#he died pretty quickly but boy was that shirt red by the end of it

[it-was-too-cold-always]

We're Not in CW Anymore - 2

Chapter 1

The reader gets blasted into another universe - one where Sam and Dean Winchester are real people, real hunters, and really fucked up. To her surprise (or horror), Dean has been getting glimpses of her life in his dreams and is completely enamored with her. It's nothing like the cable-friendly CW show that she knows and loves.

Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: language, violence

Chapter 2: Family Remains is a Damn Good Episode

Dean would not stop staring. It was becoming increasingly unsettling. "Dude," Sam nudged him, sensing your discomfort. Dean snapped out of it, glancing around and composing himself. Sam debated which topic he wanted to bring up first - the fact that you've watched their lives in a TV show, or the comment Gabriel made about Dean being "quite familiar" with you. He decided on the latter.

"Dean, you want to tell me why Gabriel said you'd be familiar with her?" Sam looked over at his brother with a slightly pissed off glare. Dean’s face immediately turned bright red, fidgeting in his seat. He stared at the booth table and stammered. Finally, he blurted, "I've been watching her for the past couple months." You stared at him, mouth open, in complete shock. "Listen, it's not as creepy as it sounds. It's in my dreams. It's like I'm a ghost, I can see you but you can't see me. I've been with you at work, around the house, at the gym...sleeping..." he continued, "but again! I'm not a fucking creep! Whenever I sleep, I just show up at a random time in your day."

You were mortified. What exactly has he seen? The thought of someone watching you around the house made your skin crawl. And sleeping?! Your mind ran through every potentially embarrassing moment of the past months he could've witnessed. Your sleep shirts and smutty romance books were embarrassing enough. Has he seen you masterbate? You wanted to crawl under a rock.

"Why the fuck didn't you say anything to me about this? Didn't you think it was a little important that you've been connected to this girl somehow?" Sam was clearly frustrated with Dean. You didn't want to get in the middle of it, so you stayed silent, processing everything that was happening. Before Dean could respond, the waitress came back to take the boys' order. A salad and burger, what a surprise. Dean's gaze returned to you, making eye contact as you sipped your coffee.

"Dude, you're doing it again," Sam chastised Dean. It was a little creepy, despite his claims that he wasn't. "Listen, I say we get back to the bunker and look more into this. Surely there's something we can find about soulmates from alternate dimensions. The Men of Letters have so many resources, I'm sure we'll find a lead of some kind," Sam said. You nodded in agreement. You weren't sure what to besides follow them back to the bunker. “Agreed. But first, food,” Dean responded. Pretty on brand of him.

The boys ate while you nursed your coffee. You were busy contemplating all the different questions you wanted to ask. Was Bobby still alive? Did their mom come back from the dead? Did Castiel become cool or was he still an emotionless angel dickhead? You had so much you wanted to ask. You decided to start with the Bobby question. Looking up, you met eyes with Dean. Staring again. You decided to return the favor and stared back. You lost rather quickly – his gaze was very intimidating, even though his look was more of wonder than malice. You looked towards Sam and blurted your question. “Is Bobby alive?”

“Um, yeah…does he die in your universe?” Sam asked. You explained his death, rambling that it was one of your favorite episodes, but you always skipped the ending because he gets fatally wounded and it makes you sad to watch. Sam looks a little disturbed, you’re sure it’s because you just admitted that your favorite episode is the one where Bobby dies. You try to recover that blunder. “I mean that’s not my favorite episode. I really love season 4, ‘Family Remains.’ Where you thought it was a ghost but then it was human kids living in the walls. That one gives me the heeby jeebs. OR the Ghostfacers episodes, those are too fucking funny.” Shut. UP. You were kicking yourself for rambling. Dean rolls his eyes at the mention of the Ghostfacers. Sam clenches his jaw. Totally going to stop talking now.

The food arrives just in time to save you from further embarrassment. Dean immediately digs in, taking a massive bite out of the burger. You stare in disbelief – you can’t believe this is happening. The boys eat quickly enough. You drank WAY too much coffee and your hands were shaking. Both from the situation and the caffeine. Finally, it’s time to pile into the Impala and go to the bunker. The engine turns over and music starts playing. You recognize the song immediately, it’s straight from one of your playlists. Dean quickly moves to turn the song off, clearly embarrassed. You make eye contact in the rearview mirror. “What? You have good taste in music,” he defends himself.

As you drive in the now silent car, you think about what the next steps might look like. Sam wants to look for lore on soulmates from different universes, but what good would that do? It doesn’t change the situation. You’re stuck in a different world with people you barely know. Sure, you’d trust Dean Winchester with your life. But that’s the TV version of him. You don’t know anything about this guy. You thought you read once that Kripke wanted Dean to be tatted up, but they didn’t have the budget for it. I guess when it’s real life, you don’t have to worry about a budget. You mulled over what Gabriel had said about this being the nitty-gritty, real-life version of the show. That means a shit ton of killing and violence. Lots of disposing bodies. You were torn between being terrified for your safety and feeling sad for all the crap they’ve had to deal with. Sure, this Dean had tattoos and nasty scars and watched you sleep at night, but maybe he’s still the burger-loving, dorky man you fell in love with on the show. He might kill you, but you decided you didn’t really have a choice – you either went with these men you kinda knew, or you went out on your own in a different universe with no connections or money. You were willing to gamble on the chance that they’re not deranged killers.

Chapter 3

#dean winchester #supernatural #dean x reader #sam and dean #team free will #spn

[hyperfixated-homo]

Can I request a moceit dads thing?

-g

Mociet meet-cute

Janus takes the twins on a playdate. Their friend’s parent is much cuter than he thought they would be.

Ao3 link

I have no thoughts they’re just cute. its more mociet than dad content, hope that’s alright :)

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"Slow down, you two! You're going to break something!" Janus called exasperatedly.

Remus and Roman ran faster, almost sprinting away from him and towards the house at the end of the neighborhood.

He silently apologized to all of the wonderful people he was sure they were disturbing in the quiet area. It was only nine in the morning and his boys were shrieking like he'd taken away their toys and left them in a closet to starve.

He hoped Mr Heart had some wine in his house. Janus didn't think he could handle dealing with the disaster twins for another day and a half without some alcohol.

There was a slight chill in the autumn air today. The leaves had begun to change to a spectacular display of reds and yellows. Here and there, some had begun to fall from their branches, only to get crushed beneath shoes and car tires. A cloudless blue sky covered a neighborhood of pretty little houses painted all the colors of the rainbow. The wind carried a mix of the tree's scent and the newly fallen leaves.

Janus smiled at the pleasant weather and grabbed the collar of his thick, warm sweater. He pulled it up and grinned at the sun. It was a good day for the kids to have chosen to have a play date.

He strolled towards the address Virgil's dad had given him over the phone (a light blue one, he noted, fifth down the street).

He could see his little eight year olds standing at the driveway. They were both almost vibrating with excitement, calling him over in voices that were far too loud considering he was less than five meters away.

It only made him grin harder.

He made it to them and the boys practically dragged him to the front door. Remus jumped up on the fence to ring the doorbell ("Once is enough, Squishy!") and before he knew it the door was opening with a quiet creak.

And Janus was promptly met with quite possibly the most stunning man he'd ever seen in his life.

The man stood a good few centimeters taller than him, but didn't tower over him by any means. His clothes are simple, a pair of beige khaki shorts and a light blue golf shirt that almost matched in shade with the walls of his house. Soft, kind eyes sparkled at him from behind thin circle glasses, and he wore a smile that made Janus want to know him.

To put it simply, Janus was very, very gay.

Thank god for his three years of theater in middle school, without it he might have just died on the spot.

"Hi there kiddos! You got here just in time, I just finished some cookies that I was going to give to Virgil." God, he sounded like a sweetheart too, this is so unfair. Who gave him the right to look and sound like that? He sounded like he was glowing. How the hell can a person sound like they're glowing?!

Janus felt himself slip into a smooth, honeyed voice almost automatically. He plastered a smirk that he hoped seemed sly and not completely infatuated onto his face.

"Of course, darling. Give the kids a sugar rush before they go out and play. I'm sure that won't end in disaster."

He winced internally at how condescending that came off, but was pleasantly surprised when Mr Heart just chuckled.

"Virge usually need some sugar before they go out. He doesn't like the outdoors all that much" he explained, voice still bright and shining.

"It's a wonder he gets along so well with mine then." Janus responded dryly, rolling his eyes for extra flair (the boys had to learn their over-the-top dramatics from somewhere).

The man laughed again and stepped back to let them in.

Roman and Remus said hello as quickly as they could before sprinting to the counter, yelling hellos at another kid they could now see sitting there.

"I'm Patton," he beamed, holding his hand out "it's nice to meet you!"

Janus took his hand, and instead of shaking it brought it up to his mouth.

"Janus King" came his reply, praying to a god he didn't even believe in that Patton didn't see past his clever facade.

And it seemed his prayers were answered, as Patton stuttered over his words, face turning a pretty shade of pink. Janus found himself staring at the freckles the color brought out.

"Cookies!" he exclaimed suddenly, "I- uh- I just baked some cookies if you want them? I could make you a drink too if you'd like- I mean most people want a drink with cookies-"

Janus found himself giggling at his new friend's poor attempt to hide his scrambling, but he took pity on him and decided to accept the change in conversation.

"Do you have any tea?" he said warmly.

"Ah- yes!" Patton turned on and started walking towards the counter. He only blushed harder when he realized that Janus wasn't planning on letting go of his hand any time soon. "What kind do you like?"

Conversation flowed enjoyably as they made something to snack on. Patton was easy to talk to, and he was charming and charismatic when he wasn't busy being a flustered mess. His sense of humor was not the kind Janus indulged in usually, but he found himself laughing along to his silly puns and dad jokes more often than not.

He laughed a lot around Patton. And not even necessarily in a flirty way either.

The smell of freshly baked shortbread cookies, sweet with the scent of vanilla and honey, waft through the air. The sound of their boy's joyful laughter filled any quiet that may have been present at the little house.

With sugar on tongue stars in his eyes, Janus decided that the twins were going to be spending a lot more time in this house.

#sanders sides #patton sanders #janus sanders #mociet #fluff #soooo much fluff #shadow writes #never formatting on my phone again for tumblr or ao3 this was an awful experience #0/10 would not recommend #/lh

[lustastarte]

✧♡rude | josuyasu♡✧

genre: fluff/a little angst

pretty, preppy boys like josuke never want anything to do with delinquents like okuyasu. the feeling is mutual.

published: 2023

no stands, college aus (the college is run more like a high school because i hate how actual college is run)

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Okuyasu shot up out of his chair as the class bell rung, signaling the end of second period. The sophomore jogged through the door, elbowing people in the hallway to get by. He only wanted to get to science.

Science was his favorite subject. It didn't even matter which branch, he adored it all. Despite everyone believing he was some delinquent whose goal was to barely pass, he loved messing with chemicals, studying different animals, and calculating the force between objects. But there is another reason he's drawn to that class. That science class is full of juniors, and he has, in the least complicated way possible, a slight crush on one of them. His name is Josuke, and he takes Okuyasu's breath away.

The sophomore walked into the classroom and almost fell when he saw the school's leading "pretty boy." He was sitting in the very back, combing through his beloved, shiny deep indigo hair, Italian dress shoes propped up on the desk adjacent to him. With a slightly condescending smirk on his face, he raked his soft eyes over Okuyasu. It felt as if he had been shocked, rings of electricity encasing him. Josuke's custom-designed school uniform jacket draped across the back of his chair, his yellow shirt clinging tightly to his broad shoulders and prominent chest.

"Oh my god," the black-eyed boy thought to himself. "He even wore his expensive earrings."

Okuyasu, in an embarrassed frenzy, scanned the room for a seat. The only one empty, however, was the one Josuke had his feet on. Taking deep breaths in with every other step, he attempted to look confident on his way over to the seat. The façade didn't last long.

"I- Um-," Okuyasu huffed, frustrated at his inability to hold it together. "Hey, would it be- can I sit here?"

"Mmm... sure. But only you," he muttered, dragging his gaze slowly over Okuyasu's cowering form. "Maybe I'll let you sit here tomorrow too, if you can fix your acting."

The younger man nodded quickly, organizing his supplies and sitting down. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, he saw right through me... It might be easier to transfer sch-"

"Why are you so jumpy? I won't bite," Josuke questioned with a sour tone and sickly sweet smile. It looked almost evil. "At least, you know, not if I don't have to. So just stay out of my way and we'll be fine, yeah?"

"Yeah! Uh, yeah, of course," Okuyasu agreed quickly, looking away as his tan cheeks turned blotchy red.

All of the surrounding chatter in the classroom died down when the teacher entered. Class went on, and Okuyasu stole looks at the man beside him. Unfortunately, he was horrible at being subtle, nearly turning his head a full 90 degrees each time.

"What the fuck is your problem?" 

"What?" Okuyasu was frightened by the sudden harsh whispering.

"Why the hell do you keep looking over here? Wasn't my only condition to not bother me?"

"I-," Okuyasu began.

"You what? Do you have a problem?"

"N-No! There's no problem!"

"Are you looking for one?"

Fear flashed in the younger man's eyes. "No! Of course not," he answered with a pleading tone.

"That's what I thought," Josuke said matter-of-factly, turning away from Okuyasu, who felt as though there was a black hole in his stomach, turning his limbs to strings.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Once again, Okuyasu shot out of his chair like a rocket. He tried gathering his binders and notebooks quickly, but he didn't gather them quickly enough. Josuke forcefully pushed past him, knocking him down. The sophomore landed on the floor, wincing as his ass and thighs went numb. However, once the room cleared, Josuke turned and backtracked, reluctantly picking him up off the ground without a word, swiftly leaving his behind in the room, smiling ever so slightly to himself.

"Shit, I just knocked him down, but at least I helped him up.... He's kind of cute, why haven't I ever talked to him before?" Maybe he should ask one of his friends who he is?

"Hey, Yukako," Josuke called as he strolled toward the group, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Who's that kid?"

"The one walking out of Dr. Brown's room?"

"Yeah, him. What's his name?"

"Keicho, I think. Wait, give me a second," she paused, spinning around to face her boyfriend. "Koichi, honey, who's that kid?"

Koichi whipped his head around, taking a good look at the sophomore walking down the hallway. "That's Okuyasu Nijimura. He's in our literature class, remember?"

"Oh yeah! The delinquent! He never turns in his papers," Yukako giggled behind a piece of her long, thick black hair, nose and eyes squinching as her bright white teeth revealed themselves.

"He's in my science class," Josuke mumbled, boring holes through Okuyasu's back.

"I think he's in my world history class," Rohan muttered, absentmindedly chewing on the end of a pen.

Josuke snorted. "How would you know, dickhead? You're always asleep in that class, said so yours-"

"Fuck off Josuke," the green-haired man spat. "Fucking asshole."

"Okuyasu. I like that. Josuke and Okuyasu... Why am I putting our names together?"

He snapped back to reality to find Yukako poking his shoulder with a good bit of force. "Josuke. Josuke! Helloooo, are you okay? You look confused."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just go to lunch."

Josuke was honestly questioning his own sanity. He couldn't want anything to do with that kid. Okuyasu was a delinquent, he was the school's most popular 'pretty boy' and had a reputation to hold up. Okuyasu was supposed to be the background character and Josuke the main character. He knew that if he fell for him, he'd have to keep it a secret.

"Josuke. Josukeeee. JOSUKE," Yukako yelled, getting louder as she smacked her friend's arm.

"What?" He snapped out of his daze and whipped his head around to the woman.

"You're staring again."

"No, I'm not. You just came to school fucking high again, dumbass," he retorted.

"It was one time!" she complained, Koichi snickering next to her.

"Well, I wasn't staring so you can go suck a big, fat dick," Josuke sang, shit-eating grin lighting up his face.

She sighed, flicking her eyes to the side and shaking her head. He knows he was staring, but god forbid the man let on that he has the ability to experience emotion. Whether he liked it or not, he couldn't control it. Josuke was drooling on the table like a dog faced with meat as he recalled Okuyasu's face.

He involuntarily swooned as Okuyasu laughed at one of his friend's jokes. The corners of his lips turned up as the other almost fell out of his seat, smacking the table. A woman with powder pink hair at the table was high fiving everyone. Okuyasu, smoothing out his navy blue uniform, helped himself back into the chair, lightly patting his carefully styled  hair to make sure it was still in place. He looked up, his large, circular eyes and deep black gaze accidentally catching Josuke's pacific blue stare, causing the older man to gasp and turn away.

"What?" Rohan asked, spooked by the sudden movement.

"Nothing, I-," Josuke breathed, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest.

"Is it that Okuyasu kid? For the fifth time in the last 30 minutes?"

"Whatever, just eat your food."

The artist licked his lips, glancing over toward Okuyasu. "I think he's hot."

"Fuck off Rohan, you have like twenty guys in your phone already."

"Well, you talk to him or I'll make my move. Your call," Rohan threatened, smirking and shrugging his shoulders.

Okuyasu began laughing as Reimi finished making a harsh joke about him being straight. She received a round of high-fives from the others as Okuyasu lost his balance. After hysterically laughing in the floor, he pulled himself back up into the seat, wiping tears from his eyes and fixing his hair. He naturally looks around the room, and on his way back to his starting point, something stopped him.

Josuke was staring straight at him, mouth slightly open and eyes glossed over. One hand was on the table, his head cocked slightly to the side as he rested his teeth on the side of his thumb. His round eyes were widened slightly, dark, well-kept eyebrows moving up and back down again. He closed his mouth and smiled. A millisecond later, the junior noticed he was looking. His shiny hair levitated as he snapped his neck to the side, pretending to have been looking around the room, but it was much too late. Okuyasu knew he was staring, but not what for.

"Why was he staring? Am I going to get hurt? What did I do?" He was suddenly confused and slightly terrified, which his friends caught on to quickly.

"Hey, what's wrong, Oku? You look like you're gonna be sick," Mikitaka asked from across the table, grabbing his hand.

"Josuke was just looking at me," he explained, his eyes widened, brows furrowed, and nose flared. "Not even like a quick look, he had to have been staring for a bit. And he has this smile on his face..."

"Ooh, your boyfriend is looking at you," Keicho teased. "Josuke and Okuyasu sitting in a tree-!"

"He is not my boyfriend, stupid. That will never, ever happen, not even in a million years," Okuyasu sighed, looking down and pressing his lips together. "He's too popular and pretty for me, plus he has a reputation as the school's resident fuckboy."

"Oh my god dude," Reimi whined. "I just watched the school's most sought-after guy drool over you for about 20 minutes before you caught him," she said, cocking his head matter-of-factly.

Okuyasu shook his head. "He's probably planning to murder me for taking the desk he had his feet on."

"No, bitch," she flicked his forehead, "Listen to me, just this one time. He was actually drooling, like a leaky faucet drooling."

"I just... don't think he has a thing for me. I'm pretty sure I saw him making out with Rohan the other day."

"Actually," Mikitaka interrupted, pointing his finger at the scared sophomore, "that's how he plays around with everyone in that group. I've heard Rohan has his eyes on someone, but I can't figure out who."

"But he flirts with everyone," Reimi added, throwing her hands up. "He was flirting with me the other day."

"I don't even know who's who," Okuyasu mumbled.

"I got you" Keicho lightly smacked his brother's arm. "You see the one with the purple shirt, green vest, and green hair? That's Rohan."

Okuyasu nodded, humming, and Keicho continued. "The girl with the blue uniform and really long black hair? That's Yukako. You know Josuke already, of course. Grey hair, green uniform? That's Koichi."

Okuyasu nodded again, looking back at his friends. "And what's the probability that any of them would try to hurt me?"

"None! How many times do I have to tell you? Shut up and eat," Reimi commanded.

Okuyasu only wanted to leave the school and go home, not be detoured. He wanted to escape that concrete prison and rush to the safety of his home to ensure that no one would be attacking him. It didn't matter what his friends said, Josuke and his friends were dangerous. He had heard especially nasty things about that Yukako girl.

Josuke, however, had a different plan for him. As the sophomore stepped out of the school building, the confident, stylish man beckoned him over with his finger. Okuyasu, once again terrified, complied and walked toward him. There was absolutely no point in acting. Even if he could hide the deer-in-headlights stare, his sudden lack of color, and full-body tremors, Josuke would see right through it.

"Hey, calm down bro, I promise I'm not here to hurt you... Unless you give me a reason in the future," the junior said gently, poking his elbow into Okuyasu's side with a chuff of laughter. "I just want to apologize for knocking you down earlier. I didn't mean to."

"I-It's okay," Okuyasu stuttered, shocked that Josuke, the Josuke, apologized to him, much less waited for him in the parking lot. "Thank you for helping me up."

To be honest, Okuyasu had no idea how he managed to even speak. Josuke looked like a piece of art to him. Like a statue that had been carved out of the finest marble, and then painted to absolute perfection. Not even Venus de Milo could compare to Josuke in his eyes. Okuyasu saw the older boy open his mouth to speak, and he hyper-focused on the way the older man's lips wrapped around each syllable. He had no idea what he said, the blood pumping in his veins sounded like crashing waves in his ear, harmonizing with the melodic lilt in Josuke's voice.

Nonetheless, he nodded with a soft, "Yeah."

"Then let's go," the junior said, offering his hand to aid Okuyasu in getting on the back of his motorcycle.

"Wait, what?"

"I asked if you were hungry. You said yes, so now we're going to eat somewhere."

"What? Why?"

"I want to get to know you better, and I'm apologizing for knocking you down," Josuke explained without skipping a beat. Okuyasu gave him a funny look, one that he couldn't quite describe, and he continued. "What, I can't be a normal guy for once?"

Okuyasu face flowered with a warm rose tint at the mere sight of the junior's sly smirk. "I just didn't think you were... that kind of person, no offence," he admitted as the older man helped him onto the bike. "Or that you would want to hang out with someone like me."

Josuke rolled his eyes and jumped onto the bike, plopping down right in front of Okuyasu and revving the engine.

"Shut up and hold tight, we're going for a ride." And with another devilishly handsome smirk at the younger, the motorcyclist tore out of the school parking lot, leaving behind exhaust fumes and Okuyasu's entire soul.

He never expected to have a mental breakdown on the back of a motorcycle. Truth be told, he never expected to get on the back of a motorcycle in the first place. Okuyasu doesn't really put his trust into personal vehicles. Yet here he is, close to tears and clutching onto Josuke so tightly he would find fingernail indentions in his chest and stomach when he goes to shower that night.

"Slow down!" Okuyasu cried, trying his best to be heard over the roaring engine.

The older let out a deep belly laugh. "We're not even going that fast! It's only 60," he said, barely audible although yelling.

" Only 60?!" Okuyasu screamed, pulling Josuke closer. The vehicle slowed as they reached the entrance of a quaint diner furnished with decor from the 80s. Okuyasu had his face buried in the older boy's back, arms in a death lock around his waist, and legs trembling on either side of Josuke's hips.

The junior parked the bike and offered his hand to help Okuyasu off the back.

"Holy fuck, I am never, ever, ever getting on a motorcycle with you again."

"Oh, but you will. How do you think you're gonna get home, hotshot?"

Well, fuck. Maybe he didn't think this through.

"I-"

"You won't. I'm gonna take you home, end of story," Josuke interrupted with a determined (and pleased) air about him. "Now get your ass into the diner."

Once they had ordered, Okuyasu sat down in front of the other at a booth, back to the door.

"You really don't have to-"

"But I want to," the junior said. "So, you're a sophomore, right?"

"Yeah, I am," Okuyasu was fidgeting with his napkin and sweating bullets.

"I've gotten word that you're some delinquent, but you must be a genius. You have an A in science, right?"

The obsidian-haired boy focused his field of vision on an old poster on the wall. "I am... not a genius, by any means, but yes, I have a good grade in science."

The waiter swung by their table, dropping their food off quickly.

