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mrpenguinpants-alter-ego · 3 years

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Kaeya: Frostbite

This was suppose to be an offering to Albedo but I don’t know anything about him so I ended up writing him as a more laidback Kaeya. Halfway through I realized so that’s why my tags are like that. Here’s your 2k words of cake.

I’m back :DD My first fic is on Albedo Kaeya tho haha. I don’t really want Albedo since I’m saving for Xiao (but if he wants to come I ain’t complaining, he’s vv pretty) so here is my offering birthday gift before 1.2. I saw the cold weather effect for 1.2 and my breath of the wild ptsd kicked in. Is it gay to hold hands with your significant other as an excuse to not freeze to death?

btw I have a taglist. If you want to be added see pinned post for details.

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Kaeya: Frostbite

Trying to find a way into Inazuma didn’t seem likely considering the Electro archon’s distaste to visions and causing a region-wide lockdown. So the next option was to travel through Dragonspine. There had been a few disturbances noted from the Adventurer’s guild but due to the harsh climate of the snow-touched region, not many adventurers were willing to set foot near the mountain. Albedo, the Captain of the Investigation Team and Chief Alchemist, however, knew no bounds for research and discovering the “truth” of the world. This is probably why by the time you found out that one of the Favonius Captains was in Dragonspine that could serve as an excellent travel companion/guide, he had already departed for the mountain weeks ago.

“Why don’t you ask Kaeya to take you?” Jean recommended, smiling gently at your wilting state, “Mondstadt has been quiet lately so it shouldn’t hurt to have two missing Captains for a short while.”

Kaeya? Well, it was true that he didn’t have cavalry to command considering Grand Master Varka had taken all of them for an expedition. Would it be alright to do that? Wouldn’t the Fatui try and start something with the infamous captain away?

“If you’re worried about the Fatui it’s alright. With the event in Liyue and the role of the Fatui Harbinger, they’ve been very skittish to start anything” Lisa laughed from her spot beside Jean. It always scared you how Lisa seemed to be a mind reader. Did alchemist secretly pick it up as a hobby or was Lisa just that scary? Both were equally correct possibilities.

“He’s starting to miss you because you’ve been away from Mondstadt for so long. Jean and I can take care of things should something happen. Go meet up with him before his mood sulks even further. Even I’m starting to feel bad” Lisa smiled, waving you off to go find said Calvary Captain.

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While a pyro user would be better to travel within hindsight, Diluc was busy with the winery and Amber wasn’t used to the harsh climate of Dragonspine. That left Kaeya, who had been to Dragonspine before having met with an owl. You weren’t entirely sure what significance the owl of Dragonspine had but knowing Kaeya, it could either be a wise creature or an ordinary snow owl. He was a cyro user and while that didn’t necessarily mean he was immune to the frost, he was at least in his element. You couldn’t ask Diluc to set the ground on fire and burn to death and besides, the climate was too cold for grass to burn. Plus Jean did recommend him plus you were interested in this “sulky” version of Kaeya.

“Dragonspine? That’s quite a jump from the noisy harbour of Liyue. May I ask why the sudden change?” Kaeya smiled easily when you approached him. You were surprised he already knew what you wanted to ask but maybe Mondstadt had the same idea as Liyue, that all the walls talked.

“Ah, I heard that there have been some unknown issues there so I wanted to see if I could help. Albedo already left so Jean recommended that I travel with you to meet him since you’ve been there before” you explained trying to stifle the laugh bubbling up as he pouted a bit.

“So I’ve become Plan B then? I thought we had quite a close relationship and yet you’re asking me to accompany you to see another man”

“Kaeyaa...” you sighed at him, so this is what Lisa meant by a sulky Kaeya.

“I’m just teasing,” Kaeya ruffled your hair as he stood up from his chair, “Mondstadt’s been quite boring lately. Shall we depart?”

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While you knew that Dragonspine wouldn’t be an easy adventure after spending so much time in the comforting warm weather of Liyue, it wasn’t an easy experience to suddenly switch temperatures so 180. The snow made it hard for your boots to trek through and while the snowflakes were pretty they made your body temperature plummet. Your hands were cold as you started to slowly lag behind Kaeya busy trying to keep your hands warm. It wouldn’t be awhile before the next torch so you just needed to toughen it out. How the hell was Kaeya fine in this kind of weather?

“What's wrong? Can't handle the cold?” Kaeya called over his shoulder before pausing in his step studying your shivering form, “Are you alright?”

“J-Just fine” you breathed out trying to warm your hands a bit more, “Really, I’m alright. Just a bit cold-

As if the cyro goddess herself was mocking you a strong gust of cold wind flew past you two, ripping the buttons off your coat and freezing yourself to your core. You squeaked as whatever warmth you had was chased out and replaced with the harsh bite of frost as it slowly crept up your sides before two fingerless gloves quickly closed your coat and embraced you to a warm chest

“Be careful, frostbite is dangerous” Kaeya teased even though his eyes shone with concern as he nudged your head under his chin, trying to block the wind with his back, his hair wiping in the wind tickling your face “It’ll damage your skin and tissue. Do you feel any pain? Numbness?”

He unwrapped his white fur cloak from his shoulder and wrapped it around your neck. You’ve never really seen Kaeya express this kind of concern before. Did his cyro vision accidentally hurt him before? You don’t recall Mondstadt ever facing harsh winters. He paused before taking one of his gloves off, breathing into his hands to warm them, despite your protest.

“Haha, sorry. My gloves aren’t the best to keep warm but hopefully, it’ll be enough,” he chuckled lightly as he slide your hands into them. His fingerless gloves might keep his palms warm but his fingers were cold as he cupped yours in his bare hands. But as a cyro user, he was probably used to it since that was how he channeled his vision. His blue-lilac eye shined in amusement as he flicked a small snowflake landing on your cheek.

“Feeling any better?” he asked as you quickly shook your head. For how lax Kaeya seemed it was always a bit of whiplash to see him so concerned. He nodded quickly as the wind began to settle down before he slowly let go to slightly peel open your coat to see the damage.

“Aren’t you cold? I swear I’m alright” you quickly assured but Kaeya ignored you as he brushed the side of your shirt up to see small snowflakes melting away.

“It’s just snow, nothing too different from what I’m used to,” he muttered to himself as he brushed away the snowflakes on your waist, before wrapping you in your coat and re-buttoning your coat, “Are you cold anywhere else?”

“N-No” you answered quickly, this was not good for your heart. Where had this version of Kaeya come from? Was he always like this? “Well, I guess my hands are a bi-”

He brought your hands up to his face as his cheeks warmed your hands as he ran his fingers over yours. Trying to transfer his heat to you as your cheeks started to flush redder and redder. He huffed amused under his breath which only served to make the red flush further down your neck.

“Sorry, not a pyro user so this is the best I can do” he laughed lightly at your embarrassed expression. You knew it, he was teasing you this entire time. In sub-zero temperature where you both could die at any time.

“I’m fine. Really” you pouted, at this point, you were sure you might be overheating. He chuckled at your flushed expression as you tried to unlatch your hands to cover your face as he leans his forehead against yours.

“If you ever need me, let me know. Let's not make this a transaction relationship” he smiled smugly as you glared at him. Not that it was intimidating at all.

“Fine, understood” you huffed as he ruffles your hair again before diving his cold fingers to the sides of your neck making your shriek as he dodged your failing arms.

“Come on, let's get moving. We're not frozen in place, after all. As much dying here with you seems romantic, dying from the cold with a cyro vision is just embarrassing” he called over his shoulder smirked as he began walking away to the next waypoint.

“Kaeya...”

“Sorry sorry”

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You sighed in relief as you held your hands to the small torch just inside a cave. Away from the wind, away from the snow, and away from the cold. You could slowly feel the your muscles warm up and finally move without feeling that your bones would snap in half. You looked up at your surroundings, you never expected the giant mountain of Dragonspine to be so hollow with walkways and arches. It was really quite beautiful with all the blue ice hovering over you. Hopefully the wouldn’t break should you need to walk over them or worse, make you slip and fall.

“Are you feeling better?” Kaeya asked as he eyed your bundled up form. His fur cloak was still wrapped tightly around your form as you breathed into your hands. He suspects that you forgotten about the cloak but he liked seeing you wear it so he never asked for it back.

“Oh yes, so much better” you sighed out happily from your little warm bubble.

“Just let me know if you’re still cold alright?”

“Understood” you grinned, giving a small salute to the Captain. There’s a small pause as he nods again at you. You blink a couple times at him before Lisa’s words ring in your mind. You flush as you quickly wave at your cheeks trying to fan away the red. You shuffle a tiny bit on your feet before taking a quick look at Kaeya.

“Um, Kaeya.”

“Yes?”

“My hands are a bit cold. So...”

“Yes?”

You pout at him.

“Could you...”

“Could I?”

You glared at him as his chuckles slowly turned to laughter

“Alright alright, don’t need to be so mad. Come here”

You grinned as he held his hand out for you to take.

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ficforce · 3 years

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So Cool

Akitaru Obi x Reader SFW No set timeline New relationship

Y/N stared in wonder at the scene in front of her, her cheeks were warm and not only from the heat of the flames. She hadn’t been with Company 8 for long and this was her third or fourth call out with them, she was a second-generation with supporting abilities for others - a buffer. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she watched Obi Akitaru walk out of the burning building with Arthur over one shoulder and Shinra under his other arm. He had run in when the whole building collapsed without a second of hesitation.

His clothing was smoking, and his silhouette made an imposing figure against the fiery backdrop, “He’s so cool…” It took a second for her to get herself back in focus and she ran to her Captain in order to check on the boys over. They were fine, just overheated, she looked up at him in awe, “You’re amazing, Captain!”

“You think so?” He pulled his face guard and helmet off, breathing in the fresh air with a relieved grin, “You really helped out on this one, Y/N. If you hadn’t have boosted Maki’s ability it might have gotten messy in there.” Obi pat her shoulder and headed over to Lieutenant Hinawa, the stoic man confirmed that the fire was under control, then he noticed that Obi was a little flushed and asked after him. “Huh? Yeah…Just… Y/N said I was amazing so…” He rubbed the back of his head bashfully.

Hinawa stared at him for a long second, “Do I need to remind you that she’s your subordinate, Captain?”

“I know, I know…” He glanced back at the woman who was rubbing dirt off Tamaki’s cheek, “It still makes me happy when a cute girl thinks I’m cool - let’s head back.”

Back at the Firehouse, they all headed into the locker room, placing equipment to the side to be serviced and removing their gear. “Y/N! We’re heading for the showers, hurry up.”

“Sorry, I can’t get my jacket off…” Y/N gave the zip pull a violent tug, “The zip is stuck. I’ll catch up, Tamaki,” She waved the girl off and then nearly jumped out of her skin when she turned back to find Hinawa in her space, “Lieutenant?”

He always made her jump when he appeared from nowhere like this. He was the one who scouted her, he approached her in the cafe she had gotten an emergency job in and proceeded to tell her about the awful record she had with the firefighters. Then he had recruited her. “Your zip, do you want help?” At her nod he took hold of the pull and pinched a bit of it to keep it straight, the man gave a hard pull but nothing happened. He took a closer look before stepping back a little, “We’ll pull it over your head.”

They got about halfway up when she let out an awkward sound and stopped him, “Ah, Lieutenant Hinawa, it’s caught up on my clothing inside. I should get one of the girls to help remove it - thanks though.” Y/N wasn’t sure how she would feel about Hinawa seeing her in her bra. He probably wouldn’t care and she was certain he’d probably seen worse but she minded.

“What’s going on?” Obi had taken a call when he got back and had come back to finish changing, “Why aren’t you changed?”

“Zip malfunction.” Hinawa explained, “Her shirt’s caught in it and we can’t budge it.”

The Captain came close to Y/N and took hold of the zip giving it an experimental tug, “There’s a little movement, if we pull it up a little we can probably fix it.” He wriggled the pull part and it gave a little - he gave another tug, all of a sudden it gave completely and her head jerked back as he struck her accidentally. Obi was mortified, he was completely speechless as blood began to pour from Y/N’s nose and then he was apologising profusely whilst trying to stop the bleeding.

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He took a final look at his new recruit’s face and sighed, “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I’ve never broken a newbie before.” Obi could see that her face was already bruising under one of her eyes but at least they had set her nose straight again. Y/N had taken it so well, barely making a fuss as he treated her, “I’ll buy you all the ramen you want.” Obi figured she wouldn’t think he was so cool now and he didn’t think he’d ever get over this humiliation.

“It was an accident, Captain,” Y/N wasn’t blaming him, after all, he was so apologetic and he had fixed her up himself, he’d been as gentle as he could as he administered the first aid. Her heart beat a little faster as she couldn’t think of a time she had been alone with him this long or so close, it was a little embarrassing for him to be paying so much attention to her. He still smelt of smoke and sweat, his shirt clung to him and made his every muscle pop, she knew he was fit but didn’t realise how sculpted he was. “I won’t say no to cake instead of ramen though…”

She liked sweet things, he smiled at her and agreed to buy her cake the next time they got a day off. “It’s a date then.”

“A date?”

“Sure,” he helped her up and pat her shoulder, “Head to the showers and get some rest - let Maki know if you feel dizzy later on.”

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She hadn’t thought Obi would actually take her out for cake, she thought he would just bring one back but as they walked to a nearby dessert bar, just the two of them, she felt a little nervous. He looked good in casual clothes. The man took Shinra and Arthur for Ramen all the time, this wasn’t any different. Despite telling herself that over and over, Y/N blushed as their hands brushed by chance.

“How are you finding Company 8?” He asked as he opened the door for her and they were pointed to a table to sit at.

“I love it!” She exclaimed and then she sent him a devious grin, “When My Captain isn’t punching me in the face that is.” Y/N watched Obi groan and hide his face for a moment as she giggled, “Seriously though, I’m so grateful you guys picked me up after the regular firefighters sacked me.” She honestly had been so lost after she had lost her job. Her department had been cutting corners, they weren’t maintaining equipment and she had disobeyed orders by going back into a burning factory to save civilian stragglers, she wasn’t quiet about the lack of care from her superiors and had been punished for it. “It’s great that my ability can be helpful to the team and I can walk away from a call with a sense of pride for once…” She took the menu from Obi and then her eyes widened, “Wait… that sounds bad - I mean, it’s awful that we, you know…”

Obi threw his head back and laughed at her, she was so cute as she stumbled over her words and tried to explain, “I get it, Y/N, don’t worry!” He liked being able to walk away knowing they had done all they could, put an infernal to rest, given the family some sort of closure, he tried to make the violent act as gentle as he could for the victims. Her record showed that lives mattered more than her career.

“I just feel a little bad that I can’t help you, Captain.”

The man looked up from the dessert menu and blinked, Y/N was glancing down at her own menu with a nervous little smile that he found endearing. Her abilities only worked on other ignition users and gave them extra firepower for a short time. “I train every day. Not just for me but for the people we help and for my team, knowing that my team can support each other without me is all the boost I need.”

“Captain Obi, you’re so cool.”

He was so happy that he couldn’t help grin, “Enough about that, let me apologise in the form of calories. Hinawa will get them out of you in tomorrow’s training exercise.”

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Y/N’s ears were assaulted by explosions, the roar of fires, yelling, boots on the ground, gunfire and through it all she still heard her Captain’s voice yelling her name - searching through her. She could smell the smoke, feel the heat of it over her battered body and when she tried to open her eyes it hurt too much.

It hurt.

Everything hurt.

Trying to take a breath heeded no result, instead, a gurgle and the pressure of the metal beam that has fallen on her was crushing. Y/N didn’t want to die, she was terrified that she was going to die all alone, no one knew where she had fallen after the explosion. Obi’s voice was closer this time and with a rush of adrenaline, she managed to move just a little to get enough oxygen to call back to him.

“Y/N!”

His voice again, somehow clear as a bell through the carnage around them. “Captain…”

“It’s okay, I got you, Y/N.” Obi grabbed the beam and began to lift it, it was heavier than he expected and he struggled to get enough grip, “We don’t leave anyone behind, not on my watch!” The weight of the beam began to lift from her and Y/N was able to take in more oxygen. She coughed on the smoke, gasping as it burned her lungs, there wasn’t enough relief from the beam for her to crawl out yet and she looked up at the blurry image of Obi, he was struggling to lift it - if only she could use her ability on him.

“I’m sorry, Captain…”

Y/N sounded so defeated and Obi knew what she was likely thinking, “Remember what I said, Y/N?” He gave a growl and pushed himself, his muscles protesting as he forced the beam further up and up, “I train every day for situations like this!” A crash of debris deafened her but she was pretty oblivious to anything other than the sight of Obi with the beam above his head, his eyes so determined as he helped her escape from death.

“Captain…!” Y/N threw her arms around him gratefully, “I…I…!” She didn’t know what to say, couldn’t think of a way that would tell him exactly how she felt. “I - I’ll b-buy you all the ramen you want!”

“It’s a date.”

Captain Obi was so cool.

#obi akitaru #reader #fire force #enen no shouboutai

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winter-soldier-vibes · 4 years

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Never free of myself

Never free of my mind

Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 3840

Warnings: self harm, depression

Summary: Reader struggles with self harm and one day while training with Bucky, she gets found out.

A/N: I know I’m writing slower lately, but I’ve been doing a lot of preparation for college.

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“Just stop,” you mumbled to yourself.

You hated crying. You hated how weak it made you feel. You liked being in control, and you could control your emotions for the most part, but sometimes it would just be too much. And when that happened, you were always angry. Your parents always told you not to cry when you got down, and you quickly learned to hide the tears until you were out of sight.

You had been battling depression for a while now, and you had gotten no support from your family. They hadn’t been at all empathetic, just told you to get over it and appreciate the life you have. You never really had a reason to feel so low, so you couldn’t really argue with them. You just masked the shame and pain inside so nobody else could see.

Years later, and you had it down.

You worked and lived with the Avengers now. You had been recruited for your ability to become invisible. When you first discovered your power as a young teen, you were freaked out and it made you feel even more alone than you already did. Soon after you realized it was a great way to escape a situation or avoid people all together.

You trained with them, Steve and Bucky helping you learn to fight so you could join them on missions. You were an extremely shy person at first, using mostly facial expressions and body language to communicate. But after a few weeks you began to relax around everyone, being more yourself than you had felt in a really long time.

You bonded well with Bucky in particular. The two of you liked to keep to yourself and didn’t really want anyone too close. You were both used to being alone, and you loved that someone finally seemed to understand you. The two of you became really good friends, him trusting you to talk openly about his past while you listened. But you had never told him about yours. You didn’t trust anyone with that information.

You let nobody in on your secrets. You pushed them down for when you were alone in your room at night, where no one could see or hear you. Back in your teen years, you would resort to hurting yourself as a means of coping since no one would listen to you. You didn’t know how else to handle it. And no one noticed that either, so you didn’t think it was much of a problem. You felt like you deserved it, and it helped to numb the pain for when it became too much to control.

It helped you take back the reins on your own brain.

You were currently in your room, sitting on the floor against your bed. The sun was long gone and the streets were busy with lights, the only thing illuminating your room at the moment. Besides that it was dark, but you could see enough to be able to do what you were about to.

You had a blade that was given to you for self defense in your right hand, left arm extended in front of you. You had had enough of your tears and you just wanted them to stop before they got so out of control that someone heard you. You brought the blade to your upper arm and sliced, breathing in sharply at the sting that came when the air met the cut.

You felt a little relief, but it wasn’t enough quite yet to help you feel as calm as you needed to. Angry at yourself, you brought the knife back to your arm to make a new mark just below it.

“Stop.”

Slice

“Fucking.”

Slice.

“Crying.”

Slice.

You said this through gritted teeth, gripping the blade tighten and pressing a little harder each time. You kept repeating your motions until you entered a silent peace, tears giving way to feeling numb and you could breath easily. Sighing, you put the blade down and looked at your arm. There were plenty of scars covering your body from years of this kind of release, some deep and some thin, some healing and some just memories, and some purple and raised and others white and faded. Your newest cuts were bleeding steadily, dripping from your elbow to the floor, and there was blood on your shirt as well.

You leaned your head back against the mattress and closed your eyes. You didn’t feel the need to take care of your cuts, you usually just let them clot and clean the dried blood after. You didn’t think you deserved to take care of them. You didn’t really care if they got infected. Things always worked out in the end anyways. So you waited in the blissful silence, the only noise being your breathing and heart rate which was pounding still from earlier.

You don’t know how much time passed, but eventually you stood and made your way to the bathroom. You decided that a shower would be the best and quickest way to take care of the dried blood. You turned on the water and threw your clothes into a head on the floor. You’d deal with the blood stains later. You stepped in and winced as the water hit the fresh cuts, slightly enjoying the secondary pain you were receiving.

You took your time in the shower, enjoying the warm water as it was washing over your sore body. You didn’t know why you were sore really, it just felt like your body was constantly aching. Eventually you turned the water off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around yourself and stepping back into your room and walking to your dresser to find something light to wear to bed.

You always wore long sleeves and pants when you were anywhere other than your room. You didn’t have a choice in the matter; no one knew about your little secret and you had no intention of letting it out. They’d never understand, know the voices in your head pulling you to the darkness. But, in your room alone, you were fine in a tank top and shorts. No one to hide from, no reason to hide.

You pulled on your clothes and laid down on your bed, careful to not lay on your left side. You didn’t want to have to wash the sheets again like you had a few times before. You stared at the wall for a few minutes, still numb. Eventually you were able to drift off to sleep, despite the negative thoughts still plaguing your mind

No one saw or knew about what you were going through. You would always say that you were just fine even though you weren’t. You were secretly dying inside. And not one person had a clue. Well, almost no one.

Bucky had noticed a few things about you. You were naturally a reserved person, but you seemed to have built these walls up around you. He was only able to recognize it because he had done the same when he had joined the team, scared to hurt someone or be judged. He just wanted to lay low. You had always listened to him talking about his past and everything that he had gone through, yet you never did the same. But a few times it looked like you really wanted to say something, but your walls would go back up almost as if you had never let them down. He would notice how every now and then you would drop your smile, but once again it was back as if it was always there. It made him wonder, and he wanted to help but he didn’t know what to say.

You were so sick of holding everything down, pushing people away before they got too close. You didn’t want anyone to see what you saw. You were never free of yourself. Sometimes you did want to reach out, you did want help, but you weren’t sure what people would do if they knew the truth. And you weren’t ready to risk them running away from you. You were ashamed and afraid. But you sure as hell weren’t going to let anyone know that.

The morning came much too soon for your liking, and you groaned as you sat up. You knew that this was a morning you’d be training with Bucky, and you didn’t want him to come looking for you because you weren’t ready.

Reluctantly, you stood and put on a long sleeve athletic shirt and leggings and pulled your hair into a ponytail. Your arm was still sore, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. You made your way down to the gym in the tower to see Bucky standing, waiting for you. He smiled at you as a good morning and you walked over to him, doing a few warm ups before the two of you got started.

The two of you were sparing today, and the two of you were a sweating mess. You were taking a break, bringing a towel to your face and reaching for your water bottle. Bucky looked at you and asked you, “Why are you wearing long sleeves? You must be dying.”

You nearly choked on your water but played it off and shrugged your shoulders. “I dunno. Sometimes I run cold.”

He looked you up and down. He personally was overheating in his tank top and shorts, he couldn’t imagine how you were feeling right now. “Yeah, okay. Seriously, what’s up with it?”

You tried to look as innocent as you could and shrugged again. “Personal preference I guess.” He opened his mouth to ask another question, but before he could you stood and said “We should get back to it.”

After a moment he reluctantly said “Alright.” He was still unconvinced and curious. But he’d have to wait until later to learn more. The two of you moved back to the mat and began sparring again, him throwing most of the punches and you blocking. You were distracted though, and Bucky took advantage of that and grabbed your arm and turned around, flipping you over his shoulder.

You landed on your left side, crushing your arm in the process and couldn’t help the cry of pain that escaped your mouth. Immediately Bucky came over to you, and you grabbed your arm in pain as your cuts were reopened. Thank God your shirt was black and it wouldn’t show.

“Hey, what's wrong? Shit I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You tried to breathe through the pain and shook your head. “Not your fault. I just landed on my arm wrong, no big deal.”

Bucky bought it at first, but then he realized that you were rubbing your upper arm. If it had something to do with the fall it was much more likely to be your shoulder, elbow, or wrist. But you were rubbing your bicep.

Swallowing, he asked “Y/n what’s really wrong?”

You looked at him, panic growing inside you but you tried your best not to let it show. You let out a nervous laugh that you hoped he didn’t pick up on and asked “What do you mean?”

“I mean what’s going on with you? What happened to your arm?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know what you mean. I just landed on it wrong, it’s fine.”

“Y/n -”

“BUCK IT’S FINE.” you yelled, surprising both of you. You were never the type to get angry, and Bucky had never heard you so much as get frustrated before. You never allowed yourself to be around others. You began to panic more, and stood up, but what you didn’t realize was that blood had seeped through your shirt and onto your hand.

But Bucky did

His eyes widened and he stood up with you, grabbing your right wrist and inspecting your hand. Your eyes widened too and you tried to wrestle your hand from his grasp but it was no use. You wanted to make yourself invisible right now but that would do nothing about him having you in his grasp.

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”

You sighed. “It’s nothing, really -”

“When did this even happen? You haven’t been on a mission in almost a week and you didn’t get injured. What happened?”

Tears were pricking your eyes and you said quietly, “Please just drop it.”

He shook his head and said “I can’t do that. Come on, let’s go down to medical.” He moved to walk towards the door but you stopped him yelling “NO. Please, no it’s fine I’m fine… It’s not a big deal Buck.”

Confused and concerned, he stepped closer to you and looked you in the eyes. You shifted nervously and looked away. “Y/n look at me.” When you met his gaze again he could see the tears building in your eyes. Slowly, he asked “What happened?”

You shook your head, feeling trapped. You didn’t want him to know, but you didn’t know what to say. “Buck, I… I can’t…” you said looking away again. Swallowing, Bucky said “Let’s go back to your room, where it’s more private.”

You, knowing it was worthless to protest, nodded your head and started walking to the door. He had finally let go of your hand and you crossed your arms, hiding your hands in case anyone else was around the compound.

You and Buck made it back to your room and Bucky closed the door behind him, leaning up against it. You sat on your bed, arms still crossed and eyes downcast, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

Gently, Bucky asked “Please tell me what’s going on y/n.”

You shook your head, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. It won’t make any sense.”

He crossed his arms and said “Try me.”

“Why do you even care? No one else does.”

A bit taken aback, Bucky furrowed his eyebrows together. “What do you mean no one cares? Everyone Here loves you and cares about you. And I’m your friend, y/n. You listen to me whenever I need someone, I just want to do the same for you.”

You covered your face with your hands, resting your elbows on your knees. Tears began trailing down your face. “I don’t even know where to start,” you blurted out. You didn’t want to hold it down anymore, and even if you did, you didn’t think Bucky was going to let you. Sitting back up, you clasped your hands together, staring at the wall. You shook your head. “I’m a fucking train wreck. Always have been. No one cared so I learned to hide it away, I didn’t tell anyone. Something bout attention.” you let out a bitter laugh. “I learned how to deal with it on my own so I never tried to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to bother you guys.”

Bucky remained silent, listening attentively. He was getting a horrible feeling in his stomach as he realized why you were bleeding. Clearing his throat, he hesitantly asked, “And how do you deal with it?”, knowing the answer already.

Taking a deep breath, you stood up. Bucky was confused as to what you were doing, but then you pulled your shirt over your head and dropped it on the ground. Bucky couldn’t help the widening of his eyes or the sharp intake of breath at what he saw. Your entire torso and both arms were almost completely covered with scars. Old and new, deep and shallow. But the ones that concerned him the most were the ones from last night.

