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how soon is now? | part two

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♡: hallway crush!ellie x uni student!reader

☆: the long-awaited second part of this godforsaken fic (lawd she’s given me trouble). appreciate y'all's patience as always, i'm a chronic procrastinator and perfectionist but what can i do. after this, i'm gonna take a break from this series. not saying i'll never write more, but wanna work on some other stuff for a while. thank you for reading! pretty please don’t hate me or show up at my house waving torches and pitchforks for this ending ok luv u gays in my phone. + a big thank you to @total-dxmure for helping me w/ some ideas for the last little bit!

♧:5.7k word count (lawd)

◇: sfw! miscommunication (sawry). fluffy moments, angst lowkey…both of yall cry at one point or another, reader has anxiety in the last chunk. modern au but joel isn’t alive in this, and they discuss it. maybe some rushed points here and there, i’m not really the proudest of this but needed to finish it anyway. potentially horrendous pacing but ok i think that’s all? idfk i may give y’all a little epilogue eventually, but don't dwell on it for the time being!

4 months later

Your friendship with Ellie was evolving wonderfully. You two were studying together frequently, and both your grades in the ghastly astrophysics class increased exponentially. Although that wasn't the only thing that was increasing at a rate too fast to fathom. Your crush on her. It was ripping you apart like wildfire, Ellie was proving herself to be such a wonderful person inside and out, and you were slowly but surely nearing your limit of how much it could build before you burst. A movie spin off of the Savage Starlight series had come to streaming, and Ellie had invited you to her place for a movie night so you two could watch it and discuss if it was a faithful entry in your beloved series or not.

Dressed in some comfortable pjs and armed with snacks of all kinds, your favorites as well as hers, the time had come and you were at her door. You straighten your posture and put your hair back in place, must look presentable, then knock, knock, knock.

You could hear some faint shuffling behind the door, then a few thudding steps until she opened it for you. She was dressed in an old, worn Nirvana tee, and red checkered pajama pants, damn she looked good, even when she was dressed with less effort than usual.

Ellie looked so pleased to see you, leaning on the doorframe. Why did she have to look so good all the time? “Hi! I’m so glad you came, ooh this is gonna be so fun.” She invited you in and took the snacks from your arms and placed them inside her room. “Oh yeah, I also put up some decor too so we can get into the Savage Starlight spirit.” Her eyes were wide and twinkling and when she stepped aside to let you see, she really had made her room so welcoming and comfortable.

The lights were all off save for LEDs around the room’s perimeter set to a dreamy violet hue, sparkly fairy lights draped around the frame of her bed which was set up so cozily. Her laptop propped up on a pillow, the sheets arranged in a nest-like formation with two spaces for each of you. She even had a few dinosaur stuffed animals placed in a row so they could watch too.

You were so flattered she'd do that and make the atmosphere so nice for the two of you, you could just tackle her in a hug and never let go.

The thing is you were scared she'd perceive that as weird and you didn't feel like dying of embarrassment, not today at the very least. Save that for another day, maybe. Oh, how you wanted to squeeze her so bad. Your imagination had to do for now.

She was standing there so proud of how she arranged her room into a mini theater, and you beamed at her, silently thanking her for making it so dim so she couldn't see your flustered expression in full.

“Ellie this is amazing!!” “You like it?!? These stupid lights kept on falling off but since this is an important occasion for us both I didn't give up. All for our love, Daniela.” She manipulated her voice and waved in the air with two fists, closed her eyes and put her hand over her heart, just being as dorky as ever.

Oh gosh, hopefully it wasn't going to be awkward. Sure, the two of you had grown to be great friends, but were you that close to be just, relaxing in her bed together? As long as your imagination didn't run too wild and you didn't overthink anything, it was going to be a fun time. Just two pals watching their favorite series, nothing more, nothing less.

She threw herself in the mess of comforters with a grunt, and saw you were hesitating. She patted the empty space next to her so you'd join her and the movie night could begin. “C’mere, don't be shy.” Well, no shit you were going to be shy. Suck it up.

You crawled in next to her, unable to look her in the eyes, while she got everything ready and rubbed her hands together excitedly. “Man, if they do our girl dirty, we’re gonna have to give someone a knuckle sandwich, you with me?” Her jokes and easy going vibes always made her so fun to be around, but unfortunately for you, you fell harder for her every time. “Yeah, Ellie. A knuckle sandwich for all of them.” You retorted with a chuckle. Once both of you were settled, she pressed play and so it began.

As the movie played, the two of you laughed and debated every plot twist, cursing the directors for not portraying your queen Daniela how she deserves, and snacked on candy until your stomachs hurt. It was going so well, the friendly hang out both of you needed after so many responsibilities in life. An escape. Occasionally sneaking peeks Ellie’s way, she was just so marvelously pretty. The shadows dancing on her features, illuminating her side profile perfectly, her long eyelashes and button nose, who wouldn't get lost in admiring her?

Of course you could never fully relax around her, or forget the crush no matter how hard you tried to push it down and just be friends. Every time she shifted next to you in the bed you felt your heart seize and the butterflies in your stomach turn into hornets. At this rate, they were going to turn into whole birds for fuck’s sake.

Nearing the end of the movie, the two of you were so invested, so captivated in the events, totally spellbound.

But then the film took a more emotional turn that wasn't in the comics. Daniela and her father had an absolutely vicious argument which left the two of you speechless watching it, which luckily got quickly resolved right after the two characters had a near-death experience together.

You weren't one to get emotional over silly, trivial things like fiction, but the way they showed this entire sequence was nothing short of heart-wrenching. You snatched up one of Ellie's patterned pillows and hugged it tightly to your chest, because cuddling her would have been much too bold for the likes of you. But what you’d give to do that instead.

Seems you were not the only one touched by the scene, as you began to hear some light sniffling from next to you. Looking over at Ellie made your heart break further into a million pieces. She looked lost in thought with thin lines of tears streaming down her plump, freckled cheeks.

You froze for a moment, not knowing the limits of your relationship with her and how you could comfort her best. So you cleared your throat and mumbled, “That was so sad…” You watched as she avoided your gaze and wiped at her face with the collar of her t-shirt, “Yeah, this kind of stuff hits me, feels a little personal y’know.” She has never opened up to you about her struggles before, in the short time you’ve known and gotten close with Ellie, it always seemed like she was there to help you out, not the other way around. This could be your chance to show her that you are there for her as well, and that she can always count on you.

Being curious but at the same time not wishing to pry too much into her private affairs, you quietly asked with the most gentle tone of voice you could muster,” You don’t have to, but I’m here if you ever wanna talk about it, Ellie.” You watched her out of the corner of your eye, anticipating however she reacts.

She stayed quiet for a beat before sighing deeply, and whispered, “We were having a fun time, I really don't wanna be a burden.” Her voice quivered, heavy with emotion, what could possibly be troubling her this much? You wanted to take all her pain and bear it yourself, she didn't deserve any sort of misfortune ever.

“You can tell me, don’t worry about anything, okay? I just want you to be all good.” You were comforting her so smoothly, putting her needs and well-being first as if it was always second nature, as if you two have known each other many lifetimes over, two souls meant to float together through the journey of life. Well okay, that was probably a bit much.

There were a few more seconds of silence as you let the question ring in the air, not wanting to press and jeopardize your cherished friendship with her.

You continue observing her, almost seeing the gears turning in her mind, the scales of reason tipping to one side then another, as she contemplates whether it’s worth spilling. Eventually, she does.

She roughly rubs her face then pauses the film playing on her laptop, sighs and huffs, before beginning to speak her story, all while looking away from you.

“Okay I don’t like to talk about this kind of stuff, but I trust you. A whole lot.” Your heart fluttered and face heated up at her comment, but you ignored it because there was something much more important on the table now. She continues, speaking quietly but quickly to get it over with.

“So, when I was a kid, I was an orphan and to be honest I don’t really remember my early childhood much at all, but when I was 14 my adoptive dad, Joel, took me in. And it’s been just us since then.” She stops to take a breath, then resumes reluctantly. “And well, we’ve had a pretty rocky relationship for a good chunk of these years, I never knew how to express my gratitude to him, y’know, for basically saving my life, numerous times at that. He was always my rock, and I appreciate him every day. He taught me so many things, and I don’t know what I would’ve done if he hadn’t come around. I was pretty hard to deal with back then.” She reminisces with an exhale of air, and you see her eyes refill with tears. “But I’m really bad at expressing that, and will kinda, lash out I guess when I’m met with kindness or tricky situations.”

You nod, listening patiently, and place your hand on her shoulder ever so gently, as a result making her raise her head to give you a small smile.

Ellie chuckled deeply, it almost sounded forced, then started to slowly wrap up her story. “And it seems that scene kinda hit me, because the wounds are still raw, or whatever.”

She sniffles again but doesn't respond, so you delicately inquire, “What do you mean?”

“He died last year.” Oof.

“Oh my, Ellie, I’m so sorry, are you-” She interrupts your condolences. “No need for that, I’m fine. Well, taking it day by day y’know. In the beginning it was really tough, I was angry at everything but most at myself for being such a jerk, and now I can't turn back time and tell him all I wanted to.” While you take a moment to think about what to say, she hums to herself and remarks, “That actually felt good to get off my chest, I haven't told anyone about it.” She lowers her voice so it’s barely a whisper. “Didn't have who to tell.”

“Sure you're okay? I'm always here for you.” You find your voice back to soothe her some more, to which she smiles at you again, only this time it actually seems genuine. There's definitely a lot of pain behind it, but the relief that she doesn't have to deal with the burden alone was evident on her face.

“Yeah, thanks. I guess I hadn’t processed anything, and that part of the movie made it all come out, damn I hate emotions sometimes. But I appreciate you being here for me. You're really easy to talk to, and I feel better now.”

And you would've never in a trillion years anticipated what her next move was going to be, you were so caught off guard, the realization lagged and it didn't immediately register.

She moved to sit on her knees in front of you, then threw her arms around your torso in a tight embrace. She hugged you. Clutched you so firmly against her own body, her strong hands landing in the middle of your back, where she rubbed in a circle. She smelled so nice, and was as warm as one of her heated stuffed animals.

Due to the surprising nature of the motion you let out a dumbfounded gasp, then returned the hug allowing yourself to rest your head on her shoulder. You wanted to stay like this forever, until the end of time, it felt nicer than you could've ever imagined.

The thought crossed your mind that she could feel the buzz pulsating through your body, you swore your heart was slamming against your ribcage so hard it was going to grow wings and simply fly right out of your chest, and join hands with hers.

While you were occupied with the way she felt against you, so close like this, chest against chest, and how your cheeks blazed with an inferno hotter than a thousand suns, you heard her grumble against your ear. “Not gonna make that same mistake again, and from now on, I'm gonna tell the people I appreciate just how much they matter to me.”

You were much too stunned to speak, but she wasn't. “So thank you again.” She finishes her little speech and pulls away first, but not before giving you one last big squeeze and letting out a noise of contentment as she does so, then shuffles over to her previous spot in the bed.

Not taking notice of the way you were at a loss for words, or about to set the room on fire with how flustered her actions made you. Her obliviousness was a common theme, it seemed. She clears her throat and claps, grabbing some more candy for herself, then says happily, “We still got the rest of the movie left, then we can do whatever after. I really wanna know how this ends.”

Naturally, your head is spinning, but you were too caught up in your thoughts to continue paying attention to the movie as much as you were before.

You felt awful for her, yet somehow, felt as if your crush on her had quadrupled in size yet again. You saw through the guard she put up, she broke down those walls and opened up to you. You were honored she trusted you so much, and only hoped that would never change. That, coupled with how remarkably good hugs she gave, has led you to the realization that you were properly in love now, things had gotten real. This was trouble. You vowed to always be there for her for whatever she could ever need, you'd drop everything to teleport by her side if you could.

Goodness, what were you possibly going to do now, instead of giving you the ick, or helping you with the task of getting rid of that stupid infatuation you were so plagued by, every experience felt like a deliberate ploy to just make you fall even further for her. You couldn't help but wonder just how much love a person can feel for someone, because it only continued to grow.

A couple days later.

Sitting in the cozy campus cafe, you were revising all your coursework. It was giving you a massive headache, but the warm and hazy lighting aided it a touch. The walls had cute plastic vines crawling up and down, and even though there was chatter all around you from the other patrons, it wasn't a distraction and in fact acted as some sort of white noise, everyone was talking in a nicely muted tone, it all blended to create the perfect ambience.

You waved down the waitress to get yet another cup of coffee, your third one of the night, that’s healthy, before trying to resume with your aggravating studies.

To your dismay, you've used up all your brain power for the evening, and could not force yourself to continue no matter how hard you tried. Maybe a few moments of peaceful people-watching would get you back on track?

You sip on the hot drink, then lean back against the comfortable booth seat to begin scanning around.

In one corner directly on the opposite side of where you were sitting, there was an elderly couple. They looked so in love, dressed in matching outfits, feeding each other as they shared a dessert, holding hands and conversing with a hushed tone, nodding and looking into each other's twinkling eyes. So cute, you hoped that was going to be you in the future.

Moving your line of sight to watch beside the couple, there was another student, their books and computer were scattered across the wooden table, piles of pens and pencil cases near falling over. They seemed to have fallen asleep, unmoving with their head laid tiredly across their crossed arms. The sight made you chuckle out of familiarity, you really felt for them, studies were hard.

But then a sound caught your attention. A bright, husky giggle fought its way over the ambience, reminiscent of a certain someone.

Your heart jumped, your ears perked up and you immediately became insistent on scouting her out among the patrons, this was a necessary mission.

Feeling highly nervous and antsy, you try to drown out the noise and focus on where she could be, and quickly enough, you find her.

Ellie in her natural habitat, she was so mesmerizing. Sitting far away from you where you could get a good view and hear snippets of conversation if you focused hard enough, but not close enough where she would notice your shameless gawking. She was sitting with a group of a handful of her friends, who all appeared to be gossiping and laughing with each other, you couldn't tear your eyes away.

Her smile was gorgeous, and you knew that, but there was something about just being a spectator which fascinated you, you could stare at her all day. Her energy lit up the entire room, and made your heart race.

Snapping out of your trance and trying to not be so obvious with your staring, you tried to look occupied, tried reorganizing your notes while still keeping an ear out to listen. Occasionally glancing over as well. Yes, it's true that eavesdropping is wrong, but you couldn't help yourself. Anyone would do the same, right?

The group's passionate discussion was making you extremely curious however, and you strained to hear what they were talking about. Among the muffled chatter, you heard a woman’s voice say the word crush, then an outburst of laughter, the loudest guffaw from Ellie herself.

You felt the budding panic start to form in your chest momentarily, but swallowed the lump forming in your throat and took a sharp intake of breath to calm yourself at once. They could be talking about anything, there's no need to jump to conclusions just yet. Fumbling around your bag for your headphones to listen to some of the song recommendations Ellie had given you, you’re led to discover that they are, in fact, dead. Of course.

Despite any and all wishes to stop eavesdropping on them and mind your own business and abide by what they say, ignorance is bliss, you simply couldn't. She was too damn captivating. Like a painting in a museum, like a statue at a town’s center, one that people stopped in their tracks to admire.

The way her eyes sparkled and gleamed under the warm lighting, her cheeks tinted a faint rosy hue from the exertion of laughing so hard, her sweet smile. She was too perfect. God, you hated crushes, being infatuated with someone to this degree couldn't be healthy. But what could you do? Just look at this angel.

Fidgeting nervously while still being entranced by the group of friends, you heard a man’s voice say the words “there’s no way”, followed by Ellie howling even harder than she had the whole time you've been watching them, and punch him forcefully on the shoulder.

The curiosity was going to swallow you whole, it was like a car crash you couldn't look away from. You felt your palms begin to tremble and sweat with worry, and anxious assumptions of all kinds running through your mind, were they talking about you? No, they couldn't be, you're just overthinking it. Relax, relax, relax.

You tried your hardest to control your breathing and soothe your spinning mind so you wouldn't spiral, until you heard something that absolutely shook you to your core.

