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qitwrites · 3 years

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a numbers game

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Kiribaku

(AO3)

Bakugou knows his personality and general rage-filled disposition towards everything, in general, isn’t winning him any favours, but the texts have made him contemplate just how shitty he must’ve been in a past life to deserve a fate like this.

Because no one - and Bakugou knows such assholes as Monoma - but no one deserves to be on the receiving end of unsolicited dick pics. From random numbers. At all times of the day. For the last 3ish months.

“I am going to throw my phone out the fucking window, I swear on all that is good and pure, fucking bull-“

“More dick pics?” Camie interrupts with a wide grin, plucking the phone out of Bakugou’s hand.

“What the fuck else?” Bakugou snaps, trying to pull his phone back in vain. Camie holds it just out of reach, eyeing the disgusting penis with a critical stare.

"Hmm,” she says, passing the phone back to him before taking a sip of her terrible grass juice that smells like a badly mowed golf course, “the lighting is bad and he hasn’t done like, any grooming at all. 3/10.”

“You’re being generous,” Bakugou huffs, deleting the picture immediately and swallowing the still raging urge to fling his phone at the nearest wall. “It’s unsolicited. And his fingernails are fucking filthy. -100/10.”

Camie rolls her eyes. “You’re being dramatic again Kitkat.”

Bakugou counts to 10 in his head, tries to find that last shred of patience he knows is somewhere deep in his dark pit of a soul and breathes out in a rush.

“I need to fucking figure this out before I actually lose it and track down one of these fuckers and choke the life out of them.”

Because here’s the thing- Bakugou has been receiving dick pics and dirty text messages like hi bby want sex? and imma dick you down gud boo – he’s positively swooning, what a lovely way to be wooed – and he has no idea how to stop it. Yes, he could cancel his number and get a new one, but all of his bank details are linked to this one. He’s had it since he first got a phone in middle school, and now all of his documents are attached to the damn thing. The very idea of going to the banks and the DMV and every other stupid establishment to get it changed makes him grimace hard enough that he decides to bear with it.

Except, every time he receives one of these horrible pictures, his urge to blow up the phone, nay, the entire world, simmers at dangerous levels.

“Cool it kitkat,” Camie croons, giving his forearm a squeeze, “you’re making your homicidal face. That cannot be good for wrinkles.”

“Like I give a fuck,” Bakugou grunts, flinging his phone away carelessly and watching it skitter around on the kitchen counter before halting dangerously close to the edge. “I just want it to stop.”

Camie puts her atrocity for a drink down and pulls the fridge open, rummaging around as she says, “I have a theory about all this.” She pulls out a jar of jalapenos and places it in front of Bakugou. The blonde yanks a fork out of the admittedly cute utensil bucket in the middle of their counter before snapping the lid off and spearing a good 3 pieces in one go. He chews on them slowly and directs a raised brow at Camie.

“Well,” she muses, picking her drink back up, “as a woman that receives a LOT of numbers from guys and gals and non-binary folks alike-“ Bakugou makes it a point to roll his eyes hard enough to knock his head back; Camie’s laughter is loud and boisterous “- I have a tactic for when I don’t know how to say no and don’t want to give my digits.”

Bakugou has another forkful of jalapenos in his mouth when he narrows his eyes at her.

Camie shrugs, “I usually change the very last digit of my number. Works like a charm. I never meet the person again, and they can’t contact me. Win-win.”

“Win-win my ass,” Bakugou seethes. “Do I look like I’m winning right now? I am this fucking close to killing someone, because of stupid tactics like yours.”

Camie finishes the last of her drink, and speaks around her straw, “You say that, but do you know how many people, and especially dudes, don’t take no for an answer? The only reason I give out any digits at all is when I can’t guarantee my safety. I know it’s not like, the perfect solution or anything, but I’m giving you facts right now.”

And Bakugou does, in fact, know that. He’s met those pushy assholes- people that don’t back down, people that don’t take no at face value, people that push and prod and get up in his space. It pisses him off to absolutely no end.

“Whatever,” he concedes. He spears another forkful of jalapenos before grumbling, “So, what the fuck do I do?”

Camie grins, minx like. “Why don’t you text the number one ahead and one behind your own and ask? I mean, in the best-case scenario you figure it out and get it all to stop, in the worst case, you get to yell at like random people. Isn’t that your second favourite pastime, right after yelling at that pigeon outside our balcony, the one with an agenda?”

“Don’t talk about that fucking pigeon,” Bakugou fumes, “fucking piece of shit bird and those dark, robotic eyes. Something is up with that; you can’t convince me otherwise.” He mulls over the rest of her suggestion before relenting, “Well, I guess I could spare a moment to yell at the fucking extras giving out my number to perverts with no manners and gross penises.”

“I find it so funny when you say the word manners,” Camie says as she walks to her room, “It’s almost like you know what it means!”

She isn’t even looking at him, but she manages to dodge the jalapeno that sails at her head. It hits the wall with a sick squelch, and when Bakugou hears Camie’s door shut, he drops his head on the counter with a loud, resounding thunk and muffles a scream into the marble.

He forgets to send out those texts, and when he receives yet another picture, not three days later, of someone holding their disgusting penis in their hand, like it’s an accomplishment or some shit, he sends out a text message to two different numbers typed with shaky, sweaty fingers.

>> xxx-xxx-xxx6 , xxx-xxx-xxx4

I don’t know who the fuck you are, and you don’t know me, but it’s possible that one of you assholes gives out my number to random people who, in turn, send me fucking dick pics. It’s been over 3 fucking months, so knock it the actual fuck off. And in case it isn’t you, fuck you anyway.

Bakugou wakes up from a restless sleep to sunlight sloping in through the blinds of his room, a dry mouth, and three new text messages from an unknown number.

Because his brain takes time to boot up in the mornings, he foregoes the phone entirely and makes his way to the kitchen in search of caffeine. Camie is always up before him, and he gratefully pours himself a mug of her insanely strong black coffee, the kind to palpitate your heart and make you vibrate in your seat. She calls it jet fuel, Inasa calls it death, Todoroki just blinks.

When he’s half a mug down, he finally retrieves his phone from his room and takes a seat in the balcony, surrounded by plants of all kinds. The sun is bright but not harsh, and he takes a second to enjoy it before opening his messages.

He doesn’t even recall sending the messages last night, and for a moment he’s enraged at the idea that someone sent him even more dick pics, but there’s no photos waiting for him, just three messages.

xxx-xxx-xxx4 omg omg OMG I didn’t think anyone actually used this number im sorry D:

xxx-xxx-xxx4 no really im so so sorry holy shit I was just following this idea that my friend gave me cause im terrible at turning people down but I didn’t realize they were messaging an actual other person OMG

xxx-xxx-xxx4 ofc I wont be giving your number out anymore im just so sorry bro, god, this is so damn UNMANLY of me

At least the person has the decency to sound apologetic. Not that it tempers Bakugou in any way, shape or form, but he takes note of it somewhere in the distant recesses of his mind.

Bakugou you better not give it out anymore fuckmunch. I should sue your ass for putting me under so much psychological distress.

The guy replies startlingly quickly. Bakugou opens the message with a quirked brow.

xxx-xxx-xxx4 shit can you actually do that?

Bakugou has no idea, but the key to selling anything is confidence, and he’s got enough to spare.

Bakugou try me

xxx-xxx-xxx4 IM REALLY REALLY SORRY OK TRULY D:

xxx-xxx-xxx4 and not just cuz you might sue me or anything, it was a terrible move on my part :’(

xxx-xxx-xxx4 can I make it up to you somehow??

Bakugou huffs, deflating a little. He’s angry yes, positively incensed for the most part, but the guy sounds genuinely sorry, and he’s finding it increasingly difficult to stay mad at someone that’s just being so damn decent and taking full responsibility.

Bakugou I don’t fucking know.

Bakugou just stop giving out my no.

Bakugou I swear to god if I get ONE MORE NUDE

Bakugou I will find you

xxx-xxx-xxx4 you don’t have to find me ill come to you

xxx-xxx-xxx4 cuz ill def deserve it at that point

xxx-xxx-xxx4 anyway, im sorry again. really ☹

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I gotta get some sleep, so tell me later about how I can make it up to you!!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 goodnight

Bakugou checks the clock at the top left corner of his phone screen. It reads 8:31am.

What the fuck does this guy do for work anyway? And does Bakugou care?

He decides no, he doesn’t, because he’s really too busy to care about anything, especially assholes that hand out his number to horny strangers because they’re too chickenshit to say no.

He nods at his own conclusion, downs the rest of his death-in-a-cup, and walks back inside, ready to start another long day of work. Bakugou gives himself an hour before he puts this all behind him, fully forgotten and finally taken care of.

Why the fuck haven’t I blocked this fucker yet, is the first thing Bakugou thinks when he gets more texts from them.

xxx-xxx-xxx4 heyyo!!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 did you think of anything????? How can I make it up to you??

Bakugou stop texting me, that’ll be a great start

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I will as soon as u tell me how to make it up to you!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I was being so unmanly and cowardly, I need to fix it!!

Bakugou good for fucking you, leave me alone

xxx-xxx-xxx4 y don’t you keep thinking abt it and lemme know !!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 if it helps, I can hook u up with some free drinks!! I co-own and bartend at a place downtown!!!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 just think abt it

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I gotta get back to work, talk soon!

Bakugou stop texting me dammit

Bakugou isn’t a naïve person, but he somehow convinces himself that this will be the end of things.

It is, predictably, not the end of things.

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I just realized I didn’t give u my name

xxx-xxx-xxx4 Kirishima eijirou!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 and you are?

Bakugou blocking you

xxx-xxx-xxx4 aww come on man, don’t be like tht ☹

xxx-xxx-xxx4 wait, r u a man?????

xxx-xxx-xxx4 PLEASE AT LEAST TELL ME THAT I DON’T WANT TO MISGENDER U OMG

Bakugou can you calm the fuck down holy shit

Bakugou yes I’m a dude, you’re fucking fine dumbass

xxx-xxx-xxx4 oh phew!!!!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 ok my dude

xxx-xxx-xxx4 please come down to the bar??????

xxx-xxx-xxx4 do you actually drink though?? If you don’t we still have great mocktails

xxx-xxx-xxx4 and I can whip up some awesome protein shakes

xxx-xxx-xxx4 ohhh and our food is bomb,,, I promise

Bakugou do you ever just stop talking

xxx-xxx-xxx4 NOPE :D

Bakugou Not a compliment

xxx-xxx-xxx4 what can I say

xxx-xxx-xxx4 im an opportunist

Bakugou you’re telling me

Bakugou fucker

xxx-xxx-xxx4 IM STILL SO SORRY

xxx-xxx-xxx4 PLEASE COME TO THE BAR LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU

xxx-xxx-xxx4 actions speak hella louder than words

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I must action you

Bakugou what the fuck

xxx-xxx-xxx4 you get what I mean!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 <location> this is the place

xxx-xxx-xxx4 its name is RIOT, u cant miss it

xxx-xxx-xxx4 just lemme know when u can make it

Bakugou I haven’t agreed to shit asshole

Bakugou stop assuming things

xxx-xxx-xxx4 free food, free drinks, free live performance of whatever band’s performing

Bakugou …………………

Bakugou I’ll think about it

xxx-xxx-xxx4 HELL YEAH

xxx-xxx-xxx4 whats your name btw?

Bakugou like id tell you

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I need it for the reservation!!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 so that I don’t accidentally serve the wrong gentleman all your free perks

Bakugou didn’t say im coming yet

xxx-xxx-xxx4 im super optimistic

Bakugou I can tell, you’re giving me a headache

xxx-xxx-xxx4 so………… name?

Bakugou no

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I’ll get it out of you eventually

Bakugou try me

Bakugou fucker

If Bakugou finds himself smiling at the end of the exchange, well, that’s his business.

“So, you finally figured out who was responsible for the penis pictures?” Todoroki deadpans around his cosmo.

“That’s wonderful Bakugou!” Inasa booms, slamming his beer down on the counter with gusto. Bakugou throws a spoon at him.

“Shut it Baldy,” he grunts, going back to chopping veggies. “And yes, I did, but now this fucker won’t stop texting me, insisting on making it up to me or some shit.”

“And this is a bad thing?” Todoroki summarizes slowly. Bakugou turns around in time to see him mouth why to Inasa before taking another generous sip of his drink. Inasa shrugs his stupidly large shoulders before asking, “Why is that a bad thing?”

Bakugou throws another spoon at him. “Because, I texted them so I could stop people from texting me. Now this person’s volunteering information to me about being a bartender and shit and constantly apologizing and it’s fucking annoying.”

“You know what’s interesting?” Camie muses, stirring her bloody mary with a long ass celery stick. “You’re getting all these text messages from this bartender, and you can like, so easily block this one number and be done with it, but you like, keeping responding. And keep, you know, not blocking.”

He can’t see it, but he knows Todoroki is nodding, the fucker.

“That is a good observation!” Inasa booms again, and Bakugou has to resist the urge to fling his entire cutlery set at the man’s thick skull. “Do you like this person Bakugou?”

“What’s there to like, I don’t even fucking know him!”

“Well,” Camie starts, takes a bite out of the celery stick, continues, “he’s well-mannered. Clearly good looking, because you got a LOT of penis pictures these past three months, and that also leads us to believe the business is doing really well, if so many patrons come in begging for a number. All good things, don’t you think?”

“I hate you,” Bakugou says, stirring the curry with barely repressed rage. “I hate all of you. I hate humanity. Fuck people.”

“Or fuck this person in specific,” Camie says gleefully. “You haven’t gotten laid in like 8 months boo, you need to get some.”

“You’re the actual fucking worst.”

“In all seriousness,” Todoroki interrupts, putting his empty glass down delicately, “why haven’t you blocked the number? It seems like an easy enough solution.” The asshole has the audacity to sound genuinely curious, if not slightly amused.

Bakugou hates everything.

“I don’t, I don’t fucking know, ok?” He finally admits through clenched teeth. The blonde kills the heat and places the curry on the counter while Camie brings out the rice and some pickled vegetables from the fridge. She pulls out a beer and twists the cap off before handing it to Bakugou, who snatches it away and takes a quick swig before continuing, “He’s actually kinda nice to me, I guess. And I like watching him be so sorry about all those penises. I may have also mentioned suing him for psychological distress.” Bakugou catches Todoroki’s gaze. “Can I do that?”

Todoroki hums, “You can try, but I don’t think you’ve got that solid a case. Plus, haven’t you deleted virtually all the evidence?”

Bakugou grips the neck of his beer bottle harder. “I fucking hate everything.”

bartender asshole <image attached>

Bakugou what the fuck

Bakugou why are you sending me cat pics?

Bakugou also that cat is stupidly cute

bartender asshole I know right?????

bartender asshole her name is ruby

bartender asshole and id die for her

bartender asshole i just figured ud be a cat person

Bakugou ………….

Bakugou I hate u

bartender asshole :D :D :D

Bakugou ugh

Bakugou Bakugou Katsuki

bartender asshole :D :D :D :D :D

bartender asshole HI BAKUGOU SO NICE TO KNOW UR NAME

Bakugou I hate everything

bartender asshole except ruby. Its not allowed

Bakugou …………………………………

Bakugou except ruby

bartender asshole :D :D :D :D :D

Kirishima, it turns out, is a ray of fucking sunshine. Bakugou has a distinct feeling that looking at him directly would be a blinding experience.

Not that he knows who to look for though; he has no idea what this guy looks like. He guesses that he’s buff, with all the times he tells Bakugou about the gym showers running out of hot water and beating his best weights doing bench presses, but he knows nothing else.

He does know that he’s sweet as fuck, making it impossible for Bakugou to stay mad at him. He doesn’t blink at Bakugou’s cussing, and he sends him cute pictures of Ruby.

There is a part of him, small but steadily growing, that wants to meet this stupidly nice bartender.

Bakugou hates everything.

dumbass bartender so what do you do???

Bakugou front-end development and web design

dumbass bartender oh damn!!!

dumbass bartender so youre like smart smart

Bakugou obviously

dumbass bartender have I seen your work anywhere??

Bakugou I recently redid the website of that protein powder company you don’t shut up about

dumbass bartender ????????????????????

dumbass bartender that’s amazing!!!!!!!!!

dumbass bartender I just revisited the website, it looks so cool

Bakugou duh

Bakugou im the best

dumbass bartender I don’t doubt that!!! :D :D

Bakugou don’t you have work?

dumbass bartender aww bakubro are you looking out for me <3 <3

Bakugou call me that again and I will fucking end you

dumbass bartender before the free drinks??? That you are yet to redeem? ?? at my wonderful establishment?????????? :D :D :D

Bakugou I hate everything.

dumbass bartender D:

Bakugou except RUBY DAMMIT

dumbass bartender :D

“Just to recap,” Kaminari says with an incredulous look in his eyes, “this guy cusses like a sailor, is constantly insulting you, never initiates conversation, and you still like him?”

Kirishima’s answering grin is bashful. “I mean, when you put it like that it sounds not so great, but he’s really not that bad! He’s super funny and confident, and he LOVES Ruby. Plus, I don’t like him like that, I just think he’s cool.” Kirishima picks up another glass from the washer and starts carefully drying it with his dishcloth before saying, “And, you know, I did put him through a lot by giving out his number. His behaviour is kinda warranted if you ask me.”

“I mean, in the beginning maybe, but haven’t you guys been texting for over a week now?”

“Denki, are you forgetting that giving out another number was your idea?” Kirishima mutters, narrowing his eyes at his best friend. “I’m in this mess because of you.”

Kaminari suddenly seems to find the glass in his hand a lot more interesting. Kirishima’s laugh echoes around the empty bar.

‘What’s so funny?” Ashido muses, bringing a crate of bottled beer behind the counter.

“Kirishima is going gaga over angry dick pic man.”

“I’m not going gaga, what the heck-“

“I think it’s cute,” Ashido says with a big smile. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you actually be interested in somebody; it’s really cute!”

“I don’t like him like that,” Kirishima stresses, though his cheeks are a little warm. He can blame that on the lack of air conditioning, he thinks.

“We talking about angry dick pic man?” Sero asks with a shit-eating grin. “10 bucks say he’s actually a middle-aged guy with a cheese fetish.”

“That’s so random-“

“You’re on!” Ashido yells, slapping her hand into Sero’s. “I think he’ll be a hottie.”

“He hasn’t even said he’ll come,” Kirishima says, eyes downcast.

“He’ll come,” the three chorus, going about doing their tasks. Kirishima shakes his head fondly and finishes up with the glasses. Just as he’s put all the shot glasses away, he feels his phone vibrate.

Bakubro just finished a massive project

Bakubro could use a drink this weekend

Bakubro know any good spots?

Kirishima’s face breaks into the biggest smile as he rushes to answer.

Kirishima I know a bar that serves free drinks with your name on it!!!!

Kirishima amazing food, dope music, the bestest drinks

Kirishima ive heard the bartender is a great guy too

Bakubro way to toot your own fucking horn damn

Kirishima :DDDDD

Kirishima bt seriously

Kirishima please? ???? ??

Kirishima PLEASEEEEEEEEE??????????????????

Bakubro ugh

Bakubro fine.

Bakubro Friday night at 8

Kirishima looks up from the screen and calls out, “Denki!”

“Yeah?”

“Switch shifts with me, I’ll do Friday.”

“Um, ok, why though?”

Kirishima doesn’t respond, just goes back to texting, his heart thudding in his ribcage.

Kirishima YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Kirishima cant wait :D

Bakubro I’m bringing my stupid friends btw

Kirishima wait

Kirishima you have friends???????

Bakubro I am going to end you

Bakubro you know what? Fuck you im not coming

Kirishima BAKUGOU NO

Kirishima IM SORRY OFC U HAVE FRNDS

Kirishima please come

Kirishima how big a table should I reserve????

Bakubro don’t bother

Kirishima IM SORRRYYYYYYYYYY

Kirishima <image attached> <image attached> <image attached>

Bakubro bastard

Bakubro you playing dirty by sending me pics of Ruby

Kirishima need to weaken your guard somehow

Kirishima pls tell me it worked

Bakubro ugh

Bakubro ill be there

Bakubro reserve a table for 4

Bakubro your stupid bar better be worth it

Kirishima I promise it will be!!!!

Kirishima whoops in joy, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He looks up to see three sets of eyes looking at him with varying degrees of amusement.

