#hawks: shut the fuck up that was the most embarrassing way anyone's ever forced me to ask out someone

[incorrect-league-of-villains]

Dabi: We're going to ask you some basic questions to test your heroic capabilities, Hawks.

Hawks: …alright. Shoot.

Dabi: What's one plus one?

Hawks: Two.

Dabi: What color is the sky?

Hawks: Blue.

Toga: What color are Dabi's eyes?

Hawks: Cerulean- I mean, uh, what?

Toga: If you could take Dabi anywhere on a date, where would you take him?

Hawks: I'm sorry, is this part of the experiment?

Dabi: It is now, yes. Please answer the question. And keep in mind, we can see inside your brain. Technology and all.

Hawks: Uh…to a KFC, I guess?

Toga: Predictable but acceptable. Next question! You are into Dabi.

Hawks: That's…not a question.

Toga: So you agree! It's a fact. Next question is for Dabi. Dabi, are you annoyed at Hawks for waiting so long to ask you out?

Dabi: Yeah, I am.

Toga: Hawks, same question for you. Are you annoyed at yourself for waiting so long to ask out Dabi? I mean, I'm annoyed with you, and I've only known you for three weeks.

Hawks: Yes, I am obviously very annoyed with myself. Can I leave now?

Toga: No, you can't. It'll ruin the science. There's only one question left, and you got to ask it, Hawks.

Hawks: …Dabi, would you like to have dinner with me?

Dabi: Wow. That is highly inappropriate.

Hawks: Oh-

Dabi: I’m kidding. Yeah, I would.

[lofitojii]

REACTION: I Think I Love You

Summary: You just told him how you felt after holding back feelings for what seemed like an eternity. This is how it went.

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A/N: Soooo I have these feelings for a friend that I didn’t think were real and after I finally sat down and thought about it, turns out this shit real. Here’s another imagine for ya based on the things i’m feeling lol. enjoy xx

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Hawks:

You had been friends since your training days, he was quite literally your number one everything; friend, support, hero. You went to him for everything, anywhere between personal issues, relationship problems, all the way to the little things like what sweater to order from your favorite artist. The time came where you could no longer hold back your feelings, you had to tell him. The night you decided to express yourself was a night that you had already made plans to watch movies and play video games at your house. It was normal, so you knew you would feel comfortable finally telling him how you felt, knowing that if he rejected you, you’d still be okay. You knew he loved you for who you were, and if he doesn’t feel the same, you could at least thank the universe for bringing you two together. 

“Keigo,” you started, fiddling with the controller in your hands. Your palms were sweaty, mainly from gaming for so long but also from how nervous you were. “I gotta tell you something.” 

“What’s up?” He asked, giving you his full attention. You had fallen in love with those eyes, the way they were so soft and gentle when he interacted with you. His expression was innocent, completely ready for whatever it was you had to tell him.  

“Fuck…” you cursed, trying to spit it all out. It felt as if you were visibly choking on your own words. 

“Well come one now, spit it out! The anticipation is killing me!”

“I don’t want this to ruin anything…” You started, hoping he would catch the hint at where this conversation was going. 

“Nothing can ruin anything if you really think about it.” 

“What?” That was actually the most confusing statement that could be made right now. 

“I mean, like nothing can be ruined if I don’t let it be ruined, ya know? To be honest, you can’t ruin anything for me. Unless you’re about to tell me what happened in the new Attack on Titan chapter, then I might actually have to commit a crime.” You rolled your eyes at his statement, taking the opportunity to just kiss him instead of telling him how you felt. This way you were able to get your point across without actually having to tell him. 

You pulled away, your cheeks hot to the touch, Keigo’s mirroring your own actions. “Wow,” he breathed, placing his fingers to his lips. You pulled your own bottom lip in between your teeth, biting down so you could numb your nervous feelings. 

Keigo reacted before speaking, pulling your head again, his lips caressing yours. When he pulled away, he placed small kisses on your cheeks, noise, lips again. “I’ve felt this way for a very long time so thank god you kissed me first.” 

Dabi:

He was unreadable most of the time, and honestly it’s been quite the mission to get him to open up to you. It’s been years since you first met him and within those years, you had slowly broken down the walls he had built so high around his heart. You felt like you were closer to him than any other friend he had, which in itself was a personal accomplishment. The only trial left was to express to him how you’ve felt all these years. You saw a side of Dabi that he refused to share with others, a side you found beautiful. The night you told him, you hadn’t really planned on it panning out the way it did. It was just you two, walking home from a bar together, drunk, clumsy, emotional. 

“Dabi,” you slurred, resting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re amazing, you know that?” 

“Shut up,” he laughed, wrapping his arm around your waist. “No other person in the world will compare to you when it comes to being drinking buddies. You’re amazing!” 

“I think I love you,” you blurted out, only after realizing what you had said. “Emphasis on think,” you tried to save yourself, but you knew you were already too far deep, there was no going back. 

“Well I know I love you,” he responded, stopping in his tracks. You looked up to see he was already looking down at you, his smile visible due to the illuminating street lamps. “I literally hate everyone. You’re the only person I’ve ever felt comfortable opening up to. I’m surprised you were the person to admit it though. You hate confronting your feelings.” 

“So do you! If I didn’t do it, who knows how long we would’ve held back.” 

“Probably forever.” He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. You could feel his chapped lips intertwine with yours, the kiss feeling like everything you had imagined it to be; warm, comforting, exciting. “I’ve been loving you.” 

Bakugou:

You would say you and Bakugou are friends, despite the fact he refuses to admit he’s friends with anyone. You were the one person he honestly enjoyed hanging out with, even though he would never tell you that to your face. You were always the first person he would call when he wanted to do something or to just talk. He also would yell about how stupid everything was in front of you, immidatly shutting down if someone else were to walk in. No one understood that about him, they all thought he was just angry and yelling for no reason. But there was a reason and you were the person Bakugou had chosen to express himself to, even if it didn’t make sense. When you had decided to tell him how you felt, it was something that you had to force out of yourself due to the fact you had grown distant, trying to avoid your feelings. 

“You owe me an explanation. You’ve been quiet and distant and you have me fucking worried. What the fuck is wrong?” He bursted out, confronting the uneasy feelings in front of you. 

“I can’t.” 

“Like hell you can’t! Why is it that when I’m having trouble, you force me to tell you but the minute you have something to say, you shut the hell up! It’s not fair Y/N!” 

“Want to know what’s not fair?” You finally spat, choking on threatening tears. “The fact that every day, I watch from afar and see that the man I’m in love with completely ignores the feelings I have for him! I know you know and you haven’t done shit about it! That’s why I decided to stay quiet! I can’t take rejection from you because I know it’s going to fucking hurt!” Your breathing became uneven, the tears you had so desperately wanted to hold back finally exposing themselves. “You’re a piece of work Bakugou. I can’t fucking stand you sometimes.” 

“Then come here.” He yanked at your arm, embarrassing you into his chest. He rested his head on top of yours, letting out a deep exhale before pulling away to look at you. “I know you feel this way because I feel this way too. I don’t know how to express feelings like that so I just waited until you did. When you shut down and stopped coming around, I knew something was up.”

You pressed your head against his chest, hiding your tears from the man standing in front of you. “Why do we have to be so difficult?” He placed his hand under your chin, lifting your head so you were looking into his eyes. He swiped his thumb across your cheek, catching a tear before it had a chance to fall. 

“You’re difficult as hell. Super moody, bossy, sometimes bitchy. But I love those things about you.” He pressed his lips to yours, the taste of salt lingering from your tears. “You taste like salt.” 

“Shut the hell up.”

[marchioness-caprina]

You Like Me Not?

{ Final Part }

Pairings : Takami Keigo ( Hawks) x Reader

Writing Style : 3rd Person

Warning : Cussing, Stalker Tendencies, Toxic Tendencies.

Word Count : 2947

Read; { Part 1 } , { Part 2 }

3rd Person's POV

A month has Passed. Yes a whole Month has passed and y/n was surprisingly doing well; in the surface at least.

Inside. Not so well but at least she's coping up a lot better than a few weeks ago where she'd often cry herself to sleep, even in the showers. The lingering pain was still haunting her like there's no tomorrow but now she's getting used to it.

After all, First love is usually the greatest and the most painful experience.

Instead of moping around and sulking, she began investing her time and effort into being a Hero. And the effort paid off greatly; her performance was improving and she's proud to say that she's on par with the top three of the class which mainly consists of Izuku, Todoroki and Bakugou.

She was finally getting the attention that she deserved, plus it takes her mind off of Keigo and his jerkass.

However, at the end of the day she felt so empty and devoid of something---someone she longs for. And she will never accept that it was Keigo she was looking for.

But she needs to stay strong and let go of those people who can't even appreciate the little things she does; she won't let them bring her down. No, not when she's finally seeing something big for her up ahead.

Unfortunate as the saying goes ; All good things will come to an end. And for y/n, that is today.

Their class was split in groups for an Activity. Y/n along with Kirishima and Mina and Izuku were paired up to patrol the busy part of the city where crimes are mostly committed.

And guess who their Hero guide is? Yup one of them is Hawks and the other one is Enchanting.

Y/n who had a smile on her face seemed calm on first approach but inside she was cussing her heart out for the terrible luck she's got.

It had to be two of her worst nightmare. How charming.

" You Kids doing fine back there? " Keigo asked, his eyes never leading the road and beside him was a bored looking enchantress.

The two were their Hero guides for today and everyone was ecstatic. Except for y/n.

" Yeah we're good! " Kirishima answered for everyone and y/n was thankful that she didn't have to exchange a few unnecessary words with Hawks.

Her attention was now caught by the Broccoli boy right next to her who was vigorously writing notes down on his notebook.

" Oh my gosh it's the Pro Hero Hawks " Izuku was becoming a mumbling mess as He continued to scribble. His pace was a beyond anyone y/n had ever seen and she was very much intrigued by Izuku's unwavering determination.

" You know Midoriya-san, you're actually really handsome up close" Y/n muttered and izuku froze on the spot; heat rising up his cheeks as he tensed. Slowly he turned to see the h/c haired girl who was smiling at him tenderly.

" I-I-I... Umm... T-Thank you Y/n-san... A-and... You're really handsome too.... W-wait I mean n-not handsome because you aren't a g-guy w-what I meant to say was... P-pretty.... You're really pretty" Izuku gushed out and as much as y/n tried to contain her laughter she couldn't keep a straight face and began laughing at Izuku's Adorable antics.

Izuku was going red due to his rising embarrassment as he began to stutter out another list of explanation why he accidentally said it.

But their little conversation didn't go unnoticed by Keigo and Enchanting.

" Wow, she moves Fast. Better try Harder Birdy. As far as I see it; she's sick of you and look she's a boy magnet. You're gonna lose if you keep this up " Enchantress casually gave her comment and Hawks gave her a narrowed look.

" Shut up miss ' I'm a hundred years old' you better hope she'll be mine by the end of the day, I've pulled a lot of strings to get her here and it ain't easy " Hawks kept a calm expression; his lips tugging up into a smirk as he continued " This was your fault to begin with. If I can't win her over today.... Well you're gonna get wrinkles starting tomorrow. I'm not a very forgiving fellow"

" We'll see Hawks... We'll see "

" Oh, we Will "

" Hey! You two lovebirds better stop flirting and Tell Kirishima here that Cats are better than Dogs! " Mina exclaimed and with how loud her voice was; she caught everyone's attention within her first attempt.

" I told you Mina, Dogs are Manly. And they earned the title of Man's Best friend. They're dedicated and Loyal but I wanna know who you guys will vote for" Kirishima replied as he glanced back at the still very flustered Izuku and A Smiling y/n.

" W-well.... I think I prefer Dogs than Cats... Sorry Mina " Izuku gave Mina an apologetic smile as Mina pouted before turning to y/n.

" Come on y/n you gotta be on my side on this one " Mina pleaded and Kirishima pulled her away.

" That's cheating Mina, don't pull the pity card on Y/n. That's so not Manly... But.. Well which do you prefer y/n? "

" Hmm... Well... I----"

" I vote for Birds. I heard Birds are very reliable companions miss y/n. I assume that you feel the same way? " Enchantress piped in and y/n gave her a raised brow but she managed to catch on to what enchantress was saying.

" Oh? Well I understand the reason why you Like Birds Enchantress; I do too... Well I used to anyways but to answer your question I prefer Dogs... Sorry Mina. I like how a Dog will be loyal to you till the very end"

" Hmm? So you're saying Birds aren't Loyal? " Enchantress chimed and y/n's chuckle made Kirishima, Mina and Izuku shudder.

Her laugh was cold and forced; her eyes landed on Enchantress and a teasing smirk was now displayed on her face.

" Well Enchantress, Upon Personal experiences... Then my Answer is No. Birds aren't Loyal at All" Everyone shivered at her response simply because y/n had took the risk of jumping straight onto a landmine. Because Hawks had a bird based Quirk.

The temperature dropped to negative and even enchantress seemed to be affected by the sudden change of the atmosphere.

" Really Now? You wound me Baby Bird " Keigo's smile was passive aggressive and y/n didn't hesitate to return it.

" Don't call me That Hawks. And stop acting like you know me"

" I'm very Hurt by your words... Especially about your opinion on Birds. I for one am very Loyal "

" Nah, I Love dogs but I also like Bunnies... Take izuku for example. He's cute, shy and smart like a Bunny. Not Cunning, Manipulative and Sly Like a... Hawk" Y/n countered as she placed her Hand on top of Izuku's Head petting him gently.

Her action made a growl rip itself from Keigo's Throat and everyone froze at his aggressive reaction.

" Sure, I may be Cunning, Manipulative and Sly... But you forgot one thing Baby Bird "

" And what is it Hawks? "

" Hawks are Birds of Prey... And They are Very Possessive " Keigo answered, his Fetagers began to Bristow and sharpen; eyes trained on y/n's figure as he slightly lowered his stance.

" Huh? Why would I need to know tha------ahhhhh! " A scream was heard as y/n disappeared from her place as well as Hawks.

Unfortunately she was brisked away by the said Hero at A speed far top fast for the human eyes to follow.

" What the!? " Kirishima , Izuku and Mina who were knocked down on the ground after the Aerial impact of the winged hero were stunned as they frantically looked around for their Female Classmate who had vanished into thin air.

" Let them Be kids " Enchantress muttered as she gestured for the teens to follow her.

" B-but--!".

" Let. Them. Be..... Seriously I don't want to have any wrinkles because of that damn Cocky Hawks .... So let them be or else "

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" Hawks! Put me Down! " Y/n demanded, she was brisked away and slung onto his shoulders like a bag of potatoes and now Hawks was flying away and note that they are far from the ground.

" As you wish"

Y/n could practically feel the smirk in his voice and her heart dropped along with her body as she screamed for bloody murder because Hawks was being a Jerk and dropped her in Mid-air.

" Keiiiiigooooo! " Her scream was more of a threat and after 15 seconds of falling in Mid-air she was once again brisked away by the winged Hero who was smirking at her.

" God... I missed it so much when you used to call me by my name and not ' Hawks ' or ' Takami' " Keigo chuckled as he faced the girl who was holding onto him for dear life.

" Ah... Shit I almost died" Y/n hissed as she began shifting in her position, her legs were tightly wrapped around Keigo's Torso, her arms had snaked themselves around his neck and don't even get him started on how hard she was pushing her body against his.

" Easy baby Bird. Don't. Be too feisty with me... I might lose control " Keigo whispered bit he was met with a scowl.

" What is wrong with you? Can't you just leave me alone? If you think this is funny well it's not. I don't want to see or even hear you" Y/n spat out as her heart began pounding in her ribcage from both the adrenaline and embarrassment .

Hawks didn't answer and just gave her an intimidating glare that almost had her shrinking and burying her face on his chest.... Almost.

" Sure you don't want to see me... But really? Leeching yourself on every single boy who comes near you? You're driving me crazy Little Bird. I almost became a serial murderer because of you... Picture this... Pro hero Hawks; the first Hero to Murder a student because of Jealousy " Keigo bitterly laughed .

" Keigo... What the fuck are you saying? ---"

" I'm not done venting!, you think it's fun to mess with my head? Where the fuck were you over the past few weeks?! Seeing another man? While I stayed in my office drinking a huge load of bullshit? Driving myself crazy in that room anticipating when you'd show up again!? And now....now you have the guts to flirt with another man right in front of me " Keigo was pouring out all of his frustration right in front of her and he was far from being finished.

" For a moment there I almost considered the possibility of becoming a murderer... Just because he touched my Girl... He stole your attention away from me... I fucking waited and I resisted the urge to fucking drag you to the nearest alleyway y/n----"

" Cut to the fucking chase Keigo! "

" I Love you y/n! That's what I was trying to say Baby Bird. I Fucking Love you! " Keigo panted out and Y/n was more than speechless.

She didn't know what to feel, she didn't know how to react. After all that? And the effort she made to move on... Now... Now he's being so difficult and telling her he love her?!.

" Keigo, if you think a bullshit excuse like that is enough then you're wrong! Have you had any idea how hard and painful it was for me? How much I had to endure became I loved you? Damn well you don't and you don't have the right to slap this shit right in front of me you bastard! I cried myself to sleep and... And... You... ---" She couldn't finish her sentence when tears began to flood her eyes and was now cascading down her flushed cheeks.

She began sobbing and hitting Keigo's chest which has done absolutely zero no no damage at all.

Keigo's only response was to hold her in place and tighten his arms around her waist; letting her vent.

