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[A/N] Hello, yes, it is me! I've actually posted this! Now, just gonna say rn that tumblr post editor is a sack of klunk so if you want to read the story how I wrote it out (essentially with added italics in places that need emphasis) then go ahead an click that little link at the top of the post that says the fic's title, it'll lead you to Ao3, who is more friendly to me and doesn't hate me. Anyway, hope you enjoy this 9k word chapter!

CHAPTER TWO, Odd Jobs

Day Two-Three, Thursday-Friday

You wake slowly, your mind full of hazy thoughts of comfortable couches and electrical lights. Images floated away gradually, like memories you had remembered in your dreams that didn't seem relevant to remember in your consciousness. The feeling remained though, warm and safe and happy.

You blink your eyes open, and the first thing you notice is a head of blond hair turned away from you, laying the same way you are, aside from the pillow under his head. The second thing you notice is that the warm, comforting feeling isn't quite going away. You feel something pressing on you, and you glance down to notice a familiar cream-coloured blanket lying draped across you, heavy and warm. You wonder where it came from, then notice that the boy next to you doesn't have a blanket of his own. Not anymore, anyway.

You sit up slowly, groggily, and stretch your muscles to finally gain some movement. It's still dark out, though you couldn't tell if the sky was getting lighter or if perhaps there was a nearby light source, like the bonfire last night, lighting the Glade up gradually. From the sounds of- well, nothing, you figured the party was over and likely not the bonfire. Maybe if you got up now you would be able to watch the sunrise in this mysterious place.

The blanket was thick and soft under your hand as you took hold of it. You pondered, briefly, if you should wrap it around your shoulders and take it with you on your walk. You half wanted to, but looking down at Newt beside you, and Thomas curled up rather close next to him, you felt your resolve to steal his blanket away crumble. You pulled the blanket up and off of you, then gently draped it over the sleeping boy. You held back a laugh at the tattered piece of cloth that Thomas used as a 'blanket,' and pushed yourself to your feet.

Leaving the little sleeping area of the Glade was harder than when you went to bed. This time it was full of bodies, hanging from hammocks or lying stretched across the floor, all facing random directions. You tried to move as quietly as possible, dodging around stray hands and feet that stuck out just enough to trip. You took your time though, so no one was harmed or awoken by your movements.

You walked the Glade in slow, leisurely steps. You didn't like the idea of being found in the centre of the whole area so you made your way to the wall first. The doors you had watched close were still pressed tightly together, and you felt along the crease on the wall gently. You let your hand gently drag across the stone as you started walking, toward and around the outskirts of the farms.

The sky was gradually becoming lighter, just slow enough to not notice as it happened, but fast enough that by the time you reached the east gate, the sky was full of a light pink. You watch the sky, a gentle white puff of a cloud floating past, and smile at the serene silence surrounding you. You knew you were trapped here in some giant stone box, but for just a moment you felt peaceful enough to relax. But only for a moment.

The grinding of stone started, extremely loud in your ears, and you jumped away from the wall quickly as it began moving under your hand. Your eyes widened impossibly large, watching as the stone doors began sliding open directly in front of you. Your breath caught in your throat, terror filled your belly, and you felt frozen in place. You hadn't expected this side to open. Yesterday it had been the northern and southern sides?

Just as the doors opened enough to see down the long hall, something at the end caught your vision. A tangle of slimy black organic material and shiny, sharp iron coalesced into one great big shape, moving- or rather, crawling- oddly toward the end of the corridor. Its movements were janky, flailing slightly, and it practically climbed the side of the wall as it turned right at the end of the hall, and suddenly it was no longer in view. It was terrifying to behold, but something else was terrifying you even more.

You remembered it. You didn't remember seeing it exactly, which was weird, but you remembered the description. It was as if you read about this creature, the way it operated and the horror it could unleash. You weren't just scared because it looked horrid, you were scared because you knew the damage it could do- and has done.

"It's called a Griever." You nearly jumped out of your skin at the spoken words behind you, twisting to gawk at whoever had caught you off guard. Newt stood there, arms crossed against his torso, staring into the hall past you. Looking behind him, you could see multiple Gladers already up and moving about, getting ready for the day. Sucking in a deep breath, your eyes fell back to the blond, studying him for a moment.

You hummed, unsure of what to say. You knew it was a Griever, you knew what it did and how it operated, and that a sting from it could turn a person crazy. But you also knew that telling anyone you knew this might be dangerous. Newt was explaining this to you as if you shouldn't know already. You were told everyone lost their memories, only gaining back their name. Why were you remembering so much so easily?

Your confusion must've shown on your face, as Newt didn't seem too suspicious about your lack of response. You could see him studying you, but he seemed to come to some kind of conclusion that you couldn't begin to comprehend. He took the last few steps toward you that had separated the two of you, laying a gentle hand on your elbow.

"Fry should be done making the early riser's breakfast. Let's go grab something to eat." He spoke softly, gently tugging on your arm. You followed willingly, though your stomach turned at the thought of food after just witnessing a Griever in person. He kept his hand on you for half the walk before finally dropping it away, and for some reason, you missed the comforting heat of it.

Arriving at the shuttered building, Newt knocked on the window twice before suddenly a man swung one side open, grinning at the two of you. He worked the other side open, and you could see him notice and study you for a moment.

"Must be the new Greenie, nice ta' meet ya'." His voice was smooth, and you couldn't help but smile back.

"Name's [Y/N]. You must be Fry?"

"Frypan, yeah, but Fry is good too." He studied you for a moment as he scooped some food into bowls, handing them over through the window. "Weird you got your name back so soon. Happen this mornin'?"

"Yesterday, actually. Almost immediately after coming up," Newt inserted, grinning over at you and handing you one of the bowls. "Probably the quickest anyone has." You heard Fry laughing behind the two of you as you followed Newt over to an empty table, sitting and looking at your breakfast. It was a mix of scrambled eggs and some kind of salsa. Taking a bite, flavour burst across your tongue, and you were grateful that Fry ended up being such a great cook. You could definitely get used to living in the Glade if this was the food you got three times a day.

"Good?" You looked up after shovelling a few bites into your mouth, noticing an amused Newt eating at a rather normal pace compared to you. You finish chewing and swallowing, clearing your throat before replying.

"Didn't realize how hungry I was. And this is good." Newt grinned at this, nodding along before taking another bite.

"Benefit of growing or raising all of your own food, I guess."

The sky was finally brightening to a light blue, and you could hear the Glade becoming livelier with it. Gladers were forming a long line at the kitchen window, and others were getting ready for their day's work. You glanced back to the sky, noticing another couple of clouds. One of them looked to be shaped like a dog- if dogs had long necks.

"Where do you go when it rains?" The question was out of your mouth before you really even processed saying it. The clouds above drifted lazily by, puffy and white and looking nowhere full of condensation. It still seemed like a relevant question to ask though, until Newt spoke.

"It doesn't." This causes you to look back down from the sky, watching as Newt took another bite of his eggs. You blinked a few times and glanced between the sky and Newt once more.

"What do you mean it doesn't? Surely it's rained at some point in the last eight years?" Newt's shrug seemed casual, but you could see the slight stiffness of his shoulders if you really looked.

"It just hasn't. We don't know why."

"Where do you get your water from then?"

"The Creators," Newt answers easily, shovelling in another bite. He finally looks up at you, studying you before tapping his own bowl with his spoon. "Eat up, you'll need the energy."

You took another bite in response, watching Newt nod his head. Suddenly Chuck appeared by Newt's side, his own bowl in hand with a giant smile on his face, shovelling a bite into his mouth before speaking with his mouth full.

"Ready for work, Greenie?"

You chuckled at his manners- or, lack thereof- and nodded to him, taking your own bite. Chuck began talking animatedly about his job, and the duties he was planning on for the day. He assured you that you could have the easier ones, since you were new, and you appreciated it. At some point during his spiel Thomas had shown up, sliding onto the bench next to you. He sat close by, his thigh pressing against your own, and you felt comforted by his presence.

As Chuck continued to drone on, Thomas joking around with him every so often, you finally glanced up to lock eyes with Newt. His expression had been neutral, or slightly puzzled if anything, though smoothed out quickly. The ends of his lips quirked up slightly, a tiny smile that felt solely for you. With the press of Thomas against you, and Newt's comforting gaze and soft smile directed at you, it was as if the 'why's and 'how's didn't quite matter anymore. And wasn't that just a terrifying prospect?

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Slopper duty, it turns out, was just as horrible as everyone made it out to be. Chuck hadn't fooled you in any way, he had been extremely honest in that this was possibly the grossest job in the entire Glade. And you were even given the easiest parts.

Chuck had worked with you at first, before being pulled away by what some Glader called an 'Outhouse Emergency,' and you dread to think of what that might entail. Currently, you are shovelling animal… excrement into a mix of dirt and other compost, and you had hoped to get used to the smell by now, but the sun was high in the sky at this point and you could still smell nothing else. You were somewhere toward the middle of what was called the Deadheads, Chuck explaining that the smell wasn't exactly something the other Gladers had wanted to live around. You couldn't help but agree.

Lifting an arm, you wipe the sweat from your brow and lean against the shovel planted into the ground. Breathing through your nose was bad, but breathing through your mouth almost seemed worse. You weren't sure if you were ever going to be able to get rid of this stink, and hoped dearly that you wouldn't be asked to continue this after lunch. The thought of lunch turned your stomach in a bad direction, and you shook your head to try to physically rid yourself of such thoughts.

"Alright, so just finish that up and you can take a break 'til after lunch, good that?" You turned, spying Chuck and another Glader walking in your direction. The Glader nodded enthusiastically, spouting off some thanks before turning and jogging back to their work. Chuck nodded once and continued on his way toward you, lighting up when he noticed you watching. "'Ey, no one told you that you could stop!"

"Just a small rest Chuckie, I'm dying of thirst out here." You chuckled good-naturedly, though you watched as Chuck's brows furrowed from concern.

"Awh, shuck. I meant to leave a canteen here for you," He expressed, jogging closer to you and reaching for his own canteen slung by a long strap across his torso. He pulled it off, throwing it over to you. Catching it, you uncork it quickly and begin to take a drink. After, you wiped your mouth with a smile.

"Wasn't really dying, but nice to know you care." You took another sip, watching the boy become suddenly shy, raising a hand to pat at his curly hair.

"Well- I mean- of course. I care for all of my friends." This brought a quick and easy smile to your face, and you could feel the fondness for the boy showing so plainly on your face.

"Already? I've barely been here a day, and you consider me a friend?" You watch Chuck look taken aback, then look adorably confused.

"Well, yeah. Why not?" You smile, tossing his canteen back and watching him sling it back over his shoulder. You study him for a moment, the tool belt around his waist, and remember the looks the other Sloppers had been giving him.

"So how's it feel to be the youngest Keeper?" Chuck met your eyes again with a mischievous smirk, and you raised your eyebrows in surprise.

"You mean the youngest Glader?"

"Wait- you're the youngest? Of everyone?"

"Yep," Chuck popped out, "And it's been challenging, but I mean- someone's gotta be the youngest. Just like someone's gotta be the oldest, or wisest, or nosiest." You laughed at this, shaking your head.

"Ah, yeah? And who would those be?"

"Alby, Newt, and Thomas, respectively." Chuck laughed, and you couldn't help but join in. "But, to be serious for a moment, I guess-" He huffed lightly, reaching to take the shovel from your grasp and lean it against a nearby tree. "It is kinda hard. They don't like to involve me with a lot of plans, I feel excluded most of the time. Even though I've been here five years, and I've proven myself. I know I have."

You tried to keep the pity from showing on your face, but you felt bad for the kid. You understood why the others might do that, but he seemed adult enough, now. They may still see him as a kid, but he certainly handles himself and his job well. He may be a young adult, the youngest here, but he didn't deserve exclusion from the group of Keepers that he should've been a part of.

"Chuck," You began, your voice quiet as he refused to meet your eyes. You take a step forward, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I know I can't say much, being here for hardly any time at all. But, I saw the way the Sloppers looked to you." At this, Chuck finally lifted his watery gaze, meeting your eyes. "They respect you. You lead them, and they trust every decision you make. I can't say anything for the other Keepers, but they'd be fools not to have your input in regards to the Glade. You have one of the most important and hardest jobs here."

Chuck laughed weakly, raising a hand to rub his eyes with his forefinger and thumb roughly. "Hardest, huh?" You laugh at this, swallowing roughly.

"Yeah. And- I mean, I'll help you out the rest of the day of course. But I don't know if I'm cut out for this work." Chuck laughed at this, finally dropping his hand to turn toward you, patting your back with hard thumps twice.

"Ah, yeah. I could tell. Don't worry though, it's not for everyone. Every Greenie's gotta try it out first though, otherwise, we'd never get any helpers." You barked a laugh at this, shaking your head. Chuck continues anyway, pulling you along, "But I think you've earned yourself a break, regardless. C'mon, lunch should be ready soon."

≣≣≣≣≣

You spent your lunch with the Sloppers in the far corner of the picnic area, away from the rest of the Gladers and their noses. You joined in on some of the laughter and jokes surrounding you, though mostly your eyes roamed your new home. Some builders were still out, working through lunch, but most Gladers sat at different tables in front of the kitchen or ate in the shade of the Deadheads across the way. You noticed Newt had been sitting next to Alby, laughing brightly and nudging the man with his elbow every so often.

Lunch passed quicker than you would have liked, and luckily the second part of your shift also seemed to zip by. Before you knew it, a loud bell rang through the Glade. You glanced up from your work, buckets piled in front of you, to notice almost every Glader dropping their tools and leaving their work for the day. You left the buckets where they were, jogging closer to Chuck. He and another Slopper were laughing, walking away from whatever project they had.

"Hey Chuckie," You grin as the boy blushes at the nickname, "Can you point out the showers? I'm not too keen to keep smelling like this."

"Ah, yeah no problem." Chuck waved his friend on, turning toward the Homestead. "The water isn't hot or anything, but shouldn't be too cold either. It's actually part of the job as a Slopper to keep the water silo full, at the top up there." You look where he's pointing, a large bucket-shaped thing sitting near the roof of the Homestead. "Builders engineered a kinda piping system. Since the water starts up there, it's basically just gravity that lets the water fall down. And since it's so high up, the sun heats the water enough to not be so chilled, like the lake."

After his explanation of how the showers worked, and where to find the necessities, you felt the hard day's work bleed off your skin. The shower, while it would've been nicer if it had been hotter, was decent enough. Soon after, you felt clean enough and hoped you had scrubbed the Slopper smell from your pores. You also hoped, once again, that you'd never have to get used to that smell.

You were just leaving the Homestead when you noticed the group of Runners arrive back in the Glade. Your eyes were locked on the few of them, something tugging at the back of your mind that said this was familiar while not explaining why. You were walking slowly with no destination in mind as you watched them, Newt jogging up soon and handing out a couple of canteens to the group of them.

They were discussing something, Minho elbowing Thomas and laughing brightly, the other just rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. He didn't seem to respond, choosing instead to sip his canteen and begin scanning the Glade. You noticed Newt watch him do this, hands on his hips as he nodded along to whatever story Minho was telling. Your eyes fell back on Thomas just as the boy's eyes fell upon you.

Your feet stopped abruptly, locking eyes with him, and watched a slow smile spread across his face. Next to him, Newt follows his eye line and locks eyes with you as well, a similar smile spreading across his own face. You see more than hear Minho begin to shout something, waving his arms and elbowing Newt, causing the man to flinch and laugh at his friend. The other Runners were already dispersing, and you felt like you were standing still for too long, though unsure where to go.

Thomas began heading in your direction, screwing the cap of his canteen back on and slinging the strap around his torso, and you noticed Newt follow close behind. Minho threw his hands up, yelling something you still couldn't quite hear before the Keeper began to jog to catch up to his friends. Now knowing they were heading toward you, you felt less awkward just standing in one place for so long.

"Hey! How's the first day in the Glade?" Thomas called out before he could quite reach you, and you noticed Newt begin to unsteadily jog to catch up. Minho shook his head with a laugh behind the two, and you shrugged.

"Second, technically. But, fine. Messy, I guess," You answered, running a hand through your wet hair. "Hope I don't reek too bad still?" You had phrased this as a question, though were afraid of the answer. Newt laughed as he finally slowed to a stop, though Thomas kept approaching until he was in your personal space, leaning close.

"Nah," He began, a smile lighting up his features as he ran a hand through his hair. "Fresh as daisies." He took a belated step backwards, as if remembering a little too late how close he still was. You laughed awkwardly, shrugging again.

"Ah, well, that's reassuring."

"Did you just sniff them, shank?" You heard Minho's incredulous voice from behind the two and leaned over slightly to see the, as expected, incredulous expression on his face. You weren't quite sure how to feel about this. You had asked, you just hadn't expected an actual answer like that. Thomas was red, from the heat or embarrassment you weren't sure, and Newt was just laughing loudly alongside the group.

"I- uh, well, they asked," Thomas stuttered out, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly and taking another step back. Minho just shook his head, crossing his arms and nodding toward you finally.

"And you, how was your first day on the job? Sloppers, yeah?"

"Yeah," You agreed easily, glad for the change of subject and grasping it quickly, "I worked pretty closely with Chuck for a lot of the time. He gave me the easy jobs, at least that's what he told me."

"He did," Newt agreed, his smirk remaining but finally able to get his laughter under control. He passed Minho and slung an arm around Thomas' shoulders, leaning against him. Thomas didn't seem to mind, and by the shuffling of his feet, also seemed to lean into Newt as well.

"Oh, and how would you know, Mister TrackHoe?" Minho asked, chuckling lightly and turning his crossed arms and curious expression toward Newt. The man just shrugs, keeping his expression.

"Well, I kept an eye on them, yeah? Gotta make sure the Greenie doesn't run off anywhere."

"Yeah, sure, that's why you'd do it," Minho mumbled to himself, and you wondered what he had meant by that. Thomas spoke up abruptly, blocking your train of thought as you turned toward him.

"What's your job tomorrow? Do you know yet?" You hesitated, tilting your head in thought. Newt jumped in, sensing your hesitation.

"Slicers, tomorrow." At your apprehensive look, Newt's smirk fell slowly to a gentle, encouraging smile. "It'll be fine, I'm sure. Gotta try it at least once, then ya' can do another the next day." You nod slowly, still unconvinced, and Newt removes his arm from Thomas to approach you, placing a hand on your elbow. "If you want, you can work the TrackHoes on Saturday?"

"Sure, that sounds nice," You mumbled, lowering your gaze and remembering earlier today, how some of the Sloppers had to clean out the Bloodhouse, where the Slicers worked. How you had almost been dragged along to help until Chuck came running up, insisting that he would help instead, that you should wait across the Glade until they were done. You worried about what it was you had almost witnessed, then realized you would be seeing it with your own eyes in under twenty-four hours.

You felt a squeeze on your elbow and a gentle tug and looked upward to see your little group wandering slowly over toward the picnic area. You were led along by Newt, who eventually dropped his hand once he realized you were obediently following along. Minho was poking fun at Thomas currently, something about the man being a Slicer when he first arrived to disastrous results, and couldn't help but laugh along with the group belatedly.

Dinner was delicious, of course, and you sat at the table with the rest of the Keepers and Runners, feeling almost like a civilian among celebrities with the way the rest of the Gladers would always keep an eye on the table. You tried to leave early, the undue attention raising the hairs on your arms, but with gentle encouragement from Newt and a hand on your wrist from Thomas, you stayed with the group in the end. It wasn't as if you'd regret it though, actually able to relax as the night went on, and you found yourself laughing and joking with the group as a whole.

That night held no bonfire, which was explained away by Alby: bonfire nights were only the first day of every month. You learned more of the Glade as you kept asking questions, the rest finally in an open sort of mood and willing to answer. They knew the old calendar had been a little weird with extra days in some months, or even leap years. However, in the Glade they consider one month to be 30 days. They had counted it out in the beginning, how many days between each Greenie. And back then when a Greenie had appeared every month they had decided that would be the way they counted their time in this place.

They continued to explain that now, since they had so many Gladers, they decided one day off a week for each would help give motivation to the other six days. The day each Glader came up into the Glade would be their day off, and at your confused expression, Thomas had added quietly that your day off would be on Wednesdays, like his own. You felt a weird sort of thrill at this, nodding at him. You had hoped this meant he might spend time with you then since you hardly get to see him during the day. You wondered for a small moment about being a Runner, though decided not to voice this thought aloud.

The group slowly began dispersing, some heading toward the Homestead for, you assumed, a shower. Others went straight to bed, calling their farewells. Thomas began to fidget on your left, Newt still twisting a piece of twine that had appeared in his hands not too long ago.

“So, make any new friends?” The question startles you, Thomas now gaining your full attention. New friends?

“Well, you all introduced me to-” You hesitate, motioning lazily at the lunch table that had been full of people just a bit earlier, “I mean, I thought maybe-”

“They’re all your friends, yes,” Newt quickly interjects, sending a half-hearted glare toward Thomas, who began rubbing the back of his head guiltily. “What I think he means is, any more? Besides in our little group, I guess.”

“Oh,” You breathe out, almost like a sigh. Were you supposed to? Were they beginning to feel too suffocated by you, being around so often? Hadn’t they been the ones to drag you along with them this entire time? “Well, not really.” You spoke slowly, unsure of yourself. Newt quickly nods in response, reaching the hand not currently holding twine across the table to yours. You take it hesitantly, looking between the two of them. “I mean, I haven’t really had the chance. Spent all day with Chuck, and then we all had dinner together and- well, I guess there was lunch. That blond guy had been nice-”

“Who? Ben?” Thomas was quick to ask, leaning toward you with his head tilted, curiosity evident across his face. Unbidden, it created an odd giggle to come out of you in response, rushing to answer his question to cover it up.