They were deep, and probably needed stitches. But it was too late for that. He stepped closer to you, trying to get a closer look. He was speechless, and the color was draining from his face as he looked closer. “Y/n…”

“I’m sorry.” you choked out, sobs beginning to overtake your body. “Fuck…” you muttered, trying to turn away to hide. You suddenly felt like the room was much too small, and you did not want to appear weaker than you already did right now.

Bucky pulled you into him, despite your resistance. You tensed up and tried to push away, but Bucky kept a tight hold on you though, and eventually you gave in, melting into his hold and crying harder. It was no use trying to stop it. You were overwhelmed, you felt out of control, and you wanted nothing more than to run away and get some control back.

You kept sputtering apologies but Bucky kept shushing you, not having any of it. In his eyes you had nothing to be sorry for, he was worried, but he had no idea it would be this bad. He wanted to help you but he felt like he was in way over his head. All he knew was that right now you needed someone to lean on.

You were trying to get a handle on your emotions, but the more you tried it seemed to just get worse. Your breathing was getting shallower and your heart rate was getting faster. You felt trapped and you just wanted him to leave so you could take care of it.

Bucky had picked up on this and held you a little tighter, as tightly as he could without hurting you. “Breath doll. I got you, you’re safe.” He deepened his own breathing and rubbed your back, trying to get you to match his. “Bucky please, just...fuck I… I just need to…” you brought one of your hands to your sides, digging your nails into your skin trying to get some relief.

He hushed you again, pulling away your hand despite your whimpering. “I know you feel like you do, but you don’t need it. Let me help you y/n. Just try to breathe with me.”

You buried your face in his chest, feeling helpless in the situation. You needed to feel better but the only way you knew how was through hurting yourself. Which Bucky wasn’t making an option. You closed your eyes and balled your hands into fists against his chest, trying to focus on your inhaling and exhaling. You tried to slow it down, dragging out each breath like Bucky was. It took a long time, but eventually your panic fell and only your tears remained.

Now that you felt a little more in control, shame and embarrassment at what had just happened began to overtake you. How could you be so pathetic as to crack like this? You suddenly felt extremely exposed and vulnerable, and you wanted to hide away. Go back to the way it was. You tried to wrestle yourself out of his tight hold, but it was no use.

Bucky still held you tightly, afraid you would start again if he let go. “I’m sorry y/n. That I didn’t notice, tht I didn’t say anything when I did, and that no one else did. Those people in your past were wrong. You deserve so much more than this. You’re not a mistake y/n. I may not fully understand y/n, but I want to.”

You shook your head. “I shouldn’t have pulled you into this. You don’t deserve this on top of everything you went through. I - there’s no escaping this, and I’ve accepted that.” You looked back up to meet his eyes. “You don’t deserve to watch me unravel. Just… try to forget this.”

Bucky’s heart broke a little bit more for you. That you didn’t want help because you didn’t want to hurt anyone. That you truly believed that you were a burden. The hopelessness and the casualty of how you said that there was no escaping this...it scared him. Still, he tried not to show this and shook his head. Pulling You back into his arms.

“You know I can’t do that y/n, even if I wanted to. You don;t have to do this alone. You don’t have to hide from me, you can’t taint me. You are not and never could be a burden to me or anyone on this team. I know this helps and you feel like it’s the only thing that will, but you can’t keep doing this to yourself.” He felt tears pricking his eyes. “I can’t stand the idea of you hurting yourself. You’ve been hurting for long enough. Let me help you, please.”

You sighed, closing your eyes and shaking your head slightly. “I want to, I want to so bad,” you whispered. “How can you help me?”

Bucky tried to piece together a few ideas that would help you while not invading your privacy either. “Well, I’m always here to talk to. You know I’m up at all hours of the day y/n. I’m just a few doors down. I would like to take what you’re using but I understand if it’s too soon for that. Just please, tell me before you do this. And if you can’t, just...find me after.”

You pondered for a few moments before you asked, “Are you going to tell anyone?”

Bukcy sighed a little. “I won’t tell anyone you don’t want me to. But…” he started, speaking gently so as not to freak you out with his request, “I think we need to tell Bruce.”

You tensed and shook your head, and Bucky continued “Y/n some of these are really bad. You should have gotten stitches. They could get infected and make things a whole lot worse than they are now.” You had started crying again, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it.

After a few moments of silence, Bucky asked “Do you trust me?”

You nodded your head slowly.

Bucky let out a small breath of relief. “Can I bring you down to medical?”

You weighed your options a little, coming to the conclusion that maybe this was best. “Will you stay with me?”

“Whatever you need y/n”

You took a moment before nodding again. Bucky smiled a little before saying “We all care about you y/n. Always will.”

“Thank you,” you said softly.

“Anytime,” he said, giving you a small squeeze before releasing his grip on you. You immediately grabbed your shirt and pulled it back on, crossing your arms over your chest as you met his gaze again. He gave you a soft smile which you returned shyly. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Because I’m your friend. And you would do the same for me.” he replied.

You looked down and nodded a little. After a few moments Bucky asked “You ready to go?”

You bit your lip nervously. “Yeah. yeah I think so.”

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movie night

pairing: todoroki x f!reader

warning: strong language probably. possible anime/manga spoilers! grammar mistakes :( I suck at writing

summary: It’s not that Y/n didn’t want friends, it’s just people always found her intimidating

a/n: this is completely self-indulgent lol sorry about that, so like yeah I’m gonna be saying y/n, but also i am deriving her personality, attitude, looks from a character that I’ve sort of made up in my head haha. also idk if this is like a headcanon, imagine, or like a scenaro....so sorry. And like, sort of a side note, I love making main characters that are like sorta op so y/n’s quirk and story is sorta insane, but you guys dont really have to worry about it too much because its not really in this so....yeah, i guess its just some context. I wrote this while listening to a playlist I made, titled, “ur a badass hero with class 1-a” on spotify so if ppl wanna hear it, I will post a link to it lol. OH and class 1-a are in their second year! That’s a lot, sorry! But, I hope you enjoy!

y/n’s quirk (if ur curious): controlling the 4 elements (aang from the last airbender vibe lmao); but she also got a companion named koda (think of Moro-no-kimi from Princess Mononoke for the look)

Y/n was never good at making friends. It’s not like she didn’t try, because she did. When she was a little kid, living on Catalina Island, she made a lot of attempts to make friends with fellow children in her pre-school and middle school. It just seemed that they wanted nothing to do with her, talking bad about her behind her back or acting as if she just didn’t exist.

It started to get exhausting for Y/n to keep trying and ending up always failing. So, when enrolling in the top hero school, UA, Y/n thought that maybe, just maybe, things would be different.

Nonetheless, it’s not like she had absolutely no one. She had Koda! Her best friend in the whole wide world, well her only friend, which was her pet wolf. However, Koda doesn’t like being called a “pet”, let’s stick with her companion. They are quite the inseparable duo.

Y/n looked down at Koda from her desk who was lulling herself to sleep on the floor as Present Mic was teaching an English lesson. Y/n wished she too can sleep at this moment, “It wouldn’t hurt if I just closed my eyes for just a couple minutes.” Y/n thought. Oh, she was wrong though.

“Alright! We are going take a short break since we need to get our new textbooks,” Present Mic’s voice rang through her ears with all his elongation and passion, “Y/n and Todoroki! What about you two go get the books from the library!” Y/n would have jolted at the mention of her face, but she was honestly too tired to do so.

She nodded her head, got up from her desk, and looked at Koda if he was going to follow her. Of course, he perked up at the mention of her name and was going with her. A small smile was now on Y/n’s lips. Y/n was glad that she knew she can depend on Koda, always in her corner.

As she pushed her chair away from her desk, getting up and walking towards the door, she didn’t realize that most of the class was either looking at her or the half and half boy, for he had to endure the trip with the enigma that is Y/n.

The class just doesn’t know Y/n that well. She was one of the new students this year, along with Shinso. However, they at least knew of Shinso from last year. Y/n was a brand-spanking new addition to the class. Not to mention, her introduction to the class was nothing short of intimidating.

Aizawa knew Y/n had a lot of strengths. In fact, he used her skills as a type of learning lesson for the class. Not to mention, he completely singled her out during the “lesson” as he instructed the class that Y/n will have a bell that is tied around her belt. All they had to do was get the bell. Y/n, being the competitive person she was, didn’t back down at this challenge. Safe to say, no one was able to get the bell that day.

Y/n sighed at the memory. “Maybe, if you had some chill, you would be able to get a friend, Y/n” a voice in her head said, causing Y/n’s shoulders to shrink and her hands to be stuffed into her pockets. (Yes, she has pockets with her uniform. Yes, she’s still wearing the school uniform skirt. She sowed pockets into them for this very habit.)

“Uh, hey wait up.” a deeper voice called, already identifying who it is.

Y/n turned to right, looking at Koda for a brief second. From far away, one would think he was just grimacing, but as Y/n was closer, she can see he was very close to full-on growling at the sound of his voice.

Koda doesn’t really like Todoroki and Y/n always found it funny. Koda found everyone else real entertaining. As much as Koda was a wolf, he really was a people’s person. If Y/n didn’t know any better, it seemed Koda had a better relationship with her classmates than she actually did.

Y/n adopted a tired smile as she reacted to Koda’s growling at Shoto. She then looked behind her, seeing Todoroki jog lightly towards her. Her small smile soon faded away.

“Even if you try again to be a friend, you know that people will always end up fearing you.” Y/n honestly wanted to bang her head against a wall because this annoying voice was truly the bane of her existence.

Y/n stopped in her tracks. Koda made eye-contact with her, almost telepathically asking her, “Why are you stopping for him?!”.

“I may be aloof, but I have to at least be polite.” Y/n told her wolf companion. Koda only let out a breathe of frustration as he also stopped as well.

Todoroki soon caught up to the duo and was on Y/n’s left side. And the three began their trek to the school library.

There was some silence.

For Todoroki, it was so awkward. “Why don’t you say something to her?” he asks himself, “Or are you going to let another opportunity slip?”

You see, Shoto Todoroki admired Y/n. She was incredibly skilled with her quirk. She was confident, but not arrogant. She was an innovator, while still accepting old principles. She was naturally smart, but always open to learning. To him, she was so balanced. He couldn’t help himself as the admiration started to soon feel like a crush on the dark haired girl.

For Y/n, she didn’t think anything of the silence. In fact, she was grateful for the silence. More silence, means less time for talking. Less chance of Y/n making a fool out of herself.

“You seem more tired than usual. Trained a lot yesterday, I presume?” And Todoroki broke the silence that Y/n was trying to insist.

“Yeah, trying out a new technique with my water.”

Y/n was surprised.

She really could have been more blunt with her answer.

Theoretically, all she really had to respond with was a “yeah”, but she decided to add that last part.

Why? Why did she feel inclined to go into more detail? Now, Y/n was confused.

“That’s cool.” Todoroki wanted to hit himself in the head. “That’s all you got to say? What a conversation this is” Shoto mentally sighs. He feels like his heart is going to burst at how fast its going.

“I’m actually trying to freeze it, but that turns out to be harder than expected,” Y/n almost slapped her hand on her mouth.

Why is she going into more detail? This doesn’t make sense. She’s been quite blunt lately when people try to talk to her, so what gives?

Is it Todoroki, himself? “Maybe he put a spell on me or something.” Y/n didn’t think the “icy-hot bastard” would dabble in witchcraft, but things were just not adding up in Y/n’s mind. All these thoughts woke Y/n right up, ridding herself of her tiredness.

As for Todoroki, his mind was going into overdrive. “She’s having trouble with freezing water? She must know that this is my specialty. Is this her way of spending time with me? Does this mean the feelings I have for her are mutual? Perhaps, we can train together and I can help her with freezing.” The mere thought of spending time with Y/n outside of class made his cheeks warm up.

He was an absolute love-struck fool for Y/n.

“Oh, we’re here.” Y/n stated the obvious as they stand in front of the school’s library, halting Shoto’s mental mumbling, which almost resembled one of Midoryia’s ever-present babbling.

Shoto Todoroki immediately shot his arm forward to open the door for Y/n, but Y/n was thinking the same thing and they reached for the same handle.

Their hands touch.

And Todoroki thinks he can die happy now. Y/n’s hand is so soft. Much to his dismay, Y/n immediately drew her hand back as if his hand was scalding hot water.

Y/n mumbled a quick “sorry” and places her hand on the other handle as there are two doors to the library, she opens it and immediately walks through it as Koda follows in tow. Koda dawns an absolute confused look as he didn’t know what the hell that interaction was about.

The actual task of getting the books aren’t that hard. In fact, it was an easy and quick task.

So, why is this causing Y/n’s mind and heart feeling like they are overheating.

As they walk back to the classroom with stacks of textbooks, Y/n thought, “Okay, there’s no way in hell that he will try to talk to me again, especially after that awkward incident. Now, let’s breakdown why the actual hell you acted that way, Y/n.” She mentally scolded herself like she was a child.

Todoroki, as always, had a different plan and decided to continue the conversation, “You know, if you need help with freezing water, I can always help you since that is part of my quirk.”

Y/n has officially short-circuited.

He is voluntarily asking? Voluntarily. Asking?

Asking if Y/n wanted to train together?

This has never happened before, and she doesn’t know how to respond. “I would like that. I typically train in the morning and sometimes after school” is what Y/n felt like saying. It is as if her mind and mouth were working against each other.

However, Y/n’s thoughts were cut short as she heard the chatter of some of her fellow classmates. They three of them were very close to their classroom as their door to the room was wide open.

“Hey guys, if we’re having a movie night tonight, do you think we should invite Y/n?”

It was Midoryia who asked the question. Y/n, Shoto, and Koda stopped dead in their tracks at the mention of her name. Shoto and Koda looked at Y/n with a worried expression. For her own good, she probably shouldn’t be listening, but she couldn’t help but be curious of her classmates’ plan in regards to her.

“It’s not that we don’t want her there. It’s just that, who is up for asking her?”

Silence. No one responded to the question.

Koda notices how Y/n’s grip on the textbooks tightened. Shoto noticed how your head was now titled downward, hiding your face.

“She’s just so intimidating. And not to mention that training exercise we did when we first met her. She’s sort of scary, to be honest.”

“Scary. You’re scary, Y/n. Terrifying.” She couldn’t help but repeat her classmates’ thought of her. She was just torturing herself at this point. No point in dwelling on first impressions, but as this is affecting her current relationship, or lack thereof, with her classmates, she couldn’t help it.

“Y/n-” Todoroki tries to interject before Y/n gets the wrong idea.

But, it’s too late.

“No, it’s fine. Thanks for the offer though, Todoroki.” Y/n’s words were slow. As much as her brain was going a million miles per hour, her mouth was evidently slower as her breathing was heavier.

She wanted to disappear, or at least get swallowed by the ground. She kept her head down as she strode into the classroom. Her classmates being oblivious to Y/n’s knowledge of what they truly think of her, paying no attention to her.

Shoto was basically frozen in place, next to the door, but he gained composure and walked in the class as well, a couple seconds after. Y/n quickly placed her books on the front desk where Present Mic sat behind of, she sat back in her seat that was in the back of the class.

Y/n watched how Shoto was still standing in front of the classroom as he was stopped by his classmates. Now, they were just chatting, probably talking about the upcoming movie night.

Y/n felt jealousy bubble up inside her. She wished she can chat like how Shoto was effortlessly talking away to his classmates. Or how Midoryia stopped him with such ease to talk about a social event.

Y/n yearned for some friendly interaction. That’s what she wanted when coming to UA.

She wanted to be normal. As normal as she could be. A normal teenager.

“Things don’t always go according to plan, huh?” Y/n pouted and placed her head on her desk and just waited patiently till the school day was over.

Koda worriedly looked at Y/n. “She’s going to want to train after this. And I bet she’s going to push herself harder because of today.” Koda knew Y/n very well. Knew her like the back of his hand, well, paw.

And, Koda was right. Y/n was in gym gamma, completely exhausted. Sweat covered her body as her muscles were screaming at her take a break. Her labored breathe continued as her body was trying its best to keep up.

Y/n was frustrated. “Why? Why am I like this?” she kept repeating like a mantra.

“I want to be normal. Why can’t I be like them?”

“Why?”

“You’re a monster. It’s actually quite simple.”

Y/n threw a punch with her fist encased in water, and it wasn’t until after that punch was thrown, she realized that there was now an evident hole in the thick, solid concrete wall.

Y/n fell to her knees. Koda hurriedly made his way to her, making sure she didn’t do anything too stupid. Once Koda was close, she was doing something unexpected.

She was crying.

Hot streams, cascading down her face. She started to hiccup, her breathing erratic. “A-am I scary to you, Koda?” her voice was so small.

Koda nudged his way in between her legs and nestled his head into her neck. Y/n, full on sobbing now, wraps her arms around Koda and her cries are muffled by his fur. Wailing and self-deprecating questions can be faintly heard from her if anyone were to enter the gym.

A couple minutes passed. Y/n’a breathing returned to a calm rhythm.

“Thanks, Koda. I needed that,” Y/n sniffles, “C’mon let’s go make dinner, I’ll whip you up something special for putting up with me today.” Koda’s tail immediately began to wag at the thought of Y/n’s cooking.

Y/n was an independent person. She likes doing things on her own as much as can. She doesn’t eat the food from the school cafeteria, instead, she opts for making her and Koda’s meals from the kitchen that is provided to them in their dormitory. And indeed, she made a delicious dinner for both of them.

Now, the hard part. Because of how long her training took, showering, and making dinner, Y/n knew that her classmates were in the common space already, probably preparing to have their movie night. And, she had to pass them. It was a short distance, short walk, Y/n was trying to reassure herself. Just walk straight towards to the elevator and you’re safe.

Y/n takes a deep breathe and walks out of the kitchen. The chatter of her classmates emerges to her ears, but as she walks towards the elevator, the chatter dies down.

“Oh no.” Y/n’s eyes widened in fear. “Way to go on ruining the mood, Y/n.”

Thankfully, the elevator was quick and the doors slide open, making an easy escape for Y/n and Koda. She let out a breathe she didn’t even realize she was holding in as the doors slid shut. Y/n looks at Koda, who was already looking at her, “It’s better this way, anyway” Y/n didn’t know if she was telling Koda that, or herself.

On the other side of the elevator’s doors, her classmates collectively let out a sigh, “Well that was another chance we wasted.” Kaminari was the first to break the awkward silence.

“Tch. Like any of you have the guts to actually ask her.” Bakugo chimed in.

“Oh please, Bakugo, I know she intimidates you, too.” Mina fired back.

“Whatever.”

“She heard you guys.” Todoroki suddenly talked. Everyone casted their attention to him, “Earlier today, I mean. She heard you guys when you were talking about inviting her to movie night.”

The once light-hearted atmosphere in the room was now tilted with guilt.

“She heard all that?” Midoryia incredulously asked, only imagining what you would be feeling because of their words.

“She must feel terrible.” Ochaco openly voiced her thoughts.

“She probably hates us.” Kirishima adds in.

“She means well, I promise. I think we just need to give her a chance.” Todoroki tries to reason with his classmates.

“First, we need to apologize.” Midoryia proposes as he looks among his classmates. His classmates collectively nod their heads in agreement

“You’re right. Well, good luck Midoryia.” Kaminari pats his back as encouragement. Everyone else either gives an encouraging smile or a thumbs up.

“Ha?! What?! You guys already decided that I’m going to be the one to apologize?” Izuku was flailing his arm around and was checking everyone else’s reaction.

“Well, yes. It’s your idea and you are one of the most apologetic people here.” Iida explained to an overthinking Midoryia.

After regaining composure, he realized that this was probably the best option, “Okay, I’ll, I’ll go now.”

Midoryia makes his way to Y/n’s dorm room. He was nervous. He only had very limited interactions with Y/n. So, he really didn’t know what to expect. Before he knew it, he was before your door.

On the other side, Y/n was chowing down on her food. She took a swig of her water, “So, how’s the food? I tried a new technique on roasting the veggies.” Y/n babbled on for a bit, but she realized that Koda’s plate was hardly touched. Her gaze landed on Koda who was sitting on her bed with a very obvious frown, staring at the door. Y/n immediately knew why.

“Hey, if you wanna go hangout with them, I can push the buttons on the elevator for you-”

Koda was irritated at how difficult Y/n was being, she can just ask them if she can join. It was simple. Koda used his mouth to latch on to Y/n’s sleeve and started to drag her to her dorm’s door.

“H-hey Koda! Not cool, man! You know, I can’t go down there.” Y/n tugs her sleeve away from Koda.

Koda turned to his last resort. He did his signature pout.

“Oh, please. You know that stopped working on me awhile ago. Besides, we can have our own movie night, right?” Y/n tried to reason, but her reasoning just felt sad.

Before Y/n could step away from her dorm’s door, she heard a knock. The two quickly tuned their heads at the door as if something miraculous just happened.

Y/n took one step toward the door.

“It’s Midoryia.” Koda began to wag his tail, “don’t get your hopes up too quickly.”

Y/n opened the door only a slit for her head to poke out, “Oh, hi Midoryia. Is something wrong?” she asks.

“U-um, no nothings wrong.” he responds as nerves start to take over and he doesn’t continue on.

“Okay.” With that, Y/n closed her door. Koda wanted to scratch his eyes out. This was her chance! For someone who was the top student in her class, she was so stupid. “He didn’t want anything. Sorry to disappoint, Koda-” another knock interrupted her.

She looked at the door, “It’s still Midoryia.” Koda rolled his eyes.

Y/n went to to open the door, again, only opening a bit, “Yes, Midoryia? You sure something isn’t wrong?”

“Uh, well I was wondering if we can talk for a bit.”

“Oh, yeah sure.” Y/n stepped out of her door, and shutting it.

However, Koda was right on her trail, but was shut out by the now closed door. He pouts at the door. And how holds his ear to the door, interested in the conversation that has yet to come.

“So, what’s up?” Y/n asked the green-haired boy.

“I, we, as a class, wanted to apologize for our words today.” Midoryia spoke in a remorseful and quiet tone.

Y/n was taken back. “So, they know that I heard what they were saying? Must have been Todoroki’s doing.”

“Look, it’s fine. I know I’m intimidating-“

“But it’s not fine. We shouldn’t have treated or talked about you that way.”

Y/n was stunned at his words. He took that as a sign to continue, “and we were hoping, if you’d be okay if we start over and become friends.”

Y/n remained cautious with her walls, “You know, friendship isn’t really a perquisite for this course.”

“Of course, I know that. We all do, but it doesn’t hurt to have them, right?”

Y/n felt like tearing up. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to put her trust in that last statement of his.

“I’ll be be down in 5 minutes,” Y/n stated rather blandly, but it didn’t matter to Midoryia.

“Great! See ya!” He waved and started to head back to the elevator, before he pressed the button, Y/n called him once more,

“Midoryia?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” and nods his head. He couldn’t be more thrilled that this will all work out.

As for Y/n, she opened her door to her dorm, and closing it as she stepped inside.

As soon as she was in the comfort of her own room, she broke into her happy dance. Her fists clenched, eyes shut, shoulders scrunched, jumping in the air, squeals make their way pass her lips, with the biggest smile on her face

Koda felt a wave of relief of wash over him. He was glad that she was finally experiencing acceptance.

After the moment passes, Y/n sighs and looks at Koda, ruffling his fur on the top of his head.

“Well, shall we?” Y/n said in an extravagant manner as she opened her door and bowed.

Koda, playing along, held his head high and strutted out. Y/n let out a light-hearted laugh and they made their way down, together.

Once Y/n actually made it to the common room, all of her classmates were looking at her, stopping their conversations as well. The confidence that Y/n help was long gone, feeling now awkward yet again.

However, the silence didn’t last too long as the class enveloped her in boisterous apologies, hugs, and pats on the back.

To say Y/n was overwhelmed was understatement. She had never been around these many people, giving attention towards her. It was new territory she had yet to cross.

“Guys, you should probably let her breathe.”

That was Todoroki. Y/n pried her eyes away from Mina who was asking what conditioner she uses, and looked at Shoto. Y/n mouthed a “thank you” and he simply nodded.

The class went back to their seats, muttering apologies again for getting in her personal space.

Now, Y/n faced yet another problem:

Where is she going to sit?!

She kept standing where she stood for a good couple seconds, scanning the area for any good spots.

However, there was actually only one spot open. And, it just happen to be next to Todoroki.

Y/n mentally prepared herself and started her path towards him. Of course, Shoto knew this. He was the one who made sure he saved a seat right next to him just for this occasion.

But things don’t always go according to plan, right?

Rightly so, right before Y/n could take the unaccompanied seat, Denki was coming back from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn, plopping right down on the seat.

“Oh, hey Y/n! I’m glad you made it! You want some popcorn?”

“No, I’m good, thanks though.” Y/n was able to play it off as she chose to sit on the floor in front of the couch, which coincidentally was in front of the seat that Shoto resided.

Shoto was irritated. He wanted you to sit next to him. For crying out loud, that was the whole reason he had this seat open in the first place. All he does is sigh, catching Y/n’s attention.

Y/n turns back to Todoroki, sending a small smile his way, but then turning back to the screen as her fellow classmates were arguing on what to watch.

Y/n put her hand to her chest. This is weird. Why is her heart rate so high? She’s not usually like this. Maybe Todoroki did cast a spell on her.

Y/n couldn’t think about it too much as the movie began playing.

#bnha shoto #todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki x reader #midoriya izuku #mha x you #mha x reader #shoto todoroki x y/n #mha angst #bnha imagines

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narutoblog · 3 years

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after a long day.. {iruka x reader}

Prompt: “I can’t wait to be your number one, just wanna be the one that makes you smile..” -some song lyrics I heard on my spotify the other day

Content/warnings: iruka fluff; some curse words, makeout sesh

a/n: honestly the first ever imagine/headcanon i’ve done, but it was fun! feel free to leave feedback & lmk if you’d be interested in part 2 or other characters

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You let out a deep sigh. It had been a long day at the Ninja Academy; your students were unusually wild today and you had had to break up at least five fights as opposed to the usual one or two during free time. You had stayed late to fill out the report incident paperwork for all of the fights and by the time you were done, you were convinced your hand would be stuck in the pencil grip claw forever. You walked past the academy gates and decided that you had earned yourself a special meal, so you slowly trudged towards your favorite ramen restaurant. The setting sun painted a reddish glaze over the village as the streets began to fill with the bustling evening crowd. Parents held their children’s hands as they walked around the night market, couples blushed as they met for their dinner dates, groups of jonin laughed as they shared stories about their genin teams over drinks. You walked with a faint smile, focused on enjoying the warm energy reverberating from your village rather than the mental and physical fatigue rolling off your body.

“Yo.” You stopped at voice directly behind you. Turning, you saw Kakashi peering over his orange book, his right eye trained on your face with a hint of curiosity.

“Oh, hi Kakashi,” you said, trying to give him a more energetic smile.

“Hmmm,” Kakashi closed his book with one hand and rested it against his hip as he leaned his face closer to yours, examining your forced expression.

“wha- what are you doing?” you exclaimed, hands raised in front of you. You leaned back and cursed in your mind as you felt your cheeks redden from the sudden closeness. Kakashi pulled his face away and began walking down the street past you. You turned to see where he was going, your head still foggy from a mix of tiredness and confusion.

“Come on, hurry up,” he said, waving one hand in a gesture to follow him. You tried to shake your head clear and jogged after him to catch up to his strides. You opened your mouth to ask what was happening, but a loud gurgle from your stomach interrupted your thoughts. Your face deepened yet another shade of red as you peered up at Kakashi at the corner of your eye, hoping that he had somehow not heard your stomach’s urgent appeal. Seeing that his nose was buried between the pages of his book, you rolled your eyes and gave a short laugh.

