’t one of Xavier’s hand picked team to go inside, and yet you’re still cracking your knuckles out in front of the school just like everyone else. Maybe it’s because you want a taste for just how much damage your powers can deal out, or maybe it’s because you finally have a chance to prove yourself to be a hero, to fight like the others and make a name for yourself as someone who’s in it to protect the other students, even if they wouldn’t protect her. Regardless of the reason, the outcome stays the same. You’re here to fight.

When the men start running forward, you realize with sickening dread that they’ve brought guns, and dangerous ones at that. You’re not sure why they thought they’d need military grade rifles at a school, but they’re out and loaded nonetheless. They raise them towards you, launching a volley of bullets, but you throw up your arms and a wall of shadow appears in between the mutants and the guns, blocking the bullets and forcing them to the ground.

Jean turns to you, amazed. “Actually, I think it would be better if you stayed with us.” You grin slightly at that, turning your attention back to the soldiers. You and the other mutants fight in unison, powers working together as fluidly as a well oiled machine. You seem to compliment them, understanding their hurried motions as if you’d been working with them your entire life.

Before you know it, the soldiers are hurrying back to the armored trucks, gesturing frantically at the drivers to get them out of here before they are killed by a bunch of kids with magic powers. The mutants look happily amongst yourselves, proud that you’d managed to defend the school against the soldiers. Together, you’d protected everyone here.

The night is starting to grow late, and everyone is out on the grounds in celebration. It’s not everyday that a bunch of teenagers fight back against the military and win, you know. You idle near a group of mutants, red plastic cup in hand just like them. Something feels odd, and it takes you a moment to notice what it is. Nobody’s scared of you. There aren’t any students huddled together, looking at you through nervous eyes that flick away when you catch sight of them. No pointed fingers, no hushed whispers. Maybe you’ve finally been accepted as one of them.

Jean approaches from across the field, stopping at a group of mutants only a few feet away from you. She leans towards Storm, tapping her on the shoulder. “Scott, Peter, Kurt, and I are hanging out in another corner of the woods. You know, victory party and all that? Come with us.” Her voice is a low whisper, but you can’t help smiling at it. You wait for her to nod at you, to ask you the same question, but strangely enough, she just slings an arm around Storm’s shoulder and the two of them walk away into the woods, leaving you behind.

She saw you. You know she saw you- her eyes glanced over you before they left. Her eyes weren’t glinting with hatred, some ill-concealed malice or anything. This wasn’t a plot to intentionally leave you out, she just didn’t see you as someone to invite, even though you’d been a key part of that victory group she seems so keen to celebrate. The realization hits you like a ton of bricks- no matter how hard you try, how many times you fight to protect them, they will never see you as a friend. All because they don’t understand your powers.

Dazedly, you leave the grounds where the rest of the mutants are celebrating. You find some quiet corner of the woods, a place that’s tucked away where nobody will notice you. The ‘victory party’ is on the opposite side of the grounds, so you know that you don’t have to fear anyone accidentally stumbling across you.

You slide to the ground, leaning back against the sturdy trunk of one of the many trees that stand tall and proud around the school’s forest. You cover your face in your hands, feeling all of your emotions finally catch up with you. You wish you could prove yourself in some way, that your powers may physically be dark but that you weren’t a monster, but it doesn’t matter how hard you try. You’ll never be anything more than a villain to them.

Silent tears course down your cheeks. You don’t think you’ve ever felt more alone than this night, even when things seemed impossible. No matter how bad things were before, this night manages to take the cake. There’s a cracking sound behind you, and you wipe your tears away hurriedly as you realize someone’s walking up to you.

“What are you doing all alone? Don’t you know we’re celebrating?” It’s Peter. Of course it is. You turn to face him, hoping the darkness will obscure the puffiness in your eyes. “Guess I was just tired.” You plaster on a smile, praying that he’ll get bored and go rejoin the others, but no such luck. He plops down in the grass next to you, arms stretched back behind him.

“Why aren’t you with Jean and the rest?” He says, and you frown at him. “What do you mean?” You ask. Peter furrows his brow. “You know, the victory party. You were there when the soldiers attacked, and you saved our skins like a dozen times over. Why aren’t you with them?” You look at him, willing him to be observant for just this once. “I just didn’t feel like going.” Peter rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on. Stop being your dramatic little self and just come on. The rest will be happy to see you.”

He extends an arm as if to drag you there himself. You sigh frustratedly. “Fine, Peter. I’m not being dramatic. I know there’s a party, and I also know that they very much do not want me there. I was there when Jean asked Storm to hang out with Scott, Kurt, and the rest. She knew I was there, she saw me, and she didn’t ask the same of me.” Your voice breaks off. “It’s pretty obvious that no one here wants me to be there. Hell, no one here wants me to be at this school at all, and the only one who can’t see that is you.”

Peter’s silent for a second, and you curse inwardly. Now you’ve gone and made Peter, the one person who’s been here for you, feel bad about himself. You wouldn’t be surprised if he just gets up and leaves now. But he doesn’t. In fact, a smile flashes across his face. “That’s because they’re idiots.” You look at him, confused. “What?” He laughs. “They’re idiots, and you’re an idiot for listening to them.”

He gestures absentmindedly at you. “Y/N, you’ve got one of the coolest powers I’ve ever seen, and for what, so you can be sad about it? Are you really telling me you’d rather be an empath than control the shadows? That’s like, the neatest thing ever.” His words, spoken with such conviction, bring a laugh to your face as well. Peter’s eyes light up when he sees it. “See, there you go. Come on, let’s have some fun. We don’t need them if they’re being weird.”

