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kissbentennyson · 3 years

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Black Box Dye

Bad Ben x reader | reader uses they/them pronouns

Supposedly, the black hair is natural, but um.... I am aware the council has made a decision, but I've elected to ignore it.

Ben Tennyson.

Wielder of the Omnitrix, and a criminal. In the streets of Bellwood- and even Undertown- he is feared, known as someone not to mess with unless you had a death wish or were a masochist. But tonight, those streets were safe. Ben was not anywhere out there. He could be hidden away planning a heist in or around the town he inhabited, or actually out in space, performing a heist so big the plumbers would be notified immediately- resulting in massive loss.

Well, actually, he’s not doing either of those things. He’s sitting on your bathroom floor.

“Are you sure this is the brand you want to use? Why can’t I just go get some Manic Panic?” He lets out an annoyed scoff as you run your fingers through his hair to assess the growth. Most knew him to have jet black hair, and it fit his overall persona, but it just added to his throne of lies. Under your fingers was the growth of auburn brown hair. In recent years he had begun to wear it in a more shaggy style, and that made it a little easier to hide the brown- but time always catches up.

“Yes, it’s the one I bought. Are you just going to question me this entire time?” You give him a scoff of your own knowing that if it had been anyone else- they would be sorry within seconds. “It’s the one you stole, I know you better than that, Tennyson. Anyways, no, I'm not. But I'm trying to tell you that Splat is not the best thing for your hair- it’s not even for hair, Splat is fabric dye.” “Who care’s? Just put it on already.”

You let out a sigh as you finally put the pair of cheap disposable gloves on, mumbling out. “I care…” you lather it onto the lighter hair, actually sad to see it go. Deep down you wondered what he would look like with a full head of his natural hair color, but you let that fall pretty quickly. Your fingers massage the dye into the hair, and watch as his shoulders go slack with a sigh.

He’s starting to enjoy this.

His hair is rather thick. But not in the thick stranded course way, in the the ‘so much hair, it’s a forest’ way. Which made addressing some of the roots harder. “If we have to go through and dye some patches tomorrow, please don’t kill me.” “Never.” It came out teasing, but you knew it was the truth.

Ben was a criminal- known for not being nice- but not once has he ever laid a hand on you. No one has since he entered your life. Lucky you, right?

“Have you thought about letting it grow out?” You lean forward a bit more, looking down and seeing his closed eyes… and the most peaceful expression you’ve ever seen him have. He didn’t hear you, but it’s fine. You’ll let him enjoy this.

As you work the dye into (What you assume is) the last bit of untouched roots, you let out a gentle hum, swaying slightly to the rhythm of your own humming. “Aaaaand… done.” You step back, admiring your work- and how funky the dye on his hair makes him look. His eyes flutter open and he looks back at you, a semi-dazed look on his face. “Now, we wait.”

You set a 30 minute timer, continuing to hum as you do so. You start to walk past him, now brainstorming what to do for the next half hour. “I have a bunch of DVD’s if you want to watch a movie or-” Your heart slams into the back of your throat as you feel yourself getting yanked backwards and down. An inhuman noise leaves your throat just before you touch down in his lap, a chin coming to rest on the top of your head as arms cage you in.

“Agh, Ben! What the hell?” “You talk too much.” the words hit you suddenly, your lips forming into a light pout in response. That was different, he’s never said that before. “Really? Just a week ago you said you liked hearing me talk. A little indecisive tonight, aren’t we?” His chin leaves your crown, allowing you to see his neutral expression change to that of a very signature smirk. Those irresistible green eyes locked on you, with only thought of you behind them. “Maybe, but-” His hand comes to rest on your jaw, the pad of his thumb sitting rightly on your puffed out lower lip.

“I like it when you hum... and so pretty when you keep your mouth shut.”

Your face blazes with heat immediately, and he felt it too. You know instantly that he’s fucking around with you… but god damn. That borders harshly between incredibly hot and incredibly misogynistic. You open your mouth, but nothing you think can form into words. So he replaces them with his lips. Warm and chapped, smelling faintly of whatever he had eaten before coming over. You hum with delight into him, but the joy is cut short.

As he slowly turns his head, you feel a squishy then slimy sensation against your forehead. You squeal and smack his chest, but that doesn’t deter him. He pulls away, only to shove his face into your neck, planting kisses along the length and smearing the black dye all over your chin. “Ben! Stop! You’re getting it all over me!”

“Mmmhmhm, don’t care.” He continues to pepper your neck with kisses for a good while, before finally pulling back to look at the mess he had made on you. Black hair dye had smeared all over the side of your face and parts of your forehead. You pretended to be annoyed, but he knew better. You were enjoying this as much as he was. “Is this your way of saying thank you?” It leaves you with a snarky twang. “Maybe.”

Saying thank you wasn’t something he was good at, or showing appreciation in words- really. Sometimes he even struggles telling you that he loves you, and you have no clue why. He’s never been open about what happened to him after getting the Omnitrix. One day he was a normal 10 year old- then the next 16, and a criminal both feared and wanted.

You peck his lips gently. “Well then, you’re very welcome.” you say as you struggle out of his arms and back over to the sink to wash the dye off. “How does some popcorn and Howl's Moving Castle sound?” His nose scrunches in a fake display of disgust as he pretends like that isn’t one of his favorites to watch with you. He looks away, the scrunch slowly disappearing.

“Sound’s great.” “Knew it!”

#ben tennyson x reader #bad ben x reader #alternate bens x reader #proship dni #ben 10 x reader

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smallrainclouds · 3 years

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It's not easy having yourself a good time

we're on a double-date with other people... why are we kissing? you're not my date

Credit for prompt to

Hypnos x reader (modern!College!au)

Word count: 2.7

Warning: some dating violence on OC's side. Wrist grabbing, slurs and controlling behavior.

Summary: this was the worst date of your life. Thankfully it's also Hypnos' worst date ever.

A/N: here have this fic. I had yandere! Hypnos I was working on but it's giving me issues (it was supposed be under 1k but it keeps growing).

Also, I am open to requests but will rejected any I don't feel comfortable doing.

No beta.

Thank and I hope you enjoy.

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You regret everything.

You stared at the plate of food you didn't order, some sad little salad that somehow smelled greasy.

Why did you let yourself get talked into a group date? You know why, you thought your friend was going to try to set up with your lab partner, Hypnos.

You looked at the bubbles in your sparkling water, another thing you didn't order and wondered if the person you were with would ever stop talking.

You glanced up at the group at the table. Across from you with his own date next to him, was Hypnos who was frowning at your date.

At least you had one sane classmate with you. Hypnos had been your lab partner since the first day in senior year and honestly you had thought at first your friend was setting you up with Hypnos. If you had known it was with someone else, you would have bail.

Charlie was a nice person you told yourself and your friends thought they would be great for you. Charlie was just… maybe they didn't know you don't order people's food for them.

"Look what I'm saying, Hypnos, is that maybe that YouTuber guy shouldn't be called out as much. Not his fault people can't take jokes anymore." Your date, Charlie, said loudly across the table to Hypnos who just raised a brow.

You rolled your eyes, You weren't going to let your friends pick a date for you ever again.

"Alright buddy. Whatever you say." Hypnos shrugged.

Hypnos' date and fellow classmate leaned across Hypnos, her breasts pressed against his arm. You looked away, poking at your food. You certainly were not jealous, you told yourself.

"Come on, guys. Let's talk about something else." she whined. The other two couples that came along echoed their agreement.

Hypnos grimaced and sat up taller, making the girl sit up as well. You felt kinda bad for both you and Hypnos. Clearly neither one of you guys were getting on with your dates.

You looked toward your friend, hoping she would notice how poorly everything was going. You rolled your eyes when she was clearly lost in her own world, feeding her partner french fries.

Too bad your date wasn't with Hypnos. You thought he was actually cute back when You first saw him, if not a little odd looking with white curls and heavy lidded eyes. Now, you couldn't imagine a more handsome person.

You found your eyes kept going back to him throughout dinner. Especially when he pushed his hoodie sleeves up, showing off his forearms.

The table moved on to some marvel movie or something but you were drifting in and out. You kept checking your watch in hopes that you could end the night soon without being rude.

You could feel someone was watching you and you looked up to Hypnos' golden eyes looking at you. He glanced at the group, back at you and rolled his eyes. You smiled in agreement but quickly covered it up with your hand.

Hypnos pointed toward your plate with the uneaten food, eyebrows rised in a questioning way.

You tilted your head toward your date who was loudly having another argument over some tv show with one of the guys there.

Hypnos looked at your date for a second before he sneaked you his untouched plate of pancakes.

You mouthed, 'Are you sure?' and he nodded, pointing at a plate of mostly eaten omelet.

You mouthed a quick thank you and dug in. You were half though the plate of pancakes when your date noticed.

"Wait, where did you get the pancakes?" Charlie asked, "You know how fattening all that carbs and sugar are? I like my dates to be healthy."

"What?" You asked flatly. Did you really hear what you just did? Hypnos and his date were both staring at Charlie. Hypnos looked furious and You saw the girl send you a pitying look.

"Oh. come on, you know I don't mean it like that."

You suddenly lost any appetite you had and pushed the plate of food away. You looked toward your friend who remained blissfully unaware of your pain.

Your date swung an arm on your shoulders, you sighed annoyed at the causal possiveness. You only knew them for like two hours but they were already acting like you were going steady.

"Ready to hit the club, Y/N?" Your date asked.

You almost groaned, you had forgotten about the stupid club.

"Uh, sure. Yeah." You tried to wiggle your date's arm off but no dice. You thought you saw Hypnos send a disapproving look at your date but you weren't sure. No point getting your hopes up.

As you exited the diner, Hypnos tripped; knocking into your date and their arms off your shoulders.

