#saw the purple bottle and immediately put them side by side

[tumblerbycake]

“hey burr do you think in another universe we’re just two bottles of soap”

“hamilton wtf”

[keegansgf]

"pink is nice"

pairing: Valeria Garza x fem reader

synopsis: some domestic fluff backstory on Valeria's pink nails.

word count: 1.3k

tags: domestic bliss, fluff, silly wlw brainrot

A/N: Have you ever noticed Valeria has pink nails?? I have so many headcanons about her because she's just my little silly goose. Yes, she's 100% an artist and yes she has awful seasonal depression. I also think the y/n I've made for her is a beautician who does her hair and nails. Hashtag Valeria apologist lifestyle.

"Sorry that I don't have any more colors! I thought shades of pink, yellow, green, and blue would be cute for spring." You said while Valeria looked at your relatively empty nail polish organizer. "You could go with your usual picks too."

Her brows furrowed, eyes squinted, and she stood with arms crossed, deep in thought. Never have you seen someone so decisive with nail polish– it's cute, though! The people around Valeria could never see her in such a normal state– thank god you were able to witness this. You spaced out and stared at the organizer until she snapped you out of your trance.

"Pink is nice. I think I'll go with that." She kissed your cheek and handed you the nail polish, base coat, and top coat bottles. You fixed the throw pillows on your shared bed for extra cushion, one for you and one for her. She sat beside you in her spot, putting the polish next to you and handing you a nail file.

"You think you can shape them down? I think they're a little overgrown for work." She laughed while pushing her stray hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

"In your terms, they are. I hate filing them down, though... you have such pretty nail beds."

"I wouldn't be able to do my job properly with anything longer, but thank you for the compliment, amor. Sweet as always."

You jokingly groan at her response, continuing to file down her right hand. You both sat in a comfortable quietness, the occasional dog barking or car driving by being the only interruptions. Valeria darted her eyes around the room before circling her sight back to you, the floor, then to her hands. By now, you were working on her base coat. Her focus returned to you when you broke the silence.

"When we first met, I saw you as a purple gal. It's a very royal color historically– it fits you." You said, observing the bottle of hot pink nail polish beside you.

"Really?"

"Mhm. You usually don't pick bright colors, so it surprised me when you chose this. What's the switch up today?" Valeria bit the inside of her lip and looked to the side, trying to come up with an answer. If she had to be honest, it was just a pretty color– one of her favorites, too. She does understand where you're coming from, though. Her nails usually match her everyday closet, which are neutrals and some hints of blue from her jeans, so she opts for either black or shades of nude. They're colors that don't stand out too much but still make her feel pretty wearing them.

"I felt a little special. Spring is here, so it feels less dead, unlike winter. Plus, our anniversary is coming up! I'm in a good mood," She used her free hand to pet your head, not wanting to mess you up by shifting to kiss you. "I think a bright color fits how I feel right now."

 You smiled at her genuine happiness. It was rare for Valeria to come home without stress, walking in carrying her anger from a mistake her employees made or a mistake she made herself. Whenever that happens to be the case (which again, is frequent), she isolates herself immediately. Despite her line of work taking a fair amount of collaboration, she works by herself most of the time. That left a lot of speculation about what 'El Sin Nombre' was truly like, and not who Valeria Garza was under her work mindset. It amazes you that you were able to get to know her with how distant she was with the people around her. You're surprised she even wanted to date you– let alone marry you.

"As long as you're happy, I'm happy, love. Speaking of our anniversary, what do you wanna do?"

"Well... I think we could both benefit from going outside. How does dinner sound? We can still cook breakfast and lunch ourselves. I know you like spending our mornings together." She giggles.

"You know me so well." You laughed, finishing the base coat, and started with the main event; the hot pink nail polish chosen by your wife.

"It really is a nice color. It makes me forget the seasonal depression we both got out of." She said, examining the sheer first layer. She was right about the seasonal depression. You both get tired during December, then exhausted trying to start the new year correctly in January and February. It starts getting better in early March when you're finally caught up with life, and the pace quickens to prepare for spring.

"Now you have me wanting to use pink too. I might go with a lighter shade so we can still match."

After about three coats, you were finishing off Valeria's nails with a glossy top coat. She looked at her other hand which was drying to admire your work.

"Good job as always, amor! When can I not trust you with my nails? Thank you."

"It's nothing! Plus, it's been a while since you've taken some time for yourself." Valeria clicked her tongue and sighed, knowing what you were referring to.

"I know, I know. I missed being home, too." The only con to being married to her; she's rarely able to be home, especially nowadays with her bigger plans. As much as you appreciate the precious texts and phone calls while she's hours away from home, dealing with something work-related, it's hard to cope with life going on without her home. Your co-workers always see you mope around whenever Valeria is long-distance, and she's more serious than usual while operating away from home. You completed each other so perfectly– it was like tearing the sun and moon apart when you weren't together.

Every conversation you and Valeria had brought you closer; it was the reason you both took interest in each other from the start. One of the more hidden interests she had was art. She isn't into doing her own art– at least not often, but she could talk about how it impacts her for hours. You remember you were on a walk with her while admiring the street art of Las Almas after coming home.

"What made you start liking street art so much? You talk about it so passionately."

"Las Almas wouldn't be itself without the street art. I think it shows the community and the will of the people. I like it for that."

"Do you have a favorite piece?"

"Hmm... I don't think I could pick one if I tried. You're always my favorite work of art, though."

It makes you glad that she sometimes treats her trips as art tours, sending you murals in a new town she arrived in. Sometimes you think in another reality, Valeria pursued art and wouldn't be as stressed and overworked as she is now. But as long as she's happy with her life, all is fine. 

"Alright, they're dry- ah!" You got pulled into a hug while Valeria laid back on the bed, bringing you down with her. She peppered your face with kisses before deeply kissing your lips and burying her face in your neck.

"Thank you again. I love you." She said, sighing into you. You were on your sides facing each other while her arms were on your waist.

"I love you too. You're welcome, by the way." You giggled, wrapping your arms around her, enjoying her loving embrace. You stayed just like that for a minute, savoring the warmth before Valeria spoke again.

"Do you want to get snacks and watch a movie together? I call it an early anniversary celebration." She said while getting up on her elbows and giving you a wink. "I may have been able to work a little extra last month to be around you more."

"Of course, I want to." She got off your shared bed, helping you up to go pick movie snacks with her.

"Alright, let's go. This week will be just for us, I promise."

[aetherdoesthings]

hello! good night! i was scrolling down and i saw your post about requests... and i was going to ask if i could do one even though i didnt follow you before realizing you were the luffy angst writter!!! that i follow for that series/three-shot!!! anyways;

could you do something about a reader (f! or gn! reader, the one you prefer) getting a tattoo? (a tramp stamp to be more specific, if you can) with robin, shanks, luffy and crocodile? it can be platonic or romantic/suggestive! i had the idea of getting one for a little while and i couldnt resist the temptation of having some thoughts w/them...

thank you very much! i love your writing! 💖

elo aequarea! thank you for the compliment 🫶🏻🫶🏻! unfortunately i've put the luffy angst fic on hiatus until i decide to finish off y/n fate.

forethoughts: sickness update- i can breathe through my nose now! but i got a stupid cough and sore throat still :(. yes i'm still sick and writing with a migraine. thanks for all the wishes and lovely messages you've given me <3! going back to sleep after posting this.

notes: this is my first time writing for shanks and crocodile, so apologies if inaccurate or not good. all gn!reader, smut-ish for crocodile and robin.

Robin

When you told Robin you wanted a tramp stamp, she didn’t make any comments, and only wanted to know your reason behind it. She saw her fair share of tramp stamps back at her time in Baroque Works; she wasn’t shocked at the concept of it. She was rather intrigued at your desire to have one.

After learning why you wanted one, she grabbed her stuff, and took you to the tattoo shop to get one for you.

She knew you weren’t that good with pain, so the entire time you were getting your tattoo, you squeezed her hand, while she nonchalantly read a book. 

Robin didn’t care that her fingers were turning purple, she was reading her book.

She’d occasionally smile at you and give you some words of encouragement, squeezing your hand back before getting back to her book.

Once you were done, she’d coo you and help you recover, making sure it doesn’t get infected or smushed, giving you the best tattoo aftercare ever.

Once it was fully healed, she’d use it to tease you, brushing a finger over it, knowing you’re sensitive in that area. She’d tease the living daylight out of you in bed, making you cry out her name to stop the teasing.

Shanks

Shanks would first be confused by what a tramp stamp is, but once he digs into his memory, he remembers what it is and what it means.

He’d 100% want to choose the design or be a part of choosing the design because if he’s going to stare at it all day, he’d want it to be a beautiful sight.

As you’re getting your tattoo, he’s by your side, telling you a bunch of stories about his days on sea, trying to distract you from the needles poking into your skin. 

He ignores your cries and screams and his fingers turning purple simply by raising his voice over your screams.

Once you were done with your tattoo, Shanks immediately turned into a father figure, caring for you and treating your tattoo until it was fully healed.

Once it was fully healed, he’d always make sure to make a comment about it, especially in bed. He’d show it off to his crew and friends, boasting about how his partner got a tramp stamp for him (you did not get a tramp stamp for him).

All in all, Shanks adores the tattoo and loves it on your body, and maybe if you convince him with two bottles of alcohol in his system, he might get one too.

Luffy

100% when you tell Luffy you want to get a tramp stamp he’s gonna get it with you.

Boy doesn’t even know what it is, he just wants to match with you and get the same tramp stamp.

When it’s time to get it, he sits on the chair next to you, holding your hand to comfort you as you were both getting the tramp stamp. 

Little did you know he’d be the one squeezing the blood out of your fingers when the tattoo started.

For someone who’s fought a warlord and the World Government, he was squirming in his seat, waiting for the tattoo to end. 

Once it did end, he was thrilled and hyped, since the two of you got matching tattoos.

Oh, the poor Straw Hats who had to listen to Luffy yap about the tramp stamp and how it matches with yours.

Crocodile

Crocodile really didn’t care when you told him you wanted a tramp stamp. He was busy with his work, still trying to take down Alabasta and making sure it was a foolproof plan. 

He wasn’t also a fan of getting a tramp stamp, since he knew what it meant and he didn’t want the world to know his partner was associated with promiscuity.

He relented eventually, after you brought Miss All Sunday to join the argument, as Crocodile had no choice but to let you get the tramp stamp.

You went to the shop with Miss All Sunday, since Crocodile didn’t want to be seen with you inside a tattoo shop getting a tramp stamp, but he didn’t want you to go alone with you would be in danger, so he sent Miss All Sunday to go with you.

You got the tattoo with the woman, talking about some random things to pass the time. 

Once you were done,  you showed Crocodile, who initially had a strong reluctance in the tattoo.

But now that you got it, he was in love with the tattoo. He loves to use his hook to grab your waist, running the hook against your tattoo, loving your reaction and how it looked against your skin.

Yes he will use his hook to grab your waist while he’s pumping into you from behind and calling you a whore and living up to your tattoo.

[mikkokomori]

Memory Entry - 1/3

Aubrey's Mistake

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How long has it been?

How long has she been mourning the death of Mari?

She didn't know.

It felt like years, yet barely any time has passed since her funeral. The lone piece of paper hanging there read DECEMBER– only two and a half months.

Aubrey lamented.

Two and a half months.

Two and a half months had passed, and no one had come to comfort her. Her mother mourned– though not on the death of Aubrey's older sister figure.

Aubrey would watch as her mother sat alone at the dinner table, the beer bottles beginning to accumulate on the side. Only a mop of hair lay on the table, the probability of her passed out from drinking too much was very likely.

Aubrey looked at the plushie in her hands; its purple pigment seemed to have been sucked out as she sat in the dull living room. Mr. Plantegg brought her no comfort as it had before. No warmth came from it.

Lifeless.

Dull.

Aubrey stared at it for a very long time.

No one came to comfort her. Was she the one who had to seek it out then?

Her small hands gripped at the sides of Mr. Plantegg, trembling before setting it down on the couch.

No.

No, she can't hurt him. He's her favorite plushie.

Aubrey sighed.

She'll go see Basil. He's always been there, way before she met the others.

He'll understand, she thought.

He won't mind.

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The walk to his house felt suffocating.

It'll be okay soon.

He'll make everything better.

He'll hold my hand through this, just like always.

Thoughts floated in her head as she finally walked down the path to his door. It stood lifeless, yet there was a warmth emanating from it, a warmth she yearned as the vibrancy of the house's colors glowed under the afternoon sun.

Basil has always been there for me.

Aubrey stood in front of the door for several minutes. She breathed in.

Basil always makes things better. He's kind. He's always cared about me. He's always comforted me.

The door creaked open. Aubrey took a step back.

It was Basil.

"Basil!" Aubrey immediately exclaimed in an awfully cheerful tone. "I was just coming to see you!"

Basil seemed to jump as he looked at her with surprise. A somber expression lay on his face once he realized it was Aubrey, a small smile on his face.

"Oh… Hi Aubrey! Did you need something?"

Need something… is he busy?

"Well, I was wondering if maybe we could hang out today?" A hint of hopefulness in her voice. "U-unless… if you're busy right now..?"

Basil blinked for a few seconds before hesitantly nodding.

"N-no no, it's fine. I was…" going to go over to Sunny's house. "...going to go out…for a walk…"

Aubrey nodded solemnly.

She knew already. Ever since Mari's death, Basil has been going to Sunny's place every day. She always saw him leaving the boys house– it wasn't a secret to her.

"Is it okay if I come in?"

"....sure."

He opened the door wider for her, taking a few steps back to allow for some space between them as she entered.

Aubrey's eyes looked around his house, the familiar comfort of it all relaxing her tense shoulders. Despite having been here countless times, she couldn't help but feel the burst of pleasantness everytime she entered. A home away from home.

"What…do you want to do?"

Aubrey turned to look at her friend who had spoken, watching as he slipped off the shoes he had just put on and setting them back on its rack.

"Hmm, well, is it ok if we could just talk? Y'know, like we do all the time!" Aubrey clumsily slid off her own shoes, handing them to the ever polite blond as he set them on the rack as well. "...maybe we could also look at your photo album in the meantime?"

Basil paused for a moment.

"Ah… um… I don't– I don't have the photo album with me right now. I left it…somewhere else…"

She raised an eyebrow. Why didn't he want to bring up that he visits Sunny's house?

"Oh… ok! That's- that's fine!"

"Mhm…" Basil turned to head to the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink? A glass of lemonade? Or just some water?"

Aubrey hummed. "Some lemonade would be nice. Can I have it with those cute straws you always get? Hehe…"

Basil fondly chuckled before nodding, opening a cupboard where the colorful straws sat there in a pretty flower cup. He observed through them for a second before taking out a nice pastel pink one.

"You can take a seat wherever, unless you want to go to my room?"

"Hmhmm… let's go to your room!"

"Ok then, I'll be with you in a second!"

With a nod and a bounce to her step, Aubrey headed down the small corridor to where his room was at. The green door stood there along with another, only a hanging plant separating the two.

Aubrey ripped her eyes away from looking at it.

Touching the cool doorknob, she twisted the handle and opened the door, revealing her friend's bedroom; neat and tidy, with some plants here and there and a bookshelf near his bed. A room that Aubrey couldn't help but envy a little, seeing as it was much cuter than hers.

Feeling bad about sitting on the nicely made bed, she decided to seat herself on the carpet. It wasn't dirty. It was clean, as if it had been washed recently.

She patiently waited for Basil.

He came in a minute later with a platter of sandwiches.

"I thought you'd like something to snack on while we talked… i-if that's okay with you…"

The boy's shy attempt at making her comfortable made Aubrey jump.

"O-oh! Yes, it's okay!"

They both quietly talked to each other, Aubrey drinking out of her glass of lemonade happily as Basil nibbled off a bit of the sandwich slice he had been eating.

A question gnawed at Aubrey's mind.

"Hey… um–" Aubrey began. "So… lately I've been seeing you at Sunny's house…"

Basil visibly tensed at that.

"A-and it's not like– like it's a bad thing! Really!" She said in a panic, a poor attempt at calming him. "Well– I just– I wanted to know why, exactly, you visit him so often now…"

Basil stared at her, his soft blue eyes seeming to dull at the question.

"... No reason…"

Aubrey's hand twitched.

Basil continued to awkwardly nibble at the sandwich's edge.

"Basil…"

"It's nothing, Aubrey."

"..........."

She huffed.

"I just– I don't understand why–"

"Aubrey, please don't-"

"Don't what? Basil, you never talk to me anymore!"

Basil looked at her, his eyes widened in shock at her sudden yelling.

"Sorry, it's just–" Aubrey set down the now empty glass cup harshly on the carpet. "I– it's just– listen! Ever since Mari's funeral, you never talk to anyone!"

A growing frustration ignited in her.

"Every time I see you, you– you're always at Sunny's place! And when you're not, you just– magically become too busy to talk to me! What is so important that you won't spend time with me anymore?"

Basil remained quiet.

Aubrey continued.

"It's Sunny, isn't it? It's always been Sunny for you– ever since you met him, it's always him..! Basil, I've always been there for you way before you even met him– so what is it about him that you would rather comfort him instead of me?! Why do you always visit him instead of me? Why do you–"

"AUBREY!"

The mentioned girl gasped as she saw Basil's unrestrained anger burst through his usual kind demeanor.

The phone on his nightstand began to ring. The boy took in a deep breath as he stood up, walking over to answer it.

"Hello? Ms. Kaneko?"

Aubrey quietly waited.

"Yes? Oh! Oh… y-yes of course… I'll head over… huh?"

She looked up, staring at Basil's turned back.

"...no– no, I…I'm not busy right now."

Shock.

He wasn't busy right now?

But then what of her?

Despite everything, he'd still choose the other boy over her?

"... Y-yes ma'am– I mean-! Ahaha… sorry… I'll… be there in a few minutes. B-bye..!"

Click.

He stood still for what seemed several seconds.

And then he turned his head.

"Do you want to know why I visit him so much?"

Aubrey tensed as the once gentle and caring eyes suddenly turned icy and cold, a hidden anger behind them.

"Everytime I leave, his mother has been calling me to ask when I'll be back– because Sunny is always having panic attacks and vomiting his food out when I'm not there! You may not understand, but I do! Sunny can't handle everything going on, can't handle being alone– you of all people should know that!"

She meekly lowered her head.

"Aubrey, you realize that Mari was Sunny's sister, right? If– if anything, you should know that the one who's suffering the most is him! Of course, you don't seem to understand that! You only care about your own comfort, all while ignoring that everyone else, that we, are also mourning over her! You're not the only one who misses her, Aubrey!"

The boy walked past her, opening the door to his bedroom.

"If you're going to attack Sunny over the fact that I'm trying my best to look after him, then I'm sorry, but you can leave now. I'm not going to let you hurt someone I care about when you won't even acknowledge that he's hurting too."

"B-Basil–" Aubrey called out in panic. "I-I just– I didn't– I–!!"

"....Please leave. Ms. Kaneko just called me to tell me Sunny woke up, and I can't keep both of them waiting."

Aubrey's mouth moved, trying to form a sentence–

And yet nothing came out.

She left Basil's house in defeat, with their relationship barely held by a thin string.

[nyxotiine]

Habits ~ VV

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A/N: First fic published, so I'm sorry for bad grammar and bad descriptions. Also, a fluff of dancing with Ville. Should listen to 'The first time ever I saw your face' by Elvis. ♡

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You watched the clock tick with every minute and every second, waiting for your fiancé to come home. You missed him desperately as he was overseas, touring with his band for months. You slouched on the couch, trying to keep your eyes open for when Ville walks through that door.

15 minutes turned into 30, then 30 minutes becoming now an hour. Your eyes were half lidded as each minute passed, fighting your sleep. Slowly, you drifted to sleep with the TV still playing and the lights on in the house.

You woke up at about 4 am to the lock on the door turning and jittering. You immediately straighten up and look at the door, hoping Ville was the one walking through that door.

“Sweetheart?”, he whispers with an unlit cigarette between his lips before he opens the door to peak into your shared apartment. He smiles when his eyes stares at yours. You get up and run towards Ville, making Ville stumble into the door. You rush to hug him to smell his scent and feel his warm body. He tiptoes towards the kitchen, still holding onto your hug, to place down a bottle of wine.

“I missed you too, darling.”, he wraps his arms around your body and sighs in relief to see the love of his life and to be home. He pets the side of your hair and kisses the top of your head. “You look so tired and so gorgeous. Did you sleep at all?”, he asks as he leans back to see your purple eye bags form under your eyes despite the biggest smile being plastered on your face. He takes his cigarette out his mouth for a moment to truly smile at you.

“I fell asleep waiting for you. I’m fine, I promise.”, you caress his cheek before placing a kiss on it. You lean back slightly before Ville pulls you into a kiss showing how much he truly missed you. His lips craved your soft kisses and pecks, his heart ached for your love and kisses while on the road.

“I would’ve just slipped into bed with you and surprise you in the morning if I would’ve known you’d stay up this late.”, he smiles before kissing you again, longing for the taste of your lips. He smiles in between kissing before you’re both giggling.

“If you did that, I’d have a heart attack for sure.”, you laugh as you still hugs him, your head resting on his chest. He puts his cigarette back in his mouth before lighting it from the lighter in his pocket. He takes a drag before blowing it away from your general direction.

“You’re starting to look and become like me, it’s a bad habit.”, he raises an eyebrow as he looks down at you rubbing your cheek on his coat. “Do you want to go to bed or have a glass of this fancy and elegant wine I bought for you.”, he smirks. He pats your back before breaking the hug and embrace.

“Oh, my sleeping habits are bad but here you are asking me to drink at 4 am.”, you smirk at him before you gets two glasses for them out the cabinet. Ville goes ahead and opens the wine, spilling a little wine on his finger. He takes out his cigarette, putting it in a nearby ashtray to burn on its own and proceeds to lick it off. You swore you froze looking at him in his oblivious seductive actions.

“It’s a drinking problem, not a habit. Just like your staring is a problem, not a habit.”, he laughs as he pours the wine into your glass first and then his. Your eyes revert to the glasses he’s pouring. “Yet you got glasses for us. You’re not helping my problem.”, he chuckles as he closes the bottle of wine .

“You don’t help my sleeping habits, Mister.”, you sighed as you held up your wine glass , his glass following. You clink glasses with him and take a sip with him. The wine was slightly bubbly and went down smooth with a hint of a strawberry taste.

You start to babysit the glass of wine as Ville continues to have more glasses. With every glass, he becomes more romantic and tender loving. He’d sneak in “I love you” in every conversation and stare at you with loving eyes every once in a while. He’d take short drags from his cigarette just to keep talking to you as much as he could. He was just really glad he was home with you again.

Next thing you know the bottle is half empty, Ville mostly drinking it as if it were water. You put the bottle away before he drinks the rest of “your” gift. You take his glass away from him, giving him a scolding yet playful look.

He sat on the couch, tapping his cigarette ash into an ashtray on an end table. The smell of cigarettes fill the apartment as you clean the wine glasses, you look up at Ville, seeing him look out the window for a moment.

“You know, you can come relax with me. I can take care of that in the morning.”, his voice was commanding sounding as he turned to look at you. He looked you up and down, before looking at your eyes with the slightest curve of his lip.

“Just like you take care of cleaning up after your collections.”, you cock an eyebrow towards him. He frowns and shrugs. You turn around to continue  after proving your point, a proud sigh leaving your lips.

