#youd easily be able to tell who took them

[lesbicosmos]

idk if anyone's said this before but just pointing out that the polaroid camera was invented in 1948 so it's plausible for at least one of the poets to have had one at welton

imagine if they did tho, their dorms would all be covered in the most random photos of each other just being stupid

[smuttyworks]

Before the world ended - Brandon Carver x reader

Reposting from my Ao3! gunna be adding my other ones here as well <3 this is my first Carver fic I did and I still absolutely love it, but im thinking of making a NSFW version with the same story just add some much needed SHMUTTTTTTT.

What do you think?

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Your eyes widened in shock seeing the man that they dragged in past the main gate. The breath almost completely escaped your lungs, but your caught yourself before Carver could notice as he walked up to you, his masking hanging from his hips off his belt. 

“Are you okay?” you questioned, noticing the limp in his step. 

His eyes traveled the features of your face, clearly noticing something was off. “Fucker nicked me.” Carver said, looping his finger in the sliced material of his black combat pants, and showing me the blood beneath. 

“Let me clean you up.” You gave him a light smile, looping your small arm into his and leading him into the building. Your mind wandered as you thought of the man, the man you spent years with before the world ended, the person you loved more than anything at one point in time. The man you lost in this hopeless world, not ever thinking you’d see him again. He was dead, you thought.

Carver opened the door of the infirmary and you led him to the chair that was in front of the window. “Sit down.” You hushed, hoping the cut wasn’t deep.

You switched the light on and motioned him to pull his pants down, and with an eye roll he slid his dark, dirty, combat pants down his legs. “It’s not that bad.” He sighed, leaning back against the chair, with his head against the windowsill, he looked exhausted.

You grabbed the first aid kit and kneeled on your knees in front of him as you started to clean his wound. You were with Carver, he was the best thing that happened to you in the new world, he saved you from death, and you two fell in love all too easily. Carver was your protector, he always put you first, you knew it would be you and him until the end…

Despite your past coming in and reminding you of how life use to be, you knew it would only ever be Carver, no matter what your past life use to be, and with who.

“Babe?” you asked softly. 

His eyes fluttered open and looked down at you, with a much softer stare than earlier. He brought his hand up and lightly grazed your cheek. “Hi baby.” He smiled lightly.

“I-I need to tell you something,” you swallowed. His eyes glanced from yours to you lips, and then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before giving me his full attention. “That man, the one you guys found and brought in…” Carver’s eyes narrowed slightly, causing the nerves to rise. “I knew him, before all of this… he’s m ex f-fiancé.” you sighed, not having to think of that time in yout life for what seemed like forever.

“What?” his eyebrows tightened together, showing his confusion, and frustration. “Explain”

You took a deep breath, finally ready to tell Carver about your past. “The day the world was really struck with all this, the very beginning when things got really bad, him and I were trying to get out of the city… I got pulled away by a violet group of rioters, and I never saw him again, I knew that he either wasn’t searching for me, or didn’t search for long, so after a few months I gave up, I found a group, lost them…” you tried to catch your breath as the anxiety bagan to rise. “And then you found me…” You gave him a small smile, the anxiety disappearing as his soft eyes looked down into yours.

“I wouldn’t ever be able to stop looking if I lost you.” He whispered, bringing his rough hand up once again and pressing his palm to your cheek. Your eyes closed in bliss as you took in his soft touch, loving the fact that yourself only got to see this side of Carver.

“I know.” You grinned, slipping off the floor and straddling his lap. “You saved me Brandon, you’re the only one I will ever need.” You breathed, knowing everything youd ever need in this life was right in front of you. And judging by the loving look in his eyes, you knew he was thinking the same thing.

[mushies-stories]

can I sleep with you?

Kenpachi X reader

warnings: none, fluff

she/her pronouns

kind of edited mostly kinda sorta yeah.

Kenpachi had been roped into the protection of a noble's daughter. things had escalated with the enemy almost destroying the family's land just to get to her. This led the captain to bring the girl all the way to his companies' barracks.

It was currently late at night and Y/N was roped into having a few drinks with yamichika and ikkaku. The two enjoyed the girl, she was sweet and nice to everyone and she always seemed to be willing to hang out and slack off with them in their free time.

it was safer for the girl to roam around here without Kenpachi, that didn't mean he felt like he should be leaving her alone so late at night. This was a job after all and it was his duty to protect the girl, even from his own perverted subordinates. At least that's what he tells himself. it's not at all the fact that whenever he sees you, he feels a need to pull you closer, wrap his arms around you and hold you safe from the world.

Kenpachi entered the barracks to see Y/N giggling and almost fell into ikkakus lap, bottles of sake were strung all over the table. Clearly you had been roped into getting drunk with his subordinates tonight. 

Walking over, the captain looks down at the trio with a grumble. ”Alright little one you’ve had your fun and now it’s time to go.” he looks down at your glazed over hid]lf lidded eyes and a pout already fully formed on your lips. A plea to let you stay. Letting out a sigh and crouching down in front of you, his whole body still towering over you he gives you a wicked grin. “The pouting doesn't work on me princess, now don't be a brat.” he ends flatly.

Ikkaku could barely hold in a laugh and Yumichika had to keep the comments about his captain's softness when it comes to you. You looked over at the two for some help, All they could do was shrug. 

Kenpachi stood and stretched his hand out for you to stand. Not wanting to show him that you were actually that drunk and prove that you could stay, you attempted to stand on your own. That was a mistake the captain was ready for and caught you before you could even graze the floor. With a grunt the large man hoisted you over his shoulder. sending his subordinates a glare for making his job harder he left with you flailing your arms and legs and screeching about being out down.

“Put me down!” you had attempted a stern voice but it just came out panicked and slurred. 

“I don't think so brat, maybe you should have listened to me when you had the chance.” he stated, ignoring your pleas.

Letting out a huff and beginning your small fist on the man's back you continue to pester him and tell he lets you down. “Cmon pachi! M’gunna be sick.” You whined.

Rolling his eyes and setting you down he took a step back to let you find your own balance. A balance you couldn't seem to find, just barely holding yourself up with the wall. Kenpachi just stared at you in amusement, a grin slowly creeping on his face as he watched you slowly get frustrated at not being able to walk without the help of the wall. 

Deciding he's seen enough he comes to your side and lifts you into his arms, one arm around your back and the other under your thighs. You let out a squeak and quickly grabbed onto the color of his captain's cloak. “Cmon, time for bed.” he said while heading to the room they made available for your stay.

Next to Kenpachi but it still felt so far away. Over the time you've spent with him the more attached you seemed to have grown to him. Everyday wanting to be closer to the man who if he wanted to could easily take your life with the flick of his sword, or hand for that matter. 

“Hey, Kenpachi?” you ask quietly, looking down at your hands that held tightly onto the man. He responds with a grunt. “Could i.. Could I sleep with you?” you ask, too scared to meet his eyes. What if he thought youd where dumb for asking? What if he just thought you were an annoyance? 

“With me?” he asks simply. You hum in response now peeking up at his scared face. “Now why should I let a drunk brat like you into my bed?” he glances down at you with a mocking grin. Stopping in front of his room, right before your own. 

Now giving him a pouting face, you attempt to get out of his hold. “I am not a brat!” you shout. 

The captain's hold was to ferm though and only grew the more you struggled. “Would ya stop yelling? Gunna wake up the whole damn Seireitou.” he sets you down, your back against his door  and looms over your pouting frame. “If you can be a good girl for the rest of the night, then you can stay.” He states with a pointed look.

Giving him a smile and nodding as you wait for him to open the door. Now giddy that the great captain of squad eleven is letting you stay in his room with him. The man just rolls his eyes and slides the doors open for you to enter. 

In the room you take a spot on the futon. Curling up immediately and letting Kenpachi’s scent take over your senses you almost pass out right there, Until you feel his large body take the spot behind you in the futon. “C’mere princess.” He mumbles before sliding an arm under your head and the other over your midsection, effectively pulling your back closer to his chest. Your face heats up at the realization of how close he was now. 

Too drunk to care if this was okay, all you could do was be happy that you were finally peacefully in his arms, in his bed and surrounded by him. You held onto his arm that was around your waist as your eyes slowly fluttered shut and you fell asleep. Kenpachi listening to the soft sounds of your breathing.

Kenpachi knew that this was it, the moment he knew he wouldn't be letting you go.

[fivelakesinwriting]

hii!! id love it if youd make a rafe x reader enemies to lovers fic where the reader gets a nipple piercing and rafe sees the piercing thru their thin/tight top? reader tries to tease him but rafe tries to ignore it and shit gets FREAKKYYYY lollol

Author's Notes: Y'all are little freaks...and I love that about you. I named the girl in particular for this story, sometimes it's just easier! Please let me know what you think if you have a moment. If this was your request, I hope you love it! xoxo

Warnings: Talk of piercings (might make people uneasy), Swearing, Drinking, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos, Smut *(biting, rough sex, mentions of choking , unprotected sex - please be safe out there, your choice how! ) All Characters are 18+

Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

To say that Rafe loathed his sister Sarah's friend - Evie - would be an understatement. He didn't know why he disliked the girl so much, she had never really done anything to him to make him dislike her so much. There was just something about her that rubbed him the wrong way.

Maybe it was the way she didn't move out of the way for him when they crossed paths in the hallway at Tannyhill, the way she called him by his full name - Rafe Cameron - or perhaps, because she looked like the kind of girl that wouldn't give him the time of day. And that bothered the shit out of him.

It was a lazy Summer afternoon and Rafe planned on doing nothing with his day. Topper and Kelce weren't available for golf, and Barry was out. So Rafe cut his losses and decided he would hang out at home by the pool and drink beers all day.

As he descended the stairs towards the kitchen to begin his afternoon he heard his sister's laugh and the distinct sound of Evie's laugh just after. Rafe exhaled heavily as he rolled his eyes, succumbing to the notion that his relaxing afternoon would have the background noise of a witch's cackle.

"Ladies." Rafe grumbled as he quickly made his way through the kitchen, a beeline towards the fridge to grab a beer.

"Rafe Cameron, nice to see you." Evie smiled over the top of her phone as she showed Sarah a photo.

"Evie, see they rescheduled your burning at the stake." Rafe glared as he popped the top of his beer, sipped, then made his way out the patio doors towards the pool.

"Rafe!" Sarah scolded as she picked out a piece of fruit from the bowl on the counter in front of her, and threw it at the door as he closed it behind him.

Just as Rafe started to get settled on the lounge chair by the pool, the sun hot on his chest and face, the patio door opened and the girls came outside still giggling.

"Do you need to be here? Can't you take the car and like, leave?" Rafe sighed as he turned his hat back around to shield his eyes from the sun to properly glare at his sister.

"Last I checked this wasn't your house, Rafe. So, we're staying. Deal with it, or go back inside." Sarah replied with a roll of her eyes as she stepped into the pool.

Rafe let out a long, dramatic sigh as he pulled his hat down over his eyes but kept it high enough that he was able to see the pool just under the brim. He crossed his arms over his chest and listened intently to the conversation the girls were having.

"So, you and Anthony are done?" Sarah asked as she waded further into the water.

"So done. Couldn't be more done." Evie stated firmly, and Rafe heard the sound of clothing drop to the deck of the pool.

"That's what you said the last time, and then I had to come pick you up from that party and your knees were all scratched up -" Sarah stated a smirk evident in her voice.

Rafe's ears perked up at the turn the conversation was taking. He knew his sister had a tendency to pick friends that were less than good influences on her. But this? Oh, he would stay and listen to this.

"And that's why I got these done. It's my gift to myself for kicking that loser to curb. And my constant reminder every time I see it." Evie replied with a laugh.

Rafe was beyond curious as to the gift she had given herself. His mind raced as he thought of all the possibilities. And he had not even known she was with someone until that moment. Rafe pulled his hat back up over his eyes, squinting against the sunlight, then stood up from the lounge chair as not to seem like he had been eavesdropping.

But he was.

"Oh, Rafe Cameron! Wait up." Evie called after him as he headed back into the house to grab another beer.

Rafe gave the door a push to keep it open for her as he continued his walk inside the house again, the air conditioning cool on his skin. He opened the fridge doors once more, but felt uncomfortable, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as he felt a pair of eyes on him.

"Stop staring at me." He ordered as he grabbed another beer and closed the door of the refrigerator harshly.

"Just waiting for you to move, Rafe Cameron." Evie smiled while she leaned against the island counter, her sunglasses pushed up on the top of her head as her eyes scanned his body.

"Can just ask." Rafe grumbled as he shifted out of the way, flicking the tab of his beer can. He felt uncomfortable under her gaze but also confident, and powerful. He didn't know which way to go.

Witch.

"Thank you." She nodded as she made her way passed him to open the doors of the fridge again and peered inside.

Rafe looked over at her through the corner of his eye as best he could, trying to figure out what she had been talking to Sarah about. What was the gift? He cursed his inquiring mind with a bite of his top lip and quickly turned on his heel to leave again.

"Oh, wait. Rafe? Can you help me? I can't reach the glasses up there." Evie asked with a strain in her voice.

Rafe turned around again with a sigh, placing his beer down on the counter then walked back over to the short girl trying to reach a glass in the high up cabinets. He easily reached above her head, grabbed a glass and placed it in front of her.

"There you go." Rafe mumbled as his fingertips trailed over the countertop as he backed up a little to give her some space.

"Thanks, Rafe Cameron." Evie nodded as she turned around to face him, leaning against the counter.

It was then as she was leaned up against the counter, arms holding her body up as Rafe noticed what Evie had been telling Sarah about all along. It had been under his nose, and under her tiny t-shirt the whole time.

"Who's Anthony?" Rafe asked with a clear of his throat he hoped wasn't too obvious before he pointed to her nipples, pierced, very visible through her white t-shirt.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Evie grinned as she got close to him, close enough that he could smell the chlorine from the pool on her and whatever perfume she used. She brushed by him, her nipples grazing his bare arm as she exited the kitchen and Rafe shivered.

Witch. Bitch....fuck, she's hot.

Rafe growled low in his chest as he turned around, grabbed his beer and took a big drink. He pushed the door open to the pool area again and stalked out to see Evie sitting on the pool deck, her feet in the water as Sarah floated on an obnoxious flotation device shaped like a swan.

"You didn't bring a suit, Evie?" Rafe muttered as he took another generous sip of his beer and placed it on the table beside his lounge chair.

"This is my suit." She replied as she kicked a leg out of the water.

"A white t-shirt and bikini bottoms?" Rafe inquired, attempting to keep his tone even.

She didn't reply, only tossed him a smile as she placed her leg back in the water while she leaned back on her hands. She extended her neck back, letting the sun hit her face as she let out a content sigh.

Rafe didn't like to be teased.

"Sarah, go pick up Wheezie." Rafe ordered as he finished off his beer and adjusted his hat on his head, turning the brim backwards.

"Why do I have to do it? You're the one with no friends and nothing to do." Sarah replied with a glare over the the neck of the swan.

"I'll get us all dinner if you go and pick her up. I don't like that Samuel kid she hangs out with." Rafe grumbled as he leaned back in the chair.

"Do you like anyone?" Sarah sighed as she pulled herself over to the edge of the pool and climbed out.

Sarah asked Evie if she wanted to come along, but Evie declined. She said she would stay here, dry off and make sure that Rafe didn't fuck up the dinner choice for them all.

"You want a beer, Evie?" Rafe asked once Sarah had left and it was just the two of them and the tension he wasn't sure how to label.

The two of them stood in the kitchen, looking through take out menus and avoided conversation. Rafe's eyes flickered over the top of the menu he was pretending to read and zeroed in on her nipples, still visible through her shirt and he was reeling.

"You should change your shirt before Wheezie gets back." Rafe mumbled as he quickly looked back at the menu in his hands so she didn't catch him staring.

"For whose benefit? Hers or yours, Rafe Cameron?" Evie smirked as she tossed the menu she was holding onto the counter, then leaned on her forearms and looked up at him.

"Listen. Maybe this Anthony character liked to be teased and have you shove your tits in his face, but I don't. So quit it." Rafe growled as he dropped his own menu to the floor and reached over the counter to take hold of her face, making her look right into his eyes.

"You don't like my tits?" She questioned, hands pressed to the counter as she started to climb onto it to get closer to him. The other shoe starting to drop.

"I love them." Rafe practically whined as Evie climbed onto the counter and crawled over to him. He tugged off her still wet t-shirt, dropping it to the floor before he reached for her breasts.

"Gentle!" She hissed with a yank of his hair as he tugged at either of the steel bars that pierced her nipples.

"Hurts?" Rafe breathed out as his nose brushed over hers, his palms kneading her breasts a little more gently as he let her pull on his hair.

"Not too much. You just look like you can get rough." She muttered as her other hand reached for his bicep and squeezed.

"Can be, yeah. Won't be this time if you don't want that." Rafe exhaled while his lips got closer to hers. She still smelled like chlorine, and her perfume was some sort of flower he couldn't name. He loved it.

Evie twisted her fingers into the hair at the back of his head and pulled his lips to hers, the other shoe finally dropping. Rafe groaned against her mouth as he released his hold on her chest in favour of wrapping his arms around her instead, pulling her close against him.

"Don't bite! Your sister will notice the marks." Evie gasped when Rafe removed his lips from his and kissed down to her collarbone, sinking his teeth into her skin still warm from the sun.

"Give you one of my shirts. Have to cover these anyways." Rafe mumbled into her clavicle as he reached up to palm at her breasts again.

"Because Sarah and Wheezie coming home to me in your clothes isn't more suspicious, Rafe." She scolded as she reached for his hair to tug his face up, making him look at her.

"Let me worry about them." Rafe growled as he grabbed her hips to lift her off the counter then placed her on the cool tiled floor in front of him. He spun her around and pulled her bikini bottoms down her legs, his breath in his throat at the naked woman in front of him.

"Here?!" She squealed as she tossed a frantic look over her shoulder at him, eyes wide as she waited for his next move. Rafe ran his hands from her shoulders down her back to her hips, simply admiring her form.

"Too much for you?" Rafe grinned, an eyebrow raised to challenge her.

"So, teasing is okay as long as you're the tease?" Evie shivered as her head dropped down, forehead pressed to the countertop as Rafe reached around to roll her nipples between his fingers again.

"Yes." Rafe stated simply, as if this were a fact she should have known upon walking into Tannyhill. He bent down to press a kiss to the back of her neck, a groan in the back of his throat as she pushed back into him.

"C'mon, Rafe." Evie whined as her right hand reached back to pull at his hair as he bit down on the creased of her neck while he untied his swim shorts, letting them fall to his feet.

"You're so whiny. So bratty. I fucking hate it." Rafe growled into her neck as he lined himself up with her entrance, choking out a breath at how wet she felt against him.

"Are you sure?" She exhaled and Rafe could hear the smile on her face.

Fucking witch. Beautiful, pierced, whiny, wet and warm fucking witch.

"If you wanna keep this gentle I suggest you keep your mouth shut, sweetheart." Rafe breathed in her ear as he pressed his tip inside of her, and he swore his heart stopped for a second as she clenched around him.

Her back arched and she let out a pathetic little whine that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he sunk inside of her completely. She reached a hand back to grab his wrist, her nails deep in his skin as he settled inside of her to let her adjust to his size.

"Damn." Rafe groaned as he pulled his hips back, fingertips pressed into the skin of her hips to keep her steady as he thrust back in. He sunk his teeth into her neck again, loving the way she bounced back into him when he did.

"More, Rafe. Please." Evie begged breathlessly, her neck extended to the side to let him mark her up. Rafe pulled his calloused fingers over her hips and up to her breasts again, kneading them before he rolled her nipples between his fingers.

"Hate how good you feel. Goddammit, Evie." Rafe growled while he wrapped one arm around her chest to pull her close while his other hand reached between her legs.

"Shit! Too much!" Evie gasped, her eyes wide when Rafe gave a firm thrust that sent her forward to the countertop once more. Her nails scratched over his forearm as he pressed his middle finger to her clit, finding it easily.

"Can't handle it?" Rafe grunted as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his middle finger circling her clit as he pounded into her from behind.

"Fuck you, Rafe Cameron." Evie sobbed out, back arched as she pulled one hand down his forearm and the other reached back to pull at his hair.

"You already are, and I can fucking feel you coming. You always this easy? Hmm?" Rafe panted as he unwrapped his arm from her chest to press his large palm to her collarbone, bringing her upright against him. He wanted to wrap his hand around that delicate little neck so badly, but he would wait. She had asked him to gentler with her, and he was trying so hard.

"You're a fuc - " She cursed but was cut off by Rafe reaching up and pushing two fingers in her mouth.

