#i’m not trying find out what tispy and drunk feels like though

[yourlocalmaraudersbabe]

Helloooo! How are you? I really like your fics! <3 Can i request some headcanons for young!Sirius? Or maybe kid!Sirius? How do you think he was like? What if he and Y/n were best friends? Would he go to her for comfort when his parents are nasty with him? Sorry for my horrible English🤡 still struggling with it.. (maybe that's why i read so many fics😂) Best wishes!

“I'm starting to think that we deserve each other”

Summary: Headcanons of Sirius and eventually confessing feelings

Pairing: Sirius x Muggleborn!reader (it’s literally mentioned like one time)

Warnings: swearing, angst, parent/family issues (?)

A/N: Ahh hi anon! Thanks so much for sending this in, I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it :)))) Ahhh but this was also a little different style of writing than I usually do so let me know how you guys feel about it! I’m also just like, obviously in love with Sirius Black so um, they get into a little bit at the end and confess some things :=) Ooo, as always, send me an ask if you’d like to be added to my taglist! I also should let you know that I wrote this very late at night so the logistics and grammar might be shit

Word Count: 2054

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It was well known throughout your first years at Hogwarts that you and Sirius did not get along. He honestly annoyed the shit out of you everyday. He came from a rich pureblood family and you were a muggleborn, so anyone could see how the two of you clashed there.

All of the professors were completely done with you and Sirius’s antics. It started off with Sirius somehow managing to turn your hair green during the first flying lesson that the Gryffindors had. “Hey y/n, your hair is amazing! Didn’t think you could pull off the green!” a peer had spoken to you just before mounting your broom.

Sirius broke out into a nearly uncontrollable laughter and got a detention for it. But of course, none of that stopped you from getting back at him. Even just the simplest of pranks had gotten the job done.

There was one prank at the start of second year that earned you and Sirius a month’s worth of detention with Slughorn. He basically had the two of you as his personal assistants. It was honestly torture. But there were moments when he would step away from his classroom to talk to another professor, or slip away into his office to plan the next day’s lesson, and it would leave you and Sirius alone.

The two of you gave in and finally had a conversation with each other. It wasn’t much and it was very awkward, but seeing as this was your first day out of a month’s long sentence of detention, someone to talk with didn’t sound too bad.

And that was what blossomed a very chaotic friendship between the two of you. Having to suffer together was what drew the connection. You two eventually planned your own little pranks against other people.

Despite everything in your younger years of being at Hogwarts, Sirius was your closest friend. You could maybe go as far as to call him your best friend, but you’d never say that to his face, it’d add to his already huge ego.

You ate nearly every meal with him. You’d practically drag him into the library to study. He mentioned something about doing well in school for his parents, so that’s what you’d help him with.

Though the two of you quickly learned that it’s very hard to focus in each other’s presence.

You taught him how to braid hair. He practiced using yours. “Would you stay still, y/n?”

“I’m trying! You’re the one yanking me back and forth, Sirius.”

From that point after, you’d sit in between his legs on the floor as he sat on the couch.

He got you sucked into quidditch and nearly got you to try out for the team. “I think it’d be fun having you on the team!”

“I think that’s your way of saying you want to spend more time with me.”

“Of course,” SIrius shook his head no.

One day he saw someone in the hall walk by with eyeliner and he demanded that the two of you try putting it on yourselves.

This ultimately got you in trouble for staying up way too late, laughing at how silly you both looked in the prefect bathrooms. Lily would allow you in saying “This is going to get my badge taken from me, I swear.”

You two eventually got back to studying after Sirius received some notes from his parents.

You caught on quickly that he didn’t have the best relationship regarding his family.

It was actually a little difficult being friends with Sirius at first. It was very hard for him to just be vulnerable and talk, but by fourth year, you understood where he came from and didn’t push for anything. You listened to him the very few times when he would make small little notes of his family, or talked about his brother while passing him in the hall.

Your conversations were more so filled with random things that only really made sense to the two of you. Any outsider would’ve thought you two were completely crazy.

By fifth year, you were looking at Sirius in a whole different light and you hated it. You wanted to be way more than friends and didn’t know what to do with yourself. You started to avoid him. This was the worst and best decision ever. It’s still debatable.

While the rest of your friends were taking a little day to Hogsmeade, and while you were still on a streak of pretty much avoiding Sirius, you slipped off from the courtyard, taking a less used corridor towards the library.

Here, you found Sirius with his shoulders shaking, head in his hands, and your heart shattered. If you were feeling this, you couldn’t even begin to imagine what he must feel like. He didn’t pay any mind to his surroundings until you slid down the wall next to him, placing your hand on his shoulder.

He didn’t even have to look to know that it was you. He leaned into your shoulder while you brought your arm around him, quiet sobs escaping from his body.

He always kept parts of him, especially these emotions so closed off, that it honestly was a little surprising to see him like this. “Sere, tell me what’s wrong,” you whispered.

“I- um, it’s nothing. I just got a letter from home and it’s-” he broke down again.

At this point you let your legs stretch in front of you. He was still under your arms until he just let himself go. He let himself feel. And relax. And he understood that it’s okay to cry. And be vulnerable. And that you were safe to talk to about anything. He hugged you full on. He clung on tight as he cried. And man, you were fucked. This wasn’t helping any sort of feelings you were trying to suppress by being here in his presence. It honestly nearly broke you. You wanted to cry for him. Scream for him. Go off on his parents for him. You wanted to protect him from all that could ever hurt him this way.

He talked about everything that has happened up until the letter and stammered off his explanation with one final point. “A-and I’ve missed spending time with you. It’s like you’ve been avoiding me,” he mumbled into the thick air. He was laying down against you with your fingers in his hair. “It’s like I- I’m missing a part of me. Like we’re so close I couldn’t possibly imagine my life without you.”

You stumbled over your words, trying to find out what to say. ‘If only he knew’ you wanted to groan out into the air. “I’m sorry,” was all you could say, tears stinging your eyes while you blinked them back, hugging him tightly.

From that moment, the two of you had bought bracelets at Hogsmeade and spelled them to change a certain color for when the other wanted to talk, or simply just needed to be with the other. They were simple fabric ones, something you both liked and wore everyday.

Most of the time Sirius came to talk to you about his parents. Which was new considering he was a little closed off before.

You were there if he needed to cry. You would hold him if he needed a hug. You would laugh with him when he didn’t want to be the only one. You were there for him for everything.

There was one night that was really bad. His parents basically sent a letter saying not to come home in the future. You were supposed to meet him in the library yet he wasn’t there.

After asking around, you found him in the Gryffindor common room when it was far too late for you to even be out. His face was tear stained and his eyes were an irritated pink. Though he didn’t seek you in the first place, he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, burying himself in your comfort.

By sixth year it was supposedly “Painfully obvious you two were basically in love with each other” Remus would say every time you gave up a library visit to be with Sirius. Or James would very blatantly leave you both to carry out specific parts of a prank together. Lily would just leave you and Sirius alone together whenever she got the chance, really.

One particular Gryffindor win for Sirius was crashed by some Slytherins who came without any good intentions. It was soon discovered that there was veritaserum in the drinks that, of course, you and your friends had already enjoyed.

All of this prompted you to leave the party. You left with a big group of people, Remus, James, Peter, Lily, Mary, Marlene, all off to the grounds, trying to avoid any trouble. You stayed back with Remus and Sirius while the rest walked ahead, talking about the most random of things, like how Remus wants to ride a unicorn. He eventually sped up with the rest of the group, claiming he was going to ride a unicorn, properly drunk. “Mhm, yeah. You go have fun with that Remus,” Sirius called to him as he stumbled ahead.

You and Sirius couldn’t go as far as to say you were drunk, but definitely tispy. You walked over to a small tree and sat yourself under it, laying back against it. Sirius did the same thing except he leaned his head on your shoulder and you leaned yours on top of his. It was a sweet moment as he mindlessly played with a thread hanging from your robes.

The veritaserum didn’t bother the two of you much, you were honest with each other most of the time anyways. Well, it didn’t bother you much until Regulus and a few of his friends stood over you, making fun of how close you and Sirius were. You kept your mouths shut for as long as you could. “What it’s not like you like each other. Do you, Sirius?” Regulus pushed.

“I actually like y/n a lot. She’s always there for me and—” Sirius slapped his hand over his mouth, eyes wide.

“Hmm, and I don't suppose you feel the same way, y/n?”“

“I have feelings for Sirius,” you blurted out right as Regulus and his friends walked away.

Sirius looked over to you, smiling like an idiot. You leaned your head back against the tree, covering your face with your hands just before he pulled them away. He squeezed them in a comforting manner and asked why you hadn’t said anything before. “Because you’re such a great person, like you deserve the world and I don’t think I’d be enough a-and I hate that people keep asking questions because I’m on this stupid veritaserum that’s making me look like an idiot

He cut you off with a kiss, effectively shutting you up. The kiss was rushed at first before turning into something exploding with passion that you didn’t even know you needed until now.

“Well, you’re a beautiful idiot. Because, as said before,” he mumbled the last part, returning to his normal tone of voice. “I like you too. A-and I guess that you could tell me that I’m an idiot because—”

“Why didn’t you tell me you liked me, Sirius?”

“My entire life is a mess and I have too many problems and you’re always there for me to begin with, I’d take up too much of your time if we actually ended up dating. And you’re perfect and I look like absolute shit all the time. Just as you said you deserve the world but as I’m saying all this, I’m starting to think,” he trailed off searching your eyes for words. “I'm starting to think that we deserve each other,” he finished in a soft voice.

“I think we deserve each other too,” you grabbed his face gently, kissing him.

That night is now the day you and Sirius started dating, one of the most memorable days of your lives.

You never left breakfast in the Great Hall without stealing a kiss.

Or a piece of bacon from his plate.

There’d be some nights where you could sneak away and fall asleep with him peacefully and everything seemed alright.

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[hellishvu]

Imagine BTS (hyung line): when they are drunk

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol / drunk behavior

Author’s Note: holy moly i actually posted? me? vu? posting in the year 2020? impossible! i decided a imagine would be the best way to get back into posting. i for some reason was trying to write big stories to get back into posting??? makes no sense my brain? but enjoy this! i’ve had this idea for some time!! love you <33333

Kim Namjoon: <3

Namjoon enjoys a classic drink or two, like when you two celebrate a win but sometimes it’s difficult since there are too many wins to count. You cheered with Namjoon as you two held the glass of celebration. Thoughout the night many glasses were cheered.

“I-I am very drunk.” Namjoon slurred on his words in the fancy restaurant. It wasn’t embarrassing for you, you found it enjoyable seeing Namjoon let loose.

“I can tell Namjoon.” You snickered when you held his hand across the table, seeing him take another sip of his wine. “You’re still pretty though.”

Soon enough you saw Namjoon wide eyes teary while you sprinted to action. “Why are you crying baby?” Asking he started to cry more.

“You love me. I’m so happy you do.” You chuckle caressing his hand still. Namjoon wipes his tears, he won’t remember what happened here but it will be safe in your heart.

“C-can you give me a piggyback?” Namjoon slurrs again finishing another cup of wine. You nod before responding “Is that all you want?”

“Snacks... like chips... kisses.. and cuddles.” Namjoon pouts, seeing the billing you paid it off quickly so you can get Namjoon home.

“Let’s go home sweetheart.” You stood next to him reaching out to him to stand up. Namjoon softly on your back his breathing ragged due to alcohol in his system.

Kim Seokjin: <3

Seokjin was with the group at a local bar, they wanted to stop by get some food and some drinks before ending their busy week. At some point of the night Seokjin called you to join in on the fun but since work made you a little late you joined in when everyone was a bit tispy, more then others.

“Hey Y/N, you’ve made it.” Namjoon greets you while you put your workbag on the ground. Looking around the bar to find Seokjin. Namjoon notices telling you “Oh Seokjin? He’s wasted to put it in short terms.”

“What would you rate it?”

“10.” Namjoon quickly blurted out, you chuckled walking towards Seokjin with his empty glasses. It didnt take much for him to get tipsy so you weren’t too worried about it.

“Give me more shots! It’s on me!” Seokjin cheers his shot glass in the air before you set it down for him.

“No I don’t think-“ You dismissed the bartender. Seokjin staring at you up and down, before winking at you.

“Also more of this sexy man!” Seokjin slurrs on his words. He’s definitely checking you out, not like he hasn’t seen all of you already, passing a slow tip to the bartender for dealing with Seokjin.

“Seokjin we are literally dating.” Giving him some of your water. It wont fix the problem but it will give his system something non-toxic.

“I got lucky! Best boyfriend shot gimme!” Seokjin cheers for the bartender once again. You grab him by his hand walking out of the bar with a very drunk Seokjin.

Min Yoongi: <3

“Drunk Yoongi incoming.” You read the text message by Taehyung. The quiet late night was disrupted by your beautiful boyfriend. The nice kind of disruption, one you were happy it happen.

When you heard the knock you went to the door, Yoongi was being held by Taehyung. His head draped down and his entire body slouched.

“You definitely weren’t lying.” You grabbed Yoongi’s hand slowly transferring him from Taehyung to you. His soft groans while you held him up, praying he didn’t vomit on your shoulder. Thanking Taehyung he had left. You rested him on the bed, taking off his clothes and placing some quick pajamas.

“Hmmmm hh.” Yoongi’s long groan his arms clinging onto you. Almost like a monkey his entire body on the side of you. “Call me kitten.” Yoongi kisses your cheek.

“Kitten? That is new.” You giggle playing with his hair waiting for his heart to relax so he could fall asleep.

“Always wanted y-you to call me that.” Yoongi hick ups his face flustered from the alcohol in his system. Feeling the butterflies in his stomach he kisses you softly on the lips.

“Love you kitten.” You softly whisper returning the kiss. Yoongi smiling in the kiss till his eyes got heavy, slowly coming down from being drunk. He falls asleep resting on your shoulder.

The next morning you saw him gone, Yoongi was making noise in the kitchen. Searching for something as you saw him looking through mutiple cabinets.

“What are you looking for kitten?” You asked immediately seeing Yoongi turn his head from the name “Kitten”.

“Me?” Yoongi questions you wrapping your arms around his waist. “Yes you kitten.” Kissing his neck Yoongi doesn’t know how you knew his weakness for the pet name kitten but it will be your own little secret.

Jung Hoseok: <3

“Hoseok. You are s-so drunk!” Jimin leans on him while he giggles. Hoseok drinking another cup of wine along with a salty snack. “Wha-What time is it?” Jimin asks in his hotel room shared with Hoseok.

The last tour date was today and they surived a entire tour, months of traveling and preforming, came to this day. Relaxing and rewinding before a flight back home to Korea.

“Fu-Fuck, it’s 2am.” Hoseok sighs slouching in the hotel couch in Jimin’s room. Seeing the clear night sky being lit up by the cities light’s. Hoseok stood up slowly walking towards the door.

“Alright-t goodnight Jimin. Love you.” Hoseok does a peace sign before bailing out of the room. He later walks through the halls to your room, opening it with the spare key you gave him.

Hoseok plops himself on the bed cuddling next to you while you groan being woken up. “I’m so wasted...Y/N.” He laughs loudly snorting.

“Hoseok go to bed.” You fluttered your eyes seeing him burrying his face into your neck. Throwing some of your blanket on him.

“But I want cuddles, this is normal sober or drunk.” Hoseok pouts, you give in wrapping your hand around his waist pulling him closer still smelling the stench of wine in his body odor.

“Love you.” Hoseok mumbles softly not knowing the massive hang-over he’ll experience when he wakes up but you know you’ll be by his side every step of the way.

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[dvp95]

not trying to hide it

pairing: dan howell/phil lester rating: explicit tags: flatmate au, strangers to lovers, smut, fluff word count: 5.6k summary: Phil's parents want him to get a flatmate. Bryony wants to get her newly-evicted mate off her couch. It’s not quite luck or fate, but Phil is thankful anyway. 

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Phil doesn’t want to get a flatmate. He likes having his own space, because he can mess it up as much as he likes and doesn’t need to worry about someone making noise while he’s trying to sleep. He only pays part of his own rent, though - half during a good month - so he doesn’t have much of a choice when his parents tell him to find someone who can cover at least a third of it. London isn’t cheap, and Phil makes a fluctuating amount of money, and he supposes his parents are well within their rights to insist he gets his life together at some point.

He’s pretty sure that they helped him pick out a two bedroom so that he would do that eventually. Maybe they’d had some kind of pipe dream about nurseries? In either case, Phil’s just had his miscellaneous junk piled in the spare for over a year. There’s a futon in it whenever Martyn or PJ come over and don’t feel like taking the Tube home, but it’s currently piled high with unopened packages and stuffed animals.

Clearing the room is probably the biggest task. Phil’s got a lot of clutter, and getting rid of it is weirdly difficult sometimes. Most of it just ends up in his room or in the common area, making the rest of the flat look even more topsy than it already did. Opening all the PR is fun, until suddenly he’s got dozens of empty parcels to dispose of and various merch items from his online friends scattered all over the rug. At least most of it is clothing and accessories - he’s got enough storage in his room to handle more clothes. It’s the trinkets that he’s got problems finding space for.

Phil’s parents didn’t give him a deadline, which was probably a mistake. He’s all too happy to just exist with a barren spare room until they get on his case again, but that’s before Bryony gets ahold of him. Somehow, she scares him a lot more than his own mum does.

“Phil,” she says, blunt and businesslike as if she’s calling from work. Maybe she is - it’s quarter to four, which he supposes is a normal time for adults to be at work. Phil is in his pants and eating cereal. He didn’t even want to answer the phone, really, too invested in the complicated storyline playing out on Riverdale, but he knows she’d just keep calling until he did. “Have you cleared out that room yet?”

“Yes, mum,” says Phil. “I hated every second of it.”

“Good,” Bryony says. Which part she’s replying to is unclear. “My mate just got kicked out of his place and I want him off my couch. Will you bump him up the nonexistent list of potentials you’ve got?”

Phil pauses the Riverdale episode. It’s hard to focus on that and Bryony’s drama. “Well, that depends on why he got kicked out. Like, is he a dick? Did he not pay rent? Did he leave dishes in the sink for three weeks? Did he kick a hole in the wall trying to do drunk karate?”

“You need to stop comparing people to your uni housemates. No, nothing like that.”

“Then what happened?”