Ville saw you in the kitchen putting dishes away again and decides to put on a CD on the CD player. He fumbles with the buttons until the right song came on. You turn to him in an instant as the drums play and you raise an eyebrow, “Ville…?”. Ville sways slowly in the living room with a cheesy grin on his face. You slowly think he might've drunk too much.

You hear Elvis playing, as if that would surprise you. He has a collection of Elvis  novelties and CDs. He’d play them so much you would know which album was on by one song. He smiles at you as he comes close to you. “Dance with me.”, he asks with a whisper. His hands gesturing for you to come over and dance.

“Ville, don’t you think it’s too late for a dance?”, you look at a nearby clock then turn to him. He shakes his head and stands behind you before wrapping his arms around your waist. He rests his head on your shoulder just before he whispers. His big hands resting on your hips, caressing them and your sides.

“Its never too late. I always want to dance with you.”, he places a quick kiss on her neck before swaying to the song again. You blush at his romantic gestures and sway slightly with him. You weren't a big fan of Elvis unlike Ville, making you awkwardly dance, trying to get a feel for the song.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you have more rhythm than that. You’re a better dancer than I.”, he chuckled softly before kissing the side of your forehead.

You laugh softly, thinking of how stiff you might look right now. “I’m trying, Ville.”, you mutter from your lips as you quickly up the pace and sync with Ville’s movements. The hip motions from both of you made you melt.

There’s a few seconds of him humming next to your ear, the vibration of his hums send shivers down your spine. Her heartbeat felt slow against your body and his signature cigarette smell engulf your senses.

“The first time ever I saw your face.”, he whispers in your ear as you both sway to the song, his grip tightens around your waist. Your cheeks heated up with every swing of your hips against his. His singing voice is slow and low as if he was trying to be Elvis himself.

“I don’t take you as a dancer.”, she smirks before he twirls her around to face him. He places one of his long fingers on your lips to shush you as you both dance. His longing gaze for you lingers as he quietly spoke, “I’m a jack of all trades. Just dance with me.”

“I thought the sun rose in your eyes”, he sang into you ear as his finger and hand fell back to your waist. The lyrics made you blush, especially with how Ville sings it. His crooked lips slant to sing the lyrics before turning into a bashful smile.

He takes one hand off your waist and holds your hand as you both now begin to waltz together. The dancing is now brought to the living room as the music and his singing fills your ears.

He continues to sing to you in a romantic yet silly manner. He definitely was an entertainer by the way he kept you up with this. His hand on your waist slides down you body almost resting on your ass. You give a sarcastic scolding expression before he moves his hand to your hip.

“The first time ever I kissed your mouth.”, he sang before giving a cocky grin. You cringe at his smile but more so on the lyrics. Why didn’t Elvis use the words lips instead. It felt like Ville could read your mind, following up your reaction with, “Don’t judge the legend.”

The song continued to play as you both laughed and giggled. “I felt the Earth move in my hand.”, he followed up. He looked deeply into your eyes before he went in for a kiss. It was passionate and slow. Painfully slow. He wanted to savor the taste of wine and smoothness of your lips.

“God, you’re so beautiful, I could just marry you on the spot. I won’t ever leave again, I promise.”, he said in a whiny tone as the alcohol messed with him. You smiled at him and shook your head. He really must be tipsy, he barely speaks to you so openly about his feelings like this.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in tight, his arms wrapping around your waist. You dance with him as he continues to sing in your ear. The night was full of singing, dancing, and kissing the living room. It felt like when you both first started dating each other. You took in this moment because he won’t believe it in the morning.

[hannahmanderr]

Ohhh new ship ask game. Paulina and Danny maybe?

"And... why do you want me specifically?"

Paulina flashed Danny her heart-melting smile. "Because! You've got a great shape for it, and you wouldn't want to let me down, would you?"

"Of course not," he said, trying to contain his sigh. Sure, he'd gotten over her more than a year ago, but he couldn't help it. He was a people-pleaser. Especially when it came to his people.

It still didn't mean he was totally okay with being used like this.

"Plus just think! The statement you'll make!" Paulina threw an arm around his shoulder and spread her hand across the horizon in front of them. "Picture it: some los- er, a lost soul finding their way because you, Danny Phantom, were bold enough to take a stand! How could you let an opportunity like that pass you by?"

To his credit, he didn't flinch when she used his celebrity name. After all, much to his (and Sam's) surprise, she had respected him enough to continue to call him Danny Fenton, unlike some kids, who for some reason thought they could just call him Phantom as he passed by in the hallway. Or even worse, the adults who would refer to him as Mr. Phantom, even if he was very obviously in human form.

But he couldn't deny the flashbacks of the shrines she'd built in her locker freshman and sophomore years. She'd torn them down immediately, of course, after the revelation, but they still burned a hole in his memory.

Plus she'd never actually admitted to having lost her crush on 'her' ghost boy. For all he knew, this was a ruse to get him closer to her.

Still though, Paulina was cleverly manipulative. She knew exactly what to say to tug on his core and make him want to give in.

He groaned. "Alright, fine, but this is a one-time thing, you hear?"

She squealed and grabbed his hand. "Oh, Danny, you're the best! I promise, if you hate it, you'll never have to do it again! I swear!"

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Well.

He didn't hate it. Surprisingly.

Actually, it looked really... pretty?

Sitting there, a half hour after Paulina had approached him, he rotated his hand, letting the sun catch the different colors in the polish she'd painted on his nails. At one angle, it looked like a deep, vibrant teal, and if he tilted it just to the side, it turned into a rich, shiny purple. Tiny sparkles covered the whole nail, reflecting like hundreds of itty bitty stars in a sky that he held on his finger.

"How'd you get it to do the multi-color thing?" he asked absently. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight.

Paulina was still bent over his other hand, working on painstakingly applying more polish. He didn't understand, considering she'd done that hand in the same holographic colors, but she insisted it wasn't finished. "I didn't do it. It's just the polish. Now cállate! I'm trying to concentrate."

Apparently she was very serious about her manicure skills. The way she shushed him, stuck her tongue out a bit as she worked, and moved ever so carefully, it all showed a dedication to the art that he had never realized was possible.

Another two minutes passed before she sat upright, nearly causing Danny to jump three feet in the air. "There!" she said triumphantly, putting the lid back on the polish bottle. "Tell me what you think of that."

At first, he couldn't see what she'd done differently. The nails were shinier than they had been - probably that clear bottle sitting to her side - but nothing else had changed.

And then he saw it.

Only on his ring finger, his logo, perfectly painted out onto the nail in white. It stood out against the purple and blue and green of the polish underneath and brought out the tiny stars even more.

His heart caught in his throat. Sure, he'd seen plenty of people wearing his logo in many different ways by now, but this... something about this was different. Maybe it was how he couldn't help but see the depths of space now at his fingertips. Maybe it was how she'd clearly spent a lot of time and effort making the logo look absolutely perfect, without a stray line to be seen. Maybe it was how instead of standing out loudly, garishly like he saw on so much other merchandise featuring it, it somehow simultaneously blended in yet stood out elegantly, subtly.

Paulina watched him gape wordlessly at his hand. She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a proud smile. "Told you it'd be great," she said with the confidence of someone who'd never doubted her skill for a moment.

She had every right to have that confidence, as far as he was concerned.

He looked up at her, still unable to speak, and her grin only widened. "Do you want me to do the other one?"

Danny immediately nodded, then stopped himself. "Would... would it be weird if I... left it on?" he asked quietly. He wasn't opposed to the polish itself, of course, but to walk around school, around town with something that wasn't really his? Even if he loved it?

Her laugh tinkled in the air. "Of course, silly! Why would I spend so much time just for you to get rid of it?" she giggled as she reopened the bottle.

Her grin didn't fade as she bent over the hand he'd been admiring. "Just wait till you see what other designs I've been working on."

"You have more?"

She glanced up at him. "Uh, duh. But... I suppose you said it was just this one time," she said with a sigh.

Danny blushed. "Well, I - uh, you know... I mean, maybe you could... um... again - only if you want to though! I wouldn't - I can't -"

Her laugh echoed across the field and up into the sky.

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~~Send me a ship and I'll write the first scene that comes to mind between the characters!

[faroreskiss]

The Power of Understanding / Part 6 (v2)

Rewritten/revised v2 posted on: 2023/09/10

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Chapters: Part 5, Part 7

Summary: You have been with the Chain for a while now, as their "scholar" and translator. You know everything about them, because you are from our world. But do they know the truth about how you can understand everyone? Random snippets of adventure of Translator!Reader and Linked Universe. Warnings: None, perhaps Teen. Very light mention of depressive attacks. Purple parts are English, or at least how Reader speaks to the rest of links*

In this chapter: You gain consciousness and you think back to the first time you tried to explain where you are from in Purah's lab. You blurt out secrrets. Teeny tiny Reader x Wild fluff.

It was dark when you opened your eyes. The crackling of the fire could be heard, and the air was still kind of crispy. You could see there was a full moon. Where were you? You remembered the introduction round from the other Links and then the headache…

You immediately noticed that some type of cotton was stuck in your nose. Ugh, uncomfortable. You took it out. The headache was almost gone, at least. You stood up in the bedroll you were in and saw two figures near you. Link and... the Link from the first game, (you decided to refer to him as Rulie in your mind, it was getting quite confusing) you assumed. He was quite skinny. He saw you shift and came nearby with a bottle in his hand. Link was still leaning by the tree, but he also came up to you the moment he noticed you were awake.

"Hey, you're awake, take it easy," Link said with concern in his eyes. He didn’t sound so foreign anymore, but a tint was still there. Rulie handed you the bottle he was holding and wordlessly gestured for you to drink it. He kind of kept his distance? Or were you imagining it?

"You should drink it," said Link. "It is apparently a potion to help with injuries or overall make you feel better or something? Not quite sure."

You reluctantly took it from him. "And how do you know this?" you raised an eyebrow. The words were not flowing easily out of your mouth now, it felt as if they threatened to disappear. Maybe it was the exhaustion.

Apparently, the Links were talking when you were out.

"We... realized that some words are quite universal. Rupee, potion, sword, and such. And some mimics. Long story… I kind of get them now," he chuckled.

"Okay…" you brought it to your lips. I mean, you were pretty sure this was another Link, so why would he want to hurt you? You drank it. It was VILE. The aftertaste was horrible. Really, it tasted like drinking expired and undercooked chicken's juices. Your face probably had a hilarious expression.

"Yeah, well, I can see it tastes great." Link was trying his best not to laugh while the others were still sleeping. At least the headache was now gone.

Rulie snickered. He still wasn't saying anything as he kept his distance. He examined you, coming closer for a bit before stepping away again, making sure you looked okay, you assumed.

"Well, thanks for that!" you told him in English again.

He just nodded and waved a hand, and you could swear there was a slight smile on his face. Cute.

"So… I guess you guys will have some questions for me later?" you continued.

He nodded at first but looked indecisive, almost as if he was trying to avoid using words. He looked puzzled too. You knew he could speak; you heard him during the introduction round. He just sighed and pointed towards the bedroll, tilting his head and putting his hands together under the side of his head – the gesture for sleep.

"Good night, then," you told him, smiling. 

He nodded again, this time giving you a faint smile, obviously glad that you were okay. He went back to the other side of the fire, where another Link was sleeping (Hero of Twilight, you guessed) and woke him up – a shift change.

You thought to yourself, how were you going to explain to them how you knew things about them that you shouldn't know about?  Meanwhile, Link had a puzzled look on his face, hearing you speak a language he didn't understand.

"Well, that was odd," you told him. "I could swear he was speaking earlier today."

"Yeah, was. I dunno. I can kind of get what they say now, but it isn’t super clear. Pretty sure I heard the word ‘Great Fairy’ though. Sorry…’ he seemed clearly upset about not understanding them properly.

"Hey…" you told him, "It's okay. Why don't you go to sleep? Looks like you haven't slept at all."

"Yeah, I will just lay down here, good idea," he started stretching a bit, trying to get comfortable.

"Uhm, why are you not using your bed roll?"

Now he looked a bit... shy? "(Y/N), between the two of us, we only have one bed roll... I had one in the Slate."

Oh. Oh.

He continued, sounding a bit awkward. "It's fine, I'm used to sleeping next to a fire or something, on the ground." He trailed off.

What a silly goose he was. It was almost as if he completely forgot what happened the night before. Well, in his defense, not like any of you talked about it yet... It was just like him to assume that it didn't mean he was welcome to share a bed with you anytime he wants.

Well, you would assume he could.

"Just... come here," you whispered softly, your voice carrying a hint of intimacy that hung in the air.

"..."

"Don't worry, I don't bite. We'll just sleep."

"Are you sure... I don't wanna assume..."

You really didn't have the energy to argue with him at that moment.

"Then don't. I don't want you getting a sore back later, so come here."

After a little bit of bickering and with his resistance finally crumbling, he scooted closer to you, and you could feel the warmth of his body against yours. It was a familiar and comforting sensation, one that sent a gentle tingle down your spine.

You made yourself comfortable, making him the small spoon this time. The closeness felt natural, as if you had done this a hundred times before. Some things could be discussed later, but for now, in the quiet embrace of the night, you both found solace in each other's presence.

The unspoken tension between you, the uncharted territory of feelings that had surfaced during the night you, Link, and Zelda had shared, lingered in the air. You were acutely aware of the depth of emotions swirling beneath the surface, but the circumstances hadn't allowed for a proper conversation yet. As your bodies molded together in the darkness, you held onto the promise of addressing it all when the time was right.

The moonlight painted soft patterns on the forest floor, casting a gentle glow on the two of you. The world around you was still, the crackling of the fire a soothing lullaby. As you tried to drift into a peaceful slumber, your fingers instinctively entwined with his, a silent testament to the unspoken connection that had grown between you.

After an hour or so, right when you were about to fall asleep, you both heard some shifting in the woods. You slowly sat up once again, waking him up as well.

"Sorry," you whispered. "Didn't wanna wake you up."

He just half opened his eyes. "What?"

You looked around, noticing that the bedroll of Twilight (that was an easy name now, wasn’t it?) was empty. Oh... just transformed for patrol, you supposed. Wait, is he still able to transform even after he put the Master Sword away?!

"Ah, nothing... I think he just wolfed out to have a look around," you said idly.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow, repeating his question once again. 

"You know, the guy with the pel—"

"Are you okay, (Y/N)? You sound odd,” Little did you know, he meant it literally. He would never interrupt you, usually. You sighed. 

Right. Whatever. You would have to have a conversation with all of them anyway; now you just wanted to sleep. 

You sighed. "I... yeah, maybe. Let's just sleep." you said as you stretched.

With light blushes appearing on his cheek, he pulled you back to the bedroll, and you snuggled back to him. 

You didn’t protest and just mumbled his name as you felt the comfort take you in its warm embrace.

As you tried to fall asleep again, you thought back to the first time you tried to explain where you were from in Purah's lab.

When you were still in the post-calamity Hyrule, the subject of where you came from was, of course, a topic. At first, it wasn't discussed as much since you were quite rattled and didn't speak the language.

Your clothes were odd. Your ears also weren't pointy like most Hylians, which disqualified you as one according to you, though there were other people in Hyrule with rounded ears like yours, so that wasn't really a topic until you got involved with the Chain.

When they took you to the four Great Fairies for the learning enhancement, as you called it, it was mostly fairy mumbo-jumbo nobody could make any sense of. You were so rattled you weren’t really able to pay attention to how Link and Zelda were speaking in the first place.First lucid thought you had that you still remember was that you noticed how each Great Fairy had this amused look on their faces. By the Three, they were enormous.

Only after the enchantments (which Zelda explained to you later), you were able to make out words that you could recognize. It sounded ridiculous to your ears, yet it was for sure a mashup between Japanese and English. At least, how your brain registered it. Zelda explained that from each Great Fairy, you have received blessings to “make it so that you understand, and make yourself understandable”. The sentence did not even make any sense. But again, here you were, in a supposedly fictional dimension, so who were you to question that? 

As time passed and you learned how to properly form sentences and explain yourself in the Post-Calamity Hylian (which was a bit challenging, but not impossible), you slowly settled in Hateno. Of course, a time came where questions popped up.

You did want to tell Link and Zelda the truth, but how could you explain what a "video game" is to them? So, in the end, naturally, your knowledge about the heroes of myth was questioned by Purah, along with your 'educated guesses' about the artifacts that were always the best explanations… ("Oh, that must be the tablet that explains the legend about how Koroks used to look like Hylian children?")

You technically never lied. You did openly say you are not from their world, though the word for "world" and "country" was pretty much the same, so you weren't sure if it was clear. Overall, you gave the following information, around the first year when your language skills were good enough to assist them at least:

You aren't from this world (evident also from your clothing when you first arrived, but you didn't exactly have your wallet or phone with you to show them).

Hyrule doesn't exist where you came from, but there is a lot of information about it and the heroes.

You even went as far as to say there are books, pictures, drawings, and 'interactive' stories about it that were made up by people.

In your eyes, it shouldn't even exist.

Your heart didn't let you reveal more, but there wasn't a single lie there. They just assumed Hyrule was something of the past in your world and that's why it was in all those books, stories, and entertainment. You tried to explain that it wasn't the case, but honestly, you didn't push back that much either. You thought it wasn't relevant anymore.

Then the topic wasn't visited again anyway. Link and Zelda were respectful, they were also aware of your depressive attacks. Life was calm, regular, and dare you say, 'boring' in those times. You were slowly rebuilding Hyrule together, with the ache in your heart yearning for your life back at home while still enjoying being in such a dreamy place like Hyrule.

And then you met the Chain (but didn’t the name make so much sense?)

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Notes:

*Colors are only used to help differentiate, so you won't see them much. (Hopefully lol)

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Burnt Toast and Vodka: Coffee and Face Masks

a/n: hi everyone! I decided to start a little drabble series with our bestie Yelena! Set in my universe of BTaV, it’s just a collection of fun little experiences with yelena and crew. If you have a prompt plz send it in!! I love this dynamic and i would love to keep writing for it. (If there’s another character you want to be besties with, you can send them in of course)

Burnt Toast and Vodka universe: Burnt Toast and Vodka Game Night (1) Laser Tag and Donuts Operation Pancake (The Plan pt1) Operation Sandra Bullock (The Plan pt2)

word count: 530

taglist: @sunshadesnrainbowz

warning(s): none - rusty writing maybe

Sighing, you absorbed the peacefulness of this moment. It wasn’t silent, oh no. Yelena and Kate arguing over the perfect shade of purple, Natasha and Clint arguing over what type of fruit exfoliates better, and Bucky with Sam in the corner, listening as the soldier explained different type of shampoo. You leaned your head back against the couch, sitting on the floor. You wiggled your toes, the divider between each one making it to where the paint wouldn’t smudge. You couldn’t exactly smile, the clay face mask tightening your skin so much you could barely blink.

“Hey, stop moving. Braiding hair is an art form Y/N.”

Tony exclaimed in faux anger, his fingers twisting your hair into his version of a French braid. You leaned your head back, stifling your laughter at what you saw. The Tony stark, wearing a towel wrapped around his head, glittery pink mask plastered to his face, while he crunched on the cucumbers he never placed on his eyes. The genius smiled at you sweetly before pushing your head back into an upright position with his pointer finger.

“Why would you put pineapples on your face Clint? Are you trying to break out?” Natasha’s incredulous cry silenced the room before everyone burst into laugher, except Clint who crossed his arms.

“The acid breaks down the dirt build up!”

“Yeah and YOUR SKIN!”

Natasha shook her head, waving her hands in the air. You chuckled, about to tease the archer when you heard Kate calling your name.

“Y/N, love of my life, sweetie-pie, tell Yelena that this,” she held up a nail polish bottle, “is plum!”

You squinted your eyes as you examined the color.

“Yeah that seems about right, what did you say it was Yelena?”

The blonde assassin looked around the room, mumbling something.

“Yelena, I’m all the way over here and I don’t have super hearing!” You joked.

“Navy purple.” She said, holding her chin up proudly. Tony let out a hum.

“That makes sense, it does give off a navy vibe. Did I used that word right?” He whispered the last part in your ear while Yelena did a little celebration dance. You gave him a thumbs up and laughed when he did a happy fist pump.

“I got the caffeine!” A loud Russian voice burst into your apartment, making everyone jump a bit. Alexi held two carriers full of coffee in his hand, showing it proudly to the group. Yelena and Natasha shook their head at their father but you, Tony, Kate, and Bucky all made ‘gimme’ motions with your hands, almost immediately receiving the hot beverage.

“Alexi you’re my favorite assassin.” You sighed out happily after taking a sip. Yelena let out a gasp, looking at you offended.

“That really hurts Y/N.” She said with doe eyes, blinking. You merely shrugged, taking another sip of your coffee. You were soon tackled by a blonde assassin, tickling your sides.

“Fine! Fine!” You laughed out, desperately trying to not spill your coffee, “You’re my favorite!”

Yelena sat next to you proudly, laughing as Tony playfully glared at her.

“My beautiful braid is ruined now, Belova.”

“Tony, whatever that was, it wasn’t beautiful.”

a/n: idk if this counts as a Drabble and i got off track but i really just wanted to share some little “domestic” moments between this friend group (I’ll write an one-on-one bestie fic with just yelena soon) thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!!

[fqiryspit]

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ; 𝐞.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠?

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summary: y/n went to bed to fall into a new world where she met a boy, Eren. every night she would spend with this imaginary boy, but what happens when one wants to stop dreaming?

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Chapter 9: 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢

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Eren Yeager x Female Reader. College!AU

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【ＥＲＥＮ'Ｓ　ＰＯＶ】

"breathe in and out"

inhale

exhale

"breathe in and ou-" "This shit isn't working."

I snapped and slammed my computer shut, cutting off the poor asmrtist that was just trying to help

you'd assume the storm outside would calm me down, but, just like that asmr channel...it did shit.

staring at the ceiling was always fun but I actually had to sleep tonight.

I have a date with Mina today.

I can't show up with eye bags and act like a zombie the entire time

I swallowed my pride and swung my feet to the side, walking to the bathroom with a flash of lightning to reveal the path

looking in the mirror I was so...

disappointed.

almost purple dark circles sit snug under my eyes with my barely-there freckles becoming practically nonexistent

I had my fingers run through my hair just for them to come out greasy

"disgusting" I mumbled before running a shower

while the water was blasting I reached out for the sink's nob, flicking it so water would start spitting out at me. My fingers held out in a pleading motion as the water slipped and filled up my hands, just enough for me to splash it on my face

mesmerized by the waters doings I looked back up only to see my features were clouded by the steam, I sighed and open my medicine cabinet, reaching for the orange bottle with the words temazepam staring at me

I reached for the bottle, popping it open with my thumb before letting one of the tablets fall into my palm. once more I turned on the sink and had water running down my palms before I mixed the two together and swallowed my remedy

I stripped from my sticky pajamas and hopped in,  warm waters shooting at me immediately soothed my muscles

my head hit the tiled walls as the screaming shower turned into muffled ringing, when I tried to take comfort in the wall by snuggling up to it like it was my pillow I snapped out of my weary fit and started washing myself

when I finished lathering lotion on my achy skin I put my pajamas on and leaped into bed

I cuddled with my pillow and fiddled with my sheets until my eyes got heavy

and when I opened them, I was somewhere else

I was dreaming

It felt so calm...I was in a field next to a lake. I look down to see I'm in dark green dress pants strapped on by a brown belt, and tucked in it was a white button-up that was rolled at the sleeves

my hair nicely pulled back in a bun, strands falling out perfectly as white flowers softly fell from the trees 

and then I saw it

or, I saw her.

there, in the valley of the trees was Y/n in a soft pink sundress, her hair neatly tucked back in a low bun with some fringe falling out.

there was my dream girl

it felt like my legs were failing me as I ran towards her, picking her up and swinging her around like in those classic romance movies

her giggle, damn her giggle was beautiful, I could listen to it forever and die happy

"Hi" I smile, her soft features hitting the natural light of the trail, her bright e/c eyes sparkling as I get lost in them

"Hi" she replies her glossy lips widening as she grins down at me

after a moment a put her down from my grip, she just stared up at me, waiting

"I missed you so much" I feel my heart skip a beat as I go over every part of her face, trying to remember each part that I love so much

"I missed you too eren" she slurred, my eyes immediately went back to hers, and there she was, smiling

I feel my smile twitch in confusion, when she said that...it was almost...not like her

like it wasn't her voice

it was almost uncanny, her eyes staring into mine but there was nothing behind them. her lips locked in a smile as she waited for my next command

this wasn't her.