The same woman from before, not Ellie, in a highly teasing tone of voice said your name.

You felt frozen, this couldn't be happening. All your worst fears were coming true at this very moment. You had to get out of there right away, this was too much to bear. Curiosity really did kill the cat didn't it, you wished you didn't comply with the morbid desire to know everything.

Panic-stricken like a deer in headlights, near hyperventilating at this point, the final straw was all three of them erupting into laughter simultaneously, with Ellie through gasps, going "oh come onnnn”.

Yeah that was it. Hot tears started pricking your eyes and you vigorously blinked them away before they started streaming down your face, as if you needed to be humiliated even more. You felt sadded, torn apart, betrayed. Sick to your stomach too. This time, for once, you really thought you had something going for you. From your perspective, albeit through rose-colored glasses, you were convinced she was being genuine with you all this time. How could you not be?

The late night study sessions, the air thick with tension, the conversations draped in a sleep-deprived haze, the walks to class together, the first fated interaction, the looks you two shared from across the huge lecture hall; the looks where you two just knew when to share a glance, was all of that fake? Was she leading you on purposefully because her friends thought it was funny, that you were a joke?

The tears threatened to spill and your stomach twisted painfully with the world-shattering realizations you were just served with, and you angrily shoved your belongings in your bag.

You were too caught up in your panicked frenzy to notice how disruptive you were actually being, your textbooks thumping and keychains jingling, but frankly didn't care enough to meet the numerous pairs of eyes observing your misfortune. Who could blame you, your whole world and everything you've known just crumbled before you.

You slung your bag over your shoulder noisily as a choked sob made its way up your throat, then speed-walked out of that cafe. You were never going to be able to go in there again unfortunately, shame, their pastries were so good.

Right as you tried to step through the door it got stuck, because the universe was being really nice to you today, and as you tugged on it to get it to open, you heard the friends lower their voices, but you could still make out a jumble of hushed words sounding something like, “oh no, is that…” Great, great, fucking great. The only solution to this was to change your name and ride up to Seattle for goodness’ sake, maybe throw yourself into a volcano as well just because.

Finally the door swung open after what felt like eons, and you stumbled outside into the chilly autumn air, feeling goosebumps spring up all over. Where you were going, you didn't really know. This cafe was new, so it would take some time to figure out navigation so you stood dumbly in the middle of the front lawn as you tried to orient yourself.

Once you think you've got it, you start your agonizing trek back to your little room, screaming inside of your head, until you're harshly yanked back mid-footstep by a vice grip on your arm. What the fuck was it now.

Ellie. The sight of her only made your tears increase in quantity and the emotion in your chest tighten. She looked a little disheveled, her eyes round like saucers, and she was gripping onto your arm so hard as if you were going to run away. You wanted to, but she still had a magnetic hold on you, even after all that turmoil.

Talking was painful with how much you were trying to keep a hold of yourself, but you managed out a choked, “Ellie, what?”

She looked befuddled, shaking her head ever so slightly and scrunching up her eyebrows, her gaze boring right into yours and following whenever you tried to break it and look elsewhere. Her hold on your arm softens, and moves to rest on your shoulder. “What do you mean what? You ran outta there like you were chased by a lunatic or something, what the fuck happened?”

Her tone startled you a little, why did she care so much? Noticing you jolt, she sighs and mellows her speech. “Sorry, what I mean to say is, I'm worried. Are you okay?”

You worried her? Heat rushed to your cheeks as you fought to break the increasingly uncomfortable eye contact, and all you could do was shrug. Your lip started quivering and you were losing the fight of keeping your composure, how wonderful. Despite everything she was being so sweet, way too sweet. You felt helpless at this point.

The words started pouring out of your mouth like a waterfall, you were properly sobbing now, falling apart and hiccuping as months and months of emotion spilled over.

You were blabbering about how you loved the friendship you formed with her, but how hurt you felt that she’d laugh about you, every possible insecurity just tumbled out of your lips, as you wiped at your teary face and runny nose and glanced at Ellie ever so often.

She let you talk for a bit until she saw you get even more upset, that's when she got a step closer to you, squeezed both your shoulders gently and kept a stern tone of voice to get your attention.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, slow down, I don't know what you're saying.” But you couldn't stop crying. Bottling up emotions was definitely a bad idea, because they were bound to burst sooner or later and unfortunately, you reached the breaking point. Sucking in some unsteady breaths as an attempt to regulate yourself, she was watching you patiently yet still cautiously.

Your voice was weak and shaky, but you were slowly feeling a little better. For the first time during this interaction, you meet her eyes. Why was she always so pretty? She was sculpted just to spite you, you were convinced. Tears welled up in your eyes once more, but you blinked them away. “Um…Ellie…” She nodded expectantly, wanting to know what was wrong. But you could not complete your sentence as yet another bout of ache washed over you.

To snap you out of it once and for all, Ellie grabbed your face. The sheer disbelief of her action was enough to stop your tears luckily, and she held your gaze while she used her thumb to swipe at the stray teardrops adorning your cheekbones. You wanted to die, what was going on?

Once your panic was replaced with fluster and stupefaction, she let you go, but was still standing really close to you. You felt jittery from it all, nervous, embarrassed and in love and everything under the sun all at the same time. You stared at her, then looked away, then looked at her plump pink lips which were set in a questioning pout, then back up to her sympathetic greener-than-grass eyes, fuck, fuck, fuck. The intensity of the situation had caused any sense of judgment or critical thinking to long, long gone, and so your body moved on its own and before you had a chance to form a solid thought or process what you were doing.

Smooch.

You kissed her.

Mouths colliding like magnets as you held onto the sides of her face, fireworks igniting in every single part of your body. Cradling her jaw as you closed the space between you two, the hurricane of emotion coursing through your veins as your lips caressed hers, and time felt like it had stopped. The months and months of excruciating pining had all led up to this very moment.

She instinctively kissed you back, you felt her breaths fanning your face. You were about to ascend to another dimension. Lingering against her for a little longer, you forced yourself to regretfully pull away, and laughed loudly at her state now.

Her lips were parted and she was gawking at you, you had broken her completely. Your own heart was working overtime, you were panting from the adrenaline of the situation, and could only hear the blood rushing in your ears.

She seemed to be in a coma, doing nothing but staring and breathing. You punched her arm playfully, your voice breaking.

“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING IDIOT.”

An frustrated confession tore itself from your throat, even the world's strongest iron bars couldn't contain it. You wiped at your face with your sleeves, a sad attempt to clear it of the residual salty tears that never once stopped their journey out of your eyes.

The sadness had left you, and you felt lighter now, truthfully. Had no idea how you would ever face her again after all this, but at least the cat was out of the bag and you had gotten that off of your chest. You both stood there in silence, now what was wrong with her? What a dork. Sucking on your teeth and kicking a pebble on the ground you admitted finally, “So, yeah. That's what's been troubling me, I guess.”

Her pupils were dilated and huge, as she scanned all over your features, her mouth opening and closing as if she was having an internal battle of what to say. She stood there almost appearing miles more shocked than you somehow, she looked as if she was going to have a heart attack and die on you, you found it funny, but concerning at the same time.

You watched her for a moment more, before accepting your disappointing fate and bidding her a goodbye. You cleared your throat. “Okay then. Cya in class. Bye.” You turned on your heel and began the walk back to your room, but this time for real, and didn't look back at her. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't, you wanted to leave this whole fiasco in the past. That chapter was closed, it seemed.

The only thing left to do now was call your bestie, Abby. She has been your cheerleader through this whole thing, through all this time, gave you advice and brought you back to Earth, and you needed her support now more than ever.

Right after you reached your dorm she was there in no time at all, after receiving your distress call she scrambled into action, with chocolates and boxed wine in hand. Maybe you should just date her instead at this point. Who else was left for you?

You talked and talked and talked to her about everything for so long, talking the night away just like old times, and she sat and listened to your every word, patted your back reassuringly as you weeped into her shoulder, then tucked you into bed at the end of it all. She left only when she was sure you'd relaxed fully.

You didn't fall asleep quite yet, and stayed awake thinking, pondering life and staring up at your ceiling. It turns out angrily confessing to the girl you've been infatuated with forever by impulsively kissing her and letting the whole campus know it was a tiring thing after all. You really did cause a bit of a scene, when you thought about it in hindsight.

But what was this all like from Ellie's perspective? You wished you could know what she thought, or at least gotten some sort of formal response. Her friend storms out of a cafe, kisses her and screams she's in love with her? It's certainly understandable she'd feel a little lost, or under great pressure to give you an answer. Her reaction did make sense though, after being met with such a shocking revelation. Wow, now that you were really thinking about it, she still did not know why you ran out of the cafe like that. You wished you could turn back time and redo this day, shame that wasn't possible. Were you two ever going to have a discussion about this, or had you just lost a friend for life. Oh no, you pushed that thought away as quickly as it appeared, you didn't have an ounce of energy left over to dwell on it.

You'd work out what you were going to face her next later, a very well-deserved visit to dreamland was way overdue. You felt your eyelids grow heavy and your breathing slow, so you turned on your side and snuggled into your bed, eventually falling into a deep, deep sleep.

Meanwhile on your bedside table:

Bzz, bzz, bzz.

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peachywontyell · 7 months

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ive had this bouncing around in my head for a while, so here we are.

i am a sucker for pretty boys with kind brown eyes and jaime fits that description perfectly...so i decided to give him a lot of pining (that is definitely reciprocated), he has to be a big brave boy and confess 🫶🏾 also, this is placed before the events in the movie !

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hanging out with jaime has always been very warm, cozy, comfortable. ever since you were children when you'd spend weekends riding your bikes around the neighborhood, only to crash at one of your houses after having way too much food. it happened so frequently that it got to the point where it just was the new normal for both of your families (impromptu get togethers were very common).

the friendship you guys had only grown stronger with each year that passed and well- there were definitely feelings there that weren't strictly platonic now. you were trying your hardest to push them away though, and jaime was having the same issues...however neither of you dared to even threathen the sanctity of the bond shared by confessing. that is until one summer came along, you guys had gone to different universities, and even though you called and texted daily, summer was when you guys could actually hang out like the old days. and here you were, having gone to pick up jaime from the airport with the rest of the reyes. as he walked through the gate you let his family say their hellos first- it's safe to say he almost drowned in hugs and kisses, and when you finally got to say hello you didn't hold back with the bear hug either.

you missed him dearly, and the weird feeling of anxiety, excitement and happiness settled in your stomach as he squeezed you back and actually just fully picking you up. it made the feeling in your stomach even stronger.

"JAIME DIOS MÍO BÁJAME"

"Que no, don't wanna"

"okay so if that's how this is gonna go, cárgame bien, señor"

suddenly you guys were in your own world, talking and laughing and everyone could clearly see what was happening here. milagro was gonna have a field day with the teasing as soon as she had a chance. he ended up putting you down- but only after he carried you all the way to the car. it was embarrassing yes, but now as embarrassing as the older couple that chuckled as you walked past and talked to themselves in hushed voices about 'how sweet young love is' and how they wished they could go back in time and experience it all over again.

that got you both blushing...and made the drive back home for lunch a bit...strange. nothing really changed, you still sat together and chatted, but jaime couldn't stop thinking about what they had said. did you guys actually look like a couple? should he had said something to them? the fact that he didn't mind if they thought so made him feel warm and fuzzy.

two weeks pass, and while you've somehow managed to push away those fuzzy feelings, things have definitely flipped for jaime- and milagro did not help one bit. she woke up much earlier than he did, you did too, and it usually meant that as soon as he walked out into the kitchen he'd see you just having breakfast.

"buenas morning" you say, trying not to laugh cause his hair looked bonkers, but even if you found it hilarious, it was still endearing, and the fuzzy feelings you had to fight every single day before meeting him were back and they were looking for vengeance. and when he almost put his full body weight on top of you for a hug not caring that you were in the middle of eating? well, you felt like you were going to die. "mornin...." he didn't move off. "jaime." "Hmmm?" "get off of me and go shower, tenemos que encontrarnos con el grupo in like an hour". with one last, extremely dramatic sigh, he moves off and does as told. it's not like he didn't want to spend the day with you and some of your other friends, they were his friends too, but he would much rather stay in and chill.

not even two hours later and you guys are at the little picnic area everyone agreed to meet up at, playing silly games, chatting and just catching up! and jaime just wasn't feeling it, he couldn't really pinpoint the reason why until he sees how talkative and close you are with one of the guys there. okay. that's fine. it's just a hangout, nothing is happening, you definitely aren't flirting with him. thank god someone called the guy over cause he didn't know how much he could take.

"so how'd the flirting go?" he thought he sounded casual, calm, normal. he did not sound casual, calm or normal. he sounded upset and looked like a sad dog. "what flirting- what the hell happened to you? why do you look so sad? ¿qué pasó?" "hm? nothing." he shook his head, making you squint. okay, if he didn't want to tell you, then you'd just come up with absurd reasons as to why he would be upset. "¿tas celoso?" funny how you got it right first try. you don't know that, though. "what? no- ¿qué?" he prays to god the blush creeping up his neck isn't noticeable, prays it doesn't betray him. "Ayyyyy si es eso you don't have to be, tu sabes que you're irreplaceable" you laugh and god is definitely on his side cause you're called over a few second later by someone of the order people and he can feel his heart beating so fast he fears its gonna burst through his chest.

the hangout went by smoothly, he genuinely couldn't be happier, even if at first he didn't want to be there. he has to admit, he did miss his friends, so he's glad he could spend some time with them. now you guys are laying on his bed, chismeando and just debriefing when the topic of him being "jelous" came up again. maybe he could just do it. he knew it was risky, but....he was willing to take the chance. "....you know what? maybe i was. maybe i was very jelous, maybe i still kind-of am." he felt you sitting up and all he could do was pull a pillow over his face and keep this shit rolling "you've always made me feel so comfortable and...warm, and ive always loved you, but at some point i think it turned into love...? does that make sense- no- it's fine- okay- look i just- de verdad que me gustas mucho y pues no sé- i don't wanna fuck this up aunque creo que ya lo jodí-" he huffs and sits up to face you, looking embarrassed and flustered "you're so special to me and i really don't want to mess up the friendship we have, okay? but i'd just...i'd really like to be yours."

you aren't sure if you should just kiss him or shake him by the shoulders. so you settle for taking his hand in yours, feeling your face grow warmer- if that's even possible after that confession. "jaime, look at me." that boy is holding onto the pillow for dear life, using it to still obscure his face while he shakes his head. he's trembling. you use your other hand to grab his face and look at you "please, just kiss me" "really?" "si-" and he does, like he's been starving. he almost doesn't let you pull back even though you both need to breathe. "jaime mi amor, you will always be my favorite pretty boy and im so happy i can finally tell you."

#peachy thinks thoughts!#peachy talks into the void!#yeah im upset with this but i said id post it ://#still kinda cute though :') i fuck heavy with the yearning and cute crushes #and jaime is just fun to imagine in cute situations like that #jaime reyes #jaime reyes x reader #blue beetle (2023)#plus size reader #latina reader #again reitero ese tag y el de plus size #anyway #hope whoever reads this enjoys it #sorry its a lil slow and ends abruptly i would have kept it going but i wanted to keep it wholesome #ALSO #Spanglish #!!!!! YEAHHHHHH LETS GOOOO

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artzee-bee · 8 months

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Jealousy

Fandom: My babysitter's a vampire; Ethan Morgan x reader

Request: "basically, reader acts like she hates ethan because she thinks he has a big crush on Sarah, but eth hears her talking about him to Erica or smth??? I just think it would be sooo cute tysm"

Genre: fluff

Warnings: cussing

A/n: anyone wanna come up with titles for me? I'm done.

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“Is she still staring at me?”

“Yep” Ethan went to adjust the hood of his hoodie again.

“Can you be any more obvious than that?” Benny remarks and Ethan’s hands go down slowly

“What’s her deal anyways? What did I even do wrong?”

“Why are you asking me? How would I know?”

“Hey guys!” a certain blonde boy appears , with a tray of food in hand

“Rory, sit down and eat your food!”

