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imaslutforcuddles · 1 year

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DUMB DUMB

EDDIE MUNSON X FEM!READER

Summary: Your a cheerleader at Hawkins high, Jason trusts you exclusively. Well mainly because your his childhood bestfriend. Yet there is something that no one In the squads know. Your a fantasy lover, and hellfire Is the best fucking thing you’ve ever joined. After being tired of Jason’s bullshit, you decide to mess everything up between the two of you. Best thing yet, he never even saw it coming.

Warnings: Swearing, substance use, smoking, angst (jason), bullying, fighting, loss of virginity, SMUT, p in v, oral (f receiving), squirting, unsafe sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), little bit of Dom Eddie :), praise, subby reader, good girl and shit like that, a lot of orgasming lmfao, overstimulation, Eddie is big.

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: OMFG ITS FINALLY DONE. BTW people HAVE SEX IN THIS SO MINORS BE AWARE!!!!!! I’m not in-charge of your media consumption so i can’t make you click off. I WILL BLOCK YOU THOUGH- The title is a song that i found from a movie called Do Revenge (maya hawke acts in it). I fucking love It, def recommend. HERE Is the Spotify official playlist for it, also recommend listening to while reading this. A smut fic bc eddie deserves some pussy.

You reach into your bag grabbing a twenty, “Is it going to be more expensive because I’m friends with Carver?” Eddie chuckles grabbing the cash and hands you a bag of pre-rolls, “Nah, you get a member discount.” You pause looking down, “Well damn.” Eddie raises his brows, “I guess i can’t leave hellfire then.” The both of you start laughing uncontrollably.

You wipe a stray tear off your face while you both get up from the bench you were sitting on. Sighing, Eddie comes closer to you, “Why are you even friends with him?”

“Because I’m going to make him hurt, like he hurt you.”

Eddie widened his eyes and huffed, “Jesus. h. christ.” He cleared his throat and looked away, trying to hide the growing blush on his cheeks. Smiling, you grabbed your bag. “Hey Eds i think we should head back, I don’t want to miss out of the worst fucking school lunch i’ve ever eaten in my life (we can all agree school lunches are vile).” He frowned, but then grinned not wanting to seem too vulnerable.

“Yep.”

Eddie picked through his lunch as always, head in his hand.

“Hey Eddie are you okay?” Dustin frowned as Eddie raised his head and grinned. “I’m just fine Henderson.” Mike and Lucas looked at each-other sharing a knowing look, “Are you sure Eddie because you kinda look like shit,” Dustin continued. Eddie glared at him, “What did you just say?” Dustin widened his eyes and looked away gulping, “I j-just mean you look a bit tired that’s all!” Eddie shook his head scoffing, “Yeah okay Henderson.”

He looked around and caught your eyes. You winked and smiled at him as he looked away embarrassed.

“Hey peach who are you looking at?” You winced at the cringe pet name and your grin became a thin line as you realized who had started talking to you, “No one Carver.” He stared down at you for a minute waiting for a different answer before it turned into a glare, “I fucking saw you wink at him.” He huffed. You kissed your teeth and sighed, “Who are you talking about jason?”

He scoffed, “You fucking know who the fuck I’m talking about Y/n.” Rolling your eyes you turned to meet his, “I actually don’t Jason that’s why I asked.” He tensed up realising you weren’t going to confess. “You were looking at the fucking freak!” He whisper-shouted. Pressing a hand to your temple you sighed, “He’s not a freak Jason.”

“Oh-ho yes the fuck he is! Why are you defending him?” He fought. “You know what jason?” Pausing you huffed out air you didn’t know you had held in. “The only freak here is you.” You looked everywhere but at his face as he frowned.

As you started to walk off, you turned your head hearing one word fall out of his mouth, “Whore.” You widened your eyes and shook your head. “NOW I KNOW YOU DID NOT JUST FUCKING CALL ME A WHORE JASON CARVER!” If looks could kill, he would be dead on the cold and dirty cafetera floor. His tense figure softened a bit as he started to cower at all the eyes laid on the two of you, “I’m sorry Y/n.” Scoffing at his lame apology you waved your hand and walked off, “Yeah you fucking should be. God you disgust me.”

Being in that school was so suffocating that the second you walked out your breath returned to your body, and you could finally breathe.

You dropped your head and closed your eyes. How could he have called you that? He was far from the truth, you were a virgin. You normally don’t take any sort of offense to being called slutty or anything like that, but Jason wasn’t the type you would pin for slut shaming. Or so you thought. And you couldn’t stop the naging words in the back of your mind.

Jason Carver isn’t a good person. He deserves to pay.

“The hooded cultists chant, hail Lord Vecna.” You scoff and look over at mike. ‘tf is this dumbass saying?’ You mouth, mike grins at your comment and shakes his head with you. “Hail Lord Vecna. They turn to you,” His eyes jolt to you and you freeze, ‘God damnit i can’t fucking die first again, Hegla is too precious to me.’ You cry to yourself. “Remove their hoods, you recognise most of them from makbar. There is one you do not recognise, his skin shriveled,” He turns his focus onto jeff and your breath steadys a little as Erica gulps next to you. “Desiccated, and something else. He is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!”

Your face drops and you look to your right, “WHAT!” you shout with dustin. You have already lost so much to Vecna, and you thought he was killed by kas!

You lift your hands up to your face and start fake crying. though you believe you might actually start to cry, “Venca is DEAD.” “He was killed by kas!” Mike agrees. You rub your temple in defeat, “So it was thought my friends, so it was thought. BUT VECNA LIVES.”

You gasp again and drop your body weight into your chair, “We’re fuckin dead, doomed, through. Pack it up people!”

Eddie chuckles and continues on while others groan and huff.

“You are scared, your tired, you are injured. Do you flee Venca and his cultists?” You grip your chair fuming and hopped up on caffeine and adrenaline, “Or do you stay and fight.”

You all sit in silence for a while, even Eddie gets impatient. “Come on,”

You think deeply about the consequence of running away, ‘you’d be a coward. but, you’d live.’

Dustin holds his hand up, debating a wise choice. “I say we fight;” You look over at him and nod a little, “To the death.” You nod and smile throwing down your pencil, “To the death!” Mike and Erica agree and soon everyone has joined in chanting. Eddie starts laughing and lays back in his throne as you all slam your hands on the table shouting, Dustin leans back while yelling “TO THE DEATH!”

Erica rolls her D8 and D10 while you all lean closer in anticipation; soon your all shout “YES!” and grinning at the roll.

Mike rolls his D20 and you all hiss and yell in agony when he fails.

Jeff’s turn ends up with Eddie smacking his character off the board.

Win to loss to loss again and again, and again as Eddie laughs maniacally at you all.

A timeout is called and as you huddle up gareth says, “Guys i hate to say this but we have got to flee.” Jeff nods and another says, “I concur.” (His name isn’t specified anywhere he literally is just called ‘freak’)

Erica shakes her head, “Didn’t we literally just say ‘to the death’?” “That wasn’t literal!”

Jeff continues, “Vecna just decimated us, we can’t kill him with three players!” (we’re going to pretend your precious Helga survived) Dustin scoffs, “You too?! He only has 15hp left, don’t be pussies-!” Gareth makes a face, “Pussies, Really? Cause were not delusional?” He whisper yells. You slap a hand to your face to try and stop a laugh, “Gareth i swear to god-” “Delusional? How about not cowards.”

“Hey.” Eddie shouts, “If i may interject gentlemen, ‘Lady applejack/Knight Hegla’. whilst i respect the passion, you’d be wise to take Gareth the greats concern to heart. There is no shame in running.. Don’t try to be heros, not today. Kay?” His grin widens. You look from Erica to Dustin as he raises a finger, “One second.” Back to your huddle, “What do you think mike?” “How many hp do you guys have left?” He asks, “Twelve.” You three say in unison, “It’s risky as hell, but your the ones on the battlefield. So it’s your call.” You try not to smile as Gareth's face contorts the hole time mike talks.

Dustin inhails, “What do you say girls?” Erica looks from you to Dustin, “Do you really gotta ask?” Dustin then looks at you, you smile and raise a brow. “Do you think i look like a bitch to back down from an ass whoopin?” Dustin takes a second, “Screw it.”

“Lets kill this son of a bitch.”

Jeff huffs and you all get closer to the table, “Chances of success are twenty to one!” Dustin points a finger, “Never tell me the odds.”

“Give me the D20.”

Eddie smirks and tosses him the dice.

Your all huddled around the table and Dustin as he rolls, eleven. You groan as Eddie waves his head up and down, “That’s a MISS.” You all hiss as you barely miss, it’s all up to Erica.

All eyes are on Erica as she rolls the D20, Gareth crying, Dustin shouting, You slamming your fist into your palm. Eddie leans closer to the dice, twenty! Your all shouting in victory. Eddie was yipping and jerking, his hands clapping while he smiled in surprise and also he’s just a proud DM.

You decided to stay back with Eddie to help clean the room after the campaign was over and everyone else went home. Eddie came over to you and grinned, “Helga’s still alive ay, you should be proud.” Your mouth hung open and your eyes widened as you punched his arm, “You fucker! It’s not my fault you love to kill us all off like daisies.” It’s true, this is the first campaign you’ve survived. You’ve been in hellfire just over three months.

Eddie chuckled and nudged your shoulder, “I know i’m proud.”

You stopped picking up pieces and dice looking over at Eddie, blushing when you realise just how close he was to you. “You mean it?” He smiled stepping closer, “Of course, Its difficult to survive such..” Eddie started leaning in, to the point you could feel his hot breath against your face, “Difficult campaigns.” Your breath hitched when his lips almost touched, “Eddie?” You felt something warming up in your stomach, “Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

His eyes widened as you put your lips on his. His lips felt so right connected to yours and you felt a moan building up as he deepened the kiss. Eddie groaned into you as you pressed your body up against his, “God your so beautiful,” you smiled, “I bet i’d look prettier naked on top of you.”

He froze, “Are you okay Eds?” “Never been better.”

So here you are in his bed with butterfly sheets that he never bothered to get rid of, naked.

Eddie kissed you on the lips savoring you, “Can i taste you baby? You look so good.” You moaned and nodded, “Please Eddie.”

“Please what? I want to hear you beg.”

You clenched your thighs together, “Please eat my pussy Eddie.” He grinned, “Of course, how could i refuse my good girl? Your going to be my good girl aren’t you?” He looked into your eyes sending shivers down your spine, “Of course Eds!” You nod your head, eager to be touched. He chuckles at your obedience and starts slowly kissing down your body, his touch like fire against your skin. It felt too good to be true. The boy that you’ve liked for years, is going to eat you out? You whined as his lips teased your thighs, he kissed everywhere but where you need the most. “Please Eddie.” He looked up at you from in-between your legs and you melted, this fine-ass man was willing to fuck you. Your whines soon turned into moans as he began to kiss and suck your clit.

You slid your hands into his thick curls and arched your back, “Oh yes! Please!” You almost screamed and he dipped his tongue into your wet cunt, “Fuck Eddie!” He hums into your cunt, “Your pussy is fucking heaven baby.” The flick of his tongue driving you insane and the was his thumb rubs your clit makes you orgasm quicker than you’ve ever cum before. Legs shaking and eyes rolled back you squeal as he continues to eat your cunt like a dessert, “E-Eddie too mu-” He shuts you up with his two fingers sliding into your wet hole.

Moans are the only noise you make, Eddie smiles into your cunt and keeps sucking and kissing your clit. You cry out and start clenching hard on his fingers, “Are you gonna cum for me again baby?” You can only answer with a whine. He laughs at your answer and starts pumping his fingers faster, hitting your sweet-spot every time.

Your second orgasm wasn’t the same as the first, when you snapped a liquid starting spilling out of you in heaps. You hadn’t realised just what made Eddie so surprised and wet. “What?” You whine out, he doesn’t say anything for a solid five seconds and then he pounces on you, attacking your lips. “Please let me fuck you, f-fuck i don’t think my cock could take not fucking your pretty little pussy.” You widen your eyes and nod vigorously which makes Eddie smile, “Your so needy for my cock aren’t you?” You shake your head again, “Say it baby. Be my good girl and say you want my cock inside you.”

“Please put your cock inside my pussy Eddie. Oh please!” He groans at your eagerness to be spread open by him.

He starts to pull his cock out of his boxers and you almost cum on the spot, his dick was HUGE. Like pornstar big, at-least nine inches. His smile becomes wider when he notices your reaction, “Is it too big for you baby?” You frown and shake your head no, “N-no way! I can take it.”

“Good.”

Eddie rubs his tip on your clit and you squirm a little, but Eddie grabs your hips. “Be a good girl and stay still.”

When Eddie first pushes into you it burns, you hiss and he pulls you into him rubbing your back. “Are you okay baby?” He looks into your eyes trying to search for something, “I’m okay Eddie, just keep going. Don’t stop.” After the first couple thrusts it becomes completely crumbing, you feel like you could melt away into nothing. The way the Eddie whispers, “Taking my cock like such a good girl.”

He spreads your legs open wider and you moan loud into his ear, “Oh such a good girl, keep moaning. Let me know just how good i’m making you feel.”

You start getting closer with every thrust into your sopping cunt, and he can feel it. He starts to pound you faster and you scream, “That’s it, cum for me.” You shake and squirt all over his chest and dick, he groans and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Can i cum inside you baby?”

You bite your lip and nod, “Please give me your cum, i need it!”

He cums with a loud grunt and lays beside you, “I think i might love you.”

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lomltrentarnold · 9 months

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my number one — trent alexander-arnold ₊˚ෆ

summary : the boys tried to surprise y/n with her celebrity crush but it didn't go as planned.

warnings : long fic kind of, half written, half smau, fem!reader, yeah just ignore anything that doesn't make sense okay babes <3 awkwardness, um yeah <3

🍓hana’s notes : okay!!!! it’s finally done!!!! im very happy how this turned out <3 let me know what you think and if you want something like this more cause i really enjoyed making it :))))) | MAIN MASTERLIST

( BETA SQUAD : GUESS THE FOOTBALLER FT TRENT ALEXANDER-ARNOLD )

“Turn right.”

You followed the directions of your phone and turned right into a street. A small box of cupcakes were sat at the passenger seat of your car as it filled the car with its vanilla scent.

Sharky texted you and said to come by at 12 but you felt nice all of a sudden and decided to come by early with the homemade cupcakes accompany you.

The boys didn't give you much information as to what they were doing today, they only said they were filming another Guess The Professional Footballer and that was it. You didn't think about it too much though because whatever the boys are planning its always going to come out a banger.

You arrived at the driveway of the building that they said they would be filming, you parked your car and took your bag — not forgetting the cupcakes too of course.

You opened your phone to look back at the text that Sharky has sent you about how to get in and where to go.

to sharky 🦈🤳

Y/N 💌

sharks, i just arrived at the place 🫣

sharky 🦈🤳

YOU'RE WHAT?!???

Y/N 💌

im at the location u sent 🤨

why you seem surprised???

sharky 🦈🤳

I told you to come at 12

And now its only 9

Y/N 💌

i got bored and wanted to see you lot

and i bought cupcakes <3

sharky 🦈🤳

HOLD UP

CUPCAKES??

YOUR CUPCAKES??

Yeah okay hold on I'll come and get you

Y/N 💌

nah its fine i can get there just wanted to explore for a bit

• • •

You put your phone in your pocket and walked to through the doors. Following Sharky's direction to their spot, you took your time glancing at the venue. It was an open space that leads to multiple football courts, some more bigger than the others and you were hoping the boys got a big venue for the Guess The Footballer video.