I decided to test my theory as I said orders in my head

laugh.

and there was her intoxicating giggle

smile.

back to the grin.

frown.

now a pouty lip.

this wasn't my dream girl

this was a lucid dream.

I got the hang of it more the dream went on. if I make her say something she's never said before it's slurred and almost like it's mixed with a different voice

that's why when she said she missed me it was weird.

she never got the chance to say it, or say anything, because I left her.

my heart ached and I wished nothing more than to just get away from this fake version of Y/n I made up.

it isn't her. no snarky comments, none of those dumb jokes I love, not a single thing except a smiley cheerful demon wearing Y/n's skin trying to lure me to hell-

"WILL YOU GO AWAY?" I snapped, running around this forest with her on my tail was starting to get on my last fucking nerve

I see her face turn into sadness, tears welling up in her eyes

"please Eren, I need you" she repeated. almost like a wendigo mimicking its prey

"stop."

"Please you're all I have, you can't do this, please Eren," she started crying, reciting her lines from the night I left her, guilt eating me alive as some part of my brain wanted to hurt me more by hearing it again from her

then silence...

"please Eren, I need you" again, she is saying it again. I started walking away, feeling my skin crawl at her fake tears

"Please you're all I have, you can't do this, please Eren," I started running, her legs might not be as fast as mine but her voice echoed throughout the trees

"please Eren, I need you"  full-on sprinting towards a large oak tree as I heard her scream

just as I slip behind the tree, I turn my head back to make sure she didn't see me

"fucking hell" I mutter as I turn my head around just to see her, tears running down her cheeks as she looks up at me before tilting her head and saying with a pout...

"please Eren, I need you" 

I gasp awake to see the sun trickling out of the window, complete silence as that nightmare rubbed off on me

well, I sure as hell slept.

Chapter 10

˜"*°•.˜"*°• see you soon •°*"˜.•°*"˜

an: girl idek..

[fives-lover]

Chapter 1: Out and About

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Rasha paid the driver and stepped out of the speeder, immediately hit by the overpowering smell of alcohol and deafening volumes of music coming from inside. She was forced to find her friend in the sea of clones and civilians after she had immediately run inside, leaving Rasha to shove her way across the room by herself. 

“What the hell, Ari?! We’re supposed to be here together so stop running away from me like that!” She yelled over the music 

The purple Twi’lek swung one of her lekku back behind her shoulder with a long-suffering sigh. “You always take so long! At least I grabbed the last table!” 

“I was paying the driver! Come on,” Rasha groaned and set her jacket along the back of one of the chairs then forced her way through the room again to get drinks. “I’m not letting you flirt with everyone in here and leave me by myself again.” 

The two women moved out of the way once the droid finished making whatever cocktail Ari had ordered for them. It was pink, blue, and sour at first but slowly spread into a sweet aftertaste. She made a face at the first sip and Ari began laughing. 

“What do you think?” Ari called out, vaguely gesturing somewhere. 

“I have no idea.” 

“Not the drink! All the guys in the booth right here?” 

She glanced over and saw bottles and glasses piled up, some still waiting to be finished. The men were squished together worse than the walkways outside and looked really uncomfortable. Several wore different colors so she just figured that they hadn’t seen each other in a long time and this was the best way for them to catch up. “That they’re loud and really not funny.” 

“I hope you’re not talking about us,” someone leaned against the wall next to Rasha, making her jump and almost spill some of her drink. 

“Sorry about my brother,” the other one rolled his eyes, “I’ll get him out of your hair.” 

“Hold on.” The first one shoved his hand off of his shoulder and went back to leaning against the wall, “what are a couple of pretty ladies doing just standing in the corner?” 

“Oh, I don’t know,” Ari stepped closer, lightly pushing a finger into his breastplate, “maybe ‘just standing in the corner’ like you said.” 

“See Fives, I told you that they wouldn’t want to talk to us. Let’s get back to the boys.” The second one pointed his thumb over his shoulder to another booth overflowing with clones and a mountain of bottles and glasses mounting in the center of the table. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. We only just got here! It’d be rude to leave already!” Fives complained.

“It’d also be rude to stay here when they obviously don’t want us to. Come on.” 

“Hey, break it up.” Ari put her hands in the air and stepped forward, “time-out. No need to fight.” Rasha crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. Ari was going to play the two men in her game all night long. “Neither of you is being rude, nobody is forcing anybody to stay or to go.” 

“Shut up,” Rasha jabbed, “you’re not anybody’s mom!” She leaned closer to Fives’ ear, covered her mouth from the side, and whispered, “she’s just trying to play hard to get and sucks ass at it.” 

Ari’s eyes widened and shot back and forth between the two as Fives’ laughter got louder. “What’d you say? You can’t keep secrets from me!” 

“Sure I can. It’s nothing bad!”

The Twi’lek rolled her eyes, “fine. So this is Fives, who’s the one that seems to be so eager to get away?” 

“I’m not trying to get away. He was just being rude by barging into your conversation.” 

“Echo, take a breath. Obviously, we’re fine if we’re still here and they’re not complaining.” He rolled his eyes, “who’s the one who just whispered some horrible stuff to me just a minute ago?” 

“What?! No, I didn’t! Maybe I won’t tell you my name now since you’re going to be so mean.” 

“Shut up. This is Rasha, and I’m Ari.” 

“Pretty names for pretty ladies then. I like it.” Fives grinned. “Does anyone want another drink since we’re right here?” 

Rasha opened her mouth to speak but Ari jumped in and cut her short, “yes, we’d love some more!” The two left with Echo still scolding Fives. “So, Rasha,” Ari put her arm across her shoulders, “what do you think of them ?” 

Rasha rolled her eyes, “I know what you want me to say.” 

“What’s that?”

“That they're the hottest people ever and that I should hook up with one.” 

“What?” Ari dramatically pressed her other hand against her chest, “I would never, but since you said-” 

“No.” 

“Why not? They’re cute!” 

“I don’t even know anything about them except their names! ‘Sides, Echo seemed to be staring at you and just about started drooling. I’m sure you can get someone, you always do.” 

“I know it’s been a while since you’ve talked to someone - well, anyone actually - but come on! Loosen up! There’s a thing called questions for a reason! We’re here to have fun!” Ari chided. 

“Somebody say something about having fun?” Fives shoved his way out of the crowd, two drinks in his hands, followed by Echo with two more. 

“Yes! Let’s get to it! We missed you two so much! I’m so glad you didn’t leave us to die of thirst!” 

Oh shut up already Ari. 

“Well, then you’ve got us all night if you want us.” Fives leaned closer to Rasha and whispered, “and I hope you do.” He stood back up and acted like nothing happened while Rasha froze and began turning red.

Ari led everyone back to the table that she had snagged earlier and the four made themselves comfortable. They talked and joked as if they had known each other for their entire lives. Jokes that weren’t funny to anyone sober kept getting thrown around, alongside exaggerated stories and normal conversations. 

Fives stared at Rasha throughout the majority of the conversation, only occasionally looking at Ari or Echo, and she didn’t know what to think or do, so she ignored the looks the best that she could. Fives only wanted to get her attention long enough to have an actual conversation that didn’t involve one of the other two changing the subject at random points or interrupting him. He settled on waiting for a chance to either get them to go away or to get her alone somewhere else. He wanted to find out every small detail she would let him know about her. 

“This is my favorite song!” Ari interrupted his thought and whoever was talking. “Come on!” She grabbed the closest person, conveniently it was Echo, and ran out to the dancefloor. 

Finally. If only this song would’ve come on sooner! 

He leaned closer, keeping an eye on the dancefloor in case they came back over. “Is it hot in here or is it just you?” 

That was stupid! Really?!

“Yeah, it’s a little hot in here,” Rasha shrugged and went to take a drink but paused, fully taking in the rest of his question, and glanced at the stupid smirk plastered across his face. “Wait, uh, um.” She shot back to watching Ari, hoping he didn’t notice that her ears were red again. 

He chuckled and picked up his drink to hide behind the cup. “Sorry, that was stupid.” 

“No, uh, you’re fine.” She started playing with the pendant on her necklace. 

He dragged his hand down his face and groaned, “Well, um…” He looked around, “where’d you get that necklace?” 

“Oh, this?” She pulled it further out to show off the crystal, happy to talk about anything other than her looks, “it’s a family heirloom. I have no idea where it originally came from and there are a few stupid stories that my Mom and Grandma told me about it. Apparently, it’s got ‘powers’ or something.” 

“That’s really cool,” he leaned closer to get a better look, “what’s one of-” 

“We’re back!” Ari squealed in excitement. Echo trailed behind, red from embarrassment, knowing that he would never be able to live that down. “You two were talking all about us, weren’t you?” 

They jumped apart from the sudden interruption, not having realized that the song had finished and how close they had gotten. “Yep! Everything we just said was completely about how much of an idiot you always look out there.” Rasha answered hurriedly and shifted away from Fives more. 

After a brief awkward silence and another hour or so of drinking and joking, a slower song came on.

“If this one doesn't sound as stupid, maybe it’s our turn to dance?” Fives asked softly, leaning close so only Rasha heard. 

He patiently waited for her to decide. When she nodded, he guided her out to where only a few couples were left, as the bar had mostly cleared out already. Ari looked stunned that she had accepted.

Fives lightly grabbed her waist and pulled her in closer so no one could attempt to cut in and started swaying to the music. His eyes were glued to her own as if taking in every little speck of color and shade of brown that was there. They danced around her entire face, making a map of every freckle along her cheeks and forehead. He glanced at her lips every so often but didn't want to push anything, especially not after what had happened earlier. She felt herself doing the same, feeling like they were the only two people in the room. She never wanted to leave. 

She raised an eyebrow, “what?”

"You’re just so pretty." His hands tightened on her waist slightly.

She looked away and pressed her head into his chest so he couldn’t see that she wasn’t used to getting compliments and she always felt the complete opposite of what he just said. She never felt that she was ugly, per se, but definitely not pretty in the way he was looking at her all night. 

Ari stared at her as they made their way back to the table.

“What?” Rasha felt even hotter, now that she remembered that they had watched the whole thing.

“Oh, I don’t know, just that I didn’t know it was that easy to get you to go out there again! I would’ve had you hooked up a million times already!” 

And there goes the moment. Thanks, Ari. 

Rasha grabbed her jacket off the back of the seat and put it on, “well, Ari, you’ve had too much to drink again. It’s been fun, but we have to be up early for a new job and last call is gonna be coming up soon. Thank you for the drinks. Hopefully, we’ll be able to see you around again sometime.” She moved to help Ari get up but her hand got smacked away. 

“I’m not that bad! You’re only just a little blurry,” Ari giggled and Rasha rolled her eyes again, “you two should come with us.” 

Rasha took a deep breath to keep herself from strangling the drunk Twi'lek. “You really don’t need to. She likes to invite everyone to her place but it’s up to you I guess.” Ari got up and started walking for the door so Rasha leaned over the table to Echo, “she was mainly inviting you.” 

“Oh, well, when you put it that way…” He got up to follow the women and noticed that Fives was staring at them leaving. “You coming Fives?” 

“Oh, uh, yeah.” He snapped out of his trance and quickly caught up. 

Ari slipped in and just about fell as soon as Rasha entered the code and the door slid open. Rasha caught her and ushered her to the couch with a glass of water. 

“She wanted you to come along but you don’t have to stay. She’ll just have a headache that she’ll complain about all day.” 

Echo sat next to her and cautiously stared, “I, uh, I think I’ll stay. We don’t need her getting hurt before you two start your new job.” 

Rasha bustled around the small one-bedroom apartment to make accommodations for him with practiced ease. “The fresher is in her room and to the left. The kitchen is right in there. And obviously, you know where the couch is.” She handed him an old pillow and blanket which he set to the side. “I’ll set out some medicine that she should take in the morning so that I won’t have to hear her complain too bad.” She looked down at her friend curled into Echo’s side and fast asleep already. She looked peaceful and content. Knowing what the two were most likely in for, this would be the last time that she was going to able to sleep so soundly for a while before heading for the door. 

“You sure you want to stay?” Fives asked quietly. “We’re leaving in the morning too.”

“Yes. I’m sure.” 

Rasha and Fives stepped into the hallway outside of her apartment and headed to her own in awkward silence. 

Rasha hated going up what felt like thousands of stairs to her meager apartment, knowing that the lift would never be fixed, but she always reminded herself to be thankful she had actually gotten the place. Housing was hard to get ahold of in a city planet like Coruscant, no matter how run down and ugly everything was. There were just too many people. 

Broken steps and ugly stained wallpaper lined every stairway and hall throughout the building and there was always a weird smell that never went away. She tried to convince herself that she had gotten used to it until she stepped into the hall or opened the front door and had to force herself not to wrinkle her nose or gag. The smell was worse on some days and mildly tolerable on others. It seemed to be one of the milder smells this time. Fives didn’t mind; he’d been through several warzones already. There weren’t very many sights or smells that would make him flinch anymore. He did have to admit though, none of it was nice so he avoided breathing through his nose if he could help it. 

She was winded upon reaching the door and nervously input the code several times so he gently put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. “I can go back to the barracks if you’re really that nervous around me.” 

“No. I just… Let’s just say that it’s been a while. Ari is really the only one that comes up here with me. Ever.” She finally got the door to slide open and quickly stepped inside. “Sorry about the mess.” 

He was immediately entranced by the view outside of her window. She didn’t see why he was so intrigued by it. All she ever saw were the same boring buildings that always looked like they needed repairs that would cost too much for the owners to ever make happen, illuminated in several colors of flickering neon lights. She always thought it was mundane and, honestly, fairly rundown everywhere she looked compared to other parts of the city. 

Fives saw it differently than her, apparently. His eyes jumped back and forth between buildings, taking in every crack in the walls, every color of the lights shining, watching one finally flicker and burn out. He watched the speeders racing past at different speeds and the people on the walkways below. He didn’t seem to want to look away; like he just wanted to stay in that moment for as long as possible.

She craned her head around to see his face, “you okay there?” 

“What? Oh, uh, yea. I’m good.” He glanced at her, “just looking. You see this every day?” His eyes were wide when he finally turned from the window fully. 

The room suddenly looked too small to be able to fit the both of them. Especially while he still had his armor on. Rasha felt like a bug on the wall compared to him and started shrinking even more but took a deep breath and raised an eyebrow, “um, yeah? I thought you’d been to Coruscant before?”

“I have. Several times. I just never get to see it like this.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “79s isn’t exactly somewhere you can get much of a good view without being outside, even then all you really see is the few buildings across from the bar and next to it. The barracks and the Jedi Temple are fairly closed off, so no one can really look around at the city from there either.” He shrugged, looking back out the window.

“Oh, I guess that makes sense. This is all I’ve really ever known around here. I’ve never been anywhere near the temple so I wouldn’t know what that’s like.” She looked out the window when he turned to her again. “I’ve only ever been around the middle levels really. Except when I stayed at the University during the school year, I didn’t really go outside though. I always had too much homework.”

“Yeah. It’s beautiful there with the little bits I’ve seen. I can definitely see how someone can relax enough to meditate there.”

“That sounds nice. Do you mind if I get out of this dress and everything? Didn’t realize how uncomfortable and sweaty I was getting.”

“Go ahead. I’m not going anywhere. Unless you want me to?”

“No, you can stay. If that’s, uh, okay with you?” She rushed back to the room and started freaking out before he could answer. She’d never had someone as attractive as him in her apartment. Especially not alone - not in a long time.

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“Uncomfortable and sweaty? Really?! Of all the excuses to get away and breathe, that’s what you go for?!” She scolded herself after double-checking that the door had closed. “And he’s hot, and you just blew it!” She groaned loudly and headed to the fresher to wash her face.

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Fives went back to the window hearing her muffled self-chiding and chuckled. He had basically done the same thing early that night and couldn’t blame her. He was in her space after all and, even if she was nervous, she let him in and said that she wanted him to stay. 

She came back out of the room in her sleeping clothes and made her way to the kitchen. “Do you want any water? I’d ask about snacks but I’ve had to skip going shopping since Ari and I will most likely be going off-planet soon.” 

“Water is fine by me.” He followed her to the kitchen and leaned against the counter, “what job did you two sign up for? If you’re alright with me asking.” 

“I, uh,” she kept her focus on the glasses she found laying on the counter, “don’t exactly know what we’re going to be doing for sure actually.”

Just breathe. He’s just another human being and he seems nice. You haven’t scared him off yet and he’s trying to keep a conversation going!

"Well, that's not much to go off of. All I can really say is good luck with that." 

She couldn’t believe whether he was real or not and was certain that the cup would fall and shatter on the floor when he gratefully took it from her hand. The two made their way to the couch and made more awkward small talk. 

Rasha stared at the carpet in front of her, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, holding the glass tightly, she wanted him there, but she didn’t know what to do. Setting the cup on the table, she played with her hair and shifted her gaze to different areas of the room whenever they made eye contact. 

“You have a nice place,” Fives reached to start an actual conversation. “Have you been here long?”

She shifted, finally looking at him for longer than a few seconds. “Yeah. I’ve never left Coruscant.” Auburn hair fell from her shoulder, covering her face from Fives’ view when she turned, looking back down at the cup. 

He leaned closer, put his arm along the back of the seat, and brushed her hair back, behind her ear. “This is a nice place, but you’re nicer. Not to mention prettier.” He commented, giving her a small smile. 

Heat crawled up her neck even faster. “Oh, um… uh, thank you.” She couldn’t bring herself to look up into his eyes again but he felt safe to be around, even if she had only just met him several hours earlier. 

“Are you okay? You look like you have something on your mind. I know we just met, but you can tell me anything. I won’t judge.” He was speaking softly into her ear, just above a whisper. 

“Oh… Uh, I think that’s part of the problem… You see, um…” She trailed off until she could think of the right thing to say, “You seem really nice, I just… I don’t really like not being able to see whoever I open up to ever again. And we did just meet. I think I’m just tired. I’ll need to get up early anyway.”

“Oh. I understand. I can get a taxi back to the barracks.”

“No, you can stay here.”

“I’ll sleep here on the couch then, it’s okay.” 

“No, you don’t have to. I don’t have any extra blankets or anything,” she lied, “you can come and share my bed with me if you want,” she started talking fast and playing with the necklace she never takes off, “it’s a lot comfier and warmer anyway… But, uh… you can stay out here if you want to.” She was feeling herself getting hotter with every passing second again.

They made their way to the room, and she crawled into the bed, just about hiding under the blankets. He took his armor off and chuckled softly to himself before he laid down next to her. 

Her alarm went off obnoxiously next to her, startling her. She rolled over and turned it off, jumping when she noticed there was someone behind her and almost fell out of the bed. She remembered who was next to her and what had happened the night before in time to not hit the man laying next to her. 

Once dry and dressed, she stepped out of the fresher to find Fives sitting up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“Do you need any help with anything?” He yawned. 

“Uh,” she glanced around, “no, I don’t think so. Thanks though. The freshers open if you need to take a shower or something,” she adjusted the stiff collar of her jacket and turned back to the duffel she had barely begun packing the day before. 

He stepped closer and handed a shirt that had fallen out to her. “If you need any help just let me know and I’ll be right back out.” She nodded and continued folding the clothes she hadn’t put away yet hoping he would let her breathe by closing the door. “Oh, and…” 

Her brows scrunched together, “what?” She asked, finally turning to look at him. 

Fives gently took her chin between his forefinger and thumb and lifted her head to get a better view, “I might start having a thing for women in uniform if they all look like this.” He released her face and locked the fresher behind him.

She finished packing and zipped her bag closed right when her datapad lit up with her new orders. 

CAPTAIN - SKOHL, RASHA

ASSIGNMENT: 501ST LEGION

MEET AT MILITARY DOCK 3A AT 09:00. BOARDING SHIP WILL LEAVE AT 10:00

She felt Fives peek over her shoulder as she read it over and jumped at his gasp. "What? Is something wrong?" She quickly turned and took in the room. Everything was normal. 

"You're going to be in the 501st under General Skywalker!"

"And?" 

"And that's where Echo and I are assigned too!" 

[youshouldhavepaidattentiondad]

Crushes and Coming Out

Written for @needybeast and @whotfamitho because they both drew bi Sweetbers

Ao3

“It’s spring, it shouldn’t be this hot,” Barry complains as they file out of the dugout after practice wraps up.

Sam silently agrees with him. Carrying his bat across his shoulders, he asks, “Anybody wanna go out for ice cream after we hit the showers? My treat.”

A chorus of agreements rings out amongst the group. Grinning, Sam turns to double check with Duke, only for his voice to catch in his throat.

Duke’s head tilts back as he pours the rest of his bottle of water on his head. Sam could have dealt with that if Duke was still wearing a shirt. Instead, he watches droplets of water race down Duke’s tanned, toned chest.

“You okay, Sweets?” Duke’s twangy drawl does something to Sam that he can’t put in words. He finally raises his eyes to meet Duke’s bright hazel ones, watches him brush his damp, dark curls off his forehead.

Sam can’t remember how to fucking breathe. 

Everyone else has already trudged ahead, muttering and swearing about how hot it is. Duke stops beside Sam, reaching out a hand to shake his shoulder gently.

The closeness, the proximity, the fucking electricity that shoots through him finally breaks Sam out of his reverie. Laughing awkwardly, Sam steps back.

That had been the first moment Sam realized he wasn’t as straight as he thought. He didn’t dare tell a soul though. Why did it matter? He had a girlfriend, it’s not like he was going to take Duke Keane to prom instead of Charlotte (though when he saw Duke in his tux, he half-wished he had). 

It didn’t help that the following Sunday, he had agreed to go to church with Charlotte and her parents. It had been the most uncomfortable hour, shifting on the pew as the pastor preached about the sin of sodomy from behind the pulpit. Sam still remembers the way the pastor said homosexual, as if it carried every ounce of fire and brimstone in hell. Seared into his brain, he vowed never to tell another soul.

It doesn’t matter.

Yet, here he is twenty years later, recently divorced, with an entire cache of men he’s found attractive stashed away in the depths of his mind.

Tonight, he’s sitting at the Birdhouse with his girlfriend, smiling slightly in amusement at the sight of her nails. “Why don’t they match?”