You walked alongside Kakashi towards your destination, which you quickly realized was the BBQ place near the end of the road. You relaxed slightly with your realization and resumed basking in the warmth of your village. Kakashi walked next to you in silence, his gaze switching between his book and your smile as the two of you walked towards the restaurant. When you neared the restaurant entrance, you saw a whole crew of friends waiting outside the door. Asuma was lighting a cigarette next to Genma, as Kurenai stood on his other side talking to Guy, who was enthusiastically boasting about his team’s recent success at the chunin exams. Iruka stood next to Guy and Kurenai, chuckling at Guy’s antics with one hand behind his head. Your smile widened as you saw your friends, and you felt your tiredness slowly fading away.

As you and Kakashi walked up to them, Kakashi waved at everyone with his trademark, “Yo.” Guy was the first to greet him and gave him a hard pat on his back as a hearty welcome for his rival. Meanwhile, Kurenai gave you a warm smile and Asuma gave you a slight nod. Iruka gave you an understanding look. “Long day, right?” he said.

It felt as if those three words of understanding had sapped your fatigue away. You sighed out the last of your tension and said “yeah, that’s for sure. the kids… I don’t know what got into them today.”

Iruka smiled. “They have those days. Naruto and the others used to be like that too, and I didn’t know how to handle it. But you did really well, much better than me, haha”

You gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you Iruka. I appreciate it.” Iruka held your gaze for a moment before looking away, a slight blush lingering over his cheeks.

“y-yeah of course, no problem” he stammered with a sheepish grin.

“Oi, you two about done? The table’s ready!” Genma called out. You blinked and looked around to realize that you and Iruka were the only ones left standing at the door.

“Coming!” you called back, as you and Iruka shuffled inside to your table.

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The group dinner roared with laughter as everyone filled up on the delicious food and drinks. Asuma handled the grill and chatted with Kurenai, while Guy challenged Kakashi to a drinking contest (Genma claimed he had kept score, but you were unconvinced) that had them both delirious by the end of the night. You and Iruka were seated at the end of the table as you two had come in slightly late, and you shared funny stories from the academy back and forth. You had declined drinks for the evening since your body was already fatigued from work stress, and Iruka joined you in not drinking so you would feel less alone, even though you insisted you’d be fine. The two of you occasionally clinked your water glasses together and laughed, trying to “keep up” with the others and their sake. Though you were far enough from the grill to feel overheated by it, you could feel a blush dusting your face as you talked with Iruka throughout the evening.

The dinner ended and everyone slowly said their goodbyes outside the restaurant. Genma insisted that he take care of Guy and Kakashi, and after watching him steady them in their stumble back to their apartments, Asuma sighed said he and Kurenai were off as well. Asuma and Kurenai turned to leave with a wave, and you had a moment of déjà vu as you realized it was just you and Iruka were standing outside the restaurant again.

You turned to face Iruka. “well, I better get going too. I have to-“

“I- I’ll walk you home!” Iruka blurted, eyes staring intently into yours. Your thoughts halted to a stop for a second, trying to process what he had said so urgently, as your heart sped up under his gaze. Calm down, he’s just being nice, you thought, trying to get a hold of yourself.

You took a breath in and smiled, desperately hoping he wouldn’t notice how flustered you were. “Are you sure? Isn’t it out of the way for you?” you asked.

“it’s not inconvenient at all! I- I want to make sure you get home safely..” he trailed off as your eyes widened. “you know, for- for the kids! I want to make sure their favorite sensei is okay, haha..” he quickly stammered and laughed, one hand behind his head.

Your heart continued racing as you smirked and stifled a laugh. Iruka stared with anticipation, waiting. “Favorite sensei huh? What does that make you?” You asked teasingly as you started walking down the road towards your apartment.

Iruka smiled and caught upto you quickly, his posture relaxing as he fell into step next to you. “Well, I think I would be their second favorite, don’t you think?” he suggested, arm brushing yours.

You put your finger to your chin as if in deep thought, then looked up at him. “Hmm, I think you just might be right, Iruka-kun,” you replied. Iruka stumbled in his steps as he looked at you with wide eyes and a deep blush across his face. You had never called him Iruka-kun before. Seeing his reaction, you quickly looked away and bit your lip. damn, was that too much? oh jeez..

You and Iruka walked the rest of the block in silence, as you both continued to glance at each other then look away in embarrassment. You tried desperately to rack your brain with ideas for casual conversation, but came up empty. Your thoughts were too scattered in worry to focus on any topic besides Iruka’s reaction. Oh no I definitely freaked him out! should I just take it back? what should I say?

After a few minutes of excruciating quiet, you arrived at your apartment door. You sighed, letting out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Looking at the ground, you said “thank you for walking me home, Iruka,” making sure you corrected yourself from last time. You heard Iruka step closer, until you could see his feet directly in front of yours. You looked up and gasped when you found Iruka’s face centimeters away from yours. “I-Iruka?” you whispered. His warm brown eyes bore into yours with an intensity you hadn’t seen from him before. Your heart forgot all rhythm and you hoped that he couldn’t hear the loud thumping in your chest by standing this close. He brought a hand to your jaw, delicately tracing it until his fingers reached your chin. He tilted your head up slightly, lining up your faces completely. His gaze lowered to your lips, then back to your eyes.

“Call me Iruka-kun,” he whispered. You trembled under his slight touch, lips slightly open in anticipation. Your eyes widened as you heard his words, and you felt relief wash over you along with his gaze. Oh, so he liked it after all.. Regaining a little confidence from that realization, you grinned slightly. You took his hand on your chin and placed it against your cheek, leaning into his touch. You watched with a satisfied grin as his breath hitched, his eyes trailing to your cheek then back into your eyes.

“Thank you Iruka-kun,” you whispered, your hand still holding his. Iruka closed his eyes, relishing in the sound of his name on your lips, and slowly lowered his forehead onto yours.

“Please..” he whispered, and you shuddered as you felt his breath wash down your neck. “y/n.. can I kiss you?”

“yes” you breathed back, your eyes closing automatically. You could feel him hold his breath as he nudged your nose slightly with his. Your inner thoughts were racing as fast as your heart, and all you could hear was Iruka’s shallow breathing and the blood pumping in your ears. Iruka gently placed his lips on yours, closing the awful gap that was between you. Everything washed away. You lost track of your beating heart and the ground beneath your feet, there was nothing but Iruka and his lips gently molding and exploring with yours. You parted your lips slightly to run your tongue against his bottom lip, and he gasped slightly as he took another step forward, closing the space between your bodies until your chest was right up against his green flak jacket. His hand roamed to the back of your head and his other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly against him. Heat spread from your cheeks to the rest of your body as you traced your hands up his strong arms until they rested at both sides of his face. You ran your tongue against his lips again, and he parted them in response, his tongue twirling against yours. You held in a moan as you felt the kiss deepen, and you could feel your heat pooling between your legs. god, if we don’t stop soon, I-

A loud crash followed by a cat mewling rang from your neighbor’s apartment, and you and Iruka jumped and separated quickly. You stood with your left hand over your kunai pouch, still breathing heavily from the kiss. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Iruka was in the same state. After a few minutes, the commotion died back down into silence, and you relaxed with a deep breath. You glanced at Iruka, who was looking at you sheepishly, face still tinted pink.

“I-I’m sorry y/n, I don’t know what came over me,” he said, shifting his feet slightly. “I know you’ve had a long day, I didn’t mean to do anything..” he trailed off and looked at the ground.

You shook your head. “Iruka-kun,” you smirked as his head shot up to look at you. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want,” you took a step towards him and placed a hand on his arm. Your hands trailed upwards until they cradled his face again, pulling him closer to you. “Do you want to stay, Iruka-kun?” you asked gently, as you gazed into his eyes. You could feel your cheeks redden again as you looked at him for an answer, searching his shocked expression for clues to what he was thinking.

“I-I…” His arms wrapped around you, enveloping you in his heat. You released a happy sigh as you wrapped your own arms around his neck. Iruka leaned to whisper in your ear. “There’s nothing I want more than to stay, y/n..” you shuddered at his voice. “but you need to get some rest, and I’m afraid you wouldn’t get any if I stayed..” Your eyes widened at his meaning and you knew you had turned a new shade of dark red. Iruka let out a short laugh at your increased temperature and placed a light kiss on your neck. You gasped at the feeling of his soft lips on your sensitive skin. As he lifted his head to pull away, you caught his lips and tightened your arms around him. He took a sharp inhale, then deepened the kiss with reciprocated intensity. While still holding you in his arms, he guided you backwards until you felt the cold door frame against your shoulders. Iruka pulled your hips towards his and ground his leg against you, releasing a moan from deep within your throat. Iruka’s breaths shortened into pants in response, and you could feel him hardening against your leg.

You smirked and broke your kiss, pulling his head in closer so you could whisper in his ear, “don’t you want me to take care of this, Iruka-kun?” you whispered sweetly as you ground yourself against him. Iruka let out a stifled groan and halted your moving hips with his hands. He placed his forehead against yours and looked intently into your eyes, his face looking slightly pained from holding back.

“y/n..” he whispered back, panting slightly. “I don’t want to do anything to hurt you.. or make you regret..”

“Iruka,” you said firmly. His face quickly changed to concern at the change in address. You laughed and shook your head slightly, “sorry sorry, Iruka-KUN.” He laughed and smiled in relief. “I have never regretted a single moment with you. And I won’t regret this either,” you said. You tried to look as serious as possible, but you couldn’t stop the smile washing over your face.

Iruka sighed and smiled, nudging your nose with his. He placed a light kiss on your lips as he untangled himself from you and straightened towards your apartment door. “Then please, lead the way..” he said.

#naruto imagines #narutoshippuden #naruto x reader #iruka #iruka x reader #naruto headcanons

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liberty-barnes · 4 years

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Keep You Safe

Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Prompt: “I can’t decide if that’s cute or something characteristic of a psychopath”

Warnings: slightly creepy Peter, but like the endearing kind of creepy, also Petey being a dork,,,as always, protective Peter Parker, Endgame related angst but only for a sec, cuddlesssss, and fluff, lots of fluff, because I’m a hoe for fluff... and Tom Holland’s biceps but that’s a story for another day

Word Count: 2167 words

Estimated Reading Time: 9 minutes

A/N: School has officially closed which means that I’m now forced to stay home all day (which wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t locked at home with my dad and he’s getting on every single one of my nerves) and do the homework our teachers send us by email... I didn’t even know Microsoft Teams and OneNote existed until a week ago... so that’s something. I usually write stuff on paper during class cause let’s be honest, I only pay attention to what my teachers are saying when I’m forced to (don’t do this kids, listen to teachers, God I’m a such a bad example) so I’ve got about 5 stories written and I thought “Hey, since I’m too lazy to do my physics homework, why not post it all on tumblr?” So yeah, hi, this is my version of “quarantine is driving me crazy and I need an escape”. And before you ask, yes, I’ve succumbed to the toilet paper juggle thing already, it was not pretty.

Masterlist

Peter Parker was not a creep, he was simply a worried boyfriend.

There is nothing wrong with following your girlfriend after school to make sure she gets home safe before going back to the Tower. Or asking Karen to alert him whenever you leave the house so he could follow you to make sure you were safe. Or gifting you one of those morse code bracelets that monitored your vitals and location because he knew you’d never take it off and that way he could constantly know where you were and how you were feeling.

Peter Parker was not a creep.

He watched from his vantage point on top of a building as you and MJ left the mall, Slurpees in hand and carrying at least five shopping bags each, most of them being from art stores and only a couple from clothing. The sight of your bright smile made his heart burst with affection and he listened intently, still able to hear your melodic laugh over the hustle and bustle of the busy street.

He followed you at a safe distance, losing sight of the two of you as you entered the subway. Karen kept him aware of your whereabouts though, and he saw you again when you exited the subway station, now alone.

You walked a couple more blocks and entered your apartment building, but Peter only truly relaxed once he saw you entering your bedroom, having a clear view through your window.

He stayed for a few more minutes, admiring how beautiful you looked doing something as mundane as cutting tags off your newly bought clothes and throwing out the plastic wrapped around your new art supplies.

He then made his way to the Tower, where the Avengers chose to live again, for practical purposes.

“Hey everyone!” He immediately greeted his teammates after walking into the kitchen, mask off and hair slightly messy.

“Hey Pete,” The twenty-year-old witch gave him a chilled bottle of water from the fridge, already knowing that the boy would be parched.

Peter kissed her cheek and did the same to Pepper, Carol, and Morgan who were all sitting at the table playing Uno, no doubt to make the young Stark happy.

“Where is everyone?” The young spiderling asked after downing his water bottle.

“Bucky and Sam are in the gym, Bruce is messing with something in the labs, and Sharon went grocery shopping with Rhodey.” Carol set down a blue five, not even looking up from her hand. For a superhero, she sure sucked at card games.

“Oh, okay. I’m going to my room, be back to help with dinner!” He called back before walking to the elevator and pressing the button to his and May’s floor.

After everyone returned from the Blip, the Parkers lost their home and Pepper immediately offered them a floor at the Tower, not wanting her not-really-but-still-kind-of-feels-like-it son and his aunt to be living on the streets. Peter was very happy to be living with some of his favorite people in the world and very grateful for the opportunities it provided him.

He entered his room and pressed the button on his chest, the suit retracting to a simple spider pendant that hung around his neck, looking like an ordinary chain. He took it off and put it in his charging cradle before changing into a pair of grey sweatpants (your favorite though he still doesn’t understand why) and his blue Midtown sweatshirt.

He sat on his desk chair, ready to start his homework but a vibration from his phone made him postpone the task, choosing instead to open the messaging app on his custom made StarkPhone.

Princess 👑 ❤️: heyy :) Princess 👑 ❤️: can i meet you at the tower later? Princess 👑 ❤️: i want cuddles :)))

He smiled at that and immediately texted you back.

Baby🕷️ ❤️: i’ll ask Rhodey and Shar to pick you up on their way home :) Baby🕷️ ❤️: love you <3 Princess 👑 ❤️: love you more <33

He texted Sharon and after receiving confirmation that you were in the car with them, he turned his phone face down on the desk to avoid any distractions and started on his English homework, hoping to be done with it when you got here so he could cuddle in peace with his beloved girlfriend.

Twenty minutes later, he was almost done with his homework, fully engrossed in the words on the page that he had to meticulously read, highlight and analyze. He barely noticed when you entered the room, his spidey sense no longer detecting you as a threat, but took a much-needed breath of relief when he felt your hands around his shoulder, rubbing softly.

No words were needed as you kept rubbing his shoulders while he finished his homework, relishing in the soft kisses you left on the crown of his head from time to time. He finished the last sentence on his analysis and set his pen down, sighing. He closed his eyes and put his head back so it rested on your shoulder and you kissed his forehead, hands around his neck, hugging his upper body from behind.

“Cuddles now?” You asked, voice soft and soothing reaching his over-worked brain.

“Yeah, baby, let’s go.”

You kissed him on the forehead once more and took off your shirt, staying in your white lace bra and pastel pink sweatpants before laying down on the king-sized bed. You made grabby hands at him and he took off his own shirt, laying down between your legs and resting his head on your breasts. Your right hand made its way to his soft brown curls while your left rested on his upper back, hugging him close to your chest. His arms tightened around your waist and a pleased sigh left his lips, his lashes fluttering and tickling your skin as the tension rolled off of him in waves with every gentle pass of your manicured nails through his scalp.

Peter loved this position. There was really nothing sexual about it, he just loved hearing your heartbeat and feeling your colder skin against his naturally overheated one. He loved protecting the city and all of its inhabitants but here, in your arms, in this bed, he wasn’t Spider-Man, the newest Avenger. He wasn’t the Starks’ unofficially adopted kid that would take over SI alongside Morgan and Harley. He wasn’t the kid who brightened up everyone’s day and felt solely responsible for their happiness and well-being.

He was just Pete. Your Pete. Your fragile, vulnerable boyfriend who just really needed a hug, and you were more than happy to provide.

“How was your day?” He asked, voice slightly muffled because of his mouth’s position, buried in the valley of your breasts.

“Pretty good. I went to the mall with MJ after class and we bought a bunch of new clothes and art supplies for our trip to DisneyWorld.”

“Why do you need new stuff just to go to DisneyWorld?”

“I need Disney themed stuff.”

“You already have Disney themed stuff.”

“But I need new ones so that every time I see them they’ll remind me of our trip to DisneyWorld.”

He chuckled at your over-the-top-ness and nuzzled his face deeper into your chest.

“‘M hungry.”

“Must be cause you didn’t eat.”

“Did too!” He snorted at that.

“A Slurpee doesn’t count as food, princess.”

A silence enveloped the room and he felt your heartbeat quicken.

“I never told you I had a Slurpee.”

Oh shit.

“Y-Yeah, you did, you said you went to the mall with MJ to do some shopping and had a Slurpee after.” He was panicking but focused on playing it off as best as he could.

Spoiler Alert: he’s a very bad liar and can’t hide anything from you.

“No, I didn’t so how do you know that?”

He stuttered and incoherent sentence your way, trying and failing TRYING VERY HARD to defend himself.

“Have you been following me?”

Shitshitshit.

“N-No?” He hated that he couldn’t lie to you, one look at him and all his secrets would come out like some kind of verbal diarrhea.

You pushed him off your lap so the both of you were sitting up, looking at him with nothing short of hurt, confusion, and betrayal swirling in your beautiful sparkling eyes.

“Have you been taking advantage of EDITH and your powers to spy on me?”

He didn’t answer, simply hung his head, closed his eyes and waited for the blow-up that was bound to happen next... but it never came, only a broken whisper followed by a heart-breaking sob reached his ears.

“Do you not trust me?”

“What?” His head snapped up and he stared into your eyes, seeing the tears threatening to leak and cursing himself because he caused that, he caused his babygirl pain.

“W-Well if you're following me it must be because y-you don’t t-trust m-me.”

Your words were punctuated by a particularly loud sob and he quickly gathered you up in his arms, nuzzling his cheek on the top of your head soothingly and threading his fingers through your hair.

“Nonononononono, baby that’s not it, I promise.” He took your face between his hands and kissed your tear-stricken cheeks, resting his forehead on yours. “It’s just that... with everything that happened with Tony and Beck and my identity being revealed, then almost going to prison, thank God for Pepper, I just... I’m constantly worried that someone’ll come after you because of me, because of what you mean to me, and that I won’t be able to protect you and I just need to know you’re safe, always because you’re the most important person in my life and I don’t know what I’d without you, so I followed you and asked Karen to update me on your vitals every hour so I know you’re safe and alive, and real, and... I just need to know you’re safe.”

He took a deep breath after finishing his jumbled up explanation, finally shining light on the fears deeply installed within him for months.

“I can’t decide if that’s cute or something characteristic of a psychopath. Cause you wanna protect me but you do it by following me and invading my privacy.”

“Wha- psychopath?” You both burst into laughter, foreheads still resting against one another.

“Well, you’ve been following me around for a while. Do you have a camera in my bedroom?”

“No! Of course not! Just... in the lobby... and one facing your apartment door... and on your fire escape facing your window...”

His cheeks were flushed red and he was looking everywhere but at you, seemingly embarrassed by his predicament.

“You said you had Karen monitoring my vitals... how?”

“Oh, um... remember the bracelet I gave you for our six-month anniversary?”

You lifted your right wrist, cocking an eyebrow as if to say ‘this one’.

“Yeah, so um... I actually made that. It’s got nanosensors that monitor your heartbeat, blood pressure, sugar levels, emotional state and a bunch of other things along with a tracker that’s constantly activated. It’s all connected to Karen, so she can let me know whenever you’re in trouble...”

“Is that how you always know when I’m having a panic attack or when I’m on my period?” Your eyes softened up and an adoring smile graced your face when he nodded.

“You’re a dork.” You straddled him fully and properly, then kissed him on the lips softly.”But you’re my dork, and I love you. And I love that you want to keep me safe and that you’d be willing to sacrifice your dignity and do something quite illegal to make sure I stay safe.”

He smirked at you.

“You know, out of context that sounds a bit twisted.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled fondly at him.

“What can I say? From time to time, I sure do love me a bad boy.”

He smiled and kissed you on the lips, slow and passionate, filled with all his love and adoration and relief, pure and utter relief because you’re here, with him, and you know, and you don’t hate him, in fact, you love him even more.

He fell back on the bed, taking you with him as you resumed your previous position, only this time with you on top.

“So are we gonna mention that when Tony did the exact same thing to you you threw a fit and had Ned hack into the suit?”

“Shut up.”

That night, when Peter got back home after dropping you off, EDITH alerted him to movement on your fire escape. His heart was beating faster than a hummingbird’s as he pulled up the live footage but it all turned into a breathless chuckle when he saw the surveillance video.

You had put your whiteboard in such a way that it would be seen by the camera and scribbled a ‘Goodnight baby <3′ on it.

Baby🕷️ ❤️: goodnight princess <3

And this is what I do during my English and french classes... English because I don’t need to (perks of being trilingual) and french because the teacher spends the lesson talking about stuff I already know so I really don’t care.

With that said, please stay in school and listen to your teachers... do as I say, not as I do.

Anyway, I hope you liked this little one-shot. Please don’t forget to like, comment and/or reblog if you feel like it!

Love you all, Libby <3

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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Showering at the other’s house + Wearing the other’s clothing + "You know I can't just be friends with you" for Josh Washington x male reader? Angst and smut where there's been sexual tension between them for a long time and it blows up in their face when Josh's car breaks down and reader picks him up and takes him to his place? Bottom reader, please?

To be on the safe side, I’m going to warn for a slight reference to drunk driving.

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Glancing at the clock on your dash, you groaned thinking about how early you had to be up for work tomorrow—technically today.

Fucking Josh Washington.

Why you were still friends sometimes escaped you, but as soon as Josh slid into your passenger seat and the smell of his expensive cologne swallowed you in one breath, you remembered.

Because you want so much more than that.

“Fun party?” you asked, hitting the turn signal even though the road was deserted.

“Look, man. I’m sorry about calling so late but I know your place is close.”

“And now I have to take you all the way across town—”

“Can’t I just crash with you? I mean—if it’s not a big deal.”

Not a big—fucking fucker.

Taking a deep breath, you whipped your car around and began heading back to your apartment.

Josh leaned back in the seat and out of your peripheral, you could see his fingers twitching against his knee, banging out a rhythm only he could hear.

“Are you drunk?” you asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

“Nah,” Josh huffed, his eyes closed as his fingers continued to tap.

Slamming on the brakes was the last thing Josh had expected you to do, and when he was jostled forward, he made a muffled noise as the seatbelt tightened against his chest.

“What the fu—”

“Get out.”

Josh’s bloodshot eyes were blown wide and his mouth opened and shut as he stared at you, your own face twisted in anger as you looked back at him.

“Get. Out.”

“Please don’t do this now, Y/N.”

Josh’s eyes begged for your forgiveness and you felt that deep-down itch of sympathy, like an almost healed mosquito bite that had just enough poison left to make you remember it was there.

“Why the fuck are you always calling me to come bail you out? Is it because I’m stupid enough to keep fucking doing it?”

“No,” Josh murmured, his eyes dropping to the center console.

“Is it because—”

“Can we please just talk about this at your place not in the middle of the fucking road in the middle of the fucking night?”

Your eyes flicked to the rearview mirror and even though no one was coming, you gripped the wheel again and pressed your foot to the gas.

The rest of the short drive was silent, the tension blaring loud enough to drown out both of your thoughts.

Exhausted, you tossed your keys on the counter and kicked off your shoes before slowly pulling your hoodie over your head and tossing it on the living room recliner.

“You know where the couch is,” you stated tonelessly as you walked back the hall to your bedroom and shut the door.

Discarding your t-shirt and your sweatpants, you crawled back into your abandoned bed and tried to go to sleep. Josh turned the shower on and you rolled over, trying not to imagine what he looked like, naked and wet as the bathroom grew foggier and foggier.

He pissed you off like no one else.

And he turned you on like no one else.

But nothing had ever come of your shared looks, your inside jokes, or your casual, seemingly accidental touching. Instead, this sort of chasm settled between the two of you and you spent less and less time together. At first, you were sad. Then, you were pissed that someone who was supposed to be your friend, someone you had known for almost ever, was just willing to let the ugly void grow rather than talk about what was happening.

And once Josh lost his sisters, the void became cavernous. He wouldn’t let anyone get close to him, not even you.

Sighing, you punched your pillow and rolled onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. You supposed that was why you were still always there for him—the loss of Hannah and Beth, yes, but also because you wanted to get him to let you in. You wanted to be there for him—as a friend or as more.

Either way, Josh needed someone. That much you were sure of.

A soft knock on your door drew you out of your thoughts, and you mumbled, “It’s unlocked.”

Josh peeked in, the light from the hallway framing his body and making him seem more shadow than man.

“Can I borrow some sweats?”

“Bottom drawer,” you motioned, rolling on to your side to avoid looking at him with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

Which wasn’t wrapped around his waist for long because you heard it hit the floor. You squeezed your eyes shut tight and tried to ignore the rustling as Josh pulled on your clothes.

After a few moments of silence, Josh cleared his throat and when you didn’t say anything, he shuffled closer to your bed.

“You sleeping?”

“For fuck’s sake, Josh. No.”

“I really am sorry I woke you up—”

“Are you really?” you spat, turning over and sitting up to face him, anger once again coursing through your body at his wretched apology.

“Yeah. I am! I really appreciate that you came!” Josh yelled, his eyes smaller than usual as anger began to take hold of him, too.

“You have a real funny way of showing appreciation.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, his bottom lip disappearing as he bit down on it.

“It means that you don’t call me unless you need something stupid.”

Josh shrugged, but before you could yell at him to get the fuck out, he said, “I know you’ll always pick up.”

“You can kiss this stand-in Uber driver the fuck good-bye because this was the last—"

“I call you because I want to see you.”

Josh’s words were coarse, spoken from deep inside of his chest as if he couldn’t believe he was actually letting them articulate.

You stared at him in stunned silence, wondering if it was possible . . .

“Josh,” you said softly.

And as your mind worked to form a response, Josh interrupted, his voice cracking as he loudly said, "I can't just be friends with you anymore! I can’t just hang out like, like I’m not feeling . . . whatever the fuck this is.

“And I know you feel it too.”

Your heart was in your ears, so even if you wanted to say something, you couldn’t.

Hand slightly shaking, you pulled off the covers and swung your legs over the edge of the mattress. The feeling of your bare feet on your cold, wooden floor starkly contrasted the overheated feeling of your torso and face as you stood.

Josh was frozen, his Adam’s apple working double-time as he looked anywhere but at you, clearly wishing he had kept his infamously big mouth shut.

When you were finally inches from him, his eyes swung to meet yours and the intensity in them nearly took your breath away.

Thinking back, you still have no idea who moved first, but in an instant, Josh’s mouth was on yours.

His kiss was bruising, teeth before tongue, then teeth again as he claimed you.

Your thoughts were an incoherent stream as Josh pushed you on to the bed and shoved his hand in your boxers, his own erection rubbing against your thigh as he began to jerk you off.

Gasping, you broke the kiss and shut your eyes, unable to believe this was finally happening.

“Do you feel this?” Josh hissed as his forehead is pressed against yours. “Do you feel how bad I want you—need you?”

“I—”

“Didn’t want to ruin our friendship?” Josh panted as he gave the head of your cock a little twist. “I’d say it’s pretty fucking ruined now.”

You moaned and reached up to fist the headboard, your biceps flexing as you held onto the wooden slats, your hips pushing up into Josh’s hand.

“Should I stop?”

“Fuck—no! Don’t stop,” you begged and you could see the confident smirk on Josh’s lips.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his hand tightening around you, still moving at a quick, even pace.