Of course he was awful to her. He was one hell of a fucking idiot to do this to the woman he loves.

He told her everything, it was true. He barely had any decent sleep and worked his ass off while waiting for her return. He didn't want to carry that habit of being an obsessive stalker. Of course he didn't tell her about how he had stalked her multiple times, he didn't want to scare her. But all of it was true. Including the jealousy part.

" I'm sorry Y/n....i really am--"

" Sorry ain't cutting shit you Jerk! Just when I'm moving on you stomp your way back in! "

" No y/n....don't ever move on. Stay here with me... I know this may sound toxic and shitty as fuck but hear me out... I know it hurts but bare with me... Don't move on.. Stay even if it hurts.. Don't leave me and give me every thing of who you are... No matter how painful it is "

" You selfish prick! Do you realize how greedy you sound! You fucking maniac! "

" I know! I know... But all my life I've been deprived of everything I actually wanted.. I was told to be this and not that... I never had the chance to actually have what I want so please y/n....allow me to be selfish when it comes to you... Let me be greedy and give me You. I don't care if I'm selfish because I'm only selfish when it comes to you.... So please. Beat me up, hit me, stab me... I don't care but just don't Leave me" Keigo growled; angry at his words and his selfish desires bit he couldn't help it.

Y/n who was still sobbing her heart out was listening to every word he had uttered. She fought back the idea of actually giving him a chance. She knew Keigo was sick to the bone but she's even worst knowing that this type of guy had attracted her and lured her to love him.

How... Why is she so soft when it comes to him? Is this how love really is? Because if it is... Then she doesn't give a shit. She wants him too. But she isn't going to make it any easier for him. If he wants her then he better earn her, No more miss nice y/n.

And He wanted her... He needed her and he isn't just about to let her go. He'll hunt her down even in hell.

" Keigo... You.... Ugh... I... Shit... "

" Is it working y/n...am I winning you over? "

" Only because I loved you Keigo you prick "

" Correction You still Love me...so be my girlfriend?"

" Whatever. Just so you know, I'm not saying yes to your proposal. You gotta earn me you fucking retard and it isn't going to be easy"

" I knew you were going to say something like that. And yes I'm ready to make those sacrifices for you, Just... No boys " Keigo smirked as he cradled the girl in his arms.

She still had her arms wrapped around his neck as he landed on one of the very few skyscrapers in the city.

" No can do Keigo... Your Baby Bird here is a Boy Magnet---" Upon seeing how fast Keigo's demeanor had shifted to something more gruesome she shut up immediately and nodded her head.

" You too Chicken wings... No girls for you"

" No can do, your Bird man here is a lady magnet " Keigo smirked returning her words at her.

Y/n rolled her eyes and reached her hand up to paw on his blonde hair; giving them a harsh yank but before she pulled him down, her lips meeting his in a rough and demanding kiss to avoid any form of kinky retort from Hawks.

Keigo immediately responded and took full control of dominance as his lips moved in sync with hers. Rough and passionate, but unfortunately Keigo was getting a little bit handsy; his hands made its way towards her thigh giving it a harsh squeeze but before he could do anything else she pulled away covering his mouth with her hands when he tried to catch her lips again.

" Nuh uh Keigo. We're Going slow "

" Ugh... Nice job being a Kill Joy Kid...tsk.."

" Fuck you Keigo"

" Why don't you do it yourself you Coward "

" Oh I will Keigo "

" Really? I don't mind breeding you right here if you wan---"

" Eww Keigo shut up. I was kidding. I want to be a Hero before becoming a Mom"

" Yeah, Good luck with that because I think you're gonna be a momma anytime soon because you said Yes to Me"

" I didn't say jack shit like that Keigo" Y/n snapped as she began squirming in his hold with Keigo chuckling and laughing at her poor attempt.

" Relax. I was Kidding-- "

" Thank Goodness for a moment there I actually thought you we---"

" Maybe "

" Keigo! "

End~? ♡...............

[mikasocks]

Katsuki bakugo dating a lovable s/o would include...

A/n: bitch... writers block is a bitch. Also, this isn’t cohesive at all ahah... oops.

Paring(s): Katsuki Bakugo x reader

Type/Warning(s): fluff, swearing 

Word Count: 1202

Definition: lov·a·ble/ˈləvəb(ə)l/ inspiring or deserving love or affection.

As of lately Katsuki had been acting.. well.. differently.

Less irritable and more distracted/distant— something was wrong with that bitch.

The bakusquad was gonna get to the bottom of this.

Their “plan?”

Stalking the boy all week.

This was quickly abandoned though, after bakugo had caught them everyday. 

running away was becoming tiresome for the four of them.

They decided to just look after him stalk him during class instead— watching him like a hawk.

They were just about to give up again until the last day of the week.

The final bell rang, as students hurriedly shuffled out of class. Kami, kiri, sero and Mina following suit, stopping to spy on bakugo outside the classroom doors.

bakugo had often been the last to leave nowadays— the bakusquad was about to figure out why.

As they peered over the door separating the hallway and classroom they saw it.

tilted back in his chair, bakugo was sat talking to you.

Y/n l/n the most lovable person in all of class 1-A. The prettiest little thing, with such a charismatic personality.

You sat right behind bakugo, deku I’m sorry we took your seat his head placed on your desk as your fingers brushed through his hair— bakugo swatting yours hands lazily.

You two were conversing whether or not to study in his room or yours.

The four stood dumbfounded

Like wtf, how did this feral ass bitch get a girlfriend like you? How did they not notice? When was he ever interested in girls? Poor kirishima?

You’re too good for this world and too good for bakugo. Oop.

At least that’s what class thought when they found out. Sero needs to tape kaminaris mouth shut

How in the hell could they just stand there and watch bakugo corrupt you

Nay nay they say

Everyone and I mean everyone tried to reason with you— Even All might questioned your choice. “ahh young l/n and young bakugo... young love... why young bakugo?”

“Idk y/n.. kacchan.. he’s kacchan. Just don’t get hurt. I know you can take care of yourself, but seriously.. it’s kacchan.”

“Y/n, I trust in your judgement...” “Todoroki thank you so much, everyone’s saying th—“ “let me finish” “oh.” “please, I need you to be careful. Remember last sports festival?” “Katsuki had a muzzle?” “Yes, Bitch had a muzzle.”

>.>

<.<

...

Anyways... you stood your ground, and after a while people learned to just let y’all be.

It is what it is

That didn’t mean they stopped keeping their eyes on bakugo though.

No, if you got hurt all the teachers and class 1-A would beat his ass.

Everyone loved you to bits.

Okayyyy now on to dating because this shit is getting too long

Katsuki was always careful with you, you could’ve had anyone and yet you chose him. He didn’t wanna mess this up.

first kiss was a trip, you both leaned in several times but kept getting interrupted, so Katsuki finally just stopped waiting for a right time and kissed you. 

let me tell you, he fell in love with kisses. 

he was always like “whats the hype?” but after his first one he realized he never wanted to stop kissing you. 

Cuddling was secretly his favorite, but don’t tell anyone unless you want them to get blown up.

Whenever he’d want cuddles he’d rather say “oi come here” Than the actual word.

“That’s such an embarrassing word y/n, I’m not saying that shit.”

he was a total softie around you, but only you. 

to him, yes his pride was important, but you were above it all. 

he had the privilege of loving you. 

One time you were making tea in the kitchen and he just happened to walk by, doing a double take he approached you to kiss your forehead and proceeded to just leave..

-.-

You brought out this side of him no one ever knew he had.

it was quite scary tbh, but nice. 

When Katsuki got angry all you had to do was place a hand on his thigh and he’d calm down immediately.

“Fuck off,” he’d mutter.

But legit he’d make no motion to remove your hand, instead he’d get up and lead you to his room to calm down further.

He’d always offer shove his credit card in front of yours to pay for your food/needs, making sure you were well taken care of was a top priority of his.

Soo when you get hurt, he’s always first to find out and carry you to recovery girl.

all the girls would constantly gush at his affection towards you.

“SHUT UP YOU FUCKING EXTRAS.” 

mina even has a picture of Baku giving you a piggy back ride at the beach.

“oi, raccoon eyes stop being a fucking stalker! now send me that shit!” 

its his lock screen... 

Cooking was fun :)

You’d sit on the counter and bakugo would stand between your legs, you’d try to kiss him and he’d move away laughing every time.

fucking bitch. 

He likes to braid your hair when its was just the two of you. (if it’s short he still tries)

 He just likes the way your shampoo smells.

Katsuki makes sure to bring you a water bottle everyday— you always forget and ask for his.

Not that he minds, he just fakes being annoyed. Ofc he’d let his girlfriend drink out of his water bottle. indirect kisses

The first time Katsuki brought you home his parents actually got so excited.

You genuinely changed their son and they couldn’t thank you enough.

They liked you even before they met you, now after seeing how polite and kind you were they loved you.

sometimes when mitsuki and Katsuki fought, Katsuki would try to bring you in to side with him.

Sike

You sided with mitsuki and scolded Katsuki instead, which earned a proud smile from his mother. 

You didn’t baby him and you kept him somewhat grounded, she really appreciated you.

katsuki just thought you were kissing his mom’s ass.

movie nights with bakugo were... something. He got bored every five seconds and just pushed your head up so he could kiss you, you didn’t really mind but like.. every five seconds? 

he adored pestering you, just to see your face that resembled this -.- ... so worth it. 

oh? were you studying? not anymore, now your on katsuki’s lap making out. 

oh? were you talking to deku? Yeah not anymore, you’re being pulled away and he’s screaming “fuck off deku.” 

oh? are you cold? yeah he turned the heater off so you'd cuddle him. 

yes he likes bugging you but he would rather see a smile on your gorgeous face.

-.- :) 

forcing a massage if you've had a really bad day.

calling you cute pet names that made you blush: baby, babe, angel, princess, dumbass, idiot, baka... wait

helping you study 

you guys were so cute and the class soon realized that you two deserved each other.

Bakugo knew he got lucky, and he’s forever grateful for you. 

Extra Prompts

 Shit Katsuki Says: 

“babe stop looking at my ass.”

“baka, dont be stupid. eat.” 

“why the fuck do my parents love you so much?” 

“yeah, whatever, I love you too I guess.” 

“ Oi, gimme a real fucking kiss women.” 

[dreamdaydreamer]

Bird Watching [Stan Uris]

A/n: Hi, this is my first imagine! Feedback is very much appreciated! Hope you enjoy!

***

“Y/n, what do you want?”

“Wow, Stan, charming. I was going to come bird watching with you!” You stood, looking expectantly at Stan, binoculars dangling from your neck and a small smile on your face. Stan had to admit, you did look at least a little cute, bouncing on your toes, hoping upon hope that he would give you the answer you were looking for. The problem was that you were a very excitable person. Even you could admit that. Always rambling, always laughing, always smiling. You could say that you were the quite opposite of the mature and reserved Stanley. He packed his backpack, making sure he had all his birdwatching equipment, simultaneously trying to find a way to let you down gently. It’s not like Stan didn’t like you, he did. A lot, so much he surprised himself. It’s just that you weren’t built for bird watching. You must be quiet and focused, you were simply neither of those things. Amongst that Stanley feared that he wouldn’t be able to spend more than five minutes alone with you without managing to embarrass himself, his face would blush an impossible shade of red and he would start stuttering over every word he said, resembling that of his best friend Bill. Although he hadn’t admitted it to himself, it was obvious, he had a crush on you. 

“Well that’s nice of you, Y/n. But I don’t think that you would enjoy it.”

“How come?” Stan paused at that, trying to choose his next words carefully, he didn’t want to hurt your feelings after all, he would feel awful if he did. Luckily, for him, Richie decided to step in.

“You can’t say or do anything, Y/n. You just have to sit there and shut up. Something you can’t do.” Stan didn’t think he had ever, and never would, thank Richie and his huge mouth but, apparently, today was that day. He still felt bad though, watching your face fall slightly at Richie’s unnecessarily harsh comment. Stan said nothing, he wished he could find something to say.

“Hey Y/n, why don’t we go into town, do some window shopping? I’ll buy us some ice cream!” Bev interjects, encouraging a slightly hurt Y/n. A smile brightens her face and Stan sighs in relief, Bev would be able to cheer her up.

“Are you buying us ice cream too, Bev?” Eddie asks, practically falling out of the hammock that he and Richie were squished into.

“No, this is a girl’s trip. You’re not invited.” She says, bluntly.

After much bickering, Y/n and Bev climbed the ladder of the clubhouse, Eddie in tow, infiltrating their girl’s trip out, Stan following them to make his way into the forest.

*

The next week, the losers went out to the cinema, not to watch anything in particular, but it was a Tuesday afternoon and it was pretty much empty. They get in to watch whatever’s on and then sit at the back, talking mostly. Making fun of the idiotic plot, the bad acting, the cringy dialogue, anything really. You made sure you sat next to Stan at the end of the aisle. You spoke to him mostly, sometimes leaning forward to answer a question directed at you. Stan could feel himself heating up. You were paying so much attention to him, hanging on to every word he said. It made him feel giddy inside, he was the centre of your attention, he didn’t think he’d been anyone’s centre of attention before.

That’s how it was for weeks. You gave your undivided attention to Stan. Always riding your bike next to his. You sat next to him in the clubhouse, listening intently as he flicked through his bird book, pointing out his favourite’s, usually the most beautifully coloured and majestic ones. Sometimes the other losers would joke that you were both ignoring them. It wasn’t true, of course, you weren’t ignoring them, purposefully anyway. You and Stan were just both in your own world.

Stan had started to think about you more and more. He had always liked you and thought you were the cutest person he’d ever met, but he’d never acknowledged his feelings for you until they hit him full force like a wall of bricks. He was laying on his bed arms behind his head and is bird book open on his chest. He had been trying to find more about Sandpipers, one of the most common birds found in Maine, and yet, he couldn’t. He just thought about you, and how interested you looked when he talked to you about Magpies and Thrushes and Hawks. He smiled, a rarity for him, and wondered whether you felt for him like he did for you. You did spend more of your time with him than the other losers, and you always wanted to hang out with him. You had even bought your own binoculars to go bird watching with him! Thinking about that, he felt even guiltier about not letting you go with him. You went through all the trouble, saving and spending your own money and he’d avoided taking you at all costs. Maybe I should take her, he thinks to himself, vowing to invite you on his next trip into the woods.

Meanwhile, you were also laying on your bed, your best friend Eddie spinning around on your desk chair, listening to you ramble.

“I mean, what else can I do, Eddie? I really like him, but I don’t think he’s getting the hint.”

“Why don’t you just ask him out? Then you’ll know.” He sighs, all he had heard about for the past month was Stan, and how much you liked Stan.

“No, I couldn’t do that! Maybe I should just forget it. It’s stupid to think he would like someone like me.” You sigh heavily. Manoeuvring your legs so that they lay propped up against the wall.

“The fuck do you mean by that?” Eddie stops spinning on the chair to look at you.

“I’m not is type. I’m too loud and…well, I guess I’m just too much for him. He won’t even let me go bird watching with him because I’d scare all of the birds away!” A frown etches its way onto your face.

“I really don’t think that’s the-”

“I’m not stupid, Eddie.” He says nothing, unable to help or lift the spirits of his friend.

The losers were back in the clubhouse the next day, the yearly Derry carnival had ended and there were no movies playing at the cinema. New Kids on the Block smoothly and quietly played from Ben’s stereo. He and Beverly, sat next to it, singing along. It provided background noise to Richie and Eddie’s incessant bickering whist Mike and Bill poured over a new book that Bill had bought the day before. Stan was packing his backpack once again, preparing for another bird watching trip. You sat, picking at the skin on your nails out of boredom. What would you do when Stan left?

Stan nervously picked up your binoculars, the ones that you had bought weeks ago, they had been left on a random table, collecting dust due to the lack of use. He brushes them off before walking over to you.

“I think you might need these,” You look up at him in confusion, but before you can ask why, he answers for you, “if you still want to go bird watching with me, of course.” You jump up, smiling, going to hug him before you refrain yourself. Stan was trusting you enough to let you go bird watching with him, so you wanted to prove that he made the right decision. Silently, you vowed to yourself to be quiet and respectful of the birds, and to not annoy him in anyway. The other losers had all stopped their conversations, even Richie and Eddie had stopped bickering, to watch the interaction unfold, the only being the low hum on Ben’s stereo playing the ‘Right Stuff’. You and Stan looked away from each other awkwardly, blushing madly.

The woods were quiet and serene as usual, the birds sang, and the branches rustled as the wind blew through them. Stan lead you to a small clearing, surrounded by trees and lighted by the sun. A large tree branch that had fallen now lay on the floor so you both sat upon it. Stan opened his backpack, pulling out both pairs of binoculars, his bird book, some water and chocolate.

“You thought of everything.” You say, as quietly as possible, smiling widely. Stan smiled too, appreciative of your compliment and your respect of the forest.

Every so often, Stan would spot a bird from his book. You, being a novice at bird watching, wasn’t as good, not even knowing where to look until Stan would place his hands over yours and guide the binoculars to where the bird was. You would giggle softly, apologising and shyly commenting on how beautiful the bird was. Stan would then tell you what kind it is, and a fact about it, before pushing the book toward you so you could see for yourself. He’d never thought about how fun bird watching would be with someone else, although he wasn’t sure whether he was only enjoying it more because you were there. With his binoculars still held up to his eyes, he turned towards you whilst you still looked through yours. This was his chance. His hear pounded in his chest, but he managed to stutter out,

“I think I just found the most beautiful specimen.”

