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last-herondale · 9 months

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Bewitching Hour

Bucky Barnes x FemReader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol use, mentions of blood, spicy 🌶️ topics 👀

Hurt/comfort, fluff, mentions of +18 stuff if ya know what I mean 😏

It’s weeks after your rescue mission and luckily Bucky is on the mend. Unfortunately, your actions on the field have you wrapped up in the biggest trial of your life. While the rest of the team votes on your future, you decide to hit up a bar and drink away your problems.

A/N: Someone suggested on my previous Bucky fic to write another piece on this storyline and i had some stroke of writers inspiration, which is very rare to come by nowadays 😩 So onwards with the y/n reader who has shadow powers and a super soldier for a boyfriend! 🫡

So this is part 2 of what I’m calling the Midnight Series. I will update my master list and link here.

Enjoy 🤘🏼

Clubs were not your scene. At first you tried a small run down bar you found in Hell’s Kitchen and that was packed on a Friday night with people from all walks of life. You had a few beers, but decided you needed somewhere different. Somewhere no one would notice you in a sea of people. Where you could drink your feelings away on what would probably be your last night of freedom.

You found a popular club not too far from the bar. The air was thick with the hot air emanating from the crowd as they danced to a booming beat. You sat at the far end of the bar, downing your 5th shot of vodka. The drink was horse piss compared to the stuff Stark stocked at the compound, but it would do for tonight.

“Another round miss?” The bartender asked, making her way down the bar as people clambered to get their drink. Her tank top was low cut, showing off her commodities that probably earned her extra tips on busy nights like these. “A double this time,” you respond, sliding over a few bills. The bartender didn’t bat an eye as she poured your drink and immediately moved on to the next customer.

Your hand shook a bit as you went to grab the glass. I should definitely stop. You thought. You had went out in the dance floor earlier, feeling the need to do something—anything to take your mind off your situation. Dancing had been a sort of release, letting your body move to the beat, letting yourself meld into the crowd like anyone else. Now you were flushed, sweating, and in your eyes—not drunk enough. I should stop. I will… after this…

Just as your fingertips touched the glass, a familiar gloved hand beat you to it and pulled the glass out of your reach. You looked up with blazing anger, your eyes turning dark at your thief. You had already been hit on by four guys, each one reeking of alcohol as the night progressed. You were one drunk idiot away from losing your shit. You felt a slight stream of smoke begin to encircle your closed fist until you recognized the man in front of you.

Immediately your eyes softened as they settled on Bucky’s concerned face. He still had harsh bruises scattered on his skin, most of them a pale yellow as they neared healing completely. He wore a dark baseball cap and a pair of phony glasses in order to blend in. While you were one of the few avengers that no one recognized, Bucky did not have the same luxury. The sight of him made your chest tighten. He was so beautiful it hurt to look at him sometimes, especially when he looked at you like this…

“Hey Buck,” you said softly, averting your eyes from him. You figured he would find you sooner or later. You left your phone at the compound when you left. It was a dangerous game to play, especially since you weren’t supposed to leave the compound in the first place. But you needed an escape, and telling Bucky would have complicated things. You wondered how many times he had called, wondering where you were in a panicked state.

“Hey Doll,” he replied with equal tenderness. He leaned onto the bar, fiddling with the shot glass in his hand, being careful to not spill its contents.

“You’ve been hard to find today.” The music around you boomed and his voice barely cut through the noise. You had to strain yourself to hear him, especially being inebriated, but you knew he would hear you just fine.

You shrugged. “I didn’t really feel like being around when the hammer dropped, ya know? If they decide to arrest me…” you willed yourself to look at the man you loved.

You were on the borderline of being drunk, and your vision danced a bit as you looked at him. He gave you a soft look, his eyes seemed to shimmer in the lights of the bar. “I didn’t want to make it easy for them.”

“They aren’t going to arrest you,” Bucky insisted. “Steve wouldn’t-“

“Of course he fucking would!” You yelled. Bucky did not react to your outburst, which made the anger in your core flicker even more.

“Fuck Steve! He’s the one that called this meeting in the first place. He wants to see me punished—I know he does. I mean come on Buck, I broke protocol, I defied his orders— I killed… so many people…” your memories flashed to that day.

The mission was the most important thing to you ever. You looked at Bucky again, and used one hand to remove the glasses from his face. He let you remove them and cup his cheek as you ran a gentle thumb over one of his fading bruises.

“I would do it all again. Every single fucking thing. I don’t care if they hate me for it—”

Bucky placed his hand over yours. You stood there a moment in silence as the rest of the bar roared around you. He always made it feel as if nothing in the world mattered but the two of you. As if the rest of the world sipped away into the background. You smiled at him, wondering how you could have ever been so lucky as to live a man like him. You stood from your chair, wobbling a bit as you regained your balance.

“I wanna dance,” you said, taking hold of his hand, “If it’s my last night of freedom, I want to have fun.” You tried to pull him with you to the dance floor but he didn’t budge. He just looked at you with a steady look.

“Y/n, let me take you home,” Bucky said. You frowned and let go of his hand. You began to back away from him and slip further into the group of dancing people. He called out for you again, but you had already lost yourself in the sea of people.

The music seemed to fill your senses. You danced and moved your body freely, wanting nothing more than to be taken by the moment. You let your hair down, spinning and feeling free in your drunken state. You felt Bucky’s hand on your shoulder and you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck. People danced around you as you looked into Bucky’s eyes. He still had a look of concern, but there was something else in his eyes. A spark of something deeper— something wild.

“Dance with me James,” you whisper in his ear, biting at his neck as you pull him closer. He could smell the liquor on your breath and he sighed.

“You know you want to,” you teased. You slid your hands from his neck down to his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt as you swayed to the beat. He couldn’t help but smirk at you, moving his hands ever so slowly to your waist.

You smiled brilliantly at this, and he pulled you in closer, his fingers gripping your hips as he stayed there inches away from your face. He was teasing you with his mouth, his lips parted over so slightly in a grin. You wanted to fuck him right there on the dance floor. You inched a bit closer and could smell the hint of vodka on his breath. Your eyes lit up.

Got ‘em.

The two of you danced together, a series of movements that pushed and pulled the two of you part like magnets. Everything else blurred away, and all you felt was the freedom and love and heat from Bucky. The way he looked at you, eyes blown wide when you moved against him, how he touched you in public, gentle yet firm to keep you close to him. It made everything disappear—for a little bit.

Memories from that mission flashed in your head. Dead hydra soldiers scattering the floor. The image of them choking on your shadows—the feeling of their life leaving their bodies. You told yourself it was worth it—believed in the moment it was right—

You stopped dancing and swayed a bit, holding onto Bucky’s shoulder. He steadied you and looked you over, his chest rising and falling from the dancing.

“What’s wrong doll?” The images flashed through your mind again. Bucky, beaten near an inch of his life, his metal arm on the operation table. Your stomach lurched. Sweat beaded on your forehead and the world seemed to tilt a bit under the neon lights.

“I think I’m gonna be sick— I need to get out of here.”

He pulled you by the hand gently.

“Come on,” he said as he wrapped one hand around your waist, guiding you as you stumbled a bit, “let’s get you out of this shithole.”

“Just don’t take me back— please. I can’t—“

He shushed you gently as you made your way out of the club and into the cool night air. There was a cab outside and Bucky helped you get in the car. You didn’t hear where he told the driver to go, but he insisted he was not taking you back to the compound.

“I won’t take you back sweetheart, I promise. Just relax and please try not to vomit on my nice jacket,” He teased and wrapped his arm around you as you leaned your body into his.

The idea of vomiting up the cheap liquor made you almost dry heave once. You groaned a bit as You rested your head on his chest, nuzzling your cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt. The smell of him was enough to calm your stomach for the rest of the ride.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled against him, “I’m a mess. I ruin everything.” Tears began to spill down your cheek and soak into the front of his shirt. Bucky ran his hand through your hair, kissing the top of your head.

“You dont ruin anything doll. You are perfect. You are wonderful. You are everything to me. I am alive because of you, you know that right? Hydra is gone because of you—“

“Because I killed them. I— I slaughtered them. I know I should feel some sort of regret for that… but when I think back to that day— when all I could think of was you—“ you shook your head against him.

“What they did to you— what they have already done to you over the years… Im sorry, Buck, but I don’t regret it. Not one bit. I would do it all again to save you. Maybe Steve is right— maybe I should be locked away for what I am—I’m no good— I’m a monster—“

“No.” Bucky said harshly, nearly growling against your ear. “Never think that. Do you hear me?”

His tone was a sharp blade in your chest. The last thing you wanted was to upset him, and yet here he was consoling you in the middle of the night—chasing after you like a damned child. You felt pathetic, but said no more. You just nodded once, wiping at your tears as he continued to stroke your hair.

Bucky also remained silent as the cab arrived at its destination. You looked out the window once the car stopped and were surprised by what you saw. You were outside of an old apartment building. You recognized it immediately as Bucky’s old hideout. Not even Steve knew about this safe house. Bucky paid the driver and helped you out of the car. He walked with you to the edge of the building, leaning up against the brick wall as he removed his hat. The night air swirled through his hair and he sighed.

“Any better?” He asked, watching you as you sat on the sidewalk, resting your back against the brick. The cool air was comforting, and the wave of nausea seemed to pass ever so slowly. You nodded and tilted your head back.

“Some hero I am, huh?” You laughed dryly. Bucky huffed out a small laugh.

“You know, I ask myself that almost every damn day.” You couldn’t help but laugh, turning to him with a sad smile.

“What a pair we make, eh?”

Bucky looked down at you, his expression thoughtful—but sad.

“Doll,” he sighed gently, lifting his head to look out into the night sky again. “I wish I could tell you—no show you— just how… important you are to me.” He struggled to find his words, but they made you freeze in place as he continued.

“I know what it’s like to do horrible things. Terrible, regrettable, and unforgiving things… To be haunted by the past—“ he looked down at this metal hand.

“To not be able to look yourself in the mirror most nights…”

He clenched his hand into a tight fist and exhaled slowly before turning to face you again. He held out his hand to you, and you didn’t hesitate to take it. He pulled you to your feet, guiding you closer until his hands were on your waist again.

“I used to believe that there was nothing I deserved more than to be punished for my sins. That I was a monster beyond saving. But then I met you, my little shadow monster. You saw in me what no one else believed existed—you saw the man, flaws and all. And you gave me something i never thought I deserved.”

His eyes glistened in the moonlight as he searched your face with the sweetest tenderness. As if he saw the world in your eyes.

“You gave me hope, y/n.”

A smile broke across your face as you cried and laughed. Bucky returned your smile and you pulled him in by his neck for a kiss. His mouth was gentle and sweet against yours. He pulled you closer, murmuring sweet nothings against your mouth as your tears fell down your face. The soft breeze tousled both your your hair, causing yours to swirl behind you like ribbons.

Bucky pulled away slightly, leaving his forehead tipped against yours.

“I love you, y/n. God, I love you so damned much.” You gave out a relieved laugh, and thumbed a stroke on the back of his neck.

“And I adore you,” you whispered. He pulled you in for a hug, wrapping his strong arms around you, kissing your cheeks until your tears disappeared on his lips.

“We are going to figure this out. Whatever comes our way. I promise.”

Your stomach tightened on the last part. You had made Bucky a similar promise. One you had failed to keep—one you were currently paying for. You thought about what kind of power this love held over you—over him. You were willing to destroy your life in order to keep Bucky safe— to prevent him from ever going back to being on the run, being hunted, being alone. As you held the weight of the world in your arms, you felt a sickening hole rip through your chest.

You knew what you had to do for Bucky—always for Bucky.

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the-courtsjester · 4 months

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Greetings ladies and gentlemen... and things, life if hard and trying to actually make a story with my own characters that's being mixed in with a show's own lore and balancing life is draining, I have two other stories I'm trying to work on in Tumbler so hopefully soon enough I can get one of them out. But anyway now enjoy these headcanons

Stelle x Male Reader headcanons

Stelle is basically a dog let's say that she'll follow you everywhere even break open the door to the bathroom to just... watch you, her brain dosen't even register your pants are down or that you're naked if you're showering, she just stares into your eyes not blinking until you pat her.

Stelle is easily gets bored why do you think she jumps in trash all the time? But if a conversation doesn't directly require her but you don't need to go through the process of cleaning her later, she has her own built in leash on the back of her jacket, and as pouty as she gets your stare of disappoint is super affective against her.

You ever see someone in a cartoon or show sleep in the weirdest position? Well when you don't get in bed with her fast enough and she falls asleep she'll manage to get in some weird positions, like half her body hanging off the bed, you fix this obviously but in the morning she'll somehow look like she's trying to hit a dance move while sleeping.

She definitely doesn't spend money wisely, I mean she knows how to not spend all of it and have some in reserve, but if she has some extra money and sees something stupid she knows you'll enjoy she'll buy it so long as she has enough money, one time she once bought you a large plushie that now takes over a corner of your room but hey it's to see your smile so worth it.

Oh you some super hyper fixation on something? Well don't keep it from her she wants to know so you both can share a brain cell and enjoy it together while snuggling on a couch or something, in short term it's now our hyper fixation.

