#i was chilling with my new friend on a beanbag in class when i got a notification from yt

[mx-misty-eyed]

I really hope mcr5 gets released with no previous warning just like foundations. Imagine how fucking funny it would be to wake up and look at your phone to see the album you've waited 10 fucking years for just randomly dropped

#its the only thing that could beat the excitement of foundations #i feel like every mcr fan remembers where they were when foundations dropped #i was chilling with my new friend on a beanbag in class when i got a notification from yt #i literally jumped up and my hands were genuinely shaking and i was like #bro... #bro i think mcr released a new song #anyway #MCR5 IS REAL #mcr5 #my chem #my chemical romance

[palettepainter]

Do you have any headcanons on when Ecto and Higari got together or when they were younger?

Yep! Here are some

-I mentioned in a post with Higari’s family that Higari left for the city at 16 to go on UA’s support course. With him being raised in the country and the family still recovering from the passing of his dad Higari was very nervous and hesitant when he first joined UA. He was the awkward one in class, the outcast, he knew little to nothing about city life, the only thing he did know was his Uncle’s home (I have yet to draw out his uncle but hopefully can soon) where he was staying while studying at UA. I imagine Powerloader probably got bullied a little, being the shy quite kid he got unwanted attention, it never escalated to Higari getting seriously hurt, it was mostly stuff like name calling, throwing paper at him in class, people taking his seat, the worst it ever got was when he started to get pushed over in the hallways. With Higari still being emotional over his dads death lead to him lashing out, which then resulted in him getting in trouble. The bullying didn’t help Higari in classes either, and his anxiety made him forget things more easily, and his grades gradually began to drop. 

-Ectoplasm on the other hand was the total opposite. I have my own headcannon for his parents and I don’t want to spoil too much, but basically his parents where very well off money wise and work in the music industry, hence why Ecto has a love for singing - they weren’t millionaires by any means, but they where well know for their occupations and thus had plenty of money. Because of this Ectoplasm was considered somewhat famous among his classmates, and maaaybe a teenie part of him enjoyed the attention at first. Unlike Higari Ectoplasm had a large social circle and was good at talking with people, though he never really felt like he had a propper close friend. With his parents again being well known and quite wealthy, Ectoplasm was never sure if someone was friends with him because they genuinely wanted to be, or because his family was wealthy. Ectoplasm in reality was also pretty lonely, but he’d accepted that making friends would always be difficult with who his parents where, so sadly, he’d come to accept the fact he may not ever really get a proper friend. He covers up his loneliness by studying, it helps him focus on something, and helps his grades improove - a win win. Ectoplasm didn’t really focus much on making friends during UA..until he meets a ginger haired support course kid in the library

-Their first meeting was very brief: Higari had gone to the library to try and find a book on mechanics and engineering to prepare for the end of year test that was coming up in a few months, if Higari failed to pass he could get booted from the course. Ectoplasm unlike Higari was a high achieving student, and Higari was one of the lowest. Ectoplasm who has finished collecting the books he needs walks past, sees Higari struggling to reach a book (curse his shortness), and so Ecto walks over and picks up the book for him. Higari timidly thanks him, before Ectoplasm nods and then walks away. It was the first real time Higari has actually had any kindness shown to him, so the memory of that day has stuck with him. Ectoplasm didn’t think too much on it, he just helped out, no big deal.

-The two reunite however during an class exercise a few days later, the hero course students would be paired with a student from the support course - the aim of the exercise was for the support course students to design a support item for their hero student they where paired with, and then present it as their final project. Higari was more confident in making things rather then paper tests, so he had a bit of confidence going into the exercise. Right before the pairs have been picked Higari notices Ectoplasm standing with the rest of the hero course students, and how a lot of the people from his class seem to be looking/whispering about him. Higari had never been in the city before and so knew nothing about Ecto’s wealth, he just figured Ecto must have been pretty popular. While the pairs are being picked, Higari hopes he won’t be paired with someone mean...and surprise surprise, he ends up being paired with Ectoplasm. For the rest of the day the students are given time to know their partner, and then discuss ideas for a support course item. Higari recognizes Ecto as the kid from the library a couple of days back but is to shy to bring it up, he probably forgot about him anyway. The two introduce themselves, and thats when Ecto makes the comment on how Higari looked familiar. Higari was a bit flattered he’d been remembered, and it gave him another confidence boost to explain the library meeting the two had. Ectoplasm thinks for a moment, before realizing Higari was the kid he helped out at the library a few days ago. From their things go pretty well, Higari finds it easy to talk to Ecto once he’s found his confidence and Ectoplasm is very patient. Ectoplasm propses the two meet up at lunch time to talk about the project, and Higari can only nod eagerly (he always ate alone at lunch, so the idea of someone wanting him to sit with them made him happy, even if it was jus to discuss a school project)

Higari ends up going home feeling a little better then he did before 

-Days pass and Ectoplasm is surprised at just how quickly Higari was able to design a potential support item for him, maybe even a bit impressed at his speed, While Ectoplasm trained Higari watched, studying his attack style so he could work on an item to help him. It was obvious in the first few days of Higari watching his fighting style that Ecto liked using his legs to attack, and thus Higari designed a support item that would not only protect Ecto’s leg from sustaining damage, but also strength his kicks. Higari first showed him his initial sketches at lunch time, where he ended up going on in a bit of a tangent, for all of two minutes, before he suddenly went quite. Ectoplasm wanted to ask why he’d all of a sudden stopped, he hadn’t lost interest or anything, but Higari, saying he had nothing more to say, hurriedly leaves with a nervous glance over his shoulder to Ecto. The same kind of situation happened three more times, Higari would say something smart and then suddenly pipe down for no reason. On the fourth time it happened Ecto finally asked what was wrong. Higari insists it’s nothing, and Ectoplasm - not believing him - asks again. Higari as a kid is not used to opening up to friends since...well, he didn’t have any. But in the end, he tells Ecto. He admits how some other kids at UA tease him for being so nerdy about engineering, and so he just learnt to keep his mouth shut. If he gave them nothing to tease him over, then they couldn’t pick on him. Better to be quite then bullied he figured. Ectoplasm offers him reassurance, saying he doesn’t mind if Higari rambles, and that he was honestly interested in the project and what Higari had to say if he felt like it was important. Higari may have been a little awe struck, he’d never had anyone aside from family listen to him babble, so Ectoplasm, someone who might as well have been a stranger, telling him it was totally okay for him to nerd out and ramble was new

but oh BOY did he ramble, Ectoplasm may not have understood half of what he was saying, but he listened regardless.

-Their friendship begins to grow from their, Higari feels at ease around Ecto, maybe he gets a little clingy with him but that’s all because Ecto to him was his first friend. Ectoplasm begins to view him less as just a project partner as more as a friend, and in seeing Higari light up about mechanics he too feels happy. Alas neither of the two have the courage to ask the other round for dinner or meet up outside of school - Higari was too shy to ask someone like Ecto, a popular kid, to hang out. And Ectoplasm didn’t want Higari to find out about his parents wealth and then view him differently. So many times Ecto’s ‘friends’ has really just been interested in him because of the money his parents made, and he didn’t want to ruin what he now had with Higari. In the end the universe forced them to hang out - Ecto usually hung around at school even after the day was over, he liked walking home in piece, but on this particular day Ecto didn’t have his umbrella and it was raining. Hard. He rushes home, getting thoroughly soaked in the process and is chilled to the bone by the time he reaches the bus stop. Ten minutes pass, he’s still freezing cold, and then Higari walks past. Higari didn’t even recognize Ecto at first, with how soaking wet and miserable he looked. Ecto brushes off Higari’s worrying when the smaller by notices how Ecto is starting to shiver, and says he’ll be fine when the bus arrives. It took a bit of time for Higari to speak, but after finding his voice he timidly asks if Ecto wants to wait out the rain at his place - it’s not that far from here, and he’d at least be warm. Ectoplasm thanks him for the offer but declines, but quickly agrees when a giant bolt of lightning lit up the sky and the rain fell down harder. Higari leads Ectoplasm back to his Uncles home, where Ectoplasm is practically dripping with water. 

Ecto tries to tell Higari that he’s fine, but Higari is already dragging him inside and throwing a towel over him. Higari’s uncle was a bit surprised when Higari brought a friend back home (he knew Higari struggled with socializing) but was over the moon none the less, he was terrible at hiding how happy he was and quickly made Ecto a hot drink. Ten minutes later Ecto, now slightly warmer then before, is standing in Hiargi’s room with a towel wrapped round his shoulders as Higari tries to dry of Ecto’s school books on his radiator. Higari’s room is small and doesn’t have a lot of stuff aside from the usual bedroom things: bed, cupboard, desk, beanbag and a window. When Higari moved down into the city he didn’t bring all that much stuff to decorate his new room, just stuff like clothes and other personal belongings. The only real decoration themed stuff he had where tiny model cars sitting on his window sill. Higari notices Ecto staring, and apologizes if the model cars are too nerdy. Ectoplasm shakes his head, saying that his dad had a few model cars around his home. The two get to talking, filling the silence with conversation, it was the first conversation the two had that wasn’t school related. Higari opens up a bit about his family and siblings, telling Ecto a bunch of stories from his home back in the country while Ecto eagerly listens. Ecto was and still is a single child so never had any sibling issues growing up, never had to share anything, or fight over the TV, so he found Higari’s stories interesting. Higari felt bad for just talking about himself so he eventually asked Ecto about his family. Ecto still didn’t want to tell Higari that his parents where pretty well know, so instead said that it was just him, his mum and dad - which wasn’t a lie. After Ecto had dried off and warmed up, he hurried on home, Higari insisting he take his umbrella, he could just return it at school tomorrow. 

Ectoplasm leaves with a big smile on his face.

-Higari eventually found out about Ecto’s parents half way through their project. Ecto had started going round HIgari’s after school so the two could discuss the support item’s design and how it could be made. Ecto’s parents noticed the change in their sons behaviour, how he’d always seem more happy after returning how from this mysterious friends house. After Ecto returned home after being soaked with rain he explained to his slightly worried parents where he’d been. His parents decided that it might be time for Ecto to introduce this Higari friend of his, so they plan to invite him round for dinner - despite how Ecto felt nervous about the idea. Higari was very flustered when Ecto asked him round for dinner, at this point Higari was maybe starting to get a little smitten for Ecto, but he fiercely denied it. Higari enthusiastically accepts after his shock, and spends the rest of the day trying to prepare his most smartest outfit. The next day after school he goes round to Ecto’s home, where his parents greet him. Ecto’s parents, more so his dad, was very nosing in the teasing sense with Ecto so was very eager to meet this new friend Ecto seemed so happy about. Ecto hoped Higari wouldn’t comment on how posh everything looked, but he noticed. Higari felt a little out of place in such a fancy looking home, and even commented on how fancy everything looked. The truth comes out at dinner, where Higari comments on all the framed music posters Ecto had around the home, to which his parents then admit that the family has always been big in the music industry. Ecto at this point is half sinking in his chair because NOW his parents have moved on to tell childhood stories from when he was little, that Higari eagerly listened too. At the end of the meal and after Higari goes home Ecto sulks to his room, ignoring his parents who ask whats wrong. Ecto is hesitant to approach Higari, knowing that he’ll just ask a lot of questions all about his parents and their music careers. Higari notices how Ecto is avoiding him, and is worried maybe he did something wrong. One day he manages to catch Ecto just before he leaves the lunch hall, the two are alone in the hallway and Higari shyly asks why he’s been avoiding him - where Ecto then snaps.

He knows his parents are cool, he knows having rich parents is cool, he knows that Higari is going to ask so many questions about them, he knows Higari is going to ask if Ecto could get them an autograph. Everyone always asked about his prefect parents, and he was so tired of it! 

After Ecto has vented out his frustrations he sighs and turns to leave, but before he can Higari quickly rushes infront of him. Higari says he doesn’t care if Ecto’s parents are rich, he likes spending time with him because he enjoyed his company, no other reason. Higari hadn’t even heard of the music his parents made until they named some during dinner. Ecto raises a brow, still suspicious but still desperately wanting to believe Higari. Higari begins to panic, not sure what to do, in the end he does the first thing that comes to his mind and asks Ecto to meet him after school tomorrow. Before Ecto can ask why Higari has already rushed off, leaving Ecto very confused.

-One day later after school and Ecto and Higari are standing outside Ecto’s favourite karaoke place. Ecto asks how Higari knew this was his favorite place, and Higari shyly admits he remembered Ecto mentioning it once. Ecto blinks down at hi, he remembered? The two are pretty awkward when they first enter the karaoke room together, unable to make eye contact. Higari insists Ecto pick the first song, not like he knew anything about music anyway. Ecto is a bit shy at first, he’d never sang to anyone other then his parents, but Higari is patient as Ecto looks through the different songs. After finding one of his favorite songs and listening to the first few lyrics Ecto eventually found his voice and started singing. He wasn’t sure when he’d started dancing but when the song finished he was no longer sitting - Higari stares wide eyed, and Ecto feels blush come to his face. When Higari starts clapping his hands Ecto hurries back to his seat, but manages to stutter a flattered thank you. The end up having a blast, Ecto even got Higari to sing a little (they may have danced a bit more too). By the time the two head home it’s dark, but they exchange numbers and head home, Ecto realizing that Higari is in fact, a true friend.

-As for when they got together, it took them ages to finally become a thing. Higari was the first to develop a crush and Ecto despite being smart was a total oblivious idiot to Higari’s affections. The two finish their end of year project with a pass, Higari getting a high grade for the support item he designed and, thanks to Ecto, got a high enough mark on his paper test to pass. When they graduate the two temporarily move into an apartment together, but soon Ecto’s hero career picks up and he eventually moves out - Higari was sad he had to go but didn’t want to hold him back, they talked when they could with both having busy careers, it was only after Ecto suffered the loss of his legs did their relationship begin. Higari was one of the first people aside from his parents that got to see Ecto in the hospital. Higari is prepared for Ecto to vent, to yell..he’s not prepared when Ecto just grabs him into a hug and cries. Higari is there to comfort him and support him through recovery. With Ecto needing assistant he moves back in with Higari in his apartment when he’s discharged from the hospital - Higari is there to witness the sadness, the anger, the self hatred, and he’s there to offer a shoulder to cry on when Ecto needs an outlet. One day Ecto tells Higari he’s thinking about retiring from being a hero, with his leg gone there wasn’t much he could do, and the prosthetics he’d been shown at the hospital weren’t build for combat. It crushes Higari seeing Ecto look so defeated and miserable, so much that he pulls out the old school project designs he made, and redesigns them into combat suitable prostethics. Higari spent many days at his work desk perfecting the design, making sure they where perfect. He’d been with Ecto through his physical therapy and rehab, he knew Ecto’s fighting style better then anyone else, and finally finishes. When he presents the  prosthetics to his doctors and after they’ve been approved as safe they allow Ecto to try them out. They’re a bit hard to get used too, as he’s gotten used to the other prosthetics the hospital gave him. He’s a bit wobbly, and fell over a few times in the beginning. But after trying training again, something he hadn’t done since his injury, they work like a charm. Seeing Ecto happy for the first time in ages makes Higari smile, he’s so busy praising Ecto that once again is caught off guard when Ecto pulls him into a tight hug, thanking him over and over - Higari hugged back, some happy tears may have been shed 

-After Ecto has his new prosthetics Ecto buys a bigger house for the two to live in, mostly so that if his prosthetics for some reason broke, Higari would be able to fix them quickest. But it was also becasue Ecto was starting to get a little crush on his old school friend. I’m not really sure how they two would announce they’re dating, it just sorta...happened. They where both shy and a little awkward at first when it came to kissing, but they’ve got the hang of it now!

Some other small notes~~

-Ecto wanting to become a hero was at first a sort of rebellion thing. He got tired of friends always asking about his parents and their career, so when it came to choosing a course he picked the hero course, not wanting to be apart of his parents music career. Jokes on him cuz in the end Ecto ended up liking the idea of helping other people by being a hero, and his parents where supportive 

-When Ectoplasm told his parents he and Higari where dating his parents admitted that they thought Higari and Ecto had been dating since their time at UA. And despite Higari’s worries Ecto’s parents like him

-I’ll draw his dad out eventually but Ecto’s dad spoiled the crap out of Ecto. Both Higari and Ecto had fun loving dads while their mothers where more serious. Ecto’s dad was ready and prepared for when Ecto brought a girl or boy home, he’s got a tone of baby photos of Ecto and he’s ready to embarrass him (which he did when Higari came over years later, Higari was very amused)

-With Ecto and Higari both being teachers at UA and not wanting to draw villains attention, they had a small private wedding with some close work/school friends and their parents. The real celebration began when Ecto, Higari and their friends from UA all went out to karaoke to celebrate. Everyone got drunk

#Ectoloader #Ectoplasm #Powerloader #Headcannons

[kaiunkaiku]

Do I have requests in my inbox? Yes. Did I write this instead? Also yes. In my defense this was like 95% done because I actually wrote this in 2016 right when the dorms were introduced but then I just never published it lmao.

Fandom: BNHA

Summary: "His whole body aches with ghosts of healed bruises and scrapes, reminding him of how easy he actually got away while the heroes got beaten and slain and half of them are still lying in the ICU and it’s all his fault for getting kidnapped, for being so careless even when they were under an attack and for being so goddamn weak that he couldn’t even get himself out of there and his hands won’t stop shaking."

Warnings: Nightmares, panic attacks, vomiting, the usual post Hideout Raid arc KiriBaku shenanigans

Ao3

Enjoy!

Katsuki jolts awake with sparks at his fingertips, whole body dripping cold sweat onto his clean sheets. His black tank top clings to his back and chest, rustling lightly to the rhythm of his harsh breaths he's desperately fighting for. He looks around in a frenzied panic and for a moment he has no fucking idea where he is, because even though the room seems theoretically familiar with the posters, color scheme and sheets, it's not his room because there are things in weird places. The door is supposed to be ways to the left, his windows are smaller and he doesn't even have a desk like that – Until his brain catches up with reality and he realizes that this, in fact, is his room and that he actually does have a desk like that.

Because he's currently living in a dorm because he was kidnapped by the guys who went on and beat heroes after heroes and sent them to the hospital and All Might was defeated and Katsuki clenches his fists to stop them from shaking. His eyes start to slip closed but behind his eyelids is a den of villains, oceans of blood and cities of dead people, civilians and heroes alike, and Shigaraki Tomura's eerie voice whispering in his ears; become a villain, join us, how about that, you'd be great, you like winning too, huh?

A shiver travels up his spine and he forces his eyes open as he pulls his knees closer to his chest. His hands are still shaking and he can't seem to stop it, just like he can't seem to get his breathing in check. The nightmares blend together with the recent events and make a nest at the back of his mind and refuse to leave him alone. The darkness of the room feels oppressive, almost, and he reaches for the lamp on the nightstand before realizing that his lamp broke while being transported and thus he does not currently have a lamp.

The room feels cold and Katsuki shivers again. His whole body aches with ghosts of healed bruises and scrapes, reminding him of how easy he actually got away while the heroes got beaten and slain and half of them are still lying in the ICU and it’s all his fault for getting kidnapped, for being so careless even when they were under an attack and for being so goddamn weak that he couldn’t even get himself out of there and his hands won’t stop shaking.

He draws in a breath. It’s as shaky as his hands and noticeably difficult and he takes another one, and another after that and it doesn’t get significantly easier. In theory, he knows that he’s probably having some sort of a panic attack, but the knowledge does nothing to help him – on the contrary, knowing what’s happening sends his thoughts into a new spiral of calm the fuck down and start breathing you fucking idiot and fucking hell if I can’t even control my own body. His hands feel numb, his face feels numb and his skin is crawling and he feels like he might throw up. His chest feels hollow and cold, his ears are ringing and there’s Shigaraki’s voice again, black liquid crawling up his throat and swallowing him up and Katsuki scrambles up and makes a dash for the bathroom door. He doesn't even bother to turn the lights on, doesn't have the luxury of time to hit the switch before he's hacking up the measly contents of his stomach. He hasn't eaten properly in a few days, hasn't really had the appetite to eat anything.

