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Dazai X Odasaku’s Little Sister Ch3 and Ch4

Double Post:

Chapter 3

"So You Can Make Those Expressions.."

Chapter 4

"Makes Me Wanna Play Around With You"

Summary: Dazai has always been incapable to care about what happens to others. But will that change when he agrees to fight Odasaku's precious little sister? Aka his girlfriend?

Warning: Dazai is a meany to Aku, Odasaku death mentions, violence, manipulative behavior from both sides. I gave Oda's sister a name but you can imagine it as y/n.

(This is chapter three and four of my fanfic "Timeless" which is now on A03. It carries on from the three part intro I posted a couple days ago. I'll link it below to fully understand the story. Asagao's ability is to stop time for up to six seconds.)

Three Part Intro Here: (just cause the first chapter is so long)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

A03 Version Here:

Word count: 12k

Feeling as every single muscle ceased to move, Asagao’s vacant and distant eyes focused in and out of unconsciousness as she just barely felt the warm pool of red liquid coating her entire body ever so slowly.

And though she was merely six years old, the child seemed to be fully aware of what was happening, whether she wanted to or not.

How did it get like this? Oh right, she had failed again. She wasn’t able to predict that last planned attack in time and they had punished her for it. How disgraceful. But did that mean she was gonna die this time? No, she didn't want that.

And as the seconds moved by, her tiny body grew more and more numb with the effects of blood loss in order for past orders and demands to flood her mind over and over again like her life was being replayed in a sickening loop.

“You worthless little brat, that’s not good enough!”

No, it wasn’t. It wasn’t good enough, It wasn’t ever good enough. She always made them mad. She had disappointed everyone. What would her brother say? Would he also be disgusted by it? The little girl couldn’t bear the answer.

“Look harder, predict better, stop slacking off and do it properly!”

She didn’t mean to, she wasn’t trying to slack off. She was just so tired, so very tired. They had her training for three days straight without food and water. Her focus was off, her brain was overloaded, everything felt like it was underwater. She just couldn’t do it anymore. She couldn’t think.

“Excuse excuse excuse. That’s all I’m hearing! Didn’t you say you wanted to be useful? I bet a lot on you kid and if you can’t even do this then you’re just better off dead!”

Ah, that’s right. She was better off dead. Then she’d be able to breathe, then the pounding madness inside her head would finally go away.

But try as she may, the six year old child felt tears work their way into her slowly failing eyes with unexplainable fear. No, she didn't want that. She was scared, she didn’t want to die.

Just then, she felt her body shift only for the scenery to change in order for the girl to catch a very familiar blur of red as his hands shook under her hold. “A-Asa? No, please no..”

Wait, she knew that voice anywhere. “B-Brother?”

Sakunosuke only nodded though, trying to hold himself together as he brushed a bloody piece of hair from her face. “Y-Yeah, it’s me. It’s your big brother. Don’t worry Asa, it’s going to be okay. I’m gonna get you out of here.”

But as she felt her brother’s hands keeping her together, Asagao felt even more tears reach her eyes in order to weakly clutch onto his jacket with a sad pathetic plea. “Saku, I don’t wanna be special anymore. I don’t wanna see. It hurts..I don’t want it to hurt..”

She then heard what sounded like a suppressed sob, the fourteen year old Oda pushing his lips together as they quivered before holding his little sister close to his chest with a cry. “I know..I know..don’t worry you won’t have to do that again. I just need you to stay awake though, okay? You can’t go to sleep yet.”

Asa felt her eyelets quickly betray his order though, her hand falling from his jacket as she whispered hoarsely. “But I’m so tired..”

Quickly shaking her back awake, Sakunosuke gave a rushed reply, laced with a desperation she couldn’t place. “I know but do this for me, okay? Do it for your big brother.”

But her eyes were so heavy, wouldn’t it be nice to just rest them for a minute, the little girl humming as she felt her body give into the idea. “I can’t feel anything…I’m scared..so many bad things happened. I’m sorry..”

Yet that’s when she felt her brother shake her awake once more, his fingers slapping her face lightly before she vaguely saw his terrified eyes. “Hey, I know. Let’s play a game, okay? Instead of thinking about all the bad things l want you to think about the good ones. Can you do that? Just think about the good, okay?

Forcing her lips into a grimace, Asagao frowned. “Will that make you happy again?”

Her brother then nodded weakly, ignoring the feeling of his little sister's blood on his fingers as he choked out a reply. “Y-Yeah, it will. Just as long as you try your best. You gotta promise me that you’ll try your best to think about the good. No more bad.”

And that was enough for her to nod her head, the feeling like lead. Anything to make her Saku not sad anymore. “Mmmkay. I’ll try.”

She said that, but the idea was far harder than it appeared, the little girl feeling her head fall against her brother's warm embrace as she vaguely heard his rushed breathing, like the boy was running for his life through some sort of corridor.

Then she heard his voice, the sound underwater as his shaking fingers clutched onto his little sister for dear life. “I promise, I promise that when you wake up you won’t be hurt ever again. It doesn’t matter what I have to do in return. I’ll take your place if I have to, I’ll be their assassin, I’ll be their favorite toy. Just as long as you're safe, I don’t care what happens to me.”

And though she couldn’t register the weight of the words, Asagao used her last bit of strength to whisper back a reply, her words barely audible. “D-Don't be sad Saku..I love you..”

Then she felt herself betray her big brother’s wishes, the pull too strong as the six year old child gave into its call finally.

Yet just before she drifted off, she heard another voice. Except this one sounded just like her, terrified, like she was watching the entire scene before her as she screamed into her own mind over and over again as the darkness covered Asa's vision without permission.

No, don’t close your eyes. Don’t pass out. When you wake up it will be in a hospital bed alone and you’ll never see him again. You’ll never get to know him. Please, don’t lose him again! He’s right there, don’t let him go, don’t let him die, please..!”

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“No!”

Gasping loudly, Asagao’s body lurched forward, her hand reaching out to an invisible force in order to plead out through the darkness only to catch air. Gone was the cold empty room of her childhood, replaced by the familiar walls and tatami mats of her brother’s old apartment.

She then registered the reality before slowly dropping her hands down onto the mattress with a sad thud, her eyes turning down before she fell backwards with a shaky breath. The last memory she had of Oda, why did it have to play tonight?

Asagao frowned at the memory before looking at the clock that read 3AM in mocking reply causing the girl to grimace. She couldn’t even get one good night's sleep.

Turning her head to the side, Asagao then caught the familiar large circular glasses by her bedside before a sick sense of deja vu flooded into her without permission.

The girl could remember it so incredibly clearly, even today. The feeling of her six year old body waking up alone in a room she didn’t recognize with only a pair of glasses and a letter by her bedside. It was the last time she ever saw her brother.

Asa then frowned again before lifting her hands up in order to push them on top of her eyes with suppressed sob. If only she didn’t pass out that time, if only she kept him from leaving her then things would’ve been different. Then maybe he wouldn’t have died.

Just then, a voice appeared in the back of her mind, cold and cruel.

He died because he took your place.

It’s your fault.

Yet just as quickly as that feeling appeared, the girl forced herself to wash it away, her body forcing itself upwards again in order to carefully grab her glasses and place them back on her face.

Then she took a deep breath before recalling the mantra in her head, the last remaining request from her big brother that she always went back to when the world looked a little too dark.

That’s right, think of the good, not the bad.

And just like that, a small smile took its place as Asagao pushed her feet off the bed in order to turn the light on and start the day, her mind stewing the possibilities of what the world could offer her today.

Humming to herself, she then heard the front door bell only before she rushed happily to the surface and threw it open and found a very familiar bandaged boy before her. “Asa-chann! There you are! I just remembered another detail about my last story. It was really great, Odasaku said the best thing! I can’t believe I forgot about it till now!”

Asa couldn’t help but blink in surprise though, not expecting Osamu at all today. It was the middle of the night after all. She thought he’d be sleeping by now.

Not that she minded though, the girl already feeling her lips curve upwards at his boy-ish and childlike greeting. “Oh really? Well then, you better hurry up and tell me.”

Dazai then beamed before happily shoving himself past her in order to throw his arms upwards in a giddy shout. “I knew you’d be excited! And after I’m done you’ll give me another letter, right?”

Nodding her head, Asagao then closed the front door before pointing to her bedroom with another small smile. “Of course, let me go get the box and then you can tell me.”

Already sitting himself at his usual spot, the boy then gave her an excited cheer. “Yay! You’re the best Asa-chan!”

This was the extent of their relationship now, no more and no less. It had been about three weeks since their partnership and though the two were friendly with each other it was always surface level at best.

Dazai would come over and eagerly give his half of the deal, sharing story after story of Odasaku and in return Asagao would give him one of her brother's letters to read.

And then that was it, once everything was done the boy would leave and the cycle would repeat. They weren’t friends, they weren’t even close. The two just used each other and then went on their way, keeping a sort of distance between each other at all times.

It was like they were both each other’s own special drug, indulging in the intoxicating high but still cautious on not getting addicted to the substance. And though it was a different form of partnership, the two kids kept their boundaries.

Asagao didn’t mind though, knowing that she was already asking for so much. Dazai on the other hand was grateful for the distance, careful not to get too comfortable in fear of getting attached and losing something precious again.

No, the young executive knew he wouldn’t have been able to handle that again. So he just teased her and went on his way. Asa never seemed to mind though, considering she knew about his twisted plan from the very beginning. It made everything so much easier and less stressful in the long run.

And when he saw her reappear with a familiar brown colored shoe box, the boy couldn’t help but perk up even more, knowing that there were unsaid words from Odasaku just inches away from him. He was desperate, hungry for them in every possible way.

Asagao knew this as well, her fingers tapping on the box before taking a seat across from him with a hum. “Alright, you have my undivided attention! I’m ready..”

Perking up immediately, the boy then slipped into his tale, giving Asagao every single detail about his story as she gave that same wonder filled expression she always did when he talked about Odasaku.

Then once he was done, the girl simply reached her hand into the box before pulling out a small white colored letter in order to slide it over to the boy before he practically tore it off the table in desperation.

Then he read each word carefully, mulling over the ink like it was the most treasured thing in the world to him.

Hey little sis, how is everything going?

I saw some morning glories on my way to work today and they made me think of you. You were named after such pretty flowers. Is purple still your favorite color?

Things have been hectic here as usual. Dazai stayed over last night after refusing to take a bath, but he smelled so bad I bribed him with whiskey to finally get him in the tub. It’s never a dull moment with him, that’s for sure. When he wakes up I’m gonna see if I can get him to change those bandages of his also. I’ll let you know how it goes. Wish me luck.

Feeling his lips curve upwards at Odasaku’s writing, Dazai felt that same low pain inside his chest. He remembered that night like it was yesterday. How he raced around Oda’s apartment while the man waved a bar of soap in his direction with rushed pleas and bribes.

Oh how he wished for such mundane things back. He really did take them for granted.

Although that’s when the boy realized something else, his fingers dropping from the letter only to whine in her direction. “You know, this isn’t really fair, Asa-chan. You already know so much about me but haven’t said anything about yourself yet. That’s really sneaky you know..”

And that was true, considering Oda spilled so much of his life to his little sister. And it wasn’t like it bothered Dazai but the scales were very noticeably uneven.

It made him feel a loss of control, and that was something the executive hated more than anything.

Asagao only turned her head though, not seeing the issue. “Is it? I thought the only thing that would’ve mattered to you is that I’m Oda’s sister. What more do you want to know?”

Dazai mulled the words over in his head. Yes, she was right in a sense. He did only care because she was Odasaku’s sister but he always prided himself on being the smartest man in the room, and right now that was undetermined.

Placing the letter onto the table with extreme care, he shrugged. “I’m just saying we aren’t evenly matched right now. Aren’t boyfriend’s supposed to know about their girlfriend’s?”

The word felt strange on his tongue, never having used them in his life. Sure, he was just trying to manipulate her with them but somehow they still seemed wrong. They weren’t anything like a traditional boyfriend and girlfriend, in any sense.

Asagao didn’t seem to mind though, her fingers reaching forward in order to hook them under her chin and lean forward in interest. “Ah, okay then. Well, go ahead boyfriend. Analyze and impress me.”

Already feeling his eyes sharpen with cruel possibilities, Dazai mimicked her movements, placing his own fingers under his chin before replying dangerously. “Be careful what you ask for, darling. I might make you cry pretty little tears.”

Asa only smiled though, completely unbothered. “I'm sure I’ll be fine.”

Humming to himself, Dazai then narrowed his eyes before his lips curved upwards in challenge. “Prove it then. Take your glasses off.”

Then all at once, he saw Asagao falter, her fingers falling immediately before leaning back with tense shoulders. “W-What, why?”

The boy was quick to respond though, his finger moving to point at the physical barrier in front of her eyes.“Cause if I’m gonna analyze you, I deserve to see those hollow eyes of yours.”

Dazai recalled the sight immediately, remembering the mirror-like qualities the two shared. He only saw them for a second but he could already tell that the deep hollow gaze she wore was a result of the life she lived. She just didn’t want to admit it.

Just like how she didn’t want to admit that there was no possibility of life having meaning. She forced herself into this delusional state on purpose.

Moving her eyes away from his, Asagao then nervously pushed her fingers up to her glasses before playing with the lenses in question. He had a point, but that still didn't make it less scary. “Oh…uhh well..”

Dazai only mocked back though, his words laced with humor for the stuttering innocence she was displaying. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Where’s that confidence gone?”

Pushing her lips together, Asa frowned, fully aware of her pathetic demeanor. “It’s just..things don’t usually go well without my glasses. I don’t like to show people..”

She then clutched her skirt between her fingers in anxiety. She wore the glasses for a reason, it wasn’t just because. It slowed her down, it stopped her from being called a freak and a monstrosity. It made everyone tolerate her.

And although Dazai and her weren’t friends by any means, she still was hesitant to completely be herself. Sure she could see without the glasses but it was also revealing and strange. What if he was like the others? What if Oda’s letter were wrong and he rejected her like everyone else?

She had just started getting used to someone wanting to stick around.

Snapping her out of her own thoughts, Dazai then leaned forward in question. “You showed them to me before though, when you took care of those stupidity boring thugs you brought onto my doorstep. Why is this any different?”

Asagao then remembered his words before cringing to herself. Yes, she did all of that but things were different in that situation. “Well that’s because it was dark and we were at a distance. If you get any closer it could..”

The boy then chuckled to himself, cutting off her in order to reach his fingers forward and push a strand of hair behind her ear with slow intent. “What, scare me? Sweetheart, I’m a port mafia executive with thousands of crimes to my name and countless lives on my hands. I’m far more of a monster then you’ll ever be.”

Asagao still wasn’t convinced though, her eyes moving down in conflict only to feel Dazai’s hot breath in her ear, his words coaxing her all at once. “Perhaps you just need some help, hmm?”

Frowning at his sudden closeness, Asagao spoke. “I don’t think..”

Yet before she could finish her sentence, Dazai’s fingers latched onto the ends of her glasses before ripping them off her face with a joy-ish chuckle of victory. “Oop, got 'em!”

Asagao then audibly gasped, her hands reaching out to the boy immediately,“O-Osamu!”

Lifting his hand up in the air in a makeshift prison, the boy then beamed before turning back to her to see her entire face. “There we go now let’s see how..”

Although that moment his gaze turned back to hers, Dazai fell silent as that same hollow icy blue expression stared back at him. And though he had seen it before, it was just as enticing and memorizing as the last time.

And now that he was closer he couldn’t help but notice flecks of teal in her iris’s along with the familiar Odasaku blue he had come to know. She looked like a completely different person like this and Dazai wondered why she would’ve ever covered up such a sight with the mask of normalcy?

Just then, he watched as Asagao’s cavern-like expression shifted before a slight hue of pink covered her cheeks in order to mutter under her breath. “Stop staring at me like that, I know what you’re thinking..”

It was the thing that everyone said. Asagao knew it was. He thought she was inhuman, a freak, a social outcast. That’s why he was quiet, it’s because he had rejected her like all the rest. She could hear the insults now, her ears waiting to be bombarded with the familiar hate she had come to know.

Yet that’s when Dazai smirked in pure interest, his fingers tracing the light pink spot of embarrassment on her cheeks. “So you can make those kinds of expressions after all..”

Feeling her eyes widen all at once, Asagao felt her lips open with pure shock “H-Huh?”.

What did he just say? He wasn’t staring at her eyes? He was looking at her blush? That’s what he was fixated on this whole time?

Then before she could question, Dazai then pushed the glasses back down from his self made prison in order to throw them into her hands with a joyful clap. “Alright, I have what I need!”

Quickly catching the objects, Asa then shoved the objects back onto her face in order to hear Dazai’s plain voice in her ears. “Asa-chan, you’re so easy to read. You’re like an open book. Given your analytical eyes and ability it’s obvious you were trained to be an assassin like Odasaku was. He probably saw that and knew what path you were going to go down and send you away to avoid that. That’s why he told you to stay out of Yokohama in the first place.”

Not bothering to give her a response, the boy then continued in a cocky manner. “You call your brother by his last name because you don’t feel close to him but you refer to me by my first name because you believe that we have a closer connection because of Odasaku’s letters even though we are also complete strangers, but that feeds into your attitude to look for something positive even when there isn’t anything there...”

It was something Dazai had picked up on since their first meeting. At first he thought she used his first name because of her cultural differences but now the boy knew that wasn’t the case.

That didn’t make sense after all. She always referred to her brother as Oda, not Sakunosuke and yet Dazai always got special treatment? There had to be only one answer to that.

And that was that she was doing it on purpose this entire time.

She truly believed that she was closer to Dazai than Odasaku. Well, either that or she was deluding herself into wishing for that outcome. Either way, it was just another way to show how Asagao felt separated from her own brother.