Stelle definitely stares off into space thinking of you in many different scenarios, when she's eventually brought back into the conversation she'll look at you before covering her face in embarrassment from what she just imagined.

That baseball bat of hers is really good for bonking her and stopping her from taking a trashcan from the worlds you visit, only once have you let her bring one onto the Express after decontaminating it several times over, she sits in it like a cat in a cup it's cute.

When you have to leave the Express for awhile she'll be much more bored then usual, which means it's the perfect time to join March on some mischief, one time they set up the Express to be full of traps like Home Alone... Dan Heng was not happy to be their victim.

Your late night talks get weird, like talking about what animal you could one v one with just fists, how much food you could consume in an hour, how amazing it would be to rest your head on Himeko's chest for even a second, you both agreed it would be one of the top things you'd kill someone for.

She's kinda in the middle when it comes to be jealous, she'll definitely feel like you could be paying attention to her more if it's someone you both don't know that much, but if it someone you at least know she doesn't particularly care as much thanks to you being a great boyfriend that shows all the love in the world for your weird dog raccoon girlfriend.

Ah finally I've finished something hopefully my lovely audience enjoyed the show, again I'll try and focus on finishing the stories but no promises but I hope you all have a great rest of your night or day

And scene...

#honkai star rail #stelle #stelle x male reader #x reader #headcanon

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neonbrutalism · 1 year

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8, 9 and 18 for the fic rec meme!

8 - A fic that gives you warm fuzzy feelings

A Series of Unfortunate Dates, by Happybeans! Super cute, low stakes casefic shenanigans! 10/10

9 - A fic someone else recommended to you

This is hard... i think Never Rained like it Has Tonight, which is a pre-show comic Matt & Foggy (with shades of Matt/Foggy) fic was posted in the discord and that's how I found it. It's cute.

18 - A fic that ripped your heart out (but it hurt so good)

Appendicitis by Coffeeandfeathers! As I described it in my comment on the fic, reading it is like getting hit in the chest with a metal baseball bat. (Content warning for self-esteem issues, hospitalization)

#daredevil #mattfoggy #fic recs

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iluvmoneyandcats · 1 year

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EW X READER TF2

The unexpected reunion of enemies ( chapter 3 )

BANG!……. “ boom head-shot” y/n said in a whisper wile lowering her sniper rifle and then putting it in her guitar case,

Then leaving the hotel roof wile taking her iPhone out of her hoodie pocket and texting Paul to inform him that the contract was done.

She then went on her way home.

Then her phone dinged, “ huh?” She exclaimed as she looked at her phone, it was a text from edd, he wants…..milk?

So She then went her way to the nearist super market to get milk.

Y/n pov

“So, I need to get milk…but wile im here, im gonna get some f/s!“ ( fav snack ) I thought wile smiling to myself as I went to the darry isle.

I took two cartons of milk and went to the candy/snacks isle, and took some f/s.

“Well, well, well…..if it isn’t shooter!,…..you know….what im going to do to you right?”

A famillier voice hissed from behind me, I quickly turned to see a blue scout, an enemy scout pointing a scatter gun to my chest.

“Im. Gonna. Blow. Your. Brains. Out.” the Boston man growled, I quickly dodged the incoming bullet and took out my Glock from my hoodie pocket “I missed you to bud” I said as I tried to shoot his leg but missed, I then ran out of the supermarket without my milk or f/s, but in a time like this it was probably fine.

I was confused why was he trying to kill me? Im fired so there isn’t a reason to even do this, also Im shooter,SHOOTER, its me to blow his brains out, not the other way around! I thought as I ran to get closer to my shared house.

But then I was hit by a baseball bat in the back of my head,”OW” I cried, it hurt so bad, but I then got shot in the abdomen, it didn’t feel like anything at first, but then it hurt like a hot poker had been jabbed into me.

I fell to the ground, my back on the cold hard ground. I was just two blocks away from my house could run, but then the blue scout came to bat me, but before he could I shot him in the head. “ not so tuff now , huh?” I mocked as I stood up, and left.

Wean I came back I started coughing up blood, I quickly went inside and fell to the couch.

I felt so dizzy, my clothes was starting to stain from my blood , and my head hurt, so bad.

Then from the bathroom, tom came in and saw me covered in blood.”WHAT THE HELL HAPEND TO YOU?!?!”he shouted in shock. “Tom, under my bed*cough* this a box *cough* I need you to go get it” i ordered as I felt blood drip down my head.” BUT-but your bleeding! An-“ “SHUT UP AND GO GET IT!” I snapped, making tom run upstairs to get my box.

Then edd came into the room and ran to me as his eyebrows lifted in shock and fear.

“W-what happened? y-y-your bleeding “ he gasped “ I was hit in the head with a bat, and shot in the stomach…*chough” I said sarcastically.

Then tom came down with the box and gave it to me as I hoped it, fear and terror overtook their faces, as I moved the guns in the box to take the emergency phone out to call Miss Pauling. I took the phone and dialed the number and it was answered in an instint.

Miss Pauling : y/n? You can’t call me on this phone without a reason, so what is it?

Y/n : I was in the supermarket and I got shot by an enemy scout *cough* I got a teleporter, so I need assistants, come over I need help.

Miss Pauling: WHAT?, im getting medic to get you, and then im comeing over, got it?

Y/n: yeah, just hurry up, I can’t take it any longer!.

Miss Pauling ended the call as y/n threw her phone into the box,

Tom: who was that?!?!

Edd:whats going on?

They asked in fear as turmoil filled the room. You wanted to answer them but you knew if you did that could kill you and them, so you weren’t going to answer them. Instead you took the teleporter from you box and assembled it, you contacted miss Pauling again for the teleporter opening…………

^~to be continued~^

#ew #eddsworld #ew x reader #tf2 x reader #ew x tf2

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knowlessman · 7 months

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…it's always been way longer than I think it has, huh. rereading the last batch… aoyama was a lil creepy, there's a school festival concert thing coming up, and a sean-connery-looking libertarian is looking to get fingerblasted. looking forward to that. (bnha s4e20-25)

(mineta meeting eri) jesus christ on an alternate dimension where he can do anything about untenably problematic anime characters, I think I'd take Leeron, Gurren Lagann Leeron, over this guy and that says a lot

(ep title is "gold tips imperial") "gold tips?" "yeah, how do you always seem to find more gold than we do? what's the secret?" "I'm gonna level with you, I have no idea, they just coded Skyrim to put more gold in chests when I open them"

anyway back to the show aw hell it's Ditto again, get a personality my dude -- "we're doing a play: Romeo and Juliet and a bunch of random references." …wait, is azkaban not copyrighted? well, wookiee probably is and they used that, I guess they just don't give a fuck

beauty pageant. …think I might just not like this arc in general. the mafia stuff we just did, that was cool. it was, like, dark, but it was good. this one, I can feel it, is gonna have too much mineta in it (which does not have to be very much).

(deku's working on the finger gun thingy) "so much more control is required than before… is there a trick to it?" imagine you're putting a microwave on defrost. or, or something. …I miss deku's silly microwave epiphanies

hatsume: "yeah, the thing you asked me about the other day, I've been working on it" IS IT GAUNTLETS. ARE YOU GONNA FUCKIN THOMAS EDISON MELISSA'S FUCKING GAUNTLETS. AT THIS POINT I DON'T CARE AS LONG AS HE GETS THEM BC YALL HAVE PROVEN THAT YOU HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY

"there's something I want to try with this new move… I want to try and put a paper football on the moon"

"my mom sent me this new tea, it's called [title drop]!" is the tea haunted. or drugged. why is it in the title. squints suspiciously

okay, sean connery the clownboy would not have 0 likes and 800 dislikes, he would have WAY more likes and 90% of those likes would be people who thought he was hilarious. if this was ten years ago (maybe only five, idfk), there would be dance mixes of this nonsense.

"I just wonder what sean clownery is up to…" mah boi, this not-having-to-worry-about-what-a-libertarian-is-thinking is what true warriors STRIVE for -- "open the bat-folder, kronk! …it won't open." "I locked it, you have to right-click" peak comedy. 'XD this goofus is gonna get clowned on so hard, he might end up making this whole arc worth it by himself tbph -- "we can have a 90-minute teatime if we get there right when they open" …blinks wait what am I saying, I take at least two hours to eat lunch when I take adderall

'XDDDD "wait did you say TEA???" gentle doofus blowing his entire cover like this is almost jojo levels of stupid, I am LIVING here -- gentle thief, filming self running from deku: ♪ look here come the consequence, consequence, consequence, look here come the consequences of my own ac-tions… ♪

who would win, a villain with ten youtube subscribers whose head is so far up his own ass he's a donut, or a shonen protagonist who is prepared to move heaven and earth to entertain a little girl -- 'XD oh yeah, and the donut's mustache is apparently on the line. hope la brava packed a shaver

(translated from Gentleman) "I just want to sneak in, make an ass of myself, and get tossed out by security. um. so let me go plz?"

wait so ditto only entered kendo in the contest so she'd stop hitting him when he does his inferiority complex bit? so someone with a fucking baseball bat took over her duties? pfft okay

I've never actually seen bobobo bobobobo but iirc they control random body hair in that. I think this lady must've wandered in from there. her quirk must be either prehensile eyelash tentacles (which is fucking terrifying) or super-strong eyelids (which is truly pitiable)(she does also remind me of renge from ouran host club a bit but only bc of the dress and the hoity-toity laugh)

("remember where the air membranes are…") hanzo from before they completely changed his abilities back when overwatch 1 existed: "heh. simple geometry."

show, these are filler villains with incomprehensible motives. I don't think even brava knows what clownery's trying to accomplish. don't try to get me invested in them

oh gawd and now it's the deejay nobody likes

"Today, I take the first step towards my great work! I WILL get my eleventh subscriber!" -- "they wouldn't let me be a hero, for the silly reason that I was completely incompetent! the world OWES me attention!" -- "it's not a selfish wish, either, because there is one entire other person who also thinks the world owes me, and that makes my cause just!"

…deku, the fuck no you aren't the same. clownery was born with a legitimately useful power but would've made a shitty hero for other reasons, you were given your power because you were judged to be good hero material.

please tell me brava isn't actually as good a hacker as she thinks she is and doesn't get in, it'd put a nice toothpick in this whole stupid sandwich.

(more flashbacks for the filler villain) "please don't help me rob people. it'd make you a criminal." "it's too late for that. I've already hacked your bank account and invested your entire savings fund into crypto. you shouldn't have made your password whoisjohngalt."

…eh, what's three more episodes

gentle thief suddenly epiphanizing that he's just a selfish dumbass having a particularly destructive midlife crisis. good for him

'XD they could've had Hound or Ecto give a dramatic pause and then go "no, all is fine here," but I'm glad they had Hound bother to say "some alex jones type jackass tried to mess things up but we caught him" first. don't flatter the guy by pretending he'd be worth canceling the show over

"I was once in the hero course, too" 100% of the population was, it's kind of the only thing anybody aspires to in this setting -- "he was so hard to fight because I could've ended up like him" again, he had the chance you didn't and flubbed it

concert scene gud stuff, no notes

"you heard about your father from gandalf. he lied to you. I AM your father" dammit I wasn't planning on liking this too 'XD harry potter reference aside

holy nier automata flashbacks batman

something something vaporeon

montage scene gud, no notes : ] just watching characters who've been through hell have a good time. (still miss shinso tho, I know it's asking for stuff but I wanna see him get to do hero stuff)

wonder what these last two eps even are, they just wrapped up an arc

(eri is gonna live at the school apparently bc I guess they don't have stuff set up yet to account for kids with uncontrollable destructive quirks) blinks I'd completely forgotten that togata lost his quirk. …gotta admit, show gets points for that

(hero rankings) huh. endeavor's "mask" and "mustache" sort of make the symbol for fire. sort of, anyway. hadn't noticed that

how an appliance direct commercial is in the top ten, I don't get

"quirk: streaker!" …I was tryna think of anything to say about hawks but wtf, what the actual fuck

"endeavor doesn't do handshakes, you've changed, you've ruined it now, waaa" 'XDDDD

"haha I just have no self-control" you've said that, we get it, you're an asshole, we just don't know how bad of one yet

"you can fly?" "I'm just not falling!" pfft

…okay well that was a sendoff, huh. that was a lot all at once.

(postcredits) the ninth what. one for all? ghosts? spookums? tbc, I spose

#knowless watches bnha

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totiredtowrite · 3 years

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could you do a yamaguchi x male reader with the reader looking all delinquent-y and is always glaring his eyes at anything and anyone and yamaguchi finds himself at the end of his glares 50% of the time and is even more scared when reader joins the volleyball club

reader's proven to be a good spiker and server with good aim faraway and is immediately welcomed to the team w/ tanaka trying to look all manly and cool lol

all fine and dandy with everyone but yamaguchi cant help but feel unsettled bc of the glares and seemingly angry demeanor reader always has

but then reader walks smackdab right into the pole of the volleyball net and its revealed he was extremely farsighted

shhxhhthxg srry if this was too long i was spaced out while typing

Farsighted

Warnings - Cursing

Note: It's sort of hinted that reader doesn't have freckles (cause plot point) so if you do just pretend for the homie okay <3

Male Reader

Yamaguchi wasn't the best with people. That was pretty much a fact, his nerves often got in the way of letting him talk to people.

