#i listened 2 it as soon as it came out at midnight that night

[jaegersdevil]

midnight confessions - eren jaeger [canon divergence]

"Can't you see that I've fallen for you? That I've been in love with you for the past 6 years?"

You stare at Eren dumbfounded, jaw slack and tears collecting in the corners of your eyes. Loose strands of hair blow in front of his face, but before you can push them away, he does it himself.

His confession came out of nowhere, and frankly, you weren't expecting him to yell it, either. His voice still echoes in the back streets of Marley.

Eren looks at you expectantly, like he believes you're capable of an answer. With red cheeks, he shakes his head gently. "But it's too late, isn't it?"

His voice is a whisper, but you want to tell him everything; that you do love him, that it's not too late to stop whatever keeps him up at night, and not too late to fall in love with the one person you've always wanted.

"Eren."

You reach for him, fingertips grazing his shoulders as he steps back. Eren doesn't meet your eyes, scrunching up his face before he turns around.

You call his name again, but he doesn't listen, walking down the street, away from the restaurant.

Looking up at the moon, you curse. It was either now or you'd lose him forever, and you'd be damned if you let that happen.

"I love you, too, you idiot!"

Your tall best friend freezes. The autumn air howls around you, and besides the melody of the band inside and a few teenagers laughing on the main street, it's silent.

Eren turns his head to the side and mumbles your name before sighing. "I need to go."

As if you got the wind knocked out of you, you gasp, tears pouring down your cheeks as you walk toward him. "No."

He steps to face you, eyes red with agony and green eyes swimming with grief. Eren grasps your forearms as you go to hit his chest with the little energy you have left - you knew this was coming, you all had.

"Why tell me you love me then?" You shout, voice breaking. "Why tell me and then leave?"

Eren looks at the stars. "I couldn't live with myself if I didn't tell you."

You scoff, and try to remove your arms from his hands. "Please don't go," You beg, basking in the feeling of his skin on yours for one last time. "We can fix this! No matter what it is."

Eren shook his head, thumbs rubbing circles on your pulse points. "I have to do this."

Not knowing what he's talking about, you panic. "Please," You cry. "What's going on, Eren?"

"I can't tell you, but just know it's all for you," He nods toward the restaurant. "And them."

"Why?" You ask.

"Because you're important to me, and I'd do everything to protect you," He sniffles, tears collecting on his chin. "I love you more than anything else."

You frown and close your eyes. With a burning throat, you nod and lower your arms, but Eren's grip never wavers.

"Do you promise to come back to me? After you've done what you need to?" You whisper, knowing you'd have to let him go.

Eren whines softly at your question, chest heavy with misery. His eyes flicker with doubt and suffering, and it takes everything in him not to tell you he won't be back. "I promise."

And with that, you shake your head, stand taller and push his hands off you. "Go then. I'll see you 'round."

Eren's jaw drops in disbelief, and he grapples with your hands, but you won't hold him any longer. "Hey-"

You get the strength to push his chest this time, and when you do, he stumbles, though you know he could've stopped if he wanted to.

"Go!"

It's quiet for a few moments, but then Eren wipes at his cheeks and nods. "I'll see you soon."

And when you walk back into the restaurant, eyes heavy and sniffling, everybody knows Eren up and left. Now, it was just a matter of when he would return and preparing for the worst.

part 2

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[lives-in-midgard]

The Story Of Us

(Musician AU Part 1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: When your best friend Yelena convinced you to go to a blind date you were surprised when you saw a familiar face there.

Word Count: 1380

A/N: Hey everyone! This is the first part of Steve's Story in my musician AU. I hope you like it! The divider is made by @firefly-graphics.

Part 1 | Part 2

Masterlist | Musician AU

You don’t like first dates, especially blind dates. It’s been a while since you have been in a relationship, and you didn’t plan on going on a date very soon. But when your best friend Yelena who works at the bar you are currently in told she found the right guy for you, you couldn’t say no to her. You really couldn’t, Yelena wouldn’t accept a no. That’s why you were now sitting in the corner of Romanoff’s bar waiting for your date. You listened to the music and looked to Yelena. Suddenly you could see a guy with a cap walking up to her and she stopped what she was doing. Yelena greeted him and then they both looked at you. You couldn’t see his face because the cap and his glasses were covering his face but he kinda looked familiar to you. When he started to walk to you, you got more nervous and the more near he came the more familiar he looked. When he stood in front of your table, and you looked into his ocean blue eyes you immediately knew who he was.

It’s Steve Rogers

Your Steve

Your high school best friend Steve

The Steve you had a huge crush on

The Steve you left because you couldn’t see him with someone else anymore.

The Steve who is now in the famous band Midnight Rockers

Memories started to fill your head. Good memories but also sad ones. You and Steve. When you first met in high school, becoming best friends, laughing, and having so much fun together, him playing his first song to you. Steve was always by your side when you were feeling down. Steve telling you that he wants to make a band with his best friends Bucky and Sam, later they met Clint, and he became a band member too. And then something happened, and you started to get feelings for him. You studied the whole night together and then you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder.

But then one day Steve told you about his feelings for Peggy and asked for your help. You gave him advice and after a while they were a couple. They were very happy together, so you and Steve didn’t spend as much time together anymore. When Steve asked her out to prom right in front of you, you decided to go to another college than him. You couldn’t see them so happy together every day, it just made you so sad. Leaving Steve and the boys was one of the hardest decisions in your life. You told him that you would stay friends but after a while you didn’t text him anymore. It made you sad and Steve too. You listened to every song they put on YouTube and when a music producer found them, and they were selling their first album you couldn’t be happier for them. You never stopped following his music career and were very proud of how far he has come. On some days you thought about calling him and telling him how proud you are of him and that you missed him. But you were too afraid, so you never called him and just admired his music from a far. What you didn’t know was how sad, and hurt Steve felt when you left. He wrote songs about you and when they got popular, they even released it.

It was such a long time since you saw him in person and now, he was suddenly standing right in front of you, looking at you with his beautiful eyes.

“Steve?” You said in the exact same time as he said your name. You began to blush and then also started to wonder how Yelena knew him.

“Can I sit down?” He asked you. You weren’t sure if it is a good idea, but you were also happy to see him again. You have been thinking and daydreaming about this moment for a long time and now it’s here. Maybe it’s a sign you thought.

“Sure.” You said with a shaky voice, and he sat down on the chair on the other side of the table.

“I can leave if you don’t want me to stay.” Steve softly said and took of his glasses that were only there so he won’t get recognized from fans or other people who could know him from his band.

“No, it’s just I…I wasn’t expecting you.” Steve scratched his neck and then began to talk.

“I’m sorry, I also had no idea that you’re the one Yelena said I should meet.”

“How do you know Yelena?” You asked.

“Her sister Natasha is a good friend of mine.” You nodded.

“Maybe, it’s better if I leave.” Steve suddenly said and wanted to stand up.

“No, wait. Maybe we could talk, only if you want of course.” Steve sat back down, and you continued.

“There were so many times when I thought of calling or texting you.”

“You did?” Steve asked and you nodded.

“Me too. I missed you so much there were so many things that I wanted to tell you, especially when we made our first album that time was really crazy.” You could see a sad look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry that we lost contact.” You said and felt really sorry but back then it felt like the right thing to do.

“Hey, it’s okay. You probably had a lot to do at college and stuff.” Steve guessed and you nodded. It was right you had a lot to do but someday you felt so alone but decided to not call him.

“So, what did I miss all those years?” Steve asked and you chuckled. Then you told him almost everything he missed. Steve listened interested and asked a lot questions. Of course, you also asked him some questions. You laughed, talked and talked. You two had such a good time that you didn’t even recognize how late it got. Suddenly you realized the song that was played in the background and began to smile. It was the song Steve and you always listened while learning for school. Steve chuckled and then began to sing along to it, and you hid your face with your hands.

“Come sing with me. “When you put your hands away you saw Steve singing with a smile. You were to shy to sing in front of him especially now that he is a professional singer.

“I’m not a good singer, Steve.”

“That’s not important we’re just having fun.” Steve softly said and you were about to start when the music suddenly stopped.

“But next time you sing with me, okay?” You nodded and after a while you looked around you and saw that only a few people were there anymore. You saw Yelena grinning at you from the bar. You looked at your clock and saw that it was already late. You and Steve both decided that it was time to leave. Steve walked over to the bar and paid for the both of you. You said that he didn’t have to, but he insisted in it. Steve walked you to your car and when it was time to say goodbye you didn’t want this to end.

“I’m glad Yelena told you to come. It was nice to see you again.” You smiled and Steve smiled back.

“Me too and I promise this time we won’t lose each other again.” Steve then asked for your phone number and told you to text him when you are home safe. Before leaving you gave him a quick hug and then opened the door to your car.

When you got home you texted Steve. After a few minutes he texted back:

“I’m glad you’re home safe. Goodnight, sweet dreams.”

You smiled to yourself and were happy to have him back in your life. When you were in bed you noticed that you didn’t talk about if it was a date or not. Probably not you thought, it would be better to just stay friends. Or you hoped that you could because if he is as cute as back in high school then you would have no chance in not falling in love with him.

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[aliveinacoffin]

Hello. Can i please request a part 2 of Hating You As Well? It was so good! 😩 Can part 2 be Aizawa’s and readers relationship developing and getting better throughout the year or something? Maybe throw in some aizawa getting a little jealous over reader’s relationship/friendship with another hero (maybe midnight or snipe)? Thank you so much! Feel free to ignore if you don’t want to write a part 2! xx

AAAHH I LOVE YOU GUYS FR 😭😭😭 and but of course, i live and breath to serve yall munchkins.

Hating You As Well

(And Loving You Just As Much)

Part One, Part Two (you're here dummy), Part Three

Aizawa still isn't honest with his feelings, but you weren't exactly one to jump ship and demand a relationship. So now, in this grey area, you two are forced to co-exist, while other feelings grow and fester.

Fem!Reader, She/Her pronouns

TW!: Slight descriptions of violence, nothing too crazy, suggestive language

You two didn't speak about what happened on the couch afterward. You not wanting to bring it up and him just avoiding you. You got most of your papers graded, and when Aizawa finished with his portion, he rushed out of the living room. Your heart dropped to your stomach, watching him leave without a word. Sighing, you went back to your papers, trying to just get them done.

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The next morning was silent, the night before Aizawa hadn't come out of his room at all, and you watched his door, trying to listen to what he was doing. The next morning, you hadn't slept in, getting up early to go on a run. You knew Aizawa wouldn't be awake at this hour, but he probably would soon. So you started a large pot of coffee and grabbed a sports drink and made your way out.

The wait in the elevator was tedious, but you took the time to adjust yourself. Thinking about your life, thinking about him. Did you really like Aizawa? Maybe (yes), but did he like you? Maybe? I mean, there would be no other reason for him to also lean into a kiss, the feeling of his strong and large hand haunted you, fingers reaching around your shoulder blades. Dammit Hizashi, you spitefully thought to yourself.

But what would've come from it? Would there have been an awkward moment of 'where do we go from here?' or would there be an admission of feelings, but what feelings? Would there have been an unspoken moment of understanding?

You shook your head, willing away unnecessary thoughts. The elevator doors dinged open, and you happily trotted out, all you needed was an early morning run to clear your head, and everything would be fine.

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Okay everything was not fine.

When you came back, very sweaty and gross from your jog, you should work out more damn, Aizawa was already up. The slut* was walking around with absolutely no shirt on, and only the tightest goddamn pair of black boxers ever. His defined and scarred body on full display, lean but built body, languidly lounging around in the light morning sun. His dark and long hair was up in a messy bun, with a few strands of hair falling out. The scar beneath his eye was on full display, only adding to that rugged and overtly masculine look.

Cheap shot you bitch.

He was sipping coffee while leaning on one of the kitchen counters. Oddly on the one that faced the front door. He watched you pant in, immediately going to the cupboards to fill yourself a glass of water. You felt his eyes watching you, felt them watch and analyze every curve and scar, every dip and bump, every beauty and imperfection. You downed your cup, not acknowledging him in the slightest, lest you show the effect he had on you. Neither of you said a word to the other, not even a head nod to show that you had seen the other. Just ignoring him for the time being, with no complaints on the other end.

At the staff meeting later that day, you happily sat by Hizashi, joining in his excited chatter.

"I know this sounds cheesy, but I can't wait to see the students come back again! I've missed them." Hizashi swooned, a sad puppy dog look on his face.

You laughed and opened your mouth to join into his lighthearted admission before another voice cut you off.

"I don't, the little bastards have already gotten in enough trouble. I can't imagine what it'll be like when they move in." Aizawa grumbled out, looking in front of him with a disgruntled look.

You and Hizashi froze, just staring at him for a moment. He usually sat on the other side of you 'loudmouths,' usually too tired to deal with the shenanigans that you, said blonde, and Nemuri got up into. (Usually just passing notes between all three of you with the smashabiltiy of your coworkers and other heroes (also dicks, but not from the person you'd think)) So it was shocking to see him willingly sitting next to you three while earning a death glare from Anan, whose spot he'd stolen.

"Don't act like you don't love them you Tsundere. You'd probably eat your arm if it meant they were happy." You teased, sighing while you poked at him.

He deadpanned you for using such an outdated term but just grumbled while hiding his face in his scarf. Hizashi elbowed you, wiggling his eyebrows at you while smirking. You were confused for a second before you realized what he was implying, hitting his arm to make him stop. He yelped, angrily muttering curses at you while he looked down. Principle Nedzu loudly cleared his throat, standing up straight while looking at all of you. He clapped his soft hands, signing the beginning of the meeting.

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Well that meeting was a waste of your time. All the meeting was about how we should pay a little more attention to the students now that we're all in dorms. Those who work at night, namely Hizashi, Aizawa, Nemuri, etc., were asked to make sure they don't sneak out and do room checks randomly. Heroes who work in the day, you, Anan, Ken, and others were asked to make sure students acted right during the day, and stayed inside school property. Simple enough but...

"That could've just been an email." Nemuri sighed, peeling off her mask and putting her hair up. Ken was doing the opposite, putting down his cement-like hair and flattening it against his head.

"Agreed. I understand communication is important, especially during such difficult times but..." He sighed, rubbing his flat face.

"It's super annoying. We should all get coffee cups that say 'this meeting could've been an email' on them and just use them every time we have one." You sighed, adjusting yourself to make yourself more comfortable as well.

"Well, now that that's over, and we don't really have anything else to do...wanna go out for drinks?" Hizashi perked up, green sunglasses perched on his head, hair still gelled up.

"It's one o'clock in the afternoon." Aizawa scowled, looking disapprovingly at the man.

"I think he just wants to hang out rather than drink." You slung your arm over Aizawa. He scowled at you but didn't move your arm.

"No, I'm totally gonna drink." Hizashi said while walking backwards, already calling a cab.

"Oh yeah me too." Nemuri agreed, nodding her head.

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"I don't know why I came." Aizawa was acting pissy, laying down his head on his crossed arms, glaring at the loudmouths around him.

"Because you loveee us, admit it!" You sang, stirring the drink in your hands. You weren't drunk per say but you were definitely looser and happier now. "Cmon, won't you drink a little?" You looked down at him, smirk on your face.

He scoffed and looked away, sitting up straight. "Someone needs to get you home, and we share a living space, so I'm forced to babysit."

"Dawww, it's okay to show your emotions." You tugged on his uniform sleeve, putting yourself in his personal space.

"Hey!" Hizashi called out to you, definition more drunk than you were. "Let's do karaoke!" He motioned you over, pointing to Anan, who was already singing. You happily jumped up, waiting behind Sekijiro to sing.

When it was your turn, your singing was horrid. It was off-key and loud. Most of your friends just laughed and egged you on, spurring you to sing louder and worse. Still, even in your fuzzy mind you recognize on pair of dark eyes just staring at you. Not in a negative way, no, there was something in his face and eyes that made you quiet down some. Just so he knew you were singing for him.

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You don't know how you got home, but you did. Looking at the time, it was seven PM at night. You groaned, rubbing your head while your other hand limply hung off the couch. An oversized jacket was forced on you, baggy, and so so warm.

"Drink this." You looked up to the dark presence above, squinting at the harsh contrast of the shadow to the bright apartment. You got up and groggy drank the water.

"Thanks." You sighed, looking up at Aizawa.

"Sure. Just try to be more responsible next time. You have an image to uphold." He snatched back the cup when you finished, which you realized had prints of black cats on it.

"Mehmehmehmeh." You made a face, mocking him in a high-pitched voice while making a puppet with your hand. The man you were making fun glared at you from the kitchen, activating his quirk while washing your dish.

"I'm being serious. Anyone could've walked in and seen a UA teacher acting a fool at a bar." He growled, now in the drying process.

"Ahh, it was one drink! And plus, none of our dear students are gonna walk into a bar." You got up stretching, scratching your leg while walking past him.

"It was more than one drink!" He called out to you.

"One, ten does it matter?" You replied, entering your bedroom and shutting your door behind you, ending the conversation.

The next morning, you found yourself with a jacket you'd never had before. It was baggy, many sizes too large for you, and something right out of a goth magazine. You don't know where you got it from, but it was warm and comfortable, plus it smelt nice, so you added it to your closet.

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The students finally arrived and settled in the dorms, now UA dorm life was in full swing. It was peaceful to see such vibrant characters and youth constantly surround you, it filled you with a new vigor. That was, until now.

Loud crashing woke you up in the dead of night, and you immediately jumped up into action. You didn't yell or scream. Instead, you grabbed a flashlight and a small knife. You slowly opened your bedroom door, crouching out and keeping close to the wall. There was a large imposing figure standing in the middle of the hall, leaning against the wall while fussing with their boot.

Taking the chance, you kicked off the wall and laughed yourself forward. Landing on the interlopers back, you wrapped your arm around their neck, using your free hand to press the switch blade on their face. Your legs immediately wrapped around their muscled frame, trapping yourself onto them.

"What the fuck are you doing in my home." You growled in their ear, putting pressure on the knife to start to dig into their cheek.

"Getting my dumbass kids." Aizawa growled out, hands trying to rip you off of him.

You froze for a second, eyes going wide and mouth going slack.

"Huh!?" You yelled out, toppling off of your roommate. Knife clattering somewhere into the kitchen.

Aizawa turned to you, pissed off and resuming his fussing with his shoes. He tilted his head in your direction but not looking at you. You sat on the ground, still processing everything.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Did I get you anywhere?" You finally came to your senses, scrambling up to check him. Grabbing his chin, you tilted his head back and forth, inspecting.

"I'm fine. I've got to go." He ripped his head back, leaning away from your touch. He finally got his boots of fully, walking into the kitchen and to the front door.

"No you're not, I cut you." You ran into the kitchen, pulling out the first aid kit from under the sink.

"It's fine." He was already at the door, but you ran to him and grabbed the back of his shirt.

"No, it's not, I could've really hurt you." You had grabbed an antiseptic wipe and a bandaid to clean up the cut you made on him. It was small, a nonconsequential wound. But you still took delicate care to cleaning it and covering it up. He didn't get the chance to see what kind of bandaid you put on him, but he felt that it was small.

"As if." He mumbled, eyes fluttering closed as he accepted your gentle touch. There was no bite in his tone, like he was just saying it to say it, to keep up an image. You pulled back, and gave him a once-over.

Aizawa opened his eyes again, and turned to the door to hide his face from you.

"Now you can get your dumbass kids, asshole." You smiled softly, and even if he couldn't see your face, he registered the softness in your tone. The fondness.

When Aizawa got done with yelling at his two problems children, he turned and stomped away, leaving them to be angry at him.

Midoriya remembered something for a moment and hesitantly turned to his rival/best friend.

"Hey Kacchan, was there a Hello Kitty bandaid on his face?" Midoriya seemed a little dumbfounded. It couldn't be true, Aizawa with a bandaid on his face, let alone a Hello Kitty one?

"Hah? The fuck are you talking about?" Bakugo was still clearly pissed, but he was more taken aback than angry.

