#aren't worried that the world will end if there's dust in a corner

[cimeriansparrow]

I cannot wait to not live in this house

#specifically i cannot wait to not live with my family #just bc you don't see me doing things doesn’t mean I'm not doing them #and I'm also not going to break my back over cleaning other people's messes like forgive me goodness gracious #i can't stand how people talk to me in here #please stop acting like I'm incompetent and lazy #as if it's my fault no one's scheduling me to work or that school is on break rn so i can't really Go to classes #i keep getting signs that I'm where I'm supposed to be in life but it's so hard to protect my peace when i constantly have to be prepared to #snap back at any given family member #I'm not saying i can't contribute around the house more #but i am saying that i used to singlehandedly keep the house clean. for Years #and I'm not going to do that anymore? sorry carlie decided to pick up that mantle but ffs don't be a bitch about it just because some of us #aren't worried that the world will end if there's dust in a corner #(i get being upset about the bathroom garbage overflowing but it literally filled up last night so. obviously someone was going to take care #of it today)

[sallage]

I'm Not Giving Up

The Unexpected Fight Series

Part 2

Warning: This is a tickle fic!

Summary: Bakugo has been different since his fight with Aya. His lack of presence in everyday activities and his changed attitude have become apparent to those around him, and people are starting to take notice. Even though Bakugo never asked for help, his friends would do anything to support him, even if that means confronting him directly and forcing him to face the truth.

Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler Bakusquad

Words: 4,995

Reading Time: 20 Minutes

A/N: Finally, Part 2! I'm sorry it took so long to come out. Turns out, remastering old works is a lot more work than I thought. I changed damn near every word and I'm still not satisfied with it, per usual. I'll continue writing the series until the end, so don't worry about me giving up on it. I hope it's enjoyed! 😇

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Bakugo was famously known for his temper and volatile nature, which often led him to spend long periods of time alone in his dorm.

However, this was different.

The fight with Aya stuck with him long after it had ended. In his mind, the scene repeated itself over and over again, with his uncontrollable and hysterical laughter echoing throughout the entire scene. He was unable to get over the embarrassing display he had put on, and in an effort to not be questioned again, he refused to speak unless necessary, and avoided everyone's probing eyes.

Bakugo made sure that he put in an exceptional amount of effort during his classes, and his hard work was evident from the high marks he constantly received. He also did remarkably well in his training sessions, and he would always show up the next day to put in another stellar performance. Despite his tireless work ethic, he remained stoic and avoided engaging with anyone.

For the most part, his friends gave him space, but they also worried about him when over time, he became increasingly reclusive. Hesitant knocks at his door gradually progressed to regular knocking sessions and Bakugo chose to ignore it all. With his friends constantly trying to probe why he had become so distant and unresponsive, Bakugo simply brushed off their questions and continued to ignore them.

His stomach growled and he growled back. Unable to ignore the hunger pangs, he got up from his studies and made the short trek to the common room to retrieve the ramen noodles he’d stored away. Looking out of the window, He could see that the night was already set, with only a few specks of light illuminating the darkening sky. There was no sound, just the peaceful stillness that encapsulated the world. The perfect night.

As Bakugo looked out of the window, he noticed a brief hint of movement from the corner of his eye. He turned his attention towards the hallway and locked eyes with Deku. Bakugo felt a cringe run through him, certain that Deku would take the opportunity to try and talk to him. He felt a pre-angry vein ready up in his temple.

Five seconds out of his room and he was already pissed off.

“Oh! Hey, Kacchan!” 

Bakugo would rather drink paint than respond.

Midoriya faltered, picking up on it right away. “Right well…A bunch of us are going out to get food. I know you’re making some, but you should come.”

Bakugo’s annoyance was visible as he focused on stirring his noodles.

“Kacchan-”

“Does it fucking look like-”

“No, your noodles!”

“Shit!”

The water boiled over the top of the pot, spilling out onto the counter. Bakugo angrily turned the heat down and took the pot to the sink. Looking inside, he found that his noodles were completely overcooked and gross. He had an urge to blow the entire dormitory to dust, his frustration and anger peaking in that moment. 

Instead, he picked up his phone and shouldered past Midoriya. 

“Hey, where are you going? Aren't you still hungry?”

Bakugo remained silent, walking towards the exit of the building without a word. Midoriya matched his stride, catching up to him and pushing himself between the other and the exit. The blonde closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Move.”

“No.” 

Bakugo opened his eyes, dangerous energy flashing through them. “If you don't move, I will turn you and this entire place to dust.”

Midoriya shook his head. “You’ve got to stop being so hard on yourself. What happened at the circuit-”

“Holy shit, do you ever just shut up?!” Bakugo’s face instantly grew red with humiliation. Emotions pounded in his head like a gavel, his fists clenched tight at his sides, wishing he could detonate that annoying ass rock sitting in the back of his throat.

“A win like that may have been enough for a weakling like you but I have higher standards for myself. We're not on the same level, Deku! I’m better than you. And for some stupid reason you keep forgetting that!”

“Kacchan, I’m talking about you beating yourself up over something that's just a part of the process. Her quirk was-”

“I don’t give a shit! Get the hell out of my-”

“You’re falling behind.” 

Silence. You could hear a pin drop.

Midoriya quickly kept on. “You never go beyond anymore. Usually, we can hear you practicing in the arena by yourself or with Kirishima, but we haven’t heard you in weeks and Kirishima hasn’t heard from you. There was even an opportunity to shadow a pro hero and you didn’t take it-”

“I don’t need to follow some nobody-”

“No. It’s like you’re depressed or something.” Midoriya bravely interrupted. “It’s like you’re giving up.”

Bakugo's eyes widened, a sudden fire in his chest blazed with determined violence. Sparks spewed from his hands, his eyes set on the green target standing before him. He dared not allow himself to give up or be the laughing stock of the school. He would burn in hell before assuming a role like that.

Midoriya stood his ground, refusing to concede, and determined to face down the inferno before him. He knew being honest with his friend would reward him with something like a bloody nose, but he was determined to anyway, especially if it would help Kacchan in the end.

Bakugo was known for his prideful and arrogant disposition, but this encounter with Midoriya shook him. The younger prodigy’s comments caused the blonde to be infuriated and bitter, but only temporarily. Deep down inside, Bakugo knew there was some substance to the accusation, and it made him feel weak. His energy and willpower were dwindling, leaving him tired, exhausted, and lacking the spark that he always relied on to make him feel like the powerhouse he always saw himself as.

He no longer felt like he could truly measure up, and he hated that.

The sparks in his hands barely left a trace of smoke, leaving Bakugo feeling a mixture of grief and rage.

“I’m not giving up.” He mumbled before roughly pushing past Midoriya and exiting the building.

—

Bakugo took a walk, wanting to occupy his thoughts. He came to a beautiful forest clearing and sat down, leaning back on his elbows, to gaze up at the stars. Despite his efforts to keep his thoughts away, they still came to him on their own.

“It’s like you’re giving up.”

It was Deku that said that to him. That useless fucker told him he was the one slipping through the cracks. He angrily kicked at a rock near his foot.

“I’m not giving up, damn Deku.” Bakugo said out loud. “I’m just getting started.”

His ears suddenly pricked and his attention focused on soft, sneaky footfalls that came from a nearby spot to his left.

Bakugo warily looked around as he stood up, his senses fully alert now. A plan instantly materialized in his mind before an unexpected loud yell came from somewhere behind him. A dark shadow suddenly came hurtling towards him, which he barely dodged in time. He released a blast in that direction then was grabbed from behind. He was just about to unleash a full explosion when he heard a familiar voice.

“Ah! Okay, ouch! What the heck, Bakugo?!”

“Hey, man! Chill out!” 

“Kaminari?” Bakugo narrowed his eyes in the now illuminated darkness, as the tree that took the full brunt of his quirk was now on fire. He watched as Kaminari hurriedly extinguished some lit sparks from his hair. The other voice came from behind. ”Kirishima?” Bakugo yelled, confused as hell. “What the hell are you two idiots doing?”

Kirishima released him and put his hand behind his own head apologetically. “We heard you were out here so we all came to see what you were doing.”

Bakugo's eyes darted behind the red head to see the faces of Deku, Sero, and Todoroki, who was icing the part of the tree Bakugo set on fire.

“Sorry not sorry!” Kaminari smiled, still picking at his hair. “But I couldn't pass up on the opportunity to scare the pants off of you.”

“I almost killed you, idiot.”

“But you didn't!” Kaminari winked, throwing a thumbs up.

Bakugo scowled and shoved his hands into his pockets, turning his back to them. “You’re all morons.”

 He began walking but Kirishima grabbed his arm. “I’m just going to be straight with you, man. All of us are worried about you.”

Bakugo jerked his arm out of his grip. “Worry about yourselves.”

“We know you’re not okay, dude.” Kaminari spoke up. “You haven’t exploded anyone in weeks. That must be a personal record.”

The others nodded, sharing grunts of agreement.

Bakugo growled. “Do you want me to exploded you? Is that it?” Sparks flew wildly out of his hands. “I can take all of you losers without even blinking!” 

“Let's do it.”

Everyone looked at Kirishima confused, including Bakugo. 

Sero rose his hand as if he were in class. “Five against one? What’s that going to do?”

“He just said he could take us all, so lets do it. But let's make it interesting.” Bakugo saw Kirishima's smile and returned his gaze with sharp, dagger-like eyes. A challenge, even one that seemed suspicious, wasn’t in Bakugo’s blood to refuse.

"What?" Bakugo replied testily. He hated how they all looked at him with pity, as if he was some broken or beaten-down puppy. But he was far from defeated, and he could destroy them all if he wanted to. He would prove each of them wrong, even if it meant blasting them to charred pieces.

