#pov: you are me and you are a dumbass and can’t even pass classes in fucking art school hahahahaha I want to die
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#going to actually scream why am I like this#me: I think I am mentally well adjusted enough to have a call with my mother#me not even twenty minutes after the call: girl help that was a lie#i feel so bad??? like. i keep Fucking up she quite literally should’ve aborted me Christ#it would’ve. cost so much less in her life if she did not have me I think#anyway <3333 grades = my self worth I guess lol#like. why do i bother working at all of the result is still ‘hey! you did really shitty. feel bad and die’#yes i’m back on my bullshit#yes I’m fully hyper aware that my perfectionism is a trauma response.yes I’m aware that my fear of failure stems from financial instability#does not change the fact that I am still going To feel this way forever actually#like. good daughters TM don’t make their moms cry over how fucking useless they are at raising them HELP#they do what their told and excel and are perfect and choose careers that are actually Going to put food on the table LOL#pov: you are me and you are a dumbass and can’t even pass classes in fucking art school hahahahaha I want to die#do#not reblog or like this I’ll actually bite you#anyway ya boi is 19 and still has mommy issues and undiagnosed mental illness#screams. that feeling when your dad is in prison and it is making the financial situation worse. girl help#why couldn’t I have just been actually self sufficient and not a fuck up I hate myself#the bitter ocean rants
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honey — bakugou katsuki
— info :: bakugou x gn!reader ; sfw ; fluff & humour ; 6.04k words.
— contents :: quirkless reader ; reader’s pov ; scheming friends ; dumbass!reader ; slight cussing ; confessions.
— synopsis :: if there’s one thing that you have in common with bakugou katsuki, it’s obliviousness to the other’s feelings. a haunted house is the best place to resolve misunderstandings.
— note :: it’s been a while; I finally finished this!! :D it’s a continuation to bakugou’s “pining”, and I’d suggest reading that first for the full experience™ but there are hints dropped throughout “honey” to give you an idea of what happened! I hope y’all like this! :)
quite honestly, you've got to be the biggest idiot possible.
really, you had the best chance.
it’s not like confessing to bakugou katsuki would be that bad, right? the most he’d do is turn you down with a scoff and then go back to pretending you don’t exist while chasing his heroic dreams.
he’s not big on humiliating people unless they’re—
a: aspiring heroes, or
b: midoriya izuku.
he definitely wouldn’t lord it over your head and tease you about it.
kaminari really gave you the best opportunity to get things out in the open!
and you let it slip through your fingers like an idiot.
furthermore, you really did also say that you have absolutely no romantic interest in the explosive pretty boy. you acted like the idea of harboring any feelings towards him shocked you. you also acted like he was the weird one for thinking you liked him.
while having a raging crush on him which really makes your heart beat and bounce around in your ribcage as if getting a firsthand taste of his quirk.
have you mentioned that you’re an idiot?
right, you have done that enough times, so maybe the next step is to explain why.
you’d been out running an errand when you’d come across midoriya izuku.
midoriya; the only other quirkless student in your year, in junior high. you’d never talked much to him, but you’d felt a sense of camaraderie with him whenever you saw him. the school was small enough that you could count the number of quirkless people on one hand.
you and deku were included in that number.
the only reason why you didn’t get picked on for the reasons he did was because you never wanted to be a hero.
and you avoided bakugou katsuki like the plague.
to be honest, you hated him at first.
you’d seen it all, but hadn’t been able to do anything other than giving midoriya a few words of comfort which felt hollow to your own ears. you still blamed yourself a little for having never helped him properly.
you loathed bakugou for being as powerful as he was, as arrogant and stuck up as he was, and for being the petty bully who really thought he was better than someone just because of a quirk.
you were bitter. not because you didn’t have a quirk, but because people like him made people like you feel like you weren’t worth anything.
that’s why, when you chanced upon midoriya after such a long time, you were elated.
you were so happy when you found out that he really did have what it takes to be a hero.
if you deliberately ignored bakugou, then that’s entirely on him and not on you.
you won’t be taking responsibility for things that aren’t your fault.
…you were also wary of him.
you didn’t want him to blow you up if you so much as smiled at him.
not that he deserved seeing your smile anyway.
that’s what you told yourself right in the beginning. and that’s what came to bite you in the ass, because some days you have to do your best to conceal your smile at the mention of the stupid explosive boy’s name.
he really does scare you, you didn’t lie about that. but despite that, your brain thinks that it’s fun to get flustered over someone who scares you. just a little bit! he’s losing that scariness rapidly in all situations except when you’ve seen him in action as a budding hero. you just get worried that he’s going to take one look at you and decide that you’re getting in his way, a nuisance to everyone, and whatever else he can think of you.
in all honesty, you’re aware that he was an idiot in middle school, and the majority of his issues stemmed from his convoluted relationship with midoriya. if midoriya himself can forgive him, then you don’t really have a reason to hold grudges. and you know he’s grown. he’s matured to an extent you never expected from him, but perhaps that’s how he goes through life.
exceeding expectations is something he’s great at.
and he’s grown into someone wonderfully inspiring, if not intimidating.
—juuuust a little!
…
uraraka finds out first.
you love that girl, but you could do without her knowing about your embarrassing crush on one bakugou katsuki.
if only she’d actually helped you out, instead of teasing you subtly to the point that you couldn’t even stay in the same room as bakugou—to the point that you vehemently denied any sort of interest in him when midoriya innocently brought up the other boy in a conversation.
it becomes a reflex to avoid anything related to bakugou and romance in the same space. which is how you landed yourself in the mess with kaminari.
so you’re going to blame uraraka. she’s definitely at fault! it’s not your wimpy self to blame!
“uraraka,” you end up mumbling into the phone, rocking back and forth while hiding your face against your knees, wishing to be swallowed whole.
“uraraka, i told kaminari that i don’t like him.” despite having promised yourself that you won’t bring the whole thing up with her, you can’t help it. she’s still your precious friend that you’re very fond of, and the same friend who wrangled out from you all of your embarrassing opinions of him.
“uraraka, he’s going to hate me now. he’s going to think i don’t think he’s cool or strong, or whatever else that might hurt his pride. he’s going to completely stop paying attention to me now!”
you may claim that you blame her, but you’re aware that she’s not at fault. she always tries hyping you up when you’re nervous and comforts you when you’re down. perhaps you’re taking advantage of her kindness, but you really don’t want to be left alone with your thoughts. and it really is her fault for being so encouraging when it comes to dealing with your feelings for bakugou katsuki.
so when your friend just wordlessly hums in response for the third time, your fingers clench in your hair and you let out a frustrated sigh. raising your pitch obnoxiously, you whine, “uraraka!”
“i love you, but if you call my name like that one more time i will tell deku.”
you freeze, not sure if she means telling him about your not-so-little crush, or merely the fact that you like singing uraraka’s name. she laughs mischievously, clearing up your confusion much too quickly, prompting you to let out frantic apologies and make her promise that she won’t let the cat out of the bag.
“really, though,” you mumble, “he didn’t even remember me. he asked me if i was messing with him using my quirk. i had to tell him i was quirkless and then deal with his anger.”
that gets her attention in an entirely different manner. she sounds positively incensed when she asks you why it matters if you’re quirkless, and you give her reasons that sound weak to your own ears.
“and how are you messing with him?”
that leads to you telling her about one of your earlier interactions with bakugou, back when you’d first started being friends with midoriya’s class. you mention how you were about ready to pass out when bakugou’s question registered in your mind and you had to tell him you were quirkless, before you’re back to bemoaning the conversation with kaminari.
and something clicks.
not in your brain.
but in uraraka’s.
…
it’s not just you avoiding bakugou.
bakugou avoids you like the plague.
the sensible part of you is relieved, but another, bigger and dumber, part of you is hurt. of course he’d avoid you if his friend asked you if you liked him, and you said you didn’t.
but ouch, you really didn’t expect it to hurt this much.
not that something like this should even matter to him, right? maybe it’s you who’s suddenly noticing that he avoids you, because now you have a reason to fixate on rather than trying to lie to yourself that bakugou is not entirely indifferent to you. he really has no reason to pay attention to you.
it all makes sense, but it doesn’t stop you from feeling saddened every time bakugou blatantly ignores you. nor does it stop you from going out of your mind wondering why kaminari, too, seems to avoid you at all costs. it’s not like you said you didn’t like him!
yes, it makes sense perfectly. but not to you.
it makes absolutely no sense to you.
…
midoriya’s advancing steadily in his hero career with uraraka’s help, because the latter convinces you to come meet up with the two of them on a rare day out, and the former conveniently drags bakugou out too.
really, such heroics, all for a friend’s pathetic love life? how heartwarming.
you’re still in shock at how easy it was, and god, you don’t want to think about the implications, with the way bakugou’s eyes flit from one to the other when he’s not looking at you.
you also don’t want to admit that you’re stealing glances out of the corner of your eye at the blond when you don’t feel his eyes boring into you.
talk about awkward.
you’ve always been enamoured by how smart bakugou actually is, but it works against you when he corners you after uraraka and midoriya mysteriously vanish under the guise of training.
(that too at an arcade, because gaming supposedly helps achieve better reflex. why is a quirkless person with no interest in being a hero even invited to this outing? one will never know. the only games being played here are with your frayed self-control.)
“oi, if you’re gonna avoid me, don’t be so obvious about it.”
“a—? avoid you?” you practically squeak, and his annoyance seems to increase. there’s something else that you can’t really put a finger to. you’d say he almost looks agitated? but there’s nothing to agitate himself over…
…unless he still thinks you’ve got a raging crush on him.
“nope!” you hastily respond before realising he’s not even said anything to you, but hey, it’s as good an answer to his complaint about you avoiding him.
why’s he complaining, anyway? shouldn’t he be glad no one’s getting in his way?
you ask as much, and he all but growls, words escaping him as you take a step back. bakugou is more susceptible to dramatics than one would think. you used to find it funny, but when such behaviour is aimed at you, you’re not sure how to respond.
“you think you can actually get in my way?” he bursts out, and you make a show of thinking about it, when internally every single one of your brain cells is rioting, self-composure in shambles as you’re rudely made aware of how little distance is between the two of you.
that’s fine, you’re strong, you’re not going to be weak in the face of bakugou katsuki’s incredibly attractive glower.
no, you’re not whipped, thank you very much, to the uraraka-shaped devil materialising in your mind.
ah, back to the matter at hand. it’s not possible for quirkless little you to get in his way, is it?
anyway—
“aren’t you the one avoiding me?” you’re going to try and turn this situation around on him even if it means confronting things you don’t want to.
he scoffs in disbelief, but by that time you’ve worked up the courage to look at him, and you see the look in his eyes. you’ve spent enough time around him to know what that means, even if you barely ever look at him. he looks like he’s been caught, and isn’t that the funniest little thing?
he notices the twitch of your mouth, his own eyes narrowing as it’s your turn to be caught now.
“kaminari,” bakugou says in lieu of a response, and your heart jumps in your throat. you don’t mind dropping a subject if he doesn’t plan on grilling you on it too—changing the subject would be great, but he just picked one even worse than the last!
“he’s stupid, don’t pay attention to him.”
“uh huh, he sure is,” you laugh nervously. if you’d had your bearings about you, you’d never have said that. as it is, your mind is still shaken up and hoping that he doesn’t catch on to the fact that you are the stupid one.
you’re also very busy battling a smug uraraka and shouting at incompetent old you for swooning in the face of your biggest problem. and for, you know, missing that golden chance to confess without anxiety.
“look at me.”
nuh uh, nope, not possible. you’re not going to survive looking into his pretty eyes.
he lets out another frustrated sound, and you wait for him to blow up again—maybe even cause explosions. you wonder why he’s not been doing that lately.
he gets tired of your stalling, and surprises you by getting in your line of sight, locking eyes with you.
ah, impatience is such a gorgeous look on him.
…and you’re insufferable.
“i am not avoiding you. why would i, idiot? there’s nothing i need to avoid you for.”
you nod, not quite believing him, but you really want to just move on from this. a part of you wonders if you should come clean. but bakugou really doesn’t seem like he wants to hear anything about that. it’s in the way his eyes flit away momentarily and his expression sours, and in the way he seems to be pushing himself to hold onto some shreds of self-control.
all you can do is nod, really.
“where’s deku?”
you’re barely able to carry on the conversation, making some excuse or the other as to your missing friend(s), doing your best to act like you don’t have a clue either. if he finds your behaviour suspicious, bakugou doesn’t comment on it.
he does comment on something else. again.
“you don’t have to keep avoiding me just because of pikachu either.”
really? there’s nothing better for him to talk about? you thought you were past this! and calling kaminari ‘pikachu’ is not that smart!
“pikachu was cute…” you mumble. and you need to be louder, because you don’t want bakugou leaning in any closer to hear you.
the proximity is doing things to you.
things like making you forget that he probably hates your guts and doesn’t want to spend time with you, nor talk to you, at all. things like how he’s probably upset at being stuck babysitting you while midoriya and uraraka are off who knows where. things like making you discuss the cute factor of a magic ball–inhabiting yellow electric creature when bakugou clearly means the boy who almost outed your silly crush.
the boy who was giving you the best opportunity to confess!!!
if there’s one person who will never let you forget that, it’s your own self.
bakugou makes a sound that almost sounds like laughter, but there’s no way, right?
he shuffles back slightly, making it that much easier to breathe before he drops another bomb.
“school festival.”
you blink.
“it’ll be next month. make sure you’re free.”
oh. the stupid part of you is internally rejoicing, but since there is no way that he’d actually ask you to come—
“a-are you asking me to visit…?”
no no no, you didn’t mean to ask—
bakugou gives you a flat stare, and you gulp. so you were right for once.
you mull over it for a moment, the concrete under your feet extremely interesting before meeting his eyes again, “am i allowed to?”
“you practically live with us with how often i see you in the dorms. you think they’ll stop you now?” he snorts, rolling his eyes, but there’s not as much bite to his words as one would expect.
he has a point.
but you can’t really see reason when every single cell of your body is screaming ‘IT’S A DATE’ over and over again.
you groan, before swallowing back the sound. uh oh, bakugou’s going to think you don’t want to—
“come when you can.”
hands in his pockets, he walks off as if he wasn’t just making you go through all stages of panic.
…
uraraka tells you why she vanished. she was simply being a ‘good friend’ and trying to get you and bakugou to reconcile. you politely tell her it wasn’t required, especially because there wasn’t much that happened.
except the fact that he asked you to turn up to the festival, so that’s nice, at least.
uraraka doesn’t react as expected, again, and she utters the cursed words that you never wanted to hear out loud. “aw, a date!”
“uraraka, no!”
but it’s too late. it’s been said and now you can’t think of anything else. you know it’s not a date, any sane person would know that, but you can’t stop thinking of that one stupid word and bakugou and the school festival and spending time with bakugou at the festival—
“uraraka… the festival— i’ll need to see him. i’ll see him having the time of his life while he’s in his element, i’ll see that infuriating face— i’ll have to spend time with him—”
“y/n,” uraraka gives you a look that’s the perfect amount of wary and pitying to make you embarrassed, but there are bigger things to worry about than your friend’s opinion of you.
“this is bakugou we’re talking about. he’s not that open about having fun unless it has something to do with murder.” the fact that he won’t be keen on spending time with you goes unsaid, but you know what she’s hinting at. “also, i don’t think you find his face as infuriating as you say.”
“still. bakugou katsuki. he… told me to— agh—”
and you’re back to square one, where the very mention of bakugou katsuki has you confused out of your mind because you don’t know how to act around him.
perfect.
…
time passes quicker when you’re hoping for the opposite, you find out when the days go by faster than you can blink. there’s just a week left before you have to see bakugou again, and it makes you nervous every time you think about it. which is a lot of times.
you’ve not seen the class in a while, since everyone told you they have a ‘surprise.’ you know they’re aiming to outdo their previous performance at the festival, you’re rooting for them. but without one of your main sources of entertainment, things haven’t been eventful.
except the conversation you have with kaminari over text, because of course he somehow procured your contact information and of course he felt like he had to make amends.
maybe you were expecting it because you were already on edge from when bakugou confronted you, but kaminari doesn’t beat around the bush and gets straight to the matter, which is quite unlike the last time you both talked. that time.
“haven’t got the chance to check in w/ u in a while, we’ve been crazy busy! i hope u’ve been well >:D” shifts to “we’re good, right?” sooner than you’d like, and you’re left staring at your screen in shock as you try to think of an innocuous response that doesn’t give away your true emotions.
kaminari is too quick, and he doesn’t even give you a chance to think of a lie before the next ping distracts you, leaving you staring at the latest message in horror; “blame bakugou! he’s the one who told us you like him! i’m really sorry! :(”
it’s nice of him to apologise, but you really have other things to think about.
like how it’s bakugou katsuki himself who apparently thought you had a crush on him.
he knew.
he knows.
he knows he knows he knows—
no, no, he doesn’t know. he can’t. maybe he was just suspicious.
and on the off chance that he does know, then of course. he’s smart. you’re stupidly obvious. of course he’d figure out.
but he doesn’t seem to hate you. he was the one who approached you every time! when he asked you to turn your quirk off, when he supposedly instructed kaminari to ask you if you liked him, and when he told you to visit for the festival.
you like to think that he’s just too busy training to even realise that you like him. you hope that’s the case. you can always come clean and admit that yes, you really do like him. but there’s also your lame excuse of a pride that remembers the unreadable expression on his face when he’d heard you then, before promptly leaving, the door shut slamming shut behind him.
perhaps it’s not your pride, but guilt. you don’t want to be annoying and get in his way. there are too many things going on in his life already, why would you want to add on to all of that with your silly lies? the same logic applies to a confession too, argues the part of you that lives and breathes denial.
looking at it from another perspective, bakugou likes the attention and admiration. maybe it would’ve been for the best if you’d just admitted—
it’s too late now, so the most you can do is type out a hasty response to kaminari before he suspects your silence.
“it’s totally ok. we’re good :DD will see you guys soon!”
it’s purely to hold yourself accountable and not weasel your way out of the inevitable trip, but kaminari’s enthusiastic response manages to bring a smile to your face.
…
the evening before the grand day, you call uraraka up before the jitters can defeat you. she doesn’t react much other than humming and speaking a few encouraging statements while you lament over your luck and try to subtly ask her how bakugou has been doing.
“i’m sure he’s… excited.” you can practically feel the smile gracing her lips, and you know she’s having fun at your expense. when does she not?
you know she’s also having fun when she calls you a whiny complainer and says bakugou would probably blow up if he knew even a bit of it, and you – predictably – complain more, blaming her for meddling and bringing you to this point.
bakugou doesn’t need to know about your penchant for whining when things don’t go your way. you think he’s only ever seen you smiling and speaking politely with everyone, if he’s even been looking. that’s good, you don’t want him to find you bothersome. you’ve been doing your best to appear sophisticated around him.
…
no amount of complaining and whining could prepare you for when bakugou turns around and grabs at your wrist.
bakugou’s too close again—things are suddenly eventful.
“too damn slow, are you trying to get lost?” he grumbles as he pulls you through the throng of people, and you smile weakly, internally telling yourself to get your act together and not let on how frazzled you feel at that moment.
you don’t know whether it’s your own skin heating up under his touch, or if his quirk is responsible. for a moment, it reminds you of when he asked you if you’re using your quirk on him. it’s sudden enough that it makes you snort under your breath before you catch yourself. he gives you a quizzical look out of the corner of his eye, and you shrug, smiling lightly. that sates his curiosity, and he looks ahead again as he moves towards a predetermined destination.
it’s a lot easier to deal with his hand against yours after that. eventually, he lets go, and you find yourself missing the warmth for a moment.
the warmth completely leaves you when you find yourself in front of—
“a haunted house.”
“congrats. we’re going in. let’s see how shitty it is.”
you get the sinking suspicion that he plans to rip everyone’s confidence to shreds, and you don’t want to be around for that, but he doesn’t give you a chance to protest. you’re not supposed to be overstaying your welcome or overstepping your boundaries either, so you resign yourself to following him around quietly and perhaps apologising to his victims if he goes too far.
you’re his only victim.
you only make your way through a few scares before you get the scare.
bakugou katsuki promptly turns to you, glaring. you, being the genius that you are, take a step away from him. this continues till you’re best friends with the wall, and you try not to panic at the feeling of something slimy now clinging to your shoulder.
how can you, anyway? you’ve got bakugou staring at you with a contemplative look, almost as if he’s looking into your very soul.
“you talked to the idiot.”
“there are many idiots,” you mumble, knowing full well which idiot he’s referring to. you hope kaminari hasn’t tricked you yet again. did bakugou put him up to that conversation— there are too many things you don’t feel you have in yourself to think about.
something changes, then, and he lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. he seems agitated, almost awkward, and you wonder why.
“you piss me off.”
huh? is he talking about how much you get in his way and bother him and make things hard for him and—
“kirishima told me.”
…did another person figure out about your crush? kirishima’s always seemed really sweet, and you don’t think he’s the kind that would deliberately spill any secrets. it wouldn’t be manly, right?
“he told me i should apologise.”
“huh?” you really can’t hold it in. why is he the one apologising? shouldn’t you…? and why is he apologising by telling you that you piss him off?
“he said i shouldn’t have put you on the spot and then avoided you. dunno why he thinks he has any say in the matter but you know what i realised? maybe you think like that too. maybe you’re,” he spreads apart his fingers before making a fist and scowling at it, “hurt. and you really did avoid me after that.”
you don’t say anything, still stuck on how constipated he’d looked just moments ago. you’re not supposed to be amused right now.
“oi, say something. aren’t you gonna deny it?”
still nothing.
“say something before i leave this place without you.” your incredulity shows on your face, and he huffs, “what do you want?”
“i… i don’t need an apology… everything’s okay…” it’s not, but you don’t want him to look further into this. there’s no point. “i’m not hurt, bakugou. there’s no reason for you to apologise.”
“then why’re you still acting so jumpy? i told you, just forget about what the electric idiot said and go on merrily through life. i told him not to bring it up with you again.”
“he said you told them i like you.”
he mutters something under his breath, no doubt cursing his friend out after you throw him under the bus. but he doesn’t let it affect him, straightening up again as he looks at you.
“miscalculation,” he shrugs, “i told them to drop it after you said you didn’t.”
“you believe me?” you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, but it slips out before you can stop yourself.
“no shit. you telling me you lied?”
you gulp. all of a sudden, the slimy wall is so interesting!
“stop avoiding my eyes, dammit!” bakugou comments, frustrated, and you inhale sharply.
“stop making me so nervous, then!”
uh oh. you shouldn’t have said that. it’s the game changer.
“i make you nervous?”
you don’t answer, hoping he drops it. he doesn’t, and he repeats the question. still, you can’t crumble just because he looks impatient, and you shrug non-committally. something tells you that the situation is steadily turning against you.
”hey, tell me. i make you nervous?” his grin is absolutely roguish as he waits for you to answer.
you still don’t speak, telling yourself that you won’t rise to the bait, you won’t respond to him because you’ve said way more than you needed to—
“weakling,” he sing-songs, and your jaw clenches.
“being nervous around someone isn’t necessarily a sign of weakness, bakugou. sometimes it’s also a sign of being wise.” there goes your plan.
“hah, are you saying that you’re wise for being nervous and avoiding me? what am i gonna do, eat you?”
“i don’t know, maybe executive some explosive murderous strategies?”
“i wouldn’t do that,” he spits out, running a hand through his hair. why is every pore of him screaming agitation? “it’s no fun defeating you when we’re not even competing.”
“oh really? then what’s your idea of fun?”
“when you tell me i make you nervous even though i’m not doing anything.”
“aren’t you supposed to be apologising to me?”
he snorts, “never. i only told you what some idiot thinks. but i can understand why you avoid me, i make you nervous after all.”
his self-satisfied laughter infuriates you, yet makes your own lips twitch.
he lets out a put-upon sigh, and scuffles the floor with his shoe.
“me too, dumbass.”
“huh?”
“you make me nervous too, idiot.”
“huh?”
face mere centimetres away from yours, he lowers his voice to a whisper, “i’ll only say this once, so keep your ears open if you want to know. i miscalculated. i thought you had a thing for me because you didn’t meet my damn eyes always gave pretty answers whenever you talked to me. but you didn’t. i was…” he gulps before clearing his throat, sounding far too aggressive in that moment before he practically grits out: “projecting. i was projecting because i’m apparently into you.”
you stare at him speechlessly. try as you might, you can’t think of a response. you don’t even know what he means by the last bit. surely he couldn’t mean…? why you, of all people? but you’re worried he might leave, his threat from earlier still rings clear. so you resign yourself into taking his words at face value and admitting the truth.
no, it’s not resignation. it’s the resolve you’ve been lacking for a while now, finally coming together after hearing that from bakugou. even if this is a cruel prank, you’ll survive. you just need to get it out before it consumes you and ends up being a what-if, years down the line.
“you may have projected, but it wasn’t a miscalculation. it’s… not entirely… unreciprocated. the feeling is mutual, you could say.”
it’s out now, and you’re alright. the ground doesn’t swallow you up, bakugou katsuki doesn’t blast you headfirst into slimy walls. nothing happens. the moment remains suspended in time, or perhaps time is suspended in that moment.
bakugou’s eyes narrow as he mulls over your words. he glares at you again. it’s muted.
“if it’s reciprocated, shouldn’t you be doing your best to cling to me every chance you get?”
him being reasonable and quiet puts you at ease. the words come out more easily.
“shouldn’t you have done the same?” he scoffs at your question, but doesn’t offer a response, so you continue, ”bakugou, you know why you avoided me, and i know why i avoided you. i didn’t want to get in your way. and i didn’t want anyone else to catch onto it.”
“was deku in on it?”
you know how he’ll respond if he knows midoriya had an inkling before him, so you hastily dispel the suspicion from his mind.
“you said you don’t know me well.”
“bakugou, you didn’t even remember me when we first met,” you reason with him, and he scowls. “it applies to both of us; we really don’t know each other enough.”
taking a deep breath, you continue, “as for the rest of it, i panicked. i admit i didn’t deal with the conversation as well as i should’ve, and some of the things that i said weren’t the nicest. i know it was hurtful even to kaminari, but i couldn’t help it.”
bakugou scoffs, “if anyone’s hurting, it’s only him. not that he has any reason to be.”
you wince as you’re reminded of the texts the boy sent you. now that you’re thinking clearly, you feel slightly bad for having been cold to him, and lied. but there are bigger matters at hand.
“you actually remember that conversation?”
“no shit, why else would i ask?”
“but… why? why do you remember it? that makes me feel a little guil–ty…” you trail off as sparks fly off his fingers, the explosion possibly unintentional. it allows you to see his face clearly in the dark, and the red tint to his ears surprises you. he’s glaring at the wall, not meeting your eyes, and your heart promptly melts.
“aw, bakugou, i didn’t know you cared—”
“shut the hell up!”
you wait for him to calm down as he sets off more explosions, but the smile on your face refuses to leave. he doesn’t seem to mind it either even as he glares at you, because there’s no harshness in his eyes.
“this doesn’t mean we’re dating,” he eventually declares, and you raise an eyebrow. “i won’t spend my time on things like that. we like each other, big deal.”
“i just said whatever you feel is not entirely unreciprocated. who says i like you?” you ask in a rare show of humour as you roll your eyes teasingly. sobering up, you nod slightly, “you could’ve worded it better, but i understand what you mean.” you hold up a hand to stop him from interrupting you. “don’t worry, i have no intention of getting in the way of something you’ve wanted practically your entire life, bakugou. it’d be stupid of me. and i know neither of us are ready for that level of commitment yet. it’s enough if we— you know…” you look at him pointedly, not wanting to utter the words. but it’s bakugou katsuki, and he’s run out of patience from after all the teasing you’ve subjected him to.
