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bssaz97 · 4 years

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One of the Lancaster kids travels through time and tries to prove to the team that they're Jaune and Ruby's kid.

Rowan’s Trip to Beacon (Sorta...)

-Beacon Academy (Volume 2 time)-

Ruby and Jaune sit down by a tree as they talk about the

Jaune: Man I can’t still can’t believe your team actually stopped a mad scientist.

Ruby: Yeah Merlot was really a nut case but I sorta feel bad for him. He seemed so convinced that his research was the key to Remnant’s advancements. Even if I don’t agree with his actions and the way he went about it, it’s hard to not understand where he was coming from.

Jaune: Well maybe you just try to see the good in everyone. Not a lot of people in the world can. That’s what makes you good person.

Ruby: Yeah I guess so. Thanks...Buuuuuut I did manage to snag this though! *pulls out a metal cylinder with blue circuits*

Jaune: WHOA! What’s that thing?

Ruby: Shhh! Someone could hear you. *whispers*

Jaune: Ohhhh. Why are we whispering? *whispers back*

Ruby: Because I don’t want people, particularly the professors or Weiss to know I have this. *whispers*

Jaune: What is it? *whispers*

Ruby: It’s.....I don’t know. But it looked cool when I saw it in Merlot’s lab. *whispers*

Jaune: Wait you took that from Merlot’s lab?! Isn’t that like evidence or something?!*whispers loudly*

Ruby: Not if they don’t know I have it. *whispers*

Jaune: I take back what I said earlier, you’re a devious little gremlin in disguise. *whispers*

Ruby: Oh come on where’s your sense of adventure? *whispers*

Jaune: Your ‘sense’ of adventure often gets me in trouble. *whispers*

Ruby: Come on please! I’ll owe you big time! *whispers*

Jaune: ‘sigh’ I really don’t have a choice now that I’ve seen the evidence. Ok, so what do you want to do with it? *speaks normally*

Ruby: Well my plan was to try to open it but -Hrgh!- it’s a little -Grh!- hard to -Nnne!- open!

Jaune: Want me to try?

Ruby: No, no, I think I ggggooooo-!

*TSSST!*

Ruby: ‘huff!’ Got it!

The tube starts to hum and shake violently in Ruby’s hand as both leaders look at said metal tube.

Jaune: Say you wouldn’t have I don’t know, taken a copy of that things manual did you?

Ruby: Nope.

Jaune: Mind if I take a look at it?

Ruby: Sure. *gives him the tube*

Jaune: Thank you. *turns it around*

*O’ Fortuna plays*

“0:11...0:10...0:09...”

Ruby: It’s a bomb isn’t it?

Jaune: Looks like. *nods*

Ruby: And I activated the countdown by messing with it didn’t I?

Jaune: Most likely.

Ruby: We’re gonna get in trouble for this aren’t we?

Jaune: Oh yeah definitely. *nods*

Ruby: ...bring it on. *takes the tube back and throws it as far she could*

“0:03...0:02...0:01...”

As the tube explodes, a large blue orb of pure energy illuminated the courtyard in the middle of the day. Lightning currents flowing outside it and burning parts of the courtyard.

Ruby: ‘sniff’ Jaune. If we somehow live through the punishment we get from Professor Goodwitch, you’re a good friend.

Jaune: You too Ruby, you too.

Ruby: ... *holds his hand*

*BOOM!!!*

The light from the explosion lessens and leaves the courtyard a mess almost beyond repair. Both leaders uncover their eyes and view the aftermath of the tubes detonation. Not even a few seconds more, their teams come racing towards them.

Weiss: Ruby are you-..... What. Have you done....

Ruby: Oh. My. Gods. Goodwitch is sooo gonna KILL us.

Jaune: Yep. *whimpers*

Blake: Wait what’s that? *points to the center of the crater*

From the outlook from them it looked like a person sprawled out on the floor.

Ruby: ‘yelp!’ Was someone there before?! I could have sworn there wasn’t anyone there an second ago! OH NO! *petal bursts ahead*

Jaune: Ruby hold on! *chases after her*

Jaune along with the rest of their teams decided to chase after Ruby and hopefully get away before any of the teachers (particularly Goodwitch) discover the destroyed courtyard. Ruby arrived at the center of the crater and takes a look to see who was caught in the blast. At first glance the boy looks much younger than a student, maybe a year younger than her....... This was not good.

Ruby: Oh No, I Killed A Kid!

Jaune: Ruby what’s wrong? What the-Is that a kid?!

Ruby: *cradles the young boy* What do we do Jaune?!

Pyrrha: I’m... I’m not sure we could do anything for him. He looks so injured.

Ruby: Oh no! ‘sobbing’

????: Mmmm who’s at?

Everyone: Huh?

The two leaders plus teams look down to see that the young boy is starting to wake up, blinking his eyes as he looks at the two of them in particular. He turns towards Ruby with the most confused expression on his face.

????: ...Mom?

Ruby: Eh?

Jaune: Hey there, are you ok? Are you hurt?!

????: ........ *eyes widened then faints*

Ruby: DON’T DIE!!!

????: Was at?! Oh I’m sorry Mom. I had this weird dream where I saw... *looks at Jaune again and then faints again*

Ruby: LITTLE BOY!!!

Jaune: *scratches his hair* The heck is going on?

????: Eh?! What the-? *looks around* This-This isn’t a dream is it?

Ren: Dream? Why would you be dreaming? Nevermind that are you hurt?

????: Hurt? ‘hiss!’ Oh yeah, I’m definitely hurt. Mr. Pine must have accidentally used his semblance again.

Ruby: Mr. Pine?...

Weiss: Again?

????: *moves to stand* It’s ok, this isn’t something I’m not used to experiencing.

Pyrrha: Hold on! You shouldn’t push yourself!

????: Don’t worry I’ll be ok. Just give me a moment. *breathes in*

Suddenly the boy starts to glow a bright golden glow that surrounds his entire body. In under a minute all of the boy’s injuries started healing themselves and soon the light faded.

????: *breathes out* Boy, I feel much better! Guess it helps when you have a semblance like mine.

Ruby/Jaune: Whoa...

????: *looks over to them* Hey I’m sorry to bother but do you mind if I ask who you two are?

Ruby: Oh. Well my name is Ruby Rose

Jaune: I’m Jaune Arc.

????: .....oh boy Rowan. What did you do now? *mutters to himself*

Yang: Are you sure you’re ok kid? We don’t know exactly what was in that explosion so maybe we should go get you checked out.

????: Wha? Oh no you’re here too Auntie? Oh man this is just gets better and better... *scratches his hair in distress*

Yang: Auntie? *very confused*

Pyrrha: Are you sure you don’t require assistance, perhaps you’re still fatigued.

????: Oh that won’t be a problem, I’m completely fine now. It’s more ....well, I have no idea how I got here in the first place.

Weiss: What exactly do you mean?

????: But more importantly than that, my name is Rowan. If you were wondering.

Ruby: Rowan... Huh. That’s a nice name.

Rowan: Thanks.

Nora: So what’s the story are some kind of space kid trying to conquer the world? *says in a spooky voice*

Rowan: Nope. I’m just a normal kid learning to be a huntsman.

Nora: Oh. *says flatly*

Ren: I don’t mean to pry but what exactly did you mean you didn’t know how you got here?

Rowan: Oh that. Well.... How to say this? Have any of you ever heard of time travel?

Ruby/Jaune: ...yes?

Rowan: Ok good that makes this explanation much more simpler. Ok so you see the problem is I’m from the future and I must’ve accidentally been sent back in time by Mr. Pine’s semblance. He’s a friend so you know.

Ruby: ....sent back in time?

Jaune: The future?....

Weiss: That’s preposterous! Such a thing is impossible and defies the logic of space-time!

Rowan: Not if you’re Mr. Pine and your semblance allows you to accidentally sneeze somebody into the dark ages. Hehe.

Weiss: .....I do hope you’re joking.

Rowan: Yeah I know it sounds crazy but it’s true. I really am from the future. And.....also I’m kinda Ruby and Jaune’s son.

Everyone: HUH?!

Rowan: Look I know this may be asking a lot but could you mind taking me to Headmistress Goodwitch? I really should talk to her about this.

Yang: Hold on? Do you really expect us to believe you just because you claim you’re their son?! How do we know you’re not lying?!

Rowan: Ohhhh you need proof. *slams one hand on his other palm* Right, I shouldn’t expect you to believe me so quick. Proof, um... let’s see. Hmmmm. Oh I know! *takes out his scroll and shows them a picture* Here’s a picture of my family!

Ruby and Jaune look at Rowan’s scroll while the others peek over them and are surprised to see the picture was indeed of a family. What surprised them more was that the mother in the image looked like an older Ruby alongside a blonde girl the same age as Rowan, but had the cerulean eyes like Jaune. Rowan then changes the image to show one of an older Jaune and Ruby with a bigger than normal belly.

Weiss: This is impossible! Those images are clearly photo edited, and therefore can’t be real.

Rowan: WOW. Mr. Whitley was right you did scream a lot when you were younger.

Weiss: Wha-? How... Mr. Whitley? I knew it! This is a prank of his isn’t it?!

Rowan: No it’s not a prank I swear. Look what must I do to prove you believe me?