Kirishima thought for a moment before answering. “If you win, then we’ll leave you alone. If we win, then you have to let us help you.”

Midoriya knew exactly what Kirishima was trying to do. Bakugo couldn't hope to take them all on at once. There was too much power in this group for him to handle on his own. But, as Midoriya knew too well, Bakugo wouldn't back down.

The angry blonde had been distracted lately, and he was so focused on proving his strength and ability that he might not fully grasp the possibility of failure. Midoriya knew that a challenge like this could finally give them the opportunity to break through to him.

Bakugo turned his nose up, seconds away from refusing before Kirishima added the cherry on top. 

“Unless you think you can't?”

Bakugo's explosions ignited, and he sent a powerful blast towards Kirishima, who hardened himself in response and took the hit. Then, he sent a second blast towards Deku, Todoroki, Kaminari, and Sero, who were all standing together. Todoroki threw up an ice wall to block the group from the explosion. The ice wall took the blast and was shattered into sparkling pieces as the explosion dissipated.

Kirishima barreled towards Bakugo who used his quirk to send himself flying into the air. Todoroki instantly leveled with him on the right, raising his right arm. To the left, Bakugo spotted Kaminari still on the ground and sparking with electricity. Sero was next to Kirishima, face scrunched in focus as he held fast with some tape, and Deku had used his quirk to quickly speed behind Bakugo on the ground, so the blonde was covered on all bases. All of them seemed to have coordinated a plan for their attacks without even a warning that Bakugo was going to attack.

They planned this. 

In that moment of clarity, Bakugo knew he was going to lose.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try like hell anyway.

He shot his hand up and quickly used his blasts to send him back to the ground. Kaminari and Sero released their quirks at the same time, missing Bakugo and hitting each other. The blonde could hardly land on the ground before he was body slammed hard by Kirishima, tumbling unceremoniously onto his side. Deku jumped up and tried to kick him, but Bakugo grabbed his leg, throwing him in a random direction right as he was was tackled again by Kirishima who was trying to get a grip over the blonde’s wrists.

Bakugo wasn’t stupid, he knew he wasn’t going to win this fight. He also knew his friends weren’t going to leave him alone, but passing up an opportunity to fight them? He’d never done that, no matter his mental state.

Bakugo screamed and set off a blast all around him, knocking Kirishima off of him. 

Through the dust and sparks, his eyes widened as he saw Todoroki appear in front of him with his right arm raised, a short burst of ice that was too fast to dodge caught Bakugo’s hand. The blast was harsh, knocking him back a few steps. He slammed his hand onto the ground, using his quirk at the same time to break it. He threw his arm out to Todoroki but his large blast was averted when strong tape closed around his wrist and yanked it backwards. 

He glared harshly at Sero, who waved at him, looking nervous. Bakugo’s hands sparked explosively, ready to wipe them both out with a single blast before he suddenly cried out as Kaminari’s quirk seared through him, paralyzing him leaving a hot metallic taste in his mouth. 

He was stuck for a few seconds, but it was enough. Deku flew in out of nowhere and delivered a hard kick to his chest, making him fall flat onto his back. Kirishima immediately grabbed his wrists, hardening himself in time for a large explosion to overtake them both. Todoroki covered the others protectively with an ice wall, which shattered and exploded around them, falling around them like burnt snow.

Bakugo’s hands smoked and steam rose off of Kirishima’s body, but he was still holding the other. Bakugo cursed and readied himself for another round, but was quickly stopped when he felt tape wrap tightly around his wrists then ice following enveloping his hands in a large block that covered his arms from his fingertips to his elbows, securing him tightly to the ground with his wrists raised slightly over his head. Midoriya, and Kaminari jumped over to his legs, trying to restrain them as he kicked and cursed wildly.

It was over.

Everyone around him was breathing hard, trying to wrestle a feral and partially restrained Bakugo, who was still fighting despite the obvious. A hand was gently placed on his shoulder.

 “It’s over!” Kirishima shouted, trying to speak over his aggression. “Stop fighting, we won.”

Bakugo shook his head and cursed. “Get the hell offa me!”

“No!” Everyone yelled in unison. 

“I said get off!” There was a small chip in his voice. 

Everyone paused and looked at each other, worriedly. Kirishima put both hands on Bakugo’s shoulders and pressed them firmly to the ground. “Bakugo, stop!”

He did. He just laid there silently, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. He was no longer struggling and no longer spewing hateful words. He was defeated.

But most of all, he was tired.

Silence lingered. Kirishima was the one to break it.

“We’re going to be real with you, man.” Kirishima started, easing up on his grip. “We’re all worried about you. You haven’t acted like yourself in weeks. You’re acting like you’re giving up on becoming the number one hero. You walk around as if someone killed your dog, man and its gotta stop. ”

Bakugo stayed silent for a while. “I’m not giving up.”

“Could have fooled us.” Kaminari mumbled, earning a glare from the blonde.

“Hate to break it to you, dude but you might be depressed or unmotivated or something.” Sero shrugged as a matter of factly. 

“You need support and you need it from your friends.” Todoroki deadpanned.

Midoriya stayed quiet and observed from the back, knowing his input could set the blonde off in a different way.

Bakugo knew deep down that they were right. He would never admit it out loud, but he was unmotivated, stuck in an endless cycle of self-hate and criticalness. Before the circuit, he was convinced that he had mastered all of his weaknesses and found ways to overcome them. Whether it was a new support item or modifications to his hero uniform, he felt unstoppable with every step he took forward. He felt as if he had everything under control, until such a trivial and unconventional weakness he hadn’t thought about since childhood nearly had him begging at the hands of a girl that didn’t even lay one finger on him. Technically he won that battle, but in his mind he lost.

Just like that damn sports festival.

Bakugo shifted uncomfortably, having reached his limit with everyone’s hands and eyes all over him. “Fucking whatever! Fine.” He grunted before he could stop himself.

Sero and Kaminari gasped, making Bakugo want to immediately retract his statement.

“Manly!” Kirishima whooped, shaking the blondes shoulders ceremoniously.

“Now let me up.” Bakugo demanded, pulling at his arms, unable to feel his hands anymore due to the cold.

Everyone’s smiles disappeared, and they looked at each other again. Bakugo noticed the looks and frowned.

“What?”

Kirishima smiled sadly. “I’m sorry, man. You're not going to like this but,” The red head paused, stealing a glance at Midoriya. “We’re going to help you.”

Bakugo growled. “What the hell does that mean? Just let me up!”

Kirishima braced himself. “We’re going to tickle you.”

Bakugo blanched. 

“No.”

“It makes sense.” Kaminari spoke up. “We can get your endurance up.”

“Eat shit and die.” 

“It could work.” Todoroki agreed. 

“Are you all deaf or something? I said no!”

“Damn it, Kacchan!” Midoriya yelled. He got up from his position and stood over him. “This is messing with you because you give it power. I know you feel like it’s a big deal, but it’s not the end of the world.” Midoriya’s voice was firm and confident. “You’re not weak Kacchan, but the way you’re acting is.”

Bakugo’s face turned red. With anger or embarrassment, Midoriya didn’t know or care, so he continued. “I’ve never known you to give up on anything, even when things seemed impossible. If you give up on this, you won’t improve. And you could become a liability; the weakness on someone else’s team.”

Everyone was slack jawed. Kirishima even leg go of Bakugo’s shoulders. The angry blonde looked as if he was about to explode, staring at Izuku with eyes that dripped with venom. 

After a few minutes, he finally spoke through gritted teeth. “Then fucking get it over with.” 

Everyone looked at each other then at Midoriya. His eyebrows were raised in shock, as if he wasn’t expecting his friend to even hear anything he said. Everyone shared his moment of shock before nodding at each other and moving. 

Bakugo’s heart pounded in his chest when Midoriya moved to sit next to Todoroki, who applied more ice to his already tightly restrained arms. Sero and Kaminari reinforced their hold on his legs and Kirishima sat criss crossed next to him. In a soft voice, he started speaking. “We’re just going to see how long you can last, and we’ll work from there. The safe word is red. Say that if you can’t take it anymore.”

“This is stupid.” Bakugo huffed. “I don’t need a damn safe woh-!”

Sudden light scribbles over the fabric covering his sides forced his mouth closed as Kirishima tentatively used the tips of his blunt nails to lightly scratch at the area. The blonde cringed and furrowed his brow. If Kirishima had a magnifying glass, he would be able to make out other’s nose twitching, the action so minuscule it seemed wrong to even notice it. Kirishima moved his nails to his stomach, where more noticeably, Bakugo’s body tensed. Kirishima resisted the urge to smile, knowing the blonde would put a stop to this immediately if he sensed any amusement from either one of them.

As soon as Kirishima’s devil nails touched down on Bakugo, the blonde instantly instantly regretted consenting to it. His wardrobe wasn't the least bit protective, sporting a simple black tank top and lose fitting sweatpants. When Kirishima grazed his fingernails over the sides of his hips, he involuntarily yanked at his arms hard, cracking some of the melting ice. Midoriya and Todoroki reinforced their grip on his elbows and biceps, forcing him to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent cursing them out, more worried about laughter spilling out than actual words.

Jolts of ticklish energy moved through his body, striking him at random like lightning in the form of twitches and jolts. Somehow he felt more sensitive, Kirishima’s soft fingers already driving him up the wall. He growled out loud when Kirishima struck a soft spot right above his hip bones and the red head paused before lightly spidering his fingers there. Bakugo tried to pull his legs to his chest but Sero and Kaminari where right there to prevent it. 

