#And then she drops the bomb that she's been actively keeping shit from me and excluding me since 2020! So fuck me I guess!

[aw-bean-s]

sometimes I just wish my friends liked me the way other people's seem to

[rayshippouuchiha]

For the Oyabun!Ichigo AU:

After Kisuke manages to unseal Ichigo, the first thing he does is tuck his body away in Kisuke’s lab for safe keeping, and return to Seireitei because two of his men have passed since he took over his little but ever growing band of yakuza - one from a car accident, one from a wasting illness that didn’t react to any treatment - and Ichigo will be damned if he doesn’t take care of his people in death as he does in life. 

It takes a few days to track them both down in the outer districts of Rukongai, but enough of his senses had remained after the sealing that he knows what each and every one of his people feels like. And while they haven’t always done good things, they are good men, and every one of them has done their best to protect Karakura to their dying. 

And he knows what he needs to do.

Ichigo, showing up to Seireitei: hey

Seireitei, unaware that Ichigo had been unsealed or unalived: AAHAHAhaahahhahaHHHAHAH

Ichigo: stop screaming it’s just me

Seireitei, immediately shutting up because they’re still programmed to listen to his orders: ….

Ichigo, holding up both of his ben by their collars like misbehaving kittens: these two are mine but you can borrow them

Ichigo, to his men: listen, they kind of suck but they said they’re trying. if you see anything hinky, come get me immediately

Ichigo’s Men: we’re….dead?

Ichigo: does that look like it’s stopped me?”

And over the years the Gotei Thirteen get used to Ichigo popping up with newly deceased souls and directing them to what he feels is the appropriate Divisions. Most of them go to Kenpachi in the 11th - “He’s strong as shit, but they’re all kind of idiots and they’re bored. See if you can do something about that. Stand your ground and you’ll be fine.” - a surprising amount are directed to Unohana and the 4th - “She’s a great teacher, but the key is respect. She’ll pull out your spine to prove a point and then put it back in to make a point. You’re just a soul now; you’ll survive it and it will suck.”

Several key people are given to the 7th. Komamura is in charge of diplomacy between Seireitei and Rukongai. Ichigo has seen what the outer districts are like and he has plans. It won’t hurt to have some of the men he trusts ready and waiting for the changes he’s going to make. 

Every Captain, Lieutenant, and all of their underlings hold their collective breath the one and only time Ichigo drags - literally - one of his men to the 6th Division.

Ichigo: what’s up byakuya, rukia says we’re still on for dinner next week also i brought you this

Ichigo: *holds up his man like he’s a white boy showing off a fish he caught*

Ichigo: this is akio he is the best fucking accountant i have ever met in my life my accounts have never been cleaner he’s fucking bomb at taxes you should let him do your paperwork

Byakuya, knowing full well that Ichigo is just Like That: Rukia has mentioned the plum sake Urahara keeps on hand. Bring a bottle or two. You can leave that there. I’ll take care of it. 

Ichigo, dropping his man: cool thanks see you next week

Yes god. Once you're one of Ichigo's people you're HIS and not even death changes that. Plus, being so close to Ichigo for so long, even before Kisuke fixes him up, is absolutely going to activate and build up spiritual power in his minions.

[brainrotsova]

Notes: I've been fantasizing about this moment quite often and I just had to put out somewhere. Sova content is minimal and you know it's  a 'be the change you want to see in the world' type of deal now hahah.

Summary: A drunk Sova and gn!reader spending time together and eventually sharing a moment of heat.

Content warning: - Mentions of battle - Guns and shooting - Alcohol / drunkenness - Public/bathroom sex

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It is currently 16:23 or 4:23 PM on Bind. The Northern African heat in Rabat feels unfamiliar to the agents present. Each of you are longing to finish the job quickly. Brimstone, Sova, Jett, Killjoy and you are most likely sweating in your tactical gear. You are hoping, no... Praying for a cold breeze to catch on before the battle. Aside from the heat, the smell of spices and the colorful buildings makes you wonder what this place is like when the evacuated civilians return to this spot to resume life. Sad that Kingdom Industries made this place so much more... well industrial.

"Brimstone, after we win, I'll buy you a drink if you share a memory with us." the voice of the intercom sounds pleasant in your ear-piece. The sweet and playful tone of the Slavic man was a nice distraction from the oppressive heat.

Brimstone chuckles and replies "You got it, Sova. However, I do want to extend this invitation to others here too. The more the merrier."

"I couldn't agree more." Sova replies back. 

Before any other agents can reply to the invitation, another voice goes through. "I see multiple enemies on B! I need back up!". Jett is currently on the B site holding a defensive angle for the long sandy corridor. While Killjoy is hiding to either back up Jett or react to her turret keeping an eye on the elevated spot. Your muscles start tensing up and you run towards your new defensive position. Brim is just behind you and is bringing up the new coordinates on his device to smoke off the attackers for easier kills.

Sova on the other hand decided to push deeper into A site to make a flank from behind. Readying his bow to catch any information and seeing the progress of the enemy attack. Once he is halfway there, he sees glimpses of the enemy agents. A blond streak of hair and an off-white jacket, the murmuring of the radiovores (the little cuties) and the voice of Gekko... Sova decided not to shoot an arrow yet and waited for the main fight to start.

While Jett was focusing on the corridor, the enemies seemed to have grouped up faster than her allies came to help. The enemy Reyna and Raze swung out together, but luckily Jett managed to dodge just out of the way for any bullets. Or so she thought... Seems like a lucky bullet managed to embed its way in her right shoulder. Jett grits her teeth and tries to relax so she could still shoot. Killjoy was a bit too late to react and decided to join Jett.

"Are you hurt? Where did they shoot you?" said Killjoy worriedly.

"The little shits managed to get my shoulder. It's okay, we can still hold them off. Let's focus back to the task at hand". Jett smiled faintly towards her friend and held a thumb up. The turret started shooting in the same direction as the two were facing. Instinctively Killjoy and Jett peak out once more to shoot at their enemies. By this point two smoke bombs get dropped from the sky and activated upon their landing. Shrouding the potential entrances into thick smoke.

You finally arrive on the site and Brimstone behind you adjusts his ear-piece and informs the team: "Entrances are smoked off, Y/N and me are entering site". The smoke, however, didn't seem to deter Reyna and instead she pushed through and aimed down the corner where she last saw Jett. She didn't anticipate our Killjoy and the turret to shoot at her. The Latina collapsed on the sand. 

"Auf wiedersehen!" chirps the German engineer through the intercom. The enthusiasm was contagious, Jett and Sova couldn't help but smile from the small victory. By this time, you and Brim managed to climb inside the elevated area to hold a defensive position there. Ready to sandwich whoever would try to enter the little area.

Once more another creature escaped through the smoke and the blue radiovore, Dizzy, started shooting mucus at the agents, blinding them before Gekko started to push inside. Luckily for you, Sova decided to silently tail Deadlock and Gekko. He swiftly shot the young man and just like Reyna, he collapsed on the floor. While the impressive precision of Sova saved you here, you decided to dash out of the smokes too to help out the hunter. In the same moment, Deadlock turned around to shoot Sova and was about to shoot as cleanly as he did. Sadly for her, she was weak from the back. The adrenaline rising, you pulled the trigger. So too, did the Norwegian fall.

"You saved me there." said Sova relieved. You blush and quickly shaked your head. "Nah, you first". Both of you chuckle and he nods in approval.

"Seems like the rest have fled" says Jett through the intercom. "Ja, the footsteps are leading back to their own landing spot". Brimstone walks over to you and Sova. He puts his two fingers on the intercom and replies to the two women. 

"Good work, everyone. How is your arm, Jett?"

"Shoulder actually... I don't know. It keeps tensing up even when I'm trying to relax it. Killjoy is helping me stop the bleeding."

"Let's get back to HQ A.S.A.P. then. You did well." said Brimstone proudly. The three of you are making your way over to the landing zone of the helicopter.

On the walk, you look over at Sova and slightly tilt your head towards him. "About the invitation to go drinking. Mind if I join?" you ask. "Absolutely, just make sure you have some stories to tell" he says as he playfully winks at you. "It's a date then!" you absentmindedly say. The blond man couldn't help but blush at your aloof comment. The thought of a date with you made him lose a bit of his composure. Before he could answer, Brimstone chimed in. "A date, huh? Like a throuple then?" he asks laughingly, teasing the both of you. He had noticed before how Sova would look at you. Asking Brim questions about you that usually the other agents wouldn't ask. Like what your schedule would be like that week, when your birthday would be, if you had any allergies ... etc. Other people would say that it's his usual considerate self, but Brimstone had known Sova long enough to know that he was catching on feelings.

The realization of your words dawn on you. "No! No, nothing like that. I meant it in a joking way!" you exclaim to the man. Although a date would be amazing with Sova, you had no idea if he was even into you. There is no point in risking your friendship with him in order to potentially be together. But you would be lying to yourself if you said that there were no feelings. That there were no pining done behind closed doors. Every thought that wasn't purely platonic, you tried to push away. Somehow they still managed to find a way to get inside your head and you'd feel awful about it. 

"I'm just teasing you. I was thinking of going to an Irish pub near our HQ? How does that sound to you two?" replies Brim, while still keeping a playful smile.

"I'd love to! Can't wait to drink cider again! It's been like ages" you reply to Brim.

"Sounds great. I've yet to try Guinness. Had any of those before, Brim?" asks the hunter.

"I've had a few, still really great picks. I think you'd like it Sasha. I might actually join you on the cider." says Brim as he nods at you. "It's settled then; to the Irish pub!". The five of you board the heli and the machine ascends with little to no issues. The inside of the flying vehicle is cool and you kiss the hot North African air goodbye for now. You sit down on the chairs and attach the seatbelt. Most people follow suit, except for Sova who still keeps his eyes peeled for the ground below. Making sure to see the corpses being retrieved by the enemy. As he is about to close the sliding door, he locks eyes with the enemy Sova. He muttered something under his breath and slid the door shut.

The flight took 2 hours with everyone keeping an eye peeled for Jett. You were all worried for her every time she closed her eyes for too long. Fortunately, you all made it back in one piece and Killjoy escorted her Korean friend to the infirmary with Sage. You said goodbye to your remaining teammates and agreed to meet back up an hour later at the main entrance to travel together.

Making your way over to the shower, the relief of your skin breathing again feels amazing. The coarse sand washing away and making space for sweetly scented soap to take its place. After your delightful shower, you open your wardrobe to think about your outfit for tonight. Since it was summer, you'd obviously wear something more causal and open to enjoy the evening air. However, you should probably consider getting a jacket with you too. Just in case. You settle on your favorite band t-shirt and jean shorts. Looking back to the mirror, the outfit seemed half finished. You thought to yourself: "Fuck it, let's fully commit to an alternative outfit. Seems more fitting in the context of this outing anyway". You decided to wear combat boots (other than the ones you wear for your job) and a black leather jacket. There, now this felt more complete. The rest of the hour are spent finishing up the little details of your outfit, adding cash to your pockets, and checking your work e-mails before fully logging off for today.

A knock on the door slightly startled you. "May I come in?", the Russian accent seeping through his speech, but sweet all the same. "You may" you say with a small smile. Sova's head peaks through the door and looks around for a bit to find you on your bed with your laptop. 

"Ah I apologize if I came at a bad time..." he says while opening the door slightly more for him to lean on the door frame.

"I was just reading up on some mails before logging off for tonight. Is something the matter?" you ask him while reading the last few lines of the mail in front of you.

"No, I just wanted to let you know it's time to leave" he says sheepishly. You look at the time in the corner of the laptop and see that you've been making your friends wait for 10 minutes now. "Oh god, sorry about that! I was completely focused on these dumb e-mails. Just have to grab my wallet and I'm ready."

He chuckles and holds the door open for you. "I thought as much" he says laughingly. You hurry along and was about to close the door behind you. Before even touching the door handle, the man's hand brushed yours. "Oh sorry, I wanted to close the door for you" he says. You chuckle and close the door anyway. "It's all good, let's go". 

You hadn't noticed his outfit before. Granted you were too busy scurrying about and grabbing your wallet to have a good look. Sova was wearing an all black outfit, but seemed to prefer having different types of textures on his clothing. The thin, breathable fabric of his black t-shirt seem to lightly tug upon his build. His black colored jeans were just below his waist and gave him a nice contour. It's a simple outfit, but matched well with his piercings and funnily enough with your outfit too. You've never seen Sova change much about his hair, but this time he decided to wear his ponytail higher. Probably because he was suffering from the heat back in Rabat too and needed a fresh night.

"You're looking good, I love your outfit." he says while continuing his walk towards the entrance. You smile to yourself and look at him, beaming a smile. "Thank you, thought I might try a more alternative outfit for tonight" you answer, chuckling a bit.

Finally at the entrance, you see that Brimstone was leaning on the side of the door and looking through his phone. He noticed your footsteps and straightened himself while slowly putting away his phone. "Ah, there you are. Let's get this night started." he exclaims while putting the code in to open the door. The night breeze was cool, but it seems like the air had to still lose its heat of the day. All three of you start walking towards the civilization close to your head quarters. Just like Sova, Brimstone was wearing casual clothing and he was rocking a dark blue t-shirt with white lettering and white shorts. The two men were idly chit-chatting about the planning in the couple of days and promising each other to not get totally smashed tonight. Sova made some space for you to walk in the middle of them and you happily obliged.

It wasn't a long walk, but you eventually made it to the heart of the city. Busy streets, bright lights and many smells and colors swarm your senses. Coming back to this place after an intense mission always feels rewarding. As you guys make your way over to the pub, Brimstone waves a couple of hello's to the locals in town. Many of them speaking Spanish and Brim responding in simple phrases, but it was clear the guy understood what they were saying. By now, you guys have reached the pub and it seemed to be rather busy tonight. Many people were sitting outside and inside of the establishment. Clearly some students and their friends but also a lot of the locals. You managed to find a comfortable spot in one of the corners and seat yourselves.

"Wow, it seems like many people decided to visit this place too. Is that fine with you guys? Would you prefer a calmer café to visit?" asks Brimstone a little embarrassed about the unusual order of things. Both Sova and you shake your heads. "I like it more that way", you say, "I prefer to hear laughter and fun than gunshots any day." Both men laugh at that statement. "We should join them in that case!" says Sova laughingly. All of you order your drink of the menu and the drinks get delivered shortly thereafter. This round is on Brim.

The conversations start out tame: what your plans are for the coming days, any interesting news or tidbits in your life currently, perhaps any new food establishments you've found... Then you guys decided to order a second round. This time being paid by Sova. Conversations this time seem to circle around your reasons to join the protocol. 

"What's your reason for joining, Sova?" you ask. The man slightly laughing. "You can just call me Sasha, we're friends after all..." He smiles warmly at you while reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. "I got invited by Liam (Brimstone's real name) to join the protocol. We were stationed in Russia together to do some spy work on a Kingdom Industries rival. If a friend calls for help, I don't hesitate to help. Besides, traveling and being able to photograph different creatures in my off time is a big bonus." Liam smiles and shakes his head, "You're always so dependable. But god is it difficult to get you out of the office to go and do your thing." Everyone started laughing at the hunter's stubbornness. Sasha asks you about your reason to join. You give them a brief explanation of your situation, after all Liam is already aware of yours and sought you after for that reason.

The third round of drinks get served, by your courtesy. More banter follows naturally too. At this point all of you were started to feel the effects of the booze. It's at this point that Liam was starting to feel sleepy and was calling it quits for tonight. "Friends, I think I'll be taking my leave. It was fun! We should go out again." He nods at you two and packs his stuff to leave. "Take care, old man!" you yell to him as he leaves the establishment. It's only the two of you now.

While sipping on your drinks you noticed that Sasha only had one of his ears pierced and not the other. You decided to ask him about that. 

"Oh, that...", He chuckles to himself, "I got it when I was younger. I was getting into alternative fashion myself. Raving and parties and I think I just wanted to fit in with my mates at the time. Over time, it just became my look. I still really like it. My babushka on the other hand...".

"Your grandma doesn't like it at all?" you ask him laughingly.

"No, she was chasing me around the house. 'How can you ruin your body like that! What will the others say!', that kind of stuff" he says as he takes a sip from his drink. "Now she does seem to like it. Probably understood that it's not going anywhere."

"Do you also happen to have other ones? Or is that the only piercings you have?" you ask him.

Sasha didn't know how to answer that. Truth be told, he did have more. Just none that are meant to be seen in public. He blushes and answers "If we get closer, I don't mind showing you..." Okay maybe he shouldn't have said that. Or could have worded it better. Stupid. Now they're bound to ask more...

You look at him, blushing at the idea of his invisible piercings. They're most likely to be an intimate matter. Another instance of your feelings for this man flaring up in a moment of weakness. You try to shoo those thoughts away. You're with a friend after all. This is an after-work activity with your coworker, no less. But you're also getting drunk, your thoughts fly freely in your head and no amount of willpower seems to put them into check. The butterflies in your stomach once more awoken, fluttering all around.

"The lucky person is in for some surprises it seems" you say, still holding on to your ever deepening blush. But also winking at him, to show your understanding.

"Thank you." He breathes a sigh of relief. He didn't want to make it awkward. Before he could think of an appropriate answer, he blurts out "And I guess it would be ruined for them now." Oops, he made it awkward again. Way to go, Sasha. This isn't the way he wanted to confess. Or hint at it. The hunter wasn't even sure if he wanted to confess in general. Keeping this secret with him till the grave.

"I-is this person-" you try to alleviate his awkwardness. In truth, you found this blushing mess of man in front of you incredibly adorable now. "Fuck" he mutters to himself. Might as well lay out all the cards in front of him.

Both of you kind of just look at each other at in this awkward tension. What is happening? You do know what's happening, but what is this set up. Was he losing his cool? Is he feeling as drunk as you are? But the blond man decided to take the first move of extending his hand towards you. "Listen... Before we do anything rash in this moment. I need to tell you something important." The blush on his face getting darker. He isn't sure if he should be averting his gaze from you or look straight at you. You couldn't help but extend your hand towards his and try to look for his eyes. You keep quiet and nod towards him, gesturing him to continue.

He takes a deep breath and takes a moment to look at you. "I want you to know that I really enjoy our friendship... But I haven't been entirely honest to you." He takes another moment and and bites his lip. His usual judgement escaping him at the moment and he can't really stop his feelings from pouring out. This is probably not the most romantic place to do it, either. They must be hella awkward. Shit. "I like you a lot. And I don't mean it casually. I mean it as in... I sometimes fantasize about spending my life with you, kind of way. Shit, I'm not sober at all..." he facepalms at himself for this under-baked confession. You giggle at this cute display and squeeze his hand. Moving closer to him from your seat. "Go on, Sasha. I'm listening" you say teasingly.

