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2018shawn · 4 years

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Ruin the Friendship

OMG to the anon that requested this I am SO sorry it took me this long and it’s probably not up to expectation I've just been struggling to write djbsndfa HOWEVER, this was my interpretation of the song and I hope you enjoy. I did intend for it to be more sexy but it turned out more goof so soz about tht OH and I also wrote this with a OC I dunno why it just happened but there u go

Warnings: suggestions of smut, swearing, MY WRITING, alcohol consumption etc etc

Remy’s phone balanced against a stack of books, just enough so that she was in view of the front facing camera, not really giving too much attention to how she looked. Her screen was dominated by a mop of brown curls and just, and I mean - just - underneath them, she could make out the facial structure of her closest friend, neighbour and music mogul, known to the world as Shawn Mendes. To her, he was known as annoying neighbour that A) played guitar ridiculously late at night, especially in the room that backed onto her bedroom. B) never had milk and would knock at stupid o’clock in the morning to get some because he was fuelled by coffee and fancy tea’s and C) wasn’t there half the time, meaning she had 2 lots of post to check for every morning. He was in the midst of rambling and from what she could gather, he was throwing a party for absolutely no particular reason other than the weather was nice and doesn’t that make you wanna have a beer?

“No, Shawn. I don’t really drink beer, so I can’t say it does” She replied, rolling her eyes behind her quirky, but necessary, reading glasses as her fingers swiftly tapped away at her keyboard, trying to get down as many words as she could.

“Ok... vodka? gin?...” he started, and she gave me him a raised eyebrow kinda look as she finally turned her attention to him. “Tequilaaaaa?” He dragged out, putting on a face that the angels could have sculpted themselves.

“Jesus, no. Absolutely not.” The last time Shawn made her do a tequila shot, he demanded that she did it from his I want to run my tongue over stomach, to which she was absolutely mortified and knew that there was no chance in hell she could keep her cool, or stop her lips from going further south, if she was to lick or suck anywhere near that region. He finally let her settle for shotting it from the glass like a normal human being and that was the last she remembered of the night, “I’ll have water, I got a lot of work to do tomorrow”.

He plumped out his bottom lip at her response, but quickly raised a point. “So, that means you’re coming?” He was moving about in the screen, and she guessed he was just pacing around his apartment because he was the most restless person she’d ever met. She’d never known him to be home longer than 1 week at a time, so it was a rarity that he was currently on day 3 and quite possibly throwing a party out of boredom, not good will.

“Not necessarily... but, I might drop in” She replied, closing the lid down on her laptop with a sigh as her brain came to a halt with words, partly because of the Canadian boy the other side of her FaceTime call, “If I have to”.

He smiled and nodded, indicating that she did, in fact, have to. “You do! You’re always working, have a night off, Rems” She groaned at not only his nickname for her, but when she heard a knock at her door, assuming it would be her delivery. Pushing herself up from her sofa and slumping over to the door, she knew the angle on her screen wasn’t the prettiest, like when you accidentally open front camera and get the shock of your life, but he’d seen her in much worse states than this.

“I just... don’t know anyone” She said, swinging the door open, her eyes looking back at the screen to gauge Shawn’s reaction. To her dismay, just because of the pleasure of getting to see his face, he’d paused the FaceTime, assumingly scrolling away on other apps where faces were much more interesting that what she thought hers was.

“You know me” His voice snapped her out or her gaze, not just from her phone, but from the tall figure stood in her doorway. It wasn’t obscure that he was stood at her door, it was just obscure that he was on FaceTime at the same time. “What you gonna wear?”

He pushed past her, walking himself into the apartment which he knew all too well, not just because his was symmetrical, but because he’d been round here more times than he'd had hot dinners. It wasn’t all good reasoning - he’d turned up numerous times looking like he was on the verge of tears, which sometimes he burst into as soon as she shut the door behind him, he’d turned up fucked out of his face, because he couldn’t work his own key in the door and demanded he stay on her couch because his apartment felt lonely, hell, he’d even turned up heartbroken because the same damned girl kept screwing him over and he couldn't quite establish his self worth.

It killed her, for him not to see how incredibly special he was. She’d always had a small crush on him, sure. But Remy just learnt to deal with it because, sure, dating her was definitely not on the top of his to do list.

She was left stood, her hand still clasped around the door as he waltzed into her bedroom, muttering nothing in particular other than how she looked good in that red, flowery thing and she should definitely wear that. “Fucking dumbass” She muttered to herself, sighing as she finally closed the door, letting it shut with a loud click before following the - did I mention? - annoying neighbour that apparently would not take no for an answer.

“Turn off your FaceTime, I can hear you, fucking dumbass”

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She sipped, through her straw, at was definitely not water and she knew she shouldn’t have trusted him when he asked what she wanted to drink. She convinced herself it would be rude not to drink it - and maybe a couple more, now she had the taste for it. Her friend, Lily, was the one that put the icing on the cake, turning up at her house - what was with people just randomly turning up? - all dolled up ready for the night. She knew her friend only wanted to go because Connor had more than likely been in touch, after several previous one night stands/‘meetings’ and Lily was not the kind of girl that passed up the opportunity to get laid - even though she had Connor wrapped around her little finger.

Lily had left her to go pee, but Remy knew she most definitely would get lost (in Connor’s lap) on the way back, which left her with no choice but to fend for herself. She’d seen Shawn on arrival, but knew he was making a round of doing the pleasantries and she couldn't be stuck to his hip all night, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to be. As if he’d sensed her needs, her annoying neighbour came prancing over with the grin of a Cheshire Cat and, of course, a red cup contained in one hand.

He looked good - really fucking good - she thought to herself as she watched him, buttons undone one extra than the normal person, showing the chest hair he always claimed to be manly. His trousers were tight around his peachy rear, which is somewhere she’d always wanted to get her hands onto but, funnily enough, never found the right moment to do that as a friend and neighbour. Like hey, I brought your post up... by the way let me touch your butt or hey, I saw you’re back in town, can I come round... and touch your butt.

Sure he looked good, but his body; his body even looked good. It looked healthy. Happy. Refreshed. Which is something it often wasn’t and she would preach to him numerous times about how you only get one and you need to look after it. Turns out he may have actually listened to her for once and taken her advice.

Remy had thought numerous times about going there with Shawn - there being her underneath him, but she also knew he could get any girl he wanted with the click of his fingers, because that’s just the kind of guy he was. She, was unaware that he thought she’d never want him - he knew she loved home comforts and stability and someone to be there. He completely wasn’t the right guy to be able to offer that, and sure, bedding her had crossed his mind because he wasn’t completely oblivious to all the little gazes he’d caught her in as he walked around his - or her - apartment in nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein’s. But he couldn’t bare to do it to her - fuck her and leave - no matter how many times she bit her perfectly plump lip when he was chatting away to her about the dumb TV show they’d started watching.

“How’s your water?” He smirked, his eyes looking a little drunk as he mirrored her posture, leaning back against the kitchen counter with arms crossed, only he stood much taller. He turned to face her, eyes clicking with hers and giving her the same puppy dog eyes he always did.

“Great, actually, thank you” she smiled, being the one to break the eye contact before taking another large sip of her drink. His view didn’t alter as he kept eyes on her, beyond her knowledge, to take in every inch of what he thought to be perfect features. Shawn had travelled all around the world, but never met anyone that quite compared to Remy. He had never met anyone who was so determined to succeed, even through having as many set backs as her. He had never met anyone who could give so much love, despite being the one needing love herself. And what he thought about the most, was that he’d never met anyone who had a body like hers - one that could make him feel like jelly. “They’re really into each other aren’t they?”

She interrupted his train of admiring thoughts, making him stutter and blush when she turned back to face him, catching him staring at her plump lips. She nodded her head towards Lily and Connor, who were talking to other people but might as well have been auditioning for a role in love actually, because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. “Yeah, I actually didn’t know it was possible for him to have feelings” he laughed and she nodded, rolling her eyes and capturing her bottom lip in between her teeth. He lulled at the material of his unbuttoned shirt in an attempt to get some ventilation. He felt hot, and it wasn’t the alcohol.

