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yoshkeii · 3 years

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"𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎"

࿐ character(s): Yo Shindo, Sen Kaibara, Hitoshi Shinsou

࿐ genre: sfw, fluff

࿐ type: (crush) headcanons

࿐ requested by: N/A

⌦ support pro hero!reader (he/him)

⌦ cw/tw: mentions of injuries (nothing bad rlly)

⌦ timeskipped ahead till you both are pro heroes

⌦ ‘hero work can be a tough job, and sometimes... you do get cuts and scratches while doing so which isn’t surprising. but getting aid from someone you haven’t seen since highschool??? thats... thats unexpected.”

A/N: ceo of underrated characters? yes’sir !!

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘:

→ when he first saw your figure and your hair color/style, he knew you were familiar. just the odd feeling of a usual yet-unknown thing that lingered his mind, till he had caught your face when your name was called for aid towards another part of the camp area.

→ and yeah, he- he forgot he was in the amidst of a rescue mission. seeing you rush off towards a makeshift tent towards the far left of him, the sound of your hero name ringing continuously in his ears.

→ something so well-known to him, yet it had been so distant till now.

→ although he quickly snapped out of his thoughts before he was brought in under a tent to simply tend to his wounds and injuries he had received from a battle and several rescues earlier.

→ he only waited for a moment, his eyes drifted down towards the dirt floor, observing the many footprints left by rushing shoes of others before him today. before hearing his name come from you, his eyes quickly bolting up to see you at the entrance of the tent only panting lightly as if you had been rushing around.

→ his eyes only widened. you had looked so- so different- but the same... if that even makes sense. he doesn’t know. but he also didn’t care, only because you were in front of him. so pretty, handsome.. fucking outstanding like when he saw you for the first time. ‘..shit the feelings are back-’

→ after that sudden reunion- Shindo had been in denial of the old emotions he had from highschool, both going to Ketsubutsu Academy High School he saw you mostly everyday. in the halls... sometimes before and after school.

→ probably is in denial of it bc he doesn’t really know you- but he really does wanna learn more about you ever since he met you during school. now he really wants to learn more, he wants to be around you more, you give him such a nice fuzzy but bizarre feeling he doesn’t understand. but we all know that wont stop him.

→ Shindo’s definitely bold w/ his actions !! always going for the first move and asking if you have time off or wondering if you both can hangout whenever you hero schedules don’t clash against each others

→ mans eyes would sometimes wander towards your direction whenever you both are doing a mission, knowing both of you won’t be apart of each others operations- due to the different styles and quirks you have.

→ he’ll use that time to specifically admire you- he doesn’t see you a lot okay :((

→ honestly will occasionally visit you wherever you work or patrol at. even if its his day off he’ll use it to just have a little more time with you.

→ he does get nervous around you a lot, that anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach that buzzes his head- sometimes you’ll catch him spacing out bc of it which often worries you.

→ even if you question him about it, Shindo will always dismiss it with a laugh reassuring you he’s alright, genuinely he is- he just’s not ready to spill his thoughts yet to you...

→ he’ll probably have to ask for guidance for that part,, he’ll admit to himself he’s not so good with this crush.

𝙺𝚊𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚊:

→ you and Kaibara were rather close in your highschool days at UA, bonding a few times especially during the Festival the school had held in your first years. but having to be in separate courses- you both didn’t have time to conversate as much as Kaibara would admit.

→ but stumbling upon each other during a run, it was a unexpected surprise. his eyes were fixated on you, relishing in the thought that this.. was you. the boy who he lost contact with after attending school with another, only softly muttering your name under his breath which only caught your attention to stop your walking to look over at Kaibara himself.

→ first with a confused look before smiling softly at him, “No wonder you had looked familiar, Sen.”

→ the gentle mention of his first name from your voice, made memories flash in his head. his face slightly heating up for a reason... he doesn’t want to admit. but after a few exchanges of words you both had gave each other’s a way to contact one another again. which was commonly through the phone with calls or texts.

→ he had to go do his patrolling and overall, scoping out his side of the city landscape for the day. but the entire time after that interaction, his heart was beating fast. one could imagine it was beating out of his chest and no matter how much he wanted it to stop it did not.

→ i feel like he’s- the type to be shy at first. having such a composed (or somewhat-) and calm expression around you, but reality is often having a gay panic under his skin.

→ most likely not the one to text first once you both started conversating, having lightly dry replies only bc he doesn’t want his opinion to falter yours. which will obviously change once he warms back up to you again !!

→ Kaibara probably offered you to work with him at one point, and for many reasons for that. he can list off so many things- please don’t get him started or he might not ever stop.

→ although he may be the “quiet” and “composed” type he can get a little rowdy, often being belligerent at times.

→ would most likely drag you out or plan to do some silly antics.

→ i honestly headcanon that he’s into exploring, maybe slips into abandoned places he finds in urban lands. and into photography !! (hence he canonly likes cameras-) so he probably has his own set to record his ventures visually with you.

→ Kaibara may- or may not post images of you on his social media too. not too much but whenever he has time with you.

→ hence being a pro hero- his fans and community probably... have theories of you too dating- and everytime he sees those comments or mentions of him among posts,, he’s glad you aren’t around to see his face turn into a flustered mess.

→ he really does wanna be with you at some point. lowkey might ask other friends he’s in contact with for advice- although he won’t admit who or give hints to them yet.

→ Kaibara is can be serious, and he is sure serious of asking you out soon... if he can gather enough courage to do so. and hopes- that you reciprocate the same feelings back.

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚞:

→ admittedly, you both had met in several occasions. often on the same teams for any missions within Japan. which- doesn’t give you enough time to have a nice general conversation even if you both have a familiar ties in time.

→ but you had never expected, Shinsou, himself to find you- the soft knocking on the door frame of the infirmary you were in made you jump where you stood. looking over towards the sound to see him, you could hear the lightest of chuckles from him. obviously due to your spooked reaction.

→ pouting a little, you felt the heat of embarrassment rise on your face. crossing your arms as you leaned against the desk behind you, facing him.

→ “Rude of you to scare me like that bedhead.” is all you said, before he apologized for it- somewhat feeling bad but not.. really- he found it pretty cute, but he won’t tell you that. he won’t tell anyone that either.

→ since the mission you both had just finished went smooth and as planned, you decided to stay around a little longer to help. diagnosing injuries and what not was something you were good at, since you had to study for it actually.

→ simply talking about how well the events went, it was a simple conversation between you. sharing some laughs and smiles, ending up taking a ride home w/ another too... god Shinsou missed this, he missed you. this was too close to home for him yet it was so far since graduating hero school.

→ he had used this time to exchanged phone numbers- not wanting to communicate through hero means and contacts, he wanted to talk to you personally.

→ Shinsou definitely offers coffee dates or just a quick trip to a local café to catch up with you; this often happens on Fridays or Saturdays.

→ also probably keeps mental notes of your preferred tastes whenever he brings you out to eat- he wants to know what you like or dont !! just for future gifts <3

→ being the straightforward man he is, he does the bold actions. such as always offering dates hangouts, scheduling plans-

→ but he doesn’t always do this. in fact he does it rarely do to the fact your schedules can be vastly different, so he texts you a lot-

→ which often leads to him checking in on you, always asking how your day is- how you are feeling and such. he’s so fucking sweet :((

→ mans will tease you. Shinsou is quite clever so he can use his word choice to get a reaction out of you, but often.. they are straightforward and to the point. which your dense ass cant understand.

→ but sometimes that dense head of yours- makes him wish you can see and understand the flirts he throws at you. he wishes you can accept his affection-

→ although he surely plans to confess. no matter how’ll long it’ll take, he’s determine to do it. but like others, he’ll be sure to ask his friends like Midoriya for help-

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tiedyemillenialbullshit · 3 years

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Nightmare

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Avenger Reader Word Count: 3,431 Summary: Your best friend finally comes to visit the compound after you join the Avengers. What starts out as a fun night out, quickly turns dire for you and Bucky. Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Feelings, Mentions of Alcohol and Drugs, PTSD/Nightmares, swearing

“AHHHH Y/N!!” You hear her before you see your best friend running towards you, not a care in the world that your entire team has also turned around to watch you two galavant towards each other like long lost sisters.

You catch Sarah in your arms and spin her around.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re FINALLY HERE! And you’re early! Holy shit like I can’t believe you’re finally here in New York!! Let me introduce you to the team!” You grab her arm after she starts to show hesitance in meeting the Avengers all at once.

“Are you sure they have time? I don’t want to be a bother,” she says sheepishly.

“Oh my god Sarah, I talk about you all the time! They’re just as excited to meet you, come on.” You both walk towards the team still staring at you both near the entrance to the compound doing a quick debrief of a not-so-successful mission the day before.

“Guys, this is Sarah. Sarah this is-“ she cuts you off. “I know who you guys all are. It’s so nice to meet you! I’ll stay out of the way, I promise.” Everyone grins and introduces themselves to your best friend.

Nat smiles at you both, “On the contrary, you’re coming out with us tonight! No if’s, and’s or but’s”

Sarah seems to suddenly catch a second wind from her long flight and lets out a squeal of excitement.

You’re the newest to the “official” team, even though Steve and Fury had been trying to recruit you for years. You didn’t like the idea of the world knowing about your skill set and preferred to live a quiet life back in California. Ever since moving here, you’ve felt like maybe you weren’t home yet. Everyone was so nice and welcoming, but you missed your little house hidden in the outskirts of the National Parks in California. You missed the sun, the familiar smell of your patch of paradise and the general sense of room back home. Most importantly, you missed Sarah.

You were reluctant to invite her out to New York at first, but now that things seemed to be going smoothly, you sent for her via a car and private jet thanks to one Mr. Tony Stark. He was more than happy to help you out given your fresh and maybe sometimes bumpy arrival to the Avengers.

As everyone filed inside to break away before the evening festivities, Bucky caught your arm.

After holding you back for a second he said, “Hey, I can totally hang back tonight if you’d rather just be with Sarah and the team.”

You realize what he’s getting at. He also has some lack of feeling settled at the compound. It was something you bonded over when you first arrived. You both had similar pasts, even though they were at the same time lightyears apart.

“Buck, no. I think we’re all going out to Bleaker’s tonight! What’s a better way to get to know the team than bowling, beer, smoking inside, beer, old arcade games, more beer and maybe dancing?!”

Bucky gives you a quick glare out the corner of his eye before wrapping his metal arm around your shoulders to lead you inside after everyone.

“Fiiiiiiine, but I can’t promise I’ll behave.” You giggle, but suddenly feel a couple sets of eyes on you.

“And what do we have here?,” Tony asks with a smirk across his mouth. Sarah seems to be in the middle of an engaging conversation with Steve, so you don’t seem to have an easy out of this encounter. Bucky quickly drops his arm and steps a foot away from you.

“Uh, nothing. Y/N just seemed like maybe she wasn’t feeling well.”

“But I’m fine so here we are - have you seen Sam? Nat? Wanda? I told them we should be ready in a few hours and I jus-“

“Oh for Christ’s sake guys, your secret is safe with me,” Tony winks at you knowingly. You decide to take that as the end of the conversation and rush over to join Sarah.

“So! You have muscles.” Sarah says clearly at a loss of words looking at Steve in a tight shirt.

You and Bucky share a giggle, but pull Sarah away and save her from further embarrassment.

“What the fuck did I just say?” Sarah is about as red as a tomato as you drag her upstairs away from the awkward encounter. Steve looked a little flustered as well, which you file away in the back of your brain.

“Who cares! Let’s catch up and get ready for tonight.” Sarah is your best friend for a reason. Even though it had been 6 months since you last saw each other, it was like it was yesterday. You two spend the next few hours catching up, gossiping about each other’s families, friends, ex-boyfriends, etc.

“So! How are we doing in the boi department?” You turn around and face Sarah at the inquisitive tone in her question.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m good, I’m… I’m doing great, I mean yeah I’m good. WHY?” You’re stuttering and you don’t even care it’s obvious you’re blushing.

“Oh, you know. I mean, I’ve only recently met a few super soldiers, but I do think I can tell the there’s a spark between one and someone else.” Sarah so wants you to spill the tea but you promised Bucky you’d keep it quiet.

“Let’s just say things are developing and whatever you’d like to take from that you may.” You both launch into a giggle fit of her guessing and you denying certain aspects of Bucky Barnes.

When Wanda wanders into your room a few hours later, she starts laughing at what she sees. “You know you two are wearing like the same thing, right?” Exchanging confused looks at each other, you reply with a “AND?!”

Sam follows in with a smirk of his own. You’re bracing for his jokes but instead says “damn, OKAY! Everyone’s looking sharp tonight. Y/N, have you seen our bionic man around? Is he coming? He better come out tonight or I swear to…”

After Sam leaves to go find Bucky, the three of you wander down to find Nat and start the evening off with a shot or two. You aren’t much of a drinker, so one is enough for you. You much rather enjoy the company of your friend Mary Jane.

The team is getting silly with each other in the kitchen and quickly the room is filled with people yelling at each other to pregame harder, laughing when Nat’s little sister challenges Sam to a chugging contest and wins.