There’s a pause, and then Bryony makes a disapproving sort of noise. “It’s not exactly my fucking story to tell, is it? I’ll just say he ran into a bigot landlord and leave it at that, yeah?”

Something like guilt for pushing the issue settles into Phil’s stomach, but he scolds himself. He couldn’t have known that, and he didn’t want to blindly do a favour for someone troubled and stupid and in need of help. Bryony has a habit of collecting those people. When Phil feels like being honest with himself, he can recognise that he’s in that category as well. He doesn’t really feel like it today.

“Fine,” Phil says, like it’s a bigger hardship than it is. “Send him over, uh, Thursday?”

“I’ll send him over tonight,” says Bryony. Phil makes a loud noise of protest that she bowls right over. “You said the room is empty. Dan is eight feet tall and he snores like a lawnmower. I want him off my couch.”

--

Bryony’s mate isn’t eight feet tall, obviously, although Phil thinks it would be pretty cool if he were. The flat has high ceilings that Phil has to jump to touch, and he’s been amusing himself by picturing a giant of a man reaching up and just tapping on them. He does have to duck around the hanging light in the kitchen, but so does Phil.

“I’m convinced that’s going to be the thing that kills me,” Phil says conversationally.

Dan hasn’t said much, mostly just mumbling awkward pleasantries, but he laughs at that. When he laughs, Phil sees a glint of silver in his mouth that has his brain short-circuiting a little bit.

“Maybe,” Dan says as he looks dubiously into Phil’s cupboards. “Only if the sugar intake doesn’t get you first, mate. Why the fuck do you need four bags of marshmallows?”

“They’re different sizes!”

“Do you do a lot of baking or something?”

The question makes Phil flash back to the last time he tried to make muffins. The stain from that adventure turned meltdown still hasn’t come out of his favourite jeans. Whatever expression twists onto his face makes Dan laugh again, louder, and Phil decides that being a little stupid is worth hearing that unabashed sound. He gives Dan a sheepish grin and sticks his hands in his pockets. “No. I just like marshmallows.”

“You know they’ve got gelatin in them, right?” Dan asks like he’s trying to be serious, but the twitching of his lips gives him away.

“I like jello, too.”

“That’s not what -” Dan starts, and then honks. “How d’you know Bryony again?”

That’s a bit of a long, mortifying story, but Phil tells it anyway. He makes tea as he relives spilling a blue cocktail on her very expensive shoes and then following her around like a puppy while he tried to make it up to her. Normally he’d feel like he was talking too much, but Dan leans against the breakfast bar with attentive brown eyes and laughs in all the right places, so Phil doesn’t feel that hint of self-consciousness.

He hands Dan’s tea over in a Kirby mug and pours his own into an ugly commemorative one from a dinky Florida gift shop. For a moment, there’s quiet. Dan doesn’t seem uncomfortable as much as he seems contemplative, running his tongue absently over his teeth to catch on the silver ball in his tongue.

Then Dan says, “I don’t have any mugs. Or furniture. Or anything, really.”

“Nothing?” Phil asks, wondering if he ought to be aghast or just empathetic. He wonders if that has something to do with Dan being kicked out, or if he’s one of those minimalist people. “Not even, like, clothes?”

“I’ve got clothes, Jesus,” says Dan. Despite his grumbling, he looks more embarrassed than anything.

“Well,” Phil says, then comes up short. He hasn’t had to live with other people in so long, he forgets how this part works. “You can use whatever I’ve got. I don’t expect you to go out and buy your own plates or something, that would be silly. And we’d probably put off dishes even longer if I did.”

Dan smiles, but there’s a wariness that Phil doesn’t quite understand. “Okay. Thanks.” He takes a long sip of his tea, eyes fluttering closed for a moment, and Phil reminds himself - not for the first time, not even for the first time today - that it’s pointless to think about how pretty a guy is when nothing is going to come of it. “So you’re, like, really okay with me living here? You don’t need to let Bryony bully you.”

“Not quite sure what the alternative is,” Phil jokes, “but I don’t mind. I need a flatmate.”

“I can be a good flatmate,” Dan says, with a weirdly determined air about him. Phil has no reason not to believe him, aside from his own bad experiences with young men sharing space with him, but at least Dan isn’t a uni lad.

Phil finds himself shrugging. “Okay,” he says, because this is all going much easier than he expected. He supposes Bryony was doing him a favour as much as he was doing her one, because the relief of not having to do a bunch of interviews with potentially creepy strangers is settling into him now. “Rent’s due on the first, the water pressure sucks on weekends, and I’m gay.”

Dan blinks. Some of that wariness melts into something that Phil can’t read before he looks down at his tea.

“Me too,” Dan tells the drink. “More or less.”

It takes actual effort for Phil to bite back the joke. Maybe if the admission weren’t pulling at Dan’s shoulders in such an obvious way, he’d ask if Dan meant he also sucked on weekends. Instead, he just smiles. “That’s good. If Bry sent me a homophobe, I’d have to return her Christmas present.”

--

Dan leaves just long enough to get his bags, and then Phil has a flatmate. He promises to get a key cut in the morning, but Dan just shrugs and says he doesn’t leave the house much anyway, so there’s not much of a rush. That’s when Phil figures out that they both work from home, and anxiety swirls in his gut at the idea of that quickly becoming an issue. It’s so much easier to get on each other’s nerves when they’re both around practically all day every day, but that’s a bridge he’ll have to burn when he comes to it, or whatever.

For a couple of days, Dan is like a wounded animal that only comes out of hiding when he hears the fridge door open. Phil knows there isn’t really anything left in the room aside from his futon and a desk that he and Martyn tried to put together tispy, but he supposes that Dan’s got a laptop and big padded headphones to entertain himself with.

After a little while of getting used to the place, though, Dan starts doing his work in the common area of the flat. He’ll sit at the breakfast bar to sort through potential articles with the air of someone very bored on Tinder or make a nest on the corner of the sofa to watch Phil play Zelda. He’s good about staying quiet whenever Phil is streaming, but sometimes he’ll laugh or tease Phil for a dumb move, and people start wondering who the voice out of frame is.

They play games together, too, when neither of them have work to do - or, more accurately, are avoiding their tasks for a little while with pizza and Mario Kart - and Dan wins more often than not. That should probably be embarrassing to Phil, since he plays video games for a living, but he’s never been the type to try and excel at every single game he plays. It’s more about the entertainment, both for himself and for his audience. He imagines Dan feels similarly torn between sheepish and intrigued when Phil looks at the HTML on Dan’s laptop and points to an issue that Dan’s been trying to find for an hour.

Dan is a nerd with a contagious laugh who writes up a chart of ridiculous Riverdale theories on their fridge whiteboard, and it’s getting more and more difficult for Phil not to notice him.

His hair looks soft, his eyes are as expressive as the rest of him, he’s all lanky limbs and hairless chest when he hangs out half-naked - which is unfortunately often - but his mouth is probably the worst offender. He’s always chewing on a pen or toying with his tongue ring, like he’s got to be doing something with it when he’s not talking, and that’s not a train of thought that Phil should be going down except during the privacy of his showertime.

At this point, he’s not sure if he should thank Bryony or strangle her for delivering him a gorgeous ‘more or less’ gay man with all the same hobbies and interests as him, because there are too many ways for this to end badly and only, like, one way he wants it to end.

--

Phil is streaming Apex Legends in a surprisingly competent team when his phone rings. It doesn’t ring very often, and it’s probably Bryony asking why he’s been holed up for over a month, so he ignores it. It’s only when it starts ringing again, immediately after it stops, that he frowns.

“Hey, Dan,” he calls. Last time he checked, Dan was rearranging the spice shelf into something that makes a bit more sense than its current state. He thinks it’s a little silly, and he’ll probably still reach for the hot chocolate in the wrong place, but he likes that Dan has been making himself more at home lately. He’s noticed a few of his knick-knacks shifting around the room as well. “Can you check who’s calling?”

There’s a clattering noise that slightly worries Phil, and then Dan says, “It’s your mum.”

Phil freezes. He’s in the middle of something, sure, but he’s been waiting for this call. He doesn’t want to tell the couple thousand people watching him play about his dad’s health, so for a long moment he doesn’t know what to do.

Then, Dan is leaning over the back of the sofa. He takes the controller from Phil’s hands and replaces it with his still-buzzing phone.

“Go talk to her,” he murmurs. “I’ll keep playing for you.”

Gratitude washes over Phil, and he practically runs to his room to take the call. He doesn’t have time to worry about what his Twitch audience will think of Dan’s sudden appearance after so much time as a disembodied voice, because he’s got to spend all his brain power concentrating on the things his mum is telling him. At least he knows he’s not letting his team down - if anything, getting Dan as defense is an upgrade.

The conversation with his mum is long, but it’s all good news. Phil lets his mum talk his ear off, because the relief in her voice is so palpable and contagious that he doesn’t have the heart to say he’s in the middle of a video game. She only says goodbye when he gently reminds her to call Martyn as well, and then Phil is alone in his room with nothing but the pounding of his own heart in his ears for company. They’ve had good news (and bad news and no news) from the doctors before, but every time it’s like a shot of adrenaline right to Phil’s system. His dad is okay, his mum is happy, and his rampant anxiety can take a short break.

Dan isn’t playing anymore when Phil comes back, probably because the round ended, but he’s rambling about his own Apex opinions to the chat. He’s passionate like he is about basically everything, his hands and mouth moving faster than his brain, and Phil feels more warmth settle into his skin.

“Gunning for my job?” Phil jokes, plopping back down on the sofa. His thigh is pressed to Dan’s, but neither of them shift away.

“Maybe,” Dan teases. He hands the controller back all the same.

There’s a question in Dan’s big brown eyes: Everything okay? He doesn’t need to know details to pick up on how important that call was, and Phil thinks that this would have been the point of no return if he hadn’t hit that a couple weeks ago. He beams at Dan and nods, and the crinkly-eyed grin he gets in response makes Phil feel like he’s floating on air.

Later, when the night is winding down, Phil’s body is thrumming. Normally he’d be curled up with a book on one side of the sofa while Dan and his laptop took up the other, and that would be enough interaction before they headed to bed, but Phil still feels wired.

“You wanna go out?” he asks for the first time since Dan moved in. He’s always been more of a homebody than most of his friends, but having a friend like Dan - because that’s what they are now, isn’t it? - who also enjoys sitting in relative quiet doing their respective activities has made him even more of a shut-in than usual. Dan is clearly surprised by the question, and Phil doesn’t blame him. “I just - y’know, I got good news earlier, and I’m happy, and I want to get a drink or something.”

“And you want it with me?” Dan asks, his dimple deepening in the tell-tale beginnings of a grin.

“Yeah,” says Phil. Maybe he ought to have some kind of explanation that doesn’t make him sound like an idiot with a crush, but he can’t be bothered to think of one right now. Besides, Dan is smiling with the silver ball between his teeth, so he probably doesn’t mind how Phil sounds.

“Alright,” Dan agrees easily enough, shutting his laptop. “I’ll get dressed.”

--

Neither of them dress up; Phil leaves his top buttons open and Dan’s jeans are distractingly tight, but that’s as much of a concession as they’ll make. Phil likes bars more than he likes pubs or clubs, and he thinks splashing ten quid on a neon pink cocktail is absolutely worth it tonight. Dan doesn’t offer his opinion one way or the other until they’re sat at a booth, and then he says, “Thank fuck you’re not a clubber.”

“You don’t like clubbing?” Phil asks, distracted by Dan’s mission of blindly finding his straw with his tongue. The longer he knows Dan, the more he’s tempted to look up whether or not oral fixation is a real thing. “I mean, I don’t really love it, but it’s fun sometimes.”

“I’d have to already be wasted to dance in public,” says Dan.

“Oh, I can’t dance,” Phil says, matter-of-factly, and Dan snorts into his drink. “But I do it anyway.”

The bar isn’t overly busy or loud, but Phil still has to strain his ears to hear when Dan mutters, “Maybe it’d be more fun with you.”

It’s a little too easy for Phil’s overactive imagination to picture. Dan, pressed close to him and laughing with his head thrown back every time Phil says or does something stupid. He hopes that the flush he feels high on his cheeks isn’t obvious in the low light, but he’s not optimistic. Dan’s smile is more of a smirk.

Maybe getting drunk with the object of his stupid affections is… not smart. But Phil’s drink is good, and Dan is striking up an easy conversation about the music that’s playing, so Phil pushes logic aside for the moment to just enjoy himself.

--

Phil wakes up with a dry mouth and a slight headache, which is honestly better than he expected after three cocktails and a greasy kebab on the way home. Either Dan drank less than he did or he’s better at holding his alcohol, because Phil remembers getting guided away from lamp posts by his big, steady hands a couple of times.

He remembers making a bit of a fool of himself in general, but if anything Dan got more and more smiley the more that Phil rambled about Star Wars. Phil had reached across the table and poked at one of Dan’s dimples, and Dan had laughed loudly before taking Phil’s hand and holding it to the tabletop for a couple of seconds. Phil hadn’t wanted him to let go, and he wonders now if the hesitation stemmed from Dan’s own reluctance to stop touching him or if that’s just wishful thinking.

Phil gets himself together enough to take some ibuprofen and a long shower. By the time he gets out, wrapped in various towels, Dan is awake and making breakfast. It smells like bacon, but Phil is wary. It might be that fake stuff Dan insists on buying.

“That smells good,” Phil says, suspicious. He drifts over to the breakfast bar to try and get a peek at the pan.

“It’s real bacon,” says Dan. He turns specifically to roll his eyes where Phil can see it.

“Oh, cool. I thought you weren’t eating meat.”

“I’m not,” Dan says. “This is for you. I’m not hungry.”

“God, you’re incredible,” says Phil. He thinks that maybe he should tone it down a bit, because Bryony will kill him if he messes up this very good thing they’ve got going, but he’s not humble enough to not notice the way Dan dimples and turns pink at the earnest compliment. “Seriously,” he adds, talking to Dan’s back as he plates up some toast and bacon. “I am so lucky you needed a place to stay.”

“Luck’s not real, first of all,” Dan says as he hands over Phil’s breakfast. “Secondly, you’re only saying that because I cooked for you.”

Phil isn’t just saying that for the food, but it certainly takes over his attention. He pulls the towel around his shoulders tighter and leans against the breakfast bar to eat. Dan steals the crusts off his toast, rambling the whole time about the work emails he’d woken up to. Every time Dan talks about the ins and outs of journalism and website upkeep, Phil feels grateful all over again for getting a job so far out of his official field that the sectors barely touch. He doesn’t think he could handle working with so many people who can’t figure out how to change the alignment of text in simple HTML or which words they should capitalize in a headline.

“Thank you,” Phil says when he’s done, coming into the kitchen proper to rinse his plate. It’s the least he can do, considering his inability to actually wash the dishes before Dan gets fed up with the mess.

“At the risk of sounding gross and sappy,” Dan hums, “it’s really me who should be thanking you.”

“Maybe we should just both thank Bryony,” Phil suggests, turning to look at Dan again. Dan’s eyes snap up from - somewhere? Phil’s bare legs, maybe? - to stare determinedly at Phil’s face as if he can pretend that they never wandered. “You being too big and loud for her couch is the whole reason you’re here.”

Dan honks a laugh and reaches out like he’s going to shove at Phil. He doesn’t make contact, possibly remembering that Phil is somewhat naked, and just lets his hand fall back to his side awkwardly.

“As if your futon is any fucking better, mate,” he says, seemingly insistent on not drawing attention to the weird things he’s doing. Phil isn’t exactly stupid, is the thing. He thinks about Dan hesitating before letting go of his hand last night, the way he always grins when he catches Phil staring at his piercing, how it feels less like an unrequited crush between them and more like they’re just hovering at the edge of something, and Phil decides to throw caution to the goddamn wind.

“Y’know,” he says, messing with his damp hair for something to do with his hands. “I don’t think you’d be too big and loud for my bed, if you wanted to try that out.”

Dan laughs like he’s not quite sure if it’s a joke or not, and Phil shrugs to hide exactly how much his heart is pounding.

“Where were you planning to sleep, then?” Dan asks. His dark eyes are careful, searching, and Phil’s anxiety doesn’t like that at all. He doesn’t need Dan seeing things that he’s not purposefully putting on display.

“With you,” says Phil. “If you’d want me.”

There’s a long moment of quiet where Phil starts to worry that maybe he’s made a huge mistake. Then, Dan grins slowly and comes closer, pinning Phil to the counter without actually touching him, and Phil grins back at him in sheer relief. “I dunno why, but I never figured you as the type to be so blunt about this sort of thing.”

“What, you thought I was capable of subtlety?” Phil teases, putting a hand to his own chest as if he’s touched by the sentiment. “That’s so nice of you.”

Dan laughs, louder and more genuine, and then his big hands are cupping Phil’s jaw as he leans in to press their smiling mouths together. It’s been a hot minute since Phil kissed anyone while he was sober, so for a moment he doesn’t remember what he’s supposed to do with his hands. When he feels cool metal drag against the underside of his tongue, though, his brain shuts down enough that his hands find Dan’s hips without endlessly second-guessing himself.

It takes a while for them to reluctantly separate, because Phil is busy figuring out how to snog Dan without metal clacking against his teeth too much and Dan is busy figuring out all of the weak points in Phil’s neck with his thumbs.

“You taste like bacon,” Dan says in a strangely scolding tone of voice for someone who had cooked it for Phil.

“Sorry,” Phil says nonsensically, sliding his hands up Dan’s shirt to trace shapes over his lower back. The movements pause when Dan shivers. “Bad? Or good?”

“Your hands are just cold, you spork,” says Dan. He kisses Phil again, quick but firm, and then takes a step back. Phil doesn’t even realise he’s frowning until Dan giggles at him. “C’mon. Bed sounds fucking great right about now.”

--

Phil doesn’t remember the last time he kissed someone for so long that his lips started to tingle, but he’s certainly not complaining. He stopped feeling self conscious about being naked almost immediately after Dan told him it was frankly illegal to put damp towels on a bed, because the hungry way Dan looked at him and grabbed at him after he hung them up quieted the anxiety right away. Dan’s shirt has been discarded somewhere in Phil’s absolute tip of a room, but the soft material of his joggers keeps making Phil bite back noises when it comes in contact with his cock.

“You’re so hot,” Dan tells him in one of the times their mouths aren’t locked, one large hand wrapped around Phil’s thigh and the other supporting his weight on top of Phil.