Your laugh dies off quietly as you look back at him. “Why are you doing this? Why are you taking the time to make me feel better? You make fun of your own friends and rob convenience stores when you’re bored. Since when has Quicksilver gone this far out of his way to make somebody laugh?” Peter smiles at you, then leans forward. His lips are on yours, suddenly, his hand gently cupped against your cheek. Just as you’ve realized what’s happening, he’s back in his spot a few feet away again. He smirks at you. “That’s why.”

You laugh in spite of yourself. “That’s why. Well, I guess that’s an acceptable reason.” Peter smiles. “Only acceptable? That’s not the best thing I’ve heard, but I suppose it’ll be okay for now.” He stands up, offering a hand to you. You take it. “So, are you coming with me or not? I intend to cause all sorts of chaos.” You look over at him, laughter dancing in your eyes. “Of course I am.”

Curiosity #6: Peter Maximoff loves you. And you love him.

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mesozoic-system · 3 years

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Bakugou Katsuki is not as bad as he seems.

Okay, fine. That's a lie. Bakugou is a loud and obnoxious asshole with little to no character development and will snap at anyone who breathes on him the wrong way.

Now that that's out of the way, let's move on to why he's like that.

You all know what PTSD is, yeah? If not, it stands for "Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder". It's something that causes panic attacks, unnecessary aggression, trust issues, nightmares, anxiety, depression, and more. People will develop it after a traumatic experience. It takes years of therapy to recover... actually, most people never recover from it.

Fun fact: Katsuki canonically has PTSD. It's confirmed, and you know what? After everything he's been through, it's not much of a surprise. He's been through one tragedy after another and never seems to get a break.

When we first met Bakugou Mitsuki (Katsuki's mother) in chapter #96, we instantly realized how aggressive she was. I mean come on! She talked smack right in front of him and his teachers- in front of All Might who she knew her son was very fond of. Katsuki may be irritable, but to have your own mother backhand you in front of your own role model is a little much.

Later on in chapter #165 during the Provisual License Exams, we get a little more information that only points towards more abuse- and this time it's not so verbal.

Most people paid no real attention nor gave it a second thought in these panels, but remember when Katsuki suggested to use violence against the kids? Of course, you'd look at it and wave it off as "normal Bakugou behavior", but what he says next took me by surprise:

That's right. He was raised that way.

Which means either Mitsuki or Masaru (or both) had struck him in some way multiple times as he was growing up, and I doubt it was Masaru.

"Spoiled" my ass. He might have a strong quirk, but people don't turn into little monsters just by being praised. It'll definely boost his confidence, but not dramatically. This could also explain his aggression toward Midoriya. He realized how helpless he was and had power over someone else for once. But that's just a theory.

Okay, let's fast forward a bit. He's finishing up his third year of Middle School and is preparing for the UA entrance exams. He's pushed away his childhood friend to follow his own dreams and tells him to jump off the roof.

Literally.

And then he walks out the door only to regret it much, much, muuuch later in the series- y'know. The "character development" I was talking about.

Next time we see him though, he gets what he deserves.

One panel he's tramping through an alley with his friends, and the next, he's being swallowed alive by the most perverted-looking slime monster I've ever laid my eyes on.

While Izuku's dreams are being crushed by his own hero, Katsuki is fighting for his life in the middle of town. He's struggling, but all he could do was look back at all the dozens of fearful eyes...

Right there. Right now. Look at him:

He's terrified. He's humiliated and afraid and hurt and despite all of the heroes that were there, none of them had even attempted to save him.

And this is where it really starts. This is where it all begins. Next thing we know, Izuku's running straight for him... The boy Katsuki's bullied almost all of his life is risking his own in order to save him.

You know the story from there; All Might trains Izuku to withhold his power, they get accepted into UA, and then comes the Sports Festival.

Katsuki's already made up his mind: he's gonna win. He's willing to give everything he has to show the country what he's made of, and this may be his only chance to make up for the mishap several months ago. And Monoma, being a professional at making things worse by opening his mouth, rubs salt in the wound.

It was pretty easy to predict Katsuki's reaction: pissed off and more than ready to prove him wrong. He does, but it cost him his "first place" during the Calvary Battle. But that's okay 'cuz it's not over yet!

Welcome to the next and last stage of the festival: The Battle Tournament, where all the kids get to beat the shit out of each other until only one remains.

Turns out, Katsuki does win. It was a foolproof plan: get Todoroki to go all out on him so he can make a final impression before the end of the day. But it was obvious that Shouto was still unsure of himself, so Katsuki did what he did best:

He had to piss him off.

But instead of getting angry and bursting into flames like he had planned, Shouto threw away the battle at the last second, and everything Katsuki had worked for with it.

No shit he's gonna be upset! He worked his ass off to get where he was, and the whole point was to leave himself a footprint! His entire life had been dedicated to that moment, and it faded away right in front of him.

Midnight put him to sleep and he woke up and threw a temper tantrum.

Now this is was UA did wrong:

Why would you do that?! They were all aware of what happened to him only a few months ago, he obviously hasn't properly recovered from it, and they restrain him in front of thousands of people. They cover his mouth and gag him, lock his hands in a tiny metal box and expect him not to go insane. Helloooo?! Wake up! He's just a kid!

Several months go by and now it's time for camp. Katsuki is tired. They all are. It's been a long day of training and training and training, and suddenly villains come out of nowhere, and nobody is prepared. And who shows up? The League of Villains, and they're after certain students...

Tokoyami escapes safely, but Katsuki isn't so lucky.

Just think about that for a second. When we see Shigaraki holding a picture of him, it's the one where UA tied him up. He knows what this child has gone through and he pities him. To be honest, I think the LoV treated him much better than anyone ever has (except maybe Kirishima). They're hesitant, but they treat him with kindness. They didn't just want him for his quirk. They saw what the heroes did to him and wanted to help him get the revenge he deserved.