“Well, I stupidly offered her a place to crash so I guess that means he’ll be joining too” She took the straw that was swivelling around in her drink, frustrated as she tried to catch it in her mouth every time she wanted a sip, and threw it behind her onto the counter. With one large gulp, the rest of her drink was gone and they both knew she was starting to get the confidence she so dearly deserved.

“I have a spare bed, if you know...” he started, not entirely sure where he was going with the whole invitation, “get bored of the noise”

ouch. friend zoned. She thought to herself, although grateful for the offer.

“I’m gonna whoop your ass at twister,” was the only thing she could reply, swiftly changing subject and nudging her head towards the surprisingly - so far - relatively PG game of twister happening in his lounge.

ouch. rejected. He though to himself, although slightly embarrassed at his childlike offer.

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Remy balanced on the balcony railing, her hair pushed to one side of her neck, exposing her shoulder and collar bone, just a measly spaghetti strap covering any skin there. She came outside for one of two reason. One being the fact she felt herself getting drunk, which is something she intended not to do. Two being that Shawn looked more hot the drunker she got and that was not the kind of things that she wanted filling her mind whilst she had the new found tipsy confidence.

“Hey, there you are” Shawn slid the balcony door closed behind him, placing his beer bottle on the little table, surrounded by two chairs, that covered almost half of the tiny balcony. “I thought you’d back door boogied.”

She snorted out a laugh, shaking her head at his ridiculous methodology. “No, but that would be the way to go, because you’d no doubt nag me to stay, if I told you I was leaving.”

He leant his back against the railing, turning his head to the right to get full view of her, as she admired the busy Toronto city. “Can you blame me?” She pursed her lips, trying to keep her eyes on the bright city lights. “What would I have to do, out of interest?”

She finally turned to look at him, his signature smile covering his features and that was more than enough to ever make her stay. “Hmm... maybe play me my favourite song.” He simply nodded, taking mental note.

They stayed silent for a few minutes, nothing but the sound of busy streets and the music inside filing the void. They awkwardly clicked eye contact a couple of times, her cheeks blushing a deep shade of red each time which he found incredibly cute, but also somehow sexy. “You should get back, it’s your party you loser.”

“I like your company,” he smiled genuinely, playfully nudging her shoulder with his own. He wanted nothing more, in this moment, than to grab her, hold her close and admire the beauty of the city with her. Admire her beauty.

She shoved her empty red cup in his hand, suddenly feeling thirsty, although she was sure it wasn’t the type of thirst that could be satisfied with another drink. But, another drink would have to make do. “Go fill up my dink, and I shall grace you with my presence shortly.”

He wasn’t sure where the assertiveness came from, but he thought it almost turned him on. “One Tequlia, coming right up”

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The dull party music was nothing but a background noise now everyone had vacated, leaving Remy, Shawn, Lily and Connor as the last men standing. Shawn couldn’t help but jibe at Remy for being one of the final few, making it through the entire party and finishing with a rare buzz from the alcohol. “Me and Con are gonna get going, if that’s okay?” Lily spoke, filling the last space in the dishwasher with any glass she could.

“Sure, thanks for your help, guys” Shawn said, balancing a stack of red plastic cups in his right hand that slightly resembled the leaning tower of Pisa, shaking Connor’s hand with his left.

“Okay well, here’s my key, I'll help Shawn finish up and I'll be back” Remy confirmed, walking over to her bag and retrieving her key from inside, handing it over to the eager blonde. She began speaking in a much quieter tone, even though Shawn and Connor were engaging in their own conversation and would absolutely have no interest in there's, “I might stay in Shawn’s spare room, give you guys... space” you laughed. Lily was more than thankful to have a best friend like you.

“Girl, stay in his damn bed” She replied, earning a roll of the eyes from Remy at the typical Lily answer.

“I wouldn’t mind if she did” Shawn spoke, Remy suddenly freezing and heart beating faster than she ever knew it could. The remark was pushed aside as everyone bid their final farewells, leaving Shawn and Remy alone in his apartment with nothing but a huge mess and Spotify playlist playing in the background. “You look really pretty tonight”, he added, as she finished rounding up the last few beer bottles and throwing them in his bottle bin.

“I... uh... thanks. You too” She smiled, almost instantly mentally slapping her forehead with the palm of her hand. Pretty? You look pretty too? She thought to herself. “I mean, you look good. Not pretty, but good”

“You don’t think I’m pretty?” He gasped, his hand pressing against his chest as he acted shocked. He leant his back against the wall, his legs straining against the fabric of his jeans, with one leg bent and supported against the structure. She couldn’t help but think about climbing on top of his thick limbs, straddling him and pinning him down. She replied a small oh har-har and he stood up, walking over to her, despite her pretending to be busy with the same bottles she’d been moving around for the past 5 minutes. “Because I think you're very, very pretty. Beautiful, actually” She felt his breath against the back of her hair, just above her ear as she remained facing the countertop. She was sure that she’d never felt a flush of heat like the one she was experiencing. His long arms captured her in his personal space, the scent of her sweet perfume filling the little space between them.

Shawn noticed how she’d stopped moving and he wasn't sure if he was pushing the boundaries too much. He would, of course, stop if she was to show him any signs of feeling uncomfortable, but the way her body finally relaxed against his told him the opposite. His fingers nervously danced over her waist, and he failed to notice the trail of goose pimples that covered her bare arms. It felt like a lifetime, waiting for her to react or say something.

Both their hearts, unbeknown to each other, were almost beating out of their chests. “Shawn...” Was all she could mumble, managing somehow to turn around, in the tiny amount of space she had, to face him. Well, to face his chest. His hands remained on her waist, his mind subconsciously telling him to hold on because she could try and run at any given moment. She looked up at him, through fluttering lashes, trying to work out what he was thinking, but failing miserably.

“Do you want me to move away?” He asked, noticing how their bodies were closer than they ever had been. Truth be told, she didn’t know, but something in her possessed her to shake her head, much to Shawn’s relief. So he sighed happily, reaching up his hand and brushing some stray hairs away from her face, his hand lingering there once he’d done. She reached up and covered his larger hand with hers, looking into his eyes with what he could only describe as love. Her eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips, giving him the signal he’d been waiting for.

Dipping his neck down, their lips collided with messy passion as his hand grasped the back of her neck, her hand finally parting from his to tug at the material of his shirt. She groaned at his neediness, moving into him, her chest pressing against his front. Neither of them thought about coming up for air, only needing each other to survive in this very moment.

Remy was the first one to detach, her cheeks covering deep red blush, yet again. “We... shouldn't.” She stated, her hands still balling up the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m not gonna force you to do anything you don’t want to do, but fuck, Rems.” He breathed heavily, stroking his thumb over her flushed cheeks. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to.” It shocked her that he sounded like he meant it, because there wasn’t many men out there who were as honest as he. All she could find herself doing was taking in whatever words he spoke, her mind on over drive and then some. “And not like, just tonight. I’ve wanted you every day, in every city, every album, every single. And what’s more ironic is that your favourite song you said you’d like me to play for you... is about you and...”

She stopped him with another kiss, her tip toes aiding her in reaching up to his taller height. She knew the confidence had come from the uncountable amount of vodka-lemonades she’d practically inhaled, but her actions were sincere. Shawn approved of both the confidence and the actions. She spoke into his mouth as they loved on each other, “This... could...” He flicked his tongue against hers, her words being replaced with a string of moans. His hands pulled at the hair on the back of her head, pulling her neck upwards as their lips disconnected, giving him more access to the skin on her neck. His lips trailed wet kisses down, nipping at the delicate skin. “Ruin our friendship,” she finally finished and although her words were spoken genuine concern, the only thing she was physically concerned about was getting enough of a handful of his hair to toy with.