He can't help but laugh too, easing the awkward tension between you. Instead making space for an enticing current. Both you and Sasha feel like you're on fire, the electric feeling flowing through your hands. The hunter composes himself and looks at you straight on. "I love you" he simply says. The smile on your face grows bigger by the second. Sasha matches your expression and kisses your hand in his. You get even closer to him and give him a hug. It feels so comforting to be in his arms. The establishment be damned, the world doesn't exist for you in this moment. "I love you too, Sasha" you reply back to him. Perhaps it isn't the most romantic place to confess your feelings. Both you and Sasha played out many scenario's in your head. None of them were like this. But this is the real deal. Finally.

His face reaches your ear and whispers softly, "Can I kiss you, my sweetheart?". You chuckle and your noses brush each other. You lean in to kiss him. If you were on fire before, now you're blazing. His soft lips were kissing you all over. Each and every kiss feels like a gallon of gasoline being thrown into your blazing fire. Feeling bliss, a feral feeling in your stomach kept creeping up. You wanted him, so badly. Waiting for this moment felt like ages and the man left you all hot and bothered. He broke the kiss and cupped your face in his hands. Looking into your eyes and smiling warmly.

You put your hands on top of his and you lean in closer. The hunter was expecting another kiss, but you went for his ear. "I think you said you'd show me something..." you let the words trail. Your lover turns his head to face you. A bit surprised at this request and smiled deviously at you. 

"I thought you'd want to take things slow." still smirking at you. You move a hand from one of his towards his neck and whisper back. 

"I'm impatient, and you're right here all for the taking." The blond Russian shakes his head, laughing and replied back, "It's a bad trait to have, you know? But I can make an exception this time." He breaks the entrancement from you, finishes his drink and was about to grab his stuff. But you grab his arm and close the distance once more. "I want it now. I don't want to walk and face anyone else, right now. Please, Sasha." He takes a little moment to think. This was probably a very bad idea. A terrible one, even. But damn could he not shake the idea of you on his lap. Feeling you all up and just forgetting about his responsibilities. He grabs your arm and leads you to the bathroom.

The establishment has a unisex bathroom with posters hanging about on all of the walls. Two stalls were provided for the patrons to use. The lust-hungry feeling in your stomach intensifies. You didn't think he'd actually do it. The hunter must be feeling just as hot and bothered as you, if not more. Luckily for you two daredevils, the bathroom seemed to be empty and he takes you in one of the stalls. Once inside, you lock the door behind you. You turn your head back to face him, both of you smirking at this. This is such a dumb decision, you could still back out now.

"If I do anything that you don't like, please tell me. I rather have a good time with you than you regretting a single bit-" but before the considerate lover could finish his words, you plant your lips on him. The roaring fire resumes. Lust-filled, he pins you to the door and growls in your ear. Clearly enjoying himself. He continues to kiss you, putting your arms above your head. You can't help but breathe out small moans of pleasure. He's filling up your senses and your head is so dizzy, almost going blank. The anticipation through the roof. Slowly he trails his kisses lower and lower. You neck piles up kisses and nibbles. He has to keep himself from losing all control and leaving bite marks. You had not given him the permission yet and he had no idea what would make you feel the best. Sensing his hesitation, you whisper to him to let it all go. "Consume me, show me your feelings, Sasha." you breathed out hungrily. You had no idea what you unleashed in him.

Your neck got nibbled, kissed, licked and bitten. Like an animal he just let his instincts and his whims guide him. You couldn't stop yourself from enjoying this side of him. The normally cool and grounded hunter, the strategist and kind-hearted soul was now thrashing around and behaving like a beast. If he had no shred of humanity left, he'd rip your clothes right off of you, claiming you all to himself. He knelt in front of you and unzipped your shorts, making sure to leave kisses and nibs to continue the anticipation. Some moments he'd stop what he was doing and look at you with an unfamiliar look of a hungry predator. It sent you shivers down your spine.

It wasn't like him to be the one kneeling, but he couldn't help himself here. He longed a while now to taste you. Nothing holding him back now, the booze probably played a role in this too, he got to act on his dirtiest fantasies. He just hoped you didn't mind this version of him. Behaving like this would sent a lot of people into a deep shame. Sasha on the other hand didn't care. He wanted to show all of him, there should be no secrets between you now. This was him, the dirty little animal.

You opened your legs more for him to find your sweet spot easier. Your breath hitched and you didn't care either if the other patrons would hear your moans. You just focused on your little love bug. Grabbing his hair, tightening your grip every time he gave you a wonderful sensation. More and more you wished to pleasure him back. To feel the heat of his tip and have him give you a taste of his own poison.

The sensations, the hungry motions, the lustful eyes, the growls and moans of pleasure... Everything came to a crescendo when your climax reached you. Mewing Sasha's name over and over like a spell. You couldn't help but push his face deeper into you, to tighten your legs, to hang over him and ride out your orgasm. Sensing your finish, Sasha removes his lips from your delightful spot and looks up at you. Satisfied with his work, he licks his lips and kisses you there one last time before getting up. Feeling weak, you grab on to his t-shirt. Taking your shallow breaths. "I hope you enjoyed that, my dear." he whispers to you while embracing you and nuzzling your nose. Breathing in his air, he smells just like you. 

"C-can I taste you?" you ask, still all up in your feels. 

"Here?" he asks, while he strokes your face. 

"I don't want you to go home without your reward" you smirk at him.

"I'm not going to say no to you" he laughs at your boldness, kissing your forehead tenderly. Your butterflies fluttering around once more. Oh, how you love this man. This time you kneel in front of your lover and help him unzip his pants. Pushing past his underwear you can see that he is already quite hard from all this. You push Sasha to sit down. Trying to make him as comfortable as possible before you feast yourself.

You put your arms over his lap and take a good look at the member. Coming closer to his own sweet plaything, you open your mouth and swirl your tongue around his tip. Occasionally kissing it and letting your teeth brush softly onto it. His eyes were focused on you and your tongue, clearly reeling from the delicate sensations. His hands stroking your cheeks, but it was clear he was doing his absolute best to behave and give you a chance to explore him.

Cheekily, you sometimes dared to take a part of him in and look at him while you did. He would try to hold your look, but clearly was faltering and it made him weak. "I can't take it anymore, I want to push you so deep, you choke on me." he says under his breath. The words dripping from the lust for you. His legs shaking at this point and he's clearly being so needy. It made you blush quite hard, he really doesn't seem to have any filter right now. Not that you minded, you'd happily take his orders. He deserved a reward after all.

"Go ahead, I'll take you anytime" you teased him with your devilish grin. 

He grabs his own toy in his hand, the other gripping your hair. Rubbing himself on your lips before demanding you open your mouth for him. He pushed himself into you, groaning at the wetness. "You would make for such a good fuck toy" he whispers to you before fucking your face. Even though you already had your fill, you could feel the heat pool back into your stomach. He was being quite rough and seemed to enjoy it when your teeth would brush up on his sensitive spots. His breath was so irregular you had no idea if he was trying to edge himself on your throat or was about to climax himself. Your question would be soon answered once you felt a thick liquid enter your throat. He let out a relieved sigh and softens his grip on you.

Realizing he didn't even let you know of his condition nor warning you for the shot, he quickly recomposed himself. "A-are you okay? I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking..." You wipe away the excess cum off of your face and get up. Like last time, before he could finish his sentence, you go to sit on his lap and kiss him while wrapping your arms around him. Reciprocating the kiss and hug, he tries to brush your hair back to normal. 

"I love you dearly, I hope you had fun tonight" he says sweetly. He plants a kiss on your cheeks.

"Thank you for this amazing night, Sasha. Let's get back home".

[bobbydagen24]

yes JD and Bruce are abusive and Bro zone are Toxic overall and its worrying to me how some in the fandom either can't see this or actively choose to ignore it.

( I Guess this is my return to Trolls fandom posting tho I won't be Doing it as Regularly as I used to )

for starters people seem to write off the argument scene as if its somehow JD and Bruce behaving out of character or its understandable and morally complex when it really isn't

they knew this was a source of pain for Branch ( them being absent for a most of his life since he was upset with both of them when they first met up again )

but they Decided to mock and belittle him for wanting them to be a family again

completely unprovoked since Branch didn't even say anything to them that could possibly trigger such a cruel response such as if he had lashed out in anger

which would have been understandable given he didn't even want anything from his Brothers at the start but Jd and Bruce basically emotionally lured him back in via love bombing

aka acting overly chummy with him and basically ignoring any actual more serous emotions such as Bruce just ignoring Branch's valid feelings of upset towards him

and then wanting to Dump him at the first sign of inconvenience and cruelly emotionally abusing him when he didn't just quietly accept what they wanted

like this is textbook abusive behaviour if you see someone behaving like this its a red flag and its worrying how the fandom ignores this.

simply because Jd and Bruce have surface level likable personalities again something most abusers have as it makes them seem very trust worthy

I said before in another post that the fandom Judges Bro zone on a surface level and this is what I meant as they look at the two or 3? scenes

of them acting like nice people and just Decided that's who they were even tho in said scenes they only acted Decent when literally everything was going their way

as soon as JD and Bruce faced any kind of problem they acted badly which is far more likely to be their true colours because you Really see someone for who they truly are in these kinds of moments

same with Crimp literally standing by and keeping quiet over kidnapping and torture simply because she didn't want to have the inconvenience of finding a new Job.

its strange to me how people write this off as not being the real them when its how they behave for most of the movie and they act in ways that show it

you can be as condescending as you like such as other Bro zone Defenders have been to me in the past by saying stuff like

"" your blatantly missing the point of the character ""

but truth is that isn't valid because Guess what? just because the writers want you to see a character one way does not mean that is who the character they put into their work actually is

we have to judge the characters based on the content we have of them in the work of fiction not what the writers intended them to be

because those two things don't always match up a writer could try and write a certain character as being sympathetic or a good person at heart

but if the content in their own story does not back that up its no one's fault but the writers it isn't the fault of the audience for calling them out on writing shitty people and not Realising it.

and writing a message that amounts to Blood entitling people to Treat you badly and abandon you and not give a shit about you for years on end like Bruce and Clay and Floyd did

( which shows that their care towards Branch and each other is very surface level when they were willing to Drop each other so quickly both in past and present day and only acted nice to each other when it was convenient and easy )

yet its on you to "" fix "" them and forgive them because lord knows they won't be the ones to put in the effort and change and admit to any wrongdoing

like for as much as the fandom complained about Creek's return in TBGO which yes was Rushed as Hell at least he actually admitted to wrong doing and apologised

something Bro zone never did besides Clay but even that was a weak sounding apology that didn't even sound very emotional or sincere tbh.

people complained about Creek's lack of Remorse yet Bro zone show a lack of remorse throughout except for literally one brief animation panel which the fandom loves to go crazy over because its literally the only thing you have that indicates any regret

but it comes after Branch finally stands up to them and leaves so 1. he never sees any remorse or acknowledgment of wrongdoing from his "" Brothers "" yet he still gives them another chance

and 2. it lasts like 1 minute and it comes after they were literally emotionally tearing him down for no bloody reason so that alone should not be enough for the fandom

it Really is the equivalent to your partner getting angry and hitting you and then feigning a little bit of remorse after you threaten to leave them

and later on you give them another chance because they promise to change while never actually admitting to doing anything wrong and of course the cycle repeats.

which I kinda suspect is what the writers are Hoping for because this movie's message Honestly feels like it was written by an abuser

who feels their victim should have to make the effort and put up with whatever shit they throw at them and give them unlimited second chances

no matter how many times they Hurt them.

to be clear I don't actually have a problem with all people who simply like Bro zone's characters my problem is

there's a stark Difference between liking say a morally Grey Douchbag character

and liking a character who is a bad person and making excuses for them plenty of people like characters like Joe Goldberg or Walter White

but there's a difference between fans who enjoy them because they are complex and enjoyable Villains and bad people vs fans who feel like they are actually great people deep down

and thus attempt to justify every single one of their actions and behaviours because otherwise they'd feel bad for enjoying their characters.

those are the Bro zone fans who Bother me and who I feel aren't taking away very Healthy messages from this movie

because they are not good people they are not a good family and you can still enjoy a character who is a bad person but it is not okay to try and justify every single one of their actions

and make stuff up in order to make out like they were actually good people or they were actually bigger victims than they really were or that their actions are somehow complex when they really aren't

Hence why the fandom does so much art portraying them as loving and caring because the actual movie itself sure didn't do that.

and why so many fans make stuff up in order to portray JD and Bruce as secretly being more caring for Branch or more sympathetic in the Grander story when they Really aren't

in short I'm worried about the message this movie is sending out to people about personal Relationships and how they seem to be taking it to Heart

people are not perfect but there is a stark Difference between someone not being perfect and someone showing a lack of care or Regard for you your whole life

and showing no basic Respect for your feelings as a person and mistreating you by weaponizing one of your greatest Trauma's simply because they are slightly annoyed by you

that is not excusable behaviour that is Toxic this movie and Bro zone's Defenders do not understand the Difference and it worries me

and it worries me how a real life child who is in a bad family situation may see this movie and Relate it to their own experiences thinking their neglectful or abusive family

may not be perfect but its on them to forgive them and keep shoving second chances on them because they "" aren't perfect ""

but them showing you the Bare minimum of affection every now and then must mean that they really care about you and you have to stand by them.

just like Branch did with his family this movie's message is not only Toxic its irresponsible for a movie viewed by many young children to put out there.

that's why I'm so against this movie and its message and think it needs to be called out more

it isn't just down to me simply disliking it because I didn't enjoy certain aspects its because I legit think this movie could be Harmful to kids in real life

if they take the message on Board it worries me.

anyway this most likely this won't be fixed by a future film the next movie will probably do what Despicable me 4 did with Dru and just not feature them for the whole film

and have them as a quick cameo at the very end and Honestly its probably for the best Bro zone had potential but the writers messed up badly

and created a terrible family who mistreat each other and only show surface level care when its convenient and the writers Genuinely Don't Realise it

and their fans don't care because JD and Bruce act like silly fun guys so they could literally do anything and the fans would still like them and Defend them.

but being likable does not equal being a good person tho and someone showing you tiny scraps of care and affection every now and then

but most of the time mistreating you or not even giving a shit about your very existence does not mean they are a good family member to you

people Deserve better Bro zone Defenders please Realise this otherwise you will end up in a bad Toxic Relationship which no one Deserves.

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

Future Android 18 being confused when her own body gets hit with the contingencies.

Bulma found some of Geros work but may have picked the wrong signal. Instead of activating the bomb she evacuated the bowels.

[Warning like really gross]

"We'll see who's laughing now... I've spent months reverse engineering this kill switch! I'll see you in hell you damn blubbery tyrant!" Bulma cursed struggling to keep her mind and hand steady as she held a detonator in her hands. Without a second thought she'd push the button and carefully watch from her concealed hiding place amongst the ruined rubble of the trashed city waiting for the Android menace to expire. "Any second now..." Bulma though her mind filled with visions of all those they had lost up till now.

"BWOOOOOOOOORP! Fuck me these burgers are even better. I don't know what 17 was worried about, keeping humans alive to make food was the best idea I ever had." The futuristic and sadistic version of 18 belched as she sat atop a creaking and bending bench gorging herself on food she had collected from the various surviving settlements the androids hadn't torched in their path of destruction.

"I bet the pizza is ever better!" 18 snorted and huffed wiping away a smear of ketchup from her lips with a flabby arm before shoving her greasy pudgy sausage fingers down towards a pizza rolling the entire thing up like a burrito and swallowing it in one gulp.

"It... it didn't work?" Bulma though fearful she had made a mistake but a sudden change in the androids expression almost made her give up her position.

"Hhrk... Hnnng! Wha- whatsh happenin'?" 18 groaned and grunted as she clenched her chest and belly doubling over in her seat as sweat began to drip down from her forehead in thick greasy beads. Bulma knew it had to be the bomb! She'd get to watch the murderer suffer for everything she had done! Or so she thought... 18 didn't explode instead an ominously gurgling began to grow louder as she panted and wheezed. The blonde menace looked to be in pain as her face scrunched up and she leaned to the side hefting her elephant sized ass cheek off the bench and letting out an explosive

"BRAAAAAAAAPPPPP BLOOOOOOORT!!!!!"

Like a cannon going off the androids stomach unleashed an explosive burst of flatulence with her sweat stained jeans rumbling as her gas soiled the already ruined fabric and flooded the surrounding area with a rancid, rotten and brown tinted smog that almost made Bulma faint from the sheer horridness of the smell.

"Shit... whew... that was FOUL! I feel like I've been holding that in all day. Ah who am I kidding I've been full of it since I ate those deep fried dino tails." The crass and vulgar android joked unaware of the distraught scientist In hiding just aways away from her.

"But... I had to work... I-I did everything I could..." Bulma said muttering to herself almost crying as she looked down at the remote in disappointment in herself and her work. "I failed..." she said tears now freely running down her cheeks.

"Once I finish up this pile I bet those bakers down in south town have had long enough to make me another wedding cake, if not I might just blow them up... or their toilet whichever one comes first." Future 18 grunted letting out one last burst of gas before getting up and digging her fingers into the back of her jeans to pull the stained fabric up and over her exposed sweaty ass. Standing up however wad definitely a mistake as her stomach dropped and the androids face paled. Something inside her was jostled loose by her sudden movement and she didn't like where it was going.

"Oh shit..." is all the Android got out before the flood gates opened and the fail safe Bulma had unintentionally triggered kicked in.

"BLOOOOOOOOORT!"

18's bowels gave way and her jeans already ruined by her humid body began to bulge and sag as she emptied the contents of her gut Into her pants stretching the material out and sagging to the ground in a rancid beanbag sized boulder of filth. Her pudgy cheeks turned scarlet as she voided her bowels emptying everything she had consumed and digested in her cauldron of a gut in a matter of moments. This was the straw that broke the camels back and bulma couldn't keep it together anymore. It was a mixture of anger, sadness, disgust all at once and despite a breath sadistic grin at ruining the Android and humiliating the world's torment she quickly passed out when another explosive fart left 18's rear overwhelming her senses and singing her nose with the burning overwhelming smell.

With the last of mess sputtering out into her pants the Android stood in shock at what she had done. 18 sat in silence for what felt like an eternity before lifting a pudgy finger into the air and blasting the mound of half eaten food with a ki blast before flying off leaving a thick scent trail behind her and carrying her swaying sagging britches along with her. She left without a word...

[asktheheirofslytherin]

That blazed post is giving me serious anxiety and I even cried. Am I really so horrible for liking HP? It helped me in the worst of times and I can't let it go. It'd be like letting go of my childhood friend. Idk why she who must not be named had to ruin it for us. Why couldn't she just stay quiet? I hope this shit is just on Tumblr and not irl .

OOC:

Short answer - You're not horrible. At all.