“No, you,” Phil insists, not caring how dumb he sounds. He’s been mapping Dan’s back with his hands, but he slides them down the back of Dan’s sweats to win the argument before it starts. Sure enough, Dan’s words get cut off by a loud whine of a noise that gets pressed into Phil’s collarbone. Phil feels up Dan’s ass a little before using his grip to roll their hips together. “Fuck. What d’you want?”

“That depends,” Dan hums against Phil’s skin, nipping at his chest.

“On what?”

“On if this is a one time thing.”

There’s a jolt of guilt in Phil’s stomach, and he winds fingers into Dan’s curls to force Dan to look at him. “Hey, no, it’s not like that. I like you, you idiot.”

Dan smiles, and there’s no small amount of relief in it. Phil feels like he should have been more clear, but at least he’s got Dan in his bed and smiling about it now. “Oh good. I like you, too, and it would have been really awkward if you just wanted a fuck.”

“I do also want a fuck,” Phil says, teasing. “If I’m being honest.”

“I couldn’t tell,” Dan says sarcastically, rocking his hips down again and grinning when a noise is surprised out of Phil. “Well, okay, since I don’t need to bucket list this, I wanna go down on you.”

“I’d love to hear that bucket list sometime,” says Phil. He lets go of Dan’s ass and uses his hold on Dan’s hair to push him down, a little more impatiently than he intended. He’s got an apology on the tip of his tongue, but Dan just grunts an approving sort of noise and presses his mouth to Phil’s inner thigh. “But - ah - not right now.”

Dan’s got a mouth made for sucking cock, so it doesn’t take Phil by surprise when he sinks down easily, squeezing Phil’s thigh and running his tongue over the head of Phil’s dick whenever he comes back up, but it sure does make his legs start to shake.

“Fuck,” Phil breathes, doing his best to keep his hips still. That’s a lot more difficult when Dan looks up at him with those big dark eyes and takes him as deep as he can. “You look so good like that, you know that? Bet you do.” Dan hums around his cock and the vibrations from his throat make Phil shiver. “Yeah, fuck, of course you do. Such a pretty mouth, huh?”

With a quiet, wet noise, Dan pulls up to catch his breath. He grins. “I also didn’t figure you for a talker.”

“Sounds like you’ve thought about this,” says Phil. He runs his fingers through Dan’s curls, tugging a little bit to watch Dan’s eyelashes flutter. “How’s it feel to be wrong about me?”

“In this case? Very good.” Dan presses his mouth to Phil’s stomach and bites down, just a little. It doesn’t hurt at all, but it still makes Phil’s hips jerk up. “I dunno, Phil, you’re usually a pretty fucking awkward person, which is, like, a big mood, and you don’t seem like much of a flirt.”

“I’ve been flirting with you for, like, a month and a half,” Phil laughs.

Dan grins wider. “Oh, oops.”

“I don’t have to talk if you don’t like it,” says Phil, even though he can fully tell that Dan does like it. Maybe he just wants to hear that Dan likes it.

The way Dan rolls his eyes makes it obvious that Dan can tell that he’s fishing, but he dimples anyway. “You don’t have to stop talking,” he says dryly, wrapping a big hand around Phil’s cock. “You know I like it.”

Dan takes Phil back in his mouth and closes his eyes like he loves it, which is a visual that Phil will absolutely be coming back to when he’s alone in the shower. Phil tells him as much, gives him a running commentary on every passing thought he has, because it’s hard to control his mouth as it is and the more he talks, the more worked up Dan gets. He sees Dan grinding into the mattress and pulls at him, not bothering to be gentle with it.

“Get rid of these,” Phil says, pushing at Dan’s joggers with a foot. He doesn’t actually think he’ll be able to help like that, but it gets his point across. “And then c’mere, I want to get you off.”

Dan laughs. “Alright, bossy.”

He sits up to get his sweats off and Phil sits up to watch. They grin at each other a bit as soon as Dan is naked, and Phil makes grabby hands.

“Bossy,” Dan repeats before knee-walking into Phil’s lap and kissing him hard. Dan wraps a hand around both of their cocks, but he doesn’t try to stroke. Without fully pulling away from the kiss, Dan murmurs, “Lube, now, I want to come.”

“Now who’s bossy?” Phil huffs a laugh, blindly reaching for his nightstand. He knocks over a couple of things in his search, but eventually he finds the bottle he’s looking for. He pours some over their cocks and gasps when Dan’s hand slides up and back down so easily. Phil would be lying if he said that he hadn’t thought about this, hadn’t wondered if Dan’s wide reach could envelop both of them, but he doesn’t bother telling Dan any of that. Instead, he drops the lube back onto his nightstand and settles a hand on Dan’s ass as he kisses Dan deeper.

Phil’s mouth finds Dan’s neck, and he can’t help laughing at the loud keen of a noise that seems surprised out of Dan’s mouth.

Even though Dan didn’t have his dick sucked, he’s as desperate and horny as Phil feels, and having a tongue and teeth on his pulse point seems to escalate it even more. His breathing is ragged, his hips are jerking up into his own hand, and he comes so hard between them that Phil feels some of it hit his face.

“Fuck,” Dan whines, letting go of himself to stroke Phil’s cock in tight, quick movements. Phil’s breath hitches, and he digs his fingers into the soft skin of Dan’s ass for something to hold onto. Dan kisses Phil’s forehead, then his nose, and then kisses his cheek. His tongue comes out to press against Phil’s skin, the cool metal ball still a small shock somehow, and it takes Phil’s brain an addled moment before he realises that Dan is licking his own come off Phil’s cheek. That’s so unbelievably hot to Phil that he couldn’t stop himself from coming if he even wanted to. He groans and fucks into Dan’s fist, tugging him into an open-mouthed kiss. He can’t taste Dan’s come on his tongue or anything, but the idea of it is enough to make him shudder through an intense orgasm.

Their kisses turn softer than Phil thought possible as they come down from it, and he nuzzles at Dan’s jaw. “I just had a shower,” he says, gently scolding. “Now I’m all gross again.”

“Oh, boo-hoo,” says Dan, grinning. “I’ll clean you up, you big baby.”

Phil is fairly sure that their shower isn’t big enough for that, but he’s always up for trying.

--

After a heated debate on the benefits of flowers versus gift baskets, they end up taking Bryony out for pizza and beer. As thanks.

#phan #dnp fic #phanfic #phanfiction #words words words

[voltage-vixen]

Drunk on You---The Punishments Edition (NSFW)

Prologue: After enjoying a little too much of Huedhaut’s wine at the party being thrown for you by the gods, you are feeling a little tispy. All the other gods have retired to their rooms for the evening, and you two are the only ones left in the living room. Where will the night take you?

 Scorpio: Scorpio was carrying MC back to his room since she passed out in the living room. “Stupid woman,” he muttered to himself, “Who drinks so much that they pass out?” Returning to his room, he threw her onto the bed. He leaned in to kiss her forehead, when MC reached out to grab his arm. “Scorpio? Please don’t leave me.” she said as MC finally had awakened. I want you inside of me, she said in her thoughts staring directly into his eyes. Quickly looking away to hide his blushing face, he started kissing her body as he ripped open her blouse. Damn woman, he thought, she always gets so horny when she’s tispy. Not that he minded. He loved this woman, and he vowed to express that love to her tonight with his body. After making his way down her body, he stopped at her most sensitive spot. Scorpio grinded his face into her, while alternating between licking and sucking. Sensing she was close, Scorpio plunged into MC, and started to increase his speed. MC bucked her hips to increase the friction on her clit Ready for her to be overwhelmed with pleasure, he started circling around her clit, and with one final thrust, he joined her as they came together.

Dui: “I’m sorry MC, you have to come with me.” Dui apologized as they went to the reflecting pool. Dui had forgotten to finish up one of the jobs he was assigned. “I don’t mind at all Dui.” MC smiled at him. She grabbed his hand but stumbled suddenly. “You are still feeling the effect of the alcohol, aren’t you?” Dui asked as he caught her. He lowered himself to the ground and said, “Hop on.” Giggling, MC climbed onto his back and enjoyed the piggyback ride he was giving her. Once they got to the reflecting pool, Dui proceeded to start his assignment. While she was waiting for him, MC started to drift off, when she felt someone pull her hair. “You weren’t about to fall asleep on me, were you?” MC knew that Shadow Dui had arrived. Shadow Dui pushed her up against the reflecting pool and took her from behind. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was watching her facial expressions in the pool’s reflection. “I know you like it rough. Do you like watching yourself you dirty girl?” he grunted as he continued to thrust into her. She was close to her release, and she whimpered loudly, as she and Shadow Dui collapsed onto the ground.

Ichthys: “Ichthys slow down!” MC lectured as the two were running back to Ichthys room. He had set up a prank in the other gods’ rooms and was running away before they could find him. “Ugh, I think I’m going to be sick.” she said wearily as the running was finally catching up to her. This stopped the prankster in his tracks as he looked at her in concern. “Are you ok? Come on MC, let’s hide and I’ll make you feel better.” Grabbing onto MC, he transported them inside of the fish tank in his room. Feeling the coolness of the water in the tank instantly made her feel better. “Shh, don’t say anything.” Ichthys said as the other gods burst into his room. “Where did that troublesome fish go? Leon asked in a displeased voice. “He probably went to that stupid woman’s place,” Scorpio spat out, “I’m going to give him hell tomorrow.” They finally left the room, and the two were alone inside the fish tank. “Ohhh are you coming onto me MC?” Ichthys asked, as MC’s skirt had risen from the water. “Eekk! Don’t look!” MC tried to cover herself, but Ichthys stopped her. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to do it underwater?” Before she could answer, he claimed her mouth with a kiss. She could never resist him as her body relaxed when he took her and massaged her breasts as she cried out for more.

Krioff: Krioff and MC were both a little drunk as they headed back to his room. As soon as the door shut, Krioff had started kissing MC. They were tearing off each other’s clothes as the kissing between them intensified. Krioff suddenly pulled away from the kiss which caused MC to whine in displeasure. He gave her a small smile and asked her, “So you still wanna do it even though your drunk right?” MC paused and then started laughing. That was a very Krioff thing to say. “Yes, I still wanna do it.” she replied trying hard not to continue laughing. He pushed her back against the wall, and quickly thrusted into her. Any desire she had to laugh was long gone and was replaced by the sweet cries the two of them made as they became one.

Zyglavis: “MC, I can’t believe you allowed yourself to get intoxicated in front of other men.” Zyglavis scolded her. The truth was, he was also feeling tispy, but he couldn’t let her know that. MC noticed his cheeks had the slightest tint of red to them. “Are you sure you’re completely sober Zyglavis? Your face is looking awfully flushed.” Damn, he thought. There was no getting anything past this woman when she really was determined to find something out. Standing up he grabbed her hand and snapped them back to his room. He summoned up a glass of water and told her to drink it. When she went for a step, MC stumbled a bit and spilled the water right onto herself. Her top was soaking wet, and you were able to see the outline of her bra very clearly. “I’m wet,” MC said as she pulled her shirt and bra off, “Can you help me dry off?” she asked bashing her eyelashes at him. Zyglavis knew part of this was the alcohol talking, but he saw the desire for him in her eyes. “You’ve been a very bad girl MC, and it’s my responsibility to punish you.” Throwing her back on the bed, he swiftly entered her and MC enjoyed her punishment all night long.

Partheno: “That was a great party.” MC said as she leaned into Partheno. She went to stand up, but the room swayed in front of her as she fell back down onto the sofa. “MC are you alright,” he asked with a look of concern on his face, “You drank too much, and need to take it easy for a bit.” MC looked at him and giggled. Feeling bolder than normal because of the alcohol, she grabbed his thigh. “I don’t want to take it easy though.” The god of love was never one to turn down an open invitation. Working skillfully, he had their clothes removed and she was on top of him, all with the snap of his fingers. “Not here!” the drunk woman exclaimed once she realized the situation, she was in. “Doesn’t it turn you on knowing someone could walk in at any minute. Enjoy the ride.” Partheno said with a wink and began to make love to her.

#scm #scm scorpio #scm partheno #scm krioff #scm zyglavis #scm dui #star crossed myth #voltage inc #voltage smut #voltage fandom #voltage fanfic #smut #love 365

[deakydeaky]

Dating Joe but being younger than him(like 10+) and maybe he gets self conscious at times. Thank you!!

How it started/how you met;

You were on the set of undrafted as just someone in the background

Joe never paid a lot of attention to you because he was so busy with the movie but you would hang out with the other guys a lot

He formed a small crush on you after being around the guys when you were so much even though he didn’t talk to you very much

He thought about you from time to time and kind of was upset he didn’t take his chance but as fate would have it you ended up on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody

You were just a P.A that everyone loved. You would help with lights and sound and even would give a few tips to the director

You even managed to get what everyone likes for coffee and would get them some every morning. You went up to everyone and handed it out

“I was told that you were a tea fan.” You said and handed him the tea you had got him. He thanked you as you just smiled. “You were on the set of undrafted right?” “Yes, I was.” You nodded before handing your favorite makeup artist their cup.” I swear I’m not following you.” You joked to him. “I believe it.” You just flashed a smile before walking away

The guys always talked to you for them to try and get Joe too but he was too nervous. You were so sweet with that smile and getting him tea all the time and always talking to everyone and being super nice

It wasn’t until your sixth time bringing him tea that he actually talked to you. “We should go get tea sometime.” You stoooed in your tracks.” I take the others out sometimes and it only seems fair after how much you’ve gotten me.” You started to blush.” I would love that.” You then went to one of the others to freak out about it. It happen been building up for a month and it was about time

After that date there were more. Plus looks on set, getting kind of touchy in the dressing room, and always having a proud look for when he is shooting

It wasn’t until your birthday, which only one person knew about but made a big deal, he found out your age

“Twenty three isn’t a big deal.” Joe’s eyes went wide as he heard you talking to your friend. “Yes it is! You’re out of that sorry stage and more into work but then you start going through a crisis and get super drunk and cry all night.” You had rolled your eyes in time to see Joe grabbed his friends. You were a little curious about what had happened. He looked kind of freaked out. You walked to find him when you heard him yelling. “That’s not the point! I’m ten years older than her!” You knocked on the door. “Babe?” You called out for him. Ben opened the door with a smile. “Y/N!” He kissed your cheek.” Birthday dinner tonight, yeah?” “Sure.” You agreed. They all left and you shut the door

“Is something wrong?” “You could have told me that I was ten years older than me.” You folded your arms. “I thought you knew.” “How would I have known?” “You hired me during- okay no. Why is this a big deal? Does it bother you that much.” “Not know it doesn’t but what about the future? What if I wanted you apart of that?” “And this makes a difference because?..” “Because there are things to consider! Marriage, babies, getting old together me before you apparently.” You stopped him before he could go on. “We can still do that. My age shouldn’t effect how you feel about me, or how I feel about you!”

It was about a week of awkward silence or weird conversations. You both finally sat down and talked because you wanted the same thing. You didn’t care if he was older than he didn’t care that you were younger, so much now. The guys talked to him about it too because it wasn’t a big deal

It took a minute to go public. You didn’t want to know what others would say about the age difference and then you just didn’t care what people had to say. You two liked each other and wanted to go out. Hold hands, go drink some coffee, whatever

Much wasn’t said by anyone, at first. Then the news places found out your age difference and wrote all about it, but you didn’t care

Dating;

Going out all of the time

Drive arounds

Your guys friends make jokes about the age difference

“When is your birthday day again? I’m trying to see if we can get a deal at chucky cheese.” You smiled at Ben before your hand went to his chest, pushing him off of the couch

Randomly making silly faces at each other

“That’s really good.” You crosses your eyes and stuck out your tongue. He had a little smile before he continued his acting

Him getting very jealous when he has no need too

“Maybe I could get your number?” A guy asked you. Joe watched as you smiled before he walked away. “Maybe if I was single. I’ll see you around Jer, stay off of the whiskey.” You squeezes his hand before waking to find your boyfriend. Later on he didn’t say anything to you, not until you guys got home. “Who was that guy.” “Who? Jer? Just a guy I use to work with, he likes his whiskey and coke.” You smiled, not seeing how jealous Joe was. “You sleep with him?” You stopped getting changed out of the dress you were wearing.” Would make since for is close you guys seem to be, not just in age either.”

You were so mad at what he was saying. You had finished getting dressed before you walked out. “Are you ready for this relationship or are you just gonna keep getting mad at me because you’re insecure about the age difference? I told you what I wanted, we want each other but if it’s hard for you not to be jealous at very make my age that looks at me then this will never work out! And I done trying to tell you how much I care about you every time a guy looks at me. Get over it!” You grabbed your bag before walking out of the house. You had never yelled like that before, ever. Not at Joe but this was the fifth time he has been petty at you for something you never did

You called one of your friends that night to take your mind off of it but ended up going to bed sad. You thought it was over but maybe it was for the best. How could something like that work? You woke up the next morning to knocking on your front door. You opened it to see Joe standing there

“Can we talk?” You nodded your head and let him in. You were ready to be broken up with. Ready for Joe to tell you he wasn’t ready as he thought and it was too weird for him and you should be with someone your age.” I’m sorry, for all of it. I know I get jealous over it and I get mad at you when guys flirt with you but I get scared. It’s dumb and I shouldn’t get mad because of that but I do. I just keep thinking that because they’re your age you’ll go for them over me. I just keep thinking that they have something that I don’t when it comes to you. I don’t want you to leave me and it scares me when someone who I know could be better for you is trying for you.” You were surprised at his words. You thought he would break it off, not tell you he was scared to lose you. “Jesus Joe.” You pulled him in and hugged him tightly.” I’m not going anywhere.”

Your family not being a big fan of the age difference at first but they saw he made you happy, and that’s what mattered

No one catching the age difference until they go digging

After the first few months it’s not a problem

Sometimes when you two go to shows people think you’re his niece or maybe even his daughter

Giving each other gifts, all of the time, like always. It’s not even a special occasion just because really

“Joey you have to stop this, people might think you’re my sugar daddy.” You said with the box in your hand. You were just chilling on the couch before he came over and gave you the box. You opened and the box and gasped. It was a neckless with a J on it(yes this has been used before, yes I love it bc yes I can see it.) You hugged him tightly telling him how much you loved it and ended up giving him on with the letter of your first name

Very good sex(it had to be said)

Cheek kisses

Pictures of said kisses

Being kind of a partier but Joe just jokes he’s too old

Loving his scruff

And his perm

ROAD TRIPS ALWAYS

Helping him when it comes to acting

Being at premiers with him whenever you can

Him bragging about you when you hit your first lead role

It was hard because it came out around the time bohemian rhapsody did and you two had different things to go to so time toegther was always perfect

Award shows together are a favorite for everyone because when one of you wins the other one jumps up and cheers and claps and you mention each other

You seem to fall more in love with each other everyday

Having the same type of always happy energy

The silliest couple, without a doubt

Having get togethers whenever possible

Cute comments on Instagram

Posting each other all of the time

Getting him tea

Taking each other out for tea

Going to bed and you hear him whisper about how much he loves you

By the end of the day the age difference doesn’t matter and you two are more in love than anyone else

Bonus; Winning first award!