Carrying on, Dazai then pointed to her glasses.“And speaking of your attitude, you act like nothing affects you but you just shove it down in order not to feel crushed by the negativity. That's how you got your delusional idea that the world could be beautiful. It’s because you need to believe that otherwise it will destroy you. There is no other option than to believe in the good.”

Then the boy shrugged his shoulders before finishing plainly. “To put it simply, you’re a bleeding heart that’s been alone for your entire life, doomed to search for something you’ll probably never find.”

He lay into her cruelly and concisely, not pulling any punches before proudly resting his hands behind him in contentment. She asked for it after all. He tried to warn her that his analysis wouldn’t be pretty but she didn’t listen.

Yet as he snapped his head up to see her expression, Dazai only found the girl absolutely frozen to her spot, like she hadn’t heard a single word he had said. Well that was odd, usually people would’ve been crying or screaming at him by now.

So much so, the boy frowned before moving up to her with a wave of his hand in order to whistle her back to life. “Hellooo? Earth to Asa-channn. Are you in there? Was my analysis too scary for you to handle?”

What Dazai didn’t know was that Asa was still lost in her own mind, still thinking about the strange response to her freakish eyes. He wasn’t bothered. He didn’t reject me. He didn’t care about them. Oda was right. He accepted me.

Just the idea made her want to cry in joy, the girl shoving the emotion down before clutching onto her skirt as she brokenly whispered back. “Wow..that was..”

Then before Dazai could speak Asagao’s head snapped up, her lips beaming in a bright smile in order to clap her hands like she had just witnessed the best performance of her life “.. absolutely amazing! I knew you’d impress me, Osu. You really dug into me there. Didn’t hold back at all. I admire that about you.”

And to be honest, the port mafia executive couldn’t help but feel whiplashed by her sudden joy, his eyes turning in amusement. He had just insulted her with that speech and she was applauding him?

Leaning forward, Dazai replied plainly. “You know, most people would be offended by all that..”

Asagao only looked at him dumbfounded though, like she didn’t understand the concept. “Would they? I don’t see why though. You were really accurate.”

Nodding to herself, the girl then lifted her hands up in order to throw a fake playful punch into the air. “I was trained to be an assassin and I was a pretty good one if I do say so myself. The people Oda and I worked for said I had “ great potential ” and everything! That’s how I got so good at analyzing things and people..”

The girl then smiled to herself before her eyes couldn’t help but shift to the clock in the corner of the room only for her lips to fall slightly. After this Osamu would probably leave. He had no reason to stay now that he had finished his story. Just this conversation was already farther than they had ever gotten before.

But even so, Asagao felt an uncomfortable anxiety at the inevitable conclusion. Once he was gone would be back to being alone with nightmares and memories she didn’t want to face.

No, she needed to use him more, to distract her from everything. Even though it was more than they had agreed on she had to try. She had to get him to give into her selfish desire to keep the monsters away just a little longer.

Perking back up a millisecond later, Asa gasped. “Oh, I know! Since you’re here and we have some time, let’s fight!”

Dazai couldn’t help but turn his head in confusion at that, his eyes playing in plain amusement for what she was suggesting. “You want to fight?”

Oda’s sister only nodded though, a new fire in her eyes as she leaned forward excitedly. “Yeah! I haven’t had a good challenge in a while, and I already know you’re a worthy opponent. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna fight a famous port mafia executive?”

Dazai felt himself chuckle under his breath at her naive thinking immediately. “Any sane person, love.”

This girl really had no sense of danger. Usually people pleaded for the demon prodigy to let them go, usually they avoided facing him knowing it was always a lost cause.

No one wanted to stand on the other side of him, no one wanted to be his enemy.

Yet Asagao was just suggesting it like nothing, like he couldn’t break her emotionally and physically with the snap of his fingers.

The girl only laughed away his answer though, her hand moving back and forth before beaming proudly. “Well, we’ve already established that’s not me so it’s no problem!”

Dazai was still hesitant though, knowing that Odasaku wouldn’t have approved. He couldn’t be gentle after all. He couldn’t hold back and the last thing he wanted was to permanently scar her, even if she was stupidly asking for it.

Because of that, the boy hummed. “Shouldn’t princesses like you be asleep by now?”

Although that’s when he watched Asa’s confident facade falter just slightly before she replied hastily. “Come on, Osu..you said you wanted to know about me, this is the best chance! Let me impress you.”

And perhaps to anyone else it was nothing, but Dazai knew better than anyone what that small change meant. She was avoiding something, he was sure of it. The girl was purposely trying to drag their meeting on longer in order to postpone an inevitability.

She thought she was so sneaky, but the boy read her like a book.

Lowering his eyes with knowing intent, Dazai then lifted his hands up lazily, purposely hiding the fact that he knew her game. “That’s a tall order, darling. You sure you’re up for that?”

Asagao only smiled though, the girl batting her eyes in innocence. “I’ve done it before, haven’t I?”

And she had. She had impressed the executive before. She impressed him immediately when she had sensed them being followed only for her to actively sell him out in order to show off her ability.

It was a feat of its own for sure, so much so that his twisted little brain couldn’t help but wonder what other things she could surprise him with? It was tempting, enticing and such a dangerous notion.

But perhaps that’s what she wanted, perhaps Asagao knew that Dazai would be drawn in by the offer to play around with her some more. She knew he thrived on the abnormalities.

Oh that sneaky little girl, she knew how much he couldn’t resist an amusing show.

So much so, the boy couldn’t help but close his eyes with clear respect in order to mark a tally inside his head. He thought he had won by figuring out why she wanted this strange request but it looks like she beat him on resisting it.

Dazai Osamu: 1 Oda Asagao: 1

Lifting his eyes up a moment later, Dazai then pushed his hands up in order to stand before towering over the girl, his unbandaged eye looking down at her with a teasing smile.

Perhaps tonight wouldn’t be so boring after all.

“Well when you put it like that darling, how could I resist?”

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CH4

Six Months Before Odasaku’s Death

Carefully stepping through the darkness, Dazai looked down in disappointment at the broken and faltering boy in front of him, coughing and wheezing as even more blood poured from his lips “D-Dazai..”

The port mafia executive didn’t want to hear it, his cruel and dull stare towering over his useless subordinate with a heavy sigh, in order to shake out his last punch.

It had been only about a month since he had picked up the young Akutagawa from the slums and brought him into the twisted underground of the port mafia.

But even still, the boy was lacking the skills he needed to impress Dazai. Sure, he had the passion and the drive but his movements were sloppy and uncoordinated. If he went like this then he’d surely be dead before his first mission.

And perhaps it was an oversight, to see the potential that Akutagawa had. Perhaps the kid was truly useless. And here Dazai thought he could form him into a new generation, a new “double black” as it were.

Pushing his fingers into the ground in order to lift his head up, he then physically flitched as Dazai’s cruel words cut into him like venom. “That’s not good enough. You will never survive the port mafia with that weak attack.”

Akutagawa only dipped his head down though, the shame pouring through every one of his muscles before he tried to get his overspent and overused body to move once more. “I..”

Dazai didn’t care though, he didn’t have the capacity to. This was how he was taught, how he was brought up. It only made sense to pass what he learned onto Akutagawa as well.

Violence, bloodshed, cruelty, those were the building blocks in which he thrived and succeeded. They were what kept him alive, regretfully.

And soon they would be essential for Akutagawa as well.

Taking out his gun from the hollister, the executive then scoffed before pointing the barrel straight into the child’s head, his voice void of any emotion. “Maybe I should just throw you back into the slums where you belong? It would be a lot less work.”

His subordinate then gasped in pure fear before his shaky fingers made their way towards Dazai’s feet, the boy crying out in order to beg like the pathetic dog he was. “N-No! Please, I’ll be better. I promise!”

The mafioso only narrowed his eyes though, only feeling annoyed by his little act. If he thought Dazai was going to let up or feel pity for such a worthless display then he was sorely mistaken.

No, right now the kid just looked like every other sorry soul that crossed him. They all did the same thing, begging and pleading and crying. It was so boring. He was so boring for showing those wasteful tears.

Closing his eyes, Dazai then frowned before kicking his foot straight into the kid’s ribs, his body crumbling immediately with a gasp before the demon stood over him with command.

“Show me.”

He then watched as Akutagawa held his side before immediately complying in order for Rashomon to materialize and head straight for the bandaged man with a screaming cry of pain.

But like Dazai had said before, his moves were sloppy, the black being disappearing the moment it touched the mafioso's skin in order for him to scoff at the pathetic attempt. “Pathetic.”

Then before the kid could process it, his master’s hand was around his throat, squeezing his airways as he looked up at the demon with a choke gasp. “D-Daz..”

Dazai only cut him off though, his hold tightening before speaking plainly. “Your face shows fear, weakness, failure. All the qualities I have no need for.”

Slamming the boy into the ground, Akutagawa’s body screamed in pain only for the executive to look at the scared child with disdain.“You’re going to have to try harder than that to impress me, Akutagawa.”

He then let go of his throat before turning away completely in order to hear the boy cough and surface more air into his lungs before he passed out completely. Dazai didn’t bat an eye though, his hands falling into his pockets with silence.

The way of his training wasn’t right, he knew that. Dazai knew that he was twisting and turning this young boy into a mirror image of himself. He knew that he was abusing and hitting him in order to make a monster.

The truth was, if the kid wanted to survive in this world, then this was the only way to do it. That’s what the mafioso truly believed. It didn’t matter how many times Akutagawa was shattered, as long as Dazai could put him back together in an image of his own design it was fine.

Besides, the boy had said before that Dazai was his reason to live. He had pleaded with the executive to have a purpose. He had asked for this, the boy was just fulfilling his promise.

His theory was confirmed a moment later when the stuttering child spoke it out through the darkness, his voice just as desperate and dependent as Dazai wanted it to be “I-I will…I will impress you. Let me try again. I’ll do it right this time.”

And though that was highly doubtful, Dazai humored him, his entire body turning around in order to face his trained dog with a cruel and unfeeling smile.

Yes, that’s right. The demon prodigy would use him until he broke. And he would break, they always did.

Care was irrelevant, feelings were insignificant.

The only thing that mattered was the product.

“That’s more like it.”

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Present Day

Standing in the all too familiar port mafia owned warehouse, Dazai and Asagao stood in the middle of the space only for the bandaged boy to narrow his eyes and recall his past lessons with Akutagawa over the last couple months, imagining the blood that once painted the floors in an instant.

This was the only place Dazai knew was secluded enough, given that any port mafia underling didn’t dare to step foot while he occupied the space. They knew how brutal and unforgiving he was whenever he got rudely interrupted.

But that little detail proved to be useful tonight as he watched Odasaku’s sister look around the empty and open area before Dazai couldn't help but mock through the echo. “Asa-chan, you always seem to pick the strangest spots for our dates.”

And whether she had meant to or not it seemed like Asagao had quite the talent for making the usual rather..unusual. Hell, the last “date” they had consisted of her luring those rival thugs to his doorstep only for her to manipulate them into her own twisted whims.

If this was anything like that then Dazai knew he was in for something especially entertaining tonight as well.

Although, the bandaged boy couldn’t help but shove his hands into his pocket with a strange sense of conflict, already feeling the lingering blood that once graced his knuckles. He didn’t know how to hold back or be gentle so he wasn’t sure why Asagao had asked for such a crazy request in the first place.

Or why he had ever agreed to it.

He was supposed to be a good man now, and although Dazai was new to the concept he was pretty sure that beating up his best friend’s sister for fun wasn’t really what Oda meant in any sense.

And yet his black soul couldn’t help but be curious, to see just how she planned to impress the impassable demon. He should’ve walked away, but Dazai was never the kind to give mercy to his opponents.

Although that’s when the boy realized he never received a response, Dazai’s eyes moved back towards the girl in question only to watch her shift nervously, her feet moving side to side in clear anxiety.

Aw, how cute. She was nervous now. Ah, well he supposed that confidence of hers could only last so long. He should’ve guessed.

Lifting his hand up, the boy then placed a mocking hand on her head in order to speak a round of fake sympathy “What’s wrong? Is the princess getting scared after coming all the way out here? Having second thoughts?”

Asa only frowned though, his voice coming out small. “No, it’s not that. It’s just..”

She then stopped herself before sighing heavily in order to turn towards Dazai with clear uncertainty. “I know you said you wanted to know more about me and that you weren’t bothered by my eyes but this could get..intense..”

At that, Dazai couldn’t help but laugh under his breath.

Intense? Well that was an understatement. Was she just figuring that out? That maybe fighting a port mafia executive wasn’t the smartest idea in the world? Poor baby, she must’ve been shaking right now after facing the reality of her stupid decisions.

It’s about time she realized it. Better sooner than later though he supposed.

Pouting his lips in mocking vigor, Dazai then leaned down to her eye level before placing her hands on her shoulders in order to turn the poor girl towards the doors all at once. “Aww don’t worry, sweetheart. If you think it’s gonna be too much for you, we can turn back now.”

Yet that's when her next words made the boy pause. “I didn’t mean intense for me.”

Feeling his fingers fall from her shoulders, Dazai then blinked in amusement for her warning before shaking his head. What was she talking about? She was worried about him, not herself? That’s why she was having second thoughts, to protect him of all people? Who did she think he was? Some sort of weak nobody?

The bandaged kid then took a step back before his lips twisted up in a confused reply. “I think you got it backwards, darling. I’m the mafia executive, not you, remember?”

If anything, she was one that should’ve been backing out of this. Why instead did it seem like she was trying to do the same to him? Didn’t she know he was the monster in this situation? He was one that could hurt her, not the other way around.

Asagao didn’t seem overly convinced though, the girl silent for a moment before lifting her fingers up to her glasses with a hidden plea. “Just..don’t let me get carried away..especially if it freaks you out...”

The idea was laughable though, Dazai’s head turning in reply. “Love, Who do you think you’re talking to?”

Almost immediately the red haired girl froze before processing his words all at once.

Then he watched her lips curved up into a small relieved smile in order to drop her hand with a chuckle and whisper mostly to herself. “That’s right, what are you worried about? It’s just Osamu..”

Dazai couldn't help but frown though. She had such faith in him. She was treating him like some sort of savior, like she was glad he was an opponent. How broken could her brain possibly be to be relieved for this type of situation?

Poor Asa-chan, she’d regret that viewpoint soon enough when she was crying and pleading at his hand like all his other victims that stood in the same exact place.

So much so, the mafioso smirked in reply before reaching into his jacket in order to pull out his gun just slightly with silent threat “I don’t think you should be saying my name that sweetly when you know what’s happening next.”

The sight didn’t cause Asa to falter though, her head nodding in confirmation before turning around in order to gain some distance from Dazai. “Yeah, I guess I’ve stalled long enough. Alright, let’s do it.”

She then counted her steps, watching her feet as she did so in order to close her eyes in silent wait before holding her ever beating heart. Dazai’s reaction tonight to her strange and abnormal gaze had given her hope, encouragement she had never felt before.

Perhaps Oda was right. Perhaps he wouldn’t be digusted by her true self.

Either way, it was better to find out sooner rather than later, before she got carried away like always. Your letters had so much faith in him, big brother. Can I also have that same faith?

Lifting her fingers up, Dazai then watched her slowly take off the large circular frames in order to place them in her pocket before snapping back up to stare at him with that familiar dead eyed, lifeless stare he knew all too well.

And then she spoke, her voice gaining a new type of excitement for what was about to transpire. “I hope you’re ready, Mr. Executive. I can’t wait to see how you tick.”

Then before he could even blink, Asagao was gone from her spot, causing Dazai’s awareness to immediately spike with adrenaline in order to just barely feel his cheek being brushed by a hand that was not his own.

Like lighting, the man then narrowed his eyes before stepping back in an instant, causing the girl to hit only air as her ability was deactivated by his touch. Foolish girl, didn’t she know she couldn’t hit him while using her skill? That was a pointless strategy.

This would be over before he knew it.

Dazai then let out an uninterested sigh in order to dodge every one of her sloppy and uncoordinated attacks with ease. Sure, she was fast, moving in and out of reality and his vision in a millisecond but her hits were always halted by his ability in the end.

Mocking out into the air, the boy then chuckled and ducked as her leg tried to make contact to no avail before reaching forward and grabbing onto her arm in order to dip her back on unsteady feet.

He then pushed his hands to her waist before smiling in victory for how easy he manhandled the supposedly scary girl. “I thought you said you were gonna impress me, Asa-chan? All I see is a pathetic attempt so far. Gonna have to try harder than that, love.”

The girl only remained still though, her calculating and hollow gaze moving back to his before he watched Asa’s lips curve upwards into a proud smirk, almost like she had already won. “Got you.”

Ramming her foot into his knee, Dazai’s body then caved for a millisecond in order to allow his grip to loosen and Asagao to break free. And then she was gone from his sight again, causing the man to sigh. Didn’t she know she wasn’t going to win like that?

Asa appeared a moment later, a little further away this time, just out of reach as she turned her head before adding. “You see a pathetic attempt but I was simply just warming up. Analyzing, watching and waiting. It’s what I do, you let me see into you and now I’ve figured it out.”

Dazai couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity for her words though. Those sloppy and baseless attacks were on purpose? Just so she could see how he fought? My, maybe he underestimated the little princess a little too quickly. Now things were getting interesting.

Genuinely curious for her response, he hummed. “And what have you found out?”

She disappeared a moment later, Dazai’s eyes narrowing before just barely missing a punch in order for her to answer casually. “You see, I vaguely knew about your ability from Oda’s letter and I’ve always wondered how it would match up against me. I wanted to see you use it in person and now that I have, I know all about you.”

