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xxlost-cityxx · 3 years

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ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS

Ship/Characters: Top!Kirishima Eijirou, Bottom!Bakugou Katsuki

TW/CW: camming(Bakugou's a camboy), rough anal sex, anal fingering, choking, spanking, begging, crying, overstimulation, praising, degrading, enthusiastic consent

Summary: Bakugou's famous for being in the top 3 best doms for a camboy porn site, but as he tries to out rank an up and rising couple, his fans get to see the moment he realises he's a submissive bottom

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Katsuk has been a camboy for a little over 2 years now, starting right off the bat once he graduated high school. As he was 18 and living on his own and with a low paying job, he quickly realized he needed another source of income to live even slightly comfortably in today's world. Then came a random ad that just so happened to catch his eye, a porn site catching a lot of popularity, a few cam stars seeming to live a life of luxury from simply filming themselves for anyone to see.

Katsuki had to try it out.

He's had his fair share of horny old men groping him out in public, so why not get paid for them to watch him instead?

That plan was one of his best ideas yet. He rose to fame so quickly he choked on water after posting his 4th video ever, seeing that his rough, aggressive attitude turned a lot of people on. A lot meant 14,000 at the time. A month into camming and he was making over 54,000 yen a week! And now, with nearly 500,000 perverts at his mercy, it was much more. He started live streaming last year, and it went amazing. Until a new couple joined the camming business. Suddenly 'loving boyfriend rails his curvy brown haired slut' was all anyone wanted to see. This broccoli headed bitch stole half the damn site from almost every other cammer out there!

So there was only one thing Katsuki could do now.

He had to fuck someone on one of his streams.

He blew up the first time he fucked a flesh light, degrading the inanimate object like no tomorrow, easily being labeled one of the best doms out there. So the only way to get back on top was to dom a real person.

But he wasn't going to fuck one of his weird ass fans, god no. He needed to find someone close to him who would keep their mouth shut.

After brainstorming and browsing the most popular porn categories, he got an idea. The best way to narrow down his options for what type of person he'd need is by his audience. He quickly went to his profile insights, his eyes narrowing as over 60% were females. He quickly smirked, easily going back to the most popular categories and filtering out what he didn't want to do and what his audience wouldn't be into. And the one that came out ontop, was gay shit. Katsuki was going to dom a guy. And if it meant coming out on top over all the useless cammers, he'd fuck the shit out of a twink.

"Sorry man, I would've considered it back when we first graduated, but Hitoshi and Kyo would rather stab you than let me take your dick up my ass." Denki said, casually sighing and taking a sip of his coffee. The elders around the coffee shop gasped, giving nasty side eyes which Katsuki couldn't care less about. "What!?" He nearly shouted, Sero and Mina covering their mouths to prevent any laughter from coming out to the point their faces were turning red.

"Why not ask Sero-" "-Oh hell no! I'm not letting Katsudon fuck me on camera!" Sero shouted, ignoring Bakugou's glare from calling him Katsudon.

"You really need to fuck a guy for this? Why not stick to your usual content? No.2 is better than much else, right?" "Hell no! I'm the best and I'm going to prove I'm the fuckin' best! Denki's the only twink I know, so help me find another!" Katsuki yelled, a few families being rushed out of the shop.

After going through everyone that fit Bakugou's qualifications. They had nothing. Bakugou was ready to tear someone's head off at this point. After doing so much research, he didn't have the final piece.

"Hey Mina, you're a chick. What do you suggest 'suki do?" Denki sighed, folding in on himself. "I mean, we do love our gay shit man." He said in an inhale. "But why not get fucked instead? We know way more doms than we do twinks." She said, tilting her head. "Oh- Hell no!" Bakugou shouted, Sero wincing. "I'm the best fuckin' dom on this shitting porno site and I'm going to prove it!" "Sounds like a bratty bottom to me." Sero mumbled.

After more shouting and arguing. Kirishima finally arrived. "Sorry, my last client had a lot of knots in their back and thighs! Took a lot longer than I expected." He said with his happy smile, still wearing his scrubs and smelling like coconut oil. "Eiji~! Gimme a deep tissue massage!" Denki whined, rushing over and jumping face first into the bed. "He just gave massages all day dude, give him a break.." Sero mumbled, shaking his head.

And it was like a light bulb. His brain flashing to massage porn intro's being in the top 100 categories. "Kirishim!" Bakugou shouted firmly, standing up straight. Kiri froze, slowly turning to look at him with fearful eyes. "Y-Yes…?" "Let me fuck you for my cam stream." And it went dead silent.

And that's how they're here. Setting up the ring lights, almond oil on the shelves and a small white towel for Bakugou to cover his ass with. The plan was that Eijirou would get handsy during the massage and Katsuki would turn around and start domming him. Kirishima is bigger than Bakugou in the height and muscle department, but that was only going to make the plot better. Eijrou definitely wasn't telling him something. After hesitating to agree in the first place, and only after Bakugou promised a share of the money, Kirishima was just so...unnatural at this situation, his movements starting off as more dominating until he took it down to a submissive level.

Katsuki started the live, giving his quickly joining fans a cocky smirk before standing up, walking back and laying down on the black table.

The comments were filled with surprise and questions as to who the red haired hulk was beside the table, but they went unanswered.

Kirishima grabbed the bottle of almond oil, pouring some into his hands and quickly starting on Katsuki's thighs, gently rubbing into the muscles with experienced ease.

Bakugou's eyes widened at the feeling, his core already getting hot with desire. And as Kirishima's fingers went under the towel to his inner thighs, he fought a gasp. Comments filled with perverted comments telling the redhead to get more handsy and to give the blond a hand job with all the oil.

But as Eijirou put a knee on the table and nearly climbed over Katsuki to perfectly get his back, Katsuki started panting at the feeling. It wasn't the massage that was getting him. It was the feeling of Eijirou's crotch rubbing against the thin towel, his cock slightly hard underneath his black scrubs.

As it was about time for the script to move onto Katsuki domming Kirishima, Bakugou was stifling whimpers of shock and embarrassment. His cock aching for him to fuck Kirishima…..actually. His body was aching to be fucked by Kirishima.

As Katsuki was turned around, His eyes were teary, his fans taking quick, shocked notice and flooding the comments with surprise, degrading, perverted insults about how he looked like a twink instead.

Kirishima's eyes slightly widened at the sight, and as Bakugou swallowed his embarrassment and shock, he focused on his arousal and his own perverse desires. "F-Fuck me….instead.." He whispered, his eyes slightly squinting and blurring with tears.

Before he knew it, Eijirou was leaning over top of him with a slick hand around his neck. Bakugou couldn't help but moan at the pressure, his stream struggling to keep up with the influx of viewers and comments about the top 3 best doms getting put in his place by a rando.

Bakugou's mind wasn't on the donations anymore, not on the follower count or his ranking at this point. He was gasping for air as Kirishima roughly kissed and bit at his body, keeping an iron grip on Katsuki's neck. "Oh fuck yes- Was hoping to god I would be able to fuck your tight ass one day-!" Kirishima breathed against his skin, licking up his nipple to his jaw and nipping at him.

He suddenly ripped himself off the blonde, walking over to the camera and grabbing it, making a winky face at the viewers as he moved the camera to get a better view of Bakugou teary eyed, flushed and a line of red, darkening hickies and bites.

He got back on the table, roughly gripping Katsuki's thighs and harshly pushing them apart, an action that would probably make some other guy pull a muscle. He wrapped his arms around his spread thighs, pulling his hips up to meet his crotch, the pale skin against his dark black scrubs finally letting Bakugou and the viewers know what the newbie was packing, and it was a lot.

"H-Holy fuck-" Bakugou whispered out as his towel was ripped off of him, oil being grabbed off the table and the cap popped open. Kirishima paused, looking up to Bakugou, a silent plea for last minute permission. Katsuki's red eyes met crimson, and he swiftly nodded his head, accidentally earning more donations from the show of submission.

Eijirou lathered his fingers in oil, tracing the blond's pink hole carefully, giving the camera another adjustment so the viewers could see his perfect view as well; a red faced, teary eyed dom with his tight ass being slicked up so nicely.

The oil made Katsuki's muscle relax easily, becoming soft under the thick tanned finger, and as he swiftly plunged in the singular finger, Katsuki gasped with shock, his eyes going wide at the foregin feeling.