Grateful for the excuse, you took a few steps out of their reach.

"Oops, my bad." Hypnos smiled widely, and gave a shoulder pat to your date who glared at him. "Just watch it alright?" Your date snapped as they made it to the carpool.

In the car, you peeked at Hypnos who just winked at you. You didn't hide your smile this time.

The club did nothing to improve your date or your mood. The loud bassy music was almost too loud to hear anyone and your date kept trying to get you to stay on the dance floor.

You were able to duck out of their hold and pointed to the table. They tried to tell you something but You didn't stick around.

You almost fell into the booth, your feet were throbbing and you just wanted to go home. You could just see your homework growing by the hour.

"Need water?" Hypnos asked. You looked up, "Oh I didn't know you were at the table. Yes please."

He handed you an icy cold bottle and you moaned at how good it tasted. He laughed and you blushed, feeling foolish.

"Sorry, thank you." You took a slip, without moaning this time thankfully.

Hypnos went back to his phone, fingers moving quickly. "No problem."

"Where is… um what was her name?" You asked, trying not to look at Hypnos too much. How dare he look this good in the club' dim lighting.

"Oh I forgot her name. But she is doing fine. Told me she was going home with her ex." He pointed to the dance floor where the girl was dancing against another guy, their mouths glued together.

You looked back at him, but he already was back to texting on his phone. He didn't seem upset at all.

"I'm sorry, Hypnos." You said awkwardly, not sure of what to make of this whole night.

"Don't be. I'm not." He shrugged. You couldn't help but notice how nicely the red hoodie fit him.

"I will admit though I don't think I will be trusting our friend's matchmaking skills after tonight." Hypnos looked at you, his amused smile made you smile in return.

"You and I both." You murmured your agreement.

You finished off your drink, eyeing him.

After a few more minutes, your willpower broke.

"Okay I gotta know. It has been months since I met you and it is bugging the crap out of me." You leaned forward to him.

He looked up from his phone, a white eyebrow raised.

"Is Hypnos your real name?" You asked him, not quite able to look away from him. You were being a silly school girl and you knew it.

He laughed, "Yeah, it is." He moved closer, his eyes bright. "Wanna know why?"

At your nod, he spoke. "When my mom was pregnant with me and my brother. She got kinda crunchy, got into healing crystals and tarot cards, stuff like that."

Hypnos waved a hand. "So when she couldn't pick names for us, she went to a psychic, who told her that she was a reincarnation of the goddess Nyx. And apparently she was pregnant again with the reincarnated gods of sleep and death."

You couldn't help the small laugh and Hypnos chuckled as he took a sip of his beer.

"Mom believed the guy." He pointed to himself, " So ta-da I got named Hypnos. And my brother is Thanatos."

"Your mom sounds like a fun lady." You played with your hair, enjoying the warmth in your stomach. You couldn't remember the last time someone made you feel such things.

"Oh definitely. I never know what I'm going to get when I see her." Hypnos said fondly.

When You shifted your seat, your leg brushed against his. You almost pulled away but Hypnos pressed his leg against yours. You could feel the heat of his body and it just made you want more.

His golden eyes searched yours, silently asking if he could do this. You returned the gentle pressure and flushed at his soft smile.

"How does your brother handle the whole Thanos name thing?" You asked, desperately trying to calm your racing heart.

A devious glint lit Hypnos' eyes, "Oh he hates it so much. He already hated the whole super hero thing. Last year for his birthday, I got him a cardboard cutout of the big guy. I thought he was going to shove it down my throat. I got his boyfriend Zagreus and their girlfriend Meg in on it this year, we going to -"

"Hey Y/N. Are you coming back to the floor?" Charlie's eyes narrowed, "Hypnos, I think your actual date is looking for you."

You pulled away, you had forgotten about Charlie and you couldn't help but feel some guilt, even if you didn't like them that much or at all.

Hypnos stayed in place, amusement on his face. You saw Charlie's fists clenched and knew they were about to start a fight and stood up.

You were definitely going to block Charlie's number after tonight was over.

"Come on, let's get some drinks for everyone. They should be coming back soon." You motioned for Charlie to follow you. They glared at Hypnos before following you.

You couldn't resist a quick glance back to Hypnos, who raised his beer at you in a 'cheers' motion.

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Charlie was sullen and quiet as you ordered more drinks for the group. You couldn't blame them really, anyone would be put out when their dates are clearly having a better time with someone else.

Well, not Hypnos but Hypnos wasn't exactly normal, you thought fondly.

You tapped the bar, guilt gnawed at your guts as your thoughts went back to Hypnos.

"So what were you guys talking about?" Charlie slurred, his tone icy.

You took a breath, just a few more hours you reminded yourself. "Nothing much. Just about his brothers and stuff."

Charlie crowded into your space. You can smell the booze and sweat on them.

"You guys seemed like you were sitting pretty close considering you were talking about 'brothers'." They did a finger quote.

You rolled your eyes, unable to stand being near them any longer. You stepped away to head back to let your friends you were bailing for the night.

"Tell me what he said to you." Charlie demanded as they grabbed your wrist harshly.

"Ow, let go of me! You are hurting me, Charlie." You hissed, trying not to draw any attention.

"Tell me." They hisses back.

"I did. Buy your own drink, I'm going home." You tried to yank your hand away but they didn't let go.

"Look I've been nothing but nice to you and you're cuddling up to another guy on our date like some slut." They changed their tone, trying to sound more upset than controlling but it just made your stomach twisted in disgust.

You opened your mouth to defend yourself but after a moment you shut it, "You're right. Clearly this isn't going to work out so let me go."

"No, you own me something, Y/N." Charlie leaned toward you. "And I'm not leaving empty handed."

"Fuck off." You snapped, fear rising in your chest.

"Hey, man." Hypnos grabbed Charlie's wrist and squeezed tightly enough that they were forced to let go of your wrist. His normal light-hearted tone was hard. "I think Y/N had enough of your company tonight."

You took some steps back, shaking a little. Without looking at you, Hypnos asked. "Y/N, do you need to go get anything?"

"N-no. I have everything. I want to leave." You hated how weak you sounded and you wished that you never came out at all.

Hypnos held on to Charlie's wrist and yanked them toward him. You heard Hypnos murmur something to them.

Fear flashed over Charlie's face and they stumbled backward. "Fine. Whatever asshole."

Hypnos turned to you, his eyes darkened by his anger. "Come on, I can get you a ride home."

You just nodded, feeling very exhausted and close to tears.

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The cold wind felt like heaven after the heat of the overflowing club. At least for the first two minutes.

You just walked, not quite sure where to go. Hypnos walked next to you, easily keeping up with your pace.

Neither one of you said anything as you tried to process the horrible night.

After walking for ten more minutes, Hypnos spoke up. "There is a park nearby, we should be able to find a park bench."

You just nodded, Hypnos offered an arm and after a moment you took it. You pressed your cheek against his shoulder, soaking in his body heat.

The park was empty, lit by warm path lights.

"Thank you." You said. "You didn't have to do anything for me."

"It's all good. How about the wrist?" Hypnos asked softly.

"It doesn't hurt. Thank you since you stepped in." You patted his forearm.

Hypnos sighed, "No. Not thanks to me actually. Its kinda my fault, I've been pushing their buttons for most of the night."

You looked up at Hypnos, your brow furrowed. "What? No, they have been pretty rude since the start of the date. I mean, you heard the salad thing. They ordered it for me!"

Hypnos shook his head. His breath coming out in white puffs. "Yeah and because I was jealous, I made a bad date into a nightmare. I knew I was making them feel all threatened, it wasn't hard honestly. I didn't think they would grab you like that. I just thought they would be a bad date you could laugh about later."

It took you a moment to process his words. You stopped on the park path, staring off at the lake.

"You were jealous?" You asked, not quite believing what you were hearing.

"Very." Hypnos chuckled bitterly.

"Hypnos, you are an idiot." You said blankly.

He opened his mouth to say something but you pulled him down by his collar to kiss him.

At first, Hypnos doesn't return your kiss and you pull away, an apology already on your lips.

But he cupped your face and met you again in a sweet, slow kiss. He kept pulling away to press chaste kisses against your lips and cheeks.

"Damnit, I was planning on asking out you after our last class assignment. I had a plan for everything. I was going to take you to your favorite coffee shop and buy you that dumb drink you like. Take you the park by our dorms and ask you by the duck pond." Hypnos said between kisses and pressing one last long kiss against your lips.

You hummed, unable to think straight. "Our friend ruined that, huh." You laughed when you could feel him growled against your lips. "You have no idea, I had a speech and everything."

After another long and soft kiss, both of you pulled away only to met again in a forehead press. Your white puffs of breath mingled together and your heart felt so full.

"You could still do the coffee and the speech. And the ducks." You whispered.

"Yeah?" Hypnos asked softly, his thumb caressed your cheek.

"I have to do a lab with a very cute classmate tomorrow but I'm free after that." You flushed, pleased at the fond smile Hypnos had.

"That's funny, so am I." Hypnos replied.

Unable to hold off any longer, you pulled him into another kiss, one of the many yet to come.

#hypnos x reader #hades hypnos #fanfic #hope you enjoy #Spotify

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mrdarcysdadbod · 2 years

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If they were to make another Pride and Prejudice in 2022, what would you like to see in it? I'd love to hear your opinion on casting, length, costuming, design, music, and of course, the script!

I actually really don't think we need another P+P for... A GOOD long while lmao. (I said 40 years, my fiancee said "until Keira Knightley is like PROPERLY old and wrinkly" so... Somewhere in there). I think the 95 and 05 are both solid adaptations that each cater to a different set of proclivities and I think it's a story that's been told pretty exhaustively. Beyond that I don't, like, watch movies in general, so beyond a general "meh" about most of the things you listed, I really have no idea who's acting in things at the moment, and can't offer much of an opinion.

