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abbatoirablaze · 2 months

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Welcome To The Dollhouse, Madam

Word Count: 858

Warnings: implied smut, masturbation.

Bucky smirked as he walked into their shared bedroom. Steve was happily snoring, face down and naked, stretched out across the bed. Off towards the bathroom, he could hear the shower running, and he knew that their girlfriend must be getting ready for the upcoming evening.

They weren’t doing anything special, but she had managed to convince both super soldiers to take the night off and have a couple’s night in. Something that originally, Bucky hadn’t been on board with, but seeing his boyfriend happily snoring away, and knowing that his girlfriend was the cause of it, made him all too content with the moment.

As quietly as he could, he made his way towards the large ensuite. Once inside, he couldn’t stifle the laughter as he heard his girlfriend softly humming some top 40 song to herself.

“Mind if I join?” he asked softly as he leaned up against the counter.

He saw her jump ever so slightly through the heated glass, before giggling once more, “It depends, sarge…if you think you’re actually coming in to get clean, or dirty? Because we do have an event to go to tonight.”

“Yeah…sorry about that.”

“You told me that we could have a date night.”

“Showing you off to the world can be considered a date…a very public one…” he reminded her, “you know…since Steve and I came out, saying that we were in a polyamorous relationship with someone there’s been a lot of speculation of exactly who you are.”

“Trust me…I know,” she giggled, “so don’t be thinking you can sneak on in with Steve asleep in our room to get some nookie on the down-low.”

Bucky chuckled, “it’s why I didn’t just come in, doll…but in all fairness, I was out picking up our tuxes and your dress…and Steve looks like he got off more than a few times…is it really fair if I don’t come in and help?”

“So, he wants to be a dirty boy?” she teased gently as she looked at him through the glass. Bucky’s smirk only got wider as she leaned towards the wall. Bucky’s breath caught in his throat as one of her hands massaged her breast, while the other slipped between her legs.

He could smell the arousal dripping off of her as she slid her fingers into herself.

“Doll…you’re playing with fire…” Bucky warned gently as he felt his cock starting to twitch in his pants, “you can’t honestly be still riled up after the state I saw Steve in…”

“What can I say,” she giggled, “call it the hormones…I feel like I’ve been insatiable for weeks…”

“Because you have been…you know, not that I’m complaining or anything,” he answered warmly, stepping away from the counter. He stripped off his shirt and stepped out of his pants and briefs before stalking around the shower’s edge. A growl escaped the back of his throat when she pulled her hand from her core and brought it up to her lips, “you’re a naughty little girl, Bunny.”

“I can still taste Steve inside me,” she purred as she reached back into herself and caught more on her fingers before slipping her fingers back to her mouth and moaning, “but you know I love it when I can taste both of you on my tongue…”

Bucky reached forward and opened the shower. Another growl escaped the back of his throat when he saw her in all of her glory, “oh that can be arranged, bunny.”

They’d only just found out she was pregnant, but already the changes to her body were incredible. Her breasts had already gotten larger, and the slightest dimple of a baby bump lined her stomach, making him crave seeing her naked at all hours of the day.

And that thought alone in itself was driving Bucky and Steve feral.

Neither super soldier had realized just how much of a breeding kink they truly had until their girlfriend announced that she was ten weeks pregnant.

And how fast a super soldier baby was developing inside of her. Both men had fallen in love with the fact as soon as they had heard it. And even more so when they went to the first sonogram.

She was pregnant with their child.

“Bucky…”

The super soldier was torn from his thoughts as he looked up into his partner’s eyes.

“Yeah, Bunny?”

“You’re staring,” she teased, pulling the super soldier into the shower with her. Bucky closed the glass door behind himself and wrapped his arms around her waist, “has anyone ever told you that you have a staring problem?”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he instantly lied, “never, doll…guess it’s just you. You just have something that I can’t take my eyes off of.”

“Me…or the little super soldier you and Steve put in me?” Bucky all but growled once more and she smiled, “you better behave, James!”

“Oh, never!” he teased, his hands falling down to her stomach, “me and Steve made you a promise sweetheart…we’re gonna love you with every bit of ourselves…and a lot of the includes misbehaving with that pretty self of yours every chance we get.”

