DID and Borderline went undiagnosed a long time throughout my life and I am slowly realizing that mental health is something that needs to be normalized in every day discussion as something other than an insult or something to be ashamed of. I wanted to make a post giving my rapid changing emotions their own identities, allowing me to section them into different voices that can not only be heard and respected, but to give homage and autonomy to the aspects of my inner self that may have fronted for me during times of abuse and in short, helped me to survive. These identities subconsciously manifested based on different trials throughout my existence. Some of them I allow to front at inappropriate times without realizing I allow them to since I was never taught how to regulate my feelings in a healthy and safe manner. Without further adieu, my ✨emotions✨
Nageku
(to sigh, lament or grieve)
A lonely young man, Nageku's presence was made clear after a period of remorse and rejection. Nageku wants to set things right with those he loves but has loved incorrectly. The only way he knows how to show affection is to sacrifice his own well-being if it means providing for the person or people he once wronged, even if unintentional. Nageku was spawned from the tween years of Gyakutai, who is next.
Gyakutai
(abuse, neglect)
Gyakutai was first introduced to me at the age of 3 when I experienced physical abuse as a form of discipline. What instigated the punishment has remained unclear without closure, but my main form reassures him that no abuse is warranted. After years of living with a toxic family that blamed me for every inconvenience, I rejected the healing process of my inner child with an insatiable rage that was intended to protect us. This cause conflict in future relationships, giving birth to Haragatatsu.
Haragatatsu
(to take offense, be furious)
Haragatatsu makes up in physical strength what he lacks in mental maturity. He refuses the regret and pitiful woes of Nageku, preferring to handle any disagreement with violence. He believes his main priority to be himself but fails to realize his main fixation revolves around the opinions and criticism of others. He is fragile and temperamental, much like a child. This reflects the "damaged goods" complex endured and unaddressed by Gyakutai. Tough love is familiar to Gyakutai, making Haragatatsu the number one candidate for the guardianship of Gyakutai.
Netami
(envy, jealousy)
Netami has the strongest aura and is the most prevalent of identities. When any of my other three identities feel that I have been wronged in any way, Netami is summoned to seek justice. This individual is genderfluid, leaning heavily towards femininity. When we are upset, Netami must make it clear to those who they believe to be at fault that they will pay, often through acts of spitefulness, passive aggressive comments or playing on one's insecurities as a way to harm them. Netami takes on the appearance of an adult woman between the ages of 24-30 and arrives when Haragatatsu is not allowed by our main form to lash out with verbal or physical hate.
Kokoro
(heart, mind and wisdom)
Kokoro is a maximalist who's way of life revolves around ancient Shintoism and Buddhist. As long as he treats others with respect he is "doing the right thing." He rewards our main form often with gifts he believes to be well earned in an attempt to help our spirit. This kind gesture usually instigates a rejecting response from Haragatatsu and Nageku who both feel frivolous wants are "useless and wasteful." Kokoro speaks in a soft and slow tone, mimicking the accent of native Californians. He has a playful sense of humor and loves adventure. He is often present when traveling in a new environment where our main form may need to adjust to strangers. His failure to make our main form comfortable in the presence of others invokes Awatemono.
Awatemono
(scatterbrained, absent-minded)
Awatemono is a despicable and petite androgynous being of an unspecified age with the ability to fragment their identity into whatever they feel best suits their situation. Believing they are not capable of doing any real physical harm, they push the blame onto Netami and Haragatatsu despite the consciousness of their own heinous intentions. They believe their emotions are the consequences of others behaviors, and never holds themself accountable. When they feel attacked by the most irrational and miniscule thing, they react in fit of blind rage and excuses themself, saying "I did what I had to do. I was hurt and I am the victim, here." Often displaying a frantic disposition, they are doe eyed and worrisome and use modest clothing to not only fool people into believing their innocence but to convince themself that they could truly do no wrong when spending long hours gazing at their own reflection in the mirror. Awatemono is delusional and fears the repercussions of their actions and they are addicted to the pattern of commiting crimes and blaming them on their main form's alters.
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any new lmk hot takes 🔥🔥🔥
The LBD host - known in the active fandom as Bai He - does not need to become a major character and especially does not need to be a new member of the main cast.
Is there a lot of potential for her? Yes.
Could a lot of awesome storylines and character arcs come from her? Yes.
Does that automatically mean it’s best for the show to include those? No.
The “Embrace Your Destiny” specials really solidified a problem I’ve noticed from the beginning with the show’s writing by bringing all of the issues to a peak.
They’re trying to do too much in too little time.
In my initial analysis video of the show from when all that was out at the time was up to the Spider Queen Special, I brought up how I felt like the writers were forgetting to ‘Let your audience BREATHE’ because of how fast everything went. “Embrace Your Destiny” is the biggest example of this issue because there’s so much information being thrown at the audience that we hardly got any chance to process before the next big story-beat happened.
I could go on about that issue for forever and I’m considering making a video on it but after talking about it more than once in a server I’m in, I don’t feel it’s as big of a hot take as the Bai He thing.
The reason I bring it up, though, is because I feel a big reason FOR so many major story elements feeling rushed through is that there are too many characters that the writers are trying to develop.
Think about poor Sandy. We have three seasons - THREE SEASONS - of episodes and only ONE that touches on his character. This is made worse because the inner-conflicts we’re clued in on with him in “To Catch a Leaf” do not go ANYWHERE. I’m not saying they can’t or aren’t planning to in the future, and I’m not saying they’re required to give him a character arc for a good story (tho I could argue that it’s expected since he’s in the opening alongside everyone else and is presented as equally important), but it currently feels weird that he was so quickly regulated to “We don’t know what to do with him because we don’t have time to flesh him out at all so let’s just give him funny lines and faces while every other main character has a part in either developing their own arcs or the overarching plot.” AFTER they opened up an arc for him.
I honestly feel like if they didn’t have the time to explore his character and the conflicts he has further, then they would have been better off using that time for something else and saving the tease of his past for later.
The writers made a good call not including Red Son in Season 2.
You read that right.
Me, the person referring to Red Son as “My Dulcinea” because “Comfort Character” doesn’t do the subconscious emotions I discovered I have with him through hindsight justice and so the only terminology I can think of to do those feelings justice is referencing my favorite musical of all time that no one else has listened to in five ever and a day.
Me, the person who feels there’s so much to explore with his character and could easily find ways to fit him into the story of Season 2 narratively speaking.
I feel it was the best call to not include him.
Why? Because they didn’t have time to write the story they wanted while including justifiable reasoning for him to be there.
(Note that by ‘Time’ I’m referring to how long the episodes are and how many episodes they have. Not the deadlines to finish scripts)
If the show writers are already rushing through major plot elements in order to make sure they have plenty of time to close off Macaque’s arc (like when Red Son TOLD us that DBK and PIF ‘succumbed’ to the Lady Bone Demon and we saw NONE OF IT until they were released from her magic at the VERY END of the special which showed that Red Son and Mei had both ALREADY KNOWN THAT by the time we rejoined them as Mei wasn’t shocked to hear it) AND completely dropped/paused exploring/elaborating on Sandy’s inner-conflict that was already introduced to us in favor of having an entire episode introducing and solving a new one for Tang that we didn’t have any sign of him having before (that’s a whole ‘nother hot take)
Then what has everyone so convinced that they have time to explore possible major character arcs with the girl that was possessed by Lady Bone Demon?
We can justify it narratively and I could go on all day every day about concepts for the Fake Mayor being a past host that has been influenced by LBD for so long that he is a shell of his former self and that he and Bai He could have a beautiful bond over the understanding that no one else could possibly know what they went through better than they both do.
But does it fit in the shows genre/target audience AND do they have time?
I argue no to the latter and maybe to the former.
The girl the Lady Bone Demon had possessed will be best served as a character that occasionally comes in for some noodles (heck, I’d argue that she could work as a supporting character that is involved in some conversations about stuff going on because she’s around but still doesn’t have any full character-arcs of her own being explored in depth)
The show is adding too many characters and doesn’t have enough time to properly explore all of them.
Stop hiring more cooks.
Sandy doesn’t have room to make tea in the kitchen.
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Field Notes on Learning #01: The Creative Process
Kumusta Kaibigan?
This is my blogging era redux, sans the oversharing. However, I'm still an advocate for sharing abundant knowledge. What better way to launch this blog than to freely share information that has touched my life in various ways?
This shortlist is highly inspired by Austin Kleon's newsletter which I religiously study in my free time. Plus, having heavy Gemini placements in my natal chart, particularly with mercury in it, makes writing and sharing ideas, observations, and realizations super healing for me.
There's no particular theme to this list. Just take what you need from this it to help you help yourself. Leave the rest for the others to enjoy.
Word of the Day: Vacillate. Adding new words to my vocabulary regularly is a great exercise to improve the way I express myself whether through speaking or writing. Here's one I learned recently:
2. As a creative, it is important to regularly ask yourself "Who Do You Make Art For?" In this podcast episode (Sep 2021) by Father Bronques of Make Art Not Content, he enumerates three major stages that creatives find themselves in when asking this question. Whatever your answer may be, they're totally valid.
3 Major Stages:
First (1st) Stage: Art for Self-Expression
Second (2nd) Stage: Art for Others
Third (3rd) Stage: Art for Uplifting a Target Audience
The third stage is the completion of this cycle. As creatives, we eventually go back to creating art for ourselves but with a more meaningful purpose and audience in mind. Having this mindset allows us to have a clearer direction in regard to our creative process.
3. An excerpt from the book I'm currently reading entitled "Be Not Afraid of Love: Lessons on Fear, Intimacy, and Connection" (2022) by Mimi Zhu:
"Rage is sacred and should be honored when expressed; honoring the rage means understanding it as an emotion, not a call to be violent or hurtful."
4. The other day ago I stumbled upon Yumi Sakugawa's Instagram post on "Inspiration for Creating Structure and Systems for Your Creative Practice". It emphasizes the importance of setting the ideal space, habits, and mindset to cultivate one's creativity with a sense of discipline but not restricting the creativity itself. By having healthy boundaries, we are able to maximize our fullest potential.
5. If you're into adult cartoons, a female lead, and conspiracy theories, I highly recommend watching Inside Job (2021) on Netflix. It's very fun and refreshing to watch, and maybe a tad bit relatable if you're the eldest/only daughter or if you have daddy issues. Just recently, they've released Part 2 so I'm excited to binge on this series!.
6. Today, December 3rd, marks Neptune going direct in Pisces, a major transit in astrology. Neptune, which is a generational planet, rules the sign of Pisces. It represents spirituality and the subconscious realms, particularly our intuition, illusions, and dreams. Finally ending its retrograde, the fogginess we've been experiencing since June will transform into clarity especially when it comes to our relationship with spirituality. This major astrological event allows us to focus this spiritual clarity outwards.
Thank you for reading! Till the next. 🌸🧠
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Religious Trauma and the Fundamentalist Doomsday Cult
Content Warning: Pretty heavy discussion of doomsday fundamentalism and emotional abuse
I’ve tried writing three different topics this morning, and none of them were working out. I wanted to touch on some aspect of Christianity that I believe is failing our generation, but my brain just couldn’t make the words. In all my drafts, though, I noticed a theme. And if I’ve been subconsciously using that theme this whole time, maybe it’s what my brain wants to write about.
There are so many reasons I believe the modern church is struggling (and rightfully so), but I suppose the biggest, most obvious, one is simply that those of us who grew up in fundamentalism have been pushed away.
I grew up in a small pentacostal church (yes, the snake handling kind). Looking at it now, it feels like a doomsday cult.
Countless sermons about the coming of Christ, media hype surrounding blood moons suggesting that the world was ending soon, watch parties for Left Behind, year-long studies of Revelations, and this one man who every single sunday was possessed by the Holy Ghost to warn us: “Be ready, be ready, be ready”.
To this day, even though I don’t believe in Christianity, whenever I hear a loud sudden noise my entire body tenses in fear that it’s the trumpet of the seventh angel about to show up and prove everything I believe is wrong. Of course I don’t think that will happen. If I thought it was a genuine possibility that Jesus Christ could appear at any moment and throw my soul to hell, I probably wouldn’t have dedicated my soul to Aphrodite. But that is what effective brainwashing does. That is what true emotional abuse does, it sinks it’s claws into you so deep that your mind is changed forever from it. And, also characteristic to abuse, if I said this to any of the people responsible for it I would be gaslit.
“You’re just feeling convicted.”
This is the most insidious line in Christianity. My rational brain knows, of course, that me hearing bullshit I hate and wanting to turn it off is NOT in fact my soul feeling convicted- it simply means I am hearing bullshit I hate and I’d rather not spend my time thinking about it! But in the heat of the moment, when you’re face to face with your own mother, your emotional response is immediately guilty.
I know it’s wrong, I know it’s not true, I KNOW it’s not right: But that’s abuse. It hijacks your mind, your normal through processes, and all you can feel is conditioned sympathy for the abuser.
But of course it goes deeper than that. I’m still scarred in so many other ways.
I grew up constantly being told there was no future. To this day whenever I muse about ‘oh I wonder what this place’ll look like in ten years’ around my parents I’m met with “the world probably wont be here by next year”. Without fail. Every time. I have to actively convince them to just imagine a hypothetical scenario where the apocalypse doesn’t come tomorrow just to talk about something as mundane as “hey do you think this mall is still gonna be around?”
I thought that I would never get to discover true love, I would never get to have my first kiss, I would never be married, I would never get to be a mother, I would never even get to drive a car. Hell, I was ten years old- That mindset hit everything! I would pray to Jesus asking him to not come back until after Pokemon Black and White came out. I laid awake at night thinking, ‘oh man I’ll never get to see a Star Wars Episode 7″. I couldn’t bring myself to watch trailers for upcoming things because it’d just make me sad I probably wouldn’t get to experience them! (Now I wonder if that’s the underlying reason I don’t watch game trailers outside of E3 and actively try not to get hyped for anything).
I’ve also had Generalized Anxiety Disorder since I was 10. Yeah, that didn’t fucking help.
In many Christian circles, they just assume the end of all things is imminent. And when that is the most popular religion on the planet... Yeah! That’s how you get things like manmade climate change! That’s how you have those in power justify exploitation and colonization!
Towards the end of my mandatory church services, the pastor could tell he was losing me. To keep my attention, he offered me a regular spot to write in the church newsletter. The very first thing I wrote was titled “DOOMSDAY”, an article wherein I simply argued, “Yes, Christ is coming. But it’s awful for our mental health and makes our life decisions shortsighted if we just assume there is no tomorrow.”
Sorry, did I say that was ‘the first thing’ I wrote? That language was a bit misleading, it was also the last thing. They declined to publish it, told me to forget about the offer, and never went to me for anything ever again.
So if I wanted to profile a reason why Christianity is failing, I guess I ended up doing that. When you create an environment like that, when you operate on the basis that the world is ending next tuesday (no matter how many times tuesday comes), when you actively choose to refuse anything that even slightly challenges your world view- Yeah, that’s when your religion fails.
That’s how your weekly church article writer grows up and writes to extol the virtue of the Gods you tried to bury.
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Analyzing Dreams And Their Meanings
Dreams have fascinated humans and have been analyzed by them for centuries. While dreams might seem to be meaningless or merely entertaining, resulting from a random firing of neurons in the brain , they reveal important information about our subconscious thinking and give us powerful insights into potentials for personal growth.
Dreams carry messages from our subconscious mind and higher consciousness down to our conscious awareness. Once we get beyond the conscious mind, communication stops being linear. It doesn’t flow in sentences built out of words. It comes through stories that speak with emotions, associations, and symbols. That’s what some of our dreams are – non-linear messages transmitted through stories and symbols, and when those are interpreted, the message is revealed. When we figure out what dreams mean, we access information and guidance about ourselves and the best path forward.
So if you’ve ever wondered about how to interpret dreams, read on. In this article, we will explore what the dreams may be communicating to you and how understanding your dreams may help you on your path.
Three functions of dreams:
All our dreams are not the same. They perform different functions. Some of them simply vent out excess information we have accumulated during the day (akin to going through the mail and tossing out junk mail). When we are overloaded with information, we become tired and even overwhelmed. Releasing unnecessary information allows us to free energy and space to tackle new information in the morning. Some dreams may be predicting what is coming up in the future.
These dreams may be pointing out something of significance for which the person should be on the look-out or for which one should be preparing. Some dreams allow us to process our deepest desires and test our limits in a safe environment without bringing harm to anyone in the waking state. Yet other dreams give us a peek into the adventures our consciousness has when our body is asleep. These dreams lift the veil between the two worlds and send us home with an awareness or memory of the reality beyond our conscious comprehension.
But it is the final function of dreams that is the most significant for self-understanding and self-improvement. Dreams that perform this function reflect to us our innermost thoughts and emotions, revealing the issues that are out of balance, identifying the time period with which the issue is associated, and pointing out that it is time to release or let go of it.
Understanding the messages of these dreams can help us focus attention on the issues that are standing in our way. They provide clarity and guidance. As a hypnotherapist, I use clients’ dreams in the course of therapeutic work as notes from the clients’ personal guidance systems. Once interpreted, the dreams reveal to me what we should tackle next on the client’s healing journey. To be able to decipher dreams, we need to understand several important things about them.
