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dilucids · 3 years

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLove in cameras ━━ Genshin idol! au

newbie! idol!reader collaborating on a photoshoot together with idol! genshin characters

includes beidou, rosaria, childe, zhongli, diluc and xiao

( back on that idol au grind. also, the sheer amount of 'male reader' shit on this app that involves incest makes me genuinely tear up and take a shot everytime i say 'shot', you'd be drunk enough to hook up with zhongli dragon form. )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 BEIDOU ━━ UNCROWNED QUEEN OF THE OCEAN 〕

━━ one of the most nerve-wrecking things ever because she's simply so intimidating and good at what she does.

━━ you're literally shaking in your seat as she takes her solo shots, watching her lean on one leg, placing the other by her side, stretching her arms all the whilst making eye contact with the camera.

━━ she just looks so professional and you're afraid you won't be able to live up to her and ruin the entire shoot since even though you're both idols, she's been in more magazines as a senior group compared to you.

━━ when you switch for your solo shots, she seems to sense how nervous you were ( although you weren't really hiding it much with your shaky knees and annoying tapping your foot. )

━━ she places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a smile and a thumbs up, telling you you'll be okay.

━━ you realise she wasn't as menacing and stoic as she was in magazines and slightly relax.

━━ helps you relax by offering support behind the camera!!!

You lean sideways a little, allowing the thin material to fall off your shoulder a little as you glance back at the camera, lips slightly apart. Your stoic facade is broken almost immediately when you hear Beidou hollering and clapping in the background. You begin to laugh in suprised shock as the staff around the set follow her example, the shuttering of cameras now longer heard as it is replaced with clapping and whooping.

You grow a little embarrassed, glancing over at Beidou for help but she seems proud, stood there with hands on her hips and a satisfied grin. You realise she isn't going to help you out so you attempt to calm the set down with thanks and bows until you're continuing with the shoot.

━━ beidou has a very large presence, so it's very hard to have magnetism next to her but you somehow make it work.

━━ compared to your solo shots, your duo shots have a pirate/knight theme.

━━ with beidou in a pirate getup and you in a knight getup, it was obvious to see that this was some type of old ancient rivalry between the two groups and you two were meant to potray that anger and tension.

━━ due to you being new to this type of scene, she'll take the lead, making sure that her pose allowed you to fit in perfectly, whether it be far away, close, a sword to her throat, you splayed on the floor and her leaning in with her sword next to your head. ( thank god that shot was meant to focus on beidou cause with her that close to you, you couldn't keep a straight face. )

━━ of course even with such a theme, fan service is everything! so some of the poses are a little more touchy touchy and if she can tell you're nervous, will immediately lighten the mood and assure you you're doing well.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ROSARIA ━━ THORNING BENEVOLENCE 〕

━━ like beidou, will naturally exude professionalism and skill.

━━ unlike beidou though, she'll probably ignore your nervousness or bluntly tell you to toughen up if you want to make it, it sounds harsh but you know it's her own way of advice giving.

━━ her poses are less showy than beidou, more elegant and graceful as she rests her hands on her waist or cross her legs over each other over the arm of the chair and look back at the camera.

━━ will watch you, probably assessing your style, as you take your solo shots and if she notices your embarrassment ( she definitely does ), well she doesn't stop.

━━ will somehow converse with the photographer about poses she thinks will bring out your potential and it works, she has an eye for these things apparently and a lot of photographers like her style of modelling.

As you step back, allowing the staff to move props around, you glance back at the director of the shoot and Rosaria stood before the screen, showing off the photos. They seem to be deep in conversation, the only giveaway about the tense conversation however was the director's furrowed eyebrows and lips pressed into a tight line, Rosaria had no expression on her face.

The director seems to give up after Rosaria says something, pointing at the screen with her arms crossed, walking away with a shake of his head albeit the smile of being challenged. You immediately look away when she peers up at you, catching your eyes for a split second; you knew she had been shamelessly staring at you but it was quite embarrassing to be caught yourself.

"Here we go," snaps you out of your embarrassment and you're back to sitting on a black throne lined with gold, posing for the shoot.

━━ it's awkward before the camera is on you two as you stand on the set but once the camera is on? you two flow so perfectly together.

━━ rosaria would allow you to take the reins, allowing you to do what you felt was natural and would simply follow. ( another one of her ways of easing newbies into the modelling scene. )

━━ if your pose is a little awkward though, she'd quietly tell you to move certain ways and try not to overpower you ( but if you were overpowered, that'd be your own fault and you should try harder. that's her motto. )

━━ it actually surprises you how good she looked with a spear in hand and how well it suited her.

━━ it was kinda nerve-wracking to be working with rosaria but you absolutely loved it and would kill to work with her and have her guidance again ( deffo should ask for her number for future guidance!! )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 CHILDE ━━ 11TH FATUI HARBINGER 〕

━━ looks professional on camera but is surprisingly childlike off camera.

━━ why is his little brother on the set wearing a pj mask costume again? right, he had to pick him up from school earlier than usual cause teucer said he was sick and wanted childe to come so he got use his older brother's reputation to get closer to that female teacher he liked. as for the pj mask costume, he wanted to fit in with the shoot theme so the poor stylists had to pull out some slightly too large, dusty halloween costume they found somewhere for him. great.

━━ other than that, childe is great at what he does, amazing at facial expressions like *whistles*, terrifyingly good at making the expressions asked of him. ( can cry on command actually (( learnt to entertain his younger siblings. )) ).

━━ you're intimidated by him at first but when you guys are taking a small break between his shoot and yours, you get to see him play around with his teucer and oh my god.

━━ he's literally carrying teucer above his head, teucer posed as superman with one arm sticking out and the other on his hip as he carefully runs throughout the set.

━━ when it's actually your turn, he will secretly hype you up with teucer.

"Pretty," Teucer mutters under his breath as prop flower petals are being thrown up as you pose under them. Childe smiles a little as he ruffles his younger brother's hair, "isn't my partner the prettiest?"

You're oblivious to these comments, focusing on the camera that was following your every move but your eyes glance over to the two brothers ever so often, finding their closeness rather endearing.

"They're prettier and nicer than your last partner," Teucer huffs, thinking of the previous collaboration he had attended with another celebrity, although she was a little too flirty with Childe for Teucer's liking. "Momma said you have to find a good person, big bro" Teucer reminds aa Childe smiles amused. "Are they a good person?" Childe thrusts his thumb over in your direction.

Teucer hums, thinking carefully with his chin in hand before nodding, beaming at Childe. "I'm sure they'll fit in nicely with everyone!" Your future had just been planned and you had no say in it at all.

━━ as for duo shots, it's another enemies theme but it's more of an assassination theme with childe holding a bow, perched on a higher stage than you.

━━ took ten minutes for childe to figure out how to look good with a bow in hand, with an eye scrunched up like he was actually aiming at you. ( of course he wouldn't have succeeded if not for teucer shouting advice at him off set with his hands on his hips. )

━━ he swears he almost feels the adrenaline of the scene as if his life was actually on the line when you shoot him a glare like directed.

━━ you two get on pretty well off set as well! you joke around as props are being moved around or make up is being fixed for either of you.

━━ you feel bad when you actually stab him with the fake sword, but he plays through with it, acting like he was dying.

━━ play fighting with teucer as an evil overlord ( still wearing his pj mask costume ) mind controlling childe's lover ( you ) into thinking he was the enemy ( teucer came up with the plot ).

━━ slipped his number into your pocket as you two were posing.

━━ teucer also got to keep his pj mask costume!!

━━ posts a picture of you messing around with teucer on his instagram.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ZHONGLI ━━ VAGO MUNDO 〕

━━ probably the most professional out of them all.

━━ his poses are quite simplistic as he models the suit, hand in his pocket, fixing a cuff link, checking the time, simply casting his gaze to the side but he still holds a very large presence on set.

━━ would calmly converse with you as if you two had been friends for a long time, with a small smile on his face.

━━ if he can tell you're nervous, he'll tell you small anecdotes about anything and everything. when it's your turn, he give your shoulder a small squeeze and nod at you.

━━ talks to the director about poses as well, has a keen eye about what prop should be used and the positioning of them; you're suprised he isn't the director of the shoot.

━━ when you thank him for his help on the sidelines, he'll shake his head and tell you it was due to your talent and that he was only creating opportunities for them to naturally shine.

━━ was literally made for the camera, just the way he poses, the way he holds himself; god, it would've been a crime if this man had never been placed front page of a magazine.

You're entraced by the way he moves━━ subtle ways, like placing one foot ahead of the other, a hand in his pocket, looking down at the watch on his wrist. He's amazing. You could watch him for ages; he was like a sculpture made by the Gods, their most prized possession. What else could explain his sharp jawline, the bangs framing his face, his long hair pulled back into a low ponytail?

"You're staring," a staff member nudges you with a small smile, you snap out of it right away, slightly embarrassed at being caught. She laughs however, waving you off, "it's okay, we were all like that at first." You nod awkwardly, her words not helping at easing the embarrassment filling you.

You're talking with a staff member when he comes striding towards you, appearing behind you and scaring off the makeup artist with a mere smile and gracing you with a hand on your shoulder. "You're up next, good luck."

━━ mentally prepare yourself to be within a five metre radius of this man for the next hour or so.

━━ whether you're weak to pretty faces or not, i assure you, this man will honestly be the death of you if your guard is down even the littlest bit.

━━ the theme of this shoot? ceo/secretary and it does make sense━━ no it would make sense, if you were the secretary, not the ceo. but apparently fans like this type of power dynamic ( assuming you're shorter than him ) and so for the future of your careers you persevere.

━━ zhongli stood clad in a suit, next to you with his hands behind his back and you sat down at a desk, eyebrows furrowed like you're examining paper work or zhongli pouring you a cup of tea. you're pretty sure this is some odd dream at this point.

━━ you only persevere until zhongli has to pose as if he was fixing your tie.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 DILUC RAGNVINDR ━━ DARKNIGHT HERO 〕

━━ intimidating. intimidating. intimidating.

━━ did you wrong god in some type of way in your past life because being watched so openly as you pose for the camera for such a man, naturally exerting power, with eyebrows furrowed was one of the most terrifying things ever.

━━ his poses are similar to zhongli's but he puts a little more back into it, dignified aura as he crosses his leg, or one hand holding his hair up into a high pony as the other is near his mouth, using his teeth to pull the bobble off his wrist.

━━ also more open to differing hairstyles! unlike zhongli who only keeps his hair in a low ponytail, diluc can comprise with a low pony, high pony or even a messy bun.

━━ good balance of praise and constructive criticism; will tell you if you're doing good but will also tell you if you could improve in certain areas or even help with poses.

━━ diluc has amazing chemistry with everyone, he fits naturally into other people's style of modelling and can alter himself or his partner to fit if necessary, he also has a large presence on camera and sometimes accidentally overtakes when he gets too into the shoot.

"Calm down," you step back in reflex when you hear Diluc's voice just behind you, "your nervousness is plastered all over your face." You make a sound of acknowledgement and bow your head, "just take a few breaths and imagine you're at home in your mirror bathroom." It scared you that he knew infront of your mirror bathroom, you were the most confident but thanks to his help, you were able to ease yourself into modelling.

"You did well," he smiles at you when you come off the set, patting you on the shoulder. You smile back, "thanks to your advice," you redirect the compliment back at him. The short interaction ends when you two have to change into your couple costume.

━━ unintended sexual tension 👫

━━ was supposed to be casual poses, really easy ones with you two sat on steps with a respective cigarette in hand as friends but somehow,,,,, you two looked like y'all had fucked a second before hopping onto the set.

━━ so, the director took the inherent sexual tension and put it into use; changing just seeming like you were smoke buddies into poses where you two leaning into the same flame to light up your cigarettes. ( close ups of you two staring into each other's eyes over the flame! )

━━ kept lesser tension packed photos though and the one above^^ just as a small treat for the fans.

━━ he definitely posted a picture of you ( tagged ) behind the scenes on his instagram with no caption though.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 XIAO ━━ CONQUEROR OF DEMONS 〕

━━ more reserved, if he has a problem with the way you do things, doesn't say anything and just makes a certain expression with his face.

━━ his poses vary, he's able to adapt to each and every theme that's given to him and usually plays it safe with poses. he's usually modelling for makeup brands so he's very good with close ups, or hand and face poses; also is very used to working with many people but often never attempts to befriend.

━━ if you initiate conversation, he'll use dry replies or even attempt to leg it out of the conversation, only because he's a little shy or doesn't really understand social rules after a while, he'll given into your conversations and try to reply normally.

━━ i feel like he has mints with him no matter where he goes so expect a "do you want a mint?" halfway into your conversation.

━━ definitely is trusted with the music that plays in the background as you guys work. xiao is literally globally known for having one of the best music tastes and often makes songs hit the 'top 100' even if it's been out for years.

━━ it takes him a little while to get used to a new partner so give him a few test shots to get your vibe checked and he'll adapt!

You try hard to ignore the song in the background, but it's stuck in your head. Watching Xiao placing his fingers gingerly on his face as he peers to the side, the camera zooming into his face, you tap your foot along to the beat━━ you've never heard this song before but it really suited your tastes.

"Excuse me," you call out to a staff member who was walking past, he stops and nods at you, pulling down his headphones, "do you know what song this is?" He shakes his head however, leaving you with disappointment but not before he tells you that this was Xiao's Spotify playlist. You nod and thank you, immediately finding Xiao on Spotify to see all his different playlists for different moods.

You never understood why fans chose to listen to their idol's playlist because some of their music tastes was just trash but Xiao had genuinely good taste and it kinda suprised you.

━━ close proximity poses since you two are modelling for a makeup brand; some shots are just headshots with you two practically sat ontop of each other.

━━ some poses are torso shots, where you're both holding the product. there was a pose where you got to act as if you were applying eyeliner onto xiao's eyes and there was definitely a period of time when xiao couldn't stop blushing.

━━ he absentmindedly hums the song in the background as you two wait on set for the director to finish their conversation with the photographer.

━━ posts a picture of himself that you took whilst he was asleep and tagged you before the photoshoot was released so fans started speculating the weirdest shit and he never bothered to clear it up, just waited until the photos were released and hoped someone in his fandom was smart enough to connect dots.

#genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin scenarios #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin beidou #genshin diluc #genshin childe #genshin zhongli #genshin rosaria #genshin xiao

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the-wild-wolves-around-you · 3 years

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hear those bells ring: chapter 4 (a deaf!bakugo x reader fic)

Summary: Bakugo and Reader finally get a moment alone, and important conversations are had. Over dinner of course ;)

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader; Katsuki Bakugo x You

Rating: M(ature)

Warnings: Adult language.

A/N: Sorry for the wait on ch 4, but it’s over 10k, so hope that makes up for it lol Anyway, hope you enjoy!

~*~*~ No spoilers or anything. This is just a self-indulgent AU fic with aged up characters. Everyone’s in their mid-20s. Fic title is from a song called “Achilles Come Down.”

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“Great. See you then.”

The words ricocheted around your head like pinballs, and all you could do was stare as Dynamight turned on his heel and strode out of your ruined shop like he couldn’t stand to be there a second longer.

“Bak—bro, c’mon!” Red Riot, or Kirishima as he insisted, called after the blond, who didn’t stop. Then the redhead turned back to you, clapping his hands in front of his face and bowing his head. “I’m so sorry about him. He can be a little…”

“Direct?” you offered when the hero trailed off into silence for a beat to long.

“I was gonna say he can be a little bit of a dick, but that sounds better,” Kirishima laughed, and you felt your face flush when he aimed that charming grin in your direction.

You’d heard stories of how charismatic Red Riot was. He was a popular, mainstream favorite hero. The gossip magazines were always covered with his shirtless pictures that never failed to rile up the female population, even Mrs. Kojima and her old lady friends.

But nothing could have prepared you for being in front of him, for having him wink and smile at you, even if you logically knew he wasn’t coming onto plain old you. He was currently wearing a dark hoodie and non-descript jeans, but you could still see the definition of his muscles through the bulky clothing, which definitely wasn’t helping matters.

“W-Well, I’m sure you and D-Dynamight have more important places to be,” you stuttered as you averted your eyes. “I-I don’t want to keep you from any hero business.”

“Alright, alright, I can take a hint, I’ll get out of your hair,” Kirishima chuckled as he held his hands up.

Your face burned even hotter, if that was possible. “N-No! I mean—”

“Just a joke.” The redhead winked at you again as he started to back up toward the front door, his boots crunching over glass and debris. “I’ll see you later, though. Oh! And, uh, make sure you’re on time tonight for Bak—Dynamight’s pick up. He really hates tardiness.”

“Noted,” you murmured as your stomach bottomed out inside you.

“Don’t look so terrified!” the pro hero laughed, pausing in the frame of your broken doorway. “I promise he’s not so bad once you get to know him. All bark, no bite, remember? But if he does bark at you too much, just let me know, and I’ll be sure to leash him.”

Kirishima shot another sharp-toothed grin at you, and you strained your facial muscles to try and flash him a small smile in return. You weren’t very successful, since Red Riot’s bright expression dimmed a fraction, but thankfully he didn’t come back into the store.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” he said in a more serious but reassuring tone. “We can get breakfast! I know all the great places around the agency.”

“O-Okay.” You didn’t know what else to say. Why was this pro hero offering to take you to breakfast? Was this just because of the news? You’d seen how the media had been tearing into Dynamight the last two days, calling him reckless, arrogant. Several interviews with the other heroes who’d been on the scene didn’t help matters, either, since by their accounts, they almost had the villain handled before Dynamight stepped in.

Maybe Red Riot was just trying to butter you up so you didn’t help with Dynamight’s crucifixion.

What the redhead didn’t know, however, was you couldn’t say a word against the blond, even if you wanted to.

“Okay,” Kirishima echoed and drew you out of your thoughts. The pro hero flashed you one last smile and put two fingers to his forehead in a jaunty salute. “Have a good rest of your afternoon and evening! And when you get to the agency, if you need anything, just let our PR manager Nao know. Take care!”

With that, the redhead pulled up the hood on his sweatshirt, slipped on his sunglasses, and ducked out of your store. Seconds later, he was gone.

A beat of silence passed by, then two, and then you felt your knees give out from under you as you collapsed to the floor. Pain flared through your lower legs as you struck the hard, debris-strewn tile, but you barely registered the discomfort. Your breathing started to quicken, coming out in harsh pants, and the two paper bags in your arms crinkled with the motion.

“Fuck,” you exhaled as tears blurred your vision, lifting a shaky hand to grasp tightly at your hair. “Fuck.”

You’d been so stupid. Yesterday, when neither Dynamight nor the police came banging down your hotel room door, you thought maybe you were just being paranoid. That the blond pro hero hadn’t noticed anything unusual, and you could just go living your normal, unimportant life.

Of course, the universe just had to prove you wrong.

Because if you had any doubts before, they were gone now, evaporated under Dynamight’s hot, crimson glare.

He knew your secret, and he was going to confront you about it. Tonight. Why else would he insist on picking you up? Alone. You’d heard Red Riot say he was patrolling this evening, so he wouldn’t be around to play buffer between you and Dynamight, which provided the perfect opportunity for an interrogation.

But what could you do? Refuse? Dynamight didn’t seem to be the type to take the word “no” very well. Run? The expression you’d seen on his face before he left clearly told you that you wouldn’t make it very far. Besides, where would you go? Your parents were in America, and as you embarrassingly admitted to that detective the other night, you didn’t have any friends.

And, until your apartment and shop were renovated, you didn’t have a place to sleep, and you didn’t have the spare money to live out of a hotel, so the agency was really your only option.

Well, there was prison, too, you supposed. Maybe Dynamight was just going to pick you up and take you straight to the police station.

He’s not going to turn you in, a small, hopeful voice inside of you said. He would have already done so if that was his goal.

There was logic behind that sentiment, but it offered you no comfort.

Because if Dynamight didn’t want to turn you in, what did he want from you?

~*~*~*~*~

“Mrs. Kojima,” you sighed for the millionth time. “I’m going to be fine. And I really can’t take all of this with me.”

You gingerly passed the large paper bag full of glass food containers back to Tadashi, Mrs. Kojima’s teenaged grandson, who stared at the bag with the hunger only a sixteen-year-old boy could achieve.

“Fine?” the old Japanese lady scoffed, narrowing her dark eyes at you. “You would be fine in a nice, fancy hotel, not in a building with those… those… delinquents!”

“Delinquents?” you couldn’t help but laugh. “They’re pro heroes. Famous pro heroes, some of the top in the country.”

“If they’re so good, they wouldn’t have destroyed your home,” Mrs. Kojima huffed before she used her cane to nudge her grandson. “And Tadashi, give the poor girl back her food. Your face is too gaunt to be healthy, girl, and don’t think I can’t see those circles under your eyes.”

The boy sighed as he stared longingly at the homemade food, and you could have sworn he was drooling, but he obeyed his grandmother and extended the bag to you again.

“No, please, keep it,” you insisted as you waved your hands in front of you, taking a step back. “I-I don’t know if there will be a place to keep food in my room, and I don’t want to bother them too much.”

“You should bother them, since they’ve been such a bother to you,” the old lady said as she nudged you this time with her cane. “You are too nice. I always say this. You need to be more selfish.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You smiled. “But thank you for thinking of me, Mrs. Kojima. It was very kind for you and Tadashi to come see me off.”

“How many times must I tell you to call me Ayano?” the elderly woman groused, tapping your shin with her cane again. “And of course we came. I wasn’t going to let you stand alone on a dark street and wait for that monster of a man.”

“Grandma!” Tadashi gasped as he looked up from salivating into the bag of food. “Dynamight is the number two hero! He’s not a monster, he’s the coolest!”

“I’ve seen him on TV,” his grandmother sniffed. “Always yelling and swearing. And Mr. Takeyoshi said he was very rude the other night. Not to mention all the damage he caused! Nothing but a foul-mouthed delinquent.”

“Grandmaaaaa,” Tadashi whined.

You sided more with Mrs. Kojima on this one, but the absolute adoration on the boy’s face made a small smile tug at your lips.

But your amusement quickly faded as you glanced down at your phone again.

6:58.

Said foul-mouthed delinquent should be here any minute.

As if your thoughts summoned him, the squeal of tires suddenly echoed through the otherwise quiet twilight, and you turned—with a pit in your stomach—to face the intersection down the road. Your street had been blocked off by barricades since the asphalt was still missing in patches, so the sleek, black car that had just pulled up was forced to park on the corner and put on its hazards.

Your heart was hammering beneath your sternum, beating out a frantic, hummingbird rhythm, and you watched the car door get flung open, a lithe figure ducking out a moment later. The last rays of fading sunlight glinted off his ash blond hair before he pulled up his hood, but then he was looking in your direction, and even if he was too far to see the details of his face, you felt the instant his eyes locked onto you.

“Holy shit, is that him?” Tadashi asked behind you, followed by a yelp as his grandmother smacked him with her cane.

“Language,” she hissed, but the rest of her sentence was drowned out by the blood roaring through your ears as Dynamight started to walk toward you.

No, not walk. Stalk. He looked like a predator slinking down the sidewalk, dressed in black and skimming through the shadows. There were a few people milling about the street, your neighbors who were still trying to clean up, but the pro hero paid them no mind. His gaze was still zeroed in on you, and your breath grew more shallow with each step he took.

Don’t pass out, don’t pass out, you chanted in your head. And smile! Try not to look like he’s your executioner.

You plastered on a smile, but it felt jagged like the broken street you stood on, your cheeks aching from the strain.

Finally, after what felt like a blink and an eternity simultaneously, Dynamight came to a stop about ten feet away from you on the sidewalk. His hands were shoved in the pocket of his hoodie, his face was a cold mask on the tipping point of a scowl, and his eyes felt like red-hot embers burning into your face.

“At least you know how to be punctual,” he said without preamble, his voice as sharp as his scarlet gaze.

You heard Mrs. Kojima gasp behind you, followed by Tadashi frantically trying to shush her under his breath, so you cut the old lady off before she could say what was on her mind.

“T-Thank you for taking the time to escort me to the agency, Dynamight,” you said, bowing at the waist so you could get a moment’s reprieve from those red eyes. “It’s… very kind of you, since I know you must be busy with your hero duties.”

Mrs. Kojima harumphed behind you, and you took a deep breath to steady yourself before you straightened up.

Dynamight’s crimson gaze had lost none of its intensity, but he finally seemed to notice Tadashi and his grandmother over your shoulder, and when he spoke, he’s tone was a fraction of a degree softer.

“Yeah, well… it’s the least the agency can do,” he said evenly, like he’d memorized a script.

You wondered if Kirishima had said something to him after they left. Or maybe the PR manager the red-haired hero had mentioned?

Suddenly, you heard someone clear their throat behind you, and you winced.

“Sorry, this is Mrs. Kojima and her grandson, Tadashi,” you said, motioning to them. “They’re some of my customers who just wanted to see me off.”

“Customers,” Dynamight echoed as his red eyes raked over the pair. “For your stitching shop?”

Something about his tone seemed off, but you couldn’t place it.

“Alterations shop,” you corrected with a frown. “But yes.”

“Is that all?” he asked as his eyes locked with yours, and you felt your insides liquify.

Fuck. There was no way he could know that Mrs. Kojima and Tadashi had been “patients” of yours before. Right? Even if he knew about your quirk, that was a leap to make.

Then again, it did sound kind of weird for two random customers to take an interest in their seamstress’ personal life. You’d set yourself up for that one.

You opened your mouth, ready to clumsily explain, but Mrs. Kojima beat you to it.

“I knew her grandparents long before you were a thought in your daddy’s brain boy,” the old lady huffed as she hobbled forward to stand beside you, Tadashi stumbling after her. “So I check on her from time to time, especially when she’s meeting and going off with some no-good delinquent at night. Is that alright with you?”

“Mrs. Kojima—” you started as your eyes widened.

“Grandma!” Tadashi hissed, his face flushing with mortification.

Dynamight, for his part, actually smirked at the old lady’s attitude, amusement dancing in his red eyes as he finally shifted them off you.