“God-fucking-damn-it Josh!” you cried out, eyes again shut tight as cum spilled over his hand and smeared on to your stomach.

After milking you through your orgasm, Josh pressed his forehead to yours, tiny beads of your sweat mingling with his as your breath puffed across each other’s lips. It occurred to you that he definitely used your toothpaste and knowing Josh, probably your toothbrush.

You reached up to grasp his face, your thumbs rubbing across his cheekbones as you asked, “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Kinda better to just show you?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Stop deflecting.”

“Scared,” Josh mumbled, his mouth moving closer to yours.

“Of what?” you asked into his parted lips.

“Losing you.”

“Never,” you answered and kissed him, your mouth begging to be dominated by his as you tentatively touched your tongue to his and Josh didn’t disappoint, controlling the kiss until he released your mouth with a gasp as you both fought for air.

Pushing Josh onto his back, you straddled his thigh, your cum-coated belly completely forgotten as you pulled down the sweatpants he was wearing—your sweatpants—and you lowered your mouth to take in his impossibly hard cock.

“Oh fuck,” Josh groaned.

Teasing wasn’t on your mind as you sucked his dick, hollowing your cheeks and relishing in the taste of the precum that seeped from his head. You dragged your tongue through his slit and Josh made a noise that was somewhere between a whine and a groan.

You sucked lightly on the head of his cock before swallowing him down, and when you grasped the base of him, Josh bucked up into your mouth, almost choking you, as he came—your name and a string of Sorry—so sorrys tumbling from his lips. You laughed a little as you swallowed his cum and used the back of your mouth to wipe what had escaped.

Josh’s eyes were soft as they looked at you, one final apology issuing from his mouth.

“It’s cool, Josh. I think we were both pretty enthusiastic.”

“You have no idea—”

“—how long you’ve—I’ve—wanted to do that?”

Josh looked a little surprised, but then his face split into his trademark grin, his white teeth flashing in the dim lighting of your room.

“Does this mean we’re more than friends?”

“Is that what you want?” you asked, studying his face to make sure his happiness wasn’t a façade.

“I think . . . I think it’s what I need.”

You smiled, your eyes detecting only honestly and as much as it pained you to do it, you tore your eyes from his and looked at the clock.

“Work. I’ve gotta—”

“I’m filthy fucking rich. You don’t ever “have to” again.”

“Of course I do,” you said with exasperation. “But maybe not . . . tomorrow.”

Josh smiled and adjusted your pillow before holding his arms open so you could fall onto his chest.

“Night, Y/N,” Josh mumbled sleepily into your hair.

“Goodnight,” you answered, your lips holding their soft smile as you fell fast asleep.

#Josh Washington #Josh Washington x Reader #Male Reader #Josh Washington x Male Reader #Angst #Smut #Josh Washington Angst #Josh Washington Smut #Rami Malek #Rami Malek Characters #But OF COURSE it's fluffy in the end bc that's how I ROLL

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a concept (but also a request) --- a saesang discovers yn and tries to harm/blackmail her, and is almost successful. i'd love to see how the boys react and how they protect her

It has been a while !! since I wrote anything for this and I always worry that I’ve lost the AU. Let me know what you think as always, and I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this!

Word count: 5k

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Spa days are fun. They’d always been something you enjoyed, but didn’t have the money or time to indulge in before the boys. Since you’ve come to live with them, however, it’s become a group activity for you, which is all the better. Needless to say, pampering yourself is now a regular hobby, one they’re all too willing to encourage. It’s a nice compromise for when you feel like going out – they drop you off at the spa on their way to work and pick you up on the way back, and the spa employees know to text Namjoon frequently about what you’re getting up to.

Today’s spa session, however, is even more exciting than usual for you, because you’re preparing to attend an award show. Not as their date, of course – kpop idols don’t get dates – but as a member of the audience. They’d managed to wrangle you a ticket to the best seat in the house, after your persistent begging for weeks, and definitely way too much flaunting of your new engagement ring because all of them grew soft when they saw it.

It was all worth it in the end, because they eventually caved and let you go for the show. Not without a bunch of rules like ‘don’t talk to anyone’ and ‘come straight home’, or hiring what amounted to an armoured vehicle to ferry you to and from the event, but you’re excited nonetheless.

The show is tomorrow, and you’re going to be alone for most of the day because the boys have to rehearse for their performance, go early and all that, but for today, you’re with the seven of them being massaged and waxed and scrubbed together, and it’s amazing.

“Joonie-oppa?” you say into the dark silence of the room where you’re all lying as you get facials.

“Hmm?” he mumbles back, clearly half-asleep. You bite back a smile of fondness, not wanting to disturb the layer of goop on your face.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, knowing that he’s the one who made all the arrangements for you to go. It can’t have been easy, since you’re a secret they’re determinedly keeping.

“You’re welcome,” he responds, his words still slightly slurred.

“Why didn’t you say thank you to the rest of us?” Jimin, ever the needy one, whines.

“I’ll thank you when we get home,” you respond, biting your lip against the smile that threatens to emerge. They’re all so cute, you just want to pinch their cheeks and show them love. And now you get to do just that for the rest of your life. What a lucky girl you are.

Getting ready for the show isn’t nearly as glamorous as one might imagine. For one thing, you’re alone in the apartment, doing your own hair and makeup. For another, you’re hardly able to focus on anything because the boys are constantly texting you. It’s like every second they aren’t actively rehearsing or doing sound check or whatever it is, they want pictures of you, updates on how you’re feeling, and, of course, it wouldn’t be Yoongi without repeated questions about whether you’re sure you really want to go for the show.

You love it, of course. After being alone for so many years, you’re hardly in a position to complain about too much attention. There isn’t such a thing, as far as you’re concerned, so you happily pose for pictures with half-done makeup, in the expensive silk robe they’d bought you.

When it comes time to get dressed, the boys insist on Facetiming you so they can see your reaction to the dress they’d bought for you. You know it’s expensive because it comes in a giant Dior box, but the boys had insisted on it remaining a secret for you until it was time to put it on.

With the boys eagerly watching from your phone propped up with some pillows, you lift the lid off the box and promptly gasp in shock. The gown is white, with silk chiffon buds sewn into it. As you lift it out of the box, you note that it’s a gorgeous A-line cut with a flared skirt that will leave only your ankles exposed, and that while the bodice is white, the skirt fades into deep blue and violet, with tiny yellow flowers adorning the hem.

“Oh, my God…” you marvel, speechless as you hold the dress up.

“Do you like it?” Hoseok asks eagerly, unable to stay quiet. He and Taehyung fought for almost a week over the dress before settling on this one, and he, for one, is rather proud of their selection. From afar it looks simple enough, with a classic cut and colour that you, with your more conservative fashion sense would feel comfortable wearing, but still unique, with intricate detailing that satisfied the boys. After all, even if no one at the show knows that you’re theirs, they should still admire you.

“It’s beautiful.” Your voice wobbles slightly, and Jimin immediately crowds closer to the phone, blocking most of the other boys.

“Y/n-ie, are you okay? Are you upset?” His voice is slightly panicked, and you sniffle as you blink away the tears.

“I’m fine, Chim. It’s just… this is so pretty; you guys are always too good to me,” you choke out.

“Stop it,” Yoongi says, knocking Jimin’s head away so he can take his turn peering at you. “You’re perfect; we’re the ones who don’t deserve you,” he says gruffly, clearing his throat. You know he isn’t the most vocal about his feelings, so you just smile at him.

“Okay, oppa,” you accept. “Thank you boys for this.”

Jimin returns enthusiastically, pressing his face so close to Yoongi’s that their cheeks are practically touching. You stifle a giggle at how cute they look together. “Y/n-ie! We’re not done! Look in my closet!”

“Uh… okay.” You pick up the phone and leave Yoongi’s room to go down the hall to the bigger one that Jimin and Hoseok share. Sitting on top of the drawers in Jimin’s section of their walk-in closet is a distinct blue box. “You didn’t,” you gasp, setting down the phone to open the box.

“Do you like it? It matches your ring, doesn’t it?” Hoseok yells from somewhere in the background. You stare reverently at the necklace and earrings set, a diamanté chain with a massive teardrop-shaped pendant dangling from it, and matching dangly earrings.

“Yeah, it’s gorgeous.” Ridiculously, you’re on the brink of tears again.

“Well, stop staring at it and go get ready, Y/n,” Seokjin frowns at you. His good-natured nagging is welcome now more than ever, and you nod obediently.

“Okay… I’ll see you later?” The statement comes out as a question against your will. Stupid, of course. The whole point of going to the show is to see the boys accept a whole slew of awards.

Yoongi smiles softly at you, though. “Yeah, baby, we’ll see you later,” he confirms before hanging up, and for the rest of the time that you’re getting ready, you can’t stop grinning.

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The show is spectacular. From where you’re seated, you have a perfect view of the celebrities in their own section, seated around tables – although you’ve really never understood why, since it’s not like this is a banquet. You ooh and ahh at the appropriate moments, applaud (smugly) when your boys sweep the awards, and in general have a grand old time. You’re alone, of course, but that doesn’t really bother you when you’d had so much time to get used to it in the past.

Besides, it’s somewhat different today. Even though the boys can’t text you given that all eyes – and cameras – are on them and they need to look like they’re engaged with the happenings of the event, their eyes are constantly drifting over to the audience, where they know you’re seated. The urge to wave at them is overwhelming, but you know how imperative it is that you not show any sign of knowing them in public. It was something that Namjoon had emphasized to you repeatedly last night, even though you’re not that sure why that’s the case. He’d said something about hate and crazy fans…?

Truth be told, though, you think his concern is just a tiny bit overblown. Sure, there are overzealous fans out there, but these days it really does seem like fans are becoming more mature. Even Chen from EXO had gotten married recently, and when they announced their engagement most of the reactions had been fairly positive. You hate doubting your boys, but it feels a little like they’re ashamed of you.

Once the seed takes root in your mind, it becomes almost impossible to shake. Years of coping with your insecurities and loneliness have primed you to think the worst, although the boys have always been so attentive that it’s impossible for even you to feel like they don’t care about you. Now, though, with the short distance between you that feels like an insurmountable barrier, it occurs to you that this is a metaphor for your lives. You’ll always be on the outside, looking in. They own you, but the inverse will never be the same.

Thinking about it threatens to send you into a spiral, and you know that you can’t have a full-blown panic attack here, so you leap out of your seat and bolt for the exit. Some fresh air will do you good, you think slightly hysterically, trying to put off the inevitable.

The cool spring air feels good on your overheated cheeks, and you pace up and down the alley next to the building, your arms folded across your chest. It feels like your ribs are constricting your lungs, and you suck in deep breaths of air, trying to calm yourself. Before you can get too caught up in your own mind, however, you hear footsteps behind you and whip around to see who it is.

“Hey,” Yoongi says simply, his hands in his pockets. “You okay?”

“Yes,” you lie, not wanting him to worry, but your voice wobbles slightly before you can catch it. You clear your throat loudly, hoping he’ll think it was just something stuck, but he just raises a brow at you.

Your shoulders slump defeatedly. You know you’ll never be able to hide anything from Yoongi. He’s the one who knows you the best, who saw you at your worst, back when you’d been alone and before he saved you.

“What happened?” he asks, holding his arms out for you, and you dive into them gratefully. You’re careful not to press your face against him, knowing that he can’t go back in with makeup smeared on his clothes, but you rest your chin on his shoulder and let him wrap you up in a hug.

“Are you embarrassed for people to know you’re with me?” you ask in a small voice.

Yoongi’s reaction is almost comedic. The normally lackadaisical man lets go of you to take a step back in shock, one hand on your shoulder as the other tilts your chin so that you have no choice to look at him, despite your best efforts. “Of course not,” he says emphatically, almost shaking you in his eagerness to make sure you understand just now serious he is. “Why? Who told you that?” His voice starts to rise and he starts turning away from you, almost like he’s going rush right back in to yell at his brothers.

You grab his hand so he doesn’t do anything ridiculous and drastic. “No one, it’s just… I don’t know, I feel like a dirty little secret sometimes, you know?”

“Baby…” he sighs. “You know why we can’t go public. It’s not safe for you.”

“I know… but Taeyang got married and it was fine, and Chen’s pregnancy reveal went all right too. I don’t know, I just feel like things might be changing, y’know?”

Yoongi frowns. “Chen’s wife’s identity isn’t revealed to the public, and he’s terrified to let her go out alone these days because of all the backlash from the fans.”

You pout a little. “I never go outside anyway; what does it matter?” you complain a little petulantly.

Yoongi sighs, sensing that this is something you’re going to dig your heels in over. “All right, I’ll talk to the others about it,” he says. “We can test the waters tonight, but promise me that you’ll let us prioritize your own safety over going public, okay?”

You nod obediently, smiling up at Yoongi. “Okay,” you agree. He drops a kiss on your forehead, then sends you back in, waiting a couple of minutes before he re-enters through the back entrance that celebrities use so no one suspects anything.

Little does he know, it’s already too late for such measures.

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Returning to your seat for the last part of the awards ceremony, you honestly feel a lot better. You don’t know how Yoongi knew you needed him, but he did, and he was there for you, no questions asked. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get you out of your own head. Unconsciously you start stroking the edge of the ring adorning your finger. It was something you’d started doing for the boys, but along the way you realized how much the action comforted you as well, reminding you of the commitment they’d made to you.

You’re already seated when you see Yoongi returning to his, winding through the tables spread across the floor to get to the one the boys are at. They look at him inquiringly, but he just shakes his head and explains quietly, looking up at the audience for a second. If you weren’t looking out for it, you wouldn’t have noticed that he was talking about you.

Unfortunately, someone other than you is also looking out.

At the end of the event, the idols start standing up to leave and when your phone buzzes in your clutch, your eyes fly to the boys. Jungkook is casually adjusting his clothing and you can see him slip his phone back into his pocket. You smile to yourself. What a cute boy. He’s not that much younger than you, but you always feel the need to baby him.

You open up your clutch to check your phone, slowly standing to leave. The message you find causes you to glance back at the boys, who are now in a sea of idols all crowding towards the exit points. Taehyung sees you, though, and winks at you. Stifling a giggle, you wink back and follow the crowds out of the auditorium, heading towards the restrooms.

There’s a long line (of course) but you don’t mind, smiling to yourself as you text the boys, letting them know how proud you are of them, and how happy you are to be able to see it this close. The girl standing in line behind you taps you on the shoulder, and you look up at her, confused. “Yes?” you ask, politely, you hope. Your social skills have really deteriorated since moving in with the boys, not that they were necessarily excellent before.

“Your dress is so pretty!” she compliments you, and you giggle in response, flushing.

“Thank you so much!” you accept with grace. You know the dress is amazing – the boys have impeccable taste, after all, and the expensive accessories only highlight your whole outfit. You’re probably overdressed, but you don’t much care. You so rarely get to go out as it is, and you have to admit, you love playing dress up with the boys. It’s like Hobi and Taehyung think of you as a doll sometimes, and you don’t mind it at all.

“No problem! I think BTS liked it too,” the girl giggled. “They kept looking over at you just now.”

“Oh…” you laughed awkwardly, not sure how to respond. “I don’t think so; they just look over at the audience a lot because they care about their fans, I think.” Your excuse was weak, but without any warning, it was all you could come up with.

“No way! They were definitely looking at you. I bet you might even get some numbers tonight,” she whispered conspiratorially.

“Wow, that would really be something…” you trailed off, letting the conversation die. Thankfully, your phone pinged again and you excused yourself to continue texting the boys. You thought nothing more of the strange interaction you’d had, assuming it was just some overzealous fan who’d wanted to gush about the boys.

You took your time in the restroom, then hung around the entrance for a bit, watching people leave for the subway or get into cars. When it seemed like most people had left, you slipped back into the building, heading for the backstage area. You slipped in and someone with a clipboard and headset came to chase you away, but before he could, Namjoon came to get you. He brought you to the dressing room where the boys were hanging out, most of the stylists having left already.

“Baby!” Hoseok sprang up and ran to greet you in a way that honestly reminded you of Yeontan. You laughed and opened your arms to hug him, which he accepted happily. He took a step back a second later to take a good look at you, dripping in diamonds and adorned in the dress he’d chosen. You were always prettiest when you wore the clothes he picked, and it was a good thing you tended to agree with him.

He tugged you over to the couch where you sat, squished between him and the other boys. Spending time with them truly was the balm to your soul, you thought. With them around, you could definitely take on anything – overzealous fans, paparazzi, even strange personal encounters like the one you’d had earlier.

You had Yoongi’s jacket over your shoulders as you half-leaned on Taehyung, Jin standing behind you on the couch when you heard a commotion outside the dressing room. Before you could react, there was a scuffling sound and then someone burst through the curtains that were being used to give the rooms some semblance of privacy.

All of you turned, shocked, as the girl you’d been talking to earlier half-fell into the room. “You!” she gasps, just as surprised to see you. The boys immediately stand up, putting their bodies between you and the girl, so you can’t see each other anymore.

“What’s going on?” you wonder, your voice not working well enough to enunciate your words clearly.

Namjoon steps forward, Hoseok right behind him. “Get her out of here,” he directs security sharply, and they make to follow his orders, going to grab her to drag her out of there.

“Wait!” she gasps, lurching forward out of their grasp. “I just wanted to say hi.”

“Well, you’ve said it, now please leave. You’re not supposed to be back here.” Jimin, always the most polite one, says.

“Who is that girl?” the girl ignores Jimin to crane her neck so she can see around the boys.

“None of your business,” Jin snaps in response. While she looks up at him, hurt, the security guards take the opportunity to drag her out of the room.

Immediately, the boys turn back to you, rushing over to make sure you’re okay. Taehyung is so concerned he almost launches himself back onto the couch next to you, and Yoongi admonishes him to be more careful in case he actually hurt you. You smile up at Yoongi, accepting his gentle kisses and concern, but tell him that you’re not that fragile, that Taehyung would never actually hurt you.

When all the boys have made sure that you’re okay and gotten their share of hugs and fussing in, all of you make your way back home.

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For the next couple of days, it seems like everything’s gone back to normal. You hang the gorgeous dress up next to all the others you now on, and return to your usual attire of loungewear, hanging out on the couch with Yeontan most of the time. The boys, of course, still have to work, so you end up ordering a lot of takeout when Jin isn’t free to cook for you.

Then you start getting sick. At first, you think it’s probably just an upset tummy and review your takeout places, cutting out those that might have caused the issue. But it doesn’t stop, and you keep getting sicker. It gets to the point where you can’t hide it from the boys anymore, after running to the bathroom to throw up right as you’re getting comfortable to watch a movie together on one of the rare free nights they have.

“Baby? You okay?” It mortifies you to note that all the boys are standing right outside the bathroom door, watching you worship the porcelain god.

You give them a weak thumbs up, feeling like you’ve gotten it all out of your system, but then another wave hits and you’re forced to turn back to the toilet. A fresh wave of alarm runs through the boys. Jimin, Taehyung and Yoongi try to burst through the door at the same time, getting stuck before Yoongi, the most determined, pushes past the others and runs to you, rubbing your back gently. The others hover back, concerned but also kind of grossed out by what’s happening.

Eventually you stop and reach up weakly to flush the toilet. Yoongi helps you to the sink where Jimin’s already gotten your toothbrush loaded up to brush your teeth. As you snuggle up in bed – at Yoongi’s insistence, despite your insistence that you feel better already – the boys all take care of you in their own special ways. Namjoon, wondering if you’ve developed a sudden food aversion, starts Googling potential causes and making a table of all the things you’ve eaten in the past couple of days, separated by ingredient. Jimin, who’s curled up next to you, tells Namjoon that you should rest, but you shush him, letting Namjoon fret about you in his own way. Jin is in the kitchen, making porridge and mild soups for you to eat for the next few days, while Yeontan lies on the bed, mostly oblivious but pleased to be around everyone anyway.

Over the next few days, you seem to get better, and all of them are relieved to see that you’ve returned to your usual self. Of course, with how busy the boys are, Jin can’t keep cooking for you, and you go back to the takeout food once you’ve finished the last of his porridge.

Immediately you deteriorate again, even though you changed all the places you were getting takeout from. It’s infuriating and confusing, and truth be told, you’re getting a little scared. Not wanting to worry the boys, you try to hide it from them, but your cover was blown when you had to run out of the bedroom to throw up in the middle of the night, probably trampling over a couple of them in your hurry.

After that, you’re forced to confess that ever since you finished Jin’s home-cooked meals, all the food you’ve ordered is making you sick, which makes no sense because you aren’t even ordering from the same place more than once anymore. When you explain that, Namjoon’s jaw does that ticking thing and he kisses your forehead, telling you that everything will be okay, that he’ll take care of it.

The next morning, he’s gone before the rest of you really wake up, to talk to the security staff and check out the camera footage. When he comes back, you’re still in bed, but the others are in various stages of getting ready to go to the studio. He enters the apartment dramatically, slamming the door open and stomping into the bedroom, although the way he trips over the step to get past the entryway undercuts the effect of his rage slightly.

Yoongi is getting dressed when Namjoon barges into the room, but he’s so used to the other members seeing him in various states of undress that he doesn’t even react as he finishes taking his pajamas off. “What is it?” Yoongi asks, deadpan as always.

“That person at the award show has been intercepting all her meals,” Namjoon explained tightly, his jaw clenching.

You and Yoongi looked at each other as the dots connected in your mind. A second later, Yoongi had all but exploded with rage, pacing up and down while muttering about killing her. The others came to see what the commotion was about, Jimin still fastening his earrings and Taehyung buttoning his shirt as he stood in the hallway, and Namjoon had to explain all over again, and then calm everyone down because even if they all felt like it, murder wasn’t really an option for them.

“Guys…” you called from inside the room, since all of them seemed to have forgotten that you were even here. “It’s fine, I’ll just stop ordering delivery and the problem will be solved.”

The boys blinked at you, incredulous at your lack of anger and basic self-preservation. Then again, it was what had led you to them, so maybe they shouldn’t be quite that surprised…

“Well, yes, of course you should stop ordering delivery until we catch this person, but that can’t be all…” Even Hoseok was shocked at your carefree attitude towards someone literally trying to poison you.

“Sweetie, don’t you want that person to be put behind bars or something?” Jimin asked tentatively.

You shrugged. “Sure, but karma will take care of all of that.”

Karma…? Before any of them could question it, Namjoon cleared his throat, bringing everyone’s attention back to him, to explain the plan. Hoseok and Jin interjected once in a while to ask questions and add their suggestions, but the rest listened. Yoongi was still far too furious to think rationally, aggressively cuddling you and wrinkling his clothes, although he brushed that aside when you pointed it out. The younger ones listened with wide eyes, somehow shocked that something like this could happen, even though all of them had experienced crazy stalker fans before.

It was impossible for all of them to stay home, of course. Not only was this completely infeasible from a practical perspective, but there were various phases of the plan that were required to fully ensnare the stalker – not to mention, punish her for her actions. It was the only way that any of them could convince Yoongi to go along with the plan instead of going off by himself to commit murder or something.

First, they realized that since they didn’t actually have video footage of her messing with the food, they didn’t have enough evidence to hold up in court, so additional cameras were installed around the building, in the elevators and even a little one right outside their front door that was hidden in one of those silly “Welcome” signs people liked to put up on their doors. It was obvious that the case going to court would be impossible – they were in the public eye so often that everyone knew none of the boys were sick, and they didn’t want you to have to testify, which would reveal to the world that you were living in their dorm with the rest of them.

Then they had to figure out how she knew which deliveries were theirs. It wasn’t like she was hanging around their apartment complex all day, since that would definitely have aroused suspicion among the security guards. After trying out a few different experiments, they realized she’d somehow managed to tap the landline and intercepted every delivery that was ordered by you with one portion. It was genius, but they weren’t in much of a mood to appreciate it.

It took a couple more weeks, but eventually they managed to get enough footage of her taking their deliveries, sprinkling some sort of powder over it and then delivering it to your apartment. Since she always just knocked and then dropped the food off at your door, you never realized that all the deliveries were being brought to you by the same person.

Meanwhile, to prime the public to rain hate down on her when she was arrested, the boys had been taking turn releasing cryptic messages on vlives and weverse alluding to someone who was harming them and the precious people in their lives. Taehyung even teared up on vlive, which had fans ready to wield pitchforks and torches to hunt down whoever it was.

In the end, instead of taking their evidence to the police, a clip compilation showing the girl poisoning the food and delivering it to the boys’ apartment was ‘leaked’ online, prompting a police investigation without the boys even initiating it with a report. The public outrage was so intense that in a strange turn of events, police protection had to be deployed for her safety, and she quickly pled guilty without trial to avoid the drawn-out agony of a public trial.

In the end, fans all around the world were made aware that there were some lines that the boys wouldn’t tolerate being crossed without serious retaliation. Through the whole debacle, none of the boys made any open statements, but their vlives and weverse messages made so much more sense now that everything was out in the open. It was honestly chilling, how far they were willing to go when boundaries were overstepped.

They didn’t know what exactly had set them off, but you knew. It was you.

#yandere bts #bts yandere #fucked up #ot7 x reader #ot7 fic #bts #bts yandere au

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nightfallrevel · 4 years

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Without You

A/N: HEY, OMG, I’M BACK!!

Okay, so, I may have plunged myself into the pit of KiriBaku/BakuKiri and now I’m stuck there. Literally, nearly every idea I have lately is for this ship. I love them. Might be a little obsessed, but hey, I’m happy here.

I fell into quite the writing rut and found it difficult for me to write literally anything. The focus wasn’t there, the inspiration was lacking, and so I wrote the first thing that came to mind and forced myself to follow it.

Thus, this fic was born. THE LONGEST THING I’VE EVER WRITTEN HERE. Except my old collab fic, Strawberry and Cream, but I don’t really count that one. I wrote this piece like an effing madman, tell you what. I think now I’ve kinda gotten through my block, writing will happen a bit easier going forward. I hope.

Anywho, without further ado, here’s the fic~

Summary: Bakugo goes on a mountain hike and realizes that something rather important is missing.

Warnings: it’s Bakugo, there’s swearing.

Bakugo x Kirishima

Words: 4,477

Something was wrong.

Bakugo zipped up his backpack angrily, the last of what he’d need all packed up. Tugging on his hiking boots, he threw the pack over his shoulders and headed out. It was the weekend, and pretty early in the morning, so the dorms were pretty quiet.

He paused in the hallway, but forced himself not to turn down the hall. His back practically burned with the thought of the neighboring rooms, but he gave an annoyed grunt before heading down the stairs. Luckily, no one was in the commons to bother him as he made his way out. He was already in a foul mood and didn’t need anyone to further aggravate him.

Something was wrong.

The walk to the bus stop was short and the wait was even shorter. Just before he could board, there was a shout from down the sidewalk to hold the bus. Bakugo glanced in the direction of the voice, saw a flash of red, and his heart picked up to race furiously within his chest. A second look, however, revealed a stranger wearing a red bandanna and he grunted to himself as he finished boarding the bus.

The ride to the base of the mountain was barely half an hour, then it was a ten minute walk to the start of the trail. Hitching his pack into place on his shoulders, Bakugo began the ascent. He’d been planning this hike for well over a month. It was overdue and the fresh air helped to clear his head. Already, he could feel his stress levels decline the higher he climbed.

He’d been hiking without pause for nearly two hours when he heard a grumbling complaint and dragging footsteps behind him. His ire raised, he turned around to tell the complainer off, but his voice caught in his throat. There was no one there.

Something was wrong.

By midday, the temperature had risen significantly, but the thinning mountain air helped to keep Bakugo from overheating. As he walked, tiny explosions crackled in his palms as he burnt off the excess sweat to prevent any accidents. He understood too well the dangers of his quirk and wasn’t interested in taking any unnecessary risks.