“Well, no. Ben’s a runner. He was out with you during lunch.” You turned to look at Newt to find him shaking his head slowly, a fond grin lighting up his face as he watched Thomas. “No, I think his name was Josh? Just some guy who was nice to me, tried to include me in the conversation whenever Chuck would get distracted.” Silence followed for a moment, and you watched some sort of emotion play across Thomas’ face that you couldn’t quite place. Newt was quick to speak up in his absence.

“Well, that’s good, right Thomas? It’s good that the glade is keeping you safe, helping you to feel welcome.”

“Oh- yeah! Of course, it’s a good thing! Why wouldn’t that be a good thing? Obviously, yeah, good. Very good thing-” Newt had to take his hand away from yours to smack Thomas’ arm, finally ceasing his rambling. Thomas cleared his throat, turning his head away from you and scanning the glade to his left. Which, really only consisted of a couple of empty tables and the giant wall of stone beyond those. Silence reigned again, though this time it felt considerably less comfortable than you’re used to with the boys. You squirmed gently in your seat before clearing your throat, though neither boy turns to look at you.

“I think I’m gonna hit the hay- uh, pad? Bed?” At this, more silence meets you, and you clear your throat once more to fill the awkwardness. “Yeah, anyway. Bye.” You quickly swing your legs over, beginning the walk to the sleeping area. Just as you were beginning to wonder how weird that interaction had been toward the end, you could’ve sworn you heard Thomas’ mumbled voice.

“So who exactly is Josh?”

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You must’ve been exhausted. That was the only real reason you could think of, as you wiped the sleepiness from your eyes, as to why you had slept so heavily. You remember laying down as the sun was setting, and now you’re being woken up just as the sun was rising. It was Newt’s smiling face that you saw as you were finally able to wretch your eyes open. He seemed humoured by something, though he only had eyes for you. Was it you that he was laughing at?

“How rude,” You mumbled, unsure if you were able to actually pronounce the words right. This just caused another laugh from the man kneeling in front of you, shaking his head.

“What, for waking you up? You got a job to do, Greenie.” He pulled a hand from behind his back, holding a pillow and folded blanket toward you. “Plus, would a rude person bring you the bedtime comforts that you’ve forgone for a second night, now?”

“A nice person would’ve given them to me before bed.” Your voice was slowly gaining clarity, and you reached to take the offered items, laying them down in the spot you had just rested in. Looking up, you see a sombre look on his face, and it throws you for long enough that Newt was able to speak up.

“Why hadn’t you taken it sooner then? We showed you where you could find them the first night.”

“I just didn’t-” -feel like I deserved them. Luckily, you managed to cut yourself off in time, glancing guiltily up toward Newt. His expression only furrowed further, leaning down closer toward you.

“Everything here is for us- for you. You’re here with us too, y’know?” You kept yourself from shaking your head, but you couldn’t help feeling out of place. Last night’s dreams- feelings, more accurately- slowly began unfogging in your head, and you remembered a book again. Sitting somewhere bright, and reading, and certainly nowhere near this place that you just knew you weren’t supposed to be. You were an outsider, even still. If not to the rest of the Glade, then in your own mind at the very least. You couldn’t help the feeling still, even after the full day of work in the Glade. You didn’t really belong here.

“I just,” You begin trying to explain yourself, having to look away from Newt’s earnest gaze. “I felt like maybe-”

“What’s taking so long? Slap ‘em in the face with that pillow, that’ll wake ‘em up!” You heard Minho’s voice call out from a distance, and you quickly turned to see him elbowing Thomas, who stood next to him and was pointedly not looking in your direction. “Hurry up already! I’m starvin’ and Thomas wants to wait for you!” You watched Thomas quickly elbow Minho, and the two begin bickering quietly. A sigh draws your attention back to Newt, who stands with a wince and some difficulty before reaching a hand down toward you.

“Let’s go before the man decides he’s going to die of starvation. We’ll never hear the end of it.”

You take his hand and haul yourself up, catching Newt from falling forward once you steady yourself. You glance down, one of his legs seeming a bit unbalanced. “You okay there?”

“Yeah,” Newt’s voice was strained, but he straightened himself up with another wince, “Just fine.” He wouldn’t meet your eyes but began walking by your side as you made your way to the awaiting others. You tried to ignore the limp that Newt was obviously trying to minimize.

As you near the boys, Minho suddenly rushes forward, taking your arm in his and pulling you to walk faster, ahead of the group. He begins immediately telling you of your job for the day with the Slicers, mentioning that Winston was the Keeper and likely your job companion for the day. He spoke loudly, boisterous in the way he always was you were starting to realize, but you could still hear mumbling behind you. It was Thomas’ voice that you eventually made out.

“Why were you kneeling like that then? You know it’s bad on your knee.” You remembered back to when Newt woke you, and you couldn’t help the worried expression crossing your face. Why had he done that if it hurt him? You couldn’t help feeling bad, but then you felt a tug on your arm and you glanced at Minho, realizing he had fallen silent.

“It was his choice to wake you. Not your fault.” Minho was talking quietly, probably for the first time since you’d met the man, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly reassured. His voice was low, and soothing to your senses. “He’s had that for awhile, anyway. His own damned fault if he does stupid klunk like that. He knows better.”

You wanted to ask what happened, but like a lightning bolt to your brain, you remembered. Or- maybe remember wasn’t exactly the right word. You knew what had happened to him, what he had tried to do and where he had done it. You let out a heavy breath, stopping in your tracks and feeling winded. Scenes flashed before your eyes- Newt using the vines to climb the large stone walls, looking so young, younger than Chuck was currently. The jump, the fall, and how he had laid there for awhile before someone had finally found him. Before Minho found him.

You looked up, directly into Minho’s eyes in front of you, and felt your own begin to water. You sniffed loudly, your breathing having turned heavy without realizing it, and you finally recognize worry and panic in Minho’s eyes. Then you felt their presence on either side of you.

“[Y/N]? Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” You heard Thomas’ panicked voice, and you look quickly to your left, meeting Thomas’ own anxious eyes. He had his hands spread out toward you without actually meeting you, like he was unsure of himself.

“What happened?” Newt’s voice was strong, rough, and you finally looked to your right. He wasn’t looking at you, but directly at Minho with a stern expression. Seeing Newt again caused a shaky inhale, and you reached out quickly, grabbing his forearm. He looked down at your hand, then back at you with such a soft expression, you had to clench your eyes together to keep more tears from spilling. And- yeah, more tears, as you could feel the warm tracks down your cheeks currently. What had just happened?

“I-I don’t know! We were just talking, and- and then-” Minho was rambling, panicked, and you had to clear your throat before interrupting him.

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” You try to reassure, but after finally opening your eyes you’re met with Newt’s disbelief. “I don’t exactly know what happened, but it’s okay. I’m better now.” You kept hold of his forearm, taking comfort in the feeling of him, reassuring yourself that he was still there with you. Newt places his own hand on yours, his eyes never leaving yours. You feel an arm wrap around your shoulders, and turn to see Thomas leaning in close. You could feel your heart stutter for a moment, swallowing roughly as you look back and forth between the two men trying to show you comfort.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Newt’s voice is soft next to you, and you finally settle your eyes on him. How would you even go about talking about this? The fact that you knew something so secret, so deep, and it had hit you like a freight train when you remembered? How would Newt even take it? How do you even know all these things in the first place?

“I don’t know how to,” You mumble, shrugging lightly and feeling disappointed when Thomas takes that as an indication to remove his arm from you. “I don’t even know what happened, really.” The three men begin nodding in response, trading glances with each other.

“Well, let’s get some food in you at least. Maybe that’s all you’ll need.” Minho smirks toward you, reaching a hand out and taking your arm, pulling you away from Thomas and Newt. He drops your arm once you start walking alongside him, and you already miss the comfort that your two favourite guys had provided.

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You were still shaken up about your visions from earlier, the scene repeating in your mind over and over throughout breakfast. You could barely taste your eggs, but you swallowed them down nonetheless. You avoided Newt’s worried glances as often as you were able, but Thomas’ leg was bouncing in agitation right next to yours, and you had to subtly scoot over an inch on the bench so it would stop reminding you. It didn’t work out very well, however, and with Newt’s subtle eyebrow raise, you realized it wasn’t as subtle as you would’ve liked. When Winston finally stood and looked at you, you were practically vibrating in your seat with the need to do something, anything to get this train of thought out of your head.

“Ready for a rough day’s work, Greenie?”

You practically pounced out of your seat, nodding quickly and rounding the table to walk with him. “Yes, absolutely, let’s get this over with.” Winston’s laugh was melodic and helped you to smile finally. You hoped the fact that he hadn’t been around for your little meltdown would ease your way for the rest of the day.

It had worked, mostly. Winston was a good guy, and very dedicated to his job. He loved what he did, which was evident enough, but he repeatedly had to remind you not to get attached to the animals. “They’re not pets,” He’d said multiple times throughout the day. You had spent the majority of the time with the chickens- taking their eggs for tomorrow’s breakfast, spreading their feed out and opening their coop door to let them roam the allotted, fenced-in yard. Once, another Slicer had entered the yard without much mind, causing a chicken to escape the pen. After a brief bit of stunned paralysis, Winston called out to you, “Well go get it!”

You chased the chicken, much to everyone’s enjoyment. After a particularly unsuccessful leap, and consequentially disastrous fall, you glanced up from the ground to notice a group of farmers- of TrackHoes- standing together to laugh at you. Newt was among them, chuckling with his arms crossed, but with a look in his eyes that you didn’t have enough time to interrupt before bounding up from your muddy position and chasing after the little bugger once more.

You eventually caught the chicken, with some congratulations from the rest of the Slicers. Winston’s, “I didn’t even need to send help over, you managed great,” had awoken some pride within you, and by lunch you were walking with a beaming smile on your face to meet with Fry.

“So, fieldwork or Bloodhouse?” Fry’s question shocked you, causing you to look up to meet his wicked gaze. He was currently handing the tray over to you, as was customary so far, but this was the first time he had spoken to you since you first met.

“Oh- fieldwork, I guess? I was with the chickens-” Frypan’s laugh cut you off, his voice boisterous.

“Right! I had heard about the prank! Typical Greenie stuff, y’know? Wish I could’ve been there to see it.” His smile was contagious, but a certain part of your chest shrivelled to know that it had been done to you on purpose.

“Right, well, enjoy those eggs I gathered for you. I think breakfast will taste even better than usual tomorrow.” Frypan’s laugh echoed through his kitchen as you began to walk away, glancing through the gathered tables and wondering where you should sit. The rest of the Slicers were behind you, since you had been first in the line of the group, and you remembered yesterday when you had sat with your job group at lunch. You had just locked eyes with Newt when someone spoke up to your right, startling you.

“I know you’re probably averse to the smell by now,” You glanced over, meeting eyes with the friendly boy from yesterday, Josh, “But it’s my day off today so I probably don’t smell like klunk right now, if you want to eat together?” His smile was bright, matching his light blue eyes. At your silence, he quickly added, “I’m not sitting with the other Sloppers today either. Well, except for Chuck. But it’s his day off too.” His shrug brought a small smile to your face, and you nodded to him.

He placed a hand on your elbow and gently guided you to the edge of the tables, finally releasing you as he sat across from Chuck. You smiled at the boy as you took your seat next to Josh, laughing at Chuck’s excitement for you to be joining them for lunch. He immediately dove into a story about his day, Josh remaining silent but pleasant next to you. You were glad for Chuck’s almost constant dialogue, as it didn’t prompt you to engage more than you volunteered, and it kept your mind busy enough.

“So,” At this Chuck finally paused, gaining your attention at the shift in the atmosphere, “I had heard they did the whole ‘chicken chase’ today?” You could see Chuck was scanning your face, trying to glean some insight into your feelings. You tried your best to put what Fry had told you out of your head, pasting a smile on your face. Chuck, unable to know any better, grinned along with you.

“Yeah! Winston said I did great catching it! All by myself, didn’t need to send anyone over.”

“After that massive fall though,” A familiar accented voice added playfully, and you looked behind you to see Newt holding a tray with his half-eaten lunch on top. As he placed his tray to the side Josh wasn’t on, he sat sideways on the bench, facing you. “Lucky that dirt didn’t stick.” He reached out anyway, brushing a stray clump off of your shoulder with a kind smile. You had expected the flashes of visions to return once more, but thankfully they had stayed away, and all you were left with was Newt’s attractive face focused on you. You hoped the heat you felt on your cheeks was from sunburn, or something similar, and that you weren’t already blushing at having Newt’s full attention.

“I heard it happens often,” You lied, dropping your gaze down to your plate with a small smile, half pleased that Newt had joined you, and half stung from the prank revelation. “Y’know, tripping and making a fool of yourself during the ‘typical Greenie prank.’”

You felt more than seen Josh tense beside you, and you lifted your eyes slowly to notice Chuck’s fallen expression. You refused to look toward Newt during this, remembering his laughter earlier and wondering if he was somehow in on it. It was Chuck who had finally broken the silence.

“I would’ve helped, y’know? If I hadn’t been- well, preoccupied.” He shrugged, playing with his empty tray. You felt your smile grow, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Mhm, and what, praytell, was this preoccupation you had? Josh told me it was your day off.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know a Keeper’s job is never finished!”

“He was sleeping,” Josh muttered to you, startling a laugh out of you. Chuck blushed visibly, shrugging.

“I mean, who could deny a good nap?”

“But you still managed to get up in time for lunch?” Josh added on helpfully, finishing the last few bites of his own.

“Three meals a day, Josh! What's the point if not?” Chuck’s exclaimed, your mind instantly rushing back to the first day you arrived, and you catch Thomas’ exact phrasing. You wonder how much time he spends with Thomas if he’s quoting him directly like that. Hearing Newt chuckle to your side, you wonder if he noticed the same thing.

“True enough, my friend,” Josh exclaims before yawning, stretching in an obvious way. “Although, after my busy morning and with lunch out of the way, I think I’m ready for an afternoon nap.”

“Oh!” Chuck gasps, grinning toward Josh, “I’ll join you! Let’s go!” They both stand, Chuck a bit bouncier than his counterpart, and begin making their way toward the kitchen to drop their trays off. It’s silent between you and Newt for a moment, and you take another bite of your lunch, close to finishing it off yourself.

“I’m sorry,” Newt whispered, gathering your attention. You turned to meet his eyes, and realize he hadn’t turned away from you this whole time, still facing you on the bench. His eyes were sad though, and he was almost sporting a pout on his lips. “I would’ve told them otherwise if I had thought about it. Especially after your rough morning-”

“Don’t worry about it!” You’re quick to cut him off, pasting on a smile once more. It hurt your chest, just slightly, to use a poker face with Newt. You knew already that you wanted to be honest with him. “It’s fine, really. Everyone gets the treatment, I’m sure. I’m the newbie, the odd one out.”

“You’re not though,” Newt immediately replies, a furrow on his brow, “An odd one out? Not to me anyway. And not to Tommy.” You tilt your head, considering this, before asking the first thought that came to your mind.

“Why do you call him Tommy?” Newt was understandably startled at the change of subject, looking down toward his lunch with just the hint of a blush lighting his cheeks.

“Hm? Well, it’s a nickname, you see. That’s this name that people give you-”

“That you gave him,” You interrupted, your smile growing, turning real once more. “I haven’t heard anyone else call him that.” Newt just shrugs in response, and you couldn’t hold back a laugh. You notice the slight pout come back to Newt’s lips, and you shake your head, turning in your seat to face him. “So, anyway, who exactly is Josh?” You could see Newt’s confusion clear as day as he turns to face you again.

“What? We were just eating lunch with him.” You roll your eyes, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

“I meant, what did you tell Tommy last night? When he asked?” It took a moment for Newt to process this question before he abruptly laughs, shaking his head fondly.

“I told him the truth,” He smirks at you, a mischievous look in his eyes, “He’s Chuckie’s crush.” You gasp in response, your grin widening as you lean forward.

“No! Really?” Newt only nodded in response, tearing a piece of meat off of his lunch and placing the small bite in his mouth. You look up toward the sky, wracking your brain to try and remember any indication of this new revelation from yesterday when you worked with the pair. Chuck did seem to glance up at Josh a lot when they worked the fertilizer together- though, not a very romantic setting, you could admit. “Crazy. I never would’ve guessed.”

“You haven’t been here even a week yet. Give it time, you’ll be able to point out everyone’s infatuations.” Newt chuckled lightly, and as you lowered your gaze back to him, you noticed the soft look in his eye was back.

“So what about you?” At Newt’s question-mark of an expression, you barreled on, “Who’s your crush?”

Newt immediately shook his head, mumbling an “Irrelevant,” quietly and directing his attention to his food once more, raising a hand to pull at his earlobe. You laugh lightly, your smile beginning to hurt your cheeks. He was cute like this, you noticed. Blushing, soft, and slightly awkward. And it seemed like it should be weird; you’ve been here almost three days now and yet you felt like you knew him so intimately already. It felt like-

“[Y/N]!” You turn your head, noticing Winston already standing a few feet away from the dining area. “Back to work, let’s go! Can’t spend all day chatting with Newt!” You notice another Slicer say something to Winston, both laughing and cracking up with each other. You instead turn your attention back to Newt, who looked slightly disappointed.

“Well, that’s me I guess. This was fun though, I’m glad I got to spend lunch with you. Part of it, anyway.” It’s instinctual, leaning over and giving Newt a hug. He felt warm against you, his shirt sun-soaked from working the fields all day. Newt turns stiff at first, long enough for you to begin to regret your sudden action, but just as you’re about to pull away he raises his arms and wraps them around your shoulders, pulling you closer. His grip isn’t tight, but it’s extremely comforting in a way that you didn’t realize you needed. It soothed the wound left open from this morning, and breathing in his earthy scent almost closed it entirely.

The hug felt simultaneously too long and yet not long enough before you finally pull back, feeling the heat on your cheeks once more. You pick up your tray, standing from your seat and smiling down at him. “Find me after work? Maybe we can think up our own prank?” And with Newt’s encouraging smile, you began your trek to take your tray back and resume your responsibilities.

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You realized a tad too late that Winston was leading you to the building in the middle of the pens- the Bloodhouse. Apprehension filled you, however, you felt obligated to follow along. Winston was ranting on about some sort of story, involving the pigs if you remembered correctly, but your mind was already running with scenarios, trying to prepare yourself for whatever you would witness stepping inside the building. Winston pushed the door open and entered easily, and you followed cautiously behind him, casting one last glance at the open air of the Glade before stepping inside.

Now, let’s be honest here, when you pictured the ‘Bloodhouse,’ you had pictured blood covering the floor, dripping from the walls, and perhaps meat hooks with carcasses hanging from them. You were instead greeted by a singular, large room. It was clean, almost extremely so. Tanning racks lined one wall, and there were a few hooks hanging from the ceiling, though thankfully empty. A large table was situated in the middle of the room, with a block sitting atop on the right-hand side, handles of knives sticking out of it. You finally looked back to Winston, who had stopped talking and was now just studying you. You felt your shoulders relax, and the man nodded to himself with a pleased expression.

“Alright, wait here. Gotta go grab dinner.” You tilted your head, confused at the wording considering you just left lunch. You did wait though, and as Winston left out a side door, you began to wander through the room, dragging your hand across the leather stretched and strung up between a rack. A loud squawk caught your attention, and you turned to see Winston walking back inside, holding a chicken by the neck. “It’s Friday!”

“Friday?” You reply, confused as Winston rounds the table once more, lining up at the front and laying the chicken down atop.

“Yep! Friday is chicken day.” What happened next seemed so fluid, and you knew it happened in almost an instant but time seemed too slow for you. Winston took hold of a large handle jutting from the wooden block on the table, sliding the giant knife out. With ease and familiarity with the action, he heaved the knife downward, slicing through the neck of the chicken and cutting its entire head off. The last squawk from the chicken burned through your ears, and you felt yourself choke, raising a hand to cover your mouth.

Sure, you knew that whatever meat you had been eating had come from animals. You knew they had to die to be harvested, and eaten. And if you really thought about it, the fact this was called the ‘Bloodhouse’ and was situated between the two animals' pens should’ve given you some type of clue. A clue you didn’t need, you remembered being hesitant as you entered the building. But none of this knowledge prepared you for the surprise of watching a life being taken before your very own eyes.

Before you even realized you were doing in, you had already left the building and began running. You didn’t exactly have a destination in mind, but you just knew you couldn’t stay in that place. You already felt your lunch coming back up at the sight and didn’t want to upchuck in front of the entire Glade. You finally slowed as you reached the trees of the Deadheads, reaching a hand out toward the tree and resting your weight against it, breathing in and out deeply through your mouth in hope that the nausea would fade.

There was a building to your right, with a group of Gladers standing around outside of it. After a cursory glance, you recognized two of them right away: Gally and Ben. After locking eyes with them, you notice Gally say something to the group before both of them began making their way toward you.

“Slicer not for you, huh?” It was Gally who asked, and you could only nod in response as you drew in another breath through your mouth.

“It’s okay, it’s not for everyone,” Ben insisted, finally closing the distance and stretching a hand out to rub your back. Gally stood a few feet away, arms crossed with an almost stern expression. Or maybe that was just how his face rests.

“I just- I didn’t expect-”

“What, that the Bloodhouse would be filled with blood?”

“Gally,” Ben reprimanded, and the man in response deigned to look sheepish, shuffling his feet awkwardly. “It’s okay. It took me by surprise, too. I knew what was going to happen, but seeing it- that’s a different thing altogether.” You could only nod in response, lifting your gaze to finally meet Ben’s.

“I thought you were a Runner?” The statement caused a surprised huff of a laugh from him, and he finally took a step back. Gally, instead, took a step forward, a smirk lighting up his features.

“He is, and a brilliant one at that. But he likes to spend his time with me on his day off.” With the way Gally slings an arm around Ben, and the easy way they move with each other, you could see there was something between them. You couldn’t help but smile, looking between the two happy men. You replied with a light, ‘Oh,’ just as Gally began speaking again. “Actually, since you’re good on the Slicers, why don’t you come over and learn the basics of building? I can show you what a nail is.”