"You," Josuke began as he shoved a large bite of pomegranate pancakes in his mouth, "are a genius."

Okuyasu shook his head and chuckled. "You," he said, taking a bite of his burger in attempt to playfully mock Josuke, "looked stupid doing that."

The junior couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Maybe I did," he said with a cocky tone. "Anyway, tell me about yourself."

The sophomore scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting back and forth against the vinyl print on the tables. "My fucking crush is asking me about myself," he thought.

"What do you want to know?"

"Anything you deem fit to tell me," Josuke quietly replied. The corners of his lips were upturned, and all his attention was on the man in front of him.

Okuyasu sighed as the realization set in that Josuke was interested in him, and especially in what he had to say. For the first time, he returned the gaze, no matter how nervous he was. "Well, I like reading, but I get made fun of for it sometimes. All of my friends do."

Josuke tensed his jaw, the muscle visibly rippling up his jawline. "Who?"

"Akira and his fucking goons."

"That'll stop soon," the older said, voice dripping with something Okuyasu couldn't decipher. Malice?

"But they've been doing it for years-"

"That'll stop soon. That's not a threat, that's a promise," Josuke repeated, the malice now obvious in his voice.

Okuyasu didn't understand. "Why do you want to help me? This is the first day we've ever spoken to one another."

"Listen, I think you're cool. My friends think you're nice. Honestly, we were talking at lunch and we'd love to meet your friends. You can come over to our table whenever you want to. Actually, we want you to every day, or at the very least twice a week. Akira and his dumbass worshippers bother you at lunch too, don't they?"

"And in every class," Okuyasu admitted, studying the linoleum floor tiles.

"Yeah, that settles it. You're coming to our table."

"But I-"

"No buts. I expect to see you and your friends at my table tomorrow and for the rest of the year," Josuke said, softly smiling.

Okuyasu watched as his crush smiled at him, as his eyes narrowed, his nose scrunched, and his teeth shined between his perfect lips. He could have fainted at the sight. Hell, he could have died happy right there. Josuke was so beautiful to him, no wonder everyone wants to get their hands on him. His shiny, perfectly gelled indigo hair curving up and away from his clear, shimmery skin, his vibrant, tropical blue eyes narrowed in happiness, his perfect nose wrinkled cutely, his lips stretched slightly over his teeth.

"Okuyasu? Are you okay? I'm sorry if I freaked you out, I just don't want you to get hurt. You don't have to sit-"

"Yeah, I'm okay, I just got distracted. I'll be there, I promise."

"Good, I was worried. Hey, can I ask you something?"

Okuyasu took a deep breath and nodded, preparing himself for the worst.

"I noticed you staring at me a lot in class today. Wh-"

"Oh!" The younger man checked his watch frantically. "Looks like my mom will be home at any minute, I better beat her there."

And even though it was the last thing Josuke wanted to do right then, he took Okuyasu home. The ride back was less stressful for Okuyasu, and Josuke, although not used to others riding with him, quite enjoyed the feeling of the sophomore's chest against his back. They rode in silence, and once they arrived, Josuke once again offered his hand to help the other off the motorcycle. The only words he could muster were, "See ya," with a clap against Okuyasu's back.

Okuyasu turned to jelly the second his door shut. This was going to be a long, long semester, but he still didn't mind because at the very least, he would be friends with Josuke.

The next day, as Okuyasu rushed out of his first class and into his second like usual, he spotted Josuke. His buff arm, covered with his silky, royal purple uniform jacket, laid across the back of an empty seat and a smirk lounged on his face, the junior nodded his head toward the chair when the sophomore walked in. Lifting his arm only when Okuyasu had sat down, Josuke turned toward him.

"You still sitting with us at lunch?"

"Yeah."

"Your friends too?" Okuyasu nodded.

"Good," Josuke said, barely audible over the old air system, just before their science teacher entered the room. All throughout the class period, Okuyasu did what he knew best; taking long, hard looks at Josuke while thoughts of them together ran through his head like a movie. Each second, another clip of their life appeared, one of them decorating a college dorm together, one of them buying a house, one of them dancing around the warmly-lit den, one of them finally seeing sleep after taking care of their kid, one of them cooking together in the kitchen, another one of them dancing. He adored every second spent looking at Josuke with his own eyes, simply because they're his, and that means the junior is locked into Okuyasu's brain now. Meanwhile, back in reality, they were given a worksheet and permission to work with partners, but because the junior is stubborn, he refused to work with anyone. No, he absolutely did not get what they were doing, he doesn't understand a single word on the page, and Okuyasu could tell. Halfway through the period, the junior felt someone tap his shoulder.

"Josuke, do you want to be partners with-?"

"No," the struggling student barked back angrily, irritated at himself for not understanding. He was glad Okuyasu wanted to help, and knew that he would be able to come to him for any question, even minor, but he was so angry at himself that his voice came out a threatening snarl. "What about after your classes? I can come to your house if I need to. I have nothing important to do and this topic is one that you really have to know," Okuyasu attempted to whisper, hoping to calm the older boy down. He assumed (for the most part) that he meant no harm toward him. Josuke flicked his blue eyes up at him, breathing a quick, "Whatever," and continuing to make no progress on the worksheet.

Okuyasu had finished with the assignment a few minutes beforehand. Although he was happy to help, it made him sad that Josuke seemed mad at him. What could he have done?

After class, Josuke casually walked out behind Okuyasu instead of with him. Their last two classes came and went, and the two boys shuffled toward the lunchroom, 5 meters from each other, the distance getting larger and larger because Okuyasu's legs were determined to find a way out of the tension created that morning. He should've waited and endured the slight awkwardness to walk in behind Josuke. He should have done anything but speed up. The fastest moving object on the field will always draw the attention of the predators. The second he stepped into the cafeteria, Akira was hovering over him.

"Hey faggot," the bully breathed down the back of the sophomore's neck. The anger began to bubble in his chest, but Okuyasu chose to say nothing and continued walking toward the table where his friends sat with Josuke and his.

"What, are you deaf too?" Against his better judgement, Okuyasu once again said nothing and moved faster. He had the right idea, but wrong choice. Akira forcefully grabbed his bookbag, yanking him backward. Okuyasu was trembling, but he wasn't sure if he was scared or infuriated. His eyes shut themselves automatically, and he braced himself for whatever the asshole planned to do with him. He heard the cackles and jeers from Akira's friends, and then it all stopped. Absolute silence. Okuyasu opened one eye, and Akira was sulking back to his table with his goons. 

"What happened? Why did they just leave?" Okuyasu's head was spinning, until he spotted Josuke striding toward him.

"Come on, let's go eat," the junior said, walking past Okuyasu with a grimace. With no complaints, the sophomore made his way to the table where his friends sat talking to Josuke's. The funny thing about it, to him at least, was that they weren't getting made fun of for once. It was strange to him that the misfits were so welcomed by their school's version of the Plastics.

"Okuyasu!"

"H-Hey guys," he smiled sheepishly, giving them a half-hearted wave.

"Don't be nervous," Josuke whispered into Okuyasu's ear before turning to everyone, "They don't bite either, but Rohan might hit on you. He's a bit of a man-whore."

Okuyasu snickered to himself, sitting down between Rohan and Reimi.

Koichi laughed. "You guys look like you've seen a ghost! We're not going to hurt you."

"We're just not really used to being surrounded by popular kids who actually want to be friends with us, you know," Keicho explained.

"Better get used to it then," Josuke winked. "You guys roll with us now. And we mean it, even if you have to use us as scapegoats sometimes."

The entire lunch period passed without taunting from anyone, something that hasn't happened in years, and the group of misfits had never been more thankful. Words could not describe how grateful they were for the judgement-free haven they now had, and as it turns out, the popular kids are closer to the new additions than one would expect. Okuyasu beamed as Josuke talked about his fashion obsessions, raving about his favorite designers, and as Rohan told them all about his manga, letting them read parts of it before release. Each day, they sat there with the golden group, and each day, the bullies avoided them like the plague.

However, Josuke and his friends couldn't protect Okuyasu and his all the time. Different schedules, different buildings, and different paths were the group's worst enemy. Akira and his gang found them all by themselves a few weeks later during the last period of the day. The gym locker room had just emptied as other students left the school. It was much too easy. With his friends all pinned to the wall, Akira had no problem keeping Okuyasu on the floor, kicking him repeatedly. Even though the fury filled his chest, Okuyasu couldn't bring himself to get up and fight. Just as the senior lifted his foot to break Okuyasu's nose, the room seemed to fill with smoke. Keicho, Reimi, and Mikitaka were being forced to watch as Akira beat the life out of Okuyasu, and they would be forced to watch him stomp his face into the ground. Each time they tried to cry out, they were hit by one of Akira's goons. Okuyasu felt hopeless as he prepared himself for the final blow.

But the blow never came. Instead there was an indecipherable yell, the sound of skin against skin, and the sick crack of a bone breaking echoing throughout the dinghy locker room. Okuyasu's eyes shot open, taking in the sight of Akira on the floor and Josuke hovering over him. In one swift motion, Josuke pulled him up by his collar and pressed his forehead to the now trembling bully's.

"I thought I told you to leave them alone," Josuke snarled, a look on his face that Okuyasu hoped to never see again. "I did, didn't I?"

Silence, followed by another skin-against-skin slap and a crunch, this one much louder than the last. Akira yelped, not unlike a small animal being wounded.

"I asked you a question, dickhead. The best choice for you is to answer it."

"Yeah, but they're all faggots. They're disgusting, we don't need people like them in our school. You know you're embarrassing yourself for sticking up for scum like that."

"I don't give a fuck what you think they are. Your opinion only matters to your mindless zombie fucks. There's no reward for fucking you up. None. It's just necessary. You love to hurt people, but can't take it from others. Two punches and you're already cowering? What a fucking joke. If I see you near them again, I will not hesitate to put you in the hospital. Do you understand that?" Josuke threatened through his teeth, mere millimeters between them.

Akira nodded, fearing for his life at this point. The junior threw him back to the ground, a few feet from where he stood, walking out with the others in front of him.

Once outside the locker room, Josuke made sure the others were okay as they joined up with Rohan, Yukako, and Koichi. Josuke volunteered to clean Okuyasu up, as none of the others wanted to come in contact with blood.

"Hey man, are you guys okay? How long had you been in there before I showed up?"

Okuyasu pulled his hand away from his nose to check if it were still bleeding, and a crimson waterfall followed. "I really don't know," he sighed, pain and blood loss onset dizziness taking him over. 

"Sit, I'll be back," Josuke said, running to grab wet paper towels. He returned with two handfuls, plopping himself down next to Okuyasu and beginning the cleanup process. Okuyasu tried to help, but Josuke slapped his hand away as he cleaned his face and clothes with a tender touch. Okuyasu began giggling, morphing into laughter. He couldn't stop himself, the situation was just so strange.

"What?"

"It's just that you-," he paused to laugh a little more, "you were just the scariest motherfucker alive and now you're cleaning me up like a mom!"

Josuke grinned, rolling his eyes. "Shut the fuck up and come on, Let’s get you home," he teased, helping Okuyasu out of the floor. By the time they had finished, the others had already left for home, so Josuke offered to take Okuyasu.

“Well I could go home, but I noticed you were struggling in science… Mind if I help you?”

“I’ve got it, I just… didn’t wanna do it at school, that’s all,” Josuke sighed, the pitch of his voice raising with each word.

“Josuke. Just let me help you dude,” Okuyasu grabbed his arm. “I know what you’re thinking, but if I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t offer.”

“Fine, if it’ll get you to shut up about it. Let’s go.”

Josuke unlocked his front door, letting Okuyasu in first.

"Sorry about the mess, I forgot to clean it up like Mom asked me to… Uhh, we can go back to my room if you'd like."

"Whatever is best for you," Okuyasu assured him, flashing a soft smile.

The indigo-haired man awkwardly ushered the younger boy into his room and shut the door. 

“We can sit on the bed or the floor together, or one of us can sit at the desk and the other on the bed. Your pick.”

Okuyasu scanned the room, analyzing his options. “If he’s at the desk he’ll have somewhere to work. Floor together could be nice, but it might hurt after a bit… The bed… Us together on his bed? Would I be able to-?”

“Well? Which one? We have work to do,” Josuke said with a playful grin.

“We can sit on your bed, if that’s okay of course,” Okuyasu responded quietly.

“That’s perfect,” he sort of threw himself on his bed, straightened up, and patted the comforter. “Come on, I won’t bite.”

Okuyasu sat down next to the junior. He felt himself sink into the mattress because every single muscle in his body was rock solid. The two sat in a tense silence fog for what felt like an hour until the host spoke up.

"So... Science, yeah?"

"Yeah," the younger agreed, snapping out of his anxious haze. "Let's um... Get started."

The two spent hours working through Josuke’s questions, and Okuyasu kept his eyes on the other for the majority of the study session. He wasn’t even sure he was giving him the right answers, Josuke was just so easy to stare at.

“I wish I could kiss him... His lips look so soft. His nose is so cute, his eyes are so beaut-”

"Hey Okuyasu, quit zoning out and help me. I really don't wanna fail this class."

"S-Sorry, there’s a lot going on right now," he explained, and the two continued their work.

The sophomore's head spun as Josuke took him home. Just how much did he zone out? Still, with his chest against Josuke’s back, he couldn’t manage to construct a single thought. The ride was over sooner than he’d like.

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Bye, Okuyasu."

"Goodbye, Josuke."

What was he going to do? Maybe he can get through the year without cracking, but the odds seem less and less in his favor with each passing second.

Josuke let Okuyasu into his house again, placing his backpack down in his room.

"Okuyasu Nijimura. Science. Let’s go."

"Yeah, yeah, yep, sorry," he rambled, snapping out of his obvious staring and frantically opening his binder.

"It's okay, I know you zone out sometimes, don't apologize," Josuke comforted him, blue eyes scanning his face from top to bottom, then making their way back up to his own eyes..

“He's being a lot nicer... That's strange. And what was that look? Am I going crazy??”

The black-eyed boy half-smiled as he began re-teaching the junior what they had learned that day.

The next day came and went, and once again, Okuyasu was walking into Josuke’s house. Confidently, this time. They sat and went over the same chapter in their textbook for an hour, and Okuyasu asked Josuke to do a problem related to the chapter. He attempted it for a full minute, before he got frustrated. He threw his binder on the floor and placed his face into his hands.

"I don't fucking get it! Why can't I do a simple problem?"

"Hey, Josuke, it’s oka-"

"No! No, it isn't okay! If I can't get my shit together, I'm gonna fail! But of course, you wouldn't know how that feels," the junior snarled.

"I understand, but you-"

"Listen, if all you're going to do is tell me to calm down and stare at me, you can leave! I don't want you if you can't do anything but stand there and stare like you have for the past two FUCKING DAYS!"

"Josuke," Okuyasu growled, grabbing his collar and pulling him forward to get in his face. "I’m not here to tell you to calm down. If you would fucking listen to me, I'm trying to tell you that I won’t let you fail. Do you understand that? I know exactly how it feels to fail. I fail tests all the time. I am just here to help you."

Josuke took a long, heavy breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap like that. I'm just.... so overwhelmed and I-"

"It’s okay, Josuke. Don’t apologize. We can take a break if you’d like."

"Yeah, I wanna take a break."

They moved to the kitchen and grabbed a soda as they gave their brains time off.

"I know it doesn’t seem like it, but you’ve been getting better."

"I have?"

"Yeah! You haven’t noticed?"

"No, not really..."

"Well, you have," Okuyasu told the older boy. Josuke only smiled and patted Okuyasu on the back, glad that he thought he had improved.

Yet another school day comes to an end, and Okuyasu was walking into Josuke’s house for their antepenultimate tutoring session. For some reason, it makes his heart hurt. The sophomore had noticed that the junior was being nicer toward him each day, and he couldn't figure out why. Maybe it’s because he’s helping his grades?

The session went by quickly, as Josuke barreled through all the problems Okuyasu threw at him. At this point, Okuyasu could safely say that he and Josuke were friends, and might even dare to say that the older man actually liked having him around. He was just glad to be spending time with him, even if it wasn't the way he wanted it to be.

It was another normally planned day, and Okuyasu was in Josuke’s living room, helping him with his science homework. Neither of them could focus, Okuyasu thinking about the junior, and Josuke thinking of absolutely nothing.

"Hey, Josuke?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"If it’s science, fuck no. If not, sure," the junior said, staring at Okuyasu intently.

"Why have you started being so nice to me? You’ve been really nice lately, it’s kinda throwing me off."

"I- Uh..."

"Josuke? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"It's okay, I'll tell you, just don't laugh."

"I won’t laugh. Pinky promise," he grinned, sticking his pinky out.

The junior took a large, shaky breath and reached for Okuyasu’s outstretched pinky, but instead of interlocking and letting go, he held onto it. His eyes locked onto their hands as he contemplated telling the other. Finally, he looked up, and straight into Okuyasu’s soul, before flicking his eyes back onto their hands.

"The truth is that I've sort of developed a crush on you. You're so kind and smart and funny and I couldn't help falling for you,” he began as he played with Okuyasu’s fingers absentmindedly, staring at the same freckle on his skin the entire time.

“You're beautiful, by far the most handsome man I've ever seen. I know I act like you get on my nerves sometimes, but to be honest, I like being with you because you get me. If I talked to anyone else about the things I talk to you about, they'd think I was crazy or an awful person. But not you. You just laugh, and make me feel less alone. We get each other, I like to think. I hope you know how happy that makes me. I really like you, Okuyasu. I like you a whole fucking lot. You make me feel like I could do anything. I just... wanted you to know that." Josuke sat silently, waiting to get rejected. He waited and waited, but nothing ever came. So he started rambling.

“I still want to be friends even if you don’t feel the same, I honestly don’t expect you to, I don’t know why I said that, please forget about that-”

A hundred thoughts ran through Okuyasu’s head at the same time, before one pushed through and sat at the front. “Kiss him.”

He hesitated, staring at the rambling man. Suddenly, he grabbed Josuke’s face and swiftly, but gently, placed his lips onto the latter's in an attempt to show him how he feels. The junior's eyes widened before he realized what happened, kissing back with ease. His hand slipped into Okuyasu’s black and grey hair, and the sophomore's hand rested on Josuke’s face, pulling him closer. Okuyasu pulled back some time later, pressing his forehead against Josuke’s and smiling.

"Don't do that."

"Don’t do what?"

"Don't smile like that," Josuke muttered. "You're making my heart hurt, and if someone else sees you smiling like that..."

Okuyasu kissed his nose. "They’ll what?"

"They might snatch you up and make you theirs before I can."

“Impossible."

"No it isn't," Josuke contradicted, slightly shaking his head.

"Now that I know you feel the same as I do, how can someone else make me theirs if I’m already yours?"

Josuke went silent, his face burning and a smile pushing its way through his usual frown.

"Oku?"

"Y-Yeah?" The black-haired boy was stammering at the sudden nickname. He loved how it rolled off the other’s tongue.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, but do you maybe wanna... Wanna be my boyfriend?"

"Mmh, I don't know, Suke," the sophomore said, startling him with his own new nickname. "Do you maybe wanna be my boyfriend?"

"Only if you wanna be mine," the junior said with a laugh.

"There is nothing that I want more than to be yours."

Josuke couldn't help but giggle. He felt like a teenage girl getting complimented, but he just really had something for Okuyasu. He had never thought he would feel this way about someone. And oh, was he glad that Okuyasu felt the same. He wrapped his arms around the younger, hugging him as if the world was about to collapse. As they embraced, Josuke realized never thought he'd find a guy like Okuyasu, especially not one that liked him for who he was instead of simply his looks. Okuyasu had seen him happy, frustrated, and royally pissed off. But here he is, with the boyfriend of his dreams, and he couldn't be happier.

Tomorrow is test day, and both men were extremely nervous, even after having finished their studying for the day.

"So, how do you feel about the test?"

"I think I'm gonna do well," the junior sighed.

"We could watch a movie in celebration," Okuyasu suggested, getting a nod of approval from the older boy.

Josuke tossed the remote to Okuyasu and sank back into the couch, watching his lover from afar. Once the younger had picked something, he sat back down and, like clockwork, the junior fell into his arms. It was almost comical how Josuke could punch a kid and break his nose with no remorse, but had to be cuddled by his boyfriend. Okuyasu placed his arms securely around Josuke’s torso, sighing contentedly. He brought his head down, kissing him. His black bangs hung down, tickling the junior's neck. His nose grazed his lover's chin, his lips sat on top of the junior's, curved into a smile. He had fallen hard, so very hard, for the boy lying on his chest. For the boy who’s held above everyone else by the school, save for him. For the boy who acts big and bad, but just wants love. For the boy named Josuke.

Reluctantly pulling his lips off his lover's, Okuyasu sat up. He stared at Josuke for a second as the older shifted to the other end of the couch. He followed, flashing a love-drunk grin, and crawled into the space between the junior and the couch, pulling the older boy as close to him as possible. Once again, he connected their lips.

"I like you a lot, Suke," Okuyasu whispered in between kisses.

"I think I might like you more, Oku," Josuke responded, smiling and kissing the sophomore once again.

"You know you can kiss me anytime you want, right?" The black-eyed boy asked the other. "I don’t mind, you're beautiful and I like you."

"I'll keep that in mind."

One kiss became five. Five became ten. Ten became fifteen. Fifteen became twenty. Twenty kisses, and Josuke was absolutely breathless. He was melting in Okuyasu’s hands, ice cream on a sunny, scorching, sticky summer's day. With all that he had left in him, he deepened the kiss. Okuyasu responded quickly, changing his pace. He moved his left hand from the side of Josuke’s face to the nape of his neck, tangling his fingers in his deep indigo hair and pulling him closer. His right hand left its place on the tawny couch cushion to rest on the older’s hip.

As the minutes fly, their kiss becomes something more. In an almost animalistic show of affection, Okuyasu had Josuke pinned to the couch, and was planting swift, open-mouthed kisses down the boy's neck. His intention was to rile the older boy up, and that is exactly what he did. Just as Josuke had begun running his fingers through the younger's ebony hair, a phone went off. The two nearly jumped out of their skins, and both instinctually looked toward the coffee table, sighing agitatedly at the sight of Okuyasu’s bright phone screen reading, "Text from Mom." He removed himself from above the junior, grabbing his phone and opening the message.

"Goddamn it, Mom, why now?"

"What is it?"

"My mom is telling me to come home," Okuyasu said with a frown.

Josuke sat up. “But you’re a grown man, can’t you tell her no?”

“Fuck no, she pays for my tuition.”

Josuke pressed his lips together. "Oh, well I could bring you home, if you'd like?"

"Yeah, I would like that."

Okuyasu hopped off the back of Josuke’s motorcycle, placing a quick, but nonetheless passionate kiss on his lips before walking up to his door.

"Bye! Please text me when you get home. Thanks for driving me!"

"Anything for you, and of course I will. Bye, Oku," Josuke said affectionately, waiting until he was inside the house before driving off.

Today is the day. Josuke clutched his pencil, knuckles white. The science exam was insanely hard for him, even though he had studied with Okuyasu for a month. Okuyasu . That's why it's tough.

“All I can think about is Okuyasu... His eyes, his smile, his voice, his- Stop it. Stop it Josuke, pull yourself together.” The junior inhaled deeply. “I've got this.”

Once he had answered the first question, everything fell into place. He was the first to finish, with Okuyasu right after. Once they returned to their seats, the sophomore slipped the older a piece of paper.

How did you do?

Josuke grinned and wrote his response.

I think I did good. What about you?

I’m pretty sure I did well.

Good. If I pass, I'll never be able to repay you.

You do not have to. <3

"You two! Yes, you guys! Are you passing notes?"

"No sir," Okuyasu lied, round eyes ready to guilt trip their professor.

"Then what were you doing?"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The raven haired boy jumped up, grabbing the older's hand in excitement. They're getting their tests back, hopefully to see their hard work pay off. The teacher handed Josuke his test, and then gave Okuyasu his. The two boys left the classroom, and outside in the hall, they looked at their scores.