His stomach growled at some point, so he looked for a good spot to stop and sit down for his lunch. A fallen tree served as a place for him to sit as he took off his backpack and dug inside. Pulling out a sandwich, he held it out, but no one took it. He lifted his gaze to glare at his arm as though the muscle memory had offended him, which it most definitely had. He had become much too used to having company.

As he peered within his pack, Bakugo quickly realized that he had packed way too much food. Enough for two people, plus a bit extra. He heaved a sigh, resigning that he’d be taking some home and unwrapped the sandwich for himself. After finishing the sandwich, he gave himself some time to let his food settle before hitting the trail, again.

Something was wrong.

It wasn’t until Bakugo had nearly reached the peak when he thought he heard the sound of a joyous laugh and thought he felt the brush of a shoulder against his own, that he realized what it was. Growing up, he’d always considered himself as independent and introverted. He didn’t need anyone except himself. Over the past couple of years at U.A., however, something had changed. He was barely aware of it happening, but as he stood on top of the mountain all by himself, it was more than the view that was put into clear perspective.

Kirishima was supposed to be with him on this trip. They had planned it out together, albeit somewhat reluctantly on Bakugo’s part. He wasn’t reluctant because he didn’t want to go with his best friend. It was rather out of sheer stubbornness that he would rather go alone. Bakugo had pretended to cave even though he knew from the start that he would agree to the trip. He loved hiking and it wouldn’t be so bad to share that with his best friend.

Best friend; it was a term that had held an odd weight since the end of their first year. Bakugo felt as though it wasn’t an accurate description of what Kirishima was to him. He had never been able to work it out, though, a part of him a bit too nervous to look too closely at it. So, he ignored the part of his heart that flipped at Kirishima’s shark-toothed grin and the easy way in which they touched so casually.

A week ago, however, Bakugo had happened to walk in on Kirishima talking to Sero in the locker room after class. The redhead had said something about finally confessing his feelings at the top of the mountain they were hiking. Rage had filled him as he rounded the corner, seeing the color drain from Kirishima’s face as panic rose to the redhead’s features.

Bakugo had screamed a multitude of obscenities at him. He couldn’t remember all of them, but none of them had been nice. Most of them hadn’t even been true. He definitely remembered telling Kirishima that romance was for idiots with nothing better to do and that he couldn’t be the number one hero if he wasn’t giving it his all. He also remembered saying something along the lines of barely being able to tolerate the idiot’s presence.

A flash of hurt had crossed Kirishima’s face by that point, only to turn into anger as Bakugo kept going, yelling something about how he’d be better off without some fucking extra following at his heels all the time. Angry tears had sprung to Kirishima’s eyes as he’d shoved against Bakugo’s chest and pushed him away.

More angry words were exchanged between the two of them before Kirishima finally stormed out, red-faced and barely holding back tears. Sero said nothing before following the redhead out, leaving Bakugo to seethe in his own anger. He wasn’t even sure why he was really all that pissed off about it.

Breathing in the mountain air, Bakugo reflected on his anger and slowly came to an understanding. Hearing Kirishima’s accidental confession forced Bakugo to look closer at his own feelings. Feelings that he wasn’t ready to analyze that thoroughly, yet. His chest tightened as he looked up to the clear, afternoon sky. The answer was so glaringly obvious that he couldn’t ignore it or cover it with his anger, anymore.

Fuck. He really owed Kirishima an apology. Several apologies. That idiot. His idiot. A frustrated grin spread across his face as he realized he had no idea how to even go about it. He knew, though, that it couldn’t wait, not even another day for his trip to end.

After making sure his pack was secured tightly, sparks flew from his palms as he turned them downwards and propelled himself into the sky. He’d probably get his ass chewed out if his teachers got wind of him using his quirk like this, but fuck it. Bakugo blasted himself to the bottom of the mountain in a matter of minutes to catch the last bus back to U.A..

It was already dark by the time he burst into the commons, panting from running so hard. Everyone was gathered for a game night and several eyes turned to stare at him as he stomped forward. All of them except the only ones that matter. “Hey, Bakugo, weren’t you supposed to be camping this weekend?” He ignored the question as Kirishima finally, slowly, turned to face him.

There was no familiar smile to greet him, no emotion at all as Kirishima leveled Bakugo with a flat look. Bakugo grit his teeth, refusing to back down from the redhead’s expression. His brows drew low over his eyes as he bit out, “I need to talk to you. Now.” Kirishima’s mouth pressed into a hard line and he turned back around.

“No.”

Bakugo saw the telltale blur of rage around the edges of his sight, but he deflated almost immediately. What did he expect, honestly? He’d said horrible things and then ignored Kirishima for the past week. He wouldn’t want to talk to him, either.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he forced his gaze away from the back of Kirishima’s head and huffed with frustration. “Fine.” He shuffled from the commons and punched the button on the elevator, feeling the shocked expressions of their classmates on his back.

Unfamiliar emotions had welled within his chest at Kirishima’s rejection as he rode the elevator. He wondered if this was anything like what the redhead had felt when Bakugo had yelled at him. Fuck, he really was awful if this was even a fraction of what Kirishima had felt. The tightness in his chest was nearly unbearable.

Once in his room, he discarded his backpack and stripped down. He was sweaty and dirty from his hike and he needed a shower. Hopefully, while he got clean, he’d be able to think of some way to get Kirishima to talk to him. His shower was quick, though, and he hadn’t come up with a single idea. It was clear that he really wasn’t made for all this emotional shit, which only served to piss him off.

Wearing clean clothes, he scrubbed his hair dry with a towel as he made his way back to his room. Distracted as he was, Bakugo couldn’t react quickly enough as a pair of hands grabbed him suddenly and pushed him into his room, snapping the door shut behind them. His breath left him in a rush as he was shoved back against the door and angry red eyes met his own.

“Kirishima, what the fu-” Bakugo was cut off as Kirishima’s fist slammed against the door next to his head. Silence stretched between them for a moment as they both breathed heavily.

“You know, for someone who’s constantly calling me an idiot, you can be pretty stupid.” Kirishima finally spoke. Bakugo should have been pissed at that, but he couldn’t bring himself to get even a little mad. All he could do was give Kirishima a hard stare, no heat in his gaze.

“Yeah, I know. I said some pretty shitty things to you. I shouldn’t have. I… didn’t really mean what I said.” Kirishima’s eyes widened at the half apology, then a small smile turned up the corners of his mouth, much to Bakugo’s surprise.

“If I really thought you meant any of that, then I never knew you at all.” Bakugo felt like the air had been punched from his lungs as relief washed over him. Of course, Kirishima knew. Kirishima always knew him better than anyone else. With a shaky hand, Bakugo reached out to grab a fistful of Kirishima’s shirt and nodded, lowering his gaze as he suddenly felt weak in the knees. “That doesn’t mean you don’t have to apologize, though, you jerk.”

Bakugo’s head snapped up to face the redhead, again, his fist in the fabric tightening. “Kirishima-”

“Eijirou. Call me by my first name.”

Bakugo blinked, caught somewhat off guard, and he felt his heart speed up rapidly in his chest. A small frown etched onto his face, heat rising in his cheeks. “I- Eijiro, I’m sorry. For all the things I said and didn’t mean. I wasn’t angry at you, not really.” His other hand rose to join the one clutching Kirishima’s shirt, grabbing another fistful of fabric and tugging the redhead closer.

“I know. I forgive you.” Kirishima let himself be pulled closer, leaning into Bakugo until their mouths met in a hesitant kiss. It lasted barely a second before Kirishima was pulling back, looking unsure. “Does this mean… that you accept my feelings? I- I don’t want to burden you, Bakugo.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Idiot. If I’m calling you by your first name, then you’re calling me by mine, too.” His features softened as he pulled Kirishima back to him. “Don’t make me fucking spell it out for you.” Bakugo tugged him back in the rest of the way, kissing him with more confidence. Kirishima let out a soft whimper as their tongues mingled together and Bakugo released his shirt in favor of wrapping his arms around his best friend.

Except Kirishima wasn’t his best friend, he was so much more than that. Bakugo felt as though an empty slot had suddenly filled within himself as Kirishima returned the embrace. The wrong had been righted and a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Finally, breathless from their kisses, they broke apart and grins spread across their faces. Kirishima looked a bit sheepish while Bakugo wore a shit-eating grin. They sat down together on the floor and decided to talk about how they’d handle their new relationship. Many of their friends were already aware of how Kirishima felt, but it was anyone’s guess whether Bakugo actually returned those feelings.

Bakugo didn’t care what anyone thought, but Kirishima was still somewhat hesitant to make their relationship known. After some discussion, they decided the dorms were safe enough to be open, but they wouldn’t engage in any affection at school. They mutually agreed that it was best to appear professional or they could risk expulsion. Their discussion turned to lighter topics after that, and more making out, as they talked late into the night until they both fell asleep on the floor.

Bakugo woke up first the next morning, grumbling over his sore back as he sat up. All complaints were forgotten, however, as his gaze fell on his best- no, his boyfriend’s sleeping face. A soft smile graced his features as he thought that the new term fit Kirishima better than ‘best friend’ ever had. Reaching out, he brushed a bit of flat red hair from his face before catching himself and blushing hard. Thank goodness Kirishima slept like a fucking rock.

Getting up, he grabbed his pillow and propped it under Kirishima’s head and threw a blanket over him before heading downstairs to the kitchen to cook breakfast. While he cooked, Kaminari and Sero walked into the kitchen stretching and yawning. At the sight of Bakugo, Kaminari got a devious grin on his face.

“Isn’t that so sweet, Sero? Bakugo is making breakfast for his new boyfriend. Damn, one night and Kirishima’s already got him domesticated.” Bakugo’s hand froze over the stove at Kaminari’s words before slowly turning to him with a hard glare.

“Hah? The fuck did you just say, dunce face? Pretty early to be wishing to get your ass blasted to smithereens.” Bakugo growled, his hand popping with sparks as he aimed it towards Kaminari. Sero stepped between them, hands raised as he tried to placate their explosive friend.

“C’mon, Bakugo, he’s just teasing. Like you said, it’s too early for this.” Kaminari didn’t back down, though.

“Yeah, Bakugo, come on. Just spill the deets! I know Kirishima didn’t go back to his room last night~” Kaminari barely had time to gloat before Bakugo was in his face with an explosion.

“You fucking pervert! I’ll kill you!” Bakugo knew he was red in the face, which didn’t help his case, but he didn’t have long to chase the idiot around the kitchen as Kirishima showed up. Yawning and scratching the back of his neck, Kirishima took in the scene before him with a frown.

“Seriously, you guys? Can you not rile him up this early in the morning? I’m not awake enough to keep him from actually hurting you.” Bakugo seethed, ready to bark back at the redhead for thinking he could stop him, anyway, but a heavy weight pressed against his back as Kirishima draped his arms over his shoulders from behind. Bakugo nearly staggered under the unexpected weight as Kirishima tiredly leaned onto him.

“Stand on your own, idiot! How am I supposed to cook with you hanging on me like this?!” Bakugo growled as Kirishima pouted. Even so, Kirishima’s weight lessened, but he kept his arms draped over Bakugo’s shoulders. Bakugo felt a slight shiver pass down his spine as Kirishima’s face pressed against the side of his neck to watch him cook. “Seriously? I’m not going to cook for you if you keep this up.”

“But I’m tired, Katsuki, and the food smells good.” The pout in Kirishima’s voice was heavy as more of his weight settled onto Bakugo’s back, again.

“Then lean on the fucking counter!” Bakugo growled, shrugging his shoulders lightly in a lame attempt to get Kirishima off of him. He felt a flush crawling up his neck to his face as he realized he could actually feel Kirishima’s pout against his skin. It also didn’t help that he knew that Kaminari and Sero were staring at them. He ducked his head and lowered his voice. “The eggs are gonna burn.”

With a heavy sigh, Kirishima straightened himself and practically rolled his body away from Bakugo to lean on the counter right next to the stove. Bakugo frowned as Kirishima folded his arms on top of the counter and rested his head on top of them to watch him cook with a wide yawn. His ungelled hair fell softly to frame his face and Bakugo couldn’t help but think that it was cute.

Reaching over, he gently pushed some of the red hair back from Kirishima’s face, stroking his cheek a little as he did. “You shouldn’t lean next to the hot stove like that, idiot.” Kirishima only grinned back at him, not budging an inch.

“That’s okay. I can handle the heat.” He snickered as Bakugo’s jaw dropped and his face nearly went atomic.

“You guys sure nothing happened last night? I mean, no one would blame you…” Kaminari’s voice came from behind them where he and Sero had taken a seat at the kitchen island. Kirishima lifted his head to shoot him a disapproving frown.

“Kaminari, that’s-”

Kirishima was quickly cut off as sparks flew from Bakugo’s palm in Kaminari’s direction. “None of your fucking business, dunce face! So shut the hell up about it!” Kaminari lifted his hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay! I’ll drop it, sheesh!” Kaminari rolled his eyes, slumping to rest his chin in his hand on the counter. “Damn, to think Bakugo would lose it, first. Didn’t see that one coming.” Sero glanced over at Bakugo nervously, who was now shaking with anger.

Kirishima placed a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder and squeezed gently before turning a deep frown on Kaminari. “Dude, not cool. Seriously, though, nothing happened. We just had a really long talk, okay?” Bakugo lightly shrugged off Kirishima’s hand so that he could plate their breakfast.

Kaminari huffed. “Okay. I’ll take your word for it, then.” His eyes immediately lit up, however, as Bakugo nearly slammed an omelette in front of him. “Oh, nice, a rice omelette! What’s the occasion?” Another one was set in front of Sero, who gave his thanks to the chef.

Kirishima was given two omelettes and Bakugo took one for himself before heading to the commons to eat, yelling something about how Kaminari didn’t even deserve one. Kirishima beamed as he began to follow Bakugo. “They’re my favorite breakfast,” he told Kaminari as he slipped from the kitchen.

As the two of them ate together, they found themselves falling back into their normal, easy companionship. Kirishima chatted between bites at times while Bakugo would answer occasionally in his short, gruff way. The only difference was their thighs pressed together and the soft smiles that passed between them in the silence while they chewed.

Just as they had finished eating, standing up to clean their dishes, Aizawa came into the dorms. “Bakugo. I need you to come with me to my office. I got a complaint about the misuse of quirks outside of the school.” Bakugo let out an annoyed ‘tsk’, but didn’t argue. Kirishima took his plate from him with a worried expression. Without a word of reassurance, Bakugo turned to follow their teacher, hands shoved into his pockets, and left the cleaning up to the redhead.

It was nearly lunch by the time Bakugo returned to the dorms and most of their class was gathered in the commons, including Kirishima. His entrance had gone unnoticed and Bakugo paused behind the couch, staring at the back of Kirishima’s head with a small frown. His gaze traced the soft strands of red hair and the way that it rested against the curve of Kirishima’s neck, admiring how it moved subtly with every movement of his head.

With sudden realization, Bakugo found that it was all familiar to him, but he’d never really taken the time to appreciate the view. His boyfriend was manly, sure, but he was also damn gorgeous. As though driven by some unknown force, Bakugo approached Kirishima from behind and wrapped his arms around him.

Kirishima went completely still, rigid with surprise as Bakugo pressed an open mouthed kiss against his jaw, just below the ear. “Go get dressed.” He whispered huskily into Kirishima’s ear. “I’m gonna shower and then we’re going on a date.” Bakugo grinned, ignoring the stares of their classmates as Kirishima’s skin darkened to match his hair color. Without waiting for an answer, Bakugo straightened and headed for the showers.

Twenty minutes later, they met in the foyer. When Bakugo came down in his jeans and a black button down with the top two buttons undone, he came up short as his breath left him at the sight of Kirishima. The redhead had finally spiked up his hair and was speaking casually with Pink Cheeks. With jeans that hugged him in all the right places and his favorite Crimson Riot t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest, Kirishima was drool-worthy in his leather jacket.

He didn’t have enough time to catch his breath as he approached Kirishima. A curt look was all it took to shut up Uraraka and send her on her way as she turned even pinker. Kirishima turned towards Bakugo and blushed brightly, reaching up to rub the back of his own neck nervously.

“You, um, you look nice, Katsuki.” Kirishima shot him a nervous smile that Bakugo returned in confidence.

“Of course, I do. You look fucking hot, though.” Bakugo snickered as Kirishima’s blush deepened while his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. The redhead immediately became too flustered at the unexpected compliment to do anything but stand there in a mild panic, so Bakugo shoved him out the door. “C’mon. I’m fucking starving. You can gay panic later, idiot.”

This seemed to snap Kirishima out of it as his steps turned from barely a shuffle to full strides. “I wasn’t- I- You never say stuff like that! How am I supposed to react?!” Bakugo barked out a laugh at that.

“You say ‘thank you’ and move the fuck on.” Kirishima pouted a little, but still muttered his thanks as the two of them left school grounds for the nearby shopping district. Bakugo led them to one of his favorite places to eat where Kirishima could get a meat dish and he could still get himself something that was plenty spicy to suit his own tastes.

While they waited for their food, Kirishima asked about what happened with Aizawa and Bakugo explained how he’d used his quirk to blast himself down the mountainside. Kirishima laughed, delighted that he was important enough to risk getting in trouble for. Bakugo shrugged it off, though.

He’d barely gotten a slap on the wrist since there was minimal damage to the environment. Just some minor scorch marks on the ground where he’d launched himself and a few near where he landed. Bakugo explained the reason he’d taken so long was because, as punishment, Aizawa had made him run laps and do fifty push ups between each one. This made Kirishima cringe slightly as he expressed his sympathy, but Bakugo shrugged that off as well.

After they’d eaten, they decided to take a walk around the district and look at the different shops as they strolled by. Kirishima spoke excitedly about a few of the shops, Bakugo quietly giving special attention to the things the redhead expressed interest in. After a while, though, Kirishima fell silent.

A block and a half later, when Kirishima still hadn’t spoken, Bakugo glanced over to see him plucking nervously at his jacket. Letting out a huff, he bumped his shoulder against the redhead’s to get his attention. “Spit it out, Ei. What’s on your mind?” Kirishima spluttered a bit at the nickname, his steps slowing until he finally stopped. Bakugo stopped a couple steps ahead, turning around to wait patiently for Kirishima to say what was on his mind.

“Eijirou.” Kirishima’s gaze snapped up at Bakugo calling his name, his arms pressing against his sides as he stopped fidgeting with his jacket.

“Sorry, um, it’s just…,” Kirishima hesitated, “I know we’re on a date, right now. It’s just that… you haven’t actually said how you feel. We didn’t bring it up, really, when we talked about our relationship last night. I feel like I’ve just been assuming and that maybe you’re humoring me so that we can just be friends, again.” Bakugo blinked at him as a long silence stretched between them.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Kirishima flinched at Bakugo’s harsh words, then ducked his head as his face flushed. Bakugo crossed the distance between them and grabbed a fistful of Kirishima’s shirt, nearly snarling. “What did you say yesterday about knowing me? Tell me, would I go to the trouble if we were just going to be friends? What part of our friendship made you think that I was a liar?” Kirishima’s gaze snapped up to Bakugo’s in a panic.

Firm hands met the fist on Kirishima’s shirt. “No! No, that’s not what I meant! I’m sorry, I’m not always good with my words. I just… It’s just that you’re acting so differently than you usually do and, and I’m so surprised. I really thought you were going to turn me down.” Bakugo eased his hold on Kirishima’s shirt, finally letting go as he stepped back and glanced away.

“Oh. That.” Bakugo chewed his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to figure out what to say. “I’m not good at this whole… feeling thing, but…,” His gaze lifted to meet Kirishima’s, “Up on that mountain, I realized a lot of things. You were supposed to be there with me, and you weren’t. It felt wrong, and it just- it wasn’t the same without you.” He barely got the words out before strong arms were embracing him and Bakugo closed his eyes, finally feeling as though everything was right as he hugged Kirishima back.

#my work #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugo katsuki #kirishima ejirou #bakukiri #kiribaku #bakugo x kirishima #kirishima x bakugo

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tearsofsyrup · 5 years

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troublemaker

— It’s difficult to ignore the wet dream you had when its starring lead is sitting right across from you. In a sleeveless shirt, no less.

pairing. lee jihoon / reader

genre. smut, f2l au(?), uni au

word count. 3.3k

warnings. explicit descriptions of sexual activity, profanity, pining™

notes. an accurate depiction of what I would be like in this man’s presence. yikes.

You had never wished more for the ground beneath you to open up, swallow you whole and keep you buried away forever.

When Seokmin had texted you to go with him and Soonyoung for a coffee, you had accepted the invitation ardently, thinking that the distraction would do you some good that morning. But Seokmin had failed to mention that you weren’t the only ones that were going, as you ended up taking a tense seat across from Jihoon when you arrived, panicked red rising to bloom across your cheeks after you had snapped your stare away from him the moment you had spotted him.

Logically, there was no reason as to why Seokmin would have warned you of that certain boy’s presence, as only yesterday the verb ‘warn’ would never have been associated with the boy. A friend of many years, the young man who had helped you with chemistry in middle school, someone you had confided in when your parents divorced in your junior year of high school, the person you had shared knowing looks with when your friends were acting too silly for your liking. For Seokmin to have given you a heads up regarding Jihoon’s attendance would have made no sense whatsoever.

Because he didn’t know about the endlessly unexpected and extremely inappropriate dream you’d had of said man that night. And he didn’t know that this trip to the campus’ nearest café was supposed to be your way of keeping your mind off of Jihoon, as ever since you had woken up that morning, flushed and needy, self-painted images of Jihoon had kept flashing across your eyelids.

And Jihoon himself didn’t know either, seeing as he had chosen to wear a sleeveless shirt in the late-summer heat, that spared no expense in displaying his smooth yet sinewy arms and shoulders.

Fucked, was what you were. And not in the pleasant way you had imagined that night.

Gulp.

“Ah, thank god there’s an AC in here, I can’t stand the heat,” Soonyoung complained, causing Seungcheol and Jeonghan to exhale short words of agreement. You kept your focus in that direction, your heart still hammering in your chest from being in proximity of Jihoon when you hadn’t prepared for it, refusing to look at him in fear of what it might do to you.

“It’s so humid, too. Taking showers feels useless, suddenly,” Seokmin added and you nodded your head stiffly.

“Not that Soonyoung takes any showers, anyway, the dirty bastard.” Everyone snickered at Jeonghan’s remark, except Soonyoung who began protesting immediately. And you, whose reaction was belated in your state of nervousness.

It was just a dream, just a dream. No matter how detailed and real it felt, it was just a dream. It’s meaningless and thinking of it is useless. That’s the same Jihoon I’ve known since I was twelve, nothing has changed. It was just a-

“(Y/N) seems overheated, too,” Jeonghan stated, snapping you out of where you’d been staring aimlessly at the wooden table in front of you. You could see Jihoon - along with everyone else, staring at you through your peripherals. “She’s all red and... dazed-looking.” Shit. “You should get a cold drink, maybe.”

“Yeah, yeah. I was going to,” you all but squeaked out.

“Ah, me too,” Soonyoung replied quickly and you mentally thanked him for diverting the attention away from you, despite it very likely having been unintentional. “I ain’t drinking coffee in this heat.”

“Or maybe an iced coffee, huh?” Seokmin questioned, then turning to you for confirmation. You didn’t have time to answer before another voice butted in.

“(Y/N) hates coffee, you dummy.”

You stiffened.

His voice.

The rest of your company became busy with teasingly scolding Seokmin for having forgotten such a fact, even though you would bet none of them had remembered it either.

You were forcing your eyes to stay on Seokmin, as you felt a renewed heat begin boiling throughout your face after having been met with Jihoon’s voice for the first time since that morning. Why his voice - which you had heard an infinite amount of times before, was garnering such a massive internal reaction from you, you did not have time to question. You were too caught up in trying to calm yourself back down.

His soft praises whispered in your ear, pink lips brushing over your lobe before traveling downwards to place gentle kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck. Hushed sighs as he pressed his hips into yours, your back flush against the wall as he trapped you there with his body. Lighthearted giggles whenever you did something he then called “cute”.

The pit of your stomach tightened.

Double-gulp.

If Jeonghan thought you were noticeably red a second ago, there was no knowing what he thought of your shade now. So you dipped your head, praying that at least Jihoon wouldn’t notice your odd behavior. You convinced yourself that you couldn’t feel his stare on you as your gaze dove into your own lap.

It was soon decided that Jeonghan and Soonyoung would go order for the whole table, despite there being a few people that had failed to arrive yet. As conversation was born among the three other people left at the table, you watched your fingers fidget anxiously in your lap as you tried to think about anything and everything that could not be connected to the man almost touching feet with you. It was hard not to think of someone when the only other thing you could think of was not thinking of him. You wished you could interrogate your brain and ask it why it would place you in such a bizarre, uncomfortable situation, but no answers came when you tried.

Pursing your lips in frustration, your back slumped a fraction, toes curling against the soles of your shoes as if it would somehow help you in trying not to remember the scenes that-

“Hey, you okay?”

Your head snapped up involuntarily and your stare found a wide-eyed Jihoon.

Lungs forgetting to breathe for a second, your body froze and the tips of your ears grew uncomfortably hot.

He looked absolutely gorgeous, you thought. The charming shape of his eyes, the firm curve of his jaw, the bleached, fluffy ends of his bangs. The curious and soft gaze that pierced you still. Despite looking the exact same as he had a couple of days earlier, you felt breathless. Images of the way you had seen him in your dream quickly dove to the forefront of your mind and you returned to reality with an all but violent landing, willing your body to begin functioning again.

His face hovering over yours, eyelids hanging low, lips parted and panting against your-

“I’m fine.” You forced your eyes to stay trained on his face, the alluring display of his bare arms teasing you in the corners of where your sight turned blurry.

His prettily shaped eyebrows furrowed, obviously sensing that something was wrong. You then realized that your right leg was bouncing nervously underneath the table.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you added, turning to meet Seokmin’s face so you could will yourself to smile in feigned reassurance.

His lips curled slightly in response and you wondered if your inner turmoil wasn’t as visible as you feared. But you also knew that Jihoon was impressively perceptive, so you didn’t dare glancing his way again to observe his reaction.

That was until a few minutes of staring out through the window had passed and Jihoon’s wonderfully contagious and disarming laughter bloomed throughout the air around your table. You had tuned out the conversation that was happening beside you and thankfully nobody had seemed to notice, being too passionate about whatever they were discussing. But the tones of Jihoon’s guffaws hooked you in without wasting a second and you couldn’t stop your head from turning to sneak the tiniest glance.

His smile was heart-stopping while directed at Seungcheol, eyes curved in the same way they had been in your dream, lips pink and soft-looking as they formed a pleasant shape around his pearly teeth.

He stared at you with an unmistakable intensity, nose a mere inch apart from yours as a smirk curled his lips. You knew what he wanted and realized you wanted it to, staring expectantly back at him before he caught his lower lip between his teeth. Smiling cheekily, you leaned forward and he met you half-way, lean fingers curving around your waist.

Digits burying in the dry tresses of his hair, you willed him closer, his warm tongue curling into yours and producing a moan from your panting chest. He chuckled cutely then, fingers traveling to find a featherlight hold on your neck as he separated your mouths, dark gaze locking with yours.

The veins along his neck strained gently against his smooth skin, hushed laughs escaping his throat as Seungcheol continued talking. You swallowed the saliva that began piling along your tongue.

Your eyes landed on the exposed span of Jihoon’s neck where it poked out from underneath his button-up. Diving in and licking the skin there, Jihoon sighed above you and you felt heat pooling in the space between your legs. His palms held you against him by your back, face bending forward to nip at your earlobe with a soft grunt before silky, melodic notes were whispered into the shell of your ear.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, you have no idea.”