What Dazai didn’t know was that Asagao’s body was practically shaking with excitement, her brain going haywire as he watched and cataloged every action by her opponent while she was being “sloppy.”

A puzzle, a question, an enigma. That’s what he was to her. He was a challenge that she took pride in solving as precisely as possible. It was thrilling, like an addiction she couldn’t help but feed the more she watched and observed.

And without the blurry wall of her glasses, Asagao saw everything, her gaze clear and concise as a twisted smile couldn’t help but grace her lips as everything in her body urged her to pick him apart. God, how she missed this feeling.

Thoughts of her nightmares, thoughts of her brother, they were all replaced by the inescapable high of her own sadistic mind, Asagao unable to think about anything else except the bandaged boy in front of her very eyes.

Reappearing a moment later, she watched Dazai dodge her punch only for her to cruelly mock in his direction. “It’s in the way you move, it’s in the way you counter. It’s in every single choice you make like a baring red flag and you can’t even see it.”

And it was, it really was. She had suspected he was like that but after seeing his fighting style there was no doubt in her mind. “Oh Osamu, you’re so cocky, aren’t you? You don’t take anything serious and it shows in your fighting. You’ve become dependent on your ability, simply because no one has ever managed to beat it. You’ve gotten lazy, love.”

Dazai then paused only for his lips to twist upwards at the mocking use of his own pet name used against him. Love , huh?

She was making fun of him. How interesting, he didn’t know she had it in her.

And the mafioso couldn’t help but realize that she was right. He had gotten lazy in his fighting style, simply because no one had ever bothered to show him a real show. No one had ever caused him to have to try before.

Akutagawa, his subordinates, they were all idiots that he used to his advantage. Hell, the minute anyone of his enemies tried to attack they were always halted by his ability.

It was boring, they were all boring, every single confrontation was boring.

He had to admit, her pretty little eyes really were impressive. Barely any of his enemies had managed to get that far in figuring him out. And those that tried never did anything successful with the information.

Reaching his arm forward, Dazai’s fingers then wrapped around her outstretched arm before pulling it towards him in order lift it up in the air and spin her around until they were chest to chest.

He then tightened his hold on her wrist before leaning closer until they were just mere inches apart before speaking with clear amusement. “And you think you can beat it? You think you will be the expectation to my ability?”

Now who was the cocky one? Now who was saying utter nonsense? Because Dazai knew damn well that Asagao wasn’t capable of such a feat. He knew that she wouldn’t be able to counter his ability. She would fail like all the others.

Asagao only shook her head though, her eyes never leaving his before smiling towards his lips. “No, but I can give you the show you want.”

Reaching her free hand forward, the girl then reached into Dazai’s jacket pocket before pulling out his hidden gun in order to point the barrel just to the left of his head and let off a shot.

The sound and sheer force of the bullet then caused the mafioso to loosen his hold and lean backwards in order to feel his bandaged eye start to bleed in an angry red line. No, that wasn’t an accident, she grazed him on purpose so he would release his hold. Huh, good girl.

Placing his fingers to the wound, Dazai then smirked before watching her take three steps back from him. “And how are you going to do that, darling?”

And he half expected her to shoot him again, the gun silently resting in the palm of her hands as she stood and stared. That would’ve been the easiest decision but also the most boring.

Although that’s when Asagao simply shrugged before flipping the gun over in order to offer the handle back to the executive with a knowing look. “Stop playing around and I’ll show you.”

Feigning innocence, the boy simply put his hands up, knowing fully well it was a bold face lie. “I don’t know what you mean, Asa-chan. I would never play.”

The truth was that Dazai hadn’t countered back for one specific reason, and that was that he simply didn’t see the need to.

She hadn’t given him any reason to get serious yet, which the boy was internally thankful for, knowing he wouldn’t have been able to hold himself back and act dismissive if she really did give him a real fight.

Asagao didn’t blink though, her outstretched hand falling before she tossed the gun onto the ground between them with a heavy sigh of rejection. “Obviously you’re not looking at me like a threat yet. Guess I’ll have to use your weakness after all.”

At that, Dazai couldn’t help but turn his head in amusement. What a bold statement she just made. She was walking on such dangerous territory now. “Weakness? And do pray tell me what that is, love?”

She disappeared a moment later, causing the boy’s eyes to sharpen before he heard her voice behind him. “It took me a while to figure it out. What could the great port mafia executive Dazai Osamu be afraid of? Death? No. The darkness? Definitely not. No, it’s simpler than that isn’t it? It’s so incredibly simple. What scares you the most is really..”

Just then, the boy froze as Asagao suddenly materialized in front of him, placing her fingers onto his cheek with so much care and softness that it made his shoulders tense up all at once. “A gentle human touch.”

And all at once, Dazai felt his entire body reject the feeling, hating the vulnerability and weakness it brought to him only for his muscles to react without thinking in order to punch Asagao straight across the face with widened horrified eyes.

Then she watched as the girl stumbled backwards immediately, her hair falling in front of her face before three drops of blood fell onto the ground in front of his eyes.

He had just struck her, he had just hurt Odasaku’s little sister with his own hands.

Just like Akutagawa, just like everyone else that crossed his path.

But to be honest, the bandaged boy could hardly focus on that, his adrenaline spiking only to hear Asagao’s muffled chuckles of sadistic joy as she turned up to look at him.

And when she did, her lips were turned upwards in a bloodthirsty smirk as she shouted excitedly. “Ah, that’s the look I want! Show me more, Mr. Executive! Show me how scary that demon you talk about really is. Let me see it!”

Blinking in surprise, the boy then felt himself pause, feeling the blood on his knuckles turn numb in order to take in the rapid and crazed look from Asagao.

She looked like a completely different person entirely, her body shaking not from fear but rather pure and raw adrenaline mixed with fire. Her hollow gaze pierced his, revealing so much sadistic joy as she touched the blood that ran from her nose to her twisted and almost psychotic grin.

Oh, so this is what she meant by things getting “intense.”

He had never seen anyone with that kind of face before. Sure, Chuuya loved a good fight but this was something entirely different. It’s like Asagao was losing herself to the idea of it. Like she was high on a drug he couldn’t even comprehend.

In all his years underground, Dazai had never seen such a look before, especially from an assassin. It’s like she was a mad crazed dog, thriving off the thrill and possibility of the fight she would receive from her next prey.

And for most, the sight would've been terrifying, enough to turn even the toughest enemies around. But for Dazai, he felt something different entirely. No, the boy wasn’t scared, not even a little bit.

He was enamored .

Then, like a switch in his mind, Dazai felt himself darken in his own sick joy, enjoying her positive reaction to his hit. Oh, she had been waiting for this, hadn't she? She wanted to see how scary he was? Fine. He’d gladly make her regret that decision for riling him up like this.

And just like that,the already fragile string in the back of his mind had snapped, giving into the impulse he had felt since stepping into this empty abandoned warehouse.

And that was to make her regret ever asking him to be here in the first place.

She wanted to see the demon prodigy, she wanted to face the port mafia executive?

Then so be it.

He’d make her cry, scream and plead like all the others. He would grab onto her fragile perfect scalp, make her get on her pretty little knees and apologize for ever wanting to be his enemy in the first place. Then she’d understand, then she’d finally get why Oda didn’t want her near him.

Asagao then disappeared a moment later, causing the demon to chuckle with silent wait before turning around in order to push his fist into the empty space just as the girl rematerialized in front of his eyes.

Yet he only hit air, the girl smirking before ducking under his hand and pushing her leg underneath him to uneven his balance in order to lift her hand towards his chest with ease.

Dazai felt himself fall backwards immediately though, his eyes narrowing with intrigue before racing forward and grasping onto her arm in order to ground himself, pulling her forward and reversing the intent so that she would be off center instead.

Feeling her lungs cave with pain, Asagao then lifted her wavering foot up to his stomach before kicking the mafia executive with so much force that Dazai had no choice but to loosen his hold with a sharp gasp of surprise.

He then held the area before smiling sadistically to dodge another one of her attacks in order for his fingers to reach towards her scalp and roughly grab onto the strands before pulling her towards him once more.

Then before she could process it, the boy had kicked her legs out from under her, only for her to roughly crash towards the hard warehouse floor, his voice dripping with venom as he slammed her head into the surface with a deep chuckle. “Ah, Asa-chan. You’re really making me work for this, aren’t you? Makes me wanna play around with you some more.”

Yet he only heard her laugh from underneath his hand, the girl lifting her eyes up as Dazai caught a long line of blood appearing from the crown of her head. “Funny, I was gonna say the same thing about you.”

And with that, it seemed like her bloodthirsty and waiting smile had grown tenfold, her body showing no sign of fear even though she was being gripped so roughly by her hair.

The very sight then caused Dazai’s dark and twisted soul to clutch harder with pure amusement. God, the way she was looking at him was so addicting. She looked so gorgeous like this, smiling between his fingers while blood ran down those pretty pink cheeks of hers.

What a fearless little rabbit she turned out to be.

Pushing her lips together, Asagao then spit straight into the mafioso's face, using the leverage from the move in order to fully slip from his grip and disappear from his sight once more.

Dazai’s hands then moved towards the gun by his side in order to automatically pick up the object and aim it towards the empty open space in order to let off five shots that he knew she would soon occupy.

And he was right, Asagao reappearing only for her body to immediately shift in order to avoid the rain of bullets he had brought her way.

But because there were so many and so expectedly, one of them managed to clip against her arm, grazing the surface as she gasped out in order to find the injury.

Dazai’s hand was fast, using the blood dripping from her forearm to his advantage as it reached out for her only for Asa to narrow her eyes and just barely miss his touch only for the executive to change his intent and aim for somewhere else.

Barreling his fist into her ribs, Asagao then slumped backwards in order to clutch onto the area before she quickly countered in order to reach her hand forward and reach his face.

Then before Dazai could realize what she was doing, the girl had grasped onto his bandaged eye in order to pull the wrappings loose as the boy couldn’t help but widen his eyes at the vulnerable attack.

No one had ever tried to aim for that before, mostly because no one knew how badly it could shake him. But Asagao did, she knew everything about him.

His surprise was just enough time for Asagao to smirk before barreling her own fist straight into the executives face a second later, her knuckles painting with blood as Dazai felt himself stumble backwards with pain only for the boy to place a disbelieving finger to the sight.

And before the white gauze had to change to hit the ground, Dazai’s fingers reacted absentmindedly, his hand reaching out before wrapping them around Asa’s slim neck in order to bring her to the ground with pure and unriddled force.

Her body hit the floor a second later, gasping as her fingers tried to claw for release only for his other hand to quickly grab her wrists and pin them above her head in a makeshift prison of his own design.

He felt the madness, the sadistic joy overtake him as he squeezed her airways with no mercy, wanting nothing more than to make her pay for such a dirty and successful tactic she had orchestrated.

And yet, the face she made underneath him still showed no sign of fear or weakness. She wasn’t like Akutagawa at all. Even though he could end her life and snap her neck at any moment, the way she looked at him was firm, almost like she was coaxing him to do it.

That same addicting feeling soon washed over him, as he felt his fingers grip even tighter without permission. Suddenly it all made sense, why she was supposed to stay out of Yokohama.

It was because she was the embodiment of a perfect tool. Any one that had an assassin like her in their hands would surely succeed in the underworld.

Oh, Mori would’ve killed to have her between his fingers. He just knew it. If he knew that something like her existed then he was sure that the boss would have stopped at nothing to obtain it.

And for a moment, Dazai’s mind went there as well, knowing that she would make a far more promising subordinate than Akutagawa. He could just imagine it, bending her into his own image and using her to take control of the port mafia. Him and his bloodthirsty attack dog, how they could bring a new era to the this fucked up pointless little world.

Yet that’s when Odasaku’s voice shattered everything.

“Be a good man”

Gasping back into reality, Dazai’s eyes then filled with realization for his dark twisted thoughts in order to immediately loosen his grip on Oda’s sister’s neck only to hear her gasp out a struggling breath.

Wait, what was he doing, what was he thinking just now?

Asagao then used his brief moment of weakness to completely slip from his grasp only to disappear before Dazai saw her leg approach his face a millisecond later, and this time he didn’t try to stop it.

The force of the hit sounded throughout the warehouse a moment later as Dazai felt his entire body fall backwards onto the ground, his head spinning and throbbing by the sheer power only for him to place his hands onto the ground on all fours.

But the pain in his head was nothing compared to the utter shame and guilt he felt for disobeying his best friend's wish. He got too carried away and Asagao paid the price for it.

So much so, Dazai then closed his eyes before placing a dramatic hand towards his cheek in order to look back towards Asa and cry pathetically. “Owieee! Asa-chann, you know I don’t like pain. Why did you do that? It hurts!”

Asa then blinked in surprise, her feet unmoving as she took in the strange new tone from the boy. It seemed like the air had shifted as well. “Osu..”

Then all at once, the red haired girl then looked down at her feet before leaning down in order to pick up the discarded bandage and hand them out of the boy with a guilty smile. “Sorry. Guess I got carried away again.”

Looking down at the white colored gauze, Dazai then lowered his eyes before carefully taking them back before he took in her response. What did she have to be guilty about? He was the one that had taken things too far and hurt her.

Dazai then watched the girl play with her fingers, ignoring the blood cascading down her face in order to look up at him with anxious hope. “So uhh..did I win? Did I impress the great mafia executive?

At that, he couldn’t help but blink before his own lips curved into a small genuine smile without his permission in order to reach his fingers and touch the blood by her eye.

Even though things got out of hand, even though he should’ve stopped them, he still couldn’t lie to her, even if he so desperately wanted to. “You did.”

And the pure happiness that appeared from those two simple words made his heart twist and turn in every single unpleasant direction he could ever imagine.

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The two returned to Oda’s apartment just as the sun began to rise, only for Asagao to immediately grab the first aid kit so that they could patch themselves up from the previous fight.

Pulling the white colored bandages around her arms silently, the kids didn’t ask each other for help, simply completing their own work in utter silence as Dazai couldn’t help but stare at her with a heavy sigh.

She was wearing her glasses again, yet the girl’s careful fingers seemed to know exactly what she was doing, almost like she had patched herself up a million times before. He wouldn’t have been surprised though if that was the case. She was obviously experienced.

Yet that’s when Asa let out a sigh on her own before looking towards the boy in question with a teasing smirk in order to show him her arms. “Hey, Osu! Look, I’m you now.”

The girl then leapt to her feet before placing her fingers under her chin with a fake deep mocking voice. “I’m Dazai Osamu and you better be careful darling, cause I might make you cry pretty little tears.”

At that, Dazai couldn’t help but raise an eye, the boy snorting in reply. “Is that your impression of me?”

Asa only nodded though, beaming in joy. “Mhmm! Pretty good, right?”

The boy then shook his head before crawling over to the girl with a devious smile of challenge.“Alright then, two can play that game..”

Then he reached his fingers out in order to grasp onto Asa’s glasses, taking them off her face before putting them on his instead.

Laughing to himself, Dazai then let out a girliest response he could muster. “I’m Oda Asagao and..oh no! Who put that railing there, am I right? Oh, I’m so clumsy and silly all the time, I can’t even see where I’m going!”

He then let out another mocking giggle only for Asagao to blink in surprise before covering her eyes with her hands with an embarrassing groan. “Aw man, do I really sound like that?”

Dazai only nodded though, pushing his fingers towards the frames. “All the time, love.”

The boy then leaned forward into her personal bubble before humming with pure interest in order to pry her fingers from her eyes. “Aww look at you, all shy now without your glasses. How cute.”

And when his fingers finally revealed her face, Dazai couldn’t help but smirk at the very familiar blush painting her cheeks as she looked anywhere but the man in question.

How funny, just hours ago she was looking at him with such a bloodthirsty and calculating stare and now she couldn’t even meet his eyes without her glasses.

He wanted to tease her some more but no matter what he tried she still didn’t budge, causing the boy to sigh before removing the large round frames and plopping them back onto her eyes as Asa muttered back softly. “I’ll work on it. I’m just not used to them off.”

The room turned quiet then only for Asagao to speak first, her voice just barely above a whisper. “Hey, Osamu..”

Dazai then turned his head in reply only for Oda’s sister to give a heavy weighted sigh in his direction. “Were you being serious before? Are you really not..scared of me..?”

And to be honest, the girl could hardly believe his last words at the warehouse. She had shown him such a twisted side of herself, anyone would’ve been pissed off or horrified. She had even used Dazai’s weakness of physical touch against him so that he would hit her.

She had manipulated him and the girl wouldn’t blame him if he never wanted to see her again. That’s usually how things went anyways. She was a lot to handle for anybody.

The boy could only scoff at her question though, knowing that she had everything backwards. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that question?”

He had soiled Odasaku’s honor after all, he had let his dark port mafia soul take over and hurt his best friend’s precious little sister. He didn’t hold back and he wasn’t kind.

Yet that’s when Asagao only turned her head, like the answer was obvious.

“You’re not scary..you’re just Osu..”

The voice she used was so sickeningly sweet, so pure and passionate that Dazai couldn’t help but feel his heart drop straight into his chest. She didn’t actually believe that, right?

Did she not see what happened tonight, did she not hear his deprived and horrible thoughts about wanting to chain her to him as his subordinate? Did she not feel the lingering effects of blood on her skin? Or did she simply not care?

Just then, Dazai caught sight of the bandages around her neck, knowing damn well what kind of injury lay beneath. He could almost see them, the lingering effects of his fingertips on her throat.

The boy then saddened at the clear sign of his failure before lifting his hand up in order to run two fingers across the bandages in a defeated line.

And for the first time, Dazai cared .

Noticing his silence, Asagao then frowned in concern before reaching her fingers forward with worry for his strange reaction. “Osamu, what’s wrong?”

