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MHA SingingSoulmate!au
Harmonies of the Heart series Part 1
Prohero!Kirishima x gn!reader
Your soulmate can hear you sing (and yes some of the boys & y/n are dumb & can't recognize talking voices from your singing voices)
Warnings ⚠️ curse words, they are a staple in my vocabulary idgaf
A/n: WOOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOML, MY FAVORITE REDHEAD, THE BRIGHTEST SUNSHINE, MY #1 COMFORT CHARACTER. EIJIROU KIRISHIMA!! damn these 11th hr birthday posts are popping out of me. Is this my best? Probably not but it isss what it issss. I have at least 3 more planned for this series (hopefully I can get them done before an hour until their bds are over 🥲) Also this is my first gn!reader so sorry if they're are any mistakes! 😅
Edited A/N: WHY THE FUCK DID I THINK HIS BD WAS ON THE 10TH AND WORKED MY ASS OFF TO GET IT OUT WHEN I HAD 6 MORE DAYS?! 😭😭😭
It's been about 2 years since you found your gym buddies that turned into friends. You've heard them refer to themselves as the "Bakusquad", how you fell in with a group of pro heros as a workout buddy you'll never know. Not that you're complaining, you love their chaotic energy. Currently you were on the way to your gym to meet them. You were blasting your favorite playlist, Throne by Bring Me the Horizon had just come on and you started to sing along.
Remember the moment you left me alone and
Broke every promise you ever made
I was an ocean, lost in the open
Nothin' could take the pain away
Suddenly a second voice could be heard in your head. The rough gravelly voice of your soulmate.
So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne...
You smirked. It seemed your soulmate always sang along with you if he knew the song. Which to be fair is why you always played this playlist. He knew most of the songs. The duet came to an end as you pulled into the parking lot but one of your favorite songs came on next. So you did the logical thing and stayed in the car to sing your heart out.
Choke me like you hate me, but you love me
Lowkey wanna date me when you fuck me (uwu)
Touch me with the lights off and my chains on
Baby, I'm not the right one you should wait on...
After your solo you made your way into the gym to meet your friends. "Y/n! You're finally here! You missed it, Kiri nearly died!" Mina and Kami yelled.
"What?!" You shouted. "Is he ok?" Your panic had nothing to do with the teeny tiny crush you had on the red head. He WAS your friend after all.
"Yeah. Bro just choked on his protein drink out of nowhere is all." Sero filled in.
You calmed down and laughed scolding Mina & Kaminari. "Oh. Don't scare me like that jeez!"
Kirishima made his way to your line of sight, a heavy blush covering his cheeks. "Hey its not my fault my soulmate decided to sing something hot—" his rosy cheeks darkened," uh unexpected while I was taking a drink."
"Enough about your dumb love life. Are we going to work out or what." Bakugo grumble. That was all you guys needed to get your asses moving. For the next few hours you rotated on the equipment trying to one up eachother. Everyone had their own that they excelled in. Mina was queen of hip thrusts, Sero ruled anything that had to do with shoulders, Kami would put a wash board to shame with he abs he had, Bakugo was obviously #1 at arms (& everything else if you ask him) and Kiri you swore could damn near dead lift a car. And you apparently had "crush a watermelon thighs" or so Kami & Mina told you.
After the gruesome workout everyone piled into your car to go to your guys favorite post workout cafe. Yours was the only one that could fit all of you. Yes everybody could take their own ride but where's the fun in that. Bakugo always brought his motorcycle, Kirishima his truck, Mina's convertible and Sero and Kami rode skateboards. So you were the designated chauffeur.
Mina shouted, "SHOTGUN!" Seconds before Bakugo.
"YOU RODE SHOTGUN LAST TIME YOU ALIEN!" He yelled.
"Go cry about it." She stuck he tongue out at him as she slipped into the passenger seat. As you were pulling out onto the road Mina started to look for music on your phone. Usually whoever rides passenger uses their own phone but you had already plugged in yours while the group was bickering about who was sitting where. However Mina, your dear friend, liked to snoop through peoples playlists. "Ooh what's 'Favorites that we mostly duet ❤' Y/n?" She said giving you knowing side eye look while scrolling.
Your face was warm and not just from the workout. "Um, songs I like to sing along to?" She wasn't buying it. "Ok fine. Its mostly songs my soulmate and I sing together." You pouted sheepishly.
"Hmm. Lotta punk/alternative rock & emo music in here. But also some hella good pop bangers. Kiri I see lots of the bands you listen to." Mina observed. She clicked on a song and you heard familiar vocals of Sam Tinnesz.
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
I've got that lightnin' inside me
Son of a God
I'm like a titan that's risin'
Oh, just you watch
I'm steppin' into fate
There is no time to waste
I've got that lightnin' inside me
This is how legends are made...
"Really? Cool, your soulmate has good taste then." You saw that gorgeous smile of his in your rearveiw mirror.
"Your taste in music is ass, Shitty Hair." Bakugo rolled his eyes.
"Hey don't rag on other peoples music tastes dude. We don't say nothin when we listen to your classic rock love ballads." Kami interjected.
Bakugo crossed his arms "Tch. Whatever."
As you made the final turn to your destination a new song played. One that always make you feel like a bad bitch. And Mina shared the sentiment. She screeched, "AH THIS IS MY JAM!"
"BRO ME TOO! IF WE WERENT IN THE CAR I'D DO THE DANCE!" Kami screamed.
"SAME BESTIE!" Mina squealed. Kami & Mina started to sing along.
...I said certified freak, seven days a week
Wet ass pussy, make that pullout game weak, woo! (Ah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy
Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy...
You giggled how into they were. Pretty soon Sero was singing also & they were trying to get you to sing as well. You shook your head. You didn't really sing in front of people but you couldn't say no. So you started when your favorite part came up.
...Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes
Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating
Put him on his knees, give him some' to believe in
Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating
In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya
If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder
Big D stand for big demeanor
I could make ya bust before I ever meet ya
If it don't hang, then he can't bang
You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain
If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?"
When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name, ah...
Finishing the song as you pulled up to the coffee shop you heard Bakugo & Kirishima talking in hushed tones. Kiri's face was flushed & Bakugo had an amused smirk on his face. Everyone got out of the car & as you were about to step into the shop Kiri grabbed your wrist, stirring up the butterflies in your stomach. "Um, hey Y/n can we talk for a sec?" He looked nervous.
"Hey you guys coming or what?" Kami asked.
Bakugo pulled him away by the ear & into the Cafe to me up with Sero & Mina. "Come on Pikachu, give Rock Head & Y/n a minute."
"Sure, is everything okay?" You asked turned to Kirishima.
"Yeah, it's just," he licked his lips, "maybe it's better if I just show you. Do you mind if we go back in the car? I'm kinda self conscious about it..." You lifted your brow. "It's nothing pervy! I swear!"
You laid a hand hand on his chest and patted, "I know. Your not like that. I was just teasing you." Unlocking and getting in the car you turned to fully face him. "Okay what is it Red." His ears tinged scarlet at the nickname. They always did, you found it adorable.
He fiddled with his fingers."Uh, I hate to keep asking favors but could you close your eyes please?"
"Oh shush." You told him closing your eyes. "It's not a problem."
He released a shakey breath and soon you heard a familiar song. You cocked your head to the side wondering where this was going. Suddenly your favorite sound found your way to your ears. A sound you have only heard in your head previously. A rough gravelly voice that made your knees weak & your heart soar.
...Double bubble disco queen
Headed to the guillotine
Skin as cool as Steve McQueen
Let me be your killer king
It hurts until it stops
Your eyes snapped open. Eijirou Kirishima was your soulmate. You'd been around him for two fucking years & somehow neither of you had realized. You grabbed his clasped hands. His knuckles were white from gripping g them so hard. He wasn't looking at you. He was still singing.
We will love until it's not
I'm a killing spree in white
Eyes like broken Christmas lights
You ducked down a little while tilting his face up with your other hand. Tears were beginning to stream down you cheeks. His eyes widend in panic and he began to try and wipe your tears away. But you had a duet to sing. You smiled warmly at him.
My touch is black and poisonous
And nothing like my punch drunk kiss
I know you need it
Do you feel it
Drink the water
Drink the wine
Eijirou couldn't believe it. His gym crush. His friend. You were really his soulmate. So he did the only thing he knew what to do. He sang with his love.
Oh we gotta turn up the crazy
Livin' like a washed up celebrity
Shooting fireworks like it's the fourth of July
Until we feel all right
Until we feel all right...
By the time the song came to an end your cheeks hurt from smiling. You whispered, "Hey soulmate."
"Hi, soulmate." He whispered back before leaning in slightly. You met him the rest of the way. Your kiss was the softess kiss you've ever had. It was like he was afraid to break you. The grip he had on your waist was gentle but firm. As if you might disappear from him. Breaking the kiss he held his forehead against yours. "So I guess we should probably go in before the squad gets suspicious."
Sighing happily you agreed. "I mean we should go in, I'm starving." After getting out of the car for a second time you grabbed his had, lacing your fingers through his. "But I don't really care if they are suspicious or not." Your friends were looking at the both of you through the window.
"You know what? I don't either." Eijirou said before leaning down to kiss you again. You smiled into the kiss after hearing the outrageous shouting coming from your friends. Eijirou pulled away but barely. "So if I treat you to coffee or whatever you want does this count as a date?" He gave you that dazzling smile.
You chuckled. "If you want it too." You pecked him on the cheek. He grinned back at you all goofy.. "It's a date then!" You couldn't wait for all the duets to be sung together while being able to look into those sparkling ruby eyes. Side by side you made your way in together, your hearts in harmony with eachother.
#mha#my hero academia#kirishima#kirishima ejirou#kirishima x reader#soulmate au#kirishima x gn!reader#it is his birthday#may he get all the manly things and meat#my shark toothed sunshine#my red headed cinnamon roll#i love him a very normal amount#my tiny blog
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Can't sleep?.. Me neither (Kiribaku nightmare fic)
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/43LvTes
by JasperRayDoomsday
UA used to be the safest place in Japan, now all of its students are unsettled and unsure, this includes top-of-the-class Bakugo Katsuki, who hasn’t been the same since Kamino. Kirishima, the shark toothed ‘golden retriever’ of the neighbouring dorm has noticed that something is up, can he help Bakugo and deal with his own emotions?
Or
Bakugo is having nightmares, Kirishima steps in to help and slowly they both come to realise their feelings and shortcomings.
Words: 1956, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Bakugou Katsuki's Parents
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Jirou Kyouka & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta
Additional Tags: Nightmares, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine
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hi! what about the og quinx squad? :) (sorry for bothering you i just need more tokyo ghoul content and i like to hear people's opinions)
(I forgot about this in my drafts for a bit, I still love doing these)
Ooh no worries I'm happy for the chance! I'll start it off short and sweet with my thoughts on the squad as the whole: I love them and their rainbow hair so very dearly. Speaking of rainbow, that's how I'm going to organize them as I rant about the individuals, hair color! so to begin,
Ginshi Shirazu! My pointy-toothed dearest, what is this shark doing outside of his natural habitat, put him back in the ocean. Jokes aside he's definitely the one I will most confidently say I wish the best for. His haircut would make me reconsider my life choices if I saw it in-person but as a work of fiction I like it quite a lot. Tokyo Ghoul is a series in which characters' hair generally follow the laws of gravity to a certain degree, which makes his little sprout stand out all the more. He was with us for less time than the rest but stood out all the more. Speaking of which, my only criticism would be why was he taken from us. Well, more specifically the timing of it Not just because I miss him either, why did it happen in that arc? It wasn't very quinx centric at all, it was about the Tsukiyamas and Haise so to squeeze Shirazu's death in there feels awkward. Guess we couldn't have the extrovert around to be reasonable and uplifting about the entire squad going to hell. As Kuki pondered during the Mutsuki fight, "maybe if we had our ray of sunshine we wouldn't have made the worst decisions of our lives."
Next up on the rainbow, Tooru Mutsuki. Oh my poor son. Look how they massacred my boy. If I ignore the undertones of "being trans is just a coping mechanism and he'll always be feminine and this is directly intertwined to the worst aspects of his character" it can't hurt me. IT CAN'T HURT ME. You deserve better than your parental figure Mutsuki I promise the first man not to shame and condemn you doesn't have to be the object of your affections. I don't know how to knit in the slightest but I'd make him a sweater and teach him how to make garlic bread or something. Disaster. Has done nothing wrong ever and everything wrong ever but I will support him regardless. I just want him to get the chance to heal instead of being given another way to unhealthily supress and hide. I love him dearly. If I had to give one criticism other than the whole. You know. I didn't realize his kagune was supposed to be a Bikaku until I took a closer look at a single panel in a chapter going through it for the second time, it really looks like it was supposed to be a ringkaku, just due to the fact that it seems to be coming from higher up on his back in most panels and takes that kind of tentacle shape.
Alright now, Saiko Yonebayashi! That is the only time I will be spelling her full name, Yonebayashi makes my brain perform a computer reset. A legendary vibe, strengthening your kagune is temporary, shaping it into anime weapons is forever. (I swear I'm not the first person to have this thought so if anyone knows where my brain stole it from let me know.) No complaints, golden standard of characters, perfection in a small package.
Okay obviously that was a joke, I suppose it'd be the fact that she isn't really given an arc all her own to change and grow? It makes me sad because all the quinx men are given their moments, and while she has good scenes, where is my Saiko development! Where is my Saiko centric arc! WHERE IS SHE!
And we arrive at Kuki Urie. He's a funny guy to me because we have the same hobbies and similar aspirations to be the best as well as similar rude inner voices, but we're terribly different. Like I can fathom his logic and given the same goal and experiences, I'd do the same but I would never exercise by choice, I will continue being built like a noodle thank you. He's very dense, I like him. I appreciate the role of "the serious one" he plays but there were certainly a few times I just wanted to tell him to shut up and live a little. So that's my criticism. Learn to laugh Urie. Love him.