Kirishima slowly pumped his finger, adding slightly more oil every time his muscle got a bit too tight, slipping in more fingers every time his rim was soft. It felt like such a short amount of time between preparing to dom his best friend to being finger fucked by him. Eijirou's forearm had veins slightly protruding as he slammed his fingers into his friend at a pace that made vibrators look pathetic. Katsuki's pretty little back was arched so nicely, his muscles flexing and his toes curling, tears falling from his eyes as moan after moan was ripped from him.

"P-Please! I can't! I can't take it anymore!" He finally sobbed, shaking his head at the man's brutal pace, purposely avoiding his prostate after hitting it every couple times.

Kirishima smirked, slowly sliding his fingers out only to slide his thumbs inside, stretching the soft muscle as he pleased, showing off the blond's perfectly hot pink insides, his swollen rim slick and twitching. "So nice and pretty for me, hm? You wanna take my fat cock for the first time? Expose how much of a slut you are for cock? For my cock?" Kirishima said seductively, moving the camera again.

Katsuki nodded his head rapidly, his eyes glued to the hard to see bulge under his black scrubs. "Use your words, baby." Eijirou said firmly, palming himself. "Y-Yes- I want it-! I w-want your fat cock-!" He said, face flushing with embarrassment again. "Good boy~" He cooed, finally grabbing the hem of his pants and pulling them down.

It was almost like he struggled to pull the front down far enough, his cock just kept following, and once it finally got over his tip, his penis sprung up to lightly slap against his stomach before it weighed itself down. The camera got Bakugou's surprise and shock perfectly, the comments finally going quiet, almost as if everyone had to take in what they were seeing as well.

Kirishima grabbed the base of his cock, lifting it and letting it slap against Bakugou's hole, earning a slightly muffled whimper from the blond. He gently moved his hips, letting his cock slide smoothly against his hole, his tip teasing the smaller's balls. The comments were filled with encouragement and orders to get on with it.

Kirishima chuckled darkly, letting his tip catch on the rim, slowly pushing in. Bakugou's eyebrows furrowed before his mouth dropped and eyes widened with the pressure. He let out a guttural moan, his legs starting to shake.

As Eijirou bottomed out with a groan, Katsuki was shaking and whimpering, his own well endowed cock red and dripping precome.

The redhead pulled out before slamming back in, the blond shooting up with shock only to be met with a hand on his neck again, pinning him down as the Kirishima harshly forced his way between Bakugou's legs even more, only giving the blond a couple seconds to adjust before he started snapping his hips into the smaller man's ass. Bakugou took in one breath of air before lewd moans poured from him, his voice cracking every time his skin was slapped with another brutal thrust.

"Agh- P-Please-!" Katsuki nearly screamed out, Eijirou grabbing the back of his knees and pressing them back to meet his shoulders, effectively putting him in a mating press. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you fucking want!" Eijirou growled out, groaning as Katsuki's tight, slicked up boy cunt tried to milk him, pulsing and sucking him in with every movement. "I-I want it harder! Please- Please fuck me harder! Give me more!" Bakugou nearly sobbed, looking at where their bodies were connected with teary wide eyes. "Such a fuckin' slut-! Making all these people think you were a fucking dom, only to start begging for the first fat cock you see! Want it harder? Wanna feel my fat dick in you for days?" He growled, eagerly moving to grab Katsuki's ankles and awkwardly spreading them over Katsuki's head before turning him, ripping his cock out of his pillowy ass and nearly picking the blond up by his ass, grabbing the nape of his neck and forcing him on his knees with his head down.

He slammed back in, the blond nearly screaming once again as he set another brutal pace. "Y-Yes! Please, god yes! Fuck me more! Don't stop!" Katsuki sobbed, drool and tears staining his lewd face. "Wouldn't fucking dream of it! You love having your little boy cunt fucked, huh? Love how I fucking ruin you on this dick?" Kirishima growled, slapping a hand down on his fat ass, groaning loudly at the sight of all the excess muscle and fat jiggle even more.

Katsuki's ass slapped against Eijirou's abs every time he slammed into the boy, his back muscles looking so pretty at this angle.

"Oh shit- I'm gonna cum! Please make me cum! Don't fucking stop~!" Bakugou moaned, arching his back and lifting his ass up higher so Eijirou could hit his prostate at the best angle. "Haven't even touched your cock and you're gonna cum? Fucking do it! Cum on this cock, make it yours and I'll fuck you every day!" Kirishima promised, sharpening his thrusts to where all Bakugou could do is claw at the padded table and scream, staring into the camera as his orgasm was building higher and higher.

"I- Fuck! I'm fucking cummin'!" Bakugou screamed, his body shaking under Kirishima as his thrusts went unbroken, hurtling Katsuki into overstimulation. He started screaming for relief, but as Kirishima planted his hands into the curvature of Bakugou's spine, he started thrusting purely for his own relief. Groaning and growling above a sobbing Katsuki. "S-Stop! I can't! Slow down~ Please!" Katsuki begged, his cock trying to harden again. His body was on fire, every nerve fried with pleasure he'd never experienced, and Katsuki knew he was addicted.

"Almost fuckin' there! Gonna cum in your ass- Claim you, make you mine!" Eijirou groaned out, his balls drawing up tight as his own climax ripped through him, filling up the man's stomach with his cum.

He slowly pulled out, Katsuki in the same position even after Eijirou let go of him. He grabbed the camera, pointing it at Bakugou's gaping and cum filled hole, watching how he pulsed against nothing, forcing the cum to leak out of him despite his angle.

Not only did Katsuki make absolute bank while taking monster cock like a slut, he took the No.1 spot by over a thousand followers and ratings.

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kkodzvken · 3 years

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right here - dabi x f. reader

“it’s happening again but i don’t give a fuck about your friends i’m right here, here. baby take a look around i’m the only one who hasn’t walked out i’m right here, here.” - chase atlantic, “right here”

touya-nii wants his baby sister all to himself. smut + angst, DARK CONTENT, 18+ MDNI

wc: 5k

warnings: stepcest (reader’s mom and rei are together, and reader calls him nii-san/touya-nii), emotional manipulation + toxic relationship, drug use, mentions of violence + murder, dumbification, infantilization (reader’s a crybaby lol), degradation, unprotected sex w no prep

a/n: the lovely @inkykeiji ‘s touya-nii series is my absolute favorite fanwork i’ve ever read, and it inspired me to write this!! thank u so so much clari for letting me post this and for creating such a beautiful world with your words </3

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?”

His words startle you, and you jump with a little yelp, dropping your bag onto the ground in surprise. It lands with a loud thump against the shiny hardwood floor, the sound making you flinch again.

He wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Your nii-san was almost never there when you got home from school. He was rarely home before the late hours of the night, well past midnight, when he’d slip into your room without your mother or Rei noticing. Which is why you’d allowed yourself to cry as you walked into the house, why you didn’t bother to wipe away the spidery mascara tears dripping down your face or swipe the snot off your nose. Your stomach coils uncomfortably at the thought of your nii-san seeing you like this, and you duck your head down, sinking onto your knees to retrieve your fallen backpack.

“Princess.” His voice was sterner this time, and it sent a little spike of fear shooting through you. You couldn’t handle his disappointment, not today, not after everything that had happened. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

“S-sorry, Touya-nii,” you stutter, eyes still trained on the floor. He sighs, a dramatic, overly exaggerated sigh that sends another dagger into your heart. You hear the sounds of the couch creaking as he gets up, the sound of his sock-clad feet treading against the hardwood as he made his way to you. His own knees hit the ground, and a large hand finds its way to your chin, long fingers hooking under your jaw and pressing upwards. You let out an involuntary whine as you’re forced to look up at him. Please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, you think over and over, bracing yourself for his disappointed glare.

But instead, you’re met with concern swimming through his turquoise eyes. Somehow, that hurt even more than his reprimands would have. He was so busy, already so stressed, and now you’d gone and made him even more worried with your stupid crying. Stupid crybaby. Stupid, pathetic crybaby.

The thought triggers a fresh wave of tears, and you instinctively raise your arms to him. With a coo, he wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Your face finds its home in his chest, nose buried in his soft cotton t-shirt. Your body shakes as sob after sob pours out. His hands trace comfortingly over your back, rubbing gentle circles against you as he holds you so tight that it almost hurt. But it doesn’t hurt, could never hurt. Nothing ever hurts when it came to him.