Your table was close to the BoRhaps table but you and Joe still got to sit by each other

As you were feeling a little tispy they started listing off nominations to your category

It was your first time for an award and you were up for two

You stayed calm thinking it was just a big deal to be nominated but when they called your name you could have cried and you did

You kissed Joe quickly before you hugged a few more people and went up. Joe giving a standing ovation. You smiled as you went up on stage and saw him

“Wow, this is incredible! I mean just- wow. Okay hang out I just made a list in my head of who to thank.” You started off one by one thinking whoever you could in the what seemed to be short time you had.” And to my incredible boyfriend. You have made my life s journey and your support during all of this made this what it is.”

Later on, when you were back at the table your movie went up and that also won. Everyone said something before they went off

It was one of the last awards of the night when everyone was basically piss drunk. You did have a few more drinks but the adrenaline blocked everything for a while

“Y/N L/N!” Your face showed nothing but happiness and excitement as you went up. Joe, now for the third time, clapping and standing up cheering you on.

“Man! This is so much! Thank you!” You went on talking about how great it was to win twice now and how happy you were. You were kind of seeing stars.” But you.” You pointed to Joe.” Are gonna make this night better.” You stuck out your tongue as everyone laughed.” Thank you all!” You kissed out

Now when BoRhap won you acted like a damn fool. You were so happy and cried and just pure happiness that was running through your body

You were more happy that that won than you

Later, when you were all together and everything was more calm it was the perfect moment

“I can’t believe you won twice and your movie won.” You kissed him as the others were off in their own world

“You best believe whats gonna happen tonight.”

This was great, thanks for this. Ben one coming up soon!!

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[zankivich]

Teacher’s Pet: A College AU Chapter 4

I’m feeling giving and thought I’d poster chapter 4 for the fourth of July. Hope ya enjoy! the smut is near!!!! 

Chapter 4

He was kinder and sweeter and more perfect than you ever expected. Lunch served at this wonderful opportunity to learn more about each other and really begin to develop the connection you had from the beginning. You learned how important his family was to him, what Canada was like for him growing up, and more about the music. He told you music had saved him and that he wanted to share that feeling with as many people as humanly possible. That meant writing and singing and performing, but it also meant learning as much as he could about it. He called music his first love and you got to connect deeply on this subject that was super important to you, and so important to him that he actually went to college for it.

“So I was diagnosed with depression my first year of undergrad. And an anxiety disorder to boot. I knew I was a little sad or whatever, but I was too lazy to ever do anything about it. And when I first started going to therapy, I didn’t trust her at all and I didn’t wanna talk about my problems, so she would talk to me about music. And it was just an escape for me. It gave me something to focus on and relate to. It kept me going forreal. Like a hundred percent wouldn’t be alive without it. So the Amy tattoo I got when I graduated, it was my therapist’s idea.”

He handled it surprisingly well for something you weren’t even comfortable talking about. He told you he’d been diagnosed with an anxiety disorder and has struggled with medication for years.

“They kept putting me on different things. And it would completely zonk me out. It was like i wasn’t who I was. It scared the hell out of me. I couldn’t even write music anymore, I just felt numb. And uh I had to make the decision to stop taking the meds. Music became therapeutic and it became something that actually made the disorder bearable. So, I wanted to study psychology and musical therapy to help others. If the music thing never works out, I’ll always have that.”

“Ayyyy we’re both sad kids! That’s fucking cool.” You grinned cheersing your drink against his.

He laughed at you and the sound was as beautiful as everything else about him and it drove you mad.

“I don’t know how you do that, make everything good.” He murmured.

“It’s a talent truly.”

You got more mimosas than anyone should legally be allowed to order and ended up tipsy at three o'clock in the afternoon. The boy you liked was trying to take you shopping and you didn’t know how to tell him that you didn’t want to buy anything. You were much more of a window shopping, go to ikea and fantasize about your future living room kind of gal. It was also clear to both of you that if you let go of his arm at any point in this excursion, walking was going to be much more of a problem.

“Take me to a place that means something to you.” You insisted biting playfully at the meat of his shoulder. “But make it within walking distance, because I’m wobbly over here.”

“You’re incredibly adorable. I don’t know if you’ll like my place though.”

“I like you. The place is just a place where I’m with you.”

He peered down at you and your eyes went a little cross-eyed, but it was fine, you were fine.

“You’re so short.” He chuckled tucking you under his arm like a mother holding her cub in the wild. “I love it.”

“Short?!” You gasped. “I’m five foot eight, bitch it’s not my fault you’re fucking Goliath!”

Shawn busted out laughing and tispy you was very upset with his laughter.

“Don’t laugh. I could fucking eat you. There’s a drake lyric somewhere about serving you up with a fork and knife for me… Do you know Drake? Do all canadians know each other?”

He was very much still laughing at you.

“‘Do all Canadians know each other?’ That’s definitely country-ist? Nationalist? I’m sure there’s a word for it.”

“Oh my god it is. They’re never gonna let me teach anyone ever again are they?”

“Holy shit, I’m kidding. Maybe we stop and get you water on the way to my special place.”

“Maybe that’s a good idea.” You grinned sliding your arm around his waist. “Look at us, taking care of one another. Maybe I won’t eat you after all.”

Ten minutes and two bottles of water later, he was leading you into a guitar shop. It was tiny and sat right next to a record shop making it the perfect destination. When you walked inside the guy at the counter greeted Shawn by name and you knew then that it was space he really cared about.

“This is the first place I went when I moved here for school. My uh my parents couldn’t come with, too expensive for everyone, and it was a little hard at first fitting in here. So I google mapped the nearest guitar store and I’ve been coming ever since. It kinda reminds me of the one I go to at home.” He explained.

You walked around the store allowing him to lead you through his favorites. He refused to play, stating that that was way too corny for a first date. You reminded him that his way of romancing you was performing at a bar and dancing drunk. Shawn did not find this coincidence nearly as amusing as you did.

As the alcohol subsided and you saw how relaxed and happy he was in that state, it felt like seeing something private. This wasn’t something that he went around sharing with everyone else. It was something he was only sharing with you. Just like the reasoning behind your tattoo, which you never shared with anyone. By the end of the date it was no longer a question of whether or not you would continue to see him, but of just how fucked things would get when you very much continued to see him. It was going against so many instincts, but the biggest instinct of all was just to be with him, and fighting that just didn’t seem worth it.

He took you home after the date and you let him walk you to the door, biting back a cheesy grin when he held your hand the whole way there. There was lesson planning to do and research to read through and pages to write, but when he was there in front of you it didn’t seem right to do anything but absorb as much of him as you could.

You took your hand away from his and placed it on his hip pulling his body close. He pressed you into the door arms bracing both sides of your head and it brought back all of the feelings of that morning; the touch of his skin, the way that he tasted. When he leaned in bypassing your lips to skim his nose along the length of your neck and chest, your entire body shivered. Having previously had no personal rules on when you were willing to have sex with a partner it was immensely difficult to not jump his bones right there and then.

“You smell incredible.” He whispered.

He swallowed and you could feel his adam’s apple against your chest. Your back arched involuntarily pushing him closer to you. You scratched at his scalp tugging him gently closer to your chest. It was your best attribute after all.

“Jesus.” He whispered hoarsely eyes no longer on yours but a few inches lower.

You grinned loving the look on his face when he was flustered. His cheeks took on their pink hue and his tongue kept parting out to wet his lip. He chanced a look at you, silently asking for permission. You beamed at him and nodded loving as his hands traveled up your sides feeling you up through your dress

A sigh moved past through your mouth and you whimpered his name in his ear causing his body to freeze.

“Could you… say it again, please?”

You bit your lip moving your mouth close to his ear, your bodies completely intertwined.

“Shawn.”

That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back before you both began to make out heavily and wildly against the door. Your fingers pulled harshly at his hair and his were digging almost painfully into your hips. It was hot and it felt good and the thought of stopping was insignificant. But despite not being against sex on the first date, it seemed completely contradictory to the conversation of boundaries you’d had less than four hours ago. And on top of that you were afraid that if you let him inside you apartment you might not be able to ever let him leave.

Your lips broke apart with a gasp, but instead of creating distance Shawn simply moved on to kissing any part of your skin his lips could touch.

“Why are we still outside?” He muttered sucking a heavy mark into your neck.

“Because if we go inside, we might not be able to control ourselves.”

“I don’t think I’ve been able to control myself since we met.”

Touche.

“Shawn…” You murmured.

His lips stilled against your throat with a groan.

“I don’t get to come inside do I?”

You winced. “Not tonight. N--Not never, just not tonight.”

He pulled away and you could see that you were both completely disgruntled and a mess. His hair was going in several different directions. You’d wrinkled his shirt up, and there was multiple angry marks on both of your bodies. His lips were red and swollen looking practically fucking delectable and… why were you sending him away again?

“I had a really good time with you.” He murmured eyes soft and innocent. “Thanks for trusting me today.”

You nodded having trouble coming up with the words to explain what today had meant for you. You settled for leaning up on your toes to kiss his forehead, then nose, then lips.

“I had an incredible time. Thanks Shawn.”

He smiled widely. “No problem. If I text you later will you answer?”

“Only if you kiss me again before you go.”

“God you make it so hard to leave.”

The kiss was simple, chaste, and sweet before he headed for the stairs backwards eyes on you most of the way. You laughed having the feeling that you each had the power to destroy the other. Mutually assured destruction could be worthwhile.

***

The next couple of weeks are essentially perfect. In class Shawn does his best to behave, and he does even better at actually participating in class. Your research goes great and Kate eventually lets you started leading some of the lectures. Other students come to office hours and they don’t seem to hate you nor like you too much not to respect you. And it all seems to just kind of work.

When you’re not in class, you spend a lot of time together. At first it’s a date to the movies--because Incredibles 2, duh--and then it’s dinner at burger joints and strolls in parks. Eventually the time between dates and just co-existing with each other starts to blur. Shawn stops doing his homework at the library and starts doing it in your apartment while you grade papers. He no longer leaves campus to go to his senior house until you’re done for the day, and nine times out of ten he doesn’t walk home until after midnight. When there are no students or faculty around he eats lunch in your office, which is maybe twenty minutes of eating and another forty of fooling around. Your love seat receives a lot of love.

There’s no sex which is as confusing for you as it seems to be frustrating for him. He never pushes it though, never goes farther then fondling and groping. There’s just a lot of using pillows to covers boners and fake excuses to go to the bathroom to what you assume is willing the blood to go somewhere else. Maybe he’s jerking off in there, who the fuck knows.  A part of you wonders if he’s so caught up in just treating you right, that he’s afraid asking for it would be rude. But like…. You’re horny. All the time.

One time he invites you to the gym, which is just the entire opposite of anything you’ve ever wanted to do in your whole life, and so you spent two hours pretending to be on an elliptical watching him work out and having very intense fantasies of him fucking you in the steam room. He’d had a group project for another class to work on that afternoon and the second he left your apartment you spent another two hours masturbating to said fantasies.

You were a very sexually liberative human being. You once wrote an entire paper in undergrad about the connection between mental health and orgasms. You did an internship at a sexologist’s office where you regularly talked about sex toys and which lubricant was best for which. And if Shawn didn’t blush like a scandalized virgin at literally everything you gladly would have shared this with him. At first you had wanted to keep your distance, afraid that giving too much of yourself to him too soon would only make it harder for you both to keep things professional. The problem was once you created that distance it was harder for either of you to really know when it was time for the distance to close. In the end there’s not really a good reason for why you hadn’t made a move yet, all you knew was that you wanted to.

You were supposed to be getting ready to go out on a Friday night. Shawn wanted to go to a club since you’d never been. And you really wanted to fuck without alcohol in the way, so the plan was for you all to never make it there.

Shawn showed up already dressed and ready to go. He was wearing a maroon button up dress shirt and the usual black jean-boot combo. His shirt was tucked into his jeans which brought attention to the belt that you very much wanted to get him out of with your teeth if necessary, along with everything else. He was hot as all hell and he knew it and it was ridiculous how much that turned you on.

So, of course it was a little weird for him to find you on the other side of the door in one his hoodies obviously not ready to go out.

“Hey is everything okay?” He asked immediately reaching for you with his too large hands. “You didn’t say anything over text. You not feeling well?”

You smiled. “I feel fine Shawn. I just don’t really wanna go out tonight.”

“Oh. Almost gave me a heart attack ay? We don’t have to go out though. What did you have in mind instead?”

Oh wouldn’t he like to know.

“Don’t worry your wee little Canadian head. I was thinking we could do a little grocery store snack run and then you could stay over, if you wanted.”

“Stay over...Like for the night?”

You grinned. “Yes Shawn, for the night.”

He hadn’t spent the night since your drunken tequila adventure. It was clear that this was taking a step forward for you both.

“Yea, I’d like that.”

“I still have to get dressed. You can come watch or wait out in the living room.” You offered knowing exactly which one he’d choose.

You’d spent an hour picking out the perfect outfit that said, “forget the club and come fuck me” and finally had the perfect concoction. It was a black jumpsuit with a see-through panel all the way down the chest. It was perfect because you weren’t wearing a bra and it left little to the imagination, which was the goal. Shawn, who stayed on his phone while you were doing your hair, quickly sat straight up on your bed when you walked into the room.

“Hey will you button me up?”

“Yea uh…. Yea.”

You picked your curls up in your hands exposing your neck and back so he could button the collar. He did as you asked quickly running his large palms along the length of your sides and spun you around to face him.

“You look…incredibly sexy.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck bringing even more attention to your chest. Shawn, who for all intents and purposes had been one of the most mature men you’d been with, could not maintain eye contact for shit. Something about boobs brings out the teenage boy in everyone. His eyes were not staying focused and the blush that resulted in his cheeks was mesmerizing. For this particular moment you were quite happy with that turn out.

“Y--You gonna wear this to the store?” He asked. “You’re beautiful...breathtaking really. Just seems like an interesting choice is all.”

“Tyra Banks once said, ‘hoe, but make it fashion.’” You said as if that explained everything.

“I’m not sure I understand.”

You giggled pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Just because we’re going to the store doesn’t mean I can’t look good. It’s a self-confidence thing. Humor me?”

“Always.” He promised kissing you again.

The trip to the store is honestly like two kids who have been left to their own devices in the middle of a store that they really shouldn’t have. You may or may not spend twenty minutes in the toy section hitting each other with bouncy balls and playing baseball with foam bats and balls.

He pushed you into the secluded area of the bicycles capturing your lips with his and it’s a wonder you make it out of the store at all. Your hands wander everywhere familiarizing yourself with every piece you plan to see tonight. Shawn’s eyes flutter close when your hand inches past his belt cupping him through his jeans for the first time. The sounds that he make get you going beyond belief, and stopping is harder than ever.

“You don’t know what you do to me.” He whined adjusting himself in his jeans before you finally  make your way to the food section.

You smiled up at him giving your best imitation of his own puppy dog look.

“What?”

“You know what.” He murmured wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you pushed the cart

You stock up on snacks and food as if there’s a blizzard coming. It’s a little much, but you have every intention of needing to replenish your energy that weekend, so it seemed worth it in the end.

When the groceries are put away and he’s standing there leaning against your counter looking sinful and beautiful, everything in you says to touch. Shawn was leaning against one counter with his arms crossed and you were leaning with your arms back against the opposite counter. There was maybe five inches of space between where his feet ended and yours began. It would’ve been incredibly easy to reach out.

No one was talking so there was just that charged energy that seemed to enter the room with you every now and again. He really was fucking gorgeous and you had wanted him since day one. All of the build up to this moment had you biting your lip and squeezing your thighs together like the wanton harlot he’d turned you into.

“I should probably run back to my place for clothes.” He said breaking the silence.

You shrugged. “Why?”

“For something to sleep in. I don’t think I have anything but my hoodie over here.”

“I think you’ll be okay.”

“How come?”

“Because I want you to fuck me and I don’t really think we need pajamas for that.”

TBC

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[tyranttortoise]

@zalimonium  submitted:  I just had a dream about being the LL. But um, kinda takes a bad turn.

So I was at some like planned get away by the three leaders of a sports club or something that I was in. But each of the three teams were bunked separately and could interact in the Halls of the hotel/lobby/convention floor. Sort of keeping each team spirits together while letting each person relax and mingle. Sadly none of the boys were on the teams, it was kinda like a the vacation from them. (Expect Q because who leaves there phone behind?) And generally everything went well between the fun little rivalries and competitions the got started from the teams. The leaders made sure to keep it in check. But on the last day all the teams got drunk and partied.

And while I wasn’t drunk I was intoxicated enough to allow for someone to do some slow dirty dancing between me. When I didn’t pull away he took it as a sign that I was into him and started to feel me up on the dance area. Being the 110% touch starved person I am and tispy I once again didn’t pull away. Then that’s when he went for my neck, it is the SPOT man. I let out a moan before slowly opening my eyes to see blue across the room at the door in what I thought was disgust. He bolted realising I was looking at him and I tried to chase but lost him.

On the flip side I didn’t know that the house boys were there to surprised me and congratulate me and my team for a job well done. Blue was sent out by the boys to find me since he was the most excitable but he couldn’t handle seeing me out in the open with a guy hanging on me like he was trying to have sex with me. And too him the face I had was pure pleasure. It broke his heart and he ran past the other skeletons crying to hide. Most followed him but red turned to where blue came from to see what the hell just happened.

Well when I couldn’t find blue I just ran away myself, I hid and cried because he was just so disgusted with me I thought. It just confirmed how gross i was for being so touch starved but opening up to people lead to this? Being a little tispy allowed my thoughts to continue without me reality checking myself. I started to claw at the skin on my neck making it bleed, feeling disgusted with myself as my phone was going crazy but I ingored it in favor of having a panic attack.