“Fuck this,” He mumbled, shaking his head. “I changed my MiHIND!” He cursed at the high pitched yelp that flew out of his mouth when Kirishima nicked one of his lower ribs. He shook his head again and pulled at his arms, face burning. “Did you h-hear me, idiot? I said-”

Kirishima’s big hands closed around his ribs and squeezed, causing the angry blonde to writhe and arch to the side. He wanted to open his mouth and tell him to stop, but he couldn’t get past the closed mouth grunts and giggles that wanted to slip past his tightly pursed lips. Bakugo started struggling, less from the sensations currently driving him mad and more by the need to escape. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything else.

The wind, the noise the trees made when it passed, the crickets-

His eyes suddenly shot open when he felt fingers in both of his armpits. He ripped himself from his meditation to lock eyes with Deku and Todoroki who were lightly tickling his armpits at the same softness as Kirishima. He spluttered and started yanking at his arms for a different reason now, but all for the same goal.

Kirishima looked up and locked eyes with the others. Bakugo almost missed the silent message that passed between the three of them, but before he could protest, they all transitioned from light curious scribbles to harsh and rough ones. Kneading, pinching, and scratching up and down his ribs and in and around his armpits.

Bakugo let out a bark of surprised laughter before soundlessly thrashing.

Kirishima used his fingers to keep a good grip on the blonde’s sides while his thumbs got to rotating, kneading right into the groves and ridges of his ribcage. Kirishima rotated his thumbs into wide circles, then would randomly pinpoint a small section that he would focus on, driving the blonde crazy with its unpredictability. Midoriya knew exactly which buttons to push, forcing the blonde to inch away from him the most despite similar treatment on his other side. Midoriya knowingly teased and traced around Bakugo’s death spot, and he was hyper aware of the fact that Midoriya had the golden ticket and how close he was to cashing it in.

“You…Mother…f-fucking NERD!” Bakugo hissed when Midoriya faked out scratching at his death spot, instead going around it.

“He’s not even paying attention to me. Midoriya, what are you doing?” Todoroki talked as if he was asking about the weather or a homework assignment, not like he was in the middle of trying to wreck his friend.

Bakugo shot Midoriya a world shattering glare, but Midoriya just smiled and shrugged, not wanting to be the one to reveal his childhood best friend’s weak spot. “You just have to look, I guess.”

“Okay.”

Todoroki picked up the pace, searching for a spot that would produce a similar reaction. Once Todoroki’s wiggling fingers descended towards the bottom of his armpits, Bakugo gasped and shifted away, causing the half and half hero to look at Midoriya with deadpanned victory. 

“I got it.”

Todoroki nodded at Deku, then at Kirishima. A silent agreement passed between the boys and Bakugo’s eyes widened as soon as he caught onto it.

 “Wait, fuck stop! You- Agh! No no NOO! WAHAIHAIHAIHAIHAIIT!” He screamed, arching his back and trying his best to kick his legs out of his friend’s tortuous grip. “AGGHAAH! AAHAHAHAHAHA WHAHAT THE HEHEHEHEHHELL?! NAH! STAAAHAHAHAHAHP!”

Bingo. Todoroki and Midoriya massaged the spot right above his ribs and below his underarms. Kirishima closed his hands into fists and started knuckling the bottom half of his ribs. Bakugo’s laughter went up a few pitches and he jerked around hysterically, attempting to buck his hips and free his arms and legs. He felt cool water rolling down his arms and to his frustration, even that tickled.

“STAHAHAHAHAP, YOU BASTARDS!” 

Black smoke rose from holes in the ice and Todoroki stopped to reapply it. Bakugo didn't even notice the break, due to Midoriya absolutely letting him have it on his other side. Bakugo sneered and cursed, face scrunched in delirious hilarity. Kirishima’s devious fingers wiggled down Bakugo’s torso, testing new areas for reaction. His sides caused him to writhe depending on the pressure, but he could explore that later. Once kirishima’s fingers graze over his hipbones, Bakugo threw his head back and let out an uncharacteristic shriek. Kirishima frowned, confused for a moment before looking over to see Kaminari and Sero messing with the undersides of his knees. Chucking to himself, He watched Bakugo try and fail to kick his legs, shaking his head and bucking his hips.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! FUCK! GEHEHEHT OFF MEHEHEHEHE!”

He slammed his head on the ground, his face and neck turning a dark shade of red.

Without warning, Midoriya and Todoroki doubled their efforts. Not wanting to be outdone, Kirishima doubled down as well. Kaminari and Sero chuckled at Bakugo’s hilarious reactions and started teasing the top of his knees as well as the bottom. Bakugo’s laughter stayed the same but his thrashing increased, throwing Kaminari around as the electric hero lost his grip a few times.

Bakugo’s laughter became desperate. The spidering along his hips, the fingers in his underarms, the knuckling along his ribs, the annoying and jolting tickles on both sides of his knees and the massage along his death spot was way too much. Through a frustrated yell, his struggling doubled and the ice crackled again, bits and pieces flying off in jagged layers. 

“AAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAH! SHIT! SHIHIT OKAY! RAHAHAHA- REH- REEHEHEHEHEHHED! RED DAMN IT SSTAHAHAHAHAHHAPP!” 

Everyone’s fingers stilled and Bakugo’s entire body slumped, head pushed back, defeated.

“Alright man,” Kirishima started. “That was 4 minutes.”

“I can understand why you think it’s a weakness.” Kaminari stifled a giggle.

“Yeah, dude you're like, super ticklish.” Sero chuckled, nudging Kaminari.

If Bakugo’s face had been able to blush any further, it would have.

“Shut… up.” He gasped. “Get this damn ice offa me.” 

Everyone let up. Todoroki melted his ice and Sero cut his tape. When Bakugo was free, he sat up and dusted himself off. He rubbed his hands together warming them and resisted the urge to smack and rub his body to make the phantom sensations go away. 

Everyone was looking at him, expectedly, wondering if they had went too far. Bakugo picked up on it and groaned. “The fuck are you all gawking at?”

Kirishima clapped his hands together once, eagerly. “Alright well, I say we set up some training sessions! Come up with different challenges that Bakugo would have to face and track his progress.”

“One could be an interrogation! Someone could give him a set of numbers and he would have to hold onto it until a time limit expires.” Sero shrugged.

“One could include combat training.” Todoroki quietly suggested. “We could spar and see if it affects how he fights.”

“Then after a while we could do this again and see if he can last longer!” Sero concluded.

“So it’s about endurance?” Kaminari asked.

“Well, yeah.” Kirishima answered. “That means he’s going to have to get tickled. A lot.” Kirishima felt a small twinge of guilt as he looked at Bakugo, realizing that the blonde's plight was indeed a humorous one, but he also recognized the severity of the situation. He had never viewed being ticklish as anything more than a harmless and fun activity, but he could see that it affected Bakugo differently, which made him want to reach out and be there for him. 

Kirishima had no idea what exactly his friend was feeling, but he intended to support him in whatever way he could. “You have to be willing, Bakugo or this isn’t going to work. You can say yes or no and we won’t push you, but know that this will help you, and it will help you improve rather than hold you back.” 

Bakugo finally looked up at the group, and exhaled tiredly. It was not an angry, irritated, or upset sigh, but one of pure exhaustion.

“Fine.” He conceded, rolling his eyes as everyone’s faces lit up in happy surprise. “No one finds out about this. I mean it, assholes. Got it?” 

Everyone nodded enthusiastically and Bakugo huffed.

The tired blonde stood up and stretched, narrowing his eyes at everyone, gaze lingering on a nervous green headed nerd. “Who told you losers I was out here?”

Without an ounce of hesitation, Sero pointed at Deku, who squawked at the other in betrayal. Bakugo’s eyes flash red and he set off some small explosions in his hands. “Run. Run hard and fast.”

Deku wasted no time, tripping over himself as he rapidly climbed to his feet and ran away, yelling some sincere sounding apologies behind him with Bakugo right on his ass.

Everyone laughed and Kirishima sighed contently. 

Bakugo was back. 

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Part 3

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[west-tokyo-incidents]

Weird folk tales and myths crop up when you're in a concrete world full of nonstop construction and the constant pressures of hard laborious work. It's metal and chains and... hard. The Things are old machines, ghosts of old workers, rubble and junkyard scrap. But the most dangerous ones. The most worrying tales.

They're made of flesh.

Maybe that's why Trickery is so terrifying. His hair is sometimes described as the color of meat. Of exposed muscle. The blues and yellows like blue veins and yellow fat layers.

A crushed EM with evidence of blood inside it and two missing men and a town that won't speak about what happened. A town that goes bankrupt where no one will be outside at dawn or dusk. They'll happily wander out at the witching hour, but never sunset or sunrise. They avoid the large craters that pierce the ground around the old place the EM had laid.

Offerings of old teeth are common. Old fairy tale stories of leaving teeth under pillows have twisted in those corners of the world. Baby teeth are strung up as good luck charms or charms to ward away the Things, sometimes seen hung from the mirrors and controls of EMs.

Teeth knocked out in a fight are kept, placed in specific places on worksites. Places that aren't told to the people who visit just to perform inspections. They disappear sometimes.

Smiles are precious. If something smiles at you from a dark corner of a room, out from under shade, out from the blackness of the end of a mine, you smile back. It doesn't matter what it is, it doesn't matter that it might be made of rotting meat and maggots or a weird looking kid with red hair, you smile back.

And you don't

break

eye contact.

Wait for it to disappear. And it will. No matter how your heart races or how bile rises in your gut. It will disappear. You can run or throw up after it leaves.

It's a visceral fear. It's a fleshy fear. A wet fear.