“C’mon baby, talk to me,” he whispers against the crown of your head as he presses soft kisses into your hair. “Nii-san can’t help until he knows what’s wrong, baby.”

You sniffle, and then pull your face out of his grey t-shirt, now stained with your tears and makeup and snot. “’M sorry, nii-san,” you whimper. “Sorry for worrying you. ‘M fine, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

He tuts at that, and pulls you close again. This time, your face buries into the crook of his neck, your nose pressed directly to his skin. You inhale his familiar scent – Marlboros and spicy deodorant and something distinctive that’s so painfully him – and as it floods your nostrils, it helps to calm your breathing a bit. He’s saying something, his voice impossibly low, even lower than usual as he speaks directly into your ear. You force yourself to pay attention to his words. “…always worry about you, princess, you’re my everything. Don’t hide yourself away from me. You know, you make me more worried by not telling me what’s wrong, and you don’t want that, do you? You don’t want to worry your nii-san, right?”

You shake your head furiously – or, at least, as furiously as you can when his strong arms are caging you tightly against his body. It’s enough, though, because he coos and nuzzles into your hair. “Then tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

“It’s stupid,” you mutter against his skin. “I’m just being a crybaby.” You don’t look up, partially because you can’t with how tight he’s holding you, but partially because you didn’t want to see the disappointed expression on his face. “But…my friends. You know, I’ve told you about them. Katsu and Hanta and Eiji and Denki. They…they told me we couldn’t be friends anymore. They said they don’t want to be friends with a stupid baby like me.” Reliving the moment makes your skin crawl, and threatens to make you start crying again, but you blink your eyes to force the tears away and continue. “I don’t understand, Touya-nii! Just yesterday, they walked me home, and everything was fine! And now they hate me! I’m... I-I’m just…” The dam in your chest bursts, and the tears that you were trying so hard to keep at bay erupt at full force.

But your nii-san is there, with his arms wrapped tight around you and his warmth enveloping you. By this point, you’re completely in his lap, your thighs straddling him. You can’t deny that being this close to him affects you, like it always does. The combination of your already fragmented emotional state, paired with his hands that have now snuck under your shirt and weight of his clothed cock pressing against your core, make you desperate. Without realizing it, you’re rocking your hips, chasing bliss in one of the only ways that you know how to.

His warm hands grip at your waist and squeeze. The pain makes you gasp and still your movements, and you look up at him. Your wide eyes, sparkling with unshed tears, meet the blue flames of his own irises. His blown-out pupils cover most of his eyes, but you can see the ring of turquoise that surrounds them, that beautiful cerulean sea that you adore so much. Your heart pangs, and for a second you wish that he’d stop with the drugs and let you see those pretty aqua pools more often. But you catch yourself before you can get carried away. Nii-san knows best, after all. Who are you to question him?

You’re just a stupid baby, like your friends said. You suppose that they’re your ex-friends now, although the thought sends another sob wracking through your body. Touya’s eyes don’t leave yours, and he swipes away at your tears with one of his long fingers. “We’re not fucking right now, baby. You’re too emotional. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

He gently repositions you in his arms so that he can carry you, and then he stands up and walks towards the stairs. You just let him, too dazed to say anything. Touya-nii? Turning down a chance to fuck? What has gotten into him? It’s so out of character that it leaves you dumb and confused. He walks up the grand staircase and across the plush carpeted hallway that leads to his room, easily transferring your weight to one arm so that he can push the door open. He gently lays you onto his plush mattress, and you expect him to climb in with you, but he walks towards his dresser and opens the second shelf from the bottom.

Your heart sinks, but you try and ignore it. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii always, always knows what’s best. He rifles through the various bottles and baggies that he keeps in that drawer before pulling out a little orange bottle filled with blue and white capsules. Wordlessly, he shakes a few out onto his palm before tossing them into his mouth and swallowing them dry. He’s probably used to it, with the way that he swallows more drugs than actual food these days.

He slinks back to the bed and plops down next to you, the weight of his body slightly launching you up. You shriek, and he chuckles. You try to shoot him a glare, but your nii-san is just so pretty when he’s smiling that you can’t help but giggle along. He extends a finger and curls it in a “come hither” motion, and you obey, scooting yourself towards him and nestling into his familiar warmth.

“Your friends are stupid,” he says. It makes you flinch. You had almost forgotten about the reason you were so upset – Touya always made you smile, always took the weight off your shoulders and made you forget about everything that was wrong. But his words are a harsh reminder, and everything comes tumbling down once again.

He notices the shift in you – always so perceptive, always so attentive – and presses a kiss to your forehead. You tilt your head up, desperate for the warmth of his lips against your own, desperate for him to touch you and take the pain away, but he shifts away. “Listen to me first,” he says sternly, and you nod, ever the obedient little puppy.

“Your friends are stupid,” he continues. “They’re stupid, and if they don’t realize your worth, that’s their loss, baby.” One of his hands comes up to cup your face, titling your chin so that he can gaze directly into your eyes. It’s far too soon for the oxys to have taken effect already, but you could swear that his pupils are even bigger than they were before. His eyes feel like an abyss, like black holes, sucking you in. You don’t think that you could ever escape – you don’t ever want to escape. “They think that you’re a dumb baby? They think that you’re too weak and stupid? They’re idiots. You’re my baby, and you’re perfect just the way you are.”

His words are like a fire, and it burns away some of the ice that formed in your chest after you’d spoken to your friends. Still, your pain doesn’t disappear quite so easily. Your little hands clutch his shirt and tug. “B-but I love them, nii-san. I don’t want them to think I’m dumb.”

Touya’s eyes flash dangerously, and your stomach twists. You don’t know what you did wrong, but you’re terrified that you made him mad, that he’ll throw harsh words or blows at you. Or, even worse, that he’ll push you away and leave. But the anger disappears as quickly as it came, and you try to tell yourself that you just imagined it. “I don’t give a fuck about your friends. You don’t need to love them, princess. You don’t need to love anyone else.” The hand that was cupping your face moves down to your chest, and you think that he’s finally going to touch you like you want him to and make you feel good. But instead, he taps at the space between your breasts, his large finger thumping against the spot on your ribs that shields your heart. “This little heart? Princess, you don’t need to give it to anyone but me. I’ll take care of your heart.”

You furrow your brow. Touya has always been protective, has always insisted that you don’t need anyone but him, but this still leaves a sour taste in your mouth. “Touya-nii,” you start to say, but he cuts you off.

“This isn’t the first time this has happened, has it, angel?” His words are just leaving you more confused, and you open your mouth to say so, but his hand shoots out and squishes your cheeks like a fish, effectively silencing you. It hurts, with how tight he’s squeezing you, but you can’t deny that the warmth of his hand is comforting. “Everyone’s left. Your dad left. Your mom’s never around. Those girls you used to hang around with, they don’t talk to you anymore. All of my siblings,” he says, spitting the word with so much venom that you recoil, “can’t stand you. And now these boys. Baby, take a look around. I’m the only one that hasn’t walked out.”

His words hurt. They hurt because they’re true, because you scramble to find a single example of someone who love who hasn’t left you, and you can’t. You can’t. Your nii-san is the only one who’s stuck around, who’s listened to you cry and comforted you without running away. The only one who hasn’t recoiled at how sensitive you get, the only one who takes care of you and gives you what you need. A fresh wave of tears springs out of your eyes, and you try to bury your face in his chest, try to do anything but stare at the voids that used to be his eyes, but his grip on your face is far too strong.

“What’s wrong with me?” you whimper.

He coos, and releases his bruising grip, choosing to instead cradle your face again. You expect him to give you comfort, to tell you that there’s nothing wrong with you. You open your heart, ready to embrace the warmth of his words.

“You’re dumb,” he says, matter-of-factly, and your face must betray your surprise, because he begins to rub little circles into your cheek. “You’re dumb,” he repeats. “You’re sensitive, and you’re childish, and you wouldn’t survive a single day without someone taking care of you.”

You don’t register exactly when you started crying again, but tears are flowing freely down your cheeks now, running over his fingers that are still moving across your skin. “But,” he continues. “You’re perfect. You’re perfect for me. You’re too much of a god damn brat for anyone else to handle you, but I can handle you. Only I can handle my dumb baby sister. Do you get it?”

