#mina is drinking paint water

[galarfiend]

i havent had the opportunity to draw for myself like all week so heres some pokédoodles w/ some bonus gill&gilbert, maya fey, and a bat

[ptq3000]

ok, ok,, sleepovers with bakusquad :))

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> the selective dorm you all go to is bakugo's dorm. he hates that everyone just agrees on his. mina would try to offer her dorm, but everyone knows damn well that she doesn't clean her dorm room as often.

> sero brings the most pillows, kirishima brings the most snacks, jirou brings movies or music (i feel like she'd have a karaoke machine), mina brings face masks or nail polish or makeup, and denki brings either video games or blankets.

> most of the time, the group doesn't even use the blankets denki brings. they just make a huge cuddle pile.

> cue the most epic night of your life though, it'll always be a chaotic sleepover. pillow fights that have bakugo as the reigning champ, mina trying to throw food into people's mouths. denki and bakugo going face to face in video games where bakugo ends up rage quitting and then sero would start recording bc denki boasts abt how good he is and bakugo explodes his ass.

> kirishima indulges in mina's girlie things bc he claims it's manly to be vulnerable. sero wouldn't give a shit abt it and denki would be very willing to join in. omg, kirishima would be the first person to have like the cucumbers on his eyes, clay facemask, nails waiting to dry. he's very calm and yes, everyone has pictures of that. even bakugo. even kirishima himself does too.

> jirou would exclude herself from some parts, like doing makeup, but painting nails together and group skin care?! hell yes, she's in!!

> bakugo....he hates it. mina definitely fights him on it and he gives in, but he doesn't enjoy it as much as everyone else does. he's getting there though..he shows interest, asking mina what certain products are supposed to do. but when she brings out the face masks,. bakugo's making it so difficult for her. he definitely refuses to stay still,, but it's still super fun!!!

> jirou + karaoke + bakusquad = so much fucking fun. mina's giving her all, bakugo straight up yells,, kirishima and sero are definitely decent singers despite them not really gloating abt it, and denki is someone who doesn't care how good he sounds but how much fun he's having.

> though, whenever denki sings, everyone's laughing too much. mina definitely almost peed herself one time and sero recorded it all. he's saved it in the group chat that everyone's in :)))

> have you gotten noise complaints? yes. has aizawa had to come over and shut you guys down? yep. did that ever stop you guys?!? hell no!! bc you cannot stop the fun that bakusquad will be having.

> most of the time,. everyone ends up sleeping at some point. but there were a couple times everyone attempted all nighters. spoiler alert!!! everyone but jirou fell asleep. she couldn't fall asleep bc denki was snoring too loud. at one point, bakugo woke up for a drink of water and when he did, jirou and him drew a mustache on denki's face.

> no. he did not know. denki did not find out until breakfast when iida asked why he had a mustache on his face. yes, jirou took pictures of that and always laughs out loud when she scrolls through her phone and finds it.

> sleep piles. sleep piles. sleep piles. it's not a bakusquad sleepover unless there's a sleep pile. bakugo and kirishima are usually the ones on the bottom of the pile. mina usually lays her head on kirishima and her legs are spread on bakugo. jirou would be sleeping on mina's stomach, back to back with sero, or by bakugo. she would probably knock some sense into bakugo if he pushed her or something. if she falls asleep, that is. sero is either back to back with jirou or on top of denki. denki is, most times, on top of everyone. everyone tries to push him off when he's asleep, but denki accidentally zaps them with his quirk in his sleep.

> everyone just fits wherever they can. it's natural and although SOME PEOPLE will complain abt it the whole time *cough* bakugo *cough*, everyone actually does have fun.

> honestly, it's a very fun time for everyone even if some people say that it's stupid. *cough* bakugo *cough*

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a/n: heyy!! just wanted to post something so tadaa!!! have a good day, night, wtv time it is right now! <33

[i-am-baechu]

♡ Summary: I want to be your angel in this world of sins but you just don’t trust me enough to do that

♡ Pairing: Crush situation; Taehyung x reader

♡ Rating: Pg - 14 

♡ Genre: College Au, angst, fluff, and romance

♡ Playlist - Secret Love - Jojo

The moon outside shines through the window as the silence in her room wipes away her tears. The white paint is the only source of warmth at this moment. Nothing makes sense and even if she figured it out, her heart wouldn’t feel the same. She slowly gets up from her bed and heads towards her bathroom. She looks at the mirror and she shakes her head at the reflection. She hated how the reflection always showed her the reality of things. 

She turned on her water as she stared into the sink. The white porcelain that shone from the water and light was almost beautiful after her crying session. She cupped her hands together and let the water hit her face. Two times turned into six, as water droplets dropped from her soft skin. Her best friend would be mad that she's crying for a man but she can’t help it. She’s so in love with someone who doesn't even know. Her secret love. 

The next morning, she walked into her classroom and saw her best friend already there. She smiled at this and walked towards her with books to her chest. Mina turned towards her and the smile she had dropped, “You were crying again weren’t you?” 

L/N Y/N shook her head and set her books on the table, “No, I wasn’t.”

“You're a terrible liar. Your brother texted me telling me you were crying all night.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and sat in the chair, “I hate your friends with my family. It’s annoying.” 

Mina shrugged her shoulders and glanced at the door, waiting for someone to show up, “You were thinking about him. Weren’t you?” 

“He took me to take boba yesterday.” 

Mina raised her eyebrow at this and gave her full attention to her, “There’s something else. What happened?” 

“He got a text...and then he said he had to go.” 

“Who was the text from?” 

“Aria...”

Mina scoffed at this and shook her head as she leaned back in her chair, “Taehyung is not worth your tears.” 

“Mina, I don’t want to hear it again. He only sees me as a friend...he will never understand how it feels.”

“Then why don’t you tell him?”

Before Y/N could say anything, Kim Taehyung entered the room and she turned her head towards the door. In her head, there was this light around him that always attracted her. Like a firefly in the summer. He always dressed so casually but he would always look so high class with the plain black shirt. It was the way he walked and the boxy smile he had. She realized he was walking towards her and she quickly shook her head, “Hey Y/N, sorry about leaving you yesterday.” 

She smiled at him and shook his head, “It’s okay...is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, it was really nothing if I’m being honest. Are you free today?” 

She felt a pinch on her thigh and she glanced at Mina who was shaking her head. She looked back at Taehyung and gave him an apologetic smile, “Sorry, I have plans with Mina.”

Taehyung looked at Mina and gave her a smile, “Oh really? What are you guys doing?” 

“We have a cup event.” 

Taehyung smiled at this and looked at Y/N, “Is it for your favorite group? They're called Red Velvet right?” 

Her heart fluttered at him remembering and nodded her head, “Yeah, I get a photocard with the drink.” 

“Oh, that’s exciting. I hope you get Irene.” 

“I hope so too...” 

Taehyung gave her a small wave and that boxy smile shot an arrow right through her heart, “I’ll talk to you later.” 

She nodded her head and waved back at him, “Yeah.” 

He walked away and headed towards the back of the classroom as Y/N stared at his back. Mina let out a small laugh and shook her head, “God that was so awkward to watch.” 

“Mina shut up...” 

“It was kinda cute.” 

Y/N opened her textbook and let out a small laugh, “Shut the hell up and open your book before I kill you.” 

“Jokes on you, I want to die. I wouldn’t have to pay tuition here.”

Taehyung was popular and everyone liked him. Y/N has never heard a bad rumor about him and all the teachers adored him (five points to Gryffindor.) He was on the soccer team with his best friends, the cliche college dream boy. Y/N was just there. She got along with everyone and she stayed out of drama. Her best friend, Mina, has been with her since high school and she was the only one she really talked to. Sure, Y/N spoke to others but it wasn’t as deep as with Mina. She knew everyone had a crush on him, who wouldn’t? 

She met Taehyung during their freshman year. It was orientation and they were in the same group. Taehyung, being the friendly guy, came up and started talking to her. Ever since then, she had a crush on him and they were now juniors. 

During the course of her crush, Taehyung of course had girlfriends while she stayed single. She remembered meeting Jennie, Allison, Sowon, and Stefania, the rest she never met. Every time she met one, her heart broke. It made sense for him to be in a relationship, she couldn’t imagine someone liking her let alone him. So, she just kept her crush a secret. It’s easier to keep things hidden. It doesn’t change things but it does hurt. It hurts a lot.

“I saw Taehyung and Aria at the party last night.”

“I know, do you think they're dating?”

“They have to. You see how she looks and how he looks, literally idols.” 

Y/N got up from her lunch table and walked away. She couldn’t hear any more of the conversation. The biggest rumor of the day was that Taehyung was dating Aria Geun. She kinda had a feeling that he was going to see her next, it makes sense. Like those girls were saying, they looked perfect together. She was beautiful and kind, who wouldn’t like her? 

She walked into the Library and sighed to herself. She started to go up the stairs until she heard her name. She turned around and smiled, “Hey.” 

“Hey, Y/N. Did you understand the assignment?” 

“Jungkook, do you need help?” 

He gave her a shy smile and nodded his head, “Yeah, I tried asking Namjoon for help but he was busy.”

“Jungkook, you can always ask me. I was just heading up to the study area.” 

“Can I come?”

“Of course.

Jungkook bowed his head at her, “Thank you for saving me.”

They went up the stairs together, talking and laughing but she was unaware of the stare that was on them. 

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There was a knock on the door and Taehyung glanced at it with a raised eyebrow, “Who is it?” 

“It’s Santa. Who else would it be?” 

Taehyung rolled his eyes and left his kitchen to unlock it. He opened it and glared at Jungkook who was smiling at him, “What do you want?”

Jungkook was taken aback and frowned at his tone, “What's got you so mad?” 

Taehyung sighed and opened the door wider for him to enter, “Sorry... it's because-”

“Was it because I was with Y/N?” 

Taehyung closed the door and stared at the dark wood with a frown, “I know you wouldn’t do anything. I just don’t know how long I can keep this up.” 

Jungkook sat on the couch and turned on the TV, “You need to talk to her.” 

Taehyung sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He sat next to Jungkook and shook his head, “She has given me nothing. I bet she doesn’t even like me that way.”

“You wouldn’t know that unless you talk to her about it.” 

“I don’t know...I don’t want to break what we have, you know?” 

“Dude, I know but just talk to her.” 

Taehyung slapped Jungkook’s leg when he tried resting his feet on his table, “What did you talk about with her?” 

“I needed help with chemistry. What did you talk to Aria about?” 

“She needed help to get with Mina.”

Jungkook nodded his head and muted the TV, “You need to talk to Y/N. There’s a rumor that Yuta might ask her out.”

Taehyung's eyes widened at this and he whipped his head at Jungkook, “Yuta? The medical major dude?” 

“Yeah, do you know another Yuta?” 

“Shut the fuck up, of course she would like him. He’s studying to be a doctor and I’m just an art major.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at this and slapped Taehyung's shoulder, “Do you hear yourself? Y/N and Yuta are just friends, I asked her about him because I was curious. They were partners like twice, that’s it.” 

“That doesn’t matter, you never know with people’s feelings.” 

“You need to trust her words. Just like how she needs to trust yours.”

Taehyung raised his eyebrow at this and gave him a confused look, “What does that mean? Did she ask about me?”

“You go figure that out lover boy, what’s for dinner?” 

“YAH! No food until you tell me! Don’t walk away from me!” 

The next morning, Taehyung entered the classroom and saw Y/N reading through her papers. He smiled to himself when he saw her hair fall from her ponytail. She was dressed in a graphic shirt and leggings with her Puma sneakers. She had her headphones on, so she didn’t hear him enter. Usually, he craved her staring at the doorway waiting for him but today there was none of that. He frowned at this and walked up towards her. 

He gently poked her shoulder and she looked up with a confused face that quickly turned into a smile, “Tae, you scared me.”

“Sorry, I was just curious about what you're reading.” 

“Oh, Yuta needed help with a project and I told him I would help him. He doesn’t understand the chemistry behind it.”

Yuta... “Oh...I thought we were going to hang out tonight?” 

Y/N nodded her head and smiled, “We can still hang out. Yuta wants to do it at lunch so, I have time for you.” 

“I-I wanted to hang out at lunch too.”

She raised her eyebrows at this, “You wanted to hang out at lunch and tonight? Wouldn’t you get annoyed with me?” 

“Never. Can I just hang out with you while you help Yuta?” 

“Isn’t that kinda boring?” 

“Nah, as long as you're there then it's fun. 

Y/N nodded her head at this and gave him a thumbs up, “Okay, I have no problem with that. I guess I’ll see you at lunch then?”

“Yeah, bye, Y/N.”

“Bye, Tae.”

He started walking away and he glanced at her. She was so focused on reading that his heart fluttered at how focused she looked. He let out a small chuckle and shook his head as he headed towards the back to see Jimin with a mischievous smile, “I saw that.” 

“Shut up.”

“Can you be any more awkward?” 

“Can you shut the fuck up and open your textbook before I stab you with this pen.”

“Jokes on you, I want to die.” 

Taehyung sat at the table and watched Yuta pushing his hair back as Y/N focused on the papers in front of her. It was clear that Yuta was trying to impress Y/N but it wasn’t working. The devil on his shoulder was screaming in joy at this while the angel felt bad for Yuta but Taehyung was listening more to the devil. He took out a lunch box and let out a small cough, “Neh, Y/N. I bought you some lunch.”

She looked up from the paper and smiled at him, “Oh really? Ohhh~ my favorite, turkey wrap.” 

“I also got your tea that you like so much.”

“Thank you Taehyung, I appreciate it. Yuta, I finished the chemistry part. Do you understand it?” 

Yuta glared at Taehyung and looked back at Y/N, “I get it, thanks. It was all because of you. I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party tonight with me.”

Y/N shook her head and gave him a soft smile, “Sorry, I have plans with Taehyung.”

Yuta sent an evil glare at Taehyung who was smiling proudly, “Will we ever hang out together? You know just us?” 

“You have my number, just text me. I have to go, Mina needs help with something at her place. Bye, Yuta. I’ll see you tonight Tae.” 

Y/N gathered her things and sent them a small wave. She walked away and when she was an earshot away, Yuta turned towards Taehyung, “Dude, do you have to be a cockblocker?” 

“Don’t flirt with someone that isn’t yours.” 

Yuta let out a loud laugh and shook his head, “Yeah, that’s rich coming from Mr. Playboy.” 

“Shut up. You broke a lot of hearts too, I don’t want to hear it. I have to go, I have to get ready for my date with Y/N.”

Taehyung got up from the table and put his headphones on ignoring Yuta’s angry remarks. Was this petty? Yes. Did he care? No. 

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Y/N was reading in the library when she felt a poke on her shoulder. She got up from the floor to turn towards the person and she felt her chest get hot, “Tae? What are you doing here?”

“Well, it's a library. Plus, I wanted to talk to you.” 

She closed her book and set it to the side of her. She looked at Taehyung with a curious look and his heart wanted to leap from his chest, “Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah...Do you trust me?” 

Her face turned into a confused one and nodded her head slowly, “Of course I do...Why?” 

“I kinda hope you were in the library. You know this was the first place we talked to each other.” 

She let out a small laugh, “Yeah, you came up to me and just started talking about art pieces.” 

“You talked back to me so, you were stuck with me.” 

She nodded her head at this with a small chuckle, “Why are you bringing it up?” 

Taehyung wiped his sweaty hands on his pants and gave her a nervous smile, “You trust me?”

“Tae, just tell me. You're making me nervous.”

“Trust my words.” 

She nodded her head at this, “Of course...” 

“A pretty flower doesn’t compare to you. You're the sunlight that brings life to everything. While I’m the darkness that keeps things hidden. You're always there for me and I want to keep it that way. I have liked you since we met but I always thought you wouldn’t like me because you never gave me a sign...I have to tell you before someone takes you away and I can’t deal with that pain. I tried dating other girls because I thought you didn’t like me. I tried but it was always you...Y/N give me a chance. Give us a chance, will you be my girlfriend?"

[doodle-pops]

Hi Mina,

Hope you're doing well, taking breaks and drinking lots of water! I have a quick question, so since elves' ears are sensitive, do they wear earrings at all? I can't imagine having their ears pierced is a fun experience for them (would clip-ons be a thing or would those also be too sensitive?)

Thank you!

Hello, hello 👋. I'm doing well, mostly spending time cleaning and refurbishing my room for the holidays. I'm thinking about what new shade to paint my room 😁

Onto your question: I was never big on the image of elves having piercings on their ears, but after a while, I came into the idea. Since I (and others) view the tips of the ears to be the most sensitive region, I can see most elves avoid piercing there. However, you always have those who enjoy the stimulation due to the increased sensitivity that piercing the tips would bring. Furthermore, the sensitivity for elves would differ; some more than others.

So it all boils down to, apart from having the lobes being pierced, those who can handle the pain and enjoy the stimulation to those who cannot not and would settle for the lobes being pierced.

I can't speak for clip-ons because I down right hate those 😰. They make my ears hurt, so I'm gonna assume the same for the elves. That's like getting your ears slowly pinched over a long period, agonising (depending on how long you wear them for). I believe they would simply settle for a regular earring that has the stopper/nob at the back, either the ones you can screw or push in.

[hazelroses1]

Ochako Misses Her Boyfriends When They're Away, So the Bakusquad Keeps Her Company

Kirikacchako Fluff, implied NSFW

Whenever Eijirou or Katsuki leave for missions, Ochako reminds herself that this is part of being a Pro Hero. She and her boys have climbed the ranks into the single digits, and they take on dangerous villains outside of Japan. Still, no matter how many times she repeats “they’ll be back” in her mind, she can’t fight the sadness and panic that comes with being away from them.

Waking up with Eijirou pressed against her back and Katsuki’s face against her chest were simple moments that made her day better. The first week, not hearing their voices made their home feel empty.

She craves listening to Eijirou tease Katsuki and the scathing remarks he’d throw back at him. Ochako can count the seconds to when Katsuki will yell at Eijirou, “Get the hell off me!” and the sounds of kissing follow suit. He always melts under Eijirou's touch. Their dates, days of kicking villain ass, and the nights they spend cuddling together on the couch meant everything to her. Those memories swirl black in her mind from worry that they will be the last she ever makes with them.

The terrible voice in her head reminds her that there may be a day when Eijirou or Katsuki don't make it through a battle… or she loses them both. So, Ochako tries to throw herself into work, taking on long shifts to avoid friends because talking about Eijirou and Katsuki will bring tears to her eyes. It's a good thing their friends, the self-proclaimed squad, knows sweet, bubbly Ochako has a hard time without her boys, so they step in to comfort her.

Mina always plans a get-together to drag Ochako to. This time, she plans a chill night at her place to paint their nails, wear face masks, gossip, and drink way too much sake. Hanta paints Ochako's nails while Denki does her eyebrows, and Mina gives her one of the best shoulder massages she has ever experienced outside of Eijirou’s capable hands.

“You guys are the best,” Ochako sighs, leaning back into Mina. “You don’t have to do all this for me, you know!”

“You’re clearly missing Blasty and Eijirou,” Hanta says, blowing on her fingernails. “Blasty would lose his shit if we didn’t take care of you while they were gone.”

“Plus, you're part of our family now!” Denki adds with a sweet smile. He rubs his fingers over her eyebrows one last time and plops down next to her, sitting cross-legged. “I can’t believe it took you so long!”

“That's Katsuki’s fault!” Mina says with a laugh, her thumbs pressing into the hard knots in Ochako’s shoulders and eliciting a moan from her. “He’s the dumbass that tried to pretend he wasn’t head-over-heels for Chako Cheeks and my sweet Eijirou!”

Denki bursts into a fit of giggles. “And he used to call me Dunce Face! Who’s really the dunce, huh?!”

Hanta moves down to Ochako’s feet and picks a color from the array of choices Mina has brought out. He painted her fingernails black with orange stripes and opts to paint her toenails red. Red Riot red, of course. Ochako would have never guessed Hanta has a knack for nail designs, but she can't wait to see the gears he’s going to paint on her toes. She loved having Eijirou’s and Katsuki’s costume colors painted; it makes her feel closer to them.

“He’s stupid,” Hanta huffs as he opens the red polish, “But yeah, we don’t want you feeling like you don’t have anyone, Ochako. You’re not alone, so get that through your head.”

“Yeah, girlfriend!” Mina exclaims, leaning down to wrap Ochako in a tight hug. “You’re stuck with us. Well, we’ve been together since the beginning, so Hanta and Denki have to take a backseat to me!”

“Hey!” Denki whines, flopping over to lay his head in Ochako’s lap. “I’m the one willing to go on mochi runs any time of the day, so I think I’m the best!”

“Both of you are forgetting that I’m the one making sure she actually stays alive,” Hanta interrupts. “You know, eating something other than mochi, bathing, drinking water; the things she forgets to do because she’s too focused on missing those dudes?”

“Hey!” Ochako exclaims while Mina and Denki chuckle. “I don’t forget! Okay… maybe I do sometimes.”

Ochako is so grateful to have an amazing group of friends who care for her well-being until Eijirou and Katsuki return. They greet them at Eijirou, Ochako, and Katsuki's apartment with dinner and drinks ready.

“She’s still in one piece, boys!” Mina teases while hooking an arm around Eijirou’s waist.

“She better be!” Katsuki snarls, pulling Ochako into a tight hug. She giggles as he nuzzles her cheek before giving it a playful bite. “You miss us that much, huh, Angel Face?”

“Yes,” she admits, reaching for Eijirou, who gives Mina a kiss on the cheek before joining his partners. “I… I don’t know. I just don’t do so good when you guys are gone. I missed you both a lot.”

“We missed you, too, babe!” Eijirou says, grasping her chin to catch her in a soft kiss. “Katsuki’s such a jerk when he misses you.”