"That little pink sticker on him, I could swear I saw Hello Kitty on it." Midoriya responded, adamant that he did see it.

Bakugo was silent for a moment, and the freckled boy thought he was ignoring him. So he just sighed and returned inside.

Bakugo smirked a little, now fully remembering. Yeah, he was.

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The next morning you decided to ask what happened.

"My two biggest problems decided to sneak out and fight. It hasn't even been a week, and they're already trying to kill each other." Aizawa angrily muttered into his cup of coffee.

You stared at him for a second, pursing your lips. "Did you expel them?" You tilted your head, eyeing him warily.

"I wish." He chuckled, drinking his coffee.

"Ah, so they're your favorites." You smiled, wiping your hands and heading to serve yourself a plate of food. You heard the stern teacher sputtering behind you, coughing as a result of his reaction.

"I have no favorites, and those two would never be them." He responded, setting down his cup heavily.

"But you didn't expel them. You just gave them house arrest and chores. Your favorites." You shrugged, turning around to smirk at him.

"Well, it..." Aizawa shook his head, face pulling into one of anger as he looked for an excuse. He gave up, flopping his hands down to look at you. "They'll learn. They just need more discipline. It's hardly a call for expulsion."

"Let's see," You set down your toast to count examples. "Sneaking out after curfew barely a few days into moving into dorms, destructive of school property, assault on another student, three students snuck out without permission to save another classmate, Midoriya being the ringleader, anddd..." You screwed up your face, and you tried to remember more. You snapped your fingers and pointed at the scowling Aizawa. "Oh! First day, you should've expelled Midoriya and transferred him to another class, but you didn't." You leaned on the counter and tilted your head. "Instead, you let him stay in the hero course because you believed in him. Plus, that whole unwritten speech about Bakugo when he was kidnapped? There was nothing in our notes that said anything of what you said. But you said it anyway, from your heart."

Aizawa had a carefully neutral face, just staring at you while you grilled him.

"So my only crime is believing in my students." His voice was monotone, any semblance of emotion wiped from his face. If it were anyone else, you would've thought they were pissed at you or angry. But you knew better, you recognized that face from last night. The 'I'm pissed because I expected better from you' face.

"No," You grabbed your plate and walked past Aizawa to lounge in the living room, patting his shoulder as you walked. "Your only crime is having a huge heart, but the inability to even show you even have one."

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There was no real reason for you to be here, you thought to yourself. You barely helped out when the kids picked out their ultimate moves, and you were definitely not one of the teachers who regularly trained with the kids, but you still found yourself being dragged to go to the hero licensing exams.

You adjusted your hero costume, pulling down and pulling up the outfit where need be.

"Why am I coming again?" You asked Aizawa, turning to him to see he was already staring at you.

He shrugged, "Principal Nedzu just said you were to come." He looked away, fiddling with his phone while he waited for you to get ready.

"Well, sure, I got that, but he didn't email me, and I don't exactly see why-" You were still pulling yourself together, grabbing an over-the-shoulder bag and checking whether or not you had your keys, your wallet, and extra makeup and other stuff you might need.

"Are you ready yet? At this rate, we'll hold up the whole class and make them late." He interrupted you, crossing his arms impatiently.

You deadpanned him and adjusted the strap. "Yes, I'm ready. Dick." You stuck your tongue out at him while he held the door open for you, trying to push you out.

"You need to watch your mouth more. Who knows who's listening." He scolded, pressing the elevator button. The elevator dinged open, and you two stepped inside. Aizawa went to press the floor button, but you beat him to it. He gave you a look.

You smiled. "I like pressing the buttons."

"What are you, a child?" He scoffed.

"Then you'd be a predator." You shot back without thinking. Both of you realized what you meant by that, but before you could spit out on explanation, the door opened again.

Hizashi strolled in, whistling a tune. "Hey guys!" He cheered, ignoring the tension behind him. "What's up?" He turned around, looking at your blushing face and Aizawa's blatant ignoring of you.

"Nothing, what are you up to?" You chuckled, rubbing your head.

"Gonna go out and be a radio host and communications guy." He smiled, but you heard the strain in his voice.

Your bashful attitude dropped, and you held out a hand. "Hey, don't spread yourself super thin." You advised, voice full of worry.

The elevator dinged to all of your last stops, and Hizashi strolled out before the two of you, walking backward to face you.

"Don't worry about me! I'll be fine." He waved you off, turning around to walk normally with his hands in his pockets.

"I worry about him sometimes." You admitted, stuck in place. Aizawa walked out before you, holding the elevator so it didn't close on you.

"He's fine, trust me. Hizashi doesn't think about much other than music and having fun." He shrugged, looking off.

"That's because he thinks through you. He speaks Aizawa and thinks Aizawa." You stepped out, walking out the bottom common room to the main grounds of UA.

Aizawa shrugged, not saying anything as he followed you. You looked out to all the excited students, the air buzzing with conversation.

Aizawa got his classes' attention, speaking to all his students.

"Now listen up. This is the most important test of your life, and only fifty percent of the whole student body will pass." That made the class tense up and freeze, dramatic whispers grew between them. "Even though some of you are in trouble." He made direct, unashamed eye contact with both Midoriya and Bakugo, "You will all take the test. Now let's go before we're late." He led the class in the bus, you two being the last ones in.

"They're your favorite." You sang, tapping your knees. You two were sitting in separate seats, but you two were as close to the edge as possible.

"Keep your voice down." He snapped but didn't deny it.

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Ms. Joke was awesome.

She shamelessly flirted with Aizawa, if not being a bit pushy with it, and teased him.

You knew of her, you had some run-ins with her when you first debuted. She was a light-hearted, strong woman who had a good sense of humor, she often used to make you double over in full-out belly laughter. But there was something different this time, she was funny, that didn't change, but you weren't laughing so hard you cried now.

"Eraser," Ms. Joke was barely holding back laughter now, "Your fly is down."

You and Aizawa sat next to each other while Ms. Joke was two seats away from you two. That... wasn't all that funny....huh. Maybe Aizawa's bitterness rubbed off of me? Aizawa just sat there like he hated the world, but especially her right now.

"I can't believe you have a full class! Usually, you would've expelled someone by now. You must actually like your class." She turned to him, and you leaned over.

"Right! I think he has a secret soft spot for all of them, but especially-" You exclaimed, excited that some outside of UA had noticed this.

Aizawa cut you off by putting his hand in front of your face, now angry at the world, Ms. Joke, and you.

She laughed, and you giggled. "You're so predictable! Date me." Ms. Joke immediately turned to him.

"Shut up." He scowled, and she just laughed in response.

You sat back up now, looking at him teasingly. "If I have a say-"

"You don't."

"I think you two would make a great couple!" You grabbed Aizawa's shoulders and leaned him to the loud woman, and she just laughed in response. Strangely, you could see her breath from this angle, but you could also see Aizawa's hair float up for a mere second before it dropped again. An action so small and unnoticeable that if you hadn't been so close, you wouldn't have seen it.

You let go, and she leaned to you two, a slightly angry look on her face.

"But c'mon, you both know what's going to happen in just a few seconds." Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, a strained smile.

You looked at the dark man beside you, really he sticks out pretty bad here, and gave him a confused and slightly scared look.

You heard her say something earlier, but you had no idea what it meant, let alone now.

"And yet, you didn't say a thing to your class. Every year the test is always different." She rested her chin on her fist, looking determined out on the field. Aizawa was blankly doing the same, but there was a different look in his eye, one you recognized. One of a teacher who knows what his students can do.

You were shifting on your seat, watching class 1-A break up into factions, trying to understand what the other woman was saying.

"It's a tradition during the exam, most if not almost all of the students have equal footing. Except for one." She dropped her hand, sitting up straight. You were watching her, a feeling of foreboding coming over you as she delved more and more into her dramatic rant.

"UA has a serious disadvantage. Showing off the country's top schools sports program to the whole country, which showed off not just your students' quirks, but their weaknesses and their fighting styles too." Your eyes widened, and you turned back to the field. Watching the majority of the class you grew to care about deeply, be unknowingly followed. "It's a little funny, isn't it?"

That made your heart race, surprise written all over your face. Aizawa ignored her, eyebrows deepening.

"If you actually liked your class this year, you should've warned them about this. It happens every time your school takes the exam, UA is immediately crushed." She said, and to prove her right, a crowd of students all aimed for one group. Yours.

You looked at Aizawa, wondering why he kept quiet about all this. He glanced at you briefly before nodding his head back to the field with the tiniest of motions. That feeling of dread was replaced with pride as you watched Midoriya effortlessly kick away a storm of balls with one kick. From this angle, Ms. Joke assumed you turned away from Aizawa, feeling a little awkward that she had now seemingly made you upset. What she didn't see was your proud smile, your smirk of arrogance. Yeah, they'll be fine.

"I don't really see a reason why I should've warned them. Nothing would've changed if I did, either way, they would've had to deal with it." You and Aizawa watched as your students effortlessly dodged and moved, using their quirks to the best of their abilities to take back the advantage that was stripped away from them. It was taking everything in you not to just cheer out for them, not to scream, hell yeah!

"Real heroes turn around any situation. Besides, when they become pros in the spotlight, they'll have to face villains who already know their quirks." His voice was stern and sharp, with no room for argument. "Perhaps at UA, we look further ahead than other schools." Even though he still had that monotone voice, Aizawa had a passion for his students, one that he barely contained.

A dark shadow fell over the laughing woman's face, now at an angle where she could see the both of you. She watched with bated breath as you watched Aizawa. Smiling while she huffed out a nose laugh. She recognized that look, looking down at her ring finger, she fiddled with the gold ring. There were rings decorating all her other fingers, but the one on that ring was the first and most important one. She's made that face hundreds of times at her own wife, and only a fool would mistake it for anything else.

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“‘UA looks further ahead than other schools’, huh? That’s pretty condescending of you to say Eraser.” Ms. Joke piped up, the two had been going back and forth, but you decided to ignore their banter in favor of anxiously watching the students, afraid. “There are as many kids who want to be heroes as there are stars in the sky. The strength of that will has nothing to do with being famous.” Ms. Jokes face had gone back to being serious, and it made you a little unsettled. The woman, in even the short amount of time you’d known her, had taken everything with a grain of salt. Never the one to take offense to someone's words or actions. But here she was scolding Aizawa. They really were the same. They hide the same deep love and care for their students, and the moment someone says something slightly mean, they pop off.

“If you act like you’re the stars of the show and look down on everyone else, then you’re only showing off your true weakness.”

While her words were true, they seemed a little misplaced. Aizawa constantly humbled the students to remind them that no matter how far they got, they would always have room to grow and improve. Not just in their physical strength, but their mental capabilities as well. Maybe it was about the students themselves? Bakugo and Monoma were the students that popped up in your mind immediately.

“You’re right, we will take your advice and make sure our stars don’t think they’re the only ones who shine.” You nodded, sliding your eyes over to her. She nodded, a small smile on her face. Aizawa looked over at you in a questioning manner. 

“Our students are great and all, but sometimes they need to be reminded that they’re not the main character, even if they act like it.” You smiled slightly, easily finding Bakugos yelling from in the arena.

“...Agreed.”

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Finally, after what seemed like forever, the test ended. Rubbing sleep from your eyes you walked by Aizawa while he went through the paper work he now needed to fill out. 

“You know, I’m starting to see why you’re so tired all the time.” You laughed, tapping the stack of appears in his hands.

He gave an airy laugh, “Sometimes I think they do it on purpose.”

“Well, I can do some it for you. I don’t spend as much time with the kiddos like you do, but I’m sure I could get the hang of it.” You offered, slightly pouting your lips. 

“You’d probably mess it up, or mark them in that atrocious pen you have.” He shook his head, tilting the papers away from you.

“Huh?! Why do you have such little faith in me!? I’m trying to be nice, you-” Kaminari was with his usual group of friends, but he was side-eying the two of you, snickering while watching your interaction. “Jerk.” 

“Good save.”

“Shaddup.” You punched his arm, snatching some of the papers away from him. “I can do this, no sweat, and I promise to use a normal pen.” 

He glared at you, before sighing and shaking his head. “Fine.”

Ms. Joke trotted up to you two and offered to do joint training. Aizawa accepted the offer and walked away, loading all the students onto the bus. 

She turned to where you were still standing, trying to organize and smooth out the stolen reports. “My real name is Emi Fukukado, by the way.” She held out a business card in her gloved hand.

You took it appreciatively. 

“Thanks!” You introduced yourself in turn, shaking her hand.

“Hey, between us two, you and Eraser would make a pretty cute couple.” Fukukado said nonchalantly, smiling easily.

“Hah?!” You exclaimed, freezing on the spot. Your face grew hot, and you tightened your grip on the jokesters hand.

Fukukado pulled away, smile never going away. “I recognize that look in your eyes when you look at him, and Aizawa doesn’t put up with just anyone you know.” She laughed slightly, putting her hands on her hips. “Trust me, my wife looks at me like that all the time, and we’ve been married about ten years now!” 

“Hahhhh?! You’re married?!” 

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“You didn’t know? She always wears her wedding ring.” Aizawa sat down heavily beside you on the couch, grunting while he leaned forward. 

“She wears like, ten. How would I know?” You shrugged, pulling down the black pen behind your ear, unglittered unfortunately, to continue your journey of legal HPSC papers. 

“Didn’t you know her when you were younger?” He raised an eyebrow to you, his dark hair out of his face and into a bun.

“Yeah, but we weren’t friends. It was more like, you’re a young woman in the same male-dominated field as me, if anything goes down we’ll have each other's backs. Not friends friends. I literally just learned what her name is.” You turned your attention to the work, already halfway through your stack, while Aizawa was just starting his.

“Women are weird.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah? You’ve known Hizashi since high school and you still deny you two are literally best friends.” You rolled your eyes, remembering how vehemently Aizawa denied the two literally aren’t two peas in a pod.

“Because we’re not. We’re good friends.” You groaned and flicked a pen cap at him. He growled at you, but otherwise turned back to his work.

“Anyyyways, I still feel kinda bad that Todorki and Bakugo failed. That test was really important, and they’re the only two in 1-A who failed.” You sighed, eyes running over Bakugo’s paper.

“That’s their own fault, if they had seen above their own hubris, they would’ve acted better and passed. They will learn to do better at the retake.” The dark-haired man shook his head, sighing.

“True, it was their own pride that was their downfall.”

“Make sure to mark the date in your calendar, it's about three months from now.” He added nonchalantly, now fully focused on the papers.

You looked up and made a confused face. “Why would I need to, I’m not their homeroom teacher?” 

He didn’t respond for a moment, avoiding eye contact. You saw his ears go red slightly at the tips, perking up. “Because you went with me to the first exam, why not help me at the provisional?” 

“W-well, I guess. But I won’t be of much help.” You looked away, remembering the words Fukukado told you the other day making you go hot yourself. 

You both fell into a comfortable silence, the only sounds now were the ticking clock and the sounds of papers shuffling and pens scraping. 

It was nice.

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“Wait wait wait-” You were laughing now, holding a hand over your mouth. Hiazshi was smiling at you, and Midnight was shaking her head in disbelief. “He got naked?” 

“He didn’t get naked, his quirk made his clothes phase through him. So he ended up naked. There’s a difference.” Aizawa shook his head, sipping his coffee.

You laughed out loud now, leaning on Hizashi’s shoulder while he joined with you.

“I was shocked at first too! I mean, yeow! Everything was out.” That only spurred you on more, tears gathering in your eyes.

“Oh man,” You sighed, wiping away those tears. “I hope they helped him out with his costume, I mean, there’s no way that's safe.” You shook your head, sitting on Hizashi's armchair now.

“They did, they made it out of his hair, so it would phase with him.” He nodded, stuffing food in his mouth. You quirked an eyebrow but ignored it.

“That must’ve taken forever.” 

“Yes, it did.” Aizawa butt in, now fully paying attention to the both of you. You couldn’t see Hizashi smirk, but you were caught off guard by such aggressive behavior. 

“Oh,” You looked away, now feeling slightly awkward. “What was the point of them visiting, anyway? I mean, not that it’s bad to introduce the classes to the big three, but why now?” 

Aizawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “To have them talk about the work studies.” 

The air in the teacher lounge shifted, now to a tense one. There was a meeting the day before the new term started, an open discussion on whether or not UA students should be allowed to even let them participate in them. Just like the internships, it was a heavily debated argument. You, Aizawa, Snipe, and Anan were against it, saying it well it went last time would only embarrass/harm UA’s reputation further. Nemuri, Sekijiro, Ken, and Ectoplasmi were for it, their reasoning that the students would need the practice. Others fell in between and allowed themselves to be swayed by the opinions of others.

“Oh.” That was all you said.

“Yeah.” That was all he replied with.

When the school day ended, Aizawa met you at home. He angrily kicked off his boots and hung up his capture scarf by the door. You turned around from the sink, hands wet from washing the dishes.

“Hey.” 

“Hey.” He looked up at you, standing at the doorway. “I don’t agree.”

“I don’t either.” You turned back, immediately knowing what he was talking about.

When the HPSC had first sent the letter to UA stating they would like the school to participate in the work studies, the teachers erupted in conversation. When the staff didn’t agree, Aizawa stood up an brought all the attention to him.

“Did we forget what happened the first time we allowed our students into the hands of the HPSC? My own students had gone off and could’ve gotten killed. I had no idea, thanks to the lies administered by the commission. Do we need a repeat of that?” He sat back down, looking angrily out at his fellow staff. You stood up beside him.

“I agree, who knows what danger is out there, and we all know from the past that the Hero Commission will just lie to us.”

Snipe nodded in agreement beside you. Ectoplasim stood up. “I assume your classes will have their provisional licenses now? Our students have grown since then, and they now have the ability to make their own calls and decisions.” He rebuttled. This statement only made a fight break out.

In the end, your side lost.

Aizawa was leaning on the counter beside you, hands clutching the counter in a white-knuckled grip. “They lied to us, three students could’ve died.” His voice cracked at the end, face screwed up in anger. You whipped your head at him, looking at him wide-eyed.

You decided not to say anything about his emotions, instead, you dried your hands and turned to him fully. 

“Want to spar?” You offered, holding out his goggles. Aizawa stared at them, then stared at you for a long moment. He snatched them up and quickly put them on. Wordlessly, he got back dressed in his hero outfit, and you complied by getting your shared duffle bag and followed him out. You both had decided to share a bag, hey, it would be easier to carry one than two, since you spar so often anyways.

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The next few weeks became hell. Immediately something was brewing, you, Aizawa, and other UA students were invited to an important meeting hosted by Sir Night Eye. You’ve heard of him, mostly through what you know about All Might, but you have never really seen him in action. He was a pretty cool dude, if not a little too serious for your liking. You could only deal with one grumpy man in your life, you didn't need to. There were also friends you made through your line of work, like Toyomitsu/FatGum, Takagi/Rock Lock, and Mr. Brave, you never learned his name, interactions were always brief, but friendly.

You mostly just listened in, you didn’t really have any new or helpful information to hand out to aid in the meeting. You had become slightly boring ever since you became a hero at UA, hero work slightly slacking now that tests and assignments stood in your way of aiding your friends. That is why you had an uptick in your sparring matches with Aizawa, no excuse to fall behind.

Takagi spoke up, questioning why your students were here in the meeting. Toyomitsu, in a burst of passion, declared that the students had valuable information to share. He then introduced himself, and when his attention turned to your side of the table, you waved at him happily.

Aizawa looked at you through the corner of his eyes, a small smile on his face. You elbowed him in response, brushing him off. Aizawa was called to speak, and his leg started to bounce from under the table, only you noticed.

“The bullets effects seem to be different from my Eraser. When my quirk is activated, I don’t attack the quirk itself, instead, I temporarily affect the genes themselves, but no permanent or harmful damage is done.”