"Shut up, and just cum for me." Rafe growled as he pushed his middle and index finger further in her mouth, a shiver going down his spine as he felt her tongue swirl over the pads of his fingers.

As she came around him, whining around his fingers, Rafe was reconsidering his deep hatred for Evie. He chased his own release and kept an obnoxiously bruising grip on her hip with his free hand. Rafe groaned against the back of her neck, pressing his palm flat against her stomach to keep her flush against him as he finished inside of her.

"Shit." Rafe breathed out against the back of her neck, removing his fingers from her mouth. He gave her a soft kiss below her hairline as a thank you, and he hoped she didn't feel the way his breath shook on his exhale.

"I still don't like you very much." Evie whispered as she rested her head back on his shoulder, her eyes closed as she twisted his hair between her fingers.

"Don't like you all that much either." Rafe scoffed as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, although he had to admit in that moment just the two of them in the quiet house wrapped around one another - he didn't hate her all that much.

"I might let you do that again, though. If you give me a shirt, and order me food." Evie responded, her eyes opening just a little to watch as he kissed her forehead to the tip of her nose and then her chin.

"If you don't get burned at the stake first, be happy to do that again."

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[kiribaku-queen]

The Blood King and his Queen [4]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Romance, Angst, Drama

Word count: 2.9K

Summary:  From being a mere servant girl to marrying the scariest prince in existence, your world changed right before your eyes. Exchanging places with the princess, you knew, wasn’t going to be easy. But could you have found love on the way? Or was it never meant to be?

A/N: Thank you for all the love you have given to this series so far! As I’ve said before, this is my side blog so I can’t reply directly to your comments. But I love reading them. I love reading your tags when you reblog. It really makes my day. And if I could respond to each and everyone of you, I really would because I just appreciate you so much <3 Just know that I FREAK out everytime i get a sweet comment. Like, I could comment on my main but like... thatd be weird. let me know though if youd like me to do that?

Anyway. lets get to the chapter! Happy reading :)

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After a whole days worth of exploring this new unknown, the sun began to set in the distance and the dark, night sky was quickly approaching. This led Bakugou and his soldiers to set up camp nearby. Not far away from the town you were in was a hill that came with a very beautiful view. It overlooked the entire town and when it becomes fully dark outside, that’s where the magic comes. Lanterns and torches lit up the entire place, creating this orange and red array of beautiful sunset colors.

Bakugou’s soldiers were split into three groups: setting up camp, starting the fireplace, and making food. While everyone was doing their respective tasks, you were sitting under a tree to shade you from the setting sun. Bakugou, on the other hand, wasn’t resting like how a prince normally would. He was helping along side his soldiers; talking, setting up camp, and… laughing. It was the first time you had seen him with a genuine smile on his face.

You tilted your head at the sight. He looked kind. The way he talked to his soldiers, the way he treated them, how he looked like he could be himself… was this the real prince? How could you have made him out to be this horrible person in your mind, only for him to act like a normal person?

As you were deep in thought, Bakugou couldn’t help but take a few glances at you every now and then. You were sitting all alone at the top of that hill and he was here, actively avoiding you. How could he even approach you? Forget that he was practically with you the entire day. He didn’t know how to start a conversation with you. Or with anyone for that matter. He’s not used to having a fiancée that is also a stranger. Being raised sheltered didn’t help him become a people-person. So he opted to helping set up camp. He needs something to keep him distracted from a beauty that keeps looking his way.

“Just go talk to her,” Mina, his female soldier, finally huffed. She was tired of how shy his highness was acting. It was not a sight she usually saw and if she had to take anymore of this fluffy behavior, she was going to pass away.

“I can’t,” Bakugou gave up so easily.

“What do you mean you can’t? Nothing is stopping you from talking to her,” Mina pointed out. But still, Bakugou was reluctant to go.

“What do I even say?” he asked for advice.

“Get to know her! Ask her how her day was. Ask her what her favorite color is. She’s your fiancée, soon-to-be queen. You’re going to have to spend the rest of your life with her. Ya might as well get comfortable with her when you have the chance,” Mina pushed Bakugou slightly towards your direction. Yet, he still wasn’t budging on his own. The female solider groaned and put her hands on her hips.

“I didn’t say you had to fall in love with her. At least try to be friends!” Bakugou’s face became flushed upon hearing the god forsaken L word. He became so flustered that he couldn’t even talk straight.

“W-Who said anything about… l-love,” his voice became quiet at the end.

“Go on, your highness,” she joked, taking the wood from his hands. “Give me this, and go talk to her,” she said one last time and faced away to continue setting up camp. With a deep exhale, Bakugou finally turned to you and walked up the hill.

You saw his highness making his way up the hill to you. Your breath hitched in your throat and you became stiff. By the time Bakugou had taken a seat next to you, you had already straightened your back to create the perfect posture, as a princess should.

There was an awkward silence at first. You and Bakugou just sat in front of that tree while you watched everyone do their job in setting up camp. It took a few moments for Bakugou to clear his throat and finally talk to you.

“How are you enjoying your trip so far?” he asked. That should be a good start, he thought. He glanced at you and got a glimpse at your big, doe-like eyes. You were a bit surprised that he was talking to you in such a civil manner but also made you relax.

“I’m very much enjoying it. It’s the most fun I’ve ever had,” you told him truthfully, childish excitement twinkled in your eyes.

“I’m glad,” Bakugou replied, still flustered at your reaction. He wasn’t expecting such an innocent response from you. You definitely are different from other princesses he’s encountered. But the conversation ends there. Back to silence once again. It was until curiosity got the best of you. You didn’t think about it and went ahead and just said it.

“Your people aren’t scared of you,” you commented. You didn’t realize how insensitive the comment was until it came out of your mouth. You wanted smack yourself in the head but it already came out. You forgot for a moment that you had to pretend to be the princess. And the princess would think before she spoke. But your dumbass thought it was smart to just say whatever came to your head.

“Why, are they supposed to be scared of their prince?” Bakugou asked. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. What do you even say to that? Do you address the rumors you’ve heard?

“I-um,” you stutter. Stupid, stupid! Why did you even say that? After you thought the prince wasn’t actually all that bad, he was going to hate you now.

“I see the rumors travel far,” he says. He shifts in his seat, allowing himself to lay back on his elbows. “It’s not like my people don’t know about the rumors. Even I know about them. They just don’t know what their prince looks like.” He opens up to you. Unlike his brothers, Bakugou likes to hide his face from his people. And he does it well. He wanted to make sure that his identity was hidden and wasn’t made known to anybody. This was the only way that he was able to leave the palace and roam around freely in his kingdom without fear from his people.

“Why would you hide your identity?” you ask, curiously. You’ve never heard of a prince or princess hiding themselves from their people. It was only natural that they are bathed in glory and loved from the public. To hide your identity, you are stripped away from a certain power that only they could hold.

“Because I wouldn’t be able to do this,” he says, opening his arms up to the world. You looked out and couldn’t understand what he was trying to say. Bakugou saw the confusion in your face and chuckled.

“I wouldn’t be able to enjoy this freedom. This open air. I wouldn’t have been able to see my kingdom for how it really is. I wouldn’t have been able to be here with you.” You finally meet his eye and you guys hold each other’s stare. That’s when you understood. You could see his story through his eyes. Although you couldn’t see all of it, you understood at least a little. You could see the pressures and difficulties of being the prince, the Blood Prince no less.

Bakugou opens his mouth to say something else but quickly shuts it. He decided that it wasn’t the time to tell you just yet. You caught that little act and frowned.

“What is it?” you ask. Bakugou shakes his head and disregards it.

“In due time, princess,” he says. Before you could rebuttal, Kirishima calls you both down from the bottom of the hill.

“Dinner’s ready!” he shouts. Without a moment’s hesitation, Bakugou is already on his feet to head down. You, on the other hand, take a little longer to head down. Thanks to your dress, you had to gather it, careful not to step on it while getting up. A hand appears in front of your face and you looked up to see the owner. The prince had offered his hand to you while looking away shyly.

Little did you know, Bakugou had planned on doing that. He was already heading down to where the hot food was being poured out in bowls. But Mina had turned to him furious and motioned for him to go back. Bakugou couldn’t understand what she was trying to do. So Mina had physically act out him offering his hand to you as a romantic gesture. Clueless Bakugou did just that. And that simple act made your face heat up.

You and Bakugou made it to campfire with your arm around his. His soldiers held back their snickers and smiles and handed you each your dinner. Inside your bowl was a hot serving of porridge with meat and vegetables to fill you up. The smell was immaculate. You couldn’t wait to taste it. One sip of the porridge and your eyes lit up.

“Delicious!” you exclaimed, downing more of the food.

“I’m glad it’s to your liking, princess,” Sero, another one of Bakugou’s soldiers, bowed in respect while addressing you.

“It’s the only thing he’s good at,” Denki, another one of Bakugou’s trusted soldiers, poked fun at him.

“At least I’m good at something. You’re not good at anything!” Sero bit back and a round of laughter filled the air.

“I’m good at a lot of things!” Denki tried to defend himself.

“Yeah? Name 5 things right now!” Mina joined in. There was more laughter around the campfire when Denki paused to think about his answer. Even Bakugou was giving a hearty laugh at his soldiers joking around.

It was interesting. To see Bakugou’s true self come out around his comrades, or more like his closest friends. Who knew that the angry, scary Blood Prince could smile so wide like this? If you told the girls that the oh so famous Blood Prince wasn’t actually the scary killer we all knew, they’d laugh in your face.

Not long after dinner, you found yourself yawning. Nightfall was already upon you. Since you still had a long way to go for your trip, Bakugou advised you to sleep early so you could depart as soon as possible when the sun rose. Fortunately for you, the tent was already set up. You got into the tent and waited patiently for Bakugou.

This made your heart race. This was the first time you guys were sleeping together and you weren’t wedded yet. Was this okay to do? His soldiers were sleeping a bit farther away to give their prince and his fiancée some privacy. It’s not like you two were going to do anything. Just the thought of having him next to you while you slept in this small tent was something you thought you’d never do. But it couldn’t be avoided. You just had to breath and calm down. It won’t be for long anyway.

You continuously away for Bakugou but he never comes. You peek out the tent and he’s laying out on the grass, hands behind his head and eyes already closed.

“Um,” you speak out and Bakugou peeks one eye out. “Are you not coming in?” you ask.

“The tent is for you, princess,” he says nonchalantly and closes his eyes again. You frown at this.

“Do you not have a tent?” you question.

“I’m used to sleeping on the ground. Don’t worry about me, you should get some rest,” he continues to say with eyes closed. That didn’t sit right with you. It gets very chilly at night. Without any coverage, he’s bound to get cold. It wasn’t fair that you very comfy inside this tent while he is outside in the cold. The more you’re around him, the more your image of him changes. Everything he is doing and saying is making you think differently of him.

You gather your blanket and plop right down next to him. Bakugou jumps and sits up when you get situated in your new sleeping spot.

“What?” you ask, looking up at him.

“What are you-” he couldn’t even finish his question because he is so speechless.

“I’m not going to let you sleep out here by yourself. Come,” you pat the grass next to you. “Lay down.”

Still shocked with confusion, he lays down next to you. Now you were shoulder to shoulder. Going through a roller coaster of emotion, Bakugou is now freaking out because you are so close to him. His heart is beating faster and his mind was racing. There was no way he was going to be able to sleep tonight.

You thought sleeping next to him was going to be no problem. You were so tired that you wouldn’t mind sleeping next to your ‘fiancé’ and just knock out. But it seems like any signs of tiredness was thrown out the window because now you were wide awake.

Probably an hour has passed since you laid down next to the prince. Bakugou noticed that you were restless next to him, constantly moving to get comfortable but never enough that you were able to fall asleep. Should he talk to you? What does he say? Should he follow Mina’s advice?

“Are you awake?” Bakugou’s raspy voice shocked you.

“Ah, yes,” you answer, moving to lay on your back.

“What’s your favorite color?” Bakugou took the courage to ask.

“Lilac purple,” you say. “Do you have a favorite color?”

“Red,” he says simply. “Do you have a favorite food?”

“I like simple dishes like what we ate today. Porridge, soups, stews.” Well, that’s actually all you were able to eat as a servant. But he didn’t have to know that. “You?”

“Anything meat. Favorite piece of literature?” he asked. This made you pause. As a servant, you weren’t able to read anything so how could you answer this question. You tried to think back to a time when you saw the princess studying because for the love of you, you couldn’t remember any names of those books.

“Ah, there’s so many. I can’t name one,” you made up on the spot. But Bakugou believed it.

“I guess I could say the same. Hm, how about favorite animal?”

“Let’s say it at the same time,” you suggested. Bakugou smirked.

“Alright. 1,”

“2.”

“3.”

“Dragon!” you both say at the same time. But at the same time, you both rolled to your side to face each other and that led to your faces being extremely close together. You both stared at each other, wide eyed. Though both stunned, you couldn’t look away from each other. Bakugou looks down at your lips but clears his throat and looks away. You do the same and turn away from him. You cover your face in embarrassment because you saw the way he looked at you. What was that!? Bakugou balled his hands into fists and knocked his head. What was he even thinking?

The more you got into your head, the more you started to drift into sleep. Eventually, your eyes shut completely and you fell asleep. Throughout the night, Bakugou couldn’t sleep. His mind kept replaying how close your face was to his. God, he didn’t even know why his eyes steered towards your lips. As if he wasn’t embarrassed enough, he was even more so for acting like that. He peeked at you and saw you shivering from the night breeze. That blanket was so thin, it wasn’t doing anything to help protect you from the wind. So he takes his cape and wraps it around you. When he adjust the cape to cover all of you, you moved so that you were cuddling up right next to him. You were so close that he could feel your breath on him. Bakugou froze. He was afraid that if he moved, you would wake up. As silently and as slowly as he could, he laid back down with you practically on his chest. Huh, you were so warm for someone who was shivering. It was only a minute that you were on him and he felt his eyes getting heavier with every passing second. Eventually, he falls asleep with you resting in his arms.

The next morning, Kirishima and the rest of the crew wake up early to pack and get ready for the rest of the journey. Kirishima brings Denki along to head up the hill where you and Bakugou were still sleeping. As soon as your sleeping bodies came into view, Kirishima stopped dead in his tracks. You were fully resting on top of his chest, your arm wrapped around his upper body. While Bakugou had a hand under you, wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on top of your head. Kirishima’s eyes softened at the sight. But it was all ruined when Denki got too excited and smacked the red head next to him.

“Dude! You see what I’m seeing?!” Denki whisper shouted. Kirishima rolled his eyes, grabbed his shoulders and turned him around.

“You’re gonna wake them up you idiot!” he scolded, and forced back down the hill to give you guys your privacy.

The sun hit your face just perfectly for you to wake up naturally. You stretched your arms and yawned. At the same time, Bakugou was also just getting up. The moment your eyes saw each other and saw how you were positioned, blush immediately appeared around your cheeks and you both separated from each other. Thank god you guys woke up before anyone saw you like that, you thought. But the soldiers had already seen you two together.

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[ventiskies]

Lone Traveler | Venti

pairing: venti x hurt! reader

summary: you often clear out hilichurl camps with amber and the knights but the one time you do it alone, something had to happen to you. fortunately, a certain (cute) bard had came to your rescue and come to send you back.

a/n: my first genshin fic!! of course it had to be venti hehe, hope you like it and massive apologies if he’s ooc/for any errors! send requests if youd like >3<

Fighting the hilichurls at night had become a hobby you recently developed after going out on random ‘clearing’ trips with the Knights of Favonius, specifically Amber, who on every occasion after the mission, treats you and Paimon to Good Hunter’s sticky honey roast.

All of you were a good team, whenever there was a bigger monster, you knew someone would always have your back, and every mission had always presented success, the worst injuries only being a few deep scratches that Barbara could heal easily.

But one day, you had decided that it was probably the perfect time to go out and venture alone. The knights were busy and feeling confident fighting by yourself, you had taken the opportunity. Paimon had stayed back, claiming that she doesn't want to go if the day wouldn't end with honey roast (not that she helps anyways), but you hadn’t minded, saying that you were just going not far out and if you don't return by morning, then she should maybe try and find you.

Though seeing as you had never done a solo venture out of Mondstadt before, it was no surprised you had gone lost in the woods as soon as you had entered the thick trees.

You had been walking for a while, and suddenly, you saw a small campfire. Assuming it was a friendly traveler such as yourself and in with your heart that had been beating with slight fear and uneasiness, you had quickly ran towards them without thinking twice hoping they would help you find your way back before the sun rose. but when you got closer, you had realized it was in fact, not a person. and when you had come to that conclusion, it had been too late as the first monster that had spotted you shot an arrow directly towards you, alarming the rest of the batch.

This was bad

You successfully were able to avoid the first arrow, but the moment got you distracted and in a blink of an eye, you found yourself being pushed and thrown by the force of a shield of a Mitachurl charging full speed at you. you feel your feet start to burn as they were dragged against the rough grass, and the painful sensation as you hit headfirst against the rubble. 

“Ouch...” you groan quietly, reaching out to rub your head, but the moment you had pulled back, the hilichurls roared, as if releasing a battle cry to alarm the others.

Fuck

Deciding to be smart, you had gotten up and ran (half limped) away, finding it difficult to outrun the group of monsters but managing to get far enough to be out of sight from them who you definitely took note to deal with in the morning,

Or make someone else deal with them, you had thought as you sat down on the stone, thankful that you were able to trudge towards the big tree just outside Mondstadt and inspected the damage it had done to you. only then had you realized that the hand you had used to cover your head was sticky and moist, and the moment you focused, you saw it was red. you were bleeding.

Just great.

You looked up at the sky, blanketing Teyvat with litters of stars that had offered a little comfort at the moment;  and released a small sigh. it was dark and you were lost, although you could just take the path back to Mondstadt, there was a high chance the monsters were waiting for you as stupid as they could be, and you really didn't think you could fight them at the moment with the gash on your leg and your bleeding head.

You shut your eyes tight, silently wishing that you hadn't decided to be so brave and venture on your own and regretting not forcing Paimon to come with you. this was it, you were over. sometimes you wished your other sibling was here for you. they’d know what to do.

But not a minute later, you feel it. a light breeze, a gust of wind passing just through you, as if gently caressing. you shivered, what was that?

It had been too brief to be a random wind passing, and when you opened your eyes, you understood why.

The moment you opened your eyes, you found yourself staring back into an unfamiliar pair of aqua orbs, wide and curious staring right into your soul, extremely close for your comfort. so naturally, as one who had just opened their eyes after trying to calm down after a fight and had assumed was alone would do, you screamed at the top of your lungs and moved back, trying to get as far as the strange person was from you.

“Woah, hey- calm down!” the person says, alarmed that you had started to run away from him. he starts to walk closer to you, and you assumed he was about to shut your mouth from how he had both hands outstretched over each other, so you only screamed harder.

“Okay, okay! I won't hurt you, see? I’m not going to hurt you,” he says gently, eyes wide as if he was also afraid, trying to calm you down, and once you did, he smiles, “there we go. hey there! the name’s Venti, you okay?”

“What?” you asked in disbelief, because who was this person?! Why was he here? Were you being kidnapped? Is this a dream?

Venti frowns, “hey, don't look at me like that!” he says feigning offence, “you’re y/n, right? I saw you running away from those monsters earlier, you got beat really bad,”

“H-How did you know...?” you asked, slowly standing up, looking up at him as he had been taller than you, “and I’m a traveler and I know how to fight, I just... got surprised,” you insisted, not wanting to seem weak in front of the boy. you couldn’t see well, but you could tell he had dark blue to black hair with short twin braids (that strangely reminded you of the statue of the seven that had granted you with the power of anemo just before you had arrived in mondstadt). 

He looked so familiar, yet you were certain you had never seen him.

“Oh, I just know,” he smiles, offering you a hand, “can you stand?”

“Are... are you from Mondstadt?” you ask, hesitant to take his hand. you glance down at his vision, a proud anemo symbol displayed on it. you hear Venti chuckle.

“Yeah!” he says, “but, not always. I mean,” he pauses, “if you’ll try to find me there, you won't be able to. I’m a bard,” he adds, as if it would help you understand better, “but you can trust me, don’t worry. I know this place well,”

“I’m perfectly capable,” you shook your head at his claims, “where did you even come from?!”

“I told you! I saw you running from those hilichurls and decided to come and help,” he pouts, arm dropping to his side, “Come on, you're hurt. I know you're capable but... I’ll-I’ll just bring you back to Mondstadt so I can know you arrived safely, promise!”