“Oi, you’re the jerk, Shitty Hair!” Katsuki snaps but doesn’t bristle when Eijirou wraps them both in a tight hug. "You slammed me through a concrete wall because I said I was gonna have her first when we got back!”

Eijirou gives a boyish grin that never fails to make her heart melt. “We were sparring that's all! Maybe, I got worked up. Sorry, Katsuki! I just get a little passionate about our sweet Ochako here.”

Ochako glances over at their friends, who all wear knowing smiles from watching her encounter with Katsuki and Eijirou. She couldn’t ask for better people to have in her life, friends and lovers alike.

💞

[theroadtofairyland]

My dear,

I’ve been following you and you art for a while and I can see how much you struggle on the daily to make ends meet and to simply survive, because life 100% sucks and it has no mercy for the soft hearted. But remember that even if your heart is soft, you’re the strongest one the world could ever witness.

Please take care of yourself as much as you can even if you are overwhelmed by a million things and difficulties, please make sure to eat well, drink enough water, get as much sleep as you can. If I wasn’t struggling financially myself I would buy all of your art pieces to support you.

I genuinely love what you paint and draw and as soon as I can afford it, I’ll buy all the pieces that caught my eye. I hope until then you’ll be able to find some stability in order to live better, not survive. You deserve only beautiful things and peace. 🩷🩷🩷 If you need someone to talk to, don’t hesitate !

With big love and support from afar,

Mina

Thank you. I just don't seem to be able to carve out any semblance of calm for myself at the moment. I'm really worn down and out.

[justashthewriter]

Friends?

Pairing: Bakusquad, Bakugou Katsuki x Reader (GN)

Genre: imagine + headcanons, comfort, fluff, just Bakusquad being cute and friendly

Warning: swearing,feeling overwhelmed, not having friends as a kid (don’t read if this can trigger you)

Summary: After not having any friends, being in a group can be overwhelming.

Notes: I was feeling a bit down so this is for everyone who needs some comfort from our angry Pompom. Don’t forget to drink water and eat something! <3

Words: 720

You were sitting on Sero’s bed with Ashido, Jirou and Kaminari. Bakugou was on the floor with Kirishima and Sero was sitting on his chair. They were planning to go to the arcade after school. All this was new for you.

“And what about you, (Y/N)?” Mina asked, smiling at you.

“I don’t know.”

Denki jumped on your back, trying to sound dramatic: “C’mon! You have to come with us!”

“Sure, whatever,” you just shrugged, trying to sound calm.

Mina punched the air, laughing: “Finally!”

And so, now you had to go with them. Bakugou watched you closely, noticing how your smile faded.

-

“Sorry guys, I’m not feeling well. It’s probably because of the weather.”

As much as you hated lying to them, you weren’t in the mood to do anything today. Your head pounded, heart aching at their sad faces. Normally, you wouldn’t have to deal with this. Through your middle school, no one noticed you. No one talked to you or tried to be friends. And now you were lost, not knowing how to act.

“Hope you’ll get better!” said Kirishima before closing the door.

You sat on your bed, feeling even worse. They were trying to be nice, and you had to mess it up. Tears made their way down your cheeks as you tried to calm yourself. You’ll go next time, right?

Your thoughts were interrupted by knocking: “Oi, open the door, stupid.”

“Come in!” it you tried to brush the tears away and smile.

“You can lie to them, but not to me,” it was Bakugou, “what’s wrong?”

You tried lying again, telling him you were just feeling a bit down, but it didn’t work. Not with him. His eyes were burning holes through you, trying to make you say the truth.

“Fine,” you exhaled, “you got me.”

He got closer, just in case you needed a hug.

“I never had friends,” he almost couldn’t hear it, “and all this is so overwhelming, you know? I have no idea how to act around all of you.”

Bakugou wrapped his arm around you, bringing you closer.

“You don’t have to act,” he said with a low voice, “just be yourself, dumbass.”

You nodded, trying to stop the tears. Both of you stayed like this for a while, his hands massaging you back. When you calmed down, Katsuki took your hand and brought you with him to his room.

“Now, when they get back, we’re having a movie night. Pick whatever you want,” he rolled his eyes, taking some blankets and throwing them on the ground.

“And why aren’t you with them?” you asked shyly.

“Why would I be with them?”

He just didn’t want to say he saw how broken you looked and didn’t want to leave you alone.

-

“(Y/N)! Bakugou texted us and we brought food!” Mina yelled when she opened the door.

“Shut your mouth, you little!” feeling embarrassed, Bakugou threw a pillow her way.

You couldn’t stop laughing as the two fight and Kirishima was trying to calm Bakugou.

“Sooo, are you gonna stay?” Kaminari sat next to you, looking at you with puppy eyes.

“Yeah.”

Headcanons:

Eventually, with Bakugou’s help, you told them about your past and from now on they were doing their best to help you.

Kirishima would talk to you at school and bring you with him to their, now your, table. He wants you to feel like a part of the group.

If you like more girly things, Mina is your person. She would do your makeup, let you borrow some clothes and even help you buy some.

If you like more boyish things, then you can either ask Kaminari, or Sero. You can always take their hoodies or shirts. If you feel like wearing a choker or painting your nails, just ask Denki.

Kaminari would say dumb jokes to make you laugh. He would give you stupid and cute nicknames, some inspired by your quirk, some are random.

Bakugou would hug you in private. If you’re together, he’ll let you cuddle him and would give you kisses. He’ll help you get to yours, or his, room when you’re feeling overwhelmed.

Jirou would teach you how to play on guitar or show you her new songs. You’re the first who sees them. She’ll also let you wear her clothes.

Ash, 14.6.2022

[tendertenebrosity]

Part 10 of the Hostage series. Masterpost is here.  Tagging: @redwingedwhump, @whump-cravings, @burtlederp, @quirkykayleetam, @annablogsposts, @redstainedsocks

Rill opened his eyes and blinked up at the wooden ceiling.

He felt... empty. Strange. Light. For a while he was content just to lie there and be present, cataloging the various pieces of his body and their status.

His head ached, but it felt clearer than it had in a long time. He was a little overwarm, but it felt normal, not the sweltering heat or paradoxical chill of the day before. Arms, fine. Legs, aching. Chest, sore, a tickle in his throat that would probably turn into a cough if he let it. Face, stiff and sore but better than it had been on the boat. His eyes felt crusted and dry, and his mouth was dry and tasted awful. He was hungry, for the first time in... a while.

He could hear voices, outside the room; conversations too far away to make out any of the words, just cheerful sing-song murmuring at the edge of his attention.

The room was small and narrow, with a shuttered window and plain, sturdy furniture. Sunlight crept in around the edges of the shutter, but otherwise the room was fairly dim. On the table beside the bed was a ceramic jug and a cup, which reminded Rill abruptly that he was thirsty.

He decided to attempt the bold maneuver of sitting up to see if there was any water in the jug.

Ow. Predictably, his body had been more or less content to lie still under blankets, but actually moving was a different question entirely.

In the middle of his second attempt, the door swung open. A woman came 1through - older than Rill, with a honey-blond plait and her blouse and overdress embroidered with flowers. She was carrying a tray with a bowl, and looked surprised.

Rill froze, feeling strangely guilty to be caught in the middle of trying to sit up.

"Ah, you're awake," she said, her Castar crisp. "For good this time, I expect."

"Hello," Rill said cautiously. His voice rasped with disuse. "I'm...  Rill." He made the split-second decision to tell Mina no more of his name than what he’d already told Jak. That felt… safer. Being Emerill Lockhart was not safe here.

She cocked her head to one side, and gave half a smile. "I know. I'm Mina; I'm Haven's healer. You've been here for a few days."

Rill remembered then, hazily, that there had been hands on him, the last few days; firm but gentle hands helping him to sit up, to drink, to move around. He thought he remembered saying 'thank you' at the time.

"Oh," he said, feeling a blush paint his face. "Yes. Thank you. You've... been very kind... "

She put the tray down on the table and, in a business-like fashion, look hold of Rill's shoulders and eased him up to sit with his back against the wall.

"Thank you," he said again - and dissolved helplessly into coughing.

The Islander healer held him steady with one hand and offered him a handkerchief; once he was done with the paroxysm of coughing, she examined the horrible material that had come out of Rill’s lungs with a critical eye.

“Huh,” was all she said. Rill noticed, as she folded it up, that the handkerchief was East Lindrian fabric, the distinctive pale green dye he’d only ever seen come from there. Surprisingly fine in contrast to the furniture and Mina’s clothing.

Pirates, he reminded himself. He wondered where that handkerchief had been supposed to go.

Mina listened to his lungs with an ear on his chest, which was deeply uncomfortable. Mina had to prompt him irritably to breathe normally instead of holding his breath.

Apparently satisfied with whatever she had heard, she allowed him to have the bowl she had brought in, which turned out to be full of thin porridge.

“So,” she said, watching him, hand on hips. “Who or what is Tali?”

Rill flinched and almost dropped the spoon, causing it to chatter loudly against the bowl. “How did… what… ”

“Whoa, settle down,” Mina said, rescuing the porridge. “You talked a lot, is all. In your sleep.”

Rill took a deep breath, sudden panic fluttering in his chest. Talking in his fever, why hadn’t he realised that would be a problem? Days and days on the Imperial ship, trying to say nothing, trying to suppress even the tiniest responses, and then he just - talked in his sleep? What kind of things might he have given away?

“Look, I didn’t understand what you said,” Mina said, watching him with a frown between her eyebrows. “That’s why I asked. Whatever it was seemed to upset you.”

“No, I - it’s fine,” he said, trying to calm his heartbeat. Nobody here was listening out for secrets, nobody here knew he had any knowledge worth listening for.

“Sorry. Sorry, you just - startled me.”

“All right,” she said, grudgingly giving him the porridge back. “Finish that, and if you can keep it down I’ll bring you something more substantial later.”

“Thank you,” Rill whispered. “Look, how - do you know what’s going to happen, with me? I know I’m not - ”

She shrugged. “Wouldn’t have a clue. That’s Tallow’s business.”

“Tallow?”

“Our headman.” She started to gather up the tray and the other things from his bedside. “He’s Jak’s uncle. Did you know that?”

“No?”

She gave him an appraising look, as if she thought he might be lying. “Lucky you, then. If it hadn’t been Jak that brought you here I expect you’d be in the bottom of the bay right about now.” With that comforting statement, she took the tray and went to the door. “I’ll let him know you’re awake. He’ll want to talk to you.”

After the door had closed behind her, there was the small but very definitive click of a key turning in a lock.

-

Rill thought that another day passed; he slept through much of it, but the light around the shutters and the noises from the house ebbed and flowed. It was, he decided, definitely a house or maybe a place of business. Not a prison or anything military - the noises that drifted up through the floorboards and through the door were too normal, too casual.

In the afternoon, a man dressed in the same sort of clothing as Jak came and unlocked the door, and told Rill to come with him. Rill could stand and walk on his own by that point; he flinched away as the pirate put a hand on his shoulder, but it was only to hurry him out of way of the closing door.

The pirate pointed him down a corridor, then a set of open stairs into a wide, well-lit area. Rill didn’t catch much of the inside of the building; halfway down the stairs he lost his breath, and the pirate pushed him to keep going before he could catch it again, and then he was just stumbling forward with a hand on the wall.

“Here he is,” the pirate said, pushing him into another small room.

“Sure,” the man inside it said, turning around. “Off you go, Hobb.”

The room was windowless and cool, and stacked on three of the walls with packing crates and shelving. At the far side of the room was a makeshift desk made of a few planks laid over a pair of crates; pens, ink and paperwork littered it.

The man inside was so like Jak that Rill immediately knew it must be Tallow. He was much taller than Rill, broad-shouldered and running a little to fat. Slightly better dressed and groomed. Blond hair that greyed at the temples and the sides of his chin and, slightly incongruously, a pair of metal-rimmed spectacles perched on his craggy nose.

He slapped his hand a few times absently with the bundle of papers he was holding. “So,” he said. “You pulled through after all.”

Rill, light-headed and shaky from the short journey down the stairs, tried to breath deeply without coughing. He tried to marshal his thoughts. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I, um… my Castar is… pretty shaky.”

Tallow made a faintly contemptuous huff. “So it is,” he said, in heavily accented but perfectly clear Continental. . “Absolutely dreadful. Luckily for you, my Continental is pretty top-notch, eh?”

“It is,” Rill agreed, surprised and relieved to be able to change languages. “Thank you. That’s much easier.”

“I admit, when Jak dropped you on the beach looking like a three-quarters-drowned rat, I had my doubts you’d make it,” Tallow said. He gave Rill an up-and-down look, his eyes narrowed with suspicion or assessment. “Do you know where you are?”

What does he see when he looks at me? The three-quarter-drowned rat probably wasn’t too far off the mark. Rill took a deep breath, made himself stand up straight and let go of the wall. He tried to smooth his face, lock away his fear deep inside his chest.

“I do,” he said. “A pirate stronghold, somewhere in the Sanctuary Isles, in the Emerald Sea. Jak called this place Haven. If… if you are Headman Tallow -”

“I am.”

“- I understand that I have you to thank for the decision to allow me to come here and be treated.” Rill managed to hold it together enough to give a shallow bow. “I am in all of your debt.”

Tallow’s eyebrows lifted. “Yes. You are. Admittedly, it was a little difficult to say no when Jak and Glorious had already hauled you all the way out here.” He tossed his papers down on the desk, turned back to rest his hip on it with folded arms. The gaze he turned on Rill now was thoughtful. “You should know, we rarely have guests here. Not even prettily spoken young noble whelps - which you obviously are. It’s not for the eyes of mainlanders.”

“I understand,” Rill said. “I won’t -”

“If I thought,” Tallow interrupted, “That you were able to guide anybody back here, you would be be dead. Lucky for you, all you’ve seen is the hold of Glorious and the four walls of my sickroom.” He pushed his glasses up off his face and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “And lucky for you that you seem to come from money. Regardless of what you’re wearing. How did you even end up in prison?”

Rill hesitated. “I…”

“Look, never mind. It doesn’t really matter.” Tallow resettled his glasses, stood up and walked around to the other side of the makeshift desk. “This makes things a lot easier for me, I have to say. Since your family has money, they’ll pay us for your safe return. I’m not happy about keeping hostages here at Haven, but I can let it slide this once.”

Rill’s heart sank into his stomach. Hostage. Of course.  

Tallow found a pen, flattened a piece of paper, and looked up at Rill. “All right, who are you?” he said bluntly, pen poised. “We’ve got a late ship going to Kelston Port this week, I’ll send a message with it.”

Rill had been thinking about this moment, off and on in patches of wakefulness, all day.

I could go home. It could be that simple; he’d tell Tallow his name and title, the court would get a message, and he could be on a ship back to Saverain in a short couple of weeks. He’d probably get treated better this time around; the pirates, for all their talk of Rill being here on sufferance, didn’t hate Rill with the cruelty of the Imperial army. Besides which, he’d be valuable merchandise. I could see Tali again. I could be safe. This could all be over.

I could make them go through all of this all over again.

“What makes you think I’m any use to you?” he said - or tried to say; his first few words stuck in his throat and he was forced to cough, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, taking a step backwards and leaning on the nearest wall for support.

Tallow watched him impassively until the coughing stopped.

“What makes you think you’ll get any money for me?” he rasped once it was over.

Tallow snorted. “I’m sorry, was your gentle rearing supposed to be some kind of secret? You shouldn’t have godsdamned bowed, if so. You might or might not be nobility, I don’t really care, but you’re upper class for sure.”

“I…” Rill shook his head to clear it. “No.”

Tallow’s brows drew together in a frown. “No, what?”

Rill closed his eyes. Somehow, it was easier to speak the words if he couldn’t see anything while he did it. “I was where I was - in the condition that I was - because officers of the Imperial Army had already asked my family to pay a ransom for me. And they said no.” Rill didn’t even have to lie; all of this was true. “They don’t want me back. Not enough to pay for me, anyway.”

It twisted in his chest like a knife, like a needle pinning a specimen to a board - but it was true. He could explain away all of the extenuating circumstances to himself, in his head - no man is worth a country, I didn’t want them to pay the ransom, there was nothing different they could have done. But none of that could be offered to Tallow and yet Rill wasn’t lying, it was still true.

“So, you see,” he said, “I’m - not actually valuable to you. I’m not valuable to anybody.”

Tallow sighed heavily. “Not necessarily,” he said with something resembling brusque sympathy. “Tough breaks with your family. But, the Imperials obviously misjudged and asked for too much. Our price will be more modest. How much did they want?”

Rill opened his eyes and blinked rapidly, tried to focus his blurry vision again.

“I…”

Tallow took his glasses off and began to clean them on a fold of his shirt. “Out with it, lad, I’m not going to dance around the subject to spare your tender feelings. There’s nothing new about placing a price in gold on a man’s life.”

He was probably right. The pirates would not be asking for concessions in land, or a treaty, or anything really that would impact the independence war. All they would want was money. Tali and the Council would be able to come up with whatever it was - funds were a bit tight, with the loss of the southern trade routes last year, but not so much they couldn’t pay enough money to satisfy a rag-tag group of pirates on a tiny group of islands, surely.

But then again. Who knew how much money they would think to ask for, once they knew they had a prince?

Another, darker thought was lurking, too. How much more money might the Empire offer, if the pirates thought to ask? Could Rill risk that?

“No,” he said, before he could change his mind. “I’m not going to tell you who I am. I don’t want you to ask for a ransom for me.”

Tallow stared at him for a second. “I’m afraid,” he said slowly. “You’ve misunderstood. ‘No’ is not an option available to you here.”

“I - I think it is,” Rill said, trying to make his voice firm. He felt light-headed, again, faint. “You don’t know who I am. You don’t even know where I’m from. You can’t send a ransom note if you don’t know where you’re sending it.” Tallow pushed himself up from the table with one big, thickfingered hand. He rounded the desk.

“Perhaps,” he said, his voice a low growl, “I haven’t been clear enough about what the alternatives to being ransomed are. I thought I was pretty obvious, but sometimes it takes a lot to get a concept into thick Continental moneybag skulls.”

He loomed, suddenly seeming to fill the small storeroom. Another step forward, blocking out the light from the candle. He reached for Rill with an open hand.

Rill could feel the blood drain from his face. The world seemed to shrink and darken around him. Oh, God. Again. Here it comes. He’d been stupid enough to think this part was over.  

He flinched back - there was a wooden wall and a shelf behind him, bruising his shoulder. His hand lifted up in a pointless effort to shield his stomach or his face, he wasn’t sure which. Tallow’s hand landed on his chest, and his knees buckled.

“Please,” he gasped, stupidly. He couldn’t breathe - his lungs would not fill. He struggled to pull in air against the weight of the hand against his chest.

Tallow paused for a moment, as Rill gasped. Then he took Rill by both shoulders, moved him forcibly a few steps to the side, and pushed him down.

Rill’s knees gave the rest of the way, and dropped him to sit on the crate. The hands left him.

“Now,” Tallow said, still looming and blotting out the light but no longer touching him. Spots swam in Rill’s vision. “Gods, man, take a breath before you turn blue.”

Rill huddled on the crate, pulling in shallow, difficult breaths. He was appalled at himself - Tallow had scarcely touched him. How little it took now, apparently, to reduce Rill to begging.

When Rill’s vision cleared enough for him to look up, the pirate headman was watching him with arms folded across his broad chest, his face scowling.

“Look,” he said. “This is the situation you are in right now. I don’t want to slit your throat and feed you to the sharks, cause that’d be a waste of Mina’s effort and Jak will lose his shit. But you are going to have to work with me here in order to avoid that happening. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Rill whispered. “I do, I do understand.” He tried to straighten and firm his shoulders, swiped a hand across his face and found it cold with sweat. “You’ve… you’ve treated me better so far than I had any right to expect. I’m grateful. But I won’t be used as a weapon against my - my family - anymore, even if they would pay for me, which they probably won’t.” He drew in a deep, rattling breath. “If that means you kill me, I’d just ask that you make it quick. It’s still better than what was waiting for me with the Imperial army, so - so you’ll still have my thanks.”

“Oh, gods,” Tallow muttered under his breath, sounding disgusted. He took a step back - finally - wheeled back to face his desk and his paperwork. He mumbled to himself in Castar that Rill barely caught, but sounded like it might have been about ‘the things I have to deal with’.

Rill took advantage of his absence to take another deep breath, and to cough harshly into the back of his hand again when that proved unwise. He leaned some of his weight against the wall, the wood hard and solid against his temple.

“All right,” Tallow said eventually, leaning back against his desk again. “Jak tells me you’ve had some pretty rough treatment, and Mina agreed.” Rill lifted his head, exhausted. “Yes?”

"So, your head is all fucked up, and you think you don't care about living." Tallow took the paper folds and the pen and started scrawling something on it. "I can’t be bothered hand-holding you out of your self-pity, but I think, once you've had some time to un-fuck your head, you'll feel differently. And you'll be glad if I don't hold you to any drastic decisions you make right now."

“That’s… possible,” Rill said slowly. “But I don’t think I’m going to change what I -”

Tallow spoke over him. “That’s enough. You look half-dead. Hobb’ll take you back. HOBB!” He busied himself scrawling on the paper, holding it in one hand and occasionally glancing up at Rill with narrowed, assessing eyes.

“Your Castar is dreadful,” he said absently, back to his own language. “But it’s interesting you have any at all. Where’d you learn it?”

Rill shrugged, answering in the same. “For trade reasons. I like languages. My tutor Allain - ” He cut himself off. “You’re fishing for information.”

“Yup. I’m guessing you’re Southern Provinces, maybe Saverain - the accent fits, and there aren’t that many places adjoining the Emerald Sea with an active resistance going on against the Empire.” He finished whatever he was writing, setting it aside. “And not that many rich families that have trade with the Castarian states, I’m guessing. And one of them is missing a son or a cousin.”