“I know what a nail is, you-” You pause, unsure what you were trying to say, until Ben pipes in helpfully.

“Shank. The word you’re looking for is shank.” Gally then turns a playful glare at his boyfriend, poking him in the side and causing the man to jump away, laughing.

“Teaching the Greenie to call me names? Not a very good partner you are.” His mumbles were half-hearted at best, his smile warring with his words already. You inhaled one more deep breath, and then followed Gally back to the Builder’s hut to hopefully enjoy the rest of your day.

#apricity #newtmas #newt x thomas x reader #newt/thomas/reader #polyamory #newt x reader #thomas x reader #poly!newtmas #maze runner fanfiction #gender neutral reader #second person pov #Chapter two

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i3utterflyeffect · 11 months

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Echoes of Saints

hey so i can’t access my ao3 account rn but i wrote another whole fic about the idea of sliver of straw being saint. this time it’s abt saint’s ascension <3 warning for a brief mention of attempted suicide, nothing too big

Edit: Now on AO3

The endless winding of the cycle.

It was something fae had accepted as fact; a never ending repetition that came from nowhere.

Again, and again.

The void sea pulsed.

It’d come and go in waves, the attunement. Some days fae was curled up in the shelter, shivering away, wanting nothing more than warmth.

Other days, the ice across fae’s fur was nothing but a distant feeling. A sobering shock to the mind, as the bitter teas and gravel had been many ages ago.

How long had it been? How long had fae been sent, again and again, to find the next being in need of their service?

The cycles were to many to count, of course. It was simply a distant curiosity, some remnant of the curious mind Sliver once held, now jaded and silenced by the repetition.

Another life. Another iterator.

Each time, fae would seek out the echoes. Listen to their grief, stand under the karma they shed.

Another life, another iterator.

It wasn’t fun. No, not at all. But fun did not matter. This is what fae was made to create— perhaps fae was not prepared to administer it faerself, but that wasn’t a reason to be upset.

No. It wasn’t.

…another life.

Another iterator.

Fae had to admit, fae was sad to see Looks To The Moon go. Faer was a younger peer, and despite the long distance, they always enjoyed chatting when they could.

And as for Five Pebbles… well, clearly he had needed it. From what little fae knew, the younger iterator had tried to commit the taboo of self-destruction, and failed tragically, inducing rot upon his systems.

Jealousy was not a pretty thing when it came to Sliverists.

…it still struck fae as strange to call them by that name.

But faer mind was wandering from the task at hand.

Perhaps fae was simply too used to having time. Repeating an endless cycle always gave you that.

But now that everyone was gone, and now that they had traversed beyond the rubicon, fae had nothing left to do… except go up.

With a lash of faer tongue, fae dragged themselves upward, into the thicker air above.

The air grew souplike as fae did so. It was so thick that fae could nearly taste it.

The burn of the void seemed distant as they swam up, familiar lights in their vision.

Creatures swam through the abyss as usual, buzzing by with no care to inspect Sliver as they swam upwards.

The burn of the sea— the lights— they felt comforting with the knowledge that their work was done. Even if fae only echoed through reality with faer disappearance, it was a welcome fate.

One that the ancients did not give fae.

Fae had earned faer fate, and a special kind of satisfaction settled in their chest at that.

The noise in their ears grew louder, like the pulse of water running through conduits, or perhaps a river.

But suddenly, something rushed past, and their path was interrupted.

A grey and red streak blew through Sliver’s vision, the presence causing a pulse in the void sea.

Again and again, it beat against Sliver, a punishing set of waves that were more powerful than any leviathan’s wake.

And as quickly as the rush had started, it stopped.

Huge, alien eyes stared down, as a head on a tendril leaned down to observe.

Sounds filled Sliver’s head. Sounds they did not understand. The light was filling their eyes now, and as they took a breath in, suddenly, they understood something.

This was the creature that watched over. The creature that had created Karma, perhaps, or simply just the enforcer.

The reason for their existence.

Its eyes held no benevolence, only empty judgement.

And suddenly, Sliver knew.

Sliver knew it had to end.

Fae opened their eyes

and locked

onto

faer

target.

A blast of light penetrated the void as the creature wailed, swimming upwards. It wound and wound, and suddenly, all of the symbols seemed to make sense.

They counted down.

And then, they were nonsensical.

And then, once Sliver blinked, everything was gone.

Their mind empty, they pulled themself upwards through the sea.

But as they swam, thoughts intruded upon their peace.

Is this what the ancients hoped for?

This does not feel like peace.

This does not feel like an ending.

I feel incomplete. I did everything they asked of me.

Why does it still ache?

I am still swimming. Ever and ever.

I can feel it burning through my chest.

This is not what we wanted.

This is not what I wanted.

Why did they leave us here to build towards an ending for them?

I miss my friends.

I miss having a home.

I miss the taste of lilypucks and orange goo and blue fruits.

I miss everything.

Sliver of Straw opened faer eyes, and remembered.

And remembered.

No one else would remember it for fae.

So fae would remember the stories history did not care to record.

Fae closed faer eyes.

Fae could see everything.

#Rain world #rain world saint #rw downpour #rw #rain world sliver of straw #rain world sos #rw sos #rw sliver of straw

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INTRO TO SCREAM [FROGGYS VERSION]

Warnings: Canon typical violence, mentions of murder.

Word count: 533

a/n: My first fic for a dr! This fic and future fics is basically just like other fanfiction except its my dr and there are changes to the scream movies. It's basically like fics that would be written in my dr or basically it's just telling the story of my dr. Idk hiw to explain it, but you'll get it hopefully soon. And future fics will hopefully be longer.

a/n 2: I HATE THIS SO MUCH. I wrote this while I had writers block and just came up with stuff as i went, and I'm a little rusty at writing, but I promise when I actually try I can write something decent 😅 + this was super rushed cause I wanted to get a fic out and I'm super tired rn

Luci didn’t know what to do. After all, she was only 10 years old. She didn’t know how to handle the fact that her best friend's brother was a murderer, and that his accomplice was her own former babysitter.

Lets give this whole situation some context, Luci Prescott was adopted at 2 years old, by a nice couple named Maureen and Neil. She even had a new sister! But fast forward to 1990, to when Sidney met Stu Macher and Billy Loomis, to when Luci met Kira, Kira Loomis.

Kira and Luci immediately hit it off, whenever you saw one of them the other would be following a few steps behind. They were stuck together like legos. You know the saying, “Opposites attract.”? That never applied to Kira and Luci. They loved almost all of the same things. They had the same fashion sense, they had the same taste in movies, they loved the same books and so on. Even when they argued they would never stay mad at each other for more than 12 hours. They were just the perfect duo.

But it all changed in 1995. The year of Maureen Prescott's murder. Kira had distanced herself from Luci a few months prior to the murder, Luci thought that it was because Kira’s mom, Nancy Loomis had left her and Billy alone with their father, so Lucy naturally gave Kira the space she needed, despite how hard it was. Luci thought she had eventually gotten used to not seeing Kira so often after a few weeks, but things got worse when Luci and Sidney’s mother was violently murdered.

Luci was only 9 years old when it happened, she was curled up in her pastel pink blankets when she heard the screams and sobs of her older sister. She had jumped out of bed and sprinted towards the location of the disturbing sounds, which was her mothers bedroom. When Luci got to the doorway, her blood went cold and her stomach dropped into the depths of the underworld. she felt as if her heart stopped beating and as if she couldn't breathe. She’d never forget the image of her older sister kneeling over their mothers mutilated body.

After her mothers death, Luci wanted nothing more than to see Kira again, and she did! But not in the way she’d want to.

“You’re leaving?” The nine year old asked the dark blonde who was standing on the front lawn of the Prescott house.

“Yeah, my mom wants me to come live with her.” Kira said plainly.

“How long will you be staying there?” Luci queried with tears in her round and brown eyes.

“I'm not coming back. I’m gonna be living there. Didn’t you hear me the first time?” Kira stated the last sentence with a little more attitude than before.

Luci fidgeted with her small hands and couldn’t help but feel as if Kira held a little bit of resentment towards her. But for what reason? They had been stuck together like puzzle pieces less than half a year ago. But Luci didn’t realize that puzzles fell apart from the smallest of disturbances. But in Luci’s case this disturbance would ruin her life.

#scream [froggys version]#desired reality #fame dr #shifting #reality shifting #shifting edit #scream 1996 #sidney prescott #billy loomis #stu macher

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historicfailure · 2 years

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Weekly Heads-Up

Coming Up:

for this week, I have nothing >-<

Working On:

the sixth chapter of “Work Under Water” and I’ve got to tell you... NSFW content is coming ;D

the NSFW one-shot of being stuck with Kakashi in a small space... Yes, I’m on a one-track-mind right now >-<

Also, as my Kakashi-content really has been paused in favor of other fictional men lately, I’m working away on an old project of mine: Love Notes ;D I already explained some stuff about it in the past, but rn I’m trying to smooth out some edges as well as get further than the third/fourth chapter which I already have written down.

Plus, I’m also streamlining the third installment of the Modern AU series, in the same universe in which Build a Close Connection and The Forest Cat Café happen. It’s not secret that the third part will be about Kakashi, and I already have a pretty good idea what I want to happen and how things will play out ;D

And just for you guys, and so I can motivate myself to finish this one a bit earlier than usual, a little snippet of the sixth chapter of “Work Under Water”:

~ X ~

“Then let me tell you something, babe.”

You only had the hint of a warning, in the way the corners of his mouth quirked up. His massive hands grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled. Lifted you upwards, still grinning and obviously reveling in the surprised squeal you let out.

“Since the moment I saw you,” a quick kiss was pressed to your lips, just a hint of toe-curling passion and lava-hot lust, “I wanted to bury myself inside you. Fuck, you and your curves. Everything about you screams to be ravished.”

Heat rose into your face. Sure, you had read one too many steamy novels and fanfic where characters talked like that, but to experience it first hand… Especially as it was directly aimed at you!

Kisame continued, ignoring how you squirmed and wiggled in his grip, his hands as secure and safe as a baby’s cradle as he held you against him easily. “Not one day passed since I saw you in which I didn’t have to stop myself from jerking off to you. Sometimes,” his grin widened, turned cheeky and almost devilish, “I came so hard that I didn’t have the strength to get up and clean myself afterwards. I would just lay there, cum spread all over my stomach and my own dick still twitching and wanting more. More of you, babe.”

“Oh god, Kisame…”

Him breathing heavily, chest heaving with spurts and splutters of white ribbons painted upon his skin. One hand fisted into the sheets of the bed, the other still loosely curled around his still painfully hard cock. Face flushed, eyes half-lidded, a satisfied smile drawn upon his features as his body relaxed into the afterglow.

Fuck, you wanted to see for yourself so, so badly.

~ X ~

I have no excuse ;D

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ilovekazuhaa · 2 years

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“I loved you too”

julieta x fem reader

genre: angst, like major angst

hey, I said more angst was coming so here it is :) i started writing this a while ago and never finished it. I hope you guys enjoy it. I’m going through a writing block rn so sorry if this sucks :p

The sun rose that fateful morning and the sun shone through your window, casting the light over your eyes. Opening them, you were met with the morning sunlight. Your eyelids felt heavy and your face had marks from the blanket on it. You got up, stretching your aching body as you walked over to the window. Yawning, you looked up and saw the sky. It was the crack of dawn, so you saw the beautiful pink, orange, and yellow colors that painted the sky. It reminded you of her. In fact, everything reminded you of her. She was the only thing you thought about that brought a smile to your face.

You liked her for a while, and finally decided to do something about it today. Better late than never, right? Julieta was your best friend, so telling her how you felt was kind of risky, but you didn’t want to miss your chance. She had just turned 21 and her mother was already trying to make her choose wedding candidates. You always got so jealous when Julieta’s mother, Alma asked her about her choices for a partner.

“So, have you found the special guy yet?” the woman’s voice echoed in your ears and it made you want to yell at her. You just wanted your best friend to make her own choices, not be forced into them. Every time Alma asked Julieta about future partners though, your eyes practically begged her to look your way and notice how you would hug her a little longer before every departure, or your intention when you held her hand but she never did. You figured Julieta just needed to be told straight up because god was the woman totally oblivious.

She always responded with a “I’m still looking” or a “maybe soon mamá” so it made you feel like there was still hope.

“Today’s the day, the day I’ll finally tell her” you said to yourself.

After all these years, you finally gained the guts to tell Julieta how you felt about her, and nothing was going to stop you. As you stared at the bright sun shining through the clouds, you contemplated your decision.

‘what if she says no? what if she doesn’t love me back? what if… she doesn’t like girls?’ You thought, worry plastered all over your face as you paced back and forth in your bedroom.

“No” you said, stopping in your tracks.

“I’m done being scared, done with the what ifs. I promised myself I’d tell her today, so that’s what I’m gonna do.” You planned you’d tell her tonight, after you finished working.

“Sounds like a plan self. You got this.”

Letting out a large exhale, you finalized your decision and walked out the door.

On your way to work you always deliberately walked through the plaza, to get a glimpse of her beautiful smile. You only painted houses for a living anyway, so it didn’t matter if you were late.

You smiled as soon as you saw her at her stand. The familiar sight of her light blue dress and peppered locks tied into a loose bun set you under a spell.

“Julieta!” you shouted happily as you passed her stand and waved. As soon as she heard you, her brown eyes frantically searched for the voice calling to her until she finally saw you, her eyes burning into your soul. Your heart skipped a few beats at her everlasting gaze.

She smiled softly. It seemed as if time was going in slow motion because in that very moment it seemed like there was nothing but you and her.

“Hola mi vida” she mouthed as she waved back to you.

Your eyes darted to her soft lips and they pulled into a small smile as she responded to your cheery greet to her. They looked so soft, so plump. A few curls fell over her face and her loose bun shook with her every move. Her small hands held the plate of arepas, the steam coming off of them and into her nose. She inhaled deeply, taking in the warm smell of her food, rolling her eyes in admiration of it’s aroma. Gosh she was so beautiful, it was almost impossible to resist her intoxicating beauty. She was always so warm and you felt safe with her. This was how being in love felt alright, and it hit you like a truck.

You stopped walking and just stared at her with the biggest smile on your face, people continuing to pass from every direction. Your heart fluttered. You’d do anything to hold her hand, kiss her soft lips and wake up next to her everyday.

As she continued to tend to the injured, you gazed at her with such an ‘i love you’ look, it was easy for anyone to tell that you were head over heels for the town’s healer.

She was already back in work mode, not noticing your eyes scan every little part of her appearance. The way she was so gentle with everyone and treated them so kindly made you love her even more. People began to watch you staring at the woman and you heard giggles and whispers but it didn’t matter. Because the only opinion you cared about was that of the woman that stoodin front of you.

“Alright, time to get to work” you said, collecting yourself and making your way to the first house of the day.

“Gracias señora Guzmán!” You exclaimed as you received your tip from the final house of the day.

“Buy something cute for you and your boyfriend” she said with a chuckle.

“But I don’t have… a..” your voice faltered, your mind wandering to your best friend. Quickly grabbing your things, you thanked the woman again and made your way towards Julieta’s house.

You checked your watch.

“Crap, it’s 8 o’clock already, Julieta just finished dinner, she’s expecting me.”

Everyday after work you went over to Casita to just talk to your friend about your long, exhausting day, that is how you two stayed so close after all.

As you finally reached the home, you were about to knock when the reality of the situation hit you. This would make or break the future of your relationship with Julieta. You gulped before inhaling and exhaling slowly, preparing yourself for any of the two possible outcomes.

Knocking on the door, you took one last shaky breath before it slowly opened.

“I was wondering when you’d come” Julieta said as she looked at you and gave you a heart stopping smile, her head tilting slightly. The young woman stood there, hand on her hip, looking at you as if you were her spouse, waiting for you to come home. Except she wasn’t your wife. You could stare at her forever if you had the chance to. You smiled back, a light blush spreading on your cheeks. You looked like a doting teenager in love. It was so obvious. Looking at her, you got teary eyed, realizing how deep your love for this woman truly was.

“I’m sorry Juli, I had such a long day and I just finished painting my last house” you joked, raising your hands in surrender as you walked in. Were you still smiling? How could she do this to you so easily?

“Y/N mi vida, I have something I need to tell you” she said suddenly, closing the door behind you.

Your felt your heart rate pick up. She never got serious unless it was something important. “Okay” you responded. You tried your best to hide the fear in your voice but you couldn’t.

“I have something I need to tell you too. But you first, I’m sure it’s more important anyway” you added.

“Ay Y/N, what you have to say is always important too mi corazon. Come on, follow me” she pointed her head towards the kitchen as she walked towards it.

Following her lead, every step you took became became heavier and heavier. You kept telling yourself to stay calm and that it couldn’t be that serious. It was just the nerves that were building up, it was no big deal.

“Sit” she motioned for you to find a spot on the counter, next to the window. After you sat down, she stood in front of you and nervously fidgeted with the strings on her apron.

“So you know how mi mama is trying to get me to marry now right?”

“mhm” you nodded, palms starting to get sweaty. Had she found someone?

“Well I met this guy…” she paused, looking at you for approval “and I’m marrying him in 6 months. And to be honest, I think I love him.”

Your heart sank to your stomach. Did this mean it was too late? Too late to tell her how you felt? Your chance was gone, and you could never get it back. How could you ever let yourself think you had a chance in the first place? You were a women, and she wanted to marry a man. How could you ever think she saw you that way? You were just a friend to her and nothing more.

Your eyes widened as you felt your face heat up. You wanted to cry right there.

“What! Who even is he?!” you exclaimed, trying not to lose your cool because you didn’t want to hurt her feelings. The woman gasped at your sudden outburst, nervously responding “It’s Agustín. You know… big nose, glasses, accident prone. He just moved into the encanto and-”

“I don’t want you to marry that guy” you said, cutting her off with a bitter tone.

“Porque? Is he a bad guy?” she came up to you, placing her soft hand on your cheek.

“You just- you just shouldn’t marry him.” Embarrassed of how this is going for you so far, you look down at your lap.

Julieta stood in front of you, pouting a bit. She looked down at you, trying to figure out why you didn’t want her to marry this man.

As soon as you did so tears started to flow out of your eyes. And you just let them fall. The woman realized what was happening and she gasps.

“Y/N? Mi vida, you okay? Why are you upset?” she says as she tilts your head up to look at her. Sadness and grief flowed through your veins because you weren’t going to get the girl. You weren’t going to get the happy ending.

Not being able to look her in the eyes, you push her hand away from you. It was so hard to do, because there was nothing you wanted more than to have her hands all over you. This sparked a soft gasp from her again, but she didn’t back down. She just wanted to know what was wrong, so she could fix it. You were her best friend, she’d do anything for you.

Feeling rage fill you from head to toe, you let your heart take over.

“How can you marry a man you barely even know!” you yelled, making Julieta flinch a bit. You felt so bad for screaming at her.

The woman kept her composure, wanting to figure out what was wrong “Y/N I’m so confused… Do you not want me to be happy?”

You stood up from your spot on the counter and finally looked her in the eyes. You gasped, seeing her worried expression. She held her hands together, worriedly, as if she was waiting for an explanation. Her eyebrows were raised, her eyes open wide, and her mouth was slightly agape. She was so worried and you felt bad for putting her in this situation. You felt bad for loving her in the first place.

“Of course I want you to be happy! I’d put your happiness before mine without a second thought! It’s just that this is killing me because I love you!” your voice shook as you said this. Tears were now pouring out of your eyes, like a waterfall. Your lip quivered and your hands shook. Were you really doing this?

“I love you! I’m so in love with you and I have been for so long and it’s eating me up inside! I want nothing more than to live happily with you! Bake with you! Sing with you! Dance with you! Grow old with you! Die with you! Kiss you! Love you!” Julieta put her hand on her chest as she backed away from you.

“Y/N I-“ she reached out to hold your hand. Holding it tightly, she said the thing that would cause your absolute downfall.

“I’m sorry… I don’t love you in that way.”

As those words escaped her lips, you felt your heart shatter and your dreams disappear.

“I’m flattered, really but-”

You just backed away, furthering yourself from her grasp.

“Is that what you think this is?! Me trying to flatter you?!” You let out a loud sob. Just looking at her face made you want to rip your heart out. It would’ve been better if you just never said anything in the first place.

You stood in the middle of the kitchen, your entire body shook with every move you made and your tears of sorrow fell to the ground below you, planting seeds of love that would never grow.

“But I get it” you mumbled.

Hot tears streamed down your face with every passing second. Your throat was dry and your eyes were filled with tears that blurred your vision.

“Not all love is two sided” you said as you grabbed your things and pushed past her, bumping into her as you ran out.

All of this happened so fast, and Julieta had no time to react. The woman was left speechless with your sudden heartfelt confession. She heard the sadness and anger in your voice. You wanted to love her so badly, and she had no idea. Were you really in love with her all this time?

“Y/N wait! Por favor! Y/N please don’t go!” The woman followed you until you were outside of casita. She grabbed your arm as you ran. You looked back at her, gazing into those big brown eyes that you loved one last time before you had to let them go forever. Julieta was going to get married, meaning a new chapter of her life would start and that sure as hell wouldn’t include you. It was going to hurt too much to see someone live the life you wanted with her.

She looked in your eyes and saw the heart shattering pain that was deteriorating your soul. You pulled your arm out of her grasp and started running as you wiped your tears away.

Julieta stood there, helpless. The woman dropped to her knees, her hand reaching out to your figure as it slowly faded into the darkness. She wanted to run after you so badly but it was as if she was stuck to the ground, her mother’s demands used as the glue that kept her there. It wasn’t supposed to end this way. She felt as if she was losing a piece of her, getting colder and colder as your distance from her grew. What would you two do when you got past this? If you got past this.