You feel a large hand at the small of your back. You can smell his cologne and know who it is immediately.

“Well don’t you look dashing tonight Sargent Barnes.” You lean in on impulse but stop yourself just as the girls turn around to see who you’re talking to.

“I was just going to say the same thing to you, sweets.” He mumbles in your ear before removing his hand and walking over to Sam.

The alcohol decides to hit you then, leaving you feeling empty that he’s not standing next to you anymore. Neither of you had wanted to have the “conversation” but you knew you were head over heels for him.

“CABS ARE HERE” screams Sam.

“Sam. For the love of God, stop watching Jersey Shore.” Natasha jokes to him.

At the same time Steve screams, “I understood that reference!” Eye rolls are exchanged as you all make your way outside.

The atmosphere is buzzing and you’re so excited to not just be out with your team, but to also have the only bit of family you had with you as well. You finally felt at home, at peace, and were ready for a fun night out.

Bleaker’s is one of those hole-in-the-wall dive bars that from the outside seems like a hard pass, but once you’re in, there’s no other place you’d rather spend a Saturday night. It’s true it started as a bowling alley in the 60’s. That still remains. What’s newer is the arcade in the back, where the old salon used to be. Jimmy bought the space next door, blew out the wall and filled it with arcade games that sometimes work and sometimes eat your money.

After years of being regular patrons, he knows your team well. The minute you walk in, he starts up all your favorite drinks.

“Ah! My best customers! I had a feeling I’d be seeing Earth’s mightiest heroes tonight.” You line up at the bar for whatever Jimmy decides you’re drinking tonight.

“Ah yes, two vodka on the rocks for my little Russian assassins. Sam here’s your vodka red bull which I don’t think you need, but here we are. Steve! Your drink of choice: an Old Style. Wanda, a cosmo for my favorite witch. And who do we have here, Y/N?”

You’re already both in hysterics at the old man behind the bar giving everybody a hard time. “Jimmy, this is my best friend Sarah. She’s visiting from California for a few days.”

“And whatever the lady wants can be put on my tab…” Steve butts in. Sarah immediately turns red but says “well in that case I’ll have vodka soda with lime please!”

Bucky has come up behind you and now you’re both laughing and watching the two of them stare at each other like no one else is in the room.

“Oh no, what did you do Y/N?”

“Let it play out, he’s not completely tripping over his words yet, maybe he’ll finally land a good girl.” You hush to Bucky.

Jimmy stares as well in amusement. “And you two? Your usual?”

“Yes’sir!” You shout over the growing music. Jimmy hands you each a jack and Diet Coke. You tell yourself it’s okay because it’s diet, but you know that’s a bunch of bullshit.

The other great thing about Bleaker’s? The dance floor downstairs. You always joke around that it seems like a nightclub that never closes in Amsterdam or something, but you’re serious. It could be 3 pm and sunny and you’d never know. It’s in the basement, it's always dark and the music is almost always too loud.

Usually that would gross you all out, but the energy tonight is pushing you all downstairs.

You reach back and grab Bucky’s hand not really caring who sees. It’s been months of sneaking around and either everyone knows and is playing it off like they don't or you’re really good at hiding it. Regardless, you’re over hiding. Maybe showing a little PDA tonight will get him out of his shell.

Sarah and Steve are no where in sight, assuming they’re ahead of you, you follow the team downstairs.

Minutes turn into hours. Everyone is dancing, laughing, sweating, screaming the lyrics to every song, and for a little while you can forget you’re a group of superheroes, and can just be normal 30-something year-olds.

You mostly dance with Bucky and quickly realize he’s a better dancer than you thought he would be. Those moves from the 1940’s must still be relevant in some way today, because the way he's grinding up on you and not caring if anyone sees just does something to you.

You work the room, finding Sarah, Wanda, Nat, even Steve for a song before you realize you don't see Bucky. You give it a few minutes thinking maybe he is in the bathroom. After 15 minutes though, you grab Steve’s attention and motion for him to check the bathroom while you check outside.

You race to the alley where you find Jimmy on a smoke break. “Hey Jimmy, have you seen Bucky? I can’t find him.”

“Oh yeah, doll, he took off in a cab about a half hour ago. Looked real flustered, but I didn’t want to press.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You thought you felt his mood shift about an hour ago, he was becoming stiff and quiet. You thought maybe he was just drinking a lot but now you’re realizing the loud music, strobe lights and base must have been triggering him.

“Ugh I’m such a bitch,” you huff as you send Steve a S.O.S text.

You: Hey, Jimmy said he just left. I'm sure he's heading home. I'm going to go find him.

Sire Captain Rogers: Go ahead. I think Sarah and I can find something to do while you find Buck. ;)

You: Yeah I’m sure you can.

You: BEHAVE. She’s my best friend.

Sire Captain Rogers: I know Y/N, don’t worry about us. Let me know when you find him.

You lock your phone and hop in a cab back to the compound.

No one is up or around when you enter through the front. The kitchen has been cleaned up, the dishes done. Probably thanks to THURSDAY, Tony’s beta bot for “cleaning up after you assholes trash the place.”

You smirk and head for the elevators. Heading straight to Bucky’s room, you can tell his light is on but something seems off. You don’t like to use your powers on friends or in the compound, but you close your eyes and reach out with your mind to find his aura. Your eyes snap open. You don’t sense him, you just see red.

Taking this as a good excuse to break into a friend’s room, you burst into the room to find it in disarray. Everything is toppled over, broken glass is on the floor, the bathroom light is on, but all you can see is his blood on the door and the floor. You’re panicked, trying to piece together what happened.

Again, you close your eyes and reach out for the familiar energy of Bucky. You find him in your room on the floor.

“What the fuck?,” you mumble and sprint up the stairs to your apartment. You shoot Steve a text on your way up.

You: Found him, looks like a bad one. I’ll let you know if I need you.

Sir Captain Rogers: Thanks Y/N. I’m just a call away, let me know if you need anything. Night.

Upon entering, you sense he’s in distress. His heart rate is elevated, he’s incredibly sweaty and is panting like a dog.

“Bucky? Buck, it’s me, it’s Y/N.”

Bucky stirs and jumps into a defensive standing position quicker than you can blink. You flip the lights on with a “BABE. Baaabe, it’s me. It’s okay, you’re safe. We’re in the compound. You had a nightmare.”

Bucky’s eyes are wide and alarmed, but you can tell the moment he recognizes you.

Rushing over to you, he takes you into a big hug. “Oh my god. What happened? Are you okay, did I hurt you?”

“No Bucky, no I just found you a minute ago. You had another bad one, what do you need me to do right now for you?”

Bucky stands back and rubs his swollen eyes. “I need to shower, can you help me?”

Typically, this is where it gets exciting, but you knew what he means. Water grounds him. He doesn’t feel like he’s falling in water. It helps him visualize the stress washing off of him.

You help him strip and get in the shower, but before you can even take his jeans off, he jumps in and pulls you in with him. You realize how desperate he is for whatever he’s feeling to pass and your heart sinks.

You’re both standing there, almost fully clothed holding each other. This is the worst you’ve seen him in a long time.

“I’m so sorry if I ruined your night, Y/N. The base sounded like the train, the lights looked like the machine they used on me, what the fuck.”

You aren’t sure what to do so you decide to sit on the ground and pull him down with you. You position yourself behind him so his back is in your chest. Even though he’s so much larger than you, he sinks down enough for you to reach over his shoulders and hold him.

“It’s okay Barnes, just breathe with me. You’re safe. You’re with me, and we’re home. Nobody is going to touch you. I’ve got you, you won’t fall.”

You take in deep breaths so he can match your breathing.

After about 45 minutes, the hot water is out in the tank. Bucky sits forward and turns towards you. You want him to lead right now, so you don’t say anything. Neither does he, but the look in his eyes are telling you something about tonight is different.

With a soft smile on your lips, you cup his cheek until he is really looking at you. “Hun, let’s go lay down, ya? Let me help get you dried off.” Bucky hates when you fuss over him, so when he doesn’t argue, you know to be extra gentle with him.

After getting him up and out of the shower, you think skin-to-skin contact doesn’t seem sexual right now, it feels intimate in a grounding sense, and you know that’s exactly what he needs right now. Bucky seems dazed, almost like he got hit too hard in the head. You yourself are of course a tad over-served, and are quickly realizing the adrenaline of this entire situation is rubbing off.

You get Bucky into bed and turn to make sure his phone is plugged in and that he has a glass of water, but he grabs your wrist before you can move away. “Just leave it, it’s fine.”

“Buck, just let me-“ he grabs your wrist harder.

“Y/N. Please just stay here. Please.”

The entire time you’ve been together, he’s done a lot of things but begging you for anything is not one of them. Suddenly the phone and whatever hell else you were doing doesn’t seem important anymore.

You climb into your usual spot next to him and decide maybe you’ll try to get him to open up. The moment the back of your head hits the pillow, Bucky is facing you. His pleading eyes seem like they want to tell you everything that’s going on in his head, but you know pushing him to talk will just make the nightmares come flooding back too soon.

Instead, you decide to lay on your back and pull him to lay on your chest.

“Just listen to my heart beat, Bucky.” You hear him take a deep breath and settle into your chest.

You start and stop yourself from trying to say something comforting. You’re terrified to say the wrong thing at such a crucial moment. Typically these bad episodes are reserved for a Steve house call. You realize as he’s settling into a comfortable position that he hasn’t asked you to call Steve yet. Bucky trusts you in a way you didn’t realize until now.

You don’t know when, but you start humming the first calming song that comes in your head.

I’ll be seeing you In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces All day through

Bucky picks his head up to look at you. Oh fuck.

“Where did you hear that song?,” he says to you with shiny eyes.

“You sing it all the time when you’re concentrating. I looked it up and added it to my ‘bath time/relax’ playlist. I didn't know Billie Holliday was a favorite of yours."

Bucky was looking at you like maybe this was the first time he saw you, like really saw you. “My mom used to sing that around the house when she was missing my dad.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I can hum a diff-“ you’re cut off with the most searing kiss Bucky has ever given you. He’s crying when he pulls back to look at you again. “Will you keep singing it?”

In that small cafe The park across the way The children's carousel That chestnut tree, the wishing well

By the time you finish the second verse, he has physically relaxed in your arms. You continue rubbing your hand up and down his back and shoulder, stopping to play with his long hair every once in a while.

I'll be seeing you In every lovely summer's day In every thing that's light and gay I'll always think of you that way

“I forgot how much I love hearing this song sung around me.” Bucky whispers so quietly you almost miss it.

I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you…

You stop your caressing when you feel him sit up on one arm.

He leans down to kiss you but stops short to whisper “I love you Y/N.” You kiss him back and wrap your arms around his shoulders, and when you say “I love you too, Bucky,” you’ve never been more sure of something in your life.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #marvel fanfiction #bucky fluff #steve rogers

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bugaddict · 2 years

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(I had this idea… Tim sitting off a pier w his feet/legs in the water and Rhys hanging off the ledge, head resting on his arm, while they look up at the stars. Tim pointing out constellations and telling Rhys the tales about them. I picked Orion.)

“You see those three?” Tim then asked, gesturing at Orion’s Belt. The small siren let out an interested chitter and picked his head up to follow Tim’s fingers towards the line of three identical stars. “That’s the great hunter, Orion. Well… that’s his belt. His legs are those two there and… you can see him raise his club above his head…right…there.”

“Hunter?” Rhys huffed, ear-frills pinned back against his head.

Tim let out a warm chuckle and lowered his hand before he continued on, “Orion was the son of a poor man who was one day visited by Zeus, Hermes, and Poseidon—“

The siren perked up. “Poseidon?” He beamed.

“Yes’sir,” Tim chuckled. “And even though that poor man had only one ox, he killed it jus’ta feed his guests, not even knowin’ they were gods. The gods wanted to reward his generosity by grantin’ him a wish, and the man’s greatest desire was to have a child. So the gods told him to bury the ox hide, and nine months later… Orion was born in that spot.”

A small wave splashed over Tim’s shins, and Rhys rose with it. The water this time of year was so warm, but even the heat of the tropics didn’t compare to the feeling that swelled in Tim’s chest seeing Rhys like this. He could see the stars glistening in Rhys’s eyes.

He pressed on, not to get lost mapping new stories within them.

“Orion grew up to be a strong, handsome man, and he was such a good hunter that he was hired by the king to kill the ferocious beasts that were terrifying the island Chios and it’s people,” Tim leaned back on the pier, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better look at the sky above. “And Orion was so happy with his own success, he said he would kill all the wild animals on the earth.”

Rhys’s nose crinkled, a small flash of teeth showing in disapproval. As charming as it always is.

“All of them?” Rhys asked. Tim offered a nod, confirming the outrageous declaration and it only made Rhys’s ear-frills flatten again. “He can’t do that…can he?”

“Don’t worry,” consoled Tim. “Gaia wasn’t happy with Orion either, an’ she sent a giant scorpion to kill’em. Orion’s sword was useless against the beast, so he tried to escape, but in th’ end the scorpion won. Stung him to death. An’ Gaia… well, she placed ‘em both in th’ sky.”