But when All Might showed up (more like "burst through the wall like the Cool Aid man"), Katsuki is instantly teleported in the strangest way possible... and the most traumatizing.

He chokes out this weird slime-like substance that devours him within seconds. Thankfully it only last that long, but then again, the Sludge Incident, remember?

Yeah, bet that brings back some memories.

But what must have hurt him the most was All Might's downfall and early retirement. He said it himself:

After several chapters, he finally burst. He's been holding all the pain inside of him until it bubbled over and he couldn't take it anymore. So he went to the only person he could- the person he hated and yet trusted the most.

Maybe the Class 1A concert helped him in a way. It seemed like it brought him down and maybe even relaxed him a little. And something incredible happens. Something we haven't seen from him at all until now...

(From here, I'll try to keep it short to avoid as many manga spoilers as I can. That and I'm tired...)

He began to change; started to support Izuku... in his own twisted way, of course. As chapters went by, he started to open up little by little. He admitted what he had done to Izuku in middle school to All Might, which had brought him some peace of mind. It wasn't quite the apology we had hoped for, but I guess it'll do.

And during the war, he made the greatest sacrifice, finally unlocking his quirk's full potential. Despite being unable to move, he used his quirk to throw himself in front of Izuku without thinking, taking a blow to his stomach. To his stomach.

He was impaled.

Holy shit.

Last time someone had been impaled was Nighteye, and he died from his wounds.

But Katsuki somehow managed to survive... And woke up ready to beat Izuku's ass if he didn't wake up.

Anyway, that's all I have to say (so far). However, I'm excited for Season 5 of the anime series! Can't wait to see our new story animated! I mean, I've been watching the episodes as they come out, but still.

-Blightcon

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animatedarchives · 4 years

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Can I request an imagine where midoriya cheats on the reader and bakugo finds her crying in the halls and is there for her and they grow a romantic relationship? Lots of angst and fluff pls! Thank u!

author’s note: hi dear, yes you absolutely can!! i love soft katsuki and i’m so sorry if this is not what you wanted but i hope you like it!! <3

TRUST FALL

— 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

genre: angst at first, fluff at the end :>

warnings: mentions of cheating

word count: 1.2k words

“Izuku… Why?”

“I’m sorry Y/N… I didn’t know how to tell you…”

“Am I not good enough? Is that it? Is that why you cheated on me? Is there someone better?”

“I… I’m sorry Y/N…”

“Wait, don’t leave! Izuku, wait! Please! Please…”

You’ve been replaying the conversation over and over in your head for the past hour, each time failing to find the answer to your question.

Why? Why did you leave me?

The poor condition of the abandoned hallway you were in mirrored your despair; paint peeling off the walls, windows coated with grime and the dusty ground on which you sat in melancholy.

You leaned your head back against the wall, desperately trying to pull yourself together. You felt and looked like an absolute wreck. Your hair that was perfectly styled this morning was now disheveled, acting as a curtain that attempted to shield you from the hurts of the world. The trails on your cheeks held traces of all the tears you had shed. Your throat was parched for water and your eyes burned from the overproduction of saline.

Well, at least no one is here to see you like thi-

“Oi.”

Crap.

“What the hell are you doing here, sitting on the floor like a damn idiot?”

You have got to be joking. The universe just had to give you someone you knew. You shifted your body so that your back was facing him and swiftly wiped your eyes in a pitiful attempt to hide your misery.

“Oi! Don’t ignore me when I’m talking to you, shitface!” he spat.

“Dammit, Bakugo! Can you just mind your own business and leave me the hell alone?” you yelled over your shoulder.

You’ve never been very close to Bakugo and usually just tried to avoid him. It wasn’t because you hated him - because you didn’t - but you weren’t exactly very fond of him either. You just never appreciated the way he treated your now ex-boyfriend. Being fiercely protective of him, you were always the first one to come to Izuku’s defence and never backed down from a fight - whether verbal or physical - even if it was against Bakugo, one of the strongest, most hot-headed people in class. After multiple scoldings from Iida and your teachers, you decided it would be best to just avoid him altogether.

Eventually, as time went on and your relationship with Izuku began to get more serious, Bakugo’s bullying began to cease and he also started to keep his distance from the two of you. You found it slightly unusual at first, given he had years to stop picking on Izuku but chose not to until now. You weren’t complaining though. Whenever you and Izuku were together, you would also catch him glaring daggers at the two of you, more so at Izuku, but he never approached. You knew it wasn’t because he was afraid of you - he was hardly afraid of anything. Could it be that he possibly respected you for standing up to him? Your curiosity reaped no answers. Not that you cared much, but it would be a lie to say you weren’t interested in knowing the reason for his change in behaviour.

After your outburst, Bakugo’s footsteps stopped about three metres away from your curled up body, letting a tense silence settle between you. Even with your back turned, you could feel his eyes locked on your frame, watching your every move.

“Look, I don’t know what your damn problem is but if you think you can tell me what to do, you’d better think again,” his voice dripping with annoyance.

Oh my god, why was he so persistent? Could he not just go away? Your blood started to boil and the heat rushed to your face.

“Stop acting so weak and pathetic-”

“YOU KNOW WHAT BAKUGO,” you snapped, standing up and finally facing him. Bakugo’s eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of your tear-stained face, but he didn’t look away. “YOU’RE RIGHT. MAYBE THAT REALLY IS WHAT I AM. WEAK AND PATHETIC.”

Bakugo opened his mouth but you cut him off.

“I’m constantly there for others and I always try to give everyone my all but in the end, who’s there for me? No one! I’m always the one that’s suffering, but people don’t notice because no one actually stops to think about me!”