“Well, Stitches here is gonna be fine,” he said with a sharp smile. “She’ll be staying in our finest suite, being waited on hand and foot for the next few weeks.”

Stitches? What the hell was that? Did he forget your name?

“Is that so?” Mrs. Kojima narrowed her dark eyes on the blond, and her expression said she didn’t trust the pro hero as far as she could throw him.

“Lucky,” Tadashi muttered under his breath.

“If you don’t believe me, you can call her tomorrow and check for yourself,” Dynamight said before he turned to face you completely, effectively cutting off any rebuttal from the Kojimas. “Are you ready? It’s cold, and the car’s running.”

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, shifting the strap of your duffle bag higher up on your shoulder. “J-Just a second.”

You turned back to Mrs. Kojima, who was blatantly glaring daggers at Dynamight, but her expression softened as she shuffled in to hug you.

“Watch out for him,” she whispered in your ear. “And take care of yourself. If something’s wrong, call me, no matter what. You can stay with me, okay?”

“Thank you, but I’ll be fine,” you murmured as you pulled away. “I’ll call you when I know more about the shop’s repairs. Tadashi, take care of your grandma for me.”

“Bah!” Mrs. Kojima scoffed, shooing you back with her cane. “I can take care of myself.”

“I know.” You smiled as you grabbed the handle of your small rolling suitcase beside you. “Have a good night.”

You turned back to Dynamight to find him suddenly beside you, the scent of burnt sugar enveloping you a moment later. You inhaled so fast it whistled through your teeth, but the pro hero didn’t even look at you as he slipped his finger through your duffle bag’s strap and pulled it off your shoulder. He slung it on his back in one fluid movement, and then he was reaching for your suitcase, too.

“I-I got this one!” you said, a little too loudly, as you stumbled back a step and dragged the suitcase with you. “Thank you, but, um, I’ve got it.”

Dynamight pursed his lips at you, his eyes narrowing into crimson slits, but then his gaze jumped over your shoulder.

“Got something you want to say, kid?” he grunted, and he looked a little ridiculous with your pink and purple patterned duffle peeking out from over his shoulder.

“M-Me?” Tadashi gaped and glanced around quickly like there was anyone else within half a block, but when he realized Dynamight was still staring at him expectantly, the boy began to ramble. “I-I just, uh, I just wanted to say I think you’re the coolest hero there is. Even more than Deku! Man, I wish I could have seen the fight the other night. You probably wiped the floor with that villain! When I grow up, I hope I’m a hero half as cool as you.”

Dynamight actually seemed surprised by the boy’s adoring word vomit. The blond blinked as the suspicion and defensiveness drained from his face and posture, and then an easy smirk stretched across his lips.

“You got a quirk, kid?” he asked.

Mrs. Kojima made a face beside you like she was going to cut in, but you put a hand on her arm and gestured to Tadashi’s beaming face, and the old lady sighed and relented. She knew what this meant for her grandson.

“Yeah, I do!” Tadashi grinned and puffed out his chest before he shifted the bag of food in his grasp and held out his right hand. His brow buckled in concentration, but a moment later a flame exploded to life in his palm. The flame grew, flickering upwards as it twisted and twined, changing shape as it went. In the blink of an eye, the teenager held the hilt of a fiery dagger, which he twirled around his knuckles. “I can make different objects with flames, and they act solid when I concentrate hard enough.”

“That’s a pretty cool power,” Dynamight said as he eyed the flaming blade. “Bet you kick ass in your hero course.”

“I-I do alright,” Tadashi said as he extinguished the dagger, trying to go for a nonchalant shrug, but the effect was ruined by his mile-wide grin and heart eyes. “You really think it’s cool?”

“It’s only cool if you’re the best, so don’t slack off,” the blond scoffed. “Only losers half-ass their way through school.”

Mrs. Kojima’s face was silently scandalized, but Tadashi’s grew determined.

“Yes, sir!” the boy said as he bowed at the waist. “I’ll work hard to be the best of the best.”

“Good.” Dynamight smirked. “Then, when you graduate, you can come prove how strong you are by taking me on. Who knows? If you’re actually strong, we might hire a new side-kick.”

Tadashi looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head as he straightened up, but the pro hero only snickered as he spun on heel and began to stride away.

“You comin’, Stitches?” he called over his shoulder.

“C-Coming!” you called back before you flashed the Kojimas one last smile. “Have a good night and be safe going home!”

Then you took off down the sidewalk, your rolling suitcase clattering over the broken concrete behind you.

Dynamight’s legs were twice as long as yours and quickly ate up the distance to his car still parked on the corner, and you only caught up to him as he was tossing your duffle in the trunk.

You stood on the curb panting for a moment, just staring at him, and then the blond looked up and caught your eye.

“What?” he grunted.

“N-Nothing.” You cleared your throat and moved to pick up your suitcase, but he beat you to it, bending down and hefting the thing up in one fluid movement. The trunk slammed shut with a resounding thud, and the two of you were left staring at each other in silence.

“Get in,” Dynamight finally said, jerking his chin at the passenger door. Then he walked around to the driver’s side, yanked open the door, and slid inside without another word.

You could still feel the Kojimas’ eyes on your back, and you didn’t want to give them cause to worry, so you took a deep breath and got into the car.

Even though your heart was trying to break free of your ribcage.

The car itself was sleek and fancy, both inside and out. The seats were a supple red leather with ebony stitching, the dashboard shiny and inlaid with the newest gadgets, and you curled into the seat, afraid to even touch anything. This car was probably worth more money than you’d ever made in your entire life, and you had worked odd jobs since you were sixteen.

The engine rumbled to life as Dynamight cranked the ignition, warm air blasting out of the vents and thawing your red nose and cheeks. The dash said it was only eighteen degrees Celsius, but the wind had been brisk.

“Seatbelt,” the pro hero said as he yanked his own across his thick chest.

You swallowed tightly before you did as you were bidden, and the second you were secured, the blond was throwing the car in gear and peeling away from the curb. Your barricaded street disappeared in a blur, and suddenly you were on your way.

With Dynamight. Alone. In his car.

The luxurious interior of the vehicle began to close in on you, feeling more like the walls of a coffin, and you braced yourself for Dynamight’s interrogation.

Except… it never came.

Minutes passed by in silence, and all the while, the blond’s red eyes stayed focused on the road ahead. One of his hands casually gripped the steering wheel, the other wrapped around the gear shift, and every one of the hero’s movements was fluid, precise.

You tried not to, but you couldn’t help but study him out of the corner of your eye. His blank face gave nothing away, and neither did his slumped body language. He was covered in a dark hoodie and jeans again, so you couldn’t see much skin besides his hands and neck, but he looked… fine.

One would have never guessed that he nearly bled to death beneath your hands two days ago.

The memory of his blood, warm and tacky on your skin, made you clench your hands in your lap, and when you glanced over at the blond again, you nearly jumped out of your seat when you met red eyes.

“Now you got somethin’ you want to say, Stitches?” he asked as he shifted gears, smoothly pulling around another car.

“M-My name’s not Stitches,” you replied without thinking, but maybe this was a good thing. Thinking always got you in trouble.

“Yeah, no shit,” the blond snorted, darting a quick look at you again before turning back to the road. “But you keep starin’ at me, so spit it out.”

You fumbled for something to say, still thinking of his ashen face splattered with blood. “T-That was nice, what you said back there to Tadashi. He, um, really idolizes you, so you probably made his whole year.”

“Tch.” Dynamight clicked his tongue as he looked in the rearview mirror. “Chances are, kid probably won’t end up as much.”

You frowned. “But you said—”

“I know what I said,” he cut you off, eyes meeting yours again. “And I meant it. Slacking off is for losers. Still, the brat will probably end up as a B-lister at most, more likely just an extra. That’s just the damn odds.”

His words were harsh, but you knew they were true. There was no shortage of people signing up to be “heroes” in the world, but very few actually achieved the fame and notoriety of, say, All Might. Even years after his retirement, the Old Symbol of Peace was still talked about.

“Well… thank you for not saying that to Tadashi,” you murmured as you averted your eyes out the window.

“Someone will have to eventually,” Dynamight grunted. “But, if he proves me wrong, then he might actually have some potential.”

“Mmm,” you hummed noncommittally. You didn’t want to talk about Tadashi anymore. Hell, you didn’t want to talk about anything.

But you knew it was coming. You could feel the pro hero building up to it, the air in the car becoming more tense and charged by the second, like the calm before the storm.

Part of you wished Dynamight would just rip the bandaid off already.

The other part of you wondered if you would survive opening the car door and jumping from the moving vehicle, but at the speed the blond was driving, chances were slim.

You were just thinking to pull out your phone and subtly look at the agency on the map to see how far away you were, but then Dynamight cleared his throat, and you felt all the saliva dry up in your mouth.

This was it.

“So,” the pro hero started as he pulled up to a stoplight, and his eyes found yours again. The red light reflected off his face and made it hard to tell where his irises began, everything washed out in crimson.

But before he could get another word out, a loud growl split the interior of the car.

Dynamight blinked at you before his gaze fell to your stomach, and you felt your face flare with heat.

“Sorry,” you muttered as you clenched your abdomen, trying to shut it up, but it only growled louder in defiance. “I, um, forgot to eat dinner since I was busy packing.”

And because your stomach had been in knots all day, but you didn’t need to tell him that.

“Wasn’t that kid holding a whole bag of food back there?” Dynamight asked, frowning at you.

“Y-Yeah.” You blushed even harder. Nothing escaped the pro’s notice, did it? “Mrs. Kojima had brought some stuff, but I didn’t know if there would be a place to store it in, um, whatever room I’m staying in. Plus, Tadashi is always hungry because of his hero course training, so it’s not like any of it will go to waste.”

“You’ll starve yourself so some brat can stuff extras in his face?” the blond scoffed, and he looked at you like you were speaking another language.

“I won’t starve,” you argued, a nervous laugh huffing out of you. “I-It’s one meal, and I ate a big lunch.”

That was a lie, but maybe you could get away with a little one.

Dynamight studied you for a long, silent moment, his face unreadable. Then the light turned green, and he clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.

“Tch.” He flicked on his blinker and turned left, weaving down a set of smaller streets leading away from the city’s center, where you knew his agency was located.

“Where… are we going?” you asked as you glanced out the window. “Is this a short cut to the agency?”

“We’re not goin’ to the agency,” he said.

Your heart skipped a beat, and some of your unease must have shown on your face, because the pro hero scoffed again.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist. We’re stopping to get food first.”

You blinked in surprise. Food? He was buying you dinner?

“Y-You don’t have to do that,” you stuttered, awkwardly waving your hands in front of you. “Really, I’m fine.”

“Well, I’m fuckin’ hungry, so I’m getting food. That alright with you, Stitches?” His red eyes flicked to the side and pinned you to your seat, and all you could do was nod.

The car descended into silence again as Dynamight navigated through the streets, and a few minutes later, he was pulling up to a curb. The street around you was definitely in a better part of town than you were used to, but it didn’t look too fancy. A number of small restaurants dotted the road, interspersed by a couple bars, and a few dozen people roamed the sidewalks, laughing and stumbling and obviously having a good time.

Dynamight stared out at the crowd through the windshield, a small sneer of disgust curling his upper lip, before he turned to you.

“Stay here,” he said. No, ordered. “I’ll be right back, so don’t go anywhere.”

“O-Okay,” you replied with a nod.

He narrowed his eyes at you, as if trying to discern whether or not you were lying, but he must have been satisfied with what he found because he reached for the sunglasses that were casually thrown atop the dash. He slid them on before opening the car door and slipping out, but he paused before he closed it, bending down and poking his head back inside.

“Any allergies?” he asked bluntly. “I don’t need you choking and dying on my leather seats.”

“No allergies.” You shook your head. “Anything is fine.”

A part of you still wanted to argue about him buying you food, but something told you that you would both lose the argument and succeed in pissing the blond off, which you were trying your best to avoid.

Dynamight grunted in acknowledgement before he straightened, pulled up his hood, and slammed the car door. He took several strides away before he gestured back to the vehicle, and it was only when the locks engaged that you realized he’d taken the keys out of the ignition at some point.

He really didn’t want you going anywhere.

You exhaled shakily as you unclenched and clenched your fingers in your lap, trying to get some feeling back into them. Your thoughts kept threatening to spiral off down dark avenues, so you focused on watching the people outside the car. The windows were pretty tinted, besides the windshield, so you didn’t think people noticed you watching them go about their night. Everyone was happy and smiling, flushed with laughter and drink, and a yawning loneliness suddenly opened up inside you. Even back in America, you’d never had a lot of friends, but you had drinks a few times in college with classmates, and you missed going out to somewhere besides the grocery or craft supply store. You had thought you would have time to make new friends here in Japan, friends that you could try restaurants and bars with, but it hadn’t happened yet.

And depending on what Dynamight had to say, it might not happen at all.

You stewed in anxious silence for several minutes, but then the locks disengaged with a chirp, and the blond was sliding back into the driver’s seat, shoving a bulging plastic bag into your lap.

“Here, don’t drop it,” he muttered as he jammed the keys back into the ignition.

“I’ll just, um, set it on the floor,” you said as you shifted the bag down to the floorboards, holding it in place with your feet. The aromatic steam wafted out of the bag as you leaned over it, and your stomach snarled at the delicious scent of greasy meat and roasted vegetables. “This smells really good.”

“Of course it does,” Dynamight sneered. “I’m not gonna eat shitty food.”

“Only the best for the best,” you joked awkwardly. You blamed your sudden lightheadedness. When was the last time you ate?

“Damn straight,” the blond huffed, yanking on his seatbelt before shifting the car into gear. “Can you make it five minutes without fainting?”

“Yes?” you questioned more than stated, your brow furrowing.

“Good, then hang on.” With that, the pro hero squealed away from the curb, merging into traffic seamlessly.

Dynamight drove for several more minutes, but you didn’t ask where the two of you were going this time. The blond probably wouldn’t answer, and if he did, it would just be some kind of sharp retort, so you settled for staring out the window while making sure the food between your feet didn’t tip over.

You hadn’t explored the city very much since you moved here, so most of what you passed by was foreign to you. But, just judging by the amount of lights and traffic around, you estimated that Dynamight was skirting the edge of the downtown area instead of going into it. You knew the general location of his agency, since you panic-Googled it earlier this afternoon, and while it was closer, the pro hero didn’t seem to be driving toward it.

Eventually, Dynamight pulled up to the curb on an empty street and parked in the shadow of a tall office building. There was no sign on the façade to indicate a company, and only the dim emergency lights shone through the darkened windows, so it was obvious everyone had gone home for the day. Next door to the building seemed to be a small park, concrete and steel giving way to green grass and shadowed trees, but there was no one walking on this particular street.

“Where are we?” you asked as you frowned out the tinted window.

“Dunno,” Dynamight said before he opened his door, sliding out of the car without any more explanation.

You blinked in confusion as he wrenched open your door a moment later, but he still didn’t say anything as he bent down to pick up the bag of food at your feet.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” you asked. “You drove us here.”

“By the time I answer all your questions, the food is gonna be cold,” the pro hero grunted, and he glared down at you still buckled into your seat. “Get out.”

“We’re not eating in the car?” You didn’t mean to ask this many questions, you could tell it was irritating the blond, but you were just so… confused as to how you got to this point in your life.

“I’m not about to let you ruin my damn leather seats,” Dynamight growled, stepping back to give you room. “Now get out of the damn car… please.”

The last word sounded like it was dragged out of the hero against his will, painfully, and you wondered again if he was trying to be nicer because of all the negative media coverage. You didn’t think the blond gave a shit what the media thought, but Red Riot and their agency did, so maybe Dynamight was being forced to make an effort.

“Are you seriously just going to gape at me like an idiot? Do your legs not work?”

Well, what was that saying? You could lead a horse to water, but you couldn’t force it to drink.

“S-Sorry,” you stuttered as you fumbled with your seatbelt, and you nearly twisted your ankle falling out of the car.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re as clumsy as shitty Deku,” Dynamight grumbled as he easily caught your elbow and kept you from faceplanting.

This close, you could smell the caramelizing sugar scent that you finally realized emanated from the blond, and even through the sleeve of your sweater, you could feel the strength in the pro hero’s calloused fingers.

Your face flushed with heat, but you were pretty sure he was tired of your stammered apologies, so you just stepped up onto the curb as he slammed the passenger door and locked the car.

Then he turned to the tall office building and froze before a scowl twisted his features once again.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, and his red eyes snapped to you. “You’re not afraid of heights are you?”

“I… don’t think so,” you said with a frown. “I mean, I’ve been on roller coasters before, and I obviously flew here from America—”

“Perfect,” the blond cut you off, shoving the bag of food at you again. “Take this.”

“O-Okayyyy?” You tentatively wrapped your fingers around the plastic handles of the bag as you drew the food close to your chest.

“Now, hop on,” he said as he turned around and crouched, his fingers starting to crackle with light and flares of heat.

“Wh… what?!” Your whole body felt hot this time, not just your face. “Y-You want me… to get on your back?”

“Again with the damn questions,” he growled, glaring over his shoulder at you. “If it will get you to move your ass faster, we’re eating on that roof, and unless you have wings under that sweater, I’m the only one who can get us up there, and I need my damn hands to use my quirk. So. Hop. On.”

You gaped at the blond for a millisecond, a thousand more questions racing through your mind. Why the hell were you eating on a roof of a random building? Was this allowed? Why couldn’t you just go back to the agency?

But you knew by the look on the blond’s face that he’d reached his limit with questions, so you could do nothing but comply.

Just don’t think about it. Don’t think, don’t think, don’t think.

You kept up this mantra in your head as you hesitantly approached the hero’s back. He had turned to look forward again, so at least his crimson eyes weren’t burning a hole into you as you carefully slid one hand onto his shoulder while you used the other to cradle the food against your stomach.

You were just debating the best way to finish this embarrassing endeavor when you felt strong hands slide over the backs of your knees and pull you forward, startling a yelp out of you.

“Jump,” Dynamight grunted, and you only had time to mindlessly obey as he straightened to his full height in one fluid motion.

“Shit!” you couldn’t help but curse in English, hoping he couldn’t understand you. His hands helped to guide your legs around his waist, and you dug your left hand into his shoulder so you didn’t fall backward or crush the food that was nestled between the hero’s spine and your navel.

A beat passed in silence as the two of you found your balance again.

“I-I’m not too heavy, am I?” you murmured into the hero’s blond hair. Your throat felt tight with embarrassment, but when you went to swallow, your mouth was as dry as a desert.

“Tch.” Dynamight clicked his tongue as he shifted your weight a little, his hands burning the backs of your thighs even through the thick denim of your jeans. “I could carry two of you without breaking a sweat. Don’t call me weak.”

“I wasn’t!” you rushed to assure him. “I just meant—”

“I know what you meant, shut up,” the blond cut you off, turning his head a fraction so his red eyes sliced into you. At this distance, his burnt sugar scent was almost overwhelming. “Do you have a good grip on me? And the food?”

“Y-Yes,” you said as your heart began to pound against your sternum. You hoped he couldn’t feel it.

“Make sure,” he growled, fingers digging into the backs of your thighs before he suddenly let go.

A small gasp was ripped from you as you clenched your legs around his waist, and your left arm went from clutching his shoulder to wrapping around his neck.

“Ack! Don’t choke me!” he huffed as he stretched his throat out of the way.

Your right hand scrambled down a few inches, and you fisted the front of his hoodie, anchoring yourself across his chest as you sucked in your gut, leaned more into his spine, and tried not to crush the bag of food that was steadily making you sweat.

“I-Is that okay?” you asked, your voice no more than a timid whisper.

“Fine,” Dynamight said as he dropped his hands down by his hips, his palms crackling with energy once again. “Don’t fucking let go.”

“I wo—OHHHH!” Your sentence trailed off into a startled scream as the hero suddenly exploded off the ground.

His quirk made your ears ring, but you didn’t even have time to process that before you were thirty feet in the air. Every muscle in your body locked up in terror, and you were sure Dynamight was going to have bruises on his ribs from your legs clamping down around him like a vise. The wind tore at your hair and clothes, stinging the exposed skin of your face and neck, and you ducked your head against the hero’s blond hair as you clenched your eyes shut.

Don’t let go, don’t let go, you chanted in your mind.

Then, as suddenly as it began, it was over, and you heard Dynamight extinguish his quirk an instant before his boots slammed into concrete.

The two of you stood there for a moment as you panted against the back of his neck, your hammering heart still lodged in your throat, before the blond patted the side of your thigh.

“You can get down now,” he said. “But don’t drop the damn food.”

You peeled open your eyes with a shaky exhale, and you could feel your entire body trembling as you slowly slid down from the hero’s back. The crinkling bag drew your attention, and you had a split-second worry that you had crushed the food in your terror, but a quick inspection showed that while the containers were a little crumpled, no food was leaking out.

“Come on, I’m hungry,” Dynamight muttered before his boots started to crunch away from you.

You snapped your head up and blindly followed after the blond, your eyes darting to the ground to make sure you didn’t trip over anything and then up to your surroundings to try and figure out where the hero was leading you.

The answer, apparently, was to the very edge of the roof, and you wondered if the hero was going to make you hop on the Dynamight Express again, but instead he came to a stop beside a large electrical box. To your shock, he opened a small door on the tall metal rectangle and produced a thick, dark colored blanket, which he then threw down on the roof’s gravel.

“Sit,” he grunted before he flopped to the ground, sighing as he stretched his legs out in front of him.

There was about four or five feet between the electrical box and the edge of the roof, but the soles of Dynamight’s boots nearly brushed against the roof’s wall.

Or they would have, if a three-foot section of the cement wall wasn’t missing right in front of him. The edges of the concrete partition looked suspiciously charred black, and you frowned at the sight.

“Did you… blast a chunk out of this wall?” you asked as you slowly sank to your knees beside the blond. You were painfully aware of the void of protection in front of you, and you knew you were at least ten to fifteen stories above the street. But at least it wasn’t so cold up here, tucked into this little nook with the six-foot tall hero’s body heat helping to warm the air.

“It was in the way,” Dynamight sneered, leaning over and snatching the plastic bag from where you had set it between the two of you. “And wipe that look off your face. I’m not gonna push you through the hole, and you’re not gonna fall with me here.”

He didn’t look at you as he said this, too busy pulling out several food containers and spreading them out on the blanket, but the absolute surety, the confidence, in his voice actually eased some of the tension from your shoulders, and you sighed as you shifted onto your butt and leaned back against the electrical box.

Now that you were seated in front of the hole, you realized this building gave you the perfect vantage point to the east. Most of the other structures were shorter than the one you currently sat on, so the streets stretched out before you like a map. The night sky was clear above you, devoid of clouds, nothing but a dark purple canvas sprinkled here and there with stars. But the moon was nearly full over your head, and its pale light was just enough to see by. You could see cars several blocks away cruising through the pools of lamplight, people waiting at bus stops or walking down the road to their next destination, and a realization came over you.

“Oh, I see,” you murmured, still staring out at the view. “You must use this building as a perch during your hero patrols, right? You can see a lot from here.”

“No shit.” Dynamight rolled his eyes as he opened one of the take-out containers. The smell of a well-made yakisoba hit your nostrils, and you watched as the blond ripped open a pair of chopsticks. He must have felt your gaze, though, because his red eyes snapped up and narrowed on you with a glare. “Quit starin’ at me and eat something. I didn’t go through all this damn trouble for nothing.”

“R-Right.” You cleared your throat as you glanced between the other take-out boxes. “Was there something for me in particular, or…”

“Just pick something!” he snapped before he shoved a bite of noodles into his scowling mouth.

You pursed your lips as you reached for the closest container, flipping up the lid to find nearly a dozen yakitori skewers. Your stomach snarled and cramped as the roasted scent of the chicken filled your nose, and you could feel saliva pooling in your mouth.

Grease immediately began to stain your fingers as you picked up one of the skewers, but you didn’t even care as you brought the kebab to your lips. You took a tentative bite to find the meat still pleasantly warm, but then a groan rumbled in the back of your throat as the flavor exploded across your tongue.

“Mmmm, that is so good!” you mumbled around a mouthful as you ravenously tore off another bite. “It’s seasoned perfectly, and I like the bit of spice it has.”

“Told you I don’t eat shitty food,” the blond scoffed before he reached over and snagged a piece of yakitori for himself.

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of your mouth, but you quickly covered it up by taking another bite of chicken.

“Thank you for the meal, Dynamight,” you said once you finished the skewer, reaching for one of the other containers. This one turned out to be another plate of yakisoba, and you eagerly pulled it into your lap.

Silence settled between the two of you for a minute, punctuated by the sounds of you both quietly chewing, before Dynamight broke it again.

“Katsuki.”

“Hmm?” you asked around a mouthful of noodles. When you lifted your head, your eyes clashed with glaring red ones barely two feet away, and you swallowed quickly so you wouldn’t choke. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“My name,” he grunted before ripping into another skewer, white teeth flashing in the pale moonlight. “It’s not Dynamight. It’s Katsuki Bakugo.”

Another hot flash broke out across your body as his scarlet eyes bored into you, and you dropped your gaze to your lap. The blond was too close, his burnt sugar scent still strong beneath the aroma of food, and your brain struggled to come up with a response.

“Katsuki Bakugo,” you murmured because you couldn’t help yourself, testing out the syllables on your tongue.

You thought you saw the hero twitch out of the corner of your eye, but he might have just been taking another bite.

“Yeah, and you better remember it,” the blond said after a moment, his tone adamant, commanding.

Like there was any way you could forget his name. Japan’s Number Two Hero wasn’t exactly forgettable.

You found it a little funny, though, that he was so weird about his own name after refusing to call you anything but “Stitches” so far.

“I will,” you murmured, darting a glance at Dynamight—Katsuki? No, that felt too familiar. Bakugo, then—to find him still staring at you.

The blond’s crimson gaze was piercing, pinning you to the spot, and you couldn’t look away. You thought he was going to say something, but his eyes only roamed over your face silently, like he was searching your features for an answer to a question he hadn’t voiced. His scrutiny unnerved you, made you fidget, and you played with your chopsticks to try and quell some of your nervous energy.