"What'd you make?"

"Hundred," Okuyasu laughed. "And you?"

Josuke beamed, quickly turning the paper to show the other. "One fucking hundred! Thank you so much, Oku," he exclaimed, pulling the younger in for a hug enthusiastically.

“I need to repay you."

“No you don’t-!”

“Just let me!”

Okuyasu rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

"Twelfth floor library bathroom, right after classes end," the junior said with a smirk.

Okuyasu thought for a second, and then shook his head. "I thought we were meeting up with the others after school?"

"It’ll be quick."

Okuyasu knocked on Koichi’s door at 4:50, about 40 minutes after they were supposed to be at his house. Both of them looked disheveled, hair sticking up, clothes wrinkled, and some red spots on each boy's neck.

The door swung open. "Where were you guys?"

"Sorry, I was busy doing stuff," Josuke said as he walked in.

Okuyasu chuckled lowly from behind him. "I'm stuff," he whispered as he entered the house.

Yukako giggled. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

The others cheered when they entered into the living room.

"Party time!" Mikitaka cheered, pulling out his phone. "We're playing truth or dare! I'll go first. Rohan, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to tell us who you like."

"Fuck you," he sighed. "I like the student teacher in my biology class... Happy?"

Yukako smiled. "I don't know if he is," she started, dragging out her words. "But I am! I just won a bet," she giggled, winking.

"Damn it," MIkitaka whined.

"I'd like my $200 now. You heard the man, he said he has the hots for Mr. Kujo. No questions," she stated.

"Okay, fine," he groaned, reluctantly pulling a wad of cash from his jacket pocket.

“What the fuck guys? You betted on if I liked the student teacher?” Rohan stared at the two in disbelief as they happily nodded. He gave them a nasty look before continuing the game. "Okuyasu, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Why were you and Josuke late?"

"I was busy getting fucked in the library bathroom," he smirked.

Josuke screeched in embarrassment, hands flying to his face. "You were not supposed to tell them that! The plan was to say we had ‘bro bonding’ time dude!"

"Oh my god, I didn't need to know that," Reimi complained, shutting her eyes and grimacing in disgust.

The room finally calmed down again five minutes later, and Okuyasu said, "Yukako, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to tell us the most horrible thing you've ever done."

"I put laxative powder in my 5th grade teacher's coffee every day because she told me to redo a project I had done in the beginning of the year. One day she was teaching and shit herself in front of the class, and everyone but her knew it was because of me," she said, hysterically laughing.

"Damn, that's cold," Koichi said, laughing. “I can’t believe you never told me about that!”

“I love being a bitch,” she giggled. "Ummm, Josuke! Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Josuke said quietly, unsure of his choice.

"Who topped, you or Okuyasu?"

Josuke paused, waiting for Okuyasu’s answer. He was completely flustered.

“I don't want them to know that I'm not a-!”

"He topped," Okuyasu answered for his boyfriend, smirking.

“Well, fuck.”

Rohan gasped. " YOU bottomed?"

"Hell yeah I did. Pretty boy couldn't bottom if he wanted to. He was loud, too."

"GOD, OKUYASU! " Josuke shrieked, eyes wide and face crimson red.

"Sounded kinda like that," the younger added, laughing.

"I'm going to kill you later. I’ve watched enough television to know how to hide your body." Josuke rolled his sharp blue eyes. "Any fucking way, I vote we play a different game.”

For hours, the group played party games, and once it got late, they all laid down and talked until they fell asleep.

The end of the year was upon the group, and it was finally the night of spring formal

Okuyasu was absolutely terrified. What if he didn't look good enough? What if Josuke ditched him? What if Akira got him alone again? What if-?

"Okuyasu! Josuke’s here," his mom yelled from downstairs. He straightened his navy blue suit jacket, making sure that his silky hair was in place. He almost ran down the stairs, and when he reached the bottom, his mouth hung open in awe. There stood Josuke in a royal purple suit, a hint of makeup dusted over his face. His indigo hair wasn’t styled how he normally would have. Tonight, he wore it down, shoulder length locks shining in the light, albeit a little messy. He grinned at Okuyasu with that stupid smile that he adored.

"You look beautiful," the sophomore whispered, walking toward his boyfriend. "Can I... Can I kiss you?"

Josuke nodded, blushing, and Okuyasu gently placed his lips on the other man's.

"This one's going on facebook!"

"Mom!"

"Alright you two, have fun, don't do anything you'll regret! Also, Josuke, if you'd like to stay here with him after prom, I'd be more than happy to let you," the black-eyed boy's mom said with a smile.

"Thank you!"

"It's no problem. I’ll be gone when you get back but I should be back in the morning with breakfast! Bye boys!"

Josuke stepped outside, hand in hand with Okuyasu. He helped his boyfriend onto his motorcycle for what felt like the five-hundredth time this semester, then pulled himself up. The junior kissed the other over his shoulder before starting the vehicle and driving off. After eating, the two boys pulled up at the building where prom was being held, along with their friends. The dates, with their fingers laced together, walked inside the building, and people began to go silent. Their classmates couldn't believe their eyes.

"Josuke? You're here with Okuyasu?"

"I sure am," the junior bragged, kissing his date’s cheek. The night went by so quickly, one minute, the two were attempting to teach Koichi and Yukako how to dance, and the next, Josuke was slow-dancing with Okuyasu, their foreheads pressed together, and smiles playing on their lips.

"You know, I think I love you, Suke. I really do."

“I think that I love you too, Oku."

The night sadly came to an end, and everyone went their own ways. Josuke took a quick detour to his house to get clothes, and then he brought Okuyasu home. Okuyasu turned to look at Josuke as they closed the door behind them. "Hey, now that we have the house to ourselves, we could-" "There's no ‘we could.’ We are ," the junior stated, kissing the other suddenly.

Chirp! Chirp!

"Fuck those stupid ass fucking ass birds man," Josuke groaned, burying his face in the base of Okuyasu’s neck.

The sophomore laughed, half awake. "Fuck you too."

Like lightning, the junior popped his head up. "Been there, done that." Okuyasu grinned, planting a kiss on the older boy's lips. It was a long, sweet kiss, and both boys loved every second of it. "I think we need to put some clothes on, Suke."

"If you can even get up."

"Hey!" Okuyasu smacked him with a pillow. "You're not that big," he reasoned, attempting to stand up, only to wince and sit back down.

" Oh, you're not that big! Pfft, Josuke isn't big!" He mocked. "Who's not big now, hmm?"

"Please just shut your fat fucking mouth and help me up. This is your fault anyway," Okuyasu said, slightly annoyed and more than embarrassed. After Josuke had helped him up, they got themselves dressed and headed into the kitchen, where the sophomore's mom was making breakfast.

"Morning boys! How'd you sleep?"

"Good," they simultaneously answered.

"Good, good," the woman said, turning around. "Are you boys planning on going anywhere today?"

"Yeah, I'm going to take Okuyasu to the mall and stuff," Josuke said, smiling at her.

The black haired woman smiled. "Then you may want to cover that hickey up, sweetheart."

Okuyasu flushed. "I-"

"It's okay, I knew that you two probably made out at prom."

He nodded and his mom smiled warmly at the two boys. The junior was in awe, but he just kept his mouth shut. After breakfast, the boys showered and put on some nicer clothes, bid Okuyasu’s mom goodbye, and walked out the door, jumping onto the motorcycle. They spent the entire day together, and honestly, it was the happiest either of them had ever been. Okuyasu stole kisses throughout the day, often catching Josuke off guard. Hopefully every day will be like this for the rest of their lives. Josuke was so thankful that he knocked Okuyasu over that day. If he hadn't, he would have never talked to him.

"Josuke?"

"Yeah?"

"You're so beautiful," Okuyasu whispered, gazing at his boyfriend. The sun was cascading off his hair and skin perfectly, causing him to glow.

"W-What?"

"You're beautiful."

"Shut up, Oku."

"You're so pretty," the younger marveled.

"Shut up!”

Okuyasu wrapped his arms around Josuke, kissing him quickly before talking.

"I love you, you fucking jerk," he said with a smile.

"I love you too, you fucking idiot," the junior couldn't help but laugh. He had Okuyasu wrapped around his finger, and vice versa.

At that moment, everything else didn't matter. There was nothing more important to them than the boy sitting in front of them. It was just them, and only them. It was just them, and that's how they hoped it would stay forever.

"some people are so bitter

to them you must be kindest" -rupi kaur, "milk and honey"

#josuyasu #josuke x okuyasu #jjba #jjba fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #just a little tiny bit of angst

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”

Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing.”

Hunger Games, my OCs District Ten’s Victors.

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It had started in innocence, Angus and his dad used to joke they were outnumbered by the girls in his family, his mom, sisters, aunts and cousins, then the war happened and Angus tried to keep the joke up when it was just him, his littlest sister and closest cousin. A family of twenty down to three.

Whatever innocence left, died quickly when the reapings started and the games kept repeating.

District 10 is the livestock district. It isn't that hard to accept that two of their children every year are just as much livestock as the animals they sent, or the meat, a fair trade to keep those behind alive.

He was outnumbered by the peacekeepers on the 9th reaping when it was his own name, even if he wasn’t he couldn’t fight when it would bring them down on his girls. Then in the games he was outnumbered one against twenty two.

Twenty two because nothing would make him raise a hand against the little girl that had spent the train ride sobbing into his shirt the same way his sister did after a nightmare. He didn’t need to worry about that though as his last clear memory from his games was his thin neck snapping at the hands of a much bigger kid.

He’s fifteen and about to die.

His next clear memory was a hammer in his hands and realising the wet stickiness covering him was blood and other stuff.

He’s outnumbered in the district, the only one to return and every pair of eyes he can feel on screams they would have wanted someone else back.

He’s outnumbered when Peacekeepers arrive for him with a stylist a few years later when  they decide the Victors have the honour to mentor the new tribute. He’s outnumbered in the Capitol, one of the few real people in a sea of mockeries, how can people laugh and cheer as children die?

After a few more years he’s outnumbered as the sole Victor from the outer districts. He’s outnumbered by the number of dead children piling up next to his name as every year he returns to Ten sitting between another pair of wooden boxes.

His close calls, the children he can almost see coming home with him, are outnumbered by the children dead in the first few days.

Even his miracles are outnumbered, not by the many children he failed to save but by the many ways he failed them.

Lambert Edwin, his first success after years of waiting, already full of anger before his name was called. Who had only smiled when Edwin told him “No rules, don’t hold back.” had gone into the games and reflected the Capitol’s true bloodlust back at them with his hooks and habit of leaving the tribute hung up to bleed, a true son of the slaughterhouses.

And when he came out Angus covered him in rules but failed him, because for all he had watched and learnt he couldn’t stop it all repeating on his victor. Couldn’t stop the games following him and taking his mother, couldn’t warn his charge not to let those in the Capitol near because they wouldn’t accept the word No once they had a taste.

In the end his angry boy Lambert was remade by into Capitol’s Edwin, a charming stallion.

Ten’s the livestock district, Angus should have known better, deadstock or breeding stock, those reaped belong to the Capitol. 

Cuckoo who went into the games with a mask of a sadist to cover a romantic at heart, who had already killed the girl she was, when she introduced herself as Culla in the interviews and had her face all over the Capitol the night she killed half the Careers when she lured the Games mutts to where they slept.

Highest kill count for a non-career but the Capitol only cared for the pretty girl biting an apple as red as her lips. She went to the parties without being reminded of the cost, if she didn’t, she shrugged off the marks left behind because she believed they couldn’t truly touch her and Angus hadn’t warned her. 

So when Charley was reaped she broke, the younger brother to her once fiance, the only one from home who had never flinched when she came back. Charley went into the games, as Talon, he was strong, handsome, charming and everything you could need in a victor.

But Angus has learnt that means little and his reaping wasn’t by chance, so while Angus and Edwin worked to keep him alive he hadn’t been able to stop Cuckoo, his hidden romantic from making a deal with the devil.

And in the aftermath of the games Culla and Talon were wed in the Capitol and in the years that follow their ‘happy ending’ Angus watches as his future failures are born, children the Capitol greet with cheers and one day will cry over as they are reaped and die in the games.

Children bred to die, because Ten is the livestock district they know how this goes.

His latest Hereford, who barely counts as a success as he fails her from the beginning, the girl who volunteered to save a friend and had no plans to win at all, only agreeing to live long enough to kill her 12 year old partner.

They dress them as a pair of little lambs, ‘lambs to the slaughter’. She's fifteen and ready for her death and laughs at the joke, bright and free. He was fifteen once, when he picked up a hammer and started outnumbering himself with dead children.

Snow tells him to ensure she wins, so he can remind the current Career districts that they can be replaced, Angus doesn’t know why but he has learnt not to question. So he breaks his one promise, that every one of his tributes can choose to die, and sends her a message, she’s a smart girl she understands it She dies, her family follows.

For years the shows replay the moment she stares at the camera as the moment she decided she ‘would not fall’, Angus knows it as betrayal, it’s the last moment she lets herself show anger.

The friend she volunteered for dies with her family at the same moment Hereford wins, ‘gas leak what a shame’, Snow smiles when he tells Angus, Hereford’s family is left alone.

When she comes out, the interview gives her a new name, Fera for the way she fought desperately to win and because the Capitol already has a Hera from Two. Fera smiles and laughs and it’s empty and fake.

He lives in a village, where the empty houses outnumber the full ones and now he wants it to stay that way until something changes because for every filled house there are twenty three dead children and a broken survivor that he keeps failing.

But it won’t until all the districts learn to ignore the blood of each other's children and turn together against the Capitol, until then they outnumber themselves.

It’s the same within the games, two children against twenty two others.

For the victors where they are dragged out of the games as nothing more than bloody children and dressed up to be torn apart by either the grasping hands of the Capitol or their own nightmares that haunt them.

Ten maybe be the livestock district but to the Capitol they’re the all livestock, but every stockman knows to remain wary around your stock and them, in their painted wigs have forgotten that if they ever knew it.

Angus is old and there's no innocence left, but he’s learned patience and now he’s just waiting for a spark of a fire to start a stampede, that will crush the unaware in the centre.

#whumptober2023 #no.8 #Outnumbered #fic #the Hunger games #District Ten #Original Characters #my ocs #District Ten Victors #Angus #Lambert Edwin #Cuckoo 'Culla' #Charley 'Talon' #Hereford 'Fera' #fanfiction

[theythedisaster]

One-sided, not Pt.1

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Izuku Midoriya

Cw: Blindness

Katsuki has a crush. Oh, and what a crush it is!

It's embarrassing really; totally one-sided and with absolutely no hopes at all.

Why? You may be asking yourself. How would someone not fall head over heels for him, such a handsome, fashionable and smart young man?

Well, you see, Katsuki has a giant crush on a guy who can't see him and probably doesn't even know he exists aside from the sound of his voice telling him the cost of the item he wants to buy.

Yeah, Katsuki has a crush on his regular, blind costumer.

He really couldn't help it. From the very first time that Katsuki set his eyes on the boy, he was smitten.

That day the sky was darker than usual, big, angry clouds accumulating menacingly over the city and threatening to let its anger befall on all of them; drench everything. 

Business at the music store had been rather slow, for it was Monday afternoon and the hype for the newest 'All Might' album had rather died down by then. They still had a few copies available, so he made sure to grab one for himself and let it play in the background as he cleaned around the store.

And then, it happened.

The door jingled open, calling his attention away from the heap of dirt he was sweeping. He looked up with a greeting that quickly tangled on his lips, "Welco...me..."

There he was, standing in the doorway with the little light from outside shining behind his figure like a halo. He had curly, green hair that looked so soft. His eyes were so green and big. His cheeks were so chubby and cute. And he had freckles! Oh, God, freckles! They covered his face and followed down his neck and possibly under the collar of his shirt.

(Oh, how much Katsuki still wishes he had permission to see under those shirts...)

It was Autumn, so the guy had this cute (Crocheted?) cardigan that hung just below his knees. And it was All Might inspired! Katsuki recognized that immediately.

And right then he was gone.

The guy was beautiful and he loved All Might. Already two green check marks. He already had a name for their children.

But the fantasy came crashing down as a dual-toned haired man entered after the boy. The beautiful boy smiled at the general direction of the red and white bastard.

That called Katsuki's attention. The boy didn't look the other in the face, let alone eyes and seemed to search in the air until the other stood close enough for his hand to grab his shirt. It was like when people can't see, but he had his eyes open.

And it clicked then: The guy was probably blind.

After that, Katsuki noticed the cane the boy used to travel around the store as he and the red and white dude scanned the shelves and talked in hushed voices.

There was a big smile and a cute blush on his face the whole time.

Katsuki didn't think he would see the boy again after he rang them up and gave them their change back, but he was wrong.

The duo came by every week after that and the three of them always had, give or take, the same interactions.

The red and white dude, Todoroki (and probably Izuku's boyfriend) as he had come to learn, annoyed Katsuki to no end. He insisted on striking conversation with Katsuki whenever they came to the register. He wasn't particularly pushy or anything, but Katsuki just couldn't stand him.

Izuku (what a pretty name, though he called the boy Deku because he misheard the first time) usually just stood there and laughed at them, but they didn't talk much. He mostly kept to himself and listened to the short bickering until it was time to go.

It wasn't much, but it was definitely Katsuki's favorite part of his weeks and it served as fuel for his little crush. The crush he tried to squash from the second he convinced himself Todoroki was Deku's boyfriend.

They were really comfortable around each other, okay? Plus, feeding the fantasy wasn't going to do him any favors.

It almost worked.

Four months passed by with no problems and a well kept hidden crush, until the day Deku walked into the store with no Todoroki in tow.

At first the boy walked around the same ailes and grabbed a few disk cases, feeling around them carefully with his fingers. With a breath and a frown on his brow, he would place the disk back down and try another one. That cycle continued for a few minutes and he seemed to be getting progressively frustrated. His content face was no longer present and there was a frown on his lips. It was a very unusual view. He fidgeted with his hands and moved his head around, as if trying to hear for someone nearby.

But just when Katsuki was about to call him to see if he wanted any help, Deku called out into the air, "Um, excuse me?"

Katsuki walked around the register, making sure to be loud so the pretty boy would know from where he was approaching.

Exactly how he expected, Izuku immediately turned towards the noise with a look of relief that had Katsuki grinning. He stopped a few feet away, not wanting to overstep any boundary.

"What can I help you with, Deku?"

"H-Hello, B-Bakugou-san!" The nerd bowed. He bowed! Ugh, cute.

A chuckle escaped his hold and he tried to cover it with a cough, "Fuck, don't call me that. It sounds like you're talking to my dad."

"Oh, um, okay! Uuh..." He drifted off and Katsuki realized he never gave the boy his name.

"'Katsuki' is okay." He said quietly, a pink blush spreading across his cheeks and he's grateful Deku cannot see it.

He received the most blinding (no pun intended) smile he has ever seen in his life in return, and the cheeky little monster responds, "Okay, Kacchan!"

He choked and flamed red, feeling how his soul left his body adrift. "W-WhAt! Hell no!"

Izuku cackled and the sound turned into music for Katsuki's ears. "You call me 'useless'! It's only fair, /Kacchan/."

“Go die!” An exaggerated huff and a dramatic fold of arms later, Katsuki’s helping Deku "read the fucking titles and get the fuck out if his store" (even though it is not his, it's Shinsou's father's), all the while trying to keep down the smile that tries to escape his heart.

Neither of them mentioned the lack of red and white around.

#bakudeku #bnha #bkdk #dkbk #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #love #mha #my hero academy fanfiction #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia fanfiction #blind izuku #blindness #disability

[baby-jackass]

I found freedom, losing all hope was freedom - Narrator.

Paul whimpers, curled at the bottom of the stairs, holding his stomach in pain, Dermotts boot slamming into the vulnerable area. Forcing a pained yell from Paul's mouth, quickly silenced by a hand slapping over his mouth.

"I told you to stay quiet! Useless! Do you want the police round again? Aye? Do ya!" Dermott hisses, smirking when the boy shook his head violently. Dermott pulls his hand away, tanking Paul up by his hair before pushing him at the stairs, "get lost now, I don't want to see you again today"

"y-yeah sorry" Paul responds, his voice hardly a whisper as he pulls himself up to his feet, biting his tongue harshly to avoid showing his pain. Moving towards up the stairs as quick as his body would allow him, getting to his room and shutting the door moving as slow as he could to ensure it wouldn't slam. Before falling against the door with a broken sob, hiding his face into his hands.

For years now, it was the same thing practically daily. It wasn't that Paul tried to be a bad kid, he just never seemed to be up to his uncles standard. When his mum died it was okay at the start, for the first year of living with his uncle there was patience. Until it stopped. But it's not like anyone noticed, so to Paul it was all the same.

So as Paul slowly drags himself up from the floor, moving himself Infront of his mirror, another whimper escapes from his lips as past and forming bruises are stretched out. But this time felt different. As he lifted up his shirt, to check out the new set of injuries, his face fell. The colour cinking away from his cheeks, eyes raking the massive red swelling that covered purple clouds of bruising. Not only did his skin feel on fire, but the shape of his ribs cage fell into a abnormal position after each breath, his right side slumping slightly. While not exactly an expert, Paul's be pretty used to getting beat to a pulp, and even he could tell you that this wasn't a good sign, mixed with what feels like ten pounds of pressure clamping down on his chest, there wasn't much other option to try and sleep it off.

Climbing into bed, agonising pain flushing through his side, Paul pulls the covers over his head. Pushing himself up against the wall, trying to stay as hidden as he could for the inevitable punching match he'd have to wake up. Seeking as much comfort as he could drag from the football patterned duvet. Before falling asleep, tears escaping and dampening the pillow below him.

Barely 12 hours later, and Paul's staggering into school, just in time for the first period after missing form. Every step, sending flashes of splitting pain along the upside of his body, blood pooling in his mouth as he hit his lip in a weak attempt to cover his sounds of agony. The students lurking in the corridors laugh and move out of his way, in an attempt to avoid him "what a weirdo, he looks like a zombie", "loser, Ew! Get away". Paul was beyond the point of caring, he just knew he needed to get through the day. Stumbling into the main corridor, his wobbly walking caused him to bounce on and off the wall as he moved further along. Keeping his arms wrapped tightly around his ribs, trying to protect himself from the crowd of fellow students.

Paul nearly fainted at the speed of his best friend running in his direction. CK, making a beeline for her mate.

"Paul, you look like death, go home dude", she says, Paul's short breath and grey coloured lip, looking for from normal

"I'm fine, go away yeah?", the teen mumbles, his words short and snappy. He just needs it to end, the conversation over. To skip through the day and get home.

"Paul... You look awful man, do you need the hospital?" CK asks, concerns filling her voice. Before frowning as Paul shakes his head and walks around a corner, straight into Rachel Mason.

"Paul, would you please be more car-", Rachel starts before seeing the teen fall to the floor with an anguished cry, curling by her feet. Finally cracked and unable to take the pain

"M-make it stop. I can't fix it, just want it to stop", Paul cries, his voice following a trembling line of broken sobs. His shirt had slid up during the fall and was exposing his mid section, a back littered with swollen dark belt line, scars dotted around in the shape of a buckle. His ribs were covered black bruising, the shape that his ribs fell making it well clear something was not right.

"Call an ambulance! Someone call a damn ambulance now!", Rachel yells, going down to her knees to comfort the boy. "Students, lessons now! Give us some space", she calls out loudly, doing her best to keep Paul's injuries hidden from sight, removing her blazer and laying it over him. Her stomach drops as she catches sight of the worst of his injuries, it was clear this hadn't been a one time event, if she had to guess, this was the result of years upon years of abuse.

"Oh Paul, it's alright. It's alright, we're gunna get you fixed and out there. I promise Paul", she says.