Her breathing was deep as Shawn pulled away, face still hovering close to hers. “I mean it though, Remy. I’m all in, if you are” She knew it was a big risk, ruining her friendship; her anxiety wouldn’t let her stay living next to Shawn if anything was to go wrong, meaning she’d have to go through the pain of packing up and moving apartments, to another country, in another world, because, being without Shawn was what it felt like to be alone.

If the friendship was ruined, it was already ruined because normal friends don’t casually do this in their kitchens. If she had chance to feel his love, she deserved to, as did he. Her mind raced with thoughts of these, a small laugh escaping her lips at how she’d found herself in this completely ridiculous situation, as she spoke words she never thought she'd be saying to the pretty Canadian boy staring into her soul, “Pick me the fuck up.”

#Shawn mendes #Shawn mendes imagine #Shawn Mendes fic #Shawn mendes blurb #Shawn mendes oneshot #Shawn mendes smut

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goat-mama-breezie · 3 years

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Soooo I wrote this at like 1 am cos I needed some serotonin so this monstrosity came to be. It’s a quick little Kaeya x OC so yeah maybe some of you will enjoy it 🤷‍♀️

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“Yanno, Mond is filled with pretty people.” Fin spoke with a slight slur from her perch on the back of the Calvary Captain. The night so far had been filled with idle chatter, much to the dismay of Diluc who was in charge of running the bar at Angle’s Share that night.

“Really?” Kaeya asked with a small grin, his steps echoed softly against the walls of the city of freedom. He took the long route back to Fin’s quarters, eager to see more of the white haired maiden’s drunk persona. She had only had two small glasses of dandelion wine(it should’ve just been one), but Fin was a lightweight and Kaeya found it hilarious. “Have any examples?”

A soft hum could be heard from the girl before releasing her hold from around Kaeya’s neck to count on her fingers. “Well, there’s Diluc, Jean, Lisa...My sister Lucia is really pretty! Oh! And you! You’re super pretty” Fin paused briefly, not noticing the cocky smirk resting in Kaeya’s face.

“But do you know who the prettiest of all is?” She didn’t even give the man a chance to speak before she answered for him. “Kaeya, Calvary Captain of the Knights of Favonius,” she said, impersonating the blue haired man as best she could in her state, which was really just Fin sounding as manly as she could before breaking down into a fit of giggles.

Kaeya’s breath hitched slightly, glancing over his shoulder to look at the girl resting on his back with a raised brow before returning his gaze to the path ahead of him, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

“But don’t tell him though!” Fin spoke quickly. “That’s my little secret.”

Kaeya’s chest was filled with pride. Oh, he would so tease her for this later. He chuckled again before he spoke. “That’s very flattering, doll, but I think you’re the prettiest in all of Mondstadt,” he flirted shamelessly, curious to see what kind of reaction he’d get from the girl. The one he got was not what he was expecting.

Fin let out a snort loud enough to put wild boars to shame.

“There’s no way I’m prettier than sir Kaeya! He’s the prettiest there is and you can’t change my mind!” She huffed and crossed her arms around her escorts neck. An amused sigh slipped past Kaeya’s lips as he continued on.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he teased.

A few moments of silence passed as they enjoyed the crisp night air and Fin had busied her fingers playing with Kaeya’s fluffy...thing. Said silence was only broken by a soft sigh from Fin. “Everything alright back there, doll?” A piece of her icy white hair fell over Kaeya’s shoulder when she rested her head there.

“Just thinkin...do...do you think he means the things he says?”

They were beneath the Barbatos statue now. How Kaeya got here, he’s not exactly sure. He knew he’d get to his destination eventually, not caring how he got there, so he decided to just enjoy the moment while he had it.

“Hmm?” Fin’s fingers ceased their movement against Kaeya’s clothing, her mood visibly changing.

“Well, he keeps flirting with me and it actually made me really happy. He makes me smile and laugh and have fun.” Her words were slurred and slow by now, but Kaeya could still understand what she said. “I really thought that he liked me, you know? But I realized he flirts with everybody like that too, so I dunno if he actually means any of it.” Kaeya hummed in response. “It’s really frustrating.” He had a hunch about who Fin spoke of, but he needed to know for sure, so he did what Kaeya does best and pressed on.

“And who is this?”

“Sir Kaeya,” Fin said with a dreamy sigh. Again, the man hummed in response. He was right.

“And what do you think of him?” A rather large yawn erupted from the girl’s mouth, the drowsiness catching up to her quickly.

“I already told you. He’s the prettiest. And he’s actually really nice even if people think he’s shady. I like him a lot.” Fin nestled her head into the fur draped on Kaeya’s back, another yawn escaping her lips. Her minty eyes closed as she swayed with Kaeya’s steps.

He had almost stopped in his tracks at her words. Yes, she was drunk, but the Captain did not expect such a straightforward answer from the girl. He couldn’t wait to see if she remembered any of this conversation in the morning

“Interesting.” He regained his previous walk speed on his route to take Fin home. He knew the poor girl needed her sleep, but given his nature, he couldn’t help but to tease her. “I’ll be sure to tell him the next time I see him.”

“Noooo...issa secret,” Fin muttered into Kaeya’s back before drifting off into dreamland. Another chuckle left his lips when he realized she had fallen asleep. The tease was already running through scenarios of bringing this up to her through his head. Her flustered expression was one of his favorites.

Once Kaeya had reached Fin’s home, he brought her inside and gently laid her in her bed. When he returned with a glass of water from the kitchen, he had to just stare the the girl.

She had already snuggled up to her blanket and pillows and somehow kicked her shoes off in the process. The moonlight perfectly filtered through her bedroom window, casting a soft glow upon Fin’s face. Kaeya observed in awe as her chest rose and fell with her gentle breathing; her hair was messily covering bits of her face. He took in every feature silently, internally labeling her sleeping face as one of his new favorite expressions.

With a slow inhale, Kaeya set the glass on her bedside table for her, a soft smile gracing his features. He had made a decision.

Leaning down, he moved a strand of hair from covering her face before pressing a soft kiss to her crown.

“Goodnight, Angel. Your secret is safe with me.”

#kaeya x oc #kaeya imagines #kaeya alberich #genshin impact oc #genshin impact #don’t judge me I wrote this at one am I know it’s bad

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shizuumi151 · 7 years

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FIC: studying, summer, anger

kiribaku week 2017: day 1

If Kirishima had also flunked maths from the exams, the resits were the week before the summer holidays, and Bakugou's pride made him a better tutor

AO3

“Bakugou,” Kirishima started, paused. Side-eyed in some discomfort. “I dunno if this is a good idea…”

“Hah?” Bakugou barked. His voice had that rough, rugged quality to it. With just that sharp word, that sharp squint, his whole aura screamed manly as usual. “You think I can’t tutor you properly, huh? S’that it?!”

“Well, kinda.” He shrugged, laughing mildly when Bakugou actually growled at him, bloodshot glare zeroing in. “I mean, not that you didn’t try, but before the exams at the library, I really didn’t get what you were saying, dude,” he explained. He pulled at the white headband he tied around his forehead. “You solved those problems like it was nothing.”

“Because they were nothing,” Bakugou sneered. “Less than nothing.”

“Yeah, and I’m happy it comes so easily to you, bro,” Kirishima said, smiling at him through the sudden urge to cry. “But I didn’t get any of that. You breezed through the questions so quick I didn’t actually learn anything.”

“…So is that why”—Bakugou leaned forward in his cross-legged sit, hands on knees—“you were goin’ ‘round“—He bared teeth—”sayin’ I was a shit teacher?!”

“I didn’t go around saying that! And I didn’t say that!” Kirishima raised his hands. Ready to harden just in case. “I mean, Denki and Sero were just asking about it and I said—”

“—That I was shit.”