“Immediately after Takami was shot, we rushed him to the hospital to have him looked at. We found his quirk was deactivated, but thankful after his rest he was returned back to normal.” That was a relief, not only were the effects of the bullet temporary, like Takagi had said, but the effects weren’t harmful in the long run. When it was revealed that the contents of the bullets were filled with human blood, everyone froze. Disgust filled you, wondering what kind of person would do that. 

“A man named Kai Chisaki is the young Yakuza head of this group, and is turning his daughter's body and blood to make the bullets.” You had decided to tune back into the conversation at the worst possible moment, or maybe you tuned out during the worst conversations of your life, your body tensing up as horror filled you. Aizawa sat slacked beside you, his eyes widening in horror as well. Tears sprung into your eyes, and your hand immediately flew up to cover your trembling mouth. How..how could anyone do that to a little girl? Let alone their own daughter?

The meeting went on with the same tense and angry energy, people piping up with their own angry opinions. You watched with a feeling that you were floating outside of your body as Nighteye folded more and more into himself. The pressure everyone putting on him only added to the guilt you knew he carried. 

The meeting was over late into the afternoon, and packets and folders of information were handed out to all of you. Aizawa was to patrol more in the designated at night, and any possible chance you were to follow yours.

Now you were situated in Aizawa’s car, his hands gripping the steering wheel while you leafed through both folders.

“Lock Rock is right. There’s no need for them to be there.”

“I know.” Your voice was watery, sniffing while you tried not to cry onto the packets. “But we don’t have a choice.”

There was silence when he rolled up to a red. A large hand came into your peripheral, pulling the folders away from you. Aizawa threw them in the back of his car, and you heard them scatter. 

“Don’t worry about that now, we can go through them when we get home.” You looked up at him, and while his expression was still guarded and hard, there was something soft hidden in his face. Maybe it was the way his eyebrows were turned up ever so slightly, or his sad eyes, either way, you nodded.

“I just hope we can save that little girl. She’s so small, and she must be so scared.” The light turned green, and he resumed his journey.

“We will, I know we can.”

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The next few weeks were hellish, after school you barely saw Aizawa, and he in turn hardly saw you during breaks/lunches/and during the weekends. You worked from sun up to sunset, using as much time as you could. During the day he worked with the others to make sure everyone was updated on information, whereas during the night you caught up on both your school work and added your own information. You left coffee and easy lunches for him to take out, and he left you jelly packets and energy drinks. 

Finally, there was one day when both of you were home, lying exhausted on the couch together. You were lying on your back, hands covering your eyes while you rested your legs on his. Aizawa complained at first but made no move to stop you, too focused on his iPad sifting through and adding important information. 

“Apparently, Nighteye has picked out people he thinks are assisted with Kai Chisaki. He’ll try to find out more before we move further.” He said out loud, not doing anything to get your attention.

“Good.” Your voice was raspy and tired, flopping your hands down you could barely keep them open. “I’m so tired.” Your voice was filled with pure exhaustion, running on less than thirty hours of sleep for the whole week.

“Me too, I can feel this coming to an end.” You could still hear him clicking away.

“God I hope so, I just want to save her already, I’m starting to see Eri in my goddamn dreams.” You shook your head, tears hotly running down the corner of your eyes. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe it was because of how emotionally drained you were, but you just couldn’t hold back the floodgates.

You heard Aizawa stop tying, but you didn’t dare look over at him.

“Me too.” His voice was filled with utter grief.

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Finally, it was the day.

Nighteye had found one of Chisaki’s minions and tracked down the spot where they had been keeping Eri. Now everyone had gathered around in a large group, waiting anxiously in the bright early morning for their commands. You were following Aizawa tiredly, energy absolutely sapped out of you. Aizawa walked up to Midorya, who was surrounded by the only other UA students. 

“I am moving with the Night Eye agency.” You peeked out from behind the dark man, waving happily at your students, string to hide how tired you were. “Do you understand what that means?” 

Midoriya nodded, a hard look on his face. Aaizawa turned back to you, grabbing your shoulder to push you away. “What was that about?” You asked, confused as you turned and waved goodbye.

“He still hasn't earned my trust for running off last time, so I told him I expect him to do things right this time.” He looked down, still walking to get in position.

“You’re such a hardass.” You smiled, shoulders bouncing while you looked away.

“Good, then they stay on their feet and do their best.”

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Chaos quickly erupted outside, and you were stuck batting away villains with clubs of pure light. You swung around your makeshift weapons, filled with electricity and a feeling of burning pain. Police surrounded you, blocking your view of not only the entrance but of your allies. 

“This way!” A strong hand grabbed your arm, and you turned and growled. Your guard dropped when you saw Aizawa dragging you inside with him. Quickly, you put as much light as you could in your pockets, quickly closing them so they wouldn’t escape.

“I’m getting kind of worried, man.” Takagi admitted, looking around for any dangers.

“I wonder if anyone leaked information.” Amajiki admitted aloud, but the chief rebuttled him.

“If they had, one would think they’d be smarter to avoid us.”

“They all should be used to working together already, a bond formed through devotion to their boss. They might feel ashamed now, Chisaki and the top brass haven't even shown themselves yet. They’re probably underground getting ready to flee or hide right now.” Aizawa pipped in. All of you were still running down the impossibly long hallway, hearts racing as one.

“No, there’s no way. That villain busted out the doorway as soon as the chief rang the doorbell, no one just does that. Plus, with how big these guys sound, there's no way they’d just leave.” You shook your head, mind swarming with what was to happen. Kirishima looked over to you, conflicted on whether to agree with his homeroom teacher or his history teacher.

“Either way, we’ll take them down.” He decided to say, not favoring either theory.

Suddenly, Nighteye skidded to a halt, stopping in front of an indent in a wall. He seamlessly opened a secret door, and everyone was thankful for his foresight. 

Three henchmen popped out of the darkness, trying to take the group by surprise. However, they were unable to be successful with Bubble Girls and Centipeder's quick thinking. They stayed back with Nighteye’s order to make sure they didn’t come after your group, and you rushed down a concrete hallway, only to be halted by a dead end.

Takagi called out to Nighteye in anger, but Midorya and Kirishima quickly resolved the problem by kicking through the thick wall that had been placed up. The room suddenly became less solid and started shaking around in an ocean. Panic filled the room as it rolled and changed around you, shoving you all around. You, Aizawa, and Toyomitsu formed a triangle. 

“Eraser, can’t you get rid of it?” Takagi yelled out, but Aizawa just shook his head. 

“Not if I can’t see the main body.” He called out, voice strained as he fought off nausea. 

“We need to hurry!” Your voice wobbled as you tried to find steady ground, “If they’re changing the building, then they can escape before we can even get to the end of the hallway!” You tried to step forward, but the mere action of moving knocked you off kilter, so you stood, fighting off gravity as you tried to move. You have to try!

The room stopped moving as violently, and Lemillion took action to run ahead, moving through another hall. You wished you could follow him, try and at least be there for the kid. A scream ripped out of your throat as the ground under you disappeared. You landed on your stomach, the breath knocked out of you on the dirty floor. Aizawa heaved you up, looking around and assessing the situation. 

Three villains made themselves known, launching themselves at Amajiki. Eraser quickly stepped up, erasing the blonde quirk before he could do serious damage to the kid. 

“Suneater-!” You called out, trying to stop his stupidly brave act.

“Go! I’ve got it.” He turned to you all, nodding towards another hallway, the others ran ahead, but Midoirya, Aizawa, and you staggered for a moment.

“Make sure you tie them up, my quirk will wear off soon.” He jogged off, the green-haired boy behind his teacher.

You nodded at him. “I believe in you, do your best.” You nodded at him before following your companion. Quickly you lost Toyomitsu and Kirishma, as they were sucked into and trapped in another room. 

“We have to keep going, there's no time.” Aizawa pulled you forward, trying to get you to keep moving.

“I know, it just feels like we’re purposely being split apart.” You followed him, worry filling your entire being. 

Takagi locked the room in place as soon as it started to move again, even if it was a tight fit, it allowed you all to push forward.

“Stand back, he’s coming from the places I haven't locked down.” Takagi held out a hand to stop you all from moving forward, and you watched as the end of the hallway rushed towards you all.

Midorya rushed again, kicking away an entrance point. The path never cleared, so the young boy continued his assault. The wall immediately retracted, clearing away the path for you. 

“What the hell..?” You wondered but were quickly cut off by the room changing once more, separating the main group into smaller groups. You were stuck with Aizawa and Midorya.

The wall dropped again, revealing two Takagi’s, and you stood in confusion between the two of them. Aizawa was fast and quickly attacked the fake Takagi before it could attack Midoriya. Himiko Toga was forcefully revealed, squealing while she chased after the boy. As effortlessly as he could, he dragged the crazed girl away, but not without getting stabbed in the shoulder.

Once more the room shifted, and tunnels of dirt and concrete erupted from the walls, you all looked around widely, trying to see where the dirt was coming from. Midoriya took action almost immediately, shooting up to kick where he thought Mimic was. The boy revealed the villain, and in an instant he erased his quirk, watching him fall to his death. 

“The League betrayed them?” Aizawa questioned looking out to where the two voices had come from.

“Seems so, and they used us to aid in their scheming. Though, at least we're on solid ground now.” Nighteye adjusted his glasses, looking forward to the dark hallway, police officers scattered around.

You took a moment to recap and interrogate Irinaka, but that led him into an angry frenzy. 

“As officers of the law, we cannot let them escape.” The chief held up his gun, his underlings looking around as well.

“It sounded like they were escaping, we should focus on our top priority for now instead of going into a circle.” You said, looking around. Takagi agreed with you, deciding to split up the pros with the mission and the police with the League. He decided to stay, you pulled out a small knife, handing it to him.

“Just in case.” He nodded, face still screwed up in pain. 

His speech renewed the hope in your heart, you and Aizawa shared a glace and immediately ran ahead to save Eri, trying to catch up before it was too late.

Following in Midorya's shadow, he bounced ahead of the villain lying on the ground, smashing the wall in front of the group. There a sight for only the strong-hearted was seen, Chisaki and Togata were already engaged in battle, with the electric blonde already having a considerable amount of damage. Aizawa immediately yelled out commands, ordering you to round up the fallen villains. Already quickly rounding up the three villains, you were hit in Chisaki order to Chrono. Aizawa called out to Midoriya, but his body screwed back to look at you. You grunted in pain, feeling like your body was put under molasses. Chrono had gotten straight through your side, cutting a clean medium-sized hole in your midsection. And before anyone could stop him, or help him, Aizawa blinked.

The ground erupted in spikes, sending you flying through the air. Thankfully, you landed in a hole in the ground before you could get caught by the spikes. Aizawa and Chrono were already down there, the latter of the two setting atop Aizawa. Both of you were practically paralyzed, with Aizawa immediately incapacitated by his quirk. He spent the time monologuing about Chisaki, explaining the relationship that Eri had with the others in the Yakuza. Shut the hell up you scum. You couldn’t even growl out loud. Straining as you tried to get him, you were behind the two, and he must not have even realized you were down here. You heard Aizawa grunting as he slowly moved away, you watched as Chrono took out Aizawa’s own knife, opening and getting ready to stab the man with it.

You took out a small piece of light from earlier, the electric gold energy lighting up the dark room.

“Huh?” He looked around to see you, and in one fell swoop, you slashed along his Achilles heels. “You bitch.” He groaned out, dropping the knife to clutch at his heels. At the same time, Amajiki appeared, stabbing his arm with one of his food quirks. There you saw the teenage boy surrounded by police officers, guns ready. He just glared at them in defeat.

The officers helped you up, someone pulled down the bandages on Aizawa's face, and he quickly removed the effects of the quirk. You were taken in an ambulance and Aizawa was taken up to the ground floor. 

“Wait! I can still help!” You tried to squirm out of their grasp, but Aizawa shook his head ‘no.’ Tears sprung in your eyes, did you do bad? You did your best. Still, you were forced into an ambulance.

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You were in and out of consciousness the first day, one part of the injury, but mostly out of laziness. Lack of sleep finally caught up to you, forcing you to pay your debts. Still, it wasn’t like you were out of it, you could hear voices, smell the clean hospital air, feel the thin sheets below you, and taste your dry mouth. Different types of voices visited you, your friends, you recognized dimly. But there was one who stayed as long as they could, and whenever they spoke, you turned your head to them, smiling and appreciating the smooth bass. A large and warm hand felt your forehead, then checked your cheek. But their touch lingered on your cheek, gently cupping the part of your face.

“Hmm, s’warm.” You mumbled, not really awake as you squished your face further in the hand.

“So weird.” But they never pulled away.

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The next day, you were fully awake, still in a little bit of pain. Thanks to quirks and advanced medical technology, your wound was mostly closed. It was still tender to the touch, and still able to open, but as long as you were careful, you’d be fine.

Now you were hungrily inhaling the food the nurse had dropped off, Aizawa watching you in muted disgust.

“Wha’?” Your mouth was still full, flakes of rice and meat juice surrounded your mouth.

“You eat like you’re an animal and not a fully grown woman.” He shook his head, eyeing you like you were gonna eat him next.

“I’m hungry dick!” Still, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, eating more delicately. Aizawa rolled his eyes but stopped to watch his hands.

“I have a favor to ask of you.” He didn’t look at you. 

You wanted to tease him, but there was something about his demeanor that made you hesitate. “Yeah, what do you need.” You set down your food, gently sitting up to stare at him.

“The little girl, Eri, her quirk is unstable and dangerous.” Aizawa looked up now, reaching behind him to grab a small packet of papers. He handed them to you, continuing to talk. “So is her emotional state, there’s no telling when she’ll get upset and activate her quirk.”

Multitasking, you opened the folder while listening to him Rewind. She can rewind the state of a person, down to nothing. You looked up with worried eyes.

“She’ll need someone who can stop it, and watch over her.” His words hung heavy in the air, and he was tense now, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“Of course, what will you do with her?” He still hadn’t relaxed, hands clenching.

“I was thinking that she could live with us. We could watch over her.” Your eyes widened, mouth parting slightly.

“I-why me? I’m not exactly mother material.” You laughed nervously, looking at him confused. Why does he have to rope you into everything he does? Would you even be good enough to watch over the girl?

“She doesn’t need a mother, she needs someone to help her. And I..we live together, so it makes the most sense.” He shrugged, leaning back in his chair. Yet he was still tense, but why?

You looked down at your own hands, looking over her patient file. She was a traumatized little girl who needed help.

“What i…-what if I mess something up, what if I’m not good enough?” You voiced your concern, voice wavering already. When did you get so emotional?

“You won’t be doing it alone, I’ll be there.” Aizawa's voice was soft, comforting you. You looked up at him, staring into his soft eyes.

“But why me?”

“Because it’s always you.”

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You, as well as the other students, were released from the hospital not too long after the raid. The drive home was silent, both of you sleepy for different reasons. You were getting used to not sleeping all day, and Aizawa was exhausted from watching over Eri all night. Even if Aizawa never put on the radio, even if you hit every red light, even if the late-night roads were quiet, neither of you spoke about what he said in the hospital. Not even when you were in the hospital. 

Tiredly you both made it back home, stumbling in the dark room. 

“Aizawa wait.” You held out a hand, getting his attention while he poured his cup of coffee. You turned to him, “Where is she gonna sleep? There’s only two rooms.” 

Aizawa gave you a blank face, overpouring his cup, hot coffee spilling out from his hand and to the floor.

“Aizawa.” You repeated, his face still blank.

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“I could sleep in the living room.” Aizawa offered, both of you had your hair up/out of your way as you looked around the shared living space.

“Well that’s not fair to you, I’ll just sleep in the living room. You can keep the big room, which I still haven’t gotten over, by the way, and she gets the smaller room. You’ll be right there for her and I can just hang out.” Your hands on your hips while you stared out into the living room, staring down at the beige couch.

“I shouldn’t let you take the living room.” He shook his head, shooting down the idea immediately.

“Why not?” 

“One, because you’re a slob.” Aizawa looked over to you, “Two you have far too much stuff, and three you’re a woman.”

“Okay one, kiss my ass.” You faced him as well, crossing your arms. “And what does me being a girl have to do with anything?” You gave him a dirty look.

“Oh don’t look at me like that, I mean, if anyone needs their own space it should be you.” He waved you off, turning around to head into the kitchen.

“Well, Eri above anyone needs her own room, sooo…” You shook your head at him, giving him a look while he rustled through the cabinets. You thought for a moment, and a terrible idea came up in your head. Aizawa looked over at you, jelly pouch hanging out of your mouth.

“What terrible idea do you have.” He looked at you warily, still hanging into the snack through his teeth.

You shook your head, making a disgusted face.

“What?” He prodded.

“You’re not gonna like it, I don’t even like it, but we could share your room. We could buy another bed and separate the room into two.” You slowly lifted your hands in a questioning manner, your voice high.

Aizawa stared at you, one of his eyes raising in an annoyed look. “That’s a terrible idea.”

“Well, what other idea do you have?”

He looked around, thinking for a moment before he groaned very loudly. “You just want to have the bathroom in the room, don’t you?”

“I’m merely making the conscious decision for the both of us considering your situation.” You held your hands up in a non-accusing way, trying to fake some sort of innocence. 

“Fine.” He grunted, turning around to wash the dishes in the sink. You tried to ignore the implications of what sharing a room meant, far more intimate than sharing a home. Walking past, you willfully ignored his blushing ears.

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Aizawa’s time was spent between watching over Eri and working as a teacher. So you didn't see him often for a while, whereas you were suck with redecorating and adjusting your home. You started off slow, just buying kid shit for her, like books, stuffed animals, and cubbies. But when it came time to put together said cubbies and bookshelves you let them build up, and you very pointedly ignored moving the beds. Aizawa was too busy for you to ask, and you sure as hell couldn't, or was it wouldn't, who knows, do it all by yourself. So you called the one man who you knew would help you.

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“No lift with your legs.” 

“I am lifting with my legs! Hurry up jackass, I’m gonna drop the bed on my foot!” You groaned with the effort, damning yourself for wanting such a heavy frame.

Snipe sighed, rolling his eyes at you while he backed up. He had one hand holding the bottom of the sideways bed, the other supporting the top. Ever so gently he led you out of your old room and into Aizawa’s room.

“Okay ready? I’m gonna set it down, and you have to do it with me.” He looked back at you, his sharp eyes piercing. 

“Yup.” Your voice was strained, trying not to drop the bed. Following his lead, you turned the bed slowly and dropped it. You sighed, leaning over on your knees while you caught your breath. “Fuck.” Looking up, the bed was in the middle of the room, and you needed to shove it to the other side of the room, opposite to Aizawa’s

“I got it.” Snipe waved you away, immediately going to drag the bed in place.

“Thanks.”

You knew Snipe would answer your call, often times you hung out outside of work, and on the rare times he hosted an outing, you went with him. He stood back up, the muscle shirt he was wearing doing wonders for his body, showing off his toned arms and flashing you his exposed sides. And for a man whose quirk was a gun, he sure as hell did have a slutty waist.

“Alright break time.” You walked out of the room, Snipe following you with laughter.

“We’ve barely started.” 

“And now it’s break time.” You filled up two cups of water, handing one to him. Your hands brushed briefly, his course fingertips quickly ghosting over yours. There was a beat of silence, he made direct eye contact while he took a sip from his cup.

It’s not like you haven't thought about it, even before Snipe showed his face you knew he’d be hot under there. It was sometime after the final exams in the first term, he had been retelling the embarrassing story of his run-in with Hagakure. You had laughed at him loudly in the warm night air, tears springing to your eyes. You could feel his eyes on you, even if you couldn’t see them.

“Why do you wear your mask all the time?” You asked out loud after calming down. He stared ahead, and instead of responding he just tugged it off.

He looked at you with brilliant grey eyes, little targets in them. He had dark and thick eyebrows, long pretty eyelashes, and his full lips pulled in a smirk. Across his face was a gnarly scar, it looked like he had been slashed at an angle across, leaving behind a slightly raised thick wound.

“You’re face is a little lighter than your body.” You said stupidly, brain short-circuiting.