“What do you mean?” Zoey wiggles her fingers. The pink, purple, and blue polish glints in the low light of the bar. “Of course they match. It’s the colors of the bi pride flag.”

Sam’s entire body tenses at that. “... you’re bi?”

“Don’t tell me you’re a homophobe. That would put a bit of a damper on our relationship,” Zoey quips. Still, her voice shakes slightly.

Immediately, Sam reaches out for her hand and squeezes it. “No! No, no, no. It’s okay. More than actually.” He smiles kindly at her. Before he can continue to reassure her, a familiar, drawling tone catches his ear.

“Well if it isn’t Sam Sweetly!”

A warm, broad hand claps him on the shoulder. shoulder. Sam looks up into the familiar warm hazel eyes of Duke Keane. God, he gets more and more handsome every time Sam sees him. He smiles and maybe even leans into the touch a bit. “What’s goin’ on, Keane?” He asks.

Zoey frowns in confusion as Sam scoots over on his side of the booth to let the man sit next to him.

“Glad to see you’re not wearing those stupid sunglasses all the time anymore, Sweets,” Duke teases, bumping his shoulder against Sam’s good naturedly. He notices Zoey and extends a hand for her to shake. “Douglas Keane, nice to meet you.”

“Please,” Sam snorts as the two of them shake hands. “No one calls you Douglas except your ma. How is she, by the way?”

As they catch up, Sam catches a glimmer in Zoey’s eyes that evolves into a full fledged twinkle. When Duke finally leaves their booth, with Sam casting a discreet look after him, Zoey leans forward. “You have the hots for him,” she says with a cat-like grin.

Sputtering, Sam stares at her. “Wha- No, are you- I’m not gay!”

“Didn’t say you were,” Zoey says with a shrug. “And I have some pretty hard evidence that you’re not.” She snickers as he flushes at the innuendo. “But there’s no heterosexual explanation for the hearts that replaced your pupils while you were talking to Mr. Keane.”

Unsure what to say, Sam takes a long pull from his beer. Then another. Zoey doesn’t press, instead just waits patiently. “I, uh… I’ve thought Duke was cute since high school. I was dating Charlotte though, so nothing ever happened.” He shrugs.

“...is he the only guy you’ve ever thought was attractive?”

Unbidden, his mind starts listing off all the men he’s found attractive: Bill Woodward, Gerald Monroe, Duke Keane, several men he’s only seen in passing, Ted fucking Spankoffski for whatever fucking reason. Biting his lip, he shakes his head. “But I-”

“Hey,” Zoey interrupts him gently. She wiggles her nails again. “You don’t have to put a label on it. Now or ever. If you don’t ever want to be ‘out’ that’s okay. I love you.”

At her words, he relaxes. “I love you too.” He glances over at Duke sitting at the bar and sighs. “I think bisexual is a pretty good description.”

“I agree.” Zoey raises her glass of screwdriver. “Happy coming out, babe.”

[elizabethsway]

I'm somewhere between a cool and neutral color tone. Yellow and some oranges unless they are really dark do not look good one me. That being said, that's why I never went blonde.

My grampa had a full set of grey hair by the time he was thirty and I got my first grey at five. Safe to say, by high school I started getting a nice bit of white hair on one side of my head. After college, I was pretty much half and half but I had been dying it brown.

About 5 months before COVID dropped, I noticed that white/silver hair wasn't taking color well. It turned my hair a lighter brown. Later I chose a box dye of darkest brown and so you could see the ends of my hair dark brown, the middle orange light brown and the top a light brown. It looked great (note the sarcasm).

Awkward wedding photo just after final dye

As I only really dyed the scalp/top part and not the ends, I decided to hit the whole thing with the darkest color I could and ended up looking like Professor Snape for my sister's wedding. After that I stopped dying my hair. About a year and a half later I was getting an itch to dye my hair a color but liked how healthy my hair was. I never applied any heat to it or dies so mine is a little bit of hair band trauma, it was nice.

But I added in some purple dye (it was supposed to be light) trying both Arctic Fox and Manic Panic. The one of them didn't take at all one did slightly but I had to use a lot and keep it on for hours. The white hair wanted none of it and it washed out fairly quick, leaving just a glow behind.

Well after that I gave up and cut the orange from around the time of the wedding off and let the color fade. It regrew and was pretty nice looking.

Sadly, while hanging out with a guy, he asked if I dyed my hair blonde and I was like, "You're crazy. Get your eyes checked."

A week later I was checking out my hair and it did look a bit yellow from the ear down. Online it said that you can pick up pigments from Air pollutants and other things as well as hair products. I only have one hair product that they might cause discolorization which is like a Garnier Apple conditioner but it's very faint, so not sure if that's what's happening to my hair.

And given that my hair doesn't like taking color I wasn't sure how well this was going to work but I got myself a purple shampoo /conditioner 3 set pack from Matrix. I did as the bottle said and nothing. I was still yellow.

You can see some of the yellow on the strand I'm holding but the yellow is mostly ear down. This was after Matrix.

A week and a half later I got myself Brand Mondo's Supernova Blonde Toning Purple Shampoo/Conditioner and his Forcefield Heat Shield spray. Now make a note, his conditioner said it should stay on for 5 minutes and I left mine on for 2 hours, so I didn't exactly follow the procedure but I think it worked well.

I saw a video of his where he reacted to people who used purple shampoo to dye their hair. He made a comment that said somey along the lines of that he didn't know why people left the shampoo on for several hours and if anything they should do the conditioner for longer. So I decided to take his comment out of context a bit and I put the conditioner on first to almost dry but slightly damp hair and left it on for two hours before rinsing. Then I shampooed, immediately rinsed and then did the conditioner again but only for the recommended 5 minutes.

And it looks like this.

Obviously I missed some sections or maybe they were just sections they really didn't want to take, but considering the purple is so light and metallic you looking because of my current silver hair, it blends pretty well.

Also things to note. My hair is naturally dry, it doesn't really create oil very often unless I'm touching it a lot or I put my head out the window of a car as it's moving (like a dog). But I will say it made my hair feel a little dryer and because I like to play with fate, I also did not use any gloves while doing this process so underneath my fingertips there's a little bit of purple but my hands felt pretty dry. I would suggest definitely using some kind of moisturizing product on your hair if you can afterwards or doing a mask.

I also used his heat shield product but I have not actually put any heat on it yet so it might have been a missed opportunity to try that. Do I imagine it would work very well.

Here's some bad pics of me growing out my hair, pre-COVID, when I was still going into office looking like this.

Super cute.

[sanjana-aqua]

The special night

It's the first one I am trying...

Hopefully it's good...

Do like n comment

Suga× Reader

(I've kept the reader name as Sana)

Author POV

"Yes, I love you too"

Finally, after courting for more than a year, he said yes. She was in happy tears and couldn't control but to hug him tightly as if she never wants to leave him.

"You don't know how much i was waiting to hear this yoongi... You made me really happy today... Thank you..." She hugged him more tightly leaving no gap in between them.

He smiled and caressed her hair saying "Thank you for waiting for me sana... I promise I'll never leave your side"

.............

A month later

Ding dong....

She smiled brightly and went to open the door. As soon as she saw him, she was mesmerized. He was wearing blue denim jeans with white shirt, his long hairs adding to the beauty.

On the other side, yoongi was also stunned to see her. Her purple middy was perfectly complementing her figure. He smiled and forwarded the wine bottle saying "Happy one month darling"

She blushed and took the bottle in one hand while hugging him and said "Happy one month to you too..."

They entered inside and yoongi's smile widened by seeing the food she prepared... It was all his favorites. "You exactly know my taste" He chuckled.

"That i do" she said while opening the wine bottle and serving both of them. They had their dinner while speaking about anything and everything.

"Wanna watch movie?" She asked while keeping the dishes.

"Yeah sure... I'll set the living room" saying this yoongi went towards living area.

After doing the dishes she came to the living area and saw the pillow and blanket prepared... Giving the cozy and romantic vibes. When yoongi saw her, he patted space beside him. She smiled and sat beside him while side hugging him.

They were enjoying the movie when her eyes went to his face, scanning from his forehead to chin. Her heart was saying her to kiss him but she was a bit afraid to initiate anything.

Just then, he turned his head looking at her and said "what happened?"

She got startled and immediately looked away saying"nothing"

He kept his finger on her chin and made her look towards himself. Without saying anything, he kissed her. She immediately responded to the kiss and kept her hand around his neck. He caressed her thighs and she moaned in pleasure giving his tongue access to explore her mouth. They were drowning in the kiss and yoongi was almost hovering on her when she broke the kiss and said "stop"

He was astonished and asked "why"

She caressed his cheek and said "I wanna do it my way'

Yoongi was confused. She made him sit and sat on his lap facing him. She brought her lips close to him and almost whispered" You don't know yoongi... I've imaged it a lot... I want you to be submissive for me..." And she kissed him roughly while holding his hand.

Yoongi moaned a bit when she started grinding him while kissing. She broke the kiss and said" Close your eyes and feel the way I wanna love you... Touch you... Make you mine...'

Her voice was just above a whisper that sent shivers to his spine and he closed his eyes. She kissed his cheek, jawline and neck. He moaned when he felt her making him. Slowly she started opening his shirt while kissing on the collarbone.

After ripping the shirt from his body, she roamed her finger on his peck and nipples which made him groan in pleasure. She smirked and said "feeling nice babe..."

He nodded and before he could process, she put her tongue on it and started sucking. He threw his head back and her smirk grew bigger feeling his bulge near her thighs. Without warning she opened his jeans button that made yoongi shot open his eyes.

Yoongi (panting) " Sana"

Sana" don't stop me yoongi..."

She removed his jeans and took his dick in his hand. She gently removed the foreskin and placed a soft kiss on his dick's head. She stood up and removed her clothes with her innerwear. Yoongi was controlling hard as he honestly wanted to be submissive. She looked in his eyes and bent down while licking his member. He closed his eyes feeling shot of pleasure when she took his whole length in the mouth. She was slowly taking him in and out while increasing the pace with every stroke.

As yoongi felt he was about to come, she left his dick.

"Why...." He whinned

She giggled and kissed his forehead saying "I want you to cum inside me"

He smiled and said "with pleasure"

She sat on him while adjusting his dick inside her pussy. He helped her by putting pressure from down and in one stroke it went in.

Both of them gasped at this and she stood in same position for seconds.

Yoongi" you okay"

Sana" yeah... Just thinking how fine it fits..."

He kissed her cheek and she started riding him keeping the pace slow... Coz she wanted to last longer. And also she wasn't allowing him to touch her which was making it hard for yoongi to control. Seeing her bouncing on him and same time her breasts going up n down, he lost it and came inside her.

She lied on the blanket while panting heavily and smiled in satisfaction. Sooner she felt yoongi hovering her...

Sana" yoon..."

Yoongi held her breast and said "now you don't stop me..."

He, without warning, entered his two fingers inside her while sucking her breasts. She arched her body back feeling enormous pleasure. While fingering her, he came to her ear and whispered "wanna cum from my fingers or tongue..."

Just this voice turned her on so much and she said "both..."

He smirked and went down. Seeing her hot dripping pussy he said "you're so wet for me babe" He licked her and she gasped "so tasty" he commented and started tongue fucking her with his one hand on the pussy and one pressing her breast.

"cum for me babe..." No sooner he said that, she came on his tongue... He smiled and tasted her fully. He got up n saw her body soaked in sweat. He came near his lips and asked "Will you be a good kitten?'

"Yes daddy" she said seductively.

"then put your legs on my shoulder babe"

She smiled and did what he said. He kissed her ankle and said" I love you..." And entered her. He was going so fast that she felt breathless.

"yoongi..." She said in between her breaths

"What babe...." He said while groaning

" I love you too" saying that, they reached climax

That was indeed a special night for them

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[pinkt3aa]

nail polish

Bruce Wayne x fem! reader ♡

summary: Bruce saw you painting your nails and was interested in it and turns out he’s not a messy painter.

Moody Bruce Wayne, as everyone would say. But he was your moody Bruce Wayne. Guys with little to no words were how you picked your men, those who would share their love through their actions. You were guilty of that fact. You craved physical affection. Over the years of partners you’ve learned to know that people with big mouths are only there to please people and can’t seem to be committed. And meeting Bruce was like a gift from the gods.

Although he was busy with work as he said you didn’t mind it. You could have some time for yourself and for being romantic with Bruce. It all worked out perfectly in your book and you enjoyed every minute of it.

Bruce’s eyes stared at the nail polish you were applying on your nails from across the table. It was a combination of pink and purple pastel tipped nails. Lifting your attention away from your nails you could feel the stare of your boyfriend. He wasn’t staring at you to be exact but rather your nails making you chuckle.

“You want me to paint your nails?”

This caught his attention, focusing his eyes on you now, “if you want”

This made you smile almost immediately, pulling your chair over by him. Grabbing each color one by one you set it in front of him. “Which color suits your liking?”. His eyes scanned over the colors but caught his eye on one. Black, what a surprise.  Grabbing the black nail polish you shook the polish before opening the bottle. Taking his  hand into your palm you lifted up the brush.

Glancing back up at him you had a gleaming smile on your features. His eyes caught yours and there was a slight smile on his lips. Glancing back at his nails you applied the black pigment to his nails. Applying it again to cover up his whole nail you held his finger up admiring your work.

The smile you had on your lips stayed apparent as you continued to paint the rest of his nails. Grabbing both of his hands, you shook them around, “see all painted, now we dry them and put clear on”. He had a gentle smile seeing you wave around his hands in an attempt to let them dry faster. After seeing it wasnt working you tried blowing on it which got the polish to dry.

Grabbing the clear nail polish you shook it around, then applied it on his now black nails making the color pop. Something you didn’t expect though was Bruce to nudge your finger that was holding the brush. “Can I try?”

“Yeah of course!” Eagerly handing him the brush

Taking the brush in his hand it was a bit unsteady but he did a clean swipe on to his nail. His eyes then caught yours, “it’s easy I thought it’d be harder” his voice came out lower pitched.

Leaning your head onto his shoulder you kept your gaze on his nails that were being clear coated In a flash. “Your pretty good at this, next time you should paint my nails cause I get the polish all over the place”

A chuckle erupted in his throat, “you just suck at it”

Sucking your teeth, you removed your head from his shoulder and lightly shoved his head to the side, “rude” you pouted

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  Bruce had just finished his late patrolling and was getting ready to head up to bed with you. But he got hungry. So instead of being a few steps away from slumber he walked to the kitchen to grab some berries only to see Alfred going through some taxes.

“Hello master bruce what brings you here this late”

“M’ hungry” Bruce mumbled grabbing ahold of the carton of berries and setting them on the island counter.

With the dim light Alfred could see something on Bruce’s nails. Was that nail polish? “Did the mistress put nail polish on you? You know we have a charity event tomorrow”

[silverdelirium]

STICKY WASHING MACHINE | D.M

summary: draco fucks scorpius’ nanny on the laundry room

warnings: breeding kink, rough sex.

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“so do you accept?” asked draco to the girl who only stared at him with mouth slightly agape. “i-i mean i guess” she replied, not meeting his eyes.

“see you on monday then” nodded draco and turned on his heel, walking away.

y/n really didn’t know how they ended up on the topic of her being draco malfoy’s son’s nanny. it really wasn’t much work, a three year old baby just needed attention, food and sleep. but still, me out of all people? she thought, why did i even agree?

but here she was, beaming at the sight of scorpius’ new drawing which consisted on draco’s exaggerated tall figure, y/n and scorp. she sometimes felt bad that astoria was never in the picture, in every sense. she had left draco after scorpius turned 3 months old and never came back, draco explained this when they first reencountered, apparently it never really affected him. considering it was an arranged marriage.

“wow baby this is so good, i bet you’re gonna be an artist some day!” you exclaimed at him. he giggled and turned pink but a loud yawn cut his smile off. “i think it’s time for your nap, come on” she said, standing up and dusting off her skirt, scorpius holding up his arms.

y/n settled scorpius on bed and he was asleep in seconds, she chuckled and just snuggled the blanket closer to him. her eye caught a peek of scorpius’ laundry basket. sure, she was just a nanny that was supposed to take care of the child and that was it, the clothes were the elf’s work. but scorpius was terrified of them so draco took care of his clothes, y/n decided to just take his clothes to the laundry room and throw them inside the washing machine.

as y/n made her way to the laundry room, draco came through the fireplace that was at the whole other wing of the manor, making y/n unconscious of his presence.

draco gave a big sigh and immediately entered the kitchen for a glass of wine, opening up the cabinet that had one of the bottles opened already, courtesy of draco’s previous stress.

he knew scorpius must be asleep, taking notice of the silence that resonated through the manor’s atmosphere. in his midst of thinking, a few drops spilled from the rim his cup when he inclined it too harshly, making them spill on his white shirt. draco gave a groan at this and threw his head back.

narcissa always told draco that it was better to immediately wash clothing items if he ever spilled something on them. so he grumpily made his way to the laundry room.

as he got closer he could hear shuffling of clothes and a low humming, eventually stopping at the doorway to catch sight of y/n bent over, placing small clothing items into the washing machine. he went wide eyed at the peak he caught of her lace pink panties, cunt perfectly outlined.

draco was frustrated, sexually more than ever. he always found y/n hot, even in hogwarts, he remembers having a huge crush on her during fourth and fifth year, but they never really talked except for the polite hello’s and brief conversation when they were partnered in class.

right now, all the past emotions were coming back. and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her like he never did to a woman before. for hours and hours until she turned into nothing but a blabbering mess.

y/n eventually straightened up and went to pick more clothes, but she was met with a paralized draco on the doorframe.

“oh- hello draco, i didn’t know you were back” she saluted politely, going back to scorpius small basket that was placed on top of the dryer.

draco was snapped out of his trance at her voice, he swallowed hard before responding, “evening, just came to- uh put this in the washing machine” he gestured to his shirt, making her look at his chest but eventually trailing down to his very apparent bulge.

he saw how her eyes went wide but she said nothing and just gulped and nodded, gaze not meeting his.

the laundry room really wasn’t that big, making it hard for draco to pass y/n to go to the washing machine that was placed next to the dryer. but he still came in contact with her. his clothed cock pressing perfectly into her ass, a small gasp escaping her while draco grunted at the friction.

they both stilled.

y/n was the first to turn around, groin now pressing into her front, he was breathing heavily. and like magnets they connected together, tongues exploring each other’s mouth. draco’s hands rubbing her ass, down until the back of her thighs were in his large hands. he tapped them lightly, signaling her to jump, which she obliged instantly and jumped, draco hoisting her onto the washing machine.

he disconnected their lips to travel down to her neck, a small whine escaping her when he found her sweet spot. draco absolutely devouring the skin and littering it with purple hickeys. he eventually pulled away to take a good look at his little piece of art.

y/n brought him back into a heated kiss while unbuttoning his shirt, his own hands finding way to the hem of hers. once he shrugged off his shirt he helped her pull hers off, throwing it onto the floor. he pulled away from the kiss once again to look at her soft mounds that sat perfectly in a bra, he groaned at the sight as his cock twitched on his trousers.

“can i take this off sweet thing?” he asked, tone low as he hooked a finger on the bra strap.

y/n eagerly nodded, draco wasting no time and unclasping the bra in a quick motion, disregarding it to the side, mouth immediately attaching to her nipple while his hand toyed with the other. she gave a moan at this breathing heavily and leaning back on her palms, panties soaked and pussy throbbing.

draco kissed his way down to her stomach, dragging her skirt down until it hit the floor. he stepped back and admired with pure mesmerization at y/n’s form, tits with perked up nipples, dampened panties and breathing hard. “look at my pretty princess” he said, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants low enough so his dick popped out.

she went wide eyed for the second time that evening at his size. draco was much bigger than anyone she had ever been with and he was just a very big person in general, she wasn’t sure she could take him all.

draco stroked his cock up and down slowly, tip red and leaking with pre-cum. he got closer to her and moved her panties to the side, eyes glinting when he saw her bare cunt, dripping.

“so wet baby” he said as he passed two fingers over her folds, y/n shuddering while he brought them up to his mouth and hummed at the taste, watching her face heat up.

“taste so good too” he growled, inching his face closer to her and leaning their foreheads together while his fingers plummeted themselves slowly into her, a loud moan escaping her lips.

he started moving them at a slow pace, almost torturous. watching intently as she released small whimpers and moans, his cock twitching every now and then.

he started scissoring his fingers inside of her, going faster. “ah! yes draco right there” she moaned out when he curled his fingers, touching that spongy spot inside her. “yeah? think you can take my cock now?” he questioned.

“yes” she replied quickly, pussy clenching at the thought of having him inside her, finally.

he seemed to notice this and chuckled, removing his fingers and dragging them to his cock once again, coating it with her juices. he guided it to her entrance and drenched the tip with her arousal, making y/n buck her hips up and whine.

“sh sh sh, now be patient little girl” he warned, fingers lightly tapping her clit, making her jolt and quickly shut up as she waited in anticipation.

draco entered y/n slowly with a groan, a strangled moan leaving her throat. he let her adjust to his size for a few moments before starting out on a decently fast pace, making her throw your head back and release several moans the faster he went, breasts bouncing everywhere, much to draco’s delight.

he settled for a brutal pace that had the washing machine shaking, watching her eyes go crisscross when he reaches to rub her clit.

“fuck baby look at this pretty pussy squeezing me, so fucking tight” he groaned, looking down at her juices dripping out, thighs glistening. “you have no idea how many times i’ve dreamt about this” he said, voice strained. she hummed in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down to another steamy kiss, he greedily ate every moan she made, her legs starting to tremble.

“fuck baby im close” he said when she pulled away for breath. “me too!” she replied, his thumb assaulting her clit harsher.

“yeah? gonna cum all over me? and then let me put my fucking cum inside you until your fucking pregnant?” he teased, moving his hands to grip her ass, y/n gave a loud moan in response and rapidly nodded, orgasm right at its peak. “fuckfuckfuck yes draco!” she screamed as she came, legs completely shaking and letting that coil snap while he fucked her faster, riding out her high while chasing his.

“shit, gonna cum so hard inside you and give you my kids princess” he groaned, his thrust sloppy when his orgasm hit him, releasing a loud moan as he came.

after they both calmed down from their highs he sighed in pleasure and looked down to her puffy cunt, he pulled out slowly and watched as her pussy spurted out both cums. he collected some on his fingers and held them up to y/n.

she opened her mouth and kept eye contact as she sucked on them, humming at the taste like he had done previously, making his once soft cock perk up immediately. she was gonna be the death of him.

she giggled at his reaction and got off the, now sticky washing machine due to their arousal on it, leaning her top half over it and arching her back. draco’s mouth agape at the view.

“round 2?” she taunted.

but right as draco was about to fuck her into tomorrow, a small paddle of feet could be heard in the distance with a faint “daddy? y/n?”.

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part two

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[burnedbyshoto]

i wonder

i wonder (if you remember the way we looked at each other)

— Living as roommates with your best friend is easy until someone fucks up and catches feelings.

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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut fem!reader, and they were roommates, childhood friends!au, university!au, quirkless!au, modern!au, americanized university experience, alcohol consumption, drug consumption, the plot is for the sex AHA, womanizer!shouto, shouto and reader are bad roommates but seiji is worse, shouto has sex at 16 for the first time, vouyerism-ish, iffy shouto tendencies, jealous!shouto, jealous!reader, drunk sex so dubcon depending on you, nipplegasms, reader has nipple piercings, blowjob, switching, marking, biting, scratching, praise kink, missing tag ;)

word count: 20,141

a/n: this is for the roommates bnharem collab! please check out all the other amazing fics and art! note to self, dont get drunk the night before this is due and I hope you guys enjoy this!!! I had a lot of fun writing it!!! also,,, sorry if mobile doesn’t correctly format!

