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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Until You Fall Asleep

After moving in with the crew to help cure your quarantine boredom, you find a new way to deal with your insomnia.

Request: “Could you please do a Colson fanfic where you're a friend of the gang and you move into their house for quarantine so you're not alone. Colson finds out you have terrible insomnia and starts staying up to keep you company and you gradually start sleeping in his bed because it's the only place you seem to actually sleep. You start to get really close through these late night chats, watching films, sharing stuff and opening up to each other... Friendship starts to develop into something else. I need some fluff to see me through these sleepless nights! 🙏😘 Thanks!”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 3487

Living with your best friends during a nationwide quarantine seemed like a good idea when you agreed to it, but after the 5th night of wandering the huge house late at night because you couldn’t sleep, you were starting to think you should’ve stayed where you were. At least at your own place, you didn’t have to worry about sneaking around so as not to wake anyone up.

Luckily, no one seemed to notice that you woke up earlier than everyone else in the house or went to sleep later. Or if they did, no one said anything.

Day five

Tonight hadn’t been going so well. You had tried showering, you hadn’t eaten for at least a few hours before trying to sleep, you turned your lavender diffuser on, you’d even tried yoga. Nothing helped, and you were left staring at your ceiling.

Frustrated and uncomfortable, you rolled out of your bed, sock clad feet pattering across your room and slowly pulling your door open. You made your way through the house and out to the pool, letting the cool night air wash over you. A deep breath fell from your lips as you began to pace around the deck, hoping to tire yourself out enough to sleep.

After a few minutes, you heard the sliding glass door open, looking up and finding Colson stepping out with a blunt in his hand. He smiled tiredly at you, “you’re up early.”

You raised an eyebrow, “what time is it?” You figured it was 4, maybe 5 am.

“Almost 7,” he looked concerned, “you okay?”

You were trying to figure out how you managed to stay up until 7 am without a wink of sleep, “yeah, just couldn’t sleep. It’s cool though. Why are you up?”

Colson lit the blunt as he spoke, “couldn’t sleep either.”

Day eight

You found yourself curled up on the couch, reading a book at 5:30 in the morning after hours of trying to fall asleep. You swore if you stayed in your room a second longer, you’d break something, so you snuck out to the TV room with the most boring book you could find.

“Do you ever sleep?” Colson’s voice surprised you, making you jump lightly in your seat. The man chuckled at your reaction, taking a seat next to you.

You pouted at his glee, “I could ask you the same thing.”

He shrugged, “sleep is for the weak.”

A sarcastic chuckle fell from your lips, “oh yeah, I feel so strong and cool right now.”

The man laughed with you, but soon turned serious, “serious though, are you good? Both nights this week I haven’t slept you’ve been awake, and I know you don’t take naps.”

You sighed, “it’s just insomnia, I’ve been dealing with it on and off for a couple years now. It’s not a big deal.”

He cocked his head in curiosity and worry, “how much sleep have you been getting?”

You ducked your head in embarrassment, “I slept for an hour at like 3, hopefully I’ll fall asleep again at some point tonight.”

Colson frowned, “can I help at all?”

A small smile fell upon your face, “sometimes talking helps, but honestly not much else. It’s not that big of a problem, though. I’ve been dealing with this for a while, I’m used to it.”

He looked shocked, “dude, you sleep for a few hours every night! That’s a problem. I don’t even know how you’re still alive.”

“Like you’ve never gone a couple days in a row without sleeping,” you said sarcastically.

“No! I go to sleep late as fuck, but I sleep eventually most nights. You’re on a whole different level.” His tone was slightly defensive, if not concerned, “do I need to get you some pills or something? I can do that.”

Your eyes went wide, “Jesus, Kells, no. I have enough to deal with, I don’t need another addiction on my hands too.”

He chuckled, “I’m just saying it might help. I’m assuming weed does nothing?”

You sighed sadly, “it did for a while, but I think my body got used to it. I just have to wait it out until I inevitably pass out.”

“Well, guess I’ll just bother you until you fall asleep.” He relaxed further into the couch, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Colson, you really don’t have to-“

“You won’t let me get you drugs, so I’m gonna stay up with you. It’s the least I can do.” He smiled widely, knowing he would get his way.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?”

Day Twelve

“You think that Captain America has the best character arc? Seriously?”

Your nightly chats with Colson had moved into his room after Baze was woken up by Colson’s loud laughter during a conversation about what type of dogs you’d both be. So, you were sat cross legged on his bed, facing each other in deep conversation.

The man tried to defend his stance to you, “okay, I know everyone loves Tony’s whole asshole to hero thing, but Captain America went from this goody two shoes to this badass criminal and he still got the girl in the end.”

You shook your head, “you’re just wrong in every way. I’m not even saying Iron Man had a better story, but literally every other character developed more than Steve. He wasn’t that badass in the end, and the fact that he went back to get the girl just proves he never really changed all that much. He was static.”

“So, you’re telling me, if we watched every single movie with Captain America in it, you wouldn’t be entertained?” He crossed his arms and leaned backwards, eyeing you challengingly.

You scoffed, “the movies are fine, I just think that Marvel has produced better superheroes with better plotlines.”

“New plan, we’re going to watch every marvel movie in order and then you can tell me that I’m right.” He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV across from his bed.

Rolling your eyes, you moved back to lean against the headrest, legs spread out in front of you, “you’re not right, but I’ll watch them just to see the look on your face when you realize you’re wrong.”

Colson flopped down on the bed next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you so that you were leaning into his side. A yawn escaped his mouth, “if you get tired, let me know.”

You giggled, “I’m always tired, I just can’t sleep. I won’t get offended if you fall asleep though.”

He pulled a face, “I’m not falling asleep.”

About an hour into the movie the slow rise and fall of his chest indicated differently. You chuckled to yourself once you realized he had fallen asleep, turning further into his chest, and allowing yourself to get more comfortable.

Somewhere between 4 and 5 am, you found your eyes finally closing of their own accord, unconsciousness washing over you.

Day 17

Since starting your marvel movie binges with Colson, you’d found yourself getting more sleep. You couldn’t tell if it was from the movies or from Colson, but either way something seemed to be working.

Tonight, however, even your new routine wouldn’t lull you to sleep. You tried every breathing exercise in the book, but nothing seemed to work. Colson had fallen asleep a while ago, his arm wrapped around you as per usual, so you couldn’t talk yourself to sleep.

So, you decided to take a stroll around the house, hoping the small form of physical activity would help. But in order to get out of bed, you would have to find a way out of Colson’s embrace without waking him up.

You slowly and gently grabbed his hand and removed it from your side, laying it on the bed next to you. Then, you sat up slowly, only to be pulled back into his chest, “where’re you going?”

His voice was deep and gravelly, sleepiness very evident. You responded with a whispered, “I can’t sleep, was gonna go walk around.”

He pulled you in closer to him, nuzzling his face into the crown of your head, “but you’re so warm.”

You chuckled, cuddling into the man, “fine, I’ll stay.” You tried to close your eyes and find sleep, but again, none came. Sighing, you accepted that you would be stuck in your current position, realizing there were worse things than being wrapped up in a beautiful boy’s arms.

Day 25

“I know aliens probably exist, but do you think they’d ever take one of us to study?”

Colson chuckled at your question, “like a human in general or, like, you and me?”

“Like you or me. Do you think we’re important enough to be studied?”

He squeezed your waist, “I think you are in desperate need of sleep.”

Laughing, you responded, “I’m serious! And I have been sleeping, thank you very much.”

“Okay, fine. I think if aliens ever came to Earth, they’d probably be more interested in, like, genius billionaires or really dumb people, like people from Florida.”

You slapped his arm, “don’t be mean to Florida.”

You could feel the vibrations from his laughter, making you giggle. “Fine, but my point is they wouldn’t be interested in us unless they’re really into music.”

“Darn,” you huffed.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “you want aliens to take you and study you?”

Balancing yourself on his chest, you lifted yourself up to look down at him, “yes! That would be so fucking cool.”

He shook his head with a laugh, “you’re crazy.”

“Think about it, who else would be able to say they got studied by aliens. And then you’d know that you were important to someone, even if it is just alien scientists.”

Rolling his eyes, Colson pulled you back down into him, your hands still resting on his chest, “I don’t need aliens to know I’m important.”

“Well not all of us can be ubertalented rock stars with millions of fans,” you joked, a teasing smile on your face.

You glanced up to find his eyes trained on you, holding a softer look in them than you had expected, “I didn’t mean that.”

It took a few moments for his words to get processed by your brain, but you immediately dismissed the thought that he could be talking about you specifically. More than likely he was referencing his family in general, which you could be included in.

Day 31

To celebrate a full month in quarantine, the guys had decided to throw an in-house only party, which just meant that everyone had an excuse to drink together more than normal. You were staying mostly sober, knowing that otherwise the boys would most likely break something, most likely themselves.

You watched from your place on the kitchen counter as Rook, Baze, Slim, Dre, Irv, Dub, and Colson played a round of King’s cup.

“Y/N, you have to drink,” Rook called from across the room, “it’s a six.”

“If there’s no women playing then you just skip that card, Rookie.” You called but took a sip from your cup anyways.

Colson whined, “this is boring.” You chuckled as he moved away from the table to come stand by you, the rest of the guys continuing without him. He leaned against the counter next to your dangling leg, letting you run your fingers through his blond hair, “parties are boring now, Y/N.”

You could tell that he was gone, the alcohol having almost full control of him. “When we get out of quarantine, we’ll throw the biggest party ever, Kells,” you said, letting your hand fall to rest on his shoulder. The man grasped your hand in his and moved it back up to the top of his head, silently begging for you to continue. He turned into a cat, practically purring as he leaned into you, “hey, Kells, you tired?”

He shook his head, “no, ‘m gonna stay up with you, remember?”

You laughed softly, “it’s okay, Kells. You should get some sleep; I’ll be okay for a night.”

His arms wrapped around your middle, head burying into your stomach, “I’ll go to sleep if you do.”

“You gotta let me off this counter for that.” This was a side of Colson you rarely saw; the drunk, very cuddly version of Colson. Occasionally he’d cling on to you when he got really tired, but that was in the privacy of his room. Here he was hanging onto you in front of all his friends, though granted they were too drunk to notice anything unusual.

You hopped off the counter, taking on some of Colson’s body weight in order to get him up the stairs and to his room. Truthfully, you planned to leave him in his bed once you got him there, but he had other plans. As soon as you moved to walk away from the bed, he grabbed your arm sleepily, “why are you leaving?”

Running a hand along his jaw softly, you softly said, “I’m gonna go to my room.”

He whined, “you never sleep in your room, stay.”

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond to that, “Kells, you’re drunk, you need some sleep.”

“I can’t sleep without you.” His eyes were glazed over, making his pleading look even more appealing than normal.

Sighing, you muttered, “yes, you can. I’ll be right down the hall,” but he wasn’t taking no for an answer, hand still firmly around your wrist.

“No.”

You rolled your eyes, climbing into the bed next to him, “I’m only doing this because you need to go to sleep.” He hummed in response to that, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly into him, leaving no room for you to escape even if you tried.

Day 37

Nights with Colson had slowly turned into every moment with Colson. You woke up together, ate breakfast together, spent time together. You were rarely separated for long, not that either of you minded.

At some point, the line between friends and whatever lied next had gotten blurred, but not fully crossed. You and Colson were touchy and cuddly during the day as well as at night, and everyone in the house was starting to notice it.

Part of you just wanted to kiss him and see what happened, but you knew messing with a situation like this could go very wrong very fast. So, you just left it up to him to figure out where this thing would go, knowing he probably wouldn’t make the first move either.

But as you laid in his arms, listening to his midnight ramblings, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you took matters into your own hands. You watched his lips move as he spoke, wanting nothing more than to lean up and press your own against them. Of course, you would never actually do it, but it was nice to dream.

There was a lull in the conversation which was spent with your eyes dancing across each other’s face, trying to figure out what to say next. Suddenly, he blurted out, “can I get your advice on something?”

You nodded in response, a soft smile on your face. He continued, “this sounds so stupid, but there’s this girl I’ve been talking to recently and I can’t figure out if she ‘s into me or we’re just really good friends.”

You sat up slightly, perking an eyebrow up, “well what signs has she given you that she’s into you?” Your heart burned, hoping he was talking about you. It was a feeling that had been happening a lot recently whenever you were around him, which was almost all the time.

He sighed, “I mean, we talk like, all the time about everything. And I think she flirts with me, but I’m not completely sure if she’s flirting or she’s just being friendly.”

“Well, what signs say that she’s not into you?” You ask, biting your lip to hide the grin forming on your face.

Colson hesitated, “I mean, none, really. I’m just scared of messing up our friendship, you know?”

You nodded, “well, you’ll never know if you never ask her. I’m sure it’ll work out.”

He was quiet for a long time, clearly turning the advice over in his head, “I would but, with quarantine and everything, I just don’t think it’s the right time. We wouldn’t be able to actually, you know.”

Your heart fell, realizing that there was no possible way he was talking about you. It felt like every bone in your body turned to Jell-o at the realization, a lump forming in your throat. “Right, well, maybe you could invite her over to the house. Or do a cute facetime date or something.”

He nodded but stayed quiet. You fully sat up, swinging your legs off the bed. “Where are you going?” he asked softly.

Something inside of you was slowly crumbling, and you needed to get yourself out of his presence as soon as possible, “I just need to take a walk, I don’t think I’m tired enough to get any form of sleep.”

Colson let out a small “oh,” as you stood up and swiftly left the room, tears forming in your eyes.

You felt silly for letting yourself fall so easily and for thinking that he might have felt the same way. But you could’ve sworn there was something forming between you two.

And how had you never heard of this new girl? How long had that been going on?

So many thoughts swirled around in your head as you made your way downstairs and out to the empty pool deck, pacing the familiar space. You tried to convince yourself that your feelings weren’t as strong as they actually were so that this could somehow be easier, but you knew it wouldn’t work.

The sound of the door sliding open caught your attention, your eyes meeting those all too familiar blue ones. “You okay?” he asked, leaning against the wall of the house. You flashed him a fake smile with a nod. “This doesn’t have anything to do with what I just-”

“No, no,” you cut him off, “I’m just restless right now, needed to get some energy out.”

He nodded, watching you cautiously, “I’m actually super tired, so I’m gonna get some sleep. I’ll see you in a few?”

You nodded, knowing full well you had no intention of getting back into his bed, “yeah, goodnight.” You turned your head to the ground, studying the cement below your feet.

The door opened and shut, but when you looked back up, Colson was still standing outside, watching you. “I don’t know why I said that. There isn’t a girl in quarantine. Well, I mean, there is, but we wouldn’t not be able to see each other.”

Your head was spinning, trying to make sense of whatever he was saying. He kept talking, “I got nervous and chickened out and then you left and I felt like an idiot.” You looked up to him, confusion evident on your face as he continued on the borderline of rambling, “so I’m just gonna throw this out there and whatever happens, happens.”

You stared at him blankly, not fully processing his words or what was happening.

“Would you wanna go on a date with me? Or, like, whatever kind of date we can pull off here?”

Your eyes went wide in shock, the rollercoaster you had just been on emotionally twisting your mind. You didn’t speak for a few moments, making Colson nervous, but you finally got out a stuttered, “yes.”

He sighed in relief, “god I feel like such a teenager right now.”

You came back to your senses, narrowing your eyes at him, “do you realize the emotional turmoil you just put me through? I feel like I’m crazy!”

He chuckled, moving towards you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, “I know, I’m an asshole. But it was worth it, right?”

“I was literally rethinking my entire life out here,” you pouted, leaning into his touch.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You rolled your eyes, “look who’s all Mr. confident now.”

The vibrations of his laugh shook your own body, “well, you said yes. This would be a completely different story if you had said no. Then I would be the one rethinking my entire life.”

You smirked teasingly, “I could always change my mind.”

He shook his head with a chuckle, “shut up.” His lips met yours, one hand reaching up to softly hold your jaw. You melted into the kiss, your arms moving to wrap around his neck loosely.

You pulled away slowly, a smile spread on your face, “this almost makes not being able to sleep worth it.”

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everlarkficexchange · 3 years

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The Right Position

Author: @taylerwrites

Prompt 30: Peeta is Katniss’s tantric yoga teacher. She joins the class on a dare from Johanna and is committed to attending for 3 months. She hates it…at first. Smut happens. [submitted by @mrspeetamellark]

Rated: E

A/N: This is only part one of two, but I hope you enjoy!

~~~~~

To say Katniss is drunk would be an understatement because she is completely hammered.

And it’s all (mostly) Jo’s fault.

They’d just left the office after a cruddy week when Jo suggested that they should do some sightseeing. Katniss had huffed at the idea, feet sore from her horrible choice of shoes for the day.

“We’re in Florida for the summer. Shouldn’t we at least see what it has to offer?” Jo had asked, hopping into Katniss’s rental before she had a chance to protest.

Although, sightseeing actually turned into bar hopping, and that led to three horrible decisions. One, she allowed Jo to pick out the bars they went to, which, to be fair, the first two weren’t that bad. Maybe only a little questionable around the edges. Two, she can’t remember where they parked, but Jo unhelpfully remembers parking next to a pink convertible that has probably long since driven off. And three, she is still wearing these horrible goddamn shoes.

Although, the throbbing is a little numb now that they are at their fourth bar, throwing back their fifth round of shots of tequila—Katniss shudders a little as the alcohol travels down to her stomach, the aftertaste sticking and burning the back of her throat.

“Listen,” Jo slurs, slamming her shot glass down onto the table. “I’ve heard of this place that does sex yoga.”

Katniss wrinkles her nose. “You mean tantric yoga?”

“Whatever.” Jo waves her hand in a flippant gesture. “But I overheard that the class is orgasmic and the instructor is really good at what he does. I think it’d fix that little dry spell of yours.”

“I’m not going through a dry spell,” she grumbles.

“Oh, really?” Jo drawls lazily. “When was the last time you got laid?”

She decides to ignore the smug look on Jo’s face and changes the subject. “How is this class supposed to fix my dry spell exactly?”

But Jo doesn’t take the bait.

“Answer the question, brainless.”

“God, I don’t know…” Katniss takes a moment to really think about the last time she was with someone, rolling the little shot glass between her fingers as she tries to come up with a viable answer. It’s not like her trusty vibrator hasn’t done a perfectly good job. This is more than she can say about the men she’s been with who never managed to make her orgasm. She’d always have to use her vibrator in the end, anyway… “A year or so. Maybe more.”

Jo purses her lips. “Are you sure your vagina still works?”

Katniss grimaces, nearly falling off of her stool as she glances around the room to see if anyone heard Jo. “Could you not talk about my vagina so loud?” she hisses.

“Vagina, vagina,” Jo echoes petulantly, laughing when Katniss shoves her shoulder.

“I swear, my best friend is a two-year-old,” Katniss grumbles. “Besides, I’ve been managing just fine by myself.”’

Jo cocks an eyebrow. “Vibrators can’t do everything.“

Oh. Well… yes. That’s—

"Okay, how about this?” Jo says, leaning into Katniss a little too heavily. “One of us has to get someone’s number by the end of the night. And whoever doesn’t, goes to this sex yoga class… for the rest of our stay.”

“What?”

Jo merely grins. “For. Three. Months. Deal?”

Again, Katniss wonders how said yoga class is supposed to help with her dry spell, but just to get Jo off of her back (or more specifically, her arm), she says, “Deal.”

Jo takes a long draft from her beer and stands from her seat with all the grace of a baby fawn. “I’m going to win if you keep sitting there, brainless,” she says before she disappears in the direction of the dance floor.

Katniss huffs.

Is she really doing this? She can’t even remember the last time she asked for someone’s number; especially at a bar, no less.

But she decides to give it a shot as she scans the room for potential participants.

She spots a tall guy leaning against the bar top, an amber bottle dangling between two long fingers. And the first thing she can’t help but notice is his blonde curls pulled into a little bun behind his head. Then a wide smile breaks across his face at something the bartender says, and Katniss decides that this is the guy; she’s going to get his number.

Katniss doesn’t even think of the slight possibility that he could turn her down as she finishes the last of her beer. She’s only determined to opt-out of a yoga class that she has no desire to go to.

But she can’t exactly explain what happens next. One moment she’s standing up from her stool, the next, she’s on the floor and the room is spinning.

“Are you okay?” someone asks, and she thinks she answers before she passes out.

~~~~~

Her room is bright when she wakes up, and she groans as the light sends shooting pain through her skull.

And if that isn’t enough—

“Oh good! You’re awake!” Jo says a little too loudly for the hangover Katniss is currently experiencing.

“Jo, please.” she groans. “My head.”

“Right.” Jo comes over and perches on the edge of her bed. “I forget that you’re such a lightweight sometimes, especially after last night.”

“What happened?”

“Well, you tripped over your stool and bumped your head on the table. Thankfully, the man bun guy at the bar was kind enough to carry you to the cab after you passed out.”

Her face bursts into flames, and she drops it down into her pillow in mortification. “Oh my god, that’s so embarrassing.

“Oh come on. You’ve done worse things our freshman year of college,” Jo offers.

That doesn’t make her feel better.

She turns her head to peer up at Jo. “Did I at least win?”

“Nope.” Jo flicks a little card onto the bed with a number scrawled on top. “Her name is Jess.”

Katniss scowls down at the card, not ready to admit defeat. “And how do I know that you didn’t just write down some random number?“

Jo smirks. "Because she’s in my room,” she says. Then she stands up and walks toward the door. “Get that cute butt up, brainless. We’re going shopping for a yoga mat.”