“Well someone’s in a bad mood today, damn Benny.”

Ethan is still staring down at his lunch. The mere thought of putting something in his mouth feels overwhelming. Anxiety runs through his body and he can’t stop his leg from shaking under the table. He’s trying not to make it obvious that he can feel your gaze on the back of his head from the other side of the room but that’s very difficult.

“What’s wrong with you E? What's wrong with everyone today?” Rory, the ever-so-oblivious, picked up on him acting weird. That’s definitely a bad sign.

“Y/n has been tearing him limb for limb with her eyes for the last 5 days and he has no idea why.” Benny answers

“Why?”

“...didn’t I just say…” and the normal banter starts again

Ethan does the same thing he’s been doing every night for the last 3 days: think. Think back to the day you stopped talking. Where was he? Well at school, it was monday. What did he do? Nothing unusual. Just classes and then lunch with the guys. He’s gone through his routine a dozen times by now, there was nothing to point out new and the more time passed, the more blurry his memories got.

The most frustrating part was how sudden it had all been. You two were so close, in fact you were the closest you had ever been. Ethan met you around 3 years ago now, when you joined their little friend group but in the past month, it was like you and him were growing so much closer within your own relationship. There was a lot more time spent between just the two of you, a lot more messages exchanged. Late night video game competitions and sometimes study sessions, although those would more than definitely turn into a regular hangout session with no work done. Ethan was enjoying how much more time you would spend at his house everyday and how happy you seemed to always be. He felt so comfortable with you. There was a sense of never having to worry about being anything other than himself, because he knew, without a doubt, that you liked him just as he was. He didn’t need to show off, and that was nice!

And then suddenly you’re not wishing him good morning when you walk past his locker. You take a seat at a different table in your shared classes. When Ethan approached you to see what’s up, you quickly made some lame excuse and got out of there, every time! You stopped replying to messages, let alone come over like you used to. At first he thought you were going through something and needed your space, so he tried to respect that. But the more time passed, the less ignored he felt and much more resented. The nasty glares, purposeful ignorance of him. You didn’t even make the effort to reply to him when he approached you at school anymore, instead walking right on ahead without eye contact. Now you were sitting at a different table for lunch, staring arrows at the back of his head. It was really aggravating how what he considered to be a nice, open and honest friendship was now turning into what felt like a rivalry. He didn’t like accepting it but your behavior was growing aggravating. It was getting on his nerves and even he could tolerate it any longer. He couldn’t stand the thought he did something wrong. He was perfectly innocent! None of the people he asked could think of something he did wrong. HE couldn’t think of something he did wrong. You were so absurd for this! You were so absurd in your behavior for no reason at all!!

The days passed on like that. One week turned into 2 and you still weren’t talking. In fact Ethan had resolved to send you his own nasty glances. When he catches you staring at him again, with the same aggravated frown, he simply raises his eyebrows in a challenge instead of pretending not to notice. It sure didn’t help mend things but he was exhausted of you. If you were looking for attention you’d have to find it elsewhere!

And things kept getting worse! Ethan was still upset and could not get over you. Could not go back to being his old, cheery self knowing you were mad at him. He tried to push his questioning thoughts away but sometimes they were just too much. One positive thing came out of that though: he created a mechanism. When he felt his head too heavy with thoughts, he would go out for a walk. It’s not anything he generally did, but it helped now and it was probably good for him to get some fresh air so it’s ok. That’s how he found himself hearing your laugh. At first he thought he was imagining but no, it was definitely you. Even tho he wasn’t sure where the noise was coming from, it was definitely you!

He tried following the sound, which led him down the street to a convenience store. He didn’t have to pass the corner of the building to know you would be there. He could now clearly hear you and Erica talking.

“It’s not my fault!” your annoyed voice was somehow comforting after so long of no contact

“Listen, I’m never gonna be the one to blame you. If anything, boys are always at fault!”

that got a laugh out of you. So sweet and innocent, it made Ethan feel weak. He knew he shouldn’t be listening into your private conversations but God, it was too interesting to back out now.

“Whatever. I mean he can like who he likes, it’s not my problem to deal with but also, I don’t wanna just sit on the sidelines and watch that happening. Gross!”

“Do you think she would say yes to him?”

“Erica I seriously don’t wanna think about it”

“I mean Sarah is way out of his league in the first place. And definitely uninterested. I mean could you actually imagine them together?”

“Ethan and Sarah? Yeah, I’ve done my fair share of imagining, thanks!”

This made E’s heart drop to his stomach. Him and Sarah? What the hell was this about? There was nothing going on between them. Yes, she was a pretty girl and he used to have a crush on her but that was a long while ago now. He’s swiftly moved on since she made it very clear that she was uninterested. Plus, the closer they got, the more he grew to understand that they would really not work, so it was all fine. So why were they the subject of conversation?

“Of all the girls in the world, you were the closest to him. Honestly, if he was gonna fall for someone, it should have been you!” and you scoff at this

“Well it wasn’t. I heard them talk. He’s into Sarah and all the guys are supportive of that. They are good friends and I wish them all the best but he made his decision and it was not me so I’m moving on in the only way I know how. Creating distance.” “Whatever you say girlie!” Erica’s voice seemed uninterested

Ethan left after that. He had heard too much. ```

He couldn’t find the courage to approach you about what he’d heard immediately after. A part of him was worried you would get mad for listening in on your conversations, the other part of him kept questioning what he’d heard and if it was really true. Did you want him to choose you? Because he will. He already has damn it, just didn’t have the courage to express it. Is that why you were so cold all of a sudden? Would this count as jealousy? He blushed anytime he thought about it. You were jealous because you wanted to be with him! How much luckier can a guy get?

At first he wanted to talk to Benny about it, get some advice but on second thought, decided not to. For a small second he considered asking his mom but quickly changed his mind. He had never really had ‘girl problems’ if you can even call it that, he wasn’t sure who to go to for advice.

It took about a week for him to build up the courage to talk to you. He had pondered the idea back and forth basically every waking moment and was never sure what to do really. When he saw you waiting at the bus station one day after school, all alone and scrolling on his phone, he pushed back every thought and insecurity he felt and approached you, almost mechanically.

“Hey!” his voice cracked a little, giving away the nerves swirling in his head. You barely spared him a second of your time to look at him before going back to scrolling

“How have you been?” he tried, admittedly lacking the old confidence he had around you

“Just peachy. You need something or what?”

“Just making conversation.”

“yeah…don’t really feel like it. Long day, y’know?” but when you caught his eye, the boredom was so clear in your eyes. It hurt him more to see you didn’t even care about hiding your distaste for him anymore

“Yep, got it.” Ethan laughed in response. All his courage, gone! Within seconds!! That irritated him so much. He had prepared for this. Went through every possible scenario, even tried acting out some speeches in his room in preparation and you still had him at your feet with a glance. He felt pathetic and for the first time ever, genuinely enraged by this whole situation. You used to be best fucking friends and look at you now! All within a matter of weeks and from a misunderstanding at that too!!! He knew how to fix this, he just had to say it so why couldn’t he?

“I don’t even like Sarah like that…'' he snarled, under his breath and frankly it was a miracle that you heard him over the white noise of the busy town.

“Like shit you don’t.”

That’s what you had to say? Of all fucking things that was your first reaction?!

“How would you even know how I feel?”

“Clear as day on your face and actions! I don’t need to be a mind reader to crack into that big head of yours!”

“You have no idea what you are even talking about! I act with her the same way I act with all my friends!” Ethan’s voice failed to hide the anger surging through his body. Now, as he faced you completely, head tall and fists clenched in frustration, you seemed just as uninterested. Your gaze didn’t shift from the cracked screen of your phone, shoulders hunched, totally disengaged. It just fueled E more.

“ You don’t even have a problem with Sarah!” he started again, throwing all logic to the wind and speaking whatever came to him “ You just hate that she’s a girl! You would have made this shit up regardless of who it was I got close to!”

Finally, your attention was on him!

“What the fuck makes you think I care enough for that?” you stood up, looking him in the eye

“You mean to tell me we’ve been friends for years with no problems but the second a new girl enters my life and I start spending time with her, you act all crazy and throw a fit? What am I supposed to make of that?” “This has nothing to do with Sarah to begin with! See? There you go making false assumptions again and acting all smart about them, like you actually did something!” “I’m not the one making unbased theories and running with them! You never even asked me about my feelings for Sarah! You just draw a conclusion yourself and then go complain about me to Erica, don’t you?” Anyone would have been able to see the dots connecting in your head at that time. You didn’t spend that much time with Erica anyways.

“You were there?”

“I was behind the corner of the store”

“You were hiding?! What the hell?”

“I wasn’t doing anything! I was out on a walk, I happened to hear your voice!” but his explanation gains him nothing but an irritated scoff. You go back to your phone, seemingly ready to ignore him again, but that just won’t be enough

“So now that all the cards are on the table, can we address the elephant in the room?”

“As I said, you like Sarah. It’s very clear. And that’s fine and you can do whatever you want!” your voice didn’t carry the same rage as before, much more mellow and distant.

Detached.

“I liked Sarah! A long time ago. I don’t now!”

“Okay” said with absolute indifference. Ethan, couldn’t help a roll of the eyes

“You’re unbelievable!” “What do you honestly want me to do right now?!”

“Just say that you like me, if you do!” “I fucking like you Ethan! God damn, I’d think you’d be smart enough to piece it together yourself but clearly you’re just-”

The grasp Ethan had on the back of your head felt strangely powerful and as he pulled you into him, locking your lips together, you genuinely felt yourself considering if this was the same man you knew! Truth be told, Ethan thought about this moment forever! About kissing you, about confessing to you! When he heard your conversation with Erica however, perspectives changed. Now all his thoughts were clouded by you confessing to him, admitting that what his speculations were, in fact, true. He thought about what he would say, how he would react to receiving that confirmation. He practiced the soft smile he’d give you in return, the quiet but tender confession of his own feelings. One thing he never expected himself to do is to aggressively pull you by the back of your neck and kiss you powerfully. He never thought himself the kind to have enough confidence to just go in for such a shameless kiss, but in that moment he wanted nothing more than to just shut you up!

It took a little bit to register, to wrap your head around the sharp pull of your hair and the sloppy moves of his lips on yours. Every conceivable thought in your head told you to pull away, slap him, tell him to leave you alone but your body had a mind of its own and you found yourself tugging him closer by the collar. Your lips moved on his with just as much intensity and fervor as his! The build up of emotion, frustration, anger, all of it boiled down to this moment. Ethan’s hand sneaked around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer and finally, as if satisfied with this outcome, his grip on you loosened. His kisses turned progressively softer. The hand in your hair moved to cup your cheek and almost instinctively, you followed his lead, letting go of the tight grip you had on his shirt, resting your hand of his chest instead.

It felt like a real kiss. Like all the kisses you dreamed about every time you thought of him. You knew your cheeks were burning up and that now, after your anger had subsided, the reality of your situation, the confession, Ethan’s fingers pressing into the plush of your waist, all of it made you shy. When he finally pulled away, bruised lips and breathing heavily, you couldn’t look at him. All this time, you used your anger to cover for just how weak in the knees this man had you but now, somehow, even that had been stripped away.

“I…um..sorry about that! I...should have asked” Ethan was blushing just as much. He was starting to second guess his actions. He took 2 steps back, giving you room again, the feeling of your ragged breaths so close to his lips made his head spin

“It’s ok” you whispered. This was an unusual situation. In one move, all your cards had been turned upside down and now there was no point in even trying to deny the truth.

“So are we good?” Despite trying to sound confident, you could hear the edge of nervousness in Ethan’s voice. It’s the kind of knowledge that comes with many years spent together, and the thought makes you smile.

“Yeah. We’re good.” “Can we possibly be more than good?” Ethan’s chuckles, as if he already knows the answer, if the blush on your cheeks is anything to go by anyways. You giggle in return and nod.

#mbav #mbav x reader #ethan morgan x reader #ethan morgan #ethan morgan imagine #ethan morgan fluff #my babysitters a vampire

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 9 months

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Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facials; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic (except for Rei and Haruko). However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Got myself a job!! I'm so excited but I'm also shitting myself lmaoo but I'm still gonna try to update as frequently as I can. Enjoy! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Three: Those Bachelor Days Don't Last Forever.

Keigo sits on the edge of his king-sized bed in his master bedroom feeling sick. Is it weird for the best man to get cold feet and he isn’t the one getting married?

Well, that’s exactly how he feels now, dressed in his best Armani suit with a pink flower nestled in his breast pocket in accordance with the color scheme of the wedding. He sits with his legs wide and his head down, feeling like the entire world is crashing around him.

“Baby!” Sakura calls from down the hall in one of Keigo’s three bathrooms. “How much time do we have left? My hair isn’t working with me today.” He hears her grunt in frustration and the sound of a hairspray can fills the air. She’s been in there for nearly an hour getting ready for Fatgum’s wedding, prepping herself as Keigo’s plus-one.

“Twenty minutes!” he calls back, checking his Rolex watch. “You’ve got time.” And so does he. Thank God because he has to get his shit together. He has to be the best best man for his friend today despite having never been a best man before.

But he knows this isn’t the main reason why he’s ready to blow chunks all over his red-bottom shoes. He doesn’t hate weddings either. He went to Yu and Nemuri’s wedding two years ago and had the best time of his life stuffing his face with cake, downing all the champagne, and taking home two of the hot waitresses catering the event.

He knows his anxiety has a lot to do with his conversation with him and his friends last night which led to him coming home early and fucking Sakura’s brains out just to prove to himself that Fatgum wasn’t right.

He had met up with him late last night for Fatgum’s bachelor’s party, which was really just a trip for some ramen dinner and then a game of pool at Fatgum’s favorite high-end bar. It was located in a fancy hotel across the city. Fatgum drank, ate, and rented rooms free since he saved the hotel from a villain attack years ago when a bomb was built under the building.

The conversations went from 0 to about 1,000 when the drinks kept pouring and the hours kept ticking down till the wedding. Fatgum was happy, giddy even, as he leaned against the pool table in his skinnier form. “Ah, I can’t believe it,” he sighed. “I’ll really be a married man soon! I get to be with the most amazing woman for the rest of my life!”

“Rest of your life?” Keigo parroted, scoffing at the statement. “C’mon, man, don’t get ahead of yourself. That’s talkin’ forever.”

“Exactly!” Fatgum gave him a big, happy grin that was so full of love and bliss, it nearly killed Keigo’s buzz. “Haruko is the one I wanna be with forever. I wouldn’t have proposed if I didn’t see us together for all that time, and I plan on havin’ that woman till I sprout grays.”

“Not to be a downer or anything,” Toshinori aka All Might said from his spot next to Aizawa aka Eraserhead, busy taking his turn at the pool table, “but you do realize that forever for a pro is limited ‘cause of multiple things, right?” He started ticking off the number of possible threats on his fingers. “Villian attacks, missions gone wrong, crazed fans. The list goes on.”

“Oh, come on, fellas!” Hizashi aka Present Mic (Mic for short) said from his spot on his stool, sipping from his cocktail with a little umbrella in it. “Don’t rain on poor Fatgum’s parade! I think it’s a wonderful thing to want that with someone. Just look at me and Shouta: six years strong.” He flashed the crew his gold band and grinned at a blushing Aizawa.

“I get what you’re sayin’, Toshi,” Fatgum said genuinely, patting Toshinori on the back, “and as much I appreciate your honesty, I already know my time may be limited on this earth. That’s why I’m makin’ it count. With my Haruko.” He sighed dreamily; a picture of being in love. “She’s my forever, however long that may be for however long she wants me.”

Keigo felt something shift inside of him at those words. He realized with a shock that it was jealousy. But who wouldn’t be jealous of a cute ass relationship like Fatgum and Haruko’s? They’d been together for six years, fighting through the ups and downs, the good and bad. Keigo couldn’t imagine being married and doing that. To him, marriage was the ultimate commitment.