He just laughed and looked back out into the courtyard. 

“I know.”

You cleared your throat, willing away all of the not-very-safe-for-work thoughts that filled your head.

“I have to wonder, why are you and Aizawa sharing a room?” Snipe sat on the table, leaning back to watch you. His thick thighs were highlighted when he sat down, shorts leaving nothing to the imagination, and you swore he widened them when he caught you looking. Damn these slutty men.

“It’s nothing like that,” You waved him away. “Have you heard about the little girl that's going to be living here?” He nodded.

“Her name is Eri, and her quirk is unstable, so Aizawa has guardianship over her so she doesn’t accidentally kill someone. Which means that she’s gonna live with him, which means she’s gonna live with us.” You sighed.

“But why does that equate to you and Aizawa sharing a room?” He waved an arm, looking at you curiously.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you’re jealous, Snipe.” You smirked, but it dropped. “Eri immediately gets a room, that’s a given, but I wanted Aizawa close by, but he thought it’d be inappropriate for me to sleep out here. So now we’re bunking together.” 

Snipe hummed, closing his eyes and looking away. But out of the corner of his eyes he peeked at you. “You could always spend the night at my place if you need, Sejikiro doesn’t mind guests over, since he’s usually out.” 

Before you could respond, a presence made themselves known.

“That’s completely inappropriate.” Aizawa snapped, holding a bag of groceries. 

“Hey, Aizawa.” Snipe turned in his direction, waving hello.

“Why are you here?” He greeted back.

“He helped me move my bed, and he’s helping me put together the bookcases and Eri’s bed.” You peeked over, looking at him. Aizawa was just angrily looking at Snipe, who was staring back.

“You couldn’t have asked me?” He was pissed at you now?

“You’ve been busy.” You shrugged, stepping out to try and cool the angry man.

“I would’ve helped, you just needed to ask.” Aizawa growled out. “Now I’m here, so you,” He looked over to Snipe, who was just lazily watching the whole conversation, “Can get out now.” Aizawa sidestepped the door, motioning for him to leave.

“I’m already here now, plus if we all three work together, I’m sure it’ll go by quickly.” He tried to soothe the stern teacher.

“I’m sure you’re very busy, get out.” Neither Aizawa nor Snipe moved, silently challenging one another.

Snipe got up without a word, and on his way out he turned to you. “Call me whenever you need help, you have my number.” He waved goodbye, Aizawa slamming the door in his face.

“What the hell was that?” You asked in disbelief, watching the man you lived with as he strutted across the room. He threw the bags on the groaned, angrily opening the edge door to shove the food in there. “Hello?” You got closer, standing right behind him.

“I didn’t know you were calling other men to come by our house alone. You can’t do this when Eri comes in.” He was basically throwing in the food now, the poor grapes and carrots chucked to the back.

“Like Snipe isn’t our friend, what was going to happen? He helped me move the bed.” You were leaning over him now, anger now filling you. It’s been a while since you fought, the song and dance you both created had shifted over time.

“He’s your friend, not mine.” Aizawa stood up. “Plus, anything he did I could’ve done easily, there was no reason to call him. I live here too.” Aizawa got in your face, glowering.

“You’ve been busy. I’m not going to bother you-” 

“It wouldn’t be a bother! All I’ve been doing is making sure Eri’s healing process goes as scheduled, nothing I couldn’t have left to help you.” 

Both of you just stood there, breathing angrily in each other's spaces, chest to chest.

“Why do you care so much? Aren’t you happier that I’m taking the work off your hands?” You asked, anger ebbing away.

Aizawa said nothing in response, looking away slightly ashamed. 

“Because I don’t like other people in my house.” Bull.

“What about Nemuri or Hizashi? You have no problem with them coming over? Or Anan and Sejikiro?” You asked, genuinely confused.

His shoulders slumped, eyebrows slightly going up. “It’s different.” 

“How? In what way?” 

Aizawa’s tired eyes looked at you, and you realized what Fukukado was talking about.

“I recognize that look in your eyes when you look at him..”

“It just is, if you need my help, you can just call me. I’ll be there.”

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The first thing you noticed was how small she was, and how stringy and thin her hair was.

You were sitting in the hallway of the front door, wearing a Hello Kitty jacket and baggy sweatpants. Eri was clutching onto Aizawa’s hand painfully, but he made no move to pull away.

“Hey, little one.” You made no movement, both you and Aizawa letting her decide what to do. He was just staring at her, gauging her reactions.

She said your name, asking whether or not you were you.

“Yes I am, did Mr. Aizawa tell you I was a hero?” You asked softly, smiling at her. She nodded, one hand on her face.

“And I’m going to be living with you too?”

“Yes ma’am.” You nodded dutifully.

“Why, uhm..” Her voice got quiet, and she mumbled into her hand. Aizawa crouched down, getting on her level. He whispered something in her ear, and she nodded shyly. She turned back to you, big eyes filling with tears. “Why didn’t you see me in the hospital?” She asked, looking down while her voice wavered. In turn, your eyes filled with tears, guilt ripping you open. You swallowed away your tears and leaned forward. 

“I’ve been busy getting your room all ready for you. Remember when Mr. Aizawa asked what your favorite animals and colors were?” You asked.

She turned back, eyes widening as she nodded.

“Well, want to go see?” She nodded enthusiastically again. You slowly got up, holding a hand out for her to grab. She did gratefully, but she never let go of Aizawa’s forcing you to walk side by side as you walked to her room. 

You opened the door, and she gasped, running in and looking excitedly at everything. You and Aizawa watched in adoration as she squealed, never moving from the doorway. 

You looked over at him and saw he was already staring at you.

“What?” You asked, laughing while a bashful blush spread across your face.

“You’ll do great, I don’t understand why you were so worried.” He shook his head, a small smile on his own face, ears burning hot. 

You exhaled out of your nose, smiling as you turned back to Eri, who was watching you two. She just slowly crawled up to you two, slowly hugging both of your legs. Her grip became tight, and you and Aizawa shot each other’s worried looks. 

“What’s wrong honey?”

“Eri is something wrong?”

She looked up to you two, face red and eyes watery. “You guys are like mommy and daddies.” She sniffed, “I promise I won’t hurt you.” 

You frowned deeply, eyes filling up again with tears. Aizawa started to blink rapidly, inhaling deeply as he looked up.

“Oh Eri, you could never hurt us. I promise to protect you.” You hugged her tiny frame, soothing her shaking. Aizawa joined you, hugging her just as tight.

“We’ll always be here for you, alright?”

That was a promise neither of you would break, no matter what happened.

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they make me mentally unwell,,AND BEFORE YOU ASK YESS I'LL WRITE A PT 3 its just this was already 12k words, and i knew that it would jest get more unreasonable the more I wrote,,,soooo,,,they make me so ill I just,,,

Also I know eri doesn't come home till later, but lick my bawls,,,I'm forcing parenthood on them

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sneaky link — sunghoon ★

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ᥫ᭡ contains. smut, small caps, implied playgirl, blowjob, creaming, squirting, fingering, choking, bruises, making out, dirty talk, aftercare, pet names (pretty , baby), deep throating, hinted / mentions of possessiveness, degrading, overstimulation, riding, cervix kisses, undiscovered feelings, i most likely forgot something lol | black!reader , dom!hoon

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you took a shower getting ready for your sneaky link tonight with sunghoon. you had been linking up with him for about 2 months. you barely got to see him as much though because his schedule was rarely not busy.

y'all were on the low low too, due to the fact that he was an idol. he worked in an industry where he had to creep around, with little privacy whatsoever. which is why every single one of your links took place leading into midnight.

getting ready took about an hour and a half because he had randomly texted you letting you know he was free for the night. you spent about 30 minutes washing up and listening to music, getting yourself in the mood under the hot water.

you finished the rest of your routine in your room — after you finished your skincare in the bathroom. you had made sure to text sunghoon, asking him where he was. subconsciously aware that you had little to no time to waste.

from you : where you ?

from sunghoon : i’ll be there in about 25

“ shit let me hurry up, ” you muttered to yourself, knowing that the next 25 minutes would fly by. sitting on the bed you made before getting in the shower, moisturizing your skin with a cocoa butter-scented body cream, and a few spritzes of some soft vanilla-scented perfume.

flying by is what the time did, it felt like a breeze. you were kind of nervous after not seeing him for a few weeks. you looked and smelled good so that was two less things to worry about. but you couldn’t help the anxiety that bubbled inside of you.

finally, putting on your white satin robe and a thin layer of lipgloss before you heard a ‘ ding ’ coming from your phone. while texting back, your acrylic nails made tapping sounds at the screen.

from sunghoon : here

from you : ok finna come unlock the door

you unlocked the door and stood to the side, allowing him to walk in before closing the door and locking it. the smell of cocoa butter and vanilla hit his senses as soon as he walked through the door. but the scent wasn’t strong at all, it was relaxing, and mellow.

“ missed you, ” you kissed him slowly in hopes of kissing the anxiety away in the process. the kiss was brief but delicious, the lipgloss from your lips rubbed off onto his but not as much though since you had on a little to begin with.

sunghoon smelled like cologne; the scent was very soft and not overwhelming, which made everything about him more attractive. a man that smells good and looks well put together? yeah.

“ missed you too, ” he mumbled as he went back in to return the kiss. smiling against his lips before you pulled away. you grabbed his hand leading him upstairs to your room. he followed behind you, giving your ass a grip with a smile.

the room smelt of jasmine because of the lit candle that was sitting on the dresser. the candle lit up the fairly dark room like a small spark. it almost did nothing to give light to the room, but it did set the mood.

every time he came over you set the night with a conversation about literally anything. sometimes he talked about his schedule or a new comeback. you talked about your life and plans, sometimes it lasted an hour. he may be your sneaky link but you couldn’t help but feel some sort of connection and that made you think… damn, you hated thinking sometimes.

you went to straddle his lap. suddenly you went running your mouth likewise, “ anyways, you barely text me but when you want some pussy you be quick to text. ”

“ don’t start, you know i've been busy, ” he sighed, knowing that your mouth was going to open sooner or later with some bullshit. it was valid though right?

sneaky link or not he should bother to at least text a ‘ hey how are you? ’ especially if he had you actually thinking about him, usually you did the playing and not being the one who felt played.

you simply shook your head, rolling your eyes dramatically. “ you still could’ve made time, probably was too busy texting other bitches. ”

his hand crept up to your throat, holding it with a semi-tight grip. you sucked in your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes skimming his irritated expression. he put you in your place every single time and you just never seemed to learn. this is just one of the many things you would say if you got comfortable enough, and he just so happened to make you very comfortable.

“ shut up, ” he said looking at your lips and then your eyes, instantly shutting it down, being already fed up with your mouth cause he knew you would’ve kept going. the first time you did this you could’ve gone back and forth for hours. but now he didn’t let it get past a minute… he’s controlling you all the way but are you complaining though?

he began to kiss you. it started smooth and slow but then you felt the pace speed up as it gradually got rough. sunghoon untied the robe, pulling it off, and letting it fall from your shoulders. you just let him and returned his kiss with contented hums. the robe fell, exposing your brown nipples to the cool air, where they instantly hardened. the kiss filled the room with the sound of your lips smacking.

squeezing your left breast with his other hand before trailing it down to your thigh. he looked you up and down with a smug smile. “ you look good, ” he said pulling away from the kiss that had lasted a minute.

he let go of your throat, and you immediately hid your face on his shoulder shyly before lifting back up, “ thank you hoon. ” your shyness had him surprised the first time you met because you were anything but shy while going at it, at least to him. but he knew your shyness wasn’t an act though.

he snuck his hand down to your exposed cunt, rubbing your clit with his thumb. you gasped quietly in surprise. subconsciously moving your hips to press against the pad of his thumb harder. with a sigh of pleasure, you wrap your arms around him. kissing his jawline and neck, his full attention on your pussy, rubbing slow, pressured circles on your clit.

“ let me go turn on the speaker real quick, ” you said before it could escalate and pecked his lips. you hopped up from his lap, the robe falling fully off of you onto the floor. you carelessly left it there and switched on your sex playlist. making sure to put your phone on ‘do not disturb’ mode.

sunghoon watched you the entire time before it reminded him to take off his shirt and pants, revealing his milky-like pale skin and abs. he was sitting in the middle of the bed now, watching you walk back over. staring at your beautiful curves, the swell of your breasts and ass, the glow of your melanated skin under the dim candlelight, and your pretty face. you quite literally gave him the full package.

you pushed him back on the bed, and your hands rubbed his bulging dick through his boxers with a seductive smile. “ wanna give you head, ” you said, it almost coming out as a mumble. your hands gripped the band of his boxers, dragging them down gently.

he laid back, arms behind his head, breath hitching as his hard dick sprung up. the cool air hit his dick, which was dripping with a light substance of precum, making him suck in a small hiss through his teeth.

you bent down in front of his spread legs while gazing up at him with your ass in the air. you licked a long strip up the length of his cock in response to his single nod asking you to move on. you continued to tease his dick in that manner before using the wetness from your saliva as a lubricant while you slowly jerked him off.

“ fuck, ” he let out a throaty groan and reached out to grab your hair. your hand with your long acrylic nails wrapped around his dick jerking him off. you looked up at him while going to suck at his delicious blush pink tip, humming in satisfaction as the saltiness of his precum hit your tastebuds.

after suckling on his tip, you slowly went down on his dick while his grip on your hair tightened. his abs flexing up as a reflex from the pleasure.

bobbing your head practically deep-throating him, your mouth and hand putting in the work. saliva coating his dick messily, lips becoming swole-looking after time, dazed look in your eyes, sucking him sloppy… just how it’s supposed to be.

“ yeah just like that, keep going, ” he urged you, pushing your head completely down his length. you gripped his thighs tightly as he started fucking your throat. throat tightening as your gag reflex kicked in occasionally, attempting to relax your throat just to inflict pleasure just for him.

tears streamed down your eyes as sunghoon suddenly held your head down, lips meeting the base of his cock, making you tap his thigh repetitively.

he gripped your hair before pulling you up from choking on his dick. you hid your face letting out heavy pants until he decided to move your hands from your face taking a good look at you. honestly, you looked fucked out before he even got the chance to fuck you; spit dribbled messily down your chin, lips wet and swollen, eyes all dazed.

“ you were just talking shit… now that you got some dick in front of you, you don’t know how to act, ” he slapped his pink, wet tip up against your cheek. adding to the mess that was evident on your face from giving him the sloppy not even a minute ago. he was truly amused.

you had nothing to say because was he wrong? every time he came over he had you addicted to it, you don’t know what possessed you to fold this fast.

you just held out your tongue giving him the free opportunity of slapping his heavy tip up against it. just once more you wrapped your lips around the tip before pulling off with a final pop.

“ c’mere, ” he waved his hand over to him signaling to straddle him. you crawled up from between his legs hovering over his painfully hardened cock.

he wrapped his hand around your throat before pulling you down to kiss him. tongues swirling around each other messily, breathing heavily into each other's mouth, all while he rubbed his other hand over the surface of your ass.

he pulled away looking into your eyes, scanning your face occasionally. he just laid there admiring the beauty of the messiness of it all, he didn’t understand how you still looked beautiful after all this. lips were wet and swollen, neck tainted with light bruises shaped by his fingers, drying tears displayed across your cheeks, and the blaze set alight in your eyes. it just all looked perfect to him.

“ you look so fucking pretty right now. ”

what felt like minutes of the two of you damn near falling in love with each other was seconds.

“ you should fuck me and make me prettier… make me yours. ”

he grabbed his dick before lining up with your dripping hole and pushed in fully. you were drunk on him, you didn’t know what left your mouth. but neither did he, the dazed look on his face tells.

unspoken words played a good part in your relationship with him. you’ve never expressed any real type of feelings towards him knowing that this is one of the same old things for you. what makes him special?

but… you couldn’t help but to feel some type of connection. you’ve convinced yourself that it was your mind playing tricks on you from how good the dick was but how you felt kept you up at night.

you buried your face into his shoulder, mouth agape as he began to bounce you up and down on his dick. you could feel every inch of him, the way his head occasionally pressed on the gummy spot of your walls to the bittersweet thickness of his cock.

he panted heavily into your ear as your pussy hugged his dick, he occasionally let out moans that made a pit of butterflies form in your lower stomach.

“ oouu fuck right there, ” you whimpered as he began to thrust into you from below. his hard thrusts made your arms falter feeling jelly-like. and the way the tip of his cock kissed your cervix made your breath hitch, thighs shaking around his waist.

tugging your head back by your hair he sucked and kissed hickeys onto your neck marking you his. your neck looked completely fucked up, there was no covering it up.

“ gonna fuck this pussy so hard that it’ll ruin anyone else for you. ”

suddenly his pace slowed, flipping you over onto your back making you let out a squeal of surprise, he needed to see your face. you loved possessiveness, it made your heart melt, god forbid it to be sunghoon.

he set a brutal pace, making you grab a small decorative pillow that sat on your bed. hugging it as you tried to muffle your hoarse but loud moans. sunghoon immediately snatched the pillow, tossing it onto the floor.

“ let me hear those pretty moans, ” he whispered from above you, not letting go of his pace. the thin sheen of sweat covering him made him look godlike. you moaned his name repeatedly as if it was a mantra.

a ring of your cream caked up at the base of his cock. the room smelled like sweat, aromas of cocoa butter, and sex. if you focused enough you would’ve sworn you smelt the definition of ecstasy.

“ what a creamy pussy, ” he hummed, praising you. “ this all for me hm? ”

“ yes hoon, just for you… o-only you, ” you could barely speak with the way his thrusts were knocking the breaths from your lungs.

he pressed the palm of his hand into your lower belly as you let out a sob, “ gonna cum, please let me cum. ”

cervix kisses will be the death of you. the pressure made you want to scream out in agony but the way his length dragged against your walls made you cower from the sweetness.

grabbing the sheets wasn’t enough, your knuckles felt weak as you began to see stars. he mumbled a series of cuss words as he felt your pussy violently throb around him.

“ cum for me baby, ” he cooed.

tightening around him feeling the pit in your stomach snap like a rubber band. you squirted all over his abdomen, covering the sheets in your juices. the color of your sheets turning a wet darkness.

the force pushed his dick out in which he soon after reentered you making you tremble from the overstimulation. he rubbed your clit in tight, sharp motions before grinding slowly into you.

you lay there letting out inaudible babbles trying to back away out of reflex. usually, the few people that you did do it with didn’t last this long with you but sunghoon still has you impressed.

“ shhh take it like a good girl, almost there, ” he shushed you gently.

eventually, he pulled out and came all over your pussy. cum decorating your clit, slit, and lower belly. you lay there crumbling like a paper ball as you felt the contractions in your body settle down.

sunghoon went to your bathroom grabbed a clean washcloth and wetted it before wiping you down.

“ c’mon come shower with me, pretty, ” he said pulling your slumped body up as you whined. your legs wrapped around his naked waist and your head resting on his shoulder.

“ tired. ”

“ we’ll sleep once i’m done washing you up. ”

your head could’ve snapped from how fast you almost jerked up. ‘ we? ’ you thought to yourself. shit, you didn’t have a problem with it but that was a new one. we?

when you woke up he was gone. you lay there remembering how he held you in his arms, his hands caressing your tummy as you drifted to sleep. how he spooned you and played with your curls.

you also remembered him falling asleep next to you. he must’ve left this morning. it felt like you woke up from a hangover except you remembered everything.

from you : bitchhh it felt like i astral projected into the 5D plane last night.

from bestfriend : girl you already know what’s up, tell me everything !!

that’s the thing… you didn’t know everything, you didn’t even know how to feel besides the sex, your heart felt it but your head didn’t process it. you lay there for a minute before sitting up, something catching your eye. looking at your side table you saw a note written.