Tim continued, “To remind us to respect th’ worlds’ animals. Orion is allowed to hunt peacefully now, but soon Scorpio will chase Orion out of the sky.”

It was quiet for a moment after that. Tim laid all the way back, folding his arms behind his head with a yawn.

“Will you show me Scorpio when he comes?” Rhys eventually asked, eyes spitefully fixated on Orion for a while longer before he turned back towards Tim.

“‘Course,” he promised. He’d show Rhys the entire world if he could.

#siren au #siren but not that siren #rhysothy #siren Rhys #pirate tim #Southern Hemisphere means it’s warm when you can see Orion #just for context #don’t think too hard #just enjoy the cute #I’m putting mythology in this au I don’t care if it’s not accurate #there’s too many Greek parallels in borderlands for me to ignore it #and I’m going to in fact feed on it

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Sometimes Stupid

Commission for @randomfandomfan from one of their many prompts they gave me. Took forever bc of work and life and also???? Now I have a cat??? So that's fun. But this was fun to write. Read it here on AO3

Set post TLO and pre HOO (and a little bit post HOO). Under a cut for length.

Contrary to popular belief, Leo Valdez was not stupid.

He was an idiot, at times – for instance, maybe running away from his seventh (fifteenth? He’d really lost track at this point) foster home wasn’t the best decision he could have made, especially given that it was the middle of summer and oh, also, hurricane season. And okay, maybe he should’ve taken more with him than a single change of clothes, a box of Ritz crackers, a pocketknife, and a water bottle that had definitely seen better days, but he was in a rush, okay?

But he wasn’t stupid.

When he ran away from his foster homes, Leo tended to stay away from people where he could. And if he had to be around them, he cleaned up, smiled brightly, “Yes ma’am”ed and “Yes’sir”ed to an obnoxious point, and lied his pants off. People were less likely to call the police on a Hispanic kid if they thought he was just a darling little angel waiting for mom at the grocery store, and the last thing he needed was the cops in his business.

Not that it hadn’t happened, of course. He’d dealt with cops of all kinds – nice cops, bad cops, black cops, white cops (WAY too many of those, in his opinion), the occasional cop who would speak Spanish with him, cops who were just there to write a report and move on with their days – cops.

He tried to stay away from them.

Which meant sticking to beaches and forests, lakes and campgrounds, middle of nowhere places with no people for miles. Leo was good at disappearing. Hiding.

But there were always times when he needed an adult. When he needed to hitchhike, or when he needed food to the point of near passing out. Once for serious medical attention. There was a system to what adults you could trust.

Never cops. You could never trust the cops, no matter what naïve white parents thought. Leo had been in cuffs enough to know that was false.

You also couldn’t usually trust priests. They meant well, sure, but they always ended up calling the authorities in the end. That, or they tried to convert Leo to Catholicism, and while one of those encounters had ended with a swiped bottle of watered-down red wine and a night that made him vow to never drink again, he wasn’t trying to contact the church.

(THAT night, Leo would say he had been stupid. He could admit that)

Homeless people were usually okay. While a lot of them were very suspicious of everyone, almost every homeless person he’d ever met would point him in the direction of food, water, free showers, free clothes, or a library (his saving grace during the heat of the summer and the cold of the winter). The times when he came across gay homeless people were when he felt safest – they especially never pressed him about his background. Ironic, really, that he felt safer with strangers on the street than his foster homes.

Moms were sometimes okay. Especially if they were Hispanic, or black, or just anything but white. They, at least, wouldn’t call the cops on him. But they were also hit or miss – sometimes they helped in way of a meal, or a new bottle of water. One mom even took him to the store and got him new socks and underwear (he had cried that night). But other moms rushed him away from their precious babies. Some moms called him ungrateful for the “space he had.”

Dads were a never. Leo never went to men if he could help it, even if they had children with them. He didn’t trust them as far as he could throw them, and that wasn’t very far.

But it was hurricane season. And he was on the coast. And it was downpouring, and he was starving, and the only people he had seen for miles were a white couple, a man and a woman, standing on the porch of a somewhat rundown shack that Leo would’ve probably thought was abandoned if he hadn’t seen them there.

The man was tall, peppered hair that was shifting more to salt, with a rough beard and a pair of glasses perched on his nose. The woman at his side was short, probably Leo’s height, with dark curly hair and vibrantly blue eyes. It was streaked with gray, but she was, admittedly, a very pretty woman. Something about her smile put Leo at ease.

He clutched his backpack tighter in his fist and stumbled over the sand towards the shack, ankles rolling uncomfortably on the wet ground. He was sure he looked atrocious, sure that the moment they spotted him, they’d shriek and cuss him out and lock the door.

But then he coughed, hard, his shoulders shaking, and the woman whipped her head around. He watched her eyes widen, watched her tug at the man’s sleeve, and then she was bolting – barefoot, Leo noticed – down the steps and over to him.

He flinched when she wrapped an arm over his shoulders, jolting out of her grip more from habit than anything else. She froze, holding both hands up and relaxing her stance. “Hey, honey. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Somewhere deep down, Leo’s brain was scoffing at the patronizing words. But on the surface, he focused on the words, and then sharpened his eyes onto the man as he approached, phone in hand. “I-I c-can’t-”

The woman looked back, down at the phone, and her shoulders stiffened. “Paul, put the phone away, please.”

Her voice held an intonation that Leo couldn’t decipher, but the man – Paul – instantly shut the phone off and pocketed it. The moment it was gone, Leo let his shoulders loosen, and he looked at the woman anxiously. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I-I just…”

“Hey.”

Her arm was more cautious this time, sliding around Leo’s shoulders with a pace that would let him move if he wanted. He didn’t, just let it happen, and then the woman was easing him over the sticky sand and up the steps of the shack, Paul close behind them. He stopped at the door, pushing back hard against the woman’s guiding grip. “I don’t want to ruin your house,” he managed.

The woman’s laugh was…well, to be perfectly honest, it made Leo feel warm. Like she could never hurt him.

Those are usually the most dangerous people, his mind tried to reason with him.

“Sweetheart, it’s just a rental cabin. Besides, I’ve had far worse than a little sand and water on my floors before.”

Before he could wonder at that sentence, she opened the door and nudged him inside. The second that Paul closed the door, the sound of the wind died down and the chill in the air evaporated. Leo realized he was shivering.

The woman’s hands were warm on his cheeks. “My name is Sally, hon. You are-?”

He usually gave a fake name, but – “Leo, ma’am.”

“Don’t you ma’am me,” she scoffed, her voice easy as she helped Leo to the couch. “I’m not that old, am I Paul?”

Paul put his hands up. “I abstain from answering.”

Sally scoffed and pressed a cool hand on Leo’s forehead. “Can I take your backpack, sweetheart?”

Something like panic flared in Leo’s chest, and Sally must have seen it, because she pulled her hand back and held it up. “I’m not moving it far, I just want Paul to dry everything out for you, okay?”

Fingers shaking, Leo shrugged off his bag – the one he’d been carrying for nearly three states – and passed it over to her. She took it like it was a priceless artifact, and handed it to Paul with more tenderness than Leo had ever seen given to an inanimate object. “I think my son might have left some clothes here while he was with us last week,” she said, voice soft. “He’s a little older than you, so some things might be big, but is it okay if we give you some of his clothes while we dry out yours?”

Leo swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Um. Yeah.”

She stood up and left with Paul, giving Leo a moment to be alone and take in the cabin around him.

It was old, but obviously well taken care of, with weathered planks of wood gracing the walls and the floor. He was in the living room, full of mismatched couches and chairs and a bookshelf stacked full of books and games. He didn’t see a TV in sight, but he wasn’t expecting to find one. He stood shakily, suddenly very aware of how wet he was getting the couch, and wrapped his arms around himself as he explored the rest of the main room.

The kitchen was small and cramped, but he could smell something full of tomatoes and spices in the oven that made his tastebuds water. He didn’t dare look for fear of getting caught, so he stepped away and into the tiny dining area. There was sand on the floor, spread thin and fine, and it was such a small thing, but it made Leo relax even more – Sally meant it when she said she didn’t care about him ruining her floors.

But she and Paul had been gone for a while, and Leo wasn’t stupid, okay? It didn’t matter how well intentioned someone was, they always thought they knew better, and if they were gone too long, it meant they were trying to decide for him. So he crept towards the hallway they’d vanished to, praying that he didn’t step on a squeaky board. Old homes always had them in the most inconvenient places.

“-not answering?” he picked up Paul’s voice saying.

“No,” Sally said, a sigh in her voice. “He did say he and Annabeth were on a date, but I didn’t expect them to be in Paris of all places. How did they even-?”

“Can you get ahold of Chiron?”

Not the police, then, Leo reasoned, unless they knew an officer by that name. He leaned a little closer.

“No – I try not to call the camp unless I need to. Phone lines and all that, you know?”

Paul huffed. “I know. And Rachel is at art camp, right?”

“Yup,” Sally said, and Leo heard a sound like a blowing raspberry. “He clearly isn’t aware of anything, Paul. He’s terrified.”

“Probably a runaway,” Paul hummed, and Leo flinched at the damning statement. “Met a couple kids like that teaching.”

He looked like a teacher. You couldn’t trust most teachers either, Leo had learned. They were just like priests. Tried their best, but they always inevitably called someone.

“What did you do? Who did you call?” Sally asked, and Leo stiffened. Here it comes, his brain taunted.

“No one,” Paul said.

Leo blinked, taking a slight step back. What?

“Kids don’t run away for no reason, Sal. Especially not kids like him. Perce taught me that. I mean, maybe in my early days of teaching, I might have called the authorities, but ever since this summer I…how could I risk that? Even before then, I mean…the stories I’ve heard from some of these kids I’ve talked to. We don’t know anything about him. If he ran away, all this way, in this weather? It was bad, love.”

Leo’s throat ached.

He’d never, the whole time he’d been in foster care, ever heard an adult admit that they were wrong to call the authorities on him. Never heard an adult take his perspective into account, especially without even knowing him. Never had an adult admit that his life could be anything other than ideal.

He took another step back and oh shit, there it was, the cursed piece of wood in every old house to ever exist. He cussed under his breath and ducked his head as Sally stepped into the hallway. He refused to look up at her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “You were just gone for a while a-and I thought you might be calling someone.”

No verbal response. Instead, a soft bundle of fabric was pressed into Leo’s hands. He startled, gripping onto the clothing, and looked up at Sally and Paul with wide eyes. Paul shook his head. “We’re not calling anyone, son. Not if you don’t want us to. But we do ask that you get cleaned up, before you catch pneumonia.”

Sally tilted her head towards the door across the hall. “Let me know when you’re done, I’ll toss your clothes in the dryer. Paul was just finishing up dinner when you came along. Do you like lasagna?”

Leo’s mouth watered at the thought of eating any kind of food that wasn’t stale crackers and canned tuna. “Yes ma’am.”

“What’d I say about that ma’am nonsense?” Sally scolded.

Leo ducked his head, trying to press down the tears. “Yes, miss,” he chuckled.

Sally laughed as Paul headed for the kitchen. “It’s a start, love.”

Sally’s son’s clothes were soft, well loved. They smelled like sea water and lavender detergent, and though the t-shirt was a gaudy orange with letters so faded that Leo couldn’t read them, he sank into the fabric with a sigh. Sally had also passed him a pair of sweatpants, and Leo hoped that her son wouldn’t be mad if he ever found out that some random foster kid had borrowed them.

If he was anything like Sally, though, Leo had the feeling he’d like him.

His hair was still wet, but this time from a shower, and Leo couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten to stand under an actual stream of hot water without people literally timing him to make sure he didn’t take too long. He stood in front of the mirror, sighing a little at how skinny he’d gotten. He’d always been small – being skinny only made him more of a punching bag for the bigger foster kids. His hair, untamed from weeks of running, hung in his eyes, and he wondered briefly if Sally might have a hair tie he could borrow.

He left the bathroom and crept into the dining room, where Sally was setting the table and Paul was pulling one of the most beautiful lasagnas he’d ever seen out of the oven.

“-texted me, said they’d be back tomorrow morning. He offered to come back sooner,” Sally was saying as Leo stood in the doorway, “but I know he and ‘beth haven’t really gotten to go on any non-monstrous dates recently.”

She blinked when she saw him standing there, and her smile softened into something warm and inviting. “Come on, hon. Paul was just getting dinner out.”

Maybe it was the malnourishment, or Paul’s cooking skills, or Leo’s exhaustion, or a combination of the three, but Leo had never tasted such good Italian food in his life. He downed one, two, three pieces and a full salad before he finally slowed down. To his relief, neither Paul nor Sally gave him any grief about how many pieces he took. Honestly, he thought he watched Paul actively make his slices bigger than theirs.

They’d clearly been talking about their son when he came in the room. This guy was in Paris, on a date with his girlfriend, and he was coming back tomorrow. Leo wondered just how rich this family was – the dad was a teacher, but Sally hadn’t said what she did, and Leo was a little afraid to ask.

When Paul brought out a pie for dessert, Leo almost cried. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had any dessert fancier than a stolen Ding Dong from a corner store. Paul definitely gave him a larger slice than them, and as he ate it, Sally poked at her own pie.