“—that it could’ve gone better,” he finished lamely. He sighed, rubbing his arm. He picked up a dumbbell and started curling. “Besides, why’re you worked up about it any—”

“I’ll fuckin’ tell you why, you goddamn hair-for-brains,” Bakugou said, his jaw tight. “I’m not gonna sit around when your dumb ass goes around saying I couldn’t teach you jack.” He clenched his fist with a widening grin, a wildfire in his eyes. “I’m gonna tutor you so damn well that those fuckers’ll line up to get schooled by me! And then they can all go fuck off!”

“And there he is, old-school Bakugou…”

Kirishima sighed through Bakugou’s cackling. Though it was a bit ominous, Kirishima still thought to himself how fitting Bakugou’s brazen laughter fitted with the manly decor in his room. Assertive. Powerful. Loud.

Admittedly, the way that Bakugou seemed to always put a little blood lust into his every pursuit was a little concerning. But Kirishima couldn’t help but think how cool it was, being so hot-blooded and fired up in whatever he set out to do. Plus, as confusing as the situation was, in the end he was grateful that Bakugou would head up tutoring him again despite last time. Even if his heart was in a questionable place.

“Alright, Blasty, I’ll bite,” Kirishima said. He set down his dumbbell, laced his fingers, and stretched them out in front then over his head. “I’ll let you try tutoring me again. But I actually wanna learn something this time!” He grimaced at the thought of his upcoming exam, then groaned into his hands. “I need to resit maths and I really can’t do all this trig or calculus stuff!”

“Yeah, and you won’t if y’don’t quit your bitchin‘,“ Bakugou scoffed. He stood from the bed, dragging over the chair he’d brought from his room next to Kirishima’s. ”Break out your textbook and get a pencil. We’re goin’ from the ground up on this shit.”

“T-The ground up?!” Kirishima’s brows arched into a bridge, even as he pulled out his books and pencil case. “Dude, do we even have time for that? I barely got anything from class from the past month!”

“If you can’t solve trig equations that means you’re weak in the basics,” Bakugou declared, definitively prodding the textbook cover. “And you’re sure as hell not gonna go sprinting when you can barely get on your own damn feet in the first place.”

Kirishima blinked. “Uh, I guess so.”

“You guess shit, hair-for-brains,” Bakugou grunted, more out of reflex than from annoyance. He pulled out note paper from his pocket and unfolded it, a few equations already scrawled on it. “Here. Do this, and I’ll see specifically what you suck shit at. If you don’t know one just skip it and move on to the next one.”

Kirishima looked at the creases of the paper, prepared in advance just for him. He exhaled with puffed cheeks, tapping his fists together to centre himself.

“Alright, man.” Kirishima picked up his pencil. Sweat beaded at his hairline. “You’re the boss.”

In three minutes Kirishima put down his pencil, head on the table and his hands shielding the back of it.

“Fuuuuck, I don’t know anything…” he moaned. Bakugou was skimming over his answers, humming in agreement. Out of five questions he skipped two and half-did three. “Bakugou, I’m so screwed…!”

“Shut the fuck up you aren’t,” he muttered.

Kirishima blinked out of his despair, wondering how Bakugou strung together aggression and encouragement so effortlessly.

He sat up straighter to look at Bakugou, who looked considerably more calm than usual. Instead of screaming bloody murder, his face rested with lips in a gentle pout, brows nearly touching. At this angle, with a summer sun passing through and lighting up his features and explosive hair white-gold, Bakugou Katsuki cut a fine, fit figure. Slightly slouched, foot up on his chair, hand lazily scratching at his midriff beneath his slim black tank.

“Looks like you do need to go from the ground up,” Bakugou decided in a sniff. He set down the paper again. “How the fuck did you even do the exercises if you forgot the basic formulas, dipshit…” he muttered to himself.

He swiped a red pen from his pocket, biting it and pulling so the cap stayed between his teeth when he slotted it onto the butt of the pen. Kirishima stared at the smoothness of the action, how his arms moved and flexed just ever so slightly with the motions, the glossy pen cap between his shiny teeth, pink gums and thin lips. His red eyes slid to him razor sharp, thinning to slits.

“The hell’re you starin’ at, Kirishima?” he spat, just as the pen slid from his lips.

“N-Nothing, dude,” He turned away fast, scratching his nose. Fixated very pointedly on his textbook, still unopened. “So what should we—I, do now for revision?”

He had opened his mouth, but his throat had closed, all prickly and overly-warm before he swallowed. Kirishima could feel his Adam’s apple bob, Bakugou’s squint digging into the side of his skull.

Kirishima didn’t know long this had been the status quo. When exactly his building admiration and fondness for his brash, brazen friend had spilled into attraction. Always in the background, ambient noise, rearing its head at the most inexplicable times when they were alone and Kirishima could do nothing but bear the full brunt of his affection for Bakugou Katsuki, never too dissimilar from staring down an oncoming train.

And for all his casual doubt-turned-acceptance about Bakugou tutoring him, his heart pumped like he’d finished his daily reps already.

But he steeled himself, gathering the courage to overcome his own nerves and look Bakugou in the eyes.

He did so. How Bakugou’s eyes pierced through to his brain didn’t intimidate him like it would a lesser man. Rather it made his heart rate pick up at just how fiery red they were, glowing in the sunlight like that.

“What the hell’s got your panties in a twist, huh?” Bakugou said, tapping his pen impatiently. He rested his cheek against his fist, which made it slightly pudgy, pushed up his bottom eyelid a bit, and Kirishima really couldn’t handle himself any longer. “Swear to god, if you’re thinking some other dumb shit while you have to resit before the damn summer holidays, I will light your ass on—”

“After I take the resit,” Kirishima blurted out. At the widening of Bakugou’s eyes, slight parting of his lips, he plucked up his courage, snowballing, a makeshift slapdash stroke of brilliance egging him onward. “You wanna go on a date?”

Kirishima’s chest swelled with air and heat and a jumbling mess. He could hear the birds and the wind outside his window behind him. He saw Bakugou goggle at him, that perpetual crease between his brow faded, the slight peek of his upper teeth behind his slack mouth.

His red pen slipped from his fingers. Time resumed from there.

“That was a—” Kirishima gulped, again. Tightened his grip against his sweatpants at his thigh. “An idea I had.”

Watched Bakugou’s expression change, slow motion, into disbelief, confusion, borderline rage from perhaps a cocktail of the former two feelings.

Kirishima, absolutely struck by his fascination, only made a small noise of surprise when Bakugou fisted the collar of his shirt and yanked him close.

With a white snarl and a flared nose, Kirishima could see everything. High definition, hyper-aware. The shine of his explosive hair, the fine hairs at the edges of his face lit by the sun, his chapped lips, wobbling with emotion. A smattering of red crawled across his cheeks at an alarming rate, and Kirishima’s jackrabbit heart absolutely bruised his chest.

“What,” the word burst from Bakugou’s mouth like he’d shot it from his palm. “the everliving fuck, you shitstain?!” he roared, shaking him. Kirishima winced from the volume rather than the shaking. “You think this is a fucking joke?! I’ll kill your ass!”

“I know, it’s sudden. And out of nowhere,” Kirishima said, before biting his own lip because that was the same thing just a different way of saying it. “But I mean it,” he promised. Kirishima looked at him head-on as he confessed, “I really like you, Bakugou.”

He didn’t know if his conviction had properly gotten through, but the way that Bakugou’s tight features suddenly unwound, jerkily relaxed, surprised and confused and all over again. His grip loosened from lethal to vice-like, and Kirishima put his hardening quirk on hold.

“If you’re not cool with it, I’ll back off,” he reassured. When did his mouth go so hollow and dry? “But I’m serious about liking you and, and wanting to go out with you. If you don’t wanna, I mean”—His focus started to dart, his mouth couldn’t stop moving—“if you want space or time or turn me down, that’s all fine. I just wanted to let you know how I feel because it’s been on my mind for a long—or a bit, of a while, and I thought—”

“Shut, shut up for a second,” Bakugou shook his head. Facing down, processing, eyes screwed shut.