Running home, you thought about your desire to stay there with her. You wanted to turn back and embrace her so badly. You were running away from the place you wanted to be, but that was easier than facing the woman you so truly loved marrying someone else.

You were so filled with anger, with despair, with fear. Was this how it felt to get your heart broken?

You didn’t even know who you were mad at. Julieta? Agustín? Yourself? The world? Fate? It was all too confusing, your emotions were too strong at the moment.

As you ran home, you felt your steps get heavier. Felt your breathing get harder. Felt yourself getting colder. The warmth that completed you was missing.

Reaching the door of your home, you felt strangely tired, all while you were still crying. You tried your best to calm yourself down, only with the thought of the woman you loved so very much on your mind.

Reaching your room, you closed the door and shut it behind you. Leaning on it, you slid down and sat there. Tears continued to pour out of your eyes that were now puffy and red. The paint that was previously on your face was now melted into your tears, scattering all over your clothes.

Looking over at your dresser, there was a picture of you and Julieta smiling. You grabbed it and held it in front of you. She was hugging you tightly and you were laughing. In this photo, your best friend had such a big smile on her face. Her tan skin had formed a small blush and you stared at those beautiful lips of hers. They were always one of your favorite qualities. You held the frame in your hand, kissing the picture softly. It was one of your most prized possessions and you looked at it every night as you dozed off to sleep. Staring at this photo only made you want to cry more, so without thinking, you threw it across the room and you heard the glass shatter. You started hyperventilating at the thought of letting her go you and wiped your teary eyes once more.

It was such a beautiful, happy memory that now turned into one that made you sad and want to drown in your own self pity.

You fell asleep to the sound of your sobs that night. Looking at all of the little notes she left you with your “surprise meals” you held them close to your chest and woke up with them crumpled in your hands, stained by your tears. You had heavy eye bags and your cheeks were still tinted pink. Your body felt an unusual soreness and stress, all of this was so exhausting, you had just lost your childhood best friend.

Everyday for the next few weeks, you started to see her everywhere. No matter where you were, she would find you, asking to talk. Every time she tried to talk, you ignored her, finding it easier to avoid your feelings than face them head on. At least you knew she cared somewhat.

Because of this though, there was nothing to look forward to everyday, no one to talk to and laugh with. If you could undo this, you totally would. Being near her everyday and loving her in silence was better than not having her by your side and her knowing about your feelings towards her. Everything you did reminded you of her. Every color you saw, every time you had a meal, every time you looked at the sky, you saw her in it.

Julieta had invited you to the wedding, but you decided not to attend for obvious reasons and she understood that. She felt guilty for the way she handled things that day, not running after you when you needed her most. She tried to shut out her feelings and focus on getting married to the man she claimed to love. Standing at the altar, she looked for you. Looked for your precious face that was engraved in her memory and when she didn’t see it, she felt a little piece of her heart chip away. Moving her attention to the man in front of her, she vowed to love him in sickness and in health, till death parts them. It was a statement that required an “I do” and it was something she didn’t want to say. But for the sake of the family and the miracle, she agreed to it.

But did she really love him? It was a question she would be asking herself for the rest of her life.

Thinking back to that day, she hated herself for how she lied to you. When Julieta said she didn’t like you like that, it felt so wrong. It felt like she was lying and she just wanted you to see right through that, but you didn’t. She wondered how things would turned out if she was honest with you. Her heart longed for yours so badly, it almost hurt.

Should she have told you how she felt that day too? Or was it better to let you run off into the darkness, accepting that all hope was lost? Because in fact it had not been. Julieta was too afraid to say it. Too afraid to admit to herself that she loved you too, the entire time. And now she had already consented to a life she didn’t want to live, and that would forever be the woman’s biggest regret.

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years

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Twin Bed (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Anonymous said:

are u taking requests rn? 🥺 ive read ur tsukki fics and i know to myself ur the only one who can write this request amazingly: tsukki sneaking in to his s/o’s room at night bc he misses her and he saw how cute she is in her pajamas but couldnt help getting turned on as well bc she is wearing shorts and an oversized shirt it also didnt help that her bed is for one person only ;) UR AN AMAZING AUTHOR AND NEVER STOP WRITING TSUKKI OR HAIKYUU SCENARIOS COS THE PPL NEED U

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Word Count: 2,475

Rated: Explicit

Warnings: SMUT, my shit writing, bad language

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Yoooo this is was legit so fun to write lmao. I hope I did your request justice anon and I appreciate your kind words!!! I know I have other requests sitting in my inbox and I will try and to get to them soon. I might be a bit inactive the next couple of weeks, I will be going vacation (I definitely fucking need it lol) this week and then I start classes again. RIP. I hope you guys enjoy this one and let me know what you think!:) I literally am at a lost for words with how amazing you guys are and how unproblematic you guys have been considering the bullshit that’s been going around in the community. I just want to reiterate that this is a safe and fun place for everyone, it is never my intention to make anyone uncomfortable and if I do please let me know so that I can apologize correctly for it! But to make things clear I will not tolerate any fuckery on this blog, I don’t have the energy nor the patience to deal with shit like that. We are all capable of being decent human beings to each other. No drama, no bullshit, just a fun and safe place for everyone that wants to be part of it. ANYWAY, enough of my ranting, please enjoy this filth and my shit writing lmao 😘😘😘💕💕💕💕

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You frowned slightly as you looked at your phone, your eyes squinting against the harshness of the light.

Tsukishima had texted you, multiple times - at two in the morning - in fact. While you dearly adored your boyfriend of only five months, you didn’t exactly adore the fact that he woke you up at this time.

Especially considering you had to be up in about five hours to get ready for an exam.

You sighed through your nose as you tugged your blankets from your body and made your way to your door.

“Kei… it’s two in the morning…” You yawned, looking up at your tall boyfriend with sleepy eyes. “The dorm manager is going to get mad at me if she catches you here.”

“Well let’s not get caught then.” he drawled out, gold eyes flickering over your body. A blonde eyebrow arched up; “is that my shirt?”

You blinked at him for a moment, not fully registering what he had just asked before a soft blush began to coat your cheeks.

You were definitely wearing one of his shirts, a green Sendai Frogs shirt that was way too big for your body, given his tall stature. He had left the shirt at your dorm two weeks ago, and naturally you wore it to bed almost every night.

“No.” You said in a small voice, carefully playing with your fingers as you looked up at him through your lashes.

A soft blush covered Tsukishima’s cheeks before he scoffed, his slender fingers reaching up to push his glasses back up his nose. “You’re a terrible liar. Looks good on you though.” he said, brushing past you to get into your room.

You turned to see him plop himself onto your bed, and you couldn’t help but stare. It was a strange sight to see to say the least. His 6’4 frame was just a tad out of place in your room, especially sitting on your incredibly small bed. But more so he was out of place because, well, your boyfriend was beautiful. It was like a Greek god decided to pay you a secret visit before the sun came up, ready to disappear at any moment.

Tsukishima’s hair was tousled perfectly, the tight black shirt he wore complimented him perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and thick biceps. You felt your mouth go dry as you realized that he was wearing grey sweatpants, clinging low on his hips.

How could someone look so good at two in the morning?

“Are you just going to stare at me the entire time?” He called out, his back leaning against the wall your bed was pushed up against, his phone in hand.

“You’re the one that wanted to come over.” you frowned, locking your door before making your way towards the bed. “You’re taking up all the space.” You whined.

He rolled his eyes before his long legs parted, creating a space on the bed. “Come here.”

You felt your face burn even more, a strange shyness overtaking you at the intimate position he wanted you in.

It wasn’t like you had never been close to Tsukishima before, you guys had been intimate, many times... but then why were you so nervous all of a sudden?

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, a blonde eyebrow quirked up.

“Shut up.” you grumbled, carefully climbing over one of his long legs. You settled yourself against him, your upper body fitting easily between his legs, your back resting against his stomach and your head gently pressing into his strong chest.

Resting against Tsukishima was far better than resting in your tiny bed.

One of his arms carefully wrapped around your waist, his large hand gently pressing against your stomach, the other hand held his phone in front of both of you, a volleyball game overtaking the screen.

It was silent for a moment, both of you absorbed in the video. It had only been fifteen minutes into the game when Tsukishima began looking over your body. His gold eyes taking in your bare legs before flickering up. He zeroed in on the exposed skin of your hip, the shirt you wore had been pulled up slightly.

He swallowed thickly, arousal beginning to spike in his blood. Christ, it wasn’t like you were naked right now; it wasn’t like you were wearing anything incredibly enticing, but… fuck. Tsukishima began wracking his brain for when the last time it was that he had seen you. That’s right, it had been a while, a little over two weeks in fact.

His sudden desire was because he had just missed you right? He couldn’t possibly be turned on from the simple fact that you were in the shortest shorts known to man, or the fact that you were in his shirt and you weren’t…. Christ, you weren’t wearing a fucking bra.

He could see your hardened nipples through the shirt despite how baggy it was on your small body.

“Can you hold the phone, my arm is getting tired.” he said quietly, hoping that you hadn’t felt his hardening member against your back just yet.

“Really Kei?” you rolled your eyes but took his phone nonetheless, your eyes completely glued to the screen. The game was just beginning to get interesting.

It was silent again.

But this time, Tsukishima trailed his hand down to your exposed skin, carefully sliding his fingers under your shirt, gently tracing against your soft skin.

You sighed softly at his touch, your body wiggling slightly against him to get more comfortable. Tsukishima took that as a good sign, his hands traveling further up, the rough pads of his fingers felt incredible against your skin; goosebumps erupting over your body.

You shivered slightly, desire spiking in the pit of your stomach as his long fingers began moving further up, until they rested just below your breasts. Your breath hitched, your heart thumping loudly in your ears now.

His fingers carefully dragged against the soft underside of your breasts. You felt Tsukishima shift, his upper body sitting up slightly, his lips brushing gently against the shell of your outer ear, hot breath rustled your hair.

“Who’s winning?” he murmured, lips grazing against your ear before carefully brushing down towards your neck.

A soft whimper tore through your lips. “It’s uhmm… uh - o-oh Kei.” your eyes fluttered shut as his tongue darted across your skin, tasting you before biting down softly. You could feel your cunt clenching at his actions, your bundle of nerves suddenly throbbing to be touched.

“What was that?” he teased softly, the hand that was gently caressing the underside of your breasts suddenly moved up, carefully cupping your entire breast, long fingers gently tugging at your hardened nipple.

You moaned loudly before immediately dropping his phone, both hands clasping your mouth shut tightly.

“Oh, that’s right, if your dorm manager caught me here, she would be furious right? I don’t want you getting in trouble, so you best be quiet hmm?” he murmured softly against your skin before pinching your nipple hard between two fingers.

Your breath hitched, your eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rippled through your body.

“But you make the cutest noises when you're turned on.” he said, his voice incredibly quiet and calm, despite the growing hardness that was pressing into your back now. “You’re in quite the dilemma, aren’t you?”

His other hand suddenly trailed down, his fingers curling against your through your shorts.

“Fuck… you’re soaked.” he groaned quietly, feeling your arousal leaking through your panties and staining your shorts.

He suddenly leaned back once again, your head once again resting against his strong chest. But despite his composure, his heart was racing just as much as yours.

He suddenly bucked his hips up, his cock rubbing against your back. A soft sigh escaped his lips, the hand that was groping your breast pulled out of your shirt and tangled into your hair, gently tugging and forcing you to arch your neck, staring up at the blonde male now.

His gold eyes held nothing but lust now as he stared down at you with half-lidded eyes.

You had never seen a more gorgeous man in your entire life.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice deep with arousal. But before you could say anything, the hand that was grasping you through your clothes suddenly tugged your shorts and panties to the side, long fingers brushing softly against your weeping slit.

Tsukishima exhaled loudly, his cock jumping against your back as he felt just how wet you were.

“Fuck…” he whispered quietly, and carefully slid his finger to the top of your cunt, his finger gently pressing down against your clit.

A jolt of pleasure erupted through your body, your mouth falling open in a silent plea as your eyes fluttered shut.

He began rubbing delicate circles against you, a soft pleasure beginning to build up in your lower stomach, your hips rocking up carefully with his movements.

“K-Kei…” you trembled, your hand reaching down and grasping at his forearm helplessly.

“Are you close?” he asked, his finger pressing down just a little bit harder, but that was all that you needed to get your legs shaking.

The way he touched you… the way that he took care of you… it was no wonder you were completely head over heels for him.

He was just too good.

You nodded helplessly against his chest, and then suddenly he pulled his hand away from your dripping cunt, a soft cry of distress tearing through your lips. Why did he… but you were so close…

“Can you move away for a second?” he asked quietly, gently pushing you forward. You shakily scooted away from him and heard the rustling of sheets and clothes. You twisted your head to look back and - your mouth went dry.

Tsukishima was still resting against the wall, his lower body easily sprawled out against your bed as you still sat between his long legs, but this time… this time… he laid with one hand behind his head, the other was easily grasping his member, lazily sliding up and down his shaft. His grey sweatpants were bunched up around the tops of his thighs, his black shirt pulled up slightly, exposing his lower stomach and the perfect lines of his Adonis belt.

“Come here.” he demanded, you turned to crawl over to him, fully intending on taking him into your mouth- his hand flew up, halting your movements. “No. I want to be inside you.”

Your lips parted slightly as you nodded in a daze, your cunt squeezing around nothing at his words. But before you could sink down on top of his cock, he stopped you once more.

“Turn around.” he commanded. Your lips trembled softly, your hands gripping his upper thighs as you situated yourself on top of him, you could feel his fingers tugging your shorts and underwear to the side again, and then something blunt and thick began rubbing up and down your soaked entrance.

“Don’t tease me Kei, please.” you whimpered out, but before you could plead further, he grabbed your hips, forcing you to sink all the way down onto his member in one movement.

You gritted your teeth tightly, biting back the loud shout that wanted to escape your throat at the sudden intrusion, at the force of him already hitting the most devastating depths within you.

Fuck you had never been quite this full, never had someone quite this deep until you met Tsukishima.

“Shit.” he cursed, growling slightly, his grip on your hips tightening as his eyes fluttered shut as your tight heat engulfed him completely.

He could never get used to this.

After a moment of adjusting to the new intrusion you began rocking your hips, carefully sliding back and forth, your lips forming into a silent o as pleasure jolted through your body at each drag of his cock against your walls.

A soft whimper tore through your lips as he began grabbing handfuls of your ass, his fingers gripping tightly at the soft flesh, kneading and pulling your cheeks apart. Before his hand settled on pulling your shorts and underwear further away, his eyes taking in the obscene way your cunt swallowed his cock.

The quiet room was filled with the sound of rustling sheets, the wet noises of your arousal leaking through your stuffed cunt as Tsukishima slid in and out of you, the soft and breathless moans that escaped your lips, and the soft grunts of Tsukishima as he fought back his release. He couldn’t cum yet, not until you did.

But he could tell that you were close by the desperate way you rocked your hips, faster, sloppier, chasing for a release.

“Cum for me.” he demanded, his large hand cracking down against your ass. Your hand came up, stifling the loud gasp that wanted to escape your lips, your cunt clenching tightly around him. You could feel it then, the pleasure mixed with the sharp pain, the tightness in your lower stomach finally releasing.

“Fuck that’s it.” He murmured, watching as you trembled above him, his hands coming down to grip at your waist, forcing you to move faster against him as he began chasing his own release.

Tsukishima gritted his teeth tightly before carefully shoving you off of his member, a soft cry escaping your lips as you collapsed on top of his legs. He gripped his member tightly, shooting thick ropes of his warmth all over your raised bottom, staining your shorts completely.

“Shit hold on.” he panted slightly, carefully moving himself from under you. He tucked his softening member back into his sweatpants before moving towards your closet, grabbing a towel and making his way back to you. His gentle hands easily cleaning you up before tugging your shorts and panties off, replacing them with fresh ones.

You looked up at him sleepily as he began situating you both on your small body, half of your body resting on top of his as he drew the blankets over your guys’ form.

“You suck Kei. If I fail this exam because I’m too tired to focus, you have to buy me ramen.” you mumbled against his chest, your eyes drooping as sleep began to tug at your mind.

“If you fail this exam just because you’re tired then that just proves you didn’t actually study for it. You should’ve been able to retain that information regardless.” he said, fingers gently running through your hair.

“You suck.” you sighed again, softly nuzzling your face into his chest.

A smile tugged at his lips, but he didn’t say anything else.

Not that you would have listened anyway, considering that you were knocked out now.

Tsukishima’s body was definitely more comfortable than your twin bed.

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silverdelirium · 3 years

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Hi<3 can you turn the blurb “repay” into a full one shot ?

REPAY (FULL ONE-SHOT) | D.M

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYYYY (draco) also this is kinda mixed with this ask: soft smut for dracos bday where hes a soft dom😩

and this one: Idk if you’re taking requests rn but Draco and overstimulation I’m-

this is kinda long im sorry

summary: sugar daddy draco on his birthday (can kinda be seen as not sugar daddy)

warnings: fluffy draco, oral sex, mirror sex, praising, overstimulating (?) size kink, daddy kink

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“you all packed up my darling?” asked draco as he walked into the room to see you closing a suitcase. “yes baby, help me bring it downstairs please” you replied, slightly out of breath from trying to organize everything inside.

“of course” said draco, quickly walking forward and picking up the suitcase like a leaf, taking your hand and marching outside the room, down the stairs.

“i feel kinda guilty, i should be the one paying for this, it is your birthday after all” you pouted, head looking down. it was true, you were ashamed that draco was taking you out on his own birthday to paris.

“y/n we have talked about this. you next to me is all i need, besides we’re both enjoying ourselves aren’t we?” he answered rather sternly.

you nibbled on your lower lip and took a deep breath, your face contorting into a smile as you turned to give him a quick kiss.

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draco palm was placed flat on the small of your back as you made your way up the jet’s stairs.

“woah” you chuckled as you saw the inside, it was huge. thank god for magic you thought as you made your way to a cozy living room, bookshelves against the walls, a door placed at the back which you assumed led to a bedroom.

“you like it?” piped up draco from behind you, making a path to the small kitchen. you eagerly nodded and giggled as you plopped down on the comfortable sofa “yeah, it’s cozy.”

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you were ushered up by a soft pair of hands lightly shaking you. “darling, we’re here” spoke draco softly into your ear. you gave a hum of acknowledgment and stretched your arms above your head, spine subtly cracking in the process.

eventually, you sat up and watched tiredly as draco held out his hand to you.

you gave him a sheepish smile and took his hand. once you both boarded off the jet you looked behind you with a questioning look.

“what about our luggage dray?”

“that’s taken care of my love. come on, a cab will take us to the hotel”

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“well, this is it.” stated draco, looking around the huge hotel room with an expecting look.

“draco! this is beautiful!” you beamed, eyes swimming in wonder as you took in the room, humongous bed, a walk-in closet, a door that you presumed led to a suite, huge mirror positioned on the wall in front of the bed, a small couch with a coffee table and tv, and your favorite part, a pair of glass doors that led to the balcony which gave you a clear view of the eiffel tower.

“i’m glad you like it bubs, come on i’ll show you around” smiled draco. dragging you through the whole room. saving the balcony for last.

“oh draco! this is so pretty” you gushed as your boyfriend showed you the balcony of the room, a perfect view of the city. it was truly romantic.

he smiled at you and came up behind you to envelop your waist in his arms.

“it was nothing my love, you with me is more than enough to make a perfect birthday” he said as he planted a few kisses on your shoulder, then leaning his chin on the top of your head to stare at the tower too.

you couldn’t be any happier, draco’s birthday spent in paris was a dream. you truly didn’t know how you could repay him. well, you kinda did.

your face had a mischievous grin as you turned around in draco’s arms and locked yours around his neck. “hi there” piped draco as he looked down at you.

“hi” you giggled as you planted seductive kisses on his chest. “something on your mind darling?”

“just wanna repay you is all, daddy. and a small birthday gift” you said as you pushed him back onto the room. he gave a low chuckle but obeyed and leaned forward, capturing your lips together as you guided him backwards onto the bed.

“baby we don’t have to” he reassured once his back was pressed against the bed, your form straddling him.

“i want to.” you reassured, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing down his chest.

once his shirt was off, he brought you back up, his slender fingers roaming underneath your dress. you moaned lowly when he kissed you again, tongue skillfully roaming your mouth.

now, he was the one rolling your dress up until it was off, pressing kisses down your stomach, a cheeky smile on his face when he saw a cute green lingerie set on you.

“my pretty baby, all for me.” he whispered, more to himself than you. dragging your panties down with his teeth.

“d-daddy- this is supposed to be about you.” you spoke shakily, a gasp emitting from you as he placed small kisses on your throbbing clit.

“just relax princess, i enjoy seeing you like this” he smirked, licking his lips in anticipation before grabbing your thighs and spreading them. then abruptly burying himself in between your legs, a loud moan of yours feeling the room.

his tongue enveloped your clit sensually, eagerly licking off your arousal while you whimpered above him. he hummed against you when his fingers teased your sopping entrance, caressing it.

“oh my goodness- draco!” you whimpered, looking down to see him staring up at you as he inserted two of his fingers, thrusting them in and out at your favorite pace.

you gave a wanton moan when he curled them, grazing your g-spot as his tongue swirled on your clit.

“im close dray!” you cried out, bucking your hips up.

draco mumbled a cum, lowering his mouth to your entrance, ready to lap up your juices.

you gave a loud pornographic moan as you came, muscles tensing and back arching. meanwhile draco released a moan from himself, drinking desperately at your arousal.

your mind was starting to fall into that foggy state after an orgasm as draco helped you get down from it, removing himself from you and slowly rising, pupils dilated when he saw your blissful form.

he leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to your mouth, a passionate one that had you tasting yourself. “so good baby” he breathed, sneaking his hands behind your back and unclasping your bra. letting your tits fall free, he squeezed one playfully in his hand before making quick work of taking the remains of his clothes off.

after giving his tall cock a few strokes, he positioned you so your head was hanging from the mattress, and since the bed frames were quite tall, you were right in line with his throbbing cock, tip red and oozing pools of pre-cum.

