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adarafaelbarba · 4 years

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Hey hey hey! Can you do a Jay Halstead imagine where reader is pregnant and he spends his evening talking to his kid while his wife sleeps?

Pairing: Jay Halstead x wife!reader

Fandom: Chicago PD

Requested: yes

Request: «Jay halstead with list of drable prompts 29 and 37 ,please . Thanks ❤» -fofisstilinski and «Hey hey hey! Can you do a Jay Halstead imagine where reader is pregnant and he spends his evening talking to his kid while his wife sleeps?» -Anon

A/N: Prompts: 29 - “How is my wife more badass than me?” & 37 - “Welcome to fatherhood.” Putting these two prompts together since they fit 🥰 -Karen (changed 29 up a little bit! 🙈 sorry)

MASTERLIST!

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It hadn’t taken long after you and Jay got married before you found out you were expecting your first child together. At first you had gotten worried. You wanted kids of course, but you hadn’t really talked to Jay about it, and you knew he could be a bit reserved about it, seeing as he didn’t have the best role model when it came to a father. And not to mention the night terrors that still plagued him after he came back from war. None the less, you would make it work, one way or another.

…

You had planned it all down to the T. Getting your dog, Alfie, a bandana to hang around his neck which said «big brother» as well as a pair of baby shoes. It was perfect!

Grabbing Alfie’s leash you put it on him, adjusting the collar. «Ready to go bud?» you said, putting the bag containing the baby shoes, in your larger bag. What better way to tell your husband, than to tell him while he was surrounded by people he cared about. You had even called in his brother Will to meet you there.

Will was the reason you met Jay. And thank God you did! Your life had been changed for the better in the years you had known your husband. It had been during your first day at Med. Jay had come in to talk to a victim that had come in. It just so happened to be you and Will treating the patient when he ran in. And well, the rest is as they say, history.

«Will! Thanks for meeting me», you said, hugging your colleague and brother-in-law. «Hey (Y/N). Yeah of course, you said it was important I’d be here», he responded, hugging you back. «Wait! Are you?!» he asked, this time looking at you with a shocked expression on his face. «Can—can you at least act surprised when I tell Jay and the others?» you pleaded, looking at Will. «Yeah I can do that», he said with a smile.

Entering the precinct you nervously approached Trudy who was standing at the front desk. «Hey (Y/N), Dr. Halstead. What brings you tw—three here?» she asked, noticing Alfie. «Here to see Jay. Can you ring us up?» you asked in return, giving the desk sergeant a warm smile. «Yeah, okay, come on.» She could never say no to you, and today that came especially in handy.

«Chuckles! Someone’s here to see you!» Trudy called out, catching everyones attention. «Hey, that’s still detective Chuckles to you!» Jay said all serious before spotting you, Alfie and Will.

«Baby are you okay?» Jay asked, approaching us. «Yeah, totally fine», you said, kissing your husband. «Looking to his brother in hopes of some answers, Jay was stopped when Alfie, always craving attention, jumped up on his back legs, resting his front paws on Jay. That always got yours and Jay’s attention, and today was no different. «Hey bud. Did you get a new bandana?» Jay said, looking at the grey fabric. «Big—wait! Are you pregnant?!» he suddenly exclaimed, looking from Alfie to you. «Yeah, yeah I am», you said, a broad smile plastered on your face. «I’m gonna be a dad?!» you nodded at this, letting Jay pull you in for a massive hug. «Oh my god!» he cried out, pulling apart to look at you.

After about a dozen more hugs and kisses, the others took turn hugging you while also congratulating you both on the happy news. «We’re all really happy for you both!» Voight stated, gifting you both a smile. «Thank you Hank», you replied, giving him another hug.

«We should get going (Y/N), shift starts in 30 minutes, and you have to drop Alfie off back home», Will commented, getting a short nod from you.

«Yeah. I’ll see you after shift. Be safe okay?», you said, looking at Jay. «Yeah, you too. I love you», he murmured, pulling you in for a soft kiss. «Love you too», you responded, kissing him again.

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A few hours later, you were about to finish up with a patient when paramedics rushed through the doors, followed by police, Jay being one of them. «Baby what happened?» you asked, running over. «This idiot though it would be smart to shoot at paramedics trying to save his friend’s life», Jay grumbled, the man in question, who was currently on the gurney, tried to speak up, but you shut him up by simply stating, «If I were you I would shut up before running my mouth and being left to bleed out in an alleyway, but that might just be me!» That made everyone look at you. «Damn baby, you’re badass! I love it.» Jay whistled.

«We’ve got it from here detectives», Dr. Choi spoke up, joining the group. «Let’s get him to surgery. We’ll let you know when he’s out so you can cuff him», you added, helping the others lifting the suspect over on a bed. «Lets go!»

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You had been tasked with informing the detectives waiting on updates. «Kev, Jay! He’s out of surgery, in ICU for now. You can see him, but he won’t be awake for another couple of hours», you said, smiling at the two. «Thank you babe», Jay murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips before kneeling in front of you to press a kiss to your still flat stomach.

«You two will be great parents!» Kevin commented, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head. «Thank you Kev», you said, hugging him.

…

You hadn’t noticed it at first, seeing as you always fell asleep before Jay, but one night you had woken up by Jay’s hand on your bump while he spoke softly to the baby. «You’re going to be so loved my little angel. Your mom and I love you so much, and we can’t wait to meet you», he murmured, pressing a small kiss to the side of your ever growing bump. You didn’t want to ruin the moment, so you just laid there with your eyes closed and a wide smile on your lips as your husband’s voice lulled you back to sleep. This antic that Jay had started would continue until your son was born.

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Alexander Halstead was born a stormy autumn night. Your water had broken while you were home alone. Jay had been called in that day after the team had a breakthrough in the case they were working. He had been reluctant to leave you, too worried that something would happen to you while he was gone, but you assured him you would be fine, and his brother wouldn’t be too far away should she need someone to drive you.

«He’s so beautiful.» Jay was trying his best not to cry as he held his son. «He looks just like his daddy», you commented, smiling up at him.

«Hey, can I come in?» Looking over you smiled as you saw Voight standing in the doorway to your room. «Of course, come on in Hank», you said. «How are you feeling?» he asked, keeping his focus on you. «Tired, but happy.» he laughed at that, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead.

«Welcome to fatherhood Jay. These will be the best years of your life, in many different ways», Voight said, looking to your husband. «Thank you Sarge», Jay said, smiling at his boss. «Want to hold him?» at this Voight nodded, putting the gift bag down on the end of the bed as he held out his arms, letting Jay put little Alexander down in his arms. «I hate to admit it, but he looks just like you», the older man said, looking at Jay before laughing, prompting you a laughter from you and Jay.

#jay halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead one shot #jay halstead x reader #one Chicago one shot #one chicago x reader #one chicago imagine #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd one shot #chicago pd x reader

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forsakenoathkeeper · 3 years

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I Am Alive (chapter 17/?)

Chapter 17: The Bridge

Deviant!Connor[RK800] x (fem!)Reader Rated M(18+) for canon-typical violence and gore, medical procedures, and graphic sexual content

Chapters: 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11 • 12 • 13 • 14 • 15 • 16 • 17 • more coming soon

You can also read on AO3 & thank you for supporting me ♥

The following morning, after waddling out of bed to use the restroom, you returned to see Connor waiting for you, flat on his back, arms spread invitingly, eyes looking suspiciously drowsy, despite the obvious fact that he had no need for sleep. You could have laughed at the innocent, adoring look in his eyes, if he wasn't naked and if last night's events had not occurred.

You crawled back into bed, nuzzled your cheek into the divot right beneath his clavicle, and tangled your legs, humming with delight when he pulled the blankets back over you and wrapped his arms around your back, smothering you in the warmth you had created together throughout the night.

"The weather has been warming up," he commented into your hair.

"Mhm," you agreed tiredly.

"I'm tasked with walking Sumo today," he continued quietly.

"Mhm," you hummed again.

"If you would like to accompany me again, I was thinking we could go to that park you told me about: the one you loved when you were a child..."

You leaned back to look up into his eyes, surprised he had remembered that; Connor was an android, so of course he did. But, still... Just because he remembered something didn't mean he had to designate it as important.

"It's a bit of a drive from Hank's place," you commented quietly, peering up to catch his magnificent, brown eyes.

"I don't think Sumo would mind," Connor replied sincerely.

You laughed softly, laying your head back on his chest. His fingers found the perfect place in your lower back to rest and he relaxed against you. Even though he wasn't tired at all, he understood how much you valued sleeping in on your off days, and decided to give you just a few more minutes.

Besides, if he was being honest, he was enjoying this.

...

Connor drove while you sat in the backseat with Sumo, one hand on the leash and the other on his back to keep him calm. You stared out the window, feeling like a kid again as you relived a drive from a long time ago. Connor had, unintentionally, taken the same route, likely because his GPS informed him it was the most efficient.

You passed all sorts of familiar places: a school that still had the ridiculously hideous orange paint job, a bank that never finished repairing the north brick wall, and a tree in someone's front yard that had grown at a strange angle.

Back then, it was too far of a drive to take often. It was an occasional treat that your grandmother would bring you when she was in a good mood. Hank had taken you and Cole here once or twice for a holiday themed festival.

When Connor pulled into a parking spot, you were amazed to find the place hadn't changed much at all.

There was a lake in the center of the park with a massive bridge that swept over the narrowest point, connecting seamlessly with a path that circled around the park in winding roads. The water was shimmering blue, lily pads along the edges of the water beneath the bridge. Beautiful, towering trees and flowering bushes lined the walkways. There was lush green grass throughout the grounds, and not a weed in sight.

You couldn't help but wonder who maintained the park these days. It was no secret that androids had almost exclusively taken over landscaping jobs in recent years. That would have come to an end with the revolution. Yet, somebody was still taking care of the place.

Connor approached the back door hastily when you stepped out. You were still holding tightly onto Sumo's collar, keeping a close eye on him when he hopped at the car, drooling excitedly.

"I don't think this park is safe for you," Connor warned you sharply.

You looked up at him with a startle, wondering what it was that had worried him.

"I have detected a pollen in the air that you are allergic to. I fear the consequences on your respiratory systems," he explained hastily, looking deadly serious and concerned.

Your worried expression faltered and you coughed out a laugh. "Almost everyone in the world has hay fever, Connor," you explained with a smile. The android's harsh expression didn't immediately dissipate; however, he did appear confused by how lightly you took the situation.

"Come on. Don't worry. All that's gonna happen is some sniffling and sneezing," you insisted, excitedly taking hold of his hand. "I can handle some pollen."

The android was stiff for a second, likely reevaluating his findings on pollen allergies. ‘Sniffling and sneezing’, as you had put it, didn’t seem to be a particularly harmful side effect to air born allergies.

"If you are certain," he replied, seemingly put at ease by your explanation.

Connor took the leash from your other hand and directed Sumo to the path ahead. The vehicle locked with an assuring beep as you walked away and he tucked the keys into his pants pocket.

The android found himself feeling oddly proud of the look you were wearing. Your touch on his hand had loosened as you took in the sights, feeling overwhelmed by nostalgia.

"I'm so glad you suggested this," you breathed as you approached the bridge.

You let go of Connor's hand and started trotting to get a head start. He was patient and let Sumo set the pace before eventually joining you at the highest point on the bridge, the top of the curve, and the very center. You leaned against the railing and looked over into the water.

Last time you were here, you were too small to see over the edge. Now, you easily could look into the shimmering waters below. Sumo came to a halt, as well, and stuck his face through the railing to look below. Connor would have been worried about the dog trying to jump; luckily, he was too wide to fit even if he tried.

The bridge creaked quietly beneath your feet with each step. Connor joined your side and leaned against the railing. The water beneath was almost perfectly clear. He could see a swarm of colorful fish frolicking, splashing about, clearly hoping that you were going to provide them with food.

The sun was poking out of the pale white clouds above, providing some warmth against the slight chill in the breeze. The trees rattled softly, leaves making a beautiful symphony. Some children were playing soccer in the field on the other side of the lake, laughing joyously. Some older ladies were sitting at a bench, reading together in silence. Couples were jogging together along the trails.

He felt more at peace with the world than he had in a long time.

Connor shifted his eyes away from the ambiance and took in your face. You looked as blissful as he felt, staring blindly ahead, the wind brushing through your hair and the sun's warmth tinting your cheeks pink. You took in a deep breath, as if it was the most delicious thing you had ever tasted.

"I love you," Connor said, so softly that you briefly considered that you had hallucinated.

Startled, your head whipped over to look at him. The look in his eyes, the burning adoration as the sun shimmered in his brown orbs, told you that you hadn't imagined his words.

"I wanted to tell you the night that you learned my manufactured purpose," he confessed with a soft smile. "But, I was afraid you wouldn't think it was sincere." You stared at him, eyes stinging and lips parted. "I'm not certain that I know what love is. But, I'm certain it is what I feel for you."

The soft look in the android's eyes morphed into concern when he saw a tear cascade down your cheek. You hastily lifted a hand to wipe it away, sniffling.

"I was supposed to say it first," you teased, trying to ease the emotions bubbling up. You dragged your sleeves across your face, trying to catch the tears as they fell.

"I love you, too," you whimpered, looking up at him with tear-stained eyes.

You felt something big and wet smear against the side of your knee and looked down to see Sumo nudging you with his nose. You huffed out a pathetic laugh. "I'm okay, Sumo."

Connor looked grateful when you looked back up at him, as if he hadn't anticipated you to reciprocate.

"I love you so much, Connor," you proclaimed, sniffling as you tried to hold back tears. You wiped your face hastily when more droplets began to fall.

"Please, don't cry," the android said, almost sadly, stepping in so close that he had to crane his neck to look down at you.

You doubted that he was aware that the face he was wearing was making it nearly impossible to stop crying. He looked so helplessly in love, and that face was looking at you - his brown eyes staring at you, that LED shining stunning gold as he worried about you.

All you could do was wonder what you had done to deserve such a thing - the love and adoration of this android, of this being you held in such high regard. He couldn’t have been more perfect if he tried.

"I'll cry if I want to," you huffed, hoping some attitude would calm you down.

Connor's forehead nuzzled against your temple. "I love you," he said again, and you recognized that tone as one of disobedience. Once, he believed that androids - machines - couldn't feel anything, couldn't want anything. That extended to himself, to what he thought were his own limitations. Yet, in that moment, Connor was strangely pleased that his confession had brought you to tears.

"Connor," you whimpered, scoldingly.

He didn't want you to be sad, to hurt, to suffer; but, these were tears of happiness. They were strangely beautiful, that you could feel so strongly for him. For whereas you saw Connor in a bright light that shined above all others, he saw himself as just another living being in the world, one of millions of androids.

-and, somehow, he found you before anyone else could.

"I love you," he said again, uttering the words against your cheek proudly.

You smacked a hand against his chest harmlessly, huffing, "I love you more."

"That's statistically impossible," he replied softly, apparent tease in his tone. "I assure you, my affections are stronger."

He smirked when you started grinning at him. "I will fight you, android," you huffed pathetically, laughing and crying at the same time.

"You don’t stand a chance against me," Connor teased quietly.

His free hand caressed your cheek and you felt his thumb brush along your skin, smearing tears. "I’ll show you," you retorted softly, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to will yourself to stop crying.

You felt his lips fall onto your forehead, the stubble on his chin prickly against your skin. For a second, you let yourself get lost in the moment, and felt his words repeat, echoing inside your head. It felt like you were living a dream, and you never wanted to wake up.

When you heard a distinctive tapping sound beneath you, you looked down to see Sumo had started walking away, his nails clicking against the wood of the bridge. Connor leaned away from you when he felt the leash tug on his hand. You flashed him a smile and then started following after the saint bernard, glancing at the android over your shoulder.

He followed without hesitation, stepping in so close that his shoulder smacked against yours. You met halfway, hand clasped tight and fingers interlacing, a gesture that had become natural. The moment hadn't faded, but your desire to cry subsided. Connor's hand felt warm and all you could think about was what wonderful things were to come.

"On our way back to Hank's place, let's get takeout," you said, changing the subject. "That man can't use chopsticks and that's simply a crime."

"Nothing that some positive reinforcement can't fix," Connor agreed.

#connor x reader #deviant connor x reader #dbh fanfic #rk800 x reader #rk800 smut #connor smut

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tsukidrama · 2 years

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to my darling j anon:

(putting this under a readmore because it's emotional and sappy and i'm embarrassed) 😩

first of all i am so sorry to leave you hanging for a few days. i just really needed time to make sure this response is good enough, and sometimes i have to do this thing where i go through all 5 stages of grief before i can put my feelings into words properly.

thank you so incredibly much for your birthday message. seriously, thank you. your message made me full-on cry when i read it, happy and sad tears. you're so amazing and so sweet to me. i really hope you know how important you've become to me over these past few months.

the fact that you remember so many things that i've said about her in the past 🥺 like the fact that she's a thoughtful gift-giver. i completely agree about the cake -- she could absolutely NOT do it on her own. small tangent but i can't stop imagining Annie going to her dad for help since at least in TRNT he's the only one there to ask, and he says yes because he wants to spend time with her. but he does NOT know what he's doing either. i don't think the cake would even make it into the oven. they give up after neither of them can figure out how to crack an egg without getting shell in the batter. Annie goes to buy a cake from a bakery instead.

the second half is where i start getting mad emotional - i know it's not that deep and i'm probably being dramatic (url :/ it's part of the package). but i'm crushed that you said you're leaving. i understand, i really do. tumblr can be overwhelming sometimes and completely dead at others. and then the attack on titan fandom all around fucking SUCKS -- there's a reason i detach and stay in my own little world. but i guess i keep thinking about how there are some people i really miss having in my life that i don't talk to anymore or who have died and how much i wished i could've spent my birthday with them, and i know you're still gonna check ao3 but i'm gonna miss being your friend so much 😣 you're leaving a massive j-shaped hole in my heart.

you're a little bit of a sneaky one too, like i genuinely have no clue who you are. sometimes when i get an anonymous message, there'll be a string of likes right next to the ask and i'll be like 'hmmm interesting coincidence' but i genuinely truly don't have a clue who you are? if i could figure out who you are i would've already sent you a private message.

i don't want to ask you to come off anon since i don't know your reasons for being anonymous in the first place, and if you're not comfortable then i'll never bring it up again. but i think i'd really regret not telling you how much i'll miss you and how much happiness you brought me.

your interest in the road not taken is one of the reasons that i've kept up with it. i love the story so much but i got really depressed last fall / winter and there were several times that i wanted to abandon the fic since it was such a heavy task. having somebody message me about trnt on a regular basis gave me so much, more than i can ever properly put into words. as the story expanded it has picked up more of a following but i wouldn't have gotten here if it wasn't for you.

you cared about the books they were reading and the awkward Papa interactions and the little things from the start. you asked questions nobody else besides my wife did. and having a friend who understands what i'm trying to do thematically that also cares about me as an author AND a person is so rare. you did so much for me j anon 😥 you helped me out of one of the darkest moments of my life and i don't think you know even know how much you mean to me. i should've said it more often because now i'm worried it's too late

i love you ok? i wish you the best in your life and i'll be manifesting good vibes to be sent your way. enjoy our girl in color and motion a little extra hard for me this sunday. and if this is goodbye for now, then please come back to me someday. you'll be missed. so much

#j anon #tsuki answers #dont read this i don't have feelings or emotions actually and i don't want to be perceived waaahhhh 😭

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creampuffqueen · 3 years

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Just Like This | Chapter One

Summary: Rayla and Callum have been best friends since elementary school. Now, years later, Rayla is discovering new feelings for her best friend. The only problem: she's about 99% sure he doesn't think of her in the same way. Not willing to risk their friendship, Rayla continues to hide her feelings for Callum. How long until the truth comes out?

a/n: Hey everyone! Here it is, the greatly anticipated Rayllum high school au! Please please please reblog this, because Tumblr won't show this post in the main tags due to an affiliate link! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 3372

Warnings: Language

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Sunday, September 30th, 2020

Katolis Supermarket, 5:31 PM

“Who wrote this list?” Rayla complained loudly, stalking behind Callum at the grocery store, shaking the piece of paper in his face. Her fellow sophomore was pushing a cart around, eternally focused on the task ahead.