But her voice was so kind that Dazai felt himself immediately curl inside himself, his entire body flinching and growing tense at the sight of her gentle soft fingers in his line of sight.

No, she couldn’t touch him, she’d be tainted like him.

Swallowing to himself, the boy then watched Asa’s touch freeze at his obviously uncomfortable reply before he covered it up with a forced chuckle. “Why would anything be wrong?”

But it was bullshit, everything he said was bullshit, and it seemed like Asagao knew that as well, her eyes softening at the state of his vulnerable, weak and ever telling body language.

It was obvious to tell that he was running away from something, like something was haunting him. But he was recoiling from those feelings, not allowing her to see the softness he was so desperately trying to hide.

Just the very sight made Asagao crumble just slightly. He didn’t trust her, it was obvious.

And why should he? The two weren’t friends, they were practically strangers.

And Dazai hated it, he hated how she looked at him, like she could read his mind. It was too close, too personal. It made him uncomfortable and uneasy.

Yet that’s when Asagao simply smiled softly in his direction before allowing her hand to fall onto her lap without another word.

The mafia executive couldn’t help but blink though, not believing what he was seeing. She didn’t push it, she didn’t make fun of his inability to be touched. She simply let it be.

Just then, the doorbell began to ring only for Asagao to quickly stand up with a joyful clap of her hands in order to break the tension. “Oh! Don’t worry, I’ll get it! That must be the delivery we ordered!”

Dazai then watched as the red haired girl moved towards the door only for his fingers to reach out desperately and catch her hand before it left his sight completely. “Asagao.”

Asa froze at the sound immediately. He had just called her by her full name, he had never done that before.

The girl then paused only for Dazai to squeeze onto the surface with so many unspoken words. But could he say? He didn’t have the right to ask her anything.

He had never felt like this before, he had never felt such regret and concern after a fight. The sensation was strange and he didn’t like it.

And as horrible as it was, Dazai had enjoyed their match tonight. He liked having a challenge and he loved the reactions she gave him. It was enticing, addicting but somehow it still all felt wrong.

How could he regret something so clearly and yet want to relive it at the same time?

But like a prayer, she did so for him, her hand moving as she smiled in his direction. “Osu, after we eat, let's plan our next fight, okay?”

She was telling him not to worry about it, that she wasn’t bothered by the way things played out tonight.

And the way she wore Odasaku’s face, it was like the very sight was tricking him into believing he hadn’t made a horrible mistake towards his friend's wish.

So much so, the boy gave into the delusions, letting Asagao go from his grasp with a small bitter smile. Was it wrong to admit that tonight was enjoyable? That he wanted to do it again?

He didn’t dare speak that out into the air though, afraid of what it would bring.

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After slipping out from Osamu’s grip, Asagao then disappeared towards the front door only to throw the object open with a goofy grin, expecting to see the delivery driver that she had been waiting for.

Only it wasn’t the delivery man at all.

In fact, it was probably the worst possible person she could imagine.

And almost instantly her expression began to fall with anxiety as she looked into the eyes of a very familiar, very angry face staring back at her, accompanied by over a dozen government officials.

Obviously he didn’t think her little “running away” joke was very funny three weeks ago.

Yet even so, his name couldn’t help but run into her mind at the sight, internally groaning at the man in question.

Ango.

#bsd dark era #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai osamu #fanfic #bsd odasaku #dazai x fem reader #dazai x y/n #dazai x odasaku!sister #dazai x reader #bungo stray dogs odasaku #bsd chuuya #dazai x you

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laurenairay · 2 years

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For your birthday prompts, 3 “You bet on us?” with Jacob Markstrom please.

Oooh this one was fun to write, mainly because I haven’t written for Marky in ages – I hope you enjoy it!

“You bet on us?”

Words: 898

“We’re going to have to tell them eventually, you know.”

You turned your head on the pillow to look at your boyfriend, huffing out a laugh.

“Yeah I know. Hasn’t it been nice not having everyone up in our business though?” you mused.

Jacob just laughed, nodding his agreement. The two of you had fallen into each other’s beds almost immediately when he’d first been traded to Calgary, your friendship with Elias Lindholm’s girlfriend Annika looping you into the same circles, especially when Jacob was still living with them. As time had gone on though, friends with benefits had shifted into something more, a solid serious relationship, but you’d both agreed to keep things quiet, mostly because you’d already seen how nosy and involved his team and all your friends were with anyone’s new relationships, and you’d just wanted to keep it to yourself for the moment.

That ‘moment’ had shifted into 3 months, and still no-one knew. You never posted anything on social media about each other, you didn’t go to team events, you definitely didn’t show up together to friends gatherings, and you rarely did a date night out in public. Sure, some people might not like that, but for you, it felt nice having something that was just yours.

But it looked like Jacob had reached the end of his need for privacy. Intriguing.

“Any particular reason you’ve changed your mind?” you asked, propping your head up with your hand to look at him properly.

“I just…everyone gets to snuggle in public. I want to be able to do that with you,” he admitted, blush dusting his cheeks.

Oh that sweet, sweet man.

“Okay,” you said simply.

“Okay?” he repeated, eyes full of hope.

“Yeah, okay. I’m in, let’s go public,” you nodded.

The grin that spread over Jacob’s lips made you laugh, that laughter increasing as he all but launched himself at you, pressing a flurry of kisses to your neck.

Trying to figure out how to go public in the most low-key way was the hard part. Even though you’d both agreed that it was finally time after talking a little more about the whole situation, the last thing you wanted was to make a big song and dance about things. That just wasn’t you, and it certainly wasn’t him either.

Eventually, you both decided to just show up holding hands to a dinner Elias and Annika were hosting at their house. That was as minimal fuss as you could think of – anything else could come later.

So when the evening came, Jacob squeezing your hand for reassurance while you waited for the door to open, you couldn’t deny that you were nervous. Not bad nervous per say, but there was still that element of the unknown. Would they be mad that you hadn’t told them? At least not for long when they saw how happy you were, right?

“You made it!”

Elias’s loud voice greeted you, breaking you out of your thoughts, and you found yourself smiling as he did a double take.

“Annika! They finally showed up together!” he called over his shoulder.

What.

“About time!” Annika said happily as she appeared next to him, “You owe me so much money babe.”

What?!

You looked up at Jacob, who looked just as confused as you were. Well that was something at least.

“You bet on us?” you asked, confused.

“Honey, we all did,” Annika mused.

Well damn.

We all did. That was ominous.

The two of you walked into their house, Elias shutting the door behind you, but your head was still whirling as Annika took your coats. They all knew? Or, they’d all guessed? What the hell?

“Who bet what?” Jacob asked, when the four of you finally in the kitchen.

You batted at his arm, making him laugh.

“What? I want to know what they were thinking about us,” he shrugged, earning laughter from your friends.

You huffed out a laugh, but smiled as he lifted your joint hands to press a kiss to your knuckles, Annika just cooing at the sweet display.

“There’s like a dozen of us involved in the main bet now, I won’t lie…”

Well, fuck. That was way more than you’d thought.

“…and everything ranged from if you were just sleeping together or secretly crushing on each other or actually properly dating, including when admissions were made and who told who first. I have a spreadsheet and everything. And of course us two had our own bet.”

“Oh you guys are the worst!” you groaned.

You could guess at least a few of the people involved, knowing how busybody they all were, but the full scale of it still blew your mind a little.

But at least they weren’t mad?

“I guess you’ll need details to make sure the winnings go out properly, hm?” Jacob said simply.

“You are far too nonchalant,” you sighed.

“I’m just happy I get to show off how happy I am,” Jacob shrugged, smiling down at you, “I liked keeping things private, don’t get me wrong, but it was time.”

Well how could you argue with that?

“So, details?” Elias grinned.

Jacob just grinned back, Elias and Annika laughing, and you couldn’t help but laugh as well. Of all the reactions, this was the last thing you were expecting…but you also weren’t surprised in the slightest.

“Here’s what happened…”

#my writing #birthday prompt list #jacob markstrom blurb #jacob markstrom imagine #jacob markstrom fanfic

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goxinsane · 1 year

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{ @ghostsxagain x }

Sure, just like any ordinary kid, one would dream of going to Disney alongside your loving family. There were countless rides and attractions, characters to meet and great food, but it was never something Carrot found interest in. Many kids at her school raved about the idea, but the Dyer family was NOT part of the norm. Idealistically, the vacation was too expensive to enjoy-- coming from someone whom was now maintenance or found enjoyment in unique or niche things. Carrot didn’t need to be bought nor stay miserable, because she knew better than to be stuck-- far, far away from comfort, and deal with someone she once called a father, alongside a step-mother and her brat of a kid. More important dreams boggled throughout the redhead’s mind instead--- the idea of having at least one parent continuously love her and her brother Atlas, after their nasty divorce.

Oliver had a funny way of showing it, as one (biological) child cut ties while the other was forcibly hanging on by a loose, orange thread. He never listened, but that was just the tip of the metaphorical ‘iceberg’, knowing there was so much more to this relationship with their mother than what was ever let on. One had to physically be there in order to truly understand, though, she couldn’t blame her, there was no use in sacrificing one’s own happiness while being the only player on the team whom gave it their all. Now, as Carrot and Atlas grew up with their mother’s love, now she dreamt that Sidney would receive the love she deserved, even if it started with self-love. This was a better family dynamic, in the long-run.

“Sure, sure, we got all summer,” A nod acknowledged her mother’s proposal to a trip. Not that they could spend the entirety just having fun-- they had lives to live. Sidney worked. Atlas had his own friends and adventures and could even spend hours on sketches. And Carrot? She wanted to spend time in their swimming pool, hang with some friends (and her crush) the local skate-park, or forest, and even proudly find herself a part-time job. This summer would hopefully be better than the last, but she never looked forward to returning to school. At least exams were over, and she could forget the past week of HELL. “I’m game, if you are. Especially to spite them.” It sounded vicious, maybe even with a tinge of anger throughout her voice, but she really was happier in this household-- and that wasn’t because Sidney spoke so casually. Like she said, Grandma wasn’t too keen. Though, a trip, just the two of them? Carrot got lots of her personality from her mother, but what could go wrong? They’ll talk about it later.

After speaking, her eyes darted back to focus on her rummaging. Focusing on anything but the sudden topic, was key. Actually, bringing up the topic of permanently living here, had hit a sore spot and no, not talking about summer plans could pull them out now. Why would she want to look at her mother, when she could possibly cry? (Again!) Her ducts felt blocked, anyways. Carrot grabbed her bathing suit from her bag, shoved it besides her and aggressively zipped up the bag. She didn’t like the attention right now, but knew it was better to say something than not, even just to temporarily set peace. “Of course he zaps the happiness outta me, he’s an asshole.” But he’s your father!-- She could hear Grandma say that too.

With an exhale, Carrot brushed the hair away from her face and behind her ear. “The simplest of shit sets that man off, these days. He had a tantrum before driving me back here.” She mumbled and sat back in her spot. Carrot knew her mother’s intentions were nothing but the best, but she’d rather restart the start of her summer vacation, properly. “...I would LOVE to stay here, you’re my awesome mom and I got Atlas too, but I’m sure he’ll find some way to keep, keeping me in the loop of his life.” She scoffed at the thought. “Like I’d want that! You outta know he invited me, and and only me, to his wedding? I bet he did that just to spite you.” Come to think of it, most definitely he did. And knowing the dress his soon-to-be wife picked out? Was burned in her mind. It was ugly, and Carrot didn’t do dresses.

Her next words were said mockingly and ended with a grumble under her breath, stubbornly. At least she was suddenly vocal, but that didn’t stop the random stream of blood trickling down from her nostril... “You know he’ll probably never budge with me, he wants his precious princess in his life, even if that means wanting to change me.”

#ghostsxagain #carrotresponse #<33 #oops: this got long #[ made with beta ]

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years

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Here’s a little drabble to go along with that silly drawing I did earlier today.

On with the fic!

Lucian wasn’t one for human holidays, lycans didn’t really have them either. Yes, some still celebrated things, which he was fine with, he wasn’t going to stop them from enjoying elements of their old lives, but he didn’t really get it.

He especially didn’t understand how Peter went about celebrating things. Everything was flashy and bright, especially when it came to Halloween. Apparently, Peter didn’t give a shit about the holidays, he just loved being obnoxious with decorating and celebrating because it meant it was often an excuse to get drunk and party.

Why did he need an excuse, he did it often enough without one.

Today’s holiday seemed to be less flashy and bright, but it was still obnoxious, since Peter had been wearing the cheapest looking sunglasses he had ever seen the man wear before.

And they were heart shaped.

“Should I even question this?” Lucian asked, watching as his lover paraded around the penthouse, drinking from a drink so pink that Lucian swore it was glowing and humming because of chemicals. It smelled strongly of strawberries and rum, and Peter was drinking with the use of a silly straw that looped into a heart.

“Probably best that you don’t.” Peter grinned. “What, don’t lycans celebrate Valentine’s Day?”

“I don’t, but I am aware that some do. It seems odd,” Lucian commented, looking at the box of chocolates that Peter had been snacking on throughout the day, “that there is a holiday centered around a saint who was brutally murdered for marrying people.”

“Lots of holidays are celebrated around saints who had horrible deaths. I know of one for a saint who had her breasts chopped off and people paint pictures of her with them on a plate. Should’ve done that with mine, would that have been cool and aesthetic-y, or no?”

“I... I don’t know where to go with that.”

Peter snorted and laughed, then popped another chocolate into his mouth. He made a face and spat it back into his hand. “Yuck, I hate the coconut ones.” He put it back in the box before wiping his hand off on a napkin.

“Oh! Wait, I’ve got somethin’ for ya!” He said before reaching into his back pocket, pulling something out.

Lucian raised an eyebrow as he took what looked to be another set of cheap plastic sunglasses shaped like hearts. Only these ones were red, Peter’s were pink. “No.”

“Oh come on, please! I bet you’d look great in ‘em!”

Lucian turned them about in his hands, frowning. “I don’t understand. Why are we wearing these things?”

“Because they’re cute as fuck, babe!” Peter grinned, putting his hands on his hips, looking rather proud of himself.

Lucian sighed and slipped them on his face, already feeling a bit uncomfortable from the plastic where it wasn’t molded properly. “These are terrible.”

“That’s the point, enjoy! Come on, I’ll make you a fruity ass drink, get you into the holiday spirit.”

“I thought this was a love-based holiday.”

“It is! We can be both drunk and in love! Now, do you like strawberry or raspberry?”

#lucian x peter vincent #john's art #good omens extended universe

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gatitties · 2 years

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Death

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: you show that death is not an option to leave this world

─ Warnings: none

3 < 4 > 5

You gasped again in the middle of a chase, you started to question your fitness the less you lasted running or looping because what the fuck is up with Michael? He doesn't even run and he's catching up to you in just two seconds obviously you're not as tall as him, but this seemed like a bad joke.

You started to slow down approaching an 'L' shaped structure you looked over your shoulder to see the red light right behind you, then sprung into action. You put your hand in the form of a fist taking it to your heart, pretending that it was getting harder and harder for you to breathe, leaving Michael out of place, he just stayed with the knife suspended in the air staring at you.

Were you dying? Did you have asthma? He was so confused because something like this never happened, should he leave you for a while to recover and go after you again? Or stab you directly? Since he was not very clear about it, he chose to stalk you and charge his power to level two. He would still get blood points for keeping up the 'chase' as well.

"Call an ambulance, call an ambulance...!" You gasped, pounding your chest like you couldn't breathe properly, Michael looked at you like you were stupid, an ambulance? really? Here? "but not for me!"

You intended to use a flashlight to blind him by surprise, but the surprise was yours when the supposed flashlight that you had in your hand was not there, however instead of that, you threw a box of heavy tools right at the killer's face. It made a dull noise against his forehead, but it didn't even hurt him, he just stared at you silently with disapproval and annoyance.

You're done, you're so done. You sentenced everyone to die because you made him reach level three obsession, but hey, for you it would still be a gg wp. At least you had won Ace's bet, he bet some blood points that you wouldn't be able to stun Michael, because let's face it, normally you just did a little bit of loop then full w, you barely dropped pallets or you did it wrong, you started to think that it would be easier to throw tool boxes to stun.

You returned the blood points earned to him in exchange for him accompanying you to the forest, why did you want to go to the forest if there is only fog and pine trees, maybe a lake? Simply because you wanted to, did you need any excuse? You only used Ace so they wouldn't tell you that you couldn't go alone, and he couldn't say no anymore even if he didn't want to go.

"The first bet I lose here is with a kid."

"I'm not a kid!"

Ace looked at you from behind his glasses, having his typical stupid crooked smile.

"In my eyes and compared to my age you are."

You clucked and rolled your eyes, walked a few steps ahead of him, occasionally fiddling with the first aid kit Claudette had forced you to carry, as well as the ax them occasionally used to chop down wood, this one your companion had, at Just like you, he just fiddled with it trying to distract himself from the silence.

The silence and tension seemed to be getting to the man as he seemed to want to break it somehow, well he wasn't that charismatic when he didn't know if the creatures in the forest could kill him once and for all. Which you couldn't have cared less about, you weren't going to die, well, you couldn't die, you were clear about it, those monsters wouldn't be the ones that would end your life.

"Ahg this is boring, hey kid, why don't you tell me something about your past life? You never said anything about yourself when you got here, you just threw a tantrum until you had the damn cell phone."

"I also know almost nothing about you or your previous life."

"What do you want to know about my former self?"

"Really nothing, don't get me wrong, I don't think it makes sense or is important to know how you were before in the situation we are in, the important thing is how you are here and now."

"That may be the smartest thing you've said in all the time you've been here" You looked at him with a frown feeling completely attacked "I share the thought but I don't give a shit, I need to talk about something or I'll die of boredom, kiddo."