How to read dreams
Understanding some important dream elements and facts can help us make the interpretation more precise. Here are some important points to keep in mind:
1. The symbols used within the dreams are unique to each dreamer:
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therefore, no dream dictionary can adequately interpret every dream. Some symbols are archetypal, which gives them a more universal meaning, but even they may mean something different to each dreamer.
For example, the sun may have an archetypal meaning of bringer of light or a life-giving force, but if the dreamer recently experienced a painful sunburn, then to this person, the sun may be representing something that is potentially dangerous if they are not careful.
2. Dreams provide time markers:
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Dreams identify to the dreamer the timeframe on which the dreamer should focus. If the dreamer appears in the dream to be the same age as in waking life, then the dream is about the present condition or present circumstances of the person. If the dreamer appears as a child in the dream, then the dream points out that the issue originated in childhood. That is where the source of the issues lies, and that’s where it needs to be healed.
3. The vocabulary of dreams is emotions:
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It is the emotions associated with each symbol and each part of the dream that string the linear interpretation of the dream together. It is the emotions that allow us to understand the true meaning of the message. For example, if the person who was sun-burned sees herself watching the sunrise and at that moment feels excited, then it could be said that she knows about a potential rising danger and is excited to face it.
On the other hand, if the dreamer who’s been sun-burned looks at the rising sun and feels nervous or uncertain, then he could be nervous or uncertain about the potential danger coming from someone in a position of power that he knows or depends on (the sun is no longer an impersonal celestial body, it is something by which the dreamer has been personally affected).
4. If dream messages are not literal, they are symbolic:
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When interpreting a dream, it is appropriate to ask if the events described in it have actually taken place in waking life. In other words, has the dreamer recenty gotten burned by the sun? If yes, then the dream is speaking about that and perhaps telling the dreamer to take it seriously and do some follow-up for the body.
However, if no such events occurred in dreamer’s waking life, all of the “characters” in the dream should be viewed as symbols and archetypes. Often, to understand a specific symbol, we need to ask the dreamer about their relationship to that symbol, “What does the sun mean to you? What comes to mind when you think about the sun?”
5.Dream messages are relevant to current events:
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Dreams that identify limiting emotions and beliefs that should be released typically show up about 2-3 days after the relevant event in waking life. So for example, if a person makes a mistake at work and begins to experience anxiety about the consequences that might come down from the administration, a few days after the mistake is made, the person might have a dream about nervously watching the sunrise.
When interpreting dreams, it is always necessary to ask what occurred in waking life prior to this dream. This allows us to put the symbols of the dream into a meaningful context. l.
6. Predictive or instructive dreams provide clues for their identification:
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For example, if a person identifies herself as being 45 years old in the dream, but she is only 40 in waking life, it would indicate that the dream is not referring to a past event. It is identifying events that might happen in or within five years of her waking life.
Dreams offer new perspectives on our lives and situations. They point us to the beliefs and emotions that may be limiting and that should be released. They offer guidance for how we should approach situations or respond to challenges. They guide us to the root of the issues to make it easier for us to release it. They teach us and inform us of future events. By offering this information, dreams serve as a powerful tool for self-discovery and personal growth. Interpreting your dreams allows you to receive direct communication from those parts of you with which you typically do not consciously interact, and this opens the door to insight and wisdom that was not accessible before.
Source : Analyzing Dreams And Their Meanings
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Week 2 - 90 Days to Higher Self-Worth
On this show, we break down Week #2 of the 90 Days to Higher Self-Worth daily workbook. I am doing the workbook with you, week by week. What I’ve learned is that self-worth can always be moved higher. As we transition in life, our goals change.
When my children were young, I was focused on providing a safe home, contributing to the family income, and being a great father. My purpose and mission changed as our kids grew up and moved out. I no longer have the demands of daily fatherhood, allowing me to explore other opportunities and dreams. Each season of life has different priorities, and we adjust to those changes by raising our self-worth to achieve the goals we want at that time in life.
Therefore, I need to walk the talk and discover my next barriers, so I am doing the 90 Days workbook with you.
This brings us to our topic of Week #2 - Confidence.
Confidence is ridiculously important to personal development. As a society, we are naturally drawn to highly confident people.
I’m not talking about boastful or ego-driven people, I’m talking about people who know they are worthy of a good life, believe in themselves, and have the mindset to pursue it.
This week, my friend Carlos called me and wanted career advice. He’s a recruiter of legal talent and finds the business tedious and unfulfilling. Carlos called me in despair - frustrated that he had wasted time and energy in the headhunting industry and was killing him.
I said to Carlos, “What would a confident person do?”
Carlos was quiet. I waited because I knew he knew the answer.
Finally, Carlos broke the silence and said, “A confident person would make a list of possible career opportunities and evaluate them.”
I said, “And then what would a confident person do?”
He said, “Probably run the list by friends I trust and get their input.”
“And then what?” I said.
He was quiet again. “I get it,” he said with a brighter tone and confidence.
“Carlos,” I said, “you know what to do. If you do not have the confidence to move forward, ask yourself what a person with confidence would do. We all know someone who is confident and believes in themselves. Ask yourself, what would they do?”
Carlos is not alone. He is like 1000s of women and men I know who know what to do but lack the confidence and self-worth to move forward.
Let’s take a minute to break down how confidence is built. Confidence has its roots in self-worth. At the base of confidence is the awareness that we are worthy of an outcome or goal. When we know we deserve the rewards of successfully achieving a goal, we naturally pursue the goal, because we deserve the rewards.
Taking mental ownership of the reward is the first step in building confidence. When I say, “I have a career I love, and it pays me well,” I imprint on my mind the positive higher self-worth necessary to take ownership of a great, well-paying career. Repeated over 90 days, my subconscious mind accepts the statement as real and repeats the confident language in my mind repeatedly, habitually, until it is real. This process builds confidence through developing language that supports forward motion and achievement.
Confidence is also built as the result of achieving goals. We write down the WINS from the prior day each day in the workbook. This practice puts us in the habit of winning, a habit most of us have never learned. The workbook helps us bring forward the positive higher self-worth emotions of confidence.
This week, write down three positive self-talk goals you want to accomplish. I want to change the language I use to describe myself, specifically as a writer. I want to change the emotions of “I am a poor writer” to “I am a good writer.” This is a simple change and important for me. Perhaps your changes are around meditation, exercise, or learning. Maybe it has to do with body image.
Be sure to write your self-talk language goals for Week 2.
I hope you find a place for this practice and develop a higher self-worth mindset. Keep the workbook nearby to add to the daily exercises as you go through the day.
Be sure to pick up my first book, The Bug in our Brain, on Amazon, Kindle, and Audible.
Finally, thank you for your support and love.
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Montana mountains are ridiculous and dangerous because they look mostly not steep but that is an illusion they're very steep and have cliffs where you don't expect
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can i request bakugou’s s/o telling him she’s pregnant? and maybe the aftermath of the pregnancy a year later with their child turning one?
one plus one, equals three
pairing: katsuki bakugo x female!reader
genre: fluff
cw: children
wc: 1.5k
an: —
you’re looking down at the test stick, a mix of emotions surfing with anticipation causing a wave of disarray in your mind. you’re biting down on your lip a bit too hard, to the point where you can feel the metallic taste of your blood on the tip of your tongue. your breath is caught up in your throat while your foot bounces up and down, awaiting for the result to pop up on the small screen of the white pregnancy test.
you’ve been awfully sick for the past two weeks. waking up only to then run to the nearest bathroom and puking out everything that you had last night, constant nausea throughout the whole day, absurd cravings at the most random hours of the day, bloating and feeling full even if you’ve only eaten the small bit of food; you’ve had enough of it.
you wanted to check-in with the doctors, but you felt like it would be too much of a hassle to go to the nearest hospital, and you’ve only missed two days of your period so you really can’t really be too sure yet. so instead of going to the doctors, you went down the convenience store, bought yourself not one, not two, but three pregnancy tests and using them.
however, while you’re waiting and zoned out in the bathroom, you fail to notice the clicking noises of the door being unlocked. also failing to notice the husky call of your name from your husband who had just arrived in the flat.
“(y/n)?” you snap out of your subconscious space when three moderately loud knocks hit your senses. you snap your neck to the doorway, panicking for a split second before you realize bakugo had just gotten home.
“i’m in here!” you say aloud, making sure he doesn’t make his way in and find the processing tests. you look down on the tests, as they’re close to finishing up. you can’t leave it now, not when it’s near down after waiting a good five minutes.
“baby, can you let me in? i have a nasty bruise on my arm.” he asks you with a hint of pain in his voice. your senses heighten, panic arising in you causing you to yelp in slight fear. “promise i won’t peak, i just really need this to be patched and i’ll be done.”
you bite down on your lip contemplating if you should let him in, or how to let him in without him seeing the test sticks. you’re thinking of just patching him outside instead, but you haven’t seen how big his gash is, so you figure you’d just have to lie about it instead.
“come in, the door isn’t locked.” you tell him, to which he complies, quickly opening the door and stepping into the bathroom. you look at him and then stare at big gash on his arm.
“jesus christ!” you exclaim, quickly grabbing him by the less bruised arm. he lets you drag him around, knowing that if he’d say something now, you’d only fire back with a nag. “what the hell happened to you??”
“sorry, there was a building that was failing apa—” you shut him up with a stern glare, grabbing the shower head and turning to to warm. he glowers down at your glare, knowing what’s coming next.
“are you kidding me?? a building?! you could’ve gotten more hurt than this katsuki!” you voice out your worries, quickly grabbing the anti bacterial soap behind him and pouring it on his wound. he hisses a tad bit, but you don’t look at him afraid that you may accidentally start crying in-front of him.
“sorry.” he mumbles, watching as you rinse the blood out. rising from your position, you walk to the nearest drawer in the mirror and look for the dressing you’ve been keeping there. however, you don’t see anything. you look for it on the second one, the third one, and lastly the fourth one; but to you concern, there is none.
sighing, you look at your husband who’s experimentally poking around the skin of his wound. “i’m going to go grab some gauze, don’t do anything stupid.” you say, before walking out of the room. bakugo watches you walk out before he can finally stand from the bathtub and go towards the vanity.
he looks at his gash at the mirror, lips pouting a bit when he knows it’s going to form another big scar. not that he minds, he has always thought about it as rewards, permanent marks of his accomplishment. he leans into the mirror before backing up a bit, his eyes catching something nearby.
three white sticks.
he looks at it from his side, it’s unfamiliar to him. his hand reaches out for one of the three items and brings the stick up to his face. the back of it is facing him, so he flips it over. and lo and behold, two straight lines are displayed in-front of him. he cocks a brow, unsure what this is supposed to be. he hasn’t seen these things in ages, so he can’t quite pick out what this is.
“hey babe?” he calls, eyes still laid on the white stick. you don’t say anything, simply choosing to step inside the open space and humming him a response. “what’s this?”
“what’s wh— oh.”
your heart drops when he shows you the positive test. your breath hitches, stuck in your throat, mind trying to form an excuse of sorts. you know that bakugo isn’t at the current state to be wanting nor needing a child, even though you two have been married for a while now. however, you don’t want to lie to him as well, you damn well know lying will only put a strain to your relationship and he wouldn’t take that well.
“bab—”
“a pregnancy test!” you say loud and fast, yelling at him almost. eyes closed while you wait for his rambling to come, wait for him to yell at you for not being careful enough. “katsuk—”
“oh god— we’re going to be parents?” he whispers, tears now pooling in his eyes. a proud smile is on his face, eyes trailing the white stick. you watch your husband, joyous as he takes one more glance at the test before looking back at you.
“baby.” he whispers, almost running towards you and wrapping his huge arms around you. you place your hands on his neck, burying yourself on his neck, his musk spreading to his nose. “i love you. i love you. i love you. god— christ i love you.” he repeatedly whispers into your ears, spinning you around as he lines up kisses to your cheek.
he pulls you away from his neck, looking into your eyes and loosing himself in all its beauty, and the beauty of its beholder. you smile tenderly at him, hand to his cheek as he presses his forehead against yours. “thank you, you’re the best. god thank you baby.” without hesitation his presses his lips against yours. and instead of giving the same intensity with his usual lip-locks, he does it softly. passionate, sweet, and slow, adoration filled kiss as he holds you by your cheek.
it takes a few more seconds of his passionate kiss before he opens his crimson eyes and look down at you before kneeling in-front of you. eyes trained on yours, while his hands press on your stomach. he smiles and looks at it, pressing his lips on the skin and rubbing it softly.
“hey little guy, it’s me your dad, welcome to the family.”
“happy birthday to you!” you finish up your song for the little man who is giggling in his seat, hands clasped as he rejoices. it’s your son’s first birthday, and he’s just as excited as you and your husband are. bakugo lights up the small candle and lets the child blow out the small flame.
“happy birthday little guy!” bakugo greets him, pulling him up from his baby seat and throwing him up into the air. the child giggles, incoherent baby talk coming out of his lips as his father flies him around. you smile at them both, taking a photo of them before settling down your phone and pressing record.
“happy birthday lovebug.” you greet the child, softly pinching his cheek as he giggles at you two. his hands fly over to you, signifying that he wants to be with you instead. you cheekily smile at your husband, snatching the baby from him.
“you like your mama better little man?” the ash blond asks, now standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
“awe, is that true little guy?” you tease your husband, smirking lightly as you coddle the child in your soft hold. “you like mama better?”
“m— p— ma-pa!”
“you just said your first words!”
you look at your husband who’s reaching out for the kid and kissing him all over the face. the little child giggles, repeating his first words again. you smile at bakugo, nearing them both and kissing your son his cheek, congratulating him and wishing him a happy birthday.
bakugo kisses the child on the cheek then kissing you on the lips softly smile present on his face while he performs both actions.
“god, i love you both, thank you for being a part of my life.”
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Todoroki Shoto - Future kids II
After deciding that you and Todoroki would be their guardians as long as the quirk kept them here, you begin enjoying some family time. But then the work studies begin again and by some unfortunate luck both you and Shoto is interning at Endeavors agency. Let's just say Shoto is not happy.
This is a continuation of my futurekids series for Todoroki, if you haven't already read part one I would recommend it-. It can be read as a stand alone, but you might get confused. Find it [here]
Shoto x f!reader
Aizawa was right, it had indeed been a long night. They had called in Recovery girl, who ended up determining that the quirk that sent the twins back in time would wear off.
Eventually.
Until then y/n was permitted to stay in the class 1-a dorms with Todoroki, since they were appointed the twins temporary caretakers. So now the three of them were heading back to the 1-a dorms, with two still very sleepy children. Midoriya was coming up with a few plans for when school started, with both you and Shoto being a hero course student things would be complicated. You looked at your green haired friend, incredibly thankful for his overthinking mind. There was also one more thing that could prove to be a problem, if the kids didn’t disappear beforehand, that is.
Next week you would start interning again, most of the students would be with the hero they had their work study with. See here lays the problem, no matter how much Shoto disliked his father he was a decent teacher when it came to his fire. Shoto was therefore doing his work studies with Endeavor, and since the pro you had your work studies with went on maternity leave last week. Endeavor, had therefore allowed you to intern with him, as long as your hero was on maternity leave. It wasn’t as if you could just leave the twins here, not to mention alone. The teachers were busy people, which was also one of the reasons that you and Shoto had been granted guardianship over your kids for the time being.
No matter, you would take it as it comes. Right now you have to get your children to bed. Your children, it was such a weird thing to say. I mean you are all just teenagers, nonetheless looking at the sleeping children in Todoroki’s arms you couldn’t help but love them. These precious children were yours and Shoto’s, and you already loved them with all your heart.
Walking into the common room of the class 1-a dorms, the five of you were greeted by the rest of class 1-a. Nobody said anything for a while, instead their classmates opted to look between you, Shoto and the twins. The curious glances, and the aura they gave off made you subconsciously step closer to the twins, and in the process standing half in front of Todoroki, lightly pushing up against him. The twins were beginning to stir in their sleep, not feeling the movement from before. Shoto didn’t notice though, he was having a hard time keeping his composure. You, the love of his life, the most beautiful girl in school and the mother of his children were lightly pushed up against him. Your chest touching his arm, sent a wave of heat to his cheeks. Blushing he turned his gaze towards his classmates, who still had no idea what was going on. First he left with two children who called him daddy, then he returned along with the school princess from class 1-b and now he is blushing. ‘Is the world ending’ Mina thought, her always stoic and blunt classmate, the unobtainable Todoroki Shoto was freaking blushing.