The fear of being crushed, the fear of being fired, the fear of falling off a high beam. Those are all solid fears. The red thing is fluid. It's an unknown. It's a breakout of a disease in a world with poor medical infrastructure and no idea if your cough is contgious or just the goddamn dust. It's the uncertainty of a loved one not quite home on time and wondering if you'll ever see them again.

It's breaking into a cave untouched by the great project and sealing it back up because the walls were made of tongues and intestines and ignoring that anyone ever saw it.

#in a world of metal the scariest things are flesh #ress writes #jumbor barutronica #trickery #cw gore #cw vomit #cw gross lmao #cw body horror too kinda

[bugslaststraw]

Hold tight / the stool

There was a stool, standing in one corner, in the dust. ("Don't place anything out of the ordinary on the field. They are easily scared.")

We lead them in, one by one. ("Keep your distance. Hold your index finger between each rein. Be confident. Hold tight. He goes where you look.")

I am alone. The boy behind me doesn't want to speak to me. He is a head and a half shorter than me, skinny, and younger, too. The only boy in class. He has his mother with him. ("He's a champion. Being so good at this despite his size.")

I tighten the cinch. You stomp and sway. You don't like it. But I don't want to fall off. ("Tighten slowly. A few holds at a time. Not too tightly. You should be able to fit your fingers in between.") I try not to look up. Someone else has already mounted.

"Excuse me. Hey. Sorry, yeah, can you hold him for me? Just for a second. Oh. Thanks. Thank you." She's done this for me before. I can't tell if her smile is genuine. ("Never drop the reins. Let someone else hold him for you.")

I wonder if anybody's watching me struggle. You're so tall compared to me. I am so tall compared to them. The little girls. "You're so brave for controlling such a large animal when you're so little," they tell them. ("There's no weight requirement. Your legs should not reach below his stomach. That is the only rule.")

I go and get the stool. It hits my leg with every step I take on the way back. ("Don't run. They are easily scared, and they weigh half a tonne.") I hate the stool more than anything else in the world.

She smiles at me again. She knows my parents don't have the time to come here. It's genuine. It's full of of pity. ("Reins in one hand. Hold tight. Tip of your foot in one stirrup. One, two, three.")

It's cold here. She hands me the crop. I thank her. I want to crawl out of my own skin.

You move beneath me, worried. Your breath turns to mist in the frigid air. I pat your neck. You are warm even through the saddle. ("Be confident. They are herd animals. They feel what you feel.") I wonder how long your back will continue to support me.

We ride out. ("Right to left. Left lap. Even out the distance. Look up. Look around. Push out the corners. Lead with your feet. Heels down and in. Balance. Elbows in. Hands up. Stop holding onto the saddle.")

You are impatient today. Orange like fire. Coat colors are never called what they're supposed to. I trust you with everything I've got.

"It's amazing how much he likes you. He hates almost everyone else. He kicks the walls at night. It's just like in a movie." ("He used to be for jumping. Now he gets too excited. That's why you're not allowed to it with him.")

I don't come to the group activities. I stay home during the competitions. I look myself in the mirror every Friday. All dressed up, for safety. The clothes look so good on them. I feel like an idiot. I take up too much space. ("Wear your helmet. It could save your life.") I pull my hoodie back on and fall asleep on the train home.

I come out. My mom is hysterical and cries for a week. The only boy in my class quits. I don't dare tell the others that we still aren't an all girls class. ("Don't act out. Yelling and other loud noises ar prohibited at the stables.")

I quit one winter. I never see you again.

I miss you. I cry and cry about it but can't bring myself to re-enter. I'm so tired these days. I am fourteen, and the world is ending. I wonder if you're dead yet. ("Most horses retire after they reach 20. He's very spry for his age.")

I see the little girls become older and post their mothers' recordings online. They stop wearing vests and tuck their sweaters into the lining of their pants. They clear jumps almost two meters high and buy their own stables. ("Keep it straight. Stand up when going over. Do not gallop yet. Keep your balance. Stay upright. Hold tight.")

I miss you so much it hurts. I try again. A two day course, somewhere else. Without you. ("You're crossing the reins. Who taught you that? You're doing it wrong. Why are you always asking for the time? It's like you want to leave or something. We don't have stools here. Can't you get on by yourself?") The horses here are sturdy and fluffy, and the yard is filled with mud. It's two days before new year's eve.

I make one last attempt to see you again and they tell me I'm not allowed inside.

I give up again.

#story about not being able to lift your own weight and needing a stool to get on a horse #life does go #bbugseye taps #riding #writing #fatphobia

[ziankenvirus]

Twst oc stuff

Wanted to lore drop some stuff about my twst ocs, I took a weirdly different approach with them than the Fandom does, rather than having those based on tales and be residents of the twisted wonderland. All my twst ocs minus my Narnia ones are from one of my long existing worlds. And are often while based off of these stories, usually share only a few elements (minus some characters, particularly those involved with the fae.)

Ngl, nervous about posting them lmao. I get really nervous when talking about my OCS and their lore because I always worry people will think their weird or op or smth lmao.

Gonna drop the first part, this was inspired by his dark devices and the characters the same, alongside from Kinder- und Hausmärchen.

In the world, most people get a companion called Redgins. Creatures connected to them in every way to guide them through life, however can end up turning the person into something called a 'chain' if there's deep, deep emotional stress and emotions that have been bubbled up. Or even as simple as one singular incident in the past bubbling up again.

However there are other causes too, it's case by case. There are those however who are without one. Rather instead could be considered a Redgin themself, theyre able to purify those who turn into a chain; saving them from that fight. By ultimately consuming the miasma and separating the person from their Redgin. Albeit severing the connection permanently, and each time the miasma is consumed; apart of their life is removed and they're bodies forever and slowly show signs of the miasma.

Within the world fae human relationships are similarly strained, with fae being antagonistic and more accurate to the actual mythology. Humans and other creatures being at the mercy of their tricks and attitudes, changelings, etc etc. Because of this for those villages and residences close to where fae activity has been most reported; there is often suspicion between neighbors-and oftentimes people will refuse to interact with anyone with children. The only thought being 'Is that a changeling child, or truly human.'

If a human and fae form a friendship, familial relationship, or more. It's kept under lock and key; particularly if it's a situation of mutual attraction and pining. Usually, if any children come from these relationships, the human parent is forever separated from their child and lover.

Fae aren't the only creatures humans must fear, it was as if the world was created to cull humanity as there's many other creatures out for human blood. Most are what'd one would expect, a hungry or cornered animal, bacteria, mother nature; though in recent years odd creatures have been appearing with truly malicious intent towards the sons and daughters of Adam and eve.

They look like us, they act like us. Everything about them is so similar to humanity, but in the end-they aren't. Those soulless eyes, stretched out faces and smiles as if they aren't quite able to perfectly mimic what humans look like, people started to call them 'wiedergänger.' I'll put more about them and the world in another post, moving onto my fan dorm now lol.

Pulled from the ancient beasts and apexes of old, massive beasts capable of destruction in the old days. Survival was their only wish, their only goal; they'd snap their jaws tightly around scraps of prey no matter how small. Their home was gone, reduced to ashes and dust; a massive crater left behind forcing them to abandon their old ways.

Prehistoria.

Two carnotaurs, close siblings forced to start all over after the fall of the sky. Only to meet the one thing they feared, their death. Unable to speak the language of the herbivores; they were treated as monsters who's only goal was the destruction of the herd. A far cry from the truth, the two only desired whatever scraps of food they could find; one was crushed in pursuit of a meal that would've fed them both for days. The other; pushed off a cliff. Their deaths celebrated while the herbs lived on.

Fang and Claw. Twin carnotaurs, and the patrons of the Prehistoria dorm. A place filled with students connected those old beasts, ancestors, the creatures themselves, and other beast-men.

The dorm leader a blue scaled Zuchengtyrannus called Zucheng, the vice dorm leader a Calico velociraptor named Callie. The dorm prides itself on their rich history and being one of the first creatures to feel the rich soil between their claws. In their hearts they are survivors, living past the falling sky which wrecked their homes and families. Morality in this dorm follows the very core of nature and survival and sacrifice, exceeding their pride. Prehistoria is the very core of a survivor, Prehistoria is a family. They take care of each other to ensure the others survival, if that survival is threatened. They'll fight with tooth and claw to their very deaths; they've already survived this long, they aren't going down without a fight. Because of this, oftentimes members of the dorm are seen as the more feral type, letting their animalistic nature peak during struggles.

Zucheng himself is noted as one of the few who are a true embodiment of the dorms values. Despite the odds against him he crawled on his belly through the darkness until he peeked through the light, as a **carnivore**, those in his home of Pangea often avoided him and either ran; or picked a fight if they felt threatened. But who could blame them, they were herbivores in the presence of a starving apex. He lived most of his life as a nomadic loner, only occasionally working with others of his breed for food.

Pangea is a feral land, residents of it whilst still keeping up with the times; are still connected to their animalistic nature. Herbs avoid carnivores, carnivores hunt herbs. Rather than having a singular government residents are either nomadic packs, loners, pack hunters, and cooperative groups only together for the sake of food. The law of the jungle is the only laws every group follows, in times of crisis herbivores and carnivores are not allowed to fight at watering holes. Water is the ichor of life, a shared resource that should not be fought over.

Pangea has schools, it is one of the only other places where hunting and violence against one another is not allowed under any circumstances. Like outside of school, species and diets hang out with one another and do not mix-pack unless they are creatures known for it. It is actively encouraged and enforced in younger children who have a tendacy to make friends with everyone, being done as both a way to ensure a healthy fear of carnivores. And the fact that one day in the future, you might be fighting the other for survival.