When the nausea finally passes after a good five minutes of dry heaving, Katsuki is drenched in sweat and his hands are still shaking. He still can't breathe properly and he feels lightheaded. Rationally, he knows he has to get himself to calm down, but actually doing it is a completely different thing. He tries to think about anything else, but his head keeps repeating and going through the events of that god-awful night. Eventually though, his mind provides him with an image of Kirishima reaching out to him, Kirishima with his ridiculous spiky red hair and sharp teeth calling for him, and Bakugou remembers a blast and then Kirishima’s hand was holding his. Kirishima's hand was warm and felt like safety and at that moment Katsuki didn't give a single fuck about Deku or anyone else.

There are sparks at the tips of his fingers again. He notices them a second too late, and one triggers an explosion in his sweaty, shaking hands and he’s back in the loop with Shigaraki’s voice floating around his head.

 XxX

Eijirou wakes up to the sound of an explosion. It takes a few disoriented seconds for him to realize where he is, and then he's out of the door. At his left Shouji stumbles into the dark hallway as well, looking exactly like Eijirou would expect anyone to look at what-the-fuck AM. He himself doesn't probably look any better.

It's obvious that the sound came from Bakugou's room. They both stay quiet for a short while, listening for signs of a struggle or a fight, but the hallway stays silent. The boys share a confused look, with no small amount of concern mixed in, because if they both heard the explosion then it was not a dream and there's something wrong with Bakugou. Not that Eijirou hadn't noticed something off before, but this is a surefire testament to wrong, loud and clear.

"I'll go check on him," Eijirou says quietly, glancing at Bakugou's door. Shouji nods and retreats back to his own room. By now, the whole class has pretty much understood how the main aspects of Bakugou's personality work – question his pride, ask if he needs help and be explodo-killed. Eijirou seems to be an exception to this, though, so it's an easy decision.

Eijirou watches as Shouji's door closes and takes a deep breath. Bakugou hasn't told him much about... that, though Eijirou suspects he knows more than anyone else. Sure, the police and the professional heroes know the cold, hard facts, but Eijirou knows Bakugou's personal perspective. Not everything, not even close, and he's not about to force anything out of his friend, but there's one sentence, though downplayed from what Eijirou could conclude from a shaky voice and gritted teeth, that chills him right down to his core.

 XxX

It's been two days since they rescued Bakugou. It's been two days since Japan lost its symbol of peace. Bakugou is under strict orders from the police not to leave the house under any and all circumstances, so when neither one of them is being interviewed by the authorities and Eijirou’s parents aren't demanding their son home, Eijirou has taken to spending time at Bakugou's. He's learnt to read the other boy well enough to realize that being alone isn't the ideal state right now, even if Bakugou would never say it out loud.

Eijirou fills the silence with pointless chatter. Though there is music playing, it feels important not to let Bakugou forget that he isn't alone, so he talks about TV shows, games, comics and gossip, never mentioning heroes or school or God forbid news. It works between them just fine. Bakugou isn't really talkative, not to mention that he's tired thanks to the crowding, endlessly curious officers that won't stop asking the same damn questions, thanks to being treated by Recovery Girl and thanks to the nightmares, so he lets Eijirou handle the talking and settles for reacting to stories and grunting answers to questions.

It's been two days and Bakugou has persistently refused to meet any kind of a shrink both the police officers and the doctors have recommended. It's been two days and Eijirou knows about the nightmares even though he hasn't been explicitly told, and he's worried about his friend. So it's been two days when Eijirou finally asks the question.

"Are you okay?" he asks in between two silences, voice soft in order to not freak Bakugou out. Bakugou tenses up, shoulders rising to his ears, fingers and toes curling up.

"Perfect," he mutters through gritted teeth, after a slightly-too-long moment of hesitation. He's lying, obviously, and Eijirou, perhaps against his better judgement, decides to push one step further.

"Do you... wanna, you know, talk about it?" And it's that single question that sends Bakugou teetering over the edge. He scrambles up from his bed and right to his feet, stance defensive before he's even standing.

"The fuck do you wanna know?" he snarls, voice threatening, but there's a shaky undertone. He waits for a blink, eyes wide, and then he loses all sense of an inside voice. "THE FUCK DO YOU WANNA KNOW? WANNA KNOW WHAT THEY DID? WHAT THEY SAID? HOW I FELT WHEN EVERYTHING WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FINE AND THEN WENT TO ABSOLUTE FUCKING HELL? FUCK YOU, FUCK YOUR QUESTIONS, FUCK ALL OF THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT!" Bakugou stops screaming, panting. His shoulders hunch, but he regains his stance the second Eijirou moves to stand up from the beanbag he's been nested in. "What do you people want?" Bakugou then asks, exhaustion setting in.

Eijirou takes a step forward, keeping his hands in front of him. Bakugou looks ready to fight.

"Just what you're ready to tell me. That's all I wanna know, okay? Nothing more." Eijirou keeps his voice steady as he takes another step forward. Bakugou stares at him and lets his shoulders down again, and then he drops his whole weight back onto the edge of his bed. He squeezes his eyes shut and drops his head, too, as his nails dig into the mattress. Eijirou crosses the distance between them in two steps and settles next to his friend.

"I was scared," Bakugou whispers, voice shaking and breath hitching and he sounds so angry at himself. "I was so goddamn scared." And Eijirou knows he was probably terrified out of his mind, but it doesn't matter. What matters right now is that Bakugou is squeezing his hand for dear life, and Eijirou has no intention of letting go.

 XxX

Eijirou stands in front of Bakugou's door for a moment, hearing Bakugou tell him "I was scared" over and over again and he wants nothing more than to keep Bakugou in his arms forever and ever and protect him from everyone and everything. He takes a deep breath and knocks.

"Bakugou? It's Kirishima," he says. There's a distinct possibility that Bakugou has absolutely no intention of opening the door, but Eijirou hopes that maybe, just maybe it's different with him.

Footsteps approaching the door tell him that he's right. He takes a step back and waits as the boy on the other side fumbles with the knob. Eijirou briefly thinks that maybe he should have pulled on a shirt or something, but then again he's been out of bed for less than a minute and he doesn't really care, and he's pretty sure Bakugou doesn't either.

Finally the door is yanked open. Bakugou is wearing shorts and a tank top, and he looks awful. He's shaking all over, face pale and eyes rimmed red even in the darkness. He's not breathing properly.

Eijirou surges in and closes the door behind him because this is a sign of trust, might be the biggest indication of trust he has ever been given, and he is not about to ruin it by gaping openly at his friend, let alone keeping the door open for the whole world to see, even if it’s in the middle of the night and there's no one to see – no one even awake, besides them.

(He hopes, at least.)

Bakugou's room is just as dark as everything else in the building. Bakugou himself stands in the middle of it, fighting for every short breath he takes and shaking like a leaf in a storm. Eijirou stops on his tracks and tries to look as non-threatening as possible, because Bakugou, in addition to looking absolutely miserable, also looks like just about anything could throw him over the metaphorical edge of his sanity and plunging right into the cold embrace of his fight-or-flight response, and Eijirou seriously doubts Bakugou has a flight option even programmed into his brain.

"Bakugou, I'm gonna turn on the lights, okay?" Eijirou says as he fumbles for the light switch without turning his back to Bakugou. Handling him is kind of like defusing a bomb, Eijirou thinks. Bakugou  flinches when the lights flicker to life, and now Eijirou can see how pale his friend really looks, how his shirt clings to his chest with sweat. There's a terrified look in his eyes, but he stays still as Eijirou walks to him slowly.

"What happened?"

 XxX

"What happened?" Kirishima asks. His voice sounds soft and like he really, truly wants to help, and it takes all of Katsuki’s self-control to not reduce himself into a sobbing mess. He doesn't  do  that.

Katsuki is still getting dizzier by the minute, because he still can't breathe and his hands are still shaking and he still feels like if he closed his eyes he would be back there. He feels something brush the back of his hand and then Kirishima is standing in front of him, silently asking for permission to take his hand. Katsuki complies, reaching for Kirishima's hand, and then Kirishima intertwines their fingers and Katsuki finally finds it in himself to shake his head to the still lingering question. Kirishima seems to get this, because he changes his approach.

"What's wrong, then?"

"Can't breathe," Katsuki chokes. He feels like he's drowning, has felt like he was drowning since the minute he woke up and he has no idea how long it has been. The room is swaying, or maybe that's just him, but Kirishima's hand holding his is anchoring him to the present and that's probably good, he thinks.

"Okay, we're gonna take care of that first. I count and you breathe, yeah?" Katsuki nods and the next thing he knows, Kirishima has maneuvered both of them to the floor. Kirishima counts in intervals of five, emphasizing the numbers with first Katsuki’s fingers, then his own and then Katsuki’s again, and not once does he let go of Katsuki’s hand.

In minutes, Katsuki finds himself breathing easier. The tremors traveling up and down his spine and limbs slowly come to a stop. Kirishima is endlessly patient, rubbing Katsuki’s knuckles with his thumb and keeping up the count until Katsuki can do it himself. Kirishima's voice distracts him from the ringing of his ears, and the light chases away the eerie whispers throwing themselves around in his head. He's tired, exhausted, and he finally lets his eyes slide shut as he rests his head on Kirishima's bare shoulder.

"You okay now?" Kirishima's voice wafts softly to Katsuki’s ears. He nods slowly, hesitant, but in the end maybe he is, now that he can breathe again and doesn't see blood and death when he closes his eyes.

"That's good," Kirishima sighs, sounding relieved. "So, uh..." He starts drawing circles on Katsuki’s back. Katsuki lets him. "What happened?"

Katsuki tenses up at the question; his heart skips a beat and he stops breathing for a second. He can't. He can't, he can't go over this again, not right now, not when he's still scared as fuck and it's so stupid, he's supposed to be a hero-in-training and here he is, helplessly clinging to a friend because of a nightmare. And Kirishima is so fucking understanding and so fucking emphatic and –

"Just what you're ready to tell, yeah? Just what you're ready to tell."

– so fucking comforting.

"Nothing," he growls in response, because Kirishima can be anything he likes but he's still not going to start talking about his feelings. "Absolutely fucking nothing."

 XxX

Absolutely fucking nothing, my ass, Eijirou thinks. Bakugou is still sweating, and it doesn't take a genius to put the puzzle pieces together – Bakugou was obviously having something akin to a panic attack when he came in, and Eijirou knows about the nightmares. He doesn't want to force anything, doesn't want to pressure his friend to go through whatever-the-hell happened in his head again, but Bakugou's lie is so painfully obvious that he can't just leave it at that.

"I heard an explosion. Shouji heard it too," Eijirou tells, pulling away from Bakugou so he can see his face. Bakugou isn't looking at him.

"It's stupid," he mutters. "Forget it."

Eijirou takes a deep breath and prepares for the shitstorm his next comment is bound to cause. He doesn’t know when he became such a goddamn masochist.

"It's not stupid if it makes you upset." The moment the words leave his lips he realizes how incredibly cliché he sounds. Bakugou's face scrunches up and he lets go of Eijirou’s hand as if the contact suddenly burned.  

"It is," Bakugou hisses back and stands up. "It fucking is because I'm supposed to be in control of my fucking quirk and then I have a fucking nightmare, a bad fucking dream and I'm exploding all over the fucking place like a fucking pre-schooler and I am so fucking tired of things not going how they should go!" Bakugou is rambling now, pacing, with his hands nervously messing his hair up further. Eijirou doesn't try to stop him, because at least he's talking now.

Bakugou is a perfectionist by nature, Eijirou knows. He's scary smart, too, and not just by his grades – he makes calculations and constructs scenarios in his head even if his actions don't always look like it, so he can't be too accustomed to things sliding out of control as badly as they did at the training camp, let alone during the rescue operation. Eijirou also knows that Bakugou has been praised as a genius his whole life, so the expectations must be huge. Even overwhelming, at times like this, no matter how he appears outside.

And now he's allowing Eijirou to see past his shell.

Eijirou gets up, too. He has no idea of the time, doesn't know how long he has been awake or how many hours he still has left until morning, but the relevance of time has figuratively flown out of the window by now. He crosses the distance between the two of them. Bakugou is still pacing, looking like stopping isn't an option anymore, but Eijirou reaches for his hand anyway.

He's fully expecting Bakugou to bat his hand away, so his surprise nearly sends him reeling back when Bakugou comes to a stop and actually lets him take his hand. Eijirou gives a tentative tug, soft and barely there and he’s not really expecting it to do anything, but Bakugou practically collapses right into him. His head falls on Eijirou’s shoulder again, forehead on bare skin and soft hair tickling Eijirou’s ear and cheek. There’s a shuddering inhale and a huff of hot air, and for a moment Eijirou forgets how to speak. How to move. How to think.

It suddenly occurs to him that he’s pretty much naked, in the middle of the night, in Bakugou Katsuki’s room. He doesn’t know what they are, exactly, but he does know that he’s wanted to kiss Bakugou for a while now (his original plan concerning his personal life, when starting high school, was to kiss as many cute guys who were also interested in kissing guys he could find. That plan hasn’t existed since late April. He really hopes Bakugou is interested in kissing guys). This is a terrible and very inappropriate train of thought right now. He’s holding Bakugou’s hand. He’s holding Bakugou’s hand.

Mentally shaking himself, Eijirou brings his free hand, the one that’s not holding Bakugou’s hand between them, to the back of Bakugou’s head. Bakugou’s shaking fist clenches on his shoulder.

“You’re okay,” Eijirou whispers to somewhere between Bakugou’s hair and the still air of the room. Shifts his head so he can repeat the words into Bakugou’s hair. It’s ridiculously soft.

Somehow, at some point, they end up sitting on the edge of Bakugou’s bed next to each other. Bakugou has calmed down significantly, but the panic definitely left with a price – he’s starting to look like he’s going to crash any minute now. It’s like he barely has the strength to keep his head up, and even that’s propped on his hands, which in turn are supported by his knees.

Eijirou watches him for a moment, one he could measure if time had any meaning right now, and wonders if he should start heading back to his own room. He doesn’t know if he wants to leave Bakugou alone, though.

“Do you wanna go back to sleep?” he asks eventually; quietly.

Bakugou heaves a sigh. “Fuck no,” he says, tone exhausted, and presses his knuckles to his eyes.

“Okay. You want me to sit with you for a while?”

Bakugou turns to look at him.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Yeah, okay.”

And if Bakugou's hand finds its way back to his, well. No one needs to know.

#kiribaku #bakushima #fanfiction #boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha fanfiction #my writing

[viltrumitesuperboy]

Not Dating (Michael Mell x Male Reader)

This took forever because I forgot about it. Not that many followers of mine are into BMC seeing as I’ve accidentally become a Marvel acc, but I hope you can enjoy it anyway.

Squip group includes Jeremy, Michael, Christine, Brooke, Jenna, Jake, and Rich. No Chloe cause I don’t like sexual assault in my household.

Word count: 1299

Requested by: anon

Heyoooo (: would you mind writing something for Michael Mell (Be More Chill) and the popular jock kinda guy? Like, captain of the football team, supposedly dating the head cheerleader (who, in reality, is just his best friend and is actually really nice). Maybe Michaels starting to feel some feelings and Jeremy is like "dude!!! We're losers!!! He won't even know ur name!" Be ofc they end up together... thanks in advance (: 

"Jordan!"

You ran up to your best friend from behind, hugging him around the shoulders as he laughed.

"How is the best cheerleader in the world doing?" you asked, letting go and putting your arm around his shoulders.

"I don't know. You'd have to ask Kayla," Jordan responded, gesturing to Kayla in front of him.

"Stop it, you're the head cheerleader for a reason," she chuckled.

"Well, I am doing great. We've chosen our new team members for tryouts, and I got to torture a freshman. For good reason. He's going to hate me but he's got potential," you informed them.

"Oh, we have some new people too. You remember the whole Squip thing last year? Two of the victims, Jenna and Brooke, are actually really amazing and we think they're going to be great additions. Jenna's plus size and so is a freshman we're considering, but we're working on diversity anyway. I mean, they have me," Jordan said.

"Being a boy and the head cheerleader can't be THAT bad, can it?"

Jordan grabbed you by the front of your shirt with a strength he got only from his years of training and faced you.

"We live in a sexist and misogynistic society. Look me straight in the eye and tell me that one more time," Jordan threatened.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you," you mumbled, and he let you go.

He gave you a grin and kissed your cheek, running off with Kayla to their class together. You chuckled to yourself and turned the corner, just catching the eyes of Michael Mell and his best friend Jeremy, who was the source of the Squip issue. You couldn't judge him for how he felt, so you were indifferent to his reputation. Michael, on the other hand, was probably one of the biggest geeks in the entire school. And he was attractive as hell.

You wanted to date him.

You quickly turned into your class without sparing them another glance or saying a word to them. They seemed to be having an important conversation.

"Jeremy, I think I have a crush."

"You what? On who? Can I help?" Jeremy excitedly responded.

"I don't think so. The only reason you're dating Christine right now is that you almost destroyed the whole school and possibly the world, so I think I'm fine."

Jeremy punched him in the arm and they both laughed. They reached their lockers were Christine was waiting.

"Jeremy! Don't forget about our date on Friday," she said, leaning on her tip toes to kiss his cheek.

"You did just text me that this morning, and I haven't forgotten," Jeremy laughed. "Hey, any dating advice for Michael?"

"Compliment them, what you're wearing never matters, offer them food, ask to hang out, and just be the weirdo that you are!" she listed off quickly. "My class is across the school, see you later!"

She ran off at lightning speed, fast enough that no teacher could tell her to stop in time.

"Uh... I guess that's helpful," Michael mumbled.

"So who is it?" Jeremy urged, nudging his arm and grabbing his books. "We don't really know that many people personally, so it's someone you don't really know, right?"

"It's the captain of the football team," Michael blurted out. "He likes boys! But he's taken. By the head of the cheerleading team, which means he has high standards and that doesn't include me!"

Jeremy stared at him in shock and Michael leaned his head on his locker door, groaning at the metal.

"(Y/N)? A popular kid? A jock? That's more out of our league than Christine. But at least we know he likes boys. And you can try to be his friend! Don't forget, you gotta listen to your own voice. Advice is just a small part of the whole. You're a geek, use that to your ability," Jeremy said.

Just then, you walked past the two with the head of the cheerleading team giving you a kiss on the cheek and running off with his fellow cheerleader. Michael and Jeremy stared as you turned the corner and met their eyes for just a second.

"Well he saw us, and not past us, so that's something, right?" Jeremy said excitedly.

"Let's just go to class," Michael sighed.

You ended up bumping into Michael at a local grocery store that weekend. You told him you were getting groceries to bring home. He was really flustered, but admitted that he rarely ever came out and was grabbing snacks and drinks for his friends who were going to his place later that day. You of course, with your crush on him, asked if you could join since neither of you seemed to live too far away from each other. He said yes and you exchanged numbers so he could send you his address.

"Hey, you can invite your boyfriend if you want," Michael said, just as you were about to part ways.

"Uh... who?" you asked, tilting your head in confusion.

"Jordan? Aren't you guys dating?" he responded.

"No, he's my best friend!" you laughed. "I can invite him if he's not busy though. I'm sure he'll like you and your friends."

Michael blushed in embarrassment and laughed awkwardly.

"Oh, my bad. I'll see you later!"

You waved and walked home with the groceries. After texting Michael and Jordan, you left a note that you were going to a friend's place for a little bit. You walked to his house (which you mentally recognised the route to) and soon found yourself in a well-lit basement with a group of people you didn't really know well.

"Jordan should be here any minute," you murmured to Michael.

"Well, I'll introduce myself!" Christine exclaimed. "I'm Christine!"

"I know your names. We all went to the same middle school," you chuckled, dropping into a beanbag chair next to Michael.

"It's good that you remember," Michael said. "Nice to know that we aren't forgotten."

The doorbell rang and he moved to grab it. He told you to begin choosing a movie and setting up any video games they wanted to play. Almost instantly Christine and Jake were next to you.

"It seems that our new friend has a crush, even if it's not someone popular," Jake pretended to ponder.

"And I know a lovesick look when I see it! Because Jeremy over there always gave me one," Christine said.

"Hey!" Jeremy shouted in response.

