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sunsinrinn · 4 years

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Do you love her?

Bakugo X reader, Bakugo x Setsuna

Angst, mild language

Word count: 1,857

Idea: Reader ask Bakugo “Do you like/love her?” Three different times. (idea loosely based from song Do you love her by Jessie Reyez)

First fic ever so like i dunno what i am doing. Also I felt like he fit in for this idea (him or hawks) 😣hopefully ppl enjoy it

You watch as he is carefree around her, laughing so carelessly as you sit alone eating lunch. You begin to feel insecure as you notice he isn’t like that with you, considering you and him are together. He doesn’t seem to notice that you’re alone, already eating. But after a while he turns around and as he sees you his smile falters for a millisecond. You notice the falter and frown slightly before plastering a smile as he looks at you, he scoffs and walks towards your table and sits in front of you.

“What’s wrong with you now?”

You look at him analyzing his behavior and how it changed so quickly from carefree to annoyed.

“Well?! Aren’t you going to answer me??”

“Do you like her?” You blurt out and regret it as soon as he scowls.

“Are you fucking serious? I am stuck with you for fucks sakes! Tch,” He looks pissed, causing you to feel bad for insinuating him liking someone else.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I asked that I trust you completely” you say quietly, finishing up your meal. You get up and walk back to the classroom. As your classmates finish up their meals they begin flowing back into the class room and you notice Bakugo is a couple of minutes late. He looks at you and quickly looks away when he enters. You don’t think much because you have become used to him being cold.

As a couple of days go by from the day you asked him that question you notice he gives you more attention and isn’t quite as rude, almost becoming the guy he was when you first started dating. You didn’t think much of it other than being happy he is acting “normal” again. You begin to notice he is jittery and cautious near lunch time. With that you begin noticing how he only acts like that whenever Setsuna is near. It breaks you ever so slightly and makes you want to know why he is acting like that.

What you don’t know is that when you left that day Setsuna walks over to Bakugo and he becomes carefree again, so much to the point where he found himself alone with her outside making out. He feels on cloud nine but it diminishes when he remembers he is still with you. He breaks the kiss and sprints back to class. As he walks in class and spots you he begins to feel guilty and looks away. After that day he continued to feel guilty and he thought that being nice to you would remove the guilt.

After a week from noticing his strange behavior you cannot take it anymore and walk to his dorm. As you knock on the door and ask him about it, Denki walks by and says “Hey, just the gal I am looking for! Do you want to make some cookies with me?” You are about to say you couldn’t right now but him almost sensing a no from you makes puppy eyes and with that you give in.

“Sure, what kind do you wanna make?”

He contemplates and after a while says, “I dunno I actually didn’t think this far ahead also I don’t know how to bake but what about those round ones with the brown spots in them,” You look at him trying and failing to hold back a laughter, “Denki,,,, Do you mean Chocolate Chip cookies?”

“Yeah those ones!” He looks sheepishly at you.

“Alright come on.”

*in the kitchen area*

“How the heck did you get covered in flower, Denki?” You look at him as the flour cloud disappears.

“I- I don’t know one minute I was measuring the flour then next minute it somehow ends up everywhere”

*30 minutes later*

“Whew, I’m so proud of these cookies”

“Yeah apart from the flour situation these seem to turn out good.”

You both look down towards to cookies and each other and laugh softly. The class begins to come down to see where the smell of cookies is coming from and see both of you standing there proud of your cookies. As you offer everyone cookies you notice this was the most pure and fun activity you have done with someone, making you remember of Bakugo’s suspicious behavior. You excuse yourself as you make your way up to his room. You look towards his door and hold your breath as you knock.

“Who is it?” He yells out angrily.

“Its me.” You say loud enough for him to hear. As he opens the door he looks annoyed but lets you in. You walk in and stand there for a minute contemplating if you were overthinking his behavior but get startled by his voice.

“What do you want?” He says in an annoyed voice.

You feel discouraged but quietly say “Why are you acting weird...”

Silence feels the room but he finally speaks up, “What the hell are you going on about?”

“I’m talking about how you for some weird reason are acting kind, but you are also acting jitterish and cautious. Especially whenever Setsuna is around.”

He did not think you would catch on the him acting differently so instead of telling the truth he becomes defensive, “What the hell do you mean I’m acting kind? You’re my girlfriend I’m suppose to be nice to you! I am not acting weird, its just your insecure ass who wants to assume I’m cheating on you! I’m stuck with you aren’t I why would I cheat! Me and Setsuna are friends. I don’t have to just hang out with your clingy ass everyday just because we date” At his outburst you feel you’re heart break even more. “I just want to know one more thing,” He looks at you even more annoyed, “What now?”

“Do you like her?”

He hesitates before answering cautiously

“...No.”

As he looks into you’re eyes he sees that they were filled with an immense sadness. He regrets not answering quickly, He regrets that he doesn’t love you as much anymore he regrets even falling for Setsuna.

You look at him and say “If you don’t why did you hesitate? Why do you keep hiding things from me?! I really cant right now, I feel like we need to take a break.” By the end of that sentence your voice breaks slightly and Bakugo notices. He notices you restraining yourself from crying, from showing any type of weakness, something he’s only seen you do with someone you could no longer trust, he sees you building walls around your emotions again like the ones he knocked down when he first met you. Except this time the walls were being put up because of him. After a while of trying not to show any emotion he says,

“Fine, do whatever the hell you want. Its not like I need you anyways.”

You look at him and finally after a long time you leave as a single tear falls.

After you left Bakugo punches his wall while screaming so loud its a surprise no one heard him. You walk to your room and fall to your bed crying. The hesitation he did before answering was all the evidence you needed to know he loves her now.

Downstairs, Denki notices you aren’t around so he saves the last cookie for you. He walks up to your room and knocks lightly. You hear the knock and softly ask “Who is it?”

“It’s me Denki”

“Come in” You quickly wipe your tears and sit up. He walks in and notices your red eyes and begins to worry, “What happened? Why are you crying?”

You look at him as he worries you hesitantly say, “Bakugo and I are taking a break from each other...” He looks at you with a soft look and after a while he says, “Oh y/n, I’m sorry... Whenever you want to tell me why I will be here but I wont pressure you to tell me. Brought you a cookie so you feel better. If you want we can also watch some Netflix to forget for a while?” You sniff softly, “Thank you so much Denki. You’re a great friend.” Denki whispers “Yeah friends”

You scoot over so he can sit and begin to binge watch movies.

As days go by Bakugo thinks over on how he fucked up. He thought of different ways to make it up to you but always became distracted by Setsuna. He was infatuated by her and couldn’t stop thinking of her. He got to the point where he completely stop thinking of ways to get you back. He was so preoccupied with Setsuna he just decided to confront you no plans no ideas.

You begin to feel better, especially with Denki cheering you up. Even others tried helping, that girls made a girls night one night, Iida would just give you facts and ideas on how to act professionally during a break up making you giggle, Kirishima and Izuku would make small jokes here in there but izuku would always stutter slightly because he still getting used to talking to girls, heck even Shoto tried cheering you up by attempting to make you a small cat ice sculpture using his power but kinda failed making it look wonky. You stopped thinking of your break up and bakugo in general. You did notice every once in a while that he was usually with Setsuna.

After a couple of weeks of bliss, you hear a knock. You open the door thinking its Denki and see Bakugo standing there your smile drops and turns into a scowl. As you begin to shut the door he sticks his foot in causing the door to not close. You sigh and open it up again.

“What do you want Bakugo?”

“I came here to talk and get you back.”

You look at him in disbelief, “I thought you didn’t need me anyways?”

He looks startled at your words but answers, “I didn’t mean that y/n. I am sorry for the pain I caused you! I cant bear to live knowing I hurt you.”

“So you just want me to forgive you so you don’t feel guilty?” You ask disinterested in what he said. “No I really am sorry I was just caught up with Setsuna that I didn’t realize you’re the one for me.”

“Really? Weren’t you just yesterday hugging and holding hands with her?”

“I- that doesn’t mean anything to me! Only you! I only care for you” He says insistingly trying to convince not you but himself. He continues to ramble on about how much he wants you that he doesn’t here you when you speak, “I only have one thing I want to ask you and I hope you answer honestly this time.”

“Do you love her?”

“-want— YES-“ He cuts himself off and widens his eyes when he realizes his mistake. This was not how he planned his confrontation to go. You look at him with sorrow in your eyes and shed some tears.

“I knew it.” Was all you could say.

here is Part 1- Part 2 - Part 3

A/N- so um I think(?) I did a good job. Also maybe a part two, I dont know this is my first fic so i dunno.

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #angst #bnha x reader #bnha #mha x y/n #denki x reader #kaminari x reader

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flutterji · 3 years

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anything| renjun ff

hi! this is my first ff on tumblr so hopefully it all works out well. hope u enjoy!

desc: y/n and renjun have only been friends for about a month, but renjun was in too deep. whipped renjun, gender not specified reader!! semi drabble, high school au (like all my stories hhh), very fluffy ! barely edited, its a bit long too but whatever

word count: 2103

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y/n and jisung briskly walked the halls of their oh-so-dreadful high school, talking about, of course, absolute nonsense. ‘i mean, like, salamanders are so cute, right?’ y/n questions the tall boy, and jisung nods enthusiastically. “right! so then why would they eat each other?” jisung added. “as babies, too! it doesn make se-” cut off from their sentence, renjun snaked his arms around the both of them before yelling, “hey guys!” “renjunie!” y/n exclaims, and a wide smile paints renjun’s lips. “whats up shawty?” jisung says before making The Fuckboy Face™. “eh, not much, just absolutely dreading and stressing beyond human compacity about the calc exam tomorrow.” renjun says, pulling his arms away and shoving himself in between the two. “maybe we can study? i- honestly i wont be any help, but i have some pretty cool notes i could share?” y/n proposes. “sure, when?” renjun says, without skipping a beat. jisung looks at the two and then looks away in disgust. “you oldies.” he says, before sticking out his tongue in a teasing manner. “whatever, loser!” y/n says, emphasizing the ‘loser’. jisung pretends to cry and is all but payed attention to when renjun bothers y/n for an answer. ‘we cant study if you dont tell me when!” “well if the exam’s tomorrow then obviously we study today! what are you, an idiot?” y/n says, lightly teasing the poor boy. “right, but like, when today?” “you annoy me.” y/n responds without really responding, traveling away to meet their other friend group. “haha, y/n hates you!” jisung says. renjun then nudges jisung not-so-gently before sighing. “i dont get it. i would do anything for them and they just brush me off like im... i dont know, what am i?” he asks, confused. “an idiot. a complete idiot.”

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as soon as school ends, renjun sends y/n a text. ‘library?’ is all he says, and y/n answers quickly. ‘get here quickly pls,,, i dont wanna waste time” y/n sends back shortly after. renjun walks to their schools library, and sees his study mate. “hey jun, hurry up before i start growing grey hairs.” y/n whisper yells from one of the tables. he had taken longer than he wanted to, so he rushed to the table and scurried to get out his notebook and a pencil. ‘right, so, show me your notes.” y/n says, half distracted by the drawing they were creating in the corner of a scrap piece of paper. renjun opens his note book, revealing his subpar notes. “dude, what-- how much time do you spend actually taking notes?” y/n asks before revealing their organized notes that definitely weren’t the best, but better than renjun’s. “i look out the window more than i pay attention, ha...” renjun admits with a sheepish smile. “sure, just read my notes and copy whatever you need.” y/n says nonchalantly. “thank you so much, you’re a life saver, y/n!” renjun exclaims. “of course i am, i’m me.” y/n says unexpectedly, before ‘posing’ and rolling their eyes.

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after some time had passed, renjun had gotten distracted. “junie, can i tell you something?” y/n asked, looking at renjun’s renovated notes. “sure, whats up?” renjun responds while flipping his pencil between his fingers. “there’s this girl that likes me, but i don’t like her back. it’s kinda so awkward, but i don’t want it to be. ugh, its so frustrating!” y/n whines as they drum their fingers against the table. “oh? who is it? can i know?” renjun immediately asks. “she told me tot to tell anyone. so i’m kinda already not listening, but as long as i don’t tell you her name that should be fine, right?” renjun whines and begins asking more questions. “is she nice? do i know her? when-” “shut up.” y/n cuts him off and runs their temples. “she’s... its not like she’s not nice, and you don’t know her, okay? ugh, i shouldn’t have even tried telling you about my love life.” y/n grumbles. “love life?” renjun asks. “maybe you could repay me by telling me something.” y/n offers, a smirk growing on their face. renjun tries hard not to blush and looks away quickly. “there’s, uh, nothing to talk about, ha.” he explains half heartedly. “sure there is! maybe not recent, but tell me something at least a little interesting.” y/n persuades. “uh, well, last year i made friends with this... person, and i liked them. they, uh, they moved away. yea.” renjun cant help but blush as he struggles to find literally anything else to do. “yea, sure.” y/n takes note of his blush and can’t help but wonder if he’s lying.

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y/n begins packing up and renjun looks at them in confusion. “you have to go?” he asks, trying to hide his disappointment. “yea, im sorry. you got everything you needed, right?” y/n responds. y/n has a knack for ignoring renjun, the way he blushes, the way he often looks at them with wide eyes, the way he looks around aimlessly when he thinks, the way he throws his head back when he laughs, the way he bends his knees when he screams into the air when he’s frustrated or flustered, and... maybe they didn’t ignore renjun. maybe they didnt ignore him at all. “yea, thank you so much!” and he smiles the cutest smile and starts packing up his things as well. “you have a ride home? i’m taking the bus.” y/n asks. “i’m taking the bus too! maybe we should get a snack for the ride?” “YES.” y/n answers right away. renjun laughs and throws back his head, just like how y/n was just thinking about. a small smile creeps up y/n’s face and a boldness takes over. “you’re adorable, you know that?” y/n asks, swinging their backpack over their shoulder. renjun blushes, and hard. his heart races and he struggles to come up with a reply as his hand thoughtlessly covers his smile. “adorable, ha.” he says quietly. y/n internally yells and waits for him. “yea. so what type of snack do you want?”

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on the bus with chip bags on their laps, the silence is almost comforting, right before it’s not. the bus stops to let in more people, and renjun looks at y/n. y/n pops more chips in their mouth before looking back, and renjun swiftly looks away. they’re sitting next to each other, and renjun has never been that close to y/n. he starts noticing their more delicate features up close and feels his chest tightening. after y/n swallows the chips, they look at renjun’s hand, a single ring on his pointer finger. mindlessly, they pick it up to examine the ring. renjun’s heart starts beating louder at the contact, and he looks out the window without knowing what else to do. “pretty ring.” y/n says. “thank you, chenle gave it to me.” he says, smiling shyly. “so you’re married?” y/n says, a single brow raised. renjun takes back his hand and and looks at his ring. “its not like that! besides, i dont like him.” he says. “do you like someone else then?” “maybe.” renjun mutters so quietly that he can barely hear himself. “HA! I KNEW IT!” y/n celebrates their small victory and renjun looks back towards the window with a stupid smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks.

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once renjun reaches his stop, he stands up. “this you?” y/n asks. “yea, bye!” he says, almost sadly walking in front of y/n to get out of the aisle. “no, not bye, lemme walk with you the rest of the way.” y/n says and gets up, walking out and away from the bus shortly after. renjun smiles to himself and walks towards his street, leading the way. “so... who is it?” y/n asks. renjun blushes and covers his face. “i can’t tell you that!” he says. “why not? huh? i’ll tell you mine.” y/n says. “yoU HAVE A CRUSH?” renjun practically screams. “yea, it’s not a big deal.” y/n says, right before pulling two lollipops out of their pocket and handing one to renjun. “fine, but, please don’t hate me.” renjun pleads, putting the wrapper into his pocket. “i promise i wont hate you. who is it?” “well, we only started being friends recently, but they’re just so.. i don’t know. and i’ve told jisung this, but i would do anything for them.” he says, trying hard not to stutter and even harder to not get a heart attack. y/n puts the lollipop in their mouth, and renjun follows. “anything?” y/n asks playfully. “yea, pretty much. i don’t even know why i like them so much, they act like... i don’t know, they kind of ignore me.” y/n secretly wondered what type of human would be able to ignore someone as nice and as attractive as renjun. “ignore you? it’s hard to do that with how whiny you are.” y/n laughs and renjun whines. “see, i told you!” y/n says and smiles around their lollipop. “anyways, do i know them?” y/n asks shortly after. “yea, kinda... hah, all of a sudden i dont really wanna talk about it anymore, so, bye?” renjun forces his hands into his pockets. was he really ready to confess? “fine, i’ll tell you about mine then. he’s really charming in his own way, and i just realized that i liked him recently. we also haven’t been friends for long, ha. i don’t know why, there’s just something about him, his cute little habits are so endearing to me. ew, i sound gross.” y/n pretends to vomit, and renjun sighs lowly. “you really do like him, huh?” he asks, defeated. “yea, i guess i really do.” y/n smiles to themselves and nudges renjun.

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renjun kicks at a rock before stopping in front of a house. “well, this is my house, so...” “right.” y/n nods and presses their lips together. “hey, could you do me a favor?” y/n asks, right before renjun goes to walk up to the door. “sure, anything you want?” “anything?” y/n asks with a smile on their face. renjun lightly blushes, before saying quietly, “yea, anything.” he sends a small smile and y/n can’t help but walk closer to the boy. renjun’s heart starts pounding inside his chest. did he just confess? y/n reaches out to him and gives him a hug. renjun frantically tries placing his hands on y/n’s back multiple times before finally resting them in one spot, placing his head in the crook of their neck. to him, it felt like they fit together perfectly. a giant smile paints his lips and y/n starts retracting their arms. ‘it’s you, renjun.” y/n faulters with their words. renjun’s eyes go wide and his lips part to let in air. he felt like he couldn’t breathe. “me. i am? it’s… what? he says, absolutely speechless. “you’re the guy i was talking about earlier. not that it matters.” y/n shrugs, trying to hide the fact that their heart was absolutely racing. “it does, uh, to me, because, you’re the person i was talking about earlier too, so…” he hides his face with his hand and looks away. ‘you think i ignore you?’ y/n says, surprised. ‘uh, a little bit…” he admits, shyly. he felt like he was going to explode, he was so flustered. “sorry, i’ll try to pay more attention to you?” y/n offers, paired with a crooked smile. renjun bends his knees and screams into the air, making y/n smile and laugh shortly after. “sorry, and, yea, that would be nice.” y/n hesitates before stepping forward and planting a quick kiss on renjun’s cheek, sending the poor love-struck boy’s heart to heaven and hell at the same time. a wide goofy smile is shared between the both of them. “ill text you?” y/n offers, hands trying to find a place to stop before finally landing in their pockets. “yes, great! i mean, uh, cool. very cool.” renjuns fails to hide his excitement as he practically floats on air and lets out a sigh, shooting y/n a thumbs up. “very cool, yes.” y/n laughs and finally leaves the boy to go inside, and he automatically starts jumping in a circle and clapping out of happiness.

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Ikevamp Matchup ≧☉_☉≦

Nady papi!! I heard you’re taking ikevamp matchup, so can I request one?👀👀👀 here’s my info~

So, in terms of physical appearance - I’m 164 cm, with black hair and light brown eyes. I also wore thick glasses, and I can’t live without them xD I have slender built and a little bit of tan skinned. I don’t like putting skirts and dresses, so I prefer shirts and jeans with sneakers xD I hate girly stuffs oof. I don’t even put make up and I only comb my hair when I’m going outside xDD

Random info - I’m scorpio, and from the year of the snake. Griffindor, but I can be a Hufflepuff too. A chaotic neutral bum.

Personality wise - I am a soft-hearted person, scatterbrain, an airhead most of the time, sympathetic, very very curious but I know my limit, forgiving, and I easily trust others, which makes me looked too naive and innocent. I didn’t talk much when I met a person for the first time but when I get to know you, it wont be easy to shut me up. I can be childish at times (like how I love playing around when no one’s looking). I don’t get jokes or memes or sarcasm easily, worrywart, anxious, very clumsy, patient, very socially awkward, insecure about my whole being lmao, and when i get immersed in a convo or situation, I could trip and bump into something. I have a hard time expressing my feelings to my family or close friends because they expect too much from me and I’m afraid I will fail or disappoint them one day. I can be very violent and irritated (especially and/or during depressive episodes). I like being dependable to people I love. A very guillible girl and easy to fool lmao. When I’m overly excited or hyper, I tend to forgot my surroundings and just jumped right off the bat without thinking, always acts as if my-mind-was-flying-over-the-moon. I can handle things under pressure well. I tried my best to avoid getting into trouble, or if the latter was not possible, I’ll try to talk and resolve about he matters as peacefully as I could (a pacifist, yes).

My hobbies and the things I’m passionate about were learning history, literature, philosophy and politics, reading and writing mystery/detective and fantasy fiction, watching horror movies, cracking codes and ciphers, playing piano, taking critical thinking tests and quizzes, eating chips and sweets.