Now I'm not certain if you'd be including Haise in this but I'm going to for the sake of my own fun. Warning this is going to devolve fast.
Favorite Kaneki, literally just their mom. I wish his reaper transformation had been more like post-Jason, in the way that he's undeniably changed but still you know. A decent person. Instead he's just... whatever reaper Kaneki was. Biggest criticism was Shirazu's death. I don't care how many memories he's regained nor how Urie was being somewhat accusatory, Kuki was grieving, undeniably caught up in the fresh sting of death and memories, and though he did act somewhat arrogant in "why couldn't you save us" that's fairly reasonable. Haise was supposed to watch over them, and he was mainly saying "why weren't you there to say goodbye and comfort him in his final moments, he wanted you there" and despite certainly having at least a COUPLE memories as to Urie's whole complex of “I can’t be weak or rely on anyone because I can only trust myself to be strong enough to save my friends” reaper just says "actually you weren't strong enough to save him it's your fault again." Realistically that would've doubled down on that mentality and it probably did! I wish it was explored more but wow having the closest thing to a parent tell you the death of one of the closest people to you is your fault just like you've feared it would be, would mess up anyone. Moral of the story is love Haise, hate the reaper.
#tokyo ghoul#miscellaneous not-art things#quinx squad#Why can I struggle to write a single paragraph email but write multiple paragraphs for every one of these asks.#zeph answers questions about media/characters/ships
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A Picture is a Poem without Words
Chapter 17
A/N: Boy....it’s been a minute eh? Well. I am trying to get back into the habit of writing again. So we shall see how that goes. Dresses and shoes mentioned are from Pinterest. Lace dress (x) Party Dress (x) Shoes (x)
Warnings: Canon typical violence. Many allusions too smut, but nothing to great in detail.
Taglist: @yungkvte @mcrmarvelloki @realm-of-azrael and @shootingthroughthesky0905 @mikeisthricedeceased
The next several days passed by in a blur. Blix hardly ate and slept far more than usual. She would wake up crying, after a night filled with nightmares.
On the morning of the 5th day, she woke up with a heavy sigh. She slowly sat up, looking around her room. After the second night of nightmares, she began sleeping in her room and not Pacho’s not wanting to worry him. Or wake him constantly.
Blix dragged herself from her bed, taking a long shower to wake herself up. Once she was done, and dried off, she stared blankly at her closet.
‘I want something comfortable but… not slobby.’
She spotted a sundress that she hadn’t worn in a while: a white lace mini dress that was made of soft materials.
She slowly slid it on, slipping on some white flats to match.
Blix sat at her vanity, looking at her reflection wincing slightly at how tired and puffy her eyes looked. She looked down at her makeup, deciding to keep it simply with some pink lip gloss. She slid on her shark necklace and the shark tooth earrings that matched. She brushed her long mane of hair and twisted it up into a simple bun.
Taking a breath, she nodded at her appearance, before standing up and walking out of her room.
She quietly walked downstairs, looking around, trying to spot Pacho in the crowd of guards.
She finally spotted him, near one of the couches, talking to Chepe.
Blix slowly strolled over to him, smiling softly at guards who greeted her. Once she was standing next to him, she slowly reached over and held his hand in hers. He looked down in slight surprise, his own smile forming on his face as he gripped her hand tightly.
“Good morning little fox. It’s nice to see you out and about with us,” Chepe commented leaning over to kiss her forehead.
“Needed to get out of my room. Some sunlight. What’s happening right now?” Blix asked, her voice slightly hoarse from her crying.
“Just a meeting about security surrounding the party. We need to be highly aware of who we let in or near it. Don’t want anyone from the DEA sniffing around,” Pacho softly explained, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him.
“Knowing them, they’ll plant someone whose low level as like wait staff. Look for anyone who has family that’s been struggling financially,” Blix replied, curling into his side.
The two of them nodded in response, Chepe smirking slightly as he walked off.
“Shall we go out? I think it’s been a while since I’ve taken you out on a date. I want to be a bit selfish today, and keep you to myself,” Pacho whispered to her, giving her a small kiss.
Blix smiled at him, kissing him back, with a nod of her head.
“Yeah. I wanna be selfish too, and keep YOU to myself,” Blix whispered back.
“Then let’s get out of here. Get you something light to eat for breakfast, and then we will go,” Pacho said leading her into the kitchen.
She quickly grabbed a granola bar and a bottle of water, following him out to his Corvette. She ate her food and drank her water, as the two of them drove away from the house.
The two of them drove around the countryside, just enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. Blix held his hand, leaning her head back, smiling contently.
She felt her hand being lifted, and looked over at him, watching as he kissed her hand a few times.
“It’s nice to see you smile, darling,” Pacho commented sweetly. “Was wondering if I was ever going to see it again.”
“Sorry if I worried you. I just…needed to be alone. Needed to…process everything. It’s strange no longer having to go to work anymore. It’s actually kind of freeing,” Blix replied, leaning over to kiss his shoulder quickly.
“But now, you work fully for us. Stress levels may not be much different, but the benefits are much better in my opinion,” Pacho joked.
“Oh? What benefits would that be?” Blix asked him with a teasing grin.
“Oh, we will explore those… intensely… all night long if need be,” Pacho answered, his voice low and seductive.
Blix giggled at him, shaking her head.
The two of them simply continued their drive, cruising through the city. Blix bit her lip, as she noticed where they were.
“Turn left here,” she suddenly directed him, making up her mind.
Pacho looked at her with mild confusion but followed her directions, eventually driving into the parking garage of a large apartment complex.
“Where are we?” Pacho questioned as they got out and made their way into the elevator.
“My secret place,” Blix answered softly.
They eventually got out on the top floor, stepping into a hallway that only had two doors. Blix made her way toward the door on the left, opening it with a key card that she dug out of her bag.
She stepped inside, leaving the door wide open for Pacho to follow in behind.
“So. No one knows about this place. It is my home away from home. I have it under a pseudonym. You are the only person I’ve ever shown this place to,” Blix explained to him, as they stood in her living room.
Pacho looked around curiously, his eyes wandering over to the wall of pictures she had. Blix noticed the small frown on his face, and knew he was staring at the one of her and Javier dancing.
She walked over to the wall, and took it down, along with a few others that were of just her and Javier. She took the pile over to a closet, setting them down in the first empty box she came across in it. She looked over the remaining photos, and gently pulled down one from the wall that was of her and Horacio with his family. It was his birthday, and although he insisted on not wanting to celebrate it, they had a small party.
Julianna wanted to take a family photo together, and Blix stood off to the side, watching with a smile as the four of them lined up. Julianna had them wait, looking around before spotting her. Julianna waved her over, claiming, “I said I wanted a family photo, get over here.” Blix had meekly walked over, not expecting that. She stood next to Horacio, with the kids in front, and Julianna tucked into his side, smiling brightly. Horacio threw an arm around her shoulders, resting it there while his other held Julianna close to him. Blix had made bunny ears with her hands behind the kids’ heads at the last moment causing many laughs when the photo came out.
Blix smiled at it softly, holding it to her chest, turning around to face Pacho.
“This is me showing how much I trust you. How much I love you, and you alone. Javier was my past. You are my future. Is it a future where I may still get shot at, or caught in an explosion? High probability. Am I willing to face all of that if you’re by my side? Yes,” Blix vowed to him, switching to English.
Pacho stepped up to her, taking the frame out of her hands, tossing it softly onto the couch. His hands then cupped her face, staring deeply into her eyes. He leaned his head down to rest his forehead against hers.
“I thank you for showing me this. I know your trust has been betrayed too many times in the past. I promise to never take it for granted or let you down. I want you to always feel comfortable coming to me for anything. And… you’re right. I’ve had some doubts since you informed me that Peña had returned. That maybe apart of you was missing him and wanting to go back to him. Especially when you stayed alone in your room for so long and avoided my touch for days,” Pacho said with a sigh, as his hands slid down to her waist.
“I’m sorry that I made you think that. Honestly… he hasn’t been a blip in my mind in months. Hell. He drunk called me the night that Gacha was killed to tell me he had regrets. Yet… I felt nothing during that conversation. All I could think about… was you. I’ve been yours and yours alone for quite some time,” Blix confessed to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
Pacho looked at her with mild surprise.
“That long my love?” Pacho inquired, not quite believing it, switching back to Spanish.
She nodded her head yes, “I’m yours, and you’re mine. Nothing is going to change that.”
Pacho smiled at her in response, leaning down to kiss her. The kiss was passionate and breathtaking. Blix slowly walked backwards to lead the both of them toward the bedroom. The back of her legs eventually hit the side of the bed. She pulled away for a moment, to catch her breath and gently shrug off the dress she wore. Pacho took off his shirt, and pants, kissing and nipping at her throat as he did so.
Once he was mostly undressed, she took a step backwards onto the bed, standing on her knees. Kissing him multiple times, as she ran her fingers through his hair, as he shoved off his boxers haphazardly.
“Hands above your head darling,” Pacho ordered her, his eyes darkening as he watched her lay down on the bed.
She did as she was told, biting her lip softly. She gently grasped the bars of her bed frame to keep her hands from moving as Pacho crawled on top of her.
He gazed down at her, brushing her hair away from her face; his eyes held so much emotion within them.
“You belong to me, as I belong to you; mind, body, and soul. Not going to lie, I never thought you would take permanent residence in my heart when I first met you, and yet…” Pacho confessed kissing her softly.
“Does it upset you?” Blix asked him with a small smile.
“Not one bit. My world is full of darkness and pain… being with you makes my life brighter,” Pacho answered her, his hand running up and down her side.
Time melted away as the two of them spent part of the day wrapped up in each other’s arms chasing their highs, multiple times. The two of them didn’t clean up and get dressed before making their way back out to his car, until the sun began to set. They went to a small restaurant to eat dinner, finally returning home well after dark.
The two of them took a proper shower, smiling softly at one another as the water poured over them. Once they were both cleaned and dried off, they crawled under the covers, not bothering to get dressed. Blix fell asleep, tucked into his side, her head resting on his chest.
Pacho looked down at her, brushing her hair away from her face.
“If you only knew… that I’d burned the whole world down for you, if it meant your happiness,” Pacho whispered as he too fell asleep minutes later.
Blix woke up in the wee hours of the morning, not quite sure what had woken her. As her brain registered everything, she could hear the sounds of rain pouring outside, and an ache growing in her shoulder.
Blix sat up slowly, rolling her shoulder trying to work out the pain. After a few minutes of trying to gain some sort of relief, she gave up, sighing heavily.
She stood from the bed, grabbing a robe to cover herself up as she made her way downstairs in search of some ibuprofen.
As she walked into the kitchen she could hear a couple of guards talking out by the indoor pool area. She planned to ignore it until she heard her name being dropped.
“…Do you really think they’ll keep her around now that she no longer is a federal agent? What use is she to the brothers? I mean, from the looks of it she just seems to be entertainment for Pacho,” She heard a guard state to another.
“You haven’t been here very long brother. One she still has connections that not even the brothers know about I’m quite sure. As for Pacho? Don’t let him or Diego hear you say that she is ‘just entertainment.’ Last guy who insulted her and Pacho heard about it, the guy wound up becoming fish food. I don’t even think she knows about it to be honest,” She heard Maurice’s voice that time.
Blix paused in her movements to get medicine as she thought about what was said. In some ways, the first guard was correct. She had no purpose now. She didn’t have the safety net of being a federal agent to protect her from them killing her.
She shuffled her way back to bed, medicine forgotten as she was hit with a sense of dread.
‘They… they wouldn’t…right? Not after this long? Or… rather… Pacho wouldn’t allow them to do anything…right?’
Her thoughts were running rampant as she stepped into the bedroom. However, every thought stopped the second her eyes landed on Pacho, who was on his back, the covers barely covering him.
Blix.exec has crashed.
When she finally realized that she had been standing there ogling gazing at him for several minutes, she simply shook her head and tossed her robe off to the side. She rejoined him under the covers, adjusting them a bit to re-cover him. She curled up next to him, sighing softly as his arms wrapped around her.
“You okay my queen?” His voice low and full of sleep. “You took a while to rejoin me.”
“I’m good. Just…overthinking as usual,” she whispered to him, kissing his chest.
“Hmm. We’ll talk later about that annoying habit. For now,” Pacho turned onto his side, pulling her as close as possible to him, arms wrapped around her securely.
Blix shook her slightly at him, and with a small hum, she returned the gesture, wrapping her arms around him as well.
She fell asleep slowly, shoving her worries away from her mind.
When she woke up again it was to Pacho and Diego having a low conversation.
“I’ve had to talk to several of our men and calm them down after the incident at the docks. They all seem to think that she may have been involved. Despite the fact that she has nothing to do with DEA. They would believe it more coming from you, Pacho,” Diego informed him.
“I’ll take care of it. I know, and the brothers know she wouldn’t do anything to harm us. The only DEA agent she even spoke to the most was Pena, and he hasn’t been in Colombia in over a month. She wouldn’t go to anyone but him, so no. She’s not involved,” Pacho voice was firm in his reply. “Plus, she doesn’t know about all of our locations in America, yet.”
“if you’re gonna talk about me, should probably do so when I’m not near you to hear,” Blix rasped softly as she slowly sat up.
She held the covers to her chest, as she looked between the two men.
“Sorry, my queen. Some men are just… paranoid. Most of them trust you, and know you wouldn’t do us any harm,” Pacho tried to assure her.
Her frown deepened the more he spoke, and then the conversation she overheard last night crept into her mind. She looked away, trying not to show her worries.
Pacho stared at her for a long minute, before softly telling Diego to give them a minute.
Once they were alone, Pacho reached out turning her head back to him.
“What happened?” Was all he asked.
Blix looked down, biting her lip for a moment before telling him what she had heard.