“Leo, we’re not going to pry,” she started, gentle. “Your story is yours, and I know how tricky it can be to share yourself and your past with new people.”

The sad smile Paul shot her didn’t go unnoticed by Leo, and he internally bristled at the thought that this wonderful mom in front of him could understand anything about how he felt, because that meant that she’d gone through shit she didn’t deserve. He said nothing, though, just nodded.

Sally eyed her pie thoughtfully, stabbing a blackberry that had escaped the crust. “But I feel like…well, I feel as though my son especially can relate to how you’re feeling, or at least some of it. If you’d be willing to wait for him to come home, maybe we can figure some things out together.”

Leo felt lost. He’d been lost a lot before, but this was the first time it was mental and not physical. “What?”

Sally looked up, seeming to realize that she’d baffled him. “I mean…”

She looked at Paul, and Leo looked between the two of them, tightening his grip on his fork. They were having a silent conversation. Leo hated when adults did that. “You mean you want to wait until I’m asleep so you can call the cops o-or foster services or-or just wait until your son gets back so he can tell me to get out.”

He shoved his chair back from the table, tears prickling at his eyes. Every time. Every time. He always got his hopes up, always thought he’d found the perfect people, people who got it, and every fucking time, he-

Hands settled on his shoulders, and he ripped away, scowling at Sally. Her eyes were sad, and Leo felt an unwelcome stab of guilt in his chest. “That is not what we were suggesting, ever, honey. I would never call foster services, first of all. They’re atrocious, especially for kids of color.”

Leo jolted back. He’d never had a white woman actively acknowledge his race so bluntly before – it was usually partnered with some demeaning comment about “his kind” of people. He eyed Sally warily.

She lowered her hands, keeping them on her hips where he could see them. “Second, I’d never call the police either. You’re not a problem, and my son has had enough unfortunate encounters with them for me to…distrust them severely, to say the least.”

Her son had-?

“I just…we know a place. Where you would genuinely be safe, hon. No foster homes, no cops, with people who get it.”

She was lying. She had to be lying, no matter what Leo’s heart said. But she wasn’t going to let this go, and he knew it. So he sighed, fidgeted with his fingers. He wished he had something to build. “Okay. I’ll wait for your son to get home.”

Sally relaxed, and Leo gave her a thin smile.

He helped her and Paul clean up the kitchen, put away the leftover lasagna. Sat with them and did a puzzle, played a game of Clue with them. Fixed their radio for them, much to their surprise, and then watched with a small smile on his face as Paul and Sally danced around the living room together. They tried to get him to join, but he’d never been much of a dancer, so he declined.

They bid him goodnight around 11, and he shut the door of their son’s room, let the hours tick on.

At three am, he got up, changed back into his own clothes, left the borrowed ones folded neatly on the foot of the bed. He took a flashlight from the bedside table and slid it into his backpack, stepped out of the bedroom and avoided the squeaky floorboard.

The tool kit from fixing the radio was still on the coffee table, and he picked it up with only the slightest feelings of guilt. Went through the cabinets and pulled out sleeves of crackers, a box of granola, eyed the leftover lasagna with a sad gaze. He found a roll of toilet paper under the sink, a bottle of hand sanitizer in a junk drawer.

He paused by the game of Clue, left out on the table from their match, and let his fingers trace over it sadly. His gut screamed at him to leave. His heart screamed at him to stay. He wasn’t stupid.

Leo had always trusted his gut.

He pocketed the candlestick piece and turned for the door, flinching the second his eyes landed on Sally.

Her hair was done up in a braid, her pajamas wrinkled, and the moon shining through the window reflected the sadness in her eyes. Leo opened his mouth, but couldn’t find it in him to speak – the lump was back.

She stepped forward and he shut his eyes, expecting a lecture. Instead, her hand cupped his cheek. Her other hand pressed into his, and he gasped as he felt the telltale touch of money in his fingers. He looked down at the wad of cash – he couldn’t see how much it was, but he knew that he didn’t deserve it. He looked up at her, panicking. “I can’t-”

“Stay, I know,” she whispered, and that wasn’t what he’d been planning to say, and he knew that she knew that. “I understand, Leo. I understand, sweetie.”

The sob slipped out before he could stop it, and Sally’s eyes softened. She bent at the hip, pressing a soft kiss to his curls. “When you end up meeting my son,” she murmured, “come visit, okay?”

Leo had no idea what that meant, but he nodded, if only to appease her. “I’m sorry,” he croaked.

She squeezed his shoulder. “Nothing to be sorry for, honey. Be safe.”

Sally watched him go, watched him shut the door behind him, and he looked down at the money in his hands with a choked feeling in his chest. It was more than he’d held in his entire life. He couldn’t take it, but he knew she’d be upset if he didn’t. And if there was one thing Leo refused to do, it was make Sally more upset than he already had.

So he pocketed it and, with an aching heart, stepped off the porch of the cabin. The storm from earlier had died down, and, fingers tight on his backpack straps, he started making his way up the beach.

Percy was bouncing up and down at the entrance to Camp Half Blood, fingers curled around Annabeth’s hand. “Do I look okay?” he asked for probably the thousandth time that morning.

Piper rolled her eyes. “Percy, it’s your mom. She doesn’t care what you look like.”

Percy shot her a mock glare. “I haven’t seen her in over a year, McClean, sue me.”

“You look fine, Perce,” Annabeth laughed, kissing his cheek. “She’s gonna mostly care that you’re alive.”

“Okay but this tattoo-”

“Sorry, you vanished on me for over a year, crossed the globe, and you got a TATTOO?” came a very scolding, very obviously Mom Voice, and Leo snickered, turning to see who was about to absolutely whoop Percy’s ass.

And he stumbled on his own feet, lips parting as Sally (Sally Jackson, his unhelpful brain mocked) appeared at the top of the hill. Her hair was a little grayer than it had been when Leo met her, her hips a little wider, but her smile was the same, her laugh as Percy launched himself at her the same peal of delight Leo remembered on his toughest nights, and when she caught his eye over Percy’s shoulder, her smile only widened.

Okay, so sometimes Leo Valdez was kind of stupid.

#percy jackson #pjo #leo valdez #heroes of olympus #pjo fanfic #my writing #sally jackson #paul blofis #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo

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technoplaguearchive · 5 years

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Cruel To Be Kind (4/4)

If he had been asked, Bakugou didn't think he would have ever been able to predict the awkward fucking day he was about to have. But one ruined pastry later and his life goes in a very different direction, one he finds that isn't wholly unpleasant.

Pairing: MidoriyaxBakugou / BakuDeku Rating: Teen & Up Category: M/M Fandom: My Hero Academia | Boku No Hero Academia Originally Published: April 16, 2019 on AO3 Chapter: 4 of 4

No.

Had he really just said no? To the man he’d been in love with for years? No?!

Oh fuck Mina’s right, I’m a psychopath, he thinks derisively.

When he sneaks a peek at Midoriya’s face out of his peripheral, the nerd looks stricken and pale. Any other day that might have been funny but in this context it’s just awful. The green haired man’s eyes have gone wide and he’s staring at Bakugou in open surprise. Bakugou is honestly surprised that he hasn’t seen any kind of pain set in yet, right now it’s just shock.

He watches his mouth open and close several times before Midoriya finally settles on closed and then turns away. His profile is that of a defeated man and Bakugou hates himself for it. He’s the cause of this hero, his hero, looking like the world is ending and there’s nothing that can be done to save it.

“Fuucckkkk.” He drags his hands over his face after setting his food down and falls back into the comfort of the couch. He’s half-tempted to blow something up to run off some frustration but this is not the time- and everything that could be blown up has been before or it got moved specifically so he wouldn’t while he was gaming or something. Kirishima has actually been the one to suggest moving everything away from the couch after a really intense gaming session where he’d singed several pillows and blown up two good tea mugs. He’d actually been a little upset about the mugs but Kirishima had come through and replaced them.... well, he’d replaced one and after he relayed the “hilarious” story to everyone, Midoriya had actually found a replica of the other and given it to Kirishima to give to Bakugou. The stupid nerd had known it was Bakugou’s favorite mug and had taken it upon himself to fucking replace it when it was Bakugou’s own stupidity that had broken it.

A puff of sound beside him reminds him that Midoriya is beside him. He turns his head to finally get a good look at the man and wishes he hadn’t; Midoriya is smiling that weak ass smile he used to get back in high school when shit was bad and he hadn’t mastered the “it’s all right” grin yet. Bakugou feels his insides twist and he pitches forward to shove his head between his knees, instead knocking his forehead on the table and reeling backwards from the pain with a scream.

Midoriya is quick to action, leaping the space between them and landing astride Bakugou to inspect his forehead. Bakugou, romantically inept cur that he is, panics and shoves Midoriya backwards off of him. What happens next is Midoriya sitting squarely on the cream cheese pastry and spilling Bakugou’s coffee everywhere. In response to this, Bakugou can only stare with fingers pressed to his forehead and a shocked expression.

He was so fucking stupid.

Midoriya’s lower lip trembles and he makes no effort to move from his pastry-laden spot, instead those big green eyes starting to water and those perfectly freckles cheeks mottling with embarrassment. Bakugou can only stare at watch the whole fiasco unfold. What could he possibly do to salvage this? Midoriya only wanted to talk and Bakugou has instead catapulted him onto the table like some kind of freak.

The men spend several minutes staring at each other, cheeks red, before they look away and anywhere but at each other. Finally, tentatively, the blonde reaches a hang out shakily and casts a glance to Midoriya sideways. The pain on the nerd’s face is too much to look at directly and the pain in his chest at being the cause is almost too much to bear.

“ ‘m sorry I shoved you. Panicked,” he rubs the back of his neck with his free hand then looks directly at Midoriya’s heartbroken face, “Just hungover still, is all. Sudden touch is too much right now.” The realization settling over Deku’s face is like the dawn breaking and Bakugou feels himself smirk ever so slightly.

Midoriya takes the offered hand and pulls himself up, letting go almost immediately to try and assess the damage sitting on a once delicious pastry has done to his shorts. His face breaks again into disappointment and he groans. Bakugou laughs only slightly, clamming up when Midoriya shoots him a glare and raising his hands in a small surrender. “I just bought these shorts,” the green haired man laments in a voice just short of crying.

In one fluid motion Bakugou stands and gestures for Midoriya to follow him as he strides back towards his room. He only assumes he’s being followed if the startled “yes’sir” is anything to go by. He may not have any shorts that’ll fit, fucking nerd was built like a house, but a good pair of sweats or gym shorts should work.

Now that he’s showered he feels a little less like crap and can finally take stock of the situation his bedroom is in; several pairs of clothes are strewn everywhere. He can only assume in an attempt the get pajamas last night he’d thrown everything around... however that doesn’t explain the underwear on his pillow. He hadn’t noticed them this morning and he’d slept next to them. Gross.

Midoriya seems to find it all amusing though and is giggling as Bakugou scoops all the clothes up and deposits them in a hamper in the corner. “Shut up, nerd,” he growls menacingly. Midoriya only laughs more.

With an exaggerated eye roll Bakugou grabs a pair of gym shorts from a drawer and all but throws them into the other man’s chest. “Fucking change, you’re not sitting on my couch with your cream cheese ass.” At the look of barely constrained amusement from Midoriya, Bakugou let’s little explosions pop in his hands. “Change your fucking clothes or I’ll change them for you, nerd.”

This seems to work in getting Midoriya to take him seriously and he watches him scramble towards the bathroom to change shorts. Idiot.

When it seems to be taking a longer time than anticipated, Bakugou raps his knuckles on the door and calls out, “You need me to come in there, Deku? It’s just a pair of shorts, I can’t imagine you’re having issues with such a simple thing.”

The sound of things clattering to the floor is his answer and he doesn’t wait before slamming the door open to be greater with an unexpected sight; Midoriya is sitting on the counter in his underwear with various bathroom products scattered about him. His own shorts are on the floor and the loaned gym shorts are clutched in his hands.

Bakugou can’t be held responsible for his next actions, any reasonable person would have done the same. Or so he tells himself afterwards.

The next few minutes seem to pass in a blur of consciousness for the blonde. He vaults over the cargo shorts on the floor to scoop Midoriya into his arms, despite the man’s protestations, and carries him out of the bathroom. Midoriya is flailing and stuttering the entire time, right up until Bakugou dumps him on the bed on his ass and starts wrestling the shorts from his grip. In his panic at being caught Midoriya’s fingers have tightened on the shorts and he flat out refuses to loosen his grip. The litany of “Kacchan what are you doing” and “Kacchan, what the hell” is incessant and only stops when Midoriya finally relinquishes the shorts because Bakugou is all but crawling on top of him. Bakugou lets out a triumphant “Ha! Damn right, nerd” and waves the shorts in the air before he jumps off and turns to face the red-faced man sitting on his bed. In the back of his mind all he can focus on is Midoriya shyly sitting on his bed, scarred fingers clutching the wrinkled blanket and cheeks a crimson they rivaled Kirishima’s hair. How has Bakugou never noticed how well shaped Midoriya’s legs are? They’re all muscle and it’s a surprise he’s not salivating. He’s always been a sucker for a nice pair of legs and fuck does Izuku have a gorgeous pair. He can just imagine grabbing a hold of them and feeling those muscles under his fingers...even his teeth and lips.