When you came close to the set you see a glimpse of someone you recognised and let out a breath of relief, "George!" you yelled out.

George turned his head at the voice and grinned, but for some reason it completely dropped. Now, you're confused. Why is everyone acting weird?

When you got to him you, you gave him a side hug as your other hand held the cupcakes. "Hey." you smiled. "Where are the others?"

George ever the sweetheart took the tray of cupcakes from your hand when he sees you struggling to hold it and answered, "They're getting mic'd up. I think we should wait before going in."

That made you furrow your eyebrows because you always sneak into their recording sessions without a problem but you understood either way.

You nodded your head, "Oh okay, let me put the cupcakes at the food table. Where is it by the way?"

George pointed the way, "Just around the corner. But before you leave—" before you could take back the tray, he sneakily (not really) took one of the sweets, "Thanks, Y/N. You're the absolute best!" he gave you a smile which make you chuckle.

You exchanged smiles with some of the camera and production crew, some were new and some aren't as you introduced yourself to them.

When you were at the table, your phone dinged as Niko's name flashed on the lock screen.

niko 🕶🦒

Y/N where are you?

Y/N 💌

at the snacks table

i'll be with you guys in a few

niko 🕶🦒

Y/N I need you to go to George right now.

Please!!!

Y/N 💌

lmfao why???

you lot are acting so weird today

weirder than normal

niko 🕶🦒

Please!!! It's important!!

Y/N 💌

OKAY OKAY RELAX

i’m going rn 🙄

• • •

You sighed and turned off your phone, not thinking too deep about it but then you suddenly felt someone tap your shoulder.

"Excuse me."

Your head has never turned so fast you think your meck cracked. Cause that voice. That scouse accent. You don't want to be delusional but you know exactly who that sounds like.

There’s no way.

Absolutely no way.

You quickly blinked. Your eyes must me deceiving you because there is no chance that the Trent Alexander-Arnold is right in front of you right now.

"No way." you breathed out.

"Sorry, what?"

You stare at him, mouth agape, "You're Trent Alexander-Arnold."

"That, I am." he nodded, his famous smirk coming into full motion and you can make out his dimples. Yeah, it’s definitely Trent.

Your mouth opened and close like a fish, "Am I dreaming? Is this a dream? Can you pinch me or something?"

Trent looked at you weirdly, and that only fuelled your embarrassment, before a knowing smile made its way to his face, "You must be Y/N, right? The boys told me a lot about you."

"Trent Alexander-Arnold just said my name. What the fuck?"

A deep chuckled rumbled in his chest, “Language.”

Your whole body was on fire. What is going on.

Trent leaned towards you, “May I?” he said, sending you an awkward smile.

“What?” your whole brain was mush. He was too close.

He gestured to the box of sweets, “The cupcakes.”

“Oh! right. Sorry.” you moved aside, eyes flickering all over the room instead of staring at him. But he’s so pretty and he smells nice and— That would be weird! Staring at someone without saying anything? Creep.

“Y/N!”

Multiple voices screamed your name. You turned your head only to be met with five familiar faces.

When you heard the sounds of footsteps running from behind you, you were more than thankful for the intrusion.

“Oh, hey.” you breathed out, still trying to calm your heart beat down knowing that Trent was hovering beside you.

“Damn it.” Chunkz was the first to say after they regained their breaths.

Niko slapped Sharky’s back, making him wince, “We told you to be in charge of her location!”

Sharky’s mouth gaped open, “I was! She suddenly decided to come early!”

“Damn.”

You looked at the boys weirdly, “What’s going on?” taking a few steps towards them, “And why didn’t you tell me your professional footballer was Trent?!” you harshly whispered. There was no need tho, Trent heard everything.

Kenny stepped beside you, “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Surprise!” AJ cheerly exclaimed.

Shaking your head, you sent the boys a small smile, “Thank you, guys.”

Trent was silent the whole time this went down, which made you avert your eyes to him. Only to be surprised when his eyes were already on yours.

“Hi.” you softly muttered, hand shyly waving at him.

“Hey.” Trent sent you shy smile as well, your finished cupcake wrapper in his left hand as he extends his right, “Nice to meet you, I’m Trent.”

You introduced yourself, as your hand went to shake his. You could physically melt when his skin touched yours. This doesn’t feel real.

The boys looked back and forth between you both as they send knowing looks to each other when they noticed your lingering eyes and hands and how it was longer than necessary contact. What’s happening? Maybe this wasn’t a fail after all?

“Alright, then.” Niko cleared his throat, “We need to get filming.”

You nodded your head, deciding to walk beside Sharky and AJ.

“So?” AJ asked, looking at you with a questioning look.

“I am freaking out.” you whispered, hands clasping on Sharky’s hoodie.

They both laughed at your ‘trying to keep cool’ reaction.

You build up the courage to glance at Trent. He was talking to Chunkz, his side profile glowing with his dimples showing and you could feel your face became warm, and your sweaty hands where you both touched.

What the fuck is wrong with you. Stop looking. He’s gonna think you’re weird.

Trent turned his head, when he felt someone was looking at him. Your eyes widen when he looked at you, before swiftly looking away. Cute, Trent thought. Very pretty.

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niko You’re welcome @yourusername

⤷ yourusername i dont know who you are

sharky You owe us 😚

⤷ yourusername HELLO?? the surprise was a fail???

⤷ user5 babe you still met him 🤣

chunkz She was fangirling hard guys 😂😂

⤷ yourusername HUSH

kingkennytv I’m just happy I got the cupcakes!!

⤷ yourusername ken you’re an angel i love you

ajshabeel she was a make a wish kid guys!! we were nice enough to give her an opportunity of a lifetime 🫶

⤷ yourusername i actually hate you

user1 OH MY GOD

user2 Trent is soo fineee

user3 HOW DID Y/N REACT?????

user65 Y/N’S COMMENTS GOODBYE

user4 Did Y/N freak out?

⤷ user7 you need to watch the vid!! and stay until the end!

⤷ user8 they showed Y/N at the end

user5 the crossbar part was 😳😳😳

user6 Y/N didn’t post anything yet, is she okay????

user9 LMFAO THE END BIT

⤷ user13 IT WAS SO CUTEEEE

⤷ user10 im confused can someone tell me what this means?

⤷ user11 they asked Y/N to say play the trailer with Trent!!!!

⤷ user12 she was so shy 😭😭😭😭 it was so cute

⤷ user13 omg Y/N being shy???? this i have to watch

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user98 omg i thought i was the only one who noticed!!!!

user76 he was def looking at Y/N which- same Y/N is pretty asf

user09 And the crossbar part 😍😍

⤷ user18 the first thing he looked was AT THAT CAMERA which i am 96% sure Y/N was behind

⤷ user5 bye thats so hotttt

⤷ user16 he was trying to show off 🙄🙄 trying to win our mother over 🙄🙄

user6 Trent is so obvious that you’re in love with Y/N like we are 🤣🤣

user24 Y/N was so shy in the vid PLEASE I HAVE NEVER SEEN HER LIKE THAT

⤷ betasquadfan FR!!!! like babe you’re the baddest bitch around?? but also IT WAS TOO CUTE

⤷ user4 it was weird to see Y/N like that since she’s always so confident but it was also nice to see her smitten 🫶

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trentarnold66 replied to your story.

It was nice meeting you ☺️

Your cupcakes were amazing!

Maybe we could meet again for coffee?

As a date? ☺️

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xenya1111 · 2 years

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Dorm Leaders and the other students reactions to Yuu being a girl

So this idea has been going around a bit here on Tumblr, and needless to say I ended up liking this idea a lot lmao.

So the scenario is Yuu pulls a Mulan when she first got to NRC and she disguises herself to blend in with everyone since it’s an only boys school, but something eventually happens and Yuu’s disguise gets ripped off or it falls off by accident.

Warnings: None, female reader, some foul language used, a lot of the guys develop crushes on you, other than that there’s nothing to worry about :) Also this is my first ever post so I hope you enjoy!

Heartsylabyul:

Riddle Rosehearts:

He’s just in utter shock lmao

He just goes, “What? You’re a girl?? But how are you even allowed here??? Isn’t this an only boys school?”

Cue him trying to go find Crowley 💀

After he finds out that Crowley does not give a single fuck he’s like 🙂 okay 🤷🏼‍♀️

He doesn’t really see a problem if Crowley doesn’t see a problem

May or may not develop a small crush on you, its a very small one but he enjoys your presence.

He’s definitely more respectful towards you afterwards since he knows it must be hard being the only female student among a bunch of boys, not to mention he knows you’ve been through a lot.

He tries not to treat you downright special but he finds himself inviting you to the unbirthday parties and always makes sure you enjoy yourself

Always tells himself he definitely doesn’t have a crush on you, but he doesn’t get why he gets so fidgety around you 👀

Trey Clover:

Oh, so you’re a girl?

Interesting…

Trey probably gives you more sweets if it’s that JOYOUS time of the month 💀

Overall he just likes giving you a lot of sweets, like way more than before cause he knows most girls like sweet stuff

If you don’t like sweet stuff that much then he’ll always make you something else that you enjoy

He’s definitely a simp but he’s very subtle and respectful about it; he never likes to push it too far and he just really finds you interesting

He does however invite you over to bake with him since he likes being around you

He’s definitely like a big brother, ask him anything! If you need help with something, just ask!

Will help you out with a certain idiot duo if you need it

Cater Diamond:

Nothing really changes with him to be completely honest

You’re his friend whether your a boy or a girl, it doesn’t matter

Or that’s what he’d like to say but he eventually develops a crush on you, it’s small but it’s there

He finds himself taking you out to cafes once in a while

Cater often takes pictures with you and posts them on Magicam, girls in his comment section always ask if you’re his girlfriend or not

He never replies 💀

Overall, Cater stays the same with you, he’s more of a sweetheart now that he knows you’re a girl

Deuce Spade:

Cue his face turning bright red 💀

This poor boy lmfao

He’s never known any other girls/ women other than his own mother

May or may not develop a crush on you

Scratch that he definitely does 💀

He creates a #protectYuu squad

Deuce will definitely fight anyone who tries getting close to you in any way *cough* Ace *cough*.

Ace Trappola:

Good luck with this bitch 💀

He definitely becomes more clingy and annoying

He’s a huge ass simp after he finds out and he has no shame whatsoever

Will flirt with you any chance he gets and is pretty smooth until he keeps going and eventually embarrasses himself 😭

But he does respect you though, he knows you’ve been through hell and back just being here, and he joins the #protectYuu squad. You are his friend and he appreciates you, he does like you but he’s also really stubborn in a way, he’d rather die than admit it 💀

Tease 101, will not stop his teasing. You’re gonna need help cause this lil fucker will not let you live it down and he will continue to bug you. I pray for your sanity.

Savanaclaw:

Leona Kingscholar:

He had a feeling you were a girl from the moment y’all first met since your scent was different from the others in the student body.

Once he figures it out he definitely regrets the shit he did to you cause he was a dick to you many many times

He tries making up for it by being nicer in his own way- if you pay attention closely he’s really only nice to a select few, and one of those people is you.

He’s definitely way more respectful towards you from now on since it’s canon that this man drinks his respect women juice by the gallon

He does end up becoming a simp 😭, thing is, Leona doesn’t just outright admit it, he’s a huge tease & the man refuses to believe he has feelings for you at first so good luck with that ^^

He wants to make you fall for him slowly even though this man already has a school girl crush on you

One way this fucker does that is by making you blush in any way possible, y’all truly don’t know what you’re in for I am not kidding 😗

Casually brushes up against you or fixes your hair to make you turn red 💀, maybe whacks you with his tail to be an ass or to get your attention. Or he’ll wrap it around your wrist/waist to comfort you. Sometimes he’ll help you out with anything he sees you struggling with, luckily you have him cause this man is very intelligent to say the least.

Flirts with you all the time now since he knows it flusters you. No but seriously he’s really smooth with his flirting like it’ll leave you in shock from how smooth this mf is-

Thing is, Leona never takes it too far, he does keep it respectful since he doesn’t want to offend you or upset you, and if he does something wrong let him know, he’ll make sure to own up to it.

Once in a while he’ll probably drag you to the botanical garden and nap with you there if he feels like you’re overexerting yourself, heck if you don’t want to he’ll drag you kicking and screaming if he has to

Once you guys are there tho you’ll discover he literally only lets you and only you touch his ears and tail

Please touch his ears and tail this man absolutely loves it but would rather die than admit it

He does put in an effort for you and only you, it might not be noticeable to you but Ruggie & other guys from Savanaclaw have noticed Leona acting strange 😀.

If you two ever get really close he’ll more than likely develop feelings for you since you’re the only one who he’d actually put in an effort for. But this man is stubborn as hell so 🙂 he’ll go from liking you to wondering how the hell he fell for someone like you- seriously good luck. He is one, stubborn man, but underneath all that he’s hella worth it.

Leona does protect you in secret because he sees you like a sheep in a wolves den, he’ll have Ruggie & Jack check up on you once in awhile & sometimes he has them bring you over to watch some spelldrive practice.

He ends up hating Crowley even more when he found out Crowley basically threw you in an only boys school with no protection whatsoever: mans respect for him was already low as is but it went even lower 😗

Ruggie Bucchi:

He also more than likely suspected you were a girl cause your scent differed from the rest of the student body

He probably distances himself at first because he’s terrified of women cause of where he’s from, since male hyenas get treated like shit from the women over there

He also regrets his behavior towards you since he also holds women in high regard

Expect an apology from him sooner or later

Eventually when he sees that Leona literally only puts in an effort with you, Ruggie definitely plays wingman and has you come over to Savanaclaw to make him study 💀

Is definitely relieved he found a loophole, he’s glad that you can make that lazy ass lion actually put in the effort to do anything 😭

He tries to be nicer to you from now on since you’re a girl, if you also ever need help he’s more than willing to aid you, for a price of course

Jack Howl:

This boy is literally such a tsundere, he becomes an even bigger one once he finds out you’re a girl

Develops a crush on you but he respects you a lot since he also really respects women

He does also respect you because he knows it must be pretty hard being the only girl at an only boys school, top it off you’re magicless and you’ve had to deal with overblot incidents left and right

He definitely joins the #protectYuu squad

He definitely becomes more flustered around you lmaoo please don’t tease him cause it’s pretty obvious

Does become protective of you since not only are you his crush but you’re his friend & he cares about you a lot.

Octavinelle:

Azul Ashengrotto:

Literally wonders how tf you even managed to stay disguised for so long

Also wonders why the fuck Crowley even lets you stay at an only boys school but at this point he doesn’t even care lmao

Azul becomes one of the biggest simps you’ll have 💀

At first he was 100% sure you were a boy but now? The cats out of the bag now so

He blushes a lot more around you, he really can’t keep a straight face around you and the twins tease him all the time for it. He TRIES to play it cool but he just really finds you so pretty lmao he can never keep his cool.

Probably tries swindling you into a deal that requires you to be close to him

Or he offers a part time job at the Mostro lounge

He does really respect you though so it’s all good

He’ll give you discounts at the lounge and on special days like your birthday you’ll get to eat for free

He’ll send Jade and Floyd to check up on you here and there

Azul’s honestly just really impressed with you. You’ve managed to put up with overblot incidents left and right without help, top it all off you’re a magicless human. He knows it must be difficult, and he admires your hard work.