"I have nothing to tell you, I don't even have such a good memory, nor life experience, I'm fifteen, my old life only consisted of studying and sleeping, there's nothing more I can tell you."

"Hobbies?"

"Nothing in particular that might surprise you..."

"Pets?"

"They never let me have one..."

"Hell, have you done anything important in your life?"

"No, I already told you."

You fell back into silence for a few minutes, just as Ace seemed to want his round of questions you heard a low growl followed by the rustling of leaves in front of you, you didn't even have time to react as the man was already grabbing your arm to pull you behind him as he told you to cover your mouth. You slowly hid behind a fairly large rock, watching as a hound with sharp fangs and abnormally thin limbs sniffed around.

You almost got rid of it when it was about to leave but you had to take a step back and make a branch break in half, you shared a look with Ace and heard a much more ferocious growl, without looking at the creature you went to run. While you were laughing because of the adrenaline of the moment Ace was panicking because of the monster's proximity, he wasn't going to be able to dodge it, he wasn't going to be able to protect you, were you going to die from this thing?

No of course not, you got tired of running too fast so you slowed down until you were standing in front of the hellhound with a smile, Ace freaked out even more when he didn't see you next to him, turning his head and almost peeing on his pants when seeing how the beast pounced on your body.

"Don't waste my life and run away, did you hear me old man?!"

"Oh shit- come back here, you don't have to do that you don't know if you're going to-!"

Ace looked away, his breathing became erratic as he watched as you were stabbed and dismembered, he stifled all of his guilt and went for a run not wanting to miss this chance you had given him.

You could only say that it was less painful than you expected, you laughed inside yourself, you had only wanted to dramatize the scene as if you were in a movie, but you knew you were going to come back. And you checked it when your body began to turn into thick black fog, you arrived at the camp in one piece to see how almost everyone paranoid their surroundings.

Until you exchanged glances with a distraught Ace, who had arrived a while ago leaving everyone worried for your life. He stopped what he was doing to strangle you in a hug, you laughed silently.

"I already said that I wasn't going to die, you'all are dramas."

"I don't care, don't do that again for God's sake!"

"Someone had to prove it, at least you know that you can't die from the creatures of the fog either."

"I prefer that you throw me slices of cheese every day to wake me up before you use yourself as a guinea pig for these things."

"Slices of cheese as an alarm clock huh...?"

"It was just an exaggeration-!"

#dbd x reader #dbd #survivorsxreader #killersxreader #xreader #gn #gn reader #teen reader #platonic #platonic reader #ace #ace visconti #reader insert

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montymollusk · 3 years

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first original post on here in a while because i’ve been watching encanto on a loop since it came out and i have THOTS.

my major one is how dolores’ verse in we don’t talk about bruno is so centered around bruno’s pain and struggle within the family- how no one ever understood him or his gift. she doesn’t demonize him, unlike some people (cough cough resident theater kid) and needs mirabel to understand that bruno is not and was never a bad guy. her desperation in the line “do you understand?” gets me every time

and why would she? even aside from knowing that he’s listening, dolores understands better than ANYONE how it feels to have knowledge you didn’t want and that people resent you for. dolores just has no way to turn it off.

there’s also the fact that we never see her really helping the town throughout the movie. abuela seems to have pretty limited ideas for what her family’s gifts can do for people, and i doubt she would have many ideas for how dolores gift would benefit the community, same with how she shows some trepidation with figuring out what to do with antonio’s gift, mostly just focusing on her relief that the encanto is working properly again.

it makes sense to me that after a while, abuela probably left dolores to her own devices. not trying to completely demonize abuela here, i have complicated thoughts on her character but i do NOT think she’s a monster, i just think that she would try to focus on more concrete and simple ways to help the community in day to day life, where dolores’ gift is pretty specialized. maybe every now and then she relays messages from the townspeople when there’s an emergency or someone doesn’t feel like coming all the way to the casita, but i doubt abuela would come up with anything else.

all this to say- i think dolores understands what bruno went through with his gift, being deemed either useless or actively malicious. dolores was probably terrified of people targeting her for knowing too much, the same as bruno being targeted for not always having happy visions. she knows what happens to people when their gift isn’t helpful enough, so she melted into the shadows.

i think bruno probably appreciated having someone in his corner even before mirabel came to him, someone who gets it like no one else in the madrigals can. though i bet it probably killed him that his niece had to go through what he did, especially after giving her the vision of mariano. i definitely agree with the hcs that dolores snuck him notes or food any chance she got, she probably misses the shit out of bruno and wishes he could sit with everyone at dinner for real.

anyways. bruno and dolores solidarity.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #dolores madrigal #mm says stuff #the fact that bruno and dolores are the only ones who have their eyes open on their doors is #interesting to me #i don’t know if it was intentional to show the parallels i’ve described here #or if it was just a ‘oh their gifts both use the senses (hearing v sight) so it makes sense’#either way. i have chronic reading too deeply into things disorder #once i get my tablet pen back i’m gonna draw dolores and bruno hangouts #ALSO I DONT THINK CAMILO IS AN ASSHOLE FOR HIS VERSE IN WDTAB EITHER #i think he’s a theater kid who wanted to fuck around and spook his cousin #he’s an asshole but in a teenager way

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notchesandbullets · 4 years

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Take it From Your Hot Neighbor Baby (Virgin!Sub!Midoriya x Reader)

Art credit: Heijiu Comics

Requested by anon: OMGGGGGG I love your writing, I was thinking If I can make a request on a smut with my baby Izuku Midoriya. Where he's so beautiful and innocent and the older neighbor next door from him likes him and basically targets him for sex which is the reader of course, and he likes her too. So then she totally doms him and invites him to her house and basically go at it as Izuku's innocent's self can't handle the pleasure the reader gives him!If you could do that I love your writing, If not it's cool!!!

Warnings: slight dumbification, precious bby izuku is 19, everything that happens here is consensual, unprotected sex, pet names, overstimulation, virgin!sub!izuku (mainly), Aged up!AU, filthy smut, dirty talk, cursing.

18+

A/N: Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!! i loved writing this :D (feel free to send me another to write, i’m already almost done with what i suspect is your other one xD)

Words: 4k

You grinned as the shared wall between you and your neighbor shook, signaling that the boy from next door was finally home.

Midoriya Izuku, a passionate and utterly clueless broccoli-haired boy turned fresh pro-hero, sweet and sensitive, everything you ever wanted in a partner. That, and he was clearly too shy to approach you.

You had been neighbors with him and his mom for forever but only until recently, after his admission into UA did you start to see him in another light besides platonic. And it wasn’t until he graduated that he had completely dominated your interest in another way entirely.

It was no secret that he used to be a scrawny kid but since his high school days, he had bulked up considerably.

Now, with the body of a tank and a soul bursting with positivity, you were completely hooked.

It really was astonishing to you how he continued to maintain that innocent personality after becoming a pro-hero. No one was that optimistic and oblivious all at the same time.

You had started out with smaller hints, bringing him food once a week to make sure he was eating properly, taking care of him when he was sick or injured and just too stubborn to admit it and go to the hospital, you name it and you’ve done it.

What was extremely exciting at first to be interacting with him like this dulled the moment you realized this baby was so innocent that all your signals were completely going over his head.

The dumb baby. Your dumb baby.

He was fast approaching 20 but you were willing to bet he hadn’t even gotten laid yet. With the way he walked, it was as if he was still the same kid you had met ten years ago.

Your parents had long since moved out of the apartment, going closer to where your grandparents were since they were getting older and needed to be taken care of. You had politely declined their invitation to go with, asking if you could take over the lease on the place since they would no longer be living here.

As their only child, they had a soft spot for you and let you do as you pleased now that you were old enough to be living on your own. They even helped you out with the rent even though that was entirely unnecessary.

Your day job paid enough.

An upbeat tune floated throughout your apartment and you danced along to the music in nothing but a thin cami and a pair of scarlet lace panties. Since it was so hot today, you had decided to forgo actual clothes. It was perfect, but you were definitely still sweating.

Tapping a finger to your chin thoughtfully, you recalled how your adorable and hot neighbor’s mom was out working all day and wouldn’t be back until late. Plus, you knew that he had no hero work today, courtesy of the boy telling you himself via text when you checked up on him earlier this week.

Pulling an oversized t-shirt over your head so that it brushed just below your thong clad ass and fell off of your shoulders, you fluffed your hair, giggling to yourself at your reflection in the mirror.

Today was the day you would make Midoriya yours.

Grabbing a few cookies from the kitchen that you had made just last night because you felt like it at that moment, you flung open your front door, knocking on his a second later.

Hopping in place excitedly, you couldn’t contain your enthusiasm. You hadn’t even bothered to message him that you were coming over, knowing that he would prefer it be a surprise.

“Izuku!!” You cheered when the door opened, immediately thrusting the plate of cookies out towards him.

He staggered a couple steps back, unprepared for your sudden attack but rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile, emerald eyes shining with gratitude.

Midoriya bowed gratefully. “Thank you, Y/N!!”

It had taken literally years before he was comfortable calling you by your first name without any honorific attached to the end of it. But it was worth the wait as warmth sparked through your heart and a soft smile adorned your features before it was replaced with a mischievous one.

Bounding up to him, you pressed your chest against his purposefully, making it so that you almost lost your balance. You gasped in mock surprise when he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to catch you, relishing in how strong his arms felt around you.

Midoriya stuttered as your boobs were practically smushed against his face by how close you were to him. Were they always that big?!

It wasn’t like he masturbated to you everyday or anything. Definitely not.

He groaned, throwing his head back as your body heat encompassed him.

Who was he kidding, he jerked off to you every spare second he got. He couldn’t help it though. Your beautiful smile always beckoning him over, those alluring eyes of yours enticing him closer and closer until he felt as though he could combust merely by standing in your presence alone.

Giggling, your teeth sank down into your bottom lip and you batted your eyes at him. A shudder ran down his spine and you bit back a smile at the blush that sat on his freckled cheeks.

“Do you want to come over for a little while?” You asked softly, feigning shyness and you rubbed your thighs together. “I have something I want to show you.”

The action didn’t go unnoticed and Midoriya’s mouth dried as the swell of your breasts peeked up over the low scoop of your shirt when he glanced down.

“Uh, y-yes?” He uttered, voice shaking with uncertainty as he automatically agreed to what you had asked him without even thinking about it.

You giggled, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Great!!”

He stumbled after you as you dragged him next door to your apartment, losing his balance and falling on the couch as you pushed him inside.

Your eyes shifted from playful to concern as he landed on his back with an ‘oomph’.

You were quick to cup his face, examining him closely. “Oh no, Izuku, are you alright?”

“Y-Y/N!!!” He stammered out, face bright red at your proximity.

“Are you alright?” You repeated, uncharacteristically serious and seeing as how you were asking him more than one question, he nodded to both.

You chuckled, leaning in close. His cheeks burned at your proximity and although you wanted so badly to tease him, you needed to get something straight first.

“You ever been fucked before, baby?” You cooed sweetly and a visible shiver shot down his spine.

He gaped for a moment, not used to you saying something so brazenly but shook his head wordlessly.

You smiled, your tone taking on a gentle lilt as you sensed his nervousness. “Want me to be your first?”

This time he didn’t hesitate.

“Yes.” He whispered, barely breathing as he finally confessed what he had been longing for ever since he turned of age. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t outwardly show it, but your heart skipped a beat at his admission and the butterflies fluttered uncontrollably.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip to contain the wide smile. “Something tells me that you want to be played with, am I right?”

A whine bubbled past his lips and your smile turned wicked. Oh, you were going to have so much fun with him. You wondered how he would look when you played with his nipples, which you sure would be so sensitive it would have him hard in a heartbeat, or how he looked writhing under you when he was about to cum.

Anticipation thrummed through your veins and you couldn’t believe that after all this time, you finally had the opportunity to give him that kind of pleasure.

“Such a good boy.” You crooned softly and he audibly keened, stretching towards you desperately as you denied him a kiss. “What’s your safeword, baby?”

Midoriya’s head was spinning and his brain was short-circuiting from how unbelievably close you were to him. The sweet smell of your perfume flooded his senses and he swallowed thickly, very much aware of how little clothes you were wearing. You had yet to touch him and he was already a goner.

“S-Safeword?” He stammered out, his eyes shutting automatically as you threaded your fingers through his hair, a small moan breaking through the weighted silence as you scratched his scalp.

You observed his every move, every flutter of his lashes as he fell under your spell without even trying to succumb.

“Mmhm…” You hummed. “A word that you can use at any time and I’ll stop everything.”

A safeword was for both parties but you were fairly sure that you wouldn’t need it, being more experienced than him and aware of your boundaries. But just in case, you whispered that little tidbit of information in his ear so that he wasn’t left out of the loop.

“What if…” Midoriya gulped, restraining himself to keep his hands at his sides no matter how desperately he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked. “C-Can’t I just tell you to stop?”

You frowned a tiny bit, not put off by his question but rather how fucked out he looked already. The poor boy was already straining in his pants, the bulge making your mouth water but you kept your head on straight.

“You can.” You agreed. “If that’s what you want, we can do that.”

He glanced away from you, thinking hard. He wasn’t all innocent. He had watched porn before when dared to by Bakugou after one of the class movie nights at Heights Alliance back when they were at UA, and he was embarrassed how quickly he got attached to the videos that had bondage and overstimulation.

It always looked so enticing. He wanted to know what it felt like to be pinned down and overpowered until pleasure rode on every one of his senses.

He wanted you to do that to him.

“W-What about if I just used your name?”

Midoriya cringed as soon as he suggested it and took it back faster than you could react, another idea tumbling out of his mouth in a split second.

“Black?” He whispered, avoiding eye contact with you.

Baby boy blinked so nervously, worried you might refuse or reject him for any reason and you took his chin in between your thumb and forefinger, drawing his face close to yours.

“Alright baby, that’s perfect.” You reassured softly. “Either one of us can use it and then everything stops, okay?”

He nodded, getting more excited as your breath fanned across his lips.

“Need to hear you say it.” You demanded quietly.

His green curly hair bounced as he nodded vigorously. “I understand!!”

Midoriya stiffened for a moment in surprise as you finally pressed your lips against his, sealing his first kiss and he swore his heart stopped beating. Then, he melted into putty as you moved your lips skillfully against his, coaxing him to return it with as much lust and passion as you were igniting within him.

You pulled away to lean in close to his ear, trailing a finger up and down his chest playfully.

“Let me take care of you, Izuku~” You cooed, slyly licking the shell of his ear, savoring in the shiver that shot down his spine as a result of your ministrations.

You continued down, planting hot and wet open-mouthed kisses along his jaw as he whined and wriggled beneath you. Trailing down his neck to his collar bones and then his bare chest as you ripped open his shirt in one swift movement, you pinned his wrists above his head.

A protest ripped from his throat at your display of dominance.

“Y-Y/N!! I wanted to—”

“To what?” You questioned smugly.

Midoriya whimpered pathetically and you smirked.

He blushed, looking away. The boy was built like a bull but was an absolutely softie, innocent pure little bean at heart. He didn’t have what it took to take over.

“You wanted to touch me?” You asked, laving your tongue around one of his sensitive nipples. “You wanted to be on top?”

His face scrunched up at the strange sensation, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out as you bit down on the tender flesh.

You licked your lips seductively, making a show of your tongue grazing over your teeth as you gazed down at him through hooded eyes. “Do you think you deserve to touch me after being such a bad boy?”

You heard him every night. The walls were thin in the cheap apartment complex you lived in. Too thin.

“Don’t touch me until I say so.” You ordered.

You heard every wanton moan that bubbled past his pouty lips, such pretty little sounds that you wanted to hear all for yourself. You were jealous of the others in the vicinity that can undoubtedly hear him as well. The only thing that settled your heart at ease was the luscious cries of your name falling from his lips.

And now, all your neighbors would know just who he belonged to.

Midoriya gulped nervously and you reveled in the adrenaline pumping through your veins at being in control and dominating him. Your shirt rode up as you straddled his hips, and he wriggled beneath you, wanting nothing more than to touch you.

You trailed a finger from his chest all the way to his navel, teasing the waistband of his pants. He whined as you wiggled your ass down to sit comfortably on top of his thighs. Deftly unbuttoning his jeans, your eyes flickered back up to him.

“Oh my, these look so uncomfortable.” You mock pouted, sneakily biting the zipper of his fly and pulling it down. “Do you want me to take them off for you?”

You grinned as he involuntarily bucked his hips up into your feather-light touch, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes in frustration. Slowly pulling down his pants and boxers together, your eyes bugged out as you saw what he was packing.

“Oh…” You mused. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

If you thought he was big, you were dead wrong. This boy was hung as a horse. Well endowed to the max, he was easily packing eight inches and you couldn’t even fit your hands all away around his thick girth.

You stroked him as best as you could but judging by that guttural groan that erupted from his mouth, you’d say you were doing a pretty good job.

“Please!!” Midoriya begged, practically sobbing as you teased him and it was like music to your ears. “Please, Y/N, make me feel good!!”

“Yeah,” You whispered, suckling on the vein that ran on the underside of his stiff member. “You want me to make you cum, baby?”

“Yes, please!!” He cried, fisting the fabric of the sofa, remembering your rule not to touch you yet.

But it was killing him.

The foreplay had made you wet enough to take him and you weren’t keen on waiting another second longer.

Positioning yourself over his leaking head, the tip of his engorged shaft rubbed against your puffy folds as you pushed your thong to the side.

Midoriya’s eyes bulged out of his head as he saw the red lace and he couldn’t stop his hands from shooting to your waist as you threw your shirt up over your head, leaving you in that thin cami that left nothing to the imagination.