And sure, maybe he laughed more often than not when Tsukki was picking on their teammates, but it's not like he's ever done anything to warrant any enemies.

Well, that's really what he tells himself to try and ease his fear. It's true of course, but it doesn't help much.

He has a reason to be nervous though! Anyone would be scared when the delinquent in their class seems to have it out for them.

The delinquent in question was you. You transferred to his class about two months ago. You usually had your school jacket off and around your shoulders, hands and knuckles covered in bandages. The seller though was your expression.

Always glaring everywhere. You had a frown etched on to your face, (seemingly permanently), and your eyes were usually squinted to the point that he couldn't make out your eye colour. He was nervous that maybe you were like those kids in grade school, and you'd start making fun of him for his freckles like they did.

Poor sweet Yamaguchi usually seemed to find himself on the receiving end of that terrifying glare about 50 percent of the time. He doesn't even know what he did wrong! He was always meek around you, trying his best to disappear and avoid making you angry. Disappearing was rather hard to do though, seeing as he's almost six feet tall.

He doesn't really know what exactly he did to get on your bad side, but at least he was safe outside of school and during club activities, right?

Wrong.

Yamaguchi knew what to expect when he walked into the gym. Some members practicing, Tanaka complimenting Kiyoko to no end, other members making their way to the locker rooms. It was like a safe haven to him, where nothing except maybe a volleyball to the face could go wrong.

That sense of safety was thrown to the ground, stepped on, hit with a baseball bat, and then haphazardly put back into place the moment he walked into the gym and saw you. You were standing in front of the third years and Coach Ukai, talking to them.

Yamaguchi was simply frozen in place. His bag dropped to the floor.

The sudden sound caused Hinata to look up, and upon noticing Yamaguchi, he bounded over to him.

"Yamaguchi!" Hinata skidded to a stop in front of him. "Did you see the new guy? You should have seen his serve! He's super strong! is aim is awesome!" As Hinata was ranting about how accurately you could spike, Yamaguchi had his eyes locked on where you stood.

Tanaka had his arms crossed over his chest, trying to seem as masculine as possible.

"We have an extra uniform anyways," Ukai shrugged, "Welcome to the team, number 13."

This was not happening.

🂠🃑🃁🂱🂡

So maybe it didn't suck so bad.

The team loved you, as you had insane far away accuracy with your serves and spikes. You weren't all that loud, and you actually seemed kind of nice.

That didn't mean the glaring stopped though. Now more than never, it felt like your eyes were always scornfully etched into the back of his head. The feeling was unsettling, almost scary. Yamaguchi even considered faking sickness to get out of gym. He found himself trying to hide his freckles more often.

He shuddered as he slowly made his way out of the changing rooms to see you, Tsukishima, Daichi, Sugawara, Ennoshita, Hinata, and Kageyama getting ready for practice.

Tadashi darted to Tsukishima's side quickly.

Yamaguchi watched you as he sat down to stretch. You had just gotten up. Now you were attempting to walk over to the sidelines, when a loud thunk was heard.

"Ouch- dammit," you cursed softly. Yamaguchi noticed you squinting your eyes more.

"Yo (y/n)! What was that?" Tanaka laughed.

You scoffed, rubbing the red mark on your forehead. "I'm farsighted," you frowned. "That pole practically disappeared from my damn sight."

Tsukishima rolled his eyes. "Wear your glasses, idiot."

You sent a hard, and actual, glare his way. "Still waiting on them to be fixed. The stupid place is taking forever."

Yamaguchi blanked.

Practice continued as usual, though Yamaguchi was more confused than anything. Did you not really hate him then? Your eyesight was just shit? But why were you always squinting at him specifically?

By the end of practice he had decided to man up and just ask you about it.

"(Y/n)...?" His voice was more quiet than he wanted it to be.

You shot your head up to look at him. "Why are you- why are you always glaring at me?" He hadn't meant to say glare. 'Squinting' would have been much more appropriate, but there wasn't really any taking his words back now.

You tilted your head. "Glaring?"

He nodded. "Is something wrong with me somehow? Or my- my face?" He didn't mean to say that either.

"Why would you say that?" You moved back a bit to get a better look at him.

"S'just, uh," well what should he say now? "Some kids in school used to say my freckles were weird and stuff," he was shuffling nervously. "I just thought that you maybe thought- uh, the same thing."

You stood in silence for a couple seconds.

"Of course not!" You said suddenly, reaching (up/down/over) to cup his face in your hands. "I just wanted to see you better," you looked away nervously. "I think they're cute." You two stood like that for a little too long. Yamaguchi was slowly turning red, your hands cupping his face.

"Uh..."

"Right sorry," you moved your hands away from his face and bounced on your heel softly.

..."Are you two done yet?" Tsukishima walks past. "I wanna get home," he pulled his headphones around his neck and moved past you.

"Right, sorry Tsukki!"

Yamaguchi was about to run off, but you stopped him quickly.

"This means we're friends, right?"

Yamaguchi paused for a beat before he answered you.

"Yeah, we are."

#m!reader #hq x male reader #anime x male reader #male reader #x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #tw cursing #yamaguchi x male reader #yamaguchi tadashi x male reader

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ygreczed-3 · 3 years

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K so first of all your art is super well done, and second of all might I propose, for your consideration, drawing Hank and Connor playing baseball bc for some reason when I saw your nurse AU related drawings I just looked at Connor and was like you know what he needs. A baseball cap. And those vertical stripes. And a bat. 😂 Or maybe he'd be pitching. Idk your art style just drew these images to the top of my mind and also Hank would totally catching with Connor batting—or maybe batting if Connor was pitching 🤔 but a;lsdkfj yes anywho thank you for coming to my tedtalk xD

I swear 🙏 I'll answer all the asks another day (because it's late here oopsie) but right now I just want to say. YES. BASEBALL DOODLES. WE. NEED. THESE.

Also younger Hank so they can be in the same team cause Hank is awesome but I don't think he would be playing in a major league team à 53 yo ahah. I can see them practice together a lot, Connor as a pitcher and Hank as a hitter. Connor's really good at pitching, he has an inner understanding of the ball's physics and is agile. Hank is an outfielder, he may not look like it, but he's very fast and observant so he rarely misses a fly ball.

Well my dear this ask was SO COOL ! The best Tedtalk I've ever watched ahah

More headcanons below 👀

Connor is specialized in pitching, Hank is his designated hitter for most games.

I already see Connor peeping on Hank whenever he has the chance to see his bare chest... 👀 And Hank pretending he doesn't know and casually showing off lol. Connor would always keep him in his range of vision during workout sessions especially.

Hank loves looking at Connor pitching: he finds him so graceful and yet so strong.

They would re-watch their old games together to try to understand why they lose, laughing at the close-ups they make on them. "Look at you, you look so goofy ahahah" "Hey !!! You have a squint, what do you have to say about that ?" Connor would fall asleep on Hank's shoulder before the end of the game and Hank would enjoy the moment quietly.

Also, Hank would often tease Connor about the fact he's a terrible hitter (I mean, he's good but not as good as Hank). "At least I can hit the ball" he says smugly once. Connor stares at him as the other team members are "wooooh"-ing around them. "Well you can't pitch" Connor replies, shrugging. "Hitting is primitive. Pitching requires more... fingering." Then Connor leaves, as the whole team laughs and claps a furiously blushing Hank on the back.

One day, Connor asks Hank to help him get better at hitting, the bigger man happily accepts. They train during the whole afternoon and when the sun starts to get lower in the sky Connor calls it a day. As they head to the showers, Hanks says "You should teach me how to pitch, someday". Connor is surprised: "I didn't know you were interested in pitching... It's so challenging it gets frustrating... It discourages so many players." Hank doesn't know what to reply. "You're persistent Connor. That's something I admire about you." Then, he walks past Connor into the locker room and adds "Plus I'd like to improve my fingering". That is the death of Connor.

Hank has to follow a strict diet during the season. He hates it but he knows he has to so he's hard on himself and won't allow himself any kind of treat, because he knows he's a big eater. It has a repercussion on his mood though, and Connor notices it quite quickly. One evening, Hank walks out of the gym after a workout, sipping on a cucumber smoothie, he sees Connor waiting for him with a strawberry milkshake in his hand. "I know you're strict with yourself because you're scared of losing control... but I will be careful. Only one milkshake a week during the season. Deal ?" It's Hank's best milkshake ever, but nothing compared to the sweetness of Connor's smile.

Last but not least, Hank with a bat is the hottest phallic metaphor Connor could ever think of.

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh hank anderson #dbh hank x connor #hank x connor #hank anderson #dbh hankcon #detroit become human hankcon #hankcon #connor x hank #detroit become human connor #connor rk800 #dbh connor

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sunnypogue · 4 years

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jj visits you at school (headcanon)

ok so i took a very innocent prompt and turned it into my old ass reliving my college days (this is an ode to college football + texas food)

(warnings: nsfw-ish, drinking, cursing)

after high school, you decided you needed to get the hell out of north carolina

didn’t even consider duke/chapel hill/state

applied to schools all over the country before deciding on university of texas

(jj was sad because you were leaving - and he wasn’t - but it was closer than cal, which was your next choice)

as soon as you settled in, you bought him a flight out for a home football game

basically a religious experience in texas

you swooped him late thursday night from austin-bergstrom, borrowing your big’s boyfriend’s chevy silverado

yes you had joined a sorority. yes you lowkey loved it.

you could barely see over the wheel, and were basically falling asleep because you had to book it to the airport right after your 2 hour bio lab

but you got so excited when you saw jj - he was all amped up from flying for the first time

he waved you down, holding his beat up duffle bag on the sidewalk outside of arrivals

laughed at you as you tried navigating the truck (it was HARD okay, your big’s boyfriend owned a ranch - it wasn’t meant for the streets of austin), swung open the door as you rolled to a stop, slid into the passenger seat, gave you a “howdy, ma’am” before leaning over the gear shift & tongue fucking you.

woke ya right up!

you welcomed him to texas the traditional way - honey butter chicken biscuit from whataburger

he inhaled it - “god, what the FUCK is this?”

y’all spooned in your twin xl bed - you elbowed him in the chest, twice.

took him to your gen ed history class the next morning - y’all hid in the back and sent each other dirty texts the whole time (nothing new there)

gave him the full tour of campus after & rewarded him with torchy’s after - peg leg margarita + trailer trash tacos.

he had never had queso before - blew his fuckin’ mind

“why is the food here so GOOD?”

took him to your sorority mixer that night - 70’s themed, so y’all blew it out of the water with some very authentic ABBA costumes that you coordinated with your best friend + her boyfriend

jj let you round brush dry his hair & wore the classic all white outfit to match yours

y’all fucked in the costumes later that night - you couldn’t stop laughing, and he wouldn’t stop humming “super trouper”

woke up at the ass crack of day for game day - 2pm kick off meant 10 am tailgate

jj let you dress him (you were worried about getting him into the tailgate - you weren’t really in the mood for him to have to answer the “who do you know here?” question a thousand times)

of course, you had the frat boy game day uniform all ready for him - black ut polo, wranglers & cowboy boots.

he drew the line at the cowboy hat, opting for a backwards baseball cap

he wasn’t excited about the boots, until you handed him a flask & told him that was the only way he was sneaking alc into the game

jj immediately filled it with jack, before slipping into the side of his boot - “alright alright alright”

shockingly, getting him into the frat tailgate was no problem (you wisely chose to bring him to your big’s boyfriend’s frat - while he wasn’t pledge master, he had a lot of pull, and didn’t bat an eye as you brought your semi-incognito boyfriend into the house)

and of course, he made friends with literally EVERYONE he met

shotgunning beers with your best friends and their boyfriends

betting people to ride the mechanical bull in the middle of the backyard (because what the fuck)

sharing his boot flask (“yeah, my girlfriend got it for me - yeah, she’s pretty great.”)

of course, you taught him how to “hook ‘em”

and suckered him into a picture

literally y’all only got one good one, you on his back, throwing the horns, him grinning at you as he half-assed the horns

he was flipping off the camera in every other photo

when y’all got to the stadium, he lost his shit

easily the biggest place (with the most people) he had EVER been in

completely took it in stride - learning all the chants, (“we’re gonna beat the hell outta you!” was his favorite) cheering as pledges were forced to chug whatever crazy shit the older frat members smuggled into the stadium between the student section bleachers, going absolutely apeshit when texas would score

jj didn’t know football could be fun - football was synonymous with his dad betting big and losing hard, which meant he got the brunt of...that

after the game (horns win!), y’all headed back to your dorm for a shower & power nap before hitting sixth street later that night

you changed your outfit three times and your panties once, because SOMEONE thought it would be funny to finger you while you tried to do your hair

you weren’t really complaining, tbh

y’all walked to a pregame, jj wearing his boots & sipping from his flask, arm slung around you

same group y’all tailgated with earlier, so jj was like an old friend at this point

(he even got the invite to the fraternity mardi gras trip in the spring - he asked if you were going to be flashing for beads - you smacked him on the arm)

wrangled him into an intense game of rage cage (you won - he bragged about you for the rest of the night)

laughed as you and your friends sat in the uber to the bars, memorizing your fake id’s

jj had the same one from high school - he had a whole life story for his id at this point

let you drag him to a country bar - he kept your drink full as you & your sorority sisters drunkenly line danced to “any man of mine” and “cottonhead road”

you even got him to two step

he ended up half-carrying your wasted ass home - you passed the fuck out the second you were back in your dorm

being the good boyfriend he is, he helped you take your makeup off and change into your pj’s

you woke up in his cutoff coors shirt, and nothing else - for revenge, you woke him up with a blow job - obviously.

you both had mind numbing hangovers (he refused to admit it, but he was feelin’ a lil rough after a game day + night out on sixth), so you dragged him to brunch - hair of the dog, baby.

knocked a couple mimosas back & made plans to lay out by the pool - nothing like getting absolutely fried by the sun to revive your hungover ass

as you were falling asleep on the lounger by the school’s outdoor pool, you heard him mumble something

“you know where austin community college is, baby?”

you nodded, not following the conversation whatsoever, playing around with his baseball cap (you forgot your sunglasses, he offered it up to protect your eyes from the sun)

“lookin’ at it” he shrugged, holding his phone up, home page for ACC on his browser

you sat up a lil bit. “you’d consider leaving the outer banks?”

he didn’t respond right away - you poked him with your foot a couple times

“I don’t think I’d ever leave the outer banks for good - but for a few years? maybe.” “for me?”

he poked you back “nah, i’m coming for torchy’s + whataburger. you’re just an added bonus”

you nailed him with the hat, square in the face. “shut up.”

he laughed - sat up, swung your legs onto his lap, “i’m coming for you. you shut up.”