Jade Leech:

He probably suspected something from the moment he first laid eyes on you since you had really feminine features and you didn’t look like a boy that much

Once he figured out you’re a human woman he becomes curious about the differences in a human woman’s body since merwomen and human women are different, but doesn’t ask. Jade’s an observant soul so he’ll be able to notice the differences quickly

He honestly just becomes a gentleman, even more than before. He offers to help you with anything and doesn’t ask for anything in return

Doesn’t develop a crush but thinks you’re a very cute human woman

Jade’s probably a little protective now since he sees you like a guppy in a shark tank lmfao

He would probably try and make a deal with you but if you didn’t show interest or you weren’t comfortable he would immediately change the subject and wouldn’t press any further

Does try to bring you over to Mostro lounge more than before since he finds out Azul likes you lmao

Floyd Leech:

He also probably suspected something from the start but wasn’t sure if he was right or not since he’s never seen a human woman before

When Floyd went to hug you one day he felt that your chest was squishier than any other guys not to mention your bone structure was different

When Floyd found out he just went, “Huh..? Shrimpy’s a girl?? No wonder she’s so squishy!!!”

He definitely also develops a crush on you lmao

He still calls you shrimpy though but he honestly just finds you really cute

Doesn’t try to make a deal with you

He just really likes the idea of having his hands on you, not in a weird way of course, he just honestly finds you so squishy and warm

Also probably asks what the human woman anatomy is like since it’s different from merwomen, but he straight up asks about it unlike his brother. Floyd has no filter 💀

Expect him to become more clingy, also expect a lot of hugs anytime he sees you. Floyd also becomes more talkative around you and he does become protective of you too.

Scarabia:

Kalim Al-Asim:

He also doesn’t care lmfao

Boy, Girl, doesn’t matter, he likes you and you’re his friend so who cares

Definitely makes more sleepover parties and parades and invites you to all of them (poor Jamil)

He would probably develop a really small crush on you but with how dense Kalim is he probably wouldn’t even notice 💀

He’ll probably spoil you rotten from now on, be it jewelry or anything you take an interest in it’ll be yours

Like for instance if y’all were at the cafeteria and you somehow weren’t able to get lunch this boy goes and buys a whole ass meal for you

He’s honestly just such a sweetheart to you, he’s also so impressed with how you’ve managed to put up everything, he likes how strong you are.

Jamil Viper:

Jamil’s an intriguing simp to say the least

He does come to respect you, and he finds it impressive with how you’ve managed to put up with and deal with the overblot incidents, which were someone else’s responsibility (Crowleys 🙂)

He becomes a HUGE simp, but he’s surprisingly good at hiding it. You think he wouldn’t be good at hiding it but he is, y’all forget, he’s a master manipulator so he can hide his feelings well, but they’re there. You can tell in the actions he shows you.

He likes having you around since you’re such a dear to him and you always offer to help him out, be it with cleaning or cooking you’re always there for him and it makes his heart skip a beat lmao

He’s a bit more open with you however he does try and distance himself at first because he was ashamed at how he manipulated you with his UM.

Would never use his unique magic on you again, since the last time he did it he thought you were an ordinary boy but when he found out you were a girl he vowed to never use his magic on you again

Would definitely use his magic on anybody making you uncomfortable 😭 and would probably go make them make a fool out of themselves in front of a large crowd

He definitely becomes more charming around you, he tries to impress you with his hidden talents and he likes the sparkle in your eyes

He tries to get you to try on traditional clothing from his homeland the scalding sands

(The clothes he gets you to try on are traditional courting outfits but you don’t need to know that ^^!)

He definitely cooks for you more than before since he loves hearing you gush about how delicious his food is

He’s probably gonna end up being your new mom friend, he’ll hit you with the “Did you eat well?” “Did you sleep well?” Etc, he honestly wants to make sure your healthy 🫶🏼

Pomefiore:

Vil Schoenheit:

Instantaneously thinks: “FINALLY someone to practice make up on”

He’ll definitely drag you to pomefiore if you don’t take care of your appearance

He’ll give you his homemade products and he’ll spoil you with tickets to his latest movie/show or he’ll pamper you with spa days

Expect to be dolled up all the time from now on cause this man sees your hidden beauty and he wants everyone to see it lmaoo

Vil is a bit critical on things like your appearance but he helps you out with it and always gives you a little pampering before y’all go into classes: he doesn’t wanna see you all disheveled 💀

Of course he’s also willing to help you out with anything normal, be it schoolwork, your make up, picking out new outfits, anything

He knows boys can be perverted sometimes so he does also offer his protection in case you ever need it

Once you start hanging out with him more often and if you give him compliments on how amazing he is, or if you mention anything about you thinking he’s better than Neige he’ll definitely develop a crush on you lmao

Definitely creates a secret fanclub and will be the leader of said fan club lmao

He also really respects how strong you are despite not having magical abilities, you’ve got your own strengths, he finds your tenacity admirable.

Rook hunt:

Definitely one of the first ones who immediately knows you’re a girl, but he never said anything because he knew why you disguised yourself since it was kinda obvious

He’s also had time to watch you from afar and he’s come to know your body language

He truly finds it fascinating that you’re the only girl here at NRC and he really does find it impressive with how you’ve managed to put up with everything that’s happened so far, every time he sees you he’s just internally screaming “beaute!!”in French

He honestly finds everything you do to be beautiful lmao. Heck you could just be sitting there and he’d be behind a pillar gushing about how amazing your hair looked that day

He probably becomes a bit more clingy cause weirdly enough he likes your scent & also weirdly enough he likes observing you up close (as if he hasn’t been doing that enough already)

Epel Felmier:

This boy is so sad lmao

Don’t get him wrong though he still likes you cause you’re his friend and all but he was thinking you were just like him

He NEEDS to know what you think of him and NOW

Please tell this poor boy he’s manly he needs the reassurance 😭

He’s definitely more protective of you now as well

He does also join the #protectYuu squad lmao

Any compliment you give him will have him thinking about it all night 💀

Ignihyde:

Idia Shroud:

Literally just cue him getting a gushing nosebleed like in those anime scenes lmao

He is the BIGGEST fanboy you’ll have: no ands ifs or buts

He definitely joins the secret fanclub and would try fighting Vil to become the leader lmfaooo

He’s extremely shy around you and doesn’t like to get near you or talk to you because he knows he won’t be able to say anything with how nervous he’ll be

He honestly just develops a huge crush on you 💀 he’s like a schoolgirl 😭 he really comes to like you but he just can’t be near you at all or he’ll just stop functioning.

In a way Idia also respects you a lot. You’re pretty resilient for a human girl, having dealt with all of the crap Crowley dumps on you all the time, he admires you for it a lot.

After a while Idia probably starts to think you’re in your own reverse harem and he’s one of the main love interests; probably sees the other dorm heads as competition now 👀

He’s also secretly protective of you and has ortho check up on you from time to time

However if you were to just suddenly compliment his hair or tell him he’s got a nice face?

Idia.exe has stopped working

Ortho Shroud:

He probably also already knew you were a girl from the first time y’all met since you looked really feminine and he just scanned your features

He’s honestly the same way with you, pretty friendly to you

He most definitely invites you over to Ignihyde to play games with him from now on, that or he sends you over to Idia’s room and has you game with him instead cause he knows it’ll make his brother happy lmao

He does try and play wingman cause he does discover Idia’s heart rate accelerates whenever you’re near and he eventually discovered he has feelings for you 💀. Ortho invites you over way more than before because he really likes the idea of you two being together 😭

Diasomnia:

Malleus Draconia:

Malleus is the type to actually develop deep feelings for you the moment he finds out you’re a girl, though, he doesn’t know what love is so he doesn’t act on it right away

Since he doesn’t really know what this feeling is he goes and asks Lilia

Cue Lilia starting to cry cause Malleus has fallen in love <3

Lilia tells him what those feelings are and Malleus from there on out tries to court you

Malleus honestly sees you as his future queen

Don’t blame him this man has his priorities straight

Not to mention he’s got a whole ass kingdom to think about and you’re literally the perfect one to rule by his side, heck he’s even already picturing how you’d look when you’re beside him on the throne

Malleus truly believes with how you’ve managed to break down his walls, you’ll be able to break down the barriers between the Fae and humans bit by bit

He’s also just truly so proud of you for dealing with students overblotting left and right and putting up with it without any magic, for a human you’re very strong and he just absolutely loves that about you

He falls for you deeply because you were the first human woman to truly touch his heart, you weren’t scared of him, you hugged him freely without care, you invited him to many things, you made him feel appreciated, and there’s honestly so many other things he could go on and gush about why he loves you

As a Dragonic Fae, their tradition in courting is gift giving

He honestly can’t stand how dense you are when he gives you the gifts since you think he’s just being kind, but he supposes he’ll deal with it for now and he’ll let you be dense for a little while longer

He’s definitely a romantic once he does his research and he’ll probably pull moves on you that’ll even have you flustered

This one time he brought you a ring and he slipped it on your ring finger, then kissed your hand and then teleported away leaving you flustered asf 💀

He definitely tries to spend more time with you because he knows human lives are fleeting and he wants to spend as much time with you as he can before you go

Please just return his feeling this boy needs it in his life lmao

Lilia Vanrouge:

He’s probably the same exact way with you lmao

He definitely noticed Malleus’s feelings right away and he’s just so proud of how far Malleus has come lmaoo

He does find it truly fascinating with how you managed to capture Malleus’s eye when you’re simply a human woman but he couldn’t exactly blame him, you were truly kind to Malleus, something most other people weren’t, and Lilia secretly thanks you all the time for it

He definitely invites you over to Diasomnia more often after having that talk with Malleus cause he know it gets him antsy and Lilia just wants to see you two date already

Supportive dad 101 lmao

Honestly he just continue to support Malleus from the sidelines and is a gentleman to you.

Silver:

Probably also develops a really tiny crush on you, he just really likes your presence since you relax him for some reason

He definitely becomes more protective of you seeing as your the only girl in an only boys school

Plus he knows guys can be mean so he also joins the #protectYuu squad, he really just wants you to be safe

After he discovers Malleus has feelings for you he’s just so happy that Malleus has a new friend let alone someone he has feelings for

Both Lilia, him and Malleus simultaneously agree not to tell Sebek of Malleus’s new feelings 💀

Silver definitely also invites you over to Diasomnia a lot from now on cause he likes having you over plus he wants to also play wingman

Honestly he’s just so much more sweet to you, even more then before.

Sebek Zigvolt:

A human woman?! In an only boys school?! PREPOSTEROUS!!!

He immediately wants you to stay as far away from Malleus as possible because he thinks you’ll seduce him

(Doesn’t know you basically already did 💀)

He doesn’t know why he wants a simple human woman’s attention all to himself though and he finds himself yelling at everything you do, heck you could be sitting there and he’d yell at you about your posture 💀 heck he’d even yell at you for breathing

He tries keeping you as far away from Malleus as possible but it’s just a huge fail and he ends up getting curious about you instead

He just tries so hard to convince himself you’ll ruin Malleus’s purity somehow

Ends up developing a tiny crush on you lmaoo but he doesn’t even realize, heck if he did he’s so stubborn he’d constantly be in denial about it

He’s overall more loud and strict with you but he tries to mellow it down since Malleus eventually told him to stop 😭

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Bikini Top Malfunction - p.m

a/n: i loved this so much, i hope i did this right, anon. forgive me if not. also i'm sorry but this gif is so hot, it's actually distracting me lmfao. thank you forthe ask by the way, i was so excited when i saw it, it was my first one! i hope i did this justice so you don't hate me.. ;(

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: maverick x you, platonic!rooster x you

warnings: none tbh i kept it sfw

wc: 2,530

the request: "Maverick have a crush on the reader but he is afraid to reach out to her because she is younger than him and when they are playing beach soccer her bikini untie and she asks him for help (and he is like omg)" i'm a tumblr virgin so i had no idea how to quote the ask like some other ppl too fml

y/c/s - your call sign, y/h/c - your hair colour, y/e/c - your eye colour

sex drugs etc. by beach weather - this was the song i listened to as i wrote this hehe

The mid-day sun burned down onto the beach you and the squad were currently playing soccer on; the hot rays beating off your sweaty and oily bodies. You, Hangman, Coyote and Maverick were on one team and Rooster, Phoenix, Fanboy and Bob were on the opposing team. The sound of the crashing waves travelled into your ears and it calmed your racing mind, almost sending you into a zen-like state. The whole group of you were playing football on the beach and in Maverick's words, it was a way to get you all to work as a team. You were wearing a leopard print bikini, with small, short frills extending from the rim of the cups, with a pair of loose shorts on your bottom. The boys were wearing their classic jean shorts, aka top tier modern fashion.

Sand sprayed from behind your feet as you sprinted across the beach with the football between your feet, your eyes firmly locked onto Bob who was unfortunately deemed goal keeper. He kept a straight face, his hands coming up to defend against your oncoming attack. Suddenly, you were tackled to the ground by a smirking Phoenix, your back thudding against the sand-ridden ground. "Shit," You groaned at the coarse grains scraping against your skin. Your eyes quickly darted across the make-shift pitch to find that Fanboy had stolen the ball and was now trying to make his way through Hangman on your half of the pitch.

"Sorry, Y/C/S." She mumbled, hardly trying to hide the comical smile picking at the corners of her lips. You rolled your eyes at her, smiling back, as you shuffled forwards to sit up. A helping hand suddenly appeared in your vision and you furrowed your brows at the sight. You quickly looked up to find Maverick, a smirk upon his lips. A blush quickly settled onto your cheeks as your eyes fell to his shirtless body, your gaze tumbling down his sweaty, chiselled torso. You silently thanked the heavens above that you were all wearing sunglasses.

Swallowing thickly, you inhaled a quick breath of air to compose yourself before you spoke, not exactly wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of your captain and instructor. "Don't." You laughed as you took his hand, knowing the witty man definitely had a line he was waiting to say. The older pilot lifted you up with ease, and he let out a brief laugh, his pale blue eyes meeting yours. It felt like a jolt of electricity had shot through your body as the two of you held eye contact.

"My lips are sealed, Y/C/S." He chuckled as his hand slipped from yours once you were stood up, your smile falling a little at the loss of contact. "C'mon, I don't really wanna give Rooster bragging rights." Maverick jogged off with a smirk to defend against Fanboy who was heading towards your team's goalkeeper, Coyote.

"Yeah, yeah." You laughed again. Before you turned around to cover Rooster as Coyote had saved the goal, Maverick sent you a quick smile again and you felt your cheeks burn. Turning around, you rolled your eyes and stood beside Rooster, attempting to block any passes his way.

"I'm open!" Rooster called to Phoenix from beside you, his six foot tall body shouldering into you. You grew a little tired of his body shoving against you, so you elbowed his side, making the moustached pilot grunt in return. Rooster looked down at you with a frown, his black and gold aviators hanging off the end of his nose. "Y/C/S!" He dramatically gasped, an amused grin reaching his moustached lips. You looked at him innocently, raising your brows.

"What?!" You asked, feigning confusion, attempting to hide the laugh that threatened to escape you. Maverick's eyes instantly found your figure as the commotion reached his ears. He kept playing, although he made sure to keep an eye on you just in case. The captain knew he shouldn't feel something towards you, he should know better than to crush on one of his students. You were different though. He didn't know what it was, but something was there. Looking back to you and Rooster, Maverick's eyes watched Rooster with you, a knot forming in his chest. He wished it was him that you were messing around with.

"You really wanna play dirty? Alright, let's go!" Rooster laughed out loud, large hands coming to push against your bare back. You gasped at him, throwing your hands back against his toned stomach in an attempt to keep him back. "C'mon, Y/C/S, give it up already." Rooster chuckled again, putting all of his weight onto you. A brief groan left your lips as you struggled to hold the taller man back. All of a sudden, a lightbulb lit up over your head. Rooster's gonna hate you for this, but my gosh will it be hilarious. Should teach him a lesson too.