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You cracked your eyes open.

The gentle white stream of light permeated through soft cotton curtains, lighting the room in pale stripes and careful touches. Dust particles danced within the shining light, bending and twirling with the flowing air and moving winds. You breathed in deeply, your body still tired, your head still foggy from a night of distractions and too many drinks. 

Your eyes are closed once again, your still hazy mind trying to ignore the bitter, rank taste of the alcohol and cum on your tongue and your hands scratching as your naked cleavage. There was still enough time in the day; it was Sunday after—

Wait.

CUM?!

Your eyes flew open, your lips smacking each other as you confirm the awful, salty taste of cum on your tongue. Your hands swiping up and down your front to confirm your state of undress. Your heart starts hammering in your chest, your palms immediately sweating as you try to think about just who the fuck you ended up back in bed with.

Think, y/n, think!

A small grunt came from behind you, and you felt your entire body go rigid immediately. The soft expel of air fanning against your sticky neck is both welcomed and untrusted. With what can only be described as you, as stiff as a stick, peering behind your shoulder similar to a mother who definitely heard her child throw up on her bed but is somehow praying that she was hearing shit, you turned around.

A messy bedhead of red and white greeted you: unfocused, sleepy grey, and brilliant blue eyes staring back at you with fond familiarity and welcome.

“‘Morning, y/n,” Todoroki Shouto grumbles, voice husky, scratchy, deeply warm from his slumber. His next words are damning, though, the slight pride and knowing implications in the small breathe he uttered next. “Had fun last night?”

There was silence, a stroke of hesitancy, then crushing all-consuming fear.

You screamed.

At the top of your lungs.

O N E  W E E K  A N D  A  D A Y  E A R L I E R

“Who the fuck touched my fucking Angry Orchard Rosés?!” a voice snapped from the kitchen; the tone was fed up, seconds from blasting to smithereens.

You were in the living room, a pair of sweats on, your hair not put together, your face still bare. The music you played as part of your pregame ritual was practically vibrating the wooden floor as you sang along to your music. The telling glass bottle of deliciously pink alcohol swinging inconspicuously between your fingers as you drank it between verses. Despite your other roommate (who you repeatedly told your friends to be ‘like Bakugou but a gazillion times worse because you don’t and can’t like him,’) being seconds from trying to start another feud or possibly a lawsuit against you, your mouth dropped in mock shock before guzzling down the rest of the drink.

“I saw that you fucking skank!” Shishikura Seiji screeched from the kitchen; his stomps were long and heavy as he made his way from the kitchen to the living room where you were. “There were two bottles left in there! Don’t tell me your alcoholic ass drank them both! So help me, I’ll press on your damn chest until you’re puking out my drink.”

“Shishikura, stop,” Shouto spoke up, his own arm raising as he took a long, slow drink from the other missing rosé bottle. “These are 2% alcohol, you’ve had them in the fridge for months now, and you never drink them anyways.”

You grinned as you pulled the glass bottle from your lip, your face failing at the fake look of surprise, guilt, and sorrow for your unwanted and unneeded roommate.

“Sorry, they’re such girly drinks. I figured I’d take them off your hands,” you speak with distractingly bright amusement. “Alcoholics like me, we don’t care. Watch out; I might go for your mouth wash if you’re not too careful.”

“You do that, and I’ll poison you like a damn bitch,” Shishikura threatened, his voice in a menacing growl.

“Ooooo, you want me to bark for you, Shishikura? Want me on my hands and knees?” you taunt back, walking backward until you’re collapsing onto the couch besides Shouto. Your arm quickly sneaks between his, and you lay your head on his shoulder. Shishikura’s face is flushed red, his pupils beady as he trembles with concealed rage.

“She’s quite good at it,” Shouto chimes in, the corner of his mouth twitching into an amused smirk as he takes another drink of the weak liquor. He shifts on the couch, allowing you to curl more comfortably at his side; the both of you know just how much your incredibly prude roommate hates any sort of PDA. “Want to hear her bark? She’s also quite good with her tongue.”

As if to emphasize Shouto’s point, you stuck out your tongue, refusing to break eye contact with Shishikura as the tip of your tongue breached the opening of the bottle.

“The actual fuck is wrong with the both of you?!” Shishikura spluttered, his face somehow turning purple and green and red. A truly incredible sight to be had. “‘Childhood friends are great roommates to have’ my fucking ass, you both are monstrosities!”

Shishikura stormed out of the living room, his ears neon red as his purple hair fell to cover his face. As soon as he was out of sight, you turned to Shouto, your tongue removing itself from the bottle and back into your mouth as you began to laugh loudly.

Childhood friends to roommates, ah, what a remarkable story you had with Todoroki Shouto.

It was accurate to relay that you had known Shouto for more than seventeen years now at your current age of twenty-one. Seventeen years of being what is easily seen as the best of friends, the closest companions, and indeed a bond that would withstand time and situation. 

The two of you met during the first week of what was preschool. Although both of you could not remember a single instance of events during this time, your mothers had always been excited to relay this story to you for many years that you could remember. It was odd to try to remember it, but even as they painted a picture of your first interaction, you could do nothing but admit that it sounded exactly like how it could have gone. 

You couldn’t remember being four years old; you don’t recall what it was like to strain your neck to look up at your parents or how it felt to be so utterly dependent but to scream brazenly about your childish independence. Your mother smiles when she retells the story of your first interaction, of how you were holding her hand as she walked you to the building where your preschool was to be had. 

Your hand was so small in hers. Tightly clutching onto her fingers as you looked around at the other children who were also arriving or had already arrived. Some children were bawling by their parents, others aimlessly playing with toys, and some were attempting to talk to one another, but by the apparent looks of curiosity surrounding the babbling and rambling tangents that could only be understood by a firing toddler brain, everyone was getting along. 

A teacher greeted you kindly, squatting down to reach your eye level as they excitedly introduced themselves and asked for your name. You, of course, with your hands clutching the skirts of your mother’s dress, responded with hesitant confidence.

“You’re such a brave girl!” the teacher awed happily, stretching out a hand for you. “Is it okay if I take you from your mom and show you which cubby is yours?”

There was a moment of confusion, then clear understanding hovering over your little head. Your mom looked down with an encouraging smile and pushed you forward.

“Do I get a middle cubby? I don’t want a top one,” you admit, your hand stretching out to grab the teacher’s stretched-out hand. 

Your mother watched on happily as you removed your schoolbag and lunchpail and placed them neatly within the somehow middle cubby marked with your name. The teacher also helped you put on your white school slippers before gesturing towards the bright, colorful room, their mouth moving as if explaining every little detail before pointing at the corner. Your mother tilted her head, curious as she followed the teachers point to the corner of the room where a boy with exceptional red and white hair — split perfectly in the middle — sat quietly, with fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

(Shouto, although he can not remember this day himself, will argue with you and only you that he was, in fact, NOT crying.)

Trying to not allow the shock of the unnatural hair color affect her, your mother watched as you nodded to your new teacher and walked over with clenched fist confidence to the small boy.

She watched as you approached him, your jaw moving as you so obviously spoke, hopefully introducing yourself. The boy looked up at you with bright, wet eyes but seemed to speak right back to you. 

“Alright, parents! Thank you all for dropping off your children! Do not worry. We will take great care of them all, and they are in competent hands! First days are hard for everyone, so if you can exit quietly, I, and the rest of us teachers, would appreciate that greatly!”

Or at least that’s what Rei claimed the teacher said.  However, your mother was watching on with increasing exponential horror as she watched you throw a punch at the air before twisting around and pointing right at her and saying with a voice that was much too loud.

“Punch whoever made you cry, Shouto-chan! My mama says that it is okay to punch bullies!”

Thankfully no one but your mother heard you, and even though she scolded you on the way out, whisper yelling that you “better not punch anyone!” her relief was for naught.

When she would return in the afternoon, a bit late because there had been a hold up on the train, you were pouting sitting on the floor with a scuffled uniform, your arms crossed definitely. Next to you was the boy with red and white hair, equally scuffed next to a white-haired woman and an older white-haired boy.

“Oh my god, what happened?!” she shrieked, racing over to you.

“Y/l/n-san,” the teacher spoke with a tone that indicated disappointment with the subtle undertone of amusement. “Y/n-chan has something to tell you.”

Your mother had taught you many things, she will admit, in your very short life. But sass and annoyment was something not often seen in your household or in you, and to see it so blatantly on your chubby-cheeked face was quickly giving your mother greys.

“Shouto-chan told me that his stupid bully brother Touya was being a meanie, and so I helped him punch him back!” you said with tears in your eyes because you didn’t want to back down from your actions, but you also did not like being scolded. “I don’t regret it!”

“Y/n!”

“Y/n-chan!”

“I don’t either,” Shouto-chan grumbled as your mother collapsed to her knees and began to profusely apologize for you to the woman who was undoubtedly Shouto’s mother. “Touya-nii was making fun of my hair again… y/n-chan helped me, though. Please don’t scold her!”

To say the most in the shortest amount of time, you were, in fact, scolded despite Shouto’s begging. Touya stopped making fun of Shouto’s natural hair. Rei accepted your mother’s apology. The teachers were given two bottles of sake.

And, of course, the most important, the most paramount thing to arise from this first day of school was that your and Todoroki Shouto’s friendship was now bound by blood, sweat, and tears.

Preschool became elementary school, which became middle school, and fading into highschool.

It was without saying that your relationship, your friendship with Todoroki Shouto, was probably one of the biggest, most defining parts of your entire life. He was there when your first tooth fell out, when he dropped ice cubes down people’s shirts, you two had bathed together when you were young, had sleepovers well past the age where him being a boy and you being a girl should have made things weird. You laughed when his voice cracked and dropped, he elbowed your chest plenty when you began growing boobs, you taunted his lack of body hair, he bought you your favorite ice cream and heating packs on your first period. You attended cram school together, went to the park and beaches on days off from school. You were partners in every school activity except under specific circumstances. He had listened to you when you told him excitedly about your first kiss when you turned fourteen, and you laughed when he said at the age of fifteen that he had still yet to kiss anyone.

Everyone always claimed, always asked, wondered, and whispered if the two of you were dating. Childhood friends still this close and not dating? Unheard of; practically illegal! Nevertheless, you ignored the disappointed frowns or the hopeful grins as you and Shouto both denied any sort of romantic connection.

Soon the both of you were in high school, and Shouto was mere days from turning sixteen. Much like when the both of you were when you were four years old, you seemed to be the one spouting many words — sometimes unnecessary words that wound you both up in trouble — of wisdom. You were loud when you needed, talking most of the time only to him and your surprisingly large group of friends. (You weren’t that surprised. Everyone wanted to be friends with the handsome, could easily be royalty or a model, Todoroki Shouto.) Shouto remained, for better or worse, quiet, reserved, and a bit awkward. He was a sweet boy, don’t get it wrong, and you would protect him until the end of your days, but the boy was a complete airhead and relied on you for interpreting social interactions.

“Camie-senpai wants me to go over to her house after my birthday,” Shouto explains, his hands exchanging his school shoes for his outdoor ones. “Something about wanting to do that one second-year first-year student project thing for the third years right away.”

“You have Camie?” you ask, slumping against the metal lockers with a slight thud. “Lucky, she’s so nice… I have stupid Agoyamato. Have you had a conversation with him? It’s actually the worst! He thinks he’s all that!”

“I’m sure it’ll be okay; you’re nice enough that he won’t be like… that,” Shouto smiles, slinging his bag on his shoulders before nudging his head towards the exit. “Ready?”

“Am I ever ready?” you ask with a whine but nevertheless proceed onward.

Time passed, and between cram school, actual school, some clubs, eventually January 11th passed and you held an ice cream cake that Shouto loved. You ate the cake together, relaxing as you sat in the warmth of his kitchen.

“Happy birthday, Shoucchan, never change!” you chirp, shoving his arm that rose to place the piece of cake in his mouth with your shoulder and watched as the sweet pastry splattered on top of the table. “...um?”

“I’ll give you ten seconds to run.”

“Only ten?! What about the happy birthday boy.”

“Oh, true. Three seconds to run.”

“Why?!”

“It’s my birthday.”

An hour later, when your stomach hurt from laughing too much and the sickly sweet weight of too much ice cream cake, you lay snuggled into Shouto’s side as the both of you watched some old movie.

“Thanks for always being here for me,” you mumble, eyes growing heavy as the heat of Shouto’s body began to lull you to sleep.

“I’m always here for you,” Shouto softly responded, hand gliding up and down the curve of your spine. “We should get you home. Your mom yelled and nearly skinned us both the last time you fell asleep here.”

“Only cuz she’s scared that we’ll have some sudden revelation we like each other and fuck each other’s brains out,” you groaned, absolutely not content with having to move. With your face buried in your hands now, you missed the weird pattern in Shouto’s chest over that.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“...fine, just because it’s your birthday.”

The next day, when Shouto followed Camie home instead of you, there was something that made you feel off as you waved at them goodbye. It wasn’t jealousy, that much you knew, but something worse when you watched the way your never-been-kissed-before best friend was ignorant to the dark eyes Camie sent his way.

To be quite honest, you’re not sure if you should be as surprised as you are when you get a phone call at ten p.m. to the sound of a confused, suppressed, overwhelmed voice of your best friend asking if you could confirm if Camie had fucked him. You then stayed on the phone for Shouto until well past two a.m., your heart hurting as he recounted the memory over and over again. You weren’t sure as to why your heart was breaking. By the sounds of it, Shouto had actually enjoyed it, but with every stammer to his voice, you felt lightyears away.

Most shockingly, however, was the effects this had on Shouto and his overall persona.

From ages four until fifteen, Todoroki Shouto was someone who was quiet, observant, took things a bit too literally, at all times was entirely precious in the way he interacted with people, and most importantly, unaware of the female population who lusted after him. It worked well for you because it was fun to tease him about things, nag him about how he was sixteen, and hadn’t been kissed even though if he asked any girl at school to kiss him, they definitely would. 

But sixteen-year-old Todoroki Shouto was a new shift, a new paradigm for you to learn. It wasn’t that he wasn’t confident before, but now he emitted a sense of confidence that he was aware of, that everyone was aware of. He became mature, sophisticated, styled even. He was still at times quiet, always completely observant. He rarely took things literally and understood rhetoric and sarcasm and hyperboles. Long gone were the days of preciousness, and instead, there was a sense of a predator on the hunt that bled in the way that he talked to people. Most importantly, however, he was fully aware of the female population and precisely who was lusting after him.

He flirted with women and girls. You would find him leaning against the lockers talking with them, somehow trapping them despite not actually trapping them. A new girl was sitting at your table with him practically every week in high school, each girl asking for the hundredth millionth time that the both of you were not dating. Some girls were even bold enough to apologize to you for stealing your best friend — as if you wanted Shouto.

You had already seen his dick, thank you very much (although the last time you saw it was well before you were nine years old), you weren’t missing out on how it probably looked now! Honestly, you had no idea how Shouto never managed to run out of female students to fuck, the school wasn’t that large, and he seemed to go through a few a week sometimes.

But he was your best friend, your childhood friend, and no matter how many girls came crawling back to your lunch table, bawling to Shouto to take him back, soaking the fabric of your skirt to help convince him to take her back, you stayed. You stayed, accepting the fact that your best friend had become an awkward teenage boy and turned into some high school sex freak.

You stayed when his shaggy hairstyle was clipped and became short.

Overnight, just as he went from being a complete virgin to not one, he went from a scrawny sixteen-year-old boy to a leanly built eighteen-year-old hot-ass heartthrob womanizer.

High school wasn’t forever. Even though it took you about a year to accept and integrate Shouto’s new sex life and behavior into your daily lifestyle with him (he always left four of the three days open for you as all his relationships were casual only). Soon enough, the both of you relaxed and found your own relationship to be entirely the same, and when university exams and applications came about, it was decided that yet again, the both of you would follow each other anywhere.

Which is where you were now.

Tokyo University,  a third-year student, living in an upscale three-person apartment with your best friend, of course. Shouto plus someone who practically begged in the most unbegging way to live with you.

Todoroki Shouto and Shishikura Seiji in the same apartment as you made for an interesting combination.

You hadn’t wanted Shishikura Seiji as a roommate at all. Period. 

There were about eleven other people you only considered asking, but they all said no for their own reasons. Bakugou and Midoriya had found their own apartment closer to the University, and for much cheaper, Kirishima and Mina were RA’s and could not move in. Kaminari said he liked Sero’s couch too much to leave, and Sero couldn’t live in an apartment without a balcony. Momo said the room was too small, Jirou said she’d rather continue living with Momo, Uraraka said it was a tad bit too much for her to afford (to be fair, you didn’t have to pay because the Todoroki’s were paying for your housing, but you understood), Tsuyu and Hagakure said they were living at home. Iida said he would be too uncomfortable living with a couple.

Everyone you found on the street wouldn’t accept your offer. Hence, Shouto invited the meatball and rosé obsessed Shishikura Seiji to live with the two of you simply because he was Shouto’s lab partner in one of his advanced physics classes. Stupid chemical engineering nerd.

At twenty-one years, you can now say that you’ve entirely adjusted to Shouto’s womanizer ways. Too often do you find yourself sitting at the kitchen counter, a steaming cup of tea in your hand as you drink it in slowly, watching with much amusement as either a no-name girl leaves or a walk of shame Shouto enters. It happens at most five times a week; you were used to it. While the unease had finally left, you had to admit you were impressed your best friend could easily sleep around as he did and maintain his outstanding grades.

However, just because you were finally used to Shouto’s womanizer tendencies didn’t mean the world was. Even in University, your fellow students would ask with wide eyes and behind flat palms if the two of you were dating — specifically if Shouto was cheating on you or if it was an open relationship. You would each and every time, smile cheekily, shake your head and say with a roll of your eyes: “No, we’re not dating. He’s not cheating, and no, this is nothing more than us being best friends. Sho is too much of a jealous person to allow for an open relationship.”

Somehow, the constant begging of approval and the erasure of any romantic connection between you and Shouto from the plethora of female students at Tokyo University wasn’t even the most annoying part of it all. No, not at all.

What really ground your nerves was a pattern you noticed when you were eighteen.

Unlike Shouto, you hadn’t had the chance to lose your virginity until you were eighteen. Most of the boys who liked you always assumed you and Shouto were dating, the ones who gathered the courage to ask you out anyways were boys you were less than impressed with. By some act of some higher god, your crush — the school's third-year baseball team's captain when you were a first-year — reappeared in your life and asked you out. It wasn’t your best decision, you can fully admit it, but he was friendly and sweet as he fucked you in his small bed.

You hadn’t expected sex to be like that, and if you had enjoyed this, you couldn’t help but wonder just how Shouto was in bed to have girls behaving like that.

However, the spell was broken when he helped you change back into your clothes, and he begged you not to tell Shouto he was the person you cheated on him with.

It was on this day that it clicked.

What went for him, unfortunately, went for you too.

Except where girls rose to the challenge to dethrone you from Shouto’s side (a shame because they were vying for a seat that you had no claim over), the boys lowered their head like some damn omega to Shouto’s alpha.

Disgusting.

Even with the plentiful, plethora, consistent denial of your relationship with Shouto, even with the tally of girls, Shouto’s bedded (and more excitedly, deflowered — ugh!) rose consistently, no one ever really believed you weren’t dating him! Too many a time, you had been centimeters from making out with a guy for them to pull away, screeching that they couldn’t allow you to betray Shouto. The men who didn’t care were sleezebags, and thus, with a growl and a snarl, you found that you were only able to fuck men who thought jackhammering their fingers into your labia — yes, your labia — would make you cum.

You didn’t want to say you hated your childhood best friend for such duplicitous, selfish reasons… but you did.

But today was Saturday, a few months into the new second semester of the school year, and with school spirit once again high and workload low. The entire campus was brimming with parties, celebrations, alcohol drinking competition, sleazy dancing, and enough sexual tension to kill all celibate people.

So, we look back to where we started.

Shishikura Seiji running away as you nestled back against Shouto’s chest.

“I didn’t think he was actually going to drink these things,” Shouto sighed, spinning the last few remaining drinks of his rosé in his hand. “It’s been in the fridge for almost five months.”

“He probably made his meatballs again and needed something terrible to blame the flavor on,” you half joke half say in complete seriousness. You were not fond of Shishikura at all, and he was not fond of you either. He had a tendency to mansplain everything, which continuously ground on your nerves, especially when he had no jurisdiction to act so confidently.

He was a physics major, not a goddamn god.

Fuck off.

“I feel sorta bad,” Shouto sighs, his hand low and warm on your waist. “But I will admit, these drinks are practically like carbonated water.”

“2% alcohol,” you stress, your grin widening as you pull away from his chest to stare at him. Your gaze is bright, and his eyes are filled with amusement. “You’re either the world's lightest lightweight or a child with no tolerance to actually expect to get drunk off this shit.”

“I think you’re slurring your words already though, you sure you’re okay, lightweight?” Shouto teases, his soft smirk teasing.

“Who was the one who took three shots and passed out?” you wonder innocently, finger to your chin as if you were trying to remember.

“At least I don’t throw up when I crossfade.”

“IT'S NOT MY FAULT. MY BIOLOGY JUST HAPPENS TO WORKS THAT WAY!”

“Alright, bitch,” Shouto snorts, completely unattractively, “hurry up and get ready, yeah? We have a party we’re already late to, and we have no drinks for an actual pregame.”

You squeal excitedly, having forgotten the massive party that was being held a few blocks away. “I’ll be ready in ten!”

Typically, when you went out partying, you went with the group of eleven people you would have rather replaced Shishikura as a roommate. To get ready for said parties, you would always find yourself at Momo’s place with an outfit change, makeup bag, and hair styling items. You had made it a tradition with the other girls to get ready together. The only exceptions to which this wouldn’t happen was when someone had a work event or some family thing come up.

In your case, you had been stuck at a professor's office, diligently helping to put together their research journal as they were in their final steps of publishing their findings. Due to your friendly relationship with your professor, the time had been lost, and your ten p.m. call time to arrive at Momo’s had been missed with a quick:

↳ held up at work! go on without me, sorry! see you at the party!!!!

When you crashed through the front door of your apartment, you froze, seeing Shouto in the hallway by the mirror. Sometime between getting his haircut to be shorter and from this day, he had begun to style his hair by threading it back by his fingers, and boy, it looked fucking good. He was already dressed up for the party. Black joggers, a white t-shirt that was a bit too small if the tight, seductive way it clung to his muscles spoke of anything, and a hoodie he had no care about in case he lost it after taking it off once getting there. Shouto was practically immune to all weather types, he could be in both snow or fire without a single worry, but he knew that a large sweatshirt that smelled like him was enough to hook and line any truly desperate female.

Shouto had chuckled, taking in your frazzled state with years of practice and nudged toward the fridge, already knowing that you had missed your pregaming with the girls.

“Shishikura has two rosés left. Grab ‘em, and we can pregame together.”

But that was all unimportant and already said.

In the end, it took you thirty minutes to get ready.