I love to daydream, procrastinate, watching the stars or moon, sleeping, hiding inside the closet or under the bed when triggered, eating junk food, body massages, and quiet place where I can be alone. I love nighttime, head pats, someone who can make me feel better.

Also , the things that I dislike were maths and sciences, legwork (cause im lazy bum), crowded places, parties, people who are too stubborn to the point they don’t listen to me, dancing, excessive nagging, being treated like crazy bloke, the know-it-all people who likes to correct every damn thing I say, arrogance, rude people, unhealthy criticisms, me drawing arts (but i like appreciating them), spotlight or being at the center of attention.

If I can give facts about myself:

1. I know 101 ways to murder someone and get away with it xD

2. I have skills in lockpicking and poket picking (but I never used it for wrong doings alright?🤣)

3. I can sleep anywhere and everywhere and in any position👀 (I can sleep while sitting or even standing xD)

I think that’s all? XD

Okay, this looks longer 😳😂😂 thank you, papi!!! Muah muah ilysm😘😘😘 I look forward to whoever can handle me😎🤣🤣

Hehe, Juju! ❤❤🥰Thanks so much for the request dear! ❤Also soz for taking like 2 million years!🙈😱😱 Hope you enjoy this love, and I hope you have a super good day❤❤🌻! Sending you all the love and hugs! ☺Hope you are looking after yourself and keeping safe and warm! Love ya! ❤❤🦋

So without further ado…

I match you with…………….. Arthur

The first time the mystery Arthur was introduced to you, he found you positively curious. You were honestly the opposite of most woman he had met. For one, you refused to wear skirts and dresses instead, opting for jeans and sneakers. Not only that, but you seemed utterly uninterested in him only muttering a few words to him.

That night you were going through one of your depressive episodes, as you found it incredibly difficult to fall asleep in a strange new place surrounded by strange new people. You were scared, and on edge, so you decided to get some milk to calm you down and hopefully soothe you to sleep. You poured yourself a glass of milk and who would walk in from his latest conquest other than the playboy himself. Comte had broken the news earlier that evening that you would be staying with a group of vampires, which was probably why you were a little on edge.

Arthur took this opportunity to corner you, “Well, little rabbit, what shall you do now that you have been cornered by a wolf.” His breath was hot on your neck and you could feel his fangs hovering ever so slightly over your pulse.

Veins filled with adrenaline, you legit grabbed a fork and stabbed him in the leg, honestly, you were so irritated and angry. Arthur was sister shook. Usually, women would fall over themselves for his attention, yet here you were giving him a death glare and stabbing him in the leg. He could see in your eyes that he had taken the jest too far. Especially when just before you lefts, you looked him dead in the eyes and said, “I know 102 way to kill someone and dispose of the body.”

The next day Arthur was still feeling slightly bad for scaring you so much, although to be fair you scared him just as much. He spotted you making your way down the stairs for breakfast, he jogged to catch up with you. Just then your foot clumsily slipped, and you were going down. Luckily for you, Arthur had managed to catch you in the nick of time. The two of you now stood awkwardly, not making eye contact with each other.

You also felt somewhat bad for having taken out your anger on the poor man. That is when Arthur apologized for scaring you and stuck out his hand to reintroduce himself. You couldn’t help but laugh as all traces of the suave playboy had disappeared and was replaced by an awkward Arthur, stumbling over his words in an attempt to apologize. Both of you were pretty much a socially awkward mess trying to apologize to one another in your own weird, awkward way.

You shocked Arthur for a second time as innocent eyes started back at him as you forgave him in a heartbeat. He couldn’t believe how naïve and trusting you were, handing out your forgiveness so easily. He had half expected you to flat out reject his apology and make him earn your forgiveness.

Either way having made up, Arthur decided to invite you out to tea. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the way your eyes excitingly lit up when they placed the plate of confectioneries down in front of you. You were still rather quiet as the two of you had tea. However, when Arthur mentioned the new mystery he was working on, and that was enough to break down your reserved guard and get you to open up. You spent the rest of the afternoon happily talking Arthur's ears off about mysteries, your own writing and how much you actually enjoyed cracking codes and solving puzzles. To say Arthur was intrigued by you would be an understatement. He was beaming in delight throughout the whole conversation having discovered a fellow mystery lover and writer.

Arthur flashed you a dazzling grin, and that my dear friend is how you and the mystery author started playing detective to solve all sorts of small cases around town. Every day Arthur would excitedly come into your room and announce that the two of you had a new case to solve. Arthur honestly loved working cases with you, he loved the way your eyes would curiously scan every room you walked into. He loves how to overexcite and hyper you would get at the mention of a new case, and he loved that you matched his wit and ability to crack codes and solve puzzles. The more Arthur found out about you, the more amazed and in awe he was

Especially one day during a case. Theo had commissioned the two of you to track down the thief that stole his precious brothers painting. The pair of you had been invited to a ball hosted by the suspected thief himself. You looked around the room while dancing and determined that the painting was hidden behind the looked door on the far side of the room. Arthur suspected that the painting would be held in a volt, that was only accessible via a special key. He watched in awe as you smoothly pick-pocketed the safe key from the suspects pocket. But the awesomeness of your abilities didn’t end there, oh no, this boy was beaming in pure delight at the way you expertly lock-picked the locked door to get into the room. You honestly couldn’t get more amazing in his eyes if you even tried, or so he thought.

Speaking of cracking codes and solving mysteries this boy was head over heels smitten with you and thanks to some help from his old friend Theo he managed to pull the wool over your eyes and set up a mystery for you to solve whereby at the end of the case. You wouldn’t discover who the criminal is but rather how much he absolutely loves and adores you. As, in the locked room and behind the safe door, laid Vincent’s painting and the newest Sherlock homes mystery novel titled, “A study of the heart.” Of course, you didn’t know this was an elaborate love confession until later that night when you had finished the novel.

Arthur absolutely adored you, and the more he found out about you to more in love, he fell. He loved that you were probably the kindest, most soft-hearted, sensitive, forgiving and loving person that he knows. It was thanks to these beautiful traits that he was able to deal with, heal and move on from his past traumas.

But Arthur knows you have your own insecurities and traumas. He is very in-tuned to your feelings and emotions and can instantly tell if you are going through something. He would usually find you hiding in your closet or under the bed. He would approach you slowly, coaxing you out from your hiding place by tenderly wrap his arms around and whispering sweet nothing in your ear. Once you have agreed to leave said hiding place, he would swiftly pick you up and carry you to his room. Best be sure he is going to spend the whole night holding you in his arms while tenderly rubbing your back and whispering words of love, adoration and encouragement in your ears.

Having a nightmare? No problem Arthur will be by your side in a split second, pulling you into his arms and nuzzling his nose into your neck while making you forget all about your night terrors.

You are absolutely perfect in his eyes and could never disappoint him, a fact which he will remind you of everyday.

He doesn’t mind that you have a hard time expressing your emotions and feeling as when he looks into your eyes, he can see how much you love him. Plus you are always there for him whenever he is struggling or feeling down. You just have this amazing ability to cheer him up whenever you are around.

He will give you all the head pats, hugs and kisses your heart could ever possibly ever desire. He 100% insist on holding your hand whenever the two of you leave the mansion, “I can’t have my beautiful little bird tripping and falling, now can I.” Sometimes he wishes he could wrap you in a layer of bubble wrap just to protect you from clumsily falling or walking into objects. Is always right by your side chuckling as he looks you over to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself.

Loves how gullible and naïve you are and will often tease you. This usually lands up becoming a game between the two of you as you would pull pranks on Arthur for teasing you so much. Arthur adores that childish side of you and will 9/10 times get his revenge by tickling you.

Finds it super cute how you can basically sleep anywhere and in any position. When he sees you sleeping, he can’t help but join you for an afternoon nap. He can’t believe that you could actually fall asleep standing up. He low key uses that ability of yours, to sleep while standing up, to pull pranks on his fellow residents.

Loves to hear you play the piano as he writes his newest novel. He swears that you play the piano better than Mozart himself and no one can change his mind. There is just something about the way you play the piano that soothes his soul and makes him feel like the luckiest man alive for having met you

He knows you hate loud, crowded places so you best be sure he will plan all your dates keeping that in mind. Whenever the two of you are out shopping together, he will always be sure to plan ahead and find the least busy routes.

Whenever Comte invites the two of you to a party, he would keenly watch you, and whenever he can see you have had enough of social interaction for the evening. He would sneak up to your side and gently grab your hand while lead you out to the quiet balcony. Or better yet, he would lead you to a quiet room where a pile of stolen snacks and a setup board game lays waiting for the two of you. So while everyone is mingling and partying in the main hall, you and Arthur are spending a relaxing evening playing a board game while enjoying each other company. Only slipping out of the room when its time to go back home.

You best be sure your and Arthur’s dates include a stack of junk food, sweets, and soft blankie as the two of you cuddles under the night sky.

The two of you will most likely tell each other horror stories or chat about more deep topics such as history, literature, philosophy and politics. Although Arthur is a simple man and often loves just holding you in his arms as the two of you just quietly enjoy each other presence and watch the night sky together.

This boy knows what a good writer you are and like him, you are also somewhat of a night owl. He enjoys those quiet evenings together with you where both of you are just chilling in the library, each writing their own mystery stories. At the end of the week, the two of you have made it a tradition to be nestled in each other’s arms each reading the latest chapters of your stories.

Other potential matches……… Shakespeare

I hope you enjoyed this, dear! Also, I hope you have a super good day! Love ya lots!❤🦊☺ @jiyuu-chan

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sungchan-luvr · 3 years

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𝑹𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏 - 𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏

"'𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 ♡"

If it wasn't for the flickering light in the distance, I would have sworn that I had been attacked with a sudden rush of insomnia. My bed sheets were twisted around my body from my tossing and turning so often. All I really wanted was to get some rest. But with that light, it seemed almost impossible. I sighed. This was hopeless. I opened my eyes and saw the light once again flickering outside my window. The light was too distracting, making me unable to close my eyes and drift off to a dream-filled sleep. On, off, on, off. It was starting to get really annoying.

I turn towards my side table to look at my phone. The light of my phone slightly hurts my eye due to the sudden brightness. It was 2 am and I still couldn't sleep. While looking through my phone my stomach starts rumbling. "Ramen won't hurt right now" I thought to myself. I get out of bed, struggling cause of the blankets being wrapped around me. I throw on an oversized hoodie and walk out of my shared apartment. I was passed the flickering light silently cursing at it, hoping someone would fix it soon. I walk into the convenience store greeting the tired looking cashier, I grab a few chip packets for me and my roommate knowing that if i didn't get anything for her she would probably kill me. I walked to the ramen section, my favourite ramen caught my eye and there was only one left.

I was about to get the last pack of ramen when someone grabbed it at the same time. I didn't notice that there was another person in the store. I look beside me to see a boy with beautiful tan skin. He reminded me of the sun, golden and just beautiful. "Hey, I was going to take it...." I stuttered for some unknown reason. "I took it first" he said bluntly while walking away. I sigh, could this night get any worse. I walk up to the counter with just the packet of chips and a drink, I was about to leave the store when i heard someone call me. "Hey, you" said the same voice before but this time more friendly. "Im sorry bout how I acted before, you wanna share?". I was shocked by the sudden question, well was i going to say yes and eat my favourite ramen with a complete stranger who i didn't even know, or go back home wishing i could have had some ramen. "Uh..sure" i say hesitantly. "Its fine im not going to poison you, im good at making ramen." he said chuckling.

I sat down across from him, it was kinda awkward at first. "Are you new around here, i haven't seen u around before" he lied. "Uh...nah me and my friend have been living here for 5 months now" i replied. "Oh thats a bummer, i could have showed u around" he mumbled softly not loud enough for me to hear. "Sorry what was that" i asked. "Oh nothing.. I'm Dong-hyuck but my friends call me Haechan, Full sun or God of Visuals (I mean that aint wrong bahah)" he replied joking bout the last part. "Hahah, that's nice, Im y/n y/l , just y/n l/n".

"So why are u here eating ramen in the middle of night with a random stranger you dont know?", he questioned. "Well technically we aren't strangers anymore we are acquaintances", I replied back smartly as a joke. " Haha true,but really why, is everything okay?". "Yeh yeh its just im kinda stressed out lately, i recently just moved out with my friend, and we both are looking for part time jobs". "And not to mention that fucking light that wont stop blinking outside my window" I said answering his question. ".... haha whoops that might be my fault, me and my friends were walking down the street drunk on my birthday and I might have accidentally thrown something at the light" he replied laughing nervously. I gave him a death glare. "Jk im not mad, anyway what bout u"? " Oh well i usually sleep late, my sleep cycle (whatever u call it) is kinda messed up when I don't have any sched- i mean when i dont have Uni. Plus Doyoung was being annoying as usual, he refused to make me something to eat and we ran out of ramen, so here i am. "D-doyoung?" I repeated slightly confused . "Ohhh....one of my roommates". I nodded slowly listening to the rest of what he was saying. But that name started lingering in my head. I swear to god the name Doyoung and Haechan sound so familiar. But where have i heard it before?

We continued talking for a long time, laughing and getting to know each other. We had plenty of things in common, he was really chill and was pretty nice. Unlike what I first thought when we "first met". Our conversation about how annoying our roommates were got interrupted when i got plenty of texts from my roommate herself. "y/n where tf r u. I got up to get a glass of water and you were gone. It fucking 4 in the morning" it read. Holy shit 4am already, i look at the top of my phone to see 4:09 displayed. "Omg im sooo sorry i have to go, i didn't realise the time, you should go to, im soo sorry" i apologised once again. "Hey its fine, again my sleep scheduled is pretty messed up im used to sleeping at this time". "Im not really that tired, do u mind if i walk u home, I dont wanna head back just yet" he replied kinda nervous. "Oh sure" i said smiling. I was glad I had company walking back.

We laughed along the way back to my apartment. I scolded him for being too loud, afraid we might disturb the people around at this time. "Shhh" i laughed while playfully hitting him . We arrived at my apartment and as i was about to head in...."Well then I hope to see u around, and hopefully next time I don't have to break the light to get your attention" he said quickly while quickly running away. And entering the apartment diagonally across the street. That's when it clicked.

<<<<Flashback>>>

"Hey Haechan dude, look the girl you like just moved in across the street ", doyoung yelled loudly at Haechan as a joke trying to embarrass him. "Omg Doyoung you so fuckin annoying". "Im sorry bout him, he is joking, welcome to the neighbourhood btw" he yelled to me before pushing doyoung back inside. " Taeyong hyung Doyoung's being a little bitch again" haechan yelled inside the house. I just started laughing confused about what had just happened. Something inside told me that moving here was one of the best decisions of my life but i dont know.

<<< Reality>>>

I laughed to myself quietly realising that i was right about how i had felt that day.I walked into my apartment, welcomed by my VERY confused roommate."Hey" i simply said. "Dont HEY me, Yah where were u, i thought u got kidnapped or something..." she kept rambling on. I started walking into my room. "Bro are u even listening to me, whats gotten into u" she asked while shaking her head going into her room. I laid in bed hugging my pillow while smiling like an idiot. I can finally fall asleep now, cause maybe I could "run into him" the next day.

- 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝑮

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fuck-customers · 4 years

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I don’t care if you spend $150,000+ yearly here, you’re still getting kicked out

Hi! Im a casino dealer for a well known and one of the largest Casino chains in the USA. I adore my job and 9/10 nothing happens to me that I feel the need to bring up to a supervisor or security. My regulars are great, the new faces are usually fun, and the worst thing I have to consistently contend with is my players getting antsy over how long the servers take with drinks on busy nights. Its a great job for the most part.

The absolute only thing, that 1/10 times, that I have to deal with is people, usually men, getting overly aggressive or sexual. When money and alcohol are involved, it can bring out the worst in people. And Im also quite young looking, with a very soft voice and demeanor at work, and Ive been warned by management that bc of that I may deal with some harrassment. Luckily, theyre never shy to support me and do what needs to be done to get it sorted. Because of how great management and security are, Ive never felt unsafe, despite how people can act.

This story is not about the average guest, however!!! No, this story is about a reoccuring character in my casino, a misogynistic high roller who only ever seems to come out of poker room or high limit to harrass me.

At my casino (and those sister casinos under a larger, well known brand) we have a rewards program that ranks the guests on, basically, how much they spend and win.

Basically, you get 1 point for every $1 to spend or win on a table game (there are other ways to win but thats the way thats relevent to me, a table games dealer). For each rank, you have to earn, yearly:

Gold: 1-4,999 points

Platinum: 5,000-14,999

Diamond: 15,000-149,999

Seven Star: 150,000+

Which, yes, means that a Seven star player spends and wins more money at my job than Ill ever see in my bank account! In one year, EVERY year, they want to be a Seven Star member!

So, Ive had issues with this one Seven Star (7S) member, consistently. Mainly, he treats me like crap and calls me a b*tch to his friends when he loses (which happens, bc its gambling, and its not my fault). In the same breath, he’ll refuse to continue the round until I ~apologize to him or ~blow him a kiss to make up for taking his chips. Or he’ll make uncomfortably intense and detailed comments on my appearance.

Every time I go to tell my floor supervisor about him, he sees me and colors up his chips and runs before they can handle it. On the bright side, it means I usually only have to deal with him once a night, because after that he avoids me (although he will walk by my table and tell my players how bad of a dealer I am despite how attractive he thinks I am, and how much of a shame that is).

This weekend is Halloween weekend, however, and we were allowed to be in costume. Im in love with fashions inspired by older time periods, so I went into work in an all-wine red outfit inspired by Edwardian fashion. It was really cute, and I got a lot of compliments from my coworkers, so I was having a great night.

But 7S sees me as hes coming out of High Limit BJ and makes a beeline for my table. I dredge up my best customer service smile and buy him in and shuffle the cards. As Im working, however, he is wasting nO time in making sure I understand how physically attractive he finds me in my costume.

Before I can say anything, he is pulling his phone out and pointing it directly at me, saying hes going to take a picture.

1) Policy states that, for security reasons, guests are not allowed to have their phones out while sitting at a table.

2) Policy also states you arent supposed to take pictures on a table, or anywhere really, bc of above. There are of course exceptions, like taking a quick selfie or SC, that security wont bother with. But if the officers on the floor or the Eye in the Sky (the security watching the cameras) see you taking video or photos a suspicious amount, please know you ARE being followed my an officer, either on the floor or over cameras.

3) Common decency and security both also state thst you dont take pictures of employees without their consent.

Now, still smiling, I tell him he knows full well he’ll get in trouble if he takes a picture of me because he knows the rules. Hes not supposed to have his phone out, at all, at the minimum. He just smiles lecherously and tells me its an exception bc its Halloween. False.

Luckily, however, I’m just there for 20min to give a coworker a break. In the mean time, no matter how often I insist he has to stop, he doesnt. It just so happens that my floor supvervisor was having to deal with 2 drunk guests fighting 2 tables over from me, so I couldnt immediately reinforce the rules. I had to spend 20min dealing with this guy drooling and taking photos of me when he thought I wasnt looking until my coworker came back and I could walk up to my supervisor directly. (Poor guy was dealing with a lot, so i dont blame him for not seeing what was happening at my table.)

Typically, 7S saw my ratting him out and tried to run. My awesome floor sueprvisor didnt hesitate. All I had to say was “The 7S player at spot 5 kept taking pics of me” and he was calling security, no further explanation needed.

I was giving another coworker a break when the rest of the story unfolded.

Security and my shift manager track him down and force him to delete the multiple photos from his phone, explaining in detail why that wasnt allowed. The female security guard even went so far as to take the phone away, go into the deleted section, and made sure to hard erase the photos so he couldnt recover them.

He, apparently, insisted that it was an exception bc it was Halloween, that I gave him permission, that did we know how much money he spends here?!?! How dare we tell him no! He’ll never come here again! You’ll take an employee’s word over hIS? When he spends so much money here?!?!

Security, many of whom Ive made a point to become friendly with over the months Ive worked here, werent having his crap and told him that he had a 24hr ban for the premises. Unfortunately, the only way out was to walk him in front of my new table.

7S, no matter how many security officers were walking him out, kept trying to walk up to me and start talking. At one point he managed to just stand there in front of my table and just... stare at me, ignoring the security trying to make him leave. He just stood there, perfectly in front of me, with a gross, malicious smile, waiting to be acknowledged by me as a whole security team tried to urge him forward without having to take physical action.

I had guests on my table, so I wasnt about to talk to him, but I glanced up at him and smiled, and continued to deal the cards.

I wish I could say I was trying to be witty, but honestly after working so long in this position, my default response to guests in general has just become the Customer Service Smile. I was actually very afraid in that moment, and very grateful to the security guard who finally wedged herself between us and forced him on.

Later, the female security officer who made sure my photos were fully deleted came up to me on break. She let me know that she made sure to get everything off his phone, and that she was honestly frightened of how he treated me and how he was acting towards me, and that its now going to be known how he feels towards me. She said that if he ever sits at my table and even vaguely makes me uncomfortable, bc of his history with me they wont hesitate to take care of it.