“it’s enough if we what—? tell me, i don’t know.” he leans in again, the petty side of him thriving. you’re starting to get used to his proximity; it’s what you tell yourself but you barely stop yourself from averting your eyes.
“i’m just saying it’s enough if we like each other. we can get to know each other slowly and that’s it. we don’t need to jump into something that has a low success rate in the first place.” he gives you an incredulous stare, and you elaborate, whistling, “high school flings are mostly just flings, bakugou.” it’s not the truth, but it’s not entirely a lie.
he makes a face at you. eventually, he exhales.
“so? you like me? can i ‘pass it off’ as that?”
“will you ever let that go?” you groan, and he only responds with a cocky tilt to his lips. “yes, i like you. i wonder why i do,” you huff. “why’d you bring me to a haunted house of all places?”
“so you could get scared and beg me to save you.”
(you make a note to yourself to tell uraraka later that it wasn’t a date. but truthfully, you’re not disappointed about that.)
you stare at him, unamused. “you scare me much more than any haunted house could.”
“then stop getting scared!”
from the way his face is angled away from yours, you’d almost think he’s pouting. your eyes move between his face and the steam—
you wait for his hand to stop steaming before reaching forward and taking hold of it.
you give him a wry smile.
he returns the gesture with the same wild eyes and disarming grin that first drew you to him.
…
word got out that someone had been threatening a visitor in the haunted house. bakugou’s friends are convinced that you both had another fallout—kaminari is too scared to even look in your direction. good for you, because he misses every time you and bakugou lock eyes.
you frequently find yourself stifling laughter.
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Bakugo x stressed Reader
Drabble thing
A/N: write an indulgent fic pffffffff couldn’t be me 😳🤚🏼
N e wayz I want all of you who read this, whether you think it’s good or not, to not overwork yourself and make sure to take care of yourself 💕
These “—“ mean that the pov changed to third person Baku, so it’s like his thoughts.
this was not read through at all. Which is stressing me out but it’s fine and I don’t really have time to go over it anyway and it kinda sucks but I hope you like it 🥲
Fun fact(that is probably known by like everyone): crying releases emotion, so when you cry while being happy, sad, angry, etc. it’s because your feeling so much of that emotion, your body has to release it. Crying also release endorphins, which help ease pain.
Warnings: cussing, insecurities about body (barely mentioned)
You were very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very stressed out
You had so much work to do and it was beginning to completely take over your thoughts 24/7
You had like 8 tests the week before, which you thought were your final exams, but nooooooo the teachers decided to give you more tests scheduled next week, and those would be your finals
Not only that but you had to read an entire book and answer 5 fucking pages worth of questions
You were a good student and the idea of losing your good grades right before the semester ended...weeeellll wasn’t working well for your mental health
And you hated asking for help on assignments, it made you feel stupid and incompetent
So it’s easy to say you were so stressed you were on the verge of an anxiety attack every few hours
You were trying so hard to sit the fuck down and work on studying and your book assignments but you just couldn’t
You would stare blankly at the book or the study guide and just feel empty
Your mind went, your body felt heavy but light at the same time, tears brimmed your eyes but you just knew you couldn’t cry, even if you wanted to
You would then crawl into bed and stare at a wall until you passed, which was a huge sign that your weren’t ok because you never ever took naps, even when you tried you just couldn’t will yourself to sleep
Your movements were lagging and you couldn’t focus on training
You were distancing yourself from everyone and becoming unresponsive
You stopped eating as much, only eating dinner when your classmates forced you to
And the stress was feeding your other insecurities. You looked at yourself in the mirror and all you could was your stomache. You heard yourself on a recording when practicing for a presnetation, all you could hear was your annoying voice.
You were no longer your usual upbeat, energetic, self
You didn’t say stupid sarcastic jokes every 5 minutes
You didn’t mess around with everyone or jump on them whenever you got a random urge for affection
You didn’t laugh at everything around.
everything about you was just so off
Everyone noticed of course, but the person it affected most was your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo.
He just felt so concerned seeing you like that and he had no idea what at all
And we was way to nervous prideful to go up and give you straight up comfort cause he just doesn’t know how.
Emotionally inept dumbass omg 🤷♀️🥰
It was Thursday and you have barely even started the book you were supposed to read for Mic sensei. Usually, you would have gotten through at least half it by now, but as you sit down and look at it, still closed, you feel like you can’t read. Your mind goes empty and tired, and painful headaches begin pounding on your temples. You stare at it a few more minutes before attempting to try again with your other overwhelming work. You pull out your study guides and try to focus on them, but you just can’t. Small tears well up in your eyes as your mind told you how much of a failure you are, but they never fall. Your body seems to be permitting the tears from falling and releasing the stress you were feeling. You stare at the study guides, then the book. Study guide, book, study guide, book, study guide book, the tears still brimming your eyes. Sighing, you stand up from your desk, retreating to your bed. Crawling under the warm covers and staring at the wall, evil thoughts flooding your mind.
You’re stupid. You’re not good enough. You’re going to fail. Are going to get out of bed fucking lazy bitch. You’re not good enough. You can’t even begin to do anything. You’re worthless. You’re stupid. You’re ugly. You’re fat. You’re not worth anyone’s time. You’re not good for anyone. You’re not good enough to be dating Katsuki. You’re not worth anything at all.
You stare and stare with blank, expressionless eyes, until you fall into a restless sleep. They were filled with nightmares, people you love dying, your younger sister crashing a car, Bakugo leaving you, the bakusquad pushing you away. And you wake up hours later feeling even worse than before. You spent all your time obsessing over yourself and sleeping, you were weak. You could never be a hero. You could never be anything important.
As you sit in your bed after waking, the thoughts coming back to torment you, Mina, Bakugo and Denki come up to your room, as they have been since Tuesday when you started shutting down due to the stress. They ask you if you are alright, to which you respond with a small, unconvincing smile, and force you to come down for dinner. You sit at the table silently, so different from your normal, energized self, moving your food around your plate thoughtlessly.
—
Bakugo takes notice and immediately starts to panic. He notices that you haven’t changed since class ended yesterday, and he finally registers how bad you’re feeling this time. He feels his hands slightly trembling at the thought of you being so stressed that you can’t function properly. All he wants to do is wrap you up in his arms and force you to eat, but he can’t, not in front of all these people, so he does what he does best. He channels his fear for you into anger.
—
“You haven’t eaten at all today, have you fuckface.” Bakugo whispers to you harshly, but his voice is filled with concern that you don’t let yourself notice.
You look over to him and see his “disappointment” in you, looking over the love and concern shining in his eyes, and your mind starts up again.
See I told you would only hurt Katsuki. You’re not good enough. Can’t even take care of yourself. How are you supposed to help him grow? How are you supposed to live up to his hero expectations?
You shake your head quickly, turning back to your plate to avoid meetings his angry, disappointed eyes.
—
“Then fucking eat dumbass.” He said, his voice getting increasingly louder, causing a few classmates to look up before returning to their former conversations.
His heart hurt so much seeing you like this, your usual upbeat, fun self was replaced an unresponsive, self-degrading version of you he never wanted to meet. He isn’t good at the comfort thing, so as long as he could get you to eat, he’ll feel better.
A tear slides down your cheek before you you quickly finish the meal Momo made for the class. You then immediately excuse yourself and rush back to your dorm. Katsuki’s eyes widen and he rushes up, going to go after you, but Mina holds him back, thinking that you need a few minutes to think before he goes in. He growls before yanking away his arm and making a slow trek to your room.
—
The tears are coming down faster and all you want is to crawl into your soft, comforting bed. Opening the door, you rush into your room and flop to your bed, curling around your favorite pillow, the tears now turning into sobs. The stress is leaving your body rapidly, but not fast enough. You are shaking and can’t breath, throat restricting you from the inside. Gasping for air, you grab at your throat begging it to let a single once of air slither in. Your body flings up, putting you into a sitting position, and you begin to rock back and forth. Shivers are shaking your body, trying to release the painful emotions inside. You hear a door open, but you don’t look over. All you can focus on is trying to breath, trying to get a breath of air in before you pass out.
“Shhhh, y/n, baby, it’s me.” Someone is whispering into your ear, their lips softly brushing against it.
You feel your body become slightly less tense at the comforting words they continue to say. But then you feel their arms wrap you and it’s happening again. They’re stopping your breathing and you begin to take in rough gasps. The person immediately let’s go at your change in attitude and instead squeezes you hand and pets your hair.
“Shhh, you’re ok. I’m here. Calm down.”
Your shaking becomes much slower.
“I’m here baby, I’m not going anywhere. Just breath, listen to me breath and do that for it.”
You lean into their touch, still gasping for air, one hand still on your neck, but you recognize the rough voice and caramel smell and can’t resist, even if you feel like you can’t breathe ever again.
“There you go, calm down. Y/n, I love you. It’s ok.”
You get in a breath, small but enough to calm you down more.
“Good job baby, in and out.”
Your breaths become more frequent and you feel Bakugo hesitantly put his arms around you. You sink into them and breath in his caramel scent, breathing becoming easier and easier again.
“I-I’m so sorry Katsu.” You cry out af the regaining your breath. You push to ur face into his chest and he pulls you into his lap. You hands move to his shirt and your squeezing the fabric.
“Why are you apologizing du-y/n?” He says annoyed, but blushing at the way your holding into him.
“I-“ a sob-induced hiccup floats passed you lips. “I’m not good enough for you. I’m weak and I can’t do anything right. I’m so sorry.” the words leave your mouth before you can think about them. You would never say something like that, hating sounding vulnerable or self-pitying, but right now you couldn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth.
—
Bakugo tenses up as the word leave your mouth. Not good enough for him, no he’s not good enough for you. The funny, smart, strong, kind-hearted y/n. His grip around you tightens in anger at how you decrease yourself.
“Shut the fuck up y/n, you’re perfect. We both know I wouldn’t have a problem telling you otherwise. I fucking love you, got that?” He growls out, his voice tight with repressed tears. He waits for your response but you say nothing. “Oi, answer me.”
You nod into his chest and and the tears slow. You stay like that, you tightly in his lap while he rubs slow circles on your back. He plays with your hair gently and never speaks, knowing that it’s not what was needed right now. He looks over and realizes that it’s already 9:14. Leans back slowly, still holding onto you, and flattens out. You squirm from his lap and instead nuzzle into his side.
“Goodnight dumbass.” He whispers into your head as he goes down to give you a kiss to the forehead.
“G’night Katsu.” You mutter back, into his arm.
“Oi, I’m gonna help you with your work tomorrow, got it.
You tense up slightly, before leaning back into him.
“Ok, Suki” you say, no fight leaving your mouth, seeing no reason to ruin a moment like this, ...and knowing that you needed someone to motivate you.
You both fall asleep cuddled up, and you finally rest without a single stress-induced nightmare.
A/N: ngl this is bad buuuut I want it because I’m stressed as fuck and need it soooo
The ending is trash
But like sorry for real because it kinda sucks a lot 🥲
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if you’re too shy • richie tozier
(richie tozier x cam girl!reader smut)
[based off the song if you’re too shy (let me know) by the 1975.]
requested: i can't find it lol BUT 🤍anon (i think) requested a fic based off of the 1975′s new song, if you’re too shy let me know !!
warnings: swearing, alcohol use, switch!richie kinda, smut, unprotected sex, a tiny bit of cumplay i guess, mentions of phone sex, oral sex (female receiving), face sitting, a bit of dirty talking, UNEDITED as always
also i wrote this in a different style than usual and idk if i like it much but u can let me know what u guys think,, if its weird i can go in and change the povs since its 3rd person richie
[losers + reader are 21+ in this.]
7.4k words lol
♡
i see her online all the time
i'm trying not to stare down there
while she talks about her tough time
"h-hey, man, who's that?" the voice from right next to richie makes him damn near leap out of his seat. it makes beverly chuckle a bit as she takes a bite of her apple, shaking her head. "it’s nobody." richie says quickly as he tilts his phone towards his chest and shoots a toothy grin to bill. his friend raises his full eyebrows, "wh-what, so n-nobody was sending you n-nudes?"
"something like that." richie mutters, stomach fluttering as the image flashes in his mind’s eye - the curves, the dark red lace, the plush skin painting a perfect scene in richie’s vivid imagination.
richie looks back down at the photo. his his thumbs hover over the profile picture; he'd found her originally on his instagram explore page, the photos teasing and immediately he had to know more. y/n.
and then a few days later, he'd subscribed to her only fans, which he never quite thought he'd do with anyone, but he couldn't help it. she was so enticing, so perfect and so alluring. it was the playfulness that pulled him in; and he swears he's never lusted after somebody like he has with her. it was kind of starting to freak him out.
"is that o-onlyfans?" bill says and richie shoves bill's nosy face off his shoulder with a panicked grunt. "fuck off, mushmouth."
bill laughs and stan and bev perk up from across the table, staring at the two, interests suddenly piqued. "did you subscribe to a girl's onlyfans, rich?" stan says with a grin, setting his pen down on his notebook.
richie just smirks and wiggles his brows a bit, enough to confirm his question. bill chuckles from next to richie.
"let me see." bev says, wiggling her manicured nails in a "gimme" motion. richie hands his phone over with red cheeks. normally he wouldn't care about his friends discovering he's paid money just to see a hot chick's bod, but this was different. for some reason, he felt connected to her. god, that thought made him want to slam his head against a brick wall. she doesn't even know him, for all he knows she could live in the middle of.... montana, or like, ohio.
bev whistles and stan nods, "if i looked like that," bev mumbles as she tosses richie's phone back towards him, "i'd do that too. mad props."
noises of agreement fill the table but richie's just looking at the small smirk that peeks from the corner of one of the photos and he can't help but wonder what her eyes are like in real life. he wishes he could meet her.
girl of your dreams, you know what i mean
there's something 'bout her stare that makes you nervous
and you say things that you don't mean
it's a cold day when bill and richie find themselves stumbling in to the coffee shop for a drink. bill's muttering about some girl in his creative writing class that gave him head when richie's eyes catch a figure so familiar yet foreign that he stops dead in his tracks. bill turns to him, face confused. "r-richie, what's wrong w-with you?"
richie shakes his head, stammering in disbelief, "that-that's her, bill. the girl, from onlyfans. y/n." he whispers, gesturing with his eyes towards the girl working the register.
bill’s jaw goes slack, green eyes raking over her form and igniting richie’s stomach with boiling rage. as if bill’s doing something that only richie is allowed to do – as if they're not both being total creeps.
“h-holy sh-shit. she’s b-beautiful.” bill mumbles. richie elbows him in the ribs, shooting him a glare that prompts an eye-roll from his auburn haired friend.
richie swallows and watches, his throat feeling like sandpaper as she laughs at something the customer in front of them said. bill nudges richie, "i-i'm gonna get a s-seat. t-talk to her."
he winks and grins as he walks away, leaving richie with his reckless self. he thinks he's sweating through his sweater as he walks up, finding himself face-to-face with her. "hi, how can i help you?" she asks, giving him a smile
holyshitholyshitholyshit.
he might've just came right then and there. okay, he's gotta say something cool, something smooth. don't be a dumbass, tozier.
"howdy, sugar. i'll have my coffee like i like my women." his mouth blurts as his brain sirens go off, PUT ON THE BRAKES, RICH – "a hot shock to the lap.”
she glares at him, cheeks light pink and eyebrows pulled together in annoyance and yep, richie's probably going to get hard because of that look but he's also probably going to toss his body off a bridge because what the fuck, tozier?
he can hear bill laughing quietly from a ways away and he quickly shakes his head, muttering quietly, "jail. jail, richard."
"funny." she deadpans, clearly not amused. because of course she isn't.
"sorry, i'll have a black coffee, y/n." he mutters, eyes widening to himself when he realizes she was not wearing a goddamn name tag and he just said her name.
this is a disaster. she gives him a bewildered, slightly creeped out look and if richie wasn't panicking, he'd gape at how she still managed to be effortlessly gorgeous even now.
he sighs, shaking his head, the door of the cafe opening and blowing a gust of frigid air through the warm room. fitting - douche chill.
"look, toots, i don't want this to be weird. i- um, i recognize you." he says, cheeks aflame. she raises a brow, face straight for a few moments, unsure what he means.
it's not long after when recognition flashes over her own face - must have ruled out coffee shop, university and her local gym - and she nods with a tight, almost uncomfortable smile.
he tries not to think of the livestream he watched last night where she showed all her new gifts and modeled lingerie, and how he’d spent his time to himself with his left hand immediately after watching. his cheeks are red with shame.
"okay." is all she says, writing down a scribbled order on the coffee cup. her eyes shoot back up and give richie a once-over that really makes his fingers itch - god, why did he have to be this way?
he almost runs his fingers through his curls but decides against it, eyes opting to focus on her own gorgeous eyes as they meet him. "i'm impressed i have a fan who looks like you, i must say. even if you are a complete jack ass." she purrs and his jaw nearly smacks the floor at its velocity as it flies open.
"what's that supposed to mean?" he asks then with a small grin, flattered at the tiniest of compliments that just barely, in his mind, eclipsed the insult that he so very much deserved.
"i'm saying you're kind of a dick. it's too bad, because you're real cute." she says casually, handing him his change. his stomach flips and butterflies release in his chest, a feeling that he's not felt in almost five years.
but damn, of course he messed up - he got the chance to talk to the hottest girl on earth and he started it by saying an awful joke that wasn't funny at all. of course she though he was a dick, he is one.
he's shocked, though, as he waits for his coffee with bill, who is still snickering into his hand every few moments, to find his coffee cup with extra sharpie scribbled on the white paper. a name.
y/n. and below it is a phone number with a small heart scribbled, and richie can't tell if it's a seven or a one but he figures he'd try every phone number in the damn state if it meant he could fucking text her. holy fuck.
"maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes
i'm not playing with you, baby
i think that you should give it a go"
she said, "maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes
i wanna see, and stop thinking
if you're too shy, then let me
too shy, then let me know"
he didn't text her for two days and three hours. yes, he counted it. no, he won't think about why he was obsessing over the numbers - but since the time he'd finally had found the courage to text her today, things have escalated proficiently.
she'd just mentioned how hot it was in her apartment since her heater had gone haywire - even though the winter winds were cold, she'd claimed she was burning up in what she was wearing.
and the mere mention of her clothing had sent richie into somewhat of a spiral, spending at least seven minutes glued to his phone and scrolling through the saved album he had of those photos of her that she'd posted; his sweatpants getting increasingly tight and his palm suddenly aching to slip through the fabric and find some release.
but, in true trashmouth fashion, he apparently needed that sweet, sweet rejection from a hot cam girl he'd somehow weaseled into getting the number of in order to wank off properly, so he types out a text and hits send immediately.
what are you wearing?
and then he almost vomits in embarrassment – what was she going to think? did he just royally fuck up? oh god, he’s going to have to shave his head and move to canada.
his phone buzzes and he nearly passes out when he lays his eyes upon the image attached – there her body is again, curvy and full and beautiful, her skin glowing in the fading light of what he assumes is her bedroom. and with it:
this. what are you wearing, rich?
and then he pulls his gaze from his phone and stands, breathing heavily because holy shit.
he's gotten nudes before, but.... none from someone like her. holy shit.
he walks to his bathroom, splashing water on his beet-red cheeks. he swallows, staring at himself in the mirror. fuck.
he slaps his cheek once, then winking at himself in attempt to muster any sliver of confidence. and then he snaps a picture, only in his boxers.
and then he has to physically refrain from making a joke about wearing the same lingerie set as her, instead sending a flirty text that he knows any other woman would blush at. he just doesn’t know with y/n, and maybe that’s why he loves it so much. she's keeping him on his toes.
you like what you see?
he sends that one afterwards, shaking his head because oh my god, she's going to respond with "no" and then bill him $40 for the nude she sent him. not that he wouldn't pay, but...
his phone dings and he nearly breaks an ankle running to his desk.
yeah, i do. but maybe i'd like you better without any clothes on.
he almost yells out loud at this, but he has a feeling that waking up stan in the middle of the night would not be optimal after their 'roommate agreement' they'd made that explicitly states richie cannot scream between 1am - 9am. so instead he smirks to himself, face turning red.
he's getting harder by the moment, and as he stares at that picture she'd sent earlier, he lets out a breathy groan. the lace....
we could face time yk
or we don't have to.
he reads her words in live time, watching the thought bubble appear again and watching it like a hawk. he can just imagine her sitting there with a small smirk as another text comes in and he almost groans as his dick twitches.
like, if you're too shy or something ;)
he stares at the screen for two seconds at that sinful photo she'd sent just before those texts and then sighs, shaking his head and pressing the green face-time call button.
i've been wearing nothing every time i call you
and i'm starting to feel weird about it
sometimes it's better if you think about it
this time, i think i'm gonna drink through it
three days later, richie was undeniably and unequivocally drunk. but, as he's just explained about three times to mike, he knows that it is just easier to not think right, especially about her, right now - and the best way to do that is by getting so piss drunk that even if he tried to "hit her line," as he so eloquently put it, his dick would be too whiskey'd out to make a full appearance.
it's for the best. mike had fake gagged at richie’s cadence with a laugh, but richie was dead serious because he was starting to think he had a real issue.
it was obviously just a fun thing to do between two near-strangers, but he'd found that he was starting to almost pavlov-style condition himself into getting turned on every time the name y/n came across his recent texts or face times, and it was getting to be too much.
especially when her post notification popped up and he cracked a fatty in the middle of his econ lecture. christ, the point of elasticity of markers in the u.s. was not something he pictured when he usually had to quell a pitch in his tent. so yeah, it's too much.
because yes, he loves her fucking body and wants nothing more than her, but in truth he longs for the feeling of her skin against his; to touch her, to kiss her, to make her his. all the time.
but yet, it was just a good way to get off without all the strings and ribbons and yarn and whatever the fuck her soft-looking knit bra is made from attached.
so much for not thinking about her.
but i see her online
(and don't think that i should be calling)
all the time
(i just wanted a happy ending)
and i'm pretending i don't care about her stare
while she's giving me a tough time
it’s noon the next day and he's laying in (for some reason) stan's bed instead of his own with a blinding, mind-splitting headache and an insatiable craving for a cheeseburger, eyes squinting in lust and something akin to shame as he watches the livestream y/n had just started. she’s in a slip – a very thin, silk and see through slip and it makes him more frustrated than he’s willing to admit.
as he stares at her smooth skin and wonders how it'd be to touch it all, her eyes catch something in the chat and she smiles coyly. "hi, rich." she purrs and richie almost chokes - holy shit, she saw him join.
"do you like my gift i just got?" she asks coyly, snapping the straps of her bra with a small smile and he stiffens almost instantly, thinking of how many times he'd seen her skin in videos and photos that were just for him.
how she'd moaned his name two nights ago on face time, her fingers buried inside herself slightly off-camera. and oh, how he wishes he could see all of her, but they'd not crossed that line yet - anything they'd done hadn't been yet proven visually, only from facial expressions, noises, and the brutal honestly of being together through face time.
he wants her so fucking bad, he needs her like he needs water to drink and air to breathe and it's murdering him as he watches her react to the chat of her livestream, playing with the hem of her black lace panties.
god, he needs a cold shower or something if he's going to get anything done today.
and then he's calling her an a few hours after her stream ends because he just can't wait - he feels his stomach twist with shame as he realizes he should not be doing such a certainly a terrible idea. but she answers after three rings. "richie." her siren voice purrs and he literally feels himself fall deeper into the pit.
"hi there, toots. got any coffee in the pot for me?" he asks, sounding surprisingly eloquent compared to how she normally makes him feel.
she hums in fake thought, and it makes richie grin. she's fucking adorable.
"come to the shop, i have my break in ten." and then she hangs up. he sighs, rubbing his face with his hand as he shakes his head. he's utterly fucked.
he's there in record time, a smirk plastered on his face as he walks in and sees her sitting at a table, lookin' all pretty. just for him.
"what made you think of calling?" she says in loo of a greeting. he sits across from her and wills his eyes to meet hers.
"nothin' toots." he says with a half shrug, taking a sip of the coffee placed in front of him that has the the name 'dick' written on it in her handwriting. he rolls his eyes affectionately.
"oh, so it wasn't anything to do with my livestream this morning?" she asks with a look, eyeing him. her eyes are swimmable, they hold so many stories and secrets and maybe richie's just hungover, but he's feeling very flustered.
"we-w, uh, no. what... what are you talking about?" he rolls his eyes at himself inwardly, cursing stuttering bill and his contagious speech patterns. "-i don't know what you're talking about, sugar." he recovers fairly smoothly, if he may toot his own horn. and honestly, he can pretend not to care as long as he doesn't look into that goddamn stare of hers.
he chuckles awkwardly, cheeks aflame as she stares at him with a bored look and a small hum. she still looks perfect and he's even more nervous now, because oh god, oh fuck, he's gonna get slapped in the face by y/n.
it was pretty unspoken since they'd started doing... stuff... that richie probably still watched her content online, but she'd never fully addressed it until today during the livestream in front of a thousand others.
he's choking on his spit in shame but then a smile splits her face and richie's sure he's suffocated on his own saliva and gone to a sinner's heaven. or maybe hell.
"oh, richie, i'm just teasing you. look at your face!" she says with an airy laugh, pinching his cheeks and making him want to shrivel up as he turns even redder. what the fuck? "-so cute. alright, i've got to get back to work. i'll see you around, rich." she says with a wink, taking her coffee and tossing it into the trash bin as she stalks towards the employee back room.
he gapes as he watches her leave and then gets up and makes his way to the exit, clutching the coffee like it was trying to jump out of his grasp and make a run for it. god, she's too much.
"maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes
i'm not playing with you, baby
i think that you should give it a go"
she said, "maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes
i wanna see, and stop thinking
If you're too shy, then let me
too shy, then let me know"
"-babe, you'll have to try harder than that." richie says with a chuckle, watching his phone screen as the beautiful girl on face time gives him a sly, challenging look. she's in a green lace bra, one richie's not seen yet and he can feel himself stiffen as she absently trails her fingers over her chest.
they'd been much closer over the last week since he last saw her in person, enough so that in the three-is weeks of knowing her, he's positive he's head over ass for her in a way that he shouldn't be. and yet, she still comes back every time, still texts him and answers those face time calls. he's baffled, honestly.
"i know you hate me because i'm right." he adds, not even totally remembering what point he's trying to prove as y/n shifts back a bit and more of her body is revealed, her hair glowing dimly in the soft lighting of her room. his eyes run over her curves, her full thighs and stomach and hips that fill over her panties and he almost groans.
"whatever, maybe i'd like you better if you took off your clothes." she says coyly. and richie's half flattered, as usual, but the more he thinks of it the more deflated he feels. he kind of thought they were growing something more than just getting each other off over face time like horny fifteen year olds. he grins nonetheless.
"you say that a lot, you know." richie says breathlessly as he stares at her. she tilts her head ever so slightly and grins, biting her lip as her eyes move around her screen with a conflicted look. "-why?" he adds.
she hums again.
"well. okay, so there's the visual world - like, the internet, onlyfans, instagram- it tells us that everything is amazing. and we should want everything. and it makes us yearn for everything that we don’t have and everything that’s unobtainable. you know, love, a relationship beyond physical. and even physical, it's different when it's online."
her words confuse him much more than they aid him. "you think... that because of the internet, love is unattainable?" he asks with furrowed brows, unsure how somebody so perfect and, quite frankly, lovable, would think that.