Long answer - It's nuanced. I know plenty of queer/marginalized/ liberal minded people who are still engaged in the fandom on their own terms. We are out there. We are inclusive and supportive.

Keep in mind a lot of these antis are extremely hurt. Many used to be hp fans and feel betrayed by the creator. They deal with that in different ways. I stopped buying anything that would support her financially, for example. Other people actively try to discourage anyone from engaging. And while I cannot dismiss anyone's individual choices or pain, I can be critical of people who try to control what other people like and how they process things.

Sometimes people compare the creator to Lovecraft, and while there are similarities, this isn't entirely the same issue. Lovecraft has been dead for a long time and you can become aquainted with Lovecraftian horror with the disclaimer at the beginning of the journey. There have been decades of processing and evolution. Many (most) hp fans were lured in and then a bomb was dropped. The creator is still on Twitter. It's harder to ignore. Former fans lash out.

I like Lord Voldemort. The character and fic were a key part of getting through some serious mental health shit in my teens. Also hp was my first real exposure to large scale world building, which impacted me greatly as a writer. So while I've lost connection with much of hp, I'm not letting go of this Volde-centric corner of fandom. And I don't feel bad about it in the slightest.

I think many (mostly younger) people today are (rightfully) horrified by the world and some of the people in it, and are therefore holding each other up to higher (and in many times impossible) standards. Some of these revelations are good. Others - such as fandom purity culture and "your fav is problematic" - is excessive. It's a trauma response, yes, but truly - I am much more worried about people's stances on say - the state of bodily autonomy in the US or the human rights violations in Iran than I am what their favorite fictional character is.

No one should be put on a pedestal. No one. Not your favorite author or celebrity, not your parents or other irl role models, not your partner, not even Mr Rogers. They will let you down. I've let people down in the past. I'll do it again - not intentionally, but that's not the point.

You can't live your life trying to justify your choices to as many people as possible. You can just live your life being the best person you can be according to your ideals. Be kind, open minded and accepting. Set boundaries with people you can't agree with and whose behavior is truly unacceptable. Allow yourself to change over time. Allow others to do the same. And for farts sakes, like whatever piece of fandom you want. Liking a book is not a moral judgement. Being a dick to others about what they like is.

[vision-bound-muse]

More Kuki HC things: Not verse specific, just things that lurk or 900+ words of Rene rambling. This is a long post.

I hate the fact that is game is so vague, while simultaneously dropping small trauma bombs.

Her entire reason for leaving home is “I didn’t want to be a shrine maiden.” I… really think it goes deeper than that. I get that it is partially cultural, but even considering that it still doesn’t sit quite right. She says she got stuck in Inazuma when she went back to visit family but given the reaction to her seeing her sister. I really don’t think that’s quite true either and was just an answer provided to keep nosy travelers out of shit.

Kuki’s story quest really made me hate the Traveler and Yea on her behalf, that’s a ship that’s never going to happen here. I would be hard pressed to call it friends even and verges on a level of disrespectful behavior I have a hard time thinking she would be okay with… Getting.off.topic… If it was simply just about the shrines, there should have been a stabbing. (tbt it should have been a stabbing period).

Sdkfgsh

The mask was presented as a way to prevent people from recognizing her as a shrine maiden, (and also intimidate tf out of people) buttttt again half-truths, and she is hiding from her family. It is also a visual representation of that wall between her and everyone else.  

Shit only hinted at, again. I have thoughts, but I don’t want to linger in this headspace for too terribly long. TL;DR there are scars. Hence, Fortress Shinobu. She cares about Itto, that much is obvious, but he is very much kept outside those walls like (almost) everyone else she comes in contact with.

There is Shinobu and Shinobu presenting. They are both her to a degree, but really in? That’s specific to Caelus right now, thus discord thoughts for Jace along with some other things.

Less specific and mere rambling of theory crafting. Sorting, acclimating, expanding and so on. My brain is a pingpong ball, truly, which is why I dump these things here.

When I write her I get the general sense she feels like she does not fit in anywhere in Teyvats verse. Stuck kind of feeling… just there because she has nothing better to do than study look after a hand full of idiots. Which should feel like family but fuck it’s just not and its empty and forced. It’s babysitting in the true sense of the word, and I leave that bullshittery at the doorstep of Hoyo, flaming. You gave this girl a machine for a brain and ambition for centuries to leave her… a.fucking.babysitter. There will be none of that on this blog, she is a person with desires, and we will be putting that pretty brain and ambition to good use.

Direction: She will play up the responsible professional girl act because she full well knows that is what is expected of her and it is business. It has been drilled into the core of default Shinobu operations, but she is a rebel at heart. This girl is a runaway and the defacto leader of a gang which she has used to facilitate light organized crime.

To further, she is a Consigliere equivalent minimally and she is quite happy with this. Thus we will lean on that heavily in a less babysitting way and more of an I actively want to be doing this way. Seperate from the gang, because welp, that’s just done. There is just no room for growth there.

Problems? From subtle to brutal, it will be taken care of. She will use this to protect and provide for those she cares about, but also to quietly stir the pot. Bad little fingers there. This also speaks to some of the more negative aspects of her personality, a lot of interactions being very transactional. It is business, and she does look at it entirely as business at times. Additionally, it lets her have these special interest in a meaningful way beyond just a gaggle of lunatics. She will look to build her own little empire.

Knowledge: Varied per verse, but she is a quick learner and is going to look for things which can be useful from a problem-solving business aspect. Due to the force that is Itto and her mechanical role she field medic + she’ll quietly pull those bullets and patch you right the fuck up. Lawyering, given canon. The rest is tucked in that has nothing to do with her as a person and is just there to say she is smart without showing that she is smart. God bless you, Hoyo (in every sense of that southern fucking phrase).

Morally gray pumpkin: Kuki has her own rules. She is likely not going to stand for injustices or bullying. As she is self-sacrificing to a degree of insanity, she does not like to see people suffer without cause, being on the opposing side of that will probably be met with violence. With that being said, she is not above doing shady things if the job calls for it but do take care to make sure one is in the right before requesting her services as she is not going to have any issues turning shit right back around on people.

Personality and other junk: She likes a challenge, to be specific people that challenge those walls (or you know, just bulldoze right the fuck over them), and she does like it when people playfully mess with her. Earn that trust? She will give you unspeakable loyalty, but she also does not give up ground easily at the same time.

Society is dumb, expectations equally dumb. She is headstrong and aggressive, but not immune to reason and likes to be the one in charge.

What she is looking for is home and acceptance. Simple, seeing as she is very independent.

All things considered; this is what I want her to find.

[xoxo-teddybear]

You Did This To Us - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, gore, implied sexual activity, infidelity, alcohol abuse, marijuana use, I’m just here to rip y’all hearts out, MDNI

Summary: It was a horrible battle against raging villains and he watched you, his loving wife of 6 years, get pierced right in front of him. It was traumatizing. Your days in the hospital sent him into depression, causing him to make the worst decisions of his life. Decisions he’s regretted the second he’s made them and decisions he’ll forever regret because of what it cost him.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

He warned you not to come. No that’s not the right word. He begged you to sit your ass down at home where you would be safe. But of course, you were never that kind of hero. You could never sit on the sidelines and watch others fight a battle you knew you could at least try to help in. So with a heavy heart, he reluctantly allowed you to come. His first regret.

Because as the battle died down and victory was in sight, his world was thrown into chaos once more. The villains were down. The wind was settling. The dust was clearing. Katsuki could see you struggling to stand due to exhaustion but saw your smile nonetheless. He gave a breath of relief as he still saw you and jogged over to you. As he did, you noticed him coming your way and your smile only grew. Until it suddenly dropped, along with his own. Out of nowhere, a sharp, metal staff flew threw the air and pierced you right in the stomach. The sight was nauseating as Katsuki covered his mouth, truly shocked. He watched you in horror as you trembled before falling to the ground.

Katsuki looked behind him to find the attacker and saw some stupid, weak ass, good for nothing villain use the last of his power just to cause you harm. Then the world began to shake. No, that wasn’t it. Katsuki was violently trembling as he looked towards the bastard on the ground. Despite him being knocked out cold, that didn’t stop Dynamight from rushing over to him, grabbing him by the neck and blasting him. No one was around. No one would see. His job was safe. He could do this and have no repercussions whatsoever, so why not?

After the petty villain’s death, Katsuk used every ounce of strength in him to run to your body that had blood trickling down the side of your lips. “Y/N!”

You turned your head the best you could to find your husband sobbing his eyes out as he picked you up into his lap. He cradled your head and gently tapped your face, trying to keep you conscious. “Hey! Hey, you’re gonna be okay, alright?! You’re gonna be okay baby I promise.”

“Suki..I’m tired.” You whispered out in a weak voice. Hearing your words stabbed him through the chest.

“I-..I know baby. I know you’re tired. But- but you can’t go to sleep okay? Don’t go to sleep. You have to stay awake- stay alive! Okay?” He pleaded with you. He called out for a medic once he saw the flashing red and blue lights near the scene and held onto your body. He looked to you and saw your eyes becoming null and dense before firing back up again. You were falling in and out of consciousness. You were a fighter and you were trying to stay alive. It made him choke out a sad laugh. “You’re gonna make it, Teddy Bear, I swear.”

“….if I don’t make it-“

“You will, you idiot, don’t say shit like that!”

“But if I don’t…just- Ah-….just know I love you, Suki.”

Katsuki kissed your forehead before hugging you close. “I know, Y/N. I love you too. More than anyone, and more than you’ll ever fucking know.”

He noticed a small smile reach your lips before the medics came. Katsuki was quick to stand with you in his arms, careful and aware of the metal still pierced within you. He handed you off to the professionals who handled you with extra care. They brought you into the ambulance with Katsuki trying to follow in before being stopped.

“The fuck-“

“Dynamight, we can’t allow you to go in.” One said.

“And why the fuck not?! That’s my wife in there!” Katsuki shouted as he pointed to you.

“I understand, but her condition is severe. We can’t have anyone taking up space as we take care of her on her way to the hospital.” He explained.

“Taking up space?! Do you even know who you’re-“

“Sir, please. Let me do my job, let me save your wife’s life.” With that, Katsuki finally nodded in silence as he allowed the medic’s words to echo in his head. “Can you meet us at the hospital?”

Once again, a silent nod. With that, the medic was off and back to your seemingly lifeless body. Katsuki watched as he lead the team and perfectly directed them. He was sure that until you got to the hospital, you were in good hands. That was one guy he could surprisingly trust. He didn’t know him very well or at all for that matter, but he has Dynamight’s trust. Now Katsuki just had to head home and clean himself up before finding you again. Screw getting checked up. He knew his body. He knew he was damn well fucking fine.

—

As Katsuki opened the door to his house in a rush, he was quick to take a shower just to wash off the dirt and blood. He quickly hopped out and changed into some clothes before looking for his car keys. He found them at his nightstand along with the framed pictures of you and him. One on your wedding night and one celebrating your 3rd anniversary as a married couple. As Katsuki quickly looked through he pictures he smiled with a tear falling down his cheek. He looked around the room and took in all the pictures of you both that decorated your walls and tables.

You both were together since junior high. You were together for 10 years and despite being at the young ages of 23 and 22, he still decided to pop the big questions and propose. You said yes. It was one of the happiest days of his life, next to getting you to be his girlfriend, and meeting you in general. Forget the hero work, he’d trade it all if it meant he got to stay with you. You were always involved when it came to his happiest points in life. And now you were fighting for your life at the hospital. So with that, Bakugou wiped his tears and ran to his car, urgently trying to meet you at the building.

As he pulled up and parked, he pushed passed all the paparazzi and fans that surrounded the entrance due to news of you being there. You can assume how bad it got when everyone took notice of another pro-hero, and that pro being Dynamight no less, showing up. Despite all that, Bakugou forced his way in and made it to the front desk, demanding to know where you were. The poor lady at the desk had to deal with this explosive bomb, only to anger him even more by asking for his ID.

“Are you a fucking idiot?! Look at me! I’m Bakugou fucking Katsuki?! The number one pro fucking hero?!” He screamed at the poor girl.

“I’m- I’m sorry sir! It’s just protocol. H/N is a pro-hero, this is just what has to be done.” She shakily let out. Bakugou grunted before slamming his ID and Hero license onto the table. The lady nodded before handing him a piece of paper that had directions to your room.

Bakugou snatched it and gave her a scowl before running to look for you. Finally making it to one of the highest floors and down the longest hallways, he finally reached your door with 2 doctors already standing out in front of it. Bakugou tried to get through but they stopped him from entering.

“What?! What fucking now?!” He shouted as he stepped back to keep their hands off of him.

“Sir, they’re taking care of your wife just fine, but you have to wait here.” One of the docs demanded. With that, an argument bursted out between the pro and the doctors. The booming voices shook the building until a familiar voice was heard from behind the blonde.

“Dynamight, your wife’s in good care. I made sure my own wife was to be her head doctor.” Bakugou turned around to find the medic that stopped him from going into your ambulance there.

“It’s you.” He spoke aloud. The medic smiled before bowing.

“Daisuke Ena,” the medic said before standing back up straight. “Please trust me when I say your wife will be fine.”

“…and why should I?” Bakugou said after thinking for a minute.

“My wife is the one taking care of her. She is one of the best, if not the best, doctor in the prefecture. That’s not a biased opinion by the way, you can look her up. Daisuke Ami. I ensured it was her who was to see to your wife.” Daisuke said with a calm smile. After looking towards your hospital room, Katsuki turned back to the medic and nodded silently like he did before. But this time, he added a small ‘thank you.’

—

6 hours. Katsuki sat in one of the seats in front of your hospital room for 6 fucking hours only for them to tell him they cannot allow you visitors. You were in an unstable condition and so they sent Katsuki home. The news was heart wrenching. You always ran through Katsuki’s mind 24/7. He couldn’t stop it. But now, these thoughts were no longer happy and innocent, consisting of ‘damn, I miss her,’ and ‘I wonder what my girl’s doing right now.’ Instead they consisted of ‘Is she gonna be okay,’ and ‘she’s gonna come home, right?’ but most of all ‘I can’t lose her.’

Luckily for Katsuki, he became familiar with medical staff, Daisuke Ena, and was lucky enough to get his number. Daisuke gave him updates on Y/N. Usually, they weren’t so great but the hero appreciated the messages. The text didn’t help in uplifting Katsuki’s spirits though. If anything, they made them worse. In the beginning, Katsuki had hope that you would turn out okay.

But then a week passed.

And then another.

And then two more and before he knew it, you had already been in there for a month. This was the longest month of Katsuki’s life. It sucks to say but in the 13 years that you both have been together, he’s hasn’t done much alone outside of hero work. And even then, he would be lucky enough to work with you. It was always you and him together. Dates? Duh. Grocery shopping? Always you and him. Going for a walk? Why not? He loves spending as much time as he could with you. He loves you. But he hadn’t realize how dependent he became on your presence. In a way, you being gone drove him mad. He knew where you were. You were in the hospital. He could drive her there and see you right now!

No he can’t.

Because he would go and you would be stuck in bed, unconscious and hooked to machines, in a room, behind a door that Katsuki can’t get by. Seeing you isn’t the same as holding you. Speaking to you isn’t the same as conversing with you. There’s no reciprocation from your end. Being around your near lifeless body could only do so much. And so after two more weeks without you went by, Katsuki fell into a depression.

And that sucks because a few days after Katsuki’s depression began, it was okay for him to see you. But you hadn’t woken up yet. He didn’t think he would be able to be near you and your practically dead body. The fact that you were alive didn’t stick to him. He can’t see your beautiful E/C eyes, he can’t hear your honey-like voice..there’s no way you’re alive. The back of his mind still had hope. He knew you were stable. He knew you were gonna be okay..hopefully..but, you weren’t waking up. You were basically dead. Dead, dead, dead. And the more he thought about it, the more realistic the idea came to be.

So he didn’t visit you anymore..something else he’ll come to regret, and because he didn’t visit, he grew mad. Throwing away his life and succumbing to the tempting taste of alcohol. Any he could get. From the cheapest beers in cans to the finest liquors sold from top shelf. In the beginning, it was..controlled, but then he showed up to hero work completely wasted. Kirishima saved his job and forced Katsuki to take a break until he becomes stable again. This only gave Katsuki free time to do whatever the hell he wanted. And what did he want to do? He wanted to become lost.

Lost in alcohol, lost in weed, lost in everything. Lost because he doesn’t have you. Everyday he would spend it drinking and smoking, constantly being cross faded and surprising all his friends when he remained alive after all the substance abuse. Wake up, drink, get ready, drink, sit in the living room, smoke, cry over you, smoke and drink, eat and drink, go to sleep after a smoke sesh, cry over you once more. Eventually, Katsuki had cried so much, the only thing keeping him together was the fact that he had all these pictures of the two of you. Pictures of your smiles, you giving him a kiss, your dates, your accomplishments..he has all these pictures..but none of them would ever be as good as the real you.

Seeing his friend going down this road, Kirishima couldn’t help but try to do everything he could to fix his friend. No matter how many times Katsuki pushed him away, the red head kept going back. And none of his attempts to help his friend worked. Until…

—

“What now, Shitty Hair?” Bakugou groaned as he opened his door and squinted at the bright day light. He doesn’t remember that last time he’s seen the sun.

“I know you’ve been in a slump-“

“Slump? That’s what you call this? I lost the love of my life, Kirishima. This isn’t a fucking slump.” Bakugou said a little louder this time.

“She’s not gone, Bakugou.” Kirishima said trying to reassure his friend.

“But she’s not here either,” the blonde said as he chewed on his lip. “…look, whatever it is you want from me, I can’t give you. Not until Y/N is back at home, here, with me, safe and alive.”

“I know you feel that way man, but you can’t keep living like this. It’s not good for you. You at least need to get out of your house.” Kirishima said with his hand on the door as Bakugou tried to shut it. The blonde narrowed his eyes at his best friend before Kirishima spoke up again. “We can go wherever you wanna go and do whatever you wanna do, you just gotta get out of this house. Please.”

As Katsuki thought about it, he took a deep sigh before speaking. “Tonight at Hiro’s?”

“Dude, you wanna go to a bar-“

“It’s a club. Better than a bar, better drinks.” Bakugou corrected.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna hit the gym or maybe go to an actual restaurant or something?” Kirishima said, trying to steer his friend clear of alcohol.

“If you want me out of my house, then we go where I wanna go. No exceptions.” Bakugou said with a stern voice. Kirishima thought about it and sighed before giving in.

“Fine. But first, you gotta clean yourself up.” The red head said. The blonde nodded before going to shut his door, only to be interrupted by his friend once again. “With a little help from your best buds.”

As Kiri pushed the door open even more, Kaminari and Sero showed their faces that held kind smiles that only made Katsuki seethe. “No fucking way. This isn’t some girl’s trip and we aren’t doing makeovers.”

