#rans chibi looks like he's kinda smiling though | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

callofdudes · 3 months

Note

Yesss!! Cod g/t brain worm! I just really need as much tiny!y/n, ghost, soap, and gaz with guant!price fics as I can handle!

Giant!Price and his little tinys helping him cooking in the kitchen. Like tiny!soap amd ghost pushing the ingredients to price when he needs them, while tiny!y/n mixes the pot and tiny!gaz is the taste tester!! It's so cute🥺🥺

P.s. I am sending something kinda similar to this to other authors as well. BUT I AM CHANGING THE PROMPT!! I just want to see everyone's take on cod g/t. So if you're uncomfortable with multiple authors also writing something not super similar to this, but still a cod g/t fic, I understand and you can just ignore this. Thank you🩷🩷

Shut up this is so adorable. I immediately thought of them as those little tiny chibi like characters. So just know that is what I'm picturing as I write this. Their little beans now. I hope you enjoy it, this was an interesting experiment.

When a family makes a home.

Price was in charge of taking care of his little ones. While you weren't always the most military efficient, Price brought you guys everywhere with him. On leave he had shelves above his bed where he had set up beds and configurations for sleep, all for you guys.

At night dropping you all off at your little platforms and making sure you were snuggled in so you wouldn't fall off. Even if you did, his chest would be there as a landing pad.

Even so, sometimes you guys would come and snuggle with him. Mostly you or Johnny, which frequently leads to you guys trapped under his weighted blanket.

If there is one thing you all like to do together though, it's baking. Price was taught by his mother how to cook and bake, and that was something that always stuck with him. Making bread or cupcakes. He wasn't always the best decorator there ever was, but it worked out.

Especially with his little helpers. Price got up and ready for the day, having a shower and dressing in something fresh. Coming outside to see four little people standing outside the door expectantly. Like cats almost.

He chuckled softly, walking down the hall with you all following after him. Johnny hopped and grabbed Simon's hand as they ran with him.

Gaz tagged along behind with you, having a conversation about something or other. The morning laziness was nice, especially since Price didn't get time off a lot. What with work?

You headed to the kitchen and Johnny jumped excitedly. "We'll help!!"

"We always help, Johnny." Simon pokes his cheek, making the Scot pout a little.

Price bent down, gently picking you all up, Johnny and Gaz getting comfy. Simon huffed and stepped into Price's hand with you behind him.

"So what are we making??" You asked, leaning forward to inspect the clean counter and washed-down stove.

"Omelets, I'm fixing for one today. That alright?"

Gaz gave his biggest thumbs up. As a taste tester of course he got to be the first to approve. 😌

"Perfect." Price got out a pan. "Alright," He headed to the fridge, narrating quietly as he got out eggs, milk, onions, peppers and whatever else they needed. He set them in a pile and placed his hand over the man to make sure it was hot.

He poured some oil in the pan and you all stood around watching. Gaz had a little spot by the spice rack where he usually sat. In his words, his job was to "sit there and look pretty." Which he did very well.

Price felt the pan was hot and reached his hand out. "Eggs."

Simon got up, Johnny and him each taking a side to flip the carton open. "How about this one Simon??"

"Looks heavy as fuck."

"This one it is then!"

Simon sighed, going over and taking off his little gloves, helping Johnny wiggle the egg out and carry it back on wobbly legs to Price.

"Thank you." Price cracked the egg in the pan, watching it sizzle and start to cook. "I'm going to flip it a few times and then you can have it y/n."

You smiled, nodding and rushing over. At the ready Captain Price!

"Ok, one, two, pull!" Johnny pushed the jug of milk forward with all his might, Simon grabbing the handle and tugging, his feet struggling under the marble countertop.

Slowly dragging it over.

"See.. this isn't too hard!"

"Thank you, both of you."

Johnny smiled, hopping on Simon and squeezing him. "aye aye captain!"

Simon pinched Johnny's cheek. "You're horrible."

You watched, smiling and looking into the pan. Price poured a dab of milk in and smoothed the egg around, ordering up another egg which Johnny and Simon quickly fetched.

Once Price popped it in he handed you the flipper. "Have at it kiddo."

"Yes!" You jumped in, standing on the edge, close but not too close, stirring the egg and flipping it with all your might!

Price went to the fridge again and poured three glasses of orange juice. He set down a big one and two small ones. Then getting out pineapple and mango for Simon and Gaz. Two little glasses.

You take a few sips while you watch the pan, grabbing the handle again and squishing it under the omelette, grunting and pushing it up and flipping it. Getting the folded side over too.

"How's it looking y/n?" Price asked.

"It looks good!

"Careful with that knife you two." He said over to Johnny and Simon. Simon looked over at Price. They'd gotten out the peppers and onions, Johnny holding the handle while Simon guided the blade down on the vegetable.

"Don't worry, If Johnny loses a hand I won't worry."

"Hey! You'd worry if I lost a hand." Johnny rested his chin on the handle, pouting out his lip at Simon.

Simon grumbled a little. "Yeah,.. just hold the knife."

Johnny grinned, knowing that was a yes, and went back to work.

Price looked at Gaz who sipped his pineapple mango. "Comfy?"

Gaz looked at him, then the others. "Sure beats having to chop peppers captain."

Price hummed and nodded. "Of course." He finished off his drink and grabbed a plate from the cupboard. Heading over to you. "Alright kiddo, I'll squeeze in here for a moment."

You hopped out of the way and Price took the flipper, putting the omelette on the plate. "Alright, a couple more eggs."

Simon scuttled over while Johnny held the handle of the knife, stepping into the carton and grabbing an egg.

"Careful Simon." You warned. Simon huffed, pulling the egg and wiggling it out. He hopped back down, starting to walk over and - crack.

Simon slipped in the egg white that spilled, the whole egg cracking and flooding down on him. You snickered, covering your mouth quickly.

"Son." Price chuckled, holding out his hand. Simon lifted his mask and spat out egg white. Covered from head to toe.

"Shut up." He grumbles before any of you can say anything. "You've been egged!" You snort.

Johnny came over with an armful of pepper chippings. "I got us- ah!" He slipped, egg white staining all up and down his back.

Gaz burst out laughing, followed by you. Johnny whined, standing up and shaking out his dripping gooey hands.

"Oh come on. Who did that??"

Price held out his hand, Johnny seeing Simon also completely drenched in egg. Well, he was glad he wasn't like Simon... He was swimming in it!

Price lightly shook his head. "Ok y/n, you and Gaz keep an eye on the stove, I'll get these two cleaned up."

"Yes sir." You bent down, grabbed a cloth from the stove handlebar and lifted it. Poking your head up carefully as you walked with the large thing.

"Careful," Gaz warned, also getting up and making sure you didn't slip. You huffed, throwing the towel on the small spill, shuffling your feet while Gaz came over and picked up the eggshells.

Once all is clean you get some pepper pieces and put them in the pan. Gaz and you grabbing another egg out.

Gaz went around again and turned down the heat. He spotted the unattended omelette on the plate. Casually walking over and sitting down. He pulled the corner close and took a big chomp.

"Hey, this is pretty good."

"Are you already eating it??" You snickered. "You won't get to taste test."

"I already did. And besides, he won't notice."

You both waited until Price returned with freshly washed clothes Johnny and Simon. "We survived!" Johnny waved, both hopping down onto the counter.

Price chuckled. "Now where were we?"

"Putting another omelette in."

And so you got to work. Simon and Johnny helping with more ingredients and getting the spice shakers to Price. You helped flip and stir, making up some better egg batter to pour in. And Gaz sat and looked pretty.

When all was said and done Price cut up some pieces for you four and had his plate. "Want to test it Gaz??"

"He already-"

Gaz shushed you softly, batting his eyelashes innocently at Price. "Yes, I do." Price tore a piece and gave it to Gaz, who gobbled it down. Giving a thumbs up. "It's really good-" he said through a mouthful.

You each took your plates and followed Price. Getting help down onto the floor and waddling after him with your omelettes. An adorable sight.

You made it to Price's office and he helped you all onto the desk. Grabbing on his laptop, a blanket and a Nintendo Switch.

He put the blanket on the end of his desk and you all sat around the Nintendo Switch, happily eating and watching videos.

"Hey Price??" You poked your head up. Price looking over.

"This is good."

"Well, you helped make it, so pat yourselves on the back too." He ruffles your hair with his thumb.

Johnny giggled, Simon rolled his eyes, and Gaz just continued to look pretty.

It was a peaceful morning.

Price went back to tapping away on his keyboard while you guys watched different videos. Cheering, laughing and talking as you ate.

Price never felt bugged hearing you guys talk. Just glad he had you guys around with him.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #captain price x y/n #platonic reader #g!price t!141 #giant! Price x Tiny 141 #john price x y/n #john mactavish x reader #simon riley x y/n #kyle garrick x reader #kyle's job is to taste food and look pretty #Ghost got egged #a tad rushed since its been sitting here in my drafts since tumblr did that stupid thing

63 notes · View notes

rubykgrant · 2 years

Photo

My RVB Secret Santa gift for @copperphysics106 ! I hope you like it~

Thanks to the @redvsbluesecretsanta group for putting it all together and getting us going~

I did two picture; a soft and cuddly one of Doc and Donut together, and also used my little “chibi dress-up dolls” to put them in some funny holiday shirts! (if it is hard to read, Donut’s says “Don We Now Our GAY Apparel” with a picture of a Christmas tree shape that has the red/orange/yellow/green/blue/purple pride flag. Doc’s says “Naughty & Nice” with images of two happy faces, one looking sweet the other looking mischievous).

I had fun with the outfits, so I wrote a short fic to go with it too~

(below the cut)

“Wait, wait- I want to go see what’s over there!” Donut stopped, pointing off to another corner of the store. Doc was forced to pause mid-step, because their arms were linked together.

“No, Donut, come ON, we’re one our way to the check-out line...” Doc attempted a feeble argument, which he knew was useless. Donut was already leaning away from him.

“I PROMISE, I’ll be right back, I just need to know what kinda shirts they have. Go ahead, get in line, I’ll be back before it’s our turn!” Donut momentarily stepped closer to Doc, giving him a brief little kiss on his forehead (right where his hair began), and then dashed off to look at the bargain shirts. Doc sighed, looking at the long line ahead of him.

“You’re a push-over. You know that, don’t you?” O’Malley was kind enough to point out. “Am not,” Doc argued, though in truth he wasn’t even arguing exactly. This quiet exchange between the two of them was really just a playful way to pass the time.

“With HIM you are,”

“So are you... and you’re a sucker for Caboose’s puppy-dog eyes,”

The response he got from O’Malley for that comment wasn’t vocalized, and Doc had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing.

“OK, I’m back!” Donut ran up, standing next to Doc and hooking their arms back together. “See? Didn’t take too long at all!”

“You went and got something for yourself, didn’t you?” Doc gave him a suspicious look.

“Um...”

“Donut! This was a shopping trip to get gifts for EVERYBODY ELSE! You promised not to splurge on yourself, and you did! You splurged!”

“... is that what I sound like when I accidentally make an innuendo?”

“Don’t change the subject. What did you buy?” Doc tried to look into the basket Donut carried on his other arm.

“HEY! Don’t worry about it, alright?” Donut held his arm far away, blocking the view.

“Mm-hmm... because you don’t want me to see what you got for yourself...” Doc rolled his eyes. “By the way, O’Malley says your butt looks cute when you do that half-skippy thing when you run,”

“WHAT!?” Donut didn’t even realize he did a half-skippy thing.

Doc suddenly leaned his face down and buried it against Donut’s shoulder.

“You weren’t supposed to TELL him that!” Donut heard O’malley grumble, and he couldn’t help but start giggling.

They got through the line, paying for their purchases, and made their way out to the dark parking lot.Tucker and Grif were supposed to swing by and pick them up soon, so they waited near a light post, easy to see.

It was cold out here, but in a promising way; the sky had been full of dark clouds all day, and the chill in the air was hinting at snow. Too much was certainly a hassle to deal with, but it was always nice to get a little bit in the winter. It completed the picture for the season.

“Come on Donut, just tell me what you got for yourself...” Doc asked him once more.

“Oh, you know what? FINE! It’s Christmas Eve, we can do a couple early gifts...” Donut dug something out from his bag. “HERE. This is what I got, for YOU!”

It was a shirt. Just a t-shirt, dark in color. Doc raised an eyebrow at Donut as he set down his own bags to unfold the shirt ll the way.

He could now see that it WASN’T a pain shirt; it had text, and a little picture. Two little smiling faces, one looking sweet and the other looking mischievous. It read “Naughty & Nice”.

“Well? Do you like it? I mean, do you BOTH like it? I got other stuff for each of you last week, but I wanted something that would be fun for both of you, and this seemed-”

“It’s perfect!” O’malley exclaimed. “I love it! Thank you, Donut!” Doc added.

Doc threw his arms around Donut’s neck, and the two embraced, sharing warmth and happiness for a moment...

“I’m glad... so, maybe you won’t give me a hard time for buying one for myself?”

A few minutes later, Grif and Tucker arrived. When they pulled the car up to the curb, they saw Doc wearing a darker t-shirt over his red and white stripped long-sleeved shirt. Donut had a different sweater on than the one he had left with earlier; this had a little picture of a Christmas tree on it, and the tree had the red/orange/yellow/green/blue/purple pride colors on it. The sweater also had text, which proclaimed “Don We Now Our GAY Apparel”

#red vs blue #rvb secret santa #doc dufresne #franklin delano donut #copperphysics106

77 notes · View notes

tiramisiyu · 3 years

Note

Hi Tira! Is it alright if you summarize what happened in both parts of XY’s personal story?

absolutely! (there is no better mental break from studying hell than sweet xia yan content)

Part 1

MC heads over to XY's place and grabs breakfast for the two of them - buns and soymilk that XY used to like from a place near their old home

when she heads to his place, he's not there though

then he shows up outside, carrying breakfast that he bought for the two of them too (they're adorable) (he got a light salad thing and fruit/veggie juice)

anyways while eating XY munches the buns super fast while MC takes her time, XY is like 😔 I don't wanna eat my healthy breakfast now

MC asks why he went for salad; XY says that it's because their meals were set back when he was at the capital because they were training every day and they were healthy + portable

MC tries to wipe off XY's face but then they get all blushy about it so MC lets him do it himself

XY goes off to wash the dishes while MC cleans up his kinda messy room (insert chibi RPG aspect where we look at different parts of his room. Important thing is her noting a notebook that says "10 things that a couple must do: Eat breakfast together, go supermarket shopping together, make food together...". Also a message on XY's phone about a repair project)

MC goes to see how XY's doing with the dishes, followed by cup-sharing scene that MC gets embarrassed over but XY is clueless about

They head off to MC's workplace - hella cute scene that i'll translate in detail bc why not

The whole way here, Xia Yan held tight to my hand and took me to the front desk of the law firm. This was the first time that I felt like the route to work was so short.

MC: Here so fast already...

XY: Head on in, don't be late. I'll pick you up after work.

MC: Mhmm...

XY: Hold on, have you forgotten something?

MC: What?

Xia Yan pointed at his cheek, and I curiously got closer. I stood on my tiptoes and looked at his face, where there was a bright smile. I looked all over but didn't see anything.

MC: Looks pretty clean - what are you trying to show me?

XY: Uh...

Xia Yan sighed exaggeratedly, shook his head exasperatedly, and pointed at his cheek.

XY: A goodbye kiss.

anyways when MC goes in for it, XY backs up like "oh uh I was just kidding! just a hug is fine"

MC heads in and hears ppl talking about their love troubles. A colleague tells her that everyone saw XY (man I hope Zuo Ran did not see bc that would be so awkward)

Midway through the day, XY calls in and asks about making dinner later together; after the call MC realizes that it's another thing in that notebook

after work they head to the supermarket to buy ingredients

very good domestic fluff

they head to XY's place and make the food. Too bad the braised pork ends up burning which makes XY feel really bad :( MC cheers him up by saying that they'll definitely get it next time

MC gives XY a cheek kiss to make up for the morning

Part 2

MC's been working nonstop for the past while and hasn't really been able to see XY

MC begins pulling an all nighter when XY calls in, advising her to take a break; MC ends up hanging up on him out of stress

MC works until it's all done, takes a long sleep, wakes up to see her phone full of notifs from XY yesterday, and feels bad for what she did

MC heads off to XY's place to apologize (meanwhile buying a bunch of snacks)

Then it turns out that XY went to MC's place so he rushes over back to his place

MC apologizes to XY; XY says it's alright, she was under a ton of stress, and anyways it's normal to show emotional flaws the closer you are with someone

they head off to eat snacks and talk about the repair project on a tape recorder that XY was working on

the client of the tape recorder calls in and asks XY to send it off to a specific place when he's done, which XY finds strange bc the client always came to XY's shop himself

they head off to a secondhand shop with a part that XY needs for the repair project; on the way, they see Ji Xiaoyu (Ch.4 personal) who looks a lot better - she's gotten back her parents' home that was defrauded away and is planning to go back to school

At the secondhand shop, the owner confirms that he has the part that XY needs

also look at how happy XY is when introducing MC as his girlfriend

in the secondhand shop, MC notices a sword and mirror (!!! Looming Nightmare!!) and considers buying it

they head back to XY's place

MC promises that what happened before won't happen again; XY says that it's alright even if it does, because as long as their feelings don't change, then some disagreements are fine

anyways XY suggests taking a selfie (is there a group version of this word lmao) since they haven't had one since getting together, or even after the 8 years in general, insert this cg

#ask #tears of themis #tears of themis translations #xia yan

58 notes · View notes

thanx-idonttry · 3 years

Text

Bakugou x Black Singer/Blogger!Reader

They Are Pro Heroes, like Age 25.

This came out longer than expected.

Tags: Fluff. Bakugou being a fanboy.

You weren’t hugely famous, but you were internet famous, and that’s still pretty huge. You were just a Black girl showing your voice, hoping to brighten someone’s day.

And with each video of you upload to your blog, you manage to make over 1 million people smile. And one of those 1 million people was Katsuki Bakugou, A.K.A Dynamite. One half of the #1 Pro Hero of Japan.

A few years after high school, He and Midoriya teamed up and climbed the charts to the #1 spot. As busy as he and Midoriya is, he always finds time to watch each and every one of your videos.

He made a secret page under another name, just to like and reblog your videos. He likes to start his day by clicking one of your singing videos, and blare it through his house as he gets ready for the day. He could be going to work of off for the day, he’ll play one of songs.

The man was hooked as soon as he heard you do a cover to Beyonce’s “1+1″. He was shooketh! He’s used to hearing your original songs, you rarely do covers. But he still loved it. Unable to look away from you as your power house voice blocked out everything around him. He loved hearing you sing or watching your other videos of miscellaneous things because it relates to your culture, which he really isn’t exposed to all the time. So he watches to learn more.

But he really just likes watching you. You look so passionate when you do your blogs, it was so interesting to him. You were such a foreign masterpiece to him, everything from your thick, curly (or braided) dark hair. Your brown (or Hazel) eyes seemed so bright to him. Your skin tone was so wonderful, it always made you look like you were glowing. And your attitude was nothing to play with. He realized that when you obliterated a racist hater on one of her live videos.

He was crushing, he was crushing hard and didn’t even realize it yet. He’ll put on one your videos to relax him Not long before his friends catch on and realize that he was a fan. The first to find out was Midoriya. (He works with the man sooo...) Catching Bakugou watching your videos. “Oh you Follow Y/N too? I think she’s really talented.” Midoriya says to him.

Katsuki, who was still wrapped up in watching you talk about the injustices against your race, he accidentally let “She’s so fucking wonderful.” Slip out loud, and Midoriya smirked teasingly.

Bakugou stiffened, completely frozen with wide eyes and a red tint hitting his face. “Did I hear right? Kacchan has a crush on Y/N?” He teased. In honesty, he’s happy for Bakugou.

But Bakugou being a proud man, doesn’t want to fully admit it. “SHUT THE HELL UP!! I just think she’s... Cool.” He says while still trying to cover up his flushed face, He didn’t want anyone seeing this.

He was embarrassed, his secret is out. He kept you a secret because it was his way of having you all to himself. Even though he didn’t know you and Vice Versa, he wanted you to be his in a way. So yeah, he was crushing.

“So you already know she’ll be here in a couple of weeks for her blog and to do a few promotions. Why don’t you make some arrangements to meet her?” Midoriya suggests, and it makes Bakugou nervous.

“I don’t know about that, she never really mentioned Heroes in any of her posts... I don’t think she’s interested in Pro Heroes.” Bakugou said with some disappointment in his voice

———

“The Wonder Duo once again saved over 200 civilians who were attending a charity ball that was taken hostage by villains. And—” You didn’t even get the chance to hear the rest of the news report because you started fangirling over Dynamite.

They showed clips from the incident and all you could think was how good he looked taking down those villains. You were such a fan of him, but you thought that people would discriminate you two because of your races. Don’t want to constantly hear “DyNaMiTe DoN’t EvEn LiKe BlAcK GiRls” *Insert Eye Roll*

You kept your love for him a secret, if only your fans knew that he was the reason behind every love song you made. You have merchandise from the hero, your love for him ran deep. So you were looking forward to your trip in a couple of weeks, being in the country as Dynamite gave you goosebumps.

A huge part of you was hoping to run into him while you were there. Get him to sign a few things before finishing his patrol, maybe have a little chat. You squealed at the thought of being in front of your favorite hero, thoughts of possibilities floated into your head, like possibly getting a hug, or like sing for him! You wondered if he was a fan of you.

Then a frown appeared on your face, He’s probably too busy to look at your videos. Sure you had fans, but someone like Dynamite is probably too preoccupied with cooler shit to watch your videos. I mean, you two are from different worlds. Then the comments from people of your blog saying “PRO HEROES FROM JAPAN DON’T LIKE BLACK PEOPLE” “DYNAMITE DON’T LIKE BLACK GIRLS” Blah, Blah, Blah.

You were worried that your favorite hero wouldn’t want anything to do with you. You grabbed your plushie of Dynamite and held it tight, you did your best to let them thoughts go, but you knew there was only one way to cool your jets, was to blog about it, then make a video afterwards.

You ranted about black love and the appreciation of Black x Japanese interracial love, and that it’s okay to date outside your race. Love is Love and as long as they respect each others cultures and truly love each other. After you logged off, you started getting ready for your trip. You ignored your phone going off, and continued packing.

When you were done, you decided to write a song to help with the left over nerves you got from multiple things. As you sit there in your bonnet, (Favorite color) tank top, (Other Favorite color) shorts, your house shoes booties, typing lyrics into your phone. In your most natural state, you wondered if Dynamite would like you like this.

You know that you’re beautiful, but the possibility of your future not finding you attractive does bother you. You kept telling yourself to stop thinking like that and focus on your shit. You don’t need obsessing over petty little shit from people you don’t even know.

_____

Bakugou watched your rant video the moment he woke up. He woke up and grabbed his phone. Once he saw your notification on his phone, he fully woke up and instantly clicked play. Once he didn’t see your bright smile, he knew something was up.

He laid in his bed, watching you rant about Black love. He heard you mention Pro heroes, and his eyes widened. He knew someone had irritated you, and that irritated him. He knew for sure that he, and a lot of heroes and civilians here don’t discriminate. He wanted to know who the hell filled your head with this bullshit?! He wanted to make a video, yelling at the extras that think that told you this crap. He wanted to set them straight.

But then people will find out that he’s a fan of you, and if his friends find out... he’ll never hear the end of it. Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero will tease him at every given moment. But he wanted to let you know that all of us Heroes in Japan have nothing but love for the black community.

Mirko, the Hero he was a sidekick to for 5 years, She was black. And she was the most Badass out of all heroes. He didn’t want you feel this way, he wanted to find a way to make you smile. You make him smile every morning, so he should return the favor. He’ll have to figure out while he patrolling today.

Bakugou got his opportunity while patrolling with Midoriya. The town was holding a festival and a lot of people were attending, including 5-6 News reporters. The Mayor had asked them to guard the event, and of course, being heroes, they accepted.

A idiot wannabe Villain with his quirk being animal shapeshifting, turned into a giant, raging Ape. He was bent on destroying the festival and everything that makes people happy. He and Midoriya took him down in like 10 mins, and of course, reporters wanted them to say a few words or interview them. “Dynamite! Deku! Do you have any words to say?” a reporter asked as she shoved her mic in his face.

“All I wanna say is... I fucking Love Black People, They are awesome! Awesome, strong, and especially beautiful. Shout to all the Black Girls/Women everywhere.“ Then he walked off to give the villain to the cops. Midoriya chimed in and said. “I agree with everything he said. Shout out to the Black People! If you feel like your lives don’t matter to anyone, just know and remember that they truly matter to us, and we’re going to do are hardest to make you all feel protected.“ Then he walked off, catching up to Bakugou.

____

“All I wanna say is... I fucking Love Black People, They are awesome! Awesome, strong, and especially beautiful. Shout to all the Black Girls/Women everywhere.“

“I agree with everything he said. Shout out to the Black People! If you feel like your lives don’t matter to anyone, just know and remember that they truly matter to us, and we’re going to do are hardest to make you all feel protected.“

The video you watched on the plane was weeks old, but it stills get you feeling good. After you saw this video for the first time two weeks ago, you kinda been smug about it. But not in a bad way.

You felt safe Wearing your Dynamite mearch while blogging or singing. You showed a different side of your room, The side where your shrine to Pro Heroes were. Posters, pillows, and Chibi Dolls.

You even Admitted it to your fans that you were a Hero Nerd, and that brought more followers to your page. You felt great that you didn’t have to hide anymore. Little did you know, A certain Hero was following and loving it more. Making sure to leave a like and reblog on your content.