“You get a really mushy look on your face when you’re texting him, it’s almost gross,” Sero points out with a laugh.

“Hush you,” Ashido admonishes, whipping her dishcloth at him. She walks over to Kirishima and gives him a big hug. “I think it’s very, very precious.”

“What did he say?”

“He’s coming this Friday!” Kirishima beams, holding Ashido closer against his side.

The three giggle.

“10 bucks say Kirishima messes up the drinks at least once.”

“HEY!”

Ashido squeezes around his middle. “Hon, I love you, but I’m not dumb enough to go against that.”

“HEY!”

They end up laughing and fibbing at each other for the rest of the prep time, and Kirishima feels his heart absolutely soar.

Friday brings with it crunch time, running lines and lines of code, having a mini-breakdown because the stupid text block keeps floating around on the webpage like it’s in outer fucking space, being forced into one of Camie’s ridiculous vlogs and having an existential crisis about what to wear on a non-date get-together with the guy that ruined Bakugou’s life for close to three months.

Camie spends most of the day laughing at him. Bakugou throws more condiments at her.

“Fucking help me at least, you useless wench,” Bakugou growls, shifting to clothes as he throws a pair of jeans at her. Camie dances out of the way and doubles over, laughing till she tears up from the force of it all.

“I can’t, I just can’t,” she wheezes. “Did you just say wench? What era are you from babe?”

“FUCK OFF,” he roars, leaping towards her. Camie shrieks and ducks away, making a beeline towards his closet.

“Ok, ok, let’s get you dressed! What kinda look are you trying for?”

“Fuck if I know,” he grouses, feeling oddly out of his depth. He wants to look good, but he has no idea for what.

That’s a lie, he knows why. He just won’t admit it.

“Well, why don’t we pick something simple but flattering? Plus, if it's in your style, you’re bound to be more comfy.” Camie pulls out a pair of black jeans that are ripped at the knees, a black fitted round-neck tee shirt, and some black boots. While he’s changing, Camie pulls out a silver chain, some bands for his wrists and a collection of rings.

“Do you want me to do your eyes?” she offers, holding up some mascara and an eye pencil. Bakugou shrugs and sits on the edge of his bed. Camie’s smile is soft as she stands between his thighs, gently but efficiently applying his make-up. When she’s done, he walks over to the mirror to look at himself, and he has to admit- he looks good. Always one to take care of his body and his figure, Bakugou is lean muscle packed into a 5’10” body. His blonde hair is as messy as ever, but the combination of his make-up, the accessories and his clothes give him an edgy look like no other. Camie throws a dark fitted jacket at him before sauntering over to her own room.

He continues to reply to some work emails when his phone buzzes.

dumbass cant wait to see you!!!

dumbass just ask for me at the bar

dumbass or I might be the one to greet you!! :D :D

Bakugou I know dumbass

Bakugou what, are you nervous or some shit?

dumbass I mean, kinda????

dumbass it’s our first time meeting afterall

dumbass I don’t even know wat you look like!!!!

Bakugou blonde wearing all black

dumbass redhead wearing a shirt with the riot logo!

Bakugou whatever

Bakugou ill be there at 8

Dumbass cant wait <33333

Bakugou dumbass

Bakugou scoffs, his own nerves calming at the thought that he’s not the only one that’s a bit out of sorts. It’s nice to know that sunshine Kirishima is jittery about all this.

Also, interesting to know that he’s a redhead. Bakugou can’t quite imagine it, but in a few minutes, he won't need to.

His stomach roils with anticipation, and Bakugou hates every single thing.

Camie pops out of her room at half-past 7 in a maroon romper that cuts above her mid-thigh, hair done in a loose bun, makeup absolutely perfect. Her heels put her at a height taller than Bakugou, but he’s gotten used to being the shortest in their stupid posse. Doesn’t piss him off any less though.

She gets a phone call just as she pushes a tube of lip gloss into her purse.

“We are downstairs!” Inasa’s voice rings through her speaker, stupidly loud.

“Can it, baldy,” Bakugou grunts with a roll of his eyes, “we’ll be there in a sec.”

“See ya!”

Before Bakugou can usher Camie out the door, she pushes her clutch into his hands and walks over to the kitchen cabinet, pulling out two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.

“Wha-“

“Liquid courage, my dude,” she says, pouring two generous shots and pushing one at Bakugou. She picks her own glass up and gives him a devilish smirk, “Bottoms up bitch!”

Bakugou picks the glass up with a resigned sigh but smirks back equally devilish. They cheers, smack the glasses against the counter and drain them smoothly. Camie puts the glasses in the sink, places a smacking kiss on Bakugou’s cheek and laughs brightly as she dances out of the way of his rage.

They finally load up in Inasa’s range rover, Todoroki plays classical Japanese music over the speakers and Bakugou regrets everything.

Riot is apparently something of a beloved establishment in its neighbourhood, and Bakugou growls when he sees how long the line leading to the bar is.

“Holy moly, that’s a lot of people!” Camie points out helpfully as she disembarks from the car.

Todoroki straightens his two-tone denim jacket and runs a hand through his hair as he says, “We have a reservation, so I think it’ll be fine?”

“Yes, I agree with you Todoroki,” Inasa beams, locking the car behind him as they walk towards the building. The outside is made of exposed brick and neon lights, and the RIOT sign is a deep red colour, eye-catching and beautiful.

They bypass the people in the line and walk up to the bouncer, who eyes them warily. He’s built like an absolute tank, broad and block-like, and his silver hair shines in the artificial light.

“Can I help you?”

“Bakugou, table for 4,” Camie says cheerily. The bouncer looks immediately enamoured with her before his eyes go wide.

“Wait, Eijirou’s Bakugou?”

Bakugou’s ears burn at that.

“I’m not fucking anybody’s!” he snaps. The bouncer immediately looks at him, and his face breaks into an even wider grin.

“Well, I’ll be damned! Can I see some ID real quick?”

Bakugou cusses colourfully under his breath but pulls out his license, and after a quick check, the bouncer, whose name is Tetsutetsu, steps aside to let them in.

“Have a good time!” he says happily, almost too happily. Bakugou feels his hackles rise.

“What the fuck?”

“It appears that Kirishima talks about you at least as much as you talk about him,” Todoroki observes, walking next to Bakugou.

“I don’t talk about him, fuck you!”

Todoroki’s delicately raised brow makes him want to punch something. Or someone. Preferably both.

“Fuck you all,” he reiterates before stomping inside.

Now, Bakugou is a relatively creative soul – his job kinda demands it – so it’s not his fault that he’s actually quite captivated by the interiors of this stupidly popular bar co-owned by a stupidly nice person.

The inside has exposed brick as well, and most of the furniture seems to be retro. There are large pipes and barrels behind the bar, made of what seems to be pure copper. Black marble covers the bar tops, and the lights are a mix of neon and muted whites, bright enough to see but still bathing the room in an alluring aura. There’s music thumping through the speakers, loud enough to dispel any silence but still at a bearable volume.

“Swanky,” Camie whistles, taking it all in.

Bakugou nods begrudgingly before setting his eyes on the bar.

“I’ll go get us a fucking table,” he mutters before walking over, hands digging deep into his pant pockets. He sees a lanky black-haired guy and a girl with tan skin and pink hair behind the bar, talking animatedly with the patrons as they serve them drinks at a dizzying pace.

When he finally gets a spot at the counter, the pink-haired girl finishes up with a customer and bounds over to him.

“Hi,” she greets, smile wide and happy, “haven’t seen you around before! What can I get you?”

“Kirishima,” Bakugou says because apparently, his brain to mouth filter has decided to abandon him in his time of need. The girl tilts her head in confusion and Bakugou feels the life drain out of him.

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m fuckin here because of dumbass Kirishima,” Bakugou barely grits out, fingers digging into his palms painfully. “The name is Bakugou, table for 4?”

He sees it all in slow-mo- the way her mouth goes slack, the way her eyes light up like firecrackers on New Year’s, and then the way her smile becomes positively blinding. He hates her already.

“Holy shit,” she breathes, “of course! So glad you’re here! Oye, Sero?”

“What?” the black-haired guy says without looking, topping up a perfectly poured glass of beer.

“You owe me 10 bucks.”

This gets his attention- he hands the drink off and looks at her, “Why would I-“

The girl just gestures at Bakugou and winks, “It’s him.”

Sero – or plain face, Bakugou’s brain helpfully supplies – immediately looks at him, his eyes widening. “Shit, seriously? Aw, man.” His smile becomes mischievous. “I’ll get Kirishima.” He opens the door behind the bar and disappears.

“What the fuck was that?” Bakugou snaps, beyond irritated to be so out of the loop.

“Nothing, nothing,” Pinky sings, raising her hands in a placating gesture. “Kirishima will show your party to your table. Do you want anything in the meantime?”

“… a beer,” Bakugou concedes because he’s not dumb enough to not get a drink before he sees Kirishima if he can help it.

“Coming right up!”

He waits at the bar, watching as his group of dumbasses ooh and ahh at the place, looking delighted. A bottle of cold beer hits the counter with a satisfying thunk, bringing his attention back to the bartop.

“Enjoy!” Pinky still has a stupid smile on her face but before Bakugou can say anything, the door behind her is thrown open and plain face steps out.

“The restocking can wait, literally the only thing you’ve talked about for the last 3 days is finally happening.”

The guy following him is all tanned skin and thick muscles under a fitted deep red tee shirt. His hair is a bright unnatural red, pulled into a high pony with a few strands still framing his face. His eyes are a softer red than Bakugou’s own, his cheeks sharp and high, and when his eyes meet Bakugou’s, a zip of electricity races down his spine and along his limbs till he can feel it in his toes.

When the man makes his way over, Bakugou also notes how damn tall he is- easily around 6’4”. His smile is shy, and he smells like sandalwood.

“Bakugou, hi,” he breathes, hesitantly holding his hand out. Bakugou takes it in a daze, still amazed by just how stupidly beautiful this stupidly kind bar owner is.

“Heyyo, you disappeared fam, how’s it going?”

Bakugou hates everything.

He reluctantly slips his hand out of Kirishima’s warm, firm grip and turns to Camie with venomous eyes. “I literally just met him Cam, shut the fuck up.” He turns back to Kirishima, “Can you show us to our table?”

Kirishima shakes his head once before his smile turns blinding, and Bakugou finds himself fighting the urge to shield his eyes. “Of course,” he says in a voice that’s deep and warm and honey-like, “right this way!”

Bakugou snags his beer off the counter and takes a quick swig before Camie steals it and takes a few sips of her own. He growls at her but otherwise behaves, watching Kirishima’s back as he leads them through throngs of people engaged in cheerful conversation.

“Ok, well, he’s hot,” Cam says around the lip of the bottle. “Total beefcake. Whaddya think, boo?”

“I think you should fuck off,” Bakugou hisses, his face burning.

“If you wanted to go on a date, you probably shouldn’t have invited us,” Todoroki says, taking the offered bottle from Camie.

Before Bakugou can explode in their faces, Kirishima stops and turns around. “Here ya go!” He gestures to a table behind him, tucked into a more private corner of the bar. It’s large and cushy, and when Bakugou gets in after Camie, he’s surprised at how soft the material is.

“So?” Kirishima says, eyes trained on Bakugou.

“Fuckin what?” Bakugou snaps, voice lacking any heat.

Kirishima laughs, head thrown back to reveal a long, thick neck and Bakugou is so damn weak.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”

Bakugou clicks his tongue before gesturing at each of them, “Camie, marketing expert by day, YouTube beauty vlogger by night, pain in my ass always. Todoroki, environmental lawyer and a soba obsessed weirdo. Inasa, physiotherapist and resident dumbass.”

Kirishima gives them all a wave before saying, “Kirishima, co-owner of Riot and the reason why Bakugou saw more unwarranted penises than strictly necessary in a lifetime.”

“Asshole,” Bakugou grumbles, earning him another laugh and a bashful hand ruffling the back of Kirishima’s head.

“Still so sorry about that man,” Kirishima offers, “everything’s definitely on the house for you all! Speaking of ordering-“ Kirishima moves on to explain their ordering system-

“You can scan the code with your camera app,” the redhead says, pointing at the barcode on the centrepiece of their table, “and it pulls up our bar and food menu. Just enter your order and your table number,” he points at the large digits on the side that glows a bright 15 back at them.

Inasa pulls his phone out to order. Before he leaves, Kirishima says, “Can I get your drink order before I go?”

Camie asks for a LIIT, Inasa gets a Soju bomb and Todoroki starts off with his usual- a cosmo.

“You good on that beer?” Kirishima asks Bakugou warmly, his eyes dancing with mirth.

“I’m fine,” he grumbles, sliding lower into his seat. “Maybe get me another, your choice?”

“Coming right up,” Kirishima beams before stepping away, and Bakugou’s heart splutters around his chest at the sight of sharp white teeth and cheek-aching grins.

“He’s so cute!” Camie squeals, stealing the last of his beer. “And he’s totes into you too.”

“I have to agree, he’s very attractive,” Todoroki says impassively.

“Certified hottie,” Inasa rounds up, flashing his own biceps for some reason.

Bakugou is so done, and they’ve been here all 5 minutes.

“Kirishim- Kirishima, the beer is overflowing,” Ashido says, pushing him away and taking over. “God, you’re so gone for him, it’s almost embarrassing.”

Kirishima snaps out of his stupor and moves to take the glass back. Ashido hip checks him away.

“You’re being a little stupid, go help Satou with plating and take the food to lover boy’s table.”

“He has a name, you know,” Kirishima mumbles, but Ashido simply laughs, and Kirishima feels his neck and ears go warm.

Because who let Bakugou walk into his bar looking like that? Looking so damn gorgeous in his all-black get up and his perfect eye make-up and that fierce scowl?

Kirishima’s heart had pretty much stopped at the sight of him, and it was yet to regain its usual rhythm.

The redhead rests his forehead against the wall and mumbles, “I’m so screwed.”

“We know buddy,” Sero says, patting his back sympathetically, “we know.”

For all that Bakugou hates outings and people and outings in places filled with people, he finds himself having a moderately good time.

Because the food is delicious if lacking a little heat, the alcohol is mixed perfectly and the music is fantastic, filtering through old rock classics with some alt stuff mixed in.

And then there’s Kirishima- tending the bar with ease, laughing along with his co-workers, and sending Bakugou wide, happy smiles that sets his entire face on fire.

“This place is awesome,” Camie whoops, banging another shot glass on the table before knocking it back with ease. Todoroki joins her, his impassive face not so much as twitching at the taste of strong tequila before he bites into a lime. Inasa is already beer drunk, cheeks dusky as he hums along to the music.

“Insufferable,” Bakugou mumbles around his 4th-ish beer. He likes to keep up his grumpy act till his last shred of dignity melts away cause of the alcohol, and he’s probably pretty hit already because he lets Camie pull him into her side with her arm around his shoulder, his nose suddenly privy to the scent of her mellow perfume.

“I love you guys,” Camie beams, picking up her beer and waving it in front of her. Todoroki and Inasa clink their drinks against it, and Bakugou silently waves his own bottle around before downing it.

“You guys good on- oh my god, are you Camie? THE Camie?”

It’s Pinky at their table and her eyes are so comically wide that Bakugou can’t help his snort of laughter. He feels Camie straighten up, but her arm around him stays, holding him close.

“Define THE Camie,” she says with a smile in her voice.

“The beauty blogger that I’ve only been following for the last 3 years, holy shit I love your videos.” And then suddenly, her eyes narrow on Bakugou before she snaps her fingers. “NO WONDER YOU LOOK FAMILIAR! You’re the angry blonde in all her videos!”

“Haan? You wanna go pinky?” Bakugou growls, moving to stand up. Camie keeps him firmly by her side, her laughter shaking them both.

“That’s us!” Camie says. Bakugou finally fights his way out of her grip and throws her a withering look, or his drunken attempt at one anyway. She winks, and he fake gags. “I don’t get recognized in public all that often LOL, this is fun.”

“Did you just say LOL in a verbal fucking conversation?”

“What do you mean you don’t get recognized; you literally have like 3.2million subscribers.”

Camie ignores Bakugou and shrugs at Pinky. “I guess my primary demographic aint here fam. Speaking of which,” she thrusts her hand out, “what’s your name?”

“Ashido Mina,” she says, taking her hand firmly. Camie introduces her to the others, and Bakugou looks back at the bar, disappointed to see that he can’t find Kirishima.

“Can I top you guys off?” Kirishima says, suddenly right next to their table, effectively startling the shit outta Bakugou.

Camie chirps an affirmative, Todoroki asks for a water and checks to see if Inasa’s breathing as the big olf continues to sleep, curled up in the corner of the booth.

“And you Bakubro?”

“Don’t call me that,” Bakugou frowns before adding, “I should probably stop, I’m already kinda tipsy.”

“Lightweight,” Camie teases.

Bakugou gives her the stink eye. “Woman, the one time I tried keeping up with you, I ended up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning and you didn’t have so much as a hangover, so fuck off.”

“Seriously?” Kirishima says, eyes wide.

“That’s amazing,” Ashido murmurs, her smile crooked and dangerous.

Bakugou. Hates. Everything.

“He had no lasting liver damage, we’re all fine,” Camie reassures before diving into a conversation with Mina about beauty hacks and good mascara brands and global warming.

Kirishima leans close to Bakugou, bathing him in that warm sandalwood scent. “How about I get you some water and one last beer? A Hefeweizen?”

Bakugou turns to look at him, and his breath hitches in his throat when he notices how close they are, when he sees just how red Kirishima’s eyes are, how the heat seems to radiate off his skin. He exhales in a rush and looks away, answering with a jerky nod.

Kirishima gives his shoulder a friendly squeeze – he’s so warm, his hand is fucking huge – before walking to the bar and picking their stuff up.

When pinky finally meanders away from their table to serve other customers, Camie leans her head on Bakugou’s shoulder and says, “We’ll leave soon, ok?”

Bakugou nods again, leaning some of his weight back into her. Todoroki catches his eye and flashes him a warm, tipsy smile, and if he returns it with one of his own, well, he’s drunk out of his skull and has approximately no fucks to give.

Long after putting Bakugou and his posse in a cab, before which they insisted on paying pretty much the entire tab since they ate and drank a LOT, Kirishima and the rest are cleaning up when Ashido whips him with her cleaning rag.

Kirishima looks at her with betrayed eyes, “Wha-“

“Ei, you better text him again.”

“About what?” Kirishima says glumly. “I did what I said I would do, and I promised to leave him alone after that.”

“Boy please,” Ashido scoffs, roughly wiping down one of the tables, “ya’ll made such gooey eyes at each other all night, plus I’m pretty sure he paid the entire tab just so you could keep up whatever façade you guys have going on to cover up the fact that you have INSANE chemistry with one another.”

“Yeah, the tension was palpable bro,” Sero chimes in, throwing an arm around his waist. “I think you should text him too. He seemed really amusing, and his whole group was a riot.”

Kirishima rolls his eyes at the pun but smiles at them, feeling a new burst of energy in his limbs.

“You guys are absolutely right! Worst case, he blocks me. At least I won’t have any regrets.”

“Yeah boy, get it with that optimism.”

Bakugou wakes up to a slight headache, a mouth that tastes like ash, and a profound sadness that settles atop his sternum, weighing him down and pressing him into his mattress.

He sees the glass of water on his bedside table with ibuprofen placed neatly next to it and downs them both without so much as a second thought. As his brain slowly comes back online, he takes a moment to finally navigate his messy feelings and comes to a crushing realization-

Kirishima doesn’t have to text him anymore.

The redhead had said that he’d leave him alone after making it up to him, and yes, it was Bakugou’s standoffish nature that got them into that situation in the first place. And yes, Bakugou had paid the tab mostly because it was too high a bill to be footed by the bar and Bakugou made bank, but also because a small, minuscule part of him hoped that the gesture would make Kirishima insist on another outing or something to ‘make it up to him'.

The blonde doesn’t even bother to acknowledge the fact that he forgave Kirishima almost two days into texting him.

He almost avoids his phone out of fear alone and makes it through a whole cup of coffee and 3 chapters into a novel recommended by Deku before finally picking up his phone to check for emails and notifications.

He expects none from Kirishima.

So, of course, there are 3 from the redhead.