Christine skipped over to him and Jake moved away in his crutches as Jordan and Michael made an appearance.

"Oh my god, I love Apocalypse of the Damned!" he gasped, instantly running to the group near the TV and finding an empty spot.

He seemed to fit in very easily. You motioned Michael to join, and he turned off one side of the lights so it would be easier to see the screen before taking a seat next to you. The entire night was filled with awkward smiles and glances in the other's direction. Halfway through the movie your hand was in Michael's whenever it got the smallest bit emotional. Just as you were all leaving, Jordan turned and shoved you right back through the door and closed it.

"Figure our your feelings, losers!" Jake shouted, followed by laughter.

You turned to face Michael, definitely full-face blushing.

"I'm sure he's joking," Michael awkwardly chuckled.

"I mean, I don't think I would be," you mumbled, finding your feet interesting.

"Are you... saying that you like me?" Michael asked.

"Yes? I mean, you might be a nerd but you’re cool and I’ve liked you for years,” you said. “I wanna ask you out on a date. Can I ask you out on a date?”

Michael laughed and opened the door for you to go.

“Yes.”

#x male reader #male reader #x male!reader #michael mell x male reader #michael mell x reader #michael mell x male!reader #michael mell imagine

[himbohargreeves]

i wanna know more abt this school au like what do the others do??? obvs luther is ep vanya would be music or english five is physics and ben is??????? the one biology teacher who went on sick leave a while ago and everybody misses???

I’ve been thinking about this all night so get ready

Luther: English teacher and massive teddy bear. He runs an after school creative writing club (my thing is that they all do extra curricular stuff and that’s how they all ended up bonding with each other because it’s a lot more chilled out). He’s so fucking big and so fucking friendly the kids all love him and he tends to be the one that they’ll come to if they’re being bullied because A) he’s full of love and B) if a fuckin 7 foot brick shithouse of a man is watching your back, chances are you’re not gonna get bullied anymore. 

Diego: He’s not a teacher but he comes in to run boxing/martial arts classes. Originally he had his own independent club that was supposed to be targeted at adults but he ended up having so many of these teenagers showing up to blow off steam that he was like okay why don’t I just come to you instead lmao. He and Vanya are still legit adopted siblings that went through the foster system for a while. They’re a little younger than the others, and both of them used to be students at the school before they started working there. All the kids have just accepted him as their new dad but he still insists he’s not a father figure. 

Patch: Also used to be a student at the school with Vanya and Diego (#childhood sweethearts) and she also isn’t a teacher but comes in with Diego and some days will help run his classes (she helped bring a lot more girls to the club who originally didn’t want to get involved in the testosterone fest), but she also runs her own debate club once a week. 

Allison: Teaches psychology, but her passion is the drama club she runs. All the funding for the drama/arts department was completely slashed a few years ago so now she funds most of it herself. The kids all know her anyway because she was a bit of a child star but was largely forced into it by her parents and once she was old enough she got away from it and fell into teaching, and now she’s fiercely protective of her little drama kids. 

Klaus: He does have an art club but it’s not really a structured thing it’s more just “if you don’t want to go home yet the door’s unlocked and I’m here til 5 you can do what you want” so while some of the kids do come in to work on art projects and stuff there are also others that come in to do homework or just chill out for a while because it’s usually quiet in there. He has paranoid schizophrenia and is pretty upfront about it because a lot of the art he does independently is related to the hallucinations he used to get so he’s kinda unintentionally doing a lot for the mental health stigma at the school too. 

Dave: Newest staff member. He teaches history but has a degree in philosophy which he runs his own class on after school (which is Absolutely because he’s passionate about it and Loves to Teach and Not partly an excuse to stay late so he can offer Klaus a ride home). The kids love him because he’s slightly weird and actually relates to them in like a genuine way rather than being one of those “how do you do fellow kids” type teachers like, he’s just cool and fun. 

Five: That Kid that gets on more with the teachers than the other students (though I haven’t decided yet whether Delores should be an actual person in this and is his One Friend or if she’s still imaginary). His parents are workaholics who don’t make any time for him at all so rather than sit at home on his own he stays at school for as long as they’ll let him to get that sweet sweet validation of being told he’s doing a good job. When he was in his first year he used to just sit in Klaus’ art room after school until he went home, until one day Klaus pointed out to him that students can run their own clubs. So now he runs math club on mondays, homework club on tuesdays, physics club on wednesdays, sits in on Dave’s philosophy class on thursdays, and Patch’s debate club on fridays. Busy legend. 

Ben: Runs the school library. It used to be run by Pogo and was hardly ever used but he retired a couple years ago and Ben completely turned it around, painted all the walls, got comfy beanbags, a wifi connection, and he lets people eat snacks in there even though the principle (guess who) still insists on the big NO FOOD INSIDE sign being hung on the door. He learns all the kids names when they come in, and if they’re checking books out regularly he starts to get an idea of their tastes and starts recommending things for them to read or ordering books in that he thinks they’ll like. He also started a book club last year and sometimes works alongside Luther so the kids can read a book with his club and then write about it with Luther’s. 

Vanya: Music teacher who also offers violin lessons and runs the school orchestra. She’s a lot younger than the other staff and they all feel a little protective of her, but in reality out of all the teachers she’s probably the one that will take the least shit from the kids. She’s still soft though and really passionate about what she teaches, and she manages to teach even the most musically inept how to play a decent tune on a piano. She works together with Allison a lot and although she can’t afford to put as much financially into the arts program she still volunteers a lot of her time to it. 

Grace: School nurse/lunch lady/part time economics teacher (yay for budget cuts and understaffing) who’s been working at the school for as long as anyone can remember. She worked there while Diego and Vanya were still students and still moms the hell out of them, and everyone else at the school. The kids all joke that she lives there because she’s always there first thing in the morning and is still milling about when the very last students are going home for the day. 

#in conclusion: we stan #tua #mvrgaerytyrell #teacher au

[rmg91]

The Woes and Antics of Living Together-3

THIS CHAPTER! Gaaaahhh!!! It felt like it goes on forever even though it doesn't because I just couldn't get the right words to come out! So, sorry if it seems rough in places I was trying to work through my slight writers block. More slice-of-life like stuff will start next chapter as I attempt to drag this out a little bit rather than just skipping all the way to the Broppy goodness like I want to. (Also we need some of that mutual pining I promised all of you heehee~)

Enjoy.

Previous Chapter/Next Chapter; AO3/FF.net

                                                    ~*~*~*~*~*~

The next day after morning classes found Poppy skipping her way up to Branch's soon to be old building to help him collect his things. The day was bright and sunny, a sure fire sign that it was going to be great and she couldn't wait to have her new roommate all settled in. Humming a cheerful tune, she glanced around the hallway as she found her way to Branch's door and thought the place could really need a new coat of paint and maybe some pictures of puppies and kittens, everyone loved seeing puppies and kittens! Glancing at the slip of paper Branch had hastily wrote his apartment number on, she found the correct door and knocked in tune to her song.

She heard a muffled 'In a minute' and figuring he had all however many extra locks locked up -he could be so paranoid the dork- leaned against the wall with her phone to wait for him. Making a quick post on all her accounts to tell all her wonderful followers about the excitement happening, Poppy started to scroll though her feed to pass the time, swaying in time to her humming. After a few moments a shadow was suddenly looming over her and she glanced up to see a large man standing next to her.

"Well hey there, Girly~ Never seen ya here before." He said, leaning a hand on the wall.

"Hi! I'm Poppy!" She beamed, "I'm just here waiting for my friend."

"Heh, well how 'bout I...entertain ya till this friend shows up, eh?" He leered closer, musty breath fanning into her face, "The backroom of the lobby is nice and cozy."

"Back off, Griff." Branch's familiar growl echoed as he suddenly appeared between Poppy and the man.

"Oh-ho! Why should I? She ya girlfriend?"

Branch sputtered, "What?! No!"

Poppy smiled and placed her hands on Branch's shoulders, "But I am his friend! And his new roommate! I'm here to help him move!"

Griff snorted, "Shackin' up with a girl, huh? Heh, sure she ain't ya girlfriend?"

Branch growled and tried to fight down the blush he felt rushing to his cheeks, "Just leave us alone, alright? I'm moving just like you wanted."

"Che, whatever. Good riddance." Griff then lumbered off down the hall leaving the new roommates alone.

"Bye! Have a good day!" Poppy cried after him.

Huffing, Branch grabbed her arm and dragged her into his apartment, "You do realize he was trying to come onto you, right?"

"Psh, oh please, Branch." Poppy said, flapping her hand in the air, "I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself and would've been fine. And can't you just be nice for once?"

"No."

Heaving a fond sigh and rolling her eyes, Poppy glanced around the fairly barren apartment, seeing nothing but a few boxes and an old mattress, "Oh...wow. This, uh....this all you have?"

"Pretty much." He had to sell whatever secondhand furniture he had to make rent sometime ago.

"Well...At least it'll only take us like one or two trips to get in loaded in my car!" She proclaimed, finding the bright side of things, like always. "Say, what's in here?" She asked suddenly, going to open a lid of a box.

Branch slammed his hand down on the lid, "Nothing important."

"Aww, come on, Branch. Let me see! I promise not to tell if it's embarrassing~"

It was embarrassing but like hell was he going to let her see it was his collection of all the invitations she had given him, "It's just personal stuff, alright?"

"Fiiine." Poppy pouted before glancing at the some of the other boxes, "What's all these?" She grabbed an unopened can of beans and grimaced at the date, "Dude, these are all expired, you know that right?"

"They are not." He tapped the top, "Those are just the purchase by dates, they haven't been open so they're still good. As for what this is all for, is provisions of course. Food, water, medical supplies all in case of an emergency."

Poppy snorted, "What kind of emergency? Zombie Apocalypse?"

"Maybe. You just never know."

Giggling, she placed the can back in the box, "Okay, fine. You can bring your 'Emergency Supplies' but you're going to have to freshen some of the stuff up."

Branch rolled his eyes and grabbed a couple boxes, "You'll be grateful for them when there's a zombie outbreak, just wait."

Poppy merely laughed in response as she lifted some boxes and started taking them out the door.

                                              ~*~*~*~*~*~

It had been easy enough to fit Branch's minimal possessions in Poppy's hot pink Volkswagon Beetle before leaving the decrepit apartment building behind and Branch couldn't help heaving a silent sigh at finally being out of that place. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all? Minus having to keep his feelings in check and to try to not watch every little thing she did with that adorable passion she had and to keep from spouting all the poetic words that wanted to spill out right this very moment for giving him this opportunity and-Nope! Branch growled to himself to stop thinking like that and stared out the window, trying to ignore the way Poppy bopped her head to the music playing on the radio and sang along.

He watched the old, grey and crumbling buildings of his old neighborhood meld into the better part of the city as they drove to Poppy's apartment complex. Bright shops and businesses flew by and Branch made a mental note to work out a new bus system for himself now that he'd be living somewhere new. Soon they turned into a parking lot and parked in front of a cheery, tall white building with sparkling windows and vibrant foliage surrounding it. Branch quietly appreciated it's curb appeal as he got out of the car, this was defiantly a place fitting for the pinkette dancing around the front of the car.

"Ok, so! Do you want to see the place first and then come back for stuff? Or start taking stuff up now?"

"Might as well start taking things. Get this over with."

Poppy gave him an exasperated look as she gently smacked his arm, "Oh, stop acting like this is the end of the world. This is gonna be great!" She weaved around him to go unlock the trunk before grinning wildly and jumping up and down, "Creek! Over here!"

Branch's almost relaxed state vanished as he turned with a scowl to watch the person he disliked most casually walk over. Creek Ophir, who wore bright, eye burning yellow pants, sandals, had the worse combination of teal and green ombre hair and was always spouting something about 'spiritual enlightenment' had been a thorn in Branch's side since middle school. He hadn't even done anything to him, they just never got along and it never did Branch's poor heart any good to see just how happy Poppy became in the presence of the 'guru'.

"Why the hell is he here?"

Unlucky for Branch, Creek had heard that, "Why, I simply came over to help Poppy move in her new roommate of course. No need to be so hostile, Mate." He then smiled at Poppy, "And hello, Poppy."

"Hi~!" She chirped, "And, Branch, chill. This will go faster with three people verses two."

Branch scoffed and reached inside the tiny car to grab the few boxes they fit into the backseat, it wouldn't have taken them that long, he barely had anything! Grumbling to himself and wishing Creek would just disappear, Branch followed Poppy as she skipped up to the building, leading the way into the lobby and to the elevator. A short ride later found them on the sixth floor and Poppy led the way to her apartment.

Dropping the boxes in her hands by the door, the pinkette danced in placed as she rummaged around in her sparkly teal purse for her keys. Laughing in success, she pulled out a keyring full of mostly silly keychains and jiggled them as she unlocked the door. Dropping them back into her purse, Poppy picked the boxes back up and bumped open the door with her hip as she declared brightly, "Ta-dah! Welcome to your new home, Branch!"

Rolling his eyes at her dramatics, Branch followed in after her and took in where he'd be living for an indefinite amount of time. The front door opened into a small foyer overflowing with Poppy's shoes and a cluttered end-table before leading out into the open concept living room and kitchen. The kitchenette was small but not cramped and looked like it had pretty good counter space between the oven and fridge, with a little more on the other side where the sink sat in the island/bar. Branch set his boxes on the table that was butted up against the island and covered in various magazines and colorful binders as he looked at the living room portion.

Cozy and warm were the best way to describe it with it's pale blue couch (overflowing with multi-colored cushions), bright pink armchair (was that a giant stuffed animal peeking over the top?) and beanbags sitting around a scrapbook and glitter covered coffee table. A decently sized wide-screen TV sat across the wall, surrounded by game consoles and racks full of movies and games. Shelves and pictures covered the walls, each overflowing with bits of Poppy's personality and her love for her friends. Branch couldn't help but feel a little out of place in this brightly colored apartment as he looked around at Poppy's life.

"Soooooo," Said young woman drawled as she watched her new roommate look around, "What'cha think?"

"It's...bright." He grimaced, "And do you ever clean up around here? There's clutter everywhere."

Poppy placed her hands on her hips, "Excuse you, it has a healthy lived in feel, thank you very much!"

"Now, now, let's not let any negativity ruin such a...fun occasion, shall we?" Creek said as he sat a large box on the counter, "Branch, mate, there's no need to be so judgmental. And, Poppy, Love, you have a very unique way of letting yourself be captured in everything you do. Don't let anyone ever tell you to do different."

Poppy giggled as she grinned at Creek, "Oh, I know~ But thank you for saying that."

Branch gagged before gesturing to the small hallway he could see, "I'm going to go put this in my room."

"Oh! Right!" Poppy grabbed her boxes again and flounced down the hall, "This way~!"

"I think I could've found it on my own, Poppy."

"Says the one that couldn't find me when we played hide n' seek when we were kids ever."

Branch blinked at the sudden callback to their childhood but didn't let that stop him from replying, "For your information I let you win." She never had to know he actually had the worse time finding her and she was as good as she thought she was.

"Ha! Sure~ Anyway!" She hip checked the door at the end of the hallway open, "Here you go!"

The room was decent size, able to fit the full-sized bed in the corner plus the dresser and desk already in there nicely. The bed was made with soft looking periwinkle sheets and the window had some gentle blue curtains framing it. There was also what looked to be some overflow of Poppy's craft supplies in there but all in all it was a nice looking room, it was just missing a bookcase. Although it was shockingly bare compared to the rest of the apartment.

"I'll get the rest of my stuff out, don't worry." Poppy said as Branch sat his stuff down on the bed.

"That would be good." He snarked instead of saying thank you like a normal person would.

Poppy stuck her tongue out at him before turning around, "Let's go get the rest of your stuff, yeah? Then you can 'Branch' up the room to your liking."

"Haha." He replied as he followed her out and back down the picture filled hallway glancing into both the bathroom and her room as they went by. A lot of pink was all he managed to see.

They came back to the living room to find Creek plucking cans out of Branch's ration box and placing them on the counter. He looked up with that stupid condescending smirk of his when he noticed them, "You do know most of these are expired, yes?"

"That's what I told him."

Branch rolled his eyes, "And I told you they're rations and as long as they aren't opened or the cans dented they're fine. Those dates are just when they should be sold by. Now let's go get the rest of my stuff."

As Branch stormed out the door, Poppy couldn't help shaking her head, "He can be so touchy about things."

"Well some people are just like that. The thing to remember is to not let their life choices effect yours." Creek smiled at her, "And do be sure not to eat anything is these cans, I don't want to hear you've gotten sick."

"Don't worry, I'm gonna make sure they get replaced." Poppy giggled. She then bounced up and kissed him on the cheek, "And thanks so much for helping today~"

"Not a problem, Sweet~"

Giggling some more, Poppy skipped out the door with Creek following to go catch up with Branch at the elevator. He frowned at them before pressing the down button and waiting for the doors to open. Once inside, Poppy bounced and sang softly between Creek and Branch before suddenly exclaiming, "Oh!"

"What?" Branch asked, without thinking.

"I almost forgot!" She pulled her phone out of her pocket before suddenly wrapping her arm around Branch's neck and smooshing their faces together, "Selfie~!"

She snapped a picture just before Branch could pull away, "What was that for?!"

"Duh, to commemorate the occasion." She said as she typed away on the small screen, "Gotta post an update on the moving day for the followers."

"Huh?"

"Don't you follow social media, Branch?"

"No. I use the computers at school for homework and real news." And maybe some conspiracy video's now and again, just to know what to look out for.

Rolling her eyes, Poppy pocketed her phone, "Social media is news. Oh! We should make you an account on Instagram or Twitter! Wouldn't that be fun? You could follow me and the rest of the Snack Pack!"

"No."

"Aw, come on. You'd love it."

"No, I wouldn't."

"Yes, you would."

"No."

"Yes."

Creek chuckled at their childish banter, "You know, Branch, Poppy's right. I'm sure you could find something pertaining to your...unique tastes."

Glowering at Creek as they exited the elevator, Branch growled, "No."

"You don't have to be such a stick in the mud, Branch. Posting is fun! And so is vlogging!"

"Ah, yes. Poppy is quiet the known vlogger. She's fairly popular on Youtube, then again it is very hard not to love her."

"Creek~" Poppy giggled.

Branch gagged again as he went toward her brightly colored car, "You do know that there could be anyone behind those so called 'followers' right? Serial killers, rapists, sicko's with a weird fetish! And you're just giving away your personal information like it's nothing!"

"Oh please, you worry too much. And I know not to trust everything on the internet, I'm not stupid, Branch. Also I'm surprised you know what a vlogger is."

"I've heard Bridget and Gristle gush about it before." And he wasn't a complete idiot, just because he wasn't into keeping up with social media didn't mean he hadn't seen a vlog or two. He just didn't get them. "Let's just finish this up."

Another trip up to the apartment was all it took to finish getting his things in and Branch was ready to unpack and to try and ignore the personified sunshine he now lived with. However, Poppy had other plans as she stopped him before he could retreat into his new room.

"Before I forget again..." She started before pulling something out of her pocket with a flourish, "Dah! Dah! Da-dah! Your key! You are officially my roommate now."

She dropped the key into his hand and he couldn't help tilting his head as he looked at the wink face emoji key cap she had added, "...Thanks."

"No problem~" She giggled.

"Well, as fun as this has been, I'm afraid I must be going." Creek spoke up, "I have a yoga class to get to."

"Oh! Of course!" Poppy skipped over to him, "I'll walk you out. Be right back, Branch. No disappearing into your room yet! We're gonna do some roommate bonding when I get back!"

"What?" He asked but they weren't listening as they walked out the door.

Rolling his eyes and deciding to ignore whatever 'roommate bonding' Poppy had in mind, Branch turned to head down the hallway but something on one of the shelves lining the wall caught his eyes. Wandering over, Branch stared in disbelief at the old, dingy and dinged up cowbell that Poppy had kept with her all throughout elementary and middle school. He couldn't believe she had the stupid thing, he had thought she had finally grown out of it in high school but apparently he was wrong.