And he wasn’t good at commitment. His list of past relationships that could stretch from Japan to Antarctica would tell you that shit. You, Dabi, and Rumi made fun of him for having “international community dick” because Keigo has seen it all, done it all. As a pro hero, he’s traveled the world for business deals and important meetings, and in every place, he’s had at least one body.

Keigo just isn’t for relationships. He loved his freedom too much–the freedom to jump from one person to the next in any city or country he wanted. He always figured he was too busy with his hero work to focus on falling in love. He just dated for a good time, which was usually a good fuck that lasted him one night or a few weeks.

That is until you fell for you. He still doesn’t know when he started falling or how. All he remembers is looking at you one day and thinking, “Damn, she’s beautiful” and then “Damn, I really love her”.

When he realized what happened, he freaked out. He couldn’t be in love, especially with his best friend! You shared too much together and your relationship was too amazing to be ruined. So he kept his feelings to himself all these years, knowing this love would remain unrequited and unspoken.

But that doesn’t stop the daydreams of you and him together, you underneath him or him underneath you, your gorgeous face contorted in the pure ecstasy he gave you as he drives his cock into you again and again, making you cum like you’ve never cum before. That doesn’t stop him from wanting to hold you, or feel your lips against his, or feeling hot with jealousy at the other men you give your time to.

That includes Rei aka Tempo. God, he hates your new man, but not just because he had you. To him, Rei seemed like a fake; like everything he did was for approval and validation, including what he did for you–the dates, the gifts, the cute little IG comments under your photos. It was all for show.

Keigo isn’t with that. You deserve better than that. And now that he knows the dude can’t make you cum, he’s definitely tempted to ruin your relationship with him. But Keigo also isn’t an asshole. He’s also a good friend and wants to see you happy, no matter how much it hurts to pretend.

“Damn, Keigo, you good?” Ken Takagi aka Rock Lock, asked in concern as he sipped his beer. “You look like you’re about to deck somebody.”

Kan Sekijiro aka Vlad glared at Keigo from his spot at the pool table, his big frame nearly blocking Keigo from the game. “Better not be me if you know what’s good for you,” he grumbled.

“Chill out, frost tips,” Keigo blandly replied. “I wouldn’t dream of fightin’ your big ass.” Vlad’s glare intensified while the others laughed. “And I’m fine, Ken; thanks for pointin’ that out,” Keigo sarcastically replied to his friend and coworker. He really wasn’t in the mood for this tonight.

“I would’ve done it, but I didn’t feel like it,” Aizawa deadpanned from the bar. Mic nudged him roughly with his elbow. “Talk to us, Keigo!” he encouraged the winged pro. “What’s eatin’ at you? You don’t agree with someone being your forever?”

Now the attention was all on Keigo. Usually, he liked it this way, but not right now. He was just trying to enjoy his friend’s bachelor party to celebrate his big day and then go home to have drunk, nasty sex with Sakura. But he knew with a crowd like this, he’d never get away from the topic of conversation.

“It’s not that,” he sighed, sitting on the corner of the table. “I, for one, would love to be with someone I feel like I can see my future with. But as a pro, being in a romantic relationship is difficult and exhausting. Complicates life too much. That’s why I always stuck to my hookups or flings.”

“So what about Sakura?” Fatgum asked, raising an eyebrow. “Is she a fling or a hookup too?”

She was, at first. Keigo met the pink, curly-haired cutie at a party he didn’t want to be at downtown (for a business deal) and they got to talking when he offered to buy her a drink after the bartender messed up her order. He was curious about her as soon as he got a look at her in her periwinkle dress that did wonders for her body.

He learned she was a nurse for sick children and her quirk allowed her to ease their pain and discomfort for a few hours by giving them bursts of pleasure in their bodies. He charmed her, danced with her, and managed to get into her bedroom when she invited him back to her place for the night.

Sex with her is by far the best thing Keigo has ever experienced. Sakura used her quirk on him many times that night to increase his pleasure and gave him some mind-blowing orgasms in the process. To put it bluntly, he was hooked and started seeing her more and more. Unfortunately for him, his pimp shit was squashed when he got to know Sakura more and more. He became fond of her sweet personality and almost innocent outlook on life. He cared deeply for her.

But while he cared, he knew that care didn’t amount to what he felt for you. He’d give you the whole moon and the sun if you asked. He’d gladly die and kill just to ensure your safety. He didn’t care–he just loved you. He knew he could never love Sakura or any other woman the way he loved you, but he could try. After all, he and you were friends. There was no way he could ever tell you how he truly left, and has been feeling for years.

“She was supposed to be,” he admitted earnestly, “but after getting to know her, I found I really enjoyed talkin’ with her. She’s a sweet girl, don’t get me wrong…” He trailed off, not wanting to get into it, but already leaving breadcrumbs for his highly-interested audience.

“But?” Fatgum pushed. “I know there’s a “but” in there, Keigo. Don’t deny it.”

Keigo sighed in frustration, knowing he’d look like a fuckboy for this. “I’m just with her for the fun of it!” he confessed with a shrug. “Nothing long-term or committed. I’m not gonna cheat or hurt her ‘cause I’m not a jerk, but I’m also not lookin’ for something for ‘forever’.” He used his fingers to quote the word, earning a perplexed scowl from Fatgum. “We just laugh, talk, and have a good time.”

“You mean fuck?” Shouta asked blankly. Even Keigo flushed at the harshness of the word. “Well, if you wanna be blunt, sure.”

“Keigo!” Fatgum gasped, looking at Keigo like he just admitted to murder. “I’m shocked! You’re really tellin’ me you’re not gonna try to lock a cutie like Sakura down? If you don’t do it now, you’ll regret it later.”

Keigo just waved off his friend’s statement, paying no time to the dramatics. “I don’t regret shit like that.” Fatgum shook his head in pity. “You will when you wind up cold and lonely in your big penthouse without someone to cuddle with.”

The winged hero sucked his teeth, shaking his head at the others. He knew that wasn’t true. No matter how doomed he was to love you, he also knew he’d find someone else, especially in the future. There was no way he’d be alone forever…right?

He decided to leave it alone as he waltzed over to the pool table for his turn. He leaned forward, stomach flat against the table, and aimed at a red pool table. It teetered to the right and rolled into two more balls. Once all three fell into the left pocket, he pumped his fist in victory.

“Do you believe it’s possible to find the one for you somewhere out there?” Mic asked curiously from behind him. He turned around, slightly irked this conversation was still rolling, but he wasn’t going to blow Mic off. The guy was too nice! “I mean, sure,” he replied thoughtfully, “but I can’t just look for ‘the one’ in every single person I date.”

Rock Lock nodded as he shoved Vlad out of the way to do his turn at the pool table. “I gotchu. You don’t date to marry; you date for fun. You’re still young, so it’s different for guys like us.”He took a shot at a blue ball, grinning when it rolled into the left pocket.

“Exactly!” Keigo laughed, happy someone was seeing things from his perspective finally. “See? He gets it! I’m way too young and at the top of my game to be tied down right now.”

Fatgum turned to him, adding more of his two cents. “Be that as it may, Keigo,” he argued, “and while I totally respect our differences here, don’t you think you sound just a lil’...I don’t know…” He trailed off, looking for the right word.

“Cynical?” Aizawa finished. Everyone’s eyes trained on him to which he passively shrugged. “What? He needed a word, I gave him one.”

Keigo was irked at his friends’ assumptions about him, especially Fatgum. So what if he felt this way? So what if he liked his freedom and his sex? So what if he jumped from relationship to relationship to avoid thinking about you and being alone? It was no one’s business but his. “I’m just being honest,” he scoffed, downing his third beer of the night.

“And I get that!” Fatgum replied, putting his hands up in defense. Sensing that his friend was feeling attacked, he put a hand on Keigo’s shoulder. “You’re totally entitled to feel how you feel, Keigo. And you’re right: you’re young, attractive, wealthy, and the second most popular pro in Japan. You’ve got brand deals, international fame…you’re the total package! A complete bachelor.”

Keigo cringed slightly, not sure if he liked being called that. “But one day, all of this ain’t gonna be enough for you,” Fatgum continued a soft look in his eyes. “You’re gonna want something different. Someone who you can trust to love you and not judge you to share your life with.”

He squeezed Keigo’s shoulder, and Keigo felt like he was getting advice from his father. “Trust me; those bachelor days don’t last forever, my friend.”

That night after going home to his penthouse, his relationships with you and Sakura sat on Keigo’s tipsy, fuzzy mind. Even as he sits here now, waiting for his girlfriend to finish up, he reflects on them heavily. While both have their fair share of positives, he also knows he could never have what he has with you with Sakura.

He’s known you since middle school! Since the days of acne, schoolyard fights, and other adolescent cringe. You know him inside and out: all the ugly; the bad; the flaws that make him Keigo. You know of his hurts and pains; the childhood trauma that sometimes has him waking up in the middle of the night; the insecurities he has in himself that sometimes get him down. Plus, you understand the difficulties, horrors, and uncertainties that come with being a pro.

You understand why he stays away from romance and steers clear from falling in love. Sakura could never understand any of this, and he is sure if he tries to explain any of this to her, it’d turn her away for good.

“Keigo?”

Keigo jumps, nearly having a heart attack at the sound of Sakura standing in his bedroom. She’s dressed in a pale pink sundress that pairs well with her hair which cascades down her back in waves. She looks like a beautiful, pink angel wearing sandals and with lips that remind Keigo of berries. “You alright?” she questions, worry in her eyes; those eyes like the cleanest, purest waters.

Quickly, he stands and clears his throat. No time to reflect on his future and lament his love life. He has a wedding to go to. “Yeah,” he assures her with a smile. As if throwing him a bone, his phone dings, signaling the arrival of the car he ordered twenty minutes ago. “Good, the car is around the corner. We should head downstairs.”

He goes to Sakura and wraps an arm around her lower waist. He presses a kiss to her lips, breathing in her scent of rose-scented perfume. “You look amazing, by the way. Maybe those two hours in the bathroom were what you needed.”

Sakura laughs and nudges him as they venture down the winding staircase to catch their ride.

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Fatgum and Haruko’s wedding reception is thrown in downtown Musutafu at the largest park in the city.

When Keigo gets out of the car and helps Haruko out of the backseat, he can see his friend broke his bank for the occasion. During wedding rehearsals (which occurred a week before the wedding and Fatgum’s bachelor party), their chosen portion of the park wasn’t yet decorated or littered with guests. But now, the place looks like something out of a damn Disney movie.

A trail of white satin leads to the area under a canopy of trees winded with fairy lights where the bride and groom will soon stand in front of seats reserved for specific guests from the front to the back.

A few yards away, and a walk away from the park’s parking lot, are the bar, bathrooms, and dance floor littered with white table-clothed tables and chairs for after the wedding reception. Among all of that are rolling hills of freshly cut, green grass and gazebos that will make for great photos. A few white tents litter the area as well, two of which Keigo is sure are reserved for the bride and groom.

When Keigo and Sakura walk into the wedding hand-in-hand, people are already setting up. A live band sets up their instruments while the priest stands at his post, reading over his lines. Guests are busy finding their seats, among them being fellow pro heroes, Fatgum’s and Haruko’s family and friends outside of the hero industry, and some UA students Keigo recognizes.

He instantly sees Ejriou Kirishima and Tamaji Amijiki, Fatgum’s prodigies. He winks at the two UA students, earning an overly-excited wave from Kiri in his suit while Tamaki looks like he wishes he wasn’t there. Off to the side near the punch bowls, Hitoshi Shinso is kneeling in front of little Eri, Aizawa and Mic’s daughter, fixing up her dress littered with blooming flowers as she giggles.

“Let’s get a drink,” Keigo suggests to Sakura to which she agrees. As they walk over to the mini bar for water or maybe a soda, Keigo is immediately ambushed by his friends. Yu aka Mt. Lady, in her normal form, practically runs over to them in a flowing purple dress and her creamy blonde hair tied in a French braid. “Heeey!” she sing-songs, already tipsy with champagne. “There’s my favorite couple!”

She throws herself at them, nearly breaking Keigo’s neck. “You say that about every couple you know, Yu,” he grunts while Sakura giggles, hugging her back. Yu pouts. “Well, I can’t help that I love love!” she protests. “Baby, tell Keigo to stop bullying me!”

On cue, Nemuri aka Ms. Midnight steps into the scene with her beautiful and busty self. She decided to go for a nice cobalt blue dress with a slit at the thigh while her hair is pinned back into a curly updo. “My, look at the sights here,” she purrs playfully. She gives Sakura a hug. “You look absolutely amazing, darling. That dress goes with your hair so much.”

Sakura blushes, happy with the compliment. Nemuri smirks at Keigo, a hand on her hip. “Hawks, you’re looking quite dapper today. I’m not used to seeing you without your goggles or a box of fried chicken in your hands.”

Keigo raises a brow at her, wondering why she wants violence so early in the day. “And I see you ditched the kinky collar for today’s festivities,” he retorts, nodding at her neck. “That’s sayin’ you didn’t bring it with you.”

“Oh, we did!” Yu says a little too loudly. “Nemuri insisted we take it with us for later.” Nemuri’s face turns as pink as Sakura’s hair while Keigo gives a big, bellied laugh, leaning back as he does. “Alright, alright, take that horny shit somewhere else,” Rumi grumbles, stepping over to shoo the two women away. Yu sticks her tongue out at the bunny hero, but leaves with Nemuri anyway, a hand on her waist.

Rumi eyes Keigo and Sakura, a playful smirk on her face adorned in soft makeup for the occasion. She went for a one-shouldered red dress that stops just above her muscular thighs and pumps that make her much taller than Keigo. But even with her normal height, the girl is an amazon. “Well, fancy seein’ you two here.”

“You too, cottontail,” Keigo replies, giving her that same sly smirk. “Where’s your date at?” Rumi gets a devilish look in her eyes as she sips her glass of champagne. “Oh, I’ll be findin’ her after the reception.”

“And you call Yu and Nemuri horny,” he scoffs. Sakura suddenly taps him on the shoulder, pointing at a nearby outhouse. “Keigo, I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick before the reception starts.”

He nods and they share a short kiss before he watches her walk away. Rumi watches her too before her eyes tick back to Keigo. “She looks really nice today. Surprised you even let us see her.” She chuckles despite Keigo’s eye roll. “Y’know, for a while, I thought she wasn’t real.”

“Gimme that,” Keigo grumbles, snatching the champagne glass from her and taking a sip. He wasn’t planning on drinking so early, but he might have to. “Anyway, where’s your roomie? If you’re here, ain’t she here too?”

He looks for you among the guests, figuring you might be with Rei. “She’s runnin’ late for some reason,” Rumi explains. Keigo scowls at her in confusion and she passively shrugs, crossing her muscular arms. “Kenji came over when I left early to help with decorations, I dunno. Maybe call the girl and find out.”

Keigo almost doesn’t want to. He has a feeling you’re late for a reason. Maybe you and Rei are fighting? Does he have to pull up and beat some ass, he wonders? Before he can contemplate calling, one of the wedding organizers hurries over to him and Rumi.

“There you are!” he sighs in relief. “We’re gonna start setting up for the reception, so we need you with the other best men.” Keigo winks at Rumi before sauntering off. “Duty calls!” he yells to her over his shoulder. “See you later on the floor!”

Quickly, he is whisked over to the reception area where most of the guests are seated and the band is readying to begin. When he shows up with the other best men, most of them being pros that he knows, he claps his hand with Fatgum and congratulates him on soon being a married man which Fatgum, in his suit, nearly cries about (the man is very emotional). Afterward, he stands at his post with the others while the bridesmaids face them from the other side where Haruko will soon be.

Taking advantage of the freedom he has now, he slides his phone out of his pocket and calls you. You don’t pick up on the first ring which is unusual for you unless you’re at work. So Keigo immediately knows something is up.

You pick up on the fourth ring. “Hello?” you answer, sounding less than pleased. Hearing your biting tone, warning alarms begin to blare in Keigo’s head. Maybe he really will have to beat some ass. Where’s Dabi at today? Maybe he’d be able to help Keigo bust some ass if he the pro can successfully bribe the warden.