You were excited for this trip and the Concert you were opening for tonight. You also have a Meet & Greet, so you know this will be great for your content. You were also secretly hoping to run into your dream Hero. You know they say “Don’t Meet Your Hero!” But they can eat your ass because you’re making that happen! You’re favorite hero loves Black Women.

You started to wonder... It’s kind of weird how after you made your rant video about Black Love, He said that on the news. A surge went through your body as your mind wondered to the fact that Dynamite might actually watch your videos! What if he comes to your concert? *Le gasp* What if he shows up at your meet and greet?! Your internal fangirl started coming out. You had tell yourself to calm down before the people on the plane think you’re being killed or something.

You took one selfie to show that you were on the way, posted it, and fell asleep. When you wake up, You’ll be in Japan.

____

Bakugou was changing out of his hero clothing, finally ending a long day at work. He had just got healed and patched up, and not he was prepping to leave when his phone went off. He reached for it and saw that had you had posted a selfie, and now you’re going live as you approach a familiar theatre.

His eyes widened, He knew exactly where that place was. Then Deku came bursting in, phone in his hand showing the same video he was watching. He had such excitement on his face, he honestly startled Bakugou the way Midoriya bursted in.

“KACCHAN! KACCHAN! WE CAN MAKE IT! WE CAN SEE AND MEET HER!“ Midoriya yelled. His eyes were showing that excitement when he meets a cool hero, a smile to match his excitement. “Get dressed quick! we can still make it on time to see her perform.“

“SHHHH! Shut The Fuck Up Before Someone Hears You Deku! and, I know. I’m getting ready.“ Bakugou had a slight blush on his face, and he was trembling. Why the fuck was he trembling?! He’s just going to meet a person that he enjoys. Someone that he watches damn near everyday and plays her music, nothing special right?

His heart was racing, he couldn’t control his feelings inside, but he did his best to not show them externally. He doesn’t want to look like Midoriya right now. But he had to admit it to himself, he was excited as hell.

Both of them put on hoodies and Sunglasses to hide their identity as they went to the concert. Bakugou’s trembling got a little more noticeable because he was in the same building as you. When you came on stage, Bakugou’s breath hitched. You were even more stunning in person, it was like you had a glow around you as you thanked everyone for coming out.

As you began to sing, what normally happens to Bakugou, happened 10x more. As your voice hits his ears, he tuned out everyone here. He got tunnel vision, and all he could see and here was you. Midoriya looked at his friend and noticed that Bakugou had loving/relaxed smile on his face. His eyes glued on you. And that gave Midoriya an Idea.

When you were done with your performance, Midoriya dragged Bakugou backstage, to your dressing room. The guards weren’t letting them pass until Midoriya revealed who they were, then the doors flew open for them. (Perks of Being the #1 Heroes.) They knocked on the door, and heard your voice, Bakugou tensed up.

The only thing that separated you and him was a door. Bakugou’s breathing got heavy, all common sense and the words he knew floated out his head. all he thought was “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! SHE’S BEHIND THIS DOOR!!!”

You asked who was it, and Of course, Midoriya was the one to speak first. “Hi, you don’t know us, but My name is Deku, and I’m the #1-“

The door flew opened before Midoriya had the chance to finish. You stood the with your eyes wide and jaw to the floor. In front of you stood Japan’s #1 heroes, you couldn’t believe it. “No fucking way!” was all you could get out. “I just wanted to say that I know you had a meet and greet, but we’re big fans, especially my partner here. We couldn’t wait” Midoriya finished before pushing Bakugou forward towards you.

Bakugou stumbled but caught himself as he stood directly in front of you. There you stood, in all your glory, looking like a Black Goddess. He felt like he wasn’t worthy to be in your presence. He had to collect himself, he had to say something to you! Wait a minute, he’s Katsuki fucking Bakugou! Dynamite! The Great Explosion Murder God! He shouldn’t be nervous! He’s got this

He cleared his throat, then you smiled at him. All that nerve he built, fluttered away like butterflies. He grew a love sick smile and looked at you lovingly. “I love you” Slipped out of his mouth. You gasped, then Bakugou realized what he said and nervously tried to correct his mistake. “Your Work! I love your work! I mean I don’t love you- not to sound like I hate you, I-I mean I actually think you’re amazing....ly talented! Oh Fuck! Let me start over! I’m Dynamite, but you already know that, but you can call me Bakugou. And I enjoy your work.”

Remember what they said about meet you heroes? EAT MY ASS FUCKERS! DYNAMITE IS A FAN!!!!

“He’s a huge fan! he watches everything you post!“ Deku chimed in with his teasing voice and smirk, which caused Bakugou to threaten Midoriya to shut up. You stepped aside to let the two pro heroes into your dressing room.

There the three of you talked. But it was mostly you and Bakugou talking. You find out that he’s been following you for a while and vice versa. You and Bakugou hit off so well, he invited you to lunch and you invited him to do a vid with him.

It was like the more you talk, the more Bakugou grew to like you. He gave you his contact info because he wanted to keep in touch with you. He appreciated everything that you are, and would love to see more of you in person. Even offered to pay for you to come back soon.

The two of you started traveling to see one another, like him traveling to the states and you going to his country. It wasn’t long before you two started dating. You two doing vids together, and him recording you sing.

Lets just say the world couldn’t predict that you and Japan’s biggest Hero would be a huge Power Couple.

353 notes · View notes

pikemoreno · 3 years

Text

lucky

pairing: marcus moreno x gn!reader

request: from @chibi-liz05 “Can I request a Marcus Moreno fic (or ficlet, or drabble) where either Marcus or reader gets hurt (not seriously hurt) and end up in a med bay, kinda woozy from pain meds and they have a funny and/or cute conversation when the other one goes to check on the one hurt? Please.”

warnings: mentions of blood, injuries, death. it starts out pretty darn angsty, but gets silly and fluffy i promise. these two are hella married.

word count: 2.7k

a/n: honestly this is nothing like you asked for until the end? but this lil drabble idea inspired this whole one shot so i hope you enjoy what you helped my brain create? i loved this, needless to say.

i love this himbo and i’m so happy to write for him.

And thank you for the medical advice to @disgruntledspacedad! Thanks for helping me choose the right drug! 😆

wanna join a taglist? | masterlist

This was Marcus’s least favorite part of his job.

As the newly deemed Director of the Heroics, he was the one to decide who went out on what mission when and with who. Normally it wasn’t too tall of an order. After all, he was chosen as director for good reason. He was perfect for the job. He was smart, organized, resourceful, and tried in everything to understand people-- whether that be in their personal habits or in their superpowered strengths. He was often commended for his ability to form the perfect teams for whatever job arose; and it came pretty naturally, it really did.

That is, until emotion got involved, until personal bias compromised his decision making.

He was determined to not let you go on the mission, absolutely not. The band of powered individuals the team was going after were incredibly dangerous and unpredictable.They’d been a problem for months and this mission was all or nothing. The high stakes and vulnerable position made him incredibly reluctant to make you a part of the team that was heading out under the cover of night to apprehend them. When he didn’t name you among them, he was immediately countered by the rest of the heroes in the room about the choice.

By all the accounts they were right. Given the tactics of the mission at hand, your teleportation abilities were perfect for the job. And if he was being even a little more honest, he’d agree with Miracle Guy that not sending you with them was a “disservice to the team.” It was and he knew it. In a very un-Marcus Moreno move, he was making the completely wrong choice and he wasn’t going to let the sound judgement of anyone else change his mind.

“Psion is not going and that is final,” he boomed. The room became deathly silent. “Now, go get ready. You leave in 20.” But no one moved, no one could. They were glued to the floor, watching their unflappable leader become uncharacteristically flapped.

Marcus was the one to stomp out of the room first and you followed him without hesitation.

“Marcus,” you called, nearly running to keep up with long strides. “Marcus!”

He didn’t even deign to turn around.

In a blink you were now in front of Marcus, hands out to stop him from continuing on without talking to you.

“No teleporting outside of work, Psion” he snapped lowly, but he still obliged your silent request and remained in front of you. You blinked at the small outburst.

“Mind losing the ‘tude so we can talk like adults?” You countered. Marcus lowered his head and whispered an apology. At that you stepped closer to him, your hands coming to rest on his tense shoulders in a soothing manner. “What’s bothering you, love? You know you can talk to me. This isn’t like you at all.”

When his eyes met yours again they were pained.

“It’s too dangerous,” was all he could get out at the moment. His exhale was unsteady as he leaned in, his forehead meeting yours in a much more “Marcus” gesture that brought you both back down to earth.

You sighed, fingers carding through the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “Of course it is. It always is.”

“Not like this,” he countered, biting his lip. “These guys are no joke.”

“Neither am I,” you grinned, tapping his nose with your own before pulling back to look at his face in full. He laughed a little, but it wasn’t whole-hearted, you saw it in his eyes.

“And I trust you. I do. I know you’re capable. I just--”

“Worry?”

“Yeah, that.” His eyebrows were furrowed. You softly ran a thumb across the harsh lines it made, smoothing them and making him smile.

“I’m not going to lie to you and say nothing is going to happen. Because it might.” He winced at the words, not wanting to think too hard on what “it” could be. “But I’m prepared and so is the rest of the team. We’re gonna watch each other’s backs like we always do and getting everyone out safely is going to be our priority over completing the mission. It’s going to be business as usual and it’s going to be OK. I’m going to be OK. You’ve gotta let me go. They need me out there tonight.”

“I know,” he sighed. “Just… Be careful. Be ready in 10.” You sighed in relief.

“Thank you, Marcus.” You kissed him. “It’s gonna be fine.” He kissed you. “We’ve got ‘em this time. I know it.” One last kiss, strong and lingering. You tilted your head, an invitation-- no, a plead-- for a deeper kiss, which he obliged before being the one to break it.

“Go,” he murmured, “Or you won’t make it before they leave.” You nodded, taking a deep breath. “Be careful. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled through the sudden onset of nerves before turning and walking down the hallway to join up with the rest of the team.

***

That had been hours ago. Now Marcus was in command with a skeleton crew, the late hours of the assignment sending most of the support and technical team home. He quickly decided that was probably for the best. The sweet little interns did not need to see their mentor so stressed and antsy. No, he had to be “on” for them, he had to be the Marcus Moreno. And he couldn’t be that right now. Right now he was an anxious husband and teammate.

“Where are they now, Connie?” he asked the poor woman at the comms desk behind him for the upteenth time that hour.

“Trackers say they’re still in the hanger, sir. Last update was that they had the grunts and were waiting for the ring leader to respond to their distress call.”

He wasn’t responding. It’d been two hours. And that was a major cause for concern.

“Tell them to just bring who they have back here and we’ll keep searching for him. This is still a win as far as I’m concerned.”

The man who was on comms moved to press the talk button to speak to the team, but the comm crackled to life before he had the opportunity.

“It’s an ambush!” Miracle Guy yelled from the other side, “We’re sitting ducks out here!”

Marcus’ heart dropped into his stomach.

“Go! Go! Get back to the-” He heard your panicked voice call out, the sentence interrupted by a cry of pain.

The room spun. Marcus knew he was yelling but he couldn’t hear a word of what he said. It all just sounded like white noise now, mixing with the jumbled thoughts in his head and the ringing in his ears. He must’ve said something right though, because everyone was working. One was arranging a rescue, one was calling out the vitals of the team via the trackers on their wrists-- everything seemed fine by the tone of voice, but Marcus couldn’t be sure. He couldn’t grasp a word that was said to him. He was totally on autopilot, only able to respond in vague nods of yes or no.

“Hey,” one voice next to him cut through the fog and he looked up to Lucas, the man who ran comms, “They’re going to be ok.”

Marcus’s response was non-committal, not wanting to pull the young man down to share his current state of mind, but not allowing himself to share in his confident optimism either.

The next hour went by in a whirlwind and the next thing he knew, Marcus was downstairs in the medical wing waiting on you and your team to arrive. He’d been in this position before and the thought of it made his throat close up. The images flashed through his mind of a gurney and too much blood and a confused little girl and black clothing on a rainy day in April.

He closed his eyes harder as if to block it all out.

No, it couldn’t be like last time.

It was then that he heard the distinct sound of the sliding doors opening and the murmur of a small group of people. His eyes shot open and, though he stood to his feet, he felt that he could collapse in relief. There was no gurney. Minimal blood-- just a couple of cuts on your face. You were hobbling in, arm around Miracle Guy as he helped you keep pressure off of your left leg. Your face was pained, which probably should have concerned him more, but he was just too happy to see you upright… Breathing. As long as he had that, you could get through anything else together.

He watched as the medical team surrounded all of you, asking questions, prodding delicately at injuries. Marcus could vaguely hear your voice cutting in and out through it all.

“Super strength… Kicked… Broken.”

They had asked you a couple more unheard questions that you responded to in a simple yes or no and then they were leading you to sit on one of the beds. He watched as you went, noticing the way you were looking around for… Something.

Oh.

He smiled.

You were looking for him.

In all his panic and then relief, it hadn’t occurred to him that you would want to see him just as badly in your current state. His heart warmed at the way your tired eyes lit up when they met his. He all but ran to you.

“Hey baby,” he cooed, leaning in to capture your lips in a deep kiss. He’d never been more in awe of you, that you were real, that way you were his, that he could kiss you freely. When he pulled away he observed your injuries closer. Head wounds were always scary amounts of bloody, but he could see that all of the cuts were minor. He brushed a strand of hair away from where sweat and blood had plastered it to your forehead. “What happened? How are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better,” you hissed as a stab of pain surged through your leg. He looked down to observe it. His immediate diagnosis wasn’t a good one. It was terribly hard to break a femur, but he was certain this was exactly what it would look and feel like. “Some super-strength asshole kicked me in the thigh to knock me down and--” You winced again. “They think she broke my femur, and I would have to agree.”

“I have to say I’m thinking that too,” he sighed. “I’m so sorry.” He kissed your forehead in between the cuts.

“What are you sorry for? You’re the one that tried to keep me from going. I forced you to let me go.”

“I should’ve stood my ground and had you and the team be mad at me,” he said completely seriously.

“You’re ridiculous.” You side-eyed him, but smiled through the words. One of the medical staff returned at that moment, bringing over supplies to clean your cuts and asking if you’d like something for the pain while they got prepped for surgery. You nodded eagerly.

“I’ll take this over,” Marcus said, hands open to take the first aid kit, “If you want to go get that?”

“Oh, sir I couldn’t ask you to--” The young woman gawked, slightly unbelieving that her boss’s boss’s boss would volunteer to do her job.

“You’re not asking me, I’m asking you.”

“A-- Yes, right away.” She handed him the kit and seemed to flee his presence to get an IV ready. You sat in silence a few moments as he prepared everything. He seemed lost, even in this small task. It took him longer than it should’ve to get his ducks in a row.

“Someone’s a little edgy,” you prodded, watching as too-intense eyes focused on cleaning dried blood from your forehead. He shook his head, eyes softening, but maintaining their focus. The whole endeavor was very clearly an attempt at keeping his hands as busy as his mind was.

“I’d thought I‘d lost you. I thought...” His jaw tightened-- and it wasn’t due to the effort of wiping up blood. You stopped his hand from continuing its ministrations, lacing your fingers together.

“That it was all happening again?” you whispered.

“It was like deja vu, baby. Everything was just like before.” The last word almost came out like a whimper.

“But it’s not. I’m right here. I’m ok.” You brought your forehead to meet his comfortingly. The cuts stung just a little at the touch, but you remained there with him, feeling a deep, grounding breath fan lightly across your face.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You kissed his nose and pulled away as you heard the medic return with the Versed for the pain. Marcus stayed right by your side as you were put on the IV, a hand staying firmly on yours. Which more for him than for you if he was honest. It brought him back to reality and out of his head. He no longer had to imagine the worst, because the best had happened. You were really there. It wasn’t a repeat of the aching horror of seven years before, the day that still had you shaking him awake from unspoken nightmares. You’d made it home to him and Missy-- but he was going to be hard-pressed to go against his better judgment again, no matter how much the team needed you.

“Alright, you’ll start to feel it in just a few seconds. We’ll be back soon to take you into surgery, ok?” the medic explained to you as the IV was in place. You nodded.

“In the meantime, let me keep working on this,” Marcus gestured to the bandages in the kit. As he got to work, he watched the look in your eyes totally change, the Versed taking effect.

“Are you alright?” he asked, covering the cut that just barely grazed your right eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you sighed dreamily in a total demeanor change. The whole room lit up in his eyes. Marcus grinned at the way your posture slumped just slightly in relaxation. “And how are you?” you winked. Oh, this was going to be fun. He really needed to keep you talking.

“I’m doing great. Happy to be here with you, sweetheart. Now, sit still while I take care of this last cut,” he cooed.

“Ok,” you giggled. “What a charmer.”

“I try my best, darling.” He played along, enjoying the way the Versed had turned you into a starstruck girl with a crush.

“Oh noooo,” you squeaked suddenly.Marcus panicked, checking you over quickly for further injury.

“What is it? Are you ok?”

But you only grabbed his left hand, holding it up.

“You’re married!”

Marcus blinked. What was in that stuff they’d given you? You put your face in your hands and Marcus tried to contain his laughter at the way your voice was muffled by your fingers. “You’ve been so nice and caring! I wanted to ask you on a dateeee. I’m so sorry if I came on too strong.”

“Baby,” he called with a sweet lilt to his voice-- still trying to hold in a laugh.

“You shouldn’t call me that,” you sighed sadly, pouting, “You’re married. We can’t be together.”

“Of course I’m married,” he held your left hand up now, “I’m married to you, you goof.” You blinked at the silvery ring on your finger.

“Oh!” you practically yelled, “That’s so cool!” Marcus’ heart warmed at the way your eyes lit up at the realization. Even drugged out of your mind you were excited to be with him. He couldn’t help but feel likewise.

“I agree,” he smiled, “It’s very cool.” He intertwined his fingers and yours.

“I’m so lucky,” you grinned toothily in response. It was so unlike the smiles you usually gave him: too exaggerated and, in a word, dopey. But it held the same affection.

“No, I’m definitely the lucky one,” he countered. Your grin faltered slightly as you grew sleepy-- another possible effect of the Versed, he guessed. “Now, go ahead and lay back for me ok? I’ll see you as soon as you’re out of surgery.” You nodded in agreement and then right off to sleep.

Oh, he could not wait for you to get out so he could tell you about just how “lucky” the two of you were.

#marcus moreno x reader #bri writes #marcus moreno

262 notes · View notes

heyitsyn · 3 years

Text

Manager!Seijoh Part 8

a/n: okay so since my halloween special was a flop ill write this instead but uwuwuwuwu its also my birthday today so hehe this is kinda a special request too :D

WAIT YOU GUYS THIS IS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT IF YOURE NOT A POTTERHEAD BUT OMG I SHARE THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS SIRIUS BLACK LIKE WHAT :”) I THINK I SAVED A COUNTRY IN MY PAST LIFE OR SOMETHING :”)

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

- IF IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY! omg :0 i think we can all agree that the ramen shop will get GOOD BUSINESS that day. but it was a total surprise when the upperclassmen basically JUMP you after exiting your last class. vball practice? deliberately cancelled cuz today is YOUR day. kyo leading you, iwa making sure your eyes are closed while oikawa keeps teasing you on how you’re letting a group of men take you BLIND (cue the PUNCH). your smile is worth the XXX amount spent c,:

LOOK HOW CUTE MATTSUHANA ARE IN THIS LIKE OMG ITS LIKE IWAOI SPIRIT SWITCHED W THEIRS AND NOW IWAOI HAVE TO PULL THEM APART INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND

okay yay happy birthday to me uwu

i kinda put this request off since my borfday was right around the corner so hahaha to the anon who requested this, here it is!!!

okay anyways!!!

so today is your borfday

obvs this could be any day lmao it doesnt have to be today but it can be any day just pretend the calendar was different lmao

you were born today and your parents and natsu obvs celebrated it the morning you woke up

like you were peacefully holding your squirtle plushie and snuggling close to get more sleep bc it was still early

but natsu quite literally kicked your door down and your parents walked in with a large cake with candles

STEPBRO WHAT ARE YOU-

okay ill stop now

ofc you were startled bc what the hek

like you were so surprised that you rolled off the bed and landed harshly on the floor

instead of being yanno ‘yey! its my borfday!’ you were like ‘dear asahi kill me’

waking you up at the buttcrack of dawn?

lmao 10/10 not recommend

natsu felt really bad and he pulled you up from the floor and situated you back on the bed while your parents backtracked back downstairs

‘ohmygosh babygirl im so sorry i didnt mean to hulk smash you to the floor’

im sorry sir what 💀

this whore

you waved him off but he still felt guilty so he just pressed kisses to your forehead to soothe it

meanwhile youre just leaning against him, eyes closed, bc you grew up with natsu always doing this whenever you got hurt so it was such a soff moment for you

eventually, he was able to bring you downstairs and your parents were lowkey scared lmao but you smiled at them

‘thank you for the cake’

they breathed a sigh of relief and you sat down on the chair to eat breakfast

‘here darling’

you accepted the bowl of rice from your madre and you ate your birthday breakfast with them while yall are saving the cake for later during dinner

when you finished, you were getting up and shouting up the stairs that you were showering first

hehe natsu was all like ‘lmao why? its like 4 in the morning’

you froze, foot hovering over a step and you sighed

‘excuse me what 💀‘

yea no

you were dragged back to the kitchen and you were all pouty bc duh who the hek wants to wake up that early but your parents saved themselves by giving you your parents early

(literally anything you guys want they gave you okay? but only like 3 lmao not a bajillion things)

you were still grateful for everything and you felt very much appreciated

since it was still early, you just decided to screw it and got ready to go to school early and set up the gym for early morning practice

natsu volunteered to go with you to school but you shook your head

‘nah, im okay. the walk is peaceful’

he huffed, crossing his arms, but nodded anyways

‘fine. only because its your birthday’

hehehehe the amount of freedom during your day of birth

you were of course the first one in the gym but you didnt mind bc you actually liked the quietness that was so rare inside there

you turned on some (f/m) (lmao favorite/music) and you were sweeping, unknowingly swaying and dancing slightly

at around 5:40, the third years have arrived and since theyre the eldest, they usually get there first

omg the blush explosion on their faces when they saw you twirling around with the mop and ofc oikawa being the little poopie head he is, he swooped in and held your waist

you got startled but seeing the soft brown eyes of your captain made a soft smile appear on your face

‘hello, oikawa-san’

you whispered and he nuzzled his face to the side of your head softly

‘morning, y/n-chan’

before he could go on, iwa threw him away behind him and you giggled

mattsun raised an eyebrow at your odd behavior

‘hm? why are you so happy today, y/n-chan?’

you stopped then chuckled

‘nothing much, mattsun-san’

you didnt really want to tell them it was your birthday bc tbh you didnt think it was a big deal or anything

the others werent complaining bc they rarely see you so lively and upbeat and they loved it

you were humming under your breath for gods sake

the other boys have trickled in and again, they also went ‘?’

your soft smiles, giggles, and joy was everything to them

god bless for this beautiful morning

poor kindaichi cowered in fright as he braced himself for a scolding from you for missing a block but he got even more scared when you just patted his head

‘its okay, yuu-kun. there’s always a next time’

yea there was something wrong

unfortunately, school was starting and they weren’t able to start questioning you and there aint no way kindaichi and kunimi were going to do that themselves without the upperclassmen who could calm you down if you got too defensive

you were skipping down the hallway and you even looped your arms around your first year friends and they shared a confused look before being dragged by you

during class, darling kunimi was too busy and distracted by your quiet singing of some show that takeru watched when you were over

‘KUNIMI-SAN, IS MATH SO BORING THAT YOU FIND INTEREST ON L/N-SAN INSTEAD?’

yes, yes it is

but he didnt say that and instead turned away so fast that you felt the wind beside you

DID A 180 CRAZY~~~

he texted the separate bros group chat about you still being all happy and they were all curious as to what makes you so happy

during lunch time, kindaichi usually went over to go eat with you and kunimi right?

but he was surprised when he just saw kunimi there without you

‘wh-’

‘i dont know’

‘what do you mean you dont know?!’

nah fam we not dying yet

natsu texted you earlier that he had a bento for you that he made himself and he wanted you to eat it instead of the one your mom made

you were passing by the building entrance door thingy and caught the attention of the third years who were at the rooftop eating their lunch

there was also other students outside and they watched your flowery aura skip over to the equally attractive hiroshi natsu

‘y/n-chan~’

he cooed and you smiled up at him

curse him and his tall height

he let you hold the f/c cloth covered box so he could cup your face and kiss over your booboo again

‘wo mow, matsu-’

translation: no more, natsu!

you whined as he kept kissing your forehead and you were turning red at the attention from the other students

dang oikawa crushed his juice box at the sight even though he knew natsu was just a cousin

‘ill save you, y/n-chan!’

he shouted, already flying down the stairs towards you and the other third years after him to keep him from doing something stupid

but they also lowkey wanna see you too

but by the time they reached the entrance, you were already walking away and even passed by the quartet, giving them a close-eyed smile and a cute ‘hello!’

the 3 were distracted by you and were coddling you while oikawa ran out and shouted after natsu’s retreating form

‘natsu! oi, natsu!’

as if the boy was purposely ignoring him, natsu kept walking forward

‘HIROSHI NATSU!’

his scream finally made him turn around and natsu’s face held a teasing smirk

‘oya? chibi-chan?’