You had practically smeared on your makeup, hoping the warm, crazy miscoloring would be hidden within the crazy light show the party would definitely be displaying. Your outfit consisted of a tank top that exposed your cleavage and a skirt that hugged your legs and ass just right.

You came stumbling out of your room, fingers trying to shove on your earrings, the rings on your fingers clicking loudly against each other. You smiled breathily, gratefully accepting Shouto’s sweater as you slipped on your comfortable heels at the doorway before hurrying out.

Shouto kept an arm around your shoulder the entire way out, the immense heat of his body keeping you warm as his sweater rested lazily, awkwardly, around your shoulders and arms. You didn’t want to put it entirely on to save your makeup, and in case anyone had any fucking thing to say about the show you and Shouto were putting on. Eventually, the bright and comical conversation between you and Shouto began to grow louder as the pounding of dance music began to ring in your ears. Soon enough, you passed a few drunk people, more and more, until you reached the house where the party was.

Shoving the sweatshirt into Shouto’s chest, you grinned as the smell of alcohol, weed, over-cologne men and women, the faint smell of puke, and the gross crawl of BO flooded your nose.

Ah yes, nothing like a university party.

Shouto laughs at your evident piqued excitement, and after he pulls on the light blue sweatshirt, he grabs your hand, and into the overcrowded home you go.

The intense heat of overcrowded bodies on a dance floor that also makes up a drinking game floor makes you grateful for your choice of clothes. Everyone around you is already drunk, sloshed, intoxicated off their ass as unknown drinks spill from their red Solo cups, sometimes even raining down on you. You grimace as Shouto continues to pull you through. You can taste the Hennesy on your upper lip and somehow know that whoever was drinking it was a freshman with a vendetta to kill his liver and love for drinking before coming of legal age.

“What do you want to drink?” Shouto yells over the nearly obnoxiously loud music. He has his sight on the drinks counter. “Mixed or the juice?”

“Fuck me up with the jungle juice!” you yell right back, pressing to his side as two dancing (see, vigorously dry-humping) nearly trample on top of you. “Parties are meant to be a non-sober event. I need to be borderline blacked out five hours ago!”

The agreeing chuckle from Shouto isn’t heard by you at all, but you can feel his chest give a familiar vibration as finally, he pulls you from the sea of bodies to where the floor is especially wet and sticky. You’ve reached the bar area.

Grabbing your own red Solo Cup, you watch as Shouto makes his own drink. Heavy on the alcohol, light on the mixer, and a good handful of ice (he’s always liked the cold better). His hand reaches for your cup and you offer your cup up as he opens up an ice chest filled with neon-colored jungle juice.

When the drink is returned to you, the both of you cheers and take a long drink.

“Y/N!”

“Y/N-CHAN!”

“You’re finally here, you fucking slut! Getcha fat ass over here now!”

Your neck is twisted to see the absolutely plastered group of girls you considered to be your closest friends, and you laugh loudly.

“Seems like I’m needed,” you yell at Shouto, trying your best to act nonchalantly as he smiles knowingly at you. “Text me about what you decide to do if we don’t see each other?”

“Of course,” he simply responds before placing the curve of his cup back onto his lip as hands grabbed your arms and whisked you away.

In a matter of sixty minutes, you all had played five drinking games.

The girls felt it was imperative to get you to their level right away, so they started off with a game of King’s Cup. Not only was the deck rigged against you — you pulled all four of the four cards and thus had to chug four times — but you had drawn the last King and drank some weird concoction of jungle juice, a tequila shot, a vodka shot, and whatever the fucking hell Mina was drinking. How you managed to chug that and stay on your feet was beyond you, but it was without saying that you had utterly and inevitably caught up with the girls.

After the King's Cup came the Flip Cup game, your team won thankfully due to Mina’s one flip wonder as Kaminari struggled to down the shot in the cup.

After Flip Cup came Smoke or Fire, a game that had Tsuyu stuck on the bus for a record-breaking one round. No one could believe she did that.

Then came a round of Shot Roulette to end with what you were currently doing now, using a drinking card game Momo had made in her spare time to do embarrassing things at random.

Five games in an hour… you questioned if there was by any chance illegal substances in the jungle juice because it had felt like a whopping two minutes.

“It’s midnight!” Hagakure hollered, stumbling backward as she grinned in drunken, stupid happiness. She giggled before singing, “Midnight… memoriessss~!”

Mina groaned at the reference but completely perked up as the dance music changed suddenly from its slightly mellow, good vibe song to none other than Everytime We Touch by Cascada. By tradition, by applicable law by all and every god, when this one song played, everyone needed to stop what they were doing and immediately head to the dance floor.

With your hand slightly sticky with alcohol, and your mind absolutely clouded with alcohol, you whooped loudly as Mina dragged you to the dancefloor. 

You, seven girls, formed a closed circle, your Solo cups sloshing over with alcohol, and your faces scrunched tight as you danced and sang as loudly as you could. Each pounding beat of music vibrated in your chest, each offkey note sung by the party-goers making you feel light, happy, dizzy, and oh so perfectly drunk. For just a split moment, you lock eyes with Shouto, who’s across the dance floor, his arms wrapped around some girl you don’t recognize, eyes drinking you in. You smile for a bit before turning back around, arms rocketing up to the air with your excitement.

Although the song ended, the DJ continued to play bangers, and you never once stopped in your mirthful dancing and grinding against your friends as the night continued to carry on. But when you spun out from Mina, your entire world spinning with it, a pair of warm, heavy, large hands rested on your waist, and you laughed.

“Who is this?” you ask, head slamming backward to try and look at the person who had caught you yet hadn’t tried grinding against you. “Oh, Inasa? Hi!”

Yoarashi Inasa was one of your University's well-known jocks. He was a skilled runner, one of the best Japan has ever seen despite his body type telling you he was a bodybuilder. Immediately your smile of idiotic stupor became intentful, seductive, still bordering extreme intoxication. Was Inasa your type? No, not really, but you could reasonably and accurately say that he was a handsome man, with a fantastic body, not to mention a pleasant personality.

You also itched to know what his dick looked like.

This was definitely someone you could see yourself fucking tonight.

“Hi, y/l/n,” Inasa said, his naturally loud voice easily picked up on despite the music being blasted in your ear. “How’s your night going?”

You lick your dry lips, eyes blinking a few times before you turn in his arms, your arms stretching so that you could wrap them around his neck. “Better now that you’re here,” you smile shyly. “How’s yours.”

“Ahem,” Inasa blushes, his eyes staring straight at your cleavage before looking back up at you. “H-Hoping to get better from here! Well, I’m sure it will be.”

“Oh?” you ask, your confidence building faster and faster as you press further against him. “Anything you have in mind?” —you press your thigh suggestively against the semi-hard spot against his jeans. — “Anyway... I can... help?”

Inasa groans deep in his chest, his head knocking backward at your implications, the pleasant vibrations passing on to you. You grin, fingers scraping against the bottom of his buzzcut and bringing him closer, praying for a kiss. But as he returns his head back down, his gaze leaves yours for a split second, and you watch in horror as a sobering look washes over him.

“Actually… you’re here with some random dude, right? I don’t want to step on his toes. I thought I saw you come in with some guy; sorry y/l/n, I can’t do this.”

And just as quickly as he was against you, he was gone.

It took everything in you not to screech bloody murder over the fact that you were once again left horny with no man to take responsibility for it.

Calculated Rate of Not Getting Dicked Down When I Want to Get Dicked Down When Coming to a Party With Shouto: 78% Calculated Rate of Not Getting Dicked Down When I Want to Get Dicked Down When Coming to a Party Without Shouto: 22%

Walking home alone, cold, and with extreme bitterness towards Yoarashi Inasa was a sadly sobering experience. By the time you collapsed onto your bed, you were only slightly buzzed, boarding sobriety while not being sober exactly.

Fuck men.

Fuck their cowardness over a nonexistent romantic/sexual relationship between you and Shouto.

But also… you really wanted to fuck men right now.

The slicked horniness of the potential thought of bedding Inasa had made its unignorable appearance via your soaked panties. You hated yourself, hated your biological needs and lusts.

“I’ll wring Shouto’s neck in front of all of them next time,” you grumble to yourself. “Stage a fake breakup for an imaginary thing…”

Nestling further into your pillows, your eyes closed, body relaxing against the bed when a peculiar sound seemed to echo in your ear.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Your eyes slammed open, your jaw-dropping at the very obvious, entirely embarrassing sound of Shouto having sex on his desk sounded in your room! Of course it sounded in your room. His desk was pressed to your wall because that would mean whenever he was his icky womanizer self, you wouldn’t have to hear anything! Your rooms were soundproof but apparently not movement proof.

The thwack of the wood desk slammed against the wall, and with your ear so close to the wall, you began to hear the shaky, intense breathing of Shouto. The whines, keens, and screams of the girl he was fucking as she begged for more. Sobbing that his cock was too much for her.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Your panties soaked even more, and with a brain that somehow retracted back into its state of stupor, your fingers brushed against your swollen, ready clit.

This was wrong, so very, very wrong, you thought, the sounds of pitched whining against the stupidly impressive, steady, consistent fucking.

Your mind was a drunken fever. 

Your eyes closed not all the way, yet blind to the wall before you as your finger danced and teased against your demanding clit.

You whined softly, matching the groaning of Shouto, who banged something other than the desk into the wall.

For a moment, just this once, you wanted to be the one desperately clinging to Shouto’s back, hips snapping and circling in tandem to his, allowing him to drill his cock deep within you. Your back arched, heat reaching your toes, buzzing filling your lips.

“Yes, fuck, right there, Todoroki!” the girl screamed, begged, and prayed. “Oh my god, yes, yes yes, right there, right the— mmph!”

You find your teeth sinking into your fist, trying to keep your pounding, horny induced brain from crying out. You wanted to know what he was doing to her, if he had kissed her silent, shoved his fingers in her mouth. Maybe he had fucked her so good she couldn’t possibly say more.

There is nothing from Shouto you can hear, no noises of praise, nothing except the occasional ragged breath that seems to permeate through the walls and whisper sweetly, teasingly, like a succumbs in your ear.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

It increases, in noise, the wall separating your room from his beginning to rattle, shake in his conquest.

Your fingers are wet, entirely slippery with your conquest, your hips thrashing against your touch, clinging to a phantom memory of the last male you had managed to fuck. Then, as your stomach trembles with the orgasm that's mere seconds from blessing you with a release, you hear him—Shouto.

“Fuck.”

It’s not much. If anything, this girl should be so embarrassed she hasn’t been able to elicit a loud response from Shouto, but it’s a verbal gift from heaven above for you. His voice, tight, husky, drenched with a driving lust, whispers to you and only you, wrapping you in this blanket of solitude and need. 

With your back arching from the mattress, your hips leaving the soft surface, and your jaw growing slack, your moan is silent, unheard by no one but the heavens as you cum. Heat floods throughout your entire body, tickling and twirling in you until you can’t do anything but shudder, shaking as you fall back down on your bed, dizzy and completely satisfied. 

You don’t think about it.

Don’t try to unpack just what happened right now because the reality that you had just masturbated to the sound of your childhood best friend fucking some random girl is a bit too much. Even for you.

So you don’t think about it, and soon the thudding of the desk on the wall is nothing but a drumming lullaby, and sleep consumes you.

When you wake up, you don’t remember what you did.

You get up and trudge to the bathroom, your party clothes abandoned completely so that you’re wearing nothing but a large shirt you had stolen from Shouto years ago. You scratch your belly as you walk into the bathroom, eyes caked with your sleep still as you begin brushing your teeth.

As you brush your teeth, you begin to take off last night's makeup — well, whatever remained of it.

Spitting out the last foamy remains of the paste from your mouth, you rinsed your mouth before washing your skin. You looked much more awake now. Slapping your cheeks in an encouraging, ‘im a functional human adult taking part in some random face wash commercial,’ you exited the bathroom and went to the kitchen. 

Shishikura was already in the kitchen, his face expressionless, entirely dead to the world as he scooped some rice into a bowl and topped it off with some eggs.

“Morning,” you yawn, arms stretching over your head as you near closer to your unwanted roommate.

Shishikura sneers at you, but even he was more polite in the morning, sometimes.

“I heard the both of you get back last night,” Shishikura mocked, slamming the lid to his rice cooker with an unimpressed scowl. “You were thirty minutes apart. You know, if you two still want to be partying like a bunch of eighteen-year-olds, do it respectfully.”

Your smile back at him is as fake as he is, and you refuse to move out of the way as he tries to walk back to his room. He growls — gross? — and sidesteps you, grumbling the entire way back to his room as you roll your eyes at his retreating form.

What a child.

You entered the kitchen, fixing up your own things for breakfast.

Kettle brewing hot water for tea, rice cooker on for your own rice (you make enough for Shouto too), and you begin cooking some ham and eggs, readying yourself for a Sunday for going to the library and studying. You hummed to yourself, your phone plugged into the speaker as your music filled the quiet morning air.

You bobbed your head in rhythm with the music, your eyes concentrating on slowly cooking eggs as you poured the hot water from your kettle into the teacup. As you placed your teabag in, you looked up to the sound of a creaking door and grinned wickedly as a girl with light blue hair walked out of the hall you and Shouto’s room were in.

Her dress was rumbled, a few blooming red and purple marks sitting prettily on her collarbone, and her face flushed red as she began to scurry out.

“Bye!” you call out, laughing at the scared eep from the girl and the disgruntled groan from Shouto’s room.

You set down your tea, flipping the eggs in the pan as you heard more shuffling before finally, Shouto made his appearance. He was in nothing but grey sweatpants that sat so low on his waist you could not only see the band of his boxer-briefs, but you were entirely aware of the v-lines, the abs, the pecs, and the small happy trail from his belly button down. You also noted that there was not a single mark on his body, and you wondered if he had ever taken a single mark from a one-night fuck before.

God really cursed you with an objectively attractive best friend, huh.

“Morning, slut,” you sing, noticing with happiness that your rice cooker sang a merry tune, indicating that the rice was done. “Breakfast?”

“Mm,” Shouto grumbled, his hands rubbing his face as he trudged closer to the kitchen, taking a spot on one of the stools. “Depends. Did you make it?”

“...I always make it.”

“I think I like Shishikura’s breakfast better.”

Silence.

You glare at Shouto, and in turn, his lips press to a comfortable, teasing smile.

“Fend for your damn self then.”

Shouto laughed loudly as you began to stubbornly fix yourself a bowl of both your servings. You ate far less than he did, but still enough to fill you until after three pm, so the size of your bowl was hysterical. 

“You’re such a horrible wife-roommate,” Shouto accuses, standing up from the stool and entering the kitchen to try and persuade you otherwise to give him his own food. “And here I thought that you liked cooking for me.”

“Go tell your stupid wife-roommate Shishikura instead,” you cry loudly, the faux sniffles from you stupidly fake as you begin to shovel a mouthful of rice and eggs into your mouth. “I’m shwure you’chll beh happ t’gther!”

“That’s absolutely disgusting, y/l/n,” Shouto accuses, his nose scrunching as he traps you in his arms, mouth trying to intercept the food moving from your bowl and into your mouth. 

With another desire to prove how unsatisfied in your roommate-marriage you were, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue full of uneaten, partially chewed rice.

“Ea’ eh!” you mocked, your grin growing as Shouto’s initial instinct was to whip his head away from you.

But as always, because Shouto enjoyed being incredibly annoying, he went after your tongue, readying to eat the chewed-up food off your very tongue. 

Eventually, you gave Shouto back his part of the breakfast, laughing as the both of you chatted about who was going to repay Shishikura for the used rosés. Neither one of you could decide, and so it was something to be solved later. Noon, however, came and with a nod, you accepted Shouto’s hug goodbye, to which you twisted his nose triumphantly as you waddled out of the front door, clothed in your winter gear, textbooks, and laptop,

It was time to brave the world and get this paper done.

“Mina, I mean… absolutely no offense when I say this, but it still shocks me every time you say you’re a chemistry major. You just seem so…”

“Dumb?”

“Yeah.”

“You gotta be some kind of stupid to willingly take inorganic chem,” Mina laughed, balancing her textbooks on her head as the both of you climbed the stairwell to the library’s study rooms. “That's why I have the dance minor! Best of both worlds!”

“Could never forget about that,” you laughed as the both of you neared the top of the stairwell.

You didn’t mean to notice him. As a matter of fact, most of your failed conquests at parties never amounted to much anger from you, but seeing Inasa from across the way, his face buried in some aerodynamics textbook, anger boiled in you. On the way to meeting with Mina, you had realized your mistake last night and how you wouldn’t have made said mistake if it hadn’t been for Inasa! You could’ve been dicked down, slammed against your bed and wall as the giant of a man fucked you!

“I’ll be right back,” you sneered, eyes narrowing as you passed your textbook to Mina.

With fire following in ever long, powerful stride, you blinked and immediately found yourself before Inasa.

“Hi. Wanna explain what happened last night?”

Inasa reacted as if you had shot him, his knees coming up to hit the table, his body knocking backward, and he tumbled, crashing to the floor as you watched with a gaping mouth.

“Y-Y/L/N!” Inasa shouted, his face going through half a billion emotions before settling in anxiety-filled fear. You watched, horrified yourself, as he swung to his knees, his head crashing to the floor as he began apologizing to you. “GOODMORNING, HOW ARE YOU TODAY?!”

“Pipe it down, Inasa!” you hiss, your cheeks flooding with embarrassed heat as you garnered the attention of everyone on the floor. “I’m not going to hurt you! I just wanted to talk!”

“Aha, yes, of course!” Inasa laughs, a full belly laugh. He sits up and you freeze seeing the bloodied cut on his forehead. He stands up, completely unaffected by the gash on his forehead, and uprights his chair before sitting comfortably. “How can I help you?”

“What happened to you last night?” you try again, eyebrow raised, arms crossed definitely and awkwardly because yeah… you were confronting a guy who didn't want to sleep with you. “You were into me and then suddenly wasn’t.”

Inasa laughs more, although nothing you said, implied, or did was even remotely funny.

Irritation runs through your veins.

“Inasa, please,” you sigh in helplessness, your eyes annoyed, pleading, and hopeful that he would be the one to finally give you an actual reason.

“It’s… it’s not you. If that’s what you’re wondering,” Inasa finally sighs. His face turns uncharacteristically solemn as his tongue passes through his lips, his shoulders raising to a shrug. “Typically speaking, you are exactly who and what I want when I endeavor in less than chivalrous but still passionate activities. I wanted you last night, and I will not lie that even as I left, I regretted behaving as I did.”

“Well, you did it, and it sorta really sucked,” you laugh, your mouth taut in a frown as your feelings are genuinely hurt.

You keep being put down, and there’s no reason for it.

Why couldn’t you be as sexually active as you wish you could be?

“...Todoroki has a claim on you,” Inasa spoke slowly, his mouth dipping from a usual smile to a frown. “I know you guys aren’t together, but in a way, you two are.”

“No,” you say with complete certainty, anger burning in your chest, “we’re not.”

“Try telling Todoroki that,” Inasa shrugs, his fingers scratching through his buzz cut. “Listen, I wanted to have intercourse with you last night; I did. I also am aware that Todoroki is a womanizer, but he said you were off-limits for all of us.”

“He said that?” your voice is perfectly calm, not showing the raging fire in you.

“Well, no, he definitely did not,” Inasa sighs, the palm of his hands pressing tightly against his eyes. “He has never said it… but it’s the way he talks about you, how he looks at you. It’s a claim on you, even if it’s not a verbal one, and well, no one wants to defy him.”

Your nostrils flare in your irritation, and you find that you’re stepping into Inasa’s personal space, his eyes going wide as you step between his legs and press your hands on his chest.

“I’ll be going home in about five hours. If you still want to fuck me, wait for me,” you say slowly, trying to make sure he understands. “I don’t care if Sho looks at me the way he does; he is not my boyfriend.”

Inasa gulps, his tan skin sporting a healthy pink flush, “Yes, ma’am.”

Five hours later, you’re walking into your apartment with Inasa behind you, his warm, slightly sweaty hand clasped in yours. You make eye contact with both your roommates, Shishikura, whose eyes are rolling to the depths of his skull, and Shouto, who looks like a wall. You, despite the anger you’re feeling for Shouto, smile prettily, then grin wolfishly as you corral Inasa towards your room. You send your roommates a wink before closing the door with a decisive click.

Much like you assumed the night prior, your drunken hazed, lust-driven, anger-flared thoughts proved to be right. Inasa fucked you against the wall, deep into the mattress, he drilled and fucked you until his dick was wet with your slick, and his leg was trembling with his plentiful unleashed loads. But you weren’t done yet, too many times have you been denied, and even though Inasa was trembling, his voice shaking with desperate pleas to slow down or he would cum too fast, you rode him with powerful, swiveling hips.

Once he left, you felt light again.

Your head light, body glowing as you dressed your bruised, cum slick body in a robe as you trudged to the bathroom. You showered, letting the warm water and sweet-smelling oils drench your body before you eventually exited, your hair in a towel, Shouto’s shirt on your person again.

Waltzing to the living room, you grinned as you collapsed on the couch, every grievance you held when you walked in forgotten at the moment.

“Hello,” you smile, your head falling onto Shouto’s lap who was, at the moment, very interested in his phone. Shishikura was gone, undoubtedly leaving in case he heard something he didn’t want to hear during your little four-hour sexscapade. “I am a leaf flowing through the river right now, if you’re wondering.”

“Don’t need to wonder. You were perfectly loud enough,” Shouto grumbled, his eyes rolling. “Says something that I could, considering the rooms are soundproof.”

“I should hope so! After you, the girls rave that Inasa is the best fuck on campus,” you hum, still on a delirious high as you attempt to reach for your best friend's hand to grasp. But to your shock, Shouto jerks away from your touch, and he stands, letting your head fall roughly on the couch. And just like that, your anger is back. The emotion Inasa had managed to fuck out of you for a bit returned at full force. “Shouto?!”

“What?” he snaps.

“What the fuck is your problem?!”

“My problem is that you brought someone to fuck at fucking five p.m.,” Shouto explains, his expression like the void, empty, dark, menacing. “We agreed to keep it until past ten.”

Your face screws up as you push up off the couch, “Are you kidding me?! I’ve seen you constantly bring girls to fuck at any and all times of the day! Don’t suddenly bring that shit in when it clearly isn’t an actual rule in this apartment!”

“You were also being obnoxiously loud,” Shouto narrows his eyes at you.

“You are too!”

“When am I ever?”

“I literally listened to you fuck that girl last night against our shared wall!”

“You moved your bed to our shared wall?! When?!”

“Doesn’t matter! I would’ve heard it just fine on the other side!”

“The girl wasn’t even that fucking loud!” 

“You can’t ever remember the names of the girls you fuck! Do you know anything about them ever? Are you even using condoms?!”

“You only ever fuck men with questionable personalities.”

“Gee, I wonder fucking why!”

The two of you were nose to nose, anger flaring and near tangible between the two of you.

“What do you mean?” he grits slowly.

“I’m talking about you mad dogging any male human who so much as looks or thinks of me!” you snap, finger shoving between his pecs. “No one touches me because somehow they respect the way a womanizer looks at me.”

“I’m not looking at you in any special way,” Shouto squints his eyes, completely not having your accusations.

“Even if you don’t, this fucking behavior is pathetic of you!” you say, hands motioning between you two and the room. “I had sex, and you’re acting like some pathetic child! I have been putting up with your sex-craze tendencies since we were sixteen, asshole! Sixteen! If I want to gloat and float about having sex, then I fucking deserve to.”