Bakugou’s heart leaps to his throat and he can’t seem to unlock his phone quite fast enough.

fuck he’s cute hi Bakugou, thank you for coming last night!!!

fuck he’s cute it was actually really cool 2 finally meet you. U didn’t have to pay the tab tho :’D

fuck he’s cute bt since u did, I still owe u. can we figure it out later??? Also, what did you think of the place???

Bakugou dumbass

Bakugou you’ve got a swanky place, I’ll give you that. Food was fucking good too. could be spicier.

Bakugou you got cam completely hooked

Bakugou and yeah, you better make it up to me later. Asshole.

Kirishima replies a few hours later, just as Bakugou finishes up a yoga routine that stretches out his back in the best way possible.

fuck he’s cute :D :D :D :D :D

fuck he’s cute can’t wait

fuck he’s cute <image attached>

fuck he’s cute ruby says hi

It’s a selfie this time, not a picture of just the kitty. Bakugou can appreciate how cute the mutt is, but for once, he has no attention to spare her. Not when Kirishima’s eyes are crinkling around the edges from how hard he smiles up at the camera, not when he’s wearing a tank top with relaxed arm holes, showing off bulging muscles and hints of ink, and not when just the mere thought of him makes Bakugou’s stomach flop around uncontrollably.

He barely manages to reply coherently.

Bakugou the only bright spot in this shitty world

He presses his phone to his forehead and quietly contemplates just how gay he is. Camie pets his head on the way to the kitchen.

It takes Bakugou some time to get used to waking up to Good Morning texts and a stream of random thoughts from Kirishima all day. The flutter in his stomach disappears a few weeks into talking to the redhead, instead replaced by a bone-deep warmth that always manages to make him feel a little better.

dumbass kirishima GOOOOOOOD MORNING :D

dumbass Kirishima someone threw up on my fave shoes last night

Bakugou HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Bakugou suffer

dumbass Kirishima y u so mean to me ☹ ☹

Bakugou cause its fuckin hilarious

dumbass Kirishima ☹

Bakugou ugh

Bakugou <image attached> [it’s a picture of Bakugou’s balcony, and all his plants look vibrant green as the sun hits them just right]

dumbass Kirishima :D :D :D

dumbass Kirishima legit felt my serotonin just spike

dumbass Kirishima thxxxxxx

Bakugou whatever

Bakuguo dumbass

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Bakugou if I plan a murder can I count on your stupid muscles to help me move the body

dumbass Kirishima D:

dumbass Kirishima at least take me out to dinner b4 involving me in your crimes

dumbass Kirishima what a lack of manners

Bakugou stfu

dumbass Kirishima :”D :”D

dumbass Kirishima youre joking right?

dumbass Kirishima right??

dumbass Kirishima RIGHT?????

dumbass Kirishima BAKUGOU THIS IS A BAD TIME TO LEAVE ME HANGING BRO DO NOT DO THIS

Bakugou don’t call me bro

dumbass Kirishima THAT IS NOT THE POINT RIGHT NOW

Bakugou lol I didn’t do shit dumbass don’t worry

Bakugou or did I?

dumbass Kirishima BAKUGOU NO

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dumbass Kirishima <image attached> [it’s a gym selfie; Kirishima is crouching in front of the mirror shirtless, hair pulled into a bun atop his head. He’s glistening with sweat, and he’s got a more serious look on his face. He’s not actively flexing any muscle, but the pose makes his thighs, calves and biceps bulge. One hand holds the phone, the other is resting on his bent knee]

dumbass Kirishima working on deez gainz

Bakugou what time do you usually workout

dumbass Kirishima depends on my schedule actually

dumbass Kirishima I prefer the morning, but when I take the late night shift I usually go be4 work the next day

Bakugou hmmm

Bakugou let me know

Bakugou maybe we can go together

dumbass Kirishima :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

Bakugou ugh I changed my mind

dumbass Kirishima :D :D :D :D

dumbass Kirishima no takebacksies

Bakugou fucking fantastic

dumbass Kirishima :D :D :D

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“So, let me get this straight- you guys gym together at least once a week, you talk every day, your stomach flutters at the mere thought of him and Cam swears he’s making googly eyes at you all the time, and you still haven’t asked each other out yet?”

Bakugou flips his phone off, “Fuck off Deku, don’t be a little shit.”

Midoriya’s face morphs into an amused smile on the other end of their facetime call, “Are you being bashful Kacchan? That’s adorable.”

“I’m hanging up.”

“NOOOOO,” Midoriya bemoans dramatically. “I can’t believe I’m missing all this.”

“Yeah, well, who the fuck told you to teach kids English halfway across the world dumbass?”

“I miss you too Kacchan,” Midoriya beams, making a heart with his hands.

“I truly loathe you.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Midoriya puts a few papers away before sighing. “So?”

“So what?”

“So, are you going to make a move? How do you plan on doing it?”

“I don’t,” Bakugou ruffles his hair and ducks his head to hide his rapidly warming cheeks, “I’m not asking him out Deku, fuck that.”

“Why not?” the asshole whines, eyes wide and innocent. “You deserve happiness Kacchan. Plus, he seems like a really nice guy.” Midoriya leans forward and adds in a whisper, “I’ve heard he has a fantastic butt.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes and flips him off again, “Fuck off, you can’t say that without actually meeting him.”

“I’ll be back before then. You guys better be dating already when I get there.”

“Stop telling me what to do, shitty Deku!”

“Never Kacchan, that’s what you do for the people you love.”

“Ugh, how are you so gross when you’re so far away, I hate you.”

Midoriya’s laugh sounds tinny over the phone speaker, lacking its usual body and warmth. Bakugou huffs again before picking his novel back up to read.

“Hi Zuku,” Camie calls out from over Bakugou’s shoulder. “You need to come back soon and help me with Kitkat, he refuses to make the first move!”

“Butt out of my fucking love life, you freaks!”

“Can’t butt out of something that doesn’t exist Kats,” Camie deadpans.

Bakugou feels extremely justified in flinging a stress ball right at her. The kitchen fills up with raucous laughter, from his phone and from the person standing in front of him, and Bakugou thinks that adding a deeper, warmer laugh to the mix, coming from a specific redhead might not be the worst thing in the world.

Kiri bakugouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Bakugou what?

Kiri just wanted to say hi <3

Bakugou wth

Kiri we still on fr the gym tomorrow?

Bakugou obviously you dumbass

Bakugou I need you to spot me

Bakugou im beating my personal best tomorrow or im going to die trying

Kiri so manly :O :O :O

Kiri I’ve got you bruh

Bakugou don’t call me that

Bakugou and I know you do

Kiri <3 <3

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Bakugou <link>

Bakugou that playlist you were asking about

Kiri u da bomb katsuki

Bakugou katsuki huh?

Bakugou getting cocky I see

Kiri I mean, weve known each other for like 4 months now???

Kiri ur one of my closest pals

Kiri I don’t have to, I just thought ud like it more than bro

Bakugou I do like it more than bro

Bakugou eijirou

Bakugou I guess ur not terrible

Eijirou ????

Eijirou did you just?? pay me????? A compliment??

Eijirou who r u and wat have you done to katsuki?

Bakugou fuck you

Bakugou just fuck you

Eijirou <3 <3 <3

Bakugou wakes up one morning, approximately 5 months after meeting Kirishima for the first time, with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

His work goes smoothly. The coffee tastes potent and fresh, his body feels fine, his plants are thriving, Camie is busy with her own deadlines and therefore not bugging him, even the sun is mellow and warm; the perfect weather.

The pit in his stomach worsens with every hour.

It doesn’t help that all of his messages to Kirishima have gone unanswered; he hasn’t even been online all day. In the months that they’ve communicated, he’s never gone a day without texting the man, and now it’s like he fell off the face of the Earth.

When it gets closer to 6 in the evening, Bakugou decides to call if Kirishima doesn’t get in touch himself. Because the pit in his stomach is making him nauseous, and he needs to know if the redhead is ok if only for the sake of his own damn health.

He gets a call from an unknown number at 5:20 in the evening. The pit in his stomach becomes a yawning chasm as he picks up the call.

“Hello?”

“Bakugou, it’s Ashido, from the bar.”

Bakugou pulls in a deep breath. “Where is Kirishima?”

“Um, there was an incident last night, at Riot.” She sighs deeply before continuing, “Kiri got jumped in the alley outside by a bunch of really drunk homophobic assholes that saw him turn down some guy’s number. He actually fought them off for the most part, but he’s sustained a broken nose and some fractured ribs. We’re at the hospital right now.”

Bakugou sinks to the ground, his stomach plummeting with him. “Are you fucking serious right now? Fuck-“

“I’ll text you the hospital details, ok? I’m sorry we didn’t call sooner, between talking to his moms and the hospital folks, it slipped my mind.”

“I’ll be there,” Bakugou says, standing up on shaky feet and stumbling back to his room. “Just don’t leave him alone.”

“Never in a million years.”

They hang up and Bakugou changes, hails a cab, and gets to the hospital in a complete daze.

His affection for the redhead, brimming and spilling from every crevice, makes itself evident when he lays eyes on him in the hospital bed and feels a surge of protectiveness. He wants to kill the people that did this, he wants to gather Kirishima in his arms and hold him tight, he wants to crawl into bed with him and talk about stupid shit and see him smile again.

“He’s pretty high on pain meds right now,” Ashido says from somewhere behind him, pointing to his IV lines, “so he’s been saying really funny stuff. The doctors did a full evaluation and said he should recover completely in 5ish weeks.”

Bakugou nods and swallows thickly. Ashido squeezes his arm before leaving the hospital room, shutting the door behind her softly.

Kirishima hasn’t seen him yet, so Bakugou approaches his bed carefully before placing a hand on the guardrail. The noise pulls Kirishima’s attention towards him, and Bakugou’s gut tightens when those large, warm eyes go completely soft at the sight of him.

“Kassaki~” Kirishima slurs, his smile large and dopey.

“You absolute dumbass,” Bakugou chokes out, his hand moving from the rail to grip Kirishima’s tightly. Kirishima’s fingers twine with his own with practised ease and his smile turns gooey.

“Hi Kats, you look beautiful today.”

Bakugou half-laughs, half-sobs and rubs his eyes fiercely. Kirishima’s face is a bit bruised, and there’s a huge bandage on his nose, but he doesn’t look nearly as bad as Bakugou had first feared. The pit in his stomach finally calms, slowly loosening until he can breathe normally again.

“Shut up Eiji,” Bakugou grumbles, sitting down on the chair beside the bed. He leaves his hand in Kirishima’s.

“Ok,” Kirishima agrees easily. It takes 10 seconds for him to break the silence again.

“Hey Kats?”

“What?”

“Are we dating?”

Bakugou startles at that, eyes snapping over to Kirishima’s. He doesn’t look accusatory or hurt or weirded out or anything- merely curious.

“No, we’re not.”

“Oh.” Kirishima frowns, “Why not?”

Bakugou huffs out a small laugh, “Because we’re both idiots.”

“Oh,” the redhead says, then nods. “That kinda tracks.”

“HEY!”

Kirishima’s smile becomes dopey again, eyes crinkling in the most endearing way.

“I really like you Kats. You’re so smart and funny and you always smell like fabric softener, and you’re just like. Really pretty.”

Bakugou feels his face heat up completely, his grip on Kirishima’s hand tightening.

“Just rest, you dumbass,” Bakugou says weakly, his entire body too hot for comfort. He watches Kirishima’s smile become something warm and loving in a way that hits his heart, and he doesn’t let go of the redhead’s hand, right up until the end of visiting hours.

When he exits the hospital alongside Ashido, he feels the last of his energy drain.

“I cant believe we didn’t get to him sooner,” Ashido mumbles, rubbing at her eyes fiercely. “The bar was noisy, and he just wanted to dump out some trash. Hanta noticed he was gone a while before we went out back and found him punching the last dude.”

Bakugou purses his lips. Truth be told, he cant believe Kirishima had gotten so badly hurt so close to his own bar, and he’s pissed as fuck that the idiot brigade had even let it happen, but the sincerity in Ashido’s voice tugs at his chest painfully.

“I’m sure he’ll forgive you.” Bakugou laughs humorlessly. “He’ll probably say there’s nothing to forgive in the first place.”

Ashido’s laugh is hollow, “That’s our Eijirou.” She looks at Bakugou again. “You coming tomorrow?”

He flashes her his best sneer. “You best believe I’m going to come by every single fucking day till he’s discharged.”

Ashido’s smile becomes a little more genuine, a little more well-rounded.

“I’m really glad he has you.” Her voice goes all soft and gross as she continues, “You mean a LOT to him, in case you didn’t already know.”

“Fuck off,” Bakugou mumbles, before waving her off and walking away.

Because he does know.

He also knows he’s falling madly in love with him, and that he’s completely and utterly screwed.

And he finds that he really doesn’t mind all that much. Some people, he rationalizes, are worth the horrible butterflies and the too hot too cold feelings down the back of his spine.

Some people, he realizes, are worth loving with everything you’ve got.

It takes Kirishima five weeks of house arrest to recover completely. Bakugou spends every weekday and a few of the weekends with him, staying over more often than not. He fusses over the redhead, forces him to take his medication on time, and cooks him everything under the sun.

“You’re spoiling me,” the redhead whines when Bakugou serves him what smells like the best mapo tofu he’s ever going to have.

The blonde grins triumphantly, “You’re damn right I am.”

They bicker and banter constantly, but they also curl up and marathon old bond movies at night. Kirishima goes over the bar’s paperwork while Bakugou works off his couch, and they take turns making the coffee. Ruby falls in love with Bakugou and curls up on his chest every chance she gets, and Bakugou laughs at Kirishima’s look of betrayal. The redhead’s couch is ridiculously comfortable, and he leaves his memory foam pillow with the blonde.

“You refuse to take my bed,” he grumbles, “so you damn well better accept my stupid pillow.”

Bakugou’s neck thanks the redhead profusely.

It’s new and weird, living with someone for the first time. Kirishima’s posse are in and out through the day, and Camie comes by just as often, bringing a change of clothes and gossip with her. Todoroki drops in with some high-quality tequila sometimes and Inasa brings his infectious energy, and through all of this, Kirishima remains in high spirits, even if he goes a little stir crazy sometimes.

It’s new and it’s weird, going from casual touches to more loving ones, more comforting ones. It becomes commonplace for Bakugou to rest his head between Kirishima’s shoulder blades on the days that he has a bad time at work. It’s normal for Kirishima to place his head on Bakugou’s lap while they watch shark documentaries. It’s easy for them to bump knees and press their calves together while enjoying their morning coffee.

It’s new and it’s weird and it’s amazing.

Because Bakugou finds himself falling in love with the little things. The way Kirishima sticks his tongue out when he’s smashing the PS5 controller during an especially intense game of Mario party, the way he makes the coffee with a sleepy smile on his face, the way he hums off-key to a song that’s stuck in his head, the way he can understand Bakugou- can differentiate between his frustrated fuck, his bashful fuck, his angry fuck, his sleepy fuck.

And how he accepts it all without so much as a hitch in his step.

Bakugou watches himself fall in love, slowly, and then all at once.

“How is it that he lived with you for almost 5 weeks and you STILL didn’t ask him out? Or kiss him stupid? Or something?”

Sero has a finger pinching the bridge of his nose, the other flexing loosely in front of his chest as he tries to fathom the stupidity of two people that could not be more into each other if they tried.

“I, I uh-“ Kirishima hangs his head, “I have no excuse.” He sighs deeply. “I was scared he’d give me a pity answer cause I was injured and everything.”

Ashido looks over her shoulder with incredulous eyes. “Are you kidding me?”

“What?”

“Eiji, I know you love us so like, if any of us were hurt like this you’d take care of us till we were better too. But do you think someone like BAKUGOU would practically move into someone’s house to make sure they were ok if he wasn’t nuts about them? Really?”

Kirishima’s face flushes, and he waves her away. “I don’t want to read into it. He’s just a really, really, really good guy. And what we have is good, it’s great! We’re bros. Pals. Friends. It’s all good.”

Ashido continues to stare at him for another moment before throwing her hands up and yelling, “BOYS!” She stomps into the kitchen to help Satou with prep for the day.

They continue to stock up the bar, Kirishima assigned to prepping limes and the ice machine, when the door opens and someone steps in.

“Sorry, we’re not op- Bakugou?”

And there stands the blonde with the biggest bouquet of flowers – chrysanthemums and sunflowers – that Kirishima has ever seen. The redhead distantly hears the sound of a door close behind him, and suddenly they’re alone, the tension positively stifling.

“Bakugo-“

“Go on a date with me.”

Kirishima sucks in a startled breath, his heart hammering in his chest.

“Go on a date. With me,” Bakugou repeats, his neck and ears tinging the loveliest shade of red. “The romantic kind. Where we dress up and get food and drinks and fight over the bill and walk each other to the door and get super awkward before we kiss. All that shit.”

Kirishima isn’t sure how it happens- one moment he’s on this side of the bar, the next, he’s jumping across and gathering Bakugou into a tight embrace, mindful of his newly healed ribs but still unwilling to release the blonde until Bakugou returns his hug, burying his face into Kirishima’s chest.

“Is that a yes?” Bakugou mumbles when they finally pull away, his hands fisted in Kirishima’s shirt.

“In every possible language out there,” Kirishima answers, ducking down to softly kiss Bakugou on the cheek. He laughs as the blonde cusses and shoves him away and laughs even harder when Bakugou’s own smile covers his entire face, bright and open and oh so breathtaking.

That smile is Kirishima’s and Kirishima’s alone.

Eiji hiiiiiiiiiiii

Bakugou I swear to god Ei

Bakugou if you’re late for our first date I will find you

Eiji and give me a kiss? :*

Bakugou I don’t kiss people that don’t have good time management

Bakugou so fuck off

Eiji still so mean to me ☹

Eiji I want that kiss tho

Eiji so ill be ready

Eiji promise

Bakugou good

Eiji <3

Bakugou <3

Eiji :D :D :D :D :D :D

Eiji YOU LIKE ME ENOUGH TO SEND EMOJIS HU H <3333

Bakugou it will never happen again

Bakugou so fuck right off

Eiji :”D

Bakugou im outside

Eiji be right there

Eiji <3

#bnha #kiribaku #bakushima #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #flustered #boku no hero #mha #they're idiots your honor #giving out the wrong number au???#if that's a thing??????#this one's a monster y'all

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armysantiny · 3 years

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NCT Dream: Their s/o is passionate about working out

Pairing: ot7 x gender neutral reader // NCT (Dream)

Genre: fluff, humour, headcanon

Includes: going to the gym, teasing, watching a drama, workout schedules, bribing with coffee, exhaustion,

Word count: 1.59k

Warning: I swear like, once or twice lol, Chenle’s one talks about dieting for a moment

Rating: PG

Networks: @kwritersworld, @kdiarynet, @kpopscape, @ultkpopnetwork, @kpopcontentcreatorsclub, @k-dinernet, @lovesick-net, @whipped-kpop-creators, @kafenetwork, @ficscafe, @dreamwritersnet, @neoswitchnet, @nct-writers

Tagging: @teeztheflag, @the-rooftop-fight, @cherry-hyejin || Taglist Form

An: I had fun writing this lol. I would pay good money to watch this happen irl- members under the cut! Oh yeah - @alicanta77 more Jeno!

마크 (Mark)

Something about Mark tells me that he’d be kinda chill about it? You know?

As long as you’re enjoying it, he’s happy

And you’re getting healthier for yourself, so nice!

Flirty (or attempts at flirting lol) comments whenever you come out of the shower

And then you suggest going to the gym together

Not that he doesn’t want to

But he’s seen your workout routine

Safe to say this boy is intimidated

“Wait, wait, wait - go with you?”

Mark doesn’t mind working out

In fact, it’s quite relaxing

But he knows you’re very strict with your sets

He will be sore in the morning if he tried to keep up with you

Tries to bribe you with coffee-

Doesn’t work and you (lightly) drag his arse to the gym

Safe to say he is tired when you two get back

You get out of the shower and you can see this guy knocked the fuck out on the sofa

Let the teasing begin~

Poking at his chest and giggling when he pulls you into his chest

“Markie~ you’re not tired already, are you?”

Doesn’t reply, but sleepily smiles and ruffles your hair

Soft :(

런쥔 (Renjun)

Oh God, this is going to be fun

Renjun doesn’t really go to the gym unless he has to, or really wants to

So he doesn’t mind that you enjoy going to the gym

Bettering yourself, good for you, you know?