Working here is one of the best things to ever happen to me, and Im glad the security and management here are able to minimize the guests who give me problems. And hopefully he hates me enough that he never plays at my table, again.

TL;DR: A guest who spends $150,000+ yearly at my casino repeatedly sexually harrasses me over a period of months. It comes to a head when he takes photos of me without my consent in my Halloween costume. Security and management make him delete the photos and temporarily ban him from the establishment in a scene that was bad enough for security to put a policy in place to keep him from bothering me ever again.

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saikostories · 3 years

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MHA - Training Camp (Alternate version) pt2

In which Kamino happened much earlier (for a completely different reason) and the training camp was to train ahead for the Pro-hero licencing exams as well as for an era without All Might.

Aizawa fell to his knees beside the boys, taking in the sight with wide, horrified eyes. He'd never seen anything so...

Izuku, he was- not moving. Pale, as a ghost so much so that his freckles stood out like chocolate chips in cookie dough. He was gripped tightly in Katsuki's arms, the other boy sobbing. Lips were a tint blue, and his body- oh god his body. It was clear immediately that both his arms were shattered. His chest, constricted as if he were crushed multiple times. His entire body was-... was... well there wasn't any other word to describe it other than destroyed. There was blood everywhere. His breathing…

Oh god.

Aizawa moved like lightning and took his fingers to Izuku's neck, squeezing his eyes shut. He could hear Todoroki’s panicked breathing as he waited. The silence was too long, Aizawa felt tears escaping.

No god please no.

Nothing.

Please no. No no no no.

Izuku was too cold.

Aizawa found himself speaking aloud now. “Oh, god please no. Please.” His breathing now becoming frantic.

He heard a strangled cry from Todoroki. A hand covering a mouth.

Katsuki, seemingly unaware of his surroundings, cried out. “I'm sorry Izuku I'm- I'm so sorry.” as he pulled him into his chest.

The uncharacteristic show of sudden affection caught both Todoroki and Aizawa off guard and they blanked out momentarily. Aizawa forgot he had his fingers to the green boy's neck.

“Todoroki...” Upon hearing his name being called, Todoroki stepped forward and knelt beside Aizawa.

“Sensei?”

“I need you to get Midoriya out of here. I can’t-” He stopped. He had to swallow the bile that threatened to come up and he took a deep breath. “I can’t feel a pulse. I need you to get him back to Mandalay. Hopefully an ambulance should be there by the time you get there but if not...”

Todoroki nodded and reached over to try and pry the boy from Bakugo’s grasp.

“NO!”

Aizawa and Todoroki looked at each other, the former’s eyes brimming with tears. “Bakugo-”

“Just... let me die.”

Aizawa wrapped his arms around Katsuki and pulled him back, gently. The boy tried to protest but he was too weak and falling in and out of consciousness fast.

“Also… tell Mandalay something else for me... Kota is safe. And to broadcast that Pro-hero Erasure Head has given permission for the students to fight back.”

Todoroki cocked his head to the side but didn't say anything, simply grunting an agreement that sounded like I'll kill everyone of these fuckers with my bare hands.

Izuku was slipped from Katsuki’s hands and Todoroki was gone, leaving behind a gust of wind courtesy of his ice.

Aizawa gathered Katsuki into his arms and cradled him, the teacher's fears and shock finally catching up with him. “Shhhh… it's okay. It's okay.”

He really didn't know who he was saying that to.

Aizawa breathed shakily and licked his lips. His face stung with tears as he finally let them flow. His heart was falling to pieces right before his eyes. His students… oh god it felt like he couldn't breathe.

Tough, unwavering Katsuki... Izuku...

Oh god I've failed you...

He scooped up Katsuki into his arms and watched as the child, scared and small, slumped against him. A quivering shake and then stillness. He was so warm.

Eyes half open, Katsuki looked as though he was giving up.

“Izuk-...”

Aizawa spared one last look and finally dashed off in the direction of the camp following Todoroki, praying to any damn high being that they were there by now. He found himself speaking to the boy in his arms.

“Stay with me, Bakugo. Okay, come on. Stay with me. Keep your eyes open. Stay with me. Please kid. Hold on.”

Tears were streaming down his face and he didn't hold them back. He pulled Katsuki close to him.

That tough, nonchalant teacher was gone.

All Aizawa could feel now...

Was fear.

***

In and out, just breathe in and out Shouto. Just focus. Focus.

Through the haze of whatever the fuck was happening, Todoroki found himself gliding seamlessly above the ground but not too high, to at least maintain some cover. His thoughts however, were all over what felt like the entire world and no matter how fast he was going he couldn't catch up.

One side of his body layered with a thin coat of ice from obvious overuse and unbearable amounts of terror, the other radiating heat gently to the too cold body it his arms.

Honestly he still wasn't wrapping his entire head around this situation and at the same time he almost didn't want to, because he knew if he did he wouldn't be able to move, to focus. To help. Because this was a royal fucking disaster and how could anyone be calm.

I'm calm. I'm calm. Just focus.

A deep breath, he slowed. Gently pulling Izuku to him, he shakily pressed his fingers to the boy's neck. Todoroki didn't dare breathe.

Nothing. He winced. Come on Midoriya... Please... anything... Just don’t give up. Please.

He wanted to scream, to curse out, but no one would answer. At least no one helpful. So instead, he does as he's told. A bee line for the camp- but he wondered why, since he knew that no one with any type of healing quirk was nearby. Was Aizawa giving false hope, to delay the inevitable? Or was there really going to be an ambulance there?

No, Aizawa Sensei wouldn't lie about this. A flash of his teacher's face in Todoroki’s mind sent shivers down his spine. He swallowed it down and pushed his limit harder.

***

Aizawa felt like he was swimming in mud while his thoughts were drowning in fire. Can you drown in a fire? Well now you can.

Just fucking move you idiot.

This is your fault.

You could have gotten there sooner.

You could have helped. You could have saved…

Aizawa shook his head violently, causing him to stumble. The uncomfortable moment stirred Katsuki and he squirmed, sending them tumbling to the ground. Aizawa watched in horror as Katsuki was thrown forward a few feet into a pile of what looked like leaves and dirt. He cried out in pain.

You absolute fucking idiot.

He raced to Katsuki's side and attempted to scoop him up again but stopped short when he looked at the boy's face.

He was staring right at him, but- seemed to be looking through him? Aizawa hesitated.

“Bakugo...?” He waited. For a few moments there was silence only broken by Katsuki's strained breathing.

Finally he spoke, but it sounded nothing like the child he knew. “Sensei?” he croaked. It looked really painful. The teacher put his hand on the blonde's chest comfortingly.

“Yeah, hey kid. How are you feeling?” Stupid question.

“I'm- i'm sorry. For- for everything. Izuku- i'm sorry.” he gagged, coughing up even more blood than the times before which sent alarm bells ringing in Aizawa's head. He scooped the boy up with no protest.

“Look Bakugo, there's nothing to be sorry for. You're gonna be okay. Everything will be okay. Just hang in there, alright? We're almost back to the camp. I called a few people and they should be here- just stay with me… kid?”

Aizawa spared no expense and continued running. He looked down at Katsuki's half lidded eyes and felt a stabbing pain in his heart. He'd never thought- he never even dreamed that he would see fear in the eyes of this kid. But now, there was nothing but fear. Fear and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.

“I fucked up, y’know?” he spoke up again. There was something in his voice that made Aizawa's heart skip. “I was… I was just- shitty.”

He would sometimes gasp between words, but Aizawa let him talk. Him talking meant he was still conscious. But this had the teacher reeling. Katsuki was really far gone to be talking like this.

“Bakugo, that doesn't matter right now. You can tell me about it later. Now-”

“There's no later.” The words sent Aizawa spiraling into his emotions like Dorothy being swept up into the tornado that took her whole house. Before he could respond, Katsuki continued. “I- I fucked up. I don't deserve to live. And now...”

A lump, but he shoved it down. He had to speak. “Bakugo, Midoriya, he’s still with us, okay kid?”

He had to pray. He knew that the ambulance would be there. They’d have defibrillators. They could do something. They could restart his heart and get a pulse back. But for now... Bakugo has to think... he has has to think that he’s alive.

That’s the only way...

He wont give up.

“His heart is still going, buddy. You can tell him all this when we get you all fixed up, alright?” Strained, his voice cracking with each word. He didn't know what to make of any of those, didn't know how to respond.

4 minutes, we'll literally be there in four minutes.

He looked ahead to see if he could spot Todoroki. Nothing.

He prayed they made it. He prayed he would make it. He prayed like nothing before. In fact he actually had never prayed before, but fuck it. He looked down to see if there was a reaction from Katsuki and could've swore he saw a glint of something in his eyes, but it went away quickly.

Don't stop. Don't stop. 2 minutes and we're there.

Bakugo squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his grip on Aizawa's shirt, heaving in pain. He let out a strained breath.

Waves of nausea encased Aizawa in a bubble. Tears stained his face only to be removed by the winds tearing as his body.

Suddenly an announcement ran through his mind. “- cleared to engage in battle-”

Todoroki made it. Aizawa looked down, and from the gaze in the tired eyes of Katsuki he understood as well. Katsuki gave him a soft smile. Too soft. “It's gonna be alright now Bakugo, okay? You're gonna be okay.”

“-s'not -ight Sensei. M’ sorry. I tried- i- failed. - not hero.”

“You are a hero Bakugo, dammit. You are. I've seen it. I know it.”

Less than a minute. Less than a minute.

Everything hurt. He didn't think it could hurt more, until there was a shutter beneath him and Katsuki went completely limp.

“Bakugo? Bakugo?! Katsuki!” His legs betray him and he fumbles to a stop on the ground, laying Katsuki before him as he pushed his fingers against his neck waiting for what felt like years. From the pounding in his own chest it took him a few seconds to realize, Katsuki still had a pulse.

He was just out cold.

Thank god for that.

More pushing. More and more until his arms wanted to give in. Had no one heard him? “Help! Someone help! Anyone!”

Despite his efforts, he felt his vision fading from shock. And suddenly he hears shouting, sees shadows he vaguely recognizes. Voices he knew. He was still pushing, subconsciously at this point. At least he felt like he was. Arms pulled him back. Voices called his name. He was still screaming. His mind told him to fight, to push it away. His heart couldn't speak.

“Aizawa, we're here. It's okay, let us have him.”

Katsuki disappears from his touch. Colors start to blend. He feels himself shaking, he knows he's sobbing but he can't hear himself anymore.

His students.

His children.

You failed.

He wants to curl into a ball. He wants to protect Izuku and Katsuki. He wants to protect all of his students. He wants anything but this.

Then his world fades to black.

***

First came sounds. There was an awkward cough and shuffling of feet. In his confusion, Aizawa's eyes flickered open to a blinding light that caused his reflexes to shut them again. He groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes.

A light, bony hand touched his arm softly. A tired voice spoke out quietly, layered with emotions that Aizawa couldn’t quite parse in his not yet fully awakened state. “Aizawa, you with me?”

He groaned again. Still not fully aware, he mumbled a complaint. “Jesus christ, I'm trying to sleep. Turn the lights off, moron.”

He could make out soft footfalls shuffling away for a moment, then coming closer again until the same hand gently lifted his arm away from his face. He blinked open his eyes easier than last time, gratified to see that the lights had been dimmed considerably. The room started to come into focus, but before he was able to fully take stock of his surroundings, the memory of why he was there slammed into him. He bolted upright, head spinning. “What the-”

“Whoa, hold up. Not too fast.” The quietly pained voice belonged to none other than All Might- or as Aizawa knew him, Toshinori. His lanky form bowed over him, concern like Aizawa had never seen before etched into the lines of his face.

Aizawa sputtered his reply, words tripping over themselves as he tried and failed to gather his racing thoughts. “What the fuck is going on?” Before Toshinori could respond however, Aizawa paled even more as the images of two broken boys, his boys, swam to the front of his mind. “Oh god. Where's Bakugo? Midoriya-?!”

He struggled to throw off the blankets trapping him to the bed so that he could stand shakily to his feet. His bloodshot eyes darted all around the room, finally taking in the fact that he was in a hospital room. Blinking rapidly, he looked at Toshinori. The bedraggled man stared back at him, his eyes brimming with concern and pity.

The absolute desolation in his expression ripped through Aizawa like lightning. He wobbled on his feet and then arms were pushing him back down. “Not yet, Aizawa, take it easy. You're safe now.”

The calm words didn't do the terror coursing through Aizawa justice. He struggled silently for a moment, studying the other’s eyes and trying to find the answers he was looking for. “Toshinori. What's happened? Please. Are they still-?”

He could see it in All Might’s eyes, the bone deep weariness that came from life and death situations taking their toll. Only this time, it wasn’t the Pros. It was two ridiculous kids, two wonderful kids that didn’t deserve whatever the fuck happened to cause such an apocalyptic catastrophe by that cave. Aizawa wasn’t sure he ever truly wanted to know all the details. To know what both of those boys had to withstand before help arrived.

"Y-yes. But, we still don't know the outcome. Bakugo is probably going to pull through. But Midoriya- we don't know."

Toshinori’s gaze broke, dropping to the ground between their feet. He motioned for Aizawa to scoot over so he could sit next to him on the rumpled sheets of the hospital bed. Aizawa hesitated, torn between letting Toshinori talk and racing out the door to see the boys for himself. He sighs, knowing that he needed to be appraised of the situation before rushing in blindly. As much as he wanted to give in to the fierce desire to protect , he was a Pro Hero first. He needed to possess all the facts before making his next move, no matter how painful it was to sit here being useless.

“What do you remember?” Toshinori attempted to squirm into a more comfortable position before giving up and stilling. He clasped his hands together in his lap and finally looked back over at Aizawa.

“Bakugo -” Aizawa paused, obviously struggling to rein in his emotions long enough to get through his next sentence. “Bakugo was in the middle of what looked like a demolition zone. He was holding on to Midoriya like -” Again he paused. “Like a person holds on to the most important thing in their universe.” He looked up at Toshinori, a mix of wonder and terror on his face.

Toshinori raised his eyebrows. “Bakugo?” His tone was confused and disbelieving. “Their relationship… Or lack thereof… That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know. It was like nothing I’ve seen before, Toshinori. He was clutching at this destroyed body, crying over and over again that he was sorry. When Todoroki and I arrived, he didn’t even notice . He was completely focused on Midoriya, even though he thought he was dead.” Aizawa let out a shaking breath, trying to simultaneously block out the image and recall every word Bakugo was muttering. It was a strange sensation.

“What do you think happened? Obviously there was an attack on Kota, and Midoriya stepped in and attempted to save his life. But who could’ve possibly done that to a child?! The injuries Midoriya sustained… How did Bakugo survive?”

Aizawa’s weariness was bone deep. He was silent for a moment longer. When he next spoke, it was barely above a whisper and he couldn’t keep his voice from cracking. “I don’t know. Both boys were completely covered in blood, I’ve never seen so much blood in my entire career.”

He paused for a moment. “Bakugo didn’t want to give Midoriya up at first, even to us. The entire trip back to camp, he just kept saying how sorry he was and how he didn’t want to cause anyone any more pain. Bakugo is always so confident, so strong . There was no trace of that person tonight. It was like the flame that drives Bakugo had been snuffed out the moment he thought Midoriya died.”

Silence reigned as both adults tried to digest the horrors of the night. Aizawa couldn’t think of anything else, he wanted to see both boys with his own eyes to assure himself that they were still alive. Before either of them could do anything, the door cracked opened and light from the hallway spilled into the room as a nurse walked in. She shut the door softly behind her before turning and approaching the two men. “Mr. Aizawa, good to see you’re finally awake. How are you feeling?”

“Like my students need me and I’m trapped here. This is not necessary. I am uninjured.” Aizawa’s voice was back to its normal emotionless tone, but both he and Toshinori knew that that was far from the case.

The nurse looked nervously to the side for a moment before she spoke again. “Surely you know how much shock -”

“Look, I’m not complaining. I just want to get back to my students. Where are Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya, and what is their condition?” Aizawa’s voice held a little bit more of the authority it usually did, and Toshinori was glad for it in that instant. Even a little normality was a blessing in messed up situations such as this.

“We need to get the doctor in to make sure you are back to normal before we release you. I understand how you must feel, but you will need to have your strength back before you are able to handle the boy’s injuries and seeing him.”

Him? Why not Them? Unless...

He didn't respond, waiting for her to continue.

She took a deep breath. “Bakugo Katsuki was just taken from surgery and at the moment he’s resting in a private room. His injuries were severe but nothing that he can’t come back from...”

“What exactly were they?” Toshinori asked.

“Well... his left leg was broken and his arms were both shattered... he had multiple broken ribs and a wound to the head that gave him a severe concussion. We would like to keep him here for a few days just to monitor that. Recovery girl came in and healed pretty much most of his injuries so after we give him the all clear on his head, he should be able to go home.”

Aizawa nodded and waited for the news about Midoriya. He has to be alive. He has to be.

“As for the other boy... We’ll know more when the doctor comes back.”

Do whatever you need to do so that I can be released, and then I would like someone to escort me to see Bakugo, immediately.” Aizawa spoke sharply over the exasperated nurse, his no nonsense tone cracking across the room like a gunshot.

The nurse pressed her lips together, disapproval radiating off of her in waves. She sighed after a moment. “Very well.” She spun on her heels and left the room without another word.

Toshinori glanced over at Aizawa as silence descended in the darkened room once more. He didn’t agree with the way that Aizawa had handled the nurse, who was just trying to do her job, but he understood. Midoriya was like a son to him, and he was the first person he’d let himself get close to since his mentor passed. The fact that he hadn’t been there for him was tearing him apart on the inside. The weight of guilt was intense for him, he could only imagine how Aizawa felt being the first one on the scene and having to witness the horror first hand.

“Don’t.”

Toshinori blinked. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t sit there and blame yourself. There was nothing you could’ve done. The best thing we can do for them now is to be there for them.” Aizawa heard his own words as if from far away, the hollow sound to them grating in his ears. He could preach all day that All Might, Pro Hero and savior of countless lives, shouldn’t feel guilty about not saving two Heroes-in-training, but he knew the truth. The hard truth that Aizawa had failed . He’d failed as their teacher, their mentor, their protector. He’d failed those boys, and he would never forgive himself.

He knew that Toshinori had a special relationship with Midoriya, so it was likely that he was feeling every bit a failure as Aizawa currently felt like. But they were Heroes, and empty reassurances and promises were par for the course when it came to tragedies such as this.

Toshinori stood up suddenly, slightly startling Aizawa. He walked towards the door without glancing back. His hands clenched into tight fists as he stopped before reaching the door. “I’m going to go sit and wait for young Midoriya, someone should be there if he… if he makes it. Aizawa, I know you don’t believe for a second what you just said. But we must move forward and remain positive, because both of those boys are going to need us to be strong so that they can be weak a little longer. I’ll come find you in a little bit and we can swap places. After they are stabilized, we need to figure out how we plan to find the villains that orchestrated this and bring them to justice .”

And then he was gone.

Aizawa shivered to himself as he watched the door swing slowly shut. The way Toshinori said the word ‘justice’ wasn’t in the normal sense of the word. He said it with the clear intention of violence. Aizawa couldn’t remember a time where All Might had let his emotions get the better of him, had been anything other than the shining symbol of everything good and pure in this world.

He would’ve hated to be in the villain’s shoes that ordered the attack when All Might got a hold of him if he didn’t wish to bring the exact same kind of violence to them himself. It was startling to see such a change come over the Symbol of Peace, but then again situations like these changed people .

The door opened once more, and a young man who looked no more than 25 stepped into the room and shut the door. He strode over to Aizawa with confident steps and keen eyes. “Hello, my name is Doctor Tickel. I heard you’re ready to go check on your students. I’ll just need to do some standard checks and ask you a series of questions, and then we’ll be able to get you released and reunited with your students. As long as I have your cooperation, it shouldn’t take long at all.”

“All right.” Aizawa liked this guy, he had a no nonsense attitude and seemed to just want to get things done. Aizawa could relate.

And so he went through the motions, allowing himself to be checked out without problem. He zoned out as he answered all the doctor’s questions to the best of his knowledge, knowing that the faster they got this over with, the faster he could apologize to Bakugo for being such an awful teacher. It was only when a packet of papers was pressed into his hand that he snapped back to reality with a jolt. He focused his gaze on to the nurse, noting with detached interest that it wasn’t the same one as before. Until she spoke the words he had been waiting to hear for what seemed like eons.

“Alright, Mr. Aizawa, please follow me. I will take you to visit Bakugo. He should be waking up soon. Right this way.”

He stood abruptly, on her heels as she exited the room and started to walk down the hallway.

***

The room Aizawa entered, was not empty as he had expected. A nurse stood above an unresponsive figure in the bed. She held a flashlight in her hand and was doing a routine eye check for any signs of consciousness. She clicked her tongue and stood up, jotting on a keyboard. Then, she fidgeted with an IV drip before looking up and noticing the dark figure loitering in the doorway.

He placed his hands in his pocket to try and hide the trembling.