“…and I kept help but think that they have a point. I got you the deal y’all wanted. It’s basically cemented. What further use do you have for me? Especially when I am no longer a federal agent? I ju-” Her rambling was cut off by Pacho kissing her.
Blix didn’t react, at first, not expecting it. Pacho pulled away slightly, staring into her eyes.
“First and foremost, you are not entertainment. You are my Queen. A Goddess among mere men. The Lady of Cali. Being reduced to mere ‘entertainment’ means you are replaceable. You’re not. Secondly, you’ve proven your value beyond being a federal agent. You have more valuable knowledge and talent than half the men in the entire cartel. Let me tell you something. You have so much power, that many people fear you. Escobar. During that party, do you know what he said to Gilberto?” He waited for her to shake her head. “He said to be careful working with a woman who shows such fierce loyalty. She would burn the world for him. I would hate to see what she would do as an act of revenge.”
Blix stared at him, not fully processing what he was saying.
“Hell, both of the brothers have talked about leaving the empire to YOU. Have YOU run it in silence, while we serve our time, because you are the only one who would be capable of doing so. Now. Tell me… Does that sound like we plan to get rid of you at any point?” Pacho asked her his face serious.
Blix blinked rapidly at that, “They… they what?”
“Yes. Now, get rid of those doubts. You’re not going nowhere. You’re mine and staying forever,” Pacho ended his small tirade with a nod.
Pacho pulled her up to stand before stating, “Now, we have much to do, My Lady of Cali. Party is in two days, and you still need a dress; Marta will be arriving in a few minutes to help take care of that. I need to go strangle some of my men and have a firm conversation with the rest.”
Blix nodded her head, before grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving just yet.
She quietly thanked him, leaning up to kiss him, that he happily returned. She whispered against his lips a soft ‘I love you’ before making her way to the closet to get dressed.
His closet had slowly become a combination of both of their clothes the past few weeks. His room was slowly turning into ‘their’ room. Her bedroom was more for when she needed space and time to herself at this point.
Blix got dressed into some pants and a Beatles shirt with zip-up hoodie over it. She tossed on some boots, after grabbing a random pair of socks before going downstairs. Marta was just entering the house when she arrived in the living room. The two exchanged greetings, leaving soon after.
The two of them drove into downtown Cali, parking in one of the garages that was owned by her father. They strolled down to the high-end shops and began their search. The first three stores, they didn’t find anything that looked good.
Blix was standing in the dressing room of the fourth store, looking at some of the dresses with distaste when Marta appeared next to her suddenly with a large smile.
“I think I found the one!” she exclaimed with a giggle.
She handed over a strapless, soft blue dress, with a corseted bodice and light off the shoulder sleeves.
Blix tried it on, showing it off once she had the lacing adjusted properly.
Marta squealed, “You look so sexy in that! Pacho won’t know what hit him!”
Blix lightly twirled, the skirt, though short, fluttered delicately.
“I agree. I like the simplicity but sexiness of it. Now, to find some shoes to go with it,” Blix noted with a smile, stepping back into the dressing room to change back.
She delicately carried the dress with her to the shoe section, trying to find a pair that matched the dress.
Blix eventually spotted a pair of light blue leather high heels that matched it quite well. After getting the size she needed, she went to pay for her items. However, Marta had already taken care of the bill.
“You’ve helped me with so much. Plus, I owe you for helping me with wedding plans,” Marta waved her off, when Blix protested.
Blix sighed, shaking her head, before conceding. The two of them got brunch before returning to Pacho’s house.
Marta waved goodbye from her car as Blix strolled into the house with her bags; Blix returning the gesture.
Pacho was sitting on the couch, reading quietly. Blix looked around, trying not to think too much about the men that were cleaning the floors; remnants of something red being mopped up.
One of the few maids that worked for Pacho offered to take her bags from her. Blix thanked her as she handed them over, asking her to place them in the closet.
Blix strolled over to him, gently ducking under his arms, as she placed herself in his lap. She curled up into his lap, as he softly chuckled at her.
“Hello, my shark, find an outfit for the party?” Pacho asked her as his free arm wrapped around her waist, pausing in his reading as he spoke to her.
“Indeed. I think you’ll like it a lot. Do… do I wanna know what happened while I was gone?” Blix hesitantly questioned.
“Nothing. Just clearing up some misunderstandings is all,” Pacho replied casually, his eyes returning to his book.
She shook her head at him, before glancing at the book he was reading. Don Quixote.
Blix smiled, biting back a small laugh as she read the title. She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of Pacho’s heartbeat letting it lull her into a light sleep.
The next few days passed by in a blur of colorful decorations. Soon, it was the night of the party and Blix was getting ready as Pacho gave last minute orders to his men.
She had just finished curling her hair and was putting the finishing touches to her makeup when Pacho finally walked into the bedroom to change.
“Oh? My Queen has yet to put on her dress? Do you plan to go in just this robe? While I wouldn’t mind, I’d have to rip out the eyes of every man who looked at you,” Pacho teased her, gently playing with a lock of her hair.
“Making sure I don’t get anything on the dress. I’m about to change,” Blix smiled at him.
She got up, walking behind her folding partition to change. She had the dress hanging, with the shoes directly below it. Tossing the robe she was wearing to hang over the top of the partition, she gently stepped into the dress, sliding it up her body. She took a moment to adjust the corset, making sure it sat securely around her.
Blix quickly stepped into the shoes and waited a moment listening to Pacho’s footsteps as he got ready. When they finally paused, with a small tap to the floor, letting her know he was done and waiting.
She slowly stepped out from behind the divider with a small smile, that grew as she watched Pacho’s expression.
His eyes widen, jaw slightly dropped, as his gaze took her in. She walked up to him, noting his eyes darkening as she got closer.
“What do you think? You like?” Blix asked coyly standing directly in front of him.
“I am currently debating whether or not my presence is necessary… Since I’d rather toss you on that bed and punish you for wearing something so sexy. Now, I’m going to have to kill every man who even glances at you,” Pacho answered, his voice dark.
Blix shivered at his tone, finding it very attractive. She leaned over pressing a kiss to his jaw, before twirling around him, sauntering out the door.
“Are you coming darling?” She cheekily called over her shoulder.
By the time she reached the top of the staircase, Pacho caught up to her, smacking her on the ass once he did.
She playfully glared at him, as the two of them walked down the stairs together. Pacho smirked at her, his arm wrapping around her, his hand resting on her hip.
They met Diego and several of the men that were going with them at the bottom of the stairs before heading outside. Pacho shrugged on black leather jacket that was tossed to him, before handing her a jacket that looked just like his but in feminine form.
Blix slipped it on as Pacho led her over to his motorcycle a moment later. She looked around and saw multiple motorcycles and the men getting on them.
“Thought we were a cartel not a motorcycle gang?” Blix inquired with a smirk.
Pacho simply smirked back, before holding out a hand to help her straddle the back of it. She adjusted herself for a moment, wrapping her arms around him tightly as the bike rumbled to life.
The ride to Gilberto’s home was swift and soon they were dismounting the bikes, scattering every which way as they entered the party.
Pacho and Blix made their way into Gilberto’s office where they were greeted by both brothers and Chepe. Chepe handed Pacho a bottle of whiskey that Blix immediately recognized as American. Blix shook her head as they cracked it open and poured themselves a drink from it.
They offered a glass to her, and she took it with a sigh, “More of a bourbon girl but it is a sin to waste good whiskey.”
Chepe chuckled loudly at her response as Pacho simply pulled her into his side, the five of them toasting a moment later.
She listened quietly as Pacho mentioned Claudio Salazar and wanting to solve unfinished business. She gently squeezed his hand, noting the fury behind his eyes that seemed to be brewing. Gilberto firmly informed that now wasn’t the time just yet; Pacho accepted his answer, but she could tell he wasn’t happy by it.
The five of them walked outside to join the party, making the rounds, greeting several men and their wives. The entire time, Pacho never once let go of her hand as they strolled around the backyard.
Blix noted there were many politicians and military officers sprinkled throughout the party.
“DEA eat your heart out. If any of them saw the number of government officials that were here, they would die of shock,” Blix mumbled an eyebrow raised as they passed one.
“I’m sure they would. Guess it’s a good thing none of them here… nor any other federal agents,” Pacho responded lowly.
Blix turned to look at him, pausing in her footsteps. When Pacho stopped as well, she leaned against his body looking into his eyes.
She pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, “Even if I was one, still wouldn’t betray you.”
“Never said anything ab-” Pacho began to deny.
“I know, but I also know you quite well too. A small part of you worries that I’m playing some sort of long game. That I plan to betray you once I gather all my evidence. I hope to continue to disappoint those thoughts of yours,” Blix whispered, kissing him on the lips properly.
Pacho gently grasped her chin, deepening the kiss for a moment. The two of them broke a part a minute later, smiling softly at one another.
Pacho retook her arm, and they continued their stroll through the party for about an hour before Gilberto finally called them off to side to make the announcement.
Blix stood by Pacho’s side near the stage as Gilberto and Miguel announced the future of the Cali cartel: 6 months of uninterrupted production and sales, before minimum jail time.
Blix watched the crowd, noticing a couple of faces looking displeased at the news. Many appeared to be alright; some even looked excited.
The party lasted for a couple of hours more, before Blix found herself back in Gilberto’s office, sitting on the arm of the leather chair that Pacho sat in.
The five of them were listening to the tapes of the four sicarios that they had felt would try to betray them. Claudio Salazar being one of them.
The Gentlemen discussed their fates, as Blix listened to them.
“Do you disagree with anything we’ve said Blix?” Miguel eventually asked her, turning all eyes toward her.
“They’re a threat. If we don’t deal with them now, then they are going to do something drastic to either stop the deal or get one of us killed. The Salvadors have already proven in the past that they don’t give a shit about whose throats they step on to get a leg up,” Blix answered calmly.
Pacho’s hand, which was resting on her thigh, gave it a small squeeze in appreciation.
The others nodded in agreement before making the calls to get rid of them as fast as possible.
Pacho stood up suddenly and ordered a car to take Blix home before he stepped out of the office.
Blix gave a look of confusion before standing up as well and following him.
“Why are you sending me home? Why can’t I come with you to take care of Salvador?” Blix questioned as she caught up to him.
“Because I do not need you to see that side of me,” Pacho replied his voice quiet.
“You’re sidelining me… because you’re worried that I’ll what? Be scared of you? Judge you? Handsome, you have yet to judge me for my dark parts. Why would I do the same for you? I am going and that’s that,” Blix said, with a firm nod of her head.
Pacho watched her walk past him to his motorcycle, getting on it and waiting for him. She didn’t notice the small smile that crept up on his face as he watched her. He eventually followed her footsteps, kissing her briefly before straddling the bike.
The two of them, plus the rest of the men who came with them, rode off going toward a small bar in the middle of nowhere.
Once they stopped, Blix followed slowly behind, letting Diego be at Pachos’ side, and quietly held Pacho’s jacket. He kissed her forehead swiftly, before going further inside. She watched from the doorway, as Pacho changed the music to ‘Dos Gardenias’ and make nice with Claudio. She smirked as she watched Pacho and Diego dance, noting everyone stopping to watch them.
She chuckled as she watched how uncomfortable Claudio became every time they kissed.
Blix straightened up as she watched Pacho walk back over to Salazar, smashing the bottle onto his head. His men then rushed over as the crowd dispersed, grabbing both Salazars.
She led them outside, where his men tied up Claudio with ropes, and tying the other sides to the backs of their motorcycles. Diego held down his brother, forcing him to watch.
As his men got him secured, Blix strolled over to Pacho holding his jacket open, politely assisting him in putting it back on. Pacho turned back around to face her, his hands moving to cup her face. She placed her hands over his, looking him directly in the eyes. Pacho kissed her on the lips firmly.
She kissed him back, her hands moving to the collar of his shirt and jacket, gripping them tightly.
He pulled away far too soon for her liking and watched as he inspected the work his men did. Once he was satisfied he sauntered back toward his bike, his hand grabbing hers, pulling her along. The two them hopped onto his bike; she listened to him rev the engine drowning out the sounds of Claudio pleading.
She focused on the sounds of the engine, ignoring the sudden screams as Pacho started to move forward. He lurched the bike once, twice, and by the third time he was gunning it. There was a pause in movement before they were freely driving off.
He drove a bit before stopping to quickly cut the rope off near some guards that had been stationed a half mile down. They quickly grabbed the arm that had been ripped off, tossing it into the back of a trunk.
The two of them left soon after, driving back home. Once the motorcycle was parked in the garage, and both of them were inside the house, Pacho turned to her.
“I was not trying to sideline you to be cruel. I wasn’t sure how you would react to my brutality. Diego was also unsure about how you would feel about our little display. Not going to lie… I was afraid that it would cause you to run off. Or that you would look at us differently. However… I apparently had nothing to worry about,” Pacho confessed to her, his hand reaching up to play with a lock of hair.
“Again. You’ve seen my callousness and didn’t judge me. In fact, pretty sure you found me extremely sexy when I was like that. Well… turnabouts fair play. That was probably one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen you do. Now… can we go upstairs finally?” Blix asked him with smile. “Besides… I don’t think you’ve realized something.”
Pacho gave her a look of suspicion, trying to figure out what she was referring to. She smiled secretively walking away, glancing back at him several times as she led him upstairs to their bedroom. She had kicked off her shoes as she entered the room, turning to look at him as she walked backwards to the bed.
He tossed his jacket onto a chair and removed his shoes as well, still looking at her curiously. She lifted her hand up, signaling for him to come hither with a single finger. She watched him step forward, pausing when he was directly in front of her. She took his hand, and placed it on her thigh, making sure it was under the skirt of her dress.
Pacho squinted a bit, his fingers spreading out. He realized a moment later what she meant.
“You… you’re not wearing underwear..” He breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut as a groan escaped him.