“F-Fuck—” You cursed as you sank down on him, thighs trembling from the effort of taking him. “Izuku, baby, you’re so big.”

He was rock hard and pressing against your inner walls just right. It had been so long since someone had filled you up like this and now that you had him, no one even came close to any of those prior.

Midoriya was huffing, moaning uncontrollably as the rush of pleasure he got by being encased in your tight heat so quickly. His hands gripped your hips, kneading the flesh of your ass as he started to rock you back and forth in his lap.

You completely ignored the fact that he disobeyed your order.

“Dumb baby,” You cooed softly. “Does that pussy feel good around your cock? Huh? Tell me.”

“Yes— hhgh, I love it so much, Y/N, you feel so tight, ahh!!” He mewled, unable to think of anything else except how good your cunny felt fluttering around him.

His face was beautifully flushed, unable to tear his gaze off of where his cock had disappeared into you. The sticky wetness smeared against his hip bones made your arousal evident and he was impossibly turned on at the vision in front of him.

You threw your head back as he took over control, gyrating your hips for you before you were even adjusted to his massive length. A breathy moan tumbled out of your lips as his fingers knotted their way into your hair, yanking it back so that your hips canted into him with every thrust.

“I-Izuku!!” You moaned loudly as he roughly and sporadically pounded into you.

You squealed as he pulled you down to his chest to get a better angle, all the breath vanishing from your lungs as he planted his heels and fucked up into you so fast that you would’ve fallen off from the force if he wasn’t holding onto you with an iron grip.

“Sorry, Y/N!!” He broke off with a whine and burrowed his face into your neck as you clenched around him, his hips stuttering. “But I’m about to—”

You shrieked as he released inside of you, painting your walls with his thick, milky white cum. Chest heaving, you pushed him down and straightened up, clicking your tongue.

“Such a selfish baby.” You crooned, controlling your breathing enough to put up a confident front. “I didn’t even get to cum yet.”

His eyes widened in horror at not satisfying you first. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t— Gah!!”

His earnest apology was interrupted as you began bouncing on him again, keen on reaching your high. His spent length twitched inside of you and he whimpered, eyes screwed shut at the pain.

“Y/N!! It… It hurts!!” Midoriya whimpered pitifully, his eyes screwed shut at the overstimulation.

“Aw,” Your smile was sadistic and you threw your ass back into his lap intentionally, causing him to throb within you. “Does it?”

“Yes!!” He cried out. “Fuck, please stop!!”

You pouted sadly, gyrating your hips faster. “But I haven’t even cum yet.”

It was too much. Your words spun with those sinful rocks of your hips was making a lethal mix of pain and pleasure shoot through his system and he whined, pawing at your hips.

“Y/N, please!!” He begged, unsure what he was begging for at this point.

It didn’t take long for him to get hard again. You weren’t sure if his short refractory period was a side effect of his power or the fact that he had just lost his virginity to you and wanted you again, but you were definitely going to oblige him either way.

Midoriya arched into your scalding touch as you leaned down to kiss him once again. Your soft lips and the hot cavern of your mouth distracted him as your tongues danced together and he almost forgot about the fact that he was balls-deep inside of you.

Until you started to move again.

His cry was muffled as you licked it out of his mouth before pulling away.

Your grin widened and you rocked your hips back and forth at a mind-blowing pace, reducing the blubbering boy beneath you into a whimpering mess.

But your confident façade soon vanished as his hands found purchase on your hips and bucked up wildly.

The grin slipped off your face and you whimpered, fingers splaying on his bare chest for balance as he went wild, fucking up into you with abandon.

You could do nothing else other than hold on and pray you wouldn't fall off of him as he took over.

Biting your lip, you desperately tried to regain control. “Izuku—”

He gritted his teeth, ignoring you and your eyes widened as green lightning started to surround his body.

Your eyes widened. “Wait—!”

He didn't.

Your head tipped back and the loudest scream you've ever produced ripped from your throat as he used One for All to completely destroy your pussy. But to your disbelief, he didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down when you contracted around him.

His hips slammed up into yours at a breaknecking speed and tears blurred your vision as you cried out, sobbing with pleasure as he finally made you cum.

“Y/N, you’re milking my cock so much!!” Midoriya blurted out with a raspy moan as another orgasm spiraled to you and you shrieked, this one hitting harder than the last.

At some point, you blacked out.

When you came to, Midoriya was hovering over you worriedly, his green eyes glistening with concern as he called your name over and over again.

Sitting up with a groan, you realized that he had laid you down on the couch and covered you with a blanket.

“Y/N?” The boy asked, brushing the hair out of your eyes as he sat down by your side.

You offered him a smile, every bone in your body protesting as you sat up. Midoriya was helping you in a second, ignoring your feeble protests that you could do it yourself.

The next minute, he played with his fingers awkwardly.

“Was… Was it good for you?” He asked timidly, blinking his big eyes up at you.

You cracked a smile at how earnest he was. Cutie.

“Of course it was.” You murmured, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before staring straight into his eyes. “You know this means you're mine, right?”

Midoriya blinked his doe eyes, mouth parting slightly. “Eh?!”

You smirked. “Yup.”

“Really?!?!” He asked excitedly, leaning forward to stick his face close to yours and you giggled.

Adorable. Simply adorable.

“Yeah, baby.” You whispered, cupping his face and pecking his freckled cheek. He was so sweet. So pure.

You couldn’t wait to defile him more. Wait until he was exposed to the world of BDSM.

Licking your lips slyly, you smirked. “You’re all mine.”

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bokuroskitten · 4 years

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During the Discord Call

Paring: Gamer Kenma x Fem! Reader

Genre: NSFW 18+

Warnings: mentions of a poly relationship (with kuroo), voyeurism, cock warming, pantie gag, spit, Dom/Sub dynamic, “Sir” title, praise, this is just filth for your enjoyment

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: Kenma has been playing his games for far too long, but considering he’s in the middle of a match he makes do.

You rolled over on the couch, a little groan leaving your lips as you slowly lifted yourself up onto an elbow. You didn’t even realize you had dozed off, let alone what time it was now as the sounds of guns shooting filled your senses.

You rubbed a palm over your eyes before looking to your side, seeing your legs were still sprawled over the lap of your boyfriend, Kenma. His arms rested over your legs as he kept his eyes glued to the screen, mumbling into his mic. You sighed a bit, not surprised by the fact that he was still gaming...

But a little disappointed. Considering Kuroo had been working nights the past couple days it had just been the two of you, and although gaming was a part of Kenma’s career, you were beginning to feel a bit needy.

“Babe.” You mumbled, shifting your legs a bit beneath Kenma. His eyes only glanced your way as he rose his arms, fingers still pressing away at the controller. “Yea baby?” He basically mumbled, before his lip curled into an annoyed frown— which you could only assume was because of the game.

You sighed softly, your foot slowly pressing along his abdomen. “You still playin...?” Kenma only nodded, speaking things about his game into the mic now like “go to the right and you’ll find the shooter.” Your pout grew in size as your patience wore thin. You pulled your legs from his lap completely and decided to change things up.

Kenma let out a little huff of air as your head was suddenly plopped in his lap, eyes wide and although a bit tired, wide and glossy. He didn’t pause the game though, rather he just lifted his mic, glanced between your pouting lips and the screen. “What is it baby?”

“Want attention.” You stated bluntly, fingers attempting to reach for his controller only for Kenma to raise his arms a bit, let out a soft tsk. “Lemme finish the game.” He spoke.

“You said that before I dozed offfffff~ “You were whining at this point and you didn’t care. It earned a little smirk on Kenma’s lips though, one that faded away quickly as he swore softly, button mashed a bit to get back in the lead. Your pout only continued to grow as you grabbed at his collar again, gave it a little tug. “Kooooz~”

Reluctantly Kenma paused his game, hearing the subtle complaints of his game mates before muting them as well. His brows were furrowed as he looked down at you, met your needy little gaze. “Don’t tug on me baby.” He stated as he placed his palm on your cheek, cupped it gently. You instantly melted into his palm, pressing your lips to his skin while keeping your gaze locked on him. “Don’t ignore me then... want attention...”

Kenma hummed softly, his grin coming back as you continued to place kisses along his palm, noticing the subtle way your thighs clenched together. His thumb traced over your bottom lip, and the way you slipped it between your petals to suck on it teasingly is what set Kenma over the edge. “Gotta finish the match kitten.”

You was already whining around his skin, but Kenma shushed you with the furrow of his brow, thumb pressing on your tongue. “Shush. ‘M not done. You have panties on?” Kenma was always one to get straight to the point, making a little flush come to your face as his free hand traveled to the bottom of the sweater you wore, the one that belonged to Kuroo. Although you nodded in response, he still tugged it up a bit, getting a peak of red underwear lines.

“Mm, take em off, sit in my lap.” He ordered as he sat up, slipping his thumb free from your lips and grabbing his controller once more. The little giggle you released as you basically bounced up, easily slid from your panties made Kenma chuckle softly.

Your giddiness made the tent in his shorts grow.

He mumbled an apology to his now unmuted game mates as you slide yourself into his lap, Kenma letting out a soft sigh from the heat that radiated from your slightly dampened core. Despite keeping his eyes on the screen, he managed to pull himself free from his shorts, the feeling of his length slapping against your rear and making you yelp. “K-Koz— “

You was cut off as he hushed you against your ear. “Quiet kitty. You wouldn’t want the boys to hear.” Kenma warned, placing a hand on your hip to aid you in sliding back. Biting down harshly on your lip you rose herself a bit, only to sit onto Kenma’s length and sheath him fully within your walls. Kenma could feel the way your core clenched about him greedily, the way your palms gripped desperately at his thighs as a little noise bubbled between your lips.

Once you were situated Kenma looped his arms around you again, hooking his chin over your shoulder and unpausing the game. “Where were we?” He spoke into the mic, eyes glancing to your flushed face as your eyes fluttered. Kenma could feel the way your walls desperately wanted him to move as they hugged his cock, but he had other plans in mind.

“You gunna just sit here and look pretty? Take what you want kitty.” Kenma urged into your ear, fingers pressing away at the controller and blush blooming darker on your face. You could literally hear his gaming mates through the headset, and yet here you were keeping your boyfriends cock warm.

With a little whine you began to grind ever so softly, hips swaying back and forth. The motion had Kenma’s lashes fluttering a bit, but he kept his composure, fingers pressing away at buttons and voice soft into the mic. You on the other hand let out a string of little whines, your fingers gripping tightly at Kenma’s sweatpants as your hips twitched.

“K-Kenma...~” You breathed, barley over a whisper. Kenma couldn’t keep the grin off his lips as he brushed his nose along the column of your throat, whispered against your skin. “Keep going kitty.” And that you did, beginning the soft bouncing and having your walls clench around his length perfectly.

“You good Kenma?” The faux blonde didn’t realize his groan was out loud. He played it off as clearing his throat, his voice still very much monotone. “All good.” He repeated, before suddenly bucking his hips up.

You gasped out loud, your eyes widening some as his thrust met your own, swallowing his cock to hit right on your sweet spot. You urged for that pleasure again, grinding your rear into his hips to feel more friction. “M-more, more sir— “

There it was. The title. Kenma smirked. “My girls here, I’ve been telling her to keep it down. Anyone got the left side?” You weren’t sure how Kenma could sound so calm, but as he slammed his hips up again, your mouth opened for a moan.

Only for Kenma to press your panties between your lips. Blush bloomed on your cheeks as you muffled a whimper into the fabric, his fingers pressing it firmly onto your tongue before his thumb ran over your bottom lip. “You’re so loud kitty.” He mumbled into your ear, his hips continuing to jump into your clenching pussy. “I wanna keep your pretty noises all to myself so be a good girl and keep your panties in there.” You nodded subtly, whining as his fingers slowly slide away from your face to grip the controller properly once more.

“M-mph~” Despite your rather stuffed mouth you still begged so pretty, hips begging for more as Kenma rolled into you again. Kenma had to bite his lip to hold in a groan, the feeling of your walls tightening up around him making his fingers twitch over the controller. “Kenma.” The faux blonde heard his name called out again and he smirked a bit, attending to his teammates needs all the while grinding his hips forward into your clenching core.

You had leaned your head into his shoulder at this point, fingers desperately clutching at his thighs as you met his grinds. Your eyes barely stayed opened as they fluttered, a gloss coming over them as the pleasure seemed to overwhelm you. As a bit of drool dribbled from the cotton that threaten to spill from your lips Kenma’s fingers were quick to easily press it back in, a little tsk leaving his lips. “Such a messy girl, bet the boys can hear these desperate little noises even with the panties.”

That had your cheeks darkening a bit, a whimper slipping past your lips so pretty Kenma let out a audible groan this time, right into the mic for all the players in the game to hear.

“Fuck it.” He finally stated, slapping down on the pause button so fast before the controller along with his headset where tossed to the side, not even bothering to mute himself and deep down hoping the boys would hear your beautiful cries. He was quick to take hold of your hips, having your back pressing into the couch cushions while he centred himself between your trembling thighs. He was embedded within you again with one quick thrust, letting out a moan as he watched tears finally spill from your eyes, felt your back arch to just the right spot that had his cock brushing your sweet spot.

“That’s my pretty kitty.” He cooed, pupils blowing out wide as he gripped your hips, continued to pump into your walls. You could barely keep your eyes open, fingers reaching up to grip onto Kenma’s shoulders like your life depended on it. One of his palms smoothed down from your hip to your thigh, squeezing along the flesh as he rolled his hips. “This is what you wanted huh? Wanted attention like this right (Y/N)?”

You attempted to nod, attempted to moan but the panties kept your babbles at you’re your nails pressing into the fabric of his shirt while your hips continued to meet his. Kenma’s impatience got the better of him as he finally pulled the dampened fabric from between your lips, tossing it aside and bringing his own lips close to yours instead.

“Ask me to cum baby. I know you wanna.” His words were nothing more than mumbles as he spoke against your swollen lips, his eyes glued to yours as fresh tears of pleasure swelled to the surface. You moaned out loud now, core tightening up around his cock as your orgasm reached closer and closer.

“N-needa cum Kozume, Needa cum sir please...~ please can I cum?” He loved the way you sounded so desperate, loved the way his game mates definitely stayed on call so they could hear the two of you. Biting onto his lower lip his fingers squeezed a bit tighter on your skin as his hips jutted faster, his own release swimming up fast at the way your walls squeezed him.

“Yea baby, cum on my cock, lemme hear you.” He egged you on, a bit of flush rising on his cheeks at sound of your rising cries, the way your back arched into his thrusting. Your eyes widened suddenly as the knot in your stomach finally snapped, a wave of white clouding your vision as pleasure vibrated through your form. Your fingers clutched desperately to his shoulders as you whined out.

“That’s it.” Kenma cooed, his thrusts picking up and having you whimpering as the aftershock of your orgasm made you hypersensitive. He was quick to follow, shooting strings within you with a pleasured groan. Finally his hips shallowed out, his breath coming out a bit ragged as he looked down at the mess between their thighs, the way your skin twitched and shimmered with a mixture of their arousal.

“Good job kitty... you did so good.” Kenma’s voice had lost a bit of its edge as he slowed, giving you a gentle smile when you fluttered your eyes back open, eased your fingers away from him to flop them on either side of your head. Kenma leaned into you, keeping his now soft length within your walls as he placed a gentle smooch under your eye.

“Was that enough attention?” He asked, earning a tired laugh from you as you carded your fingers through Kenma dampened locks. The two of you stayed tangled in each other embrace as you slowly came down from the high. “Mhm. I think so.”

“The boys definitely heard you.” There was his bluntness, a smirk coming to his face at the way he felt you tense up a bit beneath him. “I didn’t mute it so they could hear how cute you sound when you cry out for my coc— “

“Kozume!!” You squealed, face flushing as you pouted, gave his hair a playful little tug. He could only keep on grinning, lips pressing to your cheek bone.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t like it~”

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brettsey-two-tts · 2 years

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Brettsey prompt - “I should’ve been your first call!”

Stella found Sylvie in the locker room staring at her phone. She assumed she was texting Casey, but she was sorely mistaken when she saw the small frown on her face.

Stella stopped in front of her locker and opened it, announcing her presence to her best friend. “Everything okay, Syl?”

Sylvie turned on the bench to face the brunette and revealed an utterly sorrow-filled expression. “Not… entirely.” Stella gave a worried look, so Sylvie elaborated. “I, as painful as it sounds, because it feels incredibly painful… I have to… change my emergency contact. It was Matt and since he moved to Oregon for a few years…” She trailed off, but Stella knew what she was getting at. She knew the emotional turmoil her best friend was going through since Casey moved. She couldn’t expect the blonde to be sunshine and rainbows all the time.

Stella immediately moved to the bench to sit next to Sylvie at the mention and protectively wrapped her arm around her. “Hey, hey,” she said softly and comfortingly. “You don’t have to do this right away, you know. You can take your time.”

“Yeah, I know,” Sylvie replied with a long sigh. “But, the last thing I want is for him to get a call from the hospital saying something happened to me. it’ll throw him for a loop and he’ll panic and then call you and Severide. Two-thousand miles is a long way away and I know if he doesn’t get on the next plane out, he’ll beat himself up and blame himself for moving, and I never want him to do that.”

Stella nodded along, completely understanding her reasoning for wanting to do it sooner rather than later. “Then why don’t you put me down? You said so yourself, if it were still Casey, he’d call us anyways.”

Sylvie looked relieved. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Stella replied with a beaming smile.

“Thanks, Stella.”

After passing Sylvie’s phone back and forth to properly update her emergency contact number through her medical account, Sylvie felt a little pang in her chest. It was like Matt was disappearing from her life, and even though that wasn’t the case at all, it still felt like it. There were parts of her days that would involve Matt or him in some capacity, but all that was gone, and they were still having some troubles with their call schedule.