Taking in a long breath, he looked up at Kirishima. Who’d obeyed him, though with his mouth still slack, and Bakugou’s lips flattened into a straight line, a lost look still swimming in his eyes. He looked aside with a hand over his mouth, his other hand still wrapped tight in Kirishima’s collar.

“…Are you…” Kirishima mumbled. Glancing between Bakugou’s face and his fist. “Gonna let go, or—”

“You don’t—you think you caught me off-guard like that?” Bakugou challenged, teeth grit, a desperate chuckle puttering from his lips. “Huh? You think you can just—get the better of me, surprise me like that and make me feel like a,” he stopped. Blinked fast. “Like a damn idiot, huh? Is that what you were planning, you, you shit?”

Kirishima stared, eyes wide at him. The lack of outright rejection was the biggest thing Kirishima’s racing brain latched onto. Bakugou was still frowning, still red, not quite looking at Kirishima. His frowning, pouty mouth trembled a bit, and Kirishima despite himself felt so smitten.

“Well, I feel like a total idiot when I’m around you, man,” he admitted, words coming from his brain to his mouth so easily. Bakugou’s gaze snapped fast to his, and daring swelled his ribcage again. “So hearing that makes me kinda happy, honestly.”

He caught Bakugou’s choke, his grip wrenching at his collar again, and Kirishima could only smile. Bakugou glared that squinty-glare at him again, the threat greatly lessened by that mesmerising red splotching his cheeks. He watched Bakugou studying him now, gauging him like a opponent in the ring, and Kirishima just wondered how he could still be so manly when he was receiving a confession as slipshod as his.

“…You can ask me again,” Bakugou decided after an age. His fist relaxed from Kirishima’s collar. “Only after you get a hundred on your test.”

Kirishima’s eyes bugged out.

“A hundred?!”

“Yeah, a hundred, y’deaf piece of shit!” Bakugou yelled. Then barked in triumph. “Yeah, that’s right! You only get to hear your answer if you ace your maths exam!” He crossed his arms, sneering smugly, upturning his nose at him. “Think you can measure up, fuckin’ hair-for-brains?!”

Kirishima watched him hand down the terms like a king relaying orders to his peasants, frame broad and imposing, looking so self-satisfied. That spray of red still lingering pink on his cheeks.

Kirishima was so far gone for him.

“You better get your answer ready, Blasty McSplode,” Kirishima warned, a sharp grin overtaking his own lips. “’Cause a man always measures up to the challenge!”

“Then you better pick up your pencil and fuckin’ get ready,” Bakugou grabbed his textbook, slamming it open to the right page. A wicked smile split his face. “‘Cause if you think I’m letting you off easy, you are dead fuckin’ wrong. S’that clear?!”

“Yes, sir!”

A clock ticked.

Students were scattered around the desks of Classroom 1-A, fidgeting quietly, the room sun-bright and silent. Aizawa leaned back on his desk at the front, arms crossed, scanning the room. Light sounds of pens scratching paper peppered the air.

Kirishima bounced his leg, worried his lip between his teeth, rolled his pen between his fingers. He glanced at the formulas that he’d memorised and wrote on scratch paper as soon as the test had started.

The summer light hit his desk, making the desk glow, the red shell of his pen gleam. At the unbidden thought of Bakugou’s hair, lit red eyes, he hurriedly jotted down the numbers rushing through his brain in chicken scratch.

After the last class before summer vacation, UA shook with the whoops of rowdy students. Some students lingered while packing, discussing plans for the long-awaited holidays. People who took make-ups stayed behind to collect their test results. Bakugou had left as soon as the bell rang.

“Here’re your test results back,” Aizawa droned, handing papers back to Ashido, Kaminari, Rikido, and Kirishima. “Safe to say that none of you need to stay back for summer school,” he said, mouth hiding behind his scarf before he pocketed his hands again. “Enjoy your vacation.”

Aizawa promptly turned and left as the students celebrated their results. Only Kirishima was still tense in the room, jaw stiff, eyes unblinking, hurriedly turning over his paper.

“Yes! Man, I would’ve been so bummed if we had to miss out on the break because of this,” Kaminari sighed in relief. He elbowed Kirishima next to him good-naturedly. “Hey dude, what’d you get? I got 76 somehow, but I don’t—”

He looked over, trailing off when Kirishima’s stared gobsmacked at his paper, hands trembling like he was handling the holy grail.

“Ho…” Kirishima blinked fast. A breathless laugh left his lips. “Holy crap…!”

“Yo, Kirishima,” Kaminari cocked his head, quirking a brow. “Is something the—Oi, wait, where’re you going?!”

“Can’t talk gotta go catch you later bye!”

Kirishima scooped up his bag and ran out of the room for his life. His footsteps echoed down the corridor like rainfall.

Kirishima was sprinting up the stairs. Air scraped along his throat, jumping three steps at a time, as fast as his legs could take him, paper clutched in his palms that had long started sweating. By the time he was at Bakugou’s door, knocking thrice fast, he could only feel his panting breath and thudding heart as the door clicked open. At the first peek of that explosive hair, Kirishima felt like he’d never stopped running.

“This better be good, shitty—”

Bakugou abruptly stopped when Kirishima thrust his paper an inch away from his face. A red, fat 100 stared him in the face.

“Bakugou.” Kirishima lowered the paper again. Fists by his side, half unzipped bag sliding lopsided to his elbow. A tuft of hair flopped onto his forehead, and he took a large, shuddery breath. “Will you go out with me?”

Bakugou regarded him with his neutral-pissed expression. Leaned against his door frame, arms crossing over the printed skull on his shirt. Kirishima watched him with bated breath.

“Sure,” he said after the longest second of Kirishima’s life. He looked aside, frowny pouty, and Kirishima wanted to yodel away the euphoria bursting inside him. “Got an idea for a date or something?”

“I was thinking ramen then grabbing some ice cream after,” Kirishima said, cheeks aching from his boundless smile. “Sound good to you?”

“Yeah, sounds—Sounds nice.” Bakugou chewed on his lip, rubbing his nape. He looked so out of his element and manly while doing it. “God, fuckin’—wipe that dumbass smile off your face! Y’think you’re hot shit or somethin’?!”

“I feel like it,” Kirishima admitted. At Bakugou’s angry confusion softening to pissed confusion, he smiled wider. “I think you’re the best thing that’s happened to me all year.”

Bakugou stared at him, jaw malfunctioning. Then he scoffed hard, crossed his arms again, the corners of his mouth twitching in an unfamiliar and exciting way.

“Damn fuckin’ straight,” he declared with a weak laugh, still looking aside. Kirishima took a step forward. “I’m the best damn thing that’s ever happened to—”

He kissed Bakugou on the cheek, and an explosion immediately shook the room.

Bakugou whirled on Kirishima in a fighting stance.

“Fuck, you, motherfucking dipshit, what the fuck, why the fuck,” Bakugou babbled, seething. Fists steaming, face beet red.

A hardened Kirishima was clutching his stomach in laughter, and Bakugou looked ready to tackle him when he released his quirk. He’d had his quirk prepared in case Bakugou didn’t react well, but the fact that his palms had gone off the moment his lips brushed against his (soft, warm) cheek just set Kirishima’s heart alight and singing.

“I’m, I’m sorry if I surprised you,” Kirishima apologised between breaths. He gave a cheeky grin, raising a brow. “Were you that nervous, Blasty?”

Riding the high of his laughter, he didn’t see Bakugou shoot his hand out to his shirt and all but throw Kirishima into his room and slam the door. After a moment of seeing stars, Kirishima felt a wall at his back, a grip at his nape, and saw Bakugou backlit by the balmy summer light, arm planted beside Kirishima’s head.

“Baku—mm—!”