The next 24 hours became an emotional rollercoaster for Rachel. Using her headteacher status to make sure she never left Paul's side unless he was in surgery, a heart breaking diagnosis of a collapsed lung, broken ribs and fractured bones that never healed dotted around his body. Up to five years of horrific abuse which was never once flagged up, was revealed within two hours of being hospitalised. What felt like hundreds of calls between Police officers, social workers and the LEA, and there still wasn't a set answer on what was going to happen to the poor boy that lay on the hospital bed In front of her.

"Well, Paul. There isn't a placement yet, but we can assume you'll be placed in a group home, okay? I know it's a lot to process, you've been through a lot so you can just think for now", Rachel says softly, a calm tone to her voice, attempting to keep her emotions out of it and just assure the teen that he would be safe.

"You mean, I don't have to go back? Am I safe?", Paul questions, tears coming fresh to his eyes, rechecking the hotel room. His uncle wasn't there, was he actually free from this hell?

"Paul, I promise you, on everything I hold close to me. You will never be hurt like that again. Someone should have saved you years before, but I can promise you now you never need to be scared of your Uncle Dermott ever again" Rachel's promises, the maternal urges taking over and gently wiping his tears with a tissue.

There were a few awkward hours following that conversation. Discussions of the legal process, a lot of tears, a lot of relief and pain being spread around before there is a final visitor of the day. A middle aged man walking into the room, he was tall yet had a gentle appearance to him.

"Hi Paul, my name's Eddie, Eddie Lawson. I'm going to be your foster."

#paul langley #waterloo road #fanfic #rachel mason #eddie lawson #posted on ao3 #child abuse #violence

[moonshineboyz]

[17:40]

Pairing: volleyball player!Juyeon × volleyball player! fem reader

Genre: Smut, enemies with benefits

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, rough/hate (?) sex, usage of the word slut, mentions of choking and spanking, lowkey public sex, brief fingering

a/n: i know juyeon is not holding a volleyball but let's just pretend. i got this idea from listening to lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic! at the disco 🤠 i'm not sure if i like the ending but,,, (@annyeongffs enjoy bb)

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“Okay guys, let’s wrap up for today. Both teams did great!” The coach called and everyone got out of their positions, stretching out the tense muscles and walking out of court. “Nuh uh, minus you two Juyeon and Y/N.” He called again making you stop in your tracks. “You’re gonna take the volleyballs and net to the equipment room and pump up the basketballs. That’s what you get for arguing and swearing at each other every five minutes even during practice.”

You cursed under your breath sending a death glare towards Juyeon, who just looked at you expressionless. ‘Stupid son of a bitch.’

The coach left the court with the remaining of your team mates that waved at you from afar. You waved back and went to collect the scattered balls letting the boy get the net, since he was taller.

“If you weren’t so annoying, I could be going to my dorm right now.” He said when you walked past him on your way to the equipment room. You thought in giving a rude reply but bit your tongue not to curse back at him, already feeling your blood boil. “I'm talking to you.” You turned on your heel to face him.

“What do you mean? It’s your fault! You were throwing the ball too far for me to catch it in time!” You snarled.

“Isn’t it the whole point? Make the ball touch the floor on your adversary's side? I think you're just complaining because you're not that good of a player." Juyeon had just finished getting the net out of the first pole and glared at you with a raised brow. He really was getting under your skin.

"For your information, I'm the second best in the female team. I just can't deal with bullshit coming from a jerk like you."

Fuming, you turned your back again, walking away to fight back the temptation of throwing one of the balls in your arms directly at his annoying handsome face. Juyeon knew exactly how to get on your nerves and you couldn't stand having to be in the same room with him for too long without getting annoyed or bickering.

You were looking into the lockers searching for a second air pump, since there wasn't any other way and you had to pump up the balls, the best option was to you two do it separately so you could go home as soon as possible. While you were at it Juyeon entered the equipment room bringing the net and you quickly thought of a way to get yourself out of that situation.

"Here, the air pump." You handed him the object, to which he accepted but kept looking at you puzzled. "I didn't find another one, so, you do it."

"And what you're gonna do?"

"Go home!? What else do you expect me to do? Blow out the balls like they're balloons?" Your eyes rolled at how he scoffed at you, arms crossing in front of your body.

"I mean, I know something else you'd like to blow." A cheeky grin grew on his lips and past scenes of his dick on your mouth flashed through your mind.

“Shut the fuck up, will you? You’re so fucking annoying.” You raised your voice taking the boy aback for a moment, your jaw clenched and brows furrowed. “I can’t even stand looking at y-"

The words died at your throat as Juyeon dropped the air pump to grab your jaw firmly, pushing you up against the nearest wall. He was close, his tall figure towering over yours as he looked down at you with dark eyes.

“If you want to yell at me so bad, then I'll give you a reason to do so.” He muttered through gritted teeth and you could feel he was getting mad as well.

“Fuck you.” You scoffed trying to masquerade the fact that your heart was beating fast.

“Oh, you just did on semi-finals night, darling.” Juyeon let go of your face to brush his knuckles against the skin of your cheek, trailing south till it reached the side of your neck. You wished you didn’t shiver at the light touch, making it obvious to him that you enjoyed it. “Speaking of which, where have you been these past weeks? Were you too busy with that asshole from the basketball team?”

You didn’t even notice when you started to hold your breath but you were already feeling intoxicated by the low tone of his voice, knowing exactly what he was implying. His longs fingers wrapping around your throat not helping at all, and you thanked the sound of your racing heart wasn’t audible.  

“Why? Jealous much?” It took everything in you to let that out in a disinterested voice, sticking to an attitude not to let him win in any circumstance.

“C'mon, doll, you know I'd never date you; this is just for the fun. You’re just someone to hook up with.” He took a step closer, few inches away to press his body against yours. His skin was still glistening from the after practice sweat and you could almost say he looked hot, even though your mouth told otherwise.  

“And that’s all you can get after all. You’re good in bed but you’re as charming as a rock. No surprise you’re single.” Juyeon quirked a brow, his eyes dark as ever.

“Aw, you’re not attracted to me? Yeah, keep lying to yourself, darling. This is the most fun you can have besides taking your clothes off, isn’t it?” His breath fanned at your lips as the grip on your throat tightened, making him chuckle when a small moan dared to scape you. “Gosh, I really missed your pretty little pussy swallowing my dick and you screaming my name.”

You hated Juyeon to the moon and back with your whole being. He was arrogant, full of himself and egocentric, but what you hated the most was the fact that he knew how to touch you and make you feel things in a way you’d never experienced before, and you’d never admit that out loud. You'd never admit to his face how you also missed him pounding into you while you hooked up with other guys.

It was hard to recall when or even how you two started having this type of relationship, an 'enemies with benefits' kind you could say, because you clearly weren’t friends at all. You would pay not to have to spend the practice time looking at his face, and Juyeon would rather die than bumping into you in the hallways.  

But both couldn’t deny the sexual tension, and maybe that’s what led you to it, or maybe that was only a tactic to release stress, and you just happened to be there for each other. What’s a better way to calm your nerves than fucking your enemy? The sex was great after all and you couldn’t name any other boy who has ever made you cum so hard. Perhaps the hate towards each other really did add fuel to the fire and made things more interesting, competing who could make the other orgasm the fastest.

"I hate you so much." You said trying not to moan again when Juyeon pressed his torso against yours, sneaking his knee between your thighs, to which you rolled your hips grinding down on it.

"It's reciprocal, I just like to fuck you dumb." His hands went to your waist, grabbing hard and pulling you more into him. You were already melting at the tip of his fingers and didn't think twice before crashing your lips together and tugged at his hair with force as he moved his leg to cause more friction on your core. His big hands roaming all over your body roughly and squeezing your ass. A hiss came out of Juyeon's lips when you scratched his back underneath the shirt, sure to leave red marks. "Don't start a game you know you're gonna lose."

Juyeon pulled you by the wrist to the old desk to careless bend you over it. You couldn't lie saying you didn't like how everything was rough with him, it made a shiver run down your spine every time he kissed you hard and pulled your hair as you cursed at him digging your nails into his skin. He never cared about whether or not he was leaving bruises on your hips, neck and inner thighs, but neither did you. You secretly enjoyed admiring them later in the mirror.

“Here? Really?”

“It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Plus, everyone left, you can scream all you want.” A hand came down hard on your right ass cheek making you yelp. Another smack on the left side and you winced in pain arching your back. “You look good in the team's uniform, but look even better when I'm filling you up.”

He massaged your ass before harshly pulling your tight shorts down to your ankles and you stepped out of them, feeling his hands travel up your legs and holding your hips to press his hard on on your clothed core. You sighed grinding against him, your mind already getting hazy.

The boy brought you up to leave hungry kisses down your neck and bit on the curvature. Your breath hitched when his short nails raked the skin of your belly and you let your head rest on his shoulder, closing your eyes lost in the sensations. “Now tell me, is it still me that makes you sweat? Did you think of me when you were in bed with them?” He growled in your ear biting your lobe, making you grind harder.

“Not even for a second, didn’t even cross my mind.” Lucky you your mouth worked faster than your body so you didn’t dumbly nod agreeing with him. “You’re good but not the best.” You weren’t even ashamed in lying.

Juyeon let out a dark chuckle and grabbed your throat while the other hand squeezed one of your breasts. “We both know I've got a hotter touch, a better fuck than any guy you’ll ever meet. Or else you wouldn’t be coming back begging for my cock whenever you feel horny.”

“You wish.”

“Then why are you still here?” He teased licking your neck and smirked when you shuddered.

“Didn’t you say you missed my pussy? Then fuck me already.” You huffed impatient to which his only answer was to rub circles in your clit over your damp underwear. Juyeon pushed you back to bend over the desk, quickly and roughly pulling your panties down that you’d had stumbled if you were standing straight. “You’re gonna rip my panties, you asshole.”

He scoffed, slapping you once again. “You didn’t complain the other times I did.” His hand palmed himself through the shorts while the other went to your core, fingers playing with your wet folds. You whimpered when he slid one digit inside and added a second right after already moving, making your back arch. “Think I need to remind you that you’re just a fuck toy, not some porcelain doll. They must’ve treated you so nicely, but you like it rough, don’t you?”

Juyeon removed his fingers from you and pulled his own shorts down just enough to free his member and teased your slit with the tip, making you bite your lip in anticipation. Your breath got cut short when he gripped your waist and pushed in in one quick thrust, his cock disappearing into your warmth and your pussy clenched at the feeling of every inch of him stretching you open.

He didn't give you time to even take a deep breath and started moving in a fast pace, grabbing your hips with force. You could feel your whole body getting hot, sweat starting to form on your temples, skin prickling. "How someone so annoying like you have a pussy so good?" He groaned giving a hard, sharp thrust making you gasp and lifted your right leg to put over the desk. You were there so open for him; bent over that he could do anything. And you enjoyed every part of it.

Breathy moans were leaving your lips mixing with obscene wet sounds from your dripping cunt and his hips slamming yours recklessly now, going deeper and deeper inside you. Juyeon was holding you so strong and digging his nails in your skin that you were sure it'd leave bruises. "F-fuck, Juyeon!" You screamed out when he pulled almost all of his length out just to pushed it back in with a quick motion. He smirked to himself and kept repeating it, just to see you writhe and lose your mind.

His hand pulled your ponytail to which you winced but couldn't contain a moan. Your knuckles were turning white holding onto the desk for dear life as Juyeon completely rammed into you. "Not so talkative right now, huh?" He grabbed both your arms, pinning them behind your back with his own hands. "Look at you clenching so desperately. Gonna cum on my cock like a good slut?" His voice was low, watching your whole body shake as you approached your high, loud and breathy sounds escaping your lips.

You came crying out his name, shaking violently and trying to roll your hips back to get more of him. Juyeon pulled out slowly, feeling your walls fluttering and you whimpered at the emptiness. Even though you were sensitive, Juyeon's dick was so good that it never failed to make you want more and more.

A last sigh left you before you got pushed to your knees facing his cock. "Now be the good little slut and you are and put this mouth to a better use."

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[missblissy]

Hullo, I just discovered your content and man oh man, I am HERE for it. I was wondering if you could do something with Alastor fancying a new worker (who secretly fancies him as well) at the hotel that ALWAYS has headphones on, grinning, dancing and singing along to their tunes while they work. But, in honour of Freddie Mercury’s B-Day and MY favourite band, the new worker accidentally gets so lost in their singing and dancing that they inadvertently serenade Alastor with the song Radio Ga Ga. Thank you in advance. ☺️

((No problem Nonny~!! I had a lot of fun playing around with this one!! I'm sorry for the wait I know a lot of time as passed since then but I hope this makes up for it :'D ENJOY!!))

You had only started working at the... Happy? Happy Hotel? Yeah... Whatever, you had only been there for a week. Your job was simple, you were the hotel's private cook for its tenants. This place didn't feel like a hotel at all. You've worked at one before. It felt more like a sorry attempt at a rehab center. But that didn't really affect you at the end of your day. You simply just cooked food, and you were good at it.

The nicest part about your job was that you pretty much stayed in the kitchen, out of sight, and left to yourself. You were the only cook they needed. You'd often wear headphones and sing to yourself as you'd work tirelessly over a meal. You would also dance while you cleaned, jamming out to whatever song came out of the shuffled playlist.

You were lost in doing a little dance and wiping down a counter. In fact, you were so lost in your task that you didn't notice someone come into the kitchen. Very rarely did this happen so you never really looked out for people coming in. That and... They were behind you.

With your headphones in you also couldn't hear them. And when the next song came on you just had to turn up the volume. Your heart filled with joy at hearing one of your favorite songs. You did a little sway of your hips and pretend a spatula was your microphone.

Some parts you hummed, but when it was time to sing... Oh... boy did you sing, "I'd sit alone and watch your light~! My only friend, through teenage nights!" You were still cleaning the counter as you ran the rag over its surface and wiped away the crumbs, "And everything, I had to know. I heard it on, my radio! You gave them all! Those old-time stars, through wars of worlds- invaded by Mars~"

You through the rag into a sink across the kitchen with ease, doing a little dance and still unaware of someone with big smile, watching the new cook sing away.

"You made 'em laugh, you made 'em cry. You made us feel like we could fly! So don't become, some background noise. A backdrop for, the girls and boys. Who just don't know, or just don't care. And just complain- when you're not there!" You still had your back to the doors as you walked around the counter and dramatically dragged your fingers. You gave a quick swish of your hips as you made it over to the sink.

"You had your time, you had the power~ You've yet to have your finest hour~Radio- radio. All we hear is radio ga ga! Radio goo goo~! Radio ga ga! All we hear is radio ga ga! Radio blah blah-" You sang into your make microphone and raised a hand to the sky, you took on a the stance of the stars and sidestepped to your dance, "Radio, what's new? Radio- someone still loves you-" You did a little spin then screamed at the top of your lungs.

You dropped the spatula and nearly jumped out of your own skin. Who the hell was this!? How long was he here????? You tore out your headphones as your face began to burn.

"C-can I help you?" You had never seen him before...

The man standing before you had a loose and shallow grin on his face with his arms tucked neatly behind his back, "You have a lovely singing voice," He said to your surprise. He took a few steps towards you and went on to say, "I came by because I heard we had a new cook! I had been busy up until now so I hadn't the chance to stop by. I'm certainly glad I did now!" Eventually, he closed the distance between the two of you and held out a hand, "Alastor. A pleasure."

You stood there frozen for a few seconds. You hesitated then shook his hand, "(Y/n)... And... Thanks. I guess."

Alastor gave you a charming smile and asked, "So how is your cooking?" His red eyes bore into you, "I fancy the craft myself, so I am quite intrigued by your skill, if I may so ask."

Geeze he sure did talk like an old man. You looked around the kitchen then shrugged, "I was a private chef before I died. It's why Charlie hired me. I'd say I'm pretty good."

"Excellent!" Alastor beamed. He quickly took off his red tailor coat and threw it in some random direction. You were instantly met with a far different outfit. His red dress shirt was neatly tucked in pants, which were held up by thin black suspenders. You were most surprised as Alastor rolled up his sleeves. His gloves were not gloves at all, but a part of his skin. the deep dark colors bleed like veins up his arm before fading out

You found yourself oddly attracted to this man all of a sudden. Not because he wanted to cook with you, but because of you... didn't expect him to look that. Which happened to be very handsome without the raggy rundown tailcoat. You simply couldn't lie. He was slowly swooning you.

"W-what are we cooking?" You shyly asked.

But his enthusiasm still startled you. He had already grabbed a long knife, swung it in his hand then pointed the tip of the blade at you, "What is the dish that makes your memories come to life?"

That was kind of... how would you say it? Deep? Philosophical? Something like that. You managed to stand on the other side of the counter and grab a large spoon. You closed your eyes and thought, "Chicken and Dumpling Stew," You said as you felt a smile grow on your face as the memory came to you.

Your mother was a kind woman, and the biggest reason you became a cook. Warmth flooded your blood as the golden reminder of her cooking brought peace to your mind. You hadn't made that stew since you were alive, so something seemed even slightly more special than normal.

When you opened your eyes again, letting the memory fade away, you saw Alastor with a large smile on his face, "Well, let's get cooking then," He grinned at you, then even managed to give you a charming smile with a wink. It almost seemed like he was flirting if you didn't know any better.

You smiled at him, slightly flustered by how odd this man was but... also how nice he was trying to be. He wanted to cook with you, which honestly there was no greater way to spend time than cooking with the people you enjoy. Food brought people together, and you had an idea that Alastor saw it the same way. Which was true, he wanted to cook with you so he could get to know this new member of the staff, and perhaps he found you rather... intriguing as well too.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 10) - Take Care

Summary: The reader gets to meet Danneel’s parents in a somewhat unorthodox way but receives a warm welcome to her surprise. Meanwhile, a minor medical scare makes Jensen anxious that he takes too much and doesn’t give enough to the reader...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Playing With Their Hair

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: language, minor frightening situation, minor medical situation, anxiety

A/N: Please enjoy! Also written for @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me A Story Bingo...

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One Week Later

“Y/N, can we get orange?” asked Arrow from where she sat in the shopping cart. She pointed at the tubes of frosting and you took one off, handing it to her as you went back to searching for a box of red velvet mix. 

“Come on,” you sighed, squatting down. You saw one shoved in the back and you bent down, reaching back to get it. You huffed when you pulled it back, the expiration date still plenty good. “Score. Okay Arrow what other color…”

She wasn’t in the cart anymore as you stood, her bright pink shirt and shorts nowhere in sight. 

“Arrow!” you shouted, people from the farther end of the aisle turning to look at you. You breathed hard and spun around, exiting the aisle and looking at the checkouts. “Arrow!”

“Mam,” said a man in a white dress shirt and slacks, walking over with a headset on.

“I had a little girl with me and she’s missing and she was in the cart and I would have heard her climb out,” you said, walking quickly, the man following with you as you checked down aisles. “Arrow!”

You heard the guy talk into his headset when you caught pink and a guy near the front of the store. She spun around and you ran over, the manager not too far behind you. You didn’t say a word when you kicked the back of the guys knee and grabbed Arrow, picking her up.

“What’d I do?” he said, Arrow turning away. He looked more angry than you were expecting and you swallowed, the manager urging you back. “She’s the one that took my granddaughter!”

“She’s not your fucking granddaughter, pervert. I’m her nanny and soon to be step-mom so you can back the fuck off.”

“Step fucking what?” he said, his face going blank. 

“Grandpa I told you Y/N’s my friend,” said Arrow. You blinked and stared at the man.

“Prove it,” you said. The man angrily pulled out his wallet and ripped out a picture, turning it around. It was a large group photo but you could clearly see Jensen and the kids in it along with… “You’re her father. Danneel.”

“Who the fuck are you,” he said. You took out your phone and went to your pictures, showing him one of your backyard bonfire from the weekend before. 

“Is there a problem?” asked the manager. You shook your head and he rolled his eyes and left.

“Sir, I’m so sorry,” you said. He nodded and glanced down. 

“Well, I can’t blame you. I understand the feeling,” he said. 

“Can we...talk?” you asked.

“I think that’d be best before somebody else gets their ass kicked.”

Fifteen minutes later you had your bag of baking supplies in your trunk, Arrow was playing on the jungle gym and you were sat at a picnic table with Danneel’s parents.

“You guys came down early for JJ’s birthday, huh,” you said.

“We had to come down this weekend instead. Something came up last minute next week,” said her mom. You nodded and took a deep breath. 

“I am so sorry. That is absolutely not how Jensen and I wanted to tell you both.”

“I’m old but I’m tough. I’ll survive,” said her father. You looked over to where Arrow was playing, gnawing on your bottom lip. “You said you were the nanny and soon to be step mom. Mind unraveling that for us?”

“I uh, I started working for Jensen in January as a nanny to help with the kids. The relationship part came a few weeks later. We’ve been engaged very briefly. Don’t even have a ring or anything yet,” you said, shaking your head. “Please don’t be mad at him. It’s taken him so long to stop feeling guilty for having feelings for me. Please don’t be upset with him. I don’t...I’m not trying to replace anyone or anything. I didn’t want to like him. But I did and I love him and he deserves to be happy again.”

They looked at one another and back at you.

“Good,” they both said. 

“Excuse me?”

“We think he deserves to be happy too. He was in such a bad place after the accident,” she said. “He’s sounded like himself again recently.”

“Plus if you’re willing to kick my ass for thinking I took Arrow, that gets you some brownie points,” he said with a smile. You nodded and looked down at the table, swallowing. “Not what you were expecting?”

“Your daughter’s husband is engaged to a younger woman. I wouldn’t blame you at all for whatever you might think,” you said.

“He’s got a lot of time left,” he said. “He doesn’t have to be miserable for it. We don’t want that for him. It’s not what she’d want. He’s doing exactly what she’d want from him and that’s all we can ask of him. Well and maybe stick around the country for a bit so we can see the kids some more.”

“Yeah, no plans to be anywhere but home right now,” you said. You looked over at Arrow and watched her jump off a high platform. She fell down to her knees but got up and brushed them off before she was running again.

“She’d like you,” you heard, your attention going back to the two of them. She was staring at you and you smiled.

“You don’t know a thing about me mam.”

“I think we know the important parts,” she said. You nodded and glanced down. “What do Jensen’s parents think of all this?”

“They know he’s dating but that’s it. I’m supposed to meet them next week,” you said.

“We’ll keep our lips sealed for the time being then,” she said. “What about your folks? What do they think of Jensen and the kids?”

“The kids probably haven’t met either parent yet, right?” he said. 

“It’s kinda complicated...I was adopted. My mom died a long time ago. I don’t have a dad or family really,” you said. You pursed your lips and picked at the corner of the table with your fingernail, the air heavy. 

“Well we approve of him,” he said. “He’s a good kid.”

“I know. He’s very special,” you said. “I just wish something so horrible didn’t have to happen to him and your daughter in order to meet him.”

“We can’t change that fact,” she said. “She’d want you to take care of him, keep an eye on him. Oh and remind him to take a break and slow down every once in a while. He always gets so caught up in work and being on the go. She had to calm him down sometimes.”

“I have noticed that trend,” you said. “I hope you don’t feel like he’s going to forget-”

“No we don’t worry about that. If we learned anything from this it’s just that you have to live while you have the chance,” he said as Arrow ran over.

“Y/N, I’m hungry,” she said. 

“Alright, munchkin. Why don’t we head home and maybe your grandma and grandpa will have lunch with us?” you asked.

“We’d love to,” they said. “We’ll meet you two there.”

“That went shockingly well,” said Jensen late that night when you were having an extra slice of JJ’s early birthday cake. “Those guys loved you.”

“I think we both got a little too worried over the parents situation. Dee’s parents were great, especially considering I nearly broke his knee. I’m really excited to meet yours next weekend.”

“It’s not too long of a drive up there. I haven’t been home in a long time. I’m looking forward to it too,” he said, a big smile on his face. “I’m really glad they liked you.”