He pauses for a second, giving you time to try and absorb his words. The gears in your mind feel like they’re turning painfully slowly, and you can tell that he notices your confusion, because he gives you a dry smile. “This is exactly what I’m talking about, angel. You’re so dumb.” He knocks his fist against your skull, far too harshly, and you yelp a little at the pain. “There’s nothing going on up here. You’re so damn sensitive and annoying, nobody else can bear to deal with you. Don’t you see, princess, how lucky you are to have your nii-san?”

You nod. Your foggy brain is beginning to understand his words. “I’m…I’m so lucky to have you, Touya-nii.”

He chuckles, and he leans down, and finally presses a kiss against your lips. It’s chaste, and over far too quickly, no matter how desperately you try to prolong it, He pulls away and laughs at the pout on your face. “See, puppy, you’re so needy. Your nii-san gave you a kiss, but you’re still pouting and whining and asking for more. Don’t you see why nobody else likes you?”

You nod again. He’s right, you tell yourself, even though there’s still a piece of your brain that recoils at the idea. It doesn’t make sense, what he’s saying. Your friends never said anything about you being needy before, and your mom’s only gone all the time because she’s working, and, besides, she’s the one who took you and left your dad. It doesn’t make sense, but you push aside the stupid resistant part of your brain. Touya-nii must be right, Touya-nii is always right, and you don’t want to make him mad by being a brat and asking too many questions. You were being so dumb, he had to practically spell it out for you. He’s right. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii knows best, Touya-nii always knows best.

You look up at him with your glossy eyes, and he smiles back at you with his empty ones. But you can still see the small ring of turquoise that surrounds the voids, and you latch onto them, dive into those tiny blue-green pools and take respite. “’M sorry for being so needy, nii-san.”

“Oh, baby,” he coos. “My pretty, needy baby. Nii-san’s gonna take care of you, because if it wasn’t for him, who else would? You’d be so lost without your nii-san.”

“So lost,” you parrot back. You want so badly to make him proud, to make him give you more praise and sweet words. “Need you.”

“Fuck yeah you do,” he mutters under his breath, before suddenly pulling your face in close and kissing you. It’s violent, it’s messy, but it’s just what you need. He’s what you need. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, and you cry out as the sensitive flesh breaks. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t care – he just slides his tongue into your mouth, and you can taste your coppery blood on his tongue. Your blood, and the acrid taste of smoke from his Marlboros. It’s not bad though – no, it’s great, because it’s your nii-san and you love him more than words can say. His fingers sink into your hips and push you onto your back, and he climbs over you, teeth leaving little marks all over your soft skin.

“Nii-san,” you gasp, and Touya thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He breaks away from your neck and revels in the needy whine you let out.

Right now, with your small legs wrapped around his waist and your hands desperately clawing at his shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer… this gets him higher than any drug ever could. You get him higher than any fucking drug ever could.

You grind your hips against his, and he growls before leaning down to reclaim your lips. It’s not romantic. Nothing about what you have is romantic, despite what the pretty words he whispers into your ears claim. It’s all a means to an end, a deception to get him what he needs. You’re his drug, and he’d rather die than come down. Would rather die than see someone else get their disgusting fingers on what he owns.

Which is why he was so fucking furious yesterday, when he saw you walking home with those four boys that you call your friends. A joke. It’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic. You really think those boys have any interest in being just friends with you, any goal in mind besides fucking you?

It was honestly just luck that led to him catching you. Jin was too damn stoned to move, and that idiot Tomura had sent Touya to do the runs instead. He was counting the money that a group of scared-looking college students had handed him, making sure that they weren’t trying to stiff him. He knew they weren’t of course – one look at those kids proved that they were too close to pissing their pants to even think about cheating him – but protocol was protocol, and it was there for a reason. Even if that reason was that Tomura’s big, scary daddy would get mad. He had just tucked the bills into his right pocket and reached into his left for the bottle of little green pills that those kids wanted when he saw you. Or, to be more accurate, he saw you being ogled by four boys, their hands all over you as you walked.

It made him sick. He didn’t even realize that he was clenching his fists until the bottle of pills in his hand exploded and little orange fragments sliced his palm. And even then, he barely registered the pain. It was the startled yelps of those kids that snapped him out of his furious haze, and he just threw the pills and plastic shards in the general direction before turning around and marching towards his car. They were saying something, complaining about something or the other, but he couldn’t fucking care less. His hand was bleeding freely by then, and he stopped before getting into his car – he didn’t care about whatever temper tantrum Tomura would throw about his shitty service, but he did care about his white leather seats. With a frustrated groan, he clawed at the wound with his blunt nails and dug out the bits of embedded plastic, and then pulled the sleeve of his jacket over his palm to staunch the bleeding. It probably should’ve hurt more, but the cocaine and rage flowing through his veins were a hell of a painkiller.

He knew those boys, of course. He knew everyone that you interacted with. He drove around for thirty minutes so they’d all have enough time to get home. His work phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and his fingers were too shaky to silence it, so he just smashed it against the dashboard. It sent more little pieces of glass into his already bleeding hand, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care, he didn’t care, didn’t care about anything besides how fucking furious he was right now. He wasn’t mad at you, of course – you were too dumb to realize otherwise. You probably thought those boys were just nice because they liked you, that they only had innocent intentions when they offered to walk you home. Fuck Jin for rolling when he was supposed to be working, and fuck Tomura for deciding that Touya had to be the one to take his place. Touya picked you up from school every day, and he dropped you off in the morning, and he took you wherever you needed to go. You’d assured him that you’d be fine getting home by yourself today. He assumed that you’d take the bus, which made him antsy, of course – plenty of fucking creeps that could get their hands on you, but at least you’d be in public – but seeing you walk home with that pack of wolves behind you made him see red.

Bakugo Katsuki was his first stop. That blond haired bitch had his disgusting hand thrown over your shoulder, and Touya had half a mind to blow his brains out for that. But, no. He forced himself to stay calm and rational, to control his rage and think about what the best solution would be. If all four of your friends suddenly disappeared, you’d be grief-stricken, and Touya couldn’t have that. He couldn’t have his cute little baby sister wasting her pretty little tears over some brats that just wanted to fuck her, to use her.

Killing was Touya’s go-to way of dealing with inconveniences, but if that wasn’t an option, he was a master at intimidation. With his scarred flesh and maniacal eyes, as well as the pretty little switchblade that he’d carried for years, he painted a menacing picture. He had to ring the doorbell seven fucking times before little Katsu answered, and the brat had tried to give him attitude. All that attitude had melted away within just a few moments, though, and poor little Katsu was left snot-faced and promising that he’d never go near you again. The next three had been much of the same, although they were much more initially scared than the blond kid had been.

It was a shame, really, that Touya didn’t get to actually hurt them. He would’ve loved to sink his switchblade into his flesh, would’ve adored their screams and the tearing of their muscles. A shame, but this was for the better. They’d let you down harsh, and you’d come crying into your nii-san’s arms.

You’re just so damn predictable.

He has every one of your reactions memorized, knows your body like the back of his hand. He knows, when he cups your pretty little face with his large hand, you’ll nuzzle into it. When his thumb runs across the seam of your lips, you’ll open them obediently, pulling his fingers into your mouth and sucking so sweetly.

He knows, because you’ve done it hundreds of times before, but it still feels so fucking good each time. The feel of your tongue swiping across his fingers drives him insane, and he has half a mind to just shove his cock in and fuck your face until you’re crying. But he holds himself back, because you’re pawing at him so cutely, begging for him to fuck you, begging because you need him.

“Please, nii-san,” you babble, your words slurred as they try and push past his fingers. “Need you. Need you so bad, nii-san, need to feel you inside me, please.”

“Be patient,” he says, his hand leaving your mouth and trailing your body. “I need to prep you, or you’ll keep fucking whining about it hurting.”

You shake your head furiously. “I can take it, please!”

He’s so beautiful, your Touya-nii. He looks like a fucking god right now, towering over you, backlit by the hazy yellow of his ceiling light. His fingers leave your body and find his belt instead, and he wastes no time in unbuckling it and shoving his pants down. His cock is already hard and weeping, the prettiest shade of red that you’ve ever seen. He wraps his large hand around it, hissing at the contact, the sound so pretty that it makes your heart sing.