I will say that I'd like to see a good adaptation of Persuasion; my hopes for the one in progress aren't that high- I don't know a lot about Dakota... Johnson I think? I really don't remember her name. The 50sog girl. Anyway I don't have a ton of confidence in her as an Anne Elliot (although I'm open to being proven wrong) and I mistrust Netflix as a rule until I see otherwise. The 95 is extremely good save for a few minor flaws (the paraaaade at the ennnnnnd) and the 07 is SUCH a waste of ASH as Mr. Elliot. I think my ideal Persuasion would be essentially the 95 but with ASH and no parade at the end lmao.

Emma just got a really good movie, MP 99 and S+S 95 are kind of untouchable in terms of adapting challenging material (and I don't think anyone should adapt Mansfield again, like... Ever probably? Mansfield is an atrocious work to try and adapt for the screen unfortunately and the uniqueness that serves the 99 so well is also the thing that would make it impossible to follow up in my estimation. I don't think you could make a much worse choice for a Fanny Price than a post-Doctor Who Billie Piper, of all people, so the 07 at least has that going for it. Most bewildering casting choice.) Which leaves Northanger Abbey, which- the 07 of THAT is quite good. I know we had a discussion on here a few months back about how Andrew Davies is kind of a prick (which I stand by) but NA is definitely the case where his weird horny tendencies added to the movie more than they harmed it. I think another NA wouldn't be remiss in 2022 but I think it'd be best served uniting the drama-to-horniness ratio of the 07 NA and the cheekiness of Emma 2020 to get that perfect blend of like... Dead serious teenage melodrama and unapologetic Austen satire.

Sorry this was absolutely not the question you asked but! It's my blog and I think just saying "we're good on P+P" would be even less satisfactory.

#oh i should have an ask tag for this blog lol #itsmeeeeeee #had to count the e's in your url there

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kaito-is-baby · 3 years

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Flirty

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Plot: Todoroki gets jealous when he sees you flirting with Kirishima and you take advantage of it to finally confess your feelings (fluff, a lot of fluff) (gn!reader)

Hiii~ this is heavily inspired by this @pillow4iida 's post, please go check it, their writting is amazing and I love them. The point is as I was reading it I thought about a very similar scenario but where Todoroki is not so... experienced and confident, I usually think about him as an awkward boy when it comes to socialize so it must be even worst when flirting, the point is, he is very cute and this post is very fluffy to me, Shoto is a cutie

"Kiri just give it back!" you said between soft laughs

You were on your toes, clinging onto Kirishima's arm trying to grab your pencilcase from his hand, your pitchy voice echoed through the walls of your class

He giggled knowing you couldn't reach it, you were too small to do so and he always teased you about your low height

"Come on, y/n, you can't grab it?" He teased you with a fake pout on his face "I can give it back if you let me write whatever I want on your face" that fake pout easily turned into a devilish smirk

But it soon disappeared when a taller hand grabbed it from behind him

"This is theirs, isn't it?" He sounded particularly annoyed by Kirishima's existence right now

You smiled widely seeing the boy behind your red head friend, It was Shoto, one of your closest friends on the UA and the only boy who made your stomach ache like this just by looking at you

You had try to flirt with him many times, you even went to some dates together but he never seemed to catch on it, or maybe he just did not like you back

"Y/N?" His voice woke you up from your own thoughts and once you came back to reality you found his heterochromatic eyes looking directly at yours while he held your case in his arm, pointing at you, waiting for you to grab it

"Oh, yes..." you nervously laughed grabbing it back "thanks Sho"

It had already been months since he told you to call him by his first name and as you two grew closer you found yourself calling him Sho more than you believed correct but... it was a nickname only you called him, it made you feel so special to him that you couldn't stop using it

Maybe you could have thought why did he let you use that nickname on the first place, you oblivious mess

"You're welcome, I don't like him messing with you" again he sounded uncommonly annoyed

Well, he wasn't really messing with you, you two were jocking and flirting around... just what 16 year olds teens usually do between classes but you were not going to reject a protective and helping Shoto, you always enjoyed those little details he had for you even when they weren't really necessary

But then it hitted you, you were flirting with Kirishima, not that you liked him, you just had an impresive flirting nature, but Shoto looked so annoyed, so... jealous?

A smirk came to your lips as you found the perfect moment to try and discover if your feelings were at all corresponded

"Sho, can we talk for a moment?"

"Uh... sure, yeah" Usually you would've said whatever came to your mind and start a conversation with him instead of asking him for a moment. It made him kind of nervious

You finally reached the emergency stairs, they were lonely and quiet, and you two could sit one in front of each other comfortably

So you chose it as your new personal couch

Once you had him right in front of you you decided to shoot your shot

You took his hands on yours before asking

"Do you ever... just... want to bond a little with us? Live some good experiences?"

"I don't quite understand you" He admitted, with his eyes on both your hands, swinging them back and forth and rubbing yours with his thumbs

"Sho, back there with Kirishima" you started, gripping at his hands with more strength so he could slightly relax

"Yeah"

"That was flirting"

"Oh, I'm sorry for interrumping" he apologized with his usual monotone voice tone empty of any feelings

Except this time he wasn't sorry at all and neither were his feelings untouched, he was extremely jealous and glad he had interrupted you before it became something worse

“No, that’s not the point. What I mean is... we all kind of flirt around and talk to each other all the time, I mean, that's what people our age does. But you don't seem to do that with any of us, why?” You asked. Still holding and swinging his hands you felt how the slight relax that you had managed to get him disappeared as they tensed

After some seconds, his hands relaxed again and he came back to rubbing yours with his thumbs

“Well I guess I’ve never been in that kind of situation” he confessed smiling while looking down.

He had been in situations like that, you had flirted with him countless times, you had asked him out, you two even went to see a movie together last week, how was that not clear enough to see it as a date?

Inside your head your heartbeats sounded worryingly fast, the fear of being rejected suddenly disappeared thinking that maybe he was just too oblivious to flirt like any other boy your age

You were still holding his hands, now locking your fingers with his, gathering the courage you needed to finally ask him about his feelings

"But... have you never been in that situation because you have never liked anyone that way or...?"

"I don't really know, how it is to like someone to want to flirt with them?" No sign of embarrassment or nervousness on his face, he was inexpressive as always even asking something like that

As impossible as it seemed his small knowledge about feelings, reactions and human relationships always got to impress you and even more when he did not seem to realise that his question was quite rare

"Well, to flirt there isn't much really, it's just having some chemistry? Like... you find them attractive and want to have a good time with them so you flirt, it's not something so special really"

"Hmm" He shook his head and you felt like you were losing him "then I'm not going to flirt with anyone, I don't really like that, isn't it kinda like... jocking?"

"Yes! Yes it really is! Is just that the person you are jocking with... well you would like them to be so near you, to touch you... to feel their breath on you and taste their lips, you know what I mean? " you felt your cheeks heat up the moment you realized you two were still holding hands while explaining this to him, but you stood there anyways, holding onto him

He looked at you, staring directly at your eyes, confused, not relating really to that feeling

"I'm not good with jokes, I don't think I will be good with that either"

His eyes placed onto yours made your brain malfunction and just... start talking about your own feelings

"Sometimes it may be even better... you are craving to see them or to be with them because you want to be by their side, listen to their voice... it makes you quite happy just to hear it. And... and whenever you see them all you want to do is kiss them, everywhere, everytime" now you had went over the top explaining how you yourself felt about him and everything you heard in your head was 'please, cut me off please, don't listen to me, forget about this' but his answer did surprise you

"Hmm I think I get it, yeah... I may have felt that, yes"

"Yes?" Your eyes opened in disbelief

"Yeah, I think I do" Still, his usual monotone tone, as if he weren't admitting to have some strong feelings towards someone

Being honest a little piece of your heart broke at that moment, was he really feeling that way for someone? Then no flirting or teasing would make you look any interesting to him

"What should I do in that case then?"

"You... you should tell them about how you feel, you are smart, and the strongest on our class and... you're handsome and polite and so sweet truly..." you stopped yourself before you regretted saying anything else "I'm sure they will return your feelings" you managed to get out a smile to calm the boy, yet your heart ached incredibly

"Okay, so... tell them straight out?" You nodded, incapable of talking anymore

"Y/N" you looked at him again "I do feel that way about you, is that okay?"

Is that okay? Was he asking if that was okay? You couldn't help but to laugh

To laugh the sadness and tension this whole situation had brought to you

"Did I say something wrong?" He asked, truly concerned

"Nothing, you've never said anything wrong" you said approaching your face to his, placing your hands on his cheeks and reaching to his lips, planting a very sweet and innocent kiss on them, a fast one, just to reassure him that you felt the same way "after all, I feel the same way"

"Oh. Then... what do we do now?" Oh God, this was going to be a difficult relationship

"What do you think goes now dummy?" You said teasingly, with your hand still resting on his left cheek

"Uhm..."

"Kiss me back, you idiot" you chuckled and his lips found yours this time

You melted in a sweet kiss with a taste of mint, warm and sadly, soba

"What do you think if we go on like... our 5th date today?"

"5th?"

"I... have asked you out so many times... I always took it as dates but you never seemed to realize or... wanted to make any move so I thought you just did not like me"

"I'm stupid" Shoto hid his face on his hands but his expression remained the same, as always inexpressive

"What?" You laughed

"I am not good at this things, I can't catch signals or... when you were flirting, I was the one to think you did not like me and that's why I never made a move, I'm sorry"

"Well, I should have been the one to make a move first and I was too scared to because... I actually really liked you so... it's a tie! We both are stupid" You laughed and with your sweet laugh his face brightened and the softest smile grew on his face

"Let's have our first date as a couple, shall we?"