“Well, Claudia suggested it, but everyone else added on,” Callum replied, not even looking at her. Stopping in the middle of the isle, he grabbed a 12-pack of soda and loaded it in the cart. “What’s next?”

Looking over the extensive list again, Rayla frowned. “Uh, it says… ‘those little animal cookie things with sprinkles, you know the ones’.”

Callum finally turned to look at her, a wide grin on his face as they both said “Soren,” in unison.

“Jinx,” Rayla giggled, “You owe me a soda.”

“Okay… just take one from the pack when we get home?”

Both teenagers continued through the store, Rayla getting bored of walking and hanging off the front of the cart, laughing as Callum made a big deal of struggling to push them around.

She supposed they should be hurrying. Evening was approaching quickly, and soon all their friends would be over at Callum’s place to study. Callum had dragged her off to the grocery store to get snacks for their cram session, considering she lived only a street over and had a car.

“We’re all going to be sick by the end of the night,” Rayla sighed, loading more snacks into the cart.

“Well, at least we’ll be awake,” Callum, ever cheerful, turned his head around to grin at her.

At his smile, Rayla felt her heart give a small wayward flutter, though she squished it down quickly. Tonight was important; she needed to pass this test to keep her grade up, and it wouldn’t help if she spent the entire night mulling over how cute her best friend’s smile looked.

“Yeah,” She chuckled, trying to pull herself back to the present. Keep it together, Rayla.

They got their unhealthy amount of junk food, collectively winced at the price, bought it anyway, and set about loading it in the backseat of Rayla’s car.

In no time at all Rayla was driving, Callum reclining in the passenger seat. With the radio cranked up, neither felt the need to talk, content to sit in the comfortable silence.

It was hard to believe that they’d been friends for eight years now. Rayla could still remember the first time they met like it was yesterday.

She was eight years old, in second grade, having just moved to a new school after her parents left on a military tour and she went to live with her uncles. Her first day of school had gone off without a hitch.

That is, until she met Callum at recess.

Content to play by herself, Rayla had been making use of the free time by pretending to build a fort under the slide. While pretending to hammer in nails, she noticed a small group of kids nearby. Two boys and a girl.

While she couldn’t make out all the words, the body language she saw was more than enough. The bigger boy, a head of blond hair, was pointing at the smaller, brown-haired boy, and laughing. The girl, black hair tied in two pigtail braids, was looking between them, unsure of what to do.

Curious eight-year-old Rayla snuck up, for she’d always been good at sneaking, and listened in on the conversation.

“Soren, shut up, he’s going to cry!” The girl said.

“Oh, so little Callum’s a crybaby now?” The boy, Soren, taunted.

“I’m not a crybaby, Soren!” The other boy shouted, though he couldn’t hide the sniffle at the end of his sentence.

“Oooh, Callum’s crying! Who’s gonna help him, his dad? Oh wait-”

Soren didn’t get to finish his sentence.

Well, she thought as she sat in the principal’s office twenty minutes later, Runaan will be happy to know that I’m learning something in my karate class.

All four kids were in the office, sitting in chairs in front of the desk. Callum and the other girl, Claudia, were both still sniffling from residual tears. Soren, fresh from the nurse’s office, was holding an ice pack over a rapidly blackening eye.

The door opened, and in came the principal, shaking her head with a sigh.

“You three again?”

“We didn’t do anything!” Soren shouted, voice whistling through the new gap in his teeth. Oh yeah, she’d knocked a tooth out as well. “She started it!”

“Well you were being really mean to that other kid!” Rayla protested. She and Soren glared at each other from their respective chairs, accusatory fingers pointed straight out.

“I wasn’t being mean, I was just joking!” Soren explained, “Callum’s my friend!”

“Well Soren, what you said was really mean-” Claudia interjected, but the boy, who Rayla had learned was her brother, interrupted.

“Callum, you know I was joking, right?”

“Well…” Soren’s face fell as Callum dropped his gaze to his lap. “It did kind of hurt my feelings, Soren…”

“Wait, you’re friends?” Rayla exclaimed, glancing curiously between both boys. “I thought he was bullying you! And my parents and uncles always said you have to stand up to bullies and-”

“I’m not a bully!” Soren shouted. Voices began to rise between them again, and the principal was forced to interject.

“All of you, quiet down. I’m going to talk with you each individually, and we’ll see what happens then. Callum, come with me. The rest of you: play nice.”

In the end, Rayla got suspended for two days for fighting, and Soren got one day for bullying. Despite the massive lecture Runaan and Ethari subjected her to, Rayla couldn’t help but feel like she’d done the right thing in the end.

When she returned to school, she was surprised to find Callum approach her at recess, a little paper bag clutched shyly in his hands.

“Sorry my friends and I got you in trouble,” He said, passing the bag to her. Opening it, Rayla’s face split into a huge grin at the sight of two tart-things waiting for her, filled with jelly.

“Soren’s usually pretty nice,” Callum continued, “But he doesn’t know when to stop talking. If you hadn’t stepped in, he would have said something mean without thinking, I’m sure. So you kind of helped both of us, in a way.”

“Oh. Well, you’re welcome, I guess. And thanks for the tarts.”

She was about to turn away and enjoy her spoils, but then Callum kept talking.

“Do you want to come play with us? Me and Claudia are pretending to do magic, and Soren’s a knight. You can do magic with us, if you want.”

Well, this game was certainly right up her alley. “I’ll play,” Rayla conceded, “But only if I get to be an elf.”

Callum grinned broadly, pointing to where the two siblings were playing. “Of course.”

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“The snacks are here!” Rayla called into the house, arms laden with shopping bags. Callum shut the door behind them, similarly burdened with the case of soda.

The pounding of feet sounded overhead, and several heads poked over the stairwell to glimpse the pair in the kitchen. “Finally!” Soren cheered, racing downstairs to try and rifle through the bags Rayla was carrying.

“Not yet, you lump,” Rayla scolded, pushing past the senior boy, “We’ve got to get upstairs at least.”

“Thanks for going to get snacks,” Claudia called, and her thanks was echoed by the other kids there. Callum and Rayla both shrugged, and made their way upstairs to the game room, where they’d all be studying.

Sitting on the various bean bag chairs and couches, the rest of the study group cheered when the food and drinks arrived. Andromeda, Callisto, Ram, Skor, and Marcos all leapt up to snatch the snacks they wanted. When everyone was sitting again, food in hand, Callum gave a dramatic clearing of his throat, turning all the heads in the room towards him.

“So, uh, thanks for coming over. Hopefully we can all actually get some studying done, since, you know, that’s what we’re here for.” He fixed a firm glance on the two couples in the room. “Ground rules: no making out in my house, don’t be super messy, and also please actually study. Soren, no idea what you’re doing here since you’ve already taken this history class, but okay.”

The older boy shrugged, taking a big gulp of his soda. “Moral support. A welcome distraction.”

Callum clapped his hands together once. “Okay then. I actually made a schedule for this, and if we follow it, we can cover all of the sections by… midnight, I think. 11 pm if we work really fast.”

“You made a schedule for studying?” Callisto asked in disbelief. Andromeda laughed, throwing an arm over her partner’s shoulder.

“Yes, I made a schedule for studying, I think it’s going to be very helpful!” Callum defended, crossing his arms over his chest. Even talking with the other two people, his green eyes somehow still managed to find Rayla’s.

She met his gaze, just for a second, heart pounding, before she looked away again. “Well, guys, if Callum wants to make a study schedule, good for him. Let’s just get started; I really need to pass this test.”

“Since when have you been worried about grades, Rayla?” Skor snorted, reclining in a beanbag chair, dumping spicy chips into his mouth.

“Since I’m in four extracurriculars and if I don’t pass, I don’t play.”

“Try-hard,” Soren coughed from his seat. Rayla just flashed him her middle finger, eliciting wild laughter from the rest of the room.

“Guys,” Callum whined, “I’m trying to be productive-”

“Okay, let’s start,” Claudia said, placing a gentle hand on Callum’s arm. It took everything Rayla had not to glare at the other girl, biting back the unwarranted flash of jealousy.

That’s all in the past. We figured it out.

Usually, she could forget just how close Callum was with Soren and Claudia. But then, something like this would happen, and she’d be reminded that before he met her, it was the siblings who were his best friends.

Having known them his whole life, it was no surprise that he’d developed a massive crush on Claudia in middle school. And he never shut up about it.

His confession at the end of seventh grade had very nearly torn their friend group to shreds. He wanted to ask her to the end of year dance, and when Claudia accepted he was ecstatic. Rayla had been happy for him, and just hoped that when they started dating, they wouldn’t be weird about it and make her and Soren uncomfortable.

But as it turned out, Claudia only thought of Callum as a friend. When she told him, Callum was crushed.

Rayla could still remember opening up her front door to see her best friend standing there, tears streaking down his face.

“Rayla, I just- I can’t believe how stupid I am-”

She pulled him into a fierce hug, and didn’t relinquish her grip on him until his mother came to pick him up. At school the next day, nobody could stop her wrath as she stalked up to Claudia and demanded answers.

“How could you?! You know how Callum feels about you, and you led him on anyway!” Rayla shouted.

“I didn’t want to hurt his feelings!” Claudia insisted, “And I do know how he feels and I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea-”

“No, I know what flirting looks like, and you led him on! He believed that you felt the same way!”

Claudia looked on the verge of tears, and some sick part of Rayla was glad for it. Let her feel bad for her actions, let her feel the same way Callum was feeling.

“Look, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone’s feelings. I just… I don’t see Callum in that way.”

“Then why’d you keep flirting with him?” Rayla’s voice was dangerously low. Their shouting match had attracted a small audience in the school cafeteria.

“I…” She was at a loss for words.

“You know what?” Rayla snapped, “Save it for someone who cares. Explain yourself to Callum, not me. It’s him who needs the apology.”

The next few weeks were tense. Hardly any of them spoke to each other. Even though Soren was in high school and had nothing to do with the drama, he still sided with his sister, like Rayla knew he would.

Things worked out. Slowly, but surely, they worked out. But not without a lot of tears from everyone involved, a lot of yelling, a lot of accusations. Things worked out.

But even after Claudia and Callum were on speaking terms again, he decided to ditch the dance. Rayla, who never was going in the first place, was more than happy to offer up her couch for a night of movie watching and junk food eating. And sure, Claudia’s Instagram photos were cute, but for Rayla, nothing could beat the fun she was having with her best friend, right here.

Rayla was pretty sure that was when she’d started to fall in love with him. Or, more accurately, when she realized that she already had fallen in love with him.

However, confessing your love to your best friend after a recent heartbreak seemed like a bad idea. So she kept it to herself.

Which, she supposed, was how she found herself here, three years later, still madly in love with her best friend who was none the wiser, getting jealous over a relationship she both knew was purely innocent and also she had no claim over anyway.

Cool, Rayla, very cool.

Shoving down her stupid feelings, Rayla listened as Callum went over his plan for the evening. Review through chapter 2, take a 15 minute break, review through chapter 4, continue pattern until they got through all the chapters they needed.

The plan was met with a loud groan of complaint from Soren’s end. “Callum, why are you even doing this? You literally have a photographic memory.”

“Well, you guys don’t, so really I’m helping all of you!”

“I mean…” Rayla snorted, “Soren does have a point. Why are you so worried about studying, Callum?”

The teenage boy scratched at his neck awkwardly. “Well, uh, it’s kind of embarrassing, but… I’ve only skimmed for answers this entire time. I need to actually read the passages to remember it.”

Rayla just rolled her eyes. “Callum. Everyone on earth just skims for answers. We know you’re all goody two-shoes, teacher’s pet, but chill. You’re going to be fine.”

“How are you so chill, Rayla?” Callum demanded, “Weren’t you just freaking out, like, two seconds ago? Hello, Miss I’m-in-every-sport-imaginable?”

“Changing the subject!” Rayla declared loudly, “Open up the textbook, Callum!”

~~~~

“Time check,” Ram moaned from where his face was pressed into one of the beanbag chairs, “How much longer?”

“We’re at-” Callum attempted to respond, but was cut off by a yawn.

“Chapter six?” Rayla asked, though she wasn’t too sure herself. All the words were beginning to jumble together on the pages. At some point her notecards had gotten mixed up, and random dates and events were scattered all over the room.

“No, the time,” Ram complained. The other boy sat up, brushing his shaggy white hair from his eyes. “What time is it? My curfew is 11:30.”

Callisto grabbed their phone and took a glance. “11:15.”

“Ok, let’s review,” Callum suggested. However, the entire room gave a loud groan of complaint.

“My brain is melting!” Soren cried, dramatically tossing his head into Marcos’s lap. His boyfriend rolled his eyes at his antics, though he threaded his fingers through the other boy’s blond hair.

“Soren, you don’t have to take this test tomorrow!” Claudia snapped, “Don’t start whining!” The girl looked almost ready to start pulling her hair out.

“Alright,” Andromeda sighed, “My mom’s calling; she’s probably here to pick me up. Thanks for this, Callum. If I find a quizlet I’ll send it in the groupchat, okay?”

“Yes!” Skor cheered, “Quizlet is my lifesaver!”

“Pass me some Doritos, Rayla,” Callum muttered in quiet defeat. Rayla hummed in agreement, grabbing the chip bag from the pile of snacks nearby. Her friend was so tired that he didn’t even complain when she took a couple for herself.

One by one, the room began to empty. Callisto’s dad came to pick them up, Ram agreed to drive Skor home, and Claudia, Soren, and Marcos piled into Soren’s little car to drive off into the night.

That just left Rayla. And Callum. Alone.

“Place is a mess,” Callum sighed, taking in all the damage. Although they’d started out pretty clean, as the night wore on everyone got lazier and started just piling the trash where they were sitting. Crumbs spilled over the carpet, and empty soda cans rolled about.

“Let me help clean,” Rayla offered, “I mean, some of the mess is mine.” She gestured to the notecards spilled everywhere. Her mind was a bit fuzzy from exhaustion, but she was pretty sure she and Soren had started throwing them at each other at one point.

“No, it’s fine-” Callum sputtered, but Rayla just rolled her eyes.

“Let me help. Then we can both go to bed and you won’t get in trouble for the mess.” She left no room for argument, and started gathering up all the garbage and stuffing it in the empty grocery bags.

They worked in companionable silence, just tidying up the room. Rayla knew his house well enough to know where everything went, and tossed out all the garbage and swept up the lingering crumbs. Soon enough, the room looked nearly spotless again.

“See, fast!” Rayla chuckled. She glanced at her phone. “Just in time, too. Runaan’s asking where I am.”

Callum surprised her with a sudden hug, catching her off guard for a moment before she returned it, trying to calm her fluttering heart.

It’s just a hug. Friends hug all the time, don’t get all excited.

“Thanks for coming,” Callum said, a tiny bit breathlessly, “I know you were worried about the test and I wanted to help, sorry it got kind of out of hand.”

“You… organized this all… for me?” Rayla hoped her face wasn’t as red as it felt.

“Well, yeah,” He laughed, “Even though you probably didn’t need it. You know all the material really well.”

“Only thanks to you, and you know that,” Giving him a friendly punch to the shoulder, Rayla couldn’t contain her grin. “I do feel better prepared, though. I’ll pass. If my brain doesn’t turn to mush first.”

“You’ll ace it,” Callum assured her, “I’m sure of it.”

His green eyes were so bright. And his smile so genuine. Rayla returned it, albeit with less enthusiasm. “Thanks.” Her voice sounded stupidly high-pitched, even to her.

He held her gaze for another long moment before glancing down, at the buzzing phone in her hand that she hadn’t even noticed, too caught up in staring. “You should go. Get some sleep for the test tomorrow, huh?”

“Yeah,” Rayla breathed, “You too. I’ll see in English tomorrow.”

It was an effort to leave the room. To walk down the stairs, quietly so she wouldn’t wake his parents, and out the front door. To open up her door and get in the car, turn the key in the ignition.

The entire street was silent. That’s how it always was, she supposed. The first to arrive and the last to leave. A glance up told her Callum was staring out his bedroom window at her, watching her leave.

With a heavy sigh, Rayla put the car in reverse. Pulled out of the driveway.

She wasn’t naive. Callum had always been big on physical contact, and it had never meant anything more than he cared. She wasn’t willing to put her heart on the line like that, not when she was sure he didn’t like her that way.

Rayla was a risk taker. Always had been. But this? To risk the relationship she already had with her best friend? That was one risk she would never be willing to take.