“His vitals say he’s fine. I don’t know when exactly he’ll wake up since the repairing recovery girl did took quite a bit of his stamina. Feel Free to stay and talk to him as much as you like.”

He closed his eyes to fight back the urge to crumple into a puddle of misery. His next question came with great hesitance. “What of… Midoriya Izuku?”

Memories flashed before his eyes of the destroyed body clutched by Katsuki. He was astounded that he had pulled through for this long.

Her voice kind of wavered at that, she took a deep breath and shook her head. “We- we don't know yet. We're doing everything we can, I can assure you that. I can't say..."

She chose her next words carefully. "I can't say that he'll survive."

“Thank you,” Aizawa mumbled under his breath, failing to hide his reaction of distraught. He shifted his weight and sighed. The nurse seemed to have caught the hint because she nodded and made her way to exit the room with a slight bow.

I owe Recovery Girl my own damn life for this. And a cup of coffee.

He figured she'd be with Izuku right now. He strode over to the bedside, dragging a nearby chair closer to plop into not so gracefully. Sitting next to the bed, he finally got a good look at Katsuki's face. The sight sent waves of pain and fear through him. Katsuki laid there, motionless. His expression mute, eyes closed. Nothing the teacher was used to, but considerably better than what he saw just hours ago. It still didn't fit him, and it left Aizawa feeling uneasy.

“Hey, kid…” He found suddenly that his voice felt as if it was going to betray him. He swallowed thickly. When did his mouth get so dry? Placing a hand on Katsuki's hand, he continued. “Bakugo, I'm so sorry. I’m so-.” A feeling of regret washed over him as he looked at the pale boy that laid before him, his face unemotional as he slept, something Aizawa still wasn't- and never was going to get used to. Remorse and guilt overtook him and tears began to fall silently.

The elder sat, for what seemed like hours. He played on his phone, read a fanfiction about a world with no quirks, which sounded absolutely frightening. He fidgeted, all in an attempt to keep himself distracted from the emotions around him. He thought about calling the boys’ families but decided to leave it to the police. He didn't need anymore tears, anymore reminder that he had failed. He just wanted to sit here and… protect Katsuki. There was no way in hell he would fuck up again.

“Were you crying again sir?” Aizawa’s head snapped up to look at where the voice had possibly come from. Looking back at him were two half-opened crimson eyes, blinking slowly. “Man that’s so pathetic”

Aizawa couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re awake... How are you feeling?”

“Beat up. But still kicking.” Aizawa couldn’t stop the smile that was being etched on to his face. He felt all the pressure and stress evaporate and be replaced with calm. Bakugo was awake, and by the sound of it... he would be just fine.

A smirk played on the student's face replaced by a grimace shortly after. He shut his eyes and groaned. “Ah, fuck my head.”

“Shhh,” Aizawa brushed his hand into Katsuki's hair and the child sort of hummed into it. “You're okay. Just relax.”

“You changed,” Katsuki mumbled, not as a complaint though. “You're… softer.”

Aizawa scoffed. “You're one to talk.” Sighing, he hesitated and brushed his hand through blonde hair again. “Speaking of talking, kid…”

Katsuki groaned painfully and Aizawa gently rubbed his arm. “Kid. Bakugo- what happened, huh?” He asked soothingly. His voice was as calm and comforting as he could make it despite the strain from the day settling on him. "Can you tell me what you remember?"

“Honestly, I don't know much. You'd have to ask that brat, the kid. All I know-” His voice was soft spoken, weak from the day's events and pain meds. “All I know is that Midoriya was pretty much dead when I got there. That stupid idiot-”

Aizawa was momentarily taken by surprise from the use of Izuku's proper name spoken by Katsuki. If he had to be honest though, it really didn't phase him after all the shit that had already happened in the last several hours alone. He almost smiled at the sentiment.

“He went and tried to be a hero again that fucking nerd. Saved that dumbass kid. Got himself fucked up. I came around and that bastard that h-hurt Izuku woke up and tried to fuck with me. Then he got Izuku- and I- ” His breath caught and he seemed to shrink into himself from the memories that found their way back to him in bursts. His voice went shaky and he trembled, earning a soothing touch from Aizawa. His damn head was blistering. He squeezed his eyes shut and earned some soft murmurs from the elder.

“Take your time, kid. I’m right here.” Aizawa once again brushed blonde locks to the side and smiled. Katsuki was gonna be alright, that's all that kept repeating in his mind.

The boy's eyes closed for a few moments and he sighed weakly.

“Thanks Bakugo. You don't have to keep going if you need rest-”

“No sensei, I gotta tell you everything cause- cause I fucked up.”

Aizawa blinked.

“What do you mean?”

He gulped and when he opened his eyes, tears started to pool at the corners. “I... didn’t get there... quick enough. I didn’t make it in time...”

Aizawa shook his head. “No you didn’t, you were amazing okay? don’t you dare say-”

“He told me to run.” Aizawa stopped breathing for a second. Bakugo’s hands shakily grabbed the bed covers before wiping his tears. “He told me to run... But... I couldn’t leave him. I couldn’t leave him like that because he was still breathing... and Moving him could have... It could have just killed him there...”

“Bakugo we can talk about this another time okay?” He patted Katsuki's hand. “But you should know that you didn’t fuck up okay? You did good.”

They locked eyes for a moment and a silence passed through them. Not a word was spoken but Katsuki understood and nodded weakly.

“I’ll go get the Doctor okay? Just stay there. You’re parents came in earlier too so if you want I can grab them-”

“Where’s Midoriya?”

Aizawa stopped. He couldn’t move. All the calm that he felt in those moments that Bakugo was awake was now gone and all that was left was dread. He opened his mouth to answer him but found no words coming out.

What do I say? I don’t know where he is. I don’t even know if he’s alive.

“Don’t worry about Midoriya okay, you just concentrate on-”

“Recovery, yeah I know, people keep telling me but where’s Midoriya?” Bakugo winced as he tried to sit up. Aizawa looked at Bakugo and couldn’t help but feel pity and disappointment at his own failure. The image of what he saw on the cliffside flashed into his mind.

Just let me die.

Was Midoriya okay? Was he in recovery? He didn’t know. He’d been sitting here for the past few hours. Everyone who he asked about him had just said they didn’t know.

“I’m sure he’s fine. I’ll go get the Doctor and check up on him okay?” As Aizawa began to leave, he could sense Bakugo staring at him with a scowl. He wasn’t stupid. He was pretty sure he’d figure it out eventually if nobody told him.

“If he’s not okay...” It was just barely above a whisper but it felt like Bakugo was screaming. “If he’s... not... okay....”

Aizawa turned to look at the blond in the bed.

“He’ll be okay. Just rest.” Aizawa pleaded. Bakugo nodded, tears in the corner of his eyes. Katsuki hummed a reply, and quickly fell asleep again as exhaustion overwhelmed him. It would be a tough few days for him as he sleeps of that concussion, but Katsuki was gonna make it. It still kept repeating in his head.

Aizawa strode out of the room and ran right into Toshinori, surprising him. The number one hero had a stoic look on his face. Aizawa's breath escaped him. “Midoriya… is he…?”

Please. For him... Be alive.

Toshinori didn’t have to say anything. Aizawa could see what looked like Midoriya’s mom crying whilst being held by Bakugo’s mom The look of desperation as she cried for her boy. It cut Aizawa open like a knife.

“They thought they could feel a pulse... which is why they took him straight to surgery to get his heart to start but... it was already too late.” Toshinori tried to take a step forward but ended up falling on the ground instead. Aizawa felt his knees give out in that moment, as if the weight of everything that happened within the last several hours decided to just pile on him all at once. An unfelt wind stole his breath from right under him. “He’s g... g-gone.”

Tears escaped Aizawa's eyes and he shakily let out a gentle sob, running his fingers through his hair. This wasn’t fair. He tried to get those images out of his head... Seeing him there... Bakugo begging for death.... It was like he was living the nightmare all over again.

I failed.

I completely fucking failed.

I promised him... I promised Bakugo he was going to be okay.

How can I even begin to call myself a hero if...

If I can’t even save one freaking person?

It felt like forever that they were kneeling on the ground. But all Aizawa could think of...

Was How badly he had fucked up.

***

Time felt slow.

Not just to him... but to everyone.

In total... Thirteen students were injured.

One was dead.

The teachers had said that school wouldn’t start back up again until they had a proper grip of the situation... Which really entailed press conference after press conference.

Eventually they went back... This time with a dorm system. It seemed to work. For a while nothing happened. Sure there was some villain ultra-cations but nothing normal pros could handle.

People just had to continue living their lives as if everything that had happened was in the past.

At least... they tried. Bakugo hadn’t gone back to school for a good month after it had started. He couldn’t face the realisation that when he got there, One table would be empty. Sorry... no. It wouldn’t since Todoroki and Ida had texted him that Shinso was now in class 1-a. Something Bakugo refused to get over. It would take time for everyone else to warm up to him as well. They were all welcoming but they couldn’t ignore that he was sitting in Midoriya’s seat. At Midoriya’s table. In Midoriya’s class.

When Bakugo had returned... He didn’t speak to anybody. Instead he trained harder and harder, till he was top of the class. It alarmed everyone how good he was becoming... and it completely freaked them out when he didn’t get all aggressive when something annoyed him. He ad changed.

“Hey Bakugo! Dinner’s ready!” Kirishima called as Bakugo had just come back from some late night training. That was a thing he did now. Running by himself late at night helped him clear his head. “Also, you’ve got a package on the table.” Bakugo frowned.

It wouldn’t be from his Mom, she gives him stuff when he came home on his days off.

He looked at the parcel on the table. It was wrapped in a light blue paper and tied with brown string. There wasn’t even a note. Gently, with everyone looking at him and wondering what it could be, he opened it up slowly.

Then he cried.

Inside was the familiar burnt notebook that he had thrown out of the window to be fish food.

Hero Research Notes Book #13

That damn nerd.

Bakugo couldn’t help but smile as everyone asked him what it was.

Perhaps Bakugo wasn’t alone.

Perhaps he wasn’t gone after all...

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Flutters-Ben Hardy

It’s here, as promised! Hope you guys enjoy!

“Y/N, just tell me why.” Ben begged you, tears filling his eyes.

“It’s for the best,” you answered, your voice hoarse because it felt like a rock the size of Africa was in your throat. You chin quivered as you shoved your suitcase and carryon into the back of the taxi, just outside of Ben’s apartment complex.

“For who’s best?” he asked and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to keep yourself calm. Ben stood behind you in only sweats and the white t-shirt he had slept in, his hair was a mess and he still had sleep in his features because he woke up to you packing and getting ready to leave four days early. When you started talking breakup he rushed out of bed, stumbling over the clothes from the night prior.

“Ben,” you begged, willing him to just take your words but he didn’t.

He wrapped his hand around your arm, whirling you around to face him and pulling until your chest was against his. The tears were no longer balancing on the rim of his eyes but were now rushing down his cheeks. “Certainly not the best for me.”

“Ben, please!” you exclaimed, pushing your hands into his chest. “Just… just let me go, Ben. You have to let me go.”

“Just tell me why,” he said, sadness dripping in his words and making your heart beat wildly in your chest. This was hurting you as well, it was killing you to do this but it had to be done and one day he’d understand it. Ben’s eyes searched your eyes before his hand slid up your neck and cradled your cheek, “Sweetheart.” He attempted a smile, “just come back inside and we can talk. You can tell me what’s going on inside.”

Your eyes nearly fluttered shut at his soft murmured words, the feel of his warm hand against your cheek, but if you went inside then this would all go backwards and you had to do this. You needed to walk away. This wasn’t a problem Ben could fix over tea and coffee. Your chin quivered as you stared up into his beautiful eyes. You realized this would probably be the last time you ever saw him, so you took everything in. From his soft lips, to his button nose and bright eyes. The blonde curls at the top of his head. The way his chest felt underneath your palms, the way his heart was beating so hard and in total fear of your next words and movements.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “We’re at different places and I can’t do this anymore.”

“Sweetheart,” Ben started but you gave one last shove and he let you go. You closed the trunk of the taxi and walked to the open door, “Y/N, please!”

You shut the door and flicked the lock down.

“Sure you want to go, Miss?” the taxi driver asked.

“Yes, now.” You forced yourself to say and he started driving down the street, heading straight for Heathrow, where you would catch your one way back to New York.

You kept your eyes forward because if you looked back you knew you would force the driver to turn back around. Because you knew that if you looked back at Ben, then it was game over. You breathed deeply and wiped at the tears on your cheeks, once you hit the highway you finally settled back into the seat. Your hands collapsing onto your stomach, giving a protective rub over the reason why you left Ben.

He wasn’t ready for a baby. Your relationship had only been eight months long, it was a pure and beautiful eight months, but one simple mistake and it was all ruined. The words Ben spoke to his mother stuck inside your head and played round and round like a stupid catchy song by Ariana Grande.

We’re not ready mum. It’s too soon for marriage and babies. My career is taking off and it would only make things harder… Maybe in five years.

But five years was happening now and you wouldn’t put Ben through being a father if he didn’t want to be. What were the chances of you two staying together after having a baby so soon in your relationship? Slim to none.

“How you doing, kid?” Joe asked through the phone after you got into your townhome in suburban New York.

“Kid? Joey, you’re only seven years older than me.” You chuckled, dropping your keys into the glass bowl, putting your purse onto the small table beside the door. You slipped off your shoes and sighed happily because your feet remained swollen and had been for freaking months.

Joe chuckled softly, “How was the doctors visit then, Y/N?”

“Good,” you smiled, traveling into your kitchen to grab a drink. It was a cloudy late morning and you knew that a storm was headed for your little townhouse so you couldn’t be more excited to sit inside and watch some TV on your day off after your doctors visit. Just to curl up with your favorite blanket on your plush couch, numbing your mind and hopefully taking the pressure off of your feet.

“Yeah?” You could almost hear your best friend of twenty years smiling through the phone, “How’s the baby? I wanna know about my nephew.”

“Excuse me,” you began to argue, “could be a niece, you jerk.”

“Okay, then how is my niece-possibly nephew doing?” he laughed as you settled on the couch, propping your feet up and looking down. Your belly was growing daily and you were becoming one of those pregnant women that was all belly. You found yourself eating all the damn time and peeing was becoming more of an hourly occurrence and lately you could feel odd flutters inside your stomach, almost like butterflies but a little heavier and more real.

You ran your fingers over your bump and smiled, “Good, the doctor is happy with the way things are going. He-she now has fingers and toes and is also the size of a banana.”

“Oh, my god,” Joe cooed and your cheeks burned with a happy grin. It had taken a lot for Joe to be okay with your recent decisions, but he never once looked at your baby as a mistake, instead when he found out you were pregnant he was utterly ecstatic. As much as Joe loved hearing all of this, you knew he wished you would share these moments with the father of your baby and remembering that made your heart sink.

“I can’t believe you only have four more months,” Joe breathed out before mumbling, “I need to start buying shit.”

You laughed, “No, no more presents.”

“Aw, come on, Y/N. What’s the fun in being the cool uncle if I can’t spoil the shit out of this kid?” Joe whined and you rolled your eyes. The man was in his thirties and still acted like a child. You were seven years younger than Joe, but sometimes you definitely considered yourself the more mature one. “Listen, I’ll call you back, kid. Give your belly some rubs for me.”

“Bye, Joey.” You laughed and hung up the phone, turning on your TV and curling up into your couch, immediately getting settled while absentmindedly rubbing your belly, something you found yourself doing more and more as time went on.

You couldn’t help but be excited to be a mom, to welcome this baby into the world with a warm hug. Sure, you were beyond nervous to be a single mom but you had more than enough people around you to help make it work. You would make this work, for this baby. Remembering that you were doing this on your own made you think about Ben and your stupid hormones made tears slip into your eyes. You hadn’t seen him since you left London three months ago, nor have you spoken to him. He tried calling and speaking through Joe, but you didn’t answer and eventually it all stopped.

He still loves you, Y/N. Joe would whisper to you during your worst nights. You should tell him.

I cant ruin his life. We barely know each other.

That’s a load of shit.

Promise me, Joe. Swear on my life you wont tell him.

….. I swear.

The storm outside had been raging on for the last three hours and the weather people said it wouldn’t let up until the early morning hours. Rain drops fell harshly onto your roof, making it sound like bullets dropping onto your ceilings, and when the thunder followed quickly after the lightening, it sounded like it was going to crack open your home. You hadn’t really moved from your position on the couch, other than to grab food and pee. You, at one point, grabbed all the snacks from your pantry and laid them out in your lap, your fingers picking what they wanted, bouncing from chips to apples dipped in honey and peanut butter. Your cravings were off the fucking wall and you didn’t even want to admit what you were craving.

When the storm originally started, your mom called and asked if she could come the spend the night with you but you denied it because you just wanted to enjoy the quiet of your home while the storm raged on. Her protectiveness hit an all new level when you told her you were expecting, and as much as you loved her willingness to be there and sit with you while you dipped your Cheetos in strawberry yogurt you just wanted time alone.

During your current marathon of Very Cavallari your phone began ringing. You picked it up while balancing the remote on your belly and saw it was Joe again. You sighed and picked it up, “Did mom beg you to call and check up on me? Joe, I swear to god, I am fine.”

“Y/N,” Joe stated. The way he said your name, the way it rolled off of his tongue stopped the chip from going into your mouth. It was his serious tone, it was his something is wrong and I need you to listen very carefully. It was his tone he used when he stopped being your best friend and more along the lines of that protective older brother mood he sometimes got into.

“What’s happened?” you asked, pausing the show and sitting up a bit more. “What’s wrong, is your mom okay? Is.. is Mary okay?”

“Y/N, you have to promise not to hate me.” Joe replied, not fully giving you the answer you were looking for.

“What?” you asked, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Ben knows, Y/N.” Joe blurted out, almost cutting you off. The blood drained from your face as Joe repeated himself, “Ben knows.”

“Joe, what the hell did you do?” you exclaimed into the phone as your doorbell rang, the Doordash guy finally showing up with your Chick-Fil-A order, one where you ordered everything off of the menu.

“It.. It, I don’t even know!” Joe exclaimed as you got up. “I hung up the phone with you earlier and he heard me tell you to rub your belly. He asked who was pregnant and he nearly throttled me into telling him! Y/N, I was scared shitless of him.”

“So you fucking tell him?” You exclaimed as you searched through your purse to grab you wallet.

“Okay, so that’s not actually the worst part,” Joe grimaced as you balanced the phone between your ear and shoulder, ripping your front door open.

Your heart plummeted into your stomach and suddenly all those cravings you gave in to today swirled around in your stomach because a blonde, green eyed man was staring at you. The blood was drained from his face as he took in your leggings and sweatshirt, immediately zeroing in on your swollen stomach.

His lips quivered, “You’re pregnant?”

“Oh, fuck. Yeah, he jumped on the first flight out of LAX, by the way.” Joe grumbled over the phone, after hearing Ben.

“I hate you.” You said to Joe and hung up.

Ben tried again, this time looking into your eyes. “You’re pregnant, with my child.”

Where would you even start? “Ben, I…”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” He yelled, suddenly finding his voice.

“Ben, maybe you should…”

“Leave?” he finished and shook his head, “I’m not going anywhere, in fact I’m going to go grab my bags because we have a lot of talking to do.”

No! “Ben!” you exclaimed as he ran back out into the rain, immediately getting drenched as he rushed back to his rental car. You’re unsure of how he managed that because he wasn’t even a dual citizen, let alone had his license, but either way you saw him lift up his trunk and you found yourself running towards him.

The heavy rain covered you from head to toe by the time you reached Ben and lightening filled the dark sky, thunder crackling above your heads. “Ben, stop, I don’t want to do this with you!” you yelled through the rain.

“What?” he asked, “Admit that you ran away from me, or tell me how you decided to kick me out of our baby’s life without even telling me you were pregnant!”

“You don’t even want a child!” you screamed, already feeling cold to your bones through the downpour.

“I never said that!” he yelled back, no longer fussing around with his luggage as he faced you. He looked broken as his hair stuck to his forehead, dark circles under his eyes with pale cheeks. He honestly looked like the last three months had been hell for him and the sudden news just added ten years to his pretty baby boy face.

“You mom asked you, and your answer was crystal clear, Ben.”

Ben went silent as he thought back three, almost now four, months ago. When he remembered the conversation that you overheard, he hung his hands on his hips and chewed on the inside of his mouth, trying to think of his next move. You knew you had him. You were fully aware that you decision to leave was rash and harsh and it broke two hearts in the process, but you would never bring a baby into the world, only for it to be unwanted to looked at as a mistake. Ben would one day be an amazing father, but his comments to his mom made it crystal clear that kids weren’t in yours and Ben’s new future.

“Love, you’re sopping wet, let’s get you inside before you get sick. Before something happens to the baby.” Ben faltered, stepping towards you and offering his hand to you.

You stepped back and placed a protective hand over your belly. You shook your head as your bottom lip quivered, a telltale sign you were about to start crying. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Y/N, please,” he begged, his face full of desperation. There was a huge chance you would get sick, and it would only put more stress on your baby, but there was no way you were letting him in.