Still, he didn’t say a word, but his red eyes began to narrow bit by bit.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore, and you opened your mouth to say something, anything, before he beat you to it.

“You have a healing quirk.”

The words hit you like a sledgehammer.

Your heart slammed to a stop in your chest, and you inhaled so fast it was almost a scream. A million thoughts, excuses, and lies scrambled through your head, but the hero didn’t even give you time to grasp at any of them.

“Don’t deny it,” he said, face twisting into his usual scowl. “Fuckin’ hate liars. I know you have a healing quirk.”

The blunt confirmation, after so long worrying, felt almost like a relief, but it was quickly followed by a deluge of dread.

He knew, he knew, he knew. The truth blared through your head like a siren. There really was no running from it now.

“Well?” Dynamight—Bakugo—demanded as he glared at you. “Are you going to answer?”

“You didn’t ask me a question.” The words fell from your mouth without your permission, and you winced as the blond’s expression darkened.

“Fine,” he growled. “Do you have a healing quirk or not?”

“…yes.” There was nothing else for you to say, so you just stared at the pro hero as the noose tightened around your neck.

“I knew it.” A wild smirk stretched across Bakugo’s mouth, triumphant and proud.

“How?” you couldn’t help but ask as you clenched your hands in your lap, the food long since forgotten. Your stomach was churning itself into knots anyway, but a morbid part of you just had to know what was the final nail in the coffin that had sealed your fate.

“How what? Did I figure it out?” the blond asked as he lazily picked up another skewer and took a bite, like he didn’t have a care in the world. Like he didn’t hold your whole world in the palm of his calloused hand. “Because I’m not a blind idiot.”

“I’m serious,” you said with a frown, digging your nails into your palms.

“So am I,” Bakugo scoffed, and his red eyes found yours again. “If you’re going to lie, at least do it right. That night in your apartment, you said I wasn’t really hurt, didn’t bleed that much, but your hands and my clothes were soaked with it. Way too much for the stupid paper cuts or whatever you blamed it on. The burns on my left arm were better off than they should have been, too, but I knew you were lying before I even noticed any of that shit. I knew the second you opened your mouth.”

You cringed with guilt, dropping your gaze to your fidgeting fingers. So, all your lies had been futile from the start. “Was it something in my tone or…?”

“Well, stuttering over your words with your guilty ass face didn’t do you any favors, but no,” the blond grunted. “It wasn’t your tone, it was…”

Here, the pro hero trailed off, and he was quiet for so long that you chanced a glance at him.

Bakugo was frowning off into the distance, staring out over the city without seeing. You could tell he was struggling with something, and since you were obviously a masochist, you pressed him about it.

“It was…?” you led and then had to stifle a gasp as the blond snapped his head around to glare at you.

“You can’t say shit about this,” he snarled and bared his teeth like a cornered animal, and you distantly noted that his canines were more pointed and pronounced than what was usual. Then his next words stabbed into you, sharp and serrated, and dragged you back to the conversation. “Do you hear me, Stitches? You don’t say shit to anyone. If you do, I’ll kill you.”

You blanched at the seriousness of his tone, the sharpness of his eyes, and a nervous laugh was startled out of you.

“I’m obviously not in a position to say anything against you, Dyna—er, Bakugo,” you said, adding the “-sama” honorific after his name as a show of deference. “You could have me arrested or even deported for using my quirk on you without permission or a license.”

“Damn right I could,” he huffed as he narrowed his eyes at you, but some of the tension and anger left the lines of his face. “But I’m not gonna do any of that shit because I need—you are going to help me.”

“Help you?” you echoed in an incredulous tone. “What could I possibly help you with?”

Bakugo glared at you as the muscle in his jaw worked, like he was chewing over his words, before he finally spat them out.

“My ears. The reason I knew you were lying immediately was because I could hear you.”

Your frown deepened as you processed his words. “You remember losing your hearing?”

“Remember it?” The blond scowled at you. “What the fuck are you talking about? Of course I remember being fuckin’ deaf!”

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered, waving your hands in front of you. “I just—right after you crashed through my window, you woke up for a second, but you were disoriented. I was trying to tell you that you beat the villain before I saw the blood coming out of your ears and realized you must have blown your eardrums. Then you passed out, and when you woke up again, a-after I… healed you, you asked about the villain a second time, so I just assumed you didn’t remember waking up the first time.”

Bakugo frowned at you, pale eyebrows furrowing over crimson eyes. “I woke up more than once? Yeah, I don’t remember that shit.”

“Wait…” You blinked and pursed your lips as you tried to understand what he was saying. “If you don’t remember that, how do you remember losing your hearing?”

“Because my hearing was shot to shit before I even ran into that damn villain,” Bakugo growled, and his face tightened again as he turned away from you. “Couldn’t even hear my quirk activate anymore.”

He held up his hand to demonstrate, and flashes of light crackled to life in his palm like mini fireworks. The hero’s expression grew strange as he stared at the visual manifestation of his quirk, but then he clenched his fist and extinguished the sparks.

Meanwhile, you felt your jaw gape open as your eyes widened. “You… how long has your hearing been in decline?”

The blond ground his jaw so hard you could hear the scrape of his teeth, and he glared off into the middle distance for so long that you just assumed he wasn’t going to answer you.

Then…

“Fuckin’ years, I dunno,” he muttered as he pulled one of his long legs up, balancing his forearm against his knee and pressing his mouth into the back of his wrist. “Didn’t notice it at first, but it probably started at UA, once I was able to use my quirk more regularly.”

Ohhh, of course. Your eyes dropped to the clenched fist in his lap, and you remembered the boom that made your ears ring as the hero flew you both up here. It had been so loud, and to think of experiencing that multiple times a day, at close range, for years apparently since you knew UA was a famous high school here in Japan…

“Did you see a doctor?” You frowned, glancing up at the blond as his gaze snapped back to yours.

“Tch, doctors,” Bakugo sneered, disgust glinting in his crimson eyes. “Fuckin’ useless pieces of shit. I left a good-for-nothing white coat’s office the afternoon I ran into that asphalt villain. Idiot doctor said most of my hearing was just gone, I was going to lose the rest, and there was shit all he could do. Then, few hours later, you patched me up in fuckin’ seconds, so I know that bastard was full of shit.”

All you could do was blink rapidly at the pro hero as you tried to process all this information. Japan’s Number Two Hero had been going deaf for years, and no one had noticed? You knew that would have definitely made the news, let alone the gossip magazines. What’s more, a doctor said his hearing was a lost cause, and yet…

“How well can you hear now?” you asked, curiosity getting the best of you. You hadn’t even intended to heal his ears that night, it had just been a side effect of you dumping your energy into his body in order to keep him breathing.

“Dunno, haven’t exactly done a hearing test,” the blond scoffed and rolled his eyes. “But I can hear you just fine, my phone, too, and my quirk. I’d say that’s good enough.”

You pursed your lips in thought, studying the hero like he’d been studying you all night, and then you remembered what had started this whole conversation.

“Okay…” you said slowly. “Well, if you’re hearing is… fine now, what am I supposed to help you with?”

“Keeping it that way, obviously.” He glared at you. “You’re gonna be stuck at the agency for the next few weeks anyway, so you need to make sure my ears stay working.”

You gaped at the pro-hero, wondering if you were suddenly losing your hearing.

“M-Me?” you stammered as your heart crawled up your throat. “B-But I… I’m not a doctor.”

“No shit,” he said, apparently a favorite phrase of his, and he looked at you like you were a particularly dumb child. “I don’t need a doctor, I told you they’re fuckin’ useless. I just need your quirk.”

“But…” you trailed off in disbelief. Out of all the outcomes you’d envisioned for this night, this had never even crossed your mind as anything in the realm of possibility. “I’m… not a hero. I don’t have a license to use my quirk.”

Bakugo stared at you in silence for an endless moment before his upper lip curled into a snarl.

“Do you think I’m an idiot?” he hissed. “I know all that!”

“W-Well, I don’t know what you want then!” you said, your voice rising in pitch and volume to match his.

The echoes of your words ricocheted around you before they faded off into the night, and the blond clenched his jaw as he glared at you.

“I want you to use your quirk anyway,” he said, the low growl of his tone vibrating through you. You opened your mouth to argue, but he cut you off mid inhale. “And don’t start bitching about rules. You’ve been using your quirk illegally already. That kid and his old hag of a grandma are patients of yours, aren’t they?”

Your jaw snapped closed with an audible click, and a smirk bloomed across the blond’s pale lips.

“Hah,” he snorted. “Knew it.”

“I didn’t say anything,” you gritted out, and your breathing grew shallow.

“You didn’t have to,” he said, his smirk taking on a taunting edge. “You really gotta work on your poker face, Stitches.”

Your vision started to tunnel, interspersed with flashes of Tadashi and Ayano’s faces. “The Kojimas have nothing to do—”

“Oh, calm the fuck down,” he cut you off as he rolled his eyes again. “I’m not gonna turn a grandma and a kid into the cops. Especially not for doing the same shit we’re going to do.”

A knot of tension unraveled beside your heart, but your insides still felt more tangled up than a yarn ball being batted around by a crazed kitten.

“Thank you,” you murmured with a sigh, dropping your eyes to where your fingers were picking at the frayed hem of your sweater.

“I don’t need your gratitude,” he scoffed. “I just need—”

“My quirk.” You were the one to cut him off this time, and you lifted your gaze to his again.

“Yeah,” he said as he narrowed those scarlet eyes at you like a predator zeroing in on its prey. “So, is that your way of saying you’ll do it?”

You bit your lip as you considered your options, but really, you didn’t have any. Dynamight was a famous, rich pro hero with all the leverage. He could ruin your life… but he wasn’t. He was instead providing a trade.

His silence for your quirk.

The Kojimas flashed through your mind again, as did your other “patients,” as the blond called them. You thought of your parents, too, and your grandparents. If you agreed to the hero’s proposition, you wouldn’t have to return to America as a failure, and after a few weeks, you could reopen your family’s legacy shop.

And, in the meantime, you still got to use your quirk. You could heal, actually be useful. Even more than that, Japan’s Number Two Hero was relying on you.

You didn’t know if you were up to the task, having never used your quirk beyond minor instances that were usually days or weeks in between each other.

But…

“Yes,” you finally said as you looked up into Katsuki Bakugo’s face. “I’ll help you.”

You just hoped you didn’t hang yourself in the process.

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A/n: I am so excited to finally post my first length fic. I wrote a fic before about mafia akaashi and reader falling in love, and this one is similar but different as they are rival rivals. Check that one out too if you enjoyed this one!! I’m considering making a part two if this leaves people wondering what’s going to happens next <3 I wrote this story in third person as it was easier for me, for anyone wondering

Words: 6005

Pairings: Mafia!Akaashi x Mafia!Reader

Warnings: nsfw, characters are aged up, sex, oral (giving and receiving), hickeys, vaginal penetration, fingering

“Akaashi Keiji...” Yamiji, the great boss of the Fukurōdani mafia called out, stopping the young-looking boy in his tracks.

“What is it, sir?” Akaashi asked, his handsome turquoise eyes moving to face his boss.

“I need your advice with something... come with me.”

Akaashi nodded, tailing his boss down the lengthy corridor of the mafia building and into the headquarters where the boss generally stayed. Standing with his arms behind his back, Akaashi gently fiddled with his fingers, anxiously waiting for what the boss had called him in for. No one usually comes in Yamiji’s office, not unless something is the matter that he needs to discuss with them about. Akaashi wondered if he had done anything wrong. He didn’t want to be kicked out of the mafia - where would he go?

“We are at what seems like a war with the Nekoma mafia...” Yamiji started.

“Shit... that’s not good,” Akaashi thought. he knew that Bokuto, his best friend in the mafia was somewhat friends with Kuroo, one of the members of the Nekoma mafia. The two boys were close, Akaashi knew that. He wondered how Bokuto was going to take the news that they are now at what felt like a war against each other.

“And we want to be victorious... as usual. So, I’ve been working on some things lately and I’ve come up with a plan on how we can get the first laugh,” Yamiji’s choices of words were interesting, according to Akaashi.

“What is it, sir?” he asked, eyes now opening fully to know about the situation.

“What if the person we take out first it Nekomata’s daughter, Y/n?”

Akaashi thought about it for a second, “That would work. She is the head of the mafia’s daughter. Her death would be problematic with the Nekoma mafia, but then I fear they would come after us if they found out that we were the ones who assassinated her.

“Yeah! About that, don’t worry, Akaashi. I’ve already figured out ways we could get away with it. First option was to make it look like Nekoma’s other rival - Nohebi. Make it seem like they were the ones who ordered the assassination of Nekomata’s daughter,” Yamiji explained, chuckling evilly at his own plans.

“I believe that would work, but I’m not sure. do you have someone who you’ve picked to assassinate her?” Akaashi asked, just out of curiosity.

“Oh... yeah. Actually, about that, I was wondering if you could be that person?” Yamiji asked.

Akaashi blinked a couple times, to make sure he wasn’t daydreaming.

“You want me to do... what?” Akaashi thought he was dreaming. This didn’t seem right. In the mafia, he was only respected for being the brains of the group – nothing more.

“I would like you to be the one who assassinates Y/n. Will that be alright with you? I know you’re busy and all...”

“Yeah- no, no it should be alright,” Akaashi knew that he wasn’t able to defy the boss. He had to do what he was assigned.

“Really? Thank you, Akaashi!”

“You’re welcome sir. I promise, I won’t fail you.”

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I promise, I won’t fail you

The words ran through Akaashi’s mind on repeat, just like an echo. His eyes sat fixated on the naked girl standing in the bedroom, admiring her stunning body in the large, wide mirror. He could admit it – she had a nice body, she was an attractive girl, but he rejected to believe that she was Nekomata’s daughter.

She looked nothing like that old man. Her hair was (your hair length) and (your hair colour). She was young, looking around his age, maybe even younger.

How hadn’t she noticed him yet?

The dark grey curtains were wide open, the vivid light from the bedroom obvious to anyone who was looking up at the tall building.

How hadn’t she noticed him yet?

The boy settled with a mask concealing his face, donned in black clothing, standing on her balcony watching her. Or did she notice him and was acting like she didn’t. Judging by her facial expressions – she didn’t.

Akaashi watched as she slipped on the small nightgown that lay on the chair next to the mirror. She looked… stunning. How the fuck was she Nekomata’s daughter? She couldn’t be, unless her father had hooked up with someone, or Y/n had just got all her mother’s looks – that would only make sense.

Akaashi’s turquoise eyes were set on her – why did she make his chest hurt. She was nothing like he’d ever seen before, blowing him away so quickly.

He noticed her body turn to the windows, walking over. Akaashi tried to hide. Fuck. Did she notice him? Was she coming out to confront him, or even attempt to kill him? He would’ve been classified as a creep if anyone saw him standing on her balcony. He tried to hide himself to the best of his ability, turning his back around to blend in with the dark night sky. He held his breath, his eyes carrying a sign of fear as he silently prayed that he wouldn’t get caught.

A sigh of relief escaped Akaashi’s precious lips as he heard the curtains shut and the footsteps of Y/n walking off.

“It’s time to get out of here…” he muttered to himself, his mind now forgetting about the original plan to murder Y/n tonight. He couldn’t do it. Not now at least. He couldn’t kill her while he was still unsure why she had been making him feel slightly different. Akaashi sighed to himself, climbing down the rope he had used to get up.

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“I’m sorry sir…” Akaashi bowed in front of Yamiji, his eyes clenched shut as he prepared himself for his punishment, “I-I couldn’t kill her… I don’t know why… but I couldn’t.”

Yamiji sighed, “I really thought you would be the perfect person for this task, Akaashi. But, that’s not a problem. I can always just take you off the job and find another one of the members in this mafia to go kill her. I’m sure they’ll do it without a second thought.”

“NO.”

Akaashi didn’t know why he was screaming at this point. He couldn’t tell someone why his eyes were widened with shock from hearing his own boss say he would take him off the job. He wanted to prove that he was able to do what he was ordered to – that he wasn’t scared to do what he was assigned. But, all that Akaashi wanted to know was why she made him feel… odd? Why was there an instant urge to protect her when Yamiji said he would get someone else on the job? Why did he think she looked so beautiful when she had been disposed of her clothes?

“S-Sir… just let me have this job… please. I will go back whenever I can and try to kill her. Just please, let me have this job,” Akaashi silently mumbled, trying to conceal his inner feelings, fearing what his own boss would think of him for the way he acted.

“I’m going to leave you on the job, Akaashi. But you must promise me that you will kill her.”

“Yes sir. I promise.”

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“What’s with you, Akaashi?” Bokuto asked, his hand colliding with Akaashi’s back, almost making him choke on his water, “I heard the boss has given you a task to do… something important even.”

Akaashi sat his glass down on the table as his best friend went to sit across from him.

“You could say that.”

“What is it?” Bokuto asked in a curious tone.

“I… have to assassinate Nekomata’s daughter.”

“Nekomata’s daughter? Wait… from the Nekoma mafia?” Bokuto’s golden eyes widened in shock.

Akaashi only nodded I response.

“BRO. THAT’S SUCH AN IMPORTANT TASK.”

“Quiet down!”

“Oops… sorry. But, seriously Akaashi. I can’t believe it. You’ve been given such an important task, considering that we’re currently in war with the Nekoma mafia!”

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Akaashi stood on the silver balcony once more, peering into the room that Y/n stood in once again. This time, she was dressed fully in black clothing, similar to him. He hid his gun from himself, only threating to actually use it if someone did catch him standing up there.

There was no way in hell he could kill her. He didn’t have the guts to. At this point in life, Akaashi could only stand there and watch the beautiful girl who stood on the other end of the door. Her (your hair colour) hair was spread across the pillow on her bed, her attention drawn to her phone. Akaashi still wondered if she knew he were there – hopefully she didn’t.

He was sure of it now. Sure, that he didn’t want her dead. He wanted to keep seeing her like this. Keep watching her from her balcony like a stalker. He loved the way she sat on her bed, her (your hair colour) hair spread out on the pillow behind you, your attention directed to your phone. Akaashi sighed in defeat – there wasn’t going to be any way for him to get you to notice him, and it wouldn’t be long before Yamiji hired someone else to murder you.

He couldn’t fall in love.

He knew he couldn’t, because if anything were to ever happen to you, he would be heartbroken. Akaashi sighed. As much as he wanted to continue to stare at your beautiful features, he knew he couldn’t stay here for long. He would have to leave eventually.

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Kuroo sat in his chair, his feet up on the table as he whistled while Y/n walked by. Y/n rolled her eyes, ignoring him to the best of her ability.

“Hey kitten,” the tall, black haired boy smirked.

Y/n rolled her eyes, trying to walk past, only to have the boy grab onto her wrist. She struggled to free her wrist, but Kuroo was stronger than her, so really, there was no use.

“Let go of me, Kuroo,” she demanded, an angry tone filling her soft voice.

“Kitten… you know you want me to be with you. Come on. Why waste your time on some random boy when you can just be with me. You know I’ll treat you like the queen you are,” Kuroo winked.

She would only roll her eyes in response. It had become a regular occurrence where Kuroo would come up to her and suggest a relationship. However, she never wanted to be in a relationship – not now at least, and most definitely not with him. She was sick of being in the mafia with Kuroo, he was too much of a flirt. It made her a target of his, being the only girl in the Nekoma mafia.

“You say that, Kuroo, but the last girl you were in a relationship with, you cheated on her.”

“Yeah, but she wasn’t special. I just wanted to be with you, kitten.”

“I’m not taking any of your bullshit, Kuroo. I’ve told you at least a hundred, or even a thousand times, I do not want to be in a relationship with you. now, leave me the fuck alone. Father wants to see me for something!” you argued back, pulling your wrist from Kuroo’s grasp and storming off.

“Fucking bitch,” Kuroo muttered underneath his breath.

Y/n made her way as quick as possible up to her father’s office. She knew that if she wasn’t fast, Kuroo was going to come right after her. She didn’t want that – she didn’t want him. By this point, she was sick and tired of him and his bullshit. He would confess his love to her one day, and that exact night he’d be pulling a new girl into his bedroom and fucking her. It became obvious to her eyes that Kuroo really wasn’t interested, and she herself wasn’t planning on spending anytime waiting around for a boy who was unsure of his feelings.

Her body stood outside the dark, wooden doors of her father’s office. Her soft fingertips pressed against the keypad, typing in the special passcode of the office that only he gave her. The doors automatically opened, her father’s figure sitting at his desk now being visible to her (your eye colour) eyes.

“Hello Y/n,” her father’s evil smirk appeared onto his old face.

“What have you called me here for, father?” she never liked being called into her father’s office for long. She wanted to do her own thing, not sit around and listen to her father’s bullshit every once in a while.

“Oh, I see you’re jumping straight to the point.”

“Precisely. So, what is it that you want from me today?”

Nekomata took a breath before speaking again, “I have a task for you, my precious girl. You know how we are currently at war with the Fukurōdani mafia? I believe they’re going to send an assassin from their shitty group to come after one of our members… and their smartest member, Akaashi, would be a perfect first start for us.”

“What’s the thing with Akaashi?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s the smartest one in their group. If we’re able to kill him first, the Fukurōdani mafia should knew not to mess with us.”

“Why exactly do you want me to be the one who kills Akaashi? Why can’t you pick someone else like Kenma or maybe even Kuroo? You know both of them would love to have that job.”

“Because both boys seem to have a slight friendship with Akaashi and Bokuto. They would both hesitate to take their so-called friend’s life, that is why I’m entrusting this mission to you, my sweet girl,” Nekomata explained.

You could only scoff, folding your arms as you stared at your father.

“So, what do you say, my dear? Will you be up to the task, or should I call someone else to do it for you?” her father asked.

He knew she loved to take on a challenge, which is why he threatened to give the job to someone else if she wasn’t up to it. He knew his ways to get what he wanted, and in times of need, he wouldn’t forget about these ways. Nekomata always got what he wanted.

“I will.”

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Y/n stood at her mirror, admiring her body. Her beautiful hair had been tied up in a lower ponytail, enough to keep it out of her face. Her body was draped with black clothing, mainly pants and a shirt, a belt strapped around her waist which was to hold her weapons.

She sighed; her eyes still focused on your body in the mirror. How did she end up in his position? How did she go from such an innocent girl to someone who took other people’s lives without any care in the world?

Quickly, she fled from her apartment, making her way to the address of this Akaashi fellow’s home.

Where he lived was such a beautiful place. Why was she feeling this way? Why was she imminently drawn to the place where he called home?

She climbed up the balcony with the rope she stored in her backpack. Resting herself on Akaashi’s balcony, she noticed the curtains of his apartment only slightly opened. Peeking inside, she could see the flashes of the TV screen lighting up the dark room, making out the figure of a boy sitting up against the bed head.

He had a dull look on his face – almost as if he was upset for some reason. Why did he look like that? Slowly she shook her head. She shouldn’t be thinking like this. Not at all. Her mind should’ve only been focused on the boy she was assigned to kill.

But why did she want to hold him so badly?

He looked young – just a little older than her. He had beautiful, messy, black hair, a decent body, dressed in a dark coloured shirt and some grey sweatpants. He was a good-looking boy. Y/n could only shake her head again.

Stop, stop, stop, stop. Why are you thinking like this, Y/n?

She shook her head, trying to throw the thoughts form her mind. That didn’t work. Her soft, (your eye colour) eyes sat focused on Akaashi, watching his every movement. She needed the right moment for when he was unarmed to go into the room and attack him. It wasn’t her first kill – so it was nothing new to her. She knew what she was doing.

She sat on his balcony, watching him for what felt like an hour before she noticed the boy get up from his spot on the bed. He walked down the corridor, shutting one of the doors behind him. He was probably using the restroom.

She used that opportunity to sneak into the apartment. How careless of this boy? Leaving the door unlocked for anyone to secretly walk in without him even realising. Quietly, she shut the glass door behind her, turning around to find a place to hide. She didn’t think about the situation. Where was she going to hide? What was she going to do? She didn’t think of anything properly at all.

“Just as I expected,” Her body jumped, hearing the voice of a man in the bedroom.

Anxiously, she turned around to find Akaashi standing behind her, his arms folded and a glare spreading over his face. She was able to see him more clearly now – he did indeed have a beautiful looking face. He was a beautiful boy.

When her father had first brought him up, she thought that he was going to be an older looking man, someone who had been in the mafia for several years – but her thoughts were wrong. Too wrong.

Akaashi stepped forward, only causing her to step back, trying her best to get away from him. These actions continued, until the back of her legs met with the edge of Akaashi’s bed. Why wasn’t she drawing her gun? She had it on her right now, she could use it to protect herself, but she didn’t.

Akaashi was now standing directly in front of her, chest against chest. Her body had lost all of its control. Akaashi’s hands flew up, pushing her down onto the bed. She wasn’t fighting back, not at all. She was completely mesmerised by this boy, by the way he acted and what he looked like. He was nothing compared to the Akaashi who she had imagined.

Akaashi kneeled onto the bed, pinning her tiny body underneath his large frame. His hands pinned her wrists down onto the sheets.

“You’re Y/n Nekomata,” how was his voice attractive too?

Why did she sound like she was falling for him?

“H-How do you know who I am?” she asked, her eyes widening.

“Because, my boss asked me to assassinate you. And now, you show up outside my apartment, even going as far to sneak into my apartment? You’re so rude, Y/n. I never once broke into your apartment when I was there,” he smirked.

Son of a bitch.

Why was he like this?

Why did his words create a blush that began to spread across her face? She didn’t like it when Kuroo touched her, pinning her to the wall or even trying anything remotely sexual with her, but she was fine with being pinned underneath the body of the man she was assigned to kill.

“Y-You’ve been to my apartment?” She didn’t know what else to say at this point. She had become absolutely speechless.

Akaashi stayed absolutely silent. She could only wonder now. Was Akaashi also assigned to assassinate her?

“I think it’s time you leave.”

The heartbreaking words that she didn’t want to hear fell from Akaashi’s lips.