But dear God when you mention that you want him to join you

Yeah...good luck with that one

Will come up with every excuse under the sun

This mf really tries pulling the ‘I’m a foreigner, I don’t know Korean that well’ card on you

Like he doesn’t know how to speak Korean- (probably better than you too lol smh)

You kinda just deadpan him and he drags himself to get ready

Whining! Every! Single! Second

From start to finish I swear, Renjun complains constantly omg

When you two get home, the sigh of relief he lets out is loud

“Come on Junnie~ it wasn’t that bad!”

“Babe, I am going to die - how will you make this up to me?”

You come out of the shower after he’s already done and find him pretending to be asleep

“Well, if you’re asleep, I guess I’ll watch the new episode on my own”

Gets up immediately

No way you’re watching it without him

“Oh? I thought you were dying? Looks like you’re fine now~”

Rolls his eyes but he’s smiling

Hugs you and you two catch up on your drama

Cute :(

제노 (Jeno

Considering Jeno seems like the kinda guy to really enjoy working out, I think he’d really like that about you

Like, you’re his gym partner and his romantic partner, what’s there not to love?

That’s probably how you two met each other-

Loves comparing your workout schedules

This time though, Nono wanted to give your workout routine a go

“Are you sure baby?”

Not that you didn’t think he could do it, you just didn’t want him to be too sore to practice the next day

But he’s stubborn lol, and you just oblige

It’s honestly so cute

You’re not even halfway done and he’s already starting to have second thoughts

Thing is, you made it seem easier than it actually was

Obviously you’re feeling a burn from working out, but Jeno is struggling

Takes multiple breaks before you’ve had your first break

You get home and Jeno is already feeling the effects

Laughs when you tease him about it

“How...how do you make it look so easy?”

“Practice~”

Denies that he’ll be sore in the morning and you just shake your head

You wake up in the morning and dear God he can’t move

“Don’t say it...”

“Say what? That I told you so? Okay, I won’t~”

동혁 (Donghyuck)

Oh Imma enjoy this one

As much as Hyuck loves that you enjoy working to better yourself

Do not get that man anywhere within 10ft of a gym

Literally only goes to work out when he has a schedule

Otherwise, you’ll never see him suggest going

So to who or whatever possessed him to jokingly suggest that he should join you in the gym

This guy has some choice words - possibly some swearing involved, who knows?

His dramatic ass will literally put on some over-the-top denial when he sees the smile on your face

Hyuck knows that smile

“Come on hyuck, it won’t be that bad!”

“Oh but it will. Y/n, do you want to kill your boyfriend?”

“Oh stop whining you~, you only have to do it just this once~”

You have to bribe him with his favourite food before he even considers going

And even then, it takes him forever to get ready and go

You’re already on your way and he still tries to weasel his way out of it

Because holy shit your workout is intense

Is dying

Remember when fullsun here had to carry Jeno and he screamed because Jeno was taking the piss out of him?

Yeah - he does that

This mf really tries asking you to carry him when you get home

You do it anyway-

When you carry him bridal-style, he wraps his arms around your neck and ‘swoons’

“My knight in shining armour~”

Cue rolling your eyes at him, but smiling because you love this man too much to be annoyed

Gosh he’s a brat child sometimes but you love him

재민 (Jaemin)

Heyy, 1/2 of my Dream biases, let’s go!

We’ve all seen Jaemin reveal his abs right?

This man is fit-

So obviously, he does work out a fair bit

If not with you, then definitely with Nono

But let’s be real-

Jaemin is literally the least competitive person ever - if not just for NCT

Cannot and will not compete for anything even if his life depended on it

So when you ask him if he wants to join you on a workout session while you’re about to sleep and he agrees-

You’re surprised

Then again, he’s just so tired (poor bby) that he’s barely registering what you’re saying

Until you remind him the following day

Sighs as he drinks his first of many coffees he’ll have

He wants to try and weasel out of it

But you’re giving him puppy eyes and oh gosh you’re adorable oh noo

He can’t say no :(

When ou two start, oh good lord his respect for your dedication increases tenfold

You do this five times a week?

His body hurts in ways he didn’t know he could hurt

Hits you with his ‘sexy~’ when you get out of the shower

Pretends to take pictures of you

“There we go! My star model show me those angles!”

Laughing fits

Even if you’re both sore (Jaemin more so), y’all are so cute

Gimme this please

천러 (Chenle)

Okay Daegal’s dad you’re up next!

I feel like Chenle really encourages you to keep up with your workout schedule

Probably helps with the dietary requirements that come along with it

Supportive boyfriend over here

We live to see it

Enough getting sidetracked, let’s continue

You’d be sitting together for breakfast and its workout day

This man’s curiosity gets the better of him and he asks if he could join you

He’s always been interested in exactly what exercises you do to stay is such great shape

When you go into detail, Lele kinda sits there wide-eyed for a moment

Granted, he works out too to stay healthy but damn your workout is intense

No wonder your body is as muscular/toned as it is

Be he would be lying to himself and you if he said that it didn’t intimidate him

You could probably throw him with little effort-

When you two do get to the gym, oh dear God is Chenle already exhausted

How do you manage to keep up with it?

Scratch that - exhausted doesn’t even begin to describe how he feels

You get home and Chenle is just...dead

Takes a shower and refuses to move once he gets in bed

Prepare to drag his ass out of bed the next day - he aint going anywhere

지성 (Jisung)

This is going to be interesting! Also 2nd Dream bias!

Of course, since Jisung hasn’t revealed his abs, we don’t know exactly how defined he is

But I think it’s safe to assume that Jisung is pretty well built

And he finds it really cool that you’re so dedicated you are to your workout routine

But dear God this kid doesn’t want to work out if he can help it

As much as he loves you, he would be a dirty liar if he said that you don’t intimidate him from time to time

You could probably bench press Jisung without thinking about it

Okay - I’m exaggerating, but you get the point

Kinda like Hyuck, whatever possessed this kid to ask you if he could join you must of had it in for him that day

You smirk, he realises what he just said and starts backing up

“Wait, wait, wait - let’s talk about this!”

“Uh uh, you suggested it JiJi. Come on, it won’t be that bad”

He kinda just goes -_-

Not bad? Not bad for you, you mean-

Does anything - and I mean literally anything - to get out of it

When you aren’t buying it, he deflates and joins you

Is going through it by the time the two of you are halfway

Send help lol

You get home and he’s like “Yeah - never doing that again.”

Help this child lol

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mrsalwayswrite · 3 years

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These Hands Were Made For You (Bill Guarnere x Reader)

Based on this post by @problematicfavesareproblematic because its amazing!

This is my first time writing Wild Bill. Lemme know what y’all think!

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension, palming (is that a warning?)

Words:2600

Tag List: @happyveday @sydney-m @saritanotserena

As soon as you stepped into the barn-converted-to-mess-hall in Albourne, you knew what was coming.

"There she is, fuckin' goddess of war herself! Come to see how the toughest, most handsome sonofabitch in the 506 is doin' this morning?"

You just chuckled and shook your head at his exaggerated smug look. "Yeah, Bill. Something like that."

Guarnere winked at you and you could not figure out how it was possible for such a simple action to be so dirty. The way he tilted his head just slightly, the corner of his mouth lifted in a half smirk followed by a quick wink...you could feel heat pooling in your belly and your breath catch.

The cocky grin on his face grew as he saw the hint of pink on your cheeks. He knew what that wink did to you and he LOVED using it against you.

Bastard.

"Something you need, Y/L/N?" Martin asked from the table closest to the door.

"Yeah, any of you seen Lip?"

Luz answered from the table, cigarette dangling from between his lips. "Think he went back to the house to grab something. Why?"

You waved Luz off as you could see him start to stand, stepping further into the barn. "Just need to ask him something. Winters is in a meeting otherwise I'd ask him."

"Why don't you take a seat, he should be back soon."

"Perfect spot saved right here for the Valkyrie of Easy!" Bill announced, patting the open spot on the bench next to him.

You rolled your eyes but relented, moving past the other table to drop next to Guarnere. On his other side sat Heffron, still looking a bit wide-eyed and nervous that he somehow won the coveted spot with the Toccoa men. Toye sat across, giving you a brief nod when you sat down. Perconte, Christianson, Skinny, and Grant also took up residence around the table. Perco seemed to have been in the middle of telling some overly, exaggerated story.

Most of Easy relaxed in the barn. The Toccoa men were grateful for the break from the front-line and hot food instead of K rations. All the replacements were eager for the next jump, ready to soil their ODs, not truly understanding that war would only take from them, never give. The division between Toccoa men and replacements was painfully obvious.

Heffron leaned around Guarnere to meet your eyes. "Hey, sorry again about the fellas yesterday. They've been like that since training."

"Not your fault, Babe." You shrugged, running a hand through your hair.

"What's he talkin' about?" Guarnere narrowed his eyes at you. Even Toye across the table was staring at you in concern.

"Nothing, Bill. It's fine."

"If you're sayin' its fine then it ain't fuckin' fine." He growled. When he realized you were not going to elaborate, he turned on Babe. "What the fuck happened?"

The redheaded replacement looked like he would rather be anywhere else in the world in that moment than being interrogated by Wild Bill. "Some of the men were...ah, tryin' to...um… proposition her." He finished with a wince.

A long beat of silence.

Then Guarnere exploded.

He pounded the table with a tight fist, the table shaking at the impact. A snarl on his lips, he started to rise from his seat, eyeing the tables further away full of replacements. "Who the fuck was it? Someone from our platoon? Imma fuckin' kill 'em. Who was it?"

"No," you cut in, grabbing his arm and restraining him, hoping to stop him before he worked himself up into a frenzy, "some replacements from third."

He growled but let you pull him back down. "Goddamn replacements. They touch you?"

"No, Bill. I handled it."

Toye spoke up, eyeing his friend carefully as if to see if he was going to have to prevent a replacement's murder or help hide the body. "What you do?"

You smirked, squeezing Guarnere's arm for good measure then pulled your hand back into your lap. "Told them if they tried to pull that shit again, I'd rip their cocks off and mail them to their mothers."

All the men at the table either winced or shifted uncomfortably at the mental image.

"Hey, don't you be touchin' no one's cocks." Bill said, fury still on his face but also amusement.

You raised an eyebrow, "what would you rather I have done? Swung at them? Give Sink a reason to send me packing?"

"Nah, you swing at 'em, they might fall in love." He winked at you again, telling you he knew exactly what he was talking about. Underneath the table, hidden from view, his knuckles skimmed the outside of your thigh. You attempted to hide the shiver that caused but knew you failed when Guarnere chuckled quietly.

"Why would that matter?" Babe asked innocently.

"Oh, here we go." Toye sighed.

"Shut up Joe, the kid asked alright." Guarnere started his story, pleased to have a new, rapt audience. "So here we are, back in Toccoa, right? Most of us have already arrived and started trainin' with goddamn Sobel. Then one day this beautiful broad shows up and we're told she's joinin' the paratroopers. None of us believe it. Why would a broad be joinin'? Don't make no fuckin' sense. So the next day we're supposed to be startin' to learn self-defense and guess who I get paired up with? Huh? Lovely Y/L/N over here. Right, so I'm fuckin' pissed cause I don't wanna be fightin' no broad but Sobel is watchin' like a hawk. I tell her I'll pretend to swing at her and she should just fall down. Play fightin', ya know? Like when youse a kid. I take a swing at her, thinkin' she knew the plan. She easily dodges my swing and before I can right myself, she lands a punch on me. Knocked me flat on my ass and seein' stars. I look up to see this goddess standin' over me, bloody knuckles and all, and she says 'you better get up and fight me like a man before I knock you on your ass again'."

"So, what you do?" Heffron asked, surprise clearly written all over his face.

Guarnere tapped the table with his finger. "What did I do? Well, I got up and told her that when this war is over, I'm gonna fuckin' marry her, that's what I was gonna do."

Those who had heard the story before chuckled while Heffron sat there, head tilted and eyes bouncing between you and Guarnere like he was waiting for the punchline still.

"Why? No offense, Y/L/N."

Guarnere threw his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. "Cause she hits harder than any fella I've ever known, includin' me brother Henry. Boxin' champion that one was. Now if that ain't a reason to marry someone, I don't know what is."

"And she puts up with your bullshit." Toye deadpanned.

You rolled your eyes, sliding out from underneath Guarnere's arm. "That's just words unless there's a ring and I don't plan on marrying for a while yet. Still gotta win a war first." You stood up, smoothing down your ODs. "'Sides, maybe by then I'll find someone who doesn't annoy me so much."

"Nah, you'd miss my handsome face too much."

"You keep telling yourself that, Bill."

"One day you'll come around." He winked, making your insides warm. You would never understand how that was possible. The Philadelphian pointed a finger at you. "You lemme know if any of those replacements bother you again. Can't have those bastards propositionin' my future wife."

"See you later, boys." You said, not even bothering to answer him. You headed towards the door, intent on finding Lipton; but also to get away from the man who gave you such feels without even saying a word. Then when he did speak, complimenting and claiming you in front of the others…. it was becoming harder and harder to keep your hands and your lips to yourself.

*****

You leaned against the doorframe, admiring the man who was too caught up in writing a letter home to have noticed you yet. He twirled the pencil between his fingers as he thought about his words. The chair creaked under him as he shifted, leaning forward against the wooden desk to continue writing. The small bedroom only consisted of the desk, chair and bed. Guarnere's duffle bag was thrown in a corner with things haphazardly pulled out. The NCOs had been billeted in a house together, everyone able to have their own rooms unlike the enlisted men who were forced to share a converted barn.

When you had first met him, and your first real encounter resulted in you punching him, you had thought he was the most unhelpful, condescending, little shit; and you had no problems telling him that for weeks after. When he had bounced back to his feet and proposed...you had laughed so uncontrollably, it had taken a sharp bark from Lipton to get you to focus again.

Over the following weeks, the bastard would openly flirt with you and practically pummel anyone else who tried to. Sometime around Fort Benning, your own feelings toward him started to change. No longer was he a man you loathed. You found yourself happy he was in your platoon, that he hovered around you keeping assholes from other companies away, that you enjoyed his flirting and when you two were alone... you reciprocated.

Actually, the first time you flirted back, he almost choked on his tongue he was so surprised. After that, things shifted between you two.

He continued openly flirting but understood you could not since you were under far more scrutiny and Sobel was looking for ANY reason to get rid of you.

For two years Guarnere had been in your life...and you hoped for the rest of it too.

"Enjoyin' the view, sweetheart?"

You smiled at him as he leaned back in the chair, legs still under the desk. "Should I be?"

He scoffed. "You know you like what you see...I'll tell you though," his eyes raked over you, "you're a fuckin' goddess with a body to drive a man crazy."

You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand to minimize the sound, as he winked at you before turning back to his letter.

"The other NCOs said you were going out tonight for drinks."

"Yeah, yeah. Told 'em if I didn't finish this letter for my ma, she'd jump on a boat and come find me. Got three letters from her already. Last one she threatened to come find me. So, I told the fellas I'd meet them there."

The muffled sounds of the other NCOs drifted up the stairs; they were gathered in the common room getting ready to head out. With that in mind, you moved silently across the room to where he sat at the chair. Coming up behind him, you dragged your hands over his broad shoulders then down his firm chest, stilled his motions.

"Y/N…"

You loved touching him, could not get enough of it when you were able to. What you also loved doing was paying him back for teasing you.

One of your hands continued to travel downward until you palmed his cock. He froze, pencil hovering just about his letter. Without a word, you slowly, torturously, stroked him over his trousers.

"Fuck, sweetheart." He groaned, tipping his head back slightly.

"You said earlier I wasn't supposed to be touching anyone's cocks...does that include yours?"

Turning his head, he looked at you out of the corner of his eye but before he could speak, you took the tip of his earlobe between your teeth.

"Hands on the desk, Sergeant." You growled in his ear.

Immediately, his hands slammed on the wooden desk, palms down. The pencil fell to the floor. Letter now forgotten on the desk.

"Mmm, yes, sir… you keep them there." You continued slowly stroking his cock over his trousers. "You have no idea how bad I wanted to kiss you earlier when we were at the mess hall." You licked up the curve of his ear, feeling him shudder under your touch. Your hand gave him a gentle squeeze as you continued whispering in his ear. "Think I should punish you for teasing me earlier? That wink you gave me...all the dirty images it put in my head. Want me to tell you about them?"

"Fuck, sweetheart, yes."

"I thought about you bending me over one of those tables. Notice how they are at the perfect height? How good you would feel inside me. How deep you would be."

One of his hands started to move off the table, drifting towards where your hand played with him.

You nipped his earlobe sharply, making him hiss. "Hands up, Sergeant, or no reward later."

"You're gonna kill me, darlin'." His hand slammed back on the desk.

You licked a line up his neck before pressing your lips against his ear again. The pace of your hand increased, his chest rising and falling to match. "Remember that time in Mackall where we snuck into the parachute packing building and fucked on the silks. You couldn't wait to get inside of me and almost tore my new ODs. So I made you wait and watch as I started touching myself. After someone came in and we almost got caught."

His hips were now rutting against your hand, the chair shaking with his movements. His hands were in white-knuckled fists on the desks, trembling with his desire to get them on you.

Unable to help yourself, you grabbed his face with your free hand, turning it to press a bruising, messy kiss to his lips. He greedily took ownership of your mouth and deepened the kiss. He plundered your mouth with his tongue, reminding you how his mouth and skillful tongue alone could drive you wild.

Finally you broke away, pressing your forehead against his temple as you attempted to refill your lungs with the oxygen he had stolen. "God, I wish I could kiss you out there. Let everyone know I am yours. Maybe share quarters with you instead of sneaking around like teenagers. Fuck whenever we want."

"I'd be the luckiest, fuckin' bastard in all of Easy. You're mine. My goddess."

"There is one thing I need right now. I need the toughest, most handsome sonofabitch above me. I need my man inside me." You squeezed your hand, making him tip his head back and loudly groan. "Now the other NCOs are just downstairs. Think you can keep quiet?"

He pressed a hard and fast kiss to your lips. "Oh darlin', it ain't me whose gonna have to keep from screamin'."

"Mmm, think you can help me out?"

"I'd do anythin' for ya…." He turned in his seat, hands now stroking your waist with a completely wicked and sinful smirk on his face. "Go lock the door."

You stepped back, admiring the disheveled look on Guarnere, how his eyes blazed with passion and desire. For you. Without tearing your gaze from his, you shut the door and locked it behind you.

"Jesus Christ, you're a dream."

"Only for you. Come on, Sergeant, show me how good you are with your...arsenal."

Before you could move, he leapt out of his chair, making it clatter on the floor as it tipped over in his enthusiasm. He picked you up easily and tossed you on the bed. You laughed only to be immediately silenced by his mouth slamming against yours, a moan drawn from you as his talented fingers rid you of your clothing with an almost inhuman speed.

*****

Later that night Guarnere was quite late for getting to the pub but he did not mind one bit. Especially since his bed now smelled like you…. And he had been able to remind you how much he loved you.

Quite vigorously.

#band of brothers #Band of Brothers fandom #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #bill guarnere #wild bill #william guarnere #bill guarnere x reader #babe heffron #joe toye #mzwrites

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years

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I feel bad asking because I feel like you're probably tired of everyone being suddenly obsessed with your mpreg fic, but Imma try anyway: is there any chance you'd consider writing a little pregnant sex scene, with Sooga just lusting/obsessing over Kohga's giant tummy? I man, Sooga's breeding kink has got to be beyond satisfied now. With a side order of him talking to the babies and creeping Kohga out, because that image is, frankly, hilarious? XD

No no! Ask away for ANY of my fics! Seriously. Stroke my ego. Pls.

(no cap im amazed that out of ALL my fics, the one with preggy Kohga is the one people liked the most. Ya'll fucked. I love it)

"Move move move-"

Sooga didn't mean to be so rude, but in this crowded hallway, he had to be. Master Kohga was awaiting his dessert, and Sooga was running late (some issue with the ice that he SWORE he took care of earlier). Kohga had been greatly affected by the new pregnancy, mainly in temperament. He was bossier, louder, angrier than he had ever been. And Sooga loved waiting upon him. He made his way to his room, carefully opening the door with his tray in his hands. Kohga sat there, nude, save for his silk robe, and looking bigger than ever. He had his arms folded across his chest, clearly not happy.