~~~~

a/n: Poor Rayla! I would like to apologize to everyone in advance; the pining is not going to get better for a LONG TIME

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inkykeiji · 3 years

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uhm hi,, i wanted to ask how you deal with pressure, stress and lack of inspiration...... i ask because i have to write a history essay and i feel like i spend more time crying than actually writing this... it’s just so hard and the effects suck it looks like shit,, i really appreciate you as a writer and i just you know wanted to ask for help.. i dont know what to do and how to do that and i want to know if you sometimes also feel like this and if you do how you overcome this. i am sorry for this ask and if that makes u uncomfy in any way you dont have to answer it... also happy egg:)

aaah hello sweetpea!! <33 oh no bb okay okay i’m gonna try and help as best i can!! warning: VERY long post beneath the cut!! <33

aaaaaaah bb okay first of all, i’m so sorry you’re feeling this way :( ‘i feel like i spend more time crying than actually writing this’ oh my precious i know this feeling and i have definitely had my fair share of breakdowns over assignments during my time at university!!

it absolutely is so hard to get your work done when you’re feeling so yucky. it turns into a very vicious cycle where you’re upset/anxious because you have no motivation, which in turn makes you upset/anxious with the work, upset/anxious at the fact that you ARE upset/anxious, etc etc etc. it all feeds into each other and makes everything that much more chaotic.

first, let’s calm down, okay?

the first thing i want you to do is take some very big, very deep breaths—even better if you can a very short little video you can follow or try out some of the exercises in articles such as this and this (some of the exercises in those articles overlap but it’ll give you a general idea!!). but if you feel too anxious to even do those, just take some biiiiiig big big deep, breaths for me. if you’re crying, try to calm your sobs through your breathing. this doesn’t have to be for long, i just want you to breathe a little!! just for a minute or two!!

now i want you to remind yourself that it is okay to feel stressed out over this, your feelings are VERY valid and very normal. i also want you to remind yourself that, while your grade may be important to you (mine were very very important and special to me!!) it still does not dictate your worth or your intelligence, and it is not a life or death situation. i’m not sure if this applies to you as well, but i personally have an issue with ‘catastrophizing’ when stuff like this happens to me, so it always helps just to keep these things in mind. if you do bad, it isn’t the end of the world, i absolutely promise you. it may feel like it’s a massive deal right now, but in the grand scheme of your life this is just a lil history paper!! just a tiny little blip in the masterpiece of your life!! it’s okay if you don’t do as well as you hoped; you are trying and that is the most important thing. you are doing your best under these current circumstances, and this will serve as a learning experience either way!!

now, let’s figure out a strategy to get it done!!

as for how i dealt with this in uni, i liked to (and still do, with big tasks!!) break everything down into easier-to-manage pieces. if you haven’t, make a bare bones outline for your essay; just your paragraphs and general arguments for each; nothing crazy or extensive. if you’ve already done this, do it again; write it out physically on one piece of paper so you can see/’visualize’ the entire thing from a birds eye POV. don’t worry about it being shit, just organize the general structure of your outline at this stage. push through those thoughts that are telling you it isn’t good!!!

for me, i usually break this outline into pieces after i’ve made it. we’ll use the example of an essay since that’s what you’re dealing with right now. having outlines for everything is what works the best for me, so i would take each body paragraph and break it down into my main arguments and evidence supporting them. so for example (and don’t laugh at my hypothetical essay here hehehe):

thesis: dabi and tomura are the best bnha characters because x, y, z.

paragraph one:

✰ ARGUMENT: dabi is the best bnha character

✰ EVIDENCE: x, y, and z

paragraph two:

✰ ARGUMENT: tomura is the best bnha villain

✰ EVIDENCE: x, y, and z

and so on. i don’t know how much time you have left until the essay is due, but if you’re really in crunch mode only spend an hour or so on this. for me, making these little outlines of the entire essay/piece and then of each paragraph itself helped me feel a lot more organized and in control, and it also enabled me to see how much i had left to do. i like to physically write these out, because for whatever reason i find it easier to comprehend if its on a sheet of paper/in a notebook.

the other thing i do is TAKE BREAKS. even if i was pulling an all-nighter to get an essay done, i would still promise myself a 10-15 minute break after completing a paragraph or two. it helped me stay motivated, knowing that i’d get to eat a quick snack, or watch a quick video (or fan edits!!) or listen to a song or two just to relax for a moment before diving back in. try and stay AWAY from social media during these breaks unless you have very good self-discipline. i had to be very strict with myself, though: any time i would start to tear up, or get distracted, or get caught up in my thoughts, i’d sternly tell myself that i can stress about it later/this time right now is dedicated to my essay and essay ONLY, so i must use all of my focus and brainpower on my essay until the next paragraph is done. does that make sense??? it requires a certain level of self-discipline, but you CAN develop this, and the best way to develop it is through practice!!

if you aren’t pulling an all-nighter (finger’s crossed that you aren’t!!) your breaks can be even longer. sometimes, though, we even get in the flow and *in the zone* once we begin writing, and sometimes you don’t even want/need those breaks because your brain is flowing well, and then you can just power through it until you DO need a break. it all heavily depends on your situation!! make these decisions at your own discretion <3 whatever works for you, works for you!

motivation for work you really, really don’t want to do, or work that makes you extremely anxious, can be very hard to find, but i promise you that you are very capable!! dig deep inside of yourself and find the strength to push through it, because you CAN. it IS possible!! you will get this essay done, and then it’ll be over and you can move on with your life!!

there is absolutely no reason to apologize bb don’t even worry about it <33 happy egg my sweet anon!!! i hope this helps you out at least a little <3 these are just the strategies that work for me personally—everyone is different especially when it comes to work flow, but i hope these provide you with at least some guidance <3 either way please know that you are absolutely not alone in this feeling; everyone i know has experienced a similar situation in college/university. school can be so fucking stressful it’s ridiculous. keep in mind that this essay does not in any way define you or your worth, and that you CAN do it <3 i believe in you and i am cheering you on!! HAPPY EGG BABIE!!!!

#AH I TRIED TO ANSWER THIS AS FAST AS I COULD #I HOPE YOU SEE IT #SORRY IT'S SO LONG #BUT I TRULY HOPE IT HELPS #IM SENDING YOU SOOOO MUCH LOVE AND STRENGTH SWEETPEA #YOU'VE GOT THIS I PROMISE YOU <33333 #you can do it!!!!! you will do it!!!!#kick that essay in the ass and then you can move on with your life!!!#it's okay! you're okay! you are going to be okay!#i love u <333 #sweet anon 🥺#clari gets mail

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goth-girlfriend · 4 years

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love your latest endeavor story!!! please do a part 2 omg

Of course!💙 I’m excited for it myself!

Well, now we have to name it,

Endeavor’s Intern

(2/?)

🖤💙❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️💙🖤

“So much for waiting just for a schedule.” I mumbled and finally relaxed again Endeavor’s chest.

He ignored me, his arms still stretched out working away at papers on his desk. My thights started to hurt form being pressed together between his own, so I didn’t what any rational person would do. I grabbed a hold of his massive biceps and ignoring his protests I pushed myself up and pushed my legs over his thighs and knees. In this new position I leaned back completely against his chest, his chin now resting ontop of my head. I took deep breath and looked around his office, the sky has moved from mid morning to mid afternoon. The clouds were not longer just bright white, they had tints of orange and pink.

‘Hey, hows it going?’ -❄️🔥

‘Oh, you know, it’s going’ -☀️🖤

‘Did you cry? He goes easier when you cry.’ -❄️🔥

‘No..., i didn’t get a smack on the hand though, kinda hurt honestly. 😭 -☀️🖤

‘You’ll Live then, it could’ve gone worse.’ -❄️🔥

‘Yeah, okay. So....how’s it going on your part?’-☀️🖤

“Tell Shoto to get back to work.” Endeavors voice vibrates against my back.

“Tell him what?” I asked wanting feel him speak again.

“To get back to work.” He grumbled and pushed his hips back against his chair to lean foreward slightly.

I followed his actions not really wanting to, but because he was quite literally my chair at the moment.

‘Shoto, you dad says get back to work’ -☀️🖤

‘Tell him get back to work.’- ❄️🔥

“Shoto says for you to get back to work,” I tried to looked over my shoulder.

Endeavor mumbled something and I started to scroll through my phone. I landed on Snapchat, ever since the sports festival and leaking my snapchat my views have gone threw the roof. Apparently people like to see what it’s like to be a hero in training.

I opened the filters and started to play around with some, my favorite being the basic heart crown. I took a few pictures with different filters not posting them due to endeavors chest being visible in the background. I might be a little crazy but I’m not stupid. I wonder if I can get a picture with Endeavor.

“Endeavor Senpai,” I felt him tense behind me.

No response, “Will you take a picture with me?”

He didn’t answer, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

I angled my phone upwards, at the top of the screen his face, at the bottom was from my nose up. We both had heart crown filters. He seemed annoyed, but I took the picture anyway.

“I don’t like this let me try a different one.” I moved and sat across his lap, my butt on one thigh and my legs over the other.

I turned my phone to its side and then got us both in the picture.

“Smile, it’s not like anyone else is going to see this.” I mumbled and smiled.

The edges of his lips tugged up barely, I took it as the best I could and took the picture.

“That’s definitely getting saved.” I saved it twice.

I scrolled through the filters and found a fan made filter, Endeavor or All Might poll. I looked over at Endeavor, he was staring at me hard as I clicked on my answer. Of course it was going to be him, he been my crush for about two years, and I’m literally sitting on him right now.

The filter changed to red heart and fire emoji crown, I smiled at Endeavor and leaned my side against his chest. I wrapped my right arm about his neck and held up a piece sign.

“Come on, now you really have to smile for this one.” The filter picked up on the both of us and I stretched out my left arm to get more of us.

I was gonna cherish these because this might never happen again. He had a faint smile, I smiled wider and tilted my head to the right slightly, he loved his left arm around my hips and his right arm resting on the arm rest. I felt all happy considering I was literally quitting three or four hours ago.

I took the picture and saved it, I showed it to him. He simply made a “hm” noise.

I let out a heavy sigh, “I’m bored.”

“You go on Patrol soon, go get ready.” With that he pushed me off his lap.

Standing up I nodded and grabbed my coffee smelling and slightly now stiff cloak.

“He totally likes me.” I mumbled once I was outside his office.

I walked to the elevator, the secretary of the floor looking at me smirking.

“Did her get rid of you already?” She was smirking.

“Pfft, If i weren’t here for just a week I could replace you faster then you can order his Coffee.” I sassed at her and did the most cliche finger snap.

She rolled her eyes, I smield and turned to walk into the elevator, Todoroki was there.

“So don’t tell anyone but guess what.” I said once the elevator doors were closed.

“What?” Shoto asked crossing his arms across his chest.

“I-“ I stopped and pulled out my phone to show him the picture I took with his dad, the last picture showed I was sitting in lap with his hand on my hip.

“Look.” I showed him the screen grinning like an idiot.

“What.” He looked at the photo eyes wide, “how?” He asked.

“He smacked my hand and then told me to wait for the schedule change, so I went to sit down but pulled me down and basically said he said he told me to wait not to move.”

“I see.” He leaned back against the wall of the elevator, “So should I refer to you as step mom, mom or just by your name like I do now?”

I blushed and looked down, “Shut it Shoto, your dad is still married to your mom so I actually feel bad now.”

I sulked looking down, Shoto sighed and rolled his eyes.

“(Y/n), they were actually divorced not to long after she was admitted to the hospital. It just never made it to the public.” He sighed and looked down.

I felt bad, I moved and hugged him from the side. My arms wrapped around his chest and my chin bent upwards to rest on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry Todo,” I whispered.

He turned slightly and hugged me back, “Together we make a whole mess.”

I laughed at him, a smile made its way to his lips.

“Yeah but now it’ll be you and my dad,” he exaggerated a sigh, “So I’ll be all alooonnee,” he exaggerated another sigh, “No friend, no money, nothing. Just alone.”

“You’re such a baby,” I pulled away and so did he.

“Besides I’d totally be a sugar baby and we’d definitely hang out and I’d finally go to universal!” I put my hands on my hips smiling up at Shoto.

“Oh, so your in it for the money.” His left brow quirked.

“No, not really.” I sighed and looked down, “It’s probably not real, people will think I’m crazy and don’t know what love it. I mean after all we’re only 15 , but I think I really like your dad...” I smiled down at my shoes.

The elevator doors finally opened.

“Well,” he sighed, “Good luck.” We stepped out and he walked off with another hero.

“I’ll see you after Patrols.” He called out over his shoulder.

“See you then.” I mumbled.

I sat on a sofa in the waiting room, I wonder who I’m patrolling with today. I hope it’s someone cool, I don’t really know anyone, so I don’t know who’s cool yet. I kicked my feet slightly just waiting for someone to pick me up and take me with them on patrol. About three other pairs left, not one person taking me, or stopping to ask me.

I deflated a bit with every passing person, did Endeavor lie to? Did he just tell me that to get me out of his way?

“Well, day two is coming to an end, no patrols so far.” I logged down on a mini log I had made in my calendar. “Wonder if I’ll get to go home, or will I wait all night for a patrol.”

Just as I closed the app I leaned back in my chair.

“We’re leaving lets go.” I jumped up quickly at the sound of Endeavor’s voice.

“Yes sir.” I follows quickly as he made his way out the door.

“There are four teams out already, one in the north, east, south and west. Well cover the central area. When a call comes in the group closest will respond first. If they’re busy the second closest will respond.” I followed and took mental notes as he spoke.

“Just a question.” I asked when he took a break from explaining.

He looked down at me arms crossed, “What?”

“Do you ever work with any heroes outside of your agency or is it like a strict agency hero teamwork system for you?” I asked curious why he was talking with Hawks.

“There is an occasional hero that is nuisance, but can complete tasks efficiently.” He didn’t sound to happy about it.

“Hawks?” I asked tilting my head.

“Precisely.” He looked ahead on the semi empty streets, avoiding eye contact as to no have to interact with anyone.

“He’d be useless with out his wings, even if they don’t do much I wouldn’t expect much from them.” He stopped at a side walk lights nd peared around the corner into a dark alleyway.

“What’s wrong with wings?” I asked looking around where he did.

“They get in the way, they get dirty easy, if you’re anything like Hawks the slightly dust will awns you into a cleaning frenzy. Overall I think they are more trouble then they’re worth at times.” He said as he finally began to cross.

“Well I think they’re cool.” I looked down, our shadows fell behind us. “I mean they’re are so many things you can do.”

I activated my quirk, surprise, I can grow wings. I stretched my left wing behind Endeavor’s back to tap his left shoulder he’d turned and I pulled it away quickly.

“Also it’s just something about the sound of flying that just gives me a sense of peace and nostalgia. When I was younger, I used to love birds flying, crows and ravens specially. They would get closer not exactly afraid, I loved to listen to them flap their wings, it sounded powerful for such small birds, considering the size of birds of prey.” I shrugged and started to think about.

“Did you see someone back there?” Endeavor asked as I stopped.

“No why?” I asked looking back.

He didn’t say a thing but looked foreward. I moved to tap his shoulder, looking for a distraction.

“Ooo, look it’s you.” I pointed to a hero Mech store, Endeavor plushies and posters were on display by the window.

He turned to look I too the opportunity and tucked it away. I watched him look over his shoulder then back.

“Have you ever bought any of your own merchandise?” I asked him.

“No, I’m always gifted my own merchandise.” He didn’t seem impressed.

“Well then.” I mumbled and then saw a new collection.

“Look! They have a new thing.” I pointed to a small white box with question marks.

“Text your luck, see what UA student you can collect. class 1-A first collection, sixteen different figures, collect them all.” I read it out loud, “Im gonna buy some, I wonder if I can find myself, this is amazing.”

I got excited and deactivated my quirk, I could foil my own plan. I started to walk in before Endeavor cleared throat. It hit me, this is an internship, I slowly pushed the door.

“Pleeeeaaaasssseeeee.” I stretched it out not opening the door.

“Hurry.” He said and turned away.

I rushed in and bought the whole box. There’s three in each there has to be at least one of me. I saw a different bag and bought three of those, they were pro hero’s.

I walked out bag in head, “Alright I can compromise, if I get more then one Shoto I’ll let you have one, I think they’re keychains.” I said looking at the bag I was holding in my right hand.

Endeavor just looked at me and sighed, I smiled sheepishly and nodded. “Well let’s get back to work...”

As we walked I pulled my belt around my waist, it had a large pouch on the back, I pulled out all the small bags and squished them in there and made sure to-zip if tight. I threw the paper bag and box away and caught up with Endeavor.

We spent the next few hours doing nothing, just walking around. Every now and then I would tap his shoulder while I talked about something nonchalant, he look for whatever it was and turn back around.

“Well, I’m hungry, and you said patrols ended at 2, it’s 2:20.” I was looking at my phone.

“Alright.” He said stopping in the light of some 24 hour shop, “Well take a break.”

I got excited, I’d finally be able to open my toys.

“Great, What is this place I’m starving.” I leaned around and looked past Endeavors broad shoulders and chest.

“Boba tea and cafe.” I read the sign, “24/7 for your convenience. Pro hero discount after 9:40 pm.”

I looked up at Endeavor, “You even get a discount.”

I was about to pass him until someone cut me off. Red wings blocked my view. It was Hawks, I looked around and saw him, Tokoyami. I smiled at him, he nodded.

“Ew.” I said in fake disgust at Hawks with a smile on my face.

“Hm?” He turned to me.

“Oh didn’t see you there shorty.” He was snarky, he used the tip of his wing to ‘take’ my height to show how is a shorter then him.

“Don’t get to cocky, the size of your wings have nothing to do with the type of man you are.” I huffed and swatted his wing away.

It was very soft surprisingly.

He laughed, “Feisty.”

“Yeah, now, move please? I haven’t eaten since last night.” I said trying to get last.

“Endeavor!” He pushed past me forgetting about me and his intern.

I watched Endeavor’s face contort.

“Well let’s eat.” I shrugged at Tokoyami, he sighed and nodded.

Tokoyami and I walked in and made our way to the register.

“Alright, what do you that is good and affordable for high school students?” I asked when the guy asked how he could help us.

“We have a mystery meal,” he started, “You gettour choice boba tea, a side of rice, and depending on the day you get a cutlet, grilled fish, tempura shrimp, steamed vegetables, omelet or dumplings. We give you care and every time you order a mystery meal we lunch a hole, after six visits for the seventh by redeeming your card you can chose a pro hero inspired meal for free.” He explains and showed me a silver paper card with little squares.

“Alright, I’ll take one. Do you want one Tokoyami?” I asked. He was looking at the menu above us.

“Yes but you order fir-”

“Two mystery meals, his apple flavored if you have it and I’ll take strawberries, both with mango pearls please.” I gave the guy my bank card he scanned it and punched two holes in my card.

“Thank you.” I smield and took it from him.

“Aren’t you guys from UA?” He asked and eyes us.

“Yup, is you watched the festival you should at least recognize our own number three right here.” I patted Tokoyami’s shoulder.

We went to sit in a large booth, we kept small talk. Tokoyami telling me how Hawks likes to stand behind him and spread out his wings or carry him so then people see them they look like one whole bird.

After he finished I told him a bout the small figures and pulled out a bag, I asked him if he wanted to open one. He denied and I opened it. Out came three Tokoyami.

“Well then.” I said and picked one up, a small version of Dark shadow was coming from him in the figure.

“Look how cute dark shadow looks.” I pointed him out.

“Here you can have one.” I laid him the miniature version of himself.

He picks did up by the chain looking at it. “Not a lot of variety.”

I let out a few laughs, and shook my head, “Nah, it’s just beginners bad luck.”

I stood the two Tokoyami up and reached for another bag as I moved my pouch to the front to look like a Fanny pack.

“Well, I have our whole class now,” I tried to make a seating arrangement on the table. All the extras piled on the side.

“I’m even here.” I pointed to my smaller self.

“Sixty figures and I only get to keep sixteen.” I said and looked at the rest.

“Oh! Also look at these.” I pulled out a bag of pro hero’s.

“How much can you fit in that bag?” Hawks asked from his spot beside Tokoyami.

“A lot, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I said pulling out the bags of pro hero’s.

“These have four.” I read on fo three bags.

I opened the first bag, three all nights and an Aizawa.

“That’s depressing.” Hawks said as he picked up a Might.

“Next.” I said throwing the bag to the side.

A midnight, present mic and two ectoplasm.

“The bags says your chances of getting top five hero’s are better then the rest, but you literally just got a rare and not a single common.” Hawks said taking the empty bag from me.

I sighed. “Last one.”

I opened it and put came four Hawks.

I looked at him, he was smirking, “Ill end you, I’ll do it.”

I dropped the bag but it made a clicking noise.

I picked it up, “Look.” I showed stood the fifth figure up, “They packed an extra.”

“It’s a little Endeavor.” Hawks said reaching for it, “I didn’t spend 20 dollars for someone else to take it. I swatted his hand.

“But you can have a Tokoyami, All Might and Hawks.” I pushed the three to him.

He pouted and looked at the figure between my two fingers.

“But I want that one.” He pointed to Endeavor.

“No he’s mine.” I argued back.

“Excuse me, can we have a picture of you four for our hero wall?” The cashier boy was back with trays of food and a girl beside him with a camera.

Nobody had time to reply before Hawks was standing and ageeeing. “Everybody show your quirks, they have to know we’re legit.”

I looked at Endeavor who never stopped burning, “I don’t think it’s that hard to believe.”

We lined up, Hawks, Tokoyami, Myself and Endeavor.

I propped my left arm on Tokoyami’s shoulder, Hawks raised his wings and did a peace sign, Tokoyuhad darkshadow infront front of him, I stretched my wings up and out, and Endeavor has his arms crossed against his chest. The girl stuck the Polaroid to a paper and held a sharpie out, “would you like to si-“

Hawks snatched the paper away and looked at me then the paper then me.

“What?!” He asked and looked at me, twats at the corner of his eyes.

“I thought I was special,” he was deflating slowly.

I laughed and looked at the picture, “Ooo, I look good.” I said pointing to my wing, it stretched out further than Hawks.

“Well, don’t hold out on me what kind.” He squinted, “Eagle, when I was a younger everyone thought vulture or raven or crow but surprise! Bird of prey.” I shrugged.