But there was a bigger problem to address and he needed to get ahold of himself; no shorts.

So Bakugou drops to his knees and before Midoriya can process what’s happening Bakugou is sliding the shorts over his legs and pushing him backwards into the bed to finish pulling them up. When he seems to finally register what’s going on Midoriya panics and flails our, clocking Bakugou right in the side of the head with a, thankfully unpowered, fist.

This is what finally knocks Bakugou to his senses. Well, that and the sudden blossoming need to puke. He falls backwards onto his ass, straight on the floor, and stares as Midoriya sits up in all his flushed glory.

“Ka-Kacchan?”

Bakugou stays stock still with wide eyes. He’s barely even registered he was punched, his brain is now deciding to play back with frustrating high definition what he had just done.

Midoriya is suddenly kneeling in front of him, shorts in place. (When had he done that?) One Of those scarred hands reaches out slowly, presumably to cup his face if the hand gesture is any indication. “Kacchan? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you! Let me check and see if you’re okay.” His fingers barely make contact when Bakugou ruins everything again.

“Oh fuck.”

There’s the vomit. Finally. He all but shoves Midoriya into the bed and scrabbles like a deranged crab towards the bathroom. He slips briefly on the discarded shorts and curses their existence before making it to the toilet to dry heave the barely existent contents of his stomach into the bowl.

Agony.

Red blossoms behind his closed eyelids like droplets of blood. He hopes faintly it’s not blood, even though blood would make no sense.

How the fuck do people enjoy drinking if this is what it’s like? Holy shit this is truly awful! Does Mina have to do this every time she drinks? That’s gotta he really unattractive to any guy she brings home. And what about Kirishima? Ugh. No way shark-teeth would ever get a kiss if this was what happened when he went out! Gross! Who honestly thought drinking was fun if this happened! Maybe Pinky was right this morning and there was a problem. This kind of drinking had to stop, can’t always drink away your stress-

“You’ve thought about kissing Kirishima?”

Of course! Who hasn’t thought about kissing Kirishima? What with those weird teeth and those big dumb adorable eyes and he pouts really cute.

“I mean, I guess Kirishima is kind of cute. You guys would be really cute together.”

Gross, no. Kirishima isn’t his type.

“You just said he was cute.”

“I definitely did not.”

A gentle hand lands on his shoulder and jolts him back into his body. He turns to find a pair of soft, worried green eyes staring at him. The smile on his lips doesn’t quite meet his eyes and Bakugou is confused. “You definitely did, Kacchan. You were mumbling between trying to...puke.” He lets out a sad little laugh.

Bakugou screws his eyes shut and melts backwards into the warm body behind him. “I did no such thing, nerd. You can’t prove shit.”

This gets a genuine giggle from Midoriya and it goes a little towards easing him. “I’m really sorry for punching you, Kacchan. I think I may have hit you too hard and you’re in love with Kirishima now.”

Bakugou mimes vomiting and is promptly dropped onto his back so his recliner can avoid being puked on. “Not in love with Kirishima,” he mumbles from his spot on the floor, eyes still shut against the bright lights in his bathroom, “never Kirishima. Don’t like red heads. His legs are too bulky anyways.”

“I think you’re still drunk.”

Bakugou slaps away the hands trying to lift him by his armpits. “Hungover as fuck. Who let me drink this much last night?” The question is mostly rhetoric... mostly. He does kind of want to know why Kirishima didn’t knock his ass out.

The hands are more insistent this time and he’s hauled to his feet rather reluctantly and only after complaining that the floor was colder. With help he half walks to the bed and flops down onto his back, reminiscent of awful his awakening this morning. Midoriya plunks down on the other side of the bed and keeps quiet. Bakugou cracks his eyes open to see what the nerd is on about and sees him just staring with a small smile. “What, asshole?”

“You’re kind of funny when you’re hungover.” He shrugs and then toys with the hem of his shirt. “You’re a dick when you drink but you’re funny when you’re hungover. I wish you wouldn’t drink so much though,” he whispers the last words as he looks up to meet Bakugou’s red gaze.

Unable to stand the guilt Bakugou looks away. “Tch. Not drinking this much ever again.” He swivels his head back, slowly, to peg Midoriya with a hard stare. “And I’m not a dick when I drink.”

“You actually kind of are?”

“Why would you think that?”

Midoriya lets out a huff of breath and shuts his eyes tightly, like he’s bracing for some huge impact or to get screamed at. Which, depending on what he said, the latter might happen, hangover be damned.

“You yelled at me a lot last night. And you tried to fight me.” He opens his eyes to see Bakugou’s placidly watching him, waiting. When the blonde nods for him to continue Midoriya answers with his own small nod. “We haven’t fought since we were kids, Kacchan. You were really mean last night. I only wanted to help.”

“Spit it out, nerd. What did I do? PinkyPie said I fucked up.” Midoriya nods again and Bakugou growls. Of course he’d fucked up. “Something about love confessions.”

Midoriya’s wince is all the confirmation he needs. “You got really mad at me. I wanted to apologize. I know you don’t feel that way about me and I shouldn’t have brought it up, especially when you were drinking and not in the best state of mind. It was clear all night you didn’t want to be around me but I pushed, and I’m sorry. I kept following you like we were kids again.”

Both men laugh at this. “Not mad about the confession.” He looks back over to see Midoriya staring at his lap so he reaches out and slaps the back of his fingers against the nerd’s knee. “Hey, look at me.” Midoriya grants the request and looks up under his lashes. “Fuck do you even know how stupidly attractive you are when you do that? Fucking quit” he growls as he slaps his hand harder against his knee.

“Ow! That really hurts!”

“No it doesn’t, asshole.”

“You’re being so mean, Kacchan. You must be feeling better if you’re being this mean.” Despite his words there’s a small smile tugging at Midoriya’s lips and Bakugou sighs at the sight. The nerd really was cute. “You aren’t mad that I confessed?”

“Seriously that’s what you fucking took from that? God you’re dense as fuck.” He rolls over onto his stomach and scoops Midoriya down to him with an arm around the man’s waist. The squeak he gets from it is adorable, like a fucking excited puppy. Midoriya uncharacteristically stays in Bakugou’s grip, but stays tense under the arm. Taking this as a good sign Bakugou continues. “I’m not mad about the confession, dipshit. I’m mad at the how. And I called you attractive and you completely skipped over it in favor of hearing I wasn’t mad about your shitty ass love confession.”

“It’s not nice to say someone’s love confession is shitty!”

Bakugou pushes him away and rolls to sit up with a half-hearted glare. “Well it was. That is honestly the worst way to confess! How do you expect someone to reciprocate if you think telling them you love them in a back alley is okay?”

“How would you do it, then? It wasn’t exactly planned! Not like it matters, you said no twice now and you’re being really scarily calm about it.” Midoriya doesn’t seem offended or scared anymore, but he’s not entirely at ease in Bakugou’s presence.

Bakugou shoots him a smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief despite their tiredness. “Nah, I ain’t gonna tell ya. You don’t deserve to know. You’re not smooth enough to pull it off anyways.”

The pillow that hits the back of his head is unexpected and he turns startled eyes to Midoriya who still had the pillow clutched in his hands and an enthusiastic smile on his perfectly kissable lips. “You’re a bully, Katsuki.”

Bakugou Rios the pillow from his hands and throws it back at his face with a laugh. “Damn straight, idiot. Now let’s go back to our coffee, my mouth tastes like shit.”

“Good thing I’m not allowed to kiss you, I’d hate to taste that.”

The unexpected words cause Bakugou to stutter-step as he’s climbing off the bed and he almost faceplants.

“HAAAAA?”

Midoriya tosses him a sly smirk on his way past into the main area. “Kirishima probably wouldn’t mind though.”

Bakugou watches the nerd walk, no- fucking sashay, back to the couch without moving. That cheeky little shithead...he’s actually kind of more in love with him for it. “Oh you’re so in for it, Izuku Midoriya. I’ll show you who wouldn’t mind it” he mutters to himself as he moves to rejoin him on the couch and resume the free, and probably cold by now, coffee.

The next few months pass by too fast for Bakugou’s liking. He’s so occupied on trying to dial back his drinking that he doesn’t even notice the city getting colder. All in all, he’s done really well. He hates to lose, after all, and this is just another type of competition. He’s managed to get it down to drinking once a week, and he’s made a deal with himself that he won’t even do that if someone comes over. He’s trying to be better. The BakuSquad has started randomly showing up on his time off if it coincides with theirs, and it’s kept him alcohol-free for quite a few nights. It doesn’t always work but it helps.

Mina attributes the ‘easiness’ of his quitting from him not really being addicted, but Kirishima seems proud of him all the same. And Bakugou can’t stand making that idiot sad so he keeps trying. When he proudly proclaimed to Kirishima one night that despite having the day off and no one coming over he hadn’t drank, Kirishima had kissed him. And Bakugou hasn’t really minded, but they both knew it wasn’t right. So Bakugou had tactlessly said the teeth weren’t as bad as he imagined and dove in for one more kiss. The night ended with both men deciding they wouldn’t work out, and Kirishima trying to psyche Bakugou up to confess to Midoriya. Bakugou’s response had been to tell him he’d only do that when Kirishima stopped crushing on him. That was how he found out Kirishima had been thinking about asking out someone he worked out with, and he couldn’t have been happier for his friend. But of course he wouldn’t tell him that, so it was a shoulder bump and an “About fucking time, shitty hair.”

And so the months passed in more or less the same fashion. He kept busy at work and if he was stressed too much he called Ashido. He took her up on the offer of listening if it was needed. And more than once she stuck her pink fucking nose in his business and asked how it was going with Midoriya. Every time he shot her down and told her to shut the fuck up if she knew what was good for her. Turns out she did, in fact, know what was good for her after the tenth threat to her life.

Speaking of the nerd, he learned to ease up...some. He wouldn’t fully ease up until he confessed himself and got a yes. On the chance Midoriya turned him down, he didn’t want to admit to being a lovesick fool. It was easier to pretend nothing existed than to be a mopey imbecile. He could be normal angry Bakugou if it didn’t work out and no one would be any the wiser.

But it was time to finally admit he needed to do something about this. His time with Midoriya was getting harder to stand. There was only so many times he could shrug off a touch that lasted a bit too long or a stare that lingered. He had a suspicion Midoriya was catching on but Kirishima assured him that the nerd still firmly believed Bakugou was not interested and was just behaving weirdly because he wasn’t drinking as much.

Idiot.

When snow finally came to visit their city he couldn’t put it off anymore. The time to tell Midoriya was now or he risked losing him forever. He couldn’t stand seeing the man’s face in magazines with the words “hottest bachelor” stamped across the pages. Those dweebs didn’t even know Deku, not like Bakugou did. And he’d fucking show them. Deku wasn’t a bachelor, oh no. He just didn’t know he belonged to Bakugou...yet. But that was going to change. Tonight.

Midoriya usually got home around 8pm if his texts from the last week were anything to go by. It was 7 now, which gave him an hour to get flowers and candy and half an hour to obsessively rehearse his speech. Half past 8 seemed a good enough time to show up, it gave Midoriya enough time to settle in from work. Fuck he hoped the nerd wasn’t in the shower when he showed up. No, scratch that, he could be in the shower but only if he invited Bakugou to join him and-

“Fuuuccckkkk.”

He bangs his head on the metal pole beside him on the train. He was getting so off topic thinking about a naked and wet Deku. Mentally he shakes himself and chastises that he needs to get back on task, stay focused.

The flowers were easy, he could grab some of those funky colored carnations he saw online. People dyed them all kinds of crazy colors and he had a feeling Midoriya would like them. Orange and green, that’s what he wanted. He would mimic their hero suits and make the damn nerd swoon from his attention to detail. Deku was always into sappy shit like that.

The candy, well... that one might be harder. Deku loved chocolates but there was one brand that he had once threatened to dismember Bakugou over if he ate them all. It stuck in his head only because he couldn’t remember the little jackass ever threatening to rip his arms off before. Ochako has laughed like it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard and when Bakugou aimed a rather large explosion her way Midoriya had chucked him across the street like he was a rag doll. Needless to say, he was never forgetting that fucking candy.

8pm on the dot his phone vibrates with a message from Deku.

DEKU: just got home. Have a good night! Let me know if you need to talk and I can come over or call

Bakugou huffs out a small laugh at how predictable his little nerd is. No, not his yet. But tonight he will be. This thought makes him smile as he finally strides into the complex Deku lives in. Okay, so half an hour to stand out here like a creep and practice what he wants to say. He could totally do this.

“Deku- no, shit. Can’t call him that for this. Gotta do this right!” He slaps his cheeks with a growl and mentally starts over. Just then his phone buzzes again and he sees messages roll in from the group chat.

RIOT: good luck tonight! Zappy-Boy: you got this, man! SeroIsBadAtNames: go get em! AlienQueen: don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, sweetie <3

Of course Ashido would be weird. He types out a response with a smile.