Katniss groans and tugs the sheets over her head.

~~~~~

She’s never placing drunk bets with Jo ever again, Katniss thinks as she splays her hands nervously against her cheap Target yoga mat.

When Jo told her about tantric yoga, the only knowledge she had came from TV series and terrible romcoms. She’d expected a shady studio tucked away in an alley, or beads hanging from the ceiling. But what she found was a studio with large open windows overlooking the white sandy beach, and everything was so… modern—not a single bead in sight. She also didn’t expect the room to be slam-packed.

What’s worse is that her yoga instructor is definitely the guy from the bar. Not to mention, now that she no longer has inebriated shades covering her eyes, the guy is… well, there’s not one word to describe what he is. But holy shit, she was not prepared for the amount of toned, muscled skin on display when he stepped into the room.

She’s definitely getting more use out of her vibrator after this. And again, she can’t figure out why Jo thought this class would help her get laid.

“Okay, everyone,” comes his silky smooth voice over the chatter of the group. “Get on all fours.”

Katniss feels her face heat as she does what he says. This is no time for perverted thoughts.

“Sink the hips back, and begin to draw slow circles.”

Oh god.

Does this guy even listen to himself when he speaks?

“And then rock back and forth.”

There’s no way she can do this for the next three months.

“Now take a deep breath and shift your hips up…”

She’s going to murder Jo.

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supernovanim · 4 years

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Neighbours Part 3

Some people found my stuff and read it! And in celebration of that, here’s the third and final part. It’s a bit longer as I was enjoying writing. In personal news, I still have no job but had an interview this morning that went well. And my driving instructor got Covid so now I have to quarantine. Fun times!

Read Part 1 and Part 2 first

Summary: Dylan annoys you so you decide to torture him for a bit. Then hot stuff happens. The End.

Pairing: Female Reader x Dylan O’Brien

Warnings: Smut. Voyeurism. Actual boning.

Word count: 2,622

Working from home wasn’t as fun as you’d initially hoped. Once you’d got over the novelty of being able to wear whatever you wanted, and decided pyjamas weren’t helpful to productivity, it was pretty much like normal work just with more video calls. You’d set up your home office in a corner of the living room next to the wide doors to the garden. Well away from potential distractions in the kitchen.

Speaking of which, you’d got some messages from Dylan

I’m bored, can I come over?

No, I’m working

Please? I’m so bored. Let me come over, I promise I won’t distract you.

Liar. You’d be a terrible distraction and you know it. I’m sure you can amuse yourself somehow.

You firmly set your phone aside and turned back to your laptop, losing yourself in the project. It wasn’t exactly scintillating, but you got into the flow of writing and didn’t look back up until almost lunchtime.

Now to grab some food. Maybe with a side dish of hot neighbour watching. You looked down at your outfit – as your AC was still bust you’d gone for very short denim cutoffs and a tiny vest top. You genuinely hadn’t worn it to tease Dylan, but there was no harm in having a little fun.

You sidled into the kitchen half hoping he wouldn’t notice, and headed straight for the fridge. No sooner had you got it open and were reaching for some salad when your phone rang.

“Have you finished work now?” Dylan pleaded

You closed the fridge door and looked up at his house, where he was standing wearing basketball shorts and no shirt, looking deliciously dishevelled.

“Not really” you responded sadly “I’ve got time for lunch, then I’ve got a zoom call, and I’m on a deadline”

“How much time for lunch?” he asked contemplatively, one eyebrow raised

“Not enough time for you to come over. Don’t even tempt me, seriously”

“No, no…that’s not what I was thinking, honest” he explained quickly, running one hand through his hair. “But...but maybe we could have a repeat of earlier? That outfit’s great. You look…great”

“Thanks” you grinned “But I’m only wearing it becau-“

Dammit. You were interrupted by another call on your cell.

“I’m really sorry Dylan, I’ve got to take this call it’s work” you blurted out, switching calls and shooting him an apologetic look through the glass.

“Hey Y/N. Sorry for the late notice but we really need to go over some stuff before the video call”. It was your boss, in a pretty typical bit of awful timing.

“Sure. OK, what’s up?” you replied, hoping you didn’t sound too annoyed.

As you lent back against the fridge and listened to your boss go over a million tiny points that really didn’t need to be discussed right now, you looked back up at where Dylan was at his window, rolling your eyes.

He looked irritated. He lent his forehead against the window in exasperation, visibly exhaling. You knew how he felt – bored, annoyed and turned on. You tried to focus on your boss’s voice to distract you from imagining licking the mole below Dylan’s left ear.

You saw him shift his weight a little and open an eye to look at you. A small smile played across his lips as one of his hands moved towards the waistband of his shorts. You frowned – this really wasn’t the time. But his hand kept moving down, until you could see the outline of his fingers palming against the growing bulge in his shorts. He looked back up at you and winked.

“Shit. Oh, sorry Karen I didn’t mean you” you hastily told your boss, turning away from the window “I…um…knocked something over. I’ll need to clean it up – can I call you back?”

“Don’t be long Y/N – this is important!”

You hung up and turned back to look at Dylan. You were seriously annoyed, but he just looked smug. You saw him reach for his cellphone again and ring you back.

“That was completely unacceptable” you snapped “That was my boss! I can’t believe you tried that”

“Oh come on, Y/N. It was just a little fun…you looked bored”

“Just because you don’t have to work right now doesn’t mean I can be available whenever you want me. It’s fucked up Dylan. I’ve got to go ring my boss back – I don’t want to talk to you any more”

And with that you hung up, turning on your heel and marching out of the kitchen without a backward glance. It felt good, for now at least.

_____

You tortured Dylan for two full days, ignoring his messages and calls.

You walked around your kitchen in tiny outfits, purposefully not looking out the window. When it got dark you walked around in just your favourite underwear, licking icecream from a spoon.

You wore your tightest yoga pants and took your mat out by the small pool, pretty certain you could be seen from Dylan’s deck doing downward dog. The crashing sound of someone walking into a sun lounger confirmed this.

You got a delivery of new sex toys and underwear and opened the package on your kitchen counter, holding the large rabbit vibrator up to inspect it thoughtfully. You don’t think you imagined the muffled “goddammit!” that came from next door.

After two days you thought he’d probably got the message. Besides, the vibrator wasn’t really enough. You threw on your favourite short red summer dress, walked into your kitchen and called him back.

He answered on the first ring “Y/N! I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. It won’t happen again, promise”

He appeared at the window looking suitably contrite.

“It better not Dylan. What do you want from me?”

“This isn’t about what I want. It’s about what you want. What would you like me to do? What do you…like?”

“Hmm. Good question. Firstly, I like you with no shirt on”

“Done” he answered quickly, almost dropping the phone in his haste to pull his shirt over his head. You admired the way his lean arm muscles flexed as he reached to catch it.

“Since you asked nicely, I’ll tell you. I like lots of things. I like imagining licking that mole under your left ear”

His hand came up to rub at the spot unconsciously, as his ears turned pink.

“I like being kissed passionately. I like being pressed up against walls and held. I like my neck being sucked on while I grind up against a guy’s thigh.”

He closed his eyes and you heard a low groan

“I like my wrists being pinned above my head. I like my clothes being ripped off. I like my nipples being touched. Um…”

“Go on. Tell me Y/N, tell me what else you like”

You took a deep shaky breath

“I like fingers in me... I like fingers inside me and a mouth on my clit, tasting me. And then I like being fucked really hard – being pressed into mattresses or bent over counters or…”

His eyes shot open and looked at you “God…fuck that sounds so good. Please…please let me do that. Let me come over. I could make you feel so good, the whole neighbourhood would hear you scream my name” his voice was soft and low. “C’mon Y/N, you know you want to”

You ran a hand down the front of your dress slowly, enjoying the way the fabric brushed against your skin. Across the way you saw Dylan’s eyes darken with lust. You felt powerful, reckless, and very, very turned on.

Fuck it. “Alright, but be quick before I change my mind”

You giggled as Dylan scrambled away from the window, almost tripping up in his haste.

“Agh, I’ll only be a minute. Got to put shoes on” he babbled.

“You’ve got 5 minutes to get here before I start without you” you instructed, hanging up the phone and leaving the kitchen.

Just a few minutes later you heard a tap on your front door. Opening it you were confronted with a slightly out of breath Dylan, shirt on inside out.

“That was pretty qui..” you started, but were stopped by his lips meeting yours, backing you up hard against the hallway wall as the door slammed behind him. His body pressed fully against yours as his hands tangled in your hair.

You moaned, parting your lips as he slipped his tongue in between them. You could feel his hard length pressing into your thigh already as he pinned you to the wall. He moved his lips to your neck, sucking gently on a spot just under your ear that made you moan even louder.

“You sound so sexy right now” he murmured against your skin “wonder what other sounds I can get you to make”

His hands moved downwards, lifting your dress and running along your thighs. His long fingers brushed gently against the outside of your underwear, and you felt yourself bucking your hips towards him, desperate for more contact. Slowly he hooked his fingers underneath the waistband and pulled your panties down your legs and off, throwing them to one side.

Kneeling in front of you he lifted your dress and licked his lips slowly, looking up at you.

“You look pretty wet already, Y/N. Been thinking about this?”

You nodded and swallowed hard, too desperate to form full sentences. “Yes. Please”

“Please what?” he smirked

“Please lick me, taste me, fuck me. Anything, just do something please Dylan” you gasped frantically

He smiled and brought his face towards your core, and you felt him delicately lick a stripe across your slit, causing your legs to shake slightly as you lent against the wall.

Placing his hands behind your knees he hooked your legs over his shoulders, positioning himself between them and pressing you up the wall. You ran your hands through his scruffy hair, tugging slightly and eliciting a low sound from him as his mouth returned to pleasuring you. He continued to lick and suck, his tongue quickly moving across your clit as a tingling sensation started to spread across your body. Another moan left your mouth as you felt the warmth pooling in your belly.

Slowly you felt one of his fingers at your entrance, then two, pulsing in and out slowly.

“So, so good. Going to...g-going to” you stuttered, and he sped up his movements, sucking on your clit and twisting his fingers slightly.

“Cum for me Y/N, want your pretty pussy soaking before I fuck you” he growled, the vibrations from his words tipping you over the edge as you came hard, crying out his name, vision blurring.

Carefully he unhooked your legs and stood up, moving his body against yours. You could taste yourself on his lips as he kissed you deeply. It turned you on even more, as you felt your arousal on the inside of your thighs.

Desperately you tugged at the hem of his shirt, wanting to touch him, feel him against you. He pulled it over his head and you placed your hands on his chest, feeling the warm skin under the pads of your fingertips.

He continued to kiss your neck as his fingers fiddled with the buttons on the front of your dress, becoming frustrated. With only two buttons undone he let out an exasperated sigh and tore at the fabric instead, popping the buttons off the front and leaving your bra exposed.

“hey, this is my favourite dress” you scolded, but he distracted you by kissing down the swell of your breasts and pushing the fabric of your bra down.

“I’ll make it up to you, promise. Christ, these are lovely” he sighed, as he attached his lips to one nipple and bit softly. It felt so good, you forgot entirely about the dress and tipped your head back, breathing out in satisfaction.

“Dylan...maybe we should take this to the bedroom”

“Yeah, the problem with that is if I’m not inside you within the next 5 minutes, things are going to get very messy”

You gasped at his words and moved your hands underneath his waistband, gripping his length. He hissed as you moved your thumb across the tip.

His eyes closed as he breathed deeply. “See what I mean – careful now”

“Been thinking about this, Dylan?” you looked at him teasingly. “Been thinking about fucking me?”

“God yes, I’ve not stopped thinking about it since that night you walked into your kitchen in that damn sexy underwear. Can’t stop thinking about it. Pretty much been hard ever since”

“Well maybe we should do something about that then”. And you unbuttoned his shorts and pushed them down slightly, his cock springing free.

You continued to palm him with your hand until he grabbed your wrist “t-told you to be careful, you keep going like that I’m definitely going to ruin your dress”

He raised your wrist above your head and pinned it there with one hand, reaching into the pocket of his shorts with the other and removing a small foil package. He ripped it open with his teeth and rolled the condom down his length, positioning himself at your entrance.

As he slid slowly into you his lips met yours, and you both moaned at the feeling. His length filled you up, pressing against all the sensitive spots on your walls. Once he was fully in he stilled, waiting for you to adjust. You shifted slightly against the wall, letting him hold you up. Once you’d got used to him you nodded, bucking your hips to encourage him to move.

Slowly he slid in and out of you, positioning himself to hit just right. You felt weightless, everything centred on the feeling of his movements as he thrust in and out.

You tangled your hand in his hair and brought your mouth to his ear. “Harder, Dyl”

He groaned and moved faster, slamming your back against the wall though you barely felt the pain. You hooked one leg up around his hip, deepening his access. He was hitting that sweet spot inside you and you felt a tingle begin at your toes and your walls start to clench.

“Fuck, you’re so tight” he choked out, his movements starting to become sloppy “I-I’m so close already”

He snaked a hand between your bodies and found your clit with his thumb, rubbing over the sensitive nub. The coil within you started to tighten again and your toes curled. Oh god, it felt so good and you wanted the feeling to go on forever, but as he bit softly at a spot just below your ear you felt yourself come apart

“Yes, yes, there, god don’t stop Dylan, yes!”

As your walls clenched around him you felt him tense and release, filling the condom and crying your name against your neck. Your combined moans filled the small hallway.

Slowly you came back down to earth and you felt him slip out of you, sighing at the feeling of loss. Your hands tangled in his hair again as he pressed a kiss to your damp forehead.

“That was incredible. So much better than drinking beer on my own. Thanks for letting me come over. Eventually”

“My pleasure” you smirked. “Do you want a drink or something now?”

“Oh no, I’m barely getting started. First I’m going to fuck you over your kitchen counter like I’ve been thinking of for the last few days. Then we might make it to the bedroom”

You smiled “I like the sound of that very much”

“Good to hear” he smiled, as he hooked your legs around his waist and picked you up. “Welcome to the neighbourhood”

THE END

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theficplug · 3 years

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Next Lifetime l Erik Killmonger l

previous chapters : Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 part 4

erik killmonger x black reader

part 5 (18+)

“I love you more than you’ll ever know, but because I love you. You know that we can’t stay like this. They’ll find you before nightfall.” you say Erik as he places kisses to your shoulder and wraps his arms around you tighter.

“2 days ago Shuri and Okoye saw you and they’re not just gonna let that go. Iridia and Tika are going to take you with them. Iridia’s dad has a few connections. They can hide you there until I can put an end to this. We both know there won’t be a 3rd chance, Daka, you know that.” you warn and run his fingers up and down your side to try and soothe you.

“I don’t know if I can do that again. I’ve been without you long enough as it is.. But if that’s what it take. I’mma do it.” he says quietly like the words sit as heavy in his mouth like they do on his heart.

“Well .. Hey. .. You know , you never really told me what you wanted for Christmas. It’ll technically be a few days afterwards but we make our own rules. I remember saying something about wanting to just go away for a bit. Me and you. After this is all over we can just go. Anywhere you wanna go. Maybe somewhere with snow and mountains and a view that just takes your breath away. Maybe Sweden? We’ll drink hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and bust our ass while trying to ski. We can find new art pieces and i’m not sure of how good the food is there but it’s worth a try. We can do it all. Our whole lives ahead of us.” you say, trying to fill the deafening sound of anxiety that hung in the air.

“Sweden? I’ve never been there but my dad used to talk about going there when he was younger. My mama would say that she wants us to go visit the island though. She would always talk about beautiful growing up in Kapolei (hawaii) was. I don’t know why I thought you would say somewhere warm. But going somewhere cold gives me a chance to hold you closer. Kiss all over your lil frozen face. We can even put on all them lil cheesy Christmas songs you like. I bet Sweden aint never heard nobody drunk as hell off of hard apple cider singing Santa Clause Is A Black Man at the top of their lungs. But I don’t know about skiing bae. I’d like to keep my ankle bones intact.” N’Jadaka says laughing.

You put your hand over your eyes before laughing until the point of tears at the fact that of all things he remembers that too. It was one Christmas Eve when he was off duty and back home. Things were different. You knew that things were different between the two of you.

Your center was freshly opened and you had enough trauma shared between your story, the girls at your center, and Erik to need the relief of several drinks. You were holding onto Erik and singing All I Want For Christmas and soon as Santa Clause Is A Black Man came on you giggled and shook your head. Leave it up to your cousin Aaliyah. You were singing at the top of your lungs along with everyone else before holding a mistletoe over E’s head and leaning in . Before his lips could connect with yours you were heaving all of your lil elf shoes. That holiday part was...interesting.

The way that some of the girls who had accepted the invitation to the holiday party laughed when you walked in. You were branded as the cool auntie from then on.

“I can’t believe you remember that. And the way I was still trying to be down to try anal that night and you just said to me “if you don’t drink this water and take your tired self to sleep”....You know I love you more than anything, right?” you reassure him while rolling onto his lap and swaying your hips down onto him.

“I do. Do you know that I love you more than anything. I mean I basically moved heaven and hell to come home to you.” he says to you before trailing his hands up from giving your cheeks a squeeze to your sides to take off your shirt.

You two hadn’t bothered with putting on much clothes after coming home and taking a warm bath to soothe your nerves. So there was nothing more than a blanket separating the two of you .

“Don’t look at me like that.” you whisper to him .

“What you mean?” N’Jadaka asks dipping his hands in between your legs rubbing at you softly and you lean down to capture his lips with yours.

“Looking at me like this is the last you’re going to get to do this. I don’t like that…. This is only the beginning my love. So… give me something to hold me over until you come back. Or better yet, fuck me like you mean it.” you whisper against his lips

“Why don’t you just come with me? We could go and start over.” he suggests

“Daka. You know that we can’t just leave. Things are different now. We have family. I have my girls. I don’t want to live on the run.” your words float in between moans as he begins to scissor his fingers in and out of you and softly massage you with the other while you lean back on your elbows.

“I promise. You’re gonna be alright this time. We’re gonna be just fine. You trust me?”

He nods his head yes before rolling you over onto your stomach and moving your hips up at an angle so that he can dip into you slowly and then all at once.

In the wee hours of the next morning you were standing in the kitchen with Iridia, N’Jadaka, and Tika.

“We still don't really know the hows or the whys. But we don’t need to. You’re our girl and you know that we’d go to hell and back for you if you needed it. And Er- N’Jadaka we know that you may not remember a lot about us now but we got you too.” Tika explains and Iridia nods along while listening to her.

It all still didn’t make sense to all four of you but for some reason life decided to give him a second chance and you wanted to make sure that it was a good one.

He had already told his parents that he would be back in a few days to a week and that he had finally been accepted that job abroad in Wales.

Iri and Tika gave you some time to take alone as they watched you both from the door.

N’Jadaka stood there eyeing you for a second seemingly unsure of the right words to say or what exactly to do.

“See you later , alligator.” you say to him and watch his face break into the sunshine-y smile that was usually hidden under worry lines and pout on his lips in the past.

He didn’t get all of his memory or what happened to him, yet but he remembered you and for now that was enough.

“In a while crocodile.” he says before pulling you into his arms and in for a kiss.

“Alright , alright. Lover boy , the sooner , the better.” Tika reminds you both and you nod before smoothing out his hoodie and sending him on his way before you changed your mind and left with them.

You paced around your home for days trying to keep yourself busy. You cleaned. You went over plans to expand the housing projects. You even tried doing yoga and meditation to help soothe yourself.

2 days later, the knock at your door came as no surprise. You were sitting at the small dining table slowly sipping on the cup of coffee to soothe your nerves.

You look through the peephole to see Okoye, Shuri, 2 of the Dora Milaje, and T’Challa standing shoulder to shoulder while whispering amongst themselves.

“The King himself. Tea or coffee?” you ask as you open the door and they storm in after Okoye.

“Where is he?” Okoye asks as two of the women shoves you back and out of the way with their spears slightly and you set your eyes from them to T’Challa with a raise of an eyebrow.

You accessed the situation and realized that it wouldn’t be wise for you to lose your composure now.

While smoothing out your hair, you turn your attention to T’Challa. “This is still my home and I would ask that you’d hold the same level of respect that I would have for yours.” you warn and sit down at the kitchen table again , sipping slowly on your coffee.

They rip through the home, checking every room for any sign of Erik, leaving nothing in their paths unchecked.

You slide the other cup towards T’Challa and he sits at the table with you before asking Shuri and Okoye to relax.

He takes a look at the cerulean coffee mug and then back at you while tapping his fingers on the table.

“If I were going to kill you T’Challa, I would’ve done it already. You fell asleep in my arms for months. I could’ve done it then. Or have you forgotten me already? Seems like you have been keeping tabs on me. You found me in two days.” you start the uneasy conversation off slowly.

You and T’Challa dated for some time when you met while working on a similar project in the area. E hadn’t told you everything at that point about Wakanda and what happened so you had virtually no idea who T’Challa was. Your relationship with Erik was on the rocks when he left for the army and he was already seeing someone else so you thought that it’d be alright to move forward with yours as well.

After dating for a few months, you and T’Challa both decided that with your conflicting schedules and different life paths that it wouldn’t work out between the two of you and you both decided to end things on good terms. Looking back on it you thought the problem was distance and where you both stood in life, but now you’d say the world is a lot smaller than you thought. You never connected the dots until it was too late. Your heart still belonged to N’Jadaka but T’Challa still had a soft spot for you. He also knew more about you in that short time than a lot of people did.

He chuckles softly and accepts the cup of coffee. He sips the warm drink slowly while eyeing you. The silent conversation spoke loudly as his eyes never left yours.

“How’ve you been?” you ask him cautiously trying to see where the conversation is going to go.

“Uthando (love), I thought that you would’ve outgrown him by now. You know that he’s a prisoner of Wakanda and is a threat to society. Where is he, hmm?” T’Challa questions in that calming tone that he has always had. The honey-tongued, brown eyed devil could talk a starving bear into not attacking.

“I love him, T. I couldn’t have ever outgrown him. I have loved him since we were children and I know he’s not a perfect man. He’s made some horrible choices. Ones that he could never take back. I can’t explain what happened. I don’t even have the words for it to try and explain it to myself. All I can say is that he’s home with me now and we’re trying to build something. He’s not trying to harm anyone.” you plead before leaning up and grabbing his hands in yours gently.

“That’s bullshit. He sure as hell wanted to harm the last time we met.” Shuri retorts from her position by the window.

Okoye tenses up and steps forward while quickly looking from T’Challa to you and back to him.

He nods at her before giving her a small smile and a quiet “it’s alright”. She reluctantly huffs and stands back with her arms crossed.

“And would you have executed your father for the blood he has on his hands. Because his body count is sitting at 2. One for N’Jobu, his brother and one for N’Jadaka , his nephew. Your father was a murderer. His hands were not clean. ” your voice wavers as you try to get her to see things from your perspective.

Shuri let’s out a loud scoff and then a defeated sigh as she stands near the kitchen window and tries to wrap her head around the words leaving your mouth.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. . . I apologize. I’m saying we can sit here and talk about good and bad. The innocent and the evil all night. But at the end of the day we all exist in the grey. We can all just hope that we leave this world better than we found it. T’Challa, Shuri, you can set it right. You can give him the life that he was robbed of. Could you imagine being a confused little boy trying to comfort your father as he took his last breaths? You were allowed to look at your father as a hero, a leader, and you were comforted by hot chocolate at night when you couldn’t sleep and the dreams of one day becoming The Great Black Panther. He had nothing.Wakanda failed him once. I’m asking that you please don’t fail him again. ” you explain while looking him in the eyes.

“He had you… I know you and I know your heart. But I also know Killmonger-” he says before you cut him off.

“YOUR COUSIN. COUSIN. FAMILY. YOUR OWN BLOOD.” you raise your voice as you sit the baby pink mug down and back away from the table.

You take a moment to gather yourself as you turn away from the 3 Wakandans.

“My father did what he had to do.” T’Challa says setting her gaze on you and then back to Okoye whose jaw is clenched so tightly you thought that she’d burst a vein.

“And now so will you. Your father was a coward and his policies were bullshit. But you have the power to do something about it. Shuri, what would you do if it were T’Challa in those shoes. N’Jadaka isn’t perfect. I know that he has done some shameful things. But if you were in his shoes. What would you have done? Wakanda failed him and all I’m asking is for you to set it right. Let us live our lives in peace. You’ll never have to hear a single thing from us again. For fucks sake T. You know that I did what I had to do. When we first met. How did really meet me? Frantic in a diner … After I had just emptied the clip into a father on behalf of a girl that showed up at my center’s doorstep looking like a piece of her soul had been stolen from her that night. We do not exist in the black or white. A lot of us are floating in the grey. I’m not asking you to play God and absolve him of his “sins”. I’m asking you to find some humanity.” You garner and wipe at the tears falling freely on your cheeks and look to all 3 of the faces staring back at you.

Okoye and the other 2 Doras look at you wide eyed before turning their heads to wipe a lone tear from their own eyes.

You drop your arms as T’Challa steps closer and asks for permission to hug you. He embraces you for a moment before grabbing your hands and kissing them gently.

“I will have to confirm this with the council. He reports back to Wakanda every 3 times a year to show the progress he has made. We want to know that he’s doing something with this … second life. . . And I will be expecting an invite to the wedding from you. You have my word." He promises and you nod before hugging him back fully and squeezing him gently.

"But you ca-" Shuri says and T'Challa turns to her and shakes his head.

He lets go of you to walk over and comfort Shuri .

"We can't carry the sins of our father. This has to end with us." He reasons and she nods.

Okoye steps in and walks over to you to get her last message across. "If he does not abide by the promises and plans that you have made… Then, you know that I will not hesitate." She warns as she stands with you eye to eye.

You bare your teeth and square your shoulders as you narrow your gaze. "For him, well, you know neither will I. You have a good day Miss Okoye." You end the conversation and turn to walk towards the door and usher them out.

You lean up to kiss T'Challa's cheek before whispering to him to not be a stranger this time. You even offer to have him and Nakia over for dinner whenever the tension doesn't run so high.