“You know what this means?” He asked.

“No.” I answered honestly.

“Wing buddies!” He lifted his left wing and I looked at it, I tired to resist but sighed and gave in, I hit his wing with my own and sighed, “wind buddies!” I cheered back with a smile.

We all signed the paper and the lady hung it on a wall.

After eating we all headed out, I reached into my pouch and pulled out two figures. I slid back around to my back and held my hand out to Endeavor.

“Here, it’s you and Shoto.” I said offering the two figures.

“Thank you.” His voice was low and smooth, his larger hand covered mine as he took them. Heat leaving his hand and engulfing my own.

I felt my wings ruffle up a bit as J smiled, “You’re welcome Senpai.” I winked at him and grinned.

He looked over at me, my heart fluttered. His eyes looked so pretty in the dark, being lit up but every other white light we passd.

I was really hoping I wouldn’t call it love, but man, if this wasn’t love what was it?

We walked down the same side walk, I wanted to reach for his larger hand, in my mind I could here Shoto “do it.”

So I did, he tended and I whistled a tune like nothing happened. He just looked ahead, I smiled and tightened my grip slightly on his hand.

“This is definitely the best.”

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Breathe (Lecture 1)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Story Warnings: Slow Burn, Angst, Fluff, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Mixed Delivery (Social Media & Written Parts), Eventual 18+

Summary: Bucky takes a history class at his local university in hopes of catching up on the last few decades, on everything he’s missed whilst under Hydra’s control – but he winds up learning a lot more than what’s on the syllabus. He learns how to heal.

Written for @the-omni-princess’s 1k writing challenge!

(Formerly Hope & Happiness; I decided that I needed a better title!)

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So I took the time to find an actual university course to complement this story because I’m just that invested, you guys. (I’m also a huge history nerd, lmao.) The syllabus and lectures are real, and any content relating to these in my story is straight from the source.

Lectures are recorded and available for a listen! Most written chapters will correspond to a lecture; I’ll list which one at the top of the chapter if you want to learn along with Bucky. Each one is about 40-50 minutes long and in English. Click here to access them!

This is definitely optional, though, so please don’t feel pressured to listen, but if you’re a history nerd like me then you may want to take a look!

Wednesday, August 24

Lecture 1: Introductory Lecture

Although Bucky had been on campus a couple of times before now – first to apply, and then to meet with an advisor as all new students were required to do – he didn’t think he’d ever get used to the sheer size of it. Universities these days were massive: cities within a city, buildings upon restaurants upon shops and all he wanted to do was learn.

That was all he’d ever wanted to do, really. Learn about himself. Learn what made the world tick. Learn all the things he didn’t know. He’d always excelled in school, and once upon a time he’d started to save money in order to attend university. Didn’t know what he’d study – just knew that he wanted a degree in order to support the family he thought he’d have one day.

Ambitions for the future.

Then came the draft. Because hadn’t yet been able to save enough, he’d been shipped out to the European Theater – sent to hell, not to college.

Ambitions for the past.

Two years spent in cold, wintery foxholes gave him an opportunity to think, but all he could think about was the stench of death surrounding him, surrounding his unit, surrounding every waking moment of his life at war. Not his death, of course, but it may as well have been.

Bucky learned to hone in on the sound of his heartbeat in his ears, the rush of adrenaline in his veins, the sensation of his boots in mud and snow. He learned to focus. He learned to survive.

And all the while, he lived with the very real possibility that he wouldn’t make it through – and, well, he didn’t. Not really. Some parts of him never made it back; what little remained became the property of Hydra. Mind corrupted, soul shattered, will broken into sharp, jagged shards of glass.

Fragile. Breakable. Erased, but still alive.

Bucky may have survived, but he’d never really been right since – never really been whole. Physically and mentally, with too many pieces of himself missing or damaged, one constant stayed the same: a desire to learn. He’d gotten through the war and Hydra’s harsh training because that quality was a part of him – one of the only parts that made it through.

Battle-worn and weary from surviving – not living, not really – Bucky finally had the opportunity to take a step back from the battlefield to just… exist. To live. To breathe. In taking a leave of absence, he embarked upon another journey: to rediscover the man he used to be.

It would be difficult task, he knew. The twenty-first century was far cry from the 1940s, a far cry from home, and the sheer size of the college campus only served to remind him of that. In fact, he was only able to recognize that he was still in New York because this school happened to be the very same one he’d once planned to attend so long ago. Staten Island University. Right across the bridge from his present-day apartment in Brooklyn, not to mention his old family home.

Home.

But this unfamiliar new century was his home, now, so he sought to learn what he’d missed over all the decades he’d lost to Hydra. In the process, maybe he’d learn about himself, learn what made the world tick, learn all the things he didn’t know.

What better place could there be to do that than at a university?

Bucky soon found out that his education would be paid for by the United States government for his service in the military. Ironic that the very barrier which forced him into war was the same thing being gifted to him now. The GI Bill. A reward for his patriotism. A thank you for his sacrifice.

Flowery words for a bribe meant to keep him silent. Call him jaded.

Worse still, if Bucky thought tuition was expensive back then, he didn’t know what to call it today. He’d been rendered speechless when he found out what a single class would cost, but rest assured, Uncle Sam would pay for it so that he didn’t have to.

Physically, it only cost him an arm but mentally, it cost him so much more.

U.S. Society and Politics Since 1945. Mondays and Wednesdays at two o’clock. Three credit hours, whatever that meant. He signed up for the class after his first meeting with an advisor – thought that it might do him good to put his past behind him and learn.

Bucky arrived about twenty minutes before the class was due to start, all nerves and first day jitters – absolutely ridiculous when he really thought about it, so he tried to put it out of his mind and selected a seat in the very back row in hopes of not being noticed.

Counting seats proved to be a good distraction. Three hundred seats. Would there really be that many students? Save for a handful of his new classmates scattered about, the too-large lecture hall seemed like it would never fill. Sure enough, however, it eventually started to – not all three hundred seats, but close enough.

It wasn’t until then that Bucky realized he might have been woefully unprepared. Just about everyone else had laptops sat out front of them, and while he could use one – clunkily – he still preferred something more a little more tangible. All he’d brought along was the required textbook, a notebook, and two pens, one of which he’d been rolling in between a gloved thumb and forefinger for the last few minutes.

That was a nervous tic of his, one he’d picked up in the army, except today it was a pen instead of a cigarette and he sure could have used a pack of Lucky Strikes right now. A cigarette would have done wonders to take the edge off, but he didn’t smoke, not anymore. Frustrated, he dropped the pen back down onto his desk and slumped down in his chair.

Had school always been this nerve-wracking? He couldn’t remember.

A snort drew his attention, and Bucky glanced to his left to find you sitting a few seats down in the same back row, watching him in amusement.

It caught him off-guard.

“Is this your first class?”

A innocent question, unprompted – untainted.

While Bucky knew that there would be some socializing required, especially in the discussion section of the class, never in his wildest dreams did he think that anyone would be willing to strike up a conversation with him. He had half a mind to say ‘no’ and ignore you as long as possible, but for whatever reason, he didn’t. He opened up.

“How could you tell?”

You shrugged. “You’re fidgeting, for one. But mostly because you don’t have a bag.”

Why would he need a bag? He was only taking one class.

At his doubtful look, you spoke again, voice light and airy, “Don’t worry. You’ll learn.”

Well, that was foreboding. Then again, you seemed like you would know. You looked slightly older than most of the other students who were likely fresh out of high school, and you appeared to be all sorts of prepared, what with a leather laptop bag on the chair to your right and some brightly-coloured notebooks, binders, and a few thick textbooks all strewn about the desk in front of you.

A laptop bag, but no laptop. Strange.

Bucky wasn’t really sure why he wanted to know, but he nodded to your books and asked anyway, “What else are you taking?”

“Mostly upper-level psychology classes. I’m in my final year. What about you?”

“This is my only class,” he admitted, and to him, that wasn’t a satisfactory answer. He was only taking the one class with no particular goal in mind, but here you were, taking at least four other classes judging by the number of textbooks on your desk.

You had a goal.

He didn’t.

You didn’t ask why, though; instead, you offered him your name, along with a bright smile.

“Bucky,” he found himself telling you way too easily.

“Well, Bucky, it’s nice to meet you.” You paused, then, before you made an offhanded comment of, “I think it’s really good to have a friend in class, you know? Mostly so you can steal their notes when you skip.”

A joke, perhaps, but Bucky took it literally. That may have been the stupidest thing he’d ever heard. “I’m not gonna— Who pays thousands of dollars in tuition and then decides not to come?”

Your brows rose in surprise for a moment or two, but then you laughed at his stick-in-the-mud response. “Oh no, you’re one of those. What a goody two-shoes!”

Don’t worry, you’d said. You’ll learn.

But the mischievous sparkle in your eyes let him know that you were just teasing, and what’s more, he actually didn’t mind. No, he kind of liked it, having some normal human interaction for once – not whatever the hell he’d grown used to at the compound. Between blood-spattered banter in the field and too-dark humour used as a coping mechanism, his interactions there were anything but normal.

Bucky also liked that you had no idea how wrong your sentiment was; not that he’d never admit it. This was the first time in a long, long while that he’d been treated like a regular person – not enhanced, not a science experiment, not an Avenger – and he had no intention of shattering the illusion anytime soon.

“I’m not giving you my notes, either,” he deadpanned.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Super goody two-shoes. My mistake.”

When he opened his mouth to respond to your sassy one-liner, however, the professor’s voice sounded from the front of the lecture hall. You gave him a final wink before you turned to face the front, purple pen already poised and ready to go.

Good afternoon! Can you hear me in the nosebleeds? Yes? With me? Okay…

Forty-five minutes passed in a blink, and most of the students quickly started to pack up their belongings – but not you. No, you stayed in your seat and continued scribbling away at something in your notes, seemingly having zero plans to leave anytime soon. Bucky couldn’t help but be curious as to why you weren’t packing up, but it wasn’t any of his business and he didn’t ask.

Armed with a new syllabus and a daunting list of required readings for the week, he pulled himself to his feet and collected his own belongings; only managed to push the chair back in and take about two steps toward the door before he heard your voice again.

“Hey, Bucky, wait.”

He turned around to see you still reading through one of your textbooks, not even looking in his direction, but in your outstretched hand was a bright pink sticky note.

What?

“Come on,” still focused on your reading, you waved the post-it, pink paper flapping in the makeshift breeze but staying stuck to your finger anyway, “Take it. Here.”

Hesitantly, Bucky stepped closer and accepted the proffered note. Upon it, he found that you’d hastily scrawled your name and phone number, along with what he assumed was meant to be a smiley face. The drawing was god-awful, and a welcome distraction from the way his heart had immediately leapt into his throat because a woman had just given him her phone number.

Her phone number.

“Th— Thanks?” he stammered, unsure.

Now, he certainly wasn’t one to jump to conclusions, but this—

“Don’t get any weird ideas,” you interrupted his train of thought, finally pulling your eyes away from the textbook to look up at him.

Gorgeous, glimmering, big doe eyes focused right on him, now, and seeing you up close like this, a fleeting thought crossed his mind about how attractive you were. He blamed it on the fact that you’d just given him your number, and now his brain only wanted to overthink what he’d interpreted as the first sign of potential interest from the opposite sex in – well, far too long.

Bucky hadn’t been expecting that at all, and he wasn’t particularly interested to pursue such a thing, either. At least not right now. He still needed to get his head on straight; still needed to figure out his own problems before he took on someone else’s.

Even if you were a pretty little thing he might have taken dancing, once.

Then you added, “If you have any questions, just shoot me a text, okay? I remember how lost I was when I first started, especially because I’m a,” you did some air-quotes, then, “‘mature-aged’ student.” Another snort, one much less ladylike than before. “Mature-aged. I’m not that old!”

So it was a friendly offer. Nothing more. Not like the implications in the 40s – and Bucky thought, then, that if you were considered to be ‘mature-aged,’ he didn’t want to find out how he’d stack up.

“Thanks,” he said again, this time a little less unsurely. “I appreciate it.”

Another one of your bright smiles brought a sense of calm over him, a feeling that carried over even when you poked fun at him again, “Then I guess I’ll see you next week, Mr. Goody Two-Shoes.”

“Yeah,” he responded, feeling the corners of his lips turn up just a little at your goodnatured teasing. “See you next week.”

And when he left the lecture hall, fluorescent pink post-it stuck to the inside of his notebook, Bucky’s footsteps felt just a little lighter than before – and so did his heart.

Part Two

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Minjoon|| Hybrid AU||

The day had started out dreary for Namjoon. The sky was filled with dark rain clouds and it had been pouring since he had woken up. With a sigh, he had rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth before he got dressed for work. Upon checking the time, he realized he was running a little late so he decided to skip breakfast and instead grabbed his keys, umbrella and suitcase and left his home, making his way as fast as he could to work. Thankfully, he had made it with just a few minutes to spare, causing him to release a deep sigh he had been holding in since he left his house. He already knew this was going to be a long day.

Unfortunately for Namjoon, the day was in fact, a long one. Meeting after meeting was attended and frankly, he had a migraine because of them. So, he quickly packed up his things, say his goodbyes to his coworkers for the day and headed out of the office.

“At least the rain stopped.” He thought.

Taking his usual route home, the tall, young man sighed once more. Maybe he’d stop to get something to eat on the way home? That way he could take a shower as soon as he got home and then crawl into bed for the rest of the night. Maybe he’d even read a little before he passed out. His thoughts were quickly interupped by a weak crying noise coming from the alley he was passing.

Now, Namjoon usually didn’t pay any heed to strange noises like this. He’d usually keep walking. But this? This cry? Sounded like something or someone needed help. It sounded pained. So, carefully, Namjoon made his way down the alley, peeking around trash bins and dumpsters to see if he could find what was making the noise. The closer he got, the louder the crying got. It was behind a few large boxes that Namjoon finally found what has been crying.

A small samyoyed hybrid, curled in on himself and whimpering, peeking up at Namjoon once he moved the boxes. Wait.. a hybrid? Those were rare and you were lucky if you were even able to get a glimpse of one walking around the city, so why was there one abandoned like this in an alley? It was unfortunately still pouring, but Namjoon didn’t want to startle the poor hybrid so, he carefully moved the boxes to the side and crouched down, offering his hand, palm down to the pup.

“Hey there. I’m Namjoon.. what are you doing out here all alone, little one?”

The hybrid’s eyes widened slightly, though he tentatively sniffed and nosed at the taller man’s hand.

“M’Jimin..” He mumbled softly. “Owner didnt want me anymore.. Was called useless and dropped off here so I-”

Jimin’s eyes filled with tears at the thought of being abandoned and how long he had been living in that alley. How long he’s had to go without food. Namjoon, upon hearing the hybrid’s voice quivering, calming tried to sooth him, hand reaching out to pet gently through his blond hair. He doesn’t know what compelled him to say his next words or what he was even thinking, but this hybrid was way underweight. His face was gaunt and he was sure that he’d be able to see his ribs if he were to take his tattered shirt off.

“Do you want to come and live with me? I can take care of you, I promise you’ll never have to worry about living on the street again.”

It took Jimin a few moments to think it over but, this man seemed genuine. There wasn’t a bad smell or ill intention coming from him. So, after a minute or two of thinking, the hybrid reached a shaky, thin hand out to the taller man, accepting his offer of a new home.

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It had been a few months since Namjoon had brought Jimin home. For a few weeks it was going well. He had Jimin eating his special hybrid food, had made him up his own room in one of Namjoon’s spare bedrooms and had grown closer with the smaller man and on top of that, Jimin had filled out to a healthier weight. No longer was he able to see the samyoyed’s ribs. His cheeks had filled out beautifully as well. That is, until Jimin had begged to try a little piece of Namjoon’s steak one night and it had gone downhill from there.

After that, Jimin refused to eat his own food and begged Namjoon to let him eat human food too and how could he resist with Jimin pouting at him like that? So, from then on, Jimin ate the same things as Namjoon did. Now, human food wasn’t meant for hybrids to eat. It caused them to gain weight rather quickly which, is what happened to Jimin.

The clothes that Namjoon had boughten him were slowly getting way too tight, his chubby, swollen tummy pushing against the fabric of his shirts. His ass has started swelling out more as well, causing his pants to be uncomfortably tight on him and not to mention he was now sporting a softer chest, not quite moobs but a few more weaks of eating would fix that. Jimin’s cheeks had gotten chubbier as well as his thighs and arms, not that he himself minded. He was more worried about what Namjoon would say to him.

Along with Jimin’s expanding waistline, his apetite also grew. He used to be stuffed after half a plate of food but now he was having Namjoon make him at least two. Three on a day he was super hungry. This worried the older male and since he didn’t want to hurt Jimin’s feelings with bringing up his new found hunger and weight, he dicided to just stay quiet about it. Besides, Jimin looked happy and healthy right? He himself was beginning to enjoy watching him grow softer too. A few more pounds couldn’t hurt, right?

Wrong. The more time that passed, the more Jimin ate and snacked and the bigger he got. He had gotten used to being pampered by Namjoon, to the point of getting whiny if he didn’t get his way. He’d stomp his foot and cross his arms, causing his belly to jiggle and sway. “Hyung I said I’m hungy! Please! I’m gonna die!” Namjoon would just sigh and get him his food so he’d stop pouting. It eventually got to the point where Namjoon had to make more that one trip a day to the grocery store because Jimin would clean them out of everything within a few hours.

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Over the next few years, Jimin’s eating habits continued as well as his weight gain. It had gotten to the point where Namjoon needed to help him out of bed in the mornings as he couldn’t do it himself. Was the hybrid embarrassed by this? Not at all. He enjoyed it. Enjoyed the fact that he had to have his Joonie’s help for the simplest tasks. He enjoyed his owner turned boyfriend giving him all of the attention in the world when he got home from work. He reveled in all of the belly rubs and touched Namjoon would give him, enjoyed every single kiss and not once did the older male ever critisize Jimin’s weight or how much he ate... alright, except for the times where Jimin goes on binges and eats everything in the house, but he can’t help it!

It’s not like Namjoon doesn’t enjoy it anyway. Whenever Jimin cleans out the kitchen and he can’t move, he begs and whines for the older man to rub his belly, to which, he happily obliges. Namjoon especially loves it when Jimin rolls over him when they’re sleeping and he get’s pinned under Jimin’s enormous gut and the mattress. Jimin always profusely apologizes in the morning, but Namjoon is never angry with him. How could he be?

Unfortunately today, Namjoon has to work. He’s got an important meeting that he absolutely cannot be late for and as much as he wants to stay home and love on his massive, jiggly boyfriend, he can’t. While he straightens his tie, he peeks over at Jimin, humming softly.

“Angel, can you try your best not to eat everything in the kitchen for me today? Just until I get home? If you’re good for me I’ll make sure to buy you extra treats when I go back out to the store.”

Jimin huffs and pouts at this, but the promise of extra treats has him willing to try. With a small nod and another little whine, he agrees.

“Okay but, you gotta promise you’ll get the extra treat! You know it’s really hard for me to not eat.”

Namjoon chuckles and makes his way over to lean over, giving the hybrid a few kisses on his puffy cheeks and giving a small pat to his belly, making it wobble slightly.

“Of course I promise, love. Now, I have to get going, I’ll see you in a few hours, okay?”

With a kiss to the lips and another tummy pat, Namjoon made his way to the front door, making sure to lock it behind him once he stepped out of the house. As soon as that lock clicked, Jimin wasted no time in pushing himself up out of the chair he was sitting in. It took him a few minutes and the chair creacked under him, due to his mass and how much he was struggling, but he made it. He waddled himself into the kitchen to see that Namjoon haid labeled the food he was allowed to eat until he got home which to other people, would be enough for a small family for four but to Jimin it was nowhere near enough to last him that long.