You feel like you’re underwater, like chlorine and salt are filling your nostrils and pooling in your lungs. Your body is buzzing, and you so desperately want to throw caution to the wind and take the edge off. Your fingers are itching to touch yourself. But you know better, know that Touya will be mad. And you want – no, need – to be a good little girl for him. You’ve already given him so much to worry about today, with your whining and crying and babbling.

It’s like he said – you’re a dumb baby, right? That’s what he said, and you know that he’d never lie to you. Nii-san knows best, you remind yourself, chanting it over and over in your head like a prayer. He knows best. He’s the only one you have, and you want so badly to make him proud.

The head of his cock presses against your dripping hole. The feeling makes you flinch, but before you can react and further, he’s already pressing his hips forward. “Fuck!” you exclaim, body stinging at the stretch.

His movement pauses, and he looks down at you with disappointment in his pretty eyes. “C’mon now, princess, you know you’re not supposed to use those bad words.”

Your eyes widen and you instantly backtrack as you realize your mistake. “Sorry, sorry, ‘m sorry! It just felt so good, nii-san, I’m sorry, I just wasn’t thinking!”

He chuckles at that, dipping his head down to nip at your lips with his sharp teeth. “I know, doll,” he whispers against your mouth, his breath tasting like menthol and smoke. “You never think. My dumb baby sister, got no thoughts in that head of yours, huh? No thoughts besides my cock?”

You nod, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Please, Touya-nii. Please fuck me stupid.”

The grin that graces his face is nothing short of sinful. He doesn’t reply with words. Instead, he hooks his massive hands under your knees and pushes up. Your body is like putty in his hands, and you bend at his whims. He folds you up like a doll, your knees pressed up to your chest. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed. But truth be told, you always feel vulnerable around him. You feel like his fiery eyes scorch away at your skin whenever he looks at you, but fuck, you love the burn.

He wastes no time in setting an unrelenting pace, slamming into you so hard that you know your body will be covered in bruises tomorrow morning. Bruises on your inner thighs from his sharp hipbones, bruises on your neck from his teeth. A necklace of purple and blue around your neck in the shape of his fingers. Bruises on your heart from his harsh words, degrading little insults spat against your skin as he fucks into you without mercy. But for every bruise, every insult and painful touch, he gives you the sweetest salve. Pretty little words whispered into your ear, reminders that he loves you, that you’re his.

“My baby,” he grunts, voice shaky from exertion. “Gonna cum. Beg for my cum, my dumb little baby. Fucking beg for it.”

You babble, too far gone for your brain to produce any real thoughts. A jumbled mess of need your cum and please nii-san’s fall past your lips. You can hardly think, but you can always beg for him. Your vision is hazy and your mind is foggy, filled with nothing but thoughts of him, and the feeling of his cock slamming into you, and the heat of his breath against your neck. It hurts, hurts so much, but there’s bliss in the ache.

His fingers slip between your legs and toy with your clit, rubbing harsh circles in time with his thrusts. The combined sensation is too much. With a harsh thrust and squeeze of the hand around your neck, your body explodes. You feel as if you’re in fire, as if there’s electricity coursing through your limbs, burning through your blood and short-circuiting your veins. You cum so hard that it almost hurts, pussy clenching and gushing. Touya lets out a growl, so deep that it makes your stomach flip. He grabs your chin and tilts your face up to meet his, squeezing so hard that the pain cuts through your fucked-out haze and makes you gasp. His lips crash into yours, teeth clacking and tongues swirling as he moans into your mouth and releases. You tremble at the sensation, body overloaded and still buzzing with electricity.

After a few painfully long moments, he shifts and finally lets your legs down. Your muscles scream at the movement. Touya reaches over your body to get a water bottle and press it to your lips, making you tilt your head up and take little sips.

Your arms feel like lead, but you force them to move. They wrap around his waist and tug. Your whines are pitiful, but you’re too tired to be embarrassed. “Snuggles,” you beg, looking up at him with glossy, wide eyes.

“Need to clean you up, doll,” he says. His voice is stern, but there’s a fondness in his expression that warms your heart. You shake your heavy head, trying in vain to drag him closer. He chuckles, dipping down to press an uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your forehead. “God, you really are so fucking needy, aren’t you?”

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hey, I hope you're doing well! I was wondering if you could do a suicidal female s/o texting their boyfriend goodbye and having him rush home to save them just in time? if it's not too much to ask, one for aizawa and one for kirishima would be incredible, but otherwise just one for aizawa would be great

I did both of the guys and in Kiri's case I'd say they're in their twenties and living together. And sorry this took forever.

Warnings: Themes of depression and suicide and dissociation I guess

~Kirishima Eijirou~

You didn’t know what the hell you were supposed to do anymore. Everything felt like it was falling apart and all the control you had ever had over anything, was slipping through your fingers. You couldn’t deal with this, and you weren’t sure you even wanted to anymore.

You had been pretty much just walking back and forth the whole day. You hadn’t eaten anything, and you hadn’t slept well for weeks. It was all getting to be way too much for you, so you decided you didn’t want this anymore, this shit, this life.

You sent Kirishima a message with only three words: “I’m sorry, goodbye”

Kirishima was working late at his and Bakugou’s agency, but this was the last night he would be doing so this week, since he had arranged himself some time off.

“I’m gonna go now, (Name) is waiting for me at home” Kirishima waved at Bakugou, who was still stuck behind a mountain of paperwork.

“Yeah, just fuck off and leave me here with this shit” Bakugou growled.

Kirishima felt bad for leaving him, but not bad enough to stay and help, he wanted to get back home to you.

“You’ll get it done, you always do” Kirishima encouraged.

“Yeah, yeah, just go home” Bakugou groaned.

Kirishima smiled and basically bounced down the stairs of the agency. He decided to finally check his phone, since he had been kind of neglecting it the whole day, not on purpose of course, he had just been very busy.

He had a message from you, it just said: “I’m sorry, goodbye”

“Huh?” he said out loud.

Kirishima didn’t understand, or maybe his brain just didn’t accept the words on the screen, but before he knew it, he was running. Your shared apartment was a few kilometers away from the agency, and Kirishima didn’t stop running before he was standing in front of the door. His hands were trembling so badly he couldn’t get the keys in the lock, so he just opted for kicking down the door.

“(Name)! (Name)!” he shouted.

You had filled the tub with warm water and gotten out the sharpest razor blade you could find. You were just going to step into the tub when you heard someone bust down the front door. You could hear Kirishima yelling your name.

A tremendous amount of guilt washed over you, as you threw the razor into the tub like it was burning your hand. Your legs gave out from under you and you dropped to your knees on the floor.

Kirishima went to try the bathroom door, when he heard a thud inside.

“(Name)? Let me in” he said.

Kirishima tried to remain as calm as he could, but he was definitely having a hard time with that. He could hear you sobbing in the bathroom, but you unlocked the door anyway. You collapsed into his arms as he opened it and clung onto his hoodie like your life depended on it.

“It’s okay, I’m here” Kirishima sniffled as he embraced you.

You and Kirishima sat in the doorway, him holding you in his arms. He was shaking, almost as much as you were and breathing raggedly from the shock and all the running he had just done.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Eiji…” you kept sobbing.

Kirishima just kept holding you close. How hadn’t he seen this coming? Why hadn’t he noticed? He knew you hadn’t been doing well but he couldn’t have imagined you would ever resort to anything so drastic, something so… final. He never wanted to let go of you again.

~Aizawa Shouta~

Aizawa’s phone rang in the middle of gym class, but as he was busy with looking after his students, he didn’t answer and turned the sound off.

You had been on sick leave for a while now, for various reasons, but today everything was especially bad. You felt like a stranger in your own body, your hands didn’t look or feel like your own and you hadn’t spoken a word all day, because your voice didn’t sound like your own either. Shouta had been gone in the morning when you had woken up, it was the start of a new school year after all and he had to go put some kids in their place. You just really hoped he would answer the phone, because you really needed him right now.

You could feel yourself getting worse as the hours went by, and by the time it hit two in the afternoon, you were sitting on the living room couch, staring at your hands.

“Whose hands are these?” you could hear someone ask, and even though you could feel your mouth move, you couldn’t recognize the voice that came out.