Now sort of curious, Branch looked though her collection of pictures, seeing snapshots of her life. Most of them had her main group of friends in some variation, while others held her and people she clearly had charmed with her sunny personality. There were shots of people partying, playing games, her dad of course, Branch was even surprised to see one of him and her. Her seven year-old self was smiling widely, freckles gleaming in the sun with arms wrapped tightly around his ten year-old self, who was smiling just as brightly as he held onto her with one arm, the other holding a first place trophy from the science fair he had entered. Branch let himself remember that moment for a second, back when things were happy and uncomplicated but snapped out of it as he heard Poppy come back inside.

"Hey~ What'cha lookin' at?"

Unwilling to admit what he been thinking about, Branch picked the most random thing he saw sitting innocently before him, "This. Why the hell do you have a dressed up troll on your shelf?"

"Hey!" She came over and picked up said troll, cradling it gently in her hands, "Don't diss Princess Poppy. As princess of the trolls she has to look her best."

Branch snorted, "You named it after you?"

Pink hair flew around her as Poppy shock her head, "No, you did. Don't you remember that you gave her to me?"

Now that she mentioned it, he did vaguely recall presenting a younger Poppy with the toy, "Not really, no."

Rolling her eyes, Poppy placed the treasured item back in her spot, fluffing the hair a little, "Well I do. And she's still one of my favorite gifts from you. Along with these~" She gave the rainbow bangles a little shake to call attention to them, "Anyway~" She sang, "I was thinking since it's still pretty early in the day why don't we go to the store as our first roommate bonding experience?!"

Branch gave her a deadpan look, "I'd rather unpack."

"Aw, come on!" She whined, twirling around him and tugging on an arm, "You can unpack later, we need groceries! Cause let me tell you, mister, I am not sharing my Lucky Charms with you." She playfully wagged a finger at him.

"Like I would touch that sugary junk."

"Exactly! We gotta get you some boring cereal. And some bread...chocolate chips...eggs...maybe some mayo, I gotta check."

Branch stared at her as she fell into thought, finger poised by her chin, "When was the last time you went grocery shopping?"

"Eh, it's been a little while yet. Hence why it's a good time to go!"

"So you're using 'roommate bonding', as you call it, as an excuse."

"No!" She crossed her arms and pouted at him, "I think this'll be a fun first experience for us, I've always had fun going with my previous roommates. Plus come on, when was the last time you ate real food?"

"I eat real food!"

"That didn't come from a can!"

"Uggg!!" Branch groaned before throwing his hands into the air, "Fine, we'll go!"

"Yes! This'll be great! Trust me."

                                              ~*~*~*~*~*~

A little while later, they returned burdened with more groceries than Branch thought they'd get from a very...eventful trip to the store. After Poppy had managed to force him on camera to introduce him to all her 'wonderful subscribers', they had gone from practically corner to corner of the store as Poppy kept remembering things she either wanted or they actually needed. Branch had tried to stick to just a few things but after a brief argument over wither getting just canned soup counted as grocery shopping or not, he had relented and actually picked a few things he hadn't allowed himself to have in a few months.

He'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't just a little happy to have fresh pears and peaches again, plus the small chocolate bar he snuck past his new roommate.

Getting everything put away now was an even bigger event as Poppy, who just couldn't seem to slow down for a second, put on some bubbly pop song and was dancing around the kitchen as Branch tried to figure out where she liked to put things. Her cabinets were a seemingly random host of things that had no rhyme or reason to being stored together. Branch made a mental note to reorganize everything soon so it would be easier to find certain things, for both of them.

"Show the room what you can do, Prove to them you've got the moves, I don't know about you, But I feel better when I'm dancin, yeah, yeah~" The pinkette sang before hip checking Branch, "Come on, Branch! Sing with me!"

"No. I don't sing."

"Oh please, you use to sing all the time when we were kids." She responded as she tossed a boxed of cereal into the cabinet.

"Well I don't anymore."

"Gah! Such a spoil sport." Poppy groaned before suddenly jumping in place as her phone rang, interrupting the music, "Hello? Oh, hi Satin! Really?! A party?!"

Branch rolled his eyes, wondering if there was ever a time where Poppy wasn't excited about a party, and continued shuffling groceries into their places. At least he'd get a few hours to center himself in this new place since she was sure to go.

"Of course I'll be there! When am I not?!" She nodded along with whatever Satin was telling her before replying, "Okay~! Meet ya at your place in twenty!" Then as she hung up, she grinned at Branch, "Branch. My man. How would you like to go to a party tonight? Eh? Eh?"

"No." He was not going to let her drag him to any parties anymore now than before their living arrangement.

"Pleeeease?!" Oh god, she was trying to puppy dog eyed look again.

"No, Poppy." He growled, glaring at her, "No parties means no parties!"

"Oh fine." She pouted before glaring back at him, "Gesh, I was just trying to get you to lighten up a little. As your friend and now roommate it is my duty to make sure you're living life to it's fullest!"

"No, it's not." He waved her off toward the door, "Now go. I'm looking forward to unpacking in peace."

"Fine, fine." She sighed, rolling her eyes before rushing into her room to grab her make-up bag before flying to the door, "Bye~! Happy to have you as my new roommate even though you're still a grumpy troll~!"

"Don't come back drunk!" He shouted but the door had already slammed shut behind her.

Sighing, Branch finished putting away their food before wandering to his room and sliding down to the floor, back against the bed frame. Tilting his head back, he groaned and wondered how he was ever going to survive living with the tornado that was Poppy Meadows. Reaching for his backpack after a moment, he grabbed a notebook and opened it to a blank page and begun to pen down the words that had been swimming in his head since seeing that old picture of the two of them. That woman just had no idea what she did to him and now he'd have to be extra careful not to let any of his unrequited feelings show. She believed them to be friends and he wasn't about to ruin that with his stupid, messy feelings.

Groaning once more, Branch really hoped he wouldn't regret living with her.

                                               ~*~*~*~*~*~

I swear I either focus too much on certain details and then not enough on others but then again maybe it's just me as the beta has given this chapter a pass *shrugs* I don't really wanna write Creek I be honest but he's necessary for what little plot I have so.... Also the Snack Pack will be coming in next chapter! I have not forgotten them! I'll also make sure to try and add more snark between Branch and Poppy, like I said still getting the hang of them. c:

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Song Credit: Better When I’m Dancin’-Meghan Trainor

#Dreamworks Trolls #Broppy #Branch #Poppy #Fanfiction #Human AU #Modern AU #Roommate AU #Creek #Ew Creep

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Difficult Times

Hibiki had been in Lit Class when the alarms sounded. His Mama had just instructed 1-A to pull out their reading homework from the night before when the lights cut out and the alarms rang out. The red emergency lights flashed, bathing the class in red light. They’d had three drills so far this year, so they all knew what to do. But it was the panicked look on Yaoyorozu Momo’s face that made Hibiki’s nerves surface. The class flooded for the door, but he hung back to look up at his Mama. “Is this a drill?” She shook her head, lightly pushing him out the door. “No, it’s not a drill, ‘Biki. Please, go to your dorm, follow procedure. Please.” The stress she put on her pleads made Hibiki want to cry, so he quickly embraced her before running after his class. Sero Chiaki was at the back with Hagakure Hiroki, who looked like he was hyperventilating. Ojirou Kazuya was glaring at anyone who looked back at him, while the class reps guiding the along the designated route. Once they were all inside the door to Alliance Heights, Hibiki flipped the lock, and joined his classmates in the living room. Someone had already drawn the curtains, leaving them in almost complete darkness, the only light coming from Himura Miyoko’s eyes. Hiroki was whimpering, clutching his head and curled into Chiaki’s side. “Is everyone here?” Akiyama Keiko whispered, leaning about to try to count everyone. “Hoshiko? You here?” “Yes.” A quiet voice  came from beside the couch. Hoshiko was hidden under Yoshida Fumiko’s arm, seeming surprisingly small despite being taller than the girl beside her. “I don’t remember another drill being on Pa’s schedule.” Bakushima Tadashi murmured, turning his red eyes to Hibiki. “Did your Mama mention anything? I saw that you left last.” “Well, I, uh.” Hibiki stuttered, trying to decide whether to tell them or not. “It wasn’t on her schedule, but it could be a special drill. I’ve heard of them running drills without telling the staff first before.” A click came from their door, and everyone turned to watch as it quickly opened, before shutting behind whoever had entered. Minata Yui, one of Awase Masuyo’s friends, waved, as she flipped on the lights. “Class 1-A, yeah?” “Who are you?” Keiko practically barked, standing defensively in front of the class. Yui held up her hands, smiling sheepishly. “Minata Yui, Class 3-F. I’m supposed to be supervising you guys.” “Then why did you turn on the lights?” Ishikawa Rai asked, squinting his cat-like eyes. It was against school policy to have any lights on during an emergency drill. “Look, this isn’t a drill, and due to special circumstances, you’re basically on house arrest, not emergency shut down.” “It’s not a drill?” Fujioka Katsumi squeaked, ducking behind Kita Tomoko. Yui sighed, taking a seat in one of the lounge chairs still set up from last night’s movie marathon. “Please, sit on a couch or something, and I’ll explain.”

-

So, things went from bad to so much worse. A terrorist group that had started in America had shown up in Musutafu today, attacking the city with all their might. All heroes, even those off call or teaching, were called in, along with the third year hero students. So, not only were both Hibiki’s moms out fighting dangerous terrorists, but his older brother was there too. If things went really bad, he’d have no family left. Hiroki was sobbing, clutching Chiaki, who was crying silently. Kazuya was sitting completely stunned on Hibiki’s right while Tadashi, on his left, stared down at his own hands. Tomoko was biting her lip, but was still comforting Katsumi. Tokoyami Hoshiko was hiding her face in Fumiko’s shoulder, and Hibiki, well, he wasn’t taking it too well either. He couldn’t get the image of himself sitting in Principle Aizawa’s office, his Uncle Tomohiro and his wife sitting beside him, as the news that he was orphaned and brother-less was repeated to him, over, and over, and over- He felt a warm hand enclose around his own, and raised his eyes to look at Tadashi. The black haired boy didn’t smile, but squeezed his hand, as if offering Hibiki support. Hibiki squeezed back, leaning into his best friend. Yui said it would be a long night; that when things were finally over, if any of their family were involved they’d be called down to be shuttled out to see them. Someone had turned on the TV, but had left it on the news. They were covering the attack, showing blurry shots of hundreds of heroes and students alike using their full power to keep the destruction where it was. Once in a while a green flash or explosion would go off, and once he swore he heard a blast of a Nickel Back song. Watching the footage was somehow both worse and better than not, until they watching one of the towering buildings begin to collapse. Yao-Managing Co.’s headquarters was falling fast, and Hibiki’s heart stopped. He knew deep down that everyone, including his Uncle Reiji and grandpa-Yorozu, had been evacuated hours ago, but he couldn’t help it. It hovered above on the spot for a spell, before slowly dropping to the ground safely. “Uravity.” He heard someone mutter in relief, before suddenly the footage was cut off. The class began to shout, before it cut back in. Half of the district was gone, leaving a large crater where downtown once stood. It was all too much for Hibiki, who ran towards one of the back rooms. He closed the door to the game room, hugging himself and panting, trying desperately to get the image of his family lying lifeless in that crater out of his head. Tadashi was by his side in a moment, tugging him close. His body ran warm, immediately chasing away the cold, chilling feeling that had settled in Hibiki’s stomach. “Hey.” He whispered, swaying slightly to a silent tune. “Are you alright?” “I don’t think so.” He mumbled, gripping his waist like a lifeline. “I just - why did Toshi have to go?” Tadashi hummed, dropping them both onto the largest beanbag. “I don’t know, Hibiki, but I do know he has Ryoko, and Daichi, and all our parents with him. They’re strong, and they took down the League.” Not once did Tadashi say things were going to be okay, and Hibiki suspected he understood that no one could guarantee that everyone would return in one piece. But he was right, after all. Toshiro was tough, as were Ryoko, Daichi, and the other teens he knew on the site. And the Pro Heroes, they had faced something similar and gotten out alive. “Thanks, Tadashi.” Hibiki whispered, cuddling closer to the warmer teen. He knew neither would be able to actually doze off, but sharing warmth away from the scenes of carnage on the screen was as close as they’d get. “Any time.”

-

It was maybe four hours later when Hadou Etsuko showed up to take them to the shuttle. She’d been in the school that day talking with Support Classes about career options,and as the oldest taking the shuttle, she was in charge. It wasn’t like anyone was going to misbehave. As they stopped by the middle and primary schools to pick up the others, the mood stayed dismal. When the youngest of Tadashi’s siblings, Takeo, had run onto the shuttle calling for his brother, Hibiki felt his heart sink. What would happen to Takeo if his dads were gone? He was only ten, after all. And losing his sister, the person he was closest to in this world? That would devastate him. When the shuttle pulled into the city’s main hospital, Hibiki froze. He knew that it would ruin him to find out his parents hadn’t made it, that Toshi was gone. Or, for that matter, any of his Aunts or Uncles. He couldn’t imagine Christmas without Denki dressing himself up like a tree. He couldn’t imagine Heroics class without Eijirou. He couldn’t imagine a world where Tenya didn’t patrol the halls, shouting at wandering students. A tug on his arm from Tadashi, and he was walking into the hospital, his family all around him. In the waiting room, Hibiki saw many of his brother’s classmates and his parent’s colleagues. He watched as Hiroki was being cradled by Tooru and Mina. How Hatsuko and Sachiko practically jumped Izuku, before doing the same to Shouto. How Sakurako was met by Tamaki, who hugged his daughter like the world was ending. Some didn’t seem to even find family members, like Kazuya, who was immediately led away by a nurse. It was crazy, like a zoo in the waiting room. And his vision tunneled when he saw his Mom. Hibiki practically rammed into her, tears falling down his cheeks. She grunted, but returned his tight embrace. He sobbed into her jacket as she rubbed his back, soothing him. “Hey, little man, I’m safe, I’m here. I’m okay.” “I love you so much, Mom.” He sniffled, squeezing her tighter for just a moment before releasing her, but not her hand. He needed the contact right now. “I love you too, Hibiki.” “Where’s Mama?” He remembered suddenly. “And Toshi? Mom? Where are they?” His Mom quickly grabbed his shoulders, halting his panicked word vomit. “They’re alive, buddy. Toshiro broke and arm and leg, and your Mama got a little scratched up. We can go see both of them right now, if you’d like?” Mother and son walked hand in hand down the white halls of the hospital, and Hibiki tried to tune out the pained wails of devastated families around him. Soon enough, they turned into a room, and the Yaoyorozu-Jirou family was reunited once more. Toshiro was sitting in a wheelchair, right arm and leg in thick, white casts, face covered in soot, a complex expression on his face. Their Mama was lying in the bed, cloak torn and hanging over a nearby chair. Her hair was down, and she was also covered in dirt and dust. And, the cherry on top, her stomach was covered in thick white bandages. “Hibiki!” She sighed in relief, reaching out for her youngest son. He darted forward, carefully falling into her embrace, watching for her wounds. “My sweet boy, I’m sorry if we worried you. I love you so much.” “I love you too, Mama.” He assured, once again feeling tears fall down his cheeks. “I love you guys so much.” He heard a squeak, and suddenly Hibiki was sitting on his brother’s lap, his uninjured arm holding him close. “Come here, ‘Biki, show your brother some love.” He threw his arms around him, just now noticing his costume was missing the large, thick jacket he used as protection. “Where’s your jacket, Toshi?” His smile faded, his grip tightening. “Ryoko.” This was worrying. Was she okay? She was practically Hibiki’s older sister with the amount of time she spent at their place, and it wouldn’t be right for her to be gone.” “Do you want to see her again, Toshi?” A gruff voice came from the door, and Hibiki turned to see his Uncle Katsuki, arms stained black, his costume torn up, his eyebrows completely singed off. Both his hands were heavily bandaged, and the tips of his hair looked burnt. Hibiki felt Toshiro nod, and held on as their Mom wheeled the two down the hall. Ryoko’s room was a place with a depressing aura. Eijirou was passed out on a small couch, body covered in scratches. Takeo was knocked out in his arms, leaving Tadashi as the only conscious one in the room. He was pulled right up to the bed, where Ryoko lay, connected to a slew of machines. Her hair was down, looking more like black than ashy blonde. Her lips were red and chapped, face looking a little raw. Her head was all wrapped up, and her left wrist was in a cast. She was wearing Toshi’s jacket, and her costume’s accessories were scattered over the furniture. Tadashi looked up as they entered, and Hibiki has never seen him look so lost. Katsuki left them to go embrace his son, literally pulling him out of his chair to get both of them comfortable. Hibiki got off of Toshiro, and watched as his brother wheeled right up next to father and son, placing his left hand on his best friend’s leg. There was some shouting from the hall, before a distraught Uraraka Machiko burst into the room, eyes wild until they landed on her girlfriend. “No.” She muttered, stumbling towards the bed. She looked like she had been crying already, but fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. She stopped at the bedside, collapsing in the chair opposite the girl’s family. “What, what happened?” Toshiro shook a little, not looking up to meet his friend’s eyes. “We, me, her, Tarou and Ayumu, were fighting this one guy, and, the big explosion went off, and, it was really dark for a minute, and when I opened my eyes, she was on the ground, and they said she hit her head pretty hard, and I’m so sorry.” He broke down, his head falling forward as he sobbed. Tadashi leaned over, resting one of his warm hands against his back. “You did all you could, kid.” A new voice came. Tsuyu walked over to her oldest, her younger daughter asleep on her back. “No one saw that coming. We’re just lucky no one died today.” She was in hospital scrubs, her face and hands clean. Under her nails was a different story. They were dark red, still stained with blood. She let Taura off her back, laying the girl over the last couch before placing her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. “She’ll wake up soon, too.” Tadashi muttered, watching the machines keeping his sister stable. “There’s only a small chance of amnesia, too. Some could say you’re worse for wear.” Toshi didn’t lift his head, but his sobs died off. Hibiki felt bad for his brother. He probably saw his best friend lying on the ground, believing she  was dead. It was probably going to bother him forever. Hibiki remembered his Mama telling them traumatic memories tended to be the strongest. “Is Ocha in surgery now?” Katsuki asked, looking at Tsuyu. She nodded, squeezing her daughter’s shoulders. “Yes, ribbit. They wheeled her in after the girls got a chance to see her.” Machiko was still crying, and she sniffled as she squeezed her eyes shut. “She was so pale.” She spoke, barely audible. “And she’ll live?” Katsuki inquired, shifting his son in his arms. “Yes, but there’s a 60% chance of paralysis.” Hibiki couldn’t help but feel awful for Machiko. She was probably having the worst day of her life. Her girlfriend is comatose, with a chance of waking up with no memory of her, and her mother might lose the use of her legs. Over the next few hours, tons of people came in to see Ryoko. Hadou Ayumu and Toogata Tarou, on their way back from seeing Tarou’s brother Yuudai. Iida Daichi, accompanied Kimiko, Hayate, Masuya and Misaki, their father, Tenya, leaving with a sad look. Even Shouto, who placed a singular daisy on the bedside table before leaving. It was quiet for a bit, safe for the faint noises of the machines hooked up to Ryoko. Hibiki almost thought everyone dozed off, but he knew better. The only way anyone was sleeping was going to be brought on by pure exhaustion. Soon, his Mom returned, taking him and Toshiro back to their Mama’s room for the night.