‘ hi pretty, i won’t be able to text you, you know how busy i get during promotions. meet me @ 9 PM, next saturday at that fancy restaurant near han river. i’ll text you the address when i have time in case you don’t know. p.s. wear something nice and get those pretty nails you always get. ’

you looked next to the note and saw 100 bucks, guessing it was for the nails. you just held the note and sat there on the bed reading it over and over as if it was a reality check.

damn.

feel like this could be better but i just wanted to put it out before i could write too much bc i didn’t feel like proofing lmao. i wanna make like a mini-series type of thing where it explores their relationship and shit.

© pixieelix. 2022

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #sunghoon smut #sunghoon hard hours #kpop smut #enhypen x black reader #sunghoon x black reader #kpop x black reader

[lillylvjy]

We’ll be (alright)

A/n// hi, so this came to me when me and Connor were talking, so all credits to Connor! But um, it’s very self indulgent, and very sad, and I hope you all like it. Enjoy!

Warnings// crying, Wilbur being a shit person/father, swearing, this is just all angst and maybe some fluff?? (Like it’s barely there), if I missed anything please tell me!

P.s. maybe a part 2 if people like this….

Edited: very little

wc: 1.8k

‘Sorry love, tour seems to be going on a little longer than expected. Be home as soon as I can. ly.’

The text Wilbur sent a couple days prior to this night. You were expecting him home then, until you got the dreadful text at 11 at night, your daughter sobbing her eyes out in your arms as she cried out for her dad.

You always thought Wilbur would’ve been the best father ever. But as time went on and he got busier with his music, he started to show clearly that he wasn’t. And you know that he can’t be perfect. But he could be better.

He was rarely there. He rarely saw her. It wasn’t always like this though! When she was just a small little bean who wanted nothing more than to sleep, he would sing to her and be with her all the time! That’s all he wanted. He wanted to be the one to put her down for a nap. Wanted to feed her. Wanted to just, hold her and keep her there. And he wanted to be with you, capture the sweet moments of you and her, hold both of you in his arms as he admired the both of you and how lucky he was to have you both.

But, once she got a bit older and didn’t need as much attention as she used to and you could take care of her by yourself, he just. Left. He didn’t come home till 2-3 am in the mornings. Some times he got drunk and came in the house, giggling and yelling about how much fun he had and you trying to shush him to not wake up the sleeping child, yet failing to do so as she ran out of her room to see her dad giggling on the couch as you placed a blanket over top of him. But he has his days where he stayed home and watched her and held her as she slept, like he used to. Showed he still loved and cared about her. He just kind of ignored you. Then, once the band started to get more popular and listens started to sky rocket, he was never there. He was too busy making and recording music, too busy helping Tommy and other with videos and streaming. Just too busy for his partner and his daughter. The two people that he was supposed to care about and for more than anyone else.

So when he finally came home around midnight from the tour he was doing around Europe, you immediately got up from the couch; have been waiting for him to come home to talk while your daughter was sleeping.

“Hey love. I’m so sorry for being home so la-“

“Wil we need to talk.” You wiped your nose as you sniffed, eyes red and swollen from crying and contemplating what you were going to say and the outcome of this conversation. You wrapped your arms around your torso, suddenly aware of how you look. So disheveled and tired.

“Oh?” Wilbur asked, eyebrows drawn together as he set his bags down.

“What’s happening? What’s- What’s going on with you?!” You whispered out harshly to him as you held back tears.

Wilbur scoffed and shook his head. “What do you mean ‘going on with me?’ Nothings going on. What happened?” Wilbur asked, worriedly as he tried to reach out and grab your hand. You stepped away from him before he could grab ahold of you, afraid that once he touched you and got ahold of you, you wouldn’t be able to let him go.

“Nothing- nothing happened. It’s just, you’re barely home Wilbur. You apparently don’t have enough time for your daughter anymore. The daughter that looks up to you and cries for you every time she has a nightmare because she wants her daddy to sing her a song. The daughter that you used to read to and admire every goddamn day. The daughter you used to love unconditionally. Now- I can barely tell if you even know her, let alone care for her. You’re too busy with whatever the fuck you’re doing, being an irresponsible person, and a terrible father to this beautiful little girl that just wants her fathers love and validation. Wil- i don’t even care if you love me or just plan out hate me right now, but our daughter needs her father, more than I need my husband.” You started to slowly raise your voice as you voiced out your anger towards the man in front of you, who now sported a frown and glossy eyes.

“And I’m sorry about that. But- you know how important this band and music is to me. It’s been my dream since college a-and I’m getting so close to touring the entire world! And when I do, I’ll take you both with me so we won’t have to be apart and it’ll be so fun and great-“

“No. No, Wilbur this is what I mean!” You gritted out through your teeth. You took a deep breathe before continuing, dead set on not losing your composure and making the situation worse. “You can’t be this rockstar and never be home for your daughter and wife. It’s like you’re obsessed with getting famous and pleasing your fans more than loving and caring about your family.” You whimper out the last part as you sigh out a breathe. “You have to choose Wilbur. And I may be being selfish or inconsiderate, but I need to know if the person I fell in love with and married is still in the person infront of me. The guy who would do anything to spend time with me. The guy who would make silly little skits in front of the tv whenever I was sad because he loved me so much, he’d make a fool out of himself for me. The guy- the guy that held both me and his daughter in his arms once we came home from the hospital and whispered promises in my ear that night we went to bed about always being here for us and always loving us. I need to know that the Wilbur I know, my Wilbur, is still in there.” You whispered out as tears streamed silently down your face. Wilbur stared at you with a blank face, but guilt and regret sitting behind his stare.

You stepped towards him, making sure to maintain eye contact the whole time.

“Wil. Us.. or them?”

Wilbur was caught off guard by the question you asked. Were you really making him choose between the two things he loves most? It took him a minute to fully register what you were asking.

“What?! Love you can’t be se-“

“William. Us, or them.”

Wilbur’s breathe got stuck in his throat. He didn’t want to choose. He didn’t want to be stuck in this situation. But he knew it too. Knew he was barely there for you both anymore. Knew he couldn’t provide the father his daughter needed. Knew he wasn’t the person you married. And he wanted to fix all of it, yes! He wanted to be the father he knew he could be, not wanting to be his own father. He wanted to be a loving and supportive husband for you. But he also wanted this. He wanted to feel he adrenaline of after shows. Wanted to hear people screaming his lyrics and name. He wanted nothing more than to make music for people to relate and scream to.

He couldn’t possibly choose right?

The fact he had to think about his answer, made the choice he chose clear as day to you.

You placed a hand over your mouth to stop the sob crawling up your throat, eyes watery and back turnt to him as you broke down.

“Y/n please, let me ex-“

“No. No you don’t get to explain. Your answer explains it all. I mean- I wouldn’t have cared if you didn’t give a damn about me, but the fact you would choose music over your own child-“ you whimpered as you continued to hold back tears and sobs of anger and pain. “And you cannot say you ‘don’t have time’ because I know damn well you spent all that time drinking and partying with your friends, when you could’ve been with me and her. When you could’ve been a father.”

Once you could get a grip on yourself, you sighed out a breathe and looked him in the eye. “You can stay, for tonight. But once she’s at my moms, and you’ve said you’re goodbye, you’re gone. If you don’t want to care for us, or show any sort of support, then your are not aloud to be in this family. And yeah. Maybe in the future you can have a second chance. But right now you just fucked it all up for yourself.” You shakily voiced out as you looked at him with so much emotion.

Anger? Disgust? Disappointment? Love? You didn’t know. All you knew is no matter what, you would still love him. And you knew your daughter would too. But if he doesn’t want to put in the effort and time, then he won’t get ours. And when the time comes he wants to come back, we’ll let him back with open arms, no matter how much hurt he gave us.

“I’m so sorry.” Wilbur whimpered out, as his bottom lip started to wobble. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I-“ He started but quickly cut himself off before he made it worse for himself.

“I know. But things don’t go the way we want them sometimes. And we have to deal with the consequences.” You turned your back to him to start making your way back your guy’s- your bedroom. “The couch is open, unless you want to join me. Either way, I don’t mind.” You avoid eye contact the whole time as you spoke to him, not wanting to make the hurt evident.

“I love you, y/n. I love you and our daughter so much.” He whispered out in the dreadful silence of the house.

You sighed out as you turned to him. “I know. We know. And we love you too. You just need a break to find out what you really want and that’s ok. And when you decide, I’ll be all ears.” You sent him a sad and weak smile, eyes glossy and hands shaking as you held them.

He nodded at you as you made your way to he bedroom, closing the door and finally breaking down. Sobs pushed their way out of your body as your crouched in front of the door, trying to stifle your whines and whimpers with your hand.

As much as you hate him, he needed this. You all needed this. As much as it hurt.

But we’ll find out what he wants. He always does.

Right?

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[strawberrylabs]

Whumptober day 2 with Alhaitham!

prompt: "They don't care about you"

Whumptober masterlist

Summary: You should've listened to your friends when they warned you about the acting grand sage

Warnings: Alhaitham kinda a bitch, gaslighting, manipulation, neglect, mildly yandere themes, toxic relationship, fighting, alludes to character death, derealisation

When your friends warned you about dating Alhaitham you didn't listen to them.

"He doesn't seem like the relatioinship type."

"He's too disconnected"

"There's something strange about the way he looks at you.."

But you brushed them off. You were in love after all.

And besides, he loved you too! He must have loved you, why else would the stoic Acting Grand Sage himself agree to date you?

Besides, your relationship was great! Alhaitham told everyone about your relationship. He bragged about you all the time!

You never really paid attention to the fact he made extra sure to mention it to Kaveh whenever you saw him.

Your relationship was so sweet! Alhaitham plans weekly date nights which eventually become so frequent that everynight is date night!

You brush off your friends complaints that they never see you anymore.

Alhaitham is so observant and caring! He let you know as soon as he realised how distant your friends have been lately. You know you spend lots of time with your lover, but its not like you're with him 24/7!

You dont acknowledge that Alhaitham encouraged you to take night classes to avoid them. He said that if they were really your friends, they would change their schedule for you.

Alhaitham is so smart. This one time your friends tried to convince you that Alhaitham was manipulating you into cutting contact with them. They tried to convince you to leave him! You almost believed them, but luckily Alhaitham pointed out how flawed their logic was, and scared them into never going near you again.

You push the thoughts of what they said deep into your mind, too afraid to admit they may be right.

Alhaitham gets so overprotective of you, its cute! One time Kaveh came up to you and tried to lie to you saying Alhaitham didn't actually love you.

"I made some stupid comment about how he can do anything but keep a partner and he flipped!

When your friends tried to tell you, he pushed them away because he can't risk you leaving him and proving me right!

Don't you see? He's sick in the head!

He's manipulating you into letting him be your only human contact so you stay with him! You have to leave before it gets worse!"

Before you could even begin to entertain the idea, Alhaitham appeared from behind you and began punching Kaveh. It's a goof thing he was there, you were almost starting to believe the architect!

You can never manage to recall what happened after, as if you blacked out the second Kaveh fell unconscious. But you vaguley remember that Alhaitham didn't stop and, and the macabre crack of bone. Or perhaps the crack was within your mind? You can't tell.

Alhaitham is so kind. When you mentioned you hadn't seen your friends for a while, he enlightened you by saying they were toxic, and abandoned you.

"They don't care about you."

His words were cold, and unlike you had ever heard him before.

You decided you would do you studies at home from then on.

You wondered why Alhaitham already had the paper work ready the second you mentioned it. You also tried not to think about how you never left the house anymore. It was for the best right? yeah, of course it was!

Alhaitham was so loving! He went out and worked so much to provide for you both. Sometimes, he even got home before midnight so you could spend and hour with him before you both went to bed!

You felt bad whenever he told you he was too tired to entertain you. But it's ok, you know he's just exhausted!

One time you tried to say you were exhausted too. He spoke coldly towards you, saying you dont know the meaning of the word.

But you do know right?

Or don't you?

You can't recal.

Alhaitham is so considerate! He's so busy now, he barely has time to speak to you at all. But that's ok! He still acknowledges you! He even says hello some days!

Or does he? When was the last time he said you name? When was the last time you spoke to someone?

But you're talking to yourself now, doesn't that count?

No, talking to yourself doesn't count!

You wish you could talk to your friends.

Where are they? Are they alive? Were you alive?

What are you?

Oh yeah. You're Alhaitham's lover.

Oh yeah. Maybe you should have listened to you friends.

Maybe you should have listened to your friends while you still could.

I wont lie, this was super fun to write. Hope you liked it!

#whumptober2023 #no.2 #blood tw #manipulation tw #gaslighting tw #toxic relationship tw #yandere tw #death tw #alhaitham x reader #yandere alhaitham #alhaitham x reader angst #genshin impact

[mncxbe]

Just an Ango thingy I decided to write because I miss Paris !! season 2 spoilers

5:40♧

𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒐 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: slight angst/ happy ending

The rattle of the rails reverberated through the entire tunnel, announcing the arrival of the midnight subway. It was a chilly autumn night and you were heading home from work. Just like every night, you were going to take line 14 from Châtelet to Saint-Lazare, then switch to line 13 to get to Saint-Denis, a total of 12 stops. This half hour trip to your crappy apartment was usually spent listening to music or reading the awfully long book you started the day you arrived in Paris two months ago; but not today.

As soon as the automatic doors of the subway closed behind you, your eyes landed on the poster glued to the tube's metal wall. It was a picture of the Ookagawa river in Yokohama, its banks lined with blossomed cherry trees. A sudden wave of nostalgia took over you and the memories came flooding in, echoes of the life you left behind.

You usually avoided thinking about your hometown and the people there; the memories were so fresh, the pain so vivid.

Only four months prior you were sitting on one of the high, rotating chairs at Lupin, celebrating Dazai's birthday with Oda and Ango, the people you considered your closest friends; your family. The drinks came one after another and except for Ango, who had his usual tomato juice, you were all tipsy.

"Ey Dazai. You've got enough to cover the bill, right?" you half laughed as you heard Dazai whine.

"But it's my birthday. Why should I be the one to pay?"

"Don't worry, birthday boy. I got you." said Oda in his usual calm voice.

You gently nudged Ango's arm, causing him to tense "You sure you don't want anything to drink?"

"No. Someone has to drive you home anyway." he replied without taking his eyes off of the glass in front of him.

Ango was the newest addition to your group; quite a reserved and stoic guy but you still liked him. He would often give you a lift after you had a few glasses at the bar.

"Alright. Suit yourself then."

That evening you parted ways, promising eachother to meet more often. Dazai left with Oda and you with Ango; the latter opening the passenger door for you.

"Angoo" you whined as you dropped onto the cushioned seat "My head hurts"

"Of course it hurts. You've had a lot to drink" he said in a slightly amused voice.

You noticed a few weeks prior that Ango would often let his guard down when it was only the two of you. It was a subtle change but you still noticed it: his shoulders were less tense, the line between his eyebrows would almost completely fade and he'd laugh more often.

During the ride home you looked at his profile. You were mesmerized by the way the city lights reflected in his glasses.

Without thinking, you reached for his glasses and snatched them, causing the man to almost crash into a nearby car. He managed to pull over in an empty parking space.

"Jesus, Y/N. I almost hit someone what are you doing?" he questioned in a harsh voice; but all his anger dissipated when he saw you propped against the door, adjusting his glasses on your face.

"Looook Ango. I'm pretty just like you now" you blurted out while smiling from ear to ear. A slight blush tinted his cheeks as he seized his glasses, earning another whine from you.

You were both quiet for the rest of the ride and by the time he pulled into the parking lot of your building you were almost asleep.

"Wake up, we're here" he spoke, gently shaking your shoulder but you only shurgged.

"Don't wanna go"

Ango looked at you for a few minutes, debating his next actions. He could let you sleep in his car, but that meant he'd have to spend the night in the parking lot. Or he could carry you to your apartment, which is exactly what he ended up doing.

Luckily the building had a functional elevator so he needn't walk you up the stairs to the 16th floor. He unlocked your door and walked inside your flat, placing you on the bed. Even in this drunked state you were pretty; laying on your side, your flushed cheeks like ripe apricots.

Just as he was about to leave you opened your eyes, calling out his name.

"Stay Ango please. Need to tell you s'mthing" you uttered while patting the bed. He cautiously took a seat and you pulled him down next to you, your arms wrapping around his torso.

He tried to protest but to no avail; you wouldn't let him go. Instead, you shifted closer to him, your face finding its way to the crook of his neck as you whispered a soft "I like you Ango" before drifting to sleep.

From then on you started seeing the man more and more often, the relationship between you growing by the day. It was still complicated; Ango was secretive and distant but you compensated with patience and trust. He eventually gave in and in three weeks time you started dating. It was one of the happiest months of your life; the usual missions were followed not by lonely nights, but by wonderful evenings spent in the comforting embrace of your boyfriend. "You did great today", "I'm really proud of you" he'd praise you, his fingers tracing random shapes along your thigh.

You'd often go on small dates: walks in the rain, late night talks under the starry sky on the top of his apartment building, a glass of wine in your hand, quick runs to the bookstore and occasional visits to different art museums; other times you'd simply join Dazai and Oda for drinks at Lupin.

But regardless of what you did in your free time, you did it together, your lives and routines slowly bleeding into eachother.

Your relationship ended abruptly on the day Oda died. When you found out about his involvement in your friend's death you fell to pieces. Although Ango begged you to stay, claiming that he never knew what would happen, that he didn't mean to hurt anyone, you couldn't be with him any longer. At least not now. No, you didn't blame him for Oda's death but he still lied to you and you felt betrayed.

The decisive factor in your resolve to flee the country was Dazai's disappearance. When you received his note saying that he'd left the Mafia and was going under the radar for a while, you booked a one-way flight to Paris, packed your few belongings and left.

Your recollection was interrupted by a loud chime that echoed through the subway, followed by the familiar mechanic voice that announced your arrival at the last station.

You quickly stepped out of the tube and navigated through the maze of tunnels until you reached the surface. A light drizzle had started while you were underground so you hurried home, eager to be confined in the comfort of your apartment.

When you opened the front door, the unopened envelope that lay on the ground caught your eyes. You picked it up and immediately recognized the handwriting. Without wasting a minute you tore the cover and procured the letter inside, your eyes scanning the paper.

Dear Y/N

I thought about whether I should reach out to you or not but I think it's time I did. Since you haven't been returning my calls I decided to write you a letter. It's been two months since Oda died and things are rough here; I just want to know if you're okay and safe. Please come home soon, I miss you.

Ango

You stared at the written piece of papern, tears forming at the corners of your eyes, clouding your vision. A few minutes later you neatly folded the letter, placing it on the countertop.

Maybe you were going to answer him, maybe you were going to go back to Yokohama, to him, but maybe you should think about these things tomorrow. But...

By the time you fell asleep, the night sky was already giving way to the rosy colours of the sunrise. The warm rays that entered the room through your large window fell onto your sleeping figure, illuminating the screen of your phone.

Suddenly, its display lit up and a blip announced that you had a new message:

I see my letter got to you, thanks for texting me. I'm really glad you're doing okay. Whenever you decide to come back I'll be here for you. ~Ango

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bsd ango #ango x reader #ango sakaguchi #ango bsd #bsd dazai #dazai bsd

[freyanistics]

Fiery flames 🔥 (part 2)

Part one here

"Come not between the dragon, and his wrath."

- William Shakespeare, King Lear

That little mishap happened a week ago.

There were talks about a party at the studio to celebrate Welcome Home’s 100th episode. Everyone was excited, including yourself, as it’s been awhile since you’ve went out to a party. At the night of the party you braided your hair into four plaits then put on a neutral outfit, not too masculine but not too feminine either. After checking yourself in the mirror you head out to the studio.

As soon you came inside the building music and bright lights cause you to step back a bit. After you adjusted to the new environment you grin seeing everyone was there. Frank and Eddie were talking at the punch bowl holding hands, Julie was already dancing on the floor with Sally, and a few of the others were doing their own thing. You start mingling with everyone as you drank some of your punch. There wasn’t no alcohol at this party because the executives didn’t want things to get too wild but that didn’t stop you from slipping some vodka in your drink, you even shared some with Barnaby.