Ren: Well physically he looks very much like Ruby but appears to bear some resemblance to Jaune. But looks can be deceiving.

Blake: Ren’s right. Rowan, if you really who you say you are. What is something only your ‘parents’ would know about?

Rowan: Something only mom and dad know,? Ok. Let’s see........... Oh, I got it! The way you two met was when Mom blew up a crater in this courtyard after Auntie Weiss sprayed aroma veil of Dust, in which moved Dad to come help Mom out of the crater. There was also this one time where you all were at a dance, but then Dad went to talk to his partner and while Mom was waiting, she took a sip from his punch!

Ruby: How could you possibly know that?!

Rowan: Auntie Yang told me. *points to Yang*

Yang: WOW way to throw me under the bus kid!

Jaune: Wait Ruby did now?

-Fin-

Let me know if you guys enjoyed this one. My plan is to post the next chapter of RWBY Ancestries next, but after that I’ll start finishing some of the asks some of you have sent me. Hope you have a good day and be good people.

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moonprincemulti · 4 years

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Suffering In Silence - Chapter 3

- 4 Oct 2020

- third chapter of a series (SIS)

- abused changbin x protective seungmin

- top seungmin x bottom changbin

- creds to @monscastle for the edit

As Changbin sat down at his seat the next morning, Seungmin had already noticed how different the smaller male looked compared to the day before. Seungmin could clearly see the puffiness of Changbin's right eye, even though the make-up covered the discolouration pretty well. Changbin didn't dare to look around, just focusing on his books in front of him.

Seungmin sighed softly and turned to Jisung and Chan. "Do you guys see that? His right eye?" Jisung perked up, immediately looking over at Changbin. Jisung stared at the clearly sleep deprived male, trying to see what Seungmin was hinting at. Seungmin nudged Jisung. "Not like that, idiot! Do you want him to know we are looking at him?"

Jisung looked at Seungmin and shrugged. "How else am I supposed to see it?" Chan shook his head, taking small glances at Changbin to see what Seungmin meant. "Yeah I see it. He covered it pretty well but, you can't hide the puffiness." Jisung huffed and crossed his arms. "Where do you think he got it from?"

Seungmin shrugged, biting his lip slightly. "I don't know. He was oddly quiet when we walked to school. Not really answering any of my questions.." Chan looked at his books as he thought about what could've caused Changbin's puffy eye. "You think he could've gotten into a fight?" "Maybe, but with who? He went straight home as far as I know.." Seungmin sighed. "I'll try and ask him later.."

Seungmin looked back at Changbin, his head bobbing every few seconds, trying to stay awake with all his might. Seungmin felt worried for the smaller, having a puffy eye, being sleep deprived, staying quiet during conversations... Seungmin really wanted to know what was making Changbin like this. Changbin made it seem like nothing was going on, but all these hints made Seungmin doubt if that was really the case.

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Changbin sighed as he walked onto the sports field. He hated gym class, but he hated it even more now that he was tired and in pain. He ignored the happy cheers of his classmates, who were excited to run around on the field. The teacher had told them they were playing rugby today, and Changbin could already see himself totally failing to play along.

The teacher divided the class into teams, nudging Changbin as she saw him close his eyes. "Hey, stay awake. It's not nap time, mister." Changbin bowed slightly and apologized, taking a deep breath. He blinked rapidly, trying to gather all of his energy. He took his position in the field, groaning softly as the teacher blew the whistle loudly to start the game.

The others began running, Changbin staying behind a bit. He watched them run across the field, yelling at eachother. Changbin felt his right eye twitch, his vision going slightly blurry. He jogged to get closer, but their yells made no sense to him.The teacher shook her head. "Changbin get in there!"

Changbin sighed and went even closer to the others, trying to act as if he was playing along. He felt his head began to throb slightly, as the quick movements and loud yells weren't really helping his current state. He tried to reach out for the ball a few times, but was just pushed aside as the others kept playing.

Changbin eventually just stood still, the world around him spinning a bit. Seungmin had noticed it, but was too involved in the game to be able to go to him. He got the ball from a teammate, running off to try and make a goal. The teacher yelled at Changbin, but she got no response from him. She then encouraged the others to get him to play along.

Changbin just stood there, his vision blurry, the world around him spinning more and more. He heard the yells increase in volume, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as he couldn't understand them. He then felt a big blow to the side of his head, stumbling sideways a bit. He groaned out in pain, as the rugby ball had hit the exact same spot that had hit the floor yesterday.

Changbin held his head, the yells growing even louder. Before he could open his eyes to look around, he was tackled, thrown on the ground by one of his classmates. Changbin felt a rush of pain go through his whole body, as the force of the tackle made him hit his back, the burn wounds making him scream out. His classmate looked at him in total shock, Changbin pushing him off out of instinct.

The others were all shocked at what happened, running to them in an attempt to help them. Changbin got up, groaning and cursing in pain. He got to his feet, the teacher trying to get him to stay, but Changbin had to get away. His eyes were starting to get teary, and he didn't want anybody to find out in how much pain he really was.

Changbin pushed everybody away from him, stumbling towards the dressing rooms. The teacher watched him storm off, sighing a bit. "Can anybody go after him?" Seungmin quickly raised his hand. "I'll go after him!" The teacher nodded and let Seungmin go, gathering the others to continue the game. Seungmin ran after Changbin, hoping he could prevent him from locking himself into a bathroom stall.

Seungmin walked into the dressing room, seeing Changbin on the floor, curled up against the wall. He could hear him crying softly, his heart breaking at the sight. "Changbin?" Changbin stopped and looked up, quickly looking away as he saw who it was. He wiped away his tears, hiding his face in his knees. "Go away."

"Can I get you anything? Water? An ice pack?" Seungmin walked closer, kneeling down next to him. Changbin just stayed quiet, trying his best to hold in his tears in front of the taller male. Seungmin sighed and placed a hand on Changbin's shoulder, but Changbin pushed it off. "I don't need your help. Go away."

Seungmin sighed and looked down. "I'm just trying to make sure you're alright. You looked bad from the moment we walked to school together.." Seungmin took a deep breath. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" "No, cause it's none of your business. Just go back to class already." Changbin wiped away some more tears, but cursed softly as he looked at his hand.

"Shit.." Seungmin tilted his head. "What? Hey, look at me for a second.." Changbin shook his head. "No, fuck off." "Changbin please.. look at me. I've noticed your puffy eye already, you don't have to hide it from me.." Changbin sniffled and cursed internally. He then gave in, turning his head. His shiner was now clearly visible, as the make-up had been wiped off.

Seungmin gasped softly as he saw it, immediately reaching out to touch it slightly. Changbin hissed and pushed Seungmin's hand away. "Oh.. sorry..." Changbin huffed and looked down. "Whatever.." "You know, the others might think you got it from the ball.. I don't have any make-up to cover it up again.."

Changbin glanced at Seungmin. "You think they'll believe that?" "I think so.." Seungmin sighed and looked down. "I uhm.. I won't ask but.. you gotta take care of it when you come home." Changbin chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah I'll try.." "No I'm serious. It can get worse if you don't-" "I said I'll try! Geez.." Changbin looked away.

Seungmin nodded and offered Changbin a hand. "Shall we go back? I'm sure the teacher won't let you play anymore. Or do you want to go home?" Changbin shook his head. "No no, I can't go home." "Alright.." Seungmin smiled softly. Changbin look at him for a moment before taking his hand.

They got up, slowly making their way back to the field. Changbin didn't speak as they walked. Seungmin looked at the smaller, still worried about him. "If you ever need someone to talk to, you can come to me. I'm here for you, okay?" Changbin shrugged, leaving Seungmin a bit disappointed.

"I won't judge you for anything, I swear. You can tell me everything." "I'll decide when I need to speak to you." Changbin said coldly, but deep inside he felt grateful that he could rely on Seungmin. He was relieved a bit, as if he knew he could trust him now. From that moment on, his motto became 'Seungmin will wait for me at the stop sign'.

And Seungmin did. After two more long periods of Changbin not appearing at school, Seungmin made sure to wait for the smaller male every morning. He got more and more curious to what was happening, but he didn't want to push Changbin into spilling his secret. The truth would come out eventually, right?

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A month or so went by, and Changbin trusted Seungmin more and more. Winter came sooner than people had suspected, and the city was soon covered with a thick layer of snow. Changbin lacked the proper clothes to protect him from the cold, and he had lied to Seungmin about being able to handle the cold air.

Seungmin had acted to believe Changbin, but when he saw Changbin walking towards the stop sign with purple coloured lips one morning, he rolled his eyes. He took off his jacket, placing it over the smaller male's shoulders. "Please, stop lying already." Changbin just looked at Seungmin with an apologetic face.

Seungmin smiled softly and they walked to school together. Seungmin looked at the snowflakes that drifted down. "If it keeps snowing like this, we'll be snowed in." Changbin bit his lip, nuzzling deeper into Seungmin's jacket. He had never really paid any attention to the scent of the taller, but now as the jacket was around his shoulder, he could focus on it.

"We'll be fine. We can't get snowed in. They'll keep the roads and doors free." Changbin said, hoping it would be true. He didn't want to be snowed in, he would be trapped at school with nosy people, and he wasn't ready to be talking to them for hours. Would his father blame him for staying away from him, even if it was the weather that made it impossible?