#madam #one shot #1shot #marvel #marvel au #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #welcome to the dollhouse #bucky barnes smut #james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky #falcon and winter soldier #the winter soldier

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ditzydisaster13 · 4 months

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Blood Runs Hot

For anyone familiar with my previous posts related to big hero 6, I have a 1shots book in progress on another account (link and or account name provided to those who ask). So if you want, here’s some angst.

Before anyone reads this chapter, I understand that I’m like really late to the game or whatever. And by that, I mean that I understand that Big Hero 6 as well as its characters belong to Disney and Marvel respectively. And the fact that it came out in 2014.

However, as of recently. I’ve become obsessed. To the point of watching the film at least once a week, typically every other day if I can, quoting specific moments a little too perfectly, and having the ability to notice things nobody else would make connections to without my outside knowledge. I’ve watched the movie loads. The Baymax series is a great 6 episode spin off. And the BH6 series is something I’m currently watching. Baymax dream shorts are funny, and I’ll soon get to the mini-series.

As for my stories, please be prepared for many levels of angst. Each Chapter, unless mentioned, will have no relations to the chapter or AU before it. Or the characters (canon character do not apply to the information) and will typically follow the canon plot line with minor details absent or changed. Some will have Tadashi alive, a discovery that takes place after the movie. And sometimes the movie just plays out as normal. As always, I fully recommend watching at the least the movie before diving into this book. But I hope you enjoy it regardless.

And as always, any characters continuously used, unless said otherwise, belong to marvel and Disney. Such as. Hiro Hamada, Tadashi, Baymax, Cass, Mochi, Fred, Wasabi, Honeylemon, Gogo, Judy, Krei, Yama, Callaghan, and Abigail. As well as characters from the series like, Granville, Obake, Karmi, Megan, Noodle Burger boy, Globby, Felony Carl, Momokase, Liv Amara and Diane/Di Amara, Minimax, Richardson Mole, Barron von Steamer, supersonic sue, and others.

-> Basically, any names you don’t recognize, probably belong to one of the many OCs I have planned for this book. I also like last names, so look out for that.

A few more things before I start the book. Most are 1shots, and few have multiple parts. As many as 6 possible parts and as few as 1. For the sake of 1shots. Each chapter will be properly titled, in a way that doesn’t say too much, summarized through a series of tabs, given an Angst rating of 1-10 as the book title suggests, and then the ending will contain room for a quote, an authors note, the word count; room for suggestions of later chapters, and a goodbye with a nickname that relates to this book specifically.

[ Blood Runs Hot: Big Hero 6, Angst, Angst shot, Hiro Hamada, Fredrick (Fred) Fredrickson, Fredmelion, Tadashi has past, Set slightly after movie Au, regrets, fire, adrenaline, loss, catching up with mentality, fears, anxiety, 6 out of 10, reminders, hiro realizes he’s not a fan of fire, regrets Fred’s costume, weirdly wise words]

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Hiro Hamada is an Idiot. Well, technically, he’s a genius. But for the moment, he’s feeling really stupid. Like big time. Air had become harder to breath since he realized. The fire…

And he started ignoring all his friends. His phone still pinged with unread messages. Buzzing from his desk as he simply laid in bed. A relapse. Of the depressive rut he had been thrown into when Tadashi died.

Well it was back full force.

Ever since the adrenaline wore off…

Hiro had realized something. Something fairly important. And now that his brain has fully registering what all of this means. That this was pretty much his fault. He couldn’t take it. Couldn’t face his friends.

God damnit! He really let himself get this far. This far. Blindly. Without sight. Why had he gotten so angry? It was all back to the fire. Fire. All of it.

Honeylemon had left him multiple messages. Majority of them asking if he was okay or if he wanted to talk. “Hiro. We all love you Hiro. I’m not the only one who’s worried. Please talk to us about this. I’m sure we can solve whatever it is.” That one message spoke to him.

He wasn’t actually reading the messages. Never even opened the app. Just skimming the texts as the notifications appeared on the screen of his phone. Hiro sped his way through Gogo’s messages next. A surprising amount of concern showing through the few messages the girl sent. Phrases such as how worried honey is. How he doesn’t have to deal with it alone. How Callaghan was in jail. To stop beating himself up. And “Whatever it is kid, you’ve got us to talk to.”