“I will not let my baby come into this world unloved.” You stated as the tears finally rolled down your face and mixed with the pelts of rain. “I refuse to let this baby grow up in a home filled with anything less than love and adoration.”

“I do love this baby!” Ben shouted, not keeping a hold on his cool like you did.

“You didn’t even know until six hours ago.” You argued almost instantly.

“Because you didn’t tell me!” Ben pulled back on the shouting and turned his face to the sky. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back only for it to fall to his face again. He looked back at you again, this time with his own tears in his eyes. He looked at your small bump, with your hands still trying to cover it, and you watched as he stared at it with the same look in his eyes that he used to get when he looked at you. A look he gave you the second you pulled open the front door and he saw you standing there.

He looked back up at you. You felt a soft flutter in the pit of your stomach and realized it was your baby. Yours and Ben’s perfect baby. Ben smiled tenderly and spoke lowly underneath the thunder and lightening, “Y/N, my love for our baby doesn’t have to evolve. I don’t have to know the colors of the nursery, or which pram you’ve already picked out… Or which names you’ve picked out,” he gave you a teasing smile, one that made your heart flutter, “because I already know you had names picked out the day after you found out you were pregnant.”

You felt like you were suffocating under his eyes, so your hand touched your chest.

“The second I found out you were having my child, I knew I was in love because its you. You are the only person I see a future with, the only woman I dream about marrying. I’ve been spending the last three months dreaming about you and constantly thinking about you.” He sucked on his lower lip before smirking, “Sweetheart, you can fly halfway across the world to hide from me, but I’ll follow you anywhere. I’m never letting you go and I’m never leaving our baby.”

Oh, fuck me. You thought. You still loved this man and the fact that he found out you were pregnant and flew hundreds of miles to see you, only instantly after being told, showed you that you two could make it work. Your love for each other was all consuming, passionate but so fucking real.

“Ben, I,”

You didn’t get to say another word because he gripped your hand and tugged you to him. Hard enough to make you stumble into his chest, but soft enough that it didn’t hurt the baby. He grinned down at you before pressing his lips to yours. You melted into him and let his mouth assault yours in the most delicious way.

With a small nip at your bottom lip, he pulled away and stared down at you. You smiled, “I love you.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, “I love you so damn much.”

The rain finally got to you and a violent shiver raced through your body, making your muscles spasm and twitch against him. He frowned, “Let’s get you inside. Take a hot bath to warm you up.”

You wiggled your eyebrows, “Take one with me?”

He smirked and tugged your hair at the back of your head, causing dark swirls of pleasure to form between your legs, before pressing a heavy kiss to your mouth. “The answer to that is always yes.” He grumbled before grabbing his suitcase.

Maybe you didn’t hate Joe thaaat much.

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lildowdow123 · 4 years

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MLQC Guys being jealous (slight NSFW for Vic and Lu)

Hey everyone, I'm glad that people like my last piece so I decides to make another one. Hopefully you guys like it too. There may he some spoilers. If so I'll put it in ** so you can just be a Goldman and avert your eyes. Btw, in these, you're dating the s/o in question just to clear up any confusion

Also, feel free to drop me a message to ask me to do a particular scene. If I can, I'll do it

Exel own the bois

Lets get to it

Victor slight NSFW

Normally, its us who has our green eyed monster rear its head. Contenders for our medusa stares are socialites wanting to get a piece of Loveland's most eligible batchelor (like Chik) , the new pretty interns who spends a little too long with Victor

It is a rare event when the tables are turned and it is Victor questioning himself on weather he has it in him keep you with him. But rare isn't a never

At events like the LFG charity ball or an Investors evening, any occasion where MC dresses up and gets a little fancy, the CEO's blood pressure begins to rise when he sees how much male attention you get. Not in a creepy possessive way. More a jealous way.

You're chatting with another business owner, just making polite conversation with the man. Of course you get compliments on your outfit or maybe your hair. You're god damn gorgeous

The conversation gets more and more friendly. Small lines are dropped here and there like "Wow that colour really goes well with your eyes" or "It suits your figure" until soon enough he is asking you back to his place after this

You're a little taken aback by the offer at first. "Oh I'm really sorry.." you try to start. A shadow looms over you. The charming sexy devil in his suit has arrived

An arm finds his way around your silk covered waist, pulling you to him. He won't say anything unpleasant or nasty, the boi has decorum but he will make sure this man knows you're his

"Who's this MC?" Victor asks, his cold stare not moving away from the other man. He will hold his free hand out for him to shake while he introduces himself, not giving a damn about the mans name. He wont be around you two for much longer

"Victor Li. I'm with MC" and with that, the poor other man knows you're not available

His chit chat is far less flirtatious now that LFG's bossy bitch is standing with you anchored to him

After the event, when you two are driving back, feel free to give him a small rant on how the other man was just being friendly and that he shouldn't have scared him shitless. He may not take it seriously and argue that he was flirting with you and that he will not let someone else lure away his woman

A long night of jealousy/make up sex will follow as soon as you get back to his place. He will dirty talk you sometimes if you make him jealous. Things like "do you like my cock? Only I can make you feel this way" He'll take you all night and make sure that you have forgotten all about the other man

Kiro

Tbh, I find it really hard to imagine Kiro getting really jealous. He is always so bright and cheerful that it would be hard to see his green eyed monster. So forgive me if this is a little wishy washy

You and the backstage team are preparing for an episode of your show which Kiro will guest star in. He is getting prepped to be in front of the cameras when he sees you talking to one of his crew. It's pretty normal stuff. Communication between your team and his team is key to make this run smoothly so he doesn't pay that much mind. He just watches Miss Chips pull the concentrated face you make (also, it's been pointed out to me by another Tumblr writer that MC is an acronym for Miss Chips) because it's cute to see you get passionate about your work

That is something they all really appreciate about you

His attention is turned away from you and back to his makeup artist who is nearly done and just needs him to close his eyes for some setting spray but when he opens them again, the stagehand is much closer and leaning in for a kiss.

Miss Chips is leaning back away because she is already in a relationship with Kiro but the boy just keeps closing in.

Not on his watch *SPOILER: He has to stop himself from having a full on Helios moment with the guy*

"Hey, Miss Chips. I'm ready do you need me anywhere?" You hear the chipper voice of your star and boyfriend call out as he walks up to you, planting a kiss on your forehead. Stage boy backs up a little, seeing Kiro place his metaphorical stake on you.

He won't scream or shout or threaten violence on the boy. No, his way of expressing this jealousy is much more passive aggressive way. His smile will still be bright and his voice as happy as ever but after MC explains that she was just telling the guy that she needs the lights checked or something, he adds "so please do that now" in the most delightful tone he could muster

He might as well have said fuck off to the guy

He wont wait until they have privacy, he will make out with his MC as the backstage crew busy themselves around they, pinning the rest of you to the wall *SPOILERS kind of like that Kiro Kiss date* May earn some raised eyebrows from Kiki and Willow and a huff from the make up artist as his lip balm gets all over you.

Gavin

*SPOILERS I MIGHT AS WELL JUST PUT IT HERE BECAUSE THIS ONE IS KIND OF ONE BIG SPOILER THROUGHOUT ALSO, THIS ONE WILL NEED A FEW SMALL THINGS LIKE PEOPLE FORGETTING YOU EXIST THINGS TO NOT HAPPEN. OK?*

One word is needed to explain how BirdCop will get jealous on this. That word is Shaw

The guy is the embodiment of sexual energy, probably most teenage girls fantasy. Sk8ter boi with a nonchalant outlook on rules and authority with enough big dick energy to power New York. Now, MC isn't a teen anymore but it doesn't mean that you're not immune to his flirtatious charms

He was reluctant to let you meet his brother. In fact, for a long period of time he was completely opposed to it. Then, you two ran into eachother on the bus. Ooops

Ever since, whenever you two interact, Gavin feels the need to be around in some way. Weather it be with her, tuning into the Wind FM to feel that is happening or flying around wherever they are. It could be thought of as stalkerish but it comes from a good place..I think

Irrational things would be flying around his head. I mean, it's his brother. Jesus! "He's not even that much taller than me! And younger than me! How could he even attract her?"

Shaw being Shaw is sure to make some kind of comment that is bound to set Gavin off. It probably would turn into a fight. Like, not even a civilised wrestling round, like a proper bitch fight brawl. He'd tackle his brother's ass to the ground and start punching, maybe hair pulling so he can keep punching. Shaw would be putting up one hell of a fight just to bruise Gavin. Poor MC has to try and break up this shit

Later, once the fight has stopped and MC has managed to get Gavin away, she has to ice him down and try to patch up some of the scrapes that he had gotten.

Mother duck MC comes out in spectacular fashion to scold him, telling him not to do that again. Gavin will probably explain why he felt jealous of his brother but will do so with the biggest blush ever. Poor thing is a bit insecure about you and his brother but you'll find a way to try and ease it for him

Lucien slight NSFW

The man has a cool calm demeanor and a confidence that seems unshakable. Damn he looks hot while giving his lectures at Loveland Uni

Being the hot as hell POA that you are, you turn the heads of some of the university boys there. I mean, really. What's there not to love about you. You're fucking cute

He may not show his jealousy but it is there, building like a shaken coke bottle. Watching a guy sneak small whispers to you during his lecture? Not going to go unpunished.

Has the manners not to call you two out in front of the entire class but after his lecture ends, you best believe that this man is going to make the two of you stay behind.

Once all the other students have filed out of the lecture hall, he will begin. In his low, unwavering voice he will say to both of you (but mainly the guy since he did most of the talking) "I don't appreciate being talked over in my own lecture hall. If you don't have the courtesy to let other students learn, then I urge you to leave." He says, all serious. The small smile he usually gives you will not be there. It's more than just a light scolding.

Once he dismisses the other student, who leaves a little scared of how the professor talked to him, he will give you your scolding by going to the seat behind a desk and patting his knee. He takes off his glasses and gives you one of those piercing stares that let you know that he is deadly serious

Even if you protest that he was the one who started talking to you, he will not even say a word. His eyes will never leave you as you try convince him. This man is a bad jealous (not bad bad but pretty bad at handling it)

After you finally bend over his knee, he will pull down your trousers or skirt and tug down your panties, letting them pool at your bent knees. "You know that I don't like to share you MC" he will say in his deep voice

You'd best believe that he is making you count each one and thank the professor. You can feel his fingers occasionally dip down to tease you a little before returning to your now pink ass

20 spanks and a whole round of orgasm denial later, he will send you on your way but tells you to come over to his place later where you will continue...

I hope you enjoyed that. I am sorry if Lucien was a little short. I'll try to do better next time. If you have any scenes you want in particular, feel free to leave me a message and I'll do my best to complete it

Thank you

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fistsoflightning · 4 years

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falling snows

that’s right. i am your living legacy.

gatheredfates’ [30 day WOL challenge] | prompt: sacrifice

i don’t mean to beat the “haurchefant-related angst” horse but also take this. this fic was inspired by a peculiar crossover-esque screenshot taken by @to-the-voiceless involving the quote above!

for as long as lumelle can remember, she’s always wanted to be a knight. not one of the heavens’ ward, mind you—they had to serve the king, and lumelle thought he was kinda smelly back then, and especially thinks he’s worthless as a king now—but a true knight, like her mama in all the paintings hidden behind locked doors and curtains. any time lumelle would ask, she would reply that was when she was young and filled with energy; that her arms today could not carry such a burden of being a knight.

lumelle hadn’t understood, then, what she meant by burden, blinded as she was by the gleaming swords and polished armor… by her own storybooks and young age.

she hadn’t donned her armor since auphine was born, but on the eve of lumelle’s tenth birthday—the one year they stayed home, rather than send her a birthday gift by moogle and a fulm long letter apologizing for not being there—mama had dusted off her gleaming platinum armor and circlet to play lumelle’s knight for the day, taking her through snow-dusted streets proudly.

“now, now, my little bell,” mama had chided when lumelle said she wanted to be a knight just like her. in her arms, lumelle felt safe, even when the stupid boy from house dzmael was just a few short yalms away from them with a snowball in his hands and three other kids behind him. “do you know what it means to be a knight?”

at a energetic shake of her head, mama laughed brighter than the sun, and said, “a knight lives to serve and protect those she loves. her shield becomes their towers, and her sword their final defense. at its very core, becoming a knight requires dedication.”

ten-winters-old lumelle, bright-eyed and still cheerful despite it all, took that to heart and worked to become a knight—and she did. just a fledgling knight by the time she returned home, vishap’s blood on her name, but one regardless

a knight lives to serve. to protect. to sacrifice. there is no greater calling, edmont mutters as he leaves haurchefant’s side, stifling pained tears as reese quietly walks after him. haurchefant surely would have had some witty response if he weren’t currently in a coma, the wound spanning his entire chest a scar thanks to lunya’s quick thinking, and lumelle realizes that mama never told her about being a knight, hoping that her childhood dream would one day die out like so many others.

to be someone’s shield, at the forefront of combat, a knight has to be lucky a thousand thousand times as every hit chips away at their strength.

your adversary only has to be truly lucky once.

francel comes in some time after—his steps are always light, always measured—and sits in the empty chair by lumelle, watching the rise and fall of haurchefant’s chest like a tourney, afraid to look away in the off chance—

“francel,” lumelle mumbles into her knees, and she’s more than certain that she looks like an utter mess; hair loose, tangled, and soaked in blood, her armor with more than a few dents and scratches, and an excessive amount of gauze wrapping the burns from charibert and the deepest cuts from grinnaux. curled up into a ball on her chair as she is, she might as well look like a brume brat. “i’m going to chase zephirin to the ends of this world to strangle him.”

honestly, she thinks she could do a lot more to the heavens’ ward if she weren’t on the verge of sobbing loud enough to wake the dead; first elwin, then haurchefant? she’s half expecting some barmy excuse of heresy to come and meet francel again, and she’ll come back to find all of what made ishgard home gone.

“and i trust you will come back to tell the tale, where i will be waiting with those kukuru rusks you adore… and, hopefully, haurchefant by my side,” francel says like a prayer, a gentle hand combing whatever tangles it can out of lumelle’s hair. by the fury, he’s going to get blood all over his gloves and lumelle doesn’t have the heart to lift a hand against him.

she wants to promise him she will, her head held high and heart lighter than it is here, but part of her knows no promise would suffice. a knight lives to sacrifice, after all, and she is no more willing to have another pay the price for her mistakes.

“haurchefant will survive,” she promises instead. lunya, reese, a’dewah, duscha—none of them are fools; they know their way around fatal wounds… even if it took lunya everything she had to narrowly save him. the four of them have all of lumelle’s faith and trust by this point in their stories, and if she didn’t believe in them, what kind of friend would she be?

(if she didn’t believe in them, would she still be here in the first place?)

the room falls silent as francel quietly runs his gloved hand through lumelle’s hair until the tangles are nearly gone, and only then does he whisper, “i believe in both of you and your strength.”

...

it feels like another era comes and goes as they wait impatiently, traveling across the realm as always—adventurers aren’t wont to stay in one place, after all, especially not with them and the call of the realm at large. bismarck rises and falls, y’shtola comes back from the very lifestream, garlond ironworks prepares the excelsior for her maiden flight after soleil.

lumelle’s heart stays in ishgard the entire time she’s away, trying to heal before she inevitably finds herself broken again, by some new tragedy that comes into their path. she comes home, picks up the shards of her heart, and on the eve before cid takes them to azys lla, lumelle makes one final courtesy visit to haurchefant’s bedside, just in case this be the last she sees him alive.

(or just in case she doesn’t make it back alive.)

“so the little drake does pledge her life to fortemps,” estinien remarks when she meets his eyes, him leaning next to the door leading to haurchefant’s sickbed. his armor nearly blends in with the wallpaper; lumelle snarkily thinks he’d make for a good gargoyle. “color me surprised.”

she sighs, crossing her arms. “i am much too tired for—”

“relax. i’ve lingered not to insult your friendship, but to caution you. your sword—” estinien uncrosses his arms to pick up her sheathed sword, leaning on the wall besides him, and pull the blade out to reveal a good three-fourths of the blade missing. “failed to survive even with the smithy’s help. if you plan on joining us, i suggest you either find your lance or procure a new blade.”

mama’s sword… and her lance is lost somewhere in ul’dah, likely in the hands of some greedy merchant by now. even if she were to look for a blade suitable for her stature now, the jeweled crozier has surely fallen into chilly night; it’d be near impossible.

“...thank you kindly, estinien.” she toys with her earring as she looks away from the dragoon, sorely regretting not taking more care when she fought grinnaux. to break laevateinn in such a stupid, foolish move during a rescue mission, of all things… how disappointed would mama be in her?

he nods, quietly setting laevateinn back down next to him as he continues his silent vigilance, and lumelle walks past him and into haurchefant’s room, the metal click of her repaired boots catching her off guard. even for this time of night, the manor felt… quiet. peaceful. contented with their circumstances, perhaps.

and then lumelle nearly wrecks that blissful quiet when she rounds the corner to face haurchefant’s sickbed and finds him awake, peacefully listening to francel murmur about a firmament and plans for the future.

“haurchefant?!” lumelle hisses if only to keep herself from screaming loud enough to wake the entirety of ishgard. how is he—it’s only been a short moon or two since she was last in ishgard, and the others had assumed he would take much longer to fully recover and awaken from his coma, so how…?

she nearly falls face first onto the hardwood floor, tripping over herself to sit by her friend’s side as he gives a wan smile. francel, who must have been interrupted by lumelle’s incredibly rude entrance, doesn’t seem to mind her presence at all, drawing another chair out from its place against the wall.

“back in your armor, my friend? i thought you injured as well,” haurchefant wheezes, his voice softer than down and weaker than watered wine. francel, who has quietly shifted his stool so he sits besides her, grips his sleeve tighter at the noise.

“forgive me, but haurchefant; you do understand that lunya did truly mean no speaking until your wound heals, right?” francel says in a smothering sort of way that lumelle remembers from when she was younger and dumber, after each and every time she’d willfully challenge haurchefant in a mock duel and swiftly get her arse handed back to her.

haurchefant only grins wider at that, leaving francel to huff in faux annoyance as he too looks closely at lumelle’s armor. she’d just gotten it all repaired—a job made so much harder without elwin to guide her about it—and now she looked closer to lucia or handeloup than she did before.

“i dare say you did an excellent job repairing the metal,” francel remarks, poking at the pauldrons carefully. “ah, but lumelle. one question.” he politely motions to lumelle’s hip, where laevateinn usually sits, and draws haurchefant’s attention there with it. “where is your sword? i see only your shield.”

“...laevateinn? i—” lumelle politely coughs into her fist to stop herself from wheezing; she has to stay strong, especially now. she couldn’t—she was supposed to be a warrior of light, for halone’s sake, a sword shouldn’t— “the crack laevateinn earned in the vault from grinnaux was, unfortunately, enough to destroy the blade…”

gods, she’s going to end up crying in front of haurchefant someday if life continues to beat her down like this. both of them know just how much she valued laevateinn, after all, it being the final birthday gift she’d gotten before running away from home; she wouldn’t be able to bear them trying to console her over the loss of something stupid like a sword that was already decades old.

(mama would be so, so disappointed in her if she knew that lumelle was even alive. laevateinn was her pride and joy.)

“i know little of where you are to travel next, but excuse me if i find it unreasonable to travel without a new weapon,” francel murmurs, resting his chin in his hands. “but where would one get a sword at such an hour…” she merely stays quiet as francel’s discerning glare is interrupted by haurchefant throwing the thick quilt lying over his chest to the side.

“...if you are in desperate need of a sword,” haurchefant wheezes, sitting up in bed despite all of lumelle and francel’s quiet protests. “you may have mine, from my younger years.”

he points to the wall just above his desk, stacked high with papers he likely brought from camp dragonhead, to a sword mounted on the wall. it’s a tad longer than lumelle’s usual sword… but the way it’s framed above everything else in haurchefant’s room has lumelle pausing. the succession of blades, heirlooms, a knight’s first sword— “but that would mean...”

haurchefant nods as francel tries to keep his shocked silence behind a neutral face, hands folded primly in his lap. most knights who rise to high enough levels consider their first blades heirlooms, legacies to be passed down to their future children—if they are lucky enough to have any, what with the dragonsong war.

but haurchefant was still here, despite it all, and still he would give it up?

“to help my dear friends, i would be more than happy to pass down my first sword to you. tis doing no good merely hanging from my wall as it is.” he nearly climbs out of bed to unmount the blade himself until francel throws his arms in front of the injured knight. if he kept pushing his luck like this, lumelle would make sure herself he wasn’t awake to do so.

“i couldn’t possibly—you still have—” lumelle makes some frantic gestures as she loses whatever fraction of composure she had francel metaphorically beat into her brain during her free time. “reese. what about—haurchefant, i cannot willingly take your first sword when i’m going to commit regicide.”

francel balks at that—oh cripes, he didn’t properly know the full story, did he?—but haurchefant laughs in short wheezes, not as bright as he was before the vault but still there. he lifts his hand to pet lumelle’s head, as if her hair had raised in protest despite the tight pigtails she tied them in, and grins softly. it’s muted, compared to his normally gleaming smile, but it’s still his signature smile.