With Shoto turning his attention towards his glassmates, they finally snapped out of their stupor. Sending a line of quick fire questions his way, unfortunately effectively waking up the twins in the process. “Mommy what is happening” the adorable and childish sleeping voice of your son Ren rang out. Turning towards the noise, Ren sleepily looked at them rubbing his eyes with his tiny fist. eliciting a string of aww’s from the girls. Ren, ignoring that, stretched his arms out towards you, signaling that he would like to switch parents. Carefully you lifted Ren out of Todoroki’s arms, and craddled Ren to your chest. Stroking his hair to lull him back to sleep, you turned to Todoroki, hoping to gain his attention. Only to find him looking at your interaction with Ren, a soft smile splayed on his lips. The seer beauty and contentment you could spot in that smile made it contagious, and without your knowledge you copied him. The rest of the class was still your audience, and it was clear as day to them that the two of you were in love. Causing them to, once again wonder, what the hell is going on.
“We’ll explain later, Momo, can you make some pajamas for the twins ” You silently whispered, not wanting to wake up the twins again. Seemingly satisfied with your answer, class 1.a began talking amongst themselves again, quietly of course. As hero course students they knew how precious sleep was, and after the whole ordeal with the young boy crying they could imagine how tired the little fella was. Turning towards Shoto, who was lightly bouncing Reina in his arms to keep her asleep, you whispered again. “ I don’t know about sleeping arrangements, but I assume the twins will sleep with you?” He nodded “Follow me darling” The endearment slipped past his lips before he could fully comprehend what he had said, but once his brain caught up to his mouth he blushed hard. The color of his face was a serious rival to that of Kirishima’s hair, not that your face was any less red. Choosing to ignore the heat in your cheeks, you gave him a small nod and smile, motioning for him to lead the way with your head.
Momo followed behind the little family. Not a minute after they were out of earshot, the class began interrogating Midoriya since he was most likely caught up on the situation. Making some small talk with Momo was pleasant, and you speedily caught her up to date. “ So those adorable twins are yours and Shoto’s, and as long as they are here you’ll be staying at the 1-a dorms?” She softly asked, sounding suspiciously happy. Nodding as an answer. “ But if the twins stay with Shoto, where will you stay?” Momo asked, and she raised a fair point. Where were you going to stay?. “ I don’t know, I didn’t think that far ahead.” You answered her, keeping your voice low. “ I can make you a mattress along with some sleep wear, and you can borrow the room next to mine, if you’d like?” Momo proposed. It was a good offer, and you gratefully accepted it.
After setting the twins up in Shoto’s room, you were standing with Todoroki in the doorframe into his room. The Japanese style room now adorned a mattress, with two six year olds sleeping on it. “Well, good night Todoroki” You silently bid him good night, turning around to make your way to your room. “ Call me Shoto, I think we might be over formalities” He lightly said, turning back to look at the twins for a second, before turning back to look at you. You looked so appealing, the soft light cast by the moon hit your face perfectly. To Shoto, in that moment, you looked ethereal, and he couldn’t be happier that he ended up with you. “ Then call me y/n” , giving him a closed eye smile, turning back around again.
You walked a few steps, still feeling his eyes on you. Remembering his little slip up earlier, you plucked up the courage to be a little daring and perhaps teasing. Turning your head to look over your shoulder, you gave him a small smirk “ Good night, darling~” turning back, satisfied with yourself you left for your temporary living quarters. Leaving a very flustered Shoto with his thoughts’. Small flames decorated his arm as a response to his flustered state, patting them and putting them out he closed his dorm room door and went to sleep with a small smile on his face.
Waking up the next morning, you were met with three arms around your waist. None of which belonged to you, two were way too small and one was way too bulky to be yours. Your arms were wrapped around a twin each, as they slept on each side of your chest. It seems that at some point in the night Shoto had wrapped his arm around the three of you, and no matter how hard you tried you just didn’t find the situation weird or wrong. On the contrary, sleeping with the twins and Shoto felt so natural that it was borderline scary. Remembering how you ended up in this predicament, was a hard task to solve with your sleep induced brain.
Right, Ren woke up Reina because he had a nightmare. In turn Reina woke Shoto up, because she was having a hard time calming down Ren. Shoto had no idea how he was supposed to calm down the now crying twins. Turns out Reina is easily emotional, so when Ren cries, so does Reina. So Shoto’s genius plan was to wake you up, to help him deal with them. Somehow that ended up in you cuddling the kids to calm them down, and then roping you into staying here and sleeping with them. After a quick nod from Shoto, who was secretly happy he got to sleep and cuddle his little family, you all fell asleep pretty quickly.
Dragging her frame out of bed, she silently left the room. Taking the escalator down to the first floor, she was met with some of the early birds. And after Bakugou helped you wake fully up, by yelling at you demanding answers as to why you are here in their dorms at 6 in the morning. You began on breakfast, as it would take a bit longer now that you had to make 4 portions. Humming to herself she failed to notice the increasingly growing crowd, having no idea how loudly she was humming. Only when she was done, turning around with a plate in each hand did she notice the crowd. Slowly they began clapping and showering her in compliments for her voice.
Standing to the side was Shoto with his content little smile. He had woken up a bit when he felt a cold spot on his arm that previously was warm, slowly cracking his eyes open and he noticed your absence. Carefully tucking the twins in again he began his quest on finding you, his first stop was the common areas. He bore witness to your little unintentional concert, completely mesmerized by the way your hips swayed to the beat you were humming. Slowly, subconsciously, he came up to you and put his arms around your waist, nestling his face in the crook of your neck.
You were picking up the other two plates of breakfast, when you felt the arms circling your waist followed by a face nuzzling your neck. It was odd, you had only spent one night together, and you were already acting like a married couple. It should have freaked you out, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. In this very moment with Shoto cuddling you and hugging you from behind, while you had breakfast ready for the four of you, you’d never felt more loved and at home in your life. His hair was tickling your cheek as he nuzzled his face more into your neck. Patting his head slightly, you tried to get out of his grasp. But would he allow that, nooooo, instead he tightened his arms around you, lips ghosting your neck. “ Sho, I have to wake the twins up before breakfast gets cold'' Kissing your delicate cheek he slowly let go. Sitting the two other plates down, you make your way up to the twins.
Entering Shoto’s room, the sight that greeted you was so wholesome you just had to take a picture. The twins were hugging each other, their cheeks squished together. Easing your way over to them, bending down to kiss their cheeks and lightly shaking them awake. Reina sat up first, shortly followed by Ren, both rubbed their eyes with their tiny fists. They were simply adorable and you had to fight away the urge to squeal in delight. “Breakfast is ready, my cuties” You said softly. Both twins stretched their arms towards you, silently pleading to get picked up. Rolling your eyes you picked them up, balancing on your forearms letting them hug your neck for more balance. Reina pressed the buttons in the escalator, since your arms were noticeably full.
Sitting Ren next to you, and Reina next to Shoto, you began to eat your breakfast. Talking about what you were going to do today, as it is a Sunday and the only day completely free before work studies starts up again tomorrow. The twins wanted to go to the park, and so it was quickly decided what you were going to do today. After breakfast you dressed the twins in some clothes that Momo had made, so you didn’t have to worry about going shopping.
Together you made your way to the park, ignoring the stares from the onlookers. The twins held hands, with Ren holding your left hand and Reina holding Shoto’s right hand. The four of you took up the entire sidewalk, but you didn’t care. You children were happily chatting with their dad, while you kept aware of your surroundings. Arriving at the park you and Shoto took a spot on a nearby bench, while the twins rushed towards the other children. It was clear that Reina was the more confident of the two, from your spot on the bench you could see that she was the one to initiate the twins joining the others.
While her attention was on the children, Shoto's was on her, the beautiful woman beside him. Inching closer to her, he debated with himself if he would be too forward if he put an arm around her shoulders. He couldn’t understand how he could be so bold this morning, because now he was a nervous wreck. It didn’t make sense to him, putting his arm around your shoulders wouldn’t even be half as daring as his stunt this morning. ‘I don’t think she’ll mind, if she did she would have pushed me away this morning right?’ He thought to himself. Deep in thought he didn’t notice that he subconsciously put his arm around you, he only noticed when you leaned on his shoulder. “ This is nice, '' She said softly, and Shoto couldn't agree more.
*Click*
You spoke too soon, the unmistakable sound of a camera going off brought you to that conclusion. Surveying the area with your eyes, you spotted them. There were about 15 reporters, pointing their cameras towards you and Shoto. You tensed against him “Shoto, there are around 15 reporters photographing us at 4 o’clock” He subtly looked the way, and sure enough he spotted them as well. “ You want to make a run for it ” You nodded against his shoulder. “Let’s meet up at the ice cream shop between 4th and 6th ” He gave a small hum of confirmation.
Standing up abruptly and making your way over to the twins, you took one each and they said goodbye to their playmates. Holding Ren to your chest you began walking away from the park and towards 4th, footsteps following a few meters behind you. Spotting a crowded area, you made your way in between these people, while also explaining to Ren why you were half speed walking and half running. Spotting an abandoned alleyway, you swiftly made your way down it. Effectively shaking the reporters off, but somehow you still felt their eyes on you. Fairly certain that you had shaken them off, you chose to ignore the feeling of being watched.
Standing in the shadows was Dabi, his eyes following his ears towards the sound of someone entering his alleyway. He had just finished a job and was taking a break, when he noticed who had entered an alleyway. It was a teenage girl with a child around the age of 6-7 years old. Normally Dabi wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate people if they saw him, but for some reason he did this time. Maybe it was the fact that the boy looked like an alternative version of his youngest brother, or maybe it was the fact that the story the little boy was telling the girl sounded like something straight out of his life. “Uncle Touya is super cool, even if he used to be a villain. Daddy said that it was Grandpa Enji’s fault he ended up a villain anyway. I wanted to be like uncle Touya, but then I got my quirk and it was like Grandma Rei’s, so I can’t make flames like he and Daddy do. But that's okay, 'cause mommy and daddy love me anyway. ” So for perhaps the first time, he ignored them and went on his way.
Listening to your son talk about his uncle Touya was wholesome, but Ren unbeknownst to himself also just ratted out one of the most wanted villains. The description of Dabi matched what your son was saying, and now that you think about it his wanted profile says cerulean eyes. The classic Todoroki eyes should have given him away sooner. Deciding that this information was something that you couldn’t come out with was hard, but something must have happened. Something good since Ren said that he used to be a villain, past tense. Figuring that everything would work out the way it was supposed to, you finished making your way to the ice cream shop.
Standing in front of the shop was Shoto, and a very excited Reina. The little redhead was bouncing in Shoto’s arms, and that only intensified when she spotted the other half of the family coming towards them. Together the four of them went into the ice cream shop, and agreed that it would be best to head back to UA. It was Shoto’s turn to cook today, so of course he had bought all the ingredients a few days ago, he was going to make Soba for everyone.
Shoto had gotten a scoop of vanilla and a scoop of strawberry per the twins request, so that his ice cream and hair would match. The twins got some kind of kiddie ice cream, it was rainbow colored and they were very pleased with their choice, if their delighted faces said anything.
Walking back into the 1a- dorms, ignoring the glances of the few curious that were lounging around the common areas. Shoto began dinner, with two very eager spectators. You sat down on the couch and talked with the Dekusquad girls. “ Isn’t it weird becoming a mom overnight like this?” Ochaco asked. “It should be shouldn’t it?, but I don’t feel like it is. Maybe I just have a strong maternal instinct” You answered her shrugging your shoulders. “ What about your relationship with Todoroki, you seemed pretty cozy this morning *kero*” Tsu pointed out, making you blush and stutter. Leaving the laughing girls behind, you went to the kitchen to see if Shoto needed any help.
Somehow it seemed the twins had smoothly talked their father into letting them help him. So now the twins were cutting the vegetables, while Shoto was cooking the Soba noodles. They were clumsy with the nice, but avoided cutting themselves. You had a sneaking suspicion that this wasn’t the first time they’d managed to weasel their way into a kitchen, for two 6 year-olds they were way too proficient in a kitchen.
Dinner was delicious and filled with light chatter and by the time that everybody was done eating, nobody even batted an eyelash at the twins' presence. You and Shoto had answered all their questions to the best of your abilities. Afterwards they began questioning Ren and Reina, you ignored them out not wanting to have your future spoiled for you. “ Do you have any siblings?” Kirishima asked, snapping you back into the conversation. “ Reina excitedly began nodding, making her red locks fly all over the place. “ Yeah, mommy told me and Ren she was pregnant, but she still hasn’t told daddy yet” she said with a bright smile, though she began frowning towards the end of her sentence. Everybody turned their heads toward you, “ don’t look at me, I’m not pregnant. The future me is” It was like they forgot, because when you mentioned future you, they all had an oh, right I forgot look adorning their faces.
The rest of the evening wasn’t eventful, and the twins somehow roped you into sleeping with them and Shoto again tonight. From the start this time, and so you slept on the left side of the bed with Reina next to you. Shoto slept on the right side of the bed with Ren next to him, which made the twins sleep together in the middle. Sometime throughout the night, yours and Shoto’s hands intertwined on top of the twins.
Monday came around, and the twins were still here. So over breakfast you and Shoto had to discuss the issue at hand, what to do with the twins and work studies. “ Sho’, we have to take them with us, the teachers are busy and they are our responsibility.” You tried to calmly reason with him. “ No, absolutely not! I am not letting my snowflakes near that burning piece of trash.” He sternly said, even if he didn’t yell it certainly felt like he did. “ So, what’s you plan then? And for the record they are our kids, not just yours Sho” You bit back, not breaking eye contact. Shoto looked away first with a scowl, you had a point. Nobody he knew could take the kids, and so he was left with no choice but to accept it. Frowning you stretched your hand over the table, and put it on top of his. “ Sho’ I know you don’t like it, and to be frank I don’t either but there is nothing we can do about it”. Shoto turned his hand up and interlaced your fingers, feeling a little better. “ Does this mean we get to see Grandpa Enji?” The twins asked in unison, sparkles practically in their eyes. You and Shoto shared a look before nodding, gaining excited shouting from the twins, probably waking the rest of the dorm residents.
Together the four of you took the train to Endeavour’s agency, only being stopped 3 times. Considering the reporter fiasco yesterday, to say you were relieved would be an understatement. You weren't sure if the twins were used to publicity or not. Arriving in front of Endeavour’s agency, you and Shoto shared a look, before intertwining your hands. You need all the emotional support you could get, and you had an inkling that Shoto felt the same way. The twins ran in front of you, and looked around the place in awe. Turns out that you were more nervous than you originally thought, because you were squeezing the life out of Shoto’s hand. But who could blame you, the situation was a bit bizarre and Endeavour is an intimidating man.
“Grandpa” two childish voices rang out in the big office belonging to Endeavour. Everything stopped, Endeavour and his sidekicks stopped talking. The silence was broken when two young children tackled Endeavor, and hugged him tightly. The two small children were grinning, yelling Surprise. Following the two young children was his youngest son Shoto, and his new intern y/n. They were holding hands, and looking at the children in his arms with a bit of uncertainty.
“ Ren, Reina, let go of Grandpa, remember you aren’t born yet and Grandpa is not briefed on the situation.” his new intern exclaimed. “Right sorry mommy, sorry grandpa” The redheaded little girl said before both the children left his arms. Endeavour watched them carefully as they hugged his new intern, she still hadn't let go of his son's hand. It was clear that they were the parents of these two children, but how it happened and why he wasn’t informed he didn’t know. Dismissing his sidekick, he turned his attention back onto the teenagers. Lifting a brow “care to elaborate” he pointedly glared at her.
Shoto, sprung into action, and relayed the story to the number 2 hero. From the start on how he met Reina, to how he met Ren and how you bumped into him and Midoriya on their way to Aizawa. How Recovery girl had said the quirk that had done this would wear off eventually, to yesterday and how they couldn't leave them alone. “ So father, meet your grandchildren from 15 years into the future” He pointed towards the twins, who were hugging each leg of yours.
After the initial shock wore off, Endeavour was surprisingly understanding. He told them that they would train instead of going on patrol, so they could look after his grandchildren. Both you and Shoto were shocked at how easily he slipped into the grandpa role, even though considering how fast you slipped into your parental roles it really shouldn’t have surprised you. He was playing with them, showing them what he could do with his flames. Reina copied him, while Shoto and Ren played with their ice. They even ended up having an art competition, with Reina and Endeavour carving wood with their fire. Shoto and Ren on the other hand made an ice sculpture, and in the end you couldn’t decide who won.
Some time after when the twins were just playing with each other, and you and Shoto got some intense training, a sidekick came to report to Endeavour. They left for Endeavour's office. You and Shoto took this time to regain your breaths, sitting down and cuddling a bit. Your back was up against Sho’s heaving chest, his arms around your waist as you rested your head against his shoulder. “ Mommy, Daddy I feel funny,” Ren said. Standing up you go towards your children with Sho’ hot on your tail. Reaching a stop in front of the twins, you reach out to put the back of your hand on his forehead to check his temperature. When your hand reached his forehead, it went through. What? Coming to the conclusion that the quirk that sent them here in the first place, was probably nearing its time.