Compys, albeit tiny and easily snapped. Are the enforcers of the jungle laws, for in large groups; even the largest apex can be taken down by the nips of these creatures. It is suspected their is another reason however, for these tiny creatures being in such high positions in a country that has no government.

That's all for now lol, will add more info about the world my characters outside the ones who were originally from the twisted wonderland and Narnia are from.

#twisted wonderland #ocs #twisted wonderland fandorm #dinosaur #send help

[alvhiedeir]

Little Red Elf

Thor X Reader

3174 words

This is longer than intended and quite different than requested and I have no excuse than my lack of discipline but I hope this is good enough

You are seriously thinking about investing on a security camera.

No, it wasn't that you were worried about being robbed. It's was being, 'gifted'.

In an almost daily basis, different items would make it's way to your doorstep. Black roots, hyacinth, hellebores, poppies and other herbs that would usually not grow around the area. It was nice, that was the first thought you had. You were no Circe, the great witch of Aiaia, but such ingredients could and did help greatly with your draughts. So as much as this occurrence should startle you, you brushed it off as the doing of one of your friends working for Lord Osanyin who would usually send you samples of anything new. You figured business was just doing better than usual for her to give you this much.

Two weeks, it continued on. When you rise for the day, there would be a neatly placed bundle of herbs or plant on your front steps. Always perfectly centered. And for two weeks, you accepted each and everything in such giddiness.

That is until you until today.

"I haven't been given you anything, (y/n)," She turned away from the selves she was organizing and continued, "it's been pretty busy lately for the last month with the arrival of new supply from Asia."

Her answer gave you a sudden feeling of uneasiness.

"Then who," your voice trailed, dragging the weariness and alert in the air. Your friend was quick to catch the shift of your mood.

"But think about it," she placed the bottle she was holding and walked towards you, "those herbs are rare and what are the chances of a random miscreant obtaining it?"

It eased your nerves a bit to hear her words.

"Or maybe, you finally have an admirer even if your always holed up in your home!"

She laughed at the jesting glare you sent.

"Like you're any better, cat lady."

"Hey! Having four cats does not count as being a cat lady!"

"Sure, whatever you say."

You shared a laugh, the tension thinning out. After saying a few words, she went back to the counter to pack the herbs that you bought, the reason why you were there in the first place.

"You bought quite a lot. What is it for anyway?"

"Loki wanted some draughts to "bring entertainment around this damn boring halls", his words not mine."

She laughed, commenting how it sounded just like him. She handed you the carefully packed products, with a small purple ribbon tied on the basket as she always did for you.

Just as you're about to leave she called out.

"If you're still disturb about the whole mysterious gifts, why don't you try staying up to see who it is?" You thanked her for her suggestion and concern and with a wave, headed back home.

To say the least, her suggestion was not very successful.

After you went home, you got started on the ordered draughts and by the time the moon greeted the sky, your eyes were already heavy. Being stubborn, you stayed sitting in your kitchen, chair facing the window to see if anyone or anything would past by.

The minutes were slow and before you knew it, the sun has reclaimed its place. And there was yet another gift. A freshly uprooted crab apple tree that barely passes as an adult. How in the world did they get this one?

Another week fast approached and the gifts arrived just as fast. Cornel bark, elecampane, silver fir, the list goes on. Each night, you attempt to desperately stay awake to catch but a glimpse would always end up with you succumbing to sleep. It didn't matter if it was for hours or a mere minute, by the moment your eyelids flutter open, it was already there. Perfectly centered as always, in an almost mocking way.

"You missed us again", you could hear the ridicule from it.

As days flutter, the gifts and your frustrations would only intensify. One time it was antlers from a dear Australia. The other day it was the tusk of a bore. Yesterday it was the blood of steed. The last one made you panic a bit, but thankfully in came only in a small vial. It eased your nerves, albeit slightly that the animal was minimally harmed.

You tried sleeping in the morning so that so that you could roam at night. But when you rise from your chair for a drink or to go the toilet, the sneaky bastard have already placed another gift. You went as far as sitting on your doorstep for the whole night, but even that didn't help. The gift was on your window.

You were at your wits end with this "Persistent Santa" shenanigans (it was your friend who called them that. It was that or creepy-pile-of-dung-that-had-to-much-time). Whoever they were, they are good.

You sighed tiredly again, the dark bags proving Your fruitless efforts.

"Wow, you look miserable!" You silently snapped at the voice, too sleepy to argue but to proud to ignore it. His laugh was laugh, always happy to see others demise.

"Just give me the money, Loki." You impatiently thrust the basket full of draughts to him, eager to leave and maybe sleep for a few days.

"Aren't you greedy." The more he teases you, the more punching him right in the face became an increasingly good option. As if reading your voice, he raised his hands in mock surrender.

" I would pay you, but," he dragged his voice as floated closer to you, "I dont have my money right now. And the old man is calling me so can you wait a few minutes for me?" He smiled, oh-so-mockingly sweet at you.

A tomato would have been jealous of the tint of your check. The itching call for violence is now an unignorable howler. But before you can give in, the god of mischief is already pushing you into one of the rooms, claiming your silence as agreement. In a blink, you were in a well decorated room. The walls were cream in color and golden leaves decorated the corners. Threre were shelves of book against one side of the wall and-

"Wait a minute." Snapping out of your trance, you shouted, voice filled with vile, "Loki!"

But sadly, it came too late and the door have already been shut and only his feint mocking voice telling "enjoy!" Was heard from the other side.

You could sighed, pity for your own predicament. Moving towards one of the shelves with a colorful string of curse words following, you might sa well entertain yourself with something. The books were more old, and probably cost more than your soul. Each one was placed neat and organized, neither a speck or spot of dust could be seen. But one particular book caught your eye.

With a gentle finger, you traced the gold imprints on its spine.

Herbs, Medicine and Witchcraft

Unlike everything else, this one book was placed different. It was pulled slightly forward, as if recently placed back but someone else other than the organizer. When you pull it out, you also noticed the small, almost miniscule dirt on its cover. But other than that, it was nothing special.

"I didn't think they'll have this kind of book."

You sat down and flipped on a random page. It was filled with information about different plants that can be used for both medicine and, surprisingly witchcraft. It included their typical use, characteristics, side effects and their locations. And it was very specific too.

"I wonder if I can borrow this."

Page upon page was flipped, despite the fascination dwelling in you, drowsiness became unbearable. It was just so quiet and peaceful here. Maybe a few minutes won't hurt, right?

"Loki will be there for a while anyway. Might as well." Your reasoning seemed to make sense with your tired eyes and you rest your head. Not even bothered by the fact that you used the book as your pillow.

It'll just be few minutes anyway.

It wasn't a few minutes.

Slowly, your eyelids fluttered as consciousness begin to come back. You sighed contently, that nap certainly helped with your mood. You buried your nose deeper into the soft cloth you leaned on and inhaled. It smelled like fresh lilacs and the sun.

Wait, cloth?

You lifted your head and saw, indeed there was a neatly folded cloth on the place of the book. It was pale apricot, almost faded white and now that you are looking properly, it was a short robe?

"I starting to think you were not going to wake up."

Do you know the sound of a startled walrus with a respiratory disease? Imagine that, but worse. That how you sounded as you whipped your head in surprise to the voice. Right beside you was the god of thunder himself, Thor. The difference in size between him and the chair he was resting on was almost comical. You would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact you want to live a longer.

"He-hello Thor-sama." Damnit, what did you stutter?

He casted his eyes sideways to acknowledge your greeting, glacing right back into reading afterwards.

Looking yourself, it was then you noticed the book he was reading was the one you were previously sleeping on.

"It didn't seem like you were using it," his voice was monotone as for usual, "aside as a pillow, that is."

Ahh, the sheer pleasure of being swallowed by the ground right now would be nice.

"Ah! That- I! Yes..." You simply stared at your lap instead, fist clenched tightly on top. Better to stay quiet that to embarrass yourself further.

Thor was in between being an acquaintance and  a work friend. Neither of you talked much, aside from greetings and small talk but was more than used to his presence with the number of times you had to deliver things to Loki, enough so that you don't have to tremble everytime you meet.

But sitting this close, in a close space, alone, this was definitely the first time.

And it'll be the last if you're not careful.

The silence was suffocating, for you at least. You have almost jumped in your sit when he flipped a page in the book.

A minute passed and you are so closed to jumping out of the window. The room was too quiet. Making small talk won't be bad at times like this right?

"It's a nice book."

Wow. If you could, you would have hit yourself in the back of your head. Great thinking, really.

He merely nodded and the silence dragged once again.

"There's a lot of useful information in it."

Stop, just stop. Please stop digging your own grave.

"That's why it's a shame to be drooled on."

"I do not drool!"

In the distant, the sound of funeral bells rang clear in your head. The life you lived was good. Your friend will remember what flower you wanted to be placed on your coffin, and she can have your house, maybe even your-

Before you could complete your will, you heard a smallest of chuckle from the other god.

Huh?

You stared at Thor and sure enough, there's the tiniest arch in his lips. His eyes remains on the pages but - shit - has he always been this pretty?

Between the brief greetings and quick glances, it was hard to appreciate his beauty. Though mostly blank, his face was clear and smooth. Not a single blemish as one might expect from a god who knew battlefield as his home. He was no Aphrodite nor comparable to Paris, but he himself held a beauty of his own. You couldn't quite decide on if it was the light from the window or it was simply him that was glowing?

His neck flexed in the smallest notion as he read. The muscles of his shoulders were relaxed against the table.

Heavens. Those muscles.