He nodded kinda awkwardly, he is not the best at those things so don't expect many shows of affections from him and even less on public, you will have to be the one to hold his hand or kiss his cheek, at least at the beginning, he is new to this but he loves you more than he thought he would ever love someone

Later on that date you asked him, laughing and teasing him, holding on his arm

"Was that you first kiss, Sho?"

"Uhm... well, yes" his cheeks grew slightly red and his eyes kept looking at his feets, usually he was incredibly confident so seeing him like this catched you off guard

"Well, don't worry, it will be the first of many more I plan on giving you" you said, placing your hand softly on his cheek to turn around his face, now facing yours, you got on your toes and kissed him for the third time today, making those words true, you will make sure you give him many many kisses and cuddles from now on

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inlovewiththeforbidden · 2 years

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Sorry again for being inactive, here are my last answers for January TC challenge💜

Day 22: What’s a little detail you’ve noticed about them that you aren’t even sure they’re aware of? Do the run their hand through their hair often? Do they subconsciously bite their lip?

I don't know if he's aware of it but he ALWAYS crosses his legs, never seen him sitting straight, always legs crossed🥰

Day 23: If they weren’t a teacher, what do you think they should be?

I know that he's been an Art Director for documentary movies and he generally worked behind the camera. He told me he regrets not becoming a real photographer that he had just learned all the basics in a course and now when he walks through photographic exhibitions he wishes he would have done this properly🤍

Day 24: Do you think other people in your school may have feelings towards them too? Why?

Actually...no. Most students don't like him and his subject. His personality is really extra and many don't understand this. But since the new school year there is a new female student that I catched talking with him a lot, even after lessons...which made me worry a little tho

Day 25: What are their classes like? Do they talk a lot? Is it mostly independent work? Are there a lot of notes?

He talks NON STOP which I personally love! The class still requires independent work a lot so we had also days where we didn't even get to see him cause we filmed or took pictures outside!📸

Day 26: How would you describe their personality?

Humorous...like his jokes are so bad that they are funny already, really smart, a typical know-all...sometimes a bit too much, in need of harmony, high sense of justice, ambitious, fond of children...when he talks about his daughters he's so full of love, a little awkward, just a bit stuffy🤗

Day 27: What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever worn?

Well nothing he wears is weird, he dresses very youthfull for his age but the "weirdest" things were a red hoodie with a black fish on it and shoes where his initials were printed in golden letters🤭

Day 28: What’s something you don’t quite fancy about them? A quirk you find odd? A physical trait that you aren’t a fan of?

He seems to be a very picky eater and doesn't eat sugar at all...he tries to avoid sugery foods at all costs...that is something I actually don't quite fancy about him🥴 That makes it really hard to buy him presents that are not that expensive tho...

Day 29: How long have you had a crush on them?

In a few days it's exactly two years🥲

Day 30: Write a poem (short or long) about your TC.

Violet, so passionate and kind Violet, so attractive and beautiful in mind Violet, so mysterious and magical Violet, so forbidden and untouchable💜

Day 31: Do you have anyone in your life who knows about your TC? Anyone you can talk to?

I have a very understanding environment. I told everyone I'm close to. Most of them support and understand, some try to convince me it's wrong, some just don't mind but none of them were weirded out, I'm very lucky with that! And no one would ever tell him or tell anyone else🦋

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wolf-stark · 3 years

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You ask I deliver — both tfatws asks in one!

tfatws weekly ask 1

i finally saw ep1!! i wont be able to see ep2 until thursday at the earliest but i already have some Thots on this ep. here are the ones I remember

first is, and i'm so sorry for this, a grammar lesson. an appositive is when you stick an additional phrase in between commas, dashes, or the like. i actually just used one! the "and i'm so sorry for this" in the first sentence of this paragraph is an appositive. thing is, most english speakers don't normally use them when they speak, only in writing. so i'm always on high alert whenever i hear somebody in tv or movies use one. (it's generally a marker of bad screenwriting). anyway there was one right in the beginning of the episode. the white army guy yelling at sam wilson said "first lieutenant Torres, our intel officer, will be helping on the ground." yeah so. the writing of this series started out on the wrong foot for me. but the rest of the episode was obviously tons and tons better (every interview i see with malcolm spellman makes me love him more and more)

the contrast between the opening minutes (falcon action sequence) and the rest of the ep.... i would 100000/10 rather watch a series with just sam and bucky dealing with life. i dont give a single crap about the flag-smashers or any of that. i just want sam, sarah & fam getting their boating business back on the ground & yeeting racist dickwads, bucky going through therapy and making amends, sam and joaquin being bros, sambucky homoerotic tension, etc.

the cinnamontography! wandavision mostly used cinematography to signify era n stuff. tfatws doesn't have wv's premise to go off of, so here's some tricks i noticed:

with sam there's obviously all sorts of shots with the captain america iconography next to his face, but he hasn't totally claimed it. there's the mural of steve rogers in the background; there's sam staring into the shield like it's a spectre of steve's face; there's sam looking into the exhibit, the shield and sam separated by glass and a layer of camera focus. steve is a constant spectre, always there, an idea, a symbol himself. sam's relationship with this iconography is distanced. he is separated by glass exhibit walls. by painting canvases. he doesn't yet feel worthy to take on that iconography. this whole thing was pulled off quite well but also a bit on-the-nose if only in quantity. there's just sooooo much fancy iconography stuff

speaking of the exhibit, there's something that i get real pissy about. it's when like, there's an action going on you're supposed to be paying attention to but the cinematographer is like,,,, hey! check out this location! or this headline! or something! there was a lot of that in the exhibit. the camera was like, you could focus on sam and rhodey's convo (which was fine but could have been so much better with an extra like 10 minutes of deep character study talk) but noooo you want me to look at the symbol for the united nations and read all the text about bucky who hasn't even showed up yet. shut up i know the lore and ill watch the shot-by-shot breakdown yt vids you don't have to make the shot this long jkdsalcjklasejf

my fav trick was with bucky and the therapist. i had seen a clip of the scene with bucky and the therapist beforehand and i thought the cinnamontography was super obnoxious, but then i was like, oh duh. the shots frequently change the distance between the camera and its subject. sometimes it's uncomfortably close and sometimes it's really far. a clear allegory for the duality of therapy, esp for bucky! therapy is an invasive process wherein he is ruthlessly examined, picked apart, and berated for his trauma (this therapist is crap in every way btw, "mean therapist" works for greg house and greg house only). so the camera goes close. it makes the viewer claustrophobic like bucky. but when he's like "no i haven't had any nightmares" the camera suddenly goes really far. we see bucky as this tiny head in the center of the bottom of the frame. we are distanced from him. he has pushed us away. we cannot see him. he lies because he is vulnerable. so yeah, amazing work there. the therapy scene was hard to watch on purpose!

did bucky slip a note to yori inside the dollar bill? bucky stop making me emooooo. the suuper awkward fake smile has me 😭 (veteran trying to adjust!)

mark my worrrrds when sam asks someone y the govt picked john “white bread” walker they’re gonna say “we needed somebody everyone can get behind....someone uncontroversial, someone everyone can see themselves in” like that exact racist dog whistle

tfatws weekly ask 2

just saw ep2 so im taking advantage of the 2 seconds i can be on tumblr without worrying about tfatws spoilers before new episode drops

when isaiah said "your people put me in prison for being a hero" and bucky thought "your people" means hydra. 🤦‍♂️

speaking of racism, the interplay between sam being Black (anti-Black racism) and sam being the Falcon (negrophilia, "can i take a selfie w you as i deny you a loan?") and the intersection between the two (j*hn lichrally called sam "steve's wingman"! he takes the crypto out of crypto-racist in like 2 seconds!) !!!!!!!! a Black celebrity's Black experience, the separation of man and identity!!!! (thinking about vanessa bayer in snl in that skit "beyonce is black" telling her black friend "you're not black, you're...my girl!")

after sam gets racially profiled by cops we see j*hn standing in front of cop cars cinematic parallels turns out j*hn is racist who knew

this therapist sucks major ass but she got bucky and sam together in the same room and ready to collaborate...that's something ig. it was lichrally couple's therapy she said she used her miracle exercise with couples sambucky antis get blended

bucky says "he was wrong about you so maybe he was wrong about me"...that's not how people talk. when therapist asks bucky, the guy who doesn't talk at all about himself, "y do you hate sam", the last thing bucky's gonna do is actually connect his hatred of sam to his own self-worth issues. bucky generally refuses to talk about himself, so why would he talk about himself in the one context that nobody ever links back to their own neuroses: hatred of other people? one thing human beings hate most is admitting we're wrong. admitting you hate someone because of your own issues? that's a major therapeutic step. bucky would absolutely have to be prompted to do that. even like one or two lines of dialogue more would have set up that line better. but in terms of the actual thought? an amazing way to take the sam/bucky relationship. bucky bases his self-worth on steve believing in him, and if steve is wrong bucky has no self-worth, so 1) he has to develop self-worth disassociated from steve's assessment of him and 2) he has to love himself before he can love sam, and 3) he has to realize that sam giving up the shield is a sign of sam's humility not his unworthiness.

conversely, we don't get into why sam hates bucky? yeah sam has the right to hate a guy that has tried to kill him (albeit while brainwashed) multiple times, and now shows up in his life just to bash him but. everything happens so fast i cant follow their relationship

in fact i dont feel like i understood much of anything. like y did bucky and sam go on that mission together? how connected are sam/bucky/joaquin with the government? doesn't bucky just want to retire now? literally what is everyone doing/feeling and why???

if battlestar becomes a knowing commentary on the black best friend stereotype i'm gonna party, but i dont expect much of that

the interplay between man and symbol. captain america is obviously a symbol. the shield is obviously a symbol. but steve rogers? the. man behind the cowl? he too seems to become a symbol. a paragon of a good guy, so good he's unreachable. steve was just a guy stop idolizing him the last thing steve would want is to be idolized

as the resident musician/music nerd on mcublr, 1) that captain america rally music slaps, but 2) re: the song at the end of the ep, if you're just gonna rip off mozart's lacrymosa then at least play mozart's lacrymosa. we wont blame you the lacrymosa slaps (if you dont know what im talking about go on yt and search it up youll recognize it fo sho

look i love enfys nest as much as the next guy but if tfatws is gonna get erin kellyman to play another innocent little gurl blackmailed into the fakeout-villain position (her text seemed to suggest as such) then 😡 like why can't women just....be evil? young, freckly, innocent-looking women? girls are not untouchable pure objects but full of rage and resentment just as much as anyone can be

bonus ep1 comment: bucky says about that senator whose car he hijacked, "she continued to abuse the power i gave her." fictionaldarling on yt say that he says "i" because he can't disassociate himself from his winter soldier persona which begets endless and senseless guilt. like dude. can i not be emo for like 1 second.