"You took. SO long, Sooga."

"I apologize, there was a situation with the ice. But, it's here now. Please, enjoy."

Kohga accepted it from him, before turning the bowl over in his hands. If he accepted it, he’d eat it. If he didn’t, well. Sooga would feel his fury. He breathed a sigh of relief once Kohga started to tuck in, seeming to no longer be quite so angry. Sooga put his cup of tea next to him on the night stand. He made it extra hot, so it’d be just warm enough for him to properly enjoy it. Kohga stuffed his mouth full of his dessert, before sighing comfortably. Good, that was a sound that meant he wouldn’t get hit.

“Sooga.”

“Yes, Master Kohga?”

“You keep staring.”

“I...apologize. You being pregnant is still so jarring to me. You...look exactly how I pictured you.”

“Pfft. Simp.”

He chuckled, finishing off his ice cream, and handing the bowl to Sooga. Sooga took the bowl from him, and put it on the tray, right next to the tea. He was about to hand him the drink, before stopping.

“Master Kohga? You look sore. Would you like a massage?”

Kohga thought it over, before shrugging, putting his arms behind his head.

“Yeah. I’d like that actually. Dealing with this is hell.”

“I’m so sorry, my Master. Please, allow me to ease your poor aches.”

Sooga oiled up his hands, before crawling into bed. Due to his rather obvious belly, Sooga had to massage his hands, legs, and shoulders, rather than having him lay down on his back. Not that he minded. He liked seeing Master Kohga like this. Leaned back against his bed, surrounded by sheets and pillows, just letting himself be adored. Sooga's hands wandered from his shoulders, down to his hands. He held onto one of his hands, lightly massaging his fingers in his hands. It felt good, seeing his fiery husband all relaxed, all settled, all...incredible, really.

“About time you finally put some damn work in, Sooga. I was getting SO pissed after my video call with Mipha.”

“Did she say something rude?”

“No, she was hanging out with Revali, and HE called me a lazy ass. I told him ‘I made a lung, the fuck did YOU do today?’. Guy is so stuck up.”

“Crass as he may be, he has talents to back him up, Master Kohga. But of course, you’re in the right.”

“COURSE I’m in the-oh, that’s the spot~”

Sooga chuckled. His poor Master Kohga needed his knuckles cracked occasionally, and he could tell it made him feel SO much better.

“You needed that, poor thing.”

“Ugh, I really did. Now what do YOU need?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re gawking. You want something. I’m in a better mood, so what do you want?”

He loved how well Kohga knew him. He leaned up to him, lightly pushing his mask to the side. He pressed his lips right against his, and felt his body shiver once Kohga’s fingers lightly fumbled with his ears. He pulled away, trying not to show how excited he was from just a simple kiss.

“You. I want you. If I may be so humbled.”

“Can we even DO that?”

“We can, I asked Mipha.”

Kohga snorted, lightly shaking his head.

“Course YOU’D ask, pervert. Alright, alright. Come on then, ravage me~”

Oh this image would be burned into his mind for the rest of his life. The sight of a nude, plump Kohga, arms spread out to embrace him, and a smirk at his lips. Was he a lucky man or what?

“With pleasure, my Master.”

He wrapped his arms around him, embracing him as he smothered his lips in his. He kept going for kiss after kiss, even while he pulled his already hard cock out. He had been aroused since he walked in, and suffice to say, he was plenty ready. He kept himself snuggled between Master Kohga’s legs, as he slowly pushed himself in. He was usually more romantic, but he couldn’t go through the slow process of prepping him, not today. Instead, he kept his hands on his hips, pulling and pushing him in rhythm to his own movements.

“Hoo, look at you today. It’s crazy, I can boss you around all day, and you can still get super hard for me at the end of the day.”

Sooga nodded, letting Kohga just sit there and watch. Kohga didn’t want to do any work aside from checking out Sooga’s frame, and Sooga didn’t mind at all.

“Always. I love it when you boss me around. It means you have a use of me. Means there’s a task for me, and only me. And I’d do anything for you.”

“Stop.”

Sooga whined as he forced himself to stop moving. His cock was already throbbing inside of him, and every fiber of his being hated not making love to him.

“D-did I say something wrong?”

“No. You just whine when I make you stop, and it’s cute. Now, pump my cock for me. I’d do it, buuut well. You’re doing it for me.”

Sooga nodded, obeying him as he stroked his cock, nice and fast, just how he liked it. Kohga chuckled, running his fingers through his hair as he sat there, and enjoyed it. He looked right up at Sooga the whole time, letting him suffer. But Sooga didn’t mind. He liked knowing he was pleasing him. Pleasing not only his love, but the bearer of his children. Then Kohga snapped his fingers, and Sooga finally continued, thrusting himself into his ass while he continued to pump his cock.

“You’re so beautiful, Master Kohga. So precious to me.”

He buried his face in his neck, kissing at his bare, warm skin. His lips roamed from his neck, right down to his belly. Something about kissing them as he did...it did something to him. Kohga cried out as Sooga wasn’t being so gentle as he was a second ago, mainly in surprise.

“Geez Sooga, easy boy, easy!”

Kohga tried to hide his arousal in laughter, but Sooga knew better. The way he started to grumble, the way his grip on his body turned desperate.

“I can’t. I really can’t. Look at you. So beautiful, so full of life.”

“Oh. Oh god dammit this was a pregnancy kink-”

Sooga silenced his lips with a kiss, forcing his moans into his lips. Once he parted, Kohga rolled his eyes.

“You wanna fuck me because I’m pregnant. God dammit, Sooga, I thought you were gonna be fucking normal for once.”

“But you’re SO lovely! Look at you! You’re EVERYTHING I wanted! Not to mention ever since your pregnancy, you’ve been SO full of hormones. I can sense them. I can feel them. You’re so needy and demanding, I adore fulfilling every single need of yours. Be it food, massages, or this. I could make love to you for hours if you let me.”

Kohga wanted to tell him off, but god dammit how can you talk shit when you were getting a lovesick stud fucking you up the ass. He bit onto his knuckle, already feeling like he was leaking precum all over Sooga’s poor hand.

“Whatever, Sooga. Just finish me off, you know I get pissed when I don’t finish.”

“So angry~....do you think they’ll be angry too? How adorable, three fussy little ones!”

Sooga was somehow able to keep up the pace while he leaned down to kiss at his tummy.

“Are you three going to be a problem, just like your father? Are you going to be this cute? Are you going to be as cute as he is? I know the answer to the last one! Yes I do!”

Kohga smacked his face with his palm, sighing. God dammit, why did he have to make it weird when he was getting a full throbbing cock right up the ass.

“Sooga, I do NOT want to nut while you’re talking to three fucking fetusus.”

“But they’re precious! I love them! I love YOU! I care about nothing but the four of you!”

Kohga wanted to tell him to shut up, but Sooga let go of his hip, and smacked his ass. Not a weak smack either. A nice, hard smack that you knew was just going to leave a mark. It was just hard enough for Kohga to cum, getting his fluids all over Sooga’s hand. And Sooga, totally obsessed with his pregnant man, licked it all off his hand, as if it was fresh honey. Kohga sat there, heating up like a tea kettle, as Sooga sat there, awaiting further orders. Kohga nodded towards him.

“Alright, alright. You did good. You wanna finish inside?”

“...can I finish...outside?”

“Where are you-”

Kohga didn’t even know why he asked. He scoffed, and motioned with his hand for him to carry on. Sooga pulled out, and, making sure he didn’t put weight on Kohga, started to pump his cock. It was a slow, tedious stroking that Kohga had no idea how he got off to.

“You’re so full of beautiful life. Three CHILDREN. Oh fuck what if they’re all big, strong boys?”

Kohga mumbled some kind of insult, before he shook his head. Sooga’s ‘dad’ fetish was so fucking weird, he didn’t get it. But hey, he liked sounding and Sooga didn’t, they were both kinda fucking weird. So, might as well indulge him.

“Boys, girls, doesn’t matter does it? Because they’re OUR kids, and our family, and-”

Sooga wouldn’t even let him finish his sentence. He came with a swear, and came on his stomach. A big load at that, all over his stomach. Even then, Sooga wasn’t happy with just that, smearing the mess around with his cock. Kohga rolled his eyes, letting him have a moment to do his weird thing. After a second though, he snapped his fingers, getting his attention.

“You done?”

“I...yes. For the most part.”

“Good, I want a bath.”

“...can we stay for a minute?”

“Fucks sake-you can help me wash this off.”

“Deal.”

Sooga leaned down to kiss his lips, grinning from ear to ear.

“I love you all.”

“God you’re an idiot. Hurry up with the bath, I want extra bubbles.”

“Right away.”

Sooga kissed his stomach once more, before quickly jumping out of bed and into the bath. Kohga sighed, looking at his stomach.

“You guys make him so happy, it’s stupid. You better not steal my spotlight, any of you.”

#asks #Kohga #Sooga #lemon #poor Sooga #dude is just so ready to please Kohga #like Sooga couldn't keep away from him even if he asked

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 3 years

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Behind The Fence

-4- Animal Kingdom

Disclaimer: Please bear with me on this one. This chapter is really dark, so please, please, please continue reading with care! Don't go in there and traumatize yourself if you are uncomfortable with any of the content warnings! I can't stress this enough!!! As with any of my writings it's an outlet to me. As I wrote this chapter I tried to process memories and emotions resurfacing from my very own past. Mentally and emotionally I wasn't on the best of terms.

Summary: You shouldn't have stayed with Craig or the Cody's in general. You knew it wouldn't be any good, but it's too late. The situation flips on you like it tends to with this kind of people around you.

Pairing: female!OFC x Craig Cody

Content warnings: Strictly 18+!, Non-Con, Drugs, Alcohol, Talk about the psychological effects of abuse, Craig being a downright coked out menace, swearing, explicit language

You can read Part 3.2 here!

This night was just perfect for a party I had to admit. Clear sky, a soft breeze and everybody was in a good mood. Well, everybody but Deran apparently, who was sitting by the table, slurping on a Gin Tonic. I had already talked to him a bit about his bar and whatnot, but couldn't really lift his mood. It was somewhat obvious that he was still in shock over the fact that I showed up with Craig. It could literally have been anyone but his older brother. They despised each other even more than I had in mind.

Turning away from Deran I slow danced my way towards Craig, with my hips moving to the bouncy beat of some Latino tunes.

"Hola, beautiful.", he smiled at me and took a sip from his bottle of beer "Are we enjoying the party?" I nodded, returning his smile and dancing up to him closer. Taking that invitation, Craig gently laid his hands on my waist, following my movements. I looked up to him as he leaned in for a swift kiss.

"How's Deran? I've seen you two talking." Craig asked, raising his brows at me.

"He's just a bit off." I answered and shrug my shoulders before I let my hands wander up his chest to sling my arms around his neck. That quite enjoyable moment would've lasted longer if it wasn't for Craig, who continued asking: "He's still pissed at me?" With a sigh I hinted him that I wasn't keen on getting back to that topic once again. "It's him who got all cocky and threw me out that fucking bar..."

"Enough, Craig!", I scoffed at him "Just apologise for once. I'm certain it won't kill you." I didn't expect Craig to be that sensitive with this issue, but in a childish wave of anger he stopped the both of us in our dancing and pulled my hands off his shoulders. "Apologise for what exactly?" To underline his disapproval of my suggestion even more Craig took a step back and lit himself a cigarette. The short flash of fire from the lighter uncovered angry irritation blazing in his eyes. "I was just minding my business!" he rose his voice quite a bit.

"For fucks sake! Keep it down!", I hissed, losing a bit of my temper at him too "Listen...I don't want to pick a fight, just go up to him and say that you're sorry. Do you need mommy to take your hand?" That last comment just slipped my lips before I could recognize how mean it actually sounded.

"I certainly don't!" Craig groaned back at me. Not willing to put up with his mood any longer I turned my head back at Deran who noticed that something was going off.

"Whatever, man... imma get myself something else to drink."

"Sure, have fun without me." As I turned to get back to the table Craig stormed off, snipping the stub of his cigarette to the side.

"Everything okay?" Deran asked as he poured two shots of Sambuca for us. I nodded, clearly exhausted. "Yeah...he's just acting like a dickhead." Raising our glasses to each other we downed the liquor and a second shot followed right after.

"After that incident two years ago he's out of control more than ever." A little confused about that rather specific piece of information I frowned. "What incident?"

"Oh, Craig didn't tell you? Not that much of a surprise actually..", Deran tucked a strand of his blond, slightly curly hair behind his ear and started explaining "He botched a job about two years ago. Pretty big thing that nearly got Pope, him and I killed. Since then he's blaming himself for putting trust in the wrong people." If that story itself wouldn't have been so dramatic I'd laughed at the image of Craig putting trust in anybody but his own ass. "My fucking god..." I muttered, following Derans gaze up to the pool where everybody was cheering at Baz for jumping off the garage roof.

"A lot of shit went down since you left.", Deran lamented "But I'm happy to see you back here." I just nodded, because I didn't really knew how to handle Derans mood either. Apparently aware of my confusion he grabbed what seemed to be a joint that was tucked behind his ear and asked: "Anyway...you in to bring some of the good old memories back, little one?" He grinned at me and watched me pull out a lighter from my skirt's pocket. "You call me little one, blondie? Count me in on that one!" Deran handed me the spliff and I was at the ready to set it ablaze, but stopped. Deran must've thought just the same, because he got out of his chair and asked: "Out of Craig's danger zone, huh? If he's that pissed already you don't need him lecturing you on having a little smoke." "Exactly my thoughts.." I mumbled and walked behind as Deran headed towards the living room and it's lounge area. Before passing the doorway I took a hold on the bottle of Sambuca. Wouldn't let that go to waste tonight.

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With both the weed and booze slowly taking their toll at me I leaned back on Deran, who had his arm loosely swung around me. We enjoyed that calm, peaceful moment looking out of the huge window front that separated the living room from the backyard. From behind the wall of neatly cleaned glass the muted sound of music got threw. To a slow humming bass I let my thoughts roam around. With all that has happened during the past 24 hours I wasn't exactly at the happiest place in mind, but the drugs surely made it bearable. Thinking of which, I spotted Craig by the pool seemingly poking on Pope's nerves.

"Deran?"

"Huh?" he mumbled and sounded as if I'd stopped him from slumbering off.

"Do I actually wanna know how much blow Craig's been doing since I left?" He already had a questionable drug habit when we got together for the first time, but he had it under control for that while. I could imagine it switching back to worse after I'd left. Not to mention how Craig most likely tried to cope with that incident. "Uh...uhm...no, I don't think so." Deran said with a dry undertone in his voice that was answer enough to me.

"I hoped he'd changed..."

"For the better? Quite ambitious, huh?"

I shrug my shoulders in the hope of shrugging off that negative feeling that was nagging at my mood, too. Deran noticed my mood drop instantly and pulled me in a little closer. "Hey, sweety, don't let him stop you from having a good time. Shall we go for a swim? I don't want to waste that nice buzz on an unintentional nap."

"You've got a point there." Yawning we both rose from the thoroughly comfortable chouch. I stretched myself slowly before taking off my top, only to recognize mid-movement that I haven't had a bikini on me. "Fuck...I didn't bring a bikini..." I mumbled into the fabric that was halfway covering my face. "I could just fetch you one from Smurf." Deran offered.

"Geez, I rather go in there butt naked before wearing anything that ever touched Janines tits!" Deran and I exchanged a good laugh until someone else chimed in.

Killing off any good vibes that I so desperately tried to regain Craig's voice echoed through the living room, sounding cold and sharp: "Is that so?" Rolling my eyes at his comment I held the shirt in front of my upper body in a rather sad attempt the make the scenery look any better. Deran and I were just as aware about the kind of hell we had unleashed.

"Out, now!" Craig bellowed at his younger brother that jumped at his words. Right before walking off Deran softly tapped my shoulder, giving me a silent sign of encouragement.

"Listen..." I started off in a calm tone, but Craig interrupted me right away.

"What the fuck are you doing? Leaving me out there just to get laid by him?!"

For a second I held my breath, just to be able to process what Craig just assumed.

"Actually we were about to join you at the pool, but whatever I guess..." I sighed, being too buzzed up to put up with his bullshit.

"Suuuure...and you weren't just stripping down for him, or what?"

"Shall I get in there wearing my clothes?!" He already had me at losing my temper. "Jealous that I'm not doing that for you, huh?" I screamed back at him and simply threw my shirt on the floor. With a face that appeared to be frozen Craig came storming down to where I stood and harshly grabbed me by the waist. His massive body towered in front of me as he leaned in: "Well, since you did that for so long for any horny stranger with a tad bit of cash in his pocket I shouldn't be surprised. Should I have payed you too?" Before the pure hurt reverberating from this comment could break its way, a rush of anger got a hold on me. I clenched my jaw as I looked up to Craig, my heart hammering against my chest in rage. "Yeah...maybe you should have! But you were quite too bothered by snorting that money up your nose!" Trembling I tried to take a step back and shake his hands off my waist, but to absolutely no use. Instead of letting me go Craig pulled me in closer against his body, forcing himself at me.

"Don't you dare to tell me what to do. I'm in charge of this shitshow called my life, so quit your bullshit, slut!" My palms firmly pressed against his chest I tried to get just any space between us.

"Hol' up...asshole! That's what you call 'in charge'? Interesting point of view...You better believe that I'm not your whore. So would you have the fucking decency to let me get stoned in peace?!" My voice wasn't far from breaking at that point and a certain kind of fear was building up inside of me. This wasn't the first time Craig and I caught up in such a situation, but I thought it would talk some sense into him that all these other people were around. I couldn't have been more wrong. He didn't give a damn anymore and to display that, he snapped my wrists from his chest and grabbed my throat. "You...bitch...get stoned when I say you can. That'll be your payment, then."

"Don't you dare to talk to me like that! And get your goddamn hands off of me!" The raging death glare I tried to pierce Craig with couldn't have been any more angry, but it doesn't seem to impress him at all.

"Oh, we ain't done here, babe." He scoffed, effortlessly pushing me towards a door that led to one of the guestrooms. "Craig.." I shrieked, my anger swapping places with paralyzing fear "Don't be like that...please!"

My begging and pleading went unheard as he set one foot in front of the other dragging me along. Navigating the two of us into the guestroom, Craig smashed the door behind him shut. He looked at me with a dangerously calm gaze and pushed me down onto my knees. They made an alarmingly loud cracking sound at hitting the floor on full impact. That sound got mixed with me screaming out in pain. Tears were forming up in my eyes as Craig grabbed me by my hair.

"So...what are you now?" His grim voice seemed to fill the room and echoed in my ears. I knew how this shitshow would play out, but I could barely get myself to say the words.

"...your whore..." I whispered unter my breath.

"And what does a whore like you do?"

"Do as she's told..." I answered, closing my eyes to the misery that was about to come. I just had to play along, only for a few more minutes I told myself as I heard a belt being unbuckled and a zipper being pulled. To at least some kind of relief a switch in my mind finally went off and I felt myself gradually detaching. The drugs surely did help with facing my fate and so I started doing what I did only a night before, but there wasn't a single shred of joy attached to it this time.

The fear I had felt minutes earlier faded into a clean, almost soothing emptiness as I just wished upon Craig to blow his goddamn load already. Off in the distance I heard myself gagging at his hard on, but I couldn't really feel it. It didn't appear to be me who almost choked, it was but my shell that got facefucked. Everything within that could've gotten hurt neatly locked away.

That shell just did it's job and apparently did it well, because a handful of minutes in Craig pulled himself off of me and left my mouth with a load to swallow. Dangerously close to throwing up I wiped my teary face with the back of my hand. A zipper was pulled and a belt fastened.

"Get up." he demanded and so I did. Standing on a pair of shaky legs I watched myself sliding my panties off and handing the piece of fabric to Craig as he wanted me to.

"Well done, baby girl. You know where to get yourself some fix."

Not being bothered to close the door behind him, he left me standing there in my bra and skirt, barefoot and with my soul stripped entirely. I looked through the door that stood agape right in front of me: The party was still going strong and apparently nobody had taken a notice of what had happened behind closed ones.