#jj maybank #headcanon #outer banks #outer banks fic #outer banks imagine #jj maybank fic #jj maybank x reader #rudy pankow #she writes #obx #jj obx #jj maybank imagine

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remmushound · 3 years

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Could you write a crossover oneshot, about the 2018 crew (April included) showing off their crazy OP skillz? (Mikey yeeting boats around, Donnie's tech, Leo's portals, etc.)

@assanmaharielsreblogs @itscryptifssil

Rise April = April

2012 April = O’Neil

“Hey guys!”

Leo hated being so exposed, just standing in the open for all to see. Leonardo had reassured him that it was chill here, that they’d never been spotted and weird stuff happened so often that no one would question it if they were. Still, standing there on the docks, open as he was, Leo couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder every few minutes to check for any signs of life disturbing the darkness.

“Watch this!”

Michelangelo resembled the Mikey that Leo knew in so many ways, and it seemed they even shared the same mad skills that all Mikey’s seemed to have in common. The turtle had been loud in his cry, drawing the attention of all below as he leapt from the rooftops and swung out hiskusari-fundo. Like the most beautiful fire work show, the blade and chain ignited in a feiry blaze that caught all of the other box turtles below by surprise, though Michelangelo’s brothers hardly acknowledged the act past a short applause or curious, watching eye.

“Holy—“ Leo sputtered.

“It’s so beautiful!” Mikey’s eyes Reflected the flames like something out of a movie, observing their beauty and hardly breathing.

“HOLY CHALUPAS!” Ejected Donnie, “How did he...?”

“Thats... concerning.” Raph said softly, trying to hide his astonishment behind a chilled facade.

The kusari-fundo shot out over the water, the chain stretching far longer than Leo could remember it actually being. Like an ever growing snake, flying and flying over the orange-reflectinh bay until the blade and a good deal of the chain latched impossibly around the hull of a boat down in the water. Before Michelangelo could come crashing down onto the hard docks, the chain tightened and pulled him into the water at incredible speeds, like a water skier without skis.

“COWABUNGA!”

When he was just about to hit the bough of the ship, the chain gave a sudden, upward jerk and pulled him onto the safety of the deck just in the nick of time. The fire went out, and for a heart wrenching moment none of the turtles could even see the youngest among them, until the teen’s silhouette appeared over the railing and waved to them.

“Uh... how did he—“ Leo began before his taller counterpart cut him off.

“Relax; I’ll go get him.”

Before Leo could even begin to ask how Leonardo would achieve such a feat, Leonardo had drawn his katana and traced a large, arching shape in the air. It was like the blade was slicing through the very fabric of reality, leaving a baby blue glow wherever the tip of the metal touched. When the sword reunited with where it had started, the entire middle erupted into that same mystic glow.

“Woaaaah.” Was all the box turtles could say— even Donnie finding himself speechless at the pure display of power.

Leonardo tucked his katana back in its sheath as he stretched and stepped into the portal, backward so he could click his tongue and give finger guns as he disappeared through the rippling blue. Across the bay came that same ghostly blue glow aboard the ship, and they could see Leonardo step out and wrap his arm around Michelangelo before waving back to the turtles on land.

“Did you build that?” Donnie gasped out, addressing Donatello.

Donatello scoffed. “That? That’s nothing. Raph, show em.” He waved and gave the show off to Raphael, who seemed confused for a second before catching on with a belching bellow.

“Alright, guys!” Raphael slammed his fists together and gave an excited jig, swaying his body back and forth as a determined grin found itself on his face. Eyes narrowed, teeth pulled into a smirk, body moving with untapped potential. “I call this boss mode!”

“Boss mode?” Raph said slowly, trying to hide his growing anticipation and fear. “Looks like a dance to me.”

“Just gotta get warmed up!” He sucked in and huffed out deep breaths, grabbing his Tonfa as he shook out his wrists and started to dig his feet deeper into the ground with each increasingly-violent stomp. His tail lashed. Red sparks started to twist their way around his weapons and wrists, slowly spreading up until the electric aura surrounded him completely. The sparks turned into a fire once the all of him was in their power. His eyes flushed white. The red aura around him grew— and grew, and grew until he was almost as tall as the buildings surrounding him. Despite the awe-inspiring scene, the smaller Raphael within the heart of the beast seemed to be straining under the expended power. The bigger he was, the harder Boss Raph was to control. His teeth were clenched, muscles and veins bulging as life flooded back into tear-filled eyes.

“CONTROLLING JU POWER JITSU... LIKE A BOSS!”

Once the final three words escaped his mouth, he seemed in full control of the situation. When his leg moved, Boss moved in sync. Raphael forced his larger form to wade into the water, his red glow disappearing under the surface as he walked effortlessly over to his brothers on the ship. He held out a hand to them, and both seemed more than happy to hop onboard. Raphael spun around, the movement of his superior self slow and lumbering like most large creatures.

He held the two safely to his chest and carried them to shore, carefully letting them down beside Donatello. Raphael made sure his brothers were on sound footing before finally letting his form pixelate away into nothing and lower him to the ground in a gentle grasp. Leonardo and Donatello were there to support their older brother as he collapsed into them, his legs feeling little more than flexible foam under his great weight. Just from the maybe-minute long quest, Raphael was soaked in sweat and his plastron heaved with begging, thankful gasps of cool air.

“Sorry.” Raphael gasped to the other team, laughing and forcing his heavy arm up to wave. “Kinda tiring, yknow.”

“INCREDIBLE!” Donnie gasped, hurrying over to investigate Raphael though all traces of mystic power was gone from his body. “How often can you do that?!”

“Uh. Never done it more than once in a day.” Raphael rubbed the back of his neck, “it’s pretty draining.”

“I bet!” Donnie squealed, “maybe it’s like that because your metabolism speeds up dramatically— or, or your body adjusts for how long it SHOULD have taken you to do that normally, or—“

“It’s his chakra.” Donatello answered simply.

“Chakra?” Donnie deflated as he asked.

“Seven power points through the body, centers of magic? Ring a bell?”

Leo hummed. “Master Splinter taught me a technique called Reiki thats supposed to heal chakras...”

“So like, what’s your super magic power thing?” Mikey was practically pressing his nose to Donatello’s as he spoke

Donatello’s nose scrunched up at the invasion of personal space, but he quickly brushed it off when Leo grabbed his brother and pulled him away.

“I, little man, have the greatest ‘magic’ of all! SCIENCE!”

“Here we go,” Raph rolled his eyes.

“BEHOLD!” Donatello pulled his bō staff free of its holster and held it to the sky in a pose not unlike the Statue of Liberty. “MY TITANIUM REINFORCED TECH BO!”

Raph gave a slow clap. “Wow. Wonderful. So cool.”

Leo shoved Raph pointedly. “Thats... wonderful, Donnie.”

“Oh. OH HO HO!” Donatello laughed, motioning to his precious staff, “you think this is everything? Au contraire, my fellow shelled companions! This is the top of the line, most up to date technology in my arsenal. Complete with a glider...”

Two wings shot out from either end of the staff, much to the surprise of the turtles gathered.

“Chainsaw! Laser gun! Tranquilizer! Buzz saw! Dual sided rocket propellers! And of course a selfie stick!”

As Donatello listed off his tech-bo’s enhancement, the once simple-looking staff shifted between each feature, ending with a selfie stick that extended far beyond the reach of a normal one and took a snap after the few seconds it took Donatello to pose with two fingers extended and his tongue sticking out.

Leo blinked to try and bring himself out of the blindness induced by the sudden flash. Donnie recovered from it quickly, though his eyes were just as bright the light of the camera had been. He ran over to Donatello practically fit to burst as the softshell gave a smug smirk.

“THAT WAS SO COOL! HOW’D YOU EVER GET THE MONEY TO MAKE ALL OF THAT?!”

Donatello booped his older counterparts snout. “By no legal means.”

April decided to insert herself into the conversation before it could get much farther. “Wanna see what my power can do?”

Eight sets of eyes turned on her.

“You have a power too?” Mikey beaned.

April laughed and gave the mutant a pet on the head. “Sure do! Watch this!”

She lifted her baseball bat from her back, tapping it a few times on the ground as a green glow Overcame the wood. Donatello reached into his shell armor and produced a baseball, tossing it high into the air and out of sight.

“APRILLLLLLLL~”

She dug her feet into the earth as her eyes ignited in the same lime as her bat. She swung the bat a few times, super sight locking onto the small ball as it came hurdling downward.

“O’NEIL!”

With impossibly perfect timing, she spun around once more and brought her bat slamming down on the falling target, sending the ball flying once more in a blaze of neon green glory over the city’s horizon.

“HOME RUN!!”

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt au #donatello #donnie #Raphael #Raph #michelangelo #Mikey #Leonardo #leo #April

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skullrock · 4 years

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the campers, chapter five

chapter five - the disappearance

series summary: Steve gets a job as a camp counselor at Camp Know Where, intending on using the summer to discover himself. When things start to go wrong at camp, the only people that can help him are the Party, Hopper, and his mortal enemy - you. [Enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort]

chapter summary: You struggle with your feelings for Steve; something sinister lurks in the woods.

warnings: swearin’!

word count: 5.7k (I know this is ridiculous but I do not apologize...)

a/n: the is The Chapter folks! you can catch up on the series here! a big thx to the catsluts for beta reading this and instilling confidence into me when I thot this series was going to die by my blade I love u

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The next day is a Monday, and you have a two hour break between lessons. You head to the lake with Steve, intending to learn how to play the coveted Kayak Ball.

“Do not splash me.”

Steve quirks a brow. “Or what?”

“I’ll flip your kayak.”

“You don’t have the muscles -”

You move quickly, splashing him with your paddle. Steve laughs, splashing you back.

“This isn’t what I was promised,” you say. “I was promised a game involving a ball.”

Steve twists and grabs the ball he’d brought - red, slightly smaller than a dodgeball - and holds it up with one hand. “This is the ball we use.”

“And you just… hit it with the face of the paddle?”

“Yep.”

“Doesn’t seem so hard.”

“We’ll see,” he beams. “Paddle back a bit.”

You do, creating a distance between you two. “C’mon, Harrington, let’s go.”

Steve throws the ball in the air and whacks it with the face of his paddle. It spins towards you, and you hit it with the paddle, almost like it’s a baseball bat. Steve drops his paddle and catches it.

“Jesus Christ, it’s not a bat.” He puts the ball down and lifts the paddles again. “You use the momentum it has to just tap it with the paddle.”

“I’m not good at this,” you frown, putting your paddle down.

“You tried once.”

“And I know my limits.”

“Here,” he says, paddling towards you quickly. He positions his kayak beside yours and reaches out for you. “Let me show you.” He leans far, balancing himself and the kayak while wrapping his arms around yours. When his hands come over yours to show you how to hold the paddle to tap the ball, your heart speeds up.

And you realize that Steve has really, really nice arms.

And nice hands.

And he smells really incredible.

Your stomach flips, a heat spreading from your chest up to your face, shading it pink. You stop breathing momentarily as Steve lifts your arms, showing you how to face the paddle towards the ball.

“Like this,” he says quietly. “And then you just - tap!”

“Oh.” You feel tense, because Steve’s breath is on your neck, and it tickles, and wow, hey, that feels good, actually,and oh, shit, it should not feel good.