OKay. First off, as much I enjoy your sending it to me, what made you decide to send me these??

TFATWS WA #1

Don't worry about getting this to me as early as possible. I usually don't watch the episode right away.

1. Cool writing lesson.

2. Everyone wants a comedy show [like Friends] about the MCU superheroes.

3. Cinematography is always a beautiful thing.

4. Sam definitely has to carve his own Captain America status for himself, outside of Steve's ya know everything.

5. They have to do that for people who was just now tuning in because they're in love with Sam Wilson or Sharon Carter.

6. I think the therapist was taking a 'tough love' approach for Bucky, because she likely has some very strong opinions about the literal assassin she's been assigned to give therapy too. She did not choose to talk to him, she was assigned that make that clear in the second episode.

And, Bucky isn't lying when he said it wasn't a nightmare. It wasn't a nightmare, it was a resurfaced memory. So, technically he wasn't lying - and yes, the camera does move away because while he's saying he didn't have a nightmare, he's not expanding on what actually happened - so, he's still pushing the therapist/us away.

7. Bucky, and Steve, have/had a TON to adjust to.

8. Yeah, I agree that will be the bullshit line they give. If they ever actually talk about it.

TFATW WA #2

Yeah, always got to take advantage of avoiding those spoilers lmfaoo.

1. Honestly, that line was double meaning. Both about White people and Hydra [which is made up of mostly white supremacists/nazis] So, the line is gesturing to both White People in general and Hydra assholes together. I think the terminology is “double edge sword”??

2. This whole paragraph structure confused me, ngl - so I'm going to answer it the best I can. I do like that they're not ignoring the fact that Sam being Black is 1000% the reason he's not the Official Captain America - because the gov't is racist as hell.

I also like the little lines about how they point out little things about Sam's Falcon persona, like that kid calling him 'Black Falcon' specifically and Sam's response show the split between Sam and Falcon itself.

John is a dick for calling Sam the wingman of Steve Rogers. Sam was a hero all on his own before Steve asked him to join up again. [Side note, it's lichrally??]

3. Exactly, the parallel of Sam being profiled and surrounded while just on the street and John being surrounded by fans and being able to spring Bucky with apparently only a few sentences shows a Loooooot

4. Honestly, at this point I wonder if she's not actually a therapist and is just an agent assigned to assess Bucky outside of an Official Building. I do know, however, that her 'look at each other and speak' exercise is actually a real therapy practice. It's just a little slower.

5. Actually, I think he would've blurted that out. That whole line. I don't think Bucky hates Sam. I think they could've done the scene better, but I think that had Sam prodded him/the therapist been more annoying Bucky would've lost control of his emotions and blurted out the whole "If he was wrong about you, he was wrong about me" but I feel like the writing for this show is just... not there. Sometimes you blurt shit when you get overemotional and I think that was what Bucky was supposed to be like.

6. I don't think Sam hates Bucky, I think he doesn't trust him though. I do wish they'd talked about that though. The whole 'talk to each other' scene should've been a LOT longer and a LOT slower.

7. Sam and Bucky's relationship is being fast tracked because they don't really know how to work the relationship out, writers-room-wise. Bucky is technically retired, but I feel like he's trying to live up to Steve's expectations and doing what Steve would've done and we all know that if Steve was there, Steve would've jumped on that plane with Sam. It looks like Sam/Bucky/Joaquin are a side-team based from Military services but as Sam says they're all free agents so...?

8. Sadly, They seem to just be propping up to be another stereotype.

9. Captain America is a symbol. Steve Rogers is a man. But now Steve Rogers is an idol because of all the shit he's been through and honestly, it's not a bad thing he's become an idol for people - it's using Steve as a reason to make White Bread Walker the next Captain that makes Steve's idolization so fucked.

10. I don't know anything about music so I have no opinion here, sorry.

11. Enfys?? Also, I think they did the whole Innocent Girl Thing as side commentary for Bucky lowering his guard about seeing a young girl rather than a guy.

12. Bucky is the Winter Solider. The Winter Solider is Bucky. That is how Bucky will always see it because although he was brainwashed, it was still him and he remembers all of it. When you have constant memories of something 'someone else' did, you tend to not be able to pull the two personas out of each other. I want Bucky to take up the title, White Wolf instead of Winter Soldier. Honest.

This is all my opinion, I’m honestly a little disappointed with the writing of TFATWS so far so... I’m not really optimistic about this.

#Asks

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tizravenkatthing · 4 years

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High-school AU one shot

So, I got idea. I write idea. Here is idea as one shot.

Ship: Prinxiety

TW: Subtle choking, mention of bullying.

This is me being absolute Prinxiety trash. Enjoy.

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High school. The time where chaos ensues, everyone has their own groups. Everyone has their enemies/ people they dislike and whatever. Basically, a gathering of a bunch of people going through puberty and being forced to coexist in one big space. Which happens to somehow still be too cramped at times.

However. There is a very distinct group of people who seem either unaware, ignorant, oblivious, untouched, made an exception, whatever you'd call it, from the rest of the school population. That is. The Cool Kids. Physically attractive, check. Various different somehow attractive persons, check. Most importantly, everyone loves them. And Virgil knows that the most.

You see, Virgil, as a freshman, was just like any other kid in school. Hated it. Loathed it and some Dumbass teachers. Didn't like doing homework. Occasionally (or… Frequently) burned the midnight oil just because they forgot or postponed doing homework until the day or night before. Classic, average high schooler. Sure, he was a bit of an emo. Wore dark colours, darker eyeshadow, sometimes ripped jeans too. It got some whispers, yeah, but it was fine with him.

Then one day, whilst dealing with the biggest bully in school, a.k.a, being thrown against the lockers and held up by his shirt collar for absolutely no more reason than bumping into the bully, he was miraculously saved by the three most popular freshman, also the most popular guys in school.

Patton Heart, bubbly, adorable, absolutely friendly, loves to "adopt" people as his children and be called dad, calls everyone (excluding teachers of course), "kiddo(s)" and of course the kindest soul you'd ever find here.

Logan Berry, stoic, cold but slightly sweet on Patton (Reasonable, who could ever not smile with him around), walking dictionary and book on facts, a bit insensitive and unempathetic but the girls (and guys) dig it somehow. Research (rumours) indicate that he's trying his best to "understand emotions" as he'd put it.

And last but never the least. Roman Prince. Voted #1 hottest guy in school, obsessed with acting and theatre, absolutely friggin extra, dramatic, loves making grand entrances (and exits), a social butterfly, skilled with make-up, and…. The guy Virgil had a crush on, just like everyone else in school. And if anything, Virgil was gay.

When the three had put a stop to the bullying Virgil couldn't believe his eyes. He viewed himself a part of the crowd, insignificant. Like a pebble on a roadside. Never in his wildest dreams would he imagine he'd be so close to his crush as he was that day. He remembered the way his face heated when he looked up to see Roman standing between him and the bully and noticed how wide Roman's back was. His mind flared with alarm bells and he was absolutely freaking out in the gayest way possible.

The bully soon left the four of them and Virgil found himself surrounded by the three most well known people in school, which was wild for him. He was so shocked he could only communicate in nods or shakes of his head and flailing hands. And if anyone told him a week ago he would be soon walking and being included in their group, he'd have laughed. But that was what happened. Slowly, over the course of his freshman year, he got to know about the three of them and became an accepted part of their group.

And… That was great. If not for….

"U-uhm… E-excuse me…?" a feminine voice called.

Virgil turned around and saw a girl standing behind him with an envelope tightly held to her chest. She seemed extremely nervous and fidgety as she found the words to say. Virgil, on the other hand, now a second year, looked like he holding back a cringe.

"Let me guess. You want that delivered to Roman, right?" he said flatly, holding out his hand for it.

The girl brightened and nodded, seemingly relieved she didn't need to spell it out. This, was a normal occurance. After all, everyone had seen that he was probably the closest to Roman. Both of them being fans of Disney and often debating about different movies and such. So, being the least attractive and "high status" as the others had made him a convenient errand boy anyone could approach for such things like… This love letter. Happened from homeroom till dismissal.

He sighed as the girl handed him her letter and rushed off, stuffing it with about five more letters he had gotten within the same hour to deliver to the exact same person. Now, this wouldn't have exactly been as exasperating and a little bit (only a little bit!) frustrating for him if not for….

"Roman, you've got more letters." he said as he entered the classroom. Roman and he were in the same class. Patton and Logan were the next class over and often visited their class to talk, just like they had done now since classes were over for the day.

"Oh gosh, more?? Damn… Now I need to go and reject them all…"

That.