You turn to your children, and slowly they begin fading. “ Bye be careful our little snowflakes, mommy and daddy loves you” Shoto said, his tone melancholic. The last thing you saw was them nodding before they disappeared before your eyes. Turning towards Sho’ you embraced each other, silently crying. You had grown attached to your kids in the 3 days they had been here, you could feel Sho’s tears fall and land on your neck. After some time Endeavor returned, confused as he looked around for the twins. “ Where did my grandchildren go?” he demanded in a gruff voice. “ They went back to their time sir” You politely answered him, drying your eyes. Endeavour's eyes widened a fraction before returning to their normal size“ Well then bring them back” he suggested. Immediately you and Shoto separated, and blushed furiously. How could he say that with a straight face, you were only teenagers for All Might's sake. You’d see them again in the future, with that you continued the day with a small smile.
We’ll see them again someday.
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Separation, Connection - [1/2]
Pairing →Bucky Barnes x Reader
Characters → Marvel Characters
Summary → Your friendship with Bucky deterioates when you catch him in a compromising position with a fellow agent.
Word Count → 2.3k
SSB2021 Square Fill → “God I hate you” - @star-spangled-bingo
AFG Square Fill → “What the fuck am I seeing?” @anyfandomgoesbingo
Warnings → 18+. Angst, Heartbreak, Jealousy, Swearing
Betas → @kalesrebellion // all mistakes are my own.
A/N → This one was sitting in my WIPs folder for ages, and after brainstorming with @writethelifeyouwant, this 2 parter was finished! Ps. I know I haven’t updated Worst Idea Ever in a while and I’m sorry - I’m just very stuck with it atm, the plot and majority of the story is planned out, I just can’t seem to fill in the blanks.
Firefly’s Masterlist
You and Bucky were close, and there was that little thin line between friendship and something more. Nothing had happened but, god, you had wanted it to. The secret crush you harboured for your teammate, your friend, had only grown over the years. Everyone thought you would be good together, commenting on how well you got along, that friendship was an important part of a relationship. Both of you rolling your eyes and laughing at their comments.
When you finally gathered the courage to tell him how you felt, you saw him with someone else. They were at the back of the training facility; the team were in a simulation of a terrorist attack on Paris and once the time on the training session was called, you stumbled across them.
They were just out of sight, hidden in a dark corner. And it wasn’t just a casual embrace. They were having sex, he was fucking her, hard, up against a wall. You froze at the sight of his bare bottom clenching with each thrust and the blissed-out look on her face. What the fuck am I seeing?! Heart shattered, you fled from the room without a sound, not wanting to disturb them or for anyone to see you crying.
It hurt too much to be as close to him after that, you consciously decided to withdraw from the friendship. Not going straight to him when entering a room or staying in bed instead of heading to the rooftop where you’d usually wander at five in the morning to talk with Bucky, putting the world to right.
And of course, Bucky noticed. It had been a week since you had joined him for a midnight chat in the kitchen. He was missing his best friend. He wanted to share his life with her, and she was nowhere to be seen unless someone else was in the room.
Bucky knew it was a bad sign when you chose to sit next to Wanda, not sandwiched between him and Nat, on movie night. He felt alone in a room full of friends, as they watched a film about a love triangle set in England. It was supposed to be funny, but Bucky didn’t hear the jokes, let alone the punchlines.
Nat had realised something was wrong too. She saw the dark circles under your eyes when you drained the coffee from the cup in the morning and the puffy redness from crying in the middle of the day. She had detested the way you and Bucky were before, it was like a pair of magnets drawn together, a connected ribbon, a gravitational pull. But now? Well, you were repelling within a few meters of one another, and she hated that even more.
“What did you do, Barnes?” Nat whispered harshly, eyes still on the film.
“Nothing.” Bucky looked over to you, sleeping with your head resting on Wanda’s lap.
“So why is Wanda looking at you like that?” She raised an eyebrow.
Bucky lifted his gaze, saw the fiery red eyes staring back at him as she stroked your hair, a soft red mist falling over you. He frowned at the Sokovian and tried to talk telepathically but she shook her head and looked back at the television.
On autopilot, you ran from your room to his bedroom door, knocking until the screams died down. Long ago, you’d learnt to not enter the room until he’d settled down, had the bruises to your neck and dealt with the guilt-ridden expression on Bucky’s face for weeks.
Pressing your ear to the door, you could hear Bucky moving about and slowly pushed it open so as not to startle him. A soft glow from the lamp at his bedside welcomed you in, he'd stacked his pillows against the headboard with his knees drawn up and resting his head in his hands.
“Hi, Buck. It’s me.” You spoke softly, his head and eyes shot up to meet yours.
You walked over and sat at the end of the bed, averting your eyes to the floor and fingers fiddling with the edge of a blanket, waiting for him to respond.
“What did I do doll?” He croaked, fingers running through his hair, his knees dropping down.
Your heart raced and you were certain he could hear the harsh thumps, but your voice remained steady, “It's nothing, just need a little time to process some things.”
“You normally come to me. What's different?” His voice was strained, thick with distress.
Standing up, you walked towards the window, arms wrapped tightly around your torso. You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face, but you remained focused on the navy sky fading to blues and oranges with the sunrise.
“I can't this time Buck, I need space. I need space from you.” With each word, your heart fractured along the lines you’d attempted to piece together with being away from him.
“Get out then, just leave me alone.” His tone was now harsh, stronger than before.
“God, I hate you.” Without a final glance, you left the room. Your heart in tatters once more.
Once in the safety of your room, the sob heaved out of you. Bucky had disregarded you so easily, he let you go without a second thought. And you didn’t know what was worse; what you saw a week ago or what he just said.
Bucky finished his 76th lap when someone caught his eye. It was you. His best friend. The one he stupidly let go of. It had been three months since he'd told you to leave, and you hadn't gone back on his word.
Of course, Bucky was just as stubborn and hadn't approached you unless it was work-related. But there was something different about you. His eyes focused on the man you were standing with, and how you glowed, and Bucky just couldn't stand that you were feeling that way about a random recruit and not him.
“She used to look at you that way.” Wanda’s voice echoed in his head.
He scanned the field and found her figure leaning against a tree, shading herself from the summer sun and a book in hand. Bucky grabbed the small towel and wiped away the sweat, swigging his water bottle, then joined her on the grass.
“What are you talking about? She’s never looked at me like that.” He gestured towards you and the agent.
Wanda chuckled and shook her head, “You're not blind, or stupid, Bucky, she adored you. Still does, even though I wish she would get over you.”
His brow creased. “She wanted space, ended our friendship.”
Wanda’s eyes flashed red, “And you broke her heart.”
“Show me.” Bucky held out his hand, pleading with her, “I don’t know what I did wrong.”
“I can’t Bucky. It's private, she would never forgive me.” Wanda shook her head and placed her book in her lap, “I've seen what she's done to you, I'm not going to lose her too.”
Bucky sprang to his feet and kicked at the grass. “Then just tell me what you know. Just something?” He turned to face you, hands on his hips as he tried to think of what he’d done.
“Paris terrorist simulation,” Wanda stated without emotion.
Bucky turned around, seeing nothing but a neutral expression on her face. The simulation had been a success, the whole team had done well but he hadn’t seen you at the debriefing. Steve said you were exhausted and needed to rest.
“What about it?” asked Bucky.
“Don't deny it. I saw it, I felt it. She had no chance of blocking me from that pain.” Wanda stood up, eyes flickering red, “you and that agent. I thought you were better than that Bucky.”
“Shit.”
Bucky knew exactly what Wanda had meant before she explained. Shame coursed through him; he'd broken your trust by not telling you about the agent he’d been hooking up with. Honestly, he didn't want you to know, didn't want you to judge him for the flings he had. Subconsciously, he knew that was what your distancing was about because he hadn't seen her again or hooked up with anyone since.
All he wanted was you back in his life; he was going to make it happen.
Wanda smirked, shaking her head before walking ahead of him, “Best get a move on Barnes, she’s not thinking of him in a platonic way.”
Bucky’s jaw clenched and he strutted towards you, determined to get you back.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder and he could only hope you still felt the same way.
You couldn’t believe Bucky dared to pull rank on you in front of another agent. That he had the gall to do such a thing after he told you to leave him alone, how he betrayed your trust as a friend and unknowingly broke your heart.
You stormed down the blurry corridors as anger took the form of tears. Your whole body tense and determined to get away from the assassin on your tail. People parted like the sea as they saw your strut and scowl, you scoffed at their reaction and thought, this must be what it’s like to be Bucky on a mission. Using it to your advantage, you managed to pull someone by the arm and into the path of the Winter Soldier.
While you sprinted away, you glanced back and spotted Bucky helping the woman to her feet, apologising profusely and then realising it was the agent you had caught him with. Your blood boiled as you pushed through the door to the stairwell, it slammed against the wall and probably damaged it, but you didn’t care anymore.
It wasn’t until the breeze hit your face that you realised where you were. You’d come to the rooftop, the exact spot that you’d air all your worries with Bucky. It was the place you’d first bonded outside of the team.
A hand dragged down your face and your shoulders slumped. You spun on your heel, ready to escape when you stopped short. There he was, blocking the doorway. You groaned, of course, he knew exactly where you’d go even before you did.
“I just want to talk.” Bucky quietly spoke, a hint of a question in his tone but a statement all the same.
“I’ll scale down the side of this building if I have to.” You stepped back towards the edge.
Bucky growled and walked towards you, “would you quit being so stubborn and dramatic for one second?”
“Just leave me alone.” You threw his own words back at him, stopping him in his tracks.
At that moment, you could see that Bucky realised how hurtful those words were, but you weren’t going to console him anytime soon. He should suffer for how he spoke to you and for never attempting to speak to you until now.
Bucky slowly circled you towards the edge, his eyes focused on you while you turned in tandem following his moves. He reached the railing then settled down into a seated position, legs hanging over the side, his chest against the metal pole.
“Are you going to join me?” Bucky’s gaze now on the horizon.
With a roll of your eyes, you sat beside him, but at least a metre apart, you couldn’t get that close to him. He was too intoxicating, and your emotions were incredibly high, even if they were full of anger and hurt, and you didn’t trust yourself not to succumb to his charm.
“Are you going to talk then?” You sassed back at him.
“I’m sorry for what you saw. You shouldn’t have seen that.” Bucky didn’t hold back, “I was going to tell you, I just thought you’d judge me.”
“I’d judge you. For sleeping with a colleague. In the middle of a training simulation?” You scoffed, “You didn’t tell me about her. Or anyone else for that matter. Natasha filled me in on all your little late night rendezvous when I was on missions.”
“I didn’t mean to.” Bucky knew he’d not win this conversation and scrambled to bring it back onto his side, “you were away, and I needed something, someone.”
“So, you used them and used me too?” You glared at him.
“That’s not what I said,” Bucky seethed, annoyed at the way you were twisting his words but not surprised with the pain you felt.
You continued, ignoring his comment, unable to stop the words falling from your lips, “I gave you emotional support. Watched you cry yourself to sleep after a nightmare, held your hand when you had a panic attack during a mission.” You shook your head at him, “I just wasn’t good enough for the sex part.”
Bucky held your chin and pulled your face to look at him, “You mean more to me than that. I just didn’t know how you felt. If I’d had known-”
You jerked away from his touch, it felt too nice, it felt like home, but you weren’t ready to fall back into this friendship. He knew how you felt, and you weren’t ready for his rejection. You still needed your space.
Swiftly, you returned to your feet, brushing down your trousers and hands, “Thank you for your apology, but I can’t forgive you.”
Bucky stood up and watched you begin to leave, “I’ll do my best to make you see how much you mean to me.”
You paused in the doorway, but you had to be strong, to carry on walking away, you couldn’t let him hurt you again. It was time to move on.
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Sweet Dreams- Boxer!Paz x Baker!Freader
Inspired by the events of Foul (following straight after) and the Boxer Din AU created and written by the wonderful, amazing, brilliantly talented @djarinsbeskar!
WC: 1,641
Tags: 18+, mentions of smut, its a smutty AU ya'll know the drill, sickeningly sweet fluff
I have been driven to write this to deal with all my Paz thots- it will become very clear that I make up for the fact that I can't write hot smut by writing the softest shit.
Excuse the lack of editing, also, its quite the mess x
After Din had stormed off with his “not-girlfriend” at Avika, Paz was more than ready to go home right then and there, thoroughly unwanting to deal with the feral frenzy that Din had stirred up in and out the ring. But there was no doubt that there would be more calls for blood. And even if that weren’t the case- even if Din wasn’t on the lists tonight- Paz had to stay.
It was his job after all. And one he enjoyed more often than not.
But when he thought about you, Paz’s priorities became trivial- like dust in the wind.
He hadn’t been dating you for long but he already knew that he was in deep. To Paz, you were the one that hung the stars in the sky; you, a hardworking baker with a smile that made his heart ache and hips that made his cock twitch. It was love, the realest he’d ever found, and every day he swore his gratitude to whatever force had sent him to you.
It was almost a taunt to watch Din leave Avika with his “not-girlfriend” tucked into his side- he’d been disqualified from any more fights that night but he couldn’t look any less content about it- when Paz had to stay behind with nothing but the thoughts of you waiting for him back at his place to keep him company.
To pass a bit of time between the words that were being exchanged between Boba and Din’s opponent’s trainer, Paz checked his phone- his mood instantly brightened when he saw a notification from you.
From: Sugar Cookie💖
Hey babe, I just got home.
Did you feed Kitty yet? He’s begging me for food rn but I know he’s probs got a full belly and is just being a little gobble guts lol.
sent 4:13am
I gave him a tinyyy bit of kibble to hold him over in case you didn’t. Kitty knows I can’t resist him.
Sorry for messaging you at work btw. I know you’re busy xx
Love you xx
sent 4:19am
Paz checked the current time. 5:30am. Shit. He must’ve missed the buzz of the notification amidst the chaos. Usually, your shifts at the bakery ended closer to midnight but he knew you to be a hard worker, proud of the bakery you ran by yourself, and always likely to get caught up in a task until it was done to a high standard. It was just another thing for Paz to love about you.
His thumbs hovered over the reply box; you had probably already gone to bed, exhausted from your own long day of work. He couldn’t bring himself to disturb you but he pushed past that doubt a second later, typing out a response, softened when he reread your messages about his kitten.
“Vizsla!” Boba’s voice pulled him back into reality. “Are you listening at all? This does concern you.”
Paz managed an easy half-lie, fingers tapping away as he switched contacts and began typing another message, “I’m sending Din a text- trying to figure out what started all this.”
…
When Paz finally did get home it was pushing 8am. Expecting to find you curled up in his bed, comfortably asleep, he was shocked to see you as soon as he opened the door to his apartment. You were propped up against a wall of cushions on his couch with a book resting in your lap and his kitten snoozing on your chest. Head thrown back and peacefully still, he could tell you were fast asleep.
Just the sight of you, the shape of your body outlined by the drape of the blanket that was thrown over you, your features illuminated by the warm light of the lamp, the splay of your hair over the pillows- just looking at you relieved him of so much of the stress he had carried home. His eyes traced over your form, picking out the dip and curve of your hips, and he was struck again with the amount of love he had for you. He still couldn’t believe how quickly he had developed such deep feelings for you but that fact made them no less sincere. The softness and simple intimacy (whether that be primarily sexual or emotional) that your company alone promised never ceased to amaze him.
Trying to be as quiet as he could manage, Paz shut the door behind him, put his backpack down by the door, and crossed the room to kneel down at your side. He considered leaving you there for the rest of the night- if he did he could go take a nap and then come back and wake you up by eating you out before making you breakfast- but ultimately he wanted to, needed to sleep next to you… and he couldn’t manage that on the couch.
He got the best sleep when you stayed the night, your chest made a far better pillow and your arms though relatively small provided him with so much warmth that he would be more than content to sleep without any covers (which happened sometimes when you hoarded the blankets).
Paz let out a silent sigh and reached out to stroke the hair away from your face. You stirred in response and he leaned in to press a kiss to your nose, “Hey, baby, it’s just me.”
You let out a soft moan, eyes scrunching up before blinking open, looking up at him blearily, “Paz~”
His heart could have burst at the sound of your gentle voice laden with sleep. Carefully so as not to disturb your place, Paz eased the book from your fingers. The exhaustion was palpable on your face, the weight of many hours of work pulling at the edges of your eyes. “I thought you’d be in bed by now.”
You eased yourself up on the cushions, one hand bracing the kitten against your chest. “I wanted to stay up for you. I didn’t mean to doze off.” Fuck. Paz was slipping his arms under you faster than you could process and when he stood you were tucked against his chest, kitten, blanket and all. You didn’t even seem bothered by the shift, curling your fingers into the neckline of his shirt. The simple touch drove him wild- the burn of your warm skin against his throat like a blowtorch- and the fact that you seemed oblivious to that only made him ache for you more.
When he had gotten you halfway to the bedroom you spoke again in that voice that threatened sleep, “I would've been able to stay up for you if I didn’t have to spend three hours on a last minute order for a wedding cake.”
Paz opened the door with his hip. “You don’t have to say yes to every job you know.”
“I know- but the couple was so sweet, I couldn’t say no. Plus they paid me double and half on top because of the short notice.”
He laid you out on the bed and replaced the throw blanket with his thick quilt, kitten moving to curl up beside your head on the pillow. The comfortable setting was luring you quickly to sleep again but you were still determined to see him next to you before you shut your eyes again fully. When he didn’t immediately join you, you frowned.