“think you can take it my pretty girl?” he questioned softly, knuckles brushing your cheeks. you gave a small yes and opened your mouth in anticipation.

draco chuckled at your eagerness and grabbed ahold of his cock, slowly inserting it into your mouth, a moan slipping from the feeling of your wet and warm mouth, your tongue already grazing his tip and lightly tracing the base.

you retrained a gag when he hit the back of your throat, your arousal now dripping onto the sheets despite your previous granted orgasm.

“shit baby” moaned draco as he saw the bulge that was formed in your throat, his thick cock outlined. “gonna play with this pretty pussy yeah?” he said, even though it wasn’t really a question, considering his fingers were already toying with your clit while he rolled his hips into your mouth delicately, careful not to overdo anything, yet.

you gave moan as he played with your clit with his thumb, ring and middle finger teasing your entrance, drenching the tips with your arousal.

draco shivered at the vibration and slipped his fingers inside, your hips bucking up to search for more friction. he started to thrust at a slightly faster pace, keeping his ears perked up in case you made a sound of discomfort. at the same time increasing the rhythm of his scissoring fingers, making sure that he was teasing your g-spot.

the room was full of moans and sometimes whimpers from the both of you, a gurgling sound accompanying it when draco gave a bit of a harsh thrust.

his thumb soothed your aching clit in figure eights, trying to get you closer to an orgasm as his balls flexed up, high at its peak.

it seemed to work, considering the way your thighs tried to close and a small wail came from you. and at the same time, you both came. his tip shooting cum down your throat, while your cunt made a mess on his fingers, much to his delight.

draco brought his free arm to pick your head up, still drawing out your orgasm with the other.

you sat up and immediately swallowed his load, then rapidly gasping as you searched for air.

giving a small whine when you felt his fingers slowly dragging out.

“you did amazing doll” spoke draco, leaning down to kiss your cheek, while his nails lightly scratched you belly in an attempt of calming your shaking legs from two orgasms in a row.

he softly moved you to lay in the pillows, making sure you were comfortable, he positioned himself above you once again and a familiar cocky smirk decorated his face.

you squinted your eyes in suspicion but said nothing. watching as he grabbed his wand from the nightstand and with a flick of it, a vibrator appeared mid-air.

“wha-”

“shh baby, you deserve an award after making daddy feel so good huh?” he teased, lifting his eyebrows quickly in a suggesting manner.

your eyes glinted with lust as you took in the toy. so you gave him a small smile and said, “yes daddy”

“good girl” he smiled, leaning down and delivering a sweet kiss to your lips.

he grabbed ahold of his once again erect cock and wasted no time, inserting himself in one go. making you cry out and toes curl. he set a decently fast pace and thrusted into you.

“mhm scream my name baby” he growled, turning on the vibrator and pushing it against your clit. “ah! dr-draco” you complied, back arching off the mattress as you squirmed underneath him.

“this pussy is mine, all mine” he said through clenched teeth, turning the vibrations higher.

“yes! all yours daddy!” you whined out, overused cunt clenching his cock and making him let out a groan, the pace faster but still passionate. hitting your g-spot every time.

it didn’t take you both too long to cum. after draco’s powerful thrust, the vibrations, it was too much for you, causing your orgasm to near faster. “daddy! im so close” you whimpered.

draco saw the way your face scrunched up in pleasure, the way your breasts bounced all over the place and how your pussy drowned his cock in arousal, making him give you a rapid nod. “me too sweetheart”

he turned the vibrator to the highest setting, and that sent you over the edge, coming without a warning. your loud cry silenced by a pair of lips.

draco’s hips stilled and he went as deep as he could go inside you, aiming his cum inside you. marking you as his.

you both detached from the kiss with a layer of sweat covering your skin, breathing heavy and messy.

he turned the vibrator off and chucked it aside, collapsing on top of you. “you’re fucking amazing” he breathed into your neck.

you wanted to thank him, kiss his head. but draco himself cut you off before you could even open your mouth, dragging your shaking body up to a sitting position and slightly forward, him moving behind you and letting you see your freshly-fucked state in the huge mirror.

in draco’s eyes you were nothing but a goddess, the most beautiful thing he could’ve ever come across. in your own, you were nothing but a hot mess.

“look at my baby, so so beautiful” he breathed out from behind you, hands wrapping around your waist and lifting you up until your sensitive pussy was in line with his somehow still hard cock.

“you’re gonna let me use this pussy again baby? look at how puffy it is for me” he taunted hands snaking to travel down and collect the forming wetness.

you shuddered at that, but still manage to babble a, “mhm” wanting him to feel the best he could tonight. and you would be lying if you said you didn’t want it.

“my big girl” he mumbled, kissing your neck as he lowered you onto him.

you cried out at the feeling of how he completely filled you up, draco groaning too.

“s-so good, daddy. you fuck me so good” you babbled, his fast yet soft strokes hitting the best places inside you.

draco’s hand reached up and squeezed your tit, still thrusting up inside you. “faster!” you moaned, thighs wet with both of your juices.

“who knew my baby liked it so rough huh? can barely take me like this.” he hummed, one of his fingers trailing to press the bulge that was formed on your stomach, his thick cock outlined faintly.

you shuddered as a few tears leaked from your eyes, the pressure amplifying the sensitivity and pleasure.

but he complied, leaning forward, therefore making your tits pressed against the silk sheets, a moan tumbling out when your nipples grazed them. he brought his hands back to press down on your back, arching it to its furthest, giving him perfect access to fuck you like he wanted to.

and he set and almost bruising tempo, massaging his hands on your ass, blinded by lust when he saw it jiggle.

“yes! right fucking there!” you sobbed, eyes connecting to his through the mirror. he smirked back at you and reached for the vibrator behind him, turning it on.

draco gave you a questioning look while holding up the toy, waiting for your nod of consent, which you gave rapidly.

“gonna have you making a mess on me princess” he groaned, still thrusting as he connected the vibrator to your clit.

you gave a scream at the sensation, more tears pouring out.

the room was once again filled with the obscene sound of wet skin against each other, moans accompanying it, plus a buzzing from the toy.

“oh shit, i’m close my love” purred draco from above you, still keeping eye contact through the mirror. “me too!” you babbled, spit running down your chin.

yet you weren’t really sure if you were even gonna cum, this feeling was much more intense than the usual orgasm.

“cum for me lovie, make a mess on me”

and you did, with a big moan you squirted all over him, draco’s hungry eyes enjoying the sight.

and that was more than enough to make him cum, giving sloppy thrusts and removing the toy as he came inside you for the second time that night.

you flopped down on the mattress, cheek pressed against the sheets. draco carefully pulled out, your pussy blowing out the cum.

“you never cease to amaze me baby” he whispered, getting up and heading to the suite to prepare a bath. you didn’t really hear him, mind too fuzzy and body trembling.

he came back after a few minutes, rolling you onto your back. “you’re my best birthday present sweetheart, i truly couldn’t have asked for something better” he said, leaning down to kiss your forehead as he took you into his arms.

he set you down on the tub filled with warm water and bubbles. “i had a present for you on my suitcase” you said timidly, expecting him to be mad since he asked you not to buy anything.

“gorgeous you didn’t have to, but thank you” he sighed, giving you a reassuring smile and climbing behind you. a nice dinner on the fancy restaurant across the street awaiting you both in about an hour, thanks to your reservation.

though you weren’t sure you could even stand up.

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burnedbyshoto · 3 years

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go the distance

(will you) go the distance

— You’re perfectly content in life except for the fact that you are not dating Deku. When his best friend won’t help you out, you turn to the dark side to get what you want.

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pairing: pro hero!midoriya izuku x bad villain!reader

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, manga spoilers, pro hero!au, villain!reader, ofa usage for sex lol, size difference, manhandling, public sex, slight degradation and praise, deku eats his cum outta ya pussy, big dick deku, corruption but make it opposite, deku is a pervert change my mind

word count: 12,715

a/n: well, yall already knew I wanted to make this fic a reality, so here it is for bnharems villain collab!! check out all the already amazing stories if you haven’t already. thank you to kara, sky, and jo for reading this for me because lmao im ass rn. I’m gonna go to bed because I partied a bit too hard last night.

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your quirk: distortion – can make afflicted persons vision shift 6 cm to the left or right at the cost of having their own vision shift the same way

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“Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcasted rumors of a villain running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures, and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning.

“Road maintenance endeavors to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.

“Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city?

“Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved, but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city, please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary. One thing we know for sure: we can no longer rely on Heroes to protect us. The streets of our once-great city are no longer safe, we are no longer safe.”

The female reporter closes her eyes, despite still being on the air, her eyebrows furrowed as she exasperatedly sighs.

“Was that good enough, Mirage?”

You look at her with a pout, your eyes then clenching shut as your lips move with unsaid words as you motion for the cameras to stop rolling. You tilt your head right and left, muttering a bit.

“Did that seem better to you this time? I don’t know, I don’t think it was scary enough...”

You open your eyes to see the exasperated reporter looking at you as if she personally sought to end you right where you were sitting.

“You are the worst villain I’ve ever encountered,” she deadpans, and you laugh in agreement.

You weren’t really a villain.

If you must put a label on what you were, you would say that you were the best PR head any hero agency could ask for. You were, after all, the top student graduate from UA’s Business Course and had been ushered into a condensed agency the moment you were finished taking your graduation pictures.

And well, if you are actually curious about the… villainy, you would like to uphold and continue to stress that you weren’t a villain! You were just a public nuisance – like those stupid YouTubers – with the ability to garner Pro Heroes’ attention! People had no reason to scoff at what you did on the daily.

You took both of these jobs very seriously!

It was like being straight out of a comic for you!

A simple – hopefully should the heroes you’re in charge of not be stupid – nine to five job by day, and a badass, crime-committing, sexy as shit villain by night! How could anyone ever hate you for your lifestyle! How could anyone ever hate you?!

But we are all noisy people, and everyone wondered just why you became a villain because you had a beautifully stable job with an impressive salary! Why would such an amazing woman such as yourself dabble in the evilness of humanity?

Well, you did have an answer for the public.

“Why do you engage in evil, villainous schemes?” the reporter deadpans, absolutely and utterly not being paid enough to humor you in this forced interview.

The public loved drama, pizazz, a little showmanship even from what they deemed humanities worst! So, you told the world why you chose to be evil instead of good:

“Because I want to be!” you grin, flashing a pose as you make your away from the interviewer you had very much illegally forced to interview you. “And because a hero killed my cat!’

Of course, that was a lie! Why would you ever hand over the real reason as to why you decided to become a villain! You’d be laughed right out of Japan, possibly be murdered by a horde of fangirls!

For you see, there was one reason and one reason alone as to why you decided to take your place within the villainy hall of fame. Why you chose to do more in your day outside of your already demanding job.

And that one reason was: Pro Hero Deku, civilian name Midoriya Izuku.

Now, trying not to come off as some creepy, weirdo, stalker fangirl, you could fully admit that you were in love with the stupidly large hunk of a man that debuted as an official pro a year before you graduated from high school.

You remember how the world was finally recovering from the year-long nightmare that had ensued. To be honest, you were stupidly surprised you had even managed to graduate, given that most of schooling had become somewhat of a joke.

FIVE YEARS AGO, MARCH, 2XXX:

It had been in the evening, the clear blue sky becoming ruby red and blood orange as you made your way out of campus. The air somehow smelled of sweet hay and gasoline, but you didn’t mind. There was hardly anyone out at this time, most students had made their way home already, and the only sounds were the moving cars of businessmen just trying to get back home.

There really wasn’t any reason to suspect anything to go wrong, this was a simple daily walk back home after school that wasn’t like any other. But then there had been a loud pop, an ever louder screech, and finally, you managed to whip your head in time to see a car tumbling through the air straight at you.

There was hardly any time to think, even less to react, and the only thing you knew was that you were not going to survive.

You braced yourself, eyes clenching and body curling, your mind screaming because this was not going to be the way things ended. But before it could happen, before the car could come down upon you and squish you like a bug under a shoe, something picked you up and you were weightless.

Waiting for an impact that never came, the tears that were endlessly streaming down your face were suddenly stopped by rough, warm fingers smoothly wiping them away.

“Hey, it’s okay! You’re safe now!” a voice says softly to you, endearingly warm and comforting. “I’m here, don’t worry.”

“Am I… did I die?” you whisper, unsure if you even want the answer, your eyes remaining closed because you refused to open them up to some angel that could confirm your death. “God, what an embarrassing way to die!”

“Oh – um, no! You’re not dead! I promise!” the voice laughs brightly, just softly enough that you believe him and not be entirely horrified by the amused reaction. Your eyes crack open slowly, just barely peering back into the world, still half praying you weren’t dead. But all you saw was green.

Green eyes, green hair, green clothes.

You blink, once, twice, realizing only then you were staring into the eyes of a boy about your age.

He had curly hair, freckles littering his face, and eyes that easily pierced through your very soul.

Without meaning to, your breath stopped, frozen in your lungs as you were captivated by a handsome man with a curving, beautiful smile.

“See, I told you it was okay!” he teased you, head cocking to the side as he grinned largely.

The action itself seemed to strangle the strangest noise out of your mouth as you realized suddenly and immediately that your face was burning and all you could think was:

A cute hero rescued me, a cute hero rescued me, a cute hero rescued me, acuteherorescuedme!

“Sorry about that scare! I would’ve caught that car sooner, but I wasn’t paying attention to who was around!” the green boy apologized, bowing deeply in front of you in his apology. “There’s a commotion just up ahead, so I recommend you take the next road over.”

You nod numbly, unable to conjure even the slightest hint of your voice again as he stood up to his full length. He was average in height it seemed, taller than you, but still not towering. The hero looked behind his shoulder, those big green eyes focusing onto the distance, onto something you couldn’t even begin to imagine – or see, really. He blinked and turned back to you, smile gone but the gentle aura to him remained, but now his face, his mouth, was underlined with a sense of urgency and engagement to whatever sent a vehicle tumbling your way.

“Which train do you take home?” he asked, eyebrows relaxing from his stern position, as his smile picked up again. “I’ll take you closer to your station!”

“B train,” you manage to wheeze out – unable to be the reason why he was held up but also confused as to just what he could do to get you closer to the station that was at least a mile away from here.

“Perfect! I know where that is!” he laughs for just a moment, and before you could even ask if this was going to be some escorted thing – because you definitely did not need it – his arms were fastly secured around you, and suddenly you were weightless.

A cold wind rushed against your face, nipping at your nose, cheeks, and ears, sending your hair flying around – into your mouth! Oh, you were screaming! You were soaring through the skyline, being held by some hero you couldn’t name, and you were screeching at the top of your lungs.

Making the mistake of looking down, your arms were suddenly around his shoulders, your voice growing even sharper and louder as you squeezed against his body and refused to let go. His hands, despite the gloves, were warm on your back, and his soft chuckle warming you from nose to toes as he secured his grip on you.

“I got you,” he spoke, “I won’t let you go, I promise.”

Those words don’t exactly ease you, but there’s a comfort to the genuinity to his words. You nod nonetheless, your face buried deep into his neck. The cold wind continues to whip around you, the only thing sounding in your ears is the cruel whipping wind and quiet city below.

“I’m landing now,” he informed you, body shifting in the wind, and reflexively, you clung even tighter to him, expecting the similar stomach dropping motion of a roller coaster going straight down. “You’re – ack – c-choking me!”

The knowledge of that, hearing the strain and entirely unhidden sound of him choking against the current chokehold you had on him, you released him entirely with a shriek of your own. Was it a smart move? No, definitely not because you were how many hundreds – if not thousands – of feet in the air with a quirk that could not, and would not save you.

“It’s okay! I’m fine!” he quickly said, his arms shifting around your waist as you felt your body weight drop just the smallest bit. To which your focus landed to the concrete floor so far down, and you began screaming again. He panicked just a bit too. “Y-You’re okay too! We’re landing! We’re landing!”

Soon, but not soon enough, the concrete floor came underneath your feet, and you practically felt your knees buckle underneath you. The train station behind you was practically invisible, and you felt the floor come in contact with your knees, and you collapsed onto your hands and knees. You could feel the tears streaming down your face as you wheezed and panted, unable to move from your position.

“Hey, look, we made it!” he laughed gently, probably being said in hopes that you would feel better. (It did make you feel slightly better, his laugh was light and pretty to listen to.) You could feel him approaching you, iron covered red shoes appearing before your vision. Looking up, you saw that the young hero was crouching, his face holding a wobbly smile that was earnest, worried, and full of unspoken hope. “I do need to get back, but before I do, are you good enough to be left alone?”

You blinked your soaked eyelashes at him, still largely unable to say anything at the cute hero in front of you who had a few scratches on his cheek, right below his freckles.

“Y-Yeah, um,” you say, your tongue cotten and lead in your dry mouth. “I-I’ll be fine, I think.”

The green eyed hero nods, offering you a hand and assisting you to your trembling legs, “That’s good to hear!” he chirped, his wobbly smile becoming a grand, bright grin. “You were really brave! I was impressed!”

Now, you were an idiot at times, but even you could spot a stupid lie. Still, hearing it said with such honesty, as if this hero who was no taller than five foot eight truly believed it, made something bubble in your chest, and soon you found yourself laughing.

“No need to lie to me, h-hero,” you manage to speak between stammering breaths, “thank you for saving me, though. I appreciate it.”

You grin crookedly at him, and to your utter delight, he reciprocates it.

“It’s the least I can do. I’d offer to take you home but… I’m not quite finished yet,” he says, and you can only nod, the conversation obviously reaching its last strides. You watch as he floats up, his eyes looking at you, but somehow focused how many miles away from where he had brought you from. “Stay safe?”

“I’ll try my best,” you agree to his question, hands clasping before your lap. “Finish the job quick, hero?”

He grins, “I’ll try my best.”

You feel a breathless sort of laugh escape you as you watch him beginning to shoot back up, but a sort of horror shoots through you as you rush forward, running right after him, hands cupping around your mouth as you scream:

“What’s your name?!”

The blur of green in the air freezes, and you stop running as you see green eyes and freckles focusing back onto you.

“Deku! My hero name is Deku!”

You stop at the curb of the street, eyes focused on the sky as the green eyed hero named Deku grins one last time before shooting off at a speed probably much faster than when he held onto you. The wind blows around you, and you can only feel the heat sitting on your cheeks and the way you’re smiling as you stare after his figure that's long, long gone.

“Deku...” you whisper to yourself, ignorant to the world of commuters beginning to appear at the station. “Thank you.”

And thus came the very apparent and obvious day in which you fell head over heels for Pro Hero Deku.

Now some people called you a stupid fangirl, obsessive stalker, and sometimes, yeah, you were obsessive and weird about your slight infatuation with a stranger. It was strange, you knew that! But you also knew that you had practically no chances of ever being able to woe the man behind the image of Deku because Midoriya Izuku practically existed as Deku 24/7.

After you graduated from high school, you were put into the same agency that was currently holding Deku. Without tooting your own rom-com obsessed horn too much, you fully expected to walk in and be handed Deku’s file as his PR manager and be able to thank him for not only saving you all that time ago, but also eventually sweep him off his feet.

But your reputation preceded you well, probably too well, because the first day you entered the office and was handed your list of three clients to work with, neither one was for Deku. Being a PR manager for heroes was hard, a job that practically held no set hours because, unlike your typical celebrities, heroes had no type of privacy or protection. They were constantly under the spotlight, being viewed by adoring fans and scornful critics. Your job served as the first line of defense for heroes against the public, and there were some heroes that were quite hilariously easy to work for because they were genuinely good.

The older PR managers typically held the quieter, easy tempered, or less combat heavy heroes. These heroes typically never had a bad thing said about them, their job was a glorified PA job but even less because there was no expected demands from the heroes they had to take in. Unless, of course, a hero wanted to do some sort of public event they hadn’t considered.

But there were the louder, quick to temper, or the heavy combat heroes that while made you an insane amount of money, also brought you a near 120 hour work week because there was so much to do, so much to consider, so much to keep your eyes on. There was the constant slander, the people who hated the louder, quick to temper heroes because they didn’t like their attitude, completely disregarding that they had been unsafe and a liability the entire time the hero was dealing with them. The talk shows that took months to convince to allow for an interview because they heard false rumors, and so you have to practically wrestle a boa constrictor to get a measly five minute interview done. And then the combat-heavy heroes… no one would ever shut up about building damages and how this hero broke his nose while he was stealing a store!

Not to mention having to have every single piece of social media on your phone, set to notify you whenever your clients names were brought up so that you could look at it. You’ve seen more than enough lewd drawings of your clients to last you a lifetime, enough fanfiction, and fan edits that left you with blazing cheeks and the need to never look at your client ever again. But mostly you checked each and every update because you were their first and only line of legal defense on these sorts of things.

You’ve taken down leaked nudes, fake news, and qualmed rumors and speculations.

It was hard.

So when you were shown to your desk on your first day and three files were handed to you, you were shocked to see the hero names you would be working with.

Dynamight

Phantom Thief

Shouto

Somehow, without having yet to speak with a single one of your now current clients, you knew that you were going to have your work cut out for you.

“Good luck newbie!” the woman who gave you the initial tour chirped, clapping you on the back. “You got this!”

Good lord.

Without much to do other than reading through the three’s files, you realized that you already knew a bunch about two of three of your clients. DynaMight and Shouto were two heroes that you knew teamed up with and hung out with Deku a lot, both on-field and off-field if any of the out of costume pictures said anything. Because of their connection with Deku, you had at one point learned a bit about them.