You looked up at him, throwing a smirk his way. His brows quickly furrowed together in short-lived confusion. "Alright, I give up." A dramatic sigh fell from your lips as you quickly shuffled to the left, and held your leg out to trip Rooster up. You couldn't hold back your uncontrollable laughter as the aforementioned pilot fell as you moved out of his way, his legs shooting forwards to try and steady himself. Rooster's foot tripped on your leg and he faceplanted into the sand, his hands rushing forwards to catch himself.

The loud thud caught the attention of the squad and they all quickly erupted into fits of laughter, watching Rooster turn onto his back to sit up. He glared up at you and you only smiled at him, shrugging. "What? You told me to give up, so I did!" You simply said, watching him stand up. Rooster brushed the sand off of his jean shorts as best as he could, the grains falling into the wind. He looked up at you with a cheeky smile, and you returned it, placing your hands upon your hips as you stared at the half-dressed pilot.

"Same old Rooster!" Hangman laughed, slapping a hand on the aforementioned pilot's back, walking past him with an amused sigh.

"You son of a bitch," He grinned, walking up to you. "You're gonna pay for that." Rooster narrowed his eyes at you and pointed at you, his other finger coming up to pull down his aviators so you could see his squinting brown eyes.

"Oh really?" You cocked a brow, almost challenging the younger Bradshaw. Rooster moved closer to you with a smirk, pushing his chest against you, your chin coming up to reach the middle of it. You stood your ground, refusing to be intimidated by some big-headed chump. The sound of the game taking place around you became muffled as the two of you stared at each other, eyes refusing to blink or even break contact.

"Hey!" Phoenix yelled. The two of you instantly looked to her, backing off from each other. "Knock it off, kids!" She yelled again and you laughed at her words, holding your hands up in defence. You threw a taunting look to Rooster as he walked away, sticking out your tongue for a quick second and he stuck his middle finger up at you, in which you dramatically opened your mouth, as if in shock.

"I'm sorry, I hate it when it does that!" He shouted over at you, throwing a sarcastic apologetic look your way. You rolled your eyes at him and laughed, heading towards the group.

****

The game was coming to an end as you had the ball between your feet again, this time keeping an eye out for Phoenix. She was fast - almost invisible at times. As you were running, you felt the strings of your bikini begin to loosen. "Shit," You mumbled, throwing a hand behind you to hold the quickly-loosening strings together, earning a few confused looks from the squad. As you were nearing Bob, your eyes spotted Coyote to the right.

"Open!" He yelled, waving his arm to you. Somehow, miraculously, no one was covering the most obvious danger to their goal. You booted the ball to him and Coyote caught it, his feet kicking the ball between his feet as he moved towards Bob, Phoenix hot on his tail. Rooster had slipped over in an attempt to tackle Coyote.

You laughed to yourself as you turned around, your hand still holding your bikini top together. Fumbling, you tried to tie it back together, but in all honesty, you couldn't tie a bow behind you, it was one of your flaws. It was just something you could never master. Groaning in frustration, your eyes found Maverick who was a couple feet in front of you, watching Phoenix, Rooster, Coyote and Bob fight for the ball. "Hey, Mav," You said quietly, making him turn around to face you. A smile quickly reached his lips as he looked at you, and you cheeks burned under his gaze, his eyes looking to where your arm was currently bent behind your back.

"You okay, Y/C/S?" He frowned, a laugh soon escaping his lips as he looked back up at you. Maverick was a little confused as to why you had your arm behind your back like you were about to pull something out from behind it. His eyes searched yours for any sign of a clue, but he didn't find much as you stared at him, your doe-like eyes making his heart race. Internally, he cursed himself for letting himself feel something towards you. He felt awful, to be honest. You were twenty eight, and he was fifty one - it was written in the stars that you weren't meant to be. Laying awake at night he couldn't help but feel his heart sink at the fact.

"Yeah, I just, err," You stumbled over your words, not really having a clue at how to ask him to help you tie your bikini top back up. "My top.." You bit your lip, avoiding Maverick's curious, prying eyes.

"Your.. top?" His thick, brown brows knitted together in confusion at your words.

You sighed deeply, glancing between the golden sand and his baby blue eyes. "Can you help me tie it back up? It came undone when I was running across the beach." You quickly said with a laugh and Maverick's eyes shot open as you finished your question, a little surprised that you came to him to ask such a question. He was in shock, in all honesty.

"Y-yeah, of course," He smiled, his voice quiet. "Turn around." He said with a lowered voice. You let go of the strings, your hands quickly rushing to hold your top on your front - you didn't really want to flash anyone today. Especially the squad. Your heart fluttered as his fingers grazed against your bare back, goose bumps erupting on your skin. His rough fingers brushed your hair out of the way and you felt his hot breath on the back of your neck, making your toes curl into the sand beneath your feet. Biting down on your bottom lip, Maverick tightened the top, and you adjusted the front of it, your fingers pulling it down a little. "How tight do you want it?" He asked from behind you, a small smile on his face.

"As tight as possible, please, I don't really want to flash anyone today." You joked, trying to swallow down the anxiety that had suddenly overtaken your body. An amused rumble came from Maverick behind you as he chuckled, pulling the strings of your bikini top as tight as he possibly could.

"Alright, I'm sorry if I hurt you." He replied as his skilful fingers tied the two strings into a tight bow. You shook your head gently at his words, in disbelief that Maverick would ever hurt you. In all honesty, he is too sweet for this world. His smooth voice fished you out of your thoughts. "Double knot?" He asked, waiting for your reply. You nodded, not having the confidence to say yes in fear of choking on your words. You felt Maverick tie the bow once more into a knot and his fingers grasped your hair gently and pulled it from your neck, letting it fall back into it's previous place.

"Thank you, Mav, you saved me a lot of trouble there." You smiled sheepishly, allowing a breathy laugh to slide out. Maverick smiled back at you, his eyes falling to the ground for a quick moment before he spoke again. In truth, the man was trying to compose himself as he stared at you. You really did make him nervous. He tried not to focus on the loose strands of your Y/H/C hair flying about in the gentle wind, the way your Y/E/C eyes sparkles in the bright sun, the way your gleaming grin made his heart skip a beat. He hated how he loved it when your eyes crinkled as you laughed at something, or when your nose crinkled up when you tasted or smelled something you didn't like - or when you closed your eyes with a happy smile when you tasted or smelled something you did like. Over the time he's known you, Maverick has only grown to admire and adore you that much more. He wasn't going to forget this moment for a while, it was burned into his brain now.

Maverick felt a ball of warmth envelope his chest as your laugh rang through his ears, a feeling of contentment spreading through him. He shook his head. "Don't mention it, I think I'm just glad I don't need to worry about that sorta' thing." He laughed, his lips curling up into a grin, flashing his straight, white teeth at you. His smile and laugh was contagious to you.

"Tell me about it." You chuckled quietly, glancing at the yellow sand that lay still upon the ground. Maverick opened his mouth to say something else, but Rooster's booming voice interrupted the sweet moment between two of you.

"C'mon, old man!" Rooster shouted as he, Hangman and Coyote rushed to him, their hands slipping underneath his arms and legs. You let out a roar of laughter at the three of them, watching the trio pick up Maverick.

"Can't let grandpa get too hot!" Hangman sighed with a grin. He looked at you and sent a wink, his signature smart-ass grin falling onto his lips. You rolled your eyes at the aviator and looked to Maverick who was already looking at you. They all laughed as Maverick groaned, shutting his eyes in defeat. He gave in and just let them do what they were going to do - he knew there was no point struggling against three, young and strong Naval aviators.

"See you later, Mav." You giggled, waving at him as they all jumped into the sea together, a loud and chaotic splash engulfing the four of them. You thought back to the moment before Rooster, Hangman and Coyote stole Maverick from you. Staring at the man in question with a smile, you wondered what he had to say - or ask. He threw a hand up to wave at you with what seemed like a smile from the ocean, with the other three pilots beside him. You giggled and waved back at him, a warmth engulfing your body.

It seemed like the man had - in the words of Mr. Darcy - bewitched you, body and soul.

part two

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sevlawless · 1 year

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nothing without you

pairing: m!seven lawless x f!mc (arabella aveiro)

word count: 962

warnings: none just arabella going THROUGH IT

tags: @blainehayes @agentdumortain @valcubust-main

notes: so the @infamous-if brain rot is here and it's very fucking real lmfao- ever since i played i have not been able to stop thinking about it and more specifically, how my mc would cope post break up with seven. something something i still love you i still have to live that but how does ANYONE live with that .. anyway here it is! the song arabella sings is honeysuckle by pom pom squad

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if i'm nothing without you, am i anything at all?

the chorus rattles around in her head long after she stops singing it. she seems to be frozen in place, her thoughts drowning out the ability to do anything else, although she does notice the faint sound of silence. the rest of dead apple have long stopped playing, but no one says anything. they seem to be doing that a lot lately when it comes to her.

she wasn't even supposed to be at this rehearsal, and she even agreed with her bandmates when they suggested she take some time away to process everything. the music can wait while she figures out how to move forward.

but all she can think about is music, all she could think about while she spent the last two weeks trying to pull herself back together is to write songs.

how do you go through something so traumatic and not write about it?

losing sev- just his name passing through her brain is enough to make her eyes clench shut, gripping the microphone stand in front for her tighter.

losing him is the worst pain she's ever felt in her life. how do you go from talking to someone every single day for the past eleven years to suddenly no contact? how does anyone cope with that? she'd really like to know.

it doesn't help that she was so unbelievably in love with him. she never was one to believe in soulmates but no matter how dumb she thought it was, she considered seven to be her's.

a soulmate who now wants nothing to do with you.

she lets out a ragged breath, which prompts someone reaching out to touch her shoulder.

"arabella-" it's rowan, his voice uncharacteristically timid, and it makes her stomach churn. she shrugs his hand off and turns to face him.

"i'm fine," she snaps, wincing at the tone in her voice. he's staring at her pitifully. if she dared to glance at the others they would share the same look.

they were just as much friends with seven as she was. why are they all so fucking concerned for her in particular? a part of her wants to say that if they were so upset about her, they never would have taken that stupid vote in the first place. the vote that ruined everything.

seeing the look on seven's face, the hurt in his eyes, the betrayal-

she can't think about this right now. she's spent the last two weeks trying to move on and fuck if she's about to cry in front of the band over this.

she turns back around, storming toward the exit. as she yanks the door open and slams it behind her, she wonders if anyone will come after her.

they don't.

she can't even get into the car before she's a sobbing mess, hands shaking as she clambers into her vehicle, resting her head against the steering wheel. her hands are balled into tight fists as she considers if punching something would help the pain subside. it didn't help last time.

last time. that night casts an unbearable weight down on her and makes her shoulders shake as she recalls her and seven screaming at each other in drunken rage, both saying things they can never take back. going to a place they could never come back from. when he left she punched a hole in the wall and her hand flares up as a reminder. her bruised knuckles are starting to heal now, and some part of her wishes they weren't. maybe so she could have one last piece of seven to remember him by. just one last trace of the effect he had on her so it didn't feel like the eleven years she spent with him were for nothing.

they can't just be nothing.

right?

that seems to be what they are now- he hasn't talked to her since that night and every day, every hour it feels like she pulls up his contact info out of reflex to tell him something. a joke, a lyric for a song, a text just to tell him she's thinking of him. she always manages to realize what she's doing before she hits send and she doesn't think that will get any easier.

if i'm nothing without you, am i anything at all?

the lyrics she wrote down one night after getting drunk in an attempt to get him out of her brain dance around in her mind again.

she can't remember the person she was before seven. it's not the one who stares back at her now as she wipes her eyes and looks into the rearview mirror.

would she like that person? would they be friends? she never thought about it until now. she never thought she would have to.

how do you move on from someone that was so inexplicably tethered to you? where there was arabella, seven was right there next to her.

she looks across to the passenger seat that seven used to occupy every day and is met with no one there. she sees the grey headrest where a black mop of hair used to lie. she sees the middle console where his fingers used to drum to the beat of whatever was playing through the speakers. she sees the dash where he used to lay his worn out combat boots on.

emptiness eats away at her until all she can do is let out another sob.

some part of her wonders if he even feels a fraction of what she does. he has to. for her own peace of mind, she hopes this has been as hard on him as it has on her.

but she wouldn't know.

#seven lawless #seven lawless x mc #infamous #infamous if #my writing #inf: seven x arabella #is it a fic of mine if i dont force yall to learn how my oc's brain works LMFAO #anyway thank u for reading if u did <3 #i need chapter 2 desperately maybe this will hold me over KSJSNDBDJDKD

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If you're new, this all starts with Touch Starved - Echo! You can read this little chunk as a standalone, or head back to the beginning for the full experience!

Why do these keep getting longer?! I really need to try to tone it back a bit lmfao. References to Panic and Secrets Revealed.

Febuwhump Day 9

Found Footage (Alt) – OC&TBB – A pleasant moment at 79s is shattered when someone tries to blackmail doc with footage of the crash on Agamar.

Warnings: Huge PTSD warning here. Flashbacks, disassociating, past injury description, blackmail, grief, angst, some alcohol use (social, not abuse), cursing

WC: 6227

The lounges of 79’s weren’t meant to hold a group of six, particularly with a man of Wrecker’s stature, but squeezing into the circular booth was part of the fun, back reclining against the massive clone’s side with his arm absently draped over my chest while my legs sprawled over Echo’s lap to avoid the accidental stomp of the big man’s heel. Tech was squished on Wrecker’s other side as Crosshair had adamantly claimed the end seat.

“-so I ripped the whole ramp clean off and used it to barrel right through ‘em! Clanker’s never even knew what hit ‘em!” I’d heard the story before, but he was already halfway through his fourth mug of something that looked like a sunset and smelled like motor fuel, and the enthusiasm in his thunderous voice was infectious in its own right.

“Technically, the processing speed of B1-series battle droids would have made them fully capable of analyzing your assault well before their demise; however, inadequate maintenance of their internal tactical components has led to compounding decreases in-”

“Ugh! Come on, Tech! Those things can’t process the difference between a tauntaun and a tooka!” Wrecker interrupted, arm swinging so violently that Echo had to duck sharply against Hunter to avoid getting hit. I’d long since abandoned my drink for fear of the man’s expressive gestures knocking the glass from my hand or bumping me at just the wrong moment, but I found very little need for such things in moments like this. If I was drunk, I might not have noticed the knowing look Crosshair offered his annoyed brother, nor the fond exasperation in Echo’s weary gaze as Wrecker’s anticks surely reminded him of his late squad.

“Doc,” I quickly turned my gaze as Hunter’s voice just breached the chaotic rabble of the bar, “Think your comm’s going off.” He nodded to my waist. Wrecker barely noticed my struggle to push him back enough to reach down for the thin device. The quiet alert chimed at regular intervals to indicate a video message. Slipping it partially into a chest pocket, I shifted to begin the process of escaping from the mass of bodies around me.

“Probably some reminder to recertify something,” I guessed, “I’ll be right back.” The Sergeant was already standing to let me out, but I didn’t bother waiting for Echo to do the same, instead simply scooting over his lap much to his surprise, and I couldn’t help but snicker at how he froze in that half-second of movement. I didn’t hear Crosshair’s snide remark, but his laughter was almost as loud as Wrecker’s, and that alone was worth the chastising look Hunter gave me.