KDJFSLFDFKDSJKFD YES YOU CALLED?

oikawa huffed and panted as he firmly walked over to natsu

‘tell me, hiroshi natsu. why is y/n-chan all cutesy and happy today?’

then the smirk fell, replaced by an actual, genuine annoyed look

‘hah?’

oikawa blinked

‘what do you mean ‘hah’?’

natsu waved his hands around in a frenzy of shock

‘so you mean to tell me, you, oikawa tooru, the dude who literally woke up the neighborhood at the buttcrack of dawn a few weeks ago, in love with my cousin, doesn’t know what today is?’

‘was i supposed to,,,, know?’

KSDLFJSDKFJDS THIS DUDE

natsu’s face became a meme and the guy was so disappointed that he just turned around and continued walking

oikawa gasped and clutched natsu’s arm, begging and pleading to tell him

ofc the little shite natsu is, he smirked down at oikawa’s kneeling form

‘hmm, gotta say, chibi-kun. i like this view~’

KDSLFJSDKFJLSDKFJDKS WHOS CHILD ARE YOU, HIROSHI NATSU

‘tell me, natsu-chan!’

the puppy eyes of oikawa tooru not only affected girls but also boys fully socked homosexual boys so natsu had to turn away, fighting down a blush

stay loyal to katsuki

wait, no, probably tetsu

or kenma

or both

or keiji

‘-me! natsu-chan!’

that snapped the pink-haired boy out of his thoughts and crossed his arms, glaring down at oikawa

‘hm, why do you wanna know so bad? youre on your knees, begging me for information you shouldve already known since you claim to like her so much’

oikawa pouted and he sniffled

‘i wanna know everything about y/n-chan. i wanna know what today is so i can make her as happy as she is today forever!’

‘youre so cheesy’

natsu chided and oikawa pouted even harder causing natsu to sigh and pinch his nose

‘the girl was born today’

oikawa’s face lit up and he hurriedly stood on his feet, hands on natsu’s biceps since he could barely reach natsu’s shoulders bc of his 6′5 height

‘its her birthday today?!’

‘i literally just said that-’

‘oh my gosh! we need to plan something!’

oikawa started but then frowned

‘but we’re in school so it would be too late to do a surprise when we finish’

his mumbles

filled their vicinity and natsu finally realized where exactly they were so he tugged the still mumbling boy over to the side out of people’s view

ohmygosh if i saw 2 handsome, tall, hot boys there, id be staring too omg

‘oi, oikawa’

he still didnt budge until natsu had to kick him at the leg

rip not his knee yall

tooru flinched and hatefully glared at the boy but natsu pointedly glared at him right back

‘before you start bitching to me, i was just gonna suggest i can help you and your little plan to woo my baby cousin’

as if he wasn’t irritated in the first place, tooru lit up and he excitedly clung onto natsu

‘really? you’ll really help me?’

natsu rolled his eyes and tried to pry the brunette off of him but he felt the grip tighten

‘listen, oikawa, as much as i like having pretty boys hang on to me, i’d really appreciate if you just back off a bit and actually understand what im saying’

can i just say how long their lunch break is?

and not at natsu trying to get with oikawa and oikawa completely missing it

‘you can go do your education scam system thing while i can go set things up over at that one noodle place she likes’

natsu explained

oikawa was about to smile until he paused and leaned away

‘theres a catch. i know theres a catch’

then natsu smirked, confirming oikawa’s suspicion

‘ill think about what i really want but for now, i just wanna see that one doggie boy you guys have. also, your friend with the big arms’

lmao imagine the surprise in oikawa’s face

‘YOU GO FOR THEM BUT NOT ME?!’

‘why? you want me to?’

‘YES! i mean, well-no but YES!’

‘*sigh*’

thats how oikawa ended up telling the boys about the last minute birthday surprise for you and the help from natsu

‘yea, apparently its her birthday. also, iwa-chan, kyoken-chan, you need to talk to natsu-chan’

‘hah?! why?!’

‘THAT IDIOT?!’

you were minding your own business during class until you saw kunimi raise his hand

‘yes, kunimi-kun?’

‘bathroom’

normally, you wouldve just looked away but you noticed him grab his bag when the teacher wasn’t looking which prompted you to sigh since he was skipping class

i mean, whats the point of skipping class when the day is about to be over in like 15 minutes anyways?

‘make sure to come to practice’

you whispered when he passed and he smiled, making you raise an eyebrow bc that was a smile you knew that had a hidden meaning behind it

when the bell rang, everyone nyoomed themselves out of there and you were just walking past the door when a body came crashing to you which made you distracted and allowed a chance of vulnerability

there was a pair of hands covered your eyes from behind, hands grabbed your own from in front, and an arm around your waist started to guide you forward

‘um, just so you know, i have the power of god, anime, and iwa-san by my side and i wont hesitate to kick you in the di-’

‘its so cute when y/n-chan threatens us’

a voice from in front of you hums and you smiled

‘you wont think im really cute once youre on the floor clutching your di-’

‘oi, y/n, ill wash your tongue with soap’

‘yes, iwa-san’

you continued to walk, completely trusting at the hands of your boys, when you felt yourself being pulled to turn a corner

‘iwa-san? aren’t we going to the gym? why are we exiting the gates?’

the boys exchanged a look of amazement at your sense of intuition and the accuracy of your guess despite being deprived of your senses

‘dont think you can lie to us, y/n-chan! how could you not tell us its your birthday today?!’

you heard mattsun a few feet in front of you whine and you giggled

‘its not important’

then kyotani scoffed, you knowing it was him by feeling him twitch by the arm around your waist

‘boke, of course its important’

‘so your punishment for lying to us, we’re kidnapping you’

makki teased and you rolled your eyes beneath iwa’s hands

‘oh, shiver me timbers’

the walk continued, you still being dragged around, and you heard oikawa laugh

‘oh dear, its a sight to see, ain’t it? if only you can see the looks people are giving us, y/n-chan~ a group of boys taking a little girl like you? how could you trust us to not do something to you-ACK!’

you cut him off when you lifted your foot to kick right where it hurts the most

forget his weewee

its the knee

poor child crumbled to the floor and had to be picked up by baby watari

‘oh wata-cchi, youre the only one who cares about oikawa-san!’

you heavily sighed at the exagerrated theatrics of your captain

‘the one day. the one day when he could be a normal person for once’

you grumbled but stopped when you heard iwa laugh by your ear

‘he’s right you know. you technically lied to us when we asked if there was something special’

you shivered and you leaned your head back

‘its okay, iwa-san. we can talk about it after this event. make sure to give me my present, okay?’

SKDLFJSDKFJDSKFLDS GIRL NO I CANT I WANNA JUMP-

but iwa chuckled and he promised you that you would love his present

kyotani’s arm tightened around you, as if prompting you that he was still there and he wanted your attention too

‘careful there, pup’

he warned when you almost tripped over air

‘hehe, i know ill always be safe when youre next to me, kyo-san’

you teased and he was lucky your eyes were covered bc you would see the way his cheeks tinted red

‘s-shut up, idiot! maybe i shouldve just let you fall and hit your head! not like its gonna do damage since theres nothing there anyways!’

you just giggled and he retaliated by pinching your waist to which you squealed and gripped his hands

then the smell of the ramen broth entered your nose

‘are we-?’

‘nope! not there yet, y/n-chan!’

oikawa’s voice made you whine and complain but then he stopped, making everyone else stop too

‘okay, iwa-chan, kyoken-chan, release her!’

both grumbled something about you being treated like a pokemon but stopped when your eyes widened and contorted into confusion

‘huh?’

oikawa grinned and your eyes met to see the way his eyes crinkled, a tell-tale sign that this one was a rare genuine smile

‘come on! lets go!’

you let him take you inside the restaurant until your feet stopped, eyes wide when you noticed the streamers and the cake by the corner

your parents stood with natsu by the table and a large smile decorated your face

‘you,, you did this for me?’

you whispered and the team made noises of agreement

‘we had to do something for you to celebrate the day you were born. its a special day because you came into the world and we were able to meet you’

yahaba grinned and you gave him a big hug but you leaned back a bit so that the others would know you’re talking to them too

‘everyone, thank you. i love you’

they all scoffed a bit to hide their flustered state but they still smiled and each gave you a hug

‘oi! come here and eat the food! oikawa’s paying today!’

natsu shouted, which caught the attention of some customers in the restaurant, but they just ignored it bc theyve seen you and the team so many times that yall practically lived there

‘what?! i didnt-’

oikawa started but your mother came up to him and clasped her hands to his, sharing the same exact grin you have

‘you must be oikawa tooru. y/n has told me loads about you’

excuse him while he descends to heaven bc your mother is practically another you

iwa was already acquainted with your dad so they started talking and you just stood back, observing your two families interact with each other

you were so unbelievably happy that it hurts

kindaichi noticed you and he slinked away from the debate between makki and mattsun to go sling an arm around you

‘so? what do you think?’

you turned to him with glassy eyes

‘im so blessed. so blessed to have these amazing people with me’

poor babie panicked a bit bc he didnt really know how to comfort a crying girl but he just wrapped his arms around you

‘hehe, its kinda the other way around actually. we’re blessed to have someone like you’

he whispered and you giggled then playfully hit his shoulder

‘so cheesy, yuu-kun’

he leaned away from the hug and gave you an offended look

‘but its true! i dont know what we did to have-’

‘Y/N-CHAN! NO! HELP!’

oikawa shouted from the other side, cutting off your soft moment with kindaichi

‘what are you doing, natsu?’

you noticed your cousin wrapping his arms around your captain and trying to drag him away but poor tooru was scrambling to escape

‘we made a deal, didnt we, darling~? i know what i want now and youre going to have to give me you’

oikawa screamed

a/n: can we please pretend i posted this on november 3? bc i was dumb and forgot to post this and KLDJLSDKFJDSKD IM SO ANGRY but its okay at least i am able to publish this haha

427 notes · View notes

pockyxx · 3 years

Text

“ how the haikyuu captains confess ”

daichi x fem! reader, kuroo x fem! reader, ushijima x fem! reader, bokuto x fem reader and oikawa x fem! reader

genre: fluff.

daichi

people already though the two of you were dating

he always does typical boyfriend things i.e holds bags, compliments, the only thing that was missing was physical intimacy

he’d be on the fine line of romantic and straight forward

he kinda already knew that you knew he liked you

he got the team’s advice on what to do but it was useless bc they’ve never been with a girl RIP

“Y/n, I’m glad I caught up to you!” He seemed a little more nervous than normal but you brushed it off as just nervous for his up coming practice match.

“Hey Daichi-san, what’s up?” You closed your locker, finishing up with your own club activities. The two of you continued to walk while also keeping up the conversation, Daichi holding the door open for you.

Your heart slightly fluttered as you walked so close with them, wondering if today was the day that Daichi was finally going to confess. One of the first years had accidentally let it slip one day when you stopped by his practice.

“Well, actually, there’s been something on my mind. It’s been on my mind for a while, honestly.” He stopped walking, nervously opening his backpack to grab something.

You gave him an innocent look even though it’s been a moment you’ve been waiting for for a long time.

“I like you, y/n. Like a lot.” He extended his hand and offered you your favorite candy bar, something that he always carried around with him. “I like when I get to see your bright smile, and your laugh makes me feel so warm inside. I just like the person I am around you and how you make me want to be a better person all together.”

It had been clear that he hadn’t exactly planned what he was going to say but it was still meaningful nonetheless.

“It took you long enough.” You flashed a cheeky grin, “Hinata told me by accident, I’ve just been waiting for you to finally spill the beans.” You laughed, filling his heart with joy.

“So this means you’ll let me take you on a date?” He wondered, blushing and making a mental note to make the younger boy run extra laps. You nodded rapidly, taking his hands in yours, proceeding with your walk.

kuroo

have you seen how he talks to his team

he would have his confession planned for a week

He’d be rehearsing that shit in the mirror every morning

he’d probably get really freaked out the day of though

when you say you like him back and confess in a similar manner he’s as red as a tomato

he practiced on kenma and get his advice

“Are you a carbon sample? Because I want to date you-” Kuroo was instantly cut off by his younger friend who was still glued to his game.

“You’re really going to finish off such a sentimental confession with a stupid chemistry pick up line. That’s gross.” He commented as Kuroo was left scratching his head. He’d been planning on confessing to you for a while now but was still stuck on what to say.

“But she loves when I made chemistry jokes.” His face dropped, conflicted with what to do. Was his friend right? Do girls not like that sort of thing?

“Well you better decide quick because her she comes.” You had turned the corner with all their refilled water bottles and his heart began to race up. What would happen if you said you didn’t like him back? It would create such an awkward relationship between you two; which wouldn’t be good between a captain and a team manager.

“Here are your waters.” You passed both volleyball players their drinks as you rested your hands on your hips, “what were you guys talking about?”

Kenma kept a straight face while Kuroo flushed slightly. Pressing a finger to your lips, you thought of a way to lighten the clearly tense mood.

“You’ve defiantly being improving your serves, Kuroo-san. I’ve been keeping ion you!” You covered your mouth, not wanted to let out a laugh at such a cheesy joke. That was Kenma’s cue to walk off, giving Kuroo the thumbs up to proceed-- it was now or never.

“Well, there’s something you should know too, chibi-can.” He swallowed any anxious nerves he had, “You make my heart flutter every moment I see you; you just take me breath away and not just because of you looks. I like how funny you are, and you always seem to put a smile on my face. I know this is very random but I’ve been holding in my feelings for a very long time and I thought I was going to explode not being able to tell you.”

You smiled, bashing your eyelashes, you never knew your captain had feelings for you. Heck, your crush had feelings for you.

“So basically, what I’ve been meaning to ask is; are you a carbon sample? Because I want to date you?” He held his breath, wondering if Kenma was going to be right. His heart pounded even faster at the sight of your lips twisting to an even bigger smile (if that was even possible).

ushijima

it could go one of two ways

either he could be super blunt and hit you with the ‘I like you y/n.’

OR it would be over the top and only because he consulted tendou

tendou’s probably watched a handful of romance animes and has ushijima prepares chocolates, flowers, the whole 9 yards

ushi is just nodded and taking notes like...

just confess to her at the summer festival, girls love that, bonus points if you do it under the fire works.

tendou’s words rang through ushijimas head as he walked side by side with you at the summer festival. he’d done everything tendou had instructed him to up until that point. he’s bought you the best taiyaki, he’d let you hold his hand as to not get lost in the crowd and he’d even won you a small stuffed animal that now rested under your arm pit.

“I think the fireworks are about to start.” you hummed as wakatoshi realized he needed to get into the right position.

“then why don’t we go someone more private.” he offered you a rare smile as your cheeks started to burn up with fluster.

it wasn’t like ushijima was a cold heart person but seeing him suggest something so thoughtful, your heart fluttered with the idea that someone greater was about to happen.

nodding, you let ushijima pull you off as the two of you got a better of the sky that was soon to be filled with a display of lights. he’d taken you away from the crowd, up on a small empty lot of gross that was elevated compared to the rest of the festival.

“y/n, I enjoyed tonight.” he cleared his throat, catching your attention. you nodded in agreement,

“hopefully we can go to more festivals today, of course if your not busy with volleyball!” you smiled happily. ushijima was quick to respond.

“I’d like that very much.” he paused, “y/n, i’m often told that i don’t show emotions well or that i’m very blunt.”

you watched him with curious eyes, stating that that wasn’t all ways a bad thing.

“that’s right. this is a time where i think it’s good to be blunt. you see, y/n, i enjoy spending time with you and that i like you, very much.”

bokuto

it accidentally slipped out

he always gets a little shy when he think about it so he simply doesn’t

you’ll be something fairly mundane and he’ll just pause and go

“you do that so well, that’s why I think I’m in love with you.”

you’d get flustered because it was so out of the blue

he’d fill akaashi in the next day and akaashi would make him re-do the confession

“You’re so good at cleaning the white board, y/n, but I guess everything you do is good because that’s why I like you.” You and Bokuto had class room chores together after school and he was watching you, in a hazy spell, resting his hand on his head.

You blushed, not knowing if Bokuto was actually being serious or if he was just being overly kind. You just pretended like you didn’t hear him, continuing with what you were doing. If you can confessed your feelings back and he wasn’t serious, you would’ve died of embarrassment.

“Bokuto-san are you going to help or not?” You turned around seeing Bokuto covering his face as he rested his head on the desk. “Uh, Bokuto-san are you alright?”

He looked up at you only for you to see what you recognized as his emo mode. You frowned your eyebrows as he jumped up, bursting out with emotion.

“No! I just confessed to the girl that I like and, and, and I wasn’t ready!” He grabbed his bag and ran for the door, “please forgive me for not doing my share of the work, y/n.”

You were left speechless, watching as the gray haired boy ran away. You laughed realizing what he meant and put you into such a happy mood you didn’t even care that you had to finish all the chores.

The next morning, you were greeted at the gates of Fukuordani by Bokuto who held a box of you favorite snack and a small teddy bear. Shyly extending the gifts out to you.

“I bet you know what I’m going to say, so just, uh, please take these.” It had been what Akaashi had instructed and you took them with pleasure.

“These will make up for all my hard work yesterday keeping out classroom spic-and-span.” You giggle, Bokuto looked at you with pouty eyes as you continued, “and if you didn’t run out so quickly you would’ve know what I like you too.”

His eyes gleamed as you covered your slightly blushing face with your hand. Bokuto engulfed you in a hug and the two of you becoming boyfriend and girlfriend.

oikawa

he’s been confessed to so much that confessions make him nauseous tbh

he’d make it very personal and romantic, though

if not romantic he’d want it to be just the two of you

he knew if he told any of the third years about if his plans, they’d ruin the moment; showing up to film the whole experience (mattsun and makki)

he would secretly be the most nervous out of all of them

You were helping Iwaizumi and taking over his cleaning shift with Oikawa. Oikawa was kinda glad the ace had a dentist appointment, so he could finally get you alone with out his team mates or fan girls there to ruin the moment.

“Say, y/n-chan, I’m pretty lucky to have such a pretty girl helping me clean up.” His eyes were on the ball he was rubbing the marks off of, not really seeing your expression, defended by the sound of his heart thumping rapidly.

You frowned, liking Oikawa was no easy task because everyone seemed to like him. Sure, he complimented you now, but he always compliments girls. It hurt your heart not knowing how sincere he was.

“Don’t worry about it Oikawa-san, I’m always happy to help.” You sighed, finishing pumping a deflated volleyball. The Oikawa you had grown to love wasn’t the pretty, flashy volleyball player but the determined captain who always brought out the best in his teammates. It was the hard working, smart and passionate Toru that made your heart do flips.

“Y/n...” His voiced trailed off, you noticed there wasn’t a cute little ‘chan’ following it. You turned to face him, not realizing your vision had gone blurry from tears pooling in them.

“Are you alright?” Out of concern he placed his hands in your shoulders and that seemed to snapped you out of the spell you’d fallen under.

Rubbing your eyes, you nodded, looking down at your feet to avoid Oikawa’s gaze. You wished he’d let go of you, so you heart could just go back to its normal pace.

“Y/n did I say something to upset you—Im sorry.” He seemed to be holding his breath until he saw you shake your heard, reassuring him he’d done nothing wrong. Toru sighed.

“I hate seeing you upset, do you know that?” Surpised, you looked up at him, almost beckoning him to eleborate. Oikawas mind was racing— he wasn’t planning on confessing right there and then but he decided to sieze the moment.

“Out of all the girls I talk to, you’re the only one that makes me feel like this...” With your mouth gapping he took your hand and directed it to his chest where you could feel his rapid heartbeat.

“Oikawa-san...” You trailed off, at a loss of words. Between the hand touching his toned chest and the honey-like words coming out of his mouth, it sent you into over drive.

“Everything about you makes me crazy and-and well y/n... i like you!”

Nodding off, your brain couldn’t fully comprehend what your body was doing. leaning forward, reaching up to his lips you. kiss. him.

“Woah.” Oikawa breathed out, shocked at how you reciprocated his feeling until he was brought back to his usual behaviour, “so... you wanna go out with me?”

324 notes · View notes

splendidly-secret-sick-fics · 3 years

Note

Ooo! What about Kuroo feeling really unwell during training camp while training with Bokuto, Akaashi, Tsukki, Hinata and Lev? He's probably felt bad for a while, but just suffered through. So when everything becomes too much, a panicking Hinata runs to get Kenma... and you can decide the rest.

Only if you're comfortable with writing it though! Have a nice day!

Leaders Don’t Cry: a Kuroo sickfic

Pairing: sick Kuroo, caretakers Kenma, Tsukki, Bokuto, Akaashi, kinda Hinata & Lev

Word Count: 4,266

Warnings: vomit, swearing, slight emetophobia, and sad Kuroo :(

———————————————————

Thanks for the request friend :) I’ve only ever written Kuroo & Kenma as side characters, so this was kinda fun!!

I’m not super super happy with the overall product, but that’s alright. I do feel like maybe it’s not super cohesive? Idk. Let me know!! I look forward to improving my characterization of Kuroo and Kenma.

———————————————————-

Kuroo was a Leader. He was someone that others looked up to. Someone you could depend on.

Leaders were extroverts though, and Kuroo had to admit he did his best Recharging alone in his room or the quiet company of the Kenma. That’s an Introvert Thing, apparently. Even when he was young, too many people or too much social interaction drained him. Another Introvert Thing.

When he met Kenma and started playing volleyball, it seemed he naturally outgrew his Introvert Model, shedding his shy, intimidated outer-self. It was easily replaced with the Extrovert Model.

Now, Kuroo liked being surrounded by his team and his friends and he liked meeting new people. That’s an Extrovert Thing. So Kuroo was an Extrovert.

(“That makes you an Introverted Extrovert, Kuro,” Kenma told him one day. Kuroo didn’t understand how that could possibly be a thing.)

As an Extrovert, it was only natural that he became the captain of his volleyball team his third year. It was only natural that he was the Bridge between Karasuno and the Tokyo powerhouse schools.

(Kenma claimed, when the two of them were alone at least, that it was really his friendship with Chibi-Chan and their coaches that did that. Kuroo refused to concede this point.)

As the Leader and Bridge, it was again only natural that not only his team, but also other teams’ players were drawn to his wisdom and sparkling personality.

(“You forced yourself on them,” Kenma sighed.)

And that’s how he, Kuroo Tetsuro, Certified Extroverted Leader, came to be in Gym Three, long after their main practice ended with two of Karasuno’s first years, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Lev.

And that’s also how he ended up in the Worst Possible Situation.

It went down like this.

They were at another training camp with the Fukurodani Group and Regular Guests, Karasuno High. It was a short one, thrown together quickly because of the long weekend.

After much convincing (read: coercion) from him and Bokuto, Tsukishima Kei agreed to join them again for blocking practice. They pushed because Kuroo couldn’t stand to watch this kid’s talent waste away and Bokuto was personally offended that Tsukki still didn’t seem to enjoy volleyball.

It should have come as no surprise that Karasuno’s Hinata Shoyo joined in again, determined to redeem himself from his previous loss at the last camp.

And then because Haiba Lev decided that Chibi-chan and him were rivals, he joined in too.

(Akaashi claimed he had no choice but to join. It was either endless practice or endless Dejected Bokuto. Kuroo thinks he’s just masochistic.)

Their first night was awesome. He saw a fire ignited in Tsukki and got to smash Bokuto’s spikes back in his face. Plus, his ego was boosted because the three first years were all wowed by his skill.

Tonight, however, was not great. If he was honest with himself, things were bad from the second he woke up, and promptly wanted to curl back into his futon.

His head hurt and his body ached. The sounds of his team waking up and getting ready for the day set his nerves on edge the second he heard them. He felt overcrowded and overstimulated and he wasn’t even out of bed yet.

It had all the signs of a Recharge Alone Day, but it was the last full day of a training camp in which he was supposed to be a Leader. So, he pushed that all aside and got up to go lead.

As the day progressed, Kuroo gave more and more thought to Kenma’s “Introverted Extrovert” theory. He still loved his team and wanted to be around them. He did want to participate in the games and hang out with the other teams.

He also so so very badly wanted to sit in the dark for the next several hours.

Kuroo’s headache only grew more insistent as the day went on, likely due to the sounds of squeaking shoes, bouncing volleyballs, and the too warm summer heat. He got increasingly more fidgety and nervous all day and it made him uncomfortable in his own skin. That, added to the already ever-present soreness of his limbs only served to make him more miserable.

But he was the Captain, so he shoved those feelings down, ignored his headache, and tried to act as normal as possible. For the most part, his plan worked and no one bothered him about what might be wrong. Kenma was the only one that eyed him suspiciously every time his Extrovert facade slipped a little. At the end of the regular practice, his best friend approached him slowly.

“Hey,” he said, his voice quiet as usual.

“Kenma! What’s up, dude?” Kuroo forced, trying to maintain his usual Extrovert Mode.

“Cut the crap, Kuro,” Kenma sighed, blunt and exhausted as usual.

“Kenma, what are you—“

“Are you sick?”

The question caught Kuroo off guard. Was he sick? He thought it was just an Introvert Day that he had to push through. Maybe Kenma had a point though? It wasn’t like he normally felt this drained during a training camp. That usually came after the camp ended.

“No,” he eventually replied and waved his hand, “nah. Just tired. I think practicing with the guys at night took more of my energy than usual.” That must be it. He didn’t usually have to put out that much energy after practice. Lev, Hinata, and Bokuto were all True Extroverts, after all. Unlike Kuroo, who just molded himself into one. It made sense.

Kenma studied him with wide eyes before relenting and saying “Don’t push yourself, Kuro.”

“I won’t, don’t worry. I am a little tired though so maybe I’ll forgo evening prac—“

“Kuroo-san!” Hinata ran up to them, “are we practicing again today?? I want you to show me that cool wha-BAM block again!!” He jumped up and slammed his hands down, most likely trying to imitate exactly what he was trying to convey. All the loud explanation did was call attention back to his headache.