“Hey, where you at?” he whispers into the phone before he can get any other murderous thoughts. “The wedding is starting soon.” You sigh in frustration, making his stomach roil anxiously. “Rei lost his wallet, so we’re gonna be late,” you explain in a huff. “Just save me a seat at the bar when it ends. And take pictures.”

Though Keigo is disappointed in the outcome of things so far, he promises to do so and hangs up before the wedding can start. It does so about fifteen minutes later. As soon as the band begins their rendition of “Here Comes the Bride”, Keigo’s stomach drops and he stands rigid as if he’s the one getting married.

Fatgum stands with the priest, his hands folded behind his back and trying to appear calm, but Keigo can see that the man is sweating through his suit. Eri comes out in her cute, frilly dress and sprinkles flowers along the floor before she’s scooped up by Aizawa and is sat down in one of the guest chairs.

Then, finally, Haruko enters with her father, locked arm in arm. The guests stand and turn to the bridge, watching as she waltzes in wearing her flowing white dress adorned in lace and holding a bouquet of red roses that match her waves of red hair. She walks slowly, taking her sweet time.

But as she does, Keigo notices something: while everyone’s eyes are on her, including Fatgum, her eyes stay strictly transfixed on her soon-to-be-husband, her stare never breaking for a moment. It is as if he is the only one in the room to her. No one else matters. “Isn’t she beautiful?” he hears one of the guests whisper to the other.

He blinks and suddenly, he is not looking at Haruko in her wedding dress, but at you. You stand there, glowing and radiant in white, your pretty brown eyes staring up at him as you stand together in front of the priest, ready to become one.

‘Yeah,’ he thinks to himself with a soft smile. ‘She absolutely is.’

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“Uh… hello?”

“(Y/N)! Hi! I’m here with Mikasa, Jean, and Connie, Cannibal’s new guitarist.”

Everyone greets you all at once, happily mumbling over one another.

It seemed weird to you that Armin called you in the first place. The last conversation the two of you had didn’t necessarily seem like an invitation for friendship on either end. However, your personal mission to end the controversy surrounding LOVESICK! is at a standstill. Eren has been missing in action for days; he never even read your message. You were hoping Armin could shed some light on the situation. Now, hearing all the voices on the other line, you are filled with a potent anxiety.

“Woah, uh, hey everyone,” you stutter.

“It’s alright, no need to panic, I get that this is a lot,” a reassuring female voice on the other end pipes in.

Mikasa. God, you miss her. With your feelings about Eren on the forefront of your mind, you never stopped to think about how long it had been since you two have spoken. You two had such fun together once upon a time. She didn’t deserve your silence.

“It’s good to hear your voice, Mimi.”

She chuckles at the nickname.

“You too.”

“Anyway,” Armin redirects, “this is actually a business call. A better one than last time, I hope.”

Your stomach drops.

“I’m listening.”

“We just left Eren’s apartment. He’s in really bad shape, and he’s very angry at all of us. So angry that he just quit the band.”

“Wow… that’s tough.”

You don’t quite know what else to say. It’s not undeserved, at least when it comes to Armin, but this puts everyone else in limbo. Knowing how close Mikasa and Eren are, you can’t imagine she’s taking this well.

“We’re not giving up,” Mikasa asserts, “We’re gonna try to win him over.”

“How? Eren isn’t exactly a wishy-washy kinda guy. I’m sure he meant it,” you question.

“You gotta talk to him.”

“And say what exactly?”

Silence. You figured that they may not have thought very far ahead, as all of this sounds pretty fresh.

“I actually have an idea,” a new voice pipes in.

“Oh, great, more plans! We definitely don’t need any of that shit right now, Connie,” Jean grumbles.

“This is actually something I think will work, and to be honest I didn’t even come up with it. Our fans did.”

“Our fans?” you question.

“Yeah, they actually exist. They’re just harder to find because the big accounts are… extremely opinionated.”

“What’ve you got, Connie?” Armin asks, optimism injected back in his voice.

“People are looking at the release date and thinking that it’s on the same day because we have features from each other on the singles. The idea’s gotten some attention, good and bad. But from what Armin said to us earlier, it sounds like we wanna get rid of the people who don’t respect the art. I think this would be a good way to do that, and it would be a good way to squash the beef. And if we do that…”

“Eren might be back in,” you finish.

“If you’re in,” Mikasa affirms, “Eren will be too. We can all tell he cares about you still.”

“Yeah, pretty much all of our songs have been about you since he met you,” Jean adds.

Your chest flutters.

“All of it?”

“I wish I was kidding. Some of them made it on the last album, but the dude is constantly writing sappy lyrics about you. He refuses to write anything else.”

A part of you assumed Armin was exaggerating when he told you the ways in which Eren has dimmed since you two parted ways. You’ve come to expect that from him. Jean, however, has always been straightforward.

It was always easier to hate Eren, knowing that he hated you too. Over the years, it became a shield to hide your pain behind. Very few people know exactly how difficult his leaving was for you. Your discography displays some of that pain, but there are still parts of it that are unknowable to you. All around you are reminders of him, all the time.

It only was a few months of your life, but you’ve known for years that these small, every day pains would stick with you forever. Your reluctance to participate comes from a fear of facing it — a fear of making small pains large again — but it’s being slowly replaced with hope.

You inhale deeply, knowing you could easily come to regret what you’re about to tell them.

“I’m in.”

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Chapter 17

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📛Trigger warnings: Sex, manipulation, toxic relationships, yandere, romanticized abuse, verbal abuse, degradation, Narcissistic family, mental illness/instability, delusional thinking, drug use leading to inevitable abuse, hallucinations, gas lighting, fractured psyche, co-dependency, enabling

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Ever since the bank heist you’d been on medical leave from your internship with Mirko.

“I want you to feel better, so don’t worry about hurrying back here, I’m very proud of what you did my little student shadow” she’d told you when you had finally felt up to calling her. That was a relief at least, and during this time off you really started thinking about your future. Two more months left of your time as a student had caused a wave of anxiety to crash down on the entirety of your class, everyone was nervous about being thrown out into the real world.

At least you had the support of your new family; You credit Katsuki and his parents for a lot of things, certainly the fact that you were still moving forward and hadn’t given up on living-That was the most important thing. Speaking of Katsuki, he’d been acting weird recently….It wasn’t like the blonde hot head to share in any type of group anxiety, nor demonstrate anything other than bold over confidence (Unless he was balls deep inside you of course). You couldn’t pin point anything to blame for his current behavior either. The only exciting or noteworthy event that stood out was the jewelry store robbery he’d apparently thwarted, which was kind of on accident. Apparently, Katsuki had just so happened to land on the sidewalk to readjust his gauntlet right as some villan was high tailing it out of the business directly infront of where your lover was standing. The owner was eternally grateful to get his items back and thanked Katsuki profusely, according to Izuku, it was all very sweet.

Deciding he’d tell you when he felt like it, you stopped thinking about it. One thing that definitely seemed to get under your boyfriend’s skin was the sudden increased contact you were having with his mother. You’d both gotten and earful from Mitsuki when she’d heard about what happened to you. It took over an hour to reassure her that you weren’t permanently brain damaged or suffering any other lasting side effects. After that she was able to praise you for your bravery, and even say a few nice things to Katsuki about how well he cared for you during and after the battle. Recently you’d began to talk to Mitsuki at least once every day, especially during the week she’d barred you from coming to the design studio.

“You still need to rest sweetheart, it’s just for the week I promise” she’d told you during your daily phone call.

That week had been absolute hell; You had been so bored, all you’d been able to do was attend classes and weren’t able to participate in any sort of physical activities whatsoever. It was weird being at the dorms while everyone else was out at their internships too. Since you were taking time off from your own, once that first week was up you were down at the Bakugou’s studio as often as you could be.

You’d been there so much you knew every single one of their employees names and developed friendships with them. The most exciting thing was when you finally finished your portion of the collaboration that you and Mitsuki had been working on together.

“So that’s it?! These are going to be available in a store somewhere soon?!” You’d asked, obviously extremely excited at the idea.

“You still have to do the promotional shots for the ad campaign and then we’ll be officially finished, but that’s enough for today, I don’t want you over exerting yourself any more than you already have” she speaks with authority but at the same time keeps that sugary softness in her tone. Ever since the meeting with Y/M/N It’s becoming even easier for the always unfiltered woman to access that motherly side of herself that had been locked away for so long. You had technically been handed over to her as soon as that woman walked out the door…Just yesterday she’d received a Manila envelope with all of your important documents in it. If that isn’t a sign you’d been given up then what else could be? She has yet to break the news to you though, you’d been through quite a bit of trauma in the last six months as it is.Plus, she wants you to remain in a happy mood for the big surprise that was soon to come.

It was around 5 o’clock one evening that Katsuki came strolling In unannounced to see his parents.

“I need to talk to you guys about something important…” he’d said nervously, a faint blush staining his cheeks. Once it was just the three of them in the studio, everyone else having gone home for the day, and you were back at the dorms “grounded”.

“Everything okay son?” Masaru asks, concern evident on his face and in the soft way he posed the question. “C’mon and spit it out already brat! We don’t have all night” exclaims Mitsuki, hiding her slight fear under the guise of annoyance.

Closing his eyes, Katsuki takes a deep breath in, and then after letting it out, he reopens his eyes.

Staring directly at both parents he begins “Before I say anything I want both of you to promise me that you will hear me out entirely and only then will you say whatever you think about the whole thing, deal?”. Of course his father is first to agree, his mother crosses her arms and narrows her eyes before finally giving a nod of agreement.

“I know people will talk shit and disagree with my decision but I’ve come to realize that tomorrow isn’t promised to anybody, and most definitely not someone In my line of work…So I want to make the best out of the days I have left….I’m going to ask y/n to marry me, and I’d like both of your advice and to help me do it properly” he looks back and forth between both of his silent parents.

Katsuki couldn’t help the sudden and harsh flinch that came from his mother popping up out of her chair to envelop him in a hug. While the two of them were busy with the awkward affectionate exchange Masaru was rooted to his seat. Luckily his wife had her back to him, and Katsuki was facing the wall, because he couldn’t have kept the shocked, quickly turned anxious look on his face. It seemed like a life time ago when the two of you had sat out on the back porch talking, what was it he said to you back then? Oh right, it was what he didn’t say; “Please get yourself out of this relationship before you end up in the situation I’m in” or even explaining what undoubtedly would happen if you’d refused.

As time went on he promised himself that he would have that talk with you. Then that one evening when you’d talked about what happened with your parents, and how they’d just left you alone…Seeing such a young, sweet girl so broken and sad, well it crumbled his already weak resolve. How could he possibly bring himself to be the one that ruins your first time thinking you could have a real family….Thinking that things could be different for you. Now his time was nearly up, couldn’t Masaru take a stand for once since he’d started married life?

“Dad?”

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

Identical red eyes stare at the bespectacled man, effectively pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Nothing! I’m just…so happy you found someone you love that much son” he wipes a tear from the corner of his eye.

I guess not.

After dropping you back off at UA Mitsuki and Masaru head across town to meet up with Katsuki.

Their son is standing outside of a small jewelry store as the two of them approach him. As soon as the three of them enter the store they’re greeted by a very cheerful old man, who treats them to the story of what a wonderful hero Katsuki is and how he stopped the thief that had robbed his store.

“-Id told him if there was ever anything I could do to repay his kindness to not hesitate in contacting me, so when he called me to ask for help in procuring a ring for his girlfriend I was more than happy to oblige!”. Mitsuki ruffles Katsuki’s hair with a proud grin on her face, “That’s my boy, the greatest up and coming hero there is!”. Katsuki huffs and takes a step towards one of the long glass cases throughout the room.

“Let me know when you find something you like!” calls the shopkeeper as he busies himself with shining some new jewelry behind the counter.

With a parent on either side of him Katsuki beings the arduous task of selecting a ring for you.

“What about that one son?”

“No”

“That one in the back is pretty, how-“

“Nope, too gawdy”

This goes on for over an hour; Katsuki repeatedly shoots down each suggestion his mom and dad offer. Only when they reach the final case of rings in the room does he spot something.

“That one right there in the back corner, that’s the one!” The explosive blonde exclaims, he’s positive this is the right choice.

The old man hobbled over to open the case, removing the ring and placing it in the younger man’s hand, “That one actually comes in a set”. He pulls a necklace with a few rubies adorning the white gold chain, “This will certainly match the charm you had me engrave earlier Ground Zero, shall I fasten it on?”.

“Yes, I’d like to see what it looks like” Katsuki says, eyes still on the ring in his palm.

“That’s really beautiful Katsuki, I’m sure y/n is going to adore it” Masaru says, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It will match her eyes nicely” Mitsuki adds, taking the ring from the boy’s open palm and looking it over for a minute “Nice choice brat”.

Katsuki hands his card over to the clerk who immediately informs him that rather than paying five thousand dollars for the set, he’s only charging him $200, also throwing in an unlimited warranty for any repairs or loss of gemstones, and free cleaning.

After packing up the purchases and placing them in a bag, the old man hands it over, thanking the young man for helping him once again and wishing him luck “I’m sure she’ll say yes!”.

For some reason you couldn’t stand being inside this evening.

After getting dropped off you went up to your room to change clothes and decided to head out for a walk.

Your feet carried you to the coffee shop near the school, where you got something to drink and decided to head back towards the dorms, wanting to be close by when Katsuki got back. Imagine your surprise when you run into Midoryia and Todoroki as you reached the gates leading into campus.

“Hello y/n-Chan!” The green haired boy greets you with his usual cheerful smile and wave.

“Good evening” you reply with a little wave of your own, immediately giggling at the strange sounding phrase coming from you “Just you two? Where’s Suki?”.

“Ah Kaachan said “I have some shit to do” as we left the agency, and took off In the opposite direction” Izuku informs you “Naturally when I tried to ask what, he told me to…well I’m sure you know what he said”.

“Oh okay, thank you for telling me! See you guys later” you say, walking through the gates but heading opposite of the dorms.

What could he be doing? Why didn’t he tell me he would be back late?

“Hey, where are you headed off to?” The sudden question startled you out of your thoughts and you realize that Shoto had fallen into step beside you. “Oh umm I just haven’t felt like being indoors tonight, so I’m just taking a walk around campus…” you reply, nervously gripping the cup in your hand as you look around. If Katsuki comes back and sees you walking around with Shoto…you internally cringe at the accusations that are sure to come. “Is there something you need? I kinda wanted this time to myself” you try to keep the fear and frustration out of your voice as the two of you turn a corner around one of the many school buildings.

Now that you had some cover from prying eyes you let out a sigh of relief, and decide to stop walking.

Now standing infront of you the peppermint haired boy meets your expectant gaze and he begins;

“I wanted to speak to you that same night you were in the infirmary but Bakugou wouldn’t allow it, and he’s kind of made it a point to keep me away from you ever since…Are you doing alright?”.

You bite your lip, shift your weight from one foot to the other, you’ve always hated being asked that question. “I was awake when you came to see me in the infirmary that night…I heard the two of you arguing outside the door” you have to force yourself to look the stoic young man in the face “You said that Katsuki and I had trouble in the past right? Did I tell you that? Because to be honest I can’t remember a time where I wasn’t happy with him”.

You see the suprise shift to sympathy in dual colored eyes.

Shoto has seen this same behavior in his own mother before, when people go through something traumatic sometimes they force themselves into forgetting those events as a means to survival.

He doesn’t want you to end up like that, doesn’t want to see you broken down by Bakugou, the way his mother was broken down by his father. “Maybe I misunderstood then, but just know that if it ever gets to be too much…that you can come to me, alright? We haven’t been as close lately but we were still good friends at one time, right?” He wanted to say more, wanted to shake you by the shoulders and tell you to wake up!

“Yeah we were, we still are! It’s just that…I’ve hurt Katsuki a lot, and he was there for me when my whole world was falling apart despite everything I put him through…So the least I can do is respect his wishes and not speak to you” you pause as you find yourself getting lost in his eyes, both of you saying nothing for a long moment.