A long whine escaped his puffy lips. He hated this but he was willing to try and be good so, he took the food labeled for breakfast to the table and carefully sat down on one of the chairs there. It creaked dangerously under his weight but the hybrid didn’t care one bit. His stomach rumbled as he dug into his food with fervor. You’d think with the way Jimin ate, he’d make a mess of himself, but he made sure he didn’t waste one little bit of his food. It had only taken him ten minutes to scarf everything down, leaving only a few dirty plates behind.

Damn he really should have paced himself. With the way Namjoon had laid things out, his snack before luch was still two hours away. He was going to go nuts.. Unless.. what if he just ate a few things from his snack plates? That wouldn’t hurt, right? Grabbing onto the edge of the table, Jimin hauled himself up once more, this time, dragging the chair to the fridge so he didn’t have to keep getting up and down. That was a pain.

Carefully opening the refridgerator door once more, he sat back down in his chair, it once again creaking in agony and once again, Jimin ignored its screams. He reached to take a few of his snacks off of the plate, eating them one by one. After the third cookie, he knew he should have stopped but he couldn’t, they were just too good. After another five minutes, his cookies were gone and they didn’t even make a dent in his stomach. He was still hungry.

“Fuck it.” He thought. Sure Namjoon would be upset with him but he’d eventually forgive him and Jimin would find a way to make it up to him somehow. With that thought, he reached back into the fridge, eating what was left of the food Namjoon had labeled for him. His lunch was gone just as fast as his breakfast, causing his tummy to round out just slightly, but, he wasn’t finished. The dinner Namjoon had set out for him was next and it was absolutely delicious. He always made Jimin’s favorites, all the pork and chicken he could eat. It took him a little longer to finish his dinner as it had the most food out of all of his meals, but once the plate was empty, he pouted again, resting his hands on top of his swollen gut.

He looks at the clock that hung in the kitchen and it had only been an hour since Namjoon had left..and his stomach was still growling. Peeking back at the fridge, he shrugged and leaned in, continuing to stuff his face with the rest of the food that was stocked in there that Namjoon hadn’t labeled for the massive hybrid. Jimin had it cleaned completely out by lunch time. Leaning back in his creaky chair, he rubbed gently over his gut, panting quietly as he massaged a few burps out of him, making room for more food. He didn’t want to have to get up again, usually he had his Joonie home to bring him food, but today he had to do things on his own for once.

After a few minutes of massaging his stomach, Jimin forces himself back on his legs, groaning loudly with the effort. He opened the freezer to take out all of the ice cream, waddling to set it all out on the table. That’s when he looked at the cupboards and, to make this the last time he had to get up, went to clear all of the food and snacks from the cupboard, setting them out on the table as well. The hybrid then dragged his chair back over and carefully plopped back down, chair audibly groaning under his weight.

His ears twiched just slightly at the sound, but he couldn’t be bothered as he was already digging into his ice cream, not eating too fast so he wouldn’t get a brain freeze. As time went on, Jimin’s massive pile of food slowly started to dwindle. Containers and wrappers littered the floor but there was not one speck of food on Jimin or around him. He made sure he got all of that into his mouth. By the time he was finished, he was overly stuffed, skin taut and slightly reddened from the amount of food he ate, just like it always was. Leaning back in his chair once more, he rubbed over his stomach the best he could, massaging more tiny burps out of him. Leaning back was a mistake though as the chair beneath him couldn’t take his weight any longer, the legs snapping and bringing Jimin down with it.

The impact of him hitting the floor caused his whole body to jiggle and wobble and he made a small pained sound, cheeks flushing red from embarrassment and arousal. He had to find a way to get himself off the floor. He needed more. Him breaking the chair flipped a switch in him that he didn’t even know he had. Reaching up toward the table, Jimin gripped it as hard as he could, rocking himself back and forth to gain momentum to pull his massive ass off of the kitchen floor. It took him a few tries of him falling back onto the ground, but after a few minutes he was finally able to pull himself up into a standing position.

There was still a cake inside of the fridge that Namjoon had baked last night (assumingly while Jimin was asleep.) Waddling back to the fridge for the last time until Namjoon bought more food, Jimin reached in to grab the cake, turning to look at the other chairs around the dining table. Surely if he sat in them, those would break too and he didn’t want to have to go through hauling himself up again, or worse, losing the cake. Instead an idea popped into his head. Taking the cake to a clean spot in the kitchen, he carefully manuvered it and himself back onto the kitchen floor. Joonie was almost home anyway so he could help him up if he needed after this.

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Namjoon hurried home as fast as he could. He worried about Jimin, especially if he listened and only ate what he laid out for him that day. He knew he was probably starving and he wanted to be there when he was finally able to pig out, just in case he needed his help. He expected to open the door to him whining and crying about how starving he was. He did not, however, expect his boyfriend to be on his hands and knees, massive tummy squished up against the floor with his face buried in the cake he baked last night. His eyes widened and he moved his briefcase in front of his crotch to hide his oviously growing erection.

“J-Jimin!? What are you doing!? Why aren’t you eating at the table?”

At the sound of his boyfriend’s voice, Jimin froze. He slowly lifted his head to look at the taller male, wiping as much cake off his face as he could.

“I..I tried Joonie. I.. I tried to do what you asked but it was so hard and I got super hungry.. I..I can’t sit in the chairs anymore Joonie. I broke one.”

Namjoon was so fixated on Jimin when he walked in, he didn’t even notice the chair until now. Looking over at the splintered pieces lying on the floor, looking like a boulder was dropped onto it, Namjoon had to bite back a moan. Fuck. He, Jimin broke a fucking chair. The hybrid’s voice brought him out of his thoughts though, as Jimin sounded a little teary.

“A..Are you mad at me?”

With a quick shake of his head, Namjoon briskly made his way over to his boyfriend, helping him into a sitting position. Jimin had to spread his legs wide to let his stomach rest comfortable between them. Namjoon inhaled slightly, eyeing his stomach before quickly shaking his head and kneeling down, cupping Jimin’s plush face.

“Honey no, I’m not mad at you. I should have never asked you to hold back on eating when I know how hungry you get. I was just worried you wouldn’t be able to help yourself if I wasn’t home. I.. mm. I have to say I’m turned on though. I never thought you’d break a chair, let alone eat on your hands and knees like this.”

Jimin flushed at his words, squirming in his spot slightly.

“W..Well.. when I broke the chair I.. something switched in me and.. and I just needed more? If you like it so much.. do you want to do me a favor?”

Namjoon nodded, pressing a few soft kisses to Jimin’s messy cheeks.

“Anything, baby.”

Jimin smiled shyly, resting his hands over his stomach.

“Feed me?”

Namjoon grinned, sliding his hands over Jimin’s before giving his tummy a gently shake.

“That I can definitely do, Minnie.”

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Hi this is my frist time actually writing something in a very long while and while I know it’s not the best, it took me awhile to finally finish it. I hope you guys enjoy it and I’ll work on getting my writing to be better the more I practice.

#chubby jimin #chubby bts #feedee jimin #feeder namjoon #belly kink

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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1. Five facts about your current relationship OR five facts about your single life.

a) I haven’t been truly single in...around 6 years, so it’s been a bit of an adjustment.

b) It was my last day as an intern yesterday (but they hired me, so I’m staying after all, haha) and since I’ve felt like I gained a family in the last two months, I thought it would be okay to give professionalism a break and share what had actually been going on with me on my first day on the job, aka when the breakup was still fresh and I was still figuring out how to function all over again. It unsurprisingly surprised everyone and my superior said something like, “Omg it’s the [company name] curse; it’s so strong it broke you guys up before you even got hired” which got a laugh out of me.

c) I’m not interested in seeing other people.

d) Probably wouldn’t be, for a long time. My trust has been irreparably broken.

e) Seeing couples in public has now become annoying. I’m happy for them, but it’s still annoying.

2. Five facts about a past relationship.

a) I’ve known her since kindergarten, but we didn’t become friends till 7th grade and didn’t start dating until junior year of high school.

b) We were legal with her family and her parents loved me and I them. On the other hand, I was never able to come out to my family because she broke up with me before I could be able to do so.

c) She introduced me to vaping.

d) We were never able to truly travel together, which we always planned to do after graduating. The farthest we reached was Batangas.

e) She never knew where she wanted to eat whenever we were out, so I was mostly the one who decided which restaurant we were going to have lunch or dinner in.

3. Five facts about your mother.

a) She has always worked in hotels, which is great because it has always allowed us to get room and buffet discounts, heh.

b) Her family (aka my grandparents, her, and my uncles) struggled financially for a little bit when my grandpa lost his job when she was in college. When her friends would go to fast-food restaurants, my mom would always decline, saying she had schoolwork to finish. In reality she just couldn’t afford anything, and the only money she held was for public transport.

c) She is a little childish considering her age, and I cannot stand her petty tantrums. She was childish even when I was a kid, and I believe my emotional well-being suffered because of that.

d) She has a high pain tolerance and the only time I’ve seen her struggle was when she was getting a tattoo on the back of her shoulder.

e) She is also extremely religious and it especially grinds my gears when she gets hypocritical about it, which is just about all the time.

4. Five facts about your father.

a) He has only ever dated my mom.

b) He grew up extremely poor and at some point his parents actually stopped being able to afford his tuition. Instead of being kicked out, a few nuns who served in the school paid my grandparents a visit and told them my dad would be given a scholarship since he had good grades and it would have been a waste if he got expelled.

c) He was a dancer in high school, knows how to play the guitar, and he also apparently knows how to draw very well. There’s a lot I don’t know about him, considering he has worked abroad my whole life.

d) He breaks or loses his reading glasses once every few months. I know which parent I definitely take after.

e) I have never seen him cry.

5. Five facts about your sibling. If you have more than one, pick one. Or do them all!

a) She had problems crying in school until she was in around 2nd or 3rd grade.

b) She’s in college and is currently taking up digital filmmaking.

c) She’s the biggest introvert I know. I’ve never seen her be willing to do anything silly; not even with her friends.

d) She can’t handle spicy food.

e) Her main interests have shifted from Harry Potter, to One Direction, to 5SOS, and now K-pop. I believe she’s into Seventeen the most.

6. Five facts about your town.

a) The upper part of the city offers amazing views of the Metro Manila skyline, which has recently made the place a kinda popular nightlife destination.

b) There’s a lot of hidden gem restaurants here but because most people spend more time complaining about how far my city is and how difficult it is to get to than actually just making the damn ride over here, the restaurants stay hidden and uncrowded. Their loss.

c) Used to be massively underdeveloped for most of my childhood and teenage years. Now there are several malls and I can easily go to a McDonald’s, Burger King, and Starbucks right outside our village.

d) Because you basically have to drive through a mountain to get to the upper part of the city, it’s not the safest highway and fatal crashes are unfortunately common.

e) The city is known for its suman, except I hate Filipino rice cakes and this actually doesn’t do anything for me.

7. Five facts about your house.

a) It used to have a balcony until we had that transformed into another bedroom. So technically it is still a balcony; it just hasn’t had that purpose for a while now.

b) My mom used a little cheat in our dining room and installed a huge wall mirror. Most people visiting for the first time always note how much larger it made the room (and thus the house) look.

c) I live in a neighborhood where the houses are of the same model and look (think the Squidville episode from Spongebob). That said, balconies are included in all properties. When my parents decided to renovate ours and turn it into a room, so many houses slowly followed suit as well. It was amusing to see it unfold, knowing the idea undoubtedly originated from us. It was like a revolution.

d) We don’t have a gate, which irritates me to no end because it allows noisy neighborhood kids to just march and run around our property. Sometimes they even make it to our carport and backyard, ugh. :(

e) Speaking of backyard, the landscaping for it used to be a pebble mosaic designed to look like a swan. But over the years the quality deteriorated, so my parents to opted to have the pebbles crushed into tiny rocks and embedded onto the ground. I don’t exactly know what this technique is called, but yeah.

8. Five facts about your niece or nephew. If you have more than one, pick one. Or do them all! Skip if you don’t have one. I don’t have any, but I do have a godson so I’m going with him as I don’t want to leave any section blank.

a) He was born sometime in December. I honestly don’t remember when, loooooool. Worst godmother ever.

b) He’s actually one of my first cousins, but I guess my aunt saw something in me and wanted me to be his godson. I’ve been a terrible one, though; I’ve never bought him gifts or money or anything – to be fair, I was made a ninang when I was like, 14 or 15 lmao. But I can definitely make up for it now that I’m starting to earn my own money.

c) He’s the calmer, sweeter version of his older brother. His kuya was a pretty naughty kid when he was his age.

d) He mainly speaks English, as how most younger parents raise their kids these days. He understands Filipino of course, but he mostly communicates in English.

e) The last time I saw him, he was in the middle of a ridiculously adorable interviewing phase where he’d approach anyone in the family and start asking them a series of questions: what’s your favorite color? What food can’t you live without? What’s your favorite subject in school? Would you rather win $1 million dollars or know how to fly? It typically got exhausting after the 25th question, but it was so cute nonetheless. None of us have any idea where it came from.

9. Five facts about your education.

a) I went to a private, all-girls, Catholic school from kinder up to high school, and then moved to a public, co-educational, non-sectarian university for college. It was the very epitome of culture shock, lemme tell ya.

b) Some classes I had in my first school that might be uncommon in others have included penmanship (because my school has its own brand of cursive), environmental education, and I don’t remember what this next class was called anymore but we were basically taught how to write professionally? Like how to write cover letters and resumés and all.

c) My first school is extremely homophobic and went so far as to ‘hire’ spies tasked to check up on who’s been in same-sex relationships, list them all down, and report them to the guidance office so that they can be called one by one and be interrogated, and for the most part, pressured to come out. I don’t know if they still do this, but the younger batches are definitely more vocal and woke now thanks to social media and I doubt those practices would still fly today.

d) My university education was a breath of fresh air. Suddenly people were wearing sleeveless tops, mobs and rallies were a common sight to me, and my instructors were now atheist and not shoving Catholicism and Jesus and salvation down my throat. I loved every single day of it.

e) The most interesting class I took in college was a course called Pornography in Electronic Media, under the broadcast communication department. Getting to tell people I take a class where we sit down to watch porn was such a fucking ride.

10. Five facts about your job.

a) I got hired last Wednesday, but I had been interning for the company for around two months before they extended the offer.

b) I’m pretty much gonna be doing the same things I did as an intern, except I’m now accountable for any boo-boos I make HAHAHAHA. Also, I’m gonna be paid a lot more, obviously, which is sweet. I really thought we interns were severely underpaid considering the work that we help with on a daily basis.

c) My role is going to be with another department which is a little scary because it means the things I learned with the department I actually interned at will be pretty much useless. I’ll be starting from scratch again, but I’m still excited.

d) It’s a work-from-home situation, which is a relief for me because I don’t have to wake up early and I don’t have to face traffic.

e) My job interview for the position was actually a bit of a bomb because I absolutely fumbled with and messed up the first question I was asked; and since first impressions matter, I really thought I lost the gig from the very start of the interview. I made up for it as the interview continued and fortunately was able to break the ice and build a rapport with the team members who spoke with me, and I guess I did enough for them to want to take me in anyway.

For those who are curious, I blanked the fuck out when they asked “Tell me something about yourself that isn’t in your resumé.” Slowest 15 seconds of my life.

#survey #surveys

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meganshinsou-tm · 5 years

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↳ chapter three: lying from you

❧ genre: tattoo-shop/hitmen au | tattoo artist/hitman kirishima

❧ fic warning: major character(s) death; happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: none

❧ chapter song: Lying From You by Linkin Park

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"Who?"

Denki grit his teeth as electricity sparked from his palms, "(Y/N), you asshole! What did you say to her to make her cry!"

Kirishima's face went from amused to blank. Even if making you hate him was his end goal, he never meant to make you cry.

Sighing, the red-head went back to cleaning up his mess from before, finally setting his tattoo machine and used utensils back on the tray. Kaminari wasn't happy with his lack of response and sent a bolt of electricity to the metal rolling tray. Kirishima was fast enough to remove his hands from the object and gave the yellow-haired male a look of disbelief.

"Dude what the fuck is your problem! You hardly even know the girl, now you want to fight for her?"

"Whether I know her or not, it's uncool to make a woman cry you moron. You've been a real dick to her ever since she stepped foot in here, for no reason! What the fuck is your problem!"

The two glared at each other and were at a stand-off. Sero and Bakugou had finally made their way to the room, both stopping at the doorway and staring at their friends who were in a fighting stance. Sero went to break everything up but the blonde held him back by the shoulder. He wanted to see how this played out, to confirm his suspicions.

Kirishima looked over Denki's shoulder to Bakugou.

"Are you gonna let him really just start some random fight with me over some dumb girl, right here?"

Kirishima’s words only added fuel to Denki's fire and the electric male lunged at him. Kiri was taken off guard and actually tackled to the ground. Immediately Denki was using his quirk to subdue his much stronger friend. Kirishima hissed and growled as he was legitimately shocked a few times before he could harden his skin and pushed Denki off of him.

"What did you say ass-wipe," Denki sneered as he threw a punch to Kirishima's jaw.

As if a strike of luck, Kirishima had let go of his quirk the second before the incoming fist made contact with his face. Shockingly the hit rocked him on his heels, his hand went up to rub his jaw as he moved it around. Rage finally settled in his veins when Denki smirked and chuckled at him. A “you fucker,” came from his lips before he lunged at his friends waist and drove him into the ground, causing them both to slide to Sero and Bakugou's feet. Quickly, Kiri had his foe turned over on his stomach and his arms pinned behind his back, holding his face to the ground.

"I said we didn't need her around here, and we don't! You all fucking know that! Why are you suddenly letting some pretty pair of eyes make you forget what we really are huh? When I said we need someone to work here, I meant someone like us, not some random girl that can be a liability," Kirishima growled looking up from Denki and to his other friends.

A booted foot came into contact with his forehead, forcefully pushing him off of Denki. Sero bent down and helped his friend up to his feet. Bakugou smirked and walked over to Kirishima, crouching before him, both sets of red eyes burning holes into the others soul.

"You don't think I thought about that dipshit? Sure taking this job will put her in danger, but who better to protect her then us huh, and I know you'd be the first fucking one to take a bullet for her if it came down to it, wouldn't you?"

The red-heads eyes widened and he gulped.

In the background Sero groaned at the sudden realization, Denki of course was still left behind. He quirked a yellow brow at his friend and questioned what that meant. Sero rolled his black eyes and flicked Denki's forehead.

"He's fucking in love with her you moron."

"What? If he likes her so much then why was he being a massive dick to her," Denki replied throwing his hands up.

"I don't fucking love that brat, far from it," Kirishima growled and pushed Bakugou away so he could stand to his feet.

"Not yet at least," Bakugou chuckled and stood up.

Kirishima ignored the blonde and went to discarding the used needles and equipment from your tattoo session. He couldn't believe what was happening to him right now. Of course Bakugou would be the one to see right through him, it's been that way for years.

The red-head may look and seem intimidating from the outside, but deep down he was a major teddy bear and believed in shit like love and finding the one. It only depressed him even more knowing that that life would probably never happen for him, not in his line of work. It was too dangerous for him to get attached and reciprocate feelings for another, to let them into his life. He already had five other people to worry about, he didn't need to add you to the list. Not after they all had failed one of their leaders already.

"Anyone have a way of getting in contact with her," Bakugou questioned, making Kirishima freeze and turn around.

Denki immediately spoke up and waved his phone in the air, "I got lil'mama's number right here!"