-

A week later, and things are only just looking up. Repairs to the city have started, led mainly by the Yaoyorozu’s company and funds, with large donations from many foreign aid programs. Many international support companies came to help build the city back up again, while heroes from other countries came to watch over the population while those involved in the fight healed. Ryoko had woken up two days after the attack, memories just a little fuzzy at first. She was going to be released tomorrow, alongside Ochako, who’s surgery had been a success, and was participating in physical therapy until further notice. Since most housing was destroyed, UA was closed for the month to house victims while temporary shelters and new homes were being built. Casualties were low, with only seven civilian deaths, and one of Deku’s sidekicks dying of his injuries just yesterday. With nothing better to do, Grandpa-Yorozu had offered to house every member of their UA family until the city got back on it’s feet, even going as far as to offer financial help to the Monomas and Awases, as their buildings were among those destroyed. While things were never going to be the same for the group, it was nice to have them all so close. Having everyone under the same roof was comforting, even if Hibiki was sharing Toshiro’s room with all the other children. The bed had been moved to Hibiki’s room, and mats, bedrolls, and sleeping bags were spread across the floor. Hibiki’s room was housing those like Ochako, who had received more severe injuries. Of the children, only Toogata Yuudai was in that room, as he’d been impaled through the abdomen by a stray beam. In Toshiro’s room, Hibiki could watch everyone. Kendou Moriko, who was sandwiched between her brother, Yuuto, and sister, Reina, both arms in casts. Even Tetsutetsu Isamu, who had Takeo and Monoma Yoshirou on his chest, Awase Kazuharu curled into his side. Machiko had barely left Ryoko's side since she woke up, even during sleep. Tadashi rolled over, elbowing Hibiki in the face. It was rather cramped having this many kids in one room, but it made it feel safer. Even if only six of them (excluding Yuudai) had been in the fight, it was a huge relief to have them close now. This was the life of Pro Heroes, Hibiki realized, pushing Tadashi’s arms away before curling into his best friend further. There were always going to be more battles to fight, and more aftermath to struggle through. They were lucky, having everyone come out alive. Next time, they might not be so lucky. The next morning, Hibiki sits with his Mama as they watch their UA family feast on the large breakfast that had been cooked up that morning. “Mama?” Hibiki asked, turning to look at her. She hummed, turning to face him as well. “Yes, Munchkin?” “Is it worth it?” She seemed to ponder it for a minute, watching Hadou Hideaki and Monoma Takara squabble over a bowl of potatoes. “It is worth it. Because without people fighting the good fight, mornings like these don’t exist. We fight so others don’t have to, Hibiki. That’s what heroes do.” He nodded. Yes, that’s what heroes did. It didn’t matter, in the long run, that Hitoshi had been slashed up, or that Izuku was almost crushed by a building. What mattered was that the group had been stopped, and the citizens could eventually return to their regular lives.

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[its-love-u-asshole]

as long as you come home [fic]

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei/Kuroo Tetsurou

Summary: Tsukishima wasn't afraid to admit he got scared, everyone did. He just didn't think he'd ever come this close to experiencing his greatest fear, waiting for Kuroo to come home hours after he should've been back. 

Rating: E

Tags: fluff and smut, established relationship, protective tsukki

Note: yoooo, alright I did kintober last year in much the same fashion (one fic a week or so), and hopefully I can do it again? I already have 3 done so I'm almost there! This one is by far my favorite of the bunch though, because I'm a sucker for sappy kurotsuki, so I wanted to post it first! I hope you enjoy, I really enjoyed writing this <3 Thanks @emeraldwaves for reading this over!

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It's late, it's storming outside, Kuroo should've been home hours ago, and Tsukishima is definitely not worried.

It's what he tells himself as he paces the floor of their shared apartment, wrapped up in one of Kuroo's old hoodies from high school, one he's grown out of in his quest to be "as ripped as Bokuto," like such a thing is even possible.

Just the memory makes him smile as the scent of his boyfriend envelops him, subtle and sweet, almost faded because of Tsukishima's own.

His not-worry grows stronger.

Another lightning strike illuminates the sky from where Tsukishima left the window open, and he flinches. A bad sign. The rain is usually his favorite kind of weather, soothing, cleansing. Now each trickle, every hit against the window pane makes him bite his nails further down to the nub.

He regrets not getting the phone number of Kuroo's friend, some guy from his chem class who invited Kuroo out for drinks. It's not an uncommon scenario.

Kuroo is a popular guy, and despite his usual preference to stay home and drown in blankets along with Tsukishima, he values his social connections. Plus, apparently this guy takes good notes.

He'd promised to be back before midnight, before their ritual snacking time. Tsukishima was going to make s’mores.

Yet, Kuroo had not kept his promise.

Tsukishima never minds when Kuroo goes out; Kuroo never fails to come home to him, on time, or with notice.

It's what makes tonight extra concerning.

Tsukishima isn't dramatic. He prefers the rational side of things, but well...even he's seen those soap operas. The ones where the fretting spouse waits and waits, only for the police to show up instead of their significant other, only to reveal--

No.

Absolutely not.

Tsukishima flops onto the giant beanbag Kuroo impulse bought a few weeks back, ignoring the pain of his stomach and the restlessness in his limbs. It doesn't help, because it smells like Kuroo too.

It's been over an hour.

Tsukishima called him once already, and texted twice, because usually more wouldn't be necessary. This is not like Kuroo, and again Tsukishima wishes he could do something. He doesn't even know what bar Kuroo is at, and in retrospect, that was probably also a mistake.

Maybe Kuroo just got drunk, had a little too much fun. It's not impossible to think he might've crashed at a friend's, unable to remember to let Tsukishima know.

If such is the case, Tsukishima will see him in the morning, apologetic and panicked, with a lovestruck expression too powerful for the blond to not forgive.

But Tsukishima doesn't know if he can survive til the morning, he's barely lasted an hour.

If he just knew Kuroo was alright, it would be enough.

Twenty more minutes pass, and Tsukishima's nails have started to hurt, but his stomach is too up in knots for him to stress eat. Is he being ridiculous?

Maybe.

Kuroo will come home and have a field day with this, surely. "You worry too much baby," he'll say, and Tsukishima will ignore him for a few minutes until he can't harness the strength anymore.

He hopes. He hopes and hopes and hopes some more, lying in a ball and staring at his cellphone, checking the ringer every five minutes.

When there's finally a knock at the door, all the lead in Tsukishima's legs lightens and suddenly he's a teleporter, or an olympian, with how fast he is at the doorstep and throwing it open.

His heart stopped somewhere in that millisecond, and his lungs join in on the fun, as his mouth opens the door with one choked, simple name. "Tetsu, where have you--"

It's only somewhat relief which makes his words die. After all, it is Kuroo, not the police, or some other poor soul tasked with giving him bad news. It's Kuroo.

Tsukishima's shoulders slump, shaking.

It's surprise which hits Tsukishima alongside relief, and the initial anger and panic he feels dissolves away when he sees the state of his boyfriend. He doesn't look like someone who deserves to be yelled at; he doesn't look sheepish or relaxed.

No, Kuroo looks so sad the way he is now, shaking like he's experiencing an earthquake right on their cheesy doormat, completely drenched and teeth chattering to levels which make Tsukishima's ears hurt.

Frowns don't suit Kuroo, Tsukishima realizes. Neither does guilt, or the pained relief of finally making it home. Tsukishima's heart hurts for him.

Kuroo is alive though. Alive.

It kicks Tsukishima into gear.

"Are you okay?!" Tsukishima asks, stupidly, voice trembling with something so unlike him, he might gag later. It's not about him right now though.

He doesn't let his boyfriend answer.

He pulls Kuroo in, slamming the door shut to keep out the cold, and fuck the neighbors if they think it's too loud. Tsukishima cares about absolutely nothing else except Kuroo. He doesn't even know what to do first, so he does everything.

He turns on the heater, cranking it up to insane levels as he fishes for towels in the nearby cupboards, draping one over Kuroo's shoulders and getting another for his hair.

Kuroo had barely recovered from an illness, Tsukishima couldn't let him fall back into one, but god his skin is so cold.

Okay, new plan.

He takes Kuroo's thick sport jacket and his jeans off in record time, too fast for Kuroo to make a dirty joke about it. Not that he can, his teeth are still clacking while Tsukishima fishes him new sweatpants and a t-shirt.

The old clothes are sopping wet, and Tsukishima has so many questions as he takes them to the hamper, feeling how heavy they sit in his hands. Freezing.

Again, Tsukishima wonders if there might've been something he could've done to prevent this, despite knowing close to nothing.

What he does know is he's ready to push someone into the Arctic Ocean for this; it's the only just equivalent for how his boyfriend is shivering in the middle of their living room.

When Tsukishima walks back in, Kuroo spots him, and Tsukishima hates the guilt in his eyes. At least he's got his new clothes on. "Kei, Kei I'm so sorr--"

Tsukishima crashes into him and they fall onto the monstrous beanbag, and Tsukishima is thankful he was unsuccessful in talking Kuroo out of it. He almost feels guilty for how Kuroo chokes, but Tsukishima can't help it.

Kuroo is never this cold. He's usually unbelievably, unbearably warm. Enough to be Tsukishima's personal heater during the winter, enough to make Tsukishima wake up sometimes because he's too warm, having fallen asleep pressed up against him.

Kuroo's skin should not be so chilled to the touch, and Tsukishima is desperate to return him to normal. Even if he has to throw his pride away to do so, it's fine. His worry has taken him out of his right mind, and he rubs his face in Kuroo's neck, squeezes him tighter, and only somewhat lets up when Kuroo starts to reciprocate in full.

Ah, it's Tsukishima's favorite. Kuroo's strong hands wrap around him easily, but they seem even more desperate than usual. This time Tsukishima is the warm one, like fire spreading to Kuroo's fingertips.

Better.

He doesn't have to say how scared he was, how concerned, he's sure Kuroo can feel it in the way Tsukishima clings and breathes. The embrace tightens, close enough to be otherwise suffocating, like when Kuroo is joking around.

"Don't leave meeee," he'll whine, on the off chance they don't have the same day off from work or school. Tsukishima would roll his eyes and push him off, because Kuroo is all for theatrics.

This is not one of those times.

Kuroo's nose bumps into Tsukishima's cheek, pressing, and Tsukishima lets him leave a few featherlight kisses there before he finds his voice. Kuroo is a little warmer now, and that security helps. "Where were you?"

It's one of about a million more questions he has in his head, but it's the best place to start.

"I-I thought your friend was giving you a ride?" Tsukishima continues, because in his defense, he's not good at comprehending these kinds of things. Plans and schedules are weirdly set in stone for him, there's no room for flexibility where time commitments are concerned. When something deviates, it stresses him out, even when he's not involved.

But c'mon, this is his boyfriend. Tsukishima can act as annoyed as he wants with Kuroo sometimes, can blush and act like he's reasonable enough to see logic in any situation. It's simply not true.

If Kuroo is involved, Tsukishima is involved. That's how it is, because Tsukishima loves this fool more than anything and the prospect of Kuroo one day not being around only makes Tsukishima want to sink into the ground or maybe fight Satan himself to give Kuroo back to him (they'd had this discussion before, pillow talk you know? neither of them are getting into heaven).

Kuroo can totally sense his agitation, he doesn't pause to tease or prod or calm him. He answers; Tsukishima deserves it. Kuroo sighs loudly, pulling away from Tsukishima, his hands already rubbing soothing circles onto his back. "He bailed on me. I was supposed to meet him at the bar next to that sushi place you like? But I was running late, and by the time I got there he'd already found some girl he liked and...yeah. They ended up bar-hopping for a bit, I stayed put. Some of my other friends were there so I didn't mind."

Kuroo winces then, maybe because he can feel the beginnings of anger seething under Tsukishima's skin, and because it's the next part which he undoubtedly knows will make his blond livid beyond all possible belief.

"Then what?" Tsukishima asks. It's the most relaxed tone he can manage, and it's not good at all.

Kuroo's expression turns into annoyance, and it makes sense. Kuroo's a nice guy, but he's not that nice. He dates Tsukishima for a reason. Salt soulmates. "Anyways, he said he'd still come pick me up after he'd gotten her number or whatever but, he never showed. I must've waited under the bar awning for thirty minutes, but he let all my calls go to voicemail. My friends had left already, I was alone."

Shit out of luck.

Tsukishima will kill this guy. It's not a cute hyperbole or empty promise, he's going to do it. It's not gonna be gentle, or swift, or merciful either.

In fact, Tsukishima is already getting up, like he's going to go find this guy right then, but Kuroo is dragging him back down just as fast. Damn, he knows Tsukishima a bit too well.

"Kei, Kei no," Kuroo warns, wrapping his arms around the blond's trembling frame. He knows he's being a little ridiculous. He barely knows this guy's name, much less where he lives or where to find him. But he's upset, he's more than upset. He's on a warpath.

From the bar Kuroo is talking about, it's a good mile and a half at least back to their apartment. It's pouring outside, college kids aren't the best drivers either....

A number of things could've happened, and Tsukishima won't entertain them in his head.

The frustration drenches his tone as he turns to face Kuroo, glare colder than the rain. "He made you walk home in the worst storm ever and you're telling me to forget about it? No, what's his name?"

Number. Work. Whatever.

In reality, Tsukishima is not a fighter. But he'll be damned if he doesn't at least cuss this guy out.

"I-in his defense, I made the call to walk home," Kuroo tries, weakly. Ha. Maybe Kuroo is too nice, that or he's being selfish. Having Tsukishima end up in prison isn't ideal for either of them.

"Yeah, because he ditched you," Tsukishima replies, and he doesn't mean to make Kuroo flinch, he really doesn't. This isn't his boyfriend's fault, but god. "You wouldn't need to walk home if he'd just picked you up and...and..."

And brought you to me, brought you home.

He can dump the body in the lake nearby. He and Kuroo hike there often, it's very romantic.

Tsukishima's fists are clenched in the fabric of Kuroo's shirt, and as much as he does want his revenge...it's late, and this is where Kuroo needs him to be.

His boyfriend isn't shivering anymore, which is a good sign, and Tsukishima allows himself to settle into his hold, feeling Kuroo sigh before he speaks. "I didn't want to worry you, but I guess I ended up doing that anyways. I just wanted to get home faster, I knew you were waiting, and after being blown off I...I missed you."

And Tsukishima missed him too, painfully so, too much to let himself admit. But the fear of losing Kuroo loosens him up regardless, and he tilts his head up, stealing a kiss from Kuroo's lips.

Yes, he seriously doesn't know what he'd do without those, and it's horrible.

"Why didn't you call me?" he finds himself asking, in an effort to keep all those emotions bottled away. He's sure they carry through in his tone anyways, but oh well.

"After trying to get ahold of him for so long...my phone kinda died," Kuroo says, and for the first time that night he smiles, sheepish in a way which makes Tsukishima want to kiss him again. "And okay, I know you always nag me for forgetting to charge it, I'll be better."

Uh-huh, Tsukishima thinks, what a load of crap. But he's smiling back at his boyfriend, annoyance hardly there.

"Needless to say, I figured it wouldn't take me too long to walk but....the rain happened, and yeah," Kuroo finishes, trying to make himself smaller. It's not possible. He may not be Bokuto, but Kuroo is tall and muscular, and his presence is massive in more ways than one. Tsukishima shakes his head.

You can't hide from me.

He lets the quiet settle in between them, comfortable, mindlessly rubbing patterns into Kuroo's forearms. It seems stupid, but Tsukishima feels like he needs to cherish him a little right then. The fact he could've never seen Kuroo again makes his anger spike again, but it's vastly overpowered by the need to surround himself with everything Kuroo has to offer.

It's what's important, he thinks.

"I guess I can postpone the murder," Tsukishima says with a sigh sometime later, letting himself settle deeper against his boyfriend. It's cozy, and he feels his eyelids start to grow heavy. All his nightmare scenarios really did wear him out, not to mention the late hour. Maybe his body is finally letting him feel the exhaustion, now that Kuroo is safe and sound. "At least until I know you won't get sick."

If he's not here to bundle Kuroo up or force him to drink fluids, the fool will try to walk back out into the rain, Tsukishima knows he will. Kuroo thinks he's invincible, and it makes Tsukishima both extremely proud and extremely concerned.

Not that Kuroo knows about either. That's fine too.

Kuroo chuckles, lying back, and taking Tsukishima with him. They land in an ungraceful tangle of limbs, but it works for them. They've never been neat sleepers. It's not possible, with their heights, or their weird need to fall asleep huddled even though they will most assuredly wake up separated. It's a comfort.

They really should get to bed, their real bed, but...

This is nice, warm.

Kuroo rolls them over, tucking Tsukishima against his chest, and mouths gently at the back of his neck. There's a lot still to say, but they're tired and the rain has returned to being relaxing instead of terrifying, lulling them in the low light of their living room.

Good thing they were too cheap to buy the brighter lamps.

Tsukishima huffs a laugh. Ah, Kuroo is rubbing off on him in all the best and worst ways. It makes Tsukishima's smile grow, and he hides it in the beanbag.

Still....Tsukishima can't let one thing slide, no matter how relieved he is. It eats at him, whittling away at his heart and soul until the words tumble out of him, vulnerable and far too quiet.

"Please...don't do that again," he whispers, and he knows Kuroo gets what he means. It's not meant to guilt him, but...Tsukishima means it. If Kuroo can help it, he should never do something like this again.

Tsukishima will gladly do whatever it takes to get him home as an alternative, but just...not this. Never this.

His boyfriend tenses behind him, but then presses in tighter, like he never wants to let go. He won't, all night. Tsukishima knows it.

He blinks away some wetness in his eyes, because it's uncalled for and childish, but Kuroo must sense it anyways. He grabs the nearest blanket, throwing it over them, and kisses Tsukishima again on the back of his head.

Kuroo tends to know what he needs, whether Tsukishima admits to it or not.

"I promise," Kuroo replies, and the last thing Tsukishima registers is a hand wrapping over his, sealing the deal.

--

The next day, Tsukishima still feels like murdering someone, but it's subdued. Basically, he's not going to go out and look for this guy, but so help him, if he ever sees him in public...

All bets are off.

Tsukishima sighs into his tea, letting the rest of the tension fade away as he fixes Kuroo something for his immune system. It's citrus flavored, and Kuroo hates it, but if Tsukishima insists enough he'll have no choice but to force it down like a little kid taking his medicine.

When Kuroo wakes up, he does just that, because Tsukishima is often right about these things, and it's about as amusing as he expects.

"Goddamn," Kuroo curses, gagging on the last gulp, and Tsukishima has to look away. He's not a fan of the flavor either, and just the thought of it sends the memory of the taste back to his own tongue.

Blegh.

Kuroo rinses it down with a piece of chocolate cake, the last piece, but Tsukishima must still be feeling overly affectionate, since he doesn't feel like making a fuss.

He'll make another one later.

Besides, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't made the cake a little healthier this time around, purely for Kuroo's sake. When had he started catering to Kuroo like this? Without minding or second guessing it?

Probably around the same time Kuroo started folding Tsukishima's laundry the way he liked, or buying Tsukishima's favorite cereal.

It's the way things are, and Tsukishima's happiness is amplified when he feels Kuroo's arms wrap around him from behind.

"You're not still mad are you?" Kuroo mumbles into Tsukishima's shoulder, it's then Tsukishima realizes his boyfriend isn't wearing a shirt. Kuroo's chest is firm, and Tsukishima leans back into him. He knows if he turned around, he'd get a nice view, his fingers could graze every ridge of his abdomen...

The thought is tantalizing, more so than he expects.

A familiar heat coils in his stomach, a tingle travels up his legs and makes his skin itch for touch, and he's almost embarrassed for his timing. After such a scare...

He blamed Kuroo's influence, even though he knows he's just as guilty.

He's hyper aware of his clothes, his body, and most importantly, Kuroo pressing back into him.

And okay, maybe this is what Tsukishima needs. A different kind of relaxing, but the best kind. Asking for it is not usually his way, but it doesn't mean he denies it or keeps it hidden. It's just...Kuroo can often tell.

Tsukishima hums, shaking his head as he spreads his legs, letting Kuroo's thigh rest between them. It's the easiest way to communicate his desire, to let Kuroo feel it. He needs to communicate other things to Kuroo too..."I was never mad at you."

"I know," Kuroo says, but Tsukishima feels him sag a little more, the relief palpable. As if Tsukishima could be mad at Kuroo in this situation. The fondness surges again, egged on by the lust clouding up his brain. "But you know what I meant."

Yeah...

"I just hope for your sake I never see that guy in broad daylight," Tsukishima answers, like it's nothing, and he shivers as he presses the cleft of his ass against Kuroo's groin.

He usually hates wearing these shorts, they're too thin and kind of ratty, but right now he's more than grateful. Easy access.

He hears Kuroo take a sharp intake of breath, and he knows his goal has been reached. Tsukishima bites his lip, suppressing a smug smile.

"And why--why is that?" Kuroo says, a bit lost as he rests his hands on Tsukishima's hips, more to steady himself than anything. The waistband of the shorts is a little loose too. Kuroo's breath is warm where it ghosts over his neck, and Tsukishima sighs, tilting his head.