“Nobody said anything about a makeover, we’re just gonna help clean ya’ up Kacchan!” Denki smiled.

“I’m a grown man, I don’t need help cleaning up.” Bakugou said with a growl.

“Tell that to your stubble, messy hair, eye bags, and stench.” Sero began. “Seriously man, you smell like liquor and weed. You’re lucky you got that caramel thing going on to save you…barely.”

Before he knew it, his friends had pushed him into his house and quickly directed him to the bathroom. They did a full treatment. Forced him into the shower and made him soak in a tub of scented soaps and bath additions as they cleaned his house. Once they were done they had picked out a clean outfit for him before working on his face. They shaved his stubble, cleaned up his cut, put some eye cream on his bags, gave him some breath spray and changed out a few of his piercings. The full treatment. And when they showed Bakugou the new old him, he couldn’t deny he felt a little better. At least, before they stepped into his room again and he saw a few pictures of you. That’s when the slump in his shoulder returned.

Seeing this, his friends were quick to take him out of the house and head to Hiro’s. Walking in, they sat at the bar, ordered some food and a few drinks, and did whatever they could to keep Bakugou’s mind off of you. And for most of the night, it worked! Bakugou was laughing again, smiling, being his old self. But that’s when Denki decided to risk it.

“We doing shots or what?” The electric blonde asked. Kirishima gave him a look as he spoke.

“Uh, let’s go light on the liquor tonight. We don’t need shots to have a good time, right?” Kirishima said. Bakugou looked at him and chuckled.

“It’s nice of you to look out for me, Shitty hair, but I got this. Trust me.” Bakugou said with a small smile.

“I don’t know, man.” Kirishima said with a pout.

“Don’t be a pussy, Kirishima.” Kaminari smirked. That’s when all of Kiri’s friends, even Bakugou, began to egg him on. Of course, he gave in. Why not? What’s the worst that could happen? Bakugou gets drunk? He’s already been drunk before, nothing too crazy could happen, right?

Wrong. Shots were being downed and the 4 friends were losing themselves. The music was blasting, the lights were blinding, and the friends were…everywhere! Kirishima was probably puking his guts out in the bathroom, Sero and Kaminari were drunk on the dance floor, leaving Bakugou drunk at the bar by himself. Bad idea. The poor blonde was looking at his phone going through pictures of you and him together. He already missed you like crazy when he was sober, now that he’s drunk, that missing has hit full throttle. And then he caught the eye of a snake.

She walked up to the pro-hero with full confidence as she took a seat next to him. “Dynamight.”

Bakugou looked up from his phone with a scowl and blush from the alcohol. “Do I fucking know you?”

“No but-“

“Then get lost.” He said and downed another sip of his whiskey. The woman smirked at his crude behavior.

“Feisty. I like that about you, you know. Always playing hard to get.” She said with a seductive tone.

“I’m not playing hard to get, I’m playing impossible to get because I’m married,” he said and showed his wedding ring. “Happily.”

“You don’t seem too happy right now mister hero. My name’s Leiko..and if you want..I could help take away your troubles.” She offered with a smile as she leaned forward, making sure to expose a little more cleavage than necessary.

“My wife is better than just some quick fuck, so no thanks.” Bakugou said, still not taking his eyes off her, trying to scare her away with a glare that unfortunately she only smirked at.

“Who said I was trying to fuck? Why don’t you talk to me? Vent. Rant. It won’t get your mind off of your wife but it will help clear your head.” She said.

“And why the hell do you think I’m having issues with my wife?!” He asked with a tense voice.

“I walked over here and you were staring down at pictures of her on your phone. Miss H/N is beautiful. You’re a very lucky man.” Leiko said, playing the role of a snake perfectly.

“…I am..” Bakugou agreed before swallowing a gulp. “I’m Uh…I’m not having issues with her or anything. And we’re not fighting either. She’s just..been in the hospital recovering from a battle..I just miss her…”

He didn’t know whether it was the alcohol or if Leiko was just that good at pretending to be nice or both, but for whatever reason she made it easy to clear his mind. She listened well, never putting any input in. She let him speak freely and only spoke up when he looked at her in expectance to. In the moment..she was being a good friend. She allowed him to vent all he wanted about you, about how much he missed you and loves you. And by the end of the night, Katsuki could feel his chest feel a little lighter.

They didn’t sleep together but Leiko left an impression on his drunk self for sure. Maybe even him as a person. He’d remember her as ‘that one nice lady from the club.’ But that was until a few days later when she reached out to him on social media. Leiko was a perfect snake. Knowing exactly what she wanted and exactly how to get it. They spoke for some time online, casual conversations. Most times, it was Leiko asking about you and if you were okay. This went on for some time until their conversations changed. Leiko casually threw in a little flirt every now and then, Katsuki saw and held no reply for it, but didn’t stop her from doing so. Leiko seemed like a good friend. A good way to air out his emotions and issues. So despite her pushy and flirtatious nature, he kept her around. Solely as a friend.

Soon enough, Leiko offered to meet in person once more. At the same club they first met in. ‘Why not?’ Katsuki thought. He had nothing else to do. And so he went. Then he went again. And again. And again. The two became ‘friends’ and Katsuki even brought her back into your shared home where they shared even more drinks. Eventually, the use of marijuana came into play and now the two were cross faded. At least one of them was. Leiko was smart and sneaky. She took less drinks, didn’t inhale the smoke, and basically remained sober. She was in complete control, unlike the blonde hero who sat on the couch beside her. He was now upset and hurt as he thought about you.

“I-..I just miss her so damn much..it fucking hurts at this point.” He said with a whimper in his voice. Being so vulnerable, Leiko took her chance and slid in.

“Well..there’s always one way to take your mind off of harsh things like this.” She softly said with a hand in his lap. She leaned in and Bakugou made no move to stop her and allowed her to continue. She pressed his lips against his and despite it not being reciprocated the first time, she still pushed with it. Katsuki didn’t enjoy it all that much or at all. It was different, it was new, it wasn’t you. It didn’t feel like home. Her lips weren’t soft, they weren’t as plump, they didn’t have the same sweet and addicting taste you did but in a way..Katsuki felt it was what he needed. Her kiss wasn’t like yours. In fact, it was the complete opposite and he hated it. But it didn’t resemble you. When Leiko kissed him, it didn’t remind him of you, and that’s what he thought he needed. So despite not liking the kiss, when she pulled away, he pulled her back. Eventually the kiss grew more intense until it was brought to the bedroom where their night continued in a more sinful manner.

That morning, Katsuki made Leiko leave, angered at what she tricked him into and ashamed of his betrayal. How could he do that to you?! His love of over a decade! When Leiko was gone, Katsuki allowed himself to break down his walls and cry. He cried so hard that morning, more than he’s ever cried before. That morning made him realize his third regret.

Leiko and Katsuki never spoke again..until some days later when Katsuki allowed himself to become extremely drunk once more. He fell into his obsessive thoughts of you and felt the pain come again. Wanting to erase the hurt, he reached out to Leiko and asked her to come over and distract him again. He needed to feel something that wasn’t you. And so Leiko happily went over that night. And a few more nights because Katsuki felt the pain again for a few more nights. As Leiko kept going, she noticed the house loss more and more touches of you. Katsuki flipped his pictures of you in his bedroom so that they wouldn’t see his nights of betrayal and he moved his clothes out of your shared closet so he wouldn’t be reminded and hit with your addicting scent that lingered on your clothes. Leiko smiled, feeling like a victor as Katsuki slept beside her in your bed on your side. The two would have quite a surprise in the morning.

—

Katsuki was awake and was still feeling the shame. He didn’t like sleeping around with Leiko but he liked the way it distracted him from his painful thoughts of you. Every morning after a night spent with her was the same. The two would wake up, she would put on one of his shirts despite his protests and get ready in his bathroom as he sat in the living room downstairs. But this morning had a little surprise twist.

As Katsuki sat in the living room with his head down, the doorbell rung. Growling in annoyance at one of his friends’ presence, he reluctantly went to open the door with a sour mood. “WHAT?!”

“Umm, excuse me. Who the fuck do you think you are talking to your wife like that?” You asked with attitude. As Katsuki adjusted his eyes to the light and his ears caught the sound of his favorite song, his eyes widened and his smile rose.

“Y-Y/N?” He asked in complete shock. He saw you alive, healthy, smiling, looking naturally beautiful right in front of him.

“Missed me, Suki?” You asked with a giggle. Bakugou pushed the door open to pull you in for the tightest hug as he lifted you off the ground.

“YOU’RE BACK!” He cried out. He held you tight and shut the door with his foot as he dropped onto the couch with you on top of him. He held you close to him as he cried into your neck. “You’re really back! Fuck- I missed you so much Y/N! I fucking love you- I’ve been a mess without you..shit!”

His tears were everlasting as they fell from his ruby eyes that you missed so much. You smiled as you wiped them away with your thumbs and the soft touch he’s craved and missed so much. You pecked his nose to calm him down as you allowed your hands to get lost in his blonde hair. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m here, Suki. I’m back.”

Katsuki still held tears in his eyes and was shaking in happiness as you remained oh so close, giving him the warmth he needed after so many months. “Tell me you love me, Y/N.”

“I love you Bakugou Katsuki.” You happily said. Your husband teared up once more, so happy he was able to hear those words from you again, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. A kiss that brought him back to life. He took in your scent and the way you tasted illegally sweet. He let his hands roam your body in a loving way until they found way into your soft H/C locks, trying to bring your head closer to his despite your lips already being in contact. You pulled away with him chasing after your lips, needing to push him back a little to allow yourself to breath. “Relax Suki.”

He scoffed at that. “Relax? I just got you back, you’re not calling the shots today princess, that’s all me.”

You both have a little laugh as you tucked in to cuddle for a small time. He missed this. This is what he needed. This is what he’s been dying for. To have you back in his arms, alive, healthy, and present. He needed this for so long and now that he has it, he feels whole again. After spending some cuddle minutes on the couch, you rose up in need for a glass of water. As you tried to walk away, Katsuki tugged on your arm to try and bring you back to him, only to have you calm him down. “I’m just getting some water, Suki.”

He reluctantly let you go, allowing himself to smile like an idiot, glad to be around you again. As you searched for a glass in the cabin, that’s when Bakugou detected the sound of someone turning the shower off. And that’s when his eyes popped. His betrayal to you. The multiple times he betrayed your love and literal proof of it standing in his shared home with you. That’s when he began to silently panic. You were gonna find out. You were gonna find out he had been acting like a sleeze behind your back and you were gonna be pissed. Heartbroken. Downright furious and you had every right to be, but Katsuki wouldn’t allow it. He knew once you found out, you would leave again. But you can’t leave! He just got you back! You’re not allowed to leave when you finally came back to him. He’s finally happy again because you’re back! You can’t leave now!

“Hey, Baby, don’t you wanna see your friends?” Katsuki asked as he walked over to you. You had finished your glass and placed it down on the island when your husband came over asking an absurd question.

“Suki, they were all there when I left the hospital. They were the ones who bought me these new clothes. Aren’t they cute?” You asked with the smile he loved oh so much.

“Uh- yeah, yeah they look amazing on you Teddy Bear. Umm..if they were all with you, why didn’t they tell me you were coming back home?” He asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck and his went right to home on your waist.

“I wanted to surprise you!” You giggled. “How’d I do?”

“Really fucking good, you little dumbass. But why don’t we get some fresh air? Yeah?” He said as he tried pulling you to the door.

“What why? I was just out there.” You said as you stopped in your tracks. “Besides, I heard you didn’t visit me much in the hospital ya’ big meanie. I wanna spend as much time with you as I can.”

“I was gone because I couldn’t stand to see you like that, baby.” He said with a whimper.

“Yeah I figured. Which is why I’m not too mad, but you still gotta make it up to me with cuddles, so let’s go!” You said and tried pulling him in the direction of your bedroom but he planted his feet into the ground.

“We can still spend time together outside the house, Teddy Bear,” Katsuki said enthusiastically, trying to keep you away from the room that for sure reeked of sex and held scattered clothes of his own and another woman’s.

“But I want to spend time at home with you,” you pouted. Bakugou felt his heart melt at the cute face you pulled and brought you closer to him.

“I know, I wanna spend time with you too but I’ve been in the house for so long, I think I need to get out of here.” The blonde said while being aware and on the lookout for Leiko.

“Well I’ve been out of the house for so long and I know I need to be in it. Besides, as your previously injured wife, what I say goes.” You said with sass and a smile. Katsuki laughed, loving your little attitude but still worried of what you may find out.

“Baby please, can we just go?” He begged as he held your soft hands in his.

“Why are you so adamant on leaving, Suki?” You asked

“That’s because he doesn’t want you to find out about me.”

Your body jumped at the sound of a new voice and you looked at Katsuki’s face, noticing it scrunching in fear, before you turned around to find another woman wearing nothing but Katsuki’s shirt. The same shirt you’ve worn a thousand times over. You could feel your heart clenching in pain but you stood your ground no less.

“Who are you?” You asked as you dropped your hands from your husband’s. You heard his little whine at the loss of your touch as he reached out to hold into your arm but you gently pushed him off.

“Y/N-“

“Oh come on, H/N. Don’t be in denial. I bet you already have an exact idea on who I am.” Leiko said with a smirk as she looked at you. You turned to your husband with raised brows and a face of anger as you glared at him. You looked back at her and bit your lip before smiling.

“Were you in it for the long haul?” You asked Leiko, wondering if she really wanted Katsuki or if she was just getting pleasure out of this.

“Definitely not. I just came for a quick fuck every now and then. Wanted to get a feel of what it was like getting dicked down by a big shot pro-hero.” She said casually.

“Did you know he was married?” You asked.

“Yeah but he didn’t seem to care so neither did I.” She said. This made your blood boil a bit and you wanted to cry so damn bad, but you refused to allow your whore of a husband and this stranger to see you break. You huffed before smiling again.

“You can take your leave now.” You kindly said. Leiko looked at you in confusion.

“You’re not mad?” She asked. Katsuki had the same thought running through his mind as his heart raced at this conversation happening right here right now.

“Oh I’m furious. But am I really supposed to be mad at some stranger who’s content with being a home wrecker? ‘Cuz I feel like most of my anger should be directed to the man-whore behind me.” You said, never looking Katsuki’s way.

“Y/N, please-“

“I’m not speaking to you yet.” You said calmly, still not looking at him. You didn’t have to turn around to know there were tears in your husband’s eyes. Leiko smiled before standing a little taller.

“Well then, I’ll be taking my leave,” she said and took off the big shirt and throwing it onto the couch, leaving herself in her underwear. “Am I expected to be back for another visit?”

“You can come back as many times as Katsuki asks. As far as I’m concerned, he’s a single man again.” You said with a laugh.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Katsuki asked with a break in his voice. Leiko laughed too before nodding and walking back to the bedroom and gathering her things. You walked silently to sit on the couch with Katsuki following you. “Y/N, what the fuck do you mean I’m single. I’m still your husband!”

You remained silent as you looked at him with a sarcastic smile. You said nothing as you waited for Leiko to return. “Say something!”

Finally, Leiko walked down the stairs, fully dressed, and looked to you before taking her leave. You smiled at her before speaking. “So..I don’t want him anymore. Do you?”

“No I’m good. Anybody’s good for a fuck but I don’t date cheaters.” Leiko said with her hand on the knob.

“I’m not a fucking cheater!” Katsuki shouted at her as he had tears dripping down his face. She gave him a dry laugh before opening the door.

“Take a look around Bakugou. You’re not a cheater?” She asked before walking out and shutting the door, leaving the two of you in the broken home. Silence passed and all that could be heard was Katsuki’s shaky breath. You then stood up, gaining his attention, and tried walking to your bedroom before Katsuki stopped you by holding onto your arm. Tight.

“Where the fuck are you going, Y/N?” He asked as he cried angrily. You tried to shake him off of you to no avail.

“I’m leaving you fucking idiot. If you haven’t noticed, you cheated. You were disloyal. You allowed some stranger into our home, into our bed, just to get your dick wet.” You said with an angry but calm tone.

“She wasn’t a stranger.” Bakugou said trying to defend himself. You laughed and stepped to face him.

“Oh really? Tell me one damn thing you know about her.” You asked. As Katsuki thought about it..he really didn’t know anything about her. Fuck- he didn’t even know her family name. All he knew was that her name was Leiko. They were speaking for a month and in that entire month, Katsuki only ever talked about himself. She never gave up any information about herself. All she wanted to do was get to know Katsuki and get in his pants. She really was a stranger and he just tossed away his entire relationship for some whore. His silence gave you your answer. “That’s what I thought.”

You tried walking away again before he ran to stand in front of you. “Y/N! Please! Just listen, okay? I was depressed because you were gone!”

“And that’s your excuse for cheating on me?!” You shouted.

“No! But- but it hurt me to even think about you in that hospital bed! I couldn’t even face you without feeling like I was dying! And then that fucking snake came and she distracted me and kept my thoughts away from you. She kept the pain away. I know that that’s not excuse for what I did but please try to understand why I did it!” He begged as he cried.

“I will never understand! Because I could never do what you did! If you were in the hospital, close to death, I would’ve been by your side every second of every day! Yes I would’ve felt all the pain and depression you did but I wouldn’t want to distract myself from it! Because at least then I would be thinking about you, and worrying about you, and caring about you, and loving you because you’re my husband Katsuki! I wouldn’t ever want to not think about you!” You shouted in anger and hurt as you allowed a few tears to fall. This urged Katsuki to cup your face in his hands and wipe away your tears.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Please, can we just move pass this? Please.” He said softly as he pressed his forehead to your own before you shoved him off.

“Get away from me!” You shouted, breaking his heart as he stumbled back. “After everything we’ve been through, you go and do this to me?! AFTER EVERYTHING?!”

“IM SORRY! PLEASE! I CAN’T TAKE BACK WHAT I DID BUT YOU HAVE TO FORGIVE ME!” He shouted back.

“WHO THE FUCK SAYS I HAVE TO FORGIVE YOU, BAKUGOU?!” You said, emphasizing the use of his family name. The name that you also held.

“Don’t call me that, baby, please.” He whimpered.

“DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT BAKUGOU! WE’RE DONE!” You shouted and walked away to your room with him following you. He kept spewing apologies up until you opened the bedroom door. It was a horrible mess and the stench of sex filled the air. You covered your mouth and nose as tears pricked your eyes before walking in to open your closet, disappointed as you noticed all the pictures of you two were flipped to be hidden. When you opened the doors, you didn’t find your clothes. “Where the fuck is my stuff, Bakugou.”

“I’m not telling you because you’re not leaving me, Y/N!” He said as he tried to hug you from behind before you pushed him off again.

“I’m not staying here! Tell me where my stuff is so I can leave!” You demanded.