Your head was spinning and you couldn’t think straight. You grabbed your phone off the coffee table and wobbled into the bedroom, and started rummaging through the various medications you kept in your nightstand. You just wanted it to stop, you just wanted it all to stop.

When you found the medication you were looking for, you opened the bottle and poured the contents on your hand. They were such small pills, harmless in small doses, beneficial even, but with the amount you were about to take, they were anything but harmless. You downed the whole handful, and washed them down with some water. When you laid down, you placed your phone next to your face and dialed Shouta.

He had just let out the last class of the day, and had picked up his phone just in time to see you calling.

“Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t pick up earlier, but I’ve been busy with the new class and-”

“Shouta...” you sobbed into the phone.

“I’m coming” he said without hesitation.

He had had a pit in his stomach the whole day, ever since he left you in the morning, he had forced himself to ignore it the whole time, but now he regretted it. Luckily though, your house wasn’t very far from UA and he got there quite quickly.

He dashed straight up the stairs and into the bedroom. You were laying there, crying on the bed.

He sighed in relief, because you didn’t seem to be hurt, but he quickly noticed the empty pill bottle on the floor next to the bed.

“No” he whispered.

He quickly knelt down beside the bed and grabbed the empty medication bottle from the floor.

“How much did you take? How many were in here?” he asked frantically, waving the bottle in your face.

You had a hard time keeping your eyes open. When Shouta talked, it sounded like the voice was coming from somewhere very far away. You managed to lift your hand and put it on his cheek. You brushed his cheek with your thumb before you couldn’t hold your hand up anymore. Your eyelids felt so very heavy and you couldn’t fight the darkness anymore, so you gave in. You lost consciousness.

As your hand went limp, Aizawa took a deep breath. He was a pro-hero, he was supposed to be able to keep calm in any kind of situation. He grabbed his phone and dialed the emergency number, telling them what you had taken and that you had fallen unconscious.

When you woke up, your head was pounding and you felt like you were about to throw up. You weren’t sure where you were, but you were pretty sure you were laying on a bed. You had a hard time getting your eyes open but when you did, you noticed the room you were in was only dimly lit.

You looked around a bit and noticed Shouta was sitting on a chair next to your bed, just staring at you. He looked so relieved, but also like he wanted to punch the nearest wall, his expression quickly changed to a more gentle and worried one though.

“You’re awake” he said and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his face and pressing his forehead to your hand.

“I-I’m sorry” you said and looked down, you couldn’t look at him, you felt too ashamed.

Your tears were falling on the covers and you were looking at your other hand. What had you done? Why had you done it? You could only really give a satisfactory answer to the first question.

“What were you thinking?” Aizawa asked as he lifted his head, but didn’t let go of your hand.

“I don’t think I was, not really” you said, still not looking at him.

“Hey, look at me” he said and grabbed your chin gently, trying to turn your head towards him.

You turned your head, and he could just feel his heart break. You looked so hurt and guilt ridden, but above that, you looked tired. How hadn’t he noticed the look in your eyes before now? Your eyes had darkened and it looked like there was no light in them anymore. You looked so… hopeless.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see this coming, I’m sorry I don’t know how to help you” Aizawa said with tears brimming in his eyes.

“You have to know that this isn’t your fault or responsibility, it’s mine and I’m so sorry to have burdened you with this” you said, wiping away his tears with the sleeve of your shirt. “I love you Shouta”

“I love you too” Aizawa said and kissed your hand. He swore in his head that he would do everything he possibly could for this to never happen again.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #aizawa shouta #kirishima eijirou #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #bnha angst #mha angst #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #suicide tw #depression

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Birthday Cake-tastrophe! (HEAVENS x Reader)

My birthday is tomorrow at the time of writing this, so I figured I’d write an imagine for the first time in a while. I hope you all enjoy!

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Reader is gender neutral in this imagine, like in most of my work on this blog so far.

Summary: The HEAVENS boys have a day off for once, and that day happens to be your birthday. Since you’re their beloved composer, the boys want to make your birthday extra special and throw you a surprise party including making the cake. However, their baking skills might need a little bit of work....

Word Count: 1,568

slight content warning (CW) for light swearing, but it doesn’t happen often in this imagine

Fluff, no major trigger warning (TW), but please dm me if I do need to possibly add a TW or CW for anything in this imagine for future works.

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Key:

(Y/N) = your name

(N/N) = nickname

(F/C) = favorite color

(2/F/C) = second favorite color

(F/C/F) = favorite cake flavor

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Imagine is under the cut, I hope you all enjoy it!

“Yamato..., I don’t think... we’re supposed to add... protein powder... to the... cake mix,” Kira said, growing more mildly annoyed when he realized that neither of the other two HEAVENS members seemed to have any idea what they were doing.

It wasn’t often that the boys’ days off managed to coincide with birthdays, so whenever they got the chance to celebrate, they did whatever it took to make that person’s special day all the more memorable. Their beloved composer, (Y/N), was certainly no exception to this idea. As soon as (Y/N) had casually dropped the fact that their birthday was coming up during a conversation with Eiichi earlier that week, the boys knew they had to do everything in their power to make this birthday the best one yet for the composer they loved so dearly.

They then decided it would be best to throw a surprise party, with that being Yamato and Van’s idea on how they should celebrate their composer’s special day. It was Nagi’s idea for them to try to bake a cake, his reasoning being that a birthday party wouldn’t be a birthday party without cake. Of course, the older HEAVENS members all knew that he just wanted an excuse to eat something sweet, but they were happy to oblige since they wanted a way to show their gratitude for all the hard work and love their composer has put into all the song they’ve produced together so far. However, as Eiichi, Shion and Van worked on setting up the decorations for the party and Eiji focused on distracting (Y/N) under the guise of needing help in his garden, Kira realized that neither Nagi nor Yamato had any idea on what they were doing when it came to baking.

“What are you talking about?” Yamato grumbled as he begrudgingly put the box of protein powder back into the cabinet above the stove where they were working. “A little bit of protein never did much harm. Besides, don’t you want our manager to be in their best condition?” “For frick’s sake, Yamato!” Nagi whined. “If our (N/N)-chan wants something sweet for their birthday, that’s what they’ll get! Protein will just make the cake taste gross, and no one wants a gross cake!” “What are you trying to say about my cooking skills, Nagi?” Yamato growled, struggling to keep his temper in check while working with the complaining teen and trying not to make too big of a mess while mixing the (thankfully protein powder-less) cake batter. “Please..., no fighting... especially not... today...,” Kira warned, which thankfully worked to help calm the two younger members down, causing both Nagi and Yamato to mumble out in unison a brief “Sorry, Kira,” before returning to work.

“I’d like... to be done... before the others... so we can... help them... while the cake... is baking...,” Kira explained. “Yeah, good idea,” agreed Nagi as he added a few drops of (F/C) food coloring to the frosting mixture he was working on. “I heard Shion was struggling with putting up that strand of lights we wanted up, they’re probably going to need more help once we’re waiting for the cake to bake.” The older two members hummed in agreement as they finished pouring the now ready batter into the cake tin and were now preparing to place the tin in the oven. “Alright, it’s 3:30 right now,” Yamato noted after Kira shut the oven door. “How much time are we supposed to let this bake for?” “Fifteen... minutes...,” Kira replied. “And let... the frosting... chill... for thirty....” “Okay, then,” Nagi answered as he covered the top of the frosting bowl with plastic wrap before gingerly placing in the fridge. “Let’s go check on the others and see what we can do to help them.” So, the three HEAVENS members did just that. Unfortunately for them, Kira had forgotten to set the timer to let them know when the cake was done baking....

“iiiiii~!” Eiichi exclaimed, proud of the work that he and the rest of HEAVENS had put into decorating the living room and dining room for the party. It truly was something to be proud of: stunning fairy lights and beautiful streamer strewn across the walls and stairs’ handrails, (F/C) and (2/F/C) balloons tied to the handrails, the gift table all arranged neatly in the dining room courtesy of Shion, all that was missing was the cake. “Awesome work, everyone!” Van cheered. “(N/N)-chan’s gonna love it!” “Well, of course they will,” Eiichi assured. “What would HEAVENS be without the passion we put into everything we do? It’s no different here. Besides, we’ve all put a lot of thought into this party. I have no doubt in my mind that (Y/N) will appreciate our gesture for them on their special day.”