Well after I left the confused guy who didn’t see blue he figured I was just caught by my boyfriend or something. He got both a devilish idea since i was from a different team and mad that I lead him on while having a boyfriend… He started to Graffiti various areas about me being a slut or how I’m a bad lay. And while the other teams started to see the messages about me someone else came upon them. Red.

Red, ready to beat someone in the ground he demanded people to tell him who did this but either people we’re to scared or to loyal to there teammates to rat. Red went back to blue and demanded to know what he saw… WHO he saw. But blue didn’t get a chance to see the guy’s face. It was buried in my hair as he was on my neck.

I woke up there, the boys all panicking to find me or the guy slandering my name on the walls.

the tortoise’s two cents:

You sat in a little nook, hidden from view behind some stairs.  That bastard you'd been dancing with was either drunker than you thought or just inherently an asshole because he'd taken the sharpies everyone was using to sign each others club memory books and written slander about you on the convention center's walls.  You'd passed one with your name and the word "TEASE" with a little cartoon penis drawn above it as you attempted to avoid everyone, which had only made things worse.

Thankfully, it was the last day of the event, so you could go home tomorrow, and--

Home.  

You curl up, suppressing a sob that threatens to rip through you at the thought.  How can you go back to the lodge and face them after this?  After you hurt Blue?  After they all have you that confused look as you ran past them?

After they read the walls?

You're a mixture of mortified and horrified, and all you wanted was to feel someone be close.  You hadn't even been thinking at the time; you'd been flush with alcohol, following the beat of the music, reveling in the feeling of a warm body holding onto you...

You could see Blueberry's face when he discovered you.

Your neck throbbed.

Suddenly, footsteps padded toward you, and you jerked, not daring to look up.  You could feel whoever it was hesitating for a moment, before they slowly sank down beside you.  A hand set on your shoulder, startling you enough to peek up from your arms.

Blueberry sat there, his eyelights much dimmer than usual, and his usual grin pulled down in an uncharacteristic light frown.  He had been the last person you'd been expecting to see, but it was obvious how he found you; your phone was on, and Q could easily pin-point your GPS.  

"I'm so sorry, Blue, I--"  Your voice cracked, the words flying out of you on the crest of a sob, and Blueberry suddenly wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest.

"DON'T.  I... I OVERREACTED," he conceded, his voice quieter than usual.  

You shake your head.  "No, you didn't.  You... I... I was kinda tipsy, and I..."  You're crying again, and this time you turn to clutch the front of his shirt, burying your face in his chest.  You can't look at him.  He wraps his other arm around you, holding you close.

"...DO... D-DO YOU LIKE THAT HUMAN?"

More forcefully, you shake your head.  "No!  I don't even know him, I just... didn't... pull away," you admit, feeling a fresh wave of shame.  

"sweetheart, if ya ever wanna dance like that, ya'know you can come to me, right?"  

You raise your head sharply at the sound of Red, who's now leaning against the wall directly in front of you.  He must have teleported because you didn't hear him approach.  Your heart nearly jumps into your throat, and your entire body jerks.  However, Red's eyelights suddenly shift toward your neck, and his casual expression darkens.  He strides forward, crouches, and takes your chin in his hand, tilting your head back.  

"who?  that guy?" he demands, his voice clipped.  The rage you'd seen earlier is back on his face, his fangs bared in anger.

Ah.  He can see the scratches on your neck.  Blueberry didn't notice them before, but now he gingerly touches them with his fingertips, his expression one of pure concern.

"YOU'RE HURT!  ARE YOU OKAY??  SHOULD I TAKE YOU TO A NURSE OR SOMETHING?"

"No, no, I'm fine.  I did it," you interject in a small voice, breaking free of Red's hold to attempt to withdraw into yourself again.  This time, understanding dawns on Red's face, and he grabs your arms and pulls you to him.  

"listen, doll.  don't go hurtin' yourself over this.  you didn't do nothin' wrong, 'cept dance with a grade-a asshole.  it happens.  i mean, you've danced with me before right?"  He attempts a small smile for you.

"You're not an asshole."

"AND DON'T LISTEN TO THE MESSAGES ON THE WALLS!!"  Blueberry suddenly blurts, gripping your shoulder to get your attention.  "NONE OF THAT DESCRIBES YOU, AND WE'RE WORKING ON SCRUBBING IT OFF!"

You stare wide-eyed at the idea of your friends scrubbing the walls.

"an' ya don't gotta worry 'bout that asshole, either, sweetheart."

There's something dark in Red's voice, and when you pull back to look at his face, his smirk is a little too wide.  "What'd you do, Red?"

He shrugs.  "jus' disposed of some garbage.  don't worry about it."  He starts to stand, drawing you up with him.  Your legs feel weak, but he steadies you.  "c'mon, let's go home.  the lodge's been real lonely without ya, doll."

You nod, beginning to follow the skeletons toward the door, though hang back to walk beside Blue.  "Are we okay?" you ask, your voice still wavering a little.  He gives you a bright smile and wraps his arm around your shoulders.

"OF COURSE WE ARE!  I REACTED POORLY, AND I'M SORRY.  IT'S JUST THAT I... I WAS JEALOUS."  His voice drops a little lower, and he leans in close, his face beginning to light up a vibrant shade of blue.  "I WANTED TO BE THE ONE THAT YOU MAKE THAT FACE FOR."

It caught you by surprise enough that you nearly choked--but thankfully, you were saved an embarrassing response when you passed by a trash can.  Stuffed inside at an awkward angle that had him nearly kissing his knees was the guy you'd been dancing with.  He seemed to be tied up with a banner from the event, and the word DICK was written all over his face in bright red sharpie.  

Red turns back to you and grins.  

#submission #ssll dream #underfell sans #underswap sans #i couldn't let you have such a terrible dream #so i fixed it with a better ending #<3

[parksfabray-blog]

Stand By Me | Dominer

Who: @dominicjamesjones, @skypucks, & @pfabray

When: Friday, January 12th 2018

Where: Dom’s place

Notes: Parker goes to Dom’s place confronts him on why he has been distant and she gets heartbreaking news.

Triggers: Death, Alcohol.

Skylar knew that today was important for her to be there for her friend. Granted she didn't feel right about being there, like she didn't feel right be there a year ago. She placed the empty bottles on his counter and walked back into the living room where she came from "Im gonna go, I didn't find anyone to cover my shift, but obviously there's water in your fridge." She said as she fixed her hair as she looked at her friend. "Are you going to be okay if I leave? If not, I can text Parker and Im sure she'll be over here in two seconds."

Dom had been drinking a little bit but wasnt completely wasted, at least not like the night before. Today was a hard day and he wished he could just fast forward it all. He didn't want to feel it anymore. That loss the day his grandpa died. He was sitting on the couch and the one person that he called but shouldnt have was Skylar. She was the only one that understood. She was there that night when he got the call from his mother. He didn't even get to say goodbye. "It's fine" he shook his head. "You can go if you want I'll be fine" he stood up and felt dizzy a bit. "I'll walk you out." he said nodded towards the front door of his new house. Dom blinked slowly and he moved towards the door. "Thank you." he spoke. "For being here. I'm sorry I'm a mess."

Skylar slowly nodded. "Alright." She said softly and watched him stood up. "You dont have to, its fine." She followed him towards the door and stopped as she looked at him. "Not a problem, we're friends now right? Nah, no need to apologize. Really, you're allowed to grieve and work through your grief." She gave him a small smile before she gave him a hug. "Now, call that girl of yours." She gave him a knowing look and opened up the door. She started to walk and stopped before she turned to face him. "I mean it Dom. She needs to know."

Dom hugged her back briefly and he walked her outside. "I know I know. I'll tell her." He nodded. Dom paused as they were outside and he leaned over and pulled her into another hug. "Thanks again. I just..needed someone you know." He watched her leave and as he walked back inside he got his phone out to text Parker. -hey, so i need to talk to you about that thing that I told you i wanted to talk to you about. can you come over?- He pressed send and starred at his phone waiting for a response.

Parker was glad that Avery's regular babysitter was able to watch her, since she couldn't help but think about what was going on with Dom. She didn't want Avery to worry about her. She slipped her hands into her dress pockets as she paced back and forth, waiting to hear something from him since he ghosted, kind of anyways. "Fuck it." She grabbed her keys, grabbed her phone and headed over to his new place. She made sure that her door was locked and headed over to his place. Parker felt her heart dropped when she saw Skylar leaving his place and hid some bushes when she saw him outside with her. Was it the thing he wanted to talk to her about? She couldn't believe this was happening, nothing was making any sense. She poked her head above the bush and saw him pulled her into a hug. No, no. This was insane. She felt her phone vibrate a bit later and pulled it out. She stood up once she knew that Skylar was gone and headed up to his front door. -I'm at the front door.- She pressed sent, pocketed her phone and felt her blood boiling.

Dom sat up straight on the couch when Parker texted back so quickly. That was fast. He frowned and then went to the front door. He was a little tipsy but not drunk drunk. Not like she's seem him before. He opened the door and smiled. "Hi" he said. "What did you do run over here?" he asked a little sad chuckle came from his lips. He let her inside. "I'm sorry its still a mess. I havent had the motivation to unpack just yet" Dom wasn't in his usual chipper mood and for good reason. But Parker seemed upset maybe? "Is everything okay?" he asked.

Parker took a couple of breaths as she tried to control her emotions and looked up when she heard him open up the door. "Hi." She said softly and shook her head. "No, I was actually on my way over here." She looked at him, knowing that he was tispy and swallowed hard when she heard the chuckle. She shut the door behind her then moved into the living room, liking the place better than her own and closed her eyes. "No, um. I need to know if Skylar and you are back together because I refuse to be that girl who had high hopes of us getting back together when apparently she's over here and how much have you drink? Because if you're going to be drinking again, then Avery's not going over here until you're sober a.and I wont be with you if you're heavily drinking again and." She rolled her eyes at herself since her nerves got the best of her.

Dom frowned. "What?" he was so confused and Parker seemed so upset. He knew that telling her what he wanted to know was going to break her heart. "Im sorry, I'm sorry" he walked towards he and put his hands on her shoulders. "I'm not with Skylar. I'll explain okay. Just let me explain. I had a couple drinks I know I'm sorry. I just...today is a hard day." he couldn't help it when the tears started to fall from his eyes. He shook his head and sat down on the couch. "I don't want to tell you. Because I don't want you to feel the way I'm feeling right now and how I felt this way last year." he was almost balling now. "You might want to sit down" he said as he looked up at her.

Parker looked at him before she let out a breath and rested her head. "Thank god or I mightve done something stupid. Im sorry, Im sorry." She said. She looked up to see tears rolling down his cheeks, making her on the verge of tears and wiped them from his cheeks. "Baby, what's going on." She sat down next to him and rubbed his back. "Hey, whatever it is, we can work through it together as a team." Her head was spinning in all kinds of different directions now.

Dom shook his head. "I shouldve told you last year. But we werent in a good place and I didn't know how. I didn't want to break your heart again. I just couldnt." he swallowed thickly. "Grandpa passed away last year. Exactly one year ago today." He looked at her and he started to cry again. "Im sorry I didn't tell you. I just couldn't." he shook his head. "Skylar was with me when I found out. We were trying to be friends. Like actual friends and this whole week when the anniversary was coming up I panicked and she came over. We're jsut friends kinda of...not really. It doesnt matter though and I'm just so sorry."

Parker furrowed her eyebrows again as she rubbed his arm and stopped when she heard that grandpa passed away. "No." She said as she stood up, taking a deep breath and started to cry as she walked away from him. "No, not grandpa. H-How?" She swallowed hard as she tried to focus on him and sat down as she couldnt focus on him anymore. Her grandpa, the one family member who adopted her into the family. The other person she wanted to see while they were in Ohio, was gone. She buried her face in her hands as she bawled, feeling heartbroken and wasn't for sure what to feel. Between hearing that grandpa Jones was gone, the fact that Skylar was with him when he found out and the fact that she had been with him this whole week. She wasn't only grieving one death and heartbroken because of losing grandpa jones, but she was heartbroken to learn that Dom had kept this from her and had his ex there instead of her. The supposed be the love of his life, the mother of his child. "I-I don't care, you should've told me that he was gone, Dominic. I would've been there despite being in a bad place, not her." She looked up at him. "H-He was my grandpa too a..and now he's never going to meet his great granddaughter because of me and how selfish I was when it came to keeping her a secret from you guys." She let out a shaky breath as she rubbed her hands on her shorts and sniffed as she gotten up. "Do you have anymore alcohol?"

Dom hated to see her cry because it made him cry in return. He shook his head. "I know I know I should have. I'm sorry Parks. I'm so sorry" He frowned and shook his head. "You did what you thought was best and I should have told you. I didn't want to hurt you again. I didn't mean for Skylar to be there. I didn't want her to be there but she was and I can't change that. I can't change any of this and I just...I'm sorry." he took a deep breath and looked up at her as she stood. "Yeah in the kitchen." he said.

Parker "No, I didn't. Its obvious I didn't. Between two years ago and now, I didn't make the right choice." Parker said as she looked at him and shook her head before she let out a bitter chuckle. She walked into the kitchen, grabbed whatever she could find and took a swig of it. It had been years since she had straight alcohol, but she needed it. She spotted some whiskey, drank some and put the lid on it as she swallowed it. She could feel herself kind of tispy, but she wanted more. More to numb the pain. She grabbed the bottle, sat down in front of the couch and took the cap off of it before she took a drink from the bottle.

Dom watched her walk off to the kitchen and when she came back he looked over at her. They sat on the couch in silence for a long time. It felt like forever. He reached over to hold her free hand. He said silent not really knowing what to say. What could you say at a moment like this? He already apologized and explain. He felt horrible. He didn't want her to feel the same and here she was drinking on his couch, a place he never thought she would be.

Parker sniffed as she licked the whiskey from her lips and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand that held the bottle to get the rest of it off of her lips. "Was the funeral nice?" She finally asked softly as she looked at him and looked back ahead after she put the cap back onto the bottle. "I take it that she went with you there too?" She shouldnt be like this, but she was distraught, heartbroken and not knowing what else to say.

Dom frowned. "I wouldn't know. I didn't go" he said looking down at his lap and away from her. He couldnt look back at her and see the hurt in her eyes. "This week was the first time I talked to Skylar since last year.. Is that what you are really upset about here? That she was there and not you?" he asked finally looking over at her and shaking his head.

Parker glanced over at him and pulled her hand out of his hand before she placed the cap onto the bottle. "I honestly don't give a damn about Skylar now. I was a little upset at the fact that she was there and not me, but right now Im really upset at the fact that you didn't tell me that grandpa jones passed away when it happened. Im really upset at the fact that you chose to keep that information from me and I get that why, because you're in the grieving process and sure we were in a bad place, but I would've put that to the side to be there for you because I knew how much he meant to you and to your family." She swallowed some as she looked at him. "You didn't want to open up to me right away and wanted to wait to tell me. I get that, I do but dom. We're trying to be a couple again but we can't when one of us closes the other one off." She placed the bottle onto the floor and looked at him. "Your issues are my issues, your problems are mine. Your loses are mine." She swallowed hard as she studied him and shook her head. "We cant be Dom and Parks if we don't tell each other things. If we don't then we're going to end back in the place when we broke up the first time. And I am glad that she was there for you, because at least one of us were and is there for you."

Dom shook his head. “Really because it seems like oh do when you’re passive aggressive with me about her.” Dom stood up. “I told you why I didn’t tell you and yeah maybe it wasn’t the right thing to do but you have no right to blame me for not telling you when you kept a big ass secret from me for two years. It’s just as worse and hypocritical.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to fight with you today parker. Not today. I just can’t. I’m sorry and I’ll say sorry over and over again as much as you want me to but I can’t change it.” He had so much more that he wanted to say but he just couldn’t. It was exhausted and felt like before they broke up when they fought all the time. He looked at the floor. “I’m sorry,” He said quietly with sadness in his voice. He could feel himself starting to cry again.

Parker shook her head when he apologize. "No, don't be. You have a point. Im the one who should be sorry." She whispered after she let everything that he had said settled in and sat away from him. She wasn't for sure what else to say, so she stood up, grabbed the bottle of whiskey and placed it on the counter. She quietly found a box that was marked glasses, grabbed two and filled them with water after she washed them. She placed a glass for him in front of him and sat down where she was at and placed her glass next to her. "I think you should stay with Avery and I, I don't want you staying here by yourself. If you want, that is. Im not going to force you to stay with me though. I'll sleep on the couch and you can sleep in the bed."

Dom took the glass from her and he took a big gulp. He closed his eyes and ran his hand over his head. “Okay.” He agreed. “No it’s okay I don’t want to be alone tonight.” He moved behind the couch and put his hand on her shoulder. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll pack a bag.”

Parker nodded. "Okay." She spoke softly. She closed her eyes when she felt his hand on her shoulder and bit down on her bottom lip as she stopped a sob from escaping. She nodded again as she grabbed her water, took a drink, placed it next to her and pulled her knees close to her chest. She let out a shaky breath as she placed her hands on the back of her neck and rested her forehead against her knees. She knew that they would be back where they were because of her and they didn't that. Especially when there was their daughter now.

Dom went to his bedroom and packed a small bag of clothes. He moved back out to the living room seeing parker crawled up in a little ball. He frowned and moved quickly beside her. “Parks.” He said her name and pulled her into a tight hug. “Come here.” He spoke.

Parker wrapped her arms around him and stuffed her face into the crook of his neck. "Im so sorry." She whispered, knowing that she had a plan to take their family to visit grandpa Jones now.

Dom held her close and rubbed her arm reassuringly. “It’s ok” He whispered. “It’s gonna be okay.” He held her close for a while and pulled away slowly. He looked at her and touched her cheek. “I’m sorry too.”

Parker felt him rubbed her arm and let out a shaky breath. She sniffed as she nodded against him, wiped away some of the tears before she looked at him and shook her head. "You dont have to be sorry." She gave him a small smile and looked at him.

Dom looked down at her and he nodded. "Yeah I do" he kissed her forehead and pulled her closer. "Who's watching Avery right now?" he asked. He didn't want to walk in all crying and stuff with some babysitter he didn't know.

Parker shook her head. "No because you had a point." She whispered as she closed her eyes when he kissed her forehead and rested her head on his shoulder. "Her regular babysitter, Monica that watches her during the week and she's over there at her house." She swallowed some as she let out a breath.