"it is for me." she says it with a small sense of forlorning but mostly it's whispered. enough that richie's heart skips a beat and he's, for the first time, not having a hard time keeping his eyes on her face instead of her body.
"what?" he asks dumbly. she just laughs, shaking her head and he stares at her on his tiny phone screen in the dark.
"that’s something that, you know. in real life, person to person, it has a lot of connotations of... trust and vulnerability and connection. doing what i do- and what we're doing… on the internet - it has the opposite of those connotations. like, before you, i didn't- i didn't really do this, i just was selling stuff. because guys don't want to fuck the girl who sells her body online. and you know now, i want to..." she trails off and richie doesn't dare interrupt her because he thinks she's about to say something he's wanted to tell her for a while now.
"i don't know, i guess. exploring someone's body in physical presence isn't seen at all as voyeuristic, or anything apart from...like, an intimate exchange." she says it casually, brushing hair from her face and shit, richie's swooning. he's in fucking love, he knows it, because y/n is so smart and intelligent and he's so fucking trashed for her. as she speaks, her hands move and distract him slightly from her body, doused in blue light from the screen and splayed out for him and only him on her phone camera.
the soft lace on her hips and chest make his body stiffen and it causes him to suppress a groan as she sighs, but richie knows he can’t screenshot this heavenly sight because she’ll definitely notice and she can probably already tell he’s having a hard time not staring at her alluring figure as she talks.
"-whereas, you know. as soon as it happens on the internet, it becomes kinky and cam-girly. and, you know, that's fine. i love doing it. it's just, i'm not sure where the authentic communication even is now. or if i get to have a happy ending." she says and he finally sees her blush for the first time.
he wishes he was there with her, he wishes that he could touch the redness on her cheeks and caress her curvy body and taste her skin on his tongue. he wants to feel himself inside her, he wants to be with her and kiss her lips and yet he can't, so he sighs and shifts in his position, moving to turn up the brightness of his phone so he can see better.
"shouldn't you get to be the one to decide that, doll?" is all he adds. because he feels kind of lost and just as confused as y/n is with this.
he's starting to feel weird about it, because... is this authentic? what makes things like hookups or whatever the hell they've been doing authentic? shouldn't this be easy? it's just phone sex, phone sex with a really hot girl.
a girl who is complex and alive and full of sincerity and richie is definitely falling harder than he should.
she just sighs but makes no other comment. and then they just stare at each other, richie's face illuminated in his dark room by the phone's reflection.
well, i found a motel
it looked like the bins
i think there'd been a murder so we couldn't get in
i need to get back
i've gotta see the girl on the screen
"come over and watch a movie with me." he says into the phone, biting his lip. the silence from the other end of the line is deafening as she makes her decision, because they both know she's not about to come over just to watch the shining or psycho.
they've never done that before, and richie knows if she does come over, then whatever they have will crash down in a fiery mess. and he hates how excited that makes him as he waits in silence for her to drop the ball. so to speak.
"okay." she says, sounding shocked herself, and richie can't contain the excited grin from eclipsing his face. "yeah?" he asks breathlessly, and she's quiet for a little longer. "yeah. text me your address."
she hangs up after that, and richie's thumbs shake as he types his address and sprints out to where stan, mike, ben, and bill are playing video games in he and stan's living room, wheezing at all of them to get out because someone fucking unbelievable is about to walk through that door.
she's there about an hour later, cheeks flushed when richie opens his door, looking just as nervous and flustered. "hi, chee." she says breathlessly, staring up at him with those goddamn eyes, the eyes that pulled him in the first time. his stomach flips in affection at her nickname and he offers her a drink as she takes in his shitty apartment. he wonders briefly if stan ended up buying that rosé that he'd given him shit for considering, and then prays that stan will stay the night elsewhere.
she's already pouring out glasses of wine when he snaps back to reality, and he grins at her, mumbling in thanks as she passes him a glass that's certainly poured almost to the brim.
"what are we watching, then?" she asks coyly, lifting a brow at him. his cheeks are red, but he tugs her arm down the hall towards his room with a grin, their wine sloshing from their glasses as they move erratically.
"we're watching psycho, y/n/n." he says as he pulls her into his room, glancing back to see she's already swallowed down almost half her glass, a lipstick stain on the side of it. faintly he knows stan will be frustrated if richie doesn't clean that off, but he's more distracted by her lips.
"i like psycho." she says with a nod and a cheeky grin, "the whole 'voyeuristic gaze' thing with hitchcock." she mumbles, and richie recalls faintly learning about that in one of his film classes freshman year and he grins as he takes a hefty gulp of his rosé, figuring he's already given himself away and if she's going to do that, he can too.
he hums, setting down his glass and grabbing hers to set it besides his on the bedside table. he turns around, intending on grabbing his laptop so they could watch the film, but she's so much closer that he'd expected and her hands fall onto his shoulders and he almost shits himself.
unpleasant, but honest. just richie's style.
"can i try something?" she asks with a grin, and richie nods, knowing that she could do anything to him and he'd gladly let it happen and most likely pay out of pocket for the damages afterwards.
and then she's pulling him from her grip on his shoulders, her lips sliding against his and making him grip her hips. his mind almost explodes at with y/n-sensory-overload because he feels her everywhere - on his lips, against his hands, on his shoulders, and pressing against his front.
her lips taste like chamomile and rosé.
she thinks his lips taste like vanilla and cigarette smoke, just as she'd always imagined. he feels so real, pressed against her lips and his body against hers, and she sighs as her tongue slips into his mouth because god, she's needed him for so long. and now she has him.
his hands move, touching every inch of her as their tongues fight for dominance. she pulls back, smirking as she gently pushes him onto his mattress, sliding onto his lap smoothly afterwards, grinding her hips against his slowly.
the moan he emits is heavenly and she could cry because she finally gets to hear it in person and not through the crackling static frequency of the phone.
so she grinds down on him again, eager to feel all of him. he's hardening against her core and she whimpers into his mouth in need as his fingers slip under her top, rubbing circles on her bare skin and making her shiver. she's noticed to this gentleness; it was rare when she did get to enjoy the comfort of another body with her own, and when she did they were hardly half as loving or caring as him.
she's desperate now, she needs to feel him inside her after all these weeks of teasing and waiting, so her hand snakes down to palm him through his sweats. he lets out a small groan into her mouth, biting her lip as he pulls back slightly. their eyes meet and his are hooded with lust, lips parted as she pumps him slowly from outside his sweats. his hips buck up lightly into her palm and she smiles gently, kissing him slowly.
"let me make you feel good, y/n." he mutters, eyes pleading as he stares up at her. her stomach flutters with butterflies and she nods, shocked that he wants to pleasure her.
he gently pulls her off his lap until she's laying on his mattress and he stares down at her, biting his lip as he takes her in. he can't fucking believe she's really here. she slowly pulls off her top, leaving her in her bra and jeans as she stares up at him with a wry, seductive smile. then she unzips her jeans and slides them off, leaving her in his favorite set of hers - black, lacy, and revealing. she looks utterly stunning and he groans, his hands falling to run over the skin, tracing the lace on her breasts. her cheeks are red as she gazes up at him.
"touch me, richie." she orders and he almost groans as he drags his lips over the valley of her breasts, sucking on the soft flesh and admiring the splashes of budding purple and pink that he's created. her heartbeat is quick under his fingertips and he moves to unclip her bra, kissing her skin as the fabric falls away.
she's slightly cold in his room, and goosebumps appear over her flesh as richie leans to catch a nipple in her mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. she lets out a quiet whine that has richie rutting into the mattress next to her, his fingers trailing down to dance at the waistline of her underwear.
and then he's pulling aside her panties, his fingers running up and down her slick folds and making her jump in lust. he can't wait, just like her, and he's rubbing her clit teasingly as she pleads, "chee, please." her eyes are eyes closed in bliss as his finger slips inside her, crooking slightly as he moves it. he presses his lips to the skin of her breast, pumping his finger and then soon adding another, crooking them both in a way that makes her let out guttural moans of pleasure. he marks her breasts with littered pink and red marks, smiling to himself at her figure.
she can't help but swoon as she watches him, his hair in his face slightly until she brushes it back, his fingers curling inside her and making her gasp, pleasure coursing through her body. his thumb softly comes up to rub her neglected clit and she grabs his shoulders to steady herself, the pleasure almost too much.
she's honestly slightly shocked - knowing richie as little as she really does outside of the literal booty calls at two in the morning and the accumulative forty five minutes they'd spent in person, she'd expected him to be... well, good. just good. because there's no way someone so funny, caring, and smart could also be that good in the sheets.
but right now, he's making her see goddamn stars.
"i've been wanting to touch you for so long, sugar." he mutters, eyes raking over her figure as her breath comes in stuttering gasps. she watches him with blown-wide eyes as his demeanor changes right before her, making her fall apart at his fingertips.
"that feel good, honey?" he asks, smirking as she whimpers, clenching around his fingers. "yes, god you feel so good." she utters, making him groan in approval from where he's sat back, watching her face contort in pleasure. she lets out another moan and richie stares at her body, watching his fingers as they fuck into her. he can't take it, then.
"will you sit on my face, doll?" he blurts, and she nearly yelps out as his fingers leave her. it's abrupt, but she's started to notice that this is how he operates - impulsivity is his second nature. and she loves it.
her face burns as she nods, the thought of richie under her making her whimper with anticipation. "yes, richie, please." she moans out again and he's grinning, laying back on the mattress with a wink. "c'mere, need to taste that pretty little pussy." he mutters and she feels herself clench around nothing, desperate for him as she swings a leg around to straddle his head.
immediately, his hands wrap around her thighs, thumbs smoothing over her stretch marks as he stares up at her, eyes glinting with desire. slowly, his finger pulls the seat of her lace panties to the side and his breath hits her bare, throbbing pussy, making her breath hitch. she cards her fingers through his hair and lowers herself slightly, gasping in shock as his tongue darts out to lick a bold stripe up from her entrance to her clit.
"chee," she moans out, tightening her grip in his hair and sending a groan through his body that reverberates and makes her shiver. his lips attach to her clit and fiery pleasure snakes through her body making her legs shake, a moan escaping her lips immediately. he sucks lightly before releasing to swirl his tongue, her moans making richie impossibly harder through his sweats.
"so good, rich." she mutters and he groans, tongue spreading her wet folds and slowly prodding at her entrance, dipping in slowly before pulling out, teasing her.
she can't help but grind down slightly, making richie grip her tightly, tongue sliding into her again and making her yelp. "you taste so good, baby." he mutters lowly before slowly reattaching himself to her heat, her eyes rolling slightly at the sensation as he fucks his tongue into her. one of his hands snakes up to her ass, gripping it tightly and then slapping it, the stinging pleasure making her buck her hips against him, emitting a hiss from her.
"rich, i-" she cuts herself off with a sharp gasp, the pleasure from richie's mouth making it increasingly harder to speak. her toes curl and her head tilts back as his tongue flicks over her clit, teeth grazing it slightly and making her buck.
she's embarrassingly close already, and judging by the way richie's smirking under her, he can tell. "please, please." she mutters, hips rocking on him as his tongue swirls, nipping softly at her clit and making her cry out. "please, make me cum, 'chee." she mutters and his tongue moves quicker, hand slapping her ass again.
and then she's clenching her thighs on either side of him and grinding down as she hits her peak, moaning quietly as she shakes in pleasure on top of him. he rides through her high, lapping at her and pulling away with a grin as she moans his name dejectedly. she's worn out from the best orgasm she's ever had and he gently nudges her so he slides in between her thighs, her back now on the mattress. he kisses her cheek and she keens quietly.
"fuck me, richie." she mutters, eyes still closed. his eyes snap to hers, surprised at the dominance in her voice after how she was two seconds ago.
he moans quietly, kissing her deeply as he ruts against her and relishes in the feeling. he's pulling off his sweats and boxers in record time and then he's pumping himself as he grips her hips, turning her so she's on her stomach, ass propped up slightly. his hand runs over the smooth skin of her ass, snapping the elastic of her panties and making her moan quietly.
then he's lining up her hips with his, pulling aside the lacy seat of her underwear to press against her entrance. he waits a moment as he leans to press a soft kiss to her spine, slowly easing into her. she moans loudly as he eases in, her face pressing against the pillows. she smiles as she smells the scent she'd just recently come to know as his, his cock stretching her and filling her up fully as he buries himself to the hilt inside her.
"so tight, sugar." he mutters and she whimpers, getting antsy as she adjusts to his size. "richie, please, need it so bad." she mutters, bucking her hips back against him in need.
"say that again." he mutters, sounding strangled, and she grins into the sheets. "please fuck me, richie. need it so bad, need to feel you ruin me." she whimpers, chest fluttering in anticipation. his hands grip her hips as he pulls out of her slowly, almost as slowly as he entered, before stopping almost all the way out. she moans loudly in pleasure as he pushes back in, snapping his hips against hers and filling her completely.
she briefly thanks god that his roommate seemed to be out for the night as she moans his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
he sets a brutal pace, his cock thick as it fills her up and makes her toes curl. he pushes her hair away from her neck and presses kisses to it as he hits a spot inside her that makes her scream his name. his fingers move to pinch her nipples, rolling them as he fucks into her.
she's completely blissed out at the feeling of him inside her, so glad that he invited her over and that they finally get to touch each other. "rich, oh my god." she emits, eyes squinted shut in complete pleasure.
"fuck, toots, takin' me so well, aren't you?" he asks, hands kneading her ass before slapping her right ass cheek harshly, making her arch her back. at the new angle they both let out a groan and richie knows he'll fucking cum too soon if they stay like this, so without warning he pulls out completely.
y/n whines, breathing heavily as his hands come to flip her around. now on her back, they make eye contact and she bites her lip, pulling him in for a searing kiss that knocks the wind out of both of them. images of richie in his room alone, snaps and late-night face times play through her mind as he grips her and slides her hips down towards him on the mattress and lines himself to her again, pulling her legs up so they're against his chest before pushing in.
he gives no time to adjust to this angle and it makes her moan loudly as he hits a spot deep inside her that pulls her closer and closer to her second orgasm.
his name leaves her cherry lips like a mantra and he can't stop staring at her as he fucks her into the mattress - the way her tits bounce with his brutal pace, the way her face is twisted in pleasure, the way she clenches and spasms around his cock.
one hand grips her breast, rubbing her nipple with his thumb and forefinger as he kisses her again, addicted to her taste as he feels himself coming closer and closer to the edge.
"chee, fuck, right there." she moans out and he groans in pleasure, the feeling of her walls clenching around him making his hips stutter. he keeps his thrusts up, though, as her fingernails rake down his back leaving small trails of burning pleasure in their wake.
her skin is covered with a sheen line of sweat as she looks up at him, hair wild and lips kiss-bruised. "god, don't stop, 'm gonna cum." she mutters and he snaps his hips harder, eager to make her cum so hard all she can think of is his name.
he moves a hand down to rub at her clit and he moans into her neck as she clenches hard around him, her hips bucking spastically. he can tell she's about to cum, and after a hard thrust, she does for the second time, spasming around him and sending waves of pleasure up his body. she's moaning his name, pulling him closer in bliss as she becomes sensitive and god damn it, she's so fucking beautiful.
"please cum, richie." she whispers against his lips, "please." and then at her will, he's spilling into her, hips stuttering as he pushes as deep into her as he can, loving how she clenches in sensitivity around him. he stays inside her for a moment as they breathe, coming down from their highs and eyes closed as they take in what just happened.
"holy shit." he says because yeah, that's like all he can say right now because he just got to fuck y/n and she's kissing his fucking collarbones right now and its making him blush and his heart flutter.
"that was...incredible." she whispers against his skin and he can feel her smile against his skin. it makes him feel all soft inside as he pulls out of her and flops next to her, kissing her forehead.
his fingers flutter over her sensitive core, smiling as he sees how wrecked she is, some cum dripping down her leg. he then soothes over the lace panties, patting her lightly and kissing her red cheek.
"rich?" she asks, making him look up at her. he hums in question, pushing some of her hair back. "can we still watch the movie?"
his heart swells and he grins, kissing her softly. "of course, doll. you're too cute." he says with a wink, making her roll her eyes. he hands her his shirt and then pulls sweats on himself, mumbling "stay here" and padding out to the kitchen to get her water and snacks, then returning minutes later to see her holding his phone in her clutch with a smirk.
"what're you doing?" he asks with a smile, but she shakes her head, making grabby hands for him and the snacks. so he laughs, cuddling up with the girl of his dreams and watching a flick, falling sleep with tangled limbs and a lipstick-stained neck.
and after she leaves the next morning with a kiss and a wink, he checks his phone and smirks to himself as he notices the lock screen she'd apparently made last night while he was making snacks.
a photo of her in his bed, wearing his shirt, a soft smirk on her face, neck littered in budding hickeys and a hand between her thighs next to her black lace panties.
god, she's going to be the absolute death of him.
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Cantatio: Chapter Six
Ship: Lan Zhan / Wei Ying (POV Lan Zhan)
Summary: Lan Zhan fumbles through an attempt to explain himself to Wen Qing. Later, Wei Ying does something shocking during detention in the library.
Cloud Recesses Academy AU, Rated T - read on AO3
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“You will not speak a word to anyone about what you saw last night,” Wen Qing said.
Lan Wangji nodded compliantly. He had to tilt his head down to make eye contact with her, but the advantage of height did not offer much assurance against her sharp tongue.
Wen Qing pursed her lips and drew in a slow breath. A question hovered in the air between them like an arrow she was about to shoot into Lan Wangji’s skull. He waited for it with a twinge of unease, ready to recoil internally.
“Why were you in my room?” she demanded.
“I do not know.”
“Well, there must have been some reason you walked in.”
“I did not walk in.”
Wen Qing cocked an eyebrow and said with biting sarcasm, “So I suppose you teleported, then?”
Lan Wangji scanned the area around them. The other disciples paced leisurely through the clearing. A few stood in pods underneath the terraced walkway that led to the central part of the Cloud Recesses. Some were telling stories with extravagant hand gestures, others were speaking quietly with dignified nods. Snippets of their dialogue such as ‘moustache’ and ‘beetle monster’ and ‘scared of Madam Yu’ reached Lan Wangji’s ears. As he had hoped, everyone was immersed in their own business.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
Lan Wangji inclined his head.
“You’re telling me you teleported into my room.”
“Mn.”
“I’m surprised, Second Young Master Lan. You don’t strike me as the type to crack jokes—especially not ill-placed ones. At least you aren’t as tactless as Wei Wuxian.”
Irritation filled Lan Wangji at the reminder of his heart plummeting in fright at the trick Wei Wuxian played. “I am truthful.”
Wen Qing shook her head in defeat. “I can’t have a reasonable conversation with anyone around here,” she said, more so to herself than to Lan Wangji.
Lan Wangji was caught off guard by the sadness hidden in her voice. He searched her face for some explanation, but soon arrived at one himself.
Even if Wen Qing’s place in the Wen Clan put her at odds with the rest of the cultivation world, she was still just a girl. Although she had a close bond with her brother, she didn’t seem to get along with Wen Chao—nor did Lan Wangji imagine she wanted to—and even her roommates regarded her with caution. If she were shrewd, as Lan Wangji perceived that she was, then she would not be quick to trust anyone here.
She was alone.
Deep within himself, Lan Wangji recognized a parallel between them. Both relied on their brothers for most of their social interaction. Both had frigid personalities that would already keep their peers at a distance, and deepening that gap were the reputations that preceded them: Wen Qing as an extension of all that was ruthless and unjust, and Lan Wangji as an aloof, stone-faced image of perfection. Lan Wangji did not believe either of these perceptions were true.
“I will converse with you.”
Wen Qing shot a bewildered look at Lan Wangji, like he was an unappealing suitor who had just proposed to her. Or perhaps she thought it was another vexatious joke. Lan Wangji was not very good at telling the difference.
She scoffed. “What is there to say?”
“I am sorry for intruding in your room. I was teleported there by a closet.”
“By a what?”
Lan Wangji blinked at her. He did not think he would get this far in the conversation.
“If you don’t explain to me, I’m going to assume you’re mocking me, and walk away.”
“In my dormitory, I heard your scream from within my closet. After I opened it, I was in your bedchambers.”
Wen Qing placed two fingers on her temple and squinted. “You expect me to believe this?”
His only answer was to watch her expectantly.
The levers cranked in her mind as she weighed how to respond. “Okay then. I’ll come to your room tonight and see for myself.”
A jolt of panic shook Lan Wangji.
Just as boys were not permitted to enter girls’ rooms at night, neither was the reverse acceptable. Lan Wangji was not about to break this rule two days in a row.
“It is prohibited.”
“Then I don’t believe you, and I don’t accept your apology.”
Lan Wangji frowned. It was understandable if Wen Qing did not believe this farcical story—he barely believed it himself—but he could already feel the gaping hole in his honor if she did not forgive his intrusion.
“The closet is locked. You cannot enter.”
“Oh, isn’t that convenient.”
Lan Wangji clicked his teeth together. He was becoming frustrated.
“I will research this topic and prove my honesty.”
“How? No one’s ever heard of a teleportation closet. And why would it connect to my room, of all places?”
As far as Lan Wangji knew, she was right. He stared at the ground in embarrassment, as if the tiny pebbles scattered through the grass had any chance of holding an answer.
He expected Wen Qing to walk away, but she stood there silently analyzing him.
“You know, if you stretch your imagination, the concept is kind of similar to a qiankun pouch,” Wen Qing said. Her tone was much gentler than before.
Again, she was right. A qiankun pouch was only slightly larger than a teacup, but it was charmed to hold an item of almost any size. It was possible that a closet portal could operate under similar principles.
Lan Wangji looked up and met Wen Qing’s measured, moonlike eyes.
“That’s where we’ll start, then,” she said. “I’ll meet you in the library after class. Oh, and by the way. I want to thank you again for fighting that beetle monster. And thanks for sticking up for my brother. He likes you.”
Without giving Lan Wangji a chance to answer, she whirled around and speeded away, her steps quick, graceful, and determined. It had only been there for a second, but Lan Wangji thought he had seen a soft smile on her face before she hid it from his view. She glided down the covered walkway to where Wen Ning waited for her.
Did that go well? Lan Wangji thought so, but he wasn’t completely sure.
“Second Young Master Lan,” said a frigid voice.
Lan Wangji turned. Song Lan stood a few paces away from him.
“Daozhang,” he said with a bow.
“The pixiu which you and Young Master Jin animated was one of the stronger samples. Good job.”
“Thank you, Daozhang.”
Despite the words of praise he had shared, Song Lan wore a frown on his chiseled yet delicate face. His grey eyes flicked around imperceptibly, studying Lan Wangji with a snowy calmness as if waiting for something.
Perhaps he sensed that Lan Wangji had a question.
“Daozhang, can a guardian spirit be animated without draining one’s energy?”
He paused in thought. “It is not unheard of, but it is neither common nor simple. It would only be successful on the most insignificant spirits.”
“How is it performed?”
Song Lan’s eyes shimmered. “It is not to be practiced.”
The itch of curiosity at the back of Lan Wangji’s throat morphed into a thirst for retribution. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to report Wei Wuxian by name.
“A disciple has.”
“Are you sure?”
Lan Wangji thinned his lips and looked down at the sunbathed grass.
He was not sure. He had an idea. But more than anything, he was just painfully curious.
“It is extremely unlikely,” Song Lan said. “I am sorry that I did not witness what transpired. I had been speaking to Young Master Jin Guangyao. Please excuse your professor’s inattentiveness.”
Lan Wangji remembered the moments during the lesson that Song Lan had stared at Jin Guangyao. Most high-ranking cultivators would have ignored a servant like Jin Guangyao. What had caught his interest?
“Leave this matter at rest for now.”
Lan Wangji bowed and departed from Song Lan’s class with many more questions than he had when he first arrived.
At least the library might help him answer some of them. Wen Qing would be there to help.
Unfortunately, they would not be the only ones in the library. Wei Wuxian would also be there for detention. And Lan Wangji had to supervise him.
Would he ever be able to escape from Wei Wuxian?
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The rest of the day’s classes passed without nearly as much commotion as Ancient Texts or Beings & Creatures. Wen Chao had surpassed Wei Wuxian as the biggest troublemaker of the afternoon, but his self-entitled yapping and arrogant criticizing—albeit annoying—was ultimately harmless. He had only risen to the rank of teacher’s pest because Wei Wuxian had relinquished the title.
Wei Wuxian must have sensed that Lan Wangji was upset with him for the pixiu prank. He seemed to bite his tongue more often, canning his prior shamelessness and disruptiveness. As a result, Jiang Cheng’s face loosened so much that he looked a year younger, a remarkable feat for someone who was still a teenager.
In Madam Yu’s Alchemy & Medicine class, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were assigned to the same table. Their seats directly faced each other. Lan Wangji did not make eye contact once.
The class followed Madam Yu’s shrill orders to concoct a remedy for insomnia from ginseng and dragon-eye lychee. When Wei Wuxian turned to Jiang Cheng to ask for a handful of jujube seeds—"Use the ones in your kit, dumbass! These are mine!”—“They were in my kit this morning! I don’t know where they went!”—Madam Yu appeared behind Wei Wuxian to slap him in the back of the head. Spidery sparks escaped from her ring Zidian and made the boy’s hair stand on end with purple static. She announced that his grade would be lowered for missing ingredients.
For the entire class, Wei Wuxian stole concerned, furtive glances at the jade-like young man across from him.
Not that any of those things mattered to Lan Wangji.
The best class had been Swordsmanship & Weaponry with Jiang Fengmian and his graduate assistant Nie Mingjue. The two instructors guided the disciples in complementary fighting styles: one swift and calculated, one forceful and explosive.
Lan Wangji was grateful that they practiced a round of actual sparring instead of being limited to solitary drills. A spirited battle with Jiang Cheng allowed Lan Wangji to release some of the anger bottled inside him. Jiang Cheng let out some demon of his own.
At the end of their match, the two nodded to each other with hesitant respect. Not the respect of acquaintances or rivals, but the respect of two troubled souls who shared similar sources of distress, and who mutually decided to pretend that they didn’t recognize this in each other.
Having channeled his frustration into a structured activity, Lan Wangji felt clean and refreshed, like the crystal-clear water of the creek that babbled along the perimeter of the Cloud Recesses.
Now it was off to the library for detention.
When Lan Wangji arrived in the circular library chamber, there was no one there. He guessed that Wei Wuxian was romping around with his friends, delaying his punishment, and would not show up for a while. Unprofessional.
Then Lan Wangji would enjoy the quiet while it lasted.
In the center of the library was a semicircular platform. Atop the platform was a low, long desk, and at its back were towering tan panels bordered with rich wood and pressed against cubby shelves of books and scrolls. The outline of the room contained smaller desks at evenly spaced intervals, each equipped with calligraphy pens, an ink well, a waxy candle, and a bronze incense burner.
More shelves lined the walls and were filled with countless tomes, some with bold titles that proclaimed their subject matter across the room, some with their colors fading from their bindings. In bright sections underneath the tall windows, the dark brown floor reflected fuzzy rectangles of blue light.
The air was heavy and a bit dusty. When Lan Wangji breathed in the thick scent, he could sense the ancient wisdom of the room’s contents that seeped into its cozy atmosphere.
Libraries never failed to put Lan Wangji at ease.