His nostrils flare, his upper lip curling in a small twitch before he rolls his eyes and walks away.

“That’s right, Todoroki,” you laugh bitterly at his retreating form. “Walk away from a fight because you can never win them.”

It took a bit for the dust to settle, but as soon as it did, you realized in horror that you and Shouto had, for the first time ever, fought.

Being roommates with Shouto was always a fun thing. Having your childhood best friend right at your disposal meant that you could have dinner nights, movie nights, game nights, morning waffles, hikes, and literally anything whenever and wherever you wanted. He was a person to talk to when the days were long, and there was no one else in the world, the person who was there for you through thick and thin. But for two days, he had been locked away in his room, unwilling to look at you, refusing to be anywhere near you.

Your friends had noticed immediately.

The way the both of you hadn’t shown up together, the way you sat at opposite ends of the table, refusing to be trapped in a conversation together. Separate the two of you were, and the world acted as if Earth had dropped out of gravity.

You could care less right now.

You were rightfully mad at him! How dare he act so pettily over you having a sex life when you were expected to blink, turn the other way, and laugh when he would shower after a girl would leave before joining you on the couch to watch a movie. He was in the wrong, not you!

But even if you were unwilling to budge and he was refusing to see things the way they should be, you were now incredibly lonesome. So as you sat with your back on the mattress. Your butt to the wall, and your legs kicking against the wall, you thought of what you could do. With a bitter sigh, you rolled off your bed and scurried out of the apartment. Nothing but your wallet and ID on you so that you could get to the store on the first floor of the complex.

Holding the item in hand, you knocked on a door, your gaze already on the floor, embarrassed that you were going to do what you had to do.

“What?” came the annoyed voice of Shishikura, the door to his room opening as he looked at you unimpressed and very obviously unwelcomed.

“Truce?” you asked, raising the six-pack of Angry Orchard Rosé Cider. 

Shishikura looks at you, at the ciders, then back at you.

“Fine.”

How in the world you’re drunk off of four rosé ciders is beyond you, but you are. You’re in the living room, laughing so hard that your stomach hurts as you’re trying not to snort the liquid from your mouth and out your nose. Shishikura is equally plastered off of one drink, his red a ruby red against his purple hair. He’s leaning against you, his breathing ragged, near asthmatic as he tries to once explain just how Shouto looked like when some girl slapped him across the face yesterday for ghosting her after sex.

“He was so shocked!” Shishikura squeaked out, his voice pitchy and incredibly high as he laughed more and more. “You should have seen it!”

Your feet kicked at the air, your face and lungs burning with a fire you hadn’t felt in so long as your laughter turned silent. You gasped for air, trying to contain yourself but failing hysterically.

“Do you wa’ another meatballsh?” Shishikura suddenly asked, his hands flailing to grab his plate of meat. “I think you want another o’.”

“I wan’ ‘ne!” you cried with a slight slur, tears of joy slipping past your eyes to which you haphazardly scrubbed them off your face. “They’re soooo good! I didn’t think they could be so… be so good!”

You find yourself eating another meatball, drinking it down with the cider and feeling happy again. Shishikura goes still by your side, and you hum in wonder, unfocused eyes trying to find what had caught his attention and falling onto the one man you were mad at currently.

Shouto was standing at the apartment entrance, dressed in ripped black jeans, a tight grey turtleneck sweater, and his backpack slung on his shoulder. It was, without a doubt, a studying-only outfit. You knew and have discussed too many times with Shouto about how he never trusted women to take his turtlenecks off without potentially ruining the fabric.

“Well, someone’s finally home... from a night of beddin mo’ women, huh?” a voice spoke, but you were completely unsure if it was you or Shishikura who said it.

Judging by the way Shouto’s eyes locked on Shishikura and not yours, it seemed it was him who said it.

“No, I was doing something,” Shouto retorted, his hand gripping the strap of his backpack, his eyes shifting between you and Shishikura. “A paper for class.”

“Sure,” you end up speaking up, your voice sounding completely sober. You sit up so that your elbow is resting on Shishikura’s nearest shoulder. You raise the glass bottle to your lips, drinking its content without care, never once breaking eye contact. “What was the paper's name? You going after your TA? Or was it a professor by chance?”

Shouto’s eyebrows furrow, his face completely unimpressed by your comeback, but he remains silent.

“He looks like he’s trying to cosplay that one Young The Rock picture, no way would a dignified professor or TA fuck him!” Shishikura laughed with a loud bark, and all of a sudden, that was all you could see too.

The both of you howled with laughter, laughing and slapping each other as you attempted to drink the last bits of the rosés as Shouto rolled his eyes and walked away.

“This is fun. No wonder why you guys do it to me so often.”

-

As time does, it moves forward.

It seemed as if the entire campus had tuned in to what had transpired between you and Shouto. No one the slightest bit sure as to what happened, but everyone knew something big had happened. There was no more walking together before classes or after classes, no weird Instagram or Snapchat stories of the other, both of you never having to excuse yourself because you had plans with the other. Even though they claimed to not care about other people’s business, the school was suddenly invested in the single speculation that Todoroki Shouto’s and Y/l/n Y/n’s relationship was over.

“Breaking News, it was never a real relationship!” you would scream the first few times you heard it, which only worked to make them whisper louder that you were in further denial.

For the last seventeen years of your life, you had never gone more than two days without talking or seeing your childhood best friend. Those two days happened when Rei had experienced a staggering, hospital-inducing breakdown from stress and had subsequently burned Shouto when you were five years old. The two days were because he spent four days in the hospital. The first two days, he was not allowed visitors as the hospital staff put him under a coma to help his body from entering shock and heal. Of course, the moment he was awakened, you were dragging your mother to his bedside.

That was the only time you hadn’t seen or spoken to Shouto consistently.

But since Sunday evening, you had only seen Shouto once when you were drunk with Shishikura. You had only spoken to him then too.

For the first time in seventeen years, you broke your record of not talking or seeing Shouto.

From two days to five.

It was weird.

You felt almost empty.

So when Mina and Uraraka placed their arms around your shoulders, their eyes dead serious, you knew that they had a distraction for you.

“The deltas are throwing a party,” Uraraka spoke with mystery. “It is on Saturday.”

“It is only right that we go, get our asses so drunk our blood is practically a distillery, and fuck anyone who looks at us a second longer than anyone else,” Mina agrees, her tone wise and knowing as she nods her head.

“Our question to you is:” they spoke together, their voices weirdly, obviously practiced, in synch. “Are you in?”

Your tongue is pressed between your lips, your fingers pressing against the textbook you were using to help support your essay’s thesis, and you roll your eyes.

You grin.

“Obviously.”

And as time promises each and every time, Saturday finally came.

“What is our objective tonight?!” Mina screams over the background music that Jirou is blasting in Momo’s larger-than-life bathroom.

“To fuck bitches and get money!” Hagakure, the only one currently not downing a drink, screams back.

“NO, WRONG!” Mina shakes her head, climbing onto the white marble countertops and pointing at Jirou. “Kyo! Your turn!”

“To beat that prick in the sound booth and prove that I’m—”

“NO! Wrong again! Yaomomo!”

“Um, to make everlasting mem—”

“INCORRECT, YOU GORGEOUS PRINCESS! Tsuyu, don’t fail me, babe!”

“Well, it’s to prove to Todoroki that y/n-chan should be able to fuck any person she wants.”

“A bit lengthy, a bit focused on the wrong parts of it, but YES! Tonight’s operation: get y/n a man — preferably Inasa — who fucks the negativity out of her!”

You laugh loudly, rolling your eyes as you lean in closer to the mirror. You hold a Mike’s Hard in one hand, and in the other is your eyeliner as you paint on your makeup. You’re not really hearing the conversations that the girls are having, your own mind too lost in the music, and the swaying you’ve picked up as the three bottles of Mike’s you’ve had in the past thirty minutes are calming down your still frazzled nerves.

You don’t pull away from your reflection until after you’re done smoothing over your favorite lipstick on your pouty lips. You look over at your reflection and see Mina dancing with an awkwardly stiff Jirou and a delightfully giggling Momo on the bathroom countertops. A smile forms on your face, happiness radiating in your chest, and you grin looking at your friends.

But Shouto still sat in your mind, and you couldn’t help but wonder why.

Why did it hurt knowing that he was avoiding you as much as you were him?

Why didn’t he just try to corner you?

Why did you care that he didn’t?

He was your best friend in the entire world, since your earliest memories, he’s been there, you reason, your whooping not quite as loud as you watch Jirou awkwardly be sandwich between a grinding Mina and a complacent Momo.

It was his fault you, you further reasoned, smiling widely at Hagakure, who was twirling around you, applying her lipstick as a super crazy never before seen talent of hers. He was the one acting like an idiot over the people you slept with even though you let all the people he slept with slide!

But why did you?

Your brows furrowed slightly, unfurrowing just as quickly as Mina pulled you and Uraraka up onto the countertop with her as Jirou and Momo dropped to the floor.

You fucking were in love with Shouto, damnit! Of course you let the stupid personal things go just to appease him! Your back straightened, your eyes rolling as you began to dance with the Kehlani music thumping in the background, but then you freeze.

You were in love with him.

You loved Shouto.

Not in a friendly, platonic, family way.

In an ‘I would date you if I could and marry you on the prettiest beach in front of the most beautiful sunset’ way.

You found that your body was dancing on autopilot as you began to reassess your thoughts, your actions, your wants with Shouto, desperately trying to disprove this love for him. But no matter what you did, you found that it was true no matter what angle you looked at it.

The bass dropped, and you went stiff, your body standing straight and tall although you felt incredibly, terribly small.

“I love him,” you spoke, although you’re not sure who to. Maybe it was to the laughing gods above you or the crying spirits around you. But the girls heard it for some reason, and they, as they were patiently waiting for these past six, nearly seven days, caught you as you went weak.

Finally, realizing that you were in love with your childhood best friend was not the conclusion you expected from a week's silence from Shouto and you. But as you were currently in a crop top with a mesh shirt underneath and the most ripped jeans you owned, chugging down a neon green and blue nearly toxic alcoholic drink, you realized that being at this party was the right way to conclude this circus of a week.

The rush of the liquid dropping down the beer bong was something you found yourself struggling to keep up with, and you felt some of the liquid pour out of your mouth as you grunt, trailing down your heaving chest, creating an image in your onlookers as you refused to choke or pull away. Swallowing the last bit of the drink, ripping the plastic tube out of your mouth, you threw your hands in the air, Tsuyu, who had held and poured the contents for you, screaming too as she lifted your arm in victory.

You couldn’t really hear the music anymore, much more entranced with the music you were singing on your own, and you were currently holding Mina’s face, touching foreheads with her as you spoke a mantra of your love for her.

“Ashido Mina, you are the baddest bitch in the whole wide world. I love your pink hair and your fat ass, and I would die for you. I love you… so fucking much,” is what you said. How it was actually said and how it was perceived is a whole other story because Mina laughed loudly and allowed you to hug her despite your sticky alcohol body.

Your twenties were the new two’s, it seemed.

“Yo, y/l/n!” a voice yelled, and although you let go of Mina’s face, your arms found a new home around her neck as you turned around.

“Hm?”

Your terrible drunk eyes looked all over before falling on a man wearing a basketball jersey and joggers.

Shindou Yo, one of campus’ manwhores. He had a reputation similar to Shouto, you knew that very well, but you were aware that he was disturbingly creepy. According to many vital witnesses, the man slept with just about anyone willing regardless of gender, so not only did you know what the girls thought of him, experienced with him, there was a wider demographic not even Shouto had entered. Number one thing to be told was the fact that Shindou was into some heavy, dark shit to an extreme, his room reeked of sex, and he himself smelled like booze, weed, and BO. But a strong dick was a strong dick at the end of the day.

“Come play beer pong with me?” he asked, his hands shoved into his pockets as he smiled innocently. “I’ve heard some pretty solid shit about your skills, and I want to see how I add up.”

“I’ll play!” you agree immediately, jumping at the thought of drinking more. “Bu I don’t wa’ beer… ish nashty.”

“Anything for you, darling.”

With your arm still holding onto Mina, you accepted Shindou’s hand and allowed him to drag you off to where he wanted to play the game of beer pong.

The game of beer pong went without a single thing going wrong. You were paired up with Shindou, and Mina had managed to find Kirishima in the crowd before you got to your destination and demanded she have him as a partner and not Monoma.

It was safe to say that you were drunk, disgustingly out of your mind. It was an intense game of Cup Pong, the two different teams equally as bad in the drunken stupor, but finally, the two teams were down to a single cup and Kirishima — who was the only reason why they were winning!!!! — had the last ball. You watched in terrible apprehension, fingers digging into Shinsou’s biceps as Kirishima rose the wet ping pong ball to Mina’s lips and let her blow on it for good luck before bringing it back in and began a few steadying practice throws.

“You know, I’m glad I saw you at this party,” Shindou whispers to you, his head ducking down so that you and only you could hear that.

“Why?” you say a lot louder than you wanted, your heart hammering in fear that you would lose this game.

“Because you’re sexy as fuck,” Shindou spoke, his voice turning deeper, huskier, “and now you’re single.”

You blink, attention stolen from the game as you forgot about the final cup and looked at Shindou with a blank stare and an open mouth.

“What?”

“Cuz you and Todoroki are over,” Shindou explains to you as if you’re a child. “You guys are over, right? That’s all everyone’s talking about, and all us guys are ready to fuck you whenever you’re ready.”

His smirk irritates you, the lust in his eyes angering you as you drop your hold on his arm.

“We weren’t together, and you knew that,” you say, eyes narrowing as the crowd watching the game explodes in raging cheers as Kirishima sinks the ball into the cup. “Why the fuck would Shouto be fucking every girl that walks if we were together? What makes you think I’d be okay with it?”

“You’re a cuck,” Shindou continues on, confidence unaffected. “Oh, are the two of you maybe changing roles now? Does the big guy want me to fuck you in front of him?”

Your fist makes contact with his throat before you can even stop yourself and the cheers quickly turn into gasps.

After apologizing profusely to the party holders, they decided that you could, in fact, stay at the party. Your knuckles throbbed in pain, the alcohol in your system buzzing in you in a way that wasn’t fun or relaxing as you made a simple side-step dance move in the middle of the dance floor. The girls, who had at the beginning of the party, drifted ways, had once more glued themselves at your side on the floor. You weren’t in a dancing mood as you took a drink of what you assumed to be a Moscow mule made by Mina for you to keep you at a high for the rest of the party.

Like hell you would ever let Shouto cuck you!

Let him fuck another woman in front of you?

You would go insane if he ever thought that would be acceptable.

“Down girl, relax!” Mina yelled by your ear. “I thought I was babysitting y/n, not Bakugou Katsuki!”

You startled, realizing that your frown had become a fierce snarl as you danced on the floor.

“Come on, babe, let’s get you feeling good again; let’s enjoy this night!” Mina exclaimed, her hands pushing your drink to your mouth and forcing you to chug the contents of the drink. The red Solo Cup is dropped to the floor as soon as you finish. She grabbed your wrists and began to fluidly move your arms — or as well as she could manage herself because she, too, was drunk.

But with Mina winking and smiling at you, the rest of the girls eventually throw themselves into your linked dance circle, your own negative emotions left and in came joy.

It took about another round of ten songs for the dance circle to be destroyed and to have all of you resuming a rave-like jumping and scream-singing as Jirou finally snuck her way into the DJ booth and succeeded to take over. You spun around at the end of one song, laughing completely out of breath as you clapped your hands together. You often forget that while Jirou only listened to a very specific genre, she was a musical genius who had banger playlists for every occasion.

It seemed frat parties were one of them.

However, the next song had your head tilting backward, your grin spreading even wider as you began to move your hips in slow, distinct movements. Dancing with your hips was something you had learned, something you instilled into your dancing category for as long as you could remember.

The beats were loud, deep, thumping deep in the ground and vibrating with great strength in your chest as you pointed a finger at Mina, who was also dancing similarly to you. Your lips moved as you sang the song quietly, the heat and humidity of the room suddenly pressing onto you like another person. You hummed, flicking the parts of your hair sticking to the nape of your neck off, grateful for the slightly cooler air hitting your sweaty skin.

As you rolled your hips down, your hands fanning yourself, trying to cool down your deliriously warm, alcohol-heated body, you froze for just a bit. A person pressed to your back, your ass pressing against a hot thigh, and a hand resting upon the curve of your thigh, keeping you in place. You might have cared, but the body against yours was a welcomed one. Your hips and ass continuing to move in tandem with the music, deliberate highs and lows, and you worked your way up and down the man's body who met yours with spinning accuracy that made you began to pant, your heart racing because this was hot to you. You raised your arms behind you, clasping onto his neck, keeping him on you.

His hair was soft under your touch, slightly sweaty but threaded and parted between your fingers just too easily. His left hand, which had found a spot on your stomach, was radiating heat, something easily felt due to you only having mesh cloth there.

It was slow.

Sensual.

Somehow familiar.

Absolutely mind-numbing.

His chest broad against your back, muscles strong and tight against you.

He was skilled, practiced. Someone you knew was not going to disappoint you, and as your lust-glazed eyes took in the entirely shocked looks of your friends, you finally turned to look.

Somehow, someway, you weren’t shocked at all to see Shouto’s clouded, dark eyes locking on yours. Your world seems to freeze as something between you and Shouto is so obviously broken between you, forever changing, no longer able to go back. It didn’t matter that this was the first time in almost a week you had seen him, had talked to him, he was there, and you wanted to feel his skin scorching against yours. His touch screamed of his want for you, your recognition of your love for him, and your current lust for him. You were angry, hurt, confused, but you were too drunk to care, too intoxicated on the spell the two of you created on this dance floor.

But even as your world froze, the music continued on.

Grabbing Shouto’s hand, you spun around so that his chest was now pressed against yours, your legs between his. You continued dancing, continued to roll your hips down as you sunk down to the ground as Shouto remained standing, his hand supporting and balancing you as you went down and up. He began to dance with you again, the world seemingly disappearing as the two of you ground and panted heavily in each other's ears.

He pushed forward, and you whined, feeling the blazing swollen heat of his semi-hard cock against your stomach, but you met him there.

Your fingers fisting in his hair as his hands found their way into your back pockets, gripping your ass, and your eyes fluttered shut as his mouth, blazing, intense, and intentful, mashed against yours. You kissed him back immediately, all defenses abandoned to that of your lust, wants, and needs. His mouth was a fire, his kiss a blaze that consumed you, drowned you, made you push for more.

It was a kiss that lasted who knows how long, but by the time you had separated, you could feel the familiar sting to your slowly swelling lips and the song that had ended.

His eyes were a near black, his cheeks flushed, and his arms kept you so close you had to think if you were in the privacy of your home or in public.

“I want you,” you whispered, your voice begging, pleading for him.

“I need you,” he responded, his voice equally wishing.

“Take me home,” you speak, lips pressing sloppy, desperate hot kisses to his neck. “Take me home and fuck me.”

“Fuck, yes, okay. Let’s go,” Shouto pants, his hands leaving your ass and grabbing onto one of yours before taking you and dragging you away.

It wouldn’t hit you until much later, but the very first kiss you had ever had with Shouto was in the middle of a dance floor, at a party where the male population had been ready to snatch you up after your relationship with Shouto was so-called over.

You were breathless.

No matter how deep you inhaled, you felt like you weren’t having enough oxygen flooding your veins, filling your lungs. You laugh loudly in the night, uncaring about the strangers you passed looking at you and Shouto, who chuckled and snorted with every giggle you made.

This felt crazy, insane, something serendipitous and not real even in the smallest of bits.

He kissed you.

He wanted you.

He said he needed you.

Wants and needs were different things, but he said need.

He needed you.

Just you.

Your feet ached from the running, but you could only focus on Shouto, your mind filling and swimming in the memory of his body pressed to you. The way his lips ghosted over your neck, and the way he danced against you — with you. The four-block walk back to your apartment seemed too far, and your eyes locked on a nearing alleyway.

With much more strength than you should have, you shoved Shouto into the alleyway, your mouth immediately pressing onto his.

Shouto groaned into your mouth, letting you drink his noises as you pulled him close, consuming him in a messy clash of teeth, spit, and tongue. You whined back, your legs slotting between his thigh and grinding down on the hard muscle. It alleviated the growing, scorching heat in your panties but also intensified it, making you want for more and more and more.

“You drive me fucking insane,” Shouto groaned in your mouth, shifting and guiding your rolling hips his thigh better, more fluid, more intense.

Your eyes barely cracked open, your mouth no longer kissing him put pressing against his in an open mouth pant. Your drunken breath saying nothing but implying the world.

Something Shouto was more than keen on giving you.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered for you to hear, so reverent, so holy. And so that you, the center of his world, the only thing he saw and believed in, knew how passionately, how ardently he believed in you, his mouth slid down your neck, and his teeth sunk in your flesh. He claimed you, praised you, making you a part of him.

“I’m still so mad at you!” you moan, voice pitched, whiny, and deliriously high. “I love you, asshole. I love you, and you sleep around! I love you, and I don’t care if you sleep around, but you care that I sleep around?!”

“I love you too,” Shouto mumbles against your neck, his teeth continuing to press into your skin that seems to explode with heat at the revelation. “I love, and I’m an idiot; I’m so sorry.”

And then he does something with his tongue against your neck, the soft of swipes, the wet tickling heat making your head slam back against the brick wall, and a mangled, strangled moan of unadulterated want emits from you.

“We'll talk about this in the morning,” you pant, fingers fisting in his shirt. “We can fix this, but right now, shut up and fuck me.”

“Y/n—”

“I’m horny,” you interrupt, hips sharply jutting into his leg. “You made me horny. Take responsibility.”

His eyes flashed dark, his nostrils flaring, and your words cemented in his head. He resumed his painting, his worship on your neck as you cried loudly in the alleyway, desperate, needy for more.

It was dizzying to have him on you like this.

For so long, you had only touched him in a few ways, had only ever felt a specific type of warmth. But this was unlike anything you’ve ever done with him, to him. It felt like you were burning and freezing, consumed by heat and energy and everything Shouto. His all too familiar cologne filled your nose, drowning your brain, invading your senses. His frantic heartbeat felt against your own body, telling you exactly how you were affecting him, how you made his heart speed and jump with every breathy whine.

“Fuck, I can’t do this. We need to get home now!” Shouto growls, his hands grabbing you by the wrist yet again and pulling you away.

His strides are long, quick, and powerful. You’re running to keep up, beautifully out of breath, staggering and stumbling to keep up in his objective to get back to the apartment now.

It doesn’t seem to take long before he’s pushing open the doors to the apartment complex, corralling you through the doors and into the elevator to get to the eleventh floor. The elevator doors are behind you, and with no one else in the life, you turn on him and immediately resume your own endeavor of claiming Shouto with your mouth, body, and soul. He matches your intensity, hands roaming from where the clasp of your bra sat to the curve of your ass. He grabbed you, pulled you in closer, the air in his nose staggering as you stammer against his mouth.

Teeth touch lips, tongues in each other's cheeks, and Shouto leads you out of the elevator backward, his one hand on your waist forever steady and the other one holding the key. Your fingers are back in his hair, pulling and tugging sharply on the soft, short strands with nearly disappeared gel. He gets to the door, fumbling with the key as you continue to kiss him, distracting him with the smallest of movements.

