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skzhua · 9 months

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BESTIE SJSJSJ FIRST IMMA SAY YOUR ANGST WITH THE HAPPY ENDS? ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL LIKE IVE READ PLENTY AND NEVER COULD FIND ONE THAT SCRATCHED MY ITCH (or whatever they say)😭 SOOOO I SAW UOUR REQUESTS WERE OPENED AND I RAN HERE😭😭😭 i don't have a very ... Particular request like idk the exact word but it's basically just a smol thought you can write if you like💀

So basically stumbled upon a video of Binnie talking about how memebers are when angry and him sayin all it takes for him to calm down IS ANY SORT IF PHYSICAL TOUCH

Simply shakes me to the core every time I think about him being putty in my hands 🫦🫦 (no calling me out for being delusional i will police and jail)

Idek know how to base an entire one shot around just this tiny thing so let's just pretend i was gushing if you can't either 💀💀💀

The Three Times Changbin Got Mad, and the One Time He Didn't

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Pairing Seo Changbin x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff.

Word Count: 1,777

Warnings: Swearing. (not proofread yet!)

A/N: Like you said, extremely hard to base off an entire imagine just from this so I'm sorry if this is shitty. I tried real hard for inspiration to come but Changbin is such a soft person in my mind that I genuinely can't wrap my head around him getting angry lmao. I hope this does the trick!

In the few years you had been dating the man, Changbin liked to consider himself as a calm person. In fact, he only got angry a few times. But those few times were intense.

one.

JYP criticized his song. By then, it was no surprise to anyone that Changbin had some dislike towards his big boss. However, it was not the first time he got some harsh reviews on a demo. So why did this one in particular made him especially pissed? Because he wrote it about his lover, you.

When he wrote it, he hadn't seen you in days and missed you terribly. He gave his all to this song as he arranged and composed it only a few days after writing it. Once you finally found the time to see each other, he was so proud to show it to you. Of course you loved it and almost cried because, come on, how sweet is it that your boyfriend loves you so much that he makes a song about you?

Apparently, it was not enough to be released as an SKZ-RECORD.

"Is it the melody? I could change the hook for-" Changbin started, but Chan put his hand on his shoulder as to stop him from speaking any more.

"It's not just the melody. The lyrics are very explicitly directed to a significant other and some fans might react poorly to it. Plus, it doesn't sound like the kind of music you'd release. Your tone is too soft unlike usually."

Changbin was baffled. "Too soft? What about it? Do you expect me to sing about the love of my life while growling?"

Chan felt the tension growing. "Bin, it's not-"

"You think it's bad too?" he scoffed.

"I didn't say that but-"

"No, I get it." he cut him off again. "Thank you both for the feedback."

And just like that, he stormed out of the room, heading straight to the gym. It was the only he thought of letting out the build up rage his coworkers had caused. Music blasting in his headphones, doing his nth squat, he still couldn't calm down. As he dropped his dumbbell in front of him, his attention was drifted to the door opening to his left. Jisung stood there with a small smile. Changbin removed turned off his music and greeted the younger man with a wave. Jisung dropped his things in the corner of the room where the lockers were located before he joined him.

"You started without me?"

Changbin nodded, sweat dripping on his face. "I left the company early."

"Chan told me."

Not wanting to discuss about what had happened, he turned his music back on and went on with his workout. Jisung got the message and didn't bother him any further. They exercised together in silence.

An hour later, they left to go back home. It was no surprise for anyone when Changbin didn't take the time to greet Chan when he walked in the dorm as he went straight to his room. He pulled out a bag and then dialed your number.

On your side, you were doing nothing but watching a movie. Not having gotten the proper sleep for a while, you were dozing off easily. The ring coming from your phone woke you up immediately. Recognizing the contact picture of your boyfriend, you wasted no time to answer.

"Hey." you answered with a yawn.

"Hey." Changbin said softly. "Did I wake you up?"

"No." you chuckled. "What's up?"

He sighed in hesitation. "Can I come sleep at your place tonight? Something happened at work and I can't seem to calm down."

"Of course you can, but I might be already asleep when you come."

"It's fine with me, I just need a break from the guys for a bit."

Although he couldn't see, you smiled sadly. If he needed a break from the boys, it meant something really bad happened. Otherwise, he would try to fix things instead.

"Alright. If I don't answer the door, just come in, okay?!

And that's what he did. He did argue a bit with Chan whether it was a good idea sleeping at your place when they had an early practice the next day. Still, he left harshly and went to your apartment.

As you had predicted, you had fallen asleep already. His heart did get lighter at the sight of you, but he still had this knot inside of his stomach. In silence, he slipped under the covers and closed his eyes.

two.

Changbin was already having a bad day. Not having slept much the night before, he was most definitely exhausted. So when Minho pointed out that he did not do a move the right way, it only fed his anger.

"We've been doing this choreography enough times, you should be able to do it properly." Minho sighed. "Can I see it again?"

Changbin suppressed any sign of annoyance and did as told. And he made the same mistake again.

Minho shook his head. "Try again."

And again, same thing.

"I'm sorry." he apologized in a small voice.

"We have a showcase tomorrow, you are supposed to master the choreography." Minho exhaled. "Again."

And it was the same. Maybe having called you until late at night was not a good idea after all.

"What is it with you today? Stop think about Y/N and focus."

That reached Changbin's limit. He would take any criticism or even insults, but he would never accept someone bringing you up for no reason.

"You know I can do this move normally, can't we just move on?"

"I'm just saying if you weren't so distracted with her-"

Changbin scoffed. "Don't go there, Minho."

"Am I wrong, though? I get you have your own little adventure with her, but I still expect you to be doing this properly."

"We're only practicing."

"And we visibly need practicing here."

Chan walked to stand between the two men. "Alright, I think this is enough."

"Tell that to him." Changbin nodded his head at Minho.

"I'm sorry for wanting us to be at our best."

"So the best would be for me to break up with Y/N and miserably work non-stop here?"

Minho's jaw clenched, Changbin could see it. The lack of answer was his cue that he had enough of the day. With a decided walk, he took his belongings and didn't forget to slam the door behind him.

He would have called you, but you had gone back to your parents' home for the weekend and he knew how much you missed them. So he went to the studio and drowned himself in his music. Oddly enough, he had enough inspiration to write a song. It was mostly spiteful so he would never actually put it out, but it did help. Still, even after hours submerged in sound mixing and some recordings here and there, he could get rid of the anger Minho had grown in his core.

He really wished you were there.

three.

Jeongin stole his protein shake. For anyone else, this was not an issue at all. However, Changbin took his workout very seriously. So much so that it was almost to the point he'd pass it before the members. In this case, it was definitely that.

"It's half empty." he said through the phone.

The younger man having left to start his day already, he tried his best to justify his action from afar. "I stayed over last night and woke up late, this was the only thing I could digest quickly for the day. Anyway, you told me you'd make me one at some point."

Changbin scoffed. "I told you I'd make you one on the day you stop being a little shit."

"Hey, I have been nice for quite a while now."

"Congrats? What do you want me to say? Jeongin, this was perfectly mesured for me to get through the day and I was running out of protein powder so I was kind of counting on this one for my diet."

"Sorry, I didn't know."

"You could've asked at the very least."

"I said I'm sorry, really."

"Yeah right."

And he hung up, steam coming out of his ears as he stared at the shaker.

four.

The slam of the hotel room's door made your heart stop for a second. When your eyes laid on your boyfriend coming in, you calmed down immediately. Still, the look on his face didn't scream happiness and that perked some worry in you.

"Hey, baby." you said softly while he was taking his shoes off.

"Hi."

He didn't speak any more and dropped down on the chair opposite to where you were. You knew him better than anybody else but the expression on his face was unreadable. It was negative for sure but you couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly.

"How was the concert?" you finally broke the silence.

"The usual." he answered boringly.

"The fans?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "The usual."

Something was off and it annoyed the shit out of you. "Alright, what happened?"

"Nothing."

"I'm not taking this as an answer."

He sighed, already feeling defeated. He couldn't hide anything from you, even the slightest thing. He went up to you and sat on the bed.

"It's not that big of a deal but my mic was cut and I missed a whole rap verse."

You let out a breath. "That's a shame... They fixed it at least?"

"Yeah but I got nervous after and messed everything up. Chan was on my back for the rest of the night and it pissed me off. Like, I don't know, I was trying."

You shushed him quick by stroking his hand with your thumb. Instantly, you could see his whole body relax a little. You didn't need to ask for him to crawl next to you, allowing you to engulf him in a cuddle. Rubbing the sides of his body, you kept quiet as your sole goal was to comfort him.

Changbin felt his heart pound less and less as he melted under your touch. Affection has always worked on him as a way to relax but you were a special one. Your presence could be enough for him to forget about anything remotely frustrating. You were his safe space and he felt so much love for you, no shit he would calm down so fast.

"Thank you." he whispered with a smile.

"It's nothing. Now, how about I order us some food and we go to bed?"

He moved around so he could see your face and smirked. "Are you paying?"

"Don't push your luck, Seo."

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids changbin #seo changbin #seo changbin x reader #seo changbin fluff #seo changbin imagines #seo changbin fanfic

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honey-comb-xox · 3 months

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Greened out

Nick Sturniolo x male!stoner!reader

Warnings: Weed, greening out, throwing up, peer pressure, driving while high (don't do that brothers!! Be safe!) - sorry if i missed anything pls lmk if I did!!

A/n: y’all be gentle w this one it’s my first actual writing that isn’t a joke 😭

Summary: y/n greens-out 😶‍🌫️

Y/n sighed as he leaned further back in the lawn chair he found himself in about 3 hours ago. The hot summer air in L.A. was completely different then what he was used to in New York, for some reason it just made blunts hit 10x better.

“Dude you gonna hog that shit or fuckin pass it”

Y/n snaps out of his daze and keeps the smoke circle going, it had been a stressful day. The majority of his day so far has been spent running errands, bringing Nick back and forth to the post office for Space Camp orders, and making sure the Triplets didn’t starve while signing cards for their 6 mil merch drop. It doesn’t sound like a whole lot, but it was definitely draining. Hence the predicament he’s in now.

“Bruh I got one more blunt! Who’s up for a third?”

“Nah man i’m good i gotta drive back to Nicks soon”

“Dude look it’s skinny as shit you’ll be fine, unless you’re pussy”

“Seriously man, i’m not falling for your shit right now”

Y/n did in fact fall for his shit again. Which has led him to his current predicament of how the hell he was supposed to get home, if this was any other area in town then he’d just leave his car. But of course it wasn’t and on top of all that there was not a single sober person he trusted to drive his car to Nicks. There’s really only one option…

“Alright guys I think imma head out” Y/n groaned while stretching up

“Be careful driving back man!”

Y/n sighs as he starts his car preparing for a long ride back home.

~Timeskip~

Y/n stumbles out of his car while trudging up to the front door. After messing with his keys for a few minutes he finally finds the key Nick gifted him a couple of weeks back.

“Nick! I’m back!” Y/n exclaimed

“Hey! Matt and Chris just went out to get dinner. Did you eat?” Nick says going in for a hug.

“Nah I just got back from Jetts place”

“Yeah I can tell. How much did you guys smoke?” Nick coughs from the stench of weed radiating of off Y/n

“I don’t know…like three, 2 ½ blunts” Y/n responds nonchalantly

“THREE? Please don’t tell me you drove back here right after”

“Well I didn’t really have a choice. I couldn’t just leave my car there” At this point that ‘mini’ blunt is starting to hit a lot more than Y/n expected it to. Nick keeps rambling on, but this all goes through one ear and out the other because now it’s either he focuses on what Nicks saying or not throwing up.

“Are you even listening to me right now? You know what, whatever just tell me what you want from Canes so I can tell Matt and Chris”

“Nah I’m good I think, I actually gotta go to the bathroom real quick” Y/n paled. The thought of food was enough to send him over the edge.

Nick looks questionably at his boyfriend, but then brushes it off and rolls his eyes. The moment of silence is broken by groans from the bathroom.

“Babe you okay?” Nick hollers

Y/n doesn’t respond.

“Babe!” Nick shouts once again

Again no response. Nick runs to the bathroom to find his boyfriend curled up near the toilet.

“Oh my god! Babe are you okay?”

Y/n only groans in response. Nick sits down and rubs his back soothingly. Y/n goes to turn to Nick only to find the room rapidly spinning around him which only furthers his nausea. This carries on for another 5 minutes.

“Oh my god. I’m never smoking weed again” Y/n whines while slumping against Nick

“Yeah right, I’m gonna go grab you some water and your toothbrush from my room” Nick laughs

Y/n nods, while adjusting his position to lay on the cold tile .

“Aww poor baby” Nick says smugly

“Oh shush” Y/n says as he sits up against the bathtub

“Seriously though, are you okay?”

“Yea, I mean I’m still a little dizzy but the nausea is gone” Y/n yawns as he curls into Nick.

~Timeskip~

Chris runs up to the door without waiting for Matt.

“Dude seriously! Not even gonna grab the drinks or anything?” Matt hollers from the van.

“I getting the door for you, duh” Chris says meekly

Chris goes back to the van to grab the drinks from Matt, and holds the door for his brother.

“Nick!! We’re back! We got food for Y/n too!” Matt yells as he passes the stairs.

“Matt look at this” Chris whispers

Matt sets down the food on the counter, and heads over to Chris. The boys have their heads peeking into the bathroom only to find Nick and Y/n peacefully sleeping against the bathtub all snuggled up together.

“If they don’t wake up in like…thirty minutes then we’ll wake them up so their food doesn’t get too cold” Matt whispers to Chris

Then a sudden flash comes from Chris’ camera with the image of Nick holding Y/n in his arms sleepy glaring as his brothers.

A/n: okay how was that? Again please be kind it’s my first time writing smth like this but if you have any tips for me i’m definitely open to suggestions!!

#nick sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x male reader #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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have-kake · 2 months

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Big Brother [2/3]

Three instances of big brother instincts within the chain. [Ao3 Link]

[Part 1: Wind] [Part 2: Twilight] [Part 3: Warriors]

Twilight pauses when he thinks he hears shouting. He's far from camp, and he can't usually hear the others from this far. He quickly changes directions and starts back. If monsters showed up, he'd rather be a part of the fight than find out he missed the entire thing.

The shouting gets clearer the closer he gets. He's careful to keep quiet as he hurries along. The last thing he needs is for any potential enemies to hear him.

"You don't need to know how to read to work a fucking map!!" Legend practically roars.

Twilight stumbles to a halt in his surprise.

Wild screams his own retort back.

Twilight runs a hand over his face with a long sigh. Of course they're arguing over how to travel. When do they not argue about how to travel?

He doesn't bother rushing for the rest of the walk back. They're screaming at each other, but it doesn't seem all that serious yet either.

He stops at the edge of camp where he can get a good look at them. He's not surprised to see Legend and Wild squaring up, but he is surprised to see Hyrule doing the same. He even seems to be on Wild's side too.

He looks around the camp to see where the others are. Sky and Four are both gone. Wind sits with Wars and they're both snickering at the arguing trio. And Time is doing a wonderful job at ignore everything.

He lets out a weary sigh. How did he end up being the only adult in the group? He's not even part of the oldest three! Yet he always gets stuck breaking up the stupid fights.

Hyrule and Wind play with a chuchu from Wild's era? Time's there to glare at all of them in disappointment.

Everyone places bets on whether Four can win against a like-like in tug-of-war? Time's there to lecture everyone and glare at them in disappointment.

Four and Wild nearly come to blows over what a tomato is? Twilight's there to calm them down.

Legend and Sky start fighting over religion and which Goddesses are real? Twilight's there to separate them.

Wild and Hyrule gang up on Legend about how to travel? Twilight's left to resolve the issue.

"That's soundin' like a pretty serious argument y'all are having," Twilight comments as he steps up to the trio. Instantly all three of them start shouting again as they try to talk over one another to give their side of the story first.

Normally, Twilight doesn't mind. He's used to breaking up arguments and fights between the kids in the his village. But these are grown adults! And none of the other adults bother to do shit!

Without warning, he hits all three of them on the head. "Shut up!" He snaps.

Hyrule falls silent in shock. Legend just crosses his arms with a huff. Wild tries to talk back, but a glare has him backing down.

"Y'all gettin this fight every other day!" He snaps. He doesn't even care about how the others are gonna pick on his accent. "I am sick 'n tired of hearin' it!"

"Then go somewhere else!" Wild yells as Hyrule tries to blame Legend for something.

Twilight reaches out and grabs both of them. He picks them up with ease. He makes sure to hold them extra tight so they don't slip free and so it's uncomfortable.

Legend snorts.