Dom nodded. "You wanna get into bed and just watch movies all night and get a big tub of ice cream?" he asked. "Like we used to? Order pizza then?" he asked. Dom wanted to distract himself from the day. And he knew she probably needed it as well.

Parker sniffed as she nodded and stayed close to him. "Yeah and I'll tell Monica that Avery can stay there tonight. She has a daughter who's Avery's age and I don't want her to see us like this. Not yet." She closed her eyes as she licked her lips and listened to his heartbeat.

Dom nodded. "Yeah me either." he took a break. "You wanna just stay here for a little while then" he said as he kept her in his arms. He didn't want to let go. Ever. He wished he could keep her safe and stop all the hurting she was feeling right now because he knew how it felt. He was feeling it too.

Parker "Yes please." Parker replied as she rubbed his arm the best she could do and closed her eyes. She stayed quiet for a while before she opened up her eyes and looked around the best she could. "By the way, when we do order pizza, you're gonna answer the door."

Dom nodded. "i can do that." he smiled. "Lets go back over to your place yeah?" he asked. Dom stood up and he reached out his hand for her to take. He helped her up and kept her hand in his as he picked up his overnight bag. He walked out the front door with her and they walked down the road hand and hand towards Parker's.

#para:dom #para: #para:sbm #death tw #alcohol tw

[vikingpoteto]

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Summary:  Katsuki needs to deal with the fact that he's in love with his best friend sooner or later and he knows that. Needless to say, this is not Katsuki's area of expertise.

Word count:  10458

This is my fanfic for the @bnhasummerexchange, a gift to @shipeo

Bakugou Katsuki realizes he’s in love at the worst possible moment.

Not that, in Katsuki’s not so humble opinion, there is ever a good moment to realize you have feelings. Romance was never a priority in his life and he can count on the fingers of one of his hands the times in which he hooked up with strangers just for the sake of experimenting – couldn’t have people going around he was inexperienced or some shit – just to decide that it wasn’t for him. Girls, guys, whoever that is in between… Katsuki has better things to do with his time.

Or at least that what he thinks until that very moment.

It isn’t a particularly romantic moment. Kirishima is too drunk to function, let alone stand on his feet, and Katsuki grunts and curses under his weight as he carries him on his back in the dark of the night. The streets are not completely empty, as it’s expected from a night in Tokyo, and the pollution makes it impossible to see any stars. Katsuki can swear the people passing by are judging them, even though all of them avert their eyes when Katsuki glares back. He guesses the sight of an angry looking teenager giving a piggyback ride to a semi-unconscious red haired boy must look pretty suspicious.

Kirishima doesn’t look particularly attractive either. His hair is stupid enough as it is and it doesn’t look any better when half of it is oddly deflated and sticky with soda. His clothes are disheveled and his cheeks have uneven blotches of red, certainly caused by the uncanny amount of alcohol consumed.

It is definitely not a scene you’d see in a love story, that’s for sure.

And yet.

“You’re a fucking burden, you know that?” Katsuki grunts, as another lady crosses the street to avoid them. He’s thankful they’re quickly leaving downtown behind and wandering into the part of the town where people are indoors and asleep. “I should have left your sorry fucking ass passed out on the floor.”

“Butcha didn’t!” Kirishima slurs and his breath tickles against Katsuki’s bare neck.

Katsuki shivers. “Don’t fucking test me, Kirishima, I can still drop you.”

“Nooooo…” And he starts swinging his legs back and forth, making notoriously more difficult for Katsuki to hold him in place.

“You fu- You piece of shit, I’m going to drop you for real!”

“So ya’ were just saying before?” Kirishima giggles.

Katsuki ignores him and just tries to walk faster, mumbling a string of curses under his breath. Kirishima giggles some more, as if Katsuki’s annoyance is nothing to worry about and that only makes him angrier. He considers actually letting Kirishima fall on the sidewalk and just leaving him there, but he just adjusts his grip so Kirishima won’t slide off instead.

They’re finally in the correct neighborhood and there isn’t anyone else to sideeye them anymore. Katsuki feels almost relieved.

“Hmmm… Bakugou?” Kirishima calls after a while. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“No.”

“Bakugoooou!”

“You’re probably going to regret it when you’re sober and I don’t want to know, so what’s the point?”

“Bakugooooooooooooooooooou !”

“ Fucking fine! What is it?”

Kirishima wiggles a little and leans in until his lips touch Katsuki’s earlobe, causing him to stop to a halt and hold his breath. Then, Kirishima whispers, “ you touching my butt. ”

At that, Katsuki does let go of Kirishima. Sue him. He was never known for being patient and he sure as hell wasn’t fit for a babysitter.

Kirishima, as intoxicated as he is, is probably expecting that, because he yelps and tightens the grip of his arms around Katsuki’s neck. Kirishima does go down, but he drags Katsuki backwards with him and huffs under the weight of his friend as the two boys lie on the sidewalk in an undignified pile of limbs.

“ You fucking assrag piece of shit motherfucking fuck !” Katsuki roars, trying to untangle himself from Kirishima.

And the asshole is still laughing, despite having both arms now wrapped around his stomach as if it got hurt on the fall. Katsuki secretly wishes he broke a rib or two as he rolls to the dirty sidewalk and turns to glare at Kirishima.

“I should kick your fucking ass,” Katsuki snarls.

From the ground, Kirishima turns to him, a wide smile on his face and his eyes looking dazed and intoxicated. He doesn’t look scared or worried. Instead, he looks as though he thinks murderous Katsuki is a sight for sore eyes and he wouldn’t want to see anyone else in the world.

“Not if I kick your ass,” Kirishima says affectionately.

That is not at all something romantic to say.

It is not, but Katsuki purses his lips and the only thoughts in his mind are something on the lines of fuck, I love him.

Katsuki hates this and he hates himself for thinking something so absurd in a moment like this. He’d like to get up and run home, to physically run from his feelings and forget this ever happened.

He can’t do that right now, however, because Kirishima is already curling up like a cat as if he fully intends on sleeping on the sidewalk.

“Oh, no. Nononono, you’re not pulling that now, you dick. On your feet.”

Katsuki stands and roughly pulls Kirishima up by his wrist, winning a pained groan in response.  Kirishima stumbles and Katsuki hooks his arm around his own shoulders to offer support.

“C’mon, my house is just around the corner,” Katsuki says.

Kirishima whines and complains as Katsuki drags him along, trying his hardest to ignore how fast his heart is beating.

This is just Kirishima, he tells himself. There is nothing different.

It feels different, however and he’s on the verge of a meltdown when they finally reach his house and he has to put Kirishima down for a couple of moments as he scrambles with his keys.

“Bakugou, you’re sooooo strooooong…” Kirishima slurs as he is pulled to his feet once again.

“Shut,” Katsuki says, “the hell up. I should have left you to die at Kaminari’s. I should have taken you home so your moms would kill you instead.”

Kirishima giggles into Katsuki’s shoulder and his drunken slurs almost drown a soft voice that comes from inside the house:

“Katsuki?”

Katsuki’s stomach drops. His father comes from the living room with a bemused expression and his eyes are quick to fall on Kirishima’s not-just-a-little-tispy face. Katsuki tightens his arm around Kirishima’s waist, cursing in his head, because as much as he threatened Kirishima on the way here, he never really intended to rat him out.

“Dad, what are you doing up?”

“I couldn’t sleep, so I went to grab a night snack. Is Eijirou okay?”

Katsuki tries desperately to make Kirishima stand straight, but he’s pretty sure Kirishima is falling asleep on his shoulder.

“He’s fine, he’s just… tired or some shit.”

It sounds stupid and fake and Katsuki doesn’t know what to do about it. He isn’t used to giving excuses or anything like that. He doesn’t know how to lie , especially to his parents.

Bakugou Masaru might look mild, but his mind is sharp enough. He isn’t fooled by his son’s lame attempt at lying for even a second, his lips pressing in a tight line. Katsuki mirrors his expression and waits.

“Take him to your bedroom before your mom wakes up. We’re going to talk about this in the morning, Katsuki.”

With a relieved sigh, Katsuki nods and heads to his bedroom. Kirishima lets himself be dragged along. Once they’re inside, Katsuki lets out a relieved breath. He doesn’t let Kirishima take the bed and all but kicks him to a guest futon – the bed is big enough for the two of them and they have shared it more than once, but doing it right now feels weird to say the least. Besides, Kirishima stinks of alcohol, no matter how much he whines that Katsuki is being mean.

Katsuki doesn’t sleep after that.

Katsuki should have seen this coming.

Kirishima carved his way into Katsuki’s life without asking for permission and refusing to be refused. He made a place for himself always pushing just enough, but never crossing the line and, before Katsuki realized it, Kirishima was already a constant in his life.

He brought others with him, of course, because guys like Kirishima are never alone. That’s how Katsuki ended up taking Kaminari and Ashido and Sero and a whole lot of others that come and go although they wouldn’t be tolerated normally.

He wouldn’t tolerate them normally… if it wasn’t for Kirishima.

(And if Katsuki came to care for them later… Well, that’s a whole different story. And it’s not that he cares, for startarters   it’s just that he got used to having them around and they’re kind of his now.)

Kirishima can get away with almost anything because he’s Kirishima. Katsuki should have paid attention to the signs.

To the way he didn’t mind when Kirishima leaned against him when they were studying together. To how he enjoyed just looking at Kirishima’s dumb face from the very beginning. To the small clutch in his chest when Kirishima smiled at him. To the rush of pleasure when Kirishima made him laugh and then gazed at him with affection in his eyes.

Katsuki is a smart kid, he really is. If the idea of falling in love wasn’t so absurd, he would have realized.

When Katsuki gives up on pretending to be asleep, it’s almost eight in the morning. He gets up and glares at Kirishima, who’s still fast asleep and snoring lightly. Katsuki wants to kick him – how dare him? – but he ignores the urge and makes his way to the kitchen.

For the second time in less than 24 hours, he almost has a heart attack when he finds his father waiting for him.

“Good morning, son,” Masaru says.

Katsuki scowls and grunts something impossible to understand in response. “Where’s mum?”

“Left for work already,” Masaru replies calmly, but there is censure in his eyes. He knows why his son doesn’t want his mother around right now. “Katsuki, about last night… Eijirou was drunk.”

“Yeah,” Katsuki grunts and drops on one of the stools by the counter, defeated. “He was.”

“What about you?”

“Oh my fucking God! You know I don’t drink!”

“Well, your mother and I trust you, you know that, but we know that friends can be…”

“I did not drink any fucking alcohol,” Katsuki cuts him off enunciating every word clearly. “I wouldn’t do that. And Kirishima is not a bad influence. He doesn’t usually drink either, I don’t know how he got that shitfaced.”

“You don’t know?” Masaru frowns. “I thought you went to the party together.”

“We did, but I met Uraraka and she challenged me. We ended up competing the whole night.”

“Uraraka… That’s the girl you made that history project with? A really lovely young lady with brown hair?”

“Round face, yeah.”

“What kind of competition are we talking, Katsuki?”

Katsuki glares at his father. In the Bakugou family, they have the habit of holding staring contests in which they communicate without saying words. A special ability they developed through the years to decrease the amount of shouting in the house – especially because Masaru never shouts and Katsuki and his mom always end up feeling silly. Katsuki asks with his eyes if his father is being serious right now. Silently, Masaru arches his eyebrows as if telling Katsuki to let him be a parent.

“It was a video game competition, dad. And then some physical challenges. We did bet who could drink more soda, at some point.”

Katsuki thought they both would go floating by the end of the last completion before they got interrupted.

“It seems like you had a lot of fun.” Masaru’s eyes sparkle behind his glasses, as if he’s trying his best to remain a serious parent and not laugh. “Who won?”

“It was a pain in the ass, actually. And no one. We were tied when Kaminari came asking me to go help Kirishima.”

“Right. About that…you said you don’t know why he got that drunk. Is it really unusual? I know you want to protect your friend, but if this is serious, I should talk to Mrs. Kirishima and…”

“No! I mean, I told you he doesn’t usually do that. No need to tell his mothers.”

Masaru twists his lips as if he’s not satisfied and Katsuki twists his hands on his lap under the counter, nervously waiting.

“Fine,” Masaru says finally. “But if I find out about something like this again, I am going to snitch. ”

“Don’t use that freaking word ever again.”

“Only if you buy my silence by making pancakes.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes and heads to the cabinets to get the ingredients he needs.

I know you’re protecting your friend, Masaru had said. Katsuki feels pathetic, because that’s exactly what he’s doing. He should have left Kirishima dealing with the consequences of his idiotic actions alone at Kaminari’s. He should have sent Kirishima home in an Uber or something. But he didn’t want Kirishima to get in trouble, so he brought him to his own house instead and personally put him to bed. He ignored the fact that it could get himself in trouble. He didn’t even think about what would be done of his reputation if someone saw him carrying a drunk person around or about how his mother would skin them both if she found out. He just thought about Kirishima.

Katsuki wouldn’t have done that for just anyone. Katsuki had never put someone else’s needs above his own.

He has to do something about this.

As he prepares the pancakes with more enthusiasm than usual, loudly clicking the spoon against the bowl, he begrudgingly admits to himself he doesn’t know what to do in this situation. He never thought he’d be in this position.

Katsuki prides himself in never asking for help – he is pretty self-sufficient, thank you very much – but this time… Well, he might need a second opinion. He tries to swallow his pride and calmly consider his options, since his go-to person is Kirishima and there’s no way he’ll ask his crush how to deal with a crush. Kaminari and Ashido would make fun of him, so neither of them are options. Sero is asexual and aromantic, so he probably doesn’t know what to do either.

God, he has the most useless friends in the world.

Across the table, his father pours himself another cup of coffee, making the pleasant scent fill the kitchen and drawing Katsuki’s attention to himself.

Katsuki blinks. His father… he has experience with romantic relationships, doesn’t he? And, unlike his mother, Katsuki’s father is very likely to stop pushing the subject as soon as Katsuki draws the line.

He hesitates for a second, but… well. It’s not like he has a choice. The earlier he deals with this, the better. It’s a physical effort to make the words come out, and he speaks to the pancakes he’s preparing instead of looking at Masaru.

“Dad?”

“Hm?”

“Mom asked you out, right?”

“Oh?” Masaru grins. “You always beg us to shut up when we try to tell you that story. Is there something you want to tell me, Katsuki?”

Katsuki makes a disgusted noise, already regretful. “Never mind, forget I asked.”

“No, no, it’s all right, let me tell you.” Masaru’s eyes spark with excitement. “She didn’t ask me out. We had been co-workers for a while and I guess it was obvious how much I cared for her. So she didn’t ask anything… She did ask me if I was free and then told me we were going out on a date. I knew then she was the one.”

“ Eugh , gross, stop talking, I don’t want to fucking know-”

“You asked, though!”

“I regret it, I’m never touching that subject ever again.”

Katsuki decides he’ll figure out a way out of this mess on his own. He doesn’t know why he thought asking his dad about his relationship with Katsuki’s mom was a good idea. It’s not like he wants to marry Kirishima.

…

Oh God.

Oh God, no, someone please take that picture out of his head, erase the horrible, horrible picture. He’s 17, for crying out loud, he does not want any embarrassing ideas lurking in his brain.

“Why did you, then?” Masaru asks.

Distracted, Katsuki glares at him. “What?”

“Why did you ask about me and your mom, if the subject bothers you so much?”

Katsuki doesn’t really believe in regret, but on that moment he wants to scream and run away of the situation he got himself into. He knows how sharp and observant his father is. He knows it, and yet…

“Nothing! I mean… I don’t- Fuck I don’t know, I was just making small fucking talk or some shit.”

“Oho? Could it be that you want advice? Does this have something to do with the young lady you spent yesterday’s party with?”

Uraraka is the last person in Katsuki’s mind, so it takes him a few seconds to understand what his father means by that – that Katsuki is considering asking out that pancake faced girl – and he only has time to make a disgusted face – as if he would ever date one of Deku’s closest friends! – before a loud thump interrupts their conversation.

“Oh, I… s-sorry,” Kirishima mumbles. “I, huh, still half-asleep, I guess.”

He crouches down to pick up the plastic bowl he knocked down on his way inside the kitchen, his face flushing bright red.

“Don’t worry about it, Eijirou. Come join us and have some pancakes,” Masaru says. “You don’t look so hot. Do you need some water? Medicine?”

Katsuki glares at his father. Stop jabbing at him for getting drunk, we talked about this, he wants to say. Masaru raises an eyebrow, as though saying he’s just trying to be nice. Katsuki doesn’t believe the innocent look for even a second.

“Oh, n-no, Mr. Bakugou, I’m fine, thank you. I...”

Katsuki sighs heavily. “Sit down, Kirishima, I’ll get your food.”

“Wha- No, Bakugou, you don’t have to, I’ve imposed...” but he shuts up when Katsuki glares at him. “I mean… Breakfast sounds great.”

Katsuki nods, satisfied. Kirishima isn’t afraid of him and he knows that, but apparently Kirishima feels guilty enough to obey Katsuki’s orders without questioning. Katsuki pours him a glass of water as a prize before he starts piling pancakes for Kirishima on a plate.

He feel his father’s eyes following the interaction, probably noticing how Katsuki would not take care of just any hungover bastard. Probably thinking that it isn’t Uraraka the reason Katsuki was asking stupid questions earlier. Regardless, his father is sensible enough to not make any further comment, so Katsuki stores that, as well, for later inspection.

Katsuki takes school very seriously. He’s not happy unless his grades are the better because he aim high for his future and he won’t rest if he’s not the absolute best. He always pays attention to class, even if that means kicking Ashido’s or Kaminari’s chairs so they shut up. The only class in which he relaxes a little bit is P.E.

Just a little.

While the teacher rambles and points at the small board she brought to the gym to explain the types of muscles Katsuki has already seen in his biology book, he sits on the back of the gym. Ashido and Sero join him not much later, equally uninterested in the class.

Ashido leans against Katsuki and he lets her, because she’s brought with her a bag of his favorite spicy chips and she shares them with him when the teacher is not looking.

“Is any of this even necessary?” She asks. “This is physical education. We should be doing something physical.”

Katsuki agrees, so he says nothing. Sero snorts.

“Does that mean you want to get physical? Physical ?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

Katsuki kicks him as Ashido laughs. “How old are you, tape face?”

“Will you let go of that nickname? That tape thing happened two years ago!”