Breathing slowly I made my way back into the living room where I picked my shirt from the floor and put it back on. The hole that Craig had left wanted to be filled with something, so I took the almost halfway full bottle of Sambuca I had left there earlier, ripped the cap off and downed its contents in one go. The alcohol burned it's way down my throat and washed away the lingering taste of cum. Not at all satisfied I let the bottle fall to the ground where it shattered and reached for a small wooden box underneath the couch table. It was Craig's weed stash that now was righteously mine. He had a couple of joints already rolled in there so I took one of those and smoked that down like it being a cigarette. I knew that I had a mere few minutes before alcohol and weed would sweep me off my feet. To put that time to good use I stumbled off to the pool. The water was brightly lit.

"Welcome to Animal Kingdom..." I muttered to myself before jumping off, eagerly wanting the water to consume me.

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yikeswtfmate · 4 years

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Paranoia

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Paranoia - Players take it in turn to whisper questions to each other, but the responder has to say the answer out loud. If one of the players can't take the suspense and wants to know what the question was, they have to drink to earn the knowledge.

Summary: The gang plays Paranoia. Y/N needs to know the question (and the one time she got the answer).

Warnings: alcohol consumption; swearing; thirst

A/N: imma just leave this here and show myself out

A/N2: i would just like to thank @the-chocolate-moose for not only being the best beta reader in existence, but also for supporting me and loving this series more than me sometimes; she’s the one who knows bonky bonk like no other, so all the soft bean moments were entirely suggested by her; this part would not be what it is rn without her, so thank you i love you

Y/N is the most curious person in the group; so it’s no wonder then that she’s always the first to get piss drunk whenever they play Paranoia. Nat would be a close second, but unlike Y/N, she knows to hold her liquor.

Y/N, however, is now splayed sideways on Bucky’s lap, trying to convince herself that she does not need to know what Clint just asked Steve that would result in him saying “Oh, yeah, definitely Bucky. I’ve seen all of yours at that party. I’m 100% sure.”

If Bucky’s smirk and Sam’s scoff wouldn’t be indication enough, Buck just pats her thigh to keep on to her water bottle. Y/N’s eyes round up just a fraction, which makes him laugh even harder. She nudges him with her elbow, asking for his attention again after he’s turned to watch the game unfold. Nat is laughing at Steve’s question, and informs him she already told him that on his birthday.

Y/N hikes up on Bucky, until they’re at face level. Her palms land on his cheeks a little more roughly than he’d like, and the plastic tiara he’s wearing slips a bit lower on his head. She squeezes his face, leaning forward until their noses are touching, eyes narrowed – probably trying to concentrate on not slurring.

“Boy, are you telling me that you are packing and I had no idea about this until now?”

Bucky laughs out loud now, bumping his nose to hers. His arm goes around her waist and settles her back down onto his lap. Someone yells “gross” at them and a cushion comes flying to their faces, but Bucky easily catches it with his free hand. He doesn’t even look away from Y/N.

“I don’t know your bra size either.” He shrugs.

“You can fucking see my bra size. I can’t see your dick.”

“Do you want to?”

The question would make Y/N’s breath stop in her throat if she were sober, but fortunately for both of them, neither is. Y/N has been asked many questions that night, probably more than anyone else, and surprisingly, there were still many things Bucky didn’t know about her. Like how flexible she can get in bed, which apparently is a lot. So he blames the alcohol for being maybe a little bit horny, a little bit curious, a little bit…reckless.

“Don’t tempt me if you’re not gonna come through.” She growls.

The pout she pulls makes her bottom lip stick out, her tongue darting out to wet it. Bucky’s eyes follow the movement and they fixate on the long line of saliva glistening on the pink flesh. His fingers unconsciously squeeze her thigh, unaware of how high above her knee it came to rest.

“Who said I wouldn’t?”

If Bucky were sober right now, he’d laugh at how incredibly easy it is to get Y/N going. The grunt she lets out and the way her legs press together force his hand to move even higher. There’s too much heat coming off of her, and her eyes dart from his lips to his jaw, to his neck, his chest and slowly over his arm fixed between her legs. He wonders for a brief second whether they should just untangle themselves, blame it on the alcohol and never speak of this again, until she whines the softest ‘please,’ a low sound that only he can hear. They look at each other then, a shared unspoken question, and he doesn’t need more than the deep exhale she lets out.

Bucky picks Y/N up, one swift motion that doesn’t get noticed by anyone around them – the first time he couldn’t be more thankful for Thor’s weird alcohol that gets everyone drunk instantly. She whispers in his ear, making him clench his jaw in concentration. Bucky had no idea his best friend could be this filthy. He needs to close the bedroom door as fast as possible, or he might burst into flames when her fingers are suddenly under his t-shirt, scratching lightly at his skin.

He’s very aware of the way her breath hitches in her throat when he throws her unceremoniously on his bed. He stops for a second to look her up and down, hair splayed all around her burning face, and her chest rises and falls rapidly under what he realises now is a very flimsy top. He notices how it rides up on her abdomen, a flash of skin that he’s never consciously gave much thought, and he’s suddenly on top of her, breathing in her air. Their lips are inches away from each other, his right hand is clutching at her waist, and her fingers easily find his biceps.

A moment of silence, her lips parted, and his mouth is on her neck, sucking and licking at the soft skin. She’s moaning, and he can swear he’s never heard anything sweeter in his entire goddamned life.

“Bucky.” She whimpers, and scratch that, this is the most delicious sound he’s ever heard.

“Baby.” He breathes into her skin. “My baby.”

He leans back in order to help her take off his top, but this time he doesn’t laugh at how she sighs like always when she sees him topless. He’s too focused on ridding her of her own clothes, nearly ripping the front buttons. Bucky has seen Y/N in her bra too many times to count by now, but never like this. Never with hooded eyes and glistening lips, never while whispering his name like that.

So he crashes his mouth to hers – and although this has also happened before, it never felt like this. He’s never taken the time to savour it, to taste her lips, her tongue, to steal her moans and whimpers. He feels dizzy, but her nails digging into his back help him focus. Her heels dig into his thighs, pulling him closer until she can rut against him and he doesn’t need to see the sweatpants she’s wearing in order to know that she’s soaked them through. They’re his, he realises with a smirk.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She moans as his fingers slip under the straps of her bra, his lips on her chest, lower, lower until his teeth graze over the soft round flesh. “Oh God, why haven’t we done this until now? Fuck. James. Please.”

Bucky nearly chokes. He raises his head to look at her and she’s right there – right underneath him: his best friend that he’s known for years and years, eyes blown, biting her bottom lip, hands in his hair, and moaning his name like she’s never done before.

“Baby, are you sure about this?” He asks, suddenly hit by the realisation of what they are about to do.

“Fuck!” She growls. “Buck, baby, do you really think I can think straight right now?”

Y/N leans back on her elbows, breasts right in front of his eyes, and fuck he has never wanted anyone more in his entire fucking life. She takes a look at him and with a sigh falls back onto the bed. Her hands rub at her eyes, muttering under breath, but her legs can’t stop writhing. Bucky places a hand on her thigh, silently asking her to stop, because god fucking dammit he might just cum only from watching her breasts move like that.

The moment Y/N feels him squeeze her leg, warmth seeping through, burning her skin, she makes up her mind. Fuck it, they’ve been friends for so long, they’ve done a lot of shit together, what’s one more stupid mistake?

“Baby.” She whispers, pulling him back over her. A shiver runs down his spine and it has nothing to do with her nails dragging his jaw closer. “Promise me this won’t make us weird. You’ll still be my best friend tomorrow, alright?”

“I promise.” He murmurs, his lips right over hers. “I promise I’ll still love you more than anyone else, I promise.”

She nods rapidly and it’s done. There’s no turning back now.

“Now let me make you feel good, baby. Let me give you what you need.”

Y/N doesn’t even have time to moan his name like she wants to, because the door flies open right when Bucky’s fingers start to unclasp her bra. They didn’t fucking lock the goddamned door.

“Hey, asshole, I need your charger?!” Sam stops in his tracks, voice rising to the level of a high-pitched squeal by the time he processes what he’s seeing.

Bucky is the first to react and he immediately grabs the blanket off the bed, doing his best to cover Y/N up. She squeaks from somewhere under him, but he won’t move until he’s sure Sam can’t see her in her bra – which is stupid, because he’s seen her more than enough times in a bikini, but this is different, goddammit.

“Oh man, if you’re doing what I think you’re doing, Imma get $1000 richer tonight.” Sam cackles.

Bucky finally stands up, throws whatever’s next to him at Sam’s head, trying to usher him out. A lot of laughing, stupid jokes and innuendos later, Bucky manages to close the door and lock it behind him. Turning back towards the bed with a sigh, he sees Y/N sitting cross-legged in the middle of it. She’s put on his t-shirt, and she’s watching him with a grin on her face that still looks a bit dopey.

“We’re never going to live this down, are we?”

Bucky lets out a snort and lays next to her, forehead propped to her knee. Her fingers immediately brush his hair away from his face and he feels as if he’s just woken up from a drug-addled trance.

“I think the moment’s gone, babe.”

“It’s alright, love.” He sighs again. “I think it’s for the best.”

She’s still stroking his hair, as she lays on the bed next to him until they’re face to face. He grabs her hand and interlaces their fingers, needing her to look at him.

“I love you. I can’t afford to lose you because of a drunken mistake.” He whispers.

“It’s alright, baby. I agree.”

A second later, she starts giggling. “Plus, you wanna experience all this sober, when I know exactly what to do to you. HD 4K 27 inch Terminator Glock 47G Blue Steel.”

Bucky looks at her confused at what the fuck she’s saying, then bursts out laughing. “You’re such a fucking dork.”

“With an ass that don't stop, an ass that don’t stop, and think about how I'm gonna feel when I take it all off.” She hums – a song that soon turns into a soft snore.

“Dumbass.” Bucky whispers, but he’s soon fast asleep as well.

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wreckofawriter · 5 years

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Painted Books

Pairing: Young!Sirius Balck x Slytherin!reader

Word Count: 3,297 (I'm sorry I got carried away)

Warnings: Swearing, Underaged drinking, Mentions of alcohol abuse/addiction, Super long

Summary: After a prank Sirius ruins something extremely important to you, so you get pissed. While sneaking around he realizes why you were so pissed and tries to apologize

A/n: Omfg I havent been on tumblr for like a month I'm so sorry I was inactive, high school has sort of been kicking my ass. I hope this super long story makes up for it. I actually kinda like this one alot, hope you enjoy it.

Hatred filled you like air into a balloon. Your blood had been replaced by lava and it was steaming, white-hot through you. Those idiot Gryffindors were going to regret everything they have ever done in about 10 minutes you thought as you looked at your common room. Red and gold covered everything. Every couch, every chair, every table, every wall, and unfortunately for you, every book and paper on the tables. You screeched loudly.

You had simply left for 30 minutes to eat dinner before returning to your homework and now, not only was the positions essay you had almost finished been ruined but so had your charms, Defence against the dark arts and herbology essays. Along with the seven books for those classes you had bought at the begging of the year. There was no way that you would be able to clean the paint off, it was surely enchanted and now you would have to stay up all night finishing essays that would never be even half of the quality the originals were.

As the rest of the Slytherin house began to clean up the mess you had ideas of making a new one. And not of their common room but of Sirius Black's face.

You snatched your soggy papers and books off of the table and stormed out of the room. The second you saw him your anger returned like a boiling title wave. He had just ruined all of your work from the past week and now he was laughing throwing his head back as his shiny teeth flashed and his glistening black hair fell away from his precise jawline and cheekbones. You walked straight up to him and before he could even look at you, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and threw him against the wall holding him there. As you did you heard many people utter gasps of surprise and James yell something but you were defened by wrath. His eyes widened in surprise then relaxed as you saw your small frame.

“You think this is funny?” You yelled holding your paint-splattered papers and books up for him to see.

“I do find it quite amusing.” He answered with a smirk.

You screeched again, shoving your fist upward effectively throwing him back against the wall and jabbing him in the throat. You may be small but you were far from weak.

“Look if you wanted to throw me against the wall you could have just asked.” He winked, his voice coming out raspy from his throat being half closed by your hand.

“You absolute piece of shit!” you screamed, “You just ruined all of my work from this whole fucking week! I'm going to fail because of you!”

“You could just sleep with the professor again.” He sneered Your eyes widened in shock, it had been a year since the rumor of you sleeping with a teacher had ruined your social life and here was this high and mighty asshole, who had slept with half the school bringing it up again. You had had enough. You brought your knee up and as it connected with his crotch you dropped his collar and he tumbled to the ground with a scream.

“You say anything like that again I will break your nose.” You hissed down at him, throwing your ruined essays and books at him. With that, you turned on your heel and left pushing past the group of students that had gathered to watch. Before you could exit the scene a hand grabbed your wrist.

“What the hell was that for? It was just a stupid prank!” James yelled as you snatched your hand from his grasp.

“It wasn't just the prank asshole.” You growled glaring up at him.

And that was the truth it wasn't just the prank. It wasn't your homework being ruined, hell it wasn't even the fact he accused you of sleeping with a professor. All of those things were insignificant to the real problem. He had ruined your books. No, you’re not some Ravenclaw who obsessed over books, and it's not like they were signed by the author either they were simply books. But not to you. To you, they were the extra hours you worked at a stupid coffee shop. They were the late nights and early mornings you had forced yourself in to. They were the reward you got for getting stared at by men twice your age because of the stupid tiny skirt that was somehow considered as a uniform. Hell, you worked all fucking summer. Your whole summer was just dumped in paint by some pretentious brat and his even more pretentious friends.

When you reached the Slytherin common room you were close to tears and when you entered you saw the one thing that could cheer you up. Kathy. Kathy was your best friend, she was also one of your few friends, I mean you were a Slytherin half-blood, you were no Lily Evans. She was also Slytherin and was the good cop to your bad cop attitude. When she saw you she rushed you upstairs as you explained what happened.

Sirius, Remus, and Peter crept quietly (not so quietly) through the halls under the famous invisibility cloak. James stood beside them his head-boy badge shining in the light of his wand.

“Shut up Wormtail,” James scolded, “I think I hear someone.”

They all stopped and listened. With the shuffling noises silenced they could hear something. Laughter drifted through the halls. Soon muffled voices could be heard from some hidden place.

“I think they're in the kitchen,” Remus whispered.

“I hope they’re Slytherin.” James giggled as they approached the hidden door to the kitchen. James poked the bowl of fruit, hitting the apple once and the orange twice. The door swung open into the first layer of the kitchens. They shuffled in James taking the lead they were about to continue through the next doorway when Sirius heard a voice that made him jump.

“Wait!” his whispers called to his friend.

“What?” James whispered back.

“That's Y/n,” Sirius explained.

“Hell yeah this is going to be fun,” James smiled wide happy to catch you out of bed. “Finally get the bitch back.” He began to walk toward the second room in the kitchen when Sirius stepped out from beneath the cloak and grabbed his shoulder.

“Just let me see what she's doing.” He asked.

James’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion he opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.

“Please.” Sirius begged his friend, “Then we can bust her.”

“Fine” he muttered

Remus handed Sirius the invisibility cloak sighing, “This better be quick.” disapprovingly

Sirius rolled his eyes throwing the cloak over him and walked into the next room what he saw made his jaw drop.

There you sat, on the kitchen floor in nothing but a deep green crop top and a pair of shimmery silver booty shorts. Your y/h/l y/h/c hair was cascading down your back like a waterfall that seemed to glow in the candlelight. Next to you sat a brunette girl in a hoodie and sweatpants that Sirius recognized as Kathy Underhill. In your right hand, you clutched a bottle of fire whiskey and in your left, you held a spoon filled with chocolate ice cream from the carton at your feet.

“You know everryboddy thiks that imma stuck up bish now right?” You slurred, clearly drunk.

“I'm sure they don't,” Kathy said clearly sober.

“Oooohhh yeahhu they do.” You continued. “They’re all wike look at that tempershmental bitch who cants take a joke, wow somebody locks her up shes crazy, she fucked a professor for an and she is sooooo stuck up.”

“Well it's not true,” Kathy said grimacing as you took another swig from the bottle.

“SOO WHAT?” You shouted, your voice suddenly rising as you did from your crossed legs dropping you spoon on the ground, “What am I gonna say, I'm not shtuck up my mom is a alchohalic that blows her money on booze and I had to work all fucking summer in a shitty Cafe where middle-aged men stared up my skirt, to afford the books that the two ashholes you call “funny” you added very dramatic air quotes on the last word. “Ruined for a stupid prank ecaus they are stuck ups dicks who shove money up their asses for fun.”

Sirius’s eyes widened, he really shouldn't be listening to this conversation.

Tears began to fall from your eyes in large drops and Kathy sighed as you started to blabber nonsense.

“Alright sweetie, let's get you off your feet before your trip and kill yourself,” Kathy said rising toward you. You continued to sob as she took the bottle from your hands and helped you to the floor where you buried your head in her lap as she stroked your hair.

“Looks like imma just like my-” You hiccuped “- my bitch of a mother.” You groaned angrily.

“Hey honey, you will never be like that woman, I promise.” Kathy soothed, “I promise.”

“Your the best. I love you” You muttered as you began to drift into sleep.

“Love you too.” Kathy sighed.

Sirius was so caught up in the scene in front of him he almost forgot about his friends who were waiting for him. He quickly turned and walked back to the second room where he removed the cloak and looked at his three wide-eyed friends.

“Oh shit,” James muttered as he looked at Sirius who looked on the edge of a breakdown. Without another word, Sirius thrust the cloak into his friend's hands and bolted.

Of all the people he knew what it was like to hate your mother, to have nothing, to work your ass off for things that are ruined by someone who had so much more. Now he had caused that pain. He had ruined your books. He had destroyed your hard work. He had caused those tears that sprung from your eyes. He had become what he hated most.

Sirius may be fast but James was faster, and he caught the young boy’s wrist before he could escape to god knows where.

When Sirius world around James saw something very rare in his eyes, tears. They were glassy and full. One cascaded down his cheek leaving a shimmering river in its wake.

“Sirius it's not your fault.” He said looking at his friend quite concerned.

“I ruined her books.” he sniffed,

“We didn't know, it's not our fault her mom’s an alcoholic,” James explained.

Sirius glared at his friend ripping his hand from James's angrily, “Would you have cared?” he asked bitterly.

“Of course I would,” James said sincerely

“I don't think you would have,” Sirius seethed taking a step towards him. “You have always had everything, the parents, the money, the house, the smarts, the skills, the girlfriend. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO HAVE NOTHING!” He yelled his face red with fury, “So you don't know what it's like to have the one thing you did have ripped from you.” He whispered stepping away from his friend taking a couple of steps turning and sprinting back to the common room.

The next morning Sirius woke to see a stack of books on the end of his bed with a note stuck on top.

“Your right, I'm a dick, now please go give that girl these books and essays before I feel even more like shit. P.S you owe Remus big time for the essays” Sirius lifted the note to see a stack of brand new books and on top four essays each with the name Y/n Y/l/n printed in your handwriting on top. He then glanced at the stack of paint covered books in the corner you had thrown at him, they were still there covered in paint. Confusion covered him He then remembered who he was friends with and smiled.

“James you idiotic genius.” He muttered looking at each perfectly crafted essay. His eyes were shining.

You woke to a less pretty sight. Your head throbbed as you sat up in your bed groaning, you looked at the clock, you still had an hour till your first class but you were too hungry to pass up breakfast, even with your head about to explode. You got up stretched moaning at the pounding in your head and changed into your robes. You headed down to the grand hall after downing five Advils.

When you arrived you saw Kathy chatting with a few other girls you knew. You sat down next to her grabbing the pot of coffee of the table and dumping it into your cup as Kathy greeted you.

“Damn Y/n you look like shit.” a girl named Emma said.

“I feel like shit too.” You answered as you took a massive swig of the coffee.

“You stay up late finishing your essays?” Another girl asked.

You groaned throwing your aching head onto the table as the essays that you had forgotten about reentered your half-awake mind.

“I swear next time I see one of those four assholes I'm gonna put them six feet under.” Kathy hissed.

As if on cue Sirius Black tapped your shoulder. You spun around and were about to speak when Kathy rose, “I think she's seen enough of you Black.” she said sternly.

“Look I know I was I dick I just want to apologize,” Sirius mumbled seeming very uncomfortable as all the girls at the table glared him down.

“She doesn't need your fake apologizes, she’s had enough for a lifetime,” Kathy growled.

“It’s fine Kath.” You sighed, “I'm way too hungover to deal with him asking all day anyway.” You grumbled quietly to her.