However, she didn’t want to leave. Y/n wanted to stay pinned underneath his gorgeous body for as long as she could. She wanted to be close to him, bodies touching with the minimum lighting in the bedroom. Was she attracted to him? Maybe. Because, if this feeling was a normal feeling, why didn’t she feel the same way when it came to Kuroo, someone who she wasn’t ordered to kill from a rival mafia? Did the thrill of herself getting caught by someone with the man you’ve been assigned to kill thrill her in some way? Maybe. But honestly, she didn’t even know herself.

“C-Can you get off me first?” She asked, a small, playful chuckle leaving her lips.

Akaashi only smirked before letting go of her wrists, standing up and watching her pull herself from her laying down position. She readjusted her hair, grabbing her small bag that had fallen to the floor when he pinned her down.

She jumped, feeling a hand slip underneath her shirt and to her belt, grabbing the gun. Her head turned with widened eyes towards Akaashi, with her gun now sitting in his hand.

“I’ll be taking this from now on.”

He was truly a smart boy. A boy that she now wanted to meet again. She couldn’t kill him – especially not when he ignited some sort of fire inside of her body that she thought she lost.

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Y/n stood on the balcony once again, just like the week before. The curtains had been opened a little more this time. Akaashi was in the same position as last time, his back pressed up against the headboard as the glowing lights from the TV brought light to the dark room.

She could only sit and watch. She wanted to be caught by him again – if he would ever notice her. Y/n sat and watched; her eyes sitting focused on the boy who seemed to have no idea that she was there.

Y/n watched as his hand came into contact with the remote, pressing the pause button. He got up from his resting spot, walking over to the window.

He was coming towards her.

She didn’t know if she should move or stay and wait for him to find her. She wanted to feel him again, she wanted to be close to him. Even though, right now the smartest option was to move and leave before he could find her.

But she couldn’t move.

The curtains were drawn open, her face now meeting with Akaashi once again. The glass door slid open, Akaashi’s hand moving out to grab onto her wrist tightly, pulling her into the room. He pushed her towards the side, locking the door and shutting the curtains. He couldn’t have anyone seeing the two of them together.

“You haven’t been here in a week. I was starting to think you had gotten bored of me,” Akaashi smiled as he rested the palm of his hand on her cheek.

“My father wanted to spend some time with me, so I’ve been at his mansion for the last week,” she answered.

Seeing him like this, she was able to notice his height. He was tall, taller than her. She had to move her head up, just so she was able to stare into his turquoise coloured eyes.

“You keep coming back. Why is that?” Akaashi asked.

“I have to kill you…”

She has to kill him. That was what she was assigned. But she couldn’t. He had taken her only gun away from her the first time the two met face to face. It was childish of her to keep running back to the same guy she shouldn’t be with.

“You won’t.”

“What do you mean, I won’t?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

“You won’t kill me.”

“Of course, I will. Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

“You’re here right now. You let yourself get caught.”

He wasn’t wrong. This is what her dad meant when he said that Akaashi was smart.

“Y-You…”

Akaashi smirked, leaning forward and pressing his lips onto her own. His lips were soft, but his kiss was strong and filled with passion. Her mind had gone completely blank, unable to focus properly. She returned the kiss, letting him slip his tongue past her lips.

This was wrong.

She pulled her lips from his, her mouth slowly parted as she looked up at him. She wanted him to tell her to stay, so she could get to know him. She wanted to stay. She didn’t want to leave him again. Akaashi had tugged at her heart strings harshly, and now, she didn’t know what to do without him.

“You need to leave. You can’t keep coming back here.”

She felt her heart sink.

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Y/n’s hands flew to his black hair. Her legs began to feel shaky as she came into contact with the back of the bed. Akaashi only pushed her forward, her back now meeting with the soft sheets of the bed

It had been weeks since he first kissed her. Weeks of her sneaking back to his apartment because she desperately needed to see him. It had been the same with Akaashi too. There had been days where he made his way over to her apartment, sitting on her balcony and watching as she fell asleep, making sure she was safe.

Truth was – he didn’t want her to leave.

He knew she wasn’t, as she kept appearing at his apartment. He continued to let her in, as he started to realise, he was falling for her. It was obvious that she was falling for him too; especially with the small blush that would appear onto her face when he would touch her or kiss her.

His hands moved to her wrists, pinning them down tightly onto the bed once more. Akaashi’s lips moved from her lips, down to her neck, sucking on her soft, delicate skin. Soft pants flew from her lips as he found her sweet spot.

His lips began to suck on her collar bone, hands desperately tugging on her black shirt, desperate for the material to come off.

“C-Can I?”

Even though she was from a rival mafia gang, he still wanted to take his time with her. He wanted her to feel safe in his arms.

“Y-Yeah…”

Instantly, he slipped the black shirt from her body, revealing her lace, black bra. It was almost as if she had planned for this exact moment.

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” He smirked, burying his head into her chest.

Akaashi’s hands flew to her back, unclasping her bra. He pulled away, throwing her bra onto the floor where the rest of her clothes lay, discarded somewhere on the wooden floorboards. Her hands flew to cover her breasts from his eyes, but Akaashi only held onto her hands, pinning them back down onto the bed. He noticed the small blush which began to sit on her cheeks, due to her chest being exposed to the boy she was supposed to kill.

This was stupid of her, to be all exposed, needy and wet for him. She had been assigned to go kill him, not sleep with him. It wasn’t her first-time having sex, she wasn’t a virgin, and it wasn’t the first time she and Akaashi had done something sexual. He had fingered her, gone down on her, and she’d even given him a blowjob. However, the two of them had never gone the full way before, and she wanted that to change tonight.

She wanted him to take her and make her his.

Akaashi’s soft lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking lightly. Her head was thrown back against the pillows, her breathing heavy, chest rising and her lips slightly parted. Akaashi switched his attention to her other nipple, a small whine leaving her lips.

“Keep your hands where they are. I don’t want to have to tie you to the headboard.”

She did as she was told. It was funny with how quickly Akaashi could pull her down into submission. His hands unbuttoned her pants, pulling the zipper down, tugging the black material down her legs. He pulled his own shirt off, throwing it to the pile of clothes on the floor, along with her pants. Akaashi pressed soft kisses onto the inside of her thigh, before coming into contact with her matching black, lace panties. He ran his finger along her clothed womanhood, a small moan falling from her lips. She was wet, soaking even.

“You’re soaking for me, baby.”

He slipped her panties down her legs, throwing them to the floor as he spread her legs apart for him. Her legs sat spread wide, her slick evident to his eyes. Akaashi dipped his head down to her womanhood, licking a strip around her folds, collecting her wetness on his tongue. His tongue pushed into her cunt, a louder moan falling from her lips. His lips moved up, sucking on her clit as his fingers toyed with her entrance. From how wet she was, he was able to push two fingers into her cunt. He dragged them along her tight walls, curling them inside which earned a sharp moan to fall from her lips.

Her body was sensitive to Akaashi’s touch. She craved him more than he craved her. Her hips bucked up as he was able to slip another finger inside of her, stretching her out for him. Akaashi’s fingers were long and slim, decorated with beautiful veins which stood out. His fingers hit spots deep inside of her. Her walls clenched tightly around Akaashi’s fingers, moans slipping from her lips as she lost control of her body.

“G-Gonna cum…” her voice was shaky, legs shaking as her climax washed over her like a wave.

Akaashi removed his fingers from her cunt, watching how her cum had coated his fingers. He brought his fingers to his lips, sucking on her cum. He watched as she tried to hide her face from him.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded.

Following orders, she moved onto her knees, watching how Akaashi now set himself up against the bed head, his legs spread as he stroked his clothed boner, “You know what to do.”

She crawled in between his legs, hands moving to unzip his pants, tugging them down his legs, along with his boxers. Her eyes came into contact with his member once again. She threw his clothes to the floor, her mouth moving down to wrap her lips around his length. Akaashi’s hand sat on top of her forehead, helping her take more of him into her mouth. She maintained eye contact with him as she went down on him

“Rub your clit for me, baby. Make yourself cum,” Akaashi moaned out.

She followed orders once again, rubbing her clit. Pleasure spread throughout her body as her wet cunt clenched around nothing. She could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs, her legs shaking as her clit became sensitive. Being sensitive, her climax built up almost quickly, her cum now shooting from her cunt, dripping down her legs and onto Akaashi’s bedsheets.

She felt horrible for ruining his sheets, but her mind was filled with lust and need for him to even consider apologising. Akaashi pulled his length from her lips, watching as drool began to slip from her lips.

Akaashi grabbed onto her hips, lining her up above his erect length. He helped push her down, her walls clenching tightly around his length. He knew she wasn’t a virgin, so he didn’t care much about making sure if it hurt or not. She clenched her eyes shut for a second. He was the biggest she had ever taken. He helped her take all of him in, before pulling her off of him. A small gasp left her lips as she was thrown back down against the bed, her legs being wrapped around Akaashi’s waist as he began to thrust into her.

He took his anger on the mafia out on her, tearing her tight cunt open with every thrust of his hips. The room began to be filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, loud moans falling from her lips as deep groans fell from Akaashi’s. He hated the fact that they were both assigned to kill each other, but they both couldn’t. he couldn’t accept the thought that she had to die, that she had to be killed in order for the Fukurōdani mafia to scare off the Nekoma mafia.

He wanted to be with her. She wanted to be with him.

He loves her. She loves him.

But they can’t be together. They can’t be seen in public. They can’t hang around and hold hands and make love to each other. They were rivals, but they were in love. Rivals in love. Two people who were exact opposites were in love. They were drawn to each other, desperate for each other. They needed each other to survive.

“A-Akaashi… I-I love y-you,” she moaned out without any care in the world.

Akaashi’s heart felt as it had stopped. Did she really just say that?

She wanted to hide the fact that she was in love with him, but now that her mind had been clouded with the feelings of love, passion and lust, she wasn’t able to conceal her feelings towards him.

“I love you too,” he groaned out, fingers moving to rub harsh circles on her clit while his lips moved to suck on her neck.

“C-Cumming… Akaashi.”

“M-Me too.”

The two both climaxed together, Akaashi’s seed shooting inside of her. He began to panic, knowing he didn’t pull out and that he wasn’t sure if she was on birth control or not. He pulled out of her, going to the bathroom to grab a towel as the thought ran through his mind. What the fuck did he just do?

He grabbed the wet towel, cleaning in between her legs.

“You need to go home…” Akaashi mumbled under his breath. He didn’t want her to leave. He wanted her to stay and spend the rest of the night with him, but he knew how dangerous it was for her to stay.

“I don’t want to leave. I want to stay with you! And- I-I don’t think I can walk.”

With the way her soft eyes were looking at him, soft and serious, he couldn’t say no. Instead, Akaashi pulled the bedsheets over her naked body, covering her and himself. Akaashi let his head rest on the pillow, her hands moving to rest on his chest as she curled up to his side, falling into a deep slumber.

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“Hey kitten,” Kuroo smirked.

She was sick and tired of Kuroo now. She wanted to scream and tell him that she’s in love with another boy. That she had sex with another boy and tell him that he needed to leave her alone or she would kill him.

But she couldn’t.

“How’s the mission going, kitten? Actually, killed him yet?” Kuroo smirked.

She wanted to scream. She couldn’t kill him.

“Just leave me alone Kuroo, I don’t want your pity.”

He only chuckled, “Suit yourself, kitten.”

He pushed her up against the wall, hands pinning hers to the cold, wooden wall, “Though, I will make you mine, if you like it or not.”

“You can’t.”

Kuroo tilted his head in confusion.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Someone has already made me theirs,” she smirked.

“That’s bullshit. Everyone in the mafia knows that you’re going to belong to me, and only me. No one would be stupid enough to touch you without my permission. You’re lying!”

It was almost as if Kuroo was trying to convince himself that she still was going to be with him, that she hadn’t been taken by someone who was going to love her more than he ever could.

“Pull the bandage from my neck and look. There is your proof.”

Kuroo tugged the bandage from around her neck. His eyes widened, noticing the dark purple marks which decorated her neck.

“Where the fuck did you get these?”

“From the boy who made me his, Kuroo.”

Kuroo threw the bandage to the floor in anger, “You fucking slut.”

“Correction. His slut,” you chuckled, watching as Kuroo stormed off in anger.

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writers-block246 · 4 years

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Sex with the Batboys Hc

Jason:

* One kinky mf

* I feel like he would be down to experiment with a lot of things (like choking, breath play, handcuffs, etc)

* Honestly, mans probs has a daddy kink

* Nothing that would hurt you tho

* He’s experienced enough pain in his life and doesn’t want to inflict that on you

* He doesn’t mind a little pain, tho (like scratches down his back)

* He can be rough, especially when he’s had a bad day or when the memories become too much for him

* On those days, he’ll pin you against the wall or the bed and fuck you senseless

* He loves to dirty talk, especially during times like these

* “You take my cock so well, Princess”

* “Look at you, being so good for daddy, babygirl”

* “You’re mine”

* He also enjoys eating you out. He likes to get you off at least twice

* He also doesn’t mind switching roles

* He’ll totally be a sub if you want him too (and he likes it)

* Riding him with a hand around his throat is always an experience

* He’s very vocal, too, and he’s not afraid to hide it

* But he is a romantic at heart

* Don’t tell his brothers tho

* So he enjoys soft, meaningful sex, too

* Sometimes he’ll quote Shakespeare in your ear

* Always tells you how beautiful you are

* Dude is huge (like 6’4”)

* Probs has a size kink

* Likes seeing how small you look beneath him

* Also, he’s covered in scars from his nightly activities, so he doesn’t shy away from yours

* Will press kisses against them

* He’s lowkey possessive because sm has been taken from him, so he enjoys leaving hickeys where others can see them

* If someone flirts with you, this possessiveness comes out and he’ll fuck you roughly later that night

* He might even finger you under the table so the person who was flirting with you knows who you belong to

* Jason loves when you beg

* Will go multiple rounds

* Btw bro is hung. Red Hood doesn’t have big dick energy for nothing

* Likes cuddling after sex

* Prefers when you are curled up on his chest with your face in his neck

Dick:

* Dick’s always touchy and flirty, and this transfers over to the bedroom

* He always has his hands on you, no matter what

* He just likes to reassure himself that you’re alive and with him

* Constant flirting, as mentioned above

* “Are you my math homework? Because I wanna slam you down and do you all night long”

* *insert wink*

* “Dick, we are literally having sex rn”

* His cheesy flirtations and jokes never fail to make you laugh

* Lots of fun, giggly sex

* Sex is so easy with him

* He makes you feel so comfortable

* And those pretty baby blue eyes make you want to risk it all

* Mf is also kinky af

* Will try anything once

* Loves handcuffs and blindfolds, and will use toys

* Definitely a bit of an exhibitionist, as he enjoys the spotlight and lives to perform

* Likes to be risky

* Public sex occurs often

* He’s a switch, so he’s down for anything, depending on your mood

* He used to be an acrobat, so his flexibility is amazing

* You have a lot of fun with this knowledge

* You watching how gracefully he can move

* He’s legit so beautiful it hurts

* Hella good stamina

* Dick’s a sweetheart, so he’ll whisper sweet nothings into your ear

* “You’re so beautiful”

* “I love you so much”

* While sex is usually lighthearted, he does like to have meaningful sex, too

* He likes to show you how much you mean to him

* He has a thing for fingering you

* Like Jason, he wants to get you off a few times

* Loves the facial expressions and noises you make

* Encourages you to moan for him

* “That’s it, baby”

* Will kiss you right before you cum

* He likes cumming together

* It makes the experience more special to him

* He’s not huge down there, he’s pretty average actually

* But he knows how to use it

* Love love loves to cuddle after sex

* Will be the big or little spoon he legit doesn’t care

* Likes to play with your hair until you fall asleep

Damian: (aged up obvs)

* Because of his background growing up, he’s very new to the whole dating and affection thing

* As a result, he will constantly ask if you are doing okay or if he needs to stop/change what he’s doing

* He is somewhat nervous at first, but he’s a quick learner so it isn’t long before he has your likes and dislikes memorized

* Once he becomes comfortable and more assured in what he’s doing, he becomes a lot more confident

* His newly found confidence and dark looks quickly get you hot and bothered

* Those beautiful eyes of his become dark and clouded with lust and it’s so sexy

* Will literally go down on you whenever you want

* He’s likes receiving, too, but he’s always gentle when guiding you

* Damian didn’t receive a lot of affection as a child, so he relishes in it during sex

* He loves soft and meaningful sex

* He just enjoys intimacy

* You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and sometimes he has a hard time showing it

* So, sex allows him to show you how much you mean to him

* “You are everything to me, Beloved”

* “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Habibi”

* He likes seeing your face as you two are making love

* He’s constantly watching your expressions to make sure you’re okay

* Will whisper in different languages to you

* He has a tendency to tell you how beautiful you are in Arabic

* Damian always keeps his eyes on yours as he’s thrusting into you

* He will tell you how much he loves you as he cums

* His breathless words always make butterflies erupt in your stomach

* Enjoys leaving lovebites on you (like Jason, he’s got a little bit of a possessive streak)

* He might keep them hidden tho

* He might let you dom him if he really trusts you

* He’s obvs hung, too. I mean he’s pretty much genetically perfect

* This comes with amazing stamina

* When he’s older, he’s hella tall

* Probs around 6’2”

* You like wrapping yourself around him

* He likes that you’re smaller than him so he can curl himself around you

* It makes him feel like he can better protect you this way

* Doesn’t mind cuddling because he likes feeling your skin against his, tho he’ll deny it in public

* He likes to sling an arm around your waist and keep you close

Tim:

* Such a smol bean

* He’s such a sweetheart

* The poor boy works himself to death tho

* So sex is usually a stress reliever for him

* You’ll comb your fingers through his hair to relax him

* He’s not really kinky, but he’ll try stuff if you ask him to

* Tho he does like being called a ‘good boy’ and receiving praise

* He doesn’t mind toys, he’ll just want to discuss them beforehand

* He just likes to please you

* He enjoys giving and receiving

* He’s pretty vocal, tho he gets really embarrassed by it and blushes so prettily

* You’ll purposefully do things to cause him to make noises just to see that beautiful rose color fill his cheeks

* When you praise him, he gets really vocal

* Like Damian, he’ll ask if you’re okay during sex

* He doesn’t want to pressure you into anything

* Sex with him is a mixture of lightheartedness and seriousness

* He’ll press tender kisses to your lips as you guys make love

* He’s hella gentle

* He has a tendency to whisper sweet nothings into your ear

* “I love you more than you’ll ever know”

* “I want you in my life forever”

* Sometimes a mishap occurs tho, and you’ll giggle into each other’s mouths

* Tim will definitely sub

* He actually really enjoys it

* Loves being able to look up at your face when you ride him

* Likes being choked

* He can’t handle when you tease him tho

* Will resort to begging

* He gets shy, but he can’t help himself as he’s so worked up

* It’s like those years of strict bat-training go down the drain when he’s with you

* He just trusts you completely

* The boy never sleeps either, as he’s always so busy with vigilantism and running Wayne Enterprises

* But sex always makes him pass tf out

* (Do you use it to make him sleep? Possibly)

* Like Dick, he’s average down there

* But he makes up for it in skill

* He’s smol so he can be either the big or little spoon

* Just likes to keep you close

* Will nuzzle his face into your neck and press light kisses there

* You’ll fall asleep tightly pressed against each other

-Admin Cheyenne :)

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jinxfirebolt18902 · 3 years

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What are we, then? - JJ Imagine

A/N: I fell hard into a new obsession: JJ Maybanks yes it is. So, I badly wanted to write something but had literally no ideas so I took this prompt list and made a friend choose 2 random numbers. They picked: 9. “we’re not just friends and you know it”

27. “what do you mean maybe? that was a yes or no question”

So yeah. Enjoy some angst.

Words: 2.249

Pairing: JJ x female!reader

—Don’t you fucking dare walk away from me! —JJ shouted after her.

—Watch me, asshole. —she stopped her steps and half turned her body just to give him the middle finger. Her facial expression showed the rage she felt.

Angry outbursts were pretty common between them. They’d known each other since kindergarten, a couple of years before John B came to the picture. So, their relationship was stronger, deeper. They knew each other to the bones. The gang was used to their loud yet harmless fights. JJ was short-tempered, and so was she. At the end, the fact that they shouted their opinions at each other at the moment they felt it was healthier considering they always reconciled half an hour later.

But this time something was different. An event that had happened between them a few days earlier had changed it everything, and nothing would ever be the same. Such event was unknown by the others, and maybe that’s why they were all so confused.

The thing is, for the first time, neither of them were spitting their feelings out. And oh boy it did cause a lot of misunderstandings.

She and JJ decided to shelter from Agatha at John B’s place. It was no news JJ tried to avoid his house as much as possible. She always convinced her parents of letting her go with them as JJ was considered another son and spent a lot of time at hers, and they also wanted their daughter to be a good friend to John B after his dad went missing. Once her throat burned due to her shouting at John B to get his ass out of the ocean in the middle of a hurricane she gave up and waited for them to come back. Luckily JJ found a little sense within his logic and convinced John B of getting out of the water as the storm was way too heavy.

At the Chateau, they cooked some noodles and ate between anecdotes and candles due to the lack of power. Around 3 in the morning Agatha was still blowing, a few cans of beer empty were around the coffee table, she and JJ were sprawled on the sofa bed and John B asleep in his bedroom. The pair was listening to I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing from her phone as they heard the wind and thunder outside. They’d smoked a blunt and were then absorbed in the flame of the candle in front of them.

Her pupils were dilated and she couldn’t feel his eyes on her. Or at least that’s what he thought.

—Staring is rude dude… —She voiced out loud, but softly, in a sleepy state.

He let out a short laugh and then directed his sight to the candle. —You’re so mean to me.

Now it was her turn to laugh. —Yeah, so?

He gently pushed her arm and then let his head fall on her shoulder, his blonde locks tickling her skin. She rested her head on his and closed her eyes but a moment later he looked up and set his eyes on her face, more serious this time. Her eyes locked with his.

—What? —she said in a whisper.

But he was at a loss of words, which didn’t happen often. They just got in a trance where a lot of emotions were in each pair of eyes with a classic love song in the back. At a certain moment his gaze moved down to her lips and his breath stuck in his throat. JJ was never a shy one when it came to girls. His ego, not confidence, always led situations smoothly. But for the first time in his life, he had no clue what he was doing. It’s not like they hadn’t shared alone moments like this before, they always had. The amount of trust between them had no comparison. They were totally sincere with each other, since they’d met there was not a thing they didn’t know about each other.

JJ leaned in and stopped closing the distance just when there were 2 millimeters left to create contact. His blue orbits checked for permission with hers first. She didn’t move at all. He took that as a green light and collided his mouth with hers.

The kiss was soft, and meaningful. Yes, they had a couple of beers running through their veins, and yes also a little of weed into their systems yet they felt like time stopped. It was like the Universe was created for this and only this moment. They felt everything around them vanished. It felt right, just like when you fit the last piece of the puzzle.

The sound of a lightning striking near their location pulled them apart. They shared one more look though this one was loaded with a bit of embarrassment. The moment got kinda awkward and they dealt with it by pretending what happened did not actually happen. She turned around and he cuddled her like they always did.

The next morning John B woke up first, walking from his bedroom to the porch, catching the pair of friends peacefully sleeping in each other’s arms. He ruffled JJ’s hair asking him if he’d been outside yet only earning a groan as a response. Hours later she woke up and went home without talking to her best friend about the intimate moment they’d shared.

A few days later they threw the kegger, there happened strike one. JJ eventually disappeared with a smokin’ hot tourist, which did not go unnoticed by her. She’d seen JJ go from a clumsy kiddo to the sex symbol boy, she’d been there through the beginning to the end of his puberty, she knew better than even bother by his multiple random hookups. Still, after the intense look he had given her before kissing her had left her somewhat overwhelmed. And the fact that they had shared such a passionate moment together days ago made her actually uncomfortable at witnessing JJ get it with some other girl. This was brand new for her, literally she had never been jealous of the blonde. Oh and, one more time, feelings were bottled up.

Strike two took place at The Wreck when the group was in for a fast food meal. They’d gone inside towards their usual table while Kie went to the kitchen. The boys were just sitting when she was approached by Tom, a pogue, with a “Hey, how have you been?” to which she replied with a genuine smile. The boy had had a crush on her since middle school. He was kinda cute, light brown hair, green eyes, a couple of freckles under his eyes and on his nose. And he was nice, a good guy really. Her mom always wanted them to date but she didn’t find the chemistry reciprocated. And JJ had secretly been relieved by that. Not because he wanted her romantically or anything like that but because he dreaded the time she’d got a boyfriend and stopped hanging out with him. Tom asked her to go surfing with him the next day and she agreed, partly because she hadn’t surfed in weeks, and partly because she had bottled her jealousy at the kegger and kind of wanted to hit it back to JJ, as she was completely aware of how JJ felt towards Tom. Through the corner of her eye she caught JJ’s irritable gesture when she accepted the invitation.

A week after the secret kiss, the gang was at John B’s hanging out. By now, the tension between the two was clear to everyone, and their friends knew an explosion was coming soon. They weren’t teasing the hell out of each other as they usually did. They weren’t sitting next to each other in the boat as they usually did. And they also were hitting each other every chance they got, like when she had smacked his head from behind in the afternoon that same day when they were at the beach and the blonde was flirting with a girl, ruining their moment. Or when she was going to the fridge to seek for a beer can and he was coming out of it and shove his elbow into her arm, earning a gasp and a scowl.

—Yo! What is your problem dude? —her voice denoted she was at the edge which only pleased the blonde even more making him smile.

Kie and John B shared a look as Pope sighed resignedly foreseeing what was coming.

—Maybe the fact that you ruined my moment today.

She scoffed and walked past him rolling her eyes. —Yeah, sure. Cause you have so much trouble slutting around with everything that walks.

—Uhhh, excuse me. Do you have a problem with it?

Their friends sighed and walked out to the porch in order to give them space and to be honest, they were not in the mood to witness another of their fights so they rather stargaze outside while the two sorted it out.