Twilight glares at him and the vet immediately falls silent.

Wild tries to break free so he tightens his grip, and he keeps tightening until Wild starts yelling. "Okay, stop, stop! That hurts!" He shouts finally stopping his struggle.

Twilight stops tightening his grip, but he doesn't loosen it either. "If I gotta hear this stupid dang fight one more time!" He threatens. "Imma rat the three o' y'all to Time!"

That seems to get the Old Man's attention.

Legend narrows his eyes up at Twilight. "You wouldn't," he whispers.

"Watch me," he looks away to find Time watching them carefully. "Hey, Old Man, y'ever wonder how yer fancy shoulder armor got all chewed up?"

Legend's eyes widen comically wide. Twilight would laugh if he wasn't so annoyed. He has to fix his hold on Hyrule as the poor boy also tenses. Two birds with one stone.

Time's single eye narrows. "Yes," he says slowly. "As a matter of fact, I do."

Twilight turns back to Legend with a triumphant smirk. He even focus on the two in his arms for good measure. Can't let Time know for sure who did it.

"Or maybe I'll tell Sky which o' y'all spilled that weird gunk on the Master Sword," Twilight continues feeling Wild and Hyrule flinch. "Or Wars who tore up his scarf." The scarf had actually been Four, but having the Captain's attention increase the tension helps.

"Okay, okay! We'll stop!" Wild says.

Hyrule's quick to nod along. "No more fighting! Got it!"

Twilight lets go abruptly. Hyrule tries to catch himself, but still ends up with a mouthful of dirt. Wild doesn't even bother trying and just flops to the ground with a quiet grunt.

He waits until they've picked themselves up to cross his arms. "Well?"

"Sorry, Twilight," they say with varying degrees of reluctance.

"I ain't the one y'all should be apologizin' to," though he does appreciate it.

Legend and Wild grumble while Hyrule simply shuffles in place.

"I'm waiting."

Hyrule sighs. "Sorry, Legend."

"Yeah, sorry," Wild adds.

Legend huffs. "I'm sorry, too, I guess."

Twilight claps both Legend and Wild on the shoulder. He smiles at the way they both jump. "See, that ain't so hard."

The three of them disperse and wander to different parts of the camp. Twilight sighs and makes his way over to the fire. There goes his plans to transform for a few hours. He's too exhausted to even think of running around. Shame he can't take them out to chop wood. Like Fado liked to say: you got energy to fight, you got energy to work!

Wind snickers as he walks by. "Looks like even big brother Twilight has his limits," he stage whispers to Wars who snorts.

Twilight stops to raise an eyebrow at both of them. "Y'all two fixin' to join in?"

Wars and Wind both hold up their hands. "Nope, we're all good," Wars says.

"What he said," Wind agrees.

He ignores them and goes to take a seat. He lets out a long breath as he gets settled.

Time leans over to him. "Who was it?"

"Hm?"

"Who messed up my pauldron?"

"Dunno what you're talking 'bout," he replies.

Time frowns. "But you said–?"

"And they stopped," he shrugs, "so s'far as I'm concerned, I dunno what you're talkin' bout."

Wars laughs. "A true brother's honor!"

Some time later, Sky finally wanders into camp. He looks around and raises an eyebrow at Four and Wild as they cook. "Did they finally finish fighting?"

Twilight glares at him.

Wind leans forward from his spot by Time. "You should've seen it!" He says excitedly. "Twi really let 'em have it!"

"He went full farm boy on them, too," Warriors adds. "Thick accent and all!"

Sky looks surprised as he takes a seat next to Warriors. "Really?"

Twilight's still glaring at him. "And where were you?" He asks. "You were supposed to be watchin' the camp with Wars 'n the Old Man."

"The fighting was getting annoying, so I went for a walk," he shrugs.

Twilight simply nods.

In the morning when they head out on the road again, Twilight lets Legend know Sky's the one who accidentally dumped his pack a few days ago. He leaves to scout ahead just as Legend starts shouting. Maybe one day Sky will act his age. Until then, Twilight will keep treating him like one of the kids from the village too.

#linked universe #linked universe fic #linked universe fanfic #lu twilight #lu legend #lu wild #lu hyrule #poor guy has middle sibling energy #Longevity wise. This is probably my fave part outta the three

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youmarin · 5 months

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Now Recruiting! ft. Inarizaki VB Boys - Part 8: Inarizaki v.s. Itachiyama

Summary: It’s time for the Summer Interhigh Tournament. Rivals face each other. And after, what will the next semester bring to the boys and Miss Manager?

Word count: 3,690 + Extra 12 (214)

previous, series masterlist

“Oi! I’m leaving, you know! Exhausting yourselves won’t help you out.”

“Just one more.” The setter said as he made his starting run. One. Two. Three. Four. Jump floater. Suna, who was on the other side of it, wasn't able to discern the real trajectory - or maybe he was already tired and began to half ass-, and took position too far up front. He received it. The only problem is he did so with his face. “Holy fuck!” Atsumu cursed and ran over to him.

“Suna!” You dropped the other volleyballs you had picked up on the cart - didn’t want to risk anyone tripping on one and getting injured. One’s never too safe- and ran over to check up on the dark haired boy lying on the ground.

“Are you okay?” You leaned over him from one side. He was blinking, probably trying to make out what had just happened to him. And there were three of you looking down on him. If he wasn’t worried by the simultaneous numbness and hurt he felt on his face he might’ve thought he was having a dream.

“He should be okay. If it were a spike serve he might’ve passed out.” Everyone finds reassurance differently, you guessed.

“I’m fine.” He tried to sit by grabbing the hand Osamu was offering. He missed it.

“Think you might’ve given him a concussion?” Osamu tried again and gently helped him sit. Suna’s head spun for a moment but it slowly came back to focus. “What day is it?”

“2nd of August.” Suna answered as you inspected the red spot on his forehead, brushing his hair away from his face.

“Who hit ya straight on your snout?” No answer. “Oi. Suna, I’m speaking to you.”

“What?” He briefly looked away from your concerned eyes and looked over to where Osamu was by one side before returning to look at you. “Oh. ‘Tsumu did.”

“Okay, y/n, Imma need you step out for a moment.”

“What?” You looked at him, confused.

“You’re clearly distracting him. I can’t consider the integrity of this test if I don’t know if he’s concussed or just crushing on you.”

“Well, okay.” You left, still worried yet a bit flustered. “I’ll bring the first aid kit.”

Kita gave the team a fearsome earful for not going home after the countless times he told them to, making them warm up properly before leaving -and 10 extra laps to make things interesting-. After making sure that Suna was okay -Suna’s punishment got a rain check, but for now he was staring at his fellow second years, Akagi and a couple of first years, thinking he was on the clear- , you took care of his nosebleed, sitting on the court’s left side bench. He felt so lame right now. “I’m glad it wasn’t anything serious.”

“Of course it’s serious.” Suna answered, “Atsumu could’ve broken my nose or ruined my face.” You laughed.

“Well, he didn’t. But someone else might someday if you’re continuing this career path.”

“Not if I actually receive with my arms.”

You fell in a comfortable silence as you worked. You tilted his head and moved to wipe the blood off his lips and nose .

“How are you feeling?” You asked after a while. Suna straightened up and seeing as he wasn’t bleeding over his face and t-shirt anymore you considered it safe.

“I’m okay.” He nodded, trying to ignore how his surroundings blurred when he did. But when he stood up, you noticed the gone look that flashed in his eyes for a second.

“You’re still dizzy, aren’t you?” you quirked a brow, then chuckled softly, “Here.” proceeding to wrap one of his arms around your shoulders and put one of yours around his torso.

***

Everyone was busy. From afar, you could hear the faint melodies while the school band rehearsed. The cheering squad gathered their team and practiced their routines and mottos - the captain even asked if you were interested in joining them like last time-, and as every year it was expected that a great part of the student body would attend to support their team. It was a big moment for the whole community. Thankfully, the boys were used to all of it, and rather than feeling pressure over it, they couldn’t be more excited. They knew the extent of their capabilities and their responsibility. And as their team captain always said: There’s no point in being nervous if you know what you can do.

***

“Where’s y/n?”

“She has a talent of disappearing without anyone noticing.”

“It’s quite scary if you think about it.”

“She hasn't left. Her stuff’s on the bleachers.”

“I can’t wait to get over with this.”

“I know. I bet it’s been awfully hard for you to keep your mouth shut.”

“Guys,” They all turned when they heard you, “c’mon, we have to leave soon. Don’t even think of extra practice time today- Wait. What are you up to?” You eyed them warily. The boys were all huddled in a group, each set of eyes looking in your direction pairing with innocent smiles - which inspired the opposite of innocent intentions. No one could blame you for being suspicious -.

“We have a surprise for you.” Osamu said, stepping up. His twin grabbed what he was holding and didn’t give him a chance to protest before he was handing it over to you.

“A-A what? Why?” After all, you thought you were the one supposed to prepare them a gift given the occasion. You stared at the box with a little bow on top, then straight to the blonde’s smiling face and at the rest of the boys, at a loss for words.

“When someone offers you a present you don’t ask such questions. Just accept it.” Aran encouraged.

You reached for it, brushing hands with the setter as you grabbed it. “Thank you.”

“But since you asked,” Osamu started after glaring at his brother as you opened it and saw it, “We wanted you to know, if you still hadn’t figured it out, that you are as important to us as any of the members of the team.”

“We appreciate all the work you do, your kindness and you taking care of us.” Kita added.

In your hands, you held a familiar fabric of equally familiar colors. It was a shirt like the ones they used on their official matches: black, with the name of the team written in white bold letters on the front and your name on the back.

You felt warmth spreading all over your chest. They could be a handful sometimes, but this was your team and also your friends, and you were so proud of them.

You hugged the blonde boy in front of you , taking him by surprise yet he was quick to return it. When you pulled back, you beamed at him, and he was thankful the other guys joined for a hug and stole your attention from his burning face and pounding heart.

Morning came, and this morning was not one to wish to stay five more minutes in bed or to sit at the edge of it with your head lost in space. You were up in a beat, turning off your alarm before it could go off and dashing to the bathroom to get ready. Getting out, you got dressed up, your Inarizaki tee shirt under your jacket.

“Good morning.” your mom saluted, looking at you oddly for how animated you appeared this morning.

“Mornin’ mom.”

“Wait, you’re not having anything for breakfast?”

“Uh no,” you said, adjusting your bag on your shoulder before balancing on one leg while you put on one shoe, then doing so the other way, “I grabbed something for later though. Want to get to the club room before the boys to double check that everything's in order.”

“You have everything you need?” She asked and you ran over your mental note.

“Yeah, I think so.” You kissed her cheek goodbye when she came over to see you off, “I’m heading out. See ya later.”

“Good luck!”

All the boys were quiet during the ride over to the gymnasium where Interhigh Tournament would take place, and by all it means even Atsumu was sharing his earphones with his twin and was sitting quietly, bobbing his head softly to the beat of his music. He was lively, could even describe him as wild sometimes, but you could count on him to remain sober and serious on such big moments. Suna was nodding to whatever the captain was saying to him. It was a bit amusing and also endearing seeing him look a little nervous listening to Kita. Ginjima was speaking with his upperclassman Aran, while Omimi and Akagi chatted with the first years, which seemed to be the most nervous.

The gym was a large building, fit for the several matches that would be taking place simultaneously. You went with the coach and you were quick to find your section upon your arrival, leading the team inside. Bright lamps on the ceiling met your eyes as you looked up, taking in the scene, while the chilly air from the air conditioned space hit your face. Other teams were heading to their respective areas and some of the first contenders were already warming up on their side of the court.

Dropping their bags, the boys took off their school jackets and changed their tees to their uniform. Some put on their knee pads and arm sleeves before they all headed over to the court to start their warmup routine. Warmups and drills had also another purpose besides, well, getting ready for the game. It was also a time to show off; show your confidence, your skill to the opposite team, and what they were about to confront. If you knew how to do it, and the Inarizaki boys were infamous for that, you could lead them on with a bit of intimidation.

“C’mon show me your best one, ace.” Atsumu encouraged Aran, who gave his start before jumping in the air with excellent form and slamming the ball on the floor to the other side of the net with booming force. Smiling, the setter watched the ball bounce off, making eye contact with one of the players from the other team when he looked up, smile unwavering.

Other players achieved to make their rivals uneasy without meaning to. Kita was that type. As he carried out with his drills, purpose-set as usual, boys from the other team stared at the captain move seemingly effortlessly. Reputation also helped, as the known middle-blocker Suna Rintaro moved on the court with such familiarity as if he were back on the Inarizaki High gym.

Of course, they didn’t reveal everything then and there. It was only a taste before the real thing started. The boys were also good with the element of surprise.

The stands above began to fill up with students from the different schools of the prefecture and from outside, and volleyball fans overall. These sort of events always attracted people from all over, ages ranging from the youngest to the eldest.

You recognized your school, the band standing in their place and the cheering squad hanging the banner you had made on their spot. Soon enough, the ref blew his whistle calling for the coaches to hand him the information of their respective starting lineups and player positions. After, it was just a few more minutes before he called for the captains to decide which side served first.

When the boys’ first couple of matches were over and they’d won without major inconveniences, you rushed over to watch the other matches and keep track of the bracket.

“I think Inarizaki should be over too. You think they did alright?”

“Dunno. But if Miya plans to defeat us they better have.” The blonde may not be his favorite person, but the rivalry was there. And things wouldn’t be as interesting or fun without it.

At that moment as they turned to head over the court where your team’s match had taken place, Sakusa saw you coming.

“Y/n!” Motoya waved at you, “Good to see you.”

“Hi, guys.” you smiled, happy to find friends out of the multitude. They were carrying a towel around their shoulders and you took it as their most recent match had just finished as well. Sakusa’s otherwise neat kept locks were a bit messy, slightly damp by his sweat. His dark eyes emitted friendliness as he acknowledged you, even a small smile threatened to take over his features.

“Did you guys win?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You responded with a satisfied tone and knowing smile. “Did you?”

“You really had to ask?” Motoya said jokingly.

“So that means that if we both win our next matches,” you looked down at the papers on your clipboard.

“We’ll face each other.” Sakusa finished for you. “So you better make it.”

And both teams did make it and were bound to face each other.

The other matches had gone alright. The team never underestimated any of the others. Sure, someone could get a little over its head and there was a little taunting, but it was normal for players to mess with opponents psychologically.

But considering these two teams knew each other better, they felt as if there was this responsibility for each other to go all out for it to work and have a good match. Both teams didn’t seem as exhausted as they saluted each other in the middle of the court before their match started.

During the first minutes of the first set, the team made a few mistakes while the coach told them to get themselves together. He had to call for a time out before Itachiyama could further their lead. After that, things fell into a good rhythm for them and they took the first set.

The game went downhill for them from that point on. Itachiyama’s defense surpassed them, not letting a lot of the boy’s attacks land and prolonging the rallies. Even when both Suna and Aran were on the court they couldn’t earn enough points to steal another set. They knew how to find their weakest spots, and who to target. And things only got worse as the game continued and they grew more fatigued and frustrated.

Atsumu set the ball for Suna, but the latter wasn’t fast enough in his approach and had to hurriedly make the pass, without as much force as he would’ve liked.

“Feint!” Motoya called and another of the players called for the ball, easily receiving it. They spiked it over and Kita was there to readily pass it to Atsumu, who set it for Aran. The ace tried to hit over the blockers that were marking him, but the hit lost power as it hit one of the blockers' hands.

The road for Inarizaki ended with none other than Sakusa sending a spike over to their side.

The beginning of the second semester. Your second semester in your new school, and this time it wasn’t as daunting. Now, you had the boys from the volleyball team. You reached the school gates, and not long after crossing them, you found your fellow second years.

“Y/N!” Gin noticed you first.

“We gotta take a group photo.” Atsumu stated, leading Suna to ask a random student to take a picture of you. Awkwardly, the boy accepted Suna’s phone.

“Do we really have to?” First mistake.

“Are you saying you don’t want to take a photo with us? Do you even like us?”

“No! Of course not!- Wait. Hold up,” Nothing you were saying was coming up straight judging by his face. Even the other three seemed to deflate a little. “What I mean is that I do like you.” You said looking straight into the setter’s eyes. And why were his cheeks burning all of a sudden?

“Then why not take a picture?” Suna, who kept a digital record of everything he could, asked you. “It’ll be nice to look back at it.”

“I just don’t look very flattering in front of a camera.” you shrugged, trying to play down your insecurities. “Plus, we have taken plenty of photos together.” During games they always made you.

Of course, some of them had noticed you’ve been shy regarding the topic. But that wouldn’t be the end of it. “But we don’t have one of this moment.” Osamu said.