“Like hell I will! We haven’t even had a full talk about this! You can’t just leave!” He said. You watched as tears fell down his face which only made you even more angry. He was crying? He did this! This is all his fault! How can he be the one upset?! “Y/N please, I’ll get on my fucking knees and beg you to stay if it’s what it takes but you can’t go! We’ve been together for 13 years! 13! Even before UA-“

“And you threw all that away when you decided to sleep with someone else.” You said calmly. You walked out of the room in search for your clothes as he followed and continued to speak with sobs breaking apart his sentences.

“Y/N please! I- I can fix this! You don’t have to go! You can stay and we can be happy, just like we’ve always been! Just like we were a few minutes ago before that bitch walked in and ruined everything!” He cried making you turn around in a snap.

“She didn’t ruin anything Katsuki. When you allowed her to come into your life and into our home, that’s when you fucked up. You did this to us. You ruined everything.” You said before continuing your search.

“T-Tell me what you want Y/N! I’ll make it happen! I’ll do anything- I’ll give you the fucking world! As long as you stay!” He begged. You approached the guest room in silence and Bakugou grew frantic as he blocked you from going in. “Please- don’t.”

“All my stuff is in there, isn’t it?” You asked, already knowing the answer and only having it confirmed when he remained silent. “Get out of my way.”

Bakugou shook his head as he kept the door block as you tried to pry your way through. Growing frustrated, you used a small amount of your quirk to blast him through the door, having him groan in pain as he hit the floor and watched you find your clothes in the guest room closet. You began packing your things and Bakugou was quick to stand and take everything you put in your bag out. “Stop it!”

“No! You’re staying with me! You’re not leaving me Y/N- I won’t lose you again!” He said as he tossed your bag across the room. You watched it go and stood in disbelief at his childish antics.

“Heh, you know what? Whatever, keep all the clothes. Maybe you’ll gift it to the next girl you decide to bring back here.” You said with attitude.

“I’m not bringing anybody else through those doors! I ONLY WANT YOU Y/N!” He shouted.

“Doubtful. Keep it, burn it, regift it, I don’t care. With my salary I can buy myself a new wardrobe and a new apartment. Far. Away. From you.” You said and walked out of the room. As you tried to exit the house, Katsuki pulled you back into his arms as you struggled in his grip with your face smushed against his chest.

“Please! Please tell me what you want! I’ll do anything! I’ll buy you anything! We’ll do whatever you want- Y/N I’ll even quit my job! Just please don’t go! Please forgive me!” He cried before you harshly pushed him off to reveal your sobbing face.

“I WANT TO LEAVE! BECAUSE I DONT WANT THIS ANYMORE KATSUKI!” You shouted before wiping your eyes and bringing your voice down. “I wanted my husband there with me at the hospital! I wanted him to be the first face that I saw when I woke up! But you couldn’t even give me that! Instead, you were in our home in our bed with some random person you found wherever having sex with her despite the fact that you’re a married man! …I was in a fucking hospital fighting for my life and my husband was too busy cheating on me, trying not to think about me…..I want to leave Katsuki.”

“….I can’t let you do that Y/N…I’m sorry. But I can’t do this without you.” He cried as you listed all his shortcomings. “I’ll give you whatever-“

“I don’t want material things!” You shouted in exhaustion. “I wanted your loyalty and love!”

“And you have that!”

“We wouldn’t be in this situation if I did!” You said. “I’m leaving, Katsuki. And not you or anybody else in this fucking world is going to stop me. If you try and trap me here I will break down these walls myself and get out. If you force me to stay I will do whatever it takes to get away from you. I’m not staying with you. So we’re done. And we’re getting a divorce, whether you like it or not.”

As you walked to the door you could hear his heart breaking cries as you opened the exit. “Y/N please. I don’t want this, I waited months for you to come home to me…I need you.”

“When are you gonna realize Katsuki? This is your fault. You did this to us.”

And with that, you shut the door on the house, the home, the relationship, and him. And it was all his fault.

A/N: Y’all ima be writing a part 2 for this so stay tuned

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Too Close - Bucky Barnes

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𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 - 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 - 2.4𝘬

(𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 @𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘦77/𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘰7)

𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘺/𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯)

Sweat dripped down your forehead as you sprinted through the compound, a growl leaving your lips when the super soldier sped past you. There was nobody on this planet you hated more than Bucky Barnes, and he could say the same about you.

“Will you hurry the fuck up?” He spat in your direction, elbowing a guard out of his way. The urge to shoot the ex assassin emerged, and you had to lower your gun just to stop yourself.

Believe it or not, you actually used to be friends. Laughing, joking and deep conversations were part of your norm. But one day, it just changed, for him anyway. He couldn’t stand to be within 5 feet of you. So, you wordlessly agreed to keep your distance, and the team understood that. All apart from Tony, who believed that you just needed ‘bonding time’. Not that you’d call killing half a crime organisation a good team building activity.

“Shut up and let me do my job, Barnes.” You grunted, shoving past him to get into the records room. With a scoff, he followed you in and started glancing around the room. The tension in the air was getting thicker by the second, and you wasted no time in accessing the files you needed from the database. Your eyes flicked to the ex assassin, and a small pang shot through your heart. Part of you missed him, the way he made you feel. He was the first and only person you’d ever loved, not that he knew that.

A shallow beeping sound gained your attention, making you furrow your eyebrows and turn to Bucky. He looked around the room before facing you with a shrug. You opened your mouth to say something, but the door got kicked open, revealing three more enemies.

Before you could grab your weapon, a gunshot bounced around the room. Ringing filled your ears, and you couldn’t focus on anything happening around you. It was like you were underwater. You couldn’t even scream when a sharp pain ripped through your stomach.

Grunts and screams echoed off the walls while Bucky took care of the men. Once they were down, he turned around to chew you out for not helping. But he stopped in his tracks when he noticed the growing blood stain on your abdomen. Panic flowed through his veins as he examined you, eyes glassy and hands covered in your blood. The part of him that still cared for you, still loved you, wanted to reach out and hold you in his arms.

“No, no, no fuck, Y/N. We need to g-”

The beeping sound from earlier got louder and distracted his thoughts. His brows furrowed in thought, and eyes widened when he worked out what it was. Without thinking, he lunged forward, forcing you to the floor and shielding your body with his as the bomb went off. Pained grunts fell from his lips as bricks dropped on his back and glass pierced his skin. As soon as it was over, his eyes ran over your body frantically while he found your pulse, letting out a relieved sigh at your steadily beating heart.

Small whimpers escaped your throat as you came round, and you tried to push yourself up, but the intense pain that travelled through your body made you flop back down.

“Don’t move.” Bucky warned, standing up and scanning the room. “Shit, we’re blocked in.”

His metal hand ran over his face in frustration and he stomped over to the doorway, attempting to move the debris that trapped you in. Explicative’s were the only sounds leaving his mouth, and even in your current state you found a way to roll your eyes at him. Ignoring his demands, you dragged yourself up off of the floor. After wobbling on your feet for a second, you made your way over to the ex assassin, who was now muttering into his earpiece.

“20 minutes?! She’s been shot, Steve! - Fine, yes, I know.”

Hearing your pained whimpers, he spun around with a look of disbelief. Of course you wouldn’t listen and stay down. You leaned back against some of the more stable rubble and hesitantly looked down at the wound. It was serious, and bleeding out quicker than you’d have liked.

“Well, dying trapped in an enemy compound with you wasn’t how I saw myself going. No offence.” You chuckled, but you both knew it was humourless.

Something snapped in him, and he shook his head in thought. He couldn’t let you die, not now, never. There were too many unspoken words, apologies, and confessions he had to make first. Pushing you away was the most stupid, hardest decision he ever made, and he has never regretted it more than he did while you stood there dying.

He pulled his shirt over his head, much to your confusion, before rushing over to you.

“You’re not dying here.” He stated, fingers hovering over the zip of your suit. “Can I?”

You slowly nodded, observing the shirtless man as he removed the top half of your suit. A hiss escaped your lips when his finger brushed over the wound, making him mutter apologies. Nausea hit as soon as you saw it, and you turned your head in the opposite direction to keep your breakfast down. Bucky winced at the sight and firmly pressed his shirt onto your stomach. Your blood soaked his hand, and he was sure this image would be the source of his nightmares for a long time. Especially if he couldn’t save you.

Out of nowhere, you started laughing. Maybe it was because of the situation, or maybe it was because of blood loss, but you couldn’t stop. He raised his eyebrow at you, confusion written all over his face.

“Just never thought you’d be the last person to see me shirtless, Barnes.” You sighed, dizziness making you stumble to your side. His arm automatically snaked around your waist, dragging you into his chest to keep you steady. Silence filled the room again, and you rested your head against his shoulder, not caring about petty arguments anymore. You just wanted him to hold you. The urge to close your eyes was beating you, so you did, leaving Bucky to bear the full weight of your body.

With uneven breaths, he lowered you back onto the ground, shaking your arms gently.

“Hey, Y/N. You need to open your eyes for me, okay?” He paused, placing his fingers back on your pulse. “Please, open your eyes.”

The rhythm of your heart was slowing, and he knew you didn’t have long. Hovering over you, he brushed the stray strands of hair out of your face. Your slightly parted lips left light breaths over his face while your skin paled. But even near death, you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

A small gasp left your throat as your eyes fluttered open, landing on Bucky’s panic stricken ones. He let out a relieved sigh, and lifted his bloodstained hand to check on the wound.

“Bucky.” You croaked out. “I don’t think I actually hate you… that much.”

He let out a chuckle, trying to hide his worry as he watched the life leave your eyes.

“I don’t hate you that much, either. Just stay awake, okay?” He almost begged.

Watching you slowly slip away broke his heart. It was killing him that he couldn’t do anything more than try to stop the bleeding and just be there. You were now in and out of conciousness, barely able to say a word before being dragged away again. Time wasn’t on your side, Bucky knew this. He would never forgive The Avengers for not coming sooner, or himself for not saving you. If you had just been with Steve, or Wanda, or anyone but him, you wouldn’t be slipping away from life underneath him.

Feeling your drifting pulse was the only thing keeping him calm, and further relief washed over his body when he heard his teammates on the other side of the rubble. Tony quickly blasted through the worst of it, knowing there was no time to waste. None of them knew what to expect when they arrived, but it definitely wasn’t Bucky crying over your almost dead body, covered in your blood while he begged you to keep fighting. His desperate cries were the only sound in the room, and the sound broke Steve’s heart.

He crouched down and hesitantly reached out to you, but a bloodied hand shot out, almost crushing his wrist. A crazed look swirled in Bucky’s eyes as he glared at his best friend.

“Don’t fucking touch her.” He growled.

The next time you regained consciousness, you were being held against someone’s chest while they sprinted. A low groan escaped your throat at the jolting movements.

“Stay with me.. you’ve got this, just don’t - don’t leave me. Not yet.”

In your drunk like state, you rested your blood smeared hand on his cheek. Tears pricked at his eyes as he felt your palm slip down his body, spurring him to run faster.

Blinding lights flooded your eyes as you awoke, and you instinctively squeezed them shut while you tried to work out where you were. All you could remember was being shot, and a bomb going off. Everything else was like a weird hallucination that involved Bucky being way too nice to you.

You let out a groan as you tried to sit up, but a hand quickly squeezed yours, halting your movements. Your eyes shot open again, and you glanced down to see metal fingers intertwined with yours.

“Your awake.” Bucky croaked out. Dark purple bags sat under his eyes, and if you didn’t know better, you’d say he’d been crying. It took him a minute, but he suddenly jumped up in realisation.

“Fuck, you’re awake! Do you need anything? Should I get a nurse? I should get a n-”

You cut him off by raising your hand, wincing as you attempted to shift.

“I need you to shut up.” You joked, and his shoulders relaxed at you being your normal self. “Just help me sit up and tell me how the fuck I’m still alive before they use me as a pincushion, yeah?”

He let out a breathy chuckle and gently pulled you up, adjusting the multiple tubes coming out of your body before sitting back down. Leaning back, he propped his arm on the rest as his fingers tapped the wood.

“You died, twice.” He stated and turned his head so you wouldn’t see the tears forming in his eyes. “The second time was during surgery, and the first was - fuck - the first was in my arms on the jet. Tony brought you back for long enough to get you here… but it was close, Y/N. Too close.”

Hesitantly, he enclosed your hand in his again and let out a deep breath while you tried to process everything.

You raised your eyebrow. “I was still in your arms in the quinjet, huh?”

A chuckle came from the doorway, and both your heads shot up to Sam and Steve, who were carrying half the gift shop in their arms. They strolled in, dropping most of the stuff on the spare chair.

“You were in his arms until the surgeon took you away, and he completely lost his shit when you died, like screaming, cryi-”

“That’s enough, Sam.” Bucky growled, refusing to meet your confused gaze. Instinctively, you squeezed his hand with a small smile and he reluctantly returned it. The two other Avengers watched you both in disbelief. It was only three days ago that you were having a screaming match in the kitchen about being partnered up, now you were smiling at each other and holding hands.

If you were being honest, this whole situation was confusing and surprising to you, too. You felt no hatred towards the ex Hydra assassin anymore, and thinking about it, you were sure you never did. It was just unreciprocated love that you allowed to turn ugly. But now, something had changed between you two. You just didn’t know what it was.

The two Avengers left after a couple of hours so you could rest, but Bucky stayed firmly on the chair. Fatigue was consuming him, from his dark bags to the yawns he was letting out every few minutes.

You sighed, “When was the last time you slept in a bed, Buck?”

Hearing his old nickname brought a smile to his lips, and he shrugged, sitting up straight to keep himself awake.

“The night before the mission.” He stated, stifling another yawn as you watched him in disbelief. “So, three days ago.”

“Have you even left this room in three days?” You asked gently while rubbing a thumb over his knuckles. He just shook his head at you, keeping his eyes trained down at your joined hands. This felt normal, like how it used to be. He wanted it back, wanted you back.

A frown took over your face. “Why?”

Letting out a long exhale, he rose from his chair and crouched down next to you. His fingers played with yours, and he slowly looked up to connect your eyes.

“Because you died. I felt you die, Y/N. Your heart just stopped while you were against my chest. The light faded from your eyes and it killed a part of me when it did.” He started, studying your shocked reaction before continuing. “I never hated you, quite the opposite, actually. I loved you so much that it hurt. That’s why I pushed you away, to get over you. Then you bled out in front of me… you died in my arms and it made me realise that I am completely in love with you.”

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you grabbed his face. Your eyes searched his, and all you found was love and regret. A small smile played on your lips, and ignoring your body’s protests, you inched your face closer to his.

“I loved you then, and I love you now, Bucky.” You murmured, lips brushing against his as you spoke.

Running his thumb over your jaw, he gently pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. You fit together like the perfect piece of a puzzle, and you didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss. It was perfect, intoxicating, and you wanted more. Grabbing his collar, you pulled him closer, making him stumble slightly. The action made him pull away and rest his forehead against yours, his blue eyes boring into yours.

And just like that, your heart was his and his was finally yours.

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hey hey! could you possibly do just some random headcanons for klee , qiqi , and diona with the reader as a older sister/brother? if so then thanks!

omg yes of course. Klee banner rerun when so I can complete the family?

Pairings; (Platonic, Separate) Klee, Qiqi, and Diona x reader

Warning(s); cute sibling shit be warned, alcohol mention on diona’s

Keep reading under the cut!

Klee

Being an elder sibling to Klee definitely is a task to behold, especially since your mother isn’t here and your sister had been joint entrusted to you and the knights of Favonius

The best way for the knights to describe you is a ‘pain in the ass’ at least severity and a ‘instigator of chaos’ at worse. How are you supposed to say no to your cute baby sister?

Whenever Klee is in confinement you’ll always find a way to sneak in with a few snacks and some toys. The two of you can sit in that room for hours playing with the model horses

Sometimes when Klee is upset she’ll do practically anything to find you, which isn’t limited to breaking out of the knights headquarters and roaming town just to latch onto you

You’ll pick her up without much word and ask her questions as you go about your chores for the day

While both you and Klee had been granted visions you can’t help but pale in comparison to your younger siblings antics. The only way of showing yourself these days is wrapping Klee’s bombs in the power of your vision so they don’t hurt anyone

On days you’re tasked with looking after Klee you’ll often find yourselves somewhere deep in Mondstat causing general trouble for camps of hilichurls and the odd ruin guard

Full of childish wonder Klee loves to run headfirst into fights often with no regard of either of your lives.

In all fairness she’s a kid and you really don’t want to ruin her childish wonder with harsh reality's of death and major injury

About once a week Klee will ask you to make an extra meal for a picnic and the two of your make a trip to the camp at the foot of Dragonspine peak

Klee loves dropping in on the alchemist as much as she loves dropping in on you. And you’re pretty sure you see Albedo’s eyes light up when he sees Klee

Klee loves trying to help you cook, like most kids do, you’ll get her to wear her cute lil apron and you’ll give her something messy to do with her hands. 

She’ll ask to help when you’re making bread so, unless the bread is a gift to someone, you’ll give her enough dough to make a roll and after its baked she’ll happily eat the roll for lunch. Jean tells you that she’ll come into her office telling her all about how Klee had made the bread

You swear you can feel your heart skip a beat. How is your baby sister allowed to be so adorable?

Qiqi

While you truly weren’t the one who found Qiqi, it was Baizhu who came into the pharmacy one day with a small child in his arms

After much quizzing along the lines of ‘Did you just kidnap a child!?’ ‘Put that child back where it came from, or so help me’ Baizhu just explains how he found Qiqi. A zombie!? That’s possible!?

Being a ever present figure in Qiqi’s life she doesn’t ever forget you, you love to see her little eyes widen in delight when she sees you 

You’re always more than happy to accompany her on her trips to find herbs, it’s almost scary how Qiqi seems to know the location of every Liyue native plant and ore. 