“Just know that we’re still friends okay? Even if it doesn’t seem like it” you finish, stepping away and starting back towards the dorms.

“Yeah…just friends…” he breathes after you, forcing himself not to call out to you so he can take back the stupid things he’d said. It wasn’t like Shoto to be in other people’s business, hell he’d just said more to you than he usually does to anybody in a normal day. It was normal for him to want to save you, but it wasn’t some run of the mill villan off the street he’d be fighting.

It was his classmate, his friend.

No wonder Bakugou and his father got along so well, they were exactly the same in so many ways…

One of them being that they liked to break their women down until they became the ideal partner to meet their needs, to pump up their ego.

You were smart, eventually you would find the strength within yourself to get out….

“When that day comes, hopefully you’ll remember what I said”.

Katsuki slams the door to his mother’s SUV a little less harder than usual, before making his way through the gates that lead to the dorms. A chilly breeze had kicked up as he walked, once the front door of the building came into view he notices someone sitting outside on the larger steps. It takes him only a second to realize it’s you, you must have been waiting for him to come back. “The hell are you doing sitting out here?!” He calls out to you, immediately your head snaps up at the sound of his voice.

“I haven’t wanted to be inside, I needed some fresh air” you reply, getting to your feet as he nears the porch. “You aren’t even dressed properly, you’re going to end up getting sick” he chastised you before your arms wrap around him.

“I missed you…was wondering what you were doing…” you try to keep the accusatory tone from your voice, instead it comes out weak and small. Shit, he hadn’t thought of an excuse for where he’d been.

“C’mon let’s go inside, we’ll talk once we get upstairs” he says quickly, with a sigh you release him.

Following him inside and into the elevator.

“So you know how we get the next two weeks off?” Katsuki asks as he pulls his sweats and tank top out of his dresser. “Is it already next week? I haven’t been paying attention I guess” you respond from your spot on his bed, not bothering to look at him as you lay there. The shorts you have on are too short, giving him a nice view from the curve of your ass to your barely there underwear. “…Yeah well anyway, after class gets out on Friday we’re going to head home, cause the next morning we’re going on a trip-“ you interrupt him, immediately sitting up “We’re going out of town?! Where???!”.

“I was getting to that before you interrupted me dumbass” he snaps, tossing his clothes in the hamper and coming to sit beside you on the bed. “We aren’t just going out of town…we’re going out of the country” he pauses expecting another interruption, but this time your eyes just widen and you wait for him to continue “-To Milan, for fashion week”.

The squeal of excitement you let out has him wincing as he watches you fall back on the bed, kicking your legs. “What?! You have to be lying, you can’t be serious! You guys are taking me along?!”.

“Of course we’re taking you idiot, what else would you do? I definitely wouldn’t fuckin’ go if you weren’t coming along, I hate being dragged around to shit like this, it reminds me of being a little kid again” Katsuki scowls at the memory, but not for long as you suddenly throw your arms around him in a giant hug, “I’m so happy! It will be our first vacation together!”.

“The first of many” he can’t help but respond in such a sappy way, you were so excited now…you had no idea what was coming. As he listened to you ramble on about how excited you were, Katsuki couldn’t keep the sly smile off his face. Once you two returned from break, you’ll have a wedding to start planning, and soon you’ll be graduating.

Just another step closer to locking you down and making you into his doting, obedient, little house wife.

Once you two were married no one could step in and interfere, no one could ruin this relationship, not even you.

As they say;

Till death do us part

A/N: We are finally getting through everything that has to happen before the real insanity can begin!

We’re almost there, I promise! So close I can taste the despair 😋 I wasn’t going to add in the vacation part because I thought it was over the top but fuck it! (It’s not going to be super detailed or anything) The least he can do is show us a good time and make us feel oh so special before he has us locked down and goes psycho, right?

#bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou #yandere bakugou #yandere bnha #bnha fanfiction #mha yandere

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tanithias-art-blog · 8 months

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Depression and social anxiety

Warning: I'm about to talk about some mental health issues that could be triggering for some people. I just wanted to share because I hope this resonates with someone else and I can feel less alone in my dark periods.

Believe it or not, I've toyed with thoughts of

suicide since around the time I reached puberty (rather early - I was 11). I was categorized as Talented and Gifted in grade school, and I was kind of a Hermione Granger - a bit of a showoff. I don't know how much bullying I brought on myself, but I got picked on a lot. I was never surrounded by a group of friends; I usually had one or two outcast friends like myself, and we all got picked on together. We rode imaginary horses and played with "fairies." We played those girl-empowering characters like Charlie's Angels, Wonder Woman, and the Bionic Woman. We wrote plays for ourselves. Everyone else just thought we were weird.

Even now, as a middle-aged adult, I still deal with worries of not fitting in, of annoying other people, of seeming like a showoff even when I'm genuinely and rightfully proud of my accomplishments. I tell myself I don't care what other people think of me, and that's true until I find someone I really like and admire and want to be friends with - then I freak out and worry over every little thing I say and do. Am I even worthy of being friends with this person, these people? What makes me think they'd want to be friends with me?

My life is boring and uninteresting, and I'm on the cusp between lower and middle class, so I can't afford to do all the things most other people do. I seem unambitious, but I do have goals - it's just that those goals involve spending money I don't have. I want to continue learning French and Spanish, I want to take painting lessons, I want to go horseback riding, I want to travel. But unless I'm willing to work multiple jobs and have no time to myself for at least a year or two, assuming I could handle the stress for that long, I might as well just hang it up.

I've spent the last few days mostly sleeping, because I have no interest in doing anything, and anything I do just doesn't seem to compare with the similar things other people are doing. I feel like everything I do is substandard. I know that other people have problems and struggle, but from my POV, they still have it together way better than I do. I'm not good at playing the happy game.

I tried to draw what it feels like when I get into these funks. Curled up feeling useless, undesirable, and insignificant in my little black bubble, while other people have love and friendship and recognition. This is the best I could come up with.

#depression #social anxiety #mental health #mental illness #loneliness #tanithia draws #tanithia rambles #tanithia overshares

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viky2318 · 7 months

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Another story: the people!

Warning: Some of the characters have no reference sheet because I forgot to draw it (I'll work on it as soon as I can). the relationships could get updated if they interact with characters from other people or characters I may create in the future :3

Maddy

Description: she's one of a stubborn girl. If she wants something, she'll find a way to have it. She's the kind of person that first acts and then asks. sometimes (not too often and only between friends) she can get a little chaothic and silly. In contrast to this strong-willed attitude of hers, there's the fact that she has a slight sort of anxiety. Maddy has hard times interacting with new people out of the blue, and even if she can deal with them almost smoothly she could often feel really nervous and speak in a more "aggressive" way (see how she dealt with her first meeting with the others :D). She's a big fan of cuddles (she'll never admit it or ask for it tho) and sleeping (she's a cat after all). She always knows how her friends are feeling, no matter how good they are to hide it. Her body, which is made of wool, can stand a lot of physical stress (by this i mean putting her under a press, twisting her, etc) without getting broken. In combat she will mainly use her staff and magic attacks. to make her use the halberd you really need to make her hate you so much she can't stand your existence, and it won't be a first-sight thing. Don't hurt her friends. Never.

Relationships: Muffet: the two of them are besties. Despite the rough start, Maddy ended up really enjoying her company and that sort of weird way she has to talk to people sometimes. Grillby: Maddy really cares for him, even if he doesn't remember the time spent together. she sometimes comes visit him in his timeline, and ended up building again a nice friendship with him. Sam: She absolutely hates their guts. the only reason why they're still alive is Raehel's extreme patience and forgiveness. Flowey: She and the flower are nice friends. they have a similar vibe, and they share similar stories. Sometimes you could see them as partners in crime, but they're not really a pair of prankster or anything. Smiling man: Maddy's feelings towards both of his sides are really neutral. She knows he exists, she stands his presence, but that's it. she finds Seam a bit of an eexggerated and Gaster a bit of a wimp. Raehel: she's a little scary, but for the rest she's a really nice lady. Maddy respects her greatly, but with a little bit of fear (more or less in the same way Susie respects Toriel in Deltarune :D) and has a thing for her snail pie. Other: She has a solid relationship with Ezra, Grillby's brother, as she often chats with him when she goes visiting Grillby. She loves hanging out with The human Children, as they have all the cuteness of any child but they don't mistreat her poor tail.

Notes from the author: She's the last character I elaborated, but I think she became my favourite dude out of all. Originally I drew her palette based only on the standard Mad Mew Mew dress, but then took out her dark dress and messed around with the two of them. I like to think she's a big fan of Epictale Mad Mew Mew 'cause she's herself but badass.

Muffet

Description: she's a friendly girl with a bit of an attitude, a slight british accent and one of an unsettling glare. by being the head of her spider clan for over 40 years she knows how to bend people at her will, with the good ones or the bad ones. She likes to have a certain stability in her life, that being a regular routine and a place to come back to at the end of the day. she can easily strike a conversation with anyone, without being too overwhelming or annoying. sometimes, out of old bad habits, she has a weird way to cheer up and encourage people. she kinda threatens them while speaking, using a quiet and sweet tone of voice with a hint of something unsettling. you could be trying to find a way to propose to someone and she could come to you and say "C'mon dear, you can do this! and if you can't, I can always turn them into a muffin~". she likes baking, as many other Muffets, but she also enjoys making dreamcatchers and sewing. She can shapeshift into a normal looking spider, but she doesn't do that as she thinks she looks fat in that form. Instead, she often shapeshifts only her arms. to stab people.

Relationships: Maddy: Muffet is really close to her. the two of them sometimes go shopping together, often stopping by a nice clothing shop (they both like fancy stuff). she kinda admires how Maddy can go trough bad stuff more easily than her. Grillby: Muffet misses him. Maddy convinced her to come and visit him a few times, but seeing him feels bittersweet. Muffet doesn't see him as the fire man she knew, as not only he doesn't remember her but he also is a bit different. Muffet would like to accept the new Grillby as easily as Maddy did, but she's having a hard time doing so. Sam: She despise them. Muffet never fully understood what was going trough the human's mind, and the fact that they convinced her to kill people that easily made her more wary of humans in general. if she already wasn't a fan of humans, now she really has hard times trusting them. Flowey: The two of them get along. sometimes. Often Flowey is too chatty and insolent for our spider. they get along mainly when there are others around, but it doesn't mean they can't start discussing in such situations. Smiling man: there are some mixed feelings regarding this person. She doesn't mind Gaster as he never really tried to do anything wrong against anyone, but he also is the idiot that left Sam free when they first got warned by Raehel. Seam, by the other hand, sounds more firm but is also less trustworthy. Raehel: She and Muffet have a stable friendship, often hanging out in the kitchen or with the children. The only thing Muffet would criticize about her is her are her overprotective mom's instincts... Other: She sometimes enjoys chatting with Fresh, both being extremely chatty dudes. She sometimes visits her siblings, who are the only ones to know what happened her in the whole timeline.

Notes from the author: As i've always been a super-duper fan of Muffet, this gal was the one I elaborated first. The first time she was supposed to be a survivor from a Littletale genocidal run (I don't even know if that exists) that Sam adopted and grew up as a daughter and then decided to use to kill not Sanses, but popular characters in general. I even had a sketch of her going against the Bad time trio. On another try she was from Undertale and had a sister called Tuffet (truly an original name) who died on a genocide run (I had a thing for murdersprees) and Sam promised Muffet to bring her back if she did what they told her. There was a try somewhere where she teamed up with Error to kill Sam for a reason I honestly don't remember.

Grillby

Description: he's a quiet guy with an unreadable expression. He always looks the same (which is pretty much of a neutral expression) and his eyes are perfectly hidden behind a pair of thick lenses. without the glasses, he's almost blind. He doesn't mind speaking with people if asked, but he will rarely try to start a conversation. despite this almost cold facade (unintended pun), he's a caring guy who likes to see people happy and well. He has the habit of searching for every outcome to every situation, trying to go for the best one. this is sometimes a bit of a bad thing as he often ends up looking at the many negative possibilities and almost ignoring all the positive ones. He can sometimes be a little pessimistic, but all he's trying to do is to keep safe the ones he cares for. Grillby isn't the best fighter: his attacks are weak and limited. he though is one of a great defender, and you can be sure that as far as he has someone or something to defend, you WON'T go past his walls in ANY way. If you try, you'll probably get incinerated. After the events of "Another story", our fire friend got practically resetted and has no memory of what happened back then or who are the people that come to his and his brother's place.

Relationships: Muffet: A quiet lady. comes rarely, and always with Maddy. she looks like a toughtful lady. maybe a little sad. One day he should try talk to her. Maddy: An interesting girl. An almost regular costumer, comes twice or thrice a month. who knows where she's from. Grillby enjoys her strong attitude and doesn't mind conversating with her. Ezra: His one and only brother. He cares for him like nothing else in the world. They are almost always together, either in the restaurant or outside. Sam: A person. Grillby saw them only once, and they seemed a pretty normal guy. he though won't forget that feeling of nostalgia he had when he saw them. Flowey: One of Maddy's friends. he tags along sometimes, more frequently than Muffet. almost as chatty as Maddy, not as friendly as her but not annoying. he sometimes looks at Grillby with some sort of... hate? superiority? sorrow? something like that. he though always hides it as Maddy comes in. Smiling man: Two interesting men. they seem like brothers. Gaster is more of a emphathetic person, while Seam seems more cold. for some reason tho, he ended up speaking more with Seam than with Gaster. they don't come often, once every few months, and (curiously) it's always only one of them per time. Raehel: Maddy spoke about her a few times, but Grillby never met her in person. She sounds like a nice lady. Other: the usual relationships Undertale Grillby has with the other characters.

Notes from the author: I thought about making him shorter than the standard. Just for fun. But at that point he started to become too cute, and I wanted him to stay more one the "cool" side. second guy I elaborated of the trio, in a timeline he was Muffet's brother and in another he was a guy Sam tried to use to kill sanses. and in this last timeline he was supposed to be from Fellswap Gold and be a professional shooter.

Raehel

Description: An old lady who lives away from everyone in the farthest corner of the multiverse. she has eight loving children, seven humans and a flower. She's kind and patient, the loving mother everyone would like to have. She has some sort of aura, that feeling of wisdom and ancient coming from her. She knows how to make herself be respected without the need to be violent (she is a mother, after all). She has a thing for gardening since cooking slowly became almost a waste of materials (this almost godlike form doesn't need to sleep or eat), and after the events of "Another story" she started travelling more often out of curiosity. the Multiverse has changed since the last time she saw it... The books of her bookshelves aren't the only books she reads, as she sometimes visits other worlds' libraries (nobody knows when you'll find the ultimate butterscotch-cinnamon pie recipe...). Despite the fact that she may look just a sweet and patient old lady, Raehel is capable to stand against almost everyone in battle (even if she tries to avoid fights). Remember that our goat lady is everyone's mom friend. yeah, even yours. She doesn't know you? it doesn't matter.

Relationships: Muffet: The two monsters get along easily, and Raehel tends to care a lot for her health as she always looks a little too thoughtful. There are times where she starts discussing with Asriel, but the old lady can clearly see they don't hate each other. Maddy: Truly a lovely little lady. She is polite, strong and friendly. one of the few people outside the family that gets along with Asriel. Sam: Raehel has a lot of patience for everyone, but Sam is one of a kind. Flowey: her first child. a little irrespectful from time to time, but it's something acceptable in a certain limit for someone of his age. Smiling man: She is slowly forgiving them. very slowly. the two left Sam use some innocent souls to murder hundreds, mistreat her child, and almost bring the multiverse to an end. Seam thinks he knows everything and Gaster has no strenght to say no to his child. This is not acceptable in a parent. Grillby: that poor creature. he got trough so much, only to forget about his few friends and be sent back to their small reality. at least now they look happy. Fresh: Fresh is a dear family friend. he has a very bright personality despite his lack of real feelings, and this is something Raehel respects. He often visits to chat, and sometimes brings guests. sadly, the latter aren't always really nice, and they are never there to simply conversate. Other: Raehel deeply loves all of her children and has the natural tendency to care for everyone.