Blasty: you do everything, and everyone AlienQueen: how rude AlienQueen: but seriously, good luck Katsuki Blasty: thanks, idiots Blasty: if I don’t respond...idk. It could have gone either way RIOT: he loves you, shut up. You got this!

Of course Kirishima was super excited about this. That man had become his number one supporter since they’re little rendezvous.

He silenced the device and slides it into his pocket. No more distractions. He starts psyching himself up again.

“Izuku. I know we haven’t always gotten along-“

“You’re right, we haven’t.”

A shock jolts up Bakugou’s spine at the voice. That voice. Slowly he turns his head and gets an eyeful of Deku bashfully standing at the base of the stairs, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Deku, you damn nerd! I’ll kill you!” Honestly who could blame him? The nerd had snuck up on him! “Who do you think you are, sneaking up on me?”

Deku giggles and Bakugou feels his heart soar at the sound. He would kill to hear that for the rest of his life. “I didn’t think it was sneaking, Kacchan. You’re standing in my parking lot like a creep.” At Bakugou’s scowl he offers a huge grin. Then, noticing Bakugou trying to hide things on the ground, he tries peeking around. “Whatcha hiding?”

“N-nothing! Back off,” he shouts. He can feel the sparks in his hands and quickly closes them to smother any explosions.

His stutter and evasiveness only seems to pique Midoriya’s interest and he skips, actually skips, the distance between them to stand almost nose to nose with his visitor. “You’re hiding something, Kat-su-ki.” He pops each syllable of his name and smirks at seeing the blush rise on Bakugou’s neck.

Bakugou pushes at Midoriya’s chest to no avail and the green haired man just laughs. “I’m glad you came to see me. Why don’t you come on up and ai’ll order us a pizza.” Without waiting for an answer Midoriya spins on a heel and starts off back towards his apartment. When he reaches the stairs and Bakugou still hasn’t joined him he calls back, “I’ll go up first and leave you to gather whatever you’re hiding. I’m assuming it’s for me if you were hiding it from me,” he grins, “That’s cute.”

Oh there was no way the nerd didn’t know Bakugou was in love with him.

Quickly he scoops up the gifts and darts off after Midoriya. The apartment’s front room is as he remembers it; sparse living room decorated in blues and yellows and reds. Still obsessed with All Might. He laughs a little and looks over to see Midoriya putzing around the kitchen, presumably looking for a pizza menu. “Usual for me, you know what I like” he calls out. Midoriya nods without looking back and dances a little when he finally finds the menu. Adorable idiot.

Figuring this is his best chance Bakugou deposits the gifts on the small table. Midoriya would see them, sure, but maybe he could knock this out before food was delivered. He didn’t have a speech yet but he could do this, he’d wing it. He can hear the call ending in the kitchen so he prepares himself, standing beside the table so everything was in view.

Midoriya’s face as he turns the corner and sees the display sours Bakugou’s mood instantly, however. Instead of awed, the nerd looks confused and keeps glancing between the gifts and Bakugou like he’s not sure who anyone is or what flowers are. Maybe he should have been holding the flowers? Shit. Quickly he picks them up and crosses the room to stand before the other man. Midoriya looks slightly taken aback and backs up, Bakugou trailing him until he’s flush against a wall with the blonde looming over him. “Kacchan? What’s going on?”

Bakugou groans and rolls his eyes and shoves the flowers against his chest. “I had this all planned out, shitty Deku. Of course you’d ruin it.” He waist until Deku accepts the colorful carnations then stuffs his hands in his pockets. “They’re for you. The chocolates too. They’re the ones you like so much.”

Midoriya peers around Bakugou with wide eyes. When he alights in the chocolates he darts past the blonde to get to the table. Immediately he drops to his knees and touches the box reverently, acting like he’s not sure it’s real. A little hurt at being abandoned over candy, Bakugou turns to give him an earful but one look at those tear filled eyes has him swallowing his words. Midoriya looks so happy.

“Kacchan. You got all this for me” he chokes it, words caught between sobs.

Bakugou nods and sits beside the other man on the floor. He needed to do this now before they got derailed or Midoriya got the wrong idea.

“Why would you get me these things? I mean, it’s really nice of you but you’ve never done this befo-“ Bakugou places his palm over Midoriya’s babbling mouth, effectively cutting him off, smiling at the wide eyes and the red growing on the other man’s face.

“Let me say what I need to say, and then I’ll let you babble away for the rest of the night. Nod if you understand.” Midoriya nods eagerly behind Bakugou’s hand and he grins. “Good boy.” Midoriya blushes even more at the praise, so Bakugou files the knowledge away for later.

He clears his throat and grabs one of Midoriya’s scarred hands in his own. The shock from the other man almost has them pulling apart but Bakugou holds on tighter. “Izuku, I know we haven’t always gotten along. We grew up together and I made your life a living hell. I thrived on it, even. But I watched you grow with jealousy. I think that was why I was so hard on you. Even quirkless you were a better hero than I could be. And then you got a quirk and suddenly I couldn’t keep up. But when we graduated, I watched you rise through the ranks with fondness. Before that, even, I think the jealousy faded away to an acceptance. I was even proud. You were going to be so much better than me, and I had a new goal to strive towards. But I-,” he swallows past the lump of coal burning in his throat, “I didn’t know how to tell you I didn’t hate you anymore. You kept being nice and I didn’t deserve it. I think I was punishing myself on your behalf. I thought I didn’t have a right to your kindness. So I kept pushing away. But the further I got the more I hurt. It hurt to be in your orbit, too, but for a different reason.” He threads the fingers of their joined hands together and squeezes lightly. Midoriya looks like he wants to cry and Bakugou’s not far behind. “It took awhile to realize, but it hurt to be in your orbit because I love you and I didn’t think I deserved that. I was awful to you, I didn’t deserve to love someone as pure as you. But, that didn’t stop the feelings from being there. And, well, I finally realized I can’t keep putting it off. The options were speak up or step aside, and I don’t like backing down. I think you know that better than anyone.” Midoriya is actually crying now and Bakugou reaches out with his untethered hand to wipe a few tears away. “So, Izuku Midoriya, I love you. I’ve loved you for years. And I felt you had the right to know.”

Silence stretches between them, punctuated only by their heavy breathing. It gets tense before Midoriya breaks it, mercifully. “You told me no, Kacchan.”

He doesn’t want to admit that this breaks his heart. He knows how Midoriya felt now at hearing those words. It’s a soul crushing feeling. He starts disentangling their fingers so he can make a quick escape. “Yeah, I guess I did. I wasn’t happy with you confessing first and in a shitty back alley and in that situation, so I said no. Like the fucking psychopath I am.” He climbs to his feet and double checks he’s still got his phone and everything else on him; check, all there. “I understand that I did irreparable damage. But, I thought you should know. And this was kind of how I planned on confessing for awhile now. You asked how I would have done it? This. This is how I would have done it.” He laughs suddenly, tears now spilling down his cheeks. This is an unfamiliar feeling and he hates it. The only other time he’d felt like this was watching All Might retire. “Just maybe without the rejection. But don’t worry about it, s’all good. We go back to normal now. You can keep the flowers and chocolates, I’m not that much of a dick.”

He takes a few steps backwards, trying to etch this last look of Deku in his brain, and then turns to leave. He gets another two steps before a green blur tackles him to the side and they go skidding across the floor and into a wall. Logically he knows it’s Deku but his training kicks in and he pops an explosion against the wall to stop himself from hitting it hard.

“DEKU WHAT THE FUCK I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU!”

The nerd’s face is buried against his chest and he’s heaving great sobs and soaking Bakugou’s shirt through. “Oi, nerd. What the fuck?” He grabs a fistful of Midoriya’s hair and yanks, pulling the blubbering man’s face up to see what was going on.

Midoriya looks a right mess but he’s smiling as big as All Might and Bakugou is so confused. Hadn’t he just rejected him? Why was he smiling.

“Deku what the fuck?”

Midoriya laughs suddenly through the tears and unwraps his arms to wipe the tears from Bakugou’s face. “You’re so dumb, Kacchan. You never listen to me.”

“Hey, shitty nerd. I just poured my heart out and now you’re being rude?”

“No!” Midoriya sits up suddenly astride Bakugou’s hips. “Listen to me, Kacchan. Just listen.” He plants his hands firmly on Bakugou’s chest like he plans on keeping him in place forcefully if necessary. “You told me no. But then we talked, and you said I was attractive. And you said you weren’t mad. So I thought, maybe there was hope? And I’ve been trying to give you space! But Kirishima said you had big plans!”

“Hair for brains is getting his ass kicked for this.”

“Don’t interrupt me, Katsuki! You have no manners! But I was giving you space to get used to me loving you, and to see what you’d do. But you had told me no, and that crushed me. But I didn’t stop loving you, you big idiot.”

“Watch your mouth. You’re hanging out with me too much if you’re getting this mouthy.”

A devilish smirk crosses Midoriya’s face and it’s so at odds with his tear stained face that Bakugou has to laugh, but it ends when Midoriya brings his face level with the blonde’s underneath him. “You can watch it for me. I’ve seen you doing it, Kacchan. You think you’re subtle but you’re not.”

He plants a palm in Midoriya’s face and pushes, shoving distance between them. “Says the man I caught checking my hungover ass out. You’re one to talk, Izuku.”

“Say it again.”

Bakugou shoots him a glare. “Getting a little demanding. Wanna say please? And elaborate?”

“Say it again. My name.”

Bakugou is admittedly taken aback but does as asked. “Izuku.”

Midoriya’s smile is blissful. “Again” he pleads.

Bakugou smirks and closes the distance between them, sliding his knees between Midoriya’s. “Izuku,” he whispers, bringing their faces closer. “Is this what you wanted, Izuku? You wanted me to beg for your love?”

Midoriya shakes his head but his face tells a different story; he looks completely enraptured. “I never want to make you beg. Unless that’s what you like, then I guess we can-“

Mood gone.

Bakugou covers his mouth again and narrows his eyes. “Stop talking. You ruin things. And who said there’s a we?”

“Mwycanbugthooifthasswatyouslike.”

Peeling his hand away he wipes it on his jeans with an overly disgusted face. “What the fuck did you just slobber all over my hand to say?”

“I said, I can beg too if that’s what you like.”

“Jesus Deku you can’t just say shit like that. How are you so nonchalant about that?”

“I mean, I can’t say I haven’t pictured it. I’ve had a lot of time to come up with fantasies and I guess since we’re confessing to things tonight and we feel the same there’s no point denying it.”

“Deku, I’m going to kiss you but I need you to shut the ever loving fuck up. Your lips are doing completely the wrong kind of movement and I physically can not take any more of your inane blabbering.”

“So mean, Kacchan!”

Bakugou grabs a fistful of Midoriya’s shirt and hauls him forward, clashing their lips together in the worst first kiss imaginable. Even kissing Kirishima wasn’t this awkward.

Midoriya looks blissed out though when they pull apart and Bakugou pushes him away again. “You need practice. You’re gross.”

Midoriya just nods and stumbles to his feet, pulling Bakugou up with him. “Yeah. Okay, we can practice. You’ll teach me. I’ll learn your moves again.”

“Nerd.”

“Your nerd.”

At this, Bakugou can’t help but smile. Yeah, certainly his nerd. For as long as the little idiot would have him. “Yeah Deku, my nerd.” A knock on the door interrupts them and Bakugou groans. Fucking pizza man. He spins Deku and plants a boot in his ass to push him towards the door. “If I open the door with a hard on I will have to blow up the delivery boy. Get the pizza so we can eat and I can ravish you.��

The look of delighted terror on Midoriya’s face is enough to feed Bakugou’s sadistic ego for years to come.

Hours later, as they lay on Midoriya’s floor after eating too much pizza and making out for far longer than decent, Bakugou reflects on what brought them here. What brought him to this happy place that he never thought he deserved.

His plan hadn’t worked like he’d wanted it to, but he had Midoriya now. It worked out. And he would work every day to keep that smile on his nerd’s face. And for him, he’d stop drinking altogether. He never wanted to forget Midoriya confessing his love ever again.

And if he had it his way, they’d be confessing their love every day until they were nothing but dust.

#bakudeku #midoriya x bakugou #bakugou x midoriya #my hero academia #mha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

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whumpbby · 5 years

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Bruce asks Robin Jay if he'd like to spend the day at the museum, and Jay is all bouncy serious like 'what darstardly villain has their eyes set on the museum???' and starts going on about the museum's layout and the security weak points and Bruce has to come to terms w the fact that his son doesn't even appear to vaguely entertain the possibility that Bruce just might want to spend time with him

Aww:)

Imagine now that Bruce rolls with it, but says “This is an undercover mission so we have to go as civilians.” So they dress up in their best civilian disguises, so even the most tenacious paparazzi wouldn’t recognise them. Alfred drops them off a couple streets from the museum and with a little curl to his lips says “Have fun, sirs.”

And Jay is so serious about it, so prepared to do his best, and Bruce keeps the straight face all the time.