“I dont know...” you look around, fiddling with your fingers in fear. it was dark, and you weren't usually afraid of it or even the least bit bothered, but with what you had endured just minutes before, you were surely not going to return alone. 

Sensing this, Venti breaks into a smile, “great! come on, now, I wouldn't let a fellow traveler go back alone! especially not the honorary knight!”

Deciding not to ask how he knew these things, you decided to take his hand and follow his lead towards Mondstadt, or at least, hope you were heading there now. you didn’t want to trust this self proclaimed ‘bard’, but the options were limited, and you really didn’t want to choose death in the obvious sense, which was in the hands of a hilichurl, probably found by Paimon a few hours later.

On your way back, you find out that Venti was definitely talkative. he had asked you a bunch of questions, and even offered to sing you some of his songs. the sun had slowly begun to rise just far into the horizon as you listened to the bard’s chatter, casually slipping in a few jokes that had the two of you laughing so hard that you had to stop for a moment at one point. and although he might be doing it out of pity for your bleeding (now dried up) head, you still felt warm whenever he talked passionately about Mondstadt and its people as if he ruled over them, albeit being quite mischievous.

You found your chemistry somewhat a match, as if… as if you had met him before.

Thankfully, there weren’t any hilichurls blocking the path on the way, so you didn’t have to deal with them anymore (or at least, for the time being. it was as if they had all left as soon as Venti arrived... or he had cleared them out the moment he saw you running away from them. either way, you were thankful the journey wasn't bothered)

“Here we are! Mondstadt! the city of freedom!” Venti smiles, his smile on par with the rising sun’s as he finally lets your hand go the moment you arrive at the bridge- that had been the moment you realized he had been holding your hand the whole time. gosh, I really trusted someone to bring me home.

“Well, I did bring you home, didn’t I?” Venti laughs, and you bite your cheek, feeling flustered that you had accidentally said your thought out loud, “I guess this is where we part!”

“Huh?” you asked, dumbfounded, “wait, where will you be going?”

Venti merely smiles, bowing dramatically for a brief moment, “around,” he states vaguely, “farewell, young one!”

“You’re saying that as if you’re not young yourself,” you mumbled, and at that, Venti bursts out laughing, causing you to look at him weirdly, “what? Isn’t that true?”

“you have no idea how many times I get that,” he wipes a tear dramatically, “well, until we meet again, traveler! be careful next time, or i might as well have to find you again,” he jokes, before waving you off, walking away from the bridge and back out the path and into the woods, where he disappears through the thick trees without turning back.

What an odd person. 

So the next day, when you had ventured further than the usual route the knights cleared out, you silently hope you’d find him again.

[collecting-stories]

Shotgun - JJ (Outer Banks)

Request: Hi! I love your writingg💞 if youd like can you do a jj fic where the reader is in love with him for a long time and one day kiara (her bff) just blurts it out while they were drunk or smth? You can make it take a sad turn or fluff✨ 

Request: #18 from the kiss list with JJ? :) 

A/N: I wrote this whole thing and then I deleted it and started over because I didn’t like any of it so this is attempt number two. 

Outer Banks Masterlist

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“Come here,” JJ reached across the space separating the two of you, grabbing your wrist. It far too early in the morning to be awake let alone for JJ to be already smoking but it’s been a rough night and you didn’t want him to feel like you were criticizing him for being upset. He pulled on your wrist and with your freehand you grabbed the edge of the hot tub, trying not to fall in. You weren’t entirely sure how long John B planned to be on that fishing trip with Ward, all any of you knew was that you were supposed to be ready when he got back. 

“JJ,” you warned as he held your hand up, a joint between his lips, and guided your fingers into a fist with his hands. “JJ I already told you I’m not shotgunning.”  

When he’d asked earlier if you wanted a hit you had claimed that you didn’t feel like passing the joint back and forth, it was annoying and he always ended up hogging it anyway. You’d get barely two tokes and he’d have the rest of the joint smoked before you were done exhaling. Besides, you hadn’t really been alone with JJ since Kiara’s brilliant drunken announcement at the beginning of summer. You’d hung out, it’d be insane to assume that you would forgo your chance to take part in this gangbusters gold hunt just because of one embarrassing moment.  

-

It had just been the five of you at the Chateau with beer heisted from various places. John B had found some of his dad’s old liquor in the cabinet beneath the sink and Kiara had helped herself to the Jose Cuervo, claiming that she was seasoned enough to handle it. Drinking it straight from the bottle contradicted that statement but it didn’t really matter, she was fun when she was drunk. She’d tell anyone anything, but she was fun.  

Halfway through the bottle, while dancing with JJ, she finally hit ‘drunk enough to spill everyone’s deepest secrets’. She was also too drunk to whisper. You were sitting with John B and Pope when Kiara wrapped her arm around JJ’s neck and drew him in close like she was going to tell him something she didn’t want anyone to hear.  

Of course, everyone heard her tell him that you liked him, she even pointed at you as she spoke, as if he didn’t already know who you were.  

“She’s like totally in love with you!” Kiara exclaimed, smile brightening her features, “she talks about you all the time. She’s like ‘oh my god did you see JJ today he looked so hot’ and ‘I wish JJ didn’t just think of me as a friend’. And she said she was sick last weekend when she left the party but it was cause you hooked up with that touron.”  

“I’ve never seen her this drunk before,” John B whispered.  

You were too busy trying to shrink into the sofa cushions to worry about John B’s attempt to make excuses for her. Your whole body was warm with embarrassment and, as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t stop staring at JJ. He, of course, was staring right at you, speechless for once. Kiara was giggling as Pope attempted to guide her into a chair and convince her to drink water.  

“I should-” you stood up, grabbing your backpack and heading for the front door. Despite the beer fogging up your brain you managed to run all the way home. You couldn’t believe Kiara had told JJ, and everyone else in the room, that you liked him. You knew she was drunk but that was a sworn secret.  

-

After Cuervo-gate, as Kiara had dubbed it following the massive stream of texts and calls apologizing had finally subsided, you decided your best plan of action was to pretend nothing had ever happened. And also to never, ever, be alone with JJ. If you weren’t alone with him than you could just be friends and distract yourself with other people and he couldn’t tell you how he didn’t like you back. That plan had worked all summer until you were certain that he didn’t even remember the night in question.  

Maybe that was why you let your guard down long enough to come outside and sit with him.  

“This will work, trust me.” He nodded his head toward your hand, comically puffing his cheeks out. You rolled your eyes, scooting closer to him and leaning in. You pressed your mouth to one end of your fist while JJ pressed his mouth to the other end, eyes meeting yours. You felt your heart beat pick up at the close proximity but you tried to stay calm. JJ released his breath, smoke pouring out from the spaces between your fingers. You pulled away a little prematurely, JJ still holding your wrist in one hand.

“Well that was the bust I said it would be.”  

“You didn’t have your hand fisted right.”  

“That’s what she said,” you mumbled and JJ snorted out a laugh. The joint went back between his lips while he maneuvered your fingers around again to try and meld them into a fist. “It’s not gonna work JJ.”

“Oh ye of little faith.”

You were right though, just like last time the smoke seeped out of your fist but even less made it into your mouth. While the problem could’ve easily been that you had never actually shotgunned before you were blaming it on the close proximity between you and JJ. It was bad enough that whenever he was around, your entire body felt like it was overloaded with butterflies, but with him so close you were practically melting. When it didn’t work he slumped against the seat, somewhat defeated that his plan hadn’t worked.

“Just pass me the blunt...we’ll survive.” You said, holding out your hand.  

JJ passed the blunt to you. He watched as you placed it between your lips, inhaling, and he smiled. As you moved the blunt away from your mouth JJ was quick to move, grabbing your jaw and leaning forward, mouth just barely over yours. You tried to close your mouth but his fingers dug in to your jaw, working your mouth open. He inhaled as the smoke you were holding in seeped out of your mouth. His eyes were open, staring at you.  

You pulled away when he had exhaled, leftover smoke seeping out his nose and mouth. “Don’t do that, you scared me.”

“I told you shotgunning would work.” He replied, proud smile on his face.  

“Hardly.” You replied.  

He took the blunt back from you and took a hit, raising an eyebrow at you as he repeated his actions, this time more deliberate because he wasn’t taking you by surprise. You kept your lips parted as JJ leaned in, this time just brushing his lips against yours, an action easy enough to play off as an accident. He exhaled, practically blowing the smoke into your mouth. You were too busy staring at his face close up that you completely missed the shotgun.  

You pulled back, coughing more from embarrassment than anything, JJ’s hand dropping from your face as you turned away from him. “I should see if Kiara and Pope are up yet.”

“Hey, wait-” JJ reached for you again, this time settling on the hem of your shirt as you stood on the bench in the hot tub. “You aren’t mad about this right?”

Kiara and Pope had been livid until they saw the bruises from his dad. You’d been shocked by the extent of the injuries as well but you hadn’t been mad about him blowing the 25k. As easy as it was to brush JJ off as reckless you knew he would never do something to compromise his friends unless he was really hurting.

“No.”

“So, what are you mad about?”

“I’m not. I'm fine.” You replied, crossing your arms and looking back toward the house. He still had a grip on your shirt.  

“You’ve been weird all summer. Is it cause of what Kie said?” JJ asked, “she was just drunk, you know how she gets.”

“She wasn’t just drunk JJ,” you sighed, he was your best friend, you couldn’t lie to him. And this adventure had the air of life or death attached to it that had you thinking regrets weren’t worth having. “She was telling the truth.”

“So why’d you split?”  

“Because then you wouldn’t be able to tell me that you didn’t like me and I could pretend none of it happened.” You replied, “I was avoiding you because I thought you’d want to talk about it.”

“Hey! You guys are up, I want to work on the pulley. I think I figured it out.” Pope called from the porch, breaking the bubble you’d created.  

You turned to look over at him, JJ still holding your shirt and offering a thumbs up with his other hand. “We’ll be right there.” You promised. Pope nodded, heading back inside to get Kiara.  

JJ finally let you go, getting out of the hot tub. He held his blunt between his lips and put his hands out, offering you help.  

“I did climb into this on my own.” You noted.  

“Just let me.” JJ wrapped an arm around your waist and you held on as he lifted you over the side of the hot tub and placed you on the ground.  

“We should head in-”  

“I would’ve told you I liked you too, if you hadn’t cut out.” JJ finally said, pulling you back into the conversation you had been trying to get out of a second time.  

“What?”

“What, you thought I didn’t? Come on, you know me better than that. I would’ve told you that I like you and that I wouldn’t fuck this up.” He replied. He turned as he moved passed you, walking backwards toward the Chateau, “you coulda been macking on me all summer but you had to play it cool.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” You exclaimed, “JJ! Wait!”

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pro hero deku sad that all might died before he could see him become #1 hero? (just read the lyrics of you’re not there by lukas graham :3)

so, yeah. um ouch. thanks, kiri this hurt. i hope i did this prompt justice of the plus ultra sort. it jumps around a little bit but yeah.

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I only got you in my stories

And you know I tell them right

"Once, a long time ago, there was a hero. This hero saved millions, across many lands. He was revered. This hero was brave. 

"One time the hero was responding to an emergency, pulling thousands of people from the wreckage of a burning bus. And he saved them all himself." The storyteller paused his story for a moment, a smile spreading over his face as the group of children oohed and ahhed over the story. "What wasn't very well known is that near the end of the hero's life, he was a teacher, teaching the next generation of heroes. He would continue to fight for these children even as he started getting weaker."

"Do you think he would be proud of those new heroes if he was still around, Mr. Deku?" A small voice chimed in from the middle of the group of kids. Izuku took a moment to ponder this question, humming softly, running a hand through his hair as he thought. 

He looked at the kid who had asked and gestured for them to come to him. When they got up to him, he lifted them up. "What's your name, young hero?"

"My name is Rin!" They smiled big. Izuku was more sure that it was because they were in the number one hero's lap at the moment and not that they were excited to say their name. 

"Well, Rin. That's a good question. The hero put a lot of faith into his students. While he taught them all, a lot of things happened. I'd like to say he would be proud of us—of his students." Izuku left the session on that last thought, the question rumbling around in his mind. 

Would All Might really be proud of his students? Would he be proud of how far Izuku has come to be Number One? 

I never got to say goodbye

I wish I could ask for just a bit more time

If Izuku were to look back at all that had happened during his time at UA and a bit after, he wouldn't change a lot. Maybe a few things with how he interacted with classmates. Maybe even how he reacted to All Might's death. 

It had been hard to find out that his mentor had passed, even harder when he found out while he was out of the country. He had wanted tk get some out of country experience to understand more, so he went traveling for a while. 

A late night call with Kacchan, a sparring session with a few punching bags. He wound up going on a patrol to let off steam and ended up trying to bust a case he had been working on. It hadn't ended well.  The time he spent in the hospital was eye opening and he got on the soonest flight he could back to Japan. 

He knew he was too late for the funeral, but he knew that they wouldn't be taking the memorial for him down for a long while. 

He remembers the scream that came out of his throat, leaving it ragged and hoarse. He remembers the hurt that coiled through his system. He remembers the tears that streamed from his eyes and hit the poor flowers crowding the area. 

You're not there

To celebrate the man that you made

You're not there

To share in my success and mistakes

Is it fair?

He can see the path to Number One easily. He has to make it to number one. Even if All Might can't watch him get there himself. He has to make it where All Might had faith that Izuku would get to. 

When the Hero Ceremony marking him as Number One comes around, he can't help the pain that blossoms with the image of All Might sitting next to his mother and Todoroki. He sends glances at the empty spot, wishing that the world would have been fair enough to keep his hero alive to watch him be awarded with the Number One title. 

He wishes he could see the smiling face of the deflated hero, the proud expression that would've made Izuku cry tenfold. 

As I struggle to remember how you used to look and sound

Sometimes I still think I can spot you in the crowd

If Izuku's having a particularly rough night, he will try to remember what All Might looked like, how he sounded. He can remember the tone that the old hero would use, but he can't recall the exact way that he would say it. He can't remember from memory the exact way that the strands of All Mights blond hair would fall to the sides of his face. 

There are moments when he's on patrol that he will be walking among crowds and he will hear his name. He will turn his head and look and for the briefest moment, he will see a smiling All Might. He will see him until the moment he blinks and suddenly the man that Izuku had thought he had seen is just a fan asking for an autograph. 

It's unnerving and it hurts, but he masks it with a smile and signs what the fan has for him. He smiles in the moment when he feels like smiling sho9uld be the hardest thing he is able to do. 

Time can heal your wounds if

You're strong and standing tall

I've been doing all of that, it didn't help at all

To say that Izuku has seen tragedy after tragedy, has made his way past all of the things that ruins people, is accurate, he has. But it wasn't the presence of time moving that got him through it. 

He has stood through all of the wreckage that has fallen around him; has stayed the image of strength and safety and hope. But everything aches and hurts and he is stuck. 

Izuku is stuck on a loop of grieving those that he has lost. All of the other heroes he has had to see give their lives. All Might, who prospered even through the illness that ravaged his body until his very last day. His mind plays these moments on loop, hoping to repair the holes left by them. 

Its as he lays on the ground, watching the sky, that he realizes that time hasn't healed any of the wounds left. That standing strong hasn't helped save the world. He sits up, still looking at the sky and curses how unfair the world really is. He begs for All Might to be brought back to hear his idol say for one last time that everything will be alright. 

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The Inherent Risks of Loving a Wild Man

Bill Guarnere x Reader

Summary: Word about Bill Guarnere and the NCOs going to Sink reaches you, but by the time you hear it’s been so muddled with misinformation that you think he’s dead. After hearing another person saying that he’s alive, you are let with the awful task of waiting....

Warnings: no-no words (it’s hbo/war, kids. people gonna curse), allusions to sexy times, some vv lite sexy times™, angst (kinda)

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William Guarnere was a dead man- that much you knew for sure.

The only thing you weren't sure of? 

If he was going to die by Sink’s hand or yours.

Sink, you thought ruefully to yourself, throat feeling tight again as you had an intrusive mental image of Bill crumpling to the ground after the crack of a gun. Sink has no other choice, his hands are tied.

For probably the fiftieth time that evening, you walked over to the window in the in-law unit attached to the side of the house you’d been assigned to in England. You knew better than to expect any of the NCOs to go out of their way to tell you, not with the strict curfew Sobel has imposed on them after the idiot himself led Easy astray during a training exercise.

The grandfather of the family you were staying with had told you about it in passing after coming across Dick and some others after his morning bike ride. You’d tried not to openly criticize Sobel, but when the old man mentioned a flustered soldier yelling “high-oh silver!” as he arrived late (and from the wrong direction), you hadn’t been able to hide your scowl.

“He’s going to get us killed.” Bill had grumbled to you a few days ago, after telling you about yet another catastrophic day of training. “I swear to god, Y/n, that cow-eyed bastard couldn’t find his own dick in a well-lit room—”

“I get the picture, Bill. Please don’t ever make me think about Sobel’s dick ever again.”

He’d chuckled at that, pinning your arms above your head and looking down at you with a smug grin.

“I’m awful sorry about that, Miss Y/L/N. Let me make it up to you?”

He’d kissed the air from your lungs then, and any thoughts of Sobel or death were put on the back burner….

It just seemed horribly ironic now- Sobel really was going to be the thing that gets him killed, it just hadn’t happened as straightforwardly as youd anticipated.

Headlights suddenly blind you, and your blood runs cold as you recognize it as one of the airborne’s Jeeps.

It must be Nixon, he’d tell me. Whether i want to actually hear it or not.

Your throat feels tight as the truck pulls to a stop by the front garden, and you don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until the figure that exits the car forgoes the direct footpath through the family’s garden, instead walking straight towards your window.

There’s only one person who does that, did that….

Throwing your window open, you stand on the desk beneath it and crawl out gracelessly, your limbs feeling disconnected from your body as you try to squash the painful hope trying to bubble in your chest.

The man stalks up to you, the light coming from your room illuminating the handsome, sharp, and perfectly alive face of Bill fucking Guarnere.

“Cara mia.”

He’s raised his hands to hold your face in his typical greeting kiss, that stupid grin bright on his face- as if he hadn’t been dead in your mind up until a few milliseconds ago. 

So, it was to be you to kill him. Okay then.

You clapped him across the face, palm stinging as you watched his head snap to the side. In the low light, you could see a pink handprint on his cheek and feel a little bad for hitting him so hard.

Then you remember why you’d hit him in the first place, and you get over it.

“What in the actual fuck were you thinking, pulling that shit?” 

Your voice is as sharp as your slap, slightly wavering as tears began to cloud your eyes.

“How could you even think about doing something so stupid, and not even bother to let me know…..and you don’t even say ‘goodbye’?” 

He said nothing, his face still turned away and his jaw working as you tried your very best not to yell and wake everyone in the main house up.

You then surprise the both of you by bursting into tears, throwing your arms around his neck and sobbing so hard you forget to breathe.

His arms are quick to wrap around you, pulling you impossibly close and nosing affectionately by your ear.

“Hey, don’t cry….oh darlin’, please don’t cry,” the rumble of his voice only makes you cry harder, the sound so comforting and warm and essential, and for four horrible hours you’d tried to wrap your head around the fact that the man you loved was dead and you’d never get to hear that perfect voice again.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to make you cry—”

You pull away, glaring at him tearfully. “No? What part of you either leaving the airborne- and not telling me, or getting executed for mutiny- without bothering to say anything…..What part of either of those things breaking my fucking heart are you not getting, you stupid fucking idiot?”

You shake your head, only stopping when he unwraps his arms from around you and takes your face in his hands (as he’d intended to before you smacked him).

“Did you even think about what that would do to your mother? Or your father, for that matter—?”

“I’m sorry.” he interrupts you, and when you frown at him he sighs anxiously. “Fuck, baby….”

Seeing that you weren’t going to easily forgive him, Bill wipes at your tears with his thumbs and looks at you sadly.

After standing in tense silence for a few moments, Bill pulls you into another embrace- hands hot through the material of your thermal pajama top.

“I love you.” he mumbles.

A mournful scoff escapes your throat, and he squeezes you tighter.

“Hey, listen to me...” he turns his head so he can look you in the face. Your eyes showed your doubt, and you watched as he seemed to understand just how deeply he’d hurt you.

It was uncommon for either of you to voice your affection for the other and not get an immediate echoing response, the both of you having abandoned any sort of stoicism for the other during your time in one of the Carolinas.

His dark eyes are swirling with deep regret, and you don’t think you’ve ever actually seen him remorseful before. It was heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time, seeing one of the cockiest men you knew looking at you as if you held the key to his happiness. His heart.