Sometimes the two of you will sit on the roof of Bubu Pharmacy and watch the finches fly about 

Sometimes you’ll find Qiqi getting upset about how she can’t reach or do something that she had given orders to herself to do. So, if you can pick her up and let her get the item, or if you both can’t get it you’ll say the command words “I love you most” which make her previous orders nul and void

Qiqi tries her best to remember as many thing about you as she can, she truly loves you and often thanks the archons for giving her such a great sibling

When Qiqi introduces you as her sibling it makes your heart weep. You love that kid so much that seeing her call you anything close to family can, and has, made you cry

Although Qiqi does technically live with Baizhu she often spends most nights with you, opting to the nice bed you have set up for her and an hour or so of fairy tales to tell her

If you wake up after Qiqi in the mornings you’ll often find her snuggled between your arms, while she may dislike the heat greatly Qiqi cannot help but feel protected when she sleeps in your arms

Sometimes you’ll also join Qiqi while she’s exercising around Liyue Harbour. You can’t help but feel like a proud mama whenever you see her going about her daily chores and activities

Diona

Not long after Diona left for Mondstat you had decided to follow. While your father may have been distraught at your sisters departure he is in fact a grown man, and you refuse to leave your little sister alone, no matter how safe the streets of Mondstat are

You’re careful to not drink around your sister, you know how she feels towards your dad, and in all honesty you feel much of the same. But about once a week you like to meet up with friends and share a pint, or three. Diona often mentions it back handily the next day but she’s cute so she gets away with it

No matter how much Diona hates her job as a bartender you can’t argue with the fact that she makes the best mixes no matter how hard she tries not to, seeing her fume to you after another concoction of hers turned into a success is so funny to you

In all fairness your sister is very much independent, so much so it makes you wonder if you should have stayed with your dad. But on Diona’s days off she loves to walk about town with you perched on your shoulders as you go about the daily chores

As much as Diona refuses to see your father you often write him letters to see how he’s doing. While being an alcoholic was what drove you apart, you’re still concerned about his health. The last thing you want is the death of your father on your hands so close to the death of your mother

Diona doesn’t remember your mother much, but she can guess much. Driving your father to alcoholism upon her death must have meant she was a pillar for the family. The face you pull at the mention of your mother means she must have been a great one. Diona has never asked how she passed, she doesn’t think you or your father have the heart to tell her

While the two of you have moved out of Springvale indefinitely the weekly practice of hunting for the weeks meat is a tradition by no means dropped. The thrill of the hunt is exhilarating to the both of you and defiantly puts both your feline genes to the test

Sometimes if Diona has a particularly bad nightmare she’ll wake you up, no matter the time of the night, just so she can sit with you and get her mind of the nightmare. And when your sister falls asleep in your arms? Well you’ve got to put her back to bed. What a cutie

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[19.06] mafia!hongjoong × reader

⇀ you were interested in hongjoong, a notorious leader of a very successful mafia organization. sadly he didn't see you that way. if only he knew the true you before making a rash judgement

⇁ tw : mafia life, angst, mentions of black market activities, death, violence, dark stuff. read at your own risk.

⇁ disclaimer : the author does not support any and all criminal/illegal acts. the narrative written in this story is purely fiction out of the author’s imagination. the things written here does not portray real mafia life nor is the author aware of how the mafia life is like. the author is a hermit loser.

The door to Hongjoong's office opened and in walked his right hand, with a teasing smirk on his face. Hongjoong looked up from the paperwork on his desk and looked up to the man with a raised eyebrow, "what are you smirking at?" he questioned.

Seonghwa nodded his head towards the door, "there's someone here for you," he said whilst holding onto his laughter. Hongjoong shifted his gaze from his friend to the door and then back to him again, "who?" "your girlfriend," Seonghwa teased.

Before Hongjoong could throw anything at him, though, Seonghwa had run off, laughing heartily.

Not long after, you came into his office with a wide smile. As per usual, you were dressed to impress, head to toe with a black and white vintage channel mini skirt and blazer, adorned with a channel necklace and earrings. As you walked in, Wooyoung, one of Hongjoong's trusted men, looked at your passing figure with mouth hanging low and a starstruck look on his face. But you didn't care, you only had eyes for Hongjoong.

It has been roughly five months since you started dropping into Hongjoong's office. Your dad, an equally highly successful head of the mafia from where you're from, wanted you to get married to expand his business and make more allies. He gave you several options but you were immediately intrigued by Hongjoong, one of the mafia heads he made a partnership with by providing him with weapons. The comprehensive file your dad gave you did Hongjoong no justice so you decided to get to know him for real.

Unluckily, Hongjoong is very secretive and protective of himself and his family (re: his brothers; his most trusted men in the mafia). He had been betrayed so many times before and his thirst for revenge both became his strength and downfall. While he managed to build a highly acclaimed mafia organization at such a young age, he closed off everyone who he deemed not worthy of his attention even after only seeing them for less than five minutes.

Sadly, that included you. You weren't the only one who got a comprehensive file on the other, he too had one of you. A straight-A student from Wharton with hobbies consisting of horseback riding and charity? He wondered whether you were preparing to take over your dad's mafia or to steal the Crown of England and be its ruler.

Hongjoong tried his best to hold in a groan of annoyance but even so, some still escaped him and you heard it. Though you were used to it so you just ignored him.

"Hi, Joong," you grinned widely at him, walking in and putting a medium-sized box of cake on his desk after closing his door. "Don't call me Joong," he grumbled.

In all honesty, your bubblegum personality sickened him. He knows for a fact that no one is that happy-go-lucky and excited and has rainbows shooting out of their asses 24/7. So there has to be something you were hiding from him.

You only chuckled at his response, "You're a sourpuss, you know that? You're gonna have wrinkles before you hit thirty if you keep frowning all the time like that," you said as you focused yourself on opening the cake box.

Inside it was the cake you made for him. All the times you visited him, you never made him something from scratch. You were trained to be the head of a mafia organization one day, not in the kitchen. So that cake was the very first thing you made and you were beyond proud of yourself.

"Look," Hongjoong exhaled sharply, starting to get annoyed even before you did anything, "You came at a bad time, I need to get a hundred thousand things done before tonight, in case you didn't realize, my organization is-" "in the brink of war with Stray Kids, I know, I've read the reports," you simply said, hands moving to cut the cake in front of you to hand to him.

"I have connections with the leader's soft spot, the foreigner one, I can make a deal that would help your case if you would jus-"

"NO!!!!" he yelled out, slamming his hands onto his desk, startling you so much that you accidentally dropped your knife and stepped back a little.

Maybe it was the stress of having to deal with things alone, or maybe it's just him finally snapping from overthinking about you, but one thing's for sure is that he had had enough. He needed to put you in your place.

"You may be your daddy's little princess back home, all dressed in white and pink and lace, showered with Channels, Tiffanys and your hoity-toity prestigious Wharton degree. But here, you're nothing, got me? You understood nothing about having to work your ass off to get the recognition and rewards you deserve, you had your daddy behind you this whole time and that's very convenient for you. But don't come here and act like you know shit, okay? Our worlds are different, you came from a cotton candy palace, I came from the ditch, your opinion means less than shit to me," he spat out so quickly, he didn't realize that your expression changed to something that he had never seen before.

Your eyes were blank and glazed, lips slightly quivering and chest heaving.

Hongjoong thought that he had really put you in your place and he was about to celebrate the fact that he might finally drove you away when you opened your mouth.

"Cotton candy palace? Not understanding having to work my ass off?" you choked out.

At first, Hongjoong thought you were gonna cry. But a sadistic, maniacal laugh resonated in the room from where you were doubled over, holding onto your stomach.

It was Hongjoong's turn to be stunned into silence.

"Oh my god, I thought you were smarter than that," you muttered as you calmed down, wiping tears from the corner of your eyes, "you think that this is who I am?" you asked with a raised eyebrow at him.

Hongjoong was confused about whether or not he should speak. It was the first time anyone had ever stunned Hongjoong and Hongjoong didn't know what to do.

"I was born from a girl who was en route to be sold in a human trafficking ring, I came out premature and was about to be sold to a satanic cult as their sacrifice but my 'dad' 'rescued' me. I was stored in a facility with thirty other children, we were trained to be assassins since before we could walk, brainwashed with ideals that ruined our brains. One by one, each year some of us were taken out if we show a lack of improvement or no promise," as you talked, you took off your earrings and necklace and put them on Hongjoong's desk.

While you ran a hand through your messy hair, you stared into him deeply, "I was seven when I first killed someone, my last competition. She was two years older than me and she was sold by her parents for coke money, or as the warden told us. We were reminded every day of how worthless we are so we wouldn't rebel and escape. But even in despair, I wanted something more. That's where daddy came in. He was impressed with me and he took me in as his daughter, telling people one of his whores were pregnant with me to assure my legitimacy. I was schooled in my own private red room. I had to fight for my right as a human being, I made deals with my dad to be able to go out with bodyguard escorts for only an hour every month,"

Hongjoong's eyes followed your hands that gripped onto the edge of your skirt, "did your little binder wrote that I went on my first official mission when I was just twelve? My dad cut the ballet lesson that I trade in for 120 hours of combat training short to gear me up, put me in a room of adult men and sent me off to plant an active bomb in 5 minutes in an air vent of the headquarters of his rival, crazy, right?" you chuckled humorlessly whilst ripping your skirt off to reveal your black shorts inside, a knife and a gun holstered on your thighs were revealed, making Hongjoond's eyes widened.

He never would have imagined someone like you to carry weapons under your very girly outfit. Or to even have such a traumatizing backstory.

"My whole appearance is compensation for my very dark upbringing, I wanted to hide it all. My dad told me I was stupid, that I belonged in the dark, dark world. But when I went to Wharton, I tried to change myself. I thought that I might be able to be the person I wanna be by marrying someone my dad approved so I don't have to take over wholly, I could just be the voice by the side, lending my skills and help the organization indirectly,"

You looked down at your heels clad feet for a second, letting your toes point and moving them from left to right to see what it looks like.

At this point, Hongjoong felt bad for having blown up at you. You had only wanted to spend time with him and even if he didn't want to see you, he could've said it nicely. Hongjoong never felt like this before, it was very weird for him.

He was about to walk over to you when you suddenly took your heels off in a flash and threw them both at Hongjoong so hard that it embedded deep into the wall on either side of his face.

Your usual smile was replaced with a frown, the eyes that usually twinkled showed nothing but darkness. He barely recognized you and he was on edge about it.

"You made your standing with me perfectly clear, Kim Hongjoong, while my dad is one to stop things before they become an issue, I like to see how things unravel," you smirked at him.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, not being able to process anything.

"It means that your partnership with my dad is off, good luck finding a new weapons supplier," you spat out before turning around to leave the room, leaving traces of yourself behind at his office.

Hongjoong wanted to call after you, try to make things better somehow. But his head still couldn't even wrap around the shocking information you had just revealed.

Not long after you left, Yeosang came in but stopped at the door, scanning the room that was littered with remnants of you. "What the fuck happened here? Did a hooker tried to kill you!?" he asked, still confused at the situation.

When Yeosang looked up, he saw Hongjoong in a way he had never seen him before.

Nervous.

"I-I- I think I just forged a war between us and the largest mafia weapons manufacturer on the eastern hemisphere," he uttered out.

[bibiana112]

Another thing that gets me about the Kurashikis is the contrast that their backstory has with your average crime drama characters, like, that is up to interpretation and I've definitely seen that in fics before but the impression I got from the games was that it was full of contradictions they were poor because Aoi had to provide for them but they still had access to their old things and to keep going to school instead of living on the streets, they had to make tons of money out of barely anything to be able to set up the game and they do it from boring ass investments which Akane has the foresight to guarantee success to so it's not gambling or smuggling or even more unethical stuff like usual, I really believe despite them having just kidnapped nine people and placed them on a death trap and live bombs on some of their digestive tracks it's still the first time they actively have blood on their hands, usually the backstory is full of the characters already having learned to kill and been hardened by the horrors and shit while I think Aoi at most went to a shooting range once or twice to learn how to gun and even then I bet Akane doesn't even see what they're doing as that same kind of thing at all, they get to be something other than trope itself because they managed to somehow go through all the trauma still relatively sheltered and as result covering it in layers and layers of deflection since it's so hard not to see it as just the same ongoing event that they're acting out against in self defense, Akane comes across as that more so because she never had to work on your average job and didn't even finish elementary school and she wouldn't have energy to or much reason to want to go out often meanwhile Aoi did have to work did make it to highschool presumably? before dropping out and he needed to interact outside of their bubble more often without any safety nets and and yeah I was just reading up some stuff from crime dramas and it reminded me yet again how much I think their whole deal is simply unique™ and not within the genre conventions of this or even the death game genre either

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You asked, I deliver! Part II of Accidental baby acquisition💖 I lost one of the asks 😩 but anon who asked about baby Udo, I named the baby in your honour! Saddle up cowboys! I’m not good with sequels but here we are-

Babygate:

the scandal that implies that a certain boy band member cheated on his partner (another band member) and had a kid even when the mom was never pregnant.

- urban dictionary

—

Reiner thinks things are alright. Life is definitely picking up. Pieck still sends him excerpts of her dirty fanfiction to proofread, Bertholdt is still doing all he can to “retire at 30”, Annie might have eloped with said boyfriend. But he’s seeing Porco on the regular now, he’s really cute, he’s got a nice ass. Reiner can’t complain.

He’s also recently donated his Levi Ackerman standee. Only because it’s getting increasingly hard to reconcile the fact that he has a life sized cutout of his colleague’s boyfriend in his room.

What he can complain about is said colleague (and friend) dropping bombs on him. He’s one of the moderators of one of the bigger No Name servers. Sometimes he wonders if that’s a conflict of interest because, well, he knows the guy on a first name basis. But today he has other concerns. He sees his notifications blowing up and decides to go on the No Name server. And lo and behold. There’s a paparazzi shot of Levi and Hanji with a stroller taking a walk in a new channel called “MYSTERY FAMILY?”.

He cancels his plans with Porco. “Don’t text me for the next few hours, got a fire to fight.” He clicks send, and feels kinda bad, so he sends Porco really dank meme to appease him. (That doesn’t stop Porco from doing exactly what Reiner told him not to do and demanding an explanation every five minutes).

He forces himself to take a deep breath before texting Hanji-

“Hanji… I don’t mean to be rude but…

WHAT THE FUCK?”

—

So here begins babygate. A conspiracy theory that took the Internet by storm.

“Levi Ackerman had a secret marriage! He was keeping this from us from the start!”

“It’s a publicity stunt to keep No Name relevant during their hiatus!”

“It’s an elaborate scheme by the company to punish Levi for announcing the hiatus without their knowledge!”

“Levi’s mystery partner was sent by the lizard people to take control of his mind and produce half-lizard, half-human hybrid babies to take over the world! What a bitch!” (This is Hanji’s favourite).

And the internet’s favourite- this is all an elaborate scheme to cover up the scandalous love affair between Levi and Eren- the band’s guitarist.

“What the fuck?” Levi had said during dinner once, to which Reiner had to swallow his food and pretend he never read or actively looked up ereri content. Yes. Reiner knows the name of their ship.

Levi hadn’t been too worried before, but when pictures of them shopping for baby stuff leaked online, something snaps. Something snaps and Erwin tells him he needs more time to figure out the biggest PR crisis in No Name history.

It’s Levi. Levi is the PR crisis.

So in the meantime, no shock reveals, no more social media, (if possible) no more leaving the house with pregnant girlfriend in tow. “Don’t do ANYTHING.” Erwin had said, “especially not you!” Erwin had directed that at Eren, who suggested he makes an announcement. Erwin shudders. He remembers all the past scandals they got themselves into just because Eren, bless him, didn’t know when to shut up.

“I’m sorry…” Levi says to Hanji when they’re cuddled up on the couch watching a documentary on whale migration.

“Huh?” Hanji says, voice muffled through her incessant sniffling because “whales are delivered tail first, Levi! They wear their mothers like hats!”

He apologises for putting her through the mess that is him and his job. And Hanji smiles at him. He wonders if their kid will look like her. He’s hoping they would.

“Levi…” Hanji sighs, taking his face in her hands, “that night at the bar I thought to myself ‘this man has a face I would risk it all for’… I think this counts within the realms of ‘all’”

Levi scoffs, but a smile is threatening the corners of his lips. Erwin’s nagging over the phone fades a little and he sinks a little lower into the couch. He sighs one more time for good measure before saying-

“So… you wanna know which my favourite babygate theory is?”

—

“And you’re really not bothered by all this?” Reiner asks, in an emergency meeting that he had scheduled into her calendar. He hates that he’s packing things into her already busy schedule when she’s about to pop but, he figures it’s better now than when the baby’s actually out. He had booked a meeting room and everything, figuring if he projected some of the crazy shit they’re saying on the fan boards up on screen, Hanji would start taking this seriously. Because if Reiner knows anything, it’s that the fans will do anything to keep their ship afloat.

He scrolls past another post on the lizard people and Hanji gets him to pause.

“I mean… A little?” Hanji pinches her fingers together.

“Hanji…” Reiner sighs, “you and Levi discuss and rate babygate conspiracy theories you find online I don’t think you’re taking this seriously at all…”

Hanji looks at Reiner- an absolute state of panic. And she considers panicking for a moment. She’s read articles dissecting babygate and although they’re absolutely batshit, Hanji appreciates how well-researched they are. Which is a little scary. To be fair to Levi, he’s been trying to get her to worry. “I can’t keep you safe all the time, you have to be careful” like he’s going off to war somewhere. But it’s not in Hanji nature to worry about things like this. She’s a researcher at a lab who lived an ordinary life up until the point the universe hit her with a-

Sike! Levi Ackerman is your baby daddy! What are you gonna do about it?

And now she knows what headcanons and lemons are, and she really doesn’t know what to do with that knowledge. So Hanji decides, she’ll do nothing. She’ll go on indulgently long walks Levi in tow, she’ll talk his ear off about work. And like a good girlfriend, she’ll listen to his demos (and enjoy them) and tell him “are you sure anger rhymes with danger?”.

“I don’t really know how to worry about anything beyond our samples getting contaminated…” Hanji says, sheepish. Reiner sighs. He doesn’t want to be a wet blanket on Hanji’s life. He wants to be fun Reiner. Cool as a cucumber. Reiner who manages to make it through dinner at Hanji’s without having to excuse himself to hyperventilate in her bathroom because Levi is right there. And he’s so afraid that he might just be able to read his mind and find out he had looked up Levi Ackerman x y/n fanfiction once in his foolish youth (youth being approximately four months back)

Reiner shudders.

“Yeah okay… That’s um… That’s cool… Right?” He says.

Hanji shrugs.

—

So Levi Ackerman is your baby daddy. Now what?

You go into labour of course, with a matter of fact- “oh. Look Levi. The water broke.” All while refusing to leave the house until you demolish that amazing sandwich he made for you. You go into labour and you yell and grunt like a beast as you squeeze the life out of your baby daddy because he kinda deserves it. You both kinda deserve this pain. Take it as heavenly punishment for being horny and stupid if you will.

And in the middle of it Hanji thinks huh, this feels like a mix of a reality TV show from MTV and a badly written fanfiction. Except Hanji isn’t a teen mom and she’s too old for self-insert fiction that involves a lead singer of a popular band.

But Levi is here, and he doesn’t complain one bit even though he looks like he’s about to pass out. So as far as drunken one night stands go- this is pretty damn aspirational.

The baby enters the world with a huge cry.

“Kid’s got a huge set of lungs…” Levi says, but his own voice is quivering.

“Just like her dad…” Hanji smiles.

As he watches Hanji fall asleep with their baby on her chest, Levi thinks fuck it. Fuck keeping this under wraps. Fuck the fans and them enjoying how Eren gets on his nerves. Fuck Erwin and his “Levi. You’re giving me a headache. You are the cause of this headache.” Because the baby has Hanji’s nose and his eyes and he loves them more than anything in the world.