You knew that Shouto was a crowd favorite. He was tall and sweet and a complete airhead at the best moments despite him being smart. Controversy still surrounded his character, despite all the good he did, because of the past history that was brought out about his father Endeavor and his brother Dabi. The country couldn’t figure out where they stood in terms of that reveal. Endeavor did a lot before the reveal, and continued to rise up to everything in his path despite the skeletons in his closet being thrown out for the world to see. They neither forgave him, nor hated him, they only watched and waited. Then Dabi, of course, was seen as a could-have-been version of Shouto, and many tried to ask if he was really a hero and not actually siding with the League. After all, why on Earth would he be defensive of his father too?

The public had an unmoving image of Shouto based on anything but who he was as an individual, and you decided immediately that it would be your job to fix that. He was also, after all, a dear friend of Deku, so you’d do anything.

Phantom Thief was your easiest of the three clients. A relatively well mannered man who was kind and a bit weird in a fun way. He had a great sense of self and was a reliable person on the field. He made a great hero, but you could see the way his spirit blazed with an unspoken rivalry between him and the other two of your clients. Well, it seemed like he was the best until his former self appointed rivals came into the picture, but that was hardly ever, and according to Shouto, he was way worse back in their first year.

The greatest scandal he’s had so far in your three years of working at their agency was the one time he was lied to about a quirk and accidentally copied a woman's quirk that gave her the ability to change her cup size. Safe to say that Phantom Thief accidentally broke a few buttons on his shirt and was unable to stop civilians from snapping pictures.

But of course, the one that had you practically crying yourself to sleep nightly for more than one reason was Dynamight.

You’d known about him the moment you looked up Deku on your phone.

They were practically a hero duo in everything but name. They were always seen doing the same things together, whether that be on patrol together or maybe getting dinner, most of their top recorded fights were done with each other by their sides. You had also learned that they were childhood friends, and you practically vibrated at the thought that even though Deku was not your client, the chances of meeting him were still astronomically high.

There was no way you wouldn’t not meet Deku!

But you were wrong, so very, very wrong.

Turns out the hero duo in everything but name meant that Dynamight refused to let Deku be anywhere near him in the agency – the very small amount of time they spent in here. The few times they were in the same room, Dynamight absolutely refused to be interrupted because that was their paperwork hour. You had only ever been blessed with seeing green curls turning the corner as Dynamight gripped your forearm, refusing to let you follow.

“Like hell I’ll let you distract the shitnerd,” he stated simply, his red eyes narrowed as he stared down his nose at you. You opened your mouth, ready to defend your not so innocent intentions. “I’m not stupid, so don’t pretend like you won’t try anything.”

Your jaw snapped shut.

Safe to say that you couldn’t do anything about Deku so long as Dynamight was around.

But Dynamight as a client was exhausting to put it kindly.

There were so many opinions and thoughts and issues and praises coming from everywhere. Hell, even the fucking Americans and westerners had caught wind of the Wonder Duo at one point and while you were well knowledgable on their opinions on Deku, the ones on Dynamight were the ones that you had to focus on now.

People still called him a villain, so many unhappy with the fact that he still screamed and cursed and threatened. There were many conspiracy theories that he was working with the long dead League of Villains. They turned their nose up at the fact that he was childhood friends with Deku, claiming that no way an asshole like him could have ever been friends with him. And of course the bullying revelation that had come out shortly after your debut.

That had been a trip, one that had you even shocked as Dynamight approached the table in front of the media, his body calm and composed. You had watched as he simply said he owed nothing to the media, that he had already done all that he could to deserve his atonement and deserve Deku’s forgiveness. He had spoken clearly, concisely that it wasn’t any of their damn business as to what he did, and if he apologized to them, the unaffected, the ones that had nothing to do with his early years of bullying Deku, of his previous weakness and insecurity, it would be a waste of his breath.

It isn’t to them he should ever be apologizing to anyways.

You had watched as he stood up, face calm, and hands shoved into his pockets as he stood and walked away despite the screaming reporters. You had wanted to stay longer, have your own hand in damage control, but a swoop of green came in and Deku was at the microphone eyebrows furrowed as he pointed a finger at them all and said that his past with Kacchan was between him and Kacchan only, and his decision to forgive Kacchan were his and only his.

You didn’t hear the rest, didn’t even get the option to hear the way the hero you loved defended the hero you worked for – his childhood friend.

No.

Dynamight had grabbed your elbow and dragged you out of the room with him, the metal doors clanging closed the moment fierce green eyes met yours.

You watched in the company car as Dynamight looked outside the window, one elbow on the doorframe holding his chin; his gaze focused sharply on nothing but the passing sidewalk. Had it not been for the way the hand on top of his lap trembled, you would have thought he was perfectly okay.

Neither one of you talked about that again.

But just because you didn’t talk about it again, didn’t mean the world was the same. People claimed he brainwashed Deku, others demanded that Deku beat the shit out of Dynamight. You knew that Dynamight would want nothing to do with this, but you would stay in the office (an almost useless, empty office as most PR managers did their business at home) for hours long after you were supposed to be gone, practically arguing with someone who only existed behind a screen and didn’t even care that much – but you couldn’t stop.

Seeing Dynamight’s shaking hand had really done a number on you.

“The hell are you still doing here, eyelashes,” Dynamite asked from the dark entrance of the floor. “Go home already, don’t waste your time.”

You had startled at the initial intrusion, but you immediately relaxed seeing the smudged paint around red eyes and blond hair. You barely kept your gaze on him before turning back to your computer and continuing your argument.

“I’m not wasting my time, I’m doing my job,” you remark, eyes squinting at your keyboard because your vision is definitely blurry. “I’ll be heading out soon anyways.”

“God you’re fucking annoying and stubborn!” Dynamight barked, the heel of his hand slamming into his forehead. “This is exactly why I won’t introduce you to the fucking nerd!”

“What?!” you shriek, suddenly looking at your client as if he had personally attacked you – and in a way he did. “What do you mean you won’t introduce me to Deku because of that?! I’ve already met Red Riot, Chargebolt, Cellophane, and Pinky through you!”

“Yeah, because they’re not stubborn idiots too!” Dynamight accuses, jamming a gloved finger at you as he begins stomping your way. You startle, your chair shooting backward as the explosion hero makes his way towards you at alarming speed.

“What are you—?!” you shriek, hands flailing about as he grabs you by the collar of your distressed shirt.

Dynamight lifts you up to your feet as if you were a sack of flour and you grasp onto his forearm.

“I might tell you that you’re the most annoying and stubborn bitch in the world, but you’re not worse than fucking Deku,” Dynamight sneers, his red eyes narrowed and stern. “I’m not going to let you meet him until you learn how to give or you’ll hurt him, and I’m not going to be part of any reason as to why he gets hurt again.”

Your jaw dropped, clearly offended, but you closed it just as fast; the weight of his words made you a bit sad, even for just a bit.

“You’re kinda cute when you care for Deku, you sure I’m his biggest fan?” you tease, grinning at the hero to which he rolls his eyes.

“Shut the hell up and go home already; it’s annoying seeing you fight a losing battle that’s none of your damn business,” Dynamight simply said, putting you back onto your feet and blocking out your desk.

“I’ll go home on the condition that for my birthday you at least consider introducing us!” you say, unwilling to move from your spot. “I’ve been working for you for three years! You’ve kept me away for three years!”

Dynamight’s stare didn’t even shift the slightest millimeter, his red eyes unamused as you groaned in grief and annoyance.

“I’m stubborn? Have you met yourself?!” you grumble snatching your jacket and purse from the hook on your cubicle and shoving them on. “My names God of Explosion Murder: Dynamight and I am Stubborn™ but will never admit it.”

You continued mocking your long time client and most definitely friend if you dared to say so, and dragged the heel of your foot all the way to the elevator to which you were joined by Dynamight. The trip down the elevator is silent, and you keep your gaze locked on the closed doors, unwilling to even look at the hero next to you.

Soon enough, the elevator reached the ground floor, and you got ready to walk out.

“I’ll consider it,” Dynamight said as the elevator doors opened. “Also, fucking stop calling me Dynamight, Bakugou’s fine.”

He walked off the elevator with his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants.

“Thank you, Bakugou!” you shriek, your lungs failing you at the thought of finally being introduced to Deku! You hadn’t moved from your spot from the elevator, your chest hammering with the thought of getting to meet Deku.

“Don’t get your hopes up, you’re still irritatingly stubborn,” Bakugou merely calls over his shoulder before lifting his hand in a halfhearted wave before stepping out of the glass door.

That brought you back to reality just a bit and you scowled, knowing you would have to go beyond and above to prove that.

But you see, there were many reasons to cry about having Bakugou as your client. Besides the stinkhole of his previous bullying, people just were not understanding his typically prickly exterior. You had to go head to head with reputation tarnished, had to slap fangirls away who demanded that Bakugou degrade them where they stood. It was hard to not be stubborn as not only his PR manager but his friend, and in less than a month, still plenty of time before your birthday, you had already grown irritated of the meeting-Deku-card he waved over your head.

“Mei, if I have to go any longer than this, I will die and hope I am reborn as Deku’s new guardian angel,” you pouted, chin pressed against a cold metal tabletop. Your hands being used as glove models for one of your best friends Hatsume Mei. “It’s first of all impossible getting anywhere near him with his guard dog Bakugou literally stopping me whenever I’m within a ten foot radius! And then I’m not even sure what will happen when we do meet again! Would I even be able to talk to him?!”

“Why wouldn’t you? You talk to all my babies with me! There’s practically nothing you can’t do,” Mei laughs, smacking you against your back before returning her intense gaze back to the gloves. “Deku’s uh… I actually can’t remember him but I’m sure he’s a great conversationalist! I think he helped me with the Sports Festival my first year.”

“That was Iida,” you laugh, wiggling your fingers as Mei demanded. “You’re so bad with names and faces, I’m impressed you know mine.”

“You saved my baby, of course I remember you,” Mei turned her grin towards you, “but come on, why can’t you get with him besides this Bakugou guy?”

“Well, he’s just like Bakugou! He’s practically married to his job! Their schedules basically match together perfectly! There’s literally only three hours a day while they’re on the job that they’re not together! And that’s when they patrol their own parts of town because there’s hardly any activity they don’t need to be attached by the neck.” You explain and rant, your cheeks puffing as you stand up and allow Mei to run further tests on the glove.

“Sounds like you gotta become a villain to woo this hero guy, huh,” Mei spoke, eyes focused on the glove as you pointed a finger at the far wall and watched as a beam exploded from the fingertip and pierced through the steel wall like butter. “Too bad you’re a goody two-shoes or else I could make you some serious villain gear and make you a fearsome villain to then prove that Hatusme Mei’s babies and creations are untouchable and the best in the world! Muah-ha-ha-ha!”

You know her words are more joking than serious, but that doesn’t stop your eyes from widening. Your body shifts over to where she was standing and you screech pointing at her and just narrowly missing setting off the laser again.

“THAT'S IT!”

“What’s it?” she asked, completely confused.

“You have to make me a villain!” you exclaim, rushing over to Mei, who is eagerly waiting for her babies returnal especially since it ran perfectly. “You have to make me near-invisible gear that can keep me going toe to toe with Deku until I can seduce him!”

“You want to turn evil?” Mei questions, finger pressing quizzically to her chin. “That doesn’t seem right.”

“I am definitely not villainous to pull that off, but like I pretend to be a villain so that he talks to me and we can like get to know each other!” you exclaim, you’re unable to keep from hopping up and down on your feet, your grin unfathomably bright. “It's practically a romcom in the making!”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Mei laughs, altering the band of fabric around your waist. “You do know heroes and villains hardly speak? It’s more like… ‘I’m more powerful,’ ‘No me!,’ ‘No, ME!’”

“Um, I’m pretty sure that’s not true, but whatever! I’ll figure out a way!” you continue on unaffected because this plan was genius! Especially if you had Mei in your corner?! Her recent development of not using such… steampunk designs made her creations elusive and dangerous to own. Hence why she was an extremely sought out manufacturer, by villains and heroes alike. “And if I can go toe to toe with Deku of all people, you’ll know that you and your babies are the undeniable best!”

“Hm, that is promising,” Mei agrees with a nod as she forces you around. “Is this Deku guy all that good?”

“He’s the one you made the iron soles for!” you chirp and watch as the recognition and challenge spark immediately in Mei’s yellow eyes.

“Oh,” Mei chuckles, turning away from you and looking at her pile of made babies. “This would be good.”

“So we have an agreement?” you grin excitedly.

“Give me a month, and we’ll have your debut!”

Fuck Bakugou for thinking you weren’t good enough!

You hadn’t expected the initial phases of villainy to be quite as hard as it was, if you were being honest. The late nights at Mei’s personal lab made sure to keep your plans a solid secret, but you had to prepare for the wild range of what Deku’s quirk entailed.

There was smoke, something you were already used to working in because of Bakugou and his quirk. You’ve navigated quite a bit in his smog, and as long as you knew where you were, you would be fine.

There was also that danger sense, which allowed him to know when things were coming – something that shouldn’t be too big an issue considering you weren’t actually attempting to extract danger onto him.

Blackwhip was a big issue. How far or how much could you do if he even grabbed a hold of you. With sleuthing and the help of Mei having files on everyone's quirks, you were able to find information that blackwhip was a creation made of energy. Meaning that Mei was now making some type of destructing material to lessen the energy of the quirk, allowing for you to escape should he attempt to capture you this way.

Float was stopped by having most of your fights occur within a confined area, which was needed for you anyways! You didn’t need to be caught by anyone else but him! You didn’t actually need to land in jail – you would prefer to not be handled by anyone but Deku, actually.

Then of course the stupid superstrength and superspeed, both of which you knew you could handle with your quirk. You’ve been head to head with people with quirks similar to that before, and you knew your quirk was tricky enough that you’d manage to slip right past his fingers just fine. After all, you knew full and well that the Deku who took down S class villains was worlds quicker than F class villains – aka you.

You would be fine.

But today was day one, first of how many days it would take to get Pro Hero Deku, aka Midoriya Izuku to fall in love with you.

You were dressed in a black and purple bodysuit that was definitely not inspired by Shego from Kim Possible’s costume. Your hair was dyed purple by a special spray Mei created that would be washed out by the end of the day, but wouldn’t ever give away that it was fake. You wore a mask over your eyes, and grinned seeing that you couldn’t see a fleck of color on your irises.

Perfect.

And with far too much confidence, nauseating excitement, and unjustified attitude, you marched down towards your first spot, ready and adopting the identity of who you were about to become.

Mirage.

It was time to act. Deku and Dynamight were on different patrol routes right now, and you sent your threat, readying for the moment for the man in green to come in with the desire to stop you. With the very real threat of stealing every puppy within the tristate area being broadcasted within the area unless and hero bests you, you waited for your savior to come and stop you.

“I am here to stop your villainous acts, you villain!” a voice shattered the silence just as it shattered your heart. You looked over your shoulder to see some hero you couldn’t name standing at the other stairwell entrance with his fists clenched and ready to fight.

You groaned, shoulders crumbling with your well hidden disappointment.

“I wasn’t looking for you!” you exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at the flabbergasted hero who was just trying to figure out what was happening. “Where’s Deku?!”

“He’s – he’s not here yet,” he stammers, eyes wide. “It’s not his day anymore to patrol this area?”

“Aw fuck!” you complain, pouting at the realization that you had messed up. “Okay, I’ll be back later, please don’t come back. Bye!”

With a small wave, you easily stepped through the door to the stairwell next to you and left, your threat empty and the hero victorious despite not actually stopping you. And unfortunately, although you had wished and prayed even, this was not the last time a screw up like this would happen.

At the threat of destroying all the cats in the area, you had another hero show up, not Deku, and you groaned and left before they could even finish their call of stopping you.

You then threatened to poison the watering system, to which you found out that Deku was held up at another major villain threat in a different city. You groaned and stomped off after that.

Then there was the time you swore you would increase the overall temperature of the city per one degree celsius should your demands not be made. Shouto answered that one and you immediately walked away the moment you saw the familiar head of red and white coming your way.

Time and time again you kept being caught by heroes you could not care about, being confronted by no names and nobodies. It was tiring, and Mei was beginning to sigh just the smallest bit whenever you showed up to try yet again.

But you weren’t a quitter!

You would win!

This was your last attempt at getting Deku to notice you.

After threatening to wrap all the citizens in the area with a giant froot by the foot, you were almost sad to say that the heroes ignored your cry for chaos and no one had come to check on you.

You sat outside the building you used as your trap for Deku, pouting into a hot dog that the neighborhood's grandma gave you because you looked like you needed something to eat. It’s a good thing you weren’t actually a villain or else they’d be fucked, you bitterly thought as you took another bite of your food.

It had been a month of empty, no Deku appearances, and you were going to bite the bullet and pretend to be not stubborn just so stupid Bakugou of all people could introduce you.

You kicked your feet as you sat on the staircase, humming as you watched the empty streets bend with the wind. It was quiet, beautiful, peaceful.

“YOU!” a voice shrieked to your left, and you watched a pudgy, red nosed man racing over towards you, a flash drive clenched in his hands. “TAKE THIS! RUN! DON’T LET THE HEROES TAKE IT!”

You gawked at him, feeling the small plastic device being shoved into your hands as the man collapsed at your feet. You squeaked when you heard a voice yelling stop and you bounced to your feet, turned into the building and raced in.

Your breathing was erratic, heart in your throat as you raced up the stairwell, unable to begin to imagine what the hell the information on the flash drive held. You were practically hyperventilating as you reached the floor you had come to know extremely well, and you stood near the window with shaky hands and legs.

What did you take?!

“I’m going to need that back, I’m afraid,” a low smooth voice said from behind you, and you froze immediately. Old anxiety overcome by a new anxiety, one that made your stomach flip and blood burn.

Turning around, you felt awestruck to see the one man you’ve been waiting for… for fucking years now, really, to appear before you, finally be there. In the flesh, completely, entirely. Your jaw dropped, your gaze looking down from your clenched hand that held the USB to the way that Deku looked at you with warm eyes that were underlined with steel that made you want to drop to your knees, confess everything, and beg to be his. God, he was so fucking tall. He had only been about five foot eight the last time you had actually talked, and now he was at least a foot taller. His teenager haircut was long gone, now replaced with his curls trimmed at the nape of his neck before filling out on top – not quite an undercut. He had more freckles now, surely. His skin just a bit tanner, a scar trailing from his cheek to his jaw. You knew there were more scars, just as you knew that there were dimples when he smiled.

You wanted to have him between your legs while you begged for mercy, holy shit.

Tucking the USB into your pocket, you tilted your head as you will yourself to relax.

“I went through all the trouble of getting it... I think if I’m going to hand it over quickly, I deserve to know what’s on it, no?” you tease, your confidence coming out of nowhere while a smile spreads ever so largely over your features. Deku’s eyes widened just a bit, shock overcoming his green eyes.

“I’m sorry, but that’s confidential,” Deku stresses, taking a step forward toward you. You click your tongue, taking a step backward while grinning.

“I don’t think that’s what I asked for,” you giggle as you watch Deku’s face go through an array of emotions before settling onto one – curiosity.

“What do you want?” he asked, apparently entirely ready to discuss any and all terms and conditions with you.

“Honestly?” you reply, tapping a gloved finger to your chin as you ‘think.’ Deku, however, nods. His stance relaxing, becoming one of preparedness but not the takedown he had previously entered with.

“A date with you.”

You watch as Deku’s eyes slam wide open, his jaw dropping immediately and he stammered. Oh, how your heart soared and how you felt giddy and wonderful as he seemed to slip and slide on his own tongue!

“A-A date?!” he ends up almost shrieking, his head shaking left and right. “T-That’s a total lie! You can’t possibly – well, no! Please tell me the truth!”

But you were giddy, practically drunk off the fact that you were making the most powerful hero in the world blush like a little schoolboy. You suddenly were on the offensive, stepping towards your hero who was much larger than you with power and drive behind each step. And it must have been the way you stared him down, the way you walked towards him at blank range with such brimming confidence that Deku takes a step back. But it’s something that makes you want to laugh as the heel of his foot gets caught on a raised tile, and you watch the mountain of a man tumble to the floor.

You’re on top of him immediately, hands pressed to his shoulders, knee settling near his crotch with most of your weight so he got the idea to not do anything funny. The USB sits between your fingers, and you lean over his flushed face that looks up at you with wide eyes.

“Actually, I changed my mind, I know what I want,” you say instead, nose ghosting over his. “Everytime I decide to do something… naughty… I want you to be the hero on the case to stop me. You and just you.”

You lean in closer, so close that you could see the specks of gold in his green, green eyes.

Deku hasn’t spoken, and you’re pretty sure his chest isn’t moving as you press your breasts against his.

“Understood, De-ku?”

Your teeth tug at his bottom lip and let go as he nods.

“Good, good,” you grin, sitting up on his chest and taking the USB in your fingers and slipping it into his utility belt. “Take good care of that for me, I’ll see you next time, hero…”

You had only managed to flash a quick wave before disappearing through your usual door, hoping and praying to god that whatever the hell possessed you would continue until you reached Mei’s. It wouldn’t hit you until much, much later than you had stunned Pro Hero Deku speechless within the first meeting.

Hell, you thought giddily as you answered Bakugou’s call about how he probably just got into a bit of a messy situation, maybe you do have the potential to woo him like this.

Thus truly began your descent as the villain Mirage.

It was quickly accepted and discovered that the moment you stepped into that costume and colored hair that you were the prey for Deku and Deku only. Most of your interactions with Deku occurred within buildings, and you used Mei’s gear to gain the final laugh each and every time to allow for you to escape. There were times, however, where you could be seen racing through the sky. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop as Deku followed after you, leaping, tumbling, and even catching you at times.