Every single time with every single letter. No matter how popular or pretty the girl (and occasionally, how handsome the guy was) he'd reject them. As nicely as he possibly could. And it wasn't fair. At least for Virgil, it was just not fair! On one hand, he was happy Roman remained single, he wouldn't be able to take it if Roman started to date someone else… On the other, everyone just saw him as some decoration, some….. Tool. An errand boy. And personally, he couldn't confess to Roman. Ever!

What if Roman didn't want to be friends after he confessed?? What if Roman didn't like guys? And even if Roman liked guys, would he even consider him?? The doubts and anxiety gave Virgil an unpleasant twist in his stomach and he never could bring up the courage to confess.

It was so. Not. Fair!

The pretty boy could have whoever he wanted and he couldn't because he wanted the pretty boy that he knew was out of his league!

Virgil was absolutely afraid of Roman finding out his feelings for him…. So he kept hiding it and kept delivering love letters to his crush until before summer break. He had hit his limit. The most prettiest, hottest, girl in school had asked him to deliver her letter to Roman and, no surprise, Roman planned to reject her.

How??? Just how could he do that without batting an eye?!???! Something in Virgil snapped and he just huffed with exasperation, sitting with a thud on the desk Roman was sitting at.

"You even reject her?!!?? You've done nothing but reject love letters no matter who they're from! Really, Princey, just who is good enough for you to date?? Who will you ever say yes to??? Tell me, Princey, I'm curious!" Virgil ranted, some of the butterflies tormenting his poor stomach fluttering away with his emotional words.

Really, he was curious. Just who could make this prince say yes? Roman was stunned at Virgil's outburst, taking a few minutes to process what the emo had said before replying. Virgil was later glad Logan and Patton had gone to get some snacks. And miraculously no one else had been in class then.

"Well….. You." Roman said softly, stunning the boy sitting on his desk.

Virgil blinked and stared intently at Roman in shock. ".... What? I'm…. Sorry. Say that again?"

"I said.. You. You are 'good enough' for me to date. And you can make me say yes." Roman said calmly.

Virgil blinked again, pinched his cheek and winced in pain. Okay, he wasn't dreaming. He wasn't just hearing things. He looked at his crush, stunned and surprised as he found his throat dry. He cleared his throat and hesitated.

".... Are you…. Saying that…" He looked up at the pretty boy in front of him, nervous. "..... You'd…. Date me?"

Virgil was blushing and he could see that Roman was too as he slowly nodded his head and gave a cute, shy smile.

"I mean…. Yeah…" Roman whispered, only loud enough for Virgil to hear.

Virgil flushed harder and stuttered, taking a minute to calm himself down and think. Taking a few more minutes to gather his thoughts and speak.

'I-I mean… You know, I've have this crush on you since. Forever, well, not foreverImean,sincefreshman?AndIjust…. Uhm… Well… W-what… I mean to say is… " Virgil squirmed and tugged at the strings of his hoodie nervously as his face felt like it had been set on fire. He took a deep breath…

".... I L- LI- LOVE YOU, DATE ME?!?" He shouted and blushed from the tips of his ears till his neck, diving his face into his hands, trying his best to hide the redness.

He didn't hear or feel anything for a few seconds and he began to panic, wondering if Roman was disgusted or didn't feel the same or-

His mind stopped as he felt two warm arms embrace him, someone gently, timidly, placing a kiss to his head.

"Of course I'll date you. If you'll have me." he heard Roman say, timidly yet cheekily.

And with that, Virgil was officially a goner…

In the best way possible ;)

#high school #AU #oneshot #ts virgil #ts princey #ts roman #ts logic #ts logan #ts patton #ts anxiety #ts morality #ts creativity #This is a whole mess. But enjoy.#prinxiety #roman x virgil #High school oneshot

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judgement-free-sideblog · 5 years

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Occupational Hazards

Barry Berkman x Reader

Three part series: It was just another job, he doesn't even had to kill anyone, but the way she looked at him was more dangerous than the bullets.

Part I Part II Part III

Angst with a happy ending

Warnings: Violence, cursing, blood, mention of abortion, stalkers.

Part III

"Someone got lucky" Natalie said when Barry entered his apartment, she was helping Nick with his lines for an audition and since the first pictures of his relationship with Y/N had emerged she always find an excuse to be near him and ask a million annoying questions "Although is kind of tacky to come to home with the same clothes from yesterday"

"No comment" That usually make her keep her distance but since he took forever to pour himself a coffee she followed him to the kitchen.

"So we were watching the nominations this morning, anything interesting to talk about it?" Somehow even when his job consisted in sell the lie he didn't felt comfortable talking about Y/N with his friends, and specially not that morning. He gave her a deadly glare and just walk inside his room.

Barry left the untouched coffee on his desk and collapsed on his bed, he wasn't tired, and the ideas revolving in his mind would keep him up for long enough.

They have watch several romantic comedies with wine and popcorn and then when they were discussing how impractical and unrealistic they were she apologized to him for the permanent damage that the article would cause in his attempts to get back to Sally, it wasn't strange since they have come to know about each other's past over the weeks, the strange part was that he was not actually concern about it. Sally had become a simple friend and he was sure even had to talk to him more often since Y/N came into his life, but he didn't had romantic feelings towards her anymore.

However the sudden realization that those feelings were gone because of the woman that was curled next to him, screaming at Cameron Diaz to run away from her idiot fiance; made him feel uneasy, he would have prefer to leave, but she was obviously anxious about the nominations the next morning so he agreed to take the couch, but she since she couldn't sleep they open another bottle of wine and start asking questions about each other.

He got to learn that the B&H menthol were her favorite cigarettes, but she was trying to quit and she actually only have one or two every couple weeks when she was to nervous, and he make himself a mental note to buy a package just in case. He told her about his favorite music, and a thing or two about her days in Afganistan, she told her how her mom was dying and her money was not to save her just to help her live her last days in least pain.

She asked about the most terrible thing he ever did and when he couldn't answer she went first.

"Do you want to know the real reason I broke up with Richard?" She said suddenly completely serious.

"You don't have to do that Y/N..."

"I want to, I feel like you have this weight on you and that you think of yourself as a monster, so do I. I may not be the trash human everyone think I am but that doesn't excuse what I have done. I have always hhave friends many friends men and women, and I even like some of them, that doesn't mean I sleep with them but for Richard every men I even talked to was someone I was fucking behind his back" She took one large drink of wine, it was clearly a painful memory "The thing I actually loved him, and I actually saw myself sharing my life with him, he was my agent back then and I could look over her rudeness most of the time... but then I got pregnant" She gave him a sad smile and he could see where the story was going so he remained silent even when he wanted to hold her. "He obviously didn't believe it could be his, and ask me to take care of it, or my life and my career and my mother treatment would be over so I did it. And don't get me wrong I know now that it was the right choice, believing I could have a family with that pig is ridiculous, but it wasn't my choice at the time and I don't know after that I just had to run away from him, I actually sleep with my costar, that's number 3 and use the scandal to break things with Richard, and now I'm here"

He hold her close to him and not thinking he started telling her about Korengal, about Moss and about Mayrbeck, she was comfortable to hold on to, she simply nodded and asked an occasional question about the time those things happened but she didn't judge him, and he eventually closed his own eyes and pretend for a moment that she was not paying him, that there was actually one human being who would love him not only despite his past, but also because of it. Someone who would feel safe enough with him, that she could sleep like that. He wanted to tell her that Sally was nice but she would never accept his truth, and she was like a getaway car, she had been the illusion to be Barry Block and leaving all behind, but her... Y/N came looking for Barry Berkman and she wasn't scared of him, but he also couldn't say it because he knew once things were over she would go back to his life and his little bubble will pop.

And that day was closer than ever, she was nominated as Outstanding supporting actress in a limited series or TV movie, and as she had said she had absolutely no chance to win because Maverick wouldn't let her, but the amount of opportunities that would come after if she get nominated would be enough to find a new agent, and walk away from that life, so she had been waiting to hear her name for months and now that it was finally there the look on her face was enough to turn down all of his precautions and he simply kiss her.

He take her by the neck in the middle of her excitement and simply put his lips onto hers and kiss her like she was the only thing he needed to survive, and he was only recovering his common sense when Y/N hold him tighter and kissed him back with the same intensity, he was happy beyond comprehension but reality find its way to his mind and eventually he let go. Y/N opened her mouth to say something but her phone start ringing with congratulations from her friends and that allowed them to have a minute to settle down.

"Don't worry about the suit, they are probably going to offer you one" She said to him finally after answering the phone the third time.

"Yeah sure, I am so happy for you. Congratulations" He was being honest, but he needed to acknowledge the kiss somehow "I'm so sorry I shouldn't..." for some reason apologizing for something he was not sorry for is what he did.

"Please don't apologize, it was nice, is being a long time since someone kissed me like that, say it was the heat of the moment, or that you simply felt like it, but don't be sorry about it because I'm not" The look she gave him, that's when he knew he was doomed, she wanted him, for how long? who could tell, but he was much of a coward to find out, so he make up an excuse and didn't even touch her when he said goodbye, and just walked away.

Fortunately the next weeks past in a blur, a couple days later their Variety interview was the subject of an angry call from Sally for not telling her, and endless banter and teasing from his classmates wich lead to shaming him into bet on her in Jermaine Emmy's pool.

He had tell the story of how they met more times than he could remember, and there was little to no time to be alone with her, other than the choreographed PDA they had agreed beforehand, and she even had to leave for two weeks to New York for another set of endless interviews, on wich she made sure to get his name out at least once, he watched them and pretend that he was the actual loving boyfriend waiting for her return even when his mind kept reminding him he was not.