“Shoyo, Kuro was actually just saying that he was—“

“On my way to look for you Chib-chan!” Kuroo interrupted. Kenma narrowed his eyes at him, but Kuroo couldn’t deny the little red headed twerp.

“Let’s go grab something to eat and then we’ll round up the others.”

Hinata looked at him with those stupid starry eyes and nodded before running off to pester Tsukishima. Kuroo deflated some.

“Kuro. It’s okay to take breaks. I know you think that this is what you should be doing as Captain, but it’s alright to say no sometimes,” Kenma said.

“I know, Kenma,” Kuroo smiled gently, ignoring the uneasy feeling in his gut, “Thank you for looking out, but I’m fine! It’s only one more day. Tomorrow afternoon once everyone’s gone, I’ll just hang out in my room. You can come over if you want and play that new game I bought.”

Kenma studied him again before letting out a long-suffering exhale.

“Sure. Sounds good.”

After they ate, the six of them met up in Gym Three for another three on three. On the outside, things were going well. On the inside, Kuroo’s head was quickly descending into chaos.

He pretended that Bokuto, Lev and Hinata weren’t too loud. He pretended that he had enough energy to show them the same move seven times. He pretended he was enjoying this.

All the while, his headache slowly transitioned into a migraine, his limbs got heavier, and his dinner swirled in his stomach nauseatingly. It took maximum effort to stay awake, let alone play a three on three with three of the most energetic people he’d ever met before.

It all came to a head when his feet slammed down after blocking one of Bokuto’s cross shots. The power behind those normally made him stumble upon landing, but this time it sent a sharp pain shooting through his head and stars dance in his vision. He couldn’t regain his footing, and he stumbled onto his ass.

“Kuroo-san?” Akaashi asked when he didn’t get back up. He couldn’t get back up. The stars were still there and he couldn’t really find his feet.

“Y-yeah?” he stuttered.

“Hey, hey, hey, Kuroo, you alright my man?” Bokuto’s voice boomed and he winced before he could stop himself.

“Kuroo-san? What’s wrong?” Akaashi was kneeling beside him now. He could tell by the proximity of his voice.

“Just a a little...dizzy,” he forced a laugh, trying to play it off. He squeezed his eyes shut and brought a hand up to squeeze at his temples. What the hell was happening?

“Kuroo-san! Do you want some water?” Hinata’s voice rang and clanged in his head. He groaned.

“Kuroo-san, don’t die!!” Lev’s voice pounded. He grimaced.

“Would you idiots keep it down?” Tsukishima, beautiful, quiet Tsukishima commanded.

“Hey, Stupid we’re just trying to help!” Hinata screeched.

“And clearly he’s got a headache, you massive dolt. Keep your volume down,” Tsukki snapped back. Kuroo would thank him if the room would stop spinning.

Suddenly, a hand was on his forehead.

“You’ve got a fever,” Akaashi stated.

Oh. Well, Kenma was right after all. He was sick. The confirmation snapped something into place and all of his emotions, his control, whooshed out of him in one fell swoop. All the symptoms he ignored all day came to the very front of his mind and all he could think about was how miserable he felt.

“Oh,” he choked around the abrupt knot in his throat. He blinked his eyes open and turned to look at Akaashi. The setter was serious as ever, but there was a small frown on his lips and tiny furrow to his brows.

“Bokuto-san, can you bring me your warm up jacket?”

Bokuto nodded and quickly, but thankfully quietly, brought their jackets over and Akaashi draped it around Kuroo’s shoulders.

“Kuroo-san, do you want to lie down?” he soothed.

“Akaashi, I don’t feel good,” he muttered. There was a burning in his eyes and a quiver to his lips that he really wished would go away.

“I know. We’ll get you to your room, but first, I need you to get yourself together some.”

“I don’t...I don’t feel good,” he said, an all too evident shake in his voice. This is not what Leaders do. But he felt so terrible, there was nothing he could do to prevent this sudden onslaught of emotions. Before he knew it, warm tears rolled down his flushed cheeks.

“Kuroo-san!” Hinata screeched. Tsukishima smacked him upside the head. He glared and rubbed the back of his head.

“Kuroo-san,” he tried again, quieter this time, “don’t cry, please. It’s okay!”

Kuroo couldn’t help it. He appreciated Hinata’s attempts at comfort, but he was so drained and he was so sick and he couldn’t help it.

“Kuroo, what can we do to help, man?” Bokuto asked gently, much to his and Akaashi’s (flustered and very evident) surprise. He sat down by Kuroo and rubbed a hand soothingly up and down his back. It helped for a second, but then it just made his skin crawl and his stomach turn.

“I I don’t...I don’t know,” he whimpered pitifully, “I don’t feel good.” He exhaled and dropped his chin to his chest. The downward spiral of both his physical and mental condition brought him further and further into his own self-incurred misery. He needed someone else to be the leader. Anyone.

“Ahhhh, Kuroo-san.” Hinata flailed.

“What about Kenma?” Lev whisper-yelled. Hinata’s spine straightened sharply.

“Good idea, Lev! I know where he is. I’ll go get him!” Hinata proclaimed and ran out.

“Kuroo, what doesn’t feel good?” Bokuto asked.

Kuroo inhaled shakily.

“Head.. my head hurts. And I’m sore and uh and my st-stomach,” he responded through panting breaths.

“There’s a stomach bug that just hit a couple of the player’s on Shinzen’s team,” Tsukishima supplied helpfully.

“Sounds like you might’ve picked that up, Kuroo-san.” Akaashi clicked his tongue.

This was news to him. It must’ve just happened because usually the captains kept each other up to date on those kinds of things as soon as they could. If that was true, that would explain why it came on so quickly. He was fine yesterday. Even just a few hours ago, he was nothing but a little groggy. Now it felt like he got hit by a bus.

If it was a stomach bug, that meant….

“No, no,” he panicked, “no I don’t want that.” He wrapped his hands around his swirling stomach.

“Kuroo, calm down. It’s alright. You’re gonna make it worse,” Bokuto said. Kuroo shook his aching head.

“No I hate throwing up, Bo,” he whimpered and dropped his head to look at his shaking hands.

“Oh…” Akaashi breathed, “do you feel like you might?”

“I don’t know,” he said again. Because he didn’t want to. He absolutely did not want to puke. Not in front of these first years. That might ruin all of his credibility as an upperclassmen, let alone the Captain of a powerhouse school.

Geez, what a pitiful and pathetic display he was putting on. He was supposed to be someone these kids looked up to, and now they were helping him.

“Here,” Tsukishima said, handing Akaashi and Bokuto a bucket from the supply room. Kuroo eyed it distastefully.

“It’s just in case, Kuroo-san!” Lev tried. But the more Kuroo got worked up in spite of himself, the more he realized that wasn’t true. His current emotional state wreaked havoc on his head, which in turn twisted his gut.

Several minutes passed and Kuroo took the time to collect himself so that he could get it together enough to go to his room. At least there he could be miserable and pathetic alone.

While he was able to get himself to stop crying, the come down from the sudden rush of emotions only made his other symptoms that much more prevalent.

Kuroo groaned miserably, “where’s Kenma?”

“Hinata-kun has gone to get him. He’ll be back soon hopefully.”

“Akaashi, I don’t feel good,” he whined and curled tighter in on himself.

“I know,” Akaashi said.

“Feels… bad…” he swallowed thickly.

“Kuroo…” Tsukishima warned. He shook his head.

“‘M sorry,” he mumbled. Something heaved in his stomach and he pulled his shoulders up to his ears and brought the back of his hand to his mouth.

“Y’guys should go,” he said around the pool of saliva in his mouth and the heaviness of his jaw. Who he was talking to at this point, he wasn’t sure. He just knew that being around him right now was only asking to catch this. He also knew he was about to puke and he really wanted to try and maintain some of his dignity.

“Too late for that, numbskull. We’ve been around you for days. If we’re gonna catch it, we’re gonna catch it. Might as well make sure you don’t die,” Tsukishima said. Kuroo, behind his mounting nausea and hazy brain, was touched by his salty kouhai’s attempt at comfort.

“I think he meant he doesn’t want you to see him spew, Tsukkidude,” Bokuto murmured. His hand was still on Kuroo’s back and while it was more comforting than bothersome now, it also served to swirl things around in his stomach and brain. He nodded lethargically.

“Kuroo-san, if you could, uh— please, just, um...wait...for Kenma-san, I think it would make you feel, uh, better. To have him here, that is. Instead of...uh...me,” Akaashi stammered. Kuroo heard the nervousness in his voice and felt bad. There wasn’t much he could do to stave off the inevitable though.

“You squeamish, ‘Kaashi?” Bokuto asked.

“Uhhhh,” Akaashi hesitated, high pitched, “maybe a little.”

“Bo,” Kuroo panted, punctuated by a sick hiccup.

“I gotcha, buddy. Bucket’s right here,” Bokuto reassured and placed the bucket in his lap. “You can leave guys, I got this.” He said to the other three.

“Yeah...I’m gonna take you up on that,” Lev said uneasily. “Sorry Kuroo-san.” He bowed and then sprinted out of the gym. Tsukishima looked more hesitant, but ultimately bowed and left as well.

“Akaashi?” Bokuto said right as Kuroo spit into the bucket. The sounds of their conversation faded in and out with the rest of Kuroo’s surroundings. All he could fully register was the lump of something nasty moving up his chest. All he could see was the blinding red color of the bucket.

A few airy burps that grated his throat passed through his parted lips. He whimpered.

“It’s alright, Kuroo,” Bokuto’s voice filtered through the haze. He gagged.

It hurt. It hurt so badly. Each heave, gag and hiccup that plagued him for the next several moments.

Where was Kenma?

Kuroo coughed, hiccupped, and a small stream of vomit trailed out of his mouth. It wasn’t enough. It still hurt. He wheezed.

“Hey, Kuroo-san, try to take deep breaths,” Akaashi’s shaky voice commanded.

“Can’t,” he gasped, coughing up more bile.

Fuck he wanted this to be over.

Cough, gasp, puke. The painful, horrific cycle repeated for several tense minutes. It didn’t relieve any of his discomfort.

Bokuto patted his back and tried to offer comforting words. Akaashi wouldn’t look at Kuroo, but he was there, another steady presence to offer some grounding to Kuroo.

“Kuroo- san! I found Kenma!” Hinata’s voice cut through his misery. “He was in the shower. I’m sorry it took so long!”

“Kuro,” Kenma said, voice calm, blunt, comforting. He took Akaashi’s place at his side, his Snorlax slippers and ratty sweatpants taking up Kuroo’s peripheral.

“I don’ feel good,” Kuroo told him around the bile coating his mouth. Kenma put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

“I gathered that,” he said with amusement, “it’s okay. Just relax.”

Kuroo shook his head. Relaxing meant letting this happen. He did not want it to happen.

“Tetsu, don’t be an ass,” Kenma sighed, exasperated.

“Kenma,” he whimpered. The hand on his shoulder squeezed again.

“How long has he been like this?” Kenma directed at someone else in the room.

“About 15 minutes,” Akaashi’s shaky voice answered.

“Shit, Tetsuro, why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Kenma asked. Kuroo shook his head slowly.

“Didn’ re’lize,” he slurred. His stomach cramped and his inhaled sharply through his teeth and gripped tightly at his shirt. As soon as the cramp passed, he gagged, his body jolting forward.

“Uh, I’m gonna—I’m gonna go,” Hinata stuttered out and then Kuroo heard his tiny feet run from the gym.

“Can you two go get Nobuyuki and Yaku from the Nekoma quarters? I’m sure Lev is looking for them, but he’s an idiot,” Kenma demanded of Akaashi and Bokuto, the inflection behind his voice commanding and unwavering. It comforted Kuroo in ways he didn’t understand.

Despite how it appeared to onlookers, Kenma was alway the one taking care of Kuroo. More than Kuroo took care of him, anyway. The setter always knew exactly what Kuroo needed before he even said anything. He was passive most of the time, content to let things be, but stubborn and steadfast when he needed to be. Which was something that Kuroo was grateful for, too prone to letting his emotions take over. Kenma was a sturdy support for Kuroo when he was at his weakest.

“They’re gone, Testsu. Relax and let it happen. It’s just you and me,” Kenma told him. He put his forehead on the top of Kuroo’s matted, sweaty hair. The parts of Kenma’s hair that touched Kuroo were wet and cold. It felt nice.

The uncharacteristic gentle action from Kenma made something in Kuroo’s chest twinge and he whimpered, fresh tears dropping into the bucket.

Kuroo could be himself with Kenma. He didn’t need to be the Captain or a Leader or an Extrovert or even an Introverted Extrovert. He could just be Kuroo.

“Just us, Tetsu,” Kenma said and pulled his head back.

Kuroo inhaled slowly, deeply and exhaled, trying to relax his shoulders and back. It didn’t take much more for his stomach to finally find relief.

A gurgling hiccup brought up a small stream of bile and he coughed. Another hiccup brought a little more. Then finally, he belched, wet and heady, and heaved, a much stronger torrent of disgusting vomit moving up his chest and out of his mouth.

“There ya go,” Kenma sighed. He moved Kuroo’s unruly hair, made more disgusting by the sheen of sweat covering his forehead, back and away from his face. Kuroo lurched forward with a gag, bringing up more of his dinner.

“Holy shit, Kuro, that’s some fever. I’m sorry you’ve felt so bad all day,” Kenma whispered. Kuroo shook his head, spitting out the nasty taste in his mouth, trying to find his breath before the next round.

He didn’t get much of a chance before he heaved again.

“God,” he slurred between wretches.

“It’s alright. Calm down,” Kenma instructed.

He puked twice more before his stomach settled for the time being.

“Kenma...please…” he whispered, gesturing for him to move the bucket away.

“Here,” Kenma handed him a water, “drink this first. Rinse out your mouth.” Kuroo did as he was told and spit into the bucket. Kenma took it away after that and Kuroo thanked him quietly. He inhaled, bringing his head up and looking at Kenma for the first time since the setter got there.

Kenma’s eyebrows were furrowed ever so slightly, a subtle pout on his lips. He brushed Kuroo’s bangs back again.

“Thanks, Kenma,” he smiled weakly. Kenma clicked his tongue.

“You’re an idiot,” he sighed. It lacked any of its usual blunt edge.

“Kuroo!!” Kai called out, running into the gym. They were both wearing medical masks, a couple more in their hands.

“Hey,” he said sheepishly, a hand on the back of his neck.

“I knew something was wrong. You really are such a dumbass,” Yaku said, a hand on his hip and an eyebrow raised. He was as blunt as usual.

“Thanks, Yaku. You’re as gentle as ever.”

“Yeah, well. Can’t help it when you decide to push yourself to this point,” he said, turning his face away. “Idiot,” he added as an afterthought. Kuroo couldn’t see his cheeks behind his mask, but his ears were red.

“You alright Kenma? Here,” Kai asked and handed Kenma a mask. Kenma shook his head.

“Too late for that,” he sighed.

“Yeah, but several of Shinzen and Fukurodani’s players have gone down with the same thing as our fearless leader here. We’re trying to contain it so it doesn’t spread more,” Kai explained.

“Yeah. Exactly. You wear one too, Kuroo,” Yaku insisted. Kuroo didn’t like the idea of having his mouth covered, but he also didn’t like the idea of spreading this wretched fate to others.

Kenma and Kuroo took the masks and then Yaku pulled some meds out of the bag on his shoulder and handed them to him. Kuroo’s lip curled, but Kenma pinched his elbow and he relented. They hit his stomach with a hollow thud.

Kai held a hand out to help Kuroo up. As soon as he stood, his knees buckled and black spots danced in his vision. Kai quickly caught him around his waist and threw Kuroo’s arm around his shoulder.

“Try not to pass out until we get back to the quarantine room. It’d make things difficult,” Yaku said. Kuroo would’ve rolled his eyes if he had the energy.

Together, they made it back to the classrooms (repurposed as sleeping quarters for the camp). There was a room for people who already puked and one for anyone experiencing symptoms. Kuroo was shocked to find Akaashi there, leaning over a trash can, Bokuto rubbing his back, as well as several Shinzen players, a couple Ubugawa players, and the setter from Karasuno.

Hinata was there as well, sitting beside Kageyama with his arms crossed and a disgruntled look on his face.

Yaku set up a new futon for Kuroo and Kai helped him settle into it. He immediately curled up on his side, exhaling in relief.

They asked if he needed anything, promised to bring him a change of clothes, and left. Kenma saw them out but then came back and plopped himself down beside Kuroo.

“You can go, Kenma,” he said, looking up at him with one eye open. Kenma shrugged.

“I wouldn’t leave you,” he said plainly. Like it wasn’t embarrassing at all. Kuroo smiled to himself.

“What’s with Chibi-Chan?” He asked in lieu of a response. Kenma snickered.

“His team sent him here when Kageyama came down with the bug. Apparently their “secret relationship” isn’t so secret.”

Kuroo chuckled. That was probably why Akaashi and Bokuto were both here as well.

“You know,” Kenma said.

“Hmm,” Kuroo replied sleepily.

“No one thinks you’re less of a Leader just because you’re sick. It happens to everyone. Doesn’t mean you’re not still someone other people look up to,” Kenma said quietly, matter-of-fact.

“Mmm.. you’re right,” he muttered back. He was. Kuroo knew that. He appreciated the reminder though.

“Go to sleep, Tetsu,” Kenma said and stretched his legs out beside Kuroo. He ran his fingers through Kuroo’s hair. Sleep called to him and his eyes slowly closed.

He woke up several times before the next morning, because of other people puking, because he needed to puke and once when Kenma puked, swearing Kuroo out for getting him sick.

He apologized profusely and pulled Kenma’s hair back with the hair tie he kept on his wrist.

Kuroo was a Leader. Someone other people liked and looked up to.

Sometimes Leaders needed someone to lean on too, he supposed. Thank goodness he had Kenma.

#haikyuu sickfic #my fics #sick kuroo #caretaker kenma #caretaker Akaashi #caretaker Bokuto #caretaker Tsukishima #caretaker Hinata #caretaker Lev #kinda sorta #they tried okay?#tw vomit #haikyuu #kuroo tetsurō #kenma kozume #emeto warning #emeto #fever

90 notes · View notes

concussed-to-pieces · 4 years

Text

Late July Part Two

Fandom: Kingsman: The Golden Circle

Pairing: Agent Whiskey [Jack Daniels]/Reader

Rating: Holy shit kinda' tame.

AN: Guess who was a fool and thought that they could leave Late July the way it was?! Me. Spoilers for Kingsman: The Golden Circle abound in this chapter, so proceed only if you don't care about the movie being spoiled for you! I'll see you guys on Wednesday. Enjoy!

Tag List: @huliabitch @wrestlingfae @cookiethewriter @culturalrebel @jackierey09 @crookedmoonsaultpunk @duker42 @agirllovespasta @nelba @pedrosbigdorkenergy @lestrange2703 @youmeanmybrain @luvley-shadow @theocatkov @miscellaneousjunkk @reluctantlyresponsibleadult @buttons-beads-lace @gooddaykate @lackofhonor @talesfromtheguild @absurdthirst @mostly-megan @pancakepike @88dragon06 @chibi-liz05 @iellaren-uodo-rian @heatherbel @ripleyafterdark @oloreaa @thesoftdumbass @okilover02 @renegademustelid

Alright, I think I got everyone! There will be one more part on Wednesday, so if you would like to be tagged please let me know!

Part One

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This chapter contains attempted purposeful triggering, frank discussion of character death, memory loss, regression and vivid flashbacks/allusions to post-trauma. Stay safe!]

He came back around slowly, still tasting the stale beer of last night's party like an unwanted echo in his mouth. But instead of waking up on the kitchen floor of his shared apartment, he was in a blindingly white room that looked suspiciously like an alien spacecraft. Jack's mind raced. Shit, maybe my roommate wasn't being a total spaz when he talked about getting probed, the young man realized with an undercurrent of fear.

Incomprehensible beakers of things lined the walls of the room. Alright, maybe he should have paid more attention in his chemistry classes, but he could hardly be blamed for assuming that none of it would have practical uses!

Jack rattled his hands in the cuffs that secured him to the table, clearing his throat. Man, his head ached. This was why he needed to remember to drink a glass of water before passing out!

"S'cuse me? Uh, hello?" He called hesitantly. "Look, if the guys from Theta Alpha Phi put you up to this-"

A beautiful older woman rounded the corner into the room, observing him over her glasses. "Welcome back." Her voice was steel, and Jack worried his lower lip nervously. "Wasn't sure if you were going to make it for a little while."

The restraints around his wrists and ankles abruptly retracted into the table, leaving Jack to awkwardly stumble forward onto the floor. He quickly regained his footing, reaching up to seize the lapels on his usually-open shirt and finding instead that he was wearing some sort of...ski suit? Jumpsuit? Top Gun, I can dig it.

God, she really was a good-looking woman. Ah, what the hell. Nothing ventured...

"Hello gorgeous. I'm Jack, what's your name?" He didn't give her any time to answer before he carried on with a disarming grin, "How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy?" Jack ran a hand through his usually-unruly hair and found it...weirdly tame. "I've got a six pack on ice and my roomie is out for the night so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar!" He continued, ambling forward. The cheesy, blatant approach usually worked well for him. Sixty/forty split, or thereabouts.

She kept retreating as he advanced, and then she reached into her pocket. Jack braced himself for the rebuff, confused when she pulled out a Polaroid instead. "I hate to do this to you, Jack." She sounded like she meant it. There was Blue-Tack on the back of the Polaroid and handwriting that some portion of his brain vaguely recognized as his own, but he didn't get the chance to read it before she was showing him the faded image.

It took him a moment to realize that it was a picture of one of the girls he had dated in high school, but it looked like she had grown into a legitimately stunning woman. She was smiling fondly at whoever was taking the picture, and the entire image radiated playful energy. Jack cocked his head, a buzz of foreign sadness churning briefly in his chest before he raised his eyes to meet the...scientist's? Teacher's? "Where'd you get this picture? I ain't seen her in years! Shee-it, she got beautiful." The young man drawled. "I have been thinkin' about visitin' my folks again. Maybe I'll go 'round to her place too for some catchin' up."

The woman seemed startled, her sculpted brows raising and then dropping as she studied him intently. "You...don't remember...?"

"I remember her, yeah, we dated for a while in high school." Jack insisted. "Broke up senior year because I was leavin' for college, y'know how it is."

"This is your wife, Jack. Or she was, rather."

His head throbbed, left temple lighting up with sudden agony. "Oh, shit." Jack grunted, holding the side of his head and grazing a bandage that he hadn't realized was there. "Damn, I must have hit my head real good when those pricks from Theta Alpha shoved me down the stairs. Hangover probably ain't helpin'." He grinned ruefully at her. "Guess you must be the one who patched me up. I ain't never asked out a doctor before, but there's a first time for everythin'. Can I pay you back with dinner?"

The woman appeared perturbed. "Jack. This is your wife." She repeated, waving the picture in his face.

"I'm real sorry ma'am, but I ain't the marryin' sort." Jack replied bluntly, "I would definitely remember if someone like her was still my girlfriend. Or uh, had become my wife."

"What do you remember happening, Jack? Before…" she gestured vaguely. "This?"

Jack chewed on his lower lip in thought, tilting his head back to stare up at the featureless ceiling. "Uh, I remember…well, before they pushed me down the stairs, them TAP boys crashed my roommate's party…"

…

"'Pressions, I need you down here in the reconstruction laboratory." Ginger Ale's voice issued abruptly through your earpiece and you sat up a little straighter at your desk.

"What's happened?" You asked softly, rising from your seat and making your way to the door. What with a majority of the population currently locked up in stacks of cages, enough to fill football arenas to their brim, you weren't doing much in the 'managing first impressions' area. Since you had fewer and fewer responsibilities, Ginger Ale had begun to lean upon you a bit more, especially as all able-bodied agents were deployed into the field to search for an antidote. With Tequila being incapacitated, it had made the assignment personal to many agents.

It had been fascinating to find out that Statesman was technically an offshoot from the now utterly-decimated Kingsman agency. When the two surviving members of their group had shown up to the Statesman headquarters, it had caused quite the stir.

"I need a favor." Ginger said, sounding tired.

"Anything." You agreed before she could elaborate further, picking your way through the gravel in the courtyard as you headed to the warehouse where the massive casks of Statesman Reserve were stored to age. Once inside, your heels clicked loudly in the stillness of the temperature-controlled storehouse and you were certain that Ginger Ale could tell your location just from the noise alone. "I'll be with you in a moment."

"Don't promise me that until you know what I need."

Your brow furrowed. "Uh...okay."

Once you had made your way through the somewhat labyrinthine halls of the Statesman underground facility, you found Ginger Ale waiting for you directly outside the sick bay. She was rubbing her temples.

"Oh no, that's not a good sign." You quipped as you approached.

She looked up and her face bore an expression of long suffering. "You don't have to say yes to this, okay?"

"Ginger, talk to me. What's up?" You asked worriedly, taking her arm and leading her off to the side of the doorway.

"'Pressions, Whiskey may not be...one hundred percent." She said carefully. "He didn't snap back into 'Whiskey mode' even though the nanites-"

"Wait, what happened to Whiskey?" You interrupted in concern, your heart hammering a foreign, panicky tattoo on your ribcage. "He was with the Galahads, I thought?"

"He got caught by a sniper." Ginger Ale grimaced. "Clean shot to the head."

"Jesus, no." You gasped. "I'm assuming one of the Galahads used his alpha gel?"