A soft warmth pressed hard against Kirishima’s lips, his wide, wide eyes were level with Bakugou’s long lashes, and a tongue slipped hot and wet between his mouth and Kirishima’s higher processing shut down in a groan, eyes fluttering shut. He grabbed at Bakugou’s waist and neck, eyes scrunched shut as Bakugou kissed the life out of him with tongue and he kissed back with equal fervour, lips going wet, sloppy, teeth bumping, blood heating. He tasted spicy and smoky and it felt like Bakugou lit Kirishima into a bonfire with all his senses burning. He could hear sparks going off by his ear, the hand above his head, and he tilted his head to kiss Bakugou’s mouth better.

Just as Bakugou’s knee hit the wall between his legs, just as Kirishima tugged at Bakugou’s bottom lip with his teeth and drew out most breathy, short and arousing noise he’d ever heard, Bakugou plucked away with a hard gasp, panting open-mouthed an inch away from him, eyes half-lidded. Kirishima had no words, couldn’t have, as he settled with licking Bakugou from his lips.

“Know this…Kirishima,” Bakugou huffed, swallowing. He loomed closer. “I will never, ever, go easy on you.”

Kirishima slowly shook his head, biting his lip. He could feel his cheeks blush in twin radiators but he couldn’t care.

“You’d better not.”

Bakugou smirked at him through a full blush, ordered him to get changed, and Kirishima prepared for the best summer of his life so far.

#kiribaku #bakushima #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #krbkweek #bnha #drabble #if you're on mobile and had to scroll past this for days i sincerely apologise #i couldn't think of a title so just the words of the prompt it was !

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Of Jewelry and Misunderstandings

"You know, Natsu and Lucy went out on a date today."

No. Why would Laxus ever know that? Or care?

"Uh-huh."

"Well, I think of it as a date," Mira went on as she walked around his living room, picking up some. Somehow, he always managed to not do that. Like ever. "I mean, sure, Happy's going. And Gray. And Erza. And Lisanna. And I think Levy was tagging along too, but only because she was headed that way anyhow-"

"Uh-huh."

"But it's still definitely a date," Mira finished before glancing over at where he was stretched out on the couch, staring blankly up at the ceiling above him. "Don't you think, Lax?"

"Uh-huh."

"Of course," she kept going, because the demon always kept going, she had no off switch. "Sometimes I also like the thought of Lucy with Gray better. I mean, they're just so cute! He's always shirtless and she's always…not. It works, Lax."

"Uh-huh."

"But then Natsu, well, there's just something there, you know?"

No.

"Uh-huh."

"Any woman would be lucky to have him."

"Any woman?" he asked as, when she passed the couch, he reached out to grab her arm and hold her there. With a grin, Mirajane shook her head.

"You know what I mean."

"No, I don't."

"Not me, Lax," she said, allowing herself to be pulled down onto the couch with him. "Like…Lisanna for example."

"Mmmm."

"Or Erza. Have I ever told you about how I kinda can picture that?"

"Yes," he sighed. "Many times."

"Well, it's true. Natsu can basically be with anyone and it would work. Lucy too. They're interchangeable."

"Then why," he asked as she settled atop him, "would you waste them togheter?"

"I dunno," she admitted. "I just think they're cute. Don't you think they're cute? And I mean, the two of us are interchangeable, huh?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Lax, I could place you with tons of people."

"People?"

"Sure. Lucy-"

"What?"

"Cana-"

"No thanks."

"Freed-"

"Now you're just playing with me."

She giggled. "And I could be with tons of people too. I-"

"No."

"No?"

"No," he said with a definite tone then that made her smile, staring at him. Shifting on the couch, he held her close as he said, "We don't belong with others, demon. We belong together."

"Oh, dragon."

"It's the truth. There is no changing. For the Salamander and Lucy, fine, but me and you? Someone'd have to be crazy not to see that. Not to get that. And to think that anything could ever stand between that."

When she leaned up to kiss him, she stopped for a moment, taking a sniff. "You smell really good, dragon."

Of course he did. He'd spent an hour, at least, preparing for her arrival.

"Oy, boss," Bickslow had complained earlier that day as he sat around, watching the man get ready. "Where are you and your lady goin', huh? That you gotta get all fancy?"

"We're not going anywhere," he grumbled from the bathroom. It was right off the living room and, as he rarely had any shame, he'd left the door opened while he got ready. He was having a conversation anyways. "I do this whenever I plan on seein' my demon. She likes me spiffy."

"Spiffy, huh?" Elfman remarked from where he too was in the living room. "I always struck Mira as, I dunno, liking her guys manly."

Freed was there too, actually in the bathroom, helping decide on which cologne to go with that night. To his idol, he whispered, "Why is he here again?"

"The demon's orders," Laxus grumbled in response. "I gotta hang out with him twice a week."

"And if you don't?"

"Then I don't get the demon's little twice a week present."

Freed blinked. "She buys you things, I take it?"

"Oh, she does a lot more than buys me things."

"I don't-"

"Just drop it," he growled then, figuring the other guy was purposely trying to misdirect him. "And pick one already. Which smells better?"

"Well, what are the two of you doing today?"

"Hmmm. Probably laying around the apartment, having her cook me something, and then screwing or something. Why? Does that affect anything?"

"No," he said as he handed the guy one of the cologne bottles. "I was just trying to figure out if I was going to be allowed to stay or-"

"No, Freed," he grumbled. "You and Bickslow are going out together, I thought."

"If we have to-"

"We have to," Bickslow called from the other room. "I'm feelin' frisky! Let's get risky!"

"Frisky," his dolls that roamed around sang. "Risky."

"Yeah, you're taking him the hell out of my apartment soon," Laxus said, glaring out the doorway and over at the couch. "You idiot."

"Oy, boss, you're hurting my feelin's! I-"

"Not you," he growled at Bickslow. "Him."

Craning his neck, Freed glanced out there to. "Um…Elfman?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are you…stealing things from Laxus?"

"Of course not," he grumbled from where he was, over at the man's coffee table, shoving something in his pocket. "Men don't steal!"

"Then what are you-"

"It's Ever's," he said as Laxus just glared over at him.

"What is it?" he asked. "And Bickslow, he's takin' shit from my place right in front of you. The hell are you doin'?"

"Uh, boss, I'm tryin' to rest a bit before I get out there and get frisky, yeah? So maybe you can stop putting so much pressure on me-"

"Look you little helmet wearing freak-"

"It's a ring," Elfman told them all then. "She said she took it off for…for… Hey!"

"What?" Bickslow asked, cuddling back into the couch as the man suddenly got irate. "What's wrong?"

"Why," the muscular growled as he headed over to the open bathroom door, "did Ever take her ring off in your apartment, Laxus?"

"I don't know! Why would I know?"

"I am confused," Freed said slowly. "It is not a wedding ring. Just a regular ring, yes? So why would it matter where she took it off?"

"Because," he went on, "it…she… She shouldn't be taking anything off! Not here! Not with you!"

"Sheesh, I agree with you," Laxus complained before spritzing his neck. The demon liked when he smelled delicious. And he wanted to be good enough to eat. Or maybe just taste. "I've seen all of Ever that I need to, thanks. I am also very happy with the demon so-"

"You're sleeping with my sister and my girlfriend?"

"When did I say that?"

"You said it with your eyes!"

"We're not even facing one another!"

"We don't need to be!"

"For you to see my eyes? Damn straight we do!"

"You're all yelling," Bickslow complained from the living room. "While I'm trying to rest."

"Bickslow," Laxus growled then. "You are not getting frisky. At all. With anyone. Never. Not gonna happen. So get the hell over it and shut the hell up!"

"Oy, boss. That hurts."

Freed just shook his head. "Laxus, if we are going to style your hair before Mirajane shows up-"

"I have styled it!"

The other man just gave him a look. "And you're expecting something out of her tonight with…whatever it is you've done with your hair?"