“But Deku-”

“IZUKU CHEATED ON ME!” your cries echoed down the empty hallway. Hearing yourself say it out loud finally cemented the reality you were denying for so long. A lump started to form in your throat and you could feel your eyes starting to well up with tears again.

Bakugo’s body became stiff, a million thoughts running through his mind. You could have sworn you saw his eyes flash with anger, but you couldn’t see clearly through the thin film impairing your vision.

You choked out a sob. “I thought that someone had finally accepted me, finally acknowledged that I was worthy of being loved. But in the end, even the person I gave my everything to thought I wasn’t good enough.” You inhaled deeply and let out a shaky breath. You couldn’t cry in front of him. You wouldn’t. A wave of exhaustion finally hit you and you slid back down against the wall, curling into a ball and resting your chin on your knees. You were just so tired of everything.

“I don’t even know why I’m telling you this,” you laughed bitterly. “It’s not like you even care anyway.” You watched as an ant crawled across the space between you and Bakugo. Even ants had a colony, others they could depend on. And you? You had nobody.

“I do.”

Your train of thought came to a screeching halt as his words reached your ears. Your eyebrows furrowed and you raised your head to look up at him through your wet lashes. You had been here for so long that the sun was beginning to set, bathing Bakugo in a soft peachy glow.

“What?” you asked.

He looked at you straight in the eye, unflinching.

“I said I do,” he repeated. “I do care. About you.”

You blinked at him once. Twice. Three times. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Bakugo Katsuki, the last person in the world you thought you would be pouring your heart out to, just said he cared about you.

“Don’t lie,” you scoffed.

“Tch, I’m not lying, you idiot. You just don’t want to accept it,” he replied flatly.

Well, how could you? Words were just words after all. Izuku consistently told you that he loved you and still he shattered your heart. Trusting people just wouldn’t be so easy anymore. Your disbelief became apparent when you broke his gaze and pulled your knees closer to your chest.

He let out an exasperated sigh. “You never let me finish, by the way,” he said. You made no move to respond, but you were listening to every word he was saying, weighing the sincerity of each one.

“I said stop acting so weak and pathetic, not because you are, but because it is everything you are not.”

You wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe him so bad but you couldn’t find the heart to.

“You have never backed down when it came to protecting Deku against me. You weren’t afraid to stand up and challenge me. In fact, you are always at the frontlines, defending people you care so deeply about. That doesn’t make you weak. It shows that you’re strong. Putting others before yourself is a trait that every great hero has. And I admired you for that. A lot.”

Your mind was whirring. Not only were the things he was saying difficult to believe, but the words coming out of Bakugo's own mouth being anything but foul was so terrifyingly uncharacteristic of him that you couldn’t possibly believe it was true.

“Which is why…” he muttered, so softly that you almost didn’t catch it. You waited for him to finish his sentence but he never did.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye and saw him looking at the floor. You had never seen Bakugo this vulnerable before. Oh, how the tables had turned.

“Which is why…?” you urged him to continue. You weren’t sure if it was the radiant sun that gave a reddish tint to his cheeks or if you were actually witnessing the infamously brash Bakugo Katsuki blushing.

“Which is why I li…” he mumbled, the end of his sentence dissipating due to lack of articulation.

“Why what?” you asked again, mildly irritated that he wouldn’t just spit it out.

He groaned loudly.

“WHICH IS WHY I LIKE YOU, DAMMIT!” he finally admitted, raising his voice as he turned to look straight at you.

Your eyes widened so much you thought your eyeballs were going to pop out of their sockets. You didn’t even bother hiding the shock on your face. This was simply incomprehensible.

But the more you mulled it over, the more it started to make sense. The explanation for Bakugo’s behaviour towards you and Izuku could finally be explained: he was jealous. Seeing you with anyone but himself infuriated him, especially if it was the boy who was effortlessly gaining everything he had ever wanted. That was why Bakugo continued tormenting Izuku, only he never expected it would be you that he would end up fighting as you stepped in to defend your boyfriend. As your relationship became more serious, Bakugo was forced to step back out of respect, but he never stopped glowering whenever he saw you two together. The reason he stopped tormenting Izuku was not because he was afraid of you, nor was it because he respected your determination to defend the boy you loved. It was because it would break his heart to be the cause of your distress. Everything he did… was because of you.

“WELL? Don’t just give me that stupid look! Say something!” he shouted in frustration, desperate for an answer.

Part of you felt relieved to see Bakugo return to his familiar aggressive self, but another part somehow knew that he was only doing it to cover up the fact that he was deeply embarrassed. The thought made a small smile tug at the corner of your lips. You valued the fact that he trusted you enough to let his guard down.

And you wanted to trust him too. But with everything that had happened, you just weren’t sure if you were ready to put your heart on the line again. Your eyebrows knitted together in concentration as you tried to form a coherent string of words that could accurately express everything you thought and felt.

He watched intently as you bit your lower lip and fiddled nervously with the hem of your skirt. Although the suspense was eating him alive, he respected the fact that you needed to collect your thoughts and waited patiently for your answer. Besides, it meant that you were seriously considering his confession, which was all he could have hoped for. Finally, you got to your feet and made your way over to him, his crimson eyes never leaving yours.

“Bakugo…” you started gently. He might have seemed collected on the outside, but his heart was beating impeccably fast and his anxiety levels were off the charts.

“I really appreciate your honesty but… I’m just really unsure. It’s not that I don’t want to trust you but…” you exhaled shakily. “I’m just scared. I can’t just keep giving my heart to people I’m not sure would treasure it… I just can’t. I need to protect myself too. I don’t want my heart to get broken again. I-”

He grabbed your face and pressed his lips against yours, cutting you off. Caught by surprise, you weren’t sure how to respond. But as he kissed you, you could feel how much he meant every single thing he said. Suddenly, they weren’t just words anymore.