"Changbin?" "Hm, what?" "I asked you, would you rather have a snowstorm or a heatwave?" Changbin looked at Seungmin, confused by this sudden question. "Huh? What do you mean?" Seungmin shrugged, smiling slightly. "You know, just.. I was curious. A would you rather question is always fun." Seungmin looked at Changbin, seeing him snuggled in the jacket. He smiled, happy that the smaller didn't reject this small way of showing that he cared.

"Well, I guess.. heatwave? Heatwave still means school but snowstorm might mean stuck at home." Changbin said, not really thinking about how that sounded. Seungmin tilted his head, wondering why Changbin had chosen those two reasons. "So.. you like being at school? Is there something at home that you don't like?" Changbin gasped and then quickly shook his head.

"No no, honestly, I don't care. I like being at school.. you know.. I don't mind studying." Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, not fully trusting the sudden change in Changbin's words. "Right.." Seungmin stopped as they reached the school gates. "Well... let's go study then. If you like it so much.." Changbin just nodded and quickly walked to the entrance, hoping Seungmin would forget about this in an hour or so.

As they sat down in class, every student was chatting about the snow. There were rumours going around about a snowstorm later that day, and everybody was wondering if they would get send home early. Changbin sighed, hoping the snowstorm would be fake, as he really didn't want to go home again. Because if he did, and they got snowed in, he would be stuck at home with his father. He shivered and tried to focus on his books, hoping for the best.

After their first break, the teacher walked into the classroom, clearly a bit worried. He silenced the students, clearing his throat. "The city is warning us about the upcoming snowstorm and uh.. it looks like we have to let you go earlier. They expect the storm to be so heavy in an hour that it is dangerous to go outside." The students errupted in excited and anxious chatter, wondering what would happen.

Changbin sighed deeply, a horrible feeling going through his body. He didn't want this. He had hoped so deeply that this wouldn't happen. The teacher ushered everyone to silence before explaining the action plan. They would call their parents, seeing if they could be picked up or had to walk home. As Seungmin took out his phone, he glanced over at Changbin.

He noticed the smaller not undertaking any action, remembering what he had said earlier that day. 'Stuck at home'. Seungmin took a deep breath, calling his mom to see if she was home. As he called, he kept watching Changbin, wondering if he should offer the male to go home with him. He smiled as his mom told him that he could bring a classmate home, if they were unable to go home by themselves.

Seungmin stood up, shoving his phone back in his pocket as he walked to Changbin. "Hey uh.." Seungmin took a deep breath, Changbin looking up at him. "Can you go home?" Seungmin asked carefully, already knowing the answer, but acting like he didn't know what Changbin was feeling. Changbin sighed and nodded. "Yeah, we can walk home like normal, I'll resume my way home alone."

"Well, if you change your mind, you can go home with me." Seungmin smiled gently, Changbin smiling back at him. "Thanks. But it probably won't be needed." "The offer still stands." Seungmin chuckled. He took a deep breath, seeing some students leave as their parents had come to get them. Seungmin look outside the window, seeing how heavy the snowfall was, the wind being so strong that the snowflakes were falling almost diagonal.

The teacher checked on everybody to see if they were going home, Seungmin telling him that Changbin and he would walk together as Changbin's parents couldn't come and get him. Changbin stayed quiet, his mind racing 100 miles an hour as he didn't want to go home, scared for whatever his father would do to him. Seungmin placed a hand on Changbin's shoulder. "Let's go. We want to be home before the storm hits."

As they walked, Seungmin found it hard to see Changbin shiver from the cold. But taking off his own jacket in this weather... Seungmin sighed and looked at Changbin. "Come here." Seungmin wrapped an arm around Changbin's shoulder, holding him close as they walked. Changbin tensed up slightly, but let Seungmin hold him. He was cold and scared, so he didn't have the energy to tell Seungmin off.

They stopped walking as they reached the crossing where they usually parted ways. They stared at a tree, which had fallen down right onto the street Changbin had to go in, and they could hear some sirens further down the way. Changbin gulped, knowing he could take a different route, but something felt off. As if he shouldn't go home. Seungmin took a deep breath and looked at the smaller, who was leaning against him.

"Let's go to my place, okay? Maybe when they clear the street I can walk you home.." Seungmin said softly, not knowing how Changbin would react. Changbin felt the anxiety rush through his body, shivering even more. He glanced at Seungmin, but he knew he didn't have another choice. Changbin nodded ever so slightly, already regretting his decision the moment they started walking again.

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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Limited Edition

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Hanta Sero, Mina Ashido

Sero lovin’ hours, babes! Behold the fluff!

EDIT: Photo was made by the amazing @deliathedork who showers me in love and beautimous doodles~

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Characters: Hanta Sero, Mina Ashido

“Denki.” Hanta called as he rounded the stair landing to the boys’ side of the third floor. He grimaced in the entryway of the hall, staring pointedly at the door to the room that belonged to one blonde-haired electric generator. When he got no answer, Hanta began walking down the hallway calling his name in increasing volume, “Denki. Deeeeennnkiiiiiiiii!” By the time he reached the door, he was practically screaming. “DENKI KAMINARI!” he shouted in such an unholy screech that Tenya opened his door to glare disapprovingly at him. Finally, Denki threw the door open to give him a wheedling whine, his gaming headset slung around his neck and muted.

“Dude, what?”

“Where’s my shirt?” Hanta asked with an innocent smile. Tenya rolled his eyes and shut the door with just the amount of volume to serve as a warning for Hanta to keep quiet. He continued to smile stupidly at Denki, only thinly veiling the mounting threat of violence building up in him as his friend began to perspire and laugh nervously.

“What shirt?” As if feigning innocence would work on Hanta. Denki gulped loudly as the taller boy leaned into the doorway, towering over him with glittering black eyes and a menacing grin.

“You know, the shirt I let you borrow two weeks ago? My limited-edition ONE OK ROCK concert tee that is my sole most valued possession?” Hanta pressed, continuing to edge into the doorway until Denki was bending at a forty-five-degree angle. Denki laughed in an anxious high pitch, his eyes shifting around and refusing to settle on Hanta’s gradually reddening face.

“Oh! That one! Hehe! Well… Thing is… I kinda… don’t know where it is,” Denki admitted in a tiny voice. A few terrifying seconds passed as Hanta processed the confession. Denki finally looked up into his eyes, which were probably soulless as Hanta contemplated just how he would like to murder the oblivious boy. “Bro? You good?”

“Good? Good? Yeah, I’m good,” Hanta shrugged as she suddenly backed off, leaving Denki reeling in confusion. His instincts must’ve tipped him off, because he screamed and ducked under Hanta’s arms as he suddenly lunged at him with a feral yowl. “Yeah, I’m good, because I’m about to kill you!” Sobbing apologies, Denki managed to wriggle past him and take off down the hallway towards the stairs. Hanta whirled on his heel, shooting his tape down the hall and only just barely missing Denki’s elbow as he practically dove down the stairs. “Get back here! Atone for your sins!” Hanta yowled as he chased him, thundering down the stairs on all fours. He could hear Denki’s manic blubbering floating up from within the stairwell. Sero had to admit the little shit was fast, because he couldn’t catch up to him.

“Baku-bro! Baku-bro, save me!” Denki screeched as he vaulted himself a good five feet across the room and clambered over the back of the couch into a very startled Katsuki’s lap.

“What the- get off me!” Katsuki huffed and shoved poor Denki to the floor. Denki looked at Hanta over the top of the couch fearfully as he stalked him, eyes blown wide with desire for homicide.

“He’s gonna kill me!”

“You probably deserve it.”

“Whoa, whoa, guys!” Izuku laughed good-naturedly and stood up, waving his hands placatingly at Hanta. “What’s the problem?”

“He lost my fucking tee-shirt!” Hanta fumed and lunged over the back of the couch to try and rip out a few of Denki’s hairs. The boy managed to crawl under the coffee table and slink over to Fumikage, who was watching with his arms crossed. “My favorite shirt! Limited edition ONE OK ROCK! Limited edition!” Hanta screamed like a deranged man as he crawled over the couch and shot his tape at Denki, who was pleading for Fumikage to save him.

“I side with him on this one. Any last words before you meet God?” Fumikage smirked. Denki wailed as Hanta shot tape at him, this time finding his mark. Denki screamed in dismay as Hanta jumped up on the table and slowly dragged him closer, eyes flashing with pure anger.

“Please! I’m sorry! Spare me!” Denki sobbed as he was lugged over the rug by the unhinged Hanta. Just as the boy had captured his prey and was preparing to strike, a sweet voice piped up from the back of the other couch.

“Um, do you mean this shirt?” Hanta and Denki both looked up to see Mina staring owlishly at them, dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and the shirt that Hanta was ready to kill Denki over. Hanta’s face instantly flushed a pretty shade of crimson and steam blew out of his ears in nostrils at the sight of the pretty girl wearing his tee shirt. It was pretty much a not-so-secret in their friend group that Hanta had a stupid crush on Mina.

“Um… Yeah, yeah, that’s the one,” Hanta quipped with an equally wide-eyed stare. He unwound his tape from Denki, who slunk away to get cradled in Eijirou’s manly bosom as he patted his head and whispered reassuring words. He hopped down from the table as Mina walked around the couch, sashaying shyly.