The door opened; the pirate from before poked a head around the door frame.

“Of course, if you feel like sparing my informant the work, feel free to let me know. Hobb, take him back to Mina, would you?”

[seoulessrp]

WEEK TWO OF THE ELEVATOR SHUFFLE:

For more information, please refer to this page. All shuffles were picked via a website generator. 

Seojoon, I.M

Jackson, Shownu

Joohoney, JayB

Dahyun, RM

Sana, J-Hope

Mingyu, Mina

SinB, V

Lisa, Suga

Nayeon, Eunwoo

Minhyuk, Jungkook

Hwasa, San

Irene, Seonghwa

Yugyeom, Mingi

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SEOJOON & I.M.

Decide to ride one of the Han River Cruises. With much on your mind, you believe that a day at the river will hopefully do the trick. Tag along last minute before the ship sets off. You order your first round of drinks, and you're just about to enjoy the scenery when the ship begins to have technical problems. Now you're stuck onboard, and waiting for help to arrive. It's all going downhill when you slip on some water on the ship and bump into something or someone. Talk about bad luck! Possible outcomes: You go on a rant after you get injured. Complain to the captain and demand a refund. Argue with each other because you believe that the other is being rude.

JACKSON & SHOWNU

Ready to talk about past relationships? Because that's in store for both of you. After spending the afternoon doing some shopping, you notice couples in every direction. At first, you laugh it off that you're two single men amongst a bunch of couples, but it seems to be never-ending that you find yourself reminiscing over some relationships that ended. Some bring good memories or others may damper your mood. Possible outcomes: Unlock a memory that you forgot you had when one decides to begin to ask questions about past love connections. This could then sway the conversation into painting a future that could have been. Are you upset that the relationship didn't last? Are you happy about your current love life?

JOOHONEY & JAYB

Located on the northern side of Korea, Seoraksan National Park is known to be the country’s third highest peak, and you're going to climb it. Pack a lunch and plenty of drinks! The hike takes most of the morning, but the view is worth it once you've arrived to the top. Check out the Buddhist temples when you're up there, and even take a cable car back down to save you on time and energy. Still, it's worth it to see the wildlife, nature, and views! Possible outcomes: Pick a spot to sit and enjoy your lunch. Once the lunch is finished, one is ready to leave while the other begs to stay a little longer. You realize that being up that high and staring at the scenery that a lot has been on your mind, and you want to clear it.

DAHYUN & RM

Hit up Gangnam together. You have dinner with one of your friends. All is going well when you hear a bunch of men over at the bar that are being extremely loud. At first, you don't pay them any attention until one of them begins to throw items to you and your friend. You're mostly shocked more than anything else when your pal decides to head over to talk to the guys. Possible outcomes: The discussion escalates, and now people are starting to look and the staff is threatening to call the police. Now you have to try to convince the other to leave or calm down. It doesn't help any when the guys keep saying hurtful things.

SANA & J-HOPE

You know what's fun? Escape rooms. Usually, you can do them in groups, but you find a location that accepts a party of two. You're two smart individuals that you could surely make it out on time. Except, none of the clues make sense to you, and your partner is equally confused as you are. At one point during the game; you decide to quit. Your partner has to now convince you to try again. Possible outcomes: The game was complicated because you're playing the hardest level they have. The game quickly changes into a creepy one that now you want to get out of the room. There are actors during the game who are trying to scare you but you already want to quit. Your partner gets angry that you're now upset and argues with the staff.

MINGYU & MINA

Bond over the love for your fans while you're enjoying your coffee or tea drinking. It's turning out to be a good day when you hear a child's cry. It draws your attention, and now you're in search of where the noise is coming from when you notice a child crying because they're lost and can't find their mom. Possible outcomes: You can't find the kid's parent after searching on what it seems like ages. Your staff convinces you that they'll take the child and have you two leave since now it's drawing attention from the crowd and people are beginning to take pictures. Argue with your staff that you won't leave the kid or bicker with each other on what you should do.

SINB & V

Indulge on some street food in Hongdae with a group of friends. It's a bunch of eating and having a good time with your mutual buddies. The night is getting late, and a bunch of you decide to go home. You're waiting for your driver to arrive when someone pulls in their car. They ask if you want a ride instead of waiting around for the driver. You agree and take the offer. There's a bunch of traffic that your ten minute drive now takes up to an hour or two. There aren't many exits you can take, and now you're stuck in the car until the road clears up ahead. Possible outcomes: You decide to make chit chat about the weather, then plans you have, all until one brings up problems that they're having. Suddenly the mood shifts from you having fun to now having to give the other advice.

LISA & SUGA

It's not often when you two hang out, but you remember that you were close at one point. After one invites the other for supper; the conversation gets a little awkward in the beginning. They're unsure if maybe their friendship was a thing in the past or wonder if the other changed with fame. It's really upsetting, and you want to cut the evening short. Possible outcomes: One brings up the past which opens a can of worms. They discuss that they're now different people, and maybe it's time to accept that their friendship will never be what it was. One cries over the fact, and they have a deep conversation about how they can change it.

NAYEON & EUNWOO

Are you up for a creepy trip? Well, you are now when one suggests to visit Yongma Land which is an abandoned theme park. You decide to go during a weekday when people are busy with work that the location isn't too packed. There is a tour that you booked with others, but the guide allows you to explore for a few minutes. One of you decide to go off the course while the other decides to follow you in case you get lost. Possible outcomes: You get lost during your exploring session. Go really off course to the point when you can't find your group nor the guide. Get into a panic and try to calm each other down until you reunite with the group or find your way out.

MINHYUK & JUNGKOOK

Just one peek at the DMZ is how the evening goes when these two hang out. It sounded like a good idea at first, but it strikes some nerves when they get closer to the area. One pulls the other away saying that they could get in trouble. It gets awkward between the two since it turns into a lecture when they were only supposed to hang out. Possible outcomes: Soldiers spot them on their way back, and scold them. This turns the friends into complete silence until they get back to the visiting center and have to part ways since one is serving. Have them make up before they leave or have one storm off for turning the evening sour.

HWASA & SAN

Cut the lines at Lotte World! Get the best deal at the amusement park, and have the afternoon filled with a bunch of screams and unwinding after having a busy schedule. Everything is going well until your fifth ride when your phone begins to ring. It's your company, and they want you to come earlier the next day. It puts a damper on your evening, but your friend tries to convince you to stay longer and try not to focus on work when you're having fun. Possible outcomes: You have an argument shortly before you get into the line for the following ride. You try to convince the other that work isn't everything, and that they have to learn to have fun.

IRENE & SEONGHWA

A night of drinking turns south. Happy Hour was a good idea until the drinks began to came out. Turns out that one gets really loud and draws attention when they get drunk. It wasn't in your plans to have to babysit the other now that your friend is out of control. The problem is that your buddy doesn't want to stop drinking and having fun. They call you boring and say other things that leave you wondering if they mean it or if it's the alcohol talking. Possible outcomes: Some more bickering occurs until you've had enough and call a driver to pick up your friend. It's better that someone else deals with them instead of putting up with their attitude.

YUGYEOM & MINGI

A night out doesn't go the way you intended. Hitting the club was the only thing on the list, but it seems like everything goes wrong once you arrive. Dispatch is waiting at the door after they received word that there would be idols at the location. There's hesitation for both of you once you debate whether or not you should go in or head back home to avoid the loads of questions and pictures that are bound to come from Dispatch. After much discussion, you decide to get off and still have fun. Possible outcomes: Dispatch worked seemed to double by the time you reach the door that you decide that leaving is the best option. However, the driver already took off, abandoning you two with handling Dispatch all on your own. Have each other's back or still wiggle through the club to save yourself.

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RAINBERRY (6)

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summary: you share a series of moments with jungkook, come to several realizations about sora. things shift...for the better or for worse? pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, kinda toxic friendship, suggestive content (hooking up)

word count: 7305... yeah idk what happened lmao

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“You come here often?” A voice behind you murmurs in your ear. You nearly jump, but you already know who it is.

Jungkook. Ever since he had texted you letting you know that he was on his way, you’d been eagerly looking for him in the crowded, dim lights of the bar.

“No,” You say, unable to stop a giggle from pushing past your lips.

“Lucky for me then, huh?” Jungkook grins, his smile a little dark and a little seductive. It sends a thrill up your spine.

“It is,” You nod, “Really lucky for you. And for me-”

You internally cringe at yourself. Did you learn to flirt only yesterday? Jungkook quirks an eyebrow at you in amusement before letting his hand rest on your lower back.

“C’mon, pretty, I’ll get you a drink,” Jungkook says, “Maybe then you’ll pick up a trick or two on the subject of flirting.”

You gasp and swat his chest, “Don’t be so rude.”

Jungkook stands in between your legs at the bar, one hand on your thigh and one hand gripping his drink. You’re laughing at something he said in your ear, something funny that happened at the tattoo parlor earlier in the day-

“Mina and Mei pretended to be the other to see how long it would take for Jin to notice, since he can never tell them apart-”

“You’re all terrible, and poor Jin, you always instigate with him!”

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Jungkook nearly pouts at you.

“Oh? Why’s that? Maybe I like Jin more than I like you,” You reply, leaning closer to him.

“But you still like me, right?” Jungkook says, discreetly weaving his fingers through yours. Nobody’s paying attention to either of you, but even if someone was, you wouldn’t mind.

Or so you thought nobody was paying attention to either of you.

“Mmm… maybe a little bit,” You grin, tilting your head to the side, “Tell me how cool and pretty you think I am, and then I’ll decide.”

Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back. His bright, bunny smile makes you smile. “You already know how cool and pretty I think you are, baby.”

“You could stand to mention it a little more.”

“And what about me?” Jungkook says, leaning forward, “You never compliment me, baby…”

“That’s- that’s not true,” You whisper. He’s close enough that you can see the stars in his eyes, the ridges on his plump, pouty bottom lip, the mole below his lip.

“But I guess you don’t need to, not really,” Jungkook says airily, “Not when I can tell that you think about me. Because my girl’s dirty, huh?”

You squeeze his lithe fingers tightly and he smiles at you, sin painted in the curves of his wicked grin.

“Uh-” You stammer, your face feeling hot, “You’re really cute?”

He throws his head back once more and you grin bashfully at him. “And I like spending time with you,” You say softly, looking up at him as if you want him to hang the moon for you.

Jungkook curses under his breath. Because he would, he really would.

“How lucky for me,” Jungkook says, patting your head fondly.

“Shut up,” You roll your eyes.

Before the night ends (and you endure the teasing of Mina and Mei), you manage to convince Jungkook into taking pictures with you. Mina is all too happy to take them. You don’t know how many candids she takes of you both- you get lost in his voice and the glint in his eyes.

And then he abruptly kisses your cheek, and your breath hitches with the feel of his lips against your skin leaving your heart sputtering helplessly in your chest.

Mei and Mina are both cooing in the background at their favorite couple who isn’t quite a couple just yet. Jungkook glares at both of them, only causing them both to laugh.

And then the moment is ruined by none other than Sora herself. Jungkook sighs, already knowing that you’re going to be pulled away from him. He doesn’t know why she’s even here when nobody here likes or knows her except for you. But you’re too nice to leave her out of things (mainly because you don’t want her to get upset at you for it). So Jungkook says nothing, only narrowing his eyes at her when she comes close.

She eyes his arm around your waist and how close you’re standing to him suspiciously.

“I don’t feel so good,” Sora groans, clutching her stomach. How dramatic, Jungkook scoffs. As if she’s never handled alcohol before. Jungkook looks for the blurriness that comes with alcohol in her eyes and is unsurprised to find nothing.

But perhaps his dislike for her is outweighing reality.

“Door’s right there,” Jungkook says bluntly, “And the bathroom's over there. Knock yourself out.”

He tightens his hand over your waist, ignoring your gentle swat of your hand against his chest.

“Can we go home?” Sora pouts at you, but not before sending Jungkook a glare. Jungkook already knows you’re nodding- it seems that Sora always gets what she wants.

He knows she’s faking it, and you’re too nice to see through her bullshit.

Well, Jungkook gets what he wants, too.

“I can take you both home?” Jungkook says, though the thought of being within five feet of her sends him recoiling.

“No! We can get home ourselves,” Sora nearly hisses.

“What about when she drops you off at your apartment? You gonna let her walk home alone?” Jungkook scoffs.

“She doesn’t live that far, and she can take care of herself. Or she can sleepover,” Sora answers heatedly, as if you’re not right there.

“She is right here. And I’m not sleeping over, I have an early morning tomorrow,” You say easily, feeling annoyance beginning to stir in your belly. It’s a lie, but Sora doesn’t need to know that. “Go wait at the door, Sora. I’ll be there in a minute.”

And for once, Sora listens to you.

“Jungkook,” You murmur with heated cheeks, “Maybe I can see you later tonight?”

Jungkook laughs in surprise. His girl isn’t just flirty and touchy, you’re a liar. And you’re a liar for him.

“Sure baby, whatever you want. Just please text me when you get home. Or call me and I’ll come pick you up,” Jungkook says, returning your tipsy smile. He wants to glare in Sora’s direction but refrains from doing so.

He can hear both Mira and Mei both giggling into their hands a few feet away, but you don’t seem to hear it. You don’t seem to hear anything but him.

“Okay,” You beam at him, “I’ll call you.”

By the time you get Sora in the safe hands of her roommates and tucked into bed with a glass of water, it’s nearly 1:30 AM.

“Promise me somethin’,” She says, her eyes half awake. But you can tell she’s alert and aware.

“Hmm?” You say distractedly, about to text Jungkook telling him you’re going home soon.

“You need to stay away from Jeon,” She mumbles, watching you like a hawk, “He’s not a good guy-”

“I think you’re tired, Sora,” You say, not meeting her gaze, “I’m pretty tired, too. So ‘m gonna go home. Sleep well.”

“I mean it, he’ll break your heart, you know. Don’t you trust me?”

“Sleep well,” You whisper easily, levelling her with an intense gaze. She feels herself being scrutinized as if she’s under a microscope, but the heat dissipates quickly as you turn on your heel.

Lying to her comes so easily, even with your heart pounding painfully in your ears. But you know that’s not Jungkook’s influence on you, as she might claim. Jungkook has never been a liar- apparently that’s reserved only for you.

Jungkook is only a few blocks away from Sora’s apartment building so you remain on the phone with him, giggling quietly, as you meet him halfway. He covers more ground quicker than you so he catches up to you quickly.

“Hi,” You laugh wildly, not sure what you’re even laughing at. You’re giddy just from the sight of him and you shyly take his hand in yours. He looks at you in surprise but says nothing, only rubbing your thumb with his own.

“Hey, baby,” He says smoothly. You only beam at him in response to how he is apparently unaffected by you. It’s so easy for you to push Sora’s words from your mind, when Jungkook is standing right by your side looking at you like that.

“I live kind of far from here,” You confess, “It’s like a fifteen or twenty minute drive.”

Jungkook shakes his head at you, pulling his phone out for an Uber. “I hate that you Uber home alone so often from here,” Jungkook says, “Don’t do that anymore. You’ve heard the stories right?”

“Yeah, I have,” You shrug, “I don’t really know who else I can call all the way from here-”

“Me,” Jungkook says sharply, “Yoongi. Hobi. Jin. Mei. Mina. Any of us, baby. Fuckin’ Sora should drive you home.”

“She’s drunk, she can’t drive!”

“Not this time, just in general,” Jungkook mutters, “Some best friend, letting you ride alone in a damn Uber for twenty minutes without even checking up on you-”

“I don’t wanna talk about her anymore,” You mumble abruptly, “I want to go home, Jungkook. Will you take me home?”

And who is he to deny you?

In hindsight, maybe you should have slowed down. Maybe he should have slowed down. But the minute you enter the threshold of your home, your hands are warm and welcoming on his chest. You want him, you need him, you need him to hold you the way you know he wants to.

Your lips are sweet against his, trembling and burning all at once.

It’s been about an hour since you both ended up falling into your bed together, and most of that hour has been filled with you both locking lips. It had been you who had pressed your hands to his firm chest with determined eyes and a deep furrow in your brow before pressing your lips to his.

As quickly as it happened, it feels right. You’re sitting on his lap as if you belong, hips slowly rocking into his as your hands pull his hair out of the ponytail that it’s in. You sigh happily when you card through his hair, fingertips gentle over his scalp.

Jungkook loves the soft, pretty noises he pulls from you with each slip of his tongue into your mouth. You’re hungry, impatient, nothing of what his initial first impression of you was. You always want more, more, more and he wants to give, give, give.

He should’ve been more surprised than he really was when you had tugged his hand into your bedroom, pushed him to your bed and climbed into his lap. Your eyes are hooded, as you duck your head to meet his lips.

He tastes like honey and mint and something sweet. He smells like fresh laundry. You could lose yourself in him, you think, as you bite his lower lip generously.

“Baby,” Jungkook groans into your mouth, missing the warmth of your lips immediately, “Wait.”

But he moans again when you nip his bottom lip gently, coaxing your way into his mouth. It takes him a few seconds to pull away, your honeyed lips too tempting for him. You complain vocally, deciding to press your lips to his neck instead.

“Baby,” Jungkook says again, a little firmly with a tight grip on your hips.

“Honey,” You say in the same tone, your lips pulled into a pretty pout.

“Slow down,” Jungkook murmurs, gently placing you on the bed, your back against your freshly washed sheets. You hum and wrap an arm around his shoulders, eyelashes fluttering as you just watch him. Jungkook looks so good above you, lips perfectly pink and pillowy… You’re tempted to lick the column of his neck, all along the swirls of ink, but you don’t.

“It’s late,” You muse, twirling his hair within your fingers. He won’t admit that he feels like putty in your arms, hovering above you.

“Great observation,” Jungkook says dryly, “Anything else you wanna share with the class?”

“Will you stay over,” You murmur, looking up at him as he lays in between your legs and dots your cheeks in soft kisses.

“You want that, baby? Pretty baby wants me to stay over?” Jungkook nearly coos at you, and you swat his hand away at his teasing.

“Shut up,” You mumble, “Only because it’s like, 3 in the morning and it would be shitty for you to go all the way across the city alone.”

“Yeah, right, only because it's three AM. Not because you want to cuddle,” Jungkook snorts.

“You’re only good for cuddling, anyway,” You shoot back, “I have some of my dad’s sweats and shirts if you want to change. Get off me, you big oaf.”

“My girl’s mean, huh?

“Oh, who said anything about your girl,” You mutter, embracing the heat in your face.

Jungkook peels his leather jacket off, but he catches your curious eyes before you turn away and all but run into the bathroom to change and take your makeup off. He’s waiting in your bed as if he lives there, waiting for you to join him.

“Why do you look so nervous in your own bedroom,” Jungkook asks bluntly, chuckling at your soft noise of offense.

“It’s not everyday I have you in my bed,” You mumble, peeling the covers back to slide into bed next to him.

“You want it to be everyday?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, pretty boy,” You reply, pinching his waist. He yelps and grips your wrist loosely.

“You okay with this or what? I can sleep on the couch if you’re not,” Jungkook says, rubbing your wrist gently.

You hum, “I’m good. You good?”

“Got the prettiest girl right here. Of course I’m good,” Jungkook says, winking at you. You hide your face from him and swat his chest.

“Good night,” You mumble, “Go to sleep, stupid.”

“Who the fuck,” Jungkook grumbles into your hair, “The fuck is calling you this early, what the fuck-”

You groan, pushing your face into his chest as if that’ll push the jarring sound of your phone blaring out of your mind. Rubbing your eyes with an irritated sigh, you reach over to blindly feel for your phone on the nightstand but Jungkook reaches it first.

“Of course,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “She never misses a fucking beat does she? Even at 6:20 in the fucking morning...”

You catch a glimpse at the phone and see that it’s Sora calling you. You take the phone from his hands, letting him wrap himself around you with a pout. You run your hand over his back silently as you answer the phone.

“Hello?” You grumble raspily, voice filled with remnants of the morning.

“Hey, just checking that you were awake. You said you had an early morning today, right?” Sora's chipper voice booms into the receiver. You cringe. Has she always sounded like that?

“Yeah…” You reply, but you’re a little distracted by the way that Jungkook’s lips attach to the corner of your mouth. “Mmm…”

“You there? You falling asleep on me, or what?” Sora asks, “Always so distracted, you should seriously pay more attention-”

Jungkook hears her and glares at the phone. His eyes harden and he moves quickly, without warning you. He takes the phone from your hands swiftly as if it’s personally offended him.

“Leave us alone, Sora,” Jungkook says, steel and frustration clear in his voice, “It’s too early for this shit, go do something productive and leave us alone. ”

You watch him with gobsmacked eyes, knowing this won’t end well but unable to find it in yourself to care as much as you should.

At least not yet.

Sora’s flabbergasted screech pierces the previously quiet morning air through your phone and you wince. You knew she wouldn’t be happy, but you’ll deal with her later. When a sleepy, pouty Jungkook wasn’t in front of you already chasing your lips with his.

“Kook,” You sigh, turning your cheek to face him. He plants his lips on yours easily, pulling the words right off of your tongue and filling your mind with air.

“You embarrassed of me or something,” Jungkook teases.

“What? No,” You say sharply, eyes wide, “Why would you think that?”

“You lied to her last night and you lied to her just now. You don’t have an early morning,” Jungkook says, hands running over your cheek, “You only have me in your bed.”

“She keeps telling me I should stay away from you,” You confess, “I don’t know why she doesn’t like you, but I’ll talk to her about it later. I don’t want my best friend to not like you-”

“Is she? Your best friend?” Jungkook asks, cutting you off. Your eyes are round with confusion, head tilted to the side.

“Why wouldn’t she be?” You ask softly, “We’ve been close since college-”

“I know all the facts, baby,” Jungkook says, trying his best to not insult Sora to you the way he wants to, “I know she’s been your friend since college, you’ve seen each other at your worst, all of the usual bullshit-”

“Hey!”