—Oh no, be my guest bro. I’m just sayin’ why do you call me out on “ruining your moment” when you can have “your moments” whenever you want.

He smiled sarcastically and looked down at the floor before lifting up his gaze to her. —You’ve been a pain in the ass the whole week, you are the one with a problem obviously.

—I am not. I’ve been the pain in the ass? Are you sure? Cause someone else comes to my mind. —she rolled her eyes and exhaled loudly as she let herself fall on the couch and took a sip of her drink.

—You’re unbelievable.—Did you mean it?

He looked at her in confusion. —What?

—You know what. Did you mean it?

He shrugged his shoulders and looked down to hide the light blush of his cheeks. —Maybe.

Strike three, you’re out.

—Maybe? What do you mean maybe? That was a yes or no question.

—I-I don’t know —his hand went to grab his hair. —Maybe.

—Forget it. —she stood up and he freaked out.

—What? Are you in your period or something?

That’s when she stormed off the Chateau fuming.

The sound of the slammed door got the other three’s attention, turning their heads to look at the person walking away.

—Don’t you fucking dare walk away from me! —JJ shouted after her.

—Watch me, asshole. —she stopped her steps and half turned her body just to give him the middle finger. Her facial expression showed the rage she felt.

After a few minutes John B, Pope and Kiara all got up and went inside to find JJ standing in the middle of the room with a hand grabbing his hair and with the other holding a beer, looking down at an invisible point on the floor.

—What did you do? —Kie asked him with furrowed eyebrows.

JJ grimaced and sighed. —I might have said the period line… —Kie let her head fall backwards and took a deep breath. —Of course you did…

—That’s just a dick move. Anyway, what is going on between you two? You’ve been annoying all week. —John B voiced.

But he only closed his eyes and breathed out heavily.

Hours later the surfer skated all the way to her house. He threw some rocks at her window to wake her but after a few minutes nothing happened, then he noticed a shadow on the roof, next to one of the windows of the big house. He climbed up and jumped from the tree to the roof, a few feet away from her. She was hugging her knees and staring right ahead with her chin resting on her arms. There were no signs of remaining anger, just plain tiredness, and a touch of sadness. He caught that in her eyes, he knew her so well, and it made his heart sunk to know he had caused it. He cleared his throat and dried his palms on his shorts. He felt nervous and it caused his hands to sweat.

—I’m sorry.

She blinked slowly but kept her gaze set ahead. He felt ashamed by his behaviour.

—We’re not just friends and you know it. —now he did get her attention.

She just smiled and rolled her eyes changing her pose, resting her palms on the roof and leaning her core weight on them.

—What are we exactly, then..? —she was teasing him and he smiled sweetly. He nudged her and they both laughed. A second later he looked down and bit his lip deep in thought. She turned her head to look at him.

—You’re everything to me. —he said quietly, still not daring to lift his sight. —I never want to lose you. —he said with an expression of pain on his beautiful face. She furrowed her brows and hugged him. —You never will, idiot. Have I ever given up on you? —she whispered near his cheek due to the hug. His eyes filled with forbidden tears. He nodded no with his head as he didn't trust his voice. Her smile grew wider and she kissed his cheek softly. —See? I’m always there with you. Every day, every week, every year. You’re not getting rid of me that easily. —he half laughed half sobbed and immediately cleaned the tears forcefully with the back of his hand. She held him tighter and he put his head on her.

—So, I guess the answer is yes, I meant it.

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theobxhummingbird · 4 years

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Not so sneaky. -Luke Patterson x Reader.

Summary: Luke’s shirts go missing, and rushed Y/N seemed to know where they are.

A/N: Anonymous asked about an imagine with reader stealing Luke’s clothes, then wears them, and Alex realizes, so here it is. Enjoy it readers.😀😀😀

It had become a habit, to always sneak one shirt, every time Y/N comes to Luke’s house. Or it simply doesn’t have to be his house; the studio where Sunset Curve performed, always had Luke’s shirts he left behind. And, normally, he was getting very confused on where they disappeared. He knew exactly where his stuff is placed and he never had a problem with losing his belongings. But it frightened him, that they might’ve got stolen. Though, Alex’s sister, didn’t really refer to it as stealing, more as a friendly borrowing. She had imagined herself in his shirts, or him giving her one since forever, due to the years of having a crush on him. Her and Luke were connected because of the band, since both her and Alex play in it; well actually, Alex does, but Y/N comes as Luke’s back vocals. Though she never dared to wear them in public, she still wore them to sleep, or when she was only in the walls of her room.

-Are you going to rehearsal today? –her mum popped her head in the room.

-Rehearsal! –her figure straightened up from the bed, at the realization that she’s late. –Mum---damn it, Alex will kill me.

-Slow down my child, he just left.

-Then---why---didn’t---he tell me he’s going? –she barely even put her socks on right.

-I don’t know, and am definitely not going to interfere in any of your arguments. Dad and I need to watch the news. –she blew her a kiss, and disappeared from the door.

-What type of remote couple are you jeez? Watching news at the age of 40. –she said, and threw on whichever shirt came to her hand first. And she thought it was just a plain white T-shirt, not knowing it’s Luke’s. She quickly took her bike from the garage, and was off to rehearsal. Y/N had never been so late to something, always avoiding getting into any type of argument with her brother, who hated people being late. Though the others could wait, he was a tough rock to deal with.

-I’m here. –she jumped in the room, and shut the door behind her, -I’m so sorry I’m late, mum reminded me of rehearsal. For else my brother didn’t even care about me.

-You’re 17 Y/N and mature enough for your own meetings. If you blame me for your own inabilities, then you better leave the band. Or, get yourself an alarm clock. –he said from behind the drums.

-Yeah I don’t need one, I have you; you never shut up. –she took her guitar and got behind the microphone.

-Oooh, slow burn; she roasted-. –said Reggie, but stopped getting fluttered when a glare from Alex shut him. –Yeah, that look says everything, I better not interfere in the sibling fight.

-Nice shirt. –said Luke, placing the microphone next to hers. Her eyes darted at her stomach, to only realize that she should never rush things, even if she’s very late. Alex heard Luke, and was going to later analyze the entire thing, but for now, they needed to focus on playing.

-Hey, Y/N, -he said, while they were on an eating break, -is that shirt new?

-Y-yeah, yeah it is. I bought it yesterday. –she cleared her cough, but could see from the corner of her eye, that Luke was hardly holding back a laugh.

-Luke, didn’t you have the same shirt? I think I remember well.

-I don’t know. Maybe. –he smirked, and continued stuffing his mouth with fries. Y/N started to fan herself with her hand, pulling the collar of the shirt because she couldn’t breathe.

-Or is that your shirt?

Y/N was now choking on her water. Luke tapped her back, and when she stabilized herself finally, there was an answer,

-Why would I take Luke’s shirts? Are you crazy? I don’t take clothes from you, then why would I from Luke?

-That’s because I don’t let your stinky nose mess through my stuff, Y/N.

-Ha Ha Ha. It’s like I want to wear your clothes.

She was sinking in embarrassment, and Luke was having fun with it. He realized there was something up with her for a long time, but it took him a few of her weird actions, to prove to himself, that Y/N might have a little crush on him. Not that he didn’t; she was a nice, fun, smart and a talented person, but he never thought about them dating, because Alex was his very close friend. Though girls like girls, always planning their wedding from the moment they catch feelings for a guy, and Y/N was no different of course. Like every normal teenage girl, she sometimes thought about the feeling of being in a young relationship.

Alex didn’t seem to be persuaded by her words though, he took his pen from the music journal, as if he’s going to write something, and secretly marked a line on Luke’s shirt. He didn’t know if she’s going to take it later, but really hoped she will, so he could write a conclusion in his head, that his sister and Luke are dating in secret. Or at least, that’s what he thought.

Y/N rocked the high notes, and it left everyone to only praise her. Luke was mind blown, and sometimes came to her microphone, so they could sing together, which made Alex way madder, that he threw one of his drumsticks and it hit Luke right in the head.

-Dude, -he held his head, -why did you do that?

-There was a big bug on your head, god knows what it can do to you. I saved your life, unthankful.

-Wait, I’ll go find some ice. –said Y/N, dropping the guitar at the stand, and jumping off stage.

-Ice, ice baby. –Reggie started to sing. –Ice, Ice baby. Alright stop, collaborate and listen Y/N is back with a brand new ice pack-

- Oh my god, shut your cassette tape of a mouth, -he said to Reggie and turned to Y/N, - Hey! He can get it himself.

-You hit him in the head, and it sounded as if you hit a pumpkin bro, I’ll help him.

-I’LL help him. You stay on your place. –he got all sassy, and when he left the room, the only thing that came to his head was a coca cola can from the freezer in their studio. And that’s what he came back with.

-I got hot even from the hit. –Luke slipped his hands under his shirt, and took it off, tossing it on his backpack. Staying shirtless next to her, and even touching his knee to hers, made Y/N turn into a red traffic light. Alex observed the entire thing, and she tried not to be obvious, though even Reggie and Bobby were aware of everything. -Yeah---we’re going home. Come on Reggie. –said Bobby, and said bye to the boys with their handshakes, as well as Reggie

.-I’m going to get my backpack, and then we’re leaving. –said Alex, and went to the little couch they had, to pack away his stuff. Y/N went to the bathroom quickly before they leave, and Luke had a crazy idea of shoving his shirt into hers without her or Alex knowing. It was really fun to him, to see her wearing his clothes, and now it was obvious where they disappeared.

-Come on Y/N, let’s get home before mum starts to panic and look for us with a whole police crew. –said Alex, when Y/N settled her backpack on her back. –Bye Patterson.

-Bye, Alex, bye Y/N

.-Bye Luke. –she didn’t even meet his eyes, and just followed her jealous brother out the door.

It ticked in him, the whole night, trying to know if she took his shirt. But it was really hard to know if she did, when there was music blasting at midnight as she tried to clean her room. He couldn’t wait anymore, impatiently tapping the floor with one foot. His parents were going to sleep, and warned her about putting headphones on, and she followed their order. Which for Alex, seemed like a great opportunity. He sneaked into her room, and even crawled to her backpack, and unzipped it, revealing what he was looking for. The same shirt Luke wore at rehearsal. The sound of the vacuum cleaner was filling the room, making her not hear a thing even more. He stumped his foot on the off button, and turned it off, as she still continued vacuuming.

-What is wrong with this? –she took her headphones off. –Oh, was my room that dirty that something got stuck?

-Maybe a shirt got stuck, take a good look. –he said from behind her, which made her jump.

-Youuuu-ALEX! Stop coming in my room without permi-

-wHy WoUlD I WeAr LuKe’S sHiRt? –he mocked her.

-Okay, I didn’t put that there. It’s really the first time I’m seeing it in my bag

.-I don’t believe you.

-I was in the bathroom, and when I came back we left. You were watching me the whole time.

-Nah huh, I don’t believe you. –he tossed the shirt, as it landed on her face.

-Whatever, I’m telling the truth.

-You lied earlier, though.

-Yes, I did. It was Luke’s shirt, okay? I took it because I was cold.

-I can’t even imagine the collection of his things you have put in a box in your closet. “I’m never washing this” “I’ll put it in a glass box so it never loses its scent”

-Get out already. –she took a cushion and threw it his way, but Alex was gone, so she missed him. –You’ll see Luke Patterson.

She opened the doors of her closet, and stuffed every single clothing she owned from Luke, and left her house, with a text message to Luke himself, to wait for her in the park near his home. Luke got excited. He spritzed some perfume, as well got dressed into some fresh clothes; fixed his hair, thinking Y/N will confess her feelings. But she didn’t know the facial expression that stormed her off the house, after getting annoyed at Alex.

-Hey…-he said with a wide smile, but his face dropped when she threw the backpack against his chest

.-These are all your clothes that I’ve borrowed from you. Take them all, and don’t worry they are washed.

-You didn’t have to do this-

-Yes I had to. I don’t want to be the reason behind you and my brother getting into a fight, because of a shirt I never put into my backpack today.

-Yeah---sorry---I did it. But only because it made me happy to see you wearing my clothes.

-Then I won’t be doing that anymore. I have my own.

-You really didn’t need to call me here to only give me my clothes. Or is there another reason why you’re here? –his chest arose in hope, and it dropped, waiting to hear the three words.

-No…there isn’t. I came here to ONLY give you the clothes, and go home.

-Okay, -he drew circles with his foot, -then I guess it’s all up to me.

-Wha- she couldn’t even say it properly, because he caught her face and pulled it towards his, attaching their lips together. It felt like Christmas, or New Year fireworks lit up in her. It was like being reborn or, nailing a high note. Those feelings all at once took a hold of her, and she couldn’t feel the tips of her fingers that didn’t know where to position in the moment, of how confused she was. Luke on the other hand, seemed like a professional in the whole thing. When they split apart, he placed the backpack on her back, as well as a few kisses to her cheeks. For a final, he pinched her nose, and intertwined their hands together.

-Come on crazy, I’ll walk you home. I don’t care if Alex gets mad, I love you and it’s all that matters.

-I-I don’t know what to say. –she still couldn’t proceed the situation. But she was walking; that she was aware of.

-Come on gorgeous, I know our feelings are mutual. It’s obvious. You love me too.

-Not---that---it’s not---true.

-Hah, I knew it, go on. –he was happily acting like a little kid.

-Okay…I like you, a lot. A lot, a lot, and it’s the reason I’ve been so weird with you lately. -I knew it Y/N, just didn’t want to rush you into it, because I could really even think about dating you because of Alex. But know if I think wisely, Alex doesn’t matter because it’s our relationship.

-Oh how he will matter when a drumstick comes flying your way.

-Uff, -he rubbed the place, -it still hurts you know?

-Awww, c’mere. –she pulled his hand, and placed a kiss to the place Alex threw the drumstick.-It’s nice to know I’ll have you around from now on.

-Yeah to secretly sneak shirts in my backpack, and then my brother arguing with me forever. It’s nice for you of course.

-At least one of us is having fun. –he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and squeezed her into him.

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youre-in-the-psycho-circus · 3 years

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The Game | 1 | Joe Mazzello

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,969

Summery: When Joe visits Ben in London and they’re sent a round of drinks from a pair of girls at a pub, Joe is ready to play a game of love

A/N: Want to end up with Ben instead? Want to fill in a few of the gaps? Read the story from Ben’s point of view here ----> Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy | 1 | Ben Hardy

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“Thank you for flying with American Airlines, enjoy your stay here in London or if you are continuing on from here, we wish you a safe rest of your journey. We hope to see you again!” The stewardess’s voice came over the speaker as Joe’s plane, after seven long hours finally touched down in England.

“Finally.” Joe breathed a sigh of relief as the plane wove its way around the tarmac until it finally made its way to the gate. Joe was absolutely exhausted from his long hours of work, and many hours traveling, but he was looking forward to finally seeing the real-life version of his good friend Ben Hardy once again. As much as he loved Ben Cardy, Cardie B, or whatever the fanbase was currently calling the cardboard cut-out they had introduced to the world on the Japan press tour for ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, he wasn’t at all a good enough substitute for the real, living, breathing deal. In any case, the two former co-stars hadn’t seen each other in person in well over a year, it was a long overdue reuniting in the American’s mind. The auburn-haired actor quickly pulled his carry on out of the overhead storage as they were allowed to disembark from the plane, absolutely desperate to stretch his legs and breathe in the fresh English air. “Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee…” Joe mumbled to himself, in a sleepy haze as he wove his way through the long hallways of Heathrow on his way to border security. He was thankful to be on one of the first flights in that morning, so he was able to quickly get through and on his way to baggage claim. As Joe walked out of customs, into the arrivals waiting area, he scanned the crowd for his blonde friend.

Joe smirked seeing him leaning against a nearby column next to, thankfully, a Costa Coffee. As the American approached the Brit, he watched with a furrowed brow as the blonde’s facial expression slowly changed from one of joy to one of confusion, to finally sadness as he glanced intently at his phone. He must’ve just received some unfavourable news, nothing serious he hoped. Ben’s brow only furrowed further as he hastily typed out a response before pinching the bridge of his nose breathing out in annoyance. Clearly something wasn’t going quite the way he wanted. “Geez, try not to look so depressed Ben, I’m here now.” Joe’s spoke, pulling the blonde out of his trance and out of the digital world. Ben looked up to see his friend standing before him. The American smirked, watching as a smirk overtook Ben’s features replacing the previously distraught look as he realised his friend had finally arrived. Whatever had soured the blonde’s mood in the last few seconds was far gone as Joe stopped his suitcases, stretching his arms out as he looked up at the ceiling, trying to appear dramatic. “I have arrived.”

“About damn time if you ask me.” Ben smirked, offering his friend a one-armed bro hug. “Great to see you again, mate.”

“You too.” Joe chuckled, before he grabbed Ben, placing a hand on either side of his face. “Don’t you dare leave me again, you hear me?”

Ben chuckled, pushing Joe off of himself. “Well lucky for you I brought the handcuffs.” Ben winked cheekily.

“Ooo, someone’s horny this morning.” Joe laughed deciding to escalate the situation further. It had been so long since they were able to mess with each other like this in person, he wasn’t going to waste any opportunity that presented itself. “Couldn’t satisfy your morning wood on your own?”

They laughed wholeheartedly as Ben moved to grab Joe’s main bag. “My car’s out in the carpark, shall we?”

“Coffee first.” Joe completely ignored the blonde before heading into the Costa. As the pair made their way out to Ben’s car, Joe couldn’t help but notice how down Ben still seemed. It was completely out of character for him, usually he was so energetic and had a plucky, upbeat attitude, but not this morning. He hadn’t even wanted coffee when Joe had offered to buy him one. “You alright? You seem a lot more down than usual.”

“Ah, it’s nothing…” The blonde tried to wave him off. “Just life, you know?”

“Not in the slightest, but that could be the thirty-six hours of non-stop travel talking.” Joe shrugged, taking a long sip of his coffee. “That’s some good hot Joe right there.”

“I’ll say.” Ben winked cheekily.

Later that night, Ben and Joe sat across from each other at a pub not too far from Ben’s flat. It was a cool little place, decked out in neon and had an old school rock ‘n roll vibe to it. Even with the rock ‘n roll music pouring out of every speaker, it still managed to have a very warm, inviting feeling. Joe was deep into a story surrounding his latest blunder of a project he had just come off of. Somehow, he had misread the contract and didn’t realise that he would be having work with live animals, let alone hold them for eight hours a day. As much as he liked animals, they were a bit intimidating to work with at times, they had minds of their own, ones he wasn’t exactly sure how they worked. Joe couldn’t help but notice Ben’s eyes as they glued themselves to something behind him near the door to the pub. He raised an eyebrow but continued telling his story anyway, but Joe too found himself getting distracted as two girls, one with a (Your Friend’s Favourite Colour (Y/F/F/C)) flowy blouse and the other with (h/l) (h/c) flowing locks and the most form fitting (Your favourite colour (Y/F/C)) top the American had ever seen passed their table. It showed off all of her assets, as did the coated skinny jeans she wore. Joe found his eyes trained to her bum as she swayed her hips seductively as the pair of them made their way over to the only remaining table in the corner. He watched as they sat down, and Joe caught sight of the girl’s face for the first time. He felt his breath hitch in his throat. She was absolutely gorgeous; he couldn’t believe it. “So then I told my agent if I ever had to work with ducks again it’d be too soon.” The American laughed as he took a swig of his pint trying to play it cool and stay in the moment, last thing he needed was to ditch Ben for a girl when clearly something was bugging him.

“Yeah?” Ben smirked. “That’s great mate.”

“You weren’t listening at all were you?” Joe asked in mock hurt. “Really Ben, I could expect this kind of crap from Gwil, but not from you!” He accused, making the Brit roll his eyes. “Did it have anything to do with those two girls that just sat down in the corner because wow! They’re stunning. Especially the one in (Y/F/C).” Joe smirked before whistling low. The things he would do to her if given the opportunity.

“I’m rather partial to the one in (Y/F/F/C) myself.” Ben shrugged, taking a sip of his pint.

“Well at least we’re in agreement over who gets who later on.” Joe chuckled. Maybe he had a chance with this girl after all, especially if his young companion fancied her friend. They could easily be the other’s wingman and still end up with the one they wanted. Sure, the auburn-haired actor was a little out of practice, but flirting, the whole dating game, it was like riding a bike, once you did it a few times you never forgot how to do it. “We could buy them a couple of drinks, invite them over, it’ll be a good time.”

“I don’t know about that, mate. Maybe not the best idea…”

“What are you talking about, of course it’s a good idea!” The very idea that Ben would suggest that trying to impress two girls was a bad idea was absolute blasphemy to Joe. It was part of the Bro code you had to be a wingman if the other needed it.

“You don’t think that’s coming on a bit strong?”

“Jesus, I have so much to teach you...now listen here you British heart-throb…”

Meanwhile at the table in the corner (Y/F/N) and (Y/N) had just put in an order for some pub food and a couple of pints. (Y/N)’s eyes scanned over the tables of the crowded pub before landing on an auburn-haired man seated across a table from a blonde who had his back to them. She smirked seeing he had his eyes locked on her for a moment before focusing once again on his friend. He was attractive and he had begun the game, all she had to do was play along with it, her heart had already decided she would from a single look. “Don’t look now, but there’s a really hot guy over there…” (Y/N) leaned over the table to speak to her best friend a bit quieter to keep from prying ears before pointing over at the table containing the pair she was talking about.

(Y/N) watched as (Y/F/N)’s face slowly turned red with blush as she turned her gaze over to where the guy was sat with his blonde friend. “Which one, the blonde or his friend…?” (Y/N) asked hesitantly.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes slightly, a smirk on her lips. She knew (Y/F/N) knew her type, the fact that she would even suggest the blonde was her type was honestly laughable. “The auburn haired one of course! Something about those stormy eyes of his, oof.”

“I know what you mean...he’s quite attractive.” (Y/F/N) admitted turning her gaze back to (Y/N). “So, you going to go for him? Leave me alone yet again tonight?” She teased lightly. (Y/N) knew (Y/F/N) loved her to pieces, but when (Y/N) got someone she wanted in her sight, she’d stop at nothing to get that guy, especially this one. This was her life, and this time she wouldn’t play hard to get, she’d do whatever it took to get him into her life.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure a good-looking guy like that, his blonde friend there has to be just as good as him.” (Y/N) giggled softly, raising a knowing brow at her friend across the table.

“Oh, he was…�� (Y/F/N) trailed off, a hit of blush covering her cheeks as she looked down bashfully.

“Ooooo, is that a hint of blush I see? Somebody’s smitten.”

“Oh, give me a break, (Y/N). It’s just looks, it’s what’s inside that counts.”

“True as that may be, we’re in agreement that the outside looks are a bonus?”

“Oh, one hundred percent.” (Y/F/N) bit the inside of her lip, eyes flicking back over to the table containing the two guys. (Y/N) watched as she could visibly see the gears turning in (Y/F/N)’s head an idea popping into her head before she turned to look at her again. “What if we sent them a couple of shots.”

(Y/N) smirked softly, sitting up a bit more in surprise. Had she finally rubbed off on her friend for the better? This was completely out of character for her. “Well, well, well look who’s suddenly being bold.”

“Well I...you know...I just...is that something girls do? I mean usually it’s the other way around, and I don’t want to challenge their masculinity and all that…”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes looking at (Y/F/N) with a knowing glance. “(Y/N) it’s the twenty-first century, I’m pretty sure we can do whatever the hell we want. But I’ll let you decide if we do it.”

“Why me?”

“Because you need to be more spontaneous.” She smirked.

“Alright Harry Bright, whatever you say.” (Y/F/N) giggled, reaching for her handbag before pulling out a £1 coin. “We’ll leave it up to the gods of fate, heads we send them drinks, tails we don’t.”

Back at Joe and Ben’s table, Joe had just finished explaining to Ben why he needed to take more risks in life. A strange silence had fallen over the pair prompting Joe to take out his phone to acknowledge a text from Gwil in their WhatsApp group chat.

Joe: So, what time you coming over then Gwil? 😉😏

Gwil: You wish

Joe: [Sent Photo containing Ben kissing Joe’s forehead]

Gwil: [Sent Photo of himself with a pissed off look giving them the finger]

Joe laughed seeing Gwilym’s response as Ben’s voice pulled him back to reality. “Joe...can I ask you something?” Ben mumbled not looking up from his pint.

The American put his phone face down on the table before proceeding with his response. “I thought, you’d never ask! Yes, Ben, I will marry you!!!” The American jokingly cheered, throwing his arms around the blonde Brit across the table.

Ben rolled his eyes and sighed solemnly. “I’m being serious mate…”

“You alright?” Joe raised a brow, his concern beginning to grow. Whatever had happened earlier, it definitely wasn’t good.

“Is...is there something wrong with me?”

“Well, you’re too pretty for your damn good for a start.” Joe chuckled but his smile faded seeing Ben cast his eyes down at his barely touched drink, maybe now wasn’t the time for jokes. This was obviously a lot more serious than he originally thought. “I don’t follow.”

The blonde sighed heavily taking a long swig of his Jack and coke. “I’m thirty. I’ve been in one serious relationship, one I honestly thought was going to be it, and ever since she left me, I just...I can’t seem to get and keep a girlfriend!”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it, dude.”

“I’m beginning to think I might be undatable.”

“Alright now that’s so not true. Hell, if I were a girl, I’d date you no questions asked.”

“Gee, thanks”

“I’m being serious dude. Some of the things you’ve told me you’ve done for your past dates and girlfriends; you give the rest of us guys a bad name. You’re such a romantic. You wear your heart on your sleeve and it’s the most wholesome thing.”

“That’s just the point, I feel like I’m putting it all out there and I’m not getting anything in return. They like me for EastEnders, for my body…” He trailed off, sighing softly looking back down. “They don’t like Ben Jones...they like Ben Hardy.”

Joe paused a moment seeing how distraught the blonde across from him was. Did Ben genuinely think he wasn’t ever going to be good enough for any girl? How utterly absurd, he was such a catch. Joe would give his left arm to be half as good as the blonde across from him. The older actor sighed and rolled his eyes. “The right girl for you is going to come around one day, bro. And it’s going to be sooner than you think.” As if on cue, a waitress came by and set two shots of Jack Daniels in front of the actors. “We didn’t order that.”