Paz eased the crease in your brow with a kiss there, “Don’t pout, sweetheart. I just gotta take a shower.” He could have skipped one for now, knowing you wouldn’t protest his sweaty skin, but he wanted to be rid of the flecks of blood that had stuck to him, everything that had stuck to him from that ring, before he touched you. You started to protest but Paz silenced you with a searing kiss to your lips, “I won’t be long, I promise.”
If he had thought you would be back asleep by the time he finished he was fooling himself. You scooched backwards on the mattress and petted the space you made in front, “come here.”
Paz went willingly, instantly. He eased back the covers and shuffled in next to you, clad only in a pair of boxers, hands instantly finding your skin to greedily palm the warmth that radiated from you. You cozied up to him just as naturally, arms wrapping around his neck so that he could tuck his face against the crook of your neck. With the covers pulled over the both of you, Paz felt surrounded by your presence and it calmed any remaining stress he had.
Although he had reprimanded Din for taking a violent approach to defending a woman’s honor, Paz couldn’t deny the fact that he’d be just as likely to take a similar action if anyone spoke about you like that- just thinking about those vile, entitled words directed at you made his jaw clench subconsciously. And yet just as soon as that anger stirred up in him, it dissipated again, soothed by the thump of your heart against his chest and the delicate fan of air you puffed over his damp skin.
He was reminded of the first time he told you he loved you; not long ago, in the middle of a good hard fuck when he had you by the hip, lost in the emotion of your eyes to the point where his confession had come out as a babble that became a mantra that he punctuated with each thrust of his hips. You had been on the verge of tears then, overstimulated and shaking, when you returned the words to him from your own lips: I love you too.
“I love you.” Paz whispered.
You snuggled against him tighter, a sleepy sigh escaping you when his hands ran up and down your sides. “I love you too.”
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14 and jk pls
okay bestie, 14: sleepover and decide to play t or d BUT WITH A TWIST. I got inspo from the CUT game Truth Or Drink, but anyways. hope you like it. omg I’m scared
summary: you’ve been friends with Jungkook for months now, a severe thunderstorm and a drinking game blurs the lines between friendship and more.
warning(s): mature language, college friends, drinking, jungkook is a bit flirty, some of the questions are dirty, implied smut, friends with feeling. Plot with little porn.
truth or drink | jeon jungkook
- “The weather app sucks ass,” he huffed, staring out the window into the thunderstorm waiting for him outside. His eyes shifted down to the app, which changed from a warm night to showcasing clouds of gray and thunder on his screen.
“Severe Thunder Storm warning, if you are from any of the following districts, blah blah blah, remain sheltered from the time being until 6:45am the following day,” you read the weather alert out loud. Jungkook looked back at you, “Um what? I live clear across town, how the hell am I gonna get through that?”
It was true. Your dear friend lived far from your place, and the original plan for the two of you tonight was to study for your Psych exam and then go out for drinks with your friends. It had already been a struggle trying to get him to study, but now he was in an even worse mood because you weren’t going to be able to go out drinking. “Just sleepover crybaby,” you rolled your eyes making yourself comfortable on your couch, “Let’s drink or something.”
“Just us two?” He gnawed on his bottom lip nervously stepping away from the window and looking down at you, “Won’t it be boring?”
“Jieun’s got some drinking games here somewhere, check the media console,” you instructed him, stretching lazily as you pushed yourself up again, “I’ll go find something to drink for us. I think we still have some bottles of Soju laying around.”
“Truth or Drink, what the fuck is that?” Jungkook asked, scooting next to you on the coffee table as he held a little white box. Upon opening it he was met with four different card deck boxes, he read them carefully, “Which one should we do?”
He read the box, Last Call, eyes skimming the quick summary on the back, “Warning, do not play these questions unless it’s very late and you’ve got nothing to lose. Let’s play this one. Wait but it says three or more people.”
You poured Soju into two small glasses, “Yeah it’s to help find winners because the dealer has to choose between two answers. But let’s just play it a different way, there’s usually two questions on a card, we choose the best one, ask the other person and if they can’t answer they drink. And then we can ask the second question if we want to.”
“I need a beginner’s drink real quick,” he chugged down the liquor set in front of them, urging you to do the same, “I want to go first. I just have to pick a card from the pile and ask you?”
You nodded, setting two small piles on the table and waiting for him to decide which one he wants to ask. His eyes widened, “Oh fuck, these questions are heavy. First one and it’s already a lot. Um anyways,” he shook his head as if giving himself motivation, “Does our relationship bring out the best in you? In me? If not, why?”
You thought about it for a moment, “I think, we bring out the best in each other. You’re my best friend and you make me laugh easily and always make me feel comfortable and not a lot of people make me feel that way. I do think I am a better person because of our friendship.”
He wiped at his eye, pretending to shed a tear, “That was beautiful. Okay hurry up, ask me something.” He set the card to the side, waiting patiently for you to choose one. You laughed reading the question, “Who is in control of our relationship?”
“Fuck you, you know you are,” Jungkook huffed crossing his arms in front of him, “Everybody calls me your little puppy. I have separation anxiety it is not my fault.” The two of you chuckled, you watched him reach into the deck again, brows arching as he read, “What am I the most ignorant about?”
You debated answering. There were a few things your friend was ignorant about but you weren’t sure how to say it. In reality the two of you had barely been friends for a little over a year and though you hung out all the time you weren’t sure you were ready to have any deeper conversations. You reached for your drink, taking a drink swiftly ignoring the way his jaw dropped to the floor, “Don’t play with me, answer.”
“I can’t,” you shrugged, “I already took a drink. It’s Truth or Drink, not Truth and Drink.” He leaned forward a little, pout evident on his face, “Please. Please just answer this one. This is the only one I’ll ask you to do.”
“Fine!” You groaned throwing yourself back onto the pillow you set behind you, “I think you can be ignorant when it comes to your looks.” His brows furrowed, turning toward you, tempted to lay down as well. “I mean,” you thought for a moment, “Everyone knows you’re an attractive guy, except you. You’re always complaining about being single or lonely. And I know a ton of girls who’d kill to go on a date with you.”
“Wait,” he shook his head trying to process the information, “You think I’m attractive?” You rolled your eyes, sitting back up with a sigh, “That wasn’t part of the question. My turn.”
You sighed, reading the question out loud, “Do I often seem like I’m being fake?”
He thought for a moment, “Yes. Sometimes I feel like, you don’t really want to be friends with me, or that I annoy you and you just don’t know how to tell me to leave you alone. Or that you just keep me around because you’re bored.”
“Aw,” you frowned, “Oh my god, Kook I’m sorry I make you feel that way. I promise our friendship is 100% real and I am not being fake about it at all.” He smiled widely looking over to the other decks, picking the red one up, “Extra Dirty, let’s play it.”
“No,” you groaned as he changed the mood in the room rather quickly with his distracted mind. He ignored you reading the summary, “Sex, drugs, and rock n roll. All the questions your dark subconscious wants to ask your friends. Yeah let’s play it, the other deck was getting too emotional, can we do this one instead?”
“Fine but if it’s anything too weird I’m just drinking,” you told him. He nodded understandingly as he reached for a card, choking on his own spit for a minute before an evil smile came to his face, “What’s something you wish your ex would have done sexually, but didn’t?”
Fuck. Of course he’d be smiling at this question. Jungkook absolutely hated your ex boyfriend, Hobi. He thought he was rude and sexist and you had to agree just a little. You were friends with Hobi now but he wasn’t the best in a relationship. “Fuck,” you bit your lower lip in concentration, “I’ll tell you but this stays between you and I.”
He stuck his pinky finger out, locking it with yours as he waited eagerly for your answer. You weren’t going to pussy out of a question again so you were just going to say it. “He could never make me cum from eating me out, like never, not even with his fingers,” you hurriedly covered your face with your hands embarrassment filling you as it sat quietly on Jungkook’s end. The breakup was fairly recent so it was still a little awkward and the few hook ups you ve had since then sucked ass. “My turn,” you reached for a card taking his silence as a sign of awkwardness.
Huffing, you read carefully, “Do you find me physically attractive? What if I bat my eyelashes like this?” You did as the card said, batting your lashes at him with innocent and big eyes. He sat for a moment, “Most definitely, he said quickly grabbing another card, “You’re unbelievably attractive. Anyways.”
You could see his tongue push against his cheek, brows knitted together, “What’s your most complimented anatomical feature as described by your lovers?”
You chuckled lightly, “Realistically? Probably my chest.” You caught the way his eyes lingered down for a moment, face softening as he nodded his head. You giggled looking down at the card you just picked from the pile, “Are you loud during sex? Demonstrate with a dramatic interpretation of your signature sounds.”
“I’m drinking,” he mumbled but you shook your head laughing. “No no, you had me answer a question after I drank so I’m gonna do the same. I really want to hear what you got.” He groaned, covering his face in his hands, “Give me a minute, let me take this drink first.”
“Okay so,” he cleared his throat, “I wouldn’t say I’m loud, but I’m not quiet either. I think it also depends on what we’re doing. I’m louder when I’m getting my dick sucked, and it kinda sounds like, um,” he paused for a second. Breathing getting heavier as he began to show you, his mouth fell open, small whines leaving his lips followed by a couple grunts, “Fuck! Okay I’m done. Let me pick a damn card.”
You bursted out laughing as his ears turned a dark red. “It’s getting serious,” you giggled not noticing the way his embarrassed expression turned into a sly smirk, “Got your ass bestie, now it’s your turn. Give a passionate example of your dirty talk.”
You threw yourself back dramatically, debating on taking a drink or not. He smiled, “If you drink you’re a pussy.” “Fine hold on,” you say up scooting closer to him. Clearing your throat, you touched his shoulder lightly, bringing yourself closer to his ear too scared to say it loud so you chose to whisper instead. “You have really pretty hands Kook,” you started. He tensed underneath you for a moment, “I wouldn’t mind having them wrapped around my neck here and there.” Maybe it was the liquor already in your system but this wasn’t as embarrassing as you thought it’d be, and the goosebumps on his skin were making you want to say just a little bit more before it ended.
“And your fingers are so long and pretty,” you looked down at his tattooed hand, “I wonder how they’d feel all over me— Okay I’m done! My turn,” you grabbed a card, ignoring his silent stance. “If we were in a porn together, what category would it be under?”
He cleared his throat sitting straighter as he recollected himself, “Probably something along the lines of, ‘College Hunk Destroys Bratty Girl’ yeah that’d definitely be it.”
“You’re annoying,” you rolled your eyes as he went on for his turn, reading it loudly, “Are you a good kisser? If so, demonstrate.”
“It does not say that,” you muttered. You knew for a fact it didn’t. When Jieun got the game the two of you read every card in every deck and none of them were that suggestive. They said crazy things but nothing that involved intimate physical contact with someone else playing. “It does,” Jungkook said as matter-of-fact. “Okay then show me where it says that.”
“No.”
“Then you’re a liar,” you reached for the card but he held it away, “If you’re a bad kisser just say that Y/n.”
“I’m not!” You whined stretching forward for the card, hand pushing in his knee. He smiled at you, holding the card high as your faces were just a mere inches away from each other, “Well then demonstrate or take the L.” You sighed, hands using his legs to push yourself forward. He stared down at you, arm slowly lowering but his grip on the card was tight in case you tried snatching it out. You looked down at his parted and waiting lips, debating if you should actually go for it.
You were both a little tipsy, and you could always just blame your kiss on the alcohol. It wasn’t like you never thought about Jungkook in that way but you did your best to keep it as a simple friendship. Getting the courage, your back arched slightly as you leaned up to connect your lips with his softly. It was a soft kiss, his lips mets yours immediately going in for it. It wasn’t anything special but he was very obviously a good kisser. When you felt him dip in to further the kiss you attempted to pull away, his following lips going after you. Before you could catch your breath after your separation, his hand dropped the card, Both hands flying to your jaw and cupping your face in his hands as he pulled you in again.
You fell forward, hands gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. His large hands were soft, the pad of his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he pushed his tongue against you. You opened your mouth a little more allowing him access. Your could hear buzzing in the back, but as you tried to pull away, Jungkook only held you closer. You didn’t mind though, if you would’ve known kissing your best friend felt this good, you might’ve tried it sooner. His hands trailed down to your waist, pulling you swiftly onto his lap, as he leaned back against the legs of the couch. You pressed yourself closer deepening the kiss as your hands grinned onto his hair lightly. His hands brushed your sides and under your shirt. His cold hands on your bare stomach surprised you, the hand gripping a lock of hair pulled causing him to let out a breathy groan.
He pushed you down onto the floor, hovering above you as he wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands pushed your shirt up, kisses trailing down your jaw and neck, “If you don’t want this, tell me now because I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”
“I want you,” you told him as he looked down at you with doe eyes. “I want you too.”
yoongi: i got locked out of my place. ur at y/n’s right? can I come over?
yoongi: hellooooo
yoongi: ANSWER YOUR PHONE
yoongi: if I catch a cold I’m suing fat
A/n OKAY LISTEN. I wanted to put smut in but I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable with that so I chose not to. I hope you like it, and I can always do a Drabble with smut if that’s something you want. Thank you for requesting bestie, and DONT BE SHY
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What to Do?: Chapter 4
One, Two, Three, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten
Summary: Logan realizing that his first mistake was seeing the other sides as anything other than coworkers. They weren't a family. They didn't even like each other. How had he not realized sooner?
Warnings: General Angst
Word Count: 2,411
Janus raised an eyebrow at the side in front of him, with his arms smoothly crossed over his chest he was certain that he looked like an almost imposing figure to the side who had dared to come onto his side of the fold. From the looks of it they didn’t even have the gall to be nervous, or in the very least sorry that they had woken him up so dreadfully early when he could have at least slept in for another three or so hours. He’d barely even had enough time to get dressed before he’d been called, let alone enough time to tell Remus where he was going.
“Well well… Look who it is,” Janus preened, clearly acting like he didn’t even have his morning makeup on and that his dark circles clearly weren’t on display for the whole world to see. “To what do I owe the untenable pleasure, of having you in my presence dearest Loga-”
“Logic.” Logan cut in, before Janus could get through another singular letter of Logan’s name. “It’s Logic now.”
Everything that Janus had prepared came to a screeching halt, all the monologues that could have bothered Logan and every philosophical quote that he had on the tip of his tongue, all of them, were swept away in an instant. And in that moment, he was left speechless for what felt like the first time in a very very long time. Right now, he felt very out of the loop, and like he had missed something dreadfully important.
He did not like it.
Janus blinked down at Logan, “What?” He almost dumbly asked.
Logan smiled, and that alone made Janus feel as if he had just walked right into a trap of his own making in some way. It was a polite smile that just bled the fakeness of a modern setting, of a cubicle worker who was seconds away from slamming a clipboard on another co-workers head if they invited them to their baby shower just one more time. Except Logan’s smile seemed to lack that last part, with every inch of face to his eyes just oozing that politeness of a work setting. This in no way felt like the Logan that he had benched for the trial, and this did not feel like the Logan he had gotten out of the way so that he could take his place when it came to talking some sense to Patton.
Logan shuffled the papers in his hands, forcing Janus to break the open stare he’d had on Logan’s face back down to his hands. “I need these filled out by next wednesday if you could, I could possibly give you until thursday, but it has to be done within the week if things are to go smoothly.” Logan held the papers out to him expectantly, “Understood, Deceit?”
The papers that Logan held out to him went untouched as that one word hit Janus like a punch to the gut, and it took conscious effort to not touch his chest just to be sure that he wasn’t physically hurting from some invisible hit. He could feel his face falling, into a look of shock, hurt, and unease before he managed to school his expression into one of abject emotionlessness before the other side could truly see how it had made him feel. It honestly surprised him, with just one simple word… Logan had managed to wound him in such a way.
“Excuse me?” He asked softly, but it was so very clear that underneath that softness, a fierce anger only sparked by his hurt was bubbling just below the surface. “Could you repeat that?”
For a long moment there was nothing, as Janus looked down at Logan. He fought the urge to tap his foot impatiently, as he waited for something.. anything really that would explain as to why Logan was acting like this, or even just talking like he was. It made something infernal in him want to rage and snap like he had at Roman, but for his own sake he held off but he wasn’t going to for long… not if Logan used that word again when he well and truly already knew Janus’ name and knew that he could use it.
Was he doing it out of spite? Or just to piss him off and see him lose his composure?
Why even come here to give him stupid paperwork of all things if he was going to act like this, didn’t he know that the way to get anyone to do anything was to not make them angry?
Had… had something happened with him and the other sides?
“What are you doing Loga… Logic,” Janus quickly amended the moment he saw Logan’s mouth about to open to correct him. “You know that this isn’t you… so what are you doing acting like this? You aren't fooling anyone.” And then a bit more softly he added, “Are you okay?”
There it was.
Something in Logan’s expression softened slightly, maybe it was his eyes or the fact that his firm and fixed polite smile fell away just slightly… but clearly enough for Janus to spot it.