You quickly make it inside of your apartment and drop your shoulders before letting out a small sob. It was a wash of relief and a fleet of happy tears. N'Jadaka was finally able to start over and start over with you.

"Holy shit-"

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after-avenging-hours · 4 years

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Virtue & Valor [2]: Steve x Reader

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You and your husband have the perfect life. Jobs that you love, a happy marriage, an amazing sex life… You couldn’t ask for anything more. But when something unexpected shows up on your front doorstep that completely turns your world upside down, can your relationship survive the fallout? Or will you have to let your feelings go in favor of the greater good? Letting go of the past can be difficult, especially when the future looks so bleak, but maybe you can figure out how to move forward together. You may just make it out to see the other side.

Word Count: 4144

Warnings: Canon typical violence, brief mention of blood, slight hanky panky (not quite at smut level), and shit getting real

A/N: I wasn’t going to post this until a little later, but I’m really eager to know what you all think about it, so here you go!

“Mayday! Mayday! Engine one has been lost and engine two has begun to fail! Does anybody copy?! Hostiles have engaged and we are going down. Last known coordinates are-”

The sound of crunching metal is deafening to your ears. The world tilts and spins. The cross straps of your seat belt are the only thing keeping you in place with each violent jolt and shudder. An explosion of pain in your chest alerts you to the potential threat of a broken rib… or many. When you cough, red splatters against the console in front of you. The last thing you feel is the lick of hot flames against your skin before everything goes black.

You wake with a start, shooting up in bed and clutch at your chest. Your heart is beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings. It pounds against your fingertips and echoes in your ears. Panic holds you in its vice-like grip, making your skin crawl and your lungs tight. Your hands desperately move over your collar and down your chest, searching for any evidence of injury.

“You okay?” the groggy voice makes you jump and whip around defensively. Steve tries to blink the sleepiness from his eyes as he looks you over with concern.

“Steve…” you breathe his name, the tension already lessening just by seeing him there. It’s okay. You’re safe. Your thoughts come in quietly, barely heard over the blood rushing in your ears. You try to slow your rapid breathing, taking in deep lungfuls of air.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, sitting up and pulling your body into his chest.

You seek the comfort of his embrace. Resting your head on his shoulder, you wrap your arms around his thick torso, allowing his warmth to seep into you. “Nightmare,” you whisper in explanation.

He wraps his arms around you and holds you until you’ve stopped shuddering. He whispers soothing words into your ear and gently rubs your back to help you calm down. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asks, wanting to help, but not wanting to force you to talk if you’re not ready.

“I dreamt that I was in a plane crash,” you admit, barely above a whisper. You release a shuddering breath. “Maybe it was just because of that movie we watched, but… it felt so real.” A shiver of dread travels up your spine.

Steve’s arms tighten around you as he pulls your body into his lap. “It’s okay,” he soothes. “It was just a dream. You’re back with me now. Just focus on me.”

You listen to the steady drum of his heart beneath your ear and focus on it until yours slows down to match. Finally, the last of the tension eases out of you, before your body collapses against his.

“Do you want to get up or do you want a glass of water or anything?” Steve asks.

You shake your head, keeping your forehead pressed to his shoulder. “I just want you to hold me.”

“I can do that,” he assures you. After several minutes pass, you begin to doze off. When Steve is pretty sure you’ve fallen back asleep, he carefully lays back against the pillows and pulls the blankets up and over the both of you. He continues to hold you close until you’ve both fallen back asleep.

He wakes up again a few hours later with the first rays of morning beginning to creep in through the curtains. You’re still tucked in close, so he leans his head down and presses his lips to your forehead. “Good morning, Mrs. Rogers,” he wakes you with his rough morning voice.

Your breathing changes with a deep inhale as you begin to shift against him. “Already?” you protest blearily.

His chuckle makes you bounce against his chest. “I’m afraid so.”

You release a pouty groan, but move to sit up nonetheless.

“You sleep okay?” Steve asks watching as you cover a yawn with your hand.

Your hand drops back to your lap as you give him a curious look over your shoulder. “Yeah, Why?” you counter, noting the concerned look in his eyes.

The concern turns to confusion. “You had a nightmare last night,” he states like he’s trying to jog your memory.

You frown a tilt your head. “I did?” You try to think back, but nothing comes up. “I don’t remember that…”

Steve raises a brow and observes you for a moment before removing the thought from his head. “Probably for the best, then.” He pushes himself up and places a swift peck to your cheek. “We should get up. Don’t want to be late for school.” He stands and performs a quick back stretch before stepping out of the bedroom to get the coffee going.

You spend another minute trying to recall any sort of dream from last night, but when nothing surfaces, you shake the thought away and move to get up and join Steve in the kitchen. “TGIF,” you comment with another yawn.

Steve sends a smile of amusement your way. “You love your job.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t still look forward to Fridays.”

“Doesn’t hurt that Fridays are half days either, I guess,” Steve chuckles.

“No, it certainly does not,” you agree with a grin. Normally Friday afternoons were reserved for teacher and department meetings, but a faculty-wide email had gone out at the end of the day yesterday telling everyone that the meeting had been postponed this week.

You and Steve share another quick breakfast before changing out of your sleepwear and heading out to the school. “Do you ever feel like our life is a little too perfect?” you find yourself asking as you stare out the car window at all the cookie-cutter houses with white picket fences and lush green lawns.

“How do you mean?” Steve asks, keeping his eyes on the road.

You purse your lips as you try to find the best way to speak your thoughts. “I don’t know. It’s just… everything seems so easy, doesn’t it? Every day we wake up, go to work, go back home; wash, rinse, repeat. And yeah, that’s fine and all, but aren’t there supposed to be like little life issues sprinkled in between? We never have issues at work, never have issues with the house or the car. Hell, even our marriage is perfect! Aren’t normal couples supposed to argue over everything? We never have to compromise on what we’re having for dinner or whose turn it is to do laundry, we just do it. And don’t even get me started on the sex!”

That last one makes Steve laugh. “Are you seriously complaining about our sex life?”

“No!” you insist. “But Deborah did make a comment yesterday about how unusual it is that we still go at it like we’ve never left our honeymoon phase. It’s weird, right?”

Steve reaches over to grab your hand, threading his fingers between yours. He lifts your hand up and brings it closer to his face so he can place a kiss to your knuckles. “I think, in this case, it’s better to be the exception rather than the rule.”

You eye him curiously. “But you’ve never thought it was strange?”

He gives you a quick side glance before turning back to the road with a shrug of his shoulder. “I’ve had the thought before, yeah. But then I just think about how lucky we are to be so compatible. It’s a good thing that we don’t have any problems. Our life could be so much worse. Wouldn’t you rather be happy if you were given the option?”

“Yeah…” you agree, looking back out the window. “You’re right. I don’t know why I even brought it up.”

“I mean, if you want me to argue with you, I’m sure I can find ways to piss you off,” Steve sends you a goofy grin.

You laugh and shake your head. “That’s not necessary.”

The school day itself is uneventful. Sometimes you worry that it will be more difficult to wrangle the kids into paying attention on short days, but your classes manage to go smoothly with most students still excited about the martial arts training.

Steve meets you at the locker room doors at the end of the day with a soft smile on his lips and a quick kiss of affection pressed to yours. The two of you stop for a quick lunch at a deli not far from the school before you head home. “How would you like to spend your afternoon, Mrs. Rogers?” Steve asks you as you both step back into the kitchen from the garage.

You release a hum while you think over your options. “I think the bathtub might be calling my name.”

“Oh yeah?” he questions, eyes lighting with interest.

“Care to join me?” you grin suggestively up at him.

His grin matches yours as he wraps an arm around your waist and yanks your body to his. If that’s not enough of an answer for you, then the hungry kiss that follows sure is. His tongue slips into your mouth, his taste mixing with yours and causes a delicious heat to pool between your legs. His hands grip your hips and he starts to walk you backward, through the kitchen and down the hall. You both know the way so instinctively, that you don’t even need to pull apart to see where you’re going. A trail of clothing begins to form in the hallway; your shoes, socks, and yoga pants mixed in with his boots, belt, and jeans.

You’re working the buttons loose on his shirt by the time your feet hit the tile in the bathroom. You let your hands make one quick swipe over his glorious abdominals before pulling your mouth from his with a gasping breath. His lips latch onto your neck before he’s gripping the backs of your thighs and is lifting you up onto the counter for the sink. The cold tile is a startling contrast against your heated core, making you moan.

“Oh god, we could probably take a bath in my underwear, I’m so wet,” you whimper, feeling the clench between your legs as Steve’s hips slot against your spread thighs.

Steve pulls away with a sharp laugh of amusement. “You’re always wet,” he remarks, a slightly prideful tilt to his mouth.

“Well maybe if you were a little less sexy,” you tease.

His eyes flash with want, “I’m a natural aphrodisiac.” Your laughter makes him feel like he’s flying above the clouds. Leaning forward, he places a quick peck to your nose before stepping away to open the faucet for the tub. “You want to light any candles?” he asks, holding his hand under the water to gauge the temperature. Once it’s warm, he flips the switch to close the drain and lets the tub fill up.

“Yeah, I’ll go find the lighter,” you jump down from the counter and make your way passed the trail of clothing back into the kitchen. You riffle around briefly inside the junk drawer, which really can’t be called much of a junk drawer because Steve keeps it impeccably organized, before grabbing the candle lighter.

You begin to head back to the bedroom when you hear a knock on the front door. Diverting course, you head down the opposite side of the hallway. Unlocking the door, you open it partway, making sure to stand mostly behind it to shield your bare legs. You find two people standing out on your front porch, a gorgeous redheaded woman, and an attractive man with dark hair and warm brown eyes.

Both of them look at you in shock. “Val?” they speak in unison.

Your brow furrows and you tilt your head in confusion, “Yes… Can I help you?”

They share a startled look. “We didn’t know you were here. Our intel only told us that Rogers was here,” the woman states.

Her words only confuse you further. “That’s correct. I’m Mrs. Rogers…”

The man begins to choke on his own saliva. “Wait, what?!” he sputters in between coughs.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Val?!” you hear Steve call from deep within the house. “Bath is almost ready. Where’d you go?”

You give the two strangers an odd look, before tilting your head back toward Steve’s direction, “Front door,” you call back.

“Oh… I didn’t realize we were having guests,” Steve states, stepping up behind you and looking over your shoulder at the two outside. “Hello. Is there something my wife and I can help you with?” he asks, not recognizing either of the people standing in front of him.

“Wife? When the hell did you two get married?!” the man asks, still in complete shock.

Steve frowns, hands moving to grasp your hips to pull your back against his chest, his protective instinct kicking in. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think that’s any of your concern.”

“Sam,” the woman reaches a hand out to her companion’s shoulder, giving him a warning look. Her cool gaze then flickers back to the two of you. “I’m sorry for the strange introduction. My name is Natasha Romanoff, this is Sam Wilson. We’re currently looking into a missing persons case, and we were hoping to ask the two of you a few questions.”

You and Steve share a look of concern. “Missing person?” Steve questions. “Is it one of the kids?”

That question seems to catch the woman off guard. “Excuse me?”

“We’re both teachers at the high school,” you explain to her.

She quickly composes herself, “Oh… No, I’m afraid it’s a little more complicated than that. Is there a chance we could come in?”

You and Steve share a look, silently communicating with each other. He jerks his head to the side, indicating for you to go put on a pair of pants before he lets the two of them inside. You move down the hall, quickly grabbing your yoga pants and Steve’s jeans off the floor. You step into the kitchen first, slipping your pants back on and drop the lighter down on the counter. You then make your way to the living room.

“Forgive me for my state of undress. We weren’t exactly expecting company,” you hear Steve. He steps into the living room, hands buttoning up his shirt as the two strangers follow behind. He takes his pants from you with a grateful smile, bending down to place a swift kiss to your temple.

“Please, have a seat,” you gesture for the two to sit on your couch.

After Steve has his pants back on, he pulls you over to the lounge chair, taking a seat and pulling you onto his lap. The two of them give you a strange look, making you slightly uncomfortable. You wonder briefly if you should move to sit somewhere else, but the only other option is the floor.

“Have you both been married long?” Natasha finds herself asking.

You and Steve share a fond smile. “A few years,” he tells her.

She keeps her features fixed despite recognizing the vague response. “And you both teach at the high school?”

You nod, “Yes. Steve teaches art while I teach PE.”

“And how long have you been doing that?”

You purse your lips as you try to think about it. “Gosh, I’m not even sure. It feels like forever,” you laugh briefly.

Steve steps back in, “So, how can we help with your case?”

Natasha has to bite back a smirk recognizing his need to take control and get things moving in the right direction. “Tell me,” she starts, “What do you know about Captain America?”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “You mean the guy that left the Avengers? Not much besides what they’ve been saying on the news. That he walked away from the team and never looked back.” You nod in agreement.

“That’s not exactly what happened. You see, he left on a mission with one of our agents.” Natasha’s eyes flicker to you, looking at you expectantly. When she doesn’t see the reaction she was hoping for, she continues. “The two of them tried to infiltrate a research facility run by the terrorist organization called Hydra. Turns out the intel they had was fake and they’d been lured into a trap. Their plane was shot down before they could make it to the facility. They’ve been missing ever since.”

“That’s horrible,” you mutter quietly. You feel bad for them, but there’s a sort of emotional detachment like you’re not invested in the situation.

You feel Steve sit up a little straighter behind you. “What exactly does this have to do with the two of us?”

Sam releases a frustrated huff, “Steve, you are Captain America.”

You both stiffen in surprise, Steve’s hands tightening at your waist. “What are you talking about? Is this some kind of joke?”

“Sam.” Natasha sends a sharp glare of warning his way. She softens her features before turning back to the both of you. “Look, I understand this may be hard to believe and very confusing, but it seems that you both have completely forgotten who you really are.”

A long, uncomfortable silence stretches out between you all.

“Do you honestly expect us to believe that?” Steve finally asks incredulously.

Sam makes another sound of annoyance. A sense of urgency lines his features as he turns to his partner. “Nat, we’re wasting time. We don’t even know where they are!”

She places a pacifying hand on his shoulder. “And we won’t be able to find them until we get their full cooperation,” she responds to him before turning back to you. “I’m afraid that we really must insist that you listen to what we have to say.”

“What do you mean ‘find us’?” you ask, the confusion plain on your face. “You’re in our home.”

The two of them share another apprehensive look. Natasha releases a long sigh before speaking. “There’s no easy way to say this,” she begins. “But you’re not actually here. We’re not actually here,” she gestures to herself and Sam. “None of this is real. This isn’t the real world. This is a virtual copy.”

“A virtual copy…” Steve repeats with a blank face.

“Did you guys get that from the Matrix?” you ask with a wry smile that’s bordering on amusement.

“We’re being serious,” Sam cuts in.

“No one has the kind of technology required to build a virtual world,” Steve argues. “Let alone the ability to download a human mind into it.”

“Hydra does,” Nat counters. “They’ve been able to digitize the human consciousness since the 70′s.”

You and Steve share a look of doubt.

“When your plane went down,” Sam catches the way Steve’s gaze sharpens and he corrects himself. “When the Quinjet crashed, it took the rest of the Avengers several hours to get to the wreckage. By the time we showed up, there was no sign of Captain America or Agent Valor. The crash was bad. There is no way anyone could have walked away from it. Even the Captain.”

Nat steps back in, “We could only assume that Hydra made it to the crash site first. They moved the bodies to a secure location and we’ve been searching ever since.”

“You’re spinning two very different tales here,” you speak up, barely understanding what they’ve been saying. “What does this plane crash have to do with a virtual copy of the world?”

“As Sam said, the plane crash was horrific. It would have been a miracle if anyone survived, and even if they did, it couldn’t have been without severe injury. When Hydra took the bodies, the only possible way of sustaining the life within would have been to download the consciousness into a virtual world until the body could be repaired.”

“We don’t know where they’re keeping your real bodies,” Sam tells you both.

“Do you realize how crazy you both sound?” you find yourself asking, staring back at them in disbelief.

Nat’s gaze hardens slightly. “Can you honestly tell us that you’ve never once questioned the reality of this world?”

That makes you pause when you remember the conversation that you had with Steve just this morning. Could your life really be so perfect because it was… what? A computer simulation?

“Do you have any proof that can validate the things you’re saying?” Steve asks.

“Our main goal was to establish contact,” Sam responds. “We didn’t know if we would even be able to reach you, let alone that your memory would be wiped.”

That makes you frown, “Our memory is just fine.”

“You’re the one that said you can’t remember how long you’ve been working at the school,” Natasha counters.

“That was just an expression!” you argue back.

“Okay. Then tell us exactly how long you’ve been married. When is your anniversary date?”

You open your mouth to respond immediately, but the words can’t seem to form on your lips. Your brows pinch together as frustration builds inside you. Why can’t you remember your anniversary? “I… I don’t understand,” you falter, glancing back at Steve. He looks just about as lost as you. “But… I can remember our wedding… And our honeymoon…” you protest weakly. You just can’t seem to remember the date.

“Hydra must have planted false memories. They have complete control of your minds. They can do whatever they want,” Natasha explains.

“The two of you aren’t married in the real world,” Sam breaks to you. “It’s fake, just like the rest of this,” he gestures vaguely around the room.

His confession feels like a punch in the gut. “That… that can’t be true,” you whisper brokenly. This seems to shatter everything around you more than anything else they’ve said.

You feel Steve shift beneath you. He lifts your hips enough so he can slide out from under you, leaving you to sit in the chair alone while he stands and moves to the other side of the room. Him physically distancing himself from you shakes you to the core. He can’t honestly believe in the things they’re saying, can he?

He crosses his arms over his chest pins your two guests with a long stare. “The things you’re saying sound impossible,” he starts. “But if, and this is a big if, it’s somehow true… why would Hydra keep us alive? Why not leave us for dead in the plane crash?”

“Hydra has a long history of turning our friends into our enemies,” Natasha replies ominously. “If they can find a use for you, they’ll use you until there’s nothing left.”

“Does this look like we’re getting turned into Hydra terrorists?” you ask, your frustration at this entire situation bleeding through your tone. “We’re high school teachers, for Christ's sake!” You shoot to your feet. “You know what? No,” you swipe your hands through the air. “I don’t have to sit here and listen to this bullshit. Feel free to talk to Steve as much as you want, but I’m done. I’m sorry we can’t help you any further on your missing persons case.” Leaving it at that, you walk out of the living room and down the hall into your bedroom, letting the door slam shut behind you.

You feel a little bit like a sulking teenager, but your entire body is shaking and you just can’t seem to handle what’s going on. You step into the bathroom in your bedroom, frowning when you recall the tub full of water in the other bathroom that’s probably gone cold. “What a waste,” you huff before moving to the sink. You splash a few handfuls of cold water against your face, trying to calm your racing thoughts and bubbling emotions. Resting your hands against the sink, you let out a long sigh and stare at yourself in the mirror. “Why can’t you remember your anniversary?” you ask yourself as if the version looking back would be able to respond. She doesn’t.

“Great… now I’m the one going crazy.” You roll your eyes and then grab a towel to dry your face and hands.

You pace around your bedroom, too wired to sit still. You can hear the conversation continuing out in the living room, but you can’t hear what any of them are saying. You just want Steve to tell them to go away.

None of this makes any sense and the more you try to think about it, the more your head begins to ache. Releasing a groan of discomfort, you make your way to the bed to lie down. You curl up on your side, grabbing Steve’s pillow to clutch to your chest like a teddy bear. You draw a small amount of comfort from his scent, but it’s not the same as having him wrapped around you.

A part of you almost wishes that this whole place really was just a computer simulation. Because maybe then you could just hit a re-do button on this whole day.

Part 3

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All I Want... 25 Days of Christmas Challenge, Day 17

December 18th - Part 2

DeeDee parked in front of her apartment building and Erik pulled up beside her in his rental. He got out first and walked over to her car to help her out.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“A girl could get used to this kind of treatment.”

“Is that right?” He grabbed her briefcase from her. “So, where are we headed?”

DeeDee pointed forward, “This building, Apt B15.”

Erik followed DeeDee as they walked into the building. He looked at the numbers on the doors as they passed them. Even numbers on the left and odds on the right. A quick assessment let him know her apartment was at the end by the other set of entry doors.

As soon as they passed B10, Erik slowed up to let DeeDee pass him. Then he scooped her up in his arms in a basket hold.

“What are you -” DeeDee squealed as she turned and held onto him for dear life.

Erik never broke his stride and kept walking. He laughed as DeeDee buried her face in his neck. “You ok there?”

“You couldn’t just hold my hand again?”

“I mean, I could have. But nah,” He stopped in front of her apartment but did not make a move.

“Erik, you can put me down now. I have to open the door.”

“Do you?” He shifted her in his arms. He gave her two quick squeezes to her side.

“Seriously?” She huffed and let go of him long enough to hand over her keys. “It’s the purple and silver key, Mr. Extra.”

Erik opened the door to her place, and set DeeDee down before they stepped inside and he closed the door.

“Take a look around, I’m gonna freshen up real quick before we go.” DeeDee took off her heels and walked towards her room.

“Sure thing. And don’t forget, you’re picking where we go. It’s your night.”

She turned back to him, “Ummm no. I am sure there are places that you want to go to since you are back. Pick one.”

“Little Miss DeeDee.”

“Ewww, not you combining names like that.” She walked up to him and poked him in the chest. “Why are you so difficult?”

“How am I being difficult? I want to go where you want to go.”

“What happened to what the lady wants, she gets.”

Erik’s face fell and DeeDee smirked.

“So, as I was saying, I know there has to be somewhere you want to eat at again.” She pointed a shoe at him. “The first place that comes to your mind is where we’ll go.”

Erik opened and closed his mouth, she had him. DeeDee winked at him and bounced down the hall to her room.

He walked over to her desk and set her laptop case and purse down. He made his way around the living room. The space really spoke to DeeDee and her personality. She had pictures of various floral and nature scenes on the walls interspersed with painted wooden framed photos of her, her family and friends. From the curtains to her furniture accents, if he didn’t know purple was her favorite color, her living room alone gave it away. All the pillows on her gray couch were various shades of it.

Erik unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat down on the couch, “Maybe I should start calling her a purple faerie.”

In the corner off to his left, he saw there was a small little potted tabletop Christmas tree decorated with silver tinsel and 3 simple handmade ornaments. Erik smiled as he looked everything over. In the midst of everything, she still had some time for Christmas spirit.

“Actually, I’m just good with plants, but don’t have space for a big live tree.”

He didn’t realize it said that last part out loud. Erik shivered and turned around at the sound of her voice. It was so nice to hear it in person and not over the phone. It made him feel things, he never thought he would again. And they are attached to the beautiful breath-taking woman standing before him.

DeeDee had changed into a taupe and gray sweater dress. The material hugged her curves in all the right places. In her hands, she had some matching booties.

“So, have you decided where we are going yet?” She asked.

Erik looked at DeeDee, “Uhhh, yeah.” He cleared his throat, “Yeah. Does Miss Carrie still have her spot up the street?”

“You mean, The Juke Joint?”

“That’s the one.” He stood up and walked over to her, “I remember she had some of the best gumbo I have ever had, and her seafood boils were the best, too.”

“Now, her food is good,” she scrunched her face, “but the best?” She leaned on his shoulder to put on her shoes. “Ehhhh.”

“Oh, so Dr. DeeDee cooks?” He held her hand to balance her.

“Thank you. I know how, yes. Do I cook regularly, no.” She straightened up and smoothed out the dress. “I just haven’t had the time but I definitely enjoy cooking when I can.”

“So, will I get a homemade meal before I leave?”

“Of course. Will it be from me, definitely not.” She shook her head and went to the desk to get her purse.

“Wow, ok.” Erik laughed and walked to the door, opening it, “We should probably go, so we can get a good table.”

“Yes, we should.” DeeDee walked past him and handed him the keys.

He locked up and held the keys out to her.

“Good boy.” She patted his hand as she took the keys back.

“Like that?”

“Yop,” she popped the P.

“I see you Little Miss Dr. DeeDee.” He watched her walk in front of him, “I see you.”

DeeDee looked back over her shoulder and switched her hips, “My eyes are up here, Mr. Erik.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t even trying to look at them though.” He directed his fingers, “Gone ahead and turn back around.”

“Mister Erik!” DeeDee squeaked.

“I like the view, so sue me.” He moved his hand again.

Suddenly, DeeDee ran for the door. He followed after her. “Girl, if you don’t -” He slowed down and watched her ass. “THANK YOU!” He yelled after her.

Erik roared with laughter, when DeeDee flipped him off as she dipped out the door.

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The parking lot was full when they arrived at The Juke Joint. They walked in and were immediately seated at a booth. Erik waited as DeeDee slid in first, then followed after her.

As they looked at their menus, they heard a loud sound come from the back of the restaurant.

“Where is my baby?” A loud boisterous voice made its way closer to them, “I heard he was here.”

Erik tried to hide his laughter while DeeDee looked up in alarm.

“Oh my god, this woman.” She lowered her eyes to the table.

“Erik! Boy, where are you hiding?” Shuffling could be heard down the aisle. “Ooooh, there he go.”

DeeDee watched Erik as the voice approached their table. An older woman with silver grey hair in a long ponytail and hair net stood in front of them. Her blue and white gingham dress was covered by a white apron that read ‘Mama’s House.’ He slid out of the booth, stood up and pulled down his jacket.

“Ooooh, lemme get a look at you. All sharp in a suit. And your hair. I remember when you couldn’t even grow a beard and wore that awful mini fro.” She looked him up and down, “This grown ass man standing in front of me. You look good baby.”

“Thank you ma’am.”

“Now now, you know it’s Miss Carrie. You ain’t been gone but a minute, but you still one of my babies. Now, give me a hug.”

“Yes, Miss Carrie.” He leaned over and engulfed the much smaller woman in a hug.

“Lord, I always knew you would grow up to be something spectacular.” She shook her head and mumbled, “If I was a few years younger.”

Erik laughed while DeeDee groaned from her seat at the table.

Miss Carrie looked at her, “DeeDee? Girl, why you so quiet?”

“I didn’t want to interrupt you, ma’am.” DeeDee slid out of the booth and hugged her.

“So, you just gonna let me run on about this man and not speak. I know I taught you better.”