“If I may say, I think you’re very pretty, Y/n.” The boy, still holding Suna’s phone, nervously said. Suna quirked an eyebrow.

“Oh. Thank you.” Receiving compliments was nice. You wished you knew how to take them. It made you feel a little bad that you didn’t even know the boy’s name. But to be honest, you were bad with those too.

“Yes, she is. Glad your eyes are working dude. Now take the picture.” Atsumu shared his opinion but wasn’t thrilled to hear the boy shoot his shot right in front of his face. You ended up apologizing for him. Someone was a little on edge today.

They all looked at you, their expressions all saying, Please?

“Fine.”

Now, the other problem was picking where they would stand. Osamu ended up pushing his way between you and his twin, while Gin stood on your right. Since Suna was the tallest, he stood behind you. He whispered something in your ear, which made you smile and your face heat up.

After looking through the pictures, complaining about how he looked on some of them, the blonde finally broke down, “Did ya see that nonsense about a ceremony to recognize the team for our representation at Interhigh?”

You looked at the others searching for clues regarding the cause of Atsumu’s newest outburst, which was somehow related to the ceremony. Osamu’s expression denoted some sort of pain (now you had no doubt Atsumu was the cause of this pain), Gin hung his head, while Suna turned away, whistling. Thanks a lot, boys. Finally, your eyes settled back on the setter. “Uh… Yes, the coach sent me an e-mail about it. That’s great!-“ Osamu started gesturing and shaking his head. What? Did you say something wrong?

Okay, so the school wanted to recognize the volleyball team’s job in the tournament. Of course, there were some mixed feelings about it. The team had lost. But they’d reached semifinals and that landed them a spot at Spring High Nationals. They might’ve not won but still their hard work paid off. So that was good, right? That was what you thought before this conversation and the scene unfolding at the moment.

Second mistake.

“Oh yeah. Right. I mean, after all, the important thing is having fun. And second place is great.” Atsumu’s words were dripping with sarcasm. “We are the second best.” He gestured with his hands, making an arch. “It isn’t enough that we lost. No, they have to rub it in our faces calling us shitty names. Just outright call us a bunch of losers.” He muttered the last part. For a moment you had forgotten who you were talking to. Atsumu was one of the most competitive people you’ve ever met.

But still, he was dismissing a lot. “Okay, I get it. Second place might suck for you but you can’t just brush away all your and your teammates' sacrifice to get where you are.” There you were. They boys could always count on you to knock some sense into them. “But it’s good that you don’t settle. It makes you keep aiming high.” You smiled at him.

Atsumu stared at you for a moment. That funny feeling from the other day kept creeping and blooming all over his chest. And what was that fluttering on his stomach?

Osamu looked at him, waiting for his brother to speak again whether it be another complaint or another snarky comment. But when it took a few beats more than usual, it clicked to him.

“But…” Atsumu’s voice wavered a bit as he regained his composure and started walking behind you as you made your way to your classroom. The bell would ring soon. The rest followed you two. “It doesn’t mean I have to attend, right?”

“Uh, I think you should. You don’t want to be rude.”

“You’re saying that to one of the rudest, meanest people here.”

“I’m not mean!”

“Remember that girl that tried to give you homemade cookies she made herself and you said you weren’t interested in buying them?”

“It was a misunderstanding, Gin.”

“Sure it was.” Suna snorted, “And right after when she clarified, you didn’t accept them saying you had to take care of your weight.”

“We’re athletes. It’s very important to look after what we eat, and I didn’t know what she put on those.”

“You were stuffing your face right after eating pudding. And one of those was mine.”

“I told you I didn’t eat it!”

“Okay. That is pretty rude, Atsumu.”

“Whatever.” He frowned, “I’m not interested in any of those squealing girls. And this is besides the point.”

“Well,” you said, swerving back to the topic, “Think of it as a rehearsal. Years later, you become a pro player and something like this happens. You dislike it, but you go, show your face, be grateful,” You emphasize that point, “and then you leave. Even if you truly hate it. You can still complain all you want and we’ll hear you out.”

“ “We” sounds like a lot of people. I don’t know.” Ginjima scratched the back of his neck.

“Count me out.”

“I’ll hear you out.” you fixed.

“I guess I will too.” Osamu added. He didn’t think he'd have much choice. “And who knows, maybe one day you’ll learn about good sportsmanship.”

“Fake it ‘til you make it.”

“So you want me to be fake.” Atsumu stated.

“No.” you glared at Suna, hitting him in the arm - it felt more like a caress to him.-, making him chuckle. “Just,” you raised a finger, “Don’t be rude,” another, “be grateful,” the finale, “and go to your classroom you all.”

Extra 12: Shirt on or shirt off? [word count: 214]

“I’ll walk you to your dorm. I just need to arrange some things into the storage room first.” You said as you walked behind Suna towards their locker room and stood in the doorway while he grabbed his stuff, insisting on seeing him off safely.

“I feel better now. And it’ll be more late for you to get home. Who says I’ll let you go if you go with me?” Suna tried reassuring you and, why not, teasing you a little bit.

With lack of a response, he turned to look at you to find you blushing and mouth open to answer back, but settling on frowning.

Then your eyes traveled to his sweaty t-shirt, sticking to his chest and torso. A white tee, basically see-through at the moment, and the bloodstains on it. “Take your shirt off.”

Suna nearly knocks down the rest of his things. “What for?” Just how fast the tables turned. And the thing was you weren’t even trying to get him flustered.

“The blood. I might be able to get it off.” Then you turned around to give him privacy.

“Right.” He did as told. You reached your hand back for him to hand you the shirt, making him chuckle while doing so, and you were out of there.

A/N: Hello, dear readers! It’s been a while - a year 💀-. Happy 2024! I hope you’re all well and safe. I’m happy to see people are still enjoying and showing love to this series. And here we are with part 8! Funny, I started writing this part the day I posted part 7 and it took me this long to finish it. The extra was just added. I got a little confused with the tournaments’s stuff lol but I figured shit out (I think). Not that anything needs to be accurate but yk, helps the writing flow. Happy reading and see you next time, whenever that is! **slow updates**

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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I just read your angst/jealous/drunk austin hc and imma need a fic like that when you’re not busy

oh anon. that was cute. i'm always busy with either my daughter, my job(s) or life in general. but also fics because i don't know when to stop. and this was from august. i'm so sorry. if you're still here. hi, this is one of three i started.

when will we get the time to be just friends

summary: a date goes well enough when you're broken up with austin. austin mildly ruins it by being drunk and calling you while being intensely jealous. the fact that he's in new york works to your advantage. fandom: austin butler | elvis 2022 rating: m pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( little dove verse, whatever you wanna call it ) word count: 1799 warnings: you know the drill. daddy kink. talk of a break up. jealousy. austin is drunk, dove is sober. no use of the y/n. dom/sub relationship. character bleed issues. mildly unhealthy dynamics. choking during sex. possessiveness. p in v sex ( unprotected via condom, but dove has a birth control patch ) author's note: for real though i am so sorry anon about how long this has taken. i still have like two other fics i started for this prompt and will probably post. so. if you're still here by golly you'll get a small feast. this is not canon, but consider it an offshoot? a what if? based on this headcanon/blurb/crumb thing.

Consider you don’t block his number. Consider you just hang up the phone until five minutes later when you realize that for some ungodly reason you can’t stop thinking of what he said. He’s not wrong, you didn’t actually come with the guy you brought home and yes, you didn’t wear underwear with that dress, because it never really fit all that well when you did, it messed up the lines of the dress.

You debate the merits of blocking his number as you stare at the phone because you know you should. You know that at this point the way you and Austin have been interacting with each other isn't healthy, that you two should have given each other a clean break. You two should have stopped talking to each other so that you could both- heal properly from Elvis and whatever you two had gotten wrapped into while filming. It's just that talking to Austin was easy, it's always been weirdly easy for you even from that first day. Of course that first day might have been more flirting than it was talking but all the time after and all the phone calls during quarantine and then the time spent as Austin and you, Daddy and Dove, and even Elvis and Priscilla- it was just easy to talk to him. You miss him, god help you but you miss his touch and miss his hand around your throat. Before you realize just what you're doing you end up shooting him a text asking where he's staying.

He's lucky you've lived in New York for almost all of your life so that his answer that would be mildly incoherent to others is translated easily and you realize- his hotel is very close to your apartment. You still catch an Uber though, unwilling to walk in the heels and dress that you're in. Besides the wait for the Uber allows you to dwell on what you're doing. Dwell on the fact that you think you're going up to his hotel room to confront him but you know perfectly well that's not what's going to happen. He was so goddamn belligerent over the phone that you're surprised he didn't call you a slut, didn't tell you that you were still his like he hadn't fucked Lily Rose and Olivia and all those girls on the Masters of the Air set. You held no claim over him because you had tossed it away and you were okay with that- except sometimes- nights like this you couldn't help but wonder what would have been. What could have been, it would have been you and him on the date you had just been on. This dress would be a pool of fabric at the foot of your bed and he'd be entering you softly at first before you told him you wanted it harder.

Before you realize it, you're already at his hotel room door and you don't even get a chance to knock on the door before he's opening it as if he sensed you were on the other side already. He's not- fully drunk, you think, just enough that his tongue is loosened and that he doesn't have half the hang ups he's developed while talking to you since the break up. His eyes rake over your form, taking in how the dress clings to your body in all the right places to have him letting out a low groan. The finally settle on your thigh, peeking through the slit of the dress and he growls, pulling you in by the hand and shutting the door behind you in a rush. You want to tell him that you both shouldn't be doing this- that you're only here because you want to give him a piece of your mind but then you feel his lips on your neck, feel the slight brush of stubble against your skin and you whimper. The guy you had gone on a date with was fine, he was nice and great but he wasn't Austin.

"Missed you. Missed seeing you look this fucking gorgeous." He mouths at your neck, nipping just slightly before giving you an actual bite. "Showing off your legs, Dove. You knew there were going to be cameras there, knew I'd see it."

"I didn't." You whisper quietly, your hands against your own wishes move to grab at his hair, yanking at the strands. "Didn't see the camera till they already took a pic."

That earns a snarl from Austin has his hands move to find the zipper to your dress, which he finds quicker than he has any right to with how much liquor you figure he's had. "So he didn't protect you. Let my Dove get her photo taken against her will. You know I would have made sure no one saw you like that if you didn't want it. Would have only let me and the staff see you like that."

It shouldn't make your toes curl, the way he threatens that he would have protected you. It should bother you that he's still this possessive over you like you both just left the Elvis set but- it does. Your toes curl in your heels and Austin notices how you're shivering under his touch as he starts to pull down your dress.

"Gonna fuck you. Need to fuck you." He mumbles, his hands moving to cup your bare breasts because of course this dress didn't allow you to wear any undergarments. That boy would have enjoyed you like this, like only he has the right to. Like only he should, even if you're not his girlfriend- his sub- his everything and more any more. "Need my Dove. Gonna make you feel good, forget about him. Make you miss me."

You figure that maybe Austin is just gone enough that he won't remember your next words and you're feeling every feeling you've been trying to work through in therapy just rush to the surface. "I already miss you. So much. Why do you think i keep talking to you?"

After all, that's all you'll allow yourself to have because anything else means you broke up with him for no reason, for no purpose. You're not supposed to have anything else. Just maybe Austin as a friend, as someone who knows every single thing about you, who you trusted to submit to and who- broke your heart maybe as much as you broke his.

Something about you saying that spurs something in him, has him making the dress pool at your feet and has him lifting you up against the wall as he fumbles with his pajama pants, pulling them down just enough to free his already aching cock. It looks angry and red and covered in precum, almost as if he'd been playing with it before you arrived, a notion that has you moaning against him as he lines himself up with your cunt. You shouldn't be wet, you shouldn't be aroused by the way he's so jealous but it's done something for you, it's reminded you that this is why you thought he was perfect. He wants to protect you, he wants only you, he wants you with a focus that is terrifying and yet so endearing.

The feel of his cock after so long takes your breath away, has you clawing at his back because he's not pulling any punches so why should you, his thrusts are messy and fast and hard and you love it while craving maybe a hint of softness that you don't dare ask for. He starts to slur words against you, a hand moving to your neck to choke you lightly, his voice sounding like a mix of Elvis and like the California boy that you never met and you likely never will even if he can shake this drawl.

"Shouldn't have let you leave me. Should have come straight here to get you back. Love you so much. Miss you so much. Miss your everything so goddamn much. Want you by my feet again. Want my collar on that neck of yours." He keeps moving, keeps having his hand tighten but not enough to worry you. "Still got the necklace. Still mine."

You shouldn't entertain this, you shouldn't but the words are making you want to sob and you don't want to, you bury the urge and just grab onto his wrist with one hand and tap once. Yes. You're still his. You're always going to be his no matter what because isn't that the joke, that you don't think even if you can detangle every last bit of you that was Priscilla and even if he can detangle every last bit of himself that was Elvis that you're not going to be his and he's not going to be yours.

Maybe it's because he had already been playing with himself before you came or maybe it's from the way your cunt clenches around him as he tightens his grip but you feel him cum and hear his groan as he does. Your heartbeat rushes in your ear from the lack of oxygen and yet you swear you hear him whispering your name. Not Dove, not Cilla. Your actual government name and somehow that does it for you. He doesn't even have to touch your clit before a small orgasm barrels through you. It's small but the release you feel from it scares you in its intensity. His hand leaves your neck and you take the opportunity to breathe, the opportunity to catch your breath from the lack of air and from just being around Austin after so long. Austin- you figure- is doing the same before you feel him trying to nuzzle at your neck. You feel him placing kisses on your jaw, they're messy but they're also softer than you think he has any right to do after what he said.

"Stay here tonight." He asks as he pulls out. The words are soft, almost like he doesn't want to say them but he needs to. Needs you to hear them. "Please."

Austin does not beg, that was always you. That's always how it's been. You beg and you ask and you get what you want. Austin asks and you give because he is giving you what you need. The question, the plea makes you open your eyes that you hadn't even realized had shut at some point to just look at him. You see his blue eyes mildly glassy but brimming with what you think are tears. You know what you should say, what you should do but you're selfish and young and you can't help your answer, simple and said with a nod. "Okay."

You leave before he wakes up.

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pjisskullourful · 6 months

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in honour of this happening at my gig(its for me, save your breath telling me it aint cos it is! they were in the same building as me. damithan supremacy is fucking real) imma post a little overdue something

my rainbow family halloween fic never came together, i had a cute idea but sometimes the fic dont fic. but yall can have the first 1k+ of what i did write, which includes a little secret i've been keeping from yall for the throuples future. please enjoy, i wish october had been nicer to me so i could have gotten this fic finished for yall

With nothing but Britney Spears to hear as you styled the long blonde wig, it almost felt like old times. You were reminded of spending a huge chunk of your paycheck on new wigs and spending practically every Saturday night at a live music venue, standing for hours in the most uncomfortable shoes known to man. You remembered the extra concentration that had been put into styling the wig that you wore to surprise your boyfriends with your debut (and only) performance in drag.

The illusion of nostalgia was being routinely interrupted by your baby bump getting in your way. At thirty-three weeks pregnant, your movements had to be adjusted from the typical. That kept you from getting entirely lost in memories, along with the blinking baby monitor set up on your desk.

This wasn’t your first time working on this wig, you had been at it with the hairspray and curling iron many times during the course of this month. And it was almost perfect, almost ready to go atop Damiano’s head to complete his Lestat costume. For this year’s iteration of Victoria and René's famous Halloween parties, your boyfriends were dressing to match one another. They were channelling the leads from 1994’s Interview with the Vampire, with Ethan taking on Brad Pitt’s Louis.

You were going as one of their victims, with prosthetic, gory wounds ready to be glued to your body. The 1800’s dance-style dress you planned to wear would accommodate your tummy, as well as fitting the theme since you had gone at it with scissors and dark red paint.

You were interrupted from your work by the sound of your family returning home. Damiano, Ethan and the three kids were back from their excursion to a local pumpkin patch. You unplugged the curling iron, leaving it on the heat-resistant pad before easing yourself onto your feet. You collected the baby monitor before leaving the room, ready for the moment when Bowie awoke from his nap.

When you got downstairs you followed the voices of Ethan and Marsha, finding them in the family room. They were standing at the crafting table, which was currently dominated by the largest real-life pumpkin you had ever seen - it appeared to be three times the size of your head.

“You don’t think his name is Patrick?” He was asking of your daughter.

“No, that’s the name of the starfishies.” She replied, speaking as if this rule of hers was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Right, well maybe this is a girl, a girl named Paula.”