“I. Love. You.”

You close your eyes as he repeats the sentiment, unable to bear his intense look without wanting to start crying all over again.

“I didn’t think….well,” he cuts himself off, and when you peek at him you see that he’s nodding to himself. “Nah, that’s it. I just didn’t think. I just did because—”

“I’m not mad that you refused to follow an absolute moron into war...” you interrupt, watching as his brows furrow in confusion. You bring a hand up to wipe at the sticky tears drying on your cheeks. “Bill….losing you will kill me.”

He’s shaking his head now, whispering your name harshly. “Don’t say that—”

“I have to say it because it’s the truth. And if you love me a fraction as much as i love you, you probably already know that.”

With a tired sigh you bring your hands up to rub at his chilled ears, the cold air making your breath fog between you as you speak.

“But, I also know the reality of what’s about to happen- and I’ve made my peace with it as much as I can—” “Cara mia—”

“—because i know that i’ll at least get to see you once before we drop, before all the shit hits the fan, and I’ll get to tell you I love you..... and that if by some miracle we do both make it I’m going to marry you and then we’ll never have to do anything like this again.

“But you almost took that from me.” You swallow your sadness and rest your forehead against his. “Jesus, William….”

He kisses you sweetly, and you know he can also taste the salt of your tears as he does so. Bill’s hands are running up and down your back, following paths and trails he’d first mapped with his fingers the morning after the two of you had slept together the first time.

“Say it back,” he whispers between kisses. “I need to hear you say it back—”

“I love you.”

His hands suddenly stop, and he pulls back to look you over with a furrowed brow.

“Oh shit, darlin’, you’re barely wearing anything!” With commanding hands he turns you around and starts to march you back to your window. You had forgotten that you were just in your pajamas, feet still bare on the chilled ground.

When you climbed in he followed with silent movements, barely getting the window latched before he shirks off his outer few layers and is embracing you again, torso warm and inviting when you held him again.

“I’m gonna be pissed if you get sick, you know that right?”

He’s teasing you again, but his voice still is soft from emotion.

You smile and press a kiss to his cheek. “Yeah, Bill. I know….”

He turns his head before your next kiss lands on his cheek, resuming the sweet kiss from outside.

When you nibble at his bottom lip he groans softly, one hand knotting in your hair while the other one slid down to your backside and kneaded the supple flesh of your bottom with a hungry grip.

“You want some more, baby?” Bill’s voice has taken on a rough quality that never failed to make your heart beat faster and your stomach to curl sweetly. “Want me to show you how sorry I am?”

You shut him up with a kiss, knowing from experience that once Bill got talking like this there was only so much you could take before becoming a flustered and needy mess.

Bill takes the hint, only breaking away from you to quickly pull your shirt over your head before ducking right back in. the material of his button up is rough against your bare nipples, the peaks harder than stone ever since you’d first stepped out into the chilly night air.

His hands drew goosebumps across your back as he brushed his fingers up and down your spine, worshipping you in such a way that made all your teenage years of self-consciousness seem preposterous in hindsight.

“Fucking goddess,” he’d proclaimed once between hot open mouth kisses across your collarbones after you’d both come down from your third orgasm of the night. “If I had my way, you’d never have to cover a single goddamned inch of your body from me. Could fucking taste you whenever i wanted…”

When your hand cups him through his pants he hisses, laughing headily into your mouth.

“I’m still mad at you.” you say, pulling back so you can watch his face scrunch up attractively as you massage his stiffness.

He nods, eyes closed  as his jaw goes slack. You can’t help but feel somewhat smug at being able to elicit such a reaction from such a fiery man.

“Thought I was ‘sposed ta be taking care of you, darlin’....”

You hum, walking him backwards so the back of his knees hit your mattress. 

“Maybe I want you to suffer a little bit,” you offer as you press on his shoulder to make him sit down before you. He looks up at you, eyes heavy and breathing rough.

There’s now a clear handprint on his cheek from where you slapped him, and some flicker of sadness must show in your eyes because one of the hands that had begun tugging your pajama bottoms down your legs comes up to take the hand you’d hit him with and he kisses at your fingers sweetly.

“I’m okay with some sufferin’, ‘s long as you’re the one dealin’ it.”

You fist his hair and duck down to kiss him urgently, letting him help you step from the clothes around your ankles so you can straddle his lap. 

“C’mon, baby….I can take it.”

You respond by craning his head back and placing biting kisses down his throat.

Because as wild as Bill Guarnere was, you were still the one who’d tamed him.

And he wouldn’t just do that for anyone.

You were going to be sure he remembered that.

Even if it took all night.

(Hey kids, wrote this while trying to get through writers block a little bittle ago, and there is a part 2, so holler at ya girl if yall’er (: interested ok thank your bye)

(ALSO! I saw someone else describe Sobel as ‘cow-eyed’ in a different fic. I’m trying to find it so I can give the author credit (bc it’s a perfect description!), but if any of you guys know which one i’m talking about just dm me and i’ll link it!)

(ALSO PART TWO: let me know if you’re interested in being tagged on any future garbage I write!)

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Meeting The Bat

You finally find out about Bruce’s alter-ego

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Masterlist

warnings: swearing ,a tiny bit of angst?

a/n so no smut today unfortunately however there is a sub Bruce smut on the way and maybe another Quarantine one with Superman role-play? or just another Superman one I don’t know not to sure one that yet any way this is my latest Bruce Wayne hope you enjoy it xx

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Meeting The Bat

Being with Bruce was a dream, honestly he was the best boyfriend you could ask for however there was something that was beginning to bother you. He was protective. Well not just him even his sons were protective of you, in a sense it was sweet? he wanted to know where you'd be at all times what time you'd be back and never felt truly comfortable unless you was staying at the manor. He wasn't to pleased when you and jack made the move back to your apartment after the press had all settled down used to you both being a couple, luckily superman had popped up in Gotham taking the spotlight away from you both which you was grateful for and would probably kiss the man for it if you ever met him. Bruce insisted that you should stay with him a few more days which you knew would become weeks and then months.

You'd declined stating you were going home it was too early to move in permanently plus you were still paying rent and was still under lease. You all but ripped his head off when he offered to pay your rent for you, you will not become financially Dependent on Bruce no matter how much he'd enjoy it, which was your latest discovery he loved taking care of you in every sense, he had stolen the phone from you when you was having a problem with your energy company who had been over charging you and was refusing to pay back anything... needless to say your cheque had arrived three days ago and he had taken all of your bills off of you and made sure you was on the best deal, you suspected he actually gave them to Alfred to sort out but there was no arguing with him, his excuse was that it was his job to look after you in the end it was easier to just let him get on with it. Tho this latest overprotective bullshit was a curfew Bruce had decided that if he let you go home it was on the condition that you had a curfew... A FUCKING CURFEW!! he said it was for your own good. You didn't live in the best part of Gotham but there was many worse places, it had really got to you in all honesty more so because it had caused your first real argument. He was adamant that you shouldn't leave your home after dark that anything could happen and he couldn't loose you, for you it was the principle that just because you were together didn't mean you had to obey him....

That wasn't even in wedding vows any more for christ sake. You felt a little bad afterwards when Bruce through his hands up stalking off into the manor claiming he needed a drink, Alfred had saved the day managing to explain where all the anger came from he had lost everything once before and didn't want it to happen again Bruce was frightened of loosing you, not only that but you could be a target now that people knew who you was. You forget what he has been through, he had first hand knowledge of how quickly life could change his greatest fear is loosing what he loves. Safe to say you felt like a bitch for screaming back at him but you crept up to his study finding him distraught head in his hands you'd pulled him close kissing his head promising that you wasnt going any wear and you'd agreed to his request not to leave the house after dark and if you did you would tell him exactly where you would be and check in with him aswell as let him know when youd be home.

That was the first night you could honestly say you'd made love and not just had sex, it was slow and full of feeling he had admitted that he half expected you to leave him which you'd laughed off quickly afterwards you both felt stronger you know had a true understanding of just how much you meant to each other.

Tonight was one of those nights, you was invited out to dinner a celebration for Tom and his girlfriend now fiance's engagement. Bruce had been invited but was busy... tho your not sure what with considering it was booked for 8.30pm but you just let it go, it was a small casual dinner for people at the cafe, well it had been intended to be a small and casual dinner but Bruce insisted that they should celebrate properly and had offered up one of his swanky places for the event free of charge,he was adamant that it was also an apology for not being able to make it.

Tom and Lilly never thought they'd get a chance to eat there so had agreed. so here you was in a fancy restaurant toasting the couple with some imported champagne that Bruce had ordered in for the event that tasted like some strange weak grape piss. You grimaced and bared with it for the toasts then placed it down before quickly swigging your Lambrusco red swishing it a little to get rid of the taste. The dinner was going well everyone was happily enjoying the open bar awing over Lilly's new ring that was stunning and excitedly chatting about wedding ideas.

As the night winded down everyone was ready to leave. As you gathered your things you got a bad feeling, the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Something just wasn't right, then before anyone could make a move Five men stormed into the main seating area covered in military grade black armor faces covered with plastic looking masks and goggles waving guns around threatening you all to get to the floor which you all did people screamed as the man kept screaming orders kicking and shoving, two of them began walking the tables taking jewelry and snatching wallets that people held out trying to apease them. You looked across at Lilly who was twisting her ring panicked.

"Lilly now!" you held out a hand she hesitated until you snapped your fingers at her, she handed it to you and you quickly stuffed it down your dress hiding it in your spanxs bodysuit she looked at you thankfully as you did realizing that you was going to try and conceal it for her.

"Psst Lilly give me that!" she looked at you wide eyed shaking her head you groaned as her whispering again

"Well well who have we got here? looks like we have a bit of luck tonight boys" you cringed as you was dragged to stand in front of him. Your heart was erratic trying to jump out of your chest you took shakey breathes trying to calm down you felt like you were going to have a heart attack with how fast it was.

"Well fuck me it is! oi! leave the rest we got all we need here" the man who had ahold of you said you assumed was the leader as he was the one who had been barking orders since he came in, one of the men who was collecting replied confused

"What do you mean? Who is this bitch?"

"You mean who's is this bitch? Its Wayne's bunny boiler. How much you think she charges for a round" he said cupping your ass pulling you towards him you  dug your heel into his foot and spat in his face then head butted him for good measure, he jumped back holding his nose sniffling you used the chance to try and run being grabbed from behind by the other male the leader growled straightening and backhanded you snapping your face to the side. 

"You said she was wayne's!!! nothing to do with HIM!!"

"I wonder just how much he'd pay to have you back?" you cried out hissing as he cupped your jaw as it throbbed squeezing feeling the sting of your now split lip you moved making to strike him again, he grunted dodging then pulled back hitting you with the butt of his gun you screamed nearly collapsing vision going fuzzy at how hard you'd been hit, your captor let go only for you to be held up with a fist in your hair by the leader in front of you, you grabbed his hand clawing at it trying to get him off, they used your daze to escape dragging you from the restaurant, keeping everyone else at bay with guns aiming at them as they made it through the doors.you tired digging your heals in trying to stop them from taking you so easily but your feet dragged as more hands grabbed and tugged you trying to bundle you into the back of an all black suv.

You kicked screaming lashing out and twisting the one by your head got fed up grunting he spun around holding you in a choke hold and heaved you backwards into the car you screamed again louder then you ever had before you looked up crying out. You was silenced with one swift punch in the side of your head again knocking you out. You came to as you felt yourself being jerked around you groaned as the car you was in swerved violently to the right making you thump your head on the inside of the door,you hissed and groaned trying to blink away your confusion your head throbbed, everything was too much you couldnt make sense of where you was or what was going on, you bent to the side hanging your head off of the seat to the foot well heaving you felt like you was going to be sick. The men were shouting at one another panicked screaming filled the car as they was pointing the blame to one another.

"SHE IS WAYNE’S! FUCK SAKE JUST KEEP DRIVING, HE'S RIGHT BEHIND US GOGOGO!!" you cringed as the shouting continued hurting your head, so was the passing lights out side of the car, you closed your eyes trying to block out the noise snapping them open as you went sliding across the seat again as the car skidded around another corner, you covered your mouth trying to stop the bile from escaping as your stomach lurched again.

"Well he isn't shooting so maybe we can use her as a hostage" you hissed as your head moved to fast, trying to block out the shouting men who had forgotten you was there

"NO! if he sees her he will find a way to grab her.... this is the bat were talking about not some fucking cop!"

'bat? what are they talking about?' you thought still not thinking straight holding your head trying to stop it moving you noticed it was wet you pulled your hand back seeing blood had matted in your hair you panicked looking around seeing everyone hysterical. Then you moved slow looking out of the back window. you frowned

'what the fuck?' you winced as the car took another turn quickly gripping the back of the seat to stay still watching as the batmobile followed effortlessly. Then you heard it a loud crack in from above, everyone held their breath for a second.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE? WHO IS THIS BITCH? GO FASTER! GO! GO! GO!" one screamed rocking forward willing the car to go faster as the driver floored it pushing the car faster.

"How does she know these guys?" another cried crawling across the seats in the car looking desperately threw the windows trying to locate who you assumed was superman considering there was only one man in the sky

"WE CANT OUT RUN HIM NO FUCKING WAY! DUMP HER!!"

"NO SHES OUR PAY DAY!""BOSS? WHAT DO WE DO?"

"...we have no choice.. DUMP HER SHE WILL GO UNDER THE BAT, SUPERMAN WILL INTERVENE WE COULD MAKE A RUN FOR IT!, OI TAKE THAT ALLEY THERE CHUCK HER OUT AIM FOR THE BATMOBILE!!" you panicked as the car turned again a small alley that the batmobile would just squeeze through.

"NO BOSS SHES OUR ONLY GUARANTEE WERE NOT GONNA BE SHOT AT!" you screamed loud as one of the men grabbed you pushing you against the door fiddling for the handle.

"NO NO PLEASE DON'T!" you screamed trying to fight against him.

"fuck this shes not worth it , drop the dead weight" the panicking man quickly lent over you opening the door

"NONONO SHES THE ONLY REASON HE'S NOT SHOOTING!!" it was to late you felt the door give behind you and he pushed you out quickly  you screamed as you fell from the car as it raced down the alley you grunted striking the tarmac winded as your back took the impact hard tearing the skin then bounced ragdolling over the concrete the last thing you remember was seeing glimpses of the stars and the screech of tires as the batmobile came hurtling towards you crying out and closing your eyes a loud crash was herd before nothing...

When you came to you groaned you was being held firm against a chest hushed voices spoke the first was behind you, you coud tell as they spoke it vibrated through you.

"Did you get them?"

"Yes they are at Gotham station... they wasn't targeting her specifically it was a last minute decision" you frowned a little recgonizing the voices

"Thank you, for coming if you hadn't then I'd have" the voice trailed off you felt the person behind you shake.

"Don't... don't do that to yourself, shes here and she'll live I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner"

"Is she ok?"

"Yes hearts a little fast but it always is....Get it checked out apart from that cuts and bruises mostly nothing broken but her ribs are cracked on the back, she's lucky she tucked her arms in and rolled, at that type of speed she could have done some real damage....Any way I'm needed elsewhere let me know how she gets on, call me if you need me I mean it Bruce"

'Bruce wha Where was Bruce?' your thoughts were interrupted as they continued talking

"I will thank you again I mean it.... I owe you" there was a small gust then you winced feeling something dabb against your head you hissed  trying to move away from the stinging

"No no stay still I’m not finished yet" you felt a small stinging tug on your head wound

"They will hold now and I will check them each day" your eyes tried to flutter open when you heard a hum of acknowledgment  from the person you was sitting on, opening your eyes slowly you looked straight at someone you thought you'd never see again.

"Al-Alfred?" you tried looking round then hissed as you moved your head bringing your hands up to it.

"I’m gonna be sick-" quickly a small metal Bin was pulled up from behind you and held under your head as you heaved into it you cried out moaning as the action pulled on your back, you felt the person you were sitting on slowly ruffle your hair at the base of your skull, you moaned resting your head on the bin closing your eyes.

"Miss Cooke? Y/n are you okay? is it just your head and back thats sore? nowhere else?" you looked down noticing you was in a mans tshirt and sweat pants then looked up slowly

"I- yeah what happened where are we? Who changed me?" you said looking around squinting at the bright lights that seemed to reflect of off what seemed like miles of glass. Alfred sighed packing up

"You don't remember? what was the last thing you remember?" you man behind you held his breath

"Concrete... and headlights a car? but-no it- bat-they were screaming about Batman" you closed your eye trying to remeber what had happened

"I don't- they argued and decided to throw me under the Batmobile.... that must have been the headlights,how? wh-whats going on?! I should be dead!" you panicked a little unsure of what had happened, Alfred took the Bin from your lap setting it on the floor and crouch in front of you holding your hands

"Shh its okay now your safe, everything's going to be fine I promise" he rubbed your hand a little then nodded over you before standing up taking the bin with him.

"I will give you two a minute" he said before making his way through a glass door and up some stairs. you frowned turning slowly trying not to hurt your aching head.

"Bruce? oh god!" you quickly latched onto him, he hugged you back tight tucking your head in his chest breathing you in kissing your head as you let go sobbing into him shaking as each sob wracked your body the anxiety and stress catching up to you, he moved you to straddle his thighs rocking with you slowly trying to calm you down.

"Shh its okay sweets, I've got you ,Ive got you babe your okay shh...Your okay love, I love you" he held you tight almost crushing you to his chest you hissed as he put a little to much pressure on your wounds pressing your head into the hard plastic shirt? you pulled back looking at him then focused your eyes on his chest. your eyes widened. No it couldn't, He couldn't be.

"what? what is-Bruce?" you questioned sniffling wiping the tears away to see clearer running your fingers across your lovers chest staring at the bat spread across it, your eyes searched his for answers. He looked guilty you hand kept running over the suits chest tracing and retracing the symbol, trying to let it sink in

"Y-you? Your batman?Bruce?" he nodded slightly casting a glance to his mask that was placed on the table beside you both your hand stopped moving as you saw the mask.

"Thats-this is why you disappear from bed at night? why you were so worried about me being out at night? and the reason you couldn't come to the dinner tonight? Because your out-" you waved a hand around

"Patrolling..yes" you took a deep breath cupping his face running your thumb across his jaw, he moved nuzzling into your hand just happy that you was alive here with him, part of him was worried that you would walk away being a billionaire was one thing but this might be your limit.

"Okay then" he gaped at you

"What?"

"It's okay Your batman that's okay we can work with this, what did you expect me to do?"

"Your not going to scream at me for lying,or tell me to stop...leave me?!" you looked at hims confused unable to tell if he was angry or worried. you shook your head at him.

"No, I can understand why you wouldn't have told me and I wont ask you to stop you save people I could never ask you to stop doing that, I wont leave you. I love you Bruce and this is a part of you, will I be worried when you leave at night? sure but its nothing I cant handle. I'm not going anywhere" he smiled bright going to hug you again

"ah! Babe-no that's hard and I ache" he stopped as you motioned to the suit standing up placing you on your feet you watched him curious then slowly reached out touching his cape letting your fingers glide across it a little then quickly pulled back blushing when he chuckled at you.

"What sweets?" you shrugged mouth going dry when you really looked at him and realized that he seemed much bigger and intimidating in his suit you flushed a little he cocked an eyebrow at you tilting his head.

"Nothing" you said slowly picking up his mask from the table running your fingers across it.

"No come on I haven't seen you go like this since you saw me in a tux"

"...I think I just started my list is all" you said letting your fingers skim his abdomen again he through his head back laughing then took his mask from you he took a step forward his voice deepening

"oh you like my suit do you? well i will definatly remember that" he said leaning down kissing you deep holding the back of your neck tilting your head a little to gain better access he quickly spun pressing you against the table beside you both you wince pulling away holding onto him with one hand the other going to your head.

"Shit I forgot are you okay?" you sighed

"Yes just a little fuzzy...dizzy and it hurts" he sighed calling for Alfred who seemed to pop up out of thin air

"Yes sir"

"Can you take her upstairs and help her head she needs some painkillers I will be up shortly" the butler nodded escorting you out of the bat cave once in the house he sat you on the sofa in front of a large TV showing the news he left for the kitchen.

"where are we Alfred?" he quickly got a glass of water and painkillers coming back toward you watching you look around the room glass on three sides with a room slap bang in the middle everything centered around it.

"This is one of Bruce's houses the glass lake house, not that you can see in now its to late. He thought we should bring you here instead of the main manor in case you didn't react well to his nightly ventures shall we say? I assume by the fact that you almost found your self ravaged in the cave that there isn't any problems between the two of you?" you blushed a little taking the pills he offered you.