“I…” Logan’s hands dropped down to his side, the papers hanging loosely from his hand, “This is the way that it has to be… with everyone. I can’t be the Logan that everyone wants from me anymore, that’s the version of me that the others… and you walked all over to get what you wanted out of me. I have to be like this, because if I don’t then they won’t listen, and if they won’t listen… then nothing will get better for us or for Thomas.” For what felt like the first time in days, Logan felt like he was wearing his heart on his sleeve. “And if that means treating every single one of you like you're just my coworkers, instead of people who are supposed to be my friends, and people who are supposed to care about me… then that’s something that I’ll have to do.”
Logan’s mouth opened again, but this time no words came out. He was running out of things to say, and ways to explain his thought process. It had all seemed so clear to him when he had been inside the imagination, but now… now it was so hard to explain things and explain just what he was trying to do.
The actions seemed easy though, or at least they should have been.
He had never known that cutting himself off from everyone would have been so hard...
“You’re upset though,” Janus cut in almost immediately, he didn’t need a built in lie detector test to tell him that. Logan wore it like a wet coat, as if it troddened him down with every step that he took. The others probably couldn’t see it through their own sadness, but Janus could… he always could. “How long exactly are you planning on keeping this up, Logic?”
If it was possible Logan tried to look everywhere but at Janus, for the first time since he had seen him everything seemed to weigh down on Logan all at once. The slump of his shoulders, his messy hair that was brushed just enough to be out of his face, and his red lips that he had clearly been chewing and gnawing on. A bunch of bad habits all rolled into one logical side, and for a moment it almost seemed like Logan would succumb to them.
But then his shoulders straightened, and that look of pure determination lit up like a fire in Logan’s eyes.
“For as long as I have to.” Logan stubbornly returned, It doesn’t matter if this upsets me or not, if this makes things run more smoothly… if this will make them finally listen to me and take what I am saying seriously… then I don’t care. I really don’t care if it hurts them or me, it will make things better…”
Eventually...
The word went unspoken on Logan's tongue, and honestly it had taken every part of him to not talk to the others during dinner, and even more of him to not look at their faces. He knew that had he looked at them and seen their expressions or even just knew how they were feeling, then he would have broken and all of this… all of his grand statements about how they treated him and what he wanted would have been swept away like dust.
Janus was right, he misses them… god did he miss them. Even this, just talking normally to someone like Janus felt good to him, like a soothing aloe on something that burned inside of him. It was so dreadfully boring talking professionally all the time, that even this… was almost relaxing for him.
But this was the way that it has to be unfortunately, for him and them as well.
Taking in a deep breath, Logan fixed that same polite smile he'd had with the others into his face. "Now if we're done here I have to get back to work. Have a swell day… Deceit." It felt like he was lugging concrete with the effort that he took to turn his back to Janus, and even more to not look at the other side's face.
A face that right now was a mixture of regret, and numb horror.
A sour taste curdled in Janus’ mouth and swept all the way down to his stomach, he could only stare at the place that Logan had once stood with an empty expression. He felt like sinking down to his knees, and just curling up and feeling nothing so that he wouldn’t have to face any of the turbulent emotions that were sweeping through him. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t be allowed to falter over this, especially when it came to one of the light sides and the things that involved them.
Pressing his hand against the wall, Janus allowed himself a moment to slump against it, his head thudding against it solidly.
Was this his fault?
Yes. His mind answered him easily, he had dabbled in the business of almost everyone of the sides just to be able to get his foot into the door when it came to getting Thomas even close enough to accept him. He had known that Remus didn’t particularly care whether or not he was accepted, but Janus had cared… he had wanted it so damn much. Just to be able to help and to possibly rub it in Virgil’s face that he was helping in ways that the anxious side said that he never could do. This was his fault, whether he liked it or not, and…
He was going to have to find a way to help fix it, or at the very least deal with the idea that he had caused it.
With that in mind, he made his way back to the subconscious.
“What’s kraken Jan-Jan?” Remus spouted from somewhere in the corner of the living room, Janus didn’t really know as his feet shifted lifelessly forward.
His entire mind was numb, and the only thing he could really focus on right now was getting back to his bedroom and doing something… anything really to take his mind off of this new development that had happened. His mind felt like it was falling into the pit of a blackhole, stuck in one place but still being pulled in no matter how much it felt like he wasn’t. He shouldn’t care this much, he shouldn’t care this much about one of the only sides he had continuously messed with finally having enough of him. He shouldn’t care about just what Logan decides to do with himself, or with any of the others.
But…
“Deceit.”
Logan had called him, and he honestly hadn’t expected that one word to hurt so much. It felt like a barb being dragged over his chest, digging in deep and cutting him in places that he hadn’t even been aware of. He had gotten so used to using his actual name, that hearing his title had felt like a slap to the face.
Least of all from Logan of all sides.
“Janus!” Remus snapped loudly, sounding as if he were right behind Janus now rather than off to the side like he had been just a moment ago. And before Janus even knew it he was being tugged back by his middle, almost stumbling on his way back before he felt Remus’ hands on his shoulders steadying him for a moment. “You know that I don’t like being ignored… especially by you.” Remus grumbled hotly, a somewhat bothered look in the creative side’s eyes, and underneath that… an almost worried look in his dark eyes. “What’s going on?” He asked once more, as he scuffed his foot irritably against the floor, almost like that of a bull getting ready to charge.
Looking down, Janus noted the green sash that had been looped over his head and around his stomach, that Remus had used to practically laso him and then drag him back away from his room. It’s pressure firmly fixing him to the present, and making him think about what had happened and the consequences that would unfold from both his doing as well as Logan’s. Of course Remus would be the one to make him think about it when he really didn’t want to… that was what he did best after all. It was oddly his worst and his best quality that had slowly endeared Janus to him, not that he’d had much of a choice with how clingy Remus had been in the past.
But looking back at him, Janus felt himself sigh deeply.
He couldn’t not tell him.
“It’s…” Janus struggled for the right word. “Weird.” He lamely finished.
With a tug from his sash Remus stubbornly led him over to the couch, where he forced Janus to sit down before plopping himself right on top of Janus’ lap.
“What a coincidence!” The creative side crowed, “I’m perfect at weird things.” There was a challenge in Remus’ eyes that told him to just try and get his way out of this one, they both knew that there was no way he was squirming his way out of this one. And especially not with Remus right there. “So go on… talk.”
And so Janus did.
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[The Venom Within] <- read part one here.
Description: The events that soon followed your emotional downfall turns dark and horrifying after Hydra gains possession of your freedom.
1/2 of part 2
Warnings: Abuse. Kidnapping. Angst.
Disclaimer: In this story' venom has no conscious and is simply just the readers alter, or the readers inner thoughts and insecurities. This takes place after civil war time. So Endgame and Infinity War never happens.
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You huffed inaudibly, hearing your stomach roar from starvation for the fifth time this minute. You had only gotten twelve blocks away from the tower, which was still very much visible when you turned back. Annoyingly so, you tried to avoid any peripheral contact with it, in fear of changing your mind and running straight back.
Even trying your very hardest to block out any childhood memories spent there from coming back to you, as the last thing you needed was for more tears to be shed. You felt eerily deprived of sensation, and you didn't know if it was because of the cold New York air or the fact that you left a part of you behind back in that tower. The one capable of deciphering the many layers of the overwhelming apathy you ever so felt reside within you.
The one able to comprehend and break down your other feelings that remained intacted, yet almost seemed brain dead. As if not computing the sitution that had happened moments ago, defying how your tense heart truly ached. Feeling as though you were just a walking body, an empty shell of the person that once was. You knew your inner subconscious was protecting you from added trauma, and was doing the best thing it could by preventing you from feeling the complexity of it all and only allowing minor details to slide. As said feelings would only send you into a spiralling depth of anxiety.
And only god knows what would happened if your emotions alone suddenly decided it was time to have a panic attack at this very moment. Despite being greatful for the somewhat unorthodox coping mechanism that was forced upon you, you were at war with yourself. Almost angry that you couldn't process the overwhelming wave of sensations, having to submit to the black cold solitude of your mind till your brain finally decides to open up and evaluate just how badly the damage was to your mental health.
But till that happens your soul was left to wonder and yield in confusion instead of settling on one dependent emotion....
You were conflicted to no doubt.
You were angry yet, if tried hard enough and dug a bit deeper, pass the wall you built around your heart, you found yourself strangely at peace. Contradicting the forefront frustration you had with the profound perplexity of the situation, confusing you once more. As a part of you almost beams at the sudden calmness that over came you, in contrast to your outbursts merely an hour ago.
Sure, you felt a myriad of miniscule emotions coincide you, tiny enough not to affect you in any way shape or form, or take away your apathetic structure, (thankfully so). And you knew that you were definitely far from okay as of right now, especially since you were somewhat going through an existential crisis. Yet in a funny defiant kind of way you were fine. It was as if your amygdala had froze, preventing you from registering everything that had happened. Forcing you to rerun the moments leading up to here in order to get to the bottom of what your true emotions and opinions were.
You made it out of the tower unnoticed, given the fact that you dressed a lot more muted than you'd normally do. Nobody would think that it was Y/n Stark under the hood of one of Steve Rogers' old jacket. Your clothes weren't exactly ideal, but you were in no position to complain, you acted in a panic and grabbed whatever was on the way to the exit.
That being Natasha's grey hoodie and Steve's oversized leather jacket. Both laid untouched, draped over the abandoned conference room chairs. You saw it the moment you stepped out the elevator, peering through the glass walls just to confirm whether it was really their's. It was a given that the room hadn't been cleaned out yet, being that it had been months since anyone has been in there. But then again, only a few people had conformation to that area of the tower.
Without thinking, you had scanned your hand onto the access pad, and before you knew it, the glass door slid open. A decision you silently curse yourself on now for doing, since there was no doubt about it that Friday had already informed your dad that your last digital encounter was going into that room. You knew how incredibly smart that AI was, so you even made it an effort to take the route with less cameras. Even purposely running around the building, going to useless area's to confuse her in the future before sliding pass an unsupervised emergency exit.
Despite the fact that it was 1:30 AM, the streets of Manhattan was as lively as ever. Though there was a lot less traffic at this time of the night. It gave you comfort to know that you weren't completely alone walking the streets. You may be skilled in hand-to-hand combat, but at the end of the day, you were still a girl, and that fact alone made you a clear target for some.
And you doubt you could put up much of a fight, especially with how starved weak (and not to mention injured) you were. You had to be weary of who was around you at all times, stick to crowded areas yet be inconspicuous enough not to be spotted by cameras. As you knew for a fact that Friday was most likely scanning the area.
Though despite how stress driven the situation was and how fidgety you felt, you weren't completely wandering lost, you had a destination set at mind and it gave you all the hope that you needed to keep moving onward. That location being the small little Chinese restaurant tucked away at a back alley passage seven blocks away from where you were. As you were quite close with the owner, being a regular weekly. So you knew for a fact that if you asked she would let you stay for a couple of days without hesitation. The small cozy family owned business reminded you so much of your old home, back when you still lived with your mother.
After that night- or more so week spent with Tony, your mother had decided it would be best to stay put in China for a while. Delusions of starting something more than just a hook up with the oh so' brilliant Tony Stark flooded her mind. She wanted to be at arms reach for the man and stay exactly where he left her. Tony told her multiple times over the course of seven days that he'd be back for her, but he never came back...
As weeks went by your mother had come to the realization that those words were merely nothing but empty promises and drunken slurs. Thus feeding her resentment for the small little child that grew inside her. You weren't a native of China but you were born and raised there up until age eleven or twelve, when your mother passed from cancer. Your childhood for the most part was dry and barren of any affection, having to submit and be degraded to being your mother's personal maid. Despite the mistreatment you had to endure, you couldn't exactly complain because you weren't exactly suffering. You had a roof over your head and all the food and water you could ever want, not to mention access to education. From a young age you had always shown signs of carrying the infamous Stark gene, harboring a profound skill to grasp and master any subject thrown your way. At the age of only six you were already capable of speaking three different languages; English, Chinese, and French. You had all characteristics of being a Stark.
Except of course the looks.... Which was primarily why Tony didn't believe you were his child to begin with. You knew from the age of twelve that you looked more like your mother rather than your dad, but the contrast was blatantly eye striking next to the man whom was supposed to be your father. You had your mom's features more not to mention her complexion, being that your mother was [your race].
(If you're white then imagine y/n is paler or tanner than Tony, I'm Asian so....)
You had never forgotten the most pivotal and accurate representation of your relationship that unfolded the day you first met...
🕸🕷🕸
You ran towards the man stood a few feet away from you, letting go of the woman's hand. Your face beams displaying a blinding smile as you ran towards Tony.
"Dad!"
You screamed in joy running towards the male engulfing his mid waist with your arms. The man looked down at you in a fright, his brows furrowing together as he looked at the Stark family lawyer and the social worker.
He gently yet assertively pulls your arms off of him, not sparing you a glance as you looked up in question.
"Are you sure she's mine?"
Your heart drops at that moment as all becomes clear... The smile no longer present on your face as you looked down and distanced yourself away from Tony. Something no one took notice of.
"We've already done a DNA test on her sir and she's yours..." The social worker lady spoke timidly, clutching her files tightly.
"Well do two more tests, god damn it!"
Tony screamed causing you to flinch slightly. A prickling sensation of shame washing over you as you watched him begins to pace, rubbing his face with the palm of his hands in distress.
"Come here sweetie, let's go get you something to eat, you must be hungry from your flight."
A woman with ginger hair spoke lightly as she forced out a smile, extending her hand for you before glaring at the man when you took her hold.
"I want a cheese burger...."
She nodded briefly, pulling you away from the scene and straight towards the elevator.
🕸🕷🕸
And at that day was when you realized that things were only going to get more complicated from there. Because the first moment that you both met, he had already decided that he didn't want you.
Though contrary to his primal feelings, you were very much aware of your fathers attempts in searching for you, even though it had only been forty five minutes since the fight. It was reassuring but, you weren't in the mood to awe about it. You were still mad at him, and had zero plans of forgiving him any time soon. Or returning any time soon... You wanted him to worry and loose sleep, it was petty but it would be a mere compensation for the suffering he put you through.
You brush pass a halted group of people, no more than twelve, lightly shoving pass them irritably. Slightly annoyed with their odd behavior, as they all seemed to be watching something you couldn't care less about. You let out an inaudible scoff, as you walked passed them. Your attention devoted to unwrapping the bubble gum you had in hand. Harshly shoving the minty treat into your mouth before putting your bandaged hands into the pockets of the leather jacket. You heaved in relief, finally giving your roaring stomach a somewhat rest after fourteen hours of starvation. The gum was probably months old by now since you found it in Nat's hoodie, but you couldn't care less. It was only meant to sustain your hunger for twenty more minutes.
You walk at a leisurely pace, stopping slightly to push the pedestrian button at the cross walk. You watched as multiple cars pass by, rolling your eye irritably as you hear the crowd of people gasp in awe again. You normally weren't so easily agitated, but you're currently having a hard time figuring out just what your new normal would be from now on... Tapping your foot on the concrete pavement, you wished time would speed up.
"What do you think is happening up there?"
"Who knows"
"Maybe he's just testing out his new suits.'
With that, you freeze all movements. It was as if everything stilled at the command of one word. You were scared shitless of all the possibilities it could be, not knowing whether you were willing to look or not, but your anxiety was killing you. Feeling it increase at every breath, taunting you like marionettes on a string, dearing you to look, only to scream no just afterwards. With an in take of air, you pushed back those thoughts and slowly, you turned to view what all the fuss was about. Gasping in shock and horror at the sight infront of you.
He was insane.
There stood the Stark tower tall and proud, being lit up like a firecracker with multiple yellow streaks of light ejecting from the building. It looked as though hundreds of missiles were being fired into the air, contrasting the twilight sky. Even with the skyscrapers that surrounded the tower, the sight demanded all the attention. No, those weren't missiles...
They behaved too smart to be simply just that. And you knew better than to dismiss them so easily. Multiple flew in every direction, some swirling around the tower, and others going straight up. There was at least two or four going north and south, while a dozen takes off headed east and west. It looked as though someone was celebrating New Years early, and doing so extravagantly, except it was the middle of fall...
The sight was beautiful you couldn't deny that, but you were confused as to what exactly that could mean. Was it meant for you? Was he calling you back? Was that his version of an Amber alert? Or maybe they celebrating that you were finally gone... Images of Pepper, Tony, and Peter celebrating your leave quickly flash through your mind, stabbing you in the back ones more. Quickly, you shake them out of your head, returning your attention once again to the event in front of you. Your brows pulled together in question before it officially clicked. Hitting you hard like a brick, demolishing the wall of protection you built around yourself to stop the flood of overwhelming emotions. Feeling a small tug in your chest, the numbness that guarded your heart slowly dispersed as anxiety crept up your spine.
He had unleashed the entirety of his Iron Legion's to search for you.
All 108 suits....
Without thinking, you quickly crouched down, seeing one flying low into the street, right towards you. Your hood fell from a gust of wind as your hair blew all around. You screw your eyes tightly, covering your ears at a loud swooshing sound invading your eardrums. Thankfully, it flew pass you. You ignored the cheering of the crowd, quickly trying to run and sprint into an underground sub station. Turning back one last time, only to be greeted by more iron suits taking off from the tower. You frantically focusing your eyes, seeing a blue and red figure swinging from a far.