She looked at the giant vegetable with her eyes narrowed, carefully studying it with this new information. Ultimately, she decided her dad was speaking the truth and nodded her head. “Paula the pumpkin.”

“That’s the most Paula-looking pumpkin I’ve ever seen.” You contributed your opinion as you walked closer to them.

“Hi Mama. Do you like the pumpkin Cosmo picked? I helped.” She said, perked up with pride.

“You guys did an amazing job.” You said. “You don’t need to keep that heavy jacket on now that you’re inside, Miss Thing.”

She fumbled with the combination of zipper and buttons on her winter coat. But she succeeded without assistance and pulled the garment off, handing it to you straight away.

“How about you go check if Papa needs any help making lunch?” Ethan suggested.

She left for the kitchen and you turned to look at your boyfriend, a displeased look on your face when you began to speak. “You got the smallest one they had, eh?”

“The kids picked it. What was I supposed to do- tell them that they picked wrong?” He asked.

“You’re supposed to redirect them.” You said. “Come on, we talked about this and we all agreed- no more pumpkins bigger than Moe. They’re gonna drive us nuts, asking every day for it to be moved around the veranda, or from the front veranda to the back, then the opposite.”

“I know, but you should have seen how excited he was, he was planning out all the cool things he would have space to add. I didn’t have the heart to stifle his creativity.” He said, clearly trying to win you over with his sweetness.

“You let my children run wild, Ethan.” You attempted to maintain your stern tone.

The expression on his face changed as he switched to the tactic of distracting you. “You smell like hairspray, have you been working on the wig again? I would love to see the progress.”

“Yeah, I bet you would.” You said sarcastically.

Before he could continue his facade, everything was interrupted by your son’s crying coming through the speaker you held. Bowie had woken up, providing Ethan with a great distraction.

He grabbed the baby monitor before you had a chance to react. “I’ve got him.” Swiftly he was disappearing out of the room and up the staircase.

You gave the large pumpkin another look. You were glad that this year you had an excuse to count you out of the three kids' consistent redecorating ideas. It got very tedious trying to keep up with them deciding, then re-evaluating the perfect spot for the heavy decoration.

By the time Ethan came into the kitchen with Bowie the toddler had stopped crying. You were sitting with the rest of your kids along the island, everyone enjoying their own serving of scrambled eggs. Damiano was making sure each child had the drink they wanted.

“He’s okay.” Ethan said of Bowie, who was looking around the room with bright eyes. “He just wanted us to know that he’s awake.” Ethan tapped him on his tiny nose.

The kids had been told that their crafting would begin once lunch was finished, prompting them to start asking as soon as Sylvia’s plate was cleared. They were made to wait until everybody was done, with Ethan the last one eating. He purposefully took smaller and slower bites, earning him theatrical groans from the three eldest.

Damiano took care of tidying up, leaving you and Ethan to get the various crafts prepared. For Cosmo’s pumpkin carving, Ethan laid some sheets from the newspaper onto the floor. The twins were easy to organise, they would be taking their textas to print-outs of pumpkins to be hung up in the windows. You picked out the pots of face-paint that had been purchased for you to help Bowie turn your pregnant belly into a festive pumpkin. You had some old towels on hand for the mess that was certainly coming your way.

He eagerly took one of the paintbrushes that you offered, once you were seated somewhat-comfortably on the floor. Your son turned away from you, uninterested in what you were doing at present. Wobbly steps took him over to where his siblings were gathered, around and on top of the newspaper in anticipation of Ethan bringing the pumpkin over.

“Hey Dada, what’s my star sign?” Cosmo asked, the horoscope section catching his eye.

Once Ethan answered this, the girls wanted to know theirs. This led to Ethan reading out the two horoscopes, which were peppered with words the kids didn’t understand, his explanations slowing the whole process down. Sylvia got bored first, leaving for the table where all of the colouring supplies were set up.

He and Cosmo were still drawing out their ideas on the pumpkin when Damiano came into the room. You were using a marker to create a guide for the painting on your skin while Bowie gave each of the brushes careful check-overs (some of the handles required a taste test). The twins were making the most progress, their markers quickly moving across the pages, their focus secured. Damiano checked that you didn’t need any assistance before stationing himself with the girls.

You wiped the handles of one of the brushes on the towel before dipping it into the orange paint. “Are you ready to paint, baby Bowie?”

He raised his brush into the air. “Pah.”

“Uh-huh.” You said. “You wanna help Mama paint this section, right here in the centre of her belly?”

He had a serious look on his face as he scooted closer to you, apparently ready to concentrate on the craft. You handed your brush to him and he took a long look at the thick orange liquid on the bristles. You feared that he would touch it to his face, or worse, try to eat it.

But he proved his skills, applying the bristles to the taut skin of your tummy. The paint felt slimy on your skin as he worked the brush up-and-down, seeming to understand that this was somewhat similar to when he painted at his baby easel. You were unbothered when some of his brush strokes partially went over your outline of an eye.

“Wow, that looks so good already.” You enthused.

He nodded his head as he accepted from you the alternate brush dipped in paint. “Good.”

He wasn’t the most gentle as he made contact with your skin, applying the paint over on your side. There was a method to how he worked, spreading the orange further across your tummy. There had been many attempts at trying to get him excited over the fact that you were growing a brand new baby in there. It was hard to tell how much he absorbed this information, but what you really cared about was that he was enjoying decorating your large belly.

“Okay, now push with your elbow until the blade of the knife goes all the way in.” Ethan instructed as he held his hand over Cosmo’s on the serrated knife.

Cosmo wore a look of great concentration, his brow furrowed as he sucked on his upper lip. He moved the knife carefully, pushing until more than the pointed tip disappeared into the real pumpkin. Ethan held the vegetable steady with his other hand as Cosmo kept working the knife in.

While colouring with the twins, Damiano had found a doll-sized cowboy hat. It was quite common to come across misplaced pieces of toys around your home, so he didn’t bother to question it. He balanced the tiny hat on the tip of his index finger, absentmindedly keeping it elevated.

This caught Bowie’s eye, taking his attention away from painting. He got to his feet and you had just enough time to take the messy brush off of him before he wandered away. He went directly over to his dad, reaching for his arm.

“Hey, little man.” Damiano enthusiastically greeted him.

“Hat.” Bowie said.

“Oh, is this yours?” Damiano asked, offering the small hat to him. “Are you a cowboy?” Damiano placed the miniature accessory atop Bowie’s head, towards the centre where it could be somewhat steady. Immediately he was giggling, not needing to see his reflection to find this funny. “It looks really terrific on you. It must be your hat because it suits you so well.”

Bowie whipped around to face you, the hat slipping off of his hair in the process. Damiano quickly remedied this, holding Bowie still with a hand on his shoulder until the hat was back in place.

#damithan is more real than the moon landing #damithan supremacy #rainbow family headcanons #avida would have this photo as her lockscreen

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loyaltykask · 3 months

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Chapter 31

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

The vibes are immaculate

I know Wukong is fucking with him because he sent two monkeys to follow him but the idea that he overblows his powers is too funny to me

Like he just wanna make Bajie sweat

He hesitates only for Guanyin (or maybe Buddha but they don't make it clear here)

Wukong knows what's up with the monk. His heart feels it. He really is the most dedicated heart

Bajie just rolled nat 20 persuasions.

He is either brave or stupid. Probably both

"Hmmmm let me provoke the man that could crush me with one go.... genius" I MEAN IT WORKED

WUKONG PISSED NOW

Bajie: He said you are weak and stupid Wukong: I'll fucking SHOW him

He told his little ones he was just on vacation..... He didn't want them to worry. He sounds so proud about his titles as Pilgram tho.... like he knows everyone knows and must keep it high. He just... cares so much it hurts

HE CLEANED HIS BODY BECAUSE HE WORRIED SANZANG WOULD NOTICE HOW HE WENT BACK TO KILLING. He really said "I mean those thousand hunters were asking for it but I can't let it show in my face

Oh Shit

THE children may have a shit father but it ain't their fault! They only boys PLEASE

GET YOUR RBO

HE SO FUCKING HAPPY LIKE

HE MISSED HIM

Wukong wants to hear begging after Wujing didn't say anything. Tots fair

Shit Wukong you're warlord is showing again

I wonder if she took comfort in those boys, they were her only comfort from her husband

I know this is just a different time of putting a parent's thoughts above even you're own children but damn that is cold

Wukong making her feel bad for that. He really went "You can have more kids, but you can never replace your parents" FUCKING COLD Times really do change. I wonder if he knew that they were lovers in a past life and were connected by the red string of fate. LIke can he see that shit?

Partner as a Gender neutral term to call your spouse is out.

Mate is IN.

This actor damn

Motehrfucker really be like "What a good hubby, can't wait to use that against him heheheh" Love it honestly

So now he is saying that Sanzang banished him for killing too many demons I have heard this said many times that Sanzang did understand that the White Bone Spirit was real but at the same point had not harmed them yet and that was the real cause of his anger for Wukong to hurt an innocent demon. Honeslty like that take more as it shows Sanzang being compassionate to both Humans and Monsters but not sure if that is something Wukong is saying to save face or rather trying to make Sanzang sound less gullible to the monster

This could actually be the symbolism in the chapter, the kind of filial spirit that is considered super important within the time. That Wukong sees his loyalty to Saznang as close to the bond a son would have to their father, because good character is measured not only in oneself but also their connection to family, but Wukong without a father or mother was greatly criticized for that. The same with Sanzang as he was without a father and mother and was criticized (for some stupid reason) to be lesser for it, until he found both his father and mother and got revenge on both of their behalf Wukong remind the princess of that kind of bond could be more Wukong reminding himself of that bond, like trying to chastise his own character.

Bajie tricking his party members: 2 Wukong and Sanzang: 0

Wukong still like Imma kick your ass

I take that back Wukong has fucked with Bajie enough it more like Bajie: 2 Wukong: 81 Sanzang: 0

The three-headed form!

He so smart, love

They missed one of their fucking constellations

Of course they did

I remember that this was always the weakest part of the story that they NEVER made sense in either the Constellations or the Jade Girl's actions like.... Does she, not REMEMBER making that promise to go to earth and be with her love? Was it in reincarnation? If she just went down to assume a form of a human in the palace why the fucking princess? Why not just a normal girl? I'm just thinking this had to be reincarnation else nothing else would make sense in that she calls the King her father so he must have raised her somehow and that second that she doesn't remember her past love. And why did the guy go full demon to get his boo????? LIKE?????? You could have just come down..... AS A DUDE and just..... LEGIT NOT BEEN A DEMON? Or at least if you wanted to keep your memories, then yeah a fallen celestial has to be a demon but LEGIT you could just say NO to eating other humans, or just wooed your love normally like.... Deadass you could have just been not a dick about

But plot so. Legit he got demoted to Silverhorn and Goldenhorn's position

These bitches lucky they even got a bow damn

Got to make fun of him a little, like it only fair really

Wukong deadass making Bajie and Wujing ask politely for him to save him (Even though we all know Wukong is the favorite) he still makes Sanzang choose Bajie over Wukong in trusting which disciple Is it very interesting to see how that plays out further tellings in how much Sanzang goes to Wukong for advice and listening to his rulings first and

Sanzang is supposed to represent Confucianism in this story, hence reporting to the Emporer is supposed to be seen the same as the same as swearing fidelity to the Heavens (the Emproeor is supposed to be seen as Heaven's son) I wish there was a more one to one translation in how much Sanzang is showing gratitude in what he has done, going to far as the reporting his deeds to the highest of mortal limits considering he doesn't have a place in heaven

#jttw #book club #journey to the west

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stormyoceans · 3 months

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top5 puentalay kisses/hugs?

im pretty late with this but i would never pass up a chance to be annoying about vice versa so here we go!!!!!!! (also im not sure if i was supposed to pick only one of the two but again I SIMPLY CANNOT PASS UP A CHANCE TO BE ANNOYING ABOUT VICE VERSA IM SORRY)

TOP 5 PUENTALAY KISSES

1. greyllery kiss in episode 8. this is their first mutual kiss after two one-sided kisses, three almost kisses, three cheek kisses, and one forehead kiss. not to mention the hugs, the cuddles, the promises, the sleeping in the same bed, the taking a bath together, and i could go on but imma stop here before i get involuntary committed. we waited so long for this kiss and when it finally happened it was everything we could have ever asked for and MORE: the confession, the music, the parallels with the glasshouse kiss, the fact that it happens when the lights are out because they love each other for who they really are and not for the body they inhabit, puen's single tear......IT'S PERFECT.

2. glasshouse kiss in episode 4. i know having a one-sided kiss for second place doesn't seem fair but in my defense this kiss makes me go through such a plethora of human emotions that i feel like i need to go lay in the dirt for several hours to climb down from the sheer manic unhinged rabid energies that got me going on. y’all must be tired of hearing me say the same things over and over again about this kiss but. the build up!!!!!! the emotions!!!!!! the music!!!!!! IM NOT EVEN KIDDING WHEN I TELL YOU THIS KISS IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE.

3. beach kiss in our skyy episode 2. our skyy may have given us only one kiss but WHAT A KISS IT WAS. it feels like a sum of all their previous ones, the cycle closing with a recollection of the past and a promise for the future, as the kiss itself lets us know that no matter what's gonna happen from that moment on, they will always love each other like the very first day. and if the reminder of the drunk kiss in episode 2 wasn’t enough to drive this point across, the song they used during this scene is the same as the one they played during the greyllery kiss, which you know. [FEMALE HYSTERIA]

4. foggy glasses kiss in episode 12. honestly can't think of any other scene in television history that was able to so perfectly portray a fictional character being left breathless, lightheaded, and weak at the knees by a kiss. the way puen is holding talay's head with BOTH OF HIS HANDS to keep talay in place which barely gives talay any time to take a breath...... the way they're so close and entangled in each other that you can barely tell where one starts and the other ends...........this kiss literally be turning both me and talay into the 🥴 emoji every single time.

5. reunion kiss in episode 11. it was a tough choice between this one and the bathtub kiss in episode 10, but in the end i had to go with their first kiss in their real bodies, not just because of this, but because there's so much love and comfort and reassurance packed in it. this kiss is the meeting of two souls who have missed and found each other again. it's the promise of being together for the rest of their life AND I FEEL SO NORMAL ABOUT IT IT’S HONESTLY INSANE HOW NORMAL AND HINGED AND SANE AND FINE I FEEL ABOUT IT.

TOP 5 PUENTALAY HUGS

1. reunion hug in episode 11. LITERALLY THEE SINGLE MOST SCENE EVER IN THE HISTORY OF TELEVISION IT CHANGED THE TRAJECTORY OF MY LIFE THE FOUNDATION OF MY PERSONHOOD AND THE CHEMICAL MAKE UP OF MY BRAIN. puen says "you must be very tired. from now on, things will be okay," and that's exactly the feeling this hug conveys: everything will be fine, you're home now.

2. comfort hug in episode 6. my grasp on the english language is too limited to even attempt to put into words what this hug did to me the first time i've watched it. it made me mentally deranged in ways so profound they will only become apparent years down the line. to this day there are people out there wondering why talay even likes puen and the urge to shove this scene under their nose is immeasurable. FIND YOURSELF A PARTNER WHO WILL LISTEN TO YOUR FEARS, GIVE YOU COMFORT, AND HUG YOU THROUGH THE NIGHT TO MAKE YOU FEEL SAFE!!!!!!! (@GOD ME WHEN)

3. reconciliation hug in episode 7. I NEEDED THIS HUG JUST AS MUCH AS PUEN DID TBH. talay initiating any kind of physical affection always feels incredibly special and precious, and it is so much more here because this is him finally realizing that puen's feelings are sincere. this hug is the turning point of their relationship as talay implicitly accepts puen's love and confesses his own. it’s just so emotionally satisfying [SOBS]

4. back hug in episode 12 and in our skyy episode 1. LOOK I KNOW IM CHEATING BUT. THE DOMESTICITY THE COMFORT THE TENDERNESS THE AFFECTION THE ADORATION THE SOFTNESS THE WARMTH THE PARALLELISM THE ROMANTICISM THE SOULMATISM THE TRUE LOVISM OF IT ALL. YEARS LATER THEY'RE STILL THE SAME.

5. hourglass hug in episode 12. the hourglass with the sand that doesn’t fall!!!!!!! i don't want time to go by without you!!!!!!! from this moment on it's you and me!!!!!!! ‘city’ playing in the background!!!!!!! the moon watching over them!!!!!!! WAILING WEEPING HOWLING SCREECHING CRYING SOBBING SCREAMING--

#sorry again for the late reply and thank you so much for asking!!!!!!#hope you're having a wonderful day!!!!!! 💜💜💜#vice versa #puentalay #my top 5 #m: ask

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You know what imma tell you all?