"No Alfred there isn't I understand why he wouldn't have told me... and I suppose the boys are well you know?"Alfred's eyes widened not prepared for that before clearing his throat he nodded, there was no point in lying to you now he couldn't insult you like that.

"I'm proud of him even more now if that's possible.... besides a little secret between us I always though batman was hot" you giggled a little he chuckled sitting beside you

"Yes well lets not let him here that, we wouldn't want his head to get any bigger than it already is"

"Yes he wouldn't get his mask to fit" you leaned back into the seat a little you frowned as grainy footage was being played

"I-is that- Alfred is that what happened? is that me?" he looked at the screen seeing the nights events.

"Yes I’m afraid so, you was lucky Bruce called Superman to help he would have never forgiven himself if he had hit you" you watched as the footage was slowed down seeing you rolling from the car as the Batmobile skidded and swerved a little as it tried to stop then faster then you could blink superman was just there in front of you stopping the Batmobile in its tracks looking at you he nodding saying something to the Batmobile then shot off again as Bruce climbed out cradling you to him placing you in the back before taking off again. You heaved a sigh looking at Bruce who had just entered catching the last few seconds on the TV as the reporter then started explaining that the criminal's had been delivered to the police station by superman and no one knew who the victim was or where she had been taken.

"So that he was the other person." both males looked at you

"Downstairs I heard two voices, I suppose it was Superman?" Bruce nodded

"He saved your life, he also said your ribs are cracked and your heart was fast other then that no serious injuries" you nodded hoping the others were okay.

"Shit! Ring! who changed me? where is it? a ring there was a ring in my spanx?!" Alfred smile pulling it out of his breast pocket

"Would this be it?" you relaxed

"Yes, Its Lilly's engagement ring they were stealing jewelry so I hid it for her" Bruce sat down beside you one arm across the back of the sofa leaning close against you.

"You stuffed it in your spanx?" he asked with a laugh you blushed

"Well I didn't have pockets?! most dresses don't have any! I mean where else was I meant to put up my ass?!" you said defending yourself shaking your head.

"Men!"

"You can text tom on my phone here" he said giving it you, you quickly typed in a message reading it out to Bruce so he knew your cover story, that batman had recognized you and took you to Wayne manor on your request and that you was okay minor scraps and bruises but would take a few days off and also that you still had the ring. Bruce nodded pulling you to lean on him just needing to touch you after being so close to loosening you it got him thinking again

"Sweets?"

"Yeah?"

"Move in with me" you leaned back from him a little placing a hand on his leg

"What?" he faced you

"I'm serious, I want you and Jack to move in with me theres nowhere safer, you know now and you haven't walked away. Your the only one for me and I don't see the point of us living apart anymore, eventually your going to move in so why wait? I love you one day I'm gonna marry you but for now move in." you gaped at him shocked at the sincerity in his voice your face softened you rubbed along his leg, It did make sense now that you knew who he was, that must have counted for something you felt your heart swell as he mentioned marriage but you wont let yourself get to excited yet but you would give this a go, you practically live there anyway.

"Fine I see your point, but I will help around the place and i want to help towards the bills" he leaned down kissing you softly

"Great you can move in this weekend Alfred do you still have the movers number?

""Yes sir i will call them tomorrow morning - well later today for you" Bruce smile thanking him

"Bruce didn't you hear me I want to help with the bills" he ignored you

"I'm sorry what? No I just heard you say you'll move in nothing after that." he winked you sighed

"I said I’m helping!"

"Alfred did you hear that? I swore I heard something but I'm not quite sure?"

"Could have been the wind sir"

"ALFRED?! not you to?" he smirked at Bruce who laughed loud

"Hey you can have one of the studies, making into your own private little reading room or art studio"

"The one on the west wing would do sir it has good light and beautiful view over the grounds and a large fireplace

""Thank you Alfred, as soon as your moved in you can decorate it however you like" you deadpanned at him

"your not going to let me help out at all are you?" he shook his head at you making you sigh Alfred on the other hand was ecstatic to have a lady in the house it had been to long since there was a feminine touch to the manor.  "Finally someone sensible in the house!" you giggled at Alfred's giddy expression before he cleared his throat 

"Well- excuse me now you should relax you cant sleep after hitting your head so many times so I suggest watching some tv, I'm going to go get some sleep, If you do decide to entertain one another please bare in mind that the walls are all glass... for Y/n sake more than yours sir." you blushed as Bruce waved him off as he left. once alone you both became quiet it was Bruce who broke the silence

"I'm sorry"

"What? What are you sorry for?"

"I wasn't fast enough, I couldn't get there in time. I heard your screams, didn't know it was you but when I got to the restaurant your friends they were screaming at the police that it was you. My heart stopped thats why I called in Superman I couldn't risk you, not for a second and in the end it was me who nearly killed you."

"You didn't throw me from that car Bruce love come on it was you who saved me love, like you said you didn't want any risk so called in back up, and it was the back up you called in who stopped the car-" he gave an indignant look

"Batmobile what ever point is he wouldn't have been there if you hadn't called him its over anyway and as of the weekend I will be safe and sound in the manor waiting for you and the boys to come home every night."he gasped at you going to argue over the boys you placed a finger to his lips

"I already worked it out Alfred had the decency not to lie to me when I asked and I hope you do to, I love you don't dwell on all the could have's okay?" he smiled nodding you snuggled into him more wincing a bit then began surfing through the channels hunkering down for the remainder of the night.

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Gravity (Bakugou x OC)

Part 15: Mixed Signals

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Bakugou x Vigilante!OC

Warnings: angst, explicit language, violence

Word count:   2019

Genre: enemies to lovers ; angst ; romance, slow burn

When a new student makes an entrance, Bakugou has a real bad feeling. There is something about this girl that just doesnt feel right. From the flaming hair to the calculating glint in her green eyes, everything about her just pisses him off.

Little does he know that his fate is intertwined with the person he despises so much, defining his future path in a way he would have never expected

“You do realize you’re dragging me in the wrong direction, you big, explosive oaf?”

Bakugou froze in his tracks and ground his teeth together. “Maybe you should point me in the right fucking direction, then.”

“Well, maybe you should stop dragging me around like some oversized toddler,” Artemis hissed back.

Bakugou glared down at her. “Perhaps I wouldn’t have to drag you around if you were capable of taking care of yourself, you sorry excuse for a squirt gun!”

“It’s none of your bloody business, now, is it, grease face?”

He blinked. “Grease face?”

Artemis grimaced and pulled her wrist free of his hand. “With the amount of hair gel you’re wearing, that’s the best I can do for you. Now, leave me alone and do some weird… blue jeans hero stuff.”

A soft snort escaped her, and even though she was still giving him the stink eye, she couldn't hide the small smile that tugged on her lips. Clearly, he knew she was mocking him.

“Haha, very fucking funny.” Bakugou groaned. “Trust me, I have better things to do than babysit-”

“Then, by all means… Wait, what's your hero name again?” Artemis cut in, her sickly sweet tone dripping with venom. “Never mind, doesn't matter. Please, by all means, be on your way!”

When she reached for her shopping bag, Bakugou took a step back and held it above her head.  “I can't. I'm not failing my internship just because you’re acting like a little piss baby!”

“You think I'm gonna snitch on you?!”

“No! I think you’re stupid and can’t get yourself home on your own! With your luck, you'll pass out somewhere and Jeanist is gonna think I couldn’t be arsed to help you!”

“Can you be arsed?” Artemis asked with a quirked brow.

“Of course not!”

“Then let me g-”

“Artemis, I swear to God I will blow your ass up if you don't tell me where to go!”

Artemis narrowed her eyes and scowled at him, wondering if she’d be able to get away with punching him in the face. Then her shoulders sagged and she exhaled sharply.

“That way,” she mumbled, pointing at an alley.

“Atta girl.”

The pair of them walked together in silence for the next couple of blocks. Not really knowing whether he should start a conversation or not, Bakugou tried his best to keep his eyes to the front. Any exchange of words would end up with them fighting again, and he really couldn't risk blowing her to bits considering Jeanist had threatened to fail him.

However, he did notice though that Artemis kept glancing at him every now and then.

“What?” he growled.

“Nothing, just… I mean, those jeans really are a statement, huh? How many people had to restrain you for Jeanist to be able to put you in these?” 

From the outside, she seemed to be asking out of genuine curiosity, but Bakugou could hear the undertone of mockery underneath. It was infuriating how easily she could needle him.

“God, I hate you.”

Artemis laughed sharply. “You're a bad liar.”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes. “Oh, am I? You must know. You're an expert in dishonesty!”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Artemis retorted in a tone that told him he’d struck a sore spot.

“It means I've never seen you say a single sentence that was honest. Not once in my life have I met a single person who's been as deceptive and manipulative as you.” Bakugou snorted. “You're not even slick about it. You always get this weird glint in your eyes and I…”

He turned towards Artemis in exasperation and groaned. “That! That’s exactly the look I'm talking about. You're doing it right now!”

She stopped walking and looked at him as if seeing him for the very first time. Bakugou would’ve given his most prized possession to get a glimpse into what Artemis was thinking at the moment. Did she see him as a threat? He’d seen her do that before, sizing up people she interacted with before making a move.

Suddenly, her face changed. It was like a mask had been pulled over her eyes.

“I don't know what youre talking about,” she said, shaking her head as she walked past him.

“Yeah, right,” Bakugou muttered. Something told him he’d hit the nail on the head, so much so that he’d come dangerously close to something Artemis wanted to keep hidden.

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Artemis led him through a small neighborhood to a very humble apartment complex. She stopped in front of the door and held out her hand for the groceries, but Bakugou held them stubbornly and followed her inside.

“You don't have to mother me, for crying out loud. I am more than capable of making it into my own flat,” she complained, but Bakugou followed her anyway.

Artemis tried to get rid of him again in front of her apartment door, but at this point, he was too curious not to go inside with her. Maybe her place would offer him some sort of insight into what kind of person she really was. After all, a living space always had some sort of resonance with its tenant, didn’t it?

Artemis’s apartment, on the other hand, wasn’t even close to what he’d expected. It was pretty much empty. No Decor, no pictures on the walls, not even plants or books. Nothing that could have made the space personal. It was like a poorly furnished room in a cheap hotel.

In fact, the only notable piece of furniture, aside from the couch and TV, was a small, low table in the centre of the room. Its surface was littered with several empty cans of energy drinks and days-old cup noodles, if the stale smell was anything to go by. 

Artemis pushed past him, kicked off her shoes and flopped down onto the couch with a deep groan that quickly turned into a pained whine.

“Stop hurting yourself, dumbass,” Bakugou huffed before walking into the kitchen nook and setting down the bag.

“Fuck off,” Artemis snapped. 

Bakugou took the opportunity to look around. He noticed a hint of smoke in the air, whose source he traced back to an ashtray on the small balcony outside. Who was she having over that was smoking? Her parents, maybe? A boyfriend?

Bakugou shook his head. It couldn’t be the last one. Who in their right mind would date someone like her?

“Your apartment is the saddest thing I've ever seen,” he concluded at last. “It’s completely empty, but you’ve still managed to make a mess of it. I’m actually impressed. How are your parents letting you live like this?”

Artemis didn’t respond.

That was odd, Bakugou thought. She almost always had some kind of witty response ready for him. He sighed and found Artemis still lying on the couch, a pillow covering her face.

“Oi! Didn't you hear me?”

“I did,” she muttered.

“So?”

Artemis dropped the pillow and sat up slowly.

“I have everything I need here,” she said without meeting his eyes. “Besides, it doesn't matter to you.”

Now that Bakugou thought about it, this apartment seemed way too small for more than one person. It wasn't uncommon to have students from overseas at UA. Bakugou knew for a fact that Class B had one from America, though such students always got a place in guest families or specific student homes.

Since Artemis didn't appear in the mood to elaborate, Bakugou shook his head and started picking up the trash and empty cup noodle boxes from the table before moving back towards the kitchen in search of a garbage can.

Not that he was doing it to help her. Of course not. The mess was just making his skin crawl. Despite his explosive temper (and yes, he was aware of the irony of that statement), he liked it when things were clean and neat. His mother would never have let him live in a dump like this. She’d have whooped his arse to the moon and back.

He started his search by opening every cabinet and drawer in the pathetically small (and suspiciously unused-looking) kitchen nook, but there was no garbage can in sight. Something soon struck him as rather odd, so he placed the garbage onto the counter and took a more thorough look. A dark realisation dawned on him.

Deciding to remain calm for now, Bakugou turned towards the fridge. The energy cans inside made a soft jangling sound when he pulled the door open and his suspicions were confirmed.

“Artemis?”

He heard the sound of bare feet hitting the floorboards behind him.

“What the hell are you snooping through my kitchen for?” Artemis snapped. She stepped forward to push him away from the fridge, but Bakugou wasn't moving an inch.

He turned towards her and asked, in a dangerously low tone, “Artemis, how the fuck do you feed yourself?”

She blinked. “What? With food, dumbass! What are you on abou-”

“You have no food. Or pans. Or pots. No dishes or cutlery. So, I’ll ask again. How the fuck do you feed yourself?”

When she just stared at him, he growled in frustration and pointed at the cupboards. “Empty. All of them. There is not a single edible substance in your bloody kitchen.”

“Of course there is. I just bought some,” Artemis huffed.

“If I open that grocery bag, will there be anything in there that is not a caffeinated drink that is gonna end up giving you a heart attack or instant noodles that are going to clog your arteries?”

Bakugou had to admit to himself, he was being uncharacteristically calm, even though his blood was boiling. No wonder she wasn’t getting better. No wonder she had dark circles under her eyes that would put every goddamn panda in China to shame. He had nightmares about her dying in his arms and Artemis wasn’t even trying to get better. It was infuriating.

Artemis opened her mouth and closed it again. Her cheeks turned pink, though whether it was out of anger or embarrassment, Bakugou couldn't tell.

“It’s food, isn’t it? Food is food! Why are you hounding me like some sort of helicopter mother? What I eat is none of your business. You don't even like me, so stop parenting me and go home!”

“Apparently, someone has to parent you. I can't believe you live like this. How are your parents letting you live like this? Someone ought to tell them you’re killing yourself with processed food-”

Artemis scoffed. The sound was hard and humorless, almost bitter. “What are you gonna do? Call them up and tell them? Please, good luck with that.”

That made him stop. “Do they know?”

Artemis shrugged and turned her back towards him, fiddling with the abandoned grocery bag on the counter. “I suppose.”

She was lying. Bakugou could tell. The question was why. “Artemis… are you all by yourself here?”

She ignored him and kept fiddling with the bag, taking out each item one at a time.

“I don't need anyone. I'm fine by myself,” she finally said. “Besides, I haven't seen my family in a while. Boarding school and stuff.”

Bakugou could tell there was more to it. So much more. The weight of it was so heavy on her shoulders he could almost see it crushing her. 

He let out a sigh and closed the fridge door. Disregarding the fact that this ‘arrangement’ couldn't possibly be legal, it would explain a few things about her. “If you're so fine by yourself, why don't you even have a single pot for cooking?”

Another heavy silence. “I can’t cook.”

Bakugou stared at her in disbelief. At this point, he really should have just left. He really should have just grabbed his things and gone home. What did he care if Artemis lived like a slob? Not his business.

But he couldn't. And for some unknown reason, Bakugou grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her towards the door.

“Hey, where are you taking me?” Artemis yelped.

“Proper grocery shopping. Now stop yapping and get a move on.”

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[heartbreakgrill]

Circles; Harry Styles

a/n: welcome to a new mini-series! Probably wont be more than 3 parts, but we’ll see! I watched This is Us and got major inspiration. Enjoy!

description: in which your visit the bakery you frequented as a child and run into an old face to stir up forgotten flirtations.

It was a bitterly cold day in Holmes Chapel, the wind whipping wildly across the fields and through the small town streets. You were dressed for the weather, peacoat collar flicked upwards to protect your neck from the chill. Sure, you probably looked like a psychopath with your eyes and part of your forehead the only bits of skin visible to any passerby. But, you didn’t care.

You were used to the cold weather, having just flown home from London, where it was already pouring buckets of freezing rain. At least here the air was dry. However normalized cold weather was, however, your body was obviously still affected thanks to being a warm-blooded mammal with thin layers of skin, easily frost bitten and frozen.

You licked your lips, having gone chapped from the chill, as you turned a street corner. Up ahead was your favorite bakery, one you frequented a lot before you moved to London for university. It had been two years since youd been home, having left as soon as you graduated secondary school. Of course, a certain someone had worked there whenever it began to be your favorite place, but after he left, it was simply because of the sweet elderly women and the delicious treats.

Now, you were back in town for two weeks, on winter break, before heading over to New York to visit a friend from university. You had been aching for a chocolate chip muffin from your favorite bakers for nearly two years now. When you walked in, the smell of the baked goods made your knees weak. A grin indented your face as you began to take off your scarf, earmuffs, hat, and mittens.

Sharon, the loveliest of them all, spotted you from her spot behind the counter, where she was counting cash. “Oh, my Lord! [Y/N]?!”

You stuffed your things into either pocket of your coat, feeling the warmth of the store when the door shut softly. “Hiya!” You waved as you stepped towards the glass displays.

“Laurie! Sue! [Y/N]’s here!” She rounded the counter, arms open for you. She was much shorter than you, so you bent at the waist slightly to hug her shoulders. It was the same routine with Laurie and Sue. They gushed over you, your hair, you smile, your height!

“You look so grown! So old! My heart!” Sue twirled a lock of your hair around her fingers, eyeing the color. “Did you dye it?”

“No, Sue, dont worry,” you sat at your table, in the back by the window. “It’s just damp because I got a shower this morning.”

“Oh,” Sue nodded firmly.

They took seats around you, ready to question you all about your life for the past two years. Laurie began with, “How’s uni?”

You smiled, reminiscing the good times youd made in London, “So wonderful. I absolutely love the city. Its busy and it rains a lot, but I love it.”

“Have you made any friends?” Sharon held lightly to your hand, her wrinkled skin soft and warm against your frozen fingers. “I know you expressed your concern with that whenever you left us.”

“Yeah, actually,” you squeezed, “I’m here for two weeks then heading over to New York to visit her. She was my roommate my first year, and now were renting an apartment together.”

“Oh, lovely,” Sue commented.

This continued for a few minutes, the questions and answers rolling back and forth between the four of you like waves. That was until a loud beep and holler came from the kitchen area. Sue stood quickly, muttering someone’s name and shuffling back to the kitchen.

“You hire somebody else?” It was your turn to ask, giggling lightly at her silly run.

Laurie shook her head, “No, love, it’s Harry.”

You blushed deeply, the name like a trigger to set off leftover butterflies from pubsecent you. “What?”

Sharon flinched, throwing her hands up, “Oh! Of course! We forgot to tell you!”

Laurie sighed, “Oh, yes! Harry’s here, love! He has a break from tour and he decided to visit us! Imagine, us being prioritized by a superstar!”

Sharon set a hand over her heart, smiling so sweetly, you wondered if the baked goods were seasoned with sugar or her love. “Whatta sweetheart.”

Your hands became clammy, and you removed them from the table to run them down your jeans. Laurie stood, noticing you running your hands through your hair and over your face. “Pretty,” she winked before moving to the counter, “How’s a vanilla hot cocoa and muffin sound, love?”

“G-good,” you choked, eyes flickering between her, Sharon, and the door that led to the kitchen.

Sue’s voice came into the room, louder as she came into view. “I’m sure you two would like to get acquainted again. Consider it a ten minute break like how you used to! When you’d insist I let you go when she came in. Aw!”

She grinned over at you, your eyes moving from hers to- Harry. Taller, handsome, older, curlier hair that was more controlled than it used to be. His face noticeably flushed, pupils dilated from the light- you- and his lips quirked open. You grinned, facial features experiencing the same flirts.

You stood from your chair, feeling the girl’s eyes on you although they tried to make themselves look busy. He took a few steps towards you, fingers raking through his dark brown curls.

“Wow,” he breathed, eyes widening once he realized he voiced his thoughts. “I mean, uh, hi?”

“Hey,” you chomped onto your bottom lip, withholding giggles at his maneurisms. Your hands stretched out in front of you, unsure of whether you should hug him or shake hands. You waved, “How are you?”

“I’m...okay,” he hesitated, and as your eyes let themselves flicker over his face, you noticed the bags under his eyes. “You?”

“Yeah, okay, um,” you stepped to the side and gestured to your table, “wanna sit? Catch up?”