“Hi Mama. And I didn’t even know you knew him.”

“Knew him. This boy practically lived here when he was at Southern.” Miss Carrie watched her, “But how do you know him?”

“I, uh --” DeeDee wrung her hands in front of her.

“We met through Quis, Miss Carrie.” Erik interjected.

“Oh yeah, that’s right. Quis is your doctor mentor. Okay then.” She waved them both to take a seat. “Still doesn’t explain how my great-grandbaby can’t talk to me.”

“Your what?” Erik looked over at DeeDee.

“Yeah, DeeDee’s my oldest son’s only boy’s oldest daughter. The one child I have a relationship with.”

DeeDee sighed and put her elbows on the table. A quick chirp from Miss Carrie and she pulled her arms down into her lap.

“I did not know that Miss Carrie.” He eyed DeeDee, “But you know she was telling me earlier that your gumbo isn’t the best.”

“She said what now? Boy, everything this girl knows how to make, she learned from me.” She glared at DeeDee and pulled out her spoon, “You ain’t too old to get my spoon neither. Don’t play with me.”

DeeDee kicked him under the table and scooted away. Erik winced and leaned over to rub his shin while laughing.

“I hate you.” She mouthed to him.

“No, you don’t.” He mouthed back and winked at her. “Mama, can we have two bowls of your famous gumbo.”

“Of course, baby. You want your mix, too?”

“Your sweet tea and lemonade? Yes ma’am.” His eyes lit up. “It’s been years since I’ve had it.”

“Great. I will be handling your table myself since you are my special guest.” She picked up their menus, “And I should put DeeDee in the kitchen for talking that mess. Better be glad you on date.”

“Mama!”

“Nah, girl. I see your dress and we know you live in them yoga pant things. This is a date and I’m happy for ya.” Miss Carrie smiled at Erik, “You did good, girl. Real good.”

When Miss Carrie left the table, Erik scooted closer to DeeDee. She pushed him away.

DeeDee crossed her arms, “I didn’t know the good Doctor was a snitch.” She huffed.

“Snitch??? Who talks shit about their grandma, no great-grandma’s gumbo recipe? I’m surprised you didn’t get popped with that spoon.” He laughed, “You would have deserved that.”

“Shut up. And look, if I knew she named the Stevens lemonade after you, I wouldn’t have said anything.”

“Wait, she named it after me?” Erik looked at the drink menu and smiled. “I knew I loved that woman.”

“You gotta tell me about how you know her because apparently I know more about you than I really thought.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, she talked a lot during those cooking lessons.”

“What did she tell you about me?”

“Mama always talked about this lonely boy with a huge appetite. He came down south to learn about his mother’s family after his parents passed away.” DeeDee’s voice faded away.

“No, it’s ok. It’s true.” He looked at her, “I found this place after connecting with my dad’s side of the family. It was a lot to take in, finding out I was royalty and stuff. Like real royal lineage.”

Miss Carrie quietly slipped the drinks on the table and winked at DeeDee.

“I was just walking down the highway and spotted it. Mama came and sat with me. I poured my heart out to her that day.” He grinned, “Actually, she was the first person I told after I found out.”

“Wow. And then you became regular here?”

“Yeah, I was here at least 3 times a week. I have tried everything on her entire menu. In fact, I am sure that I may have helped create a few items.”

“You did.” Miss Carrie arrived with big bowls of gumbo. She set them down along with some hush puppies and with a medium clay pot. “Here’s your rice, baby. I loved this idea you had of keeping a separate container to control how much people want.”

“Thank you, Mama.” He said. “I’m glad I could help out in any way.” He immediately dug into the gumbo.

“I know another way you can help me out.”

Erik cleaned his mouth with a napkin and laid his spoon in the bowl. “Ma’am?”

“Take care of this girl.”

“Mama…”

Erik looked at DeeDee as he answered, “It would be my pleasure.”

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shelby-love · 4 years

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JAY HALSTEAD

Stalked.

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: angsty

Authors note: Y/S1/N (your older sisters name), Y/S2/N (your younger sisters name)

"Your labs came back negative... I'll make sure to get you discharged immediately." You stand next to your patients bed, scrolling through his charts and scanning the monitor.

The man that lied on his bed looked lost and confused. He came in today saying that he was experiencing sharp pain in his stomach. He kept telling you he was in pain although there weren't any possible medical explanations for what he was feeling.

You consulted with Dr. Charles and you decided to discharge him.

"No...no, no, no, no. You have to do them again! Please..." His body jumped and his rough hand found your wrist. Your eyes opened wide as you snatched your hand away immediately. "I...I don't feel so good."

You watched him carefully. This wasn't the first time he forcefully grabbed you.

You almost reported him several different times but you decided against it because now you were getting rid of him. That man was sick in his head.

"Doris make sure to change the dressing on his shoulder then send him off after that." You hand the tablet to the nurse who does as you say and then you walk out.

"Tough one huh?" Dr. Charles leaned against the desk as you typed your password into the computer to access your doctors ID.

"Is it wierd if I say that I was afraid to treat that man?" A big tortured sigh escapes your mouth. "I didn't let that affect my professional judgement but still...it was horrible."

"I believe ya." He replied and stole a glance at the trauma room your freak patient was in. "I mean... He comes in with stomach pain, then he requests to be under your care specifically and after all of that...when you want to discharge him the first time suddenly there's blood pouring out of his shoulder by accident." You nod your head in agreement. "I can confirm something. You...you're not crazy. He's the one who's crazy."

His words left an uneasy feeling settle over you.

***

"Hey girls," You sing into your phone. It's 8 P.M. and your shift just ended. "What do you two want to eat? I can stop by Manny's and get us some food."

Your two sisters agrue about what to eat and whilst they're doing that you get into your car and buckle up. You then fix your rear-view mirror and notice something really odd. There's a blue sports car parked not to far away from your car. The car looks really exotic. So exotic it just doesn't blend with the other cars around yours.

"What the..." You watch closely. A man in a black hoodie is sitting in the car. The whole car is lit up like a soccer field at night and that freaks you out. This parking lot is for Chicago Med workers only. "Who's car is that?"

"What did you say Y/N??" Your sisters screech pulled you back into reality.

"Nothing." You reply quickly and take the phone in your hand. "I just though I saw something."

"Girl you spend way to much time with Jay and now you're starting to sound just like him." Your two manic sisters giggle. "Where is Jay anyway? He hasn't stopped by much lately."

You wonder off to sad places after what she said. "He's been busy." He hasn't been home much at all. Usually he always picks you up from work and drops you off at work too.

After they start to gush over you two you decide to hang up and go to Manny's whether they want to eat there or not.

***

"I'm home!" You voice as soon as you enter the house. You recognize your younger sisters footsteps as she marches down the stairs like a champion.

She snatches the food out of your arms and runs towards the dining room. "You're welcome by the way!"

You kick off your shoes and hang the car keys onto the key holder. When you make your way in the dining room you notice your other sister. She's stiff like a statue with eyes glued to the window. You poke her head, "What's up with you?"

"She's been looking out of the window like a hwak for God knows how long," Y/S2/N says while munching her sandwich.

"Because I've never seen that car before," She defends herself. You stand behind her and look out of the window yourself.

The blue sports car.

"Like that car is too exotic to be owned by someone from this neighbourhood." Your sister continues to blabber. "I just wanna see who the person is."

"Did you see someone come out?" You ask and sit down, slowly you start sinking in your chair.

"No I didn't, oh my God people that's why I'm looking!" She swings her arms in the air.

"Stalking." Y/S2/N coughs into her shoulder.

They giggle for a little bit but you're confused and scared. Jay always told you to be careful when you see the same car wherever you are. You could he paranoid but he always said that its better to be save than sorry.

You shake your head and dismiss the red flags.

"Pass me the food would you?"

***

You stand in front of the window. You hear your siblings making popcorn for your movie marathon in the kitchen.

You still feel uneasy.

Y/S1/N dropped the subject of the blue car but still looks out of the window herself a few times but you took her spot as a permanent watchman.

Your heartbeat spikes up drastically when you see the lights in the car turn on and reveal a masked man. You're reminded of the parking lot and your blood runs cold.

The car moves until its directly across the road.

You check if your windows are all locked.

***

"Did you close the window Y/S2/N?" Your sister asks casually. The three of you are sat and cuddled on your giant sofa.

"It's hot in Chicago for the first time ever, let the breeze in." She replied and stuffed her mouth with popcorn once again.

"More like let the burglars in," You couldn't laugh with them at the jokes they kept throwing. The odd feeling in the pit of your stomach just wouldn't go away.

"I'm cold." You announce and stand up. They don't bother to stop you from going upstairs so you slowly make your way up the stairs.

You walk slowly, almost tip toeing, with your breathing leveled and controlled and nervous sweat breaking out everywhere. Your instinct told you to run, call Jay, ask him to come, but you decided you were paranoid and walked in regardless. No sooner had you hit the light switch did a man grab you and you went tumbling down the flight of stairs.

There was a man standing in front of you. You couldn't make out his face, as he was completely unknown to you.

Unknown until he took the hood of his head. You screamed and tried to get away but he grabbed your ankle and yanked you towards him. By the time he fought you into his arms your two sisters stood in front of you with a phone and a number typed into it. Jay's number.

Your pajama top was ripped but it still somehow hung onto your torso like a loyal soldier.

"Drop the phone or she dies!" He yelled and pressed a knife to your throat. Your sisters shook with fear but after seeing you nod with tears in your eyes they did as they were told.

"Gavin please let me go," You begged but he didn't have any of it.

"No! Do not try to get into my pants now doc. You had your shot!" He yelled into your ear and pressed your back into his harder.

"Gavin please... We can talk about it..I-I can look at your charts again. Help you feel better." You wince as you feel the sharpness of the blade against your neck.

"I wanted to do so much to you..." He whispered, "After you helped me feel better I was going to please you to return the favor... But you did nothing!" He smashed your body against the pastel colored wall but didn't let you sink to the ground. "Nothing!!"

And that's when he did it. When he pressed the knife into you three times. Only the third time he did it and your sisters jumped on him did he notice what was going on. He dropped the knife to the ground and ran.

"Y/S2/N CALL JAY NOW!" The oldest sister after you screamed. She dropped to the ground with you and took her shirt off. She pressed it against your bleeding belly in hopes of calming down the stream of blood that was coming out of three different holes.

You felt dizzy. Your stomach burned and you slowly felt numb all over but you were still able to hear yours sisters sad cries. "C'mon Jay hurry up... Y/N please stay awake."

You lost count of time. You didn't know if you were just stabbed or if you were awake for hours with a bleeding belly.

Commotion builds up in the small neighbourhood. You make out the sounds. Police.

"Chicago PD where is he?" Voight asked your younger sister who managed to choke out that he ran away.

"Y/N? Y/N!!" Now you really felt numb to voices. But fortunately, the last thing you're ever going to be numb for is Jay Halstead. "Jesus Christ Y/N baby are you okay? Y/S1/N? It's okay don't worry I got you now..I got you."

Then you blacked out.

***

"Hey... Go easy." Jay had his strong arm wrapped behind your back as he fixed your pillow so you can lean against it and sit up.

Your whole stomach was bandaged, you had bruises all over your body and somehow you still managed to break a finger.

"How are you feeling?" Jay grabbed your healthy hand in his own two and kissed it countless times.

"Like I just came back from yoga class," Your soary laugh lit up the room.

"I'm happy your humor didn't go away." You can see the gloss in his eyes. He really really was afraid that he lost you.

"Jay..." You were cut of with an emotional kiss. Jay leaned towards you so quickly you didn't have time to process it. You cup his small subtle beard covered chin and return the kiss with just as much emotion.

You tried to push away the bad thoughts and memories from what happened. You wanted to forget it all and the first step forgetting is being able to laugh and joke about it.

And that's what you are going to do.

With Jay.

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a-monsters-love · 4 years

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Spice

[Master List]

Art credit goes to: @ianterweb -- [Original Post]

Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: swearing (obvi it’s Bakugo), blood, a drop of gore (not in a stomach churning way), toy guns, implied pining, spoilers if you haven’t watch season 4, mentioned of death, Slow Burn

Genre: angst, fluff, combat

Word count: 12k

Time Line: I extended the timeline around between the provisional licensing exam and the work study program, part of me doesn’t think irl they’d just thrown out of the frying pan and into the fire.

A/N / Inspiration: So I rewatched ATLA and honestly I really wanted a Ty Lee styled reader for this, like just upbeat and positive but irl she’s got demons. Also I fully believe Ty Lee could kick Bakugo’s ass, no one can change my mind. I firmly believe he needs an S/o who can just whoop his ass, part of me thinks that’s the only way he’d ever accept a crush or a relationship.

*So like, if (y/n) fought like Ty Lee who uses Tai Chi and Dim Mak (loosely translates to “Touch of Death” but we know it as chi blocking)

*All Tai Chi and Yoga pose names I fully researched

*don’t @ me for this but because their classes only carry 20 students I’m sacrificing our sweet boy Rikido Sato (code name: Sugarman) b/c I haven’t seen enough of his character to know how to write him :L #TheProverbialSacrificialGoat

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/N/N) = Your Nickname

(L/N) = Last Name

(H/C) = Hair Color

(S/C) = Skin Color

(E/C) = Eye Color

(H/L) = Home Land i.e country of origin

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“Listen up.” Aizawa Sensei announced to the class dropping a book on his podium, gathering the classes attention he lazily sighs before speaking again. “As you’ve all noticed we still have an empty seat in the back of the class,” He points his hand in the general direction. “Moving forward, I have to introduce you to a new student to the class.” On cue the classroom door slides open, you walk in calmly despite your excitement. Your (H/C) hair is pulled up into a neat bun with your bangs clipped to the side, the only addition to your uniform being a pair of half palmed white gloves, you can feel everyone’s eyes scanning over you as you waltz in. “This is (L/N) (Y/N), I’ll let her introduce herself.” He finished as he stepped into his sleeping bag.

You glanced over at your new teacher, quickly understanding what kind of person he is before looking back at the class. “Hello, please feel free to call me (Y/N/N).” You giggle softly, “I just moved to Japan from (H/L) and it’s my understanding you guys have been together for sometime so I‘ll be in your care.” You smiled sweetly and gave a delicate bow.

“You’ll be sitting behind Koda,” He pointed to the obvious empty seat, “Between Ochaco and Shoto.” Aizawa Sensei made little effort to discern the two. “(Y/N) has already been moved into the dorms so I expect everyone to do their part in helping her get settled.”

You only smiled as you made your way to your desk, shaking hands and giving polite greeting to your new desk mates. The girl beside you made quick work of making friends with you, the boy in front of you was extremely shy but made his own effort to wave back at you. You listened in on the class as the morning babble began, whispers in curiosity and a few waves and smile. You can feel a creepy gaze that made your skin crawl and heard a single but loud tongue click. “Another extra.” You heard him groan, the comment only made you snort a bit before the lecture started.

You took color coded notes based off theme and what you decided or Aizawa Sensei said was important. Ochaco whispered about how cute your notes are causing you to whisper and explain why you did it. You noticed the way Shoto listened in on your organization explanation when you silently offered him a red and green pen. He took them both gratefully and confused at your action before deciding to make his own version of you system. When first period was over your desk was swarmed by your new classmates.

You smiled brightly as they all introduced themselves when a boy, who introduced himself as Iida, tried to dispel the mob. “No-no it’s okay, we have plenty of time to get acquainted anyway.” You reassured him bashfully as the slimy kid, who introduced himself as Mineta, got a little too close for comfort. You took great pleasure in watching the pink girl grab him by the ankle and drop him in the trash.

It was then that you heard a soft and almost awkward voice, “Can I ask what your quirk is?” Asked the green haired boy, Izuku is what someone called him.

“Of course!” You beamed, his clear anxiety from the question washes away as he pulled out a beat up notebook. “My quirk is called Molecular Regeneration, so basically Healing+, from what Aizawa-Sensei explained to me this morning I’ll be able to fully show everyone during gym.” You scanned over the group and motioned for Denki to come over. “I can heal little things like this pimple-“ You removed a glove and tapped his skin, fading the pimple away. “To great wounds, within reason of course. I have to eat a ton of food for the carbs, fats, proteins and all the extra good stuff if I use my quirk excessively but it’s a trade off I’m happy to make.” You put your glove back on and rubbed the back of your neck as you watched Izuku beam and start spiraling as he took notes. One of the other students explained that he does that often.

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During gym everyone was paired up to fight, for practical and strategical purposes. Everyone gasped when Aizawa paired you up with Bakugo, saying it was cruel and you were new. You giggled at their concern, knowing full well that you could and have taken the blunt of an actual bomb and come out fine. Well fine-ish. “I paired them up purposely because I know he’ll be able to go all out and she’ll be fine.” He droned at his gaping students.

Each pair took turns, you watched everyone fight, analyzing their fighting styles noting where they went wrong. Your mother was a trained martial artist so you learned at a young age to do this. When your turn arrived you were excited to finally get up. You decided to take off your shoes as the boots you were provided weren’t practical for how you fought. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you’re a girl.” Bakugo hissed.

You just smiled widely, “I’d be insulted if you did.” You chuckled, stretching a bit before getting into the Brush Knee starting position, legs spread slightly with a bent knee, one palm flat towards the ground and the other raised facing the boy. You looked relaxed, which seemed to anger him. As Aizawa blew his whistle he was quick to charge, when he got close you slapped his inner wrist the back of each hand. This pushes his arms to his sides as you twist around him and aggressively push on his spine with your palm causing him to falter forward. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you’re a boy.” You teased at him, the face he made was that of confused rage.

“You think you can beat me with a few slaps?” He chided, earning a laugh from you as he charged again.

“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” You snorted.

His wrists sparked as he aimed to use his quirk on you, “We’ll see about that.” You could almost hear amusement in his voice as he made a circle out of one hand and shot exploding bullets at you. You barely managed to dodge as you pushed yourself into a backhand spring, you confused him when you used your arms to push towards him.

He went to use and exploding hand to punch at you as you jabbed repetitively at his quirk fueled arm. His explosion dissipating as his arm went limp. “I suppose we will.” You beamed close to his face before failing to see the swift kick he struck your side with, easily throwing you from your close proximity. You chuckled a bit with a small cough as you skidded in the distance, didn’t see that coming.

“What the fuck did you do to my arm?” He demanded an answer as you ran back and cartwheeled towards him using the propulsion to jump at him, aiming a leg to kick him from the side. Knowing he’d reflexively block the kick when you were close you used your other foot to kick his chin upwards.

Your kick was successful and satisfying, “Dim Mak, also known as Chi Blocking.” When he regained his stance from your kick you jabbed at his other arm causing it to go limp. You stood beside him as he groveled a bit. “And with that~ I think I win, I don’t think it’s much of a fair fight at this point.” You smiled sweetly at him.

Aizawa whistled again to end the match, you grabbed Bakugo’s wrist shaking the limp limb to Aizawa when you heard a pop, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You quietly warned him still holding his wrist with a smirk but being who he is as a person the hand you held exploded with his quirk.

You heard an audible scream from the class, after the dust dispersed your hand was basically gone. Your radius and ulna bones were cracked and broken poking up from your tattered forearm, blood splattered across both your face and Bakugo’s. All the rage that quelled in his system wiped clean with a guilty and horrified expression, seeing the blood that soaked part of your hair and the mess he created. “Oh fuck, I-“ He started but realized you were still smiling, even as blood dropped down your arm. Aizawa groaned loudly.

“Well, that was… spicy.” You snorted. Within moments the bones started to grow where your hand once was, thick red muscles climbed the bones followed by skin. You were regenerating your hand, you smiled but your gaze was dark as you stared at him. “I told you not to do that.” Using your newly regrown hand you punched him in the side of the face causing him to hit the floor, hard.

“I deserved that one.” He mumbled quietly on the ground, you stood over him smiling smugly.

“Come on, get up and let me fix your arms.” You waved for him to sit up before looking to Aizawa, “I’m leaving early after this for a shower.”

“Please.” He sighed, sending up the next group who were just staring at you in a mix of horror and awe. “We don’t have all day.” Aizawa said.

You sat Bakugo down and sat behind him, almost forcing him to lean his back into your knees and shins. “Alright, Spice, let me fix your nerves.” You removed the glove that didn’t get blow up and pulled at a limp arm, using your quirk to heal the damaged nerves as well as massaging into pressure points to release the tension you forced into his blood stream. He groaned in agony before sighing in relief.

When you were done he rubbed his arms and hands as the prior numbness faded, he looked back at you as you decided to heal the burnt skin on your shoulder and cheek. You smirked when you caught his gaze on you, he ruffled his hair aggressively as he got up and ushered you to follow him. You both needed to head to the dorms to clean up, as you followed behind him you heard him mumble. “I’m sorry.” He earned a chuckle out of you causing him to look back. I just blew up your literal arm to the bones and you were acting like a ray of fucking sunshine, he thought to himself as confusion knitted his brows. “I’m not sure what happened, I didn’t know I could be that lethal.” He admitted almost hissing out the words as if they were painful.

“I’m not mad, Aizawa paired me up with you for that reason.” You shrugged bashfully, “And what happened back there was kinda… mostly my fault..” Your admission seemed to confuse him more. “When I jabbed you’re arms I disrupted your blood flow and by default your quirk. You have a strong one so it essentially grew like an actual bomb and exploded more or less on its own.” He watched you explain, you just hoped he wouldn’t feel too guilty. “Look. If you’re sorry just get me lunch or something, Spice.” You smiled softly at the comment as you finally got to the dorm, making your way to your rooms to grab a change of clothing and then to your respective bathrooms to shower.

Bakugo grumbled over the whole ordeal before settling on the new nickname you’ve given him. Spice. What the fuck is that about, he couldn’t wrap his head around it but he learned quickly that he wouldn’t be able to stop you. You made that clear when you essentially wiped the floor with him, the thought of that made him yell out in frustration. “Stupid girl.” He hissed as he got dressed.

You were waiting for him at the door in a fitted t-shirt and your gym shorts. Flitting through your phone aimlessly, he noticed your usual smile was gone. Replaced with something bored and almost listless, when you noticed him your lips curled at the edges into a soft smile. “Come on, Spice.” You waved for him as you opened the front door.

“Stop calling me that.” He snapped, frustrating that he could tell you wouldn’t.

You snorted with a loud ‘HA’, “Would you prefer Spicy Boy? Blasty? Bomb-dot-com? Oh! What about Limb Remover?”

Bakugo groaned trying to walk faster than you, “No!” He hissed at you, eliciting a hearty laugh from you.

“Spice it is.” You wink as you took lead almost skipping in front of him. He groaned loudly as you joined the rest of your class before gym was over. The two of you bickered back and forth for sometime and you could only laugh at his rising and dwindling frustration. Kirishima joined the conversation, fist bumping the only other person he could imagine withstanding an explosion from Bakugo. You could hear Izuku spiraling behind you and decided to turn a bit to answer his questions. “I’ve never successfully grown other people’s limbs or organs back but I can accelerate growth of, like, hair and finger nails.” You commented to one of his questions. “Though if you’re arm got like cut off cleanly I could potentially reattach it, I imagine it wouldn’t feel the same though.” You scratched at your damp hair that was now down from its bun to dry, your mouth was slanted not quite a frown but it was obvious to anyone that the gears in your head were spinning.

Bakugo just stared at you with half lidded eyes as you spoke, part of him wanted to hiss at Deku to piss off with his nerdy ass research note book. However when you pulled the note book from Izuku’s hands and flitted through it with knitted brows and scold him for the condition of the note book it almost earned you a laugh. Almost. When you asked about the burns on the notebook he was hesitant to answer, “Accidents happen.” Was all he managed, you gave him a raised eyebrow but didn’t pester the topic.

——

At lunch you had lost sight of Bakugo and didn’t think much of it, you were quickly wrangled by the girls of class 1-A as you paid for your meal, they pulled you to a table where you sat with Asui, Ochaco, Shoto, Izuku and Iida. You were quiet listening in on their conversations, providing a comment when needed as you quickly ate your food. You temporarily sated your stomach, knowing you should eat more before your quirk absorbed the contents of your stomach. You got up to put your tray away, running into Bakugo on the way back. “Hey, Spice. I lost you for a minute.” You snickered at him, he just grunted and rolled his eyes. Dragging you back to the lines to get lunch, or in this case a second helping. He didn’t say anything as you waited in line with him, he paid for your meal and made sure you received it before walking off. Waving a lazy hand back at you. “Prideful brat.” You snickered to yourself before rejoining your table.

“What’s all that?” Asui asked.

“Bakugo bought me lunch,” The table gaped at your comment. “As an apology for blowing up my arm.” You said pointedly, “Plus my quirk already started to absorb what I got earlier since I had to regrow a limb.” You half sighed half laughed at the comment. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you guys.” You rubbed your neck, this was a tell for you.

Shoto shrugged, you knew Izuku nerded out on what happened, “We’ve seen scary quirks, yours wasn’t as scary as the situation, kero.” Asui said, Ochaco nodded fervently in agreement.

You sighed in relief and started eating gleefully. This hit the spot, you were grateful to Bakugo even though it was your idea.

——

At the end of the day you followed your class back to the dorms, making quick work to get into your comfy clothes. You wore a short (but not quite cropped) shitty band shirt and a pair of high waisted pajama shorts that were just long enough to keep yourself covered if you stretched. You sat at the bar with a book as you idly watched Momo file through the kitchen. She offered tea which you happily accepted, discussing each of your preferences. You were a big fan of spiced drinks, chai’s more often than not.

Iida made his way to you not too long after with a schedule in hand, it showed everyone’s chores and what days they do them and with whom. He had added you to the schedule, noting that you had been paired with Bakugo on a large handful of occasions. Iida mentioned that you were one of the few who made it clear that you could clearly handle him he decided to rearrange the schedule as such to relieve some stress from your other classmates. You laughed and agreed that it would probably be for the best.

The evening droned on a bit before dinner, you offered to help Izuku and Ochaco in the kitchen since you gave everyone quite the scare earlier. They both happily agreed, you helped out and decided to make a side dish your mom always made at home when you had a bad day. It was simple and it always seemed to cleanse the palate. When you let it simmer you made quick work of pulling out plates to serve at the table, helping Ochaco and Izuku when something started going awry.

When dinner was served and everyone was seated you weren’t sure where to sit until Kirishima dragged you to sit with him, Mina, Denki, Bakugo and Sero. You laughed, figuring you sat with the others at lunch. “Fine, fine, I’ll sit just stop dragging me.” You sat in the middle of the table between Bakugo and Kirishima, who asked loads of questions about your fighting style. “Oh, it’s just Tai Chi.”