She huffed and sat down glaring the boy down as she retracted to her seat.

You looked up at him waiting.

Sirius flashed bright red, an unusual sight, “Oh um I thought I could talk to you in private.” he asked his voice fading in the last words as he scuffed the ground with his feet.

You sighed, “If this is another prank Black I will break you back.”

“No no no I swear it's not.” He said hurriedly.

You groaned standing from the ground and following him out of the hall, still feeling like shit.

“Look, before you break my back can you let me finish what I’m saying?” He asked nervously, You had never seen the boy so nervous.

“Depends on what you say.” You answered narrowing your eyes.

“Alright then here goes,” He sighed “So me and the rest of us were with James last night and we umm heard you and Kathy, and I just-” He was cut off by a fist hitting his jaw.

“YOU ASSHOLE!” You yelled as you realized what he must have heard. Anger once again overrode your systems and you glared at the boy in front of you, “I swear to Merlin I'm gonna drive my-”

He slapped his hand over your mouth muffling your shouts. “Please just listen,” He begged, “Please.” when you looked at him you saw something you had never seen on his face before, desperation. This made you stop nodding as he slowly removed his hand from your mouth. Today was full of new experiences.

“Look I just wanted to say I'm really sorry for ruining your books and that I was a dick and well here.” He said as he reached into his bag and took out a bundle of books and papers.

You gasped when you saw the papers were essays, in your handwriting but much better than you ever could have written, and the books were all of the ones that had been ruined in paint except they were all hardcover and pristine as if they were bought last night.

“How did you….??” Your voice trailed off as you scanned the papers and books.

“My friends may be idiots but they’re geniuses.” He chuckled nervously.

Your amazement was replaced by rage (again) when you realized what was happening and anger flashed in your eyes, “I don't want your pity, Black.” You seethed handing his books back.

“No no no, it's not pity please.” He said as you turned to go.

“What is it then?” you glowered.

“It’s empathy ok? I know what it's like to have an asshole for a mom who never did anything for you ok? I know what it's like to have nothing. I know.”

You stared at him confused, what did a pureblooded rich kid know about that?

“Look my mom kicked me out last year, I mean not out of the house but out of the family. She disowned me and I get it, it sucks. I just got lucky to have amazing friends like James whose parents are super cool.” He sighed handing you the books back, “I was a dick, I’m really truly sorry.”

Your mouth hung open eyes wide. How had you never know this? You knew his brother and him didn't exactly get along but you never knew anything like that had happened to him. And then you did the last thing you expected you would ever do. You took two steps forward and hugged him. Dropping the books and papers on the floor, you wrapped your hands around his waist and buried your head in his chest. At first, he was surprised but it only took him a second to react and he wrapped one arm around your waist to the small of your back and his other around your shoulder resting his hand on the back of your head and pulling you closer to him.

You noticed he smelt of mint and smoke as you let your tears fall from your eyes, soaking his robes.

He buried his head into your soft y/h/c locks and he smelt pomegranate and ginger with the slight tinge of vanilla linger there. His eyes filled with tears and he squeezed them shut as he felt your body shake with sobs. You don’t know how long you stayed there but you wished to forever. When you did pull away your eyes were puffy and red as were his. You were about to turn to pick up the books and papers that were scattered on the ground when Sirius spoke.

“Hey Y/n one more thing.” He said.

“Wha-” his lips collided on yours and it was your turn to be shocked. After a second you melted into the kiss and leaned back into his minty scent as you felt his toung run along your lower lip, you tipped your chin upward giving him better access to your mouth. As his hand found the side of your cheek and yours found his hair. You pulled away after a few seconds later gasping for air.

You looked up at him cheeks flaming red, “Sorry I pushed you into the wall” You paused, “And kneed you… and punched you in the face”

“You could make it up to me by got to Hogsmeade with me this weekend.” He suggested voice barely above a whisper as he stroked your cheek.

“Sound good.” You giggled just then you glanced at your watch. “Shit!” You yelled quickly gathering you new books and essays from the ground. “I've got to get to Herbology!” you turned, turned back placed a quick kiss on Sirius' cheek, “I'll see you later.” You said before dashing out the doors onto the grounds. As he watched you go he touched his flaming cheek with his hand. A few seconds later James walks up next to him.

“She a little less pissed?” he asked nervously.

“You have no idea how much I owe you right now.”

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thinkyoureholy · 5 years

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Soul Eater [1]

[A/n : no one asked for this but I'm doing it anyway]

[Disclaimer : Do not feel like you need to be in a romantic relationship to be happy or to no longer feel lonely. Yes, I understand others are capable of making you happy but if you go out looking for a relationship for the sole purpose of just being in a relationship or because you’re the only one in your friend group that’s single at the end of it you’ll just end up worse than when the whole charade started.]

Pairing : Jung Yunho / [fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Future Smut, Character Death?, Demon!AU

Words : 2.3k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9.

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-Yunho's P.O.V-

I sat back as I watched all my friends with their significant others. I scoffed bitterly when I saw the small lingering touches or looks they'd give each other. Okay, so I was bitter about being alone but if at least one of my friends was single I don't think it would've been much of a problem but no. Every single one of them had someone...all except me. I don't even know why I always agree to go out with them when it always ended up with me feeling sorry for myself.

"I think imma head home now...I'll text you guys later." I grumbled out as I rose from my seat, downing the last of my drink.

I turned on my heel and left, ignoring their calls for me. The cool night air felt nice compared to the stuffy air in the bar. I sighed heavily, stuffing my hands into my pockets as I made my way home. I don't remember when I became so bitter about being single, I used to not care a few years ago but now it was like I did a whole 180. I think my age has something to do with it but I'm only twenty-four. I guess seeing everyone my age in relationships has me feeling like I should be in one too, which by the way was complete bulshit.

Maybe I was just feeling extra bitter because my last relationship...well it didn't end well. All we did was fight and...fight some more. I can't even remember if I was even happy at all through that whole relationship. She was overly jealous and demanding and I apparently wasn't there for her enough. I rolled my eyes at just the thought of her, my annoyance doubling.

"Ah screw it!" I shouted, kicking at a rock that lay in my path.

I watched it go flying, my eyes going wide when it hit someone in the shin. I quickly started apologizing, closing the distance between us to make sure she was okay. I recognized her the moment I looked at her face. Y/N...she lived in the apartment above mine. She was a bit of the grumpy type, I don't think I've ever seen her smile let alone heard her laugh. That thought always made me frown since she was beyond beautiful. What could've happened to make a girl like her such a grouch?

"If you're going to throw a tantrum try making sure no one's around." She said in a bored tone of voice, looking down at her shin for a moment before looking back into my eyes, "You know, not only are you embarrassing yourself it's embarrassing for anyone else watching."

And with that she left, walking into our apartment building. I stared after her, my mouth hanging open. Anyone can correct me if I'm wrong but I think I was just insulted. I scoffed, combing my fingers through my hair before following after her. I squeezed through the elevator doors just as they were closing, pressing my floor number before turning to her. She didn't even look me in the eye as she stared at the closed elevator doors with an expressionless look on her face.

"I wasn't throwing a tantrum...I just got annoyed for a second."

She remained silent for a second, her eyes still focused on the closed doors in front of her. I thought she was just going to ignore me when she finally met my gaze.

"Why are you explaining yourself to me? It's not like I care."

I opened my mouth to respond but immediately closed it. As I stared at her I was unaware that the elevator doors had opened.

"Aren't you getting off?"

Her question threw me off guard as I looked around, finally realizing that it was my turn to get off. I quickly got off before the doors closed. If I had been a few seconds later I would've had to ride the elevator up then come back down. I continued to stared at her, unable to take my eyes off her face. Just as the doors were about to close shut a smirk found its way onto her face, an amused look shining in her eyes.

…...

"For the last time I'm not going, Mingi." I all but yelled through the phone.

I had the phone on speaker, my hands preoccupied. I set my jaw at the chuckle that came through the phone. It wasn’t even a chuckle, it was more of a snicker. That asshole…

“What? Don’t like being reminded of how lonely you are?” He teased, the others chuckling at his words

“Fuck you, Song Mingi.”

That was all I said before hanging up, throwing my phone across the couch and continuing the game I was in the middle of when he called. But his words just pissed me off so much I wasn’t able to concentrate.

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I lay on the couch, not doing anything in particular, mindlessly staring up at the ceiling as I tried to clear my mind of any and all thoughts. Or at least that was the plan until I heard loud cursing coming up through the floor. I groaned out loudly, turning onto my side and stared at the floor with a glare, that idiot. I waited for him to stop but he just seemed to get louder with each passing second. It was only when he had been going at it for a full minute did I knock against the floorboards loudly.

“Yo, 305! Shut up before I come down there and shut you up myself!” I shouted, immediately hearing a timid apology followed by silence.

I sighed, turning on my back once again, laying my arm over my eyes. It had been quiet for a good ten minutes before I heard him at it once again but louder this time. I ground my teeth together and sprang up from the couch. Grumbling to myself I angrily put on my shoes before making my way down to his apartment, slamming my door loudly behind me. I skipped the last three steps and jumped down, turning the corner to where his door stood. I didn’t hold back as I banged against the door loudly, the door shaking at the force I was using. I didn't stop until he opened the door.

"Look I don't know why you're yelling and frankly I don't care. But keep it down. Some of us are trying to sleep!"

"It's two in the afternoon…"

"I don't care what time it is! Keep it the hell down, 305, before I shut you up for good." I spat out before turning on my heel and beginning to walk away.

"I have a name you know."

I froze in my tracks, my hands clenched into fists at my side. Before I could stop myself I turned back around and marched back to his door. A look of panic crossed his features as he closed the door just before I got to him. I kicked at the door in annoyance, hearing the lock clicking.

"Don't get smart with me now, 305. I assure you you'll come to deeply regret it. So keep it down if you know what's good for you." I threatened him through my teeth.

And you don't want me to know your name because the moment I do...it's over for you.

With that thought I turned on my heel and went back upstairs, taking the stairs two at a time. Once I was back at my place I plopped back down onto the couch, sighing heavily. I closed my eyes, trying to get back to that calm and comfortable state I was in earlier but it was easier said than done. I sighed once more but this time it was out of frustration. I sat back up, stomping my foot on the floor quite loudly to signal to that idiot that I was still pissed. Well there goes my one day of lazing around. I had been working non stop these last few weeks and today was the only day I had where my schedule completely empty. If I had known life would be this stressful I never would've become a-

"I'm telling you man, my neighbor, she is trying to kill me! I wasn't even being that loud and she came down here banging on my door like a madwoman!"

I looked down at the floorboards at the sound of his voice, listening intently to what he was saying. It's not like I really cared what he thought of me though. He could think the worst of me and I still wouldn't have it in me to care.

"Dude, I swear to God my life flashed before my eyes."

I flinched at the word 'God', a chill running down my spine. I exhaled deeply through my nose as I rose from my seat, ignoring whatever the hell he kept blabbing about and heading for the kitchen. I had just made it to the counter when my surroundings suddenly changed. I looked around with a bored expression before sighing heavily, catching a glimpse of my true appearance in the glass across from me.

"Why does someone always have to call for me even on my day off? I'm not the only damn demon in this city you know." I murmured, staring into my own reflection, my pitch black eyes staring back at me.

I let out a soft sigh, closing my eyes for a moment and tilted my head from side to side, stretching the wings on my back, "Now, what do you want?" I asked, getting straight to the point, examining my black claws absentmindedly.

“I...I…”

I looked up, my eyes meeting hers. She flinched when our eyes met, taking a step back. Ah, this must be her first time. She must not know that I can’t touch her...at least not with this damn pentagram in tact. I smirked, a mischievous look crossing my features, That doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun, right? Without a word I stretched out a wing, the end of it almost touching her face when she fell back, a yelp falling from her lips. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the pure terror that was on her face. With a grin I crouched down in front of her, hugging my knees to my chest, I reached out a hand but she dragged herself back pretty quickly.

“D-Don’t come any closer…” She barely managed to get out, her voice trembling with every word.

I frowned at her words, letting my hand fall back to my side. I poked the inside of my cheek with my tongue, her words irritating me. She’s the one that summoned me yet she doesn’t want me to come any closer? Humans…

“Fine. What do you want? You still haven’t told me yet and my time is very precious.” I said in a firm and serious voice.

She stayed silent for a moment, as if trying to remember what she called me for. It didn’t really take her long to remember, the look in her eyes darkened significantly, her hands clenched into fists. She pushed herself off the ground and stood in front of me, a determined look on her face. I couldn’t help but smirk as I too stood to my full height, silently waiting for her to speak.

“My step-sister...I want her gone. She’s always getting all the attention and praise and I get tossed aside every time. Even my own father favors her over me.”

I raised a brow at hearing her words, my eyes finally seeing her aura. Ah...it’s green...and very dark. This is a common feeling among those that summon me. At least half of them ask me to get rid of someone because they want the attention all to themselves. I sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time today, actually feeling sorry for people like her. Pity and a bit of anger were all I felt for these humans who thought summoning me was their last hope in life. It angers me because the price they pay for what they ask for is far too great. And to see them agree to my deals for something so trivial...they don't know how good they have it.

"Fine. But I'm sure you know I require something in exchange…"

"I'll do anything! Just please...help me."

I gave her one last look before closing my eyes for a moment, "What's your name?"

"Yonomori Momo."

"Momo...kindly undo this pentagram. Even just disrupting the line by smudging it will allow me to leave. But as of right now I can't even step over it without experiencing excruciating pain and I'd rather not go through that today."

"But your wings…"

"Ah. These wings are just a mere extension of myself...it doesn't really count if these go over but if let's say my leg or hand went over…" I trailed off, hoping she got my point.

“But still…”

I sighed, again, rubbing a hand over my forehead as I looked at her in exasperation, “Look, I’ll bring up these issues at the next demon meeting but right now I need to get out of here so I can seal our deal and get rid of that step sister of yours. So are you going to let me out or not?”

She hesitated for a moment before smudging the line with her foot. The moment she did that I finally felt free. I stretched my arms up high towards the sky and stepped out of the now ruined pentagram. I gave her a smirk and placed my hands on her shoulders.

"Yonomori Momo, your soul is now mine." I said with a grin, my blacks eyes sucking her in and trapping her in my gaze.

[A/N : I still haven’t figured out how often I’ll be updating this but I’ll let y’all know by the end of the week.]

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lemonlushff-iy · 4 years

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Yeah...I suck at this. Swear it’s the last one till March 14. Part two was too gut punchy to just leave it there.

Fic inspired by @clearwillow‘s “New Moon Ride”

Read Part One of One Last Ride here.

Read Part Two of One Last Ride here.

One Last Ride: Part Three

His parent's house was just as she remembered it.

It was a quaint, two story farmhouse with white siding and a wrap around porch. His grandfather and built it years ago, and it had been passed down to their only child when he passed - Inuyasha's father, Touga.

Kagome hadn't been well acquainted with his grandfather at the time - she had only been eight when he passed - but she had remembered seeing Inuyasha when he came to visit him before they had moved in.

He was the cute little half demon boy that would play in the creek running from behind his house to behind their house because he had wandered too far from his grandparent's land. Eventually, when they moved in, he became the cute little half demon boy who would climb their tree and throw rocks at her window to get her to come outside and play. The cute little half demon boy who fell out of that same tree once and landed on his arm the wrong way and broke it.

She remembered that day well. He picked out a red cast and was so downtrodden...she made her dad drive her over and brought him the last of the ice cream from their freezer. They sat on his porch, splitting it from the same, waxy paper box while their parents sat inside, drinking decaf coffee and talking. She could remember how the setting sun washed over them, making his gold eyes shimmer as she had the honor of being the first person to write on his cast.

And then…

Then she had given him his first kiss. It was only on the cheek...but the look on his face…

That had sealed their fate together.

"It hasn't changed," she commented as they got closer to the house.

"Don't tell Ma that," he snorted. "She had us out here a few weeks back repaintin' the whole damn thing."

"Is that why it looks so clean?" she joked, but he didn't reply. "Well...you did a lovely job."

"Thanks," he whispered, and she felt him pull her closer as if forgetting himself for a moment as he guided Bessie over to the porch. They came to a stop, and she waited for him to move, but he didn't.

"Inuyasha?" she breathed, silently asking him what was going on as his fingers flexed against her waist.

"I...I know it'll be hard," he began, swallowing, "but let's try 'n be civil when we go in. Please? For Ma?"

"Of course," she whispered, turning around to look at him. He looked so...sad and shattered, like that little boy who fell out of the tree and broke his arm. Her heart ached to comfort him and kiss away his tears...but she couldn't.

That wasn't them anymore.

"You…" he began, his eyes landing on her lips before he shook his head.

"What?" she pressed.

"You still smell good," he admitted, and she felt herself soften. She knew how big that had always been for him. Dog demons had such sensitive noses...and even though he was only half human, he hadn't been an exception to the rule. "It...it would be so much easier if I didn't…" he sighed, dropping his head for a moment. Finally, having composed himself, he let go of her, swinging his leg around to dismount before reluctantly offering her a hand.

She took it and ignored the way her body still sung at his touch, accepting his help to step down from the mare.

"Why don't you go on in?" he encouraged once she had her feet on solid ground. "Ma will kill me if I don't wash up a bit first."

"Ok," she nodded, smiling. It was nice to know that she hadn't changed either. "Do you want some help," she asked before her brain could stop her, almost as if on reflex. It was like she had slipped back in time to seven years ago. She hadn't even thought about what she had said until the words were out of her mouth.

"I...No," he replied awkwardly, his chest letting out a hurt sigh. His pain was tangible...she...she hadn't meant it. She hadn't wanted to rub salt in the wound. "I can hose off just fine on my own now."

"Of course," she nodded, turning on her heel and heading inside. She carefully opened the storm door. The old hinges squeaked noisily as she entered - the plastic clattering shut behind her.

She hadn't realized how much she missed that sound. Or how hard her heart would clench when she heard it.

It was the sound of her childhood.

The sound of them running in from the yard for a popsicle after playing during long, lazy summer days. It was the sound of Inuyasha chasing her to the family room before they started working on their homework together. It was the sound of his parents returning when they were upstairs in Inuyasha's bed with their hands and lips all over each other's bodies.

Good lord. How they had never actually had sex, she still had no idea...Only, that wasn't true.

It was...it was too scary at the time.

Too big a step.

They were young and adventurous...and...while he had made it clear that if she wanted to go further, he absolutely would...she hadn't quite been that adventurous. She had been shy and nervous and…

She sighed.

She would have much rather slept with Inuyasha than waste her first time by getting drunk at a college party and screwing around with the first thing that had a dick.

Hindsight was 20/20.

She looked around the kitchen and got out two glasses to fill with cold water from the pitcher in the fridge, knowing that Inuyasha could use a drink whenever he came back in. It was hot out there, and he had been working hard and—

"Boys? Are you back already? That was faster than…" Izayoi gasped, clearly not expecting to see the raven haired woman now standing in the middle of her kitchen with two glasses of water. "Kagome?"

"Hi Mrs. Takahashi," she greeted weakly. She was sure she was giving the poor woman heart failure right about now. It wasn't like...things weren't what they used to be. Seeing her wasn't as normal or as common an occurrence as it once was.

She watched as Izayoi blinked hard and long as if she had to have been imagining the woman in front of her.

"Kagome," she whispered still in shock. "What are you doin' here?"

The sound of the storm door creaking open and slamming shut again drew their attention to Inuyasha as he walked in, rubbing his face with the hem of his shirt. Water beaded up on his skin, making it shimmer in the kitchen light.

Kagome tried to not let the view affect her.

She really did...but he had really matured since she last saw him and...well...she was only human ok? A human with eyes. A woman with red blood, and it was all working against her right now.

The fucker. The way he smirked at her told her that he was doing it intentionally, too. Like he wanted to remind her of what she had given up...and how much better it was now. It was like he was saying, 'and to think...all this could have been yours'.

He let the hem of his shirt fall as he greeted his mother with a hug, barefoot from ditching his shoes outside the door so he wouldn't track mud in. She always yelled at the "boys" for tracking mud in.

"Her rental car broke down just outside the ranch," he explained, raising an eyebrow at the glass of water she offered him. She wanted to roll her eyes and tell him that it wasn't poisoned...but they had agreed to be civil for the sake of the woman in front of them. "The engine overheated. We have to wait until it cools down before we can do something about it."