“... Why do you think she doesn’t want you to have anything to do with me? If she was really your best friend, she wouldn’t be this fucking concerned or involved-”

“If I knew, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” You shrug, “She’s just… protective of me.”

“She cares too fucking much in my opinion,” Jungkook says, “Fucking control freak. Would someone protective of you send you on a blind date with an asshole who stood you up and didn’t even reach out to you after?”

Jungkook has a lot more he wants to say about Sora and how she treats you, but he keeps it to himself for now.

You don’t know what to say, so you say nothing. Only looking at him with those disarming eyes. He hasn’t said much about it, but your gears are already turning. You’ve been growing more and more tired of Sora’s antics- mainly the way she never seems to take into account your feelings unless it benefits her. It was tolerable in college, but the more you fell for Jungkook, the more tiresome it was becoming.

“I don’t wanna talk about her anymore,” You say finally, a repeat of what you said last night.

Jungkook looks at you, something undecipherable in his eyes, before nodding and quietly meeting your warm, sleepy lips with his own.

It’s been a total of thirty-six hours since you kissed Jungkook and he had spent the night with you. You haven’t had any type of conversation with him about what your kiss with him meant, what him staying the night over meant. It doesn't’ stop you from feeling giddy at the thought of him, from replaying the last kiss he had given you. From leaving you wanting more.

You think nothing of it as you cheerily buy a dozen donuts to bring with you to the tattoo parlor to surprise Jungkook and your friends. Maybe you can sneak a kiss in.

But the minute you walk into the parlor, you know something is a little off. Jungkook’s shoulders are tense, a pensive look settled in his eyes. His jaw is clenched, tongue poking his cheek.

“Hi,” You murmur, offering him the box of donuts, “I come bearing treats.”

Jungkook gives you a thin smile. He chews on his chapped bottom lip, deep in thought. You didn’t know what to expect after seeing him for the first time after he spent the night with you, but this isn’t what you expected.

He’s standing across from you with crossed arms over his broad chest. The air between you both feels cold and still, icy as you exhale. He’s upset about something, and after before you can ask him what’s wrong (before you can stop your own spiral downwards), he beats you to the punch-

“I don’t understand you,” Jungkook says, his voice perfectly calm and even. But it’s eerie.

Your heart drops to your stomach instantly and you swallow the dry lump in your throat.

“What?” You hate how soft, how weak your voice sounds. But you can’t help it, not when disappointment coats his eyes and when he speaks to you like he’s disgusted by you. You don’t understand him either. The way he switches up on you with no warning.

Jungkook takes a deep breath to tell you what’s been on his mind. Instead of the practiced speech that sounded much calmer in his mind, what comes out is-

“You let Sora walk all over you,” Jungkook hisses, “You let her dictate almost every fucking decision! She has this inexplicable hold over you, and you don’t even know it!”

Jungkook hates confrontation, he really does. But he’s at his wit’s end with you and with Sora. Mostly with you, for not seeing a terrible friend in front of your eyes even when everyone tries telling you. How can you be this blinded by it? By her?

“She manipulates you at every turn, and you just let her! And you know what, I get it- it’s hard to recognize it when you’re in it. But we’ve all told you. She’s not a good friend to you, at all!”

Your face falls, heart sinking into a black hole that begins to swirl in your belly. You can’t stand it, the fire in his eyes despite the ice in his voice. You don’t like this. You don’t like this.

“I don’t know why you’re so hellbent on listening to her,” Jungkook seethes, getting angrier the more he thinks about Sora, “She treats you like shit- you have to know you deserve better than that, right? She sabotages you every chance she gets. She doesn’t like any of us, you know that? And forget that- why don’t you fucking ask yourself why she has the opposite opinion to everything when it comes to something you like? Your fucking car, your apartment, your job, your choice in decor. Even me.”

His words make you ache terribly and you desperately need something to hold on to to ground yourself. You shove your fists in the pockets of your jacket and surely, you’re clenching your fists tight enough that your nails are piercing through the skin of your palms.

“You never question her intentions. You’ve never even dreamed of questioning her,” Jungkook continues with a cruel sneer, lips twisting into something unfamiliar that cuts across you, “You should ask yourself why. You should ask yourself by you’re always defending her, walking on eggshells around her, afraid to be in disagreement with her, when she doesn’t give a fuck about you.”

But he doesn’t stop there, “You’re so fucking naive a-and fucking foolish. You can’t see how she always has to have you in the palm of her hand, how she makes sure she’s ahead of you in life, by whatever twisted definition of that she has. You deserve better than her. And I know I deserve better than to be hidden because you’re too scared to face your supposed best friend.”

You don’t have any words. Your brain seems to short circuit at his harsh truths, unable to formulate a single sentence. Instead your hands tremble and your eyes become wet.

You say nothing. As always, you say nothing.

“You’re not gonna say anything? Not even now?” Jungkook asks, tongue pressing against his cheek.

Another five seconds goes by before you open your mouth, “I d-don’t know what to say,” Your voice is quiet, unlike what Jungkook is used to, “It seems you’ve already made up your mind about me. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Jungkook could scream in frustration. You still won’t say what’s on your mind, even when he insults you straight to your face. He can’t tell what you’re thinking (mainly because you hardly ever say anything about it), despite being able to read you easily.

“I think I should go,” You say in the same soft, defeated voice, “I b-brought donuts, but umm… they’re over there. Goodbye, Jungkook.”

With that, you turn your back on him and on the tattoo parlor to head outside. He doesn’t see the trembling of your hands or of your shoulders. He doesn’t know that you somehow hold your tears back the whole way home, biting down harshly on your bottom lip enough to draw blood.

Jungkook doesn’t know that you barely make it into your apartment with his words ringing cruelly in your head. He doesn’t know that you collapse in your bed in a mess of sobs and the sound of your heart aching.

You’re alone.

It takes all of thirty seconds after your departure for Jungkook to realize the weight of his words and for your defeated, hunched over shoulders to replay in his mind like a movie. It takes another forty seconds for Mina and Mei to emerge from their respective offices (where he’s certain they heard the entire conversation) and scream at him for his callousness-

“I have never known you to speak to anyone like that, let alone the girl that you’ve liked for who knows how long! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Mina says and smacks the back of his head.

“You’re an idiot,” Mei continues with narrowed eyes, “You better apologize to her and kiss her fucking feet-”

“Who else was going to tell her about Sora? She hasn’t listened to-”

“There is a way to communicate these things!” Mei says angrily, “You yelling at her like that wasn’t the move and you know it. You’re so fucking stupid!”

“Alright, I get it,” Jungkook says, equally as angry. He pulls away from both of them, not wanting to hear it from them anymore.

“That girl Sora is a fucking bitch but you’re no better for how you just behaved,” Mina hisses, “Get your shit together, Jeon.”

He knows that he was harsh, maybe too harsh with you. Looking back on the memory of your glossy eyes and sad, slumped shoulders… You hadn’t even fought him. You’d just accepted his barrage of words as fact, without even thinking to provide an explanation or a defense of yourself.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut in shame. Once the anger dissolves into hurt, he reaches a conclusion. He should’ve just talked to you rather than lash out at you like that.

You’re no delicate flower, but damn, he’d do anything to take away the broken look in your eyes.

You take exactly two days off from work to sort through your feelings and thoroughly comb through your previous memories with Sora, and subsequently, with all of your friends. You spend most of this time in your bed, under the covers and scrolling through old photos from college and post-grad life.

It’s funny- you don’t really know where your sense of self got away from you.

You’ve always approached people- relationships, friendships- logically and rationally. Or at least you thought you had. It seems like a lot of your reactions to things that may have upset you or bothered you (or lack thereof) was for the convenience of others- namely Sora.

You bury your head in your hands when she passes through your memory. How could you have let it escalate this far? Can you be so blind to someone treating you so horribly for this long? Can you excuse her behavior for the simple fact that she’s been your supposed friend for years?

You try to think back on a time when you felt like you could unabashedly be yourself around Sora without any consequence for simply existing.

You come up blank.

Logic comes easy to you. It’s easy for you to make the decision to finally speak to Sora and say what needs to be said. Especially when your other friends were hurt by her actions, and by extension, yours.

After about another thirty-six hours, you decide. It doesn’t surprise you, how easy it is to make the decision. You decide that this “friendship” with Sora isn’t worth it. Not when she’s made you feel like this for years and if she treats your friends this way, too.

You’ll give her a chance to explain, but most of your mind is set already. Considering how well you know her, you know how this conversation is going to go. You dread it, but it must be done. Even if it’s long overdue.

“I need you to be honest with me,” You say plainly, keeping your face neutral even as your heart hammers away in your chest. At least you’re in the safety and comfort of your own home, your pastel green throw pillow on your lap acting as an anchor.

Sora sits across from you, an eyebrow raised. Her mouth is twisted into something defensive, on the ready to eat you alive. How could you not notice it before?

“When am I ever not honest with you?” Sora scoffs.

“Then it should be easy for you to answer a few questions for me, and we can be on our merry ways,” You say breezily, your eyes hardened. She swallows. Good.

“The fuck you being so formal for?” Sora laughs, but her smile drops when she sees that you’re not joking.

“Why are you so mean to Jungkook and his friends? My friends?” You ask without missing a beat. You cross your arms over your chest and look at her expectantly. Your ears feel warm, but you press on.

Even if Jungkook is perhaps irreparably upset with you, you think this is his influence. Growing a spine and sticking up for yourself, for the people around you.

“Seriously? That’s what’s got your panties twisted?” Sora says, waving a dismissive hand at you, “Don’t worry about them, they don’t know you like I do- I mean who else was holding your hair back when you were throwing your guts up in college?”

“I don’t think the quality of a friendship should be assessed by how many drunken nights we had.”

“Who else was there for you when nobody else was?” Sora hisses, “I took you home when your parents left you for the holidays, I was the one who was there with you when your shitty ex’s ghosted you, god, your taste is the worst-I was the only one who ever saw you!”

You squeeze your pillow far too tightly.

“Stop holding that shit over my head,” You snap, “Those are just things that friends do. I never begged you for your support and I shouldn’t have to feel like I owe you something other than friendship just for being your only fucking friend who put up with your shit for this long.”

Before she can open her mouth to speak, you cut across her, “Stop talking about the past. College was years ago at this point. We graduated fucking almost six years ago. And even in college… you haven’t changed a bit,” You let out a mirthless laugh, “What do you have to say for our friendship right now? If you gave a shit about me, you wouldn’t have set me up with a loser who stood me up. You afraid of something, Sora? You afraid I’ve been around people who are friends with me because they actually like me, not because they get off on a weird power trip?

“Ever since the beginning, all you’ve done is push me away from myself,” You say with trembling lips, “E-everything, you’ve just… you just take everything I like and I want and completely dismiss it. It’s n-not right. A-and it took this long, for Jungkook to call it out for me to realize. This- this isn’t friendship-”

To your misery, her lips morph into a cruel sneer. “Jungkook? You went behind my back-”

“Behind your back? You don’t even have a good reason-”

“I told you, I’m only-”

“No! You’re gonna let me finish, for once,” You raise your voice, levelling her with a glare containing years worth of anger, “It’s clear, with or without Jungkook, that you’ve only kept me around to make yourself feel better. How twisted is that! You kept me down, made me doubt myself and everything just so you could feel better.”

You take a deep, deafening breath.

“I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. Even now, you can’t reassure me. Even now, you can’t call on our friendship as something fond to remember. You weaponized me for your own insecurities. Get out.”

“Get out? You’re kicking me out?” Sora’s sneer drops immediately. Maybe you’re being cruel, but you can’t take it anymore. Something passes across her face that makes you draw an ounce of sympathy for her but it evaporates immediately.

“Yup,” You say, popping the ‘p’, “We’re not friends, and I don’t think we ever were. So thanks, for bringing me back to my senses.”

And that’s that- she leaves with her tail between her legs, not pleading for your affection or your friendship. You’re grateful for that, because you feel like you might collapse in about two minutes.

***

It has been exactly nine days since you ended your friendship with Sora and exactly fourteen days since you stepped foot in the tattoo parlor. You’ve only just reached out to Mei and Mina, in between sporadic texts to Hobi and Yoongi.

It’s been exactly two weeks since you spoke to Jungkook. You miss him, you miss his crooked smirk, his bunny smile. Most of all, you miss the comfort and safety his presence brings. But you’re too nervous to reach out to him again, his harsh words and fiery eyes blinking back at you in your own mind. You’re nervous to even show your face at the tattoo parlor.

Jungkook has been receiving an earful from all of his friends since the last day he spoke to you. Hobi’s wrath, along with Mei and Mina’s wrath, is something he never wants to relive twice. Yoongi and Jin also lectured him, and he only looked at them with wide, doe eyes in understanding. Whatever anger he was holding on to has simmered down to hurt, and now he just misses you. And he very much regrets the way he spoke to you.

He winces when he recalls his cruel words, the sharp edge of his tongue that slipped out so easily. So quickly, to strike you right where it hurts. Jungkook can’t get your stricken expression out of his mind. Knowing he put that look on your face, it makes him ache. And he’s the coward, for still not reaching out to you to apologize.

He’s too nervous to face you, but he has to.

***

jeon jungkook : hi. can we talk sometime soon?

It takes you fifteen minutes to respond. What he doesn’t know is that you had panicked for ten of those fifteen minutes, nearly dropping your phone when you had seen his name pop up on your screen.

you 🧡 : hi. sure. Where?

***

You give yourself a pep talk the entire drive to the park. You’re glad he suggested a park, and a park close to your home- you’re grateful for the open area. You’re incredibly nervous to see him for the first time in a while, running through different scenarios in your head before scolding yourself.

It’s Jungkook. Even if he hurt you, it’s still Jungkook. You trust him. You want to trust him.

You spot Jungkook leaning on his motorcycle, looking like a vision in all black. As almost always a strand of black hair escapes his ponytail as he lights his cigarette. If you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t notice his nerves in the way he grips his lighter tightly.

“Jungkook?” You say softly, “Hi.”

You wring your hands together, gripping the straps of your backpack tightly. You’re just as nervous as he is, he realizes. But still, you stand with your back straightened, eyes wary. You glow, and despite the fact that it’s only been two weeks, he senses something different about you.

“Hi,” Jungkook murmurs, the pet name on the tip of his tongue but he refrains, “Come here. Can I hug you?”

“Y-yeah,” You nod with a small smile and he envelopes you in his arms, holding you tightly. Inhaling every bit of you that he can. He wants to kiss you again, kiss you breathless, kiss you so that you forget his cruelty.

But he can’t erase it. So he doesn’t.

“I brought blankets for us,” Jungkook murmurs, pointing to the basket, “Let’s go sit?”

You nod and follow his lead.

***

“It was messed up,” You say forlornly, “We kissed, we kissed a lot, you slept in my bed and then you yelled at me. Insulted me in your tattoo parlor. You hurt me. You hurt me a lot.” There’s only a little malice in your voice, but he’ll take it.

You’re both sitting across from each other, knees touching with open and honest eyes. You feel vulnerable and exposed around him, especially considering how your last conversation with him went.

“You should’ve just talked to me,” You mumble.

“I know,” Jungkook says instantly, takes your much smaller hands in his and squeezes, “I fucked up. I’m so sorry I spoke to you like that. You didn’t deserve that from me. You don’t deserve that from anyone, least of all from me. I’m sorry I let everything fester and took it out on you. I’m so fucking sorry. I made you cry, didn’t I?”

You look away from him for a millisecond before nodding, “You’d cry too, if the man you liked, the man you just spent the night with for the first time, spoke to you like that. In his own place of work. I only brought you donuts and you just- what the fuck? You just went off on me, I had no idea you were even feeling that intensely about Sora. About me-

“I’m not naive and I’m not stupid. Don’t take me for a fool,” You say pointedly, not letting go of his hands. Jungkook cringes before opening his mouth.

“You’re not naive or stupid, I’m sorry-”

“But… I understand, I think. You know when you kind of… know something but it takes another person for you to realize? I think I always knew how Sora was and didn’t want to face it. Or face her. For so long, it felt like she was all I had for some reason. Like even if there were others, it felt like her approval mattered the most. And I realized it was because she just always had this way of making me feel less than her. But mostly, I owe that realization to you. Even if you went about it the wrong way.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook says, “I’m so fucking sorry, I should’ve just talked to you about how I was feeling, rather than take it out on you. You deserve better than that.”

“I’m sorry, too,” You say, surprising him, “For allowing her to get in the way of us, for allowing her to run her mouth. For not having a spine-”

“Stop,” Jungkook says firmly, “When someone is controlling and manipulative like that, it’s hard to see past it-”

“But is it an excuse?” You wonder with a slight tilt of your head, “I let it hurt you, hurt Yoongi, Hobi, Mina, Mei…”

“Maybe not an excuse. But it makes it understandable,” Jungkook says, “All we can do is move forward right?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” You nod, “I know it doesn’t really change much now, but… I told Sora I don’t want anything to do with her anymore. In fact, I kicked her out of my apartment. It was very dramatic and satisfying. Like something out of a movie.”

Jungkook laughs despite himself, pulling a small smile from you as well. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah-”

“You just ended a friendship with someone who’s been around for a long time. That’s not easy.”

“It was easier than I thought it would be. Turns out telling someone to get out of your apartment after letting out about eight years of pent up frustration really is the most vindicating thing a girl can do,” You murmur with a soft laugh, “I think I’m just upset with myself that it took this long. That it took hurting you, the last person I’d ever want to hurt, to realize.”

Jungkook rubs your thumb gently, sending gentle ripples over your skin.

“I’m sorry I disrespected you like that,” Jungkook says, sincerity forming dotted diamonds in his eyes, “God, I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Yeah,” You sigh, “I’m sorry I disrespected you, too. By ignoring all of the red flags, I let her get away with so much. I let her get away with her saying so much shit about you.”

There’s a comfortable pause between you both.

“I think we need to take time for ourselves,” Jungkook murmurs, eyes uncertain but earnest, “Before we start anything-”

“And who said I wanted to start anything with you,” You tease, giggling when Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, “I agree… Maybe no more pet names, huh?”

“Are you breaking up with me?” He asks in amusement.

“To break up, we’d have to be together to begin with,” You say softly. Despite his own words, his own insistence that he knows you both have some feelings to work through before starting anything romantic without lingering feelings of resentment… Jungkook just wants to pull you into his lap and kiss you, steal your breath, feel your hips in his hands. You look so pretty under the sunlight, the rays brushing over your hair warmly and casting a faint halo over your head.

He drinks you in with his eyes, not allowing a single inch of you to pass him. It’s only been two weeks, but he looks at you as if it’s been so much longer since he’s seen you.

You’ve never been good at hiding your emotions around him, and this time is no different. You look like you want to eat him alive, your eyes hooded and palms hot against his. Something in you wants him, wants him to hold you close, feel his hands over any and every inch of you that he can reach.

You want him to paint you with his hands, maybe share some of that sparkle that he seems to be made of.

Your eyes linger, a soft sigh escaping your lips without realizing it. Jungkook resists a smirk, keeping his observations to himself. He catches your gaze burning through his balmy skin, on his arms, his chest, his neck…

It’s too bad. It really is.

Memories of your night together flash behind your eyelids, the way you seemed to fit just perfectly on top of his strong thighs, the way his big hands felt ghosting over you.

You force your eyes away and touch your lips subconsciously, blinking away the ghost of his kiss. Pulling your hands away from him, you offer him a contrite smile.

“I’ll see you around, Jungkook,” You murmur, standing up from the blanket. His first instinct is to help you up, but he remembers, he’s supposed to keep his hands to himself.

“Yeah. See you around.”

Jungkook’s dimples are the last thing you see when you turn your back and head to your car. You try your best not to look back at him, despite every neuron in your brain screaming at you to.

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[murder0us-0wl]

Bakusquad headcanons

- kaminari and kirishima regularly break into bakugou and deku’s apartment to have a midnight nerf gun battle

- they always fail to realize that mf lives with a hero with a strength quirk who can literally pick them up and throw them out the door

- mina paints everyones nails.

- deku and tsuyu somehow got adopted by mina and sero so Bakugou has 6 annoying children to care for now

- Bakugou knows how to do hair like really well, it’s honestly confusing how much this man knows

- kirishima and kaminari read bkdk fanfics made by their fandoms and they ACTIVELY try to make them a reality

- when kaminari and shinsou started dating, sero and bakugou had a talk with shinsou to know “ what his intentions were with their pikachu”

- Bakugou is the embarrassing mom friend who’s constantly telling u to drink water and sero is the calm dad friend that gives u a beer

- when they go out kaminari needs a ziplock bag full of cheerios bc he cant stop snacking

- mina started wearing eye contacts to change the color of her yellow eyes and bakugou literally threw them away bc he was pissed she changed her eye color

- she tried to dye her hair once and the same thing happened.

- even though Bakugou makes fun of them a lot for their appearance, everytime they change it to fit his quota he immediately throws a fit

- mina and sero styles the whole group bc without them kirishima would be wearing the same t shirt everyday, bakugou would probably walk around in a dekus stolen sweatshirt and sweatpants and kaminari might honestly just forget pants exist

- mina and bakugou spied on kaminari and shinsous first date while kirishima and sero got ice cream in the parlor next door

- they love roller coasters. They go to theme parks every spare weekend

- sero is really good at ice skating and taught kaminari and mina. Bakugou and kirishima will always be a lost cause bc they just CANT do it

- they all got matching skateboards one summer and they skate around with each other down the streets

- Bakugous friends are constantly hitting on deku on purpose bc according to Bakugou “they are jealous assholes who cant get a nice, strong boyfriend of their own”. According to the rest “ Bakugou is funny when pissed of and deku is pretty”

- Bakugou and kirishima are both a little hard of hearing bc of their quirks, at least during their fights their hearings are impaired so for like an hour after sparring they just yell everything SUPER LOUD

- at one point or another, they have all accidentally color coordinated with each other on the same day

- when all their phones die they just lay them on kaminari and make him mad so he starts zapping shit

- sero knows spanish and he yells in spanish so much that the people around him just kinda picked up on it. Bakugou and kaminari was first, iida learnt the most out of all of them bc sero was constantly muttering in spanish and he was frustrated he couldn’t understand. Deku knows bc iida forced him to learn with him and mina already knew spanish.