“You mean that thing old people do at the crack of dawn?” Denki asked, that’s definitely not what he expected.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, “Yeah, Tai Chi is a form of defensive martial arts that can also be used for meditation.” You ate a bit before continuing. “When used offensively the base principal of it is redirection, our bodies are covered in pressure points that-“ You took a sip of water. “If hit hard enough can fuck up your opponents whole fighting position and quickly turn the tables.”

“You still never explained what you did to my arms.” Bakugo hissed, almost pouting as he ate.

You scoffed, “Yes I did! I told you on the way back to the dorm after you blew up my arm!” You laughed, “I can explain it again if it didn’t make sense, Spice.”

The other boys and Mina snorted at the new nickname, “Please explain,” Sero managed to laugh out.

“Okay. So, the fighting style for that is called Dim Mak, which means ‘Touch of Death’. Essentially I hit all the right pressure points directly to disrupt his blow flow, disabling his arms and quelling his quirk. Well, until the end.” You rubbed your neck bashfully at your mistake. “With Tai Chi you only hit pressure points to redirect, not do damage to the nervous system.”

The other four just laughed, Bakugo just grunted and rolled his eyes as he ate. When they moved to the side dish you made Denki and Sero almost inhaled it. “This is so good, what is it?” Denki asked, knowing you helped in the kitchen.

“Oh, I made that. It’s [Food Name], just comfort food my mom always made for me when I had a bad day. I gave everybody a good scare today so I figured it’s be nice to have.” You shrugged to him nonchalantly, not noticing Bakugo had also made quick work of the dish.

“I’m gonna need seconds of this.” He snorted getting up.

You didn’t say much else while you ate, eating was a reprieve for you. When you finished your dishes you let out a happy sigh. Finally satiated for the day, you leaned over to Bakugo as he finished eating. “You never gave me a chance to thank you for lunch.” You gave him a smile before getting up to clear the table of empty dishes to return to the kitchen.

“Shut up.” He snapped, following your actions as you walked into the kitchen. You hummed at his response, figuring he was too prideful.

“Well, thank you none the less, I would’ve been starved if it weren’t for you.” You snicker, Bakugo just crossed his arms and looked at the time. You heard Mina call for you and ask if you wanted to watch a movie before bed, “Of course!” You call back, “You gonna join us Spice?” Looking back at him with a tired smile.

“No.” He retorted quickly before leaving the kitchen heading towards his dorm, hearing a faint ‘good night’ from you.

You join your new pink friend who loops her arm in yours pulling you to the living room where you sat almost snuggled between her, a pillow and Ochaco. You were cozy enough to fall asleep but every movement either of the girls made roused you. You remembered seeing this movie once, letting you answer a few questions anyone had without spoilers. “Damn,” You mumbled to yourself with a yawn, realizing how tired you actually were. You shook Mina, whispering that you were heading to bed before sliding over the back of the couch. You waved a lazy good night to the others who noticed and headed to your room.

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The next morning you woke to the sun rising and danced across your eye lids, getting a good pop filled stretch before crawling out of the warm comfort of your blankets. Your morning routine was simple, brush your teeth, sort out your hair, wash your face, down a glass of water, make tea, listen to music and practice your morning yoga and tai chi filled exercises. You decided to wear your gym shorts for stretching; not with a creep like Mineta in the house, you thought storing your pajamas. You walk to the patio out front, enjoying the brisk morning air before setting down your tea on the banister. You had your Bluetooth headphones in and placed your phone on the windowsill. You made basic stretches to loosen up before grabbing your ankles as you bent into a full uttanasana, you stretch up pulling your leg to a natarajasana but pulling your foot closer to the back of your head before switching legs. Continuing this for sometime before starting your Tai Chi, ‘fickle habits lead to fickle lives’ your mother mantra played in your mind frustratingly.

Bakugo has always been the ‘first to bed - first to rise’ type of person. In the dorms this gave him more liberties in the morning, as he had a tendency to walk out of his room to the showers in boxers and maybe a t-shirt most mornings. The last thing he was expecting was to see the electric kettle steaming after it’s obvious use. His eyes darted around, listening keenly to the main lobby of the dorm. He didn’t hear anything inside but spotted a phone outside of the building on the windowsill. Bakugo’s sight narrowed in before realizing he was walking towards it to see who the fuck is outside at this hour, or if someone left it outside on accident. He stepped slowly seeing you stretching on the patio, he couldn’t hear anything but he noticed the device was lit up playing music. Holy shit she’s listening to aggressive rap, he thought spotting the song title. The playlist was labeled ‘✨ GOOD MORNING ✨’ he snorted at the idea of that being morning music, the song changed to some classic punk rock song he recognized. He decided to leave you be, he would never admit it but he absolutely took in the sight of you before shuffling to the bathroom to start his own morning routine.

When you finished your morning routine you made haste to grab your uniform and run to the shower. When you got out you saw Bakugo in the kitchen preparing what you assumed was his breakfast. “Good morning, Spice.” You said sweetly.

You just hear a grunt from him when you sat down to dry your hair properly, “Morning.” You hear him quietly mutter, as he brought out a plate with his breakfast. “Dry your hair properly.” He hissed, you snorted and continued working the dampness from your hair.

Once you were satisfied you finished buttoning your uniform top and tying the tie, you left for a moment to return your towel to its home and pull your hair into a bun. Clipping back your mostly dry bangs as you returned to the lobby, “Whatever you made smells great,” You made your way to the kitchen for a second cup of tea. “Want tea?” You asked in passing. He grumbled something but didn’t say no so you made him a glass anyway, letting them steep as you made your way to your room to grab your book bag. When you got back and the tea had settled you placed a glass in front of the seemingly agitated blonde. Making breakfast for yourself and joined him at the table. You ate and flitted through yesterday’s notes.

Bakugo watched you out of the corner of his eye, you were so casual as if you’d been here the whole time. Something about you frustrated him endlessly, he figured he’d be able to narrow it down later. He begrudgingly accepted the tea, it was spicier than he expected. He wondered if this was a jab at him with the shitty nickname you’d bestowed him with.

—

A couple weeks passed quickly as you adjusted to your life at UA, you spent your early mornings with Bakugo before the other lazily made their way to the lobby, class began, then gym, then lunch, more classes, back to the dorms for a mix of homework and playtime with dinner somewhere in the mix.

One weekend you decided to sleep in, which was a mistake as Mina had invited herself into your room and tackled your sleeping form. Eliciting a great squeal from you and you both ended up on floor with a loud *THUD*. “You know. I’m gonna skip the ‘what is wrong with you’ and go straight for the why, Mina.” You groaned, groveling on the floor at her excited stupor.

“We’re going to the mall! Get up! Get dressed!” She was bouncing at you as you slumped upon the floor, calves still on your bed. “Come ooonnn (Y/N/N)!!”

You snorted at her, “Fine, give me 20 minutes.” With that she was gone as fast as she came, you stood and pulled out your casual clothes you now rarely got to wear. Throwing on a pair of high waisted skinny jeans, a fitted white crop top, a thin burnt amber cardigan that went down to your calves, topped with honey brown softly pointed ankle boots. You left your hair loose aside from pulling your bangs upright to clip them back, providing a small bumped look you could live with. You grabbed your small purse that slings across your shoulders only holding your phone and wallet and a pair of round darkly tinted sun glasses before meeting up with the Bakugang. Mina gaped at your outfit excitedly, all four boys on the other hand just stared. “Too much? It’s just casual wear.” You shrugged and offered a soft but awkward smile.

“Shut up, you look great!” Mina snorted, she wore a loose crop top that hung just above the belt line of her skinny jeans, “You have plenty of time to check (Y/N/N) today idiots, let’s go!” She looped her arm with yours and almost dragging you along.

You never cared to much for shopping, you had what you needed and what you liked but you enjoyed spending time with the Bakugang outside of UA. Mina asked you about what your makeup preferences were and you admitted that you knew little regarding the topic. The boys whined to eat, “I’m always game for food.” You snorted, you were being dragged around more than anything anyway.

You all sat around a table in the mall talking about nonsense, eating your respective lunches. They quickly got used to just how much you ate, much to your relief. When lunch was over the six of you ended up in an arcade, you and Denki played a shooting game with the big plastic colorful guns. Denki grabbed the red plastic cabled hand gun leaving you with the bright orange cabled shot gun. You snorted when he thought he had the better gun. “HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT THIS?” He whined as he watched you take shot after shot.

“The keener the eye the better the hero, also my dad was big into hunting back in (H/L).” You chuckled, “Both of my parents are Quirkless so they reveled in what they could.” You quickly beat the game, re-holstering the plastic gun you collect your almost endless stream of tickets. “You can imagine I was a huge surprise for them.” Sero snorted and agreed at your last comment.

You made an abysmal attempt to fold up your tickets when Kirishima pulled you into some game him and Bakugo were playing. You were sure the blonde would get you guys kicked out as he seemed to be intent on destroying the game itself. You laughed loudly at him yelling “DIE!!” And “I’LL KILL YOU!!” At the console. Mina pulled you to play skee-ball next to them, you made for a mediocre game as you couldn’t stop laughing at Bakugo’s video game rage.

You managed though, collecting more tickets and playing another round as Mina, Sero, Denki and you made a bet. The person with the lowest score would have to calm the blonde down. “Game on!” Denki puffed, you smirked cheekily as the challenge began.

After about 5 minutes the four of you were neck in neck with high scores but you fell short of third place. You groaned, collecting your tickets. Mina and Denki wiggled their eyebrows at you and Sero just laughed at your dismay, “Fine!” You laughed, walking over the the blonde on the verge of explosion. “Hey, Spice?” You placed your gloved hand on his shoulder. He snapped at you, scowling at your disruption. “Help me pick out a prize with my tickets?” You didn’t wear your usual smile, your brows knitted, concerned about the potential problem if he blew up the game.

Bakugo could almost breathe fire at you in his rage, but the concerned look you gave him threw him off. He just tossed up his hands and almost growled before crossing his arms letting you usher him to the prize table with a relieved smile. Sero, Mina, Denki and Kirishima were floored; their jaws slack at the ease at which you had simmered him and removed him from the game he almost blew up. They all looked at each other with devious grins as they huddled together.

At the prize table you had to put all your tickets into some machine that counted them out, “Thanks for agreeing to help me.” You smiled up at him as he unraveled the mess of tickets you had. He just grunted and huffed in response, he wasn’t a big talker outside of when he screamed about being the best or when he got mad. When he did talk you could tell he put thought into his words, even when he wasn’t talking to you. When all the tickets were counted out you were directed to the charm section of the prize table. “What do you think?” You pestered him.

He squatted down, eyeing most of the girly charms. He didn’t know what girls liked, he watched you look over the more boyish themed charms. “I don’t know,” He hissed, “What’s the point of this anyway.”

“Making memories.” You smiled into the glass, spotting a charm that caught your eye. “Oh! Can I look at that one?” You asked the staff behind the counter, the pulled out a little bob-omb phone charm. You snickered at it, “How do we feel about this one?” You handed it to him, he just stared at it with knitted brows before scowling at you. “What??”

“It’s a bomb.” He said.

“So are you.” You snorted and rolled your eyes. “I think it’s cute.”

With a over dramatic “TCH.” He handed it back, “Well I guess that’s the one then.” He rolled his own eyes, “Why did you ask for my help if you didn’t need it?”

You handed you ticket stub to the staff and looped the charm onto your phone, “I didn’t know I wouldn’t need your help.” You pushed him back towards the group, “Come on, I think everyone is burnt out on games.”

Before leaving the arcade everyone found a one of those kawaii photo booths. Mina somehow managed to usher everyone in, her and the other three boys pushed you and Bakugo together, you took the standard photos, Kirishima managed to swindle the ‘Glamouroki’ face out of Bakugo for the final ‘funny face’ photo. You, Mina and Denki burst into tears of laughter at the scene, Sero wheezed into the side of the booth. The face was now encapsulated for all of time in the photo booth six sticker sheets. You slipped the photo behind your clear phone case, making sure not to stick it down. “God. We have to keep this forever.” Mina cried out.

“That was solid gold.” You wheezed out wiping your face, Bakugo shouted and hit Kirishimas hardened head when he figured out it was photographed. “Holy shit, that couldn’t have been more perfect.” You panted taking a deep breath.

“Let grab a few drinks before heading home.” Kirishima cried out from his own laughter, you all agreed. Heading to a vending machine on your way out.

——

The next day after finishing weekend homework the bakugang decided to have a movie night. You noticed that Mina and the boys had been pushing you and Bakugo together, not that you minded but you couldn’t pin point why so you shrugged off the thought. It had been decided that the four of them would prepare snack and drinks if you and Bakugo would pick a movie. “Soo- they’re clearly plotting something,” You joked at the blonde as you both dig through his movie collection. “Should we pick a movie they can’t handle as revenge?” This elicited a laugh out of him.

“I didn’t think ‘little miss sunshine and rainbows’ would come up with such a devious idea.” He snorted at you.

“Sunshine and Rainbows only appear after a dark storm.” You smirked while pointing at him.

He laughed, you almost dropped the DVD you were looking at when you heard it. “Oh, this is gonna be great.” The two of you picked the most gruesome and twisted movie you could find in his collection. Putting it in his DVD player before the others returned. You and Bakugo were chuckling at each other, unwittingly it seemed to excite the other four. You and Bakugo sat on his bed as the rest sat choice-fully on the floor. Denki turned off the lights as Mina sorted out snacks so everyone could reach them and passed around drinks.

They movie started fine, easily pulling them in, you stifled laughter. Bakugo was much better at doing that, though he had a smirk plastered onto his face. You adjusted yourself to pulling your knees up to your chest comfortably, to an outside perspective your were preparing for the movie to get more twisted, from Bakugo’s perspective he just noted a smile that curled at your lips behind your hands that rested on your knees. He started to get irritated with how much attention he paid to you. The simple ways you shifted as the movie dragged on, the excitement that built up causing you to bite your bottom lip. He had the urge to smack you and telling you to stop biting your lip. He shook his head at the thought. Nope, nu-uh. These are not thoughts he was ready to have. He forced his attention from you and focused on the movie with knitted brows.

You adjusted again, crossing your legs and grasping your ankles in anticipation. Part of you was totally enthralled in the movie, you love this stuff, the other part was excited for the wicked prank you and Bakugo had setup for your poor unwitting friends. The first scene that got to them came, enticing a loud set of screeches from the four on the floor and you had gasped at the scene jumping a little and then a chuckle at their responses. You looked back at Bakugo who was already looking at you and beamed, “Success.” You whispered at him, he smirked back and nodded before your attention was back on the screen.

By the time the movie was over you firmly believe you traumatized the four, “WHY WOULD YOU PUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT ON.” Mina whisper yelled.

You and Bakugo glanced at each other from where you sat on the bed and laughed softly, “I thought it was a good movie.” You retorted.

“You guys are a bunch of babies, if you want to watch something soft you pick the movie.” Bakugo snorted waving a hand at the movie collection, it was movie night after all.

Denki looked a little brain fried as Mina and Kirishima darted to the movie collection to pick something to quell their pained minds. You laughed again, sliding off the bed as you looked at the time. “It’s getting late, we can afford one more movie but I’m gonna go change.”

You made your way out of Bakugo’s room to yours, you tossed your hair up in a messy bun and threw on a baggy shirt, a pair of shorts and a warm cardigan. Quickly making your way back to his room when you hear bickering. “Don’t you dare, that’s (Y/N/N)’s!” You hear Mina say.

You poke your head in to see her wrangling your phone from Bakugo’s grip, trying to get the photo you slid into your case out. “Oh-ho.” You piped out, “I see, I can’t trust you with my belongings.” You snorted, knowing how he felt about the hilarious photo. You slid in quickly snatching your phone from them both before finding your barely warm spot still on the bed.

Mina huffed in success and Bakugo just crossed his arms, “It’s just a stupid photo.” He grumbled.

“It’s my stupid photo, Spice.” You said, “And if you try to take it again I’ll print large poster versions of it and plaster it to every wall in the school.” You chided at him with an almost evil smirk.

He groaned and Mina turned the lights back off as the next movie played. You felt Bakugo’s knee tap yours, as if it was some silent confirmation of your words. Your smile softened a bit and you glanced at him from the corner of your eye. His scowl still ever present but softer than his usual. Kirishima yawned, causing everyone else to yawn. You cozied yourself in your sweater against the wall as you watched the movie with half lidded eyes. Your shoulders slouched a bit and you ended up leaning you arm into Bakugo, who just stiffened at the action. This kept you awake through the movie, not that you were paying it any attention to it.

Bakugo on the other hand was now wide awake due to your sudden touch into his arm, this is not how he expected things to go. Though your prank was an absolute success, he wasn’t prepared for the aftermath. He was irritated and confused at your current actions, you should be angry at him not leaning into him! Did he want you to be mad at him? He couldn’t think straight.

As soon as the movie ended he ushered everyone out, even you in your sleepy stupor. You and Mina just looped arms and made your way back to the girls side of the building, triple checking that you had your phone.

You knocked out quickly when you got to your room, you had a great weekend. Bakugo didn’t have such luck, he just assumed you showed anger different ways and made a mental list of what to do about it before he had the luxury of sleep.

——

The next morning you were back to your usual routine, however you found you weren’t the first one up. You watched the blonde cook in the kitchen before starting your routine, you got ready to exercise when you decided to disturb him. “Good morning, Spice. Food smells great, as usual.”

You watch his frame stiffen, but grunt as usual, “Morning, (Y/N).” He groaned, maybe he slept on the wrong side of the bed? You thought, continuing your stare at him.

“I’m gonna work out, come grab me if you need anything, okay?” You offered but he just waved you off stiffly. You got to your work out, followed by a shower and drying your hair properly so you didn’t have to listen to Bakugo whine about it. Making your way back to the kitchen to make tea for the both of you. The blonde just stiffened at your presence in the kitchen so you made quick work of the tea, this morning was different though. Bakugo had made breakfast for you too, uh oh. You thought, something must’ve happened. “Are you alright?” You asked staring in surprise, “Not that I’m not elated to try your cooking but-“ You were cut off by him shaking his head and starting to eat.

You watched him for a minute before started to eat as well, holy shit. Was all you could think, “This is really good.” You said softly, smiling as you quickly ate.

He still didn’t say anything, you wondered what snapped in him. You finished quickly and when he was done he collected your dishes. Finishing his cooking in the kitchen after the rice cooker pinged. You flitted through your papers making sure everything was in order for the day when you hear a *thump* beside you. You looked over and it was a larger than average bento, wrapped neatly. You just cocked an eyebrow at it and looked at Bakugo, “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s wrong?” He’s clearly broken this morning. “Are you sick?” He scowled down at you, differently than you’ve seen before. He just let out a frustrated noise at your confused behavior.

You watch him for a moment before anything happens, he just pushes out the chair beside you and sits crossing his arms scowling differently at you. “The last time you were weirdly quiet and gave me lunch as when you blew up my hand...” You lean your head back thinking before it clicks. “Oh my god, is this about the sticker??”

He just groans in frustration, “Obviously! Your probably furious with me!” He hissed, watching your form relax, no smile in sight just concern. “I don’t fucking know!” He threw his hands out.

You put your hand to your face, a chuckle escaped you and turned to a hearty laugh, “Katsuki.” He flinched, that’s the first time you’ve said his name. “I’m not mad, that sticker is just a fucking sticker. I only wanted to keep it because it’s an original. Those photo booths have an option to email the photos, so I have a digital copy.” You pull out your phone and hand it to him. “If you don’t want me to have it to the point of this much guilt or frustration, take it. I won’t fight you, Spice.”

He stared at you in awe, now he just felt like a fucking idiot. His brain was addled with you over some stupid fucking sticker. What is going on with me?? You seemed to agree that he was losing his shit, not that you even knew it was about you. He pushed your phone back towards you and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Don’t worry about it.” Was all he said before he got up to clean, leaving you with both photo and bento. He doesn’t say anything to you for the rest of the morning as he disappears to finish getting ready for school.

——

A few days passed and Kirishima brought up the provisional licensing exams that passed before you transferred in. “He probably would have passed if you were there (Y/N).” Kirishima says in passing. You had asked him how they did the testing in Japan.

You hummed at the comment before looking at the redhead, “I don’t think I could have made him be nice to people.” You shrugged a bit, he only failed because he’s abrasive. “He doesn’t yell at me because I’ve proven I can kick his ass.” The comment makes you both chuckle but Bakugo just shouts out in the distance, you both only laugh harder.

That morning the class found out about the work study program, you weren’t here for the sports festival so your options were more limited. Ochaco wanted to introduce you to GunHead but he wasn’t taking work study students; Aizawa said Amajiki-Senpai would introduce you and Kirishima to Fatgum. The two of you fist bump at the offer knowing full well that your friend harassed the poor kid into it. No one could foresee the events that followed.

You found yourself in a meeting discussing the take down of a Yukuza crime syndicate and the rescue of a small girl named Eri. The details of the situation she was in made your stomach churn. Over the next few days you found yourself hanging out with Kirishima, Ochaco, Asui and Izuku more. You all were brooding over the up coming event, your normal routine didn’t change much but the event pulled the 5 of you together. On movie night Denki decided to bring it up to you and Kirishima, you both just kind of looked at each other before making up some bullshit answer. “Honestly, the work study program is just a lot more than we expected. We were just brooding about it.” Was all you could manage, you rubbed the back of your neck uncomfortably. You hear Bakugo click his tongue at the blatant lie but you couldn’t defend yourself. It was getting harder to wear your usual smile while waiting for a message for the raid.

—

The day of the raid was devastating, even though the raid itself went by a lot faster than you had expected. You rode in the ambulance with Sir Night Eye, keeping him stable until you arrived at the hospital. You can’t regrow other people’s missing organs but you did everything you could, you just sobbed for most of the time. You were lucky you didn’t receive any damages that would have you stuck in the hospital, you helped heal everyone’s wounds to get them out sooner but it was draining. A few hero’s who claimed to be in your debt brought food to you as you ran around the hospital. Forcing you to sit down and eat, you thanked them telling them they didn’t have to but they waved off the comment.

——

A few days later you were sitting, curled up in the corner and arm of a couch, in the common room in the middle of the night, you didn’t want to be stuffed in your room anymore. You felt like your tears dried out, you just sat staring at your phone screen when you heard foot steps from behind. You payed no mind to it as they walked into the kitchen, you’ve been staring at the same page on your phone trying to focus until the other person spoke, “It’s the middle of the night, go to bed dumbass.” You looked up to see Bakugo, he was right but something made tears bubble in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill.

Bakugo had just run down to get a bottle of water when he saw you sitting on the couch, you were just on your phone so he couldn’t understand why you weren’t doing that in your room. After he spoke up he turned to face you, he saw tears in your eyes as they slowly ran down your cheeks. He panicked he’d never admit that, he walked over and squat down in front of you. He didn’t say anything but he just stared up at you with his brows knitted. “S-sorry. Ah-I just, I d-don’t-“ You stuttered and rubbed your eyes furiously.

He clicked his tongue, “Shut up.” He hissed, he hears what ever you were going to say hitch in your throat and you try to stifle your tears. “That’s not- ugh.“ He cut himself off, comforting people wasn’t in the list of things he was good at. Bakugo gets up from were he was squatting and walks back into the kitchen. When he gets back he hands you water bottle and sits down next to you. “Drink.”

Your hands were shaking but you managed to open the bottle and take a sip, Bakugo finally got a glance at the mess behind your hands. Your (E/C) eyes were red and puffy, the skin around them was raw, your nose and cheeks were irritated from being rubbed at. His brows knit further watching you struggle to put the lid back on. He just snatched the lid and puts it back on for you, “T-thanks.” You sputtered at him, “Sorry, I’m a mess aren’t I?” You force our a small chuckle, he only clicks his tongue.

“Stop apologizing when you’ve done nothing wrong!” He whisper yells at you, you nod at him from behind your hands as they made their way back to your face. “Stop that!” He grabbed your wrists causing you to look at him, when he hoped you’d stop abusing your pretty face he let go of your wrists and grabbed your ankles. You almost yelped at the action as he just lifted them up and aggressively scooted closer, dropping your legs over his lap. “What the fuck is so wrong that’s got Little Miss Sunshine in tears?” He hissed at you.

You almost gaped at him, who is this and what have they done with Bakugo?? As soon as you snapped back to reality you wrapped your arms around your thighs, tears still dripping out of your eyes. “I just, I feel like a failure.” You go on to explain the raid, how messed up Kirishima and Tamaki-senpai got and the loss of Sir Night Eye. “I should’ve been able to do more!” You whisper yelled through tears, “My quirk is molecular regeneration for fucks sake!” You dropped your head into your knees, sobbing quietly.

Bakugo had crossed his arms and listened as you explained everything. Kirishima was his best friend sure but even he knows there’s a limit to every quirk. “(Y/N).” You lifted your head to look at him. “You’re not a fucking miracle worker.” He adjusted in his seat, propping an arm up on the back of the couch and leaning his head into his fist, you felt him adjust which made you focus for the first time on his close proximity. You went to say something back but nothing came out, you dropped your chin onto your knees and let the tears stream thinking about what he said. You knew he was right, you used your quirk a ton before Kirishima and Sir Night Eye were even brought out, even the medic staff thanked you greatly for keeping Sir Night Eye stable the whole way to the hospital. “This is a part of working as a Hero.” He grumbled.

You stayed quiet for some time before responding, “I know.” You tilted to the side and leaned into the blonde, your tears slowing. Your head and knees leaned into his chest lightly, you could feel him stiffen at the action. You went to sit up properly when you felt him pull you back roughly, you let out a small ‘oof’ at the action. The whole situation bubbles up in your stomach, causing you to giggle through what’s left of your tears. “If you keep being nice to me I might have to call you Sweets instead of Spice.” You snorted out softly.

You could feel him stifle a chuckle before clicking his tongue, “Shut up!” He growled, “Don’t even think about telling anyone I was soft with you once!”

You chuckle a bit and lift your head to look at him, wiping your face with your shirt. “You really think I’d share such a sappy moment about you? Nuh-uh, this is my memory.” You chuckle a bit and lean back into him, missing the blush that decorated his scowling face. The two of you stayed like that for awhile before he convinced you that you were tired and should go to bed, you groaned and yawned before you begrudgingly agreed.