He snaps a picture of them and tags bigdaddyzoë-

“Welcome to the world, my love.”

—

Reiner can’t help the tears that well in his eyes after seeing the picture Hanji had sent him of the baby-

“He says hi to his favourite uncle!” Was the caption, and Reiner could only reply with a crying cat meme and an incoherent text that Hanji favourites.

He’s on the bus on the way to the hospital when his phone buzzes incessantly. It’s Porco.

“REINER WHAT THE FUCK.”

“LEVI ACKERMAN IS HANJI ZOË’S BABY DADDY?”

“HANJI ZOË MY PHD SUPERVISOR?”

“LEVI ACKERMAN OF NO NAME?”

“REINER WHAT THE FUCK?”

He sends a reply at the entrance of the hospital-

“Welcome to my world”

—

Reiner thinks things are alright. He’s one of the moderator of one of the bigger No Name servers, so he can block and remove people at his discretion. Some days he lets it get to his head. It makes him feel like a king. But today, he’s putting out fires.

Erwin decided their PR strategy was absolutely no strategy, because “they’re zooming in on the pixels Levi. Once they doubt the pixels, they won’t believe anything we’re saying”. With that. Babygate has officially taken on a life of its own. Eren still sends Levi babygate articles to annoy him, and to Hanji because she asked very nicely. Hanji thinks Erwin’s strategy makes sense, Levi thinks it’s just lazy. But Erwin framed a certificate that says “survived a PR crisis (sort of)” that Hanji had insisted be hung up on their wall, so that closes one chapter. Besides, Eren has been spotted going out on dates with a mystery girl. Which has the double effect of diverting attention away from Levi and exacerbating babygate because “see? Told you the company’s doing all they can to prove they’re not together!”

“Can’t you keep it in your pants?” Levi had thrown at Eren, to which he had responded cleverly with a-

“Could’ve said the same for you!”

Touché…

“See? That can’t be Levi! Look at how he’s smiling!”

“That can’t be a baby! Looks like an animatronic to me!”

“Do they even make animatronics that realistic?”

Reiner pins his “no slander” rule- one day they’ll get it. Or at least he would’ve gotten rid of all the people that don’t.

“Who’s this bigdaddyzoë anyway?”

“Maybe she isn’t real? Company probably invented her…”

“Heard she’s a crazy groupie who got knocked up…”

“Heard she’s hot…”

… several people are typing

—

“So… I heard from Reiner you were defending my honour in the server?” Hanji quirks an eyebrow.

Levi shrugs. Whatever goes down in the server stays between Leviackerman173810 (leviackerman and all 173809 permutations of said username had already been taken) and the hundreds of people who haven’t quite figured out he’s the real deal. Besides, Erwin has issued him three warnings so it’s best to lay low for now.

“My hero…” Hanji chuckles, pressing a kiss on Levi’s head. Below them, baby Udo wriggles and yawns against the fabric of Levi’s shirt. Cute.

So Levi Ackerman is your baby daddy. Now what? You look at your son and know he’s going to break hearts like his father of course. And if you’re Levi, you pray to god he never asks about babygate because Hanji has read up enough about it to be considered a connoisseur.

One day the internet will break when they find out the identity of bigdaddyzöe. But for now baby Udo has his parents wrapped around his tiny fingers and he doesn’t quite understand the concept of him being the spawn of every typical band member x y/n fanfiction. Or the centre of a very popular, very absurd, yet strangely believable internet conspiracy theory. Or the canon plot that has sunk one of the biggest No Name ships. And that’s okay.

[allthatyoulove]

Now or Never

Poe Dameron / Reader

Summary: It’s your first mission back on base, and you haven’t seen Poe since you broke up. When the mission goes wrong, unsaid feelings are revealed.

Warnings: cussing, angst, fluff

Words: 2.8k

Request: hi! could I request 6 from the prompt list for Poe? just some angst to fluff maybe?

A/N: This is my first requested story! Thank you sooooo much to the anon who recommended prompt 6 from my prompt list for Poe! Hope you enjoy! Feel free to leave any feedback and please let me know of any warnings or errors I missed! Thanks for stopping by :)

*****

“So after we take out the surface cannons, we come back to base. Got it?”

I finished my speech, slightly out of breath. I looked around at the other pilots to study their reactions. Some looked ready, bobbing their knees in excitement. Others looked pale, like they were going to puke or fly away to another planet. They all managed a nod in response to my question, which I took as a good sign.

I gave an over-dramatic, encouraging smile. “Great. Any questions?”

I paused for half a second before continuing, “Okay, so let’s gear up and load up the fighters.”

The pilots got up and walked to their fighters, murmuring to each other about how they felt about the mission. I stood on the makeshift stage for a second, watching them walk out.

Crash!

I flinched at the loud noise, following it to the entrance of one of the fighters. One of the rookie pilots had run into the box of bombs lined up when carrying another box in, and was frozen in place as they waited for the bombs surrounding them to stop moving.

I laughed to myself and jogged over.

“Get down, it’s gonna blow!”

The rookie immediately dropped to the ground in fetal position, holding onto their head and preparing for the bombs to blow up.

I reached the entrance, laughing to myself as I tried to keep a neutral look on my face.

“I’m kidding, they aren’t activated.”

The rookie slowly got up as if the bombs were still to explode any second. I took the box from their hands as they looked at me with a “I would beat your ass if you weren’t my commander” look and let them go rest somewhere before I got in trouble for tormenting the newbies.

I took a look around the ship as my laughing died down, trying to figure out where the box went. The box was filled with parts of a ship, which I assumed was meant for another fighter because of how new this one looked. It had a shiny new control panel, with thousands of buttons, which looked like they’ve yet to be used.

I sat down in the pilot’s seat, looking at all of the buttons in awe. I reached up to grab the steering wheel, feeling the smooth material and pretending to fly it.

“Watch it, sweetheart.”

I immediately tensed up and waited a second, sighing before I turned around.

Poe was leaning against the wall next to the entry ramp a couple feet away, looking at me with a sad smile.

“Sorry, I just-”

Poe was already shaking his head, dismissing the apology.

“You don’t have to apologize.” He whispered. The ship was quiet, the only noise was the low buzzing of the hull. We’d broken up a month prior, but this was the first time we had seen eachother since. I’d made sure to keep myself busy with every order General Leia gave me. It started to become obvious when she would send me on useless missions just because she could tell how badly I wanted to stay away from him, so I came back. This was my first mission back as a pilot and I already failed in staying away from Poe.

He was wearing his orange jumpsuit, with the white vest and black holsters around his legs and waist. His hair was curlier than last time and parted to the side. He looked good. He looked really good.

The room was suddenly extremely stuffy and almost unbearable to be in any longer. Only a minute had passed, but it seemed like we were staring at each other for hours. I cleared my throat, attempting to get rid of the tension.

“I’ll talk to you in a few, flyboy”

I smiled at him before getting out of the seat, making my way out of the ship. X-wings are fighting ships, which is why they’re so small and cramped. It’s hard to really understand that until someone else is on the ship with you.

Poe turned to face more of the wall next to the entry ramp of the ship as I attempted to slide past him to leave, which made me unintentionally grind on him. His hands immediately shot out to my waist, holding me in place as he let out a shaky breath.

I was suddenly out of breath. My skin was on fire under his touch. It was something familiar and comforting. I had almost forgotten how good it felt. His grip was unyielding, but soft and almost hesitant.

“Sorry.” I whispered.

He leaned his head forward on my shoulder, resting it there. I brought my right hand up to run my hand through his curls. It was still silent, both of us scared to talk and ruin this moment between us.

Fuck I missed him. I missed his touch, I missed his smell, I missed his voice.

The pain of being this close to him was too much. My eyes started to tear up as I stood there against him. I let a couple more seconds pass before I speed-walked out of the x-wing and towards my own. I didn’t turn around to look at him, even when he called my name.

I wiped the tear that left my eye as I walked to my fighter.

I came here for a mission.

I’m here to do that mission, then leave.

----

“It’s not every day we get a shot at a dreadnought, so let’s make this count.”

I’m not gonna lie, we are severely lacking in backup. I wasn’t going to let the rookie pilots know that, but for a job like this, we could’ve used a much bigger fleet.

This mission was Poe’s idea, and very last minute, so we couldn’t take any longer to carry this through. I tried to keep an optimistic view on it. Kind of.

I left the channel that included all the pilots and joined the channel that just Poe and I would be using. Poe and I were the ones who actually had to fly up to the dreadnought and take out the cannons, while the other pilots hung back and made sure no TIE fighters blew us up. So, we wouldn’t have to all be on a channel together unless absolutely necessary.

At least that’s what I told myself.

“You ready, Blue Leader?” came Poe’s voice through the comms.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Black Leader.”

I looked to my left at him from our fighters, and our eyes met. He gave me a big smile as he talked again.

“Let’s go kick some Imperial ass.”

I smiled at him before I punched the fighter into acceleration, flying towards the dreadnought. I braced myself against the seat as my speed jumped and took aim at the first cannon.

I fired at the cannons that were lined up, turning the ship on its side before any of them could take aim at me.

I was on a roll, taking out cannon after cannon all while dodging the lasers being shot from them. I cheered and laughed, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins and feeling unstoppable in this moment.

“How you doing, Black Leader?”

“Better than you, doll face.”

I felt a familiar heat crawl up my face at the nickname, but managed to stay focused on the remaining few cannons. Poe was on my left and we were in unison. We had the same amount of cannons taken down, but he always loved to make it a competition between us.

I almost forgot how euphoric it was. Fighting against the First Order with a Resistance fleet behind me, side by side with Poe. Side by side with someone I love. We were taking out every single cannon, making a show out of it to overperform the other and give the rookies watching something to be entertained by. We were both laughing through the comms, watching each other's fighters flip and duck down in skill to show off. I made quick work of taking out the last cannon on my side so I can do what I planned to do next. Poe had just 1 more cannon to go on his side, and I was ready to take it out using the best cannon-destroying-move-thingy these pilots had ever seen. I held the steering wheel in anticipation, sitting all the way back against the seat and bracing myself.

The pilots behind us must have been too into our little show, because the only warning I got was Poe yelling in my ear seconds before it happened.

“Oh, shit, here comes the TIE-”

I looked over at Poe to see where he was looking before my body got thrown to the left against the seat belt strapping me in.

My x-fighter steered down and left, falling down fast and aiming directly for the top of the dreadnought.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck-”

I yanked the steering wheeling as hard as I could towards my lap, aiming the ship up into the galaxy. Seconds before colliding into the Imperial ship it raised up, throwing the rest of my body down against the seat. I did a loop before correcting the fighter to it’s rightful path, coming around the back of the dreadnought to face the fleet. I caught my breath as I stared at the small fleet for a second, before I saw that there had been an ever bigger fleet of TIE fighters released from the Imperial ship. I immediately sprung back into action, following every TIE fighter I saw until they were down. Poe’s voice came through the comms.

“You alright, baby?”

I cleared my throat and tried to not give him the satisfaction of having a reaction to the nickname before I replied.

“Just fine, Black Leader.”

I had taken out five TIE fighters before General Leia’s voice came through the comms.

“Commanders, you did it. Now get your squad back here before we lose anyone.”

I immediately replied, “You got it, General. Coming back to base.”

I switched the comms over to the general one to relay the message.

“Time to head back, crew. Nice job today, now make sure to get back to base safely. These TIE fighters are relentless.”

I took out a few more fighters on the way back to base, making sure none followed any of the other pilots. My lip felt like it was bleeding from the force of the earlier crash, so I needed to get that checked out. Besides that, it was a very successful mission. We took out the cannons just like Poe had wanted, without the need for much backup from the fleet. I’m sure most of the pilots were thankful for that. I put the fighter into hyperspace before landing back on D’Qar with the base.

I jumped out of the fighter, taking a huge inhale of the fresh air and stretching my arms out. I was still smiling, giddy from all of the excitement that came with being behind the wheel again. I looked around the fighter landing, seeing all the pilots exiting their x-wings and running over to their friends to talk about it.

I looked for the ship with the black lines running across the top but couldn’t find it. I figured he must have already ran to Leia to bring up an idea for another mission.

I made my way towards the ship Leia was in with the rest of the crew, congratulating some of the pilots on the way over.

I walked through the doors and looked around for Leia. I heard her call out for me and ran over to her, analyzing the worried expression on her face and dropping my smile instantly.

“Where’s Poe?”

I froze.

“What do you mean where’s Poe? He didn’t return with the rest of the fleet?”

I walked around to the front of the panel Leia was looking at, switching to the screen to see the online status of the fighters. All of the fighters were checked out.

Except for Poe’s.

His voice rang through the panel.

“General, I can do this. I have the chance to take out a dreadnought! These things are fleet killers, we can’t let it get away!”

Leia replied angrily, “Disengage now, Commander! That is an order!”

Poe didn’t reply to her, the comms going silent. I knew what that meant. After being together so long, I knew he wasn’t going to listen. That was the best and worst thing about him. There was no stopping him from what he thought was best.

I still had to try.

I grabbed the mic next to the panel, pressing the button to speak into it.

“Poe?”

He sighed through the mic, taking a second to reply. I held the mic in anticipation, holding my breath.

“Sweetheart, It’s now or never. I have to-”

I paused a second, looking down at the panel.

“Poe? Hello?”

A big red “X” blinked over the image of his fighter on the panel. It seemed like the entire galaxy stopped, holding their breath and waiting for something to happen. Something to change.

“No no no no no… Poe? Can you hear me, Poe?”

Leia rested a hand on my shoulder.

“He’s gone offline, Commander.” She said sadly.

“No, General- he just- he’s fine, okay?”

I messed with the panel pushing all possible buttons to refresh the status, flicking the comm switch off and on repeatedly and continuing to talk through the mic. Nothing was working.

“I have to go help him.” I said before running out of the ship.

Leia called for me, but I ignored her and continued to run out to my fighter. A few tears left my eyes and I frantically wiped at them to try and clear my eyesight. I couldn’t fall apart now. Poe needed me.

I looked around for my ship, having a hard time looking through the smoke of nearby ships and people running around. I turned as I looked all around me for the blue stripe, not finding it anywhere.

I started to freak out, not having control over my breathing anymore.

“C’mon where are you… don’t do this now, c’mon..”

Tears were falling from both my eyes now, and I stopped trying to wipe them off. My vision was blurry as my mind went 100 miles per hour.

“He’s gone offline, Commander.”

I dropped to my knees in the middle of the runway as I sobbed.

He can’t be gone, please. He can’t.

I still looked around, trying to find my fighter from the ground. I saw a pilot lift a droid in the shape of a ball from their ship, setting it on the ground.

BB-8?

I frantically wiped my eyes, slowly standing so I could get a clearer view. My eyes finally cleared from the tears as I saw him.

Poe was kneeling down, patting BB-8’s head in congratulation as he turned and saw me. He got off his knee and smiled at me, starting to fast-walk over.

My face dropped in surprise, happy tears threatening to fall once again as I smiled at him with everything I had.

“Poe!”

I ran towards him as fast as I could, jumping into his arms. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, burying my face into his neck.

He wrapped one arm around my waist, holding me in place, and put the other on the back of my head.

He whispered frantically in my ear, “The cannon I missed- it hit my ship. The comms and weapon systems went down, I couldn’t- I lost you. I swear, I was on my way back. I was coming back to you.”

I picked my head up, bringing both my hands to cradle his face as I looked him in his eyes. I moved a few pieces of hair out of his face as I spoke, “I believe you, Poe. I just wanted you safe. Maker, I thought you- they said you-”

My voice died as I started to cry again, and he rested his forehead against mine as he spoke, “I didn’t realize you still cared.”

I sniffled, looking him in the eyes again.

“I never stopped.”

His gaze shifted between both my eyes, his eyes roaming my face in disbelief before he spoke again.

“I love you.”

He didn’t give me a chance to reply, resting his hand on my cheek and pulling me in for a kiss.

I stopped breathing as I immediately kissed him back with everything in me. He pulled me impossibly closer to him as we emptied all of the unspoken words between us into the kiss. He slowly set me down on my feet, wrapping his arm around my waist to pull me in closer to him as I arched into the kiss. We broke away, panting and out of breath. We looked at each other for a second before bursting into an adrenaline-infused laughter. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. He picked me up by my waist and spun me around, setting me down before we heard someone yelling at us.

“POE DAMERON!”

We both turned, seeing Leia storming out of the ship towards Poe.

“Shit.”

[vintage-marina]

A woman out of time ( James Norrington x F!reader) Chapter 1

Marvel crossover pirates of the caribbean

TW: blood, gore, aliens, violence and durther in the story depressing thoughts and suicidal thoughts

A few weeks ago i had the idea to write a reader fic with a crossover of marvel and pirates of the carabbean, yep the most random idea that i had

summary: After y/n got a call that they can bring the half of the population back, she takes the chance and goes to the compound, but when she wants to go back to New York 2013 she finds herself on the middle of a ship. I think i’m gonna ship her with James Norrington tho.

btw you can also read it on wattpad, my name is mischief-moony

word count: 1973 words

Wakanda 2018

Before everything went down

You heard footsteps outside your house that signaled that a few people were nearby, you threw your book on the floor and stepped outside and when you did you saw Bucky. King T'Challa, Okoye, and a few soldiers were walking to your cabins. You saw that one of the soldiers were holding a suitcase and dread filled you up, something is happening. Bucky and you were walking to them in a silence that neither of you wanted to break and you saw that in the suit laid his arm.

 ''Where is the fight?'' mumbeled Bucky after he glanced at his vibranium arm, he didn't look happy to use it again. In fact he probably thought about the time when he did not had a choice, but to use it. You glanced down, you wern't scared to fight, if you have to then you have to. But not knowing who to fight was frightening to you.

You and Bucky got taken to the weaponry room, you glanced into the mirror and moved your (right/left) arm, this arm felt new. Not a bad new, but a good new, a chance at staring a new life and maybe now you will never get it. You grimaced and didn't want to think about it anymore, ''Buck, do you know what's happening?'' ''No, but it has something to do with Steve. It always has.'' ''Fair enough,'' the both of you chuckled for a few seconds and after that you composed yourself, your expression serious. You took a taser, two handpistols and a few knifes and buckeld it on your belt, somehow it felt it wasn't enough and you took a bomb. The medpack on your back did not felt heavy and you saw that Bucky took a M249 SAW. ''And you think that firearm will be enough? You know, it is pretty serious if Wakanda need the help of two oldies'' you pointed to him with a knife, he grumbled but to your happiness he took a handpistol. After this Okoye walked to the both of you and explained what was happening.