“Sure, yeah, apparently I have a break, so,” Harry tugged his apron over his neck and balled it up. He sat down across from you as Laurie placed your muffin and drink down in front of you.

You shakily grabbed the fork, nervous under his watch, “So, how’s the superstar life?”

He chuckled, “Oh! Can’t I just be Harry for a day.”

You knew his joke held underlying meaning, so you shrugged and chided, “I never said I was a fan. Just curious as to how it’s going.”

“So, you’re not a fan?” Harry propped an elbow on the table and cradled his chin in it.

You swallowed bits of the muffin, “I dont listen often. I know your singles, of course, and that one- uh, what’s it called, ‘Same Mistakes.” Gotta admit I cried over a boy to that song once.”

“Ah, so there’s boys in your life?” Harry quirked a brow.

You blushed lightly, taking a chance as you held eye contact, “Not presently, no. But, over the past few years, yes, Ive seen a few lads.”

“Are London boys better than what we’ve got to offer?” He continued.

“Nah, I prefer homegrown boys,” you giggled before asking, “Are there any girls chasing after your heart?”

“Oh, millions,” he urged a laugh from you. “But, like you said, I’m single as of right now.”

You sipped some of your cocoa, face scrunching when your tongue faced the immense heat, “Ah. Uh, sorry-“

Harry giggled at the expression on your face, causing you to grin in return. He bit his lip and leaned back in his chair, “How long are you in town for?”

“Two weeks, you?”

“The same.”

“Nice,” you nodded. “So, since we both have a lot of time on our hands, do you maybe wanna-?”

“Lunch tomorrow? We always such a blossoming friendship within these walls, but never really saw each other outside of ‘em. I never liked it,” Harry admitted.

You pursed your lips, thinking back to your high school years, “Well, you were pretty popular, Harry. The cute, curly-headed boy who could sing, had nice teeth, and baked? Gosh, you were like the boy who killed girls.”

He chortled at the reference, “Cute, huh? You were pretty popular. Straight-A’s, sickly sweet, a gorgeous smile even with your braces and awfully done eyeliner.”

“Harry Styles, are you backhandedly flirting with me?” You pressed a hand to your chest in mock shock, “Just because youre famous doesnt mean your suddenly able to walk all over me!”

“I’m just glad youre finally able to call out my flirting.” He glanced at the watch on his wrist and noticed his ten-minutes were up. Of course, he could have stayed, but where’s the drama in that? “Ill swing by at noon to get you. See ya.”

Your mouth fell open in genuine shock as he turned into the kitchen. “Finally able...? What?”

“Shut your mouth, you’ll catch flies,” Sharon slid into the seat across from you.

Laurie stood behind her, “Two years, sweetie, two years of relentless flirting and neither of you ever made a move.”

“If something doesnt happen within the next two weeks, I might just drop dead from exhaustion, love,” Sue admitted, swinging a dish towel over her shoulder.

“Well, I guess I better get home and find an outfit.”

[kimnjss]

so jikook and tae/yn are the parallels this time 🥺 the two besties 🤧

and yoongi dont be so fucking loud 😭🤚🏻 KADBAJDBJWJWN (he’s right and he should say it)

um 😐 i hope ailee gets well soon (🤥) and tae poohead!! 😠 why did you give in to sending her the picture!! who the fuck confesses that he likes his bestie and has ✨feelings✨ and then make his “gf” brag about them “sleeping in” even tho it aint real?? IDIOT!! UGH 🤦🏻‍♀️

i hope theyre both done with this mess.. everyone (me) is tired bruh ..but im sure ailee isnt gonna give up easily so :/ (enough with the yo-yo!!)

(although yn should notice that ailee posted an old pic if yn was the one that took it but she’s mad so i’ll let it pass ig..)

BUT TALK OMFGDJCBANDBN ..yall say everything and nothing at the same time!! whats the point of being able to speak if no one is talking 😩

yn i kno youd rather be drama free but jumping to conclusions aint it luvs 🤕 it aint good for the mind and soul 😔 -🤼‍♀️

yesss . although tae/yn should be taking notes from jikook - they’re slow but oof they’re not nearly as messy . 

ailee is a fucking mess nd someone needs to tell her to relax . nobody cares that she is w taehyung nd nobody cares abt the pictures that she posts three times a day - which are half of the time staged . tae really is so passive when it comes to her ., like he knows how she’s always ready to fight w him - so in order to avoid an argument he just goes along w her shit . nd it’s just making a huge mess out of everything .

altho yn does know that the picture ailee posted was one she took ., she still is upset abt it . her posting the picture just shows that tae is still doing the same thing that he has always done ., feeding into ailee’s bullshit nd that just makes it seem more like he doesn’t really care abt what happened between them . 

tae is definitely fed up w it ., now especially that he’s seeing what is on the line . him wanting to talk seriously w ailee is the first step to making things right w yn in his head . 

[firemblem-fics]

hubert falling in love w a prisoner from the alliance??? uwu hubie gang

UWU HUBIE GANG I AGREE

also y'all don't know how long this took me cause every time i tried to write, everyone wanted to voice chat and i'd get so distracted LMAO

succumb. | hubert

"i dont see how you have such an interest in me," you laid your head in your hand as you rested your elbows on the bar of the cell. "i’m not too interesting."

"i dont." hubert replied. "lady edelgard thinks that you know more than you're letting on. im here to get that information."

you shrug. "i don't have anything to tell, so good day."

hubert rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "i cannot leave unless i get at least one thing to bring back to lady edelgard."

"tell her that the empire can suck my-"

"enough." he was starting to get frustrated with you. "enough. you will learn soon that your loyalties should lie with us. until then, we care not for you."

as hubert turned on his heel and walked away, you felt the urge to get the last word. "i care not for the empire either!" you yelled, "kiss my ass!"

hubert only huffed and closed the door, leaving you with the other prisoners. you sat down and looked around the walls, looking for ways to escape. it seemed like forever went before you heard the door open once again.

down came hubert again, this time with edelgard. he slammed his hand on your cell door and you jumped, startling awake. you walked up to the door again to greet them.

"what's up, tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumbass?"

hubert's eyes narrowed. "what?"

"nothing, nevermind, the jokes ruined. what do you want?"

"we want to know what you know." edelgard folded her hands in front of her, "what is the alliance's next move?"

"our next move is your next move." you smiled.

edelgard was starting to get frustrated. "you've always been insufferable. even during monastery days."

you rolled your eyes. "and you've always been annoying, princess. lighten up, will you? i might tell you a little something if you ask nicely."

"okay. y/n, will please tell us what you know."

"i will."

"really-"

"on one condition."

"you're impossible!" hubert suddenly outburst, "you're a prisoner of war! lady edelgard shouldn't have to compromise with someone like you."

"listen, cutie." you threw in the name teasingly. you remembered how it had always flustered him in the past. it still did. "if she's desperate enough, she'll listen to me. im not asking for a lot. just to be treated as a little more than a prisoner."

hubert was about to reply, but edelgard beat him to it. "we'll get you a better room, but you are not allowed to leave. it will be guarded at all times."

"will i get better food than what these guys get down here?"

"sure."

"alright, well, claude is planning on attacking the impregnable fortress-"

--- --- ---

"lady edelgard, i can't allow this." hubert leaned against the stone wall, "she vaguely talked about joining our ranks."

"and what is the problem with that? she's quite capable of handling her own."

"do you see just how quickly she's betrayed the Alliance? she could do the same to us just as fast. I simply think that if you are to allow this, you need to be more cautious about it."

"hmm, you're right."

"thank you, lady edelgard-"

"that is why caspar will be her designated guard.."

a small pang went through hubert's chest. "caspar? my lady, shouldn't we choose someone a bit more, trustworthy?"

"no. i think i'd like caspar to guard her."

hubert nodded and walked stiffly down the hall, towards caspar's quarters to tell him of the arrangement.

as he walked, a gloved hand combed through his hair. during the monastery days, you were his only other friend besides edelgard. of course, you'd never be on the same level as her, but hubert still held a liking for you.

'maybe a bit more than just a liking,' dorothea would say

he'd ponder the thought before brushing it off. in the past, you were in the golden deer house. why would he fancy someone so separated from him? now, you're an enemy. a soldier of the alliance.

but you want to join the empire? no. he can't trust you.

the idea of your past friendship never being fully restored sent another pain through his chest. his heart was definitely hurting at the thought, but who was he to ever follow his heart? logically, you cannot be trusted.

--- --- ---

weeks went by and every time hubert would see you, strolling along the halls with caspar by your side, hubert's heart would fall more and more.

every time youd laugh at something the blue boy said, he'd sigh.

edelgard had taken notice, of course. hubert has tried to hide it, but she knew. she also knew that he was in denial. she knew he'd fancied her five years ago. she knew that he was crushed when you decided to side with the alliance. she knew he was hiding all of this and she'd finally had enough.

"hubert."

"yes, my lady?"

"i'm letting caspar take the day off from guarding y/n. i'd like for you to do it today."

"but- but my lady, couldn't you give it to another soldier? petra, perhaps? she'd do well in guarding her." hubert sputtered.

"i know you've still got feelings for her." she deadpanned, "and i still don't fully trust her. you will guard her."

hubert nodded and left to your room. he opened the wooden door without bothering to knock. on the bed, you looked up from your book.

"hey, hey, HEY," you sat up, "how about knock? i could've been naked."

"but you are not. lady edelgard sent me here to watch you for the day."

you rolled your eyes. "i don't need watching. i've got plenty of reasons to stay- i'm not leaving."

"oh?" hubert quirked an eyebrow, "do tell."

"well, i like the people here better. claude can have a stick up his ass sometimes. so can leonie. and lorenz. and ignatz. you get my point."

hubert stayed silent, so you continued. "plus i think that the empire's gonna win this war. i don't wanna be on the losing side."

"smart choices," he hummed in response. "but that proves that your loyalty wavers too easily."

you snorted. "my loyalty wavered because i hated the Alliance. i like it here. im staying with you."

"with me?"

"yeah," you sat on your knees in the bed as hubert stayed standing beside it. you looked up at him. his face was tinted a slight pink, making your heart flip. "i'd stay anywhere as long as you were there."

hubert knew he shouldn't. he should've kept his walls up. he shouldn't have believed your words because what if you decided that you didn't want him anymore? you'd leave the empire. you'd leave him. your loyalties weren't solid. and yet he didn't listen.

he succumbed to your precious words. he succumbed to the shine in your eyes. the promises you held. the crush 5 years ago that turned into love the second he saw you in the prison cell three weeks ago. he fell for you.

bending down, hubert lifted your chin and pressed his lips against yours. the kiss was gentle, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to. you didn't.

instead, you smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning back and pulling him on top of you. hubert smiled too. a rare sight.

but that day, it wasn't rare. his smile was large and his eyes shined bright with adoration. that day, he was able to finally express himself in ways that not many had thought possibly.

just because he finally succumbed to you.

[selenecrown]

Minato Arisato x Female!Reader (The Great Seal of Nyx) [Part 2: The Disappearance of the Lover]

Author's Note: Hey, remember that one post I made about a sequel to The Great Seal of Nyx, like, a super long time ago? Because here it is.

Here is my promised sequel, after who knows how long. This time, inspired by the Persona 3 movies. 

But holy crap, this took a very different turn then the other fanfic. There's angst, a disturbing moment, and a very dark moment. So, this is so goshdang angsty. So, yeah. But fluff! There's fluff in there too! 

"It's almost time, everyone." The man sighed while looking at the clock on the wall. "Is everyone ready?" 

Everyone seemed in agreement. Koromaru barked happily, as if to speak for everyone. . . Almost everyone.

The midnight blue-haired man sighed again. But before he could say something else, another man wearing a yellow scarf put a hand on the shoulder of the blue-haired boy and then walked up to a (Hair/Color) girl who seemed nervous and upset. He wrapped his arms around her frame, and said to her, 

"(Your/Name), it's going to be okay. I know you don't want to do this, and that's okay to feel that way. All of us are ready to get you out of there if your parents try anything on you. So, please, try your best with your parents. Try, that's all we can ask." He smiled at her. 

Her arms seemed to wrap around the man, like she was clinging for dear life. But the man didn't mind at all. He kept smiling at her face that was buried in his shoulder.

The air in the room suddenly became tense and uneasy, as the others in the room started to surround the frightened girl with smiles and embraces. 

"I-I c-can't d-do th-this." The girl sobbed. "I-I don't w-want th-this." 

"And that's okay." The blue-haired boy said to the girl. "But let's give your family a second shot. If they can't treat you right, Aigis will stay with you for the rest of the day and I'm sure everyone will let you stay with them and you'll never have to go near to you parents again. Can you promise me to at least give them a shot?" 

The girl lifted her head from the man's shoulder and with tears in her eyes nodded at the blue-haired man. 

The man with the yellow scarf let go of the girl, and in his place, a blonde robotic girl took the girl's hand and wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled the girl close to her own mechanical body. 

"(Y/N)-san, I'll take you there. Everything will be alright." The blonde said.

The (H/C) girl, after she wiped her tears away, nodded. "Alright. I'll try." 

Everyone in the room seemed to smile at the (H/C) girl, and soon, a bell rang out on the room. Everyone walked out of the living room to the front area of the house close by the gazebo, to which, a black door appeared. One by one, each person waved goodbye to the others as they stepped through the black door. With the (H/C) girl and the robotic blonde girl going last.

When the (H/C) girl and the android stepped through the portal, they came to an rural neighborhood with not many houses around with a menacing house in front of them. 

The house was average size for a house, but it was obvious the house was not being taken care of. The front yard's lawn, while a beautiful green, wasn't trimmed, and the front porch was full of random junk. The house's brown paint was falling off, and the window's black blinds seemed torn, and the house itself seemed dark and unfriendly. There was a road not far from the house with two cars sitting there. One of those those cars was your own car from years ago and you knew it was youd own for a fact, with another broken car next to your car.

Aigis looked at the girl with a smile on her face. "Are you ready?" 

She gave you a small keychain that looked like a black remote control with a single black button on it. "If your parents hit you, or threaten you, or do something that you're not comfortable with, this is how I will know. Press it, and I will come and take you away. Okay?" 

You were about to nod your head, but you took a deep breath and step forward to the house. While Aigis stayed where she was. 

You turned back to Aigis and smiled at her. "Yes, I'm ready, Aigis." 

And with that, you walked up to your childhood house and rang the doorbell.

In which appeared a woman with a bottle in her hand, she groaned and then let you in.

After which, a black door appeared behind Aigis and she stepped through.

The day passed by faster than S.E.E.S. was expecting. For Junpei and Fuuka, this was a relief. For almost everyone else, this was sad but they were still happy to see their families and friends once more.

When the time had come for them to come back, Minato and Ryoji came out of the house and stood by where the gate appeared the day before. 

A black gate appeared at exactly twelve o' clock at night, and first came Yukari.

Then, Mitsuru.

Then Shinjiro and Akihiko, with Ken right after. 

Then Koromaru.

With Fuuka next, with Junpei right after. 

And then Aigis. 

Then, the gate closed.

Koromaru, upon seeing you weren't present, started growling. After Aigis heard what he had said, she started to panic as well seeing as how you aren't here.

"Where is (Y/N)-san?" She asked. 

"Is she late? No, she knows---" Yukari muttered before she was cut off by Junpei.

"Those bastards! They better not have laid a finger on her or they're going to pay!" Junpei growled.

"Junpei, we don't know that. She might just be having a moment of healing with them." Fuuka said. 

"But let's go over there, just in case. We need to make sure she's okay." Mitsuru said.

The group nodded in agreement. 

When they crossed Minato's blue portal, they found a house in ruins. With junk everywhere, and just a mess that was supposed to be a property.

With a blonde haired women in a blue dress holding a book stood in front of the broken house. When the group came in, she turned around. 

"Elizabeth-san!" Aigis said. "What happened?" 

"I do not know." Elizabeth said. "I came here because there was a presence here that was close to his. But alas, when I came here, the people who owned the land said that their child was missing and they weren't sure what was going on." 

"Someone like Minato? Who could that be?" Ken asked. "Aigis wasn't here, so who else could it be?"

"I have an idea of what could have happened." Elizabeth stated to the group.

"Then tell us." Shinjiro demanded.

"Someone took her away."

According to Elizabeth, someone who has the same power as Minato came and took Minato's lover away. Either to use her, or maybe for some other reason.

Fuuka tried to use Juno to help track (Y/N) down, to no avail. 

(Y/N) has seemingly been taken somewhere that was easily accessible or known by anyone. 

So, everyone agreed to go back to the other world, and see what they could do.

But when they went back, they couldn't get much else either. Fuuka could confirm she was alive, but nothing else.

Fuuka tried harder, she was able to see something about where (Y/N) was. 

(Y/N) was safe. But not in a good place.

This did give the team a little piece of mind, but it still worried them. 

It worried one person in particular.

Minato Arisato feared this would happen. 

He had understood that now that he was a human turned god, many would try to go after his friends and threaten him to give up the power or else. They couldn't kill you anymore, but they sure as heck could torture you for the rest of eternity. 

And they kidnapped you, of all people, and probably was already torturing you to get you to talk about his power. But, you knew nothing about it. You knew what he can do, but not what his power exactly was.

Why now?

Why would this happen to his lover, of people?

Minato's thoughts became dark as he thought about you, all alone with no one to help you. And also the anger he had inside of him, because he had hoped this wouldn't happen. 

Minato just wanted to be with his team again. He wanted to be with them so he wouldn't have to suffer alone with just Ryoji.

Is that too much to ask? 

Ryoji, seeing Minato was noticeably upset and angry, tapped him on the shoulder. 

Minato looked up to Ryoji in recognition.

"Minato, can you look for her?" He asked.

"Huh?! What the hell does that mean?!" Junpei said.

"Minato is a god, isn't he?" Mitsuru interjected. "Maybe he can track her down." 

"Well, let's give it a shot." Akihiko said. "At this point, we've got nothing to lose."

Minato seemed to understand what they were asking. He simply nodded, and closed his eyes.

And looked for you.

Your arms and legs were bound by a rope. But your chest was also bound up in such a way your breasts where sticking out, making them noticable. And the crouch area and butt was sticking out, too. 

Making your body much, much more appealing to a perverted eye. But, you were covered in bruises and already bleeding, it made you less attractive unless a person was both perverted and sadistic.

But this also made you unable to move too much. 

You where also tied to a pole, that was uncomfortable to say the least. In front of you was a man you had hoped you would never see again.

A middle-aged man with dark brown eyes with a pair of glasses to add on, with long wavy brown hair and a goatee to match.

Shuji Ikutsuki.

He was right in front of you, holding a spear, a knife, and another pole connected to a wire. 

He seemed angry at you, and then thrust the spear he had back into your stomach. And then, a wave of electricity stock you, causing you to let out another blood-curdling scream. 

You spit out some blood, and looked back at him. 

"I told you, you sick bastard. I don't know!" You yelled again.

"You're still lying to me, (Y/N). I thought you knew better than to talk back to a person who took care of you." He sighed, before he kicked your face again.

Which again, caused you to spit out more blood. 

"If you're not going to talk with old fashioned torture. Then I'll try something else." He seemed to purr. 

And he reached to your chest, grabbing one of your breasts and playing with it. This, in turn, made you squirm and move to get Ikutsuki to stop.

But he didn't. 

He wouldn't stop touching your body.

Your mind screamed for him to stop. You voice did the same. Your body was desperately trying to move out of the way of the sick man. 

He stopped after some time asked the same demand again. "Give me Minato's power. Or you're not going to be able to walk tommorow."

Before you could say anything, Ikutsuki was thrown halfway across the room and a voice rang out. 

"You lowlife! How dare you molest and talk to her that way, you sick son of a bitch!"  

When you turned, you saw a girl. She had auburn hair, which she had in a high ponytail, along with silver barrettes which formed the roman numeral XXII, she also had red eyes to add on. She also had a Naginata in her right hand, and she had a red neck-strap MP3 player around her neck. She wore short-sleeved orange shirt, a white skirt, and white sandals. 

The girl immediately proceeded to beat the heck out of Ikutsuki. And when she had knocked him out, she walked over to you. 

"It's okay, (Y/N). I'm here now. Everything's going to be okay now." She said, as she undid the ropes forcing you to stay put. When she let them loose, she grabbed your hand and ran you out of the area.

But before you could say anything, the girl quickly into a red portal.

When you arrived on the other side was. . . A field. 

A field much different the one surrounding the world you had lived in for so long.

The field was not made of real flowers. . . But of crystals. 