The next day Bakugo invited told you to go with him to see Kirishima, you agreed a bit reluctantly. He basically dragged you by the wrist the entire way there, you blushed over the action but didn’t argue. When you arrived Bakugo watched you in a bit of confusion as you were basically on a first name basis with the nurses, and older nurse had pulled you into a big hug that elicited a loud whine from you. They laughed and sent the two of you up to the room where Kirishima was. When you opened up the door you found the redhead was wide awake, he offered a bright smile that just made you cry again. Visible panic set in his face and Bakugo dragged you in by the hand to sit next to him, he explained the situation to his friend and the two let you sob. “I heard about everything you did.” Kirishima said, “I get where you’re coming from but you did a lot (Y/N/N). Like a lot-a lot.” He told Bakugo about what he heard from the nurses and Fatgum about your frenzy around the hospital with all the hero’s and officers who were at the raid.

“I’m sorry for getting upset.” You mumbled, “I just feel stupid. I know what I signed up for when I decided to go into the field of Heroism, but this was just a kick to the gut.” You rubbed your temples a bit, “Honestly, having my arm blown up was better than being this unprepared.” You sputtered, this earned a chuckle from the two.

“Dumbass, I told you you’re not a miracle worker!” Bakugo spat and dropping his palm on the top of your head, ruffling your hair aggressively. “Now stop being upset!” He hissed, you and Kirishima laughed at his aggressive ‘kindness’. The three of you talked for awhile, you offered to heal your friend more but he declined saying he’d be out soon anyway. You pouted but understood.

When you left Bakugo was still dragging you by your hand, “Thanks.” You said softly, smiling a bit. “That made me feel better.” You squeezed his hand lightly when he grunted at you. Such a weirdo, you wondered what’s gotten into him lately.

“Shut up.” He shouted, “It’s fucking weird seeing you upset.”

“Is that your version of saying you like seeing me happy?” You sniggered, this only elicited his grip on your hand to tighten. Your chuckles were cut short and you blushed loudly at the situation, he likes seeing me happy? You internally questioned.

After the trip to the hospital you became way too aware of Bakugo’s presence, anytime you bumped into him or happened to be too close your ears burned with blush. You were finally feeling more like yourself and now you felt like a wrench was thrown into your mind. As far as you could tell Mina was (of course) the first to notice. She pulled you into Jiro’s room, causing you to yelp. “Spill it (Y/N/N)!” She put her hands on her hips while wearing a smug grin. Jiro and Ochaco just stared at you two confused.

“What.” You chocked out.

She wiggles her eyebrows, “You’re all blushy with Bakugo! That’s what!” You almost tackled her at the statement.

“DON’T SAY THAT.” You shouted, the other girls were quick to pick up the situation. Mina grabbed your wrists and the other girls started to poke at you, you squealed loudly from being tickled.

All the yelling caused concern in the other dorm-mates who knocked on the door. Momo opened it up revealing herself, Toru and Iida. “(L/N) has a crush on someone! We’re trying to get her to confess the details!” Jiro tittered.

“DON’T LISTEN TO HER. SOMEONE HELP ME.” You cried out from being tickled, Momo ushered Iida to leave and the girls entered the room to poke at you. “NO!” You shouted while laughing.

“Just tell us what happened!” Ochaco teased you finally agreed and huffed for air.

You collapsed on Jiro’s bed, “I was really upset the other night Bakugo basically said he likes seeing me happy and now I’m like- hyperaware of his presence and the things he’s done. I feel like I’m losing my mind!” You whined softly.

“What’s he done?” Momo asked, you sat up and explained what he did after the sticker incident. You absolutely showed them the sticker and told them that he’s the one who’s been making you lunches. Mina explained how you easily calmed him from almost destroying the arcade game, the other girls just gave you the knowing look.

“Girl.” Mina facepalms, trying her hardest not to laugh. “How are you both are so fucking dense?”

You throw your hands up defensively, “I don’t know!” You yell out when there’s another knock at the door.

Jiro gets up to open it, and speak of the devil. “Boy Wonders here.” This elicits an unintelligible shout from you.

“Wha- AGH. Can you stop making her yell.” Bakugo glowered at your friend.

“I don’t think that’s on me, it’s just.… Girl talk.” She retorts with a snicker. He hears you groan in the background and sees a pillow thrown, your face is undeniably blushing.

He puts his hand on the door and leans in over the girl. “(Y/N), stop yelling.” He says sternly, your face drops into the bed as you wave him off. The girls are laughing at the interaction but he just scowls at them and walks off.

“Can someone just bury me already, I’m dying.” You hissed from the bed.

“So, he obviously likes you.” Jiro says walking back.

“Ohmygod. No he doesn’t!” You blurted.

“If he didn’t like you he would’ve told us all to ‘shut the fuck up’ or ‘keep it down’. He made that about you.” Mina jeered at you.

“Bakugo only feels anger!” You laughed, you knew that was a lie but he’d kill you if you said otherwise.

“Maybe he just feels less angry with you?” Ochaco snorted.

“I’ve never seen him be that considerate to anyone, let alone be as nice as you’ve mentioned.” Momo said.

“You’re in denial because you just noticed your feelings for him.” Toru snickered.

Mina laughed and grinned deviously, “If you’re so sure why don’t you ask him?”

“Wh-what? N-NO! I can’t do that!” You stammered, sitting up quickly. “If he liked me he would’ve said something by now! Can any of you imagine him just letting something he wants get away from him?” The girls looked between each other, you were right.

“OH.” Toru piped. “What if we convince him your interested in someone else? If he likes you he’ll do something about it right?” You could hear the implications in her voice.

You frowned deeply, teetering your head back. “That’s... Fair? I guess, but what if he like, tries to interrogate you guys?” You question, the girls smile and usher you out to make a plan.

Over the next several days the girls in passing talk about you and your crush, making sure it comes up in conversation near you and Bakugo. You always blush whenever they do, making sure you get a good jab or pinch in every time.

Bakugo is getting increasingly frustrated, you guys hang out all the time. What was this stupid crush about? Why was he angry about it? Why did he want to confront you over it? This frustration has him blowing up over everything. He’s managed to break pens, pencils, cups, plates, a book, and a few other miscellaneous objects. Denki and Sero try to get you to calm him down but you said he hasn’t talked to you or made the problem apparent so there’s nothing you can do.

“I think this is about your crush.” Denki mentions, which for you was the final straw you snapped, you were so tired of this crush nonsense.

“Denki.” You smile at him your gaze was dark in frustration, he looks over at you. “If I have to hear anything else about that topic I will flip your skin inside out, rub salt on it and throw vinegar at you.” You smile widens evilly. “Got it?” He just nodded furiously and runs off.

You drop your head on the counter where you sat at the kitchen bar, groaning loudly. You feel an aggressive tapping on your shoulder seconds later. You snap in their direction with a scowl, it’s Bakugo. Your expression softens when you’re met by an equal glare, “Come with me. Now.” He commanded, you follow him reluctantly. You weren’t paying much mind but you slowly realized you were heading to the boys dorms, more specifically his room.

You’ve been in there dozens of times, why are you so nervous now? You let out a sigh, trying to calm yourself as you made your way into the room. You sat on the edge of his bed, like you had many times before. “What can I do for you, Spice?” You ask, smiling at his glare.

He started pacing back and forth, he isn’t quite sure why he brought you here. He’s just mad and it has something to do with you. “What is this whole crush nonsense about?”

You froze a bit, “I have a crush on someone and the girls weaseled information out of me.” You rubbed the back of your neck, the statement was pointed, it wasn’t a complete lie.

He just stared at you in disbelief, all your actions proved you were telling the truth. “Who?” He hissed, less asking and more demanding. You looked down at your feet, you didn’t say anything. “Is it Kirishima?” He snapped, I mean it would make sense with how broken up you were with his injuries. You stared at him, squinting your eyes a bit. Giving him the ‘are you serious?’ expression. “Tell me it’s not Denki? Dudes a fucking idiot.”

You laughed out at this comment, “No, dumbass. I’m not that desperate.” You roll your eyes, you watch the gears turn in his head furiously. It’s not clicking. “For fucks sake, Spice. You really can’t figure it out?”

He scowls at you, you just groan and jump from your seat. You walk up, get in his face and grab him by his shirt collar. You pull his face into your for a kiss. It takes a few seconds for him to grab you by your waist and pull you up, kissing deeper. He bit at you lip as if asking to enter your mouth, you comply easily while you wrap you arms around his neck. Your fingers find his hair when you both pull away for air. “You could’ve just said something, dumbass.”

“Oh, I am not the only dumbass here, Sweets.” You snickered at him. A frustrated blush tints his cheeks at the new nickname.

“Don’t call me that.” He snaps pulling you in aggressively for another kiss.

You tug at his hair a bit at the kiss, “Only when we’re alone.” You retort between kisses. “God, I don’t know if I should kill the girls or thank them.” You pant out, he sends you a questioning look. You chuckle a bit, “The whole crush nonsense was their tactic to force us to admit we had feelings for each other.” Bakugo’s face burned with frustration but he found that he was far less frustrated after the aggressive make out session. Your phone pinged with a text from Mina.

Mina:

Are you making out or killing each other? Hurry up it’s movie night!

Received 5:59PM

(Y/N):

Yes

Sent 6:00PM (seen)

(Y/N):

You hurry up we’re already here

Sent 6:00PM (seen)

You removed yourself from his grasp and grabbed his hand. “Come on, let’s pick a movie and pretend fight so they’ll shut up.” He just rolled his eyes and smirked. Not too long after the rest of the Bakusquad (minus Kirishima) made their way to his room, followed by a few of the other curious girls. “You’re so fucking weird why would buy that??”

“It’s a classic! Dumbass, why don’t you have good taste in movies?” He hissed.

“Ooh, excuse me for having my own opinion!” You snapped, it was so hard not to laugh.

“What have we done..” Mina groans.

You both look at the door, “Shut up!” You both hissed in unison, snapping back to face each other.

“Don’t copy me!” You yelled.

“You’re one to talk!” He snorted.

Mina ushered the girls off while her and Sero broke up the fight, little do they know it’s totally fake. Mina picks a LOTR movie at random. “Just sit down and let’s enjoy a movie!” She snapped. You both fake hissed at each other as you sat in your normal spots on his bed, a bit closer than normal.

While the others got caught up in the movie you silently laughed to get it out of your system, Bakugo snorted quietly at the whole situation.

At some point during the movie when you adjusted your sitting to stretch your legs Bakugo decided to lay across your lap. Not like a normal person would with their head in you lap, but on his side. The side of his abdomen pressed down your thighs as he propped him head up on his hand. Elbow pressed into the mattress, he snicker as you readjusted. You didn’t mind as much as he thought you did, you were focused on the movie. You had absentmindedly started to comb your fingers through his hair, causing him to get tired. The movie was about 4 hours long, which ran into the time you and the blonde typically went to sleep. Bakugo had already fallen asleep across your lap, you had crossed your arms and started dozing off.

When the movie was over, Mina, Denki and Sero got up to go get ready for bed. When they turned on the light they all stared at the sight before them, you were sat dozed off peacefully against the wall. Your arms crossed head still slightly upright, one leg out and one leg bent with the foot on the opposing knee. While Bakugo was laying on his chest in your lap with one arm under and wrapped around your bent leg with his face buried into your thigh like it was a pillow. Mina was quick to silence her phone and snap a dozen photos, “Should we wake them?” Sero whispers.

Denki shook his head, “You really want to wake the two scariest people we know?” The other two agree and quickly escape the room and turn the light back off.

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Bakugo woke up in the middle of the night, he was warm and cold in all the wrong places. He rubbed his face into what he quickly realized wasn’t a pillow and shot upright. There you were, totally asleep. Same position as the Bakusquad had left you in, with the softest snores escaping you. He just stared at you in shock before he reaches over for his phone. It’s 2 am, he debates whether to wake you or not. He decided to just scoop you up and lay you down on his bed, there’s no getting out of this one. He gets up to change into his sleepwear and climb back into bed, you were already in comfortable clothing (shorts and a baggy t-shirt). He pulls the covers over you and lays facing the wall with his back to you under the covers.

The sun flickered against your eyelids and woke you as usual in the morning, but something was different this morning. You felt a warm and heavy weight holding you down, when you opened you eyes you realized what’s wrong. You were still in Bakugo’s room, you felt him adjust in his sleep which forced you to assess the situation. He was big spooning you, in his bed, one arm under your neck and the other arm wrapped around your waist, hand under your shirt tucked beside your bare ribs, lightly snoring into your neck where his face was nuzzled. Holy shit, was all your brain could process.

You decided to sneakily grab your phone, double check it was on silent mode and snap a few pictures. You now have dirt on him forever. You attempt to pry yourself from his sleeping grip but the second you manage to sit up right his sleeping form curls around your waist. As cute as this is you wanted to go change and get ready for the day, “Hey, Sweets?” You whine at him, he adjusts in his spot. “Bakugo.” You press further, he grumbled but nothing further. You think for a moment and lean down a bit, “Katsuki.” You say in the most seductive voice you can manage, this quickly pries his eyes open. It takes him a solid 30 seconds to realize the position he’s in, how the fuck did this happen?? He doesn’t quite move as he feels his face heat up. “Good morning. Please free me so I can get ready, I’ve been trying to get you up for like 5 minutes.” You yawned out to him, stretching a bit. When he finally let go he just lazily dropped his face in his pillow that now smelt like you, groaning softly.

You looked back at his figure, frustrated noises escaping him as his neck turned red. You just laughed softly before making your way to get your day started.

Bakugo came down with a few other, later than usual when Mina finally tackled you in the lounge. “You’ll never believe what I got a picture of last night!” She snickered.

You laughed softly, “Oh I have an idea, considering what I got a picture of this morning.” You both laughed at this, “You’re such an ass, why didn’t you wake me up?”

Mina just shows her pictures triumphantly in response, you ask her to send them to you when you show her the pictures you got this morning. Her jaw looked like it was about to fall off when Bakugo sped over to see. “DELETE THAT.”

“Absolutely not.” You locked your phone and hid it away. “You’re so cute when your asleep, so peaceful.” You gushed, Mina was actively losing her marbles at the interaction. “Get over it Spice, you can delete them if you beat me in a fight.” You winked at him, the whole speech burned a blush into his face as he stomped off shouting. “He’s so cute when he’s embarrassed.” You snickered to Mina as you both stood up.

“SHUT UP!” He bellowed out from the kitchen, causing you to laugh harder.

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Date Rape

I had just graduated high school and right before I went off to university I met a young man at the coffee shop. He was good looking and well built and I could tell he probably had a large cock with the way his pants bulged.

I sat at a table adjacent to his and began reading my book. He kept looking over at me and every time I looked up he would act as though he wasn’t looking. He had some extra napkins at his table and so I said “excuse me, but can I have a couple of your extra napkins please.” Of course he was more than happy to hand over all of them.

His name was Jeff and Jeff was just standing in front of me. He was tall at 6 ft. and weighed about 190 lbs. Jeff had strong facial features and strong hands. Me, being the petite thing I am, I was wearing black yoga pants with a white crop top off the shoulder blouse. I was not wearing a bra or panties. My nipple stay hard, all. the. time…so I was poking through my blouse. My eye makeup was dark and my lips a deep wet red that glistened. Of course my mani/pedi was a deep wet red as well.

Jeff never looked me in the eyes, he was transfixed on my ample cleavage as my tits were pouring out of my top. “Would you like to sit down with me” I asked? Jeff didn’t say anything, he just sat down. “I’m Lisa and you are?” “I’m Jeff” he said.” Then we began having a conversation. We talked for an hour and I was really needing to get to the store and he had somewhere he needed to be. “Jeff, would you like to take me out to dinner?” “You bet your ass I would” Jeff said. He immediately apologized and I laughed it off.

I wrote my number on a napkin and told him to call me. That same night, Jeff called me. We talked about school and family, likes and dislikes. He asked me out before we hung up for tomorrow night. I told him to pick the restaurant and let me know; I would meet him there at 8.

I spent a couple of hours getting ready. I had on a LBD a tiny lace black g-string and 5 inch heels. My hair was lightly curled and down. My eyes were again dark and my lips red; my mani/pedi stayed the same.

I met him at the restaurant and gave him a kiss on the cheek. If he plays his cards right there would be more than that at the end. To start with, he was rude to the hostess who sat us and then the server who took our order. Come to find out Jeff had no manners with regards to someone helping us.

I looked at our hostess and server with a look of I’m sorry. We ate and talked but every time someone came over, he was rude. We finished our meal and we got up to leave. I planned on calling a cab but Jeff would not take let me. “I bought you dinner and I am going to take you home” he said. The look in his eyes told me not to argue but to go along.

We small talked on the way to my house. When we arrived, I told him thank you for a lovely evening. I got out of his car and walked up to my door. Lo and behold, Jeff was standing right behind me. “I’m sorry Jeff did I forget something?” “You sure did, I bought you a nice dinner and I am expecting something in return.” I had already unlocked the door, and I expressed to him, what he was thinking was not going to happen tonight or any other night as I did not want to see him again.

I tried to get in my house and lock the door but he was just too strong. He closed the door and locked it behind him, setting both locks. Now I am in my house with a very strong and big man who is going to fuck me and there is nothing I am going to be able to do about it.

A little back story here. My parents passed right after I graduated high school in a car wreck. They were killed instantly or so the police said. So the house I grew up in was mine now and the master bedroom where my parents slept was where I slept and where I was about to be raped.

Jeff took off his jacket, tie, shirt and shoes. He looked me dead in the eye and said “take off your dress!” “Jeff, we don’t have to do this, I don’t want to take off my dress.” Jeff walked over to me, lifted his hand and slapped the holy hell out of me. Jeff slapped me so hard, the slapped knocked me down to the floor.

I began to cry and that is when I noticed the bulge in his pants was ever growing. Jeff liked this, hurting women excited him. I had never experienced this before. I tried to get up but Jeff insisted I stay on the floor, on my knees. “I said, take your dress off.” “Please Jeff, no!” Jeff stood me up again, spun me around, unzipped my dress and pulled it off. “Bitch, I said take the dress off and for disobeying me you get another.” He raised he hand, drew back and slapped me again. Again, he knocked me to the floor.

A strange thing was happening though, my pussy was getting wet. “Get up bitch” Jeff yelled. I did as commanded. “You are nothing more than a cock tease but tonight I am going to fuck you so good you will beg me for more.” I am no cock tease, I just don’t like rude people, but he changed when he came into my house. He wasn’t rude, he was demanding, he was alpha and I was nothing more than relief for him.

I tried explaining to him and apologizing but every time I said anything I got slapped but this time Jeff used the back of his hand. “Get up whore,” Jeff yelled at me. I did as was instructed this time. No back talk from me at all. Jeff grabbed my tits really hard and then pinched the hell out of my nipples. I screamed in pain which seemed to only excite him more. Jeff slapped my tits extremely hard and then he tore my panties off. I stood before him with nothing on but tears and my heels.

Jeff grabbed my hair and yanked my head back and now I am looking up at him. Jeff spit in my face and slapped me again. It was getting harder and harder to stand. While I was down on the floor, Jeff took his pants and underwear off. Now on my knees his cock inches from my face. His cock was perfectly formed and 9 inches long. His cock was also about as thick as my wrist.

“Open slut!” I knew what Jeff wanted, so I opened my mouth, he grabbed my hair and shoved his cock down my throat. I did not gag as I do not have a gag reflex. “I was right, you are a whore slut aren’t you bitch?” All I could do was nod my head as his cock was down my throat.

I was hoping on one hand he would just come in my mouth and leave but on the other I really wanted him to fuck the hell out of me.

Jeff pulled out his cock and instructed me to get on my hands and knees. I did as was told. He got behind me and drove that monster cock deep into my pussy. I was soaking wet by now and he slid in with no resistance. “I knew it, whore. You wanted me to fuck you.” He started pounding my pussy and within 20 minutes I began to squirt all over his luscious cock. I was slamming my pussy back against his cock with every thrust. This seemed to piss him off.

Jeff began slapping my ass hard which only excited me more. I was moaning and screaming, “yes fuck me, fuck me harder. Oh god, slap my ass, slap it harder!” He was doing just that, then something snapped. He pulled his cock out, I turned around expecting him to cum but was met with a hard slap to the face. “I’m sorry,” I said but was met with another slap to the face. “Oh god, yes slap this little slut bitch, make me your whore.” “I got something for you bitch” Jeff said and then spun me back around. Not my first time getting fucked and I knew he was going to ram my ass.

Jeff got behind me, placed the head of his monster against my ass, grabbed my hips and with one smooth move, slammed his cock all the way in my ass. But Jeff didn’t realize I prefer to get fucked in my ass and had already prepared in case he was going to get lucky that night. “Oh yes”, I screamed. “Fuck my ass. Fuck it like you own it baby.” Jeff slapped my ass and hammered home his monster cock.

I came again and came hard. Now it was time for Jeff to cum. Jeff had been at my home for about 2 hours now and it was time to cum and go. I met his thrust and clinched my ass on every stroke and I also talk dirty to him. “Yes baby, fuck this sluts ass.” “I’ve been such a bad girl upsetting you and teasing you.” “You should be treated with more respect sir.” “I am your little piece of ass.” “Oh your cock is so huge.” “Thank you sir for fucking me.” I could feel his cock growing and growing and I knew any minute he would shoot his load.

Jeff pulled his cock out of my ass, spun me around to face him, shoved his cock in my mouth and began shooting his cum in to my mouth. It really tasted good. He was so sweet and it was very thick. He fucked my mouth while shooting his cum. “Swallow it bitch!” I wasn’t sure if he meant his cock deeper or the cum so I took a shot and swallowed his cum.

After he shot his load, he relaxed and let go of my head. Now it was my turn. I milked his cock taking all the cum he had. I cleaned his cock of all cum, his and mine. I left him like he came in. He looked down at me and said, “you really are a good little slut aren’t you?” “Yes sir, yes I am.” He said, “I may come by from time to time to fuck you, would you like that?” “Yes sir, yes I would.” “I may bring a few friends sometimes too, would you like that?” “Yes sir, yes I would.”

He helped me to my feet. I still had my heels on and was a bit unsteady. He pinched my nipples hard again and slapped my tits. He got dressed but would not let me put anything on. Jeff grabbed my hand and walked me to the door. He slapped my ass for good measure and then said “spread your legs slut.” I did as he commanded. I had no idea what was coming next. I spread my legs apart and wide at that. Jeff said, “don’t move.” Jeff then slapped my pussy so hard he lifted me off the floor.

I just winced and let the tears roll down my face. He liked that. Jeff put his arms around me and kissed me as a lover would. He gave my face one more slap for good measure and then opened the door. Jeff opened the door all the way. “Stand here in the doorway, just like this until I get to my car.”

I stood in the doorway of my house, naked except for my heels. My makeup was ruined, my body red and bruising with tears running down my face. Standing there for the world to see, even in the middle of the night, left me feeling vulnerable. I liked it.

Love and Kisses,

Lisa

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stillness-in-green · 4 years

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The Way You Survive Is... (1/4)

Growing up in a cult has more than its fair share of dangers, and that sort of damage has a tendency to travel, especially when no one involved knows how to brake.

Or, Rikiya and the road to the Claustro.

Author’s Note: It took me a long time to realize how massively disturbing Re-Destro’s silly one-off robot suit is on every possible level—as a reminder, it’s called a “burden-enhancing steel pressure mechanism” and namechecks claustrophobia—but when I did, I immediately started brainstorming this story. This first chapter particularly builds on some pre-existing headcanon about Rikiya’s upbringing and the people involved in it, but it’s readable as a stand-alone, and later chapters will feature Rikiya’s canonical inner circle — as well as Shigaraki and Spinner, eventually—much more prominently.

Mind the tags, folks; this one is A Lot.

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Chapter One: The Way the Mind Will Lean

“You’ll do well,” Anchor, Rikiya’s guardian, told him the morning it began, clearing away breakfast. “You’ve been making great progress so far, and Quarter is one of our best.”

Rikiya was newly thirteen and had lived with Anchor for the last few years. A bull heteromorph with an immobilization power, he’d been in the inner circle of Rikiya’s grandfather and had been involved in training Rikiya’s mother as well, and so when Rikiya’s mother had passed, to Anchor’s care Rikiya had gone.

“What’s his meta-ability?” Rikiya asked, to which the old man only shook his head, his horns making the movement heavy and deliberate.

“There’s a process to teaching, and I wouldn’t want to interfere with his. You’ll find out in good time.” Anchor gave Rikiya one of his small, proud smiles. “No need to keep me company for the dishes. Rampart’s waiting.”

Rikiya nodded and took his leave. Rampart, Rikiya’s driver and bodyguard for as long as he could remember, saluted when he came down the steps, but other than the usual pleasantries, it was a quiet drive, out of Anchor’s spacious, secluded neighborhood and towards the center of town.

“Nervous?” Rampart asked eventually, catching his eyes in the rearview mirror.

“A little.” Rikiya smiled, folding his hands together in his lap. “But that’s a good thing, in my case.”

“That’s the spirit,” Rampart replied, returning his attention to the road. Keeping the smile on in case he looked back, Rikiya studied the man’s reflection. His brows had knitted faintly downward and he drummed his fingers on the wheel—one of his nervous habits. He’d been more closed-off around Rikiya for the last few years, ever since his mother’s death had made the passage of the mantle irrevocable; Rikiya wondered sometimes what the elders must have told him back then. Or if it wasn’t the elders or the mantle at all—after all, he and Rikiya’s mother had been very close.

“Any advice for me?” Rikiya tried, tone light, after the second time Rampart’s lips twitched and curled around the beginnings of—something, only to resettle without speaking.

“Hah.” Rampart’s head ducked around a crooked smile. “Well, I can’t say too much. I’ve never been through Quarter’s whole course, just fought him a few times in the bouts over the years. I’ve watched him take down warriors twice his size and half his age. And he’s been a teacher for a long time now.”

“A good one?” He’s worried about something. It showed in his narrowed eyes, not to mention the lack of a straight answer.

“As if we’d send you to anyone but our best. Just…”

“Just?” Rikiya considered leaning forward and wrapping his hands around the back of the headrest like he might have when he was younger. He had been younger then, though, and not the Grand Commander. He stayed put, back straight against the seat.

“His meta-ability’s…” Rampart eased to a stop at a red light. Freed for a few seconds of the need to watch the road, his eyes closed. When they opened again, Rikiya knew the moment was gone. Rampart shot him a leashed smile through the mirror. “He’s a strong one. You’ll learn a lot from him.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Rikiya replied, returning the smile as he pressed his fingers, one by one, tighter against the backs of his hands.

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Like most of the local trainers, Quarter worked out of the fitness center. The floor was bustling when Rikiya and Rampart walked in, a general hubbub that morphed into an organized one as people caught sight of him and hastily stepped off of treadmills or stopped cold in the middle of floor routines to salute.

It does the Army good to see your strength, Sanctum had told him the morning of the funeral. I know it can be hard, but it will make you stronger, too, in the end.

And so Rikiya smiled, murmured a few words to Rampart at the check-in desk, and stepped away to make the rounds.