"I'm trying a new look, okay?"

"And that involves…what now?"

Laxus sent the man a glare. "It's kinda, you know, a spiky, weird-"

"No." Elfman lost his edge for the moment. "It just looks like bed head."

"It's supposed to! It's messy, but not too messy-"

"It's just bad," Freed told him. "Let me-"

"No! It's my hair! And it's my apartment! And Ever's my friend, Elfman. So if I want her to strip, damn it, she will."

"What?" Bickslow was back into the conversation then. "You've been sleeping with Ever behind our backs? Freed, I'm so hurt for you. How could she do this to us?"

"He is clearly being facetious, Bick- What do you mean you feel sorry for me?"

"Well."

"Well what?"

"Well."

"What-"

"Just well, Freed!"

"I need you all out of here," Laxus said with a long sigh then. "Now. Right now. All of you. Bye, Freed. Bye, Bickslow. And Elfman, tell your damn girlfriend not to leave shit here if she can't come get it for herself."

"She won't be back here anyhow!"

"Oh, I bet she will."

"I bet she won't."

"I bet she-"

"And I bet when I tell Mirajane that you just said that you have Ever strip over here-"

"I wasn't serious! And do men go tell their sisters when-"

"No! And I was just betting. I'm not telling her. I can handle you myself!"

"Oh, you can? Really, Elfboy, you can handle this? Huh? Because I bet you can't. And I bet when I send your ass home in bandages, your precious little Ever-"

"Laxus?"

"What, Freed?" he growled, glaring over at him then.

Sheepishly, he reminded, "You're speaking to the younger brother of the woman that you're having over tonight. Just to remind you."

He had to take a moment too, to compose himself, before saying simply, "I'm not talking to anyone anymore. All of you, out."

"What? You need me to-"

"Boss-"

"We're not finished-"

"You, Elfman, before I wring your thick neck," he growled, "and you, Bickslow, before I put you in an eternal rest. And, Freed, just…stop trying to make me over! It won't work! I like my hair this way. Your help is no help at all. Just go!"

"Oy, boss, cut deep why don't you?"

"Men don't have meltdowns, you know!"

"I will go, Laxus, but honestly, do something about your hair. If only for your benefit."

"Just get out!"

And he had to cool down again, after they left. Then, when he took a second glance in the mirror, he saw just how bad his hair was and had to try again. Sigh. Those stupid…guys. Friends. Whatever they were to him. Stalkers was probably closer. For Freed and Bickslow. Constant annoyance was more Elfman's angle.

That felt like forever ago then though. At the moment, he had the demon all snuggled up real nice to him and she was sniffing him and damn if he hadn't made the right cologne choice.

"Thanks, demon," he said as she kissed his neck. "You know, I do all this for you. Always for you. I love you."

"Aw."

"You know what else I did? Just for you?"

"What?"

"In the kitchen," he began.

"Yeah? What?"

"I bought some chicken for you to fry up for dinner for us."

For some reason, she didn't seem all that excited by that.

"Is that it?"

"Of course not. What do you take me for, demon?"

"Oh." She giggled. "What else did you buy me then?"

"There's some vegetables in there too for you to cook." He held up an arm and flex. "This ain't all just meat, babe, that made this. It- What's wrong?"

She just stared at him with a crumbled face. "You said that you got me something, but all it was were things to make for you. You got my hopes all up, Lax, and then-"

"Oh, demon, don't cry." He gave her a grin before shifting. "I bought you something. Right over here. Sat it right next to the couch. On the table. And…it's not under this magazine…or by this cup…or…uh…"

"Laxus-"

"Fuck!"

"Laxus! No cursing!"

He couldn't help it. That stupid little-

"Your brother stole your gift!"

"What?"

"Yeah." Laxus gently shoved her off before moving to stand and look over the coffee table. "That stupid-"

"How did he-"

"He said that Ever left a ring or something over here," he grumbled as he checked the table, just in case. "I figured the dope would have realized that if she did, it wouldn't be in a fucking box, but apparently-"

"You bought me jewelry?"

"I bought you a ring, dummy."

"Laxus!"

Growling, he got out, "I'm sorry, demon, but I'm a little-"

"Frazzled?"

"…Sure. The point is that your brother has your engagement ring and-"

"My brother has my what?"

"Your ring! Your-"

She was standing there next to him too then, eyes wide. "Y-You bought me an engagement-"

"What other type of ring does a man buy for a woman," he growled, turning to face her. When he saw the look on her face, he just reached out to grab her face in his hands and press a kiss to her forehead. "You sexy little demon. And look, I would love to go over this in full-"

"Wait, you were going to propose just now?" She didn't sound as enthused, some of the thrill dying down. "After just asking me to make you dinner?"

"Uh, yeah. I mean, I was thinking maybe after dinner or sex or something, but-"

"You didn't…plan something? Or-"

"Plan? Demon, I bought a freaking ring. What more do you want from me?"

"Did you even tell anyone? Or talk about it? With your friends?"

"Heck no! Bickslow would have spoiled it, Ever would have hated it, and Freed would have tried to have you killed."

"He would have what?"

"Mira-"

Pushing that from her mind, she said, "I just think that you could have put some thought into-"

"Look." He patted her on the head. "I would love to discuss all this silly little thoughts in your head right now-"

"They're not silly! You should take time and plan a proposal, not just-"

"But," he went on, "I got a ring to track down."

Then he leaned down to nuzzle her head before turning to walk off.

"Laxus-"

"You stay here. I got-"

"Laxus, are you in there?"

A sudden knock at the door startled them both. Laxus just frowned.

"That sounds like Ever," Mirajane whispered. "And she sounds excited."

He paled. "You don't think-"

"I have something to show you!"

"Laxus, that woman has my ring."

"Yeah, I gathered that, demon."

"Well, get it back!"

"Gah, demon, you're about to not get it. Not even an I do yet and already you're nagging."

"Laxus-"

"I'm goiin', I'm goin'."

When he opened the door, it was to be practically tackled by Evergreen.

"What is your prob-"

"Elfman proposed to me!"

"Why the hell would you be happy about that? I'd run to the hills."

Elfman, who was behind them, just forced his way into the apartment before going over to his glaring sister.

"I messed up," he whispered.

"I know."

"No, Mira, you don't. I didn't, like, do this without telling you first if that's why you're-"

"It's not."

"Then what-"

"Mira, look!" Ever was finished with the clearly critical Laxus and headed over to her, holding out her hand. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Mirajane just stared at the ring though, mainly the diamond, hardly able to speak. "Oh. It's…amazing. Let me-"

"Yeah," Ever sighed, still showing it off. "But the band is a bit big. It's like Elf thought I had huge fingers or something."

Mirajane blinked. Then she glared at the other woman. "I'm sure that is not what he thought."

"I think it is. I mean, why else would he-"

"Elfman." Laxus didn't feel like getting in between the women at the moment. "Can I speak with-"

"Yes, please, let's talk!"

Laxus' glare was full of malice as they rushed off to the kitchen.

"What the hell, Elfman? You-"

"How come you didn't tell me you were proposing to Mirajane? You have to ask another man before you ask his sister to marry you. It's a thing!"

"It is not a thing," he hissed.

"It is too."

"It is not."

"Is too."

"Is-"

"And now," Elfman went on, voice low, but dark, "Ever thinks that I'm-"

"I know."

"And I'm not!"

"I know."

"I can't get married."

"I know."

"I- Wait. Why do you know that?"

"Because, Elfboy, I know that you're not good enough to marry Evergreen. You-"

"How dare you?"

"Very easily!"

"Just for that, I'm marrying her!"

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"Elfman-"

"I'm doing it!"

"Fine! I don't care! Not really!"

"Great!"

"Super! But you're not doing it with my damn ring."

"Watch me."

"Elfboy- You get back here!"

He was heading back into the living room then and, without much of a choice, Laxus headed after him.