So, they go to the museum and Bruce is like “There’s this exhibition, I suspect something fishy, but have no proof, so I need you to keep your eyes peeled when you look around. But we have to be careful, so you should act like a normal kid.” And Jason is like yes’sir!

But, as it happens, the exhibition runs along Jason;s interests and soon enough he’s all lost in being impressed with everything and sticking his nose to the glass and not just acting like a kid, but being genuinely impressed. He geeks out and tells Bruce about this or that information ‘that can be useful for the investigation’. And at some point Bruce goes away with a “I’m going to check out security.”

And when he comes back 10 minutes later he has a soda and some candy with him ‘to keep up the appearances’.

It takes Jason almost all of the outing to cotton on to the fact that he’s being setup by Bruce;] Once he does, he’s touched. But because Wayne men don;t gush about their emotions, he uses the ‘disguise’ to cover it - the boy he’s pretending to be gets clingy and holding Bruce’s hand and ‘dad this’ and ‘dad that’ and generally being so cute Bruce just can’t TT

By the end of the day Jay wears himself out, so Bruce ‘in disguise’ hefts him on his back and they leave the museum to go and have a burger in the local joint.

From then on, every once in a while they have these ‘Investigations’ where they visit fun places and have fun:)

#headcanon #daemoninwhiteround2

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thedistantstorm · 5 years

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Day 17: “There is just something about them.”

Fandom: Destiny

Pairing: Amanda Holliday/Sloane (mentioned), Hawthorne/Zavala

Warnings: Titan dinner parties, Guardians asking for relationship advice

She's not on leave for long. Hardly a week and she'll be headed back to methane rain and stormy seas. Even so, she ends up spending half her time around command, so accustomed to military life she doesn't know what to do with herself. Or, at least that's what she does until Amanda gets out of the hangar, most days. That girl always has something up her sleeve.

It's been a really good leave.

The one night she has plans with someone who isn't Amanda, she knows she'll end up seeing her anyway. They have quite a few mutual drinking buddies, and everyone frequents the same(best, in her opinion) bar. Just so happens - coincidence, yeah right - that it's the one Zavala designates as their go to for their 'socials.'

Really, it's more like a family dinner but with beer instead of food. The Hunters might have their secret meeting spots, and the Warlocks could have their innumerable book clubs. Sloane knows for certain that the Titan orders are the envy of most.

After all, how often did Ikora or Cayde essentially open the floor - and their bartab - to their subordinates?

Thus, when Thursday night came around, Sloane was excited to kick back and shoot the shit with her people. She'd caught up a bit with Zavala, but he was a busy man. There had been new Titans since the Traveler woke and she was looking forward to meeting them, as well. Hopefully it happened before she was off her tits, but if they don't make themselves known, it's not her problem.

Titan is a dry planet. She hasn't been drunk since before the War.

It explains why Shaxx is already hollering and handing her two pints when she cracks the door open. Sloane guzzles the first pint in one go, rallying the troops and getting a helluva howl out of the Crucible handler. When she looks up, Zavala cracks a rare smile before tipping his mug her way in an acknowledging toast.

Sloane grins. Her shoulders relax, she’s confident but at ease. It's good to be home.

One of the Titans down at the end - not a Kinderguardian, but wasn't risen until well after Twilight Gap - brings up relationships. Not an unusual topic. In fact, the only unusual thing about it is the vein of discussion the younger striker brings up, loosened up enough not to feel like her superiors are immediately judging her.

"So I met this guy," She starts, still a little nervous, but she follows it off with a big gulp of ale. She's a pretty Exo - her faceplates are shiny and pristine, and her eyes are yellow, yet kind. "Back at the Farm. And I just… he asked me out."

The table erupts in bawdy calls, some reaching out to slap her on the back, others smirking with glee. "So what's the problem? He a Hunter or something?" Someone closer to Sloane's side of the table questions. "Do it. Go out!"

She sighs, wrapping both hands around her mug before saying, softer, "He's not a Guardian. He's human."

The table falls silent. Sloane exhales slowly, controlled. It's not common, at least, it wasn’t very common before the war, but she understands if better than most. Zavala looks to her, and she meets his gaze grimly. She knows he’s not stupid, he all but raised Amanda, and she has no doubt he knows they have something going on. Both blink in concern toward their sister in arms.

"I don't think I could do it," A sentinel next to Zavala says, setting down his mug. "It's-we're not," He scratches the back of his head. "I mean, they die."

"We die, too," Another sentinel, an Awoken female with a shaved head, points out. Looking towards the Exo, she asks, "Is it the one who patched you up after Hawthorne brought you in? He was soft-spoken, but kind."

Exos can't flush, but there's a little hiss of air from a vent near the plates of her cheeks. "Yeah," She admits, wringing her hands now. "That's the one."

The table dissolves into murmurs, easily washed away by the sound of patrons around them.

"I say go for it," Sloane tells her. The lower-ranking Guardian's head rockets up, her surprised optics meeting russet eyes. "I mean, just because they don’t live as long, doesn’t make it less special. If you have feelings for them, why shouldn’t you?”

“I’d feel like a guard dog,” One of the few Sunbreakers among them comments. “It just… doesn’t sit right with me. They’re fragile. I’d be worried about hurting them.” He turns to the man next to him. Slyly, he adds to the guy next to him, “Especially in the bedroom.”

Zavala clears his throat, and the other Titan withdraws from that branch of conversation.

“What say you, Commander?”

The rest of the table looks to him immediately. The poor Exo who’d started the conversation looks rather concerned - torn between desperately wanting the advice and fearing he’d deter her. It’s obvious, Sloane can see it on her face.

His Ghost appears beside him before he can answer, and he looks to her. Whatever they say is not verbalized, it’s a flick of a shell, the twitch of his lips, the move of an eyebrow, the shift of his gaze. She disappears for a moment, then reappears, dipping in a delicate nod.

The bar door cracks open, and Shaxx is bellowing again. “Now the party is really starting!” He beckons the newcomer in. “Here to show these Guardians how to really throw ‘em back?

The woman is dark-skinned and drops her hood the moment she’s inside, short hair smoothed back as though the hood is still in place. “Next time, Shaxx. I’ve got places to go tonight.”

Shaxx grins, and Sloane tilts her head, brows furrowing. Zavala clears his throat again. “Hawthorne.”

Sloane looks over at the woman. So that’s who she was. They’d crossed paths on comms and in strikes. Zavala had introduced them a while back. “Yea-ah?”

He doesn’t smile, but his eyes warm, she notes. Hawthorne heads to his side of the table as he fills her in on the situation. “One of my Titans is wondering about dating a human. Care to weigh in?”

If she’s surprised, she doesn’t look it. Sloane watches them share a nearly expressionless glance before Zavala’s eyebrow goes up, anticipating her response.

“Can’t speak for you all, but,” She looks up and away, as if considering, but Sloane can read her posture. She’s not trying to consider a response, she’s trying to word it appropriately.

One of their brood starts talking before she does.“The whole immortality thing-”

Hawthorne snaps,“You think it hurts watching someone age? Imagine being the one knowing you’re going to leave someone you care about alone.” Her eyes are cool, but there’s something there, in that gaze. Sloane crosses her arms. One of the Sunbreakers grumbles, and a Sentinel elbows him.

Sighing, the woman looks around the table before settling on the Exo as if knowing she was the one who needed the advice in the first place. She leans forward when she speaks. "If I were to hypothetically date a Guardian it'd be for the same reason I'd date anyone else,” Hawthorne tells her. “I wouldn't care about super-strength or glowing fists, I'd care about the person behind them. If they tried to protect me from the world I'd be really angry. I can protect me. I'd just want them to, y'know," She pauses awkwardly, swallowing hard, her gaze flitting around the table, from Sloane to the Exo, lingering on Zavala for a beat, then back to the Exo paying rapt attention, "Be with me. As equals. And whatnot."

Sloane can’t help but find Zavala’s gaze, wondering what he really does think of such relationships. He’s not exactly- She loses her train of thought, when she realizes he’s not looking at his Titans at all. He’s looking at her. Hawthorne.

“I agree,” He says to her and she smirks right into that very open Zavala stare like it’s commonplace.

“Of course you do,” Hawthorne chides, head shaking in a small movement as if she’s incredulous he has to say it aloud. “I’m right.”

“So, you’d date a mortal, Commander?” The Exo asks quietly.

Zavala rises instead of answering, saying, “You’ll have to excuse me. It’s about time I turn you over to Shaxx so you can start making a dent in my glimmer.” The group laughs, well aware they’d be drinking up a small fortune with Shaxx at the helm of the evening’s affairs from here on out.

“Wow, is it ten already?” Shaxx queries mildly, sitting at the bar behind the table. “Almost past your bedtime, Commander,” He chides, not unlike an elder brother. Snickers are hidden behind hands at the teasing.

“It’s only half past nine,” One of the Titans’ Ghosts informs the group.

“Not at all,” Zavala apprises Shaxx. “I simply have other plans.” He looks down at the Exo, placing a hand on her shoulder as he passes, squeezing gently. “Have a good evening,” He tells them. “Stay out of trouble.”

The chorus of ‘yes’sir’s that follow is met with a kind gaze and a fatherly nod. Hawthorne, Sloane realizes, has all but faded from their purview. Sloane catches sight of her by the door, Zavala’s Ghost phasing in front of her face, saying something Sloane can’t make out from a distance.

“I can’t believe he didn’t answer you,” One of them says to the Exo, breaking the Deputy Commander’s reverie. She shrugs, returning to her beer, the group growing quiet. It would likely be the last silence that would pass for the night, knowing how Shaxx’s portion of the festivities went.

“Pay attention, Titan,” Shaxx says, wistfully, nodding to the door. “I think you’ll find his answer.”

Hawthorne is waiting for him. Zavala. His Ghost bobs up and over her Guardian’s shoulder delicately. He holds the door open for her, the worn bell tinkling as he lets it go. They see the pair in the window at the font of the establishment, Hawthorne pulling up her hood, Zavala’s arm slung across her shoulders. Whatever they’re saying, they’re smiling. There’s nothing romantic about it, yet that’s why it is. It’s comfortable. Heartwarming. A type of ordinary Guardians yearn for but rarely find.

“Wow,” The Exo whispers. "I didn't-"

“There’s just something about them,” Shaxx croons, still in that gentle register. “Blink and you’ll miss it.”

When the group stays quiet, Sloane can help herself no longer. “Alright, which one of you is going to explain how that happened?” She asks, motioning to the bartender for more pitchers of ale. She makes a note to her Ghost that in the event that she blacks out that she be reminded in the morning to ask Amanda why she didn’t tell her, to which her Ghost snidely remarks that no amount of alcohol will wipe something this surprising from her memory.

Shaxx drops down from the bar and slams his pint on the table beside her, the mood righting itself as he laughs. “It’s a long story. But we’ve got time. And ale.”

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josjournal · 6 years

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Sterek Valentine Week - Day 2 - Bear/Bare

Derek hated carnivals, but Stiles loved them, so he was spending his Saturday night trailing after his boyfriend as he ran from booth to booth eating everything he could get his hands on before riding on every ride until eventually the combination of activities caught up with him. Stepping off the Zipper, Stiles’ skin was waxy and his eyes dulled, the acrid smell of nausea wafted off him as Derek led him to a picnic table, forcing him to sit while he went to grab a bottle of water.

The line for water was longer than he’d planned and by the time he’d returned to the table, Stiles was gone. With a sigh, Derek followed his scent which was less toxic than it had been when he’d walked away. He finally found Stiles standing in front of one of those milk bottle games, bouncing a ball in his hands as he glared impressively at the stack of bottles behind the counter. He pulled back and tossed the ball, missing the stack completely and pouting when the guy running the game laughed at him.

“C’mon, give me another three,” Stiles said, handing over a five dollar bill which the guy took eagerly.

Derek watched as Stiles went through all three balls and pulled out another three balls before handing over another five dollars. When Stiles was down to one ball, Derek stepped up and took it from him and threw it without really looking, chuckling when the three bottles spilt off their table with a loud clatter. The guy behind him grabbed down one of the giant dinosaurs that were hanging above the tables.

Derek tried to hand the purple triceratops over to Stiles, but he had disappeared. With a shrug, Derek tucked the giant orange triceratops under his arm and started walking.

He found Stiles at a dart game booth, tossing darts and missing every balloon. One of the darts flew so far off target, it almost hit the girl working the booth. With a huff, Stiles handed over more money and took three more darts from her before she backed away and hid in the corner. Even going so far as to grab a giant red gorilla from above the dartboard and holding it in front of herself.

Just as Stiles held a dart up to shoot, Derek grabbed it out of his hand and tossed it at the board, popping a balloon. He smiled at Stiles who dropped the last two darts on the counter in front of him with a huff before turning and striding away, a peppery scent he’s always associated with Stiles’ irritation following behind him. Confused, Derek picked up the last two darts and threw them at the board listening to the quick ‘pop-pop’ of two more balloons bursting. He took the gorilla the girl shoved at him before taking off to tail Stiles through the crowd.