You flirted with him heavily, allowing yourself to be caught so that you could bat your pretty lashes and press your chest against his. It didn’t matter how professional he was, how good at his job he was, Deku was a pervert – so obviously a pervert it made slipping away almost too easy.

But because you had the world-renowned, world known Pro Hero Deku as the only hero on your case, soon the small block who had to play victims to your horrendous crimes became only a small percentage of people who were watching your crimes. These near daily crimes (or inconveniences/botherings as the people on the internet say to defend you and your actions) are becoming both a worldwide sensation, and so, it took nothing for you to continue having Deku at your feet and the world chipped in. So you agreed to do interviews, forcing uneager reporters to do segments on you so that the hype behind you and Deku’s relationship grew.

You didn’t want him to leave you, not until you got what you wanted, and unless you were an idiot, you were nearly positive you were almost there.

Why would you say that?

Well, a few reasons.

The first came about a week after you had first met Deku again.

You had joyously gathered the means to create a machine to shave down an eighth of an inch of everyone's shoes in the entire country of Japan without their knowledge. You had ever so evilly explained that the point of this was to ensure that for a full day, everyone would feel off and unbalanced but would not know why.

You had said this, grinning widely as you turned around to see Deku standing there attempting to fight off a very amused smile.

“I don’t think that would be all too evil, Mirage,” he called out to you, arms folding across his chest as he watched you set up the machine to do exactly what you said you would do.

“Mm, that’s what you say now, but just wait until you’re one of the losers stumbling around,” you say back, grinning as you turn around for just a second, wagging the knife at Deku from the distance.

“Well, regardless, you know I can’t let you do that,” Deku laughs just slightly, and you grin, standing up.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes, so I’m going to have to ask you to stop right there.”

You giggle.

“Make me.”

You’re not sure what happens, but there’s dodging and weaving, spinning and sliding. You’re practically wheezing from how hard you’re laughing as Deku can not manage to land a finger on you with the help of Mei’s items and your quirk. It all comes to an end when instead of dodging, you throw yourself right at him, and Deku has not anticipated that.

His eyes are wide open and you fiercely grin as he falls back onto the floor, unbalanced and only slightly frantic. You have the knife pointed at his neck, the dull blade sitting gently on his skin.

“So, Deku,” you taunt teasingly, your teeth burying into your bottom lip for just a moment at the sight of the dark flash in his green, beautiful eyes. “Tell me one thing, or I’ll continue on with my vile plans.”

“O-Okay?”

“Are you single?”

The second attempt came a few many weeks later.

You had gathered about 75 tons of glitter bombs and were in the current process of making them one. You had plans of setting it off over Tokyo so that for practically the rest of eternity, the entire city would have glitter everywhere. The only thing is that you did have to glue the glitter bombs together because, well, no one made super giant ones.

“This is so annoying, there’s glitter everywhere, and I’m only ten glitter bombs in!” you complain to the ‘empty’ room but knowing full and well that Deku had appeared through the broken window at least five minutes ago.

“If it’s annoying to you, then shouldn’t you stop?” Deku replied and you grinned.

He really couldn’t stay quiet, huh?

“Well, if it’s annoying to me, then that means every one of my victims will also find it annoying. Win-win situation.” you say, turning around towards him and winking. Facing back towards the glitter bombs you scowl, “stupid fucking glue gets everywhere, too!”

“Regardless, you know I can’t let you do that,” Deku said as leveled as he could although you swore you heard a laugh in his voice.

“Just try and stop me,” you reply back stone cold.

You stand up and watch as Deku stands up from the windowsill and sighs just a bit too heavily.

“Guess I have to,” he says and shoots out before you’re well prepared.

Typically, and probably in any other situation, this would have been the end. Pro Hero Deku had come at you with the speed and power as he took out any other Class F criminals, but unfortunately for him, and definitely fortunately for you that glue was EVERYWHERE.

Deku’s hand was stuck onto your arm, and your chest was glued to his stomach, and you swear you never quite got the strawberry Deku references until right now.

The perverted hero burned scarlet, his face practically simmering with heat as your body became undeniably stuck to his. You had to fight off the vindictive smirk, the practically snarling grin as you could feel something hot and heavy twitch at your hip.

“Fuck,” Deku wheezed.

“Fuck, yeah,” you grinned.

“WHAT?!”

Deku could not look you in the eyes for about 10 more interactions following that, but you counted that as a win. But undoubtedly, your starred and favorite memory of it all was something that occurred just last week of the current present events.

You had stood on top of a building, threatening the entire government of stealing (i.e., cutting off) the aglet of their shoes and sweaters and then removing all the laces so that it would result in their wasted time and entire humiliation!

“I don’t think most people even know what aglets are, to be honest,” Deku said from behind you. You turned around to see that he was standing there with an unsuppressed grin. “It’s not a good enough threat.”

You go unfazed by his judgement, choosing to instead bat your eyelashes and push your hair behind your ear.

“Not a good enough threat, and yet, you’re still here?” you tease, enjoying the way pink flushes to his cheeks.

“Where else would I be?” he says, and you have to ignore the way your stomach fills with butterflies.

“You’re not cute when you flirt back,” you deadpan, biting your tongue harshly when he says ‘hey!’ “Enough chit chat, let me kick your ass now and then do what I need to do.”

Unlike probably what is 95% of the time, you made the first move today.

You were on the offensive, jabbing and weaving, sweeping and punching. Deku’s green eyes were nearly black as he watched you, analyzing and taking in your movements, countering them all without so much of an issue.

“I still don’t get your quirk,” Deku grunted as his hand swiped at the empty air. “Why won’t you tell me?”

“So then you can turn me in to the government who are still salty about their aglets? I don’t think so!” you say with a laugh, rolling out of the way as Deku lunges forward. “Try again, baby, I have full faith that you’ll get it.”

Deku puffed out a chuckle and lunged again, his huge gloved hand swiping at you, with nearly accuracy despite your quirk being on. But… he wasn’t exactly perfect.

RIIIIIIIIIP!

Cold air hit your breast and your jaw dropped as your very exposed breast appeared before you and Deku. Pro Hero Deku had torn the breast of your costume, the costume that you purposefully did not wear a bra for because you had wanted this exact scenario to play out.

“DEKU!” you screech, pretending to be modest and covering your tit as Deku finally yanked himself out of staring at your breast and whipped around.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry! I didn’t think that was going to happen! I didn’t even mean to look at your boob! It just sort of all happened too fast and it was very shocking! N-Not that you have an ugly boob or anything because actually I think you have a very great boob! But oh my god, I need to shut up please ignore me!” Deku spoke so fast in a matter of five seconds, and you couldn’t even tell him to come back as he sprinted away.

His ears burned red and you swore even as he was gone, you could still see the red of his ears illuminating the sky.

You laugh.

“What a perv.”

And so, we are back to the beginning.

Back to how you forced a local news channel to read your demands so that you could hopefully take your final bow as Mirage forever.

With the threat of having a machine that would make dogs bark at a frequency for hours on end until humans eardrums broke then bleed. You made your way to your typical building and hummed as you waited.

The world outside was the same as always.

There were a few people out, a few cars driving through the street, and a few birds chirping here and there.

It was peaceful.

“Don’t you think the new reporter thing was a bit dramatic?” Deku chuckled from behind you.

You were used to him approaching like that, used to him trying to portray being elusive and cool. In your opinion, it just made him dorky.

“No such thing as being dramatic when I’m trying to go head to head with the greatest hero ever,” you respond back effortlessly. You spin on your heel and look back at Deku, who is leaning against a doorframe that he most definitely is slouching on so that the top of his head doesn’t hit the frame. “Hi, Deku.”

“Hi, y/l/n,” he says with a soft smile, one that's slightly victorious, one that makes your stomach knot in a pleasant way.

“Ah, you discovered my secret identity,” you observe, grinning as you begin approaching Deku. “Should I be scared?”

“Probably not, I don’t think I could do anything to you,” Deku sighs, pushing off the door frame and walking towards you too. “You’re pretty amazing, y/l/n.”

“Let’s prove that then,” you grin while zipping forward.

As if the both of you knew that this was the end of the line, the final confrontation, the battle this time was different. It was showy, flirty, full of spins and side steps, playing a game of cat and mouse while dodging and weaving. You laughed as blackwhip dissolved around your costume, and you frowned as he began using more of his power to get from point A to point B much quicker.

You’re not quite sure how it happened, what exactly you did wrong, or maybe Deku just finally figured out the pattern you used for your quirk because suddenly you were being tackled from behind. You shrieked as the two of you went down, his body flushed on top of you, his chest pressing to your shoulders.

The both of you were heaving, panting, completely out of breath from the five minutes you took playing around. He holds your wrists in one hand, pinned above your head, and the other one is on your waist. You were trapped beneath him, unable to move the absolute unit of a man above you, arms and hips weak to his weight. You shoved your hips up, attempting to shift some of his weight off you, but you froze as he choked on a breath by your ear.

Your ass was pressed against something hard, thick, and hot.

Oh.

Ohhh fuck.

It was happening.

Holy fucking shit.

Your breathing hitches as you thrusted your ass up again, confirming you were grinding on what was definitely Deku’s hardening cock. And once again, Deku makes the prettiest, most embarrassed gravelly grunt at the back of his throat and you feel like every strand of resistance and strength snaps.

The hand on your waist pulls you even closer against his crotch, and there's lips pressing against your neck, and you absolutely lose it.

He kisses your neck sloppily, teeth nipping at your exposed flesh, and you grind against him, moaning and thrusting back as your body feels like it's on fire. He wanted you! He wanted you and your plan to woo him worked!

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you keen breathlessly. “Wanted you so badly, Deku.”

“Fuck,” Deku curses, his hips thrusting back against your clothed ass with power you couldn’t fucking wait to feel. “I wanted you too. Wanted you so badly, but didn’t think – holy shit.”

His hand that pins your wrists lets go of you, and moves to grab your jaw. You nearly fucking melt as his full lips slam against yours, and you moan as his lips move against yours. There’s something indescribable about how he’s kissing you, the want, the need, the months of suppressed tension bursting through every move and curve of his mouth. It doesn’t matter to you that you’re pressed up against the concrete floor, you feel like you’ve been placed into another world, an area where you can never come back.

Your arm reaches behind you and buries into his soft curls, you tug at them as your ass circles against his thrusting hips. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you whine at the hot, wet muscle in your mouth, and it sends your head spinning. You can’t take it anymore, you need him, want him flushed against your front.

“Can I fuck you?” Deku asks swollen lips pulling away from yours, his mouth frantic and trailing kisses up your cheeks and down your jaw. “Please, I wanna fuck you so bad. Wanna fuck you on the floor and against the wall. Can I make you mine?”

You nod your head frantically, unable to come up with the words to say in order to tell him yes.

Deku laughs breathlessly and flips you over so that it’s your back against the floor now.

And just like you want him to, Deku comes down to reclaim your mouth. Hot, open mouthed kisses, teeth tugging at your lips and hands grabbing your waist. His hands are huge against you filling up the space between your hip and your waist without an issue. Your legs wrap around his waist, feeling entirely small underneath him, but entirely ready to be fucked by him.

His lips move expertly against yours, teeth nibbling at your lips, mouth then sucking on your tongue. You can’t keep the continuous moans from leaking out, can’t keep yourself from staying quiet as your eyes flutter open and see green eyes so dark they look black, staring down at you with the intensity of a predator.

You were his prey, and you would present to him at the drop of a hat.

His body is hot, heat rolling off of his hero costume in waves, making you feel like you were near burning against him. And the heat between his thighs sits at the bottom of your ass, thrusting up and grinding against you so that you don’t forget even for a moment that you are making him this way.

“I always knew you’d have such a pretty moan,” Deku mumbles as his fingers find the zipper to your costume and begin to tug it down. His lips trail down your neck, biting and nipping at the newly exposed flesh. “Knew you’d look so pretty under me, waiting to be fucked into submission.”

The words spark something within you, your eyes fluttering as your hips grind just a tad bit faster and you whine.

“Aw, is that what you wanted this entire time, y/l/n?” Deku asks, his grin pressed against your collarbone. “Wanted to be stretched out and fucked until you can’t anymore?”

“I want it,” you gasp, your fingers burying deep into his curls. “I want you, I want it, I want your dick in me already!”

“Not into foreplay?” Deku chuckles just a bit, tongue then tracing up your neck.

“Oh I am,” you snap, fingers finding the zipper of his own costume. “You can find out later how much I’m into it, but right now, I have been wanting you for years, and you will not make me wait any longer!”

Deku only nods frantically, and it's a mess of limbs, sloppy kisses, and clothes as the both of you strip to nothing.

Deku’s in between your legs, one hand pressed to the back of your knee, the other gripping what you believe is his dick because it makes everything in the world freeze as you see it. It’s huge, so thick that his hand wraps around it in a nice grip, and it long, curling up to his abs, curved and veiny.

“Holy shit,” you squeak, your cunt already clenching at the thought of taking that in.

“Are you ready?” Deku asks, the hand on your leg moving away for a moment as he cards his fingers back through his hair. “I don’t have a condom, though.”

“That’s fine, I don't care,” you dismiss his words, eyes too focused on the flush cock in his hand. “I don’t think I’ll live after you kill me with that anyways.”

Deku laughs just a bit, his dimples flashing as he leans in and kisses you deeply. You tremble underneath him, feeling so small pressed up against him, and you mewl when you feel the head of his cock pressing between your folds.

“Put it in,” you gasp, leg lifting and wrapping around his waist, “put it in! I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk, do you understand?!”

Deku nods, and with a sense of frantic need, his hand guides his cock into you.

It feels like you’re splitting in half. The girth of his cock stretching your walls out to the max, and he’s only going in. You scream loudly, both in pain and pleasure because it hurts so good.

“Take it, baby, take me all in,” Deku pants, his hips pushing out small, tiny thrusts to ram his cock further and further into your twitching cunt. “That’s i-it, holy fuck, that’s it! You’re taking me all the way in. F-Fuck… you’re so amazing! So fucking perfect!”

Tears are pouring out of your eyes, and your nails are tearing into his back, you sob slightly overwhelmed with his cock and the absolute pleasure of finally getting what you want and it being so much better than you thought. Your cunt throbs almost violently as Deku’s cock finally hits your cervix and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he thrusts in further, lips attempting to claim yours.

“Fuck me, Deku,” you beg, hips beginning to slam and fuck up onto his cock. “Please! I need you!”

“Such a desperate little villain though,” Deku sighs, teasingly, giving you one strong thrust for good measure. It goes a long way though, the power behind his thrust and thighs promising you a bruised ass, thighs, and cunt makes your mouth water for more. “I need you to promise to never do anything like that again and be a good little manager for Kacchan.”

“W-Wha–”

“Be good and stop being Mirage, or else you won’t be fucked.”

There was no hesitation.

“Okay.”

And just like that, Deku’s soft smile curves into a knowing, fierce smirk, and you can do nothing as his hands press to the back of your knees and he begins thrusting his hips into you. And it takes you completely out of control.

It’s a messy, frantic dance, your body holding onto his, your lips pressing against his, desperate and needy for his, and he is basically trying to imprint his body onto yours, the concrete, and the walls. Your bodies are so foreign to each other, and yet, when he fucks into you just a bit hard, just a bit faster, you come undone, back arching and toes curling as you sob his name.

It’s overwhelming to know that he can read you this well and for you to have never fucked him before. It’s empowering to see that he likes every forced and involuntary squeeze and clench of your cunt. He loved when your nails dug into his skin, raking their existence against the plane of broad muscles and scars.

Deku curses your name as you clench around him, his hands moving to your jaw so that he can lift your face to kiss him just so. He kisses you with a heated passion, a need that strips your entire being bare, and his hips slam so loudly against you, the slicked wetness is squelching and slapping with every grunt and moan.

In and out his cock goes, and you praise him and his cock.

You praise him for making you feel so good, for stretching out your pussy with that fat cock of his. You beg for more, and more, and more. You want every snap of his hips to send new colors to your vision, and every echoing squelch of your meeting, sloppy sexes only adds to the blabbering, unmanaged sentences from your lips.

“Harder, faster, more!” you beg, practically wailing against his shoulders, needing him more and more. The concrete hurts against your back, but you don’t care. You don’t care if he breaks your back, it’s a fall you’ll take. “Don’t hold back! Don’t you dare hold back!”

“Fuck, you’re crazy,” Deku gasps, his sweaty brow burying into your cheek. “I won’t though, I won't. Be ready, I’m not sure if you can take it.”

Before you can snap back that you can in fact take it, Deku’s weight falls heavier onto you and the angle shifts just slightly, and your words are ripped right out of your throat for a pitched, window shattering screech. Deku fucks into you with a new power, some untapped strength as greenspark falls from his skin as he ruins you for anyone ever again.

Your voice begins to scream out, the feeling of his vicious, thick cock snapping into you, shoving your shoulders further and further into the concrete was sending your head spinning. Your body is convulsing as he fucks you with new vulgar need and strength. But before you could scream your praises, Deku’s fingers shove into your mouth, and his other hand wraps around your neck, silencing your words and noises as he fucks up into you again and again and again.

“So loud, angel,” Deku smirks, fingers stroking and pinching your tongue as saliva pours endlessly from your mouth. His voice isn’t strained however, doesn’t have any indication that he’s out of breath or ready to tap out and that nearly makes you go insane. “I can’t wait to see everything that makes you look like this… you’re so pretty when you’re getting fucked.”

Your head is spinning, the heated tightness in your core clenching and throbbing as his conquesting cock never once stops or lessens. It just grows and grows and grows. His cock twitches in you, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he lets out a deep moan.

“Such a good and wet cunt you are,” Deku gasps as you gag against his fingers that press roughly against the back of your tongue. Your vision feels hazy, but you feel like you’re on cloud nine as his hand on your throat opens and closes, demonstrating his power over you. “I’m so glad you went through all this hard work to get me to fuck you.”

You can’t speak, so you nod desperately, you were so happy you did this too.

Your hips buck up into him with sheer stubborn drive to get him to toss his head back and moan, you wanted to see him unhinged too. Your eyelashes flutter, as his hands remove themselves from your face, and they move to your hips to help you out. But the building tightness and demanding need in your cunt was growing louder, hotter, completely undeniable. Your teeth sinking against his skin as you whimpered loudly, absolutely pathetically as you shifted faster, fucking against him harder.

“I-I’m so close,” you manage to moan out, and a sharp escape of air comes from his nose at that revelation.

Deku nods, his head moving so that his forehead rests against yours as he looks deep into your eyes. “I need you to look at the way your belly bulges while I fuck you before you cum, I want you to watch it bulge as you cum.”

You whimper, the strain in your neck almost insufferable as you peer down at your hastily exposed stomach, and you nearly faint at the pornographic, near-insane image of your stomach bulging with his hammering monster of a cock. And just like that, the tight heat in you snaps without a hitch, and you come tumbling down from the heights of your building orgasm. White heat and light spread through your body, your jaw slacking as you moan loudly, screaming his name as you convulse against him, body entirely limp. Deku, who was barely hanging by a strand, completely loses it when your core clenches like a vice against him.

Hot, thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock, his heavy, shaking gasps the only thing you can hear as he fucks into you once, twice more for good measure he collapses onto his forearms above you. It’s hot, almost too hot as he lays on top of you, the sticky fluid of his cum radiating against your already blazing walls, and for a bit, there’s silence.

Deku is the first to move afterward, and you whine as he pulls his cock out of your sore, abused pussy. You make a noise of curiosity then fear as Deku spreads your legs even more open and moves so that his head is face to face with your cum filled pussy.

“What are you–?!” you screech as Deku takes a lick out of your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, this does taste good,” Deku smirks as he once again licks your overstimulated pussy and you sob. “Besides, who said we were done?”

bonus!

“Everyone, this is my girlfriend y/l/n y/n!” Izuku happily introduced you to his group of friends.

“What the hell?!” Bakugou screamed, thrusting a finger at you and all you did was laugh.

So much for not being stubborn, huh.

#midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya smut #bnha #bnha x reader

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agustd-png · 3 years

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Hi Peach~ 🤩💕 could I please request a Drabble with IM with 88 and 93? I love youuu 🥺💕💕💕

hi jordyn~ u most certainly can my lovely friend! ily so much mwah!! 💕

88. “Mmm, good morning to you too.”

93. “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”

NOTE: I’m not accepting requests rn, these requests were sent during a short window of time that I accepted requests~

It had always been a sort of secret fantasy of yours to be woken up with your partner's head between your legs, but you hadn't mentioned it to any of your previous partners. But Changkyun brought out a lot of your fantasies. Something about him made you trust him more, made you more open sexually. Perhaps it was just how open he himself was that invited you to do the same. So it came as little surprise to you that Changkyun would someday fulfill your little morning fantasy, but the real surprise would be just when.

Then one Saturday with Changkyun rolled around and you were awoken by your bed creaking, the mattress moving quite a bit under you, and you sleepily looked down to see a big lump under the covers. You lifted the sheets to see Changkyun under them, making his way lower. "Changkyun, what are you doing?"

His head snapped up and he suddenly looked a bit disappointed.

"Damn, I was trying not to wake you up. Ah well," he shrugged. He threw the covers off both of you then and made you squeak by yanking off your panties. You were barely awake, but he woke you right up by attaching his lips to your pussy.

"Mmm, good morning to you too," you giggled, stretching, then running your hand through his tousled bed head hair. He smiled against you and dragged his tongue all over you, slowly working you up. Kisses and hickeys all over your thighs...long and short licks all over your pussy...smiles and gentle caresses to your body...all of it slowly driving you crazy.

You were plenty wet now, and the filthy sounds his tongue made against you filled the room, accompanied by nothing more than the light twitter of birds outside your window and the progressively louder moans he managed to pull from your lips.

Changkyun sighed contently, burying his face into you, holding your legs wide apart. "You taste so good, princess." His lips closed around your clit just as he pushed a finger into you and curled it deliciously, and your legs felt like they turned to jelly. A jolt of pleasure shot through you and you instinctively gripped his hair a little too hard, making him grunt against you.