- by the end of third year a good chunk of class 1a knew spanish solely bc sero wouldn’t explain what he said after he said it in spanish. The bakusquad sometimes bursts into full blown arguments, yelling at each other in three different languages and iida and deku just share a look.

[tsukiihime]

Heartbreak (Bakugou x Reader), (Shinsou x Reader) Part 2

The second part to the fic I wrote, this will probably be my last post for another week since I have school to catch up on. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Angst, a bit more fluff on Shinsou’s end, drinking

Taglist: @sugarandsoft

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It’s three in the morning, and Bakugou can’t sleep.

He’s beyond pissed at himself for staying up this late, but he can’t help it - he’s been in bed since nine and he can’t get you out of his mind. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you since you stormed out of the apartment. He regrets not chasing after you, he loathes himself for being such a dick and he hates himself for even letting his stupid agency dictate his personal life. He wants to tell you so bad that you’re wrong, that beating Deku doesn’t mean a damn thing to him if it means he has to lose you. He wants to hear your voice so bad it hurts. He knows you’ll be going to Shinsou - you always do when you have a bad fight. He knows you’ll be safe there, but he feels like such a fool. He let you walk out in the rain on your own. What a hero he turned out to be. 

Bakugou spends the night alternating between flipping through the endless channels on the living room TV and staring at the ceiling. Every time he closes his eyes he sees your face - anger boiling your blood, disbelief painting your features as he fights with you, tears staining your cheeks. He feels sick to his stomach imagining you walking in the cold as you leave the apartment, sniffling as you make your way out in the rain. He wants to call you to explain himself.

But he doesn’t. His pride won’t let him.

It’s his pride that makes him trudge out to bars with Denki, Mina, and Sero the next day after you leave - he needs alcohol in his system to numb himself from the thought of you. Anyone will do if it warms his bed and makes your face disappear for even a second. God, he never thought he would be so hung up on you. He downs beer after beer, dances with woman after woman. Names and faces blur together as a cacophony of voices plays in his head. 

He ends up taking someone home that night - he couldn’t remember her even if he tried. He takes her back to the apartment you shared and pushes her onto the bed you shared. He kisses her collarbone and up her neck, but he’s aiming for your favorite spots instead of hers. The image of you overlaps with her, and he sees your figure beneath him instead of some stranger. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s his broken heart playing tricks on him.

He kisses her, imagining it’s your scent he’s breathing in rather than the vanilla and booze she smells of. He pictures your arms wrapping around his neck, your lips on his. She says his name, like honey on her lips, whispers it into his ear. And if he tries hard enough, he can twist her voice in his head to sound like you.

“Katsuki, I love you.” He hears it over and over, sees your smile and hears your laugh. “Katsuki, I love you.”

He makes her leave after that. She’s upset but he is too - an argument ensures and she storms out, leaving behind her underwear in her hurry to leave. 

He doesn’t notice. He’s too busy thinking of you.

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It’s been three weeks since your breakup with Bakugou. 

The news stations and gossip websites have been flooded with reports of Camie and Katsuki - neither have said anything about their relationship and the speculation of if they are or aren’t a couple is driving everyone wild. Thankfully, the people who were leaving awful comments have long since left you alone, prompting you to turn your Instagram to private and changing your username so they can’t find you easily. 

You’ve been avoiding social media like the plague, ignoring all television interviews that involve either Bakugou or Camie - you’ve learned your lesson from the night of the Hero Rankings. But you’re only human after all, and the one time your curiosity got the better of you, you dove into the comments on a tabloid’s website to see what the public was saying.

It doesn’t escape your notice that the comments are much kinder - it ranges from well wishes to remarks about how they wish they could replace Bakugou or Camie in the relationship. No one mentions you, which you are grateful for. You know the media thrives off of drama and rumors, so you’re content to have been forgotten about in this narrative. 

Shinsou’s been treating you like normal - another thing you’re grateful for. He is kind without being overbearing, and he gives you distance while also being there for you when you need it. You’ve migrated from sleeping on the couch to crashing in his bed, and more often than not you fall asleep to the smell of his body wash as you lay on his chest. 

You wonder what Bakugou would say if he saw you. He knew how close you and Shinsou were and still are, but anyone could think that you and the purple haired man were lovers. Here you are, getting upset at your ex-boyfriend for having a woman over two days after the breakup, when you are falling asleep in the arms of another man - even if he is your best friend. You wonder if that makes you a hypocrite. Your emotions are in chaos, all jumbled and confused. You miss physical intimacy and a part of you wonders if you’re just using Shinsou as a replacement. “It’s better to sift through these feelings when I’m calmer”, you think to yourself, “I’ll come back to it when I’m in a better place.”

Otherwise, you’ve been steadily making your way back to a normal life - work, school, and your personal life all seem to be peaceful and you’re content in a way you hadn’t been for a long time with Bakugou. Of course, the wounds of the breakup are still healing, but you’re doing a lot better from three weeks ago, when you couldn’t even bring yourself to get out of bed. Shinsou has been making sure that you eat properly and that you take care of yourself. Now that you’re out of that post breakup funk, he notices that you’re cheerful and upbeat - a good sign that you’re slowly recovering from your heartbreak.

Today, you’re home alone while Shinsou patrols the city - he’s promised to pick up dinner on his way home so you don’t have to cook. He’s looking forward to tonight - you’ve finished all of your school work for the weekend and you’re off from work until Monday. He’s eager to come home to you, he’s turned down his coworkers invitations to drink so he can spend the weekend with you. He’s picked up food from your favorite Mexican restaurant, and he’s stopped at the grocery store to get your favorite flavor of ice cream - the one that’s almost always sold out. 

He arrives home to see you lazing about the house - you’re laying on your back on the couch, holding your pastel Animal Crossing Edition Switch with a bag of chips resting on the table next to you. Your eyebrows are furrowed together as you focus on beating the shit out of a boss in Cuphead - a game you and Shinsou spent hours playing when it came out trying to pass the incredibly difficult levels. You’re wearing Shinsou’s favorite hoodie again - you might as well claim it as your own already you wear it so much - and your fuzzy cat print socks match with a fluffy cat ear headband that keeps your hair out of your face. Your face is recently washed and slightly pink, and he can smell your favorite coconut body wash from where he’s standing. He waits until you lose the stage (let's face it - there’s no way you’re beating that damn clown boss without his help) and he makes his way over to you, leaning over to look down at you as you exhale in annoyance at your loss. 

“Hey there, I got dinner. Also nabbed some dessert for you - ready to watch nothing but ghost stories for the rest of the night?” You stretch out your arms and legs, groaning as you move to stand from the couch. 

“Only if you promise to sleep next to me until I see sunlight again.” You hate ghost stories - you can handle scary movies about murderers and clowns but you don’t mess with ghosts. The only reason you’re watching tonight is because you know it’s Shinsou’s favorite and he always watches your nature documentaries even though you know deep down he probably doesn’t enjoy them as much as you do. You saunter over to the kitchen, and prop yourself on the counter facing Shinsou as you pull a taco to your mouth. “Ugh, even though the Exorcist was made like 50 years ago it still gives me the creeps. I can’t believe,” you take a moment to drink some water, “that you can watch her crawl backwards down the stairs and not piss your pants.” Shinsou lowly chuckles, giving a teasing smile as he unwraps his burrito.

“It’s ‘cause I’m not a chicken.” You roll your eyes and snort. 

“Whatever Mindjack. Not everyone can be as fearless as you.” He smirks as you swing your legs, turning your full attention to the taco you have in front of you. “Hurry up and finish so we can do a facemask before our movie marathon. You didn’t forget about that did you?” 

“‘Course not. You wouldn’t let me forget even if I tried, since you’re such a nagger.” You pout, hopping off the counter to wash your hands. Shinsou spends a bit too much time admiring how small you look wearing his hoodie - enveloped in something that belongs to him makes him swell with pride even if it’s wrong of him to think so. He wonders when he started to feel this way towards you, when his love changed from a close friend to an admirer. When he remembers his life, you are always there with him. By his side like a part of his body, always around when important events pass by, always by his side when the going gets tough. It’s not as if he’s always been pining for you - he’s brought other girlfriends around before even if the romance fizzles out before long - but recently he’s noticed you in a different light. Your bedhead and your sleeping face are just as cute to him as when you have your hair done and makeup on. Bringing other men over was never a problem, you’re his best friend and your happiness was always the first priority. But now, he finds himself annoyed at the mere mention of possible partners. You have no shortage of those - you’ve always been able to draw people to you as nerdy as you are - and the green vines of jealousy wrap around his heart every time someone gives you a gift on Valentine’s Day or someone asks you out for a coffee. You usually turn them down since you have so much to focus on, work and school makes you a busy woman after all. But he can’t help but be irritated at the stares you get in public sometimes - as beautiful as you are, you would think that you’d notice the way others look at you. He’s always loved you, but now he feels this once platonic love changing into pure romance, he aches for you like he’s never had before - longing for your touches, your hugs, your feather light kisses on his forehead when he’s having a tough day. The guilt he feels every time he holds you close like he did when you were kids, when you lay your head on his chest and he plays with your hair. To you, it’s still the action of a best friend, but to him it’s something he’d do for a lover. And yet, you’re oblivious, as dense as a rock but he loves that part too. How infuriatingly adorable you are sometimes. 

“‘Toooooshi~”, You wave your hand in his face as he comes back to reality. You raise an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

“Never better.” Your arms cross as you stare at him, suspicious that he’s hiding something from you. 

“You ready? I got everything set up.” He nods, and you turn to walk towards his bedroom.

Shinsou’s room is quite neat, a black bed in the corner next to ceiling to floor windows that gives a pretty good view of the city. He scored a good location in spite of his modest salary - he’s in it for the heroism and the good deeds, not the money. He may not make as much as Bakugou, Todoroki, or Deku, but he does alright. His capture weapon and artificial vocal cords mask rest atop his bookshelf, populated with picture books of you and him in your younger days, as well as a Polaroid camera you left with him when he went off to U.A and you stayed in Saitama. Next to the parts of his Hero costume is a picture of you and him on a trip to the beach - one he treasures above all else. In it, he holds you bridal style as you both smile from ear to ear at the camera. You’re practically glowing, wearing a bright yellow bikini set with a see through beach coverup wrapped around your hips, sunglasses resting atop your head. Shinsou recalls how you nagged him to actually swim with you, and you pretty much forced him to wear those green swim shorts - this picture was before he decided to run with you in his arms to the water. 

He sees your presence everywhere he looks in his room. After he reassured you that you weren’t a burden, you’ve basically turned his home into your home as well. The bottom half of his bookshelf is claimed as yours - it’s filled with your favorite stories, and your collection of Switch games is stacked next to the shelf neatly. Your laptop rests on his bed (you were no doubt doing homework before you got distracted and started playing Cuphead before he got home) with your Geology textbook open and notebooks filled with notes and highlighted phrases. Your clothes have been hung up in his closet, with your makeup and perfumes taking over three-fourths of his bathroom counter. If anyone else came to visit, they’d think you two were an item.

But alas, you two are not.

You push your schoolwork and computer aside to make room for you and Hitoshi, making your way towards the bathroom to grab a basket of skin care products and face masks. Shinsou knows how much you care about your skin - and by extension his skin - and he watches as you walk from here to there gathering what you need. You turn to him with a huge grin on your face as you hold up a matching cat headband in the color black, something you picked up from the store before you came home last week. He sighs, but turns around anyways to allow you to pull his lavender hair back into a loose ponytail and place the cat headband on his head before turning back to face you. 

He looks so silly wearing it, but for you, he’ll do anything. You grab your phone and open the front camera, sticking your tongue out while grabbing Shinsou’s face, squishing his cheeks as he makes an annoyed face at the camera. After taking the photo, you upload it to your now private Instagram and send the picture to Shinsou who does the same. He’s always been a private man, so you don’t worry about the public getting a hold of the photos and trying to make a story out of your life like with Bakugou. 

Tossing your phone aside, you motion for Hitoshi to turn towards you, propping yourself up on your knees in front of him as he sits cross legged. You giggle as he looks back at you, reaching to grab a jar of your favorite moisturizer and opening it. The smell is familiar to him - you always smell like it at night when you watch TV while sitting next to him in the living room. You start to apply the product to his face, careful to keep it out of his eyes and mouth. “You need to take better care of your skin ‘Toshi.”

“I know. I’ve been putting sunscreen on like you’ve asked.” He’s not lying, it’s become a part of his routine ever since you suggested it. 

“Good. You better be taking the time to eat properly at work too. I know you’re sleeping normally again since I’ve been here, so I won’t lecture you on that.” You glance at his arms, covered in scattered scars from run ins with villains. 

Most people look at heroes as an invincible force, unstoppable like All Might. Others may see Mindjack, but you just see Hitoshi Shinsou, your partner in crime.

“Thank you Hitoshi...for everything.” You blurt it out before you can stop yourself.

“I didn’t know this facemask meant so much to you.” You punch him in the shoulder as he laughs.

“‘Toshi, I’m serious. Look at all you’ve done for me. You let me crash here, listen to me complain, make sure I’m okay...without you, I probably would still be lying in bed all depressed.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “I have to say it before I never get the chance to. You may be Mindjack, a hero, but you’re still Hitoshi to me. You do so much for me and you put your life on the line for others every day. I watch you and I’m proud of the boy who proved everyone wrong when they said you had a villain’s quirk. You being here for me after everything with Bakugou and always being there for me growing up makes me realize how much you mean to me. You’re my hero, ‘Toshi. But I need you to stay safe. Look at all your scars...” You pull back from the hug and grab his arms, running your fingers over his scarred skin. You’ve always known Shinsou’s job is dangerous - he’s a hero after all, he saves people. But he’s also your best friend. He’s a selfless man, a kind man. 

You love Shinsou. You truly do, he is someone you can never lose. To lose him would be to lose a part of you.

He says nothing in response, so you continue. “Remember that time you fought that villain in the subway? All the news stations said that the tunnel was going to collapse and I just felt like my heart was going to burst. I saw you getting trapped and I felt like…”

You trail off, feeling the familiar sting of tears as you hold them back. Hitoshi gazes at you, lilac eyes boring into your own. “I felt like my whole world was ending. When you came out alright I thought I would faint. I was so scared ‘Toshi… scared you wouldn’t come back. I don’t want to lose you.” Shinsou grabs your cheeks, gently moving his hands so you face him. He wipes a tear from your eye. 

“I’ll always come back to you.” You close your eyes, and press your forehead to his.

“You better. I’ll be waiting.”

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Bakugou wants to be anywhere else but here. 

He’s at Kirishima’s apartment - he’s been dragged out of his house by Mina and Kaminari for a night of drinking, with Sero and Jirou also coming along for the ride. The blonde would rather be in bed, wallowing in his misery, but his friends won’t let him stay inside. So he pouts in the corner, arms crossed and a permanent scowl painting his features. Kirishima gives him a knowing smile, and mouths “I’m sorry”. Bakugou clicks his tongue and looks away, grabbing his phone in order to distract himself from all the noise. 

He would rather die than admit it, but he’s been looking for your Instagram ever since you left. You must’ve unfollowed him or even blocked him - he can’t find a trace of you anywhere. He hates this pathetic side of him, one that makes him seem like a stalker, but he has to know you’re okay. If his pride won’t let him call you, then he needs to know you’re okay.

To his surprise, you pop up on his feed. He immediately inspects the photo of you, and breathes a sigh of relief to see your face. Your tongue is sticking out all playful, beaming as you hold Hitoshi’s face for the photo. You’re wearing that cat headband you always use when washing your face, and he can tell you’re almost ready for bed. He smiles solemnly, vermilion eyes staring at you, so far away.

He notices you’re wearing one of Shinsou’s hoodies and his blood boils at the thought - he knows you are friends but he hates the idea of anyone else having you - although he shouldn’t be one to talk after bringing home that girl from the club. He hates himself for doing it. He stares at your face before standing, saying a curt “I’ll be back” before making his way to the balcony. His friend’s voices fade as he stands outside overlooking the city, and he makes sure the coast is clear before dialing your number.

Fuck his pride. He has to hear your voice. 

[pikapikabishes]

Light of My Life

DESCRIPTION: CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTFUL OWNERS. ONLY THING THAT IS MINE IS THE PLOT

Summary: Kirishima and Y/n realize their love for each other after years of yearning

Warnings: slight nudity, some cursing, tooth-rotting fluff

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Two years.

Kirishima has been in love with you… for two whole years. Ever since he met you on the first day they had started as first years in UA. When you stood up for your new friends against the angry blonde pomeranian that is Kasuki Bakugo, then for some reason apologized for it. You were just the epitome of beauty, both inside and out, and benevolence, a fiery spark in your eye that indicates the strong will and fight that you have.

And the way you handle yourself in combat during that first training exercise with All Might? Kirishima swears that the existence of Cupid must be real because he was pretty sure it must’ve been incredibly abnormal with how fast he had fallen for you. You fought like some kind of battle goddess. And with your quirk, you might as well be.

You called your quirk “Celestial Light,” meaning you manipulate sun-, moon-, and starlight to your will. He’s seen you use the sunlight as powerful beams, to which you secretly admitted to him later that you got that move from Pokemon, forge weapons out of either light, and can now weave yourself a dazzling pair of wings along with armor as your ultimate move.

And while all these features, plus with just how stunningly beautiful you are; with your soft, shiny (h/c) hair, your (e/c) eyes that seem to make the stars in the sky lose their sparkle, those plump, soft-looking lips that stretch out into that dazzling smile that proudly shows off your pearly whites. What really reeled in his attention was all the little quirks you have.

The way you twirl a lock of your hair when you’re deep in thought; the way you chew on that kissable, plump lower lip of yours and your nose scrunches in the cutest way he’s ever seen, when you’re stuck on a difficult problem or when you don’t understand said problem; the way you always pluck out the tomatoes from your salad; how you always save your dessert for last so that, according to you, the delicious taste lingers on your tongue long after you’ve eaten it, or how you’re quick to offer some of your said dessert when a friend seems upset or sad about something; or the way you lightly sway your hips while you’re cooking to a song that’s either sounding from your phone or ringing in your head, at times humming to the tune playing, and how you tend to hum to what seems to be a pleasant daydream, if the soft smile on your face is anything to go by; as well as how you always, always make hot chocolate late at night when you have problems sleeping and how utterly adorable you look as you fight to stay awake as he fondly watches from around the corner during the times he himself has gown downstairs for something to drink as you sigh so contently when you take that first sip before clumsily making your way back up to your room. Especially when you still continue to argue with Kasuki to this day on how he treats Midoriya even though he’s mellowed a bit, Kirishima can’t help but find you so utterly adorable when your 5’7” is all up in Kasuki’s 6’5” personal space. It’s like watching a cute golden retriever puppy going up against a big bad (pomeranian) wolf.

Man, he could just go on and on. And he can go on and on and on about how hopelessly in love with you he is. Which he was subconsciously doing right now with his group of friends as he watched you happily interact with your best friend Mina and the other girls, as they undoubtedly plan their “girl’s night” tonight. Kirishima gave out another sigh, which earned him a hard smack on the back of his head within the next second.

“Ow!” Kirishima’s hand shot to the spot the angry pomeranian he calls his best friend had smacked him. He turned a questioning look over at the seething blonde next to him, looking at the bulging vein that looks ready to pop on his forehead. “What the hell was that for, Bakubro?!”

“That is the fucking twelveth time you’ve fucking sighed like that in the last 20 minutes, and I swear to fuck if I have to hear another fucking comment on how ‘beautiful’ Lamp is, Imma blow your ass all the way to Timbuktu,” Bakugou angrily spat out.

Of course, the threat of getting his ass handed to him rolled off him like water on a swan’s back. In the back of his mind, Kirishima laughed at how his friend was just all bark as he knew Bakugou wouldn’t actually beat him up that bad… probably.

Kirishima blinked, “Wait, what?”

“Yeah, bro,” Denki butted in, looking slightly annoyed as well. “You’ve been going on about ‘(L/n)’s hair looks great today’, ‘(L/n) looks so cute with her nose scrunched up when she chews her food’, ‘(L/n) looks so good in her uniform today.’ Like bro, you say she looks great in her uniform everyday, which I won’t argue, she do be looking mighty fine in a school uniform,” Denki trailed off as he leaned back in his seat as he stared at the girl in question, looking suspiciously like he’s trying to get a better view of her ass.

At that realization, Kirishima glared at the pervy, knockoff pikachu and kicked his shin hard.

Denki yelped, high-pitched and whiny as he brought up his leg, tendly rubbing the spot that was kicked. “Oooww, dude! What the hell?”

“Don’t look at her like that,” Kirishima growled, eyes glaring daggers.

Denki puts his arms up in surrender, cowarding before his suddenly intimidating friend. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I won’t stare at your girl again!”

Blood quickly rushed to the red-head’s cheeks, painting them a rosy color. “Wha- She’s not my girl!”

“You wouldn’t be able to tell with the way you look at her with that lovey-dovey expression on your face and how you follow her around like a lost puppy,” Sero intervened, casually leaned back in his seat with his hands behind his head, the straw from his drink dangling from his lips.

“Yeah what he said,” Denki agreed, still tenderly rubbing his injured leg.