“Which room?” he asks against your mouth, pushing you through the threshold, his foot closing the door behind him.

The shoes are haphazardly kicked off and you’re now on your tiptoes to continue kissing him as you were. You tried to think, tried to figure out if you wanted to be surrounded by Shouto’s scent or to have him displayed in your room. His teeth then suckle on your bottom lip, biting down on the swollen, hot flesh just gentle enough that your mind draws a blank and your voice responds on its own.

“Mine.”

You shriek then, Shouto swiftly picking you up off the floor and you panic, hands swatting and beating on him as you scream to let you down. He continues walking, holding you without a worry, his arms remaining strong and firm beneath you. But with your distraction, with your lips no longer pressed sinfully against his, Shouto’s mouth finds a junction point on your clavicle and sinks his teeth down again, claiming you once more.

“S-Sho—” your voice hitches, the feeling too intense for you to process all at once. You hear your room door open and close, and without warning, you’re soaring through the air before collapsing on the bed.

“You think I go to the gym to get muscles for fun?” Shouto taunts, his fingers hooking under the dark grey t-shirt he’s wearing. “Angel, I go to the gym to make sure I can fuck you in any position, against any surface or wall you want.”

Your body feels like it's scorching as he removes his shirt, his muscles rippling and moving seductively with the devious, intentional movement.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” Shouto asks, the shirt dropping to the floor, removing all traces of oxygen from your person. He steps closer, fingers circling around your ankle and suddenly pulling you in toward him until you were sitting at the edge, his lips hovering over yours. “Cat got your tongue?”

Your tongue feels dry in your mouth, but your eyes narrow before you push up and capture his mouth back with yours. He kisses you back deeply, bending down so that you begin to shift backward, allowing him the space to crawl onto the bed with you, and at the last moment, your leg wraps around his waist and spins the both of you. Shouto gasps as you pin him onto the mattress, your tongue invading his mouth, brushing and swirling against his, coaxing his own tongue back into your own mouth. With the wet heat in your mouth, your teeth playfully, just gently dig into his appendage and tug.

“No, but it seems like I got yours,” you humor him, your teeth releasing his tongue, and Shouto looks up at you like you were both the sun and the moon, and the stars were a gift to him.

It takes your breath away.

Shouto grins, shifting onto his elbows so that he’s closer to you before kissing you again.

The kiss is growing louder, both your mouths ever so consuming, trying to relay years of repressed, unknown emotions and feelings within a drastic, incredible touch. Your hips begin shifting against his crotch, humping his clothed erection, demonstrating yet again the power and grace you hold in your body.

Shouto’s hands move from your ribs up to your breasts, and with the hot, rough flesh of his skin, he squeezes your tender flesh. You moan into his mouth, hips bucking wildly against him at the sensation. It isn’t a powerful flesh, but a reminder, a demonstration of just what and where he could inflect passionate actions.

Your hands scour his chest, fingernails dragging teasingly down his firm, developed muscles, fingers flicking and teasing at his own exposed nipples. Shouto grunts into your mouth, hips bucking powerfully upward into your clothed cunt, and you splutter at the power behind it. But it seems as though Shouto is over the fishnet mesh shirt and crop top you’re wearing because he’s tugging it out of the waistband of your jeans and commands in a deep, lust-ridden voice: “Off.”

Goosebumps flash across your skin, bubbling and spraying across your sensitive skin as your shirt and crop top join Shouto’s on the floor. Your gasp loudly when Shouto rolls the both of you over swiftly, his mouth immediately pressing hot, viper kisses on your breasts. All thought and reason leave your mind as his teeth nip and pull. His fingers pushing the straps of your bra off your shoulders and shoving your boobs out of the bra in a firm hold.

“You have no idea how fucking long I’ve wanted to touch you, kiss you, fuck you,” Shouto whispers, his tone almost dark as his hot air fans against your already pebbling nipples. “Fuck, angel, you’re better than anything I’ve ever dreamed about.”

You whine loudly, fingers tangling in his hair as you desperately, wordlessly try to persuade him to put his lips around your attentive, eager nipples.

“I always forget you got these things,” Shouto says in wonder, his fingers touching the metal bars sitting so innocently, deviously on through your nipple. He tugs on the bar, and all the nerves in your breast fire and tingle, and your feet curl by his back as you whimper. “Fuck... I can’t believe I forgot…”

“S-Shouto, I fucking swear!” you almost screech, hands desperately pulling at strands of red and white, wanting his teeth and tongue and the suction of his mouth on your nipple. “Stop. Fucking. Talking!”

Shouto chuckles, his eyes of blue and grey flashing up at you dangerously, knowingly.

“Okay,” he says cheekily, and as if he read your thoughts, his teeth gently bit down on your all too ready nipple. Your head slams against the mattress, your chest feeling alive as if you had been electrocuted. He sucks your nipple, teeth tugging on the sensitive flesh, clacking against the metal in your flesh. His fingers taking care of your lonesome nipple, keeping it company with gentle, purposeful rolls as he has you sobbing his name.

“Please, please, please,” you beg, although you have no idea what you’re begging for. Your hips pathetically grinding into his clothed cock, trying to get yourself to cum while not having been touched. “Sho— Shouto!”

Shouto pulls away from your nipple with a loud pop. His breath panting, short, and overwhelmingly strained as if simply sucking your throbbing, needy nipple had given him the same amount of pleasure as it did you before consuming your forgotten one. Just as before, you melted against him, begging please, pretty please to him but never telling him what you were wanting. You didn’t know what you were wanting.

But unlike before, his hands leave their attentive position on your free nipple and slam your hips back down onto the mattress, keeping you down and still as he continued his ministrations until you were nipplegasming. You choked as the orgasm consumed you, your body going rigid and your eyes rolling to the depths of your head as his hot mouth was all you could think of. For a moment, the needy wet heat between your thighs was easily ignorable, something unneeded until Shouto was pulling away and kissing you again.

His chest was pressed tight against your own chest, your sensitive, overstimulated nipples rubbing against his chest with the welcomed friction as you let out a wordless, near-dizzy sigh into Shouto’s mouth. He kissed you with incredible passion, with dizzying heat, and consuming lust.

Your voice was so small, your voice easily drowned in Shouto’s mouth as your fingernails dug into his back and raked down pathetically, desperately proving that you were still here. Still fighting him on just who would win this night. Your fingers went down the curve of his spine, trailing down until you found the waistband of his sweats, and with his mouth everso distractingly on the swell of your breasts, biting, marking, and sucking hickies and his print on you for forever, he helped you slide the pants off.

In an almost dramatic fashion, his eyes burning deep into yours, leaving you stunned and a worshiper at his feet, he rose off your bed and let the pants fall. You shakily inhaled, your eyes suddenly transfixed and only seeing the hard, leaking dick that stood tall and proud against his twitching stomach. At the mere sight of him, you now truly, completely, and entirely understood just why the girls were obsessed.

From tip to the base, he was thick, the flush of his skin gorgeous, the curve of his cock optimal to fuck anyone. He was long, thick, and delicious—trimmed pubes of red and white and balls that had your mouth watering and going dry. You wondered, imagined, tried to visualize just how much it was going to hurt getting that in you. You’ve never had a man with a dick like that, never had to choke or fuck on something that looked like it would possibly render you stupid the moment you were impaled.

“Can I?” you ask, ‘can I touch you? Can I suck you?’ go unsaid.

“You owe me one,” Shouto says, his words teasing if it wasn’t for the way his voice betrayed him with the eagerness, the want and inexplicable tell that says if you don’t touch him, he will lose his fucking mind. “Please, do it.”

You’re dragging him back onto the bed, sitting him by your headboard, spreading his legs apart as you situate yourself between them. With a tentative, shaky hand, you reach out and grab on his dick.

His flesh is hot to the touch; it's hard and twitches just so at your grasp. Shouto lets out a gasp mixed with a whine, and you look at him with wide eyes and parted lips. Unable to help yourself, you lean in, your nose touching the underside of his length and nuzzling into the flesh. You look back up at him with hooded eyes, eyes dark with mirth, lust, and an overwhelming need to please Shouto. He stares back, eyes entirely too bright, almost scared, almost as if he can’t believe this is happening.

You smile softly, eyes breaking contact to look at the swelling cock in your hand, and then back at him as your tongue pokes out of your mouth and puts a long, wet stripe against his length.

And Shouto?

Shouto moans like a man who’s had warm food after days of starving.

You lick from base to tip, saliva mixing with precum as your mouth presses teasing, open mouth kisses down the length of his cock, tongue pressing against the sweltering heat of his balls.

“Fuck, y/n, stop teasing,” Shouto grits, his hips pathetically snapping into nothing, his hands desperately trying to touch you, to which you swatted him away each and every time. You tut, shaking your head. With both your hands fisting his dick at the middle of his length, your squeeze and pull in opposite directions.

The reaction is one that you were hoping for, Shouto’s head slamming to the headboard with a clash, his legs jumping just a bit, and precum coming out in even heavy drops. You laugh breathlessly at his display, enamored with how fucking easy he is to get to make noises. He’d never made noises before, no other girl had him the way you did, and that made you crazy with power.

Before you wanted to, your mouth consumed to head of his cock, allowing the musky smell that was completely and only Shouto to fully consume you. You sucked on his thick swollen head, tongue pressing on the leaking slit on his head as he choked on your name. You smile, taking him in further, straining against the weight in your mouth, the pressure on the back of your throat, and the stretch of your throat. As soon as you had him a bit way in, you were pushing out, his hips driving to find you but missing you. Shouto’s noise was almost broken, near needy, and your head spun with his noises. Unable to stop, you pushed in again, allowing the drive of his hips to send his cock further down your throat.

Tears filled your eyes at the action, his cock much too large, much too thick to be fucked into your throat as such. Your fists acted as a barrier as you adjusted, your throat humming, mouth moaning as Shouto lost himself to the heat of your wet mouth. You bobbed your head, fucking him diligently and intently with your mouth, driving him further down, your tongue and hollowed cheeks. You sucked his dick with the intention of ruining him, of making him fill your mouth and throat with him so he could never doubt that it was him you wanted, him you needed to consume. You let go of one hand, allowing it to fondle with his balls as his cock went further into your mouth, the sounds of your choking, gagging, and crying egging him on.

“You take me so good,” Shouto sang to you, whispering words that only you’ve heard. “Fuck, angel, take me all the way. I know you can do it.”

With his hands at the back of your head, your fingers squeezing his balls, and the shaky removal of your final hand on his cock, he drives his hips all the way up. Shouto curses loudly, and you choke, feeling the rush of cum shooting down your throat, and you’re let free.

“Swallow it all, don’t spit it up,” Shouto breathes, his body shifting upward, eyes intent, focused. “Let me see.”

You cough violently, mouth closed as you swallow the salty cum, only letting your mouth open to allow the drool and spit to drip from your flat tongue as you show him that you swallowed every last seed. He groaned, grasping you by the chin and pulling you back in for a passionate, all-consuming kiss. The taste of Shouto and his cum sat heavily in your throat, and you were shaking as he began to unbutton your jeans, shedding them off of you as he flipped you back around so that your back was resting against the mattress.

Salt sweat dripped down your neck, and Shouto left fingertip bruises on your waist, your knees and legs awkwardly kicking as you finally got your jeans off your ankles. You shuttered, feeling Shouto’s hot, spit-slick dick pressing against your stomach, your cunt flipping and twisting at the thought of taking him all in.

“You’re still, fuck… you’re still hard?” you gasp, Shouto’s fingers tracing the innards of your thighs, scratching at your ass, slapping it once, twice, leaving you pitched and shaking.

“How can I not be when you’re down beneath me?” Shouto asks, his eyes looking at you as if he was burning the very naked image to you in his brain for him forever. “You’re mine, right?”

The question itself, while unexpected, was not unwanted.

You feel yourself nodding, your fingers scratching up his flexed arms, “Yours and only yours.”

“Good,” Shouto smirks, leaning in, his entire weight on the one hand beside your head, making you groan as his lips were so close yet so far away. “I’m yours as you are mine.”

With that, his fingers pressed to your thus far, unattended to clit, your legs shaking, kicking the air as you howled in pleasure. But it was such an intimate place, something you never expected Shouto to ever touch, and so, in a voice so pathetic you couldn’t even recognize it as yours, you screeched: “D-Don’t touch that!”

Shouto cocked an eyebrow, his head tilting as his fingers swirled around your swollen nub, sending just enough electrifying pleasure through every neuron in your body. “Why not?” he asked, voice authoritative and curious and sadistic. “It’s mine — you’re mine. I can play with what’s mine whenever I want.”

The words make your entire will collapse, the words liquid heat in your ears and mind. You moan loudly, feeling Shouto adjust your hips, lining your spasming cunt with his cock, and with his tongue delving into your mouth, his lips pressing against yours, he slowly pushed into you.

Shouto was loud the entire way into you, the deep grunts, breathless moans, and mindless babble of how this was unlike anything he’s had before, better than anything he’s ever imagined. He bottoms out quickly, hands leaving purple bruises against your skin as you lay on the bed silent.

Your back is entirely arched, jaw slacked, voice dead on your tongue because the feeling of him buried deep within you is staggering. You let out a single tone noise, your mouth gasping for breath as your voice finally begins to come back to you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whisper over and over, your legs tight around Shouto’s hips, shaking with the feeling in you. “God, y-you’re so big, Sho… I’m—”

You can’t finish your sentence because he shifts just enough that his cock is meeting places in you that had never been encountered before. Your eyes roll back again, your fingers pressing ruby red scars to his back as you scratch and tear his back.

“You’re so fucking tight, shit,” Shouto pants, his mouth panting against the sweat on your collarbone, his own breathing heavy and spaced. “You’re perfect, y/n, so fucking perfect.”

You preen with those words, your mouth finding a home at his temple to which you kiss him, drag your lips down to his ear. You bite and nibble as you adjust to him buried deep within you. And he heaves a sigh and pushes up off you, eyes daring to stare into you as he huffs almost in disbelief of this entire night.

“I’m going to start moving,” he says, fingers scratching down your sides to your thighs. “Are you ready?”

Not trusting your voice, you nod. Shouto smiles, leaning back down for one last kiss to which you quickly returned, staying there as his hips moved backward before thrusting back into you. It's the first thrust of many, but your arms wrap even tighter underneath his own, your nails scarring his back as he goes again and again. You fucks into you deliberately, readily, with purpose and skill that speaks wonders and lives up to the many rumors you’ve ever heard.

His thrusts are powerful, slapping into your thighs with a mighty smack, making you whimper and wail into his salty neck as your hips lift up to meet his. It's a powerful dance, a dizzying cycle. His cock sliding up and down your puffy velvet walls, your weeping walls clenching him in a vice, unforgiving and unwilling to let go.

He speaks praises into your ear, your yours, your mouth.

“Such a pretty angel, moaning for me, crying for me, tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want me buried in your fucking stomach.”

You are converted to him in return, seeing him, speaking to him, devoted to him.

“Fuck, I want you more. Faster, harder! Don’t stop! I can feel you in my stomach, Sho! Fuck! Fuck me, fuck me fuck me!”

His weight is pressed on your thighs, spreading your thighs further apart, fucking into deeper, fucking you so powerfully, so desperately your soaked cunt squelches and drips your essence, soaking your bed and his legs. Your teeth sink into his skin, copper filling your mouth, and your vision feels missing as you are slamming your hips up, rolling them desperately to fuck back into him. You can feel his hand clutching yours, pressing it into the mattress as he somehow speeds up again, drilling you into the mattress, the bed creaking and bending under both your weight.

“More, more, more!”

And he gives, and gives, and gives.

You wail his name, the heat in your skin, tickling your clit and innards making you sweat, the alcohol on your skin sticking you to Shouto.

Shouto grunts your name, hisses your name, damns you heaven and back for having such a fucking grip on him. It's when he looks into your eyes, cock drilling into you at a speed and power that no human should ever obtain, one hand gripping yours and the other pinching and teasing your clit, you cum, bursting open at the seams.

Your orgasm is loud, clenching, all-consuming, and you drag Shouto down with you as he stammers, shudders, and cums deep within your womb. His seed spilling out of you as the both of you collapse onto the bed with breathless, thoughtless minds.

“Fuck,” he says.

“Right?” you chuckle.

And with your nose pressed to his sweaty, sex-lulled body, you fall asleep with his hands traveling up and down your spine. Hopefully, things would be well when you woke up.

P R E S E N T

To stop you from screeching so loudly you woke up the entire world, Shouto held his hand to your mouth, his eyes wide, terrified, and completely confused.

“Please stop yelling… my head hurts…” Shouto begs, his face completely exhausted but with that post-orgasm sleep glow.

“We had sex?!” you shriek, throwing his hand off your mouth. “We were mad at each other, and we had sex?!”

“Oh,” Shouto seems to remember, his head rolling before he sat up, bringing you up with him. “Right, we should talk about that, huh?”

“You think?!” you shriek, entirely overwhelmed with the fact that you had done so much embarrassing shit last night.

It’s quiet for a bit. The birds chirping outside an almost cheerful taunt as the both of you, for the first time in seventeen years, find it too awkward to talk. No one wants to speak first, to mention the elephant in the room, for once it happened, there really was no going back. Not that there was much to go back from.

“I’m in love with you,” Shouto finally says. It’s an admittance, a whisper that's strong despite it told in such a hushed voice as if you would laugh at him as he confessed. “I’ve actually been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”

Now that shocks you.

Your eyes are wide, and you’re staring at Shouto, unsure what to say, what to ask, but you know you need more answers.

“I know, hard to believe, huh?” Shouto chuckles, his hand running through his sex and sleep disheveled hair. “It’s true, though… I don’t remember not ever being in love with you.”

“No… no way,” you say, your body running cold, and you shiver. You remember then that you’re sitting up, and you’re very incredibly naked. Shouto notices and moves to grab a blanket at the foot of the bed and wraps it around you. “That doesn’t make sense,” you argue, your furrowed brows making your skin crease as you try to think back on all your years and memories, looking for signs in which Todoroki Shouto loved you. “You never showed it.”

“Camie said the same thing,” Shouto sighed, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he shrugged nonchalantly. “Before I was sixteen… I don’t know; I guess I could understand why. I only ever talked to you, always paired up with you. I let you hold my hand, and I let you hug me… I thought me telling you that I had never been kissed before would make you want to kiss me, but it never did. I know I was awkward and a little different when we were younger, so when I was paired up with Camie… I thought she would help me.”

“By fucking you?” you asked, your frown deepening as you remembered your bitter feelings over Camie stealing Shouto’s virginity.

“She… she said that by being sexual, maybe you would see me as a man, and not the four-year-old crying boy in preschool,” Shouto smiled sadly, his fingers picking at one another. “Me having sex was supposed to show you that I was a man who wanted to see you as a woman in return, but it didn’t work.”

“Well, no shit,” you snort, relaxing a bit although you felt limp. You found yourself leaning against Shouto’s strong shoulders, your head landing heavily on him. “You went from a virgin to fucking anything with a wet hole.”

“...yeah, I’m sorry about that,” Shouto said with regret, his shoulders sagging just a bit. “At first, I thought I needed to fuck more girls to prove I was a man to you because you acted like nothing had happened after Camie… but sex was fun, it felt good.”

“Sex is good,” you agree with a soft chuckle to which he returned.

He shifted a bit, arms tightening and relaxing before he finally admitted, “It helped distract me from you because you looked at others the way I wanted you to look at me.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper back.

“No, don’t be,” Shouto speaks firmly, his arm wrapping around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your temple. “It was my fault. I was never assertive enough, confident enough to simply confess.”

“So, does you being in love with me having anything to do with you driving the entire male population away from me?”

Your eyes look up at him, finding his embarrassed gaze before he glances away.

“That actually wasn’t intentional… I guess I just talk about you a lot.”

“Yeah, but still doesn’t mean you couldn’t ever deny it yourself!”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Apologize then.”

“Y/l/n Y/n, I am sorry for making the entire male population we’ve ever come across think we were an item and not telling them otherwise. I am sorry for keeping you from enjoying sex while I continued to. I am lousy, and my love for you should be unreturned because that was ass of me.”

You sigh, your lips pursed to keep from smiling as you looked back at his handsome face.

“Now, ask me the damn question, crybaby.”

“Crybaby?”

“You finally admitted that you were, in fact, crying!!!!!”

If you asked Shishikura Seiji what the worst thing about being the third roommate to Todoroki Shouto and you was, he would give a million and three answers as to why it was the worst.

One: he absolutely hated how loud the both of you were. Todoroki Shouto was someone he thought was quiet and introverted, but whenever he was around you, he was loud. You were just plain old loud, and he thought it was annoying.

Two: he absolutely hated your rice. Call it petty, but after you fed him on his first night and tried putting him into a chokehold for saying the song your rice cooker sang at its end was the stupidest fucking thing ever made, everything you made taste like ash and dirt.

Twenty: he hated that there were biweekly karaoke nights. He would be studying away in his room and wanted to die when he heard the all too familiar sound of Mamma Mia’s Here We Go Again blasting in the living room.

Hundred fifty-seven: SO. MUCH. FUCKING. SEX.

Three hundred thirteen: SO. MUCH. DRINKING.

Five thousand: SO. MUCH. WEED.

Ten thousand three: you put his toilet seat up whenever you’re drunk, so he falls in when he goes to pee in the morning.

Five hundred: the way the both of you looked at each other, fucking disgusting.

To say the least, there were a lot of many different reasons scaling from actual issues to petty small shit, but Shishikura was not in any position to find a new apartment, so he stayed. To be quite honest, having been living with Dumb and Dumber (you and Shouto, respectively), he only thought there would be one thing that would make him lose his actual mind.

The day that would inevitably come and the both of you realized your feelings were, in fact, returned. He didn’t want to even imagine how the animalistic sex he often had to hear coming from your hallway would increase, or the sappy stupid romantic love he would see in the living room because as best friends, you both had no care for PDA and if you were allowed to kiss? Allowed to have sex? He feared he would have to wear a hazmat suit in every corner of the apartment. You both were already incredibly loud as a duo (see reason one as to why he hates living here); he feared the worst when the mutual love was realized.

But he exited his room a week after that Sunday morning with a fully loaded water gun just in case. His eyes narrowed, the hair on his neck raised as his beady eyes focused in on the living room.

Shouto sat on the couch, his back on the armrest, and you sitting between his thighs as you watched him play some game on his Switch, your smile large and annoyingly bright, but he realized that he couldn’t hear you screaming or speaking so loudly he could listen to the conversation.

No, as a matter of fact, Shishikura couldn’t hear a single word; the words being exchanged between you and Shouto spoke so softly, so intimately, it shocked him. Shishikura noticed with an almost awed surprise that even though your smile was as annoyingly bright as before. It wasn’t directed at anything but Shouto, and Shouto’s smile, while nowhere near as big, just as warm and full to you.

It was intimate, romantic even.

Nothing had changed in your relationship except now, finally, now, you were allowed to kiss and fuck each other like heat-driven animals.

Shishikura was shocked to his core, unable to comprehend the sight in front of him.

You nor Shouto paid him any mind, too lost in the game and in each other to look his way as he made his way into the kitchen for his lunch. Shishikura set the water gun on the counter, a small smile spreading on his face despite himself, and chuckled.

Maybe the two of you together weren’t something to hate on after all.

“Hey, is that a water gun?!”