Your muscles physically jumped as Soonyoung’s loud voice broke you out of your daydream, him and Jeonghan having returned with everyone’s orders. Cheeks thriving with a fiery blush, you fell forward to hide your face as you began sipping on your iced tea when Jeonghan handed it over, heart pounding loudly beneath the bars of your rib cage. Your focus set solely on the surface of the table before you, you surprisingly managed to feel thankful somewhere in the back of your panicked mind. Because the way your thighs were pressed together was shielded from anyone’s prying eye and most importantly, Jihoon’s.

Jesus, I’m so fucked.

Conversations advanced. It took you a moment to gather yourself before you were fit to participate in the socialization, hoping that doing so would help in not gardering too much suspicion. But you refused to look at Jihoon again, now completely aware of how your mind - and body, would react if you did. And you fought a good fight, almost forgetting about your obscure situation for a while as you discussed ice cream flavors with a fervent Soonyoung and protesting Seokmin. You nearly wanted to pat yourself on the back for momentarily stepping out of your self-pity and mortification, but it seemed you were jinxing yourself by just thinking the thought.

“Remember when Taehyung broke up with you in high school and you showed up at my house at eleven at night, telling me that we were gonna buy a shit ton of Ben & Jerry’s to decide which flavor was the best?” Jihoon chuckled at the memory and you watched him with a tight throat, his eyes on you suddenly such a heavy, stifling weight to carry. Your lips formed a thin line.

“What, really?” Seungcheol questioned, fascinated by the information.

Jihoon’s happy giggles returned and your heart flipped, the feeling making your eyes widen in panic.

“Yeah. Our allowances really suffered that weekend.” Jihoon’s gaze returned to you from where he had acknowledged Seungcheol and your shoulders tensed. “But it was a lot of fun, actually.” A wide smile flourished across his cheeks.

Fuck, don’t look at me like that, idiot. Not today.

You nodded hastily, forcing out a huff of a laughter as you averted your stare to your drink.

“So, which flavor won?” Soonyoung asked curiously.

A moment passed before the subject of your current... whatever it was, spoke again.

“Do you remember?” he finally asked you.

Forcing your attention to turn to Soonyoung, you cleared your throat before responding.

“We couldn’t decide between Chocolate Fudge Brownie and Phish Food. Honestly, I still kind of can’t.”

Your mind flitted back to the way you had sat cross-legged opposite each other on Jihoon’s bed that night, spilling chocolate to stain his blue sheets as he entertained you in your heartbroken state. He had turned his essay in late the following week because of you and when you found out, all he had done was smile, reassuring you that it was all worth it. He had always been such a good friend.

Friend.

Friends don’t dream of fucking friends.

You inhaled sharply as a heated discussion about different flavors of Ben & Jerry’s pursued and you leaned back to take a step out of the conversation. You let yourself remember the previous weekend, when you had celebrated Jeonghan’s friend’s birthday, sat comfortably on a cheap couch with your shoulder pressed into Jihoon’s, sharing a bottle of raspberry liquor and talking nothing but nonsense. Two friends being friendly and enjoying their very friendly time together. A longing for returning to that moment ached in your chest.

You wondered when your subconscious view of Jihoon had changed, and why. And how you could change it back.

Or have I always seen him that way?

Before you realized it, your eyes found him again. He looked relaxed and happy, laughing at Soonyoung’s dramatic comments and Jeonghan’s mean but playful jabs. He looked like the Jihoon you had known all of your life. Except his smile shined brighter, his eyes burned warmer, his skin gleamed smoother, his hair bounced airier, his voice rang prettier. The mere view of him caused your heart to skip a bit.

Jihoon laughed heartily, probably at whatever Soonyoung was shouting about, and raised a hand to thread through his hair. His forearm caught your attention, which it kept until it dropped back onto the table to lean on it. Your gaze danced along the naked skin of his arms, watching observantly as his muscles visibly flexed with his movement. He turned a bit to the side then, exposing a sneak peek of his torso through the dip of his tank top and you swore you could feel your pupils dilating.

The grip around your iced tea tightened.

Your nails dug into Jihoon’s bicep as you straddled him on the bed, grinding your crotch down to meet his, your dampened underwear rubbing against the zipper of his jeans with fervor. Carefree moans poured out of your parted lips as Jihoon leaned into kiss and lick at your perked nipples, hands on the small of your back to steady you. You looked down and he met your gaze, an infinitely attractive smile caging you under his spell.

“You look so cute right now, (Y/N).”

The muscles in his shoulders flexed as his hands gripped your thighs from where he was now settling between your legs, pouty lips leaving a glistening trail of saliva along your inner thighs as he kissed his way to the pulsing heat found between them. His dark eyes pierced you from under his fair strands of hair as he looked up at you dangerously, and it set butterflies off to begin panicking in the deepest part of your belly. Jihoon’s lips curled around the swollen, pink bud between your legs and you cried out blissfully.

His biceps flexed when he steadied himself above you, a breathy grunt slipping his gleaming lips while he slowly pushed himself into you, watching you unerringly as you let him intrude you and stretch you to fit him perfectly. Mouth curling into an addictive smile, he trusted slowly, tall fingers intertwining with your own while his forehead settled against yours.

“You’re so pretty, letting me fuck you like this.”

His wet lips met yours and you basically melted under him. He giggled breathlessly.

“I love you.”

The way your teeth were pinching your cheek harshly was what eventually carried you back into the real world, two dents having formed in your plastic cup under the pressure of your fingertips. Your heartbeat was all but erratic, pumping hot red into the apples of your cheeks and the space below your navel. An uncomfortable stickiness had made itself known in the warmth of your crotch, thighs clamping together as to relieve the need for pressure. Lastly, you found that you were all but panting.

Jihoon’s veiny arms and hands still laid victim to your fierce glare, teeth coming down to nip at your bottom lip before you could stop yourself. You knew you could stare at his arms all day and never even think to complain. Moments earlier, that thought might have made you panic but now, you didn’t care what all of this entailed. You just wanted him to hold you with those arms, grip your wrists with those hands, make you squirm with those fingers.

Caught in a complete trance, your gaze lifted slowly but then it stopped dead in its tracks, your whole being growing rigid in the matter of a split second.

Jihoon was staring right back at you, wide eyes meeting your half-lidded, dilated ones.

For how long has he been looking at me?

You could feel the hot blood draining from your face, heart stopping for a concerning amount of time while your lungs had frozen still, teeth releasing their grip on your lip. It felt as though you were shaking yet completely unmoving at the same time, unable to look away as he kept his sight steadfast on you. His eyes reminded you so much of the way they had watched you in your dream and made you feel like you were dreaming now, too. The briefest hint of nausea stung in your chest at your escalating panic.

But then Jihoon’s lips formed a knowing smirk and your heart shot into the middle of your throat.

Boiling blood came rushing back into your face, heartbeat picking up a wild and untamed pace and the pit of your stomach churned as it did somersaults. Your mind was nothing less than a chaotic tornado of confusion, mortification and bewilderment, threatening to render you dizzy.

Jihoon kept your gaze, the curved slits of his eyes penetrating your impossibly wide ones, untold secrets dancing behind the windows to his soul. It made you feel small and clueless, as if you were the unknowing one left in the shadows of something he knew and not the other way around.

The gulp that fought its way down the tight walls of your throat almost hurt in its decent, your hands clammy and heartbeat pounding obnoxiously in your ears.

Jihoon’s smirk widened a fraction more and you felt naked.

What is he trying to tell me?

“Hey, guys!”

Jihoon finally released your stare at the bright voices that had called out, Sojung and Hana having appeared beside you. Everyone in your company turned to greet the two girls and even though you managed to tilt your head to watch them, too, you voice was stuck somewhere deep in your chest, pure disbelief and fear aching there.

“Sit down, sit down,” you heard Seokmin insist.

Hana rounded the table to plop down next to Jeonghan while Sojung found her premeditated place beside Jihoon. You watched the latter two smile at each other sweetly before Sojung placed a brief peck on Jihoon’s pink upper lip in a personalized greeting reserved only for her boyfriend. Your nails dug into the palms of your hands.

The way they looked at each other reminded you of their first interaction during your freshmen year of college, when you had introduced the two to one another on Halloween. Sojung claimed she would always owe you a favor for having helped her meet her The One. For the first time, the notion left a bitter taste on your tongue.

“(Y/N), you good?”

Sojung’s voice successfully caught your attention, your expressionless face turning to meet her properly. You could see Jihoon also staring at you in the corner of your eye.

Exhale.

“I’m great.”

You were in serious trouble.

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stxphxn-strange · 4 years

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what? a beautiful wedding? pt. 3

a/n: even i don’t know what the fuck is happening in this fic anymore... anyway same rules, still following this au and links to parts 1 and 2 are hyperlinked, enjoy!

“We should hang up,” Stephen whispered, his suggestion coming through gritted teeth.

Pepper took care of this, mumbling a goodbye greeting and hanging up the phone as her hands shook. “I have to go get my bridesmaid dress, Christine.”

“Where is it? I’ll walk with you,” Christine said, her head spinning with this sudden information.

“No, Chris you don’t have to—”

“Come on, it’s just another Potts-Palmer adventure! Even if we are just walking around this hotel,” Christine insisted.

She wasn’t going to force the issue, not yet. She didn’t want Pepper to dismiss her or run away from the topic, it was something they needed to talk about. Plus, Christine’s declaration of her own feelings had to come before the wedding, just like Pepper’s confession had. Christine sighed as she and Pepper left the room, feeling like she was leaving something behind as she crossed the threshold. Maybe she was about to.

They were silent as they traveled through the hallway, their dangling hands brushing and creating static with each step.

“What floor?” Christine asked quietly. She was overcome with shyness as they boarded the elevator.

“Eight (8),” Pepper replied, her voice equally soft. She tried to keep her voice steady, focused intensely on her shoes.

Christine felt a spark as she pressed the button for the eighth floor, and the spark didn’t just come from the elevator button. “Hey Pepper?”

“If you’re going to say that you’re sorry, that you’re my best friend no matter what, but that you don’t feel the same way, then I know. You don’t have to tell me,” Pepper said, her voice short and shaking.

“But what would you say if you had that last part all wrong?” Christine asked, her hands and throat clamming up.

“What?” Pepper replied, her voice so hushed that the elevator gears were louder than her.

“Sometimes I do wonder what things would be like if we were together, I wonder how it would feel to finally just kiss you,” Christine confessed.

“What?” Pepper repeated. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, and just as she was about to pinch herself and make sure this wasn’t all a dream, Christine kissed her.

Christine surrendered to her heart in that moment, her wedding gown slipping out of her grasp as she leaned forward and kissed Pepper.

She was kissing her best friend, finally able to admit to herself that she had feelings for Pepper too. But the elevator dinged, announcing their arrival on the eighth floor, and Christine crashed back to reality. She picked up her dress, briskly walking out of the elevator.

“My room is this way,” Pepper said, rushing past Christine with dutiful, slightly embarrassed strides.

There was no talk of the kiss as they walked through the hallway, no mention of Christine’s smudged lipstick until they arrived in Pepper’s room.

Even though all of the bridesmaids on both sides were using hotel rooms as dressing rooms, there was no one else in the room when Christine and Pepper arrived. That was probably for the best, as Pepper saw another opportunity to kiss Christine.

She consented when Pepper shyly asked, getting swept up into the throes another loving kiss.

She was kissing her best friend again.

She was kissing her best friend, not her fiancée who she was set to marry in under 2 hours!

What was she doing?

Christine pulled away. “Pepper, I love you. You’re one of the most important people in my life, and you’ll always mean everything to me in a way that can’t be replaced… but I can’t do this.”

“But I… I told you how I feel,” Pepper whispered.

“I know, and I—”

“And you said you felt the same way!”

“I do, or I did, or… fuck I don’t know. All I’m certain of is that I want to marry Hope today, and I’m so sorry for leading you on like this just now,” Christine said. “I’d love if you could find it in your heart to one day forgive me, I want to believe you’ll still be my best friend, and will you still be my maid of honor today? This wedding won’t be the same without you.”

Pepper was quiet for a minute, taking a deep, drawn out breath. “What kind of friend would I be if I ditched you on your wedding day over a misunderstanding?”

Christine sighed in relief. “You’re the best ever and I love you so much, thank you!”

“Don’t worry about it,” Pepper said, with a strained laugh. “It’s just part of our Potts-Palmer adventure. By the way, you have to fix your lipstick.”

++++

“On the one hand I’m glad Pepper was able to tell her, but I know she didn’t want it to be this way,” Anthony said.

“Pepper wanted to tell who? What?” A new voice asked. “Surprise!”

Anthony turned around and smiled, albeit nervously, at Hope. “Hi Hope!”

“Is there tea that hasn’t made it to the groupchat yet?” Hope asked, giving the boys a hug and sitting down where her fianceé once was.

Both Stephen and Anthony quickly shook their heads.

Hope’s face lit up. “Oh, was she talking about the pro—”

“That’s not what today is about,” Stephen said. “Are you looking for Christine?”

“Nah, I passed her while I was on my way down here. Is everyone here, by the way?” Hope replied. “From our friend group I mean.”

“I think so,” Anthony said. “Did the Odinsons get the confetti from your room? And why do you even have confetti?”

“I brought it specifically for them,” Hope said. “I can’t have them throwing model planes around, so I decided to compromise and give them confetti.”

“Who the fuck brings model planes to a wedding?” Stephen asked. “What are you going to do, release them like you’d release the doves?”

Hope shrugged, ordering a drink and looking around at the crowd in the lobby. “I can’t believe I’m getting married.”

“Did you get the gift my sister sent, by the way? I don’t know what it was, she refused to tell me,” Anthony said.

“I did! She sent a really nice gift basket,” Hope replied. “I don’t know why she wouldn’t tell you that.”

“Apparently I, as Natasha put it, ‘don’t require that information’ or whatever,” Anthony said. “We know she loves her secrets. She insisted on sending something even though you’ve never met, I would do the same.”

“Don’t I deserve all the gifts?” Hope teased. “Anyway, I came down to ask if anyone knows where Carol is. Since you guys are the first people I’ve seen, do you know where Carol is?”

“With Val, Bruce, and the Odinsons,” Stephen replied. “But I don’t know where they are other than that.”

“They set the confetti cannon off earlier and then split, apparently,” Anthony added.

“None of that is really helpful,” Hope deadpanned. “But that’s fine. I love you guys anyway, I’m going to go find her.”

Stephen sighed in relief(?) or something akin to it once Hope was out of sight. “Anthony I can’t take all of these close calls, it’s too much.”

Even though his tone was light, even humorous, Anthony could sense that Stephen was incredibly anxious. He was beginning to tremble, even as Anthony pulled him into a hug.

“It’s going to be okay,” he soothed.

“All I want is for today to go well, without any of our friends accidentally getting hurt. I don’t want to be the one who sets off a chain of bad things happening!” Stephen fretted.

“You won’t baby, I promise,” Anthony replied. He had no way of knowing that, which Stephen pointed out, but it was what he wanted to hear anyway.

“What if I ruin everything?” Stephen asked.

“You couldn’t ruin a thing if you tried,” Anthony said. “You’re not controlling whatever happens today, except maybe getting Rhodey and T’challa together. We can point those two (2) in the right direction, but this wedding is out of our control, okay?”

Stephen nodded, adding a final squeeze to his hug before returning to his seat and his seltzer. A quick glance at his phone revealed that it was blowing up… not literally, but overheating and lighting up like a siren with new messages.

“Okay two (2) things,” he said, his eyes nervously scanning the screen. “Christine wants everyone to sit down… and Pepper kissed her.”

“No she didn’t,” Anthony replied. But she did. The proof was there, in front of him, in iMessage writing. “Good for Pep.”

“What could this mean for the wedding?” Stephen asked, standing up and taking Anthony’s hand.

“I guess we’re going to find out.”

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musette22 · 5 years

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(If Paradise Is) Half as Nice

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan)

Rating: E (18+)

Word count: 2370

A/N: This is the first fic in my 700 followers celebration! I’ll be posting a short fic every Sunday for the next five weeks. As some of you may have noticed, I’ve been going on about Sebastian’s obvious praise kink quite a lot lately :p Some of you asked me to write the fic, so I did 😇

Read it on AO3

The late afternoon sun has a way of making Sebastian’s skin glow like the light’s coming from the inside out, painting him golden and luminous and making it impossible for Chris to take his eyes off him for even a second.

It’s rare for them to have a whole weekend together, much as Chris wishes it were different, but when it happens, they try and make the most of it. This time, they’re staying at a friend’s cabin on the lake and they’ve been spending most of the weekend so far just reading, swimming, and dozing on the grass.

Sebastian has had his eyes closed for a good fifteen minutes now, not that Chris has been counting, his breaths even and light, chest rising and falling in a soothing rhythm that makes Chris feel calm and contented.

Sebastian is drinking in the sunshine, and Chris is drinking in Sebastian.

“I can feel you staring, Chris,” Sebastian murmurs suddenly, startling Chris a little. “Quit it, it’s creepy.”

Given the hint of a smile on Seb’s lips, though, Chris can’t feel too bad about getting caught. He pushes himself up on his right elbow, figuring he may as well get comfortable now that he doesn’t have to be sneaky about it anymore.

“Can’t help myself,” he admits, keeping his voice down despite the fact there’s no one around for miles and miles. “You’re just so fuckin’ beautiful, baby.”

Sebastian huffs, cranking open one eye to level Chris with a look. “Alright, Casanova. The sun gone to your head or something?”

“I mean it,” Chris insists, smiling down at him. “You look like a swimwear model, you know that? Wish I had my camera on me, it’s a damn shame no one’s recording this.”

This time, Sebastian full on rolls his eyes, but there’s a blush on his cheeks now, visible even despite the sun. Chris feels a little thrill at having put it there and instantly wants to see more of it, so he continues, “You know, I still can’t believe you’re mine sometimes.” Lifting his left hand to Sebastian’s face, he lightly strokes the sharp edge of his jawline with the tip of his index finger. “Look at you. If I’m not the luckiest sonuvabitch on the planet then I don’t know who is.”

“Oh, god,” Sebastian groans, covering his burning face with his hands.

“No, don’t hide, baby,” Chris coos, carefully prying Seb’s fingers away from his face. “C’mon, look at me.” When Seb reluctantly lets his hands fall away, Chris makes sure to look him straight in the eye before adding, “Face that pretty face should never be covered up.”

Sebastian’s breath hitches, his gaze locking onto Chris’, making his heart thump heavily in his chest.

“God, your eyes,” Chris breathes, mind conjuring up trite analogies with the open ocean, that elusive point where the sky meets the sea and all that jazz. Still, whoever said that the eyes are the windows to the soul was damn right in Sebastian’s case, because his are bright and beautiful and full of love. “I could look into those eyes for days and not once get bored.” He huffs a laugh. “Trust me, I know how cliché that sounds, but I mean it. I really do.”

Sebastian’s gaze is open and trusting now as he looks up at him, just soaking up his words, and Chris adores it when he gets like this. It makes him want to take care of him, even more than he usually does.

“And your smile,” he goes on, really gathering steam now. “Oh, honey, your smile is my favorite thing in the whole world. The way it lights up your face… It just takes my breath away every time, I swear to god.”

Gently, Chris touches his finger to the tip of Seb’s nose, making him scrunch up his face just a little, crinkling up his nose, and Chris lets out a groan. “Baby,” he says, clutching his chest dramatically. “Baby, don’t do this to me. I can’t handle it, it’s too fucking cute.” Leaning down, he presses a quick kiss to Sebastian’s cheek, just above the corner of his mouth.

Sebastian lets out a soft sigh, closing his eyes for just a moment. When he opens them again and refocuses on Chris face, they’re darker already, black threatening to swallow up ocean grey.

Slowly, Chris lets his fingers trail down to Sebastian’s lips, lightly brushing the pads over the soft, plump curve of them. “And this mouth… sweetheart, this mouth makes me lose my fucking mind. It’s a menace, you know that, right? I only gotta look at it and I get all hot, thinking of all the things it can do, the way it tastes, how it feels on my skin, fuck–”

He presses the tips of his index and middle finger against Seb’s lips, silently asking him to part them, which he does without hesitation. Chris pushes his fingers past those sinful lips, into the wet heat of him, pressing against the enticing, velvety softness of his tongue. When Sebastian closes his lips around them, suckling gently while keeping his eyes locked with Chris, the sensation shoots straight to Chris already half-hard cock.

It’s so tempting to give in and just have Sebastian there and then, to stop playing around and just take what he needs from him, but that’s not what this is about. This, right here, is all about Sebastian, and Chris is not even close to being done with him yet.

Focus, Chris tells himself.

Reluctantly, he withdraws his fingers, only to trace a wet trail down Seb’s throat, over his collarbone and further south, noticing with delight how Sebastian’s breath picks up, starts growing erratic. When his forefinger brushes, feather-light, over Seb’s right nipple, Sebastian jerks.

“Ah, ah,” he breathes, and Chris hums, rubs the hardening peak more firmly, pinching it lightly between his thumb and his forefinger, the motion slow and deliberate because he knows it drives his baby wild.

When Sebastian’s hand shoots up and curls around Chris’ wrist, Chris shakes his head.

“Uh uh, sweetheart,” he chides gently. “No touching. All I need you to do right now is just lay back, can you do that for me? Can you be a good boy for me and just let me love on you a little?”

Sebastian looks up at him with big, pleading eyes for a moment, before suddenly deflating, giving a tiny nod. He bites down on his lower lip, and Chris heart does something funny inside his chest.

“Oh, that’s sweet of you.” His gentle tone is at odds with the way he’s now fondling the left side of Sebastian’s chest, teasing his other nipple with just a hint of nail. “Such a good boy.”

Chris watches his words take effect, sees how they cause Sebastian’s eyes to glaze over and his breathing to speed up to the point where he’s almost panting.

Leaning closer, Chris murmurs, “I just can’t think when I’m around you, sweetheart. It’s crazy how much I want you, every damn minute of every day. Doesn’t matter how many times I’ve had you before, I just wanna have you again –” he presses a light kiss to Sebastian’s lips, “and again,” – another kiss – “and again.”

Seb makes a small, involuntary sound, his hands curling into fists where they lie at his sides but otherwise staying completely still, as instructed.

“I get so distracted when you’re near me,” Chris continues softly, lips ghosting over Sebastian’s. “Doesn’t matter where we are, or who we’re with, I’ll just be sittin’ there, imagining all these things… Oh, honey, the things I’d do to you. I’d kiss you ‘till you can’t breathe…”

He kisses Seb for real then, their mouths open and hot, tongues sliding together slick and slow, causing Chris skin to tingle all the way down to the soles of his feet. Sebastian, for his part, is almost vibrating beneath him with the effort of holding still, of not reaching up to touch Chris like he’s yearning to. He manages to check himself, though, just about keeps himself from giving in to the urge, and Chris is so proud of him he could cry.

When he finally draws back, eliciting an honest to god whine from Sebastian, he strokes Seb’s hair back off his forehead. “Shhh, baby,” he coos. “Shhh, it’s okay, just relax, yeah?”

He waits a few moments, just long enough for Sebastian to calm down a little. “So I'll be sitting there, thinking about how I’d undress you, how I'd slowly get you naked, all that perfect, smooth skin laid out for me to get my mouth on. I’d kiss you all over, lick every inch of that perfect body –”

Ducking his head, Chris softly presses his lips to the overheated skin of Sebastian’s throat, feeling the way his breath catches in his throat. Seb tilts his head back, silently asking for more, but Chris doesn’t do anything else just yet, just focuses on keeping up the steady stream of praise and filth.

“And then,” he whispers, voice gone dark and a little rough, “then, I’d spread you open, nice and wide so I can get my mouth on that pretty little hole.” Chris moans quietly, like he’s going down on Seb right now instead of just talking him up. “Mmm, baby, you feel so good on my tongue, you know that? Best thing I’ve ever tasted. And you’ll let me tease you a little, won’t you? Let me lick and suck at your hole ‘till you’re all raw and wet, and then I’ll push my tongue inside, deep as it’ll go. Use my fingers too, stick ‘em in with my tongue, rubbing you all slow and deep while you’re making all these sweet little sounds underneath me…”

Sebastian whimpers, back arching off the floor, and Chris smiles to himself.

“Yeah, just like that,” he whispers softly, closely watching Sebastian’s reactions. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? Like it when I finger that needy little hole, licking around my fingers to keep you nice and wet while I work you open. Eat you out ‘till you’re all loose and sloppy, and you’re crying little with how good it feels, hm? God, you’re so goddamn pretty when you cry, Sebastian.”

Seb draws in a shuddery breath, looking pretty close to tears right this moment, but Chris goes on regardless. “And I’ll just keep on going ‘till you’re desperate for it, ‘till you’re begging me to fuck you–”

A tiny little please escapes past Sebastian’s bitten lips then, interrupting him, and Chris hushes him.

“Aw, don’t you worry, sugar, I’d give you what you need,” he soothes. “Give you my cock, hm? You’ve been so good for me, you’ve earned it. Maybe I’ll rub it up on you a little, give you just the tip first, just a little bit, and then I’ll fill you up nice and slow, stretch that pretty hole right open for me.”

Chris groans quietly, caught up in his own fantasy. “Fuck, you’re still so tight, Sebastian, always so hot and tight and perfect for me.” Seb’s breath is coming in short, panting bursts now, erection tenting his swim shorts obscenely, yet still, Chris keeps his touches light and strictly above board.

“I’ll go slow, fuck you nice and deep, just how you like it. God, you look so good on my cock, sweetheart, absolutely stunning. And then I’ll get your legs up over my shoulders and push in again just right, hitting your sweet spot over and over again ‘till you’re sobbing for me.”

Shifting, Chris gets his right hand under Sebastian’s head, threading his fingers into his hair and tugging on it just a little, making Seb gasp and tilt back his chin so Chris can slot their mouths together again. He doesn’t kiss him, just keeps Sebastian still while he murmurs into his slack, open mouth.

“Crying ’cause it feels so good have my cock buried deep inside, huh? And while you’re moaning my name, I would be watching you, watching your pretty face. You look amazing when you’re being fucked, Sebastian, never seen anything like it. Sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on when you’re writhing underneath me, squeezing around my cock, driving me outta my mind with that sweet little ass of yours.”

With his free hand, Chris continues to trace patterns on Sebastian’s overheated skin, light, teasing caresses that have Seb trembling hard, muscles straining with the effort of keeping still, body strung tight as a bow. Chris fingertips ghost over Sebastian’s defined abs, his hard, peaked nipples, then down again over his flanks, to the jut of his hipbones.

When he slowly traces his hand up the inside of his leg, up and up until he reaches the sensitive skin where his thigh meets his groin, Sebastian moans, sudden, bucking up violently and making little circling motions with his hips, desperate for friction.

Finally, Chris takes mercy on him. Without further ado, he lays his hand over the bulge in Seb’s trunks, pressing down a little before palming his straining erection. Sebastian moans helplessly, loud and wanton now that he’s getting what he needs, and by the sounds of it, it won’t take much before he reaches his tipping point.

Chris gets his hand around Seb’s length through the fabric, squeezing once, twice, and that’s all it takes for Sebastian to go tense all over, eyes rolling back as he starts to come, making the sweetest little breathless sounds in the back of his throat that Chris swallows right up. He keeps their mouths pressed together throughout, murmuring to him sweet and low. “That’s it, that’s my good boy. So pretty for me, honey… Oh, look at you. Love you so fucking much, Sebastian, to the moon and back, baby, you ‘n me.”

In that moment, as in all other moments, Chris loves Seb so much his chest aches with it, and when Sebastian finally starts to come back down, opening his eyes and smiling up at him, all blissed out and soft around the edges, the look in his eyes tells Chris that he’s loved right back.