“You want one of us to go with you?” He asked, leaning close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath so he didn’t have to shout to be heard. Cocking an eyebrow, I shot him a teasing smirk.

“It’s 79’s, Hunter. I’ll be fine for five minutes.” His expression instantly darkened, as though the words actually had the power to jinx the scant bit of time I’d be out of sight. I bumped my shoulder against his chest with a quiet chuckle and started through the mass of identical faces masking vibrantly different personalities dancing and shouting and enjoying this moment of freedom to the fullest.

The sudden quiet that loomed just beyond the front doors was striking. I could still hear the booming music and raucous voices, but, with just a few steps into the cool night air, it faded enough to allow a displaced sense of stillness that felt almost wrong after so long in the roar of the bar. Dismissing the strange sensation, I slipped the half-concealed comm from my pocket and walked toward the ally for whatever privacy I could find before transferring the file to my datapad to watch the video.

I didn’t understand what I was watching at first; not consciously. I didn’t understand why the dance of blues and grays beneath the occasional flicker of red sent my heart racing, why the line of distant trees too grainy for anyone else to make out trapped the air in my lungs long after it staled. I tried not to recognize the insignia of that sleeping tooka shoddily painted in hot pink and baby blue below the red medic symbol on the stolen Separatist transport; tried not to feel the icy sweet seeping over my skin as my eyes automatically sought out the crumbled door that I’d nearly broken my arm to wrestle open.

I could hear the flames, saw the glow steadily spreading to illuminate every crack in the shattered durasteel hull as the engines flares from fuel leaking precariously through broken pipes; watched the trembling form tumble from the slim opening I’d only just been able to make through welded and ruined machinery. I heard my heart hammering against my chest, felt the chill of panic flood my veins.

“Emmy!” My body crumbled against the wall at the utter hopelessness in the electronic distortion of my own voice breaking through the speakers of my datapad; at the desolate wail that seemed to go on for eternity immediately after. I didn’t realize I’d screamed back then, but the video zoomed in to show my face, deathly pale from blood loss and shock, expression twisted into a grief that tore through me as violently now as it did then.

My mind absently categorized the injuries of the figure on the screen that I found myself almost convinced wasn’t me: burns marred her hands and forearms, the front of her flightsuit nearly covered in black despite the flame-retardant nature of the fabric, likely indicating severe damage to the flesh underneath it; blood covered the right side of her face, hair heavily matted and near black with it – a concussion at the very least; and the amount of crimson-stained fabric wadded around that ankle was enough to leave one wondering if there was enough flesh to be saved beneath it all.

“Emmy!” That figure crawled barely a meter from the wreckage before shrieking that name again. And again despite how her voice shattered and failed.

I didn’t notice the image blur; even if I had, I couldn’t tell if it was from the tears pooling atop my eyes or the violent trembling of my hand, knuckles gleaming white as my fingers gripped the device hard enough to make the metal casing creak.

She was clawing into the scared ground below her, spine arching as though there was some hope of guarding against the agony rending through her chest, body writhing as she cried, unsteady movements slowly dragging her further and further from the burning mass of twisted durasteel.

I didn’t notice the writing begin to creep over the top of the image, barely registered that the video had been sped up. It didn’t feel like it. It felt like I was trapped in that moment; suffocating beneath the overwhelming scent of fuel weighing down the air, body locked in a panic between shivering against the unbearable cold and the memory of that terrible heat; the sound my skin had made as I’d crawled atop blistering metal, and the sickening absence of touch where I should have felt dirt and pebbles and grass. I remembered the way my body convulsed in fits of agonizing coughes from that cool air sweeping down my raw throat; the heavy taste of copper each one brought with it.

Between the disconnect separating my mind from any reliable sense of time and the way the footage seemed to fluctuate between too fast and too slow, I couldn’t begin to guess how long I’d been left like that, weight held precariously atop my forearms as I screamed and screamed and begged for someone to help me; to save her…

When those figures finally appeared from the distant tree line, I immediately recognized Commander Wolffe, his rifle trained carefully on the visage of my ruin. Barely a few seconds passed before General Koon gave a subtle signaled for him to stand down. Wolffe hesitated a moment but didn’t object when the cloaked figure approached me. I don’t think I was screaming anymore, body absently rocking in time to the still rapid flutter of my heart.

“Miss?” I didn’t remember this either. “Miss, I am Jedi Master Plo Koon. Can you tell me your name?” I knew there’d been some kind of conversation between us, but the details had been lost to me. Wolffe stepped protectively nearer as Koon carefully touched his hand to my shoulder. My head jerked only slightly at first, movements disjointed, before managing to look up at the Jedi’s masked face, and the madness-fueled hope in my eyes shone clearly through the grainy recording, mangled hands desperately reaching up for him.

“Pl-please! Please!” I begged. Koon didn’t shy from my blood-stained limbs, even reaching out with his own for me to cling on to. “Help-he… help her! Please! Please!” The way my hoarse voice shattered through my raw throat made even the Commander flinch. Koon glanced passed me to where the flames were finally beginning to fade before turning his attention back to me.

“I am sorry… there’s no one still alive in that ship.” Even then, I’d felt no doubt for the depth of his remorse, and something about that sincerity robbed me of even the taste of denial, head shaking weakly, begging him for something I knew he couldn’t give. For a long while, he said nothing more, merely let me hold onto him as I broke, body shaking amidst fresh sobs as every hope of happiness I’d had was ripped apart.

“What’s your name?” Only after those hiccupped, shuttered gasps began to quell did he press, voice gentle, calm in a way that give some fleeting quiet to my frenzied thoughts, granting me enough clarity to answer him. Hearing him repeat it in that same calm tone a moment later was a balm, eyes slipping closed as I merely existed in the echo of his words. “Why did you come here?” My lips moved without thought, without trepidation of the consequences for the secrets I freely told him.

“We’re medics… we… we help after… heal the ones left behind… find them passage home.”

“You help clones?” He clarified, a note of surprise just touching his voice, and I watched my head nod listlessly in answer. “Why?” He asked, lowering himself more as though he knew how his very presence seemed the only thing allowing me the strength to speak.

“I… I believe in them – in what they’re fighting for.” He was quiet a moment.

“Then why not leave? Defect from the Separatists and join the Republic?”

“Emmy.” Her name ripped another sob from me, but the words kept coming, “She couldn’t leave her family… So this… this was the only way we could help.” His hand shifted slightly against my shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, and, in that instant, I’d known they were the ones who shot us down, and not for even a fleeting second did I blame them. This was war. We’d known the dangers. “I’d like to help you now, if you’ll let us.” He murmured.

I remembered thinking over that offer for a long while, remembered knowing I could deny him, demand they leave me there; that I would die on that field… or, I could join them; fight for the cause Emmy had died for. The faint nod barely registered on the small screen, but Wolffe stepped forward a moment later. My skin prickled at the cry that tore from my lips as he hoisted me over his shoulder, rifle still held ready before he and the General walked out of sight.

There was no pause of static or flash of black before the image of the freshly crashed transport returned to the screen, and my eyes remained trained on the blurry picture with the same obsessive attentiveness as though I was watching it for the first time, yet I somehow failed to notice those callused fingers slide over mine, carefully loosening my grip until he could slowly pull the datapad away. Didn’t matter. I continued staring at the space that screen had been, no longer needing the footage for my mind to replay it all over and over and over

“Doc?”

“Emmy!” That first, broken shriek seemed to ripple through me, stomach finally seizing. I barely noticed my body convulse against the violent heaves, mind consumed by the distant shrieks still crying from those speakers. Vaguely, I realized someone turned it off or silenced it or threw the damn thing into the seemingly endless cavern stretching out below 79’s platform. Still, I didn’t need that recording to hear them. They’d been seared onto my consciousness, and I would never unhear them.

Some distorted rumble of an almost familiar voice sounded near me. I knew that voice… I knew… no… Emmy! Was someone touching me? Help-he… help her! The terrible memory of that night replaying in my mind sounded more real than the speech of whoever stood before me.

“We need to get her off the street.” Please! Please!

“There is an inn two clicks from here.” Emmy!

“Why’s she breathin’ like that?” I’m sorry.

“She’s in shock – potentially disassociating.” The scent of burning flesh.

“Five soldiers try to get in a cab with her like that, someone’s going to ask the wrong kind of questions.” The feeling of razors in my throat as I screamed.

“Well, we can’t stay here, Crosshair, so go with Echo and find us transport.” What’s your name?

“Tech, who the kriff did that come from?” The roar of flames and taste of fuel.

“I’m already tracing the connection, but it may take a few minutes.”

“Doc? Come on, Doc, try to come back.” Some fractured corner of my mind recognized the face leaning over me, felt their hands gently grasping my cheeks, but I couldn’t see them beyond the wall of twisted durasteel that I somehow needed to break through before the flames burned me alive.

“She don’t look so good.” Pl-Please!

“When you find who sent it”

“I’ll overclock their processors and short out their coolant systems. If there happens to be security measures in place for the door to their server rooms, I think that may also experience a spontaneous failure.”

“Wha’s that mean?” The terror in that split second before forcing my ruined ankle into the brace.

“He’s going to set their computers on fire.”

“Courtesy of Rex – I’ll owe him a pretty big apology next time I see him, but I doubt he’ll notice until after we’re long gone.” Those voices.

“Alright, Doc, I want you to walk with me, okay?” That touch slipped from my cheeks to wrap around my shoulders, and my body shivered violently against their warmth, legs dragging listlessly beneath me as some driving force eased me forward, and, for a moment, it wasn’t fuel I smelled. Some struggling corner of my mind remembered them, trusted them.

“I… I s…” His gentle, guiding movements froze the instant those stuttered attempts at speech fluttered from my lips.

“Doc?” My eyes wondered blindly over a face I so nearly recognized but couldn’t manage to grasp those thoughts long enough to be sure.

“I-I screamed.” I heard the wisps of words tumble from numb lips but couldn’t understand the sorrow that washed over his face. “I… I didn’t realize I… I screamed her name.”

“That was a long time ago.” He murmured, hands tightening where they held me firmly against his side.

“Do you… do you think sh-she heard me?” I think I recognized the way my name sounded in that smoky voice, briefly noting heartbreak in umber eyes before falling back into those flames.

“Doc-”

“Hunter.” A crisp voice interrupted him, and a moment later I belatedly realized he’d begun moving again, felt the hard plane of a chest plate pressed to my cheek.

“Watch your step.” That whispered murmur offered a comfort in its very tone, but the words held no meaning as we came to a stop. The sensation of floating should have been disorientating, but it was barely a thought as he moved an arm beneath my knees and gently lifted me to his chest before handing me off to someone else. And then it was dark again, the world moving around us in time to the hum of an engine.

“I have located the source but will need something stronger to bypass their firewalls.” Numb, I merely existed in the sound of those voices as someone held me, the strong scent of alcohol sharp enough to keep the memory of burnt skin at bay. Someone else wrapped chilled fingers through mine, and still another touch settled over my shoulder

“Park around back, Crosshair. Tech, if I get you access to one of the command centers on base, can you make it untraceable?”

“With Echo’s help, yes.” That grip tightened gently.

“Fryin’ some hunk of metal’s a kriffin’ joke. Where are they? I think we should make sure they ge’ the picture to leave’er alone.” I felt that voice rumble against my cheek.

“Given they are well behind Separatist lines, that is not a viable option; however, I can prevent any future attempts at contact.”

“Tech, you have the best chance at passing for a civi. Put this on and get us a room.” The world seemed to shift slightly, and I vaguely heard the sound of footsteps, the hiss of a door opening and closing, body too disorientated to even flinch at the brief flood of light.

“Echo, send Rex a message. I’d rather we tell him than have him report it stolen.” Those cool fingers started to pull away and some part of me panicked, grip tightening possessively, breath hitching. I didn’t notice the moment of silence, but when another hand touched mine, gently guiding my hold from that cool hand to his, I didn’t question it, again only distantly noting the brief flare of light.

“Doc? Can you look at me?” Something swept slowly along my thumb. The mass of warmth surrounding me shifted until a face came into some fleeting semblance of focus before me. “Hey.” I watched his lips move but couldn’t quite associate them with the quiet whisper of that deep voice. “You don’t need to say anything, but I want you to try to listen to me.” My brows drew weakly together, unsure if his voice was the memory, or if the calm rumble of Koon’s earnest apology was. “You trust us, right?” There’s no one still alive on that ship. Trust. What did he say?

My shoulder felt too cold, and I vaguely realized it was because he’d moved his hand back up to cup my cheek. My eyes blinked, almost surprised to see that face still staring at me when they opened again. For a moment, I didn’t feel the numb agony of burns, the sharp fire tearing through my ankle. Trust… yes. It may have been the only thing I could be certain of, but I knew I trusted him. The unsure movement shifting my head in a nod felt strange, muscles reluctantly remembering their own existence. His hand tightened around mine, briefly drawing my gaze to that contact before hesitantly returning to his face.

“Good.” He breathed, and I think I should have withdrawn from the attentiveness with which those eyes studied me, but, in that moment, I needed to be seen; needed him to see me to keep from vanishing back to that scarred meadow lit only by the dancing flames. “We’re taking care of it, alright? We’re not going to let a damn thing happen to you, so I want you to just take a breath. Do you understand?” He spoke slowly, quietly, as though talking to a frightened animal. That realization struck me seconds before the realization that no, I didn’t understand… I couldn’t…

My jaw shifted listlessly in a poor mimicry of speech but couldn’t manage more than turning my head into his hand in a silent ‘no’, gaze belatedly lingering on the rich tan of the nicked skin covering hard lines of tendons and muscle. His thumb swept over my cheek, touch easing my eyes back to him.

“That’s okay.” He promised. “Do you remember my name?” His… I should… I should know that… I knew his name. Confused panic stole the breath from my lungs, body rocking slightly as my teeth ground together. Why couldn’t I… Where was I? I didn’t hear him call my name, wide eyes darting around the small, dark room, head twisting back at the sudden realization that I was being held by someone, blind to the worry twisting through those kind eyes as frantic awareness jolted through my body, limbs jerking to life.

“Wai-wait, Doc, I wouldn’-”

“For kriff’s sake, Wrecker, let her go.” A third voice chided from further ahead. The instant I realized I was upright, my body surged from them, hands throwing open the door without any conscious understanding of its existence before tumbling to my knees the instant I was free of that dim room, stomach churning anew amidst the rush of turmoil and dread and confusion.

“Whoa! Hey-hey, easy.” How could that voice sound so calm when my heart felt like it was trying to rip itself free of my chest? He whispered my name with such gentle concern, I couldn’t bring myself to pull away when his hand carefully swept along my back. “Shh, you’re going to be alright, Doc.” Something about the knowing sympathy in that murmur consumed me, body straining to still seizing muscles if only to better hear him. “I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but this will pass… I promise you; this will pass.”

He knew... of course he knew… because… I remembered… I remembered holding him through his own nightmares.

“Echo.” His name broke over my lips in a whimpered sob, and I felt the tension leave him in a slow sigh.

“I’m right here.” He whispered, shifting just a breadth closer to me. I didn’t realize I was crying until the sound of my own sobs seemed to drown out the distant hum of the city. That touch on my back offered only the faintest shift in a subtle invitation, and any hesitation fled me. In an instant, I turned into him, burying my face against his neck as I clung to him, and my heart shuttered at how quickly he locked his arms around me. “Alright… it’s alright, I’ve got you.” Those softly spoken words sent a chill down my spine as they fluttered through my hair.