It was a pity that he would soon be disrupted.
He sifted through a row of books until he found two copies of the Gusu Lan Clan rules. Upon pulling them out, a pleasant musty smell danced across his nose. He placed one book on a desk on the far end of the room, another on the larger desk on the central platform, then sat down behind the latter. He straightened a sheet of parchment on the table, dipped a brush in the viscous black ink, and began copying the first page of the Gusu Lan Clan rules.
Take the straight path. Uphold the value of justice. Preserve your honor.
Intentionally or not, Lan Wangji had broken his code of honor by entering Wen Qing’s room and withholding information of the closet portal from his superiors. If no one would hold him accountable, he would do so himself.
It was a mere coincidence that this was the same punishment he had assigned to Wei Wuxian.
Footsteps scuffed at his right. “Erm. Hi, Lan Zhan.”
Wei Wuxian stood in the doorway of the library, his hand resting on the wall to his left. Like a gloomy figure against a miniature sky, he cast a shadow into the patch of hazy blue reflection on the dark floor.
Without looking up, Lan Wangji gestured impassively toward the desk that held the second copy of the Gusu Lan Clan rules, then returned to his writing.
Wei Wuxian walked over and kneeled behind the desk. His posture was stiff and meek.
"You know, I had only been planning to play a trick on Nie Huaisang. I hadn’t expected you to run over like that.”
The candle upon Lan Wangji’s table flickered with a soft crackle.
“You were worried about me…I should have thanked you, not scared you. I really appreciate that you came over. I seriously do.”
Lan Wangji’s lips twitched, but his brush strokes did not waver.
“I acted without thinking. I’m sorry.”
Something began to melt inside Lan Wangji like the wax of the candle.
How could he refuse a sincere apology?
“…Second Young Master Lan?”
He looked up.
“Wei Ying.”
A smile crept across Wei Wuxian’s face. The sound of his birth name immediately closed the distance between them, a tie that threaded the string of unspoken forgiveness.
Lan Wangji was shocked by how quickly it happened.
Something inside him had whispered, Do not call me Second Young Master Lan. You put us on a birth name basis. I like it and you cannot retract it.
Of course, those words came nowhere close to his lips.
Wei Wuxian leaned forward. “You have something to say, Lan Zhan?”
“Speaking is prohibited in the Cloud Recesses library. Begin copying.”
Wei Wuxian tossed his hands in the air, then let them thump down onto his thighs in exasperation. “Aiya, Lan Zhan!”
Lan Wangji raised his eyebrows.
“Fine, fine, I’ll get started.”
Several minutes passed. The silence was only interrupted by the swishing of horsehair brushes on smooth paper, the whistling of birds, and the distant calls of youthful voices.
Despite having ordered Wei Wuxian not to speak, Lan Wangji still waited for him to divulge how he had animated the pixiu in Song Lan’s class, like he promised he would share during detention. What if he really did use some forbidden technique?
But instead, Wei Wuxian said, “Lan Zhan, what are you writing?”
Lan Wangji’s only reply was to quicken the pace of his hand.
Wei Wuxian appeared at his side and peered over his shoulder. He held a single sheet of paper in front of his chest as if it were a flower he had picked. The side of the paper with writing was hidden from Lan Wangji.
“Are you…are you doing my punishment for me? Do you really love me that much?”
Lan Wangji clenched his jaw in alarm. He lifted his brush from the page to stop himself from smudging the character he was in the middle of writing.
“Lan Zhan, why are you copying the rules too?”
He turned to stare into Wei Wuxian’s dark silvery eyes, only to dart his gaze away after less than a second.
“It does not concern you. Sit down.”
“Wait, I have something to give you first!” He waved the parchment, still concealing the side with writing.
Wei Wuxian wanted him to see the single page he had copied? First of all, he should have completed five pages by now. Second of all, what was the reason for showing it off?
The sheet of porcelain-white paper floated onto Lan Wangji’s desk. It did not contain an array of messily written characters like he had expected.
It was a portrait.
Of himself.
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Outsider POV!
Here we are, again! I mean it when I say I have a lot more of these so ring me up, If you want! Enjoy!
little are the things we learn by newamsterdam
Almost half an hour has passed, and Kirishima and Bakugou still haven’t come back. Bakugou may be fine running on fumes, and could probably blast his way through the second part of the exam on pure willpower and stubbornness. But Kirishima should probably eat, and relax for at least a bit.
Kaminari is such a good friend. He hopes Kirishima appreciates him properly. He gets to his feet and wanders out into the hall, looking for a glimpse of Bakugou or Kirishima.
He sees— well. It’s more than a glimpse. And at first, Kaminari doesn’t quite believe it.
Five people who are let in on Yuuei's worst-kept secret, and one person who always knew it.
i thougth i was'dumbass'by plvtonium
“Oi, dumbass, get over here.”
Out of habit, Midoriya instantly turns his head towards the voice. He opens his mouth before his eyes even fully reach him, but he’s cut off before he can even finish. “Yes Kacch—!”
“Coming!” Oh. Oh. It’s Kirishima whose exclamation breaks off his own, who is the one who puts their hand on Bakugou’s shoulder once they catch up to him while exiting the classroom. Bakugou doesn’t make any effort to shrug it off.
Midoriya’s mind can’t help but jokingly poke at his heart. Wth, he sarcastically puts his hand over his chest, as he kind of laughs to himself. I thought… I was dumbass…
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or, kirishima and bakugou through the eyes of class 1-A: aka, the fic where it was definitely inspired by that one vine by drew gooden
Beneath the Sound of Hope by imatrisarahtops
He glanced over his shoulder just a moment, too far out of earshot now, but still able to see his classmates where they sat. He watched as Bakugou held up the bright red enmusubi, letting it dangle from his finger near Kirishima’s hair, where it poked out from beneath his beanie. In response, Kirishima laughed, clutching the matching dark blue enmusubi in his hands while Bakugou tilted his head, and Midoriya could only assume he was comparing the similar color of his charm and Kirishima’s bright red hair.
It was rare that he got to see any of his classmates look their age. It was so easy to forget that they were teenagers sometimes, what with the dangers that they faced daily. But as he looked at Bakugou and Kirishima, sitting under the tree, laughing and blushing as they talked about and looked at their omamori… he remembered, and he smiled.
They just looked so happy.
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Midoriya can't help but notice the way that the relationship between Bakugou and Kirishima changes, watching from the moment that Kirishima declares them friends until they slowly develop into something more.
domestic life was never quite my style by Slumber
Five times Bakugou cooked for Kirishima, and one time Kirishima cooked for Bakugou, as told by their classmates.
blend in the universe by freshavocadude
A curious look into Kirishima and Bakugou's relationship as it buds and blooms, from the perspective of the girls in the squad.
president of the krbk club by hiuythn
Izuku watches, in a disbelieving and horrified sort of fascination, as Kirishima and Bakugou fall in love.
(Seriously? Right in front of his salad?)
Scales Ain't The Same As Feathers by Julietwasanidiot
Mitsuki launches herself off the horse and towards him, relief slamming through her as she soaks in the warmth of the willowy body of her son in her arms. She’s got a tirade queued up that will have the gods come down from the sky begging to tone it down, but then her eyes fall on the bundle of red scaled wings, white teeth, whiny chirping, and long, long, spiked tail clawing at the crook of Katsuki’s elbow to avoid sliding off to the ground.
Katsuki sniffs proudly. “I found me a chicken.”
Or: in which a dragon is mistaken for a chicken for the longest time and Mitsuki clearly never told her child enough legends before bed.
things soft and precious by gloop
Mitsuki Bakugou watches her son fall in love with sweet little fashion clown. It turns out pretty good.
overhead by rae_tnub
Mezo learns a lot of interesting things through the walls. Most of which he probably shouldn’t.
or, Shouji’s hearing is better than most and the walls are thin.
Congrats To The Happy Couple(s)! by mariposasol
Izuku was the first one to find out that Kacchan and Kirishima were actually dating.
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fic: you can’t go home again
2900 words, somewhere on a continuum between Gen and pre-OT3, rating: Mature. Eliot-POV, set immediately after Low Low Price, but like, in the correct universe, where Low Low Price Job came before the Rundown Job instead of after.
I wrote this because it bugs the heck out of me that afaik there’s no in-canon answer to why Eliot cut his hair, so I wrote 2900 words of post-Low Low Price blathering to explain it to myself...and actually addressed that in like one sentence, lol. I am who I am.
It's an hour from the house that used to be Eliot's home back to Oklahoma City, or at least, it's an hour if you care about speed limits. On this particular occasion, Eliot makes it in a little more than half that. He spends the time he made up driving aimlessly around, looking at all the shit that's here now that wasn't here when he left. What his hometown lost, this place has found. He doesn't really know how to feel about that. Good? Bad? Vindicated? He left home behind the first time for a long list of reasons, but one at the top of the list was that he didn't see a future where he was, not for himself, not for anybody else, and what do you fucking know. He wasn't wrong.
Even so, maybe he could have called at least once in the last decade. For all the good it would have done. At least he could say he tried. But he didn't, and now there's so much water under the bridge there's an ocean where there used to be a river.
There's a parking garage entrance on his right, one of the ones downtown connected to one of the big old hotels, and he pulls into it and just sits there for a bit. Looks at the empty space on the passenger seat where the six pack of beer was sitting. Looks at the signs on the wall of the garage directing him to the hotel's entrance. Thinks about staying the night. Thinks about how he's supposed to be back in Portland in a couple of days, because he asked that nice lady from the last job on a date, a real one, because he was suffering under some kind of delusion that he could be a normal guy instead of a miserable fucking bastard whose longest relationship to date is, ha, probably the one he doesn't actually have with Parker and Hardison.
"Fuck," he says, staring at himself in the rearview mirror.
Whatever he decides to do tonight, he's pretty sure at this moment that all attempts at normalcy are a no-go, so he pulls out his phone, finds Tabitha's number, and cancels all of that bullshit with what he hopes is an appropriately apologetic note. He doesn't type You reminded me of home and that was nice but you know what, I tried and it turns out they're right, and you can't go home again, and trust me on this one, you're better off without me, because he may be miserable but he knows full well that misery doesn't actually love company, misery doesn't love anything, and he's not passing that on to a nice lady who's just trying to run her business and go about her day.
He hits send, and then he turns off his phone and leans against the headrest.
"Fuck," he says again. Now what?
He assesses the situation. Plays out his options. So, this fucking hurts, first of all. But that's fine. Eliot's no stranger to injuries. Getting them, fighting through them, healing up after. First rule of injuries: don't fucking lie to yourself about how bad it is. Well, the first rule is probably, get yourself the hell away from whoever did that shit to you, but the second one is definitely some variation on be honest about how much it sucks. And this shit may be an emotional fucking injury but that doesn't mean it doesn't fucking suck. Hell, it's his own goddamn dad, and that bridge isn't just burned, it's in little pieces floating downriver. It'll keep hurting tomorrow, regardless of what he does tonight. It'll probably hurt for a while.
How do you treat any of that? If this was just a broken bone or a concussion or some shit he'd know what to do, but he's kind of at a loss, right now. After all, the last time he went through this particular kind of injury the way he treated it was to fuck off and join the army, and none of that is an option anymore for any number of reasons.
He looks at the hotel sign again. What the fuck is he gonna do here tonight, anyway? He's close enough to Bricktown, which has really fucking taken off since he left here, so he could probably wander into some bar, pick somebody up, bring them back to a hotel room-- and then what? Fuck them and hope in the morning it doesn't sting as much?
Maybe it wouldn't be the worst way to spend an evening but it also just doesn't hit right, tonight. He's not good company right now. Doesn't want to fake being charming or happy or whatever for somebody for a night so he can feel just a little less miserable for a few hours before he leaves this place and never comes back. He came all the way out here for a real conversation that he's never really going to have, and now he has a very real ache in his chest from years and years of regret, and whatever he does after this he just wants it to be real, too, even if it's just wallowing in real misery for a while.
That does sound more like what Nate would do, though, and that isn't particularly interesting to him. He knows where that road goes and it's not anyplace he wants to be, because if it was Nate in this situation there's a good chance he'd crawl right into a bottle and never come out. And there's Sophie, who would paint on a convincing smile while she quietly bottled up all the pain and the hurt to use later for motivation, like it was some magic potion she could drink later to fuel a con, and who knows, maybe she could, but he doesn't think he can. And what would Hardison do? Eliot snorts. Like he even has to ask. Stay, definitely. Drive back down there right now and try again. And again, and again, patiently offering his heart to people whether they deserve it or not. That's Hardison all over. And Parker-- Parker would cut and run and you'd never know she'd been there.
Except no, that's not right. That's Eliot's play, or it used to be. Parker would never have come back in the first fucking place. Parker would have known better.
If he had known better, he'd still be in Portland, probably cooking the two of them dinner, because that's how he spends more evenings than he'd like to admit, lately. That, or re-planning the menu for the brewpub, because someone has to, and it looks like that someone has to be him, because if he leaves it up to Hardison the pizza will have anchovies and pineapple and the beer really will live up to Parker's promise of mouth crimes. They need him. And-- well-- okay, he needs them, too, probably. If he wants something real, they are definitely that. Sometimes they're just real weird, but even on their worst days hanging out with them is better than sitting here alone. They're his; he’s theirs. They're family. The only one he's got.
So he starts the truck and drives straight to the airport and asks the ticket agent if there's any way in hell he can get back to Portland tonight.
But there's nothing direct from here to Portland left going out today on any airline, and no matter how much he sweet talks the nice lady behind the counter, that ain't changing. She kinda reminds of his grandmother, which honestly is just not helping his emotional state, and is probably the reason why, when he opens his mouth to plead his case to this lady what comes out is, "I just really need to be with my family," instead of literally anything else.
"Bless your heart," she says, reaching across the counter to gently pat his hand, and fuck, isn't that just the worst thing she could've said. People from other places tend to assume that phrase only means one thing, but the actual truth is that it can mean anything from boy, are you a dumbass to I see your pain and I want you to know that you are not alone in this cold dark world and I don't rightly know how but trust me, it is going to be okay, and this is the latter one, for sure. And he has held up under torture, under hours and hours and days and days of physical pain, without cracking, but this sweet lady and her voice and her eyes that crinkle up like his grandma's and her bless your heart kindness are going to be the death of him, probably. He gives her a very watery smile in response, and she pats his hand again and says, "Let's find you a flight."
It takes four connections and an overnight flight to do it, but eventually, Eliot and his newfound best friend, Miss Roxanna, queen of the American check-in counter at the Will Rogers World Airport, work this shit out.
"Listen, honey," she says, as she hands him his tickets, "I don't know what you've got going on and I don't need to, but it's gonna be all right."
"Thank you, ma'am," he manages to say, and he's glad he has to run to make it through security and find his gate because he can't stand here and do this shit much longer without spilling his guts to a total stranger.
He doesn't sleep on the plane to L.A.. He does try, he just can't get there. Every time he closes his eyes he just sees his dad's stupid hardware store. So he stays awake. He even does the crossword, or most of it. He eats the plane snacks when the flight attendant comes around with the basket of slightly fancier shit that they serve in first-class. Maybe he flirts with her a little, but only out of habit. Mostly he just stares out the window and wonders what Parker and Hardison are doing right now and why he thought he needed to leave in the first place, and then he thinks about that last job and that old guy, Martin, and realizes that he was always going to try to go home again, so maybe he can at least stop beating himself up for that.
He cuts his hair in the bathroom of the American Airlines Admirals Club Lounge in terminal four of LAX at one in the goddamn morning, because he's tired and plane-sweaty and even though they have showers here his hair just won't stop sticking to his damn neck and he's got two more flights before he's back in Oregon and he's about over it. So he palms some scissors from the lady at the lounge desk when she's not looking, hits the bathroom, and hacks it all off. It ain't clean or neat and honestly he doesn't give a fuck. It suits his mood. And when he looks at his reflection and feels a little pang that it's gone, that's even better. What does it matter? It's just hair. He's not Samson; his hometown wasn't Delilah. He doesn't get his power from it or some bullshit like that.
Because airlines are bullshit, from L.A. he actually has to go all the way back to Dallas before he can get to Seattle and his last flight, but at least after all of that the flight from SeaTac to Portland is over almost before it starts, and he shuffles off the plane and out of the airport like a zombie coming back to life. Eliot never thought he could be so goddamn grateful for Portland, so different from the home he left behind and still carries around in his heart. Portland, with all its rain and tall cedars and the looming specter of Mount Hood in the distance, is nothing like the place he left, but god, he could almost fall to his knees at the sight of all of it now.
What he means to do, when he gets in his car, is go to his place and pass out for a few hours before he inevitably finds his way to the brewpub. The drive is so easy and there's so little traffic this early that he just sort of autopilots himself around, and he doesn't even register that he's not at his own place until he's putting in the alarm code on Parker and Hardison's apartment door, muscle memory piloting his fingers through the sequence when his tired brain can't be bothered with the recall. The code's keyed specifically to him, he knows, so if anyone up there is awake and cares to see it, they'll know he's here and probably go right back to sleep, because it is early the fuck o'clock and he knows it.
He's exhausted and he feels like he's been on twice as many planes as it took him to get here, but he walks in, closes the door quietly behind him, and tosses his keys on the table by the door where he always leaves them when he's here. And it's just right. This, right here, this specific place, is just where he needed to be. He sinks onto the couch in the living room, too tired to haul himself any further, to the spare room that stays spare, just in case. Just in case of Eliot. He knows that. They've never told him it's his space. They also never told him he couldn't leave his shit there. So he's got clothes in the closet and maybe a few other things besides, a little home away from home, for the nights when he's here too late or has an extra beer or just plain does not want to go home to an empty apartment when his heart is here.
He's trying to will himself to get up when he hears the door to their bedroom open, catches a few lines of whispered conversation, first Hardison, then Parker. There's noise in the kitchen-- the soft beeps of the coffee pot, the click-hiss of the gas stove, the sizzle of bacon-- and then there they both are, right beside him.
Nobody looks at him funny. Nobody even says a word. Hardison sets a steaming cup of coffee on the coffee table in front of him; Parker follows it up with a plate of toast and bacon and eggs. A few minutes later they curl up, one of them on either side of him, holding their own plates, and nobody tells him to eat or drink, they just leave him be. But that midnight meal in the American lounge was hours ago, now, and he should eat before he passes out, probably, so he reaches for his plate and digs in, grateful that someone around here who isn't him has apparently figured out that you can have something besides hot pockets or cereal for breakfast.
The silence is comforting for a while, until it isn't, with neither of them saying a damn word, and what are they waiting for, anyway? He's never here this early unless it's for a reason, even if the reason is just that there wasn't anyplace else he wanted to be.
"Don't you want to know what I'm doing here?" he asks finally, when it seems like they're just going to keep on waiting until he says something.
"Why would you need a reason to be here?" Parker asks, and Hardison just looks up from his phone and says, "Yeah man, you're home," and shrugs, like of course there's nowhere else he would be, and god, if he's home, then no, there really isn't anywhere else. It’s funny, because up until this moment, at least in his head, home has still been a tiny town two-thousand miles east of here, but that’s not right, not anymore, and now he knows it, for sure. Looks like the lady at the ticket counter was right after all. It was gonna be okay.
"Yeah," he says, with a grateful smile. "Yeah, okay. I'm home."
He's so tired he can't even clock who moves first, maybe Hardison, maybe Parker, hell, maybe it was him or even all of them together, but the end result is, there are two sets of arms wrapped around him and two sleep-warm people pressed against his ribs on both sides. And it's been a long day and a long year and a long life, to be honest, and he may be tired but he's not alone and he's home, so he just lets them hold onto him for a while, and he holds on right back. Maybe you can't go home again, but you sure as hell can make a new one. This one, at least, he is going to do his goddamn best not to burn to the ground.
#eliot spencer#leverage#fic#my fic#me posting fic on tumblr in the year of our lord 2020: more likely than you might think!
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broadcasted | jhs | fluff, slight angst
summary: after a fight with your boyfriend, you suck up your pride and try to apologize to him, if only he would stop giving you the silent treatment.
genre: fluff, slight angst
word count: 2.6k
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Your POV
It took a lot to get your boyfriend angry. Understandably so, he was the embodiment of sunshine, an angel sent from heaven above. You know when he called your name, all looks of love and kindness in his eyes gone, did you fuck up badly.
In your defense, it wasn’t your fault. You both went to a university where money meant status, so when a friend of yours had the audacity to look down upon Hoseok because of his lack of wealth in comparison to the two of you, long story short: you went batshit ruthless.
You could recall the situation vividly, the memory only two days ago and still a fresh wound causing a strain in your relationship with Hoseok.
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“Why do you keep checking your phone? Hoseok hasn’t texted you back yet?”
You nodded, a pout playing on your lips as you rested your head on your palm, “He has a big exam for his philosophy class that he was worrying about, I wonder how it went.”
“I guess he has to study hard huh? Sucks to actually have to work just so he can survive after university.” Your friend quipped backhandedly. You furrowed your eyebrows, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m just saying y/n. We have trust funds and inheritance from our families, even if we fail all our classes, we’re already set for life. Hoseok has to actually study and work hard to keep his scholarship here and somehow get a good paying job after we graduate. I don’t know why you’re dating him of all people in his friend group.”
“Why are you saying him like he’s less than us? I never thought I deserved better than Hoseok, Yoo Jeongyeon. Take it back right now.” You said offended. Jeongyeon only shrugged, “I mean, he is less than us y/n. He won’t amount to anything close to what we will end up doing in the future.”
“Hoseok may not come from our background, but at least his family isn’t full of cheaters and filthy tax evaders, you ignorant bitch.” You practically snarled at your so-called friend, “And who are you to talk to me about my relationship and who I date? You can’t even keep a boyfriend for more than a month, why huh? Cheating runs in your blood?”
At this point, the crowd of students around your table were giving the two of you looks, whispering no doubt about your argument. Family matters were a sensitive topic for everyone, especially those of you with a high-ranking lineage. Anything said can be used as an attack and can ruin reputation with a snap of a finger. Jeongyeon looked around embarrassed, unsure of what to say in response to your words. She scoffed after a few seconds, “You’re right. My family is full of cheaters, but in the end you probably will do the same once you realize that Hoseok isn’t good enough for you. Let’s be real, he’s only using you for your money-”
You couldn’t help yourself at this point, immediately reaching forward and taking a fistful of her hair, the girl yelping in surprise. You were beyond angry at this point, your blood boiling. You tugged harshly, “Take it back, you have no fucking right to-”
“y/n stop!” Your boyfriend said shocked as he and one of his friends, Namjoon, came into view, quickly separating the two of you. “Jeongyeon, are you okay?”
“Don’t fucking talk to her Hoseok, she’s a two-headed snake, that bitch-”
“I’ll fucking sue you, y/n!”
“Do it! Talk to my fucking lawyer. Can’t promise you’ll get what you want since your family’s dealing with your father’s sexual assault lawsuit, right?” You said with a mean smirk, unphased as Jeongyeon’s eyes started to water. Hoseok gripped your hand, “that’s enough, y/n.”
You were still fuming as Hoseok pulled you away from the scene, telling Namjoon that he would catch up with him later, as Hoseok led you to his car so that you two could talk without ears listening in. “Seok, why did you stop me? Jeongyeon was talking shit and badmouthing you right to my face-”
“That doesn’t give you the permission to pull her hair out, y/n.” He said staring at the dashboard, trying to collect his thoughts. You couldn’t believe his lack of anger, why wasn’t he as mad as you?
“She fucking said you didn’t deserve me and that you wouldn’t amount to anything close to us after graduation, the fucking audacity-”
“She’s right,” He said cutting you off, much to your surprise, “I don’t deserve you and I probably won’t succeed as much as you would, the fact that you’re angry about it means you’re embarrassed. How did you manage to date me for this long if you were ashamed of our different wealth classes?”
“What?” You said in disbelief, “Jung Hoseok do you even know what you’re saying right now? I’m not ashamed or embarrassed of you! Our different backgrounds don’t mean anything to me at all—what, why are you angry at me? It was Jeongyeon who fucking started it!”
“You didn’t have to roast the living shit out of her because she insulted me. I thought you would have been the bigger person and that you don’t bring family matters into arguments. I’m just disappointed that I had to see you act like that.” He said pinching the bridge of his nose. You called his name, shocked at the emotionless gaze he gave you, one you’ve never seen before. You scoffed, opening the passenger door, “I can’t believe you’re mad at me right now. I’ll see you later, I’ll ask my chauffeur to drive me home.”
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And that’s how you ended up here. It’s been two days since you’ve seen each other besides passing the grounds at university, both of you quickly averting eyes after a glance at the latter. You didn’t regret what you did or said to Jeongyeon, considering you were only defending your boyfriend and your relationship. Still, you couldn’t help but at least feel guilty towards Hoseok, and towards his disappointment in you. He wasn’t a fighter, peace and fairness was in his nature, so to see you get physical like that, you suppose he had every right to feel the way he did.
You tried calling and apologizing to him hours after the altercation, but were met with missed calls and messages left on read. Not going to lie, you were hurt, but he did nothing wrong, it was all on you to self reflect and bridge your relationship.
“Have you tried buying him dinner? What about that steakhouse we love?” Jimin asked as you sat with him and Yoongi in the eldest’s studio. You scoffed and threw your Apple pencil at the boy. “I’m not going to buy his forgiveness with money, Park. He’s not materialistic like you.”
“Maybe not, but he has rich taste like the rest of us. I know your boyfriend like the back of my hand y/n, I am his roommate after all.” Jimin said. You rolled your eyes, Jimin was how you and Hoseok met in the first place. You and the boy met as children, your parents being business partners—and by now, in-laws since your elder brother and his sister were married last year in order to merge companies and raise stock prices.
“Don’t listen to him, y/n.” Yoongi chuckled lightly hitting the back of Jimin’s head. “Hoseok’s just been thinking, he’s not actually mad at you. It’s just a bit hard for him to comprehend since he’s never been in a situation like this before.”
“I told him, Yoongi. I don’t care about his status or how wealthy his family is, I just care about...him.” You sulked, feeling frustrated with yourself. Yoongi gave you a sympathetic smile, “Don’t take this the wrong way y/n, we all know you don’t think of Hoseok any different like the rest of us. But he gets insecure and inferior, you don’t get any shit because you’re the one with a higher economic status. Hoseok gets the short end of the stick in situations like this. Now c’mon, we’re airing in three minutes.”
Yoongi was the dj for the most popular podcast on campus. Students from all majors listened in because of his impeccable music taste, blunt personality, and charming voice. You and the other boys in their friend group guest-starred often, Yoongi only letting his close friends join in on his fun every Thursday afternoon.
“So he’s mentioned me at least?” You whined at the two, the boys chuckling and conspiring amongst themselves much to your oblivion. You were starting to go crazy, missing Hoseok so much and craving to at least hear his voice.
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“Huh? Yoongi hyung’s airing already? Isn’t it a bit early?” Jungkook said turning up the volume of the speaker as he, Namjoon, Seokjin, Taehyung, and Hoseok lounged around Seokjin’s living room.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Taehyung nodded in curiousity, “Aren’t Jimin-ie and y/n guests today?”
Hoseok nodded, of course he missed you like crazy too, but it was endearing to him whenever he read your texts of apology and listening to the guys tell their encounters with you over the past two days, making cute excuses to try and get him to notice you. “Just talk to y/n already, dumbass.” Seokjin remarked from the side. “You’re not doing either of you any good by ignoring ‘em, y/n apologized already too.”