“That’s not-” Kirishima tripped over his words. “We’re just hanging out! I do the same thing with you guys!”

“Yeah. but if ya compare how much time you spend with us vs. (L/n), you’re practically non-existent in our group hangouts,” Sero laughed at his friend’s red face that is one shade off from blending into his hair.

“Guys, com’on. I- I just-” Kirishima was waving his hands, trying to think of something to say.

“Quite making fucking stupid-ass excuses,” Bakugou butted in. “Do you like Lamp or not?” Kirishima nodded hesitantly before glancing back over to your table as if nervous that you would hear this conversation even when you were like 4 tables away in this noisy cafeteria. “Then be a fucking man, or some shit, and fucking tell her already before I pop a goddamn blood vessel from all your fucking lovey dovey shit and whinning!”

Kirishima blinked thinking about his best friend’s words. After a moment, Kirishima gave the pomeranian his usual bright grin that could blind anyone who witness, hence why Denki and Sero simutaniously brought out sunglasses and place them high on their noses, and Bakugou’s squinting. Standing up suddenly, he declared, “You’re absolutely right! I have to man up and tell her how I feel!”

The commotion of Kirishima’s declaration turned around all the heads in the cafeteria, causing the red head’s cheeks to heat up again as he became fully aware of all the pairs of eyes on his 6’4” self. After giving a hasty apology, Kirishima plops back down, leaning on the table and covering his eyes with his big hands. Unknown to him, a pair of disheartened (e/c) orbs glanced at the embarrassed red-head with a sadden longing lingering in them.

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“You’re staring at him again,” Mina, your number one best friend, noted in a singsong voice, popping another french fry in her mouth.

“What? Staring at who?” You questioned, immediately picking at your side salad, suddenly having lost interest in eating.

“Oh com’on. I saw you looking at Kirishima again.” Mina nudged you with her elbow. “Why don’t you just tell him already?”

You looked at her in confusion. “Tell him what?”

“That you’re completely and hopelessly in love with him,” she gave off a teasing lovey-dovey sigh.

Heat rushed into your cheeks. “I-...” You stuttered, going back to jabbing at your salad. “I don’t know what your talking about.”

“Oh, please gurl,” Mina scoffed. “It’s so obvious, it’s kinda painful watching. Why don’t you go talk to him?”

“What do you mean? We talk everyday, we’re best friends just like you and me,” You defended. “Besides,” You absentmindedly twirl a lock of your hair around your finger. “I doubt he’d be into someone like me. I mean, I’m not all that special.”

“Are you kidding? You’re freaking gorgeous, how could he not love you?” Mina asked.

“I just feel like, I don’t know, maybe I’m too plain for him?”

Mina rolled her dark eyes before grabbing your shoulders, and turned you around towards the other girls sitting with them.

“Gals,” she called, turning all five heads. She slung an arm over your shoulder and pointed at you. “Smash or pass?”

They all simultaneously replied, “Smash.”

“See? You are not just a plain, ol’ girl. You’re beautiful, and you’re kind, and fun. Why wouldn’t he like you?” Mina glanced at the Kirishima, watching as Kaminari and Sero poking fun at the gentle giant. She may or may not know Kirishima’s feelings about you, having picked them up a while ago.

Your blushed increased. “I don’t know. He’s just so sweet, and determined, and I just… Sometimes I feel like he’s way out of my league,” you sighed solemnly.

Mina hummed, thinking. “Well that’s too bad then. I think you guys would make such a cute couple.”

“That’s nice of you to say,” you thanked, a bittersweet smile resting on your lips. “But you heard him just now. He already has someone he likes.” You sighed, “Looks like I’m too late.”

Mina decided then and there, she was going to be both of your wingman, determined to get her two friends together by this weekend.

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Walking down into the common room later after school, with a nice blouse and a pair of skinny jeans with a purse hanging from your shoulder, you come to see the BakuSquad hanging on the couches.

“Alright Mina, I’m ready. Let’s go,” You happily say, waiting for her on the side of the sofa she and Kirishima were lounging on.

Kirishima looked up from his phone, seeing you all dressed up causing a faint blush to rise. “You look good! Where are you going?”

His compliment on your outfit causing heat to rise in your cheeks as well. “Um, Mina and I were going to head to the mall for snacks and clothes.”

“Oooh yeah about that,” Mina started, smiling sheepishly. “I can’t go with you.”

Your face fell a bit. “What? Why?”

“Some personal business came up, But hey! Why doesn’t Kirishima here go with you?” Mina nudged the giant next to her with her elbow.

Kirishima bounced onto his feet in excitement at the thought of you two alone together. “Yeah, let’s go!”

“You don’t have to Kiri, I can go by myself-”

“Nonsense!” Mina interjected. “Kirishima was just telling me he wasn’t doing anything today. Plus you’re going to be needing both an extra pair of hands and eyes if your going to be shopping for clothes.”

You looked ay her in confusion. “I mean, I suppose. But if he doesn’t want-”

“I do!” he shouted, interrupting you into a shocked silence. Clearing his throat, he continued, “Ahem, I mean… I do. I don’t mind tagging along.”

“Alright,” You smiled, your cheeks still feeling warm and butterflies swarming your stomach at being alone with your crush. “If you’re ready, we can go now.”

“Uh,” Kirishima patted his pockets. “Give me a minute to go get my keys and wallet,” he said, before full on sprinting up the staircase towards his room.

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“Here we are,” Kirishima announced, turning off the engine to his beat-up, red pickup truck.

“Thanks for coming along with me Kiri,” you smiled at him.

“It’s no problem, really. I like spending time with you.” His smile was tender and genuine.

“That’s sweet of you. I like spending time with you too,” you said, reaching for the handle of the door.

“Nuh-uh, what do you think you’re doing?” He gently grabbed your forearm, effectively stopping you from opening the door.

You quirked an eyebrow in confusion. “Opening the door to get out??”

“Nope, not while I’m around. A lady shouldn’t have to open a door when a man is with her. I’ve told you this before,” He shakes his head in mock disappointment, not effectively hiding the upturn of the corner of his mouth. “What’s wrong with you?”

He steps out of the truck, quickly rounding the truck and reaching your door to open it. “Seriously Kiri, it’s not that big of a deal,” you said, stepping out of the truck and onto the asphalt, watching as Kirishima locked the truck before walking side by side to the giant building.

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t open the door for you,” Kirishima asked rhetorically.

You giggled at his catchphrase, or rather catchword. As you two entered the mall, you mindlessly glanced at the stores around you. “So you’re going to buy new clothes?

“Yeah, and some snacks, too, for Girl’s Night tonight.”

“Any reason for buying more clothes?”

“Um…” You started blushing again. “It’s kinda embarrassing.”

“Oh, I get it. You don’t have to share if you don’t have to,” Kirishima reassured, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“Thanks,” you smiled gratefully.

You two continue on your way towards the clothing stores, when a shout suddenly sounded throughout the mall and people screamed. You both looked at each other before rushing over. There was a commotion, a young man had a kid hostage in front of the store.

“Give me my son back! Please!” A woman screamed, sounding terrified.

“Mommy!” the boy cried.

“A-Alright, listen up!” the young man stuttered, his whole body trembling as he held up his fingers to the boy’s temple in a gun position. “N-nobody try anything or else this boy is gonna get it!” Everyone stayed still as they nervously listened to his commands. “Everyone here h-hand over whatever money y-you have on you, including you register boy, or else the boy’s not going to be breathing anymore!”

“Robbery, one hostage,” you whispered to Kirishima next to you.

“And his quirk still unknown. We should be cautious about this, otherwise the kid’s gonna get hurt,” Kirishima added.

“Okay so what should we do?”

“How about I sneak up behind him while you get the kid away from him,” Kirishima suggests

“Fine with me,” you agree, going over to a potted plant as to hide your purse. “Let’s go.”

Gathering a small bit of sunlight in your palm, you directed the beam to the robber’s face, not powerful to cause permanent damage to him, but enough to temporarily blind him long enough for you to get the frightened boi away from him.

As soon as the robber yelped in surprise and closing his eyes, you sprinted forward and shoved the blinded robber away from the boy to which he fell against Kirishima who held him in a restraining hold while you jumped back with the little boy in your arms to put a bit more distance just in case. As the robber struggled again Kirishima, who didn’t even budge with all the squirming, you checked over the crying boy for any signs of injury.

Just as you were about to let the boy run over to his mother, the criminal being held by the hulking tank that is Kirishima, pressed his finger gun to Kirishima’s face and a loud bang sounded as he apparently shot at the redhead, a bullet of fire hitting him in the cheek. On instinct, Kirishima activated his quirk to protect himself, but since it was so sudden, he let of of the robber out of surprise. Once he was free, the robber aimed at the boy in front of you and fired.

Without hesitation, you threw yourself over the boy to protect him. Since you handle sunlight, you can take a bit of heat, unfortunately though… your clothes couldn’t. Next thing you knew, your blouse was catching on fire. You tried patting the fire out but obviously it wasn’t working so without thinking, you ripped off your shirt and threw it on the ground, leaving you in just your red, lacy bralette.

A thud sounded from behind you, making you turn around battle-readied, only to see Kirishima with his harden fist hanging in the air and the robber out cold on the ground. “Oh,” you said, “guess you handled that.”

Kirishima gave out a nervous chuckle, a red hue on his cheeks as he looked away. “Uh, yeah…”

A sudden shiver ran down your spine, reminding you of your current state. You let out a shriek, your cheeks now on equal footing with your crush’s red hair. You tried your best to cover yourself, your cheeks getting hotter by the second. Your embarrassment growing as well, as the stupid teenage boys your age started cat whisling at you.

Kirishima couldn’t help his red cheeks when he saw you in your bra, turning his head as to respect your privacy, but as soon as he heard the cat calls, he snapped his head towards the source; a group is rowdy guys his age looking over your general direction.

Wait… were they whistling at you?!

Glancing at you he catches how you were squirming and red in the cheeks, uncomfortable.

Nope. Not happening.

Without much thought, he took off his t-shirt he was wearing, leaving him bare, and went over to hand it to you. “Here, you can use this to cover up,” he said, the heat not entirely have left his cheeks as he trained his eyes solely on your sparkling, (e/c) eyes.

“What about you?” You asked, timidly reaching the shirt.

“No worries. Let’s just cover you up first,” he smiled reassuringly.

Smiling back gratefully, you took the offered clothing and went about putting it on. Meanwhile the group of teens were practically drooling over your figure. That is until Kirishima stepped into their view, arms across his chest with a glare starring daggers and a warning directing at them, his huge hulking frame completely blocking you from their hungry eyes. Being shirtless allowed Kirishima’s hardcore muscles to be displayed in all of their glory. It seems the red head’s goal was working, considering the group all froze up at the sight of his 6’4” muscular build, with not an ounce of fat visible. It took a moment for one of them to unfreeze and quietly urge his companions to move along before the frightening stranger decided to beat them to a pulp.

Satisfied with their scampering away with their tails between their legs, Kirishima turns back around only to be met with your figure practically drowning in his t-shirt. The heat made a complete comeback to his cheeks.You looked so adorable standing there in his clothes.

Before long, the mall’s security made their way over where they took their statements and the unconscious robber and bid the two young heroes their grattitudes before moving along to wait for the police to come and take the criminal away. Once they left, the boy and his mother walked up to you two to give their thanks as well, with the boy excitedly asking for Red Riot’s and (h/n)’s autograph which you both happily gave him, along with a picture being taken. Once the boy was satisfied and proclaiming to never washing his shirt, he and his mother left.

Kirishima turned to you. “You sure you’re okay? You’re not hurt or anything?”

You gave him a reassuring smile as you walked over to the planter in which you had hid your purse. “I’m fine. The fire didn’t burn me or anything, but I might have a bruise from where it hit me. Nothing that I can’t handle.”

“Good, good,” Kirishima nervously rubbed the back of his head.

When you secured your purse over your shoulder, you grabbed his free hand and walked in the direction of the clothing store you usually shopped at. “C’mon. The sooner we get my clothes shopping started, the sooner you can have your shirt back.” Though you didn;t really want to part with his shirt. It was completely engulfing you in his scent, something musky and manly that made you swoon.

“Aw, you don’t like seeing me shirtless?” Kirishima teased.

Hell yes, you thought to yourself. You’d have to be blind or gay to not drool over his washboard abs and bulging biceps, which you were desperately trying not to do. You didn’t want to come off as a pervert but it was hard to ignore the butterflies furiously partying around in your stomach and the intense heat coming off your cheeks.

“Yes,” you whispered, hoping to God that he didn’t hear you. He did, of course, which gave both his ego and the heat in his cheeks a nice boost. Before he could comment on it, you started, “Here we are. This is where I like to buy my clothes.”

Looking up, Kirishima saw the both of you walking towards (insert favorite clothing store).

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Mina, having been standing far enough away from you two so as not to be noticed, grinned and squealed and she happily clapped her hands and did a little happy dance. She had followed you two as to figure out how to get you and Kirishima close, but lo and behold a robber with a fire type quirk came along, albeit she hadn��t really planned for this part to happen at all, but when your shirt was set ablaze and you tore it off in a panic, she had the perfect plan.

She had walked up to the group of teens earlier all flirty and bribed them to go over and give you plently of unwanted attention for some extra cash. Though judging by their snarky appearance, she had bet it wouldn’t be too much trouble for them to start drooling all over you.

Mina did feel a bit bad, exposing you like that and making you uncomfortable, but for the sake of the personal, covert mission she assigned herself to get her two friends together, she knew it would be well worth it. Plus you had the gentle, red-headed giant with you to comfort you in your time of distress so she didn’t let it hold her back too much.

Having the group return a bit shaken from the encounter with Kirishima, one of them shakily asked the pinkette, “W-Was that good enough?”

Giving them her signature grin, Mina handed over a few yen bills as agreed upon. “Yup! Thanks for your help guys!”

Muttering a ‘no problem’, the males continued along their way, counting the money they’ve earned, undoubtedly planning on spending it on drinks or food. Mina glanced back at you two as you lead Kirishima to your favorite store, the giant red-head’s posture now screaming protectiveness over your dignity. She was well assured that her plan to give you guys he right nudge was a success, knowing that Kirishima was planning on confessing his love to you today from her little conversation with the other guys of the Bakusquad.

Satisfied with her work, the cheerful pinkette skipped her way to her favorite store as to buy the required snacks for their girl’s night that evening, confident that you wouldn’t be returning until much later that night after your date.

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Right away, as soon as you two entered the store, you stop by a rack of clothes, excitedly sifting through the hanging clothes.

“Sooo…” Kirishima started. “Is there a specific reason why you’re getting new clothes? Or are you just getting them for the hell of it?” He asked, mindlessly lifting up a blouse, examining it and then putting it back, and that’s when he looked up. Immediately, he felt a sweat drop sliding down the side of his face at all the hungry, drooling ladies in the store shamelessly staring at his bare torso.

“Um, I guess you can say a bit of both,” you responded, checking out a blouse that seems to have caught your attention. “I accidentally burned some of my blouses when using my quirk.”

“How’d you managed that?” Kirishima found what appears to be a pink sleeping shirt that said ‘Donut Worry Be Happy’ with sprinkles all over and a donut in the middle. “Hey this is cute,” Kirishima said, showing you the shirt. He was silently begging you to get it, he knew you’d be adorable in it and he was desperate to see it in person.

You looked over to see the shirt your best friend was holding up. “Oh my god!” You squealed excitedly, taking the shirt from him. “I love this! I’m so getting this. Great find, Kiri!”

Once you turned around, Kirishima silently fist pumped in victory. “Well, anyway. You know how a magnifying glass can concentrate the sunlight and you can start fires with it? Well my quirk is kinda like that. And because of that, there has been more than one occasion where I accidentally burnt my clothes, as much I hate to admit it.”

“Oh, okay I get it,” Kirishima said.

After finding a couple more outfits, you dragged your very shirtless, very hot best friend to the dressing rooms to get his opinion on the outfits you chose. As you showed off the outfits you chose, to which Kirishima said that each one looked great on you.

You guys were started getting goofier, as time went on, you two acted as if you were in a fashion show, with you strutting around in a new outfit each time striking a new pose every minute, even going as far as fixing your hair in messy styles for each one, be it a quick, braid, bun, or ponytail.

As Kirishima patiently waited for you to step out with the next shirt, you called out. “Oh my god, I think this one is my favorite so far! I think this would great with heels though. Hey Kiri?”

“Yeah?”

“You see those heels I was eyeying earlier before we came to here?”

Looking to his left where the wall was covered with shelves and shelves of shoe boxes plus the ones on display, he sees the pair you were talking about. “The white heels, right?” He asked, already walking over to them.

“Yeah, can you see if they have (insert shoe size)?”

Mumbling the shoe size you gave him as he scanned the boxes, he spots the only size that you requested. “You are in luck, milady. There is only one left.”

“Thank you very much, my good sir,” you giggled reaching your hand out for the shoes without revealing the shirt you were wearing. “I’ll be but a moment,” you impersonated a proper tone hand and shoes disappearing behind the closed curtain again.

While Kirishima waiting idly (and trying his best to ignore the hungry stares still directed at him), he decided to ask for some dating intel in the form of small talk. “So hey, random question. Have you ever thought about dating?” Yeah, so not obvious. Way to go, Kirishima.

You paused your struggle with the second heel strap. “What kind of question is that? Of course I have.”

“Oh,” Kirishima simply said. “So, you have a crush on anyone?”

Staying in your position in front of the full-length mirror, you thought about it. Obviously, you had a big fat crush on the male just on the other side of the curtain, but was this his way of finding out if you liked anyone for himself or just out of curiosity? “Yeah… there is someone I really like, but I doubt he’s noticed me at all.”

“Oh? What’s he like?” Kirishima asked, nervous as all hell that you liked someone else.

“Well, he has spiky hair.. Gorgeous red eyes that shine like rubies… he looks intimidating as hell when you first see him, but actually nice once you get to know him… and he’s really handsome, too,” you blushed, lightly hugging yourself as you pictured Kirishima in your head.

Said male had gone quiet, his heart dropping all the way down into his stomach, the weight feeling like a bowling ball. Wait… Do… Do you have a crush on Bakugou?! “Oh… um… he-he sounds like a lucky guy,” Kirishima responded, trying to keep the tremor and disappointment out of his voice.

Dammit, am I too late? Kirishima cursed his reluctance at approaching you with his feelings.

“W-...What about you? Do you like someone?” You asked, heart hammering in your chest in anticipation to his answer.

“Yes,” he said, causing your heart to stop.

“What’s she like? She’s gotta be amazing for you to like her,” you tried to keep your voice cheery, happy that your best friend had found someone, but a whimper threatened to spill past your lips as tears gathered against your lower lashes, your bottom lip wobbly.

“She’s so amazing. She’s strong, and kind, and sweet, and she’s probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing,” Kirishima gushed, a dreamy look on his face. “She does (insert hobby 1), and (insert hobby 2), and she’s so good at it. And she can make some really delicious food, though she swears up and down the road that she’s not that great of a cook, but I can’t help but love every single bite of it.”

“That’s… that’s great,” you said, unable to keep out the tear-filled tone out of your voice.

“Wait, are you crying?!” Kirishima panicked.

You sniffled, hugging yourself tighter, “No.”

Kirishima stayed quiet for a moment. And deciding to be a man and take that leap of faith, he continued, “Though, I admit, she is a little dense.”

That caught you off guard. “Huh?”

“I mean, you would think she’d at least notice a little bit how much time I spend with her,” He said, laughing out loud, partly out of nerves. “Or how no matter the hour during the night, if she came to my dorm crying, I would drop everything to make her feel better, and will do the stupidest shit just to see her smile and laugh. Or how she is literally the sunshine of my life, and with her quirk, its just makes it even more true.”

Your eyes widened. Was he talking about someone with a quirk similar to yours? No, it couldn’t be, there was no possible way he was talking about you, it must be some huge coincidence.

“Or how whenever we go stargazing with each other at night, I have never looked up at the sky, not even once, before. No star, or constellations that she makes up could ever compare to the stars in her (e/c) eyes. (Y/N)... you’re just so perfect, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be good enough for you.”

You whipped around so fast, you actually tripped over the clothes that were scattered at your feet, causing you to curse as you fell, hitting you head against the wall of the dressing room with a rather loud thud as you fell right on your bottom.

Hearing the loud, resonating thud, Kirishima panicked and went into hero mode, rushing to pull back the curtain to see if you were harmed or not. Quickly finding you on the floor, tenderly rubbing the back of your head, your expression pinched with slight pain.

“Hey, are you okay?!” Kirishima worried, kneeling down to your level with his arms outstretched as if to catch you should you fall over all of a sudden.

“Yeah, just banged my ass and head is all,” you groaned, still tenderly rubbing the sore spot, sitting up more.

“Here, let me check your head.” Before you could protest that you were perfectly fine, Kirishima gently cradled your head and tenderly pushed your head forward so he could check out the damage that had been done. You instantly shut your mouth, your cheeks blooming into a rosy color at the close proximity, smelling his natural scent coming from his bare skin. “Well, you have a slight bump but that’s about it,” he concluded, letting your head go. “But I don’t know if you’ll end up with a concussion or not.”

You shoke your head, saying in a soft voice, “I doubt it. I’ve hit my head harder on missions.”

Once he was sure enough that you would be alright, it was then that he noticed what you were wearing and he couldn’t help but blush. It was a one sleeved crop top that showed a moderate amount of clevage, the end of it reaching above your cute belly button, and it was such a nice shade of red, almost reminding him of his hair color.

“That’s uh… That’s a really nice blouse,” he complimented, suddenly flustered at how beautiful you looked along with the blouse you were currently wearing looking up at him through your hair which was hanging down, eyes big and doe like.

Completely blanking on the compliment thrown your way, you continued to stare at him in awe as you processed what he had said earlier. “…Did you mean what you said?”