"Okay, how did you get her number before me or plain face over here," Bakugou questioned and snatched the phone from his hand.

Kaminari just smiled and ruffled his hair, "A good player never reveals his tricks of the trade gentlemen, I'm sorry."

Sero scoffed and slapped the back of the yellow-haired males head, causing him to yelp and glare.

"You're no player Kami, just a dumbass."

"Thems fighting words man, wanna go?"

Sero chuckled and quickly pulled Denki under his arm in a choke hold, ruffling his hair and teasing about how he just got his ass kicked by Kirishima. Denki struggled under Sero's wonky elbow and whined to be freed.

"That's enough idiots. Denki, get ahold of (Y/N), see if she wants to grab coffee or something with you and Sero and you two get her back here ready to work," Bakugou commanded tossing the phone back to Denki.

Kirishima growled and stormed towards Bakugou, fuming and steaming at the ears, "Are you fucking serious? Didn't I just say –"

"Yeah I heard ya shitty hair, but you don't make the decisions around here!"

"Neither do you asshole," Kirishima replied as he went to punch Bakugou.

The blonde deflected his attack by grabbing his wrist and bringing his knee up to Kirishima's torso with so much force he hunched over and gasped for air. Holding and twisting his arm back, Bakugou leaned in close to Kirishima's ear.

"No I don't, I didn't want that shitty title, but I do have his ear in all the final decisions. I'm also your elder and I think you need to remember your fucking place before I have to remind you."

Kirishima panted and side eyed the blonde who was grinning at him. Sero and Denki both whistled and looked everywhere but the altercation happening before them, swaying back and forth on their heels as they tried to keep from snickering.

"You and I both know we need some extra help up here if we want to find the fucker that killed Yagi. Having a plain normal girl will help to keep our own 'normal' image up, plus she's destined to bring in more business with that quirk of hers and maybe we can finally get out of this shitty role. You can have everything you want, including her, without any worries or fears. Until then you know we always protect our own, and no one will even think about touching a pretty little hair on her pretty little head. Do I make myself clear?"

Kirishima grunted and pulled, but Bakugou's grip only tightened.

The red-head didn't want to give in, he didn't want you around at all. He knew he'd go crazy having to see your face every day, smell your intoxicating scent and hear your sweet voice. He'd be forced to see that damned smile and those massive eyes. You'd become the death of him, and Bakugou was right, no matter how much he wanted you to hate him, he'd still take a bullet for you.

Kirishima didn't know why he was so head over heels for you already, maybe it really was love at first sight. Since seeing your unhealed scar, he felt the need to protect you, to know more and to go find the monster who did that to you. You'd be so much better off had you not walked into that shop, now you had everyone intrigued and gunning for your return and stay. Kirishima knew he'd be outnumbered and knew he should quit while he was ahead.

Sighing and finally relaxing, Kirishima nodded, "Crystal."

Bakugou immediately released his friend and helped him to stand straight again, nudging his shoulder with a grin before turning to Sero and Denki.

Raising his hand, Denki cleared his throat before speaking, "Not that I'm complaining or anything but why do we have to fix his fuck up?"

"Because you idiot, you really think she wants to talk to this asshole again? I expect you at least try to apologize to (Y/N) the next time you see her. We're a family here, we don't have to like each other but we respect each other, got it?"

All three of the men in the room nodded and agreed with their elder. Before leaving, Bakugou made sure to remind Denki of his task and that he'd be making his own phone call. Sero followed after the blonde, leaving Denki and Kirishima to their selves.

Kirishima turned and started to clean up his studio, grabbing disinfectant and spraying down the tattoo chair. Denki walked over and took the bottle and sprayed the empty tray and counter tops before taking some paper towels from the red-head. They worked together cleaning the room before Kirishima gathered his things and they headed out.

"Look I'm sorry bro. I didn't know your reasoning. I just lose it when I see someone crying. I just got this overwhelming big brother vibe and I wanted to defend her."

Kirishima smiled and placed a hand on his friends shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "It's no problem man, I needed my ass kicked. It wasn't manly of me to treat her that way, but it's all I can think to do."

"So does this mean you're still going to be an ass to her?"

Kiri nodded and frowned, "I can't let her think she has a chance, not if it means endangering her life. The less she knows about us the better. If me being a jerk to her will make it easier for her to leave when the time comes then I'll do it. I don't want another body to bury."

Denki sighed and shrugged his shoulders, "Bakugou is right though, we'll protect her, so why not change?"

"It's complicated dude, and I'm tired. Let's just drop it."

The two had finally made their way back to the front of the shop. Sero and Bakugou were talking among themselves before turning to look at them, who had obviously made up by now. Denki and Kirishima gave each other a firm fist bump and the yellow-haired male smiled and chuckled before crossing his arms behind his head and sauntering to his other friends.

"Well my dudes, until Rockhead over here stops acting so dumb, that little dime is free real-estate!"

You sighed and checked the time on your phone as you walked from the vehicle and towards a coffee shop. You looked at the name of the shop before re-reading the text Denki had sent you, just to make sure it was the right place.

A gust of chilly wind flew by, making your scarf almost fly away until a familiar cheerful voice sounded off.

"I got it cutie!"

Turning around a smile grew on your face upon seeing Denki jog your way with scarf in hand as his other clasped the collar of his coat close to his face. Sero trotted behind him pulling his beanie over his ears. You were happy to see both of their friendly faces and eagerly gave them both a hug, Denki went the extra mile and pecked your cheek, making you blush and playfully shove him.

"Let's get your cute butt inside before you freeze to death," he suggested and motioned you towards the door.

Sero ran to open it for you and nodded when you gave him a 'thank you'. Once inside the three of you ordered drinks, to which Sero insisted on paying for. There was no arguing since Denki pulled you away and to a table close by a window, leaving the black-haired male on his own. You gave him an apologetic smile and you could swear he blushed. Denki pulled your stool out and took your hand gently to help you up and onto it. He sat in a stool right next to you and rather close, making your knees brush and flashing you a literal heart stopping smile.

"Okay Denki, why am I here? I can just tell you have something up your sleeve."

"Aww, what if I genuinely wanted to spend time with you cutie, would that be so bad," he questioned and batted his lashes.

"No, it wouldn't but you're really laying on the charm right now, and if you wanted to spend time with me, I think you'd want to alone. Sero being here has me suspicious, like he's your wing-man for something."

Denki smirked and brushed back a strand of (h/c) hair that fell in your face. "Alright shorty, you got me. We're on a mission, to get you back into the shop and working for us."

If you had your drink you would've spit it out instantly from the laughter spewing from your mouth. At the right time Sero had popped up, drinks in hand and asked what was so funny.

"You two thinking that I'd even consider working at that shop, that's what's funny."

"Aww, come on (Y/N), hear us out please, if we don't return with good news Bakugou is bound to throttle us!"

You quirked a brow and sipped on your warm tea, Sero sat down on the opposite side of you and Denki.

Why Bakugou wanted you there so bad had you intrigued. He was the one to mention it and offer the spot to you but you didn't understand why he seemed so hellbent on getting you back there. Or why any of them did, except for that red-headed jerk. If he wasn't there you honestly wouldn't think twice about the job. Who wouldn't love to work in a shop full of drop dead gorgeous tattooed men, overbearingly flirty ones at that.

"What does Bakugou want with me?"

Denki chuckled and raised a brow, "Among many things, he mainly wants you to work for us. Be our image when people first walk into the door."

"Remember I told you, we don't get a lot of female clientele," Sero questioned before taking a sip of his coffee. "Our shop can be the nicest and most modern looking shop on the street, but when most chicks walk in and see Bakugou's mad face or Kirishima's soul crushing eyes they tuck tail and run in the opposite direction. We thought if we had someone cute, feminine, sweet looking then maybe it could bring in more business. Plus, we have some other things going on as well, and having an extra hand around to answer the phone, emails, make appointments and such would be a major help."

You looked at your cup, the tip of your fingers tracing the rim of it as you took in Sero's words. You wanted to help them out, really. Being new to the area, you could use the job, the money, the friends. Also working with a band of heavily tattooed and intimidating looking guys wouldn't be so bad for other reasons. You just couldn't get over the fact though that Kiri seemed to despise you so much, for no reason. He went as far as to say the job wasn't even real and –

"I thought you guys didn't need me," you coldly replied, remembering the way Kiri said it to you.

Denki placed his hand on your forearm and Sero placed his on yours that laid on the table. You didn't flinch or seem taken off guard, you felt comfortable around these guys. You looked up to see Sero softly smiling at you with a gentle squeeze of your hand.

"Look, I know Kirishima was a jackass to you and you don't deserve that at all."

"Damn straight you don't, in fact I defended your honor and opened up a can of whoop ass on him," Denki chimed in.

"You didn't," you replied with a snort.

"He tried, Kiri won though, but it was a valiant gesture," Sero nodded and smiled at Denki. "Even Bakugou chewed him out for you. You see (Y/N), one of us may be a total dick, but the rest of us have your back. We'll keep his hard-headed ass in line, I'll tape his mouth shut if I need to, Denki will attempt to shock the shit out of him and Bakugou will blast him into oblivion."

A smile spread across your face from Sero and Denki trying their hardest to butter you up and get you to say yes. They were completely at your mercy.

You turned to look at the golden eyed man next to you, he smiled and laid his head on your shoulder, whimping like a puppy, pouting his bottom lip. You and Sero both laughed and looked at each other, he gave you a flat lipped smile and pleading expression. Both the men were doing a damn good job at being cute and irresistible, no wonder Bakugou sent them together, it was a fool proof plan.

"I'll even bring you breakfast every morning," Sero added.

"And I'll bring you lunch!" Denki nearly shouted.

Biting on your lip you thought it over, mainly about how you'd deal with Kirishima. You couldn't just ignore and stoop down to his level of petty. You still wanted to try and make nice with him, maybe it was an off day and there was hope. Something about him made you want to try and try, even if it meant meeting rejection at each turn. He was a challenge no doubt and you sort of liked that. Plus the offerings of free food helped.

"Please, with a cherry on top," they both sung in unison.

You sighed and bit your lip, trying to hide the goofy smile that wanted to surface.

"Goddammit, okay fine! I'll do it!"

"SHE'S GONNA DO IT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! SHE'S DOING IT," Kaminari yelled and threw his hands up into the air, making you and everyone else in the quiet coffee shop jump.

You tugged on the hem of his shirt and yanked him back into his seat quickly, placing your hand over his mouth with wide eyes as you chuckled.

"Shut the fuck up you crazy person!"

Denki smiled and grabbed your wrist, pulling it off of his mouth and placing a kiss to the top of it. You blushed and pinched his cheek before leaning forward and placing a kiss to it. The male thought he died and went to heaven as he hummed and went all starry eyed.

"Thank you Denki, for defending me."

"I'll do it over and over again if it means I get more of those!"

"Hey, you already have her number and got a kiss, give the rest of us a shot man!"

You looked at Sero and smiled, brushing your thumb on his hand that still held yours. For the remainder of your get together, Sero went over what your duties at the shop would be.

Real simple stuff, keeping the place clean, answering the phone and replying to emails. Going out and getting supplies when they needed them, to which one of the guys would always tag along and help. He also asked if you'd be okay with using your quirk on their not so pleasant customers with low pain tolerances. You agreed, it was nothing to do really and made you feel needed even more. The shop was open pretty much every day but you were allowed to take any days off you wanted, it wouldn't really be an issue.

After the three of you finished your drinks you decided it was time to get back home. Denki got up and helped you down from your stool while Sero grabbed your coat and helped to put it on you. Both men hooked their arms through yours and walked you back out into the cold to your vehicle.

You hugged Denki and kissed his cheek again before he took the key from Sero and ran to their vehicle to get it warming up. Turning, you looked at Sero who smiled. A gasp came out of your mouth when a snowflake landed right on your eye lash and made you shudder. Quickly Sero held your face in one hand and gently removed the snow flake with his fingers. You both blushed at each other when you blinked and his thumbs brushed your cheeks.

"Now is your last chance to back out, I know we laid it on pretty thick in there but if you're really uncomfortable then you can say no. I know Kirishima really hurt you the other day and we're all terribly sorry for that. He shouldn't treat any one that way."

You smiled and placed a hand over Sero's and winked, "I'm fine now Sero, really. It means a lot to have you, Denki and Bakugou back me up on this and to seek me out. I can handle myself though, I won't let Kiri get to me."

"If he does, you just come and find one of us."

You nodded and hugged the sweet black eyed male, he hugged you back and made you feel extremely warm and wanted. Before pulling away he kissed the top of your head and opened your car door. You placed a kiss on his cheek before getting in and shutting the door behind you. A massive triangular smile was plastered on his face as you started the car and drove away. Sero knew that eventually, Kirishima would be one lucky guy.

Kirishima walked down the sidewalk, hands in his coat pockets and eyes looking at the ground. His fingers dug around briefly to grasp the shop keys in his pocket as he got closer to the door. The wind nipped at his face and he pulled this collar of the coat up to shield his cheeks while his other hand inserted the key into the lock. Behind him he could hear the sound of a car door opening and closing before the horn went off as it locked. Footsteps were heard closing in near him.

"We don't open for a couple more hours," he spoke without even looking.

"That's cool," a sweet and sarcastic voice replied.

The red-head stopped what he was doing and turned his face to glance next to him. There you stood, cheeks and nose already pink from the ice-cold air. Strands of your (h/c) hair flew around your face as your eyes squinted from the gust of wind and snow. You licked your cold and dry lips before peeking an eye open to him.

"It's really cold out here Kiri," you finally spoke in a strained tone.

His brain finally started to function again and his hand turned the key in the lock. Kirishima quickly opened the door and motioned for you to walk inside, you thanked him and did so with a sprint. Once inside you could feel your body instantly defrosting, rubbing your arms as you shook the snow from your body. A chuckle was heard behind you, making your ears perk and you looked to see Kirishima smirking.

"What - are you a dog or something?"

Instantly your smile turned upside down and you rolled your eyes and removed your coat. Kirishima rose a brow when you revealed a black caged suspender skirt with a white t-shirt underneath. The caged straps of the skirt rested right under your breasts only accentuating them more. The hem of it hit you just above the knees. You walked behind the counter to place your coat on the chair, red eyes watching as your hips swayed.

"Oh hey, of course you're early! I got you breakfast, just like I promised!"

Kirishima quickly awoke from his trance when Sero's voice filled the room along with the bell on the door. Sero patted his back as he passed him and went behind the counter. You still had snow in your hair and Sero placed your food on the counter-top and helped to flick it out of the way, your eyes and lips smiled up at him from the intimate gesture, making Kirishima green with envy already.

Sero brushed a lock of hair out of your eyes and you thanked him. When he pulled away and discarded his own coat, you rubbed the side of your neck and looked at Kirishima, standing there and staring. You offered him a smile to which he didn't return, making your heart shrink just a bit.

The bell on the door went off again and in walked Bakugou. Coffees in his hands and an orange folder in his mouth. Your heart grew again once his red eyes noticed you and smiled with the folder hanging from his teeth. He walked over to Kirishima and nodded for him to take the object, the red-head took it and looked at the front before tucking it under his arm. Bakugou offered Kirishima a coffee and walked towards you behind the counter. Sero took one for himself and went to plop down on one of the couches. You smiled when Bakugou placed himself before you and smirked devilishly down on you.

"Looks like you couldn't stay away after all huh princess?"

Blushing and biting your lip you smiled.

"Well when you send two of the cutest agents out to butter me up, I kind of didn't have a choice, plus they both offered me free food."

Sero yelled out a 'guilty' in the background and you giggled. Bakugou chuckled and handed you a coffee, when your hand reached out to take it he pulled it back and teased you, holding it out of your reach. Kirishima rolled his eyes, drinking his own coffee as he watched Bakugou blatantly flirting with you.

"Bakugou~", you whined and reached.

Both men had vastly different reactions to the sound of your needy whine, Kirishima felt his blood boiling and Bakugou was eating it up with a shit-eating grin.

Finally the blonde gave in and handed the coffee to you, along with a kiss to your cheek. You blushed immediately and shyly thanked him as he pinched your chin. Kirishima let out an exaggerated sigh and went to walk behind the counter to his studio, except you and Bakugou were blocking his way. The blonde grinned and threw an arm around your shoulders, walking you both to the side and out of the red-heads way as he motioned for him to walk by. Kirishima gave you a look and you couldn't decipher what it held. His hand shoved Bakugou's shoulder as he brushed past the two of you and around the corner disappearing from your sight.

Bakugou squeezed your shoulder and ruffled your hair, making a smile return to your face.

"You're one of us now princess. Ready to get your first day started?"

"Oh, I'm ready!"

#crimson ink #tattoo shop au #hitman au #kirishima eijirou x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #reader x everyone #bakusquad #slow burn

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fictional-lover01 · 5 years

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Michael Myers NSFW alphabet

A/N: Artwork belongs to @irageneveart

A: aftercare- this boy is a steel machine, he rarely shows emotions or any form of expression; but he’ll always put you first. He loves you even if he doesn’t show it, so...he’ll do cuddling mostly but on the rare occasion he’ll take a bath with you to relax.

B: Body part (his & yours) - Ngl, he probably really enjoys his hands 😉 bc they’re just that delicious size where it can wrap around your neck and his strength with definitely leave bruises all over. As for you, I believe he enjoys everything about you (hence why you’re alive and w/ him) but if he had to pick a part I’d say eyes. I feel like since he’s also expressing little to no emotions he loves to see that love you have for him that’s just shining, he loves to see how happy and comfortable you are with him through your eyes; ya know like the eyes are the key to the soul kinda thing.

C: Cum- I swear to everything that I love; this man LOVES to be able to cum inside you. Like tell me otherwise. To me I think he’d feel so smug/proud that you’re his and wants to prove it constantly so he likes to cum in you as a way of “marking his territory” that and I think he’s got a breeding king tbh.

D: Dirty Secret- tbh I can’t really think of any but ima make a guess and say if he isn’t wearing his mask yank on that hair, tug and just run your fingers through it. It’ll make him feel content trust meh. Also drag those nails(even if you dont have much) down his back, he’d enjoy the feeling.

E: Experience- boy has been locked up and hasn’t really expressed any sexual desires in any (healthy) form. So even though he might know what sex is and how its done, you’ll likely lead the first time.

F: Favorite Position - Depends, if he’s feeling a more romantic atmosphere between you two and he’s not fueled by adrenaline he’d probably fuck you in missionary or the lotus position. The positions are more romantic and allows him to hold you close to him( which probs makes him want to cry out in happiness bc he’s never been shown love). However, if he’s riled up for any kind of reasons (teasing/killing spree/etc) he’d take you standing up, doggy, or missionary as well. With standing it’d allow him full control, he could hold you in front of a mirror, against a window, wall or just standing straight up with your legs either up iver his shoulders or grasped tightly in his hands or even around his waist. As for doggy, this position is for when he is in beast mode and ready to see you whimper and cry for him and just become putty just for him. Missionary would allow close contact but he’d also be able to just fucking fold you and make you cry out all night.

G: Goofy - Michael is not a man to joke....or at least in a humor sense while fucking you. He would keep it serious in a way where he radiates;

Be a good Girl/Boy

Im in control

Reward or Punishment

You’ll be nothing but putty in less than a minute

(Like you cannot tell me Michael doesn’t just scream Daddy)

H: Hair - Boy has probably (most likely) never shaved or trimmed in his life (maybe). So I’d say he has a bush down there but I would assume it wouldnt be outta control ya know what I mean? Also he’d likely start trimming it here and there when he wasnt out killing and bc he has a S/o so he doesn’t want to look like a total mess.