“Ooh! Where?” You ask, head whipping around to face him. You didn’t think it was possible to feel so much elation inside of you, but when Stan lowered he binoculars and gave you a tiny smile, you swear you felt your heart soar like one of his Stan’s favourite birds. You raised your binoculars, looking at him through them.

“I think I’ve found him now.” He’s shocked for a moment, before he blushes, averting his gaze from you out of embarrassment. You both laugh awkwardly, unsure of what to do now after confessing your feelings. Stan looks back at you, grabbing your hand that lay in your lap. Squeezing your hand around his you both turn back to the woods, carrying on with the bird watching, wide smiles on your faces and love in your hearts.

[lunaresolis]

dabihawks, 7

French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

“Dabi, I—” Hawks breaks away for just a moment, sucking in air, drawing back far enough to put the deep flush of his cheeks on full display.

The taller man growls, muttering a low shut up against Hawks’ mouth before pressing their lips together again, fervent, insistent—desperate.

Dabi’s tongue laps at the soft, plump lips of the hero, unrelenting in his silent demand. Hawks obliges, giving him what he wants without a fight. They don’t have much time, after all. They never had enough time. And they wasted so much of it at each other’s throats, not always in the fun way.

He allows himself the smallest groan as Hawks turns pliant in his hands, opening up and allowing access to the softest, most delicate parts of him. Though how a kiss compares to the furthest reaches of their souls, laid bare for one another months ago, Dabi isn’t sure, but he takes it all the same. He takes and takes, exploring Hawks’ mouth, rediscovering the familiar territory of every sharp tooth, every ridge at the top of his mouth, every spot that draws a soft moan from the other man.

His fingers itch, burning with the urge to tangle through blond locks, but without the ability to reach, he settles for fisting his hands in the fluffy lapels of Hawks’ jacket, wishing for all the world he could burn it off him and do away with what his uniform represents. But he promised to behave, and he can’t even light a match with the spark thrumming beneath his skin anyway, so he settles for clinging to the hero like a lifeline he’s not yet ready to give up.

And he’ll have to, any minute now, the clock ticking ever closer towards the end as Hawks presses closer, a whine building in his throat as Dabi’s tongue traces the line of his teeth. His skin is flushed and hot against his unscarred cheeks, and the hero’s hands dip determinedly beneath the hem of Dabi’s shirt. His fingers are gentle but press firmly into the skin of his sides, as though Hawks can anchor him in place by sheer force of will alone, tangled in his shirt and just shy of indecently low.

“Please,” Hawks whispers when Dabi pulls away for air, a breath they share as one, locked quietly together. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

His eyes glitter, the glint of unshed emotion turning the gold of them bright and haunting. Dabi closes his eyes, refusing to commit that sadness to memory. “You’re right,” he whispers against Hawks’ lips, pulling the bottom one between his teeth and earning himself the most delicious moan. If only he’d had the time to explore things further, to find out just how reactive Hawks could be given the chance, but it simply isn’t in their cards. “I should be dead.”

That had been the plan, anyway. He hadn’t meant to survive his last stand against Endeavor, had fully intended to go out in a blaze of glorified revenge, nothing more than a revenant who’d been biding his time since he’d burnt himself raw as a teenager. But then, he’d never pictured anyone at his side at the time—certainly not a sharp, jagged family of miscreants, just as broken and ruined as him, or a guardian angel high in the sky above.

“Shut up.” The words are taut, pulled tightly between his teeth and muttered between them, before Hawks’ lips press firmly against his again. His tongue is quick and electric, seeking the warmth of Dabi’s mouth and he understands, probably for the first time in his life, what it is to melt rather than burn as he dissolves into Hawks’ touch. He inhales, and his nostrils fill with a musky scent that’s wholly Hawks, with a hint of charred feathers and a flutter of something sweet like honey.

This, he’ll remember. The caress of pale lashes against his cheekbones, the taste of desperation on soft lips, the curl of heat in his stomach as gentle fingers press against his scarred flesh. These are the things that say what the hero cannot, what Dabi himself refuses to admit, lest it be ripped from him like everything else he’s ever cared for.

A buzzer sounds, angry and final, and the feelings turn to ash in his veins. He steps away from Hawks swiftly, licking the taste of him from his lips and twisting his face into a more comfortable scowl.

Eraserhead finds himself on the receiving end of it a split second later as he steps through the door into the interrogation room. “Time’s up,” he says, sounding years older than he should. He offers Hawks a look, something that borders on sympathetic, but the effect is marred by the bandage covering his left cheek.

Above him, the red light above the camera flickers back to life, and the illusion of privacy disappears. The quirk-cancelling cuffs feel heavier at Dabi’s wrists, but it’s nothing compared to the weight of Hawks’ gaze, mournful and apologetic.

“Don’t give me that,” Dabi snaps, spine straightening like hackles on a dog. He can’t be soft, now (and really, he never should have in the first place, but one couldn’t help matters of the heart, or whatever sappy fucking bullshit Twice had fed him.) He can’t afford that, neither of them can, and not simply because of their audience. “You always knew it would end this way, Hawks.”

His vitriol is met with a sad sigh, weary in the face of his false aggression. “I’d hoped—”

“To what?” He snorts, shaking his head and watching Eraserhead with disinterest as the man unchains him from the table. “To save me? How noble, hero.”

Hawks scowls, reeling back as though he’s been punched. (It’s been hours since he has, and his jaw is turning a mottled purple on one side because of it.) “Fuck you.”

Dabi winks. “A pity Tartarus doesn’t allow for conjugal visits.”

Golden eyes narrow. “Touy—”

“Will the both of you shut up?” Eraserhead hisses, his gravelly voice seeping with exhaustion. “You can settle your little marital dispute after the trial.”

“Trial?” Dabi frowns, blue eyes widening in the same breath as Hawks wheezes out an embarrassed: “Our what?!”

“Trial,” Eraserhead repeats dryly. “Apparently, enough evidence has been brought forth against your fa—Endeavor—for his crimes. For what he did to you and your family. You’re to be given a fair trial.”

There’s something about the way he says it, something about the snarl of his lips around Endeavor’s name, the low growl that leaves the word sounding angry and offended, that almost has Dabi feeling like Eraserhead is rooting for him. Or at the very least, incensed that something had been happening, to one of his own, right under his nose. He doesn’t dwell on it.

Instead, his gaze flickers to Hawks, who looks far too pleased with himself. His lips are red and swollen, flushed like his face and neck, but there’s a smug curl to them. An almost proud uptilt that sets Dabi’s insides twisting and turning with warmth.

He opens his mouth to—to scold him? To taunt him for giving up his own idol (though he hasn’t thought that way about that flaming asshole in months now) for someone like him? Dabi isn’t sure what his intentions are, but they all turn to cotton in his mouth, the words dying in his throat.

Hawks smirks. “I tried to tell you.” There’s a nonchalant shrug to his shoulders, but the tips of his wings flutter and shake, giving away his whole hand; his raw, naked hope that they can still come out of this intact, somehow. That maybe all Dabi’s memorization—purposely committing every inch of the other man to memory—had been for naught.

His smile is genuine, the curve of it far softer than he normally allows it, his voice wavering with pride. “I guess I’ll see you around then, birdie.”

[whydoesfireburn]

Chapter Fiver: Things We Lost In The Fire

Can’t spell sorry. Here’s the story. Hope you enjoy.

What the fuck have you done!?!?, Shoto’s brain screamed. How did that word transaction even happen?! Shoto could feel his face heat up and turn red. How did he come back from this?

“What?” Midoryia said, looking up at him in confusion. In the back of the room, Shoto could see that both Yoarashi and Yaomomo were face-palming. Everyone in the class was not looking at them.

“That’s not what I meant to say,” Shoto whispered a hand slowly cover his eyes in embarrassment.

Before anyone could say anything, Bakugou then grabbed Shoto by the front of his shirt. Oh, thank gods! It was literally anything else!

“What the fuck, Ice princess?!” the blond yelled. Shoto frowned at that. Shiki had called him that name ever since they were children; it was childish and sweet when she did it, but from someone else in almost made him mad. Almost. It made him think back to middle school again when he was forced to be around-

“If there is anyone you should be focusing on beating, it should be me. And I’m gonna kick both yours and Baldy’s asses into next week.”

“Please don’t call me bald,” Yoararshi said.

“Shut up!”

“Alright, alright,” Kirishima said with a nervous smile on his face, “Let’s everyone calm down. There is no need to fight right now.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Bakugou snapped. Thankfully it was time for them to leave, and Shoto couldn’t be more grateful.

“So, what were you trying to say?” Yoarashi asked, smirking as they walked out.

“Don’t,” Shoto warned, not wanting to talk about it.

Everything from before was fading. Now it was time for him to focus. He had something he needed to prove.

XXX

“How do we know this many people?” Dabi asked, before taking another drink of the weird party drink Fuyumi had made.

“Beats me,” Fuyumi said, looking out over all the people who had come to watch the Sports Festival at Cremation Ink. It was mostly neighbors, some of Dabi’s regular clients, and a few close friends and better know co-workers the three oldest Yukitomo siblings had. Natsuo had actually brought a lot of his friends from school, and surprisingly to Fuyumi and Dabi’s delight, his girlfriend, Kana. Who Dabi wanted to point out, was way out of Natsuo league.

“So, the new boyfriend coming today?” Fuyumi asked, nudging her brother.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Dabi said, which Fuyumi scoffed at, “He was going to come, but he got called into work.”

“Well, that sucks.”

“You have a boyfriend?” a sweet older voice from behind them asked.

The two turned around and smiled.

“Mrs. Kitabayashi,” Fuyumi said happily as the older woman gave her a hug, “You made it.”

“Wasn’t going to miss it for the world,” the gray-haired woman said, before turning to hug Dabi. Mrs.Kitabayashi was their downstairs neighbor and Shiki’s grandmother. When the family first moved in, she became a sort of surrogate grandmother. None of the Yukitomo children remembered any of their grandparents, and Shoto had never met them, so her presence was welcomed. Besides that, she made an amazing anpan, which speaking of…

“Oh, anpan!” Natsuo said, with his eyes trained on the plentiful that Mrs.Kitabayashi had brought. As he reached for one, the elderly woman slapped his hand away. Natsuo made a face like he was a five-year-old getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and Mrs.Kitabayashi gave him an ‘oh, no you don’t,’ look. Then she smiled and pinched Natsu’s check like she did when he tried to pull the same stuff when he was younger. She then let Natsuo take one but said, “Make sure you let other people have some.”

“Yes ma’am,” the white-haired boy said, before shoving half the roll in his mouth, before getting pulled away by one of his friends.

“Now what’s this about you having a boyfriend?” Mrs. Kitabayashi asked.

“Dabi has a boyfriend!?” a cheery voice cried. Two more people had shown up, Hotaka and Ren. The Yukitomo siblings had known the couple since they were first on their own. Hotaka used to be a teacher who had lived in the old neighborhood and was Natsuo's teacher for a very short time. He was a good guy, really smart and stuff. He was tall with tan skin and black hair that kicked across his forehead. Ren was Hotaka’s partner, and well, very different from Hotaka. Ren was usually in drag and, if not still dressed in very loud clothes. But despite that, Ren was one of the most delightful and most exciting people on the earth to be with.

Dabi had seen Ren around before Hotaka started dating them. They'd be on the corner selling oddball items and doing unusual jobs in the hope of paying rent, and when they weren’t doing that, they were seen helping others find a way to keep a roof over their head.

Like the Yukitomo siblings, Hotaka and Ren were able to get out of the shitty living conditions they were in before. Once they were married, the couple opened up a cafe that doubles as a place for people to stay if they had nowhere to go.

“Ren, Hotaka, good to see you,” Dabi said, nodding his head.

“The pleasantries can wait,” Ren said, “I want to hear about this boyfriend.”

“I do not have a boyfriend,” Dabi said, trying to walk away.

“Yes, he does,” Fuyumi said.

“Oh!” Ren cried.

“You sound to be in denial,” Hataka said.

“Whatever.”

“He’s just stubborn,” Fuyumi said.

“Can still hear you,” Dabi yelled from across the room.

The black-haired man watched the group laugh and start talking as he walked to the back room. He pulled out his phone and saw a couple messages from Hawks.

Bird Guy: Hey, sorry for not being able to come.

Bird Guy: Maybe I could stop by later?

Bird Guy: Or we could hang out another time?

A smile tugged at Dabi’s lips, and he was about to text back when Fuyumi opened the door and said, “Hey, ith festivals about to start. You coming?”

“Okay, I’m coming,” he said, “Let’s watch out little brother kick ass.”

Fuyumi smiled “That’s the sprite.”

XXX

“I am so ready for this!” Yoarashi yelled. 

Shoto glanced down at his friend for a second before, taking a deep breath as he finished tying the last band across his forehead.

In the first round of the Sports Festival, Shot had failed to place first. Sure he got in the top three places in the obstacle course, but fuck it, he wanted to win this with his power. No, he needed to win this with his own power.

The cavalry battle was the only thing Shoto was thinking about at the moment. On his team, he had Yaomomo, Iida, and Yoarashi. His gaze moved over to Midoriya, but this time it was to just stare at the pretty green-haired boy. No, that would have to wait; this time, he had to focus on beating Midoriya and all his other classmates.

When they were told to start, Shoto was focused on the task at hand. Blacking other teams from steal points and trying to take as many as he could. It reminded him of when he was little in elementary school, and they would play capture the flag with their Quirks before the teachers noticed.

As they reached the end, things began to blur. Shoto’s heart picked up the pace, he was breathing fast, and sweat dripped down his face. He was doing everything he could to keep Midoriya and his team away from them.

But then, Midoriya came at him, on his left side. There was this specific power around Midoriya that felt familiar, but then, it happened.

It was a knee jerk reaction. Something that he hadn’t done since he was a small child that Dabi could pick up and toss over his shoulder. It had been disciplined it out of himself to never, ever do such a thing, and for almost eight damn years, he never used it beyond warmth and thawing ice. Not one damn time. Honestly, it ended as quickly as it came. It was practically nothing.

But still, it happened. Shoto was so distracted by it he didn’t notice that Midoriya had taken one of the bands until it was over. Maybe it was fine. Perhaps no one saw anything at all.

But one look into those green eyes told Shoto everything. It was his worst fear come true. The feeling of utter dread filled him. He was forced to face the facts.

He knew Midoriya saw the fire dance across his arm. He knew.

XXX

Natsuo looked at the tv with a dry feeling in his mouth. Looking around the room, it didn’t seem like anyone else noticed. They hadn’t seen what Natsuo saw. He swallowed thickly and tried to push the fear down.

It was okay, he told himself, no saw anything. Not one person saw it. It was only him. Only him. However, he was starting to shake, and it seemed like Kana did notice that.

“You okay?” she asked, resting her hand on top of his in concern.

“Yeah,” he said, sounding out of breath, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just gonna talk to Dabi real quick. Be right back.”

Kana nodded, and Natsuo pecked her on the forehead and got up and walked over to his brother.

“Did you see that?” Natsuo whispered once he was close enough to Dabi.

“What?” the black-haired man asked.

“Sho’s arm,” Natsuo said, pointing to the tv that was showing a replay of the events.

The two Yukitomo boys observed. It was hard to notice, all most impossible to see from the screen of a tv. But if it were in person, up close, it wouldn’t be hard at all to see the few tiny licks of fire.

Dabi’s jaw fell a little, and he cursed under his breath. The two brothers looked at each other. Dabi covered his mouth with his hand and looked over to Fuyumi, who was watching carefully and smiling next to Ren. She hadn’t seen it.

“Don’t say anything to Fuyumi,” Dabi whispered.

“Well, no fricking duh!” Natsuo hissed.

“Shh!” Dabi looked around the packed room, “It fine no one seemed to notice; here or on TV. Just go sit back down.”

Natsuo nodded but bit his lip as a sinking feeling fooled his gut. He walked back over to his friends and Kana, each step feeling heavy and filled with tight nerves.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“Huh?” he said, looking at her, “Oh, yeah. Everythings fine. It’s just fine.”

Although Natsuo knew damn well, things were not fucking fine.

XXX

When it was over, Shoto was shaky. He was out of breath and sweaty form all the work he had done to be able to move on, but his fast heartbeat was due to a whole other factor.

It looked like no one had noticed anything strange about him during the match. Bt that looking in Midoriya’s eyes was haunting him. Nothing else mattered. He didn’t care or hear Yoarashi cherries of victory and glee at the fact they had moved on. He didn’t move when Yaomomo placed her hand on his shoulder and asked him if he was excited. No of that meant anything.

Honestly, right now, if Shoto’s life was an episode of that old American show Natsuo liked called It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, the title screen’s white letters would read: Shoto has a fucking crisis.

Shoto looked across the field at Midoriya.

It was time for a talk.

XXX

The hallway was dark. The opening lets in light so Midoriya and Shoot could see each other. The white-haired boy noticed that the smaller teen looked a little nervous, which was fair, see as Shoto all but dragged Midoriya into the hall. Also, they had just been staring at each other for a long time, and Shoto had been informed many times by his siblings that it was creepy when Shoto stares at people because he failed to blink.

There was a thick, tense silence that hung in the air, like the time Natsuo, Dabi, and he had broken Fuyumi’s ceramic ballerina figure (one of the few things she loved at the time,) and not one of them knew what to do. The quiet was sickening almost, so Midoirya decided to end it.

“You brought me here,” he said quietly, “Now what?”

A wonderful question. It went unanswered for some time.