She undid the corset, allowing the dress to crumble down her body to show she wore nothing underneath the dress.
When he opened his eyes, noting the fabric that was now resting on his hand, his eyes darkened as he realized what she was trying to tell him. She had worn absolutely nothing under this dress for hours. It explained why she wasn’t in the mood to dance a great deal and why she would carefully sit down.
He tugged the material of the dress down, to allow it to pool at her feet before he stripped off his shirt.
“On the bed beautiful,” He gently ordered her as he removed the rest of his clothes.
She bit her lip before following his command, trying to hold back her grin.
A moment later, he was guiding her down on to her back, kissing her passionately. He broke away to kiss down her neck, nipping lightly at the skin.
She ran her fingers through his hair, as he worked his way down her body, kisses and gentle bites everywhere.
He glanced up at her when he reached her stomach, small pecks placed on it, tickling her.
“Shall I make you see stars my love?” Pacho inquired with a teasing grin.
“Please do,” Blix answered with a small sigh.
“As my Queen wishes,” Pacho murmured against her skin.
Pacho proceeded to do that well into the evening. Neither of them aware of the chaos unfolding elsewhere.
Javier’s POV
Javier was quietly trying to enjoy his whiskey without interruption, but it seemed fate was against him.
He listened to Stechner explain the situation, trying hard to not lose his cool.
“In fact… it was a certain former FBI agent that presented the deal. Apparently, she and Mr. Herrera have gotten quite… close… over the past year and a half,” Stechner said nonchalantly.
“Excuse me? What… what the hell are you talking about?” Javier demanded, not wanting to believe what he was hearing.
“Oh yeah. Agent Blix Lage. Or I guess, former Agent Blix Lage, has become quite cozy with Pacho. In fact, there’s even been whispers that they call her the Lady of Cali. She never told you?” Stechner asked arrogantly, smirking before adding that the operation he had going on that night was a failure.
Stechner left, leaving a couple of pesos and a fuming Javier.
‘She wouldn’t. I know she had troubles with him before but… but she wouldn’t…’ Javier didn’t know what to think anymore.
Javier decided then that he would try and confront her tomorrow. He wasn’t sure what he would say but he knew he had to hear it from her.
For the time being… he was just going to do what he did best.
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on the wrong side of the fence
by wander_wren
Kirishima Eijirou: Dominant.
That’s the way it’s always been. And Eijirou is fine with that, he is. Any feelings he has to the contrary get shoved down and locked behind a shark-toothed grin. He has a boyfriend, he’s on his way to becoming a hero, he’s happy.
And yet.
Words: 4769, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 5 of feels like flying
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta
Relationships: Kirishima Eijirou/Sero Hanta
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - BDSM, BDSM, Dom/sub, Submissive Kirishima Eijirou, Dominant Sero Hanta, Identity Issues, Dysphoria, not a real world kind. this is a bio bdsm au, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Sero Hanta is a Good Significant Other, Subspace
from AO3 works tagged 'Kirishima Eijirou/Sero Hanta' https://archiveofourown.org/works/47955547
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scully! I adore, love, live for your characterization of Lavender in BL, in a forever-changed-the-way-I-see-her way. I know you have millions of plot punnies in your mind all the time, but is any one of them a Lavender-centric fic? It doesn't have to be in the BL Universe, it could just be another,new amazing Lav writen by you. She deserves the world 🥺Thank you for giving so much life and depth to a character that is so easily and frequently cast aside in fics. It was truly revolutionary
Awww, this is a wonderful ask. Thank you so much. I love Lav from the BL/FD universe almost more than any character I've created (almost--hai, BL/FD Theo!) and I'm touched that you love her too.
I've not really thought about doing a Lavender-centric story other than this wild idea @pacific-rimbaud @grangerdangerfics and @provocative-envy and I were kicking around YEARS ago about an interconnected set of muggle AU stories set in a PNW surf town, where my contribution would feature Theo and Lavender as grumpy/sunshine competitive pro surfers?? Ahh, the pandemic times; they engendered some amazing schemes, not all of which were born to come to fruition (sadly). The best/most insane part of that whole story was that we were going to make Dumbledore a crusty old surf-guru with a long white beard and a shark tooth necklace, who meditates on the pier, smokes a lot of weed, out-surfs everyone and is called 'The Wizard' by the locals. 🤣
Anyway, we've come far from Lavender. But I don't think I'll ever quite give up that idea of her as a free beach-spirit type who gets under the skin of a technical, arrogant Theo (and beats him in the big waves contest!) Oh, and someday I may write that third installment of BL/FD in which Lav would feature prominently.
Thank you for bringing me joy by making me think of these good memories and ideas. xoxo ~Scully
#i love asks#I love my readers#lavender brown#if you would read the surf au please comment and tag the other authors 😆#draco would be the rich asshole surfer who lives in a mansion overlooking the beach#I think Pansy worked at a froyo stand#Lav would def make and sell jewelry as a side hustle#this au keeps on giving
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(Call Me) Little Sunshine 1/?
BCC polycule monster AU where kayfabe is real and AEW is home to demons, sirens, werewolves, an alien, the undead, and in the case of the BCC, vampires.
“You don’t ever think about getting a leg up sometimes?” Yuta asks. “It’s a big decision, but–”
Danny straightens and grunts, putting the bar back into place. “Never. You think Jericho and his boys aren’t just beggin’ to get their teeth into all this?” He gestures to himself and Yuta snickers.
“I’ve told him no every single time. I ain’t like them. And neither are you.”
“I just think,” Yuta starts. “This isn’t, like, a bad offer.”
Yuta knows, logically, his job is weird.
Sometimes he tries to explain it to people, long winded explanations about how he arrived at the point of being in a televised fighting tournament meant for only the most gifted and exceptional athletes, and how some of them (most of them, he thinks, at least the more popular ones) have what Yuta might call an unfair advantage. He doesn’t hold it against them–far from it, Yuta takes pride in being one of the only regular, average humans in his line of work–but he does know, in the part of his brain that comes home at night to Chuck’s pull out sofa that’s long since stopped actually folding into a bed, that yes, his job is weird.
“This is so weird,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. He’s certainly not talking to anyone else in the room, Mox and Bryan and Regal staring at him with unreadable expressions.
They’ve sequestered him in one of the conference rooms the executives keep for meetings, Yuta situated in one of the seats at the middle of the table. He wonders what it says about his confidence that he didn’t pick a chair at the head of the table even in a meeting solely about himself.
“You don’t have to say yes,” Bryan huffs. Mox rolls his eyes at the comment, seemingly hearing it before.
“Yeah, you do; come on, Wheeler, think about it,” Mox begs, his voice strained like he can make Yuta decide if only he’s passionate enough. “Just a couple of test matches, I know you’re gonna get over anyway, and that’s it, you’re in.” He stalks around the room like his legs won’t let him stop, veering to clap Bryan on the back.
“You trust us, don’t you? Two of the best guys in the business, we can make you so good, Wheeler, all you gotta do is say the word.”
Yuta wants to squeak, ‘am I not already good?’ but Regal speaks before he can, commanding the room with the accent light on Yuta’s ears.
“What my protégées are trying to say, dear boy, is that you don’t get opportunities like this often. Once, if ever, in a lifetime.”
“Several fuckin’ lifetimes, even…” Mox says under his breath. He continues to pace, occasionally crowding around Yuta like a shark might circle a seal.
“Take some time and consider it, Sunshine.” Regal squeezes Yuta’s shoulder and his breath hitches. Then they’re gone, all of them falling into step and leaving Yuta alone in an empty room with just his thoughts to keep him company, the sound of the door echoing through the empty hall.
Yuta lies awake that night turning over the ideas in his head. He likes being with the Best Friends–loves them, each and every one of them. However, he can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be at the same level as his friends without having to fight tooth and nail for it.
Kris isn’t normally allowed to use all her powers in the ring out of fairness, but even without the weird alien telekinesis she’s strong, so much stronger than any of the others and certainly stronger than Yuta. Yuta thinks about Danhausen, who’s only recently taken to following Chuck and Orange around, and how even as a bumbling, weird little freak he still has the kind of strength and power that leaves opponents quaking. Yuta walked in on him once accidentally, saw him talking in the mirror to some distorted version of himself, bigger and scarier and decidedly non-human, and promptly turned tail and left.
He thinks about Chuck and Trent and Rocky, the way they throw each other around when they train, too much for Yuta on certain days close to the full moon. Is that what Mox is like with every stable he’s been in? Too powerful for anyone else to handle?
If he took them up on their offer, what would he become? His entire persona would have to change, from Yuta-The-Human to… would he even call himself a vampire?
Mox doesn’t ever use that word. Yuta knows, watching Mox’s old matches from his couch-bed in Chuck and Orange’s living room, even back when he was a wiry little fledgling doing death matches in backyards, that Mox has never used the V Word. Sure, he’s played it up a little, his long hair falling in his eyes as he carves up another wrestler with a glass tube, licks the blood from his hands and smiles at the camera–Yuta’s dick gets hard and he tries desperately to ignore it, playing the next match on the laptop he got from Chuck as a hand-me-down.
It’s from a little later in Mox’s career, but still before he hit it big. He sways into the ring with the same signature gait he’s always had, each step powerful if not a little meandering. When he gets on the mic, the crowd boos; Yuta huffs a small bit of laughter at the incredible change in his popularity in just a few years.
His opponent blindsides him with a leap off the balcony before Mox can react, hitting him hard against the mat. Yuta groans as the man takes a belt to Mox’s back, the anguished, “ah, ah!” noises rising above the cheers of the audience. He whips him again, once, twice, before wrapping the belt against Mox’s neck, choking him against the ropes, and Yuta closes the laptop with a sharp crack.
He’s thinking about it. Just going over his options. That’s all this is.
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There are a lot of regular people in the company, but they’re vastly outnumbered by everyone else, the real veterans of the scene, the inhumans. That’s why Yuta seeks out Danny for advice, rather than someone like Chuck or Orange: they don’t really know what he’s going through, not really. Danny would understand being a regular person, and what this offer meant, and give Yuta his no-bullshit opinion.
“Why would you wanna be one of those bloodsuckers anyway?”
He’s spotting Danny as he lowers three hundred pounds into a squat, his thighs flexing. Yuta hovers but doesn’t touch the bar.
“You don’t ever think about getting a leg up sometimes?” Yuta asks. “It’s a big decision, but–”
Danny straightens and grunts, putting the bar back into place. “Never. You think Jericho and his boys aren’t just beggin’ to get their teeth into all this?” He gestures to himself and Yuta snickers.
“I’ve told him no every single time. I ain’t like them. And neither are you.”
“I just think,” Yuta starts. “This isn’t, like, a bad offer.”
“Nah, none of that. That’s how they fuckin’ get you, man. You’re gonna be chained to them for life if you let one of ‘em bite you. No identity of your own; just another bloodthirsty little monster that’s riding a bigger guy’s coattails.”
Yuta lets the words wash over him and finds that they settle warm in his chest. “Just because you wanna be on your own doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. I don’t know how the blood-bonds work but–”
“But what?” Danny laughs. “You think you’re not good enough on your own? You gotta be someone’s little pet to make it big?”
“Come on, man–”
“I’d never roll over for one of them like that. Not any of ‘em, no matter what they promise; not the vamps, or the demons, or the undead, none of ‘em.”
Yuta can’t help the snort that forces its way out of his nose. “Then why does Chuck say you smell like another wolf all the time? I think you have been rolling over–”
“Oh, fuck off, Wheeler.” Danny snarls, his face burning red. He leaves the gym so fast that Yuta worries he doesn’t catch the echoing, “Tell whoever is giving you that beard burn that Rocky’s told the whole roster you’re spoken for!”
~
Yuta turns over the pros and cons in his head for days before he finally gets the courage to text the group chat a simple, [can we talk soon?]
Trent responds first. [No.]
His phone luckily lights up with a text from Chuck right after.
[Yeah I’m almost done]
[Got steak for dinner]
[Is everything okay?]
[:((((((]
Yuta doesn’t answer. His phone buzzes again when Orange hearts the message about steak and the sound makes him anxious. He groans.
[yeah everything’s fine]
Trent dislikes the message and Yuta throws his phone into the couch.
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“You guys know that I love you, right?” Yuta asks over dinner. There’s a basketball game on the TV that Trent and Orange are watching from the couch while the rest of them sit at the dining room table. Yuta stares at the steak on his plate, jabbing at it.
His appetite leaves him.
“‘Course we do,” Chuck says, cutting his own piece of meat into pieces. It bleeds a considerable amount more than Yuta’s does.
“And I appreciate all you guys have done for me.”
“We love having you,” Chuck says, beaming. “Best friends, right?” His smile is so earnest that Yuta feels sick.
“Fuck, okay, I’m just gonna–I’m just gonna say it. I got an offer from Mox to do a try out with his new faction, and nothing’s set in stone, but. But I just wanted to tell you.”
The sounds in the room grind to a halt. Yuta hears a fork clatter to a plate. Kris stops with a bite of food halfway to her mouth. Chuck stares.
Yuta watches in silence as Chuck’s face contorts, emotions leaving his features just as quickly as they come. He settles on a grimace, a pained attempt at a smile.
“You’re really thinking about leaving?”
Yuta wants to jump off a bridge. “Not, I mean, not right now–and I won’t, there’s like, a big chance they don’t like me. Or I’m not good enough, I won’t get in, or they decide not to–”
“But you want to?” Chuck asks softly.
“It’s–” Yuta pauses. Yes, he wants to. No, he doesn’t. He has to do this. He won’t leave his only friends. Yes, no. Yes, no. “It’s a good opportunity.”
“Oh, bullshit!” Trent says from across the room. “Are you fucking kidding me, Wheeler? Really? We take you in, put you up, teach you fuckin’ everything you know and what, the minute you get a better offer you fuckin’ pack up?”