“She was…” I gasped, hiding in his embrace as the wretched ruin my own voice shattered around me, “She was ri-right there! I le- I left her – how could I leave her?!”

“I know,” He murmured, and, in that moment, I loved him. I loved him for not telling me it wasn’t my fault. I loved him for not telling me there was nothing else I could have done. And I loved him for holding me regardless. “But, right now, you’re here. You’re with me and Hunter and Wrecker and Cross, and we’re damn glad for it.” Those words caught me off-guard, mind pausing to work over them for a long while before slowly pulling back to find those amber eyes, to see the truth in them.

“Tech got us a room. Think you can hold onto me for a minute?” He asked, voice only just loud enough for me to hear.

“I can… I can walk.” The feint of confidence wasn’t enough to fool either of us, but the drive to feel my feet beneath me, to move of my own volition balked at the thought of being carried again.

“Doc…” I didn’t give him the chance to argue, trembling legs already straining to remember how to stand. He quickly shifted to pull my arm over his shoulders and slowly eased us both upright. I had to cling to him more than I anticipated, body swaying violently for several seconds before regaining any semblance of stability. He waited patiently until I took that first step and carefully matched his strides with mine, guiding us toward an open doorway.

Those few steps helped shed that lingering sense of displacement, and the clarity that granted threatened me with a far more desperate fear. We’d barely stepped into the room when the very real threat of what I’d seen sent my heart racing.

“Wait…” I could taste the horror dripping from that single word, barely seeing Echo’s attention dart back to me. “W… where… who sent that video? H-How…” The frenzy of everything that footage implicated washed over me in a flood of panic.

“Easy, Doc; we’re already-” Hunter’s reassuring words fell on deaf ears.

“Wh-where’s my… my datapad-where-” Eyes darting around the room, I only vaguely noticed Tech before pushing forward to try to wrench it from his hands, but Echo held me back, quickly stepping between his brother and me.

“Doc, listen to me: there’s nothing on that datapad that you need to see.” He said, voice just hinting at that commanding power of an arc trooper.

“Get out of my way, Echo, and give me my kriffing datapad.” I growled sharply. Writing. There was writing at one point, right? Scrolling along the top of the screen? I tread quickly around Echo, eyes locked on Tech. He glanced uncertainly passed me, and I didn’t have to look to know he’d sought Hunter’s orders before allowing me to pull the device from his hands.

Painfully aware of the attentive stares of the five men crowded into the small room, I forced my attention to the screen; and then it was all I could see. The video was frozen in the moment after that first scream. Instantly, that tremble stole back through me, hand shaking violently mere inches from that nauseating image, muscles refusing to move even enough for the brief tap needed to play it.

“The sender included a ransom note.” I don’t think I’d ever heard Tech’s voice drop into such a gentle whisper, gaze darting to his with a silent, desperate plea. Tell me. Tell me everything so that I didn’t have to live through that nightmare all over again. “They’ve demanded an extravagant sum of credits in exchange for the original footage, and threatened to turn it in to the jedi counsel should you refuse.” My eyes went wide, face falling slack. Tech easily caught the datapad as it slipped from suddenly limp fingers.

“General…General Koon… I h-I have to warn… Wolffe…” I couldn’t hear the terror in my own voice, guilt tearing through my chest. “They’ll… Wolffe – they’ll decommission him for this!” It wasn’t until Hunter shouted my name, hands clasped tight around my shoulders that I even realized he’d been speaking.

“Breathe.” The word left his lips in a measured, firm order, but I could see the concern darkening those eyes. Blinking back the threat of tears, I vaguely realized my chest was fluttering with those shallow, rapid gasps that offered little more than a fleeting taste of air. His hold softened slightly, and his shoulders began to lift in a slow, deep inhale. Jaw tensing, I struggled to follow his lead despite the way my breath shook with each violent shiver, still, the attempt alone was enough to grant him some sliver of relief.

“Tech already traced it.” He explained in that practiced calm of a hardened soldier, and I found myself hanging onto his every word. “He and Echo are going to find every copy of that video, wipe them from the holonet, and fry every computer it’s ever touched, and we’re going to make sure whoever sent it to you is too afraid of us to ever touch a datapad again.” His thumbs shifted gently over my arms, eyes locked pointedly on mine. “No one is ever going to find out about this.” My diaphragm jerked against the tears clawing up my throat at the words still trying to find voice atop my tongue.

“If it doesn’t work,” I started, but his lips parted to interrupt me. “If it doesn’t work,” I said again, louder, leaving no room for him to object, “You have to promise me… all of you… promise me you won’t go down with me.” I demanded, looking to each of them in turn, loathing the way they balked at my words. “If anyone finds out where I’m from… I’ll-” I couldn’t bite back the sob the very threat of those words tore through me, tears finally slipping from my eyes, but I forced myself to continue, “I’ll be removed from the GAR, probably imprisoned…” I stole a quick breath in the vain hope that it might offer some measure of stillness, but my voice shattered over my next words, “but you… what they’d do to you if they found out…” Again, I let my gaze shift over each of their faces.

Hunter’s hands whispered gently over my cheeks, thumbs absently wiping at the lines of tears as his tall form curled around me. He didn’t say anything for a long while, eyes burring into mine as his jaw worked silently over words he couldn’t seem to settle on.

“If it doesn’t work,” he finally started, only just breathing the words, “I promise you, we’ll figure something out.” A broken scowl twisted over my mouth, but, before I could say anything, he gently touched a thumb to my lips. “You and me, and these di’kuts… we’ll figure something out… but don’t you dare ask us to give up on you… and don’t you dare give up on us.” The fierce determination in those eyes robbed me of any will to argue, strength abandoning me with a suddenness that left me staggering.

Without another word, he pulled me harshly against him, chest swelling with a carefully controlled breath. Instantly, I wilted into his touch, unable even to lift my arms to return that crushing embrace, face hiding against the crook of his neck as I wept, overwhelmed by the fear and guilt and exhaustion. His hand swept up my back, my neck, fingers tangling into my hair. I could feel the steady power of his heartbeat thrumming up his throat, let myself be mesmerized by the calm cadence of his breaths as I tried to believe him, tried to remember the depth of my trust for each of these amazing men.

“Rex is here.” Echo’s whisper held a visceral regret in the simple necessity of being spoken aloud, and Hunter let out a deep sigh.

“Alright. Cross, Wrecker, stay here – no one comes through that door but us. You two, with me.” He continued speaking with that gentleness as he turned his attention down to me. “Is it alright if Wrecker holds onto you for a while?” He asked quietly. I tried not to think about why he’d felt the need to ask, unwilling to even pretend I didn’t need this form of comfort in that moment as my head simply nodded. Still, he didn’t release me until Wrecker’s massive hands slipped around my still shaking form, and I turned into the towering man without hesitation as he enveloped me in those powerful arms.

“We’ll be back as soon as we can, but it might be a while.” I didn’t need to look at him to know he was talking to Crosshair, and, without another word, he, Echo and Tech were gone.

“Couldn’t give two kriffs where they are…” It wasn’t a full minute before the quietly growled words rumbled through his chest. “Wish Tech would just tell who they are… I’d make sure they’d never even think about threatening you again.” The anger storming through him was heartbreaking in itself. I treasured the brilliant glee that usually lit up his voice. Knowing I was the reason he was so filled with fury…

“Wrecker.” There was a quiet warning in Crosshair’s voice.

“I know you lot don’t think I can be stealthy, but this’d be worth it! In-an’-out quiet an’ fast; then we wouldn’t even have worry about”

“Wrecker!” The sniper hissed. Belatedly realizing the effect his words had on me, Wrecker’s shoulders sank, arms softening into something almost tentative.

“Sorry.” He whispered, and I broke anew, teeth burring into my lips to stifle the sobs at the guilt for his own remorse. A quick sigh sounded behind us. I didn’t hear his footsteps, but, when those elegant hands pulled me away from Wrecker’s hesitant embrace, I wasn’t surprised to see those harsh eyes studying me.

“They’ve got a shower here, Wrecker. Use it and sober up.” I wanted to say something, to promise Wrecker that he’d done nothing wrong; that I adored him and knew he only wanted to protect me, but, when Crosshair silently pulled me against his chest, I was too taken aback to speak. Wrecker paused for only a moment longer before reluctantly walking away.

“Come on.” It was an order, but there was a foreign softness to his voice that I couldn’t begin to fight, limbs automatically moving to follow him as he guided me across the room to a worn bed. Only then did I realize he’d already stripped his upper body of armor; felt the heat radiating from the broad muscles of his chest. He didn’t bother kicking off his boots though, holding me firmly against him with one arm while absently shifting the pillows with the other before turning to sit atop the edge of the mattress, easily pulling me with him and, mere seconds later, he was reclining leisurely against the wedge of padding, an almost bored expression staring blindly toward the ceiling as he held me casually against him, one leg cocked at my hip as I hid comfortably atop his chest.

“This alright?” I barely heard the whispered words. He didn’t move, eyes still locked on some invisible point beyond the stained paneling above us. I nodded, watching as my hand flared over the soft fabric beneath my cheek. “I think you insulted Tech.” He mumbled, but there was a subtle note of humor in his voice that eased a nearly silent laugh from me before the reasoning behind my doubt crept back in – not in the brilliant man’s capabilities but from the mere weight of the consequences should he fail.

“I ca-I can’t lose you,” I whispered on trembling breaths, fingers shifting to cling to that sleek material, “any of you.”

“We’re soldiers,” He hummed bluntly, but my head jerked so sharply in a silent ‘no’ that whatever else he was going to say was bit back in the absent churning of his jaw. Letting out another sigh, he merely relaxed beneath me, eyes sliding shut.

I couldn’t seem to draw my attention away from the slow dance of this powerful heartbeat against my cheek, from the gentle ebb and flow of his chest swelling beneath me. He was perfectly still at first, arms merely resting around my back, but, as the seconds ticked by, his hand began shifting absently against my shoulder, fingers slipped along the my ribs, his head tucked down to just brush his jaw against my hair; only brief, thoughtless movements, then falling still again for several seconds before allowing himself another stolen touch, and how could I feel anything but safe amidst the silent promises whispered in those fleeting moments?

The chorus of deep, leisurely breaths gave the air a comforting weight. The simple proximity and peace in those unhurried sighs and occasional listless shuffle of a limb spoke of absolute safety in the simple ease of their existence. My eyes parted just enough to see the soft light filling the small, derelict room, and my heart jumped at the sight before me.

Hunter lay tucked along the very edge of the bed, one arm folded beneath his head while the other had reached out to grasp my hand in his. Echo was beneath him, one knee hiked up at the very bottom corner of the bed while the other had fallen over the edge at some point, head pillowed atop one of my thighs. Tech was curled against my legs on my other side, arm draped over me for his hand to rest absently on my hip. I could only just see Wrecker’s legs stretching out behind him. And beneath me… Crosshair.

In perfect silence, he brought a finger to his lips, gaze shifting lazily over the sleeping forms of his brothers sprawled out around us. I followed his gaze for a moment before turning back to him with a small nod. He returned gesture, chest swelling beneath a deep breath, the movement gently rocking me against him, and he settled back into the nest of pillows as though it was the most natural thing in the world. I found myself hesitating barely a second longer before letting the tension slip away from me once more, melting into his warmth and that powerful, slow dance of his heartbeat against my cheek. When his hand shifted to sweep tentatively through my hair, I let out a deep sigh, nuzzling subtly into him with a love and gratitude I knew I’d never be able to speak aloud.

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I feel so dumb and silly but is there a different comic/separate comic series where the others are introduced?? Everyone knows about Karri and Ponti but I don't know where to start. 😓

naah they aren't in any other comics yet so I'd personally start in the tags hence why i try to tag everything for record sake BUT tumblr is absolute shit and posts just go missing sometimes even when i tag them and reappear as they fucking please so i can only find so many in depth info abt him but I'll rummage anyway😤

foist im Always gunna shove the Ponti backstory up ya ass so heres his (very long winded srry lmfao) backstory here:

Info about Ponti's previous cult

Ponti dealing with Wig post-death

Ponti's health?

An old post abt Ponti's old squad the 1st post is p good lore wise

Ponti being a pothead facts pfft

Ponti first getting into the squad

ig a quick misc facts is - Ponti is dating Abio and is absolutely (healthily) obsessed - Ponti lives in an abandoned shipping container yard

Kari:

Kari's dragon form

Kari dragon form info 2

Kari fairy abilities

Kari portal ability

squad negative traits that include Kari n Ponti

Kari intro

Kari fashion

Kari's backstory which is super old and some things have completely changed BUT u will get the gist

actually im gunna say it what changed is she ended up dropping out of school and managed to get a small apartment (that she kinda rarely uses now since she's at Ollie's almost always now) she now has a shitty job as a waiter and wants to pursue baking like sweets n stuff and that last part where she """meets the squad""?? ew no so read that ⬆ with a grain of salt plEASE

but yeah thats all i can find but if u have any more questions feel free to ask!!🤘

#i say look thru the tags cause theres drawins shitposts and again actual in depth posts that might fukkin pop up lmfao #ponti #kari #rest of the asks will be answered later bc im going to see spiderverse AAAAAAA((again) shhh)AAAAAA

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kingshimura4872 · 7 months

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Shorts With Shimura

A/N: HI GUYS!!! I'm so sorry lmfao, I had a date with my partner and his friends for a day and we all got blazed.

I've kinda been vibing for the past few days and completely forgot about time as a whole. Anyways, here you goooo

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Pairing: Kirishima x GN! Reader (Pretty sure)

Warnings: Other than heavy topics of injuries and stubbornness, it's pretty mellow, if I missed anything, lmk

Word Count: 2.9K

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"Can't you just accept when people do nice things for you?"

"No, I can't."

You pushed the first aid supplies away, opting to stand up and walk towards the entrance of your makeshift shelter. While on patrol, Pro-Heroes Chargebolt, Red Riot, and yourself had been caught in a sudden attack by a suicide squad of lower class villains. They’d followed your patrol patterns and decided to take the whole block out with extremely powerful explosions. On the lucky side of the day, everyone in the block in question were across town to partake in an annual festival. And anyone who’d stayed behind in their homes were promptly rescued by nearby heroes. On the not so lucky side of the day, no one, including yourselves knew where exactly you were and both the impact of the blast and the large sinkhole that happened because of it trapped all three of you underneath multiple tons of rubble. The impact of the fall itself knocked Chargebolt out immediately as he’d knocked his head on uneven concrete on the way down. Red Riot was heavily injured as well, suffering a broken leg, however he used the last of his energy to knock down a wall of a broken building to shield everyone from any future falling debris. You weren’t spared either, as your left arm broke under a random piece of building that fell on you as soon as you hit the ground. Your right shoulder had been dislocated, but that was a quick fix to you. Everyone was bleeding and Chargebolt, while occasionally stirring, hadn’t properly woken up yet. You’d also sustained a bad sprain on your ankle which hindered your walking ability. However, you hid the pain well, barely showing a limp as you hobbled off. Everyone was covered in blood and dust, smaller bits of concrete in everyone’s hair and hero costumes ripped in many places.

“Just let me help you, Reaper, please? You’ve already fixed both of us up as best you can, it’s only fair.” “I’m fine, Riot. I’ve already splinted my arm, there’s nothing else for you to do.”

“You need to get off that ankle, I know you messed it up.”

You leaned against a large piece of rubble, looking up to see small spots of the now night sky peering through. “I’m fine.”

Riot sighed, wanting to get up to drag you back, but his current condition prohibited him. You’d also splinted his leg with the straightest piece of pipe you pulled out of the area and a random shirt you’d luckily spotted underneath a broken T.V.