“I know, I just think y/n’s cute when they’re pouty.” Hoseok grinned fondly.
“Hm? Wait everyone shut up-”
“Jimin please, tell Seok-ie that I’m sorry and that I’m self reflecting! I feel like I’m suffocating and Hoseok’s my air, I can’t breathe without him! Why are you two laughing—oh my God the light is on, are we live right now?! Min Yoongi I’m going to fucking kill you-”
“Alright everybody welcome to your weekly dose of D2, I’m DJ Suga as you all know, and we have two special guests today, my dear friends Jimin and y/n-ow! Stop hitting me!”
“Oooh,” Jungkook snickered as the four boys started teasing Hoseok, an embarrassed blush on your boyfriend’s cheeks at your accidental live confession.
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“And that’s it for today’s podcast, my favorite fuckers. We’re closing off today with Missing You by BtoB because y/n misses Hoseok. Make up already please, I think I embarrassed y/n enough for a lifetime-”
“I will never forget you did this to me,”
“See you next time on D2 everyone! Have a good night, don’t max out your bank accounts, and remember, I’m single.” Jimin said flirtatiously as Yoongi cut off the mics and started playing the song. God you feel like you aged ten years after this thirty minute podcast, you had no doubt that Hoseok heard your confession, you were pretty sure everyone heard your confession. There wasn’t a single student you knew of that didn’t listen in to Yoongi’s podcast every week.
“I did you a favor y/n, c’mon. There’s no way Hoseok would keep ignoring you after that.” Yoongi said lightheartedly. You grimaced at him, running your hands through your hair in stress. Swiftly, Jimin grabbed your phone and bag, “You’re coming with us to Seokjin hyung’s, in-law. No backing out because I have your stuff, time to face your boyfriend.”
You tried retaliating but were urged to follow them to Yoongi’s car anyway, your desire to see your boyfriend trumping your humiliation. The ride from Yoongi’s studio to Seokjin’s hotel flew by, your mind coming up with all kinds of scenarios and preparing for the worst as you walked towards Seokjin’s hotel room.
“Ah here’s our favorite DJ,” Seokjin said excitedly as the three of you entered. “Gotta say, this week’s podcast was one of your best ones Yoongi.”
You shot the eldest a look, glancing at the rest of the bodies that were dispersed in the living room. Immediately you met eyes with your boyfriend, body freezing as you stuttered and excused yourself to the bathroom.
“Go get ‘em tiger,” Jimin snickered as he patted Hoseok on the back, the boy grinning as he walked in the direction you went off. Seokjin crossed his arms, “Just don’t fuck in my bathroom, please—actually, if you do, just let me fucking know so I can get the cleaners to disinfect that place.”
“If I hear one thud from the bathroom, I’m blasting some cursed Wii music, I hope you know that hyung!” Jungkook yelled.
You splashed your face, hoping the cold water would bring down your body temperature and rid your flushed cheeks. You flinched as a knock sounded on the door, “y/n, can I come in?”
“I-uh yeah, it’s unlocked.” You said shyly as Hoseok entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You refused to meet his gaze, eyes downcast on the marble flooring as he put his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the door. You didn’t need to look at him to know he looked incredibly attractive right now. “I’m your air, huh baby?”
You cringed, bringing your hands up to cover your face. Hoseok let out a laugh, his voice sweet and melodic to your ears, your stomach doing somersaults at his mere presence. The boy gently took your hands, revealing your face to him, “I’m sorry for ignoring you baby,”
“Why are you saying sorry?” You muttered finally gathering the courage to look him in the eyes, “I was the one that disappointed you Seok,”
“I know you did all that to defend us, y/n. I don’t blame you for lashing out at Jeongyeon,” He said softly as he cupped one of your cheeks, instantly nuzzling into his warm palm. “Thank you baby,”
You pouted and wrapped your arms around his waist as he pulled you in for a hug. You felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders as he buried his face in your hair. God how you missed his scent. “I know I said it all in my texts Seok-ie, but I hope you do know that I’m so happy to be yours. I mean it when I say that I don’t give a fuck about your status and that I’m not at all ashamed to be dating you.”
“I know, y/n.” He said pressing a kiss to your crown, “I can’t help but get insecure sometimes because you really are too good for me-”
“shut up,” You denied tilting your head up to peck his lips. “I am not, if anything it’s the other way around. I can’t believe you really didn’t text me for two days, I was going crazy over here.”
“I was too,” He retorted rubbing your sides, “I was going to text you yesterday, but you were just so cute being all pouty, I wanted to drag it out a little longer.”
“Evil,” You scoffed lightly punching his chest. He only laughed and squeezed you tighter, “I love you y/n.”
“I love you too,” You mumbled relaxing in his embrace. “We should probably go back out there or else the guys will probably think we’re fucking in Seokjin’s bathroom.”
“I mean, Seokjin hyung gave us the okay, baby.” He smirked winking at you. You scoffed, rolling your eyes, though you couldn’t help the slight churn of heat that shot through your body, “I am not having sex in Seokjin’s hotel bathroom.”
“You’re no fun,” Hoseok said, this time his turn to pout. You lightly slapped his mouth, “Why do it here when we have a perfectly empty king-sized bed at my apartment?”
He chuckled, snaking a hand down to squeeze your ass as you both exited the bathroom and rejoined the guys in the living room. The six looked at your interlocked hands and gave you claps of approval. “Can’t believe it took Yoongi hyung publicly outting y/n for you both to make up,”
“Yeah, can you breathe now, y/n?” Taehyung smirked at you as he agreed with Namjoon. You raised your fist to threaten Taehyung, cursing at him. The boys only laughed, Hoseok bringing your hands up to kiss the backside of your palm.
“You are so welcome, you fuckers.”
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a/n I got this idea after rewatching heirs and just mmmm i love hoseok goodnight.
7-11-20
#ME ALWAYS FEELING BAD BC HOBI IS MY WRRECKER AND NEVER GETS MY YN IN THE END#BUT HE DESERVES RIGHTS#SO I WROTE THIS UWU#GOD JUNG HOSEOK MMM#jung hoseok#hoseok#j hope#jhope#hobi#bts#bangtan#bangtan boys#bts au#bts scenarios#bts fluff#hoseok au#hoseok scenarios#hoseok fluff#jhope scenarios#jhope fluff#jhope au
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uu abt homebound au, what goes on with racer! hobi and jk?? i guess this is kinda a request? thanks ilysm :")
homebound: koo’s pov
a lil homebound special that’s in jungkook’s pov and u get to see what’s going on in his noggin :D
glimpse: kook’s a protective best friend, hobi is a hyung that he never knew he needed, aND he just needs y/n as his forever emotional support shoulder :D
wordcount: 3k
notes: aHHHHH first of all i love you too!!!! write that down pls
this is a spin-off because earlier, i made a drabble from a request about jimin and y/n’s tough love relationship as crew chief x crew member!!! i loved making that piece they r so dynamic :D
read homebound the fic!!!
it’s not easy being jungkook
ugh yeah he kNOWS he’s handsome and talented and charismatic but gOd this is getting out of hand now
he has to save your ass
AGAIN
well not literally your ass,.,. it’s your thumb this time
he’s met you like what?? two months ago and you’re already a handful!!! LOOK AT YOU
“g-googie pLEASE just h-help me i can’t do it mYSELF!!!”
if only two months ago, jungkook was pulled from basketball practice and shoved into the empty-looking gymnasium AND sat in the front instead of the back right next to you
if only he hasn’t opened his mouth and told that he liked your softball uniform aND coincidentially found a fellow athlete that lit rally only joined sports for the uniforms.,.,..
if only he didn’t reciprocate by saying that he joined basketball for the fluffy warmers.,.,..
HE WOULDN’T BE HERE RIGHT NOW
he wouldn’t deal with you calling him urgently and sAying it’s of a great emergency and that he had to sprint from the other side of campus grounds to where you were
you wouldn’t be right here sat on the ground, hand outstretched for him to mend as he’s only giving you a sCOWL of disbelief
ok fine
jungkook doesn’t regret you being his best friend but he dOES regret having a weak spot for you
“didn’t i specifically tell you NOT to play softball and take it easy for awhile???”
“b-but-...”
“and now someone was being a big dummy and then dISLOCATED her thumb and she’s made ME run all the way to the field because she’s tOO scared to pop back her dislocated thumb and wants ME to do it for her!!!!!”
you are Insufferable
u really are
he can’t help but feel agitated ok
he’s just so stressed and he almost got a near-flunking store at the calc test awhile ago and he studied!!! he studied for THREE hours and he was about three wrong answers away from being failed!!!!
meanwhile you sleep at that class and you bARely even studied because last night you were just calling him up to ask if you were down drinking some shots with you and then yOU pass????
also also!! his basketball coach has been extra tough on him lately and he isn’t even doing anything wrong!! he passes the ball and how come it’s HIS fault that the one he’s passed it to doesn’t make a score???
how is it hIS fault that this guy was an utter dUMBASS
on top of that, the pit crew training is taking a massive toll on his body and this particular time,, it’s jungkook’s only few breaks
and you just hAD to dislocate your thumb and be scared shitless of popping it back
hold on
are you uh.,...
are you crying
jungkook’s flustered a tON because uhHHh he’s not exactly the best person when it comes to these things
there was one time when jungkook added so much wasabi underneath your california maki to the point that you were CRYING
and sue him he didn’t know what to do
everyone in the restaurant thought the two of you were a couple and now there’s a LOT of angry stares aimed towards jungkook and that makes him sweat a little
that one buff guy who’s chopping the squid even sTopped what he was doing and that makes kook audibly gulp
jungkook was a tiny bit intimidated and so he did the next big thing
panickedly threw the packet of tissues to your face :D
lmao he’s gotten a lot better since then
“okay, okay, i’m sorry for yelling at you :((“
god he should know better
i mean you are in physical pain already and you don’t need him yelling at you now, do you??
after all jungkook did have this one big splinter on his thumb when he was doing something stupid aND although you were angry and amused, you didn’t yell at him
ok fair
he’s setting his things down and he had to coax you to give him back your hand because u retracted it when he yelled
“on the count of three, okay?? one, two....”
you’re already wincing and jungkook has to be swift with this when he doesn’t want to prolong your pain
aLTHOUGH this reminds him of how you have to distract him from the pain when he has you pluck out some of his eyebrow hair so they don’t form a unibrow
“two.... you’re still not — two.,..., you’re the one who’s supposed to adjust not me...,.,. t- yO IS THAT MIN YOONGI???”
“wHAT WHERE-“
pOp!!!!!
that shit hUrts
min yoongi is an especially good trigger point for you because jungkook, cannot, and especially cannot stress to how you have a crush on that guy sO bad
he’s a racer ok sure
ehhhh his skills are so-so
honestly he doesn’t even know if this yoongi guy is actually great at racing,,, maybe it’s just his family name that gets him where he’s at ya know....
“don’t joke with me like that! i’m telling you, jungkook — one day i’ll work with min yoongi.”
he snorts at that as he’s holding your hand up, checking to see if there’s any bruising or the sort
he wants to make sure nOw that you’re okay and not have anything else pop up later because he doesn’t want you ruining his alone time again
“yeah. mhmmm. sure you will.”
uGh where would you be now without jungkook
what was LIFE before jungkook
you’re that grateful for him
jungkook’s been avoiding you a liTTLE and you’ve been noticing it but you just didn’t prod into it
the dish was that he thinks he likes you
it’s just this roulette going on in his head
do i like y/n OR have i just been so starved from affection and companionship that i immediately the nearest person to me as someone i love?????
aha it’s the second option :D
you and jungkook fight a lot tho that’s no surprise
it could be over on the most stupid things ever for discourse and well as sensitive as you were, jungkook was even mORE sensitive
one time he cried when not only you gave him the silent treatment, but also literally pretended that he was iNVISIBLE and even got some people in on it
yeth it was a petty fight over stubornness and a sorta petty solution bUt it did give you some peace
what made it even worse was because you befriended these new guys!!!
the kim line!!! jin and namjoon and taehyung were quite the eye-catching trio over on their department and you kNow that jungkook was annoyed by them
actually they were very likeable and jungkook’s just annoyed at them for no apparent reason
and when you ignore jungkook for the whole day AND have the kim line over on your lunch table,,,
when kook offers you a tray of the best batches for your cafeteria food and even a fresh cold carton of chocolate milk,,,,
then pretend you didn’t even hEAR him nor SEE him when he was holding up the tray for you,,,
he absolutely cries because w-why are you :(((( i-i-ignoring me :(((( please d-don’t :((((
fighting and crying has been at an all-time low ever since that particular one
he was so frustrated that he didn’t even notice jin patting his back and he bARELY even knows jungkook
namjoon’s acting as a shield so no one could see that this guy was absolutely Losing it
taehyung’s trying his best to shove some tissues underneath jungkook so he could wipe them down
but this time
tHIS time
it’s jungkook who doesn’t know what to do
it’s you who’s crying so painfully that he’s sure not even the kim line could help try and fix
“he’s just sO — yoongi is uNBEARABLE!!”
oh it’s him again huh
jungkook wasn’t sure at first on how he’d process the news that yeah sure the two of you were the ones chosen to be the victors of the program
but it meant that the two of you were gonna work for different teams and now that just doesn’t make any sense.,...
sure he’s happy because he gets to work for jung hoseok!!!! the racer he’s in awe with and thank god because he didn’t want to work with-
ew he’s shuddering
min yoongi
yOU’RE the one who’s working for him and well!! you should be happy!!! why are you CRYING
jungkook was so nervous meeting hoseok for the first time
he wanted to please everyone so bad it wasn’t even funny :’)
he’s bought four boxes of donuts for his fellow pit crew members alone
hoseok was special special
he gets his OWN dozen and on top of that, kook even made him a crepe cake
from s c r a t c h
that was the most time-consuming jungkook’s ever spent in making food and he is pOsitive that he doesn’t ever want to subject himself to that again in his life
( with the exception for jung hoseok of course hehe )
jungkook’s kinda burnt himself on the pan atleast three times and he was a sweaty mess by the end of cooking it because again
wHO has the time to make crepe cakes????
deadass even bought a lil cooler with him just because he wants to impress his boss even more :)))
:))) tiny lil ice cream cups :)))
“hi!! nice to meet you, i’m hoseok!! why are you holding tHAT big of a bag??”
jungkook was starstruck for sure because wow jung hoseok was kIND???
normally being famous and being kind don’t exactly belong in the same sentence
but uHHhh his idol is right here in front of him being polite and cool and not coming off as snobbish??? wow
“for you, sir — uH sir jung?? uHm-...”
“oH! no, no-...”
“ho — sir???”
hoseok was just meant to tell him that it’s cool to drop the sir thing because he’s working with him not for him
poor kook was so nervous that he called his idol a hoe :(((
“aH, calm down!! it’s okay!! lol you seem cool anyway!!! you can just call me hobi-...”
that sounds SO precious omg
jungkook was about to bow again for the nth time but then hobi over here added something to his sentence
“... -hyung”
bROTHER??
now listen
hobi doesn’t have a brother in his family and gOd something about this younger guy in front of him,,,
he’s read jungkook’s forms and he’s younger than him and he’s iNTIMIDATINGLY large but he just looks so innocent y’know
it reminds him of nemo in a big vast ocean but maybe that’s just because he watched finding nemo last night and was emotional
but look!!! jungkook!!!! he wants to protecc this guy from the world and he looks so eager too!!!!
if you squint hard enough u could see jungkook’s fists in his sides clenching from being so happy
anyway
“hey, hey. c’mon, don’t cry now you’re gonna get uGly!!!!”
okay that did not help
jungkook’s rubbing circles on your back as you try to recollect what happened awhile ago at work and how yoongi was an absolute asshole
he’s tough on you and you don’t know why!!!
on top of that, your crew chief jimin is aLSO tough on you and you don’t know why either and it’s just!!!! why does everyone hate me!!!!! when i am just!!!!! bREATHING!!!!!
“want me to put in a good word for you for hobi-hyung? he could pull some strings then work for him instead... with me..... the people are a LOT nicer too...”
hobi knows about jungkook’s friendshio with you and he wasn’t really bothered to how his pit crew member is best friends with a pit crew member for his main rival :D not really :D
in fact he was even endeared!!! asked a lot of questions too because jungkook hOW do you contain yourself?? you’re so competitive and you’re not even the oNE who’s racing between us two???
“oh that’s easy hyung!!! y/n and i just kinda trashtalk each other for every game, then on free days we’re all cool!! :D”
“is that.... is that healthy..,.,.”
hobi wants to take you under his wing if that was possible
your contract and perhaps min yoongi are the only variables stopping you
he’s never said this to anyone but he dID make a semi-empty joke to yoongi once that y/n will also be working for him next season before he could even blink
and yoongi normally looks stoic but hobi swears that he must’ve flipped a switch aha :D
he looked sO infuriated and angry at the mention of your name and “working for me” that he actually thought yoongi would lunge at him
“it’s okay i guess :(( don’t wanna give up just yet :((“
“mHmmm okay whatever you say, sport :))”
jungkook praises you a lot for your dedication because if that was him?? he would’ve bitch-slapped yoongi in a second and quit right then and there!!
he cares for you!!! a lot!!! no one could ever take up your spot as his emotional support shoulder
he’s perfectly content with his job that he’s in!!!
hobi teaches him about things he’s never known before
practical life lessons too!!!
jungkook’s now equipped with the knowledge of how to make bread taste like french toast wITHOUT even making it like french toast
he now knows how to drift!!! like aCTUALLY drift!!! :D
hobi even taught him some tips about making the best use out of your car’s gas and how to nOT cower when it’s blinking that you’re about to run out
aHA jungkook’s still a little bit panicked whenever he sees the light blinking but then he’d remember hobi in his mind looking at him dead-straight
“you’re one of the buffest guys i’ve ever known, and you’re rattled at a tiny light blinking at you?”
you could still go for 50 km tOps with a blinking gas notice on!!! you’re nOT gonna believe jung hoseok the racer??
sigh
jungkook may be content with his job rn
but of course he’s still looking out for you :D
you’re much happier and giggly these days,,, yoongi and his character development being the causes for it
but every now and then aha :D
jungkook likes to relish over the fact that yeah yoongi may be over him in terms of seniority :) but that’s hIS best friend that he’s dating :)
he may just want to spook the guy sometimes
yoongi’s minding his business as he brings over lunch to kim kradle again, chopping up your cheesy tonkatsu for u when he makes the mistake of lifting his eyes
jungkook’s casually munching on his own meal that yoongi’s aLSO bought for him :D giving the older guy a thumbs-up and it makes yoongi smile
right before when jungkook’s eyes flicker from him and to you and his thumb is nOW resting daintily on his neck as he wiggles his eyebrows
g-gulp
yoongi will take care of you for sURE
#tHank u for requesting babie wE LOVE LOVE!!!!!#FEEDBACK PLS AND THANK U :D#jungkook#jeon jungkook#jungkook imagine#jungkook imagines#jungkook drabble#jungkook drabbles#jungkook fluff#jungkook fluff imagine#jungkook fluff imagines#jeon jungkook imagine#jungkook fic recs#jungkook oneshot#min yoongi#yoongi imagine#yoongi imagines#yoongi fic recs#homebound#requested drabbles
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No Holding Back
I wanna start off by saying that right now I don’t plan to write the end of the year final exam aside from what I wrote in that one post I reblogged yesterday. I just don’t have any inspiration for the actual battle and I think it’d be better in third person POV which is not my preference since I like writing second person.
However, there is one scene that happens before the exam that I really wanted to write, so here it is. I hope y’all enjoy it! ^-^
Today’s the big day. The day you’ve been preparing for these past several weeks.
The day of Class 1-A’s practical final exam
Rather than be with the other teachers who are currently explaining to the students what their exam will be like, you’re walking through the fake cityscape where your exam will be held. The reason for this being that Nedzu thought it would be extra entertaining if Midoriya and Bakugou didn’t find out who their exam proctor was until the very last minute.
While you could’ve waited to reveal yourself during the exam, you decided not to since you wanted to talk to the boys beforehand. There’s something important you want them to know that needs to be said before the exam begins.
That’s why you decide to wait for your students at the cityscape’s entrance, wearing the hero suit Hatsume has been working on with the exception of your helmet since you wanted the boys to be able to see your face when you were talking to them. You want them to be able to see how important what you’re about to tell them is.
On the way to the entrance, you check to make sure all the traps you and Hatsume set up all across the cityscape are in place and ready to go. Thankfully, since your exam is the last one of the day, you have plenty of time to do this.
About fifteen minutes after you eventually arrive at the entrance gate, the school bus driven by Yagi drops off Midoriya and Bakugou, who are both clad in their hero costumes. Once they take notice of you, their eyes grow large.
“Y/N-sensei?!”
With a smile, you wave at your students. “Hey, guys, I bet you weren’t expecting me when you were told your exam proctor would be a surprise, huh?”
Thankfully, the boys don’t look disappointed about the fact that you’re their opponent, just surprised. Even though you knew it was stupid, a little part of you had worried that Midoriya and Bakugou would be disappointed that they didn’t get a stronger opponent like the other teachers, so it’s a relief to see that they don’t appear bothered by your role in their final exam.
Bakugou crosses his arms. “So, that’s why we’re the only team that doesn’t have the option of running away. It would be too fucking easy otherwise.”
While a panicked Midoriya tries to quietly scold his classmate, obviously worried that you’d be offended by the blond’s words, you chuckle, “That’s right. If this were a contest of speed, there’s no way I could stop you two. So, we decided to get rid of that option since the point of this exam is to challenge you.”
A grin forms on your lips. “Besides doing that, in order to make things as challenging as possible, we also added the rule about me being able to win if I successfully destroy seventy-five percent or greater of the town you two heroes are supposed to be protecting. Aren’t we teachers so kind? Now, your exam will be even more fun!”
Amusingly enough, Bakugou seems quite pleased with this setup. Midoriya, on the other hand, is chuckling nervously, looking like he can’t decide if he should be happy like his former childhood friend or worried about this situation.
Your grin grows. “You know, the principal was the one who decided I would be your exam proctor. Out of all the teachers, he wanted me to be your opponent. Do you know why?”
Both students stare at you with obvious surprise before shaking their heads. Midoriya then moves to grab his chin. “Considering how the summer final exams were set up, you must have been chosen because the principal believed you were the teacher that posed the greatest challenge for us. Could it be because of your Quirk, or maybe...”
You can’t tell what he says after that since he starts mumbling under his breath, doing so at a very impressive speed that you have no chance of keeping up with. While you watch the green haired boy with obvious amusement, Bakugou glares at him. “Stop your fucking muttering, Deku! No one can fucking understand you if you talk like that, you dumbass!”
Midoriya’s mumbling comes to an abrupt halt as the shorter boy dons a sheepish expression. “Ah, right. Sorry, Kacchan.”
Rolling his eyes, the blond turns to focus his gaze back on you. “Are you gonna tell us the fucking reason, or are we supposed to figure it out ourselves?”
Your eyes twinkle mischievously. “I could tell you, but I won’t. You’re both smart boys after all. I’m sure you’ll both figure it out soon enough.”
Bakugou clicks his tongue at your response while Midoriya’s expression becomes determined. Despite his initial reaction, you know the hothead will work hard to figure out the reason since there’s no way his pride would allow the green haired boy to figure it out before him.
That’s when you remember why you came out to meet the two in the first place. “You were actually supposed to find out about me being your opponent once the exam started, but I decided to meet you guys here ‘cause there’s something I have to tell you before the exam.”
Your expression turns serious, immediately earning you the students’ full, undivided attention. Their postures straighten as their brows furrow while you quietly study them closely for the next several seconds.
Expression never changing, you finally open your mouth to say, “I love you.”
There’s a brief moment of silence before your words properly register, and then, the boys react.
“Ehhhhh?!”
“W-What the fuck?!”
The corners of your lips curve upwards as both their faces turn red, with Midoriya unsurprisingly sporting an extra dark blush that covers his whole face. Rather than tease them like you normally would, you continue, “I admire you both a lot; I have for a long time. You’re two of the strongest people I know, and you guys never cease to amaze me.”
Both students stare at you with wide eyes as you smile softly. “I’m very proud of both of you and how far you’ve come. I consider it an honor to call myself someone you two call teacher. It’s a role I treasure with all my heart.”
Midoriya’s eyes grow teary. “Sensei…”
While Bakugou remains strangely quiet, you put your hands on your hips. “It’s because I love and admire you both so much that I want to give you the best possible challenge. That’s why I have no intention to hold back against you guys. When we face each other, I’m fighting to win.”
Your eyes gain a serious gleam. “So, I want you guys to do the same, understand? I don’t want either of you to even consider holding back against me out of worry that you’ll hurt me with your powerful Quirks. I want you to treat me like you would an actual villain who��s going on a rampage across town.”
A smirk forms on your lips. “The only way you stand a chance of winning is by going at me with all your strength, so if you wanna pass this exam, you better bring nothing less than your A game. Otherwise, I’ll have to give you guys your first failing grade.”
“Hah!”
Immediately, your and Midoriya’s eyes focus on Bakugou who’s giving you his trademark grin. “Like I’d ever do something so half-assed! I was planning on going all out from the start! You’re going down, Sensei!”
Midoriya quickly brings his gaze back to you and gives you a determined look. “We won’t hold back, Sensei! We’ll put everything into this fight and defeat you! We absolutely won’t lose!”
It’s obvious from their expressions that they’re both completely serious. Your students have no intention to lose to you, so you won’t have to worry about them holding back on you.
Warmth bubbles in your chest as you smile at them. “I have high expectations for you both. Don’t let me down.”
Both boys grin at you in return. “Right!”
Knowing you shouldn’t put off the exam any longer, you decide to head back into the cityscape to get ready. Before you do, you decide to have a little fun at your students’ expense. “I’m glad to see you guys so motivated. I thought I would have to offer you both a kiss like I did for the obstacle course race at the Cultural Festival, but I guess I don’t need to, huh?”
Bright blushes color their cheeks as Midoriya begins incoherently stammering. Bakugou scowls as he glares at you. “I told you all I cared about was winning! I didn’t want the damn kiss!”
A teasing grin forms on your lips. “Uh huh. Suuuure. That’s totally the only reason you two were working so hard to win that race.”
Midoriya’s face is completely scarlet now. “S-Sensei!”
You give them a wink before turning to head inside the cityscape. “If you guys really impress me, I might give you another kiss, so good luck!”
The green haired boy releases an embarrassed squeak while Bakugou starts cursing. Meanwhile, you’re laughing as you hurry to get ready for the exam.
Looks like I managed to give myself some more ammunition for the fight. Hopefully, the boys won’t hold it against me if I use their flustered reactions to my advantage.
Your grin grows. This is gonna be so much fun.
#TABF post scene#midoriya izuku#bakugou katsuki#my writing#fortune just couldn't resist teasing them at the end#you can bet she'll be bring that back up#during the exam#when she needs to distract them#fortune's going all out#and has no qualms about being sneaky#midoriya and bakugou better work hard haha#I just love the mental image of fortune saying I love you with a serious face#and imagining the guys' reactions#too funny XD
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Jungkook - Forbidden Love pt 1
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Genre: angst, sfw, au university students
Rating: PG13
Warning: mentions of death of parent and divorce
Word count: 2911
Pairing: Jungkook X Reader
Summary: From class outcasts to the best of friends, Jungkook and Y/N has been inseparable since fifth grade. They both had feelings for each other but couldn’t find the courage or chance to confess. However, once Jungkook finds his resolve, it was as if the universe was telling him “No.”