The heat coils tighter, his toes are already curling, pathetically wanton.

"I don't think you'd appreciate having your reputation ruined because your boyfriend punched someone in the middle of the quad," Tsukishima replies, though the idea sounds very enticing. Not as enticing as Kuroo carrying him over to the couch, but he'll get that soon enough.

"I don't know, that sounds pretty hot." Kuroo's laugh is about as magical as his hands, washing over Tsukishima, heavy and purposeful.

They're at his thighs now, squeezing the flesh there, because unlike Kuroo, Tsukishima has not felt the need for such an intense workout regimen. If he felt subconscious about it before, which he didn't, all thoughts would certainly be dashed with the way Kuroo is groping him, hands traveling up his stomach and over the beginnings of love handles.

"Guess I should be thankful anyways," Kuroo begins, and Tsukishima can feel the smirk, razor sharp and threatening to eat him alive. "I have such a loving boyfriend, one who deserves to be spoiled."

Tsukishima's whimper, yearning and in time with the roll of Kuroo's hips, ends the conversation.

--

It's not uncommon for Kuroo to feel extra...giving. Most of the time it's when they're sitting on the couch, lazy, watching some movie they've seen twenty times before and are only half paying attention to.

Kuroo will send him one of those looks, the kind which drips sex and authority, one which only Tsukishima can decipher. Then, Kuroo will lie down on his back, not breaking the eye contact, and beckon Tsukishima over to sit obediently on his face.

Tsukishima doesn't have to admit it delights him; he's sure Kuroo can fucking tell, like he can tell now, as Tsukishima moans shamelessly while holding the couch's armrest for dear life.

"O-oh, oh shit," he whines, and it's becoming increasingly harder to keep his legs from trembling, from resting his hips down completely on Kuroo's face. He doubts Kuroo would mind, with how eagerly he's applying himself to making Tsukishima come from this.

Getting eaten out by Kuroo is a spiritual experience, truly.

Tsukishima's nails dig into the couch fabric, and Kuroo's hands are busy spreading his cheeks apart, tongue diving deeper into Tsukishima's hole.

Kuroo is so determined at everything he does, even taking Tsukishima apart. At the thought, Kuroo's hand draws back to deliver a harsh slap to Tsukishima's ass, and Tsukishima jumps. He wonders if the last handprint is still visible, refusing to fade away...

Thinking is becoming increasingly difficult.

He grinds his hips down, helping Kuroo go deeper, reaching every part of him. "Tetsu...mmm..."

His head is swimming; all he cares about is coming, but in this position he has to work for it. They both do, and maybe that's why Kuroo loves it so much.

He's being obscenely performative this time, slurping loudly, uncaring of the drool or jaw ache, his thumb teasingly circling Tsukishima's entrance every now and again. It's like he's having the time of his life, pushing Tsukishima to his limits.

It's maddening. Tsukishima falls for it though, his hips rolling, searching, and one of his hands fall to tug at Kuroo's hair. He's rough about it, and Kuroo moans, the vibrations making Tsukishima's legs spread wider.

Curse this stupid couch, it's too small.

Eventually, Kuroo makes him do most of the work, stilling himself so Tsukishima can bounce and twerk his hips as he pleases, using his tongue like one of the many toys in their drawer. Not enough, Kuroo knows it's not enough, but he likes seeing Tsukishima hunger for it.

Asshole.

Yet the insult, even in his head, is hardly powerful. Tsukishima writhes, and doesn't care how he sounds. He's so damn keyed up, his muscles tight, he just wants and wants and--

He cries out, garbled, untangling his fingers from Kuroo's hair to reach up and tug at one of his own nipples, the sensation sharp and intoxicating. It's too hot, his skin is burning, aching, he needs more before he does anything truly humiliating.

Any other day, Kuroo might push him to that point, until Tsukishima is crying or babbling, but Tsukishima can sense something different about him today. Kuroo is impatient, and Tsukishima can't help but feel a little proud. By now, Kuroo's cock must be begging for release, untouched...

"Tetsu...c'mon...please." Tsukishima punctuates the request with an unsteady jerk as Kuroo's thumb dips into his entrance, and he knows at that point Tsukishima can't take anymore. Fortunately, neither can he.

Tsukishima manages to catch the glint of ferocity in Kuroo's eyes before he's being moved, manhandled willingly until he's turned around, face to face with Kuroo's leaking cock.

Oh, so this is how he wants to finish things. Tsukishima can't say he disagrees.

His mouth waters instead. The tip of Kuroo's cock is an angry red, precum dripping down along the veins of the shaft, and Tsukishima moans, taking it in his hand. Always so heavy, so filling. Kuroo's hips jump, and Tsukishima's own determination blooms.

He blushes as he spits onto Kuroo's cock, slicking it up in the stereotypical, porn film way Kuroo likes for whatever reason. Kuroo mutters a curse at the action, and Tsukishima gives his cock a few firm pumps before he's taking it into his mouth, the bitter taste coating his tongue.

"Shit, yes," Kuroo groans, squeezing Tsukishima's ass before giving the blond's cock some much deserved attention. Tsukishima feels hot breath hover over him, a teasing prelude of his reward. Showing his appreciation, Tsukishima takes Kuroo deeper, fisting the parts he can't reach. If it makes some extra, wet noises, so be it. He can give Kuroo a show too when he wants.

He hears Kuroo growl, stilling Tsukishima's hips, which he hadn't realized were shaking so much, and utters his final command. "Make sure to come in my mouth, okay?"

Who is Tsukishima to refuse?

He moans, loud and a bit too purposefully around Kuroo's cock. They can last a good amount of time if they try, but that's not what Tsukishima wants. He wants Kuroo to come hard and fast, to completely fall to pieces because of Tsukishima's mouth...his touch...

Tsukishima hollows his cheeks, his other hand cupping Kuroo's balls as he takes Kuroo in feverishly, but he's past feeling ashamed about it. Not now, after all this time. Not when Kuroo's hips are straining to push further into Tsukishima's mouth, so needy.

All for me...

Tsukishima pulls back to gasp; Kuroo is just as gifted, and just as determined to make Tsukishima come first. He has Tsukishima's cock stuffed fully down his throat, and Tsukishima wishes he could see his teary eyes. Show off.

It's not gonna pay off for him though. Tsukishima knows this as he tries not to smirk, taking Kuroo's cock in just far enough to choke. The sound is filthy, but he's sure it reaches Kuroo's ears, another thing which drives him up the wall.

It's the perfect prelude to Tsukishima's last move, the kill shot. Or in this case, the money shot.

He moans as Kuroo swallows around his cock, his toes curling, and it takes everything to not get lost in the sensation, to chase his orgasm and push back.

Kuroo's mouth feels so amazing, so attentive.

Everything about Kuroo is so attentive...

"I just wanted to get home faster. I missed you."

And suddenly, Tsukishima feels twice as generous.

He takes his mouth away, letting the mixture of spit and precum in his mouth drip out and onto Kuroo's cock, making each stroke bounce off the space around them. Kuroo's hand grips his ass, and Tsukishima laughs, too sex drunk to be entirely smug.

He's been lewd all morning, no harm in adding to it at this point. He rubs his cheek against the head of Kuroo's cock, having enough sense to push his glasses away before he kisses the tip, words hot and tickling against it. "Make sure to come on my face, okay?"

He tricks himself into thinking the words are mocking, as if that gets rid of his blush or the fact he will hide his face at his own boldness later, but it's genuine. Kuroo knows it's genuine too, and he succumbs to Tsukishima's game instantly.

Kuroo pulls his mouth off Tsukishima's cock, throwing his head back. "Ah, Kei, f-fuck."

The splash of Kuroo's cum against his cheek and chin is enough to push Tsukishima close to the edge, and he moves to his side frantically, reaching down to give himself a few strokes.

Then, his vision blacks out, so deliciously, like it always does, his mouth open in a silent scream.

It's perverted of him, he knows it, and he'll never admit it aloud, but he thinks he could chase this feeling forever. It travels up his legs, his spine, like a shot of pure ecstasy that only lasts a few seconds. It's not fair, but it's so worth it. His brain short circuits, his legs twitch; he loves it.

Love it enough to not mind the mess on his face as his body finally relaxes, letting him flop unceremoniously.

He thinks his foot is close enough to kick Kuroo in the face, but he's too boneless to care. He's as light as air right now, and Kuroo's cum has started to drip from his chin down to his neck, and he doesn't mind in the slightest.

Out of habit, his tongue flicks out to catch some of the cum beading on his upper lip, and he feels Kuroo scramble to sit up, like he doesn't want to miss a second of it.

What an idiot.

Yet, Tsukishima doesn't stop his dazed little show. This turns Kuroo on like no tomorrow, and it's rare Tsukishima allows it...

So he figures he can indulge Kuroo a little before he wipes it all off. Tsukishima's own mess is splayed out over Kuroo's torso anyways, so it's only fair.

Still, with the air of sex dwindling away, replaced by a heavy wave of sleepiness and affection, Tsukishima avoids Kuroo's piercing stare. Instead, he busies himself with trailing his fingers through the drops on his cheek, bringing them to his mouth afterwards.

From the way Kuroo shudders, Tsukishima wouldn't be surprised if he was ready to go again.

Maybe later, for now...

Tsukishima sits up, making no effort to right his hair or pull on some clothes. This is something he is comfortable with, and he picks up his glasses, welcoming clarity once more.

When he finally looks up, Kuroo's smile makes him want to either crawl under blankets for two hundred year, or kiss it away.

It's a weird combination.

Kuroo's eyes are lit up with something far too loving for Tsukishima to have ever deserved, but there's fire in there too, like his desire has only been somewhat sated, and is building again. Tsukishima bites his lip as Kuroo rearranges them, and it makes Tsukishima snort. Their heavy limbs are not making things easy, but they eventually end up face to face, Kuroo half in Tsukishima's lap, his smile edging closer to smug.

Okay, so it pisses Tsukishima off a little.

Not enough to do more than lightly shove him though.

Kuroo laughs, but the obnoxious quality of it is made softer by the way his hands intertwine with Tsukishima's. "Well, if I thought you were tense before, you definitely aren't now."

You...

Tsukishima rolls his eyes. "Someone's arrogant."

"Because that someone is one hundred percent right," Kuroo says, and...he is, but it doesn't make it tolerable. "Judging by this anyways." Kuroo's other hand dips into the cum drying on his chest, Tsukishima's, and the blond blushes up to his ears.

He hates Kuroo, but it's nothing compared to how much he loves him, and Tsukishima will probably never figure that ratio out.

He doesn't break their connection though; if anything, his grip on Kuroo's hand tightens. This had been what he needed, he knows Kuroo can sense it, can tell from his expression alone.

So, Tsukishima lets Kuroo be proud and overconfident for now; and if there ever comes a time where he's lost and alone, physically or mentally, Tsukishima will be there to pick up the slack.

And...relax him, in whatever way Kuroo pleases.

Whatever keeps him from murdering those responsible...

In public anyways.

#kurotsuki #haikyuu!! #adri writing #kurotsukki

[rainy--dayys]

Just Friends ;) - Jughead x Reader

Words: 1519

Warnings: Fluff, bad writing, lots of dialogue, bad Grinch references (All the normal stuff)

It was a Wednesday morning in the middle of December when it finally happened!

The whole gang was sat together in the student lounge. Veronica and Archie sat close together on the larger, softer sofa. Betty was sat on the floor in front of Kevin who was sat in a small beanbag, Cheryl was standing next to the window on her phone (probably on twitter) and finally Jughead was sat in the love seat typing away on his laptop probably trying to finish another one of his manuscripts.

Everyone was engaged in their own small conversations except for Jughead who was anxiously waiting for your arrival, eyes flicking from his laptop to the door every so often.

“Can you stop wigging out over there Grinch? Max, your only true companion will be here momentarily, chill out who hater!” Cheryl smirked, obviously annoyed at Jughead’s shifty eyes and longing sighs.

“Hey! We’re his friends too ya know?” Betty defended Jughead, giving him a tentative smile.

“Relax Cindy Lou Who, you and the rest of your Whoville freaks were included in that comment!” Cheryl laughed, looking back at her phone and ignoring the grumbles from her school acquaintances.

“I am not ‘Wigging out’ Cheryl and besides, (Y/N) should be here any minute,” Jughead retorts, checking the door and his watch before returning to his computer.

“Whatever, just tell your girlfrie-“

“Cheryl!” The gang said in unison, scolding her for mentioning the one unwritten rule they all had.

Never, under any circumstances, mention the relationship shared between Jughead and (Y/N).

It was the one rule, the one thing that was never mentioned because for as long as everyone could remember, that’s just how they had been.

You see, Jughead and (Y/N) had a special kind of friendship. The kind where everyone who had ever met the two thought they were dating but nobody ever bought it up because of how defensive and offended they got.

They weren’t too intense. Just the usual arm around shoulder, whispers between the two and the occasional cuddling during movies but other than that they were just two normal best friends.

“My what?” Jughead asked. “What did you say?”

Veronica glared straight at Cheryl, shaking her head, silently telling her not to continue.

“Check your ears, Cactus cuddler, tell-” Cheryl shifted her eyes to the gang who begged her not to continue, not wanting to make their friend uncomfortable.

“I was just saying, tell your friend that if she isn’t here in time for Vixens practise, I’ll have her head” Cheryl continued, smiling softly at how sincere Jughead’s friends were, wishing her friends would do the same for her.

As if on cue, (Y/N) burst through the door, books in hand and out of breath.

Jughead’s head shot up at her arrival, shutting his laptop and smiling straight at her.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” She yelled, eyes locked with Jughead as she continued, “My alarm didn’t go off, I missed the bus, had to run 10 blocks and when I got here I literally ran into Reggie, him spilling his coffee all over my books.” (Y/N) took a deep breath, “and then I forgot my locker combo!” She coughed as she made her way straight towards Jughead, collapsing straight into his open arms.

Jughead wrapped his arms around her frame as she snuggled into his warm embrace.

The rest of the gang tried to say their hellos to (Y/N), however she was slightly pre-occupied with Jughead. The gang was used to it though; it’s just how they were.

Giving up on the pleasantries, the gang return to their prior conversations, ignoring the pair squished together on the love seat.

“Sounds like you had one hell of a morning!” Jughead chuckled, grabbing (Y/N) and placing her in his lap, on hand around her waist and the other intertwined with her fingers.

“Yeah” she laughed, “I just wanted to get here to see you!” (Y/N) giggled as she placed one hand on Jughead’s chest and the other played with the tufts of hair that stuck out from underneath his beanie.

Suddenly, loud talking became hushed whispers, chuckles became sweet giggles, hands resting on knees became upper thighs and forehead touches became cheek kisses. However, the gang didn’t really notice, they were used to it.

“What is a balloons least favourite music?” (Y/N) asked, holding back laughter. At this sentence, the Veronica and Kevin had lost interest in their current conversation but instead more invested in the “friends” sat canoodling on the couch.

“What?” Jughead asked, rubbing his hand up and down his best friends back. Veronica and Kevin share a look.

“POP MUSIC!” (Y/N) burst into a fit of laughter, throwing her head back, tears streaming down her face.

Whilst (Y/N) and Jughead laughed at her joke, Veronica and Kevin both noticed the gleam in Jughead’s eyes as he watched his friend lose herself in a terrible joke. His face entranced by the girl sitting in his lap.

Veronica turns to Archie hitting his shoulder and Kevin doing the same to Betty making sure that both could watch the scene unfold.

As if on cue, Jughead wrapped his arms around (Y/N) and she gasped, “Juggie! You know that I’m ticklish!” She screamed as his hands found their way to her sides. (Y/N) started wriggling around on his lap, tears of laughter and small stops escaping her lips as she tried to pull herself away from his grasp.

Finally, Jughead stopped when her pleads got slightly louder and she began to push his arms off of her. “Jughead stop! Please!” She laughed and coughed at the same time.

At this point the whole gang, including Cheryl was watching the scene unfold, ready for a rare fight between the pair.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry love, here” Jughead worriedly apologised to the girl in front of him, unaware of the sets of eyes watching his every move.

And just like that, out of nowhere, Jughead leant forward and pressed a small but tender kiss to (Y/N)’s lips, as if apologising for taking things a bit too far.

“Jug, it’s okay! Of course I forgive you you fool, you were only tickling me!” She laughed softly, placing her delicate hands onto his cheeks and pulling him in for another brisk but loving kiss.

When they pulled away, Jughead grabbed his beanie off of the top of his head and placed it ever so gently on top of her tiny head.

“Okay, what the bloody hell was that?” Kevin yelled, confused at what he had just witnessed.

When Jughead and (Y/N) turned to face them, they saw the funniest sight, every single one of their friends had the jaws wide open, eyes gawking at the pair of them.

The two laughed uncontrollably.

“Can someone please explain what the hell is going on?” Archie asked.

“Wait, you guys are dating?!” Veronica yelled, a shocked expression spread across her face.

“Took you guys long enough” (Y/N) said as she placed a kiss on Jughead’s cheek.

“We-we just, oh my god!” Veronica grumbled and placed her head in her hands. “Okay let me get this straight, you guys are dating? Why didn’t you tell us?”

“You never asked,” Jughead stated simply.

“That’s because the last time someone assumed you guys were dating you threw the biggest hissy fit you who hating psychopath” Cheryl threw her hands up in the air, clearly frustrated with the pair.

“The last time somebody asked us if we were dating we were five years old. We got mad because at five years old boys have cooties and girls smell, come on guys!” (Y/N) laughed.

“So that’s why nobody has asked us why we are so cuddly?” The gang just shared embarrassed looks towards one another.

“We just didn’t want you guys to be uncomfortable” Betty whispered, breaking the silence.

“Well in that case, I think we’ve got a lot of PDA to make up for! What do you say snuggle bunny?” (Y/N) chuckled as she lifted Jughead’s chin and pressed a kiss to his lips, a more passionate and heated one at that.

“Get a room, preferably in a cave at the top of a snowy mountain, far, far away from me” Cheryl gagged and walked out, flicking her hair as she went.

“Okay I’m out” Archie picked up his books and left.

“Yeah, I liked it better when you guys didn’t do that!” Kevin grumbled as he covered his eyes and ran off.

“As happy as we are for you, B and I have, ummm, we have-“ Veronica nudged Betty, silently asking for help.

“-History, bye.” Betty grabbed Veronica’s hand and ran.

The pair laughed at their friend’s antics.

“I like this new PDA side of you (Y/N), it’s hot!” Jughead laughed, grabbing his girlfriend’s books and grasping her hand as they prepared to walk to class.

“Well there is plenty more where that came from, Snuggle bunny!” She laughed, nudging his shoulder, leaning her head against him as they strolled to class, no one even batting an eye at the pair. 

Just how they liked it.

A/N: Let me know what you guys thought and what I should write next!! :) 

#riverdale #riverdale imagines #jughead jones #riverdale jughead #jughead x reader #jughead imagine #jughead #archie andrews #veronica lodge #betty cooper #kevin keller #cheryl blossom

[jeontaeh]

〚SIX〛

"That doesn't make any sense, Jin."

"Well I'm saying it, so it does! Plus, Jimin agrees with me."

"Don't drag me in to this."

"What're you guys arguing about?" Jungkook asked, seated on the floor of Namjoon and Jin's dorm, Jimin beside him, Yoongi on a beanbag, Hoseok on a chair, Namjoon sitting on the floor against the bed, Jin and V on the bed.

"Owls. I'm saying they devour their prey whole, and these guys are saying I'm wrong. V can you search it up?" Jin asked, and V, who was looking at his phone, scoffed.

"Fuck no." V snapped, and Jin rolled his eyes and turned to Hoseok, who took his phone out to search it up.

"Yup. Owls fuckin'... absorb their preys whole." Hoseok said, looking petrified, and Jin grinned, causing V to roll his eyes in return.

"You guys are fucking fun. Why'd I come here?" V grumbled, and Jimin pursed his lips. "Oh come on, V. We're all hanging out. By the way- I heard that the new guy who joined last week is gonna try out for the football team."