"Yes, and the nanites did their job perfectly. So he's stable, and conscious. Better than that, I would hazard, considering that he took a bullet to the head and he's walking and talking. The issue is that he's not really...Whiskey. At the point he's regressed to, he thinks he's still a dropout living with his college roommate." Ginger Ale pulled a picture out of an inner pocket. "It used to be that we could just trigger him to resume where he left off using the memory of his wife and unborn son, but it doesn't appear to be working this time."

You stared at her, mainly because of how casually she stated the fact that they triggered their agents back to 'normal' with traumatic memories, but also because you had a sneaking suspicion that you might be the reason why the aforementioned trigger no longer held the same weight for the field agent.

You told yourself you would refuse to feel guilty about it. Whiskey had asked for your help and you had obliged. It was as simple as that.

"Now, I know your family has that rental cabin, and I also know that it's fairly secluded. If the Statesman organization could possibly, uh...commission the cabin and persuade you to take some paid leave until Jack is...himself again, or at least until the drug issue is sorted and we can devote more time and research to this situation, I…" Ginger Ale trailed off as Jack's head popped out around the doorway.

You were treated to a blatant once-over stare that seemed to last for a lifetime, his dark eyes studying you intently. "Have I...met you before?" Jack asked you, the hesitance in his tone making you briefly hopeful before he continued, "yeah, last night, in my dreams I think?"

You couldn't help your groan and eye-roll, laughing in spite of yourself. "Ugh, and how often does that line work for you?" You teased.

"So far, never." Jack admitted. "But I've always held true to the belief that the sexiest thing a fella' can wear is confidence." He continued with a grin, "That and a high-quality hat." He glanced down the hallway. "So, is it just you two lovely ladies on this alien spacecraft, or what?"

"Alien…?" You raised an eyebrow. "Okay Ginger, I'm convinced. I'll get the paperwork ready. But if you need anything-"

"I know. I'm glad that I can rely on you." She interrupted you gratefully, looking relieved.

"You gals got any Midrin on you? My head is killin' me." Jack grimaced, palming over the gauze square attached to his temple even as he shamelessly watched you walk past him to the lab's computer.

"Midrin was discontinued almost ten years ago." You replied absently while you punched in your login and searched for the proper documents to send to the nearby printer. Commission for resources...ah! There you are.

"What, really?" Jack gawked at you. "Hell, I should probably tell my roommate to chuck his then, it must be way outta' date."

"Somehow, I doubt that will be a problem."

…

Jack balked a little when you stated that you would be driving, but he quieted down once you implied that the world may look a bit different than he recalled and that he didn't have a choice in the matter.

"He's not the first one to get put back a little wrong. The process isn't perfect," Ginger had told you. Of course you knew about Galahad senior, the Kingsman agent who had been shot in the head and returned merely wishing to study butterflies. "But I'll send you informational packets that he can sift through. Hopefully something will jog his memory."

Just riding up in the cask elevator had Jack worryingly pale, though getting him outside into the fresh air and sunshine appeared to perk him right back up. He was obviously doing his best to roll with the punches. You thanked whatever gods were listening that Champ had given you permission to take Whiskey's Bronco. Despite the technological advancements of your own personal vehicle that made it miles more convenient to use (you kissed your Bluetooth phone sync goodbye with a woeful sigh), the last thing you wanted was to cause Jack even more distress. Whiskey was mercifully a classic, no frills, no fuss man when it came to his preferred vehicle, even for being a secret agent.

You grabbed your go-bag out of the trunk of your car and walked over to the Bronco in the lot, barely holding back a laugh at Jack's obvious approval of the vehicle. He was running his fingers reverently along the tiny red pinstripe on the exterior, back and forth.

"If I get enough money for one of these beauts someday, God, it will be a sight." He mused, sounding wistful. "Have to get a better job first, though." He continued, as if reciting an oft-repeated mantra.

"Ginger said you dropped out. What courses were you taking?" You asked curiously. Jack had never been very forthcoming with information about his past, so you seized the opportunity to glean a little insight into the normally tight-lipped agent.

"My parents want me to be a doctor." Jack answered you with a shrug. "I dropped out last semester. Still ain't sure how I'm gonna' break it to 'em." He bounded up into the passenger seat, drumming his fingers nervously on the edge of the door. "Can I ask for somethin' to eat? I'm fuckin' famished." He admitted, changing the subject.

"Yeah, what do you feel like?" You paused, wondering if visiting the establishment near your cabin would assist his memory. "Sandwiches? Pizza?"

"She drives a manual and she eats real food? Be still my goddamn heart!" Jack proclaimed dramatically.

"Easy now cowboy, flattery will get you everywhere!" You laughed.

He grinned back at you, but the smile soon faded. You noticed him studying himself in the side mirror, running a finger down his jaw and grimacing. "God, there's a lot more mileage on this face than I remember." He muttered, prodding the skin of his right temple to smooth out the pronounced crow's feet around his eye. As if working on muscle memory, he reached down without looking and popped open the glovebox to grab his sunglasses. He paused, like he noticed what he had done, then shrugged and slipped the glasses on. "How do I look, ma'am?"

"Perfect."

What with the drug situation ravaging the world right now, the normally-bustling joint you favored was downright sleepy. Aside from the muted television over the counter, the only sign of life was the lone waitress who ushered the two of you in to sit at the counter.

"I can turn that up if you'd like." She offered, nodding at the TV. "I just leave it silent when I'm alone because all the reports...well, they can grate on your nerves, y'know?"

"Nah, leave it off." You shook your head. "I'm full up on hearing about the topic at hand."

"'Topic at hand'?" Jack repeated, looking confused. He had taken his hat off and placed it on the countertop, his fingers back to worrying the bandage on his head.

You nudged him with your elbow. "Hey, cool it. You'll undo all of Ginger's hard work." You chided, and he jerked his hand away with an embarrassed chuckle.

"Whups, sorry." He looked up at the menu, and then asked the waitress, "Ma'am can I get a cup of coffee and a hot brown with chicken? I'm downright famished." His smile seemed more genuine, somehow. You realized after a moment that it actually reached his eyes, warming them even further. You weren't sure if you had ever seen him smile like that. Maybe he had forgotten how.

You began to explain in an undertone after the waitress had bustled off to the kitchen, "so there's this...problem going on in the world right now. Big drug problem."

"Yeah, no shit." Jack scoffed, taking a sip of the black coffee she had poured him. "Nixon started that shit, and Reagan's been on that shit for years. You ain't tellin' me nothin' I don't know."

"N...No, no no, this is different." You grimaced, leaning in a little closer. "I'm talking like, there was one person behind the whole thing and now a large chunk of the population is infected with a virus that will kill them because they used illegal drugs."

Jack stared at you, his coffee cup forgotten in midair between the counter and his mouth. "You...what, hell, all drugs?" He asked incredulously. "Weed? Coke? LSD? 'Shrooms? Everythin'?"

"Everything unregulated, yes."

"I...God." The mug met the counter with a thump and Jack put his head in his hands. "Fuck, you're serious about this, ain't you?"

This was a far cry from the boardroom Whiskey who had insisted that Champ "couldn't make this personal" after it had been revealed that Tequila was infected. But then, people changed over time. Things happened. You imagined a secret agent would grow into a fair amount of detachment through their career, if only for the sake of their sanity.

"So what's gonna' happen to them? Is anyone doin' anythin' to help? Or is everyone just sittin' on their damn hands again, watchin' shit happen?" Jack growled.

"Well, our friends are doing their best. I'm confident that they'll be able to pull off their mission." Even without the senior Statesman agent at their side, you added mentally. Jack stayed in his hunched-over position for several minutes after his food arrived and you finally nudged his elbow. "Hey, sour puss. C'mon, we only made this pit stop because you were hungry."

"I'm sorry, my head is...I'm havin' some trouble." He mumbled faintly, and you noticed that he had gone pale again. "Headache."

You felt a touch of remorse. Maybe it had been overly optimistic of you to assume that he might recall more clearly in this location that he had only visited once. "To go it is." You decided for him, tugging out your wallet. "Once we get up to the cabin, we'll settle in for however long. It'll be fine."

…

There was no power.

You cycled back through the last month's bills in your head. You had definitely paid the electricity. You huffed out an annoyed breath. "There must be a tree down somewhere." You said aloud.

Jack was already making a beeline for the table in the kitchen, the takeaway container quickly splayed open so he could dig into his food with newfound zeal. "So, what do we need to do?" He asked around his first mouthful. He hadn't even bothered to sit down.

"Well first, I'll call Ginger." You sighed, already dialing the reconnaissance specialist. "After that, I'll check the stove, the fridge--"

"What happened?" Ginger answered before it even had the chance to ring, her voice sharp.

"No no, nothing's wrong. Just the power is out. With everything being the way it is, it'll probably be down for a few days." You heard the rapid clicking of a keyboard. "Whoa hey, don't move stuff around, Ginger. We can survive just fine without power for a day or two." You assured her. It always made you feel guilty whenever Statesman resources were used on someone as inconsequential as yourself.

"Are...are you sure? I really should be working on getting more information from the drones in Cambodia-"

"Absolutely, you have way bigger fish to fry. We can wait our turn on the outage route." You interjected firmly. "I'll use the car charger for my phone, so if you need anything you can still get in touch."

…

Jack did his best to tune out your conversation with the woman from the lab, the young man scanning the inside of the cabin as he ate.

It was small, though not cramped. Behind him was the common room, separated from the deck by sliding glass doors. The ceiling overhead was simple untreated beams, interspersed with skylights that left sunny squares on the warm wood floors.

There was a hallway to his left that he assumed must lead to at least one bedroom and the bathroom, but he wasn't particularly interested in snooping down that direction.

His gaze landed on the wood stove that was tucked into the lone river-rock corner upon a sturdy pedestal of bricks, eyes tracing the stovepipe up to where it pierced the wall to the outdoors. Jack left the table and meandered to the stove, turning the handle and popping the door open after a brief struggle. It was still full of old ash from the last use and he grumbled under his breath, grabbing the shovel and bucket from their cobwebbed resting place against the wall so he could give the stove a proper seeing-to.

You would think people had never heard of a damn chimney fire, the young man griped to himself, eventually standing with the half-full bucket and making his way outside. "Hey!" He called to get your attention, "where's your trash?"

You waved a hand off in the direction of a waist-high wooden crate that no doubt housed the waste receptacles, out at the end of the rutted drive. On his way by, Jack slowed briefly to a halt to watch you talk into your...God, is that really what cellular phones looked like?

You shot him an absent smile when you seemed to notice that he had paused and the young man felt his stomach lurch, what the hell? This all seemed so familiar, like he had done it before.

His head hurt.

Waking up in a body that was damn near twenty years older, retrograde amnesia was what the...what Ginger Ale had called it. Jack scoffed to himself. The hell kind of name is Ginger Ale? Then, he winced. Jack Daniels, meet kettle.

So what had happened in between? Something must have happened to him. Ginger had implied that he and that girl he had dated in high school got married, which was...not something he had ever thought about having on his radar, if he was honest.

Unless…

A weird, uneasy suspicion began to take root in his chest. There was one scenario where he believed he would ask a woman to marry him, if only because it was the goddamn proper thing to do.

Oh God, he felt sick to his stomach again. Something, a memory, was lurking just out of the light and he couldn't shake the burgeoning sensation of dread. It was as if his brain was playing tug-of-war, both pushing him towards the realization and dragging him away from it in equal measure.

Jack shook his head and dug his fingers in beneath the heavy wooden lid that shielded the waste containers from the elements (and snooping animals), shoving it up so he could empty the bucket into the ash can. Later, he promised himself, we'll tackle that shit later.

...

Jack appeared to be deep in thought as he carried on the task of emptying out the wood stove, so you simply left him to it as you did a quick check of everything else in the cabin. It looked like the power hadn't been out for too long, as the small fridge hadn't defrosted just yet, so you made a note to head down the road and pick up some ice at the amenities store. You kept an 'emergency' cooler under the counter for such an occasion as this.

This cabin and the surrounding ones didn't lose power very often, but what with all the old trees around it tended to be inevitable once the winds got strong. Your parents had instilled the knowledge in you of how to properly maintain the property, and you were immensely grateful that no problem had cropped up yet that you hadn't been able to straighten out by yourself.

Most of the vacation cabins that littered the nearby woodlands had been booked up for the summer, due to the prolific population of affluent wealthy who enjoyed them as an 'isolated retreat from civilization'. You were hard-pressed to think of an 'isolated retreat' that included a convenience store within literal walking distance of one's residence, but any port in a storm.

Jack was oddly silent for nearly the entire walk down the road to the tiny store, his thumbs hooked through his belt loops as his fingers idly patted out an off-tempo rhythm on his thighs. "Penny for your thoughts?" You broke the quiet with your question, trying for a genial tone.

"I dunno', really. I've got a lot of 'em. How many pennies we talkin'?" He replied, his smile strained. "I just feel like I'm missin' somethin'...big. Obvious. And I...dunno' if I'll be happy about figurin' out what it is, y'know? Like there's somethin' in the back of my head, hollerin' at me, but I can't make out the damn words and I don't--I ain't sure if I really want to." Jack stared off ahead, his eyes shaded by the brim of his hat. "I've already been a fuck-up for most of my life, y'know. I can't imagine what bullshit I pulled later."

This uncertain man was a far cry from the usual cocksure attitude you had come to expect from Whiskey. In a way, you weren't exactly surprised that his attitude may have been mainly bravado. Or it might just be that he had played the part for so long he started to believe it. You reached out carefully and he met you halfway, almost absentminded, instinct kicking in before his brain as he wrapped his hand around your wrist.

It took a moment before Jack's fingers twitched, and then his shoulders went stiff. Just like Whiskey, you found yourself thinking. "Uh, sorry, I-" he began to awkwardly apologize.

"It's okay." You murmured, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. "If you're okay, this is okay."

"...okay." Jack's voice was barely a whisper, the man smiling gratefully and giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

...

It was a beautiful night.

Due to the lack of power in your cabin and the ones around it, the stars were clearly visible. You had brought the battery-powered radio out with you onto the deck, soft crackling static and faint music the backdrop to your after-dinner conversation.

Jack was more at peace than he could recall feeling recently, the man content to watch your expressions in the light of the lone citronella candle that you had lit on the table.

At ease, well-fed and comfortable, it was almost malicious how fast his mind began to twist everything for him. Jack Daniels, college dropout. Nothing to show for it at all. He'd crashed and burned so damn fast, there hadn't been time. And now, all of this, finding out that the world had gone to shit--

In the middle of his ruminations, something dragged him back to the present. A familiar song, jarring him out of his self-deprecating reverie. "You fill up my senses…"

His head aching again, Jack got a fleeting recollection of a kitchen in a tiny apartment. Faded, dingy gray subway tiles on the backsplash, yellow curtains framing the window over the sink, her yelling at him, "I hate it when we fight, Jack," eyes snapping with fury but resigned and no, no, something is wrong-

"What's wrong?"

It took him a minute to realize that it was you asking him aloud, not his brain screaming at him. Jack grimaced, pressing his fingers to the bandage. "This song, I...I know it."

"I mean, it's John Denver." You said in a deadpan tone. "The guy oozes questionable sweater choices, denim and radio-friendly vibes. I'd be more surprised if you didn't know it."

"When she and I...we had moved in together. And this…it was playin' while we were arguin'." Jack's head was pounding. The kitchen had always felt too small, though it was the perfect size for her. They fought. About little things, and then bigger things. His gambling, her drinking. What a couple. Jack shoved his chair back from the table on an impulse, getting to his feet. "C'mere." He ordered, extending a hand to you

You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. "Why?"

"Dammit woman, just-" Jack tangled his fingers with yours, giving your arm a light tug. "C'mere." He pleaded.

You obliged begrudgingly, obviously comfortable in your current position and unwilling to move. But once you were upright you didn't seem to have any reservations about him swaying you back and forth in time to the music, your head on his chest like it belonged there and your hands tucked into the sleeves of your large sweatshirt.

"...like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean…" the song carried on, sweet and calm. Jack rested his chin on the top of your head, closing his eyes and just letting the faded memories wash over him.

"...I can't do this shit anymore." He had whispered into her hair, his voice hoarse. "All we goddamn do is fight and neither of us change and I'm fuckin' sick of this shit." He had continued to rock the both of them to and fro in that tiny kitchen, as if to soothe her.

"Oh, you think I'm not sick? I've been sick!" She threw it right back at him hotly, her fists clenched on his chest like she wanted to beat the piss out of him. He probably deserved it. "Jack, you're the one who needs to change! You're the one who's the father of my fucking baby, why don't you start goddamn acting like it!"

Jack's eyes flew open. Baby? He scoured his mind frantically, every memory he turned up so frustratingly piecemeal!

Baby, a baby, son? Blue crib, blue walls, my son? Married, needed to get married, can't have a baby without getting married, her parents hate me, my parents are already disappointed, have to elope--

And then everything ground to a halt. It was like his memory hit a wall, leaving him confused and almost raw with uncertainty. He needed more, damn it! He exhaled raggedly, making you look up at him in concern.

"Jack? Are you okay?" Your query was so quiet, like you didn't want to disturb him..

"I just...my uh, my joints are complainin'. Guess I let myself sit for too long." He fibbed, smiling down at you in an attempt to distract you from his obvious turmoil. "Thanks for the dance," Jack hesitated, an unfamiliar pet name lingering on the tip of his tongue, "cherry pie."

...

Jack meandered to lean with his arms crossed on the porch railing, his head tipped back to look up at the sky for a time. "Have I...been here before?" He asked out of the blue. "I feel like...it's weird to ask, but I feel like you and I have...I feel like I've been here before. With you." He finally managed to get the words out.

"Well, yes." You admitted. "You came to me because you needed help."

"And did you?" Jack cocked his head to the side.

"Did I what?"

"Help."

You hesitated to answer him, mulling it over. Because in the moment, it seemed like you had. Whiskey had left your care an obviously happier man, but…

If the memory of his pregnant wife, the memory of losing her had been established as his failsafe, it was downright irresponsible of him to have removed that trigger without instating a new one first. Ginger Ale hadn't known, and now Statesman was down their senior field agent in the middle of an incredibly dangerous and tenuous maneuver. The health and safety of countless people hung in the balance and technically, technically (by your reasoning, anyway), it was your fault that Statesman was unable to put their best foot forward in this endeavor.

But…

"I think so." You said softly. "You hung onto something from your past that hurt you, Jack. Something that weighed your body down. I guess you finally got tired of carrying it with you."

Jack's smile was slow, but it lit up his face yet again in the way that Whiskey's never had. "Well good, then! I'm glad you helped me out." He shook his head ruefully. "I just feel like I've been here before. This point in time. It's like...like I'm gettin' the chance to do somethin' over, but I don't know what the hell it is. I'm scared, feel like I'm gonna' fuck somethin' up on accident." He admitted quietly. "It was here, wasn't it? Where you helped me?"

"Yes. This cabin is a safe environment for anyone that needs it."

"I can tell. It's...peaceful." He drawled, one boot hooked over the other as he shifted his weight against the railing. A hand wandered to your arm, his warm palm rubbing your shoulder absently. "I just hope that I can...do whatever it is folks need me to do." Jack murmured.

His hand stayed on your arm for a good long while, the two of you silently looking at the stars.

"Hey, uh," Jack spoke up suddenly, "your...helpin', I…"

You glanced over at him, the stark white bandage on his temple serving as a stern reminder that this was not Whiskey, but simply Jack Daniels. The man, not the senior agent. A college dropout in a dead-end situation.

"Do you help even if a person don't need helpin'?" He asked pointedly, an eyebrow hitched upwards as he observed you.

You opened your mouth, uncertain of what you would even say, but you were suddenly blinded by the motion sensor light blazing to life overhead. Jack pulled you into his body defensively, once again seeming to act on muscle memory. You watched through squinted eyes as he reached down for weapons that he didn't have, his hand flying to his hip. "Hey, don't worry." You mumbled against his chest. "The power just came back on, that's all."

"Jesus fuck that shit is bright!" Jack squawked, his voice pitched high. "Thought I was gettin' abducted by aliens again!"

"Again?" You couldn't help your laughter at how ridiculous he sounded. The man began to laugh along with you after a moment, his expression sheepish in the brilliant Illumination.

"Yeah, yeah, get your kicks." He growled good-naturedly, rumpling your hair. "You're lucky you're cute."

You grabbed hold of his hand, tugging him to follow you back inside. "C'mon, let's make sure nothing got overloaded." You urged.

Even when he could have let go of your hand, you noticed he continued to hang on.

Part Three

#agent whiskey/reader #agent whiskey x reader #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels/reader #agent whiskey #agent whiskey imagine #jack daniels #jack daniels imagine #kingsman: the golden circle #the golden circle #pedro pascal character #i just can't leave things alone #i know after the first chapter this may come off as dry or boring #please forgive me #i am but a man rendered base by my need to make characters safe and whole again

165 notes · View notes

apocalypsky · 3 years

Text

Darcy by @sky-dumby-seer

Astral and Arkaya by @amarald-sky

Pomari and Pipi by @ari-0kay

Hennessy by @lunathenut

Eli by a friend, SA, who doesn't have a tumblr

Darcy was currently in the sliding race. They were smiling a bit, enjoying themselves just the slightest until Pomari slid by them at her top speed. She was smiling more as she looked back at Darcy, expertly sliding around a couple of pillars. Darcy's smile disappeared, turning neutral as they pushed themselves farther forward. Immediately, Pomari frowned a bit, remembering that Darcy didn't get much fun, and only really expressed it when they were either leading in a race or playing an instrument.

They hadn't played an instrument in a long time, was the main problem, and she just took away their smile. That made her feel kinda bad, knowing that Arkaya was always trying his best to get them to smile again. Even so, once they were tied, Pomari grabbed Darcy's hand, just before they went to the next area of the race, to let them lead.

They looked down at her with a bit of surprise, though moved forward regardless, determined to at least get to the end. One light shard. Two light shard. They looked up, expecting to see the sun and to smile at it, for it to smile back.

Instead, they were met with darkness. The sun was hidden. More so, disappearing. It was disappearing behind a thick veil of dark clouds. That wasn't good. They looked like eden clouds. Darcy tried as hard as they could to go faster, but they wouldn't be fast enough. They were only halfway when the winds started to blow back on them. They looked up. Heavy snow was going to fall soon. Pomari didn't seem to notice until the area descended into darkness.

Quickly, she looked up at Darcy, just in time to see their face lined with worry just before they slung her into the stadium as hard as they could. The doors started to close on her with heavy thunks as she regained her balance and tried to go to Darcy, to make sure they got in the temple too. The seccond door was creaking shut and, over the high winds, Darcy's voice could be heard.

"Get the elders to go to Vault! Grab as many spirits as you can on your way!"

Then it shut with a loud slam that echoed through the stadium. Running into the temple, Pomari sat, calling for the elders to meet with her. Soon, their tall, skinny figures appeared and she stood, obviously looking panicked. Sah carefully tilted her head up to look at them properly with the end up their staff, begging her to speak.

Only she couldn't. Instead, she steadily moved her hands so they could see it, both kneeling to get a proper look at the small sky kid's hands.

The Valley! It's being overrun with snow! There's a bad storm- my friend's stuck out there! We were in the race and it got dark before I got thrown here! Please, please you've got to help them and get out of here!

The elders paid attention quietly and, once she had it all out, Mek set a hand on her shoulder and spoke rather calmly.

"Go home. We will collect your friend and bring them to vault with us. We must make sure everyone else is clear of Valley too."