Meeting your best pals Steve, Natasha and ofcourse your other colleagues

Bucky and you went outside and you saw that Steve, Natasha, Sam, Wanda, Vision, Rhodey and Bruce? Is he not missing? were walking out of the quinjet, King T'Challa was walking with them and lead them to you two. You heard T'Challa asking how big the assault is, Bruce answered that they shoud expect a big one and Natasha asked how big their army is. ''You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje and..'' ''And a semi-stable 100-year old man'' ''And a mentally unstable 100-year old woman'' Bucky and you flashed a smile towards them and you flew into Natasha her arms while Bucky hugged Steve. Afterwards you gave a bone crushing hug to Steve and you whispered that you missed him.

During the battle

Everyone stood behind the border that protected Wakanda and you saw that aliens were running toward you, they looked like a mix between a dog and a rat and you didn't expect this shit, yes you were scared at this point. Next to you stood Bucky, Steve and Natasha, "What the hell" mumbeled Bucky and if you weren't in a life threathing situation, you would have laughed but now, now not. Some of these aliens were breaking through the border but were killing themselves, but some of them were making it through, the Wakandan army were making shields with their clothing and were shooting lasers out of their vibranium spears. Bucky, you and Natasha were shooting while Sam and Rhodey were in the sky. Bruce was in the Hulkbuster and stood behind you and the army.  Rhodey flew to the border and you saw that a few bombs were dropping that created a massive chain reaction, you could hear the screams of the aliens that were dying but you could see that the dogs behind the border were going to Vision and were he was laying there was no border, shit he is gonna be in danger. But Bruce beat you to it, before you could say anthing.

''Cap if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us, there's nothing between them and Vision'' ''Then we better keep 'em in front of us.'' ''How do we do that?'' asked Okoye to T'Challa and you saw that the was thinking. ''We open the barrier. On my signal, open North-West Section Seventeen'' he shouted somthing in Xhosa, you saw that Steve was activating his shield and that T'Challa's army were dropping their shields. You were moving your shoulders and stood in position, ready to kill a bunch of aliens. This was unlike what you saw in the war or what you did in the war but you knew that you should give your everything. The border that protected you was dissolving and you heard T'Challa shouting: ''Wakanda forever!''

You were running and so did everyone else, your heartrate went up and you took the blades out of your belt, Steve and T'Challa ran ahead but you and Bucky ran with the army. The first few aliens were running to you and you threw your knife in their eye and slid on the ground while you were gliding on the grass, you plunged your knife in another one's belly and cutted him open. It screamed and before you knew it it was dead, but the other alien was not. You took your knife out of the carcas and threw it in the head of the other alien. You plucked your two blades out of it's head and it's eye and hastily you stood up and scanned your surroundings.

But you didn't had much time, three other aliens were attacking your back that send you flying to the ground, you let out a yelp. Their claws were dangerously close to your face and something snapped in your head. Your mind went on autopilot and you teared an arm off and you gave it a kick to it's belly. You drew your pistol and sent a bullet to the other two aliens their  heart and head. You could feel on your back that you had been scratched but you shook it off and went further.

The minutes flew by and you couldn't even remember what you were doing to them, you saw that Okoye needed a little bit of help and you gave her back cover. ''Are you okay?'' she asked while the two of you circeled around the aliens, you hummed but it didn't reassured her. ''I don't think we are going to win it'' you said, she didn't gave a response but instead killed an alien. You heard someone talking to you in your ear, ''I can't hear you, speak louder'' you commanded and slammed an alien to the ground. ''Y/N, someone needs medical help, I will sent you the coördinates come fast!'' you heard Natasha talking to you and you bid Okoye farwell and you cleared your way between the aliens and the people. 

When you arrived you saw that Nathasha gave pressure on the wound of a soldier, ''Nat you need to give me cover while I treat her alright?'' You saw that she was from the Dora Milaje, you took off your medpack and opened it quickly and kneeled down. Adreneline rushed to your body and you took a bottle of water out of the pack and rinshed the wound. ''How did it happen?'' you asked to her, in the hope she didn't pass out. ''I got clawed, but I will survive'' she mumbeled, you softly talked to her while you disinfected the wound. You sliced the plastic of a sterile towel of and depped the wound clean, there was blood on your hands and you smeared it off on your suit. Natasha was shooting some aliens and said to you that you needed to hurry up. Your stress level went up a bit when she said that and you stichted the soldeir up and covered the wound incase if it went bleeding again. ''Nat, you can go, I will protect her'' after you said that she went away and you stood your ground and eyed your surroundings.

You didn't knew how much time had passed, hope was slowely running out of your system and you were certain that you were losing. Aliens were around you and you felt desperate, you did your best to protect her and sometimes you got help from someone else, it wasn't easy to check on her and to kill aliens but you managed. Suddenly an axe went flying around and killed some aliens around you. What the hell is happening you thought to yourself, not that you were ungrateful, you were very grateful but you didn't know who it was, until something suddenly clicked in your brain, Thor. 

After Thor joined the fight with a raccoon with a gun and a walking tree? You thought you could finally win this battle and have a good nap after this, but alas you were wrong, very wrong. A few meters further you saw that Steve was protecting Vision and Wanda. You turned around and asked in Xhosa if she need any further medical assistence or that she would manage it. The soldier sent you away and you joined Steve, you didn't expect the guy who is supposed to be the most evil person in the universe purple but you also saw a man with red skin and without a nose when you served the army so it didn 't really surprise you. More people joined the fight and when you threw your bomb and fire your last bullets, Thanos raised his fist towards it and reversed the time so it couldn't explode, then he aimed at you and fired the bomb back. ''Shit'' you mumbled, you flew across the air and yelled in pain. A few splinters from the bomb scratched your face and neck, you could fell blood prickle on your skin from the splinters that were stuck in your body. Your ears were ringing and you shut your eyes tight from the bright light, sniffing the air you could smell burning flesh and you softly cried, you didn't want to see the aftermath of what happend to you. Some people were yelling, but black dots were clouding your eyes and with your tears you couldn't see well. How can he do this, what did we do to deserve this, the more you thinked the more your head hurted, maybe a little rest wouldn't hurt and with that on your mind you blacked out.

 When you opened your E/C eyes you whimpered in pain, signaling to the remaining people that you were awake. You saw Steve in your field of vision and you could see that his eyes were red. You lifted your arm and cradled his face with your vibranium arm, you furrowed your eyebrows and wiped a few tears away. ''You've been crying, Stevie'' a nickname that he only heard from you when you were concerned about him. ''What happend?'' you whispered softly after you gave him a reassuring smile, he didn't meet your eyes but looked to the left of you. You turned your head, but you wished you hadn't, your eyes met the blank stare of Vision and you let out a startling scream. Terror was running through your veins and tears of dispair were filling your eyes and falling on your cheeks. You reached out your arm towards him but you only could feel the cold of his vibranium body and if you looked better you could see the pile of ashes that laid besides him. Your arm fell to the ground and you sniffed, ''What happened here Steve?''

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Stuck in his Ways, Chapter 12

Summary: Obito and Y/N create a new joint technique and Obito inches closer to an important verdict about his weird feelings. Y/N gets more and more sure about them. 

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“Let me get this straight” Y/N says, her brows furrowed in thought.

“Right, shoot.” Obito responds patiently.

“You can teleport into other dimensions, become intangible, predict movements, copy jutsu instantly, see chakra energy and use the one of the most powerful genjutsu with that eye of yours?”

“Don’t forget about recording everything I see when it is active. And that’s only my eye; I can do other jutsu, of course.” He corrects, proud of himself and his prowess.

“Well, shit. Anything else I need to know for our strategies?”

“Oh! I have some special cells from the first Hokage that help me heal really quickly and gives me extra chakra. In addition, as you know, I have a proficiency in fire type jutsu. That’s all.”

“Fuck, that’s a lot to remember.” She laughs as she stands on her feet, walking away from the tree they were both sitting under. “Come here Obito, I think I have an idea for us.”

Obito slowly gets up, watching as she centers herself in the middle of the training grounds. As he lazily follows his teammate, he wonders about how the past week flew by. Things are still as awkward as they were in their last outing, but it feels comfortable to him, as weird as it sounds. The Uchiha has become addicted with the rushing feeling he experiences when they are both alone, talking about nonsense.

Despite its effects to his sanity, the anxiety he feels around her makes him want more and more moments with her. Not only those moments, but also moments where he gets to make physical contact. Now that he has a minimal amount of it, he longs intensely for situations where they might share an accidental or innocent touch. He feels this certain possessiveness around her, the natural instinct of keeping himself close and in touch with her. Obito feels bad for being so addicted to it, but he just knows he cannot stop what he has been feeling lately.

What am I feeling?  

He feels utterly stupid, he is sure about that. So stupid for not being able to control his urges or for acting like a fool near her. Instantly, he becomes self-aware and tries to close the smile creeping upon his lips, but to no avail. He just gives up on thinking about this matter for now. Lord knows he has been wondering about this too much.

As Obito finally reaches the center of the field, Y/N starts explaining her plan:

“So, we’re compatible, right?”

“…Uhm?” Obito tries to control his blood flow, trying to avoid letting his face dare to go red.

“Our chakra natures, they’re compatible. Fire and wind?”

“Oh, yes.” He pauses, clearing his throat before continuing: “What do you have in mind then?”

“You know the whirlpool your sharingan creates when using kamui? That fire jutsu you do with it, dance bomb something?”

“Yeah, bomb blast dance.”

“Right!” She continues with an excited gleam on her eyes, “We could increase that even more with my wind style! And then add my blades plus some other tricks.”

Obito seriously ponders her proposal. He got the general idea, but he worries about the practicality of it.

“Wouldn’t this be risky for you?”

“I’m fast, I can do it.”

“No, we’re not doing it Y/N.”

“Pleaaaaase! Come on!” She throws a playful smile at him, trying to convince him of doing as she pleases. “I promise you anything! I’ll even drop the sewer boy thing!”

Fuck, this woman will be the death of me…

“Fine. Promise me you’ll be careful”

She nods at him, agreeing with the proposition. After some minor explications about her plans for the technique, they both put it in action.

Obito places himself in a fixed position, with Y/N right behind him. He does the signs for the basic Uchiha fireball jutsu and activates his kamui, causing the flames to dance around in a whirlpool and taking over and immense area.

Y/N emerges from behind, kicking the ground and following the whirlpool, creating wind with her increasing speed. She runs along the flames, spreading them even further and avoiding them at the same time.

Fire blasts with full force and breaks everything on its way, including the soil surrounding their target area.

As she reaches the end of the whirlpool, she appears to falter in her steps, accidentally falling into the flames. The clone pops, revealing the real Y/N, who launches across an intangible Obito with her swords, finishing the attack with a surprise blow of the sword, previously hidden behind her partner.

As she finishes it, she looks back at Obito. Her hair is all messy from launching herself at an incredible speed. Her smile is wild, taken over by the adrenaline of combat. Obito feels all of those things again, but he is happy for it.

She will be the death of me.

“We did it!” She puts her arms in the air, celebrating the creation of their new joined technique.

Obito catches up to her, approaching his teammate. On a whim, he hugs her hard, interlacing his arms on her waist and burying himself on her neck, all while picking her up from the ground and spinning.

“Fuck, we did it! We did it, Y/N!” He says, as he also explodes in happiness as she giggles in his arms.

Obito had been trying to modify his fire jutsu for ages; he finally did it, thanks to her. The Uchiha is amazed on someone so new to the practice of jutsu surpassed his creativity in creating new techniques.

He finally puts her down, scratching his neck in embarrassment upon realizing what he just did.

“Sorry, got carried away.” He laughs sheepishly, trying to justify himself.

“Don’t worry about that, relax.” She soothes him as she tries to smile a bit, also taken over by self-consciousness.

Obito kicks some dirt around with his shoes and then looks at the sun, trying to think of something to say and catching his breath. By its position, it is almost noon, lunchtime.

“Fuck”

“What?” She asks him, confused.

“Forgot my lunch at home today.”

“Shit. Me too, I didn’t even bring a backpack.”

Of course, they both forgot their bags. Obito decided to invite Y/N for training on Saturday at the last minute, the two of them for sure went out on a hurry. Both break into laughter as Y/N’s belly makes a noise, indicating her hunger.

“I have an idea, come with me.” He says, guiding Y/N into the nearby Uchiha district.

 ~”~

 Y/N follows Obito into his family’s district on the outskirts of Konoha. Crossing the big gates, she finally sees other Uchihas from up close. Since it was too late in the evening the last time she came here, uninvited, she did not have the opportunity to check if they were all like Obito or not.

Glancing at the men and woman walking down the street, she could definitely notice that the good looks were a family thing. Everyone had that same sharp look and features, although Obito seemed to be a lot bulkier and rough than the rest of them. He clearly stood out in the midst of them. She concludes that although his genes might already favor him, he is truly blessed with outstanding looks.

Stop thinking about that, damn…

She cannot stop, not anymore. At this point, she figures that she might be sick in the head in some way. These inappropriate thoughts about her partner and mentor keep flooding her mind, along with the unmistakable longing for his presence when he is absent.

Here they are, training on a Saturday, all because she is incapable of setting limits between them and backing off. Incapable of containing the dreadful things she is feeling, things she knows well enough and is utterly scared of acting upon.

This far into it, she knows it is not only a crush anymore. This last week has been torturous, since she suspects that he has been acting so weirdly because he is figuring out her secret, she is genuinely scared of losing her friend.

You know what this means. Control yourself, he wants nothing to do with you, not like that. Why would he?

She tries to concentrate back into the present again, walking closer to Obito to not lose track of him. People along the way stare at them both of them, especially at Y/N, a stranger to the district.

Obito stops to talk to an older woman by a house near his, the woman dawning dark hair like his. She approaches the both of them:

“Hi! You must be Y/N, right?” the woman says, greeting her.

“Hello! Yes, nice to meet you!” she responds, trying to be the most courteous as possible.

“I’m Mikoto, It’s a pleasure to meet you too. Obito told us a lot about you” She says, kindly.

“N-no I did not.” Obito pouts, something Y/N learned he usually does when he feels embarrassed or slightly annoyed. “So, do you want me to help you carry those boxes?” He says as he points at some crates by the door of the house.

“Oh sure! Thanks Obito, I’ll be right back, Y/N.”

Obito grabs two of the crates and enters into the house, signaling silently to her that he would be back soon. Mikoto follows him inside, guiding him. As both vanish inside the house, Y/N notices two presences behind her.

Turning around, she is met with two teenagers, clearly Uchiha too by the black hair and intense facial features. One has long hair and the other, slightly taller than the first one, short hair. Both are standing by a bush, the one they were probably hiding into.

“Uhm, hi?”

“Hi.” The longhaired one says with his expression blank.

“Can I help you guys?”

“Don’t worry, we’re just curious.” The second one responds, a playful look in his dark eyes.

“Curious?”

“You know, about our cousin’s love lif-“ The first one tries to say but gets interrupted by Obito, who storms into the conversation:

“Itachi, Shisui, if you follow me again I’ll make sure you’re banned from the village, got it?” Obito points at both of them with his ungloved hands.

Obito then grabs her hand and takes her away from the pair, doing his best to cut the conversation with his relatives short. Looking at the pair, Y/N sees Shisui whisper something to the longhaired guy, the one she now knows is called Itachi. They both smile as she goes away with Obito.

Arriving at Obito’s house, Y/N is confronted by the silence of it. The place is tidied up, filled with well-kept old furniture. She did not have much time to notice the details of it on her last visit, other things were distracting her.

Obito calls her into the kitchen and she follows him. The Uchiha is leaning on the fridge, looking for food to feed both of their trembling stomachs.

“I think I have enough to make some sandwiches for us, is it okay for you?”

“Yup.” She responds, glancing at the place’s decoration, or lack thereof. The house seems to be as sterile as Obito’s personality when she met him, she laughs to herself. “Hey, where’s your bathroom?”

“First door on the left, by the corridor.” He points as he struggles to carry out a ton of food ou of the fridge.

She heads there and washes up a bit, tidying her hair, still a bit messy from training. She is a bit self conscious of meeting his family all fucked up like she did, but hell, it is not like she would see them often anyway. On her way back, she notices a framed picture on the corridor. One of the very few pieces of decoration she saw on the entire house.

Pictured are a cute girl with brown hair and face paint and a boy wearing a black mask covering half of his face, accompanied by a younger fourth Hokage.

Must be Kakashi and Rin, they look so young in here!

Standing by the side is a boy with messy black hair and a pout she learned to recognize from miles away. He is wearing a cute orange and blue outfit, accompanied by a huge pair of orange goggles on his tiny face. It has to be Obito.

He was such a cute kid, oh my god!

She thinks to herself, trying not to laugh at the fact that the all mighty Obito was such a cutesy child in the past.

“I’m kicking you out if you laugh at the goggles.”

Obito catches her smiling at the picture, making her let out a big huff of contained laughter.

“You were so cute! I can’t!”

He pouts once again, his face as displeased as it is on the picture, although with a more playful tone.

“Come, I made the sandwiches for us, busybody.”

Delicious was an understatement for Obito’s sandwiches. They had the perfect amount of mayo and fillings, it was a godly experience. Y/N just knows she could never cook like this. Obito sits beside her on the island benches, devouring his own sandwich.

Y/N takes a moment to gaze at him while he tries to clean himself up with a napkin. She sees that he missed a spot on the corner of his lip, right beside the small scar he has there. Oh that scar, she had not noticed that one before. It is a small dimple in his lower right lip, cutting through it. She wonders about how it must feel to the touch. On a whim, she cleans the small spot of sauce with her thumb, not quite touching the scar, but still making contact with his surprisingly soft lips.

Obito appears to be surprised by the gesture, but does not move away or interrupt her. He just stands there, with a weird expression on his face. Y/N immediately gets embarrassed by her own action, her face getting redder and redder.

Shit, shit, shit…

A noise coming from the window above the sink interrupts her train of thought:

“Oh my-“

“Shhh Shut up!”

“You shut up!”

“Aaaaah Ouch!” three separate voices say it at the same time as a loud crack echoes across the room.

Obito and her get up, approaching the window to find out what is going on. On the bush underneath the window lies a thin tree branch with Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke on top of it, all of them recovering from an unexpected fall.

“Naruto! I’m going to kill you!” Obito shouts from the window.

“Run! Run, guys, run!” Naruto exclaims, picking himself up and running away.

Author’s note: I’m finally approaching the final (and coolest) parts of this story, I’m so anxious to share it with you guys! I am a sucker for pinning and the “dumbasses in love” trope, so pardon me for that lol I love to write about people’s fear and uneasiness on how to deal with their own feelings or how to reveal them to someone. I think that there so much emotion at that stage where both don’t know how to act around each other, so many strong feelings to be explored. I always wanted to write about that and I’m finally allowing myself to do so, despite my insecurities and inexperience. Thank you so much again for your support!