Notes from the author: She is a character I first thought for another project I ended up scraping and then ripping apart to stick pieces of it all over "Another Story" and other things I'll post one day maybe. When TATATALE's Hopes and Dreams event came out I absolutely wanted her to partecipate, but I introduced her too late... TwT

Flowey

[REF SHEET COMING SOON]

Description: surely one of a stubborn, chatty flower. He has the bad habit to act as a know-it-all, thing that comes from when he still could reset and mess aroud in his timeline. He's a strong willed dude that knows too well how to read someone's expression and body language. he thinks a little too high of himself, seeing a lot of normal people as idiots. If you're able to get trough his shell of criticism against everyone and everything, he can become your best friend (in the real way). he'll support you in all your plans (not without some constructive criticism, of course) and he'll make sure nobody hurts you if you can't stand by yourself. He doesn't handle very good pblic demonstrations of affection (hug him in a crowd and he'll get all grumpy and go "the hell man" but will probably blush cutely UwU). he's real good at fighting, mainly using small seeds like bullets (the "friendliness pellets") and some dangerously spiky vines to cause as much damage as he can in the shortest amount of time. and remember! DO NOT. TOUCH. HIS SIBLINGS.

Relationships: Muffet: he says he hates her. She's stubborn, annoying, weak, and yet she's one of a smartass and most of the times she's right about what she says. the times the two of them speak there isn't much friendliness. despite all this, Muffet is allowed to get near his family. Maddy: They're practically partners in crime. She passed the check almost immediately, and even if Flowey will never admit it he really enjoys spending time with her. Sam: no comment because if comment then bad comment. Grillby: Flowey never met him before he lost the memory of the multiverse. Maddy said he was a bit of a depressed, pessimistic dude, but that now he looks way happier. In Flowey's opinion, he's too silent. Smiling man: Flowey doesn't hate the two of them, but they surely doesn't like them either. there isn't much that can be said for them. Raehel: His dear mother. he acts as an edgy teen sometimes, but he deeply cares for her. her cinnamon-butterscotch pie is the best. The Children: his beloved siblings. loves all of them, and no one will ever dare hurting them. Other: he has a particular hate towards Fresh.

Notes from the author: I wanna eat his face. he's a grumpy babyboi. skrunky lil' flower. a little cute pie. also (and I'm gonna eliminate this when I make his reference sheet) he's 52 cm and not 32.

Smiling man

[NO REFS (FOR NOW)]

Description: Smiling man is the general term for the two entities that live in the same body, one being Seam and the other being Gaster. the two both enjoy leaning new things, being curious about everything. they are patient and usually friendly, even if Seam surely is less friendly than Gaster. [You can find their story HERE]. - Seam: he is the rational side. the logical one, the one that created the CORE and that knew Sam was dangerous. he is more distant, more formal, more "elegant". he doesn't really care about others, but still will try to not sound like a jerk. - Gaster: he is the emotional side. the empathetic one, the one that cared deeply for the young human and that built a family for himself (only to see it forget about him). he is more friendly, more warm, more caring. he tries to make everyone happy, but is too scared to make the wrong thing to take serious decisions.

Relationships: Muffet: they think she has a lot of talent. she could be a really strong fighter, maybe even at the level of some multiverse travellers. she just doesn't realize it. or doesn't want to. Maddy: a particularly determined girl. Seam likes how stubborn and straightfoward she can be. Sam: It's almost considered their child. both Seam and Gaster treat him as such, one being more serious and strict while the other being more soft and loving. Flowey: they respect each other. Gaster cares for him, as he feels guilty for what he went trough because of Sam.

Grillby: the two find him a really good listener. Seam likes how he's able to do anything for his friends and family. Raehel: Their relationship is getting better. She's a little scary, to be honest, but they're learning to get along. Other: Jevil is their best friend since always. he sometimes comes by and visits the two, and they play Uno all together and chat about literally anything.

Notes from the author: I wanted Sam to have a guide of sort. Initially we had our friendly Template, but then I elaborated new plans for the human and decided to give them a father figure.

Sam

Description: the human. They are quite extroverted and friendly, as long as they want you to like them. he can be a little forgetful and clumsy at times, but only for things that aren't really important. They have the tendency to not care really about people and things as they are nothing but mere puppets in the hands of the creators. They are also very, very good at hiding it. They always try to not be too visible, not too noticeable, as neutral as they can. there is not much that can be said about them.

Relationships: the trio: they treat the three all in the same way and doesn't really care about them. they just don't wanna deal with the three anymore and will move on. Flowey: same for the trio. the only difference is that they don't trust Flowey. he knows way more than the trio. Smiling man: their father figure. they'll never admit they care for the two a little bit. Raehel: ... scary. Other: Fresh is annoying. Jevil is always tagging along with them and they honestly don't mind him.

Notes from the author: They originally were supposed to be called Someone. yeah. truly an original name. they also were supposed to be an entity outside the worlds, something like a player, with the powers of a creator and stuff, just having fun messing around. the human form was like a default skin, and he could turn into practically anything (his default monster appearance was an almost human-sized crow). despite being my second older character for this whole mess, i have no idea of how to describe them. it is all in my head, so intricated and cool, but it's pretty hard to put it into words.

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vanaglori-ah · 2 years

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under the stars

pairing: priya x gender neutral! reader

word count: 1,414 words

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tag list: @mrsbsmooth @lasswithumor

too much drama.

love island was a reality show all about the drama. of course you would know that. you were on the show. you watched it with your best friend when it was airing. it was a form of entertainment and bonding, eating snacks with them as you both screamed at the telly and ranted to each how horrible one person was to the other.

weird how your best friend was probably now watching you.

sitting outside.

on the day beds.

alone.

you needed to be left alone, especially after you had endured all the drama recently. lottie was acting out of her lane, dragging you into it, asking for your opinion, and getting mad when you didn’t take sides. of course she was out of her lane. she’s been there since day 1! and what was it now? day 13? you were done. part of you wanted off this island-

“it’s a little chilly out here, isn’t it?”

you immediately sit up. priya in all of her glamor. her nightwear was always so cute. you were kind of jealous that it was cuter than yours. “well it’s not like it’s raining. it’s pretty moderate out here.” you pull the duvet closer to your body. “it’s actually warmer than inside. the villa is freezing!”

“i get cold easily too.” she slides next to you.

“so...” you look away, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. you were sitting right next to your crush! sure, you loved the others. you loved your partner. but it just wasn’t right.

every interaction you had with priya...now that was right. the way she laughed, how she wrapped her arms around you, the smell of her pineapple mist when she walked past you and you caught of whiff, the silkiness of her hair and its vibrant color. you also loved her beauty mark or the way she applied her lipstick. she needed to tap the end against her lips before smearing it with her finger. or how she fiddled with her nails when she was excited, trembling with anxiety. and you loved how she gently ran her fingers through her hair in the morning in an attempt to detangle. or how she peeled onions so effortlessly with her fingers and didn’t tear up. there was tension between you two. a lot of it.

but you didn’t know if she could feel it too.

“what are you doing out here?”

“i’m joining you silly!” she sticks her tongue out as she moves closer. “you looked a little lonely out here anyways. besides, someone has to check up on you.”

“it’s nice to know people care.”

the two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, looking up at the stars. you could see them so clearly. it was nice to be here, on the day bed without hearing any noise. everyone was sleeping and your mind was clear. plus if someone was doing bits, you couldn’t hear them.

“hey, i’m sorry about earlier.” priya sighs.

“sorry for what?”

“for dragging you into operation nope.” she turns on her side to look at you. you look at her. she looks like an angel with the moonlight acting as a halo. she looks ethereal, like a moon goddess. “it was immature of me. and i should’ve known that it would obviously turn out poorly.”

“to be fair, there’s nothing to do in the villa asides from stir up drama.” you chuckle. “but it’s fine. i think nope needs a break anyways. like noah needs some distance to really appreciate hope you know? plus some change might be good for her, try something new to see if it’s right.”

“who do you think should be with hope?”

“lucas.”

“lucas? really?”

“yeah. he’s got a big fat crush on her anyways. and they have similar working lifestyles you know? so it works out. lots in common. i think him saying he likes blondes is a fluke, probably to get dudes off of his back if they ask him what his type is. he said he’s not into one singular type anyways. besides, anyone can have blond hair.”

“yeah but you’re coupled up with lucas.”

“we’re more like a friendship couple.” you shrug. “he has a crush on hope. and...i have a crush on someone else.” you hesitated in saying the last part.

“really?” priya’s eyes widen as she leans closer to you. your breath hitched in your throat from the distance. you were so close. if you could push yourself a little, your noses would touch. “who? who? you can tell me. who’s got (y/n)’s attention here? i mean you are the hottest person here.”

the heat within your cheeks grew hotter. unbearably hot. “i- uh...well, that’s complicated!” you started laughing nervously, pulling the duvet up to cover your face.

“awww! little (y/n) is embarrassed! you have to be massively into this person then since you’re so nervous! like a school mate.”

“it’s more than just a school crush.” your voice is slightly muffled by the duvet.

“then who! i gotta know! maybe i can help!”

“ummm...well...” you slowly move the duvet to reveal your eyes as you look into hers. they glimmered like the stars above you. you were only a mere planet.

priya was a galaxy.

“y-you.”

you immediately pulled the duvet back over your eyes. you didn’t want to see her face, know her reaction. what if she reacted poorly? what if she didn’t like you that way and it felt like you were pressuring her? what if the audience’s favor for you finally died down after this and they would assume you had bad intentions? would they crucify you for betraying lucas, who was probably an audience favorite? there were so many things that could go wrong and oh god this was a mistake! coupling up with lucas was a mistake! trying to make friends was a mistake! coming here was a mistake! love island was a mistake!

priya’s hands gently pull the duvet cover to reveal your face. you let her, opening your eyes slowly. her face was calm and her lips curled into a small smile. your hands trembled, afraid of what’s to come.

she gently covers your hands with her own.

“i’m flattered!”

she leans in.

your noses are touching.

“you know, i do have to admit. i also have a crush on you. and for a while actually, since i came in. you were the first person who caught my eye.”

you didn’t know what else to say and your body trembled with excitement as she leaned in and her lips met yours.

her lips were soft and her kiss was gentle. the grip on your hands tightened ever so slightly. you were frozen for a brief second because you could not believe it.

you were kissing priya.

you were kissing your crush.

never in your life had that happened.

but this was love island. love island was the farthest thing from your mundane life.

you kissed back eagerly, your lips moving to the pace she set. this was a lot different than in the challenges. those kisses were steamy and sure, full of passion. but they were garbage compared to this.

this kiss was intimate, soft, emotional. you could sense the love behind it. even if it was a crush, or as lottie put it, the fanny flutters, it still was real. what you felt was real and what priya was feeling was real. and her reciprocating was as tangible as the day bed you both were lying on.

you both pull away after what felt like a second. a blissful second that you desperately wanted to last longer.

“i-i thought you struggle to commit.”

“well,” she hums, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “i do. but i’m willing to give it a shot.” she leans closer to you. “for you. even if it...scares me.” she bites her lips and looks away, a blush beginning to form on her cheeks.

you smile. “we can take it slow. there’s no shame in that.”

she looks back at you, her eyes bright. “you’re so amazing, you know that (y/n)?”

“i try my damnedest.”

you lean towards her and press your lips against her own before wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her taut to your body. she grabs the duvet and pulls it over the both of you, shielding your bodies from the cameras.

you couldn’t wait for the next recoupling.

#litg #love island the game #litg s2 #litg priya #litg fanfic #litg priya x reader #x reader #female reader #male reader #gender neutral reader

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S2 FINALE LIVEBLOG

lmao this is the same clip from the weird cheesy supervillain sitcom as last time. i don’t know why i remember the sandals joke but i did

ANYWAY

im so nervous and anxious man im shaking like a chihuahua

absolutely fucking vibrating

i feel like im gonna THROW UP

anxiety and terror aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

IT HASN’T EVEN STARTED YET AND I FEEL LIKE I MDYING

ohhh here it goes here it goes oh fuck

FEAR FEAR FEAR

AAAAAAA

ah its day now

dfgjdlkfgjdfg hand tree ghkjfgfh

“im. having feelings” yeah girl that happens

“this is the safe house?” “potentially.”

god what are her family gonna be like

it’s so weird they fave her a family

oh my god this is so weird already

mr benedict’s reaction dglkjhflgkjhgh

DGH;KLFJGHGH “HELLO. NUMBER”

so number is her canonical first birth name?????????

HILARIOUS

and unfortunate

“madame chops”

her brother “one”????????

what the fuck

I don’t know how I feel about that tbh

I don’t necessarily hate it but I don’t know if I like it either

JACKSON AND JILLSON IN THE BACKD LFKGJDFG

AND JEFFERS DFLKGJDLFG

“approved”

“I do think evil is a bit overexuberant”

oh mr benedict and the others all immediately talking her up ldkgjdg

“nice to see my sister is finally sustaining friendships”

“YOU’RE THE YOUNGEST” DLGKJLKHGJFGLHKJFGHKJ ONE IS THE YOUNGEST?! GIRL

“go dark” that’s a horrifying way to put it thank you

“I am gaining. SO MUCH understanding” dlfkgjdflkgjdfgkj

ohhh miss perumal and reynie

“mr benedict is convinced he can reach them” “of course he’s going to say that. he’s happy”

“I don’t see how talking to dr curtain is going to stop him” ohhh from coming from reynie

“he’s the bad guy, but mr benedict wants to save him” OHH

“maybe we have to save the bad guy, if we can. maybe that’s the only way to really win” OHHHH

lkdjfglkdjfg curtain lmao

the visible “what the fuck”

GIRL HYPOCRITE

YOU LITERALLY ALSO KIDNAPPED HIM LMAO

CURTAIN YOU’VE TRIED TO KIDNAP HIM MULTIPLE TIMES

“it helped YOU”

“people are going blank” “you’re in denial” “it’s still about control for you”

MR BENEDICTS FUCKING EXPRESSION WHEN HE IMMEDIATELY CLOCKS WHERE THEY ARE I LVOE THIM<3

CURTAIN’S ALREADY NOTICED oh god oh god oh god

“how long has it been like that” OH NO

OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO

OH GOD

NO ALREADY? FUCK

FUFKC FUCK FUCK

BUT GOD CURTAIN WA SACTUALLY IMMEDAITELY PANICKING HE WAS CONCERNED OH GOD OH FUCK

FUCK IM FREAKING OUT MAN IM FUCKING LOSING IT

NOT NOW, THEME SONG! PISS OFF!

please my heart is pounding

“have you adopted any of those children”

oh that comment about the orphans im biting number two’s mom

im half waiting for curtain to just come booking it down the stairs panicking ldkgjfgdfgdhh

“weird swinging pattern”

i hate number two’s mom<3

a prison of spare bedrooms

ohh rhonda!

im also biting one.

commercial break. ogugughhh but WHERE ARE THE TWINS

like I care about all this other stuff but im way too anxious about whats up with mr benedict please

I cannot emphasize enough I am Literally shaking

not hyperbolically. literally.

yooo im so scared oghohfhgfghhhhh

oh curtain is freaking out

OHHH OH NO

“I NEED YOU TO WAKE UP. WAKE UP!” FUCK

it is a bit fast but I don’t think he’d be faking it? I mean maybe but

hmhmmgnghhhhh he was rubbing his neck when no one was watching so probably not right?

and constance is probably not far behind oh god

“and im completely fine with that” why do I feel like she isn’t . normally anyway

THE WAY HE SAYS THE JIGSAW PUZZLE THING IS SO FUNNY FOR SOME REASON

also how come they were like “we need everyone” and yet no one’s checked in on mr benedict yet

even briefly to see what’s up

I mean I guess they think he and his brother are hashing up but not even checking??