“Hey!” Chuck tries, his pack leader voice, which Trent has evidently gotten very good at ignoring.
“No, you’re gonna let me fuckin’ talk. You gave the kid all your goddamn time and attention and this is how he repays you?”
“Trent, come on, let’s simmer down a little,” Rocky soothes.
“God, you all baby him because he’s young and breakable and he totally takes advantage of it and I’m the only one who saw it from the fucking beginning.”
“You never mentioned wanting to change,” Chuck murmurs, his voice measured amongst the raw emotion. “We could have helped you, you could have been pack–”
“I didn’t want to be anything, before this!” Yuta chokes. “I didn’t want a set path, I didn’t want to change, I didn’t want to be the third wheel while you and Orange tag. I wanted to–to win on my own.”
“Oh, boo fuckin’ hoo.” Within moments, Trent crosses the room to shove Yuta up against the table. “You know, Wheeler, you belong with those guys; they probably won’t even change you. You can be their pathetic little bloodbag fucktoy, whining about not being strong enough while they take turns–”
“Trent, that’s enough!” Chuck slams his hands down on the table as he rises to his feet. His lips are pulled back in a deep snarl and his face is red. Yuta eyes Kris for support but she resolvedly doesn’t meet his gaze, her hands raised in a clear approximation of “not my business.”
Orange makes his way around to Chuck’s side while he postures, his glare still pointed at Trent, who won’t take his hands away from where they’re knotted in Yuta’s shirt. “You’re just gonna let him betray us, then? Aren’t you mad?”
Chuck makes a noise that would be a sob if it wasn’t so choked down. “I’m fucking gutted, Trent. I know you are too, but this isn’t–”
“He doesn’t mean anything to me; I was just looking out for you fucking idiots.” Trent releases his shirt then, stepping back. He makes a show of placing his hands up and Yuta wonders why before Trent is very slowly letting his claws out. He takes a few more steps back and drops to the couch, running the very tip of the points over the cushions. With a sheer rip Trent claws through the fabric, the stuffing pouring through the gashes.
“Oops,” he whines, “now where will your little pet sleep?”
Yuta finally gets his senses back to him and turns on his heel, ignoring the overlapping concerned calls of his name.
“Don’t go,” he hears Orange say, as close to begging as the man can get. He doesn’t stop until the door is slammed behind him and he’s alone in his car.
No one walks out of the house to follow him.
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Yuta doesn’t ask how or why Danny Garcia has Bryan’s address and is thankful he doesn’t feel the need to explain. He doesn’t want to text before showing up, a stupid, prideful part of him deciding that if Bryan turned him away he would just get a hotel and never show his face around work again.
The sun sets on his drive over, and Yuta worries briefly if he might be gone. He parks outside the modest place, a regular house in a regular neighborhood, turns off his car, and allows himself one small breakdown.
His hands hit the steering wheel and his head dips.
This was stupid. He’s stupid. He left the one stable thing in his life, people that love and care about him, on the single conditional offer of three inhumans he barely knows. He has to prove himself to them, has to impress them, show them he’s worthy of being their equal. Christ, they hadn’t even promised to bite him, he just assumed that was where this was headed–
He doesn’t cry, doesn’t let himself yell, just stares at his knees and whispers, “fuck, fuck,” as his head swims with dread. Yuta can feel it bubbling in his chest, his throat, curling around all his organs like smoke and taking form and strangling–
Someone taps on the window. His head snaps up.
“You okay, Wheeler?”
Yuta doesn’t expect genuine concern on Mox’s features but relishes it anyway. He scrubs a hand down his face and finally steps out of the car. “Yeah, man, doing great. My whole faction wants me gone and I have nothing but a single bag and I’m here to beg for a place to stay, so it’s going pretty good for me right now.”
“Oh, Bry’s gonna love that, he’s a sucker for strays.” Mox snorts, one hand coming to rest on Yuta’s back. “Bring your stuff inside and stop bein’ fuckin’ weird; sitting in your car skulking outside Bryan’s fuckin’ house, thought you were some kinda creep.”
Yuta laughs at that, a smile splitting his lips before he can remember all the things he should be upset about. By the time he’s settled on Bryan’s couch, the lights off as the other two men retire to some other part of the house, blanket draped over him and pillow borrowed from Bryan’s bed beneath his head, Yuta can almost pretend he’s at home.
#alright first fic for wrestling let's pull the trigger on this very long very meticulous au#bcc polycule#title is from the ghost song#(Call Me) Little Sunshine#<<<< fic tag
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Day 8: Movie Star AU
Day 8: Movie Star AU
by CherryBomb69
Bakugo snorts, and relents, leaning back and turning his eyes to the deep voices stranger.
He freezes.
Spiky red head fills his vision, eyes trailing down to an attractive, smooth face with wide Ruby eyes and a shark toothed smile. Fuck.
Words: 1393, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 8 of KIRIBAKU MONTH OCTOBER 2022
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki
Additional Tags: Actor Kirishima Eijirou, gays, Bakugou is Kirishima's biggest fan, Kirishima is Bakugous Biggest fan, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Soft Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina is a Good Friend, Wingman Ashido Mina, Ashido Mina is a Little Shit, Minor Ashido Mina/Sero Hanta, they're so gay, Fluff, Movie Premier
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42303144
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cw death/grief
i had a friend who died back in middle school of cancer and at some point in life i just started remembering him a minimum of once a month. it might just be an unhealthy thing to go through his facebook and relive all of those memories on a ritualistic basis but i like to think that keeping his memory alive even just in myself is meaningful.
i wonder if he knows i kept the shark tooth necklace he gave me and i've had it for over 14 years. it'd be nice if he knew it wasn't my choice to not go to his funeral, that my mom wouldn't let me. i never used social media and i never saw his posts about how much he was struggling until it was too late, but one day he stopped coming over to show me his skateboard tricks. i stood outside his house and wondered if i should knock but i just walked past.
do you know i think about you a lot? because as a weird kid with a dysfunctional house, you treated me like all of your other friends. you were super popular in the group of people i admired, but you still went out of your way to hang out with me. you never talked poorly about anyone. we don't even have a picture together because you'd just come over and watch me do homework, you'd listen to me talk about whatever weird shit i wanted to (it was probably blinx the time sweeper.)
you were one of my only friends and then one day you were just gone. how could i forget about you? when i feel like ive never been able to make meaningful relationships, or i feel like theres something inherently wrong with me, i think about that cool kid who could surf and skate and could hang out with anyone he chose to who still decided to spend time with me, the polar opposite of him.
it feels wrong to remember someone as a beacon of sunshine that existed only to make me feel better. i regret so much because i didnt see your struggles, but you still kept reaching out to me. then when i had a chance, i didn't even realize i missed my last chance to say goodbye.
i won't beat myself up over not understanding that someone was dying when i was a kid. i just wish i was more interested in you, that i reciprocated that friendship more, even though i know i didn't know how.
meikel. i wonder if in our next lives we can be friends again and i can actually be there for you this time.
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Dark Reg is jealousy of Tubb, Sploshy, Finbar, Reg, Winona, Terence, and Amelia are playing together
In the heart of the bathroom, a curious tension hung in the air. Dark Reg, the shadowy alter ego of the cheerful mechanical robot, watched with brooding eyes as Tubb, Sploshy, Finbar, Reg, Winona, Terence, and Amelia indulged in their playful camaraderie. Dark Reg's envy simmered beneath his darkened exterior, his malevolent intentions veiled by the shadows.
Dark Reg: (muttering to himself) "Look at them, frolicking together as if nothing else matters."
As Tubb orchestrated the games, his Scottish accent carried across the tiled expanse, setting the rhythm for their shared adventure.
Tubb: "All right, everyone! Let's have a splashing good time!"
Sploshy's energetic voice chimed in, adding an extra layer of excitement to the scene.
Sploshy: "Whee! Splish, splash, splosh!"
Dark Reg's narrowed eyes followed as Finbar, the mighty wind-up shark, showcased his prowess with a triumphant display.
Finbar: "Arr, arr, arr! The mighty shark strikes again!"
But Dark Reg's focus wasn't solely on the playful interactions—he fixated on the happiness that radiated from each Rubbadubber. Reg, with his endearing Australian accent, engaged in friendly banter with Terence, the crocodile-shaped soap bottle.
Reg: "Mate, you're gonna blow some bubble records with that nose of yours!"
Terence: "On my tooth! You know I've got this!"
Winona, the adorable purple rubber baby whale, remained a source of fascination. Her squeaks and playful water tricks captured everyone's attention.
Winona: (squeaking happily)
Amelia, the vibrant airplane-submarine hybrid, took to the air with daring maneuvers, leaving trails of excitement in her wake.
Amelia: "Neeeow, vrooom! Watch this, everyone!"
Dark Reg's jealousy twisted within him, an unsettling sensation that contrasted sharply with the joyful scene. He longed to join the camaraderie, to experience the simple happiness that seemed to elude him.
Dark Reg: (gritting his teeth) "Why should they bask in such merriment? I deserve my place among them!"
As the Rubbadubbers laughed and played, Dark Reg's inner turmoil reached a breaking point. With a surge of determination, he emerged from the shadows, his dark presence casting an eerie pall over the scene.
Dark Reg: (voice dripping with bitterness) "Enough of this frivolity!"
The others turned, their expressions a mix of surprise and concern, as they beheld Dark Reg's transformed appearance.
Tubb: "Dark Reg? What's gotten into you?"
Dark Reg: (mocking tone) "Oh, how heartwarming to see you all frolic in the sunshine of camaraderie. But do you truly believe you're the only ones who deserve happiness?"
Sploshy: "What's he talking about?"
Finbar: "He's acting weirder than a fish with legs."
Dark Reg's words hung heavily in the air, his resentment palpable.
Dark Reg: "I too deserve a taste of the happiness you all share. I won't be overshadowed any longer!"
Amelia, with her Cockney enthusiasm, tried to reason with him.
Amelia: "Dark Reg, there's no need for this. We're all friends here."
Dark Reg: (voice dripping with sarcasm) "Friends, you say? I'll show you what a friend is truly capable of."
As tension filled the bathroom, a palpable shift occurred. The camaraderie that had once flourished now faced an unexpected threat—one that stemmed from the depths of jealousy and the desire for acceptance. The Rubbadubbers stood united, uncertain of what lay ahead in this unexpected turn of events.
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Questions from a High School AP Literature Class
I was relaxing in a beach chair, covered with sun-screen guaranteed to protect me from jelly fish, squid, snaggle-tooth sharks, stray footballs and sunshine. I hadn’t been on the beach long enough to have a beverage in my hand.
I was minding my own business when they walked up. When I’m on the beach, which doesn’t happen very often, especially in March, I’m not thinking about strangers wanting…
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Shadow and Bone spoilers - random thoughts from my notes (e2)
I love that this stolen painting of the fold is now our indicator that they're in the crow club.
Why doesn't Kaz tell anyone anything?
Blowing up the crow club is a scorched earth drama queen move and I approve.
"The barrel doesn't belong to kings it belongs to bastards" - ICONIC SHOWSTOPPING WE LOVE LOVE LOVE TO SEE IT
Quoted directly from my notes here: "Give me Ben you fuckers"
Why is Alina trying to seduce the Darkling in the tether?
"You're already dead" oof the foreshadowing
So cute Genya is looking for David and the Darkling is promising he'll find him. It's yet more evidence of how much he cares for all Grisha. He's rescuing them. Now that I think of it, how did Genya end up in a cage anyway? Was she back at the Darkling's encampment in Kribirsk and not on the skiff?
More Genya/David I love this song.
"Fear in a smaller glass is instinct" I am finally actually engaged in the crows' storyline
Nina's love for waffles continues.
Ballsy of the writers to tell us that Helnik had sex off-screen and refuse to show it to us.
Quoted directly from my notes here: "why does Hellgate look like a pair of boobs"
If the Shark Tooth in the side of Tamar's head isn't considered unusual why did everyone act like the bonding of the stag collar was some horrific thing. Not related to this scene just a thought I had, do you need a Durast for every implantation of an amplifier?
Why aren't they showing us Alina dreaming of the sea whip and the firebird? Seems odd after showing her dreaming of the stag and a simple dream flashback wouldn't take much of the runtime.
"You think the three are connected" is it somehow not common knowledge that Ilya created all three? Duh they're connected.
It's sweet that the Darkling knows the names and stories of everyone he ever rescued, really shows he cared.
Genuinely quite surprised that even Inej doesn't know the history with Pekka because in season one she seemed to.
"You're not just sunshine sunshine" lol
I'm kind of in love with Fruzsi but why have we literally never seen her before and why is she filling the role of Ivan or Fedyor? Also, finally we get to see a tidemaker, we've seen almost every other iteration.
The map that Alina had seemed to show the seawhip being in the sea but suddenly it's on an island?
Killing the seawhip was ridiculously easy. Also, the stag wasn't inherently violent, even when its territory was invaded, why was the seawhip violent?
Is it just me or is Nina chubbier this season? Maybe it's just the multiple layers and cloaks and bustle. I can't help but think that they took into consideration the criticism that Nina wasn't "truly" plus-size and this is how they dealt with it.
Inej's leather pants are everything.
I've been told that in the books Jesper is deeply and unrequitedly in love with Kaz but ngl I'm glad they didn't lean in on it and just had Wylan make one suspicious comment.
"My wraith" death, death for Pekka Rollins for a thousand years.
This Morgens character came out of nowhere and the show's acting like we're supposed to know him. And why is he wearing the Daredevil suit and dressing like one of the twelve from Junni Taisen?
Jesper remembering Wylan while lying on top of him is peak disaster bisexual behavior and I approve.
When are they ever going to run out of animal metaphors for Inej and the Crows? It's just constant all season.
Jesper stopping while being strangled to give Wylan a thumbs up is yet more peak disaster bisexual behavior.