“What’s not to love?” you said, Jensen smirking around his piece of cake. “You’re so hard on yourself. I’m really happy they like me too but even if they didn’t, there’s no problem there. You’re allowed to live your life. Dee wants you to keep living it.”

“I still wonder if she was just like ‘this boy is driving me nuts again, he needs a girl,’ and somehow shoved you into my life,” he said.

“Maybe. I mean, it was good timing that I was looking for a new job the same time you were looking for a nanny.”

“Did you ever report that last guy as an inappropriate employer?” he asked.

“I tell the agency but nothing criminal no. I mostly feel sorry for the families. Nannies are stability in the kids lives and leaving them isn’t easy. Unless they’re little shitheads but even then I don’t blame them, it’s the parents that turned them into it,” you said. 

“What’d you think of those three, when you met ‘em I mean,” he said.

“They’re all a little shy like you but they open up if they like you. They’re pretty damn funny. They got wit and sarcasm, even if they don’t know it yet. They’re kind and intelligent and they look to you in how to act like most kids. I knew they were good kids from the start.”

“You’re gonna be a great mom,” he said. You smiled and watched him eat a piece of cake, Jensen tilting his head. “You know they have called you mom before. All three of them. Accidentally but still.”

“Being a nanny has some of the roles of a parent but there’s still a difference,” you said.

“Yeah but you’ve never just been the nanny,” he said, scraping up some frosting with his fork. “Speaking of your sudden thrust into motherhood, the whole kids thing...how many of your own were you thinking of?”

“I don’t know. I don’t need to make a baby to love it. I was adopted and my mom loved me so much. I mean there’s already three of ‘em to chase after.”

“I’d like to have a baby with you. Someday,” he said. You dabbed your finger across some frosting on the plate and sucked on it, staring at him. “I know you do. Y/N there’s no more secrets. There’s never gonna be a secret between us ever again. Sometimes you get nervous but we have to talk about these things and everything. The big choices and the little ones we make together.”

“Honestly? I don’t want you to think I’ll love them less than a kid I make. I won’t. I will treat them all the same but I don’t know how to prove that to you.”

“You told me the day I hired you that I needed to hire someone I could trust, that trust was going to be so important. Y/N, I’ve never doubted your feelings for them. Shit, I’m pretty damn sure you were in love with them before me. And I get it because they aren’t scary. They can’t hurt you like the adults can. We wouldn’t be having this conversation if I had a shred of doubt.”

“I gotta think about kids more I guess. How many, when. I don’t know that right now.”

“We’ll figure out all that when we’re ready. Just let me know and we’ll come back to this conversation,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You know...hearing about what you did at the store...that’s kinda super attractive you know.”

“Uh what?” you said, Jensen pulling you into his lap.

“You, going protective badass...that’s very, very hot you see,” he said. 

“You’re such a guy,” you said while he picked up the last piece of cake on his fork. 

“Well we-” he said as you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the dessert, pulling back with a smile. “Oh you shouldn’t have done that.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” you smirked. He narrowed his eyes and set his fork down before he was standing and flipped you over his shoulder. “Jensen! Put me down!”

“Do the crime, do the time!” he said, walking over to the stairs. “Hm...what to do with you...ah I know…”

“You know…” you said before he flipped you down onto the couch and plopped down on top of you, catching most of his weight on his hands on either side of you. “Troublemaker.”

“You love it,” he said. He leaned down and kissed you, your hands wandering to his hair, holding him close. You grinned and wrapped your legs around his waist, Jensen kissing you sloppy and cheeky and like a teenage boy making out for the first time. 

“Dad,” said JJ, rushing down the stairs. He dropped this forehead to yours and sighed.

“What is it?” he asked. He sat up and you both looked at her, spotting the pale tint of her skin. “Feel okay?”

“Jensen call an ambulance, now,” you said, pushing him off and going over to her. He sat up and you kneeled down next to her, her lips slightly blue. You put a hand on her chest and felt the labored breathing. “Did you eat something new tonight? Or did a bug bite you?”

“I stepped on a prickly in the bathroom a minute ago,” she said.

“Jesus,” said Jensen as he rushed into the kitchen. “She got stung by a scorpion.”

He grabbed a bottle from the cabinet and started unscrewing it.

“Jensen go see what the scorpion is and get rid of it before the twins find it,” you said. He left the bottle with you and shoved the phone against your ear. “Hi, sorry how much of the anti-venom do I give her?”

“There should be a child dosage on the bottle, half the cap,” the person on the other end said. You unscrewed the lid and poured some out, having her swallow it down. She whined and you didn’t blame her based on the smell. “An ambulance will be there shortly.”

“Thank you,” you said, spotting Jensen at the top of the stairs. He was holding his wrist and had a slightly smushed object in one of the clear plastic cups from the kids bathroom. “We have the scorpion.”

“EMT’s should be able to identify it,” she said, Jensen walking down slowly. He took a seat on the bottom step and shook his head. 

“Jensen?” you said, his hand reaching for the bottle. You moved his hand from his wrist and saw two dots there. “Shit. My fiance was stung too.”

“There’s a nest in the bathroom vanity,” he said, pouring himself a dose and knocking it back. “I blocked off the door but get the twins out of there, please.”

“JJ,” you said as you saw her color get better while Jensen was getting paler. You took your phone out of your pocket and dialed, handing it to her. “Tell Uncle Jared to come over right now.”

Five minutes later Jared was there, JJ and Jensen sat in the back of an ambulance, Jensen getting a shot of something in the leg.

“We’re taking them to West County,” said a paramedic.

“I’ll see you guys soon,” you said, JJ staring worriedly at Jensen who has holding his wrist again. Jared looked around as they took off and you sighed. “Hey.”

“JJ said she and Jay got stung by a scorpion?” he asked.

“She got one as far as they can tell. Jensen got three. There’s a nest in the bathroom cupboard,” you said.

“Idiot,” mumbled Jared. You raised and eyebrow and he shook his head. “He forgot to get the pest spray done this year I bet. Dee always handled that kind of stuff. They’ve had a scorpion problem before when they first moved in.”

“Oh.”

“I’m gonna take the twins and stay the night. I’ll call and get the spray guys in first thing in the morning. You go take care of those two,” he said. You nodded and he grabbed your arm when you headed for your car. “Wait five minutes to calm down.”

“Jared I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You just don’t know it. Go inside, get your purse, Jensen’s wallet, take a beat, okay?”

“Okay,” you said. “Make sure-”

“I got it. Go on,” he said. “Make sure he’s not freaking out. Last time he was at a hospital it wasn’t good.”

“Right. Okay. Call me if you need something. And stay away from the kids bathroom.”

“Y/N. I know. It’ll be alright, I promise.”

One Hour Later

“Is dad okay?” asked JJ from where she sat in your lap. Jensen peeled an eye open and smiled. 

“I’m okay. Sleepy is all. We’ll be home in a few hours,” he said. His wrist was bandaged and he had an IV in his arm but he’d taken the anti-venom soon enough that they had enough time to get the proper medication in both him and JJ. She was already discharged but you didn’t want to leave Jensen by himself.

“Mr. Ackles,” said a doctor when she walked in the room. “Your bloodwork came back and everything looks good.”

“Awesome,” he said, sitting up in bed. “Can I get out of here?”

“You got about fifteen minutes left on that IV drip but I’ll let the nurse know to start the paperwork. I want you to take it easy tomorrow. Nothing strenuous.”

“I got it,” he said with a nod. “Nothing strenuous.”

“Jensen,” you said around noon the next day, catching him unloading some wood from the back of his truck. “What are you doing?”

“I was gonna work on those shelves for the kid’s playroom,” he said. You crossed your arms and he threw his head back. “I feel fine. The nest got cleared out and the house got sprayed. I wanna work on this.”

“You have all the time in the world to do it. Work on it tomorrow,” you said, picking up the wood plank. He tried to take it out of your hands and you growled. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Please do what the doctor said and rest today,” you said. He bit his lip and you moved the pieces of wood into the garage, Jensen leaning back against the side of the truck when you shut the trunk. “You’re scared, aren’t you.”

He nodded and glanced at his wrapped up wrist, then down to the ground.

“Hospitals freak me out now,” he said. “I don’t like bugs. My body hurt and knowing I forgot to do something so simple put them in danger sucks. Knowing if she hadn’t come downstairs it might have been real bad sucks. If you hadn’t noticed I don’t know if I would have and it scares me not knowing.”

“Close your eyes for me,” you said. He shut them and took a deep breath, letting you take his hand and walk around to the back of the house. You spun him around a few times stopping him so he was facing the pool about twenty feet away. “Know where you are?”

“Somewhere in the middle of the backyard,” he said. “What are you doing?”

“You said not knowing scared you. Lots of times you don’t know. It’s kinda just how life works,” you said, dropping his hand and moving a few feet away. “Take a big step forward.”

“Y/N, I don’t like this,” he said, fidgeting his hand along the bottom of his shirt. 

“I know you don’t. But would I hurt you?”

“No,” he said. 

“So listen to me. Big step forward.” He took a step and you looked around. “Jump backwards.”

“What?”

“Jump backwards.” He frowned and took a small bunny hop back. “Again.”

“I feel ridiculous.”

“Says the guy who plays pretend for a professional career. Now hop back and then step to the right,” you said. He groaned and did as asked. “Jog forward until I say stop.”

“Are you trying to kill me out here cause I feel like I’m about to break my neck slipping in the pool.”

“I’m trying to get your anxiety out in a non-life threatening way, okay?”

“By having me jump around the backyard like an idiot.”

“By having you get comfortable with the fact that most of life is spent not knowing and you can’t change that fact. You can’t see it all coming.”

He threw his head back but kept his eyes shut. He stared to run towards you and you wrapped your arms around him when he got there, Jensen peeling them open slowly.

“See? I wasn’t gonna let anything bad happen,” you said. He nodded and rested his forehead on your shoulder, pulling you into a squeezing hug. “You okay?”

“I’m sorry for being short and not doing what the doctor asked,” he said.

“Hey, it’s alright. I got scared too last night. Everything is fixed now so no need to worry over it. Why don’t you take a nap and maybe we have a real quiet lazy day while Dee’s parents got the kids for the day,” you said. “Sound fun?”

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll take quiet today.”

Three hours later Jensen was curled up with a blanket, his head resting in your lap as you watched a movie together. You played with his hair, Jensen turning into the touch every so often. 

“I know you’re worried about me,” he said. He turned and faced up at you, your fingers swirling in his strands. “I know I’m kinda clingy today which I’m normally not.”

“You can cling all you want, honey,” you said, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “I wish life would give you a break for a second. No work, no badness. Just some peace and quiet for you.”

“My parents lived here after the accident. For a few months. They were here, Jared and Gen were over every day, my siblings would stop down every week. The first few months I understood. I had an injury I had to recover from. But I felt like a child those few months once I recovered. Everyone taking care of the kids, of me. I was barely a father to them. Playtime. A story at bed. Someone else made most of their meals, did everything for them.”

“You’re a father but you’re still someone’s child,” you said. He blinked and you shrugged. “You were hurt, possibly the worst out of anyone. I know taking care of everyone else is your default but people get to take care of you too. I get to take care of you.”

“I feel like all I do is get taken care of by you,” he said. “I never give it back.”

“You’ve given me a family again. You take care of me every single day.”

“I never see you getting upset. It’s always me. I’m always the fuck up,” he said. You slumped down and took a deep breath. 

“I get upset Jensen. I got upset that very first time we fought, that night with the ice cream. I got upset when you got jealous of that nanny in Canada and we saw my father the first time. I got upset telling you the truth of it all because you of all people don’t need problems like that dumped at your feet. I got upset when we saw him again because I was scared and I was scared he might hurt you too. I got upset when we fought when you got home and I got upset when you proposed because you were so scared and I get upset Jensen. I get upset when you’re hurt. I get upset when I hurt. But I don’t have all those safety nets under me that you do, remember? I just got a couple right now and you’re my last resort. I’ve been my own support system for so long that I can’t undo that all overnight. I know it’s been months but the fact I even let you see me cry, the fact I can even talk about this stuff with you and know all you’re thinking about is how to make me feel better...I still need to heal too. You’ve done so much already. I’m gonna have my moments where this is switched, believe me. But today’s not my turn for that, it’s yours.”

“I love you,” he said, staring up with the softest green eyes you’d ever seen on him yet. “Even more than five minutes ago if that’s possible.”

“I love you,” you said, bending down and kissing him. “You’re the expert on the falling in love stuff though so I’ll leave that up to you.”

“It’s very...it’s what you think it is and it’s not at all what you think. There’s falling and nerves and then calm and then falling and calm and you spend the rest of your life doing that. It’s not magic and it takes work to keep it alive sometimes but all you gotta do is talk. Just talk and it always seems to work out for me,” he said.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you asked. He nodded and smiled as you went back to playing with his hair.

“You know I really like when you do that,” he said.

“I know you do. It relaxes you,” you said.

“Makes me feel safe too,” he said. “But what’s your secret cause eventually I’m gonna want to know them all.”

“I was very attracted to you when we met. But that kinda freaked me out a bit. I found myself liking you a lot that first day I was here. You got me a birthday cake. I realized how kind you are that night. It wasn’t for anyone’s benefit other than my own. I had a crush on you, even though I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere.”

“I had a crush on you from when you made me a cup of coffee. You’re so good and kind yourself,” he said. He reached up and cupped your cheek. “I’m really happy you had your mom eventually. I would have liked to have met her.”

“Maybe she and Dee are hanging out wherever they are.”

“I hope so. She won’t mind sharing me with you,” he said.

“You honestly think so?” 

“You gonna mind sharing me with her?” he asked.

“I’ve always shared you. Just hope that wouldn’t bother her.”

“I used to think maybe it would but no, she wants me to be happy and that’s you so you got all eternity to get to know each other eventually if you think about it.”

“Well when you put it that way we got nothing to worry about,” you said.

“Oh don’t worry about that. I think your mom was right. I get to have two people is all, kinda like she did,” he said. 

“She would have liked you. Would have said you’re a little old for me but she would have liked you.”

“Wasn’t she older than Ray?” he asked.

“Yeah. She was. She was only fifty,” you said.

“You grew up too fast,” he said quietly.

“Maybe. But it got me here and I don’t think I would have done anything different. I wouldn’t want to screw that up. Well I’d do one thing different.”

“What?”

“Drop by this house, have a conversation with a certain someone.”

“Say hypothetically you had that ability, you’d really do that knowing what you’re giving up?”

“I’d give her back to you right this second if I could.”

“I appreciate that, really,” he said. He let his hand fall down and reach around your back, curling around your waist. “But she’s not more important than you are. I miss her. Everyday. But I lose one of you either way in that scenario. And I can’t choose. I’ll never be able to. If she were here and you weren’t, I’d still be just like this. It’d still hurt.”

“Make me a promise. I keel over early, you try again. Try for both of us.”

“I will if you will,” he said. He held up his pinky finger and you grabbed it with yours. “But he can’t be hotter than me.”

“Equally as hot?”

“Slightly less hot but that’s my final offer,” he said. 

“Eh, fine,” you said. “You’ve worn me down.”

“Always words I want to hear,” he chuckled. You slid further down the couch until you were practically laying back, your arms wrapping around him. He got up and lay down with you on the wrap around side of the couch, pulling you into his chest. “Can I take you to dinner tonight? Just us.”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

“Okay, honey,” he said, kissing your forehead. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Just thanks. For what you said. What you did earlier, just being with me,” he said.

“Lucky for you I like being with you a whole lot,” you said.

“Very lucky for me,” he said. “Very lucky indeed.”

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A/N: Read Part 11 here!

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[lovee-infected]

Hello! ♥ Can I request headcanons or oneshot (whichever is easier) about how the twst boys react when they discover that MC is a girl, because they thought MC was a pretty boy, someone like Epel, when an unexpected rain happens during flying class and they can see the silhouette of the breasts or the vibrantly colored bra under the wet T-shirt 👀

At some point they all go : “My expectations for you were low , but holy f ”

Riddle Rosehearts

Class 2 E had to take Riddle who crashed the ground from the 20 meter height to the nurse office afterwards

His pe grades were already horrifying and with those two tips of something he saw under your wet clothes , it isn't really strange to end up in bed

Thankfully he doesn't end up with a broken leg , but that seemed way better than having this broken sanity now : (y/n) is a girl...?

He gets red but not of any anger , instead embarrassment . He has been treating you too casually good lord , he is never the same with girls

Riddle doesn't talk to you for a few days because he now realizes how lame your relationship may seem ; many things he should have done , many things he shouldn't have done

Would things still be the same ? Well it has to be he , thought . After all you didn't ever hide anything or lie about your gender , it was his misunderstanding

Well now , maybe he wants to treat you a bit... softer ?

Trey Clover

He isn't terrified by the gender , he is terrified by the way he saw it : Wet clothes , squishy big things under your shirt with a visible color...

He sweats at even saying it by word he wasn't ; he wasn't expecting that at all

He tries to hide his blush but that doesn't really work ; everyone knows that Trey isn't one to blush easily

He decides that it's better to skip the class now ( His eyes need some fresh air) . Just a few hours away , and he seems to be already used to it

He has to admit that it's somehow creepy to see the guy who you always liked having around is actually a girl , but he decides to pretend that he already knew it

Male or female , you're the same to him . The lovely and adorable (y/n) you always were

But still , this got him thinking...does he need to treat you like a girl sometimes ? Stuff that just girls do , say or like ?

Cater Diamond

He... notices the big deal when he's taking a rainy day selfie with you . He is making sure that you both look good but suddenly his eyes lay at the sight of your chest through his phone...

His eyes grow wider and he doesn't notice when he presses the button : The sound of his phone's flash almost made him drop it

You ask if he's alright but Cater just gives you a nervous laugh and say that the phone just slipped for a second . He neither shows you the pic you just took nor agrees on taking a second one when you ask him to

He leaves in pretext of picking his umbrella up but instead , runs to a corner where you couldn't see him : He brings that selfie from his gallery and zooms on your chest . He wants to make sure of what he just saw

Which one's worse ? The neon pink bra under your T-shirt or the... clearly visible tip of your nipple under it ? Damn you are laying your breasts on his hand in the pic...

He quickly saves it though his private albums . On the second thought , he sends all pictures he had from you to that folder as well

Well , he'll get used to it right? Perhaps he can now flirt more comfortably with you knowing that you're actually a girl . The only important thing for him is too make sure that no one ever finds out about photos he has on that private folder ; the one he keeps specifically for you

Deuce Spade

"E-eh??" Remember what happened with Eliza ? This is the second version of it . Even during his rage days ( Wild yellow hair and random fights with others) he lacked the ability to even say hi to a girl . And here he is now spending all those days together without knowing that you were a girl !??

His whole personality almost cracks for a second . All those dirty stuff other first years had shared about girls flashes before his eyes . He wasn't damn prepared -

He couldn't be any more thankful that you couldn't see the horrifying scenes and sounds through his mind at the moment- He just leaves before you could even see him blush

Ace doesn't stop teasing him though , late at the night inside Heartslabyul's , Ace is walking on his nerves asking him to tell what's wrong . Ace isn't the only curious one ; soon all his classmates too keep asking Deuce to say what is bothering him

Deuce has decided to keep his mouth shut until he comes over this fact on his own , and he's strong on it . There's no way that he'd let anyone recognize his anxiety with women

He knows his friends better than this and doesn't want to be dared to steal your underwear or poke your breasts in another round of truth or dare

Let's just...hope that things will soon get better for him or , perhaps you can be his chance to overcome his lack of skills with women ?

Ace Trappola

"Holy sh-" He then gets fired from the pe class for his impolite usage of words- ( School rules , right ?) Not that he cares though

Comparing to Deuce , he's a lot better and more experienced especially because he has been in a relationship before... which is both good and bad

The last time he got this close to any girls before you was with his ex-girlfriend ; and to be honest even that relationship didn't brought them as close as you two are now . The thought of going through similar things with a new one even though he no longer thinks about his ex ... that kinda hurts

Maybe he would've died to tell Deuce what he found out if old memories didn't haunt him . He isn't an awkward realizing your gender like Deuce is , but he can tell that it's kinda hard for him to deal with it . Mostly because of how close and dear you are to him now...

He finally realizes that he doesn't deserve carrying the shame and anxiety on his own and tells Deuce ; well at least calming Deuce down will make him pay least attention to his own problems

Leona Kingscholar

He almost chokes- He was standing in the corner without a single drop of water on his hair while you got too wet as if you took a shower with your clothes on

He is teasing you likr always again until he realizes a second color under your white clothes ... no . please don't be

He prefers to imagine that you're a guy having the kink of wearing feminine underwear . He isn't ready to accept that you're a girl and he still denies it after seeing the vibrantly visible bra with his own two eyes

God...he teased you , kicked you , laughted you off and literally stepped on you ; that's what he usually likes to treat others so..? But not a lady , never . He is raised better this to end up neglecting a lady's great level and worth

Now considering how he's been teasing you so far , what did you think of him..? Do you consider him an asshole who has no respect for women due to how he treated you ??

He is really stressed out and doesn't know what to do , he just takes off his own jacket and quickly comes to you , wrapping it around your wet body and hair and taking you to a warmer place . He keeps asking if you're alright ? Didn't you catch a cold ? Do you need a doctor ?

Leona doesn't know if your fascinated gaze means a yes or no , and it isn't going to help

He isn't going to explain himself right now , maybe give it some time ?

The only reason he treated you this casually was because he was comfortable with you and it was all...a way of showing admiration ?

Maybe it gets better when he explains himself

Ruggie Bucchi

His mouth drops open when he realizes the bra as you two were drying yourselves after the rain . (y/n) is a she...!?

He doubts , he would doubt it again if he even takes a closer look . Suddenly his body feels warmer and his cheeks get red . No way...

Ruggie barely talked to any girls other than his own family and even skipped conversations when girls were brought up , he isn't mentally prepared for it !

But now he is changing with you at the same room ?? Wait wait wait- He might act like a brat but he isn't a jerk

He leaves because he's sure that you need some privacy ; all though he still refuses to believe that you're a girl...

You never ever mentioned your gender in front of him and he never asked , but did anyone else know it except him ? He just wouldn't dare to ask

Well girl or not , he doesn't stop teasing you in general ; but also learns not to go too far since it's still hard for you to be wrapped in an all boy school...you need more support

Jack Howl

He doesn't mind going blind after seeing those nipples under your wet T-shirt . He first thought that they were a bit too big for a boy but...he soon realized that they weren't even for a boy-

He had to take a small look between your legs because he couldn't resist- he had to make sure . And NO ! He didn't see what he wished to see there

He still can't make sure ?? Those things usually proved someone being a girl but still , there is no way to make sure unless he asks you ; but how can he ? No way , he'll just melt down

He doesn't mention anything in front of you but tries indirectly bringing the issue of your gender up with Ace and Deuce : Didn't (y/n) tell you two about her schedule today?

" Her...?"

Well great , now Ace and Deuce have joined him on the ‘terrified of your gender’ army . The only way to make sure is either asking you or... stealing something that could prove it . Someone has to get inside your room but which one of them now...?

Azul Ashengrotto

He is vibing with the pleasant rain as it made today's pe sessions a bit better for him . He asks you to join him

He just takes his glasses off for a second to dry them and- BANG

The color of your bra was too visible that he could even see it without his glasses on

He immediately puts them on and takes a better look , well great now he can clearly see your breasts closely . How bad he wished that he went blind for a second...

You don't get why Azul seems to be studying your chest so you ask if something's wrong?

Azul is pulled out of his thoughts and embarrassment takes him over because you realized what he was staring at : Pathetic

Azul excuses himself telling you that he has to take his pills before he returns to his Octopus form and disappears

How dumb he could be not to realize it till now... Beside that - Why the hell didn't those two tall sticks ( a.k.a Floyd and Jade) realize it either !?

God God God...he keeps swallowing his eyes at the thought...

How can he get over the fact that he was being with a girl all this time...?