Steve leans back into his space, brows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

You turn to look at him, but you’re caught up in the little freckles that move down his jaw and to his neck. Steve leans forward. “Y/N?”

You shake your head, relaxing. “Oh, sorry. I was just thinking.”

“About how cool Kayak Ball is?”

You think quickly. “About how it would sound better if it was called Paddle Ball.”

Steve scrunches his nose. “That’s already a thing.”

“Is it?”

Steve smiles and shakes his head. “Guess nerds can’t know everything.”

You splash him with your paddle again, head still reeling a bit from the odd realization you had when his arms wrapped around yours. You want him away from you - he’s too close right now, and you’re starting to notice the blonde highlights in his hair. “Let’s try again.”

“You sure? I’m probably going to beat you, anyway.”

“Let’s go, Steve!”

He flashes you a smile and paddles away, allowing you to swallow down the thoughts you just had.

You felt absentminded the rest of the game, continuously messing up, trying not to look at him. You were at war with yourself, trying to understand what the hell just happened. Maybe Steve was attractive - there’s no harm in that, right? It seems like basic knowledge to everyone else at camp, so why can’t it be basic knowledge for you? Admitting that he’s cute doesn’t mean anything, right? Or does it? Are you still in some odd competition with him? Would you have lost if you liked him? Oh, God, do you like him?

“Hey,” Steve calls. “Are you okay over there?”

Your eyes had focused on the water instead of on Steve. You look back to him. He’s frowning, looking at you with concern.

You shake your head. “I’m just thinking about stuff. I’m sorry.”

“I’ve been thinking a lot, too,” he admits, resting his paddles. “You don’t have to be sorry.”

“What have you been thinking about?”

Steve smiles and looks down to the water. “How happy I am here.” He looks up. “How happy I am that we’re friends.”

You can’t stop the blush that rises. “And why are you so happy that we’re friends?”

“I don’t know,” he says, shrugging. “I guess I just think we get along really well.” He pauses. “Well - now we do.”

You smile softly. “Yeah, I think we do, too.”

You both stare at each other for a while, just smiling, before you realize what you’re doing. You check your watch and sigh. “Shit, I’ve gotta go to my next lesson.”

Steve clears his throat and looks away. “Oh - yeah, me too. We’re taking a hike today.”

“You sure you can handle that?”

“Probably not.” He points to himself with his thumbs. “I’m definitely outta shape.”

“Shut up,” you hiss. “You’re in perfect shape.”

“You thi-”

“Have you talked to Mia yet?”

Steve tenses slightly. While he’s very interested, something just feels off about seeing someone at camp. It’s a bit convoluted, he thinks - what’s he going to do when camp ends? He doesn’t just want to make out and leave. He wants more than that. And he’s not super sure if he’s going to find that with someone here. Still, he had talked to Mia at breakfast, and they agreed to have dinner together. She was beautiful - dark skin, dark hair, charming eyes. So he doesn’t know what his apprehension was.

“We’re having dinner tonight,” he responds, voice a bit stiff.

“You mean sitting together in a crowded cafeteria?”

Steve huffs. “I’m not sure what else there is to do.”

“Take her for a walk,” you suggest. “At sunset. On the lakeshore. That’s romantic.”

He shrugs. “I guess.”

“When was the last time you talked to a girl?”

Steve’s chest twists. “It’s been a while.”

“Just give it some time. She thinks you’re cute. It’ll work out.”

You start to paddle back to the shore, and Steve calls out to you. “See you later?”

“Sure!” you call back. “As long as you don’t get lost in the woods!”

Steve wonders why you always say that, but he realizes it actually is quite on the nose.

===

You didn’t expect to have an identity crisis over Steve Harrington, but here you were.

You pace your dorm that same night before heading to dinner, talking to yourself out loud. “He’s just cute. He’s cute. That’s it! Thinking he’s cute doesn’t mean I’m attracted to him.” You take a deep breath. “He’s just cute.”

But it didn’t help that Steve had changed so much. You couldn’t even call back to the memories of him being an asshole, because they weren’t relevant anymore. Well, they were, but you can’t hate the present Steve for it. He’d obviously gotten better. He was a dork, he was funny, he was kind, he smelled like pine and berries and -

“Shit!” you sigh, falling onto your bed. You press the heels of your hands into your eyes, as if it would erase him from your memory.

You hear a knock on your door and another counselor, Brooke, pokes her head in. “You comin’ to dinner?”

You sigh and sit up. “I guess.”

“What’s your damage?” she asks. “You look hung up on something.”

“Nothing,” you say, standing and grabbing a jacket from the closet.

“You’ve been so upset this year. Is it because of Steve?”

You whip around to face her. “It’s not because of Steve!”

Brooke holds her hands up in defense. “Christ, okay. Then what’s it about?”

You pause, the fire in your eyes dimming. “Does - does thinking someone is conventionally attractive mean you like them?”

She scoffs. “What? No. You can say someone is cute but not like them.” She walks around you and sits on your bed. “But who is it?”

“Brooke -”

“You gotta tell me. It’s the rules.”

You sigh heavily. The cabin had made a pact that they’d tell anyone about their crushes - and all that got you was everyone talking about Steve. Now you’re thinking about Steve just like they are, and it gives you heartburn.

“They go to another school,” you say slowly.

“Cut the shit,” she says. “Is it Josh?”

You freeze - Josh! He’ll do. “How’d you know?”

Brooke beams. “I just know. You guys have this cute little love-hate relationship.”

Love-hate. It makes your stomach turn. “You got me.”

“C’mon,” she says, standing and taking your arm. “Let’s go to dinner and spy on him.”

In theory, it was a good plan - but you knew you’d be looking at Steve the whole night.

===

By the end of the week, you feel like the crisis has been averted. Mia and Steve were eating meals and spending their free time together, and the distance put between you two helped. You chalked it up to your brain going crazy over nothing, anxiety grasping at straws. You were starting to feel happy for him and Mia, who seemed to be having a good time together.

Steve sits with you instead of her Friday at lunch, though. Outwardly he passes it off like it’s not a big deal, but he knows he’s fucking up. He just needs some separation is all, and he hadn’t seen you in a while. He just wanted to catch up - that was it. Nothing wrong with that, right?

“How was your week?” he asks. “Do anything fun?”

“Not really,” you admit. “What about you?”

He shrugs. “Been okay.”

“Just okay?” you laugh. “You and Mia seem to be having fun.”

He stiffens just as he did on the lake. “Yeah, it’s been good.” He clears his throat. “So - I took the kids on a hike Monday.”

“Right, how’d that go?”

“Really great,” he says. “We found a really nice waterfall and the water’s deep enough to swim in.” His eyes light up. “We should go!”

You pause. “Yeah, sure. That sounds… fun. When?”

“Are you free tomorrow?”

“I am,” you say slowly. “Uh - should Mia come?”

“She’s got a project to do with her class. Is that okay?”

No, you think. You’re afraid of being alone with him again, afraid of the feelings coming back. “It’s cool.”

“What about two? It’ll give us time to sleep in.”

“Let’s meet at the fire pit,” you say, collecting your things. Your anxiety was creeping back in, face flushing. “Two o’clock.”

“I’ll see you then.”

As you walk away, Steve watches. He’s not sure what his deal is, but he really likes hanging out with you. He’s not sure if it’s relief from making amends with you, or something else. He just knows he enjoys your company - maybe even a bit more than he enjoys Mia’s.

He shakes that thought out of his head, though, and goes to gather his things. But the kids suddenly appear, slamming their trays down in an array around him. Suzie’s accompanied them, acclimating well with the group.

“Hey, lovebird,” Dustin says, smiling.

Steve’s stomach churns. “Don’t call me that.”

“It’s nice to see you with a girl that likes you back,” Max says. Steve glares at her, but he knows she’s just kidding.

“Can we talk about anything else,” Mike groans, and El swats his arm gently, shushing him.

“What’s her name again?” Will asks.

“It’s Y/N,” Lucas responds casually, beginning to go ham on a jell-o cup.

Dustin and Steve both freeze. Steve’s blood feels cold in his veins and his eyes widen. “What?” he asks hoarsely.

Lucas looks up, mouth full of jell-o. “That’s her name, right? The one you were just sitting with?”

Steve feels sick. “No, I’m seeing Mia.”

The table goes silent, and Max kicks Lucas under the table. He throws an arm out, apologizing to her with his eyes, and Mike almost cackles. He doesn’t for fear of retribution from El.

“Sorry,” Lucas says, turning to Steve. “You guys just hang out together a lot.”

“Yeah, we’re friends,” Steve says defensively.

“Had me fooled,” Lucas shrugs.

Max turns to him with wide eyes. “You are so tone deaf!”

“What? Am I wrong?”

Everyone’s quiet, because he isn’t. It seems very obvious from their outside perspective that Steve is into you, except he isn’t. Or maybe he is. He can’t really unpack that right now.

“Gotta go,” Steve mumbles, grabbing his tray and heading off. Dustin gets up, patting Suzie on the arm to tell her I’ll be right back.

Dustin catches Steve just outside. “Don’t listen to them.”

Steve runs his hand through his hair, the other resting on his hip. “I don’t - I don’t want people to think….” He can’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

But Dustin understands. “Do you?”

“What? No,” Steve says quickly. “We’re just friends, Dustin, honest.”

Dustin nods. “Then don’t worry about what they think.”

Steve runs his hand through his hair again. “I’ll try. ‘m gonna try to find Mia.”

“Good luck, my liege.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but smiles softly. He extends his arms for them to do their handshake, starting to giggle about halfway through. He gently punches Dustin’s shoulder when they’re finished. “You mean a lot to me, dude.”

Dustin grins toothily. “Go get your girl.”

Steve salutes and walks off, but his good mood falters. He considers cancelling your plans tomorrow, but pushes past that. You’re just friends. You’ll always be friends. A simple hike and swim tomorrow isn’t going to change that.

===

The next day is gloomy, but it’s good for hiking. The air is cool on your bare arms as you and Steve head off into the woods, small bags in tow.

“It’s about three miles in, so I hope you don’t mind a hike,” he says, rolling his shoulders to adjust the straps of his bag.

“That’s the point of this, isn’t it?”

He rolls his eyes and elbows you gently. “Don’t forget swimming.”

“Did you find it yourself?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure I’m not the first person to find it,” he explains. “We don’t have waterfalls in Hawkins, so it’s pretty neat.”

“You sound easy to please.”

“I am,” he grins. “Can’t you tell?”

“Do you live by the woods?”

“Oh, God, yeah,” he says. “My backyard is lined with them. It’s kind of all there is in Hawkins.”

“Do you like them?”

Steve goes quiet, remembering all the bad that’s happened in them.

“I’ll take that as a no,” you say.

“They can be… intimidating,” he says, choosing his words carefully. “These woods aren’t like those ones at all.”

“How so?”

“Well,” he starts. “These ones are brighter. More welcoming. The trees aren’t too thick, so the sun can come through. It’s easier to see through them.”

“Scared something’s hiding there, Stevie?”

He blushes at the nickname, but he frowns. He stares straight ahead and avoids the question. You glance at him and then back at the trail, the silence not bothering you so much. You just appreciate the company, even if it makes you anxious.

Eventually, you both come across a clearing, a waterfall and swimming hole centered in the middle, surrounded by trees and rocks and moss. It was beautiful, and you whisper, “Holy shit,” out loud.

“Pretty nice, huh?” Steve smiles.

“You’ve really outdone yourself.”

He smiles over at you and you head to it, putting your bags down. Steve takes his shirt off, rolling it up and shoving it into his bag, keeping his shorts on to swim in. You divert your eyes from him as you peel off your own shirt and shorts, leaving you in a bathing suit.

Steve stares, and you blush heavily. “What?”

He blinks. “I feel underdressed.”

You sigh in relief and fold your clothes. “That’s your fault.”

You both get in, gasping the entire time because the water is so god damn cold, and wade for a while to get used to it. The cold water brings you to your senses a bit, and you feel more comfortable with him. You smile cheekily at him and say, “It’s nice to be somewhere that we can actually splash each other.”

His eyes get wide. “Don’t splash my hair.”

“Why? Don’t want the product to run out of it?”

He whips his arm and splashes you with water, making you gasp and shout. You rear up to splash him back, but he lunges for you, pulling your arms down.

“Don’t,” he laughs, tugging on your arms before pulling away. “I’ll sue you.”

“Your dad has a good lawyer, huh?”

It’s a low blow, but it only slightly hurts. “Of course.”

You both talk and wade for hours, the water slowly starting to feel warm on your skin. The clouds hang heavy in the air, but the atmosphere is light around Steve. He does some stunts for you, like front flipping off of a peak, and you clap sarcastically for him. He stops after a while, resting in a shallow part of the water as you float in the deep end.

“Steve?” you ask.

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay?”

He laughs, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Are you still having nightmares?”

He stills and frowns. “No, I haven’t had any.”

You’re silent for a moment. “Do you usually have them?”

“I do when I’m at home.”

You’re quiet again, the sound of the water taking up the silence. “It sounds like a lot of bad stuff happened at home.”