Midoriya looked at the ground and nervously said, “We should go eat soon. The cafeteria is going to be busy. Don’t you think?”

Very, very far back in the corner of Shoto’s mind, he did think that all the chances of him maybe getting into a relationship with Midoriya beyond friendship were going to die after this conversation. After the slip up this morning, and the stuff he was bound to mess up now. There was just no coming back for it.

“That day on the beach,” Midoriya said, “You lied, didn’t you?”

Shoto said nothing, his heart sinking a little.

“Your Quirk isn’t stunted on your left side,” he went on, “You have a dual Quirk. That's why the left side of your body is so warm, it’s why you can’t use ice on that side of your body. You almost have two Quirks.”

Midoriya looked down at his feet then back up at Shoto, “The other part of your Quirk has to do with heat.”

Nothing.

“Why would you hide it?” he asked, “It could help you so much.”

“I was caught off guard,” Shoto said, “It made me do something I swore I’d never do.”

“What is that?” Midoriya asked. Shoto was quiet again.

Shoto looked down at his left hand, “All the other’s, Yoarashi, Uraraka, Iida, all of them, they didn’t notice it. Me using that other power. But you’re not the only one who’s been watching people. I’ve been noticing things about you too. At that moment, I was the only one who noticed your true power. It reminded me of something. Being around All Might’s Quirk.”

  Shoto looked at Midoriya. The green-haired boy swallowed nervously, “Well yeah, okay. Is that all?”

“I’m saying the power from you felt the same as All Might’s.”

Here it goes.

“Midoriya, are you All Might’s secret love child, or something?”

The look on Midoriya’s face could be compared with someone who heard the most bizarre and terrifying thing in their life. What followed was per-usual Midoiray answer, having him talk fast and frantic move his arms as he denied everything Shoto said. However, the white-haired boy noticed that the world's Midoriya used suggested that something was going on between him and All Might.

“It’s fine,” Shoto said, “Even if I were right, you wouldn’t tell me anyway.”

There was quiet again.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” Midoriya said.

“About what?”

“Your power. It more than just ice. Why are you hiding it when it can help you? What is it?”

Shoto sighed and closed his eyes. He knew he shouldn’t be telling some as smart as Midoriya. Not if there was even a sliver of a chance of him finding out. But at the moment, Shoto could stop himself.

“My father was a terrible man,” Shoto said, “Prideful, cruel, arrogant. He was never happy with what he had, and he knew he was never going to surpass the one man who kept him from having everything. So he sought to achieve his goals through his children.”

Shoto opened his eyes and looked at Midoriya, who seemed to sink a bit.

“Midoriya,” Shoto said, “Have you ever heard of a Quirk-marriage?”

The other teen’s eyes grew, and he let out a tiny gasp. Shoto took that as a yes and went on.

“My father had money, power, and status. He easily convinces my mother’s family to sell her off like she wasn’t even a person. He forced her to have us, me, and my older siblings.”

Shoto looked down at his boots and threw grit teeth, said, “My brothers and my sister were failures in his eyes. My older brother was forced to train with his Quirk, even though it was literally killing himself to do so.

“Then, I was born. And I was the perfect mix that he wanted. I was five, and he pushed me with training that most people in their adult years can’t handle.”

“But my mother,” Shoto said, his voice trailing off a bit, “She tried to stop him. She tried to protect us…” Shoto looked at his hand, “And he would hit her.”

Shoto eyes stung as he thought of his mother, “He drove her crazy. In all the memories I have of her, my mother’s crying. She couldn’t look at any of us, especially me.”

Shoto lent his head back and closed his eyes, his hand moving to cover his scar. “You’re left is unsightly, that’s what she said during one of her meltdowns before she poured boiling water on my face.”

“Ever since I was younger, I resented my father and the power he gave me. I reject him completely by not using my left side.”

The white-haired teen opened his eyes, “And besides, me only using my right side keeps my family safe too.”

Shoto looked at Midoriya. The look on the other teen’s face was hard to read. If Shoto had to describe it, he'd call it a mix between sad and shocked.

“What happened to your father?” Midoriya asked quietly.

“He’s not a factor in my life anymore,” Shoto murmured, “Neither is my mother.”

“Why did you tell me-?”

“I don’t know,” Shoto said, shaking his head, “I don’t know. What I do know is that I have to bet you. It’s the truth, and I’m not sorry about it. I do wish you luck. I came here to be a hero, my own kind of hero. I’ll do anything I can to make that happen. Sorry to unlock everything.”

Shoto began to walk out of the hall, deciding to go and have some lunch. There was nothing left to say.

“Yukitomo! Wait!”

Shoto stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Midoriya.

“You’re strong,” he said, “You’re really, really strong, even when you only use half of your Quirk. It’s insane. You have been doing amazing but,” Midoriya looked down and then back up again, “I came here to be my own kind of hero too. So even though right now you’re stronger than me, just know, I’m going to do my best and give it a 100%!”

His face fell a little, “You should think to do the same.”

And with than Midoriya left.

XXX

Dabi screamed with everyone else in the parlor. It was Shoto’s first match. The black hair kid on-screen had wrapped him up in what looked to be tape. A lot of people were worried that Shoto was going to get out in the first round. But Dabi knew better.

One look at Shoto’s face, and Dabi could tell it was about to go down. And holy fuck was here right. If he had to guess, the freaking ice wall his brother had made was probably bigger than anything he had ever made before.

“Well, he dealt with that one,” Mrs. Kitabayashi said dryly, before taking a drink of tea.

“Remember that time he did that so the landlord couldn’t get to us?” Ren asked.

Dabi looked over at Fuyumi. Her jaw was hanging down, and her eyes were glued to the screen.

“That happened,” Dabi said.

“Y-yeah,” she said. Dabi looked back at the tv. “I think little baby Shoto is upset about something.”

“You think?” she asked, looking at the screen. Dabi looked down at Fuyumi’s hand, gripping her drink. Little ice shards were starting to form around her hand. Dabi sighed and looked at his brother on TV. He looked cold.

XXX

Shoto ran his hands through his hair. Deep breaths, he told himself. Deep breaths. In and out. In and out. He hadn’t meant to do all of that to Sero, or freeze half the dang stadium. It just happened.

He was getting cold, and Shoto knew that when he gets cool, things got bad. He thought back to what Midoriya said and shook his head. Midoriya didn’t know what he was talking about. He didn’t realize the unholy hell it would unleash on the Yukitomo household. He didn’t understand that Shoto using that power to fight, let that monster win.

Deep breaths, deep breaths, he told himself. Remember what Fuyumi taught you.

After what seemed like forever, it was time to go out for his match with Midoriya. He was ready. He could do this. He thought back to his siblings, who were all back at the shop, watching and cheering him on with all their friends and neighbors. 

It felt like one of those things that weren’t just for him. It was for them too. It was for Fuyumi who helping him study. It was for Natsuo who patched him up when Shoto was too rough with himself. It was for Dabi, who trained him and who gave Shoto everything. This was for them. He was a hero for them. He was showing them he could do this. That they didn’t need to watch after him anymore. It was his turn to watch after others.

When Shoto got out back into the arena, he was vaguely aware of the hoards of people cheering for him and Midoriya. Shoto’s focus was unsurprisingly on the green-haired teen across from him. He’s pretty, Shoto, though before pushing that aside time to focus.

But a though blessed in his mind. Not of Midoriya, or the monster, or of the crowd, or of his siblings. It was his mother. Why was he thinks about her now? Why was he thinks of the time he cried into her chest sobbing. If he was to focus, Shoto could remember her gentle hold and the soft strokes of her hand.

“Shoto,” she had said, “Do you still want to be a hero?”

Had she asked him that?

“Just remember to stay true to yourself,” her voice rang in his mind. Had he forgotten what she had said to him back then?

Shoto shook himself. Now wasn’t the time.

When the match started, Shoto out a trail of ice with his foot, and Midoriya deflected it with a shot of power from his finger. The wind from it almost pushed Shoto back, but he made a barracked to stop that. Midoriya’s finger of cores broke, which meant he only had nine shots left. Shoto tried the same move again, which led to Midoriya brake another finger.

He can’t keep doing that, Shoto thought. Once again, the white-haired teen shot out an ice trail, which was yet again deflected. Another broken digit.

“If you want an endurance match, you came to the wrong place,” Shoto said, “I’m going to end this real quick.”

For a fourth time, Shoto let lose an ice trail, and with that, Midoriya had four broken fingers. It was time to act further. Shoto began to run towards Midoriya, going up a ramp of ice. However, using the fingers of the other hand, Midoriya shot Shoto out of the air. Shoto tried to land an attack before he got to the ground, but Midoriya dodged it. He was able to snag Midoriya’s foot in some ice.

To get himself out, Midoriya used a full-on smash. It was a lot more potent than any of the other attacks, and it had broken his whole arm. He was trying to keep Shoto plenty far away. Shoto could feel patches of ice forming across his body, he could feel himself shaking. It hurt but nothing he couldn’t deal with. Or so he told himself

“You’re not going to let me near you,” Shoto said, “Smart.”

Midoriya looked scared and unsure.

“What’s wrong?” Shoto called, “Already worn out from blocking my attacks?”

Midoriya didn’t say anything; he just looked at Shoto like he was studying him.

“Sorry to do this, but thanks for drawing it out. Nothing personal,” Shoto said, before shooting out a stiff torpedo of ice towards Midoriya.

“I'm not done yet!” Midoriya yelled, and before he understands what happened, Shoto’s ice was obliterated by a mighty blow from Midoriya. It nearly knocked Shoto out of bounds.

Shoto looked at Midoriya. He had used his broken finger. This guy was crazy.

“Why are you going this far?” he asked the green teen.

“You’re trembling,” Midoriya said, “It’s easy to forget that Quirks are physical abilities. That means there’s a limit to how much cold your body can take. I get it whatever heat base Quirk you have o your left side is meant to balance out the cold of your right side. But you're not going to do that are you?”

Shoto growled angrily. He wasn’t going to deal with this.

“Listen,” Midoriya said, “All of us are giving it everything we have to try to win. So that we can make our dreams into reality. To become number one. You think you can win with half your strength? Look at me, Yukitomo. You haven’t managed to put a single scratch on me yet. So come at me with ever you got!”

“What are you trying to do?” Shoto asked, “You what my left side? Trust me, you wouldn’t like what happened.”

“Try me,” Midoriya challenged.

Now Shoto was fucking pissed. He began to charge at Midoriya, but even he could tell his movements were slower. When he got close to Midoriya, Shoto noticed he messed up, allowing Midoriya to punch him in the gut. But with the closeness, Shoto was able to freeze Midoriya’s broken arm.

Shoto scrambled to his feet. For a while, it was Midoriya swinging at him and Shoto dodging, then even more of Shoto shooting ice and Midoriya braking it and sending him back.

“Why are you putting yourself through this?” Shoto yelled, “What are you getting out of it?”

“I wanna live up to people’s expectations,” Midoriya said, running towards Shoto. “I wanna be able to smile while doing something good for them. I wanna be a pro. Whatever takes to be a hero!”

Midoriya’s fist collided with Shoto’s gut and sent him back afoot, the white-haired boy struggled to stay upright.

“That’s why I’m giving it my all, just like you should be!”

Shoto was breathing heavily. Panting and shaking. He was so cold, so tired.

“There’s no way I can know what you’ve gone through,” Midoriya said, “Or why you’re even here. Your life has been so much different than mine. But right now, stop screwing around. If you wanna reject your father, fine, but stop screwing around. You don’t deserve to be number one if you’re not going to give it you're all.

And then something inside Shoto snapped.

~X~

He’s on the floor of the dojo. He’s just thrown up his lunch, and he coughing and wheezing. Father looms over him, face ablaze. Shoto’s crying. He wants Mama.

“Stand up,” Father yells, “If you get hurt that easily, you can forget about beating All Might.”

Shoto doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to train. He doesn’t want to beat All Might or anyone.

“Please, stop this!” Mama cries, “He’s only five!”

“He’s already five, not get out of my way, woman!”

SMACK!

Shoto looks up, “Mama?” he whispers

~X~

Shoto's body is getting colder.

“Shut up,” he whispers threw grit teeth.

~X~

They’re in Mama’s room, Shoto’s cries into her chest while she runs her hand threw his hair.

“I don’t wanna Mama,” Shoto cries, “I don’t be like him. I don’t wanna be some who bullies you. I don’t wanna be some who hurts people. I don’t wanna be like Dad!” he wailed.

“But honey,” she says, so sweetly, “You still wanna be a hero, don’t you?”

Shoto looks at her.

“Just remember to stay true to yourself. You can be the kind of hero you want to be when you grow up.”

~X~

Midoiya punched him in the stomach again.

Shoto flew back.

~X~

His siblings are playing in the courtyard. Natsuo’s the tallest. Fuyumi’s the best dribbler. Touya’s wrapped in bandages. The nanny watches them.

They’re laughing. They’re happy. They’re free.

Shoto watches from the railing.

He wants to play too.

Father grabs his wrist so hard it bruises.

“Don’t look at them, Shoto,” he says, “They live in a different world than the one I’m training you for.”

Shoto is tripping over his own feet to keep up. He doesn’t wanna go to the training room.

~X~

“Ungrateful brat!” Father yelled, hand around Touya’s neck.

Shoto, see’s his big brother wizing, struggling to breathe.

There’s fire, blue and red.

Natsuo's holding him.

“Learn some respect,” Father says before slamming Touya down where he withers in pain from his own power.

“Nii-chan!” Natsuo cries

“Ani!” Shoto says, trembling before Father pulls him away.

~X~

“Mom, I can’t do this anymore,” Mama says, “The children, every day they look more and more like him. Shoto, I can’t raise him anymore. All I see is his father. His left side, it unsightly.”

“Mama, what are you talking about?” he asks.

Mama freezes and turns to look at him while the teapot whistles.

Shoto had never seen her eyes like that before.

~X~

Shoto remembered it.

~X~

“Stupid woman, to hurt you at such an important time,” Father grumbles.

“Where did Mama go?” Shoto asks.

“Huh, she hurt my masterpieces, so I put her in a hospital to keep you safe.”

“That was your fault,” Shoto says.

“What?”

“You, the one who made her hurt me.”

~X~

“I’m afraid I’ll be like Dad!” Shoto says holing on to Dabi's shirt for dal life, “I’m afraid that even though we’re away, he still has control over me!”

“You’re nothing like the old bastard,” Dabi said, “You reject him, Shoto. You’re not him, you never will be.”

~X~

“I won’t do it,” Shoto says, “I would use his power, I won’t use my left side.”

Then it was Midoriya’s turn to snap.

“It’s your power, isn’t it!! It’s your power, not his!”

~X~

It’s an All Might interview. Mama’s watching it with him.

All Might says that kids get their power from their parents, but their abilities are there own.

~X~

“Come here, Shoto,” Touya says, pulling him close and opening his palm. A little blue flame blossoms and dances across his arm.”

“See? Fire’s not all that scary.”

~X~

“I know your dad was a bad person,” Shiki says, “But my grandma says that the best way to get back at someone is to forget about them and try and be happy.”

Shoto looks at her.

“Your power’s really nice, Sho-chan! I’m sure you’ll be a good hero!”

~X~

“It’s okay if you wanna use your fire side, Shoto,” Fuyumi says.

“Yeah!” Natsuo says, “Dad’s not around to make you use it. So it’s okay.”

~X~

Shoto looked at Midoriya.

And then erupted into flames.

His power

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 186: Lunch and Then Some Light Noumu Battling

Previously on BnHA: The New JP Hero Billboard Chart Top 10 rankings were announced and the heroes each gave a short little speech. My new adult bird son Can You Smell What The Hawk Is Cooking stole the spotlight by basically saying, “y’all need to stop being such bummers, we’re the best that the world’s got now so let’s fucking act like it.” We learned that Hawks is basically a hero prodigy, having started his own hero agency at the tender young age of 18, and now having risen all the way to #2 at age 22. Anyway, he then handed the mic over to Endeavor who went with the short and sweet “just watch me” route, for better or worse. Afterwards Endeav throttled Hawks a little bit in the privacy of his dressing room, and Hawks apologized and then said he actually needed Endeavor’s help for something. “Do you remember the Noumus?” I then proceeded to lose my shit, as we transitioned to some unknown location where an unknown figure was talking to an unknown Noumu with a Kurogiri face (!) who could TALK BACK (!!!!). Then I really lost my shit omg.