“Um, I found it in my laundry last week. I mistook it for one of the girls’, but they said it wasn’t theirs, and when I asked a couple of the boys, they said they had no idea whose it was or where it came from, so it kinda became my new PJ shirt,” she laughed bashfully, rubbing the back of her head. Sero’s dark eyebrows knitted together as he had the sudden suspicion a plot was afoot. She scratched at her cheek thoughtfully. “You can have it back if it’s that special to you though!”

“Um…” Hanta knew there was a specific answer to the question, but she didn’t give him the time to do so. She grabbed him by the wrist and hauled him upstairs to her room, bringing him straight inside and swinging open the closet door. As he saw the shirt fly onto the bed, discarded, Sero’s cheeks burned with the acute awareness that Mina was shirtless behind that flimsy closet door. Focus, Hanta… he told himself as he patiently waited for her to switch shirts. She walked out to pluck it up and carry it over, holding it out to him with a big smile.

“Here you go! Sorry about the misunderstanding.”

“Uh, no big deal…” he said dully as he accepted the shirt. She scampered right past him into the hallway to rejoin the group in the common area, and Hanta’s eyes followed her as he left, captivated simply by her being. He absentmindedly brought the shirt up to his face and nearly fainted when he realized it carried her scent like bubble gum and cherries. Nirvana… he thought dimly as he collapsed into the hallway wall.

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Hanta was mounting the stairs to head to his room later that night after a pretty rowdy session of videogames with Denki (who, after being cornered by Hanta with Eijirou’s help) had all but admitted he had purposely slipped the shirt into Mina’s laundry basket in an attempt to spark something between them. Hanta had been a little irritated with his pitiful effort to wingman for him, but, Hanta had to guess that he was a little grateful. Denki was doing it just because he wanted Hanta to be happy, after all. Hanta had agreed to let bygones be bygones (especially since his shirt was safe and sound) and settled in to play with Denki for a while. Now, he was mounting the final step with the shirt slung over his shoulder. He paused mid-step as he heard Mina’s voice floating down the hall from the direction of Momo’s room. Curious, he inched closer.

“Thanks for the tea, Momo.”

“No problem. A cup of good tea will do wonders for a saddened heart,” Momo responded. Hanta’s eyebrows shot up to his forehead. Why was Mina sad?

“I know it’s silly to be sad about it. I just really liked that shirt, you know? It was super comfy.” Hanta didn’t know why that made him happy, but it did. “Besides, it reminded me of Hanta. I knew it was his when I took it…” Hanta felt a shiver propagate from his head to his toes. He didn’t know what to do with that information. She knew? Why would she take it…? He could almost imagine her hugging herself as she sighed, “It just made me feel so warm and safe…” With flushed cheeks, Hanta looked at the tee shirt draped over his shoulder. Quietly, he pulled it off and hung it on the doorknob, being extremely careful not to alert the girls to his presence. Then, he turned on his heel and marched right off to his room.

Sure, his shirt was limited edition and precious to him- but Mina’s smile was one of a kind, and much, much dearer to his heart. He tried not to smile when he heard her delighted exclaim of surprise from within his room, nor when she texted him a picture of herself back in the tee shirt, beaming with a peace sign over her eyes and the simple tag Thanks, Hanta! <3 He stared at the picture for a while, thumb hovering over the screen as he tried to find a good way to respond.

Anything for my best girl! he decided, watching as the bubble appeared on the screen with an audible swoosh! She sent a series of hearts back in response, and he dropped his phone down onto his chest as he put his hands on his face, kicking his feet a little with an excited squeal. He jumped when he heart Tenya pound his fist into the wall next to him.

“Be quiet, or I swear to God, I’m spilling everything to Mina.”

“Does everyone know?!” he cried as he bolt upright in bed, half-amused and half-terrified.

“Of course everyone knows! You smile like an idiot anytime she’s within your line of sight. Now go to bed! Shoto and I are studying in here.” Hanta laughed as he heard the dull thump of Tenya smacking the hot-and-cold boy's pillow into the wall. Hanta flopped back down against his bed, looking at the adorable picture of Mina in his tee shirt again.

Yup. Limited edition, one of a kind.

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The puppeteer: Chapter eleven

Chapter eleven: The first battle part 2

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A/N: As an apology I decided to give you most of the sports festival in this chapter so be prepared to read more than likely over a few 5000 words, with all the covid stuff going on here in Europe and school I didn’t really have much time to write. I hope you enjoy this chapter and forgive me for my very very very late upload 😊

(this chapter has not been edited)

The whole public was amazed, barely a second in the battle and it seemed like it was already a win for Shinso. You could hear some people close by mumbling how they were surprised that someone form general studies had managed to this within a second, to be honest they were not the only ones, you as well thought this. It wasn’t exactly common for the classes that focused less on quirks (like the hero course) to be so high placed, which was a bit sad as they were kind off ignored in favour for the “higher classes”, it was as if they were a bit biased.

“Hey Y/N? Aren’t you also surprised why this dude isn’t in the hero course?” Looking to the side you could see that your friend had leaned a bit closer to you while still looking at the “fight” that was going on at the moment (Midoriya walking wasn’t really a fight). In the background you could faintly hear the voice of the pro hero Eraser Head speaking about some things.

“I mean, not really…Don’t look at me like that.” You pinched their arm, making them wince and lean away form you as they rubbed the more than likely red spot. “The entrance exam was us fighting against robots, by my guess Shinso has some quirk that works with the mind, but robots don’t have those. So unless he knew that saving people would get you points he most likely failed and didn’t get in the course. It’s a pretty stupid reason if you think about it, they should totally change that.”

F/N looked at you with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth, they made some weird movements, scrunching their eyebrows and then relaxing them again, looking side to side as if they were searching for something to say at your explanation.

“I didn’t know you were that smart, like, at all.”

Offended you looked at them, their only reply being a shrug as they looked away from your burning eyes. Smacking their arm really hard you looked back to the fight after having felt a rush of wind, completely ignoring F/N’s yell of “Ow! On the same place?!” and “Why?”

With your attention finally being on the fight you could see that Midoriya was pushing Shinso to the line while Shinso himself was yelling things at him, thought they were to far away to properly hear.

Everyone flinched a bit back when Shinso delivered a painful looking punch to the face of Midoriya, he tried to push back by placing his hand on Midoriya’s face but Midoriya took a hold of his arm and threw him firmly over his shoulder onto the ground and over the white line, signifying the win of this round for Midoriya.

“Shinso is out of the ring! Midoriya moves on to the second round!”

And with the win officially given by Midnight the public and your group screamed loudly as they stood up.

“Well we’re off to an uneventful start! Put your hands together for our fierce competitors!” Everyone listened to what Present Mic said and started clapping and screaming loudly for the two boys.

Shinso walked away from the stage and even if he had his head bowed slightly to the ground one could see, if they looked closely enough, that he was holding back tears. While he just got of the stage, some other kids (more than likely from his class) yelled down to him with big smiles as they proudly looked at him, it didn’t surprise you one bit as he was quite amazing, had Midoriya not gotten out of whatever trance he was in, Shinso could have gotten far enough to get to the top three.

“So who is fighting next?” You asked out loud to your two friends but it seemed they knew as much as you did as they merely shrugged with sheepish smiles.

“Useless, I have no idea why I brought you two here.” Your joking remark was rewarded by two slaps on your arms, and to make sure they wouldn’t do this again you said something.

“Harder please.”

As if you suddenly had some sort of disease they both shuffled away from you with disgusted frowns on their faces as they held their arms close to their bodies.

“You’re so gross I can’t believe I was friends with you!” F/N yelled out, followed by a “I second that but I can’t believe that I became friends with you!” from Ilya.

With a huge (slightly mocking) smile you wrapped your arms around their shoulders, making sure that they were extra close to you to increase their so called disgust.

“You guys love me and you can’t deny it.”

They both succumbed to their fate and relaxed in your arms as they nodded slightly, your (for once) peaceful air was ruined by a loud Present Mic as he announced the next round.

“The wait is over! Moving on, here they are!”

You could see the tape guy walking up the stage, his arms stretched in front of him and his hands interconnected with his palms facing outside. On the other side of the stage a somehow really angry looking guy stood with two different hair colours.

“The cream of the crop! Yet this guy is somehow still as plain as they come, it’s Sero Hanta of the hero course! Versus, the best of the best! The strongest of the strongest! It’s Todoroki Shouto, also from the hero course!”

After a few seconds of silence Present Mic announced the start of the round.

Sero quickly wrapped some tape around Todoroki and yanked him to the side.

“He’s trying to push him out with a surprise attack! It’s probably the best strategy for him! Sero’s giving it his all”

Seeing the fast action of Sero you couldn’t help but stand up and cheer like some others and yelled out your support. “You go Sero!”

Yet it seemed as if it was in vain, a big gust of wind wafted up and suddenly half of the stadium was covered in a gigantic mountain of ice. Everyone was so silent that you could even hear Sero muttering the question of “That’s overkill no?” He too was completely covered in ice and you stood frozen in your place with our hands raised up in the sky like a total moron.

Midnight, who was also frozen broke the silence. “Sero? Can you move?”

Sero replied slightly shaking in the ice. “You’re kidding right? Ow ow ow.” You weren’t really surprised that he was currently in pain.