Again Katsuki pretends not to hear as Ashido wheezes and then chokes on her chips. He takes the bag from her hands while Sero hits her back with enthusiasm.

Katsuki lets Ashido and Sero do their thing, telling himself to at least pretend he’s paying attention to this stupid class. His eyes, however, seem to have other plans, for they insistently spot a certain red head in the crowd of students.

If at least Kirishima’s hair wasn’t so damn flashy!

Katsuki has been trying to forget about this useless infatuation – he refuses to think of the L-word after that unfortunate night – but it’s not the easiest task. Not when Kirishima is right there by his side all the fucking time.

And it’s not like he didn’t look at Kirishima before, because he’s pretty sure he did. All the time. It’s just that looking at Kirishima has gained a new meaning since the last Saturday night. Now, when they exchange glances during class, Katsuki’s stomach does an interesting somersault. When he looks at a crowd and Kirishima’s face is the first one he recognizes, his heart skips a beat.

It’s so freaking stupid.

And Kirishima has no fucking idea. He sits there, with that loser Fuckfuck McFuck or whatever freakish name that dumbass has. He doesn’t look back at Bakugou, but Bakugou sees the way he’s grinning at something his idiotic friend has said. He doesn’t need to look at Bakugou, because he’s a stupid ass softie that can and will care about anyone and everyone. Kirishima seems to have taken as his personal mission to try and befriend every single student and he’s succeeding, managing to befriend even the infamous Bakugou Katsuki.

Now that Katsuki thinks about it, all of his friends – Kaminari, Ashido, Sero… All of the losers he tolerates – started hanging out with him because he was with Kirishima all the damn time.  (Uraraka doesn’t count, because she’s a rival, not a friend.)

In a moment of weakness, Katsuki wishes he had more people to occupy his mind – as Kirishima does – so he wouldn’t have to feel this aching pain in his gut while Kirishima was away. He bites his lower lip at the absurdity of the thought, because he has other stuff to think about. He has his goals and dreams. The friends he already has are a handful as it is.

Kirishima looks back and his eyes meet Katsuki’s for one split second before he turns his stare to the teacher. Kirishima can go die in a hole for all Katsuki cares. He and his dumb friends.

A finger pokes on his cheek and he turns to glare at Ashido. Her huge eyes are way too close.

“Are you okay, blasty?”

He slaps her hand away. “No. This class is boring as fuck.”

“I get it.” Ashido nods solemnly and leans against Bakugou’s arm again, her eyes turned to the teacher. He’s way too used to her touchy-feeliness to be bothered to shove her away. “If at least Kiri was here with us… We could play a game. Two against two.”

“Eh. Leave him be,” Sero says. “P.E. is the only time he gets to spend with Tetsutetsu. And we don’t want to hang out with the two of them at the same time. We’d have a testosterone overdose.”

Ashido laughs. “Hey, doesn’t his name sound like an… an…Bakugou, what do we call a word that is actually a sound?”

Months ago, Katsuki wouldn’t know what the fuck she means. But now he’s spent enough time at group study sessions to learn how to translate Ashido’s dumb questions.

“Onomatopoeia,” he says.

“Right. I was gonna say centipede. But hey, doesn’t Tetsutetsu sound like an onomatopoeia for electronic music?”

Sero grins. “What, like tuntz tuntz ?”

“Yeah! Except that it goes tetsu-tetsu-tetsu-tetsu.”

Bakugou leans forward so Ashido falls. She yelps indignantly.

“Fucking shut up!” He hisses. “The class might be dumb, but some of us care about grades, loser.”

“Fine, Captain Grumpy-pants,” she says with a pout and turns to lean against Sero instead.

Katsuki misses her warm weight, which is almost as dumb as caring about Kirishima spending time with losers with onomatopoeias as names. Not that he c ares , it’s just annoying that he’s there losing his shit because of Kirishima and the fucker is right over there, having fun with someone Katsuki hates. The fucker.

“Now, let’s get some asses moving!” The teacher yells, clapping her hands loudly to wake up the disperse class. Her red lips stretch into an evil grin. “It’s dodgeball time!”

A lot of students groan, some look absolutely horrified, but Katsuki sneers and jumps to his feet to stretch. Ashido whoops excitedly.

“Ashido, Sero, you’re the captains. I want everyone stretching as they choose the teams.”

“I want Kirishima,” Sero yells immediately.

Of course he does. Kirishima may not be the fastest player, but he’s strong and he’s the first to be chosen every damn time.

“That’s how you want to play, huh?” Ashido grins. “Then I want Bakugou.”

“I get Midoriya, then.”

Several students look at the teacher, waiting for her to interfere. She doesn’t. She knows that having Deku and Katsuki in opposite teams usually results in them forgetting about the others and focusing on each other until one of them falls, but, judging by the way she smirks, she thinks the idea is funny.

After that, Ashido gets Uraraka, the ponytail chick and Kaminari. Katsuki is annoyed that she’s going for her closest friends rather than strongest players, but he guesses Uraraka and Kaminari are not that bad. Besides, he knows that teams won’t matter when the ball start rolling. He’s going to be the last one standing anyway.

Sero gets the kid with the glasses, two-faces, the emo kid that’s obsessed with birds and everything is alright until he calls that name.

“Tetsutetsu,” Sero says.

Tetsutetsu grins as he joins the team. Katsuki sees red when he and Kirishima bump fists. Katsuki decides he has a better target than Deku, for once.

The teacher walks among them, correcting their forms as they stretch. She compliments Katsuki’s flexibility, as always, but for once it doesn’t matter. He’s staring at the way Kirishima is trying to help Tetsutetsu. Both of them are as stiff as a pair of rocks – shouldn’t similar people repel each other or whatever? – but they laugh together, as if their incapacities are hilarious instead of pathetic. Katsuki is disgusted.

“Let’s go get ‘em!” Ashido shouts to her teammates.

Everyone stays out of Bakugou’s way when he grabs a ball and waits for the start of the game. On the other side of the gym, Kirishima is right by Tetsutetsu’s side and he leans in to whisper something into his ear, making Katsuki hold the ball hard enough to deform it.

The whistle had barely touched the teacher’s lips when Katsuki launches the ball with the force of a comet straight at Tetsutetsu’s face. The fact that it hits him hard on the nose and bounces right at Kirishima’s own nose makes the most spectacular double kill even for Katsuki’s standards and it also sets a new record for how fast he was pulled out of a game.

Which, you know, it’s all Kirishima’s fault, if you think about it.

That girl with the long hair in a side ponytail and another loser from class B help Tetsutetsu to the infirmary, but that is nothing compared to the small army that tries to escort Kirishima, including, but not limited to, Ashido, Kaminari, Sero, Deku, Uraraka and the square glasses guy. Kirishima is always bitching about how he’s just a regular guy with no real attractive traits, but he’s really damn popular. Katsuki, on the other hand, doesn’t move a muscle to help or to apologize.

Kirishima and Tetsutetsu look even more like the freakish separated at birth twins they are with identic bloody noses. Except that Katsuki hates one of them to the moon and back and kinda  want to smooch the other.

(Right now he totally hates both, though.)

(And he isn’t feeling guilty, he’s not. This is all Kirishima’s fault.)

However, as he watches Kirishima walking out of the gym under the concerned looks of all of his classmates, Katsuki can’t help but to think about how different they are. If Katsuki got himself a bloody nose – not that he’d be stupid enough to get one, but hypothetically speaking – there wouldn’t be anyone trying to escort him to the infirmary besides Kirishima himself.

He wouldn’t want that, of course, he can handle himself, and he’s never wanted stupid friends to get in his way and distract him from his goals to begin with, it’s just that makes him think that him and Kirishima are in complete opposite sides of a spectrum. How the hell did they end up being friends, anyway? It’s not that surprising that Katsuki ended up falling for him, since there must be a ton of people thirsting after Kirishima, but how come Kirishima stays with Bakugou? They’re too different, too unmatched.

Katsuki watches Kirishima go and he knows he’s just heading to the infirmary, but it feels a lot more dramatic than that. As if Kirishima’s walking away from Katsuki specifically – and after Katsuki hurt him, no less – and Katsuki can’t help but to think this is the way it’s supposed to be.

“Blasty?”

He blinks, startled to find Ashido by his side. When did she left the game?

She eyes him, squinting as if she’s trying to see his face better. “I thought something was up, but it might have been just my imagination,” she says. “But now I can see that something is up.”

“The fuck you’re talking about, freak?”

“You,” she says, all serious. “Are you okay, Bakugou?”

“Why the hell wouldn’t I be?”

“Dunno. You just don’t look okay.”

“Go mind your own stupid business.”

Usually insulting her does the trick and, for a moment, it seems like it works, for she pouts and makes as if she’s going to get up and find a seat somewhere else. However, she stops and squints at his face for a moment more. Whatever she sees does not please her and she looks disappointed.

“All right. I’ll mind my own stupid business,” she says.

Katsuki feels a lump in his throat, which is absurd, because he w ants her to go away in the same way he wants his dumb feelings for Kirishima to go away. He doesn’t want to long for something unachievable. He doesn’t want Ashido to stay and he wants less to want her to stay . He presses his lips into a tight line and looks at the game instead.

“I’m gonna stay here, though.” Ashido scoots closer and leans against him like she did earlier. Her familiar weight feels good as she rests her head on his shoulder. “It’s a free country and your muscles are nice. You can’t deny me that.”

Katsuki doesn’t say anything. He adjusts so he can almost lean back against her. He feels when she smiles in satisfaction and he ignores the insistent ache in his gut.

Katsuki is trying to focus on his homework when there is a soft knock on the door. He frowns, confused. His father is at work and his mother never bothers knocking - instead, she likes to barge in into his room as if she’s expecting to find him cheating on her with other parents.

“What?” Katsuki asks, bemused.

The person that waltz in isn’t his mother, however. It’s Kirishima.

Katsuki jumps to his feet, startled. “What are you doing here?”

Kirishima’s smile falters at Katsuki’s lack of manners and he cocks an eyebrow up in confusion. “Today is Thursday…?”

Right. Fuck. Every Thursday they meet so Katsuki can tutor Kirishima. After everything that happened, Katsuki completely forgot about it.

“You forgot?”

“No. Grab your stuff. With your grades, you can’t afford to skip a single day of tutoring.”

“Rude,” Kirishima mumbles, as he takes a seat on the floor next to Bakugou’s bed.

Following his cue, Katsuki transfer his notebooks and books to the floor and sits by Kirishima’s side. He’d done this several times before. There is no need for him to make a big deal out of it.

“I want to review Aizawa-sensei’s stuff,” Kirishima says, taking the books out of his bag. “He’s a great teacher and stuff, but I never remember what he says.”

Katsuki eyes Kirishima as he rambles. Kirishima’s nose is a little swollen and he’s wearing a bandaid over a small cut on the bridge. Bakugou threw the ball that hurt him. Meanwhile Kirishima doesn’t make any comments about it and continues to talk about what he didn’t understand in class earlier, as if it doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. Katsuki was angry at Kirishima as well as Tetsutetsu, so he wasn’t supposed to feel guilty.

Except that he does.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts, interrupting Kirishima’s ramble.

“About what?” Kirishima gives him a puzzled look.

“Your face. I hit you earlier. I’m…” He can’t force himself to say it again. His cheeks are already burning. “I didn’t mean to almost break your nose.”

Kirishima smiles sweetly. He shouldn’t be allowed to look this adorable. Not with his stupid pointy hair and his stupid bandaid and the even stupider broken nose.

Except.

“Ahaha you’re feeling bad about that? Don’t sweat it, dude, these things are bound to happen when you’re playing dodgeball.”

“I aimed at you and your stupid friend,” Katsuki says, because hey. He might feel bad that Kirishima got hurt, but his aim is flawless. He won’t let Kirishima think it was an accident.

“I figured.” Kirishima rolls his eyes. “Tetsu and I are strong, of course you’d want to eliminate us first. Otherwise we’d have crushed you.”

“You fucking wish, dumbass.”

Kirishima nudges him lightly, still smiling. “Are you going to teach me or not?”

It’s Katsuki’s turn to rolls his eyes. He opens his own book and asks Kirishima to tell him what he can’t understand.

It’s comfortable. It’s easy. Being alone with Kirishima feels just as right as being on his own. Katsuki can relax and be at ease, because there is nothing to prove. Kirishima already knows who he is and understands him better than anyone else. If Katsuki thinks about it, that might be the reason Katsuki fell for him, to begin with.

That and the fact that Kirishima is the embodiment of everything nice.

Katsuki likes to think of himself as undefeatable most of the time. But perhaps Kirishima has defeated Katsuki. Perhaps Kirishima is the one person Katsuki wouldn’t mind losing to. In the romantic regard, at least.

And maybe that’s the solution, after all. Katsuki lost. Now all that there is left for him is to accept the defeat like  a man and move on. He couldn’t help falling in love with Kirishima, so he might as well learn how to live with those feelings.

It aches. It feels like he’s running in the dark at the edge of a paradise he can never truly be a part of. He used to see Kirishima as his equal, never aware of when the power shifted so that Kirishima would be the one in control. Begrudgingly, Katsuki acknowledges that it isn’t Kirishima’s fault. Kirishima didn’t make Katsuki fall in love on purpose. So Katsuki will embrace the inconvenient, whatever that means and learn how to live with it.

The option would be pushing Kirishima away and that’s something Katsuki does not want. He’ll adjust. He’ll grow.  Katsuki is nothing if not resourceful and a fast learner. He’ll make it work.

He focus on the task at hand, and starts drawing a mind map on his own notebook, telling Kirishima to copy when he’s done. He explains the connections as he does it, keeping his eyes trained on the paper. Being close to Kirishima might be distracting, but he’s stronger than that. He’s…Still a little weak.

He betrays himself by taking a furtive glance at Kirishima and his heart skips a beat. He loses his train of thought. He usually would be better at this, but the way Kirishima is looking at him - his eyes gentle and dreamy, his lips softly curled up in a smile so sweet it shouldn’t suit Kirishima’s sharp, manly face, but it does. When Kirishima looks at him like that, it’s easy to forget they’re not equals anymore. That Kirishima isn’t was in deep as Katsuki.

Kirishima is so unfairly beautiful that it makes Katsuki angry. He doesn’t have to pretend to be annoyed when he glares at him.

“You’re not paying attention, are you?”

“I am!” Kirishima protests.

“Yeah? Then what was I saying?”

“Huh…”

“How the fuck do you plan on learning anything?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just…! When you’re teaching you look so… so…” Kirishima’s cheeks dust with red. “I mean, you- you looks so calm and cool, I couldn’t help but stare.”

“What the fuck? I’m calm all the time, you turd!”

“Ah, yes, there is the Bakugou I know and love.”

“What was that? Is that how you talk to the guy helping you with your homework?”

“Noooo…!”

Katsuki attacks him and their casual banter turns into casual roughhousing that turns into an actual wrestling match with a lot of screaming and rolling around that doesn’t end until Katsuki’s mother barges into the room yelling at them to keep it down.

Once high school started, Katsuki stopped enjoying summer vacation. He liked studying and, since he was too old to go around running catching bugs, there were very few fun things to do. On that year, he both welcomed and dreaded summer.

The good thing was that he wouldn’t see Kirishima everyday and that was part of his training. His journey to learn how to live with this crush would be meaningless if he didn’t know how to be away from Kirishima.

The bad thing was that he wouldn’t see Kirishima everyday and he missed him like crazy.

How stupid is that?

He’s lazing around the house and playing with his phone between his fingers, pretending he isn’t thinking about calling Kirishima. He toys with the idea of calling Kaminari or Ashido instead, but he doesn’t want that either. He’s pissed off that none of them is calling him instead.

He almost drops the phone when it starts ringing.

“Shit- what?” He snarls as he picks up the call.

“ Seriously? That’s how you answer your phone? ” A familiar voice asks.

Katsuki groans. Uraraka.

“The fuck you want, round face?”

“ Some manners. But since that’s asking too much of you, I want your company. ”

“What? You drunk or something?”

“ No ,” she laughs softly. “ Dad got tickets for a movie next Friday, but he can’t go, so he gave them to me. Watching a movie on my own is no fun. Do you want to go with me?”

Katsuki frowns. “The fuck? Why would you ask me? Ask one of your friends.”

“ Tsuyu-chan and Iida-kun already have plans. And Deku-kun is scared. Actually… most of my friends aren’t big fans of horror movies, but I thought you might like it. ”

“Deku is scared? What a loser.”

Uraraka ignores that. “ So. The movie should be fun.  It has zombies and guns and it seems fun. Friday. 3 o’clock. Yes or no?”

Katsuki considers that. Uraraka might be a pain in the ass, but they still have a competition to settle from that fatidic party. And watching a shitty horror movie sure beats lying on his back and thinking of Kirishima. He welcomes the diversion.

“Fine,” he sighs. “But this movie better not suck.”

“Great! I’ll text you the details later. Since I’m bringing the tickets, you buy the popcorn! See you!”

And she hangs up before Katsuki can protest.

When Katsuki and Uraraka walk out of the movie theater, their bags of popcorn barely touched at all, both are painfully silent.

“That…” Uraraka tries, but her voice breaks. She clears her throat. “That was intense.”

Katsuki grunts something in response, still trying to absorb whatever the hell they just watched. Weren’t zombie movies supposed to be badly done and gorey and overall funny? What the hell were those realistic effects? And how come those actors were so fucking good at their jobs? Just… What the fuck?

At some point, Uraraka grabbed his hand and, honestly, Katsuki just let her. Whatever to be sure the person next to him was warm and alive and all that shit. They might have screamed more than once.

“Let’s… let’s never speak of that movie again, okay?” Uraraka says.

Katsuki grunts again.

“Hey, wanna go to the arcade? I feel like I owe you after dragging you to… that. ”

“You fucking owe me, alright, that movie sucked balls,” Katsuki says, but his voice breaks just as much as Uraraka’s. “Whatever. We still have a bet to settle, so let’s go.”

She probably just want to replace the memories of what they just saw with new memories. So does Katsuki, and that’s why he accepts without complaining.

As they walk to the arcade at the end of the block, Uraraka starts talking about this game she discovered on the other day when she was out with Hagakure and how the game will be perfect for the epic conclusion of their competition when something else grabs Katsuki’s attention: a familiar red head just ahead of them. He stops listening to Uraraka as soon as he recognizes Kirishima at one of the outside tables of the cafe where their classmates usually meet. In front of Kirishima, with a stern expression, Kaminari appears to be talking about a very serious matter.