I can't help but notice that Aleksander is spending a ton of time in these first episodes perilously close to the fireplace. Is he experiencing some sort of eternal chill/wasting sickness thing like Baghra does?
TW: SELF HARM MENTION
Ok what was he going to do with that hot poker? Burn the hole in his hand a little deeper? Like there's just nothing given as a reason besides the plot insisting that we need to learn about the tether. (I can't help but think of this from a self-harm angle)
Jessie's got some dance moves. It gives me Benedict Cumberbatch learning to Pop-Lock for Dr. Strange vibes.
"My Alina" - cute in fic where they're in a relationship, creepy in all other contexts including this one.
#shadow and bone#shadow and bone season two#shadow and bone spoilers#s&b#s&b season two#s&b spoilers
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The pirate who took the seven seas
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bwG4Ufx
by RhinestoneDollmaker
A super short and cute drabble that explores Katsuki Bakugos life as an infamously respected pirate, and Kirishima Eijirous life as a mer-shark. (Mermaid shark.)
Oh and theyre in love, and dating.
Its self indulgent fluff.
Words: 1021, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: mermaid kirishima eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Kirishima Eijirou is a Dork, Pirate Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou Has Sharp Shark-Like Teeth, Shark Kirishima Eijirou, Shark Hybrid, Mershark, Interspecies Relationship(s), Interspecies Romance, kiribaku, Krbk, poprocks, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, No Plot/Plotless, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Drabble
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Mutual Misunderstandings - Kirishima Eijirou - Smut
Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder
Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou / F!Reader
Rating: 18+ (Contains smut)
Words: 5,866
Warnings: Quirkless AU, Aged up characters (they adulty adults!), unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), very very light choking, reader has a bit of a size kink.
AN: Another entry for the BNHAREM collab! This time we’re writing roommates, and I somehow managed to snag Kirishima! I’m super excited for all of the fics coming this time around, so make sure you click on the link below and read some of the other submissions!
This is my first time writing Kirishima and I’m super nervous about it. I’ve always really loved him because he’s just the best boy and he’s so brave and strong and gentle and I just want to cuddle him into oblivion. I also firmly believe he’s going to be a huge tank of a man when he gets older and I’m going with that vision of him here.
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You stood in your living room, your jaw hanging open, staring at him in shock. Kirishima had a similar look on his face, the two of you pointing at each other like that Spider-Man meme.
“You mean to tell me you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” You finally choked out, blinking owlishly at your best friend and roommate. “I thought you liked Mina!”
Kirishima sputtered, shaking his head. “No way! She’s my friend, we’ve known each other since middle school, you know that.” He moved to cross his arms across his broad chest. “And anyway, there’s no way you like me, you have a crush on Bakugou!”
There was no way this was happening right now. “No! I don’t like Bakugou like that! He’s a pain in my fucking ass, and I think about murdering him on a daily basis.” Facepalming, you groaned. “Are we really this stupid?”
How did you end up here?
It started back in your first year of college.
The parties and the seemingly endless studying had become a comfortable routine for you. So what if you were sleep-deprived and living on cup noodles? You were getting your higher education and ready to tackle the real world head-on in just a few short years.
A pipe dream, but still.
You had your best friend Shinsou by your side and a customer loyalty card at the campus coffee shop and everything was right with the world. You’d even managed to get paired up with Hitoshi’s (sort of) boyfriend for an English project, which was a better outcome than what you could have hoped for, not having to work with some rando on something that would be a large chunk of your grade.
Kaminari had suggested that you work on it at his place with the promise of Doritos, and you agreed. Who were you to turn down snacks? Poor college students needed those cheese dusted carbs to survive.
The Upsilon Alpha fraternity was one of the best and most popular on campus, and at first, you found it almost laughable that Kaminari was a member. At first glance, he seemed like a total space cadet stoner who didn’t belong in college, much less as a member of such an esteemed frat. However, after getting to know him, you knew that he was most definitely all of those things, but he was also insanely smart when it counted and kept above average grades in his classes (except for math, but with him being a bisexual disaster human, it came with the territory).
You had made some decent progress on your project after about an hour. The outline was done, and you were discussing how you would be presenting it since you had a choice between a written essay or a PowerPoint presentation.
Without warning, the kitchen door flew open, the doorknob slamming into the wall behind it.
“Well, the quiet was nice while it lasted, huh?” Kaminari blinked, completely unfazed by the commotion, leaning back in his chair and eating a chip.
Your gaze flitted over to the man who was glaring at the two of you from the doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets. Blonde hair that looked so much like an explosion was sticking up in every direction on his head, and you felt his red eyes trained on you as he took in the room. “What are you doing, Dunceface?”
Kaminari didn’t answer right away, raising his eyebrow and grinning at the new arrival. “Hey, Kacchan.”
If the bulging vein in the man’s forehead was any indication, Kaminari had said the wrong thing. He opened his mouth, and you assumed it was to threaten your project partner, but he was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder from behind.
“Bakubro, be nice. Kami has company.”
The man that appeared beyond the angry pomeranian took your breath away. He was...big. Like, his shoulders were so wide you wondered how he was going to fit through the doorway. And he was tall, with spiked red hair making him look even taller, big red eyes and sharp teeth, and the most beautiful smile you’d ever laid eyes on.
Blonde and grumpy grumbled, moving aside to let giant and red into the room, who then turned that megawatt million-dollar smile on you, and you tried your best not to stare at his biceps or the way his shirt clung to his chest.
Was it hot in here all of a sudden?
“Hi! I’m Kirishima, and this ray of sunshine is Bakugou, we’re some of Kaminari’s frat brothers!” He held out his hand for you to shake, and you smiled up at him, taking his giant hand in yours. The size of his fingers sent your brain reeling, and you knew you needed to get yourself under control before you started moaning out loud in front of him.
“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you! Kami and I are just working on an English project.” You explained, grinning back up at him, trying to keep the lust off of your face. You didn’t want to look like some kind of freak.
He took his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, you must be Shinsou’s friend! Kami told us you’d be coming over, I forgot about that.” He turned, watching as Bakugou slunk over to the fridge and opened the door. “Don’t let us bother you, we’re just grabbing some water before we head to the gym.”
Kaminari snorted. “Dude, if you get any beefier we’re going to need to remodel the doors so you can fit through them.”
Kirishima turned as red as his hair, glancing at you, before he grinned at his friend. “If I stop, no one will be able to bench press you and Sero at the same time at the next party.”
“Bro, that is my favorite party trick of yours.” He sat up straighter, looking forlorn at the thought of it not happening anymore. “Okay, fine, go to the gym.”
Bakugou grumbled from behind him something that sounded like “I could bench press four of you if I wanted to.”
“Of course you could, buddy.” Kirishima slung his arm over Bakugou’s shoulder. “Okay, we’re out of here. It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Good luck with your project!”
Bakugou grunted and shoved a water bottle at Kirishima, shrugging out from under his arm and leaving the room. Kirishima smiled at you when you said goodbye, hurrying after his sour-faced friend and leaving you and Kaminari to your work.
“Your housemates are...interesting.” You managed, still trying to wrap your head around the red-haired man.
Kaminari snorted. “Kirishima is the walking definition of sunshine, and Bakugou is...well, he takes some getting used to. But he’s not a bad guy.”
You just hummed, chewing on your pen absently. “Can he actually bench press you?”
“Fuck yeah. He does it one-handed. You should come to our next party and see for yourself.”
Keeping your face as neutral as possible, you nodded. “Maybe I can convince Shinsou to come with me.” Wiggling your eyebrows at Kaminari when he blushed, you turned back to the notebook that lay open in front of you. “Come on, let’s figure this out so we can talk more about your intentions with my best friend.”
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You did show up to the next UA frat party, Shinsou in tow. Your purple-haired bestie was grumbling the whole way, his hands shoved in his pockets. It didn’t stop him from making fun of how short your skirt was and teasing you about how you’d done nothing but talk about Kirishima since the day you’d met him.
“He’s like Clifford the Big Red Dog, Y/N. Clumsy and adorable.”
“He’s definitely big. I’d like to climb him like a tree.” You linked your arm with his, walking up to the giant house, the windows already rattling with the bass pumping through the speakers inside.
“You’re disgusting. I am appalled and also proud to call you my best friend.” Sarcastic as usual, he let you drag him along without a fuss.
“That sounds about right.”
The party was in full swing, half the campus milling around inside the house with red plastic cups in hand. You found Kaminari almost immediately, shoving Shinsou towards him and making your way to the kitchen to find yourself a drink.
“Y/N!” Kirishima was in front of you almost immediately, giant cat eyes and his shark tooth smile lighting up the room. “Kami mentioned you might show up!”
Blushing, you nodded, suddenly losing the ability to form words. He was wearing a tank top, his arm muscles on display, and you took a moment to thank the Lord for the blessing before you.
“You want a drink?”
You realized you were staring, so you cleared your throat and smiled at him. “Yes, please.”
His large hand wrapped around your elbow gently as he tugged you through the crowd in the kitchen and out towards the back porch. You tried not to think about how your skin was burning under his touch. You needed to get a grip.
He got to work on the keg, pumping the handle on the top and grabbing you a cup, tilting it a bit as he filled it with beer.
“Hey, shitty hair! Beer pong!” You turned to see Bakugou standing on the other side of the large wooden deck, his arm resting on the shoulder of a tall and lanky brown-haired boy. “Sero here wants to break up the dream team! Find a partner!”
Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, hang on!” He turned to you, handing you your drink. “So, you play beer pong?”
Bringing the cup to your lips, you tilted your head back and chugged your beer, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand when you’d finished. Kirishima was staring at you with wide eyes, looking surprised but pleased. “Yeah. I’m better when I’m drunk, though.”
He held out his hand for the empty cup, moving to fill it up again, his grin never faltering. “Let’s go kick their asses.”
--
That was the beginning of your friendship with Kirishima. What had started as a crush on the red-haired man had turned into a companionship that you couldn’t ever see yourself without. That was why you never said a word about how you really felt.
As cliché as it was, you didn’t know how you’d survived without the guy. He was nothing short of amazing. He was a great listener, and he gave good advice. He was always there when you needed him, bringing you soup when you were sick, going on late-night snack runs when you were up all night studying for exams, showing up with chocolate and tampons when it was your time of the month.
Shinsou had always done those things for you, but he was spending a lot of time with his boyfriend now. You weren’t upset about it though, you thought they were the cutest and you didn’t want to third wheel their time together, so you hung out with Kirishima and Bakugou a lot more often.
As Kaminari had told you on that first day, Bakugou truly wasn’t a bad guy. His attitude got on your nerves though, and you envisioned punching him in the face at least four times a day, but you didn’t dislike him. He and Kirishima were best friends, so he was a part of the package, and you learned to deal with him.
So it was a no-brainer when Kirishima and Bakugou approached you and asked if you wanted to get an apartment with them once you’d graduated. With the three of you living together, you were able to afford a nicer apartment than you’d ever dreamed of having that was in a central location and only a few train stops away from where your respective jobs were located.
Things were going well, and you’d done a decent job of keeping your true feelings for Kirishima to yourself. It helped that he’d never dated anyone, and you were free to lust after him quietly, under the impression that no one had caught on to how you really felt, perfectly content to continue as you had been since the day you’d met him.
The only wrench in your plans of quiet pining was Mina Ashido.
Mina was awesome, and you loved her to pieces. She was one of the only other females in your friend group and had been around since you’d gotten closer to the boys in the frat that first year of college. She was the perfect person to go to when you needed some self-care nights, always down to put on a face mask and paint your nails, and she was the best shopping partner.
However, you were thoroughly convinced that Kirishima liked her.
You’d noticed, as far back as your freshman year, how they always gravitated towards each other in social settings. Mina was always one of the last ones to leave when you went out back then, always the one Kirishima threw his arm around when you walked back to campus from the bar.
It was part of the reason you’d become close with Bakugou in the first place. Whenever Kiri was with Mina, you always sidled up to the explosive blonde, teasing him to distract yourself from the way your heart was squeezing in your chest.
Neither of them had ever mentioned having more than just a platonic, friendly relationship with each other, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you got whenever you saw them together.
It’s called jealousy, you idiot.
You had nothing to be jealous about though. Kirishima was your friend, and that’s all he would ever be.
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Things had been going well, at least that’s what you’d thought. And then this morning had happened.
It was Saturday, which was your normal grocery shopping day. You and Bakugou had taken on the burden of shopping for groceries for the apartment. You’d allowed Kirishima to go once and he came home with more junk food than should be allowed in one cart, and half of the things on the list you’d given him missing, and more protein powder than should be legally allowed.
Bakugou had worked out a system and your grocery shopping trips were like a well-oiled machine that took no longer than an hour out of your day, and you were grateful for your grumpy friend and his penchant for being overly organized.
You finished getting dressed, ready to get this over with so you could use the rest of the day to play video games and be generally lazy. Walking into the living room, you stopped in your tracks to see your roommates glaring at each other, which was normal for one of them, and uncharacteristic for the other.
“Everything okay?” Your eyes darted between the two men, taking in Kirishima’s stiff posture and clenched jaw.
“Fine. I’m going shopping alone today.” Bakugou grunted, turning away from his best friend.
Puzzled, you frowned. “What? Why?”
Bakugou stopped in the doorway, turning to face the both of you, looking thoroughly fed up. He lifted his hand and pointed. “The two of you are making me want to commit myself. I’ve been dealing with this shit for years, and it ends today. You’re in love with each other. Figure your shit out and fuck already. I’ll be out for the rest of the day.”
You gaped after him as he turned again, giving you both the middle finger over his shoulder as he left, the door slamming shut behind him.
And that brings us up to speed.
“Are we really this stupid?” You asked, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back.
Kirishima sighed. “This doesn’t make any sense. Since when?”
Snorting, you flopped down on the couch, rubbing at your face tiredly. “Truthfully? Since the moment we met.” You guessed the cat was out of the bag, so you might as well tell him everything. “In the kitchen at the frat house.”