“Oh, I know, these are from the two girls at the corner table there. Two shots of Jack Daniel’s for the blonde and his friend.” She pointed at the table with the pair of girls that passed earlier. They were engrossed in their own conversation watching them out of the corner of their eyes. Seeing the waitress at their table they turned their full attention over to the two actors, watching intently for what their reaction might be. Ben and Joe turned their glances to see who she was talking about. Joe smirked making eye contact with the girl in the (Y/F/C) colour top as Ben smirked softly, locking eyes with the other. Joe watched as her friend blushed heavily before putting her head down in her arms while the (H/C) one he fancied laughed, winking confidently at Joe before she too turned back to her friend who was still trying to make herself invisible. Joe liked a girl with confidence and clearly, she had a lot of it. “Enjoy lads.” The waitress smiled before walking off.

“Well then, would you look at that.” Joe smirked, picking up his shot with a chuckle. “Looks like they beat us to it then. Normally it’s the other way around, I admire their boldness.”

“I’ve never had this happen to me before.” Ben chuckled, picking up his shot as a wide smile spread across his face.

“You’ve never had someone offer to buy you a drink before?” Joe asked as his eyes flicked back over to the girls.

“No, I’ve had dates offer to pay for a round or their own share of the date, I just mean I’ve never had someone send me a drink from across the pub before.” He chuckled as Joe hit his arm. “This is a new experience for me.”

“They’re looking over here, quick, raise your shot at them to thank them.” Joe commanded, the blonde turning around as told. Joe stared down the one in (Y/F/C), seemingly asserting his ‘dominance’ but the female didn’t back down. She stared back with just as heavily of an intensity. The American smirked looking back to Ben as he turned around. The two actors clinked their glasses together before downing the shots each groaning happily at the taste. “Oh, we for sure have to go talk to them now!” Joe cheered. “After all, they bought us drinks, and that was some top shelf stuff!”

“No way, mate, not me.” Ben chuckled leaning back in his seat.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, I’m just…” He sighed happily, in a slight daze. “I’m just so flattered, you know. Something like this doesn’t happen to a guy like me, it’s almost always the other way around you know?”

“All the more reason to go talk to them!”

“I wouldn’t even know what to say if I did go over. You go thank them; I’ll sit this one out mate.”

Joe shrugged, picking up his pint as he stood up. “Your loss dude, but there are two of them.” Joe made his way across the pub, eyes locked on the two girls as he approached their table. Their happy chatter slowly died down as he walked up next to their table, a smirk on lips of the one in (Y/F/F/C) as she knowingly looked at her friend in the (Y/F/C) top. “I just wanted to come over and say on behalf of myself and my friend, thanks for the drinks.” Joe smirked.

“Oh, you’re very welcome.” The one in (Y/F/C) smiled brightly. “It was actually her idea.” She said pointing across the table to her friend who smiled sheepishly.

“Well actually it was the coin’s idea.” She giggled a bit awkwardly. “I wasn’t sure if was a thing that girls did and I... you know...I just...yeah…”

“And I convinced her she needed to be more spontaneous, so here we are.” The one in (Y/F/C) chuckled.

“What a coincidence, I was doing the same for my friend earlier.” Joe chuckled softly. “Well, I’m Joe.”

“Nice to meet you.” The one in (Y/F/C) smiled. “I’m (Y/N).”

“(Y/F/N).” The other nodded toward him.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” Joe smiled, eyes connecting with (Y/N). She had been gorgeous from a far, but up close, she was a work of art, a masterpiece even. Her (e/c) irises glittered brightly in the low light of the pub. He wanted so desperately to run his fingers through her (h/l) (h/c) locks. Then her lips, god he could just imagine what they must feel like pressed up against his own, let alone what they must taste like.

“Why...why didn’t your friend come over…?” (Y/F/N) asked a bit disheartened as her eyes flicked over to the back of the blonde’s head.

“Oh, he can get a bit shy sometimes, I’ll get another drink in him and I’m sure he’ll come around.” Joe chuckled again. “So, uh, whatchya guy’s drinking, we’ll send you a couple of drinks back.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.” (Y/F/N) tried to wave him off.

“(Y/F/N), (Y/F/N), if this lovely gentleman and his friend want to be so kind as to buy us drinks, who are we to deny them their pleasure?” (Y/N) winked at the auburn-haired man before her. “I’m having a (Your Favourite Drink).”

“Alright, well uh...a (Your Friend’s Favourite Drink) then I guess.” (Y/F/N) smirked bashfully.

“Sounds good to me.” Joe smirked before turning to (Y/N) as he pulled his phone from his pocket. “And uh, in case there’s a problem with the drinks, perhaps I can get your phone number?”

“Wouldn’t I have to have yours then?”

“Well, that’s just a given.” Joe chuckled, placing the phone down in front of her. (Y/N) quickly typed in her name and number before handing the device back to the actor. “I’ll shoot you a text.” He winked. “I better get back over to my friend, (Your Favourite Drink) and (Your Friend’s Favourite Drink), yeah?” They both nodded confirming his knowledge. “Alright, see you in a bit.” Joe smirked turning back toward the table containing Ben as he shot (Y/N) a text. He plopped himself back down in the seat across from the blonde. The American had a wide smile covering his features as he waved over the waitress. “I’m assuming it went alright then?”

“Better than alright, I got the one in the (Y/F/C) top’s phone number.” Joe smirked as the waitress came over.

“What can I get for you lads?” She asked.

“Yeah, could we send a (Your Favourite Drink) and (Your Friend’s Favourite Drink) over to those two girls in the corner over there.” Joe asked, thanking the waitress as she nodded and walked off. “You really should’ve come over. (Y/N)’s friend there seemed a bit disheartened that you didn’t come over too.”

“I would’ve just made a fool of myself, mate. Trust me when I say that it’s better that I didn’t.” Ben sighed. The pair continued to drink for a bit and talk about their various projects when Joe smirked softly, sitting up a bit straighter in his seat as he saw the girls standing up from their table. “What’s the matter with you? The blonde asked, raising an eyebrow.

“The girls are coming this way.” Joe informed him nonchalantly sipping on his drink as they approached the table. “Ladies.” He smirked.

“Hi!” They both greeted them as they stood next to their table.

“Thank you for the drinks!” (Y/N) smiled, pushing (Y/F/N) a little closer toward the blonde actor who was looking her up and down.

“Ah it’s no problem really! We were happy to do it!” Joe waved them off. “This is Ben by the way.”

“Hi nice to meet you.” Ben smiled brightly, at (Y/F/N) in particular.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N).” (Y/N) waved before nudging (Y/F/N) a bit when she hesitated too long to answer.

“(Y/F/N).” She blushed softly, looking down bashfully.

“Are you two leaving?” Ben asked, smirking softly at (Y/F/N)’s shyness.

“Yeah, we were thinking of hitting up another pub not too far from here. We were wondering if you guys might like to join us.” (Y/N) smiled, looking at Joe in particular fluttering her eyelashes at him. She was determined to win the game they had started with each other from across the pub. Joe kept eye contact with her, not one to back down from the challenge she was presenting him with.

The blonde looked to his American friend with a smirk and shrug. “I’m game if you are.”

Joe, eyes not leaving the (h/c) female before him responded with a smirk. “Who am I to deny the request of a lovely lady.” Joe winked at (Y/N) as he and Ben threw the remainder of their drinks back. This night was about to get interesting.

Part 2

A/N: you definitely don’t need to read Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy | 1 | Ben Hardy to understand this but it does give more pieces to the puzzle like what we’re the girls talking about prior to Joe coming over and more texting conversations with Gwil. Both stories will be updated simultaneously for this reason

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captainillogical · 4 years

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Home Ch.1

The domesticity of living with an alien who hasn't quite had the chance at a normal life.

Distant Lands sequel.

Spinel/Reader

collab with my lovely wife @firstofficertightpants

thanks for still reading my shit, love you all

You slam the fridge door, taking a swig out of the bottle of water in your hands that you had just grabbed from the top shelf. It’s hot as hell out this afternoon, and you’ve just finished grabbing the last of your stray belongings to move across town.

“-and you need to make sure to keep your phone on, I’ll be sending you calendar updates to your current schedule. Things have been moved around twice for next week, so expect your lesson times to change again.”

“I appreciate all this Pearl, but you’re acting like I’m moving farther than 5 miles and a single warp away.” You say to the gem lecturing you off a list she’s made on her phone.

“I just like to be sure.” Pearl narrows her eyes at you slightly. “I know you’re capable of handling things on your own, I just worry.”

“You fret like you’re my mom.” You retort with an eye roll, taking another sip of water. Garnet grins at that, leaning against the counter. It’s just the three of you here in the kitchen.

“Well, I have known you for quite a few of your formative years.” She huffs, cheeks tinting blue. “I remember when you first responded to that ad Greg put up, you walked in and-”

“Pearl, oh my god, please no.” You cut her off, capping your bottle, it crinkling slightly in your hands.

“I think she’s getting empty nest syndrome.” Garnet says with a small chuckle.

“Y/N, you are sure about this, right?” Pearl ignores Garnet’s comment. “I know that living on your own can be fairly difficult as is..”

“We talked about this extensively yesterday, Pearl.” You sigh, giving her a specific look. “I’ll be fine. I’ve been through hell already enough as is, this will be a walk in the park for me. Besides, I’ve got Spinel.”

“That’s kind of what I’m worried about.” She replies, levelling her gaze with yours.

You try not to sigh out loud at her again.

Okay, so. Really, it's been less than a week since you've solidly been back on Earth. You can't reasonably expect Pearl of all people to be one for quick adjustment. But you did spend a long time with her the day prior going over all her questions about the surface of Golgotha for an updated gem archive entry she's working on. You were kind of hoping it would calm most of her worries about this in general, but you feel like based on some of your responses it might've made her worry even more. Not to mention paired with that incident in the kitchen the other day with Amethyst..

Even if it was a little painful for you for multiple reasons; like having to re-live terrifying moments in detail - it wasn't as painful as the BARRAGE of questions she pummelled you with about the nature of your relationship with Spinel once she got you alone. Fucking mortifying, that was, when Pearl had the audacity to ask if you two had been like this prior to coming back to Earth. You tried keeping much of it to yourself as possible as you aren't super well-adjusted to everything yourself. Like jesus fucking christ, Amethyst and Garnet accepted your text message without much question, other than a thumbs up from her and a solid wall of emojis and expletives from the shorter gem. And maybe a couple roasts about it that you're not going to mention. But they had managed to accept it without embarrassing you much, why couldn't Pearl be less.. Pearl about it?

“What do you think is honestly going to happen?” You retort flatly.

“Well, I don’t have-” Pearl stops to spare a glance at Garnet, who barely even reacts.

“Future-vision is cheating.” She says, lips still forming a wry smile. “She will be fine as long as she remembers to make sure the oven is off.”

“You’re gonna make me paranoid..” You groan. “And see Pearl? I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so." She says like she's waiting to be proven right somehow. You know her enough to not be offended by it. "You didn't forget about your stuff in the bathroom, did you?"

"Nah, but it's not like I won't be back, y'know, in-case you maybe find my missing rubber ducky." You say, feeling your stomach rumble. "And while I do love you both, really, I've got to go get some food in me and finish the lesson plan for next week.."

"Fiiine, go! Clearly we're just here to nag you." Pearl says with a bit of a huff, slight pout on her face, but you can tell she's mainly doing it for the dramatics.

"Don't be like that." You hold back rolling your eyes at her, even if you really want to. You grab the bag with the rest of your things off the counter, shouldering it.

"Did you give me sitting in and watching your first class any more thought?" Garnet asks, resting her hands on her hips. You can't see her eyes, but you know if you could she'd be studying your face for an answer. "It might help with the nervousness you're feeling."

"Yeaaaaaaahhhh," You let out a breath a bit nervously, having given that exactly zero extra thought. "I'm still pretty sure that you'd just give me performance anxiety. Give me a few more days to think about it."

You say your goodbyes for now, toeing your shoes on and heading out the door down to the beach below.

Ugh. It's hot, and so is the sand.

You should think about finally replacing your old car. You know, the one that died last year that Peridot said was worth more in scrap metal? You miss that old junker. You'd have to save up a considerable amount of money you don't have, but, ugh, you'll think about this later.

The breeze makes your hair fly into your face, and you're annoyed the entire walk over to town. Your stomach growls again, and you decide on pizza for your afternoon lunch.

It's kind of a no-brainer when your feet lead you to Fish Stew Pizza, and your hand is already on the door handle and opening it when you subconsciously realize a small hangup, possibly, just as the door opens.

Kiki's inside and manning the counter, and she's the only one in the establishment at all currently. You let out a breath of relief.

"Weeeeeeelcome." She greets you without even looking up from her phone.

"Afternoon'." You say in greeting, feeling awkward preemptively. Kiki looks up immediately when she hears your voice, and her facial expression is completely surprised at yours at first before she quickly schools it to more of a casual, neutral one.

Ah. Lars came through.

You see.. after that first day back you utterly loathed the idea of explaining why you're now pink to literally everyone else, and Lars offered to send out a couple quick informative texts. What a fucking bro. You should probably help him out sometime just for the effort alone.

"Y/N, it's good to see you." Kiki says, trying not to be too obvious that she's giving you a glance-over.

"Thanks, you too." You hear coming out of your mouth, the air conditioning of this place cooling you off rapidly. God you even SOUND awkward. "It's pretty empty in here for the time of day, that's kind of odd."

"Yeahhh, but I'm not gonna complain about it. I'm covering Jenny's shift right now and I'll take the slowness if it means I can just be on my phone.." She's staring at the scar on your face, and you feel.. weirdly self conscious about it.

"Typical Jenny. You gotta stop going easy on her." You reply, leaning against the counter.

“Oh, I wasn’t going easy. She’s doing my chores this week because of this, so actually she’s the one getting the short stick out of this. I had nothing planned with my time off.” She sets her phone down, and oh my god, she will not stop staring.

“Will you just say what you’re thinking and get this over with?” You spit out, impatient. She reels back for literally only a split second before leaning forward eagerly and getting right into your space.

“Lars wasn’t fucking lying, huh. That place messed you UP.” She reaches over the counter to touch your hair, and if it were nearly anyone other than Kiki you’d punch them in the face. But she helped you deal with her sister back then, so. “I saw you maybe a week and a half ago, and now look at you! Pink like Lars and with a giant scar on your face to boot! What didn’t happen to you there?!”

“I er, didn’t get the face scar there, and it wasn’t the only one I gained.” You say with a grimace. Your stomach growls again. “How much exactly did he tell you?”

“What!? I mean he told me about you being kidnapped by a deranged gem and that you died, but that was about it!” She replies, expression bewildered.

You sigh. God. Okay. That’s not the worst thing he could’ve told people. But he’s not making this any easier for you anyway.

“Listen, can I order a small plain cheese pizza? And then I’ll enlighten you.”

“Yeah, you got it.” She grins, getting this spark in her eye while ringing you up and even giving you a hefty discount. It’s why she’s your favorite sister of the two.

You move to sit by the window table, setting your bag down on one of the other chairs and pulling out your lesson notes.

You don’t really feel super up to this right now, but you should probably go over a few things by yourself that Pearl gave you some pointers on. You’re nervous, like really nervous about teaching this class, if you’re honest with yourself. But you also think it will be fun, and interesting, even. You’re only giving two hour-long lessons a week for right now, as the others wanted to see how well you’d fair. Your first lesson is in just a few days. Also, the class currently has 43 gems signed up for it, and that’s quite a bit of a hefty crowd.

You were expecting an interest of maybe.. 4 gems total. This is a little unnerving. You only have the one flier posted up with the other new classes on that board, so you’re guessing word of mouth was how it spread.

You feel your phone buzz a couple times in your pocket, and you pull it out to see who it is. When you see who the messages are from, you can’t help but feel a smile break out on your face that you have a hard time suppressing. Oh, and whoops, you forgot to reply to her earlier messages while you were being lectured by Pearl.

[14:13] Spinel: uuuuugh i just want today to be OVER please

[14:13] Spinel: i think bismuth enjoys sending me to help peridot like some kind of sadist

[14:13] Spinel: its like she knows i dont want to hear about camp pining hearts for the third day in a row? i get peridot needs assistance but i haven’t even seen this show and now i have no need to ever physically watch it

[15:42] Spinel: you can’t ignore me in person Y/N

[15:42] Spinel: i haven’t seen you in two days and this is how you treat me?

[15:42] Spinel: like an afterthought?

[15:42] Spinel: hurtful

You roll your eyes to yourself, still grinning. You can feel affection coming through the words even if that isn’t what they’re saying. You’re also ecstatic at the concept of the others getting on with Spinel quickly enough to annoy her on purpose now. You miss her face, and feel a little silly about it, considering it hasn’t even been that long. It sucks, but at least she texts you fairly often. And as of today, well, you get to live with her.

[15:43] Y/N: Rest assured, I can ignore you in person.

[15:43] Y/N: Dramatic ass.

[15:43] Y/N: I’m going to be seeing you in like, an hour anyway. Chill.

“Why are you smiling like that?” You hear, jolting upright in your seat as Kiki sets down your personal pizza in front of you with a glass of water. It smells heavenly. “You never smile like that.”

“Uh,” You reply, caught off-guard, and set your phone down. “Was just replying to something funny Steven said.”

“Sure.” She says in a tone that screams ‘I don’t believe you whatsoever but okay’.

You reach out for a slice of pizza and take a bite, cheese almost dripping all over the lesson plans in front of you. Kiki moves the papers aside for safekeeping, and you mutter out a quick thanks.

“So,” She starts, resting her chin on her hand. “You gonna enlighten me, or what?”

You finish chewing your slice of pizza, and grab another. And then you indulge her questions. All of them.

She has a lot.

You leave out all the details of what happened between you and Spinel, you’re really not ready to have those kinds of conversations yet. Dealing with Steven giving you shit for it has been more than enough to want it from anyone else, and you haven’t even told Lars about it - even though you told him you would whenever you finally confessed to her.

Also.. uh. You won’t lie. Between the both of you being pretty fucking busy almost right off the bat, you haven’t exactly, er. Had the girlfriend conversation with Spinel yet. Other than that one night, people are always around you two. You know you gotta just talk to her about it to clarify, but shit, you’re stupidly anxious about it. Part of your brain is literally screaming at you about being stupid about it, because sure, you had the most nerve-wracking love confession of your life and you two boned and also she definitely said she felt the same way, but what if this is just real casual to her?

Oh my god, you over-think fucking everything. Get it together.

You think not seeing her for two days in-person might be driving you nuts, a little.

"Lars didn't really tell me anything about Spinel. He gave me the jist of it, but told me to ask you for everything else whenever you seemed okay with it." She lets out a long breath, and you watch her eyes focus on you. "Imagine what would've happened if you weren't there with him that day. Do you think she would've killed him?"

"I'm not entirely sure. Honestly? She definitely had the strength to, but it doesn't really matter to me now. She wouldn't harm a hair on anyone's head." You reply, trying to not mull over the Spinel you experienced when you first met.

"You seem to have full faith in her." She states, a small smile forming on her face. "You didn't treat any of the other gems that tried killing Steven with any kindness for at least a month. You're less forgiving than Pearl."

"I spent a month with her alone on a planet, Kiki. I had to learn how to work with her, and she saved my life." You retort.

"Yeah, only cause you put yourself in danger for her." She narrows her eyes at you. “And you’re moving in with her today?” Kiki asks, expression a bit suspicious, smile still on her face. This makes you uneasy.

“Yeah?” You reply, confused. “It’s not that weird, is it? I moved in with Steven fairly quickly.”

“Yeah, except that was a different type of situation, you were a guardian for him. And this is you we’re talking about here.” She levels you with a look. “I feel like I’m missing something you’re not telling me. Like a key part to all of this.”

“L-like what?” You shove another slice of pizza into your mouth to shut yourself up. Not fucking today, dammit. Not today.

“I dunno, there’s just something..” She trails off, her eyebrows drawn together on her forehead as if she’s got a thought within her grasp. She looks at your hand, grasping your phone, squinting her eyes. She then shakes her head. “Whatever, you’ll tell me eventually. It’s not as if you’re sleeping with her.”

You choke on the slice of pizza you’re currently chewing, and violently so.

Kiki’s eyes go wide, and you put a hand up as if you can stop whatever thoughts are racing through her head. Her jaw drops.

“Wait,” You manage to choke out, gasping for air and finding it very difficult. You can't tell if you can feel your face going red from the lack of air, or from this conversation.

“Y/N.” Is all she says, voice dripping incredulously. “Y/N!”

“Kiki, you have the wrong idea-”

“I cannot believe you.” She says, mouth still open. She’s got half a grin on her face like she’s just unearthed the most juicy gossip, and you are SO not here for this. "Wait until Jenny hears about this."

"Kiki!" You wail, and sputter out another cough. "Kiki you can't tell anyone!"

"Why not!?" She cackles. "And besides, I don't even know if she'd believe me anyway. Y/N of all people?!"

"Tell her, and I'll tell Sadie you had a crush on her for a year." You spit out in a panic.

"You wouldn't!" Kiki narrows her eyes at you, face of mock betrayal.

"I would. Watch me." You state, grabbing your phone off the table pointedly.

"Okay okay! Sheesh." She puts her hands up in surrender. "So you gonna tell me the dirty deets or what?"

"No, I don't kiss and tell." You scowl at her, but she doesn't seem put off by it at all.

"Knowing you, that doesn't surprise me." She grabs your glass of water, taking a sip of it. You're not even annoyed. "Guess you and Greg have something in common."

She laughs at her own joke, and you can't help putting your face in your hands and groaning loudly and dramatically. It only makes her laugh harder.

"Shut uuuup." You sigh, grabbing the glass of water from her and taking your own sip.

The two of you talk for awhile as she grills you about Spinel, and you share what you're comfortable with. Eventually, she gets a family of customers in that she has to attend to, and you busy yourself with what you had come here originally to do.

Time passes and you lose track a bit, until your phone vibrates on the table and shakes you out of your concentration.

It's a couple texts from Spinel.

[17:04] Spinel: it'll be a while until I'm free

[17:04] Spinel: there were some ISSUES apparently

You stare at your phone. You try not to be irritated at the situation.

It's not like you haven't seen her in a hot minute or anything. You weren't eager at all to be able to see her face or hear her voice. You sigh, and text her back.

[17:05] Y/N: It's fine.

You stare at your phone for a little bit, but she seems busy enough to not have the chance to respond quickly.

Fuck it, it's not like you have anything else to do. You're tired of the papers and notes in front of you. Might as well make your way over to little Homeworld and wait for Spinel to be free from Peridot's tiny demon hands.

You pack up, and make sure to say your goodbyes to Kiki, who yells at you to text her as you leave the shop.

It doesn’t take you that long to get to little homeworld, and thankfully you know where Peridot is usually working as of late.

You pass by the town center, and the glass in some of the taller buildings glare in the evening sun. There's quite a few gems around, working and building, many conversing with each other. There's a couple humans intermingled with them as well. The general atmosphere is pretty lovely here. You like it.

A Rose Quartz bumps into you on the sidewalk and your bag flies off your shoulder, spilling the contents onto the ground.

"Ah! I'm so sorry!" She spins around, arms out to make sure she didn't shove you off of the sidewalk as well. "I'm just so clumsy." She says, pushing her long pink hair over her shoulder and grabbing for your things on the ground before you can even think to scoop them up yourself.

"It's okay, I wasn't exactly paying attention either." You reply, grabbing the papers that flew out of your bag and onto the street. Thankfully, nothing's damaged. She hands you your stuff, and you place it back into your bag. "Thanks."

"It was mostly my fault anyway." She grins lazily, and you watch her eyes wander around the area of your face where you have that scar. "Hmm, I feel like I've seen your face around here before. You hang out with Steven?"

"You could say that." You smile back at her and shoulder your bag. She's got this way about her that makes you think she's analyzing you, but not out of judgement. "Why?"

"No reason! I'll see you around, cutie." She says with a sly grin and a wink, and you're standing there feeling completely taken aback. Your face heats up a little in embarrassment. That was.. okay. Whatever the hell that was.

You keep walking, mind wandering as you try to figure out what the hell that gem's deal was.

You manage to spot Bismuth near a building with more scaffolding than anything else, and she's huddled with Peridot, Lapis, a couple quartz, and Spinel. You won't lie to yourself when your heart does a little summersault in your chest when you spot her magenta twintails.

They're talking loudly and animatedly about something you can't manage to hear from this distance, and you don't bother to get any closer. You duck into the entryway of a nearby building less than a hundred feet in distance from them just to linger for a moment.

One of the Quartz says something, and they all erupt into laughter, and your eyes are trained on no one but Spinel. There’s something about watching her like this that makes your heart swell, and you feel a bit ridiculous over it. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, and you tear your eyes away to check it.

It's a message from Steven.

[17:37] Steven: can I ask you for a favor? It's not work related.

[17:37] Steven: Connie's parents invited me to dinner

[17:37] Steven: hELP

You stare at your phone, feeling your face break out into a grin. Someone tries to get into the shop you're standing in front of, so you side step to move out of the way momentarily.

[17:38] Y/N: Haha oh buddy.

You look up after sending the message just to make sure you're in no one's way, and you happen to see Spinel just as she's turning her head in your direction, aaaaaand she's spotted you.

Her face brightens up immediately.

She says something to the others, and most of them turn their faces to peer at you. Your face heats up, and one of them cracks some kind of joke that makes half the others howl in laughter as one of the Quartz slaps Spinel's back in jest.

What the fuck are they saying?!

She manages to disengage herself, waving a couple loud goodbyes as the others let her go. It sounds like they make another joke at her expense, they all laugh as she runs to catch up to where you're waiting for her.

She groans as she reaches you, bringing her gloved hand up to her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun.

"What the hell did you say to them?!" Is what comes out of your mouth instead of a greeting. You glare at the others, and you can’t tell if they can see your expressions, but they sure are howling with laughter.