The kiss was soft and gentle as if he were afraid to hurt you, especially when you were already in so much pain. Yet, he never lacked passion, because he wanted to prove how true his feelings were for you. But above all, the kiss… his love…

It was sincere.

Genuine.

Honest.

You melted into the kiss, hesitant at first but slowly willing to give love another try.

Bakugo broke the kiss and leaned back to admire the face he thought was so beautiful. His strong hands traced down your face to your shoulders and finally came to a rest at your arms, rubbing your skin soothingly.

“You’re right, you know. You can’t just give your heart to people. If you do, you’re bound to get heartbroken,” he said.

You frowned and stared forlornly at your feet, unsure of what to say. You knew he was right but you couldn’t help it. All you ever wanted was to be loved. To matter to someone.

“Which is why,” he took your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head up to look at him. For the first time, you saw his eyes up close. They weren’t the blazing hot embers everyone associated with his rageful and dangerous behaviour. Right now, under the warmth of the setting sun, they were the soft comfort of red satin that whispered a love so pure, you couldn’t help but feel enraptured by them. His eyes burned, but it was far from malicious. They burned with desire for one thing alone.

You.

“I will do whatever it takes to earn it.”

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bloody-bee-tea · 3 years

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A story in three parts

Middle

This is a crime family/mafia au so expect some violence. The Mingxicheng in this part is established.

When Jiang Cheng comes to, he groans in pain. His head is throbbing, there’s a bad taste in his mouth and his arms feel as though they are dead.

Jiang Cheng blinks his eyes open fully, hating how the world tilts for the first few blinks and when he finally sees his surroundings, his stomach drops in fear.

He’s in a warehouse, tied to a chair and Xue Yang is grinning maniacally in his face.

“The little princess finally came to,” he says, his voice full of glee, and Jiang Cheng tries his best to get away from him, but he’s tied to a chair—that’s what’s killing the feeling in his arms, too—and there is nowhere for him to get away to.

“What do you want?” Jiang Cheng presses out, aware that his voice is shaking and he hates himself for how weak he is, for how easily he is to scare.

“Ah, straight to business, I see,” Xue Yang says, and he sounds disappointed. “I hoped to play some more.”

“Don’t be stupid,” someone else suddenly says from behind Jiang Cheng and he tenses in fear of what that person is going to do, but then Su She steps around him and Jiang Cheng relaxes slightly.

Between those two, it’s definitely Xue Yang he needs to be more afraid of, Jiang Cheng knows that well, and so he barely keeps an eye on Su She.

Which is a mistake, Jiang Cheng realizes with ringing ears, when Su She punches him square in the face.

“You’re probably wondering what we want from you,” Su She says, sweet as anything, once Jiang Cheng managed to right himself again.

“I’m not, actually,” Jiang Cheng bites out, trying to get past his fear, spitting out the blood that’s gathering in his mouth and Xue Yang laughs straight in his face.

“Oh, that sure sounded differently just a few moments ago,” Xue Yang says and then gets out a knife.

Jiang Cheng tenses in fear, a cold shudder running down his back, but when Xue Yang walks up to him, he tries to squirm away. He’s getting nowhere of course, not with how tightly the rope cuts into his arms and when Xue Yang puts the knife to his cheek Jiang Cheng freezes.

“Listen here, little princess,” Xue Yang whispers and he puts more pressure behind the knife.

Jiang Cheng is sure that by now he must be bleeding, even though he can’t actually feel the pain through his panic.

“Don’t call me that,” Jiang Cheng still hisses out, because he has to be contrary no matter what, but it only seems to delight Xue Yang that much more.

“Aw, the little princess has some bite,” he mocks him and then swiftly moves the knife from his cheek to his neck. “But if the little princess isn’t careful, my hand might just slip,” he says, punctuating the last words with increasing pressure on his neck.

“Don’t kill him yet,” Su She suddenly speaks up but Xue Yang still hesitates for long moments before he moves away.

“It doesn’t matter if he’s alive or not as long as his parents come for him,” Xue Yang says with a shrug and now Jiang Cheng begins to shake for real.

His parents are not going to come for him, that much he knows, and as soon as Xue Yang and Su She realize that, he’s dead.

His father will probably not even notice that Jiang Cheng is missing, even if someone should demand a ransom, and his mother will only see this as a training opportunity.

Jiang Cheng knows that he’s too weak, too soft for the family business—always has been—and his mother will certainly think that this is what he deserves if he can’t even manage to get himself out of this situation.

But Jiang Cheng doesn’t enjoy being the heir to an underground organization; doesn’t want to spend his days training and fighting and killing when all he really wants to do is become a veterinarian but he realizes now that his stubborn wish is probably going to cost him his life now.

Wei Wuxian might come to his rescue—he delights in fighting and is good at it, too—but Madam Yu sent him out on business. By the time Wei Wuxian will return to the country, Jiang Cheng will be just another body, dropped into the harbour.

“You’re wasting your time,” Jiang Cheng spits out, despite the cold grip of fear around his heart, and gets another fist to his face for his trouble, but that side of his face is already numb, so it’s not like he feels it much.

“And why is that, little princess?” Xue Yang drawls out, moving the knife against Jiang Cheng’s neck once again. “Are you so unlovable that no one will come for you?” he asks with a lunatic smile and while the thought cuts Jiang Cheng deeper than any knife could, he nods.

“Yes,” he says, once he thinks his voice will hold and he relishes the way both Xue Yang and Su She freeze. “If you think my mother will come for me, you’re mistaken,” Jiang Cheng goes on, forces out between clenched teeth. “She’ll probably thank you for getting rid of some useless baggage when you deliver my body to her.”