I once had my first friend. It was uhh, 5th grade of primary school? Previously, i was friendly with almost everybody.

At first she was annoying me. She was always sticking to me and i had no idea why. Only later we started talking and became friends. But it wasn't long, until another friend joined us. And for some time, it still was fine.

Then there was covid... And it was the worst shit that could've ever happened to me. When we finally came back to school i was more closed off than ever. But i still had my friends, right? So i thought.

Sometime later they both went on a trip during winter holidays. I couldn't go, so they took a girl from another class. And when they came back, that's when it started. They completely ignored me most of the time. They were just talking among them three. Well, there was also one more girl that joined at some point. And i was thrown away like a piece of trash. They were always walking down the hallways together while i walked behind them like a loser. They always sat together, leaving me alone. But when i ignored them, of course there was a problem.

I cut off all contact with them after we finished school. Because i was sure i'm going to find more real friends in high school.

A bit before that.. like, exactly 31st of december, 2022 somebody texted me (i had a Gojo pfp on fb and his name was Sukuna) and we started talking. In a really short period of time we became good friends. But with time, he started being dry. He barely texted me, until he completely cut me off, not responding to my messages at all.

One of the most hurtful situations, which literally made me cry, was when i agreed to give my friend my phone. To text him. She was texting him (as me) some sexual kind of stuff (idk we often did that, also in rp) and after i told him it was her, he said something like "could you give me her fb? She seemed cool".

In the end i think he sensed i wasn't really happy with what he said, so he gave up, but it was already there, right?

Well, high school. I was so nervous, because i was afraid of talking with people. And during my first lesson, i talked with a girl. She seemed so genuinely nice, and i felt relieved that i was somehow able to talk with her. After that, she introduced me to her friend. I was sad, because i thought that i won't have a chance to befriend her, since she already has a friend. But as time went on we started talking more and more, and they kind of separated. And she was MY friend. Well, SHE IS my friend. The best, most perfect one i could've ever got. Because that's my @beeksana !!!!

At the end of grade 1, some people from the class started being petty towards me for no reason. Then there was a tiny drama in class (not about me but i helped one of the girls there) and well, summer holidays. When we came back in september, it was a nightmare.

I was alone. Totally alone, and didn't talk to anybody. I skipped school a lot because i couldn't handle being there. Then i was absent a lot because of the winter conditions, and i missed a lot of exams. I csme back to school later though. And i had so much things piled up, i was so fucking scared. I knew it was partly my fault, but i just couldn't handle it. I skipped school again, but for a few weeks until they called my mom to school.

And during that period, i talked with my other "friend" and my cousin. The friend was a class higher than me, and i knew her from primary school. I introduced her to my cousin and they befriended each other too. But the friend has TONS of other friends. And she drinks alcohol on any occassion she gets. I never liked that.

Well, while i talked to them, instead of giving me any support, they started scolding me. Or rather my cousin was scolding me and the friend agreed like the fucking npc she is. They thought i skipped school because i was fucking lazy?? They didn't think at all how i felt mentally, especially with the hell i have at home. I told them to go fuck themselves and left them. And you know what?? I don't feel like i lost something valuable. I don't miss them. If somebody doesn't support you, then fuck them!!

And lately, i was bickering with one of my online friends which is on my kny rp group. She started calling Sanemi ugly or some shit, so i started insulting Douma (her fav character) and she got all petty. What was she fucking thinking?? She wasn't talking to me for some time anyways, and she expected me to not defend Sanemi, who comforted me more than she ever did, even though he doesn't exist???

I told her that "If Sanemi was real i'd have better chances with him than you'd do with Douma, because he strictly likes beautiful women." She got all angry, left all the groupchats, deleted my nick on our private chat and yeah. Left. And i don't think i feel any different too.

So now irl i have one person. And so what? One is better than 10 fucking liars. And so, really, you all - if somebody isn't being right with you, just leave them. You'll save yourself the trouble.

So yes Beebee, FUCK UBER 😈

#SERIOUSLY RANDOM SHIT #stupid rant

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bakugou-tm · 2 years

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Gangster Bakugou AU║Chapter 4

plot: Trying to fix your brother’s mistake, you’re forced to do favors from one of Musutafu’s notorious mafia lords: Yo Shindo. On your final mission for the mafia leader, you catch another infamous mafia lord’s eye but not in the way you’re expecting.

part one part two part three

warnings: 18+ ONLY, EXTREMELY GRAPHIC GORE, very dark themes, swearing, violence

wc: 8.4k+

mood song: yonkers

a/n: I’m back for my quarter annual long ass update to one of my stories I haven’t updated in months -3- Who miss me? I read the last few chapters and was like half impressed/half cringed out from my writing, but this story had potential and got semi-good feedback so imma try to finish it. I changed the theme of it a bit and tried to make it more organized so I hope that helps. I did put my whole badussy into this though so please show it love <3

Given the circumstances, you somehow found yourself being able to drift in and out of consciousness as the car hummed along the uneven roads of Musutafu.

Ever since you woke up from the drowning nightmare you felt on edge to letting yourself succumb to the darkness once more. It felt all too real, frightening. You feared if you fell back into that level of slumber, you would never wake up again.

But with that said, your body still betrayed you as it sank into the warm heated seats of the car, that you luckily didn’t have to share this time. Sitting on Bakugou’s lap wasn’t terribly comfortable, but maybe that was because you were hanging out the window with a bomb half the time.

Glancing up at the ash blond, you raised a brow at how neutral his face was, how calm.

Even though his expression is usually in a permanent scowl or a shit eating grin, his complexion remained wrinkle or blemish free.

But then again, of course the little shit would be flawless. His looks without a doubt matched his demeanor.

That stupid cocky attitude, the cool under pressure swagger, his toned arms with thick veins dancing along each intricate muscle, the soft yet chaotic looking locks that spiked along his head...

Wait, what the fuck were you saying. Were you attracted to him? Since when did you notice all these handsome features he had? Why the hell were you even looking at him?

“I’m going to fix that staring problem of yours.”

You jumped at the sound, and for a second you swore you saw his vermillion eyes glaring daggers into you, but when you did a double take you saw his smug eyes on the road.

His friends seemed confused by his random comment, but you immediately shifted your head out the window and curled your body in closer to the door.

Stupid, stupid dumbass.

Before your brain could puddle up into a frustrated embarrassment much longer, you finally gave into your body’s exhausted demands and drifted off to sleep.

Of course Bakugou’s eyes drifted to your resting figure, his shoulders relaxing a bit to see you calmed down.

Ever since you woke up in his base you seemed to be on high alert. Of course he wasn’t helping with his not-so-subtle jabs, but he also didn’t fully trust you yet.

If you were anything like that damned brother of yours, you were nothing but trouble.

But deep down, he hated that gut feeling he had that told him you were different. It was all in your eyes. No matter how stubborn you were, your eyes always gave away how you were feeling.

The day Bakugou whispered for you to trust him in a moment of vulnerability for both of you, the way your fearful stare softened into one of mutual understanding as you aimed that dark barrel towards his enemy.

Even if you refused to admit it, you trusted him. And he knew it.

Did he care? Outwardly he would say no, but inwardly he was at war. He hated that he couldn’t just brush you aside like he did most people in his life. Even with his close friends, he trusted them enough to care of themselves. He fully believed everyone should be capable to keep themselves alive and well.

But with you, it was different. You seemed fairly capable, dare he say it, you even impressed him a few times. And still he felt this primal need to keep you safe.

He had only felt this way about his own mother and father, swearing on his life that they would never have to live in fear again once he took the thrown of their gang. The longer he worked in the field, the weaker his worries grew for those around him. He never lost, simple as that.

Of course he had a mutual respect for his peers, but he knew what they were capable of, therefore they needn’t his worry. The only person he needed to look out for was himself.

So why the fuck was he looking at you for the fifteenth time this car ride? Why did he feel his muscles relax when he saw your lips pout out ever so gently each time you took a deep breath in from your slumber.

It was stupid, fucking stupid.

“Doll finally gave in.” Kirishima spoke up, his expression softening when he finally noticed your resting figure in the rear view mirror.

“Didn’t she just wake up from a 3 day nap?” Kaminari sneered, looking at you with a grin. Sero immediately flicked his forehead with a scoff, everyone in the car internally groaning.

“She was in a coma dipshit, I wouldn’t call that a rejuvenating nap” Sero hissed with the click of his tongue.

Kaminari immediately growled at his friend, rubbing his head as he looked out the window with an annoyed expression.

Fortunately for you, the drive was long enough for you to get some proper rest before an elbow gently tapped at your side.

Rubbing your eyes, you slowly allowed your vision to focus on the apartment complex before you. The sight of the worn down reds and yellows bringing a nostalgic feeling to your chest.

Blinking for a moment you froze as a mental lightbulb lit up in your head. The movement didn’t go unnoticed by the ash blond or the redhead who were already looking at you through the rearview mirror.

Furrowing your brows, you sent a cold glare to your driver, who immediately returned it back as his fingers defensively gripped the wheel.

“Why are we here.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. Kirishima looked to his friend before looking back to you, his body language growing more suspicious by the second.

“What do you recognize this place?” Sero asked with a raised brow, looking over to him you searched over the ravenette’s features. Searching for a lie or any suspicious look in his eye.

Why on earth would they have driven you to your grandmas house, they said they were taking you to your brother.

Were they lying? Were they luring you to your last living family member so they could sell your family off the face of the earth?

Your eyes flicked to the sharp red ones glaring at you through the mirror before you ripped open the car door, nearly breaking the door handle and ran as fast as you could towards the building.

Bakugou let out a growl as he whipped his car door open and glanced back at his men,

“Go cover all exits.”

This couldn’t be happening. This shouldn’t be happening. And yet it was, and it was your fault. You would think after almost two weeks of psychological abuse and lies you would finally learn these people aren’t to be trusted.

They worked in the business of mafia! Crimes, murder, drugs, evil, all things sinister.

Now these sick fucks were going to wipe your family name off the face of the earth because of your idiot brother, and your naïve ass.

Some children your parents raised.

The moment the familiar numbers of your grandma’s door came into view you sped up, a small yet foolish feeling of hope swelling in your rapidly beating chest.

Losing most control of your body your body from nerves alone you slammed against it, quickly backing up a bit as you pounded your fist against the door.

“Grandma?! Grandma (L/n) are you in there?” You screamed, trying to peer through the closed blinds as you felt your eyes water.

You couldn’t see the gang members but you could hear them, they were near and you were losing time. Did they already get to her?

“GRANDMA! Please grandma it’s me (F/n), open up! GRANDM-“

Before you could slam your fist against the door you felt a warm palm grab your wrist and spin you around, and an even more heated glare nearing your face as you felt Bakugou’s hot breath against your lips.

“The fuck are you doing?”

Gritting your teeth you lifted your knee up to your chest to create some distance between the two of you before digging your leg into his gut and shoving him away from you, which to both of your surprise actually knocked him back a few feet.

Your shocked expressions didn’t last long as Bakugou looked back up at you, a dark force looming around his figure as he brushed off his now untucked attire and slowly made his way to you.

Quickly glancing around for anything, literally anything at all to use defensively, you felt a powerful hand wrap around your throat causing a pained gasp to leave your lips.

“Did you forget who the fuck I am?”

The ash blond felt his head boil with rage. Who the hell did you think you were? He’s saved you at least three times now and you have the nerve to run from him and go put yourself in more danger?

What made him angrier is that he was more pissed that you could’ve been hurt in your escape, rather than the fact that you even tried to escape from him in the first place.

His clouded thoughts were interrupted by Kirishima calling his name, his head whipping to see his gang’s worried expressions.

By the stern look on Kirishima’s face he knew he took this too far. Glancing back over to you he felt his heart falter when he saw fresh crystalline tears threatening to fall from those beautiful lashes of yours.

His grip on your neck loosened, his eyes losing their fury as he watched you gasp for air once again, clawing at his fingers to let go.

His grip officially let go once the door behind you both swung open, a pair of familiar purple eyes meeting Bakugou’s.

“Ground Zero sir?” Shinso spoke with a raised brow, his eyes falling from him to your shaking figure, the gears starting to click in his head.

“Ah you must be...”

“L/n?”

Your body froze at the sound of your brother’s voice as you peaked behind the tall guard to see your brother sitting on the couch, a bowl of popcorn and a remote in his hand as he lazily glanced over.

“(L/n) it’s you!” Your brother called, a grin on his face as he sat up a bit to the edge of the couch.

A warm yet gentle hand pressed against your back, your eyes looking back to a surprisingly soft pair of vermillion ones as Bakugou led you through the door. He didn’t dare look you in the eye, he almost looked... apologetic?

Either way you didn’t care, any trust you had in the man was gone the moment he put his hands on you.

“I see you’ve met Bakugou and our gang...” Your brother said as if introducing you to his casual friends, “What took you guys so long? I thought you picked her up from the club yesterday?”

A low growl was heard from the man behind you as the rest of the gang quickly filed in and closed the door behind them, being sure to lock it.

You noticed Bakugou begin to walk towards your brother menacingly, but in this moment you needed to let it all out.

Quickly you placed your hand against the ash blond’s chest, blocking his deadly path to your brother. Bakugou quickly looked at you with an angered expression until your eyes flicked to him with an emotion he’s never seen you wear.

Your eyes looked so empty, yet so angry. Like you had nothing to lose, and everything to say.

For once he stopped, watching as you walked towards your brother silently who looked at you with a grin. He opened his arms to you, expecting to pull his little sister into his embrace as he was sure you missed him so much.

What he didn’t understand is why you bent down to pick up a spare flip flop on the floor. Raising a brow he watched as you walked to him, your eyes trained on the floor as your (h/c) locks hid your glooming eyes.

“(L/n) what are you doing with-“

Before he could finish his final words, the sound of a crisp slap filled the air as the flip flop smacked him square across the cheek. It wasn’t enough to physically knock him back, but it was enough to make him howl in pain as he quickly held his cheek and hunched over.

Bakugou and his men jumped at the sound, not frightened by your actions but surely shocked. Shinso quickly reached for the cool weapon in his back pocket, but Bakugou clicked his tongue to him signaling him to hold off.

“(L/n) what the hell?!” Your brother shouted until you threw the other flip flop at him, cutting him off once more.

“Shut the hell up!” You screamed, your furious eyes now on him. He now had a clear view of you now that you were in the light, and he immediately had chills along his body.

The deep bags under your eyes were as bad as they were when your parents passed away. Your bloodshot eyes were filled with hot tears as you threw the other flip flop at him, your brother doing a poor job of deflecting it.

“(L..L/n) your neck...” Your brother whispered, noticing the fresh purple bruises forming along your soft skin.

Gritting your teeth, you internally cursed as you hiccupped between tears, screaming at your brother to shut up again as you threw the nearest object at him, you didn’t even know what it was.

“Grandma’s house? Are you fucking serious Kiyoshi?!”

Grandma? You were freaked out because this was your grandmother’s house, and of course your dick of a brother didn’t share a damn thing with you. What on earth ran through your mind when they pulled up here?

Bakugou felt his heart drop watching the scene unfold, especially as your neck did come into view. The power of his hands did a number, and he didn’t even think twice about it. You didn’t.. you didn’t deserve that.

Your brother was now able to deflect most of the objects you were throwing at him as he backed up on the couch. Bakugou noticed one of his men start to reach for their pocket once more as the scene got more violent, but the ash blond glared at him to stop. This needed to happen for you.

“You’re a shit brother!” You cried, throwing pillows now at your brother as he looked at you with confused eyes.

“I went through so much shit last week while you sat on your ass, barely bothering to text me or fill me in on what’s going on...”

Your brother sat up a bit, noticing you tire yourself out as you gripped the pillow in your hand.

“I’ve been touched inappropriately by so many people, screamed at, three different gangs have some fucking ‘blood claim’ on me...” You shouted, the warm tears now streaming down your face, “I almost got kidnapped Kiyoshi!”

Immediately your brother’s confused expression darkened as he looked to the mafia leader behind you almost looking for a confirmation to your words.

“Who almost kidnapped you?”

Ignoring his words you kept going.

“Then I had to trust these dickheads, who also almost got me killed, and I don’t even know who the hell to trust anymore!” You shouted, a painfully angered laughter bubbling out of your chest, “Mom and dad are gone, they’ve been gone. I tried my best to live a normal life and stay out of your way but just like always, you SUCK your bullshit into my life and I have to pay for it.”

Your brother’s expression remained stoic as you spoke.