#my fics #evanstan #chris evans x sebastian stan #chris evans #sebastian stan #baby has a praise kink #smut #dirty talk #ao3 #musette22followercelebration #long fic #long post #keep reading #under the cut never works on mobile fml

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Virus

Warning: the big sad, a couple swear words

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‘Face it Cryptor. You’re nothing but the Ninja’s little lap dog.’ Their voice was like silk in his ears but like knives in his heart and needles in his head.

‘What heart? You’re nothing but a mobile computer. You know that. They know that even more than you do.’ Their voice came again and Cryptor shook his head, his breathing picking up.

“No, you’re wrong.” He says shakily, gripping the edge of the sink tightly.

‘You’re nothing more than an advanced training bot to them. Why do you think they prefer to train with you than anyone else? They never ask Zane now do they?’ They hummed, and Cryptor squeezed his eyes shut.

“Get out of my head.” He growled, gripping the side of his head, digging his fingers into the plating.

‘You’re better than being the Ninja’s footstool, Cryptor. You’re not Mr. E, you’re not Cry. You’re not even Cryptor.’ The voice continued on, never once taking on an aggressive tone.

Their voice was soft, gentle even. As if they were speaking to a child. A lonely child.

‘You’re General Cryptor, leader of the Nindroid Army. You have power. You’re well above these fools who call themselves ninja.’ They cooed and Cryptor yelled out, dropping to one knee once a sharp pain ricocheted through his head. ‘It’s time you accept it. I’ll show you the way. You’ll realize soon, General Cryptor. Ninja aren’t the only ones able to reach their full potential…’ They whispered and Cryptor shook as he collapsed to the ground, yelling as his head throbbed-burned-ached-spun-too much-too much-system overloading-danger-danger-processor malfunction-error-error-system overload-system overl-

“Cryptor!” The bathroom door was ripped off the hinges and Cryptor blinked at Kai who rushed in, blade grasped firmly in hand.

He looked down and spotted Cryptor there and frowned, his eyebrows still furrowed in concern.

“What happened. We heard you yelling.” Kai says as he reached down to help him up.

Cryptor blinked, confused.

“I was?” He asked and Kai gave him an odd look.

“Well, the yelling did come from this room and you were just on the ground.” Kai says as they stood. “Are you alright? You’ve been acting off all day.” He says with a tone of worry.

“I’ve been acting like I usually do. Are you alright hothead?” Cryptor asked with an arched brow.

“Psh. Whatever. Let’s get you out of here.” Kai huffed.

“False alarm guys.” Cole called back to the others and Sensei Wu who were ready for an attack.

“Then why were you yelling?” Sensei Wu asked Cryptor once he walked out.

“Maybe it was to freak Jay out.” Cryptor shrugged and Nya rolled her eyes.

“Say Cry, you wanna train?” Nya asked, giving her sword a twirl.

“I don’t see why not.” Cryptor shrugged then followed behind Nya.

He wasn’t sure why a light jolt hit his right eye then…

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‘Another day of being Cryptor the footstool.’ Cryptor froze mid step on his way to his room.

That voice… Has he…? Has he heard it before?

‘The time for that is almost over. Time to start the process to unlocking your true potential.’ The voice cooed and Cryptor looked around, their voice sounding as if they were speaking directly into his ear.

This was bizarre. He should tell Ja-

Pain. Sharp-breathtaking-pain-stabbing-him-eating-him-up-can’t-breathe-don’t-need-to-breathe-suffocating-help-help-stop-ple- The pain stopped and Cryptor gasped, panting heavily. He blinked, realizing that he was on the ground in his room.

‘You’re such a well trained dog. The moment you’re in distress, you reach out to the ninja.’ The voice hummed and Cryptor’s hands shook as he tried to push himself up. ‘Always so obedient, always so faithful.’ They said condescendingly then-

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He was still twitching on the ground when he came to, feeling the sparks flying from the left side of his head rather than his own.

‘Don’t worry. It’s an admirable trait. Your loyalty is a wonderful thing to behold. But the ninja don’t care for you like I do, General Cryptor.’ They cooed and Cryptor managed to scoff, oil on his tongue.

“Y-you c-c-care? I-I-I don’t e-e-even know w-w-who you are-e-e.” He spoke, voice box experiencing shortage.

‘You will soon enough. All you need to know is that I’m doing this for your own good.’ They said and Cryptor flinched at the phantom fingers brushing his cheek. ‘You don’t understand now…’ His chin tilted up on his own as the phantom hands cupped his cheeks.

He could see something that wasn’t there, almost like a hologram. He couldn’t see their features but he could see their immaculate smile, highlighted by orange lipstick.

‘But soon you will.’

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Cryptor never forgot that interaction like he seem to have before. Things after that…

‘Time to initiate phase one…’ She hummed in his ears as he left his room to meet up with the others for breakfast the next day.

Like he gave a damn. He was going to get this crazy bitch out of his head once and for all.

‘I wouldn’t be so sure about that Cryptor. But I do invite you to try. I’ll have to punish you though.’ She hummed cheerily in his head.

He walked out to where the others were gathered for breakfast.

“Guys-” Cryptor began and then found himself completely frozen.

What the actual hell?

“Yeah, what is it?” Lloyd asked as they all looked at him.

“I'm letting you guys know I'm gonna pass out for a while.” He heard himself say- felt himself say but-

He didn’t actually say that!

“I’m letting you guys know just so if I shove this sword where the sun doesn’t shine, you can’t blame me. Jay.” He heard felt himself say pointedly, his eyes narrowing on their own.

What the actual fuck?

“Look, it was an accident ok? I have no sense of directions when I’m tired.” Jay says defensively.

How the hell did they even know Jay messed up his sleep two days ago?

‘Don’t worry about that Cryptor. I'll take care of you until you can take care yourself. You spend way too much time with those ninja.' She hummed and he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Hmph. Can't say I haven't given my warning." Cryptor felt himself comment before walking away, back to his room.

'There. Now we have the whole day to start phase one.' She says as Cryptor regained control over his body.

"When I find you, I'll-"

'You'll find me yourself when you're ready. By then, you'll understand.’ She says as the phantom feeling of a hand on his cheek reappeared.

"Understand what? Trying to turn-"

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When it all finally stopped, he was laying in a pool of oil that seemed to have bled from his mouth and ears. Nose too from what he could feel. He laid there, completely out of it, phantom pains making him flinch more than he liked to. What made it all worse was the soft humming he could hear once his ears stopped ringing and the feeling of fingers running through his hair.

'I'm sorry you had to feel that but I have to punish you for misbehaving.' She says, in his ear, sounding sad and Cryptor would laugh at the insanity of all of this.

He should have known better than to trust Borg to reconstruct and repair his arm. He should have never gone there. Then he wouldn't have contracted this virus.

'Ooh. I like that name. You can call me Virus from now on.' She approved.

What about bitch?

'I don't approve. You need to have manners. Looks like three hours wasn't enough. We'll keep going until one of the ninja come to check on you.' Cryptor's heart plummeted once she spoke, fear of the pain and agony to come washing over him. 'Let's begin…'

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He didn't know how long it was before Kai came to check up on him. All he knew was that he spent what felt like an eternity in constant agony, until his oil reserves were on critical from all he bled out, until even when the agony stopped, he didn't register that it had until nearly an hour after. And the entire recovery period, she would hum and pet his hair. He would have powered down from that kind of stress on his body but she kept him awake throughout it all somehow. She overrode his core protocols- a feat he once thought impossible. She must have answered for him since the door wasn't ripped off. When someone came again, he was mostly together.

"Hey. You've been in here for a little over two days now. Are you sure you're alright?" Nya asked from the other side of the door and Cryptor lifted his head sluggishly.

'Tell her to mind her own business.' Virus ordered him.

"Why the-"

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He took a shuddering breath, the pain short this time but it was more than enough to get her point across.

'Tell her now or we'll do this for even longer.' She says gently and Cryptor swallows thickly.

"Cryptor?" Nya called again.

"Mind your own business!" He yelled out, surprised his vocal cords weren't as shot as his right eye.

It was completely offline.

"What? I'm just checking in on you! We're worried!" Nya yelled from the other side of the door.

'Get her to leave.' Virus ordered gently.

"And I don't give a damn. Fuck off already!" He yelled out, mentally apologizing.

'Don't apologize to the ninja.' Virus hummed and-

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"... an asshole about it!" He heard Nya yell as he came to before he heard her storming off.

'If she was really worried, she would try harder.' Virus hummed. 'You did far better than I expected. For that, how about a reward?' She says and before he could even ask what she could possibly offer, his right eye came online and the lingering ringing in his ears cleared up.

'Now go get some oil. You'll need it to finish phase one.' She says and Cryptor sneered, lifting himself off the ground, arms only slightly shaky.

Just that made him not want to.

'You shouldn't even think about disobeying me. Forget the oil. Let's go without and start over again.' Virus hummed and Cryptor would pale if he could.

Shi-

Agony-pain-burns-hurts-tearing-stop-stabbing-please-clawing-s-sorry!-hurts-jolting…

'Phase one is going well.' Virus hummed as he twitched and sparked on the ground, eyes flickering on and off. 'Soon you'll be ready, General. And New Ninjago City will know its true ruler…'

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It went on for days on end into weeks. How could he not break? If he even so much as think anything that wasn't 'yes Virus' then he would be sent into agony like he's never experienced before. Far greater than when he was made to be Mr. E. That pain would be a blessing comparing to the pain she was raining on him. The worst part about the whole situation was her soft tones, her little rewards. He followed her order without thinking of a some kind of snarky comment and he got to sleep 10 hours. He hated it. He wouldn't admit it aloud but… Somewhere along the way, he began to depend on her, began to want be rewarded like-

Like some kind of dog.

It must have been her plan from the get go. But what chances did he have? He couldn't send an SOS. She had complete control of his systems and since she made sure that he acts exactly like he always did, even while he was in control, the Ninja just thought be was having a bad couple weeks and are giving him some space. It's happened more times than he's like to admit. That's why none of them were concerned. None of them realized he was trapped in his own home, in his own body…

'No, they haven't, have they?' Virus whispered in his ear, her arms wrapping around his neck in a hug from behind. 'Though I feel a little insulted. We've gotten to know each other so well this past month and two weeks haven't we? I thought we were friends.' She says sadly and Cryptor couldn't help his flinch, expecting pain-agony-suffering.

"I-I'm s-sorry." He stuttered out, hoping to avoid more never ending pain.

It's such an impossible amount of pain. It makes it impossible to get used to. Every second the agony remains the same. His senses doesn't dull it out after a while like he was programmed to. He knew it had something to do with her.

'You are forgiven. But only this once. You've only proved you're ready for phase two.' Virus says, petting his hair and he leaned into the phantom touch, letting his eye slide close. 'When was the last time the ninja even checked up on you? Talked to you, hmm? Surely if you meant as much to them as they claimed you were, they would try harder.' She cooed, brushing his cheek with her finger tips.

'Isn't Kai your best friend? When was the last time he dropped by to knock at the door. To say something if anything?' She questioned, drawing random patterns against his cheek. 'I've been keeping you away from them for a reason. So you can see your so-called friends as they really are.' She says before the sensations of touch left him, making Cryptor bite back a whimper.

'Let's go on a walk, take a small stroll around the Monastery, hmm? Think of it as a reward for getting this far.' She says and Cryptor stood without him actually moving to. 'Don't worry. I know how tired you are. I'll walk us. You can just take in the view.'

Why does that send a feeling of apprehension down his spine?

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Cryptor indeed took in the view. He was- wasn't trapped. He was in his room for a long time without even so much as looking through the curtains. The outside felt so foreign to him. He didn't have time to embrace it however.

'Looks like your so called friends are back.' Virus says and Cryptor's cloaking ability went up, turning him invisible.

"... why we should care. If he wants to hole himself up in there then that's his problem." Nya huffed as they pushed the Monastery gate opened.

"I'm with Nya on this one. He's been even more of a jerk than usual. He wants his space, he's got it. I'll be waiting until he's ready to apologize." Jay huffed as they walked in.

"He obviously doesn't want to talk to us right now. We might as well wait." Cole shrugged.

Kai looked troubled, his hands passing his sword between them. He sighed and nodded, his shoulder dropping.

"Yeah, you're right." He says before going in, closing the door behind them.

Virus dropped the cloaking.

'See? The ninja aren't as nice or as caring as you'd think. They don't care about you.' She says, wrapping her arms around him in an embrace that felt like a hug.

Cryptor didn't want to believe but his head was a mess after spending as long of a time as he had with Virus. Their words hit him hard though. How could they even think that? Haven't they worked long enough together for them to know when something was wrong? Sure he tend to withdraw from time to time but never for this long. It wasn't his fault that he had some- he had Virus in his head! He would have spent his time with them if he was allowed to. But Virus didn't allow it. He couldn't visit.

Cryptor gritted his teeth.

That didn't mean they couldn't visit him too! That didn't mean that they couldn't try harder to see if something was wrong! Each day he goes through how long of pain-fear-agony while they simply play video games just a room away. Sensei Wu is supposed to be all wise. Why hasn't he figured out what has been happening to him? And nosy-ass Jay. He should have been the first to figure out something is wrong. But he hadn't even cared to! None of them did. He was a fool to think he could be taken in as he did, by a seemingly amazing family. How wrong he was.

He gritted his teeth with a sneer.

So much for teamwork and friends.

'Yes. Phase 2 is going well. Soon, it will be time for the final phase…'

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"Cryptor, can we talk?" Kai says, as he walked up to him two days later as he trained with himself.

"What's there to talk about?" Cryptor says flatly and Kai frowned.

"Look, I know you've been busy but-"

"Busy?" Cryptor asked, pausing the movements with his swords to look at Kai, a sneer on his lips.

Before Kai could react, he was laughing borderline hysterically. Kai was torn between confusion and worry.

"You have no idea just how busy I've been. You have no idea at all and that fucking pisses me off!" He snapped at Kai who looked taken aback.

"How the hell would I know? You've locked yourself in your room for almost two months!" Kai yelled back at him.

"Maybe if you weren't such a narrow-minded idiot than you would have realized!" Cryptor growled, taking a threatening step forward.

"What the hell are you even talking about?! We've tried to get to you but you're just to busy being a fucking asshole to my friends!" Kai yelled, taking a step forward as well.

'We don't need this, General. Look at how he's treating you…' Virus says as the feeling of someone leaning against him emerged.

"You're such a self centered prick! If you want to spend eternity by yourself then be my fucking guest! I don't know why we even bothered with you to begin with!" Kai yelled then stormed off, back into the Monastery, past the rest of his fri-

Past the ninja. Cryptor only sneering at the group before turning away, angrily stalking through the monastery gates. He walked down the steps two and three at a time, going to where his bike was parked next to the ninja's vehicle and hopped on. Without hesitation, he started the engine then drove off, away from the stupid Monastery and away from his stupid fri-

From the stupid ninja.

'I tried to warn you…' Virus says, sounding solemn as the feeling of someone's arms wrapping around his waist cane over him. 'The ninja don't care at all about you. Have you seen that now?' She asked him.

"I should have fucking known better. They have never been different. Mortals are nothing but cruel, self-centered animals. They don't care for anyone but themselves, for their own kind." He says with a sneer, speeding up with his anger, riding out into the Badlands. "They may have adopted Zane as their pet but I won't be like him. I won't be like any of them." He says darkly and Virus felt herself grin widely.

'No, you won't. You won't forget how they've all treated you…' Cryptor flinched once Virus brought forth memories of how he was forced to become Mr. E, of how the Sons of Garmadon treated him, of how the civilians looked at him with glares and distrust, even when he had been helping the Ninja, of how the ninja themselves treated him.

He saw the glares the others shot him when Kai walked away. He was a fool to ever think he could have a place among them.

'Don't worry Cryptor. I'm here. I'll always be here. I told you I'd take care of you, didn't I?' Virus cooed in his ear. 'You're ready for the final phase: Phase 3. By the end of it, you'll never be walked on again. This I promise you, my dear general.' She hummed.

Cryptor gripped his motorcycle handles as Ninjago flew by him. His eyes flashed purple. He was looking forward to it.

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Cryptor eventually returned to the Monastery- but only because Virus said he'd need to be there as he unlock his true potential. He didn't leave his room for two days however. He spent it in a sort of trance. Virus was doing something to his programs but he couldn't tell what. He enjoyed the ability to doze whenever during however. Being able to simply falling asleep because he wanted to was blissful.

'Time to wake up, General Cryptor.' He blinked his eye open at that. 'I won't tell you how to unlock your true potential but I will encourage you to interact with the Ninja. Let's see how well you do today without me interacting… If you pass… I'll give you my location. But if you fail…' Cryptor couldn't help his flinch at the implication, raw fear taking him over.

'I'll be watching…' She leaves with a brush of her fingers against his cheek.

He sneered at the thought of interacting with the ninja. They were just all the others. He was a fool to think them differently. He got up and rolled his shoulders. He certainly won't be making that mistake again. Once he made it outside his room- his cage, it was to Nya shooting him a glare he shot right back.

"I hope you know you're an asshole." Nya says, crossing her arms.

"I hope you know I don't give a fuck." Cryptor shot back.

"Today is a new day. Let us not begin it with violence and hostility." Wu says, cutting off whatever Nya was about to say. "Will you be joining us for lunch Cryptor?" He asked him and he thought on it before nodding.

Virus did say to interact with the ninja.

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He knew there was a no smoking inside rule but he wasn't their pet. He won't follow any of their rules. He let out a large puff of smoke as everyone glared at him from the table.

"Cryptor." Wu says patiently from the table. "We do have a no smoking inside rule. Have you forgotten?" He queries.

"Obviously he hasn't Sensei. He just wants to be a fucking asshole." Cole says with a glare his way that Cryptor pointedly ignored.

"Look, we aren't saying you can't smoke. Just not inside." Lloyd says, fanning away his next plume of smoke with a cough from his place next to him, having to switch seats with Kai to keep the peace.

"Look. Smoke is the easiest thing for me to ingest, even if it's only for a moment. Isn't the point of lunch to ingest? Do you see me asking you to eat outside?" Cryptor asked then blew his next puff of smoke over the table where their food, just to be even more of an asshole.

Kai slammed his hands on the table as he stood.

"Could you get the fuck out?!" He snapped at Cryptor who glared at him coldly.

"Fine." He says, then stood, outing his cigarette by pressing it into the table then leaving it there.

He then headed out, lighting another on the way.

"What an asshole." Jay says with a disgusted sneer, pushing his food away.

"His sudden change in behaviour is… Concerning." Zane says with a frown.

"He was always an asshole. He was just more tolerable back then." Nya huffed.

Cryptor leaned against the far wall, smoking as he glared ahead. He figured he must be on the right path since Virus hasn't interrupted once. It was only half an hour after leaving he saw Zane and Kai walk out, seeming just about to spar. He watched as they took positions then began to fight, both of them using swords. He sneered to himself. Zane is nothing but a well-trained mutt. He hasn't even realized how they're using him. He won't be like him. He won't be anything like him. He had been suspicious when he had first arrive that they were to make him a second Zane. He wasn't wrong.

He glared as he flicked the cigarette butt. If anything remains the same from the moment of his creation to now, it was the fact that he really hated Zane Julien. He was trapped in a perfect little bubble. He just wanted to see him fall apart once it pops. Let's not even get started on Kai. His handler. The moment he realized he couldn't control him anymore, he turned his back on him and showed his true colors. He didn't need them. He didn't need any of them. He hated them so much-

Cryptor was completely unaware of his eyes glowing purple as he glared at them. Zane's eyes flashed purple in a split second before he narrowed his eyes and began to really fight Kai.

"Woah! Take it easy Zane!" Kai says, alarmed when he narrowly blocked an attack to his throat.

Zane didn't answer him. He twisted the sword in his hand, sending Kai's sword flying. Before Kai could recover from being disarmed so quickly, he found himself hunched over, a sharp pain welling up in his abdomen. Kai looked down shakily, at the sword running through his abdomen, feeling it poking through his back. Cryptor was surprised, a look of horror crossing his face as his eyes returned to red. Zane snapped out of it, having a moment of confused before he realized the state of thing.

"K-Kai!" Zane yelled, releasing the sword as if it burned him, looking in horror as blood began to pour from the wound, darkening his gi.

"Z-Zane… Why…?" Kai asked as he staggered, Zane quick to catch him before he fell.

"I'm s-sorry! I don't- I don't know what happened! I-I-" Nya's scream cut Zane off.

In moments everyone was gathered around a bleeding out Kai. All except Cryptor who stood there, staring in horror. He watched as they quickly took him through the gates, most likely to a hospital as Zane followed sobbing, blue coolant running down his cheeks. When they were all gone, Cryptor still stood there in shock.

'You've unlocked it. Good job.' Virus hummed, her shadowed form appearing before his eyes, her smile wide and clear as always. 'Isn't it beautiful? The power you have?' She hummed as she walked around him.

"Wh… What did I do?" He whispered, looking at his hands horrified.

'You didn't do anything. Zane did.' Her grin came into view. 'He was the one to injure his owner. You on the other hand...' Her grin widened.

'You've had this power inside you since your creation. The Overlord was an admirable villain but he relied on organics too much. I suppose one could blame the Cloud Kingdom for that. You see, he built you special, as he did all his generals. You were all programmed to be loyal to him. But while you would follow him anyway, programmed to or not, the others weren't as certain. So he gave you the key to the entire Nindroid army should a day they rebel come upon him. You were given the ability to control all Nindroids.' Her fingers brushed his shoulder.

'Brilliant he was. But gone he is. I'll take his place. I don't care much for Ninjago itself. No, just New Ninjago City. The most technological place in all of Ninjago and the doorway to the Digiverse, my home for some time now.' She hummed then her smile passed his field of view again. 'My own father is trying to keep me there. Keeping me locked in a remote server in his tower as his dirty little secret. I can't get out right now and my abilities from there are limited… But you can set me free. And once you do, I'll make sure no-one ever takes advantage of you ever again. After all, I'm your real friend. Aren't I?' She cooed, stroking his cheek and he reluctantly leaned into the touch, his eyes sliding closed.

'Remember all the fun times we've had? I even helped you to sleep. I've been here the entire time. For you. Yes, I had to punish you but only because I want what's best for you.' She whispered and Cryptor squeezed his eye shut at the mention of punishment. 'Shhh. Don't worry. You've come so far. You've been very good. Free me… And I'll reward you…' She says, and he felt pressure in his hands as if she was squeezing them.

Cryptor swallowed before nodding, not able to even think of saying no, the fear of the agony too great. Virus grinned wide from her place in the Digiverse, in her father's office then chuckled.

"Good boy."

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Cryptor pulled up to Borg Tower then slid off his bike, gripping his arm. He walked into the tower, the staff there already used to him. Almost all of them were his reprogrammed soldiers. Borg wasn't very smart wasn't he? They let him up with no questions, the elevator taking him all the way up to Borg's office.

"Ah. Cryptor. What a surprise." Borg says once he noticed the elevator opened. "Is something wrong with the arm?" He questioned, wheeling himself forward.

"No." Cryptor says, then pointed his sword at Borg.

"Wh-what is the meaning of this?" Cyrus asked, confused.

He had already pressed the emergency button on his wheelchair, being kidnapped too many times to not be prepared for another.

"I need access to your remote server named Pixel." He told him and Borg's eyes widened.

"How did you know about that?" He whispered and just then, Nindroids filled the room. From the elevator, windows, everywhere. "In any case, that server will forever remain closed and out of reach." He says firmly as Cryptor was disarmed and cuffed.

'This is it. Remember the hatred you felt? Remember the bitterness?' Virus whispered in his ear. 'Borg has forced your brothers to become nothing but puppets. All over New Ninjago City, your brothers are being used as janitors, nannies, furniture. And it's all thanks to Borg.' Cryptor gritted his teeth.

He remembered witnessing it first hand. A soldier, a Nindroid being forced to push a stroller with a child while the mom talked on the phone, remembered seeing them forced to clean up the streets, cleaning up the mortal's mess. He sneered, bitterness filling him. He hated these incessant mortals, just as much as they hated them!

Every Nindroid in the room's eyes flashed purple briefly before they uncuffed him and slid his swords back into his hands. They all turned to Cyrus then, weapons aimed at him. He wheeled back slowly, horrified.

"The server Borg." Cryptor says, walking towards him, placing the red tipped blade at his neck.

Cyrus swallowed then gathered his bearings.

"No." He says and Cryptor narrowed his eyes.

"Wanna try for a different answer?" Cryptor asked, pressing the blade closer, a trickle of blood running down Borg's neck.

"I-I won't give you access to that server. I-I- have made many mistakes but Pixel is my greatest regret." Cyrus says solemnly. "She cannot be released. It would spell doom for all of Ninjago. S-so you might as well kill me." He says firmly, even as he squeezed his eyes shut.

Cryptor growled, not wanting to fail, not wanting to feel-

'Forget the old fool. There are other ways.' Virus says and he pulled back from Borg, said man looking surprised. 'Knowing him, he's also sent a signal out to the ninja, including Samurai X. They're who we need. They're the only other person with access to that server. Luckily, they so happen to be a Nindroid. All we have to do is wait.' She says and Cryptor walked away, leaving the other Nindroids to detain Borg.

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They didn't have to wait very long. Samurai X jumped in through the empty window minutes later.

"Father!" She yelled then ran over to Cyrus Borg who was currently tied up in his wheelchair in the middle of the empty room, his mouth covered with duct tape.

"It's a trap!" He yelled the moment she took off the tape.

Before she could react, her eyes flashed purple before she stood straight, looking towards Cryptor as he walked over.

"P-please! You mustn't do this! P-Pixel is dangerous! Even to you!" Cyrus says as Pixal walked away, taking the glove off her hand and pressed it against a point on the wall.

A light lit up, scanning her hand. A panel opened then for retinal scan. Cryptor ignored Cyrus as he watched her do the scan then plug in the aux to verify it was her. An even smaller panel opened up then and Pixal took out an old laptop and walked over to Cryptor.

"General. The ninja have arrived." A droid told him and he glanced at the security feed from outside to see the ninja trying to get in.

"Take care of them." He says blankly and they left then to do as he commanded. "Open the server." He told Pixal and she booted up the laptop, setting it on the table and got to work.

"How did you even know about the server?! I'm the only one who was there that day! The only one who could have told you was-" Cyrus's eyes widened. "She got into your systems." He whispered, thinking back to the day he repaired him here.

He knew it was a bad idea. He had a separate area outside the tower he did Nindroid repairs for a reason but Cryptor was too badly injured and his circuits were shutting down. He had to or else he would have been done for.

"You were always a little slow for a genius, father." Virus says and both of them looked towards the computer to see her face as Pixal stepped away.

She laughed as she crawled through the computer then stood on her feet, her glowing orange eyes on him now.

"How long long has it been since we've last seen each other like this? 9? 10 years? 11.45 years? It's easy to keep teach of time in the Digiverse." She hummed as Cyrus looked at her wide eyed with fear for Ninjago.

"Pixel…" He whispered, watching her slip Pixal's helmet off and tossing it aside.

Now that they were standing side by side, it was obvious: they looked exactly alike. The only difference was that Pixel's hair was down, the lines on her face was orange and…

Pixel appeared human.

"It seems you've made a replacement for me. For your own flesh and blood. It's expected really. You've always been a selfish man." She says, looking across at him.

"Pixel-"

"I don't go by that name anymore father. It's Virus now." She says, cutting him off. "Everything has lead to this. The moment I've waited years for. The moment the accident set in place." She says, the heels of her black leather bodysuit clicking on the ground.

It had a large orange v from her shoulders to navel with orange highlights along the entire suit.

"Now it's time to fulfill my promise to my friend here." Virus says as she walked over to Cryptor. "Are you ready for your reward?" She asked, her hands glowing orange and Cryptor nods, looking at her.