That one caused him to tear up. Like it was clawing at his chest. His breathe came out in stutters. Hiro blinked past the water in his eyes, how it tickled his cheeks and wetted his eyelashes. How it bubbled up in his throat as a barely strangled sob. He went on to Wasabi’s messages. Kind ones. About spaces and time. Hugs and coping. Hiro laughed when Wasabi had said he could throw things through his laser induced plasma. “Maybe cutting things up inti thin little pieces will make you feel better. The apple was pretty cool” the man even went as far as to recommend a therapist, at least an online one he could message, to help him through this.

Hiro blinked and looked around his room. Empty. Silence aside from his crying. Cass was downstairs giving him his space. But he really just wanted a hug. Hiro glanced at his phone and then turned to watch as his hand almost uncontrollably fished around in his pocket. The decision ti do so, not within his memory. Tadashi’s chip. Green and gold. Tiny wires and circuit boards. And the little smile face with the stethoscope. Baymax.

Hiro wanted a hug. From Cass would be nice. Baymax would be awesome. But that marshmallow doctor robot wasn’t with Hiro to hug him and pat his head saying “There there”. But most of all, Hiro just wanted Tadashi. Not just to see him in dreams or night mares or memories. As an angel or a ghost. Even as some sort of weird hallucination. Hiro at this point doesn’t care how real any of it is. But he knows he doesn’t wanna wake up from it, and barely remember a thing.

Hiro blames himself. For Tadashi’s death. Maybes two weeks earlier, Tadashi had been trying to keep Hiro out of the bot fights. Hiro had gotten locked up in jail for a night and Cass had gotten him and Tadashi, poor Tadashi had been roped into Hiro’s mess, in the late hours of the evening. Cass had told them off and Tadashi had done his job as the older brother and gave him some wise words. Hiro had tried to go to another bot fight. His third that night. Tadashi had tried, to get a point into his little brother’s brain. Hiro wasn’t listening. And he fell for Tadashi’s trick. Hiro met new people, and he learned of his opportunities. But if he never did bot fighting. If he never made his product based off of megabot. If he never made those stupid microbots. A way for the villain to survive the fire. Tadashi went to save the bad guy. Like he always did. But he clearly never knew that Hiro was also among the villains. Clearly. Or Hiro would never would have added fire to the fight. Why did he have to get so angry?

Why hadn’t he thought to put up more fight with Fred? Hiro basically turned the blonde into an alien-dragon. A flame thrower. And Hiro’s blood felt like it was boiling. Self pity bubbling through hiss veins. As he sit in his bed, disgusted with himself, teeth clenched and hot tears running down his face. Hiro was sick of himself.

But he can’t be mad at Fred. He’d been selfish and angry. Blind. Crazy. So sure that somehow, taking down Callaghan would bring back Tadashi. Hiro had been running on an adrenaline high when he made the hero suits. Hiro had been made that Tadashi was gone. That his brother was trying to be the hero. Tadashi was a good guy. But for some reason in all of his selfish anger, Hiro never saw the red of the flames that caused Tadashi’s demise in the first place. Hiro blames himself. He never should have made Fred a superhero flamethrower. But Hiro was now scared of the flames.

Hiro can’t blame Fred. Or really himself at this point. Hiro has the rights to be upset. Maybe even upset with himself. But it won’t fix anything. Or change the past. letting his emotions bottle up and over flow worked so well last time. His blood ran hot. And then cold. Like his own body temperature was fighting with him. It sucked. He could cry. And scream. And sob. And nothing would happen anyways. Being upset wasn’t the answer. The fire didn’t really take Tadashi away. Hiro had just given up on the fact that he was still there. He knows there will always be living parts of Tadashi. Nothing would do much good. But Hiro could try to do better. So he went ahead and messaged Fred back.