“When you came over to work on that project with Denki?” His eyebrows furrowed, an adorably confused look on his face. “Are you telling me I’ve been pushing you at Bakugou for nearly 5 years for no reason?”
“Yeah, you could stop doing that at any time and I would appreciate it. Unless you want me to strangle him to death.”
Kirishima flopped down on the other end of the couch, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I’ve liked you just as long, you know? I saw you sitting in our kitchen and I thought I was going to throw up.”
“If that was supposed to make me feel good about myself then you’ve failed miserably.”
“No! I just mean, the butterflies-” He groaned. “Shut up and let me get this out okay?”
Smirking at him, you turned your body, leaning against the back of the couch. “Okay, sorry, keep going.”
Taking a deep breath, he continued, red eyes trained on your face. “Do you remember the frat party?”
“Which one?”
“That first one, when you chugged that beer in front of me and then helped me kick Bakugou’s ass at beer pong?” He waited for you to nod before he spoke again. “I’d never felt so enamored with anyone in my entire life.” Kirishima let his gaze fall to his hands. “You were so awesome and funny and beautiful and you kept up with my friends and their dumbass antics like a pro and I just...I couldn’t believe you were real. I just kept telling myself that you would never be into someone like me, so I decided that if we could be friends for life then that would be enough.”
“Ei…” You trailed off, frowning. You’d always known he tended to get down on himself. You and Bakugou had done your best to convince him he was worth much more than he let himself believe, but sometimes he needed a reminder.
“I know, I know. I don’t feel that way anymore, but at the time I did.” His hair was down, tied back in a loose bun, bits of his fringe falling in his eyes. He pushed a piece of it behind his ear and kept going. “So I tried to keep my distance, kept on hanging around with Mina, tried not to think about how much I wanted to be with you. She kept telling me I needed to tell you, kept rubbing it in that I wasn’t being manly about it. But you were hanging out with Bakugou so much I just figured you liked him and I didn’t want to get in the way.”
Closing your eyes, you let your head fall forward. “I was hanging out with Bakugou because I couldn’t stand seeing you with Mina so much. I was jealous.” Realization hit, and your eyes snapped open. “Mina knew?”
“Yeah, she’s the only one I told.”
“All those times we hung out and she never said a word.” Chuckling, you shook your head. “I told Shinsou. It’s like the only secret he’s ever kept from Kaminari. I threatened to mutilate him beyond all recognition if he mentioned a word to anyone.” You grinned sheepishly at him.
Kirishima huffed a laugh. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Bakugou. Your threats are just as creative as his.”
“Speaking of, I guess he figured it out on his own then.”
Humming, he shrugged. “He was always the smartest one out of all of us.” He looked over at you again. “So, now it’s your turn.”
Raising an eyebrow, you blinked at him. “For what? A heartfelt confession?”
“It’s only fair. I told you how I felt. What did you think when you first met me?”
You felt your ears get hot. “Do you want the truth? Because it’s kind of embarrassing.”
Shifting himself on the couch, he leaned against the arm, tanned forearms resting on his knees. “Oh, this should be good.” He teased, grinning.
“Shut up.” You sighed, preparing yourself for his reaction. “When you walked into the kitchen that day, my first thoughts were...uh...pretty dirty. Like X rated.”
Eyes wide, he stared at you. “Really? How dirty are we talking here?”
You covered your face with your hands, mumbling your answer behind them.
“Sorry, what was that?” He was fucking with you again, you could hear the smirk in his voice, and you were tempted to smack him with a throw pillow.
Taking a deep breath, you moved your hands from your face, looking him right in the eye. “I said, I wanted you to step on me.”
Sputtering, he blinked a few times. “What?”
“I mean, you were this...tank, Eijirou. Like this giant man with gorgeous eyes and a killer smile, with the personality of fucking sunshine and you had these big hands and I wanted you to wrap them around my throat and-”
“Whoa whoa whoa, seriously?” His cheeks were as red as his hair, his hands flailing as he stopped your tirade. “You wanted me to…?
Nodding solemnly, you looked him dead in the eyes. “Yes, and I’ve thought about that like every day since then.”
“I am learning things about you today that I never even imagined.” Blowing a breath out he slumped back, looking shook.
You hurried on, wanting him to know it was more than that. “I mean, after that I got to know you and I love everything about you, Ei. I just, you’re such a good person, better than I could ever be. You care about everyone and you’re always there for me, for all of us, whenever we need you. You’re strong and funny and brave. I always know that I can rely on you.” Sniffling, you couldn’t help the emotions bubbling to the surface.
“But you also want me to step on you.” He was grinning, his eyes a little wet, too.
Wiping at your eyes with your fingers, you chuckled. “Yes, exactly.”
Sighing, he leaned forward, grabbing your arm and tugging. “Come here.”
Crawling across the couch, you laid down between his parted legs, your head resting on his chest. He wrapped his giant arms around you and kissed the top of your head.
“Now what?” You asked, realizing you were afraid of the answer. What happened now?
He hummed, and you heard the sound vibrate through his chest. “I was going to suggest a nap, but now I keep thinking about what you said…”
You lifted up to ask what he meant, shifting your body and freezing when you felt something hard brush against your thigh. Eyes meeting his, you bit your lip at the look on his face, feeling a blush creep over your face and down your neck. “Yeah?”
“I figured we can do things out of order a little bit, right? I’m going to take you on a real date and court you properly, like a gentleman and all that, but right now all I can think about is, well…” He sat up, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you like it was nothing, until you were sitting properly on his lap, straddling his hips. When he was satisfied, his hand moved to your throat, putting the smallest amount of pressure on the sides of your neck with his calloused fingertips.
The moan that tore from your throat was low and quiet, but he heard it, muttering a curse under his breath as you became nearly boneless in his lap. “Eijriou.” You managed, licking your lips and gazing at him through half-closed eyes, your blood pounding in your ears.
It was ridiculous how turned on you were in that moment, and he’d barely done a thing. You felt his cock twitch beneath you, and you couldn’t help but grind down on him, the small amount of friction making you shiver.
Suddenly he was guiding you towards him, your noses bumping and breath mingling as he held you in place, his lips just out of your reach. “You don’t know how much I’ve always wanted you, Y/N.”
Letting your eyes slide closed, you ran your hands up his muscled arms and rested them on his shoulders to keep yourself upright. You were tired of waiting, of keeping yourself from what you wanted. “Show me.”
If you were to die right here on this couch it would have all been worth it. The feeling of his lips on yours, the way he ran his thumb lightly over your throat as he kissed you, had your eyes rolling back in their sockets. You couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, of the feeling of his hard body beneath your fingertips. He was careful with his sharp teeth, tugging at your bottom lip lightly, your tongues sliding together as he rolled his hips against yours.
You pulled back for air finally, taking in his kiss bruised lips and dilated pupils. Reaching down, you tore your shirt over your head, tossing it across the room, never breaking eye contact. You watched his gaze fall to your heaving chest as he worried at his bottom lip for a moment, obviously lost in thought.
Before you could ask him what he was thinking about, he’d shifted again so that his feet were on the floor. Kirishima lifted you off his lap and put you on your feet in front of him, hands moving to your waist, fingers slipping into the elastic of the leggings you were wearing. He pressed his face to your bare stomach, kissing your skin as he worked your pants down your thighs, slipping them past your knees. You played with his hair, moaning softly as he kissed along your hip.
When he sat back you stepped out of your leggings, feeling exposed. You forgot how to be awkward when he was looking at you like that, hungry and wanting. Stepping forward, you pouted. “Why am I the only one half-naked?”
Chuckling, he pulled his shirt off, and you sucked in a breath, trying to wrap your head around the fact that this man, with a chiseled and perfect body like a Greek god, wanted you.
You didn’t even have time to admire him, because he was moving again, pulling you closer by your thighs, sharp teeth hooking into the front of your panties and dragging them down. Tugging the tie out of his hair, you slid it on your wrist, letting your fingers card through his red locks. He let his hands do the rest of the work until the offending garment was tangled around your ankles.
Pushing him away gently, you watched him settle back on the couch, red eyes gazing at you as you reached back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor, finally fully exposed to him. Kirishima sucked in a breath, blinking a few times in disbelief. “God, you’re so beautiful.”
You kicked your panties to the side, moving to kneel in front of him, reaching up to grasp the top of his grey sweats, mouth-watering when you started to tug them down. Kirishima was huge everywhere else, so the size of his cock was of no surprise to you. He was massive, long, and girthy, and you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you, stuffing you full.
Rubbing your thighs together for some relief, you left his sweats around his ankles, leaning forward and grasping his cock in your hand. It was almost comical how small your hands looked compared to it. Your eyes locked with his as you licked a long stripe up the shaft, tracing along the prominent vein on the underside, and lapping at the precum dripping from the head.
Kirishima’s head fell back to rest on the cushion behind him, his fingers tangling in your hair as you took him into your mouth. Your jaw ached almost immediately as you did your best to swallow all of him down, willing your throat to relax. You’d spent so long thinking about how he would taste and sound as you sucked his soul out through his dick, you were going to make the most out of this moment.
His breathy pants filled the room, along with the obscene slurping sounds of your mouth around his cock. Gripping your hair and tugging lightly, you could tell he was holding back, his thighs shaking with the effort to keep from fucking up into your face. You pulled off, opening your mouth to let him know he could wreck you however he wanted, but he had other plans.
“Come up here, baby.”
The pet name sent shivers through you as you stood up, straddling his lap, his cock pressed up against his stomach. His thumb brushed over your lips, wiping away the spit and pre that spilled down your chin. Cradling your face in his large palm, he pulled you forward and kissed you deeply, his free hand sliding between your bodies. Thick fingers parted your folds, and you lifted up on your knees to give him better access. You moaned into his mouth as he brushed over your clit, gathering the dripping wetness of your cunt along his digits and sliding one finger inside your hole.
You clenched around him, breaking the kiss and keening loudly, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. His finger pumped in and out, curling slightly and pressing against your inner walls, stretching you. Gripping your hip with his other hand, he kissed his way down your jaw to your neck and chest, tongue flicking out over your nipple, hot breath ghosting over your skin with a chuckle when you grabbed his head and pulled him towards you.
One finger turned to two and then three as you rocked and mewled in pleasure, his thumb finding your clit again and pressing against the bundle of nerves, whispered praises reaching your ears as he sucked and bit at your breasts. You were on the edge, wanting to fall over and drown in him, needing to cum all over his fingers and then again on his cock, wanting nothing more than to feel this way forever.
“Ei I’m gonna…” You panted, unable to form the words.
Grunting, he moved his fingers faster, pressing his thumb in a little harder, his words of praise streaming steadily, telling you how good you were, how pretty you looked. Eyes rolling back, your body tensed, a moan in the sound of his name leaving your lips as you shook, cumming harder than you ever had in your life.
You were still clenching when he pulled his fingers out of you, his hand slick with release as he tugged on his cock and lined it up with your entrance, your body mourning the loss for mere seconds before he was filling you again. The slick glide of your arousal had you taking nearly all of him, the two of you groaning in tandem at the feeling. Gripping his shoulders, you lifted slightly, slamming your hips back down and taking him to the hilt. The stretch was just on the edge of painful, but his thick digits had stretched you just enough that the pleasure superseded any discomfort.
Still trying to gather yourself after your orgasm, you took a moment to breathe, studying his face, your gaze tracing over the scar on his eyelid, and his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks. An hour ago you never could have imagined you’d be here, panting shakily, drenched in sweat and skin to skin with your best friend and roommate.
Clenching around him, you held his shoulders, rocking forward and lifting yourself slightly. Kirishima gripped your hips, fucking up into you in a steady rhythm, his lips finding yours once again to swallow the panting moans leaving you. You bounced on his cock, relishing the feeling as he kissed down your neck, his fingertips digging into your flesh, sure to leave bruises for you to admire the next day.
You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but it didn’t even matter. Just being this close to him, feeling him filling you so completely after wanting him for so long, it could have been minutes and you’d be happy. Knowing he felt for you as strongly as you felt for him was enough.
His fingers trailed along your front and dipped in between your bodies to rub your clit again, and you felt the pleasure race down your spine, coil tightening again and ready to break. “Oh fuck, Eijirou!”
Growling, he grunted your name as his hips snapped up to meet yours, chasing his release. “I love you, Y/N.”
His words tipped you over again, your breath catching as you came, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into you increasing as you gushed around him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, completely spent. You held onto him as he slammed into you a few more times, rhythm faltering and hips stuttering until he was filling you up with a loud groan.
Collapsing back onto the couch, he held you to his chest, the two of you gasping for air. It was quiet for a few minutes as he rubbed his palm along your back comfortingly. You felt relaxed and sated, a pleased smile making its way to your face when you thought about what he’d said.
“Hey, Ei?” You pulled back slightly to look at him, giggling when he peeked one eye open to gaze at you.
“You okay?”
“Mm. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, too.”
He looked sheepish, opening both eyes and biting his lip. “I didn’t mean to tell you like that. I wanted it to be romantic.”
“That was plenty romantic, Eijirou.” Rolling your eyes fondly, you shifted in his lap. “I’m just happy to hear you say it.”
“Man, we did this all wrong. I should have at least taken you to dinner first. This is so unmanly of me, I just couldn’t help it.” He frowned. “I’m sorry-”
“You’re too good sometimes, Ei. I’m not complaining, am I?” You raised an eyebrow. “We should go get cleaned up before Bakugou comes home and finds out we fucked on the couch.”
“Please don’t talk about Bakugou while you’re sitting on my dick.” He made a face that caused you to bust into gasping laughter.
“Oh my god, I can’t.” You wheezed. “You’re ridiculous.” You moved to get up and he stopped you.
With a serious look on his face, he pushed your hair away from your face, his hand lingering near your ear. “I do love you though, Y/N. And I’m glad we finally got here. I didn’t think we ever would.”