I: Intimacy - As he had never been loved truly, the fact that you’re willingly loving him both ohysically and emotionally he’d want to have you close to him as much as possible. He’ll hold you so damn close even afterwards (considering he never shows his emotions its also a way to express to you his adoration for you).

J: Jack off/masturbation- Nope. He’s aware that he can do it when you’re out and not home but tbh he’d just wait till you got back or he would go out to find you and either bring you back or find a secluded place to fuck you.

K: Kink-

DADDY

Hair tugging

Rope/light bondage (for you)

Choking

Spanking

Teasing

L: Location - He’s a killer, he doesn’t care where you two fuck; but he’d likely prefer at home or outdoors in the wooded areas. And he’d fuck you anywhere it does not matter. Though he does enjoy it being at home where he can make you scream all he wants with no problems and anywhere in the house too.

M: Motivation (turn ons/gets em goin) - Just you, your smile, your laugh, your body just everything about you.

N: NO - No toys for either of you. It just doesn’t feel right to him. And no dominating him, he’s a big guy so he just can’t see or ever imagine you taking control of the situation.

O: Oral (Receiving/Giving)- Down for both, prefers giving bc he enjoys seeing you wither away as he’s eating you out. Not to mention if you start pulling on that hair of his or even start to close your thighs around his head whooooo boi....you’re in for a treat.

P: Pace - He will start slow and it’ll be fine and dandy then he’d start picking up the pace. But it all depends, sometimes he’ll start fast then slow as a way to tease you and keep you from cumming.

Q: Quickie (Y/N) - Always down but its only when you two are busy(mostly you) or out in public. He’d rather having you in his grasp at home or somewhere he can spend however long as he wants though.

R: Risk (Game 4 experimentation?) - He’s probably down for anything at least once.

S: stamina (How long can they go?) - He has yet to die so I believe this man can go for as long as he wants. All night? Prepare to not walk for a couple days. A couple hours everyday? You’re gonna need help around the house. An entire day? Say goodbye to all the task you had to get done and say hello to your bed cause 1) you wont be leaving it and 2) you won’t be able to move after that. If you pass out or anyhing of the sorts Michael will continue on non stop till he feels like he should so uh, ya good luck with that.

T: Toy - No. plain and simple no for both on you and him, he feels it’s saying as if he’s not enough for you when in reality he can wreck you and keeo you that way for a couple days to a week.

U: Unfair (Tease level) - SUCH A MASSIVE TEASE. Bitch will tease you throughout the day even until you’re dragging him to the bedroom or wherever. But if you tease him just be prepared for punishment, keep teasing and you’ll lose all feeling in your legs and hip.

V: Volume (How loud are they/You) - He won’t be loud, grunts here and there but otherwise he’s focused on making you scream till you lose your voice.

W: Wild Card (Random HC) - Michael is a jelly boi, so much that if anyone; female or male looks at you in a way he doesn’t approve of they will die. Of course you will have to make sure he doesn’t keep killing people who just look at you or even breath the same air as you.

X: X-Ray (Size?) - Big Boi = Big dick. Michael might not have grith but he has length, and that in itself is enough to have you keen.

Y: Yearning( How high is their sex drive?) - Having been locked up and kept aware from any sexual attention, after the first time between you and him it’ll be alot to handle. Like ALOT cause he’ll be focused on you so his sex drive is pretty high, it all just depends on how he’s feeling.

Z: 💤 (How quick they fall asleep) - Since he did destroy you he’ll rest for a bit before doing the chores you were gonna do, or he’ll just stay in bed with you, eyes roaming over your figure for a bit before actually falling asleep.

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natashaashleymarvelromanoff · 4 years

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ISGYB - Oneshots

The Most Beautiful Sight

link to my masterlist for my original story and other one-shots --> Masterlist

Never in a million years did she think she would ever see this place again.

She thought herself privileged to even see this room in the first place 6 years ago. And she would have been grateful if it was just that one time. But yet, here she was, once again. On the 21st of April 2025.

Sitting in a hospital bed, holding her daughter. Her daughter.

The daughter she thought she'd never had. The daughter she was currently holding just because of steve. Steve, the man who came back to her. The man she loved. The man who gave her the best things in her world. Things she could only have ever dreamed of having years ago. Her son James and her daughter. Sarah

As she tiredly gazes down at the little one in her arms, Natasha can only focus on her little girls face. Sarah's mouth was slightly open and her tongue only just poking out. Her skin was so pink and new. Not to mention the full head of hair she already had. All of it red. Just as deep as hers. But her eyes. They were all steves, Not a single fleck of green.

It was quite amazing how both of her children were blessed with different features. Both of them the opposite of each other. But still, both perfect.

Steve had been by her side every second. Holding her hand, stroking the sweaty pieces of hair out of her face. Even sitting behind her and rubbing her back through each contraction. It didn't matter how much she had shouted at him or squeezed his hand. He never left her side. To be fair, this was the first time he had ever experienced this. He wanted to do everything right. The only time he had left her side was just about 10 minutes ago.

Some of their friends and family had come to the hospital to be there for the two of them, and some had stayed back. Two of which were looking after James for them whilst they were at the hospital.

After she had gone into labour, she and Steve had instantly called the dynamic duo, bucky and sam to ask if they would take James to the compound for a while until the baby was born. To which they both happily obliged. They'd also been tasked with babysitting duty by tony and pepper too, taking care of morgan also so they could come to the hospital. It wasn't long ago that the two avengers had made their way over with both kids, and Natasha guessed that right now, morgan had probably run over to her parents and was asking a million questions about her and the baby, and steve was excitedly trying to tell James about herself and the baby whilst also trying to break up whatever argument or bickering that sam and bucky had gotten themselves into again.

Which left her here. In her room, holding her baby girl.

But then the door started to open, Natasha's eyes snapped up, expecting to see her son and steve making their way in but to her utter surprise it was neither. The person who had walked into her room was an older woman. With a face that Natasha instantly recognised.

Elizabeth?

Surprise was shown on her Natasha's face instantly whereas the older lady's face showed happiness.

“Elizabeth?” Natasha whispered over her breath. The midwife heard and just waved a hand, coming closer into the room until she was at Natasha bedside.

“Oh, I'm surprised you remembered this old face of mine.” Natasha let herself smile at Elizabeth’s teasing, but her eyes remained soft with respect and adoration.

“Of course I would, you helped me a lot that day.” Elizabeth’s smile remained wide.

“It's so good to see you again. When the ladies told me that Natasha Romanoff was in this room I just had to come and see for myself.”

The redhead let out a small laugh at that, being careful not to move her body so she wouldn't disturb her baby. Sarah wasn't asleep but Natasha didn't want to cause her to cry by any sudden movements. The baby seemed quite content just sitting awake listening to the woman speak.

“I didn't realise all those years ago who you were. I'm getting old, I don’t keep up with superhero stuff as the kids do. But when everyone came back and the news told us all about what happened, who saved everyone. It clicked. Your little boy, his father was Captain America.”

Natasha nodded, deciding to listen to all the midwife had to say.

“You brought everyone back, including him. That little one your holding…”

“Yeah, she is,” Natasha answers her question before she can even ask. She knew the midwife was struggling to find the words to ask. A question of if her and steve reunited and if the baby she is holding is theirs.

At Natasha's answer, Elizabeth's smile gets even bigger. Over the moon that Natasha and steve had once again come back to each other and created a new life.

“Oh, that's amazing. I'm truly happy for you, both of you. How is your son? He must be so big now than when I saw him.”

“He's amazing. Just like his dad. Steves bringing him to see us soon. He just turned 6.”

“6? Oh, I am getting old.” Elizabeth laughs along with Natasha. Still amazed to realise that little James is now 6. But soon she remembers why she came up to see the redhead. Papers and documents. Just like last time. In her daze of laughter, Elizabeth leans over to pull the table out at Natasha's side, placing the papers on top. But before she can get a chance to sign them, the door opens once more.

Both women turn their heads, the sound of steps filling their ears as a tall man holding a child make their way into the room.

“Mommy!”

Natasha beams at her little boy in steves arms, glad to finally see him again. Steves reaction is just like hers, happy to finally be back with his family. In his entrance, he sees the midwife and offers her a smile. Steve just thought she was a nurse who came by to check on Natasha and the baby. Natasha had told him about the day James was born but she only vaguely mentioned this woman.

“I'm Elizabeth, I was just bringing some papers for you both to sign for the little one. I can leave you for a moment and come back, don't worry. And congratulations.” Natasha gave a nod to Elizabeth, thanking her for leaving them to have a moment.

“Oh thank you, and nice to meet you Elizabeth.” steve quickly returned her gesture. Feeling rude not too.

Elizabeth gives him a quick nod and also one to Natasha, leaving the room and closing the door, giving them all the privacy they needed.

Interrupting the little moment of silence is James. His face glowing brightly as he looked at his mother and the small blanket she had in her arms.

“Mommy is that her?” glancing down at her arms, Natasha checks the baby is still awake, only to be met with the clear blue that tells her she is.

“She sure is.” steve instantly walks over to Natasha, carrying James over so he can get a better look at his sister.

“James, this is your sister. Sarah.” steve proudly announces. Just like he had with pepper and tony. Natasha had never seen a sight like it. Both Steve and James looking at the baby she was holding with nothing but love in their eyes, James filled with more excitement at meeting her for the first time. then, carefully pushing the pull out table aside, steve gently moves James in his arms, getting him into a position so he'll be able to sit properly at his mother side. James is very careful once he's sat, for a moment he just sits there and stares at the baby. In awe at seeing her.

The paper finally returning to his mind, steve asks.

“Hey what are those papers for?”

“Oh, just Sarah's birth certificate and the other documents. I can fill it out later,” she explains as she carefully moves Sarah in her arms so James can see her better.

“Hey, I can do it, don't worry.” steve insists, but Natasha raises an eyebrow and smirks at him.

“You better not mess up her name steven.” steve gapes in the offence, his mouth giving her a slight smile at her teasing.

“I'm not gonna mess it up, I know how to spell it.”

“Mh hm” he knows she's only playing with him, her little humming pretending to second guess him. He lets out a small laugh and takes the papers from the pull-out table, taking them over to the guest table at the side of the room. After looking over the few documents and signing them, he finally gets to the birth certificate. Natasha had told him that she struggled to sign his name when she had James since he was gone. He knew she wouldn't have a problem this time around and neither did he. Writing in both the mother collum and the mother Collum he easily writes Natasha Romanoff and then steves rogers. As he does his face has the biggest smile he can muster.

It's official. Really official. His name is right there. Under father. He couldn't help but feel a massive amount of pride shine through him. That was his name, signed big and clear. After letting his excitement get the better of him, he finally gets to his daughters part. His daughter. It's still so incredible and stunning to think that not only does he have a son, but also a daughter. His little girl.

Speaking of which, as he goes to fill out her section and write out her name he looks up from the paper, his eyes instantly landing on the 3 most important people in his life. Natasha, James and Sarah. As he watched them he sees Natasha gently wrap her arm around James to pull him closer so he can see right up close and cuddle up to his mother. Shes also talking in hushed tones with him, explaining that he has to be very careful with her since she's so small and new. James sits staring up at his mother listening to her every word like gospel. Eventually, with Natasha encouragement, he slowly lets Sarah grab hold of his finger, letting her hold onto him as she curiously looks around.

It's the most beautiful sight he could ever see. Will ever see. And he's never felt so lucky. So blessed in his life.

Glancing back down to the birth certificate he readies his pen to finally write.

Sarah Anastasia Carol rogers.

A name they both agreed on, he had no quarrels at all with his daughter carrying his mother's name, Natasha had insisted on it actually, they also chose her Natasha's mother's name and also carols. Natasha had told him nearly everything about those 5 years, that carol was the first one to find out about her being pregnant with James and how comforting she had been. Natasha thought it was only right she gives her daughter the name of someone that helped her so much when she needed it. And steve more than respected the other captain. In fact, they had become great friends. Bonding over their similar experiences in life. It was only fitting.

So after finally finishing his daughter's papers, steve stands back up and walks around Natasha's other side, gently wrapping his right arm around her shoulders as he half sits on the bed.

As Steve looked down at his daughter, the soldier could only think about how beautiful his daughter was. And that she got it all from her mother. He knew one day, when she was older she would look exactly like Natasha. Her full head of bright red hair was already evidence of that. Taking his free arm, he moves his hand so that he can caress his daughters head, softly stroking her hair. Leaning forward, he gently places a kiss onto her head. To which she just squirms in her mother's arms and squeezes James's finger tighter.

“Shes really strong mommy” he giggles

Letting of a small huff of laughter Natasha leans over to kiss his forehead and answeres back

“You were the same when you were little too baby.”

As the mother and father sit in silence for a few seconds whilst James talks to his little sister, steve furrows his eyebrows in remembrance. The midwife.

“the midwife that was here, Elizabeth. did you know her?”

“Yeah, I did. She was the same midwife that brought me James's birth certificate back then too.” the smile on Natasha's face was bright as she explained who Elizabeth was.

“She was really kind, talking to her was what I needed, and she gave me some really good advice. I never forgot it.”

A bittersweet smile graces his face, he would forever regret not being there for Natasha, even if it was beyond his control. But Natasha was strong. She did it all by herself. She raised James to be such a good little boy with a pure heart. And he was here now. That's all that mattered in the end. He came back. And he was given the best things in life. Natasha could practically see his thoughts all over his face, so she just leaned in closer to him. Their noses gently touching as she captured his lips into a kiss. And as soon as she did, she could feel his tenseness melt away. Instead just sinking into the kiss. After a few seconds, they pulled away. Quickly focusing on James and Sarah, as she began to wriggle more and more stretching her legs and James giggling that she would keep pulling o his finger and making noises.

Soon enough the four were eventually joined by tony and pepper once again, with a ecstatic morgan and also by sam and bucky who were also excited to see their new niece. And not surprisingly it didn't take long for then to start arguing over who was going to be the best uncle. But what they didn't know what that, thor and the guardians were making their way back to earth to see them too, and no doubt thor would join in on the argument too, boasting that he was, in fact, James's favourite uncle so it would only make sense he shall be Sarah's too.

Natasha grimaced at the thought. She was never going to catch a break with these boys.

But she wouldn't have it any other way.

#romanogers #natasha romanoff #Steve Rogers #james rogers #Bucky Barnes #sam wilson #tony stark #pepper potts #morgan stark #Carol Danvers #anastasia #Black Widow #captain america #Captain Marvel #the winter soldier #the falcon #sarah rogers #im so glad you're back

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buns-with-a-book · 4 years

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Meeting Dante

It’s wahoo pizza man time. This Dante is post DMC3 but preDMC1, so he’s still that wild child we all know and love.

Towards the end, a waulking song is mentioned. To put it simply, it’s a Scottish Gaelic work song, primarily in the cleaning of wool. They’re simple songs meant to keep up the pace of tedious work.

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, OC Tags: @nimnox @furyeclipse @synchronmurmurs

Summary: At eighteen, she was an unhappy bride. At nineteen, she’s a happier mercenary. Her life is just about to get crazy.

“Heh, happy birthday to me.” Cassandra hummed, kneeling down in the shadows of the balmy summer forest. Ever since she had left the walls of Eternis Brillia, she had relished the freedom she had. Of course, she still had to eat and drink and rest, which was why she took on the life of the mercenary and devil hunter. She couldn’t just lounge around in some nice apartment in Rothes or Edinburgh on the money she stole from Draco, a bully that she had been forced to marry. It would make her an easy target for anyone who was searching for her.

And so, she had bounced from city to city, following mercenary job and demonic extermination task as she went. Sometimes the money was good, other times it wasn’t, but she always had enough to find a room to stay for a few days. Whether it was a bed and breakfast or a hotel chain, she didn’t stay long in the towns of the Scottish highlands.

What surprised her most was not the close shaves with those who came from Eternis Brillia (although they did spook her) nor how well Astra cleaved into demons, but the blooming powers of her Crests, the pure magical power from the saint-like Maidens. No longer constrained by training rooms, the power fully showed itself in the field of combat. She remembered the first time the Crest of Saint Deirdre made itself known against a rather infuriating Pyrobat. What was just a gesture of anger became a blast of concentrated sunlight, making the flying demon scream and fall to the earth. It was rather pitiful blasts in Eternis Brillia, she had not expected such power when separated from her home. Perhaps it was the new environment that made it react in such a way? Or the fact that there were actual demons she was fighting instead of the clay disks she had been forced to fire at for exercises? She wasn’t so sure.

Of course, she had more than just mere offensive firepower. Healing was also at her fingertips, a gift from the Crest of Saint Julia. It made recovering from defeating demons easier. In the quiet of whatever room she managed to get, with a small meal before her, she would use the healing crest to close the wounds that the target demon left upon her. It was hardly a pleasant process, watching and feeling the wound close and heal, but it had to be done. A wound left to fester and infect would only slow her down.

This was her lifestyle, strolling through villages and towns across the highlands, looking for jobs and a place to rest, taking care of said jobs, and then leaving again. Hardly glamorous, sometimes jarring, and the homesickness she could do without, but it was her life. That was a feeling nothing in the world could buy.

Her mind returned to the ruins in front of her. Despite tonight being her nineteenth birthday, six months since she left the city, she never dared to look back. It would only hurt her. So she focused on the target she was supposed to be on the lookout for: Sin Scissors. They had been harassing some woodsmen, even taking lives, and needed to be dealt with before more were lost. The ruins, bathed in the light of the moon, before her were supposedly of some castle that collapsed from a fire. Local rumor dictated that a rich woman lived in the ruins, once a lovely mansion, before it was set ablaze by an unknown force. Some claimed accident, others proposed occult dealings gone awry, but the blaze still took the woman’s life and left the mansion into a barely recognizable husk. And after that, demons began to pop up. Some were easily dealt with when they came too close to the local village but others had to be dealt with from skilled demon hunters from afar.

Footsteps caught her attention, causing her to gasp softly. She remained still, watching as a man with white hair, a red two-tailed coat and...a lack of a shirt stride silently into the husk of the mansion. Cassandra made a face at that. Was he another mercenary? She never heard of him or anyone that was described with his appearance. He certainly looked a little older, twenty-two if she had to put a number on it. She slowly crept forward, keeping low to the ground. Pressing her body against the remains of the wall of the ruin, she kept low to the ground as she crept into the charred husk of a building.

Cassandra frowned at the ruins around her. Charred walls stood with great gaps in the wood, some from shattered windows, others from looters trying to smash into the building for treasure. Pilfered drawers hung open, their contents either stolen or thrown onto the floor. Chairs were tossed around, half-burned or in pieces. An eerie quiet reigned in the ruins, with the sound of footsteps and breathing all that broke the quiet. Cassandra trailed the other man, keeping her breathing even. Despite the fact that this place was home to a demon (along with the fact that it was dangerous!), this mercenary seemed unafraid of being here. She wondered who was really in danger; her, the mercenary, or this demon they were hunting.

“So, you wanna come out now?” The mercenary asked, talking to nobody. Cassandra wondered if he was talking to the demon or to her. She kept herself hidden, waiting for something, anything, to tell her who the mercenary was talking to. “Come on, I’m not gonna bite! I swear!” He laughed. She frowned. How was she going to know that?!

A sinister laugh caught her attention, it was right next to her ear. She quickly ducked, barely missing a pair of giant golden scissors. They snapped above her hair, Cassandra letting out a gasp, before she rolled away from the demon. The mercenary grinned and charged forward, jumping over her to slice at the Sin Scissors with a massive double-edged blade. Cassandra scrambled to her feet, letting out a huff.