“We have to talk”

It was a short and simple message. Hiro saw that Fred had read it. Fred would surely tell the others. That’s okay. He was ready. This would be his confession.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Quote: What Fire does not destroy, it hardens -Oscar Wild •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Authors note: Hey guys. As I said earlier, I understand that I was late when I decided “Hey, I wanna write BH6 FanFiction!” And as always it was made into an angst. I hope to post every Thursday, my time, and I hope you will enjoy these future chapters. As of now, I have over 100 summaries of chapters and ideas. This, in the beginning, was what I hoped to be a shorter book, maybe 60 chapters at most. But it’s easy to see this will likely end up with double. So I hope you can bare with me for as long as this book takes.

Many thanks. Feel free to leave suggestions here:

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Word count(including basically everything above): 1711 Hope you liked the chapter Microbots (it’s a nickname) see y’a next chapter! Post date/quotev: Thursday September • 21st • 2023

#big hero 6 #angst #sads #tadashi hamada #hiro hamada #big hero six characters #1shot

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dooptown · 1 year

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they are on some sort of sliding scale i think

#oneshot #chowder #1shot

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fatboy-kustom-design · 1 year

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初トライ✨ gold leaf & silver leaf🖌金箔✨銀箔✨ #1shot #paint #1shotpaint #mackbrush #pinstripe #lettering #sign #signpaint #windowsign #painting #stokepaint #monster #art #glasssign #glassgilding #goldleaf #practice #ピンストライプ #レタリング #手描き #ショップサイン #ガラスサイン #ウィンドウサイン #看板 #モンスター #アート #野田市 #アキオーズ #fatboykustomdesign #fabby https://www.instagram.com/p/Cqad1EvvivN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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roctownlive · 1 year

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Regram from • @fly_by_video Sky was on fire tonight 🔥🌇 . . Legacy Tower lights never disappoint 💡🧡 . . #roctopshots #rochesterny #roc #visitrochester #visitroc #thisisroc #legacytower #river #bridge #city #urban #explore #explorepage #exploreroc #fyp #foryou #drone #dronephotography #djimini3pro #1shot #nostack #lightroom #hdr #photography #photooftheday (at Rochester, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkcLMOEuiQW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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trissmegisto · 2 years

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Takin' a walk ✨

#photography #1shot #loveart #love #90s #grunge #psicodelia #mirror #music #spotify #art #youtube #Flowers

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ashleyfairbourne · 2 years

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Finished this window for Anchor Tattoo in SLC, UT about a month ago! First time doing large scale water gilding ⭐️

#goldleaf #gilding #illustrator #illustration #signpainting #1shot #enamelart

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rutseneagle · 2 years

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“I pray that from his glorious, unlimited resources he will empower you with inner strength through his Spirit.” ‭‭Ephesians‬ ‭3:16‬ ‭NLT‬‬ - #dangerousbutgood ___________________________ @recom_actual @511tactical @hecklerandkoch @holosun @midwestindustries @howardleightshootingsports @oneshotindustries ___________________________ #triggerheads #2a #christian #lifestyle #gear #photographer #rutseneagle #recomactual #gunlifemedia #511tactical #hecklerandkoch #1shot #holosun (at Thank You God) https://www.instagram.com/p/CevzU-yLWaA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#dangerousbutgood #triggerheads #2a #christian #lifestyle #gear #photographer #rutseneagle #recomactual #gunlifemedia #511tactical #hecklerandkoch #1shot #holosun

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lnf3stissumam · 5 months

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random hc but i like to imagine that after witnessing his death in s3 sometimes at night Diego will go to Klaus and check his pulse while he's sleeping to make sure he's still there

#ive wanted to write a little whump 1shot abt this but ive had no motivation #ughh #the umbrella academy #tua #klaus hargreeves

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old-slappy · 7 months

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when ur just a little guy but ur gf is 6'7

#astarion #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate oc #myart #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate fanart #baldur's gate iii #persephone in bg3 is an unstoppable force #she 1shots most things #big lady with big sword tho so who would have thought otherwise

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abbatoirablaze · 4 months

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Welcome To The Dollhouse, Pining After The New Girl

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: some language

“You know…you can talk to the girls,” Reverend Teagartin chuckled as he clapped the sheriff on the back, “they ain’t gonna bite ya…at least, not unless you ask them to, Lee.”

“Fuck off, Teagartin.”