Notes: ⚠️Disclaimer. This imagine has been inspired by the main plot of the Kdrama “Love Rain”. However, the rest of the story such as characters’ personalities and details of the story are my own. That said, you guys should watch it drama. I swear it’s 100/10
Y/N POV
9AM in History Class
“Dumbass” Jungkook muttered under his breath, trying hard to choke in the laughter. I was caught sleeping by our teacher and now I’m suddenly asked to answer his question.
“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t know the answer.” He just sighed and made me sit down, appreciating my honesty.
Jungkook sneaked a teasing glance and I threw my eraser at him without even looking at him.
Jungkook has been my best friend since fifth grade. He was too quiet for a guy and always got teased while I wasn’t too girly for my girl classmates. I guess you can say we were both outcasts as kids. Being the manly me, when I caught the bullying, I stood up and hit the pig once, protecting the cowering Jungkook. I got hit twice after when suddenly Jungkook stood in front of me, readying himself to get the punch on my behalf. Thankfully the teacher got in time to reprimand the bully. We both looked at each other and smiled and chuckled at our beaten up faces.
“Idiot.” I called him, asking why he would let that guy beat him up.
“Dumbass.” He retorted, asking why I would step in if all I could do was hit the bully once and those nicknames stuck. Ever since, we’ve always been around each other and even went to the same middle school and high school.
Puberty hit us hard, but I wasn’t hit as hard as Jungkook did. Damn that kid grew up to be such a heartthrob, but of course I’ll never tell him that. Multiple girls flock around him but he’d always escape and find me in the rooftop for our lunch.
“Give me a bite.” Jungkook leaned in and took a bite of my chicken sandwich without me agreeing.
“You took all the meat!” I complained and he smiled mischievously, pinching my cheek.
“Thanks dumbass. I love you.” He playfully says and I rolled my eyes at him, convincing myself not to blush because I know he didn’t mean it the way I hope he did.
We had our backs leaning against the wall beside the rooftop door, my head leaning onto his shoulder as I read my book while he scrolls through his phone.
“Hey, dumbass?” Jungkook calls out.
I hummed in response, turning the page of my book.
“I want to confess to someone.” I froze for a split second, trying to hide the shattering of my heart.
“Well what’s the problem, Mr. every-girl-in-this-campus-always-follows-you?” I sit up properly, feigning ignorance as I flip through the next page, forgetting to read it.
“I don’t know. What if she doesn’t feel the same?” I now looked at him before laughing loudly, in fact it was too loud. I wiped my “happy” tears before managing to get the words out of my mouth.
“You really are an idiot. Can’t you see you can have any girl that you’d want? They’re basically swooning over you every time you pass by.” I stood up and playfully kicked his unnecessarily long legs. “Don’t be a coward and just spit it out. In the ever slight chance that she says no, I’ll lend you my shoulders and buy you some banana milk.” I winked at him, about to leave the roof top when I received a call from my mom.
The news I received had the blood drain from my face. Jungkook was quick to notice, about to stand up when I bolted down to the classroom to get my bag and head out to the gates.
There were multiple shouts vaguely sounding like my name but nothing was registering. All I know is that I need to head to the hospital, ASAP.
“You’re dad got into an accident and I know you’re in the middle of the class but I don't know what to do, y/n.”
My mom’s cracking voice as she choke in her sobs left my mind blank.
Dad. Please, please be okay. Please dad. Please be okay.
Jungkook’s POV
I’ve always been around y/n and I can confidently say I’ve seen all of her expressions. Happy? Sad? Mad? Disgusted? You name it. I’ve seen it all. But in the 7 years of our friendship, I have never seen this face before.
She was terrified.
Before I could stand up, she had already bolted out to the door and ran as if her life depended on it. I ran after her, but her adrenaline was kicking in that I wasn’t able to catch up.
Nevertheless I kept running, disregarding the shouts of the teachers, asking us to stop running in the hallway. I saw y/n, already outside the gates, running by the side walk 'til she tripped which allowed me to catch up to her.
“Are you okay?!” I frantically searched her for injuries before cupping her face. She was cold, pale and in tears.
My heart breaks seeing her like this.
“Jungkook” she snaps out of her trance, holding my arms. "I have to get to the hospital, now." She starts standing up, about to run when I yanked her back to me before holding both her shoulders.
"Let's ride a cab, okay? It'll be faster than running." I try to stay as calm as I could. I've never seen her so panicked, and I'm sure even if I ask her to explain, she won't say anything cohesive so I held her hand as tightly as I could, wanting to remind her that no matter what, I'm with her.
As soon as we got to the emergency wing of the hospital, we were greeted by a sobbing woman on the bed side of man lying as the heart rate monitored showed a straight line.
“No.” Y/N fell to the ground as she sobbed.
I couldn’t believe what was in front of my eyes until I closed my eyes and opened them once more, now the information registering. The woman sobbing has been the same woman who welcomes me to their home when I run away from mine while the man lying on the bed has been the man always treated me as his own. It was aunty and uncle.
My breath hitched, tears silently falls as I stand in front of Y/N, taking her into my arms.
"I'm so sorry." It was all I was able to mutter as I felt multiple stabbing sensations in my chest. Uncle has always been like a second father and the pain I'm feeling is already indescribable. I can't fathom the pain Y/N's going through.
Until Uncle's body was cremated, I never left Y/N's and Auntie's side. With my parents always fighting, I've spent most of my childhood in their house and I've never been treated like an outsider. I can argue that I'm a family member of the deceased. While aunt takes care of the preparation for uncle's funeral, Y/N clutches onto uncle's urn as silent tears continue to fall from her eyes.
There were no words I could utter. Instead, take her in my arms and rest my chin on top of her head.
"Jungkook?" She finally speaks after hours of not talking.
"Yeah?" My voice cracking as I choke in my own tears.
"Promise not to leave my side?" Her voice was shaking, and so was her whole body.
"Dumbass. I'm not going anywhere."
3AM in Jungkook's house
"Where have you been?" My father was in the living room with the lampshade beside him as the only source of light in the house.
"I was with Y/N." I answered, dead tired from everything that happened.
"You kids have been inseparable since your fifth grade." He smiles, the wrinkles in his face getting more defined. If I was tired about today, my dad has been tired of his life. "I hope that kid's doing well."
"What's wrong dad?" I ask, wary with the tone of his voice.
"I'm sorry son. I really tried to make it work, but forgive me. I filed a divorce with your mom." I knew this was coming. I wasn't even surprised when he told me about this. I never really liked her anyway. The reason why I always hang out in Y/N's home was because her voice made it so unbearable to stay.
"Where is she now?" I ask, sitting beside my father.
"With the man she's been cheating me with for 3 years already."
"What a b*tch." I mumbled, shaking my head. "I'm happy you finally divorced her dad." I tell him, giving him a sincere smile. He'd always been the one trying with the relationship. He had always been the one who stood as my parent. Mom may have been too young when she got pregnant with me, but it wasn't all my father's fault. Yet, my father took everything. And if this divorce would mean happiness for my dad then so be it.
"If you find a girlfriend, don't be shy and introduce her to me." I stood up, patting his knee before heading to my room.
"Thank you, son." My father's voice broke as he choke in his tears. I gave him a smile before turning my back on him, allowing him to cry. What father would want his son to see him cry, right?
2 Years Later
"Come on man, one drink won't do you any harm." Jimin tried to convince me to join them after class but Taehyung draped his arm over Jimin.
"Give it up, Chim. He's too busy with his girlfriend." He teases and I gave him a look before shaking my head. "but don't forget to hang out with us once in awhile, okay? Don't forget about us!" He hits my back as soon as I finish packing up my stuff. My schedule for the term is quite free, allowing me to meet Y/N more often as her department's in a different building.
"I won't. Next week, I promise. " I give the two of them a wink before leaving the class hurriedly. Jimin and Taehyung have been my classmates since the semester started, however I'm a college freshman and they're sophomore. They’re just retaking the class I'm having now and since being grouped with them, we've been hanging out since
They know who Y/N is, as they conveniently summarized "the childhood girlfriend". I repeated over and over that we weren't together, but they wouldn't listen. Ever since that day she stood in front of the bullies and hit them even if they were taller and bigger than her, I found myself wanting to get stronger and be a better person. It was only in middle school that I realize that drive was coming from my urge to protect her. We were inseparable ever since and I've always debated on whether I should risk confessing to her or just stay by her side like this, until one time Taehyung said out of the blue
"Kidding aside, don’t be too confident about where you are right now. Either you claim that title or someone else will."
As I got out of our building, I saw Y/N waiting under the shade of the tree talking to some guy who's always been around her since the start of the semester.
"Hey," I called out, taking Y/N's books and draping my arm over her shoulder before looking at the guy who now seems flustered and out of place.
"I'll go ahead then, y/n." He quickly escapes after giving me a slight bow of acknowledgement.
"What was that?" Y/N looked up to me with an eyebrow raised.
"Aunt Mina told me to look out for you." I say, dragging her with me as we exit the school grounds. "Besides, I wanna eat ASAP. I'm staaarving."
"The audacity to use my mom as an excuse for your ever-hungry stomach." She shook her head and smiled as she lets me walk around with my arm over her shoulders.
"By the way, how's uncle?" She suddenly asks as we take an empty table in our favorite restaurant.
"He's trying to hide it, but I know he's seeing someone." I answered and she chuckled.
"You're just not that close. At least mom doesn't date behind my back. In fact, every time I ask her about it, she'd blush like a high schooler--- HAVE I MENTIONED THEY WERE ACTUALLY HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS?!" She suddenly perked up excitedly.
"I'm just right beside you, dumbass." I say, gently hitting her head as her voice got too loud.
"Oops." She chuckled shyly. "I'm just happy mom finally allowed herself to be happy again. I'm sure dad wants that too." She smiles as she looked out the window longingly for her dad. 2 years flew by real quick. "Your dad deserves to be happy too."
"Yeah, I want him happy too." I answered, heaving a deep sigh when Y/N pinched my nose and gave me a reassuring smile.
"We're gonna protect our parent's happiness because they deserve it." She holds out her pinky, making a pact within ourselves. I smiled and wrapped my pinky with hers, nodding.
We finished up with our food, talked all the way 'til we got in front of her house.
"Hate to cut our time short but I have tons of papers to dive into." Y/N made a disgusted face before smiling at me and taking her books in my arms. "I'll see you tomorrow, idiot." She waves, about to enter her house when I instinctively grabbed her hand, not wanting her to leave. She looked at me, surprised and confused. It was faint, but I could see her cheeks slightly turning pink. "Jungkook? I.Is everything okay?" She asks.
I didn't say a word but I'm sure my eyes says it all.
Taehyung's right. I want to be her man, and I don't want anyone beating me to it.
As I was about to open my mouth, the door opened and Aunt Mina came out.
"What are you kids doing there? Come inside." She smiles innocently, walking up to us.
"Maybe some other day," I answered flustered, my ears feeling hot. "Y/N has a lot of paperwork to finish, so she says." I rubbed the nape of my neck before bowing to smile at her. "See you tomorrow, dumbass." I now looked at Y/N, showing a pursed lipped smile before leaving.
The evening In Jungkook's bedroom.
That was close.
That was too close.
But I guess Aunt Mina saved me. At least she gave me a second chance to actually prepare for that shit and not do it haphazardly. I went hurriedly to my room and facetimed Taehyung. Jimin was beside him, waving like a maniac before getting distracted in what they were initially doing.
"So how do I ask Y/N to be my girlfriend?" I asked Taehyung, lying down in bed as I try to run down multiple scenarios of how I could do it. He was quiet for some time, his face blank but he suddenly bursted out laughing.
"Oh my god I didn't think you'd be this much of a romanticist. How about you go rent a movie house and create this video---" I dropped the call as he was having too much fun making fun of me.
I got a text message and was about to curse Taehyung out, but I suddenly sat up, seeing how it was from Y/N.
예바 (abbreviation of Yeppeun + Pabo /Beautiful + Idiot)
Hey idiot, you up?
I smiled, about to reply when I jolted out of my bed in surprise as there was a sudden knock on my door. It creaked, slowly revealing my dad as he peaked. "You busy?" He asks, and I chuckled, shaking my head. He came in and sat at the foot side of my bed, rubbing his nape as he obviously wanted to say something but couldn't.
"Are you finally introducing me to your girlfriend?" I teased and his eyes were wide.
"Here I thought Y/N was the psychology major. How are you reading my mind?" He says, reaching out to his phone.
"Okay one, don't ever say that in front of Y/N. You'll upset her. Psych majors don't read minds. Second, you really don’t have anything else to be shy about besides that. " I rationalized and he smiled, looking proud.
"You took that intelligence from me." He boasts again, making me chuckle as I shook my head. Then he shows his phone with the brightest smile I've ever seen since forever. He really is happy with the person he's seeing now.
I promise I'll do everything I can to keep that smile.
"So, what do you think?" My father asks shyly, letting me take the phone.
I take a closer look at the photo and my world suddenly stopped.
"You know it's funny how the universe works. Would you believe that she's actually my high school girlfriend? We broke up though when we went to college but it seems fate is bringing us back together."
It felt as though I was knocked out of breath as I focused on the woman in the picture.
"If I recall correctly, she has a daughter the same age as you." He continues to talk about how they met today and talked about letting their children meet and talk about getting married and having it formally registered but I was pale as sheet.
Because the woman that's giving my father the warmest of smiles is the mother of only girl I've ever loved.
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The benefits of heartbreak chapter 2
Note: I’m sorry for taking my time, I will try to update faster because I like this story too much *-*
Rating: M
Word count: 2,715 words.
Sarada's pov.
"pick up, pick up, PICK UP, PICK UP, come on chouchoou!" I screamed leaving the fifth voice mail in a row, I wanted to tell her everything. I couldn’t believe that I had a casual conversation with the most handsome man in the city once we part our ways I practically ran to my apartment to scream.
I almost died of embarrassment when he teased me but after that, we actually had a pretty decent conversation, I wish it rained forever so we could still be there but anyways…..
It was getting late so I decided to clean my mind by getting ready to sleep, first soaking off the day in a hot bath then made myself a healthy dinner and started to write every detail about this day.
That's when all of my thoughts drifted to that guy, whose name didn't ask…
He had this raspy deep voice I could hear all day, whenever he talked about his life I got lost in his eyes and how sometimes his raven hair would obscure his view, I don't know if it was a nervous tic or he always did that but every once in a while he rubbed his neck with his hand, maybe he was tired, he did had bags under his silver eyes, not too noticeable but after a while, you could see them. And he told me we went to the same college I had to hide my happiness when he told me that, now I’m more motivated to go.
Damn…. Sarada are you really that lonely? We talked for a couple of hours, he is a complete stranger but I’m already thinking about him non-stop creating every fake scenario I can imagine, why do I always do this?, I better stop wasting my time and go to bed I will just talk to Chouchou tomorrow after class.
Kawaki's pov:
After today I thought I was finally returning to my life, I could start again, it took me weeks to gain the strength to go outside, to talk to anybody even pick up my brother's calls, all of my energy was drained by her, sometimes it felt like I would never be the same, I completely changed and at that time it didn’t matter as long as we were together but now I asked myself if it was worth it, I mean I did all of those changes for her but she didn’t see it. I wonder if she ever saw me.
I should give myself an award, one hour has passed since she texted me and I still haven’t read it and maybe I don’t think I should, it’s not my obligation any more we broke up for a reason, but I can’t help myself maybe something happened to her she never called or texted me anymore, but wait. What if she had an accident and she…. no, she only looked for my ‘help’ when she only wanted one thing. I better get over myself and just read it.
*I need you.*
God I know her so well, of course, of course she was gonna pull out that text, this is her, she never wanted me, or missed me, did she even loved me?. It took me years to finally see it, and I can’t go back there, this isn't the first time she texts me something like that but it could be the first time I ignore her. I can’t go back, for months my friends told me it was gonna be alright and I’m finally believing it.
How can one simple quote have me completely at her mercy?.
Ignoring that famous text I went to bed, hoping tomorrow this issue was buried deep down in the past.
Sarada’s Pov:
I woke up with a fluffy feeling in my neck Jiji my beautiful cat was sleeping on top of me, his purr was like music to my hears, he had my scent impregnated and I loved that, he has been my baby for almost 5 years, my parents found him alone in the streets and decided to bring him home, he was the best thing that happened in my life, so when it was time to leave my small town and come to the city for college I decided to bring him I couldn’t leave him behind.
I did my best to get up from bed without waking him up, he could be really grumpy when I bothered him in his sleep, I barely picked him up so I could move to the side and dropped him again, I guess he was really tired because he didn’t even move a little bit. After that cute surprise, I got ready for my day, classes were starting to get more difficult and I needed to pay more attention and study a little bit more if I wanted to be the top of my class like I always did if I can brag about it. I took a peek outside my window to see how the weather was, it looked a little bit cloudy but not that windy so I decided to go with a brown winter skirt with a pale pink knit top and in case it gets more cold a huge ocean blue double-breasted coat. I took a fast breakfast wasting too much time picking my outfit and ran to class.
After class I texted Chouchou so we can finally meet up and talk about yesterday’s event, I wasn’t mad at her for not showing up yesterday, obviously, at least thanks to my busy day I managed to keep my thoughts away from him but now that I’m free I planned to tell her everything, she’s probably gonna say that it’s all thanks to her, I mean in some way it is but thanks to my awkward personality he talked to me on the first place...
I instantly face palmed myself at the thought of that memory, I still get blushed when I think about his teasing.
"SARADAAAA", I hear my best friend scream nonstop from far away.
Oh god…. why does she like to embarrass me like that?, I turned my face as soon as possible to find her so she can shut up, but because there was an ocean of students leaving I couldn’t see at all, so I decided to stand up in a higher platform and after a couple of seconds I manage to find her but as soon as I lift my hand to wave at her a strong rumble and a heavy rainfall started to pour. Every soul began to dispel running away from the rain and at that moment I realize I left my coat in the classroom and my books were starting to get wet so I rapidly went to the closest place where I could hide from the rain, the college rest area. Actually, my favorite place to hang out with friends, sometimes I think it’s a place inspired out of a fairy tale, it’s a huge green area with different kind of beautiful plants, in the center, there’s a pool with a small bridge that crosses and it the end there’s a gazebo where you can sit, bigger enough to even fit a hammock. I always see this place like a romantic one where you can bring your date, but right now I only wanted to leave.
I texted Chouchou begging her to bring me my coat, I was soaked but at least the books that were my priority remained almost completely dried. After a couple of minutes, she answered me saying that she was already on her way, I hoped she arrived soon I was starting to feel a little bit dizzy I wasn’t used to this type of weather, the bench where I was sitting was comfortable enough to rest and close my eyes, my head was starting to ache until it reached a point where I thought it was going to explode, I felt someone tapping on my shoulder but I couldn’t even open my eyes the natural light was too much for me.
Kawaki's pov:
Today’s classes went smoothly, I had a lot to catch up so I just wanted to get home I couldn’t afford to have bad grades. On my way out I ran into Boruto, he was hanging out with his group of friends probably talking about going out to take some drinks, he tried to persuade me into going with them but I was decided to get home, after a couple of minutes of chitchatting I announced my way out only to be interfered by a strong rumble and rain falling from the sky, as usual, the students started to leave faster but because the campus was overcrowded I decided to wait a while, I wasn’t a fan of crowds.
When everything started to calm down a little bit I turn my face to ask Boruto if he wanted me to give him a ride now that there was a storm, but he was busy talking with a girl honestly almost murmuring so he didn’t listen to me and I really wanted to leave so I just turned away to get into my car, the weather was really bad and I had a feeling that it was going to get worst at least I had my windbreaker that covered me from the rain when I was almost getting into my car an annoying Boruto screamed from afar my name, I almost ignored him but a part of me got worried thinking he probably didn’t have a ride.
"Hey bro, I need your help!!" a grinning Boruto pleaded
"Get in" I shortly said, thinking the ride was the help he needed.
"No.. actually I need you to give this coat to a friend, I would do it myself but I’m in a rush so take it" He said, handing me the jacket.
"What? I need to leave!" I exclaimed standing up too late to give him back the jacket, that dumbass was running away from me.
"SHE’S ON THE REST AREA, THAAANKS" was the last thing he heard from him.
Is he kidding? I thought, sometimes Boruto could get on my nerves. I stood there on the parking lot thinking if I should go, maybe this was a joke. I slowly got into my car to leave but something tells me that I should check there. Trusting my guts I leave and head over there hoping this wasn’t just some cruel joke.
It was only logical to look out for her in the gazebo, that was the only place someone could be if they wanted to hide from the rain. As I got closer I started to feel bad for taking so long, she was snuggled in a bench completely wet, her face was covered by her hair and she wasn’t moving I got a bad feeling about this so I ran closer to her, when I tapped on her shoulder to hand her the coat she didn’t move, I insisted for a while not wanting to invade her space but she was starting the scare me, I moved her hair to check on her temperature only to realize something.
She was that weird-cute girl from the coffee place.
"Hey" I quietly said, trying to wake her up, "wake up, I have your coat" I tried to remember her name but nothing came to my mind, I searched on her coat to find her college pass or something so I could remember it.
"Sarada…."
"mhh?" she managed to answer.
"It’s me, I don’t know if you remember, we met at the coffee shop last night" I murmured, I guessed her head was aching due to her high temperature so I didn’t want to startle her.
She didn’t answer, after thinking for a while I covered her with her coat and my windbreacker and decided to call my dumbass brother, I needed to know where she lived so I could take her there at least. She couldn’t even move.
When he answered me, I tried to wake her one more time but it was useless we needed to leave soon before the storm got worse so I decided to lift her, she felt so tiny in my arms and looked weak, when we talked last night I barely looked at her but now she was so pale, and all of her blood was on her cheeks, her hair made a complete contrast with the rest of her face, I wish she could open her eyes to have a complete picture of her but at the same time, I wish she didn’t because right now I was acting like a complete weirdo.
Once we arrived to my car I laid her on the back so she could be more comfortable and started the drive to her place, in the GPS it showed that she lived really close to me, probably that’s why we ran out to each other last night, after driving for half an hour due to the high car congestion we arrived at her apartment. Outside was the same girl from earlier, the one talking to Boruto, when I took Sarada out of the car she got closer and thanked me for getting her friend home.
"I’m Chouchou by the way, I’m her best friend" she said while looking out for her keys on her purse, "I was in a rush so I couldn’t help her, I asked Boruto and he was busy as well but he told me you could help her" yeah right…. more like throwing the jacket and running away.
When we got inside I went directly to her room and laid her in her bed, I waited outside while her friend changed her clothes, and while I waited I took a peek into her living room, she had pictures of her and her friends hang around the room, apparently, the main color for her decoration were peach everything had that color, It gave a warm vibe. My apartment was the complete opposite, it consisted of only two colors, black, and grey. Inside was getting warmer and I was wearing a black turtleneck so I took off the windbreaker, while I sat on her sofa a fluffy cat appeared it was completely black and because I was a stranger the cat started to smell all over me, and after a minute it laid on top of me it smelled really nice like cinnamon and honey I wonder if that’s Sarada’s smell…..
"Hey kawaki, She’s already on her bed, I’m going to buy some medicines, can you stay until I came back?", she said while putting her scarf. "You can make some tea, just look around her kitchen". And with that, she left.
What’s up with these people, I didn’t even have a chance to answer if I could stay, well if I said no I would look like a complete jerk and actually… I didn’t want to say no, but it would be nice if they let me consider it...
When she left, I was about to stand up but I saw her kitty, it looked so comfortable on my chest I felt kinda bad to ruin that I checked if the animal had a collar with the name and apparently the cat’s name is Jiji. Uh, that sounds familiar, it’s not a common name for sure but I could swore I heard that name somewhere else, not wanting to waste too much time thinking about it I slowly stand up with her cat and decided to lay it by Sarada’s side so she can have some company, when I got in her room I slowly sat by her side and drop the cat close to her.
I wanted to stay until she got better, she still looked pale, the redness of her cheeks disappeared a little bit. She had a cold damp towel wrapped around her head, every once in awhile I moved a little bit or added more water. I went to her kitchen for more water and I needed a cup of coffee everything was so tidy and when I came back she was slowly opening her eyes.
Her raven eyes were finally looking at me.
#kawasara#sarada uchiha#kawaki#kawaki x sarada#kawaki and sarada#boruto#fanfiction#fiction#the benefits of heartbreak
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Nothing But A Name
A/N: i literally cannot believe this
my fic just got deleted somehow maybe i was just a dumbass but whatever
so this is a repost im sorry if you’ve already read it forgive me
Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x g!Reader
Summary/Prompt: You have a secret blog and an enthusiastic fan, but never in a million years would you think it was who it was.
Genre: Fluff, College!au
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: None
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—Y/N POV—
I shoved my books and pens aside after carefully tucking my (finally) completed Economics assignment, still wondering if the teacher would accept it. The rain pounded down onto the dorm roof harder with each passing hour. I half-hoped we would get a day off because of too much rain.
“I’m only a day late,” I assured myself aloud. “Relax.” I wanted to sleep, I wanted to not get back up for the rest of the week. It was only Wednesday. I had three more days of classes until I could sleep until noon and not have to stay up so late. I pulled my laptop out of my bag and placed it carefully onto the desk. I checked my watch. I probably still had time for a post before I slept.
I opened my blog page, Tristful, and typed away at the keys, making a new post.
It’s raining. Really hard. Rain is always portrayed as a symbol of bad luck, isn’t it? of grief and loss? But I’ve always loved it. It’s beautiful.
It’s tiring, isn’t it? Having to wake up in the morning and do the things that you hate to do? Me? I want to draw and paint and play my music, I want to photograph everything under the sun, I want to read and I want to write. But I can’t. Like a lot of people can’t. I’m so exhausted, with living life. No one on this side of the screen seems to care much.
Loving someone taught me how to sacrifice in vain,
And loving no one taught me to love myself again.
I clicked post and leaned back in my chair, knowing that sleep would soon trap me in its hold. My eyelids were already getting heavy. I stared at the screen, a tiny bit of relief flowing through me, that I had a place to vent; a place to smile and to cry where no one would know it was me. My blog was a complete secret—not even my best friend Ziya knew.
A ping startled me: someone had sent a message. I opened the box and saw, spirit rising, that bubblegum-dimples had replied to my newest post. I smiled to myself. I had no idea who this person was (I assumed it was a she) but she had taken it up to follow me and react to whatever I did. Not in the creepy way, I mean. It was sort of cute, once I got used to it.
Aw its okay things will get better you sound like you need a hug I wish I was there! its raining here too lol
I laughed. thanks Im feeling better already
Then, as an afterthought, I added: what are you up to nowadays?
Soon I got a reply. what else? homework. it sucks being in uni and still having to do hw
ooh uni> me too what subject do you take
I take history and econ. science isn’t for me haha *shrug*
My eyebrows raised in amusement. I take economics too its such a bitch nowadays
speaking of which, I should really get back to studying sorry got to go
okay bye ttyl
I shut down my computer and collapsed onto my bed. I fumbled around for my alarm clock and set it for six the next morning. It’s already two am? I thought, horrified. Damn, I’m going to spend the entire day in bed after I turn in my assignment. My eyelids drooped.
The agonizing buzz of my phone caused my eyes to snap open, mentally screaming at whoever had the audacity to call so early and throw away my sleep. I reached over to the desk where I was sure I had kept my phone, my head still buried in my pillow. Without even looking at the caller, I answered. “Hello?”