"So you came here?" She asked tightly.

Oh.

Good.

She was thrilled to see her too.

Had she pissed off everyone in his family?

"Yes Ma," he sighed, downing the glass of water. "It's closer than her family's ranch, and the car broke down here. It made sense."

"I see…" Izayoi replied, glancing between them.

"It's ok, Ma," he gently reassured her. "Imma big kid now. I can make adult decisions," he tried to joke lightly, but it didn't ease his mother too much.

"Well Mr. Big Kid - Kikyo called while you were out," Izayoi informed him, leaning against the door frame leading from the living room into the kitchen.

Kagome watched his puppy dog ears perk up and felt her heart sour.

Kikyo? Really?

Were they...were they dating now?

She tried to mentally shake herself, but it was hard. Kikyo had always been interested in Inuyasha. She shouldn't have been surprised...Yet…

Was he really replacing her with Kikyo?

Whatever. He wasn't hers anymore. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted. It didn't matter. But...why the hell hadn't he brought it up when he was asking about her "pet cat". That was just…

Rude? Deceptive?

It wasn't fair that he seemed to know a hell of a lot more about her than she did him.

"Oh yeah? What did she want?" He asked, drawing her out of her thoughts. His smirk grew at the mention of Kikyo as he went to refill his glass of water.

"She said something about going to the Rusty Bucket after you go to the highschool to help set up for graduation tomorrow. I thought I'd let you call her back and get all of the details."

"Yeah. It sounds fun. I'll call later after we get her situated," he grinned tilting his head towards Kagome.

He was loving this, wasn't he? This was everything he could ask for...being able to show off his new life. Show her how fine he was without her. Show her how much he didn't need her. She was sure it was all kinds of fucking satisfying for him.

"Rusty Bucket, huh? I haven't thought of that place in a long time."

It was their local bar. Well...local being the operative word. It was the bar in the closest town...the truest definition of a dive bar. Dark lighting, pool tables, a mechanical bull...top it off with sticky furniture and greasy food? Perfection.

"We weren't exactly old enough ta get in when you were here last," he grinned.

"I've been a few times."

His smile faltered at that.

"Huh. Shame I didn't run into ya."

Running into him wasn't exactly her goal when she went. Running into him was never her goal.

"Have you called your mother yet, Kagome?" Izayoi asked, running interference between them. "I'm sure she must be worried sick about you."

"No...not yet. I was going to do that after I got him some water," she confessed, causing Izayoi to raise a suspicious eyebrow in her direction.

"Well. No time like the present. You're welcome to stay for dinner...sounds like it will be a while until the car cools off. Touga and Sesshomaru have the truck right now and the sedan needs to be looked at."

"I...dinner would be lovely. Thank you," she replied awkwardly, and Izayoi nodded her head.

"I'm going to finish up folding the laundry and then I could use your help making it. Baby, are you gonna go back out there and help your father and brother? Or are you done for the day?"

"I think they'll be fine without me," he smiled smally. "I wanted to take a shower if that's alright. I smell like an ogar's armpit."

She wanted to ask how that was different from normal...but…

She mentally sighed and held her tongue instead.

"Go on Sweetheart," she encouraged, and he finished his glass of water before disappearing, squeezing his mother's shoulder as he passed.

The second he was gone, Izayoi nailed Kagome with a hard look, making her shift uncomfortably in her shoes.

"Seven years," she whispered, looking her up and down. "You've changed quite a bit in seven years. Turned into a very attractive woman."

"Thank you, Mrs. Takahashi."

"Mmm...seven years can do a lot to a person, can't it? It can make them grow up. Mature. Move on."

Kagome suddenly got the feeling she wasn't going to like where Izayoi was going with this.

"You know, it's taken my baby a long time to learn how to smile again after you had your way with him. He's finally laughing. Looking forward to each new day. The darkness you left in his eyes and his heart has finally disappeared...and he's turned into a fine young man.

A respectable young man.

A young man with a new twinkle in his eye and a respectable, good woman on his arm.

Kagome Higurashi...I swear to God and to all things Holy...if you hurt my baby, or try to get between him and Kikyo...you could move to New York and I'd still hunt you down and pull your teeth out your ass. We clear?"

"Y-yes Ma'am," she stuttered, the vehemence in her words and the ice in her stare freezing her blood.

"Good. You know I always thought of you as the daughter I never had...but after what you did to my boy?" She paused to tsk and shake her head. "You come for your lil' visit and then you get outta here. You understand me?"

"Yes Ma'am," she whispered, trying to ignore the feeling of her heart shattering into a thousand pieces.

What was she expecting though? A warm hug and a kiss on the cheek?

All of this was a giant mistake. She should have just...just asked him to take her home. It would have been easier than facing her past. Then again….maybe she should be.

Maybe it was time to face her demons, once and for all.

Pun only slightly intended.

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my-darling-has-forgotten-me · 4 years

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Yui listens to Boss Bitch by Doja Cat once~

Context- Yui listens to Boss Bitch by Doja Cat once and insults some of the diaboys.

This...song...is...epic. A sudden urge of motivation washed over me and I decided to just be a bitch to those ugly fuckers for a bit.

I swear, these assholes are getting on my nerves, except Azusa, he's kinda nice. THEY'RE ALL WHITE TRASH, WHY?! IM ACTUALLY GOING TO FUCK THEM UP.

"Your blood is the best!", groaned that piss drinking, period head.

"SIMP! YOU'RE A SIMP!"

"YOURS TRULY ISN'T A SIMP!!!!", screamed Ayato.

"Then why'd you compliment me? Not very alpha of you Ayato..."

He then just left with a look of despair, it made me feel somewhat guilty, but after all that shit I went through. I swear-

"IM NOT A SIMP PANCAKE!"

"Your persistence to prove that your not a simp tells me that your a simp... Simp"

He was crying at this point... Interesting.

"Why's that douche crying?", Subaru came in without knocking, like, bitch can you not?

"Why do you whine about everything like a lil bitch? You get your edgy fuckin' tsundere fuckin' pale vampire ass the fuck out of here? Are you trying to be cool or something? Well, it makes you look like a 2006 Myspace fkn scene kid. Fuck off"

Subaru just widened his eyes and left. I honestly think this is working!

Hopefully Sky Daddy will let me off this once and let me insult the shit out of these assholes. I walk to the kitchen to look for some tequila and I saw that creepy shota trap.

"You're in the fucking way, move", I ordered.

"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE ALLOWED TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT YOU WENCH?!", he screamed.

Luckily, I'm desensitized to his rage.

"What're you gonna do, cry like a little kid?"

"No!", Kanacuck was welling up with tears and ran off. I feel like a God...

Unfortunately, Ruki appeared out of nowhere. "Livestock.."

"Fuck off, this shit is why your mom left you in the first place, you cuck", I deadpanned, filling up a glass with tequila.

"Excuse me?"

"Your mom left you because you're a sadistic bitch"

"You've no right to speak to me that way...", He snapped.

"And you've no right to be still be alive", I said, staring into his weird Christan Gray soul.

He just clicked his tongue. "You're punishment isn't going to be light Livestock. And I wanted to live and to save the people I cared about"

"That kitten also wanted to live", I deadpanned. I'm fucking sick of this E Boy and his fucked up brothers.

"IM SICK OF ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! I TRIED TO BE NICE, PATIENT AND ACCEPTING BUT NO! YOU HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! I HOPE YOU GO TO HELL AND BURN LIKE THE WHITE TRASH YOU ALL ARE!!!", I yelled.

"You wanna talk about this...?", Asked Ruki.

I had enough of this ass, so I kicked him full force, smack bang in the balls. He fell to the ground in agony and I just poured my tequila on him.

"Go suck off your dad- sorry I forgot you don't have one!"

I walked off and sensed an r/niceguy at large. "Laito, fuck off, noone cares about what you have to say or your stupid fuckin opinion. Go blow yourself"

"Aight, imma head out"

If I see those founder fucks, I'ma kill em. Unfortunately for me, they were outside. Why's everyone here? I hate these guys. These sick bastards sure did get a kick out of tormenting me.

"Fuck off cocksuckers, your parents never loved you! Especially your fucking dad Carla", I yelled.

Later that day~

"There's something wrong with Yui..."

"Yeah, she's been saying really fucked up stuff to us. I even saw Ruki crying on the floor today"

"The fuck are you pussies talking about?", I asked.

"N-nothing!"

I internally smiled, I've these guys in the palm of my hand. I think I'll keep this up for a bit longer.

#diabolik lovers #yui komori #scenario #bruh #true title: i heard boss bitch once and felt inspired thus i projected my sudden burst of inspiration onto Yui #shitpost #i hate myself for writing this #This was not well thought out ngl

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alison-anonymous · 5 years

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♡ first "i love you" | t.l.

This amazing little demon boy doesn't get written about enough, so imma just fix that😘❤ also, this is my first headcanon, so I'm so sorry if it sucks😢😂

Warnings - ANGST, buncha fluff at the end, poor heartbroken/pissed Tom

Tom Lucitor Headcanon - First "I Love You"

First "I Love You" with Tom...

♡ it legit all started with a party, courtesy of Star, of course. It was supposed to be a birthday party on your behalf, but of course, Star messed up the date so it was two weeks before your actually birthday.

♡ it wasn't that big of a party, just you, Star, Marco, Pony Head, Tom, Janna, and Kelly, along with a couple other friends and creatures (some you didn't even know).

♡ the party had began with you showing up slightly late because it had just started storming outside, and Pony Head had demanded that you bring along some of the best alcohol so she could "try some", but you knew there was more to it than that.

♡ obviously you brought some anyway

♡ it was a horrible mistake😂

♡ once you made it through the doors you were soaking wet, holding a case of beer in your hand and a useless umbrella in the other. It didn't take long for your friends to start off the party with a friendly game of Never Have I Ever. Of course, Star made you sit next to Tom, whom you had a majorly embarrassing crush on😘

♡ you were sitting so close to each other that your knees were touching the entire time. Face as red as a tomato the entire time, and you couldn't seem to stop stuttering from how close you were to the demon prince. Something about even just being near him gave you shivers.

♡ as the rounds went on, you all began to drink for every point you lost. And let's just say, you all got pretty drunk! Except for Tom, who seemed to have a strange tolerance for the burning liquid.

♡ you, being in your drunken state, at one point leaned your head against his shoulder and heaved out a big sigh, breathing in his scent. He had froze at first from the sudden contact, and the two of you were immune to the giggles around you and the shipping coming from Star. He relaxed and allowed you to lean in closer, stiffening slightly to support you so you didn't slump over.

♡ you didn't even remember when you mumbled low enough so only he could hear, "you smell amazing"

♡ to which he let out a small chuckle and glanced around to make sure no one was watching before casually reaching over to tuck a loose strand of your hair that had fallen into your eyes back behind your ear. "Thank you"

♡ if it were even possible, you turned an even brighter shade of red as the group decided that they were all drunk enough to switch to Truth or Dare. You got to ask the question first.

♡ "Marcoo," you drawled, feeling your senses leave you defenseless as the room grew a fuzzy. You definitely weren't good with alcohol. You almost tipped over from your lack of balance, but lucky Tom snaked his arm around your waist to support you once again. Feeling his warmth pressed against your skin sent shivers down your spine and sent the butterflies soaring inside your stomach. Getting a certain glitter in your eyes, you proceeded, "truth or dare?"

♡ "uuuhhh" he lolled to one side, accidentally smacking Pony Head in the neck as she floated sideways from the alcohol. "Truth!"

♡ "oooh okay," you giggled, tapping your lip as you snuggled in closer to Tom's side, loving the feeling of his arm around you a little too much than a friend would. Finally, the perfect question popped into your brain.

♡ "are you secretly in love with Star?"

♡ Marco let out an exaggerated gasp and placed a hand over his heart, almost causing himself to fall over. "Me??"

♡ but don't think no one noticed the way that he glanced longingly over at Star as she was drunkenly obsessing over one of the laser puppies for simply walking. A look of pure love was set in his eyes. A look that you wished a certain someone would look at you with...

♡ only you were too focused on Marco to realize that Tom was indeed staring down at you rather than at the Starco ship about to sail before you.

♡ "permission to knock myself out so I don't have to answer?" He questioned, looking at you with complete seriousness.

♡ "permission denied, you walnut. Now spill!"

♡ "fineeee," he ughed, collapsing onto the floor and covering his red face with his hands. You could already tell his heart was racing as Star finally returned back to the group, getting a repetition of the question from a very drunk Pony Head. Her eyes suddenly softened, and for a moment, you could swear she was suddenly sober.

♡ "yes."

♡ and then there was nothing but screaming shippers for quite some time. You'll admit, you did get in on that screaming session a bit as Starco finally was about to sail. After that, a couple more rounds passed (Kelly was dared to pee in an empty alcohol bottle, Pony Head to scream that she was pregnant at the guards, and Tom was dared to have you sit on his lap for the remainder of the game). You weren't complaining at all, to be honest. He had his arms wrapped firmly around your waist as you had your back pressed to his chest, your drunken self completely forgetting that just about everyone in the room knew about your crush on Tom except perhaps the demon himself.

♡ and while Marco definitely was going to thank you later, he wasn't done with revenge yet.

♡ so once it was finally his turn, he turned to you with a smirk on his face and once you said truth, he posed the question that would change your life. All of your friends looked like they were on the edge of their seat, awaiting to see if another ship would sail tonight.

♡ "who are you in love with?"

♡ in your brain, dozens of images of Tom flashed behind your eyes. All of the times that he was there for you, all of the times your hands accidentally brushed, all of the sparks that you felt and were still feeling whenever you touched, the way that you longed to know what it felt like to kiss him, to call him yours... how badly you wanted to tell him how you felt and how you kept it locked away because you feared that he still loved Star. You wanted to get to slow dance with him, to get to cuddle whenever you wanted, to drape your arms around his neck and pull him close to you when he was angry to calm him down, you wanted to be the reason he was a changed man. You wanted him to be yours. Because you were in love with Tom. Every inch of him, every aspect, every flaw, every temper tantrum, you loved him. It was you, you thought to yourself, picturing him perfectly in your mind even though you were sitting on his lap.

♡ it was always you.

♡ you felt Tom stiffen as soon as the question left Marco's mouth, but you had ignored it when you were lost in thought. Now, remember that your brain was very fuzzy and your decision making skills were slightly impaired and your balance was off and things just weren't making much fucking sense when you looked directly at Marco and said, without hesitation -

♡ "you"

♡ the room grew dead silent

♡ Marco and you were probably the most confused of all as he stared at you with furrowed brows, recalling all of the times that you had gushed and cried to him about Tom. You were confused because, in your mind, it had made perfect sense who you were talking about.

♡ and then Tom fucking SNAPPED

♡ he gently slid you off his lap, even though you could tell he was pissed, and raised to his feet, all eyes on him, trying to surpress the rage that was boiling inside of him.

♡ you know Tom, it didn't work too well

♡ he was suddenly enveloped in fire, levitating slightly off of the floor, eyes a hot luminescent shade and a scowl embedded deep in his lips as he stared at you and Marco in pure hatred. His scowl faltered for a minute and for a second, just for a second, you saw a heartbroken gaze casted in your direction.

♡ and that was when your intoxicated brain finally put the pieces together

♡ "T-Tom," you stuttered. Struggling to raise yourself to your feet, you tried to reach out to him, but his burning with hatred body wrenched itself away from you, like he was repelled by you.

♡ you weren't quite sure who was more heartbroken here as you watched him snarl at you, "Liar"

♡ "Tom, you don't understand, I mean-"

♡ but the second you saw a lone tear slide down his cheek, he was gone, flying out the doors and out into the storm that was falling down hard outside. Thunder growled above and lightning shattered across the sky. Turning to your silent and very confused circle of friends, you placed a hand on your forehead and felt the tears begin to pool.

♡ "i-i didn't mean you, Marco. I meant him," you croaked, turning to the open doors. Just as the realization was setting in for your friends, you decided to race out after the love of your life before he got away.

♡ you should have paid more attention during health class when they were talking about the effects being drunk has on your body

♡ you were like a fricking octopus with your flailing arms and wet mop of hair as the rain cooled down your sore and hot body, making your clothes stick to your skin and your hair slump against your scalp. But that wasn't the important part. Trying to find Tom in your hazy vision was the important part. And it didn't help that rain kept making the fluffy trees look like floating bushes.

♡ "Tom!" You screamed. Tears began streaming down your cheeks once you finally caught sight of his retreating figure, standing eerily still in the middle of the rain. It had probably extinguished his flames, for he wasn't on fire anymore. Practically falling over yourself, you did the best you could to race to his side and literally did fall over, crumbling down onto the muddy ground below you.

♡ Tom's expression flickered from rage to concern, but he forced the rage switch back on as he refused to look at you, beginning to walk away from you as you helped yourself up. Before he could get away again, you quickly wrapped your hand around his arm and used what little strength you had to whirl him around to face you

♡ you must've pulled a little too hard because your foreheads touched from the impact right as your eyes met... and you were about to lose yourself in his beautiful red irises before he suddenly lurched himself away from you and snarled at you, his eyes turning red hot once again.

♡ "don't touch me" he snarled, a look of pure heartbreak written across his features. You felt your heart nearly shatter. He tried to walk away again, but you once again grabbed ahold of his arm

♡ "y/n, don't do this," his voice was suddenly pleading, though he refused to look at you, his tone wasn't the demonic rage-filled one anymore. Instead it was... pained and soft.

♡ "Tom, please, I screwed up, I didn't mean to say Marco," you bit your lip so hard you could almost taste blood. Tom pulled away from you once again, only this time, he stayed. Finally casting his gaze towards you, you saw the faint tear streaks on his cheeks and the angry fire still flashing through his eyes.

♡ "explain" he demanded.

♡ shivering slightly from the chilled rain, you took a deep breath and attempted to think before you spoke. But that's overrated, so you just let your drunk self take the reins for a bit.

♡ "when I said you, I meant YOU, Tom"

♡ his eyes went wide

♡ you continued before he could interrupt, "it was and always will be you Tom. I've been in love with you for so long that I've lost track of the days. I've wanted to be with you so badly and tell you how I feel but I've held it in because I was afraid you didn't love me back, that you still loved Star. But...

♡ "I love you, Tom"

♡ at that very moment, he completely melted inside. Because little did you know, he too had been in love with you for so long, and in even more love with you than he could ever have imagined being with Star. You were everything to him, and he never wanted anyone else to have you. Which was why he was so pissed when he heard what you said. His eyes softened as he watched you stutter in the rain, shivering slightly. He must have forgotten to say something because your anxious self kept talking

♡ "I take your silence as a no... I completely understand if you're totally in love with someone else, especially Star, I know I'm weird an-"

♡ "I love you too."

♡ now it was your turn to freeze. Staring at him, it seemed that you were basically frozen in place as he shrugged off his jacket and stepped closer to you, wrapping it around your shoulders and letting his hands linger on your arms a little longer than necessary

♡ you couldn't look away from his eyes, your heartbeat racing and the butterflies screaming as he smiled softly down at you. You managed to grip onto the sleeves of his jacket and wrapped it tighter around you as you finally broke the anticipating silence

♡ "w-wait, what?"

♡ he playfully rolled his three eyes, and smirked down at you, the fire in his eyes dancing. He took another step closer to you, closing the distance greatly to the point where your noses were only inches apart.

♡ you could feel his warmth radiating off of him as your knees went weak. Almost stumbling, he snaked one arm around your waist and kept the other up by your neck to help you stay upright. A smirk floated across his lips as he chuckled at the starstruck state he had you in.

♡ "do you need me to show you what I mean?" He whispered against your lips.

♡ you were internally gasping for breath from the air you had been unknowingly holding in. Finally exhaling, you felt your eyelids go heavy as you subconsciously nodded.

♡ with the rain pounding down on the ground and your bodies, you watched through half lidded eyes as Tom slowly leaned in closer... and closer...

♡ until his lips locked onto yours

♡ and omg the sparks between you two could've killed a power grid

♡ like damn

♡ the sign standing a few feet away from you two burst into flames from you-know-who😉😉

♡ but let's just say that it was the most amazing kiss in the rain that you had ever had. And there are many more to come with Tom, I'll just tell you that😂

♡ but you had finally gotten Tom!

♡ the alcohol just helped a little ♡

♡ a.a.

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