The good reverend chuckled, slapping the ass of one of the girls walking by. She giggled and looked back, but surprise and a little bit of sadness coated her features when he didn’t come chasing after her. She continued on and he gave the woman a wistful look before turning back to Lee, “what fun would that be now, Lee? Got our choice of girls. Prime real ass-tate right there…and what service would I be doing to that if I just fucked off? Can’t help you get your dick wet if I just let you sit here in the corner. Come on, my treat.”

“Well, you leaving me the hell alone would give me some good, happy feelings in a place where I’m supposed to be relaxed.” Lee grumbled, “you ain’t buyin’ me shit, Teagartin. Last thing I need is you thinking I owe you one.”

“You’re in a piss poor mood for someone who’s allowed his pick of the litter!”

“Fuck off…I’m trying to relax!”

“You ain’t supposed to be relaxed, Bodecker,” he chuckled, “you’re supposed to be full of energy. Fuckin’ these little sluts til the cow comes home. Then…then you can relax when you blow your load down the back of their throat.”

“Awful mouth for a reverend.”

“Reverend’s just my day job, Bodecker…we both know that.” He smirked as he watched another one of the girls passing by, “you gonna find yourself a girl, or am I going to have to play the role of pimp too and get you one, draggin em all over, one by one until you finally say yes?”

“You’re a prick, you know that?” Lee grumbled as he took another dreg from his bottle, “if you’re going to harass me while I’m here, do me a favor and grab me another bottle, yeah?”

“You’re on your own with that one,” he smirked, tapping the table, “think I’ve found the one I’m fucking good tonight.”

“Hey…thought you said you’re covering me for the night.”

“For the pussy,” he chuckled, “get your own fucking drinks!”

“Asshole!”

“On that note…you have yourself a good night, sheriff…that girl’s givin’ me the eyes…and I’m going to go make her praise the lord while I fuck her over every surface of her room!”

With another heavy hit to the table, the reverend was off, going after one of his regular girls. Lee shook his head, still partially in disbelief that Teagartin had been the one to bring him to the dollhouse originally.

“Ass…”

“Need another, sir?”

Lee barely heard the sweet little thing as she took his mostly empty, warm bottle. He wanted to be angry over how she was taking a drink that wasn’t even gone yet, but when he looked at her sweet face, he felt himself all but melting as he pointed up to it. He sat up a little straighter and tipped his hat at her, “while I wanna thank you kindly, I wasn’t done with that one, sweet pea.”

She giggled.

Giggled at how he was gesturing to the luke-warm beer.

“Nothing good about a stale, warm beer. Let me grab ya another one.” She offered, batting her lashes at him, “no harm in that, is there? Won’t even charge ya!”

Lee couldn’t help but smile at her as she gestured towards the beer once more. This time he found himself nodding along, “Yeah…sure. Okay…”

He watched as she picked up the bottle, turned, and started to the bar, discarding the beer behind it and picking up a new one from the cooler. Her lithe, nimble fingers opened it, and soon enough she was back on her way to him.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of longing for the girl that he hadn’t recognized. She gave him another gentle smile as she placed the beer down in front of him, “need anything else, sir?”

“You new here?” A blush rose to her cheeks, and Lee suddenly felt too blunt, “I-I mean…I haven’t seen ya, is all. And usually most of the girls stay away from me…”

“Don’t know why,” she giggled sweetly, “handsome man like yourself…thought you’d be beating the girls away with a stick.”

He felt his own blush heating up his face now, “You’re awful kind, sweet pea…”

“Guess that’s what I get for being new,” she offered, letting the man know that she was indeed new and not some girl who lost her sponsorship, “still need to learn the ropes…the girls stay away from you for a reason? You belong to someone important? Sponsor a girl already?”

“I’m free as a bird, sweet pea. Nothing tying me down. But you know, I could show you them ropes if you wanted,” he offered kindly. He spread his legs and patted his lap, “c’mon…have a seat…I can tell ya all the rules of this place while I sip on my beer.”

She smiled and took a few steps towards him before sitting gently on his lap so that she was across it. He chuckled and shifted her so that she was seated on his lap and his arms were wrapped loosely around her, “sweet pea, look at me. I’m a sturdy man. Ya don’t gotta be gentle with me, darling…I ain’t gonna break.”