Peter....
As luck may have it, he swung left, following a completely different road.
And with that, you ran. You ran as fast as your feet could carry you, frantically looking for the 99th street substation opening so that you could hide underground.
Cut short gasps of panic erupt from your mouth as you hurriedly ran across the street. You closed your eyes tight, feeling tears forming and falling down your face. Oh no, not now... Cold frost bitten air hits your skin as you maneuver yourself around bystanders. Not now, not now, not now. The tears fell more frequently as you squeezed your eyes shut once more.
You were not going to send yourself into and anxiety attack, not now, and not because of this.
Your running comes to a halt as you stand exactly where you're supposed to be, eyes quickly looking around in search for the station opening.
There!
In a fright, damp cold sweats engulfs your body as you enter and ran down the steps, out from above ground sight. You jump over the turnstile, panting from the tiredness as you took note of how soar your legs were becoming. You gulp, chest rising and falling rapidly as you looked around to see if anyone saw your odd behavior. And to your surprise the station was completely empty, odd... Though that could very well be because the scheduled 1:40 train had just took off fifteen minutes ago. You moved with hesitation and weariness as you looked around for any person in sight. Silently, you plopped yourself down onto a steel bench, trying desperately for your breathing to calm down.
You didn't know how long it had been or how much time passed since you've sat down, but you stayed put fidgeting for what seemed like hours. Your thighs bounced anxiously as you kept an eye out for any short of movement, the dimly lit grimy station gave you an on edge feeling and it didn't sit right in your stomach. You felt like you were being watched from all sorts of corners and you shook it off as anxiety but something told you to stay guarded.
Your ears would perk from time to time, hearing loud gusts of winds and cheering from above ground, ensuring the fact that your father's search party wasn't going away anytime soon.
You hear movement coming in, snapping out of your haze as you felt a presence sit beside you. You peer up meekly in curiosity before gasping in shock and horror at who the person was.
Brock Rumlow....
"Long time no see little Stark." He spoke voice raspy and sinister as you cringe at the sight of his face. There, half of his profile was burnt and agitated red as one of his eyes was completely titanium white, you figured he was blind there. Wanda really did a number on him as you all suspected that she had killed him....
Little Stark.... That was something only Fury called you...
You swallow in fear as you notice five more men appearing suddenly. You suddenly felt incredibly hyper aware of the situation, your vision tunneling as your heart rate increases. This was really happening...
"I've waited a long time for this kid... knock her out!"
Before you could scream in distress a throbbing pain consumes the back of your skull, and then everything turned black...
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I owe you guys an explanation, and to put it simply, I was depressed and felt unmotivated so I took a lot of time to myself... I wasn't aware that so many people were expecting a follow up to a stupid little story I had written in April... I am without of words and am absolutely overwhelmed by the amount of support and love you all have given me. Yet the feeling of being pressured to write came with the notion of so much positivity, thus tainting it. I can't promise when the second half of part two will come out, but know that it is coming......
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PAIRING: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader
WORDCOUNT: 7k
RATING: nsfw ⛈
GENRE: smut!
WARNINGS: slow burn, swearing, kissing, no intercourse, foreplay, car sex, little bit of degradation, a littleeee rough!
⤷ SYNOPSIS:
as though fate had its worst intentions, bakugous car had broken down on the way to your high school reunion with you in the car as well. GREAT! Not only was it getting dark and chilly, you were also in the middle of nowhere... That really didn’t ease the atmosphere, especially when Bakugou was already hesitant on lending you a drive to the reunion. But with the discomfort, there always comes a way to ease it ;)
AUTHORS NOTE:
a special thanks to @laylahoran for not only helping me proof read and pick out the title for this scenario BUT also for just being there to support me through out this whole thing! Literally the purest friend🥺🥺💕💕 ilysmmm!!!
Also, this is my first detailed smut imagine so sorry if it’s a bit sloppy :(
Life after high school proved to be a lot more different than expected. For starters, after having moved to find better work opportunities in the city, you found yourself deprived of nearly all social interaction with your previous friends. Yes, you still caught up over text and call, but it was safe to say it was not quite the same. Not only did the hectic schedule of working for a hero agency clash with your friends’, when you were on your days off all your friends seemed to be busy with their own goals of becoming high ranking heroes. You sort of started living a more solitary lifestyle, a drastic change from your previous one.
So when you flopped down on your couch, your body sluggish and desperate for sleep after a bustling day of work, you felt suddenly energised. Eyes wide as you could just barely believe what you were reading. An email had illuminated on your phone screen, reading the following:
“Greetings class A!
It has been nearly a year since we have all graduated and I’m in complete aw as to how far you have all come :)
On a more dejected note, however, we have all seemed to grow more distant due to our work. I have missed you all dearly and believe the connections we all formed are amazing experiences we should not forget about!
Though we may have kept in contact here and there, it’s evident that we all have been lacking. This is why I have taken it upon myself to set up a reunion party!
More information is soon to be delivered in the next email, and I’m super excited to hear from you all.
Arrangements with your agencies will take place as soon as confirmations come through.
You’re previous classmate,
Tenya Iida”
As though your prayers had been answered, you were greeted with that email. Now, this was an offer you couldn’t pass up! Without hesitation, your fingers started typing away at your phone, the pads of your fingers darting across the glass as though they had a mind of their own. You were determined to go, excitement flooding your sense at just the thought of the whole event! As your eager fingers hit send on the email a sudden thought crossed your mind.
Shit...
You hadn’t thought about it previously, mind racing and occupied with the general idea of a reunion, how were you going to get to the location of the party?
As said previously, life was not as expected after graduating, and though heroes lived a life with above-average pay, bathing in luxuries at times, it all took years of experience. No way could you have reached such a high status having worked for less than a year in this field. With the lack of money to your name, there were no chances of you owning a car at this very moment in time. Maybe public transport was a good option? But the delays, need for time arrangements and the entire coordination of your journey was already giving you a headache. The travel aspect was less than fruitful.
But you were going to get there one way or another.
Taking in a deep breath, you gently pressed the off button on your device, sinking your body further into the couch as you allowed your body to finally relax. Your mind pondered of all the different options, from uber’s and cabs to all the different forms of public transport available. But as your unresting thoughts echoed around in your head, you finally concluded. A conclusion that churned your stomach, a fluttery feeling pricking the goosebumps along your chilled skin.
You could ask Bakugou for a lift.
Though this plan seemed faulty, a high chance he would decline the offer to attend the reunion filled with “extras”, you still had your hopes up high.
Out of all the people who could have moved to the same part of town as you, Bakugou was the one. It was pure coincidence that you both had ended up not too far from each other, a block away in fact. Though throughout all three years that you attended u.a you had barely spoken to him. You had your exchange in words here and there, the occasional insult would be thrown your way, but oddly enough out of all people in the class, you received his harsh treatment the least. You just figured, he barley knew you so acknowledging your existence was a waste of his time. Yet his subtle acts of warmth towards you didn’t go unnoticed by your subconscious, a strange feeling invading your body. You developed feelings for the boy.
Shockingly, you found yourself attracted to him, even with the lack of a solid foundation for a proper friendship. You didn’t know what exactly enticed you so much, maybe it was his toned chiselled frame or perhaps his confident exterior. Whatever it was, it had your heart thumping faster at every glance you two shared, and the thoughts that lingered with these unexplainable emotions were even more hectic. It was as though every second you spent alone, confined by the four white walls of your room, you lay wondering of all you wanted him to do to you. A peak of curiosity soon turned into a full-fledged lust for him. The moment you batted your eyelids shut, you’d picture his muscular body towering yours, his hands pinning you down as he’d shamelessly make you a mess under his touch. A thought of him could make your entire body explode. It was all far too complicated for you to process.
That’s why when you moved to a new part of the city, in hopes to start work as well rid yourself of your weird infatuation, you went pale at the sight of him only a couple streets away from where you newly lived. You tried to convince yourself this was indeed a one-time occurrence, yet you’d see him again and again... and again. He most certainly lived near you, it was undeniably true.
Every time you’d return from work, shoes hitting the concrete sidewalk with an echoing tap, you’d always pass him. At first, you shared no words, not a single exchange between you two until one day he randomly spoke up. You remember that moment like the back of your hand, as though it happened just a few minutes ago. Admittedly, the conversation was nothing spectacular, but it still caused a rapid shock to strike through you as the memory of you exchanging numbers with him lurked your brain. The whole event was so bizarre and it still seems unreal now.
Snapping from your daydream, you came to a solid answer. This was probably the best time to put his number to good use. Unlike you, he had a car and could most likely drive you to where ever this reunion will take place... That’s if he decides he is going to attend as well. That’s where your plan seems to not be so successful.
Yet, you had no other choice. He was your best shot at finally getting a break from this borderline isolation.
Nervously, you picked your phone up once more, gently scrolling through your contacts until a familiar name was visible: ‘Katsuki Bakugou’. A nervous feeling burnt at the pit of your stomach as you anxiously went to type out a message. Your shaky fingers tapped the keyboard, with every additional letter that was added to your sentence, your heartbeat sped up even faster until you felt it pound against your ears. Who knew you could feel so nervous about a generic message... It was Bakugou you were texting after all. Not only was he known for being an uncontrollable hothead, but he was also the guy you often fantasied about. You were more than flustered by this point.
Finally, after rereading your message frantically over and over again, you hit send. You felt your heart quickly sink before a chill ran through your entire body. Now you play the waiting game...
On the other end of the line sat a pouting Bakugou. Just like you, he had received the same email, his face crinkled into a frown as he read the disgusting email present on his screen. Like he’d show up to watch a bunch of extras overly excited for no reason. The entire thought of a reunion made his blood boil. At the same time, however, he wouldn’t mind seeing a few faces.
Sure he hated the class, but there was no denying he missed the ‘old days’. He rolled his eyes and let out a huff, in complete annoyance at how soft he’d become. Was he really contemplating going to that shitty reunion? Apparently so, as he decided to type up a quick response to Iida's invite.
A thought he had tried awfully hard to suppress soon made its way to the surface. It was you. Out of all the people he’d want to meet at the reunion, it had to be you. Though he didn’t necessarily have to be at the reunion to view you.
Similarly, he found himself drawn to you for some obscure reason. All throughout high school up until now. During school, he would always gawk at the way your skirt swayed side to side as you walked or even the way you leaned against the desk arching your back most perfectly. It had Bakugous eyes adhered to you. He just wanted to run his hands across your entire body, his lips bequeathing marks on every soft sweet spot on your skin. You’d be his, the deep hickeys that scattered your delicious skin marking his territory. Never had he felt so sexually frustrated, desiring a person so bad it was making him lose his mind. He had better things to worry about, like brining the number 1 hero for starters, but no matter how much he tried denying his deepest desires they just wouldn’t leave.
He tried so hard, he even moved just to get away from you. Of course, that didn’t work, when he saw you strutting down the sidewalk, your clothes hugging all your curves in a way that made his mouth water. He wanted you, and he wanted you bad!
And Bakugou gets, what Bakugou wants.
Just as that memory swirled his mind, a ping came from his phone, the gentle vibration of the device in his palm breaking him from his fantasy. His vermillion eyes went wide as he glanced down at the notification that had just gone off. The name he wanted to see most displayed.
‘Hey! It’s [name], hope I’m not being a bother :) I’m sure you also received the email about the reunion party, I hope to see you there. That’s if I can get there... Maybe you could give me a lift? Don’t worry if you don’t want to, I understand!’
Bakugou bit his bottom lip as he squinted down at the information in front of him. As much as he wanted to agree, his pride didn’t permit him an agreement to your proposal so easily. Rather than cooperating the way he wanted to, he typed out a message juxtaposing his real desire.
And there started your exchange in messages, the back and forth and your “convincing” to give you ride. Though we all know Bakugou was going to give in to it either way.
Weeks had passed since then, the texts that followed after between you two was kept to an evident minimum. The only exchange included a catch up on your plans for the reunion and that was about it. You were more anxious by the day, knowing the reunion date was coming closer to existence.
Next thing you knew, the day had arrived.
You were seated in the passenger seat of Bakugous car. Nervously, you shifted in the leather seat, hand resting on the inner door handle as your eyes followed the passing trees that came in and out of view.
The sky was faintly clouded, a ray of golden sun piercing through parted clouds, dripping a soft sunset hue over the ivy leaves of the trees. You sat inside the car, yet you remembered the faint chilly winds that caressed your skin. Overall, the weather was decent, far from perfect but not awful either.
The tranquillity that filled the car was apparent, the most noise that was present was the hushed sound of the radio playing, the music placid. It only intensified the awkward silence that was held between you both.
Playing with the hem of your dress, you spoke up in an attempt to spark up a conversation. “well, aren’t you the conversationalist” you spoke sarcastically, a hint of playfulness in your voice. Though you spoke suddenly, Bakugou didn’t seem to divert his focus from the road. His face stayed in its usual state, not even a smirk dared to spread across his lips. Clearly, your playfulness was not reciprocated. The silence engulfed you both for a while longer before he finally responded. His reply was less than adequate, a simple hum.
You shifted your attention back onto the view outside, watching as the car drives deeper and deeper into some sort of forest. The trees grew larger, the suns light being swallowed by the towering greenery above. Cars began passing more infrequently until you had not seen one in ages on the road that had become more narrow.
It felt like you had been in this car for an unbearably long amount of time. You couldn’t tell if time was just moving slower than usual at how bored you were at this very moment in time or if your destination was farther than you expected.
Pulling your phone from your bag that rested atop your lap, you checked the time.
‘6:23 pm’
It was confirmed that time was just moving awfully slower than usual. You had only been in the car for a little under 15 minutes. There was still a fair amount of time left until the party started, so there were no worries on being late though you still had quite a few kilometres to cover. Relieved, you placed your phone back into your bag. You slowly let your eyes rest shut, hoping a quick nap would pass time more sufficiently.
And as you had just calmed your nerves enough to sleep, your body suddenly jolted forward. Your seatbelt immediately binding around your chest, pressing your body flush against the seat as you braced the impact of the sudden stop of the car.
“For fuck sake” Bakugou finally spoke up as he kissed his teeth, gripping the steering wheel remarkably tight that his knuckles were becoming white.
“what just happened?”. Out of curiosity, you questioned the man, his face now looking more annoyed than ever. His hand fiddled with the car keys, the engine roaring repeatedly as he tried turning the car on. “What does it fucking look like, dumbass?” he barked at you, still frantically trying to turn the car on. It didn’t help that he had now started slamming the steering wheel between each attempt.
“Are you out of gas?” You spoke up innocently. There was no denying you were now, in fact, feeling less hopeful that you had enough time to make it to the reunion.
For the first time, he finally made eye contact with you. His rose eyes staring at you in frustration, in complete disbelief at how oblivious you were.
“Of course not! You fucking moron, the shitty car just broke down” He barked at you before flinging the car door wide open, slamming it with a harsh bang as he made his dramatic exit.
You watched him pace up and down with distinct stomps, muttering something under his breath while typing away at his phone. Taking the hint, you exit the vehicle as well. “So, what now?” you irritate him further with your persistent queries.
“How the fuck is there no service? HOW AM I MEANT TO GET THIS SHIT FIXED?” his yells echoed through the vast scenery that surrounded you.
With him stressing, you couldn’t help but taste your mouth go dry as panic began settling in as well. It was no use having the two of you in a frenzy. Rationally, you walked over to Bakugou, your phone gripped in your hand as you formed the only logical suggestion. “Try my phone”
He didn’t even question or ridicule your suggestion like he probably desired to, instead yanking the phone out of your hand and attempting to dial-up a number. It didn’t take long until his eyes rolled back in failure and his jaw flexed with gritted teeth. No luck there either clearly.
“Guess we aren’t going to the shitty reunion. You're fucking welcome!” He yells once more, slapping the phone back into your palm. The worst somehow ended up playing out, complete defeat washing over your body.
Resting against the car, you dropped your bottom lip into a slight pout, the chilly air growing cooler.
You were in the middle of nowhere, the only form of transport for miles was now down and to top it off you were getting cold. Your body rapidly began to shiver, goosebumps pricking along your exposed skin.
“Aren’t you fucking smart” Bakugou scoffed as he stared at you, arms crossed over his broad chest. “didn’t even bring a jacket while wearing some stupid dress”
Rather than yelling like he had been doing for the last couple minutes, he was calming his nerves by teasing you. It may have been the adrenaline that made him feel so open to being more playful, or maybe he attempted to distract himself from how much of a loser he currently felt with a broken car. Whatever it was, he was now smirking at the girl in front of him, tantalising her about the cold.
“I didn’t know I’d be stuck outside, did I?” You teased back, rolling your eyes at him. The fact he was being so calm on the outside was making you feel less worried, yet more nervous at his sudden change in mood than anything.