Expression softening, you leaned into his palm, smiling at him. “Me too.”
Maybe if you had just told him how you felt all those years ago, you would have been able to have this sooner. But you promised yourself that you wouldn’t dwell on the past, deciding to focus on the future, because you knew it would be filled with more moments with him just like this.
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—the lovey-dovey things they do with you while you're both stuck at home during quarantine
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katsuki bakugo: cooking and baking with him! it all started on a cozy afternoon in April, you’re mindlessly scrolling through tiktok whilst cuddling with katsuki (your sparky bf practically asleep in your arms) when you stumbled upon some cute and interesting cooking videos appearing on your fyp. katsuki peers through your phone and groggily asks if you want to try out and attempt to make some of them and you immediately say yes!
the two of you start with something simple and basic, dalgona coffee! (even playfully arguing whether or not you should adding more whipped cream to your drinks or not), after that, you then take your culinary journey a bit further by making some baked sushi, cloud bread, and mini donut cereals among many other scrumptious delights! after a while, you decided to buy some matching “kiss the cook” aprons online and even started a tiktok account detailing all of the special twists katsuki made to the recipes (although he absolutely refused to make an account at first, with some probing and dozens of pouty faces and puppy eyes coming from his adorable significant other, he finally gives in) dancing and kisses in the kitchen, spreading flour on each other’s faces, leaving sneaky love notes by the fridge, and making each other coffee in the morning were just some of the little add-ons the two of you would do with each other.
izuku midoriya: online escape rooms and virtual museum tours! the national museum of japan were offering some free virtual tours around the museum and the two of you could not just pass up the opportunity to see all the intricate pieces being displayed in the museum. however, izuku wanted to experience something else that's similar to that and so, after seeing an ad on twitter for an virtual escape room experience, izuku excitedly told you about it. jumping and hopping around like a little bunny and you couldn’t help but agree as seeing him so happy and so excited for something will never fail to make your heart flutter. the two of you immediately book a reservation and even bring out your virtual reality gears for the full immersive experience. you’re clinging to his arm the whole time as you virtually traverse a horror escape game and your freckled boyfriend tries his best to be brave just for you.
with both of your intelligent and inquisitive minds combined together, with the occasional soft couple bickering, and having to listen to izuku murmur to himself for several minutes, the two of you solved 7 escape rooms (for a week straight) in a span of three hours each. the two of you take turns in doing the tasks of the game, and whoever fails to do so, has to do the other person’s bidding for the entire day. although the two of you could never force the other to do any mean-spirited dares to each other, most of the bidding you told each other to do were peppering each other kisses on the cheek, long and warm hugs, choosing the movie for the night, cuddling in the bed and holding hands among many other things.
todoroki shoto: binging movies and tv shows on netflix with him! this was the perfect opportunity to help your icy-hot boyfriend finally indulge in everything pop culture. and what better way to do so than on netflix and other streaming sites? the two of you end up watching every romantic movie dear to your heart. mixed with bed or couch cuddles, blankets wrapped around the two of you, a lot of cheesy and loving whispers said, and paired with some comfort food you ordered online. your watching area varied. sometimes the two of you would watch in the bedroom, living room, and sometimes you would even make a pillow fort with dangling fairy lights attached to it filling the tent with fluffy stuff toys to lie on just so that the two of you can watch on the floor.
shoto cried when the two of you finished watching the notebook and the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. and all you did the entire night was give him all the hugs and kithes you could provide him. ever since then, the two of you opt for more light-hearted movies. rom-coms, disney movies and sitcoms where he endlessly referenced iconic lines from friends, the office, how i met your mother, and brooklyn 99. the days in quarantine go by with the two of you just mindlessly singing and dancing along to disney songs, rewatching rom-coms for the umpteenth time, reenacting some scenes from iconic movies with dry yet hilarious acting, and just discussing movie theories whenever he cutely and innocently asks you about some small details he missed every time you finish watching a movie for the day
eijiro kirishima: training and exercise routines with him! your shark-toothed boyfriend is a fitness buff through and through. to the point that a room in your house dedicated to just gym and fitness equipment exists. but when quarantine struck the world and your lovely home, you slightly lost your motivation to work out. eijiro continues to encourage you to do so ofc! with the two of you occasionally going outside to jog but aside from that, nothing much else. when he catches you watching a chloe ting video on youtube, he scoops you up from the couch, and you giggle trying to tell him to put you down yet he refuses to do so, as he carries you all the way to your little gym room. you notice that there are yoga mats sprawled about and since then, the two of you would do a lot of yoga as it has been proven to decrease anxiety. sometimes the two of you would get distracted and start dancing to the exercise music, accompanied endless laughter and giggles when kirisihima would do his daily planking exercise with you sitting on top of him as he does so.
there were also times when the two of you were so tired and sore. so you would give each other loving massages, there were also times when the two of you would just sleep it out or just lounge in the bed. excercise couldn’t stop your cravings and so, and there were also times when the two of you would do some food mukbangs you’ve been craving for recently.
shinsou hitoshi: playing video games with him and taking care of your little pet kitten! right before quarantine started, shinsou surprised you with a pet little kitten that the two of you decided to name gigi, named after the cat from kiki’s delivery service. the two of you always running around the house as if you were parents to a newly-born baby, watching your cute little kitten frolicking around, touching and interacting with everything he could find. after watching some “cat parents” videos on youtube and learning some tips, you attempt to give it a bath, resulting into a very wet failure. with the only time you can feel peace and quiet was when gigi was asleep or whenever he would be drinking his vet-approved milk. your quarantine life was hectic and chaotic but taking care of a cute little bundle of joy with your equally loving and handsome boyfriend... well, life couldn’t get any better than this.
when you were finally able to get the hang of the cat parents life, you and shinsou finally found the time to rest and relax by playing video games. may it be a horror, action, adventure, rhythm, or fantasy game, you were always playing with him. maybe as a player 2 or just as the supportive significant other who helped him solve puzzles, make story game choices that could change the game, and even help him with the buttons if he was trying to fight some hard boss. whenever there are jumps cares in the game, he would hold your hand and give you reassuring pats. whenever the two of you would play against each other on the other hand, he has his arms wrapped around you, with you still being extremely focused at the game at hand, he would give you pecks on the cheek to try and make you distracted so that he can win. your little pet kitten, gigi, sleeping on the couch as the two of you play to your heart’s content.
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i gotta sleep soon so ive decided i will finally dump a buncha my headcanons here aswell adfhsf
theyre all in here but im gonna copy paste them as a post as well because i wanna
ill be updating the doc a lot but i probably wont edit the post much
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slight spoilers but not much? i dont think?
mono is written to be the tallest because rcg is more like a bonus i guess? but she is the tallest + oldest (this goes for other similar things written abt six, mono and/or rk)
some of these are more like what-if scenarios (ex. modern stuff mentioned like cars) that could fit maybe in an au of sorts rather than entirely canon
all links are safe
Six
she/it/they
ADHD
Tasteblind, but sensitive to certain food textures
Shortest by a lot, youngest but not by much
Zero sense of time
Likes lullabies, gets Mono to sing them to her (likes to make up her own versions sometimes)
Short attention span, unless she’s insanely invested in something
Definitely bites ice cream
Uses Mono like a cat tree, climbs all over him, loves to sit up on his shoulders or just literally drape herself around his neck like a scarf (Mono eventually gets used to it, but she still can’t stay there for long or it starts to hurt) (possibly a little random but think like .. them + )
Likes most toys but hates dolls, usually tears them apart/messes with them for fun
Not a huge fan of rain, but the sound is calming, and she loves the aftermath, which includes the smell, dew on grass, just how everything looks, worms and snails coming out of hiding, and splashing in puddles
Likes teddy bears (big and cuddly, plus, reminds her of Mono)
You are not immune to her puppy eyes. Raincoat Girl is probably the only person who is
Collects things a lot, gets attached to certain items for a random amount of time
When she learns a new phrase or word, she loves to repeat it to herself ( not really in the “ look at me i learned a new word and i'm gonna use it all the time “ type way, she just finds it entertaining, kinda like vocal stimming )
Does a similar thing when she finds something that someone else said funny, mocks them by repeating it and giggling
Likes making "nests" out of her stuff
Definitely occasionally runs on all fours, it's usually not for too long though.
Most of the time it’s momentarily while she's already in the middle of sprinting, to give herself a boost with a bound or two, or if she trips or feels herself falling forward while running she'll shift onto all fours which is is how she originally developed that "reflex", to prevent herself from falling while running, but eventually she started using it a little more often
She can also just walk normally on all fours too but she usually only uses it while running
She likes to show off her object collections to Mono, he’s very supportive :]
Loves long car rides, as well as Runaway
Brings mono gifts (usually dead rats, birds, etc. or bizzare objects from her collection that reminded her of him for whatever reason)
Hates drinks like soda or sparkling water, anything fizzy is a no-no
Likes shiny things
Her pupils widen (that cat thing) when she sees something interesting, or something/someone she likes
Plus her eyes shine in the dark / in photos sometimes, they usually look red
Mono gave Six their lighter
Heterochromia, their right eye is a dark, reddish brown, the other is milky white
Always chewing on stuff
Fidgets lots, stim buddies with Mono
Six stims by rocking on her feet, bouncing, cracking her fingers and shaking fists most often
She also vocal stims lots, mostly by repeating animal noises
It’s got tons of freckles
She likes to sing, and is very good at it but doesnt get to very often
it’s favorite things to sing are hypno and sunshine
( 11:11 hypno, sunshine )
Not super into arts, but loves to draw, and is very fascinated by origami
Often refers to Mono as a nerd (affectionate) (also sometimes dork)
Purrs, growls, hisses etc.
Because she doesn't talk much, she adapts more animal-like ways of communication, not only vocally but also physical stuff (slow blinking, headbutting stuff, mostly cat-like traits and reflexes. also she likes to drop stuff off of shelves and tables just bc its fun)
Doesn't know her own strength a lot of the time
Very touch starved (they all are) even if she doesn't realise it
Flinches and/or swats others away when touched
Eventually they get used to Mono, he's the only person that can touch her at all, but she still has limits
No sense of others personal space though
She’s great at tracking things, mostly small animals
Super ticklish, not very happy that Mono found out
Very visual memory
She really loves all types of music, ranges from things like 100 gecs type stuff, to calm instrumental kinda things, literally anything with maybe a few exceptions
Shark teeth, very sharp, loves making dents in stuff with them
Cat-like claws too (retractable maybe?? why not.. it usually has them out though)
Love-hate relationship with snow, they find it weird and kind of icky, but Mono teaches her how to make snow angels, forts and snowmen, and she loves snowball fights (Mono regrets teaching them about those though), plus she adores going back inside and just drinking hot chocolate with Mono and sometimes other friends :]
Mono
he/she
Tallest of the three, oldest as well
Colorblind
He has vitiligo
Loves all sorts if arts and crafts, often drags Six into making stuff with him
Her hair is very soft, even if it doesn't look like it
Very touchy-feely, with others and with objects
Knows and respects others boundaries. Six does not
He will often push his own boundaries though
He’s very protective, usually feels the need to put others safety and health in front of her own
A little naive, will protect even if she isn’t getting anything in return from the person(s)
Likes skirts!
Mono loves to learn about his friends and their personalities, strengths, weaknesses etc. to use for their own benefit! For example, he has a different way to cheer up each friend, and does his best to include them in stuff he thinks they'll also like
Loves any happy sounding music the most, but listens to lots of other stuff too (a few songs that remind me of him not lyric-wise but like, sounds like he'd listen to them, are She Wants Me (to be loved), Dancing in my Room, Sunday Best and Sunkissed type stuff, I don’t know music genres so)
Favorite drink is probably coffee
Loves all sorts of soup!!
Has lots of nicknames for Six! Mostly uses kitty and shortcake (it hates them but gets used to them, only from Mono though; some of the other kids use them to get on her nerves, doesn’t end well for them)
Love loves bugs! Six likes them too, but isn't as interested as Mono and Runaway (she likes to eat them)
Runaway
he/they
Almost as tall as Mono, noticable difference though
He loves chocolate milk and tea
Probably the most reasonable out of the three
Despite this, he still likes to annoy them (mostly Six)
Similarly to Six, he sucks at keeping track of the time
Likes goldfish snacks a lot
His nomes are always nearby when he is
Really likes coloring books and puzzles
They love the sound of pianos, not the best at playing it but likes messing with them in his free time with Six (their rare bonding moments)
Loves any instruments really, pianos are just his favorite
Has the biggest sweet tooth
Also loves bugs!! Mono and him are bug buddies
His favorite bugs are caterpillars and butterflies, he isn’t a very big fan of spiders though (Mono didn’t used to mind them, but after the hand incidents in the hospital, he finds them icky; too similar)
Bonus; RCG
she/they
Tallest as well as oldest (again, not oldest by much though)
Big sister vibes
Super supportive
Usually in charge of keeping others in line, doesn’t mind a little chaos here and there though (even if it doesn’t usually end well)
Also has a few freckles, not nearly as much as Six
Lots of energy that often rubs off on the others when she’s around
Probably the most responsible, great with kids younger than her
Loves teaching the others how to do stuff, has the longest attention span which makes it easier
Very playful and teasing, but still knows and respects boundaries when it comes to that kinda stuff
Gets easily stressed out and nervous when she doesn't know what to do, as she feels like she always has to be responsible
aaaand thats all 4 now! i might do more characters like comic kids if i get enough ideas but thatll be in the doc if i ever do
pleas share with me ur hcs and ideas too!!!! if u wanna i would love 2 see them!!
#six rambles#like i said i update the doc#but prob wont update the post with it#not very often atleast#little nightmares#little nightmares 2#very little nightmares#vln#headcanons#six#mono#runaway kid#the girl in the yellow raincoat#long post
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