“Oh, uh,” his hand shot up to rub his neck nerviously, chuckling. “Well yeah, of course. It would be pretty unmanly if I lied. And… it would be pretty unmanly for me to not tell you how I feel about you.”

“H-How you feel…?” Kirishima prayed that that sparkle in your (e/c) eyes was hope as you subconsciously leaned closer to him in anticipation.

“I’m just- I’m gonna just come out and say it,” Kirishima said, more to himself though as to encourage himself. Taking a deep breath, reached out and ever so gently held your cheek as though you were fragile and can break at any moment, and looked into those sparkling (e/c) eyes he loved so much. “I really, really like you (Y/n). For a long time now.”

Tears gathered in your eyes as a brilliantly bright smile spread across your beautiful face, rivaling the sun. “Really?”

“Yes really,” Kirishima confirmed, your bright smile bringing forth a bright grin of his own.

“Am I dreaming?” You giggled nervously, hoping to god that he wasn’t pranking you or anything. It all seemed so surreal and like a dream. “You actually like me?”

Kirishima laughed. “I’ll even go as far as say I love you.”

You leaned forward until your forehead bumped with his hard chest, clenching your fists against him. “This isn’t a dream…” you whispered happily. “You actually like me.”

“And I would be just as happy if you will have me as your man,” Kirishima muttered into your hair, bringing his arms around you in a hug.

“Yes!” You didn’t hesitate in accepting his proposal. You squealed in delight as Kirishima squeezed you tight in his arms, rocking the both of you back and forth.

Pulling away, you were blinded by his bright grin. “Let’s go to the movies!”

“What, right now?” You giggled, wiping at your tears.

“Yes! We can do a movie and dinner date! I know the food court isn’t probably the most appealing, but I want to take you on a date right now, especially in that amazing outfit you have on now,” Kirishima rambled, his excitement reminding you of a hyper puppy dog.

“Okay, let’s do it!” You couldn’t help but share his excitement, completely forgetting the fact that you had girl’s night later that evening and the reason you came to the mall was to grab snacks for it.

Right away, Kirishima helped you pick up the clothes that you were going to buy, in the process, finding and putting on his own shirt, insisting that you keep the shirt and wedge heels on for you last minute date. The both of you were practically jumping at the seams with excitement as you went up to the register. Being the gentleman that he is, Kirishima tried insisting that he pay for the clothes and heels for you, but you argued that you were perfectly capable on paying for them on your own, the two of you continued going back and forth as the cashier looked between you two as you argued who was paying as she tried her best not to laugh.

Ultimately you allowed to pay for the shirt you were currently wearing, the sleep shirt he found and the heels, but no more. As you paid the cashier for all the other clothes, you laughed at Kirishima’s grumbling, reaching up to kiss away his pout. After paying, you two had decided to stop by the theaters in the mall to choose and pay for a movie, and this time you let Kirishima pay. As you awaited for the time of the movie, you walked around sharing a pretzel as a snack as you continue doing a bit more shopping, with Kirishima also buying you a stuffed animal because what kind of man would he be if he didn’t buy you a plushie as a memento of your first date?

On your way towards the food court, you could hear Kirishima humming My Only Sunshine with a satisfied expression on his face. “Are you really humming that?” You laughed.

Kirishima grinned down at you, lacing his fingers with yours and swinging your arms. “I can’t help it if you’re the light of my life.”

[doiefy]

after party // lee taeyong

genre: celebrity au, fluff pairing: taeyong x gn. reader word count: 1.1 k warnings: alcohol

You’ve just wrapped up filming for your first full-length film—and it seems your co-star has something to say to you before it all comes to a close.

note: this is the after party for shadow, the movie taeyong and the reader featured in (i had to write this to recover from the trauma of writing the screenplay but anyways). there are very very mild spoilers, though a lot of the references might not make sense without the context of the film. 

It’s strange how vastly different your castmates are from their characters on screen.

Presently, the diligent assistant is ten drinks too far into drunken stupor, giggling to himself on the couch and having a conversation with—well, no one in particular; it’s probably just some remnant of the script still running through his brain. The alcoholic best friend to the female lead is busy coaxing water into a very drunk android, and the two sworn enemies are playing beer pong, downing cup after cup regardless of how the game is actually played. Across the room, Dejun sticks his tongue out at you, then feigns disgust when you lazily give him the finger. Dejun, he’s still the same.

And what’s stranger: sitting in a room in which all the other actors and actresses have had at least half a decade of experience in the industry. Blue Dragon winners, seasoned idols, the most eligible young talents of South Korea—although now that they’re all drunk, they could easily pass as anything else. And then there’s you. You and your first ever full-length film after dozens of short films on YouTube… it doesn’t quite register yet, that you’ve made it this far. You owe it to Dejun, you guess, for sending you a link to the auditions a couple months ago.

You sigh, downing the rest of your drink and settling back into your seat so you can take in all 1000 square feet of Mina’s apartment; you’ve been meaning to decorate your new place, and the pearly whites and golds of her living room bring all sorts of ideas to mind. You make a mental note to ask where she got that painting—

“Hey.”

You nearly lurch out of your seat, turning to see someone coming up the stairs. Your breath catches in your throat; Taeyong’s dressed in a white shirt and blacks jeans, hair swept back. Filming ended only yesterday, and yet he’s already dyed it back to its original colour. It looks good. Better than the red.

“This seat taken?”

You laugh. “You don’t see anyone else hiding up here, do you?”

The bookish assistant is a wild party animal, the alcoholic is the motherly one of the group, and the reluctant allies are actually in a long-term relationship, yet Taeyong embodies his character fully. Perfectly. The role was made for him, and when he sits down next to you, you feel as though you’re on set again, waiting for the cameras to roll. He’s charming in a quiet way, charismatic but humble, inconspicuous despite the numerous awards he has under his belt; two years ago, if someone told you you’d be acting alongside him, you likely would have passed out at the mere mention of his name.

“Parties aren’t your thing?” He asks casually, glancing over at your empty cup. He offers you one of the beers he brought up and reluctantly, you take it. You’ve only had one so far. Another will be fine.

“Trust me, I’d be passed out on the ground if I didn’t have a schedule tomorrow morning,” you tell him with a wry smile. “Showing up to ODG hungover? For an interview with kids? That sounds so wrong.”

“Nervous?”

“A little.”

He laughs. It’s a bright, cheery sound that cuts through the bass-boosted music, easing your worries a bit. A sign of unrestrained contentment, something unlike his screen character, who would surely be suppressing some sort of dark thought in this moment. “They’ll love you. I’m sure.”

“Thanks.”

You settle into a comfortable silence. Well, as silent as it’ll get anyways. Taeil has now gotten off the couch and is chasing Jungwoo around the room, yelling his lines. Yuta and Jisoo are trying to see how much beer they can put in a red solo cup before it overflows, like it’s not obvious enough. Finally, Taeyong sighs, looking over at you. Melancholically. Or maybe nervously. You can’t quite tell until he speaks, at which point you realize it’s the latter.

“Could I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

He takes a sip of his drink like he’s preparing himself, screwing up courage; you’ve never seen him like this, and it worries you, what he’s about to ask.

“I haven’t really told anyone about this,” he starts, stealing a glance at you before returning his eyes to the rest of your costars. Yuta waves at him drunkenly. He waves back. “I’ve been thinking about taking a break from acting.”

You certainly weren’t prepared for that. “Oh,” is all you manage to get out, and he gives a quiet chuckle.

“No, not like that. Not because of anything—” He breaks off, laughing. “I’ve just been… thinking about doing my own writing. Directing, maybe. Nothing too grand, of course, maybe a couple of shorts.” He glances at you hopefully. “I was hoping you’d be interested.���

“Me?!”

The word is out of your mouth before you can stop it, and suddenly you wonder if you sound like the main character of some sappy teen romance, the quirky hero who doesn’t believe in themself until their rag-tagged group of friends forcibly pushes them to greatness. You must look completely caught off-guard, a deer in headlights, because he giggles a bit, patting you on the shoulder reassuringly.

“Of course,” he says and his lips quirk upwards into a coy smile, something almost cat-like. It’s cute. “You’re wonderful, _____. Give yourself more credit.” A pause. “Though don’t feel pressured to. I know this is just the start of your career, and if taking part in some small project like mine might hinder your own goals in the industry—”

“What was that about credit, Lee?” You ask teasingly. He blinks. “I’d love to. Honestly, I’m not so sure if all this big movie business is really for me. Short films and community theatre productions… that’s where it all started for me. That’s where I’ll always be.”

“Don’t hold back though,” he says. “You have potential. I mean it.”

You’ve heard it from countless representatives, countless agencies, countless other actors. Meaningless words whispered in your ear in hopes that you’ll sign a contract with them. But from Taeyong, after working with him for months, after staying up night after night rehearsing with each other, you know it’s genuine.

“Thank you, Taeyong.”

He gives a soft laugh, and before you can register what’s happening, his lips brush against your cheek. The heat rises rapidly to your face, and you turn around in surprise. He meets your eyes shyly.

“It was a pleasure working with you, ____. I look forward to doing this again.”

You smile. “Likewise.”

[the-13th-rose]

Crossed Over - Chapter 2 ~ Who Are You?

Toga meets a rather tall vampire living in an old castle, the students find shelter, and Demongo runs into some powerful villains...

Characters in this chapter (in order of appearance): Amon (The Legend of Korra), Himiko Toga (My Hero Academia), Bela/Cassandra/Daniela and Lady Dimitrescu (Resident Evil Village), Mina Ashido (My Hero Academia), Charlie Emily/The Marionette (Five Nights at Freddy's), Tsuyu Asui, Tenya Iida, and Fumikage Tokoyami (My Hero Academia), Demongo (Samurai Jack), The Beast (Over the Garden Wall), Dr. Facilier (The Princess & the Frog), Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty), The Horned King (The Black Cauldron), Tomura Shigaraki (My Hero Academia), Oogie Boogie (The Nightmare Before Christmas), Yzma (The Emperor's New Groove), Licorice Cookie (Cookie Run), Apple Cider Cookie (Cookie Run oc)

(This fic is for mature teen and adult audiences for violence and some occasional upsetting subject matter. Nothing too bad in this chapter though)

Word count: 4,037

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"New forms of bending...a form unaffected by bloodbending..." Amon stood on the balcony of his "borrowed" room, looking over the empty city in the dim light of the sunrise. "I was a fool to ever consider abandoning my creed. Bending must be erased from this world..."

He glanced back towards the door, and behind his mask, his eyes narrowed. "But I keep my word. I will take your bending last..." He climbed onto the railing, and drew water from the running sink behind him, freezing it and forming a bridge to the roof of the nearest building. He cast one last look at the hotel, then walked across on the bridge. He then unfroze the bridge and continued his journey, carrying the water with him...

- - -

Toga opened her eyes and sat up, rubbing her head. She was getting real tired of passing out. Initially confused by her gothic surroundings, she heard the buzzing of flies and remembered what had brought her there at once. Three young women who could shape-shift into flies...she might've thought she'd dreamt it, if they weren't standing in front of her.

"Oh, look, Mother, she's awake!" Said the blonde.

"Isn't she just darling~?" Said the brunette.

"Can we keep her, Mother? Oh, please let us keep her! We'll take very good care of her!" Said the redhead, who Toga recalled was apparently named Daniela.

Behind the three women was a large, fancy chair, and sitting in that chair was a tall woman who appeared older than the fly-women, wearing a broad black hat and an elegant white dress with a low neckline. She was regarding Toga with a gaze akin to one selecting a cut of meat at the supermarket.

Not wanting to seem weak or useless, Toga stood up and tried to make herself seem as intimidating as possible, smiling wide and flashing her teeth. "I'm nobody's pet," she began. "I'm Himiko Toga, and I want to make friends! But if you're going to take control of me, tell me what to do...you'd better think again!"

The tall woman's red-painted lips curled into a smirk. "Yes, my dears, I can see why she caught your eyes." She remarked, standing up from her chair and becoming even taller than she had seemed before. "She's certainly a determined little maiden...and those fangs are quite eye-catching." The woman walked closer to Toga, and leaned down to her level. "My dear...Himiko, was it? Tell me...do you have a taste for man-flesh and maiden's blood?"

Toga's golden eyes shined. "Mmm, it's not bad~" she replied, thinking of the taste of blood. "I mostly just drink it to use my Quirk, though. I can take someone's looks if I drink their blood..."

The woman's eyebrows rose. "Interesting...I would like to see this 'Quirk' of yours in action." She stood back up to her full height. "Very well. Girls, she can stay. She may prove useful to us while we try to find our way back to our homeland."

The fly-women smiled and approached her again. "It's so good to have new blood in Castle Dimitrescu." Said the brunette. "Himiko Toga is such a pretty name~. I'm Cassandra, and these are my dear sisters Bela and Daniela."

"I want to hear all about you, Himiko~!" Daniela said cheerily. "Where did you come from? What's it like there?"

"Don't overwhelm our new friend, Daniela," Bela replied. "She must be tired from all of this excitement. Come with us to the dining room, we'll have a bite prepared for you."

"We're eager to play hostesses to our new guest," Cassandra added. "We're fresh out of human flesh, but we have plenty of other options for a hungry maiden..."

"You guys are creepy," Toga mused. "Good thing I like creepy. And I am pretty hungry..." She smiled. "Do you have hamburger steak?"

- - -

"Woah...this place is huge!" cheered Mina, admiring the inside of the building they'd chosen as shelter. "And...also looks like a hospital."

"I guess if anyone gets hurt, that'll come in handy," Charlie mused.

"Let's hope no one does, kero," added Tsuyu.

"It's a good place to stay for now," said Iida. "Hospitals are well-stocked with useful supplies and should have more than enough beds for all of us." He pushed his glasses back up on his face. "Alright, everyone find a bed and get some rest. We should stay close to each other to ensure that if someone is ambushed, we'll know right away."

"I can keep watch," Charlie offered, raising her hand like a student in class. "I...don't really need to sleep anymore. Plus my body was made to stop intruders and security threats. It's even got night vision."

"...Alright. Thank you, Charlie," Iida replied. "Everyone else, get some sleep. We'll need to stay sharp if we're going to find our way back home."

The students and Charlie walked further into the building, and stopped by a section with several rooms full of beds. Each one selected a bed for themselves and sat down.

"...I'm kinda hungry..." Mina spoke up after a while.

"Me too," added Tsuyu.

"I would like to eat as well," said Tokoyami. "Perhaps we can find some supplies here."

"I'll allow it," replied Iida. "Charlie, go with them. I'll stay nearby and gather other supplies for our journey."

Charlie nodded, and stood up to her full height, following the students closely.

Just outside in the hallway, there was a vending machine that was well-stocked. "It's not ideal nutrition, but these snacks will keep us fed for now," said Tokoyami.

"Yeah, but I didn't bring any money." Mina replied. "My costume doesn't have pockets."

"Neither does mine, kero." Tsuyu added. "Our money might not be good here, anyway, if we're in a different world."

"Hm...so you think we've been transported to a new world as well, Tsu? I didn't expect someone else to feel the same." Tokoyami mused.

"I can break the glass, then we could take whatever we wanted," Charlie suggested, interrupting the two students. "I mean...I know stealing's wrong, but there's no one here. I don't think anyone will miss this stuff."

"Hm. Very well," Tokoyami replied. "In this case, vandalism is a necessary evil. You may break it open."

"Back up, I don't want to risk getting you guys all covered in broken glass. That stuff hurts." Charlie warned the students, and they stood back. She swung her arm back, and punched the glass, shattering it.

"Man, she's got some serious force..." Mina said.

"It's a good thing she's on our side, kero." Tsuyu added.

And so the students and their new friend returned to their beds with a cargo of food, and spent some time talking amongst themselves before bed.

- - -

Demongo had opted to leave the city, since from what he'd seen, the place was utterly abandoned aside from the unfortunate blue-haired man he'd stolen the essence of. On the edge of the city was a vast forest, which he entered fearlessly despite the growing darkness overhead.

Apparently the new world was not devoid of life, as he saw and heard a few small animals scurry about during his walk through the forest. He was no longer desperate for essence, and didn't think any of the creatures were worthy of his rule, however, so he let them be.

A strange sound of singing was carried over to him on the wind. He paused, confused and intrigued by the sound. It could mean more essence to take... He smiled impishly and followed the voice, until it was so loud that its owner surely must have been very near.

"You are not the prey I hoped to attract," remarked a deep voice from just behind Demongo. The demon jumped at the sound and quickly turned around to see a figure completely cloaked in shadow who stood tall enough to look down upon him. The strange figure's burning eyes were the only part Demongo could even see. Which he thought of as a little odd, considering he normally had quite good vision in darkness and the flame upon his head provided light regardless.

"...Who are you?" Demongo asked the figure, eyeing him warily.

"I have many names," the figure replied. "The Bogeyman, the Wolf, the Darkness, Old Scratch, Mephistopheles...but you may call me The Beast."

"...I have not heard those names." Demongo replied.

The Beast cocked his head to one side. "Haven't you? I have heard of you, Demongo."

"Then you must not be nearly as powerful as I." Demongo remarked pridefully.

The Beast vanished and spoke behind him, once again making the demon jump. "Quite the opposite. Yet, in some ways we are alike. You consume souls for power...I consume souls to survive. Perhaps...we could serve each other."

Demongo arched a brow. "How so?"

"This is my forest. Inside my forest, I sense there are others like us. Bring them to me. I have an offer they won't want to pass. Your reward will be great."

Before Demongo could reply, the Beast vanished into the shadows.

Scowling, Demongo turned back and continued to walk into the forest. "This world holds strange spirits..." He mused. "Strange and annoying."

He kept walking through the forest after this, his flame giving off enough light to illuminate the area around him in a blue glow. "'Others like us'...but where?" He mused. "I don't want to search this forest all night!"

The sound of rustling leaves and grass on the ground alerted him to his right. He looked over and saw the faint outline of a tall figure standing at the edge of his light's reach. As soon as he looked, the figure turned and ran away, enticing him to follow.

The figure darted through the forest and weaved in and out of the trees, clearly trying to lose his follower. Demongo kept up with him well enough, flying around trees and reaching towards him, claws outstretched. Finally, he tackled the figure to the ground.

Having the figure at his mercy made him feel a strong desire to take his essence. He opened his mouth wide, fangs at the ready.

"Hhheyyy, friend!" The figure greeted him, chuckling nervously, his eyes wide. "I know you're probably mad about that whole escaping thing, but, see I ain't got a clue as to how I wound up out here! But seein' as I'm free and all, how about givin' me another chance? I'll make it worth your while!"

Demongo paused, confused. "...What are you talking about?"

The figure appeared confused as well. "You mean you ain't with the Loa?"

"The...no, I've never heard of such things." He replied. "You would be wise to fear me, but I sense there's been a misunderstanding."

"...Well, in that case, I don't suppose you'd mind letting me go?"

"I never said I'd let you go..." Demongo hissed, flashing his fangs. "You could prove yourself to be a valuable addition to my army...perhaps I will take your essence!"

"Now, wait, let's not be hasty," the man replied, smiling again. "I think I see what's happening here. You take souls to make yourself stronger, right? You're gonna be out of luck with me, then. The Loa already took mine."

"...You have no essence to take?" Demongo closed his mouth. "Then you made me chase you for nothing?"

"Listen, I'm sure we can arrange something, if you'll just let go of me so we can bargain like civilized people...and demons, in your case."

Demongo considered it, realizing that he had nothing to gain from attacking the man. "I suppose there are other ways of gaining allies..." He released the man and stood up. "Very well. Make your offer."

The man stood up and dusted himself off, then bowed to the demon. "Enchanté. A tip of the hat, from Dr. Facilier." He greeted him elegantly, before placing a top hat decorated with a skull and crossbones design upon his head. "There, ain't that a better way to greet a man?"

"I have no interest in your manners, human," Demongo replied. "What can you offer me?"

"I see you're a man of focus. I respect that." Facilier continued to smile charmingly. "To tell you the truth, I'm not sure if I can still call on the powers of my little friends. Things didn't go so well the last time we had a chat. But if it's power you're after, I'd be happy to lend my services of smooth-talkin' and charm. Like you said, there's more than one way to gain allies."

"...Hm..." Demongo smiled. "Perhaps we may even restore your power. Yes, yes! We shall become the most fearsome overlords in this world!" He cackled, lifting his arms to the sky.

Facilier began to laugh as well. "Alright, we're back in business!" He cheered.

A plume of green flame erupted from the forest just behind them. The two jumped and turned to watch the fire. "...Think we should be worried about that?" Facilier asked.

Demongo narrowed his eyes at the fire. "No...I sense great power..." He smiled wide, his teeth shining. "Come, Facilier! We shall increase our power!" He flew off towards the fire, cackling.

"Wait!" Facilier shouted after him, taking off into the forest behind him. "Slow down!"

The pair emerged into a clearing, in which two mages were dueling. One, a grand dark fairy in a dark robe and a horned headdress, the other a haggard lich in a crimson cloak with pronged horns that looked viciously sharp.

The dark fairy used magic of a bright, toxic green that crackled with power. The lich used magic of a deep red that sparked with savagery. It was a thing of pure beauty, such evil powers clashing. Demongo rather wanted to just egg them both on just to watch and see which one would come out on top, but the pair ceased their feud when they saw him and his new ally.

"And who are these two?" The fairy sneered. "Minions of yours, I presume? They look the part."

"Certainly not," the lich replied in a rasping voice that seemed to mysteriously echo regardless of its volume. "I have never seen the likes of either before. Though they appear more competent than my former living troops."

"Greetings, powerful mages..." Demongo spoke up. "My name is Demongo. The dealer of destruction, the merchant of doom! And I seek powerful warriors...such as yourselves."