“I-I’ve never done this…” she admitted bashfully, looking up at him through thick lashes.

Lee smiled a little bit more then, “you never done this? Like sat on a man’s lap or-“

“Any of it.” She sighed, with a shake of her head, “I-I don’t know…”

“Does this make you uncomfortable, sweet pea?”

She shook her head once more, “no…I-this-it feels exhilarating if I’m being honest. Sitting on your lap…you being all sweet to me. I just…”

“You what?” Lee asked, after a moment.

“Just…no one’s been this nice to me like this, is all,” she shrugged, “grew up with five brohers….so a man’s never really paid me this kind of attention.”

“You poor little touch-starved thing,” Lee sighed, his arms wrapping a little more protectively around the innocent young woman, “I think we should fix that, hmm?”

She giggled, yet again, and Lee found the smile on his face unable to quit.

“You’re awfully sweet, sir…”

Call me Lee, sweet pea…” the sheriff smiled as his hand caressed her bare thigh and stopped at the curve of her ass. He gave it a little squeeze and she giggled again, “stick with me and I’ll take real good care of ya.”

“Okay Lee!” she smiled softly, “so long as you show me them ropes you were talking about.”

“Sweet pea, I’ll show you everything…don’t you worry your pretty little head about nothing.”

#welcome to the dollhouse #1shot #lee bodecker #the devil all the time #sebastian stan character #reverend teagartin

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ditzydisaster13 · 10 months

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I very clearly don’t post on here, but i feel like posting one of my writings because why not. if anyone likes my art o my writing please let me know and go ahead and follow me on wattpad @Starjade13

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Sleeping bags. Everywhere. Purple. Black. Red. Green. And Blue. Makeup; Lipstick. Eyeshadow. Eyeliner galore. Blush. Hair ties and combs. Curlers and straighteners. Bags of chips and cans of soda. There wasn’t a trash bag in sight. And this room; was a disaster.

Denki woke up to the mess of Mina's room. Her pale pink floof peaking over the top of her Purple sleeping bag. Bakugou was settled in an Oliver green one; rolled half on top of Sero who was dead asleep in a black sleeping bag. He had somehow managed to get the entirety of his legs underneath Mina’s bed.

Kirishima was in his signature red sleeping bag with hair and pajamas visible to match. He wasn’t far away from where Denki rubbed the sleep out of his eyes from his Blue sleeping bag. They were next to the door; Denki’s bag with his clothes and hygiene essentials against the wall.

Denki searched the aforementioned age for two large rubber bands. It was still too early to change out of his pajamas. But it wasn’t too early to start cleaning up his objects. He rolled up his sleeping bag and bound his pillow to it with the two rubber bands. Next he grabbed his toothbrush out of his bag and went Into Mina’s attached restroom.

He quickly brushed his teeth and dryer his face off. Deciding to use a small amount of lotion for his face: thankful he refused to let Mina put any makeup on him. He returned to her dorm room and settled all of his stuff in his bag, he checked his phone next. The device had been charging since the Sun first started to rise.

Denki fell asleep late; or early morning depending on what you consider about 6am to be upon a sleep schedule. He grabbed at his phone. Tugging it away from the cord and very satisfyingly the cord itself detached when he pulled away his phone. He checked the time.

His blonde hair fell over his eyes, blocking his view. But it was 10am. It wouldn’t seem like a big deal to most people. But Denki was running on less than 4 hours asleep and everyone else was still dead to the world. Denki should have known what was going to happen when Mina’s phone buzzed.

The pink girl stirred in her sleeping back and sat up. She rubbed at her eyes for a moment and yawned deeply. She was beautiful. It was weird. How does someone wake up naturally and gracefully. She stretched her arms over her head and spoke softly with a deeper tone.

“Morning Kaminari-“ and she yawned again. Then reached down for her phone.

“Morning Mina. Who is it?”

“Hmm, it’s from the girls group chat. Let’s see,” she began and tapped into the group chats messages.

Suddenly she squealed. “Oooo!”