Today on BnHA: Endeavor and Hawks go for a stroll on their lunch break. Hawks casually saves like 15 random people and attracts a crowd of fans seeking autographs and selfies. Meanwhile Endeavor attracts one (1) fan, and tries to offer an autograph of his own only to send the kid running off in tears because Endeavor’s aloof attitude is apparently what makes him cool lol. So as Endeav tries to sort all of that out, he sits down with Hawks in some fancy high-rise restaurant. Hawks tells him about some rumored Noumu sightings that he’s been investigating all across the country. He says he flew out to the locations, but couldn’t find any evidence. He theorizes that someone might be purposely spreading rumors in order to sow fear among the general populace. And he says he wants Endeavor, the newly crowned number one here, to be the one to put the people at ease. Meanwhile he himself just wants to chill out, and he would like nothing better than an ideal world so peaceful that heroes can just relax. Anyway, so then that Talking Noumu from the last chapter comes flying at them from out of nowhere and smashes through the glass and is all “WHICH ONE OF YOU IS STRONGEST.” So Endeavor goes to fight him.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 208 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

omg

I think this might be my favorite SJ cover like, ever?? is that a huge overreaction? but like, Deku looks so cool. and I fucking love the colors so much. and don’t think I didn’t notice the distinct BakuDeku theme of this green and orange aesthetic, Horikoshi. because I did! notice! gosh these colors look so good together don’t y’all agree. okay fine I’ll shut the fuck up

lmao

this was such a badass cover and then it’s just. completely ruined by the text in the background being all “TOAST ‘EM”

(ETA: that text was so distracting that I honestly didn’t even notice the Noumu in the background. completely missed that. so observant lol. I probably would have noticed in Mangastream’s version, which says “seething!” but that’s pretty funny too tbh)

jesus Endeavor calm the fuck down and put yourself out already. why are you always so fucking angry

holy shit

well now, that’s one hell of an opening hook

the text is all “ever since I could remember, I’ve lived at the whim of others.” and apparently this dude found it suffocating

so here we have a disgruntled office worker about to shoot the place up, presumably? or like, the quirk equivalent of that. how fucking creepy

oh my GOD

IS HE STRIPPING NAKED TO GAIN MORE EMBARRASSMENT POWER

what the fucking fuck oh my lord. every so often Horikoshi is just like “lol I thought of a really weird thing. let’s just roll with it and see where it takes us”

so this man with his weird humiliation kink thinks he’s all that, but!

did Hawks just shoot fucking feathers to cover this man’s R-rated parts

also if Endeavor is even 1% like his youngest son, his favorite food will be soba. moment of truth!

goddammit, Endeavor’s just completely ignoring the question, and he’s actually focusing on stopping the flasher guy while Hawks continues to talk about food

lmao now this stupid fucking dog is running out into traffic

don’t worry kids, Hawks fired off more wings to spirit sweet, stupid Schwartz away to safety

you had me until “chicken liver” Hawks but I guess I could keep an open mind

does Hawks ever actually make eye contact with anyone

I’m starting to feel like he’s the type who would deliberately turn around if he ever did happen to be facing the same direction as whoever he was rescuing. he only does casual rescues

oddly enough I’m liking him less than I did before. Too Cool For That Shit is just not my type. I prefer Too Grumpy For That Shit and/or Actually Fully Enthusiastic And Earnest And Will Do The Uncool Thing Without Hesitation

but I have a feeling that what we see might not be what we get here, so let’s just wait a bit. idk just a feeling about him. because he sure as heck didn’t have that meteoric rise by not giving a damn

(ETA: okay so! needless to say my fears were unfounded as it turns out Hawks’s thing is not Too Cool For That Shit, but actually Too Tired For That Shit, which is actually one of my favorite types. Too Cool is just the persona he puts on because it’s what’s expected of him. but in actuality the reason he seems so nonchalant is because his heart isn’t really in it. this was never something he wanted to do; it was something he was more or less forced into because he was so talented and With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility, and so it didn’t really matter what he personally wanted or didn’t want. in other words, Hawks is the very first Reluctant Hero I think we’ve had in this series. he’s someone who is more or less trapped in his role, and by now he’s become very, very good at what he does, but more than anything he would like to one day not have to do it anymore.

but of course not only does he not have that option, he’s somehow managed to get himself in way deeper than most of his peers will ever have to worry about. not only does he have to contend with the everyday stresses of hero life, but he also has a fun undercover double agent mission to worry about! so add in the fear of being caught and the stress of having to play both sides, while all the while trying his best to make sure no innocents get hurt! and having to think about all of this constantly!

basically, up until now I wouldn’t have thought that anyone could come along and actually contend with Aizawa for the title of Most Exhausted Character in the series. but not only does Hawks contend, I think it’s actually no contest. and yet he does it anyway. without complaint. well with a little bit of complaining, but under the guise of being a lackadaisical young twenty-something who isn’t particularly concerned about anything. 

he actually ends up confessing more to Endeavor than I would have expected, given all this. like he was straight up confiding in him. that all turned out to be completely true. but because he says it with that carefree smile, you don’t realize at first how much he’s just kind of quietly suffering underneath it all. like that dog in the house on fire saying this is fine. like, no it fucking isn’t, but he puts on such a good act of being completely unconcerned. it’s astounding in hindsight.

my god I have so many fucking feelings about Hawks apparently. I didn’t mean to essay this much and there are probably more essays on the way too lol. I love my tired bird son too damn much and I hope to god he doesn’t get himself killed fffff.)

anyways he’s signing autographs and giving interviews and shit, and meanwhile Endeavor is just completely being ignored

okay now they’re acknowledging him, but it’s the usual “man, he’s scary!”

(ETA: CAN’T YOU SEE-KUNNNNN)

this kid knows what’s what. Inasa was fucked up for years because of his I Asked Endeavor For An Autograph trauma

now Endeavor is silently and intimidatingly turning his head toward the kids and walking over

by the way these children are fucking adorable and I want take them all home and give them sandwiches and juice boxes

(ETA: I’m so glad Can’t You See-kun is even acknowledged in-universe as the most adorable child on the face of the earth. if anyone ever deserved to become a beloved meme it’s him)

oh shit Endeavor’s making an effort!!

he’s really trying to fix that image omg

but it’s not working!

oh snap. it’s just like All Might said, huh. remember he told you not to try to copy him and to do your own thing, Endeavor

the kid is having a meltdown now and saying that Endeavor doesn’t need fanservice and that the lone wolf attitude is what makes him cool

okay but you can be a lone wolf and still be Not A Dick, though

now the kid is running away crying. jesus christ. well so much for those juice boxes then. maybe I’ll just give them to your shark-looking friend

Endeav’s just staring in confusion and wondering where he went wrong

where you went wrong is being a dick for 40 years. change isn’t just going to come overnight. but you need to keep at it! if you want to be nicer just be nicer, and eventually either your fans will warm up to the change, or you’ll get new fans

(ETA: I stand by this, for the record. I know this arc is doing a whole thing of showing how Endeavor can be a different type of hero than All Might and still be someone that people rely on. but in addition to this I think that if he genuinely wants to be more approachable than he should just keep working at it even if people are naturally going to be really confused by it at first)

anyways so now we’re cutting to some fancy high-rise restaurant and Endeav and Hawks are eating in what seems to be a private room

or more accurately, Hawks is eating, and Endeavor is just sitting there with his arms crossed same as always

are you sure Shouto isn’t adopted? that kid loves stuffing his face during serious discussions

(ETA: lmao and he even does it yet again at the end of this arc. I don’t know why I’m always so tickled by this but I just love it)

anyway, so Hawks is replying that when he wants something he just goes for it. “it’s just my nature”

he apparently tried to draft Shouto after the sports festival! interesting

but he says he’s glad that he ended up with Tokoyami in the end

wow but kind of a dick reason -- “Shouto-kun’s brand took a hit after he failed his provisional license exam”

is he just trying to rile up Endeavor here? interesting

Endeavor says Hawks knows a lot for someone who never went to U.A.

which we kind of already knew (that he’s not a U.A. alum), because otherwise he would have been involved in the Kamino mission. but I wonder where he did graduate from. is he a Shiketsu alum?

how mysterious

(ETA: in the Mangastream version he says “I’ve always been a good observer, you see,” which is something that gets called back to later)

anyway, now Endeavor’s getting impatient and demanding to get to the point

ahasfhkhlkj

yesssss more info about them omgggg. how are there even Noumus anymore with AFO locked up??

okay so Hawks is reiterating the stuff we already know, that “scores” of Noumus were captured along with All for One at Kamino. and that since then, even though the League has been active, they haven’t been able to confirm any new appearances of Noumus

hmm, I see, so it’s going to turn out that it was B

(ETA: actually now I’m wondering if there might be a C and this is purposely trying to mislead us! because everyone always assumed that AFO was the only one capable of producing Noumus, but what if that isn’t the case though?)

Endeavor says that since Hawks wants to team up, that must mean he’s actually found proof of this so-called “rumor”

oh my god Endeavor. why couldn’t we have had you during the last arc. you would have had us out of that bullshit basement in no time flat

(ETA: for real, this arc is only what, nine chapters? the man knows how to move things along)

okay now Hawks is saying that this isn’t the only place where Noumus have been sighted, and that there are rumors all around the country -- though not in the news -- and people have been gossiping

oh for fuck’s sake could you get to the point already Hawks. stop dramatically building up to it

blah blah he heard it from locals when he went on a business trip, and he did a secret investigation at that time but wasn’t able to turn anything up

so he says he got interested after that, and flew around the country to investigate further

so apparently there were similar rumors cropping up in completely unrelated parts of the country, with slight variations

but in the end he wasn’t able to validate any of the rumors

so then if this is all true, how many of these Noumu 2.0s are there??

(ETA: and is any of it actually true? it’s hard to say at this point. I’m learning toward “yes”, or else why bring it up in the first place. there’s gonna be a Noumu arc coming up in the future at some point I think. Noumu Wars)

so Hawks is continuing to munch on his yakitori and he says that ever since the incidents at U.A., Hosu, and Kamino, everyone knows about the Noumus now, and he wonders if it’s just “some asshole with a motive to spread unease” who’s spreading rumors throughout the country

okay but we the readers know for a fact it’s not! and you wouldn’t have called Endeavor to team up if you really thought it was just rumors. so when are you going to get to your point

...no way he’s talking about All for One, is he? "a criminal from a long time ago.” someone who wanted ability users to be free. was AFO the Magneto of his day once upon a time?

(ETA: actually, thinking about this more I think maybe it was the mysterious Destro who was mentioned by Gentle not too long ago and who I’m still hoping to learn more about. he was the leader of the Quirk Liberation Army or something along those lines wasn’t he? definitely sounds like a Magneto type)

he says that the more fear a society has, the more these kind of delusions sell and spread

Endeavor is again telling him to stop being a dramatic fuck and to just get to the point

wha

seriously?? you invited him to lunch just to ask him that?

Endeavor’s asking him what his angle is

did fucking Hawks just admit he wants to 420 blaze it. in my good Christian manga. which takes place and is published in Japan where weed will get you thrown in fucking prison for the better part of a decade. something tells me this is Jaimini’s Box taking certain liberties lol

(ETA: yeah, in Mangastream’s version he says “sit back with a nice cold one” which is much more in line with Japanese culture lol. still, Hawks does give off that stoner vibe a bit, can’t deny)

aww, but this part is sweet

though you do know you’ll end up putting a lot of heroes out of a job lol. safer world = no need for heroes. I’m sure most heroes would take that trade-off any day though

so now Endeavor is being all quiet and seemingly thoughtful

and he’s looking out the window

and... whaaaat is this

...do not fucking tell me this is a Noumu

holy fuck it’s a Noumu

um, what? can we back up just a sec? we just had a whole long discussion all about how there have been no verified Noumu sightings since AFO was locked up, and now one just happens to show up the instant the #1 and #2 heroes are done having their little talk?

lmao and now the hostess is coming with the check

maybe this Noumu’s uncannily good timing was cancelled out by this lady who has the worst timing that any human person has ever had in the history of existence

holy shit look how dramatic this is!?

“HELLO MY NAME IS TALKING NOUMU. WHICH IS THE STRONGEST ONE. RARRRR”

Endeavor is telling Hawks to lead the evacuation

Hawks is asking “what about you?” as if that part wasn’t obvious

RIGHT? suspiciously good timing if you ask me. I don’t have any real clue what’s going on yet, but damned if this is a coincidence

anyways now Endeavor is showing us just why he’s the current number one!

TAKE THAT, SUSPICIOUS TALKING NOUMU

and next chapter we’ll apparently get a whole Endeavor battle. well I hope it’s interesting! this arc is off to a bit of a weird start for me, but I think it’s because several of the pieces have yet to fall into place completely. there are a lot of weird coincidences and things that seem Just A Little Bit Off, and I feel like once we learn why, I’m going to be like, “ohhhhhhh!!”

(ETA: yeah, needless to say there were a lot of “ohhhhhh!!” moments and this arc is incredibly dense on a reread. so much going on here omg. this is good stuff)

no bonus today! I almost ran out of time to even put tags. anyways, toast ‘em Endeavor

[whichwaytowonderlandep]

Whatever It Takes | Ch. VII

Pairings: (Yoongi/Reader/Hoseok)

Genre: Romance, Angst

Words: 3,334

Tags: Gang AU, Cop AU, Smut, Violence

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four| Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven 

Chapter Seven

 "Hello, Father." You force a smile as you take a seat one of his man had offered you, before moving to stand across the room — his eyes watching you like a hawk. You nod a thank you in his direction as you try your hardest to keep eye contact with the man in front of you. If there was something he hated is disrespect, you had learned that the hard way when you were little.

"I'm so glad you called" His raspy voice echoing across the room as you took a sip of your tea. "Although, it was a very pleasant surprise over all. I thought you hated my guts." He begins coughing, the clanking of the of his tea cup hitting the plate beneath it resonating louder than his laughter.

He sits in front of you, the smell of pine and rain overwhelms your senses as you force yourself to stay seated – just by the smell alone you knew he was staying in one of the safe houses you’ve been to before. The warm brown eyes that were staring at you were a harsh contradiction to cold stone rock resting where his heart is supposed to be.

Yeah, you had some strong feelings about this.

I still do – You wanted to yell out that thought so badly right in that moment as a few other select words, reserved for your father passed through your mind. But, you remind yourself. You need a favour from him and making him angry is not the way to get him to cooperate.

You swallow down any thoughts that had now formed out of anger, wishing to be anywhere else than here. The flashbacks of him stuffing you in an airplane and sending you to who knows where to train with complete strangers, not to mention all the exploitation that happened that had you wishing you had been born a man.

“I see Taehyung is still very protective of you.” Your father’s taunting words echo in your ears as the sight of a slight smile makes its way onto his lips from behind the cup. “Not that you’re not able to do that yourself.”

“Don’t mention him, he’s not a part of this.” You clench your teeth as you try to keep a calm composure – even if it was tempting to throw the hot tea, cup and all in his direction. You were surprised at yourself, the way your hand was clenching on top of your thigh as your nails made little dents on your palm.

“He became a part of this the second he became involved with you.” His gruff voice instilling a chill down your spine and at the same time, you could remember it being comforting at one point in your life. “Not that this wasn’t a nice surprise, but I thought you wanted to keep a low profile. So, you want something. What?”

Always straight to the point. – A thought as you raise your eyebrow at his, “Can’t I just have a nice dinner with my father?” You smile down at the plate of food now being set in front of you. “I can tell you what I want after we eat. There’s no rush.” You indicate, picking up your utensils as you ignore is curious eyes.

The two of you ate your food in silence, the sound of silver tinkling against the fine glass was all that could be heard in the room. Your father was never a man to do anything for free, not even for you – no, he always had a hidden agenda, nothing is ever a coincidence with this man.

You take a last sip at your wine, moving to sit back in your chair. “I have a proposition for you.” You tell him, finally getting down to business. You hold your head up high, willing to look at the aging man sitting in front of you in the calmest looking mood you had ever seen him in.

“and before you say anything against it, I need you to shut up and hear me out.” You tell him, moving to rest your arms against the table in front of you. You watch him lean back in his chair, his muscles relaxing as he looks on with disinterest.

“Actually, I have a better idea. You do whatever I tell you to do, because I’m the only one in charge and I tell Jackson not to shoot you for deserting our family” Your father states, all source of a smile no longer in his lips as his cold glare pierced through you. “My daughter or not, we have rules and you broke them all, one by one. So, excuse me if I’m not really showing any interest in what you have to say”

You don’t say anything as you sit back in your chair, crossing your arms across your chest as you wait fir him to continue. “So, here’s what your going to do, you’re going to finish your dessert, you’re going to stand up quietly and follow Jackson into the car and you’re going to be complacent and the good girl you are and maybe then I’ll consider lending out a helping hand.”

A couple of weeks had passed since that day you met with your father. Your part of the deal had kept you isolated and busy, ignoring calls and messages from both sides as you focus on what you had to do.

You stretch your arms back, standing up from the bed moving across the small hotel room that had all kinds of clothing strewn around the small room. You pick up your forgotten cell phone from the bag that had been forgotten the moment you had stepped into the motel room.

You hadn’t given any notice to anybody, as per your father’s request, the less people knew where you were and what you were doing the better – with only those instructions, you left both Yoongi and Hoseok a letter that you would be gone for a while and to not come looking for you.

Of course, your father has the same trust as you do in him – almost little to none, which is why he sent Jackson, his right-hand man, with you on this little mission. You look up to see the front door open, seeing Jackson enter through the door with a bag filled with food in his hand.

“We leave tonight, eat and prepare. You have two hours.” He says, placing the plastic bag next to you before disappearing off into the bathroom. You and Jackson had known each other since you were little – being born into this business, this ‘family’ was a permanent thing. You never were fully out, there was always something pulling you back to it.

Jackson was the only person you could relate to in that moment and your father thought so too as he started to breed him into the men he was today. Your father’s ultimate plan was to pass down the business to Jackson and as it could only be passed down to other family, you were a part of that plan.

There are worst reasons why you had made yourself invisible, but this was one of them. Jackson was a good friend of yours, almost like a brother that you had left behind.

You stop eating when you hear your cell phone ring out again, Yoongi’s name flashing on the screen for what seemed like the third time in that hour. You wanted to answer him, reassure him that you didn’t just took off running, that you were coming back – hopefully by tomorrow morning, you would be able to embarrass him for every little thing he does.

You look at the phone once again, you’re mind already forgetting about it as you look at the file in your lap once again – it never hurts to go through the details again.