“Sero is immobilized! Todoroki moves on to the second round!”

Slowly you brought your hands down to you mouth and decided to yell out some encouragement, from that one tiny interaction you actually felt quite bad for him.

“It’s fine!” You eyes looked around, hoping that others would follow your example.

“It’s fine!” A few other yelled with you in sync, when you yelled for the third time it was more until everyone was yelling “It’s fine!” at the same time.

In the meantime Todoroki had gone to Sero to help him out of the ice with his…other quirk? It was announced that there would be another short pause until the ice was all gone, some other heat based heroes came down to help with the melting.

Unsurprisingly it took quite while until the huge mountain was completely gone.

“With the arena all thawed out, it’ time for the match! It’s class B’s assassin! Every…something- or- other has it’s thorns right? It’s Shiozaki Ibara! Versus, The sparkling killing boy! Kaminari Denki!”

All of a sudden Shiozaki turned around to face the commentators, objecting the fact that she had been called an assassin. Present Mic apologized and the match continued. Once again there were a few second of silence before he yelled out his start.

Electricity sparked around Kaminari as he determinedly looked at Shiozaki, he seemed to be very strong. But alas, it seemed as if you thought to high of him, once he made his attack he was left looking weirdly.

Shiozaki had protected herself and stood safely under a bunch of plants as she wrapped vines around Kaminari, it was obvious who had won here.

Not too soon after it was time for the next match to begin and Present Mic gave once again introduced the new contestants.

“The first round is just about half over! Next up is Ida Tenya of the hero course! Versus, covered head to toe in support equipment, it’s Hatsume Mei of the support course!”

At first there were some issues with the fact that Ida was also wearing support equipment despite that that the hero course wasn’t allowed to use any. The issue was quickly resolved as the reason Ida had apparently struck to the heart and so he was allowed to use the equipment.

Once Present Mic Yelled out his start, Ida didn’t wait for a second and zoomed right to her. He was efficiently dodged by Hatsume who spoke about the action she made while Ida messily turned back around. Hatsume began speaking about the equipment like a born sales-woman with the help of a microphone to increase her volume.

“Ah, is she using him to ell her items or something?” You snorted at the remark Ilya made, though it probably was correct. “She totally did, I mean, look at her…she isn’t even focused on her fight.”

F/N decided to contribute to the conversation. “Hey guys, how long do you think this is going to take? Look at all the stuff she has on her, like, that isn’t going to be like ‘one two three and done!’” You both looked at F/N, realizing that it would probably take around ten minutes or so before Hatsume would finally be finished with whatever she was going to speak about.

“Damn, I guess we can just talk now right?”

Expectantly you looked side to side but were disappointed by the fact that both of your friends were on their phones not even listening to you. With a huge sigh you leaned back in your seat and took out your own phone.

“Guess I’ll do the same then.”

The following ten minutes were filled with the speaking of Hatsume while almost everyone was on their phone except some people that worked for support companies who were watching the match with surprisingly great attention.

You were very glad when that ended and were looking forward to the next round, hoping that it would be better than whatever just happened.

The match was between a guy named Aoyoma Yuga and a pink girl named Ashido Mina, you were honestly quite impressed by her dodging, she seemed very lithe in the movements she made. She managed to win by throwing acid on the belt of Aoyoma and then upper cutting him right on his chin with such force that he was knocked unconscious.

Surprised you spoke to your friends. “That must’ve been one hell of a punch!”

After a minute the next math began, it was between a guy who had a bird head, to say it frankly, and a girl with black hair. The match was over quite soon, it seemed that by the time the girl would’ve made an object to help her in her fight, the boy just interrupted her as he didn’t need to wait for his quirk.

Soon after to other guys stepped up, they walked almost in synchrony, smashed their fists against their palms at the exact same time and ran at each other exactly at the same time when Present Mic gave the start signal.

They kept the match going for suite some time as they were seemingly evenly matched and their quirks were very similar to each other. Eventually they managed to tire themselves so out that when they landed the next punch on each other’s faces they knocked the other out, their bodies thudding on the ground on the exact same moment. The match was declared a draw and they would do an arm-wrestling match after they both woke up to declare a winner.

Finally it was time for the last match to begin.

“For the last matchup of the first round. A celebrity since his middle school days, with a face only a mother could love. It’s Bakugo Katsuki of the hero course! Versus! My personal pick! Uraraka Ochaco also of the hero course!”

With a deadpanned expression you looked at the announcers, more specifically at Present Mic for his blatant favouritism. ‘Ah, aren’t they supposed to be neutral in these things?’

You weren’t really surprised with the fact that Present Mic said that Bakugo’s face was one only a mother could love, he did have his mouth scrunched up in a weird way and his narrowed eyes didn’t give a great impression either. You preferred him a bit more when he was more silent and less ‘don’t fucking look at me peasant’, like when he was walking silently beside you when he guided you to the public entrance almost an hour ago.

[Just in between, I legit finished half a manga volume with everything above here, but I really wanna finish the sports festival, anyway, continue…]

It was silent for a little while, everyone for some reason looked at the two new contestants with bated breath, no one even dared to make noise until Present Mic announced the start.

Uraraka ran to Bakugo with extreme speed, low to the ground and both her hands held in front of her but she was stopped by a pretty big blast right in her face, at first you though that Bakugo had her pinned on the ground until you saw that what he held was an empty jacket.

Right from the side Uraraka sprung to Bakugo with her arms outstretched while Present Mic excitedly spoke about what she had done to fool Bakugo.

For a second it seemed that she was going to touch his back but with immense speed another explosion was blasted right into her face and she was knocked back, slightly skidding on the floor until she got back up.

‘Amazing! His reaction time is so fast! I wish I could do that!’

With wide eyes and bathed breath you kept looking at the fight. Hoping for the sweet looking girl, Uraraka, to win but silently also hoping that Bakugo would take the first place, though you did have to admit that seeing Uraraka charge relentlessly at Bakugo wasn’t a really pleasant experience.

You could hear that Present Mic felt something along the same lines as you but it was more in the way of ‘poor girl so strong willed but not strong enough against him’ and it seemed that other spectators felt the same as him.

A hero in the stands started booing and soon enough a whole crowd went along with it, while yes it wasn’t nice to see, both Bakugo and Uraraka didn’t deserve their fight to be booed. They were both giving it their best and it felt for you that they were insulting Uraraka’s braveness and strong will power especially against someone who was so focused on a goal as Bakugo.

A small nudge caused your attention to leave the fight as you locked eyes with Ilya.

“Don’t you think that the booing is stupid? I mean, they like, should’ve noticed the things in the sky right?”

You looked at him questioningly, furrowing your brows and adding a small head tilt. Rolling his eyes, Ilya pointed at the sky overhead Uraraka and Bakugo, showing rocks floating above them, slightly hidden from the public and thoroughly from the fighters beneath.

A small “Woah!” escaped your mouth as you looked at it, some people nearby who had heard followed your line of sight and gaped alongside of you. Faintly you could hear Present Mic agreeing with the still on going booing but he was quickly stopped by Eraser Head who spoke firmly through the microphone.

“Is the one who said that he’s toying with her a pro? How many years of active duty? If that’s what you’re taking away from watching then you can leave, there’s no point for you staying here and watching. Go home and start looking for another job.”

At his words your friends and you clenched your fists and yelled a “Yeah!” knowing that he was going to defend Bakugo and Uraraka.

“She came this far and he knows her strength. His caution shows that he recognizes her as a worthy opponent. It’ because he wants to win so badly that he can’t afford to hold back.”

Some people alongside you cheered with you and your friends. The way he spoke was somehow very encouraging despite speaking in a mostly monotonous voice.

All the focus went back to the still on going fight, you could see that Uraraka was speaking but it was obvious that you were too far away to properly hear her, by watching her mouth you could only guess that she had said ‘Thank you’ but you weren’t very sure.

All the smoke had left and people looked with wide eyes as Uraraka put her fingertips together and unleashed the massive amount of big rocks above their heads. Even Present mic hadn’t even noticed the rock and loudly yelled in the microphone what Uraraka had made.

“It’s a meteor storm!”

Uraraka ran forward with all her might while Bakugo determinedly looked up at the falling rocks, he braced himself and raised his left arm in the sky while he supported it with his other. Tiny sparks ran up his arm and released such a gigantic explosion that even you could feel the heat that came from it, you slightly closed your eyes to protect them from the very bright light but you were still amazed by the prowess that Bakugo showed in that single second.

Bakugo had obliterated the rocks in mere seconds.

“What and explosion! Uraraka’s secret plan just, went up in smoke!”

They both tried to run at each other but it seemed that Uraraka's meteor storm had taken too much out of her as she fell to the ground and tried to crawl further. Bakugo stood still watching just like the audience as Midnight went down to check on Uraraka and deemed her unable to continue and spoke that Bakugo would move on to the second round.

Your group of friends and some other audience members cheered at the victory but most of the others watched with pity as Uraraka was moved away by to tiny robots.

“Oh, poor Uraraka, taken down by Bakugo in the first round.” You could hear the reply of the previously silent Eraser Head. “If you’re going to be an announcer then do it right.”

You couldn’t help but agree with what he said.

“Well, get it together everyone…The first round is now over! We’ll move on to the second after a quick break!”