Floyd Leech

Well of course he is shocked , Shrimpy was supposed to be a guy but he actually is a little girl ? Meh , what a disappointment

Well , body is body to him so he isn't really shocked or freaked out to see , well , those things under your shirt

He might not be that fascinated , but still has doubts . While you two are taking a walk back to Ramshackle dorm , he just doesn't stop staring at your chest and doesn't mind you noticing him either

To be honest , he now seems to be liking it . You were just a kiddo he always enjoyed teasing but now that you're a girl...? How different would things be ? And would the way he treated you make you possibly... have those girlish feelings for him ? Sounds fun

While saying goodbye at your door he stops for a second to say something . You don't quite get what he asked but he knows better himself : " Random question but- are those seriously soft to squeeze ?"

Jade Leech

Just as Floyd , he doesn't mind you being a girl . He actually appreciates you even more now. Night Raven College isn't a place for weak people and still , to think that a small human girl like you could last this long here... Farewell , human beings can be really interesting he can tell

He gently offers you his coat and escorts you to a warmer place , telling you to change into something dry before you catch a cold

Well the first day is nothing different or weird , but the upcoming days prove how creepy he can be...

He doesn't mind popping up out of nowhere to tell you to choose underwears with a less noticable color at school and it just makes you melt ; not just because it's embarrassing to be told so but also because it proved that Jade is watching you

He does do some research on surface females to get to know the differences between what he expected you to be and what you really are better ; not that he has a complaint though

Jamil Viper

He exactly knows what he just saw there and - He can't help but to feel ashamed . For once he leaves without taking Kalim with him , he just forgot him a the moment

He now feels... angry . You never ever shared your gender but it's not like he ever expected you to be a girl . He feels lied to ; you didn't ever tell the truth but didn't lie either ; that bugs him even more because he doesn't know if he's mad at you or not

Well he now knows when someone you thought you know ends up being something totally different ; like the way Kalim saw who he really is...well that's really annoying to think of

Jamil ignores you for a few days until you come to ask why he's avoiding you . He insists that it's nothing all though it's obvious that it is-

Alright , a few days until he cools down . He wants to keep the distance till then

Knowing your gender often makes him feel ashamed of how casually he's been treating you . Well a lot of things are different when it's an all boy school , right ?

He doesn't know if he should act cooler with you from now or pretend that he never saw anything , he needs time to make up his mind

Kalim al Asim

He was giving you a towel to dry yourself when he recognized your clothes . He was actually thinking of bringing you some dry ones when he saw what he wished he didn't saw- Aaah why would you wear such a recognizable bra : " (y/n)..??"

He quickly pulls back and apologizes ; not that you know what he is apologizing for

He returns to Jamil and tells him to leave , he just can't face you right now

There at Scarabia , Kalim tells Jamil everything since he really needs to share some feelings . He asks Jamil if he knew about this and he certainly didn't

Kalim now keeps wondering... how hard might it be for you ? A girl sorrounded by all guys out there , do you feel safe ?

He now has decided to look after you more than he already did , he just doesn't want you feeling any sad or lonely because of your current situation

He always hated loneliness and that's why he needed Jamil around , now it's your turn to have Kalim around so you'll never be alone

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is well familiar with all beauty materials - including feminine underwear - so he quickly realizes both the unusual size of your chest and the vibrantly colored bra under your clothes . He wishes he hadn't

Bearing the fact that he was having a girl beside him all this time is already hard enough , but what makes it worse is what a terrible female he thinks you are now

You seriously do need a start over ! You are no girl if you're this ignorant toward your appearance even as it makes you look like a guy

He spends all night thinking of what he now should do with you . He does know how to manage guys but girls ? That won't be called something he had much experience on

He isn't feeling as comfortable as before with you yet , he decides to give you some lessons to at least pull you out of your non feminine self

He doesn't mind telling you that you have to do a lot more for yourself as you are a girl ; and he says it as if he knew it all this time

He isn't going to turn you into a princess , it's safer for you to remain something between male and female as you are stuck between all these untrustworthy guys , but it doesn't hold him back from giving you some chance to see your female self. He brings you wigs and puts on your makeup , telling you that you sometimes need to show up like this

He still needs some time to feel as comfortable as he used to with you , but spending time with you trying to have a start over is actually helping him to like you even more than he used to

Rook Hunt

Well congrats , for so long no one had ever succeeded to shock Rook like you did ! That's an improvement . He always makes sure not miss a single detail about those he has his eyes on ; yet he failed to even recognize your gender correctly until now

A bit of fascination won't hurt , right ? After all having a boy like Epel beside him makes it really confusing to specify male and female sometimes

To be honest , he now finds you pretty fragile and helpless : Bunny between the beasts

If a hunter like him didn't know it so far , then probably no one else knew it either . So that's his little secret now

This place's a considerably dangerous zone for a lady to step on , and Rook isn't planning on exposing you like this . He isn't a monster after all...

But having Rook of all people knowing your secret is already enough of torture , isn't it ?

Epel Felmier

I-I thought we were the same...???

This can't be true , this shouldn't be ! Please don't be , please , please , please

Epel looked up to you bot only as a reliable and strong friend but also as someone who goes through similar appearance problems as Epel himself did

You made him feel better that he wasn't the only one having problems with looking too similar to girls ; seems like he was wrong

Epel wasn't ever comfortable with getting close to girls , along becoming a friend of them . He even kept you closer than his other friends since the too of you could relate a lot he thought ; now what should he do ?

He is too embarrassed to even look into your eyes now , he even skips classes you two share and in summary , does anything to avoid you for a while

That is said that girls and boys can never be just friends and... that's frustrating

Now , could the two of you ever be as close as you used to be again?

Idia Shroud

Which is worse , realizing that he's been spending all his time with a girl over the past few months or seeing her wet breasts during the class ?Man , that looked just like those anime hentais one would find online...

Beside that , having your gender exposed makes him feel a bit unsafe about his relationship with you ; if even a simple thing such as gender could be different from what he was expecting you , then what greater differences would your reality have from the (y/n) you were into his eyes ?

Idia hardly ever gets to fully trust anyone and now he isn't sure if he could trust you anymore . Well yes gender might be no big deal compared to the fearful thoughts he is having at mind ; but it's enough to send him into his safe zone and stay away from you

His face turns red and hot whenever he thinks of that scene even when he's all alone in his bedroom , God he wasn't prepared-

Ortho finally forces him to tell what's bothering him and when he confesses , Ortho gets really excited . He keeps telling Idia that as a friend , he has to stay by your side specially because you may feel lonely being a girl all on your own . He reminds Idia of the fact that this is what friends do

He now feels sorry for abandoning you like a coward , but he has to admit that it's a bit hard for him to return the old friendship you two had . Well maybe just texting you instead of face to face interaction would be better ?

Malleus Draconia

uh..? A girl...? Child of man caught in an unknown world and... That's a female . You keep fascinating him over and over ever since he met you , it's just another surprise he can tell

He kinda loses all his focus during the pe class after he accidentally notices the unusual knobs popping under your T-shirt ; are you wearing something wrapped around your...chest ?

He first thinks that it may just be somewhat of a brand new clothing trend to wear feminine-like stuff ; but remembering how you never clearly stated your gender , he now understands how wrong he was

He thought that he had you under his watch pretty well , but he even failed to realize your gender correctly ; perhaps he should learn to do it better

Malleus isn't about to treat you any differently just because you ended up being a girl , all though he has to agree that it was a bit shocking . But in general , nothing about your relationship really seems to be gender related

You don't know his name and he didn't know your gender until now ; is this how karma works ? Well that'd be a bit unfair , gender was rather worthless compared to the fear his real identity might bring you

The only thing that may change now is him being more protective over you ; not that he underestimates you but rather because there's no way for you to be totally comfortable in a school filled with rebellious guys . He wants to make sure that his currently favorite human being won't get in much trouble because of that...

Lilia Vanrouge

Eh ? Through out his hundred-year life this would be the most shameful thing he got to face . You might think that he found it to be a disgrace to his long lasting life which is filled with honor and pride ; but in that case you may like to get to know the old man better

He doesn't like being thought of as a pervert ; but it doesn't mean that he didn't enjoy himself either. Naked figures or seductive girls aren't something he gets overly excited about , same goes for you . Well accidents like this can happen everyday , right ? But this one had something rather fun along with it :

From the direct yet neutral gaze he gave your chest , you immediately realized what he was looking at and you pulled back . Lilia didn't expect you to notice it so quickly , but the embarrassed face you gave him afterwards , that was priceless

He giggles softly at the thought , a shy and cute little girl . He isn't really a fan of boys that are overly cute or childish , but when it comes to little girls , that's another story

You had already caught his eyes by being the only human being caught in this school on your own . Well , to see how feeble and shy you sometimes could be , that reminded him of Silver

Now now , what should he do ? Playing the role of a small girl's parents or something ? Doesn't sound that bad

Sebek Zigvolt

Gasp

He's about to lose his mind - he feels like he has saw you totally naked or lurked into your privacy , he feels awful

He runs to another corner to cool down from what he saw - Damn- That scene doesn't get away from his eyes for a second

Well then , take deep breathes , it's cool , it's fine - it's gonna be fine

Sebek wouldn't dare talking to you for sometime after that . His cheeks get warmer whenever he sees you around , making him change his direction to avoid you

When you finally get him to talk to you , he breaks off- He starts apologizing . He swears not to ever peek on your body again and that he won't say a word from what he saw

You probably don't know what he is talking about , but you say okay to calm him down

Sebek isn't used to having girls around but now that he does , he should be really careful . He doesn't want you to think of him as a antisocial chick when it comes to women and he tries his best to be a gentleman in front of you . Man...he really does take it seriously

Silver

A... girl?... Silver's first reaction would be nothing different from blushing and turning back ; what else would you expect him to do ?

He's a simple guy , he doesn't overreact but doesn't feel totally comfortable either

He didn't ever even think of the possibility of you being a girl , he just isn't used to having anyone else than boys in NRC around . You did always look too cute for a guy but still , he didn't see this coming...

(y/n) is a girl...A girl , this thought gets looped inside his brain . He can't stop freaking out over it . It feels like he's been building a sand castle on water all this time and now he's watching it sink . His whole expectations of you seems to be ruined

It gets even worse when the figure of you dressed in a long beautiful dress , holding a brilliant crown of your flowers on your long silky hair haunts him on his dreams - Why on earth do you have to be so beautiful (y/n)..!?

Silver refuses to accept , but he's pretty soft when it comes to girls . He's pretty shy but to have a girl he has been liking for sometime close...his inner self is getting teased - in a pleasant way

He doesn't show up in front of you for a while , but he just can't get the thought of you out of his mind . From reality to dreams , seems like you're always in front of him . As if you really walked with him once upon a dream

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[laxuscouldnever]

Aizawa Shouta x Child!Reader

It was around midnight. Shouta was on his usual route for patrol when he heard the feet running hard on the ground. His head shot up as searched the area below for the source of the noise. His eyes stopped on a boy, around the age of 7, running. He looked scared and was running like his life depended on it.

Even Aizawa, from the rooftop he was on, could see how unhealthy the boy looked. He wasn't a doctor, but he knew for sure that the boy wasn't in shape and wasn't eating enough to fill out his form.

Jumping from roof to roof, Aizawa followed the boy until he turned into an alley and stopped. The little boy sat down and leaned himself against the wall. He was breathing heavily and wiped away the tears that had been falling with the sleeve of his shirt. Aizawa slowly made his way over to the building right above the boy.

Once he was above him, Aizawa was able to get a better look at the boy. He could see that he had [H/C] and his face was just as skinny as the rest of him. He could almost see a tint of [E/C] in the boy's eyes.

Aizawa jumped silently down to the boy. The boy's head snapped up and Aizawa could see how petrified he was. "Don't worry. I'm not here to hurt you." Aizawa said softly. 

The boy didn't say anything, just sat and stared at him, too scared to move from the spot he sat in. 

"You mind telling me your name?" Aizawa asked, trying to get the boy to talk to him. Again, the boy said nothing, just stared.

Aizawa sighed.

 "I can't help you if you don't tell me your name." The boy seemed to ponder for a moment, trying to figure out whether the man in front of him was a good guy or not. The boy swallowed hard and finally gave an answer. 

"[Y/N]." he said. Aizawa was relieved he was able to get an answer out of him. 

"Got a last name?" The boy shook his head no.

He wasn't lying. He had forgotten about his past life after being held captive for so long. His name was all he could remember about himself.

Aizawa wondered for a moment what he should do. If he took him to the police station, there was a chance that he could find his parents and get him home. But what if his parents were the reason he was so unhealthy and beat up. Aizawa didn't want the kid to end up back into an abusive home.

He finally decided to call Hizashi and see what he thought. Hizashi loved kids and would know what to do with him.

Aizawa reaches into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He sat down across from [Y/N] and dialed Hizashi's number. It rang a few times before there was an answer.

 "Hello?" Hizashi's tired voice sounded from the other end. 

"Hizashi, I found some kid running the street. He seems to be pretty beat up and I don't know what to do with him. Got any ideas?" Aizawa asked, watching the boy as he rubbed his eyes tiredly.

The other end was silent as Hizashi thought for a moment.

 "What about taking him down to the station? Maybe they'll be able to find his parents." Hizashi suggested. 

"I thought about that, but what if his parents are the reason he's all beat up? I don't want to send him back where he's gonna get hurt." Aizawa said. 

"How about you bring him over and we can talk to him about where he's from. Once we know his situation, we'll figure something out." Aizawa agreed and hung up the phone.

Standing up, he looked down at the boy again. He was starting to doze off and he was having a hard time keeping himself awake. 

"Hey, kid. I'm gonna take you to a friend's house, ok? You don't need to worry. He's a good guy too. He's gonna help me figure out what to do with you." Aizawa said. The boy hesitated for a moment but then nodded once he realized how tired he was.

[Y/N] stood up and started following Aizawa, glancing behind him every once in a while to make sure they weren't following them. He was starting to get nervous the longer they walked, so he ran to catch up with Aizawa and placed his hand in Aizawa's much larger one. The hero didn't seem to mind, but he did notice how often the little boy looked behind him and wondered if he was waiting for someone to catch up with them.

Aizawa also noticed that the little boy was starting to slow down. He could see in his eyes how tired he was and Aizawa felt bad. No kid should be this sleep deprived. Hell, he even had the faint bags under his eyes and it made him feel even worse. 

"Tired?" Aizawa asked, stopping. [Y/N] nodded. Aizawa knelt down and lifted the boy into his arms. The boy's body tensed at the sudden movement, but realized he was safe and relaxed. Aizawa continued walking, holding [Y/N] close and letting him sleep in his arms, head resting on his shoulder.

After some walking, they finally reached Hizashi's front door step. Aizawa used his free hand to knock on the door. There were footsteps from inside and the door opened, revealing a sleepy Hizashi. Hizashi's glance went to the sleeping child in Aizawa's arms. 

"Wow, you've already adopted him." Hizashi joked. Aizawa rolled his eyes and walked into the house.

Aizawa laid the little boy on the couch and grabbed a blanket from the hallway closet and let the boy sleep as he talked to Hizashi.

"Do you know anything about him, yet?" Hizashi asked. They were sitting on the floor in Hizashi's room. 

"His name is [Y/N], but that's it. He seemed pretty scared when he was running and kept looking behind him like he was expecting something." Aizawa said. 

"Ok, so obviously he was running from something, or someone. The real question is who and why." Hizashi said. Aizawa nodded in agreement.

The boy on the couch didn't stay asleep for long. He was awake within 15 minutes of being at Hizashi's. [Y/N] sat up quickly and took in his surroundings. He's never been here before and he assumed this must be the friend's house the man had told him about. He didn't see anyone and took it upon himself to search the house for the man who brought him here.

[Y/N] climbed off the couch and quickly realized how tired his legs were. He almost couldn't walk, but was determined to find the man. He began walking down a hallway when he heard soft talking from a room. He slowly opened the door and saw the man from earlier talking with a blonde man with a mustache.

Aizawa and Hizashi stopped talking when they heard the door open. They saw [Y/N] peeking his head in.

 "Hey, sleep good?" Aizawa asked him. The boy nodded and slowly stepped into the room.

 "Can we talk to you for a minute or so?" Aizawa asked. [Y/N] walked over to Aizawa and nodded. He sat down next to him on the floor. 

"For starters, why were you running down the streets?" Aizawa asked. The boy sighed. 

"I escaped." he said quietly, his voice not being used to talking so much. Aizawa glanced at Hizashi.

 "Where from?" Aizawa questioned.

 "I don't really know. There were lots of guys. They were really mean." [Y/N]'s voice shook. 

"Did they hit you a lot? Did they give you those bruises?" Hizashi asked. [Y/N] looked down at his lap and nodded. He felt tears prickling at his eyes and quickly wiped them away.

Both Hizashi and Aizawa felt a twinge in their hearts. What kind of villain was cruel enough to do something like that to a child? A defenseless one at that.

"Can you, maybe, tell us what they did to you?" Aizawa asked softly. 

"They put needles in me a lot. When I didn't let them, they hit me. Sometimes they took away my dinner and locked me in a cage." [Y/N] said. Aizawa felt himself get angrier as the kid described the things these mysterious people did to him. How could someone treat a kid like that? That must've been a hell no one could imagine.

"Do you know what they had in the needles?" Hizashi asked. 

"No, but they hurt a lot. They would put them in my back the most." [Y/N] stood from his spot and turned around. He slowly pulled up his shirt to reveal his back. It was covered in small dots surrounded by bruises. 

"Sometimes the needle broke and they had to cut it out." The two men looked closer and could see faint scars across his back.

[Y/N] pulled his shirt down and sat back in his spot. He looked at the two men, expecting more questions.

 "Where are your parents?" Aizawa asked. [Y/N] looked confused. 

"Parents? I don't have any parents." he said. He had no remembrance of his parents. He thinks they might've died or something.

Hizashi went to ask another question when a loud growl filled the room. Aizawa and Hizashi both looked at the little boy. 

"Was that your stomach?" Aizawa asked. [Y/N] felt his face go red.

 "Y-Yeah. Sorry." he said.

 "Let's get you something to eat." Aizawa said, standing up and holding his hand out. [Y/N] hesitated, wondering what they could possibly feed him. He grabbed Aizawa's hand and followed him out into the kitchen.

"What do you eat?" Aizawa asked as he shuffled through the refrigerator. 

"He's a kid, Shouta. Not a cat. He eats what you eat." Hizashi said as he stepped into the kitchen. 

"I don't know what to feed a kid." Aizawa said looking over to the other man. Hizashi sighed. 

"[Y/N], why don't you sit at the table while I fix you up something, ok? Is soba alright?" Hizashi asked. [Y/N] wasn't sure what soba was, but he was hungry and was willing to eat anything at this point. He nodded his head and waited for the food.

Aizawa sat down next to [Y/N] at the table. 

"How long did those people have you?" he asked. [Y/N] thought for a moment. He's been with them for so long he's forgotten about his past life and every memory he has is filled with them. 

"Forever, I guess. I can't remember anything other than them." [Y/N] said. Aizawa nodded and seemed to go into thought.

The two sat in silence as Hizashi cooked behind them. Aizawa was brought out of his trance as a plate of soba was placed in front of [Y/N]. Hizashi placed a pair of chopsticks next to the plate and walked back over to the stove. 

"Would you like some, Shouta?" he asked.

 "I'm good, thanks." Aizawa said. He sat and watched as [Y/N] tried his best to use the pair of chopsticks, but failed.

 "Here, hold them like this." Aizawa gently fixed [Y/N]'s grip so it was easier for him to eat.

Hizashi eventually sat at the table with the two of them. [Y/N] heard the two talking, but was too busy eating to focus on what they were saying. Hizashi's really good at cooking, the little boy thought.

"He can stay with me from now on. Anyone who's got a problem with it can talk to me." [Y/N] heard Aizawa say. He looked up at the man and saw him looking back. Aizawa smiled a little bit. The kid needed a home where he would be taken care of and Aizawa was determined to give him just that. He couldn't be sure if he would be put into a loving home if [Y/N] was put into the system.

Aizawa waited for [Y/N] to finish eating before helping him out of his chair.

 "I think we're gonna head to my place. It'll be best if I get him to bed soon."Aizawa said as he picked the boy up and held him. 

"Sure thing, dad." Hizashi said with a smirk. Aizawa rolled his eyes and left.

It was cold night, so Aizawa used his scarf to wrap around the boy, making sure he was warm. Aizawa walked himself and [Y/N] home. He wasn't gonna lie, taking care of someone other than himself sounded terrifying, but this kid deserved a home and he'd be damned if he wouldn't give him that.

When they arrived at Aizawa's house, Aizawa carried them both to his bedroom. 

"I don't have another bed and I don't want either of us to have to sleep on that old couch, so it looks like we'll be sharing a bed for a little while." Aizawa said as he placed [Y/N] on the bed. [Y/N] nodded as he rubbed his eyes, tired from the evening's activities, and from having a full belly for the first time in his life.

[Y/N] climbed up the pillows and claimed the spot closest to the edge. "No way, you sleep on the inside. The last thing I want is you falling off the bed and hurting yourself." Aizawa said as he scooted the boy over to the wall before climbing into bed himself.

Aizawa was half asleep before he felt the tiny body scoot closer, tiny arms resting on his torso. He cracked open his eyes to see [Y/N] curled into his side. He closed his eyes again and fell asleep. God, this is gonna be hard.

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life-changing field trip [zuko]

Pairing: Zuko x waterbender!reader (I’m a sl*t for the opposites attract trope I’m so sorry)

Requested?: Yes! I am once again combining two requests that I thought fit together, I’m sorry if that upsets the anons who requested :( The first anon request: “ooh maybe flirty/yn with zuko while in the ember island house or while sparring (or combine the two LMAO)” The second anon request: “Hi! Can we have more simp Zuko plz 🥺 How about that scene where the gAang looks for Aang, and Toph is like “I want to go with Zuko because I have not had a life changing field trip with him yet,” but instead of Toph it’s y/n and Zuko is all blushy and flustered because he has a crush on her 🥺”

Summary: You just want to test the waters and see if Zuko likes you back, after all, Sokka has been telling you that he does indeed like you. However, every time you try to get close to the prince, he either runs away or ignores you.

not as flirty as it could’ve been but i like how it turned out :) short & sweet

.masterlist.

~

Ember Island was beautiful.

You had all arrived there a few days ago, joining Katara after she had gone off to hunt down the man who had killed her mother. When you heard that she hadn’t ended his life, you had hugged her tightly and quietly told her that you were proud of how strong she was.

Aang had come up behind you soon after and you retreated from the two to give them a bit of privacy, crossing your arms as you stood next to Zuko. The two of you observing the scene that was unfolding in front of you, a smile twitching at the edge of your lips as they embraced.

“I’m glad the two of you came back safely,” you said quietly to the prince, never looking away from Aang and Katara. Zuko didn’t reply and shifted uncomfortably. “Especially you. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t look at your pretty face every day.”

You didn’t have to look at the prince to know that he now wore a scowl on his face, displeased at your words. In reality, Zuko was trying to hold back a blush at your words and instead of replying, he simply rolled his eyes and stormed off.

He burst into his family’s beach house, cheeks still ablaze. Toph and Sokka sat there, looking up at Zuko blankly before going back to their conversation. Slightly disappointed in their lack of response, he threw himself onto the nearby couch, releasing a loud groan. 

Toph paused her words for a second before continuing to speak. Sokka glanced at Zuko before focusing on Toph, knowing what he was trying to do. At the sound of his friends’ conversation, Zuko threw his arms over his head and groaned loudly once again. This time, their conversation stopped completely before Sokka turned to face him.

“Yes, Zuko? Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing,” he replied gruffly. Toph couldn’t help but snort.

“Why is your heart beating so fast then, Sparky Pants?” Toph asked. “It can’t be ‘nothing’ if it’s got you all worked up.”