Time passes by quickly until the two of you are stuck again in the car, the radio playing low in the background as you lean your head against the cold window. You and Jackson had to drive to unknown locations to fulfil most of the orders the two of you had been sent to complete.  

He hadn’t given you any other choice in the matter, he couldn’t send you alone and risk you running off with even more of his money. “How many more people do we have to meet with?” You ask, filling the small silent space of the car.

“Two more. We should be there by morning.” Jackson answers before the two of yo hare cast back into silence. You had been given the rookie jobs, collecting payment and handing out shipments to the ones low in the circle. If anything, you were glad your father had given you a second chance, rather than letting you bleed out on the carpeted floor of that restaurant like he had left others before you.

You had to keep telling yourself that all of this had a purpose, if you go

“Why did you come back?” Jackson breaks the silence this time, hands gripping onto the storing wheel as the road the two of you drove became more isolated the more you got away from the highway. “He had no idea where you were hiding, you could’ve stayed wherever you were and live a normal life.” He grunts out, sparing you only a glance before he looks back into the road.

“Since when was my life ever going to be normal?” You mumble under your breath, pulling up the hood of your jacket before turning away from him. You didn’t want to have this conversation with your fathers right hand man, let alone with the guy you considered your confidant and friend while growing up. You didn’t need to think about it, frankly you just didn’t want. “How about we both shit the fuck up and you wake me up when we get there.” You tell him before closing your eyes and getting some sleep.

Hoseok continues to pace back and forth in his office, he was pissed. Beyond pissed. No one had heard from you, the people who were supposed to keep an eye on you did terrible at their job and he had gladly demonstrated the consequence by his own hand.

During the time that the two of you had spent together, he no longer considered you just an asset to get further in the business, other than a good fuck every morning and your connections, he didn’t think he would need you for anything else and yet, every morning he would jerk himself of to only the memory of you and how he would have you writhing underneath him each time, how you would sometimes take control, only to leave unsatisfied and angry to deal with a bunch of low lives.

Today was no different. No message from you, no sightings, no out of the blue calls, no anything.

Hoseok picks up his phone from the desk behind him, his fingers clicking the familiar buttons. There weren’t any new messages or missed calls, not from anyone important anyway. His grip on his phone tighten, his jaw clenched tightly before he was throwing the phone against the opposite wall. If there was one thing Hoseok hated more than anything, it was losing and right now it felt like he had gotten thrown from the tallest mountain into the mud as his plan began to fall apart.

Jimin walks into the office in a calmly manner, watching his oldest friend fume as the sound of plastic hitting the wall catches his attention. He doesn’t say anything but raises his eyebrows in question at the now damage and rather expensive device. Not brave enough to suffer the consequences of becoming Hoseok’s punching back for a second time he remains quiet as he moves to sit on one of the couches and waits for further instructions.

“Where’s the fucker that was supposed to be keeping an eye on her?” Hoseok finally speaks up, running a hand through his hair for the hundredth time that day. “Bring him to me. I want him here” He orders Jimin, watching as the younger man leaves the room without ever questioning his decision.  

It worried your team when no one had heard from you, but this wasn’t the first time you had disappeared during an operation. They only started to worry when Taehyung had stopped checking in only after a week of your disappearance.

Yoongi runs his hands over his face, “Are you sure you can’t contact either of them? What about our inside man?” Yoongi orders Jungkook to continue searching as the minutes begin to pass by and no results were turning up.

“Yes, and yes” Jungkook calmly answers as he ticks away at his computer, he was tired, but he wasn’t about to yell at his boss to shut the hell up – he was too scared to do that, and he very much would not like to have a fist connecting with his face. “I’ve done anything I can possibly think of, it’s just a matter of having them response to us.” He states as he leans back in his chair, having done everything that he possibly could.

He knew the two of you were okay, there was nothing either of you had done before that wasn’t more dangerous than infiltrating what was essentially a drug dealer’s home. No, he knew the two of you were okay – he knew the two of would always pulled through to situations like these.

He watches silently as Yoongi screams into his phone, sending out orders to anyone who was willing to listen. He was acting irrational, outside of protocol and he was sure he wasn’t thinking straight and the only thing he could think that would make him like this, the only person that could make him like this, was you.

He didn’t like this feeling, the not knowing, the waiting for a sign and hoping that everything was okay with both of you. The feeling at the bottom of his stomach made him sick as he clicks through the video surveillance.

“Where have you been? I haven’t seen you all week. Didn’t really take me long to find out you had suddenly gone missing.” Hoseok says the moment you walk into the room. You notice the open bottle of whiskey sitting on the table beside him and the half empty glass. “No one’s seen you for that matter.” He continues, throwing back what was left in his glass, before setting the glass down on the table beside him.  

“I was out.” You tell simply responds before kicking off your heels to the side of the closet. You don’t say anything else to him as you strip from your clothing down to your underwear before entering the bathroom. “No need to get worried.”

You take off your jewellery, letting down your hair as Hoseok makes his way into the room. “How can I not worry when I haven’t seen or heard from my girl in weeks?” Hoseok groans as he walks in behind you, his tall and lean body standing behind you. His hand wrap around your waist, the alcohol on his breath invaded your senses – you watch him close his eyes as he presses his chest to your back.

You fill him grab a hold of your loose har, tightening his fist as he pulls your head back into his shoulder. Your jaw tightness, feeling the sharp pain from in your head. He takes a deep breath in as he traps you between the sink and his body, “Where did you go?” He groans, rubbing himself against you. “Why didn’t you call me back?” His hand tightening on your hip.

“Hoseok, stop. You’re drunk.” You say, the hold he has on you starting to hurt a little bit more with each passing second. You couldn’t move away from his grip, feeling him harden against you – you were not in the mood to deal with this tonight, you were tired and if you had to subdue him to make him listen then that’s exactly what you were going to do.

“You know, I’ve been going crazy all this time and you couldn’t even pick up your damn phone?” Hoseok raises his voice slightly louder, your hips now digging into the marble of the sink counter. “Do you even have any idea what it is that you do to me?” He continues, his lips brushing against the side of your neck.

“You’re like a drug invading all of my senses and for some reason I can’t seem to shake you off” Hoseok mumbles into the side of your neck. He abruptly grabs onto your waist, turning you around until the counter begins to dig uncomfortably into your back, his body trapping yours once again.

His hand quickly comes up and grips around your throat, leaving you feeling scare, if only for a second. You look straight into Hoseok’s eyes, deep and dark and filled with so much anger that you felt panic flourish at the bottom of your stomach.

And for the first time in your life, you felt scared and vulnerable as the grip around your throat began to tighten. You grasp tightly onto his wrist, watching his jaw clench as the smell of alcohol began to invade all his senses. “Don’t fucking provoke me because it will not end up pretty for you” Hoseok grumbles through clenched teeth before letting go of your throat, grabbing onto your arm and dragging you out of the bathroom and onto the bed.

The darkness began to surround you as the night continued, your mind wandering off into your own subconscious instead of having to deal with was physically happening to you. The last memory you had of that night was feeling his arms around you, him pressing his lips into the back of your neck before you closed your eyes and let sleep over take you.

You woke up the next morning feeling sore, no doubt with bruising on your neck and on your cheek. The split lip leaving a stinging sensation as you smack your lips together — the tears from last night, dried by now and you were sure your eyes were red and puffy.

You didn’t have to turn around to know that you were alone in bed, Hoseok probably gone to do what he usually did in the morning – like terrorizing people. It takes you a while to sit up on your own, flinching at the sight of the sun flowing through the half-opened window. You felt tired and all you wanted in that moment was to go back to sleep for the rest of the day.

“You’re awake.” The deep voice coming from one of the sofa chairs in the room made you jump in place. “I was wondering when you were going to finally wake up.” He continues as he watches your stiff body sitting on the edge of the bed.

Hoseok looks down at the scotch filled glass in his calloused and bruised hand – it was poured and yet it remained untouched by his lips. He had woken not long before you, no idea of what had happened last night. He watches you wrap the thin silk blanket around you, still facing away from him.

“I’m sorry… I hurt you.” He whispers, “I wasn’t thinking straight.” He clears his throat, before setting the glass back on the side table. He stands up from his chair, making small steps his way before rethinking the situation and staying in his place. You take a deep breath, walking backwards, towards the door.

He couldn’t take back what had already been done, so he tried to shrug it off. “I’ll let you rest for now.” Hoseok states before leaving you alone with your thoughts, you decide to lay back down on the bed and going back to sleep.

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[ohnojustimagine]

Never Knew You

Sheamus/Reader Fluff, though there’s angst along the way; 3890 words

This was a request for Sheamus friends-to-lovers, with angst-leading-to-fluff!

***

The first time you met Sheamus, you’d just signed with WWE and one of the producers was showing you around backstage at Raw, introducing you to people. “And this,” the guy had said, “of course, is Sheamus.”

You’d been in the business long enough to know that most wrestlers were way less impressive in person, but Sheamus was definitely bigger than you expected. Taller, but then maybe, you thought, that was just the sheer, gravity-defying vertical scale of the hawk. You stared up at him, offering your hand, saying, “Hi.”

“Nice to meet you,” he’d said, shaking your hand with a firm but gentle grip. “Welcome to the company.”

“Thanks,” you’d replied, smiling politely as the producer guy checked his phone.

“Sorry,” he said. “Just sit tight for a minute, I have to take this.” He’d walked off quickly, abandoning you without even a backward glance, leaving you standing there.

Sheamus and you had looked at each other, awkward, and you made some dumb joke, and he laughed. And the thing is, that though to this day you’ve never been able to remember what you actually said, you’ve never forgotten the sound of that laughter; a surprisingly loud, almost delighted guffaw. There was that instant sense of being totally and utterly at ease around someone, that click you get when you meet a person who you just somehow know you’re going to be friends with for a long, long time.

It’s been over a year now, since that day, and you’re still as tight as ever. The wrestling business is a crazy ride at the best of times, but your connection stays strong and true through all the highs and lows of it. Personal relationships can be difficult with the lifestyle you’re forced to lead, all the travel and training and exhaustion, so you’re incredibly grateful to have someone like Sheamus in your life.

Especially because you don’t really date much, preferring to concentrate on your career, so there’s no one waiting at home for you. Sheamus only ever seems to be able to stick with one girl for a few months at most, and some of them are threatened by you and your friendship with him, some aren’t, but even so, they never last.

It always makes you feel kind of sad, that he so far hasn’t ever been with someone who appreciates him for the amazing guy he is, because you know how badly he wants to settle down. But you have faith that the right woman is out there for him, and you’re sure that one day he’ll find her and all the happiness he deserves.

But in the meantime, you manage to keep each other company. Like tonight, because it’s one of your nights off, and Sheamus is over at your place, the two of you sprawled lazily on your couch, watching a movie.

A boring movie, and after a while you say, “So, why are you sitting at home with me tonight? Don’t you have a hot date or something?”

“You’re my hot date,” he says, not looking away from the TV, shovelling something disgusting-looking into his mouth from one of those tiny weird trays of food he’s always eating. You have a bowl of popcorn on your lap and you stare down at yourself, at your faded t-shirt and baggy old sweat pants.

“Yeah,” you say, “I don’t think I’m anyone’s hot date tonight.”

He looks up at you, frowning. “Don’t say that,” he tells you. “You’re beautiful, you know that.”

“Aw,” you say. “You’re such a sweetheart.”

He smiles at you with that broad, careless grin of his, and hmm, you muse, because it suddenly occurs to you that he’s been smiling a lot lately. The last month or so he’s been… different, somehow. Happier, you think. Lighter, perhaps, as if there’s something freshly discovered inside him, a source of unexpected joy.

You narrow your eyes suspiciously, and ask, “Are you dating someone new?”

“No,” he replies, with a vaguely guilty, almost secretive expression.

“But you like someone, don’t you?”

“No,” he says, but you know him well enough to be able to tell he’s lying.

“You do,” you say, accusing. “You’ve got that dopey look you always get when you’ve got a crush on someone.”

“I don’t get crushes,” he tells you. “I’m too old for crushes.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, then, feelings. You have feelings for someone.”

“No, I don’t.”

You don’t believe him. “Who is she?”

“No one.”

“I’m going to find out,” you say. “Tell me.”

“It’s no one,” he repeats, stubborn.

“Do I know her?”

He pauses, then says, slowly, “Maybe.”

You gasp, practically bouncing in your seat. “Oh my god, is it someone from work? Tell me.”

“I just…” he starts, his voice trailing off. He takes a breath, then says, more firmly, “Not yet, okay?”

“Okay,” you concede, restraining yourself, because you’re dying to know, but if he needs space, then he needs space, and you’re not going to fuck this up for him. You nudge his leg with your toes, gently shoving at the solid, unyielding bulk of his thigh, and say, “But just so you know, I’m really, really happy for you.”

“Thanks,” he says, petting your foot a little, his hand casually resting on your bare ankle.

You point your finger at him. “But I hope this chick knows how lucky she is.”

Sheamus shrugs. “Maybe I’m the lucky one.”

“She that good, huh?”

“She’s the best,” he says with a sheepish, almost shy smile, and you laugh, throwing one of the couch cushions at his head.

“Man, you have it bad, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” he says, sighing, resigned. “I really, really do.”

***

The next few weeks at Raw, you’re in full-on investigative mode, determined to find out who this mystery girl is. You try to be at least kind of subtle about it but you pay extra close attention to who Sheamus is interacting with and how he’s interacting with them.

For a while you think it might be Nia, but no, their conversations are only as friendly as ever, with no hint of flirting. You consider a few of the other girls… maybe Dana? She seems like Sheamus’ type but they don’t talk, barely even acknowledge each other beyond a nod and a quick ‘hi’ backstage, so that doesn’t seem possible.

You’re close to admitting defeat because, as far as you can tell, there’s literally nothing different in the way Sheamus is acting towards anyone. In fact, the only person he seems to be spending more time with than normal is you, and you’re pretty sure that’s mostly just because you’re following him around like some kind of deranged stalker.

But you’re nothing if not tenacious, so, eventually you manage to corner Cesaro, get him on his own when Sheamus isn’t around.

“What’s going on with Sheamus?” you ask.

“What do you mean?” he replies, calm, but there’s a weird edge to him, the way he’s looking at you. You know Cesaro doesn’t have a problem with you, but you’re aware he finds you just a little too much sometimes, so you usually try to tone it down when you’re around him, for Sheamus’ sake.

But desperate times call for all the desperate measures and at least some of those other cliches, so you go on. “He’s got a new girl, right? Someone he likes?”

Cesaro doesn’t reply for a good, full minute, as if he’s very, very carefully weighing up what his answer should be, but you wait, and eventually he says, “Yes.”

“Do you know who?”

Another long pause from him, then, “Yes, and I’m not going to tell you.”

“Why?”

“I can’t betray his confidence like that.”

You let out a small huff of disappointment, but you understand where he’s coming from. Yet you can’t stop yourself from pouting. “Why do you have to be such a good friend?” you complain.

Cesaro smiles at you, but there’s something troubled, clouded, in his eyes as he says, “He’ll tell you about it when he’s ready.”

“Fine.” You hold up your hands. “I’ll let it be.”

“You promise?” He raises his eyebrows, and you can tell he’s serious, which is… weird, you think.

But you don’t argue, saying, “Promise.”

***

Sometimes, on your days off, you’ll meet up with Sheamus and Cesaro for some ring work, help them go over their moves, try to come up with something new. You’re small enough relative to the two of them that they can more easily get creative, and flexible enough that you’re able to take the many bumps and botches that come with experimentation without too much of a problem.

Today Cesaro’s standing on the apron, leaning on the ropes, watching, and you and Sheamus are testing out a submission. You’re moving through it, slow, then fast, each playing one role and then the other, and right now you’re lying half across him, holding up his leg with one arm, the other across his upper body. Your chest is pressed into his neck, your leg between his thighs.

And then you feel something, and for a split second you assume you must have missed a beat, that maybe his arm is in the wrong position, but then…. oh shit you think, realizing, because that is definitely not Sheamus’ arm.

You move enough that you can look down at him, trying not to laugh, as you say, “Oh my god, do you have a boner?”

You see his expression change to one of panicked horror and he shoves you off him, standing up. And his shorts are loose enough to hide at least some of what’s happening, but, well, yeah. That is an obvious and frankly pretty impressive-looking erection he has going on.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, a blush creeping up over the edges of his beard. He runs his hand over his face, wiping off the sweat.

“Seems like the real Celtic Warrior has come out to play,” you say, teasingly.

“Shut up.”

“You so call your dick the Celtic Warrior.”

“I don’t.”

“Well, he’s brandishing his sword right now.”

“Please stop,” he says, with a pained expression.

“Hey,” you tell him, suddenly aware how genuinely embarrassed he seems to be. “Don’t worry about it, it’s not a thing. It’s probably my fault, anyway, I just got you the wrong way or, you know, rubbed up against something I shouldn’t have.”

“No, it was…” He gestures at your chest.

“Oh,” you say, looking down at your breasts, barely contained within the low-cut crop top you’re wearing. “Sorry, I did kind of get them right up in your face, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.” He exhales a slow, quiet breath. “You did.”

“Man, you’re such a guy,” you say. “All you need is random boobs and hey, instant hard on. It doesn’t even matter who the boobs are attached to.”

He looks at you, his face strangely unreadable as he mutters, obstinate, “It matters to me.”

“Well, can we finish? Do you need to go jerk off or can you just will it away?”