"Well hello to you too," She replies, cheekily scratching the back of her head. “And I didn't say a word! They just.. kinda figured it out?” She says sheepishly, cheeks coloring a bit. “Guess I talk about 'ya a lot, eheheh..”

Oh my god, ugh. You think you're going to have a heart attack, probably. She's looking at you like she’s holding back a lot of affection. Probably for your sake?

One of them catcalls at the two of you, and you hear another whistling. You feel your eye twitching, but the smile doesn't leave your face.

"No, really, what'd you tell them?"

"That you're my girlfriend, you idiot, because they basically knew that already." She retorts with a roll of her eyes. She grabs your hand, and you feel your face heat up even more. "Let's get 'outta here already."

Well. That answers all your insecurities.

You look forward to the next upcoming days.

#spinel x reader #spinel #su #steven universe #spinel steven universe #home #my fic #thanks for the wait

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sinfulserpents · 5 years

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hmmm spare billy x hopper! reader where hopper is....NOT a fan to say the least w a lot of sneaking around and mayhaps some getting caught? idk i don’t want you to feel like i’m just copying your steve hcs w the same kind of premise but i’m such a slut for that concept and that hc was SO GOOD

alright so your dad definitely wasn’t ready for you to start dating

like, yes you were a teenager

and he was used to hearing you gush about how hot tom cruise is

so when he saw you hanging out with steve harrington for the first time he was like yEAH NOPE

he did everything to make sure that you and harrington never had your eyes on each other for more than two seconds

but what he didn’t know was that your eyes weren’t on steve fucking harrington

instead, they were on the californian bad boy that was billy hargrove

so when you came home from school one afternoon talking to el about something that had you smiling so wide that hopper was sure your mouth was going to begin hurting

he didn’t know what to expect

like he thought that maybe you had gotten a good grade on that math test you had been stressed about

or maybe you and el had gone shopping

so when he asked what had you so happy he definitely wasn’t expecting to find out you had a date that night

hopper probably wouldn’t even wait to find out who it was - just expecting it to be steve

so while you were rushing around your room with el trying to find something to wear and figuring out what to do with your makeup

hop would call up harrington and before steve could even utter a hello hopper would just be like “listen here, you better treat my little girl with nothing but respect tonight, do you understand?”

and steve would just be like ???? “what are you talking about sir?”

so hopper would roll his eyes and be like “you’re taking my daughter out tonight aren’t you?”

and just as steve went to say no a loud horn would sound from outside the cabin

hopper would watch as you hugged el and she wished you good luck

you’d give him a wave and rush outside to greet billy who was smoking a cigarette and leaning on the passenger side door that he had opened for you

hopper would watch and be like “who in gods name is that?” to el because he couldn’t see that far away

he’s getting old okay

our precious baby would just be like “billy”

hopper would frown but then realisation set in and he’d look down at his little girl and be like “billy hargrove?”

and el would just nod and hopper would feel his anger grow

because don’t try telling me that he hasn’t pulled billy over a couple of times for speeding lmao

so hopper would slam the front door shut once he realised that you were gone

and sit down on the couch with a couple of beers as he and el watched a couple of pg-rated movies before he sent her to bed when it was her bedtime

you wouldn’t get home until like twelve in the morning

so you’d try to sneak in without waking anyone up

but hopper would be waiting in his chair, his tenth beer bottle hanging loosely between his fingers as his arm was loosely over the arm rest

he was binge drinking because he was worried about you

he’d probably give you a heart attack as you tip-toed over to your room

clearing his throat and being like “and where have you been young lady?” before switching on the lamp

it was then that he noticed that your shirt was definitely on backwards

and MY GOD WOULD HE GET MAD

but he tried to keep his anger in check because he didn’t want to wake el up

he’d look at you with his stern-disappointed facial expression that made you want to cry

because you hated when your dad was mad at you

and he’d just point at you with his free hand, before standing up and being like “we’ll talk about this in the morning when el’s with her friends and i can yell at you.”

so you’d nod and rush into your room, changing and going to bed with a bad feeling in your stomach

you’d wake up later than normal since you got to bed late

and walk out to find your dad at the dining table, breakfast ready for the both of you

as soon as his eyes caught sight of you, they’d narrow and he’d point to the seat opposite him

so you’d silently walk over and sit down, taking the plate of eggos that he had slid towards you

and he’d just be like “we’ve got to talk”

so you’d nod and try to play dumb like “about what?” already knowing full well that he was about to grill you for dating billy

what he didn’t know was that you and billy had been secretly seeing each other the last couple of months because you didn’t want your dad finding out

hopper would swallow the eggo that he was chewing and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand before pointing at you with his fork

“i don’t want you seeing that Hargrove boy anymore, understood?”

“why?”

“because i said so. he’s bad news and i don’t want you caught up in that, did you know that i had to pull him over the other week because he almost ran over a bunch of kids.”

you did know because billy crawled through your window that night and told you

“he can be a… reckless driver” you tried to nonchalantly shrug it off but hopper wasn’t having it

“i’d rather you go out and screw around with harrington if it meant that you were far far away from hargrove.”

“dad, you haven’t even met him though!”

but hopper would shut up your pleas with a raise of his hand before standing up and kissing your forehead telling you that he was going to work

and that you were grounded

so you’d call billy up when he drove away, cancelling your plans for that night

and billy would just be like “babe that’s totally fine, i can climb through your window like every other time”

so you’d reluctantly agree

that night you’d be waiting in your room, your dad and el already retreated to bed

and billy would arrive, knocking on your window three times to alert you that he was there and about to climb in so you didn’t throw a lamp at him

like you did the first time he tried to sneak in to surprise you

the window would be wide open as your boyfriend tried to clamber in

and usually he could do it without a problem

but for some fucking reason this time his leg got caught on the window ledge and he fell face first onto the floor with a loud bang

and you’d clench your jaw and listen for any sign that he woke your lil household up

when nothing came you’d ask him if he was okay and he’d nod before giving you a kiss and muttering a “i missed you so much” into your mouth

you’d giggle and be like “but you saw me yesterday”

which would pull the cheesy response of “still, that’s too long” from your boyfriend who was now hovering over you on your bed for a make out

and then you’d hear it

a loud set of knocking on your door followed by the familiar voice of your dad

“Y/N, i swear to god if i walk in your room and hargrove is there i will ground you for the rest of your life!”

billy would scramble off you, fucking the both of you up by falling off your bed and let out a string of “shit! fuck! my back!”

you’d be like “shut the fuck up!” while trying not to giggle at your boyfriend who was trying to crawl under your bed

and with that your dad would storm in

his cheeks red in anger and you’d just sigh and tell billy to get up

billy was seriously considering throwing a pillow at hopper and just nose diving out your window

hopper would stare at the both of you before his gaze settled on the mullet-headed boy who was most definitely scared shitless

you’d notice billy beginning to panic

we all know our baby would get flashbacks of his dad storming into his room the exact same way with the same facial expression

so you’d be quick to jump off your bed and rush over to your boyfriend who’s eyes glistened with unshed tears and his breathing became erratic

and you’d pull him into your arms, gently shushing him and speaking sweet nothings into his ear

all while hopper just stood there in confusion watching you calm billy down

and all hop could think was “fuck did i really scare the kid that bad?”

however once billy was calm and seated on your bed hopper would ask what the hell just happened

and you were going to tell him to let it go, but billy would tell you that it was okay

finally feeling like it was time to tell an authority figure what was going on in his house

once hop found out he’d realise why billy was seemingly so self-destructive

and also see how much you both relied on each other

especially the curly haired californian boy who was constantly looking to you for reassurance while he told hopper the stuff his piece of shit father did to him

you best believe hopper would try his best to get billy out of that fucking house

he’s the chief of police and has somewhat of a pull

he’d also tell billy that he was welcome over anytime he needed to get away while the investigation into neil happened

billy would be so grateful for your dad!!

they’d probably end up becoming bros as fuck

like you’d come home to find them both watching a baseball match with each other, beers in both their hands as they looked up to greet you before going back to the game

or sometimes you’d find them both trying to teach el how to read and do homework

el would also end up adoring billy

and although it would lowkey feel like your dad and sister were stealing your boyfriend

you knew that billy had never had a stable family life and that your lil family of misfits was becoming the closest thing to the family he had never had before

iM SOFT™️

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jaeminscoffee · 4 years

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Shoot

Pairings- Park Jisung x reader

Genre- Fluff, Crack.

Warnings- None.

Summary- Park Jisung, while playing basketball, accidently ends up throwing the ball at you, sending you flying back, landing on your butt. He finds the situation hilarious and absolutely perfect to 'shoot his shot'.

"yoO Y/n it's this way!" your bestfriend, Mark whined as you turn away from the corridor leading to his class for the second time.

"But i have class to attend and i believe you do too-" you try reasoning, totally not interested in whatever he had to show.

"I do, but i still have 1 minute, 54..53..52..51..5-"

"Markus SHUSH", You hear Mark let out a small celebratory sound, watching you huff out a breath and walk straight towards his class.

As soon as the dispersal bell rang, Mark had practically sonic run towards you to tell about this new friend he made. According to what you were told, it seemed like Mark had found his soulmate, as he shared the same, if not an even extra personality as your bestfriend. Mark mentioned his name being Jungwoo and stated his want for the two of you to meet.

Walking down the corridor, turning a corner, you and Mark kept a conversation fueled throughout the entire walk, occasionally exchanging greetings with the ones who walked past you.

"Maarkkk! Mark! Mark Lee!" you hear over the crowded hall, turning heads in all direction to see who was desperately calling out to your partner. In finding no one who particularly stood out, the pair of you just ignored the calls and were now just a corner away from his class.

"MARKUS" This time, as you whip your head to look, you spot a certain ebony haired boy jogging his way towards you and your bestfriend. He was completely worn off the moment he reached you, resting his arm on Mark's shoulder, leaning forward to gain better control over his breathing.

After doing so, he looked up with pure fear and pity for his friend. As the total oblivious person Mark is, held his hand out to do their buddy shake only for the boy to yeet it forward, as a result, yeeting Mark further down the corridor, closer to the turning to his class.

"Chenle wha-" "Mrs. Addington is looking for you. She looked extremely pissed. She looked like something right out of Hades 'most feared creatures' dungeon" Chenle, a really close friend of yours and Mark's, said in one breath.

Mark, in contrast of your totally shaken friend, stood still for about a minute before confusion took over his facials. "But why? I still have like-" he started, looking down at his wrist watch, eyes widening, mouth falling wide open "2 seconds to write my final will" he said, turning around and bolting towards his class.

Chenle, completely opposite from his expression not a minute ago, was now clutching his stomach, hunching over, laughing super hard.

"Did you see his face?" He asked between laughs, you couldn't help but snort at it remembering how Mark looked.

You two keep laughing for god knows how long.

"I should get to class too" you say, finally controlling your laughter, Chenle doing the same.

"Oh which one?" He asked, wiping the tears that had managed to escape amidst the laughing.

"history ew" you fake gag, even mentioning the subject made you sleepy and sick at the same time. Chenle chuckled, looking ahead for a moment before turning back towards you. "Wanna skip? Me and the boys planned to skip class, they must be at the gymnasium right now."

"But attendance-" "gone down the drain, let's goo"

He said, pulling you all the way back to the main corridor, taking a left which leads to the hall where the gymnasium was located.

Gymnasium was not that far from where you guys were at previously, so it was a short walk.

The moment you were just seconds away from the place, you hear loud voices coming from inside. Not surprising, your group is a pretty loud group, i mean you have Chenle in it, what do you expect?

"Jaemin get back here!" you see Renjun, holding his fist up chasing a really scared Jaemin, Jeno strangling Jisung, Haechan filming it all in his phone, the moment you open the double door.

"Uh.. Guys?" Chenle calls out, the room going silent for exactly 5 seconds, looking over to the front to see who was there, seeing you and Chenle, they resume what they were at.

"h-hey Y/n!" Jisung greeted you, struggling as Jeno still strangled him, momentarily looking up to look at you with his infamous eye smile, giving you a small wave.

Renjun, Jeno, Haechan and Jaemin were of the same grade, and lucky for them they shared the same classes. Chenle was a year older than you, well a few months as he was born towards the end of the year.

You and Jisung were also in the same grade, but in different sections, you had a few classes together though. So you and him spent most of your time together.

Mark is the oldest among the 8 of you. You met him through Haechan and immediately clicked together because of your mutual love and appreciation for watermelon. He also happens to be the only one who knows about your little crush on Jisung. The day he got to know about this, he wasn't an ounce surprised, 'It's obvious you like him and he does too, i mean, have you seen him THAT comfortable with skinship with the rest of us?'

"Heyyyy, stop killing each other and let's do something!" Chenle called out once again. Jeno and Jisung eventually stopped. But Renjun was committed on wanting to tear Jaemin's limbs, reason? Only the heaven's would know.

"Me and Jisung are gonna play, anyone want to join?" Jeno asked, most probably to the walls as no one bothered replying, you and Jisung not even listening to anything that's happening around you, as you two got immersed in your own conversation the moment his throat was let free.

"No, Corndogs are definitely superior-" "-What no" "Enoughhh" Jeno interrupted, pulling Jisung away, gripping his hoodie. You see him lean closer to Jisungs ear, whispering something as you watch your bestfriends ears turn red, immediately starting his chain of 'wait a minute' 'bro' 'no wait', a habit of his each time he's nervous or flustered.

"Yes. And that's final" Jeno gave Jisung a cold stare. You hear a scream from the back of the gymnasium, you all go silent, wondering what's wrong. "ReNjUn NO NOT THAT" up on hearing Jaemin's scream, you do nothing other than laugh, "stop laughing you hoes i'm at the verge of death here!"

"I'll go help him" With that Chenle chuckled and started making his way towards the fighting pair. Not knowing what else you could do, you make your way towards Haechan, who stood beside the basketball hoop, a little too immersed in his phone.

"But Jeno!-" Jisung screamed, you pay no mind, sneaking up behind the phone obsessed lad, slowly creeping up beind his back.

"Don't even try, I can see your reflection through the screen" Haechan said, you whine muttering 'no jam' under your breath. You hear Haechan giggle, turning around to look at you, finally abandoning his phone.

"Hi hi" he said, messing up your hair, you swat his hands away, smoothing your now bird nest looking hair.

"Ass" you call him, he feigns offence, placing his hands over his heart. "You hurt me" Haechan said, letting out a fake sob. Being the drama queen he is, you see him falling almost onto his knees, so you hit him on the back, a little too hard than intended, which made him let out a sound of pain.

"Okay now that actually hurts, wasn't breaking my heart enough for you?" the boy asked, "HAHA ON YOUR FACE" Jeno screamed, you turn around to see him pointing at Jisung, most probably talking about the fact that he just made a score.

"no bro wait-" Jisung starts again, you shake your head turning back to Haechan, who was now whining "You hurt me, and now you're just going to ignore me. Tsk" you laugh loud, the two boys dribbling the ball stops for a second, the taller one blushing just a little too obviously and then they resumed the game once Jeno laughed at the youngers state.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, i didn't mean to hit you that hard, though, well deserved" it was Haechan's turn to hit you this time. "Hey! Now who's hurting whom huh?" you ask him, being an equal drama queen as the boy in front of you, clutching the part he hit. Haechan let out a scoff. About to turn back to his phone.

"Y/n watch out!" you hear either Jeno or Jisung scream out to you. You're practically known around your campus for your slow processing brain and reflexes. Few found it cute, few found it stupid and you found it to be painful.

"Hu-?" the moment you turn forward to face the two boys, you see the ball they were playing with, coming in full force at you. Before you could react or move out of the way, the ball collided with your middle. The impact made you stumble back a little, you try reaching over to Haechan to balance yourself, but that was a little too late too.

Next minute you find yourself, losing balance and landing right on your butt with a soft thud. You blank out for a second. Jeno and Jisung's mouth wide open, The two who were fighting now stopped and was looking over at you, Chenle lost it the moment the ball had hit you, and Haechan was awestruck.

You let out an 'ouch' after having the pain finally kick in, that was when Jisung stepped out of his subspace and started jogging his way towards you. "Oh god Y/n i am so sorry! Are you hurt? You okay?" Jisung rambles.

"oh yeah definitely, totally not hurting cause of that stupid ball you threw" you say with a strained smile. "Of course i'm not okay you bimbo". Jaemin and Renjun were now laughing out loud alongside Chenle, and Haechan, now out of his shocked state, let out the loudest snort you've heard in your entire life.

"Jisung you dumbass, when i said shoot your shot, i meant try your luck with y/n, not actually shoot at her" Jeno said, his voice sounding like he was restraining a laugh, because at least he had some human feelings still left in him.

You laugh at the way Jeno framed the sentence. Jisung's eyes widen at his older friend letting out his secret and that's when you register Jeno's words.

Wait.

"You have a crush on me?" You ask, voice high pitched but kept low. Jisung looks anywhere but you, playing with his fingers, dusting non existent dust from his hoodie "YES HE DOES BUT HE'S TOO MUCH OF A WUSS TO TELL IT TO YOU" Chenle screamed.

"No see look, yeah true i do like you and yeah i am a wuss but i know you don't like me so-" he stuttered while speaking.

"You waited for me to get hurt to confess because?" You reply, Jisung's eyes widen the second time. "No no, i didn't wait for you to get hurt but like Jeno wanted me to make a score for you after screaming 'This is for you Y/n' and then confess to you, but hold up woah woah, you like me too?" He asked, voice nervous and he made it obvious.

"Not until you do what Jeno wanted you to do" You reply, a blush forming on both of your cheeks but god bless your long hair, because it covered your cheeks the moment you looked down.

"What?" He asked, confused, not knowing what you're talking about, standing up and reaching his hands out for you to use as a support to get up, stupid move because the pain worsened as you strain your abdomen to get back onto your feet.

You groan and let go of his hand, sitting back down. "You heard me. Now chop chop, I'm not enough patient to wait for another hour sitting on the floor, i want to go brag about being the Park Jisungs girlfriend"

All the boys started to let out hoots and whistles at your words as Jisung finally processed the words you let out.

He breathes out a laugh, getting up from the ground, heading towards Jeno, as Haechan threw the ball that was beside you back to Jeno. He took the ball from his friend's hand.

"Watch carefully" he said with the biggest smile on his face.

So initially, this oneshot was suppose to be long and not rushed. But since i had to rewrite it at least 3 times, i forgot a few plot so i ended up writing this. It's realllyyy not proofread so um.. You're strong if you made through the ff! 💗

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youminagrey · 3 years

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Abnormal Lovers（Breakdown/Knock Out）Chapter One

——The bright red sports car’s paint was still shining even under the dim lights. His streamline hood ,cables on the neck consisted a perfect parabola line. The magnetic, seducing gasp breathed out from his acoustical generator——

This enchanted transformer was now lying under Breakdown, having a hot interface with him.

This transformer was not anyone else, but the substitute professor Breakdown just knew eight hours ago,

Knockout.

Breakdown was used to agree this sort of “cheated with teacher” fragging only could be seen on Pornhub. He never imagined that it would happen on himself today. Of course, this wonderful adventure should begin at today’s afternoon.

“Tlick Tlock——Tlick Tlock——”

The electronic clock alarm had been set an hour ago now reverberated in Breakdown’s brain module, and the pop-up windows emerged one by one on private screen. Breakdown could only get out of dormancy mode，squinting his optics reluctantly.

Wheeljack from the opposite bed had already prepared the data sources for next class, watching Breakdown with full of excitement.

“Woke up? Bro? The next class is nursing , and I am not going to miss it!”

“Uh，Wheel,Professor Ratchet attended Cybetron Medics Seminar and will return in one week cycle.Do you forget......”Breakdown illustrated the truth to another transformers with a little sort of embarrassment.He does not expect his friend with the expression of being infected by cosmic rust.

“What! Then, then who will give this class!” Wheeljack’s facial expression module was going to explode, but something popped in his mind, “Hey, bro, why don’t we skip the class and go to oil house?I’ve heard that.....”

“Of course there will be substitute professor.Do you forget, too?”

Breakdown asked toward Wheeljack’s spark again.

“Oh ,for the sake of Primus, this lesson is just my elective!My major is Fuel and Explosion! And I will not care anything about this lesson except for Ratchet!”Wheeljack whined.

If Professor Shockwave of Mechanical Biology was here, he would said that it was illogical.Breakdown thought so and prepared the final review resources for Wheeljack silently.

“I’ve heard that this substitute professor is very young, who graduated two year cycles ago.It is outstanding for him of being a young substitute professor .”

“Enough, I won’t attend today.It’s boring without Ratchet.”

“Starscream claimed that the substitute professor is pretty .Won’t you come and see?”

Breakdown tried to persuade his friend to be a good student.

“Only you will believe that scrap‘s words！Do you forget he used how many excuses to pull off the deadline and was rebuked till off line by Professor Megatron? Furthermore, do you think these nerds will have sick model and paint in reality?Then Only in Thundercarker’s novel!”

Wheeljack’s optics rolled back.

“Fine, but I suggest that if you won’t be attended to get some participation points, when Professor Ratchet back, you will be hit by the wrench agai.....”

“Ah!Say no more.Get to the class ASAP,bro!”

When they pulled the door ，the classroom was filled with student，although they rushed to the class as fast as they could.

Just at the moment Breakdown pulled the door, he felt his spark was palpitated suddenly.

Being late was nothing to felt shock, but what exploded breakdown’s cpu is the transformers face to him.

Some sort of petit body compared with Breakdown, exquisite tire that revealed his sports car identity, slim but looked quite powerful waist, slender but curved legs.He was a Velocitroness who were born for race in the nature.He must be a sports car with excellent speed and functions!

But what more shining is that red ,sparkling paint after meticulously polishing, sexy curve of the streamline hood, and the transformer who with porcelain white face, long vermilion optics was now watching Breakdown with much pondering, like a turbine fox which was looking for its predator.

This knockout transformers was walking toward Breakdown himself.

Sex tension seemed to be overflowed in air by his every actions and steps，but he also looked so exquisite even arrogant.

Breakdown had not met transformers like this in his life, literally unacquainted. Was he transfer student?But why did he stand so close to the platform?He was late ,too?That made sense corresponding his vain appearance .

“Wow~hefty, Don’t stand beside the door now that you are late~Our class is going to begin~”

His voice was enjex.

Breakdown just realized Wheeljack had already disappeared somehow, leaving scorching optics sight from whole class and this red sports car.

Whatever, this new student was too garish , little assistant commanded by the professor?

Whereas Breakdown was always with good intention toward others, moreover in the classroom. he did not have a quarrel with this cocky beauty although he may looked a little sort of fierce.

“Thank you for your notice, new here.”The last two words were emphasized by Breakdown.

“I accept your praise to my youth.Aren’t you humorous, hefty~”

Praise?Wait, he......was the substitute professor?

Scrap, transformer only in Thundercraker ‘s novel really existed.

But, he is so pretty, and his manner is so......uh, slutty?How could he be the transformer who was a substitute professor at young?That would be so.....

“Hefty, tell me your name.”The red sports car interrupt Breakdown’s thinking.

“Breakdown......”he said haltingly, turning round and watching that beautiful transformer clicking on the roster.His keen fingers tapped on the screen.

“Em~, remembered you, and that hunk come with you , whether should.......”

“Wheeljack, uh, I mean his name.”

Breakdown caught sight of the charging transformer in the back seat.

“Thank you student.”

The young professor smiled, flamboyantly.Breakdown was watching in a trance, but the professor moved away at once, returning to the platform where he should be.

Primus,did he have any improper thinking about the professor he just met？But Breakdown does want to sit in the front and observe this unique professor meticulously，and he always sit in the front so no one would suspect. Nevertheless , Wheeljack had already been offline at back so far.As his good friend namely,he could just sit by him.

Having to admit that， Wheeljack and him were really frenemy sometimes.

The place Wheeljack picked was very suitable for sleeping in class——the marginal corner of classroom.Breakdown worried that his optics were not good enough to discern the fair professor clearly, but the fact was he worried too much.

That flame-liked red, would impacted the visual module ,even in a hundred meters.

“Students, before beginning the class please let me introduce myself first.My name is Knockout. Good to see you guys~”

The red sports car smiled one more time.

“Hey, students, I actually just graduated from here so far, and it can say that I am your senior schoolmates~, so don’t call me something like Professor Knockout, that kind of appellation is more proper to Ultra Magnus and Ratchet. For transformers as handsome as me, is more likely to be an elder brother ,isn’t it?”

Students took the hint and guffawed, except for Smokescreen who curled up when he heard “Ultra Magnus”.

He was humorous, Breakdown thought.

His name was Knockout.......,Breakdown considered that he saw this name on medicine magazines , and he also cited his essaies some times

Charming.

Breakdown concluded, and that was the first time he was not focus on class.

The content even one bite of it was not memorized on retention module.His database for note was absolutely empty, but he remembered Professor Knockout for this class.Oh , did not call him like that.He did not like this appellation.

He remembered his chipper laughter, unique optics, waist that often twisting when he was giving class.Of course, the most conspicuous thing was he sparkling shinning paint. The note on database was replaced by his clumsy facsimile of Knockout.

He was like a ruby. The ray of light from primary star penetrated through the window, passing into the elaborate tangent of the jewel, and diffracting , refracting among mazy crystalloid structure

Ultimately, totally reflected the perfect red to the whole world.

Even the time was like being trapped by rose wing.The bell had already ringed.

Class over, the other transformers began leaving.

Alright,

Maybe the imaginary transformer only could exist in imagination, as the picturesque beauty only could exist in picture.Breakdown thought so.

More likely, after two weeks’ relief lesson ,Breakdown would never meet that red sports car again.Their life would not have any more intersection.After two weeks, his life would come back validity.There would not be no more moment that he felt his spark pumping so fiercely.

The beauty and the beast would not encounter. This is reality.

So he poked his half-awaked room mate, and was ready to leave, with regret.

“Bang bang”

It was the sound from Breakdown’s arm being knocking.