“Oh, it sounds like Eiji’s having a hard time keeping (Y/N) distracted,” Shion pointed out shortly after checking his phone for the time to see that Eiji had texted him letting him know that since he didn’t have any more work that needed to be done in the garden, he and (Y/N) were going to a nearby hardware store to find more plants and seeds for the newly cleared section of the garden. “By the way, what time were you supposed to pull the cake out of the oven, Kira?” “3:45,” Kira answered. “What time... is it... now?”

A brief moment of silence followed as Shion began to panic in realization that it was now 4:05 and the cake was now overbaked. He was hesitant in trying to tell the other members the time, much to Yamato’s frustration. “Cat got your tongue, Shion?” Yamato groaned before he snatched the phone from Shion’s hands, his eyes nearly bulging out of his skull when the read what time it was. “Shit! The cake!” “Hm? What’s wrong, Yamato?” Nagi inquired. “We fucking burned (Y/N)’s cake!” Yamato exclaimed in a mix of panic and anger. “It’s still in the oven!” With that, the athletic HEAVENS member hurried back to the kitchen to try to save the cake from being even more burned, the remaining HEAVENS members following suit.

Once Yamato had pulled the cake out of the oven, he could tell that the top part was almost completely burned. There was no way for him to initially tell that the cake was supposed to be (F/C/F), so he nearly slammed his hands on the stove in anger at himself for ruining the cake until Eiichi stopped him. “Let’s take it out of the tin first and we’ll see if we can salvage it,” the group leader insisted, hoping to soothe the frustrated Yamato, who simply huffed and agreed to let Van and Kira remove the cake tin. Thankfully, the rest of the cake was not burned from being in the oven too long, so all that had to be done was to cut the burned part of the cake off before Nagi and Shion spread the frosting and (2/F/C) sprinkles on the now-salvaged cake.

By the time Kira had set the cake down on the dining room table near where all the gifts were set, Eiichi received a text from his younger brother. “Eiji and (Y/N) are here,” he directed. “Quick! Everyone, get into your hiding spot! Van, turn the light off. As soon as (Y/N) turns the light on, jump out and yell ‘Surprise!’” “Yes, Eiichi!” the remaining members responded in a whisper-yell as Van rushed to turn off the light and the HEAVENS members hid, waiting for Eiji and (Y/N) to open the door. Sure enough, just a few seconds later, they did just that.

“Thanks for coming with me on such short notice, (Y/N),” Eiji said with a soft smile as he shut the door behind him. “Yeah, no problem,” (Y/N) replied before pointing out, “Geez, it’s dark in here. Where’s the light switch?” “Oh, here, I’ll get it,” Eiji answered before he flicked the lights on. Just as Eiichi had instructed them to do, the rest of the HEAVENS members jumped out from their hiding spots.

“Surprise!” they shouted, causing (Y/N) to jump a little in shock before they turned to Eiji with a shocked and ecstatic look on their face and taking in the decorations before them.

“You guys remembered!” (Y/N) beamed with happiness as all seven members were now standing near them. “Well, of course,” Van stated with a wink, making (Y/N) laugh slightly. “How could we possibly forget?” Eiichi asked as he took (Y/N)’s hand and led them to where the cake was waiting. “You didn’t have to do all of this!” (Y/N) exclaimed with a light laugh. “This is amazing, thank you all so much!” “It’s nothing, (N/N)-chan!” Nagi replied. “After all...,” Kira noted. “It’s your... special day....” “You’re always putting in so much effort into our music, (Y/N),” Eiji added before Yamato continued, “So since we have the day off, we wanted to make your day even more special.” “Thank you for everything you do, (Y/N),” Shion muttered just loud enough to be audible. By the time the group had all sat down to cut into the cake, the boys all cheered together:

“Happy birthday, (Y/N)!”

#imagine #uta no prince sama #utapri #utapri heavens #eiji otori #Yamato Hyuga #shion amakusa #van kiryuin #eiichi otori #Nagi Mikado #Kira Sumeragi #heavens x reader #special imagine #birthday special

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 4 years

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A Loving Surprise

Pairing: Kirishima x reader

Warnings: Nudity I guess? Nothing sexual, no detail or anything. Everything is still wholesome. Aged up, obvi.

A/N: Sorry the title's a little cringe, I couldn't think of anything else.

ON WITH THE FLUFF

-Sugar

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Your keys jingled in the lock of your front door as you silently fumed. You'd just had one of the worst days ever, and you couldn't wait to just hop in the shower and go to bed. Maybe Kirishima would be home before you fell asleep so you could cuddle him, but at this point, you were so upset you might not even wait for him.

When you stepped inside, however, you found that the lights were on. You reasoned that either you had forgotten to turn them off this morning or Kirishima was already home and set your stuff down on the counter. Sure enough, you discovered the latter was true as a red head of hair poked itself around the corner.

"Hey, babe." His eyes were soft as he approached you.

"Eiji!" You melted into him as he hugged you. "What are you doing here? I thought you didn't get home for another few hours."

"After I got your call that things didn't go so well at work today, I decided to come home early."

"Aww, you didn't have to do that."

Kirishima bent down to kiss your forehead. "I wanted to. Here, I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes."

You blindly followed him as he led you through the house, curious as to what he had done. Sweet smells hit your nose as you heard him open a door.

"Surprise, babe!"

Already guessing what was in store for you, you opened your eyes to find yourself in your bathroom. You took in the sight of your bathtub filled and steaming, candles placed and lit on almost every surface. Upon closer inspection, you saw little rose petals floating in the water.

You blushed as a grin spread across your face. You felt a little uncomfortable with how extra Kirishima could be when providing you with romantic gestures, but you knew it was just him trying to show how much he loved you.

"Oh my gosh! Baby, aww, you shouldn't have!"

Kirishima turned to you and kissed you on your cheek. "I want you to be happy here. Home should be a place where we can relax and have a good time. I wanted you to feel better. This is the least I could do."

You hugged him. "Thank you so much! I love you!"

He grinned down at the top of your head. "There's that smile I love to see! I love you too. Now come on, we have to hurry. That water won't stay warm for long!" He suddenly stiffened a little, shifting on his feet. "It is okay if I join you, right? If you want to be alone—"

"No! I want you here."

Kirishima's smile returned and he started to undress. You did the same, and before long you felt his eyes roving all over you.

"Eiji, you're staring."

"Who? Me? No, no . . . . Okay maybe."

You playfully pouted at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"What? I can't help it! You're so beautiful." He walked back over to you, pressing your bare skin against his as he hugged you again. You leaned into him, relishing in the feeling.

He moved away from you so he could turn on the shower. You couldn't help but check him out yourself while his back was turned. The two of you were hopeless.

He stepped in and turned to you. "Come on, (Y/N), don't keep me waiting!"

You smirked and stepped into the shower, letting your hair get soaked and your skin wet with the cool water. You watched, fascinated, as Kirishima's red spiky hair drooped in the downpour of water, and then laid flat, plastered to his face.

The two of you rinsed off as quickly as you could before shutting off the water and stepping out. You allowed him to step in the tub first. He lowered himself into the water and leaned back, spreading his legs so you could get in. You put your feet in and sat down, reveling in the sensation as your lower half was submerged in warm water. You scooted back so you could lay against Kirishima's chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close. The two of you let out a contented sigh in unison, and then giggled at the coincidence.

Kirishima grabbed your favorite body wash from the ledge beside him and squirted some out onto his hand. He moved your damp hair back so he could rub it into your shoulders, working his way across your back.

You allowed your eyes to fall shut as you felt your muscles relax and pleasure hummed through your body. Thoughts of your day left your mind, having no room for stubborn villains with frustrating quirks as long as your Kirishima was around.

You leaned into him as his fingers and knuckles worked themselves on the back of your neck, moving down back to your shoulders, then finally rubbing and massaging your back. That, coupled with the scents of the candles burning around you, made your mind go hazy as you began to feel better than you had since . . . probably ever.

Satisfied with his work, he rinsed off his hands and pulled down your shampoo. He started on the process of massaging it into your scalp, an entirely new sensation of pleasure catching you so off guard you shivered.

"I'm not pressing too hard, am I?" Kirishima asked.