Once again you could hear Eraser Head speaking to Present Mic over the microphone, it was honestly quite entertaining to hear their friendly banter. It wasn’t the first time that you had seen it either, there were a lot of videos on the internet of their friendship and especially these moments.

“You’re making this way too personal.”

Once again you agreed with Eraser Head’s words, you’d love to know what else he thought on other topics and stuff, he seems like a pretty cool teacher to have.

There was a small break which you used to stretch out after sitting down for so long, you were quite surprised by the amount of pops you could hear coming from you back as you turned a bit to the left and to the right, even your two friends looked at you with wide and slightly disgusted eyes after they heard it. Honestly, you couldn’t blame them, the pops were really loud and they most certainly did not sound pleasant at all.

It seemed that the break was over as Present Mic announced that Kirishima and Tetsutetsu would do their arm-wrestling contest to see who would get to go to the next round, after a surprising amount of time, Kirishima came out victorious. His opponent was on the ground on his knees but when he looked up he was met with the sight of Kirishima standing with his hand outstretched to help him up, they both looked each other intensely in the eyes, it seemed that they had come to some sort of understanding.

With all the winners being known, Present Mic did not wait for much longer before he announced the start of the first match of the second round.

“Both of these competitors have won top marks in this festival so far! But there is only room for one of these greats in the ring! It’s Todoroki vs. Midoriya!! Start!”

Immediately after he yelled the start they both readied themselves, in the blink of an eye Todoroki had send out a big amount of ice towards Midoriya, you slightly worried that Midoriya wouldn’t really be able to do anything but you were surprised that he held out his hand and flicked a finger to the ice which then shattered into a bunch of pieces, because of the wind they both lightly stumbled back before managing to stay steady.

“WHOAA! He smashed right through!” There was no other way to describe what had happened.

Once again Todoroki used the same attack and Midoriya defended in the same way, this time Todoroki made some sort of ice shield behind himself so he wouldn’t get blown backwards by the wind. Faintly you could see on the big screens around the stadium that Midoriya’s fingers were very damaged, some even seemed to be coloured a deep purple.

The same thing happened two extra times before Todoroki got closer to Midoriya to attack, he punched the ground where Midoriya stood before he dodged, on the big tv’s you could see that there was a bit of ice caught onto Midoriya’s foot.

Suddenly there was a big gust of wind and dust flying around, faintly you could see that Todoroki once again had made a shield of ice behind him, though they could also be chunks of ice that had fallen back on the ground or something. For some reason the wind seemed stronger than the ones that happened before, once the dust cleared you could see that Midoriya’s arm was damaged.

Both Midoriya and Todoroki stood there for a few seconds saying something to each other but it was not picked up by any microphone, Todoroki then once again decided to do another ice attack like he had done the previous three times.

Somehow Midoriya defended himself with his more than likely very broken fingers, much to the bafflement of the audience and his opponent. He yelled something at Todoroki and for once the microphones actually picked something up.

“Gimme everything you got! Come at me!” With his broken fingers he clenched his hand tightly into the eyes of Todoroki with pain but determined to complete some sort of goal. (couldn’t help myself)

It was quite amazing to see the amount of dedication Midoriya had for something even if you didn’t know what it was, you wouldn’t have been able to do that and not to mention the amount of pain tolerance he had to have to even bite through the pain of the broken fingers and, most likely, arm.

‘He must’ve been through quite a bit… That Todoroki guy too, just look at how cold he is…Haha.’

You felt both proud and horrible for your sense of newly discovered humour. It was a pun and most certainly not exactly suitable for the context you meant it in.

Just then your eyes caught sight of the punch that was delivered directly into Todoroki’s stomach area, he flew behind and skidded a few times on the ground before coming to a stop, he stood back up and clutched his stomach.

“What a hit! Things are really heating up!”

Everybody was amazed as until now, neither Midoriya nor Todoroki had managed to give the other a solid hit. Once again you were pleasantly surprised, somehow, despite the fact that Midoriya looked completely beat up despite not having been hit.

Midoriya raised his hand to his mouth when he saw that Todoroki was coming closer, he had instead of solely using his fingers to flick them he had decided to make use of his thumb that had probably not been used. He put it on the inside of his mouth, right with the cheek and flicked Todoroki back with a blast. In between the next attack Midoriya yelled something at Todoroki, it was then that you could either see a bruise or blood on his cheek. He attacked once, twice, yelling at Todoroki seemingly with all his heart.

It was both admirable and extremely painful to see how far he went for his goal.

But you could see that it had an effect on Todoroki as he somehow seemed to be there yet also not.

Once Midoriya had knocked him down onto the ground he took a big gulp of air and yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Your power, is your own!”

For a second you could see sadness on Todoroki’s face, yet it seemed as if he had once again discovered something that had been taken away from him.

Before you or anyone else knew, a huge flame rose up from the middle, you could feel a surprising amount of heat reach towards where you sat and your hands instinctually went up to protect your face from the blaze. For some reason, the flames were exceptionally beautiful in that moment. Faintly you could see a smile on his face.

All of a sudden a shout was heard. “Shouto!” Endeavor had stood up from his seat and was stomping down the stairs yelling things you couldn’t hear. Present Mic spoke after the action, by his voice you could hear that he as well was confused by whatever it was that Endeavor said.

“A sudden pep talk from Mr. Endeavor huh? What a doting parent.” Under his voice he mumbled that he found it slightly unexpected as they were not on good terms apparently.

When the flames had downed slightly you focused all your attention on the fight again, Todoroki still had a part of him that was on fire but the heat was not felt to where you were, you could see that Midoriya and him stood face to face, ready to preform one final attack.

They both flew at each other, reaching out but were stopped in the middle by Cementoss and Midnight. Several slabs of cement rose up from the ground between them and faintly you could see that Midnight ripped a part of her hero costume to release her quirk.

The two attacks hit the slabs of cement and a gigantic cloud of dust rose over the stage, the wind blew everything and everyone back, your eyes had to squint to keep dust out of them, the dust cloud went so high that you could see it rising over the stadium. Present Mic spoke for everyone when he asked Eraser head what was up with his class.

“What a blast and what heat! Can’t see a thing. Has the match been decided?”

The dust started to clear, Midoriya was seemingly leaning against the wall, your eyes widened as you suddenly saw him fall with a thud to the ground.

“Todoroki moves on to the third round!”

There he stood, half covered in the dust and surrounded by ice, his clothing was partially burned away by his own quirk. You had to be honest with yourself, it was quite a sight to behold and you were very sure that you were not the only one.

The next round started after the previously done damages to the stage were repaired, it was time for Shiozaki to go against Ida. It felt as if the fight went by too fast but somehow you were not very surprised that it happened as it was a part of Ida’s quirk, especially if he kicked it into high gear.

You giggled at your joke despite the fact that it wasn’t your best one. You knew you could do better.

Eventually Ida won the match and then the next round between Ashido and Tokoyami was starting and ending before you knew it.

It was finally time for the last match in the second round, Kirishima vs Bakugo.

In all honesty, you were surprisingly excited for this match, not only because you were curious as to what other moves Bakugo had in his arsenal but also for the outcome of this match. While it was true that Bakugo was seemingly pretty vicious when fighting, you had a feeling that Kirishima would be able to old himself quite well against him with his quirk and you really wanted to see just how well he could use it against such an opponent and if he was able to win this.

The match had a very explosive start, but it seemed that Kirishima was doing just fine against the explosion that were pretty much fired off at point-blank.

When Bakugo fired off another explosion with his left he was countered by Kirishima who managed to scratch his right cheek with his hardened fist. With wide eyes filled with amazement you kept watching at how Kirishima attacked by rapidly punching.

“Man, these guys are pretty cool…” You muttered under your breath.

They kept exchanging punches, or in Bakugo’s case explosions, with each other before suddenly an explosion managed to hurt Kirishima in his side.

Present Mic yelled out your exact thoughts at that moment.

“OOOH! Did he feel that?!”

Kirishima seemed a bit dazed after that and Bakugo took full advantage of that, he started blasting away at Kirishima, not giving him time to retaliate or do more to protect himself. With a final powerful explosion, probably filled with all his determination, Bakugo blasted Kirishima away, he yelled something but you weren’t able to hear whatever he said.

With a slightly bated breath you looked at Kirishima, who laid on the ground, and slightly hoped that he would come back up, for he seemed so strong. Sadly enough Present Mic announced the final outcome of the battle.

“Bakugo’s carpet bombing blasts him into third round! And with that we’ve got our final four!”

A/N: Sooo, I uh, wanted to get the whole sports festival done in this chapter but it was so much that I decided to split it in three. Comments and likes are very much appreciated! I hope you enjoyed this 5000+ chapter like I said in the beginning…that was my estimation for the whole sports festival, I have underestimated the amount :/

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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years

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Title: Love, Maybe? {16}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Heavy Angst

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

**Slightly Edited/Proofread**

**Partially Interactive**

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Chapter 16: The Naked Truth

-Chris-

“God she’s still as beautiful as ever. So fucking beautiful.”

He thought back to the day before seeing her in the restaurant. His attention sought out the tense voice he heard, the voice of an angry man. He didn’t expect to see her. When it clicked, it was her everything, and everyone else faded—including Lita who was sitting across from him. His only thought was her, going to her, talking to her. It dawned on him now she was on a date. He took another swig of his beer; he was already on his sixth one. He had to lay off the beer he thought; he wasn’t getting any younger.