“Hi, hefty~Hope you listen carefully this class, but, don’t forget .There’s punishment for late.”

It was him, actually.

His face appeared with cunning smile, and his optics up to no good.

Whatever, it was still so charming, more over, his charm was with threatening .

Late.......

Breakdown came up with idea of sweeping the laboratories with Wheeljack. It seemed did not matter.Whereas he was really shocked by dedication of this substitute professor, because he did not look like that kind of transformers.

“OK.......What do you have me to do, professor.”

“Ah, ah, two mistakes~”

Breakdown wryneck confusingly, and his little optics reflecting big doubt: “Excuse me?”

“Mistake No.1, don’t call me professor, too fusty. By the way I am just substitution.”

Knockout and Breakdown looked at each other. That unique optics locked Breakdown, commanding he to do not move his sight away though he felt shy.

“Mistake No.2, one is enough, and that will be you.For the other guy, let him continue charging.”

It could not be that thing.....Although Professor Knockout was seductive, random frag was still not in Breakdown’s acceptance zone.

Therefor, silence was the present.

Knockout found that Breakdown keep surly, knocking his hood:

“Um? Hush?Remaining awkward pause for transformers who have handsome paint like me isn’t a good habit?Or you thought something improper?

He smiled frivolously, continuing saying to himself.

“Listen up, hefty , the punishment is ——”

“Come to oil house with me. Two transformers, half fare, today!”

Breakdown felt some sort of disappointment, and fluke mind.

Well, out of expectation, but it is within understanding.

“Uh....Ok, professor, oh no, senior.”

Although the final essay was waiting for him, and placed Wheeljack in dorm then hanged out himself was not a good choice ,too.

Knockout smiled with satisfaction: “ Then deal. 7pm, front gate.Don’t stand me up~”

He left with his words.

Breakdown watched he walking out of classroom.

Knockout’s pace was swift, corresponding sports car’s hot-headed characteristic.Breakdown thought so, and concerned that maybe he was just pushed into oil house by a sociable sports car.Maybe Professor Knockout just wanted have some one who can accompany him to drink enjex. Of course,Knockout was a pretty and sociable sports car.

In room 412 of UC(University of Cybertron)

Wheeljack was sitting in his charging bed , crossing his legs, and his fingers slides on the screen, with his twinkling light blue optics.

Breakdown also browsed the Cybernet. On his screen which was not so big, one webpage was tricks of chatting, the other one was ravage adoption.Almost every transformers liked to do this when they were bored: slide the webpages, and even there was so much needed to do , transformers always would create excuses for surfing on the Cybernet.

There always would be a time that was not so noisy , especially when the other dorm mate Thundercracker went out with seekers from near room.

“Breakdown, you see ,ha ha, Professor Ratchet was even more serious in medics seminar than in class.Oh he is so cute when he looks like that.”

Breakdown received a video from Wheeljack .

Breakdown did not responded him which was rare, due to his effort of trying put all of social tips on his memory module. The times he went to oil houses was not too less, but always with Wheeljack , and the transformer who chatted with others was always Wheeljack ,too， leaving him drinking enjex quietly. There was no true love in oil houses, even a stable relationship, and that was what Breakdown took for.

Bro....The new substitute professor of today, invited me to go to oil house......”

Breakdown would like to ask for some pieces of advise from out-going transformers.

“ The one with dazzling paint?”

It seemed that Wheeljack did not care there was no response from Breakdown about Ratchet.

“Um......what do you think?”

“He is some kind of pretty, but is really cocky.Even I was charging I still could feel his.......seduction.He invited you?”

“Yeah, as punishment fo being late......but I think he is more than some kind of pretty.”

“I admit that he is handsome, but I prefer Sunshine. More, be careful. I think there will probably be something like drunken mistake. All in all, you don’t need to concern that there will be silence with that kind of transformers. They like leading conversation, and for you just answering. Hope you have fun tonight ,bro.”

“Thank you......”

#bdko #knock out #tfp breakdown #tfp knockout #tfp #breakdown #transformers #fanfic

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whichstoodonrockyshores · 3 years

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Chapter One

(@alex-fa-ch is NH's person. fuckin' ouch bro.)

West wasn’t here anymore. And Wy had to accept that, no matter what, West wasn’t ever going to come back. He would never get to look at his beautiful face, run his fingers through his hair, and kiss his soft lips again. And he would have to accept that, no matter what, he never would. And the proof was staring at his face, a gravestone. With his lover's name on it. He came here almost every day, to replace the flowers. He picked up yesterday’s bouquet, and laid the new one. It’d been a few weeks. It was becoming painful. He sometimes felt like he couldn’t breathe, he was so engulfed in grief. And before he knew it, he was sobbing at his grave. Again.

“Please…” he begged, like it would make him come back. His sobbing was loud and desperate. It sounded like he was begging for him to come back. For anyone to come help him. And someone did come. His sibling, Hamilton. They were there, standing above him, as they placed a hand on his shoulder, and eventually pulled their little brother into a hug. They’d come for this exact reason.

“Sh...sh..I know..I know Wy.”

They didn’t know West that well, but they did know that Wy loved him. A lot. They patted him on the back, trying their best to comfort him. They hadn’t expected this, not so soon. West was the same type of immortal as Wy and the rest of the states so they hoped that...this wouldn’t happen.

“Ham I..I miss him so much..”

“I know you do Wy..” they said. They always hated listening to him sob like this, it hurt. It hurt to see their brother hurt like this. Eventually, after what felt like an hour of sobbing, they helped him up, and took him home in his truck. He still had tears running down his eyes, but the sobbing had calmed down as he used his inhaler to breathe. They pulled up on Wy’s house, and helped him inside. Wy’s facial expression was one of the most painful things they’d ever seen. He just stared, obviously barely holding himself together as his jaw was tightly clenched. He was staring at a particular spot, seemingly the couch. He sat down on that spot, clutching a pillow and taking a deep breath, laying down and sighing as Ham wrapped a blanket around him.

“Will you be okay on your own?” They asked, as Wy gently closed his eyes.

“..yeah. for now..” he said, curling in even further.

“If you ever need me, call. I’m here for you Wy.” They said, closing the door behind them. God, why..why did this need to happen to Wy? He’d been so happy and now..he just..was a shell. But they’d seen Wy like this before. They had, and..and he was okay. They trusted their brother could get through it. He was strong, very strong. That’s what they thought about as they began walking back to their car, which still at the cemetery.

Wy didn’t have a good dream that night. He kept having nightmares. He could barely close his eyes without seeing him connected to those tubes and barely holding onto life, before he went cold, and the line went flat. He really thought that….that he would recover. But he didn’t. He wished that damn deer wasn’t there, that he wouldn’t have swerved so hard, that he didn’t run into a tree… then he’d still be here. With him.

He woke up the next morning, quickly got dressed, and left again to buy flowers again. The florist looked at him weird when he walked in, the exact same way he had every day for the last few weeks. She was becoming concerned.

“Sir, I’m glad you’re giving us business and all, but why are you here everyday?” She asked. She hated prying, but..Wy always looked so sad when he came in. She just wanted to make sure he was alright.

“...nothin’. I just..I need these flowers..okay?” He said, buying another bouquet of peonies. That’s what he always bought for West. They were pretty and sweet. Like he was. “These are pink, right?”

“Yes sir.. and alright. Bye now.” She said, waving as Wy left the shop. He got in his truck, and drove to the cemetery, walking up to the gravestone and replacing yesterday’s flowers with the new bouquet. It had rained last night, so they were all wet..it was for the best.

“Westie..it’s been..it’s been bad. I miss you. I want you back. I wanna give you a hug and apologize for everythin’ and tell you it’ll be okay but I can’t and it won’t be okay it won’t and it never will again because..” Wy started violently shaking and sobbing, just like he had the day before, and every day before that.

#death tw #tw death #hospital tw #tw hospital #descent #Likewise #Hamilton #West #ocs #my ocs #friends ocs

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Bro’s before that kinda bro

Part 2/?

5k words!!!! I did it!!!!😭

Synopsis: Day 2 of trying to woo your best friend over.

That morning you woke up to the sound of your blaring alarm. Your head began to pound as you slowly lifted your head from the unfinished work on your desk.

The clock read 8:05.

You felt a year of life leave your body.

You had exactly 20 minutes to get dressed and run to class.

You couldn’t tell if your migraine was caused by that suspicious energy drink or all your feelings for todoroki slapping you in the face last night.

Shaking your head you decided to forget about it and ask Mina where she got the drink later. Groaning you rushed as quickly as your head would allow you to move and put on your uniform. You multitasked brushing your teeth and packing your bag at the same time. Trying to at least make sure you had your bare essentials for class.

You did what you could with your hair to make it seem as though you ‘tried’. Nearly tripped over yourself as you struggled with your shoes. Then gave the room a quick once over before nodding and running out the room with only 10 minutes to spare.

The throbbing in your head only got worse as you ran to class. You could barely even see where you were going. The sun’s brightness burned against your eyes, people’s talking volumes rattled against your ear drums, and you were moving way too fast to keep up with any of it. You were just a mess today!

You bumped into a few poles and people, apologizing to both the inanimate and animate objects. Shoved yourself through a few groups of people and then finally! Reached your first period classroom. You slipped into the class with a group of your classmates and ran to your seat right as the minute bell rang.

You groaned laying your head on the desk trying to get in as much sleep as you possibly could. To think spending a fun time with Todoroki would somehow lead into this kind of a morning.

As soon as you closed your eyes you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You heavily lifted your head just to see it was the man putting you through this himself.

“Ah sorry (y/l/n) did I interrupt your sleeping?”

You lifted yourself up holding back groans of pain so he wouldn’t worry about you. “No, no! It’s fine! I wasn’t going to be able to sleep anyways.”

He smiled, “Good, I just wanted to apologize for sleeping when we were on the call last night.” He looked over at the clock to see how many seconds he had left “I really did want to stay up with you.”

“Oh don’t feel sorry about it! I’m the one who asked if we could do homework together anyways. I mean, that’s all I really wanted to do with you Todoroki,” You reassured.

He made a deep in thought facial expression as he looked at the floor. His mouth opened trying to say something that just wasn’t coming out. Even when he was using every brain cell to think you still found this lovable idiot the cutest guy in the room.

“I also wanted to talk to you about how-” The bell then rang and all the other students began finishing their conversations and walking back to their seats. You sat there shocked at how he wasn’t going to be able to finish. Todoroki however still stood there looking like he was debating on whether he should leave the conversation for later or finish it up now.

You sighed deciding to deal with the possibly serious question he had for a later time. “Don’t worry, we can just talk about this another time.”

He glanced at you for a moment then nodded walking back to his seat. Aizawa finally rolled into class and gave all of you the dreaded test. A few other students let out sounds of unhappiness as it was passed out.

You took a deep breath, steering your thoughts away from what it was he may have been trying to ask. Your vision kept going in and out as you tried so desperately to answer the first problem. You gave yourself a few face slaps every so often along with mental encouragement to just try and get through the first page without blacking out.

The test went by painfully slow but you were able to finish it. You somehow made it out alive without feeling alive. The rest of the day went something like that. Training made your head throb and all the other classes got you scolded at for drooping your head or falling asleep in class.

You just couldn’t wait to go back to the dorms. Maybe you could get a few ibuprofen from the girls before bed. You sneakily pulled out your phone during the boring lecture to text the girls.

You sat looking at the new message that popped up on your home screen at a complete loss for words. You couldn’t ditch them for him. It’s always Bro’s before… that kinda bro.

Your head began to throb and you massaged your forehead completely unsure of what to do. Why and how did this man do this to you! By a mere text!

After 10 minutes on debating what to do you decided on having Todoroki meet you in the nurses/ recovery girl room. You got up and quietly asked the teacher if you could leave, explaining your situation. The teacher reluctantly gave you a slip allowing you to leave the class. You quickly left the class and texted Todoroki where to meet you.

You decided to just walk into the recovery room, and ask for some actual treatment. Only to find a note on her desk that said ‘taking an early lunch break take whatever medication you need ^3^’

You felt a smile come over your face at the cute note she left for everyone. She sure did trust you guys. You decided to kill time and snoop around the room while waiting for him. Eventually the moving around got the best of you and your brain started to send some painful messages your way. You decided to try to sit down.

He came in a few minutes later, slowly closing the door behind him and figuring out that recovery girl wasn’t here either. He didn’t seem to notice you at all. You cleared your throat to try and grab his attention. He turned around trying to see where the noise came from. Once he saw you he put the note down and began walking over to you.

“Hey are you alright?” He asked.

“Yeah I’m fine. I was going to ask her to help me with my headache though,” you winced, not able to cover the blaring waves of pain anymore.

He gave you a concerned look before reaching over touching your forehead. “You don’t have a fever. Did you hurt yourself training?”

You could barely breathe. He was too close. He only got this close to your face in your dreams. You were inches away from kissing him. Did he not notice or think about how much of a hazard it was for him to be in kissing range??? The way he held your eyes with so much concern made it harder to resist.

The both of you stared at each other for a little too long. You decided to move your head away from him to avoid any spur of the moment decisions. You did not need another reason for a headache.

“Uhm wow ok. No-no I uhm.” you cleared your throat shifting away from his hand. “I’m fine! I’m fine. Let’s talk about what you texted me for though.”

Todoroki had a frustrated expression on his face. “Why do you say you’re fine when you’re not? We can talk about it tomorrow.” He looked up at you. “Do you mind if I touch you?”

“Woah! What!?”

You were in absolute shock. You truly didn’t know how to react! He couldn’t be so dense that he didn’t know the possible misinterpretation those words could give.

“Wow well I- I’m not sure I just. I don’t know if that’s- I What do you mean by-”

“I just feel like I somehow caused this. You wouldn’t be feeling like this by yourself if I had just stayed awake with you last night.”

You blinked confusion slowly replacing your embarrassment.

“Wait, what do you mean? Todo I thought I told you this morning. It’s not your fault.” You grabbed one of his hands. “I’m the one who kept you up. You don’t have to go out of your way for me when I owe you something.”

He was looking down at your hands. He shook his head still unconvinced by your words. He could be so stubborn sometimes.

“Please scoot over (y/l/n) I still want to pay you back.”

You shot a glare his way. He was not going to win this argument. “No Todoroki I accept your apology. So I’m going to pay you back next.”

“Then this is payment for listening to me about my nightmare,” He tested.

You held his stare, “You already paid me back when you stayed up with me! Just call a truce!”

His mind didn’t look like it would change any time soon, “Then you can just pay me back for this.”

“Wait what are you-”

You gasped when you felt two hands grab your waist as he shifted you over. You were now sitting away from your original side. With Todoroki now lifting himself up to sit in that same place. You two were both sitting up with your backs to the head board. You didn’t know whether to be mad you’d have to double pay him back. Or embarrassed at the fact he just touched your waist.

This man was definitely trying to kill you.

“Just lay your head on my lap.”

You flipped your head towards him a little too fast. “What! I’m not doing that. That’s- Thats just way too awkward.”

He cast a confused look that said he truly didn’t see anything wrong with what he asked. You rubbed your forehead in slight frustration. He made his typical thinking face when he was trying to figure something out.

“I mean what are you even trying to do anyways?” You asked.

He glanced over at you, then that ‘I’ve got it’ face came through. Ignoring your question he leaned over to push you forward to the end of the bed. You felt as he shuffled behind you. He didn’t even give you a chance to protest given he was already throwing his other leg behind you and holding your waist.

You were basically sitting.

In.

His

Lap.

And you still didn’t know what he was trying to do!!!! You felt as if your head was steaming and that you would faint at any more touching. Your back laid against his chest! His chest against your back! You didn’t know whether your head or your heart would pop first.

“I’m just going to get rid of the headache, ok?”

You stiffly nodded. Barely able to breathe, much less make a sound.

“It’d probably be better if you closed your eyes,” He said leaning over to try and look you in the eye.

You averted his eyes and looked at your lap. Taking in a shaky sigh. You closed your eyes. Still feeling just as stiff though.

He didn’t do anything for a moment. You desperately wanted to take a peek at him. That opportunity was cut short when you felt a warm hand go onto your temple.

You stiffened when you felt his other hand go to the same place on the other side. He didn’t activate the cool side. It felt like a regular hand temperature. You assumed it was probably a good thing he didn’t do that.

He began to massage very slowly and gently, probably to make sure he didn’t hurt you at all. The hands mostly rolled in circles over those parts for a while. He didn’t start to move his hands until you physically relaxed underneath him.

He began to slowly shift over to rubbing your forehead.You decided to just relax your body against his chest. Letting your shoulders down and body unstiffen. You happily sighed.

The heat from his hand really helped clear some pain out of the way. You just felt so happy in his arms. He then started to slide his hands down to your neck and shoulders.

You tried your best to adjust to the new placement. Controlling your breathing and thoughts. Relaxing until you began losing consciousness.

When you eventually woke up you didn’t feel any hands on your head or neck. You turned around to see that Todoroki was still sitting up behind you, just totally unconscious. You internally squealed at the sight behind you. He had such a cute sleeping face.

You didn’t want to wake him up from his wonderful sleep. He looked more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him before. You quickly looked through your pockets to find your phone. You had exactly 5 minutes before lunch.

The teacher was going to get on you for it you were sure. Your soon realized your head felt clear and in no pain at all. You turned around to look at him again. You already missed most of class…. you might as well let him sleep until lunch.

You nodded checking to see if your bag was with you still. Todoroki brought his bag too, so you guys wouldn’t have to worry about going back to class for it. You decided to text baku squad what happened until the bell rang.

You didn’t know what you should do. On one note it's kind of creepy. On another note, you don’t have any photos with you two hanging out together. You looked behind you to see that he was still asleep. This is what friends do though right? Take photos of each other…….?

You took plenty of photos of Mina and Momo when they weren’t paying attention! They also did the same back to you. So maybe this could be a new step in your friendship? You’d send the photos to him later obviously.

You shook your head clearing your mind of all your worries. It’d be fine! It’s not like he would leave you or something. His friends did it to him and posted it on Twitter all the time!

You took in a breath and positioned the phone into a selfie. You adjusted the camera until both you and Todoroki were in the frame. You flashed a smile and then took the photo. Boom! Done! You looked at the photo astonished you had the courage to even do it. It was actually a kind of cute photo.

You quickly sent it to the group chat and waited for them to respond. Your shuffling and moving about must have woken him up because you felt him shift behind you.

“Hey, did you sleep well?” You asked, turning over to look at him.

He rubbed his eyes and nodded like a child. “Did you?”

“Yeah thank you for helping me out. I appreciate it,”

“It would have been easier if you just let me help in the first place,” he lectured.

You rolled your eyes at him and shifted out of his lap. You stood up and began to stretch out. Trying to crack any joints that felt stiff. Todoroki continued to sit on the bed while checking the time.

“Oh I didn’t mean to sleep that long.”

You shrugged “It doesn’t matter, we can just tell them we felt too sick to come back or something.”

“Oh hey!” You looked up at him. “My head doesn’t hurt anymore. You think you can tell me about that thing you wanted to talk about this morning?”

He looked at you a little shocked you remembered. “Oh. Right.” He paused.

“I wanted to ask if we could-” he was interrupted once again. This time by Recovery girl opening the door and the bell ringing at the same time. You stood there shocked, that once again the question would be held for another time.

He closed his mouth into a thin line. Obviously annoyed by getting interrupted as well. You sighed, shaking your head.

“Ok, we can talk about this later then.” You laughed.

He nodded in response and began to walk out the room. Recovery girl gave you a wink “You don’t have to tell me what happened.”

Your mouth dropped “No! No! Nothing weird was happening we were just-”

She laughed and waved you off.

You walked over to the lunch room completely embarrassed. Once you got your food you spotted Mina waving to you and you smiled walking over to where she and the other girls sat.

“That photo was so cute! I can’t believe you don’t have any other photos of him!” Mina squealed as you sat down.

You held a finger to her mouth trying to get her to be a little less loud. “Yeah, it’s not that big of a deal though! He only sees me as a friend so it has no romantic meaning!”

She rolled her eyes. Giving you an “uh huh”. Ochaco leaned over to join in on the conversation.

“I can’t believe you haven’t confessed yet (y/n)! You’ve had a crush on him forever!” She said.

“Ochaco you're the last person I’d expect to tell me that.” You gestured your thumb towards Midoriya. “You still haven’t even confessed your feelings for him!”

Her face almost immediately flushed pink and she slowly began to levitate. Mina held on to her arm and tried to pull her back to earth. You giggled and pinched Ochaco’s flushed cheek.

“Oh I wish I had someone to crush on. You guys are just so lucky! Teenage romance is just such a fun part of life!” Momo said dreamily, laying her head on her cheek.

Jiro rolled her eyes, “you guys are so freakin’ sappy.”

You all continued to laugh and talk about boys. Once the conversations ended you guys listened to and shared other songs you enjoyed. You all of course listened to some classical music shared by Momo as well. The lunch bell soon rang and you all walked to your classes happily. Everything that happened in the nursing room soon left your mind.

You were able to finish the day up with much more ease than you began it with. At the end of the day you walked with Momo and Ochaco to your dorms. Not wanting to repeat the same mistake you made yesterday, you began working on your homework so you could get to sleep early.

You had turned off your phone so you could put all your attention to the homework at hand. You made an oath to yourself to start paying attention in class. You had been working for a few hours, taking breaks in between until you heard your ringtone go off.

You curiously picked up your phone to see who could be calling at this hour. Who else could it have possibly been other than Shoto Todoroki himself. You mentally prepared yourself so that you could talk to him. Taking a deep breath you pressed the answer button. It took a second for his screen to show up.

“Hi todo!” You smiled.

His face wasn’t on the screen yet, all you saw was the ceiling of his room. He started to shift his camera again and he rested it on top of an object that helped make his phone stand. You saw his head and torso again like the day before.

“Hey, do you still feel better?” He asked.

You nodded. You decided to rest your phone the same way he did.

“Yeah thanks again for helping me out. But what’s up?”

He seemed to be doing his homework as well. His desk looked so organized as it had his book and homework side by side.

“I wanted to check up and make sure you were ok.”

You quirked a brow, “That’s it? You could have just texted me.”

He gave an annoyed look, “I didn’t want to. Just appreciate how I’m checking up on you.”

You rolled your eyes. He was being so sassy.“Mhm well if that’s all you called me for I’m going to go. Goodnight!”

“No wait hold on. I called for something else too.”

“Oh what no way!” You fake gasped.

He shot a non serious glare your way. “I wanted to ask you the question. The one I tried asking this morning.”

You had totally forgotten about it! You got excited all of a sudden really wanting to know the information that had gotten interrupted so many times. What could he possibly ask? Would he surprise you and ask you out? Go on a date?! Ask you for your hand in marriage??? Ask for the homework…….

You gloomed at the thought of him really asking the last question. It was probably the most realistic thing that would come out of his mouth.

“Well since we're best friends now….” he looked away a little embarrassed. “No nevermind. That’s probably inappropriate.”

You were going to die. He was dragging this on way too long. No way we’re you going to let this man lead you on. You would rather die than not hear what he wanted to ask!

“No, tell me! I really want to know cmon Todo! Since we are best friends I can’t judge you for anything you say! You can’t judge me either though.”

He glanced at you, then went into his thinking face. Wow was this really that big of a deal for him?

Then he finally spoke.

“Ok. I wanted to know if we should call each other on a first name basis? Since were best friends?” He asked with the most serious face.

You felt shocked! This wasn’t that big of a deal to you until now. You never thought that you would get this far in your friendship with him. You could finally feel a few emotions kick in, all happy of course. The fact he valued your new stage of friendship so much really made you swoon. This was such a big deal.

“Oh my god! No, yeah definitely! That’s fine- I mean really great! Let’s do that.” You felt so giddy and couldn’t hold your smile back. This was such a huge step!

He gave a light smile, almost reassured at your response. “Good.” He sighed, leaning back into his seat.

You couldn’t help but continue to smile, “I didn’t know that stressed you out so much. You know I wouldn’t judge you right?”

“Yes, I know. I didn’t want to make this weird though.”

You both sat there in silence. Beginning to start homework when a thought had popped into your head.

“Ok but who’s going to say it first?”

He furrowed his eyebrows for what seemed like the 100th time that day. “Say what first?” He asked looking up from his homework.

You shook your head, “Who’s going to say the first name first!”

“Oh I’m sure it’ll be you.”

You felt taken aback, he had so much confidence in that. You blinked a few times as he went back to his homework.

“Aha, no no I think you will be the one to say my name first.”

He shook his head “I’m not guessing this, I know how you are. You’re going to say it by accident.”

You picked up the phone, now starting to really get into this heated debate. “That is such a lie! What proof do you have to support this?”

He playfully scoffed “I don’t have any on me at the moment but I just know you’ll say it first.”

“Okay. Ok. You wanna bet on it then?” You grinned.

“Depends, what are you trying to bet?”

You looked around trying to rack your brain for something interesting, “How about something like…. if you lose you have to cook for me. If I lose I cook for you.”

He looked like he was seriously thinking about this. “Do you know how to make soba?”

You shrugged, “I can ask someone for a recipe.”

He then nodded, “Ok, I’ll do it.” You laughed at how quickly responsed.

“But that doesn’t mean I’ll lose! You might not get those noodles!” You exclaimed.

He rolled his eyes, “Sure I won’t.”

He was just so sassy. You rolled your eyes back at him. Putting your phone back to continue your homework.

The night continued with you asking him questions about some of the homework and him helping you with it. You two mostly sat in silence trying to really focus on the loads of homework given to your class. You really did enjoy sitting in silence with him. The silence more so comforted you than it did make you feel awkward. You two had such a fantastic relationship. The only thing missing was the. You know. Dating part.

You truly didn’t know when or how you’d confess to him. But for right now this was fine.

You started to yawn and decided to tell him you were going to go to sleep. When you looked up however you saw that Todoroki had fallen asleep once again the same way he did last night. Was this a coincidence or was he going to be doing this continuously?

You sighed at how cute he looked and hovered over the end call button “Goodnight Todo.” You ended the call and gleamed at the sight in front of you. Hopefully this would be a continuous thing.

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