You blushed on your thoughts. You tear your eyes away from his physique, the wooden table suddenly very interesting.

"It is rare to see you without Mjolnir, Thor-sama."

"I don't bring him when I read."

"Him?" The question lingered on your head. Was Thor one of 'those' people?

"Do you read often?"

"No."

"Are you interested in herbal medicine?"

"No."

"Is that so?" Your answer was awkward just as the air around you. But to the very least, the tension have eased out knowing that he didn't  obliterate you so far.

"Um, Thor-sama?"

Curse you and your need to fill in the silence.

"May I ask why you are reading a book about witchcraft? You do not seem the type to be interested in it." Realizing what you said was potentially insulting, you quickly apologized, eyes wide as you tried to explain. "Not that you don't look like it! What I mean is, um, - that." You stumbled over your own words with nervousness but he simply kept his eyes in the book, barely even glancing at you.

"... give you." His voice made you stop with your gibberish. Catching only the tail-end of his words, you looked at him questioningly. Only then did you realize that it has almost been a minute since he flipped a page, almost as if your question startled him as well.

"Ma-may you repeat that?"

There was a short pause before his answer came.

"So that I know what to give you."

Furrowed brows and confused eyes marked your features.

"So that I know what to give you."

His words repeated in your head, like an stubborn echo inside a cavern.

"I know what to give you."

"Give you."

"Give."

Oh shit.

"You're the Persistent Santa?!" The chair you previously sat on collided with the floor with a loud "thud". Hands planted heavily against the table, you casted accusing eyes to him.

Before any other words were uttered, your senses made its way back to your head like a harsh slap of water. You just yelled at the strongest Norse god. You might as well have dug your own hole and painted your tombstone.

But all fear and confusion left you as you stare at the fore mentioned god. He was not glancing down anymore but instead his eyes found its place opposite of your direction. And if one would look close, really intently stared, the faintest of red could be seen blooming in his cheeks.

"He-he's blushing."

Thor is blushing.

"You shouldn't be shouting here." His voice did not have the same air of threat and authority it usually holds. If your ears were right, it almost sounded like he was embarrassed.

Silently picking up the fallen chair, you sat down with your eyes burning holes the robe infront of you. Which you have almost forgotten was there.

Thinking back to the times you interacted with him, one word would usually come to mind. Quiet. He would acknowledge your presence or sometimes even greet you during the times you bump into one another but has never to made a conversation. Compared to Loki, you have always figured that maybe he was just more refined.

It wasn't until you heard his tale from your friend that you have gathered a sort of fear towards him. You knew how gods are, how vile and wrathful they are. And a god of his caliber could wipe you with a single flicker of his finger.

You would now bow and act more politely to him. Going as far as trying to avoid any contact with him.

But now sitting a mere foot apart, you felt no threat. No danger. And only then did you realize that you have never really felt any danger to begin with. When he speaks, he did not have the murderous aura that they claim to choke anyone.  He had never given you any reason to fear him, it was only you who decided to believed other's opinion.

"I'm sorry."

As if a trigger, his head turned to you upon hearing your timid voice but you dare not look at his eyes.

"You don't-"

"Not just for yelling."

Where did you get the courage to cut him off? You do not know. But, still with the false bravery, you continued.

"I mean, I have been very rude to you for a long time,"

"You have never been mean to me and I only returned the gesture by fearing you without any basis of."

With every fiber of yours screaming otherwise, you turned to look at him in the eye.

"I'm really sorry."

The longer you look into those golden eyes the more the heat on your neck spreads to your cheeks.

Guess his hair isn't the only thing red now.

"It's nothing," surprisingly it was Thor who turned away first. This time though, you eyes remained on him with a small smile. Youu have been missing out on so many things. But now, you have the eternity to catch up. And you're sure as hell you will.

"Thor-sama."

"Just Thor."

You laughed a bit, a sound that you did not notice brought a smile on his own lips.

"Why did you give me those gift anyway."

He turned his head to the other direction, but your keen eyes could see his tainted red ears.

"Loki said gifts were a good way to get close to someone." You grinned.

"I should have known better than listen to him."

His words dragged a loud laugh from you. The thought of him asking Loki, of all people for an advice was something you thought you'll never hear. And the small pout in his voice upon the next statement both brought you giddiness and butterflies.

Your hands instinctively covered your mouth, but still the sounds slipped through. And if you would have opened your eyes that moment, you would have seen the adoration in Thor's as he watches you.

Yes, it was embarrassing to ask his cousin for advice and finding those herbs was a hard task. But if seeing you like this, with lips arch into the most beautiful smile he have seen filled with happiness he once thought he couldn't bring you, then he would do it a thousand more.

Bonus:

Outside the closed doors, Loki grinned at himself. Trying to get you two was a pain with how standoffish Thor was by this was the most entertainment he had for a long time.

"What the hell are you doing?" It was one of Odin's crow that screeched from beging, as they watch the god smiling, and by experience it never means well.

"Oh nothing," he sing-songed. He floated pass his uncle but never before saying,

"Hope you're ready for grandkids!"

"Huh?"

But they did not receive an answer, only a chorus of laughter from the god of mischief as he drift away.

If you don't know who's Circe is, she's a witch in the Greek mythology that turned sailors into pigs. Odysseus met her during his travel home from the Trojan war. She turned his men into pig too. And it's a book of Madeline Miller too! You should really read her books.

This was requested by @tenshi-san and I apologize that I might have strayed too far from your prompt. I really hope I did your husbando some justice. He was so hard to write because that only thing I can see him as is bored😂. But I hope you still like it!

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #Thor #Loki #SnV Thor #fanfiction #x reader #snv x reader

[mister-softy]

Oblivion - A Nancy Holbrook Playlist

playlist

tracklist below the cut

notes: some of these selections don’t really fit with the film’s canon - i.e. i went with the alternate ending timeline, hence why there’s an angry revenge song towards the end. my vision for nancy’s life after the events of the story is that she and quentin get out of springwood and try to make a better life together, thus “exit music” and so on.

1. Mad World - Tears For Fears 

Went to school and I was very nervous

No one knew me, no one knew me

Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson

Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny

I find it kind of sad

The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had

2. Waste of Paint - Bright Eyes

It's clear to see, it's not them, but me

Who's lost my self-identity

And I hide behind these books I read

While scribbling my poetry

Like art could save a wretch like me

With some ideal ideology

That no one could hope to achieve

And I'm never real, it's just a sketch of me

And everything I've made is trite and cheap and a waste

Of paint

Of tape

Of time

3. Oblivion - Grimes

I never look behind all the time

I will wait forever

Always looking straight

Thinking, counting all the hours you wait

See you on a dark night

See you on a dark night

See you on a dark night

See you on a dark night

4. In My Head - Bedroom

It consumes my mind

It consumes my soul

It wants my life, it wants complete control

Somebody help me before it's bad

Somebody help me before I end up dead

5. Toynbee Tiles - The Scary Jokes

There's a dozen round every corner

But it won't be easy to piece them together, no

But we've got minds like barbed wire

I never thought that it would be so tough

Just to exist through the simplest, most menial stuff

But I know we're gonna figure this thing out, or self-immolate trying

6. Body of Years - Mother Mother 

All the remains of a cadaver of days

I keep hidden away

Keep them there just in case

I wanna visit that place

Blow the dust from the bones

Off a body of years

That I leave all alone

7. Murders - Tally Hall 

I was in the middle ground

Looking to find the

Flowers in the garden

Wearying of the hate me hate me not

Wait they forgot

Woe oh the rot

Deeper in they crept

Oblivious of the bears and darker terrors

Or none were there

How did they dare

8. Lights Out, Words Gone - Bombay Bicycle Club

Keep your old and wasted words

My heart is breaking like you heard

But the town has always turned

These lies and made them all burn

9. Roslyn - Bon Iver & St. Vincent

Up with your turret

Aren't we just terrified?

Shale, screen your worry from what you won't ever find

Don't let it fool you

Don't let it fool you down

Dancing around, folds in her gown

10. Monsters - Ruelle

You've got no place to hide

And I'm feeling like a villain, got a hunger inside

One look in my eyes

And you're running 'cause I'm coming

Gonna eat you alive

Your heart hits like a drum

The chase has just begun

11. Exit Music (For A Film) - Radiohead

Wake

From your sleep

The drying of

Your tears

Today

We escape

We escape

Pack

And get dressed

Before your father hears us

Before

All hell

Breaks loose

12. Glowing Eyes - Twenty One Pilots

We all are stranger creatures than when we all started out as kids

Culture forbids

We have romantic fantasies about what dying truly is

Fall off the grid

We live for

The night's decor

It reveals what

We dream of

13. A Burning Hill - Mitski

And I've been a forest fire

I am a forest fire

And I am the fire and I am the forest

And I am a witness watching it

I stand in a valley watching it

And you are not there at all

#nancy holbrook #a nightmare on elm street 2010 #anoes 2010 #noes 2010 #op

[angelfire115]

The one who fell part 4

Alice woke up startled, the sound of a clock ringing in the distance spooked her awake. She, thankfully, didn't have any nightmares this time but still, she wasn't excited to be up. She sat up to stretch and rub the sleep out of her eyes. As she got out of bed, she noticed a piece of paper on the little desk next to her bed. She picked it up to read the note left on it.