Zuko shot her a glare, forgetting that she couldn’t see it, before burying his face in his arms and mumbling something.

“What was that?” Sokka asked, a smirk on his face.

“(Y/N) was out there,” Zuko repeated, lifting his head up slightly. “Why was she the only one to greet us out there?”

“She wasn’t alone. Aang was with her,” Toph said. “Besides, she said something about making sure that you weren’t injured or anything.”

Zuko’s face went bright red once more. “Why couldn’t one of you be there with her?”

“Because your reaction every time she gets too close to you is hilarious,” Sokka replied. “Just tell her how you feel. The worst she can do is say no.”

The conversation died down as you entered the room with Aang and Katara trailing behind you. You aimed a smile at Zuko, heading over to the couch he was laying on. At the sight of you, Zuko scrambled up and all but sprinted away, a frown on his face as he muttered that if anyone needed him he would be in his room.

The smile melted off your face at Zuko’s actions. Katara noticed and came up behind you. “C’mon, help me with dinner?”

You nodded.

~ “Hey (Y/N/N)!”

You looked up when you felt Sokka sit next to you, drawing your attention from the two boys who were training in the courtyard. He followed your line of sight, smirking when his eyes landed on Zuko. “Enjoying the view?”

You hummed in response, still not facing the Water Tribe boy before replying. “I’m just studying them. It’s not every day you get to see firebenders just casually practicing their moves.”

“Whatever you say,” Sokka replied, leaning back on his elbows. “You don’t have to hide your feelings. He feels the same way y’know.”

The snort that left you was unintentional, but still drew Aang’s attention to you. He perked up immediately, his tiredness leaving his body in a second. “(Y/N/N)! How long have you been there?”

A blush covered your cheeks as Sokka nudged your side and snickered. “O-Oh, a few minutes. I was bored so I came out here to watch your lesson.”

“Great, can you do me a favor?” Aang asked, his eyes sparkling. You groaned internally knowing that you couldn’t deny the young Air Nomad anything. Silently, you nodded. “I promised Toph that I’d learn how to sandbend today but Zuko’s not done training. Can you please spar with him?”

“I’m not a firebender Aang,” you replied, crossing your arms. “Shouldn’t he be training with a firebender?”

“It’s fine, you don’t mind, do you Zuko?” Aang didn’t wait for Zuko’s response before continuing. “Besides, how often does he get to fight waterbenders? This is good practice!”

Before either of you could reply, Aang was already bouncing away. “Thanks (Y/N/N)!”

You stood up slowly and made your way to the middle of the makeshift arena, stretching as quickly as you could. Once you were done, you faced Zuko. “Ready?”

He nodded silently, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he realized you didn’t have a water skin near you. Just as he opened his mouth to ask, you lunged at him. He barely had time to duck, dodging your fist but not your leg. His knee buckled under your kick and he ended up on his knees. He glanced up at you to see you smirking.

“Cute. I always thought that I’d end up on my knees for you, not the other way around,” you commented, stepping further away from him. You dropped to a defensive position as he got to his feet, his cheeks burning as he stared you down.

The two of you moved at the same time, Zuko throwing a blast of fire at you as he ran. You slid underneath it, quickly standing and aiming a kick at him. He dodged it gracefully before sending another blast at you. Just when he was about to ask why you weren’t using your bending, you reached out, focusing on the water in the air around you and forming a thin stream of water.

Zuko’s jaw dropped slightly, he had never seen a waterbender pull water out of thin air. He managed to dodge the water whip you had created and sent up a wall of fire, turning it into a wall of steam as he evaporated the whip. You didn’t stop there however and managed to turn the vapor into ice shards which you quickly dropped onto Zuko.

He rolled out of the way, sticking his leg out at the same time. He succeeded in toppling you, and you squeaked as you fell onto your back. He moved to attack and you reacted quickly, drawing water out from nearby plants and sending it at him full force. The fire he had ready was extinguished and he ended up soaked from your attack.

“Nice one (Y/N)!” you heard Sokka yell, reminding you that he was still present. You shot him a look as you stood up before turning to face a now shirtless Zuko. 

“Spirits,” you whispered, trying not to stare at him. “How is this fair? Put your shirt back on! Or don’t.”

“You’re the one who got me all wet,” Zuko replied, tossing his shirt to Sokka and walking back to the middle of the arena.

“If only it were the other way around,” you whispered jokingly, causing Sokka to cackle. You joined Zuko once more, having no time to prepare before he attacked. The fight continued on for a few more minutes, the two of you all sweaty and tired. You decided to try and attack with ice again, dodging a punch from Zuko as you accumulated water from around you.

You couldn’t hold yourself back from making another comment as Zuko pushed his hair back from his face. “You know, I can think of a few other activities that can make us equally sweaty, if you’re interested.”

Zuko stumbled at the same time you attacked, allowing some of the ice shards to nip at his skin. He hissed lightly as the cuts began to bleed, silently chastising himself for letting you distract him.

“Oh no. Zuko!” you yelped, running over to the boy. Your face showed nothing but worry as you knelt next to him, taking in his injuries. “Let me get you healed.”

Your face scrunched in concentration as you waved your hand, a globule of water forming around it. Both of you were silent as you healed his cuts, biting your lip as the guilt crawled up on you.

“Stop doing that,” Zuko said suddenly, drawing your attention to him. You looked at him confused before you noticed his gaze was on your lip. Blushing, you looked back down to his wounds. You tried to ignore his gaze as you moved your hands up to his chest, healing the wounds there. Zuko wondered if you could feel his heart racing.

“I’m really sorry Zuko,” you whispered, finally done healing his chest. You glanced up at his face, wincing when you noticed a shallow cut on his cheek. He closed his eyes as you reached up and cupped his cheek, unintentionally nuzzling his cheek into your palm. After a minute, you pulled away. “I’m done.”

Zuko opened his eyes, meeting yours and causing you to stop completely.

“It’s okay,” he whispered back, his voice raspy from speaking so lowly. “It didn’t hurt that much.”

For once you were at a loss for words, no witty or flirty comment on the tip of your tongue as you stared into Zuko’s eyes. Remembering Sokka’s earlier words, you stepped closer to Zuko. He swallowed harshly but didn’t move.

“Zuko,” you whispered, dropping your gaze down to his lips. “Can I-”

“Hey! Aang needs you, Zuko,” Sokka suddenly called out, making the two of you jump apart. You whirled around, eyes narrowed as they landed on the Water Tribe boy. Despite the smug smirk on his face, he couldn’t help but flinch at your reaction, knowing that you were going to bite his head off once the two of you were alone.

Zuko’s eyes widened and he all but sprinted into the house, only pausing when Sokka grabbed his arm. “Forgetting something?”

“Oh, r-right,” Zuko said, taking his shirt from Sokka. He glanced at you briefly one last time before running into the house.

“Sokka,” you growled, stomping over to him. “What was that for?”

“What was what?” Sokka asked innocently, walking backwards to get away from you. A wide grin spread across his face. “The real question is: what was happening between the two of you back there?”

You pushed Sokka up against the porch railing and quickly froze his hand to it. “It might’ve been a kiss if you hadn’t interrupted.”

You stormed away after that, an annoyed expression on your face as you made your way into the house. Behind you, Sokka was trying to get free. He was unsuccessful.

“(Y/N)! Don’t leave me here! I’m sorry! (Y/N)?”

~

Zuko had managed to avoid talking to you the rest of the day, even when the two of you had been paired up to fight the Melon Lord. Toph had enjoyed that a little too much.

He sat furthest away from you during dinner and went to bed immediately after, giving a mumbled goodnight to the group. Everyone turned to face you after he left, a questioning look in their eyes (well, except for Toph). You had simply glared at Sokka, who had then proceeded to explain what had happened earlier between the two of you. The group couldn’t help but laugh, only annoying you further as they teased you about it.

You had gone to bed early too.

Katara had woken you up early the next morning, panic on her face as she dragged you out into the courtyard. “Aang’s gone!”

That statement woke you up immediately, and you found yourself looking at her with a confused expression. “What do you mean gone?”

“Look,” Sokka said, pointing to the spot next to you. “He left his staff. That’s so strange.”

“Aang’s not in the house,” you heard Zuko say as he joined you all outside.

“Let’s check the beach,” you said, walking away before you finished your sentence. The six of you trekked down to the beach, perking up slightly when you noticed Aang’s footprints. You followed them all the way to the edge of the water where they suddenly disappeared. “The trail ends here.”

“So he went for a midnight swim and never came back?” Suki asked skeptically.

"Maybe he was captured,” Katara said worriedly.

“I don’t think so,” Sokka muttered, looking at the footprints. “There’s no sign of a struggle.”

“I bet he ran away,” Toph said, her voice a little dull.

“No way, he wouldn’t leave behind Appa or his glider,” you countered.

“Then what do you think happened to him, oh sleuthy one?” Toph snarked back.

“It's pretty obvious,” Sokka suddenly said. “Aang mysteriously disappears before an important battle? He's definitely on a Spirit World journey”

“But if he was, wouldn't his body still be here?” Zuko asked.

Sokka bowed his head down in slight embarrassment. “Oh yeah. Forgot about that.”

“Then he's got to be somewhere on Ember Island,” Katara said. “Let's split up and look for him.”

Your eyes widened and you immediately grabbed onto Zuko’s arm, hugging it tightly. “I’m going with Zuko!”

“W-What?” Zuko stuttered, a bright blush coating his cheeks as he tried to ignore the fact that you were hugging his arm. Everyone else stared at you knowingly.

“What?!” you asked. “Everyone else went on a life-changing field trip with Zuko. Now it's my turn.”

“Try not to make it too life-changing,” Sokka muttered as he walked past you, earning a snicker from Suki and Toph. Sokka and Suki left on Appa and Katara and Toph headed into town to see if they could find him there. You kept holding on to Zuko’s arm as the two of you walked further along the beach. It was silent for a few minutes before you finally spoke up.

“Hey pretty boy, why have you been avoiding me?”

Zuko’s eyes widened and he turned to you. “W-What did you just call me?”

“Pretty boy,” you chirped, a smile on your face as you looked up at him. “Because y’know, you’re probably the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

Zuko cleared his throat and dragged his gaze away from you. His eyes didn’t leave the water as you kept walking side-by-side.

“So,” you nudged him softly, sliding one hand down his arm to intertwine your fingers with his. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been avoiding you,” Zuko replied quickly, shaking you off his arm as he proceeded to walk a bit in front of you. You kept quiet as you caught up to him, biting your lip as you thought about the boy next to you.

“I thought I told you to stop doing that,” Zuko snapped, stealing a glance at you.

“Why?” you asked, releasing your lip. “Does it turn you on?”

“What?! N-No!” Zuko exclaimed. A faint trail of steam escaped his nose, letting you know that he was flustered.

“Relax, Zuko,” you chuckled. “I’m joking. Now, why have you been avoiding me?”

“We should be looking for Aang.”

“You and I both know that Aang isn’t here,” you replied, looking out at the vast ocean. “He’s probably doing some Avatar-related thing right now so why don’t you just tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.”

“I haven’t been avoiding you!”

“Yes you have! Ever since yesterday. Ever since I-” you cut yourself off, a blush appearing on your face as you thought about the almost-kiss between the two of you. Zuko swallowed nervously, also thinking about what had happened between the two of you.

“Ever since you almost kissed me,” Zuko filled in for you, his head hanging low. “That’s why I’ve been avoiding you.”

“Because you didn’t want to kiss me?” you asked, slightly upset. “You could’ve just said so, it doesn’t have to be weird.”

“Because I did want to kiss you,” Zuko replied almost immediately. The two of you came to a stop. “I’ve been avoiding you because I want to kiss you and be with you but I can’t.”

“Why?” you asked, thoroughly puzzled.

“I’ve done so many things,” Zuko whispered. “So many bad things. To Aang, to Katara, to you. I’m from the Fire Nation; I don’t deserve to be with someone like you.”

“That’s absurd,” you whispered back. “Your past doesn’t define you Zuko. You chose to make the right decision and sure, it took you a while but you realized that you were doing more harm than good. You changed, that’s what matters. You made the right choice even though you knew it could mean trouble for you and that’s why I like you.”

Zuko finally looked up at your words, his eyes full of wonder as he looked at you. A small smile appeared on his lips at your words and he found himself approaching you slowly. “Do you?”

You nodded softly.

“Zuko?” you asked quietly. “Hypothetically, if I had gotten the chance to ask if I could kiss you yesterday, what would you have said?”

“I- Hypothetically, I would’ve said yes,” Zuko whispered back. Feeling bold, you walked up to the prince and wrapped your arm around his neck.

“Do you trust me, Zuko?” you breathed, your lips inches away from his. You felt your heart speed up as his golden eyes met yours. Silently, he nodded. You wasted no time as you leaned up and pressed your lips against his. He stumbled back slightly, his back hitting the cliff that surrounded the beach as he grabbed onto your waist.

Almost immediately, he turned around, kissing you roughly and pressing you up against the wall as his body covered yours. Your hands tangled in his soft hair, your heart racing impossibly fast as you realized that you were actually kissing Zuko. You pulled away first, giving him a soft smile as you stared at him. “I take it you like me too?”

Zuko chuckled before nodding. “I do.”

He pressed another kiss to your lips, this one gentle as you enjoyed each other’s presence. The two of you were so distracted that you didn’t hear Appa land on the beach a few yards from you.

“Hey! I could be wrong but I’m pretty sure Aang isn’t in either of your mouths.”

The two of you pulled away from each other to see Sokka looking at you with a wide smirk. Suki sat behind him, giving both of you a suggestive look. Zuko helped you climb onto Appa before joining you and sitting next to you.

“Yip yip,” Sokka said before he turned to you. “So (Y/N), how was that field trip of yours?”

You turned looked at Zuko beore intertwining your hands, making him blush and earning a smile from Suki and Sokka.

“Best field trip ever.”

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[helliontherapscallion]

Privileges (Adrenaline Junkie Part 11)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6     Part 7     Part 8     Part 9     Part 10     Part 12     Part 13     Part 14     Part 15     Part 16     Part 17

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: slight description of death/injury/illness, small description of homelessness, slight panic attack

Word count: 2,845

You and Arthur sat at the top of the cliff for a while sitting in silence. Glancing at the sun’s position, you guessed that it’s been a couple of hours. You continued to wait patiently for him to gather his courage that you knew he had. He looked conflicted. 

The wild herds of livestock grazed peacefully below you, filling the silence with various moos and oinks. Various flowers colorfully dotted the green grass with multiple shades of vibrant blues, yellows, whites, and reds. The few clouds that littered the baby blue sky rolled endlessly above you, giving you a sense of peace and entertainment when you tried to make out mobs from the abstract shapes. The breeze lightly blew against your skin making you shiver every now and then from the feeling of it working its way through your feathers and hair. It was a perfect day for flying.

While you were waiting, you took out the snacks and water and handed them to Arthur. He originally didn’t want them, but you insisted he at least drink something today. He needed hydration if he was going to sit under the hot sun for hours. Every time he would take a deep breath (which was often), you would perk up and look at him ready to fully divert your attention towards him, only to look elsewhere when he would sigh. You were starting to lose your patience, but you knew you had to hold out for Arthur. That poor kid looks like he’s been through a lot in such a short amount of time. 

You mindlessly munched on a granola bar. The chocolate and grain danced on your tastebuds in perfect harmony like an old married couple gleefully waltzing at their grandchild's wedding. Washing down the taste with water, you feel the cool liquid slither it’s way down your throat, relieving parts with it’s refreshing properties. You let your mind wander to your brothers.

Technoblade, ever the individualistic, nonconforming anarchist, lived a couple of hours outside the outskirts of the Dream SMP lands. You visited his house once and it was nice, but you really didn’t like the cold. Your metal prosthetic froze to your amputated wing and it took several painful hours of waiting by the fireplace for it to unstick to your feathers. Techno appeared indifferent of the situation, but you knew he cared deep down. He always was a softie for his family members. 

Wilbur was in his element in L’manberg. Leadership came naturally for him, and you were immensely grateful for that. Without him, L’manberg would’ve gone down in history with dishonor. L’manberg was thriving under his just rule. Infrastructure was slowly starting to spread throughout the entirety of the small nation, making it easier to travel. You always flew everywhere, much to the disapproval of Wilbur (“(y/n), can’t you just use the roads I just built?”), so the infrastructure never really affected your daily life. You appreciated that he was working so hard to build his symphony up from measure one to the end. He was truly the heart and soul of his great nation.

Tommy was… well for lack of a better description, Tommy. You were incredibly proud of him, giving up his prized music discs was a gigantic sacrifice for him. It really showed how much he grew up from being the toddler you met a little over a decade ago. Your little brother wreaked havoc in L’manberg, but a good kind of havoc. Tommy and his partner in crime Tubbo were the ones that eased tension during the War. Even after the War, they always actively searched for adventure. They made people smile as they would run past, they knew they were in for a show later on in the day. Tommy and Tubbo gave the nation life outside of its physical growth, they were the morale of the nation. 

You supposed that you were somewhat important to L’manberg, but not as important as your brothers. Sure, they used your inventions to help fight Dream and his goons, but they would’ve been able to do that without your creations. Though, it was satisfying to see the looks on their faces when the L’manbergians whipped out the portable TNT launchers and automatic crossbows to absolutely decimate them. You didn’t really supply L’manberg with physical or morale growth, you were just… there. In your cramped workshop. Tinkering endlessly with inventions that you hoped would make people’s lives easier. 

“(Y/n), I’m ready.”

You jumped a little, turning to him and giving him what you hoped was an encouraging smile. He took a deep breath, looking anywhere but at you.

“It started when I was seven. Mama and Papa were sick. We didn’t have enough money to pay for a doctor, so me and my brother Hugh were trying our best to take care of them. We weren’t good enough though, they died after a couple weeks. 

“People came to take us away from Mama and Papa, but Hugh told me to run away as far as I could. He told me that he’d be right behind me. So, we ran to the woods. He said that he knew a few people that lived there that’d be able to help. We lived with them for three years, they were nice people. 

“One day, they needed supplies so me and Hugh went to go find a cave. The cave we found was really pretty, it had tons of redstone and iron. We went deeper and deeper til we found a huger cave. It had tons of feathers there and some red brown stuff on the walls.” You felt a shiver run down your spine as you realized that those were probably yours. You wondered if they were still down there.

His voice started to get strained and wobbly. “A-and we saw it. Hugh told me to hide and not make any noise so I did and… and it killed him.”

Tears steadily dribbled down Arthur’s freckled cheeks as his lip wobbled and his nose turned as red as his hair. He was starting to hyperventilate. You reached over and pulled Arthur into a tight winged hug. You gently rubbed his back and whispered reassurances into his ear.

“It’s alright Arthur, please breathe with me. In,” you took a deep breath, “and out.” You let out the breath. Even though his breath was steady a few minutes later, you still kept him in a tight hug. It absolutely devastated you that he went through so much in his short life. He started sobbing again.

“(Y/n), it took his soul! Hugh’s still down there with it!” He blubbered out.Your hand froze on his shoulder. 

What. It can’t take souls, could it? That’s not possible, right? …Right? You were going to have to ask Philza about it, but Arthur is your first and only priority right now. His loud sobs were slightly muffled by your shoulder as you felt your shirt get slightly wet with his tears. You did your best to comfort him, but you weren’t used to comforting a child that just lost his only family. 

“I’ll never let that happen to you again. I promise.”

You sat with Arthur protectively wrapped in your arms until you saw that the sun was going to set in the next few minutes. Not good, not good at all. You looked down at Arthur, his eyes were closed in a deep sleep, taking deep shuddering breaths in and out. Good, you needed to get him out of there and you didn’t want to traumatize him anymore than he already is by showing him how mobs react when you’re near them. 

You hastily packed up your stuff before taking off as quickly as you could without waking the sleeping boy. You flew as fast as you could through the air, keeping a tight grip on Arthur as you cut through the darkening sky. You could see zombies, skeletons, spiders, and the occasional enderman below you. Luckily, they didn’t notice you as you flew overhead. 

Just as the lit up house entered your line of sight, you felt something whiz past you accompanied by a strong gust of wind. Looking down, you realized that it was a skeleton. It shooting an arrow garnered the attention of the surrounding mobs as they turned their heads to look directly at you. Shit.

You pushed yourself to fly faster and twisted your body so that if an arrow were to land, it would hit you and not Arthur. You felt the air around you shift as a myriad of arrows were shot at you. Dodging the best you could, you glanced down at Arthur. Still asleep. Good, he didn’t need to see this.

Getting closer to the house, you lowered yourself to the ground fully and pushed your feet against the grass, running for dear life as you heard a fwoosh of air right next to your ear. FInally, you reached the doorknob and swung the door open. Flinging yourself and Arthur inside, you slammed the door behind you, hearing the banging of arrows hitting the wood. 

You leaned against the door panting and closed your eyes, clutching Arthur closer to you in relief. You opened your eyes and peered down at his face. Still asleep? How much of a deep sleeper was this kid? Maybe he was just extremely emotionally tired from earlier. That’s probably how he impossibly slept through all that. 

You pushed yourself off the door and headed up to Wilbur’s, well Arthur’s room so you could put him to bed. You peeled the covers back and placed him gently on the mattress. You covered his body with the heavy comforter and tucked him in. His face visibly relaxed and a slight smile quirked onto his lips. You took a deep breath and stood there watching him. That was certainly a close one. Way too close for your tastes. You almost got him killed because you lost track of time. 

You swept the bangs out of his eyes and left the room, gently closing the door behind you. You tiredly drug yourself down the stairs to the kitchen so you could at least grab a small snack before passing out in the comfort of your bed. Today was just not your day. At least you’d get a decent night’s sleep tonight. 

Walking into the kitchen, you saw Philza sitting at the table looking at you with… was that relief or anger? Or a mix? He stood up and quickly walked over to you. You tensed up, fully expecting to get yelled at, only to feel him hug you. You melted into his touch and felt small tears prick at the corner of your eyes. You really needed a hug after today.

“Don’t ever do that again. I don’t care that you’re an adult, do you know how worried I was? I thought you and Arthur got hurt. He’s just a child and you’re on your last life (y/n). You need to be more careful.”

You didn’t say anything. You just buried your face into his shoulder and let out a silent sob. “I was so scared Arthur was gonna get hurt, I didn’t know what to do.”

The emotion you were holding in all day from sleep deprivation and lack of nutrients completely spilled out. You felt pathetic, crying in your dad’s arms like you were a kid again. He rubbed soothing circles on your back and led you to the couch where you both sat in each other’s arms. Once you calmed down, you pulled away and wiped at your eyes, facing away from him so he didn’t see your weakness. 

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t sleep at all last night and everything just… came out.”

“Hey,” he chided gently, making you look at him, “don’t apologize for feeling emotions. You were bottling it all up weren’t you?”

You nodded shamefully. “...And what did I tell you and your brothers about holding it in?”

“Not to do it.” Your croaky voice cracked out. 

He smiled at you. “That’s my kid. Did you talk to Arthur?”

“Yeah. He’s actually alone, Dad. He doesn’t have anyone out there for him. And he… he said that they saw my feathers and blood down there on the walls and floor. Saw his brother get killed right in front of him… mentioned something about The Warden stealing his brother’s soul? It can’t do that right?”

You were met with silence. “...Right? Dad, you’re scaring me.”

“Yes, The Warden takes the souls of it’s dead. It’s how they live so long, they trap the souls in their chests and feast on the lifespans in rations until the soul is completely integrated into it’s very being.”

So that’s what the screaming white wisps that haunted your nightmares were. They were the souls of the dead. They were screaming in agony when The Warden killed you, so you thought they still held onto their humanity. You remembered hearing thousands of screams echoing off from the stony walls of the dark cave. Shuttering, you remembered how some of the souls stared at you in desperation and despair. 

“...So the souls are trapped with it forever?”

He nodded, not looking at you. The Warden killed you in your first life, why were you still… still you? It doesn’t make sense. 