Steve can’t help but to laugh, as it’s the understatement of the century. You frown at him, and he shrugs. “You could say that.”

“Do you want to talk?”

“It’s okay.”

“Well, I’m here for you.”

“I just don’t get it,” he says after a moment, pulling himself out of the water.

You furrow your brows and laugh. “What don’t you get?”

“How you’re so nice to me.”

You laugh again, confusion etched on your face. “Am I always an asshole or something?”

“No,” he says quickly. “I just… after everything….”

You frown and swim to him, resting your forearms on the rock he’d climbed out onto. “Do you want me to be an asshole?”

“No. I just - I deserve… you shouldn’t be nice to me.”

You pull yourself out now, sitting beside him, frowning more. You look at him for a while, pulling your knees up to your chest. Finally, you whisper, “You said you don’t remember.”

“I don’t,” he says softly, staring at the moss that stretched up the cold stone. “I just... don’t remember.”

You feel anger bubbling in your gut. “How don’t you remember?”

“I remember some things.” He’s quiet for a moment. “I remember one time I tripped you and you fell on the gravel. I remember that your blood was so red. I remember feeling so bad, but I made my friends laugh, and that was more important to me.”

You turn to him, pointing to a long scar on your knee. “You did this that day.”

He stares at it for a long while before looking up at you, tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

You soften a bit. “What else do you remember?”

“I remember when Tommy stole your clothes from the pier. I remember telling him to stop, but he asked me if I was a pussy, and I didn’t want to be… so I just. Let him do it.”

“That sucked,” you say. “That really fucking sucked.”

“I can’t even imagine,” he says, so quietly that you can hardly hear him. He shakes his head slightly. “Everything else I remember doesn’t matter. I don’t know if it’s from concussions or what. I just… try so hard to forget who I was. But it doesn’t work.” He sniffles. “Because I know… I know that I did those things. And I’m sorry I can forget while you have to remember.”

It’s quiet for a while. You absentmindedly trace your scar with your index finger, brows furrowed hard. It’s odd to feel like this around him - like you’re mad, but you’re not. Because you have a memory that you kept, buried deep down, because you didn’t want to remember the good he did.

But he did good things.

“There was one time at night,” you start. “We were playing tag. And it was so pretty. The sky was pink and the fireflies just started to come out.” You look at him. “Do you remember?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“It was stupid,” you say, starting to smile. “The game, I mean. We all kept cheating because we didn’t want to lose. We’d say that we weren’t actually touched when we were. It made the game complicated.” You press your lips together for a moment. “And then Tommy… he just. Shoved me.” You mimic it, how hard he pushed at you. “And I fell right on my face in mud.”

Steve’s tense, his hands clenched into fists, holding the fabric of his wet shorts within them. You can almost see a vein popping out of his temple, his jaw clenched so tight, and you want to reach out and smooth it. But you continue.

“And I was so pissed. I could have murdered him, Steve. And I wanted to cry, because I had mud, like, everywhere. And I felt so dumb and stupid and - it hurt, you know? But then you came out of nowhere when Tommy ran away.” You pick at some grass, growing through a crack in the stone. “I thought you were there to finish me off. But you took off your shirt, and you cleaned me up. Best as you could, with a dry shirt.”

Steve turns to you quickly, his features softening. He furrows his brows and shakes his head slightly in disbelief.

“It’s true,” you say. “It happened. And I just stared at you, like, what the hell are you doing? But you kept cleaning me up. And you kept asking if I was okay, and you kept saying you were sorry. And I thought that was so weird, because you didn’t do it. You could apologize for Tommy, but not for yourself.” You smile sadly. “Maybe because it was Tommy and the others the whole time.”

“No,” Steve says. “It was me. I did those things.”

“You did,” you agree. “But you didn’t have… y’know, pure malicious intent. Because you’re good, Steve Harrington. Right to your core.”

Steve doesn’t understand why you’re saying this. Why you’re coddling him. Why you’re making excuses for him. He’s felt shitty for so long, about everything - about high school, about being a shitty boyfriend, about being a child bully.

“I don’t… you - I don’t deserve this,” he says weakly.

“Maybe not.” You smile slightly. “But I’ll still say it.”

He looks back at the moss, shoulders relaxing, and you can’t help but to reach out for him. You lace your fingers through his and squeeze, like you did at the bonfire and on the shore. You bring it close to you, resting it on your knee, your hand still locked in his.

“What matters is that you’ve changed,” you say. “And I know you have. Everyone knows you have. You’re not who you used to be. And, yeah, you’ll always carry that person with you. But they’re only a fraction of what you are now. And you’re good now. You’ve always been good… you were just… misguided.”

“I don’t deserve this,” he repeats, and you elbow him gently.

“You deserve every good thing. You’re sweet and kind and caring, and you’re funny, even if you’re dumb sometimes.”

He looks at you, giving you a tear filled smile. “Yeah, I’m pretty stupid sometimes, huh?”

You lean into his side, squeezing his hand once more. “Only sometimes. You’re smart in your own way.”

A silence stretches over you two again. You feel so comfortable here, in the silence with Steve - his warm hand in yours, soft and smooth and big, your side nuzzled into his. It should scare you, but it doesn’t. It just feels right.

Steve wants to tell you everything. He wants to tell you about the last three years - about having his ex girlfriend’s best friend die in his pool, so he can’t use it anymore; how he almost died because some dickhead tried to beat him to death for standing up for a kid; how his ex girlfriend called him bullshit and left him for someone he was told not to worry about; how he was drugged and trapped in a secret Russian base under his part-time job. He wants to spill it all; he wants to hear your words of encouragement, soothing his wounds like aloe. He wants to hear you call him brave, and strong. He wants to hear a lot of things from you - and it’s scary, but good. He knows he can’t, but he wants to, and it kills him.

Instead, he decides to share some things he does remember with you.

“I remember some other things,” he says. “Good things.”

“Like?”

He smiles. “You used to wear your hair in those pigtails with pink scrunchies.”

“God,” you laugh. “Don’t bring that up.”

“And you would laugh so loud.” He laughs with you. “You could hear it from the other side of camp.”

“It’s still loud,” you say.

“It’s nice,” he says. “You used to be so quiet except for your laugh. I always liked it.”

You pull away from him slightly, narrowing your eyes at him. “No way.”

“Yes, way,” he says. “I always wanted to -” And he stops, staring at you, smile faltering.

“Always wanted to what?”

“Y’know,” he whispers. “Be the one to - to make you laugh.” He quirks his brows and shakes his head, looking down. “I don’t mean it like that.”

You want to ask him “like what?” so desperately, more than anything - but you stay quiet, averting your eyes as well. Steve unravels his hand from yours, leaving you feeling cold, and he clears his throat.

“I told you, I remember a lot of insignificant things,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

You quirk your head. “Memories of me are insignificant?”

He looks at you, shocked. “No. Memories of you are some of the best I have.”

You feel like you’ve fallen through a trapdoor, the breath knocked out of you. It’s bizarre, how he remembers you so fondly, while you’ve remembered him as being the person who ruined your life. It almost makes you angry, but he looks so innocent sitting before you - his eyes soft, slightly frowning, brows knitted together. You have the urge to reach out for him again until your senses kick in - this is wrong, this is all wrong, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

You stand quickly. “It’s getting late, we should probably head back before it gets dark.”

Steve frowns, unsure if he upset you or not, but he pulls himself up. He’s pretty sure he didn’t mean anything by it, at least. It’s true - the few good memories he has of you always make him smile, make him feel warm and good. He’s never unpacked that, and he has no intentions to. It’s just memories. You’re not that little girl anymore, and he’s not that little boy. It doesn’t matter.

You gather your things, throwing your dry clothes back on over your wet ones, and take off. It’s only about six, but the clouds in the sky make it seem darker, almost more sinister. You don’t think much of it, but Steve notices, putting him on high alert.

About a mile into the walk, a deer approaches the two of you, getting incredibly close. You gasp with glee, looking at Steve to see if he’s seeing this.

“Look how close it is!”

But Steve’s filled with dread. Something’s not right. He claps to see if it runs off, but it doesn’t.

“What the hell?” you ask him. “It’s just a deer. We’re like princesses right now.”

Steve’s hardly listening, surveying the land, and then he realizes - the woods are dead quiet.

“What’re you -”

“Shh!” He holds his hand out to beckon you to be quiet, and you shut up quickly. Steve’s typical goofy behavior is gone, replaced with a hard face and a tense body. You’d never seen him like this, even when he’s obviously remembering something that’s upset him. It makes you scared, and you take a step closer to him. “Steve?”

“Listen,” he whispers, frozen in place.

You strain your ears. “I don’t hear anything.”

He looks over at you, eyes wide. “Exactly.”

At this point, the deer has gone away, leaving the two of you alone. You feel a bit eerie, but try to brush it off. “Steve, it’s alright.”

Steve scans the woods again, thankful for the space between the trees, before relaxing. He wraps an arm around you, walking you down the path. “Let’s go.”

You shrug him off of you, because you like the weight of his arm on you too much. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he says. He doesn’t want to admit that he has a bad feeling - like maybe if he shoves it down, it won’t amount to anything. “It’s just weird, that’s all.”

You start to wonder if maybe this is what his nightmares are about, the woods. You want to ask, but you know he won’t open up about it. So you continue to walk beside him, your mind wandering off to him. The spikes of anxiety do nothing to keep the thoughts of Steve out, as much as you wish they would. You wish you could forget him like he forgot you. You wish you could forget his dumb, long hair, with highlights, and how his lips always look glossy, and how strong his arms and hands are. You wish so desperately to forget, and by the time you return to camp, you feel sick.

Steve’s relaxed by then, thankful that everything at camp seems fine. His smile is back, and he’s walking a little slower. “You going to dinner?”

“I think I should go to bed,” you say, voice hoarse. “I feel a little sick.”

He frowns. “Was it something I did?”

“No,” you explain quickly. “Just the excitement, I think.”

“Do you want me to grab you something and bring it to you? Or maybe Mia could -”

Your stomach twists painfully. “I’m okay, Steve. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You march off to your cabin quickly, forcing tears back until you can collapse on your bed. Your roommate is luckily out, so you shut the door, fling yourself on your bed, and start crying.

Every horrible emotion runs through you - sadness, anger, guilt, fear, remorse. It hits you like a tidal wave, leaving you shaking. So many thoughts go through your head. Thoughts that you never thought that you’d ever have.

It’s official - you’re into him. You like him. It’s a new feeling, foreign for you. You never once had a lick of attraction towards Steve until this summer, and it’s hit you so quickly that you hardly have time to recover. It should be a happy thought. It should be good, and freeing. But it’s everything but that. It’s scary, and horrific, and anxiety inducing.

You could have been friends. You could have gotten along. You both could have been lifelong friends, ones that turned to lovers. You could have sent each other letters when you weren’t at camp, ones that were riddled with confessions and feelings. You could have been there for each other, even if it didn’t turn to romance. You could have had a friend. The memories Steve had shared with you hurt, because he was never bad, and yet he was. It confuses you. It makes you mourn for what you could have had.

If you ever see Tommy Hagan again, you’ll hit him on sight.

On the other hand, you’re longing for something with Steve now. The new Steve, the one who’s dorky and funny and charming. Caring, kind, sweet. You want it so desperately that it rips you up inside, makes your chest feel empty. And you know, without a doubt, nothing will ever happen. Nothing can ever happen. He’s your childhood bully and new friend. Nothing could happen between you two. Your pride is too big, and Steve’s with someone else. Someone youhad set him up with.

You feel like an idiot. For liking him now and hating him then. For ever hating him. For ever liking him.

You cry heavily, burying your face into your pillow, and contemplate your next steps, when the door bursts open.

You flip over, annoyed that your feelings were interrupted. Your roommate Jen is in the doorway, her eyes wide and face flushed, panting heavily. Your protests die on your lips and you jump up. “What happened?”

“One of the campers,” she pants. “They’re missing.”

===

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Bookshop AU + Accidentally saving the day

Ahh, nothing better than the OTP to heal the soul, thanks for indulging me, Duckie :’)

Bookshop AU + Accidentally saving the day - PrUK

I have to admit this is heavily inspired by the increasing amount of Spiderman on my dash lately, haha, so it ended up being kind of a superhero AU too. Also took liberties with the second prompt. TW: Blood.

- We’ll start with Arthur Kirkland, owner of a small corner bookshop at the end of a busy street, whose life is pretty... tame, in his own words, but with a fond underside at the same time. He can’t really be bothered to seek adventure outside of reading and -secretly- writing books. (Not anymore, at least.)

- His local is small compared to the others surrounding him, but still has a decent amount of space for bookshelves, reading corners, and a small loft with big circular windows that he always has to shut close more than once each day because they keep opening on their own.

- He has one weird customer... Alright, he has a lot of weird customers but he pays special attention to this one: Pale skin, a shock of white hair, and maroon eyes that he swears he’s seen glow blood red in the dim light of the shop some evenings, even if nobody believes him.

- The customer’s name is Gilbert Beil-sch-midt, as he presented himself, probably assuming Arthur would have a hard time pronouncing it back, which was correct, but still annoying.