Dear Alice

Good morning, hope you slept well, I won't be here this morning but Vaggie will be here and I've informed her of you and Als predicament so she'll look after you for me till I get back. Don't worry, Al maybe scary but he isn't that bad once you get to know him. I also left you some clothes in your closet, hopefully they fit

Sincerely Charlie <3

Alice smiled by the end of reading the note, Charlie was so nice. It did make her question how she's in hell if she's so nice but she'll probably ask her later. She got up and looked in the closet at her new clothes. She chose a nice red dress with some flowers embroided on in. She tied her hair up and put on some black sandals. She left her room and went downstairs, her stomach growled as she got to the lounge, she was ready for any kind of food they would serve. Her stomach then twisted in her gut as she saw Alastor at the bar area, talking to the cat person on the otherside. Alastor spotted her and waved to her while smiling a closed eyed smile. She didn't give the same gesture, she instead moved over to the couches where Angel dust sat and sat on one of the other ones near him.

She sat there for a moment, keeping a careful eye on Alastor, her appetite leaving her completely but she was still hungry. Angel noticed her existence and placed his phone down. Angel dust: "Yo". Hearing Angels voice made Alice turn her attention to him. Alice: "Oh morning Angel, how are you?". Angel shrugged as he lay his hand on his clenched fist. Angel dust: "Okay I guess, just bored, what about you? Ya look tense". Alice looked at Angel wide eyed, surprised he would notice her behavior. Alice: "Well, I'm just nervous, haven't stayed in a hotel before, hehehehehe". Angel looked at Alice, perking his eyebrow. Angel dust: "Really? Hmm". They both sat in silence as they both stared off in space.

Angel then popped out of his thoughts and smiled cheekily. Angel dust: "Hey, wanna do something fun?". Alice glanced at Angel confused, what kind of fun? Alice: "I don't know, I thought I'd stay here till Charlie got back". Angel huffed in dispointment until he noticed Alices uncomfortable and nervous staring at Alastor. Angel dust: "Hmm, are you sure you really want to stay here?". Alice thought for a bit longer, she peered at Alastor deep in his chatting till he peeked back at Alice, that look he had sent a chill shiver down her spine. She quickly shot up, scaring Angel. Alice: "Okay, let's go".

Angel dust whispered a yes as he followed Alice out the door while Alastor watched the two leave. As they walked down the fiery streets of hell, Alice got nervous as she didn't know what to do. Alice: "So, what are we doing now?". Angel hummed in thought as they continued to walk. Angel dust: "*gasp* I've always wanted to prank these idiots I knew for stealing my money after I gave them my service and I know exactly where they would be". Angel grabbed Alice, dragging her along, faster then when they were walking. After maybe 10 minutes of speed walking, they finally stopped in front of a bar. Alice was more or less out of breath when they got there.

Angel dust stood at the gate, thinking carefully what to do next. Alice was about to speak protest on the idea of causing a prank but couldn't since Angel rushed away. Angel dust: "Wish I brang my gear, be a lot more fun if I did, no matter though". He climbed up boxes and crates stacked beside the building, climbing to a small window. He looks through the window, looking at everything inside. A small grin grows on his face after something caught his eye. Angel dust: "Jackpot". Alice was totally confused over the entire situation, she wasn't sure what he was up to or what he'll do to get them back. Alice: "What do you see in there?". Angel dust: "Something that'll make this night extra fun, get up here".

Angel gestured to Alice to climb the boxes, she hesitates but is curious on what he was seeing. When she made it to the top, Angel moves aside to let her see. She looks in an sees a small bar filled with demons. They all were enjoying their time, drinking, chatting and more. Angel dust: "There, you see those two in the corner, they're the ones that scabbed me". Over to the bottom left of the corner was a large burly man and a short skinny one, both mean looking too. The sight of them gave Alice goosebumps. Those were people she didn't want to mess with. Angel dust: "And look what they're packin". Resting on the tables were weapons and explosives, it was shocking to see. In the normal world, someone would immediately be arrested and the weapons confiscated if they were seen at all. But this was hell, this place worked differently which Alice quickly learned.

Angel dust: "If we can get those weapons, we can blow them all to hell or out of hell really, hahahaha". Alice: "You said we'd be pranking them, not killing them". Angel smirked at Alice. Angel dust: "I know, the prank being that they'd be dead". Alice frowned at his words, its no wonder Charlies having so much trouble on him. Alice: "Angel!". Alice spoke strongly to Angel which gave him a shock. Seeing the upset face she pulled made Angel back up. Angel dust: "Jesus girl, you're taking Charlies rules seriously aren't you?... *sigh* fine, we'll steal their weapons and I can sell them, I know what brand they are and trust me, they are good ones, they must of cost a fortune, I don't even have those. Bet they'll be going mad if they went missing".

Alice thought for a moment, stealing those weapons wouldn't be so bad. She nods her head in agreement to Angels plan which he smiles widely, happy to know this was gonna happen. Angel dust: "Alright, here's the plan". Meanwhile, back at the hotel, Vaggie struts down the stairs, face buried in some papers she had. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she sees that Angel dust is gone, so is Alastor. She sighs in anoyance, hoping those two weren't causing problems. She finds Niffty, dusting out some shelves. Vaggie: "Niffty, where did Alastor and Angel go?". She was annoyed that she had to keep tabs on both of them but for this hotel to be a success, the most troublesome of them had to be kept under surveillance.

Niffty stopped her cleaning to glance up at Vaggie. Niffty: "Oh well, Angel dust took the new guest Alice out for what he described as "fun" and Alastor left right after them, don't know why though". Vaggies eyes shot open, her fears and anger boiled up inside of her. With an angry expression, she swore she'd make them pay. She placed her papers on the table and left the hotel. Hoping the chaos hasn't started just yet.

#hazbin hotel #Charlie #Alastor #Alice OC #Husk #Niffty #Vaggie #Angel dust #fanfic #oof #wonder what Angels planning #what's Alastor up too? #Will Vaggie stop whatever plans Angel and Alastor have conjured up? #Will Alice be able to come out of this alive? #find out next time on #The one who fell

[impashableimagines]

(Before you assume anything, please read this whole thing) What if Julian & the mc were getting ready for 'special time' & Julian was all nice & bound up & he can't move at all. But then, the mc goes downstairs to get something & Julian hears this HUGE crash right along with a sickeningly loud CRACK... And they don't come back up the stairs... And they aren't responding to Julian calling if they are okay... and Julian still can't get up to see what happened?

Why did you fuck with my heart like this

I had to write angst because of this

Look what you did anon

I hope you're pleased with yourself

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MC grinned at Julian as they secured his wrists together and looped the silken rope through the headboard, securely tying his arms up over his head. Normally, MC would have used a classic daisy chain, or something easier for Julian to get himself out of, but today? Today was a special treat for Julian, so at his request, MC tied his hands more firmly than usual, binding them in place once more with a whisper of magic, just to be sure Julian would be safe and secure while bound, without hurting him.

They pressed a soft, playful kiss to Julian's throat, lightly brushing their fingers down Julian's chest from the base of his neck to his navel before pulling away.

"Wait here, my dearest." MC whispered seductively. "I almost forgot something, the most important part."

Julian whined, already aroused and wanting, but responded with a mewl of "Hurry up then, love, please! I need you," making MC giggle a bit, kissing his cheek. "I won't be long, darling, I promise. Patience, now. Be good for me." And with that, MC was out of the room in a blur, rushing down the stairs to collect what was forgotten.

All was peaceful and quiet, with only the sounds of MC rummaging around, talking to themselves as they tried to recall where they'd put 'it,' whatever 'it' was.

Julian could barely hear what MC was saying, even as he strained to listen. Shortly thereafter, Julian heard what sounded like... an explosion?! And something- no, someone- dropping to the floor with a sickening crack.

"What the fuck was that? MC, love, what's going on?! Are you alright?! Love, where are you?! Talk to me, MC!" He struggled against his bindings, hissing as the ropes bit into his skin. With the high amount of pressure he was putting against them, even the silky soft texture would become painful rapidly.

Julian howled with anguish, not receiving any response from his lover or their familiar when he cried out to them. "Fucking dammit, curse these binds!" He had to get out, had to break out somehow. Why had he asked MC to magically bind him on top of the physical binds? 'Fucking stupid,' he thought to himself. 'I'm so fucking stupid. Something's gone wrong, and it's all my fault!' Julian cried out once more, praying to the Gods that someone, anyone, would come and find him and help MC, but his cries went unheeded.

It wasn't until the next day, when Asra returned from their latest trip, that Julian heard the jingle of the shop's bells and he found the strength to cry out for help once more, being released from the magical binds and rushing to find MC.

What he saw when he got downstairs would surely break him. The pit in his stomach grew with each step down the stairs, and he grew more terrified of what he'd see when he got there. Would MC be dust? Would their body be mangled, crushed, burnt beyond repair? What miserable vision would await him when he turned the corner and drew back the curtain to look into the back of the store, where MC had gone off to?

As he reached out and drew back the curtain, his breath hitched in his throat. "N- no... no, no, no... this is impossible... Asra! How did this happen?!"

There, in the storeroom, he had found MC, crumpled on the ground, bloodied, bruised, scorched and almost completely lifeless - the only thing grounding them and keeping them alive being the presence of Asra's magic bound within the portion of heart that Asra gave to MC. "I can't keep MC here forever, Ilya. The damage is too extensive." Asra's voice drifted off, hesitant to continue, before they steeled themself. "It's time to say goodbye." Asra's eyes glistened, wet with tears as he gently ushered Julian forward. "I've already said what I needed to, now it's your turn. I'll give you some privacy." They stepped outside the curtain, drawing it closed behind them.

He sunk to his knees beside MC and pulled them into his arms, cradling them like they were the most precious porcelain doll in the world. "Oh, my love... I could have prevented this. If only I hadn't asked you to perform that binding charm, I could have helped you, could have taken care of you, I'm such an idiot, I'm so sorry... I would give my life-"

A frail finger pressed against his lips, a soft, rasping voice chuckling at him. "Hush, Julian. I forbid it. You will not sacrifice yourself for me."