By ten pm everyone was having a good time. You was laughing with Poppy and Eddie when you suddenly felt like you was being watched. Your eyes start to scan the crowd until it lands on Wally, leaning against the wall from across the room, staring at you. His face was shrouded in the shadows illuminating his eyes as they bore into yours. When he noticed you had saw him he starts walking towards your group.

“Aw shit.” You muttered under your breath. You force a smile as he reaches you and the others, but his eyes were trained on you.

“Hello~ Enjoying the party?” He asks in a sultry voice. Everyone was saying something but you stared back at him with narrowed eyes. Something felt…off. You could feel tension in the air and felt uncomfortable with him so close proximities of you.

“Excuse me I think I’m going to get some more punch.” You said leaving to go to the punch bowl. You dip the large spoon into the pink liquid filling your cup. Your ears perk hearing footsteps behind you as the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

“Are you alright?” Wally asks from behind.

“Yes Wally I’m fine.” You turn to face him seeing his lips curled up in a smirk. Pompous motherfucker, he reminded you of…

“You seem quite tense.” He says stepping closer. “How about we dance?”

“Together? No thanks I’ll pass.” You declined walking past him. His hand shoots out grabbing your wrist causing you to halt.

“Why are you playing so hard to get, Y/N?” His voice goes down to a husky tone as he eyes you.

“Let go, Wally. I’m not interested in you.” You grit out.

“Why not? Have I not been nice to you?” He tilts his head to the side, that smirk still evident on his face.

Maybe it was vodka you had slipped in your punch earlier because you suddenly wanted to give the arrogant bastard a piece of your mind. Did he really think you’d go out with him?

“Listen Wally and listen to me well.” You walk right up to him until you were barely chest to chest. “I don’t like you. I never did like you. You’re nothing but an arrogant little man with an inflated ego. You got everyone wrapped around your finger except me, because I know what you really are.” Your eyes narrow. “I rather drink cyanide than go out with you, so fuck off.” You rug your wrist free storming off with several people watching with their mouths agape. You didn’t notice the sinister look in Wally’s eyes.

“You forgot one thing, Y/N. I always get what I want.” He says softly

Around midnight the party had long ended with all the guests leaving the studio. You had hung back helping the cleaning crew with picking up the trash left behind. You was in one of the recording rooms picking up dirty plates and cups wearing AirPods listening to a few bops when the lights start to flicker. You look up as the lightbulb flickers before going out. “Shit.” You mutter pulling your phone on cutting on your phone’s flashlight. Stepping out of the room you noticed all the lights to the building have went off.

“Hello?” You called out but there was no answer. Odd, did the others finish before you? You knew the electric box was outside located in the back of the building so you headed out. The tension in the air was thick and you felt your senses heighten. Your eyes looked around as you reach the back door leading outside. Stepping out in the fresh air you scan your surroundings but found nothing out of the ordinary.

Maybe you’re just getting too paranoid. You shake your head walking to the electric box opening it. All the switches were flipped to off. How strange, it’s almost as if someone…

“You shouldn’t have said those nasty things about me, Y/N.” A voice comes from behind you causing you to jump spinning around to see it was Wally. He still wore his blue sweater and red ascot around his neck as he looked at you with a sly grin.

“What the hell are you doing out here? Did you do this?” You accused him.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” He says cockily.

You growl gritting your teeth together. “I don’t have times for games, Wally. What do you want from me?”

“I just wanted you to give me a chance. But you were awfully rude to me at the party, everyone heard you. I think you owe me an apology.” He takes a step towards you.

“An apology? I’m not apologizing for shit.” You scoff folding your arms. “Go cry to it to your mother.”

Wally looks at you for a good few minutes before chuckling.

“You know there’s a reason people are scared of me.” He starts but you interrupt with your laughter.

“Scared of you? I don’t see why not. You’re not scary, you’re anything but scary.” You wipe a tear from your eye. “The only thing going for you is your staring problem, but that’s not scary that’s creepy. You’re a creep, but not scary.” You continue to laugh. “Look fine, I’m sorry for hurting your big ego. There happy?” You turn back to the electric box rolling your eyes.

Then you cried out as you felt something pierce your skin. You look down at your arm seeing a bite mark with blood dripping from the wound. You twirl back to Wally who’s grinning from ear to ear as his pupils had widen to the point there were no whites.

“That wasn’t a proper apology. Y/N. Very un neighborly of you.” He says in a sickly sweet voice.

“You…you bite me.” You said breathing heavily.

“Did I?” He asks giggling. “I’m standing right here am I not?”

“Don’t.You.Dare.Bite.Me.” You hiss out feeling your eyes turn yellow.

You could feel it. Deep inside of you the beast you suppressed for so long was coming free. It was like the chains were being ripped free. You had to calm down. You have to calm down.

“And what are you going to do about it?” Wally says stalking towards you in a slow pace until he was chest to chest with you. His eyes bore into yours as he chuckles. “I don’t want to hurt you, believe it or not. But I must teach you some manners.” He says as he blinks. You felt another piercing pain on your shoulder causing you to cry out. This one felt deeper than the other time. You could see blood on Wally’s lips and teeth.

“I SAID DON’T FUCKING BITE ME!” You scream shoving him back on the ground. You snapped and your eyes roll in the back of your head as you heard your bones and limbs popping. Your back aches as wings sprout of it as you fall to floor trembling. Wally’s eyes were back to normal as he watch with surprise as you transformed before his eyes. You slam your large claws on the ground as rose to your full height staring down at Wally not as a human, but a large scaly dragon.

Your eyes bore into his as he scrambled to his feet backing up. Thunder roars above as a storm starts to form. You was pissed and now you was going to give this thing hell. Letting out a thunderous roar you charge towards Wally with your mouth wide open. He takes off into the woods with you right behind him shoving trees and anything in your pathway. Opening your mouth you blast an electric blast near his feet causing him to fall down scrambling back up.

“Now now y/n, let’s talk about this!” He calls out.

“No talk you’re dead.” You growl out as slam your fist into the ground causing it to shake.

“Y/N please! I apologize, let us not do something brash!” He says running down a slope.

Rain crash down on you as the ground starts to get wet and muddy. You didn’t care as you follow after the blue haired man with one thing on your mind; tearing him apart.

“I warned you!” You snarl as you throw a tree near him. It crashes onto the ground splitting in two. “I’m going to show you what scary really is!” You lunge grabbing him lifting Wally up until he was at your eye level. Your yellow eye glares into his as he bites his lip.

“Y/N, dear, let’s calm down. You don’t really want to eat me. I won’t taste well.” He counters.

“Let’s see if that’s true.” You laugh lifting him high in the air about to drop him in your gullet when you snarl in pain. It’s been so long since you’ve shift into your true form that you couldn’t handle it for too long. You let out an agitated roar as you felt yourself slipping back into your human form, dropping Wally and crashing down onto the ground. Your clothes were tattered and your breathing was heavy. Above you the storm disperse and the rain stops. You close your eyes trying to control your breathing.

“Y/N?” Wally calls out standing over you.

“Don’t…touch me.” You force out stumbling to your feet. You stare at him before shuffling away. Back to your apartment. You left him in those forests, too exhausted to care.

Wally watches you leave, deciding against chasing after you. He was stunned but slowly a smile appears on his face.

“You’re more special than I assumed.”

A/N: Part 2 as promised. Kinda wonky so I apologize. No proofreading as usual

#wally x reader #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #wally darling #welcome home

[hanisdaisys]

DON’T BLAME ME -PSH.

Pairing: Sunghoon!XReader!

Information: A spin off of The Great Gastby

(Slight mention of Heeseung!XReader!)

Word count: Around 3.7k

Reading time : 15 minutes

Warning : death of character, pet names , mention of blood, mention of poor and rich, kiss scene ( please let me know if there is any others )

Summary: When a young rich women, peek of beauty in the 1950s falls for her body guard who was dirt poor. What happens when they fall inlove and he suddenly disappears? Will she find someone else ?

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Being a young, rich and beautiful women in the 1950s was a blessing. You’d thank god everyday that you were able to procure for yourself this luxurious lifestyle that screamed gold and diamonds. Being the most rich women in the town was also a big blessing, everybody was at your feet’s, ready to obey whatever words come out your mouth. You wished you could stay 19 forever, not needing to worry about your future nor your future husband. But you can’t stay young forever. You were almost 22. You were “at the limit of age” in your mothers words. She kept urging you to get married, to have kids and to settle down… your father on the other hand wanted to keep his baby girl forever. He didn’t want to let go of his precious little daughter and offer her off to some wealthy man who’d pay you half the respect your father payed. Your mother was tired of your antics, she was tired of your lame excuses to not settle down. She didn’t believe in love, she believed in power. In money.

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So she threw parties. Big ones every 2-3 weeks, hoping you’d meet a lovely man at night. She dresses you in glitter and gold, dressing you with only the finest materials and the purest gold. Anyone who saw you could easily guess you were rich. And yet every party your mother threw, you were never able to find someone who caught your eyes. Everyone seemed so bland and so full of themselves, only looking to profit of you and your family. And you so rejected every offer that was given to you. You were destined to meet your true love. The one who’d save you from this hellhole. Another party that had miserable failed.

You woke up the next day, head throbbing from all the alcohol you had drank. You left your bed a mess, Ms.Cho rushed over to fix your bed, making sure not a single fold or crease was being shown. You entered your bathroom and opened the curtains, bright golden sunlight peeking through the cloudy day. Spring. You were tired and in need of breakfast, so you hurried up and got yourself ready… or at least presentable. As soon as you walked down the steps, your heels could be heard from miles away.

Some rustling and plates were heard while the kitchen staff prepare you a plate. “Good morning Ms.Y/N” a voice called out from behind you. Ms.Cho was now downstairs, making sure your breakfast goes as smoothly as possible. “Morning” you replied back, you weren’t so interested in small talk. Suddenly the sound of a vase being dropped was heard. Not just any vase but the ones your mother got exported from Thailand. “You peasant! My vase!” You mother yelled out.

Your eyes met with a young adult, maybe around your age. He was dressed very poorly, even his tie wasn’t placed in the proper etiquette. Even if his outfit gave off a poor and dirty vibe, his face shined a million light. You thought he had potential. His face was one even the richest couldn’t afford. His beauty shined beyond his outfit. The two moles on his face lining up like a constellation . His hair perfectly framing his symmetric face. He was a god. A divine beauty. You finally came back to thought as he started apologizing restlessly. His bows getting closer to the ground. His voices sounded amazing, he sounded like those of the birds who sung you into the morning. A soft lullaby waiting to be discovered.

“Mother leave him alone.” You said getting up from your chair and picking up the young man by his arm. You despised your mother, she always bossed around people. She thought of herself so highly. “Y/N! Come back here this instant!” She screamed at you not daring to move a step. Likewise, she wasn’t such a big fan of you. Ever since you were born, you always got what you wanted. Your footsteps could be heard as you walked away from her.

You kept pulling him away and away, far into the long halls of your castle. The boy was shivering; he was scared that he would be sent to the dungeon, after all, it was a mistake… “I’m so sorry ! I didn’t mean to disburd your breakfast and break a vase” he said spewing out words before he could even think. You finally stopped in front of your fathers study. He’d spend most of his hours there, managing all the castle buisness. You knocked on the door, ignoring the young boys apologies. “Come in ” your father called out as you walked in. Your Fathers face immediately lit up. “Father I want him. He’s my body guard now.” You said, not accepting no for an answer. “Well Y/N… he wasn’t trained for it… it could be dangerous, besides sweetie you cannot get everything alright? ” he said before taking a look at your face. Seeing those cute puppy eyes you were able to pull out whenever you wanted something. “But oh well… it won’t hurt to give it a try…” He continued watching your face as your expression changed. You were so excited that you ran to give your father a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “thank you! I love you father!!!” You finally exited your fathers study, taking this boy to your room. Again , walking through the long hallway of your castle. Until you finally reached your room. “What’s your name?” You asked , sitting down on your bed as the man watched, not so certain what to do. “Sunghoon. Park Sunghoon” He watched you carefully as you layed down on your bed. Should he look away? “ well hoonie im Y\N. Each morning, at 8am,you will be infront of my room. You’re my new body guard”

And he listened to you, everyday at 8am he would be at your door, waiting for you to exit. He was a little awkward at first, but after a while he started acting a little more normal. Your mom wasn’t happy that you were getting close to a peasant. You wouldn’t even do anything if sunghoon wasn’t there!! If he want eating with you and your family, you wouldn’t eat! He has become a part of your life now. And everyday you’d thank your dad for hiring him. Even if you had never believed in love, he made it happen. He made you believe in love at first sight. All of your heart belonged to him. He made you feel ways you’ve never felt. You were complete opposite. But opposites attract right? You were sunshine and he was midnight rain.

Weeks passed by that way, you had finally gotten closer. He would now hold your hands and smile at you. If you had told your old self that sunghoon finally showed emotions towards you, you would be shocked. When your father passed away, he was the first to comfort you. While your mom was out drinking and coming home wasted, hed sit by your side comforting you. He promised you better days would come. He would pick you over 3 meals a day. He couldn’t stand seeing you cry. When your mother would yell at you, he’d quickly come to your rescue and pull you away from the situation. You couldn’t believe this was the shy Park Sunghoon you had first met. The flowers bloomed in his presence. Summer had approached.

The morning bright morning had already started peeking in. The wind softly blowing in as the curtains moved to the soft melody of the birds. You stretched out your arms looking over to the beautiful morning view. Finally it was July 15. The day where the orchid tree was in full bloom. All its beauty had finally bloomed. You couldn’t wait longer, you ran out of your room. Sunghoon was outside, as usual, waiting for you to exit. “Good Morning Ms.” he said, letting you lead the way. “ Let’s go see the orchids outside!” You said pulling him to your private garden. This scene seamed like it came out of a movie for Sunghoon. The wind blowing your hair. The way you were moving so carelessly in this cruel world. His feeling has developed so fast and so subtly he couldn’t even grasp the concept of falling in love. You were his drug. His medicine every time he was ill. The person who kept him going. He wanted it comfortable and you wanted that pain.

“Don’t run so fast ms. You’ll get hurt!” He said, watching you let go his hands and run further away from him. He reached his hand forward trying to catch up too you. His hand reaching out, not being to grasp you, only your shadow. He stopped when you reached the tree “Don’t be a fool hoon! Sit down will you?” You said sitting down on the wooden bench. It was placed right under the orchid tree. Your father had it custom made for your 5th birthday. It was facing the sun. The direction of hope. For the first time since your father passed away, you felt a presence on this bench. You looked over seeing Sunghoon looking at you.. He looked at you just like how every women desires to be looked at. His eyes were full of love. Full of emotions. The world was in slow motion. His hair was moving to the rhythm of the wind. You started leaning in. Your eyes filled with romance. Your lips were inches apart. Orchid flowers coming down the tree to land around you. He pressed his lips against yours, letting no space disturb you. You leaned in more, savouring the taste of his lips. His hands slowly going to grab your neck. If this was a movie scene, it would be the one that everyone replays. The feeling of love escaping through your throat. Love was the most beautiful thing in this depressing world. It lit up seas and oceans. Love. Just young love.

He pulled away slowly looking around to see if anyone had caught you. He couldn’t be seen with you, a peasant and a rich woman. You calmed him down, rubbing his back as he leaned his head on your shoulder. You stayed in that position till it got late. The sun was long gone and replaced by the darkness of the night. You wished you could’ve stayed this way forever but sunghoon didn’t want to stay out while it was dark. He walked you back until your room. After he was sure you were tucked in and felt secure he started walking towards his own room. Pressing his fingers against his lips. Your taste. The taste of sweet daisy’s. Lord he misses it. He cleaned the room, sitting down on his desk. He toke out a peace of paper and a ink pen. Writing out his emotions. It toke him a while, writing everything he felt for you. From the instant he met you to today. Words not enough to describe what he felt for you. He was crazy inlove with you.

The next morning came by quickly. You rushed out of bed and opened the door. This action felt so familiar to you now. Waking up and opening the door for hoon. Only that today he wasn’t there. You peeked your head outside hoping he was just taking a walk outside but no. You asked around for him but no one knew who he was. He disappeared from one day to the next. He was gone just like the nightlight.. No words from him or anything. You ran back to your room, just you and your aching soul.. tears filled your eyes and sorrow filled your body. The pain ran through your body. You didn’t even realize when you feel asleep. Waking up surrounded with tissues. Someone was knocking on your door aggressively. Your mom was wondering why you hadn’t came down. “ come down this instant Y/N! Don’t you dare cry over that dirty peasant!” She yelled out tired of knocking. You opened the door. The view was a lot to take in. Your clothes were a mess, dark circles were forming underyour eyes. “ Come eat at least” she said, slamming the door on you. Of course . Your mom was against your emotions again. It was nothing new. She always acted this way. lord this made you crazy, love made you crazy.

A few years passed like this. The first few months were miserable, everything had reminded you of him. Vases,flowers,beds and even your room. You missed him. His smell. His words. His actions… That was until your mother announced she has found someone for you. Young, rich and handsome polo player, Lee Heeseung. Your marriage was planed the 28th of may, 1953. Everyone was invited. It was a huge wedding. He was crazy in love with you, just like Sunghoon. He looked at you with so much love. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love him. He was so lovable. He brought you warmth and comfort. He’d do anything for you. Everything you desire. You didn’t even need to ask, it was all ready for you.

The night of your wedding you finally decided to share a room. He had already gotten comfortable in your sheets. Your smell engulfing his nose. Like a warm hug. He shoved his face further into the sheets,taking in your smell. The smell of fresh daisies. He turned around looking for you . And when he couldn’t feel your presence he opened his eyes, searching the room. You were on the balcony, reaching out to a white light on the other side of the lake. Your arms stretched out to the light, it was calling you. “ come back to bed sweetness” he said patting the area next to him. “Yes darling” you said to him, smiling as you closed the balcony door as well as the curtains. Laying down next to him, wrapping your hand around his waist. He pecked your forehead, whispering words of love. The ones which make you taste sweetness.

The months passed by fast with him. Your relationship was perfect. He was a devoted husband. He’d do anything for you and he wasn’t ashamed to remind you at every moment. He loves you. Your father would’ve loved him. He treated you right. The way you truly deserve. Your mom she never gave up her habits. Throwing big lavishing parties every weekend. Today’s party was to celebrate your first six months with him. You were dressed in white, with your hair up. Heeseung was dressed in a white and blue suit orned with gold buttons. He kissed you as people cheered. You had grown famous overtime. The title “ Polo player,Lee heeseung and rich icon, Y/N” being seen everywhere. Little did you know someone was watching you. Tears stained his face and he stood in the rain, watching you from outside. He was heartbroken and headed home. Following the white light to lead him home. He did this for you.

When you had woken up in heeseungs arm the next day , Ms.Cho told you that someone left you an invite. You had gotten an invitation to someone‘s party, Someone named PS. You were bored of staying home everyday and decided to go. Heeseung followed you, being there for you when you need it. It was difficult to get in. Every one seemed to have gathered here. There is possibly no way the owner had written that many invites. You looked around until you spotted a young group of women.“ do you know how i could talk to PS?” You asked them as they laughed at your comment. “ No one knows who PS is, everyone comes to his party to drink” a random girl said. You turned around to look at Heeseung as he nodded disapprovingly. “ lets go home sweetness” he said but you refused. You refused to leave this party without knowing who PS was. Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder. “ Mister Park would like to see you, please follow me” He said to you. You followed the man and Heeseung started following you. “Alone please” he added staring at heeseung. You looked back at Heeseung as he let go of your hand. “Be careful sweetness” he said grabbing your hand and leaving a small kiss. You looked back at heeseung once again before you followed this man to a room. You guessed the room of mister Park. He opened the door for you and closed it slightly as you went in. A man was seen, his broad shoulder would be viewed. When he turned aroun your mind went blank. Sunghoon. Mr.Park was Sunghoon..