Gems from all over the world each had its own flower. Each species was beautiful in its own right, and made itself known to you by their sheer beauty. But as a whole, the flowers made a wonderful raindow galaxy that was the field you where in. 

And then, there was the sky. . . It in and of itself seemed to be a galaxy of its own. The sky looked like. . . Your standard galaxy. With blacks, purples, pinks, blues and whites with beautiful light coming from it. 

The field and sky stretched as far as the eye could see, like the world you where staying in.

But you noticed something else.

The girl who had brought you here was smiling at you, like she wished to feel the same way as you right now.

You were in awe of a world like this. It was so much different than Minato's world. So much prettier, and so much more open space.

"Where are we?" You asked, breathlessly.

"My world, I guess you could say." The girl said. "I've been here for some long, time doesn't seem to be in the picture anymore." 

"In the picture?" You asked, as you took your attention off the world around you and back unto the girl. "Wait. Are you---?" 

"A goddess? Yes. Of sorts." She smiled. "More like human turned god. But same concept, really." 

Your mouth spoke faster than your mind could. "You're just like Minato!" 

She seemed shocked at that, but laughed afterwords. "Yes, I am. After all, I am him in a way."

"In a way?" You tilted your head a bit.

"I am him. Just in a different timeline. I went through everything he did, it's just I'm a girl!" She explained.

"Wait, then does that mean---?!" You cheeks where about to turn a bright red, but than the girl spoke up. 

"I'm dating you? Nope. I do appreciate your existence in my life though!" She laughed again, making the wishful expression disappear. 

"So, can you explain it?" 

"Explain what?"

"If you're from a different timeline, where's everyone else from your timeline?" You asked her, and then remembered something. "And what your name is?" 

"You're always so formal, (Y/N). But, I guess I should tell you, even if I already know who you are. I'm Minako Arisato." She said. She even put out her hand, which had a silver ring on it. You did shake her hand, even though as soon as Minako got your hand, she pulled both of you to the ground with a goofy smile on her face. Despite what you thought it feel like, the ground was actually quite soft. Almost like a pillow.

"And this place is, well, I guess you could say. . . Purgatory. It's just kinda here for me. As for my teammates. . . I can't get to them. The gods of the underworld kinda won't let me touch them because of Minato." 

"They won't?" You turned to her, with a frown on her face.

"No." She said, sadly. "So I'm just up here. By myself with nothing much to do. Except watch out for everyone else." 

"Is that how you saw what was going on with me?" You asked.

"No, that was more because I felt you were in distress, after all I know what you've been through. Ikutsuki was doing something I didn't like with you. He doesn't deserve to be near you." 

"Are you sure it wasn't because you were alone?" You asked her seriously. You remembered Minato and how he'd talk about the loneliness he felt, and how sad he seemed then. 

"That was another factor in saving you." She stated, laughing a little. "After all, I did say I feel alone most of the time."

The two of you where quiet for some time. You definitely could tell Minako was happy like this. 

She really was alone up here.

Minato had found you in the hands of Ikutsuki, but when he got there, he found you gone, and Ikutsuki beaten up. When he looked again, he found you again and almost rushed there. With Ryoji trailing behind him, while everyone else had basically lost to Minato's speed and stayed back.

And when he got there, there indeed you where. You were sleeping peacefully in a field with another girl right next to you.

Minato walked up to the girl and you, but before he could speak, the girl spoke. 

"Are you (Y/N)'s boyfriend?"

Minato nodded. "Yes, I am." 

"So you're Minato Arisato. Wow, you're almost the exact opposite of me. Different hair color and all." She smiled.

"How do you know me?" Minato asked, sitting down in front of the girl.

"Because I am you." She said, like it was common sense.

Minato and Minako talked for a while, as Minako explained who she was, and what happened to you.

"Ikutsuki was torturing her for information, huh? Well, he's always wants power, so it's no wonder why he would try something like this." Minato sighed.

Ryoji seemed more curious than Minato, and asked a few more questions. Minako answered them, and not long after you woke up. 

Minato seemed to notice first. "Hey, sleepyhead." He moved more towards you. "Come on, let's go home." 

After a few moments, you nerviously shook your head. 

Minato frowned at that and became a little angry. "Why not?! Everyone was so worried---!"

"But. . . What about Minako?" You asked him, as you sat up to face him. "She's all alone up here without her friends, and she's depressed, Minato! She's just like you! But she has no one to be at her side, please, we need to do something---!" 

Minato, immediately pulled you into his chest and flung you over his shoulder. He pulled you into a fireman's carry and moved over to the blue portal he had made. "No, you're coming home."

"Wait, Minato!" You said as you tried to struggle out of his grasp, but Minato was not having it. 

Ryoji followed after the two of you with a neutral face that you couldn't tell was indifference or a face he's using to try and hide his true emotions, while Minako waved goodbye sadly. You could tell she seemed upset, but was forcing a smile. You reached out to her in worry for her, but the blue light had confused the three of you.

But as soon as you went to through the portal, you were flew unto a bed, which you recognized as Minato's bed. And then, you where pinned by Minato so you couldn't move your arms. You could tell Minato was angry with you, but he seemed upset as well. You closed you eyes as you thought Minato would hit you. But, you felt a drop of water fall on your cheek, and then another. And another. The tears kept falling on you like rain.

Minato was crying now, with sobs escaping him. His body has collapsed on your own, and he wrapped his arms around your frame, like if he let go, you'd disappearf orever. You opened your eyes as Minato was squeezing your body tightly.

"You. . . Are not. . . Leaving me." He said through his sobs. "Not again! I've been waiting for you and everybody else to be with me for so long! You're going to give me up from a person who like me?! I'm not going to let that happen! You're---!" 

"Minato, I didn't mean it like that! I---!" You tried to say.

"Then what were you go in to do then?!" Minato said, looking you in the eye. His eyes where full of tears, something you hadn't seen in some time. "Where you going to leave us to go find Minako's teammates?!" 

You turned away from him as your own eyes swelled up with tears. "I---!"

"That's it, isn't it?" He growled at you. "You're so selfish, you know that?! Think about everyone else! How would they feel if you did that?! Everyone---!" 

You didn't hear the rest. 

Your mind suddenly remembered the exact same words your mother had said to you all those years ago when she used to abuse you. 

"You're such a selfish bitch, you know that?!" 

And immendiately, your brain froze up and you started shaking. Minato, seeing your fear, stopped his rambling and realized what he had done. 

He had triggered your PTSD. 

Immendiately, he got off of you and moved you into his arms. But, you violently shoved him away, so powerful that it almost got him off the bed. He didn't fall off the bed, but he moved to where you could see him. Which was right in front of you, even though at the moment, you where curling yourself into the bed. Saying,  "P-p-p-please, d-d-don't Mom! I-I didn't m-mean to! I-I---!" 

"(Y/N)!" Minato called. "Your mother isn't here! It's just me! See?" He stretched his arms towards your terrified body. 

But you shook your head at him, with eyes wide flodding with tears "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! No-No! P-please, don't! No!" You said, as your voice cracked and became louder than before.

"Your mother isn't here, (Y/N)!" Minato repeated. "It's me, Minato! You're having a flashback! Please, listen!" He said, sounding desperate. 

"M-Minato? But you're---!" You said, breaking your flashback for a moment and looked up off the mattress, before your eyes got wide and you screamed. Then, started crying and whimpering and hyperventilating again as you went back into the bed. "N-N-No! N-NO! NO, STOP! PLEASE STOP!" 

Your scream was more then loud enough to get the attention of everyone else in the mansion. And after that, the rest of S.E.E.S. came rushing up to Minato's room and saw you curled up in a ball on the bed hyperventilating and crying your eyes out. With Minato trying calm you down, and S.E.E.S. instantly figured out what was the matter.

You were having a flashback. 

And, then they too, started saying things like Minato. That your mother wasn't here, you where nowhere near your childhood home, and they where here for you. Aigis turned on the lights in the room, and everyone tried not to touch you but at the same time, keep you away from the sides of the bed, and hiding any sharp objects. They tried talking you into looking around, but you wouldn't listen. 

It didn't seem to work.

You where having too bad of a flashback. 

Your mind couldn't be reasoned with now. So, Minato simply lifted you off the bed and then pulled you into a hug, and put a hand on the back of your head. He whispered something, and his hand glowed blue and then, your body went limp.  

When you woke up, you where in a soft, gentle embrace that you recognized. 

Your were in Minato's chest.

Minato had a firm grip on you, his arms and legs were entangled with yours and his head was on top of your own, and he really had a tight grip on you.

That's right. You two got into a fight and then. . . You had a flashback. 

You got into a fight about Minako. 

It's been a long time since that happened. 

But. . .You saw Minato's point of view. . . But your feelings of the situation hadn't changed. 

And now, you were even more conflicted. You did just go missing and you are suppose to be here, but. . . Minako's all by herself.

You curled into more of a ball. You knew what you had to do, but. . . You were unsure now.

Now what on Earth were you supposed to-?

"Ah. . . Minato's fallen asleep." A voice said. You recognized that voice, it was Ryoji's. 

"Are you alright?" He asked as soon as he came over to you, as he rubbed your shoulder after sitting down. 

"I guess." You answered, with a voice still a bit sad. 

"Is Minako's situation still bothering you?" He asked. 

"Yeah." 

"Is that what the fight was about?" 

"Mmhmm."

Ryoji didn't speak for sometime. "I'm sure Minato feels the same way."

You sat up from Minato's embrace, and faced Ryoji with your sad face looking. . . somewhat surprised.  "You think so?" 

"If they are the same person, why wouldn't Minato felt the same way as she is feeling now? Minato knows what it's like to be alone in the same way she's experiencing now. And he knows how much she wants to see her teammates. But your disappearance scared him. So, he just needs some time with you. Give him some time, and I'm sure he will do something to help." 

"But, what if he doesn't?" You said, looking back at Minato's sleeping body. 

"Then, wait until next year. You'll have one chance to help her out then." He smiled at you.

You turned back to Ryoji, and then nodded with a smile on your face. 

"You're so strange to me." Ryoji whispered. "You're so kind, and yet so broken. So, how can you be so kind when you're more broken then anyone else here?" 

"Huh?" You honestly couldn't hear what he had said, and hoped he'd say it again.

"Nevermind. Come on, Shinjiro asked you to help him today with teaching Fuuka." 

Fuuka, despite lots of time to improve on cooking, didn't get much better at it. Shinjiro was the local cook, and you also knew how to cook since your parents didn't often cook for you and so, you self-taught yourself how to cook. 

And being the other cook of the dorm, also meant you also where the one who often assisted Shinjiro, with cooking, but also with helping Fuuka learn to cook. 

Which today, wasn't as hard as it normally was.

As everyone was keeping an eye on you, especially after what had happened to you. Fuuka did have her attention on you, but you could tell: She was thinking about you more so than the food.

But by the time you had figured that out, the two of you were almost done with what Shinjiro had asked you to do. So, you decided to finish what you were doing before talking about what had happened. 

But there was one person in particular who couldn't wait for you to open up about it.

"Miss (Y/N)?" Elizabeth said. This did seem to cause everyone to flinch. Because everyone seemed to know what Elizabeth was going to say. After all, Elizabeth wasn't the type to withhold her own curiosities, actions or feelings for the sale of others. 

"Yeah?" You answered her. "What is it?" 

"What happened?" Elizabeth bluntly said, seemingly teleporting in front of where you where standing. 

Wow. 

She wasn't even beating around the bush. She would beat the bush if she could get answers. That's Elizabeth for you. 

"Eh? What do you mean by that?" You asked her, honestly confused. "I don't understand what you mean by that." 

"That day you disappeared. Where did you go?" Elizabeth asked. 

Now you had everyone's attention. 

Even Shinjiro seemed to be paying attention now. 

You took a deep breath. 

"Ikutsuki, well, kidnapped me." You answered. "But---" 

"Ikutsuki?!" Yukari jumped from her seat, seeming to scare everyone. "That little---!" 

"Yukari, just a moment. Let's hear the full story first." Mitsuru said. 

"Sorry." Yukari said, sitting back down on the couch. 

"I was saved." You said, with an unsure voice. "By someone who knew me by heart, and was just like Minato. But she was a girl." 

"A female Minato? But, how?" Junpei asked. 

"I'm not sure, but she said and felt just like she knew exactly what it was like to be Minato, but she was from someplace else. But her situation is different then ours, she can't see her friends." You said. 

You didn't mean to spill out that much information, but your feelings must have gotten the best of you.  

There was a silence for a solid minute, then Elizabeth spoke up. 

"She's from another time." Elizabeth said. "Her name was Minako Arisato, correct?" 

You nodded slowly. 

"She is from another world, another time than us. The person you encountered is the guest of my brother, Theodore. It is true she is very similar to Minato in many ways, and what she has told you is true. She is in the exact same situation, only without her comrades." Elizabeth stated. 

There was so much you wanted to, so much you wanted to say, but you felt that you shouldn't say it.

Your face wasn't as anxious anymore but you still seemed a bit shy. 

Elizabeth, however, is great at reading her guest and their friends. 

"You want to help her, don't you?" Elizabeth said. 

Almost as if on instinct, you almost dropped what you where doing. "Yes!" 

Elizabeth scanned your face of desperation and honest want to help, then go close to your face. "While I cannot directly help you due to my own journey, I can give you this. Find a Plume of Dusk." 

You nodded at Elizabeth, and then there was footsteps coming down from the stairs accompanied by a familiar yawn. "Hey, what's for dinner?" Minato asked. 

"Ah! We are having Sukiyaki with Sashimi!" You said, running up to him and grabbing his hands. 

Minato's face, while his eyes and mouth were still heavy from his sleepiness, smiled at your energetic and happy tone of voice. 

The room's mood, while different then the suffocating tension it once had, was tense now it was unsure tension. But it seemed to settle down, and the night went on as it normally did. 

A few days had passed, and Elizabeth had helped you locate a Plume of Dusk. There was a place on your boyfriend's world where a stash of them was. 

It was. . . A cave. A cave that Elizabeth said was under the lake. 

You stared intently at the water, seeing you and the bridge's reflection in it. 

But there was a slight problem. As the lake is an actual lake, there wasn't a way to go under it. And, Minato still controlled it. So, how on Earth where you going to-

"[Y/N]? What are you doing out here?" Your boyfriend asked. 

"Gah!" When you turned, your boyfriend was behind you. Hugging you tightly as soon as you saw him. "Minato! What's the matter?!"

"I wanted to be with you. For some reason, I don't want to be with them right now. I want to be with you." He said, plainly. 

"Ah-" You weren't sure what to say. 

And for a while, the two of you stood in silence, until you had an idea. 

"How about a date, then?!"

"To where?" He said, lifting his face off your shoulder to look at you.

"Mmmmmmm. . . . . . How about a cave?!"

"A cave?" He asked. "Why there?"

"Because it's pretty! And we haven't been to one as a date! And we'd be alone! Please?!" You seemly bounced in his arms with a goofy smile on your face.

A kiss was placed on your forehead, which caused you to calm down. "Okay, okay. If it means we'll be alone." 

And then, the world changed. 

You where indeed in a cave.

It was indeed a cave. It sparkled and shined with gems you'd never seen before, and with gems have, and it reminded you of Minako's place.

There was a pool in the center, with water dripping down from the ceiling like an upside down fountain. 

"Wow! It's so big!" You exclaimed, getting yourself out of your boyfrenid's arms and running around the cave. "It's as big as the house! And the crystals shine so brightly! It's like a. . . A. . . Oh! Like stars and fireworks!"

Minato was laughing at your antics and cute thoughts so hard he had to summon a chair to steady himself.

The laughing he made went unoticed as you danced so happily around the cave like a child in a candy store. Splashing with the water and messing with the crystals. You felt you could do it for hours, in this cave. 

"Minato! Minato! Look! I can walk on the water! and it's so warm on my skin!"  You said, with your soaked body as you ran to him and saw his chair.  "Minato?" 

"Hahaha! [Y/N], I-Pffffft hahaha! Forgot how funny you can-hahahaha! Be! Pffft-Hahahahaha!"

You confused face only added to his laughing cycle, and after a few moments of you expressing your worry and trying to calm him down, he stopped laughing and got up from the chair. 

"Ha. You never fail to make me laugh, [Y/N]." 

"And you never fail to find new ways to make me do that! You know that right?!" You smiled at him. 

He let out a small laugh, and then walked over to an area with crystal and took a large crystal off the ground and in a glowing blue light, it turned into a beaded manitee necklace with a small hearts and butterflies around the necklace.

"Take this." Your boyfriend said. "It's a gift."

"I know that," you sighed as he put the necklace on you. "But why?"

"Because you came back." He said, pulling you into his arms again. "And I want you to know that isn't happening again."

You laughed. "You don't have to worry about me! I'll be fine!" 

You then saw a decent-sized crystal of Plume of Dusk, and walked towards it and picked it up. "Hey, can I have this?"

"Why?" He laughed at you, and you then walked up to him with the crystal in your arms.

"Because I want to remember this place." You said, looking towards the cave and then turned back to him and smiled. "It's such a beautiful place! And it's our first date in your world!" 

Minato laughed again. "Okay, okay. It's yours then." 

And then, the cave disappeared and you two were back on the bridge again.

The sun had gone down, and you were currently in your room, holding the crystal that Minato turned in a ball.

Elizabeth said I needed one of these, but why?

Wait, maybe the Plume of Dusk could be given to the underworld gods to appease them. 

Or it could be to help you find Minako again. 

But what on Earth could---?

"You found one. And so quickly, too." A voice you recognized said, and when you turned to the voice, there sat Elizabeth. Sitting on your bed. 

"Elizabeth, what am I suppose to do with this?" You asked. 

Elizabeth smiled at you, and then stood up the bed. "May I see it?" 

You nodded, handing over the ball. 

After Elizabeth took the ball from you, she said something and the ball broke into two pieces. One part turned into a crystal copy of you. The other turned into a box. 

"This," Elizabeth said, gesturing to the copy of you, "Will give you time." 

"Time to speak with the gods, right?" You said. 

Elizabeth nodded. "While I don't know how much time, it will be enough to least get you to speak with Minako to tell her what is happening." 

You nodded, and walked over to your copy. It looked at you for a moment and then hugged you. It then gained color and looked like you. It stopped hugging you, and you then knew what your copy was. But before you could say anything, it spoke. "Go on, [Y/N]. You have things to do." 

You nodded at it. "Thank you, [Persona/Name]." 

"Then, this way, [Y/N]." Elizabeth said, gesturing towards a black door. You nodded, and walked through the door, with Elizabeth behind you. 

Your copy then sighed, and went to bed. 

And, on the other side of your room's front door, someone leaned against the door and smiled. "You really are a strange one."

When you got out of the portal, you where in Minako's place once more. 

"There should be a place Minako stays." Elizabeth said, walking a bit. "I'm not sure what it looks like, but you have time." 

You nodded, and started walking away. "Thank you, Elizabeth." 

She simply smiled back. "Thank me when you get back." 

And just like that, she disappeared from sight, taking the black door with her. 

So, you begin to walk. You weren't exactly sure where to go, but that was all you could do right now.

You walked for seemlying for hours, and the place looked exactly the same. 

You sighed. How much farther was it? 

"Come on, we have to-"

"What it a girl like you doing in a place like this, [Y/N]?" A gentle voice said to you.

When you turned, there stood a blonde haired man with a blue tuxedo-like outfit, and a worried look on his face.

"I'm looking for a girl named Minako Arisato. Do you ow to find her?" You asked, plainly.

"Yes, but you're---"

"I know. I shouldn't be here. But that's not important right now. I need to speak with her." 

The man studied you for a moment, and then quietly nodded. "Alright. This way." 

And before you and the man appeared a path. A silver path, at that.

The man walked you towards a cottage.

A really pretty one at that. It looked like something out of a fairytale. 

With its' dark brown and white exterior covered in the crystal vines that shined, and small garden out front. 

It really was small, and it felt much different than your home. You could feel it was warm and friendly, like it wanted you to be there. But, there was an air of loneliness there too.

"Say, [Y/N]." The man asked.

"Yes, um. . ." You looked at him, nerioisly, realing you didn't know his name.

"Theodore." 

"Yes, Theodore?"

"What are you doing here? You're not even from this timeline." He stopped in his tracks, and looked at you. 

You paused for a moment, then continued walking. "I want to help her." 

"Help her?" 

"She. . . Saved me. I want to do something to her kindness."

Theodore looked at you, confused this time, but then sighed helplessly. "You sure are strange." 

"Yes, I mean, I am dating the Great Seal of Nyx." You smiled, passing the Velvet Room attendant. "I think I kinda have to be to do that."