He had told her everything and she didn't judge him, and his heart was holding the hope that maybe, just maybe in the end she could be a friend since he felt undeserving of something else, and by the time he was at her place waiting for her to go to the ceremony he had already promised himself he would be there for her no matter what.

The award ceremony was magic in itself, walking next to her on the red carpet and watching her like the star she was in the elegant black gown she had chosen was more than enough for him, but there were also a lot of famous people who surprisingly treated him as if he belonged, and in the middle of that crowd he could finally found a moment of intimacy with her on the way she nervously hold his hand whenever Richard looked their way and when he got upstaged to introduce the Award Y/N was nominated in, he was attractive and charismatic but the smug on the bastard face when he read her name on the nominations and then when he finally said the winner (Zoe Saldana or someone like that) were enough to make his blood boil and mentally mark a bullet with his name on it.

***

"I just lose 300 grand" He whispered in your ear and you could smell a hint of perfume, it was perfect.

"Well next time bet against me, and listen to me when I talk" you fixed his bow tie as an excuse to touch him, he looked unrealistically hot, the tux the hair, even the incipient beard that had started to grow look fantastic on him. "I hate after parties, but Adrian says we should make an appearance and then we can get out of there"

He nodded and you could feel him trembling under your hands, he had been weird since the kiss and you can understand why, but you wanted to reassure him that you didn't give a fuck about his past, that Block or Berkman or whatever you only cared for Barry, that there was something in him that make you feel happy, that he calling out your bullshit was something you needed and that that kiss was the single most happy moment you ever had.

They drove you to the after party and you allowed the crowd to separate you from him while you mapped out in your mind how to talk to him on the way home, and then you felt it, the stench of bourbon and cigars, and a big hand pulling from her arm with strength, you paralyzed for a moment and the promise you had made yourself to kick his nuts the way Barry teach you fly away when he got in the middle of your conversation with a Mexican Director famous for not giving a crap about Hollywood who had a project on Netflix.

"Oh please don't let this man drag you tho those movies actual cinema is here in Hollywood, not paying monthly to watch on your leaving room" He smiled like a hyena and you desperately try to avoid him, but pull you closer and Alfonso simply gave you his card discreetly and walked away. "Quite the spectacle you have put on with the little soldier" he said letting go of your arm, but still blocking your way with his body. "Too bad is about to be over."

"Oh I was not aware you have a saying in when or for how long I am with someone" you spat at him desperately looking for someone to come closer so you could make an escape, but your heart broke when you saw Barry talking happily with whom you assume was his Sally Reed, and you felt alone and defeated and he must have seen that in your eyes because his poisonous tongue kept talking.

"He is good looking I give you that" he said looking in his direction and then back at you holding your chin and you fight with all your strength to not cry right there "But he is just a looser from Ohio, who was caught in the middle of all this glamour" he made a round movement with his hand and then pointed at you "And you are a drinking, smoking whore, you are not going to be the respectable wife of a soldier and retire to live in the suburban house with the white fence. Wake up from your dream Y/N, you need to be with a men who knows how to treat you and how to please you" His hand was on your waist and you felt disgusted by his touch and you cursed yourself for not screaming then and there to fuck off "Tell me little one, does your soldier know how to make you scream? Or does he bore you to death in bed" He was drunk it was obvious and you could feel his breath approaching you and could anticipate his movement, he was going to kiss you.

"Well I haven't recieved complaints" Barry's voice take you out of your trance state and you move away from Richard, he had put his hand on his shoulder and was pressing him steadily in his place, he was way taller and Richard almost look funny next to him "But we hardly ever make it to the bed do we babe?" He possessively take you by the waist and pull you away from him straight to his lips and kissed you voraciously, something that people around you actually notice because you could hear a couple of whistles.

"Are you okay?" He whispered quiet enough so only you could hear and you nodded yes "Such a pleasure to meet you finally, Barry Berkman" He offered his hand and Richard took it trying to put out his charm again.

"The famous Barry, so you are the man taking away our beautiful Y/N to make her a decent woman" He teased you again. You were no longer shaking and Barry's presence gave you courage.

"I think is the other way around" You search inside his jacket for a pack of cigarettes you saw him put there earlier an took one to your mouth "I'm trying to make this beautiful man and indecent creature" Barry quickly offered you fire and then he looked to Richard who was obviously angry at him.

"And you are succeeding honey, anyway I'm going to have to take her away for good, bye Richard" He didn't give him a chance to respond and you were already walking towards Sally, she was there as the plus one of her costar in Richard's movie and she was a lovely person, who only wanted to reassure you she and Barry were done, offered you her friendship and asking for acting advice.

"You want to get out of here?" You said once you have talked to almost everyone but this time Barry make sure to not leave your side in case Maverick come close again.

You walked outside and the car was waiting for you, and different from other times he didn't let your hand go once you were inside, instead he put his arm around you and hold you closer to him.

"I'm so sorry, I paralyzed, I was freaking out and I didn't pushing away, I feel so ashamed" you started speaking against his chest with tears finally coming from your eyes.

"Hey there, it's okay" He patted your back and kissed the top of your head, his voice was calming like a balm taking away the pain "That guy is a jerk, at least he is getting the point now, you were right. What kind of asswhole needs to see a woman with another man in order to understand she doesn't want him?"

"We hardly make it to the bed?" You said smiling "I liked that one, the look on his face"

"I couldn't think anything else, was it too much?" He clearly was nervous about kissing you but this time you were not letting him go so easily.

"Maybe, would you consider this too much?" You pull his face down to kiss him but he didn't move, he kissed you back, not as theatrical as before and his lips felt soft on yours and you could feel his hand on your neck holding you close to him and the other caressing your hair, it felt like pure electricity and little by little he started pushing his tongue inside of yours, and you were surprised by the dominant way he kissed you and the tender way he was holding you.

You were interrupted once the driver announced you were home and once you were inside you could see him burying his hands in his pockets like he didn't know what to do with them.

"We shouldn't" He said finally but his eyes meant something else "I mean I'm still working for you"

"And you say you were no prostitute" you smile at him, using him as support so you could take off your heels and tossed them somewhere in the living room "Are you coming or not?" You take his hand and point to the staircase with your head.

"Yes ma'am" he answered with a grin a followed you upstairs leaving tender kisses in your bare shoulders.

***

Barry wake up with her naked body still wrapped around him, her dress that had been almost impossible to take off was in the floor in some corner and he went to put on his boxers so he could get downstairs, it was 7:00 am and he wanted to make her breakfast, even if he couldn't figure out his way in the kitchen, but he chose to take a leak first.

He was walking out of the bathroom, with the memories of the previous night burning in the back of his head and then he listened it, the familiar sound of a gun going off and he panicked, because it wasn't in his hands, and then a stinging pain in his shoulder, an actual relief because whoever was shooting didn't knew what their were doing, he collapsed on his back next to de bed and hit his head making all blurry but he was listening.

The noise wake Y/N and Barry could hear her scream when she saw him bleeding, and his mind was only thinking in fighting back, then the lights turned on and he could see her, the figure shaking at the door holding the gun.

"Why? Why did you had to choose him?" Adrian's voice had a high pitch on it "I was the one supposed to comfort you, and to hold your hand last night Y/N!!!" She shot at her but thankfully she was terrible and she missed, barry didn't move waiting for a moment to reach for one of the guns he had hide in her room months ago, begging to not bleed out before he could.

"Leave that alone for once" Maverick voice said from the door "And you get dress" He tossed a night gown to Y/N that was covering herself with a bedsheet, he hit Adrian on the face making her fall to the ground and took the gun away from her hands.

"What the fuck Richard?" Y/N scream at him, and she put on the gown "What the fuck are you doing in my house" She attempt to run towards Barry but he stopped her.

"Oh I wouldn't do that sugar" He sounded drunk or something else, but he had enough coordination to hold the gun better than Adrian that now was a crying mess in a corner. "Sit here and don't move" He forced her to sit on the bed and went to were Barry was trying o stand with a hand holding on the bed. "Come on soldier sit with your whore"

"Adrian why did you do this?" Y/N was talking to the young girl, but she couldn't even look at them she was curled in the floor sobbing and holding herself. "I cared for you, you were like my sister, I loved you"

"Oh, did you hear that?" Richard laughed and went to pick Adrian by the hair and forced her to look at Y/N "A sister, but that's not what you wanted right? You'll see Y/N this lady here found something interesting about your prince charming here, and out of her so called love for you she came to me to help her solve your problem, tell me sweetheart have this man told you why did he came home from the war? He is a fucking murderer." His words sound poisonous and Y/N look shocked, but Barry new it was more about how he got that information than the actual fact that Barry had killed someone.

"What do you want Richard?" She said and her voice was soft, she even move apart from Barry in what he hoped was pretend disgust "What are you talking about?"

"This guy you chose killed an innocent man and walked away with it, and your lovely friend here was so worry about you that last night she was too drunk to shut up, so this morning she convinced me to came here and help her get you to safety, but oh no, we are too late" he started pacing around the room making an fake distressed face, and he ignored Barry for a moment "When I got here he had already snapped, he killed your friend..." He pointed the gun to Adrian's head an ignored Y/N pleas and simply killed her "And then I have trouble imagining what could have happened" He had a sadistic grin and took Y/N by the hair and force her to kiss him. "What do you think? He killed himself when he saw what he did?" He pointed his gun at Barry's head who was looking down with his hands behind his back "Or the coward shot you before he killed himself?" He caressed her face with the smoking gun and enjoyed the terror in her face "What is it going to be dear?" He said trying to force another kiss on her.

"Maybe think better asswhole" Barry said and out of nowhere he took the gun frrom his hand an shot him in the head under the scared face of Y/N and even when he was relieved he had saved her he could assume he had lost her forever.