The chibi simply nodded and went home, hoping all of her friends would be ok. Arkaya would kill her if she just let Darcy freeze out there.

~~~~~

Arkaya was walking through wasteland, carrying two moths with him. He was close to the temple, but not close enough for there to be dark dragons. The only thing was... the darkness seemed to be thicker that day. The farther he'd gone, the thicker it got, twisting up towers and trees reaching dangerously close to the sky and dragons. He couldn't burn it all, or even attempt to. Not with two moths and especially not without the group.

He'd have to ask for help to burn it all. So, he'd made sure to burn all the small parts, but the battlefield was the worse so far. The darkness was everywhere. The lookout scout was gone. He couldn't see either of the winged light. The darkness was twisted far up the stone tower, almost impossible to burn. And then he heard it.

The growl of a dragon rising.

But much more than one. Quickly he dragged the moths toward the temple, trying his best to dodge the watchful eyes. He was halfway through the battlefield, holding tightly onto the moths' hands when he heard the growl of someone being spotted. He had to hurry.

Quickly, he looked back. The dark dragon was looking right at him with a pointed gaze, one intent to attack. He allowed himself two more jumps forward before he pushed the moths closer to the temple and ducked, huddling down in hopes it would save some of his winged light. The dragon struck. Four stars fell. Almost immediately, all four were picked up snd he felt someone grabbing his wrist to pull him up.

"Come on. We're standing and getting out of here."

Eli. He had the moths holding hands, leading the two, and was helping Arkaya up and toward the temple.

"Hey, do you know what's happening?"

His voice was a bit gravely, since he was regaining his light, and Eli shook his head.

"Our best luck would be asking Darcy. I think they're in valley with Pomari right now, or going to head there."

"So where were you?"

The temple gate creaked up and, quickly, Eli rushed everyone inside, letting it slam closed behind them all.

"I was in eden when it got so much darker and so much worse."

"So... the darkness is spreading?"

"Kind of. They're gonna light all the lanterns in Vault. We need to get these moths up there and make sure they stay safe with the elders."

Arkaya nodded and they worked on getting the moths through the doors and into Vault, hoping to fly them to the top quickly and recon everyone else. Though, by the third level, they could tell it wasn't going to work that way. One moth was being extremely noisy and honking a lot.

The other was trying to light the stance spirit. Alright, maybe they could take a small detour.

Astral was walking through Hidden Forest with Hennessy. They were, obviously, getting soaked and they didn't mind at all, since they would just deepcall to give light back to each other. Currently, they were in Forest Brooke, splashing the water at each other and just laughing in general. They almost didn't notice anything changing until Astral's cape started turning white faster than normal.

Quickly, they grabbed hands and hid under a tree, wondering what was happening. Why was the rain suddenly more dangerous than before? Would they be able to get out of there? Astral's main thought was about the moths. Would the gates to the rainy area be permanently closed? Would the moths be resourceful enough to friend each other and make it to the temple?

God, she hoped so, because Hennessy was soon trying to drag her to get to temple themselves. Hennessy also tended to be strong, so there was no escaping her grip as she dragged Astral through the rain, under trees, and closer to Forest's end and the safety of its temple. They were both glad there were a lot of hides.

Quickly, they managed to get to the end stretch, to the area right before the broken bridge. They didn't notice the darkness that was curling up things behind them. Not until Hennessy tripped over one that was swiftly growing in front of them. The mantas weren't even out, too ensared in the growing darkness to help. So, Astral mustered all the strength she could and dragged out Hennessy, who'd gotten her foot caught on the darkness.

Together, they rushed to the broken bridge and lit each part of it. One, two, three. Then they ran forward to stop the rain. But it didn't work. All of the candles were lit. Everything was correct, so why wasn't it disappearing? That's when Astral noticed one of the bells had stopped ringing, and the darkness that was twisting its way up them all.

"Hennessy, we have to go!"

"But it's not working! The rain will kill us without it."

"Well, why don't you call the jellies yourself then. They can handle it but the darkness is getting worse, and fast."

Hennessy nodded slightly, took in a breath, and let it out again. Taking in a bigger one, she used it to call the jellies as loud as she could. It seemed to work, because a few measly ones managed to make their way up. Quickly, Astral grabbed her hand and dragged her forward, taking off faster than Hannessey could really react. But, Astral was a quick flier, so she just trusted the slightly smaller sky kid.

It wasn't even a minute before they landed and shoved the doors open. Once they were inside, Astral worked on making sure the doors were open for moths, but not darkness. It seemed a few skykids had already burned the darkness inside, so they were safe. Hennessy stepped forward.

"Teth!"

Quickly, the elder would've come down.

"What is it? Is it eden?"

"Kind of. The darkness. It's everywhere and it's growing fast. The rain is worse than before. The moths aren't going to make it to the temple and some of the ikemen won't either."

"Let me see."

Teth wrenched one of the heavy doors open to look outside and, sure enough, the darkness was crawling over their towers, silencing bells while the rain silenced panicked honks.

"Mm. I'll have to bring this up with the other elders. Go home. This is much more then your business."

Astral dutifully nodded and bowed to the elder before moving to drag Hennessy down to go home. Hannessa just followed, wanting to make sure their friends were all ok.

Pipi was in Prairie Village when the darkness got worse. She tried her best to burn it all and keep the bells ringing, but a firefly could only do so much alone, especially since she needed the mantas to get to the temple. Obviously, the extra growth was strange, but not too strange. It has grown back in simply a second before, so it's not doubtful that it might grow just a bit more this time.

However, Pipi knew she was in danger when the darkness wrapped around her wrist, essentially trapping her. Quickly, she began honking worriedly for help and, quickly, an ikeman came to the rescue. They burned the darkness and gifted her a candle before taking her hand and flying her up to the temple. She just let them, knowing her measly amount of stars couldn't.

Carefully, they set her down on the bridge before going to fix the darkness. So, with all her wax, Pipi went inside the temple, collected the last bits of candles resting there, and collected her candles before leaving again. She flew across the bridge, going in the direction of bird's nest, when she faltered. All of the towers had thickly growing darkness on them, preventing the bells from ringing.

Pipi also noticed the darkness was crawling up toward the temple. She had to warn the elder and spirits. As fast as she could, Pipi made a u-turn and flew back into the temple.

"Ayin!"

She meditated to gain the elder's attention and, quickly, the elder turned to her.

"Hello, Child. Long time no see."

"I know, but there's no time for hellos," she was panicking a bit and Ayin paused when he noticed.

"What's wrong?"

"The darkness! It's growing faster than usual, the bells can't ring, and it's coming up here!"

Setting his pot down, Ayin stepped forward.

"I will make sure everyone makes it to safety. Please, go home and remain safe yourself."

Nodding, Pipi meditated to go home. When she got there, she noticed everyone else was there except...

"Now that we're all gathered: Where's Darcy, Ari?"

They should be in Vault, at the top. Sah and Mek were going to bring them there until we can get them.

"Eli, what's happening with vault?"

"They're going to light it up to protect the elders and spirits for as long as possible, but the darkness might already be trying to go up."

Akraya nodded, "So we have until the darkness gets to the top of vault to save Darcy. Astral, how fast do you think you can get up there?"

"Well, I think it could be semi fast, but I could sling Pomari up to get Darcy faster."

"I can climb up pretty quickly, but I can't bring anyone extra," Eli took out their staff, their main instrument for their climbing and jumping.

"Maybe I could get some ikemen to help, too?" Pipi looked up hopefully, wanting to be involved for once, since they usually always protected her.

"But Pipi, going up there might not be the best for you. You should stay here, and I can stay with you if you want!" Hennnessy smiled at the firefly softly, hoping she's agree.

The firefly just nodded and sat, looking at the ground.

"I know, Pipi, I'm sorry, but we're dealing with something so much bigger than the normal vault."

"I know... it's ok, Arkaya... just... go work on saving Darcy."

We will. Don't worry.

Hennessy sat by Pipi and started trying to make her laugh as the others walked into vault.

Their plan was set. The would get to the top, grab Darcy, and leave as fast as possible, after waking them up. Astral flew them up the first part, though, once she was out of light, Pomari took over, pushing up as far as possible. As soon as Pomari ran out, Eli was flung to one of the walls to climb up quickly, leaving Arakaya to almost get there, thanks to his torch and platforms, a minute or two after they did.

He found Eli kneeling next to Darcy, who was currently unconscious, and gently slapping their cheek to try and wake them up. Arkaya moved to shake them, a bit roughly but enough to wake them up.

"Darcy! How do you feel?" Arkaya's voice was laced with worry, but Darcy just smiled weakly before becoming extremely focused on something behind him. Quickly, he turned, only to see a krill looking right at him.

Before he could do anything, Darcy was pushing themselves up, unsheathing the sword on their back. It glittered a bit in the low light, the brightest thing within the entirety of vault. Quickly, the krill refocused.

Not all 11 of their stars were lit, but that didn't matter. It was focused, almost hypnotized by Darcy's sword. It gave them time to undo their cape, slowly moving the sword to keep its attention. Then, the shiny cape was thrown in the air, and the krill charged right at it.

"Down!" Darcy's voice was commanding, especially to Arkaya and Eli, who had almost frozen with the krill.

"What?!"

"I said down!" Quickly, they sheathed their sword and dragged the two back and over the edge, quickly falling with them.

"But what about your cape?! You'll get hurt if you try to land!" Arkaya was now even more worried about Darcy's split decision.

"Then land for me!"

They focused on keeping the sword in its sheath, their only permanent possession, as they dived down, dodging the platforms that were flying by. Astral could see them, coming down faster than Arkaya and Eli, though Arkaya reached forward, trying to grab them, even by the foot.

They had a countdown in their head, how many seconds they were ahead of Arkaya. The diving was just a quick way down. Seconds before they would've hit the ground, they flipped into an x, slowing themselves down majorly.

Arkaya took this chance, grabbing their arm, pulling them against him, and flapping up as hard as he could with one arm. Darcy just wrapped their arms around Arkaya as they both softly landed.

"You have got to be insane..." Arkaya just gently ran his hand through their hair, assuring himself they were ok.

"Well... it got us out, right...?"

Astral cut in, "Kind of. It's coming."

Darcy looked up tiredly, seeing the darkness that was wrapping itself around the ladder. The winged light was gone. They had to be quick. Taking in a breath, they pushed away from Arkaya and walked to a small pile of lanterns, taking out their candle.

"What're you doing?"

"I'm lighting them. These are rigged to the entirety of the lanterns. It'll stop the darkness until it burns out. Maybe the elders and spirits will find a safe spot until then."

"And... you're sure about that?"

Darcy stood as one of the lanterns lit, then the rest of the pile, "Positive, Ark..."

5 notes · View notes

et-lesailes · 4 years

Text

white suit

pairing: chris evans x celeb!reader

word count: 2105

summary: when you see chris in his white suit at the knives out premiere, you need him. asap.

themes: smut (18+)

taglist: @viarogers, @evanstush, @chibi-crazy, @songforhema, @tanyam93, @bval-1, @wonderwinchester, @little-miss-exo, @poerebel, @patzammit, @rohaintahquil, @deidrashouseofpain, @firstangeldragonranch, @sammyslonglostshoe, @mizariomi, @jadedhillon, @bohemian-barbie, @marvelouspottering, @sebabestianstan101, @pining-and-tired, @gogomez-509, @a-distantdreamer, @malthestoryteller, @rainbowkisses31, @melannie77, @gigistorm, @lille-kattunge, @teller258316, @peach-acid, @allsortsofinterests, @xoxabs88xox, @heyiamthatbitch, @cptn-sgrogers, @heyyouwiththeassbutt, @bangtan-serendipity, @troublermalik, @beardburnsupersoldiers, @hannie-stark, @bookish-shristi, @kind-sober-fullydressed, @whores4thor, @gingerninjaprincess16, @straightforwardly, @danathewitchywoman, @denisemarieangelina, @mango--mango, @frencchfries, @xlanawriter, @littlemoistcarrot, @pottxrwolff, @arianatheangelworld, @ifuseekamyevans, @southerngracela, @nsfwsebbie, @captainsbxbygirl, @boobear729, @naturalavenger, @sebslut, @the-omni-princess, @jbug491writinghelp, @capshoney, @barnestann, @mr-skyline-r34

notes: it’s been 59 years since the premiere and the appearance of this beautiful white suit but i couldn’t post it while i was traveling so HOPE YOU ENJOY NOW! graphic creds to @thewritingdoll!

You had been mingling with the other stars by the red carpet and posing for photos when you suddenly heard a loud cheer arise from the crowd of paparazzi and journalists. Looking over, your mouth dropped as you saw Chris step out of the car, clad in the most handsome white suit you had ever seen. It fit his tall figure perfectly, his long legs accentuated by the alabaster fabric and his skin practically glowing.

He literally looked like a goddamn angel.

He made eye contact with you and gave you a wink before doing his part as one of the actors in the movie that was being premiered, posing for different shots and answering as many questions as he could. You had almost ended up being his date that evening until his manager had said he wanted him to focus on being with the cast of the movie-- now you were starting to think that was a good thing, seeing you wouldn’t have been able to let him leave the house without jumping him.

“Chris, the rumors surrounding you and Y/N are still rampant-- are you two together? We saw she’s here to support you tonight!” one of the paparazzi chirped, and you barely blushed. Ever since you and Chris had starred in a project together a few months earlier, the general public refused to let it go that the two of you must be dating. In a way, they were right. You had confessed your feelings to one another, you practically acted like a couple when you were around each other, and you had some of the best sex you had ever had in your life. He was perfect boyfriend material, but both of you had also agreed you did not want to rush into it with labels just yet. Especially not when it concerned the public.

“Hm. Something like that,” he answered simply with a playful wink, making you blush even harder-- though you quickly turned to your friends’ conversation to make it seem like you weren’t paying attention. “No, yeah, she’s an amazing woman and we’ve been spending a lot of time together. But that’s all I can tell you for right now.”

“Why don’t you two take a picture together? Y/N! Y/N, get over here!” You heard your name and you looked over, your cheeks still pink but you couldn’t help but smile as you glanced at him. He immediately grinned, holding his arm out as if to welcome you to his side. “Yeah, get over here. You look gorgeous tonight,” he complimented you in front of the sea of reporters, and even though your literal profession involved receiving attention from others, you suddenly felt more shy than you ever had before. Still, it did not mean you weren’t happy to come over to his side, giving him a hug before waving to the cameras, feeling secure with his large hand rested on your lower hip.

“Y/N, what do you like most about Chris?” a reporter asked, and you laughed as you looked over. “It’s hard to pick one thing,” you admitted, glancing up at him with a soft smile. “I’ve gotta say his sense of humor is definitely up there, though. He makes me laugh because he’s so grounded and humble with his jokes, we both have that dark, kinda self deprecating humor where we can make fun of ourselves and each other. It’s really fun.”

“And Chris? What do you like about Y/N?”

“Wait, wait--” you laughed as you interrupted playfully, “isn’t this supposed to be about Knives Out? Ask him questions about the movie, c’mon!”

“Okay, okay, but you’re not getting off the hook about your relationship just yet!” the journalist called, and you chuckled softly, giving his arm a little squeeze. “I’m going to go say hi to people. Come find me when you’re done?”

“You bet,” he murmured with a wide grin, his blue eyes twinkling.

Even as you were at the bar talking with some friends, you couldn’t take your eyes off Chris as he took pictures with his fellow cast members a little further away. How did someone look that damn good? It absolutely baffled you, but you couldn’t deny you wanted him. No, needed him. You almost felt lewd raking your eyes over his tall, built figure and the way the classy suit hung off of it, but you couldn’t help yourself.

When he was finally done, he almost immediately began scanning the crowd and you couldn’t help but smile seeing that he was looking for you. Once he found you a wide smile spread across his lips as he made his way over, hand reaching to squeeze your side lightly. “Hey, you. Want me to get you another drink?”

“I think I want something else,” you mumbled, looking around before looking up at him, your eyes flashing with urgency. “And I think you know what it is.” He blinked, clearly thrown off for a second before slowly smirking and raising an eyebrow. “Damn, baby. Right now?”

You scoffed, reaching up to play with his tie. “Do you see yourself right now?” You bit your lip, looking at him somewhat desperately. “Please. Real quick. Before the movie starts.” He chuckled lowly and looked around at everyone before nodding, taking your hand. “Fuck. Can’t guarantee it’ll be that quick, but I’m not going to say no to you, sweetheart. Come on, let’s go.”

You gladly let him lead you away from the crowd of celebrities and camerapeople, still staring at his perfect outfit wondering if you wanted to rip it all off or simply... leave it on. Either way seemed just as appealing. He pulled you into one of the auditorium’s storage closets, slamming the door shut before pulling you to his body with a playfully cocky smirk.

“So what exactly got you so excited, hm baby?” he murmured as he leaned down close to your ear, and you scoffed softly as you allowed your fingers to run over the ivory corduroy of his suit. “This damn outfit. I-- fuck, Chris, you look so good.” You grabbed his neck and pulled him down to your level, pressing your lips against his in a fierce and seductive kiss. He gladly complied, a low growl of satisfaction slipping from his throat as he held your waist in his large hands, his tongue already eagerly pushing itself into your mouth. “Want me to leave it on, then?” he mumbled playfully between kisses, and you moaned softly as you pulled on his lower lip with your teeth. “Yes, please.” You ran your hands over his clothed chest and pulled back for a second, whispering, “But right now I just want you to relax.”

You ran your hand down to his crotch, squeezing and cupping the tent that had formed in those pristine matching pants. The thought of him fucking you in such a dashing, classy outfit somehow felt more exciting. He groaned as you rubbed the outline of his length pressing against the fabric, practically begging to be let free. You normally liked to tease a little more, but you were too eager as you undid his belt, sliding his pants and briefs down and watching his erection spring up towards you. You slid down onto your knees, your gown flowing around you as you wrapped your fingers around his thick length. “Fuck,” he growled hungrily, already bucking his hips forward. “You look so fucking hot like this, babe. Shit, keep going…”

You pumped him for a few moments, licking at your lips as you smirked up at him. “What do you want me to do, Chris?” you breathed out, and the corner of his lips tugged upwards, his chest heaving slightly. “I want you to suck my dick as hard as you can like the naughty little girl you are, baby.” You giggled breathlessly and slowly leaned in, running your tongue over his tip teasingly. His low hums and subtle shudders were only doing more to turn you on, your hand pumping his base and occasionally moving to squeeze and play with his balls as you began taking more of his length into your mouth. He groaned as he ran his fingers through your hair, his grip tightening as you began sucking harder. “Mm…. fuck, baby, just like that… you’re so fucking good at this…”

You bobbed your head up and down, running your tongue along an underside vein and humming in pleasure. “You’re so big, Chris,” you whimpered somewhat muffled, and he smirked breathlessly as he kept your head down, his broad fingers pulling at your hair. You kept sucking him off until you heard him inhale sharply, his groans low and guttural. “Can’t make me come yet, baby, fuck-- I need to be inside you.” He pulled back and you gasped at the sudden emptiness, though able to catch your breath again. Before you knew it, he was scooping you up into his arms.

He pinned you up against the wall, pressing his lips against yours again in a rough kiss as his hands reached down to find your ass he loved so much, cupping and groping aggressively. You moaned in delight as he used this grip to hoist you up, keeping your back against the wall. You gasped happily as he trailed his open mouth down to your neck, sucking and kissing roughly while you reached up to tug at his short hair. “Mm… Chris, don’t… leave any marks…” you whimpered, your breaths getting heavier from lust. “Mm… but what if I want everyone to know you’re mine, gorgeous…?” he mumbled in his strong Boston accent, and you practically shivered from how sexy his deep voice sounded. “Then maybe I’d want everyone to know you’re mine too..” you whispered, and he groaned as he kept nipping at your skin. “That’s perfectly fine with me, baby.”

You lifted up your gown to move your panties aside, breathing out desperately, “I need you, Chris. Please.” He was getting even harder just listening to you, growling as he helped move you positioning you right onto his length. You held his shoulders as you sunk down onto him, moaning and tilting your head back. “O-oh my God.. mm… Chris…”

He groaned deeply, gripping your waist tightly as he helped move you up and down, his fingers digging into your sides so roughly you knew there would be bruises by the next day. “Shit. You’re so goddamn tight, baby. Fuck, that feels… so fucking good…”

You continued riding him, fingernails digging into his shoulders as hisses of pleasure escaped your lips, bouncing on his cock with pure delight as you rolled your neck to one side. “Chris, fuck…!! You’re so fucking big,” you moaned, and he smirked as he moved you faster, his breathing getting heavier. You loved how strong he was, how easy it was for him to support you as he controlled your pace, his own hips bucking upwards at the same time to thrust into you deeper. Your moans were becoming louder, and so he lifted one hand up to clamp against your lips, looking at you as he breathed heavily and let out little grunts of satisfaction. “Now we can’t have everyone out there hearing us, baby girl, I’m sure they’re wondering where we are already…”

You let out muffled whimpers against his large palm, even nibbling on the skin as much as you could to relieve your frustration as you felt him deep inside you. “C’mon. C’mon, baby, come for me,” he growled, leaning in to nip at the parts of your chest that was revealed from the low cut gown. With each thrust hitting your sweet spot, you couldn’t help but shut your eyes and let yourself sink into the haze of euphoria, drawing a sharp breath as you felt it coming. You released, still moaning into his hand, and he came not long after, his breaths ragged as his broad chest heaved up and down.

“Fuck.” You breathed out, staring into his eyes with your own wide ones, holding the sides of his face. “We should-- we should get out there, the movie’s going to start soon…”

He smirked and kissed you as he carefully set you down, leaning down with the kiss as he squeezed your waist. “Mm, if you say so, baby, but you’re sitting next to me so I can have a little more fun in that dark theater.”

#chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans imagine #chris evans x you #chris evans fic

1K notes · View notes

rachelalghul · 4 years

Text

The koala-patterned panty

[fluff]

Okay, so they were all hanging out in the lounge, watching from one movie to another on Netflix, a few episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine, ate two boxes of pizza and apparently, there were more snack on the way (Gar ordered a bunch of snacks online). And by ‘they’, meant that Raven, Garfield, Cass, Wally and even Damian Wayne, were hanging out together. Even though Damian didn’t talk much, but he still made the effort to hang out with his girlfriend’s friends. Well, after Raven had pleaded for him to give a chance to make more friends. Clearly, it wasn’t working when he didn’t try to make a conversation with them.

He stayed quiet, sitting beside her on the big couch, one hand around her waist, forming circles on her hips. The only time he opened his mouth was when Gar turned to him for his opinion over an argument he was having with Wally. And Damian’s response was; “I’m not participating in a childish argument,”

Which then made Gar huffed out and crossed his arms, and challenged Damian in a spar, “Wanna bet to see that you’re wrong?”

“Oh sure, c’mon, how much will I get?” Damian sat up straight on the couch, taking on the bet, he could use some money at the moment since his father had recently cut his credit card because of his poor grades, “I could really use some money now,”

“Oh yeah? You’re so sure you can win? Come down tomorrow at 8 in the gym,” Gar suggested, now standing up in the middle of the lounge.

“Oh you’re on, green boy,”

Gar sat down, satisfied, and continued to argue with Wally again. Cass glanced between Damian and Gar, laughing out loud and had everyone’s attention.

“Why are you laughing?” Wally asked, raising an eyebrow at Cass who still couldn’t stop laughing. “Okay, who put weird shit in her food?”

“N—no, not that,” Cass tried to stop her laugh, taking deep breaths and held her stomach, “I just can’t believe that Gar was able to make Damian act childishly just now, and none of them realised it,”

“I’m disappointed, Wayne, I thought you were the ‘I’m matured’ kinda guy,” Cass added, smirking at a now flustered Damian.

“When did I act childish?” Damian asked, not wanting to admit that he lost his cool just now.

“You were,” Raven finally voiced, after being on the silent side watching Gar and Wally while being surprised herself, but she didn’t say anything about it.

“What?” Damian looked down at his girlfriend, who was grinning cheekily at him, “When did I—“

“Nah, dude, you really did lose your cool,” Wally then took the turn to point it out.

“Then that means I’m cool, cus I got him to lose it!” Gar exclaimed excitedly, crossing his arms with so much smugness.

“No, you were totally childish,” Cass mused, “But your childishness broke his ice,”

“You guys are overthinking it, I did not lose my cool,” Damian still tried to defend himself, and added, “C’mon, let’s just watch another Brooklyn Nine-Nine’s episode, I’m bored,”

“Sure Damian,” Cass cooed, smirking while pressing the next episode.

Raven glanced to her boyfriend and she saw his jaw still twitched, from that she knew he was still in his thoughts about it and she felt bad for it, since well, she joined the force against him too. She looked around and made sure that everyone was focused on watching the episode of halloween where they had the game of who’s best detective.

She turned to him again and hastily placed a kiss on his cheek to distract him from his thoughts. She quickly turned back to the TV in front of them, snuggling her head on his shoulder to avoid his eyes. Her face was hot now, even after three months together, she was still embarrassed whenever she kissed him, be it on the cheek, on the lips, or somewhere else.

She felt the grip on her hips tightened, and his breath was on her ear now, softly whispered into her skin, “Come to my room in 10 minutes,”

Then, Damian got up from the couch, leaving the lounge with an excuse of having homework to do.

Raven watched Damian walked away, leaving the lounge and she turned back to watching the episode on the TV. 10 minutes.

She ended up watching the whole episode; she was totally hooked with the episode wanting to know who won this time and completely forgot about meeting Damian in 10 minutes, which now was like 25 minutes ago.

“Shoot!” She jumped up from her couch, earning curious stares and she completely made up a lie, “I haven’t finished my homework which I’m supposed to send in tomorrow!”

“What home—“ Cass did not manage to finish her question as Raven dashed away from the lounge, running toward the opposite way of their room. She smirked, “Ah, nevermind,”

Gar looked at Cass, “Do I have any homework I haven’t done?”

“You have homework due since the start of the semester,” Wally interjected, narrowing his eyes at Gar.

“Oh well,” he shrugged his shoulders and pressed for another episode.

While Raven ran like hell to Damian’s room, enterring the room without checking if anyone was there to snitch on them. She opened the door to see Damian was reading on his bed, book in one hand rested on his left knee which he brought to his chest.

She slowly closed the door, “I’m sorry, I totally got distracted by the episode, I wanted to know who won the game and I—“