“Sorry, Y/N, did I wake you?”
Jaehyun. Jaehyun. Why. Why?? “You sick son of a—“ I sighed, rubbing the drowsiness out of my eyes and propping myself up on my elbows. “No, of course you didn’t. What are you talking about? I’m always bright and fresh at two freaking am.”
I could almost see him wincing on the other side. “Y/N, I’m really sorry. I just needed help on the last homework question in Econ.”
“You expect me to believe that you were up until two doing homework?” I asked incredulously, this wasn’t like him at all.
“You know the professor will kick me out of class if I don’t do my work this time, too,” he whined. “You heard him.” I had heard him. Jaehyun had most consistently failed to submit his paperwork for five weeks in a row and the professor publicly humiliated him, asking him not to take Economics if he had such a low IQ that he couldn’t add two numbers.
I groaned. “Which question?”
“The last one,” he replied, sounding infinitely more cheerful. “Question 20.”
I squinted around and took my book from where I had shoved it aside, rummaging quickly through it for the answer. “Um. Option (b).”
“Why though?” I silently prayed to whoever was listening to help this boy through his troubled times.
“It’s the same exact question as one of the examples in the text.” I voice shaking as I yawned. “Look in the book, dumbass. Quit pestering me so late.”
“The textbook?” I heard shuffling sounds.
“Do you even still have your text?” I teased. “Or did you sell it for drug money?”
“Hey, I don’t do drugs,” he protested. “Oh, I found the question. Thanks.”
“Hm.” I mumbled. There was a pause. I knew he hadn’t hung up because I could hear his breathing.
“Are you okay?” he suddenly asked.
My forehead creased. “What do you mean?”
“Nothing, just…you sound sick?” Another pause. “Oh, right, you were sleeping. Never mind.”
“I’m fine. Goodnight, Jae,” I said firmly, wanting nothing more than rest.
“Yeah. Goodnight. Thanks.” Then I heard a beep. He’d hung up.
Thank you, I mentally remarked. Boy’s been pushing his limits. Jaehyun wasn’t my best friend, no, I had only met him after I started uni last year. But although we had only two classes together, something seemed to stick. My actual best friend, Ziya and Jae couldn’t stand each other. They only did to be civil. Ziya said she was sure he was some fishy guy and Jae said she was stuck-up and possessive. Neither was true. Personally, I just thought they were jealous of each other. Maybe they liked each other? Too much thinking. Shut up and go to sleep, brain.
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—Jaehyun POV—
I hung up the phone and tossed it onto the bed. Then I got back to work, holding an eye open with one hand and furiously scribbling away into my notebook with the other. I hadn’t been lying. I was doing my homework.
Okay, maybe I procrastinated until ten pm. Okay, and maybe I was looking at my phone half the time. I was still doing my homework.
I finished the answer and literally flung my book and pen aside, throwing myself onto the bed. My hand cradled my phone and I smiled to myself, remembering the post.
Okay, so I had a blog. Nothing to be overly concerned about. A lot of people had blogs. But mine was secret. I didn’t let anyone see or even know about it. They would probably tease the heck out of me. At any rate, no one would suspect that I had a blog that looked like what it did. I didn’t want people to know that side of me. Everyone saw me as goofy and cool and as of the moment, I was okay with that scenario.
But there was that girl. The girl who posted almost every day and wrote little couplets at the end of her posts. I was sure it was a girl—if it turned out to be a guy, I would be genuinely surprised. Not that guys can’t write poems—the way the person wrote just gave me that instinctive feel. The name of her blog was Tristful and I remember the moment I first saw the blog, I had rushed to find the meaning of the word. Sad, I recalled. Melancholy. She didn’t say anything extravagant. Not many pictures of her favourite singers and actors, no out-of-this-world conspiracy theories, just a simple post about what happened in her day. Not a play-by-play description. Just a note of her mood, and the most relatable things that I’d ever read. Her little couplets were awesome, too. That took effort. Not many people had the patience to think up a new couplet each time they posted something.
She had posted just a few minutes ago. And like the loyal follower (some people might call me a stalker, I swear I’m not) I was, I immediately liked it and replied. It was apparently raining over there, wherever she was. It was raining even harder over here. But today’s post was a lamentation about how she had to live life in a way she didn’t want to. I couldn’t agree more. I was learning history and economics but I wanted to sing and dance and perform. It was frustrating. I felt like everyone was slipping into a boring monotonous life that our ancestors set the blueprints for, and people like tristful19 tried to pull us out and make us see that we could, hypothetically, do what we wanted.
I would never admit it to myself, but I liked her. Even if it wasn’t a her. She made me feel like I wasn’t alone. It seemed weird, but I had developed a sort of crush on her, whoever she was. She must be somewhere far away, possibly millions of miles, and most likely saw me as another girl. But even so, my heart always felt warm when she replied.
I was still smiling to myself as I drifted off to sleep.
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—Y/N POV—
I entered my Economics class, assignment in hand to see Jaehyun staring off into space with a dreamy look in his eyes, smiling to himself. That’s odd, I thought. He looks like a lovesick puppy. “Yah!” I said, flicking him in the forehead. He snapped back to where I was from wherever he had been, frowning. “You look like you’re in love, what’s up?”
A faint red tinged his cheeks. Was he actually blushing? “Nothing,” he said uncertainly, trying to play it cool. “What are you talking about?”
“Your ears are red, Jae.”
He immediately covered them. “No, they’re not.”
Cut the crap, Jae. “Is it Ziya?” I deadpanned. His mouth fell open.
“What?!”
I shrugged. “Is it Ziya?”
“Why would you think that I’m in love with Ziya?” he retorted. “I don’t even like her.”
“Well, I mean, both of you are always fighting and teasing each other.” I seated myself in the chair behind him. “I don’t know, I was just asking. Seemed to me like the textbook definition of a schoolboy crush.”
“Well, Y/N, if you haven’t noticed, I’m not a schoolboy,” he hissed. “Don’t know why—“ Just then the professor walked in. The class fell silent. Jaehyun turned around after giving me one last nasty look.
We both managed to get through Economics without much incident. I turned in my paper and the professor was satisfied with the homework that Jae submitted for the first time that semester. The only chink in the glass was that he gave back some tests that he finally graded. I walked through the halls to my next class, a C- printed in bold letters on the paper dangling from my hand.
“Hey, at least you didn’t fail,” Jaehyun mumbled as he trotted beside me, crumpling up his test sheet and tossing it into a nearby trash can.
“Hey, Y/N!” I didn’t need to look at Jae’s scowl to know that it was Ziya.
“Athletes are called to the field at nine-thirty,” she panted as she jogged up to us. I groaned. “It’s on the notice board. Get going. You know how the coach goes hard on latecomers better than anyone. I’ll get your notes for this period.”
I handed her my bag, but Jae snatched it away from me, frowning at Ziya. “Jae—?”
“You don’t even take English,” he snapped at her. “How would you take her notes? I’ll take them,” he said, turning to me, “I don’t take my own anyway. Wait up after practice, okay? I’ll buy you lunch.”
“Oh, really? Thanks, Jae,” I replied, confused but smiling sweetly at him. What a nice change. “Stay in love, it’s doing you wonders.” As I sprinted down the hall, I could hear the two of them bickering. I shook my head. Those two would never get along, would they?
Was he in love? I pursed my lips. Wouldn’t he tell me at least, if he was? I wonder who it is…. I shook myself. Are you being jealous, Y/N? No. I’m only mad that he didn’t say anything before. Lies. You’re jealous, aren’t you? NO! I’M NOT! STOP IT!
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—Jaehyun POV—
“You’re being pretty generous today.” The voice made me roll my eyes and turn around. Ziya. Of course.
“What are you doing here?” I shot back. “Won’t you give me a moment’s peace?” She held her hands up in surrender. I leant back against the brick wall of the building that bordered the playing field. I was waiting for Y/N to come out so we could get lunch, but look who decided to ruin my day.
“I’m not here to see you or Y/N, if that makes you feel better,” she answered.
“Then why are you here?” I asked. I had become curious, even if I didn’t want to admit it.
She shrugged. “None of your business. You’re waiting for Y/N, aren’t you? There she is.” I turned towards the field and saw her exiting the fenced boundaries, but she wasn’t alone. With a twinge of irritation, I registered the lean form of Taeyong, captain of the soccer team. I waved at Y/N, but she didn’t seem to notice me. They were close enough, talking animatedly, and then closer and closer, and then….they completely passed by, not even bothering to spare me a glance. What the heck?
“What is he doing with her?” I muttered angrily, jealously surging up within me, an insatiable urge to rip Taeyong limb from limb.
“Give it a rest, Jaehyun.” ZIya’s voice floated to my ears, temporarily removing me from my thoughts of putting a bullet through Taeyong’s head. “You’re doing the same thing.”
“What thing?” I responded shortly, still iffed at being ignored.
“You’re mad at Taeyong.”
Of course I’m mad at Taeyong—“What? Why would I be mad at him?” Look at him, trying to chat her up like….Jesus, I need to warn her about him—
She snapped her fingers in front of my face, bringing my attention back to her. “Same reason that you don’t like me.” I looked at her; the undertones in her voice had not gone unnoticed. “You’re so possessive of Y/N. You don’t want anyone else but yourself with her.”
Her expression seemed so forlorn that I felt bad. “Ziya, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—“ She stopped me.
“It’s okay.” She smiled. “I won’t deny that I tried hard to get her away from you, too.”
I nodded. “Oh, these are her notes. Give them to her, will you?”
The awkward silence fell. I let out a breathy chuckle when I remembered what happened in Economics. “Did you know that Y/N thought I liked you because we’re always arguing?”
She cracked a small smile. “Yeah, she’s mentioned it a couple times, but you’re not really my type much. No offense.” She brushed her hair aside. “Besides, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say Y/N is the one you have a crush on. You act like it.” Her face lit up, evidently having seen something behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Taeil, one of our seniors walk over. “See you around, Jaehyun.” With a dazzling smile, she linked arms with him and the two walked off.
I was confused. I act like I have a crush on Y/N? Impossible. I don’t like her that way, do I? Is that how people see us?
The rest of the day passed in a daze. I didn’t have any more classes with Y/N, but my thoughts were on her. I won’t deny that I’ve imagined it. What it would be like as her boyfriend. But she’s made it pretty clear that I’m friendzoned! Hasn’t she been trying to set me up with Ziya? That must mean she doesn’t see me that way, right?
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After scrawling down a few sentences to pass off as an essay for tomorrow’s English class, I lay sprawled across my bed, absently thumbing through my phone. A post in particular caught my eye. tristful19 back at it, huh?
Well, today was a better day! I won’t name names (duh) but one of my friends was pretty nice to me…I wonder if he likes anyone. I won’t deny that I might like him—I did have a tiny crush on him sometime last year….I think I’m not over it yet. He’s attractive, I’ll give him that.
Sometimes I wonder, is it the trail of a dove?
the perfume of a flower? or a hint of love?
Well. If that didn’t make me feel worse, then I don’t know what did. I knew I was being silly, getting upset at the newfound lovelife of a blogger who could be anywhere (as if I even had a chance), but it did. I was disappointed, but still, happy for her in a way. My mind was preoccupied, Ziya’s words ringing in my head. What am I feeling right now? I’m not jealous of Taeyong, am I? Why should I be?
“I like Y/N as a friend,” I said aloud.
“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, buddy.”
I shot up in bed, head hitting the edge of my desk. Eyes watering in pain, I managed to spit out, “What the hell are you doing here?”
Mark, a classmate of mine from the room across the hall, waltzed into the room as I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress, rubbing my head.
“Bro, chill, I just needed at clean towel.” He flitted to the wardrobe, knowing where everything was already. “It’s Johnny’s turn to do the laundry and the idiot forgot.” I stood up, arms crossed. “Hey, don’t lend Johnny anything, okay? He needs to learn a lesson.”
“What—what were you saying about Y/N?” I tried to make it sound as if I was only asking casually, but Mark saw right through it. He peeked out from behind the wardrobe door and flashed me a sly smile. My face flushed. I could feel my ears turning red again.
“Dude, you clearly don’t see her as just a friend,” he began, still rummaging through my clothes. “It’s so obvious.”
“What’s obvious?”
“From the way you look at her. It’s obvious that you like her. Everyone thinks so. Even Taeyong came to ask me whether you two were dating or not.”
Fury rose in me. “Taeyong? Why?”
“I think he’s going to ask her out. I don’t know.”
It was like a slap to the face. “What?! And what did you say?”
“I told him you weren’t.” He found a towel and tossed it over his shoulder. “Why are you upset? I thought you only saw her as a friend.”
“Mark…” I growled.
“Bro, you’re in denial. Suck it up and go ask her out.” With a final toss of his head and a smirk, he let himself out the door. What the heck, Mark. You can’t just say stuff like that and then leave.
I took my phone and rapidly typed away, creating a new post.
How do you know whether someone likes you is a question that Google has seen too often. But how do you know whether you like someone? My heart isn’t answering that question.
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—Y/N POV—
I went to class the next day, feeling a little subdued, for two reasons. One was the fact that bubblegun-dimples hadn’t replied to my post and I felt silly for feeling so attached to them. The second was the conversation I had with Taeyong the previous day.
Once he had walked me to the mess hall near my dorm, I’d paused because I felt that he had chatted all this way to say something important. I wasn’t wrong.
“Y/N, I know this might sound a little forward, but…” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “w-would you want to go out with me sometime?”
Oh. Oh. “I…I don’t really know, Tae, it’s—“
“Is it Jaehyun?” He interrupted abruptly. My jaw dropped.
“J-Jaehyun?” I stammered. “Oh, you know him?”
“Yeah.” Taeyong shrugged. “Best shooting guard on the basketball team I’ve ever seen.” After a pause, he repeated his question. “Is it because of Jaehyun? You guys are together or something?”
“What?” I yelped. “No. We’re not together. I just….” I trailed off. “Where did you hear that we were together?”
He gave a non-committal jerk of the head. “It’s not very subtle, is it? It’s obvious from the way he acts that he’s whipped for you.”
I didn’t know what to say. “Tae, maybe you’re mistaken. We’re not dating. And I’m sorry, but I just don’t feel that way about you.” I grimaced apologetically. “Sorry. I’ll think about it.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” he assured, putting on a smile. “Good luck for your track events next month!” He flashed me a thumbs-up and ducked under the door of the mess hall.
Coming back to the present, I sat down next to Jaehyun for English class, Taeyong’s words echoing in my ears. Is it Jaehyun? It’s obvious from the way he acts that he’s whipped for you…
I glanced sideways at Jaehyun, who seemed distant as well. I drew my courage. Dude, it’s just Jae! Your best guy friend, come on! I nudged him with my elbow. He winced.
“Something wrong?” I asked. He shook his head, his dark locks falling onto his forehead. I pressed further. “She broke up with you?” He scoffed at me.
“No, she likes someone else.”
Oh, the poor kid. “Aw, tough luck, buddy. Things will be alright in the end.” I patted his back sympathetically.
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—Jaehyun POV—
I didn’t know how I was still sitting there with her. For all I knew, she was Taeyong’s new girlfriend and I had totally blown my chance with her. Did I like her? I guess so. What else could explain what I felt?
“Jaehyun-ssi, if you could please read your essay, we could proceed with the class.” The professor’s sharp tone brought me out of my reverie. I glanced regretfully at the few sentences I’d scribbled in my notebook. I sighed.
“I didn’t do it, ma’am.”
The professor pursed her lips. “I thought so. Y/N, please read yours.”
She stood up, the hem of her shawl brushing against my face, setting my insides on fire. What is even happening to me?? I tried my hardest to focus on what she was saying, knowing nothing other than the theme was on the forsaken lovers, Romeo and Juliet. But the sweet lilt of her voice was making it too hard for me to understand what the words were. I was only picturing the mesmerizing movements of her lips. But then she was ending the essay.
“The taste of his lips, the touch of his skin, gave her the feeling of something akin
and she wondered, is it the trail of a dove? the perfume of a flower? or a hint of love?”
My blood froze. The first thing I thought was, she stole that. The second was, Y/N wouldn’t steal. That means…
The class burst into applause and I joined in, two seconds too late. She sat down, face blushing in pleasure.
I leaned over to her and snatched her notebook away from her. Skimming the neat print, my heart jumped into my throat. “You wrote this yourself?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
I pointed to the couplet. “Even this?”
“Of course. What do you take me for? A thief?”
So it’s her? She’s tristful19? How? What—My eyes ran down her writing again and it struck me. When she talked, it wasn’t as noticeable, but….her writing style is so similar.
I handed the book back to her wordlessly. She tucked it into her bag.
“What did Taeyong say yesterday?” I suddenly questioned.
She glanced over at me in surprise. “Oh. He was…asking me out.”
“And what did you say?” I continued more forcefully.
“I told him I would think about it.”
“Don’t.”
Her eyebrows disappeared into her windswept hair. “Why?”
“He’s not right for you.” My palms were sweating. My heart was pounding. Jae, what have you done now?
“What are you talking about, Jae?” she finally snapped, losing her cool. “If you have something to say, say it instead of beating around the bush.”
I stared at her, eyes digging deeper and deeper into hers, absorbing the beautiful color. I remembered the post the night before and my heart sank. So she does like Taeyong. You’ve got no chance, Jae.
I sat straight. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”
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I avoided her the rest of the day, mind too far gone to have any peace.
A ding from my phone later that night told me, by instinct, that there was a new post from her. Can you believe it? She’s tristful19? I opened the post.
It’s so frustrating! For the longest time, I’ve had a crush on one of my closest friends and since the past week, people are telling me that he likes me, too. I even turned down a guy on a date yesterday for him! And today, in English class? He was so close. Staring at me the whole time. I searched his eyes but I can’t tell….I was so sure that he was going to tell me that he likes me, but…*sigh*. I’m waiting so long for him to say it first, but I guess I might have to take charge now.
Oh, how I wish for a world in black and white
no grey, no confusion; just what’s wrong and what’s right.
My heart began to pound. I read the text again and again. English class? ….one of my closest friends…turned down a guy….
“Me,” I whispered, unable to believe it. “She was talking about me.” My fingers hovered over my keypad uncertainly.
maybe he doesn’t know that you like him
The reply was almost instantaneous. not for long
My heart clenched. if he knows, what would you want him to do?
I waited for her response, heartbeat rising in tempo. My phone dinged. run to my door right now, in the dead of night and say it
I couldn’t think straight anymore. I grabbed my jacket, shoved on my shoes and bolted, without even bothering to close the door.
The cold night air was sharp, it stung and woke me up like nothing else. I pulled on my denim jacket as I sprinted across the freshly cut lawns lit only by the moonlight. The wind ripped through my hair and elation filled me to the brim. I thought I would burst. The campus seemed timeless as I dashed across it, not tiring, not stopping for even a moment.
I forced my way through the door to the girls’ dorm and raced upstairs to the third floor. Within a second, I was in front of her door. I drew in a deep breath, vaguely aware that the warden had awoken. I knocked.
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—Y/N POV—
I heard a knock at the door and I looked up from my laptop, confused. Who would be knocking at this hour? Maybe it was Lisa from down the hall. I lifted myself up, cracking my aching joints and pried open the door.
My mouth fell open. “J-Jae?”
He was gorgeous. I saw him every day, but nothing could have prepared me for this sight. He was out of breath, his firm chest heaving up and down. His hands were planted on the doorframe. His favourite denim jacket hung off one shoulder over his thin white t-shirt. He looked at me through his hooded eyes and I felt my heart contract.
I found my voice. “Jae, are you okay? What—“
“I love you.”
The rest of my sentence evaporated. “What?” I asked faintly.
He let himself inside the room and closed the door. “I. Love. You.”
Realization dawned on me. “Bubblegum-dimples? You’re—“ I was cut off by his lips.
Kissing Jaehyun was better than anything I could have imagined. The second his lips met mine, a jolt of desire ran through me. His lips were dry but I couldn’t care less. They fit against mine perfectly as if they were made for each other. His hands snaked into my hair and drew me closer to him. My arms found their way around his waist, pulling him impossibly near.
His tongue swiped against my bottom lip and I gasped, breaking the kiss.
He bumped noses. “To be fair, I didn’t know you were tristful19 until today either.” He pressed his lips against mine in a chaste kiss. I buried my face into his chest.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” he murmured beside my ear.
“Why do you even have to ask?” He stroked the side of my face. We were rudely interrupted by a brief shout from downstairs. I jumped.
“It’s the dragon,” I whispered. “You should go, it’s late.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” he asked as I opened the door and looked both ways.
I smiled, kissing him briefly. “Of course.”
He grinned, dimples on display and then disappeared into the darkness. I closed the door with a snap, leaning against it, unable to stop my giddy smile. Bliss coursed through me.
Before I slept that night, I made sure that bubblegum-dimples saw my latest post. It wasn’t much, but it told him what I wanted to say.
The sun and the moon may never meet, they hide from each other in fear—
but twice upon a time, fate draws them in; the inevitable eclipse is near.
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fin.
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Im only messing with you 😘 while im here though could i have some fic recs puh-leaaase - 🍍
Ooh honey, you have no IDEA the can of worms you just opened :D (since this list is so long I’m gonna split it up into SFW Complete, NSFW Complete, SFW Ongoing, and NSFW Ongoing)
SFW Complete:
The Invisible Girl [sonamae]: OK SO it’s Hagakure-centric, with background Hagakure x Shouji and KiriBaku. My favorite part about this is that the romance is important, but not the focus. The focus of this oneshot is on the family she creates with Bakugou, Satou, Todoroki, Kirishima, and Tokoyami. Go read it, it’s great. BIG BROTHER BAKUGOU FTW!!!!!
Ground Zero [sonamae]: Speaking of Big Brother Bakugou, this is the next oneshot in the same series as the above one, but from Bakugou’s pov. Again, the romance is important but not a focus, and that’s so fucking refreshing and I love it so mUCH idk what else to tell you. Just go read these two. The rest of the series isn’t complete, but these two specific fics ARE, hence why they’re in the Complete section.
Lighting The Beacon [M3zzaTh3M3z]: This is one of the first bnha fics I’ve ever read, and I’m so glad this was my introduction to the fandom!! It’s a pretty fluffy oneshot, starting off with Kiri asking Baku out and Baku rejecting him because “who ever heard of a gay hero?” Aizawa hears about that (the basics, no details like names or anything), and things…start to change. Mic says he’s married to a man (its Aizawa), All Might comes out as pan, ace Midnight…and at the end, Bakugou asks Kirishima out very publicly. It’s so near and dear to my heart, and it honestly deserves more attention than it gets.
You’re only relevant until you’re older (they’re gonna talk about you over and over) [futurehearts]: Pro-Heroes Red Riot and Ground Zero are happily married and Baku has a reputation to slowly destroy :D (he’s soft, mainly for his husband, and he knows it…and now so does the rest of the world lmaooo).
Love Notes [PurplePersnickety]: Kirishima gets really, REALLY sappy love notes on his desk for a week or two and works to figure out who it is (spoiler alert, it’s Bakugou being a Soft Bitch). When Kiri asks him about it, he confesses everything and they date in secret for six months before telling the whole class (oneshot).
Sonder [Maplefudge]: I bet this bitch thought she wouldn’t get a shout-out well guess what you write good and there’s nothing you can do about it This is the first work of maple’s I ever read, and it’s perf <3 I’m love. It’s a look at the “totally platonic” (how much sarcasm can I add to two words?) Kiribaku from members of the class, over the course of 13 chapters. It’s full of fluff, useless mutual pining, obliviousness, and “platonic bro kisses”. Read it if you need to scream at some useless gays.
Anger Management [Julietwasanidiot]: The entire fandom is gearing up for S4 by writing hurt/comfort KiriBaku post-raid fics, and I am HERE for it. Because of when it’s set though, there’s going to be spoilers so if you’re anime-only you migt want to steer clear of this one. It’s got an ICONIC rice-and-anger line, though.
Stupid Mistakes [lemxnfox]: Kirishima and Bakugou got in a fight! They fight a lot, but this fight they’ve been fighting for six months and the class is #OverIt. They concoct a plan to lock the two of them in a room and force them to make up– and they DO. Side ShinKami and TodoDeku.
No More Fragments [Ischemia]: Canon-compliant…to a degree. Shinsou takes his place as the Superior Purple in Class A, gets himself a boyfriend (Kaminari) and a squad (the Bakusquad)…and loses it. Or does he???? Canon-typical violence, side Kiribaku, mystery plot.
Caught In My Own Web [anxioussaliorsoldier]: SHINSOU IS IN 1-A!!!!! And he fucks up when trying to use his capture weapon lmao. Kaminari finds him and they recreate the iconic Spider-Man kiss…and then Shinsou passes out from the blood rushing to his head. It’s cute guys.
Be Selfish For Me [A_Reflective_Projection]: WARNING– the entire thing is Aizawa asking 1-A to be careful as pro heroes, by taking them to a hero graveyard. It’s painful. It’s sad (especially when Aizawa brings up a classmate of his who died in their first year as a pro). It ends bittersweet, and there’s some good Dadzawa content in there. The most present ship is Erasermic, and that only really makes an appearance in the last chapter.
Closer [MikeWritesThings]: Fluffy Erasermic, canon universe, where Aizawa starts calling in to Mic’s radio show cuz he misses him. It’s sweet af ❤️❤️
Meaningless Holiday [dysonQueer]: It’s a sweet Valentine’s Day fic, canon-compliant, with established Erasermic for the soul. I highly recommend it if you’re having a rough day and you need some feel-good fluff
Come Back Toe Me [Milligramme]: Aged-up, Pro Hero fic where Kiri has a shit day heroing, but he isn’t physically hurt. Not until he breaks his toe on the coffee table, that is. He can’t stop laughing, and Bakugou can’t stop worrying about his dumbass boyfriend.
Kiss Me Through The Screen [Ischemia]: Aged-up fic with ShinKami as the main focus and some side KiriBaku, but…uh, most of the Bakusquad aren’t full-time Heroes. Kami dropped out of UA completely, and Shinsou never went in the first place. So, Kaminari is working at Jirou’s cafe and works as a SFW camboy at night, while Shinsou is a teacher and watches the stream nightly. Later there’s a plot around a stalker, again please keep yourself safe Pineapple Anon!!
If I Don’t Act… [SilentNorth]: This is gritty and painful, but don’t worry! There’s a happy ending :D (I rarely read/write/recc pure angst, you’re safe here my child). Kiri is a college dropout working two jobs, living with Mina as his roommate, and with a hero complex the size of Texas. Enter art student Bakugou, who can save himself thank you very much. Some mention of depression/attempted suicide, as well as slightly less than canon-typical violence, please keep yourself safe and skip it if that’s going to trigger you, Pineapple Anon.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all [theroyalsavage]: A Kiribaku “10 Things I Hate About You” AU where Todoroki asks Kirishima to fake-date Bakugou so he can date Midoriya. Everything is going smoothly until Kirishima accidentally falls in love *gasp*!!
The Skeletons Inside Of Us [firelord_zutara]: Erasermic, quirkless AU where Mic was the lead singer of Aizawa’s favorite local band in college. Aizawa has a crush on him, they lost touch after college, and they didn’t meet again…until their nephews (Aizawa adopted Midoriya, Shinsou is Mic’s sister’s kid) meet and by extension, the uncles. Background ShinKami and KiriBaku, written for EraserMic week (7 chapters).