When he touched her, it was just as he remembered from those years ago. He wondered if it would be and he wasn’t disappointed. Touching her again made him want everything he never could over the last three years, everything Anthony, Seb, Scarlett, his siblings, and friends back home teased him about—everything he did those years ago in Vegas when he looked in her eyes as she stood across from him in the chapel. When his mind fell to the paps he groaned loudly.

“Fuck!” They’d royally screwed everything up. Once they showed up, everything went to hell. The screaming and crying began and then it was chaos. At the thought of the screaming and crying he sprang up at full alert.

“She had a kid.” He looked around him and wracked his brain with how, when, who, then jealously. He hadn’t felt it in a long time, not since he stopped thinking about the men she was galivanting around with in her life. No one else dredged up the annoying, useless emotion—just her.

“A fucking kid.” He tried to go over the memory again and tried to piece together all the details he could muster. It was difficult because once his eyes landed on her, everything else fell away. He tried to hone in on the figure that was between their bodies. Closing his eyes he took several minutes to go over the tiny human she held. It was a girl, blondish hair, chubby cheeks and something else—blue eyes. He snapped his eyes open and looked around for his phone. He couldn’t find it and was becoming annoyed with it. She was a mother. She’d been with someone else and allowed him that part of herself, the part he’d thought about and dared to regret not having.

He dropped back to the seat and slicked his hair back, leaving his hands sunken in his locks.

“She’s a mom; she has a kid.”

He thought if that changed things. If what he wanted changed because of it. He couldn’t place it, one thing was certain he was jealous about it, and he knew he had no right to be, especially after what happened three years ago. He hated how erratic his thoughts were. It was so erratic he didn’t think twice leaving Lita in the restaurant to run after you. He didn’t think about her again until she came outside and cussed him out. She was pissed, and he couldn’t seem to care he kept looking up and down the sidewalk hoping to see you. He knew he had to make that right—but not tonight. Tonight his only thought was you.

He walked inside and saw his phone on the kitchen counter and quickly grabbed it. He searched it for the number he’d gotten from your restaurant manager. He had no idea what he was doing; he was running on pure instinct—pure feeling. It rang and rang and rang, no answer. He didn’t wait for the voicemail to come on; instead he hung up. He didn’t want to leave a message or hear a recording he wanted to hear your voice. He wanted to actually speak to you; he wanted to see you.

“Fuck, you want too much!”

He dropped his head to the island counter and took several calming breaths trying to get a grip. He felt as if he were free-falling down the same rabbit hole Alice had except he wasn’t going to Wonderland, he was falling into every thought, feeling, desire, and need he’d walled off for the last three years. It was overwhelming. He quickly walked to his bookcase in the living room and took out the tin case and the joint he held there. He noted to himself he was running low and needed to restock then wasted no time lighting it up. After taking a long puff, he closed his eyes, hoping the granddaddy purple would work wonders and ease his stress, anxiety and give him the euphoric feeling he desperately needed right now. Four hours and two joints later he was pleased when he just stared at the lights dancing across his ceiling with no thought in his head. Everything was quiet, quiet enough for him to finally sleep.

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-Vixen-

Today was mommy and Ella day. You welcomed the break from work and life stress. You spent the day at the petting zoo, letting her pet every allowable animal she desired, which was every animal. She then rode the back of every animal offered, donkey, horse, and llama. She even tried to ride the back of a tortoise and threw a fit when she was told no. It was hilarious, you had no idea where she got this love for animals. You tolerated them and admired them from afar, but up close you shied away. Your father tried to swindle you into adopting a puppy for her once, and you quickly nipped it in the bud. You liked dogs and cats, but there was no way you could train it and give it the necessary attention you were everywhere.

After the petting zoo, you took her to one of the best toy stores and allowed her to run free. You spent hours there just playing with every toy she got her hands on. You didn’t mind; you loved every second of it. By the time you left, you had several bags of toys. It was disgusting how wrapped around her tiny little finger you were. To finish the night you made it to an ice cream parlor that served ice cream the old school way. You loved little mom and pop stores and tried to support them when you could. Ella rested her head on your shoulder holding one of her new toys, a pink and white unicorn as you rocked her. She loved unicorns; everything was unicorns. You were surprised you weren’t fed up with them. You hummed a lullaby and surveyed the display cases before you.

“Vanilla, strawberry, or cookie?”

You knew the answer before she responded. “Co-ie,” she replied. You nodded. Between the two of you, you were always the boring one. She held up her unicorn for you, and you pretended to marvel as it lit up.

“Pretty.” She smiled, and you kissed her across the forehead.

“Vixen right?”

You spun around and came face to face with Anthony. A feeling of dread washed over you, and you instinctively looked around for Chris.

“That’s me.”

“And who is this beauty?” Ella smiled widely and dropped her head back into the crook of your neck. You smiled at her shy antics; normally she loved being the center of attention.

“Uh, Ella.”

“She is beautiful, hi princess. You are so beautiful, just like your mama. She is yours, right? I mean I see the resemblance.”

“Do you? Interesting a lot of people have to stare really hard to find it,” you informed.

“No, I see a lot of you in there—though I’m pretty sure the rest of her is her father, right.”

The look he gave you spoke volumes. It was as if he saw right through you and to the truth. How? It was impossible. He didn’t know anything. Or did he? You cleared your throat and looked away and to the clerk. You stepped past Anthony to the counter and ordered yours and Ella’s ice-cream. As you waited you made conversation with Anthony.

“How is your sister, Nexus?”

You smirked and shook your head.

“Do you really care? I mean after you left her in the club and all.”

“Okay for the last time I didn’t mean to, I had an emergency, and when I looked around for her I didn’t see her. It wasn’t intentionally done,” he explained. You didn’t believe one word, and you knew it was because of your own issues.

“And you don’t believe me.”

“Why should I? It wouldn’t be the first time a celeb tried to get their kicks off picking up a normal girl just to string her along. What makes you any different?”

“Is that what happened with him?”

You clenched your jaw and got sucked back into the past of the embarrassment you felt that night at his house. The humiliation at thinking things could be more only to have him say what he did. Shaking it off you gave him your best nonchalant face. He nodded and looked back to Ella in your arms and studied her.

“She has his eyes; he will find out.” Your stomach fell, and you were sure fear was etched across your face. Anthony nodded as if he got the final confirmation. “Makes sense now.” Before either of you could speak any further your order came through. Ella took her ice cream and wasted no time burying her face in it. You and Anthony laughed as the door opened and in came all six feet of the devil himself. Your smile fell, and you looked at Anthony, who didn’t seem surprised. He knew he would come. You couldn’t help but feel set up.

You felt the cold drips of ice cream on top of your breast and in your cleavage. You gasped and looked down to see Ella had made a mess on you. You grabbed some napkins and dabbed at the sweet, sticky drops; every dab produced a ripple effect of your breast. You looked up to Chris and saw his eyes were glued to your exposed skin. His mouth was slightly ajar with his full bottom lip hanging down. You looked away and turned your back, fighting the urge to egg him on. You desperately wanted to tease him and hated it.

“Get a grip!”

When you turned back around, your eyes met.

“I can’t do the paparazzi thing again,” you began.

“I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t know what he was apologizing for, the paparazzi or three years ago. You flared your nose and studied him. He looked sincere.

“I’m very sorry.” Feeling emotion rise in you, you looked away and nodded as another plop of ice cream fell on top of your breast.

“I-cree boop,” Ella announced with a delighted squeal before she palmed the mess and smeared it fully across your breast.

“Wow, Kristella Reaell,” you panted out.

You put her to stand and quickly grabbed some more napkins to clean the mess. After a few moments, you realized Chris was staring at her with a blank expression on his face. You cringed realizing you’d used her full first name. The universe was fucking with you, and you were tired of it. Once you threw away the soiled napkins you scooped her into your arms again and took your ice-cream from Anthony. Chris looked to you, and the look on his face shook you. He knew. He had to. He quickly looked back to her. Ella looked to him and in the span of three seconds her small hand reached out for him. Chris looked at her hand, and you recognized the emotion in his eyes, it was the same emotion you felt every time she looked at you—really looked at you. She looked into his eyes—eyes that were a replica of hers.

“My,” she said. That was your cue, you quickly stepped around them and hurried outside into the fresh air. You panted and scurried to your car.

“How old is she?” You stopped in your tracks at the sound of his voice.

“Fuck!”

Without thinking, you continued walking to your car and opened the back door. You leaned in to buckle Ella in her car seat and tried to calm your rapidly beating heart. The dream was quickly being ripped from you. You were verging toward the point of no return. You stood upright, and he was there. Once you looked into his face you saw fear and rage.

“Answer me. How old is she?”

Words still couldn’t form, you couldn’t even think. The long pause was too long for him.

“Vixen!”

Flinching you made a face trying to keep the tears at bay.

“Twenty months, almost two,” was your meek response.

You saw him doing the math in his head, and you didn’t know if you could stick around for it to resonate. You walked around him to the driver’s side, and he followed hot on your heels.

“Is she mine?”