OHHH IM LOSING IT

“PLEASE, PLEASE I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO” “YOU WERE RIGHT” OHHH IF I CONVINCED YOU IT WAS GOOD THEN YOU WOULD THINK I WAS GOOD OH HYOU HAVE TO FIXC TUHS ISSRGLIDKFJGDFLKGJDFG I CANT EVEN OH MY GOD HOHI USGRSFDFGES CRYINHDFGIL OVEHGLKIJBRGFDKJGKHJFGLKHJFGHJ

HUGGGG

that was a dirty trick but it worked

not sure how that will go

this song! slaps!

ah lumberjack action

also no hope for Jackson and jillson working with them at this point I think

JSACKSON AND JILLSON CONTINUE TO BE ICONS

SO IT WORKED? IT WORKED THE WHOLE TIME

ALSO hey nicholas? say I love you back. now.

I love you but curtain needs to hear I think.

“im sorry.” “for what?” “the blow dart. I know it hurt.”

oh that is a lot of greys

JILLSON IN THE SLING I DIDN’T NOTICE THAT BEFORE

dlkfgjldkgj the war cries<3

rolllll credits

“this is my home” oh. kay

curtain?????????????

oh that’s . hm. a weird thing to say out loud?

hmmm this is.

cheesy. a bit forced.

but also I love ut. but also I don’t. but also I do. but also I don’t

also curtain do you REALLY think it’s that easy

you can’t just be like “anyway I quit. bye”

JACKSON AND JILLSON….OH.

oh …. that angle. from above. that. what the fuck.

and separated from jillson??? that’s. weird

not bad just weird

LDKJGLKDJFGLKJDFG THEY’RE JUST GONNA KEEP GOING

“YOUR PHILISOPHY WIOLL LIVE ON! EVEN WITHOUT YOU!” “don’t want it to”

“IM JUST NOT CLEVER WITH WORDS :(“

“are you handy” “I don’t understand the question”

uh oh shes already gone hasn’t she

oh god

that’s not good

“no WE’LL fix it” right? YRSGKJHG YEAH

fuck !!!!!!!!!!!!

OKAY see on one hadn this thing with curtain’s redemption here feels. kind of forced as hell. but also consider I love it. but also I am conflicred. but also I lveo it flgkhjfgkhjfgh

also WHERE THE FUCK IS SQ LMAO???

very last scene it’s just curtain sipping tea with nicholas then going “….oh I should probably go get sq, huh?” and mr benedicts like “who” and then curtains face makes a visibly oh wait, fuck face and then theme song

night at the museum commercial? dlkfgjdfg???? rami malek or bust.

THE SRTEAMS FREEZING NOOOO

okay just during commercials. for now.

NOOO ITS DOINGI T AGAIN

if this interrupts the actual episode I’ll cry real tears

“A FATAL ERROR OCCURRED”?????? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, STREAM?

NO YOU’VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME

ITS CUTTING OFF WHAT THE UFCK

okay okay it restarted but its still pausing and its mid episode so ive missed something

but. I don’t think much

WELL THERE ARE WORSE THINGS

“there has to be a similar fix” “what if there isn’t”

wait. are you fucking kidding me. the joke fic idea I had about “a moment of true happiness fixes them” is real??????

why don’t I ever publish my amazing predictions now I sound like a liar

“as the three people she cares most about in this world” ouch

ohh but he says “you’re the ones who make her happy” with such confidence like it’s obvious

STICKY. BITCH

extremely funny that kate’s was actually really touching and sticky was like WHAT ARE YOU DOING but sticky is just like remember that time you exploded something with your mind? good times

BULLY EACH OTHER

I NEED YOU ALL TO RELENTLESSLY BULLY EACH OTHERLKFGJKGJFGHFGH

oh no okay get her to insult them

the idea that he’s just like. what if we made her soooooo need to mock us

I mean she has broken through with mockery before

also curtain’s expression in response to this

I know this isn’t going to happen but I desperately need mr benedict to kiss her forehead

ITS THAT ITS NOT TIED TO ANY EMOTIONAL NEED KJDLGKLGJ

AGGRESSIVELY RECITING POETRY

MR BENEDICT NO PLEASE

and curtain’s “oh god face”

THE SWEATER VEST SAVES THE DAY

“I’D RATHER BE IN A COMA THAN LISTEN TO THIS”

miss perumal and mr benedict hug is not the one I saw coming??????????

okay fair enough

so what the FUCK is going to happen with curtain now

are jeffers, jackson, and jillson are the main bads of s3? possibly also garrison?

totally off the books then but honestly im good with that

“other home” :)

“back to the compound” “oh yes”

oh right because he’s going to. undo it. wow. okay

DLKGFJKGDH HUG<333

of course there’s also the chance that curtain is in fact lying

manipulating him in some way

still going to be the next season’s villain

which would actually be extremely heart wrenching

“well I think I lost a bit of perspective on this one” yeah no shit. I love you so much

leadership role <33

“is this something im invited to” “no” funny but ouch

oh sticky and reynie conversation<3

“ive got two places” like number two!!!!

just waiting for the ominous stinger.

unless they aren’t planning for a season three but they did leave some loose ends so

and still no sq

FIVE WEEKS

dlkgjdlfkgj

THE LUMBERJACK CUP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

loggerheads, excuse me

ohhh letters from sticky<333333

parallels to episode one <33

AND LETTERS FRO MTHE OTHERS TOO

milligan took the alapaca dlkfgjdfg lmao

okay they just have an alapaca now

ohhh little doodles!! is this constance’s?

I LOVE YOU CONSTANCE

THAT’S IT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH CONSTANCE LKFJGFGJH

“for another sweater” <33

is she going to finally admit he’s her dad ????????

ohhhh shes asking about where she comes from….. ohhhh…..

“oh id be happy”

WAIT WHAT?

HE’S CANONICALLY 51? BIUT THAT DOESN’T

WHAT

CURTAINS JOINING THE SOCIETY????? IOS THAT ALLOWED

EXCUSE ME

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE UFCK WHAT THE UFCK???????

excuse me??? ARE YOU FUCKING “EURUS HOLMES”ING US?????????????? BITCH?????????????????????????????????????

#mbs liveblog #the mysterious benedict society #mbs disney #mbs #tmbs #mysterious benedict society #HOLY FUCK?#mbs spoilers

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Whumptober day 28: It's Just the Tip of the Iceberg

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Prompts;

Anger born of worry

Punching the wall

Headache

I cant not Kami angst so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it just fits. This could be a few relationships or friendships, so read it as you like :3

UA's highschool class 1-A became close almost immedietly. Maybe it was the insane entrance exam, maybe the crazy teacher, the life or death situations, or even just that they were those kinds of people. But whatever the reason, they considered their classmates their friends- if not family- and took it very seriously when things like now happened. But after the things they'd been through, it was understandable that theyd be cautious.

Check-ins were a must have, a requirement by the teachers and a sense of comfort for friends. Missing a check-in was a mistake only one student had made, and no one wanted a repeat of that situation. And with the circumstances leading up to this missed check-in, it only had the anxiety growing.

Kaminari had gone home for the weekend on short notice to their sensei. Denki wasnt one to make the trip often, he seemed fine staying in the dorms, and no one really questioned it- the trips were short on weekends and often more hastle than they were worth. He'd even done the first two check-ins, though the one worded messages had been a little out of character. Aizawa and the others had let the first missed check-in go for the fact there had been a major storm that night, figuring he'd send a message once he recovered. The storm lasted until early morning- not that anyone was following it every minute to ensure it didnt get worse, no sir.

But even after the storm ended and the hours following, no word came. No memes, no emojis or emoticons, no one worded text, no paragraph about a book, nothing. Aizawa calls Sunday morning, but it goes straight to voicemail. Not too weird, it was a bad storm, he waits an hour and calls Denki's parents. He hadn't been a fan of them the first time he'd met them, and this phone call didnt improve his view in the slightest.

"Hello, Kaminari-san, this is your sons teacher Aizawa. I wanted to check in, make sure he'd be alright making the trip back to the dorms." Aizawa learned early, to try not to phrase anything in a way that could seem like blame.

"What?" Theres some muffled noises and voices he cant make out, "hes probably fine," he trails off, muttering that Aizawa can barely make out, "...brat…causin trouble…"

He can sense he wont get more from him, though he wants to throw him in an interegation room, or worse.

"Right. Tell him to contact me when hes headed this way. Thank you for your-" the dial tone reaches his ear, and he purses his lips in irritation. He really didnt like them.

"He still hasn't responded to any of memes! Hasnt even looked at them!" Mina cries, staring at her phone like its personally wronged her.

"At least yours went through! Mine wont deliver." Sero mutters, clicking resend for the umpteenth time.

"Not just yours, mine too. Anything past midnights a bust." Kirishima says with a worried pout, eyebrows scruched, "what about yours Bakubro?"

"Morons probably fine. He blows up phone often enough, you guys just fuckin worry to damn much." Bakugos glaring at his own screen, where his first text is unread and second wont send, but he wont let them know that.

"But Hatsume and the support department made that protective thingy for his phone." Mina points out, "and he never misses an opprotune moment to use the 'not dead b*tch' meme."

"This whole trip home was weird if you ask me." Sero mumbles

The others look to him with raised brows and he shrinks into himself,

"I mean really, he never talks about home. Then some random weekend he decides to go? And now hes not answering… it just seems suspicious to me."

"Well if he doesnt respond in the next 5 minutes, I'm hunting him down." Mina threatens, glaring at her phone once more.

"You guys wont be going anywhere. I want all other students accounted for until this situation is resolved." Aizawa interupts, sweeping into the room with Present Mic and Midnight on his heels.

"Wait, is something wrong? Is Kami okay!?" Kiri stands, fully facing the teachers with worry filled eyes.

"We're taking this seriously one way or the other. Until Kaminari is back, no ones leaving." Midnight says firmly, a seriousness about her they rarely see.

"We've got this handled, just keep an eye on your phones." Mic assures, though his mind seems elsewhere.

Their worry has climbed at least three levels now, typing furiously at their phones in the hopes their blond friend will reply.

Monday morning comes.

Nobody had gotten any sleep, and no messages had gone through. The teachers were yet to return, their classes cancelled today, and strict instructions to stay in the dorms.

Denki hadn't been with his parents, though his bag was, the Kaminaris taken into custody for several charges. Including but not limited to Child endangerment. Like kicking their weather quirked child into the night during a storm.

Aizawa was kicking himself, he'd be taking a second look into his students home lives, things like this would not escape his notice again. Yamada is silent beside him, probably thinking simular things.

"We'll find him." Aizawa says firmly.

"I know. Im not stopping until I do."

Mina is staring out the window, school work laid out in front of her but going ignored. Shes hoping to see a head of blond hair, walking up with a cheesy smile and an apology. But each hour passed, just sends her in to another spiral of terrible thoughts. What was the last thing she said to him? What did they last do together?

She startles, turning with wide eyes to see a hole in the wall, plaster dust still falling in a cloud. Kirishima and Bakugo are both standing in front of the wall, and Mina cant tell which one did the punching. From the dusty knuckles, shes surprised to say they both did, which explains the size of the hole. Sero- who sits across from Mina- sighs,

"Anyone have a frame we can put there?"

"How are you so calm?" Kiri whispers, shoulders shaking as his fists clench at his sides.

Seros eyes narrow,

"Dont think for one second Im calm Kirishima. Hes my friend too, but at least I know punching walls wont help him."

"Well at least it looks like I care! He could be dead and we're stuck here!" Kiri yells, flipping around to glare at Sero.

Sero stands, ready to fire back, when Ojiro steps in,

"You should be ashamed of yourselves. What would Denki think of you two going at it like this? Especially about him. We're all worried, we're all mad we're cooped up. And I'm sure we all want to go bust down his parents doors. But fighting and punching things isnt going to help."

"If Kaminari were here, he'd know how to make everyone laugh." Deku comments sadly, notebook abandoned in his lap.

Sero plops back down in his seat, huffing as he rubs at his face.

"I should have asked more questions. He was acting strange, and I knew there was gonna be a storm. Im such an idiot."

"Dont blame yourself Sero, he wouldnt want that, and its not your fault. He had us all fooled…" Mina reaches over to hold his hand across the table, squeezing it in comfort.

"Im sorry… I just feel useless here." Kirishima apologizes, slumping into the spare seat by Sero. Bakugo eventually takes the one by Mina, silent and glaring, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"The teachers will find him… and we'll make sure stuff like this doesnt happen. Ever again." Ojiro glares darkly out the window, as if daring the universe to hurt their Pikachu friend again.

Denki throws an arm over his eyes, to block out the light. He has a heinous headache that hes trying to get over, because he knows its a stupid thing to complain about. His parents had told him as a child that headaches werent a big deal, that he needed to grow up. But gods did storms really make his head ache. Given it could have been the fall too… or the atmospheric pressure… or the lightning… or overcharging… or over discharging… or he was just stupid.

Despite all the rain, Denki was parched, and maybe hungry… and also in a bit pain, but hes mostly numb after a storm and kinda really cold so… He tries to wiggle his toes and winces, tries pushing on the tree again and winces, tries to just lay there and breath and winces, tries to cloud gaze and- you guessed it, winces.

Some hero he was. Couldnt even make it through a couple nights alone. He supposes he should be a little proud of himself for not blowing up a neighborhood or something. But mostly he was angry.

His parents would be in trouble, considering he'd definetly seen the sun rise at least twice. And his friends were probably so mad at him. And his teachers were gonna kill him for missing check in. And for failing at everything. And for generally being a nuisance they had to deal with. Gods knowing his luck, a villian is gonna show up any minute and kill him or something and he'll leave everyone with a whole bunch of guilt… or maybe a good laugh… or a ghost story… whatever, it was probably for the best. Hed never be a hero anyway.

His brain pulsates another wave of agony as he turns his head to get it off a small rock and he groans in response- which in turn has him wincing at the noise. He kind of hated life right now. He wonders how other people deal with headaches, because he'd gotten used to powering through most of his, but that didnt stop him from vomiting at times during the day. Or completely zoning out to ingnore everything.

He squeezes his eyes closed tightly against another wave, feels the prickly sensation of tears without the actual wetness of them. Whatever happens, he just wants it to be done and over with. Hes so tired.

Aizawa might have to hurt someone. And since it wont be his student, he'll settle for his parents, or a thug, or even a damn tree. It should not be this hard to track down a teenager!!

"The storm caused a lot of damage, sorry Eraserhead, but the kids probably-"

"Finish that sentence and I'll-"

"Sorry, thank you. We'll keep looking ourselves." Mic pulls him away, his own eyes flashing, "we cant do anything if we're benched or worse. Lets just find the most burned area and go from there okay?"

"Fine. Call the others."

"Kaminari!!"

"Kiid!! Shout if you can hear us!!"

"KAMINARIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

The heroes step carefully over storm debri and burnt forest. Between branches and full on trees, this place is a mess of burn stuff. Its well into the afternoon at this point, they wont have much daylight left, but none of them plan on stopping either. Looking at the damage scares them, but they have hope, their kids were resilient. Though with the wet and cool mornings, and hot and humid days, kid may not be in good shape, especially after a storm, and almost two days of being out here.

"DENKI!"

Aizawa holds up a hand, and everyone stops silent, barely breathing as they strain their ears.

"..elp…m..ere!"

"DENKI!" Mic calls again, taking slow steps forward

"..m..ere!!"

They all take off in the same direction, where the damage is worse and the scorch marks are darker. They see a tree, fallen on its side, roots torn and bark burnt, but what draws their eyes are the shoes poking out from beneath it.

"Kid!?" The adults are around the tree in an instant, finding Kaminari pale and bruised and covered in lichtenburg figures.

Hes peaking out from behind his arm, squinting with pain etched on his features.

"You foun' me… sorry 'bout dis…" his voice is hoarse, and words weak and slurred.

"Its okay kid, we got you now."

"Denki!!!"

"Hey everyone, i'm back!"

#whumptober2022 #no.28 #anger born of worry #punching a wall #headache #my hero academia #fic #angst #implied child abuse #storms #injured #mentions of death #Kaminari angst #kaminari thinks he has a headache #but really he suffers migrains #and probably a concussion #everyone worried about the bean #yes even Bakugo

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