Sylvie would later confess these feelings to Matt during a scheduled FaceTime call. She didn’t like the saddened expression on his face when she did, but they promised not to hide anything from each other. It took a couple of weeks to create a call schedule, but as they stuck to it, they remained happily in love.

Stella and Severide were lounging on the couch in their loft watching ‘Is It Cake’. Their competitive spirits were in full swing as they made bets on whether or not some realistically created cakes on podiums were in fact cake. Points were written down on a napkin and as they laughed about a certain cake that Severide thought was indeed cake (it wasn’t), Stella’s phone rang.

Stella did a double-take at the caller ID and felt her breath catch in her throat. Severide caught on and gave his fiancée a puzzled look.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Uh, no,” Stella replied. “Gaffney Medical is calling me.”

He looked confused. “Why are they calling you?”

Stella almost gave him a bone chilling stare. “Because Sylvie switched her emergency contact to me a couple of months ago.”

Stella answered the phone on the last ring and nodded along with the nurse that called her. When she hung up, she sprung off the couch and grabbed her jacket off the coat rack. Severide followed her and shrugged on his jacket.

“Was it Brett? Did they say anything?” Severide asked as he grabbed his keys.

Stella flipped her hair out that was tucked behind her jacket. “The nurse told me Sylvie was in the middle of an x-ray but wouldn’t tell me anything more.”

“Shit,” he swore. After they locked up, they jumped into the elevator, and then he asked the one question that was probably on both their minds. “Do we call Casey?”

As the elevator doors closed, he and Stella shared a quiet yet long stare, unsure what to do.

Stella and Severide walked into the hospital room and immediately saw Sylvie in a hospital gown. She looked a little banged up with a few cuts on her face and arms, but otherwise looked fine.

Sylvie looked confused as she stared at the couple. “What are you two doing here?”

“Med called me,” Stella replied, almost out of breath. “What–What happened to you? Are you okay?” She hovered over her best friend, unsure of Sylvie’s physical medical status. Was it okay to touch her? Did she break something? Was she in pain?

Sylvie looked at her arms and slightly shook her head. “I was coming back from spin class. I was stopped at a red light when this lunatic sped past me, ran the red, and t-boned a minivan. I got out of my car and called 9-1-1 and tried to help the family that was trapped. These cuts are probably from the shattered glass.” She saw Severide’s worried look.

“And the x-ray?” he asked.

Sylvie let out a heavy sigh. “I told them I had some discomfort in my forearm and they insisted on taking an x-ray just to be sure.” She raised her arm and saw small cuts on her forearm. They were very small, but also numerous. She looked regretful as she looked between Stella and Severide. “I’m really sorry they called you guys and made you worry.”

Sylvie expected to see a couple of comforting smiles but was met with some worried frowns. It almost looked like something else was on their minds. Stella and Severide shared a brief look before turning back to Sylvie.

Sylvie’s brows furrowed at her friends’ ominous expressions. “Why do you guys have that look on your face?” she asked with a suspicious and worried tone.

Stella winced at the string of bad news that she was about to tell her best friend. “We-we may have called Casey on the way here.”

Sylvie’s eyes immediately widened at the new, revealing worry and anxiety. Stella could tell what the blonde was thinking because she wasn’t privy to how Sylvie felt about the situation with Casey regarding her overall health and wellbeing, especially if it turned out to be something minor like the situation they were currently in.

“What did you tell him?” Sylvie asked worriedly.

Severide replied with regret in his tone. “That we got a call from Med about you and were on our way.”

Stella let out a small sigh. “The nurse didn’t tell us much when she called me other than that you were getting an x-ray, so we called Casey on our way here thinking the worst happened.”

Sylvie frowned at the thought of Matt pacing back and forth, wondering what happened to her or if she was okay. She knew he was probably holding his breath trying to get a hold of her.

Oh no. Her phone.

Sylvie regretfully closed her eyes as she remembered where her phone was.

“Shoot, I left my phone in my car.” Sylvie could tell that Stella felt bad about the whole thing. “It’s not your fault, you guys,” she reassured them with a hopeful smile. “You were worried and acted on instinct. I’ll call Matt as soon as I’m discharged and explain the whole thing.”

Before Stella or Severide could get a word out, Severide’s phone rang in his pocket. He took out his phone to peek at the caller ID and eyed Stella and Sylvie before answering it.

“Hey,” he began. There was a pause. “Yeah, we’re at Med and she’s right here.” Pause. Some muttering could be heard. “Yeah, she’s fine. Do you want to talk to her?” There was a slight nod before he held out his phone to Sylvie.

Sylvie saw Matt’s name on the screen and flashed a worried frown. “Thanks, Severide.”

Severide ushered his fiancée out of the room to give Sylvie and Casey some time to talk.

“Hi, Matt,” she said soothingly.

“Hey– Severide told me you’re in the hospital.”

She could tell he was out of breath, like he had been holding it for the past hour or so. Her heart crumpled under the weight of her guilt. She didn’t want him to worry about her or take him away from his day to day activities.

“Are you okay?” he asked hastily.

“Yes, yes. I’m perfectly fine. I was helping out at an accident that happened on my way back from the gym, so all I have are some cuts and maybe some bruising. Everything is very minor and I’m in no life threatening danger.” She did everything she could to dissipate the situation as quickly as possible. She didn’t want her boyfriend to spend another second worrying about her. “I’m fine, Matt.” She muttered reassuringly, hoping his heart stopped racing, because she knew it was.

Matt had been switching between pacing in the kitchen and leaning forward against the kitchen counter for the past hour, wishing and waiting for any news about his girlfriend that was two-thousand miles away. If he were still in Chicago, he would’ve been by her side the moment he heard about it. His knuckles flashed white as he kept clenching his fists.

“I should’ve been your first call,” he blurted out. He almost sounded like he was angry at himself.

“Matt…”

“I should–” he stopped abruptly to gather his thoughts. “I want to be there for you.”

“You are,” she reassured him. “Matt, what you’re doing for those boys is important and I don’t want you to think otherwise. Good or bad, things will happen, which we both know it’s out of our control given our professions.”

“I’d hate it if anything happened to you, Sylvie,” he confessed in a single breath, reeling from the thought. “Especially since I’m so far away.”

“I know,” she replied sadly. “I feel the same way about you, but this shouldn’t overwhelm our situation.” The situation being their long distance relationship. “I love you and I want you to live your life over there, not spend every waking minute worrying about someone that’s thousands of miles away.”

He let out a small laugh. She was right; it was best not to worry, and at the same time, not to think about it. “That someone is my girlfriend, who I love very much.”

“And someone who you will be seeing in three weeks,” she replied, hoping the reminder would quell his worries.

He briefly beamed at the reminder. It had been on his calendar at the firehouse for the past couple of weeks, ever since she scheduled her visit. He really couldn’t wait to see her. After this scare, he wouldn’t mind foregoing all of their plans and spending her entire visit in doors, safe in his arms and far away from harm.

“I promise to be careful, Matt.”

“I know.” He let out a long sigh. Thankfully she didn’t follow his lead and swing off aerials or jump off buildings to escape explosions. “Would you also be able to promise me no more hospital visits unless it's for when you drop off patients during shift?”

She laughed lightly. “I will do my best, Babe. I should get going. The nurse said I’d be discharged soon.”

“Okay. I love you, Sylvie. Call me later?”

She smiled; any ounce of time with Matt was time well spent and she really couldn’t wait to see him. She really wanted time to fast forward a few weeks. “I love you, too. I’ll call you as soon as I get home.”

#brettsey #matt casey #sylvie brett #chicago fire #brettsey-drabbles #brettsey-prompts #i always wondered what the writers would do if they decided to put sylvie in danger while matt was in oregon #or are they saving that for next season so they could have jesse come back as a guest star?????????#the possibilities are endless #and yet the writers decide to throw away the paramedicine idea

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He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, slightest fluff, cursing, physical harm mentions, lowkey little yandere obsessive hints, smut, 18+, daddy kink, sad boi Bakugou :(

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: Bakugou’s been going through hell ever since the breakup. He’s been so lost without you. But he’s willing to do whatever it takes to win back his Teddy bear. Everything and anything for the love of his life.

*Everyone is of age for legal consent (which is 16 in Japan, if you are uncomfortable with it please move along, thx<3)*

A/N: Bakugou is a little OOC but the main thing in the beginning starts with fixing up Katsuki a little bit. So sorry if you don’t really enjoy it all that much<3

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Melancholy music bounces off the walls of the dark room. The river of tears that flow down his once perfect porcelain skin is everlasting. As he lays in the soft bed, staring at the ceiling, he thinks about all he could’ve done better for you. In his hand, the same framed picture of you both that he’s held onto every night ever since the horrible incident. Y/N L/N. Like a song that’s stuck on loop. It’s the only thing that runs through his mind.

The door swiftly opens, and much to his disliking, a massive amount of light now enters the former den of manliness pit of depression.

To show his displeasure, Bakugou rolled himself in the blankets, covering his entire body in them and being the picture inside with him as well. With different circumstances, Y/N would’ve thought it was cute or adorable, but it wasn’t Y/N that opened the door.

“Really Bakubro?” The blonde’s best friend spoke.

Eijirou Kirishima. The best friend of our dearest sad boy. He’s been letting his Bakubro crash in his dorm room because Katsuki refuses to clean his own. It looks exactly the same as it did on Valentine’s Day. Just a little different.

Rose petals were dead and dried up on his floors, candles were nearly melted to the bottom as they lay everywhere in the room, the curry was thankfully thrown out by Kirishima claiming that he could smell the spoiled aroma all the way from his room. But the presents, letter, and new gear stayed in the exact same spots. Bakugou didn’t feel worthy enough to be blessed with all the stuff but he was oh so desperate to be worthy. Worthy of your time, your love, and you in general.

Bakugou let out a grumbled whine of displeasure. He could feel the disappointment and concern radiating off his friend. As Katsuki poked just his face out of the covers, he was met with the expression that represented those two things.

“You can’t keep living like this bro,” Kirishima began, “You can’t keep hallowing in sadness in my room. I wanna help you, but you gotta help yourself too. Ever since you and Y/N split-“ Bakugou quickly interrupted.

“We didn’t split, she left me!” The blonde cried.

“...Right, okay. Well ever since Y/N left you, you’re not the same. You stay in here, playing the same damn sad tunes, covering yourself in my blankets, crying all day, and holding onto that picture! You haven’t even been to class or training! Shit man, you don’t even come out of my room to eat food! I gotta bring your plate here just to make sure that you’re properly fed. You’re a mess Bakugou. And not even the hot kind!” His best friend was right. He was a mess. And not even the hot kind.

“Well what the hell am I supposed to do shitty hair?” Bakugou said while dragging the covers over his face once more. Inside the blanket he held onto the picture as if it were actually you.

The fake red head snatched the covers off of his friend’s body and forced him up.

The said friend didn’t take too kindly to that and growled in displeasure.

“What the fuck Kirishima,” Bakugou said, a little to calm and chilling.

“Dont give me that bull Katsuki. You gotta get her back. I would say move on, but it’s clear you can’t.” Kirishima said while rolling his eyes.

Bakugou mirrored the action and said “yea no shit genius. I can’t and won’t move on.”

“So then go get her man!” Kirishima yelled

“And how the fuck am I supposed to do that? Huh?!” Bakugou was so confused. In what way was it going to be possible to win you back?

“Figure it out! Look Bakugou, I’ll be here to help you along the way, but you gotta figure this shit out on your own. This is your relationship here, if you want it as bad as you claim you do then prove it. You want Y/N back? Then fight for her, idiot!” The blonde’s eyes seemed to go wide.

Two words stuck out to Katsuki during his friend’s little speech. Prove it. Fuck yeah he will! He’ll prove to the whole damn universe how much he wants you back. More importantly, he’ll prove it to you and win you back.

The iconic Bakugou smirk reappeared on Katsuki’s face. Kirishima took it as a good sign. “Alright shitty hair, you want me to prove how badly I want Y/N back. FINE!” The two friends pulled the iconic bro hug to seal the deal.

(You know? That shit that guys do where they high five and pull each other in with that one hand for the quickest hug and pat each other on the back? You know what I’m talking about.)

“Welcome back Katsuki.” Kirishima gladly stated. “Now get the fuck out of my room man, I’m sick of sleeping on the common room couches and you reek. Take a shower. And get your own clothes from your own room.”

As Kirishima pushed him out into the hallway and shut the door, it hit Bakugou like a bus. This would be Katsuki’s first challenge. Going back into the room filled with the torn love.

As Katsuki opened the door holding onto the picture, he felt his heart sink. He saw the damage. Melted candles, dried petals, the gifts and letter. Even the nasty smell of the spoiled curry still remained. As Katsuki gathered the courage to walk in and place the picture on the messy nightstand, it’s like the room was holding onto some sad emotions. Heartache and regret filled Katsuki’s chest. He couldn’t believe how fast it happened. He thought he would at least have a minute or two before he felt the pain again. Man, did it hurt like hell.

Katsuki dashed to his closet grabbing the first things he saw. He grabbed his shower container that held all his soaps and cleaning utensils and ran out the room, shutting the door. Once out, he let out a breath of relief.

“...after I clean myself up, the room’s next.” Katsuki said with determination as he walked towards the boy’s community showers and bath house.

When the hot water hit his skin, he felt a sense of calm. It wasn’t the same as the warmth of Kirishima’s blankets. It was better. The water and hot steam completely engulfed him in relaxation. The water washed away not only the dirt and grime, but also some of the tense feelings. For a moment, he felt at ease.

As Katsuki walked out the bathing area now fully clothed and dried, he made his way back to his room. He stood there, staring at the knob until he felt he was ready. Once he opened the door, the emotions hit him once again. Like a wave of sadness washed over his entire body. Finally, he stepped in.

First things first. Open up these windows. Let out that disgusting air filled with spoiled curry and sad emotions. When Katsuki took a breath a fresh air, he felt so alive. Much better than he has in days.

Now, we gotta move stuff. Katsuki picked up his dirty laundry and put it in his closet to wash later. He moved all his presents up off the floor and onto the bed. He swepted all the dead petals and toss them in his trash can. He threw out all the ruined candles and sprayed the room with air fresheners. He fixed up his bed and placed the picture frame back on his now cleaned nightstand. Next to it, a lit candle that smelled of caramel.

Katsuki took a seat at his desk. He was back to thinking about Y/N and all that he could do to win her back. As he checked his clock, he realized just how late it was. Kirishima came back to him at the end of class and training which was around 6. He spent an hour talking to Katsuki, and then Katsuki spent 4 hours cleaning himself and his room. It was 11:00 now. Way past his usual bed time. He’ll figure things out in the morning.

Katsuki smiled to himself as he layed in his own bed. He was finally on the right track again and one step closer to getting his teddy bear back. He turned to the picture frame, and grabbed onto it, hugging it while he slept. Katsuki was getting better but he wasn’t whole again. He needed Y/N to help him sleep alright, so holding the picture at night will have to do. He couldn’t wait till he woke up in the morning. Tomorrow he had school, he’ll get to see Y/N’s beautiful face for the first time in awhile, but before that, you bet your ass he’s waking up extra early to come up with a plan.

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The next morning

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click!*

The blonde smacked his alarm button before he rose up and stretched his body. Today was the day. He’s gets to see Y/N again. Bakugou just sits in place staring at nothing. Just taking 2 minutes to regain full consciousness. Once he’s set, he’s up and getting ready. It’s 4 in the morning now, so he begins to strategize.

Katsuki is pulling out easels and white boards. Pulling out notebooks and writing down facts. What Y/N is interested in, her favorite hobbies and foods, where she likes to spend her time, what she could need help with that Bakugou could assist her with. He’s also writing down the highlights of their relationship and what she seemed to enjoy best about him. He’ll be keeping that as a reference for when he needs to reassess on how he should treat her better. He will do better this time. That’s a promise to himself and you.

After half an hour of slightly struggling, he reaches out for help. Now at 4:30 a.m, here was the blonde knocking at his best friend’s door.

Rock music is blasting, sweat is flying everywhere and punches are being thrown at a hero. Not just any hero, Crimson Riot! As Kirishima continues to spar with his idol, he’s interrupted by a banging sound.

*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*

“The hell?” The younger red head says. Soon his idol began to fade away.

“Crimson Riot! Hey are you okay sir?!” But it was too late, the man was gone. Now the whole room was waving around. Did Kirishima accidentally mistake his giant jug of water for vodka or something? Soon he was left in nothing but a black abyss. And then....he fell!

“Shitty hair.....Ei....KIRISHIMA!”

“AH!” The red head screamed as he shot up from the bed, head-butting his best friend right then and there. Great, a perfect dream. Ruined.

“Ah, shit!” Bakugou said in pain as he held his now throbbing forehead. “What the fuck?”

“That’s my line Bakugou,” the red head sighed, “Did you break into my room? Jeez man, what the fuck? What are you doing here at.....4:38 a.m?!?!? DUDE!”

“I know, my bad okay? But..I could use some help.” Bakugou whispered the last part so Kirishima had no idea what this man just said.

“What bro?” Kirishima asked.

“I said....I could use some help.” The blonde repeated.

“C’mon man, you’re gonna have to speak u-“

“I need your help, alright?!” Bakugou finally said. Kirishima sighed. His bro really couldn’t wait until later?

“Bakugou, you know I’m always down to help you out but this is too early man. Can we just-“ the blonde quickly added on to what he was previously saying.

“Please.”

Kirishima’s eyes shot open after he closed them to drift off back to sleep. Did the Katsuki Bakugou just ask for help by saying please? This must be extremely important.