You wrapped your arms around your abdomen and felt the full panic. Your dream was gone. You knew you couldn’t lie; it was do or die, time for the naked truth. Chris grabbed onto your elbow and spun you around to face him. Your body crashed against his, and you looked into his eyes. There was a jumble of emotion there; rage, fear, hurt, desire and disbelief, you felt all of them with him. Your hot tears rolled down your cheeks; his expression softened but only a touch.

“Is—she—mine?” He enunciated each word through his gritted teeth. You nodded and looked down away from him. From the corner of your eye, you saw paparazzi scurrying across the busy street with their cameras poised for pictures. You groaned.

“Look I can’t--,”

“Jesus Christ!”

“I can’t do this, I’m sorry.”

You hopped into the driver’s seat and sped off just as the paps crowded Chris and snapped pictures from every angle. You looked in your rearview mirror and tried to contain the tears that threatened to spill. This was not how it should have happened.

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multipandombabe · 6 years

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I Want Them to Hear 🍃

from the prompt kaleigh gave me about david trying to prove he’s good in bed by fucking you loudly enough for everyone to hear. lol enjoy.

David held a strained grip on the wheel of the Tesla. You could see the hairs on his arm raised in agitation. He was silently shaking his head. Meanwhile the mockery from the boys in the backseat continued to echo around the walls of the car. You sat next to him in the passenger seat, a pitying look on your face and a hand rubbing his thigh for comfort.

It had been a few hours since you had showed up to Jason and Todd’s house, where you found out Jason was conducting a part two to his lie detector video. This time he wanted everyone who had chickened out for the last one. First Carly went, then Scott, then Suzy, then Erin, and then you. It wasn’t that bad. People asked the obvious ones:

Are you really in love with David? Yes. True.

Have you ever cheated on him? No. True.

Have you ever fantasized about anyone else in this room? No. Lie.

You rolled your eyes and admitted Corinna might have crossed your mind before you and David were together.

She stuck out her tongue at him. “That’s payback,” she smirked.

Everyone laughed, but it was no big deal. Every question passed with either the truth or a little laugh at your ashamed lying. It was going smoothly.

Until the last question, which Zane snuck in right as you thought it was over. You started to stand up and suddenly he threw in a grand finale, “Is David the best sex you’ve ever had?”

You breathed out, shocked by the last second inclusion. “Uhh yeah,” you stuttered. It wasn’t something you’d contemplated before.

“Lie,” the polygraph’s monotone operator defied you.

“What, no! I was moving. Ask me again.” You sat down and relaxed your spine, trying to keep your breathing even.

“Is David good in bed?”

“Yes.”

“Lie.”

“What the fuck?” you asked, exasperated.

“Yeah I was about to ask the same question,” David joked, a tint of hurt in his voice.

“Oh David, that’s so sad baby,” Zane teased.

“I could lend you some toys, David. There’s no shame in needing a little extra help,” Trisha suggested. She was serious and you groaned at the thought of your friends intervening in your sex life. “Right babe?”

Jason was too beside himself to respond to Trish, “Finally something David sucks at. I cannot wait to edit this vlog motherfucker. Pose for a thumbnail. And really try to work up some tears if you can.”

“He’s good!” you protested. ��I’m just overthinking it and the test is reading it wrong. I swear.” No one wanted to listen. There was too much joy in watching David put his face in his hands, every camera on the room was trained on him.

Now you were riding next to him in his car, as he drove some of the gang to his house. The same strained discomfort was there in his eyes as Zane, Jonah, Todd, Heath, and Mariah tore into him. They were a group of friends always on the precipice of humiliating one another. David was often the instigator. Rarely the target. They had ammunition against him now and they weren’t about to let it go. At that moment Jonah was making some claim about how he could get any woman into bed with him —that he knew how to make them scream too. You gagged.

“Jonah you’re such a liar. Your dick is like two inches. Shut the fuck up!” David huffed.

“Yeah well at least I can satisfy a woman with my dick,” he giggled, his tongue poking out between his teeth.

It continued like that until you pulled into the driveway. The guys moved on eventually, as they made it to David’s fully stocked fridge and had their share of free Coronas. You stayed in the living room idly chatting with everyone for the next few hours, but you’d been up early that day and sleep was starting to creep in on you.

You yawned, lifting your arms over your head, “That’s it. I gotta sleep guys.”

There was a chorus of feeble protesting but you shook them off and made your way to David’s bedroom. “Goodnight,” you called behind you as you shut the door. You took off your makeup, threw on some pajamas, and brushed your teeth. As you clicked the light off in the ensuite bathroom, you heard the bedroom door open and close. A figure walked toward you in the darkness and could make out David as your eyes began to adjust.

“Hey babe—“ he cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. You leaned into his kiss, parting your lips. He was eager. You let your arms wrap around his shoulders lazily as he did most of the work, earning a moan from you. He left your lips to kiss a trail down your neck.

“What are you doing?” you asked breathlessly, as he paused to lift your shirt off. He pulled it over your head and let it fall somewhere on the floor. You stood topless before him now.

“Hmmm pretty girl,” he mused. “Want me to stop?” The words came out in a mumbled growl, as he’d returned his lips to the base of your neck. He was making his way down to your collarbone. You shook your head and added “No,” as you gulped for air. His hands gripped the sides of your waist, but as he worked he moved them to the waistband of your shorts. His lips found your breasts as his fingers breached the hem of your underwear.

“Everyone gone?” you inquired, with what little breath you could conjure.

“Nope,” he said. Smug. “I left everyone in the living room. Told them I needed to grab something from my bedroom quickly.”

His hand was still manuerving down to your slit. You were already wet, just from his hot breath all over your skin. He kissed you again as he started to rub a circular pattern over your clit. Then he reversed direction, pulled back a little, and his pointer finger found the entrance to your pussy. He started with one finger, keeping his thumb outside your body, massaging your clit. He fingered you slowly, steadily, purposefully. When he felt you start to clench around his fingers he pulled his hand away. You whimpered unintentionally, your lips vibrating against his.

“Sorry,” he laughed into the kiss. He slid his hands back down in between your thighs. He pulled them apart a bit more this time, forcing your knees to buckle a bit before you gained balance in this stance. Again he found your clit with his thumb while he slipped two fingers into you. The other hand was now gripping your ass. He got you close to your orgasm again. Your head titled back as your breath came in shallow staccatos. Then as he felt your pussy tighten, he removed his hands again.

“David! Please stop!” you whispered. You now realized he was edging you, but you couldn’t take the teasing.

“Sorry, sorry. Just lay down on the bed. I’ll take care of you in a second.” You did as he said, falling back into the soft sheets and spreading your aching legs. You watched as he slide his bottoms off, searching for a condom in his desk drawer while his free hand jerked himself off. He was hard by the time he found one and rolled it on. He found you again in the darkness and you could see his bright eyes admiring you from above. He reached out his thumb again, pulling it from your entrance to your clit in a circle. He stopped, leaned forward, and presented his thumb in front of your mouth. You sucked on it for him, trying to swipe your tongue up the side as he pulled away. You wanted him as desperate as you. It was no use.

He wrenched your legs apart, using your inner thighs to hold himself steady. Slowly, he entered you. Just the tip of his cock. He stared you down with a silent intensity that demanded you beg for it.

“Please just put it in already,” you hissed. He chuckled and eased into you once, painfully slowly so you could feel every inch, before pulling all the way out. He tapped his dick against your clit.

“Tell me. What do you want me to do?”

“Please just fuck me!” you tried to whisper, but the moment got the better of you. It came out full volume, maybe loud enough for everyone to hear. You clasped a hand over your mouth, shocked at yourself. He positioned himself at the entrance to your pussy again. You could barely keep from shouting now as you squirmed underneath him. You bucked your hips trying desperately to make contact. He smiled. Confident. He’d never made you beg like this, but he loved the power.

“I want them to hear how bad you want it.” You finally realized what he was doing. What would make him happy. He’d been working you up in the hopes you’d be more vocal than you usually were. You were typically quiet for Natalie’s sake and because you were content whispering nasty things in his ears. Just for him to hear. You were never a screamer. You could change that for him though.

“Just fuck me already!” you were nearly shouting. They heard that. That was the encouragement he needed and he slammed into you full force. He put his elbows on either side of your head so that he could pound into you as fast as possible. His eyes were closed and his face was only a few inches from yours. You loved watching the torment and pleasure play across his expression.

The bed was sturdy, but the unusual force was making it rock. The mattress careened and buckled, creaking lightly. If no one had heard your voice, they would definitely hear the movement. You moaned loudly for their benefit too.

“Your cock feels so fucking good baby.”

“Yeah, you like that?”

“Yeah. Fuck me just like that. Just like that,” you gave your best fake whine that you’d picked up from girls in porn. You bit your lip a little to keep from smiling.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he panted, losing stamina a bit. You wrapped your legs around his back and helped guide him in. You reached down to rub your own clit right as your skin began to tingle and your pussy clenched. Your orgasm hit you like a load of bricks. All the edging had prepared you for a massive impact. Your whole body cramped, your back left the mattress, your eyes glazed over, and you let a genuine scream escape your lips on this occasion. You could barely hear him tell you he was cumming over the ringing in your ears. He pulled out and came, falling on top of you in the process. You both breathed heavily, wet with sweat and physically exhausted.

“Do you think they heard us?” he asked, laughing.

“Yeah, I think they’ll shut up now.” You joked back.

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