“I’m sure it’s not like that with her, man,” Kaminari is saying. “You’re the only one that…” His eyes meet Katsuki’s and he stops talking suddenly. “You gotta be kidding me.”

Kirishima turns around as well and his face turns very pale at the sight of his friends.

“Kirishima-kun! Kaminari-kun!” Uraraka calls, smiling and waving. “What a coincidence!”

“H-hey,” Kirishima says. “What are you two doing here?”

“Oh, we were just…” She frowns, probably stupidly thinking of her promise to never speak of the movie again. “Just hanging out. We were going to the arcade. Do you want to come along?”

“Hanging out?” Kirishima asks. “Just the two of you?”

Katsuki glares at him, surprised by the edge in his voice. He’d expect that reaction of his other classmates, that seem to think Katsuki is some sort of sociopath, but Kirishima should know better.

“We were just watching a dumb movie,” Katsuki says, raising his chin as if daring Kaminari and Kirishima to point something wrong with it.

“ Bakugoooou… ” Uraraka complains. “Let’s not talk about that moooviiiee… ”

Kirishima stands. “I forgot. I have something to do at home, I’m… I’m gonna go.”

“Shoot,” Kaminari mutters. “Wait, Kirishima, I’ll come with you, I…” He gives Uraraka and Katsuki another concerned look. “See you guys around. Kirishima, wait up, man !”

And he darts after Kirishima without another word, leaving Uraraka and Katsuki staring as they rush out of sight.

“Well, that was weird,” Uraraka says. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Fuck if I know.” Katsuki snarls. “Let’s go to the fucking arcade or whatever.”

“Would it kill you to not say a bad word every other sentence?”

Katsuki ignores her and hurries her to get to the stupid arcade again, because the sooner they’re done with this, the better. He wishes he never left home in the first place.

He is not hurt, though.

(He is not.)

On that night, Kirishima calls him. Katsuki stares at his phone screen for a moment without picking up, remembering how earlier he wished to see that name blinking at him on the small screen. Now he wants to toss it across the room.

He doesn’t. For once, because he had broken a cellphone before in a fit of rage a couple of years earlier and his mother almost killed him. He wasn’t exactly thrilled to try again. For seconds, as annoyed as he is - annoyed, not hurt - he still wants to hear Kirishima’s voice. Perhaps to find out that this afternoon was just a misunderstanding.

Because Katsuki kind of likes the fact that he is intimidating. However it annoys him to death when people mistake his fierceness for evilness . He is ruthless, alright, but he’s no villain. A lot of students side eye him and spread dumb rumors because of his rivalry with Uraraka, which is two times rude. Uraraka is no weakling - or else Katsuki wouldn’t consider her a rival of sorts - and Katsuki is not the sociopath people paint him as. And he can deal with losers like Monoma talking shit about him - he can shut them up, no problem - but to think Kirishima would…

Katsuki picks up the phone.

“ Hey man, ” Kirishima says, not as cheerfully as usual. “ What’s up? ”

“You called,” says Katsuki dryly. “You tell me.”

“Nothing much, I was just… bored. So I called. Yeah.”

“I thought you were gonna be super busy. Considering how you left running because you had shit to do.”

“Yeah. About that… I just suddenly remembered some stuff.”

“What stuff?”

“You know… stuff.”

Katsuki purses his lips. They stay silent for a while, which makes Katsuki even angrier. Since when did Kirishima beat around the bush like that? One of Kirishima’s biggest qualities is that he’s always honest. What is up with that?

“You got a fucking problem?” Katsuki blurts.

Kirishima doesn’t answer immediately. “Why would I have a problem? What there is to have a problem with?”

“I don’t fucking know, that’s why I’m asking!”

“Well… maybe don’t ask stupid questions, then!”

Katsuki gasps. “Did you seriously just call me for no fucking reason and then you say I’m the one talking stupid shit?”

“Well, I’m sorry! You should call Uraraka-san, then, she’s probably more fun to talk to than me!”

“She fucking is, and that’s saying something, because she’s annoying as fuck!”

“Your face is annoying as fuck!”

“WELL, FUCK YOU THEN!

“FINE!”

And he hangs up. Katsuki tosses the phone to the side and buries his face in a pillow to scream.

Katsuki doesn’t hear from Kirishima after that. He refuses to check his phone - he should never have let himself be distracted by Uraraka’s antics or Kirishima's stupidity in the first place - and he decides to focus on studying instead. University entrance exams are coming soon and he doesn’t want to fail just because his friend decided to be an ass.

That doesn’t mean vacation sucks any less. Weeks stretch like centuries and every hot day feels like forever.

Lying on his bed and ignoring the pile of school books he tried to distract himself with and tossed away, Katsuki lies to himself. He’s not pissed off that Kirishima hasn’t called him again to apologize. He doesn’t want Kirishima’s stupid apology. Kirishima can go choke on a dick and die.

(Katsuki needs to bury his face in a pillow and scream some more after that particular train of thought.)

Katsuki stops for a moment and just stares blankly at the ceiling.

What is he doing?

“Katsuki!” His mother yells from downstairs. “Your friend is here.”

Kirishima .

Katsuki tries to get up too fast and his leg gets tangled with the blanket. With an impressive string of curses, he falls face first on the carpet.

“Oh my God, don’t move, I gotta get that on camera,” says Ashido from the door.

Katsuki glares at her and maybe he looks scary enough dangling upside down from his bed, because the vicious look is enough to stop her from fishing her phone from her pocket. Despite that, she sighs, looking more tired than frightened.

“You look upset,” she tells him as she closes the door behind her.

Katsuki struggles to get up. “The hell you’re doing here?”

“Wanted to check on you. Why aren’t you and Kirishima talking to each other?”

He blinks once. Twice. Ashido sits by his side on the bed, unconcerned about the fact that they’re alone in Katsuki’s room with the door closed, and she waits patiently as he digests her words. When he finally finds his voice, the words stumble their way outside in a mess of indignant stammering.

“I didn’t- I’m just not- He is the one- Did Kirishima tell you he’s not talking to me?”

“More or less.”

“Well, fuck him! I’m the one that’s not talking to him! That son of a- Screw him! He’s the one that called me to fucking insult me and- ”

“Kirishima insulted you?” Ashido asks. “Kirishima Eijirou? Red haired, pointy teeth, muscular arms… Are we talking about the same guy? I’m pretty sure he’d never do that.”

“He got all sensitive because he saw me with Uraraka, like I’m some sort of big bad wolf and she’s a defenseless victim and not the one that made me go out to watch that shitty movie, that sucked by the way.”

“Oh,” Ashido says. “Kirishima reacted badly because he saw you with Ochaco? And you think the reason is that he thought you were forcing Ochaco or something?”

Katsuki glares at her. “Why else would he act like that?”

Ashido rests her hands together as if she’s about to pray and purses her lips in a tight line. She seems speechless for a couple of seconds.

“Honey, you should go see Kirishima and clarify that. I’m sure he doesn’t think you’d do anything bad to Ochaco.”

“Then what the fuck is wrong with him?”

“It’s not my place to say,” she says as though it pains her. It probably does, considering how awful she is at keeping secrets. “Just go see Kirishima. Please?”

“Fuck no! He’s the one that should come see me.”

Ashido sighs. “I’m sure he would have come already if he wasn’t sick.”

There’s a beat. “ What?”

“Don’t freak out! It’s not that serious. It was a common flu, but it got worse and he had to be hospitalized and- Bakugou! I told you not to freak out!”

But Katsuki is already on his feet, cursing because he can’t find his shoes. Ashido tries picking a jacket for him, but he has to throw the one she chooses back at her face because it doesn’t match his clothes at all. He only stops to ask Ashido where Kirishima is. She tells him, mumbles something about ungrateful children and lets Katsuki go out jacketless.

“Don’t go catching a cold too! Be responsible!” She yells as he rushes out.

“ Katsuki ! Where the hell are you going?” His mother demands when he all but runs past her.

He doesn’t slow down, trusting Ashido to tell his mother where he’s going. Considering that Mitsuki loves Kirishima more than her own son, she’s likely to not get too angry.

What am I doing? Katsuki wonders. He decides that, at least for now, it doesn’t matter. He has to find Kirishima first him. And then kill him for getting sick.

Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

When Ashido said that Kirishima has been hospitalized, Katsuki imagined him lying on a bed with a lot of blankets, one of his mothers crying by his bedside while the other angrily demanded the doctors to do something. Perhaps he’d find Kirishima’s sisters outside, quietly comforting each other.

What he doesn’t expect is to find Kirishima fairly well. His hair isn’t spiked as usual, but pulled into a loose ponytail. His nose is red and he’s pale faced, there’s an IV in his arm. Other than that, he seems perfectly fine, sitting comfortably on the hospital bed and eating an apple, so he looks like even more of an asshole. Kirishima’s relatives are nowhere to be seen, but Todoroki is there, for some reason.

“Bakugou!” Kirishima says, wide-eyed. “What are you doing here?”

“Ashido said you were sick.” Katsuki barks. “ And what is Cruella De Vil doing here?”

“Dude, don’t call him that!”

“I came to visit my mother and Midoriya told me Kirishima was here, so I thought I should check on him,” Todoroki says without inflection.

“I’m fine, by the way.” Kirishima sniffles. “It’s just that my flu turned into a pneumonia, but I’m almost healed by now.”

Katsuki gapes, mouthing the word “pneumonia” silently.

Todoroki stands and straighten his coat.

“Well, Kirishima, since you have company now, I think I should leave,” he says. “Get well, soon.”

Kirishima grins. “Thanks, man. It was nice of you to stop by.”

Todoroki’s lips seem to turn upwards just slightly before he heads to the door. He gives Katsuki a questioning look as he leaves, but, for once, it doesn’t matter that it’s Todoroki. There is no way Katsuki can get pissed off at Icy Hot when Kirishima is right there playing with his apple as if isn’t recovering from freaking pneumonia and he didn’t bother letting Katsuki know.

“God fucking damnit, Kirishima!” Katsuki barks as soon as they’re alone.

Kirishima has the audacity to look confused. “What?”

“I had to hear from fucking Ashido that you had pneumonia! What the fuck?”

“What, was I supposed to tell you that I was sick or something?”

Katsuki takes a step back, speechless for what it feels the hundredth time today. He isn’t sure of what expression he’s making, but whatever it is, it makes Kirishima pull a face.

“Wait, no. I’m sorry,” Kirishima says. “That was mean and I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry. It just… I was really feverish, okay? On the first days, at least. And then… I’m sorry. I guess… I didn’t think you’d care.”

I shouldn’t care. This is pointless.

How could I not care? It’s you .

Again Katsuki can’t think of anything to say. He opens and closes his mouth and he doesn’t think there is a curse word bad enough to express what he feels.

Kirishima tries to stand up and he must be weaker than he looks, because his knees almost give in. Katsuki rushes to his side and catches him before he can actually fall.

“Dumbass,” Katsuki scolds. “Get back to bad.”

“I’m sorry,” Kirishima pleads, ignoring Katsuki’s scowl. “I phrased that wrong, it’s not that I didn’t think you’d care, I just… I don’t know, I didn’t want… to… see you?”

Katsuki glares at him.

“You know what? I’m not saying anything right. Maybe it’s the medicine or I still have a fever or… whatever.”

“Dumbass,” Katsuki repeats, softer this time, as he makes Kirishima sit down again.

Kirishima eyes him for a long moment, his eyes unreadable. Katsuki stares back, a silent question hanging between them. Kirishima hesitates for another moment and bites his lip.

“No, I gotta be honest, I… Actually, my mom wanted to call you. She said it was weird that you hadn’t come see me and when I told her you didn’t know, she wanted to call you, but I told her not to.” Kirishima blurts the words as if he’s afraid Katsuki will interrupt him. “I was upset because… Well, last time we talked. And I’m sorry for that. I was being irrational and… Look, if you’re going out with Uraraka-san, I have to support you, I mean, I’m your best friend, I just have to… to… come to terms with… it.”

In order to get Kirishima back to bed, Katsuki had held him by the shoulders and he has yet to pull away. He doesn’t, though, frozen in place for several reasons. First, the fact that, even though he’s sweaty and has bags under his eyes, Kirishima looks as handsome as ever. Second, the apology Katsuki has been waiting for weeks is finally here and Katsuki can barely understand the words. Third, what the hell is Kirishima even saying?

Finally, there is nothing Katsuki can do besides saying softly, but with a lot of feeling: “Kirishima, what the ever loving fuck .”

“What? I’m trying to be a good friend, man.”

“What are you even talking about? I’m not going out with Uraraka!”

“Well, maybe not yet, but you like her, don’t you?”

“Don’t be gross! Of course I don’t!”

“What?”

“What!”

They face each other. Katsuki’s hands are still conspicuously on Kirishima’s shoulders, but neither of them try to change that.

“But… but you were with her… you were watching a movie and… At Kaminari’s party you were with her all the time and-”

“Of fucking course I was. You were busy with your annoying friends, so there weren’t a lot of bearable people around.”

“I… I honestly thought she was your girlfriend by now.”

“Fuck no! She’s my rival.”

“I thought Midoriya was your rival.”

“Fucking Deku got nothing on Uraraka, Kirishima, everyone knows that!”

Kirishima groans and buries his face in his hands. There isn’t a lot of space between then, so he crown of his head ends up resting on Katsuki’s chest, just slightly. Katsuki feels as if the proximity will set him on fire. Unrelated to Kirishima’s possible fever.

“God, I’m so… I totally overthought everything. I’m three times as sorry now.”

“Wait, you were angry because you thought I was going out with pancake face?”

“Well, not angry, I was… upset, just…” He shyly looks up and Katsuki can see his cheeks are dusted with red. Again, this might not have anything to do with the fever. “I guess I was a little jealous, alright? Ugh, this is so unmanly… I’m sorry, you probably don’t understand. I was being selfish.”

Katsuki stares at him, in shock. Jealous, he said. Katsuki suddenly understands Ashido’s frustration earlier.

He’s almost ashamed of how slow he was.

“I do,” he interrupts.

“Huh… You do what?”

“I do understand,” he says.

Katsuki needs to swallow hard and take a deep breath before he says his next words, but how can he not? Kirishima is the bravest person he knows for baring his feelings like that. There is no way he can lose. If someone as manly as Kirishima can just admit that like that, hell, so can Katsuki. He lifts one hand to cup Kirishima’s cheek and make sure they’re looking into each other’s eyes when he admits:

“You didn’t need to be jealous, though. I thought it was fucking obvious that she was no match for you, anyway.”

Kirishima stares blankly at him for the longest moment and his eyes go doe wide when he finally understands.

“Bakugou, you… you…” Kirishima stumbles on his words, blushing furiously. “You can’t just say that! I’m still weak, damn it!”

Katsuki smirks. How could have Katsuki not seen this before? It’s Kirishima, after all.

He sees the hesitation turning into determination in Kirishima’s eyes as he starts to lean in. If this is payback for Katsuki’s teasing… Well, he’ll gladly take it.

The door slides open. Katsuki jumps back as if Kirishima had electrocuted him.

Todoroki is back.

“Kirishima, I forgot my phone,” he announces in his insufferable monotone voice. He eyes the distance between Katsuki and Kirishima and Kirishima’s crimson face. Silence stretches. “Have I interrupted something?”

I hate you with every molecule of my being and I hope you get run over a hundred of times by a train.

“No,” Kirishima croaks, “isn’t that your phone over there, Todoroki?”

“Oh, you’re right.”

Katsuki makes a disgusted noise and turns to the door.

“Wait, where are you going, Bakugou?” Kirishima asks.

“Home! I don’t want to catch your germs,” he says without looking back. (He feels his face burning up and, if he’s blushing, he sure as hell doesn’t want Kirishima to see it.) “Now that I saw you’re alive, there is no point in staying.”

“You suck!” Kirishima complains.

“Whatever. And Kirishima?” Katsuki glances back, just enough to see his face. “Enough of that avoiding bullshit. Put your phone to use and fucking text me. I don’t want to have to come all the way here just to talk to you.”

And he leaves before Kirishima says anything. He has to find somewhere private and a pillow to scream into.

Despite Katsuki’s words, he pretty much spends the rest of his summer at the hospital. Kirishima’s mothers seem very relieved to see him there. When the doctor comes check on Kirishima, one of them pulls Katsuki aside and insists on buying him a coffee.

“I’m glad you’re here, Katsuki-kun,” she says. “Eijirou is happier since you two started talking again.”

Katsuki grunts something. She chuckles.

“I’m glad you two aren’t fighting anymore.”

“It won’t happen again,” he says to his coffee.

“Oh? Is that right? In that case… Please, take good care of Eijirou, Katsuki-kun.”

“Hm. I will.”

Her next smile is too knowing, but luckily Kirishima starts waving at them from the bedroom, certainly complaining that they left him alone with the nurse, effectively interrupting the conversation.

Apparently, Kirishima is getting out finally and the doctor asks to talk to his mother while Katsuki and him gather his stuff.

“Fucking finally,” Katsuki says as he closes Kirishima’s backpack.

“Word,” Kirishima sighs. “I can’t believe summer is almost over. I didn’t do anything! I still have homework and and I haven’t went out since that day with Kaminari! God, I gotta call Ashido.”

“Oi, dipshit, you better not schedule anything for Sunday.”

Kirishima looks confused as Bakugou swings his backpack onto his own shoulder instead of giving it to him.

“Why? Is there something on Sunday?”

This time, Katsuki doesn’t hesitate. “I’m taking you on our first date, of course.”

He watches with satisfaction as Kirishima gradually blushes with his entire body.

“Wh-what?”

“You got a problem with it?” He asks.

There is still a part of him that is afraid of the answer. As great as he is… Well, this is Kirishima, after all. Katsuki still isn’t quite sure about what Kirishima saw in him. However, he keeps remembering he has to be brave about this no matter what. He still doesn’t know what he’s doing, but fuck him if he isn’t figuring it out in the hard way.

“N-no, I don’t have a problem,” Kirishima mumbles.

And then he smiles. A sweet, shy smile that makes Katsuki’s heart flutter. He has to turn around to hide the fact that he’s holding back his own stupid sweet smile.

Kirishima walks to his side and holds his hand, probably trying to show that he isn’t losing either.

Katsuki intertwines their fingers as they wait for Kirishima, because, at least for once, this is a competition he has no hurry to win.

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