"What my dramatic friend here is tryin' to say is that we're a few players short of a band and we were impressed with your skills," Facilier added, stepping forward with his charismatic grin. "Y'all can call me Dr. Facilier, and I'm here to offer my services. My guess is you're both findin' yourselves a little short on henchmen. That's a problem that Demongo could rectify."

“Yes, I possess the ability to capture and control the essence of the most powerful of warriors, or the most fearsome of beasts!” Demongo boasted, flinging open his cape to reveal the single skull embedded in his chest. “I have already captured one soul.” He took the skull in his hand and tossed it towards the two mages. It fell between them.

“...Merchant of doom?” the fairy arched a brow. “I’m not impressed.”

Undeterred, Demongo raised a hand and fired lightning into the skull. In a puff of smoke, the skull was replaced by the figure of a young man with light blue hair and dressed in all black. Now the mages seemed intrigued. 

“A necromancer?” the fairy mused. “Perhaps you may prove useful after all...”

“To raise the dead without the use of a magic artifact...” the lich mused as well. 

“Hey...” the man muttered, looking over his shoulder at his new master. “That’s a powerful Quirk...you’re going to control me just because your Quirk is more powerful? That really pisses me off...” He darted towards Demongo, hand outstretched.

“Stop.” Demongo commanded, and the man froze with his hand only inches from his face. “You will not harm your master.”

The man’s hand returned to his side, but he tried to raise them again, his eyes wide. “Die...” he snarled, straining against the supernatural command holding him back. 

Demongo simply scowled at him, then addressed the mages. “See how he is powerless to resist my will? I could take your most meddlesome enemies and subject them to the same control. What better way to destroy your enemies than to force them to be your underlings?”

The fairy smiled deviously, and the lich’s red eyes shone with intrigue. “Very well,” the fairy remarked. “You’ve caught my eye. If you are offering your skills to serve my evil, I will gratefully accept.” She slowly approached him, carrying a magnificent sorceress’s staff with her. 

“I was once the most powerful necromancer in the land,” the lich said, approaching the demon as well. “The artifact that allowed me to raise the dead was stolen from me. I have use for a sorcerer who can raise the dead without the use of an ancient artifact.”

“He is to serve my evil, you stagnant corpse!” the fairy snapped at him, raising her staff.

“I will gladly serve both of you, powerful mages...” Demongo replied. “There is no need to fight.” He raised his hand and the man he’d resurrected became black smoke with a mournful wail, and retreated back into the skull upon his torso. 

The pair exchanged a reluctant look, but the fairy nodded. “Very well. I see that we all serve the forces of evil. We would make for better allies than enemies.”

The lich merely nodded.

“I am Maleficent, the mistress of all evil.” the fairy introduced herself, standing tall and proud. “I must say, I’m pleased to have met the two of you, Demongo and Dr. Facilier. You’re both quite charming.”

“I am the scourge of Prydain. The dark warrior who leaves fire and desolation in his wake.” the lich spoke up. “I am known only as the Horned King.”

“Well,” Facilier added with a bow. “A pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty. And might I say, Mistress, you are lookin’ devilishly beautiful in this moonlight.” 

Maleficent scoffed. “Flattery will get you nowhere with me, Facilier. I prefer to let my underlings' skills speak for them."

Facilier's smile faded and he straightened back up, resting his hand over the top of his cane.

From the forest behind them, a deep voice echoed. "Well done..." The villains turned to see a shadowy figure standing at the edge of the treeline, his only visible feature being his burning eyes. "Greetings, servants of darkness. Welcome to my forest."

"What is it that you want from us, Beast?" Demongo spoke up.

"A simple matter, really." The Beast replied. "I only wish to see that the darkness is victorious. I have faith in all of you, and so I am offering my power to you."

"And what, exactly, does your power entail?" Maleficent inquired.

"Allow me to demonstrate." The Beast raised his arm, and trees began to grow exponentially, weaving around each other until they formed what looked to be a massive fortress. "You may use my forest as your refuge, and I will imprison anyone else who dares to enter. All I ask is that you spread darkness across this world so that my forest can grow, and bring to me your conquered so that I may feed my soul."

The Beast cocked his antlered head to one side. "Do we have a deal?"

"So you're gonna help us take over the world in exchange for sacrifices?" Facilier spoke up.

"That's right."

“Sounds familiar...” 

“Indeed,” Beast replied. “Though I assure you, I am far more forgiving than the spirits you sold your soul to. Would you rather try to beg them for your freedom, or earn it from me with the help of others?”

“You make a compellin’ argument,” Facilier replied, turning to the other villains around him. “What do we think?”

Maleficent stepped forward. “Very well. We accept your gracious offer, Beast,” she answered him. “We shall begin planning for world domination at once.”

“Excellent, Maleficent,” Beast replied. He motioned to a few trees surrounding him, and the bark peeled away to reveal a few new, unknown individuals. “These were trespassers. I was going to use them to sustain myself, but perhaps you could make use of them. Consider it a gift.”

Without another word, the Beast vanished into the night, leaving only the formerly imprisoned individuals stumbling and rubbing their heads as though unaware of what had happened. There were four among them: An elderly woman with a skeletal figure, a young man dressed akin to the grim reaper, a living scarecrow who clung to his side, and a large, plump monster seemingly made of burlap.

“You are now all under the rule of Maleficent, mistress of all evil!” Maleficent declared, bringing her staff down upon the ground and creating a loud clash. “Congratulations.”

“Now hold on,” the burlap creature shot back, his arms crossed. “What makes you so special that you can just boss me around?”

Maleficent scowled, and struck the tree beside him with a bolt of lightning.

The burlap creature jumped, and replied in a shakier tone of voice, “Oh...that. Um...I was just kiddin’. What’re your first orders, new boss?”

Maleficent smirked. “That’s more like it...” She jabbed her staff towards the new villains. “What are your names, and what can you offer to our new kingdom?”

“The Oogie Boogie Man, Mistress,” the sack monster answered. “Oogie Boogie for short. I can control bugs at will, build traps, and scare the livin’ daylights outta your enemies! Also, I put on a killer show.”

“Now that I have to see,” Facilier spoke up. “I get the feelin’ you and I are gonna get along just fine.”

Maleficent considered it. “Yes, how intriguing. You should prove quite useful.” She gestured to the old woman with her staff. “Who are you and what can you offer to our kingdom?”

“Yzma, your Majesty,” the woman smiled a rather discomforting smile. Her voice was like the purring of a cat. “The brilliant mind behind all sorts of potions and tonics. Things to cure you of all sorts of ailments, poisons to destroy your enemies, potions to transform someone from one thing to another, such as, oh, I don’t know, a flea for example.”

“Her witchcraft may be of use to us,” the Horned King said to the sorceress who had appointed herself head of their group. 

“Yes, quite...” Maleficent at last jabbed her staff towards the young man and his scarecrow companion. “You!”

“Licorice Cookie, your Wickedness,” the young man introduced himself with a bow. His voice was rather shrill, somewhat akin to Demongo’s, but not quite as hiss-like. “This is my loyal henchwoman, Apple Cider Cookie. I...initially mistook you for someone else, but I see now that you are not her. Yet you seem just as powerful...perhaps even more so. I am no longer permitted to serve her.” He seemed spiteful of whoever it was he was speaking of.

“I certainly hope that this is not due to a lack of competence, my dear,” Maleficent replied coldly, her voice almost an unspoken threat. 

“Certainly not!” Licorice Cookie retorted. “I am a great sorcerer! It’s not my fault she couldn’t see that!”

“You tell ‘er, Master!” Apple Cider Cookie chimed in with a gleeful smile. 

“Yes, a great sorcerer. I have studied for many years to hone my craft. I can raise those long dead and bind them to my will! My loyal henchwoman, on the other hand, has no magic of her own, but is an agile and ruthless warrior. Plus, she’s so loyal she’d never obey anyone but me!”

Maleficent brought a hand to her chin, thinking it over. “Your magic is quite similar to that of one who is already with us...but I suppose one can never have too many powerful sorcerers. Very well. You and your minion may join us. As may the rest of you.”

“We’ve certainly formed quite an alliance, Mistress,” Demongo remarked, smiling. “What should we do now?”

“Now...we inspect the fortress which the Beast has so graciously given to us.” Maleficent replied, pointing her staff towards the wooden fortress. 

(To Be Continued...)

[thefanfictionartist]

First Name Basis

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou X Y/N

Summary: After becoming friends w/ benefits with Y/N, Bakugou finds himself thinking about her more and more. The problem is they agreed that they couldn’t catch feelings for one another. If Y/N finds out, he’s totally screwed.

Word Count: 2.8k

Rated M for Mature; intended for 18+ audiences.

Part One

A/N: Requests at the moment are open. Please feel free to message me with your requests!

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Maybe the first sign was that he found himself infuriated when you called him Bakugou.

It felt.. impersonal, as though the two of you didn’t have some kind of sexual favor arrangement. As though you hadn’t touched every inch of one another behind closed doors. Like you weren’t spending hours of alone time with each other for the past few weeks. “Bakugou, do you have a pencil I could borrow?” You were whispering in a nearly silent classroom as everyone worked on an essay for finals, but he winced as though you had caught him off guard by screaming at him. At first, he wasn’t going to say anything. One of his spare pencils already extended out to your grabbing hand. His brow furrowed with a small pout etched into his frown, and his thoughts made his grip on the pencil linger. With a small tug, you noticed the seeming reluctance he had to give you his pencil. “I’ll give it back to you after class. Rela-” “Call me Katsuki.” He cut you off, finally retracting his hand after his statement. For a moment you’re too surprised to continue your classwork, the request coming out of the blue. You weren’t sure how to respond so you just nodded. For the rest of the class, you struggled to finish your essay, wondering if you should’ve responded properly or not. By the time lunch came around, you had concluded that even if you wanted to, you were too choked up with surprise to call him Katsuki at that moment. Plus, you hadn’t called him by his first name before. In fact, you were pretty sure the only time you heard anyone call him by his first name was in the first year of UA when Aizawa bothered with attendance, and the few times you saw his mom with him in public. A few other classmates had nicknames for him, but none ever used his first name. And as far as you knew, he hadn’t requested for them to.                                                           - - - - -

You sat down at lunch, a few hours after Bakugou’s sudden request, waiting for the rest of the squad to join you. Unsurprisingly, he was sitting next to you moments later, just like he was every lunch, with a bento box that was definitely packed by his mom. You could tell because of the notes she left. ‘Don’t be a brat!’ was written today on a sticky note that rested on top of his food. A small heart was drawn in the corner, causing your lips to curl with a smile. “Aww, Katsuki, your mom’s always so sweet!” You meant it. The fact that she always took the time to write out a special note for his lunch showed how much love she had for her only child. It made you a little jealous, with the lunch you had prepared on your own last night in front of you. Although, it wasn’t your parents fault when they had such busy work schedules. A scowl paints itself on his lips, even though Bakugou felt like smiling and laughing with a small spark of joy. 

“Shut up!” He yelled curtly. While he was embarrassed at the fact that his old hag had managed to slip another note into his bento, it was hard to focus on that when there was a more important fact that happened. You actually said his name. His first name.

His heart felt like exploding and he couldn’t thank Kaminari enough for coming to sit at the table to distract you after you giggled at his small outburst. It would probably be unfavorable for you to notice the effect you had on him. After all, he knew the rules of your arrangement. He couldn’t fall in love with you and you couldn’t fall in love with him. Otherwise, the late night stress relief sessions would come to an end. And you’d probably never talk to him again. That’s what scared him more than anything. Nothing was worth giving up the precious time he got to spend with you. Bakugou covers his mouth with his palm and leans his elbow on the table, inwardly cringing at his own thoughts. God, what was wrong with him? This shit was beyond sappy and he didn’t do sappy. At least that was what he believed at first. So he chose to attempt ignoring the extremely distracting thoughts he had about his feelings for the moment. And it kinda worked…

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For a while, he was able to push aside his personal feelings as he found himself focusing on integrating into the world of being a pro hero. Luckily, Fat Gum kept him busy with missions he could do solo. Occasionally, he worked with Kirishima since they had what Fat Gum called “Unattested Camaraderie”, meaning they had more trust in each other than any duo he’d seen; And that status of friendship with Bakugou and Kirishima wasn’t going to change any time soon. 

Since you and him left UA, you didn’t see each other as often. After about two months of only getting to see you once a week, Bakugou was uneasy. Perhaps a tad bit on edge. Somehow, you had managed to creep back into his mind, and no matter what he tried, it was impossible not to miss you.

A harsh sigh escapes him as he settles into the break room on the sixth floor of Fat Gum’s Agency. “Whoa Bakubro, you okay?” Kirishima, who was across the room getting himself water, looked at his friend with a deep concern. Even though over the years he had definitely mellowed out a bit, Bakugou was always such a ball of energy, explosive or otherwise; so seeing him look so exhausted was unusual for Kiri. He almost looked defeated, with the way his shoulders slouched and how his hands held his head over his lap. Bakugou doesn’t even glance his way. “ ‘M fine, Kiri.” He waves his right hand dismissively. “Just tired.” He seems to punctuate his sentence by laying back on the couch, eyes closed with supposed drowsiness. Kirishima gives him a skeptical look, but seems to take his word for it. “Alright.” The redhead takes a deep drink of water from a paper cup. “Well, if you’re up to it later tonight, Kaminari invited everyone to go to this new club downtown. It should be fun.” He can see the protest bubbling in Bakugou’s chest before he adds, “Y/N is gonna be there.” From his seat on the couch, Bakugou opens his eyes to glare blunt red daggers in Kirishima’s direction. He can see the sly look his friend gives him, and sighs again, combing calloused fingers through his spiky hair, which has become tangled and dirty from a long day of hero work. “Fine.” The blonde speaks through gritted teeth. Curse Kiri and his damn stalking. Why did he always have to be so involved in Bakugou’s personal life? Of course, Kiri wasn’t intentionally stalking. You just get to know people and their private lives a lot better when you’re roommates with them. “Be ready by 6:30. Kaminari said to be there at 7.” “I’ll be ready whenever I damn feel like being ready, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou grumbled before getting up to finally leave the agency for the day.

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Bakugou was ready to leave at 6:00 and anxiously tapped his foot until a neon sign reading ‘Boulevard 3’ hung just above Kirishima’s crimson sports car. In which case, he was forced to stop tapping his foot as he got out of the vehicle and entered the club. Unsurprisingly, he and his redheaded friend were let in immediately by the bouncer; past bunches of people who were packed in a line that would probably never make it inside. That was just one of the perks of being a pro hero. As Bakugou walks in, he can see the many other pros and sidekicks who have been let in for opening night. 

The music thumped in a way that made him feel like a second heartbeat, and the air was already humid from fog machines placed below the DJs platform. Rather than joining in with the sultrous dancing, Bakugou found his way to the bar.

He thought it would be much easier to spot you from here. 

And he was right.

There you were, on the edge of the dance floor. A skin tight black dress clinging to your curves perfectly as you danced.

Bakugou had no idea how long he was watching you for, but he couldn’t help it. You looked so carefree and happy. Like someone who had nothing to worry about except how much fun you had with your friends. 

At first, you danced with Mina. Spinning and waltzing around as silent giggles spilled from your mouth. The longer the night went on, the more people seemed to join you on the dance floor. And eventually you found yourself between Mina Ashido and Denki Kaminari, a sheen of sweat layering your body as everyone swayed to the music. 

Your hands gently held Mina’s hips, and every once in a while you would lean to put your lips to her pink neck as you told her something; and she would laugh in response, pressing against you as the music pumped through her veins. Behind you, Denki grinded against the plush feeling of your ass as his hands wandered to whatever places of your body he could touch. You didn’t mind, given the setting, plus the fact that you knew him well enough to know he would back off if you wanted him to. 

But in the moment, you were enjoying how it felt to dance between two of your friends. You were thriving off of it because the music made you feel electric and alive. 

And Bakugou hated it. 

He hated watching you dance with Dunce Face and Raccoon Eyes. He hated the way Kaminari’s hands groped so greedily at your body as he shamelessly ground himself against you. He hated how closely you were bringing Mina to you. And most of all, he hated the fact that he wasn’t dancing with you. 

In a jealous flash, Bakugou finds himself pulling you by the wrist out of the club and into a much more private alleyway.

You look at him with anger in a way he had never seen you before. 

“What the hell! What’s wrong with you?!” You yell at him and he almost flinches at your words. “You can’t just pull me away to fuck when I’m having fun with friends!”

Bakugou looks at the ground, contemplating why he had done that without a plan and, meaning to apologize, he responds, “Just friends, huh?” His normally loud voice comes out in a mumble. “Dunce Face seemed to have a little more than ‘just friends’ on his mind.”

For a moment, you feel like slapping him. 

“Are you kidding me?” You settle for just glaring at him as you wait for an actual explanation. After a few seconds, your expression softens. Why does he look so.. Sad?

“... I’m sorry.” The apology coming from his mouth makes your jaw drop.

“Wh-”

“I was jealous.” Bakugou finally looks up at you to see that your fury has been replaced with confusion. “Don’t fucking make me repeat that. You heard me, alright?” His red eyes find their way back to the ground again.

God, he messed up. He messed up bad. 

But at this point if he didn’t confess, he was gonna explode.

“I think..” He pauses and winces before saying what he had to. “I think I’m in love with you, Y/N.” He expects you to punch him and tell him ‘it’s over’, that you would never speak to him again. Instead, you stand and stare at him, an unreadable expression on your face. So he continues, ready to outline the terms of your agreement for himself. 

“I know, I know. That means what we’ve had is over.. My dumbass went and fell in-”

You cut him off by standing in front of him, your eyes on his as you utter the words, “Kiss me, Katsuki.”

It takes a second for his brain to recircuit and process your words. Before you know it, his lips are on yours, fervently kissing you with a passion you haven’t felt from him. It makes you melt into his hands as they guide themselves around your hips and waist to push you against a concrete wall. 

His knee finds its way in between your legs so that his well muscled thigh can rub against you.

He pulls away from your lips and kisses roughly along your jawline, nibbling gently until he gets to that one sweet spot on your neck that makes you moan so angelically for him.

“Mm, Katsuki..” You moan his name breathlessly as he abuses your neck with his teeth, leaving marks that would no doubt take days to disappear. You can’t help but grind against his thigh for relief that your core so desperately needs. 

Your moans echo softly off the walls of the alleyway the two of you occupy, but neither of you could care less about the setting.

Not when all either of you wants is the carnal desire coming from the other. 

One of your hands snakes down to rub Bakugou’s caged erection, eliciting a sinful groan from his lips. “Fuck-” Breathing heavily against you, his shuddering breaths cause goosebumps to crawl across your skin. 

Your fingers rush to undo his pants so that your hand can reach more efficiently into his boxers. 

As your bare hand touches his cock, he bucks his leg against you, giving delicious pressure to your clit and making you pause to enjoy the feeling. 

“I need you, Y/N.” He punctuates his sentence with a soft kiss to the junction between your neck and collarbone. Agreeing with him, you nod, unbuttoning his dress shirt faster than you ever thought you could, just so you can touch his skin. 

He slips your panties to your feet, letting one of your feet slip out before hoisting you up against the wall. 

Your dress rides up as you wrap your legs around his waist, settling your dripping pussy against the head of his cock with a small whimper. 

Wasting no time, Bakugou bucks into you, stretching you in that glorious way he always does. Except it feels much better to feel his cock without a condom smoothing the surface. You cry out, grasping his bare shoulders tightly as he finds a relentless pace for you. 

You moan his name, pulling him into a kiss while you’re sent into blissful pleasure. 

“I love you-.. too- Katsuki.” 

The confession makes his cock throb, the warm walls of your pussy enveloping him in a way that makes him curse. “Shit- I’m gonna cum.”

You nod the best you can, whimpering a small, “Me too.”

“Cum with me, baby.” He prompts, and moments later your walls flutter around him tightly while you moan in ecstacy. 

“Fuck!” 

Bakugou grunts, his cock twitching in your warm hole. You can feel a hot liquid fill you in spurts and can’t help the small whine of pleasure that leaves you as his cum covers your sensitive walls. 

Both of you still pant heavily when Bakugou places you on your shaky legs. He slips himself back into his pants and you just get done with adjusting your own clothing when you hear a loud “OH!”

Turning to the end of the alleyway with surprise, both you and Bakugou redden when you see Kirishima standing at the end. His sharp-toothed grin gives away that he knew exactly what had just gone down. You flatten your hair abashedly as Bakugou berates his roommate. 

“Oi! What the fuck, Shitty Hair!” 

He stomps to the redhead angrily, probably intending to push him back into the club, when Kirishima reaches into his pocket to grab something. 

Before Bakugou can reach him, he throws car keys at him. 

“Take my car, Bakubro. I’ll catch a ride home from Mina or something.” Bakugou grabs the keys, which fell unceremoniously to the floor, and when he looks up, Kirishima is already gone. 

“Damn Shitty Hair..” He grumbles as he walks to you, although he seems to fall back into a favorable mood with you closer to him. “Let’s get you home.”

You smile, unconsciously gnawing your bottom lip, which was already swollen from Bakugou’s own teeth. “I could always spend the night at your place..” Nonchalantly, you readjust the collar of his shirt before buttoning the bottom of it. 

Your eyes meet his and you lean in as he smiles in an uncharacteristically soft way. 

“It wouldn’t be bizarre for a girlfriend to spend the night with her boyfriend now would it?” For a moment, Bakugou just appreciates the fact that you called yourself his girlfriend. Then he appreciated the way you look after you’d been fucked. 

The way your cheeks flushed. The way the hickeys on your neck started to become purple. The swollen look of your lips after kissing so intensely.

But most of all, he appreciated the way your eyes seemed to light up when you looked at him now. It was strange that he never noticed before. 

“No. No, it wouldn’t be.” He answered before giving you a gentle kiss.