“And even now, just when I think you can’t get any more selfish, you choose to hide at GRANDMA’S HOUSE?! Our last living relative?”

At this your brother puffed out his chest as he stood up angrily, “Where the hell else was I going to go (L/n)?”

You looked up at him with crazed eyes as you threw another pillow at him.

“Not my house! Can probably never go back there again because you sold out that location too!”

“Well where should I go then (L/n) huh? Where do you want me to go? Do you want me to die?!” Your brother shouted

“I want you to stop living like this!” You shouted, slamming your fist into his chest as your other held onto his shoulder.

Your brother froze at this, his arms raising up a bit as you fell into his embrace and broke into a sob.

“Mom and dad worked so hard to give us a normal life. To get us out of the twisted home we lived in, to help us get to college, do everything they never could.” You cried, your fist angrily gripping his shirt as you looked up to him, “All I wanted was for you to be there for me, be my older brother, but instead I had to be the adult at fourteen fucking years old...”

Your brother felt his knees buckle under your weight, slowly falling to the floor as you fell with him.

“I had to get you out of being expelled, I lost scholarships taking the blame for you..” You sobbed, burying your head into his chest, “But you never stopped, even now do you even care?”

You looked up at him, snot and tears streaming down your face but you didn’t care. You didn’t care if the most notorious crime lord behind you hated you, or thought you were pathetic.

You were over it. Numb.

“(L/n)... (L/n) I’m so fucking sorry...” Your brother mumbled, tears of his own falling down his cheek as he held you close, his heart breaking each time you hiccupped or sniffled into his chest, “Of course I care, I’m never not angry with myself.”

You gripped his shirt until you swore your nails would tear holes into it. Gritting your teeth you weakly punched his chest one last time before you shoved him away.

“You’re a shit brother Kiyoshi.”

Kiyoshi looked at your ruined complexion, his thumb poorly attempting to wipe away one of the many tears burned into your cheek.

“I know I am sis..” Your brother mumbled, his similar eyes staring into your own, “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m trying to do better... I will do better.”

Slowly sinking off his lap you scoot away from your brother and lean against the couch, using your arm to wipe your tears away.

“I don’t know how you feel about Bakugou and his gang, but they saved me when I was at my lowest...” Your brother explained, your eyes just barely sharing a glance Bakugou’s way before looking back to your brother, “That’s why I trusted them to look after you.”

Clicking your tongue you glared to the ash blond, your fingers ghosting along your neck as if to remind him what a great security guard he was.

Bakugou growled at your cold move, but his eyes held guilt as he looked away from your figure.

“I know you’re scared, and you don’t trust anyone in this room, not even me...” Kiyoshi spoke, looking down at his hands, “Honestly I can’t even blame you, but trust me when I say this,”

Your brother grabbed your hand causing you to look up at him, you froze when you saw his stern eyes look at you. For a minute you almost saw your father in him.

“We are going to fix this and make sure you get your old life back, I promise.”

Any saliva you had left in your dry mouth you had swallowed, you didn’t know what to think. You still felt numb, hopeless, but somehow you still felt that warmth of hope in your chest. You had to admire your body’s resilience to pain.

Even when you felt like you had no one, you always trusted someone. You wondered if that would be your demise someday.

Clicking your tongue you snatched your hand away, wiping what was left of your tears on your hand.

“I’ll believe it when I see it Kiyoshi.”

Your brother looked at you with guilty eyes before looking to Bakugou and his gang. The ash blond gave him a glare as if to say ‘Don’t look at me, this is your fault’.

Looking back at you, your brother’s eyes narrowed when he saw a faint red dot appear on your neck.

“(L/n)... you’re neck..” Your brother muttered, Bakugou groaning a bit as you scoffed.

“Yeah yeah I know, jazz hands over here decided to choke me for running away..” You hissed, shooting a sharp glare at Bakugou before your brother moved closer to you.

“No not that.. this red dot...” Your brother spoke, following it as it moved.

Rolling your eyes you bickered with your brother, claiming it was just red from your meltdown.

Bakugou didn’t seem to notice what your brother meant until he noticed a bright red dot trace along your arm. His eyes widening when he looked out the window to see a few faint red lasers shine against the moonlight.

“(L/N) GET DOWN!”

Your brother immediately grabbed your arm and tugged you into his chest, a scream escaping your lips as two bullets broke through the window and dug into the floor where you sat.

Peaking your eyes open you noticed Bakugou where you once sat, his arm lifting the ottoman of the couch up to shield against the window.

“Your bathroom have windows?” Bakugou questioned, his vermillion eyes looking into your now fearful ones.

He swore if he had to see those beautiful (e/c) eyes fill with tears one more time he was going to tear the world apart one piece at a time.

When you shook your head no, Bakugou nodded his head to Kirishima who knew exactly what he wanted.

“Hide in the bathroom and don’t come out till I get you, understand?”

Bakugou expected you to understand, but his heart sank when he heard you whimper “Yes sir” before Kirishima began to drag you down the hallway.

Normally his chest would swell with pride with you addressing him as you were told, but he couldn’t help but feel like you spoke out of fear rather than respect.

Nevertheless, he had more important things to worry about as a pair of feet crashed through the now completely shadowed window. Two men rolling across the couch and into the living room.

Before Kirishima could effectively secure you in the bathroom, your brother peaked his head around the corner and shouted your name.

Whipping your head to him you noticed him eye the door behind you, your eyes following you the spare bedroom. Raising your brow you looked back to him your eyes widened when you saw your brother mouth ‘Estella’

Narrowing your eyes you nodded as Kirishima gently led you into the bathroom.

“Don’t worry your pretty head (L/n), this will only take a second.” Kirishima said with a toothy smile.

Even with all the frustration and pain you felt, you couldn’t stop yourself from returning a lopsided smile at the calm brute before he closed the door behind him.

Kaminari and Sero were already out the door, surveying the building to see if the the two goons came alone.

Based off the ridiculous slicked back hair both men held, Bakugou knew Monoma sent them. That idiot of a leader made all his men wear the same greased back hair style, something about gang unity or some bullshit,

“Why the hell does that copy bastard want (L/n)?” Bakugou hissed as he eyed the two tranquillizing guns the men had.

Clearly they didn’t care to talk much as they immediately started shooting around the room.

Bakugou was quick to bark demands, Shinso ducking behind the kitchen door frame while Bakugou moved behind a tall bookshelf.

“Henkan doesn’t give a fuck who delivers the girl to him, so we’re going to do what Shindo failed to do.” One of the men sneered, muttering for his peer to grab you from the bathroom.

The ash blond felt his teeth grit hearing the footsteps move down the hallway, but he knew the issue was fixed when the sound of metal tore through flesh.

Moving from around the corner Bakugou saw as Kirishima’s knife was currently elbow deep into the man’s stomach.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Kirishima said sadistically, wearing his classic grin as he gripped the man’s face with his palm alone and slammed it against the wall.

Once Bakugou saw the puddles of red drip down the cream walls, he knew only one target remained.

Taking advantage of the shocked comrade Bakugou whistled for Shinso to take out the final intruder.

The purple haired man quickly aimed his weapon at the man until he grabbed Kiyoshi by the hair and lifted him up into a chokehold.

“C..Come any closer and I blow his fucking brains out...” The man stuttered, clearly horrified seeing his comrade’s face demolished against the wall, “I’ll fucking do it!”

Bakugou looked for any sort of idea around the room, but as the gun safety clicked off against your brother’s head he knew time was not on his side.

Once you noticed the room get quiet, you made your move to the spare room. Silence was never good in standoffs like this.

Peaking your head around the corner your eyes widened when you saw a pistol pressed against the side of your brother’s head.

“Damn it Kiyoshi...”

Crawling to the spare room you quickly peaked your head underneath the bed, searching for your grandma’s beloved Estella.

Ever since you and your brother were little, your grandma told you that a happy house was never a defenseless house. She had many strange weapons hiding around the home, as bizarre as a sling shot and pebble.

But by far her favorite was a vintage rifle that she even named after her favorite cat.

Once your eyes fell on the familiar auburn wood you grinned as you quietly snatched it, shocked as you were reminded how heavy the authentic wood is.

Standing up quietly, you tiptoed the best you could down the hallway, letting your elbow dig into your side to support the heavy weapon in your hands.

Luckily nobody in the room seemed to notice your figure, any sudden movement or sound would probably set off the intruder causing him to shoot your brother. You needed to throw him off guard before loading the loud weapon.

“Say hello to Estalla buttercup.”

The sound of your ominous voice in the dark shadows of the hallway had the intruder confused as he quickly whipped his head around.

Taking the free moment, you cocked the gun back and aimed for his thigh, the blast booming throughout the small apartment.

The man crumpled to the ground as his blood gushed out of his own leg. Clearly the bullets in this gun were not to be messed with, the hole nearly making your hurl as you leaned against the wall for support.

Out of all the guns you’ve had to use this week, this one was the most intense. The blast alone knocked you into the wall as you barely caught the heavy weapon from falling to the floor.

Everyone’s eyes moved from the intruder to you, Bakugou mumbling a string of curses as he watched you barely try to get yourself standing against the wall.

“(L/n) you did it! That’s my sis!” Your brother shouted with excitement until Kirishima clicked his tongue in annoyance and shoved his head aside.

Kiyoshi truly was a dense airhead.

“Your sister doesn’t follow fucking instructions very well.” Bakugou growled as he stormed to your quivering body.

He hadn’t noticed his menacing body language until you flinched as he reached out to grab the gun from you.

Freezing for a minute Bakugou blew out a raspberry and avoided your gaze, not being able to look into your eyes.

Just the sight of the weapon in your arms didn’t feel right. Every passing second reminded him how unfair all of this was for you.

According to your sob story you were supposed to be in college right now, with a full ride. He imagined you were the perfect little teacher’s pet. President of the school. Captain of any little team your pretty head found interest in.

You deserved to be cuddled up in a dorm room, with a dorky prissy school girl uniform on, and whatever stupid coffee girls drank these days.

Instead you were in whatever dominatrix ass spy outfit Mina put you in, with a giant rifle that looks like it was made before the civil war.

He could tell you were trying your best to put on a brave face, but your body gave away its exhaustion. Shoulders sagging and tense, probably from the amounts of blood all over the floor of your own grandmother's house.

The one place every child feels safe, now looked like a meat locker.

Gritting his teeth, the ash blond grabbed the weapon from you, his fingers gently brushing across yours as he looked at you with genuine eyes for the second time since you’ve met him.

The first only being when he asked you to trust him for the first time.

“Relax, stubborn girl.”

You felt yourself freeze up under his genuine stare, his gentle vermillion eyes hiding something you couldn’t quite make out. Lost in his stare, you let him lift the heavy weapon from your hands, only looking away when Kirishima quickly returned to your side.

“Are you okay (L/n)? Where did you even get that thing?”

Finding comfort in Kirishima’s presence you let go of your grasp on the gun and moved closer to the redhead, “Spare room.”

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed at your response to move away from him and closer to Kirishima. He deserved it, but that didn’t mean it didn’t still piss him off.

“You were supposed to stay in the fucking bathroom.” Bakugou snapped, shoving the weapon in Kirishima’s hands as his typical scowl fell upon you again.

“You’re welcome for ‘disobeying’, master,” You hissed coldly, brushing past the two of them while making sure your shoulder jabbed into Bakugou’s side in the process, “I saved your lives.”

You fucking brat. The ash blond despised the way he felt his crotch twitch at your words, his fists curled into white fists as Kirishima nervously looked to his leader.

“I told her to do it Zero.” Your brother spoke up, his frustrated vermillion eyes now glaring to Kiyoshi. Bakugou hated how similar his eyes were to your own. It was like looking into the same person.

“I would have done it either way.” You mumbled, walking over the groaning man that Shinsou was now tying up and away from the hallway entrance.

You initially headed to your brother until you noticed the pinkish red substance dripping against the corner of the wall beneath him.

“I..Is that from you Kiyoshi?” You whispered, your eyes widened in horror as your brother followed your gaze to the demolished wall behind him.

“No! No... that’s the remains of this guy.” Your brother spoke, hesitantly pointing to the body on the floor. As soon as you saw the man’s mutilated skull you immediately sucked your breath in and whipped your head to the side.

Since nobody else had human remains on their hand, your eyes slowly looked back to the brutish redhead, the one person in this damn room you felt semi-comfortable with. Once your eyes connected with his bloodied palm, you confirmed your suspicions of who was responsible for the corpse.

Biting your lip you painfully looked up into Kirishima’s eyes, digging your nails into the flesh of your palms to prevent yourself from all but breaking down.

The redhead quickly hid his bloodied palm from your view, guilt flooding over him though he knew he was only doing his job.

“It’s fine...” You muttered, shocking the two brutes in the corner as you sat against the dining table and ran your fingers along your face, “It’s fine.. I know it’s your job. Just not good with that kind of stuff.”

Your brother chuckled softly shuffling over to you as he wrapped a loose arm around your shoulder, “She’s always been squeamish with blood, I’ll never forget when you almost passed out when I cut my finger off.”

Glaring to him you gently shoved him away and stood up, rolling your eyes as he wiggled his deformed looking thumb in your face.

Before you had the chance to quip back at him, the sound of the front door opening had you squeak a bit. You hadn’t even noticed how your body instinctively dashed behind Bakugou and Kirishima’s, or how the two stood in front of you without question.

Once everyone realized it was just Kaminari and Sero, the tense air settled down once again.

“What the hell, you ran to them before your own brother?” Kiyoshi whined, brows furrowed offendedly as you raised a brow wondering why he even needed to ask that.

Kirishima simply smiled back to you, feeling better that you seemed to at least trust him to keep you safe. Bakugou simply sneered, smugly smirking at your brother before quickly glancing back at you. It was then you realized your fingers were gently wrapped around Bakugou’s arm.

You wanted to be mad at yourself for letting your body instinctively trust this monster. The same monster who was just wrapping his hands around your throat threateningly. The same monster who put you in multiple near death situations.

But you also saw what that monster was capable of doing, so at least you could blame it on instinct. That still didn’t stop the warm blush that rose to your cheeks as you quickly let go of his arm.

“It was just those two boss, nobody else on the site.” Sero spoke with a grin.

Bakugou nodded, instructing them to lock the door before stepping out of the hallway and surveying the trashed living room.

“Shinso, bring this asshole to the kitchen once you finish tying him up. And tie up his leg so he doesn’t die of blood loss.” Bakugou growled, a sick grin twisting on his face when the man started pleading to the ash blond above him.

“I have a few questions for you before you become my little plaything.”

Shinso nodded as he began to lift the man towards the kitchen until a new figure opened the door, the movement having everyone in the room grab their guns and aim for the door.

They damn near would’ve shot too if your gasp didn’t have them all looking back first. “Grandma!”

You quickly shoved past the two men in front of you and wrapped your arms around the frail old lady, everyone either looking confused or shock.

“Wait... your actual grandmother fucking lives here?” Shinsou shouted to your brother, Kiyoshi blinking as he crossed his arms defensively.

“Duh, I literally told you that... who the hell do you think was making all the food?”

In that moment, everyone seemed to understand your frustration with your brother.

But also in that moment you didn’t care, you for the first time felt genuinely warm and safe as your grandma held you close to her chest.

“My dear (L/n), how are you doing baby?” You backed away just enough to look down to her, attempting to smile as she rubbed her thumb against your cheek.

Your grandma didn’t seem to buy your fake smile as her brows furrowed, lips turning into a frown as she pulled you back into a tight hug.

“You look tired (L/n).”

Her voice had a fresh set of tears fill your eyes, your lip quivering as you inhaled sharply and gripped at her dress.

“I’m fine grandma...” You spoke softly, kissing her cheek before backing away, “Just had a... busy week.”

Bakugou scoffed at your excuse, taking note of your immediate habit of shoving emotions down.

“Well now, you clearly can’t be fine wearing something like this…” You grandma huffed out, her nails peeling at the black body suit you had on before letting it go causing it to snap against your skin, “Can you even breath young lady?”

The feeling of the tight material snapping against your side made you squeak as you jumped up, rubbing your side while ignoring the sneers from behind you.

“I..I’m borrowing this from a friend grandma.” You said with a nervous chuckle, backing away slightly so she couldn’t tug at your outfit again.

“Well tell them they need less flashy attire,” Your grandma spoke with a huff before turning to your brother, her eyes narrowing, “Did you use my Estella boy?”

The gang members all watched this family affair go down, wondering why the grandma hadn’t mentioned the multiple grown men strapped with weapons or the bleeding our corpse on the floor. Was this normal for your family?

“(L/n) was the one who used it! Don’t look at me!” Your brother spat, glaring at you as your mouth dropped as if shocked by his accusation.