- Gilbert seems to always come at odd hours every other day, his excuse being that he’s a college student of one thing or another about physics or chemistry or something, so his schedule is weird. It’s a good excuse, Arthur gives him, but he sometimes sees the younger man running outside on the street, and he could swear he’s seen him leave the store even when he hasn’t seen him come in.

- Gilbert also often comes in with a lot of bruises on his arms, sometimes even on his face, and he brightly dismisses them as the result of rugby practice, which again, is believable, if those arms and legs are something to go by. Not that Arthur is looking.

- He buys a wide range of different books: Immunology, physiology, antique weaponry, healthy recipe compendiums and bird watching guides. Arthur has to wonder just where does he find these ones in the shop, maybe inside those boxes at the back he still has to organise through.

- Their city isn’t that big, but lately it’s been gaining fame on TV and social media because of a vigilante-styled superhero in the city: The White Knight. (Which is a corny as hell name in Arthur’s opinion, but better than the one given by his detractors: The red death.)

- One day he has to stay late at the shop, having already closed for the day but balancing the books at the counter with a growing headache, a cup of tea and the lone light of his desk lamp.

- He hears a faint sound, some light screech, followed by a loud crash and a string of muffled curses coming from the upper level. He does the only reasonable thing: He grabs the baseball bat under the counter and goes to look.

- There's a lump on the floor, seemingly tangled on a fallen curtain, so Arthur does the second most reasonable thing: He hits it with his bat. He gets a metallic sound and a yelp, more surprised than hurt, and goes to hit again.

- This time, he hits something more solid, the sound of ripping fabric and cracking glass echoing in the lone shop. In front of him lay a cracked red shield reflecting his own surprised face to him, being the first time he's seen those powers in display first hand, and behind it, a fierce, glowing red gaze stares at him from the depths of a steel helmet. It comes off more annoyed than intimidating, and the fact that the owner is still gracelessly sprawled on the floor helps to that. If asked, Arthur would use that to forget the shiver that definitely travelled down his spine.

- That's the first encounter he has with the infamous White Knight, who not only doesn't seem that white all caked in mud and blood and who knows what else, but also almost bleeds out on his floor, making a mess and getting on Arthur's already frayed nerves. It doesn't help that the superhero ends up fainting.

- He ends up tending to his wounds the best he can, removing great part of the surprisingly light plate but leaving the helmet. It looks uncomfortable despite its fitting design, but he feels it's too invasive to just, take it out. Arthur falls asleep beside the unconscious superhero at some point, one hand on his wounded chest, and very so slowly, the blood stops dripping, the wounds close without a trace.

- Surprise, surprise. Arthur might have some kind of dormant powers too, or maybe Gilbert's body reacts somehow to Arthur's, or to one of those runes Arthur likes to scribble on his skin. Whatever it was, it inadvertently heals Gilbert enough that he wakes up with a gasp, hella confused, and a bit flustered.

- He cleans his mess as good as he's able, collects his armour and leaves.

Aaaaand that's it for the prompts because suddenly I realised I wanted more of this AU but this was getting long, so just putting down a few more thoughts:

- About Gilbert powers: He has the ability to harden his own blood, and with time has mastered it enough to make out weapons out of it, resembling crystal but being pretty hard. He likes daggers and swords, and he's also good at making shields. The only downside being that the blood needs to be “connected” to him, if it breaks it turns liquid again and he can't get it back, this turns out to be pretty dangerous for long battles.

- No other powers. No super strength nor invulnerability. This is just one stupid buff man running around chasing criminals in knight cosplay, with the power of blood and anime on his side.

- See also: Parkour.

- Arthur and the White Knight keep meeting every other night, and Gilbert also keeps coming into the shop, totally not behaving suspiciously, but Arthur never mentions anything so he feels safe. Until one day Art just calls him “Gilbert” while he's in armour and while he's having an existential crisis Arthur's just like “Oh, I didn't think you were trying to keep it a secret from me still?”

- Also drama because Gilbert falls pretty hard for Arthur, and tries to flirt with him as the civilian, but finds it easier to do so as the superhero, and Arthur seems interested but what if he only likes one side of him? What if he gets disappointed once he learns the truth? What if, what if? Until the previous paragraph happens.

This derailed bad, but I had a burst of inspiration and had to go with it until it ran out, hence... this.

#aph prussia #aph england #pruk #prueng #hetalia #hws prussia #hws england #junestuff #junechats #fic #anarchyduck #tw blood #going slowly through these bc i underestimated my workload again #but you can still send in prompts :)

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chefn7 · 3 years

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A perfect night…

Well here I am again, that jumpy anxious feeling I get when night time comes around, I can’t shake it. It’s like my skeleton wants to jump out of my body, and my cock gets so hard sometimes it turns purple at the tip. It’s been months since I’ve had a woman and a sexual encounter, find myself rubbing one out every morning and night. It’s gotten so bad I don’t even take a normal break I take jerking off breaks…oh I’m so pathetic as I have to laugh at myself.

It’s Friday night.. debating whether to have a night to myself..by that I mean porn and beer the perfect combo for a lonely single man..fuck I’m pathetic. No not today I’m going out I don’t care where ..maybe a bar? I ask myself. I finally convince myself that I am going out on this cold October night. What to wear, I look in my shitty closet with cracks and the light bulb dangling with light in and out, I grab the best looking jacket I have which is an old bikers jacket my uncle gave to me with an American flag patch on the front pocket. Yup this will do and a nice flannel button up shirt with jeans I’m stunning oh fuck I’m a loser. I cringe but I go out the door anyway, the brisk air of the night whisks my wet groomed hair..should’ve gotten a haircut and maybe rubbed one out before I go in case I meet a lady tonight.. I highly doubt I won’t ..fuck it I tell myself.

The closest bar near my apartment is only a few feet away, a little dive knows as “Creeks Perfect Night” you can imagine it looked like any other dive bar with shitty neon signs and a drunk chick or two puking her guts outside the door, yeah this seems like the place I will get laid for sure . Shaking my head in disbelief as I walk in the smell of watered down beers and stale peanuts hit me in the face like a baseball bat. I sit near the outside of the bar where there are less people sitting, drinking alone and people watching is what I do best.

I signal the bartender for a beer just a domestic for me nothing fancy. I order three more and then all of a sudden there was a sudden change in the atmosphere of this dank bar, the stale smell is replaced by the most intoxicating scent that has ever graced my nostrils. Almost like the smell of jasmine in the spring and rose water.. And then almost like a breeze passing by I get a glimpse of the one responsible for that delicious scent.

I’m facing down like I always do in a public place, and I see legs, beautiful, slender, sexy legs, accompanied by red pumps, a very short red dress, as I raise my head to sneakily get a glimpse I see possibly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, skin so white, so silky and pristine, lipstick red and deep like the most finest wine, and wide brimmed red hat that looked almost velvet. She did not look like she belonged here, looking at her I imagined myself walking up to her and saying that very thing “you are the most woman I have ever seen, let me take you away from here so I can do things to you that will make scream my name” oh but what a joke am I, I don’t have the balls. Then as if she was reading my mind, she looks at me, oh shit she is really looking at me and if she smiles I am here, I will melt, I will be her slave. Almost instantly like a predator a beautiful creature of prey, a row of pearly white emerge my way and I am dead now. My heart skips a beat or two because now is getting up and walking my way, the sound of her heels as they hit the old wooden floor, slowly and seductively , I take a drink of my beer as she sits down next to me, “hey there handsome” she says, her voice like a purr from a jungle cat so wild and untamed. “Hello there” I answered back so shaky and pathetic, way to go I tell myself, she smiles and asks if I’m from around here, I feel like this moment as I talk to her is like a dream it doesn’t feel real. We hit it off, we basically talk and laughed all night till the bar was near closing that means it’s close to 2am..I have work in 5 hours.. before I can say anything she says those words I was hoping to hear “let’s get out of here” my heart skips a beat and looks like I’m calling out for work. The walk to my apartment is nice, she holds on to my arm , the sound of her heals on the street slowly and even more seductive as we get closer to my place. My cock is rock hard at this point and I’m precumming for sure as I feel wet in my underwear..we get close the front door of my apartment again it was almost as she has a mind reading power or is just super perceptive. She reaches down and runs her hand up my pant leg and they grabs my shaft through my pants and strokes it, “I’m in town for one more day and I want to fuck you before I leave, your the most interesting handsome man I’ve met here in this town, and I want you” as if my cock couldn’t get any harder. I unlock the front door and lead her inside.

As I put my keys on the coffee table she pushes me on to my couch. She kneels down with her elbows spreads my knees open wide so she has access between my legs. She unbuckles my belt and lowers my zipper, I’m so hard my dick instantly pops out through the front opening of my boxer briefs. “Ooooo, that’s a big boy” she says with excitement and pleasure as she is definitely impressed by my size. She strokes my hard throbbing cock down the shaft a couple of times before she takes me into her mouth, soft lips and the warmth of her mouth as she strokes my shaft up and down slowly and steady driving me crazy I don’t know how I have not came already but she was controlling it. “Don’t cum yet” she says and I’m her slave at that point her sex slave. She takes off the rest of her clothes and I get up to take the rest of my clothes off as well, as she undos her break I come up from behind her and help her take it off, I put my hands over her breasts , very busty and all natural. We then move into my bedroom, we start with some sucking and licking of places on our body, which just elevates the sexual tension, I start by putting my tongue between her beautiful legs, but not after I suck her toes because I have a foot fetish. I flick my tongue slowly on her clit as I put my two fingers inside her and one in her ass.

That drove her wild as she let out a moans so loud i was sure we would get a noise complaint, I then turn her over exposing her asshole and clit, I grab her by the buttocks and stick my tongue in asshole, flick tongue in and out as I rub her clit.. she is very wet so wet she almost came and the I told her the same thing she told me “don’t you cum yet” she turns around and tells me to lay down on my back, she slides on to my cock and the wetness and warmth of her pussy drives me nuts as she moves her pelvis back and forth slowly and first but then starts ridding faster and faster and she digs her nails into my chest. She stops and says “no not yet, I want it from behind” so I do as I’m told, I turn her around and drive my big cock behind her into her very moist opening and it’s like butter she is so wet. Thrusting deeply I don’t know if I can hold it any longer and again almost like she read my mind she says “before you cum put in my ass” This is becoming the perfect night. I take my cock out of her every so moist pussy, and slowly insert into to her beautiful bleached asshole, someone really takes good care of her grooming, as my cock goes in her gaping opening it feels warm and almost a little tight the sensation is increased by ten and my cock is going to explode as I go in and out of her ass.. she’s rubbing her clit as I do this and then a very thunderous orgasm is let out by her and I’m right behind her… no pun intended. Thrusting in and out of her beautiful perfect ass, I give it a few slaps and then as I’m cumming she tells me to stay inside and like a nuclear bomb the mushroom cloud of my load explodes inside her and out some out of her asshole as I take my cock out.

As we clean ourselves up.. we meet each other in my bathroom in the shower. As we both stand inside the shower, the warm water dripping in our faces , she puts her arms around and whispers in my ear, “thank you for this Perfect night” I smile at her and then I ask “ready for part of the this perfect night”

?The End?

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creativekat · 3 years

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Crash Into Me

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x NG!Reader

Gif by @pcdrospascals

Word Count: 1,008

Rating: G

Warnings: There’s angst and a little bit of yearning kept under wraps. But, nothing naughty.

A/N: This is for @thecrossbowkillerr who requested “Marcus helps the reader with an anxiety attack”. I hope you like it! I enjoyed writing it for you! Much thanks to my lovely mutual and best friend @the-purity-pen for beta reading this for me!

It was only a training exercise. There was no real danger, nobody would really die if you messed up. And yet… and yet, here you stood paralyzed with all the thoughts of how things could go wrong. Even if nobody died, people could get injured right? You looked to your left and right. Your fellow trainees were individually doing their own things, hyping themselves up for the attack, virtual as it may be.

You heard the sound of the program starting, the familiar buzz followed by the hum of electricity as familiar to you as your own heartbeat. You heard it before any of the others, your super hearing alerting you to the beginning of the exercise before anyone else. You opened your mouth to alert them, but the words stuck in your throat, coming out as a weak squeaking sound. A mouse would have sounded more brave and powerful.

In addition to your super hearing you had the ability to jump and climb things. You were very cat-like in your abilities. The problem was you also seemed to have the skittishness of a cat. And just then, it caused you to freeze, incapable of any action at all.

A digitally depicted robot appeared before you, rendered in 3D and looking very real. Your eyes widened as it approached, raising its arm to propel a laser beam at you. If this were real life the laser would likely cut you in two. You knew you should jump, you could feel the strength in your thighs and calves, burning in anticipation of the maneuver. But, no movement came. The burning moved to your heart, lungs, and throat instead.

You could hear your teammates shouting, reacting, but you stood there. The robotic arm raised in front of you and you watched as a blue beam of concentrated light emitted from the end of the arm and pierced your heart. Or it would have, had it been a real robot with a real laser.

You looked down to where the blue light shone on your fitted black shirt. Still you couldn’t force your body into action. You began to tremble, your breathing coming in small, swift bursts. You stared at the beam of light, unable to pull your gaze away, unable to do anything other than focus on the thing that would kill you. If this were real.