You turned back around hurrying to leave the room. Even if you once had good memories with him, you didn’t want to be reminded of this.. “ No please Y/N listen to me” he said running to hold your hand. “There is absolutely nothing to hear! Your a fool Sunghoon. A crazy fool! You let me suffer without telling me anything! Not even a word!” Tears started flooding your eyes. Your whimpers could be heard in the room as sunghoon looked at you cluelessly. “ No my Love ! I wrote you a letter!” He said staring into your eyes. Looking for reassurance “ What letter…” you asked. “I left it on your bed! It had your name written and everything!” He added holding both your hands as he looked into your eyes. He looked like he was about to start crying. “ WHAT LETTER HOON. WHAT WAS IN IT” you yelled out before he said “Oh my dear, I was poor. I was a poor man. I wouldn’t have let you marry such a peasant. I went away to work my dear. I worked all those years to afford you this house! To get you away from your mother! I wanted to give you everything. This whole house belongs to you, Y/N. My life is yours!” he said. Your tears started getting louder. Sunghoon finally let go of your hands so he could wipe away the tears escaping your eyes. “ sunghoon… money never mattered to me!” You yelled out “let me show you my dear! I’ll show you what I had gotten for you” sunghoon ran off in the room bringing back piles of boxes. “ these are the finest diamonds there is! I got them all from India my darling. The finest jewelry for the finest women” you started weeping again. Tears escaping your eyes. It was beyond your control, waterfalls were falling. “ my dear, what’s wrong?” Sunghoon asked sitting you down on an expensive looking couch “ I have never seen such fine jewelry” you cried holding onto him. And the scene replayed. The scene under the orchid. The scene were you and him kissed. This time it was different. He leaned in first. And you let him. You let him kiss you. You even kissed back. The smacking of your lips could be heard. Little did you know someone was looking. You had disappeared for so long someone came for you.

Heeseung wiped his tears and exited the room. Couldn’t you have locked the door? What he couldn’t see wouldn’t have hurted him. But instead, you left the door open. Leaving it wide open for everyone to see. You were going to see what he can do. How dare you cheat on him. You were his possession. His shining trophy.

You pulled away from sunghoon. A string of saliva could be seen. “ I- I shouldn’t have done this! I’m a married women sunghoon!” You said wiping off the saliva. “My love. Just tell him! Tell him you love another man and it’ll all be alright I promise.” He said holding onto your cheeks as your eyes stared into his. “ I might do it hoon… for us. For you…” you said. How was this happening all over again. Hot summer nights. Mid July.

When you went back downstairs from sunghoons room , heeseung was waiting for you. “ I want to know everything abt this PS” he told you as he pulled you away. Leaving the house as he aggressively drove him. At home, he was already in bed while you got changed. After you are done, you slowly sneaked into the bed, placing your hands on his waist, trying to hug him. But he inched further. Like he was ignoring your touch. Maybe he wanted space, so you turned around and cried yourself to sleep. For heeseung, your cries were pure torture. But it was your fault. You had kissed another man. You were going to pay for it.

The next day heeseung was no longer beside you. Usually he’d wake you up with kisses. Waking you up the only way you deserved. You wondered where he has left.

When he had gotten back him, his white shirt had a few drops of blood. Red blood. Human blood. When you asked him what he had done. He just started laughing. “I killed him” he said kissing your forehead. “ heeseung… who did you kill…” you asked inching away from him. “I killed that damn Park Sunghoon! How dare you cheat on me?” He asked you staring into your eyes. Again tears, this time he wasn’t so affected though. He had done what he needed to do in order to protect his family. In order to protect his prized possession. “ you’re crazy!” You yelled out pulling your own hair. “ oh sweetness, you love it! I’m richer than him! Why would you even want such a lowlife? Besides, the only thing I’m crazy for… is you”

He was right. You didn’t care about sunghoon, you didn’t care that he was your first love. You wanted money and heeseung had it. He was rich and famous. What more could you want. So you ignored what heeseung did. You didn’t even want to attend sunghoons funeral. Instead you ignored all the calls you had from his worker. No one was there for him, not a single person showed up. You and heeseung were cruel, money leaded you too this. Those memories are nothing when you have money. Love isn’t real, money is. Your mom was right all along, and your father was wrong. Love and emotions won’t get you anymore… but money and power will. He wanted a bride but you wanted your own name.

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Not as satisfying as I wanted :( still I hope you enjoy!

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen au #enhypen x reader #enhypen smau #enhypenwriters #enhypen #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon #park sunghoon #lee heeseung imagines #lee heeseung #ethan lee #my first love #the great gatsby #jay gatsby #daisy buchanan #Spotify #enhypennetwork #ficscafe #enhypen jake #jake sim #enhypen angst #jake imagines #enhypen reactions #jake enhypen #jay park #heeseung #don’t blame me

[chanis-banani]

Arthur/Mujin/Jahan - boyfriend headcanons

Requested by @seohotonin

concept: what kind of boyfriends I think these members would be (sfw) - genderneutral reader -

so maybe I got a little bit carried away.......

and yes I'm definitely making a part 2 for the remaining members in the future :)

ARTHUR

the first time he saw you, your insanely good looks made him so nervous he accidentilly introduced himself as "hello I'm BTS"

sorry I'll stop fooling around

Arthur is a sensitive boy - he might seem quiet at first, but his enthusiastic extravert side shows more and more as he gets comfortable around you

he is very passionate too - he spends a lot of time practicing his dance and likes to show it to you so you can give him feedback

love language: words of affirmation and quality time

this goes both ways - he will constantly remind you of how amazing you are and cheer you on, and it means the world to him when you do the same for him

and when it comes to quality time, he likes to just stay at home with you and have super long conversations about absolutely anything

the happy little sparkle in his eyes when he has his head in your lap and listens to you talking about something you're passionate about ~

besides talking, he also loves to take walks together and play games with you

if Arthur were a type of weather, he would be summer rain, don't question it

scenario: It was the midst of July and you and Arthur had decided to go on a walk together. As soon as you left the house, very dark clouds appeared in the sky, but Arthur insisted on going on a walk anyway. After about ten minutes, your fears came true and huge raindrops came pelting down. It was that typical type of summer rain. The drops landed softly, almost warmly on your skin, despite how heavily it poured. You and Arthur stood still and looked at each other. Bright golden light beamed between the cracks in the clouds and this light reflected beautifully on Arthur's rainy skin. He must have thought the same about you, because suddenly your lips were connected and he had his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. His lips were warm and soft and you could taste the rain on them.

MUJIN

craves attention 24/7 - he will do anything to get you to focus on him

he will continuously call your name, rest his head on your shoulder, or on your lap if you're sitting down, jokingly insult you to get a reaction out of you, and if all else fails he just wraps his arms around your neck and clings to you

and he doesn't mind at all if you give him the same treatment

whenever you tease him, he pretends to get upset and pouty, but he secretly likes it

he sends you a lot of selfies, mostly to fish for compliments

Mujin is an absolute ray of sunshine - his smile alone is enough to cheer you up

love language: physical touch and acts of service

loves to cook for you and watch how you enjoy his food

this man needs his cuddles like he needs oxygen

the best way for him to recharge after a long day is to cuddle up against you and doze off for a little bit

pat his head and watch how flustered he gets

he's a night owl and likes to be outside when it's dark, so you often go for midnight walks together to watch all the pretty lights from the city

but since you both love to mess around a lot, this frequently escalates into chasing after each other and running through the city at night while screaming

scenario: It was 1 am. Mujin leaned against the street light as he struggled with the wrapper of his lollipop. The two of you just came from one of your nightly convenience store visits and found a good spot to enjoy the view of the city. Mujin let out a frustrated sigh because he still couldn't manage to remove the wrapper from his candy and he turned to you with puppy eyes. "Are you a baby?" you mocked as you took the candy from him and opened it, but instead of returning it to him, you put it in your own mouth. "Hey that's mine!" he whined and he snatched the lollipop from your mouth. You raised an eyebrow at him and said "I'd give that back if I were you," but Mujin didn't care. He just put the lollipop back into his own mouth and then started running, giggling happily when you began to chase him.

JAHAN

Jahan is much more reserved and might sometimes struggle to put his love for you into words

that being said, he is still a passionate and sensitive person

he is a little more distant when you're in public, but at home (where he feels comfortable and relaxed) he constantly hovers around you and holds you in his embrace

and those few times when he does explicitly say things like "you're cute" or "I love you", he does it with that very deep voice of his

love language: gift giving, quality time and acts of service

Jahan takes you on a lot of dates - going to a cafe for some coffee, having dinner at a restaurant, visiting the cinema together (secretly holding hands during the movie), and going shopping together

even though you keep telling him to stop paying for everything and that you can also pay for the clothes you buy, he always offers to buy things for you

he is very caring too - he notices it right away when you're not feeling your best

when that happens, he usually doesn't act much different to you directly, but he will do little things for you - things like doing random chores, surprising you with dinner or going to the store to buy your favorite snacks for you

scenario: "Come on!" Jahan yelled in frustration. The two of you had decided to go to the fair together and for the past 15 minutes you had been sticking around the claw machine. There was a teddy bear in it and you had joked that it looked just like Jahan. However, he was not joking when he told you he'd catch it for you no matter what. 15 minutes and 20 bucks later, he still didn't win anything. "Just one more try..." he murmured angrily, after which he failed again. Suddenly he grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him, into a toy store. He took you to the stuffed animals and looked at the different teddy bears. "Which one do you want? I'll buy it for you."

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[iamlittlelostsoul]

First Love

Hello my lovelies~!! It's 4am here and I can't sleep yet I'm feeling a lil romantic today (cries in single) no angst (wohooo!) and a lil bonus of some smut<3

Malleus is such a bbg CHANGE MY MIND I DARE YOU<3

first time writing smut so hope you all liked it ≧◉◡◉≦

Summary: Falling for her was the happiest I've ever been. Stay by me hold me tight and kiss me.

warning/s: NSFW. smut.

MalleYuu || Malleus x OC(Yurika)

if you're curious of my oc here's her profile! -> Yuri

(and if you'd like you can listen to this while reading it <3)

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Malleus pov

It was a hot summer evening when we first met.

By the garden at the abandoned dorm called Ramshackle a place that is almost in ruins but still has its lovely charms.

It was where I spend my evening or midnight strolls because of the quiet and perfect atmosphere.

Never did I expect that this place that looks almost like some ancient ruins have 2 inhabitants, If I'd not missed the opening ceremony maybe I might have known?

So like I was saying I was on my stroll when a cat or raccoon (?) looking monster kicks open the door and started throwing a tantrum like a small human child about how is he not getting any cans of tuna when he is such a great and mighty creature soon to be a great mage.

A girl with short, silvery purplish curls came following the monster, grabbed her shoe, and threw it at the little thing before it could even think of running and escaping her wrath.

It was quite a sight I couldn't help but snort.

She halts scolding the little monster and stares up at me.

It was quite weird I felt my chest tighten and my heart skip a beat as her curious dark gray eyes bore at mine.

I could clearly remember how our first conversation went that time.

"Oh-..hey! Sorry you had to see this." she says as she bows politely.

"it's no problem child of man" I said as I take a few steps towards them.

The talking cat monster took this chance to flee which the girl responded to with a groan of frustration.

"I'm Yurika. Yurika Evermore by the way! Call me Yuri" she says as she switches back her attention to me with a smile. It picked my curiosity that she doesn't seem to fear me does she perhaps not know me? I thought that time.

Which turned out to be correct as she waited for me to introduce that time.

Not wanting her attitude to change once finding out who I really am I told her to call me whatever she wanted.

It's better later that she finds out who I am.

She has a very charming personality I thought as I left her that night and lay on my bed fully awake a smile graces on my lips which I only found out when Lilia pointed it out as I came back though I gave him no details on why perhaps I am smiling.

It was not long till we met again. And she was as bubbly as our first meeting, although she does have a slightly sarcastic and sassy attitude it's no surprise she managed to befriend so many such as myself.

Every time we met my heart always skips a beat and would sometimes pound loudly.

Even when she finally discovers who I am she still treats me like she does to her friends and still calls me "Tsunotaro" which somehow eased my heart I got a little too fond of her calling me Tsunotaro.

She taught me so many things and somehow managed to help me get a little closer to the other students.

'I like her.' I thought. 'I really like her very much.' I thought once again as I stroll Ramshackle's garden in the middle of the night. The place is slowly becoming more homey and lively as flowers bloomed along the patches and of course, the garden while to dorm is slowly getting redecorated using the allowance she gets from the headmaster, it was quite a surprise she managed to bargain for an allowance knowing how stubborn the crow man was.

We gradually grew closer and closer. And I was never not thankful for my lucky star for sending this girl to NRC and allowing her to meet me. And become my first friend....or maybe something else?...

Gradually my thought gets almost filled up with her. How is she doing today? Has she eaten already? Is Grim giving her problems? Is she having a hard time with classes? plenty of questions fill up my head the temptation to check on her every time and day is quite a struggle to resist.

And somehow Lilia has me all figured out telling me I fell in love.

'Love. So this is love?' I thought. 'I like it'

If there would be anyone strong and capable enough to steal my heart I knew it definitely is her.

Although I was a little anxious though...does she likes me back? or will I get friend-zoned like Shroud's depiction of an anime he watched.

I was fearful so I got as much bits of advice from Lilia on how to court a human.

And I start with gifts. I send her jewelry, dresses, and fabrics she could use for her hobby. I'm not sure how much I should give to make her content so I gave her as much as I could which is a huge pile that reaches up to the door.

That should suffice right?

I followed it up with quality time. There's nothing best but spending time with the person you love. Watching movies, evening/midnight strolls, studying, and many more. And she seemed quite pleased with my presence in her life.

He also tries to ward off any possible rivals not like they're strong enough to even rival him nor would they even dare or maybe a certain lion beast man might? Although he did try his best not to push them off too much and upset her.

He did everything he could to court her he's not sure though if he's succeeding or not...but seeing as she never reacted badly maybe he is succeeding...

So putting up a brave and confident face as I went to visit her for their usual hangouts.

I enters her dorm and I'm so proud of her seeing the dorm looking more livable and home-like.

We went on with our usual routine chatting about what went on our day, watching movies, and such...till I decided to spill the beans.

"Child of man" I whisper as we watch a musical show she loves so much that she claims exists in her world.

"Yeah?" she says as she turns her attention from the screen to me.

"I...would like to tell you something" I confess I could feel my cheeks heat up and my heart pound loudly.

"go on" she says as she stares up at him curiously

"I...love you." I said.

So many emotions passes through her face as her mouth hangs open and she stares at me in disbelief. "O-oh...really?? Like really?? romantically?" she says sounding a bit too eager and excited.

Which made my heart soar and I felt the butterfly in my stomach flutter around at her words. "Yes...yes I do. I love you, Yuri." I whisper directly on her ear.

She shudders in response as her mouth kept hanging open until she spoke "yes! I love you too" she says jumping in my arms as we tumble and fell on the couch with her on top and we both stare at each other for a moment before laughing in unison.

I've never been so happy in my whole life. Neither could I then imagine a world without her after meeting her I think the world would feel all monochrome and blue.

Cause she's my world now. And I revolve around her like a planet to the sun.

I wrap my arms securely around her waist as I asked permission to kiss her.

She answers with a nod. And I made little effort to waste time as I press my lips on hers.

She answers my kiss with a kiss and we share it passionately on the living room couch thank seven Grim is sleeping over at Ace and Deuce's room.

I roll my hips on hers and she lets out a soft moan as she felt my arousal press on her womanhood.

I continue kissing her not wanting to let go we didn't even realize we were already standing and walking up to her room with her legs wrapped around my torso and I carry her while are tongues clash and dance into the passionate rhythm we share.

I press her on her bed as I pull back to catch our breath. Were both panting with our cheeks flushed and clothes a bit wrinkled and messed up but neither do we mind it as I pepper her neck with soft fluttery kisses before gently sucking and nipping leaving a hickey or two near her jaws.

I hastily began to remove our clothes a little too eager and impatient as I struggle to unbutton the last button of her blouse.

She laughs as she lends me a hand.

She looks so beautiful bare and naked for someone like I. I cup her breast and gave it a few squeezes. She writhes and moans as I gave her left nipple a small lick.

I circle my tongue around her already hard nipples before suckling on it she moans a little louder.

I repeat the same actions on her right sooner she's moaning my name. Oh how lovely it sounds coming out from her lips.

I spread her legs and gets in between her.

My hands slowly glide from her chest to her cunt, gently exploring the entrance before putting a finger inside.

Her eyes flutter close as she throws her head back and her body arches towards me. I continue thrusting and curling my finger in her cunt.

Once i'm sure she's comfortable enough I added another this time moving my fingers faster and pushing in a little deeper. Her walls clench and unclench on my fingers as I move and add another in.

Our hearts pound loudly and became one, our breathing ragged.

She writhes and moans loudly pleading for more and whispering sweet I love you's.

Pulling out my fingers I decided to take it a step up. Making sure she's comfortable in her position I pump my cock a few times and gently rub the tip by her entrance before slamming in.

I groan and she moans. Grabbing on her waist I thrust in while her arms hook around my neck and pull me in for a passionate kiss.

Eager for more I began fastening my pace and pushing in a little too deeper. She moaned loudly as we kiss tongue-to-tongue teeth-to-teeth. Her nails dug on my back it'll surely leave some marks and I'd gladly wear it with pride.

My cock twitched inside her and her walls pulsate and tightens.

A low rumble came out my throat feeling closing and I knew she does too I hasten my pace and thrust deeper occasionally grazing her prostate making her scream and beg.

I let out a groan as I did one final thrust deep inside of her before releasing his orgasm. She follows along after a few seconds passes by.

We're both pant chest rising and falling, eyes hazy with lust and love, Cheeks burning red with passion and adoration for the latter.

Her pussy is filled to the brim with his cock still inside and their adjoined cum some even leaking out of her entrance.

I lean down on her chest, face nuzzled on the crook of her neck as I pulls out. Cum oozes out of her cunt dripping along her thighs to the sheets

"I love you, my child of man" I whispered lovingly.

"I love you too, Tsunotaro" She whispers back.

[...end]

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[joannaliceevans-fanficblog]

Hello Sunshine: A Drabble

Alright, I needed something fluffy and heartwarming. And thus this was created.

This takes place before Lloyd's "death" and before he left for his mission.

**this is proofed, all mistakes are on me**

**

The scent of buttery, chocolate chip cookies lingered in the Hansen household and the scent of dinner being made. You 5 month old Daisy sat in her high chair munching on a soft baby cookie and your toddler, that just barely turned 2 stood next to you, helping you make the cookies.

Your husband, Lloyd was in his office doing some business with a client. You knew when the door is closed, you aren't not to bother him. Well if it's to eat something, then it's an exception. You gave him a text, but you didn't get an answer, so you didn't press on it.

And so you continued with making the cookies and making dinner for the girls, for yourself, and a plate for Lloyd later when he would come down.

Dinner was served, which consists of Chicken Nuggets, Mac and Cheese with Steamed Veggies for Lily, Mashed up Peas and Carrots for the baby girl, and Salad with a Minestrone Soup and some Buttery Sourdough Bread.

"Mama, wer Papa?" Lily asked, eating a piece of her nuggets. You took a sip of your water and looked at your daughter.

"Papa is busy sweetheart." You said, soothing out the curls in her face and tucked it behind her ear.

"But I'll tell you what, Papa isn't busy tomorrow, and he can take you to the zoo?" You added. Lily's eyes widened with joy and you pinched her cheeks.

Then Daisy banged her hands on her tray and you turned to her attention. A smile and full blown giggle came out of her.

"Oh Daisy boo, you're just like your father."

**

Midnight came and Lloyd finally came out of his office. The lights in the house were off, meaning he missed another night. Sighing, Lloyd headed up stairs and to the bedroom. The minute he walked in, you were already asleep. But before he could even get ready for bed, a cry from the monitor came to life.