“Oh please, my sweet little angel face couldn’t have made this mess.” Your grandma cooed, quickly pulling you back to her as she spread kisses across your face.

Immediately you started cringing a bit at the feeling of dry lips smothering your face, up until your grandma began to finally acknowledge the gang members.

“Well don’t just stand there like buffoons, clean up my damn house so my granddaughter doesn’t have to see this traumatizing mess you’ve made!”

The men immediately looked to Bakugou, who had an expression of confusion and anger. His mom always raised him to respect his elders, but he also couldn’t look weak in front of his men.

What really pissed him off was that shit eating smirk on your face as your grandma smothered you with love. You definitely were the spoiled brat of your family.

“Clean this fuckin shit up, bring the asshole to the kitchen.” Bakugou hissed, immediately storming past you both into the kitchen.

“Watch out with that one dear, he’s fiery.” Your grandma spoke with a wink before retreating to her room.

“W..Wait grandma, where are you going?”

The old woman simply chuckled, looking back to you with a knowing look.

“You know how I raised you two, your problems are your problems to fix alone. I’m too old to be butting my head into it.” Your grandma spoke before placing her hand above your heart, “Just make sure you trust this above all else, alright?”

Biting your lip you felt yourself swallow saliva to prevent the tears from spilling from your eyes, your lips forming into a small pout as you nodded your head.

“That’s my angel face, now go rest while these boys do their work.”

Watching as she walked away, you found yourself feeling awkward amidst the chaos. With everyone cleaning up and moving around you, it was like you were suddenly back to the gravity of the situation.

As much as you hated to admit it, the person you wanted to gravitate to was Bakugou. Even after the man just tried to possibly kill you for disobeying him, you still felt this need to be by his side.

Ultimately he did protect you during that attack, and for a minute he almost looked apologetic. Maybe he wasn’t to quite be trusted, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t protect you.

After pondering your nagging thoughts for awhile, you decided to join the ash blond in the kitchen to silence your brain’s internal arguments.

Though when you saw the display before you, you wanted to immediately turn back around and pretend you never saw a damn thing, but those vermillion eyes were already on you.

The intruder was strapped down to your grandma’s dining room table, his arms bound on either side of him.

Bakugou sat before him, legs spread wide with a sinister look on his face as Kirishima and Shinsou stood on either side of the man with bloodied tools.

Wincing at the sight you kept your eyes trained back to Bakugou’s, who was still looking at you with a raised brow.

“The fuck do you want?”

This was it. This was what you hated about him. As much as you wanted to snap at him and tell him how you really felt, as soon as you felt his heated glare on you, you felt like your brain was turning into a puddle.

“I… I just didn’t want to be in the living room alone…” You muttered, playing with your fingers as you looked down.

“Where the hell is your brother?”

Admittedly, your brother had decided to sit back down on the couch and continue whatever show he was watching as if nothing happened, but to be honest he was the last person you wanted to sit with right now.

Bakugou could read the torn expression on his face, his eyes narrowing as he examined every feature you had.

Honestly after seeing the way your brother treated you, he couldn’t blame you. Your whole life you had to step up and act like the older sibling, so you probably never had anyone that made you feel genuinely safe.

That’s probably why your emotions did a complete flip as soon as your grandma came into the picture. You craved stable figures in your life. Protective ones.

That’s also probably why you had drawn a liking to Kirishima, the redhead knew it too. Even with all the sinister felonies he’s committed, he’s never broken his code to “being a man”.

That code extended to protecting any woman or child at all costs, no matter the circumstances.

Bakugou would be lying at this point if he said he didn’t have a soft spot for you too, but he also had a reputation to uphold.

Clicking his tongue, the ash blond signaled for Kaminari to drag a chair over beside him.

“Don’t fucking speak, and don’t you dare watch because if you puke on me? I’ll kill you.”

Even with the empty threat you quickly sat beside the ash blond eyes glued to the kitchen window as you listened to the leader’s deep calculated breaths.

Bakugou watched as you scooted your chair closer to his own in the corner of his eyes, but he elected to ignore the rapid beating that was growing in his chest, his eyes falling back to the sorry victim before him.

“Now come on pal, you don’t want to be screaming and flopping like a pathetic fish in front of my little doll here, do you?” Bakugou spoke in a malicious tone.

You felt your heart do a backflip at his words. His little doll. He’s never said you were his before.

“I don’t give a shit about that tramp!” The man shouted, though his voice was clearly trembling.

Without needing to say a word, Kirishima pinched the pliers against the man’s last fingernail and ripped it completely off the nail bed. Normally he would do it slowly, but Bakugou could see the anger in Kirishima’s eyes at the man’s words.

The cries that filled the air made you wince, but you chose to be here, so you weren’t about to complain.

“And why don’t you give a shit? Don’t you think you should in a position like this?” Bakugou hissed with narrowed eyes

Even in a painfully vulnerable place, the man still found the guts to spit on the table before Bakugou, his eyes suddenly growing wide and crazed.

“Why should I care?! She’s just another useless pawn in the game!” The man cried, his eyes leaving Bakugou’s and falling onto you.

The fact that the man even dared to look your direction made the mafia leader’s blood boil.

“Matter of fact, hey doll, wanna know what we were planning to do to you?”

Your head whipped over to the man as he spoke, your eyes widening in fear as you saw the deranged look in his eye.

“Yeah that’s right, look at me with those terrified eyes! You should be scared 'cause just because I failed, doesn’t mean the rest of the men won’t come after you and-“

What happened next took seconds. Mere seconds. No screams, no cries, just the sound of blade tearing against flesh.

The ash blond made sure to stand in front of the table to prohibit you from seeing most of what he saw, but the moment you saw a sliver the man’s jaw dangling beneath his shoulders, you felt your stomach begin to bubble up.

“There, that’s better.” Bakugou whispered coolly, grinning calmly as he watched the man’s lower half of his face slowly sink into his lap, “You sound so much better like this, don’t you agree?”

The silence that filled the room was eerie, you could tell something dreadful happened when Kirishima and Shinso’s expressions went blank, immediately dropping the tools they had on the table besides Bakugou.

“Actually, don’t answer that.” The ash blond said with a chuckle before turning back to his clan.

“Kirishima and Kaminari take princess back to the car, we’re going to pay Monoma a little visit,” Bakugou spoke calmly before turning to Shinso and Sero, “You two go back to the base and gather the team up, we’re ending this.”

Before you could open your mouth you felt a gentle but firm hand grab your upper arm, leading you towards the door. You looked up to see Kirishima already looking down at you, his grim expression making chills go down your back.

He gently shook his head no, as if he could see the little cogs in your head spinning.

Biting your lip you spun around anyway, your eyes meeting Bakugou’s and the look in his eye was chilling.

You hadn’t even noticed how Kirishima placed his hand on the side of your face, blocking your view from the dismembered body on the table.

All you could stare at was Bakugou’s furious, no, feral eyes. He’s red hues were fully dilated and his jaw was clenched so tight you swore it would break.

With your brows furrowing nervously, you opened your mouth to utter his name, but before you could get the first syllable out, he cut you off.

“(L/n), get in the car.”

With those words, the two men led you out the door without another word.

Bakugou wasn’t a good guy. He knew it, and he didn’t pretend to be. He had morals and he tried his best to stick by them, but at the end of the day he was a crime committing man who would kill to get his way.

This situation was no different.

“You know why I’m angry at you buddy?” Bakugou questioned, his eyes falling on the victim who’s eyes were nearly popping out of his head.

“No, please don’t rush to answer,” Bakugou sneered as he picked up what used to be an ice cream scooper, “I’ll give you a hint, it’s not because you tried to kidnap (L/n).”

The man suddenly stopped his shaking, raising a nervous eyebrow at Bakugou’s words.

“How could I blame you for that? You’re just doing your job!” The ash blond spoke with a laugh, his fingers tracing along the tool he held, “No no my boy. I’m angry at you because you dared to look in her fucking direction.”

Bakugou slammed his fist on the table, causing the man to jump as Bakugou neared his barely assembled face.

“Your filthy eyes attempted to defile my doll and scare her senseless. In front of me! Me of all fucking people!”

The man quickly shook his head, tears streaming down his face as he began to understand what Bakugou’s plans were for him now.

“I would say if you dare look in her direction again, I’ll fucking kill you…” Bakugou said with a laugh, letting the cool metal of the tool dance along the man’s bonded arms, “But I thought of an even better idea.”

Bakugou raised the metal scooper to the man’s eyes, watching as the man nearly went cross-eyed as she shook in fear.

“I’ll just gouge your fucking eyes out, so you’ll never be able to even look at what’s mine again.”

The ash blond took a bit longer than he had expected, but he was a villain, not a monster.

He made sure to dispose of the body for your grandmother, cleaning up the mess he has made and making sure everything was in order the way it was.

He didn’t question the specific cleaning supplies she had that was known under the table for cleaning up a crime scene, or the multiple strange weapons he found around the house.

Instead he found it endearing, maybe you got your feisty side from that crazy old lady.

Wishing her a good night and a promise to have her windows fixed as soon as possible, Bakugou finally made his way out of the apartment and down to his car.

What he wasn’t expecting was for you to be sandwiched between the two men in the back seat, the minute he leaned down to the back door window he saw your eyes glued to his own.

Looking to Kirishima, he raised a brow as if questioning the bizarre situation.

“She didn’t want to be alone.”

In that moment he finally realized your fingers were digging into Kirishima’s pants, your knuckles practically turning white.

Shit, he really did scare you. He swore when that bratty mouth of yours finally shut up he would be happy, but to see you so shaken almost had him feeling sick inside.

The sound of your soft voice distracted him from his thoughts, his eyes flicking up to your own that held an expression he had never seen on you before.

“Did… did you kill him?”

Damn it.. why did you have to look at him like that?

Kirishima looked at you with gentle eyes, rubbing your arm as if to silently confirm your suspicions until Bakugou reached through the window and grabbed your chin.

He absolutely adored the look in your eyes. He was sick for it but he didn’t care. Those shimmery doe shaped eyes, filled with too much to fully understand. Fear, curiosity, confusion, comfort.

All he wanted to do was shield you away from the world so you could be his forever. Nobody else’s. Only his.

“Don’t ask stupid questions doll, now get in the front seat.”

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that-was-anticlimactic · 5 months

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by my beloved @zukkaoru & @lesmiserablol <333

tagging (with no pressure): @beachytablecloth, @fabro-de-omres, & @milf-harrington (so sorry if you've already been tagged!)

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

69 which... is honestly more than i was expecting? i think it helps that my goal is to post a fic once a month mostly bc that's my motivation to keep writing even when i'm busy/stressed!

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

396,183 - omg i am SO CLOSE to 400k ahhhhhhhhh

3. what fandoms do you write for?

uhhhhhhh many??? right now, it's a lot of bsd/bnha, but it's always a plethora of things, haha! my first was prolly ninjago tbh

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

hey, little songbird, give me a song

you never quite say (but i hear)

lost in love and lost in feelings

Deeper Than Words

for a new world to begin, the old one must fall

okay the #1 for that is honestly so real that is one of my absolute favorite things i've written EVER lol, same with #2! the rest are... idk #4 is AWFUL - like one of my first atla fics and also my first time writing a ts fic (i have gotten SO MUCH BETTER AT IT NOW)

*note: i started this in like nov or early dec, and #5 changed! it was the zukka goose fic but now it's actually one of my favorites iugytfyhujiko

5. do you respond to comments

i used to be good at it. then i got stressed bc of school. and then i was suddenly like "uhhhh idk How to respond???" i think the thing that got me was i didn't know how to reply to the distressed comments on my sokka falling fic so i just. accidentally stopped.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh here in the garden (let's play a game) 100% rip to sokka sorry babes ilysm hate to do it to ya, love the angst tho <333 rip to everyone who missed the major character death tag lol. well... that or a spring and summer song, too brief rip to geto in the +1 oops... oh shoot... it could also be take me where my soul can run... hm...

7. what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

this was hard, but imma go with i was a child and she was a child bc it's based on one of my favorite childhood memories! rip to zuko and his ice cream tho :/ but azula is VIBING the whole time oiuygfcgyhuij

8. do you get hate on fics?

not really? i did once have someone try to correct me and say that i wrote sokka with ocd instead of tourette's but it was in the bookmarks and it made me laugh lol. i also got this comment on my kubokai kaidou with ts fic: ".. the self projection is heavy in this one ... -_-" so idk if that counts lol

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

nope :)

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

uhhhh not really? i wrote ninjago equestria girls crossover oneshot in middle school but i never finished it and it SUCKED lol

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of?

12. what's the longest you've spent working on a fic? and the shortest?

uhhh i wrote a 7,600 word fic in three hours while i had covid? that's prolly the shortest? i count that as shorter than anything i may have finished faster bc i had covid lol but longest? ummmm over a year? multiple years? idkkkkkk the jay with ts fic i posted was something i wrote in 2019 and i edited it (a lot) and posted it in 2022 so??? that maybe?

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

uhhh i did with friends in middle/high school, but those never left the docs! also grace and i have. very many much so aus lol

14. what's your all-time favorite ship? from all fandoms?

RARIJACK!!! it was one of my first hardcore ships, and also was my introduction to queer ships!!! renga is a close second, but rarijack just is really important and special to me for sentimental reasons that put it above renga and others! i am also on a seroroki kick right now. it's not my all-time favorite, but the brain rot seems never ending right now lol

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

GOD SO MANY i have a folder in gdocs just for ninjago fics and there are folders within the folder for different types of wips i'll never finish - i have That many: "no substance", "baby girls", "drafts"... etc...

16. what are your writing strengths?

uhhhhhhhhhh ngl i'm in a place right now where i feel like the answer is Nothing (writer's block has been Bad recently), but i think something i'm good at in a very specific way is making readers feel the discomfort of characters? like idk i've been told that the way i write ts and tics (specifically tic attacks) makes the readers feel uncomfortable in like a "wow i didn't know it felt this way" kind of way??? i like to think i'm good at characterization??? idkkkk

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

ummm setting and scenery & connecting parts of a story, especially if they're parts that i'm stuck on/transitions are prolly my biggest ones???

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i mean go for it as long as it's respectful and like... you tried making sure it's accurate?

19. first fandom you wrote for?

uhh rainbow fairy/a-z mysteries... but that was like very briefly on paper. first time like... for Realsies was ninjago

20. favorite fic you've written?

oh 100% hey, little songbird, give me a song. it's just really special to me and writing it helped me cope with a new tic i had. but one that i wrote more recently is fantasies i'm not sure that i'm worthy of which is a ritsu-centric fic and is prolly tied as my favorite fic i wrote in 2023. the other one would be sun comes streaming through the window (& i can't sleep anymore) which is my 21k word kenji-centric fic lol but that one is like... i'm more proud of it than anything, which is what puts it up there.

#corey writes:)#okay now that i did this pls inspire me pls pls pls #want write #ahhhhh #n e ways #i feel like i rambled so much goshhhhhhh #the ritsu fic tho... it's about the Guilt... y eah...

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nutria--oscura · 7 months

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Y'ALL HAVE ME SO SCARED FOR THIS (@cookies-over-yonder @officialgleamstar y'all's posts have slain me) HERE WE GO

like, i'm crting and i haven't even stareted the ep yet wtf-

~spoilers for S2 ep35 under the cut~

preface: I AM SCARED I AM CLUTCHING NICK JR (mouse/rat soft toy) ON THE VERGE OF TEARS

THE PASTA PUNS IN THE INTRO

the sound effects low-key make me wanna throw up-

update: the sound effects make me high-key wanna throw up-

the intro is the high before the storm right? oh dear~

yesss, link is a spouse to his best friends <3

gosh I missed their voices so much <333 <- literally have 100+ episodes it can listen to whenever they want

freddie correcting beth's fact is literally my best friend and i on a daily basis (whos who? we take turns)

i could listen to an entire podcast of just freddie saying facts. like genuinly

HERMIE FACT??? SCAM CONJURED HIM INTO EXISTENCE AS A HIGHSCHOOLER??? MY POOR BOI-

TJ SHOT NICK'S ARM OFF WHAAAAAAA-

TERRY :) WHAT:)?

"your time studying the blade has served you well" what is hapening?

whAT IS HAPPENING????

Terry Jr's back <333

"i did not think that's how this fight was gonna go" same will- same

hey imps? what the fu-

NORMAL'S BACK BOIIIIIIII

ROLL ROLL ROLL ROLL NAT 1 HAH

SCARY AND TERRY JR <3

MEMORY TIME OH DEARRR

"in going from enemies to lovers so to speak"

all the fanfics were right- (nicky's reasoning, him attempting to reason with the others)

ron and nicky are such a vibe together honestly

OH NO- NICKY WAS SO REASONABLE TOO AND YET-

LARK AND SPARROW WITH CROSSBOWS TERRY WITH A SHOTGUN WHERE'S GRANT???