“As if she would thank us for killing the heir,” Su She says with a frown, but Jiang Cheng can tell that he’s already doubting his actions.

“Sorry to disappoint,” Jiang Cheng says with a laugh. “But my father made Wei Wuxian the heir,” he tells them, trying not to let it hurt him yet again, but of course it’s always useless.

He knows his parents think very lowly of him for wanting a more normal life, a life that doesn’t involve constant killing and fights and territory disputes and it should have stopped hurting long ago, but of course that’s not how that works.

He’s useless and unloved and Jiang Cheng knows it well.

Not completely, a tiny voice in Jiang Cheng whispers and he tries his damn hardest to push that thought away.

It’s even more unlikely that Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue are going to come after him and Jiang Cheng knows it.

Lan Xichen left the trade a long while ago—preferring to be a teacher instead of taking over as the head of the family—and Nie Mingjue is not going to risk war with the Jin’s when he’s already in a constant fight with the Wens.

“You can tell Meng Yao that you fucked up big time by getting me,” Jiang Cheng spits out, pushing every thought of Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue away, and instead he thoroughly enjoys how wide Su She’s eyes get.

“You—” he starts but Jiang Cheng only laughs in his face, uncaring of the knife on his neck.

He’s going to die here anyway; a clean cut on his throat would probably be less painful than whatever Xue Yang has planned for him.

“You think I haven’t seen you run after Meng Yao like a lovesick puppy? Who else could be behind this, it’s not like either of you ever had an original thought in your lives,” Jiang Cheng snaps out and it’s only because he knows that he’s going to die here that he dares to be this brave.

“His name is Jin Guangyao,” Su She hisses and Jiang Cheng laughs in his face.

“Just because Jin Guangshan decided to give him a pity name doesn’t mean I have to use it,” Jiang Cheng hisses and then his vision goes dark when Su She hits him yet again.

“Shut up,” Su She yells and Jiang Cheng laughs because it’s so easy, so goddamn easy to rile him up.

“Calm down,” Xue Yang says and that makes Jiang Cheng laugh again, because Xue Yang has made quite the name in their circles for a number of things and being calm is not one of his defining features.

“You said we need him alive,” Xue Yang reminds Su She and when he eyes Jiang Cheng, his blood runs cold.

That’s a mad scientist looking at his next test subject and Jiang Cheng really wishes he would have managed that cut before.

“Maybe we don’t,” Su She spits out and then kicks Jiang Cheng right in the stomach with enough force that the chair topples over.

There’s no sound of breaking bone which is the only reason that Jiang Cheng knows he didn’t break anything, since he can’t feel his arms anymore, but his head hit the concrete rather forcefully and his vision goes yet again dark and spotty.

Xue Yang pulls him back up by his hair and Jiang Cheng clenches his teeth against the painful sound that’s trying to escape his lips. He might be the weakest Jiang that ever has been, but he’s not going to give them the satisfaction of screaming.

Not yet.

If Xue Yang gets to do with him as he pleases Jiang Cheng is under no illusions that he’s going to break rather sooner than later, but not yet.

“Any signs of that bitch yet?” Su She suddenly yells into the warehouse and it’s only then that Jiang Cheng realizes that they are not as alone as he thought.

Su She and Xue Yang definitely came prepared because there are about fifteen to twenty henchmen hanging around in the warehouse and if Madam Yu were to come, Jiang Cheng would worry.

Even is mother is just one person after all. But since she absolutely will not come to save Jiang Cheng from this dilemma he just finds the massive presence of henchmen amusing.

All these people called here to see one pathetic little person die. Jiang Cheng wonders how many of them will think this a waste of their time and how many of them will dare to say that directly to Su She’s face.

“Nothing is happening,” one of the henchmen replies and Su She klicks his tongue in apparent displeasure.

“Where the hell is she?”

“I told you, she’s not going to come. You went after the wrong one. Should have gotten Wei Wuxian if you wanted my mother to show up,” Jiang Cheng tells them and gets another cut to his cheek for that.

“You shouldn’t be speaking so much,” Xue Yang says as he leans down. “Maybe I should take your tongue, how would the little princess like that?” he asks and Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes because he doesn’t think it really warrants an answer.

When Xue Yang cuts his other cheek Jiang Cheng figures Xue Yang didn’t like that answer much.

“So you think no one is coming for you, huh?” Xue Yang asks him, staring at his knife as he turns it around and around. “Why aren’t you begging for your life, little princess?”

“What use is there to beg a madman?” Jiang Cheng snaps back and Xue Yang still for a moment before a dangerous glint enters his eyes.

Maybe Jiang Cheng should have just held his tongue for once in his life, he thinks, right before Xue Yang drags the knife down Jiang Cheng’s front, putting just enough pressure on it to cut open his shirt.

“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you, little princess,” Xue Yang drawls out and Jiang Cheng can tell that he wants to get started with that right away, but suddenly there’s a sword pressed to the underside of his chin.

Xue Yang freezes and slightly backs away when the sword makes him, and Jiang Cheng cranes his neck around to see what is going on.

He did not expect to see Lan Xichen behind him.

“Xichen?” Jiang Cheng whispers and it’s only then that Lan Xichen tears his eyes away from Xue Yang and looks down at Jiang Cheng.

“We’re here, my heart,” Lan Xichen says and does something with his other hand that loosens the robe bound around Jiang Cheng.

Lan Xichen leans down to press a kiss to Jiang Cheng’s forehead and it’s only then that he seems to notice the blood on his cheeks.