“Who won?”

“What?” She raised her eyebrows, taking two steps to his bed, watching him marking the page he read with a receipt before closing the book.

“I asked, who won the best detective in the episode?” He repeated his question, his gaze is now on her, staring at her with no expression kn his face.

She stood at the foot of his queen sized bed (he’s a Wayne so he gets special treatment), holding the knob of the foot, she tried to keep eye contact with him but failed miserably as her gaze fell on the book beside him, “Gina won, she tricked everybody by losing her fake tooth and—“

“Hmm,” Damian hummed, bending forward and pulled Raven by her hand, and her back touched his bed. He dipped his face into the crook of her neck, light kisses were pressed on her skin.

“I waited for you for 30 minutes...” His soft lips grazed her jaw, his hot breath on her skin resulting in a shiver down her spine.

“I’m sorry,” Raven breathed, her mind couldn’t really think much when Damian was so close to her.

The proximity of the distance between them only helped in the blood in her skin around her face area; she was blushing.

“Mmm,” Damian pulled her legs up the bed, sitting between her legs and kissed her roughly, not giving a chance for her to breathe.

His hands grip her thighs tightly, groaning when she lifted her hips to have some friction against his crotch. He left a trail of kisses down her clothed chest to the waistband of her shorts. His eyes trailed up to hers, asking for permission.

“Please...” her voice came out in a ragged breath, gripping the sheets under her.

She felt his fingers dipped into her shorts and at that moment she remembered what she was wearing.

“Wait!” She stopped Damian’s hands from taking off her shorts.

Damian looked at her with a surprised expression and also frustrated. “Why? Are you on your period?”

“N—no, just that...”

How could she tell him that she was wearing the most childish panty ever? White panty with chibi koalas pattern? That is such a turn-off.

She wasn’t expecting for a make out session with Damian today, she planned her day today to make sure he spent his time with her friends, to help him make friends. Making out? Did not approach her mind at the time.

“I’m not wearing my... alluring underwear...”

Damian chuckled at that, loving how adorable his girlfriend was blushing for not wearing a sexy underwear to make him turn on. Raven could be wearing a large sweatshirt that makes her fingers barely come out of the sleeves and a baggy sweatpants, and the sight could still turn him on.

“Raven, I don’t care, right now I just want to eat you,” he said, admitting that he was only thinking of one thing at that moment; to taste her.

Raven covered her face with her hands as she felt Damian’s fingers in her shorts again, then, she thought of an idea, “Or just take my panty off as well along with my shorts,”

Damian was quiet for a moment, eyes on Raven who was covering her face from him. Honestly, right now, the mood was no longer there. What he wanted now was to see what she was wearing that made her so embarrassed.

He didn’t listen to her idea and pulled down her shorts, revealing her panty; koala pattern.

He grinned, “Koala pattern? Really, Raven?”

Raven whined through her hands, “What, I thought they were cute and I did not plan for us to make out today, today was supposed to be the day you learn how to make—“

Damian held her wrists and pulled her hands away from her face, staring in her quivering violet eyes, “God, I fucking love you,”

“What?”

“You really think your choice of underwear will change how I see you?”

“Well, they certainly would turn you off,” she crossed her arms over her chest, looking away from him.

“No, I actually wouldn’t care, Raven, trust me, when I’m so blinded by lust I wouldn’t think of anything else beside wanting to have you,” he said, brushing her hair, “You stopping me twice is the main reason I’m no longer in the mood now,”

“Good, because making out session is not in my schedule for today,” she sat up on the bed, pulling on her shorts and lie on the bed next to him, holding the book up in the air to read the synopsis.

“You can’t plan when we’re going to kiss or have sex,” he said, trying to tease her.

“Yes, I can,” she countered back, not wanting to lose.

Damian smiled watching her reading his book, he lie down next to her and snake his right hand around her waist and his left hand under her her, snuggling into her. His lips touched her soft cheek for a moment, “I fucking love you, Raven,”

“I love you too, Damian,”

[END]

#damian al ghul #damian wayne #damianxraven #damirae #damirae fanfiction #dc #dc cinematic universe #demonbirds #justice league #rachel roth

88 notes · View notes

dakotacrisis · 5 years

Text

Transferred (2)

I am back with the salt!

---

After explaining what had happened in the classroom, the principal gave Marinette three days detention. If Lila was there she probably would have talked Mr. Damocles into a full blown week of detention. Why stop there? Lila had already dragged her down far enough that she probably could have gotten Marinette suspended.

Mr. Damocles dismissed Marinette back to class. She wasn’t ready to head back into the belly of the beast yet and made a detour for the locker room. She laid back on one of the benches and stared at the ceiling.

“Marinette?” Tikki popped out of her purse, “Do you want me to pull up your ‘Feel Better’ playlist?”

“No. Thanks though, Tikki.” she held the kwami close, “I just need some time to breathe.”

“Why don’t you say something? What is happening to you can’t be justified by any means.”

“It’ll just be my word against Lila’s. I may be the one with the deeper history with my classmates but she knows how to turn the situation around to look like the victim. She’s like a more manipulative Chloe. Everyone knows Chloe is full of it so they aren’t taken in. With Lila though they only know what she’s shown them. What she’s shown them reflects back on me like a funhouse mirror.”

“Marinette? You in here?” Tikki disappeared back into Marinette’s purse. Adrien walked into the locker room. “There you are, I got worried when you didn’t come back to class earlier.”

“I’m fine,” Marinette sat up, “Lila got to me is all.”

“I saw that.” He sat down next to her, “I’ve seen you get mad before but to rush her like that…”

“That’s not how I am. Even at my angriest I’ve never resorted to violence as a means to vent my rage. It’s like she’s getting in my head. Pushing all my buttons in the perfect way so I explode.”

“It won’t be like this forever. The truth will come out and then she won’t have a leg to stand on.”

“How much longer though? I can’t keep going on like this, Adrien.”

“I can’t say. But you’re strong, stronger than all of us. Our everyday Ladybug, remember?” he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “No matter how much she tries to distort the truth you’ll always have me in your corner.”

Marinette’s brain was short circuiting at the contact. She still had enough sense about her to listen to what Adrien was saying though. “Thanks, Adrien.”

They walked back to class and Adrien politely nudged Nino back to the desk with Alya. Everyone else was staring at Marinette like a fairy tale villain. Truly that stunt with Lila had tilted the scales in her favor. Adrien had enough foresight to keep her shielded from the worst of it by keeping her close. Her own shining knight.

Adrien even walked her home to make sure no one accosted her.

She’s strong. She can be strong. Even when she’s not Ladybug she can do anything. No weakness. No sadness. She can’t fall prey to Lila’s attacks. She won’t!

As the days went by Lila’s assault was unending. Every incident was at best inconvenient or at worst horribly damaging to her psyche and/or reputation. Marinette kept a brave face and didn’t let it break until she was alone. The process of holding everything in was grating on her already shot nerves. If things didn’t get better soon Marinette wasn’t sure how long she was going to last.

Another day dawned and Marinette gathered her courage as she walked into the school building. “Marinette!” Rose ran up to her, “Look at what a fan of Kitty Section made us?”

Marinette took the little pencil topper out of Rose’s hand. Each one was meant to look like a little chibi of each member in their band gear. “These are adorable, Rose! Kitty Section has really taken off since that tv concert, huh?”

“It is really exciting.” Juleka smiled.

“Excuse me ladies,” Max walked up to the group, “You wouldn’t happen to have seen a travel charger anywhere have you?”

“No. Did you lose yours?” Marinette asked.

“It was in my locker but now it’s gone.”

“We’ll keep an eye out for it.” The girls promised and they all went to class.

It was a shame that Max had lost his charger. Maybe it was just a boy thing. Nino’s headphones went missing yesterday too.

The next day Mylene was in mourning since she couldn’t find her favorite headband. It was a birthday present from Ivan and it had disappeared without a trace. Even the Kitty Section pencil toppers Rose and Juleka had been showing off to their classmates had vanished. There was no way this could be a coincidence. There was a thief among them. Marinette’s immediate hunch was one Lila Rossi but she didn’t say anything. How could she? She didn’t have any proof outside of her distrust of the girl.

“No! No! No!” Lila was in her seat at the back of the class looking frantic as she deposited the contents of her bag out on the desk.

“Something wrong, Lila?” Alya was the first to ask.

“My phone is gone!” Lila sniffled, “I need it on me at all times in case of emergencies. I’m one of Clara Nightingale’s emergency contacts. If she gets hurt I’ll have no way of knowing!”

Marinette scoffed. An emergency contact to Clara Nightingale? Marinette was sure Lila had never so much had been in the same room as Clara let alone be good enough friends to be an emergency contact. Just another tall tale.

“Don’t worry, we’ll help you find it.” Nino grabbed his phone and dialed Lila’s number.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

All eyes swiveled to where Marinette was sitting. Her bookbag was ringing.

No…

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Hesitantly Marinette reached for her bag and unzipped the front pocket. Sure enough there was Lila’s phone.

How had she managed to sneak her phone in there? It must have been when Marinette went to the bathroom earlier. Stupid! You would think that she would have learned not to leave her belongings alone with that snake slithering about.

“Marinette, why did you take my phone?” Lila stuck out her bottom lip.

“I didn’t take your phone!”

“You do realize that you just pulled it out of your bag, right?” Alya eyed Marinette suspiciously, “Also, you kinda have a track record of palming people’s phones.”

“But I didn’t--Hey!” Kim had grabbed Marinette’s bag. “Give it back!” Marinette reached for it but Kim was too tall.

“If you stole my phone then what if you stole all the recent missing items of our classmates?” Lila had quickly gotten over her ‘shock’ of Marinette’s ‘theft’. “I think it would put us all at ease if we made sure you aren’t the thief in our midst.”

Kim unzipped Marinette’s bag and rummaged around. “Look what we have here.” he pulled out a pair of headphones. “These are yours, aren’t they Nino?”

“Yeah, I put that sticker on them.” Nino took the headphones back. “Marinette?”

“I didn’t--I don’t know how those got in there!” She knew perfectly well how they did. Lila.

Kim handed the bag over to Lila. “Look, the Kitty Section pencil toppers, Mylene’s favorite headband, and Max’s travel charger.”

“No!” She snatched her bag back from and emptied the rest of it. There wasn’t anymore pilfered items but it didn’t matter much now. “I swear to you all, I did not steal any of this! I’m being framed!”

“Who would frame you?”

“Lila! She’s been out to ruin me since she got here! All the pranks, my paper being deleted, the wrong name in the newspaper, the thefts. It’s all been her! You’re all just too blind to see it!”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I will not stand to hear your lies about me. I have done nothing wrong. I offered you friendship time and again and all you’ve ever done is yell at me. What have I ever done to you that I warrant this treatment?”

“Cut the crap, Lila! I don’t care if I’m the only one who can see through you, I will not take the fall for your sabotage again!”

“But I’ve never--”

“Liar! For once in your life tell the truth! You stole all that stuff and then slipped it into my bag so that it would look like I took it. I have to have some faith that everyone will see you for what you truly are. You. Are. A. LIAR!”

“I--I--” Lila bolted out of the room.

“Hey! Get back here!”

“Marinette!” It was Alya that snapped, “Just stop.”

“What?”

“Stop trying to make Lila the bad guy here.”

“She is the bad guy!”

“No. She isn’t.” Alya sighed and walked over to her friend, “You’ve been on edge lately and you’ve been taking out all that frustration on Lila. It isn’t fair. She’s here trying to get an education and make friends like the rest of us and you are resolute in your decision to hate her.”

“Alya, please,” Marinette begged, “Not you too. You’re a journalist. You’ve said it yourself that you have to have all the facts before you can make a concrete judgement. What makes more sense? That I would steal all this stuff and blame Lila because I got caught? Or that Lila, the girl you barely know, is a pathological liar and manipulator that hates me?”

“I don’t want to believe that either of you are a bad person. The facts as they are presented paint a telling picture. One that doesn’t portray you as much of a hero, I’m afraid.”

“Please…” Marinette was losing the will to live. Not Alya too. Please not her best friend.

“I’m sorry, Marinette. But I can’t condone this kind of behaviour. We all know why you really don’t like her and projecting your jealousy onto her just because she likes Adrien isn’t healthy. I think you owe her and everyone else here an apology.”

“Adrien? You think this is still about Adrien?” Marinette felt like she was going manic, “Not everything in my life revolves around him! I hate Lila because she is a liar, a thief, a manipulator, and a life ruiner. She has you all wrapped around her little finger and I can’t take it anymore. I will not stand here and be made the villain when all I’m doing is trying to rid the evil from my life.”

“Then how about you go?” Alix said. Everyone else nodded in silent agreement.

Marinette looked to Alya for something. Some kind of support. But she wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Fine…” Marinette stuffed everything back into her bag, “I don’t want to be a part of a class like this anyways.”

She kept a brave face, her heart hardening as she walked to the principal’s office. They talked for a couple minutes and Mr. Damocles started the paperwork for her transfer. After he told her it was in motion she thanked him and started to leave the school.

On her way out of the school she passed Adrien heading in. “Marinette, hey, where’s the fire?” he stopped her, “You’re crying…”

“I--” She sniffed loudly, “I can’t…”

“Shh, it’s alright,” Adrien sat her down on the steps, “What happened?”

“Lila happened. What else would it be?” she spat.

Adrien listened patiently as Marinette ranted and blubbered about how Lila had framed her for stealing all the missing items. How she broke down and chewed Lila out. How the class turned on Marinette because of it. Finally she told him about her decision to take their suggestion and leave the school.

“But that is--” Adrien clenched and unclenched his fists, “This isn’t right! You shouldn’t have to leave. I’ll go in there and tell them all the truth right now.”

“Don’t. They’ll just turn on you too.” Marinette muttered into her knees.

“I don’t want you to go though.” Adrien took one of her hands and squeezed it, “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to make you stay? We’ll move to a different class away from Lila.”

“That means so much but if I’m in this school Lila will still find a way. Being around all these people that think I’m the bad one is wreaking havoc on my mind. All it is going to lead to is even more stress and with everything else going on in my life that’s one thing I don’t need right now.”

“Marinette--”

“I can’t--I can’t--” Marinette hiccuped, fresh tears welling in her eyes, “I can’t anymore. I’m not strong--strong enough. I’m sorry,” she wiped at her eyes trying to banish the tears before they could spill, “I--I’m sorry I can’t be stronger. I’m sorry.”

Adrien pulled her into a bone crushing hug. “No. You don’t need to apologize.” He pulled back enough so he could look in her eyes, “Never apologize.”

She hugged him back burying her face into his neck as she pulled together her last shreds of dignity and strength. She never wanted to leave these arms. She was safe here. Accepted. At least one person still believed in her.

All too soon Marinette broke the hug and took a deep breath.

“You um,” she tried to force a smile, “You should head to class. I’ve been keeping you long enough.”

“You’re more important than a literature lecture right now,” He gave her a genuine smile, “When do you leave?”

“End of the week.”

“I’m gonna throw you a farewell party.”

“Who are you going to invite? All the people that still want to be associated with me?” Marinette joked but the comment was too real.

“It’ll be great...as great as a farewell party can be anyways.” Adrien helped her to her feet. “Are you going back to class?”

“No. Not today. I have to talk this whole transfer over with my parents anyway.”

“Where are you transferring to?”

“Lycee Carnot.”

“Hey, that’s where Kagami attends school.”

Marinette was too exhausted to curse her luck. Of course the school she would be transferring to would have her romantic rival. Kagami was better than Lila by far though. And at least she’ll know someone when she starts there. Even if the two of them haven’t really spoken more than a handful of sentences to each other.

They said goodbye and Marinette went home to explain further what the principal had called them about. Her parents were saddened to hear how horribly she had been suffering. Had they not been paying attention? Was that why she was so reclusive lately?

Marinette assured her parents that this was not their fault in the least. She was in a bad spot and now she was out of it. Things could only get better now that she would be leaving the toxic environment Lila had created. They let their daughter go and rest. After some self care and a heaping helping of her favorite dessert they would talk more about this transfer.

Tikki floated next to Marinette’s head as she laid in bed. “Are you sure about this, Marinette? Lila can be exposed. We can still fix this.”

“This is fixing it, Tikki.” Marinette pulled up her Feel Better playlist and breathed slowly.

Lila had gotten what she wanted but Marinette saw this as her own win. Karma was an unforgiving mistress and in time it would come for Lila. Then Marinette could sit back and watch the carnage with a smile and a snack.

---

(1) (3) (4)

#miraculous ladybug #transfer au #salt fic #marinette dupain cheng #lila rossi #alya cesaire #adrien agreste #writing

290 notes · View notes

rannadylin · 4 years

Text

Character Interview: Lenneth

Another Watcher for Watcher Wednesday today! Once again I’ve lost track of who else (if anyone?) tagged me for another of these, and that means that I’m also open-tagging anyone and everyone! Got an OC who hasn’t done the interview yet? I’d love to read it!

Lenni’s chibi art, just as cute as Violet’s, is also by @artpigeons!

name ➔ Lenneth Morelli

are you single ➔ Nope! I have laid claim to one very handsome wizard!

are you happy ➔ Hey, I make the best of things.

are you angry ➔ Not usually.

are your parents still married ➔ I think they still would be if they weren’t dead, yeah. Pretty sure Dad died of a broken heart after Mom died, anyway.

NINE FACTS

birth place ➔ Rauatai, a town on the coast.

hair colour ➔ Brown with a bit of red to it

eye colour ➔ Hazel with a bit of green to it

birthday ➔ So fun story, over the years there’ve been about five different dates I’ve claimed as my birthday for, uh, various reasons pertinent to my goals of that moment. So I’m gonna have to not actually commit the real date to writing at this time.

mood ➔ Easily amused!

color scheme ➔ I like greens.

gender ➔ Female.

summer or winter ➔ Summer! Easier to travel then.

morning or afternoon ➔ Guess I’m more of an afternoon person, but I don’t really have a problem with mornings.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ Am I ever!

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ It sounds nice in the novels, but it’s usually not worked out that well for me in real life. Not that I didn’t think Aloth was cute from the start, because he sure is and I sure did. But he grew on me.

who ended your last relationship ➔ See, this boy I was running the streets with, a few towns back, more or less double-crossed me and made off with all the goods, so I guess he ended it in a sense.

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ I try not to get that connected with a mark, it’s just unprofessional.

are you afraid of commitments ➔ I…well…I do move around a lot. And I wear enough masks to know better than to trust easily. But I really want to make this one work. For as long as possible.

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Have I? *thinks* Hurry up with the interview, I’m gonna go hug the first person I see just to make sure!

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ I…well…ha! I wish. Actually I do get weird letters like that at Caed Nua sometimes but I’ve got people now to screen things like that for me. Weird, huh?

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ My heart’s pretty good at bouncing back. And moving on.

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ Little of column A, little of column B…

lemonade or iced tea ➔ Lemonade. Unless you’ve weighted the tea down with plenty of sugar? That’s good too!

cats or dogs ➔ I’m more of a dog person but cats are cute too!

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ Normally I’d say many – it’s good to have connections – but I’ve made a few friends lately that feel like something bigger than I’m used to, and that’s…really nice, turns out.

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ I’d say both but I can hear Aloth groaning as soon as I even think it, so we’ll compromise with In. 😉

day or night ➔ Night’s great for my line of work.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ Not all cons run smoothly, sad to say. But I think “times caught sneaking in” still outweighs “sneaking out”, though that’s not really saying much in my favor either.

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ *outburst of laughter culminating in gigglesnorts*

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Oh, yes. Every day. I…mask it with laughter sometimes, if I’m honest; and sometimes that’s not a mask, it’s just me clinging to what joy I can, but some hurts never go away.

wanted to disappear ➔ Both for professional and social reasons, oh yeah.

been involved in a fight you thought you couldn’t win ➔ Ha! I do not hold the record of “most times dragged back to consciousness post-fight by my party members” for nothing. Good thing they can win them without me when that happens!

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ Smile! I love when I can tease a smile out of him, too.

shorter or taller ➔ Taller! Look, I’m kinda short even for an elf. Not saying I wouldn’t date a dwarf or an orlan under the right circumstances, but taller looks real good right now.

intelligence or attraction ➔ I mean, why stop at one?

hook-up or relationship ➔ I’m liking the serious relationship thing these days.

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ It’s complicated. I think my parents and brother are too long dead for the Watcher stuff to help with that now. We got along as well as any ordinary family when I was a kid, though. And after our parents died, my siblings and I were as close as can be – had to be, to survive. My sister and I…well, it’s been a while since I talked to her, actually. I think that’s on me, though. All she did was settle down, and I’m realizing lately…that doesn’t mean she doesn’t need her big sis any more. I really oughta go back and visit.

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ It is a little weird, isn’t it?

have you ever ran away from home ➔ Not ran away so much as got evicted after Dad died and the landlord got tired of letting three jobless kids stay there. Okay, and there was one time when I was real little and Bree was just a baby that I got annoyed with not being the only child any more and went and sulked by the creek all night. Mom and Dad were so busy with the infant they…didn’t exactly notice right away, so I was stuck there till morning wondering just how dumb it would look to crawl back, when Dad came looking for me finally.

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ …of a few rentals we couldn’t make rent for. Also of a few towns my cons got seen through in. Yeah, there’s a reason I stick to the road so much and it’s not just because I love seeing the sights (but I do!).

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ There were some “friends” I used to associate with in the con artist days that were more like allies of convenience. And I guess there are some nobles I have to act like friends with when they come calling at Caed Nua on business. Don’t hate them exactly, but they sure are boring.

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ Of course! I am a people person! And I make sure to ask everyone as many questions as I can think of to show just how much I care about them! (Seriously, Aloth, I’m not just trying to annoy you!)

who is your best friend ➔ Edér. He’s as solid a friend as can be, and gets my sense of humor like no one else.

who knows everything about you ➔ I try not to unload too many secrets in one place (I’m a complicated soul! Don’t wanna overwhelm anyone!) but I also try not to hide them from Aloth anymore. He probably regrets that sometimes, but he’s very kind about it.

#watcher wednesday #pillars of eternity #watcher lenneth #lenneth #character interview #from the desk of ranna #lenni is such fun to write XD #hope you enjoy her as much as i do!

20 notes · View notes

repallication · 6 years

Text

Toga Attack 2

Image

Snaaap. There goes the lead of another pencil. Losing this one wasn’t as annoying since this Hero Analysis for the Future was running out of pages. So much for a break from preparing for the License Exam. I got up to stretch and get my mind off the notebook only the be interrupted by a diligent knocking on the door. Only one person that could be. I went over to my room’s door and opened it. An odd pair was there to greet me. Iida and Mineta.

Iida: Midoriya! We humbly request that you accompany us on replenishing school supplies!

Mineta: Yeah! Come to the mall with us!

Both of them were so excited about it. Something had to be going on here. But I did need more supplies either way…

Deku: Mmhm. I’ll come. Just give me some time to get ready, ok?

That grin on Mineta’s face when I said I would go. What perverted thoughts were he thinking?

Iida: We will all meet at the school gate in 15 minutes exactly. Do not be late Mineta!

Mineta: No way I would ever be late to restocking precious school supplies with my most studious classmates. I’ll go there right away.

Mineta walked off with a confident stride after saying his piece. Iida was smiling, completely in belief of Mineta’s righteous intentions. Regardless of what Mineta might be up to, I actually had stuff to do at the mall. Unintentionally ignoring Iida by closing my door, I dressed myself, grabbed my backpack and went to the meeting spot. Obviously Iida was there before me.

Iida: Midoriya! 3 minutes ahead of time I see.

Deku: Mineta isn’t here yet? He seemed pretty energetic about it.

Mineta: I’m here I’m here I’m here.

He came running up to us and stopped to pant once he reached us. I saw that he was wearing a yellow backpack, kinda like mine. Guess he really did plan to buy supplies if he brought a backpack the size of himself.

Iida: I have planned the route already with your recommendations, Mineta. If we follow it, then we should be able to go everywhere while avoiding major traffic during the day. There is even time allocated for lunch and other places.

Deku: Trustworthy as always, Iida.

Mineta: Lead the way, leader!

Iida: Thank you for your diligence in school activities. Both of you.

After bowing to both of us, Iida set off to lead all of us. I followed behind him and then Mineta behind me. I made small talk with both of them as Iida led us to the mall. Today was a Saturday, so the mall was as packed as it would get all week. Now just to follow Iida’s plan. Those two took the lead into the center of the mall while I caught myself looking around before catching up.

Deku: Where to first?

Iida: Mineta recommended notebooks first, so I selected a few options.

He took out his phone to review the locations again.

Mineta: Yeah. Always need more of those, right?

Deku: But wouldn’t it make more sense to go-

Words got caught in my mouth. A chill encompassed my whole body as two hands caressed my body from below my ribcages up to the center of my chest. Even though my backpack was in the way, there was a foreign softness better than any pillow I had ever touched pressing against me. My body was immobilized and my face flushed red.

Iida: Midoriya what is wro-

Mineta: OOOOH MIDORIYA! WHY ARE THERE TWO ARMS FEELING YOU UP?!

Despite the chaos inherent to the mall, one voice was my sole focus as I heard her whisper.

Toga: Today we get to go on a date. Isn’t that great, Deku?

I remained frozen as she then stepped out from behind me and waved to Mineta and Iida with her half sleeve-covered hand.

Iida: E-explain yourself! Who are you and how do you know Midoriya?

Toga: I’m Himiko Toga. His girlfriend.

Iida & Mineta: You’re his….

My conciousness barely returned in time to respond.

Deku: N-no s-shes…

Toga: A childhood friend. And girlfriend to be.

Mineta: Midoriya. How come you get to have two blonde childhood friends. And one of them is a cute girl!

Iida: This is… well… if Miss Toga also requires school supplies. The first place to go is-