“......alright. You got me, I’m up. But if I’m gonna be up at 4 in the morning, others are gonna be helping us too.” Kirishima bargained.

“But-“ Kirishima cut him off

“But nothing. Besides, I’m drowsy in the morning so I wouldn’t really focus all that well. And we’re just going to the people we can trust.” The red head explained.

“Fine.” The blonde gave in. So there they went, gathering the other members of the Bakusquad (minus Y/N) to help Bakugou win back his girl.

As the 4 sleepy heads sat down on Bakugou’s floor infront of the whiteboard he wrote on, The blonde began to explain some of his plans.

“So I was thinking of treating her real nice all day until she takes me back and we become friends again, eventually leading to our relationship, but then I realized she’d be into a fake me and we all know I can’t pull the nice guy act forever. Then I thought I’d spoil her with all of the things she desires, but money can’t buy you love. So I thought I could-“ Katsuki quickly noticed the long period of silence other than his voice.

There, were his 4 friends sleeping in a dog pile in the middle of his dorm room floor, completely ignoring everything he’s been saying.

Bakugou sighed and grabbed a small “heroes weekly” issue sitting on his desk, rolled it up, and wacked his friends in their heads.

“You idiots...WAKE THE FUCK UP!” Ahh, welcome back Gremlin Bakugou.

As his friends came back from the dead, they all complained.

“Aww c’mon Bakugou. We’ve been at this for an hour already, it’s 5:40.” Sero said while yawning.

“I don’t care. You idiots offered to help so here you are.” Bakugou said while turning to face the board again.

“We didn’t offer shit!” The bakusquad simultaneously replied.

Mina let out a groan while rubbing her eyes open, “Look Bakugou. We really want you and Y/N to be happy together, we really do, but maybe it’s for the best if you guys don-“ Mina was cut off by Denki slapping his hand over her mouth.

As she looked at her electric friend, she saw a nervous expression on his face. She followed his gaze and saw the back of an angry and almost insane looking and shaking Bakugou.

Hearing Mina say that he should let Y/N go triggered something in his brain. But hearing her say they wanted the couple back together enlightened him too. His mind got the two mixed up.

‘Everyone wants us back together. Not just me. So...then we are back together. Yeah. Y/N is still mine’ the now insane blonde thought to himself.

“....Ok well, time to go, get some sleep, see you idiots in the morning!” Bakugou said while pushing the group out of his room. Once they made it over the threshold, he slammed the door.

With an insane plan in mind, Bakugou checked the time and saw he could take at least a good hour long nap before he had to get ready to leave for school. And that’s exactly what he did. So he jumped into the covers, grabbing onto the picture and drifted off into sleep.

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*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click!*

Bakugou’s alarm rang once more, and again, he slammed it shut. He stretched, got up outta bed and changed into his uniform. That power nap really well rested him, but it also must’ve fucked up his brain even more.

‘And now it’s time to go see my beautiful girlfriend,’ he thought to himself.

After Mina’s comments last night, it hit Bakugou with a great realization. Everyone wanted him and Y/N back together. Not just him. So why not give everybody what they want? Sure maybe Y/N might not completely want it but she’ll learn how to love Bakugou again. Everyone’s happy. And so, Bakugou was convinced that him and Y/N were back together.

At breakfast, Bakugou ran down to already see the Squad up and eating.

“Why the hell do you losers look like death?” He asked while grabbing a cup for his orange juice.

“Well we were all trying to sleep, but after what happened this morning, we couldn’t.” Mina explained.

“What happened this morning? There was nothing big except you guys helping me out.” Kirishima really couldn’t believe it. Had his dear friend not even notice his weird ass trigger moment earlier?

“Alright whatever. Anyway, wheres Y/N?” Bakugou asked after he finished his cup.

“Oh, she just left. She had an early breakfast and went for a quick walk.” Mina said.

“You planning on talking to her today Kacchan?” Denki questioned him.

“You damn Spark Plug, of course I’m gonna talk to my girlfriend today. Fucking idiot.” He said as he grabbed his bag and walked out the kitchen.

“.........Huh?” The entire squad was left in confusion.

‘Had they gotten back together this morning? Did she really accept him back that fast? What the fuck is going on?’ They all thought.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?” Kaminari cried out as he pulled at and scruffled his hair in confusion.

Ah Denki. Always saying what everyone is thinking but the only one ballsy enough to idiotically say it aloud.

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As she walked to class, Y/N hummed a little song to herself. She enjoyed her walk as it helped clear her mind from all the recent events. Her breakup with Bakugou really took a toll on her. They were together for almost 2 years (EVER SINCE JUNIOR HIGH) so of course the split hit her hard. He accused her of cheating and burned her. So much for trust, right? Not only that, but the burn left a tiny scar. Usually, due to you having a regeneration ability as part of your quirk, Phoenix, the scar should’ve healed up. Maybe the emotional damage caused it to permanently mark itself in you. Oh well, whats done is done. And now it’s time for class.

When you walked though the door, you were expecting a normal day. Ever since the split, you usually got their a lot earlier before anyone else so you could sit, do a little reading, sketch out a little drawing, or just rest your eyes until the bell rang. Except this time, when you opened the door, someone jumped on you for a hug.

“Babe! There you are you little dumbass. Jeez, I was looking for you everywhere.” Bakugou said as he let go of the hug. “I’ve missed you, haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“Uhm, you said babe??” You spoke with a confused and shocked voice.

“Yeah, I called you babe? So what? We always call each other that. You are my girlfriend after all.” He said so casually as he walked to his seat.

THISMANSAIDWHAATTT

“Uh, Bakugou-“

“Katsuki.” He deadpanned.

“Bakugou, we broke up.” You stated while walking up to him.

“Mm...no we didn’t.” He once again so casually said.

“Wha- I- we- you-....HUH?!” You stuttered out.

“Y/N-“

“L/N!” You corrected.

“Y/N. We didn’t break up you dummy, we only had a little set back and that’s fine. All couples do. But thankfully you forgave me and we’ve moved past it,” he began as he pulled you into his lap, “besides, everyone wants us back together including us so why not make it easier for everyone.”

You began stuttering out none sense right there on his lap. You were in such shock and utter disbelief that he said all that bullshit. Well maybe he was right about one thing. Everyone did want you guys back together, including you both, but that’s besides the point! Y’all broke up! He needs to accept it.

“Baku- no- I- we-“ and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

And for some reason, you didn’t push him away. Granted you didn’t accept it either, but you slowly melted into it. The kiss was passionate and slow. It wasn’t sloppy, it was very controlled, but it was just a lotta lip and tongue. The whole thing sent butterflies to your heart and stomach. Oh how you missed moments like these with Katsuki.

He readjusted you on his lap so that you were now straddling him. His hands travelled down to your ass as he gave it a nice squeeze, one that made you moan into the kiss. Your arms went straight to his neck to pull him in for more and he took it as an invitation to start. The kiss began to get a little rougher. More tongue and teeth, both of you extremely desperate for the touch from one another. With your cunt pressed onto his crotch, he slowly thrusted up into you as you grinded down slowly on him. You both started breathing heavier and letting out little whimpers of ecstasy. He could probably feel your now soaked panties. One hand left your ass and came around to the front. He pressed on your soaked pussy through your damp underwear and it caused shutters to go through your entire body.

You began pressing down into his hand, desperate for more friction and Bakugou noticed. He moved your panties to the side and slipped in one finger. This was rewarded with a louder moan that caused Katsuki to smile into the kiss. He knew you and your body so well. He was determined to treat you right and get you to fall for him one more time. As his finger felt around your velvet walls, he slipped in another one, receiving an even louder cry of pleasure. You broke off from the kiss to throw your head back. Katsuki saw this as an opportunity to attack your neck. To mark you up and let everyone know you still belonged to him.

“K-Katsuki. Don’t...don’t stop,” you panted.

“I won’t princess, I’ll take care of you.” He smiled.

Without warning, he shoved in 2 more fingers. You were so loud and Bakugou was so proud. You were gonna let everyone know what’s happening and he was excited.

He lifted his head to whisper into your ear as you continued to moan and sigh.

“Well aren’t you just a little slut. You want everyone to know how well daddy takes care of you? You want them to hear you scream in pleasure?” His words went straight to your cunt that was now welcoming in his 5th and final finger. Completely fisting you now, you let out loud cries.

“S-uki, .....ah, AH YES! Mm, s’too much!” You cried out. You couldn’t help it, you loved him. You knew you did. Even though what he did was wrong, your body took over and your mind turned off. You fully succumbed to his wishes.

You let your feet hit the ground to stand yourself up a little bit and fall down onto his fist, meeting the thrust of his hand moving in and out of you. Watching the show, Katsuki couldn’t help but stare in delight. His hard on growing bigger and bigger each second as he bit his lip to hold back his sounds. Watching you bounce on just his fist did something to him and brought out a feral beast. He snapped.

He pulled his fist out of your aching pussy and sat you down on his desk. He stood up infront of you and tore your delicate panties off.

“Katsuki-“ you were silenced with a smack to your ass

“That’s not my name, teddy bear. C’mon now, you know exactly what I wanna hear.” He said while caressing your thighs.

“..Yes daddy.” You bashfully said.

With a kiss to your cheek he praised you.

“Good girl.” As he began to unbuckle his belt, you looked around the classroom.

“D-daddy. Someone’s gonna see!” You cautiously stated.

Katsuki reassured you with a kiss to your lips, “We’ll be fine princess, I promise,” he said while placing his tip at your entrance. You whimpered at the thought of him inside you again, it’s been so long. You were almost nervous. That is until Katsuki place a finger under your chin so you could face him in his eyes.

“I’m gonna take care of you, so don’t worry.” And with that you slowly nodded. And he finally began to press into you.

With just his tip in, you let out a breathy moan. He was bigger than you remembered. He kept pressing and pressing until he was fully inside your warm and tight hole. You both let out a moan at the feeling of each other.

“Daddy, please move.” And he did as he was told. With a steady pace set, he thrusted himself in and out of you. Both of you moaning louder every second. While you were enveloped in the euphoric feeling, Katsuki was struggling to hold back the beast inside of him. That is until you came up to his ear.

“Fuck me like you mean it, daddy. I won’t break, I promise.” You said in his ear and Katsuki swore he could hear your smirk. Gripping your ass and continuing his pace he spoke.

“Don’t be mad when you can’t walk for the next week,” he smirked. With that, he slammed himself deeper, harder, and faster inside of you. His tip hitting your cervix. You let our screams of pure pleasure and he did the same.

“Oh yesss...shit daddy..so big..”

“F-fuck! Oh you like that? Yeah princess? ...oh shit baby your pussy takes me so well. Y-Yeah, your tight little cunt takes this big cock so fucking well,” he moved faster inside, exploring you completely. His hands went straight to your shirt and and ripped it open. You had a few buttons fly everywhere, but you didn’t care. He pushed your bra up and let one of your mounds fall into his hand. He squeezed it tight to release a generous moan from you. He then dove into the valley of breast to mark your chest. You held onto the back of his head and tugged at his hair and he growled at he feeling, enjoying every second of it.

“Oh yess princess just like that. S-shit. Oh fuck yes...oh you’re mine,” he went deeper inside as he spoke.

“Fuck! Daddy yes! Right t-there! Oh my god..yess,” you cried out.

“Can you feel that. Oh fuck, can you feel my dick in your gut?” He moaned out. Katsuki went to grip the edge of his desk as you kept your hold around his neck, causing him to somehow move faster. He went up to taste your lips once more

“I love you....so much princess...you hear me...Mm, your mine,” he said between kisses and ended with a smack to your now red ass.

His words had you squeezing his cock. He knew what was coming.

“Aww, is princess gonna cum? You gonna cum on daddy’s dick?” He teased.

“Mm...p-please daddy. Please let me cum,” you said while throwing your head back. Katsuki only smirked at this.

“Not yet~” he pulled out of you, leaving you a whiny mess.

“N-no! Daddy please! Please let me finish,” you said while holding onto his shoulders, inches away from his face, pressing your chest to his. Your words caused his “little” friend to grow even harder and Katsuki only smirked and looked down at you.

“Dont worry teddy bear, Daddy’s not done with you yet.” He yanked you off the desk and pressed you down onto it, with your chest to the desk. Then he slammed back into you, returning to the fast pace again.

“Fuck yeah..oh god look at this ass. Nice and round, all red for me,” he said while pounding into you.

He gave your ass a good few smacks, countered with a thrust each harder than the last before going to lay his chest on top of you to whisper in your ear.

“You wanna be a good girl for daddy? Huh, teddy bear?” He asked.

“Mmm, yes! Yes I’ll be good, just please!” You cried out. He reached his hand over to rub on your clit. Your body began to shake with pleasure.

“Then cum with me.....NOW,” he said, and that was all it took for you to release the white liquid. As you came you could feel his hot release filling you up to the brim. He cried out in pure pleasure while you did the same.

You both stayed in that position for a bit, and you could feel the mixture of both your release dripping down your inner thighs. Soon, you felt Katsuki lower himself to kiss your neck.

“You did so good princess.” He calmly said to you. It was relieving, and you loved the sound of his voice, but you couldn’t help but feel a little off at this whole ordeal.

Katsuki pulled out of you and watched how his cum covered and filled your entire pussy. He smiled at the sight and went to grabbed some tissue on Aizawa’s desk to clean you and himself up.

He tucked himself back into his pants and you rebuttoned your shirt the best you could and flipped your skirt back down. Since Katsuki tore your panties you’d have to go commando at least until you got back to your room. You watched as Katsuki went to throw away the tissues and your torn underwear into the trash can. When he made his way back to you, he held you in his arms and attempted to kiss you. But you turned away.

“Hey teddy be-“

“No, Katsuki. Please don’t call me that.” You said while looking down. Katsuki felt his heart hurt a little. You’re always gonna be his teddy bear, why would he ever stop calling you that?

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked you.

“Us. This. Katsuki, what happened today should not have happened.” You said

“What?” He was so confused and a little hurt.

As tears start to fill your eyes, you did everything you could to not let them fall. “Suki, we broke up. You accused me of cheating, you burned me! So for us to come in here and just have sex like nothing happened is wrong.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry for what happened. Seriously, after what I did it destroyed me. But please listen, I lov-“ you cut him off again.

“I know!.....I know you do Katsuki.....and I love you too Suki. So much,” this brought a smile to his face. A true, genuine smile that you loved so dearly.

“But I’m scared.” You added on. This made Katsuki’s smile drop, worry and concern fill his eyes.

“Of what exactly?” He asked you while gently holding onto your hand.

“.....You.” This shocked him. His own teddy bear feared him. Heartbreaking.

“I’m scared of the lack of trust that you have for me. And not only that, but your quirk too. Katsuki I know you’re one of the best students here at UA, but I know you’re emotions can get out of hand too. It’s clear that when you’re not in control of your feelings, your quirk can lash out. The evidence is right here,” you turned you arm that he was holding to show him the scar he left on you.

Now this really hurt Katsuki. He loved marking you with his love, not with his anger. The fact that he did that to you sent his mind into a frenzy. Until he felt your touch on his cheek.

Holding onto his cheek with your soft hands, you spoke reassuring words. “Katsuki, you were right about two things. I do want us to be together again and I do forgive you,” and with that, Katsuki leaned into your touch. Holding onto your hand that held his face, he released a single tear he didn’t know he was holding and closed his eyes in relief and satisfaction.

“But I can’t be with you again.” Your words caused him to open his eyes and stare at you in shock and fear. “At least...not yet.”

Whew, his heart rate went back down. Oh the rollar coaster of emotions this poor boy was currently on.

“Yet?” He asked hopefully.

“Suki, I’m still trying to fix myself, and it’s clear that you need to fix yourself too. I really want to be with you, but we both need time to grow for each other. I can’t leave you. I know for sure that in my heart, you’re always gonna be the one I run back to, but I don’t want to run back to someone who could possibly hurt me again. I want to come back to you knowing that when we are together again, our relationship is secured.” You explained.

A silence filled the air. You both stared at each other for what felt like forever. Nobody else in the world. Just you and him. He then pulled you in for a tight hug. As he held onto you, you could feel hot tears hitting your shoulder, and quiet sobs left his voice along with a hitched breath every now and then. Katsuki was crying.

“....I promise you. I’m gonna get better for you. I’m gonna be worthy of you and your love and it’ll stay that way for the rest of our lives. You and me. Together. Im gonna do whatever it takes to get you back and I won’t stop at anything until you’re mine again. I swear I’ll treat you better than I ever did before. As long as I know that you’re coming back to me and me only, I’ll wait for you for as long as it takes teddy bear.” He said into your neck with his arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

“I know you will Suki. And I promise I won’t make you wait too long.” You said while hugging him back.

“You better not.” The blonde said.

“Don’t forget though, I’m always yours. And just yours.” You reassured him.

“......Can we at least make this a little easier for me and say we didn’t split. We’re just on a break. A small break?” He said, now looking directly in your eyes while still holding onto you.

You put his worries at ease with your gentle smile. “The smallest break, Suki.” You softly laughed as you both went back in for another hug.

“........I like it better when you call me daddy,” the damn devil said while smiling.

“Shut up you horny idiot.” You chuckled.

‘I can’t wait to be yours again,’ you both thought

You both stayed there in each other’s embraces until the world faded away. It was just you and him. Together. You were both no longer lost. You weren’t at your destination yet, but you were on the right tracks. One step closer to each other. One step closer to love.

A/N: There’s still a little more I wanna add to the story, so there will be a part 3 to close this little short story. Sorry if there were any spelling mistakes. Thank you guys so much for the love and support. As a new writer I never expected to grow so quickly so I truly love each and every one of you bear cubs! Sorry this was so long, I hope you enjoyed! 💗🧸

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