“you need not carry my legacy by taking up fragarach, but i must ask this you, ser lumelle,” haurchefant says, finally not calling her little or lady, but ser. he folds his hands into his lap, pinched eyes hiding the pain he must be suffering by sitting up to look at lumelle rather than the ceiling, and francel places his hand over haurchefant’s in a desperate plea to get him to lie back down. “please… keep them safe.” he does not mean them, the warriors of light, more than he means her—reese.

every true knight should know a plea for help when she sees one.

“of course.” lumelle puts her hand over francel’s in an odd sort of promise, but one nonetheless, and for the first time in moons, haurchefant’s smile graces the three of them, lying back down at peace with his circumstances.

...

with haurchefant’s blessing, you obtain fragarach.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #seaswolchallenge #haurchefant greystone #lumelle de lipine #francel de haillenarte #estinien wyrmblood #reese #GUESS WHO GOT INTO THE ISHGARD LORE AGAIN????#also don't @ me about the 'ser lumelle' thing. it's accurate. look at laniaitte de haillenarte's intro dialogue and look me in the eyes #fragarach: did you mean frog rock?#my writing #tales from the blue

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osseincactus · 5 years

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Fallout Oc Companion Meme

I got tagged by @satanasss666 to do this! This is a “Lynn never became courier 6 so she never got shot in the head and instead was just the weird part-time mailman, rich ncr girl au”

This ended up being way longer than I intended so I’m putting it under a read more. Hopefully it’s easy to read ;; I don’t write all this for nothing.

You have a chance to find Lynn at any ncr camps, although you will always have a higher chance of finding her at Camp McCarran. If you don’t have her recruited as a companion and she’s wandering a camp the npcs around may have special dialogue the mentions her being there. If you have high enough speech or barter you can convince Colonel Hsu at McCarran to call Lynn to the camp. It’ll take a day for her to get there however. She will not be recruitable if the player has positive reputation with the powder gangers.

Name: Lynn Elizabeth Chelsea

Weapons: Sweetie (her gold club, it has a unique texture covered in stickers with chipped pink paint and a bow tied to the handle), power fists, and a plasma defender.

Companion perk: Keeping the Peace: ncr will never be hostile regardless of the players reputation. Player will gain almost double the reputation with the ncr each time rep is gained.

Dialogue:

I think we should travel together: “Oh thank god, I thought you’d never ask! {whispered} Just between you and me, I’d rather be anywhere but here.” / “I knew ya wouldn’t survive being away much longer”

Use Melee: “{chuckles} Yeah, just my speed.” / “{squeals} Oh fun! Ya won’t regret this!”

Use Ranged: “Uhh you sure ya wanna do that?” / “{groans} Ugh do I have to? Can’t you do it?”

Open Inventory: “Having fun digging through my pockets huh?” / “Probably for the best I carry it yeah?” / (If you take any of the stuffed animals) “HEY! Don’t touch those they’re...{quietly} just don’t touch them okay?”

Stay Close: “Don’t even have to ask doll.” / “You don’t have to beat around the bush ya know? I’ve seen the way you look at me {chuckles}”

Keep Distance: “Aww what, ya don’t like me anymore?” / “That’s good too! Ya know the view from here is great. {laughs}”

Stealth: “Was that a joke? That’s not funny ya know.” / “Ah yeah, that’s code for “fail miserably and die” right?”

Back up: “Agk sorry!”

Be Passive: “You sound like dad ya know that?” / “{chuckles} ya gotta be soft like a lamb right”

Be Aggressive: “Oh you’ve made me the happiest girl in the world!” / “Well dont tell Hsu or we’ll both be in trouble.”

Use Stimpaks: “Oh you’re the doctor now?” / “{grumbles} If I need one I think I could decide for myself don’t ya think?”

Wait Here: “I’ll try.. not promising anything.” / “oh... yeah... okay...”

Follow me: “YOU CAME BACK!!! I mean uhh...yeah lets go!” / “Ah you’re back, thank god!”

Send to the Lucky 38: “{Gasps then squeals} Really? Like really really? Can I sleep on your bed? Are there holotapes there? I’m gonna steal your food is that okay with you? Ca-” (Player cuts her off) “Oh.. sorry.. imma go there now.. bye!”

Send Home: “Really? Are you sure? ...Yeah I guess I have missed dad a bit...” / “You’re gonna come get me again right?”

Combat: “Sweetie it’s fighting time!” / “Finally some action!” / “Oh boy... We got friends here!” (if enemies are raiders) “Don’t kill them. I wanna deal with it..” / “Not so fun now is it?”

Death: “...cold... so.. cold..” / “That’s... not good...” / “In my bag... quick... I-...”

Lynn has a few special dialogue moments at certain locations.

If the player shoots when there are no enemies around she will say, “GAck jesus watch out, don’t you think I have enough scars?”

When travelling to any ranger station she’ll say “Oh dad used to bring me here... not very often, but sometimes! ...Not like there’s much to see here.”

When traveling to Camp Golf she’ll mention that “It used to be like the others... ya know the big military camps that “get stuff done”... but now it’s just full of kids that I don’t think wanna be here.”

Lynn will comment on McCarran saying “Dad comes here a lot! So watch out... he might kill you with hugs if he catches us...” but she will only comment if you did not recruit her in McCarran.

She will also comment on the dam warning you to “watch out for Moore.. she’s got claws..”

Lynn will also give you one warning before she leaves you’re party permanently.

If you gain high reputation with the powder gangers while she is recruited she will pull you aside and tell you “Listen, I’m not trying to tell ya how to live your life, but if this is gonna be the way you’re acting then I don’t think I want anything to do with you...” The player will need to pass a small speech check to promise her you wont continue helping them.

If you continue to gain reputation, help the Khans get drugs to the fiends, or attack Camp McCarran Lynn will once again initiate a conversation “YOU BASTARD! You promised me you would stop, why would you help them? Do you like to see me hurt is that it? This whole time I trusted you just for you to turn around and do this? I... I think I should leave...” After this the conversation will end and the player will get a message saying Lynn has gone back to Camp McCarran. The player will also lose major reputation with the ncr and no longer be able to recruit Lynn as a companion as well as random npcs around the mojave will start to mention you hurting Lynn. If you attack McCarran before the first warning Lynn will leave without any dialogue.

Aggression: Aggressive

Confidence: Foolhardy

Assistance: Helps friends and allies

Various people around the mojave will comment on Lynn:

Ncr soldiers will say “Is that August’s kid? I thought she hated coming outside?” / “Lynn? How’d you get her out?” or “Uhh does your dad know who you’re traveling with Lynn?”

Freeside residents will say “Hey Lynn! Y’all running jobs for your dad?” / “When you go back home could you tell Gus I need some help?” and “You’re in good company there!”

While Freeside drunks will ask Lynn for some caps saying “This is the last time I promise.”

The Followers of the Apocalypse say “Lynn! Is that a new recruit?” / “Julie is upstairs if you’re looking for her!” and “Y’all looking for Arcade? He’s in one of theses tents... probably..”

AAAA this ended up being way too long but it was fun! I hope the read more i put works... imma post it here and come back later to add her companion quest once i figure that out!

I don’t know who all has done this so if you wanna do it just say I tagged you!

#lynn #i just like talking about her okay?#if you have any ideas for a companion quest for her please tell me i need help

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torannosaurusrexy · 5 years

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No Mercy

Chapter 1: A String Of Losses

➝ Genre: Smut

➝ Pairing: Park Jimin | Reader

{Switch!Jimin} {Switch!Reader} {Boyfriend Jimin} {Teasing} {Masturbation} {Masturbation—Female} {Jimin Being A Lil’ Shit} {Competing Couple} {Short Fic Series}

➝ Word Count: 4728 | Ch. 1/2

{Read on AO3} ➝ {Here}

➝ Summary: Some couples play Monopoly, others play Chess. However, Jimin and you are not those couples. You prefer to play games with much higher stakes, and the stakes this time? Well, they’re higher than ever before. The rules are simple: The first to cave loses and the winner tops. Simple as that.

“Check mate.” Namjoon smiles, moving his bishop deftly into a position of no return, making you drop your jaw and nearly flip the table in frustration when you realize you lost yet another long winded chess match against the master™. Aside from Namjoon’s near genius IQ, you have to admit that he’s rather cunning and charismatic atop that reliable brain of his. He uses his way with words and means of complimenting you platonically as a means of strategic annihilation.

You fall back against the chair, huffing in subsequent diffidence that leaves Namjoon reeling. There’s no doubt that Namjoon’s gotten a kick out of your persistent thirst for victory. He wears a blithesome smile thats stretched so far from ear to ear that you worry his face is—or soon will be—permanently stuck that way. “No fair!” You jump out of your seat, pointing at the chess board like it somehow cheated you and now you were left with nothing but a string of losses and a shattered ego.

Namjoon laughs, throwing his head back before allowing it to rise again as he runs a delicate hand through his silvery locks. “What do you mean no fair? I won.” He points at the marble chess board, eyeing the abundance of pieces he took from you while he still had quite an assortment of soldiers at his beck and call…it seems Chess just isn’t your cup of tea. “The game was practically mine the second you moved your rook out of the main defense line.” He talks lambently with his hands, going on to describe what you could’ve done to avoid such a situation…and another loss. You’ve lost interest though, especially as you spot Hoseok and Jungkook deep in a game of foosball.

Now there’s a game you can go varsity in.

“That’s all great Joon, why don’t you teach Taehyung or Yoongi while I go regroup by kicking Kook’s ass at foosball?” He halts his stale monologue about the finery of chess to stare up at you with a puzzled look on his face. He turns to rest his eyes upon the two boys who have their tongues poking at the flesh of their cheeks while they try to decode the contingency of their foretold game.

Nodding, Namjoon turns back to you, smiling reluctantly. “Fine.” He relinquishes, allowing you the freedom you requested and returning his attention to the chessboard, examining the pieces and placing them back on the appropriate square as you begin to skip away towards the active match inside the large wooden table that shakes every so often due to the animosity in which the two young men play.

Jungkook scores past Hoseok and takes the game, an exponential lead that—despite his best efforts—Hoseok never would have won. “Think I can have a go?” You ask, standing beside Jungkook who’s still mid victory dance. On a piece of paper, Jin jots down the score silently.

“Finally! A rookie.” Hoseok grins, assuming you’ve never played foosball and thinks he finally has the advantage over an opponent.

“Funny, but I’ll have you know I was trained in the most advanced foosball arts.” You lie, trying to get Hoseok to cower into one of the stools beside Jin who’s now staring between the group while he waits to keep track of the next match.

“Foosball Arts? That’s not a thing.” Jungkook spins one of the metal bars within the table around quickly, rattling the little plastic players within that you can’t help but feel bad for.

You look away from the spinning bar and instead place your hands on your hips, taking a step towards Jungkook and cocking an eyebrow. “And how would you know?”

“I made Yoongi look it up once. I wanted to take a class…alas, it did not exist.” He shrugs, making everyone within the vicinity break down in laughter at his sarcastic stupidity.

Upon recovering, you step to one side of the table, holding two of the handles and taking a competitive stance. “Despite that, wanna play?” Jungkook and the others slowly let the laughter die down before positions are taken and Jin stands to drop the ball into the board.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He smirks and shifts his eyes quickly from you to the wooden table decorated pristinely like a field.

The ball is dropped and both opposing sides snap into play.

At the same time as ball meets wood, Yoongi traipses through the threshold to the lounge; Taehyung and Jimin following close behind, but they’re too caught up in conversation to notice the game taking place upon entering. Namjoon smiles when Yoongi joins him at the chess table; frankly you aren’t sure how long that will last—nevertheless, he seems overjoyed to see his close friend.

Across the room, Taehyung flamboyantly throws his hands into each word he utters; a laugh of amusement flowing from Jimin upon hearing the end of Taehyung’s unruly story. A yelp of disfavour leaps without notice from your throat as Jungkook scores, and Jimin jumps at the sound of your voice. “That’s three to three. Seems you guys are tied.” Jin announces, making yet another tally mark on the small notepad he has with a flick of his pen.

The game soon resumes and you still remain oblivious to Jimin’s entry with the others. However, he’s anything but oblivious to your presence. Embracing a taciturn air, Jimin abandons Taehyung who doesn’t seem the least bit bothered; portrayed by his blithesome smile upon approaching Yoongi and Namjoon. You spin one of the rows of players hard enough for the ball to fly past Jungkooks defenses and directly into the goal. “Yes!” You bellow, throwing your hands up in the air. Jimin takes advantage and loops his arms around your waist.

“Nice shot, but I’ve seen better.” He teases, juddering your hips back and forth in his palms gently.

You spin to wrap your arms around his neck, “Its nice to see you too.” His lips steal yours in a suitably soft smooch that leaves you blushing.

“Ughhhh, gross!” Hoseok groans jokingly, pretending to hurl into Jin’s lap. “Get a room will ya?!” The small group chuckles together before you finally slip from Jimin’s airy grasp. He lingers, admiring your derrière from afar.

“One more point and I win maknae.”

Jungkook snorts, “Yeah we’ll see about that; and it's Golden Maknae to you.”

“Don’t flatter yourself Kook.” Namjoon says from across the room, remaining absolute and focused on his game with Yoongi but somehow still finding time to shrink the Maknae’s ego.

More laughter; the most heavenly of sounds thrown from each of these boys as if they’re happy to be rid of it. It provides such rapture that you’re not sure you could ever live without the sound.

Jin drops the ball back onto the chipped playing field, and off the two of you go; spinning the plastic players with all your might. Your hands ache and sting with how tight you squeeze the paddles. You want this win. You need this win. Being competitive runs through your blood faster than that of the oxygen it carries. Currently, you have control of the ball. Getting past Jungkook wont be easy. He’s fast and has the reflexes of a cobra…scoring won’t be any walk in the park. Passing the ball to another row of your players, you slip past your adversary’s last line of defense. But, it’s too late. Jungkook spins his paddle of players and the ball goes flying all the way back, making a home directly in your goal box. “NO! Goddammit!” Hoseok and Jin burst out laughing, Jungkook celebrates with a dance.

Wiping away a jest induced tear, Jin finally announces the score. “Four to four hot stuff. Seems the maknae might win after-all.”

“I wouldn’t bet on it.” You growl, keen on winning and rubbing it in Jungkooks smug face.

“I will.” Jimin shrugs, smiling. You and the others divert your stares to your boyfriend who seems for dying today. “I’ll bet that Jungkook wins. If he does…then I get something in return. Fair?”

“Uh oh, they’re doing it again.” Jungkook whispers towards his two elders who have been onlookers this entire time.

The three of them turn pale, bets between the two of you have ended in a variety of ways. Multiple involving some of the ensemble getting injured by flying shoes and handbags. Jungkook—poor boy—is the unlucky chap caught in the crossfires this time around…and the pale hue to his usually bright melanin skin tells anyone who dare to look over that something is about to go horribly wrong; or that Jungkook is about to be revisited by his lunch.

You turn to face Jimin, pulling him by the shirt towards you. “And if I win?”

He grins, his fairy like blue hair making him appear innocent when he’s anything but. “We’ll decide later. Just do me a favor and lose.”

“Over my dead body.”

“That can be arranged.”

You raise a fist to hit your lover when Jungkook calls out: “Growing old here! I don’t care what the two of you get if you win or I do; but I for one would like to actually find out who owns the bragging rights.” Jin and Hoseok try their damndest to conceal smiles, but fail nonetheless.

You return to the table, trying with all your might not to let the nervousness you feel sift its way onto your face. Jungkook radiates cocky energy the second you look up to meet his steadfast eyes. “Last point; next scorer takes the game!” Jin announces, sounding exactly like a sports announcer should. “On my count.” He looks to both players. “Ready? Set? Go!”

With his last dropped word the ball follows and the game resumes, drawing the attention of all occupants of the room. Taehyung has gravitated towards the table, even Namjoon and Yoongi have turned their bodies and heads to watch the making of a foosball champion. Which hopefully, is you.

Your tongue rests at the corner of your mouth as you watch with sharp eyes: the ball move back and forth between the two teams’ players. “Get out of my way dammit!” You shout, raising a chuckle from your opponent and friends.

“That kinda defeats the purpose gorgeous.” Jungkook utters, smiling.

Jungkook has the ball, moving up the field and closer to your goal box. At last second you're able to maneuver the ball from him, moving it back towards his goal. Your attempts are short-lived however; as your opponent uses his quick thinking and rapid reflexes to steal the ball back and move it down towards your side. Sweat trickles down the back of your neck, you’re not sure if you could take another second of the stress. If you time it right, you could hit the ball past Jungkooks defense and into his goal. So, you spin the paddle.

Your heart rings in your ears and you squeeze your eyes shut. You hear the ball land in a goal box. You smile and open your eyes, ready to celebrate. Jungkook cheers, jumps up and down and moves away to do a front flip. “Victory is sweet!” He screams.

You’re at a loss for words. Your jaw falls slack and a chorus of ‘Ooo’s’ and low grunts erupt through the crowd. “Nice pull through Kook. I was sure you’d lose.”

Taehyung goes and gives Jungkook a high five, providing you with a solemn look of peace. Then, the cool presence of Jimin comes up behind you. He whispers, “Now…for the next competition.”

The evening draws to a close when the others depart to find time for themselves. Namjoon and Yoongi first, most likely heading back to their studio’s or rooms back in the dorms to produce or catch up on some much needed beauty sleep. Jin, Hoseok, and Taehyung leave not too long afterward. They said something about going out to eat. Jungkook’s head turned at that but he was looking to Jimin and you to see if you’d be joining them. “We’ll catch up Kook. Tell the other’s we’ll meet you all there.” Jimin’s smile was warmer than a crackling fireplace, and there’s no way Jungkook could say no. He pivots, and follows the others out the door with a smile.

Jimin waits until he no longer hears footsteps to turn to you and steal your lips for his own. You push him off thanks to his lingering words still swirling through your mind. “So about this competition…” You start, “Care to tell me more?”

Your lover grins from ear to ear. “So you got a hold of that did you?”

You nod. “I did. And i’d like to know what you meant by it.”

He sighs, moving his hands down to your hips and holding you there. “I was thinking...we play a game with higher stakes than that of a foosball game.”

Your curiosity has officially peaked. Park Jimin has these dark eyes that can scoop you up completely with just one glance. Your full attention is on those eyes, and what they’ll do next. “What does the winner get?”

“Topping rights.” He whispers the words with a gentle smirk plastered to his face. It's clear that this has been an idea of his for quite some time. Like a sleeping panther, he waited for his time to strike.

You waver, fluttering your eyelashes and glancing about the room. “For how long?”

Jimin licks his lips, “A week.”

“Hm, Surprising.” You’ve grown cocky, and feel a raging fire of confidence surge through you.

“What is?” Your lover questions, confused by your comment.

“It’s surprising that you’d be willing to give up topping rights for a whole week.”

He starts to laugh, to think you actually believe you’ll beat him. Jimin’s had this game of his planned out for months; and he knows your weaknesses. “I admire your confidence. But I’ll win this one Kitten, you can bet on that.”

You move forward and kiss him, mumbling a “We’ll see about that.” Between your parting lips.

Dinner at the restaurant with Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jin was business as usual. The appetite the boys had was big; and the bill was twice that size. Upon arrival of certain meal parts and between meat being cooked, Jimin had conjured a deep and insightful conversation with Taehyung about Korean traditions and origins, a topic Jin soon took over. “Hungry?” Your lover whispers, his hand resting on your thigh.

“Very; my stomach might eat itself if I don’t get something inside me soon.”

A silence ensues between you two, but Jimin’s eyes gleam with the promise of an innuendo don’t leave you. He starts to chuckle and you soon register the words that escaped you. “I can put something inside—”

You dig your nails into his hand that you’ve been holding.

Jimin flinches, wincing in pain before reaching for your wrist with his free hand. He squeezes until you let up and whisper, “Nice try.”

Jimin smiles and looks up to Hoseok, “Hyung, we have a hangry lady over here…mind saving me from a mauling?” He asks, teasing you gently with the use of the word hangry. Doing so all while all while desperately trying to evert his train of thought from attempting to seduce you.

Hoseok proceeds to cut open different chunks of meat, checking each one for imperfections and rawness. “These few are done.” He announces, pointing to a select couple of chunks that make your mouth water.

Both Taehyung and Jin stop their conversing at the announcement of fully cooked meat. “Ladies first.” Hoseok hastily lets the words slip past his lips, gulping back a mouth of saliva.

Your own lips part to answer him as you hold out your plate. It’s then that Jimin’s hand moves towards an area of you that is usually reserved for touching within the confines of your bedroom. “ThANK you Hobi.” Jimin’s hand brushes over your panties, up and down tracing slow needy movements that causes your tone to fluctuate.

Hoseok doesn’t seem to take your tone fluctuation as anything out of the ordinary. If anything, he thinks you’re playing. “You’RE WELcome!” He jokes, copying your tone.