“Oh hell no, I don’t think so!” She hissed. The Sin Scissor swung away from the mercenary, only to scream as Astra sliced into its back. It dove into the ground, disappearing to lick its wounds. Cassandra stared at the mercenary, breathing heavily.

“Heh...there you are.” He hoisted his sword over his shoulder.

“The hell are you?” She asked. He tsked.

“Hey, language little lady.”

“Don’t patronize me.” She snarled, standing up. “I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime.” He held up a hand.

“Woooah, ok.” He took a step back. “Sorry.” A quiet fell between the two before he held out a hand. “The name’s Dante.” She stared at his hand before taking it to give it a shake.

“Cassandra. Never heard of you, never seen you around here before.” She looked at him. “And why are you without a shirt?” He looked down.

“Because I can.” He grinned. “And because I look good.”

“That’s the quickest way to get impaled by the Sin Scissors.” She took back her hand, ignoring his second comment. “I guess we’re working together then, you’re after the bounty too, right?” He nodded. She let out a sigh. “Alright, the more people who can take out this demon the better.”

“I mean, I guess.” Dante shrugged. “I work alone usually.”

“Well, not tonight.” Cassandra shot back. “I’m not leaving you to fight the Sin Scissors alone.”

“There’s more than just Sin Scissors here.” Dante corrected. Cassandra made a face. “There’s a bigger devil here. In the basement.”

“The hell you on about?” She huffed. “There’s only the Sin Scissors here, unless you know something I don-” Their arguing was interrupted by a near-deafeningly loud wail, one that shook the foundations of the very ruins they stood upon. Cassandra covered her ears, wincing from the sound. The scream ripped through the air before dying off.

“That would be the devil.” Dante said, a smug grin on his face. Cassandra glared at him.

“Oh can it. That’s a banshee.” Cassandra stepped away from Dante, only for the wood to crack underneath her feet. She leapt back with a yell, scrambling into Dante. After recovering from the scare, she looked up to the mercenary.

“On a completely unrelated note, is wearing a strap across your chest city-folk fashion?” Cassandra asked. “Because I really hope it’s just city-folk fashion.” Dante’s laugh made her roll her eyes. Helping herself up, she leaned over the edge of the hole. “Huh, a basement. I guess you were right.”

“Told ya.”

“Can it, Dante. We have a demon to kill.” Another scream ripped through the air, causing Cassandra to once again cover her ears. “ALRIGHT ALRIGHT FOR THE SAKE OF THE EARTHMOTHER WE’LL KILL YOU STOP SCREAMING!” She yelled back. She heard laughing behind her and snapped back, glaring at Dante. “I said can it!” She stood up before jumping through the hole.

“Hey, don’t just jump in there!” She heard Dante yell above her. She rolled to the side, watching as Dante landed next to her effortlessly. “Do you always jump into strange holes?” He hissed. Cassandra wordlessly took his head and made him face forward. Before them was a ghastly figure, body floating before them as if suspended in water. The edges of her hair were made of fire, as if the last moments of the figure were of burning alive. Her body was in a nightgown, charred at the edges. Floating aside her was the Sin Scissors they had been searching for, letting out soft ghostly chuckling.

“That’s our demon.” She said, standing up to get into position. She was about to make a comment but, as she looked over to Dante, she realized he somehow managed to summon what looked like a giant electric guitar. She stared at it before shaking her head. She’d ask later but now was the time to fight against the banshee.

“Let’s get this party started!”

“If it’s a show you want, then a show you shall have!” Cassandra summoned an orb of light, firing it at the weakened Sin Scissors. The demon screamed as sunlight burned it’s ethereal-like body, assaulted by (what looked like) electric bats. She would have to ask later, right now Dante looked like he was having the time of his life on the strange weapon (it had to be a weapon of some kind, why else was it doing what it was doing with an appearance like that?). While Dante was staying back, Cassandra closed the gap between her and the Sin Scissors, using Astra to quickly end the demon’s life. The Sin Scissors let out a rattling cry, it’s golden scissors clattering to the ground. Cassandra landed next to the scissors, quickly dodging a swipe from the banshee. She clamored away, putting distance between her and the banshee.

“That guitar thing of yours better have some real firepower, Dante!” Cassandra called. “Unless you plan to sit back and let me have all the glory!” Dante let out a dry laugh before she saw him make his way forward, the electric bats and soundwaves from the guitar assailing the banshee. Cassandra added onto that firepower with her own, firing orb after orb of sunlight into the banshee. The banshee let out a scream, an attempt to fight back, but the riffs and energy of the electric guitar overpowered the screaming. Cassandra was thankful for that, the electric guitar (dare she say it) was far more entertaining than a screaming demon.

“Wanna finish this with a bang?” Dante called over the riffs of the guitar.

“Let’s go!” Cassandra replied. Dante grinned and leapt into the air. Cassandra jumped up with him. She slashed into the banshee. From the corner of her eye, she saw the electric guitar transform into a scythe and slice into the demon. The banshee let out a final scream before collapsing. The two landed side by side, Dante pulling out a pair of semi-automatic pistols and firing at the corpse to ensure it was dead. Cassandra stared at the giant pair of golden scissors left behind, walking over to pick it up. Ignoring the pricks of pain from demon metal in her hands, she hoisted it over her shoulder.

“Now to head back to town, get the cash, and-”

“Deal with this thing.” She rolled her shoulders to emphasize the giant golden scissors on her shoulder. “This thing is worth more in scrap gold than being a weird weapon.” She swore she saw Dante’s eyes glimmer with interest. “Provided we can get it out of here.”

“I got it.” Dante said. Cassandra raised an eyebrow, watching the electric guitar disappear into a burst of electricity. She handed the scissors to Dante, who tossed them up with enough force to embed themselves into the ceiling of the room above them. She looked to Dante before he hoisted her up over his shoulder.

“HEY!” She yelped.

“I got cha, don’t worry!” He replied. He jumped into the air and then again with some strange magic, grabbing the edge of the gaping hole. Hoisting himself up, he laid her down onto the floor. She scrambled to a standing position. As Dante stood, the scissors fell from the roof to the floor, cutting the strap of his coat and sending him backward down into the hole. Cassandra gasped and scrambled over the edge, unable to catch him.

“Dante, are you ok?!” Cassandra yelled into the hole.

“MOTHERFUCKER!” She let out a snort at the reply she got. “I LIKED THIS COAT!”

“City folk and their fashion…” She sighed, moving back to give him the space he needed to get back up. He got out of the hole, scowling at the golden scissors laying on the floor. His gaze moved to the broken strap, his eyes changing to a forlorn look. Cassandra felt a little bad about the comment.

“Gonna need a new coat...dammit.”

“Look, if it’s that important to you, I can sew the strap back together.” She got up and walked over to the strap. “It’s a clean tear, that’s easy to fix.” She looked up, noticing the wide grin on his face. “What.”

“You know it’s rude to stare at a dude’s tits.” She made a face at his comment.

“I’m...sorry?” She had to restrain to add a ‘the hell you’re talking about?’ to her words. He blinked in surprise.

“What? You don’t know?”

“I’ve been in an isolated city that’s at least a few decades behind current trends, forgive me if I’m a little naive.” She looked back to the strap. “I think I’ve seen the thread in town…” She murmured. “Of course, the other option is just to have the strap removed entirely and made into something else but that means you have to wear a shirt.”

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And that was how Cassandra had Dante in her room. The room of the bed and breakfast she was making her abode in was a small cozy room, sparsely decorated with wildflower vases on the bedside table. The garish golden scissors were leaning against the wall, the only place they’d rest until someone was found to sell off the massive golden scissors. Cassandra’s bag was laid out on the wool blankets of her bed, with Dante taking a seat in a chair that normally went into the small desk that was pressed against the wall. Above the desk was a window that overlooked the forest they were just in. His bare chest was pressed against the back of the chair, watching as she did her work sewing the strap back together. Cassandra murmured a waulking song as she worked, seemingly keeping Dante silent. With a few final stitches, Cassandra snipped the thread and put away the needle and thread in a small plastic case. She slid off the bed, holding the coat up to inspect the strap.

“Hey Dante, put this on.” She said, handing the coat to him. He got up from the chair.

“Should I be concerned about a needle left in there?” He joked. Cassandra rolled her eyes.

“Of course not. I’d never leave a needle in there.” She frowned. Dante shrugged and put on the coat. Once it was on, Cassandra inspected the stitching. “Give me a flex.”

“Oooh.” He said cheekily. Cassandra snorted. Her dismissal of his cheek earned her the flex she wanted.

“There we go. It’s not gonna rip apart anytime soon.”

“Thank you.” Dante grinned and sat back down in the chair. Cassandra cracked her knuckles. “So, what are you going to do?”

“Me? Uh, same old same old. Go up and down the Spes river, visit the towns and villages to seek jobs, and do them. I’ve never gone far from the Spes.” Cassandra looked out the window. “I really should out to leave the highlands but…” Her gaze moved upward. “I don’t really know where to go. There’s so many places I could go but all the options paralyze me. I can’t choose...so...”

“So you stay with what’s familiar.” Dante finished her train of thought.

“I do. What I should do is leave the highlands to somewhere, anywhere else but here. There’s people who don’t like that I’m out here, slaying demons.”

“Like what? Shitty ex-lovers?” Dante asked. Cassandra let out a short laugh, glancing down to her right hand.

“Something akin to that.” She mused.

“Heh, do I know all about that.” Dante leaned against the wall. A quiet fell between them for a few minutes. “So, how about coming with me to Red Grave City?”

“Red Grave City? To what, skewer me?” Cassandra asked skeptically. Dante laughed.

“Leave the skewering to me. I can handle it. But seriously.” Cassandra looked to him, seeing a seriousness she didn’t expect from the mercenary she had come (in their brief time together) to see as a carefree devil hunter. “I have a shop in the city, all about demon hunting. There’s always room for another hunter.” Cassandra nodded, thinking over his offer. Red Grave City must be beyond the highlands she was used too, which meant safety from Eternis Brillia.

“Happy birthday to me, I guess.” Cassandra hummed with a smile. “Sure, why not.”

“Wait, how old are you?”

“Nineteen today, why?” She looked at him. He just smiled.

“Well, happy birthday.” She wondered if there was something else to that that she didn’t quite know yet. But she decided not to worry about it. There were more pressing matters, such as how to get to Red Grave City, taking care of those gaudy golden demon scissors, and how in the Earthmother city folk fashion worked.

Although, taking one more look at Dante, she wondered if she would ever figure that last part out.

#devil may cry #devil may cry oc #devil may cry dante #dmc dante

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strangerchoices · 5 years

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“Yeah, I’m ready.”

Turning your attention to your professor you say,

“I’m sorry, can we pick this up another time? Maybe next Monday?”

You couldn’t tell exactly but it seemed like he was disappointed. You felt a bit bad but if you weren’t going to focus on studying then you might as well go hang out with Steve. Grabbing your things, you start to walk out of Dr. Alexei’s office.

“Goodbye Professor. See you on Wednesday!”

“Ah yes, goodbye.” He replied

You walked down the halls of your school with Steve doing a little happy dance in the process.

“What are you doing?” He asks with a goofy smile

“It’s my happy dance.”

“I know that. You’ve done that same happy dance since 3rd grade. What are you doing it for?” He jokingly questions

“Well I’ve been doing really well in class lately and my professor said that he knows I’m going to be able to answer the questions on the midterm!”

“That’s awesome! How about we go celebrate?” Steve suggests

You and Steve arrive at the car. Stopping to look at him you ask,

“And what do you have in mind?”

“Cheap Pete’s Pizza Parlor. It’s been our place since we were allowed to start going out without our parents.”

Getting in the car you place your stuff in the back seat. You watch as Steve slides across the hood as he always does. Ever since he learned to drive that had been his favorite move. Actually, ever since he was tall enough to do it, it was his favorite move. You remembered how he used to say ‘Cool Steve coming through’ as he’d slide across the hood of his dad’s car in his garage. He had gotten pretty good at it with all the practice over the years but it still made you smile remembering the times where he’d fall off or have to slide himself across because he didn’t have the momentum. Once he gets in the car you turn to him.

“I don’t know about Cheap Pete’s Steve. You want to drown yourself in soda again?” You tease

“How dare you bring that up! It was one time! I had just gotten a tooth pulled and the laughing gas made me think I was drowning when I was just drinking it.” He complains trying to hide a smile

Pushing him you playfully say,

“C’mon let’s go already.”

With that Steve pulls out of the parking lot. Driving down the road the top is up but the windows are down. Sticking your head out the window you let the wind blow through your hair. Every now and then Steve takes a glance over at you. He watches as the sun shines on your head, how your hair blows in the wind, and the smile on your faces as you two drive along. He can’t watch for too long because he’d be dead if he crashed the car but he can’t help but look over ever so often. You being happy was his favorite sight to see. Pulling into the parking lot of the pizza parlor Steve parks the car in your special spot. The one with the pothole that no one wants. With the car finally stopped you start to open your dorr but Steve tells you,

“Oh no you don’t, if we’re celebrating you then you’re gonna be treated like a queen. Close that door so I can open it.”

Rolling your eyes, you close the door to the car. Steve saunters from his side to your door and opens it for you with a bow.

“This way your majesty.” He jokes

Always the comedian. Before you step out though you see a massive puddle in the pothole. You decide to be a comic as well and exclaim,

“Oh my! I could never get out the car in this condition! The puddle right there is too deep! My entire shoe would be permanently damaged!”

“I have an idea.”

Before you could ask what it was Steve grabs you from out of the seat and throws you over his shoulder. Closing the door with his foot he carries you from the parking lot in the back towards the front of the store. The whole way you laugh and lightly hit his back telling him,

“Put me down!”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

He opens the door with one hand, still using the other to keep you perched upon his shoulder and walks to the cashier. Since you facing the other way, you couldn’t even begin to imagine the look that the cashier had on his face. All he could see was steve’s face and your backside. You tell Steve,

“Put me down!”

But he ignores you and instead orders his food.

“Uh yeah. I’ll take uh- hmm. I have some garlic knots and a slice of Million Cheese Sicilian.”

“Will that be all?” the cashier asks in a monotone voice

Steve turns around so now you, still on his shoulder could order. You give the cashier a sympathetic look that he doesn’t seem to care about.

“Can I get a coke and a slice of Cheese-plosion crust pizza.”

The cashier punches in all the orders before stating,

“Your total will be $6.71″

Finally, Steve puts you down and you make your way over to the booth in the corner. He pays the total and waits for the food to be ready before heading over to you. As he slides you your food and drink to you, you can’t help but say,

“That was so embarrassing! My butt was in his face!”

Steve rolls his eyes and just laughs at you.

“This is not funny Steve Harrington.”

“You’re cute when you’re mad,” he states taking a bite from his pizza

Any tiny bit of anger you may have melted away. Steve, your Steve, just called you cute. Sure, he had before, but for some reason this time it felt more sincere. Like he actually meant it this time. You felt butterflies form in your stomach. This was a normal occurrence though. You got butterflies ever since you first started liking Steve as more than just your best friend. You remember the first time it happened. It was the end of 7th grade and Steve was hosting an end of the year pool party. Tommy H. was trying to kiss you but you didn’t want him to, so Steve pushed him in the pool with all of his clothes on. He came out soaking wet and was so embarrassed he called his mom crying and went home. After that moment you got butterflies around the boy who was supposed to just be your best friend. You started to eat your pizza slice when you noticed Steve staring off at the wall behind you.

“Steve?”

He snapped out of his trance

“Yeah?” he asked

“You okay?”

“I was just thinking.”

Going back to eating your pizza he slipped into a trance again. He must’ve been thinking again, but God knows about what. Unbeknownst to you though, it was you he was thinking about. Steve thought you were cute. He thought about how he said you were cute. He started to panic thinking that it might’ve been the wrong thing to say you were cute. You didn’t reply anything when he said it so maybe it was okay. But what if it wasn’t? What if him saying you’re cute is what pushes you away. He couldn’t deal with that. You’ve been his best friend forever. He wouldn’t be who he is without you. No, it’s fine. You’re still here. You didn’t just up and leave. It’s okay. Hopefully.

“Hey Steve, when do you have to be back at work?” You asked him

Steve looks down at his watch before his eyes shoot wide.

“Oh shit, I was supposed to be back 3 minutes ago!”

Grabbing your hand he pulls you out of Cheap Pete’s and drags you behind him to the car. You both scramble to get in and he peels out of the parking lot. Speeding down the street he zooms into a parallel parking spot near the video shop. Pulling some coins out of his pocket, he throws them your way and quickly says,

“Put those in the meter for me.”

He then bolts into the shop while you place the coins in the meter. Robin is at the desk when he gets inside and comments,

“You’re late Harrington. I hope you have a good excuse.”

As she finishes her statement, you walk through the door. She looks between you and Steve.

“I see you have a decent excuse. I’ll let you off with a warning this time.” She says winking at him “Also I already punched you back in so don’t worry about it.”

Steve breathes a sigh of relief and starts to catch his breath. Before he heads off to start working you mention to him,

“You’re cute when you're flustered.”

You then head off towards the boxes of new arrivals that need to be shelved. Steve, on the other hand, was frozen in place. His heart skipped and beat and his stomach started to do flips. You called him cute. You had before but this time it felt different. It sounded like you meant it. He couldn’t move, all he could do was watch you walk away.

“Hey, lover boy. Snap out of it.” Robin said still at the front desk

Steve shot her a look and went towards his task. But he couldn’t get over it. You called him cute.

*****

Minutes turned into hours and it was almost time for closing. You and Steve were almost finished with restocking the last-minute returns when you heard the bell of the shop ring. You couldn’t see who came in but you had an idea of who it was when Robin called out,

“Hey! Mom, Dad, your child is here.”

Steve put the box down and made his way to the front of the store with you trailing behind.

“Dustin!” Steve called out excitedly

The two of them did their secret nerdy handshake before Dustin turned his attention to you and said,

“Hi Y/N!”

You went over to him and ruffled his hair a bit before replying,

“Hey, kiddo. What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to rent a movie.”

“Well we’re closing soon, so go grab it,” Robin told him

Dustin runs off towards the section where comedy and fantasy mix before quickly coming back. In his hand, he returned with Ghostbusters. Robin helped him to check out while Steve turned the open sign to closed. Once Dustin got his movie he turned to you and Steve and asked,

“Can we watch it together? I already told my mom I’d be at a friends house.”

You look at him. His eyes wide with excitement. How could you say no to that face?

“Of course!” you answer

*****

The three of you had finally gotten to Steve’s house after finishing up at the video store. While you were in the kitchen making popcorn, Steve was helping Dustin set up the VHS tape.

“So are you two together yet?” Dustin asks

“No,” Steve replies fiddling with the VHS player

“But you have a huge crush on her,” Dustin says a smidge too loud

“Keep your voice down Henderson.” Steve scolds looking to see that you aren’t there

“Sorry, It’s just I have a girlfriend and you don’t. So I’m trying to help you out.”

“Well you’re not helping,” Steve replies

Just then you walk in with the popcorn and ask,

“He’s not helping with what?”

Both of them turn to you. They’re like deer in the headlights until Dustin pipes up saying,

“The VHS player. I wasn’t helping to set it up.”

“But it’s all good now! We’re ready to go!” Steve chimes in

Dustin takes a seat on the floor while you and Steve sit on the love seat couch. You notice as Steve places his arm around your shoulders. You don’t know if it was intentional or not but either way, the act made you smile. As time goes on you one by one start to fall asleep. Dustin first, then Steve and lastly you. The movie is close to its end but you can’t keep your eyes open. Getting comfy you start to lean on Steve. You can hear the rhythmic sound of his heart as your eyes start to close and the last thing you remember is thinking that this feels right.

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