Normally, you were up in a heartbeat. But you didn't stir awake. The crying got louder and soon after Lily was awake too. Lloyd walked out of the room, to see Lily walking towards their bedroom. Lloyd tuned on he hall lights and he bent down to her level.

"What's wrong Peanut?" Lloyd asked. Lily wiped her eyes and tried to speak. But all that came out was hiccups.

"No good." Lily said, holding onto her beloved Panda Mr. Twinkie.

"No good dream Peanut?" Lloyd asked and she nodded. Lloyd sighed and scooped her up into his arms. Then he walked over to Daisy's room and turned on the lights. She stood on her feet, crying.

Lloyd placed Lily down and she clung onto his leg. Then he went to pick Daisy up and placed her onto his hip. Wiping away her little tears, she then placed her head down onto his shoulders. Lily then reached for her Papa's hand and they all headed down the stairs.

Lloyd then turned on the lights to the kitchen and he placed his baby girl down into her high chair. Then picking up Lily and placed her down into the counter.

"I make oookies." Lily said, as Lloyd went to the fridge to get some milk.

"Oh you did, with Mama?" Lloyd asked, as he took one sippy cup and a bottle from the cabinet. Lily nodded her head with pride and sent Lloyd into roaring laughter.

As he gave Lily her milk and he held the bottle for Daisy, he saw the cookie jar full of freshly baked cookies and he made a mental note of to get some before bed and after he has his dinner.

"Papa, mama zoo?" Lily asked. Lloyd looked at his daughed and smiles.

"Zoo? Okay, anything Lily wants to, Papa will make it happen okay?"

**

Meanwhile, behind the kitchen walls, you stood there listening to the conversation, between Lloyd and his baby girl. Along with loud giggles from Daisy.

You felt your heart warmed with happiness, seeing your ruthless husband become soft.

To the world, Lloyd is a impatient, asshole that cannot hold in his anger to the point or killing someone.

But to you, and to the ones that know him, Lloyd Hansen will do anything for his kids, even for the one that holds his icey cold heart.

[ghostlygeto]

okay last one for now, because I don't want to overwhelm you or anything.

"you deserve better than me" from the angst prompts with keishin, preferably with a fluff ending if possible though, please? <3

okay so i KNOW it says preferably a fluff ending, but you said it was okay if i posted this anyway and i’ve been sitting on it for ages so i am going to. i promise i will give you the most teeth rotting fluff for ukai if you want it next, just to make up for this lol

pairing: ukai keishin x reader

warnings: angst, breakup, hurt/no comfort, just sad shit but <3 part 2 here

wc: 650

“You deserve better than me.”

Ukai hated having to pick between practicing longer and coming home to you. Because even though you were the most important thing in his life, he felt it easier to let down one person than to let down twelve. And of course for awhile you understood, you'd get most of the day together anyway. Hanging out in the store during your shifts during the day, sleeping next to each other at night. 

But it got old fast, Ukai coming home well past midnight because he had been at a late practice with the boys and then discussing tactics over drinks with Takeda. Even in the time you did have together before he left for practice, it felt like you never spoke. He was busy talking to Takeda over the phone or watching old games and practice matches or coming up with new formations. It didn't matter if you'd try to talk to him, he would just hum in response or give a simple "yeah". You knew he wasn't listening.

You weren't sure when the thought came to mind. But when he had stood you up after promising to be home for dinner, you knew what you had to do. It was 8pm on a Friday, and you knew at this rate he'd be there for another two hours. But you needed to get this out now. You needed to go to the gym and tell him everything.

It was a short walk to the gym, but a cold one. You regretted not changing into pants before leaving your shared home, but you were sure that if you had given yourself anymore time to think you may have talked yourself out of it. So there you were, outside the school's gym door in shorts and one of his hoodies that was far too big on you.

"Keishin," You called out, taking everyone in the gym by surprise. It seemed like everyone stopped what they were doing when they saw you. And you say his face drop, "Can you come out here please? I want to talk to you."

All he did was nod, telling the boys to go back to doing whatever it was moments prior before joining you outside and closing the door behind him. "y/n, I'm so sorry. It completely slipped my mind, I promise I will make it up to you tomorrow."

"I don't think you'll have to do that," You took a deep breath in, "I can't do this anymore, Keishin. You've been so absorbed into volleyball lately that you've barely spoken to me. You promised you'd be home tonight but you're still here. As always."

It didn't feel real, not for one second. You hadn't said it yet, but you didn't need to. He knew where you were going with this. "I love you, y/n. Please don't do this now. You deserve better than me, I know you do. But I can fix this. Give me a chance."

"I love you, I do. More than anything I've ever loved before. But I can't handle being in a relationship with someone who is never there anymore," You finally let the tears fall from your eyes, "I'm going to my friend's house tonight. I'll be by tomorrow and Sunday to get my things. Goodbye, Ukai."

The use of his last name was the final nail in the coffin. He felt his legs start to give out underneath him as you walked away. He couldn't fight it. He knew he had been doing wrong by you lately, but didn't realize it had gotten so bad. He figured he could make it up to you as soon as they have gotten past the game they were prepping so hard for.

As it turns out, when it comes down to it, letting down one person hurts much, much worse than letting down twelve.

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[cherrycola27]

Nevermore

Paring: Rooster x OC Commader Skylar "Raven" Blackwood

Warnings: Language, drinking, Mentions of violence, Allusions to Smut. Minors DNI 18+

Part 2: Once upon a midnight dreary

A sickly silence fell upon the room after Raven had finished introducing herself. She scanned her eyes across the group and found Rooster's face. His expression was stonewall and stalwart, but she could just catch the glimpse of angst in his eyes. He was hurt, angry, betrayed.

"Well" Maverick cleared his throat breaking the silence. "If there is nothing else to say, you are dismissed. I want everyone on the tarmac ready to go in 30." He stated the 12 aviators quietly gathered their belongings and left their seats to head to the locker rooms. Maverick and Raven stayed behind.

"Well, that could have gone better." Raven finally said. "Rooster definitely hates me now."

"Why is that Commander?" Pete asked her, having no idea of their relationship.

"Bradley and I went to flight school together... and we dated. After graduation orders took us to different parts of the world. Last night I ran into him at the Hard Deck as well as the other members of you squadron, and well, I lied to them about who I was and why I was here." Raven confessed.

"I see." Maverick countered. "Well, if it makes you feel any better Raven, a few months ago he hated me too, but we are better now. If there is one thing I know about Rooster is that no matter how upset he is with anyone, deep down, he wants to forgive them.

"Hopefully you're right Commodore Mitchell." She nodded her head. "Please, call me Maverick, Mav, or even Pete... Commodore is just... to formal." He told her.

"Yes Sir, well, shall go fly?" She asked turning to leave.

Maverick stood there a moment more as he watched her walk away. Raven had the same air about her that Charlie did back when Maverick had first met her. Professional, no nonsense, poised. She was disciplined and unwavering... everything he wasn't.

"Greetings Avaitors, this is your Commader speaking. Commodore Mitchell briefed me about your flying abilities and your dogfighting skills. I have to say I am impressed, but there is still a lot for everyone to learn. This mission requires more active combat and dogfighting than most of you have seen, so, working in teams you are going to try and shoot me down." Raven told everyone through the coms system.

"Commader." Payback spoke up "Yes Payback?" She asked. "Last time we were in this situation we had a little bet with Maverick... first to get shot down does 200 push-ups... care to wager that?" He asked with a chuckle.

"Make it 250 and you're on." Raven replied without missing a beat. "Deal" Fanboy answered for the group while everyone else let out a collective groan.

"Okay then, Finch, Garcia, time to put your money where your mouth is." Raven challenged them before engaging the pair who were flanked by Coyote.

Maverick stayed on the tarmac listening and watching where he came to a harsh realization.

Skylar may have acted like Charlie on the ground, but she flew like him. She was precise, agile, and daring. He watched as one by one she shot down the teams, never wavering. She acted and reacted, not thinking, just doing, she was in total control of herself... almost emotionless.

He listened in as she provided feedback to all of the pilots:

"You're too slow"

"Level out your wings, too loose on the turn"

"Trust your wingman, they are there for a reason"

"Reaction time is everything"

"Listen to your WSO, it's their job to know what's the radar"

"Communicate people or you are dead!"

Soon the last pair was about to go up in the air against her... Rooster and Hangman. Everyone else had been shot down and were sore from push-ups as they waited in the briefing room licking their wounds.

"Alright Rooster, you read to do this?" Hangman asked as they cruised. "Keep your head level don't let your feelings get in the way man." Jake reminded him.

"Yeah Bagman I know, control myself" Rooster huffed out. He couldn't hide the distain in his voice. He was clearly upset with Raven for lying to him. The girl he knew back in flight school never would have, which he never would have thought Skylar, his Skylar would be the pilot she is today.

"Alright Raven where are you?" Rooster called out.

"Right here Roosie? Did you miss me?" She asked dropping down from above them and turning inverted.

"Geez Raven, that's a very Maverick move right there... any relation?" Hangman joked. Maverick winced at the the comment.

"No sir Hangman, but then again I never knew who my father was, maybe we can talk about my daddy issues while you do your push-ups" Raven shot back.

Pete's eyes went wide at her comment. She didn't know her father. Charlie never told her who he was, which meant she didn't know that there was a very his chance that she was Maverick's daughter.

"Did I just strike a never there Rave?" Hangman taunted her.

"No Bagman you didn't, I'm fully aware of my daddy issues thank you very much. Only think I know is my mother told me was that he was a Top Gun pilot... apparently really good but a big ego, I decided to become better than him." Raven seethed back, the first hit of emotion coming through her voice.

"Well let's see how good you are then sweets... Rooster, do some of that pilot shit" Hangman called out as Rooster spun around out from under Raven in an attempt to throw her off and get missle lock.

"Really? Positioning for a cobra maneuver? That's child's play boys." Raven said before taking a deep dive and then immediately pulling up shooting in between them. Hangman and Rooster broke off in opposite direction, exactly what Raven wanted to happen.

She went after Hangman first Rooster used that to his advantage to come after her.

"Come on Rooster drop down off the perch!" Hangman angerly called out as Rooster went back to his old ways of over thinking.

"Yeah Rooster, take the shot" Raven taunted him.

But he was too late, Raven climbed quickly and by the time Rooster dropped down he accidentally locked in on Hangman while Raven spun behind him and took him out.

When all the jets were back on the ground Hangman jumped out of his plane angry. "What the fuck was that man!" He yelled at Rooster slamming his helmet down.

"I don't know I.... I just over thought it! Rooster defended throwing his hands up.

"And that's why you're both dead. You thought. You can't think up there. You have to do. You think up there and are as good as dead." Raven stated to them before walking away.

"Damn she sounds just like Mav. Even walks like him and flys like him too." Hangman stated. "Wouldn't it be something if she was Mitchell's kid" Jake laughed.

"I think Mav would have told me he had a kid." Rooster stated back. "Not if he didn't know. She said she didn't know her dad... what if her mom never told him either. She said her mom used to work for Top Gun, and she was born in '87 what year did Mav and your dad go through... '86?" Jake continued.

"It's not possible... Maverick may have been stupid probably still is, but I don't think he would have been dumb enough to sleep with an instructor." Rooster hesitated.

"He was stupid enough to bang an admiral's daughter... more than once, you really think an instructor was off limits?" Jake's asked before heading in to the locker rooms.

Rooster stood there on the tarmac, gears spinning on his head.

He thought back to flight school. He had met Charlie when she came once for family day. She gushed about his parents and how she couldn't believe little Bradley who sat on piano tops and wore cowboy hats had grown up.

She spoke fondly of his mother when she had come out to visit his father during his time at Top Gun and how much his death had hurt her.

However he didn't notice it then, but now he recalls how she became visibly uncomfortable when he spoke about Maverick, to the point of where she changed the topic completely... almost as if she didn't want Skylar to know about him.

Now he knew why. "Mav, you sly son of a bitch" Rooster muttered before taking off to find his God father.

He saw Maverick walking in the halls towards his office.

"Maverick, Mav....Pete... Commodore Mitchell!" He called out finally getting him to stop.

"Yes Lieutenant Comander Bradshaw, is there something I can do for you?" Maverick asked with an irritated tone.

"I need to speak to you... privately" Rooster whispered. Maverick wordlessly opened the door to his office and the men stepped in.

"Listen Bradley, Commader Blackwood already informed me of your... history... I don't care that you two slept together just as long as you keep it professional here and in the sky. Can't have you two getting killed on my watch." Pete told him.

"You mean keep it professional just like you did with her mother?" Rooster challenged. "Excuse me?" Maverick whipped around from his place at the window.

"You and her mother were a couple back in '86 weren't you?" Rooster asked. "You know I met Charlie back in flight school when she came for family day. She talked about my parents and how she had met me when I was younger. And I wondered how she would have, but then I remembered something mom told me when I was about 15 and wondered why you had never settled down. She said back years ago the only woman she had ever seen you truly love broke your heart when you were in Top Gun. That was Charlotte Blackwood wasn't it?" Rooster continued.

"What are you getting at Rooster? Yes, I made some questionable decisions when I was younger." Maverick sighed.

"I'm not done. Skylar said she didn't know who her father was, only that he was a pilot and was in the Top Gun program. She was born in 1987... you and Dad were in Top Gun in 1986, which was the last class her mother ever worked with." Rooster pointed out.

"So, she took another job and we lost contact. What's your point Bradley?" Maverick asked getting angry.

"So, flying with her today reminded me of someone else.... you! She flies like you, walks like you, talks like you, hell she even has the same eyes as you! She told me 'not to think' when I was flying.... sound familiar?" Rooster pressed.

"Lots of people say that Rooster, not just me." Maverick defended.

"Maybe, but the way she said it, her tone... it's... it's uncanny." Rooster said.

"You're trying to make a mountain out of a mole hill, looking for things that aren't there!" Pete raised his voice. "These are all just coincidences!"

"No they aren't! And you know it. Skylar Blackwood is your daughter isn't she?!" Rooster questioned him pointing his finger at him accusingly.

Maverick took a deep breath and leaned in his desk and lowered his head.

"Yes Rooster, I think she is." Pete finally sighed out.

Just then both men jerked their heads as they head a clipboard clatter to the floor and echo in the room.

Both of there eyes grew wide as a stunned Skylar 'Raven' Blackwood stood in the door of Maverick's office. She was frozen and there was no doubt that she had obviously heard the confession that had just left the senior pilot's mouth.

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[just-somehuman]

been 2 hours of crying since I found out and now I'm ready to address it

This is it, guys. This is actually happening.

Thanks for it all.

vent under the cut (+ some announcments about this blog)

I guess this means that I have no choice but to read that night book, read all those revivals, grind for all those card stories, and waste all the diamonds that I can. I told myself that I was going to take this game slow because I wanted to savour it, but apparently that's not happening. I'm still in shock, but... I hope they don't have a server shut down, rather just an update-close. Midnight Cinderella (CYBIRD game) did the update-close thing, which is far better in my opinion. Server shut down, like AFTERL!FE: The Sacred Kaleidoscope, would hurt even more than this.

Damn, it started raining. What a perfect way to match the mood.

I don't know how to describe this, but I feel "distant" in a way. The same way I felt towards ARR when I first started playing - this unawareness and uncertainty - is the same way I'm feeling now. I don't know what to do right now. I won't quit this game, that's for sure. But I don't know what my next step is from here.

For starters, just about every scenario came to mind when I tried determining why the devs decided to stop updating, some scenarios more bizarre than others. I won't continue to guess what may have happened despite my curiosity and confusion.

As for this blog, which started as an Obey Me blog, shifted to including Attack on Titan stuff as well, and then Ayakashi: Romance Reborn too...

I won't quit.

Not yet.

I may slow down on the ARR posts and shift my focus back onto OM (which is not shutting down any time soon), but I'm not disappearing. I might be less active though, but that's because of personal reasons which you guys don't need to worry about.

Also, a little side note, my health hasn't been looking too great as of late. I'm going for a blood test this week to see what's going on, so if I go on a mini-hiatus, please forgive me.

I still have so many ARR fanfictions to release that I am still writing, and I will post all of them once they're done. I'm going to pause on the requests for a while, though. I've got these big fanfics to focus on, then I'll go back to the small ones.

Thank you for listening to me pointlessly rant, please take the 😌 Yura:

See you soon !

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[luckydog251616]

You in my blurred memories

{Yes, I am back with another fic, this one being angst! Maybe I’ll make something happy in the future? As for now, enjoy this angst~ -Kaveh Also, Tw for vivid descriptions of d3ath, yelling, cursing (?), and swords}

It was seemingly another day of Kaveh not being home. Alhaitham thought nothing of it, not expecting anything strange of it or weird. He was almost never home, it became a nightly occurrence. He would wake up, they would eat breakfast together (and he would listen to his “annoying” rants that he may or may not secretly enjoy), and kiss Alhaitham goodbye, and exit the house. He usually would be back by midnight, only to repeat the process once more. A cycle the both of them grew accustomed to. Sure it was strange, but it was uniquely theirs.

Tonight was different. It was soon midnight, and no sign of Kaveh. He decided to wait longer. 1 am. 2 am. No sign of him yet. Alhaitham grabbed the keys to the house and left. He thought of one place he would be, the tavern. Maybe he’s drunk. He thought. Maybe he had too much to drink and passed out… the thought of him being in such state worried him. It wasn’t until he rounded the corner where he saw a sight he wished to unsee.

“Al…hai…tham” A familiar voice croaked. Blood on the streets, a sword to his stomach. No…no, this is just some nightmare, right? “Kaveh!” Alhaitham cried out. The once stoic mask he wore broke. He dashed to Kaveh’s side. “Who did this to you?!” He asked, his question being answered with shadows.

“YOU BASTARDS” Alhaitham yelled. He saw red, sword now in his hands. “YOU FUCKERS WILL PAY FOR THIS!” He yelled while fighting off the ones who stabbed Kaveh. Bodies now on the floor, Alhaitham’s sword stained with their blood. His attention turned to Kaveh, who seemed to be trying to hang on. “Wait here, I’ll get hel-“ “No, it’s too late” Kaveh interrupted. “Don’t say that Kaveh, it’s not too late! You can be-“ “No. I can’t be saved this time, Alhiatham.” Alhaitham was silenced for a moment before saying “You…you can’t leave me too…Kaveh plea-“ “Do me a favor. Forget me” Kaveh says, before coughing, blood now covering his sleeve. “Kaveh…” Alhaitham says, stunned.

Footsteps were heard approaching. Kaveh took out the sword from his stomach, going to the group of people out for him. “Kaveh, what are you-“ He then froze. There’s no way…Kaveh had a look of determination mixed with a grimace of pain. “If I’m gonna die, I’m dying a hero” Kaveh says with determination. He had no idea what came over him. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, or perhaps the drinks he had that night. His vision glowing a bright hue as he fought, Ahaitham watching stunned. “Kaveh…you…you idiot…” He mumbles, watching Kaveh fight off the perpetrators. He knew it was over once he took the sword out. It was like he was signing off his chances of survival.

”Are you proud of me, Haitham?” Kaveh asks, a smile on his face. He looked so proud, having fought them off. He then collapsed, Alhaitham rushing to him, holding his body. His pulse is weak…

Kaveh is dying in my arms he thought, words being hard to make in this situation. Time was running out, and he felt so helpless, his only love now slowly fading out of existence. “Ka-“ “I know…Alhaitham?” Kaveh says, looking directly at Alhaitham’s eyes. “Yes, Kaveh?” Alhaitham answers, his eyes watery, body now shaking, trying his best to keep himself together. Kaveh then spoke his last words “Your eyes…are so…beautiful…the most gorgeous work of art I’ve seen…” And with a smile, he closed his eyes, never to wake up again.

“Kaveh? Please….don’t leave me alone…”

#kavehtham #angst no comfort #angst fic #no happy ending #rip #sorry guys #oh well #kaveh 🐾