Elsewhere in the facility, more organized training was underway—a room full of emitters sparring, a yoga class where everyone was stretching out some different metamorphic limb—but the employees must have been forewarned; none of the classes were halted as Rikiya followed Rampart deeper into the building. The ceiling was higher in the back, rows of high windows streaming light into a room with a climbing wall, a weight room, an enormous indoor swimming pool Rikiya eyed enviously as they passed. They stopped at none of them, but rather passed on out a rear exit that opened to a breezeway. The covered walk lead to an exterior building with its own small parking lot and a glass door beyond which Rikiya could see nothing but a small waiting room. A keycard reader sat mounted on the wall next to an intercom.

“Ready?” Rampart asked as they walked up to the door, and when Rikiya nodded, he reached up and rang the buzzer.

“Refinement Training,” came the answer after a long few seconds, a crisp male voice.

“This is Rampart, here with the Grand Commander.” He kept holding the button down and looked down at Rikiya, tilting his head slightly inward.

“Good morning,” Rikiya said, taking the hint, and Rampart released the button.

“Of course, of course,” said the man on the other end of the speaker, audibly warming. “Please come in.” A small red light on the scanner flipped to green.

The area inside was exactly as small as it had looked from outside, a narrow door on the left and a reception desk, currently unoccupied, built into the back wall. A broader door on the right opened just as Rikiya’s gaze fell on it.

Quarter’s eyes were the first thing Rikiya noticed—probably the first thing most people noticed. His irises were a striking shade of dark gold, standing out like gleaming coins against deep blue sclera, both slightly larger than life behind a pair of oval glasses. His gaze skimmed over Rampart then dropped down to Rikiya as a pleased smile spread over his face.

“Grand Commander.” He saluted along with the greeting. “I’m honored. Please, come in.”

Rikiya nodded but took a moment to look him over first—other than the eyes, Quarter seemed unassuming enough. He was an older man—older than Rampart, at least, though if he wasn’t younger than Anchor, he wore it more smoothly, hair still black all the way through, his features both mild and mildly lined. He wasn’t dressed for an intensive work-out—a gray knitted sweater and black slacks—but beneath the clothes, his build looked trim and fit. Not an excess of anything noticeable, really, except his eyes.

Of course, looks didn’t mean much in the long run.

Rikiya stepped over and through the door. The hallway beyond was narrow, marked by a line of lockers and a few small doors, as well as a water fountain beside another broad door on the far end.

“I normally run first-time sessions for an hour or so,” Quarter said as Rampart followed them in. “I can get a feel for where you are in your development, what you’ve been focusing on, what you need to improve. Then when I see you again Tuesday, I’ll have a regimen more tailored for you specifically. Does that sound all right?” At Rikiya’s nod, he looked up at Rampart. “This will be three times a week, correct?”

“Saturday mornings, and Tuesday and Thursday evenings,” Rampart confirmed.

“Excellent. You can use the personal parking next time, then; no need to hike all the way from the front entrance.” Quarter turned his attention back to Rikiya and gave him another once-over, this time focusing on his clothes. “You can use one of the lockers here to keep a change of clothes or shoes in—there is a dressing room. I have some spare combination locks or you can bring one from home, if you’d prefer.”

“One of yours would be fine,” said Rikiya, who did not actually own a personal lock of any kind and was moderately surprised at the assumption that he did.

“All right, then.” Quarter nodded. “Let’s get started. It’s right through here.”

Inside the door by the water fountain was, at last, the room where Rikiya would be spending the next few months in enhanced training. It looked something like a dance studio without all the mirrors, windowless, the ceiling low and lined with recessed lights. Thick blue exercise mats lined most of the floor, here and there showing signs of wear and tear, singe-marks and scores dotted over the vinyl fabric. It was, otherwise, entirely empty.

“Do you know why you’re here?” came Quarter’s voice from behind him. Rikiya turned to see Quarter looking down at him placidly. Away behind him, Rampart had taken up his watch at the door.

Rikiya nodded. Quarter went on looking at him, expectant, so he added, “To take the next step in training my meta-ability.”

“No.”

Rikiya blinked, brow furrowing at the answer. No? What does he mean, no? That’s what everyone’s been calling this since Anchor first brought it up.

“That’s what I was told,” he responded at length.

"That’s only a facet of it. You are here to learn how better to be a warrior for Liberation.” The trainer saluted again at the invocation; Rikiya echoed the gesture reflexively. “Destro’s noble cause demands much of all of us. We undertake this so that one day, all meta-humans can walk free.”

“For Liberation.” The words fell easily from Rikiya’s lips. The swerve from pleasantry to ideology would have to be much more out-of-nowhere than this for him to trip up on the basic tenets. Quarter nodded.

“You,” he said, dropping smoothly down to one knee and looking up into Rikiya’s eyes, “are the Grand Commander of the Meta Liberation Army. Your words are Destro’s words. I am but a devotee to the cause. Whatever you tell me, I must obey. So tell me: is it Destro’s wish that you hone yourself into a better, stronger version of the you you are now?” His smile had drained away, leaving his face with a sterner cast.

The memory of Rampart’s hesitation in the car stole treacherously across Rikiya’s mind, a flutter of anticipation in his chest. He pressed the salute harder against his forehead and nodded.

“It will be difficult. At times, you may wish to stop, to run away. But to run away from this is to fail the cause.” Quarter moved his hand to Rikiya’s shoulder. "I know you don’t want that. That is why you must tell me now that you wish to see things through to the end.“

"I do,” Rikiya answered, dropping his arm back to his side. He stood as straight as he could manage under Quarter’s grip without activating his meta-ability. The stress spots on his brow lay still and controlled. "I won’t fail.“

"Everyone fails.” Quarter intoned the words; they hung, heavy and resonant, in the room, as if the walls had leaned in closer to hear them. "What you must learn—what you are here to learn—is to get back up. To not use your failure as an excuse to stay down.” He leaned back slightly, though his hand remained. “I need to hear the words from you out loud. Give me my orders.“

Rikiya hesitated. The air in the room felt heavy, a weight pressing against his skin from all sides like he was standing at the bottom of a swimming pool. If it weren’t for Quarter holding him down, he surely would have been floating away, ejected up towards the surface.

He forced himself to breathe. Think of the future, he reminded himself. Think of what’s at stake. He swallowed down the urge to look towards Rampart, instead focusing harder on Quarter.

"Teach me,” he said, hands curling into fists at the quaver in his voice. “For as long as you have to.”

“Yes, Grand Commander.” Quarter squeezed his shoulder once more and, finally, climbed back up to his feet. “Now then, show me your meta-ability.”

And the walls closed in.

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It was later.

Rampart had left. Quarter had gone and talked to him, words too quiet to hear over Rikiya’s ragged breathing. And then Rampart had left.

Rikiya rallied for calm as Quarter’s meta-ability pressed in around him again. The invisible barrier boxed him in on all sides and was still compressing, a horrible sense of the very air crushing tighter and tighter around him. He could smell the sweat soaking through his clothing and even jostling an elbow out too far bumped him up against a solid wall.

“I understand you’ve developed a new application of your family line’s power,” Quarter said from somewhere behind him. “Show me.”

Rikiya half-turned his head, trying to get a bead on where Quarter was standing. “You don’t,” he said unevenly, “have any targets in here.”

“You did see the damage to the floor mats, didn’t you?” the voice asked. “We’ll work on accuracy later; right now, I’m only finding out how much work you need to do. Just underhand a toss across the floor.”

Black stress dripped down Rikiya’s arms to pool in his cupped palms, the smoothest externalization he’d ever managed. He shaped it in trembling hands, waiting for the walls to come down.

“Well?”

“The—your meta-ability.” The air grew heavier again. Rikiya struggled to get his breathing under control. His body ached to swell up and burst the unseen cage. Was it solid? Was it air-tight? The thought sent another jolt of alarm through him, swelling the stress bomb in his hands. “Take it down so—”

“Take it down?” Quarter asked, not quite incredulous. “No. Why would I?”

“It’s in the way,” Rikiya choked. Isn’t it? Is it one-sided? Can he open gaps in it? As he racked his mind, tremors spreading up to his arms, Quarter walked back around in front of him. Hands clasped behind his back, he studied Rikiya with raised eyebrows.

“I would have thought you’d have figured it out by now. There’s no barrier, boy, no invisible wall. it’s all in your mind.” He reached out, smooth and deliberate, and gave a light flick to Rikiya’s forehead, as if he was rebuking a child. Not for an instant did the pressure relent. “Everything you experience with me will be. Now do as I say.”

Cheeks hot, Rikiya shuffled half a step around. He drew back an arm and immediately winced back from the wall his mind still found too convincing. What if he’s lying? That’s ridiculous. In training or not, I’m the Grand Commander of the Army. No one lies to me.

He still couldn’t make his arm follow through.

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The room spun around him wildly, too hot, too cold, and his control frayed through yet again, black beads of corporeal power plummeting towards the floor like iron ingots and bursting into nothing, stress swelling the size of his limbs, pressing him against the walls, a weight on his back like a bed of nails, prickling pain and a swell of nausea—

“—better than this,” said the cool voice through the roaring in Rikiya’s ears as he dropped to all fours, gagging on nothing. I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe—!

“How disappointing.”

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It was, again, later.

Quarter’s hand landed on his shoulder and Rikiya flinched. Exhausted as he was, stress mottled across the backs of his hands; his bloated fingertips pressed creases into the floor mats as he sucked in air through his teeth.

“Well,” Quarter remarked, “control issues aside, you’re quite the wellspring, my Grand Commander. We’re going to have a lot of work ahead of us.”

Rikiya screwed his eyes closed, fighting not to shrink back. Breathe, breathe. His breath still felt raw in his throat, his head pounding.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” The trainer dropped down to one knee and lifted a towel to Rikiya’s face, cool and damp. Rikiya looked up. Quarter smiled, an even, level thing that came nowhere near the blue-black pits of his eyes. “And we’ll tell Rampart how strong you were today.” His hand didn’t move. Over his shoulder, the bare walls swam in Rikiya’s vision.

Rikiya nodded.

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“Let’s open a window,” Rikiya told Koku a week later, the two of them doing schoolwork in the sitting room. “It’s a nice day out.”

His friend gave him a disbelieving look, then leaned back to look out the window. “Are you joking? It looks like it’s going to rain any time now.”

“Then it’ll be a nice breeze.” He smiled—easy, natural, well-practiced.

“If you say so,” Koku replied, still with a measure of skepticism. All the same, he got up and levered open the window.

The room cooled immediately, the leaves of Anchor’s house plants murmuring. The brush of air on his skin eased the knot that had been gradually tying itself tighter in Rikiya’s stomach. It did, in fact, smell like rain.

“So how’s your training with Quarter going?”

Rikiya’s smile twitched once at the question. The smell of sweat filled his nose, a hint of bile at the back of his throat.

“Very well. I’m learning a lot,” he answered, barely hearing the words. He made a show of stretching to camouflage his grimace. “Did—you ever train under him, Hanabata?”

Koku strolled back over and dropped back down to the cushion across the table from him. “No, my meta-ability works on other people; it’s not so good for one-on-one work like that. I do my training with Idol and the third regiment. Or my uncle, when he’s in town.”

“Right.” Rikiya nodded understanding and straightened back up, returning the smile to its place. “You’ll have to take me along someday.”

Koku shot him a pleased grin. “Of course. Whenever you want. And same to you.”

That was never going to happen. Quarter hadn’t even let Rampart into the room after the first day. It’s a matter of morale, my Grand Commander. None of your followers would want to see you like this.

Rikiya laughed and hoped it didn’t sound as awkward to Koku as it did in his own ears. “Right.”

——— ——— End Chapter 1 ——— ———

Author’s Note Part Deux: Aside from wanting to examine how something as massively fucked-up as the Claustro came about, this story is also a result of my looking at the Liberation Army and thinking, “Okay, I was pretty nice about this when I was writing about you all for MLA Week, but…”

I wanted to take a look at someone who’s considerably less righteous about the cause than the True Believers I wrote about all week long for MLA Week, because an environment like the Liberation Army is fertile ground for exactly the sort of danger that Quarter represents. Frankly, there’s every chance in the world that, if he’d been brought up in more normal circumstances, Quarter would have been content enough to subtly use his quirk to clear out long lines ahead of him at the DMV or make people who were being obnoxious in public nervous enough for reasons they couldn’t articulate that they’d slink out. Instead, he was brought up in the MLA, which exacerbated and enabled all his worst traits.

Rikiya is, suffice to say, in for a rough few months.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #yotsubashi rikiya #re-destro #meta liberation army #cw: cults #cw: claustrophobia #cw: panic attack #cw: psychological abuse #also verbal belittlement and abuse masquerading as training #my writing #ficcing

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tobinheaths · 4 years

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The Holiday: Chapter 1 - Happy Accidents

Characters: Christen Press, Kelley O’Hara, Alex Morgan, and Tobin Heath Ships: Preath, Kellex

Summary: Christen and Kelley are old college roommates who live on opposite sides of the country. While on the phone catching up each mentions to each other that they are sick of their lives and wish they could escape for the holidays. Christen is dying for a white Christmas and all Kelley wants is to spend it surfing on the beach. So they have an idea – what if they switch homes right after Thanksgiving until January 2nd so they can each get what they want? Little do they know they might just be getting everything they’ve ever wanted.

“Tell me it isn’t the best idea I’ve ever had.”

“Kell, I don’t know.”

“The snow, Chris. Think of the snow.”

“I mean -- I do want a white Christmas, but”

“No buts. Be spontaneous, live a little.”

Christen sighed into the phone. She had no real reason to say no. As a journalist it was easy enough to work from anywhere as long as she had her laptop and Kelley was right. Despite not seeing her all that often since they graduated college together, her former roommate still knew her better than most people. She couldn’t even lie and say she had been living more spontaneously if she tried. Maybe it was time to get out of her comfort zone. Christmas in New York City was something the California native had only ever dreamed about and now that she was getting the chance she decided she couldn’t turn it down even if it did feel eerily familiar to the way Kelley used to peer pressure her into going to frat parties with her.

“Fine.” She gave in much to Kelley’s delight.

“Oh my God, wait -- seriously? I wasn’t expecting you to actually say yes to that. Shit! You really must be more desperate for a change in scenery than I thought.”

“Honestly? Yeah, kind of. I mean other than my job it’s not like I have much of anything here for me right now. I need excitement and adventure.”

“You need New York.” Kelley said matter-of-factly.

“Obviously it would be even better if you were going to be there with me but I know how much you love the beach and surfing. I couldn’t dream of tearing you away from that.”

“How selfless of you but selfishly, yeah. I’ve been dreaming about catching some waves for way too long now. I have over a month of saved up vacation time that I need to cash in before it expires come the new year and I can’t think of a better way to use it. It’ll be perfect, Chris. I promise.” At least she hoped, otherwise she’d never hear the end of it.

“So this Saturday after Thanksgiving then?”

“Until January 2nd. Holy shit, I’m so excited!”

Christen chucked into the phone. “I can’t believe you talked me into this but I am looking forward to it. There’s so much there that I’ve always wanted to do around the holiday time.”

“Yeaaah, just avoid all the big touristy shopping areas and you’ll be fine. Unless aggressive mobs of people, specifically moms trying to get the best deals for their kids, is your scene now?”

“I’m not sure what you’re trying to insinuate but I can assure you, that is most definitely not my scene, you jerk.”

Kelley laughed. “Hey you never know! You can be kind of a grandma sometimes.”

“Go ahead, keep insulting me. See if I leave you a key to get into my place once you get here.”

“Please, as if it’s the first time I’d have to crawl through a window.”

“You know, I’m not even going to ask--”

Kelley laughed again. “I’ve gotta get back to work but I’ll be in touch okay? I’ll call you again later tonight so we can work out the rest of the details and book flights and everything.”

“Sounds good, later Kells.”

Christen hung up the phone and let her head fall into her hands. Had she really just agreed to that?

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“Okay, when you said a modest home I was expecting a little cottage not Daddy Warbuck’s mansion, Christen!”

“Stop being dramatic, it’s not that big!”

“Yeah well it’s not that small either! How have I not been here sooner? You’ve been holding out on me!”

“No -- you’re just a workaholic who refused to take a break to come visit me. Figures I finally get you to my place and I’m not even there to enjoy it with you!”

“Yeah well you have my shoe box apartment to feel claustrophobic in for the next month instead. Have fun with that.”

“Shut up, it’s not claustrophobic! It’s cute. Homey. I like it.”

“What about a five story walk up and 600sqft apartment feels homey and exciting to you is beyond me but hey, as long as you’re happy, Pressi.”

“I am happy,” was all she said as she stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the busy streets below. Kelley’s apartment wasn’t exactly in the heart of all the action but it was still in a desirable and bustling neighborhood. It seemed young and artsy which was right up Christen’s alley. She could already tell she was going to enjoy herself -- and that yoga studio just across the street.

“Well I’ll leave it to ya, then. Have fun doing whatever it is you decide to do.”

“Thanks, yeah, you too. I left a list of all the best places to eat and where I’ve heard the best surf spots are. If you need anything else, just let me know. The TV system is a little tricky but I trust you’ll be able to figure it out.”

“You’re the best, Chris. Seriously. Thank you! I hope my city lives up to your expectations. I’m not as well thought out and organized as you so I didn’t leave any lists but if you want some suggestions for food or anything feel free to shoot me a text. Oh believe me, I’ve already cussed out the TV a good six times but I finally figured it out. You and your fancy ass entertainment center and surround sound.”

Christen rolled her eyes with a laugh. “Bye, Kelley!”

“Yeah, yeah, bye loser.” She chuckled and hung up the phone with a big smile on her face. She couldn’t help but feel so lucky and blessed to have such great friends in her life. She just wished she and Christen got to see each other more.

/////////////

Kelley had only been back to California a handful of times since graduating from Stanford. It was all somewhat familiar to her but mostly just felt foreign anymore. It also didn’t help that where Christen lived now was over 300 miles from the University so she couldn’t even revisit her old stomping grounds if she wanted to. Not during this trip anyway, that’s not what it was about. The beach, sun, and surfing was what she came here for and Kelley was sure she would be perfectly happy doing nothing but every single day if that’s what it came down to. She had no set plans other than to just go with the flow and see where this month took her.

With it being too late in the day to get down to the beach today Kelley decided she would opt for a lazy night in to get herself situated instead. She was exhausted from the 6 ½ hour flight and nothing sounded better than some good takeout and bad reality television. Maybe she’d even make a few phone calls to some of her old college buddies who lived in the area so they could get together one of the days in the upcoming month. Anything to keep herself busy.

/////////////

...Ding dong...

The doorbell made Kelley jump as she was just washing the plate and utensils she used for her dinner. Obviously she wasn’t expecting anyone and Christen would’ve told her someone was coming or at least made the person aware she wasn’t home if someone was planning on stopping by, right? She was usually on top of things like that. So who could it possibly be?

Kelley quickly dried her hands off on a hand towel and padded quickly through the home to the front door. She tried to peek and see who was there but knew she’d ultimately just have to face the music and open the door regardless. She was hesitant but the door opened and standing there was arguably the most gorgeous woman Kelley had ever seen except she was crying which she immediately tried to hide the second she saw it wasn’t Christen who opened the door.

“Oh, sorry, um, is Christen here?” The brunette sniffled.

Kelley just shook her head slowly trying to figure out what to say or do. “No, sorry, she isn’t. She’s out of town for the month and I’m staying at her place.”

“Fuck, right -- I totally forgot.”

The suitcase she had trailing behind her made Kelley question whether or not Christen made some kind of plan that she had in fact forgotten about. “Were you um, supposed to stay here?” She asked motioning to the suitcase.

“No,” eyes shot to the ground. She was embarrassed to admit the truth but also wasn’t in any position to lie. She probably seemed so pathetic to Christen’s poor friend. “I was just hoping to. My husband and I got into a terrible fight because I told him I wanted a divorce and I just didn’t really know where else to go.” Alex shrugged her shoulders looking back up to the freckle-faced woman. “I feel like an idiot for forgetting she wasn’t going to be here, I’m so sorry for bothering you.”

“You’re not--” Kelley was quick to assure her. She didn’t know why but she felt for the woman and hated seeing her pretty blue eyes filled with tears. “I know you don’t know me but there’s obviously more than enough space here for the two of us if you wanted to stay.”

“I couldn’t impose on your vacation like that…”

“Please,” Kelley chuckled but kept her soft tone. “You can save me from loneliness so I can stop yelling at the idiots on Love Island.”

Alex laughed, it was small but still a laugh which was refreshing since she was sure she hadn’t even so much as smiled in the last few days since making the decision to divorce Servando. “That show is the worst. I love it.”

They both laughed and Kelley invited the woman in.

“Come on then, we can watch it together. I’ll get the booze.”

Alex didn’t know her but for some reason she couldn’t say no. “Yeah, sure. Okay. Thank you so much, seriously. I’ll be out of your hair by tomorrow when I can find somewhere else to stay, promise.”

“Really, I don’t mind the company. Don’t feel like you have to rush.” One of the things Kelley was looking forward to on this trip was getting to spend some time to herself but suddenly that all changed. She hated how much of a sucker she was for a pretty girl and it really didn’t help that this one was by far the prettiest of them all.

“Thank you.” She smiled and tucked her suitcase to the corner by the stairs and followed Kelley into the living room before the New Yoker disappeared into the kitchen to get them one of Christen’s nice bottles of wine. She returned with two glasses and poured them each a glass that was filled with much more than any restaurant or bar would ever dream of serving their wine. Kelley never understood why places only ever served half full glasses, it was a total rip off. Maybe if she was trying to be formal she would’ve followed that rule but she wasn’t and she was sure Alex was in desperate need of a whole bottle at least. She knew she would be if she were in her position.

“Cheers, um ---” It was that moment she realized they hadn’t yet introduced themselves and she felt silly for it.

“Alex,” she said with a tiny smile through puffy and bloodshot eyes. “I’m just sorry you had to meet me this way.”

“Hey -- no, there’s no shame with me ever. Promise. It’s nice to meet you, Alex. I’m Kelley.” She took a sip of her wine before speaking up again. “If there’s anything you want to talk about feel free, otherwise I won’t pry. We can just get drunk and yell at the trashy TV shows if that’s what you need. Whatever it is, okay? I’m here. Which may sound a little weird coming from a stranger but any friend of Christen’s is a friend of mine.”

Alex was taken aback by the warmth of Kelley’s personality. She already seemed wonderful, like maybe this was some kind of happy accident. Sure she loved Christen and knew she would make her feel better just the same but it was different and Kelley’s energy felt like exactly what she needed in the moment. The brunette took a long sip of her wine, grateful for the glass being completely filled and looked over to the pretty woman on the couch opposite of the one she was sitting on with a smile, admiring her features as she focused on the tv, trying to get the remote to unpause the episode she was watching. She almost got caught when Kelley looked back over to her, “Do you want me to restart the episode or are you okay watching it from about ten minutes in?”

“No, no, don’t restart it, this is perfect.” The last three words were a lot more loaded than she thought Kelley would pick up on but the Stanford grad did and the happy little grin on her face told Alex she knew exactly what she meant. She had to keep herself from laughing and sipped on the wine to hide her own smirk.

Yep, definitely a happy accident.

#posting it here too in case ao3 ain't your thing #preath #kellex #alex morgan #kelley o'hara #christen press #tobin heath #uswnt

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nancythebisexualslutwheeler · 4 years

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First Day of Kindergarten

Technically this is part 4 to this:

Eddie was extremely insecure about the difference between him and Eddie’s relationship with the kids. Richie got to stay with them all day, every day, and while they cling to him during the night, sometimes they wanted Richie instead, and Eddie sat pushed against the edge of the couch, three pairs of feet pointed towards him.

Liam tended to go to Richie when he was hurt. He wailed “Daddy” from the instant he hit the ground, or the ball hit him or Gemma pinched him. He launched into Richie’s arms the second he was close enough and wailed and wailed until he lulled himself to sleep in Richie’s big arms, his teddy bear in his hands.

Gemma loved her daddy with all her heart. She was his little princess. And he gave in to nearly everything she asked. He was currently teaching her how to scramble eggs. They had the Nova and yoga thing going on for them, and they had just started the new American Girl Doll series which was a step up from the animated shows she usually watched.

Even though Ian was only two, he showed preferences for Richie’s cooking. Richie could lift him higher in the air and RIchie was the one practicing the alphabet with him all day. Richie took him to the park, potty trained him.

Eddie felt useless. As a husband and mostly as a father. He hadn’t even seen the point in taking off work to bring Liam to his first day of Kindergarten because he didn’t think either Richie nor Liam would care. He did however, and woke up early with Ian and made chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream and lattes for him and Richie.

By the time they come downstairs, Liam is already dressed with his backpack on his back. He tries to climb up to stool but his backpack weighs him down,

“Liam, bud, take the backpack off.”

Liam looks up at him,

“Daddy said I could wear it,” he says.

Eddie looks up at Richie,

“I’ve been trying to get him to take it off for twenty minutes, I figured I’d save us the time.”

He lifts Liam onto the seat and Eddie bites his lip. He feels like he has no authority. Any time he tells the kids to do something, Richie’s already asked or done something different or better.

They need 6 kisses from Richie for Eddie’s 2, and Richie’s legs were stronger or Richie gave into Mac and cheese and chicken nuggets more, well Eddie preferred to not let the produce go to waste thank you very much.

Liam’s being a brat, Richie explains against Eddie’s lips as he leans over Eddie to dip a strawberry in whipped cream,

“Delicious, thanks baby.”

Gemma and Ian are at their grandparents so Liam could have his day, but that didn’t seem to stop Liam from acting out to get attention. First he didn’t want pancakes, he wanted a pop tart, then he didn’t want to put his shoes on. Eddie was being mean for not letting him wear more than one hair bow.

By the time they’re finally in the car, nearly late, Eddie is exhausted. He can tell Richie is too, however Richie is the one who’s sitting in the backseat with Liam, trying to calm him down. Eddie’s just the driver. He’s a failure as a father.

This is why Richie was the one who was a stay at home parent. He was the one who was good with jokes and the best at giving the kids their medicine, and he could watch hours of cartoons without suggesting a channel change even once.

Eddie didn’t know why he’d thought to go along. He wasn’t needed. He wasn’t wanted. It would be less painful to have received a picture with a text as he sat at his desk pretending to be busy.

If he doesn’t keep it together, he will cry right now on the way to the elementary school. He turns up the Disney mix tape playing in the car and sings along to Moana. He can do this.