***

The official version was that Richard was high on many different substances, he broke into your house and tried to kill you but Barry took that bullet and then when Adrian tried to calm him down he killed her and out of fear and his agitated mental state he end up blowing up his brains.

There was no reason to disbelief you, he had make a scene at the party the previous night when you left and the gun was registered, and in his house they found footage of your apartment entrance and some pictures taken from the front building as Barry had suspected.

After some harsh couple of months and a very well elaborated lie things were settled down and you even were about to start working on a new independent film.

Everything was perfect but you still missed him, you haven't been able to manage the initial shock and he interpreted as you being too disgusted by his lifestyle and he choose to go back to his anonymous life, to his acting class and being Barry Block, even when press won't leave him alone for days.

A year passed in a blur and you felt hurt that he didn't called you, and you were too proud to look for him, and suddenly one day, Sally walked in for a table read for the movie, and after it was over, and after impressing everyone there including you she timidly approach.

"Hi, I don't want to be awful, but do you remember meeting me?" She said and it take you by surprise the humility she showed.

"Sure you were Barry's friend right?" You said hiding the pain his name produced in your heart.

"Oh my god you remember that's so sweet of you, I just wanted to say how glad I am to work with you, you are such an inspiration" She seemed sincere but you wanted to run away from everything that could remained you of him "And I'm sorry it didn't work out for you guys, I mean he is still obviously in love with you, but he is such a non violent guy that I get why he walked away, but you are a fighter and I just wanted to say I respect you so much"

You smiled and change the subject, and praise her acting buying you enough time to process her words and a glimpse of hope start shining, maybe it was not all lost.

***

"I'm lady Macbeth, again" Natalie's voice was proud of herself, this was the third time they were doing the Shakespearean night but this time he hadn't get Macbeth like the previous year but Benedick in a scene from Much ado about nothing, a comedy since Gene thought he needed to experiment more with that genre, and he had cast Saha as Beatrice, but she didn't have the slightest interest since he had actually given her a second role as Helena in Midsummer.

By the time he was ready to come out in scene and declare his love for Beatrice the woman looking against him was clearly not Sasha but he could have known her figure in any place and so he went and started talking not sure of what to expect.

BENEDICK: I do love nothing in the world so well as you; is not that strange?

BEATRICE: As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not;

I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.

BENEDICK: By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.

BEATRICE: Do not swear, and eat it.

BENEDICK: I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it that says I love not you.

BEATRICE: Will you not eat your word?

BENEDICK: With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest I love thee.

BEATRICE: Why, then, God forgive me!

BENEDICK: What offence, sweet Beatrice?

BEATRICE: You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to protest I loved you.

BENEDICK: And do it with all thy heart.

BEATRICE: I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

BENEDICK: Come, bid me do any thing for thee.

BEATRICE: Kill Claudio.

The last line resonated in his mind for a moment, but she turned to the audience to make a bow and so did he happy to receive the applause, and she went to take his hand on hers and take one more bow before leaving the stage to Natalie.

"What are you doing here?" He asked her once they were apart from everyone.

"Playing Beatrice, Gene is an old friend of mine, I'm surprised he didn't told you, he loves to name drop, I asked him if I could read for this, I do miss theater you know?" She said finding a chair to sit on, the costume looked beautiful on her.

"That's not what I meant" He started keeping his distance.

"You never called, I went to pick you from the hospital and you leave before I got there, you avoid my calls..." Y/N was holding her hands together nervously. "

"I didn't think I should be around you, and Richard was no longer a threat" he said giving in and sitting next to her. "I do my job and walk away, that's how it works".

"Don't call it a work you didn't get paid" She said hurt by his words and he regretted immediately "We both know it wasn't that anymore that night... Barry I would not give you the crappy speech of how much I love you, but I do, I love you, with all the shitty parts that come along with you, if anything I love you more about those, am sorry I freaked out at the moment but I was sure he was going to kill you, I wasn't scared for me nor of you, for you plenty"

He remained silent for a moment and then he finally stood up, and for a moment she thought he would walk away, but he didn't.

"Do you want to get coffee?" He asked simply.

"Will you hold the mug like a normal person?" She joked.

"I'll ask for a paper cup with no handle if it's better" he said extending his hand to her. "And for what is worth, I love you too"

She took his hand and walked with him into the night, but he couldn't feel the darkness anymore, and the future looked bright for once.

The end

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Shapeshifter's game is so strong they fall in love I'm losing my mind

Not to be horny on main, but… here’s a part two. Part One is here, and the first concept post could be found here, but all you have to know is that the Reader is trying to sleep with the Top-Ten Heroes, who are all getting… creepy, to say the least.

You slumped onto the couch, your usual overly-tight clothes swapped out for pleasantly loose sweatpants. A buffet of chinse food sat in front of you, untouched for now. You promised you’d wait for Shinso, even if that was becoming… difficult. You occupied yourself by thinking of movies you could watch, cringing as anything romantic crossed your mind.

“No dates tonight?” The boy in question emerged from your shower (he’d just gotten off his daily patrol), falling onto the couch next to you. He already knew the answer, but Shinso liked to tease, you guessed. You just stuck your tongue out, snatching the remote up before he could. “You’re just jealous because everyone wants to tap this ass. It’s been… what? Three months since you shoved your dick in something living?”

“Whatever,” He mumbled, watching intently as you browsed through horror movies. “Who are you on? I heard Kirishima’s been keeping you at his place for the last few nights.”

“Yeah, he’s a little clingy.” The answer was deflective, and half of you knew that. But, the other half was more focused on your still-bruised hips. Looking back on it, you probably shouldn’t have been so insistent on quirk-play. “I’m actually going out with Nejire, now. She’s sweet, but I’m trying to take this one pretty slowly. Since I’m classy and all.” You clicked on a cheesy, low-budget screamer.

Shinso saw the title before you did. “Didn’t you see this last week, with Hado?” He asked. You were quick to answer, you cheeks almost heating-up at the thought. “Yeah, but I don’t remember it. We started making-out during the previews, then she was groping me, and before I knew it her hand was down my-”

A sharp knock on your door cut you off, and without thinking, you dove behind the couch. Letting out a string of curses, you didn’t bother explaining your reaction to Shinso until he leaned over the sofa’s back, his tone as concerned as it was confused. “What the fuck? It’s probably just your neighbor.”

“No, no it’s not.” You shot his a pleading stare, lips pulled into an over-dramatic pout. “Could you answer it? Just tell them I’m out of town.”

He grumbled, and you spouted praise like he’d just agreed to lend you one of his kidneys. Still, you could hear Shinso’s reluctance as he opened the door, pulling it open slowly before he let it swing out of his grasp. It must’ve been someone he knew, great.

“Hey, Hitoshi-chan!” You recognized the voice immediately, Mirio. He came by at least once a week, nowadays. “Is anyone else home? I have a present, and I’m really getting sick of leaving them at the door. I know, I tried to kidnap (Y/n) last time, but I’ve changed!”

“No, it’s just me. I’m…” He did a poor job of masking his grudge. You could picture him now, glaring over his shoulder and trying not to call you a slut while your protective ex-boyfriend was in within hearing distance. “I’m housesitting. I’ll let you know when to come over again.”

“That’s an awful lot of food for one person,” He said, making you flinch at his clear suspicion. You didn’t bother waiting for him to force his way past Shinso, to listen to the argument that would break-out soon. You didn’t want Shinso to be dragged into this, but… fuck, there was only one way to resolve this without calling the police, or spending the rest of your night locked in the closet, praying that Mirio wouldn’t break down the door. As quickly as you could, you crawled to your bedroom, stripping down and sliding on your biggest, darkest t-shirt. Something that Shinso would probably wear, if you ever gave him the chance.

Neither boy noticed as you approached, but Mirio was the first to grow quiet. You didn’t look at his as you strung your arms around Shinso’s waist, burying your head into his neck and letting out a tired whine. He went rigid under you, and you could only hope that he didn’t look too shocked. “Come back inside, I’m lonely.” After another moment of silence, you opened your eyes, making sure Mirio saw you before you saw him. “Oh… I didn’t know you stopped by.”

You could practically feel the anger resonating off of the blonde, but you didn’t care. Staying alive, staying on track, was much more important than sparing anyone’s feelings. His fist hit the doorway outside, his smile growing noticeably strained. “What are you doing, angel? If this is a joke, it’s not very funny.”

You were glad Shinso caught on. Your throat was so dry, you weren’t sure if you could talk. “C’mon, dude, cut this out. I have something to get back to, obviously.” The harshness in his voice was unfamiliar, but you didn’t object. He shut the door when Mirio growled, throwing a shoulder against it when he started trying to push it open. You scrambled to lock the deadbolt, sighing in relief when the older boy stomped off.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, fighting not to let your anxiety shine through. If you freaked out, he would too. Luckily, Shinso didn’t seem as mad as you assumed he’d be, just putting a hand on your shoulder and letting you continue. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t know how to make it stop, but all of this is getting so… everyone’s fucking crazy.”

“Relax, (Y/n), this isn’t your fault.” Shinsou rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, going his best to be comforting. “But… have you considered stopping? I know this important to you, but it’s getting dangerous.”

“I can’t,” You replied, more determined than you had been a minute ago. “I’ve already fucked five of the top-ten heroes, Hitoshi. Five. I’ve gone through so many kinks, so many hickeys, so many sets of handcuffs, I can’t give up now. It’d be disrespectful, wasteful. Something happens to you when you spend night after night trying to figure out if Shoto is more into pegging or sensory deprivation, or if Deku would be turned on by a lapdance from a stranger. I don’t think I can stop, even if I wanted to.”

He swallowed, avoiding your eyes. “That’s… that’s kinda fucked up, honestly.”

“You’re right,” You gasped, rushing to find your phone. You needed to write this down. “Shoto’s definitely into temperature play.”

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