You quickly take back your plate, dropping it onto the table and allowing it to land safely with a clack. Jimin resumes a conversation with Jungkook to cover his own ass. His hand and fingers remain doing the job they set out to do: torture you and win this little competition as fast as possible.

Jin laughs loudly, slapping Hoseok on the back. The mixture of sounds breaks you away from and out of the haze Jimin’s fingers put—more like forces—you into. Underneath the table, your hand pushed Jimins away even though the feeling of ecstasy he feeds you leaves you in a state of ravenous hunger unrelated to the cooling meat on the plate ahead of you. If he thinks he’s going to win topping rights so easily…then he’s wrong. It’s the first night, and you plan to last much longer than that.

Jimin withdrawals, as the rules state. If he were to press on, he’d lose. And if you were to accept his come on…you would have to accept defeat.

Dammit. This competition is proving to be quite the futile feat. Hopefully…you’re strong enough to make it through without allowing a finger to slip into you.

Two. Weeks.

Two damn weeks!

Two weeks of nothing more than casual kisses and hand holds. It has been fourteen days since Jimin and you decided that this competition would be fun. And it has been sixteen days since you two last slept together.

Raw, passionate, heart rattling sex.

You have never missed it so much before. Its one thing to not have a vessel that can bring you both pleasure and love, but it’s a whole other to be tied to one and neither of you can do jack about it all thanks to a petty agreement.

“Is masturbating cheating?” You blurt mid movie viewing on the couch with Jimin who’s munching on popcorn and obviously absorbed into the plot line of the film.

“What?” He chokes, coughing up a kernel that he catches before it can pass his lips.

“Because touching myself sounds so good right now. Like, Chicago deep dish pizza good.”

Jimin chuckles, taking another handful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth, chewing and swallowing before commenting. “Seems like someones tapping out.”

You raise your eyebrows and shift uncomfortably away from him, “I never said I was tapping out!” You swallow and clear your throat, “I merely asked if masturbating was cheating!”

Jimin hums, thinking calmly. “Hm…no. No it’s not.”

You cross your arms, “You’re only saying that because you’ve jizzed four times this week already.”

Jimins arm escapes from behind you, the movie that before had his attention absorbed, now completely labeled as nothing more than white noise. “What? No I—”

“Chim, I’m not blind. I know you don’t have a cold and the crumpled up tissues in the bathroom garbage were definitely not there when I left for groceries around noon.”

“Oh please, you’re telling me you haven’t touched yourself once for two weeks?”

“Three.” You correct, growing antsy.

Jimin gulps as he stares at you, looking serious but soon his soft features melt to show a laugh.

“What’s so damn funny?!” You yell, sitting up straighter.

“I can’t believe you didn’t think of the loophole sooner!”

You pick up a pillow and wack him with it, he moves the popcorn out of the way; sacrificing his face in lieu of the buttery bowl. “Asshole.”

“Don’t bite the hand that feeds Kitten. Just say the word.” He wears a smug grin that whispers devilish intent, he wants to cave just as much as you do; but he knows he can’t. Winning is his ultimate goal.

“In your dreams.”

“How’d you know?”

“Ha. Ha. Hilarious.”

Jimin looks away, picking his popcorn back up and continuing to eat. “Fine then, thats your call. Suffer alone.”

“I won’t suffer.” You stand, turning towards your boyfriend before leaving the room, “I don’t need you to cum. Enjoy the movie Jimin.” You call, catching your boyfriend mid mouthful as he turns to watch you go.

“What? Where are you going?! Rachel is about to stand up to Eleanor at the wedding! I’m betting—and hoping—that she slaps that woman! Do you think she actually farts channel N.5?” He mumbles the last part to himself, but eventually pauses the film to chase after you, wherever you ran off to.

Jimin moves swiftly down the hall with a couple last pieces of popcorn in his hand. He couldn’t possibly enjoy the movie without you. Besides, you were keeping him warm and now he’s caught a chill thanks to your absence. “Babe, I’ll get fat if you let me eat all this popcorn alone. Please come watch with me. I’m sorry I laughed.” He giggles to himself again, remembering the question you asked. “I just figured that you of all people would have taken full advantage of that loop hole. I’m surprised, and impressed!” He compliments.

Your shared bedroom door is ajar, and Jimin approaches it with caution; recalling several pranks involving flour, airhorns, and slime that have taken place in this very threshold. His mouth falls agape when he begins to form your name, the letters averse as they never fully reach maturity. From within the bedroom Jimin can hear stuttering pants and moans, ones so mystifying and familiar. They could only be coming from you.

Those sweet purrs you let out acting as music to Jimins ears.

Clearly, his answer to your question imbued in you enough courage to put date night on pause and pleasure yourself in the next room. Your behavior was insufferable, but oh so resolute. The intricacy of your movements had Jimins own hand palming his length through his jeans. The rules to this competition state that touching each other is forbidden and therefore no possibility. But, no where does it state that voyeurism is unwelcome.

Within the room, on the edge of the bed your lips incrementally part; the space between them unceremoniously filled with your tongue that pokes at the opening. Jimins hand squeezes tighter around his length with each pump over his length. The very sight of you so exposed and lust driven is indisputably the most beautiful you’ve ever appeared. Coveted, Jimin moans quietly as your finger is joined by another, your free hand working on other erogenous zones to provide a more fluid pleasure. Jimin dubiously sidles closer to the opening in the door, seeking fortuitous noises from you to further fuel his movements. “Jimin…right there.” You coo, imagining that it was your lover who was moving within you in lieu of your two digits.

Thats all Jimin needed.

As painful as it is to complete, Jimin zips his jeans. He tucks his length against his stomach, held in place by his belt. Assuming position, he allows his foot to push the door open gently. However, the push is strong enough to reveal him standing in the doorway. “Right where baby?”

“Come to torture yourself?” You grin, curling your fingers deep inside you. Their motion is slow but rough. The very feeling has your eyes rolling back in your head.

“Of course not. I find great joy in watching you fall apart under your own hands. The very sight will hold me over for another week. Maybe two, if I use my time wisely. So thanks Kitten.” Jimin winks, and reaches for the door. “Have fun.” He coos before walking out and closing it over.

“Fuck you Park Jimin!” You yell, realizing just now that despite the view, you may have actually helped your boyfriend win.

Attempt One: Failure.

“How in the holy mother of hell are you guys still alive?”

“Hobi, people don’t just drop like flies when they haven’t gotten laid for a little while.” Jimin laughs, sipping from a water bottle between choreography sessions.

“A month Jimin! I’d be worried for my health!” The elder boy fakes a shiver, laughing when he catches wind of the laughable air the situation withholds.

Jungkook gets up from stretching on the floor, he too is drenched in a thin sheen of sweat. “I thought you were kidding! She’s right there all the time man, how have you been keeping it down?!”

Jimin smacks his lips; “Kook, let me show you something.” He takes Jungkook by the shoulder, throwing his arm over it to control where he walks. He saunters him over to a mirror. “You see this?” He says, pointing at Jungkooks reflection.

“Yes? It’s me.”

Jimin nods, “Correct. I too see a virgin who has absolutely no idea what he’s talking about.”

Jungkook throws Jimin’s arm off of him, blushing profusely and shooting the two older and now laughing boys a burning look of hatred. “I’m not a virgin!”

“Surrrrrrre; whatever you say Golden Virgin.” Hoseok jibes, sipping from a water bottle with a drenched towel around his neck.

“The Virgin Mary Maknae!” Jimin turns, pointing at Hoseok when he comes up with the second nickname.

The two hyungs hold hands and begin to chant half-assed nicknames that leave Jungkook stained red.

After practice, the room had been evacuated; only Jimin left surrounded by mirrors. And of course…his cell phone. He knows you’re probably home right now. Shoulder deep in a month old package of questionable Oreos. Whats wrong with sending one picture? One little picture. Jimin knows that if you reciprocate…he wins.

Positioning himself in front of one of the many floor length mirrors, Jimin opens his camera and holds up his shirt with his mouth. His joggers hang low enough to reveal his deep v-line and when he flexes each individual abdominal muscle becomes enhanced. “Chew on this baby.” He slurs to you, smirking into the cloth in his mouth. His finger hovers over the send button after the picture is taken. It’s with that same cocky grin that he clicks send.

You hear the ding from your phone on the coffee table. Jimin was right. You’ve already made a tyrannosaurus like dent in this package of Oreos, and there’s no chance of you stopping in sight. You continue to munch cuddled up on the couch with a fuzzy blanket, picking up your phone with innocence in your doe eyes. His name appears all happy on your screen, so you unlock the device without hesitation.

19:34 Jiminie 🥰💖 | Hi Kitten, just finished practice! Hobi worked Kook and I to the bone today. Look how sweaty he got me!

It’s with slim ambivalent behavior that you click on the photo Jimin has sent. You gulp at the sight. The view is downright blasphemous. The most nefarious part to it being that you just know he meant to send it. Time and time again has Jimin seen the way you look as him after a good workout and just how it affects you. Nothing has changed now. It physically hurts you not to tell him to rush home. Or that you’d love to come and see what he’s practiced today…not that you’d be seeing anything other than his shimmering body moving against yours.

You need to answer him. He probably knows your gawking—more like drooling into your Oreos—at him. Through gritted teeth, you set out to extinguish his inner incubus by typing up something…normal.

19:37 | Thats great baby! So glad you had a great time! You’re probably famished after all that exercise. What do you want for dinner?

Jimin chuckles to himself upon reading your response. He can imagine what you look like based off of previous knowledge. You’re most likely blushing and biting your lip. It’s all too easy.

Jimin swallows, typing a response thats sure to be incendiary.

19:40 Jiminie 🥰💖|You.

He quickly answers. You hold your phone tightly, blushing and biting your lip in the exact fashion that Jimin imagined.

19:40 | I think we’re fresh out :( Will pasta suffice?

Jimin sighs. He’s picked a worthy opponent. One that won’t go down without a fight.

19:44 Jiminie 🥰💖| I guess :/

#Park Jimin #JM #PJM #Jimin #Jimin Park #BTS Jimin #Reader x Jimin #Jimin x Reader #BTS #Kim Namjoon #Kim Seokjin #Min Yoongi #Jung Hoseok #Kim Taehyung #Jeon Jungkook #Switch!Jimin #Switch!Reader #No Mercy #J-hopeyouchokeme

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withercat-writes · 5 years

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Hey uuuuuuuuh what the hell happened to this? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to ramble. Warning for drug use but it’s Strife c’mon you expect that. AO3 Link

It was a rainy night, but Strife paid it no mind, umbrella in hand and sunglasses pushed over his eyes to avoid detection, he walked confidently into the dingy warehouse, not bothering to look behind him as the car pulled away. He’d been waiting for this all month, and he had made extra sure to Parvis proof the plans, and thus, he was alone, finally.

Walking in the warehouse was dark, but an area with a few candles caught his eye, yes there it was. He walked over, a table set up and a deck of cards, he looked over at the people playing hand and he tossed some money onto the table, “Deal me in Minty.”

Minty gave a polite smile and said “Oh I’m glad you made it Strife, I was worried that the weather would stop you from coming,” though Strife knew that even if she was quite polite, she could break most people like a toothpick, and while normally he would never lump himself in with ‘most people’ Minty could absolutely break him like a toothpick also.

“Of course an evening playing cards and away from Parvis-” he gave a small glare at Xephos who gave a knowing look. “Nothing could have stopped me.”

“Really I think you were late because you were a chicken! A pansy chicken” Sips crowed, grinning, he had the most chips on the table, someone was doing quite well tonight Strife noticed, before slipping his shades back to his head.

“Not a chance Sips, someone has to take your dirty money from you and clean it up” Strife remarked back, making the entire table groan as Strife smirked

Xephos in particular held his face in his hands “Must you Strife? We’ve all heard that joke so many times.”

“And make the William Strife come up with new material? We both know he could never!” Ravs snarked taking his chips out of his mug and stacking them on the table to clean the mug more, a clear sign of bragging, seems Ravs was doing second best.

Strife finally took a chair and Sips slid him a cigar, Strife happily took it, no comment made between them, as Strife waited for the next hand. After a few minutes of watching and a few more cards dealt to no reaction beyond Ravs sighing and folding and the others throwing a few more chips into the pot they flipped up there cards to Minty’s check, she was a good card shark, Strife couldn’t help but smile as he remembered the one time Sips tried to cheat and got hogtied to the roof by her with ease, that was hilarious he still had the pictures.

“Xephos has a straight, Sips has a three of a kind, Nano has a two of a kind, Nilesy has, a straight flush? Seems it’s turning up for you, Nilesy wins the hand.” Minty said after a quick examination of the cards and Nilesy grinned and pulled in the cash, Strife realized he hadn’t seen any other chips with him, he must have gone all in.

“Oh come on! Must I lose every good hand I have??” Xephos groaned as he looked to his dwindling pile of chips, at this rate he’d be first out.

“Don’t blame me Xeph, the cards just like me more! Really if you slips me a few diamonds I could lend you a few of mine-” Nilesy wheedled before Xephos interrupted

“Isn’t the price usually that or friendship”

Strife snorted a bit at that, ah Nilesy, still so idealistic. Nilesy seemed to huff though as he pointed his nose in the air and said “Well I thought we were already friends Xephos how dare.”

“Well we uh are I suppose hm, still not paying you diamonds though.”

“Geeez what a cheapskate whatever though enjoy the walk of shame in oh, five minutes.”

Snickers littered the table at Xeph’s expense who blushed a bit.

“Alright boys settle down, mama needs a new pair of shoes, Minty deal for us wont you?” Nano interjected, getting the game back on track

“Of course, usually blinds, Ravs and Sips you’re up.”

Ravs and Sips rolled there eyes but tossed a few chips in the pot and Strife asked while Minty dealt “Let me guess, Rail Bros failed to show again?”

Nano shrugged as she checked her cards “Eh when do they ever, say they should be less busy next month hopefully, maybe we’ll even get to see them for a minute!”

The table laughed for a few seconds as they also checked there cards and Ravs spoke up “Eh screw them anyways we don’t need them to have some fun, since this is all of us you guys want to break out the keg I brought? Only a hundred bucks to use it!”

Strife found himself feeling a bit parched and spoke up “I’ll give you fifty and a hit of redstone.” taking out the bag, he would need that concentration for the game and Ravs grinned.

“Deal give me that hit!” and reached into his big bag by his feet and pulled out a decent sized keg with ease.

“Dealer gets free drinks.” Minty said casually as she grabbed a cup and got some to Ravs rolled eyes, but he didn’t protest. “Besides your swill isn’t worth 100 anyways, it’s basically fifty percent squid ink these days.”

Ravs crossed his arms and complained “Rythian doesn’t notice or care you should all be like him” very notably not denying the claim.

“I think if Strife tried to be more like Rythian, he’d explode he’s basically the antirythian.” Xephos remarked, not grabbing a cup himself, just taking a swig from a flask, someone was pregaming.

Strife checked his cards ignoring the banter, red jack heart and red heart four, not bad. His neutral face scanned the group as they settled back down for another round, Xephos itched his nose, he had a bad hand if he had to guess, Sips was as steadfast as ever, not giving a thing, and Ravs had no shame in thumping his face into the table in defeat, he was bluffing he’d use that trick before, he must have a great hand. Everyone else gave away nothing yet, Strife clicked his tongue as the table went around to him “Check.”

“Oh someone’s being a pussy.”

“Shut up Nilesy”

“He does have a point though Strife, the nights young.”

“You just want me to lose more money then you might.”

“I take offense at that.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Watching as the game continued and soon Minty dealt cards onto the table, Strife clicked his tongue, dammit, black spades eight, black jack clubs, and a red six heart, dammit all. At least he still had a pair which was better then an ace high.

“Check again”

“Chicken”

His eyes darted to the speaker, Sips, before speaking, his brow had a slight furrow, he had a terrible hand now, and he had bet earlier hadn’t he, bastard probably was hoping he could at least get ahead of him in money lost here.

“Bite me”

The hand continued a six black spades had appeared, giving Strife a two pair, and everyone was checking, wait no Ravs had just raised, and soon it was his turn to call, the hand was no longer free, and Strife figured they were right, the night was young.

“Call.”

“So Strife how is your business going anyways, still taking that leave of absence with Parv?”

He rubbed his face, how dare Nano remind him, “Unfortunately yes, someone has to keep him alive and that’s my problem to deal with, he listens to me the most so I can’t just hire someone easily, it’s a pain. Xephos you know the debt wasn’t worth this pain.”

“Well I didn’t know at the start he’d get into blood magic Strife, that’s your fault.”

“Augh.”

Holding his face in his hands, the rest of the hand went by without any notice as Strife grumped about being stuck with Parvis. He tied the hand with Ravs, who also only had a two pair, huh guess the move earlier was a double bluff, when did he get good at poker?

Strife didn’t know but the rest of the night Strife’s concentration wavered, even as he took a few hits of redstone, he found himself, uninterested in the game, and he looked around the area he was in, a dusty old warehouse, no electricity or heating, the sound of a storm outside, why was he here. His eyes fell upon his companions, and wondered how they got here, old memories of a childhood long gone flashed behind his eyes.

He looked to Nano, when did she get so, defensive? Sure even as his childhood friend and crush she had always been feisty, but never so on guard, she went missing when he was sixteen, and only recently a few years was found in the Nether, memories of her childhood gone, his heart tugged for a minute for her, she was still the girl he had loved, but she never did settle back in with the group again, never fully having the connection the others had, and yet she showed, why did she force herself to show? Strife wasn’t sure, but he could tell that she was in pain, was it the flux? Or something more? He would never know.

Next up was Nilesy, a skittish kid the group met in high school that swindled away Sips’ entire wallet, he fell in fast with the group when he realized they weren’t about to murder him when they confronted him, a kind trustable face to a cunning viper in a tie, rumors spread about what happened in Cabertown, but whatever had happened there, it changed Nilesy, now on guard as well, with a stiff posture, what had he and Ravs done?

And Ravs, the pickpocket and get away driver in the band of youths, he used to be so carefree yet wise at times, just wanting money and something in his hands to fiddle with. People say there were no survivors of the Cabertown Riots, and yet, he and Nilesy sat before them, denying they had ever been there, but a greed of a new kind had entered Ravs eyes, it worried Strife, what had driven such a simple guy into a frenzy behind his smile? Why did Nilesy always keep an eye on him? What had he done?

Minty served up another hand, and Strife couldn’t help a small smile as he remembered the day he and her met, she beat him up thinking he was Sips, the dumb and mildly concussed Strife of only thirteen had proposed on the spot, must have been weird for her, She did seem apologetic when she learned he was in fact not the half dwarf Sips, and instead the supposedly completely human Strife. She brought him homework and sweets, tutoring him where he fell behind and training him how to break out of grips when she wanted to practice her martial arts. She now had a knife under her sleeve at all times now even more poison in her polite smiles, rumors of all kind swirled around her, perhaps military service? Or she became a mercenary? The more, crass rumors he had stomped out sparing no expense, Minty didn’t deserve that. All Strife knew for sure, is that Minty has killed at least one person, and it changed her forever.

The Rail Bros, well, they were an oddity, while not here tonight they had been the groups dealers, and the ones with the bail money, while they had fallen mostly out of contact with the bros, they still had a place for them at there table.

Then there was Xephos, yup there was certainly Xephos, Strife was glad his hero complex was doing better, that caused them a lot of trouble in there youth, Xephos need to cause trouble, just to save the day, its a miracle they weren’t arrested, its a miracle Xephos got Honeydew. Though Strife was still pissed about Parvis, he knew Xephos was a good man, better then him that’s for sure.

Last but probably least, was Sips himself, the half dwarf was an oddity among the group. The only openly nonhuman, the group made sure any who fucked with him got beat the shit out of, Sips was too slow to anger for his own good after all. He had been the comic relief and sleaze of the group, joking and charming his way out of trouble, though rarely taking the group with him with it. The unofficial leader, he encouraged Strife to go to college with him, and later saved his life from the blood magic. He changed the least, out of the group, but even he wore the weariness of age, no longer just zoning off, Sips always looked like he knew something, and that he desperately wish he didn’t. Strife could only guess what it was, he heard rumors about something to do with copper? What abyss had Sips looked into?

Strife leaned back in his chair as he folded his shit hand, and now here they all were, meeting in an abandoned warehouse to play poker once a mouth, just like they were 14 again and had the world in there palms. They really did have it now, but Strife wondered if it had been worth it, what had happened to the energetic group that loved life? He didn’t know, and now they played poker pretending the atrocities they had seen and done never existed, that everything was still okay, that there was some semblance of sanity. Maybe that’s why the Rail Bros never came around anymore, perhaps they grew up where he could not? Perhaps they gave up holding onto the past? Strife frowned, he couldn’t do that, it was one of his very few chains, if he forgot the past he’d just become, a shell, he had to remember why he was here, and not get lost to his secrets and drives for power and cash, to remember his humanity. He knew the day he stopped coming, was the day he could no longer be called human, and so as he watched the group play, a fakeness and feeling of forced from every action, Strife could not stop himself from asking to the group, letting every inch of weariness and age show in his words.