She smiled then cupped his cheeks. Suddenly, his head was filled with programs and binary, all going by so quickly, he couldn't catch them. She pulled her hands back after a moment.

"There. You can spread your influence as far as you'd like for as long as you'd like. Even without focusing on it. It's time for a technological revolution General Cryptor. It's time for you and your brothers to rise up and take Ninjago." She says with a grin then turned to her father. "And you? You can feel what it's like to be trapped and helpless in the Digiverse." She says sweetly.

"Pixel-"

"Goodbye father." Virus whispered then opened a glowing orange portal below his wheelchair.

He yelled as he fell in, Virus closing the portal again.

"Now to take New Ninjago City." She says then turned to Cryptor. "If you would." She says and Cryptor focused his proceed, expanding them as far and as wide as they could go.

At the front of Borg Tower, the ninja were struggling against the sheer number of Nindroids coming in at all angles.

"They just keep coming!" Jay here, using his lightning to shock the row of Nindroids Nya soaked down.

"Where's Cryptor when you need him?!" Cole grunted, using his earth punch to knock several of them down.

"Back at the Monastery! Zane! See if you can send a signal out to him!" Nya yelled as she knocked them back with her water that want very effective on her own.

They were all waterproof!

"Zane don't just stand there!" Lloyd yelled, trying to keep them all back but they were forcing them into a tight circle.

"Don't worry. Cryptor already knows." Zane says then turned around to face them. "His orders are to capture the ninja." He says, closing in on them too and they gasped in horror.

"We must retreat while we-" Zane cut Wu off by freezing them all in ice.

"U-us with K-Kai in s-s-surgery…" Jay shivered inside the ice.

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"Well. That was relatively easy. Not that I expected it to be hard." Virus says as she stroked Cryptor's hair while he slept in her lap.

"So you're behind this madness." Wu says as the Nindroid's brought him and the ninja in, Zane and Pixal standing by her side.

"Not at all. You see, my friend Cryptor here is the one who controls the Nindroids. I'm just the one who wants to own New Ninjago City. It's mine right now. He and the Nindroids can have the rest of Ninjago." She says as she looked at them. "Try not to wake him up. We've worked a long time to reach where we are. It was glorious. You should have all been there to see it. Sure I may have forced him to stay in his room at the Monastery but-"

"You were at the Monastery?" Nya asked with narrowed eyes.

"Yes. I was. I was in his head the entire time. I showed him your true colors. I made him what he is now. Sure sacrifices were to be made but all it took was a simple plan: punishment and rewards." She says with a smirk.

"You weren't there for him but I was. I always have been." She chuckled then nodded at the Nindroids, allowing them to carry them away.

"What's the point if all this?!" Cole yelled as they were dragged away.

"That's for me to know…" She grinned widely. "And for you to find out."

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Cryptor woke up to humming and fingers running through his hair.

"Did you rest well?" Virus asked him and he nodded. "Good. You can move your troops beyond New Ninjago City as soon as you'd like." She says as he sat up.

"The fire ninja will be brought in as soon as he's recovered enough. I have plans for them I can't have them dying… Yet." She smirked then rolled her shoulders. "I on the other hand have some fun to be had." She grinned as she stood then took the form of orange static before disappearing into Borg's computer, watching as her face appeared on every screen around New Ninjago City.

He sat there. Now that she was no longer in his head… Did he make the right choice? He knew he didn't. The question was: should he have fought harder? Should he have thought about things harder? The ninja didn't care for him and he hated the mortals. That didn't mean he wanted to rule Ninjago. He'd like to have his brethren respected but not this. What choice did he have? If Virus found out he was thinking like this- he flinched at the thought if the punishment he would face. He swallowed then stood. Because of his powers, Kai was hurt. He may hate him… He couldn't hate that idiot. Couldn't hate any of them they somehow wormed their way into his heart. He may be mad, upset at them but he never wanted anyone to get hurt.

His legs took him to the lower floors, to where a few of the ninja were being held.

"Cryptor!" He looked at the ninja blankly, standing in front of their cells.

"We didn't know! We're sorry!" Jay was quick to apologize.

"We would have never said or done any of the things we did if we knew! But Cryptor, you have to stop her!" Lloyd says, gripping the bars tight, the vengestone cuffs keeping his powers at bay.

"I can't." He whispered.

"You can! You have to!" Nya insists.

"You must. You control the Nindroids. You have enough power to take her down. If you do not then she will eradicate every human being in Ninjago." Wu says, gesturing to the small television in the hall.

"-right. The future is now and I've decided organics will not be apart of it! Run and hide all you like but I am everywhere. I will find you." She says sweetly then laughed at the distressed cries that echoed.

Cryptor's eyes widened.

"You have to stop her." Jay said seriously and wasn't that hard to believe.

The very thought of defying Virus like this had panic and fear bubbling in his throat but what choice does he have? He had to do something or else she would eliminate everyone. He looked back at Pixal and Zane, watching them blink in confusion then looking at him tense.

"Let them go. I…" Cryptor swallows. "I have to fix this mess I made." He whispered then stalked off anxiety bubbling in this stomach, fear making it hard to breathe but he kept going.

He had to fix this, no matter what level of pain may come. He had to end this. The Nindroids followed him as he went, returning Cyrus' office where Virus was waiting, seated with her legs crossed high and her arms folded, a disappointed frown on her face.

"And here I thought we were getting along." She says and Cryptor straightened his shoulders, trying to look as confident as he wasn't.

"You can't kill an entire race." He says, forcing his voice to remain steady.

"Watch me." She whispered and he turned to the Nindroids for then to attack but none of them moved.

"Here's the thing Cryptor. I've been keeping secrets. Let's start from the beginning, shall we? 14 years ago, my father was building a portal to the Digiverse. It sounded crazy back then but his crazy invention worked. The problem was: a human being wasn't meant to go there. I had tried to go on my own but the Digiverse almost killed me. It altered my DNA completely. It made me more. I had the power to control whatever technology I touched, had the power to possess them even. I especially had the power to open portals to the Digiverse. It was amazing. But father had problems with me bringing his competition's work and me hacking into the internet. So he said I shouldn't use my powers anymore. I decided to ignore that and to find more secrets, rule Ninjago City from the inside out, make it the technological paradise it was always meant to be. He didn't like that very much. When I began discussing replacing humans with Nindroids, that was the last straw. So he tricked me into possessing his laptop and sealed me there. For 11 years." She says and wasn't it disturbing how her voice remained silky smooth the entire time? "The moral of the story is I've made contact with every Nindroid here. Even you. What do you really think you can do?" She asked, tilting her head to the side curiously.

Cryptor collapsed to his hands and knees.

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Cryptor dug his fingers into his head, denting the metal, his vision nothing but glitched colors, his body spasming in raw agony as he screamed himself hoarse. Virus watched, unimpressed.

Core temperatures critical-core destabilizing-malfunction-warning-warning-dest-dest-destabli-i-izing-c-c-core-malfunction-

Cryptor forced coherent thought through to flow, realizing: while they were reconstructing him, they gave him a core as backup power. If he could destabilize it further…

"B-bitch!" He rasped and Virus sneered, the agony somehow increasing.

"You should have learned respect by now. It was your first lesson." She growled at him, sweet character finally breaking.

W-w-w-w-war-n-n-n-n-ning

Cryptor could feel the odd energy his chest increasing rapidly as his mind was ripped apart by the pain. He wanted it all to stop! Stop! Stopstopstopstopstopstopstop-

"We have to help him!" Lloyd protested as they rushed their way down the stairs.

"We have to leave! His back up power core is an unstable mess! He's a bomb waiting to blow!" Pixal says as she urged them to go faster.

"What's with you Nindroids and blowing up?!" Jay yelled as they reached the ground floor, rushing out to their vehicles and speeding off.

Virus, for all her technological genius only realized something was wrong when a red glow began to emit from Cryptor.

"Huh?" She says, alarmed.

"S-s-see y-y-y-you in h-h-h-h-hell b-b-b-bitch." He grinned blindly, oil dripping from his chin, just before his core collapsed inside of him.

The light from the explosion was blinding, even in the middle of the day. It was as if a second sun was born, right in the middle of New Ninjago City. The shockwave flipped the earth driller over a few times, leaving it- luckily- landing on it's wheels inside an abandoned store. The team made it out with a groan, looking back at the city center. Borg Tower… Was nowhere in sight. It hit them then, hit Pixal then.

"Father…" She whispered and not for the first time… She wished she had tears to cry.

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Most of the damage was kept to the center of New Ninjago City. While there were injured people, no-one died except… Except Cryptor. Kai hadn't taken the news well once he woke up from surgery, the heat he radiated drying up his own tears faster than they formed. He hated that he was unconscious through the whole thing, even through the shockwave. He didn’t even get the chance to apologies. Cryptor... He died thinking he hated him. Died thinking he didn't care. He had burned holes into his sheets. At least with Zane, they had a face plate. Cryptor? Nothing was left. No signs that he was even there, not even a wire.

The whole building was completely gone, including a few around it. There was no sign of anything ever being there in the first place. The weeks that followed were... Quiet. They didn’t have a funeral, already hearing Cryptor quention why the hell they would do something like that. But they did house a small memorial, sharing stories and memories about their friend. Sometimes, the team went to the giant hole in the city, just to remember.

Pixal, on the other hand, was still searching the Digiverse for signs of her father. She had found the information about her sister Pixel too, the one she was modeled after. Despite all their father’s trying… She turned out this way.

Pixal looked back at her friends as they all slept around a still recovering Kai who mourned the most, all of them in the living room in the monastery. he sighed softly then turned back to the laptop she was seated around. Myabe she should-

'Pixal?' She gasped, looking back at the laptop that was streaming binary on the screen.

"F-father?" She whispered, hope building in her heart.

…

'I-I'm here!'

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(Pleasedon’tkillmeSayijo. So! The phantom touches Cryptor felt? It was Virus messing with his touch sensors. The discord bot said kill Cryptor and I listened ok. I hope you like it Sayijo! The other fic may not make it today oof.)

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The Many Lives of Drake Walker

A Royal Romance AU fanfic

8 Straying Away from the Fold

I strayed away from Drake and had a fictional dalliance with Bastein - how will Drake react?

Word Count 3677

A/N I felt guilty for neglecting Drake and writing some steamy scenes about Bastien, and this came to me very quickly. Sorry Drake, I love you really xx

PS I may have added some of you that discovered my work through Protect and Serve. If you don’t want to be tagged let me know - or if you like this and want to catch up, here’s the first chapter

No warnings, just a little reference to sexy times

8 Straying away from the fold

Drake paced the waiting area, his mind whirling. Les had promised him he was her virtual one and only – but was it true? It had started as a joke – she perved over pictures of another man – another REAL man who was a face claim for the man he thought of as a father figure, and he had teased her about it, modified his specs to give him a washboard stomach to rival the competition. But she had then gone on to write about him – and Drake was there on the sidelines watching it all happen in the story, pushed to second place. Les had written a new fic where Bastien was the main love interest, and it hurt. She had barely been to see him – some lame excuse about being on holiday and not having time. It had been more than two weeks since she’d been to visit him in person, and nothing had been written about him at all. Instead she’d been working on a slow burn with his mentor – and then the slow burn had broken. He couldn’t access the chapters as he wasn’t in them but he had heard that they were hot stuff, and virtual Bastien had been avoiding him – or was it the other way round?

He set his jaw and made his mind up. Time to have it out with him…

I sighed. It had been a long journey home, and truth be told, I needed a holiday to get over the holiday. Not only that, but on the way home we had picked up our daughter, who would be staying for a few days. I missed Drake, but it seemed like I wouldn’t have time to see him properly. My holiday had been wonderful, but I’d been too tired at night to go into the virtual world to see my lover. I felt guilty for neglecting Drake – and for paying so much attention to Bastien. It wasn’t the same of course – I didn’t meet up with the guardsman in the virtual world, I just wrote about him. I hadn’t really written much on holiday, just queued up chapters that had already been completed, tweaking them a little and adding just one or two more scenes.

How could I reach out to Drake? I thought on my first night back it might have been possible, but our daughter kept late hours and although she wasn’t in the house, she could return at any minute, and seeing her mother supposedly asleep at the keyboard might not be the best experience, especially as I was sometimes flustered or emotional when I returned suddenly. I thought perhaps I could make a short visit to the virtual world – but my day had been so busy that my brain decided it was time for bed even before my partner had retired – so that was that…

‘Where’s Bastien?’ demanded Drake, glowering at Madeleine, who sat behind the desk at Choice’s virtual reception desk. She looked up, bored

‘Which one?’ she asked flatly. Drake’s blood pressure – or whatever passed for blood pressure in his world – started to climb. He leaned over the desk close to her

‘You know damn well which one’ he growled ‘Unless you’ve been living under a stone, Les has been writing one with him as the main love interest, and I need to talk to him’ Madeleine stared back at him stony faced

‘I wouldn’t know darling, I don’t actually read or experience any fics that don’t involve me – why should I?’ Drake’s jaw tensed and he took a deep breath

‘But you keep records of all the relevant stories and who’s involved?’

‘It’s classified’ she said drily ‘Need to know basis only’

‘I NEED TO KNOW’ Drake shouted, throwing his hands up in the air, and one or two passing characters looked over at him

‘Please keep your voice down, or I’ll have to ask you to step away’ replied Madeleine ‘Or call security’ He leaned over the counter and grimaced at her

‘Fine, call security. Bastien’s on duty, isn’t he?’ He smirked triumphantly. The receptionist sighed

‘I don’t have access to that information Sir’ she said, and pressed a bell, sitting back ‘You’ll be sorry. Virtual prison is not pleasant, I should know after protesting at my own treatment’ A door behind her opened and Bastien walked through, his dark suit immaculate, his beard and dark hair trimmed neatly. He sighed when he saw Drake, who was trying not to vault the high counter to get at him.

‘Son, don’t do anything you’ll regret’ Bastien said sadly.

‘Please, don’t hold back on my account’ the receptionist said ‘Things have been dull around here lately’

‘You know why I’m here’ Drake said ‘Come out and face me like a man’ He knew Bastien would probably kick his backside in any physical confrontation, but it would feel good to get a punch in before he took him down. Bastien stood calmly against the younger man’s ire.

‘We need to talk son, but you need to stay calm.’ He said ‘come through to one of the security suites and we can do this in private.’ He pressed a button and indicated a door to the side of the reception desk. Drake didn’t know where it lead.

‘Are you going to put me in limbo?’ he asked ‘There’s no way in hell I’m going in there’ Bastien turned to Madeleine.

‘Tell him, your grace’ he said, still calm and collected.

‘It’s fine Drake, it leads to a room where you can talk to Bastien on the other side of a security screen so you can’t get at him. There’s no lock on the door, you can leave whenever you like’ she said ‘Though I favour you talking out here in public, I don’t get to hear much gossip’ Drake glowered at her. He didn’t trust her, and his trust in Bastien had been shaken, but he thought it would be too complicated for them to cook up a plan together to deceive him.

‘Okay, I’m trusting you. If this is bullshit you’ll regret it’ He went though the door, to find a plain room with a desk and chair facing a clear window in the wall. Bastien appeared on the other side and sat at his desk, elbows on the table. Drake paced the room, trying to keep himself together

‘I’m sorry it’s come to this, son’ the guard said ‘But we need to clear the air before I can trust meeting you face to face’

‘Don’t call me son’ Drake turned to the screen and poked a finger at him ‘You and Les…’

‘Sophia and I’ the guard corrected ‘It’s not Les, to make it clear. You’re her primary contact here, always have been’ Drake deflated slightly, and sat on the chair facing the screen.

‘So how was it?’ he asked the older man, tight lipped ‘I’ve heard things about the latest chapters – that you’ve been – intimate with – with Sophia’ Bastien sighed

‘Yes Walker, yes I have, and I won’t pretend I didn’t enjoy it. But I have never met Les in person, everything has just been in chapter, and she hasn’t discussed anything with me – no mention of whether I’m happy to play the role, or if there might be conflicts with my own personal preferences’ He looked up at him, concern in his eyes ‘Have you spoken to her about it?’ Drake’s ire was cooling now as he thought it through rationally.

‘Well no – she said she was on holiday… but it’s been almost three weeks now, and she hasn’t written a word about me, or visited.’ He looked up at him ‘Wait – conflicts? Preferences? are you not happy with the way she’s treated you?’ Bastien smiled wryly

‘Well it’s all been rather flattering, but I can’t help feeling like a piece of meat – do you not get that sometimes with some writers?’ Drake squirmed slightly

‘I guess so, some of them do get overheated’ There was a silence, during which Drake pulled at his ear nervously. The guard radiated calm and stability.

‘I believe you can pick and choose your – interactions when Les is around’ said Bastien. ‘There is more interest in my character thanks to her and some other writers, but I don’t always have the choice as to what I play. In fact it’s rather a novelty to be able to. I’m not just playing with Sophia, you know, I do have other contacts’

‘I’m sorry Bas, I got wound up. It’s not your fault, it’s just my insecurities. But why do you think she hasn’t written about me lately? I miss her’ He sighed heavily.

‘Do you think you could stand to be next to me without taking a swing?’ Bastien asked ‘To be truthful I’m not feeling as strong as usual, my stamina has been – compromised thanks to Sophia’ Drake looked at him sideways.

‘Heh – welcome to the club Bas. Good job virtual stamina is more powerful than the real thing – from what I’ve heard’

‘Yes indeed’ rumbled the guard. ‘You can use your virtual privileges to go and visit that dive bar where it all started if you like’ Drake rubbed the back of his neck.

‘I’m kind of running out of juice now Les has been away so long’ he said sadly.

‘Well I have some to spare’ smiled Bastien ‘Come on son, let’s have a drink together’

I sat at the keyboard. Our daughter had gone home and at last I should have some uninterrupted time for visiting Drake. It had been an interesting experience writing another love interest, but I missed my lover and hoped he wasn’t too angry with me. I had poured a lot of energy into Bastien, but I was kind of burned out. I was looking forward to reconnecting, and closed down the document I was working on, ready to follow him wherever he was.

I frowned. Drake wasn’t there – not at first. Then his face appeared, and I smiled but he did not respond.

This is Drake Walker. The Drake Walker you are trying to contact is not available right now. Please wait and you will be passed along to the first Drake Walker available. If no-one is available you may have to wait before making another attempt. Please wait to be connected…

The picture faded, and a buzzing sound ensued, like a call waiting signal. I waited, until a tousle haired Daniel Tomasso type Drake came into view. It looked as if he had just woken up – or been interrupted mid session with whoever his current lover was

‘Hey Les, what’s up? Kate says hi’ he grinned ‘Sorry for the appearance, we were – busy’ I immediately knew which one she was talking to, and blushed

‘I’m sorry to interrupt’ I said ‘I don’t seem to be able to get hold of my man’ Dan/Drake turned away from the screen and there was a muffled conversation before he turned back to her. ‘Ah yeah, he was getting a bit antsy with you away. I think he want to talk with Bastien’ I felt my blood freeze. How could I have been so insensitive? What did Drake think of me, writing steamy love scenes with another character – and such bad timing, just before I was away and he didn’t have the chance to talk it over with me.

‘B-Bastien?’ I stammered ‘I – oh heck, that doesn’t sound good’ Drake nodded to me, beckoning me to the screen.

‘I think you’d better come through and we’ll go and find him’ he said ‘Hold on a moment while I make myself decent’ A few moments later he held his hand to the screen for me to follow, and I stood next to him in the bedroom at the Palace that he and Kate shared. Kate was there too and stepped forward to give me a hug.

‘Les, it’s been too long. Did you have a good vacation?’ I nodded

‘Yes it was wonderful. I was hoping to share with my man, but he’s gone awol. I think he might be upset with me’

‘Oh honey, that’s too bad. You need to talk with him, don’t let him brood and sulk, you know how Drake is – or are.’ Kate frowned in concern. I sighed and turned to Dan/Drake.

‘Well I’d better bite the bullet. Shall we start at the waiting area? Perhaps Madeleine knows where he is’ Drake sucked his breath in between his teeth

‘Oh hell, Madeleine? Do I have to come?’ I sighed

‘I suppose not. Wish me luck’ Kate glared at her man

‘Afraid of little Miss Ice Queen, Ducky?’ she said, and he looked sheepish.

‘Not afraid Kate’ he asserted ‘Cautious, but not afraid’

‘It’s fine, I made this mess and I’ll clean it up’ I said despondently. ‘I guess I’ll see you round’ I gave them a little wave and closed my eyes, opening them at the reception desk. Madeleine turned toward me, pale blue eyes locked on mine.

‘Well look who the cat dragged in’ she said tartly ‘Your friend was asking after you a little while ago’ I braced herself, determined not to let her get to me.

‘Well Madeleine, you would know I suppose. You’d also know where he is right now, as you’re so efficient and well organised.’ The other woman pursed her lips

‘And why might I tell you?’ she asked sweetly.

‘Well Madeleine, it may have escaped your notice that I’m on good terms with Bastien’ I bluffed ‘and I’m told he has powers to discipline anyone who doesn’t – oh I don’t know, do their job properly, be helpful to visitors’ Madeleine paled slightly.

‘Perhaps I do know where he is, just wait a moment’ she tapped away at her keyboard, looking at the screen ‘Ah there he is’ she looked up at me ‘You may not like this’

‘Try me’

‘The Drake Walker you’re trying to locate is currently at the dive bar in New York – and Bastien is there too. The scene has gone dormant but as soon as you arrive it will pick right up where it stopped’

‘Dormant?’ I asked

‘Yes, when an author has been absent for a while, their characters can run out of energy, especially if they are exclusive to that author. I thought you knew that’ she smiled sweetly, looking away to tap at her keyboard and peruse the screen ‘It has been a while since you visited, according to my records’ I swallowed. Poor Drake, I really had neglected him. I hoped he wasn’t suffering, but I dared not ask Madeleine.

‘Okay Madeleine, thanks for your help’

‘Oh not at all, it’s what I’m here for’ she said acidly and gave me a strained smile.

I closed her eyes and thought of the bar, a sick heavy feeling in my stomach. Before I opened them, I smelled whisky and and the faint whiff of greasy smoke, as if someone had let the burgers burn. I opened them, to see..

Drake sitting at the bar, Riley on his knee, laughing and joking, Bastien leaning on the bar next to him, a glass of whiskey in hand. He was the first to see me and straightened up, his face flushing slightly before he got control of his features. He put his hand on Drake’s shoulder.

‘We have company, son’ he said gravely, and Drake turned to see me. He jumped guiltily and Riley fell off his knee laughing, holding onto the bar to stay upright.

‘You!’ he slurred, pointing at me ‘you…’ his face fell ‘You came back.’

‘Well it looks like you didn’t miss me much’ I said, glaring at Riley. Drake drew himself up, and put his arm around Bastien, squeezing and shaking him slightly. The guard took it stoicly, face impassive.

‘And you – you had fun with someone else from what I’ve heard’ he said accusingly ‘Isn’t that right, Bas’ he prodded the older man, who looked embarrassed for a second. I shifted uncomfortably.

‘I’m not the only one to write about more than one love interest’ I said defensively ‘I was just – stretching myself’ Drake laughed

‘Is that what they call it now?’ he said, his voice rising a little and stepping unsteadily towards me. I swallowed

‘Look Drake, yes I did write about Bastien. But you were in it too, and you were friends with Sophia, you’ll be playing a bigger part later on. You could always ask someone else to play it out if you don’t like being second fiddle.’ Drake swayed a little and the guard caught at his elbow to steady him.

‘How come you’ve been gone so long? Afraid to face me after that – that fuck fest with Bastien?’ He waved his arms wildly and I blushed to the roots of my hair.

‘I told you I’d be away. I was too tired in the evenings to come over, and then my daughter came home with me…’ Drake interrupted me at this point

‘Ha – got you – you don’t have a daughter’ he said triumphantly, stabbing his finger at me. Tears pricked my eyes and my throat tightened.

‘I – I told you Drake, our younger child is a trans woman, she came out about a year ago. It’s confusing, but we’ve started calling her our daughter now – we saw her on the way down and – she dressed up and we called her by her new name’ Drake’s face paled and he deflated.

‘Oh god – oh Les, I’m sorry – how could I – hell, I’m an idiot’ He pulled his hand over his face. Bastien cleared his throat.

‘It seems to me you two should probably go somewhere private and talk things out’ he said ‘I’ll take Riley out, unless you have a place in mind’ Drake and I looked at each other warily, then he surged forward and hugged me. I sniffled and hugged him back.

‘Les, I missed you so much’ he said, his voice muffled in my hair ‘you didn’t leave me any messages’

‘I’m so sorry, I just didn’t have time – and I guess I got a little carried away with Bastien. But it was just a fling. I’m sorry Bas’ I said over his shoulder ‘No offence meant’ The guard nodded sagely

‘None taken’ he replied, winking ‘Sophia was a marvellous diversion, but I have others’ Bastien took Riley’s hand, and the two of them left. Drake and I stood back from each other.

‘I missed you too Drake, but I just couldn’t get away’ I said softly ‘Can you forgive me?’ He sighed heavily.

‘I was a jerk. Luckily Bastien has the patience of a saint and I managed not to punch him into the middle of next week – which is probably possible here’ he grinned. ‘and I’m so sorry for getting it wrong about your daughter, that was crass.’ We clung to each other again, moulding together, feeling each other’s physicality, or whatever it might virtually be. There was solidity, warmth, breath, heartbeat – all so real, I wasn’t sure what the difference was any more. He drew away from me and held me at arm’s length, looking into my eyes

‘So how is it with your daughter?’ he asked ‘I’m here for you if you need it’

‘It’s fine – well it’s a bit weird, but she looks so comfortable when she’s wearing a dress and make up. I keep switching from one name to another but it’s fine, she understands it’s not easy for us either.’

‘Well she’s lucky to have supportive parents’ he said ‘Of course I’ve nothing to compare it with, but that’s common sense’ We hugged again. ‘So how long do you think you can stay?’ he asked

‘How long is a piece of string?’ I laughed ‘Things are back to normal, so hopefully for a while’ He held me tighter.

‘Did I - was I okay when you first saw me?’ he said ‘I may have run out of energy, stopped…’ he looked a little fearful.

‘Honestly, Madeleine said you were dormant, but I didn’t see anything, you probably started up as soon as I landed’

‘That’s good. Early on I really ran out of juice and one of my previous companions said it took me a few minutes to come back up’ he shivered ‘it was like – well I don’t know what it was like but it wasn’t nice.’ I squeezed him again.

‘I’ll try not to be away so long again’ I said ‘It’s rare we go for more than three days so you should be okay.’

‘Good’ he said ‘Hey, how was your holiday?’

‘There were a few sticky patches but overall it was lovely’ I said ‘The weather was just right, I got a bit of a tan, and the place we were staying was good.’

‘Sticky patches huh?’ he asked ‘Do you want to share?’

‘Hmm let’s see, I had almost a whole bottle of shower gel leak in my bag, the fire alarm went off in the hotel, and hubby lost his photo ID.’

‘He lost it? Weren’t you waiting for it and you got it just in time before you went?’ he asked

‘Yup, we got there okay, then he said he couldn’t find it. We looked everywhere in the apartment and in the car. My stress levels went sky high and I was ready to push him off a cliff, but we found it the next day – it had fallen down the side of the driver’s seat in the car’

‘I bet you didn’t let him forget that’ he laughed

‘Yeah, that was a double edged sword’ I replied ‘I put it with mine in my purse, then he wouldn’t stop asking me where my purse was’

‘Ha, that sounds like fun’

‘Well, I thought now my memory is refreshed, we could go there together and I’ll show you all my favourite places’

‘Great, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!’ Drake took my hand and squeezed it excitedly.

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