“I’ll be fine in a minute,” he tells you through slightly gritted teeth.

“Think about your grandma or something,” you say, trying to be helpful.

“Jesus, can we not talk about my nan while I’m…” He doesn’t finish the sentence.

“Why?” you ask. “Is she like, a really sexy older lady?”

“For fuck’s sake,” he says, impatiently, clearly exasperated with you. “Look, I might just hit the showers.”

“Fine,” you reply, annoyed that he’s being such a baby about it. People touch each other in weirdly intimate places all the time in wrestling, it’s just part of the job, and shit happens sometimes and it’s no big deal. But, apparently, today Sheamus has decided to make it into a big deal, and it’s fucking stupid, the way he’s overreacting.

He turns without another word, ducking through the ropes and jumping down onto the floor, and you watch him walk off in silence.

Cesaro’s still standing there, not saying anything. “What?” you ask him, but he only shakes his head.

***

The next day, you show up at the training center as planned. You sent Sheamus a couple of texts last night, but he never replied, and honestly, you’re not sure what to think. Maybe you took it a bit too far with ribbing him, but that’s how the two of you have always handled awkward situations, by joking about them, and you don’t get why he’s suddenly so sensitive.

But whatever’s going on, you don’t want a repeat of yesterday, so you’ve worn a t-shirt instead of your usual crop top. It’s fitted, yeah, but the neckline is high enough to hide the entirety of your cleavage. It’s kind of uncomfortable, and you’re more than a little irritated by the fact that you feel like you have to cover yourself, but you’ll deal for now.

Sheamus and Cesaro are already there in the ring, and they nod at you as you step in through the ropes. “So,” you say to Sheamus, “do you want to go over that move from yesterday?”

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t worry,” you assure him. “I’ve put these away today.” You grab your breasts, giving them an exaggerated squeeze and his eyes go so wide you could swear for a second they’re about to pop right out of his head.

But then he looks at you, and he’s angry, yeah, but he’s hurt too. There’s something almost wounded about him, the way he’s holding himself, as if he’s carrying some heavy burden, weighed down with it but resigned to the pain, accepting it like it’s his due. And you can’t understand it, understand him, why he’s acting this way. “I think maybe,” he states, each word careful, as if he’s afraid of what he might say, “I’ll just do some weights.”

“Come on,” you plead as he turns away, “don’t be like that.”

He waves back at you, dismissive, and then he’s gone, heading across to the far side of the gym, disappearing among the various machines.

When you glance over at Cesaro, he’s rubbing his forehead, and his face reminds you of that expression your mom used to get when you were a kid and you and your brother wouldn’t stop fighting.

“God, you two…” he says

“What?” you ask him. “What the fuck is going on?”

You see him hesitate, but then he checks behind him, as if he’s making certain that Sheamus isn’t within earshot, and then says, “It’s you.”

“What?”

“The person he’s into, the girl, it’s you.”

“No it’s not,” you answer, incredulous, because there’s no way. No fucking way, it’s not possible.

“Yes,” Cesaro says, “it is.”

“Bullshit,” you retort, and Cesaro grasps your shoulder, giving it an affectionate squeeze.

“Think about it,” he says, his voice gentle. “Just think about it.”

***

So you do think about it, and, despite your initial disbelief, it all very quickly begins to make a perfect, unnervingly disconcerting kind of sense. The way Sheamus has been lately, the way he’s been acting around you, that incident with the hard on… you wince to remember what you said to him.

And you don’t know what to do, how to fix this, but the one thing you know for sure, the truth of it something strong and resolute inside you, is that you can’t lose his friendship.

You just can’t.

***

It’s the first house show of the week, and you find him backstage, stretching, hands pressed up against one of the walls as he pushes his leg out behind him.

“Hi,” you say, and it’s perhaps the first time you’ve ever felt even slightly uncomfortable around him.

“Hey,” he replies, barely looking at you.

“Can we talk?”

He stands up straight, turning to face you, and says, “I know Cesaro told you.”

“Yeah,” you admit, “he did.”

“Bastard,” Sheamus mutters, shaking his head.

“I think he just didn’t know what else to do.”

“Yeah, well,” he says. “Now you know.”

“So can we talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” He shrugs.

“There is,” you say, feeling as if you might cry at how closed-off and miserable he seems, guarded in a way he’s never been with you. But you go on, saying, “I didn’t realize how you felt, and I’ve been really thoughtless and said some really stupid things, and I’m so sorry.”

“You’re not the one to blame.”

“No, but I didn’t have to be such an asshole.”

“It’s okay.”

You sigh. “So, what do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” he says sadly.

“Maybe we should fuck?” you ask, hopefully, because it’s the only thing you can think of. “Maybe if you fucked me, you’d get it out of your system and we could move on.”

You see anger flare in his eyes, fiery and bright, and his voice is loud, too loud, as he says, “You don’t get it, do you? I don’t just want to fuck you. I’m in…” He stops himself, staring down at the floor for a moment, and when he looks back up, anguished, the unspoken word hangs heavy in the air between you.

Love, you think, and you feel as if time has stopped, the whole world slowed down, and you can’t breathe, because he’s in love with you.

“I’ve tried to get over it, I have and I can’t.” He leans back against the wall, scrubbing his hand through his hair. “Look, I’m going to need some time. I think I’m going to need to not be around you for a while.”

“Okay,” you say, because you can’t process this, you can’t believe it’s happening. You take a step back, away from him. “Starting now?” you ask, and, after a second, he nods.

“Can I give you a hug good bye, at least?” you say, your voice sounding small and lost even to your own ears.

“Course you can,” he says, warmer now, and you practically launch yourself at him, pressing your face to his chest as he wraps his arms around you. You breathe in the smell of him, not wanting to ever let go, willing yourself not to cry, but a few tears leak out, unbidden.

At last, you stand back, sniffling a little, but you smile at him as best you can.

“You gonna be all right?” he asks you, concerned

“I’ll be fine,” you tell him, steadfastly holding it together, because you really do mean it. “You take all the time you need, and I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

You raise your hand at him, turning, and as you walk away it’s like someone has reached inside your chest and is slowly ripping out your heart, step by agonizing step.

And you want to, so much, but you don’t look back.

***

You miss him, of course you miss him, but you don’t miss him in the way you expected.

There’s a hole not just in your life, but, it feels like, in your entire being. Your soul, maybe, because there’s a desolate kind of emptiness inside you that won’t go away no matter how hard you work at ignoring it. It’s not as if you didn’t know how much Sheamus meant to you, but you never realized the extent to which he’d taken up residence in your heart, how precious and rare and essential he was.

And there are some other things you’ve started to think about, like why you’ve never really had the slightest interest in dating anyone else in the entire time you’ve known Sheamus. You’ve always made excuses, telling yourself it was all about your career, that you didn’t have space in your life for a man, but it seemed there was plenty of space there for one particular man.

It doesn’t hit you all at once, the pieces gradually fitting together in a slow-dawning realization that builds and builds until, one day, you know.

Perhaps you’ve always known, because you’ve never been more certain of anything, the knowledge of it like something carved in deep on your bones: who you belong to, and who belongs to you.

***

You consider texting him, asking to talk, but you doubt he’ll answer, so the next morning, you head over to his house, feeling yourself tremble as you press the doorbell, waiting.

“Hey,” you say as he opens the door.

“I thought we agreed we weren’t going to do this,” he says, kindly but firmly, folding his arms, leaning up against the door frame, and fuck, you think, but he looks good. So good it takes you a minute to remember what you want to say.

“I needed to see you,” you tell him.

“Well, here I am.”

“Here you are,” you say. And he is, he’s here, in the pale, almost obscenely muscled flesh and you know you’re staring at him but you can’t help yourself.

You inhale, trying to focus. “I want to…” You don’t know how to phrase it. “I want to try.”

“Try what?”

“You know.”

“I told you,” he says. “No thanks on the whole pity fuck thing.”

“I don’t…” you say, helpless. “I want to, I want you.”

“You do?” he asks, caution in his voice, but there’s an undertone of something almost hopeful.

“Yeah.” You swallow nervously, breath catching tight in your throat, and for a moment you don’t think you’re going to be able to speak it out loud, but then the words tumble out. “I think maybe I have feelings for you.”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything, looking at you. You gaze up at him, and whatever he sees there in your face must say everything, because he smiles at you, his eyes shining, and he moves aside, ushering you in.

***

You have no idea how much time has passed, but you’re lying in Sheamus’ bed, and every single inch of your body is basically tingling with sexed-out bliss, alive with it, so high you might as well be floating.

He’s running his hands over your breasts, grinning such a smugly, filthily satisfied grin that you feel an aching throb between your thighs just to see it.

You laugh, and say, “We could have been doing this the whole time we’ve known each other. Why haven’t we been doing this the whole time?”

“Fucked if I know,” Sheamus replies. “You’re the one who wasn’t interested.”

“Yeah,” you muse, wondering. “Wow, I’m like the dumbest person alive.”

“You,” he says, leaning over, punctuating every word with a kiss, “are the strongest, smartest, sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”

“Not that smart, I didn’t see this coming.”

“But you see it now?”

“Oh yeah,” you agree. “Oh my god, yeah.”

Sheamus smirks at you. “I guess we’ve got a lot of wasted time to make up for.”

“I guess so.”

“You got anything planned today?”

And you’re sure there was something, but you can’t remember what it was and, frankly, you don’t give a single shit. “Nothing important.”

“Then I think,” he says, “we should spend the day making up for all that lost time.” He grabs you, rolling over onto his back and pulling you down on top of him.

“That,” you say, with a breathless giggle, “sounds like the best idea you’ve ever had.”

[justjen523]

“Because I Fuckn’ Said So.”

Krioff x MC

WARNING: This story contains forced sex and rape implications along with some physical roughness. If you are sensitive to such things this story is definitely not for you.

(Rating E 18+)

For my sweetheart, @iluvsexyvoltageguys 

Merry Christmas darl’n! ;P

     “Take it off. Now.”

     “Errr......why?”

     “Because I fuckn’ said so.” His words were not to be disobeyed. When he spoke it carried an authority unparalleled by anyone. Angering him was not an option as it would most likely cost you your life. His eyes held me captive as they burned with fiery want. 

     “What?” He didn’t approve of the expression nervously staring up at him. Looking further disgruntled by the second I apprehensively began slowly removing one article of clothing at a time. Satisfied that I was finally complying he sat down a few feet away on his couch watching my every move like a hawk. His face was void of any emotion making the tension I felt palpable.

     “You got somethn’ to say?” My hands trembled as I shyly covered my breasts with one arm while pulling the straps of my bra down my shoulders.

     “I-I just....*swallow* w-what do you want exactly?” His expression remained deadpan when he replied.

     “To see your pussy. Show me.” Nearly freezing to the spot upon hearing his demand, one look at his face was enough to know he was dead serious and I had better not disobey him. 

     “W-Why?...” I blurted out before dropping my panties at an impossibly slow speed in hopes he would somehow change his mind. 

     “You ask too many questions.” He immediately got to his feet and closed the distance between us in a mere heartbeat. 

     “Turn around.” I apparently wasn’t moving at a satisfactory pace as he did the job for me before pushing me to lean forward resting my hands on the couch opposite of the one he had just been sitting on. He spread my legs apart by pushing the inside of my foot with his own out to the side. It was embarrassing being in nothing other than undergarments with my ass sticking straight out toward him.

     He continued in silence as he slowly walked around me inspecting me like some prized mare. Without so much as a word he suddenly ripped my panties away as though they were made of tissue paper. From the corner of my eye I could see a faint smirk that disappeared as quickly as it came. Was he some kind of sadist? What kind of sick game was he playing? He was supposed to be guarding me, protecting me from the dark king but apparently he decided he would take advantage and use me for his own personal entertainment. 

     There was no hope of anyone coming to my rescue. Even the other gods knew better than to cross Krioff for any reason. Though I am pretty sure none of them ever had expected him to be doing something like this. Or maybe they had, who can say? These are gods I am human, their laws and my own were not the same. Maybe this type of behavior was considered the norm in the heavens. 

     As I waited in that awkward position I began to tremble further. Not just from fear but from the lack of warmth on my completely exposed skin. 

     “You cold?” I didn’t understand why he ever even bothered asking me questions. It’s not like he ever waited for an answer after assuming what it would be on his own anyway. 

     I suddenly felt a strange sensation start at the back of my neck and travel downward very slowly. An incredible warmth spread across my nakedness like wildfire warming me to the very core. The sensation was intense yet somehow pleasant and calming. My nerves slowly settled on their own in response as my body was practically purring so pleased from the warmth. Completely confused as to what it was that created that heat I slowly turned my head to look behind me. Upon seeing the reason my eyes quickly went wide in awe and wonder.

     “K-Krioff?! W-W-What are you...”

     “-shut up. You’ll ruin my concentration.” Concentration? What the hell was  he even doing!? Why was his hand glowing red and even more so why did his touch strangely feel so unexpectedly good? It was like my mind and body were no longer communicating. Like a moth to the flame it obeyed Krioff and Krioff only. 

     “Heh. Say whatcha want but your body doesn’t lie.” His confident smoldering fingers traced lines along my skin and before I knew what was happening soft whimpers and pleased moans spilled from lips at this gods unrelenting mercilessness. 

     “K-Krioff please....please don’t...”

     “What? Touch you? Why not?”

     “W-What kind of question is that?! W-why not? B-Because I said no that’s why not!” A sinister smile played across those perfect lips. He leaned over me pressing his toned muscular form tightly against my backside before bringing his hot breath to my ear. 

     “No spelled Y-E-S. I ain’t stupid. Your body is screaming for my touch.” He whispered darkly continuing to stroke my skin. It was embarrassing and horrific because everything he had just said was true. My body wanted more and would do whatever he requested obediently at this point. Like he wielded some form of dark sorcery, black fire magic that took possession of every piece of me save my mind. 

     “W-Why are you doing this?” I asked helplessly which was answered with nothing more than an evil chuckle. His body pulled itself from mine before spinning me around to face him, my breasts bare and bobbing causing his smile to widen.

     “Beautiful.”

     “S-Stop it! Don’t look!” I wanted to cover myself but my body didn’t agree and thus did nothing but further entice and seduce the god of Aries. He laughed darkly as his eyes took in every square inch hungrily.

     “Sit down.” He commanded and unsurprisingly I did exactly as I was told. He retreated back to his former position on the couch across from me crossing his legs comfortably as he lounged against the back. His face had once again become empty and emotionless as he stared in my direction. 

     “Do it now.” He commanded though his expression remained flat.

     “W-What? Do what?”

     “Show me your pussy.” The coldness behind his words even left my body hesitant a moment and when I did not comply anger flared up inside of him. He stood up and approached me with an exceptionally displeased expression before grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking me to my knees like some animal. He pulled me to the other couch on hands and knees using my hair as some sort of leash and didn’t let go even after he had taken his seat once again.

     “I know you ain’t stupid. So why aren’t ya listening? Guess ya need train’n.” Again he didn’t wait for any sort of response. Instead he pulled me on his lap positioning me to face him. With a firm grip in my hair I sat naked atop the god of Aries lap straddling him. His expression was still void of feeling as he stared at me dispassionately. His free hand immediately slid between my thighs and grabbed my sex squeezing it tight. I yelped and cringed but he wouldn’t let go. Instead he leaned in and once again spoke in a deadly serious tone.

     “I said, show, me, your, pussy.” Desperate for him to let go I did as told and leaned back to sit on his lap spreading my legs wide for him to see. A few tears streamed down as I trembled under his immense power.

     “You’re pretty. Especially when you’re cry’n. I like that. Cry for me some more.” He made my eyes overflow but this time not from pain. The pleasure he was bestowing upon me was far greater than anything I had ever known. His glowing fingers pleasured my pussy with unimaginable warmth driving me mad with need. When he plunged them inside I screamed his name pleasing him greatly.

     “Told ya. You shoulda just said yes from the start.” My eyes clenched shut desperately trying to withstand the intensity. It felt so unbelievably fucking good. Every time he pushed and pulled his fingers, their otherworldly glowing heat subdued and tamed me to the core. 

     “Oh Krioff....this....it feels.....mmmm.” His motions intensified easily slamming into my sopping wet center.. 

     “Heh, if you like my fingers fuckn’ ya just wait till I give you my cock.” My eyes shot open and when our eyes met I was entranced by the flames flickering in his usually silver eyes. 

     “Krioff.....I...”

     “Don’t bother tryn’ to hide it. I’m a Punishments god. I’ve seen whattcha do when you think no one’s look’n.” A lump formed in my throat. No way, was he watching me when I...?

     “You’ve dreamt of many of us fuckn’ that needy little cunt of yours. I’ve watched you fuck yourself with that sad excuse of a toy whine’n our names.” I was mortified but couldn’t express it as his fingers combed my walls with his heated touch. His lithe fingers pressing into that spot that made my toes curl. 

     “Am I wrong?” I couldn’t deny it. It was true. All of it. 

     “N-No.” I whispered barely audible.

     “Good. Now beg me.”

     “B-B-Beg you? F-For what?” I managed between thrusts of his fingers.

     “To cum.”

     “Krioff I....I...”

     “SAY IT.”

     “P-Please K-Krioff.....make me....ah! Cum.”

     “Spread your legs further apart. I wanna see it flow out.” I did as commanded and a mere moment later he pushed me so far over the edge it was actually painful at the end, the intensity having grown too much.

     “OH GOD! I....Krioff! I’m...I’mmmmmm CUMMING!!!! GAHHH! AHNNN.....”