"Well if he's any better than Jeon over here I'll take him," V snickered, and Jungkook glared at him. "Fuck off. I'm not that bad."

"Also, new kid? You mean that tall guy that's been hanging out with Jackson and his crew?" Yoongi asked, and Jimin nodded. "Yeah. He's named Yugyeom, I think."

"Sounds irrelevant." V said, and then took his phone and showed it to Jin. "This has to be fake, right? I mean there's no way her ass is actually this huge,"

"Are you talking about that picture Eka posted? Oh yeah, that's definitely photoshopped. Didn't you hook up with her a couple of days ago?" Namjoon asked.

V snickered. "No, haven't hooked up with her for a while."

"Oh.. but you had those scratches on your back the other day.. who'd you hook up with this time, V?" Jimin said with a sigh, and Jungkook gulped, looking at his phone, trying to pretend this didn't involve him.

V looked up, frowning a little. "No one. It doesn't matter."

"Ooh.. she's a secret girl. Now you've gotta tell us. Is it some nerd? A virgin? One of the cheerleader's? Jaebum's girlfriend, again?"

"I said it's no one, guys." V snapped, and Jin gasped. "Protecting her, are you? You're blushing, too! Does our V have a crush~?" Jin teased dramatically, poking his side.

"What? No I don't-" V tried, but Jungkook suddenly looked up, liked the view of V looking embarrassed and caught off guard.

"C'mon, V. You can tell us. Who's got you all blushy?" Jungkook asked with a smirk, and V glared at him.

"Shut up, Jeon." V snapped, but the boys continued teasing, and Jungkook giggled at the look on V's face, and then V suddenly smirked a little.

"I can't tell you who she was. But damn, was she desperate."

Jungkook's smile dropped. What.

The guys began snickering, so V continued, giving Jungkook a look. "Really horny, begging- practically. You should've seen her- she wanted it up her ass-"

"Woah, really? You know she's freaky if she likes anal." Yoongi joked, and the guys started laughing.

Jungkook was blushing wildly, and looked down at his phone again, gulping. The laughing died down, and V just smirked to himself.

"Let's go to dinner, it starts in 5 minutes. I heard we're getting pizza tonight," Hoseok said, and they all got up from their seats and headed for the door. Before V could leave, Jungkook grabbed his arm, pulling him back.

"What the fuck were you doing? I thought we weren't gonna talk about it!" Jungkook snapped, and V frowned.

"You're the one who brought it up in front of them. And I'm only telling the truth, Jeon." V said, pinching Jungkook's side, making him glare.

"Fuck you. I was not needy, and definitely wasn't 'begging'. If anything, you were the one who-" Jungkook started, reaching forward to whack him on the shoulder, but before he could, V grabbed his wrist, grabbing his waist by his other hand and pulled him closer.

"You better tone it down, babygirl. Or I'll have to bend you over my knee and spank you right here," V whispered into his ear, voice sweet and low, small smirk on his face.

Jungkook's eyes widened, cheeks turned pink, body stilled. "W-what?" He squeaked out, and V laughed at his expression.

"I'm kidding dude, chill out. Anyways, let's go." V said, and Jungkook nodded, gulping. What the fuck was that and why did it make Jungkook's stomach take approximately 18 somersaults?? Fuck.

///

The math teacher walked into the room full of rowdy teenagers looking more than annoyed. "Everyone quiet." She snapped, and everyone quietened and sat down because they knew better than to mess with Ms. Yang when she was angry.

Jungkook was sat in the side in the second row, picking on his nails, feeling more than nervous since they got results back for a test which wasn't too long ago. Jimin was sat next to him, looking a little nervous as well. Probably not as much as Jungkook, though.

"-so anyways, I told him that the whole idea was stupid. And you can imagine, him with his annoying fag friends had to say it out loud-" V said to Yoongi seated beside him, both sitting behind Jimin and Jungkook.

"V, I said be quiet." Ms. Yang snapped, and V gave her a look of annoyance and rolled his eyes when she wasn't looking, which made some girls giggle.

"I have your test results. Some of you did exceptionally well, like always. Some did better than usual. A lot of you still need to stop making silly mistakes." She said, taking out a pile of papers, a tense silence falling across the room.

"Jimin." She called out, and Jimin went up to the teacher and took his paper, looked at it, and then sighed, looking a little relieved.

Jungkook looked at him in question, and Jimin mouthed 93, and Jungkook scoffed. "Obviously." He whispered back, and Jimin giggled.

"Yoongi."

Yoongi went up, looked at the paper, pursed his lips in annoyance and then went back to his seat and sat down. Jimin looked at him, and Yoongi mumbled "72."

"That's not bad." Jungkook reassured, and Yoongi hummed. "V." The teacher called out after a few more names, and V got up grudgingly, walking over to her. He took the paper from her hands, looked at it, and then laughed.

"You've got to be kidding me," He snapped, and she looked at him sternly. "You left out half the questions, V."

"Yeah, because it's bullshit! Combinatronics isn't going to help me in real life." V snapped, and the teacher sighed.

"Look, V. Your grade is very low right now. If you don't get it up, it could be bad-"

"I don't care. Sports scholarships don't give a shit about maths," V grumbled, and then turned back around to sit down with a slump, scaring everyone around him. The teacher looked annoyed, and Jungkook just gave him a nervous glance, but V was too busy picking on the sides of the paper in anger.

"Jungkook." The teacher called out, and Jungkook got up and walked over to her, taking the paper from her hands, and then looking at it.

"89? Ms, I'm so close to an A+! Can't you just up my grade by one mark?" Jungkook asked, and Ms. Yang chuckled.

"You made silly mistakes, Jungkook. I told you, always go through your work." She said, and Jungkook huffed. "Can't I do something to get to the A+?? I tried really hard this year, I don't want an A." Jungkook said, and the teacher sighed, then looked to the side, and then back at him.

"V's your friend, right? How about this. You tutor him for a little-" The teacher started, and Jungkook's breath hitched. "Think of it like extra credit! If he does well, I'll boost your grade up too. If he doesn't, your grade won't get affected."

Jungkook sighed. "Fine, I'll do it. Thank you." Jungkook said quickly, and then turned around to walk over to V, but then saw some girl sitting on his table.

"Just come over, V. I'll tutor you, babe. You can repay me with your tongue, if you know what I mean." She giggled, and V snickered humourlessly.

"That's cute, Jennie. But I'm good. I don't give a shit about math anyway." He said, and Jennie pursed her lips and sighed, and then got up and walked away.

The bell rang, and everyone took their stuff to walk out. V left his math test on his desk, and Jungkook took a quick peek at it and saw 32%. Yikes.

He grabbed his stuff and rushed out of class, seeing V walking quickly down the hallway. Jungkook rushed up to him, and then grabbed his arm. "V-"

"Don't touch me," V snapped, and Jungkook removed his hand, and then V turned around, and saw Jungkook. "What?"

Jungkook knew he wasn't actually angry. He acted like this all the time. "Ms. Yang said you could use a tutor."

"Ms. Yang can go shove it up her ass."

"She's not that bad, y'know... Anyway- she said if I tutor you, it'd get my grade up too! So let's meet up after football practice? I'll come to your dorm with-" Jungkook started, and V scoffed.

"I don't need help in math, Jeon." V said, and Jungkook hugged, and then rushed in front of him to stop him from walking away.

"V! C'mon, this is better for both of us. Don't be so annoying- let's just-"

"Jeon, I swear to god- if you come to my room for any other reason than wanting to get fucked, I'll get really fucking angry, got it?" V snapped, and Jungkook paused, frown reaching his face.

Before Jungkook could snap back at him, V turned around and walked away, and Jungkook watched him shove some freshmen kid into the wall on his way out.

///

"Jungkook kick through the cones and then shoot-" The coach snapped, and Jungkook kicked the ball ahead with his feet, going slowly through the cones.

"Faster!" The coach snapped, and Jungkook groaned inwardly and started going through the spread out cones faster, and then in a haste kicked the ball, and saw it went like 4 yards away from the goal.

Jimin, who was goalkeeping, sighed. "Kook you've got to keep your foot straight."

"Sorry." Jungkook mumbled, walking away to go get the ball. He went over and picked the ball up, and then turned and saw V by the end of the cones.

Jungkook saw him rush in really fast, going past and through the cones like lightning, and then shoot the ball in right into the net before Jungkook could blink. Jimin tried getting it, but fell to the floor, gasping.

"Shit, that was good." Jimin said, and V laughed at his expression.

The coach blew a whistle. "Practice is over. Everyone hit the showers. Jungkook, come here." The coach said, and Jungkook sighed and walked over to the coach.

"Jungkook, you need to improve. I don't want to keep benching you." The coach said, and Jungkook nodded, head cowered a little.

"Yes sir. I just don't get any time to practice football outside this.." Jungkook mumbled, and then the coach looked behind him.

"Well, y'know- V comes every morning for an hour to practice-"

"He does??" Jungkook asked in shock, and the coach nodded. "Yes, so why don't you ask him to help you sometime. I'm sure he'd love to tutor you for football-"

"What- no, sir- I can't. I don't want to get tutored by... him. Can't I ask Jimin or something?" Jungkook asked, and then heard footsteps approaching him.

"What's going on?" V asked, and the coach placed his hand firmly on his shoulder. "V, you're going to help Jungkook practice for football."

"What? No- I don't want to. He's fine." V said quickly, and the coach glared at him, and V rolled his eyes. Jungkook pursed his lips in anger.

"You come here every morning to practice, just get Jungkook with you for a few days. Help him figure out his aim and how to dribble properly." The coach said, and Jungkook looked at V, who rolled his eyes.

"Yes sir." V mumbled, and then coach gave him a small smile and then walked off. V looked at Jungkook, who was looking away angrily.

"I'm only doing this because I'm captain and have to care about my team members or whatever. I would much rather die than have to spend an hour with you every morning." V snapped. Jungkook looked at him with anger.

"I don't wanna do this anymore than you do, dipshit! But if I have to get tutored by you, then you have to let me tutor you. Because I need to get my grade up, V, and you're not going to get in my way of me getting an A+." Jungkook growled.

"God, you're a nerd. Fine, I'll get tutored by your dumbass. Tomorrow. 5:30 am. On the field. If you're a minute late, I won't help you" V snapped, and Jungkook stepped close to him, eyes sneering.

"Fine. But tomorrow, 5:30 pm, library. If you're a minute late, you're stuck with that F." Jungkook snapped back, and then walked past him, towards the locker room.

"Jeon!" V called out, rushing up to him. Jungkook stopped and turned around. "You'll still suck me off in the showers, right?"

"Yeah." Jungkook said nonchalantly, and V grinned, slapping his lower back and then jogging off towards the locker room.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, sighing to himself. Give and take, he presumes.

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[nikoandartmixwell]

Be More Chill: Rich’s Origin Story Part 1

So, basically what started all of this is when I was listening to “The Squip Song” of the Be More Chill Soundtrack and I was wondering, “Hey, how did Rich get a SQUIP?” So, here’s my version of how Rich got a SQUIP (if there’s a canon version of this, then ignore it, because I haven’t heard of it). (Also, there will be multiple parts of this, so don’t freak out if it’s a cliffhanger.”

Be More Chill: Rich’s Origin Story Part 1

 It had been a couple months since The Play, and almost everyone had moved on. Sure, there was still the uneasy feelings left over, but for the most part, everyone was healing from it. All except for one.

 Richard Goranski was at his friend Jeremy’s house along with Jeremy’s friend, Michael. Rich was on Jeremy's couch watching Jeremy and Michael play video games on their beanbags. Jeremy and Michael’s friendship amazed Rich. They had such a connection; something Rich hadn't felt in a long time. Rich started to drift off into his own thoughts, until . . .

 “Rich?” Jeremy nudged Rich’s knee, “Rich, are you okay?”

 “What?” Rich snapped back to reality, “Oh, oh yeah, I'm okay.” He looked up at the screen and realized that it was on the main menu screen. Jer and Michael must've died or something.

 “Rich,” Jeremy took a deep breath, “Can I ask you something personal?”

 “Yeah. Shoot.” Richard couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness. What did Jer want?

 Jeremy set his controller down and turned around to face Rich. “How did you get your squip?”

 “You mean . . . how everything started?”

 “Yeah . . .” There was a hesitation in Jeremy’s voice, “ . . . how?”

 “ . . . and why?” Michael added.

 “Was it because you were . . . ?” Jeremy bit his lip.

 “It's alright,” Rich tried to play it off with a smile, “But it’s about time I–” Rich flinched. Jeremy and Michael both looked at Rich with concern in their faces. Rich noticed, “–sorry. My squid used to hurt me whenever I thought about it. This will take some getting used to.”

 Rich readjusted himself on the couch, took a deep breath, and began to tell the story:

 “Nobody noticed when I went to school freshman year. I was a complete loser. I only had one friend: Charlie Young. He was the reason I got a squip.

 You see, Charlie was from Japan. He transferred to our school in the middle of the year, and I was the only one who talked to him. We didn't have a lot in common, but we stuck together. We shared everything with each other. Classes. Food. Video games. You name it. However, we often stood on opposite grounds on certain topics. Exhibit A: Girls.

 Long story short; I liked girls, and Charlie did not. In fact, he wasn't interested in dating at all. I tried to talk to him into it a couple of times, but he never got into it freshman year.

 “There's no way you'll make me do it,” Charlie often laughed at the idea and shook his head, “It'll only distract me more.”

 “More?! What already distracts you now?”

 “You, ya dummy,” Charlie laughed and punched me in the shoulder. And that's how freshman year went.”

 Jeremy looked up at Rich. “It sounds like you had a great freshman year.”

 Rich couldn't help but shake his head. “It only lasted a few months, and having a friend didn't stop people from giving me swirlies and whatnot.

 I guess it all went downhill the moment Charlie noticed my daily doses of beatings. There was no way I could've known what would happen next.

 Turns out, Charlie knew where to get a squip. I remember our conversation like it was yesterday. We were at his house; I was trying to text some girl, and I was failing pretty bad. Charlie would usually laugh at me, but this time, he wasn't.

 I nudged him, “Dude, you okay?”

 Charlie just kinda sat there, with his arms crossed and this determined look on his face. Finally, after a few moments, he said, “Why didn't you tell me you were being bullied?”

 “I am not being bullied!” I said more defensively than I liked, “People just . . . don't like me.”

 “Yeah,” Charlie kept his stone cold gaze, “And they seem to like to do it with their fists.”

 “It's okay.” I paused. “Well, it's not okay, but it's not like there's anything I can do about it! They're all at least two feet taller than me.”

 Charlie didn't respond. He just played with the carpet strings on the floor. I lightly kicked him. “Dude, you okay?”

 Charlie ripped out a string and looked at it. Finally, he said, “I know what you can do.”

 I laughed, “You're not gonna tell me to ‘be confident and keep your chin up’, are you?”

 Charlie didn't laugh at all. “No, I'm not. Ever heard of a SQUIP?”

 “Dude, what's that?” I narrowed my eyes, “I'm not doing drugs.”

 “It's not drugs, Rich. My uncle works at a laboratory for computer science.”

 “For, like, those big corporations?”

 “ . . . no. He's independent.”

 “That's always a good sign. Very reliable.”

 “Haha,” Charlie’s sarcasm was evident, “Trust me. You won't regret listening to this. My uncle just created a new technology called a Super Quantum Intel Processor, or a SQUIP. It's this pill you take that has the quantum computer in it, and it travels through your blood and implants in your brain and it tells you what to do.”

 “Hey, I've heard this before!” Jeremy quipped up.

 “Shh! I'm telling a story!” Rich quickly shushed him and continued.

 “ “The only problem is that we're not sure what activates it.” Charlie said.

 “Awww,” I sighed, “How do you not know what turns it on? I feel like that would be a priority.”

 “That's still in development. I mean, we have all the super-computer stuff down, just not what initiates the sequence.”

 “That sounds super sketchy.”

 “Okay, but imagine what you could do with it!” Charlie stretched out his arms like he was looking at the entire world, “You could finally be cool! Be liked! Not be a weird nerd who gets good grades and has no friends!”

 “But we’re friends,” I pointed out.

 “Well, yeah, but imagine what we could do if we had more friends,” Charlie replied, “We could . . . we could . . . we could finally be normal teenagers who could go to normal parties and have normal lives without it being awkward! Don’t you see? We have to take this!”

 It was my turn to be quiet. “Oh.”

 Charlie turned to me. “What’s wrong?”

 “Are . . .” The words were caught in my throat, but I spat them out anyway, “. . . are you sick of me?”

 “What? No!” Charlie laughed, “That’s absurd . . .” Then he saw my face. “Oh . . . Rich . . . I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought it could help us to, y’know, finally be accepted.”

 I looked at him and gave him a sad smile, “You’re thinking too much. Besides, this is brand new technology. Who knows if it’s gonna backfire and kill us. And, I like you too much.”

 Charlie laughed again. “Really?”

 I smiled at him, “Really. You’re, like, my favorite person, and I don’t want anyone to tell you otherwise.”

 Charlie punched me, “Now you’re just being sappy.”

 “The things I do for you.” And we both sat there and laughed the rest of the night.”

#bmc #be more chill #be more chill musical #fanfiction #fanfic #bmc rich #be more chill rich #richard goranski #bmc jeremy #bmc michael #be more chill squip #squip #bmc squip #super quantum intel processor #bmc fanfic #jeremy heere #michael mell

[caslikescoffeeandfreckles]

So yesterday was @wanderingcas birthday and she mentioned a few days ago that she wanted me to write a femslash version of her amazing fic, Passing Ships, so I wrote the first half of chapter two :)

Happy birthday, Sam! Love you!

Deanna finally eases off the gas as they enter the school zone and Cas stares almost in awe as the building comes into view. It’s nicer than she expected, almost homey with its white-washed bricks and Victorian windows laced with the not-yet shriveled vines of summer. There’s evidence of a beautiful garden during warmer seasons and an expansive field of grass surrounding the whole property.

It’s like no school Cas has ever seen and she shares her thoughts with Deanna. 

“It’s a Montessori school,” Deanna explains as she parks the car. “Lots of funding, super fancy. I probably wouldn’t even have this job if Sam’s wife’s sister hadn’t taught music here.”

“What do you teach?” Cas asks.

“First grade.”

Cas almost smiles at memories of Claire in first grade, with her blonde pigtails and Barbie backpack.

“Well, see you in seven hours,” Deanna says as she opens the car door 

Cas scrambles out of the passenger door. “I’m coming too.”

Deanna squawks like that’s the funniest thing she’s ever heard. “The hell you are.”

“I have to be able to observe you,” Cas says as she trails after the blonde. “There was no point in me coming here with you if I can’t even see you.”

“Then I guess you should just hitch a ride back to… wherever the hell cupids stay.” Deanna waves a noncommittal hand. “Whatever. See ya later!”

She’s just about to open the front door when Cas barks, “Deanna. My orders are to understand what is preventing your soulmate connection. In order to do that, I must be allowed to observe you in your day-to-day activities. This is Heaven’s will and I am going to follow my instructions to the best of my ability, so I am coming into this school.”

Cas can hear Deanna’s strained exhale before the woman turns around, lips pursed. There’s still fight in her eyes but she just closes them and sighs again. “Fine,” she grits and points a finger at Cas. “But you don’t say a word, got it? Nothing about this soulmate bullshit. This is my job, and if you get me fired, Heaven will have hell to pay.”

Cas nods once. “I understand.”

Deanna just rolls her eyes and yanks the door open before impatiently gesturing Cas through.

Deanna is greeted by several people as they navigate the barren halls of the school. Their smiles are easy and a few even pause to offer more than a “hi” and it’s obvious to Cas that Deanna is well-liked. And given the ease in which Deanna laughs and high-fives the kids, Cas can tell Deanna is comfortable here, that she enjoys her coworkers and being in this building. 

She scribbles that in her notebook.

They continue to Deanna’s classroom, which is brightly decorated with posters of literary classics ranging from “The Great Gatsby” to “Anna Karenina.” Masterpieces far beyond the years of her first graders but Cas suspects these are the stories Deanna personally favors. She can imagine a young Deanna searching out these tales in dusty libraries and devouring the words over lunch.