"Hey, Ever," Elfman greeted as she grinned up at him. Laxus would admit, he'd never seen her so happy to see him before. "Me and Laxus just talked about it and, guess what?"

"What?"

"He wants to be my best man."

"No way!"

No, really, no way. Sigh. Laxus had to hand it to the lout; he wasn't as stupid as he appeared. He knew saying it in front of Evergreen cemented it in there. Gah! First he hijacked his ring, now he was punishing him too?

Since when did Elfman get the upper hand anyhow?

Now, sure, Laxus knew that he could easily burst Ever's happy little bubbles, but…even though he tried hard to hide it, he did love the Thunder Legion. They were his people. His most loyal followers (in Laxus' mind, everyone else was just a regular follower who didn't realize they were following him just yet). He couldn't hurt her.

"Demon." He went to grab her arm and pull her away from the other couple. She was still shooting daggers at Ever though. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, "We have a problem."

"Yeah, I know. She's wearing my-"

"Not that," he said, making her glance up at her. "Look, your brother is mad at me and... What if I just buy you a new ring? Huh? You can even pick it out. Any one you want. Within reason, I mean, but-"

"No, Laxus. That is my ring and I want it!"

"Mira-"

"Ever," she called over to the other woman then, gaze still icy. She didn't want to come right out and ruin the moment or anything, but hell, she was going to have to do something. "How did Elfman…you know, propose?"

"It was so cute." She didn't sound like herself, at all, and it made Laxus wanna puke. "He pretended like he got the necklace that I left over at Laxus' for me and then just gave me this black box that was obviously a ring box and I-"

"A necklace." Laxus couldn't help it. "You were over here and you didn't get a necklace, Elfboy, you got-"

"You keep quiet, you filthy dragon!"

"Only the demon can call me dragon! And filthy."

Mirajane glanced at her boyfriend. "What context would I ever call you fil-"

"Trust me, demon, we'll get there."

"What," Ever hissed, glancing between Elfman and Laxus, "is going on?"

"Nothing," Laxus grumbled. "Just-"

"Good." She almost sounded like she was the one in control, Evergreen did. It was enough to shock Laxus into silence. "I need to go tell-"

"I can't do this, Laxus," Mira said loudly then. "I can't."

"Mira, I will get you another-"

"That is my ring and I want it!"

"You sound bratty."

"I don't care. I hardly ever want anything, but dang it, Laxus, I want my ring!"

That made Ever stop her stride to the door. Looking back over at Mirajane, she repeated, "Your what?"

"Oh geez." Elfman looked ready to faint. "Uh, Ever, did I ever show you how manly the front of Laxus' apartment building is? Let's go-"

"Who the hell would that distract?" Laxus complained. "Other than you?"

"Hey! I'm trying, okay? I-"

"What," Ever said then, looking to her boyfriend, "is going on?"

"W-Well-"

"That's my ring." Mirajane tried her hardest to look annoyed, but with her goofy bangs up in that pony tail and her usually posture, it was hard. "And I want it. Laxus bought it for me."

"He what?"

"This is what I wanted to avoid."

"Avoid?" Laxus repeated. "Elfman, you're the one that made it get this far!"

"I'm not good under pressure, alright?"

"No fucking kidding."

"Elfman." Evergreen turned to fully face him then. "What's going on? Did you not…buy this?"

"No," he admitted. "Ever, I didn't even really mean to ask you to marry me. There's so much that goes on in my head constantly."

"No kidding," Laxus grumbled.

"And I got a little mixed up," he went on. "I thought that you left a ring here, not a necklace, and I went to find it."

"You thought that she left a ring? And even put it in a box?" Even Mirajane frowned. "Elf-"

"Sometimes I don't think," he said then with a frown though he was still staring at his girlfriend. "And Ever, I never meant to hurt you, but I can't-"

"You didn't propose then?"

"No," he sighed. "I didn't."

"Oh, thank goodness." She literally about dropped then, her body become so relaxed. She even moved to pull the engagement ring right off. "Elf, I like you, like a lot, but I was already trying to plan how I was going to stand you up at the alter and still get all the wedding gifts."

His frown deepened. "You what?"

"I was excited by how nice the ring is and that you care about me, but Elfman, I can't be married. I can't even keep a pet! And I'm not a very good friend. Or girlfriend. Could you imagine me as a wife? I- Hey, Mira, you could try not-"

"It's mine," the demon said simply as she came to snatch the piece of jewelry from the other woman's hand. "So give it to me."

"Here, you stupid- Hey! Wait!" Evergreen looked to her idol then. "L-Laxus? Are you asking Mira to-"

But his eyes were completely focused on his girlfriend then, her own staring heavily down at her newest prized possession.

"Demon," he started, the sound of his voice making her look up. Coming closer with a grin, he reached out to tap her nose gently. "I screwed this all up, I know, but that's our life, you know? Everything's one big screw up after another. And most of them turn out for the better. But if you want me to try again, plan some sorta…whatever the heck you think people do for proposals, well, I'll-"

"Oh, Laxus, I can't even… Yes. To the proposal. I-"

"Well, I didn't really ask yet, but uh, demon, would you…um…well, marry me? Is that good enough? Or do you want me to ask you some other way? Because- Oof!"

Elfman snickered as Mirajane literally tackled the dragon to the ground in a way that Ever hadn't even come close to.

"I love you, dragon." Mirajane was straddling his stomach too, staring down at him with big eyes. "I just… I can't believe this! My night is perfect. It-"

"Mine is too," he breathed, grinning slightly as he stared up at her. "Other than, like, the fact that you two dopes are still here-"

"My sister is so manly!" Elfman wiped at his eyes. "She takes disappointments like a man!"

"Disappointment?" Laxus mumbled. "Wha- Hey! Are you calling me a disappointment? You stupid-"

Evergreen sniffled. "It's like watching you grow up, Laxus, finally, completely. And I just…I mean, I wish it was to someone else, but what can you do?"

He just kept glaring at Elfman. "Right back at you, Ever."

That brought her emotions back into check. Glaring at Laxus then, she walked around him and Mira and into the bathroom before returning with the necklace that she'd no doubt told Elfman about. With that in hand, she went to grab her boyfriend's other one and drag him out.

"Don't be seduced by all this though, sis." Elfman was coming back to his senses, apparently. "I don't want him as a brother."

"I won't ever be your brother," Laxus growled in response. "No matter what."

"You-"

"Goodbye, Elfman," Mira sang as she sat back some atop Laxus, though that was more to stare down at the ring she'd put on her finger. She had no idea what Ever was talking about. It fit perfectly. "See you later."

"We have some things to talk about anyhow," Ever hissed to him as they left.

"Like what?"

"Like, uh, gee, how you just embarrassed me!"

"Oh. No, I don't really feel like talking about that."

After the front door shut behind them, Laxus moved to rest his hands on Mira's hips.

"You like your ring then, I take it, demon?"

"Yes, Laxus. Oh, yes. I love it. I love you."

"And you're really going to love being my woman, huh? For real now?"

"Yes!"

"That's great." He patted her hips with a grin. "First course of action is, you know, getting to work on that dinner I was talkin' about before."

That made her smile drop some. "Are you…serious?"

"Uh, yeah, demon. My stomach doesn't just stop growlin' for special occasions." Then, reading her facial expression like a pro, he grinned sheepishly. "Err, uh, you know, I could make dinner tonight or some-"

"That would be great!" Her grin was back. Getting off him then and back to her feet, she said, "I love you."

Yeah. So long as he wasn't asking for food, apparently…

Standing himself then, he dusted himself off before reaching out to cup her cheeks. "I love you too, demon. And I can't wait to make you Mrs. Laxus Dreyar."

"Me neither," she giggled. "Mr. Laxus Dreyar."

"Although," he said as he leaned down to kiss her head, "that's mainly because I hate you sharing the same last name as your idiot brother."

"Laxus."

"Well."

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