“You’re bleeding,” Lan Xichen says, and his voice is hard and Jiang Cheng has never seen him look so cold. “Someone made you bleed,” he goes on and his glare turns towards Xue Yang, who has the good thought to back away a few more steps.

“Xichen, it’s not so bad,” Jiang Cheng tries, because he knows that Lan Xichen left this life for a reason, that he never wanted to kill again and Jiang Cheng isn’t sure if he can stand it if Lan Xichen breaks that promise to himself for Jiang Cheng.

“That’s Zewu-Jun,” one of the henchmen whispers and immediately panic breaks out where before everyone was frozen in surprise.

“Kill him!” someone yells, but before anyone can pull their gun, Lan Xichen is already moving, Shuoyue steady in his hand.

Jiang Cheng stumbles up, not entirely sure what he’s going to do or how he’s going to stop Lan Xichen, but he just knows that he has to try. But before he can decide on anything, two arms encircle him from behind and pull him towards a chest.

Jiang Cheng stiffens, before he recognizes the embrace and he fully leans into the body behind him.

“Mingjue,” he whispers and is rewarded with another kiss to his temple.

“It’s okay now, my heart,” Nie Mingjue whispers and tightens his grip on Jiang Cheng. “We got you know.”

“Mingjue, shouldn’t we—Xichen—he—” Jiang Cheng tries to say, but Nie Mingjue only hums, turning his gaze towards Lan Xichen.

It almost looks like he’s dancing from one henchmen to another, but whenever he leaves no one is left standing, Shuoyue nothing more but a silver flash in his hand.

“He’s magnificent, our light, isn’t he?” Nie Mingjue asks and Jiang Cheng has to admit that Nie Mingjue is right.

It almost looks like art, the way Lan Xichen is moving, the way his hair is flowing behind him and Jiang Cheng could watch him for hours.

Except that Lan Xichen never wanted to kill again and he walked away from the family business for good.

“He shouldn’t do this, he doesn’t want this,” Jiang Cheng whispers, and he’s ashamed to find that his voice is shaking with how relieved he is that at least someone came for him.

“He wants to,” Nie Mingjue says and kisses Jiang Cheng’s cheek, mindful of the cut there. “For you, he’d lead his family into war if it would protect you,” Nie Mingjue lowly tells him and Jiang Cheng shudders with his words.

“And you?” he dares to ask, slightly turning around in Nie Mingjue’s arms. “What would you do?” he wants to know and Nie Mingjue gives him a wicked smile.

“I would let Huaisang burn the world for you,” Nie Mingjue says and Jiang Cheng has to close his eyes against the tears that are threatening to spill over at that.

They all know that Wen Ruohan is only still alive because Nie Mingjue hopes to kill him personally; Nie Huaisang has at least a dozen plans that would kill him instantly if not anonymously and the only reason that hasn’t happened yet is because Nie Mingjue is telling him not to.

If Nie Mingjue would just unleash Nie Huaisang onto the world, letting him do what he wants, however he sees fit, it would be pure chaos. Some days Jiang Cheng suspects it’s only Nie Mingjue’s strong sense of right and wrong that stops Nie Huaisang.

If that should fall away—if Nie Mingjue should give him his blessing—Jiang Cheng can barely contemplate it.

“I thought no one was coming,” Jiang Cheng admits, shaking with how weak that makes him, but Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen know about his family life, about his insecurities.

Jiang Cheng thinks that maybe he can tell them this much as well.

“They wanted to kill you,” Nie Mingjue says and his voice is dark.

“And I thought they would,” Jiang Cheng whispers and Nie Mingjue turns him completely around and crushes him to his chest.

“Never,” he promises. “We would never let that happen to you. We will always come for you,” Nie Mingjue promises him and Jiang Cheng lifts his hand to grip his shirt.

“Does he need help?” Jiang Cheng asks when he thinks that his voice is steady, and he startles only slightly when a third hand lightly touches his back.

“No, I don’t,” Lan Xichen easily says and then tugs Jiang Cheng out of Nie Mingjue’s arms to take a good look at him.

Lan Xichen is covered in blood, but he seemingly doesn’t care about that at all, because his gaze is entirely fixed on Jiang Cheng. There’s still a cold glint to it that makes Jiang Cheng shudder.

“Where are you hurt?” he demands to know and Jiang Cheng shrugs.

“Some punches to the face, one kick to my stomach, the cuts you see,” he sums up, and he knows that he came away pretty easily from this.

Xue Yang’s face promised him so much more pain than those simple injuries.

“I should have made it hurt more,” Lan Xichen lowly says and Jiang Cheng can feel an incredulous laugh bubble up in his throat when a painfilled groan reaches his ear.

It seems like Lan Xichen did not immediately kill all of them, but left some of them to suffer.

“Xue Yang and Su She?” he asks and Lan Xichen’s face instantly darkens.

“Dead,” he promises and Jiang Cheng has no reason not to believe him.

He saw how deadly Lan Xichen was with Shuoyue. If he says they are dead, then they are.

“I should have killed Su She the moment he left the family,” Lan Xichen goes on, clearly beating himself up over that, and Jiang Cheng steps forward to cup Lan Xichen’s face between his hands.

“You saved me,” Jiang Cheng says. “That’s all that matters.”

Lan Xichen works his jaw at that, clearly wanting to argue, but Nie Mingjue puts his hand to Lan Xichen’s neck and lightly squeezes.

“Our heart is safe, my light,” he lowly says. “It’s okay. You can come back now.”

Lan Xichen relaxes as he hears his voice and he takes one deep breath before that dangerous glint vanishes out of his eye.

“My heart, are you okay?” Lan Xichen asks, and now he’s the Lan Xichen Jiang Cheng recognizes because his voice is soft and slightly panicked and Jiang Cheng knows way better how to deal with this than a vengeful, murderous Lan Xichen.