Iida was desperately trying to recover the situation that Toga threw into disarray. And his voice was getting further away. Since when did Toga grab my arm and start leading me away? And since when did my feet start following along with her? I looked forward to see her two gold buns bouncing gently as she faced directly forward, leading me somewhere. I was almost infatuated, but the strong grip she had on my wrist was just barely enough to remind me that she was a villain. I could report her here in the mall. Just like Shigaraki…

Deku: Toga. Where are we going?

Toga: …

Deku: Toga! Are you listening to me?

Toga: Ah!

She stopped and turned to face her right. I nearly ran into her with how suddenly her movement and grip on my wrist ended. I followed her gaze to see what made her stop abducting me all of a sudden.

Mineta: Hey! You two can’t elope yet!

Iida: We must stay on schedule if we plan to visit everywhere.

Iida and Mineta caught up to us, leaving all 4 of us staring at this store Toga had initially stopped in front of. We stared at this store with an oppressively grim aesthetic. It seemed like a place Tokoyami would stop in front of. The part all of our eyes were drawn to were the line of Stain chibi figures.

Mineta: Woah! Those dolls are creepy!

Toga: mutter Look at how cute they are Even the masks are done with care They even got the detail on his serrated blades But it kinda looks like a sword breaker at that size But there is so much care You can still feel his aura on it can’t you can’t you? mutter

Mineta: Woah! Midoriya’s girlfriend is creepy in the same way as Midoriya!

Deku: W-what does that mean? And shes not my girlfriend!

Mineta: Thats the same thing that happens whenever you see All Might merch.

Deku: N-no…

Mineta: Yeah! Her muttering was just more aggressive than yours!

I was so busy trying to refute Mineta that I didn’t notice Toga approaching Iida until the last second.

Toga: He gave you guidance too, huh?

Iida responded with silence and adjusted his glasses.

Toga: You want to be a hero too?

What was Toga going to ask next… I had a bad feeling about letting her continue to throw questions at Iida like that. She didn’t know that we fought Stain, but her questions were so pointed they were bound to coax some response that wouldn’t be good. I stepped towards them and opened my mouth, but Mineta spoke first.

Mineta: Hey creepy blondie! We have school supplies to buy. So hurry up and buy your Stain doll or whatever, because me, Iida, and Midoriya have a date with school.

I couldn’t believe Mineta was the one denying a girl. He was being oddly goal oriented today. Not that it was a problem for him to be serious for once. Unfortunately, Toga also got more serious. I hadn’t seen her like this before. She usually looked so upbeat, but now she was glaring at Mineta like she wanted to murder someone that had stolen something from her. I definitely had to stop a villain from harming someone.

Deku: How about I buy you one, Toga?

She immediately turned to me with a glowing smile while Iida sighed.

Iida: Please hurry Midoriya. We are already behind schedule.

I could tell Iida was glad I helped calm the situation. Not letting his trust in me go to waste, I stepped into the store confidently. Toga was right behind me the whole time. The inside of the store had a bit of an oppressive aura, but I focused on my goal and successfully bought the figure before hurrying out. All Might. Was buying a figure of the villain you put in jail for another villain the right choice?

Deku: Here Toga. The Stain figure you wanted.

Hands rapidly appeared from her sleeves to take it. A big smile that fully showed off her teeth came to her blushing face.

Toga: A gift from Deku while on a date…

Iida: The closest place to stay on schedule are the stores for pencils. Let’s go.

Iida cut the moment short and took lead of the group. Toga was much more compliant now and walked beside me as I followed Iida. Mineta walked behind us. What were all 3 of them thinking about? Mineta’s intentions evaded me, Iida must have been trying his best to ignore Toga’s addition to the group, and Toga… well… I could feel her left shoulder bumping against me. I looked over to see why she was doing that. She was just facing straight forward and following Iida too.

Mineta: Pssst. Midoriya. Her hand.

Deku: Wha…

Mineta: Her hand. Let go of your backpack.

My hands were on my backpack straps like usual. I was unsure of where Mineta’s line of thought was going but we both knew he was going to keep saying that until I relented. Obeying Mineta’s wishes, my right hand lowered to my side. It seemed like Toga took instant notice because I could feel her fingers brushing against mine. Was the mall temperature getting hotter? Why did the intersection of Toga’s hand and sweater feel so nice? Were we close to the store yet? Why were her fingers intertwining with mine? My mind raced back to the time we first kissed and compared her current initiation of hand holding to that kiss. I could feel my face intensely blushing and just as a raised my free hand to cover it...

Iida: Here we are!

Toga and I jumped upon the sudden exclamation and separated.

Mineta: Show me what kind of pencils you use most, Iida! You too, Deku!

Deku: Eh? I don’t use anything special. Just a few highlighters.

Mineta: Show me which ones then.

Iida: Well firstly, do you prefer pens or pencils?

Deku: Pencils.

Mineta: Pens.

Iida: Pens, Mineta? Do you usually take notes with pen? That is very dangerous.

Mineta: Eh? What’s so dangerous about em?

We continued talking as we entered the first supplies store. At first I didn’t even notice that Toga didn’t follow us into the store. About 10 minutes went by.

Mineta: Hey Midoriya. Where did your cute blondie go?

Deku: Y-your? I don’t own her. She isn’t even my girlfriend.

Mineta: But you do think she is a cute blondie. You didn’t deny that part.

Deku: …

Mineta: Blondes are totally your type huh! Bakugo also has blonde hair!

While Mineta continued to assault me I noticed that Iida had went out to talk to Toga. While still providing ample responses to Mineta, I focused on what they were talking about.

Iida: Your school uniform looks familiar but the proportions make me think it’s custom made?

Toga: … Iida: Either way, more school supplies never hurt. Do you want to join us?

Toga: …

Her eyes never left her phone. It was painful to watch Iida be ignored so thoroughly.

Iida: Even a new pencilbag? I’d gladly foot the bill for-

Toga: You don’t want to talk about Stain, right?

Iida: ...

Toga: If you don’t want to talk about Stain, then you are just in the way of me and Deku.

Deku: Ah.

Mineta: Ah? Ah isn’t a pen color, Midoriya.

Deku: Ah… think blue is a good color.

Mineta: What’s with the sudden accent? See a good-looking girl pass by? I’ll have to tell your childhood girlfriend about that.

Iida rejoined us before I could think up a response to what Mineta said.

Iida: Sorry for leaving suddenly. Let’s continue before the event starts and the mall gets busy.

Deku: Event in the mall? What is it about?

Mineta: Focus! School supplies are more important than some silly mall event.

Another 10 minutes went by and we successfully bought the writing utensils we sought and thought would be useful. Once finished, we exited the store and awaited Iida’s guide on where to go next. There was something wrong though…

Deku: Where did Toga go?

Mineta: Wow. Usually I have to focus on the girls, but Midoriya is relieving me of that. Where did everyone ELSE go?

Iida: The mall does seem… empty.

Deku: Does it have something to do with that event?

Iida: The swi-

Mineta: Wait wait wait! Do you hear that?

Silence. In just another second we heard it though. The sound of a thousand feet making repeated contact with the ground. Getting louder and louder.

Deku: Mineta! Iida! Stay close!

We all got back to back as “it” came into sight. A tidal wave of people. This must have been due to whatever event was happening. If we planned to try and follow Iida’s schedule though, we had to not be whisked away. I stared the mob down to try and glean any possible information. Most people in the front were carrying cameras. That was the only detail I could manage to catch before they were upon us. I tried to grab both Iida and Mineta’s hands but our grips were for naught once we were hit.

Deku: Mineta! Iida!

I vainly called out. I could barely even hear myself in the crowd, let alone hold my place. If I tried resisting the flow of the crowd I would no doubt lose my footing. My height didn’t allow me to look over the crowd either. While trying to think up a plan to escape, I felt a sudden pressure against my neck. My hands snapped up to try and get it off. Was I really getting abducting in the middle of this? Feeling around I could tell it was someone’s arm, but it caught me so off guard my resistance was too weak. My consciousness began to fade and the next thing I knew my knees hit the ground and I was gasping for air. After desperately breathing for what felt like an eternity I slowed raised my head. My right cheek was greeted by a warm hand.

Toga: Hi again.

Deku: Toga… where are we?

Toga: Between stores.

I got up to my feet and took a few steps to confirm it, even though Toga was always truthful up until now. We were indeed in a small space between two stores right by where the mob went by. It got narrower the further away from the main hall you went, but it was still easy enough to see.

Deku: We have to go find Iida and Mineta.

Toga firmly grasped my hand as I took a step out of this alcove. Oh no.

Toga: Let’s continue our date now.

Deku: I have to make sure they are ok first.

Toga pulled my arm and I stumbled backwards. The space was too small for us both to be side by side shoulder-wise. Using the dimensions of this cramped hall, Toga pinned me against the wall and had a drawn a butterfly knife. My backpack compressed against the wall, but more importantly when looking down I saw and felt Toga compressing against me.

Toga: You’re blushing too. Do you like this Deku?

I tried looking directly up. Anything but looking down at the girl pressing herself against me.

Toga: Since we are in a public place you could have turned me in, right? Right? But you didn’t. You don’t see me as a villain do you?

Deku:…

Having a knife to my throat definitely made it easier to see her as one.

Toga: Do you see me as your girlfriend? We consummated it, didn’t we?

Deku: Himiko…

Himiko: You even used my first name! It makes my heart beat faster when you say it. You can feel that, can’t you?

Given the distance between my body and her heart at the moment, yes. It was easy to tell even though my own heart was going crazy from stimulation. Please don’t stab me…

Toga: As boyfriend and girlfriend we should know lots and lots about each other, right? So we should ask each other stuff. I’ll go first!

I really didn’t have an option in this. I had to be careful with how I answered her. Didn’t want her knife to press against my neck and didn’t want to say anything that was supposed to be secret.

Toga: Stain! What do you think about Stain?

Deku: Well… He is a guy that stuck to his ideals. That showed in everything he did.

Toga: Yeah! Yeah! And he got super popular for cutting up so many people. I want to be just like him. I want to kill him.

I couldn’t tell if she really understood what Stain wanted or not. Either way, she paused talking and looked up at me with a big smile. Guess she wanted a question out of me.

Deku: C-could you lower your knife?

I instinctively braced for whatever repercussion my words would have. If she went for an attack it would be obvious for me to try and exit to the left, so my best chance was to escape further down into the darkness and maybe use Full Cowling to get away somehow? Toga’s grin not disappearing made me worry even more. She lowered the knife from my neck to my thigh.

Toga: Oh! Do you prefer it in the leg? Does it feel better there or in the arms?

Deku: I-I… uh….

Toga: It’s ok. I’ll stab you both places just to check. WAIT. Was that just my question?

Energetic as ever. To get out of this situation...I didn’t have any room to work with. Disarming her wouldn’t work; she probably had more knives. Maybe something like last time then...

Deku: Can we hold hands?

Her head bobbed up and down what seemed like twenty times in confirmation as my left hand met her right hand. We were now both holding the knife. Situation improved. I could at least look her head on now and see her golden eyes pierce the darkness and stare directly at me.

Toga: Ok, ok. My turn. My face.

H-her face? Well it was blushing now as she stared directly at me. Being this close, I could see her eyes looked like she didn’t have a normal sleep schedule. Guess Shigaraki didn’t give a good work schedule. Also the way she was affectionately staring at me was… distracting.

Himiko: Your hand!

A-ah. I got it. Didn’t have to shout when we were so close together. I put my right hand on her cheek and she instantly started nuzzling it. Her cheek felt soft in my hand, like a cat seeking affection. Himiko’s cute factor went up by 10 when she wasn’t trying to stab me… W-wait. Himiko?? It was Toga… Toga...

Toga: Your turn.

Huh? I completely forgot. This was the mall. Toga found me. I had to find Iida and Mineta. I bought her a Stain figure. School supplies. Gold buns. Wave of people. Question…

Deku: Why don’t you become a hero? Your quirk has something to do with stealth and you are good at surprise attacks so maybe you could be a hero like Edgeshot or-

Toga: That’s not a dirty question like your other ones.

Deku: Dirty?

Toga: Mhm. Dirty.

Deku: But… about being a hero. You could-

The words I were saying were being stuffed back into my mouth by her. Once again her lips were pressed against mine. It felt different this time however. I tried to match tongue movements or at least fend her off this time but she was still way better than me. Or at least way more aggressive. I was quickly overpowered in the kiss as she squeezed my right hand and put her left over the one on her face. There was no way to resist Himiko when she put her all into something. Her legs brushed against mine and I squeezed her hand back. Time fell to the wayside. I lost track of everything except Himiko and eventually I felt her pull back. My eyes opened and I saw her, mouth agape, with a sliver of saliva connecting her outstretched tongue to mine. She still had a stupidly large grin across her face as she bared her fangs in an alluring and endearing way.

Himiko: Do you think the world is a hard place to live in?

That question. I was instantly compelled to provide an answer. Did Himiko ask that now so that I would give an impulsive answer? What did that question mean...

And then there was a low growling sound with an unmistakable source that instantly altered the mood. In an instant, Himiko was out of the crevice and crouched on the ground in the main hall of the mall. Guess Shigaraki didn’t pay well either.

Himiko: Aaaaah! That was not cute at all! Not at all!

Deku: Himiko, it’s fine. Really.

My words of encouragement came out scrunched as I waddled my way out in at least 4 times the time it took Himiko.

Deku: If we can figure out which way the food court is, I can buy you some food.

And then there was another low growling sound with an unmistakable source. My wallet was expressing it’s distress at losing so much money in one day. Especially with all that money going towards someone else.

I walked around to her front where she was covering her face and held out my right hand to her.

Deku: I’ll always help someone out that needs it. Because that’s what a hero does.

Himiko: Aaaaah! And now Deku is saying dreamy stuff to me!

Deku: D-dreamy?

In the moment she caught me off guard with her response, she also grabbed my hand and arose with a renewed joyous expression.

Himiko: This way!

Deku: H-huh?

She gave my arm a strong initial tug, forcing me to walk beside her. Leaving no other option, I complied. While she began humming and swinging our arms in wide arcs like we were a lovesick couple, I tried texting Mineta and Iida. Iida usually responded quickly, but I didn’t expect a response from Mineta. Hopefully they found each other. Looking around where Himiko was leading me, I noticed us getting a few looks. Himiko’s jubilant showing of affection made me nervous. Wait. People were back around? After the mob and Himiko rescuing me, the mall looked pretty empty. When did people start showing up again? How long were we kissing for? I should probably try and get answers out of her.

Deku: Hey Toga.

She just continued humming. I guess I really needed to remember to use her first name now.

Deku: Himiko.

Himiko: Yes?

Deku: You know about the event at the mall, right? That’s why you used your Quirk to vanish and then save me?

Himiko: …

Deku: Himiko?

Himiko: Yes?

Deku: My question?

Himiko: …

She completely avoided my question. Did she know that I worded it so she would confirm that her Quirk had to do with stealth? Guess I had to go with the bare minimum then.

Deku: Something happened to cause the mob earlier right, Himiko?

Himiko: A swimsuit whatever. The girls weren’t very cute.

Deku: Eh? A swimsuit event…

So everyone in the mall was gathering towards that huh. That means it ended because more people were around now. I doubt Himiko would give me any other useful information about it considering how dismissive her first answer was. My thoughts on the situation and our trip to the food court were interrupted by a voice from behind us.

???: Hey! Sir with the yellow backpack! Mam with the buns! I have to ask you something!

Me and Himiko both instinctively looked back to see that the person was mall security.

Himiko: Run.

I could tell an instant the seriousness in Himiko’s voice as her body lurched to initiate movement in a different direction.

Deku: No. It will be fine.

Her grip on my hand got lighter so I gripped her hand harder in exchange.

Deku: mutter She seems wary of cops Then they might recognize her If she ran now she wouldn’t be able to escape cleanly even if her Quirk let her turn invisible Would need some kind of distraction Maybe by hurting someone Nothing good could happen from running at this point The best option to protect everyone would be to mutter

Himiko: Deku. Let go. I’m scared. He’s going to kill me.

Never heard her whine like that before.

Security: Sorry to disturb you two.

The time to run passed. I had to stand my ground. If they were after Himiko then I would have to…

Security: May I see your backpack, sir?

Deku: Huh? Sure.

Letting go of Himiko’s hand, I took off and presented my backpack to the single security personnel. While it was still in my hands, he opened it. The disposition on his face went from calm and amicable to determined.

Security: I’m sorry sir, but I am going to have to take you in for questioning.

Deku: WHAT!

I instantly looked into my backpack to see what made them say that. My face flushed deep red. Panties. Bras. Even though the school supplies I bought were clearly on top of them, the lingerie was obviously plentiful. I didn’t look earlier when I just threw the supplies into my backpack. The lingerie didn’t weigh enough for me to ever notice the difference. When did this happen? Did Himiko put them there? What happened?

Deku: I-I’m sorry, I’m sure there is an explanation for this somehow.

Security: You will have plenty of time to spin your story later. Come with me.

He turned on his walkie talkie.

Security: This is Unit H. I have found the suspected lingerie thief. Yes. Gather the contestants.

He definitely said something important there but my mind was too jumbled to parse it. What happened to get me here. Think, Deku, think. I just needed a bit of time to think through all these details.

Himiko: Those are mine.

Confused, both the security officer and I turned to Himiko. I was so focused on my backpack, I didn’t even notice that she had stayed despite the security guard focusing on me.

Himiko: We were out buying tons of cute underwear. See? Don’t you think this would look good on me?

Himiko reached into my backpack and pulled out a frilled purple brassiere with a bow on the front. I looked down out of embarrassment while the officer lowered the brim his cap.

Security: I… must have mistook you then. The culprit was said to be working alone. But just to be sure-

And then an unexpected third party appeared. The only one that could fully save Himiko and me from this pinch.

Iida: Midoriya! I’m glad I caught up. I saw you were with Miss Himiko for the last 10 minutes so I just steadily came towards you two.

He ran up to me while panting. Thank you for this perfect escape, Iida.

Deku: Yeah. We were just heading to the food court to see if we could look for you.

Iida: Good good then- Miss Toga! What are those!

Himiko: My bra. And panties too. Think they look cute?

Security: I’ve seen enough here. You clearly are not the culprit if this young man saw you with your female friend for the past 10 minutes. Sorry to disturb you.

The security officer bowed to us and took his leave. Himiko put the bra back in my backpack.

Deku: Iida. Thank you so much. You came at just the right time.

Iida: Midoriya. You are going to have to explain what happened.

Deku: Alright Iida, but first to the food court.

Iida: I forgot to mention this earlier but…

Iida appearified two delicious looking bentos from somewhere on his person. I hadn’t even realized my own hunger until I saw them.

Iida: I gave Mineta his earlier, but forgot to give you yours, Midoriya. As for Miss Toga, I only made 3 in the morning. You are free to have mine.

Himiko: Its ‘kay. Deku already told me he would get me a burger and fries.

Deku: I-I did?

Himiko: Yes. Because you are a lovely boyfriend.

Iida: I imagined Midoriya would be.

Deku: W-wha…

Somehow I got stuck buying Himiko exactly what she wanted. Even though I intended to buy her food in the first place, it felt different when forced by mutual agreement of her and Iida. Especially when they agreed about something untrue. After getting her food and finding a place to sit, me and Iida decided to reconcile over his bentos.

Deku: I guess I should go over what happened to me first. After I lost you and Mineta in that crowd, Himiko found me and pulled me out. Since then we were walking around trying to find either you or Mineta.

Iida: Hmm. Why didn’t you send a text to me sooner?

Deku: O-oh… I thought I did but I guess I just sent one to Mineta.

There was no way I would tell Iida any of the other stuff that happened. Looking over at Himiko to confirm her compliance in my omission of details, I was just in time to witness her take a bite of her burger. Her mouthed opened wide, letting the light glisten off her overly sharp canines. With the speed of a wild animal, they came down suddenly into the burger. Her mouth really was designed for that huh…

Iida: Midoryia!

My head snapped straight forward to look at Iida again.

Deku: Y-yes?

Iida: I asked if either you or Miss Toga heard about the event today?

Deku: The event… you mean the swimsuit contest?

Iida: Yes. Did you know about that before we came today?

Deku: No, not at all. I didn’t even plan on coming to the mall today. I was trying to ask you about it earlier.

Iida: I see. Mineta and I stayed together a bit longer than you, however we were ultimately separated by the time the crowd calmed. I found myself at the location of the event.

Deku: Did you stay?

Iida: No. I left to look for either you or Mineta after texting you both. I found you first in that situation…

Deku: O-oh. About that. In my pack those are-

Himiko: Not mine.

Iida: I assumed neither of you were participating in… illicit actions so broadly. But, it is worrying. Do you think someone may have used those to frame you for something?

Deku: mutter Frame me Why would someone want to frame me And frame me with what A crime maybe But they would have to set up for it Know that I would be here And was it me specifically A villain maybe What would they have to gain from it Perhaps they wanted to mutter

Deku: !

Iida: Did you realize something, Midoriya?

Deku: Yes! I know what happened. I think.

Himiko: Climax comic! Climax comic!

Ignoring the exaggerated arm movements and chanting of a Himiko that had just finished eating, I began to lay out what happened.

Deku: It all began when the culprit first learned about the Swimsuit Contest. From there they devised their plan. They needed to build their team of unwitting accomplices. First, they got Iida to come along with the promise of being school supplies. Being the studious class president, there was no way he would turn down the chance to help someone from his class with school. Unknowingly, Iida would also do work for his plan by drawing up the route through the mall they would take. After confirming the route, the culprit and Iida went on to the second person, me. I don’t know how, but the culprit must have known I was free and needed some supplies. I agreed, not knowledgeable of the fact that I was poised to take the fall. The culprit went back to their room and got two required materials: a yellow backpack just like mine, and girl’s lingerie to put into my backpack in order to implicate me. All three of us went to the mall then, with the culprit always being in the back of the group so that they could transfer the lingerie from their backpack to mine without any of us noticing. From there we were supposed to go to the mall, get separated, and have the cops find me as the culprit and take the fall. But there was one errant element that the culprit couldn’t predict. Himiko Toga. With her sudden appearance and whisking away of me, the fall man, he desperately tried to put us back on schedule. He succeeded in getting Himiko to play nicely by having me buy her the Stain figure. With that we returned to the path the culprit needed. According to their plan, the mob separated the three of us. Iida was separated and wandered around to find everyone else. Meanwhile the culprit got the chance to go all the way to the Swimsuit Contest and steal the lingerie from the girls while they were busy wearing their swimsuits. Due to his stature, if anyone saw him they would report it with the most visible feature. His yellow backpack. In another part of the mall, Himiko pulled me out of the crowd and we went to get food while the mall security was on lookout for a boy with a yellow backpack. I was the one the security found first. Thankfully Himiko and Iida bailed me out, most likely preventing the culprit from having enough time to get away. So right now that culprit, that perverted culprit, should be getting what he deserves. Minoru Mineta’s karma!

Iida: … Impressive.

I didn’t pay attention at all to how long and rambly my summary of the day’s events were. It just felt amazing to state all my deductions clearly. Himiko’s head was resting on my shoulder, but the adrenaline of my reasoning made me focus on what Iida’s response would be, other than the applause he was giving me.

Iida: Mineta played us like a fiddle…

Deku: I think so Iida. It makes sense, right?

Iida: How could I let him use us like this… for this….?

Iida seemed deeply upset by it. And then he shot up out of his seat.

Iida: As the class president, I must make this right!

Deku: H-how?

Iida: By taking your backpack to the proper authorities and explaining everything as you have to me right now.

Deku: Th-theres no way they would believe that.

Iida: If Mineta was caught, then your story should make sense.

Deku: If you think my deduction was right then go ahead then. I should go with you.

Iida: Thank you for your trust in me, however you must take care of the sleeping Miss Toga.

Deku: Sleeping? When did she start sleeping?

Iida: Near the beginning of your explanation.

It was so boring that only Iida could stay awake through it huh… Iida proceeded to clean up our table and depart with my backpack. Now it was just me and Himiko again. Just me and a girl sleeping with her head on my shoulder. They must have turned off the air in this mall. It felt like everyone around was staring. I couldn’t tell if it was aimed at me or Himiko, or both of us. Having to watch after her while she slept in such a public place was… unnerving.

Deku: Ok Himiko. We have to go somewhere else.

This was perhaps one of the single worst ideas I had ever formulated. Carefully, I put Himiko on my back for transportation. This position was much worse for me because we made way more contact than if I princess carried her, but a princess carry would incite many more questions from onlookers. This was the only option. I just had to endure it until we got somewhere more private. Putting one foot in front of the other, I walked. Every step felt like I was going through an alternating corridor of ice and fire from Todoroki. My heart couldn’t stop beating with my hands feeling the smooth skin of Himiko’s legs. Just had to control my breathing and keep moving. Forward. Forward. Forward… until the eyes stopped. I looked around and found myself in a side alley. W-why did I walk here?

Himiko: My dear, sweet Deku…

My whole body froze up in an instant. Her hands wrapped around my chest and began feeling around. Teasing. After being completely enraptured, the sudden and strong kick action on my back made me fall forward onto my knees. Did she just use me as a springboard?

Himiko: You made such a cute noise Deku. I want to play some more.

Before I could get back to my feet, the entire weight of Himiko’s body came upon me. It was enough to lay me out on the ground, with her body grinding against my back.

Himiko: I really, really do. But I have to go now.

Deku: Th-then… w-why did you…

Himiko: And next time, I’ll use my mouth.

Her voice kept getting closer and closer to my ear until I could feel her teeth making glancing contact with my ear.

Himiko: I saw you staring.

I-i was… staring? After putting that thought into my head, her weight was suddenly gone. I instinctively jumped up to try and catch her before she vanished. To my luck she was just standing a few steps away with her hands behind her back.

Himiko: Before I go, I have a present! A present for my boyfriend! Will you like it? Will you love it as much as you love me?

Deku: I haven’t even seen it yet. How could I know?

Himiko: Here, here!

The overly giddy Himiko closed the gap and put what felt like a manga in my hands. I looked down to try and identify what it was.

Deku: This is…!

Himiko: Mhm, mhm!

Deku: AN ALL MIGHT NOT SAFE FOR WORK DOUJIN?!? THESE ARE ALWAYS THE FIRST TO SELL OUT! PHYSICAL STOCK CAN NEVER KEEP UP AND THE SCANNERS NEVER CAPTURE THE TRUE QUALITY THIS ARTIST IS CAPABLE OF PUTTING OUT! THIS IS EVEN FROM ONE OF THE MOST FAMOUS ARTISTS ESPECIALLY KNOWN FOR THEIR SKILL AT DRAWING-

Ah. Himiko was gone.

#boku no hero academia #himiko toga #deku #izuku midoriya #tenya iida #minoru mineta

2 notes · View notes