Suddenly the light was gone and you heard a voice, “Shhhh… it’s okay, just focus on my voice. Breathe in, slowly, through your nose and out through your mouth.” You felt a pair of arms come around you from behind, willing you to relax and at that moment, your legs finally gave out.

Marcus Moreno, lowered you gently to the soft, carpeting of the training room, his knees on either side of you as you collapsed against him. You had been so absorbed in your anxiety and fear of the unknown that you hadn’t even realized the training session was over until now. Your eyes flicker from one side of the room to the other and realize with embarrassment that your classmates had exited the room while you’d still be standing still, frozen.

You began to become more aware of your surroundings. The soft murmuring of Marcus’ voice in your ear broke through the crashing sound of your heartbeat in your sensitive ears. The warmth of his hands as they rubbed up and down the length of your bare arms. The hard plane of his muscled chest against your own back. The wetness on your face from tears you didn’t realize you’d shed.

Humiliation crept in to replace the debilitating anxiety and panic you’d felt moments ago. You leaned forward, your hands coming up to cup your own face. “Oh No…. no no no no….”

Marcus moved around you to take your hands in his, pulling them gently away from your face, “Look at me. Come on, look at me.”

Hesitantly, you looked up finding his dark eyes staring tenderly back at you, “Why are you so upset?”

You explained to him what happened adding that you are mortified that the others saw you like that. In response, Marcus smiled at you, shaking his head, “Do you think you’re the only person who’s ever frozen like that? My first training session, I was so nervous, I hit myself in the face with a metal baseball bat instead of catching it.”

This made you chuckle slightly, but you still weren’t feeling better, “I feel like this all the time.” The admission came as a surprise to you. You hadn’t told anyone that you felt out of your league since you started your Heroics Training Program. Even before you’d set foot in the training room today, you’d felt as if you weren’t good enough. You’d always felt like you were too much for other people. Like they merely tolerated your presence. You had powers, true, but that didn’t mean people had to like you.

You didn’t realize you’d said that last part out loud until Marcus replied, “I like you. What’s not to like? You’re smart, you’re funny…” It sounded as if he wanted to say more but stopped himself which made you curious. You considered asking him to continue but thought better of it. If he wanted to tell you something, he would. If you pushed you were just being annoying and you didn’t want that.

“What do you say, you let me help you up and we go get some lunch?” He pushed himself to his feet and held his hand out to you. You stared at it for a moment and then finally took it, allowing him to pull you up. The two of you stood like that for a moment, hands clasped between your bodies. You could hear the way his heart was racing and the sudden intake of his breath. It seemed to match your own.

Finally, with a sigh, you let go and softly whispered your thanks. Marcus smiled down at you and whispered back, “It was my pleasure.”

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kewltie · 4 years

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im entertaining a pro baseball au with bkdk on rival teams (one a former champ and the other a new powerhouse who had arrived on the field), set up by the media as each other's nemesis, until izuku got traded to katsuki's team and now they're force to work together and win a champ with this riff raff baseball team that had never gotten very far.

they're childhood friends. izuku grew up in katsuki's shadow—who is hailed as a prodigy, a one of a kind pitcher that come only every few gens but katsuki worked super hard to get where he is. izuku is actual the real genius but it's overshadowed by his insecurities and lack of confidence . so while katsuki shines ever brightly in the spotlight, he never forget that izuku is the only one to hit his fastest pitch and he got a mind like a machine that steer katsuki's pitching right into in glove every time because worse than getting a hit off Katsuki's pitch, he's a catcher who make katsuki feels invincible. Undefeated.

in their younger years they were a battery pair that dominated the lil league until Katsuki's warped superiority/inferiority complex broke them up because he was terrified that izuku would outshine him one day, ppl would start to see Izuku's brilliance, and that he wont need katsuki anymore. he left izuku for the bigger and better stage while izuku floundered helplessly wit out him thinking he wasnt good enough for katsuki. he dreams of being in the pro league with kacchan; it was both of their dreams to follow their idol--All Might, the no. 1 baseball player in Japan—to the biggest stage of their life. they were supposed to go pro together but katsuki went first and then racked up champions and champions with an all-star team as their starting pitcher, while izuku watched katsuki shut down the other team from his couch.

he thought that should have been him out there with kacchan so he trained everyday, dumping all his money into those batting cages because even if he got no team izuku still dreams. If he can’t have katsuki as his pitcher than he’ll do the next best thing, face against him as a batter. Changing position is not an easy choice to make, while izuku may be genius (though you wouldn’t know it by the way he’s shyly steps up to the plate) but even better than that he’s a hardworker. it's there that all might found him, discovered this diamond in the rough and took him under his wings because izuku was always meant something bigger than this cage. with all might's help izuku gets better enough to be scouted in an mid level pro team and it's there he get to stand on the same stage as katsuki even if they're on diff teams. katsuki's team may be a championship team with all its accolades so far but izuku is izuku. he's always beaten the odds; it's in him.

the 1st season izuku entered the pro, his team finally made it into the playoffs in many years but was knocked out by 1st seed team--Katsuki's team. it was a bitter feeling but to stare katsuki down on the pitch and getting a hit off of him like back in the old days felt amazingly good. katsuki had won against izuku and his team but it wasnt a total shut out either. in the last game izuku managed to to hit 2 home run off of katsuki's fastball and that's 2 too many. izuku is terribly awkward and shy in front of the media but when he step on that plate--he's mean and vicious. Eyes on the prize and the gauntlet is thrown. To chase a victory is in his blood as much as katsuki’s.

katsuki may have won but he felt like he lost the fucking war because izuku is here in front of him now and he cant get rid of him even if he want to. they were bound by some fucked up twisted fate that kept them tied together and meet like this once more. with that 1 series, izuku secured his place as katsuki's rival as the only handful of batters who can get a homerun on katsuki. in the next season, izuku made the playoffs again and lost to katsuki AGAIN but this time it was a hard fought fight that could go either way as the entire nation watched with bated breath. izuku and katsuki's team clashing was the most hype series in the playoffs even more than the grand finals. even their regular season games were watched by so many ppl. they were both stars of the their respective teams and they have a history so THE MEDIA ATE IT UP.

in izuku 3rd season, at the playoff once more he finally at last knocked katsuki off his perched in front of a stunned crowd and a glowering katsuki. they would eventually go to win the championship but nobody can forget that rainy long day when katsuki and izuku met up against each other on the field that last so long it felt like an entire year had passed between them. the grand finals was great between izuku’s team and another ace but it was the bitter, hard fought semi-finals battle between katsuki and izuku’s team that was etched into everyone’s memory.

that lost cut katsuki deeply. it was his first time not making it to the finals and to see izuku winning it all was such a bitter feeling. he started to slipped as his obsession with beating izuku grew. his pitching became erratic and uncontrollable. his pitching staff and catcher doesnt know how to fix him. it all came to a head when he had to face izuku again in the regular season and ofc izuku knew right away something was off with him. katsuki's team lost that match up and after the game, izuku reached out with concern.

"it's your shoulder isnt it?" he asked as though he didn't already know.

katsuki rebuked him right away, but it burned in him that even with all these ppl surrounding him it's only izuku who noticed that his shoulder was the source of the problem. izuku knew him better than anyone even now. katsuki eventually had to tell the staff that he blew his shoulder in the offseason while training and it didnt heal right. so he was benched to recover but even when he did... it was like he wasnt ever the same again. his pitching was off, lacking its usual explosive speed and power.

his team started to use him less and less and they didnt even make it to the payoffs in DECADES. the loyal and fanatic fanbase turned against their star even tho it wasnt Katsuki's fault, pushing to trade him out for a better, newer, and younger pitcher as though there were anyone better than him but katsuki was considered old news and izuku was the new face of the league as he won a back to back championship and mvp title. so katsuki himself pushed to be traded off to another team so he can start over and prove to his doubters than be can reach to the top with ANY TEAM.

they send him to the bottom of the league--U.A. a team of troublemaker players who are all talented but eccentric enough that they cant fit anywhere else. with this new team who finds katsuki's abrasiveness interesting rather than annoyance or something they have to put up with, they start to make a sort of family out of these misfits and katsuki slowly learns to rely on his teammates and not take on the world just by himself because he may stand alone on that mound but his team got his back to make sure he would never fall. they're good for him and hes good for them!!

though they still have much to learn about each other, but they managed to beat some of the top teams in the regular season with their sheer guts. even tho they didnt make it to the playoffs this season, katsuki didnt feel bitter at all he knows there's a next year and a next year. There’s hope still for them. they’re growing and improving with each win/loss. Losing DOESN’T FEEL LIKE A PERSONAL BETRAYAL ANYMORE. It’s a measure of one’s growth.

Izuku's team consistently outperformed everyone now that katsuki isnt posed as his rival because he's in a diff league (west vs east) now so they rarely meet up in the regular season but izuku misses that edge, that feeling of being cut by Katsuki's fastball, and to stand on same the field with katsuki but more than anything he wants catch Katsuki's pitch, to be a battery again with KATSUKI so TO THE SHOCK OF THE ENTIRE WORLD izuku didnt renew his contract with his 3x championship team but chose to sign up with U.A. at a heavily discounted price because he wants to win WITH katsuki!!

the thing is he'd been following katsuki all his life. katsuki was the one who taught him baseball, followed him into the lil league, middle school, high school, the pro, and then followed in his footsteps to take the champ, so it should be no surprise that he would eventually follow katsuki to his new team.

"aren't you tired of being in bakugou's shadow?" his general manager asks. "dont you want to stand separate from him? with us you can go so far, midoriya."

izuku shakes his head. "im not in katsuki's shadow. he's paving the way and telling me to hurry up and come to him."

it's always the case with them. katsuki runs and izuku gives chase, but somewhere along the way they both have to stop. U.A. is that destination and the day izuku arrives on u.a.'s homestand he feels it in air--the electricity, the tension, and new beginning.

katsuki's eyes are wide as he spots izuku standing on the field of his team. anger and bitterness flickers hot and heavy in his chest. he storms over to izuku and demands to know wtf is he doing here DOESN'T HE KNOW THIS IS KATSUKI'S TEAM? but izuku just smile, sweet and soft.

"i'm here to be your new catcher," izuku informs him, rocking happily back and forth on his heels.

katsuki bristles. "not happening," he hisses.

Izuku raises his brow. "why dont you try me out first then." he quirks the corner of his lips up in amusement. "or are you afraid?"

katsuki eyes narrow because izuku knows him. KNOWS WHERE AND HOW TO PUSH THEM. it's like back in the playoffs again when they're facing each other. katsuki can read him just as easily izuku can too and it made their battle exhilarating, like dancing on the edge of a blade but sometimes he wonder what if it would be like not to have izuku's blade pointed at him but have him at his back instead. he should know because they were that once. together as one and it was a pairing unlike any other. no other catcher clicked the way izuku had and to have that again.

Katsuki grits his his teeth and nods. "get your gear," he says, "and i'll show you who is the one you should be afraid of."

izuku is an excellent batter. strong grip, good shoulder and arm, and there's power behind his swing, but he's an even better catcher.

he got good eyes to see ppl's move before they even do it. it's how he was able to shut down other pitchers as a batter because he read them all like a book, spending hours going over their specialize pitches and habits but he has never find a pitcher that pitch the way he wants them to. only katsuki gives it to him because katsuki holds no barred when he throw, he puts everything on the line and izuku wants that. he earnestly wants to receive all of katsuki's feelings. like he had in their past. izuku steps back as he watches katsuki gets on the mound.

it feels so right to crouch down, his gloved hand forward to receive katsuki's balls, and the fire of katsuki's eyes on him the entire time.

"give me everything you got. your best yet," he orders over the field.

katsuki snarls. "shut the fuck up," he says, and throws.

the balls slide right into izuku's glove like the turn of a key, the fit of a jigsaw puzzle, like a pitcher and their catcher. perfect just like izuku's imagine it to be. the impact of it knocks izuku back but the ball is right in his glove. right where izuku wants him to throw.

izuku gets up and throws his gear to the ground as he races up toward the mound. he laughs because THIS FEELS GOOD, BETTER THEN WINNING THE CHAMPIONSHIP ALONE BECAUSE NOW THEY'RE GOING TO WIN THIS TOGETHER AND HE KNOWS IT. CAN SEE IT IN KATSUKI'S PITCH, CAN FEEL IT THE BALL IN HIS GLOVE

"that was beautiful kacchan! i knew you can do it because with you here with me, we can do anything, even conquer this entire world," he declares with a certainty that startles even katsuki. he's grinning so wide and proud like katsuki's pitch was made for him and--

katsuki reaches out and pulls him into a forceful kiss because he looks so beautiful it hurts to watch, because in the end it was always about them. deku. Izuku. he has been waiting for a long, long time for izuku to get here. to stand on the same field as him and to have izuku catch his pitch. even when they fought each other in the regular seasons and the playoffs, where one side always win and the other always lose, he thought one day they would both share the same fate, same side and katsuki and izuku will taste victory together. they can, and now they will.

#bakudeku #not!fic #baseball au

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