Liam gets out of the car and bounds up to his teacher excitedly. They’ve met her three times. She’s a middle aged black woman named Mrs.Lahey and his classroom has a guinea pig named Linus. Liam was already obsessed with Mrs.Lahey, and she came up at their household often enough.

Neither man is surprised when Liam runs up to her, cutting the entire line of children and parents to give her a hug. She hugs him of course, and Eddie races over to grab him. Appearances are important, he hears his mother in his head. Mrs.Lahey explains that he has to wait his turn and a few other things he can’t hear, and when he turns to come back to Eddie, his eyes are full of tears.

Eddie steps back toward Richie, almost in fear, but mostly resentment because his son is going to someone else, not him. He’s not even looking at Liam, he’s holding tears back and pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose, and he nearly falls over when Liam bangs into his shins. Eddie quickly looks down, and Liam’s sobbing, arms wrapped around his legs,

“Papa!” he wails.

Eddie just stares until Richie nudges him. Eddie scoops Liam up, cradling his little body as Liam buries his face into Eddie’s neck.

“What’s wrong my little lion?”

Liam cries harder and Eddie’s body slows into its bounce and rock that soothes the kids. He doesn’t even have time to be embarrassed about the way his hips are swaying. Eddie’s hand massages his back and his fists wrap in Eddie’s preciously pristine white shirt.

“Liam bear, what’s wrong?”

“You didn’t say you were leaving!”

“Leaving?”

“I have to stay here by myself?!” Liam demands.

Eddie pulls back to look at Liam, his face is red and snotty and Eddie wipes his face on his sleeve because it’s his son, and it’s okay to be dirty sometimes.

“Yeah bud. I have to work.”

“But I can do school with daddy! Daddy please? I’ll be good!”

He’s looking at Richie now but still clinging to Eddie.

“We’ve talked about this buddy. You’re going to go to school like Gemma. Remember when Gemma started going to school?”

“I’m not ready! I’m not ready! Papa don’t make me go.”

“Honey, you have to,” Eddie rocks him but he doesn’t seem to be calming down and he looks at Richie frantically.

Richie wraps his arm around Eddie and pulls him close to whisper in his ear,

“We’re going to leave him and he’s going to cry but we have to just walk away.”

“Richie,” Eddie mumbles, near tears himself.

“We’ve gotta babe. He’ll be okay.”

So Eddie kisses Liam’s forehead and then his two cheeks,

“Alright Liam, it’ll be fun, I promise. You’re going to make new friends and have fun with Mrs.Lahey,” says Richie.

“No papa! Daddy! Don’t leave me!” He cries when Eddie releases him.

It takes Eddie prying his hands from around his neck to get him to let go. He falls on the floor crying but Mrs.Lahey shoos them away. Richie helps Eddie up and wraps an arm around him, leading him to the front door. Eddie is crying before they reach the doors. Richie gets him to the car where he nearly collapses in the passenger seat. He’s sobbing now.

“Love, you’ve gotta calm down. He’ll be okay.”

Eddie shakes his head,

“Maybe it’s too soon. You can keep him at home another year.”

Richie laughs,

“Babe I cannot count above ten, you know this.”

Eddie glares and Richie rubs his arm,

“Babe, it’ll be okay. Just like Gemma. He’ll love it by the end of the day, I promise.”

Eddie sniffles,

“I don’t think I can go to work today.”

Richie nods and smiles,

“Okay baby, let’s just veg out today huh?”

“Your parents will be okay with watching Ian?”

“Are you kidding? They’ll love it. Let’s go home babe.”

Eddie wipes his eyes,

“Okay.”

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mixtapes & memories

Love Is A Mixtape by Rob Sheffield definitely had its impact on me & inspired me to write this piece. This is one of my favourite playlists, so I decided to write around it.

Harry x Y/N | 5.2K words

(Italicized bits are flashback memories)

Here’s a link to the playlist, too !!! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1kPsDksn0oQcF9uOLIioUH?si=nGKLi3FBREyrcR5iAc9UbQ

It’s nights like these you look back on. Nights like these that you’ll remember forever. Nights like these are the ones you hope everyone you love gets to experience with the one they love.

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

A giggle bubbles in your throat as Harry presses a kiss to the soft skin under your ear. Harry nonchalantly pulls away as if he wasn’t intending on making a mark on your skin when he sees his car being pulled up by the valet. His arm leaves your waist as he pulls out a few bills to hand to the valet. Verbally thanking the young man, you walk towards the car and see Harry now waiting with the passenger door open for you. Shining him a bright smile you step down into the low riding Ford Capri. Before closing your door Harry helps you move some of the fabric of your skirt into your seat with you as to not close it in the door. He shakes his head with a smile before walking round to get into the driver's side.

“What’re you shaking your head for?” you ask through a chuckle.

“Just look beautiful tonight, sometimes can’t believe I get to spend my time with you,” he says as he shuts the door and shifts into drive.

You groan his name in faked annoyance. You really don’t have anything coherent to respond with but he knows the feelings go both ways.

There’s a moment of silence while the cd that is in the stereo changes to the next song. You both still quite like the idea of mix tapes and prefer the sound of the 1970 stereo, (only having updated it by adding a CD player rather than an aux cord). Your favourite mixtape being the one in the player now. There’s a wide selection on this disk and in your handwriting, the title “feels like home” is scribble in sharpie on the top of the silvery-gold CD.

There’s a wide variety of songs on this CD, some of your favourites, some of Harry’s, songs that you grew up listening to, it’s got it all. As you 2 got to know each other in the beginning you both discovered that music played a big part in how you were raised and grew up.

Just about every single Saturday growing up, you were woken up by your parents blasting their music collection throughout the house. Dad would play Phil Collins or Fleetwood Mac and Mom would blast Paul Simon, Michael Jackson or Donny Osmonds and once in a while Shania Twain’s Greatest Hits. On the morning of your oldest sisters wedding she played “Going To The Chapel” at full volume, on repeat, to wake everyone up.

Every Saturday, without a doubt, she would go one by one into everyone’s room and dance around and sing to whatever was playing downstairs. It wasn’t always your favourite way to be woken up but looking back on it, you miss it from time to time.

Sometimes Harry will try to recreate these Saturday mornings - with a fresh cup of coffee in hand - dancing around in his boxers, his latest favourite blasting through the apartment. It only makes his regal flat feel more like home and makes up for the time apart.

Harry’s mother, Anne, had raised Harry with similar music taste. The 2 of you liked to compare first experiences with Fleetwood Mac and stories passed down by both of your parents. Your dad repeatedly recalls taking his baby blue Ford van down to Florida for spring break the year Rumours was released, blasting the album on the hot, packed beaches throughout the coast of Florida. Harry recalls Anne singing along to Landslide and Dreams as they drove around Cheshire. Dreams was the first song he learned all the words to.

The opening drums of ‘Dreams’ vibrates through the speakers of the car as Harry starts to drive away. He starts to sing along right away. You know he doesn’t realise that he always does this and it makes you smile everytime you hear his smooth voice

I’ll Be There For You - The Rembrandts

Neither of you can bare to miss the claps at the beginning so when Harry can’t get his hands off the wheel to clap along, you restart the track. Both of you break out in a fit of laughter at the ridiculous habit and continue singing as loud as you can, dance moves included (at least what you could manage while buckled into your seats). Harry’s signature “rain starts to fall” hands always make you roll your eyes before tossing your head back and laugh even more while still trying to sing along.

Honestly, neither of you have been able to keep track of how many times you’ve rewatched F.R.I.E.N.D.S. on your own, nonetheless together. (It’s a lot and you’ll both just leave it at that.) Harry had suggested that you 2 should start watching it from the beginning together when you two ordered takeout one night in the first month of knowing each other. That night repeated over and over again, neither of you caring to go out on fancy dates so much, only wanting to spend time together.

You had just finished season 6 the night before Harry had to jet off to Japan or New York or Italy (honestly, you can barely keep track). While facetiming one night while he was gone you caught a glimpse of his tv screen in his hotel room.

“Harry?” you questioned.

“Yes, love?”

“Are you watching FRIENDS without me?”

“Uhhh…” he stutters out, looking back at the TV that was playing without sound. “I can explain!” he rushed out. You faked an annoyed look (even though you were actually kind of annoyed by it). “Listen, babe, love, sweetheart, I was bored and missing you… I thought i’d just watch one episode…”

“One?!?! Looks like you’ve definitely watched more than one!”

“I’m sorry, love!”

“Fine, well that means I have to catch up, then. What episode are you on?”

“Uhm, I think episode 4,” he whispers.

“4?!?! Harry!!”

“I’m so sorry!!! Like I said, I was bored and missed you. Always reminds me of you.”

“Oh come on, be a normal boy and have a wank if you miss me.”

He shouts your name in surprise. “Oh my god.” His cheeks start to turn a light pink shade.

“Oh, stop blushing. You’re acting like a child. Be a man, have a wank or call me, don’t watch FRIENDS.”

After a short moment of silence you both meet eyes and burst into a fit of laughter.

That specific conversation gets brought up every time Harry has to leave, a little inside joke. Between “I’ll Be There For You” and the next track Harry suggests that you 2 should start rewatching FRIENDS again.

“That’ll be like the 5th time,” you comment. “Think this time you’ll be able to make it through the entire show without watching an episode without me?”

“I can’t make any promises,” he confirms with a giggle.

Still Crazy After All These Years - Paul Simon

There’s a handful of Paul Simon on this mixtape. You have your mother to thank for that. After dinner each night your mom would put on a Paul Simon album while you did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen as a family. To this day you’ll opt for Paul Simon’s Greatest Hits while you clean yours and Harry’s home. He knows this music makes you feel like you’re back home with your family and can nick away at the homesick feeling you get once in a while. There’s something about the classics - “Still Crazy After All These Years”, “Diamonds on the Soles of Your Shoes” “Kodachrome” - that make your heart light and bring a smile to your face.

During one trying week, Harry had used the Greatest Hits Album to settle you down. Work had been awful, one thing after the other, day after day, nothing went right and you were at the end of your limits. To add to the that Harry had been traveling back and forth for the better part of 3 weeks. A text from your parents asking how you were and when you would be visiting next had been the last straw.

Harry came home mid day on a Saturday and on his way into the house he dropped his belongings in a trail from the front door to the bedroom. That morning, you had decided to try to turn your mood around, knowing Harry would be home soon, you went out to a yoga class and picked up groceries to make Harry’s favourite meal. When you got home after him, you proceeded to trip over each of his belongings on the way to the kitchen. You were cursing loud enough that it woke him up. He came downstairs in a pair of workout shorts and a messy head of hair.

“Baby!” He exclaims when he sees you putting away the food. When he tries to give you a hug and kiss you shrug him off.

“You left everything all over. I tripped on every single fucking bag on my way in. I get that your tired and traveling sucks but at least fucking put it all in one spot.”

“Woah, I’m sorry,” he says, taken aback. Nothing from their conversations earlier this week or even this morning had lead him onto the mood you’re in now.

“Don’t even,” you say with a bit of a bite to it.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He asks with equal bite. You whisper a ‘nothing’ and continue what you’re doing. “It’s not nothing if you’re this upset”

“Just leave me alone, Harry.”

“I haven’t seen you in days!!! I’m not just leaving you alone. I fucking missed you and I have no idea why you’re acting like this.”

“It’s not my fault that you haven’t seen me. I’ve been here this entire time. Not all of us get to jet off to be an international rockstar and do no wrong. I got ripped apart this week at work. Everything I did was wrong, I fucked up, you don’t know what that’s like.” you take a deep breath, tears building in your eyes. “and now my parents are nagging me about coming home to visit and I can’t take any more time off work cause I’ve used it all to come see you on tour.” When you wipe the tears from your eyes you see the look on Harry’s face and your heart drops into your stomach. You’ve never spoken to him like this and you never meant for anything to come out like this. “I’m sorry,” you yell even though you don’t mean to, “I just miss home and I’ve been so lonely without you here and I don’t know, it all just came out.” He doesn’t respond and now you’re embarrassed and beyond upset about all of it. You whisper an apology as you turn and leave the kitchen.

Everything hurt as you fell to the bed. You groan a little in annoyance when you immediately smell Harry’s cologne on the bed, fresher than it’s been in weeks. Tears fell to the pillow for what felt like ages. You didn’t know what you wanted to happen next. Did you want him to come find you and try to say something to make everything better somehow? Were you hoping you would muster up the courage to put yourself back together and go downstairs begging for him to forgive you? You really had no idea. It was a while later when you could start making out sounds from the 1st floor. It wasn’t until the music got louder that you paid more attention.

One room of speakers at a time (he can be such a cheeky fucker sometimes) the music eventually reached your bedroom where you were still laying face down on the bed. ‘Still Crazy After All These Years’ echoed through the entire house now. While wiping your face with a cool cloth as you realised what he was doing. You quietly made your way back down the stairs and peaked into the kitchen where Harry was busy cutting up some veggies on the large island. When you come into view, Harry puts down the knife and wipes his hands off on the cloth that is hanging off his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I really didn’t mean what I said. It all came out wrong.”

“Shhhh,” Harry shushes you as he brings you in for a hug. “You’re right, I don’t know what it’s like at your job and I haven’t even bothered to ask.” He says after pulling back to look you in the eyes. “Being homesick doesn’t help when you’re stressed, either. And it really doesn’t help when I’m gone either.”

“I’m still sorry. I should’ve never said any of that. I yelled at you. You just got home. I’m so sorry.” Harry kisses your forehead. “I’m so sorry. I can’t even believe what I said.”

“Its okay, baby. I accept your apology. We’re good, okay?” You nod and he kisses your forehead again. “Thought some Paul Simon might calm you down.” you nod again, a small smile playing on your lips. “And I’ve looked at the calendar, no need to take work off, we’ll go back home to visit your parents in a few weeks. Leave Friday Night come back Monday morning. I wouldn’t mind some time away from work and the city either.”

Paul Smon continues to play and you give Harry a big hug, burying your head into his chest. You really can’t believe how you got so lucky. You spend the rest of the night making dinner together, dancing around and singing to the Greatest Hits Album that’s playing through the entire house. Later that night Harry brings a bottle of wine and 2 glasses to the living room where the 2 of you sit on the ground in a pile of blankets and pillows and you share every single detail of what happened at work.

When you’re back at your childhood home a few weeks later, you and Harry are in the kitchen with your parents, Paul Simon playing and cleaning up after dinner.

The start of the memory may not be the best you and Harry but it ends on a good one and there are plenty more that outshine it. Paul Simon can fix a lot you figure. Makes you feel like you’re home wherever you are.

Don’t Wait - Mapei

“Can we get fries and milkshakes?” you ask with a bright smile on your face, lashes fluttering in attempt to persuade him. You know he won’t say no, regardless. You both know that once one of you mentions fries and milkshakes that it’ll be a long night of driving around town, city lights casting the perfect backdrop.

About 8 months into your relationship you had called Harry randomly one night. You had just seen him hours ago at lunch but he had a night full of meetings about whatever project he was working on currently and you both knew it was going to be a long night so you had retired back to your place for the night. You were surprised when he answered, the background on his end also surprisingly quiet.

“I’m craving fries and a milkshake,” you had stated, receiving a chuckle from Harry on the other line.

“I’ll pick you up in 15 minutes.”

“What?” you said unbelieving.

“Just got home, getting out of this dang suit. I’ll be there in 15.” You were silent on your end. “You want fries and a milkshake, yeah?” you hum a yes. “Okay great. I’m in love with you and I want to see you. We’re getting fries and milkshakes.” You huff in disbelief. Even if you did have some sort of response you don’t know if you could get it out (still a common occurrence to this day).“Love, still there?”

“Uh yeah,” you say through an obvious smile.

“Great. Leaving now.”

When you get into Harry’s car he greets you with a kiss and then a toothy grin, dimples on full display. He looks cozy and relaxed in his threadbare tshirt and yellow adidas track pants, you can’t see his feet but you know, without a doubt, he’s wearing his white vans.

Once you’ve got your fries and milkshakes, one vanilla and one chocolate so you can share, Harry picks up his phone and presses play on a new song. You hadn’t heard the song before, but as it progresses it adds to your already light, happy mood. With the cool breeze flowing through your hair with the windows down as Harry takes you both on a drive you can’t help but lean over and place a quick kiss on his cheek. His eyes wrinkle on the outside corners.

“Fry?” he asks just like how he asks ‘kiss?’ time and time again. His voice is just loud enough to hear over the music, and you quickly oblige his request as if he were to reach for a fry himself his free hand that isn’t attached to the steering wheel would have to leave it’s warm, comforting spot on your thigh.

As Harry pulls away from the drive-thru, a bag of fresh fries in your lap and 2 milkshakes in the cupholders, you skip through a few tracks before you find “Don’t Wait” by Mapei. The intro of the track instantly makes Harry smile and he reaches to turn up the volume. When you turn to feed him a fry you giggle at the sight of his huge smile, gums on show and eyes crinkled at the side.

A friend indeed, come build me up

Come shed your light, it makes me shine

You get the message, don't you ever forget it

Let's laugh and cry until we die

If it wasn't for you I'd be alone

If it wasn't for you I'd be on my own

Some things never change.

Make You Feel My Love - Adele

You’re thankful for the frozen milkshake and you allow it to cool you down as the hot LA breeze blows through your hair. You still don’t know your way around LA very well but you recognize the direction Harry is taking. There’s a small lookout point on the hills where you know you’ll end up in the next 10 minutes.

Taking the milkshakes and bag a fries with you, you both step out of the car after Harry has parked in the perfect spot at said lookout point. You’re the only 2 out here, it’s probably passed midnight by now. He’s left the car on enough just to keep the mixtape playing.

“Sometimes I wish we could’ve grown up together,” you say out of the blue while flipping through your old yearbook. You’re trying to find an old group photo with your High School group of friends. With a friends wedding coming up you’re trying to find all the best photos for part of her gift.

“What makes you say that?” Harry asks from the couch above you. “We get to grow old together instead.”

“It’s just, looking through all these old photos, I can’t help but wonder what it would have been like to have experienced High School together. Imagine football games on Friday nights, or going to the christmas dance!” you exclaim. “Oh! I bet you would have been really creative with asking me to the Prom.” When you notice the confused look on his face you remember that 1. British schools were much different and 2. He didn’t do the whole high school experience regardless of the country. “Well I guess you don’t ever have those thoughts cause you never experienced those things in the first place.” You laugh to yourself. “I still wonder what it would have been like.”

“I think 17 year old me would have been scared shitless to ask you to prom, nonetheless to pick you up that night and have your dad answer the door.”

“Oh my dad loves you and you know that.”

“Hah, he didn’t right away! Imagine if he met me when I was a teenager! I would not be sitting here right now.”

“You’ve got a point, I guess.” You go back to flipping through the yearbook in front of you, once in a while showing Harry a photo.

“I’m gonna go grab a glass of water, need anything?” You shake your head no and thank him before he leaves the room.

When Harry comes back to the living room he’s without a glass of water but has gained a black suit jacket on top of his t shirt and sweatpants. You look at him, confused.

“Harry, what are you doing?” He doesn’t respond, instead you start to hear music playing through the speakers. Pulling his hand from behind his back he presents you a flower, a rose from the vase in your bedroom. You laugh, still confused, but accept the rose anyways.

“Would you dance with me?” He asks offering his hand to you. You take it and let him help you up off the floor.

Harry wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him and you slide your arms around his neck letting your hands dangle at the back.

“You’re unbelievable,” you say quietly.

“I know this isn’t anything like your Prom, but a slow dance is a slow dance yeah?” A small smile forms on your lips before you press them to his. You let your fingers play with the curls at his neck. Resting your head on his chest you let him control the dancing, swaying around in circles. He’s humming along to the song and there’s something about Adele that is so quintessentially high school. You close your eyes and let yourself pretend that you’re back in high school. When the song ends you lift your head up and thank him with another kiss.

Later that night you take back your earlier statement. It’s when you’re sitting at the dining table with a hot meal presented in front of you that Harry made himself that you realise that you would rather be here now how the 2 of you are instead of having grown up together. You agree that growing old together sounds like the best thing in the world.

“Doesn’t matter the time or place, I’ll love you always,” you say, “but I like this time, I like right now.”

When “Make You Feel My Love” starts to play, Harry sets down his shake and takes yours as well to set down with his on the hood of the car.

“Can I have this dance?” He asks. It’s almost like he planned the timing. You sway with each other for a moment before you’re both so wrapped up in each others arms and the kisses become deeper that the dancing stops and you just basque in the presence of each other and this moment. The cool wind continues to blow through your hair and it only gives the 2 of you an excuse to pull each other closer to one another. After the song ends and the mixtape continues, Harry wraps his arms around your shoulders, now having his front to your back, he pulls you back with him as he leans against the hood of the car. He rests his lips near your ear, placing kisses along your ear, jaw and neck as you both take in the view in front of you.

“I like right now,” he whispers your words back to you from months ago.

I Wanna Get Better - Bleachers

This song had a handful of memories linked to it. Hundreds upon hundreds are with your childhood best friend and one specific one with Harry. Right now, you’re both singing at the top of your lungs without worrying how either of you sound. You were both shivering a little after staying at the lookout for too long. Now you’re trying to warm up a bit and singing along at full volume seems to be helping.

Harry had come home to a silent house one night, eventually finding you puffy-eyed with tear streaked cheeks curled up on the couch in the dark. Noting your phone thrown across the room, he approached you cautiously.

“Love?” he almost whispered, not to startle you. “Love, what’s going on?” He questions when he meets your face. Sitting down on the floor in front of you he wipes your cheeks before questioning you again. “Gotta tell me what’s wrong so I can help ya.”

“Did you see the article?” you stutter out. You know he doesn’t go lurking around the internet so you can’t be angry about him being clueless to why you’re upset. He shakes his head eventually before he slowly grabs his phone.

The first article that comes up when he searches his name makes him curse under his breath. Someone’s hacked your private social media accounts and photos of you growing up, family information and anything and everything is all over the tabloid sites. You knew this was part of the territory, dating a musician, model, actor, all of it, but this was much worse than some papz photos with Harry out for coffee or post yoga.

Harry does his best to calm you down, holding you against his chest, apologizing up and down for putting you in situations like these. At some point a little while later, you’ve relaxed and decide make a joke in hopes to make yourself and Harry, a little bit better.

“It’s a good thing you’re pretty, otherwise it wouldn’t be worth it.” A look of fake offence washes over his face. “Love you,” you add before kissing him lightly.

“Come on,” Harry says pulling you up off the couch. He turns the house speakers on and presses play on his phone. “I Wanna Get Better” starts blasting through the house and you can’t help but smile. Your best friend and you would always blast this when one of you were having a bad day. It never fails to make you smile and forget whatever was bothering you. This song automatically forces a wide smile across your face and with how swollen your eyes are from crying, you can barely make out the image of Harry dancing around in front of you. The rule is you have to play the song on repeat until you can’t remember what had hurt you in the first place. It’s takes a few rounds of the track and a handful of kisses from Harry to get you to forget why he started playing the song.

“A little better?” he asks when the 4th play comes to an end. You nod with a smile before pulling him for a kiss.

“Much better.”

Though this song is always played during bad times, it’s nice to hear it during happy ones. It reminds you of times with your best friend from home and it reminds you of Harry’s kindness, how he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, make you feel loved and be 110% sure that you’re happy.

Fallingforyou - The 1975 and Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

You slipped ‘Fallingforyou’ by The 1975 on shuffle when the 2 of you took your first road trip together. Driving from Harry’s place in LA to a getaway in San Francisco for a few days, you had opted to drive instead of fly (more time just the 2 of you). The conversation died down for a moment, both of you engulfed by the epic scenery in front of you. You had control of the music for the most part, Harry making requests once and awhile, but it had been forgotten while the two of you had debated which was the best romcom ever made for the better part of an hour. So when you both agreed that having different favourites was okay, the silence was welcomed, small smiles on both of your faces. That’s when a feeling of absolute contentment washed over you. You knew exactly what song was needed for the moment.

Your relationship wasn’t that new, but it wasn’t as official as it is now. You hadn’t said ‘I love you’ yet, but you both knew the thought was there (you hoped he’d say it sometime during this trip and if he didn’t you definitely would).

You always loved this song. You remember hearing it live for the 1st time when you saw The 1975 on a whim during your first year of university. You cried. You couldn’t really help it. Though you’ve never related to the lyrics exactly in the way they’re meant to, they still hit you. Right now, this relationship isn’t one sided, you know that but, I think I’m falling, I’m falling for you, hits you harder than it did when you heard it live.

Harry’s got his wrist resting on the top of the steering wheel, the other resting in his lap. His curls are a bit unruly from the wind that has been blowing through them, his skin has a soft tan to it. You can’t help the smile that crosses your face. Harry must see your smile from the corner of his vision because he takes a quick glance at you and returns the grin, crinkles appearing around his eyes. The hand that was resting in his lap searches yours out and you happily accept the gesture.

On this night, and in this light,

I think I’m falling, I’m falling for you.

Tangling your fingers with his, you bring them up to your mouth and press a soft kiss to the back of Harry’s hand. You hold his hand with both of yours in your lap now. The wind blows through your hair and you sing along to the words quietly and it’s not till the end of the song that you realise that Harry had been singing along as well.

It’s when Harry’s driving you back to your hotel after dinner that night in San Francisco, ‘Chasing Cars’ by Snow Patrol playing quietly in the background, that he says “I love you.”

‘Fallingforyou’ transitions into ‘Chasing Cars’ and Harry pats the open space between the 2 of you in the front seat. The traffic light in front of you turns red and you take the opportunity to slide from your side of the car to the side of Harry’s torso, his arm wrapping around your shoulder immediately. Rebuckling yourself into the middle seat, he presses a kiss to your hair and whispers “I love you” repeatedly until the light turns green.

~~~

As the speakers quiet, the track list coming to an end, Harry turns to you and locks eyes before speaking.

“Should we play it again?” He asks. Without missing a beat you press play on the stereo. Neither of you have any obligations in the morning. A late night of driving would most definitely turn into sleeping in the next morning, then spending the day reading in bed and watching silly romcoms. Driving all night sounded like the best plan in the world.

Landslide echoes through speakers and the empty roads around you, Harry’s voice quietly singing along. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of this mixtape.

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