Life’s a Drag(on) [PurplePersnickety]: FANTASY AU!!! You know, the Fantasy AU from the third ending. But altered, juuuuuust slightly. Bakugou lives in(? ish) a village and helps a dragon when it’s hurt. A day or so later, a (hot) new guy comes to town named Kirishima, and the dragon keeps coming around. Shenaniganery follows. :DDD
Space Dust [PurplePersnickety]: Do you like Star Wars, Star Trek, Firefly, and/or Men In Black? Then you’re gonna fuckin LOVE this :DDD It’s got half-alien Kirishima, cyborg Bakugou, mention of a larger universe outside of the planet (outside of the oneshot too, lbr). It is a oneshot though, even if it is a long one, with canon/typical violence and mention of kidnapping and child experimentation. Please put your mental health and well-being above everything else and skip it if it’s gonna trigger you!!!
Achromatopsia [PurplePersnickety]: DID SOMEBODY SAY SOULMATE AU???? No? Well hAVE ONE ANYWAY!!! Kiribaku soulmate AU (oneshot), where you only see in one color until you touch your soulmate for the first time. Fun fact, achromatopsia is the complete inability to see any color!! I’m sure that’s not gonna have any bearing on the story whatsoever…
NSFW Complete:
A Cast for your Heart [KTG]: Heads up, this is LONG. 90 chapters, 268k, it’s magic and sex and drAGONS and angst and almost-dying!! The fantasy system is completely original, set in modern times, and the OCs??? Don’t get me STARTED. Kiribaku, Tododeku, and Seromina are the bnha ships present as well as a lot of OCxOC ships. There’s also a sequel set to come out this month (July 2019)!!
Long Time Coming [Madam_Muffins]: I’ve probably recc’ed this before, but I just. I just love this one so much, ok? It’s massive Kiribaku slow burn, outlining what might happen if Bakugou is just a little bit more emotionally constipated. Baku fucks up, gets help, he and Kiri get together (and fuck a little), and there’s elements of the Reincarnation and Fantasy AUs in there towards the end!! Go read it, madammuffins is my amazing tumblr mom and I love her to bits.
SFW Ongoing:
Engraved In Your Mind [Hejter]: FACEBLIND BAKUGOU KATSUKI!!! It’s canon-compliant, except for that little detail, but she writes it so WELL that now I can’t look at canon!Bakugou without thinking that he’s faceblind. Kiri finds out and starts working to build trust with Bakugou and help him on his path to becoming the top hero, and it’s GREAT. Slowburn Kiribaku. Like,,,SLOW.
Define: Oblivious [PurplePersnickety]: I bet you thought I was done with the Purple reccs. I’m never going to be done reccing Purple. Deal with it. I mentioned, in the summary for Love Notes, that there was a six month time skip? This is what happens in those six months. SeroKami and MomoJirou are side ships in this one.
The Right Thing [TuesdayTerrible]: Established Kiribaku where they’re graduated from UA, and living together, and being pro heroes…and then one day Baku finds a little girl who tried to kill herself cuz she was quirkless. Needless to say, this strikes a chord in Bakugou (cuz…yknow, he kinda told Midoriya to kill himself in like episode one and then it was never addressed again). He can’t stop thinking about her, and while we haven’t gotten there YET it looks like it’s gonna end with him and Kirishima adopting her and Bakugou apologizing for the bullshit he put Mido through. There is mention of a suicide attempt (clearly), skip it if that’s gonna trigger you!!!
Hands Off! [PullingAllMighters]: Much like Kiss Me Through The Screen, Hands Off! is a non-canon compliant aged-up AU where not everyone is a full-time hero. Kiri is, Kami and Sero are his sidekicks, Ochako is in a different agency, and everyone else is doing Other Shit. Bakugou hasn’t revealed his full backstory yet, but it looks like he was a Pro Hero until a year or so ago when something bad happened and now he’s got PTSD. His old apartment building burned down so he’s living in Ochako, Momo, Jirou, and Mina’s guesthouse until he finds a job and another place to live. This has a fresh take on the hero system, and I really really enjoy it so far!! There is, however, a fairly detailed scene of Bakugou being triggered so if reading that would trigger you, please don’t!! Keep yourself safe, Pineapple Anon!!! Endgame Kiribaku
Blood of my Hand [PurplePersnickety]: Is it obvious yet that I LOVE purple’s writing??? This, I believe, was the gateway work, and I’ve dived headfirst in and not looked back. Fantasy AU, slowburn Kiribaku, and it’s. I can’t even sum it up. There’s too much. It’s too good. Game of Thrones WISHES it could be what BomH is. There’s mention of slavery and past child abuse, please skip that if it’s going to trigger you!!
A Boy and his Dragon [VanHan]: Oh look, another fantasy AU. Have you figured out that I have a type yet? Kiribaku but the Kiribaku hasn’t really happened yet, cuz Bakugou is a literal child who got kidnapped and is probably gonna get sold. He doesn’t even know Kirishima is Kirishima, he just knows him as the cool dragon in the cage. This one just barely makes the SFW list, because there’s no explicit mention of fucking, but there’s a really really gross pedophile that shows up fairly early on and hasn’t died yet. There’s also graphic depictions of violence in the first chapter, and once you combine those two things I would absolutely understand if you decided to give this one a pass, too.
Everglow [Maplefudge]: ANOTHER fantasy AU?!?! In MY fic recc list?? It’s more likely than you think. This one just started, and it’s got that enemies-to-lovers shit going on. Dragons plus my favorite tropes = FUCK YEAH!!!
Crimson [Crocodillia]: I bet you thought I was done with the fantasy AU reccs, didn’t you? Well, HAVE ANOTHER!!! This one has strong HTTYD vibes, and I’ve literally never seen anyone try that before with these characters!! So far there’s only two chapters, but I am HOOKED and if you like HTTYD…you’re gonna like this, too.
Becoming Human [FoolishFortuna]: Demon!Bakugou becomes Human!Bakugou when he refuses to take a kid’s soul. I think we’re three chapters in and he just got to earth and met Kirishima, as well as a few holy people (Midoriya, Ochako, Iida, and I believe Tetsu). Now he gotta find his daughter and keep her safe. Kiribaku with some fairly graphic descriptions of torture and cannibalism in the second chapter, don’t read it if that’s gonna trigger you!! Also he pretty brutally rips apart the girl’s abusive parents.
Surviving for Second Chances [SilentNorth]: TWEWY Kiribaku AU!!! There’s some differences between the original game and the fic, for pretty obvious reasons (medium, objective, and character differences being a few), but this got me to FINALLY watch a playthrough of the game cuz I’m too broke to go and buy it myself!! Kirishima as Neku and Bakugou as Joshua, plus Mina as Shiki and TodoDeku as Rhyme and Beat. Canon-typical violence, and we just finished up Week 1!!
Love And Other Allergens [thefrailtyofgenius]: A Quirkless AU where Todoroki is a lawyer with a flower shop underneath his apartment. Todo finds out he’s allergic to one of the plants, buys a different bouquet every week instead of, yknow, asking for help like a normal human being (I say, knowing damn well I’d just buy allergy medication and not even try to figure out what I’m allergic TO), and accidentally falls in love with the cute (and absolutely fucking ripped) flower boy (Midoriya lmao). It’s LONG. The TodoDeku is extremely slowburn, and there’s a fuckload of side ships. An incomplete list: Erasermic, Kiribaku, ShinIida (Shinsou and Iida), and MomoJirou. Bonus Endeavor’s Bad Parenting, Midoriya Hisashi’s Bad Parenting, and both of those assholes getting locked up forever :D (I’m so serious about the length tho, it’s like 40 chapters or something).
NSFW Ongoing:
Mixing Signals [Shippeh]: Kiribaku aged-up, but they’ve tried to date multiple times and every time Bakugou fucked it up. Every time they broke up, they pretended like they’d never tried in the first place (which…oW), but this time. THIS time, Bakugou swears he’s gonna make them work.
Heartbeat Thunder [Shippeh]: This is one of the few ABO fics I’ll recc, because it’s not just “ooh heat sex fun times”. This has THOUGHT put into it. They’re confused kids goddamnit, let them be confused!!! Basically Kiri doesn’t ever want to rut so he’s suppressing everything about being an alpha, while Bakugou thinks that trying to hide from your secondary gender is stupid. They do fuck tho, which is why the fic is in NSFW Ongoing.
Take a Chance On Me [FanficIsMyThing]: The other ABO fic I’ll happily recc. Kiri is an alpha which lets him be a hero, while Baku is an omega so he’s gotta be a vigilante until the laws get changed. They run into each other on patrol a few times, Baku helps Kiri and crew out a few times, and every time Kirishima *mysteriously* fails to catch the vigilante Chemical X. They haven’t actually fucked yet, but there’s been enough sexy times to put this squarely in NSFW territory. And it’s not just sex!! I don’t wanna spoil, but it’s good I swear.
Opposed to the Typical [Heronfem]: A model/fashion designer AU featuring HoH!Bakugou, model!Bakugou and designer!Kirishima, as well as a metric shitload of others. Basically Kiri is an intern with Fatgum who gets called to help another studio with their fitting, gets assigned to Bakugou, figures out he’s HoH and handles it like a champ. Because he does it so well, whenever Bakugou needs to get his measurements taken again, they immediately call for Kirishima. And ofc they gonna fall in love :3c But its more complicated than that, and I don’t wanna give too much away, but make sure that you pay attention to any trigger warnings at the start of the chapters!!!
#kingdomheartstrashmouth#ask dadzawa#pineapple anon#nonnie#kiribaku fic reccs#shinkami fic reccs#tododeku fic reccs#erasermic fic reccs#bnha fic reccs#did i reccommend enough? or do you want more? cuz i have. sO many. like this is only a little bit my dude.#how many did i even put up there? like DAMN. and i know i forgot some really really good ones too
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Is It All A Dream? ll Part One
Hello fellow Tyrus shippers and AM fans! This will never compare to TJ’s Playlist, but I wanted to write a small chapter fic before things become canon. One more day!! I hope you guys enjoy this fic. There will probably be 2 or 3 more chapters. I want to keep this short and get some fluff in. Please leave feedback and let me know what you think!
<3 Sunny
Word Count: 1,582
Cyrus POV
Cyrus blasted music in his ears while he made his way to school. His mom had offered to drive him, but he felt like walking. She asked what was wrong, a concerned look in her eyes. He made up an excuse, saying he had a really important test he was worried about. She didn’t seem to believe it. Worry spread across her face and she held her son’s face in her hands. “Are you sure you’re telling me the truth?” She asked, but he didn’t respond. He just shrugged his shoulders. “You didn’t really eat this weekend or even this morning...you haven’t said a word in days.” Cyrus pulled his mom into a hug. She continued, “I’m so worried about you sweetie. After what happened with your friend TJ. I can’t believe he hung out with people like that. Putting you into danger…” The sound of his name felt like a bullet to his chest. He pulled away from her, trying his best to smile. “Mom, I promise you I’m fine. I’m going to be late, I’ll see you after school.” He kissed his mother on the cheek and walked out the door. Honestly, these past few days had been horrible for him. After the drama with the gun and the police being at the school when he got there. Plus, Buffy and Andi wouldn’t let him anywhere near TJ. Not even letting him explain what had happened. There’s always two sides to a story, and he wanted TJ’s.
The late fall air kept hitting his cheeks, making them feel numb. All he had felt was numb for days. He couldn’t help how much he missed TJ. It felt like a piece of him was missing. Walking around with a hole in his heart. He tried his best to fake his happiness around his friends, but he felt like they knew. All weekend he kept avoiding their calls and texts. Making excuses anytime they asked to go and hang out. As he made his way through the park, he started to pass the swing set…”their swing set.” He took out his earphones and the wind whistled through his ears. He could hear the squeaking of the swing set, swaying back and forth in the wind. He felt tears start to build in his eyes, so he turned away and kept walking. He felt miserable and there was nothing he could do about it. He put his earphone back in, and turned the music up louder, wiping away any tears that dared to escape.
Once he got to school, the sound of his music drowned out everyone else. It felt like he was walking through a dream. These past few days have all felt like a dream. How could TJ hang out with people like that? That’s all he thought about. How could TJ hang out with those guys? Yeah, they were cool in the beginning, but a gun?! His thoughts were halted when he looked up and saw Andi and Buffy chilling by his locker. Their faces dropped once they saw his face.
“Hey Cy, how’s it going? We missed you this weekend.” Andi chirped. Her voice was soft, like the volume of her voice could break him. That’s how he felt inside. Cyrus paused his music and pulled out his earphones. Andi and Buffy gave each other a look, knowing what was going on. “Hey, I have a game tonight. You better come and cheer me on.” Buffy said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible. “Of course.” Cyrus said, trying to sound as cheerful as he could. He pulled out the books he needed and closed his locker. “You missed a hilarious moment on Saturday when Jonah...” Andi had stopped talking all of a sudden. When he turned his attention back to the girls, they were both looking at something. When he turned to look, he saw TJ. His heart sank, and the world stopped around him.
TJ POV
He didn’t know where he found the balls to do so, but he stopped in front of Cyrus’ locker. He stopped in front of his locker, even though his bodyguards were there. “What do you want?” Buffy said with a stern look on her face. Andi was mimicking the same cold stare. When he looked at Cyrus, he looked so lost. Like he didn’t even recognize him. “I really want to explain…” He was cut off by Andi, not being able to finish his sentence. “I think we understand what happened. You brought Cyrus into a situation where there was gun. Who knows what could’ve happened. What if someone got shot...what if Cyrus...” Andi whispered, her words stung as they flew out her mouth. Cyrus put his hand up, stopping her from speaking. His eyes were red and puffy, like he had been crying. Maybe he had been and that made TJ’s heart shattered even more. TJ felt like Cyrus must’ve hated him. The past few days have been hell. Over the weekend he has just been crying in his room, just trying to get Cyrus to talk to him. He couldn’t even remember how many times he tried to call and text him. “If you’re done, I think it’s time for you to go.” Buffy said, wrapping an arm around Cyrus. She pulled him away, with Andi following close behind. All TJ could do was watch them walk away. He was never going to be able to talk to him. The last few pieces of his heart sank deeper and deeper into his stomach. Once he couldn’t see them anymore, he finally started to make his way to class.
Cyrus POV
Buffy’s arm felt like a chain around his neck. Weighing him down and forcing him away. All he wanted to do was hear TJ out. He could feel himself getting emotional and he didn’t want the girls to see. “Um, I really have to go to the bathroom. I’ll see you guys at lunch.” Before they could even respond, he ripped himself away from Buffy’s grip and walked as fast as he could to the bathroom. As soon as he saw no one was there, he began to cry. He couldn’t hold back the tears that poured down his face. “How could this be happening? Why is this happening?” The sound of the final bell rang through the bathroom. All these thoughts were running through his head and the world was spinning around him. He could feel his heart racing and his books fell out of his hands. He couldn’t breathe and the world seemed to fade away. The ringing didn’t seem to stop, the sound echoing through his head. Before he knew it, the world went black.
TJ POV
Five minutes into class, he asked for a hall pass to the bathroom. The teacher rolled his eyes, but gave him one anyway. “Make sure you go before you come to class.” He said when he put it into his hands. TJ needed to get out for a moment, he couldn’t concentrate on anything. All he could think about was Cyrus, and the way he looked at him. He must’ve loathed him. How could he not? Reed was such a dumbass for bringing that gun. TJ asked for no funny business. TJ asked for just this once, don’t do any stupid stuff because Cyrus was different...he was special.
“Dude, what does that even mean? Do you have a crush on this guy?” Reed asked, poking TJ in the side. “Stop.” TJ said, getting annoyed. “Hey, looks like someone is smitten. Smitten with...what his name? Smitten was Cyrus.” Reed laughed, finding himself hilarious. TJ pushed him, getting embarrassed. “Dude, it’s not like that. Cyrus is just...not like that. Doing stuff like that is just not his thing. So don’t bring your dad’s gun this time. Just this one time.” TJ tried to show that he was being serious, and he was. He didn’t want to freak Cyrus out. “What...is this guy a wimp?” As soon as the last word flew out his mouth, TJ grabbed him by the collar, pulling him up. “What did you say? What did you say?!” Lester and his other friends came running over when they saw what was happening. “Chill bro, I was just making a joke. Wow, someone’s a little protective.” He let go and walked away from the group. Sometimes TJ wondered why he even still hung out with them.
As soon as he opened the bathroom door, he saw Cyrus laying on the floor. He dropped his pass and rushed beside him. “Cyrus? Cyrus?! Hey, wake up. Wake up.” His face looked so pale and he wasn’t taking deep breaths. He lightly tapped his face a few times, trying to wake him up, but nothing worked. TJ lifted Cyrus and carried him on his back, holding onto him for dear life. TJ thought about making the trek to the nurse’s office, which was on the other side of the school. Instead he walked into a nearby classroom. As soon as he entered the room, the kids in the class began to whisper. The teacher came up to him, asking what was going on. He explained the situation and the teacher phoned the nurse’s office. All eyes were on him and Cyrus, but he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was make sure he was alright. He could hear the sound of cell phone camera’s begin to go off when they finally left the room.
Part Two
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[Chapter 5] Push Away
Sky POV
Sky walked through the abandoned hallway, classes were in session when he got back from his journey. It was long and tiring, especially since he took a cat-nap in a random mans home. Now finding out his name is Jerome.
Sky rolled his eyes faintly smiling, Jerome was a cool guy. Sky wouldn't mind hanging out with him more but Jason would, Jason would care so much, Jason would kill Jerome or Sky.
Or threaten to kill himself, he's forced Sky to do things or stop being friends with people with this simple tactic, he may fear Jason but he would never wish for him to die, especially by his own hands.
'Jason will change' he would say to himself, 'Jason is a good person,'
He gripped his math book tighter, 'Almost there' he thought as he got closer and closer, the handle was just right there. It was right fucking there.
A glimmer of hope sparked through him until he felt hands grip him and pull him into a corner which pinned him down, "Hey Lil Slut, what are you doing here? I Thought you ran off and killed yourself!" Tyler laughed as though it was a sick joke.
Sky choked out not expecting that taunt, that was low even for Ty.
"Please! I just want to get to math class!" Sky begged as he tried to move past Ty but Ty pushed a strong hand onto Sky's chest pinning him against the wall no matter how much he struggled.
"You really thought I'd let you off that easily?" Ty laughed, baring his fangs. His vampire side showing easily. The angel boy flinched backwards though there was no where to hide. He was stuck, in a web of a spider.
Ty smiled wider seeing Sky's reaction to his deadly sharp teeth, "Are you afraid little birdie? Wouldn't it be a shame if I just marked you up~" Ty purred.
Sky punched Ty in the abandoned, Ty hunched over gasping out but only a few seconds later he recovered with a snarl of a beast, "What was that!" He yelled as he gripped Sky's wrists barely even tightly due to already have kneed the boy in his stomach.
"A punch! What are you blind just as you're stupid!?" Sky growled back, surprising himself from the venom that leaked out his voice.
Ty gripped Sky's wrists together, "You'll pay for that!"
Sky cried out, the cuts on his arms still burning from the old recovering scars to the new fresh ones he had just made not even a couple hours ago. Still fresh and healing.
Ty raised a eyebrow, "I didn't even h-" Ty stopped mid sentence when he felt s wet feeling on his hands. He looked down cautiously.
Than stumbled away from Sky, eyes wide. His arms had blood on them? Bright red blood, he looked at Sky's sleeves and saw them slightly damp with blood, than noticed how the sleeves rolled up slightly. Thin cuts riding up the others boys wrists.
"What did you do?" Ty whimpered as he couldn't tear his gaze away from Sky, the boy who seemed to cave in on himself, "Why would you purposely hurt yourself? What is the gain?" Ty whispered softly, he went to take Sky's hand in his own to take a better glance but Sky tore his body away from Ty.
Sky's eyes filled with hatred and anger, "So now you care! After the teasing! The pain! Beating me behind buildings so I could lay there and suffer for hours on the floor crumbled in a ball! Drawing on me! Beating me up when I just went to the bathroom to use the bathroom! Really!? You're asking me what there is to gain!?" Sky screamed, he backed up.
He ran a hand through his brown hair repeatedly, his wings stretched out in anger.
"What do I gain? I gain death! I gain the feeling of being relieved of all the pain everyone is this torturous school had caused me! Everyday is hell and I've had nobody! You've had everyone! I've never had somebody I could go to talk to! Everything sucks!" Sky finished it all off with a snarl and a punch to Ty's face.
Sky ran down the tiled floor hallway, his math book dropped to the floor. Sky wouldn't care to retrieve it, he would just say that a bully put it in the toilet and it was far too gone to save.
"Sky!" Ty screamed as he went to chase after the smaller boy but Skys screaming had alerted some classmates and teachers who stepped out their classrooms.
Luckily they hadn't seen Sky's cuts or been there since the start of the fight, all they heard was a slap and running and a bit of screaming.
"Are you alright?" Quentin questioned as he sat a large hand on Tys shoulder, quickly Ty shoved his arms in his baggy pockets that concealed his blood soaked hands.
Ty hadn't responded yet which frightened his fish friend, Ty kept his gaze to the floor.
He tried to say something but it seemed that he couldn't, it hurt too much to speak. It hurt to know that you're the reason somebody wants to end their precious life, something so beautiful.
It hurt so much, he's hurt somebody that has had nobody and for what? To become fake popular? Fake friends? None of it was worth it.
All he wanted was to see Sky smile, he didn't like the idea of the boys blood on his hands. He felt so impure.
Sky ran outside the building and into town, passing by many. Fortunately his sleeves were long sleeve and black so it was barely noticeable for anybody to see the blood.
Sky took a shape left and washing his sleeve off in a nearby lake, than bandaged up his arms again and made sure to secure them much better than last time.
"Dumbass! You revealed yourself! You can't even cut yourself right!"
The voices would scream, when weren't they screaming? It felt that they never shut up, it felt like they were corrupting him constantly. His mind hazy due to blood loss but that wouldn't stop him.
He rose to his feet than made his way away from the lake, taking a few seconds to watch his blood disintegrate in the water, once there the next time.
Just like Sky.
He would on this world to please few people, the next he will be gone. Nobody will remember him, a distant memory.
Sky shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket, pulled his hood up and looked down trying not to make eye contact.
Some people in the town were weird, not all but the weird bunch was obvious since some people kept staring at Sky. Some even licked their lips, creepy fuckers they were.
Sky rolled his eyes, he noticed some people getting too close, trying to pluck his wings without him noticing and selling them.
After most his life of being emotionally and physically abused he notices the little things, like the way some people looked him up and down, some people would have a look of hunger in their eyes, some people would rest their hands on his shoulders or something and hold him.
It was weird, he noticed the way they knitted their eyebrows up when Sky would tell them not to touch him, he noticed everything. He's gotten very good at it.
Normally a fifteen year old shouldn't have to see the little signs, shouldn't have to fear for his life, shouldn't have to be cautious of everyone and everything but that was life.
Life sucked, a good amount of the time was when you want to scream and cry because something bad had to happen.
There's only a slim chance of something good happening, but in sky's life there were no skin chances. No chances. Everyday was a train wreck.
Take today for example, Ty found out about his bruises. He will tell everyone and everyone will hate him! Think he's trying to be special! They'll kick him out of school and Jason will be furious and kill him! Or they'll send him off to a mental facility.
His heart couldn't stop beating erratically. His hands clammed up, face felt pale. Everything felt like a new environment, he felt like he was six when he would get lost and nobody was there to help him.
He was all alone, nobody would help him because nobody liked him. Who would? Sky didn't even like himself and he was himself!
'God! I never realized I was this depressing!" Sky thought as tears edged into his eyes.
The gazes left Sky as soon as he began to have a mini panic attack, maybe that's his new strategy of how to get weird people to stop looking at him weirdly.
Sky adjusted his sunglasses, letting his wings stretch but only a tiny bit so they wouldn't hit anybody, he wouldn't want to get in a fight this "early" or "late" Sky couldn't even tell anymore.
It seemed time was quick, one day he'd just wake up and the next his head was on the pillow with new bruises and tired eyes.
If he was honest he couldn't take a day without pain, if he went a day without pain he'd become paranoid. Where were they? Who was going to hurt him? Are they playing something? When? Where? What? Did that shadow just move?
Those questions plagued his mind every day though most normally staying in the dark.
"So kid," An older women said as she leaned up against Sky resting her arm on him, "What brings ya' into this part of town?" The women questioned, her eyes held mischief.
Something Sky was familiar with.
Sky kept his gaze low, picking up his pace, "Don't ignore me ya' little shit!" The women yelled as she pulled Sky backwards causing him to fall back and lean up against her now, practically under her shoulder as though she were protecting him.
She began to run a old gargoyle hand through his hair, "Aren't ya' just precious, I could make 5k for ya'," The lady said out loud, murmuring softly but Sky heard.
Sky's eyes widened, 'She's going to sell me!?' He thought with fear, his hands began to shake, would his "owner" hurt him when he saw his bruises? What would happen? Who'd own him? Where? When? With what?
He tore himself away from the women like glue, he began to dart back to school. His legs wobbly but now wasn't the time to be a classical girl in a horror movie.
He heard her thunderous roar behind him but he focused on running and dodging people trying to grab him, 'I bet they think I'm her kid,' he snarled to himself bitterly.
He picked hid gaze off the ground to be able to see where he was going, though his sunglasses were as dark as Sky's future.
He could still see out then perfectly, it felt like he wasn't even wearing them sometimes which would give him a mini heart attack sometimes.
Sky was so close to the school, just a few more steps.
A hand reached out and snatched Sky's leg, Sky hit the ground and into the rubble that cut his skin, bruises on top of bruises.
'Ignore it'
He growled to himself picking himself up and ran.
He jumped over the schools gates and rushed in now knowing he was safe, many fellow students giving him questioning looks, others pointing and laughing.
Sky shook his head than began to limp to his dorm, he had a medical kit under the sink where Jason would never go. He would never need medical attention, Jason was the one giving others needing of medical attention.
He pulled himself into a elevator since the stairs were something he constantly avoided, who knew what was lurking in there?
He learned on his third of being at this new hell hole to never trust the stairs, he had gotten severely bruised up in the stairway while just trying to go to his room.
A team of three beat him up leaving him on the middle of the stairwell which was very large and left him there, bloodied up and bruised.
Everyone walked over him since nobody wanted to be associated with Sky, everyone learned that if you were friends with him you'd get the same treatment he does.
Sky always wondered why he got the worst of all beating, nobody else would get broken bones and blood pouring out ever cut.
Maybe it was because everyone had parents who worried about them, Sky didn't. Nobody would worry over him. Nobody would care, nobody would cry and hug him when they saw him bruised up.
It was all Sky, just him in this cruel world, everyone on one side with weapons while sky was on the other end all by himself since nobody was there for him.
And now he had a second goal other than getting medical attention and NOT dying, which was a first. He had to avoid Ty like he was the plague, Sky wouldn't let Ty see him weak.
He knew his secret, he knew Sky was a wimp and cuts his own wrists for pain, Sky chocked on a sob. Fortunately nobody else was in the elevator with him, all being in either classes or passing time.
The elevator gave a soft ding signaling that Sky could leave now, the elevator doors opened letting him leave. Then with the wall as his only support he limped to his room.
Jason was in class so Sky wouldn't have to deal with him.
Sky limped into the bathroom after opening the door to their dorm
He grabbed some wrap and began to wrap himself up. Cuts and bruises all over his body.
Though his mind was elsewhere, he couldn't stop thinking about that women and what would've happened to him. He may be abused and used but he would've never expected for someone to try and sell him.
It was scary.
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