He found him standing in front of a basketball throw game, digging in his pockets and pulling out cash before handing it to the bored looking teenager running the game. The guy quickly made the change in his apron before handing Stiles three basketballs. Derek watched in interest as Stiles came very close to making the first basket bouncing it off the backboard, but it managed to bounce off the rim and hit the ground. He didn’t have better luck with the next two balls, but he just reached into his pocket again to buy three more balls.

Before he could throw one, Derek stepped in and grabbed the ball out of his hand with a smile, setting the gorilla and dinosaur on the ground before turning. He looked at the basket and the ball in his hand, sizing it up and realizing that the rim of the basket was exactly the same size of the all in his hands. Werewolf powers would do nothing to help him get the ball in the basket unless he did something about the size of the ball. Focusing, he let one claw pop out and scratch into the ball, feeling and hearing the slight release of air. Before the ball deflated too much, he threw the ball with accuracy learned from his years on the Beacon Hills High School basketball team and watched it go through the hoop. The teenager behind the counter’s jaw dropped as Derek repeated the move with the next three balls.

Taking the enormous yellow dolphin from the teenager, he turned to hand it to Stiles, surprised when the boy looked at him with wide, wet eyes and stormed away. Exchanging a glance with the guy behind the counter who shrugged and turned his attention to another person waiting to play the game, Derek picked up all of the stuffed animals, beginning to feel a bit bogged down with the toys. It was harder to move through the crowds with the animals in his arms, but he had won them for Stiles and didn’t want to get rid of them.

He decided to take the toys to the car before continuing to search for Stiles, eager to find him and figure out what had set him off. He was passing the kids rides when Stiles’ scent reached him, the negative smells tempered by the apple spice scent of his excitement. Looking around, he found Stiles kneeling next to a kiddie pool underneath a booth. He was waving his hand overtop it, wiggling his fingers in indecision. Just as Derek walked up, he plucked a plastic duck from the water within, splashing water as he lifted it into the air and flipped it over.

“Yes!” he shouted, jumping to his feet and doing a ridiculous dance making the girl working the booth laugh and give up a scent of interest at which Derek growled.

Stiles handed the duck over to the girl and took something in exchange. He turned to Derek, his eyes bright with happiness and a smile so large it looked like it hurt. Holding his hand out, fist closed over whatever he had been handed, he waved it at Derek. “I won you something!”

“You...you won me something?” Derek asked, setting the toys down on the ground to take the item from Stiles.

“Well, I kept trying and you kept taking over and winning everything, but I wanted to win you something because you came to the carnival with me even though you hate them.” He shrugged as Derek stared down at his hand. “And it took playing a game that everyone wins and it’s only the consolation prize, but I still won it!” His voice was losing confidence as Derek’s silence went on. “It’s stupid.”

Stiles only got a few steps away, shoulders slumped and feet shuffling before Derek grabbed him by the arm and whirled him around in his arms, kissing him before he could even make a noise of alarm. When the kiss broke, Derek held up the small white teddy bear key chain that Stiles had won so it was next to their heads. “I love it,” he told Stiles.

“Yeah, right,” Stiles said, kissing him quickly on the lips before pulling away. “I’ll meet you at the car.”

Derek gathered up the toys and followed Stiles, wracking his mind for something to say to fix the situation. He kept the soft bear clutched in his hand, feeling the softness of the fur and the hard plastic of the keyring. He really did love it because it was a gift from Stiles and even more because he’d worked so hard to win something for him. His guilt over letting his instincts to provide take over was eating away at him as he arrived at the car, spotting Stiles leaning back against the passenger door, staring down at his phone, but Derek could tell he was just looking at a dark screen.

He glanced down at the prizes in his arm and then looked up as he saw a family passing by, a small boy crying between his parents. He was whimpering, but Derek could make out his words. He was disappointed he hadn't won the giant dinosaur at the ball toss. Smiling to himself, Derek approached the family, doing his best to look unassuming, but as the man moved to stand between him and his family, he knew he hadn’t completely succeeded.

He held out the orange triceratops with a smile. “Would I be able to give this to the little boy? I won it, but I don’t have room for it in my car,” he whispered. He gestured with his head towards the Camaro.

The man looked suspicious for a moment before nodding and moving so that Derek could squat down and smile at the little boy who was holding his mother’s hand and rubbing at his eyes, watching Derek suspiciously. “Hey, little man. My name’s Derek, do you think you could do me a huge favour?” After a glance up at his parents, the boy nodded. “Well, I have this dinosaur here who needs a good home. Do you think you could take care of him?”

“Yes’sir!” the boy shouted, holding out his arms and letting Derek place the toy inside them. He squeezed it tightly, burying his face in the frill around the neck. “Thanks, Derek!” The boy said, smiling at him, two front teeth missing.

The parents thanked Derek as they followed their excited son away towards the car. Feeling warm, he turned to see Stiles watching him, a strange look on his face. He was about to approach when he heard a small voice commenting on the giant yellow dolphin. Looking around, Derek saw two little girls pointing and giggling as they pointed at Derek.

Approaching carefully, spotting an adult on their phone near the girls, he held out the stuffed dolphin to the girls. “WOuld you like this?” They both nodded and held their hands out and taking it from him before turning and running towards the adult. The smaller girl stopping and running back to hug Derek around the legs and muttering, “Thank you,” before returning to the others.

Smiling, Derek tucked the gorilla under his arm and made his way back towards Stiles when he overheard two teenage boys talking. “I really wanted to win something huge for her. Try to impress her, but I suck,” one of them said. “I knew it was a mistake asking her out; I can already tell she thinks I’m lame.”

Smirking, Derek shouted out. “Heads up!” The two boys whirled around to face him just as he tossed the gorilla, laughing as they fumbled it before managing to catch it. “Good luck with the girl,” Derek told him before he shoved his hands in his pockets and returned to Stiles.

Stiles was still leaning against the car, but now he was watching Derek. “That was pretty cool, Sourwolf,” he said when Derek stopped right in front of him. “Gonna do something with the bear, too?” he asked, chewing into his lower lip.

“Yep,” Derek responded, moving around the car to the driver’s side and climbing in. He heard Stiles huff before getting into the car as well just in time to see Derek hanging the bear from the rearview mirror. He tapped it and watched it swing. “Perfect.”

“You know that’s illegal, right?” Stiles pointed out.

Derek shrugged. He knew it was, but he also knew that he wanted to see this small proof of Stiles’ love every time he got behind the wheel. “Worth it,” he said before leaning into the kiss Stiles gave him.

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Seth Clearwater Request

Hey I hope you dont mind but im a fan of your work and was wondering when your not busy could you do me a seth clearwater imagine My name is Phoebe-Mai and could we be friends from ages ago but i had to leave to go to england then i came back and he imprinted on me Idm how its written based aroubd that please Love you and your work 👌👌😍

*7 years earlier*

You tried to keep yourself together since Seth was already crying. “Hey, you’re my best friend,” you reminded him. “I’ll write you all the time.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” you offered up your pinky finger and locked it with his.

“Y/N, come on Hun, we have to get going,” you Dad called from the car. Thanks to his job you and your family were being picked up and moved across the world to some big city in England.

“I have to go,” you said sadly and Seth pulled you in for a hug. “I’ll write you when I’m on the plane and when I get to the house and...when I do everything.”

“Will you ever come back?”

“I-I don’t know. I hope so.”

******

You wrote Seth at least once a week and he wrote you just as much. That was until school started at least. After that you kept sending about one a week, you had no friends to keep you busy outside of school but his letters showed less and less. He was busy with school and with his friends, the friends you both had shared.

The years went on and you both sent nothing more than letters for birthdays, holidays, and pictures from whatever you had done that year. And, when your parents came to you and told you that you’d be moving back to La Push you ran to your desk and wrote Seth.

Three months passed with no reply and now you were stepping out of the car and in front of your new house.

After a day and a half of straight unpacking and trying to get your room organized you huffed looking at the few boxed that were piled in the corner of your room. You were back in your hometown, the place you’d been dreaming about for 7 years, and you hadn’t made it outside in over a day. You stood with a purpose, threw on a coat and your boots, and followed your heart back into the woods behind your house.

As soon as you were surrounds by the trees and were immersed in silence you felt a weight come off your shoulders; you were home.

You let your feet carry you through the woods and must have been walking for nearly an hour when you heard the silent hum of the forest stop. The birds had gone quiet, the squirrels hid in their trees, and the only thing you could hear was a small crack of twigs off in the distance. You might have been gone for a while but you knew what that meant.

You picked up the biggest stick you could see near you and went behind a tree, peeking around it to try and see what was lurking in the forest. You didn’t see anything; must have been a fluke, you thought and took a step away from the tree. As you turned and looked up you were met with the yellow eyes of light brown wolf that must have been nearly 5 feet tall.

Your feet planted to the ground and you froze. You gripped the stick tightly and waited for the wolf to move, twitch, or do anything. But it just stayed there and looked at you. You cautiously took a step back and the wolf’s head turned, taking a step towards you. Before either of you could move again his head turned to look behind him and he ran.

You let the breath you didn’t know you were holding out and let the stick fall to the ground before turning and walking back home.

******

You parked in the general store’s lot and got out of your car. The lack of food in your house was driving you and your family crazy and your Dad had sent you out to get some food staples from the store.

“Ms. Y/N, is that you? I heard you were back in town. You look so big now.”

“Surprised you recognized me Mr. Locklear,” you greeted the clerk. You filled up a couple baskets worth of food and checked out. You heard the bell of the door ring as Mr. Locklear finished setting the items in the paper bags.

“Seth, just in time,” Mr. Locklear called. “Why don’t you help Ms. Y/N here carry her bags out.” You tensed up hearing that name and when you looked you saw the person who you hadn’t spoken to in a long time. He had filled out since you last saw him. He’d grown about a foot and looked like he could filt your car up if you asked him to.

He stood there looking at you until Mr. Locklear called his name again and snapped him out of it. “Um, yes’sir. Let me grab some of these,” he took two of the bags and waited for you to lead the way to your car. You were quiet the walk to your car and you set the bags in the trunk. “Thanks,” you forced yourself to smile and opened your door.

“When did you get back,” he finally asked.

“Two days ago. But you already knew that. Didn’t you?” He looked down at his feet and kept quiet. “I know we got busy with our lives and we couldn’t always keep in touch but I wrote you three months ago tell you I was coming home...and you didn’t say anything.” You got in your car and said one last thing before you drove off. “See you around, Seth.”

******

“Jacob,” Seth came running into the room.

“Slow down, where’s the fire?”

“Do you remember Y/N? She was a year older than me in school.”

“Yeah, you two were inseparable. She moved to England a while ago. I heard she’s coming back.”

“Yeah, I saw her today,” he trailed.

“And?”

“And...I saw her in the woods yesterday.”

“In the woods on your patrol?” He nodded. “Did she see you?” He nodded again. “Seth, we’re supposed to stay clear of humans while we’re in the woods.”

“I know but...I imprinted on her.”

“What? Are you serious?” Seth nodded again. “That’s great! That’s amazing.” Jacob stopped celebrating when he saw the cold look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“She hates me. She says she sent me a letter telling me she was coming back but I didn’t get one, I swear!”

“Well did you tell her that?”

“N-No. She was talking to me and was so hurt and I-I just didn’t know what to say. Please, Jacob, you have to help me get her to not hate me.”

******

You sat on the sand of La Push beach watching the water as the festivities continued behind you. One of your parent’s friends invited them to the big gathering that was going on tonight and they had dragged you and your sister along, but you were in no mood to be festive after this morning.

“After 7 years you still run to the beach or into the woods when something’s on your mind,” the voice pulled you out of your head but you didn’t turn to look. He sat in the close to you in the sand and handed you the flowers in his hands. “These are for you.” You took the flowers awkwardly and realized they were your favorites. “I remembered they were your favorites. I hope they still are.”

“They are,” you reassured. “Why did you bring me these though? How did you know I’d be here?”

“Everyone’s here,” he shrugged. “And there for me to apologize for being like I was this morning. And for writing less and less over the years. After you left I missed you so much and then everything started to happen and the last couple of years,” he huffed. “Well...let’s just say you missed a lot and I didn’t feel like I could write to you about it.”

You felt bad that he felt just as alone as you over the years. “But that still doesn’t explain why you didn’t write me back when I told you I was coming back. Or why the only reason I saw you when I got back was because we ran into each other in the general store.”

He sat up straight, “I didn’t get your last letter, honestly! If I had I would have written back right away. Heck, I would have called long distance to tell you how excited I was! I only heard you were coming back a couple months ago when Mr. Black mentioned you had bought that house since he knew the realtor. And, since I didn’t get your letter, I just figured you didn’t want to tell me.”

“As soon as my parents told me we were coming back I ran to my desk and wrote you before I did anything else,” you smiled down as you dug into the sand. “Out of all the letters this one gets lost in the mail,” you cursed. “My luck, huh? Can you forgive me for how I acted?”

“If you can forgive me for being bad at keeping in touch.”

You reached out a hand, “Deal.” You two shook hands and smiled, looking out to the ocean. “So, what’s all this stuff that’s happened the last couple years? Want to talk about it?”

“Not tonight,” he shook his head. “I want to hear about you. Tell me all about England.”

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