Julian flinched and hung his head, clinging to MC for dear life. "How can I live without you?"

"You did once, and you can again, my dear. Be strong. Goodbye, my Ilyushka. Take care of Malak, and my dear familiar, too." MC smiled up at Julian. "I'm sorry I ruined such a special day, I had so much planned for you..."

With those words, MC drifted off, their eyes closing one final time as the warmth drained from their body, Julian clutching them close and cradling them as he cried.

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Okay so now that you've read the sad ending, I've also got a more sweet, comedic version for you to read as well.

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MC grinned at Julian as they secured his wrists together and looped the silken rope through the headboard, securely tying his arms up over his head. Normally, MC would have used a classic daisy chain, or something easier for Julian to get himself out of, but today? Today was a special treat for Julian, so at his request, MC tied his hands more firmly than usual, binding them in place once more with a whisper of magic, just to be sure Julian would be safe and secure while bound, without hurting him.

They pressed a soft, playful kiss to Julian's throat, lightly brushing their fingers down Julian's chest from the base of his neck to his navel before pulling away.

"Wait here, my dearest." MC whispered seductively. "I almost forgot something, the most important part."

Julian whined, already aroused and wanting, but responded with a mewl of "Hurry up then, love, please! I need you," making MC giggle a bit, kissing his cheek. "I won't be long, darling, I promise. Patience, now. Be good for me." And with that, MC was out of the room in a blur, rushing down the stairs to collect what was forgotten.

All was peaceful and quiet, with only the sounds of MC rummaging around, talking to themselves as they tried to recall where they'd put 'it,' whatever 'it' was.

Julian could barely hear what MC was saying, even as he strained to listen. Shortly thereafter, Julian heard what sounded like... an explosion?! And something dropping to the floor with a crash.

"What the fuck! MC, love, what's going on?! Are you alright?! Love, where are you?!" He struggled against his bindings, hissing as the ropes bit into his skin. With the high amount of pressure he was putting against them, even the silky soft texture would become painful rapidly.

Julian howled with anguish, not receiving any response from his lover or their familiar. "Fucking dammit, curse these binds!" He had to get out, had to break out somehow. Why had he asked MC to magically bind him on top of the physical binds? 'Fucking stupid,' he thought to himself. 'I'm so fucking stupid. Something's gone wrong, and it's all my fault!'

Julian cried out once more. "Someone?! Anyone! Help! MC needs help!" His cries went unheeded until much later, after he'd passed out from the exhaustion of constantly struggling, when he finally heard the jingle of the front door of the shop's bells downstairs. He heard a harsh inhale of air and a shaky breath to follow, and he heard the creak of the stairs as someone, he assumed the most likely person was Asra, climbed the stairs, entering MC's bedroom and looking at Julian with a solemn, broken look in their eyes.

"Asra, what's going on?! Unbind me, please, I heard a crash earlier and MC was downstairs- Are they okay?!" Asra put their hand up to stop Julian." Asra, what- what's going on? Talk to me, Asra, please, where's MC-"

"Ilya, shut up for a moment, would you?" Asra muttered, shaking their head as they worked to unbind Julian. "Come downstairs. You should see for yourself what happened. Put some clothes on and come downstairs."

Julian did as he was told, descending the stairs. The pit in his stomach grew with each step, and he grew more terrified of what he'd see when he got downstairs. Would MC be dust? Would their body be mangled, crushed, burnt beyond repair? What miserable vision would await him when he turned the corner and drew back the curtain to look into the back of the store, where MC had gone off to?

When he entered the storeroom, Julian found something that certainly shocked him. He found a kitten. "... Asra, this kitten is cute and all, but where is MC?"

Asra chuckled. "Well, you see, Julian, it seems that MC was attempting to use a summoning spell to conjure their surprise for you, but mixed up which ingredients they needed, and ended up instead transfiguring themself into a kitten. Aren't they just adorable?"

The kitten yowled, swiping their claws at Asra. "Yes, yes, MC. I know you're irritated that I let Julian see this, but how couldn't I? He was so worried about you, and needed to know you were safe, even if you are embarrassed by this form."

Julian shook his head, scowling at MC and picking them up. "Hey, look at me. You scared me so badly, MC. Never do that again. My heart can't take it, okay? I'm afraid I'll die of fright next time."

MC mewled at him, licking his cheek and snuggling against his chest. Julian chuckled softly. "I'll take that as an agreement, then."

#the arcana julian #arcana #the arcana #how dare you make me write this #this hurt me deeply #and i originally wrote an entirely different version of the last half so i cried twice to two different endings #and wrote a more comedic ending too #angst #arcana angst #julian angst #asra the magician #asra alnazar #asra #julian devorak #julian #ilya devorak

[jpat82]

Christmas Key

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

It was your first Christmas together, and you were nervous. What do you get a man that could buy whatever he wants? It seemed cheesy to buy him something like a sweater or a watch, he had a closet full. You had all but officially moved into his country style home at the end of quiet little neighborhood. The house wasn't anything large or extravagant, which was prefect to you. The main floor had the kitchen and dining room plus the living room and a bedroom tucked into the corner with a private bath. Upstairs was the two quest rooms one of which had been turned into an office and library.

    It was cozy with a cute little fireplace and hard wood floors. And the Christmas decorations, the twinkling lights made it even more so. A year ago had someone told you that you would be celebrating your first Christmas with boyfriend, who you adored, a bakery that was thriving in the heart of London, you would of called that person crazy. You sighed with contentment as you stared over at the Christmas tree, colorful lights glowing on the deep green branches.

    It was a two weeks before Christmas and you still hadn't gotten Tom anything and you were starting to stress out about it. You would think that he would at least give you some kind of hint but no, he was the most frustrating person in the world to shop for.

"Darling, ready to go down town?" Tom asked as he stepped into the living room from the kitchen. You smiled over to him as he came up to you, grabbing your jacket from the chair in the dining room as he did.

    "Of course Thomas, I was just admiring your tree." You replied, allowing him to slip the coat up your arms.

—-

Winter snow had just dusted the city, and continued to fall in small flurries. The two of you had just finished seeing a play and were strolling the city streets marveling at the crispness of the snow. Buildings adorned with festive decorations, colorful lights from windows reflected off the white canvas of new fallen snow.

     Your arm was linked in with his, your face duck into the royal blue chenille scarf. Even with the cold air surrounding the both of you you felt warm and happy. He led you into a small shop, the lights low and the smell of coffee and cocoa hit you.

   "Can we get to two cocoas?" Tom asked as you walked up to the counter.

    "Yes, sir." The barista replied with a smile, taking his money and starting the machine.

"So you aren't going to visit family for the holiday?" Tom asked, as you both seated yourselves waiting for your drinks.

"No, I have the bakery to worry about." You replied, sighing lightly. "I have a ton of holidays orders coming up and my sister just had her daughter. And as much as I love my sister and her kids, she can be intense on a normal day. After she had my nephew she was down right crazy."

"I'm sure she isn't that bad." He chuckled, you let out a hearty laugh.

"Oh, Tom if you only knew. She has these grand ideas and never sees them through. Her husband, god bless that man, he's a high profile lawyer and the sweetest person you'd ever meet but her.." You took a deep breath. "Love her death but, I'm glad I came to England, otherwise she would still be trying to run my life."

"Really?" He asked as the barista called your order, both of you standing to retrieve your drinks before heading back out into the cold night.

"Let see, she wanted me to go into medicine cause it pays better and when I told her I had no desire to do that, but I wanted to bake." You looked over to him, Tom's eyes met yours as he took a sip of his hot cocoa. "She wanted me to cook so I could work at one of Gordon Ramsay's restaurants. Everything about her is money. She didn't like my idea of owning my own bakery."

"And your parents?" He asked, his brows furrowing.

"As long as I'm happy they really didn't care." You shrugged. "Love them dearly but they were always on the go, busy doing this or that, my sister pretty much raised me."

"Darling, that sounds really dreadful. Not having them around." He said softly looking at the ground as you both made your way back to his car.

"It's not as bad as it sounds. Honestly, cause when we went on vacation, they made up for it. They took us to amazing places and spent quality time with us." You smiled over at him. "I wouldn't trade growing up with anyone else."

"Well, that's good then. Ready to go back home?" He asked as he unlocked the car.

"Of course." You giggled, getting in.

—-

Two hours later, the two of you sat curled up on the couch all the lights off except the lights on the tree and the fire in the fireplace. A throw was tossed over both of you as you stayed snuggled into each other. You thought about everything you'd have to do in the morning and knew you should head back to your own tiny flat on the other side of town. Not that you wanted to leave, you would rather stay right here, curled into your boyfriend.

"Darling, there is something in my stocking on the fireplace, can you bring it to me?" He asked. You sighed, pulling the covers back and walking over. Bare feet felt the cold floor as you traveled over to the fire place. You snagged the stocking and brought it back, sitting next to him. "Look inside."

You chuckled lightly, reaching in a felt something cold. Tilting your head you gave a puzzled look as you pulled the small item out. It was key, and attached to it was a slip of paper.

'You stole the key to my heart, so here is the key to my house.'

Your eyes lifted to meet his, Tom bit his lip.

"I know it seems a bit soon, but I'd like you to move in with me. I hate you going home or me leaving you to come back here. I was going to wait till Christmas to give you the key, but... I want you to be here when I wake for Christmas, and every day." He stated holding your contact.

"Thomas, I'd love that!!" You exclaimed wrapping your arms around him, lips meeting against his.

"Merry Christmas to me then." He stated when you broke from the kiss.

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