“I’m good,” he promises him, but Nie Mingjue shakes his head.

“He thought no one was coming for him,” Nie Mingjue says, and Jiang Cheng has a split second to feel betrayed by that, before Lan Xichen crushes him to his chest.

“We will always come for you,” he whispers and Jiang Cheng clutches to his shirt, completely uncaring that Lan Xichen is getting blood all over him.

“It’s just—my mother didn’t,” Jiang Cheng whispers, even though he damn well knew that his mother would never bother to come for him.

She probably thinks that he should manage to break free of this himself, and if he wasn’t strong enough to do so, then so be it.

“That’s because she doesn’t know how to love you right,” Nie Mingjue says and Lan Xichen nods in agreement.

“Not like we do,” Lan Xichen adds and Jiang Cheng’s eyes start to burn again.

“Can we go home now?” he asks, his voice choked up, and Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue immediately lead him out of the warehouse towards their car.

Lan Xichen slides into the back with Jiang Cheng, while Nie Mingjue gets behind the wheel and it’s not long before they are on their way away from the warehouse.

“Let me see, my heart,” Lan Xichen says and he tilts Jiang Cheng’s face this and that way to get a good look at his face, but it’s clear he doesn’t have anything at hand to treat Jiang Cheng’s wounds with, so Jiang Cheng is content to wait until they are home.

Once they get there, Lan Xichen immediately rushes him into the bathroom.

“Shirt off,” he demands and usually Jiang Cheng would give him a lewd look for that, but his head is still aching and he’s beginning to really feel all his injuries, so he simply obeys Lan Xichen’s orders.

Lan Xichen sucks in a surprised breath when Jiang Cheng shrugs the shirt off and it’s enough to bring Nie Mingjue to their side as well.

“You should have made it hurt a lot more,” Nie Mingjue presses out as he reaches out to trail his fingers over the bruises left behind by the rope Xue Yang bound him with.

Jiang Cheng is probably lucky if he regains all of his feeling in his arms, going by how tight they were.

“I should have,” Lan Xichen darkly agrees and Jiang Cheng shakes his head.

“You got me out, that’s all that matters,” he tries but that doesn’t seem too reassuring for Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue.

“My soul, get the big first aid-kit,” Lan Xichen instructs Nie Mingjue after he takes a deep breath and Nie Mingjue turns around on the heel of his foot.

Jiang Cheng can hear Nie Mingjue punch the wall a few times, before he regains his control and he looks down at his feet.

“I’m sorry to make you worry like this,” Jiang Cheng says, trying to hide the already blossoming bruises on his chest, but of course Lan Xichen doesn’t let him.

“He’s not mad at you,” Lan Xichen says and even though Jiang Cheng knows that, it still makes a tiny knot of worry in his chest disappear. “How do you feel?” Lan Xichen asks him, as he gets started on cleaning the cuts on his cheeks and Jiang Cheng shrugs, but immediately regrets that decision.

“My head is throbbing,” he admits and Lan Xichen hums at that.

“Probably a concussion and the aftereffects from whatever they used to knock you out.”

“Blunt force,” Jiang Cheng drily says, because he does remember very well how something had hit him from behind.

Lan Xichen huffs out a laugh at that, and then he makes grabby hands when Nie Mingjue comes back with the big first aid-kit.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t think it’s entirely necessary to bring out the big guns, but before he can argue, Nie Mingjue sends him one look and Jiang Cheng closes his mouth again.

“Let us do this for you,” Nie Mingjue says, and leans forward to brush a kiss over Jiang Cheng’s forehead.

“Fine,” Jiang Cheng sighs and then allows Lan Xichen to disinfect all of his wounds, even those that are only bruises, and then Lan Xichen diligently dresses all of them up.

“I feel like a mummy,” Jiang Cheng mutters when Lan Xichen finally deems him done and Nie Mingjue laughs at that, which makes Jiang Cheng suspect that he’s right about it, too.

“Are you hungry?” Nie Mingjue asks him when he leads him out of the bathroom and Jiang Cheng carefully shakes his head.

“I want to sleep,” he whispers, damn well knowing that neither Lan Xichen nor Nie Mingjue are going to let him sleep uninterrupted with a concussion.

“You can doze,” Lan Xichen very predictably yells from the bathroom and Jiang Cheng would roll his eyes at him if only his head doesn’t feel like it would explode any second now.

“I definitely need to lay down,” Jiang Cheng says, exhaustion finally making itself known and Nie Mingjue is quick to lead him to the bedroom.

“Come here, my heart,” he says as he lays down first, and then he pulls Jiang Cheng into his arms.

Jiang Cheng isn’t always down for cuddling, but today he thinks there is no safer space to be in then Nie Mingjue’s arms, and so he settles down easily.

“I’m glad you came for me,” Jiang Cheng mutters, and feels Nie Mingjue brush a hand over his head.

“I’m glad we were in time,” Nie Mingjue gives back just as lowly and Jiang Cheng moves closer to him, tries to entirely hide in Nie Mingjue’s arms.

It doesn’t quite work, but when Lan Xichen joins them and moulds himself to Jiang Cheng’s back, it almost feels like enough.

“I thought I was going to die,” Jiang Cheng suddenly sobs out, everything hitting him at once now and he can feel how Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue tighten their arms around him.

“But you didn’t,” they try to reassure him, but now that the tears are flowing, Jiang Cheng can’t stop them anymore.

He cries and he cries, and then he cries some more, and all the while Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue patiently hold him and tell him how much they love him, and when Jiang Cheng finally calms down, he instantly drifts off to sleep, headache be damned.

At least in the arms of his light and soul there is nothing he has to fear.

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