You swallowed thickly. “Then why didn’t it take mine?”

“I don’t know hun, I wish I could tell you why. I thought you died for good before you respawned. I thought it took your soul.” His voice cracked slightly at the end.

You pulled him into a hug. “It didn’t and I’m still here. That’s the important part, Dad. I’m still here.”

Continuing to give him comfort, you trailed off as you remembered your first death. What could’ve prevented it from taking your soul like the rest? You blanched thinking about what it would’ve been like to be stuck with The Warden indefinitely. Trapped and suffering until it was fully integrated into it’s monstrous body for the rest of eternity. It sounded like hell on Earth. Before today, you thought death was the absolute worst outcome, but you were mistaken. You were given the mercy, no the privilege, of death that day. 

Was it because of the stone platform you landed on? That must’ve been it, there’s no other way you could’ve respawned if you landed anywhere else; the stone platform was the only space you could’ve landed that was far enough above the ground to bleed out. You remembered how your shattered ribs would grind together as you endlessly sobbed and the hot blood dripping off from your forehead and wing warming up your rapidly cooling form. Dying like that was a privilege compared to what the lost souls of the miners endured. You didn’t know how long they’ve been in there, but you still would rather die like that a thousand times over than have to be trapped inside that thing for all of eternity. 

Your thought process was interrupted as Philza pulled away and wiped the tears from his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was slightly blotchy, it’s been a while since you’ve seen him like that. He’s always been strong for you and your brothers. 

“...Why don’t we grab some dinner before we go to bed, I assume you didn’t eat…?”

His sheepish look gave you all the answers you needed. “There’s some leftover mushroom soup we could eat.”

You stood up and gave him a bright smile. “Let’s dig in then, I’m starving!”

He laughed as you pulled him off the couch and into the kitchen. “Did you eat anything after breakfast?”

You paused slightly then continued to pour the soup into two bowls. “...That’s not important.”

He pursed his lips. “(Y/n).”

“I had like a quarter of a granola bar if that counts.”

“(Y/n) you went through the day with only half your breakfast and a few cups of coffee in your system?”

“I know, I know, not healthy. But that still doesn’t take away from the fact that you didn’t eat dinner either.” You slid the bowl over to him across the table. 

His eyes narrowed in thought before he sighed in defeat. “Touché.”

You snorted and started to eat your soup. You hummed as the earthy flavor shimmied around in your mouth comforting you after today’s events. You automatically felt better after eating. You always found comfort in food. Before you knew it, both you and Philza were done with your dinners and were leaning back in your chairs. You felt your eyes start to droop against your will.

“Why don’t you go to bed and I can clean up. You look like you’re gonna pass out.” He snickered. You hummed in agreement, too tired to argue and murmured out a quiet “thanks. G’night, love ya.” You drug your feet up the stairs and plop down on your bed, passing out instantly as soon as your head hit the pillow.

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Meeting their future S/O

Pairing: Kirishima, Bakugo, and Amajiki + Fem!Pregnant! Reader 

Summary: These poor babies don't know what happened when you suddenly fell out of a portal into their laps. They are even more confused when they see you sporting a baby bump.

TW:None (other than some slight cussing) just some cute fluff and confused teenage boys.

Omg I never knew people would like my brain dumps so much🥺 thank you!! I really hope you like this one I saw a similar theme on another page but I can't seem to find it so I can credit them😔.Please excuse bad grammar and spelling. Hope you like it!! Stay safe and beautiful 🌸🦋✌🏻

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Kirishima 🦈

🦈 This poor baby was so confused at what had just happened. He was sitting in the common room playing on his phone while Bakugo yelled at someone/something (he had gotten used to his yelling by now and tuned him out.). 

🦈 Next thing he knew a beautiful girl landed in his lap from a portal above him. She not only knocked the air out of him but also fought everyone's attention with her pretty noticeable baby bump. 

🦈 "What did you do!?" Denki shouted at him while helping you out of Kiri's lap.

🦈 "How am I supposed to know she fell out of the sky!" Kirishima yelled back. 

🦈 Everything got even more confusing when they saw the wedding ring on your left hand and your shirt (Which was oversized,black, and had a picture of a much older Kirishima on it,sporting an absolute MANE of red hair, with the words RED RIOT in bold under it.)

🦈 Iida had already started bombarding you with questions about your physical health and didn't notice you grabbing Kirishima's hand and squeezing it while also holding your bump. 

🦈 "Guys guys leave her alone already. Can't you see you're stressing her?" He said while helping you up and shooing everyone away as he took you to his dorm room. 

🦈 Once there he hears you giggle and mumble something about how "It's a little messier than what you told me."

🦈 Shark.exe has crashed. Excuse me what? Did he know you? He tried to rack his brain for an answer but never found one. 

🦈 "Um do you have your husband's number? Maybe we could call him and ask him to come pick you up." Kirishima says while grabbing his phone ready to dial whatever combination of numbers you gave him.

🦈 "You really don't know me yet do you?" You said lightly shifting your body so you could sit on his bed and get off your slightly aching feet. Kirishima shook his head slowly feeling like he did something wrong before another portal opened up and in walked (more like ran) a older and, in his mind, more manly version of him

🦈 Immediately you sprang up and hugged the male and letting out a rather loud “Kiri!!” The male hugged you back before asking if you were ok and placing his hands on your stomach.”I’m fine Kiri I just want to go home and see our son.”You said giggling before turning back to current Kirishima who looked almost ready to pass out.

🦈 “I’ll see you in the future but a little hint.” You leaned in and muttered in Kirishima’s ear “I’m the only one who calls you Eiji.” But before he could piece it together you were already gone.

🦈 P.S He did figure it out and gained the courage to ask you out and the first date went amazing save for the fact he tripped and fell. He totally embarrassed himself but you made it better by giving him a kiss at the end of the date. 

Bakugo💥

💥 Ok bear with me on this one, how this played out Bakugo was walking in the dorm building, after he had his ass handed to him in training, when he heard someone yelling, like YELLING, louder than even him. He walked to the kitchen ,where the noise was coming from, and saw a woman with a large pregnant stomach yelling at Denki who had taken away some of Bakugo’s personal stash of very spicy chips from her.

💥 At first he was mad that someone had actually found the secret stash, then he was amazed that someone was able to handle the amount of spice the chips had (he won’t admit it but even to him sometimes the chips were too hot to handle). 

💥 Denki sees Bakugo watch the situation before he runs behind Bakugo while screeching “Bro get your girlfriend!!” (poor Denki can't get a break) 

💥 “Hey don’t hide behind him you coward! Give me the chips back!” You yelled at the blonde, who by now had run away into the safety of his room, but soon the anger turned to happiness when you saw Bakugo. “Baby!” You squealed and (tried) to run to him but he held his arms out and backed away.

💥 “Woah, woah, woah who are you calling baby!?” Bakugo yelled and in turn made you stop and hold under your stomach.

💥 “You silly! Don’t you remember me?” You say suddenly going quiet for a second.

💥 “No!? Should I?” Bakugo now regretting what he said, I mean you were obviously heavily pregnant and you called him ‘ baby’. He was trying to rack his brain of any ‘’ extras’’ he had come into contact with but came up with nothing. Though he did find it strange that you kinda looked like a girl he liked to pick on from class 1-B. 

💥 Your mouth opened in a quiet realization “You don’t know me yet do you?” To which the male responded with a confused shake of his head. You didn’t seem upset about it though like he thought you would. 

💥 “Well then can you help me get to the couch please? My back is starting to hurt from standing for so long.” You said almost shyly glanging down at your large stomach before back up at Bakugo. He nodded silently and helped you over to the couch where you gladly sat down and grabbed his wrist lightly. “Can you please stay? I know you have no clue who I am but if you wanted to know I will tell you.” You said happily. 

💥 After he sat down (and gave you back the spicy chips that Denki stole) you told him everything, about how you met, how things are in the future, and much to his surprise how his future self proposed to you. (He thought his future self was both amazing and an annoying simp for you). You started to giggle at his surprised face when you finished the story and it turned into a full blown laugh when he looked at the engagement ring on your finger then to your large stomach. 

💥 Wait, that would mean he……....Pomeranian has died and  left the chat. 

💥 But before he could ask to make sure a portal opened up and an older and ahem…. More muscular version of him appeared and his future self almost sprinted to you and hugged you tightly (being careful of your stomach of course). Future him pulled away and looked over you for any sort of injuries and, when finding none, turned to his current self. 

💥 “Thanks for taking care of her for me.” His future self says “It might not seem like it now, especially after that beating you took today in training, but things are going to get better. Trust me.” His future self mummers quietly before picking you up bridal style and going back through the portal.

💥 The next time he sees you he doesn't pick on you or call you an extra much to the confusion of you and his classmates. But he knows it will make sense in the future and he holds onto what his future self said “Everything is going to be ok.”

Amajiki🐙

🐙 This poor shy boy didn’t even know what hit him when he walked into his dorm and saw a pregnant woman holding a child that oddly looked similar to him. Miro had grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the woman sitting on the couch holding the child protectively. 

🐙 Amajiki was even more confused when the small child jumped out of the girls arms and ran to him and HUGGED him yelling “Daddy!!” His face turned about 70 shades of red and he kept stumbling over his words still trying to comprehend the situation. 

🐙 “Lillia!” You said making the little girl look back at you. The little girl had rather long wavy hair that was the exact color of Amajiki’s just a little lighter and she had his dark violet eyes. She looked like an exact carbon copy of him. 

🐙 “Sorry mommy..”Lillia whispered and crawled back into the woman’s lap and hugged her large stomach. This poor boy was so confused. The little girl, who couldn’t have been any older than 4, called him daddy and the woman mommy and the last time he checked he was still (sadly) a virgin. 

🐙 “I’m sorry about that Amajiki . She doesn't understand that you have no clue who we are yet.”  You said looking down at the little girl as you rubbed her small back. Lillia had her cheek squished against your stomach whispering things to the unborn baby. 

🐙 Amajiki flushed red again and started to mess with his fingers, his anxiety starting to kick in a little. “B-but she c-called me daddy?” He mumbled out shyly making you smile lightly

🐙 “God you haven’t changed much since highschool.” You said rubbing your lower stomach. Amajiki flushes red again but manages to gain the courage to sit next to you. The little girl tries to crawl over to him but stops when she looks at your stern face. Amajiki notices this and says something about it being ok and Lillia quickly goes and crawls into his lap hiding her tiny face in his chest. 

🐙 At first he freezes up not being used to human contact much but calms down rather quickly(which is odd since he never really calms down at human contact). He looks over at you and tries to figure out who you are, he has never seen you around campus before and does not recall seeing you at the festival. 

🐙 You smiled as you watched him try to figure out who you were. You knew what he was doing since whenever he was thinking really hard his eyebrows would furrow together and he basically looked like he was pouting.

🐙  It was so adorable. 

🐙  Well it was until he realized if his future self actually WAS your boyfriend/fiance/husband whatever that meant he also……. Shy.boi.exe left the game

🐙 You were about to explain but a portal opened and a older version of Amajiki practically ran through and grabbed your face lightly checking you over before looking Lillia over who latched herself onto his leg 

🐙 "Baby we're fine." You said holding the side of his face letting him calm down. Older Amajiki looked over to his present self and smiled mumbling out a thank you before picking both Lillia and you up and disappearing through the portal. 

🐙 His current self did end up finding out who you were. You worked part time at a flower shop that he walked past a lot going to the park. (He ended up buying some flowers from you and you had slipped your number between some of the flowers.)

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[mrs-march-ahs]

How the Evans Cheer You Up

Headcannons and a short imagine for how the boys would cheer you up

I know this idea has been to done to death but I really wanted to have my own go at it. I sincerely hope you like it. I’m still unsure with this one. I tried to make up different reasons for the reader to be upset, I hope they all sound like reasonable reasons to cry. :)

Tate

-Notices you’re upset, so he comes and approaches you slowly

-Understands if you don’t want to talk about it

-Subtly checks your wrists to make sure you haven’t cut yourself

-Comes and rubs your back

-Tries to make some light jokes to see how they land

-If he’s in a particularly goofy mood, he’d come and tickle you to cheer you up

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Tate’s heart races as he runs up the stairs and stands in front of the door to your bedroom. With you still alive, occasionally school days and family trips set you two apart for longer periods of times. After not seeing you for a long weekend, he opens the door to your room, and looks at you laid on the bed, facing the window. He quietly walks in and shuts the door behind him, before creeping you behind you. Then, suddenly, he jumps up on the bed and puts his hands on your tummy, tickling away. You look up at him angrily and push him off you, making him open his mouth in shock.

“Heyyy, I’m sorry, I’m just messing about… just happy to finally see you”, he says happily and leans in for a kiss, but you lean back and look at him. He sits down, genuinely hurt at your reluctance.

“Should I… leave?”, he says quietly, like he’s afraid of the answer. But instead of giving him one, you explain your worries.

“Tate… we got turbulence… really really bad”. He softly takes your hands and kisses your knuckles, slightly calmed down by the fact you’re not mad at him.

“I know it’s scary, but it happens, baby”

“No…no… I thought I might die”, you pull your hands away from him. “Tate, what if I died? Away from the house?”. Your voice gets louder and shakier, and tears fill your eyes. Tate quickly swoops you onto his lap and wraps his hands tightly around you.

“What… is our future? We can’t move out together… we-…”, you are interrupted by Tate shushing you, and holding your face so you look at him.

“Stop worrying so much about the future, I just want to be with you now”, Tate says. Every word that comes out of his mouth drips with sadness and worry, but his eyes look hopeful and… in love.

Kit

-Comes up behind you and softly talks to you, to not scare you

-Stands behind you and wraps his arms around you

-Kisses your cheek or your shoulder

-Wipes or kisses your tears away

-Suggests doing something together like watching a film

-Cuddles you throughout and makes sure you’re watching and not distracted

-Insists you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to

-A few days after you being upset, he would subtly try to talk to you about what you were upset about

-Always up for ways to be a better husband and ways to improve the relationship

---- Taking a step towards the fridge, you slip slightly on the butter you dropped earlier. You manage to hold onto the counter and not fall completely, but groan loudly in annoyance. Today wasn’t your day. You wipe the floor clean and get eggs out of the fridge, and as you take one out of the carton, you are greeted with the sound of the front door opening, and your husband entering. You turn around and he gives you a big warm smile. You manage to return the smile, and you focus on cracking the egg on the edge of the bowl. “Whatchu makin’, Miss Walka?”, he questions.

“Cupcakes, red velvet, your favourite”, you say with a monotone voice. You crack the egg into the bowl and sigh loudly when a part of the shell falls in. Kit walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, and you fish the shell out of the bowl. He kisses your shoulder lovingly, watching you stir the bowl, and lets out a breathy laugh when some of the flour spills out and falls on the floor.

“Lemme get that, clutz”, Kit laughs, and bends down to wipe the floor with a towel. But once he stands back up and goes to kiss your cheek, he notices the tears in your eyes and immediately squeezes you into a tight hug.

“Hey, hey”, he warmly coos, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t know it’d upset you”. Guilt fills your heart when you hear Kit blaming himself.

“It’s not that”, you sniffle into his chest, “I can’t seem to get anything right today”. You look up at the ceiling, refusing to cry over spilled flour. Kit looks down at you with a worried expression and cups your cheek. He kisses your nose and rubs your back, and all the subtle, sweet and loving gestures together make you cry. You quickly push your face against his chest and breathe in his scent, hoping to calm down. Kit doesn’t judge you, instead rests his head against yours and continues to rub your back. You take a deep breath of Kit’s aroma and can’t help but feel safer and protected. A combination of his muscly arms wrapped around you and his manly smell feels like home.

 Kyle

-At first, he’d solely try to cheer you up and hope it’s nothing major

-"Heyyyy, what’s with the tears, hm?”

- Rub your back and ask what’s wrong

-Wouldn’t take “fine”, or “it’s nothing” for an answer

-He’d squat down next to your bed and look at you as you told him

-He’d listen carefully and keep strong eye contact as you told him, to show he’s listening

-Would stroke your cheek as you told him and wipe any tears away

-Would suggest going to a party or going out bowling or doing something fun

- “I don’t want you in your bed rotting away in sadness, let’s go ice-skating”

-But if you wanted to, he would definitely have a movie night

- “Hey since we’re going to watch a whole loada movies anyway, how about Star Wars?... Hey hey no don’t cry”

Franken Kyle

-Would come and sit with you

-Touch your tears and then look at his finger

-He wouldn’t know what’s happening but he’d know it’s bad

-He’s point at your watery eye

-Look at you concerned

----

You sob quietly into your pillow and take deep breathes, trying to calm yourself down. It was the afternoon, and you knew it was soon time to make some dinner for Kyle, and make sure he eats it. You loved him with every inch of your soul, and you didn’t mind taking care of him, but sometimes it felt you were raising him. The pressure of shaping him to be a member of society sometimes got to you too much, but always let it slide. After so long of it rotting inside you, the built-up pressure and guilt overflowed and you couldn’t help but spend a minute crying. You sniffle quietly and soon see the door very slowly open, and Kyle’s blank expression peeking out. You smile at him and quickly sit up, and as he closes the door and walks towards you, you try to wipe all of your tears to not concern him. He looks at your face closely with furrowed and intrigued eyebrows and points at your tear-filled eye. You sniffle and put your hand on his shoulder.

“These are called ‘tears’, Ky”, you gently explain to him. He knew a few words, and though communication wasn’t the biggest issue, it took him a while to get comfortable using new words, and he got frustrated very easily when he got things wrong. Looking at him open his mouth and his dry lips tremble, your heart shattered, knowing that he has so much to say but struggles to express himself. A tear escapes your eye and rolls down your cheek, and you sigh softly. Kyle cups your cheek with his warm hand and looks at you.

“T-Tears…mm…bad”, he grunts, “No…tears”. He wipes your tear with his thumb and puts his arm around you. You melt against his soft skin and can’t help but smile, reassured that you’re doing your job right.

 Jimmy

-He’d focus on cheering you up rather than listening

-He’d keep making jokes to lighten the mood

-He’d just want to see you smile rather than fix the problem

-He would cuddle you though

-And he’d stroke your hair and back

-Might tell you about his day to distract you, or tell you a story

-Subtle compliments

-“You’re too pretty to be upset”

- “What does my princess have to be sad about?”

- “Who upset my little girl? Does somebody need a Jimmy Darling ass-kicking?”

----

The warmth of Jimmy’s hands rubbing your back comforts you, as you push your face against his chest and sniffle into it softly. He pulls the blanket from the end of the bed over both of you and puts his head on top of yours. He gently shushes against your head and you breathe deeply, trying to calm yourself.

“Hey, look at me doll”, he says softly, and looks down at you. You wipe your face against his shirt and look up at him, making him grimace and laugh.

“I know this shirt is white, but I think you’re confusing it with a tissue”.

You can’t help but laugh, looking at the massive wet stain on Jimmy’s chest. Jimmy smiles down at you, finally seeing your beautiful smile, and pulls you back into his chest. He places a tender kiss on the top of your head, knowing that this too, will pass.  

 James

- “Darling, has something upset you?”

-Would not take no for an answer, even if you really didn’t want to talk about it

- “Who’s responsible for your tears? I demand an answer…the person to upset my Queen must pay”

-If you weren’t upset at somebody and just had a bad day, he’d ask to cuddle

- “Physical contact always comforts you; shall we engage in affection?”

-He’d hesitantly stroke your hair as you cried into his chest

-If you explained why you were upset, he would have an intense conversation with you about it

-If you were insecure for example, he would sit you up and look into your eyes and tell you how incredible you are

-Not softly, though

----

James’ eyes wander around the room, desperately searching for the right things to say to try and comfort you, as you gently sniffled against his chest. He holds his hands on your lower back while you straddle him, and he occasionally slides his finger across your cheek and wipes your tears against the bed. The silence of your sadness kills James, and he speaks up.

“I simply do not understand how you could look in the mirror, wearing that dress, and not fall in love”

You sigh softly and close your eyes, knowing you already explained it to him when he walked in on you trying it on, upset in the mirror at how you filled the dress.

“I look terrible, it’s such an important night, such a gorgeous dress, and I’m ruining everything”, you whimper. “I might as well not go at all… just go to Devil’s night tomorrow by yourself. I don’t want to ruin your birthday by you having to show up with me”.

The self-depreciating words about your appearance make James gasp and push you back to face him. He cups your face with both hands and looks you deep in your emerald/ ocean colored/ chocolate/ grey /hazelnut eyes.

“Nonsense darling!”, he says, looking at you with puppy eyes and pleading eyebrows. “I simply must be accompanied to Devil’s night by my beautiful bride”. You exhale softly and look at him, knowing how much this means to James.

“When I first laid my eyes on you, I felt immediate infatuation”, he says softly, hoping to make you melt. “If you had told me that the gorgeous woman blessing my hotel with her presence will one day become Mrs. March, I wouldn’t have believed you, and I would have sent Iris to buy a lottery ticket”.

Although the sweet words made you smile, you found it hard to believe that you landed such an incredible man, and that he was that in love with you.

“Thank you, Jimmy”, you reply, hoping to see James smile. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he frowns. “It breaks my heart to know that you don’t believe me”.

You lean into his hand and close your eyes for a second.

“I’m sorry, my self-esteem is all over the place. I have better and worse days”.

“As we all, darling. But somebody like you shouldn’t question their worth, even on the worst of days”. James places a passionate kiss on your trembling lips, and pulls you into his chest.

 Kai

-He would enjoy seeing you upset, mainly because every weakness is an opportunity for growth

-But also it’d turn him on

-He wouldn’t be soft on you, put his arm around you, or even squat next to you

-He’s sit by you and make you talk yourself out of being upset

-If you learned into to hug him, he’d refuse

-He’d insist that you can resolve this yourself

-He’d tell you that he’s proud of you once you did overcome it

-If you solved the problem or talked yourself out of it, but were still gloomy for the day, then he might be a little softer

-Not physically but he’d give you a few compliments to cheer you up

- “I knew you’d be able to solve this yourself”

----

You sit on the sofa with your head in your hands, looking at the ground. Tears fill your eyes, and your heart feels like it’s shrinking. You blink hard and watch the tears fall to the ground, and sink into the carpet, leaving tiny wet patches. In the silent basement, with your tears splashing and quiet weeps being the only sound, you heard immediately as Kai walked down the stairs, but you didn’t dare to look up at him, knowing that he would never console you. Although you knew Kai very well, and knew that he didn’t really have a soft side, you couldn’t help but feel comforted by his presence, and when he sits down next to you on the couch, you look up at him and put your arms around him. But as usual, he leans away from the hug and holds your wrists. He lays them gently on your lap and looks at you, with slight concern in his eyes.

“What’s the matter?”, he whispers to you.

“I’m worried that you’ll leave me…for somebody better”, you reply, trying to keep your cries at bay, knowing Kai can’t stand sniffling and sobbing.

“Somebody better”, he echoed.

“Somebody w-with views like yours… somebody you could talk to better than you can with me”

“You’re scared I’ll leave you for somebody with views like mine”

“I mean… I know you’re not dating me for my views and they’re n-not that important but…maybe”, you explain yourself. Though Kai wasn’t saying anything new, repeating your sad words to you made you realize how they sounded.

“I know it’s unreasonable”, you continue, “But I’m insecure”. He hums listening to you and shakes his head slowly, watching you wipe your tears. Ever since dating Kai, you always felt like you needed validation from him for everything. Even the way you felt. So, despite him not asking, you go on mumbling about your insecurities.

“I know y-you love me but- ”, you hesitate. You look up at him with your sad pleasing eyes and he gives you a loving and reassuring smile. You look into his eyes and whisper, “no buts”. He smiles wider at you and puts his arm around you.

“I knew there was no reason for me to intervene”, he says softly and cups your cheek. “You talked yourself out of it, all by yourself”. He rubs your tears with his thumb and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. Perhaps Divine Ruler did have a soft side after all.

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