Luck was on your side today as you had mindlessly brought your emergency backpack out of your apartment with you on patrol. You hadn’t really thought much about it, knowing you were already too far away to put it back by the time you realized you’d even brought it, so you carried it with you. And lucky for you all, it had everyone you’d need for some kind of multi day crisis. Unopened foods, water bottles, two first aid kits, stitch kits, extra bandages, rubbing alcohol, and more. You didn’t know why you’d brought the bag with you but you thanked your lucky stars you did. It made fixing those boys up a legion easier and because it seemed the other heroes hadn’t pinpointed your exact location yet, the food and water definitely helped. Charge Bolt would definitely need some when he woke up.

“Please? At least come back here so we can talk quieter. I don’t wanna wake him before he’s ready.” Riot tried again, leaning against another piece of broken wall. It wasn’t the comfiest he thought, but they didn’t have much to work with. You sighed, giving into the request, walking back slowly and sitting down beside the redhead.

“Thank you.” He whispered. You let out a small hum, taking the half drunk water bottle you both had used and taking another sip. Your throat had been bone dry the whole night but you did your best to conserve what you had, not knowing how long you might be down here.

“Can I please clean you up? At least bandage that cut on your head.” He pushed, reaching for the kit again.

“Why are you so persistent?” You huffed, setting the bottle down and crossing your arms as best you could. It was really your unbroken arm gently gripping the other while the broken one moved to sit in your lap.

“Because it’s what I do. Besides, we were all hurt and you’re the only one who hasn’t been properly cared for. You splinted my leg, fixed my wounds and helped Kaminari the best you could, but you’re the only one with wounds that are still open and vulnerable.”

“I don’t need help. My cuts are fine, I heal fast.”

“Not fast enough.”

You let out another sigh, glaring the hero down. His stare remained unwavering and after a few minutes of silent staring, you gave in.

“Fine.” You groaned. “Just be quick about it.”

You could see his face brighten as he swiftly placed the kit in his lap and you slid closer to him so he wouldn’t have to move too much.

“This’ll sting.” He warned.

“Just do it.” You grumbled, closing your eyes as he dabbed the cuts on your face, neck and shoulders with an alcohol soaked piece of fabric. You winced just a bit when he got to a deeper slice on your neck, but otherwise made no protest. He gently placed small bandages over each now semi cleaned wound and sat back once he was done, proud of his work.

“Done. For now anyways. How’s your arm feeling?”

You looked down at the makeshift splint you’d made, noticing the slight bend in your upper arm from the fracture and all of the bruising that stretched over your entire body. “Feels fine.” You hummed, leaning back against the rubble with him. “As good as a broken bone can feel anyways. How’s the leg?”

“Hurts like a sucker, but you did a good job keeping it straight.” He chuckled, looking down at his leg.

“Can you move your foot at all?” You asked. He focused for a minute, his foot slightly jerking to the side once before he relaxed it again. “A bit. That’s a good sign I think.”

You nodded, leaning your head back against the cold surface only for a moment before lifting it again to glance over at your unconscious co-worker. He jostled a smidge, but eventually settled back under your blanket - which had also been in the bag. Your eyes softened just a bit seeing your old classmate in such a state, knocked out with no real way to see if he was alright. It hurt your heart a little to know you couldn’t help them any more than you had already and it hurt even more to see the way Kirishima uncomfortable shifted trying to settle himself back onto the rubble. You couldn’t fix this. Not with the way you were anyway. Your entire body felt like lead, your head was fuzzy and sleep tugged at your eyelids as you forced yourself to stay up for their sake.

“You should sleep.” You mumbled, reaching into your bag to see what else you had. You had an old jacket in there, belonging to a long forgotten ex. It was much bigger than you, which at this moment in time, you thanked him for as you pulled it out and handed it to your conscious partner. “Here. This should fit you. It’s getting colder, so you should cover up your torso.”

“What about you?” He asked, a tone of concern coating his voice.

“I’m fine. I’m used to the cold, so it’s no big deal for me.” That was a lie. You were freezing. Sure you were used to the cold, but it was the dead of winter right now and you were almost certain that it could probably snow with the current temperature. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was shirtless and the temperature was dropping drastically the later it got.

“Are you sure-”

“Yes, Red. Please, just-” You sighed slowly. “Just take the damn jacket.”

He hesitantly accepted the jacket, slipping it on and zipping it up. You slowly rose to your feet, making your way over to a sleeping Charge Bolt, kneeling and checking his pulse and forehead. He was alive and for the most part warm. That was good. You watched as he once again squirmed around, the blanket on him riding off his shoulders as he struggled to lay on his side.

“He’s movin’ around, that’s a good sign. Means he’s not too far gone at least.” You muttered, grabbing the top of the blanket and pulling it back over his shoulders. He subconsciously snuggled into the fabric and your lips couldn’t help but curl upwards a bit as you stood back up and went back to your previous spot. You looked down at the cracked walkie talking in between you and Kirishima, letting out a small breath as you picked it up and pressed down the button.

“Reaper speaking. I’m still here with Red Riot and Chargebolt. If anyone’s around, we need you to look for a way into the sinkhole to get them.” You spoke, lifting your finger and hesitantly waiting for a response. When nothing but broken static came to you, you put it down, closing your eyes in defeat. “Dammit. Who the hell is in charge of comms up there?” You whispered, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I’m sure there are people already looking for a safe way in. Don’t worry, they wouldn’t just leave us here.” Kirishima smiled, placing a warm hand on your thigh. You looked down at it, eyes softening again.

“I hope not. I can’t trust a damn thing they do until it happens.”

“Why? Why do you never trust others, Reaper? We’ve never let you down.” His tone came out a little defensive, something he quickly noticed, giving you a slightly apologetic look.

“Because-...Just because.” You bit the inside of your cheek, cursing yourself for almost letting it slip. He didn’t need to know.

“(Y/N), please. You can trust me, if not anyone else. We just wanna help you.”

“No you don't, no one ever has. No one ever did.” You huffed, gripping your other leg with your unbroken hand.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean what I said, okay? No one ever came to help me when I was in trouble, so until they come to help you two, I have no goddamned reason to trust any of ‘em.” You snapped, looking away from his pitiful gaze.

“But what about you? You’re here too.”

“I don’t need anyone’s damn help. I’ve made it this far, I’m not gonna start now.”

He sighed slowly, letting silence wash over you. It stung. The memories of your childhood spent alone and in fear. The memories of your high school years spent ducking from everyone and walking on eggshells to avoid anyone that tried to upshow you. Everyone knew you were strong, you knew it too. But you didn’t like flaunting that fact. Whenever someone would be paired to spar with you, you intentionally lost, immediately leaving the arena as soon as you could. You didn’t like hurting people. You didn’t like having to fight the people you’d eventually have to work with. For the first year or two, this definitely didn’t mull over well with your fiery blonde bomb of a classmate Bakugou Katsuki, who quickly realized your fleeing tactic and would try and force you into real sparring matches.

The one day he caught you in a bad mood while you were walking to the common room in the dorm building, you laid him on the floor in less than a few seconds, glaring at him and walking into the kitchen to get a snack.

Everyone watched in awe as you moved in a blink and he was suddenly shoved onto the carpet, coughing for breath while you simply walked off with no words spoken. Neither of you talked about that day for different reasons - him, his pride. And you, embarrassment that you let yourself go like that.

Another day, everyone was paired for a training period fighting against seasoned pros and while everyone had two people to a group, because of the odd number, you’d been added to Bakugou and Midoriya’s pair. Of course it wasn’t just random choice, however you never really understood the reason why. Nor did you really care. You had a chance to go head to head with the one man you loathed in this world. You hated All Might, but you wouldn’t tell anyone why to save your life. That was something that you’d take to your grave.

Why Bakugou and Midoriya were bickering, you were running around, attempting to locate the Hero. When you did finally find him, he had appeared in front of the two boys, sending them flying while you balled your fists. You used your quirk, manifesting a large scythe as you charged for him. The edge was dulled for obvious reasons but it was still strong enough to get the job done. By the tie he’d realized your presence, you’d swung the weapon around, knocking him down. Or so you thought. You quickly spun around to see the 7”2 menace behind you and prepping a punch. Your eyes widened as you jumped back, letting go of your weapon as it dissipated into dust.

For a while, it was constant back and forth, dealing blows to each other and dodging others. Bakugou and Midoriya had since returned to the site, stunned still at the scene playing out. A high schooler was giving the Number one hero - the symbol of peace - a run for his money. They wanted to join in on the fight, but they felt like they couldn’t. You were on a whole different level from them and it left them wondering how you even had to go through this school to become a hero. You were strong enough to become one without the training.

All Might kept dodging your attacks which eventually began to tick you off. “Quit running away, dammit! Fight me for real!” You barked, letting go of the weapon you had as you manifested your scythe again. “I’m getting real tired of this cat and mouse bullshit!”

You landed a few more blows on him, and he, you before he’d caught onto a small opening. He leapt forward, ramming his large knee into your stomach and knocking all the air from your lungs. The sudden shockwave caused you to release your weapon as he grabbed you and flung you a few yards back into the dirt. And while you laid there catching your breath, your training partners took advantage of the opening to get their own licks in.

A few minutes later, you heard the hero exclaim how you’d all passed and made his way over to you. You lay there motionless, an arm over your eyes as he picked you up and put you on your feet.

“You’ve done well today, Young (Y/N). You’ve passed.” He smiled as you stared blankly at him. No I didn’t. You thought. Nevertheless, you were ushered back to your group as you continued a blank stare at the ground. You were silent for the rest of the week.

“You should sleep, (Y/N). I’ll take first watch and if Kaminari wakes up, I’ll wake you.” Kirishima’s offer cut through your silent monologuing as you blinked and looked up at him.

“N-...No, you sleep first. I’ll take watch for if anyone decides to show up.” You rebutted, squirming around a little.

“You’re tired.” “So are you.”

“But you’ve done more.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to stop.”

“(Y/N).”

“What?”

“Just let me help you for once. You said you don’t trust people until they do something, so I’m doing something now. Go to sleep. I’ll wake you after a few hours.” His tone was assertive and you couldn’t help the surprised look on your face. “But-”

“Ah. Sleep.” He cut in, staring demandingly into your eyes.

“I don’t-”

“I don’t wanna hear it. I wanna see you sleeping, so do it.” He ordered.

You swallowed, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. You weren’t used to being told what to do like this. It wasn’t from a malicious place. He was doing this out of care for his co-worker. His friend. You couldn’t fight him anymore, your body getting heavier and your eyes dropping a bit. He seemed a little proud at his feat as he unzipped his jacket and pulled you to his chest.

“And you are cold, I know it. We can keep the both of us semi-warm this way.”

“But you-”

“Nope. Not gonna listen to anything else you say until after you sleep.”

You huffed a bit in annoyance but didn’t fight it as you situated yourself so as to not accidentally press against his hurt leg.

“...Are you sure you'll be alright?” You whispered, a tinge of worry in your voice.

“I’ll be alright, I promise. If anything happens, I’ll wake you, okay? Promise.” He hummed, holding you closer. You nodded lightly against him as you finally let sleep take over you.

“I won’t let anything happen to you.” He muttered, placing a soft hand in your hair as you slumped and relaxed against him.

#anime #anime x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #my hero academia #kirishima x you #eijirou kirishima #kirishima x reader

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possibly-in-wonderland · 5 months

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Boromir and his chaotic hobbit wife #2

(still thinking of a name for her, im considering either magnolia or myrtle...anyway...here's more! once again, this features other members of the fellowship)

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Hobbitess: Don't ask me what I'm talking about. I don't know, okay? I'm just the vessel. The message has been gifted. I've moved on.

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Hobbitess: Okay, truth or dare? Boromir: Truth Hobbitess: How many hours have you slept this week? Boromir: Boromir: ...Dare Hobbitess: Go to bed. Boromir: I don't like this game.

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Boromir: This is such a bad idea. Hobbitess: Then why are you coming along? Boromir: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

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Hobbitess: I prevented a murder today. Boromir: Really? How'd you do that? Hobbitess: self control.

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Hobbitess: I am an expert at identifying birds. Boromir: Okay, what about those ones flying over there? Hobbitess: Yeah, they're all birds.

(honestly that one could go either way lmfao)

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Boromir: Is something burning? Hobbitess: Just my love for you. Boromir: love, the toaster is on fire.

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Hobbitess: Change is inedible. Boromir: Don't you mean inevitable? Hobbitess, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

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Boromir: You're giving me a sticker? Hobbitess: Not just a sticker.That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me- wow!” Boromir: I'm not a preschooler. Hobbitess: Fine, I'll take it back Boromir: I earned this, back off!

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Boromir: Dumbest scar stories, go! Hobbitess: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Merry: I dropped a pan on my leg once and burned it. Pippin: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Sam: I was taking a pot of noodles off of the stove and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn. Frodo: Frodo: I have emotional scars.

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Hobbitess: Rules are made to be broken. Boromir: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Merry: Uh, piñatas. Pippin: Glow sticks. Sam: Karate boards. Frodo: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. Hobbitess: Rules. Boromir:

(*grumbles in italian about spaghetti*)

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Hobbitess: Bye Boromir! Bye Gandalf! Bye Gimli! Bye Aragorn! Bye Boromir! Pippin: You said ‘bye Boromir’ twice. Hobbitess: I like Boromir.

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Hobbitess: Pippin, can I talk to you for a second? Pippin: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Boromir are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss? Hobbitess: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.

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(modern au)

Boromir: Hobbitess and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us Aragorn: *Sighing* What did Hobbitess do? Boromir: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and... Hobbitess: Who wants a steering wheel?

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Hobbitess, after Boromir's death: ive come to a point in my life where i need a stronger word than "fuck"

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fair warning, these next few will probably be spicy

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Hobbitess: Well, Boromir and I finally did it! The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.* Hobbitess: That's right... We kissed!

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Boromir: I feel like doing something stupid. Hobbitess: I’m stupid, do me.

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Boromir: What are you in the mood for? Hobbitess: World domination. Boromir: That's a bit ambitious. Hobbitess: You are my world. Boromir: Aww... Hobbitess: Boromir: Hobbitess: Boromir: OH.

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Boromir: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things. Hobbitess: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

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Hobbitess: I like your new pants! Boromir: Thanks, they were 50% off! Hobbitess: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks* Boromir: The store can’t just give away clothes for free. Hobbitess: Thats’s… not what I meant. Boromir: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Hobbitess.

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Hobbitess: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out? Boromir: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

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Hobbitess: It'll be fun. Hobbitess: We'll make a day of it. Hobbitess: Come on you punk bitch. Boromir: I can't believe I have to say this. Boromir: I don't have time to get tested for sti's with you tomorrow.

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Hobbitess: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration* Boromir: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Hobbitess: I— Hobbitess: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

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Boromir: Wow, Hobbitess, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you. Hobbitess: We literally slept together yesterday. Boromir: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

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alright, back to non-spicy stuff

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Hobbitess: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy. Boromir: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep. Hobbitess: I said within reason, Boromir. How about I murder that guy? Boromir: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't? Hobbitess: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

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Hobbitess: I got us matching friendship bracelets, and you say I don't care about our relationship. Boromir: These are handcuffs. Hobbitess: Yeah, 'cause we're partners in crime!

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Boromir: You have to apologize to them Hobbitess. Hobbitess: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

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Pippin: Where did you get that tomato soup? Hobbitess: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

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Pippin: My head hurts. Gandalf: That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

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Gimli: Did you ever have like a pet run away and find it or anything? Hobbitess: I had a lizard that I burnt.