“What is it?” Denki asked suddenly on the edge. He wasn’t sure wether to be excited or worried.

“Help me wake everyone up first! Let’s go let’s go!” Mina urged shouting.

If the other weren’t awake before then they were surely not fully asleep any longer. Denki and Mina worked together to wake up the other three boys. It didn’t take long to wake everyone up. Bakugou woke up first; confused and angry. And his screams woke up the others. And soon after

“What’s going on Mina?” Kirishima asked once he had calmed Bakugou down enough.

She squealed again and held up her phone viewing the messages from the group chat.

“ Sato is making pancakes for breakfast. And it’s been like forever since it last happened! Tsu told me. So let’s all get-“ she never got to finish her sentence as the newly woken up boys all began to run for the stairs. Too impatient to wait for the elevator.

Denki followed them all as quickly as possible. Overtaking Kirishima by accident when they reached the final staircase. The five of them raced down. As quietly as possible because half of the class was still asleep. Who knew if their sleep schedules were as bad as Denki’s. He for sure didn’t.

If they were, he felt bad; but again, he had no idea. He never left his room until 8am. That was the earliest he decided to let the world know he was awake. And the earliest he had ever gone to sleep in his life; (that he remembers-> but he asked and his parents said that as a baby till about 5 years old he wouldn’t even settle down until 10.) was Midnight.

So if anyone was like him; ADHD, a stupid quirk, a poor sleep schedule, the need to take very quick naps just to function. Denki resumed his focus on the stairs only to be shoved out of the way (on accident) by a very excited and clearly hungry, as told by how his eyes lit up at the thought of food and how he licked his lips, Kirishima Eijirou.

In the rush and blur of his friends, plus the force of the push; Denki was pretty much thrown backwards. Everyone was practically in the kitchen by now. But Denki was in the wall. He rammed into it. His side hit the banister but a bruised rib was the least I’d his worried. Because he was halfway off of one of the steps, he tried to right himself up, bent his foot wrong, and slipped down the rest of the stairs.

By now half of the class was in the kitchen or upstairs. You either got warm buttery pancakes with syrup; or an extra few minutes of sleep. But his ankle; definitely broken. Not just sprained or twisted or even bruised. It was downright broken and he could feel it in the way he tried to wiggle his toes.

Denki activated his quirk, hoping if he would massage his ankle a little bit with the heat I’d his quirk it would help with the pain a bit. Cold would in fact have not helped and Denki knew enough about his quirk and his body that when he tried. It helped a little bit. So as carefully as possible he tugged up his pajama-pants leg and pressed his thumbs into his ankle.

He nearly screamed at the first contact. It was pure pain and agony. He didn’t want to blame his excited friends, but he also didn't want to have to wait until somebody found him. So activating his quirk and massaging the skin and muscles around his ankle reduces the pain by a small amount. Not nearly enough gas he had hoped; but brought that he could stand up for a moment and get an inch or so closer towards the front door of the dormitory.

Which was exactly how Midoriya found him. Massaging his clearly broken ankle with his quirk, and then standing up really fast (making himself dizzy in the process) taking a few wobbly hops on one foot before going back down with his left leg in the air to protect his ankle.

“Hey-“ Denki said sheepishly.

“Hey,” came Izuku’s reply.

“What’s up?” Denki asked as he continued to Jan his thumbs into the swelling skin around his ankle.

“Nothing much. How’s your ankle?”

“Right to the point as always.” Denki chuckled.

Midoriya looked anything but amused. Slight angler flamed up in his eyes but a deep concern continued to pool in those orbs and each wave of it crashed against the fire of anger.

“Are you okay?” Denki asked, confused at what he saw when he looked into Midoriya’s eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine. But what about you? Why are you asking about me?”

“You’re clearly upset by something,” the blonde brought his hand away from his shin, using his newly free hand to tuck a strand of hair away from his face while his other hand kept his pajama bottoms up.