"Theeeeeeeoooo!" A voice yelled as it came closer to you two, and out of the cottage, appeared Minako in the same outfit as before. She happily ran up to the two of you but then stopped when she saw you.

"[Y/N]?" She paused. "What are you doing here? How did you even---?"

"I want to help you meet your teammates. I asked Elizabeth for help." You replied.

"[Y/N], I appreciate the sentiment, but it won't help. I've already tried." She smiled sadly.

"But I have something that may help." You said, pulling out the Plume of Dusk fragment, which now was a bouquet of flowers, whereas it used to be a solid crystal. 

Minako and Theodore both gasped at the flowers. 

"[Y/N], where did you find this much?" Minako asked you. 

"My boyfriend said I could have it. Will this appease the gods?" 

Minako laughed at you. "As stubborn as I remember you. I'm not sure. You want to try it?"

"Huh?" You said.

"If you got this many, there is chance. But I will need you, too." 

"What does that mean?"

"I'm saying you're coming with me. You seem really determined about this. Then, we'll go together." The goddess said, making a red door appear. 

You nodded, and walked with Minako and Theodore through the door.

"You're really needy today, [Y/N]." Minato said to your Persona as the two cuddled on couch. The living room wasn't full of people, as everyone else had decided to go swimming outside. 

"What's wrong with that?" Your copy smiled, snuggling inside your boyfriend's arms. "Am I not allowed to?"

"No, I'm not saying that." Minato said, kissing your copy's forehead, causing the Persona to make a happy sigh. "I'm not used to you being so cuddly." 

"Well, if you can be cuddly, why can't I? It's not fair I have to share you with other people."

This, got Minato to stop for a moment. You've never said something like that before. 

"Minato? What's the matter?" Your copy asked. 

"Can I ask you something, [Y/N]?" He face got serious at your copy. "Do you remember what we had for dinner last night?"

Uh-oh. Your Persona was in trouble now. 

"Why the sudden question, Minato?" The Persona asked. 

"Please answer me." He said, with a more serious voice.

Hmmm. . . We had Sushi. Fuuka and Shinjiro said they wanted to celebrate." the Persona said. 

Minato was silent for a moment, and his face changed from worry to anger. He threw your Persona out of his arms, and pinned to the table. 

"Ow! Hey! What was that---?"

"Where is she?" Minato growled. "What did you do with her?!"

The Persona sighed, and said, "What do you think?"

Minato's expression changed, and he was now very upset. "No. . . He didn't." 

"She's not gone, Minato. She's just with Minako." Ryoji said, appearing behind Minato.

Minato turned to the scarf wearing boy. "She. . . What?"

"She went to see Minako. I heard her speaking with Elizabeth." 

Minato let go of the Persona for a second, and spawned his trademark sword, and then slammed the sword by the Persona's head, which the Persona didn't even flinch to. "Where. Is. She?" The god demanded from the Persona. 

"She's speaking with the underworld gods. She's trying to convince them to give Minako's team back." The Persona said, simply. 

Minato sighed, and stabbed the Persona, causing it to shatter into pieces. "[Y/N], I should have known." 

This was bad. 

Really, really bad. 

The underworld gods had heard your plea, and got your gift, but refused. And now, they said you would be taking back their deal for your insolence.

Without your Persona, and Minako desperately trying to fighting off the servants of the gods, you where stuck. Theodore left, and you had no way to defend yourself. 

You where a sitting duck, and starting to panic at that. 

What the Hell where you doing to do. 

"[Y/N],  you left again. I thought I said it wouldn't happen again." You felt a pair of arms surround your chest, and your necklace glowed a bright blue.

And behind you, appeared Minato. His hair, his eyes. . . Was a different colors. His hair was grey, his eyes were black with purple pupils, and his clothes were now black. It looked like Ryoji's Thanatos like form. With a black cape, silver chains around him, and a skull-like face. 

He grabbed you, and pulled you into his cape and gave you the cape to wear. "You are staying there. Understand?" 

You nodded at him, and Minato turned to the gods. "Forgive my lover. She is quite foolish." 

"Foolish!" One of them sneered.  "She's out of her mind! Such insolence is unforgivable! Especially a mortal as herself!" 

"Indeed, but she won't stop until she gets what she wants." Minato said. 

"No! We refuse!" Another god said. 

"I see. What a shame." Minato said, and sighed.

And then, faster than you could see, pulled out a sword and stabbed the gods. "Then I'll take over."

"Huh?" You breathed out, as Minato stabbed the gods to death, which Minako didn't let you see by walking over to and pulling you into her chest. 

A little bit later, after Minato had in essence destroyed them, he put his sword away and walked towards you and took you out of Minako's arms. 

"Minato, did you---?" You said, before he kissed your forehead. 

"There, [Y/N]. Are you happy now?" he sighed at you. 

"H-Happy? You just killed the gods!" You practically yelled. 

"Well that would have been the only way. Those stubborn gods don't listen to humans." Minato said, hugging you again. 

"B-But! Won't you get in trouble?!"

"Not if we're the new gods."  He smirked. 

You stopped for a moment, "You mean, you and Minako?" 

Your boyfriend nodded. "It'll take some getting used to, but yes." 

You seemed confused for a moment, then gasped and dorkily smiled. "Really?! That's so amazing!" You hugged your boyfriend tighly.

"It seems it's the only way for me to keep an eye on you." 

"Hey!" You pouted.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." He said, as he kissed your forehead again.

"Meanie!" 

Minako started laughing. "Go on you two, you've got to get before every else becomes worried." 

Minato nodded at her, and a portal appeared behind you. Minato tugged you towards him, and you waved at Minako. "Farewell." 

"Farewell!" The goddess said, as you disappeared into the portal. 

You where in Minato's room again. Minato then sat you down the bed, and in a flash of blue light, Minato's eyes, hair and outfit changed back to normal and Ryoji appeared beside Minato. Minato sighed and then flopped unto the bed, taking you with him.

"Gah! That hurts!" You said.

"As punishment for pulling that kind of stunt, I sentence you to be by my side for the next two weeks." Minato said, plainly. 

"Huh?! You can't do that!" you said. 

Minato smirked at you. "Oh, but I can. Watch this." 

And he kissed you on the lips this time. 

You pouted again. "It's not fair catching me off guard like that."

"That's too bad. Now, you don't have an option with my affection." 

"Ah!" You said, as Minato started bombarding you with kisses, and Ryoji sighed. 

"I'll be downstairs." He said.

"No, wait! Ryoji! Help me!" You said as the scarf wearing boy closed the door. 

A few minutes later, Minato had stopped kissing you and the two of you were watching a movie together, cuddled up against each other watching an old movie Minato wanted to watch badly with you. 

About halfway through, you fell asleep in Minato's arms. 

But he didn't notice until the movie was over. "See? That wasn't so---Hmm?" 

Your gentle breathing and cute face you made while you slept made Minato realize you had fallen asleep. He laughed quietly for a moment, then carefully got you out of his arms, and turned off the TV. 

Seeing you sleeping like this. . . Was one of the things enjoyed in this lifetime of solitude. 

Because God, you were so, so cute like this.

Wrapped in his arms, and Minato would forget his job.

Which was one of the best things you gave him.

"Sleep, [Y/N]. You deserve it." He kissed your forehead which more and crawled into bed with you. "You've worked so hard for it." 

And the boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. 

[dirt-cup-draco]

Pietro x Reader Part 2/2

Warnings: stalking 

Pietro had noticed the second you’d walked in. Your shoulders were stiff and your eyes were red like you’d been rubbing at them. He looked to Wanda to see if she had noticed but she just smiled and pulled you into a warm hug. 

“Glad to see you kiddo,” Tony spoke from his spot on the couch and Sam lifted his beer in agreement. Your smile was weak at best and your eyes flitted around as you waved at everyone else. Once your eyes found his though you were on a swift path to his side. He wouldn’t admit it but it certainly boosted his ago. But his main concern was you. 

Pietro’s arm fell around your shoulders and you immediately leaned into his side. “You okay Y/N?” He cut right to the chase but kept his voice low. You were never one to want to speak of your problems and if you felt like you were going to worry others you would bottle it up until you exploded. Hopefully if it was just you two you’d let him know what had you so skittish. 

“Of course, just happy to see everyone,” You spoke easily, your smile stretching as if it would erase any sign of stress on your face. He was going to ask again but then Steve was strolling in with several bowls of popcorn balanced in his arms and Natasha was dimming the lights as Vision started the movie. He couldn’t really pay attention though. You were still underneath his arm. The popcorn that had been set in your lap was empty twenty minutes after the film had started. You were a nervous eater, that was one of the first things hed learned about you. 

Once that distraction was gone you had turned your attention to your poor lip. It was tugged between your lip and you were chewing at it not so kindly. Your leg bounced up and down. Your eyes were pointed towards the screen but he wasn’t so sure you were really absorbing anything that was going on. After all he’d been blatantly staring at you and you hadn’t even turned to look at him yet. You hadn’t playfully jabbed your elbow into his side and your cheeks weren’t burning red with embarrassment. Your mind was clearly somewhere else. 

A loud sound from the action movie had you snapping back though and you stilled your leg, smiling at Pietro again but it didn’t reach your eyes. You were just trying to convince him you were fine and it wasn’t working. He knew better. Sometimes you were put on edge by the auras around you but everyone was relaxed, you were among friends and most of all you were with him. You had told him once his aura was your favorite, it erased all of the bad ones you ran into during the day. So what was hanging over you so heavily that he couldn’t break through? 

You were still worrying your lip between your teeth and he wanted to reach over and free it. You were going to make it bleed at this rate. Instead he just took the empty bowl from your lap and promised quietly to be right back. 

You weren’t surprised by him vanishing in a second followed by the sound of the microwave. There were just some things that he couldn’t speed up. You knew that he was worried. Every three seconds he was looking at you, his fingers fidgeted while he was thinking whether he realized it or not and they’d been drumming against your arm since the second youd leaned into his side. You felt awful for seeming so on edge. Seeing Adam had really put you into a sour mood. But most of all it had left you feel unsafe and violated. He had fucking followed you to the tower. Which meant he had to have followed you home at some point. Just waiting for you to leave. He knew where you lived, he knew your number, he knew you were meeting with the goddamn avengers and he was still texting you like hed helped you cross the street instead of stalking you. 

A rush of air and Pietro was seated back to you again, hot popcorn filling the bowl the brim. It was a nice gesture. 

“Thank you,” You spoke honestly. 

“Anything for you Princess,” He smiled. It was tight around the edges though and you knew that he wanted to talk more but it wasn’t the time or place but you felt an increasing guilt building up within you. 

Yet when the third movie of the night ended and your fifth bowl of popcorn had been emptied, yes you had a serious problem, yes you were absolutely sick now, you were tugging on your jacket and saying goodbye to everyone. You’d refused to turn your phone back on during the movies but now that you were on your way out you were depending on it. If anything happened you wanted your phone ready. You knew you could ask any one of your friends for a ride but you didn’t want to come across as a burden. You could even probably stay the night but you didn’t want to mooch off of Tony’s kindness. 

You had hugged each and every last person, a kiss on the cheek from Wanda, a slap on the back from Sam and a noogie from Bucky. Natasha was out cold on the couch and Clint had left after the second movie. But Pietro followed you to the elevator, worry deep set in his baby blues. You squeezed his arm, muttering, “Goodnight sunshine,” the same time he asked,  “What wont you tell me that’s been on your mind all night?” 

You looked like you were about to speak up when your phone starting dinging, one after the other. Four sharp noises in the otherwise tense silence that had begun to span between you and your dearest friend. You knew who it would be once you looked at your phone and your anxiety spiked. Yet at the same time it seemed to harden your resolve. You shouldn’t bother them with something so trivial. You were just being dramatic and nothing would happen. Pietro and the rest of your friends saw evil every day and dealt with hardships you could only imagine. It would be selfish to drag him into this foolish bump in your otherwise smooth road. 

“It’s nothing Piet, really, I’ll text you once I’m home alright?” 

He sighed and his shoulders sagged and it broke your heart but he was nodding. His hand gripped your shoulder and he was tugging you close so he could press his lips against your forehead. 

“Sure you don’t want a ride?”

“Stop worrying it doesnt suit you,” You tried teasing, “The weather is still fine enough and I need the fresh air.”

“I wouldn’t even have to give you a ride, I could just run you home,” 

You laughed a little bit and he was glad to see that it was the most genuine action you’d had all night. “Thank you, but that always makes me feel sicker than a dog, you know that,” 

He finally let you go but he didn’t miss the way you glanced at your phone as the elevator doors closed, your eyes flashing anxiously as your leg started bouncing again. Something on your phone was causing you to panic in a matter of a second and he was desperate to help. It might not be right but he was worried for you. He would follow you home, at a distance of course, just to make sure you were okay. That was purely innocent. He just needed to know you were alright that was all. It wasn’t safe to walk home anyway. 

The elevator lowered and the hollow feeling in your stomach worsened. 

What business do you have that is so late?

Hard working woman, I like that.

I tried calling, is your phone off?

Are you ignoring me? That’s really rude you know

Text back as soon as possible! We have to talk.

Text after text and you were paused in the lobby. Once you walked out those doors you weren’t sure if he was going to be out there. But he said you should text him back. If he was still waiting he probably would have said you two would talk later, right? You bit your lip hard as if the pain would make you make up your decision. After pacing for a second you finally pushed against the doors. The air blew your hair around and your heartbeat was erratic. 

You began to walk but you were slow, eyes darting at every shadow and alley and noise. Your breathing sounded loud in your own ears and every once in a while you peaked down at your phone. You left it on your contacts. If anything happened all you had to do was call the quickest man you knew. That thought relaxed you and not ten minutes later you had made it to your block .You could see your apartment window from here. Your shoulders drooped but the relief was short lived. Your phone rang out loud.

You nearly dropped it at the startling sound and then you almost threw your phone into the street when your called ID revealed it to be Adam on the other end. You quickly hit the red button, ending the call. You walked faster and your leg was on the step to your complex when a hand was grabbing your hand. “You know it’s not nice to ignore people Y/N” The sound of his voice grated at every nerve in your body and you were frozen still. 

“Please leave me alone,” You whimpered, shrugging your arm against his hold. 

“You won’t even give me a chance! All woman are liars! Lying awful bitches!” You winced and shrank, tugging harder against him. 

“Just let me go!” You shrieked.

Suddenly you were free, stumbling and falling against the concrete stairs you had started to ascend before Adam had grabbed hold of you. You had only blinked but when you focused again the frightening man, with his bubbling aura and suffocating presence was groaning on the ground several feet away while a shock of blonde hair and a comforting pair of blue eyes were in front of you. 

Pietro’s hands were on your face, his forehead pressing against yours as he asked if you were okay. You nodded quickly, hands gripping his wrists to ground yourself. Oh god you were so glad he’d come. Every thought had gone from your mind and fear had frozen you. You weren’t sure you wouldv’e been able to get away if your sunshine hadn’t arrived. 

Once he knew you were okay he pulled away, walking to Adam with slow measured steps. “If you ever come near her again, contact her, or even fucking think about her I will know and I will make sure you stay away permanently.” He threatened with surprising venom. You had never heard Pietro sound so violent before, It would have been frightening if you didn’t know the actually gentle man. Adam whimpered and crawled on the cement away from Pietro’s towering form. 

“Alright you fucking freak, get the fuck away from me,” Adam’s voice cracked and you were grateful that the imposing monster that he had become in your mind had vulnerabilities. More importantly he looked like he had shit his pants. He looked pitiful and nothing was more satisfying in that moment. 

Yet your hands were still shaking and you only felt okay when in a spit second decision Pietro had hoisted Adam up by  the collar of his shirt and sped him away. You sat on the steps in shock and wrapped your arms around your knees. You knew he wasn’t gone for long yet it seemed like forever before Pietro appeared before you. He looked very unhappy. Without a word he was taking your keys from your hand and was tossing your over his shoulder even as you protested. In a blur you were inside your apartment and he was setting your keys down on your counter. Angel lifted an uninterested head and then went back to snoozing on the floor.

“We could’ve walked,” You muttered as Pietro paced in your kitchen, his hands tugging at his hair. His lips were set in a hard line and his eyes were cold. It made your stomach turn. His aura was usually a bright yellow yet it was bubbling at the edges, red curling up and choking out the sun. He was angry. 

“What the hell was that about? Are you crazy? How long has this been going on? W-who even was that guy? Y/N-! I just... Where do I even start? How are you not saying anything!” He burst out all at once, going to you, arms grabbing your shoulders tight as he shook you gently. The anger was already fading at your wide eyed look and his grip loosened. It was replaced by his worry again and you felt so guilty. 

“I-I thought I had it under control, I’m sorry” you supplied lamely. You grabbed his wrists and tugged his hands off of you, letting them dangle in front of you as you held his hands. You knew he wanted more from you. “It’s only been a couple of days, he asked me for my number at the gas station, but I said no! And then he saw me at the park walking Angel, he called me out on my lie and I felt obligated to give him my number. A-and then when I got to the tower tonight he was outside, he followed me Piet! H-he followed me home and followed me back and it was fucking scary and he wouldn’t stop texting me and I’m sorry I dont know why I didnt tell you I was just too scared. His aura.... it was suffocating.”

You were rambling. You knew it but you were home safe with your person and he knew the situation and you couldn’t help it you were letting go of everything youd been holding onto and it was so much all at once. Tears were coming fast and hot, trailing down  your cheeks. Strong arms were around you without a moments notice and your knees grew weak. 

“I was so scared...” You choked, burrowing against his warmth and safety. 

“It’s alright, princess, it’s okay I’m not upset. You’re safe with me. He won’t bother you again, okay?” He said, hand coming to cradle the back of your head as he lead you to your couch. You sniffled, a shuddering breath escaping your lips as Pietro pressed a reassuring kiss to your cheek. Your sobs paused and he brushed his lips against your nose, your forehead, your brow bone. 

“Please dont cry Y/N, you’re safe with me, always,” He said desperately and you nodded, sniffling more to hold back your tears. 

“I know sunshine, you’re my safe place, a-always have been,” You hiccuped nuzzling your nose against his. “I’m so sorry,” You apologized again. He looked really upset still and you knew it was only because you were scared and crying. 

His hand was comforting on your back and he rubbed circles repetitively into the skin there. Things quieted and you were slumped against him, your tears drying as his shirt soaked up all your fears and anxieties. Your breathing had evened out and you hadn’t moved in awhile, he was scared to move because he thought youd fallen asleep but he didn’t want to assume that you wanted him there so he slowly removed you from his lap. But he was met with immediate resistance. “Please don’t go, I need you,” You spoke, head raising. 

Your eyes were ringed with red and there were dried streaks on your cheeks. He raised his hand and let his thumb rub at the evidence of your distress. “Are you sure?” You nodded and grabbed his wrist, kissing his palm before leaning your cheek into his warm calloused hand. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to be here with me,” You admitted. 

He smiled a little. “You’re going to give me a big head princess,” You smiled a little bit easier and he was glad to see that you were coming back from your stressful day. It helped a lot that you had such a good protector. 

You kissed the corner of his mouth and giggled at the blush that immediately colored his cheeks. You two had always been affectionate but that was a little too close for comfort. 

“I think we should get you to bed,” He stumbled over his words, unable to meet your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck though and made yourself more comfortable in his lap. He was your safe place and your sunshine and your everything. Meeting him had been the best thing that had ever happened to you. He kept you safe, he cared for you, he was wonderful. You’d liked Pietro for a long time. You leaned in but found your lips connected to his cheek instead of his lips. His chest was rising and falling rapidly. 

“Y/N,” He said, his voice stern, “You’ve been through a lot tonight, don’t do anything you might regret just because you need comfort...” 

Your heart fell. “T-thats not what I’m doing Piet! I just... I know what I’m doing, I’m thinking clearly...” You said, shame coming over you even as you spoke. 

His eyes softened a little bit and he brought his arms back around you. “I want what you want, truly, but I think you need to get some rest before we do or talk about anything, okay? I will stay Princess, we can talk more in the morning okay? It’s not a rejection, god knows I could never reject you, but this isn’t the time,” 

You were lucky to have him. 

You let your forehead fall against his shoulder and you nodded. “You’re right, I’m sorry... I promise that I’ll still want to kiss you in the morning though,” He laughed and it was warm and hearty. It made you feel so much better.

“I look forward to it princess, now get some sleep,” He said, leading you to your room. After your were in pajamas and under the covers he came in to wish you goodnight. 

“You can rest, I’ll keep you safe,” He promised with a smile that left you feeling warm. 

“I know you will,”