     “Yeah, show me that delicious creamy cunt.” His words....so vulgar yet so....erotic. I was losing myself. As I was coming down after the insane orgasm a god just coaxed from me he kept me in position staring hungrily between my legs.

     “What do ya taste like?” He pulled his fingers out of me and shoved them into my mouth making me lick them clean smiling darkly the entire time. After he was satisfied I had enough he shoved two fingers back inside soaking them to the knuckles. When he pulled them out this time he tasted it, his eyes burning slightly brighter as he swirled his tongue around each finger savoring the juice that coated them.

     “You taste good. I’m definitely gonna fuck you now.” Whaaa? Had that still been up in the air after everything he just did to me!? Grabbing me roughly he flipped me over and shoved the side of my face into the cushion he had been previously sitting on. His warm hand still firmly pressing down on my head held me still so he could run his tongue all over my pussy making me cry out. 

     “You like that sweet little snatch licked don’t ya? Unfortunately for you tonight you’re gettn’ punished.”

     “F-For what?!” I managed even though it sounded muffled.

     “Because I fuck’n said so.” That was the last thing he said before I heard him unbuckle his pants and unzip them.

     “You wanted a gods cock, your about to get one.” He slammed into me with such force it stole the air from my lungs preventing any kind of sound to escape my lips. He fucked like an animal. Each thrust was harsh, rough, brutal. His hands came to wrap around my throat as he pulled my head back so I could see his mighty presence looming over me.

     “Is it what you thought? You like this big dick filln’ ya to the brim?” I couldn’t answer. Hell, I could barely breathe as he ravished me fucking me so cruelly I saw stars. 

     “Make me cum. Lemme see you cry again. You look nice when I’m hurt’n ya.” His hands tightened around my neck cutting off my airflow causing me to buck and fight for him to release me.

     “Oh fuck yeah.” His thrusts became uneven though the strength with which he was ramming me only intensified. 

     “I want it on your face. Roll over.” Finally releasing my neck he rolled me over and pushed me onto my back. Cock in hand pumping wildly as I gasped for air he shot his cum in my mouth and face filling it till it was impossible to see. Still gasping for air and coughing he chuckled darkly as he observed me.

     “Yeah, you look beautiful right now.” Sounding smugly satisfied he wiped the head of his cock off across my lips before getting to his feet and redressing.

     “Go clean yourself up then get back here.” Just as I was about to ask he answered for me so I didn’t even need to bother asking the question.

     “I ain’t done yet that’s why. And, because I fuckn’ said so.”

fin

[swanfrcst]

fool’s gold

fandom: daiya no ace | kuraryou

summary: Kuramochi's never met someone quite like Ryousuke before, but he rises up to the challenge just because he can. 

notes: canon compliant, that basic ™  fic about kuraryou first meeting but hopefully with enough of my own style, i fucking love krry | word count: 2.7k

insp. 

ao3 || ffn 

Kuramochi's never been the type to sit still, stay quiet, out of trouble and out of mind. When he wants something, he goes for it, plunging in head first; no questions asked. This is, he likes to think, the product of a childhood filled with scrapes on his knees from alleyway fighting and callouses on his hands from baseball - both driven by fire and passion and leave little room for doubt.

In the same vein, Kuramochi is not used to being careful. 

He is not used to watching where he places his hands and feet or what words slide off his tongue. It's served him well enough in baseball – the satisfying swing of the bat, base-running courses paved through instinct and experience. In middle school, Kuramochi would have been hard pressed to meet someone who could keep up with his sharp tongue and fast legs, the whirlwind of his laughter and unpredictability of his fists too much for most to handle.

At Seidou, Kuramochi meets someone who takes one look at him and spits on everything he thought he'd had.

"You suck," the second year says, out of the blue, danger glinting off his small, sardonic smile. In fact, he doesn't even look at Kuramochi - his eyes seem to slide right past him, as if the boy were talking to the air next to Kuramochi's head.

Kuramochi inhales sharply, grimacing at the taste of dirt in his mouth and glares.

Everything about the boy - Kominato Ryousuke, Kuramochi learns - projects blaring warning signs to anyone in his vicinity. Do not approach, his posture says. If you waste my time I’ll cut your tongue out, his smile suggests. Kuramochi could've sworn he'd actually heard Kominato say that to a third year, but he can't be sure.

If Kuramochi had any common sense, he'd keep his head down and quietly, steadily work his way toward the level of the Seidou first-stringers.

Unfortunately, Kuramochi's got no self-preservation to speak of and a bursting temper honed through years of backstreet alleyways so the next time he's on the field with Kominato and after being subjected to a torrent of insults and mocking comments Kuramochi draws himself up and snarls, "So, what's your problem?"

Kominato pauses, deliberately letting silence fall between them before turning around and tilting his head slightly, very much like a hawk considering its prey.

"Well, I'm sorry to break it to you," Kominato says, voice honey smooth, "but unless you step up your game, you're going to be sitting in the bleachers for the rest of your high school career with such a pathetic skillset."

By this time, some of the other upperclassmen have paused in their practice, noticing Kominato's broken focus. Kuramochi very suddenly feels the weight of many, many judging stares burning into his back.

"You could - "

"End of conversation, first year." Kominato cuts him off and Kuramochi notices the flashes of irritation that cross the other boy's face. "You're holding up practice."

After that, Kuramochi shuts up, embarrassment burning low and hot in his belly. But he can’t help stealing quick glances at Kominato’s small frame, watching how every step he takes is full of power and full of purpose, as if he is declaring to the world – this field is mine, this base is mine, and no one will trespass on its grounds.

Kuramochi knows that you shouldn’t fight fire with fire, that Kominato’s sheer determination probably burns hotter than his own. But he has also never been one to back down from a challenge, especially one stated so plain and clear. In a pause between reps, Kuramochi stretches his arms and laughs quietly to himself, grinning as his new resolve kick-starts a sort of excitement he hasn’t felt in a long, long time.

He doesn’t notice Ryousuke’s eyes on him, calculating, discerning.

“Ryousuke,” Jun says over dinner a couple days later, “Shouldn’t you be a bit easier on that Kuramochi kid? We don’t want him to self-destruct before he gets his bearings.”

Almost instinctively, Ryousuke’s gaze slides over a couple tables to where Kuramochi and Miyuki are sitting, courageously picking rice grains out of their too-full bowls.

“I think he’ll be fine,” he responds nonchalantly, “He’s not the type to give up just because his feelings are hurt.”

A pause, then Jun frowns.  “If you say so. Sometimes he looks like he wants to knife you, but maybe that’s just me.”

Ryousuke simply smiles mysteriously and continues eating.

Over time, Kuramochi begins to mess up less, hit more consistently, and run faster than he’s ever run before. It’s fun, such exhilarating fun that Kuramochi almost forgets his pseudo-grudge against Kominato and his resolve to get the upperclassman to compliment him, just once.

Unfortunately, Kuramochi is rudely reminded of it when tournament season begins and he finds himself in the bleachers, looking down at the tiny figures running about. Miyuki, the bastard, is sitting in the dugout – the only first year to be on the first string. Kuramochi comforts himself over the fact that Miyuki is still a reserve and probably won’t get to play often, until the third years retire.

(Much too soon, Kuramochi will be proven wrong. But for now, he sits and seethes, wishing with all his might that he could be on the field, playing his heart out.)

The first time Kominato says something that isn’t an insult or an order to him, Kuramochi almost fumbles and drops the ball he’s holding. It’s after a set of particularly rough fielding drills, in an unnaturally humid spring morning, said so out of place that Kuramochi could’ve sworn he’d misheard it.

“You’re going to catch flies if you keep your mouth open for too long,” Kominato finally says, breaking the silence.

“But – you just – “

Kominato, the bastard, asks, “I just what, Kuramochi? Have you never been complimented before?”

Not by you, Kuramochi wants to yell, but Kominato’s smile just widens. Fuck – Kuramochi is definitely being laughed at.

“Well,” Kominato hums, “I suppose compliments are off the table then. I’ll take note of that.”

Wait, no – Kuramochi is absolutely internally screaming now, but Kominato is already walking away, hands clasped behind the back and no tension in his shoulders, like he’d just commented about the weather instead of decidedly ripping Kuramochi’s coherency to shreds.

Maybe he’s being a little dramatic, but Kuramochi pinches himself out of his stupor and swears under his breath that he will manage to make Kominatio acknowledge him. One day.

I’ve got fireflies where my caution should be.

There is a certain method to the madness that is Seidou baseball, and an even more mysterious method to the enigma that is Kominato Ryousuke. To be honest, Kuramochi has never considered trying to actively seek it out the answers; his current life consists of baseball, baseball, baseball, and maybe a little bit of actual school.

In the end, it hardly matters, because as time goes on, Kuramochi finds himself spending time with Kominato even outside of practice. He’s there in the evenings, after dinner, swinging away with the rest of the first string underneath the soft glow of the indoor practice shed. Kuramochi, being a second-stringer, is forced to find his own plot of grass behind the dorms to practice in. But he passes by the building, eyes drawn to flashes of pink before it falls out of view. Kominato begins to show up in the weekly (turning into nightly) rendezvous in Miyuki’s dorm, mostly sitting near Jun-san and Tetsu-san and watching smugly as the first years are forced to make vending machine runs. Maybe Kuramochi is unconsciously looking for Kominato now (a preposterous idea), because he now has a running tally of times he’s seen Kominato during the school day. (Once before first period, walking up the staircase with Tetsu-san and Jun-san; once in the cafeteria, but never again, as Kominato doesn’t seem to have the same lunch period as him; once in the hallway as Kuramochi is walking to class – but Kominato turns a corner before Kuramochi can open his mouth; once…)

So it’s not his fault when one day, during practice, Kominato catches a particularly tricky hit and his first reaction is to yell, “Nice one, Ryousuke-san!”

Kominato freezes for a moment, almost forgets to step on base to tag the runner, Miyuki, out. Thankfully, Kominato is not a fool like Kuramochi, and snaps out of it quickly, perhaps stepping on second base with more force than needed.

One knowing smirk from Miyuki is enough to shut Kuramochi’s brain down. As the snickering catcher jogs away, having been tagged out, Kuramochi tries to apologize. He can’t seem to form proper words, and ends up coughing instead.

Luckily, the next batter is already stepping up to the plate, so Kominato’s sharp, unsettling stare lingers over Kuramochi for only a few, tense moments before he turns back to face the batter. Thankful for the distraction, Kuramochi shakes himself out of his stupor and resolves to forget about the whole damn thing.

“So, Ryousuke-san, huh?” is the first thing Miyuki says to him after practice, shit-eating grin forever present on his face. Kuramochi instinctively crushes his water bottle in his fist.

“None of your business,” Kuramochi snarls, already feeling his face heat up. “It was an accident.”

Miyuki looks positively delighted at this new development. “Of course. Just an accident.”

In response, Kuramochi contemplates the pros and cons of murder.

(Instead of slowing down, I just shine brighter.)

As the team moves into the heart of competition season, the tension rises exponentially. The first string practices intensify, leaving little time for experimentation with promising second stringers. Kuramochi spends most of his time outside of school slaving away on practice field B and swinging away until it feels like his arms are about to fall off. More often than not, he drags himself to bed and immediately passes out from exhaustion.

All of this is excellent distraction from the Kominato Ryousuke problem, as Kuramochi goes days with seeing Kominato maybe once or twice throughout the entire day. They haven’t spoken a single word to each other in that time.

Of course, this false sense of security is quickly shattered.

After dinner, the evening before the first match of the summer regionals, Kominato very decidedly blocks off Kuramochi’s exit and says, “Kuramochi, meet me near the vending machines in ten minutes.” Unsurprisingly, it is less of a request and more of an order.

His knee-jerk reaction is to say ok, sure, what’s wrong? because his mama didn’t raise a savage, but one look at Kominato’s carefully blank expression and he bites down on his cheek so hard he tastes blood.

“Um,” Kuramochi eloquently replies, suddenly feeling very small, even if Kominato is at least a head shorter than him.

“Good. See you then,” Kominato turns on his heel and glides out the door, leaving Kuramochi to stare after him in a dazed stupor.

He’s rudely knocked out of it by a stinging slap on the shoulder. When Kuramochi whips his head around, snarling defensively, he is met with the sight of Miyuki wringing out his hand, wincing at the pain. Kuramochi glares, mentally screaming GO AWAY; but of course Miyuki can’t hear him.

“Dude,” Miyuki says, shoulders shaking as if he is holding back laughter, “Stop freaking out. He’s not going to do anything terrible to you.”

“Yeah, like you would know,” Kuramochi snaps.

“I practice with him. Every day. Kominato-senpai’s not as bad as he seems, I promise.”

Miyuki waves a lazy goodbye as he leaves the cafeteria, leaving Kuramochi to stew over his choices. He could turn tail and run, avoid Kominato for as long as he possibly can – but Kuramochi isn’t a quitter, and he most certainly isn’t a coward.

Besides, Kuramochi realizes, feet moving toward the door, he’s been a little lonely the past couple of days. To avoid Kominato, he’d had to skip out on the nightly gatherings, spend as little time outside of the classrooms as possible, and pointedly ignore practice field A and its constituents. Now, underneath the night sky, with nothing but the white noise of nature surrounding him, it’s as if Kuramochi’s mind has suddenly cleared, and he’s finally realizing how goddamn stubborn he’s been –

He ends up in front of the vending machines before he knows it; the soft glow of them don’t register immediately, and Kuramochi doesn’t see Kominato until he steps out of the shadows and tosses Kuramochi a can.

Reflexively, Kuramochi reaches out and snags the can (green tea). It’s almost like an infield pass on the diamond, except Kuramochi’s fingers curl around the can in all the wrong ways, and condensation slides across his skin.

“Hi, Ry-Kominato-senpai,” Kuramochi manages to stutter out, hoping that Kominato doesn’t catch the slip of his tongue.

“You can call me Ryousuke, you know,” Kominato says, tell-tale smile curling up his lips. “I don’t care that much for formalities.”

“I – “

“What I do care about,” Kominato (Ryousuke) says, “are your pathetic attempts to avoid me.”

Then, Ryousuke falls silent, as if expecting Kuramochi to speak up and defend his honor. But Kuramochi’s still wrapping his mind around you can call me Ryousuke and can’t do anything but gape.

As if expecting this reaction, Ryousuke laughs, startling Kuramochi out of his stupor.

“Wait,” he blurts out. Ryousuke raises an eyebrow and pops open his can of juice. “Wait.”

“Yes, Kuramochi?” Ryousuke says, looking wildly amused.

There are a million and one things running through Kuramochi’s head right now, but of course he has to sputter, “So you don’t hate me after all?”

Ryousuke pauses, can pressed against his lips. He regards Kuramochi with an odd look, one that borders on amusement but straddles incredulousness. Kuramochi gets the distinct feeling that he is being ridicules in Ryousuke’s head. When Ryousuke doesn’t respond, Kuramochi feels his face getting progressively redder and decides to run away to Hokkaido and never come back.

“Hmm,” Ryousuke says, after he’s flustered Kuramochi to an acceptable degree, “I wonder.”

“Ryou-san!” Kuramochi cries out, covering his face with his hands, green tea forgotten on the bench beside him. “Stop messing with me, please.”

“Oh, so it’s Ryou-san now? You sure move fast.”

Kuramochi chokes, brain finally catching up with his mouth.  Now he’s blushing something fierce, running his hands through his hair, excuses caught in his throat. It feels a bit like he’s back in junior high again, unafraid of the consequences his words might hold, unafraid of plunging through the aftermath of the trouble he gets himself into.

Luckily, Ryousuke doesn’t seem to take offense at his new nickname. Instead, he looks even more entertained, possibly more from Kuramochi’s internal suffering than any sort of affection.

“Like I said,” Ryousuke says, steps forward smoothly to chop him on the head, ignoring Kuramochi’s yelp of pain, “I don’t really care what you call me. So let’s return to the topic at hand, yes?”

“Yeah, of course,” Kuramochi blurts out, wiping his hands nervously on his shirt. He doesn’t remember what Ryousuke want to talk about, and it must show on his face because Ryousuke whacks him lightly on the head again.

Ryousuke shakes his head. “Stop trying to avoid me,” he says, “It’s pathetic watching you tiptoe around.”

Being cautious is not like you, Ryousuke doesn’t say. Instead, be laces his fingers behind his back and smiles up at Kuramochi, waiting for a response.

Weakly, Kuramochi laughs. “You could tell?” he asks, even though he already knows the answer. “I guess I was overreacting.”

“You were.”

“To be fair,” Kuramochi retorts, tension draining out of his shoulders, trademark smile back on his lips, “You’re pretty scary, Ryou-san.”

Ryousuke raises his eyebrow. “Good.”

The next day, Kuramochi walks next to Ryousuke as they head to the practice fields, struggling to keep a big, stupid smile off his face. Ryousuke only glances at him once, but seems content to listen to Kuramochi prattle on about anything he can think of.

When they reach the fork in the road that split to the different practice fields, Ryousuke pauses in his step. Kuramochi, already in the motion of heading toward practice field B, looks back to say goodbye, but Ryousuke beats him to it.

Only, instead of saying goodbye like a normal person, Ryousuke says, without much bite, “You better work hard, or you’ll be stuck on second string forever.”

Kuramochi hears – you better catch up quickly. We haven’t got all the time in the world.

He laughs, bright and sharp, and the early morning sunlight catches on the edge of his smile so, so beautifully. “Sure Ryou-san, whatever you say.”