“Well I’m worried for you. But I’m also angry at whoever pushed you down the stairs. I see the bruise on your elbow, I saw the whole in the wall. Your ankle is very obviously twisted at the least. You wouldn't have let yourself fall like that. And if you tripped you would t be all the way down here,”

Denki looked up the row of stairs. The hole in the wall from his elbow wasn’t really deep; it was much more of a dent, and at the top of the staircase. Midoriya was right. If he [Denki] had only slipped he would still be at least 5 stairs up and not grounding in quiet pain on the ground. He placed his hand back over his ankle; activating his quirk once again hoping to relieve some of the pain and he decided to look back down and meet Izuku’s eyes.

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“It’s just broken. I think.”

“You think?!” Midoriya cried incredulously.

“Hahah- yeah um. It’s broken, for sure. But I mean I would be surprised if Recovery Girl couldn’t fix it.

“She’ll be able to fix it mostly, kiss it better and all that.”

“Mostly?”

“Well it’s not like it’s just magic. Her quirk tires her out as much as it tires us out. Unfortunately the more often she uses her quirk in you little by little it works less. It never stops working. (HC) But you’ll have a lot of the healing to do on your own. You’ll probably need some sort of splint for a few days or so then just use a cane. It sounds embarrassing but healing arms is much easier than healing legs. Trust me.”

“So what do I do then?!” Denki sulked for a moment, throwing his body into the stairs behind him hissing when his side came in contact with one of the corners.

“Get up.”

“What?! It’s not like I can do that very well. I can’t really walk. How will we even get to UA? Recovery Girls office?!“ Denki paused as Midoriya grabbed his arms.

“Will I have to carry you? Or will you be alright with some assisted walking?” Midoriya practically hissed. Denki was being a little ridiculous. ( Midoriya isn’t mad he’s more of a panic worried older brother thing rn)

“I give up!” Denki groaned, shoving his face into his hands. He knew Midoriya was still watching and waiting for him to do something. So with an awkward blush Denki reached out both of his arms so that the greenette could help him up.

It wasn’t long until the two of them were outside making their way towards one of the side entrances to UA. Midoriya walked on the left side of Denki so while the blondes left leg was skipping a bit above the ground (like a shaky hover)

“So who was it?” Midoriya asked, trying to be polite.

“Huh?” Denki had spaced out, focusing on the pulse he could feel spiking up from his leg. It was a soft throbbing, more annoying than painful at this point. His ankle was swollen and bruised; blue and yellow and purple. It honestly looked like a five year old drew on his shin with as many markers as they could find. The coloration made him almost dizzy. But he had to pay attention to Midoriya now.

“Who pushed you.”

“It was an accident.”

“Who?”

“He was just excited for breakfast. He ran a ast me and just-“

“Denki, no. I don’t care if they didn’t mean it or if they were hungry. Who is it? Why on earth are you protecting them?”

“I’m not-“

“Do you like them or something?”

“No i dont. I don’t like him like that.”

“So just tell me who it is! You don’t have ti stand up for them.”

“I can’t even stand-“

“That’s not the point! Who is it Denki?!”

Midoriya was fed up at this point. Whoever Denki was protecting didn’t need to be hidden. He would much rather find out who it is so he [Izuku] could force the loser to apologize.

“Was it Kacchan?”

“No-“ Denki mumbled, an audible swallow followed soon after.

“So I’m close then?”

“Maybe-“

“Was is-“

“Just stop. It was one of my friends. I forgive him, okay.”

“It was Kirishima, wasn’t it?”

“How did you-“

“I think the whole class would be shocked he would do that. I think I get why you’re trying to defend him. But I just wanna call him and get him to apologize to you. Okay?”

“Maybe?” Denki’s voice rose in pitch with his question.

“I bet he’ll bring you pancakes. You know how sorry he’s gonna be.”

“Yeah. That’s kinda the reason I wasn’t gonna tell you. He doesn’t need that guilt on him. It’s just a broken ankle-“

“Shhhh.”

“Why are you shushing me?!”

“Look, Kaminari. We’re nearly at Recovery Girl’s office. You’re gonna get settled down on a bed; I’ll flag RG down to take care of your ankle. And I’ll call Kirishima and get him to bring you some pancakes. Okay?”

Denki sighed. He looked down at his ankle. At the shape, the swelling. At the coloration. But he focused most on the numbing pain.

“Midoriya?”

“Yes Kaminari?”

“Give it a Rest.”

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