“Do you remember when we were all little?”

Then the group was silent, and Strife knew he had broken every facade there, the group would never be the same.

Strife could only pray it would do some good, and not bring the chaos he feared so dearly that would befall it from challenging the unspoken rules.

#Nilesy #Ravs #William Strife #Xephos #Minty #Nanosounds #Sips #Yogscast

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rydenstories · 6 years

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12 Children

It begins with the click and whir of a tape being played. Light buzzing for a moment. Finally, a young woman's voice speaks up.

"This is Dr. Tiffany Abshire with the children's emergency unit. It is currently 4:27 P.M. on August 2nd. This will serve as a personal log under these extreme circumstances, rather than typing it out. Only an hour ago, this department received a call from emergency services with warning that they would be bringing in a rather large number of children. We weren't given much information beyond that. Our staff prepared the entire emergency wing; transferring less serious cases up to another floor of the hospital. The children that arrived were not what we expected; malnourished looking, but not in terrible condition other than the dirt and grime on their school uniforms. Nurses have placed each child in their own individual room. There was also an adult woman with the children and while we assume this is the teacher, we cannot be sure until we can get someone from Psych at City Hospital. The woman is catatonic and unresponsive, seeming in the worst condition of the group. I will be joining Dr. Fieldsman in the initial interviews with these children, but we can't do much for them until we can contact the school and the parents."

The tape resumes that light, low buzziness that indicates a pause between recordings for about five seconds before the doctor picks up again.

"Dr. Abshire. It is now 5:30 PM and we haven't gotten anywhere with the children. We have no records for these patients and finding a way to reach their school has been challenging. The officer in charge of the case came and spoke with me shortly after the children arrived. He states that he was driving on a bridge that passes over the nearby lake when he spotted a rather large passenger boat out on the water. The children were desperately waving for attention, for rescue. Shortly afterward, 12 young students and their catholic school class monitor were pulled up onto the bridge from the boat, which apparently had died some days or even weeks ago. He didn't know much beyond that. He made a personal comment, something that always makes us feel a little more optimistic as doctors. "They seem like strong, resilient little kids. More hungry than anything else. I think they'll make it."

bzzzzzzz.

"Dr. Abshire. 6:30 PM. Dr. Fieldsman and I did a short round, just getting names and making sure the children were in stable condition. They all are in generally brave spirits, I don't think I've heard a single child cry for their parent. It's almost a little odd, but it has left our staff feeling at least optimistic about their overall health. As for everything else, well.... We're having a hard time identifying these children. No parents or local schools have reported children missing. The police are doing a nationwide search, but it will take a while. For now, Dr. Fieldsman and I are waiting for the green light to treat the children anyway. They could all use an IV drip to get their hydration levels back. I've also sent one of Fieldsman's techs to the cafeteria to bring back snacks for the children."

bzzzzz.

"This is Dr. Abshire and it is 7:43 PM. We got the go-ahead to treat the children at around 7. Fieldsman and I went around and explained to the children to the best of our ability, something we're not really used to as we normally deal mainly with the parent. It was surprisingly easy, though. Most of them didn't seem to mind, still more concerned with when they'd be given dinner. On a personal note, I felt a little horrible when they brought up food. We've been so concerned with identifying them even though feeding them would greatly improve their treatment. Strangely enough, though, Fieldsman's tech came back and passed out tiny bags of chips and cookies to the patients. They remained untouched when we did another round to check on their progress. As for their monitor, she still hasn't spoken. Someone is on their way from Psych and will hopefully be giving her the help she needs soon."

bzzzzzz.

"Dr. Abshire. 8:19 PM. Things have taken quite the turn as the children and monitor both have become incredibly agitated over the past some 30 minutes. She still wont speak, but the children are demanding food. We've reassured them that the hospital serves dinner soon and they'll be fed, but being children, they've become very impatient. It's understandable, but a few have already gone to the extreme of ripping out their IVs in anger. Psych send someone but being the oh so fantastic group of doctors they are, they could only come up with someone who can sedate their monitor. I guess they hope calming her down with bring her lucidity back."

bzzzzzzzzzz

"Dr. Abshire. 8:40 PM. The children were served dinner and all finally seemed quiet for about three minutes before trays of grilled cheese & tomato soup came flying from doors. One of the nurses that was in one of the rooms could be heard loudly chastising a child before we heard a large smack and cry of surprise. The nurse sprinted from the room in tears and shouted that the child had punched her before running off to the restroom to likely cry. From there came the sound of shouting from all 12 patient rooms. The children have protested that what they were given was not food, but we're not sure what they mean by that. Dr. Hayim clocked in around this time and organized a team of nurses and techs, which will attempt to calm the children, or at least prevent them from causing harm to themselves or others. Hayim says that if needed be, she isn't afraid to sedate them."

Bzzzzzz.

"Abshire. One of the children just bit a tech in his throat. He's not severely injured but he'll need to be moved to City Main for for it anyway. I personally tried to talk to their Monitor afterward. I got a first name; Amelia. Other than that though, the sedatives have her incoherent and unhelpful, although not for lack of trying. She mumbled and babbled and even tried to get out of the bed. Her assigned nurse settled her down and nearly as soon as her attention dropped, so did her consciousness. Dr. Hayim just put in a request to sedate all of the children to prevent further harm to any staff. Additionally, the nationwide search for a possible missing class of children has shockingly turned up nothing. It's quit puzzling; we see a lot of unwanted kids come through here over the years, but it doesn't seem plausible that a whole class of private school children would be so unloved that they weren't reported missing."

Bzzzzzzz.

"This is Dr. Abshire and the time is 10:30 PM. Normally, I'd be going home right around now. I just can't leave when I'm needed on a case so honestly baffling. I don't think I could sleep if I tried anyway. These kids have just gotten stranger and more aggressive. Chief of Medicine has refused to approve any sedatives, so we're pretty much all hands on deck down here. Fearing for the safety of our staff after two more techs were hit/bitten, we've pulled them from the rooms and have had no choice but to lock the children in until we can find space for them in safer quarters, the Psych wing. Until then, our staff hasn't much to do besides deal with other patients and watch the children through the tiny window of each door."

Bzzzzzzzzz

"Dr. Abshire. Staff is becoming increasingly worried as the children have turned their destructive, angry behavior onto themselves. Hitting, biting, scratching, throwing themselves into walls. Painting with their blood. Just screaming. Many of our techs and nurses have left, too afraid to deal with the situation any further. Fieldsman tried to slip out as well but Hayim stopped him with a swift slap in the face, accusing him of losing his compassion for sick children. I'm not sure what we're going to do next but...."

The voice on the tape trails off but the soft buzz didn't resume. Dr. Abshire's breathing can even still be heard as her attention is pulled away from the recorder, and to something else.

"Is that.... Amelia? Amelia?! Hey, what are you doing out of your room?!"

Bzzzzzzz.

Before any speaking starts, there is a lot more clear and distinct chaos in the background. Yelling and laughter. It all sounds very frightening although it begins to distance as Dr. Abshire's panting can be heard. There is the sound of a door closing and a little more shuffling around.

"This is Tiffany Abshire. I am hiding under my desk, in my office at City Children's. I'm so scared."

A pause.

"Amelia let the children out of their rooms. They went berserk. Within moments, the nurses station of the emergency wing became an absolute madhouse. I've never seen anything like it. Frail, sickly little children, coming at full grown adults with the strength of men. No. Not men. Monsters. I watched as two little girls dragged Dr. Fieldsman, one leg each, from one end of the hall to the other, playfully laughing and skipping as he bled from two very distinct bite marks on his neck. When they reached the end of the hallway, both screamed TAG before pouncing onto him again. I broke my eyes from that gruesome scene but they only locked onto another, and another, and another. I crouched down behind a toppled-over stretcher but it was almost immediately knocked into by Dr. Hayim, who was fighting off a bucktoothed seven year old with a stainless steel tray until Amelia got ahold of her. She actually said not so fast. She spoke with a fairly posh english accent that I didn't notice at all when she was mumbling at me earlier. With one swift motion of her hands, Hayim's neck was broken and her body dropped heavily to the floor. That's when Amelia's eyes locked with mine and I knew I had to run. It was over already anyway. Every adult there lay dead or dying on the floor, knelt over by hungry children who tore at them with teeth and nails."

Another pause.

"Oh god. I think they're coming."

Sure enough, tiny footfalls accompanied by an adult's approached at a frighteningly rapid pace in the background of the recording. Abshire is whimpering as the door slowly creaks open and another woman's voice, deep and very posh, is heard on the tape

"Just one more, darlings! We'll leave this wretched place and go home!”

Dissonant cheers come from three or four small voices.

There is another pause, and then indescribable screaming for only a moment before the tape cut out. There are no more recordings after this.

After listening to all of this, I put the recorder in the drawer of the desk that I had found it under. Upon being hired here at City Children's, I was excited to be a doctor making a difference in an emergency wing that I was told was recently abandoned by it's staff as some kind of "worker's strike." Since coming here, however, nobody seems to believe that story and now that I've heard this recording, I don't believe it either. I've since been looking around the hospital and while I've found a few things that are frightening, nothing has struck me more than a plaque with a photo that hangs in the middle of the emergency wing's nursing station. It's an award given to outstanding doctors and staff, with each staff member's name engraved on their own little gold plate. The photo is missing, but three standout names are there.

Dr. Kyle Fieldsman. Dr. Davina Hayim. Dr. Tiffany Abshire.

#mine #my story #creepypasta #creepy #nosleep

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chronicallyinspiredx-blog · 5 years

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how it all started...

I started my period around age 13, and from my very first period, it lasted around 9 days and it was heavy, i remember having to change every 2/3 hours during school, and i also even leaked through during PE which was extremely embarrassing. My periods used to make me nauseous, and i felt faint and lightheaded, back then i didn’t understand any of it, I just thought i was being a drama queen, because it was all new to me. And my Mam always used to say to me “Come on, every girl in the entire world has a period, you can’t have days off school every month” So i dismissed everything I felt, it was normal... apparently. By age 16, I remember one period in particular, i was in AGONY. Sweating up, so dizzy i could barely walk, and this went on for 3 or so days at the very start of my period. I was so heavy i was bleeding through a pad and tampon every hour and a half. At the time i did have a boyfriend, young i know... but I was sexually active. And my Mam scared me half to death saying it seemed like i was having an ectopic pregnancy, and started saying how id need surgery, id be super ill in hospital. Spent days sobbing in excruciating pain thinking i was pregnant and going to die, but the pain started to fade out, and the bleeding got lighter, i eventually came off my period. So then i realised, well it would have been impossible to be an ectopic pregnancy so what could it be. I never ever thought anything of it. From then on i got the Depo Injection, and my periods disappeared, it was GREAT.

Fast forward to age 18, still on the depo injection. I gained a whole lot of weight on it, around 8 stone to be precise, and the doctors said it wasn’t possible for the injection to make me gain that much weight. But i wasn’t eating any different, and i was doing the same amount of exercise, if not more... I played basketball at university level, i trained twice a day, some times 3, yet i had gone from 14 stone to 22. I decided to come off the injection due to the weight gain, it also hadn’t helped very much with my mental health. I had suffered low mood/depression since age 14/15 and it had progressively got worse this time. I had suicidal thoughts, i self harmed, i just genuinely did not see a purpose for me, there was no reason for me to be alive anymore. Age 19, i had been off the injection for around a year now, and lucky me!! Still no period. I began wondering, when would my periods come back. About 2 weeks after it had hit the year mark, i began bleeding, medium flow. I was changing around every 4 hours, it was manageable, i had cramps but nothing i couldn’t manage. I would take paracetamol and it would take the pains away. Fast forward 9 months, 2 weeks... still bleeding, over the months it got heavier and heavier. There wasn’t one single day i hadn’t bled. I definitely needed shares in Tampax by this point! Over this time i had been to A&E on 3 occasions with abnormally heavy bleeding, but all they ever did was check my blood count, i wasn’t suffering from Anemia so they told me to wait it out, see if the bleeding stopped on its own. It was called ‘Breakthrough Bleeding’ and this was due to me missing all those periods on the injection. The lining of my womb had started shedding and didn’t know how to stop itself. The bleeding got heavier again, i went to my local walk in centre, and the nurse timed 7 minutes, for me to bleed through a super tampon and a night pad... 7 minutes!! I was also passing clots the size of my hand... Something was up! I got sent straight to A&E again, expecting to be told to go home. I got admitted that night, i spent 4 nights/5 days in hospital. They put it down to a burst cyst, I found out that day i had PCOS, i was told the severity of the cysts on both ovaries would make it very hard for me to conceive children without medical assistance, i was heart broken. I was sent home with tablets called Tranexemic Acid to stop the bleeding, and Norethisterone which stopped and started your periods as and when you took them. After 5 days on those pills, the bleeding stopped. However i was so badly Anaemic, I had no energy at all to even be excited by this. I was on Norethisterone for 3 weeks, then a break for my period. In this time i had searched up something called Endometriosis. EVERY SINGLE SYMPTOM i had matched this. I thought this is great, all i have to do is bring this up next time i see my GP... If only it was that easy. I came off the Norethisterone and found the pain getting worse and worse, the bleeding heavier and heavier. All over again. I couldn’t cope with this, back to A&E. I was sent home instantly... told to come back if the pain got any worse. By 27 hours later, i was barely conscious, the pain had drained me. I went back to A&E and i was admitted again, to get the pain under control... Morphine was my life saver that night. 2 gynaecologist doctors came to see me on that morning, they said there was no reason for me to be in this much pain, maybe i just have a low pain threshold... i was gobsmacked... i brought up my worries about Endometriosis due to my Mams recent hysterectomy, she’d unknowingly had Endo the whole time without realising or having any symptoms. The doctor burst into fits of laughter, nudging the other doctor and she continued to laugh with him. “You’re far too young to have Endometriosis, thats a ridiculous suggestion, you have been using the internet too much. People who are 30+ get endometriosis” then the lady doctor chips in “Why don’t you get pregnant and have a baby, then you wont have periods and you wont have this mystery pain you’re getting” I asked them to leave and i burst into tears. Not only because i was so embarrassed for myself, but i was on a ward with 7 other people, who all heard the conversation. Humiliated with an audience... From then i had 8 more appointments with Gynae, 4 more hospital admissions. A whole lot of crying and begging for a diagnostic laparoscopy. Until one caring and empathetic consultant finally gave in and signed consent for me to have it. I was put on a waiting list for surgery hopefully within 6 months,

#endometriosis #endo #endowarrior #endowarriors #endosisters #laparoscopy #chronic pelvic pain #pcos #pcosfighter #polycystic ovarian syndrome #infertility #ovarian cysts #ruptured cyst

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A Party, A Duel and the War

Dear Journal, Aursuna was hosting a party, mainly to meet with her Diplomats and those others under her, however she still extended her invitation to others so i got to go! I had never been to where the Pandarians are from before. It is quite the most beautiful place and has so many strange creatures! As well as beautiful too of course. The food and drink is also very tasty and there's such a large variety. I wasn't sure if i could really attend or not, and didn't bring my swimsuit this time as it was still being cleaned from last time. I...haven't really done much laundry as of late. Ooops. Aursuna started things off with rewarding her members for the work they have done and gave a nice speech. Afterwards we went on to playing and eating and drinking. It was a lot like our last trip. I did not drink as much as last time, as i woke up ill from then. Lyn'dara and i got to chat some more which was good, and Lyn'dara and Aursuna were off playing for a good while. They really do work well together and seem happy, i am glad i decided to stay behind such things and try to let go. It's still a bit hard, but i imagine it's something that will take time. I brought Chip with me, he seemed to really enjoy his time, he's laying down on the bed down resting. Taking up the whole bed again of course. It seems Lyn'dara had also finally admitted her feelings for Aursuna, i think our talk earlier helped. So we have agreed to follow through with a duel within the next few days. I don't think Lyn'dara will enjoy it, but i have hope she will be serious with it. As i know i will be. Hopefully i'm not rusty after so long of non-combat and doing all these parties.

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Dear Journal,

Today i went ahead and dueled Lyn'dara. I don't think either of us really gave it as much effort as we played, neither of us got harmed during the duel and i...i just don't feel we pushed our limits. I did lose, and for a moment even Lyn'dara admitted she was scared of me. It was just a small moment, when i caved in and could feel my need to overcome, but it didn't overtake and didn't last. She is my sister, and i cannot harm her. She did give me a good few knocks, nothing serious as i said. I let myself lay on the ground and didn't continue you. I think it was in this moment i realized, i had no heart in this fight, meaning, i had no heart to win for Aursuna. I think i upset Lyn'dara with my greedy request on this duel, as she seemed to have not felt well over the ending. I have hope i can repay her for this, as i needed this. I needed to understand this feeling and truth. I can no move on, i really can. At first i was hesitant, but now i am sure of myself and my desires. My time was not now, but it will come. I can wait. Besides, Chip and the Marsuul need some attention! I have not been devoting time to them as they need it! So, if you'll excuse i'm going to go cuddle with my pets!

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Dear Journal,

I am not sure my heart is in this. War has come, we have been in this war. It's been two days and already, we have failed. We have lost. That's how i feel and see it in any case. Ashenvale, Darkshore, we are losing ground. I'll start from the beginning. Zelandren brought in the news of the attack upon Ashenvale, this was four days ago. She did not stay, she left and went on to aid her people, she could not remain with us. I can understand her view. On that day, we had gathered our forces to be ready for the coming war, we were worried of such befalling but we did not know we would be too late for it's start. Ashenvale, became ruins. Women, children, men, anyone and everyone were murdered. The towns were becoming ashes as she readied ourselves. The day after we went on to capture a piece of the beach in Ashenvale. We worked with our Allies and we captured the section we needed to begin going through the lands to stall or stop Horde parties advancing and save as many as we could fleeing the carnange. I was...relatively mostly in charge in this campaign. We were able to form a shield with our Aurgari to protect the place we captured, and together we ensured it's safety and it's hold. I kept in contact with Khoruun and met with him and his allies when they returned from their mission, they suffered many injuries and almost lost a good leader. Through this we learned of Blight Arrows and some of the monstrosities the horde were condoning. Slaying of the Ancients and Treants, the hanging and display of the Elves they had slaughtered along the way. The first day, did little to lay heavy in my heart. I mostly worried for my friend, as he seemed to have been very badly torn in his being. I don't think i was able to console him to all my efforts. I don't know how to comfort people this time. I don't think i'm meant to nor is it my place to this time. I have little understanding of this world still, and it's being driven into war. This time, i am watching my home fall and this time, we can't just run away. This isn't the Legion. I feel it's something worse. The second day, we went on to follow along behind our Allies to make up posts so they could fall back to if necessary and serve as a safe place to send those fleeing to till we could bring them back to the shores for safe passage to Teldrissil. I was in charge fully this time. I had...to take a side onto myself that i had hoped would never come to surface. I am...disheartened. I feel i was able to supply and work within the role as expected to of any leader, pulling up troops who were breaking, getting everyone moving forward and working together. Passing along orders and ensuring chaos did not reign from within. Aursuna surprised me tonight, for one she even came and another, a darkness crept into her. I hope she took my words to heart and i hope that darkness does not linger. Lyn'dara...she also caved on occasion, i'm sure that feeling of war crept into her and made everything go blank to her. Having the Legions own war still fresh on our tails. I know she will feel it rather heavily with the coming battles. I hope she can pull out of it and not let it taint her. I know, right now, in front of everyone i'll just be playing my role. I will have to not see things personally, i will have to fade emotions and still my heart. I wont deny that this time may be easier, or maybe just as easy for i do not have such a strong connection to this world or it's people, which is the same as i had against the Legion. I did not think of the demons i slew, i did not connect with the ground beneath my hooves. I wanted a home, and i got another battle field. I wont pretend to say that i still have not wept, i will never say i have not been physically ill seeing the burning bodies of the Elves who had been so kind to me. I will not say i did not feel weak hearing upon what the Horde had done to the ancients and treants that were the protects of the forests. I just...can't let it effect my role, i cannot let my pain consume me. Once more, i must become the steel that protects my form and i must keep moving. I think perhaps this time, i am fortunate. I can speak to my friend and send him letters. I can admit my fears, my worries and pains to someone i trust who does not follow my orders and that i must follow. I admit, it's a privilege and i am glad i can be the same to him. I pray, when this is over, after we have stopped the Horde and saved them that together we can all go back to not having to steel ourselves and once more enjoy our times. I pray i can stop this world from being ash and together help it grow once more before it's too late so i can learn and grow within this world as i had hoped i could. We failed, we did not save everyone. We did not do as far or as much as we prayed and wished for. However, i have hope we can prove we are not giving up. For now, we have retreated to Stormwind, our group is small and we are making some changes and are going to get back to recruiting. Hopefully we can bolster our numbers and return once more to the fields and aid in any way we can. We can push the horde back and still rebuild!

#world of warcraft #draenei #lightforged draenei #bfa #war #not my art #journal #orginal character #roleplay #moon gaurd

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