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Hobbitess: *Hugs Boromir from behind* Hobbitess: *Tucks Boromir's hair behind his ear* Hobbitess, whispering: Eat all the frosted animal crackers again and they'll never find your body.

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Boromir: This is a bad idea. Hobbitess: Then why are you coming along? Boromir: Someone has to get your injured ass home.

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Boromir to Hobbitess: Turn that frown upside-down! *a little while later* Boromir: What are you doing? Hobbitess, trying to do a handstand: You told me to “turn that frown upside-down” but it’s not working .

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#lotr #lord of the rings #boromir #boromirs hobbit wife #gimli son of gloin #aragorn son of arathorn #pippin took #gandalf the grey #merry brandybuck #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee

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Snow Angels? Smash.

A/N: hello. Enjoy. This is a thing. Forgive me for the title. Events take place after chapter 1 (of the TV series). Back to chronological order hehe. Even though I might not do every chapter lmfao. Tagging my heartstopper squad as always, for the inspo @writingwitharlo @happyandticklish @nhasablogg @veryblushyswitch

Word count: ~1259

Ding.

"Want to hang out at my place this weekend, Nellie would love to finally meet you"

Charlie's heart did several somersaults as he read the message from Nick. He typed and deleted several texts before settling with a simple and hopefully not too desperate "yes!!". He immediately texted his friends; his key smashing revealing how overjoyed he was.

"Going somewhere?"

Charlie, startled, looked up at his sister, who of course was sipping a glass of apple juice through her straw.

"Nick invited me over"

"You like him" she replied matter-of-factly.

"I do not… Okay maybe a little. Alright maybe a lot…"

"You're hopeless Charlie Spring… have fun lover boy"

"Shut up"

He quickly got himself changed (after happily squealing into his pillow) and made it to Nick's place. The closer he got to the door, the more nervous he became.

He's straight, he doesn't like you like that… He sadly reminded himself. After a few moments of practicing his greeting, he knocked on Nick's door.

"Hi"

They stood there with goofy smiles, taking in the sight of one another.

Woof

A bark interrupted the two.

"Aww she is so cute!" Charlie exclaimed, bending down to give Nellie some much deserved pets.

Just like you… Nick thought to himself, quickly brushing the thought off and inviting Charlie to come to his room.

"Want to smash?"

After seeing the puzzled look on Charlie's face, Nick realized the embarrassing error he just made.

"Uh like smash bros… I didn't mean to say it uh like that-"

Charlie giggled at the blushing lad, picking up a controller.

"I got to warn you I'm pretty good"

And good he was. Nick barely stood a chance, hardly even damaging Charlie's stupid pink Kirby. Charlie even went as far as to utterly disrespect him by using Wii Fit Trainer and winning.

Charlie made the mistake of looking over at Nick. He smiled at the focused face he made, eyebrows all scrunched up with his tongue poking out with pure concentration in his eyes. He was only snapped out of his trance with the sound of aggressive button smashing.

"Oh come on. I basically had you! Man you're good at video games, all school subjects, especially math, and sports. Like I've seen you run-"

Charlie smiled bashfully as Nick went on and on about how great at everything he was. Finally he had enough and gave him a playful poke to his ribs with a "Shut up" for emphasis.

Nick flinched a bit, but that was far from enough to stop him complimenting Charlie. Charlie whined and finally clasped his hand over Nick's mouth, tackling him on the bed.

But Nick was a cheeky one. Although practically muffled, he still was listing off more stuff. He definitely was asking for it at this point. Straddling his waist, Charlie wasted no time scribbling up and down his ribs, causing the boy to finally shut up and bite his lips, trying so hard not to laugh.

"Aww Nick does this tickle? I see you trying to laugh, how long do you think you'll last?"

Shaking his head in defiance, Nick challenged him with a determined look in his eyes. He was putting up a good fight until Charlie's fingers inched closer and closer under his arms.

At this point, giggles started to sputter from his lips.

"Oh my gosh are you literally shaking right now?? You're so red Nick, are you breathing?"

Charlie and his stupid incessant teases.

"Fine you win…"

"WOOHOO-OHAHAHAHA-"

Charlie was an evil lad, and Nick was adorably naïve. As Nick prematurely celebrated by shooting his hands in the air, Charlie jumped on the opportunity to bury his fingers under Nick's arms. Nick's eyes bugged out of his head, the ticklish shocks of Charlie's wiggling fingers sent his nerves into overdrive. Nick felt every scribble and scratch and it just tickled so bad. Would he want it to stop? Something inside him told him he liked this. This was... fun? Charlie seemed like he was enjoying it too, that adorable smile of his only growing larger as Nick's laughter echoed in his room.

The second Charlie's hand touched his tummy, Nick suddenly found the strength to turn the tables. Charlie wasn't prepared for Nick to suddenly pin his wrists down.

Sparks flew. Time stopped. The boys locked eyes with each other. Their faces awfully close. Charlie looked up so sweetly at Nick, his eyes examining him intently.

"It's snowing!" Charlie exclaimed looking past Nick at the window.

"Race ya"

They ran to the backyard with Nellie in tow. It was beautiful; the ground gently covered in a blanket of white crystals. It would have been nice to embrace the serenity of the scene but Nick had other plans. A snowball was hurled right into Charlie's back.

"I can't believe you've done this"

Yet another snowball was launched, landing right in the middle of Charlie's chest. Nick was really egging him on, and if it's a fight he wants, a fight is exactly what he'll get. Several clumps of snow were thrown back and forth as the two giggled when Nellie tried to catch them. Eventually they got tired and decided to make snow angels instead.

Nick reached over to tickle him, something urging him to disrupt the peace until his revenge was carried out.

He didn't mean to. He really didn't mean to but Charlie grimaced and violently flinched away. This deeply concerned Nick who was apologizing profusely. It wasn't his fault. It was just… Well a story for another time.

After reassuring the saddened Nick that he was in fact, okay, he suggested that they watch a movie together.

Charlie's House

Well that was the plan… But Charlie fell asleep halfway through. Nick was oblivious to this until the credits rolled and he looked to see his… friend fast asleep. He couldn't stop looking at him. His face looked so peaceful. Charlie Spring, the quiet lad from homeform who has become such a staple in Nick's life. He honestly didn't know what the warm feelings that bubbled in his core meant, perhaps it was the fizzy pop he drank earlier. Nick looked at his lips, his heart fluttering a bit as he thought about- no. His eyes traveled down to Charlie's hand. The same hand that has been so gentle to him. The same one that uh tickled him. The hand that made him smile. He wanted to hold it, he had to. His hand hovered over the sleeping boy's, his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. He was so close but he couldn't.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"You look so cuddly in that"

Seriously Nick, why the hell would you say that?

"Oh, I-I do?"

"Yeah… well um this was fun"

"Yeah…"

Tori watched this all unfold, withholding herself from telling the boys to stop beating around the bush and just be.

Nick pulled Charlie into a warm hug. It was a hug that said so much that neither could form into words. Nick quickly did a small cough as he pulled out of the hug that lasted a tad too long.

"See you Monday," he said hurriedly.

Charlie nodded, watching the other almost scramble out the door, still stunned by the sudden hug.

"I don't think he's straight" Tori chimed from behind Charlie, finally making her presence known.

Nick's House

The rugby lad sat on his bedroom floor distraught to see that an online quiz told him he was 69% gay. A tear fell from his face as a freshly bared branch tapped against his window.

#twordpinion #tword community #tword content #tword fic #heartstopper fic #heartstopper tword content #heartstopper tword fic #if you would like to be removed from tags do not be afraid to let me know 👁👄👁

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Sayato’s Story Chapter 1

i had an earlier draft of this but i felt like revamping it and splitting it more efficiently into chapters than i did first time writing it- this feels more prologue-y than anything really so i was torn between calling it chapter 1 or prologue lmfao. anyway i’ve worked on this for over a year now and maybe if i actually start posting chapters it’ll motivate me to actually get this full thing finished.

this story series is going to get heavy. if you’re particularly sensitive toward the subject matter of bullying/abuse this story may not be for you. if other triggering material comes up in future chapters i will be issuing warnings for the things there, as things like the mention of self-harm and suicidal ideations come up later.

anyway enough preamble. story under the cut!

A fight breaks out in the training grounds; it’s a normal sight for instructor Shirou Katsuragi’s class, admittedly- at least, between this pair of students involved anyway. The rest of the class crowds around the two squabbling kids, eager to witness this mess. Shirou, however, was out on a lunch break on what was the final day of class before their graduation the following week.

A blonde girl had a brunette boy pinned to the ground. He struggled to fight back against her, his frame being quite a bit smaller than hers, so it wasn’t working out well in his favor. “You're so cute when you're pathetic and beaten down like this, Sayato!” The girl sneered.

The boy looked more annoyed by her than anything else and gave a roll of his eyes in response before finally speaking up.

“Shut it Shiori. The mind games aren’t gonna work, haven’t worked in a long time. Everyone here knows you’re in love with Ak-” A swift punch to the brunette’s face shut him up real quick.

“I can't believe someone as weak as you managed to graduate. I feel sorry for whoever gets stuck on your squad considering you can't even fight back against a girl.” Shiori went to insult and degrade him, trying to move the subject on from Sayato’s earlier remark.

“Maybe if you weren't so heavy, I'd have a chance.” Sayato usually didn’t really care to make disparaging remarks like that about others, but landing a low blow on the vain Shiori was an exception to that.

“You FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Shiori immediately brought her hands toward Sayato’s neck. This went from a simple schoolyard fight to a serious one-sided brawl very quickly. She was already mad about Sayato implying who she had a crush on, but now to have him attack her body image was a step too far.

A gray-haired kid, one who appeared to look a few years younger than the rest of his peers in the class, ran away from the scene. Other kids stood there, discussing it all amongst themselves in the meantime.

A girl who hadn’t been there however, came to the training grounds to see what was going on after having finished her own lunch. When she came onto the scene, the mood changed immediately. Many of the kids tensed up or took their distance from her. Her name is Hibana Uchiha, and she unfortunately has her sharingan activated at all times, unable to turn it off.. She was seen by many as emotionally unstable and intimidating as a result of this.

Despite her reputation, she knew she had to step in. It’s not like anyone else was going to do a damn thing. They’d rather sit around and talk about how funny it is that Sayato’s getting beat up by a girl or who they think Shiori has a thing for.

Hibana made her way to the center, trying to pull Shiori off of Sayato and shouting “Stop!”

Shiori did as Hibana said, giving a glare to the Uchiha who decided to butt into the brawl. “Is this any of your business?”

“I’m...I'm sick of the way you pick on people like Kaiko and Sayato! It's awful! You're awful! You think you're better than everyone else and it's tiring! You don't mess with me, probably because you're scared of me just like Akio is, huh?!” As soon as Hibana said that, more whispers and murmurs started. “Now get off of Sayato, or I'll make you.” She growled, tugging at the blonde’s arm. She didn’t know it, but a second tomoe had formed on her sharingan.

Before Shiori could respond in turn, the gray-haired youngster returned in tow with an older man. “Again? Jeez…” The white-haired instructor looked exasperated. Not the first time he’s seen Shiori and Sayato duke it out, but it is the first time he’s seen Hibana get involved.

“Kids, stop fighting… you’re all technically genin now, can’t you save this for the battlefield?” A half-hearted response. Again, nothing new. He was used to this, and he was definitely over it all.

“Aw Haine, why’d you have to go and snitch like this? The fight was starting to get good!” A slightly older student with face markings complained at the fight being stopped.

The fight broke up, Shiori getting off of Sayato, Hibana letting go of Shiori’s arm and helping Sayato off of the ground, and the kids separating off into different groups to talk amongst their peers.

Sayato was surprised that someone for once had actually come to his defense. He wasn’t exactly well-liked in class. He made no effort to really socialize with others, and treated class as if it were a joke a lot. Still, he managed to figure out the clone jutsu before anyone else in class could, much to the pleasure of Katsuragi who was probably thankful he didn’t have to deal with the class clown for another semester.

“Uh… thanks for getting involved back there…?” He said, a little awkwardly.

“You don’t need to thank me!” Hibana replied back. “I’ve kinda been getting tired of her mean girl shtick and this gave me the chance to almost do something about it.” There was a faint blush in her cheeks.

“You’re an Uchiha, right?” Sayato said, asking the stupidly obvious.

Hibana nodded in affirmation.

“If you’ve got any relatives working at the Uchiha police station, do any of them still mention my dad? He liked to help out from time to time, and his birthday is coming up on our graduation day so I’ve been thinking a lot about him lately.”

Hibana gave a contemplative face. “Uhh… there’s a plaque for a guy named Shohei Yasuda there I think, if that’s your dad! It’s been a while since I’ve actually gone to the station myself. I’m not sure if they still talk about him there, adults don’t really like to discuss ‘serious’ stuff with us…”

“That IS my dad!”

Sayato and Hibana talked for a while longer, mostly about family stuff. Or well, in Sayato’s case, lack of family. Sayato had lost his parents when the Nine Tailed Fox rampaged a few years prior, leaving him an orphan. Other topics discussed were what they wanted to do in the future, how much they looked forward to graduation and obtaining their headbands, and getting to know each other. It was funny, neither of them really had reached out to one another outright before besides maybe something as simple as a “Can I borrow a pencil” type of conversation in class, but now that their time in the Academy was up and graduation was imminent, they were getting friendly. It’s the first time in a few years Sayato could say he’s had that kind of connection with someone.

The sun was setting and most kids had already made it back home. Two adults, a man and a woman approached the school grounds, coming up to Hibana.

“Hibana dear, it’s starting to get late.” The woman, presumably her mother, said with a tone indicating it was time for her to get going.

Hibana looked a bit dismayed. She was having a good time with Sayato, but unfortunately home was calling. “Bye Sayato! See you at the graduation ceremony next week!” She said, walking off with her parents.

“See ya! Thanks again for helping out!” Sayato said, being a bit vague about what that helping out entailed as to not snitch her out to her parents.

“Sayato? That's Shohei's boy, right? Glad to hear he graduated too. Maybe you'll be on the same squad as him!” Hibana's dad said, giving a small fatherly ruffle to Hibana's hair.

“Uh huh! And Shohei’s birthday is coming up soon, so you better pay your respects to him!” Hibana said, boasting her newfound information about a man who she didn’t really know, but knew that he obviously mattered to Sayato.

“Oh, is it?” Hibana’s mother said.

That was all Sayato could hear before the family got out of earshot for him. And there he stood, the last kid at the academy. No parents, no guardians there to drag him home. And it was about time for him to take his leave too.

The lonesome boy made his way back home, greeted by a usual silence. Bunny themed knick-knacks adorned various places within the house. A few picture frames were there, but they were pushed down. Maybe a little too sad to have those up all the time and remind him of what he was robbed of, he thought.

Tonight’s “dinner” composed of a cup of instant ramen. Nutritious. But Sayato didn’t really know how to cook much, and admittedly was a little reckless in how he spent his monthly orphan stipend, but he felt the candy he liked to buy was more worth it than getting something sustainable.

After taking care of some other basic needs like showering and brushing his teeth, it was time for Sayato to go to bed, albeit getting to sleep was a struggle for him, as he did have semi-frequent nightmares. Going to bed was like a gamble, one he didn’t particularly like to take, but an unavoidable one. He flopped into bed, eventually passing out for the night.

#fic #sayato's story #i also didn't have this beta read lol #naruto oc

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