"and a badass fight ensues, but also sad"

oh there's grant

OH WE GOT THE WHOLE ASS SCENE OH SHIT-

TERRY SHOT NICKY, NICKY STABBED TERRY-

TERRY JR AND RON <33

terry's memory being ron forgiving him- (henry voice) oh gosh. oh geez-

"did you see what i did to like, my best friend" BEST F R I E N D

"you showed up, y'know?" what if i just combust?

Scary hugging Terry<333

THEY'RE ALL HUGGING

oh my heart

hey glenn, respectfully, fuck offffff

nicky having more emotional intelligence than glenn is so true-

OH HERE COMES THE GLENN AND NICKY AND TAYLOR SHIT-

"i have a memory that you weren't around for. which was the birth of your grandson" AHHHHHHH

"i always thought taylor came out real quiet. like a real stoic ninja." "nope. came out crying like a baby dude"

glenn... glENN. GLENN! NO. NOT INFRONT OF YOUR 3 DAY OLD GRANDSON

THE FANFICTIONS WERE SO RIGHT- (GLENN IN NICKY'S LIFE BEFORE THE FAITHFULL SOCCER TRIP)

brb cause im like actually crying cause of that scene-

ok... lets go... (screaming crying sobbing sliding down a wall)

JODIE VISITEDDDD

FUCKING TELL HIM NICKYYYY FUCKING TELL HIMMMM

"i remember when... was that you? yea, i remember when you were born." WHAT DO YOU MEAN WAS THAT YOU???? THAT WAS YOUR FUCKING SON

YES GLENN. REFLECT BITCH-

"i didn't see a lot of taylor's growing up, and that was- that was- we're cool now, right taylor?" "fuck yea dawgggg. well-" HERE IT COMES

I AM HEEDING THE WARNINGS

"if i'm gonna be honest dad, i've kinda been hoping and keeping an eye out for time travel magic so that we could go back in time and you could be there for me" imma go ahead an roll a d20 of psychic damage- ah, a nat20 damage, yea that seems about righ- HIS VOICE HOW IT WENT ALL SOFT AND QUIET AND SHY AND THE COMPLETE FUCKING OPPOSITE OF HOW HE IS USUALLY OH SHIT OH FUCK

NICKY ROLL PSYCHIC DAMAGE BOI-

"as a result i have developed a number of very bad habits, that i am told are very hard to break"

"it's too late"

"but you know if there is time travel magic, then y'know maybe- or if you find it, you can maybe, pick me up on the way back to the past" HIS VOICE, THE MAYBES-

"we're just 3 cool guys" "well-"

"i didn't even know where you were"

I'M SORRY- THREE (3) YEARS????

NICKY NO- DON'T-

more memories??? MORE MEMORIES??? OH NO-

OUCH OUCH OUCH O U C H-

HE'S DONE WITH KARATE- NO- NO NO NO N O

FUCKING HELL FUCK ME-

sorry, i have strong feeling w/ regards to parents not showing up to (sprots) stuff

~a pattern~

YES LINK, STARE DAGGERS INTO HIM, DEFEND YOUR QPR BESTIE

the- the fanfics were right (glenn keeping his distance not wanting to fuck nicky up but consequentially fucking nicky up)

"as you're saying this, without even wanting it to, tears are rolling down your cheeks. And in that moment, you and Taylor and Nick, all realise that there is no fixing this, that this is as good as it's going to get. That you are stuck with each other in the forms that you are now. You see daddymagic, that same daddymagic that exited Ron and Terry's body, emanate for their bodies like a fine mist coalesce into the air, and then zip into the jar and fill it up a little bit more, cause that's what your relationship is..." what if i- what if i lost it? right here right now?

gosh i DID NOT heed the warnings oh noooooooo

i'm sorry- the US MILITARY? oh fbi too

hahahahahahahah ha hah h a what? JODIE AND MORGAN ARE IN CUFFS-

GLENN LISTEN TO JODIE FFS

"i'd like to see you try" "hey is glenn immune to bullets?"

LINK KING OF HELLL HEYYYYYYYYYY-

NORMAL NO. BESTIE I LOVE YOU HECK I AM YOU BUT FUCK NO-

"dude- both of us look at each other - fear, fear in taylor's eyes. like, what the fuck are we getting into? why did i open my mouth?" FEAR IN TAYLOR'S EYES??? FEAR????

I'M SORRY? THE CAGE????

FIGHT TO THE DEATH??? NOOOOOOOOOOO

In conclusion:

I am now obsessed with Taylor Swift (Freddie's version)

#OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCKITY FUCK-#i- oh nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo #dndads #dndads spoilers #dungeons and daddies #whispers of the raine

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Runaway - Chapter Twelve.

You guys! You’re really loving this, aren’t you? That makes me so happy! If you ever want to slow the note count down, that’s absolutely fine. The story will end on chapter twenty four, so there’s your end point to keep in mind. Thank you so much for your continued interest, you’re all so lovely!

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven

Taglist - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 2,490

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Little mamas, what’s the beef now, huh?”

Reaching down, Manny lifted his howling daughter into his arms, bouncing her gently as her mother had said often worked in placating her. No such luck that night, Lola adamant that she was not to be soothed for more than half an hour as a time. “Imma need to get mommy to spray her perfume on a toy or blanket, aren’t I? Because I think that’s the issue, you miss her, don’t you?”

It was bound to be a little bewildering for her, Lola suddenly being in a new place with new people, her very tired daddy someone she’d only spent time with twice before staying there. Manny understood it, but god, it was hard, having his sleep broken every half hour or so by a crying baby. Taking her out to the lounge and closing the door to try and put a buffer between the noise and Carmen, he wondered how the hell Hannah had coped, doing this all by herself for the first three months of Lola’s life.

Of course, she’d had the help of her parents here and there, so she’d revealed, but mostly it had just been her. He really wished she’d told him sooner, as soon as the DNA test proved Michael not to be Lola’s father. He would have been there in a heartbeat, but lord, he wouldn’t try and deny it. Parenting was tough, especially when there was no real reason for a baby to be squealing loudly at 3am, Manny feeling himself becoming a little stressed out by it.

Nobody said fatherhood would be easy, though.

“Come on, baby cakes. You’re just gonna be a cute little husk soon, all these tears you’re crying,” he spoke softly, kissing her cheek and resting her to his chest, the living room door suddenly flung open.

“Manny, I have to be up for work in three hours. You’ve gotta stop that baby from crying!” Carmen fumed, folding her arms after storming over to stand in front of him.

He looked up at her incredulously. “Wanna keep it down? She don’t need your shouting adding to the fact she’s stressing without her mama here. I’m trying to soothe her, but god damnit, she’s fourteen weeks old. It’s to be expected.” He had thought she might’ve gentled to the idea, actually saying hello to Lola when he’d brought her in that afternoon, saying she was very cute and agreeing how much she resembled him, Manny breathing a sigh of relief. Her thaw had not lasted, though, it seemed.

He was met with a huff and a snort at his request for her to hush, his fiancée turning and storming out. “Try harder!”

“Oh yeah, she saltier than the dead sea, ain’t she?” he complained lightly, picking up his phone and doing a little research for anything he could try out to soothe a howling baby, since he was all out of ideas. Cuddles didn’t work, neither did her favourite blanket or cuddly elephant that she’d fallen in love with since he placed it in her hands the week before.

Reading through a few parenting forums, he found there were a large number of formerly sleep deprived parents all advising using sounds of nature to calm their little ones, one mommy listing a few links to the YouTube playlists that worked for her baby in calming him down, Manny clicking on the first to be taken to an eight hour long video of night ambience music, that particular one listed as enchanted forest.

Pressing play, he rested his cell against his chest next to Lola, and after a few minutes, as if by magic, he had an enchanted baby.

“Would you look at that? Daddy is a damned genius.” He whispered softly, Lola settling, the sounds of her sleepy snuffles replacing the screaming. He waited until he was sure she was deeply asleep before taking her back to her room, resting her down in her crib and stopping the video. As soon as he did, though...

“Oh, lord have fucking mercy.” He didn’t have Google home or Amazon Alexa (although made a mental note to get one of them in light of this) so instead, switched calls to silent, cancelled his alarm and left his phone on the dresser, luckily the sounds settling his screaming daughter once the video had been resumed, Manny leaving her to sleep, heading back into bed with Carmen. He got a whole two hours before Lola made her demands known again, this time because she was hungry.

While he was dealing with daddy duties on two and a half hours of sleep, a well-rested Hannah was meeting with Shonda for breakfast before they both began their working days, Shonda at the insurance firm she was an underwriter for, and Hannah back at home in her office area. Since Lola’s arrival, she no longer had a room to sit within and work, but luckily her spacious lounge had meant she could easily shift her desk out there and work facing the window. Manny would be dropping Lola back at midday, so she’d get at least three hours in completely undisturbed.

“Pumpkin, you’re looking fresh!” Shonda greeted her with, rising from her seat to kiss her cheek, Hannah taking a seat and a grateful swig of the coffee waiting for her.

“Yeah, I slept for a blissful seven hours last night, with Lola over at her daddy’s place,” she revealed, pulling up the sleeves on her light sweater and getting comfortable. “Poor Manny, he texted me this morning to say that she howled most of last night, but he found an ambient music playlist or something that seemed to settle her down.”

“I was just about to ask how he coped with her first stop over! Man, that’s a good guy right there, living up to his word and being a hands-on daddy. You got so lucky, sugar.”

Boy, how Hannah knew that. She counted her blessings daily that it wasn’t Michael who had fathered her child.

“I really did. He’s just been so good about it all. I think it stems from the fact his own dad walked out on him when he was five, it’s stuck with him as something that he’d never do to a child of his own,” she shared, Shonda nodding.

“I wanna meet this man! When can I? I feel like I should, you know, being the auntie of his child!”

Hannah laughed softly, casting her eyes down at the menu before her. “Soon, I’ll arrange a meet up or something. He’s quite busy and his hours aren’t regular.” She excused herself then when her phone chimed, taking a look to see she’d received yet another reply to her post on a parenting forum, one she sighed over. “And with that, I’m deleting my fucking account.”

Shonda’s confused face prompted her further explanation. “So, you know how I mentioned that I stopped breastfeeding, because of the nipple issue? Well, I posted about it on the mommy forum, and so many women were supportive and said they did exactly the same, that the pain of cracked nipples and no longer enjoying the bonding experience because of such made them choose the formula route too. But then, oh my god, the barrage of hatred I’ve been getting! I swear, new mothers are some of the most judgmental people on earth!”

“Oh, don’t even listen to them, pumpkin. I mean, I know I’ve decided that my ovaries are only ever gonna be purely ornamental, but for real, it’s your choice and she’s your child. You decide what’s best. These forums, as I can guess are likely a good resource, but with that comes the judgement you mention, so yeah. I think you’re best ignoring them and letting your poor little nips heal up all nice!” She paused then, sipping her coffee as their server arrived with them, giving their order. “Besides, isn’t formula just as good in this day and age?”

“Yeah, the better-quality ones are, and yes, you’re correct, too. Account now deleted, and nipples healing nicely under a slather of cocoa butter. All nice and soft again, and no one other than me to appreciate them!”

Shonda snorted softly with laughter. “Still horny as hell?”

“Oh, god!” Hannah exclaimed, the look on her face hysterical. “Since I healed and started getting a little more sleep, it has not gone away! If anything, it’s gotten worse!”

“So, do you think you might be dipping your toe into the dating pool again soon?”

Hannah was thoughtful for a few moments before shaking her head. “I don’t really want to just yet, not with Lola so little. It’s just something else I have to put energy I don’t have into, but a fuck buddy might be nice.”

Shonda’s eyes widened a fraction as her shoulders bobbed in a half-shrug. “Shame baby daddy is off the market. You could have hopped on any time you liked.”

“Don’t remind me!” she wailed quietly, covering her face with her hands. “That man is entirely too attractive for his own good.”

She was reminded of such later that morning, Manny texting to say he’d be a little late to drop her back if that was okay with Hannah, taking Lola to meet her granny Val. It was just coming up to 2pm when they arrived, Hannah piling the pasta she’d cooked for lunch into a bowl, of which she’d made entirely too much of.

“What the hell smells so amazing, and please can I have some?” Manny announced, passing Lola in her car seat to Hannah, who placed it down and fetched her out, beaming widely at her happy looking baby.

“That is blackened Cajun chicken pasta, and yes you may. I made too much as usual, but I can freeze what we don’t eat,” she spoke, following him into the kitchen area and pulling another bowl from the cupboard. “Here,” she spoke, passing him the bowl, “help yourself.”

He peered into the pot; the smell heavenly. “Hannah banana, do I see actual vegetables in here?”

“You do,” she confirmed, adding black pepper to her own bowl. “Zucchini, green peppers and sweetcorn. I had to be somewhat healthy while I was pregnant, rather living on junk food. Vegetables aren’t too bad either, I have to somewhat concede.”

She gestured with the pepper grinder, Manny holding his bowl forward before taking a huge first mouthful. “How is it?”

Her question was met by a blissful face and hummed noise of approval, Manny planting a huge kiss on her cheek. “Amazing, HB.”

“Oh, I’m abbreviated now?” she teased, moving to the couch with him, placing her bowl down and putting Lola beneath her baby gym before settling beside him.

“You are when I have too much food in my mouth to call you Hannah banana.”

While they ate, they mainly discussed the baby before moving on to catch up with one another, Manny revealing that Carmen was still being quite difficult about it all, Hannah sympathising. She’d be lying if she didn’t admit that the thought of discontent in their relationship didn’t give her a little bit of a happy flutter within, internally scolding herself that it was awful, to feel that when Manny was obviously pissed off about it.

“I mean, I dunno what I can do to make it better for her, you know? It almost feels like if I said I’d decided to have nothing to do with Lola, then she’d be perfectly fine with it. She can be selfish and bad tempered, but before all of this, she was sweet, you know? That’s why I got with her, because she was a nice girl, fun to be around, made me laugh.”

He paused for a moment, his frown deepening. “She’s been more tense with the wedding organising, and to begin with I was really involved in it all with her. I wanted to be, it’s my wedding too. However, if I inputted any ideas she didn’t like, I just got stonewalled, so I left the choices to her. Apparently now that means I ain’t interested, so I’m stuck and she’s mad when she don’t need to be. It’s amped up triple fold since Lola arrived in our lives,” he continued, sighing. “You got any advice for me there?”

Hannah liked that, that she was a person he felt he could share with intimately. Then again, back when they’d first met, it had been frighteningly easy between them. They were very much in tune.

“Other than offer her the reassurance that Lola being in your life doesn’t change how you feel about her, then you’re doing all you can already, Manny. It’s up to Carmen to get her head around now,” she advised. “I should think that when the wedding has happened, and she’s had all those months to get used to Lola being around, then she’ll settle more. Weddings are stressful things; I remember from organising my own. I’m sure she’ll calm down again eventually.”

Manny bit the inside of his cheek, but not enough to prevent the noise of doubt that sounded deep in his throat. “Hm, yeah.”

“You don’t sound so sure there,” she observed, forking the last pieces of pasta from the bowl and shovelling them into her mouth.

“Truth?”

She reached to pat his thigh supportively. “Yeah, go on.”

“I’m wondering if she ever will, with how she’s acting. I mean, I get that this landed on us out of the blue, but if she’s still at the same level of annoyed over it as she was when she found out, and she’s had just shy of three weeks to deal with this, then I gotta wonder if she’ll ever accept it.”

“Ahh, give her time! Like you say, it’s only been three weeks. I mean, if you’re comparing her to you, then of course you’ll settle faster, since Lola is your blood. Carmen doesn’t have a link to her like that. All she sees is the fact that suddenly, there’s a little less room for her, even though I know you told me you’re reassuring her that’s not the case.”

He rested his empty bowl down on the table, turning to her. “You’re fucking awesome, you know that? I swear, I wish everyone was as easy to talk things over with as you are. You’re all chill and reasonable.”

“I try.” she shrugged.

He left her to it shortly after, kissing Lola goodbye and being glad to receive some big, happy smiles, Hannah walking him to the door.

“Thanks for the eats, and the chat. See you Thursday, HB.” Reaching for her, his thumb skimmed a soft circle at the apple of her cheek, Hannah smiling, the action making her heart flutter. What she had no way of knowing, of course, was that as he walked away from her door, so did his.

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