“Okay, you,” Deanna says, gesturing to Cas, “sit here.” She’s moving a chair into the corner of the classroom next to what looks to be a designated reading area with little chairs and beanbags stuffed between baskets of picture books. “Do not move, do not speak.”

Cas takes her seat and she wants to retort but then children start filing in and she shuts her mouth.

“’Morning, Miss Winchester,” a little boy greets.

Deanna turns with a bright smile. “Good morning, Tyler! Rocking some new shoes, I see.”

“These ones light up!”

“No way! You gotta show me!”

The children keep coming and Deanna greets each one individually, occasionally pausing to button a shirt or tying up a girl’s hair when she complains that it’s in her face.

Cas watches this silently, trying to draw as little attention to herself as possible. But it’s hard to avoid the hyper-observant eyes of six-year-olds. She feels their stares as they find their way to their desks and offers small smiles in return. Some smile back; some frown.

“Miss Winchester, who is that?” a little redhead asks once everyone is in their seats and Deanna is calling for their attention.

Deanna’s smile tightens for a heartbeat as she meets Cas’s eyes. “That’s a great question, Alexa. Class, this is Miss Cas,” she explains cheerfully. “Miss Cas is here to watch me… teach. Say hello, you guys. 

“Hello, Miss Cas,” the class choruses.

“It’s very important that we don’t distract Miss Cas from her job, so keep your eyes up here.”

The first part of the day goes by fairly smooth. There are, of course, a few kids who can’t resist looking back at Cas as Deanna teaches, and Deanna has to call for their attention, which always results in Cas receiving an impatient glance. 

Then it’s time for recess and Deanna wrangles the kids down the hall and out back to the playground. She sits on a bench and tells Cas to do the same.

“You’re a good teacher,” Cas says. “They like listening to you.”

“That’s because they still think I’m the cool teacher,” Deanna laughs.

“The cool teacher?”

“Yeah, because I drive a loud car and wear a leather jacket. Even first graders know what badass is.”

Cas gets the sense that Deanna is half-joking but chooses not to ask. “You like children.”

“Wouldn’t be a teacher if I didn’t.”

“Do you want your own?”

Deanna squints. “Are you a dating app now or something?”

Cas shrugs. “Just asking questions.”

“Mmhmm,” Deanna hums dubiously. “Look, I’m not-”

“Miss Winchester!” a little boy calls. “Tanner won’t share the basketball!”

Deanna rolls her eyes. “Kids.” She gets to her feet and points at Cas. “You don’t move. And no talking!”

But the second Deanna is gone, Cas is swarmed by a group of children.

“Hello,” she says slowly.

“Are you Miss Winchester’s friend?”

“Are you her girlfriend?”

“Do you need to comb your hair? My mommy can help you; she does mine every day.” 

“You’re pretty.”

“Where are you from?” 

Cas tenses, eyes flicking between each child and then to Deanna who has her back to them, arguing with a little boy holding a basketball.

“I am her… acquaintance,” Cas answers after a moment of consideration. “We are not romantically involved. That is a kind offer, but I will manage my hair on my own. Thank you. I am from Heaven.”

The children gasp. “Are you an angel?”

“Yes.”

“Are you Miss Winchester’s guardian angel?”

Cas feels a strange pressure behind her eyes and she’s unable to respond.

“Miss Cas?” the redhead — Alexa — asks. She rests a small hand on Cas’s leg. “Are you okay?”

The gesture reminds her of Claire, the way she would always notice when something was wrong with Cas, usually after Cas had been to Heaven and was reprimanded for acting too “maternal.”

It’s gonna be okay, Cee Cee. You’ll always have me.

“Miss Cas?” 

Cas looks up into the worried eyes of Alexa. She takes a deep breath. “No. Not anymore.”

“Did you quit?”

“No. I was demoted for failing to follow orders.”

“What orders?”

“That is classified information.”

“Can you still fly?” a little boy asks a little too loudly.

“No.” 

“Why not?”

“When I was demoted, I was stripped of most of my grace. I can no longer use my wings.” 

Another gasp, this time outraged. “They took your grace?”

“Does that mean your halo is gone?”

Cas tilts her head. “I don’t have a halo.”

“We can fix it!” Alexa cries. “Come with us, Miss Cas!”

*****

“If I see you standing on the swings again, you’re banned for the rest of the year.”

The boy in front of Deanna bows his head. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay.” Deanna ruffles his hair. “Now go back to playing. And be safe.”

He takes off and Deanna sighs. What is it with kids always trying to kill themselves?

“Hey, nerd.”

Deanna turns around and casts a tired smile at Charlie. “They still let you outside?”

Charlie scoffs. “They can’t tame me.”

“What are you doing out here?”

“Gonna have our last chalk day before the weather gets too cold,” Charlie says, gesturing to the pavement marked with rainbow doodles. “Hey, where’s your shadow?”

“Who?”

“The hot chick that’s been following you around all day! I heard that she’s like observing your class or something?”

Deanna’s stomach twists. “Word travels fast, huh?” 

“It’s an elementary school. Kids don’t keep secrets. So what’s the deal?”

“It’s nothing. Just a student from the community college. They sent her to watch me, so she can, ya know, see what’s it like, ask questions.”

Okay… But if she’s supposed to be learning from you shouldn’t she, like, be with you?”

Deanna gestures over her shoulder. “I left her by the door while I dealt with some kids.”

Charlie looks around Deanna and her brows lift. “Did you teach her to be invisible?”

“Huh?” Deanna spins around and- goddammit! “Shit,” she curses under her breath. “Where did she go?”

“Chill dude. She’s probably just touring the playground.”

“I gotta go find her, Charlie, I, ugh, I’ll talk to you later!”

Deanna takes off past the swings and the jungle gym. She checks the basketball court and the tire swing but can’t find the angel anywhere. And to make things worse, Deanna realizes there’s a good chunk of her students missing too.

“Cas, I swear to God-”

“Wait, Miss Cas, hold still!” 

Deanna’s head snaps around and she follows the voice toward the garden. It’s on the verge of death with the autumn air settling, but there’s still some dahlia and sternbergia that the fourth grade class planted.

Right next to the brightly colored bushes Deanna finds the angel and a fourth of her students. They’re sitting around Cas, a number of them with their hands on the angel’s head and Deanna frowns as she gets closer.

“Hey!” she calls and they all startle. “What’s going on over here?”

Alexa has a gummy smile splitting her face. “We gave Miss Cas her halo back!” she declares and the children move away. 

Cas is sitting there in the grass, long dark hair thrown all around her shoulders and there’s a string of yellow and purple flowers adorning her head. She blinks up at Deanna, blue eyes big and soft and all the air in Deanna’s lungs promptly vanishes. All she can do is stare for a long moment as her students beam.

“Doesn’t she look pretty, Miss Winchester?” Alyssa asks.

“Ugh, yeah, guys,” Deanna croaks, because wow it’s suddenly hard to talk. “G-good job.”

“She looks like a real angel!”

The words strike Deanna like cold water and the trance is broken. Her eyes harden on Cas. “An angel, huh?” Cas looks down to her lap. “Hey, kiddos, why don’t you head up to the doors? It’s almost time for lunch.”

“Okay!”

“Bye Miss Cas!”

“See ya later!”

“Don’t break it again,” Alexa warns before following her fellow students up to the building.

Deanna crosses her arms and Cas hesitates before climbing to her feet. “What happened to not talking?”

“They were asking me questions. It would have been rude to just ignore them,” Cas defends herself. 

“And telling them you were an angel? Was that also for the sake of manners?”

“I don’t like lying.”

It’s hard to take Cas seriously when she’s standing there with a flower crown on her head. She might be millennia years old with infinite knowledge and power but she looks like a living Snapchat filter. Or worse, like she’s going to Coachella. It almost makes Deanna smile.

The bell sounds then and Deanna rolls her eyes. “Okay, come on. We have to get them to lunch and then we are having a talk.” 

Cas opens her mouth as if to argue but settles for sulking as they walk up to meet the kids.

*****

Deanna leads the class single-file back into the school and to the cafeteria. She waits until they’re all in the lunch line before gesturing for Cas to follow her to the teacher’s lounge. She sits at the round table as Deanna fishes out her wallet and feeds a few bills into the vending machine.

She returns a moment later with a bag of chips and a Pop-Tart and Cas can’t help but screw up her nose. “What?” Deanna snaps.

“That is not a nutritiously balanced meal,” Cas says.

“Yeah, well I didn’t have time to pack a decent lunch this morning because a certain angel decided to show up at six a.m. and harass me about my love life,” Deanna deadpans as she opens her Pop-Tart. 

“My intention is not to harass you,” Cas says, her chin tilting up. “I want to help you connect with your soulmate.”

“We agreed on no angel talk. You broke the deal.”

“I agreed to not reveal that I am your cupid,” Cas amends stubbornly. “Which I did not.”

“Cas, now this whole school is going to know I have an angel following me!”

Cas squints. “Is it truly such a bad thing, in human culture, to be associated with an angel?”

Deanna chews and thinks. “It’s not… bad. It’s just- it makes everything more complicated.”

“I am not here to complicate your life, Deanna.”

“Following me around all day is a bit complicating, Cas. Not to mention uncomfortable.” Deanna spreads her hands. “What’s the deal with this observation shit anyway? Like what could you possibly learn from my job that has anything to do with my ability to establish a soulmate bond?”

Cas opens her mouth to respond but doesn’t have a ready answer. Because she’s tired and doesn’t fully understand this process either. But she doubts an “I don’t know” would satisfy Deanna Winchester. “I think it is simply for me to get a better understanding of the kind of person you are.”

Deanna leans back in her chair, unimpressed. “You know what I think? I think this whole soulmate thing is bullshit. I think ‘observing’ me is just your way of making sure I don’t bolt.”

There’s an argument weighing on the tip of Cas’s tongue, one she’s tired of having with this insufferable human, but then Deanna is smiling and its predatory edge gives Cas pause.

“Or maybe it’s just an excuse for you to stare at my ass all day.”

Cas’s brows draw together. “I don’t see how observing your rear-end would help my mission.”

Deanna moves swiftly, stealing the seat next to Cas and spreading out so their thighs are touching. “Isn’t there some sort of physical compatibility component in all this soulmate nonsense? I mean, wouldn’t it make sense to make sure I even have the goods Lisa is looking for?”

It’s almost dizzying having Deanna lean into Cas’s space like this. She gazes into dazzling green eyes that slowly sweep across Cas’s eyes, zeroing in on her lips even as Deanna wets her own. It takes a great amount of will power for Cas to look up. “You’re flirting with me to make me uncomfortable.” 

Deann’s fingers move carefully through Cas’s hair, stroking the angel’s cheek ever so gently as she pushes a few strands out of her face. “Or maybe I’m flirting with you because I think you’re hot.”

But Cas knows better. “You’re using sex to try to scare me away.” 

They stare into each other’s eyes for a long moment, Deanna’s hand still hovering near Cas’s face, knees bumping together. Then Deanna sighs and leans back. “Even your mind has a chastity belt.”

Deanna moves back into her chair across the table and Cas tries not to act like her heart is beating out of her chest. “There is nothing I will allow to distract me from my mission.” 

Deanna picks up her Pop-Tart and takes a bite. Her smile is challenging. “We’ll see.”

#sam this was so hard ur lucky i love u #wanderingcas #destiel #fem!destiel #femslash #au #mine #lol kinda #writing fanfic of fanfic is crazy omg #i hope i did your story justice Sam

[athenadcvell]

Also, I heard u were looking for requests. May I ask for a NatSharon and Stucky HS AU? Thank you!!!!!

It can be DC or Marvel, just send me a prompt, and I’ll write it. If you just want a pairing, send that, relationship can be whatever (platonic, love, etc.). I don’t do smut cause I’m too awkward, and if you send me pedophile or incest shit, chances are I’ll block you. Ask away!It can be DC or Marvel, just send me a prompt, and I’ll write it. If you just want a pairing, send that, relationship can be whatever (platonic, love, etc.). I don’t do smut cause I’m too awkward, and if you send me pedophile or incest shit, chances are I’ll block you. Ask away!Note: @crazyfangirl932 sorry this took so long! Not my best work (I wrote this while in a cramped seat next my toddler brother on a 12 hour flight) but I hope you still enjoy!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,525

—-

Bucky can’t help but laugh as he watches his friend pace back and forth in her dorm room. He doesn’t get the privelege of seeing this particular individual nervous very often, however, the few times like this are always a pleasant treat. 

The students of Avengers High School have been let out for the day, and the two of them had headed back to the dorm rooms shared by all the students of the high school. 

“Barnes,” Natasha’s chilling emerald eyes snap up. “Shut up.”

Bucky only laughs, again, his own eyes lighting up with amusement. “I didn’t say anything,” He holds his hands up innocently. 

“I can hear the teasing. It’s not funny.”

Bucky snorts, holding back a laugh. He’s too scared to test her patience at the moment, considering he’s been doing exactly that since school was let out. 

“So, were you this nervous when I asked you out?” Bucky asks instead, leaning his elbows on his knees.  Natasha slowly exhales through her nostrils, keeping her calm as best as she can. She can only remember the times when Bucky was just the quiet, emo looking kid in her math class who followed around the captain of the football team. Oh how she regrets ever introducing herself to him. 

A snarky reply is on the tip of the redhead’s tongue as the floorboard’s shift and creak beneath someone’s weight. Both teens snap towards the doorway, their caution slipping away as Steve peeks his head in. 

“Hey, guys,"  He smiles warmly at his friends, walking over to the bed where Bucky sits. 

"Hey, punk,” Bucky grins and leans up for a kiss. Natasha narrows her eyes at the two of them.

“Steve,” The blonde abruptly pulls away from the kiss, his hand lingering on Bucky’s cheek. “Tell your boyfriend to leave or he’s going to lose a limb. Again.”

“O-kay,” Steve says slowly, chuckling nervously at the violent bickering. “What’s going on?”

“Nat’s nervous because of her date with Sharon tonight,” Bucky informs him, clearly finding the whole situation amusing. Steve doesn’t share the amusement, but instead, shock. 

“Sharon asked you out?” He exclaims, the O shape of his mouth forming into a smile. “Nat, that’s great! … Right?”

“I mean, yeah, whatever,” Natasha shrugs carelessly, attempting to play it off as nothing. Bucky sees through her and bursts out laughing, only testing her patience to a further extent. 

“She’s been pacing ever since we got back from school.”

“No I haven’t.”

“Romanoff, who are you fooling?”

“Nobody, I’m assuming,” Steve and Bucky both jump in surprise as Clint pops his head up from underneath a pile of blankets thrown on a beanbag chair. Seeing the shocked glances the couple are giving him, and the eye roll from his best friend, Clint straightens up and changes his answer. “Or… everybody?”

“Wh-what… How did you… how long were in there?” Steve stutters in disbelief. Clint yawns and stretches, scratching the back his head. 

“I dunno. I came here at the beginning of lunch to take a nap–”

“In my room?”

“You have the soft blankets that feel like clouds!” Clint argues defensively, motioning to the heaping pile of shawls and quilts laying in his lap. “So, what’d I miss?”

“The entire school day.”

“Principle Fury is going to have your ass.”

“Sharon asked Natasha out.”

“Someone asked Romanoff out?” Natasha groans as another person enters her bedroom. It’s her fault, really, for not locking the door. Then again, she assumed her friends had the decency to knock rather than just barge into her dorm whenever they felt like it. 

Tony jumps on the other end of the beanbag chair, knocking Clint half a foot into the air. “How is this possible? I thought everyone in our school had run in fear from the wrath of your scrutinizing gaze?”

“Very funny,” Natasha laughs dryly, crossing her leather clad arms tightly. “Fine. If you all must know, Sharon Carter asked me out after seventh period. We’re going to watch to a movie tonight, and honestly, Barnes is an asshole and is making it into a much bigger deal,” Bucky snorts, laying his chin on Steve’s shoulder. 

“I’m a supportive friend.”

“Asshole, friend, same thing,” Natasha shrugs, flicking a strand of fiery hair out of her eyes. Tony raises a brow at the two of them, a comment on the tip of his tongue. Then again, Tony Stark is rarely ever left at a loss for words. 

“Wait, so let me get this straight,” He holds his hands out, arching a brow. Steve sighs quietly, already know he’s not going to like the billionaire teenager’s next words. “Rogers is dating Romanoff’s ex,” He motions to Bucky and Steve. “And Romanoff is going on a date with Roger’s ex. And this isn’t the least bit awkward for either party?”

“Sharon and I never really… dated,” Steve becomes flustered at the subject. He knew he wasn’t going to like it. “I-I mean, we weren’t even ever a couple. We hardly- I mean, not hardly, but–”

“We get it, babe,” Bucky pats his hand to allow Steve to stop. The blonde clears his throat and nods, fiddling with the sleeves of his Avengers High Letterman. 

“Aww, look, Stark, you made Cap nervous,” Clint laughs through a mouthful of day old fries he had found on Natasha’s desk. 

“Mission accomplished,” Tony smirks. Natasha raises a single brow at the sarcastic teen, deciding to target her verbal attack at a new individual. 

“And what about you, Tony?” She asks with mock sweetness. “How’s your love life? Still crushing on that popular cheerleader; what’s her name again?”

“Virginia Potts,” Steve responds, smiling as he sees Tony’s smirk begin to vanish. 

“She goes by Pepper,” Tony grumbles. “And I see what you’re doing. Point made.”

“Good,” Natasha nods, motioning to the door. “Now, if that’s all, I’d appreciate it if you were to all leave. I have a date to get ready for.”

“Can I stay? I’m still eating,” Clint asks, already sinking back into the beanbag chair, the mountain of blankets fully masking him. Natasha shrugs, struggling to shove Steve and Bucky off the bed. 

“Remember, don’t sleep with her on the first date!” Tony calls as he makes a quick escape, barely managing to dodge the shoe chucked in his direction. 

—-

“Last night was fun,” Sharon leans against Natasha’s locker, smiling as she clutches her books against her chest. 

“Well, if it was fun, then let’s do it again sometime,” Natasha replies without a beat, sliding a textbook out of the metal compartments. Sharon laughs in surprise. 

“Natasha Romanoff, are you asking me on a second date?" 

"I might be,” Natasha smirks. “What do you say?”

“I say,” Sharon leans in closer, a smile playing on her lips. “I will. At a cost, though.”

“Deal,” The red headed teen breaks the small space between them, giving her new girlfriend a short but sweet kiss. Natasha pulls away after a moment, feeling a pair of eyes on them. Quite a few, to be exact. 

Natasha Romanoff isn’t exactly known in AHS as someone who’s open to relationships. She’s closed off and generally cold to those she isn’t familiar with. The last person who managed to break past her baracade was Bucky, however, things didn’t exactly work out with them. Now, however, it seems a new love interest has entered the teenagers’s life. 

“I’ve gotta get to class– P.E with Ms. May,” Sharon sighs, jabbing a thumb behind her. 

“I’ll see you later?” Natasha asks hopefully. Sharon smirks, nodding. 

“I’m counting on it,” Sharon waves her fingers as she walks away, sauntering off to class before the bell goes off. 

“Yo, Nat!” The pair of eyes gains a voice, Sam jogging up to his friend. 

“Hey, Wilson.”

“Did I just see you kissing Sharon Carter?” He grins, leaning against the spot the blonde had been a moment ago. “Nice.”

“Alright, whatever,” Natasha laughs, unable to hold back a genuine smile. “Ready to go to Chemistry?”

“Ugh,” Sam groans, throwing head back. “Don’t remind me. I don’t know how much time I can spend listening to Stephen and Tony argue over the stupidest shit before I pour some acid on myself.”

“It’s alright,” Natasha shrugs as they begin walking, dodging several students walking to their classes. “If they get too annoying, I’ll poor acid on them myself.”

The two of them walk into the bustling Chemistry class, where Tony and Stephen had already begun arguing over something that was most likely meaningless. 

The bell lets out it’s shrill ring, the students scrambling to take their seats before the teacher walks in. However, before class can officially begin, the overhead speakers switch on. 

“This is Principle Fury,” Nick Fury’s voice echoes throughout the school. There’s an edge in his tone as he speaks. “Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, and Thor Odinson, please report to my office. Immediately.”

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