His eyes stared you up and down, analysing your shivering state as the wind began picking up. Another sigh left his parted lips before resuming to speak. "Go sit inside the car. No use shivering like a dumbass if you can't handle a bit of wind" he chuckled slightly as he spoke, as though to assure you his comment was in fact not as rude as he intended it to come out.
Though you obeyed, taking careful steps around the car to sit back in it, you decided to throw your own snarky remark his way. "Not one to talk when you're wearing a jacket". You give him a 'look', before fully submerging yourself in the cars shielded warmth. It may have broken down not too long ago, but it was still well heated. An instant chill rolled down your spine as your body quickly adjusted to the sudden change in temperature.
"Sorry, princess. Didn't realise I had royalty as company". That devious smirk sprawled itself across his tanned face as he followed your move, getting in the car himself. Something about the way he addressed you made you quiver, the innocent word was also oh so seductive. That sudden feeling of arousal pent up inside you, fogging your thinking.
"I- don't get too cocky now". Your reply came out as a jittery stutter, senses overwhelmed by his playful tone that had you heated. Senses scattered, too flustered by his seemingly unintentional words. It's not like he knew about your fantasies of him or how your sinful thoughts begged for him to call you such names. And now as you were in the midst of it all, you couldn't help but lose yourself.
He let out another husky laugh. The way you broke apart at the simplest words only stroked his ego. No denying he purposely chose those specific words to see how you'd react, and to his surprise, it went far better than expected. "Here, have my jacket then if you wanna keep yapping about it"
Speechless, your vision was once again fixated on him. Gawking at the leather jacket that slipped of his physique, revealing his toned, muscular arms. You swallowed the nervous lump in your thought down, butterflies invading your system as you watched.
You expected him to carelessly throw the jacket your way, alternatively he leaned over. His significantly larger body mounted over yours as he placed his jacket over your exposed legs, instant warmth tickling your chilled skin. His hands felt so smooth as they lightly brushed against your thigh, the accidental touch shooting straight to your core. It was humiliating at how quickly you discomposed around him, cheeks red and breath hitched. You just couldn't help it, a presence like his was way too intense. Especially, at this moment.
"U-um, so what are we going to do now?" you try to change topics as you felt your current heated state become far too overwhelming, whole-body hot as your thoughts began drifting to all the wrong places.
He peeped his eyes, as though deep in thought."Wait until someone hopefully passes, I guess?". The uncertainty in his tone had you feeling concerned again. The worry bombarding you, diverting your inner emotions elsewhere. You've wanted to meet your classmates so vigorously for ages, all fired up for weeks as you obsessively counting down the days, only for this to happen. Not a single car had been in view for ages, god knows until the next one would come. That's also assuming that the car would even stop for you two. This was so disappointing, a hollow feeling in your chest as you sulked.
"I guess? For god sake, we aren't even going get to the reunion in time!"
Bakugou had noticed your sudden change in mood. In all honesty, he didn't quite understand why you wanted to see those annoying dickheads anyway, but he felt strangely sympathetic towards you. "Oi, I'm fucking sorry. I'll drive you to see your friends another time".
"What if there isn't another time?" you mope at him, facing your body towards him. He doesn't reply right away, mirroring your actions instead to examine your current behaviour. There was no way he could make this situation better unless the car magically fixed itself. Which to be fair, would never happen. As his eyes scanned you, he noticed the way you were still shivering, the once heated car losing its warmth. It was his best shot at diverting the conversation.
"You're still shivering, dumbass". His red orbs were fixed on you as he reached out his arms towards you. They felt considerably warmer than you as they rested on your shoulders. You followed his gaze that watched his own hands as they rubbed you up and down carefully. The slight friction between his hands and your skin bringing you some heat. It only sunk in then that his large hands were tracing your arms, his warmth transferring to you. Flusters took over your sense again. As much as you wanted to speak up right now, you knew you'd only choke up on your words, far worse than your stutters. As your stomach swirled, you felt ardour rush to your face. A rose haze coated your skin, eyeing the way Bakugou rubbed his hands against you.
"Looks like you've warmed up, that's for sure" he grinned at you, noticing the way your chest began rising and falling, heartbeat thumping rapidly. The way your face flushed scarlet as your eyes danced around your atmosphere, all at his touch. He noticed it all. And boy was it rubbing his ego.
"I-uh, yeah. I mean- no?". Your words came out jumbled, unable to form proper sentences when his ruby eyes finally gazed up at you. The mysterious glint in them made you feel overwhelmed, unaware of what move he would make next.
"So you need to be warmed up a bit more, huh?". His hands swiftly grazed your arms, just about hovering over your soft skin. Careful touches traced it, your words departing from your brain. The entirety of your focus was on the way Bakugou's fingertips tickled you delicately, the electric feeling flowing throw you. "Speak up for me. Do you still need to be warmed?". He snapped you back into reality without warning, only to put you in a trance again. The way he spoke with such dominance, demanding for you to speak, only stirred your imagination further. You had pictured moments like these so many times, him ordering you to do as he says. And as these thoughts rushed to the surface, you started to feel heat build between your thighs.
"Yeah, sorry!". Frantically, you attempt to respond, a nervous giggle followed your sentence as it came out of your mouth. "If that's what you want, princess". He emphasised the nickname, his lips curling into a sneer as his hands began to wander. The soothing touch travelled upwards, his hands gliding over your skin, one resting on your warmed rosy cheek. His sudden action had your breath hitching. You'd portray such touches numerous times yet nothing could have appointed you for this moment as your nerves fell apart.
As you tried to ration the situation out in your mind, his eyes finally locked with yours. The intimate stare had you holding your breath. Gently, he massaged his thumb against your cheek as he slowly moved his hand to the back of your neck, chills dripping down your spine. His eyes flickered between your eyes and mouth, hinting at a kiss. Was he going to kiss you? You must have been dreaming or something. But it was all happening, right now. There was no time to contemplate the event at hand. His face was edging closer to yours only inches apart, his proximity to you titillating. As you waited for his lips to finally come in contact with yours, you began losing patience. It's like he purposely was a millimetre away from your lip just to taunt you. You took in one more breath, easing your nerves before crashing your lips against his.
Your initial cold shivers were a way for Bakugou to change the subject from his broken car, and it all had worked out in his favour. Admittedly, this was not the outcome he was intending for, but he was not complaining either. He was finally able to seel a kiss with a girl that had invaded his thoughts for years. A dream come true if you will.
His tender lips felt so soft against yours, the sweet caramel taste engulfing your senses as they oozed from his lips. The once overwhelming anxiousness that had you falling apart beneath his touch was now easing as you melted into the passionate exchange between the two of you. Bakugou's lips moved in sync with yours, sucking and tugging at your bottom lip hungrily, undoubtedly smudging your lipstick. His pearly whites sunk into your bottom lip, giving them a smooth tug before sliding his warm tongue in. As he did so, his hand explored your body, slowly descending down the side of your torso, gripping you tightly. His other hand, that had itself placed at the back of your neck, suddenly wrapped around your throat. A rough squeeze was given, encouraging a gasp to erupt from your voicebox. His unforeseen move made you feel sensitive, clenching your thighs together to relieve the desperate ache between your legs. The warm wet muscle that had slipped inside your mouth earlier adventured in your mouth, swirling around your tongue and trailing every inch. It all felt so unreal.
Suddenly, Bakugou pulled away with a string of saliva connecting you both. His hands were still firm on wherever they were on your body. Through parted lips, he panted as his gaze darted. "Fuck, looks like you got me warm as well now". His signature smirk was back, his hand that held you by the neck pulling your face closer to his. Vermillion eyes analysed you, watching the way your face was flushed, lips were wet and lipstick was smudged. Realising he probably had some red on his lips as well from your makeup, he brought one hand to his face, wiping his plump lips with the back of his hand. The image before you only made you wetter, thighs already tightly clutched. And as though he could read your mind, he brought that same hand down to your thigh with a slap. The impact of his hands against you instantly shot to your soaking core, though the actions didn't hurt you much. You felt a tingling sensation to dance across your skin. Rubbing the impacted area, Bakugou continued to look at you, his eyes occasionally diverting to were he was soothing your thigh. His hands began needing your thigh higher and higher until his fingers dipped into the gap where your two thighs made contact. Teasingly, he drove one thigh from another to part them. "And you're definitely warmed up now, baby". His words insinuating how flustered you were.
He brought his lips back to yours as he worked his fingertips up your leg. His touch was so close and you felt so sensitive, you couldn't help but let out a shaky moan into the kiss. You wanted him so bad, craving to feel every inch of him against you. Your hands eager, you brought them up to his shirt. Clenching your hands around the piece of fabric, you tugged him closer to you, the distance between you two unbearable as you sat in separate seats. Your actions brought him to a sudden pause, causing him to pull away. "Are you that desperate for me?". His seductive tone made your face heat up and even more aroused. By now, you sure as hell knew your cunt was drenched. "You want me so fucking bad, don't you?". His hand was back in motion, fingertips almost touching you through your underwear. All you could do was moan in response as you craved his touch. "I can't fucking hear you". He taunted you once again, before his fingertips finally stroked your wet panties, massaging your folds through the cotton. You felt your breath tremble as he applied gentle pressure.
"Y-yes, I've wanted you so bad for a long time". Voice unsteady, you could just barely articulate. You felt the way his fingers caressed you through your underwear, index finger circling your clit so that the fabric would trigger your sensitive bud. Another moan emerged out your lips as you took in a profound breath. "I can tell. Your fucking soaking and it's all for me, babygirl". His cool breath trickled down your ear as he murmured against it.
You couldn't bear it anymore, the distance practically eating away at your patience as sexual frustration overflowed your senses. His fingers continued to shower you in affection but it was no longer enough. You needed more. "Please, Bakugou. I-I want you so bad right now". Hitched breaths and shallow moans rolled off of your tongue as you spoke, Bakugou's eyes sinful as he observed you.
"You'll have to be more specific than that". The same mockeries filled your ears, craving to see you flush as you spoke of all your desires, embarrassed by their explicit nature. As he awaited your response, he slowed his movements down, only teasing you further as it stript you off the pleasure you so desperately yearned for. "Shit, I want to feel you. I want to be closer- please".
The words dripped from your mouth as though it was second nature, the thirst for him more than unambiguous by your needy state. With that, his hands left your core, the cool air surrounding you as his warmth departed. You watched him carefully with longing eyes. The way his cherry centres locked on you as his grip came to your waist. His firm hands grabbed hold of you as he granted your wishes, placing you on his lap.
You sat on top of him, his toned legs holding you up and his hands pursued your body. The way your thighs rested atop his, your sensitive core throbbing against his hardening cock and the way his palms massaged your curves felt all so surreal. Subconsciously grinding against him, you felt his cock brush up against your folds, and with every stroke of your hips, the friction was shooting an electric buzz through you. "Didn't know you were such a needy slut for me". He purred at you with that deriding look in his eyes, smirking smugly. All you did was hum in return to his taunts.
Wrapping your hands around his neck, you lingered your fingertips along his neckline, gradually pulling his face in for another kiss. Devouring each other's lips once again, Bakugous hands slipped beneath your dress, lifting it to loosely drape around your waist. Your legs fully displayed, the frigid air hurried to leave goosebumps along your skin. Resuming his excursion, his fingers wandered back to where they seized you previously. As he leaned into the makeout, he rested your back against the steering wheel before tearing away from your mouth. Keen set of eyes watching you."Tell me exactly where you want my hands to go, baby. Your lucky I'm willing to take directions". For a moment you realised the exception he was making.
Bakugou was known for listening to no one but himself. So the fact he considered something like this, even if it was during an odd time, spoke volumes. It only stabilised, if not boosted, the feeling that you harboured for Bakugou. Yet there was no time to ponder over his actions. You hesitated to respond at first, slightly embarrassed to provide him with an answer.
"I want you to touch me". You deeply flushed at your reply but Bakugou only squinted at you. "Babygirl, your such a needy bitch but won't even get into specifics. Come on, you can be open with me". His words only strengthened the blush that overlaid your skin to deepen, if that was even possible. Even in your profoundly flustered disposition, you needed him and retaining your mouth shut was not an option.
"Bakugou, you know what I mean. Here". You childishly whine before grabbing hold of his hand, guiding it to your heat. His firm hand was resting on your bound cunt, not making a single move but rather looking at you intently. "Good enough" was his only response.
Swiftly, his slender fingers submerged under the fabric of your underwear, coming in contact with your wetness. The suddenness of his actions provoked a gasp to emit from your mouth, his fingers already exploring you. The feeling of his warmth travelling tenderly up and down your folds, with the occasional attentiveness to your clit made you squirm as you sucked deep breaths in. Your chest came up and down as air raced to pervade you, your moans getting gradually louder as you rubbed and arched against his touch. His attentive touch began centring more on your delicate bud, picking up his pace as he soaked in the sight of you falling apart atop him. Your heavy breaths and moans that filled the air and the way you desperately moved against every circular motion of his finger. Fuck was the sight something he had dreamt of for so long, and it was far better than he imagined. "You fucking like that huh?" he uttered through gritted teeth as his face crept closer to yours, observing the way you tightly squeezed your eyes shut, mouth dropped open.
"Shit, yes. Just like that" your breathy response came out as just above a whisper, too caught up in the pleasure of his touch. And just when you thought it couldn't feel any better, you felt his two fingers slip inside you. Your warm pink walls instantly sucking his fingers in, frantically tightening against them. A lusty moan shot out of your mouth, the overwhelming feeling of him fully submerged within you, pumping in and out. His fingers curled to hit just the right spot before you could fully adjust. The sensation was all too much and you felt the desire consume you. Panting and moaning, you could barely make sense of your surroundings as he didn't hesitate to advance his movements by pumping harder and faster, your wetness trickling down his bronzed palm.
His pace only intensified, his fingers gliding in and out of you, rubbing against your contracting walls that made your stomach burn. Burn in a way that made you almost lose control as it tied knots in your abdomen. Every spot that made your body arch against its will, legs jutting and twitching, he hit it all. And just as you edged nearer to your orgasm, moans building up at the back of your throat, ready for release as your nails dug into Bakugou's forearms. He came to a sudden pause, retreating his fingers, now soaked in your juices. You felt the dissatisfaction of his lack of attention, yearning to be touched again. Thick pants filled the car as Bakugou smirked at you and at the way you couldn't help but grind against him to supply for his loss of attention towards you.
"Princess, you didn't really think you'd get it that easy" he spoke tauntingly, rubbing your thighs as he trailed kisses on your collar bone. He'd wanted to mark up your delicate skin so many times, his presence forever embedded on you. Sinking his teeth on your flesh, he sucked and licked it, earning a soft moan from you against his ear. The tickling sensation of your breath against him accompanied by your lewd noises only hardened his growing erection. The restricting tightness of his trousers becoming infuriating for the boy.
He left mark after mark, immersing in the way you rubbed and groaned into him. "Bakugou... I need you. All of you.". Your words were like music to his ears, a combination of sounds he'd wanted to hear for so long. You begging for him to please you, make you his. It didn't even take him a second thought to know what he wanted to do to you, almost agreeing instantly. "Show me how bad you need me then". The challenging statement made you feel more heated, already in complete aw at the way his lips marked your skin.
You gently pushed him off you, pressing his back into the black leather seat, planting a delicate kiss on his lips before ducking between his legs. The position was cramped, the compact space of being under the steering wheel, legs crossed as you shifted your body further back until you could feel the disengaged pedal of the vehicle.
Bakugou sat with eager eyes on you, waiting for what you'd do next. To be honest, he felt uncomfortable at his lack of control at this very moment, already plotting how he'd regain it once more once he caught onto what your plan was. "Is this your way of proving yourself" he snickered at you, your hands on his belt, the clinking of the metal drowning out his voice. Through the material of his trousers, you could see the outline of his bulge, tight around the fabric restraints.
And just as you went to undo the restraints, unravelling the package that was contained, your head had hit the soft padding of the steering wheel. The sudden beep of the car horn went off, alarming the two of you. "What the fuck," Bakugou spoke up first in confusion. The car had obviously broken down only a few minutes ago yet it had finally decided to cooperate and disturb your guys' self-indulgence.
"Perfect timing" You giggled as you let your hands fall from his belt, slightly disappointed by the interruption. You wanted to continue this fantasy, see where it would take you both but you had other priorities on your mind as well. Like getting to the reunion for starters."Don't look so distressed, baby" Bakugou spoke softly as he lifted your chin, admiring you and the marks he left all over. "We will finish what we started, after all, I've been wanting this for so fucking long" He admitted and you couldn't help but redden at his remark.
You delicately slipped from under the wheel, dragging your dress down to cover your flashed skin. "I'll be looking forward to that then" You fire your own flirt his way, tipping over to leave a gentle peck against his lips before cleaning your lipstick from his face. He responded with a scoff and a rolling of his eyes, diverting his attention to the road to start driving again.
"I would say cover up the hickeys, but I want all those damn extra's to know who you belong to now" He smirked giving you the side-eye. Only then did you notice your wrecked state, desperately trying to fix your appearance in the small overhead mirror.
Bakugou steadily drove to your destination as his large hand rested on your thigh, you both wondering where you'd finish this excursion...
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