"Ooh, shit, I'm sorry," you apologized, a blush rising in your cheeks.

But Changkyun just chuckled, peering up at you. "It's okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I'm between your legs. I love making you squirm." He smirked deviously and watched your expression as he pushed another finger in and fucked you with them. Your fingers twisted desperately in his hair and a whimper escaped you, and he seemed to enjoy that reaction. "You're close, right?" He asked, knowing your body so well, knowing exactly how you acted before you came undone. You couldn't deny it and shyly shook your head yes, biting down on your lip again. You wrapped a leg around him and held him close, but you knew he wasn't going anywhere. He liked to tease you, but he liked to see you cum even more. And the way he lapped at your pussy and fucked you faster with his fingers confirmed that he wasn't about to leave you hanging. Your back arched as your body chased the approaching high, and just as Changkyun sucked at your clit again you fell over the edge, bucking against his mouth and pulling at the locks of his hair.

"Changkyun, Changkyun, fuck--" you rambled, your head pressed back into your pillow. "God you're good," you huffed as you relaxed and came down from your high.

"I know," he answered cheekily, his face now inches away from yours, mouth covered in your arousal, fingers still shallowly fucking you. "Well, next time I'll wake you up with my mouth."

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kittiestkat · 3 years

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€ 5,00 !? for a coffee !!

scummy!dabi!hawks x fem!reader

dark content (dubcon/noncon)

this is from my old blog sorry :( have writers block rn !! (not proof read)

it had been how many weeks now. two three? you had lost count. your mind was jumbled and your body still felt dirty. no matter how many times you scrubbed, the feeling remained. but no matter how many people you slept with to forget the accident, nothing satisfied you.

god, what were you? some common whore begging to me taken advantage of by two brutes again. it was laughable. embarrassing!

school was a distraction but also a reminder. you skipped lessons to avoid them. contemplated changing courses even. anything to forget.

you were listening to god knows what, studying still after several hours. your mind seriously couldn’t wrap around analysing any form of english.

you were aching to slip into bed, watch some tv and doze off. before you could form a coherent thought as to how to answer this question, a knock to your door jolts you out of your thoughts. that’ll be your roommate, drunk no doubt. fridays were always ‘party days’ in her eyes.

“coming!” you roll your eyes when the knocks grew louder, snickers coming from behind the thick wood.

“i told you, i can’t keep babying you when your drunk.” swinging the door open you weren’t met with the petit red head, but instead two pair of silted eyes staring at you.

you couldn’t close the door? well no, not when dabi’s foot was so rudely jamming it back open.

“well, well, well. what do we have here?”

“please, what do you want?”

“please what do you want.” the raven haired boy mocked you, eyes sparkling and teeth bared. you were stuck, a mouse in a trap.

you felt you heart swell, tears drop. “awe dabi, you’ve gone and made her cry,” the blonde said in faux empathy “it’s okay baby, ignore him.”

empty words, that’s all they were. empty words from people who could care less.

“please, just…” your words trailed off as the two large men barged past my door, bolting it shut.

“please what…? make you feel good? oh trust me baby, we will.”

the feeling of hawks slender fingers tugging curls behind your ear made you recoil. begin to scream, thrash, sob. the two looked at each other, eyebrows raised, faces amused, teeth bared.

whatever you did before was no good. actually it only spurred them on. “this little hole was just waiting for me, huh.” the blonde says, a statement more than a question.

his cock pistons in and out of you, thrashing you to reluctantly take dabi further down you throat, making him emit and gargled moan. “mm, you’re so fucking warm.” the raven hair said, hand stroking your back as the hawks lifted his leg, making your back arch and legs shake.

the assault carries on for what seemed ages. you were a mere spit roast. you could feel the humiliation wrap around you as your throat began to bruise and your insides started to quiver.

“keigo.” your voice seemed pathetic even to you, it was laced with pleasure, there was no denying it.

“you hear something dabi.” the blonde said, as if he wasn’t fucking into you at an ungodly pace.

“no? last time i checked onaholes didn’t speak.” the boys laughed as tears wet your cheeks.

“mm gonna’ cream in this tight pussy, huh.” you couldn’t reply to him, dabi had a death grip on your head as his thrusts grew sloppy.

“gonna take my cum, baby?” you could only whimper. you weren’t able to reply. they knew that. they liked that.

dabi was almost ripping out your hair as you gagged around him, waiting for him to still. after a few more languid thrusts in your abused throat, he stopped, spirts of white shooting down you, making you convulse as hawks does the same, cum beginning to drip out of your poor little cunny.

pants filled the room, matching your whimpers. of course you couldn’t cum, how stupid were you to think you could? so naïve and willing, huh. pulling out of you, hawks avian eyes grew wide as white leaked, seeping and bubbling.

dabi groaned as spit fell from his dick in ropes, matching the cum. he crouched to you, smile never leaving. taking his fingers he shoved the cum pack into your pussy, gathering it and stuffing you like a turkey. you cried at the sudden intrusion, only to find those fingers in your mouth.

“not a drop spilt, you hear me?” standing up he grimaced at the mess, insulting you as he got dressed.

the two boys began to turn, walking through your door, until dabi turned round, winking at you.

“oh,” he feigned innocence as he held up a discarded item “we’ll be taking these again.”

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feed me, fight me.

pairing. boxer!jjk x f!reader. rating. explicit. tags. relationship issues, baby angst, comfort, unprotected sex (please be responsible!). wc. 3.5k. beta reader. @hobi-gif, always. 💖 author note. i’m really into comfort fics rn so...

What do you get when you mix a pissed off girlfriend with a neglectful boyfriend? (Aside from trouble, that is.)

The answer is you - throwing punches far harder than you should be, completely disregarding the fact that you’re meant to be playing the part of perfect partner, meeting pads in the sequence he’s laid out. It’s you throwing a hook when you should be swinging an uppercut. It’s you, snapping your leg out with a satisfying thunk! of your shin when you should only be thip kicking. It’s you, not giving a single damn as you take out all your frustrations on someone who’s growing increasingly more irritated by your childishness. It’s you, blatantly disrespecting him in his ring - sending a reminder that there’s more to life than the four corners of this space.

How can he blame you though, when he’s the reason? When you’ve voiced your annoyance more than once - more than twice, more times than you care to count - and each time it’s met with a half-hearted apology (if you could even call it that)? How can he hold it against you when you’ve asked, demanded, pleaded for more?

“Cut it out,” he seethes, quiet, under his breath, irritation igniting his expression, something hot and angry burning in the dark of his stare. A withering wildfire in an empty field, smoldering coals flickering bright. It presents itself in how his mouth curls, the hard line of his jaw as bone threatens to snap in half from the tension.

“Cut what out?” Your retort is punctuated by the smack of leather on leather, the worn edge of your boxing glove meeting the pad that Jungkook raises just in time to avoid a black eye.

“What’s your problem?” How he manages to snipe back - somehow sounding disgruntled by your behaviour - you’re not sure. All you know is it boils your blood, searing heat within your veins when he effortlessly blocks your next jab. He knows you well and knows the sport better, predicting each movement as if you’re telegraphing it all with a giant neon sign on your forehead.

(You probably are. You’ve never been good at hiding your emotions, pinning your heart on your sleeve, your sadness heavy in your mouth. They wear you, rather than you it. A weakness of yours.)

“You’re my problem.”

“Shut up.” It’s not the usual exasperated annoyance he levels you with, meaner and paired with a swat of your gloved hand. He’s not supposed to be countering you, instead only blocking the punches you throw his way.

(But then again - when did he ever listen to you? When did he ever do what he was supposed to?)

(It’s not a fair assertion. You’re just mad. Livid beyond belief, standing atop this hill that you’ll happily die on.)

“Fuck you,” you snap, offering the petulant comeback in the same instance you surge forward. He blocks your jab - sees it coming from a mile away - and goes to block your hook.

Except it never comes, your knee straightening out instead, hard edge of your shin slamming right into the side of his leg.

He crumples more out of surprise than anything, eyes wide, all the anger swept away by something closer to astonishment. It shines impossibly bright in his eyes, turning his entire expression upside down when his knee hits the ground. By how he falls, you’re sure you’ve hit just the right spot, left his nerve endings buzzing uncomfortably as the feeling leaves the limb.

“Are you serious?” You know he’s genuinely baffled then, voice slipping, cracking in a way you’d normally find adorable. (It goes to show how upset you are, the awkward split of his words doing nothing to soothe your temper.) “What’s your issue?” He’s still seated on the floor, rocking back on his heels, brow knit in consternation. It’d take him seconds to jump up - to put you on your ass - but he chooses to remain where he is, staring up at you with that look on his face.

(That look you love. That you hate. That makes your insides turn to goo on his best days and misery on your worst. That you’ve seen every single day for the last three years, as the first thing upon waking up and the last thing before passing out. That makes you hesitate now, peering down into it.)

(Were you being unnecessary? Unbearable? Was this on you?)

“I’m going home.” It’d be nice to tear your gloves off, throw them in his face and storm off in a huff. It’d cause the scene you’re hoping for, push him to where you need. (Because that’s the thing about Jungkook - he doesn’t react otherwise and you’re sick of it.) Instead, you turn on your heel and slink away, silent as a mouse.

You’re tired. Too tired. Why had you started something you couldn’t finish?

It shouldn’t surprise you that you’re home alone for hours that night, curled up in bed and half-asleep when light from the hallway spills into your bedroom. It comes with hardly any noise, a tell-tale sign he’s trying not to wake you (or disturb you or get caught). You almost let it slide when his figure appears in the doorway, broad frame swallowed up by the oversized sweater he wears.

He’s moving near silently, having already deposited his gym bag in the laundry room. He doesn’t even switch the light on, moving around in the muted glow of the hallway, fumbling as he strips his clothes off and tosses them into the hamper against the wall.

You expect him to head directly into the en suite, wash away whatever grime he’s accumulated throughout the day. He’s always been this way, far too concerned with dragging in odour and dirt into your bed to do otherwise.

Except tonight, he doesn’t follow his usual routine. Tonight, he makes a detour.

The bed dips before you realise what’s happening, grip on the pillow under your head tightening. Words fit between your teeth, ready to spill out, lash out, tear out like a bullet deadset on landing a bullseye.

“I’m sorry.” Two words you’ve been waiting to hear, that startle you enough to throw your anger out the window, tossing them out with the wash. “I don’t know why you’re upset but I’m sorry for whatever it is.” He’s speaking into the quiet of your bedroom. You can feel his hand settled on the bed, wrist somewhere over the line of your spine.

Oh - he thinks you’re asleep.

“Things have been crazy. I’ve been stressed.” Here, under cover of night, he’s vulnerable, explanation tumbling forth uncertainly. You can hear it in the way the words form, syllables slipping into each other - a sure sign of his exhaustion. “I know that’s not an excuse, so I’ll be better.” Though he readjusts, weight distributing differently over the bed, he isn’t touching you. You can only imagine how he looks, the posture he’s taken on, arms leant over knees, hands twisting together in that way of his that begs a silent help me. A version of him you’ve seen only a handful of times.

(Jeon Jungkook does not let things get to him. Never has, likely never will. He’s immaculately put together, strung tight by years of growing up too fast, wanting too much and fearing it’ll slip away. He goes and goes until he can’t any more and only then does he still, crashing headlong over a cliff of his own creation.)

It’s then that you realise while you’ve grown irritated with his preoccupation, coming second to the man you’ve only ever put first, he’s been suffering right alongside you. Differently, certainly, but suffering nonetheless. Holding his cards close as he’s always done, shouldering all the things on his own and hoping for the best.

Irritation flares first. Anger at the fact that he hadn’t confided in you. It burns bright, erodes everything else in its path.

And then it dims almost immediately, overshadowed by a tenderness that blooms in the small of your chest. Rosebuds that fill the cavity and swath affection in broad strokes, colouring everything purple - a pretty mosaic made up of equal parts love and sadness.

“You should’ve said something.”

Bambi-eyed baby is your nickname for your boyfriend - one he reluctantly wears, scowls at when you use it in public - and yet you’re still blown away by the glossiness of his stare, how wide it goes when you roll to face him, simultaneously flicking your bedside light on. There’s embarrassment crowding his expression, lighting up every handsome facet of his features in technicolour. He works to hide it almost immediately, moves back on the bed as if he might find himself a home in the shadows.

“I thought you were sleeping,” he mumbles, not quite looking at you, stare focused on your pillow case, the white linen that you’d bought when you’d moved in together. “Did I wake you up?”

Though his concern is real, you know it’s a distraction too. His way of deflecting, shifting the focus back to you.

(Jeon Jungkook doesn’t live in the spotlight. Hates it, in fact. It’s a curious combination - wanting to be praised, to show off, and yet fearing failure so strongly. A worrying mix when he’s down and an endearing one when he’s up.)

You’re still cocooned, still held far enough away that he hasn’t run for the hills, locking himself in the bathroom to put a further physical barrier between you. Should you move too fast, you know he’ll spook. Push too hard, he’ll leave.

“Couldn’t sleep without you.” It’s true enough. Dreams had evaded you for the better part of the evening, held somewhere by hands inked like his, blemished by scars and calluses like his. They’d been kept in his coat pocket, tucked behind his ear. (So maybe it’d been anger, too, that’d kept you up. That doesn’t matter now.)

The disbelief is evident, both in his words and the quirk of his mouth, bathed in dim light. “Really?”

(You sometimes wonder how different the two of you see things. What a day looks like from his point of view - whether he reads all of your interactions in the same way. You’ve always been terribly incompatible in that way, opposites in so many respects that it’d frankly baffled your friends when you’d started dating.

You were intent - sometimes too intent - on resolving problems, never letting up. Forcing conversations you felt you needed to have, demanding answers even before there was one. He, on the other hand, was uncomfortable with conflict, choosing to ignore the things that bothered him until they went away. It’d driven you absolutely insane at first, made you worry that it was you that was the issue, simply being too much.

But over time - three long years, to be exact - you’d found a common ground. Or so you’d thought.)

“Why are you so surprised?”

“You were pissed earlier.” There’s a lightness to his tone, careful consideration poured into each word he offers, as if he’s navigating a minefield. You’ve had these kinds of disagreements too many times for him to believe otherwise, as if his caution is a part of him, stitched lovingly - forcefully - by your hand. “Thought you wouldn’t wait up for me.”

“I shouldn’t have,” you retort before you can help it, still just a little childish, a little hurt. “But you know I hate going to bed angry.” Of course he knows. He’s lost hours of sleep due to your insistence that everything be talked out.

He hums a noncommittal sound - more of a grunt - and you know your window is closing. Now that you’re not out for blood, he’s retreating as he always does. Readying himself to rise from the bed, close this half-read chapter and move onto the next.

You beat him before he can, curling your fingers around his wrist, over the dangling silver chain. (His birthday gift this year, heavy metal that’s cold under your touch.)

“Don’t.”

One blink. Another. Slow and confused - deliberately so. Then he’s looking away, staring down at the ground as if you haven’t just read his next move. The ring might be his domain but home is yours; it’s the one place you hold the upper hand. “What?”

“Don’t leave.” It’s easy to read the meaning in between your words, the unspoken request that might as well be brilliant red ink. It’s far kinder than your usual demands, more pleading than begrudging, more need than want.

“I need to shower.”

It’s not a no - which you suppose is a win.

“Just wait.” Your request comes with an adjustment, whole tired frame rising from the bed only to sink back down - this time against your partner, your other half, your infuriating love. He accepts you readily, dropping his ink-strewn hand over your covered thigh. The weight is comforting over the warmth of the duvet, grounding you in the quiet of your home.

“I’m gross,” he complains, though he doesn’t make to move away. Stays right by your side when you drop your head against his bare shoulder. “Now you’re gross.”

“We can be gross together.” Because you’re not ready for him to leave you, to close the door as he so often does. (And, for once, you’re not quite as angry, not seeking an argument that’ll give you the resolution you hope for. You want communication, open and honest. You want him, vulnerable and soft.)

A little sigh comes, a puff of breath that expands his doughy cheeks and sends wayward strands fluttering. It’s less resigned and more endeared - you know how much it means when his acquiesces like this.

Maybe he wants those same things, you think.

“Do you wanna shower?” You ask in perfect tandem, words folding together. You nod in the same way.

Encased in the small space - it’s different. He’s preoccupied, back turned to you, shielding you from the slow-heating stream. It’s as if his mind is a thousand lightyears away, trapped somewhere with the stars as the water rains down around the two of you, fogging the glass and wetting his hair.

“Babe?”

There’s a delay before he reacts, peering over his shoulder at you, a faraway look in his eyes. You wonder what he’d been thinking of, whether he’s still on the same page as you or if he’s skipped ahead as he tends to do. When he speaks, you have your answer, his words flicking through paper to bring you two where you need to be.

“Can you wash my hair?” An indulgent treat he rarely requests, one he seldom allows. He’s far too on the go, jumping from this to that to spend much time like this with you.

It’s a sign if there ever was one.

You reach for your shampoo bottle wordlessly, popping the cap and depositing sweet peach-scented liquid into your hands. They fold into his strands carefully, tips of your fingers pressing into his scalp, delightful bubbles accumulating between your digits. He doesn’t make a sound but you feel the way he relaxes, practically melting into your touch as you work the cleanser through his roots, careful to keep the suds from descending into his eyes.

When was the last time you’d done this? Weeks ago? Months, maybe? You honestly can’t recall. (Not that it matters now. You’ve found yourselves back here, terribly tender and intimate in the dead of night. Almost as if no time has passed at all.)

Silence stretches between the two of you. You don’t even need to instruct him to rinse, running seamlessly through the routine without hesitation.

Conditioner replaces shampoo, deft fingers combing through the few knots in his feather soft strands. Though there are hardly any, you know he loves when you take extra care, treating him in ways he’d never ask for otherwise. He savours these quiet moments of almost-solitude, spoiled rotten by your familiar touch and comforting affection.

You’d give it every single day if you could. Had, in fact.

That’s what’d brought you here, after all.

“‘m sorry,” he says - mumbles really - surprising you as you’re working your fingers into the nape of his neck, concentrating on the tension that’s carved out a home beneath muscle and sinew, turned bone iron-clad.

“For what?”

Any other time, it might’ve come across demanding, needing an answer that would soothe whatever inadequacy he’d somehow strung your heart up with. Now, it’s genuine, asked more for him than you.

You want to be let in. Need it.

“Being out of it, I guess.” It’s a lot for him - admitting this. “I’ve just been busy and I guess I kind of just—“ The imposing line of his shoulders rise and fall, a mountain range disturbed by the uncertainty in his voice.

“Forgot about me?” You don’t mean it meanly. It’s a simple statement of fact, one the both of you have to face.

“Yeah. Something like that.”

You deliberate accepting the apology and moving on, sweeping it under the rug because he’s already come so much further than you’d thought he would. But that’s not the kind of person you are, so you press just a little more, stand just a little taller.

“I don’t think I ask for the world, Kook.” Maybe more than some people. Maybe less than others. “If I’m being too much, I’d rather you let me know than shut me out.”

A sigh comes, so heavy you wonder whether he might be Atlas, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“No, I know.”

“Do you?”

(At some point you’d stopped massaging the conditioner in, opting to crowd your hands over his back, working into the knots that run beneath his skin. He hadn’t been lying - he’s stiff as a board, entire broad form twitching any time you press the pads of your thumbs into a particularly sensitive spot.)

“I thought I’d figure it out myself,” he reasons, in that oh-so impossible Jeon Jungkook way of his. “Didn't realise it was taking a toll on you.”

“On us,” you correct, not at all tactful.

“On us,” he agrees with another sigh, smaller this time, tinged blue with something that feels like guilt and fills up the glass space.

“We’re a team, you know.”

(You know he knows. You just have to remind him sometimes, anchor him with the knowledge that it’s not him against the world. That you’re in his corner - always.)

“I know.”

When he turns to look at you - doesn’t even flinch when the sudden movement has you wobbling on your feet, catches you when you stumble - you don’t doubt that. He loves you just as much as you love him, sees the whole world in the small of your stare.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, two hands coming to cradle your face, palms warm over each cheek. “Just give me some time.” For what, you’re not sure. You don’t mind waiting to find out though - willing to weather the storm just to see him happy.

Jungkook holds you close, threads his fingers through yours and peppers love into the silk of your hair. Dresses your skin in the heat of his affection and sears his signature into the velvet of your skin, teeth dragging, tongue gliding.

“Is this better?” He means how he holds you, how he treats you like porcelain as he fucks you slow and tender, keeps one leg hooked back over his own.

It’s not that this is the kind of lovemaking you prefer but rather the one you need, with him consuming you wholly, sweetly, filling you with each fluid roll of his hips and nothing else. No elaborate dirty talk, no overzealous bouncing, just the two of you together, curled against each other like you might not survive otherwise.

He’s not pushing you to your finish with deft fingers over your clit, not taking his fill with greedy hands. He’s simply there, with you, feeling every curve of your body as he sinks into your aching cunt and sighs as if he’s in heaven. (And maybe he is - because where he is could only ever be where you are and you feel like you’re floating, weightless and lovestruck, anchored only to your bed by the hand that squeezes yours and the mouth that purrs your name.)

“Yes,” you breathe, exhale in a breath that seems to take all of your effort. It’s hard to focus when he splits you open so well, fills your pussy and your heart and makes your chest erupt with a kaleidoscope of butterflies.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

When he says it like that - folds it like a promise and tucks it into the spot behind your ear - you know it’s true. Even if you don’t always feel it, even if he doesn’t always show it, there’s not a doubt in your mind.

In all the ways he can, he loves you. And whether that means enough from one day to the next, you don’t mind sticking around to find out. Not if it means more of this.

(Of him, of you, of your life together.)

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