You shook your head, honestly past capable of words at this point. He kept going while you splashed some water up to your shoulders so you could rinse off some of the lather from the body wash while warming up from the water's temperature. Eventually he had spread the sweet-smelling shampoo over your entire head, all the way to your tips.

"Alright, it's your turn." You stood, jarring yourself from your splendid stupor. You had to step out so Kirishima could slide himself forward before you could get back in and sit down again. You took his special shampoo and started working it into Kirishima's artificially red locks, your nimble fingers applying just the right amount of pressure against his skull.

He leaned into you, clearly enjoying it as much as you had earlier. "No matter how many times you wash my hair for me, I can never get over how darn good it feels."

You smiled, happy you could make him feel so good (in a wholesome way).

You took some of his body wash (he couldn't use his shampoo because it was too expensive) and started rubbing his back. He hummed in delight as your hands and knuckles pressed themselves over his taut muscles, rubbing out any knots they found as they stimulated the blood flow beneath his skin. You rubbed him for several minutes until your arms began to grow tired, determined to make him feel as good as possible.

Eventually, you slid your arms down from his shoulders to his chest, letting yourself slide forward to press your chest against his back and place your chin on his shoulder. He sighed, resting his head against yours. You straightened so you could pull him back towards you, letting him slide down your body until the back of his head was submerged in the water. You started washing the shampoo out of his hair, going back to massaging his scalp.

"Babe, if you keep this up, I'm going to fall asleep." Kirishima grinned up at you, opening his eyes so he could look into yours.

"You're not allowed to do that yet," you said, pulling a hand out of the water so you could boop his nose.

He grinned and shut his eyes again, until a thought crossed his mind, making the smile fall from his lips and his eyebrows draw together.

"Hey, wait a second," he said, looking up at you again, pouting. "The whole point of this was for you. How come you're doing all this stuff for me? That was supposed to be my job."

You smiled at him. "It's okay. I'm having fun. I like seeing you so happy."

"It's your turn."

"I'm not done yet!"

"I'm not taking no for an answer." He got up from his position and stepped over you. You kept your eyes down, blushing as he adjusted himself so he could sit behind you again. "There." He chuckled triumphantly as he guided your body down so your hair could dip into the water.

He set to work again, massaging the shampoo out of your (H/C) hair. Your hair tickled his waist as it floated in the water around him, suspended until the interruption of his fingers. He rubbed circles into the top of your head, watching your face relax as a calm smile spread over it. He felt like he had done good with this idea, wondering how long it would be until you could do it again.

It had been difficult lately to spend time together as both of your jobs gave you little free time. Moments like these were becoming rare, so Kirishima knew he had to work extra hard to make them as special as he could for you.

He ran his hands over your back once more, making sure all the suds from the body wash had been rinsed off before applying a light pressure to your shoulder blades, signaling for you to sit up. You obliged and he wasted no time in pouring some conditioner out so he could finish washing your hair.

When he was done you turned around. Too lazy to stand up again, you conditioned Kirishima's hair from the front. It was a little more difficult, but it seemed like he was still able to enjoy it. When you finished, he brought up his own hands to survey your work. "Not bad, honey."

After that, the two of you rinsed each other's hair again. Kirishima leaned back against the end of the tub. You turned yourself so you could lay belly-down on his chest. You were in the process of changing the water, it having gotten a little cold after all the time you'd spent in there. The crashing of the faucet as the water filled the tub back up permeated your ears as you enjoyed the feeling of Kirishima's cool, damp skin against yours.

Soon enough you could turn the tap off and were able to hold each other in silence, newly warm water enveloping the both of you. You laid like that for another half hour, just happily warm and comfortable and content.

"Do you want to talk about your day?" Kirishima asked you, his eyes still closed.

"Not really," you replied. "Just a gang of villains with some nasty quirks. There was a lot of paperwork."

He sighed. "Sucks."

"Yeah."

He kissed the top of your head. "At least you smell nice now."

You smiled against him. "And I have you." You kissed the patch of skin you were laying on.

Eventually the water got cold again and the two of you decided to get out, ending your romantic bath time together.

You let the water out, skimming the surface for rose petals. "You're so extra," you teased as you set them on the ledge of the bath.

"Only the best for the best person in the whole world." Kirishima shrugged like there was nothing he could do about it.

"I don't know about that . . . ."

"What, that you're the best? Well, you are to me."

You smiled and got out of the tub, shivering a little as the cold air touched your skin. You pulled out a towel for the both of you and wrapped it around Kirishima's shoulder. He tried to wrap you in with him but it proved to be more than a bit difficult.

"Maybe we should take turns."

"Agreed."

Kirishima had you rub yourself dry first, trying to hide any signs that he was getting chilly now that he was out of the water. Once you were done, he took it for himself and began to dry the droplets of water from his skin. He quickly ruffled his hair and then handed it back to you so you could wrap yourself on your way into the bedroom.

Your room felt cold against your damp skin, so the two of you quickly threw on some skimpy pajamas before diving under the blankets. You hugged yourself to him, finally feeling how cold his skin was. "Geez, Eiji, you're so cold!"

He proceeded to attempt to hide his shivers from you, keeping up his manly demeanor. "Nothing cuddles can't fix!"

You ran your hands over his skin, pausing to grab some lotion from your bedside table when you felt your hands getting uncomfortably dry before continuing.

Soon enough, you were able to warm up the blankets covering you two until you both stopped feeling overly cold. Kirishima pulled you even closer to his bare chest. "Your hair smells so good," he whispered in your ear. "It's super soft now."

He lifted his large hands to run his fingers through your hair, beginning a whole new round of scalp massage. You pressed your nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. You marveled at how perfectly the two of you fit together, how it was like you were sculpted with the other in mind.

You proceeded to rub Kirishima's back while he ran his fingers through your hair, gently working out any tangles he found. Your eyelids grew heavy as you drifted off to sleep, your movements slowing.

Kirishima smiled to himself as he gazed down at your sleeping form. "I hope today wasn't too bad after all," he whispered. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, carefully shifting himself so he could get more comfortable. "I love you," he said as he felt sleep overtake him as well.

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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Happy Birthday, Mina!

Category: Friendship Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Mina Ashido

Hello, all! Here’s a story for @bnhabookclub’s Celebrating Mina event for the prompt “Happy birthday!” Gotta show the love for our bubbly pink queen for her belated birthday, after all :3 Happy reading~!

Mina whined miserably as she paused on the sidewalk to stare up at the inky night sky. It was actually quite beautiful that night; only a few wispy gray clouds disrupted the glittering expanse of stars, which was clearer than usual. The white light from the full moon illuminated the shadowy areas that the dull yellow lamplight couldn’t reach, filling the world with a silver glow like gleaming fairy dust. On typical nights, Mina would probably find the sky beautiful and calming. Instead, she could only be irritated that she had to look upon it at all.

“This sucks!” she exclaimed angrily and kicked a discarded soda can. The aluminum can bounced down the sidewalk several times before striking a trash bin with a metallic ring. Sighing, Mina trudged over to pick up the litter and toss it into the receptacle. She then groaned and planked against the light pole beside it, pressing her forehead into the iron-wrought, thin construct. “It’s my birthday…”

Mina knew it was selfish to complain about the turn of events. By all rights, she should be grateful that she’d landed herself a small, week-long internship opportunity during the summer vacation. But did it have to be the week of my birthday? She complained with another disgruntled groan. She would only turn seventeen once! It was already bad enough that the students lived in the dorms even during vacation since the debacle at the summer camp the previous year, so she didn’t have much opportunity to celebrate with her family.

“But now I can’t even celebrate with my friends,” she moped aloud. She glanced at her smartphone despite knowing it would depress her further. It was nearly midnight; no one would be awake at this hour. She’d hurried out early that morning to arrive for her internship, so she hadn’t seen any of her classmates that morning. “Oh well,” she sighed deeply and peeled herself away from the light pole. “There’s nothin’ for it. Gotta go home!” she encouraged herself. Heavy-hearted and exhausted, Mina staggered down the empty streets towards home.

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“I’m hooooooome,” Mina called hollowly as she shuffled through the dormitory doors. Not that she was talking to anyone in particular. She slipped out of her shoes and set them in the entryway beside the rest of her classmate’s shoes before hefting the suitcase containing her hero costume over her shoulder. The clock on the wall ticked the seconds by; a glance informed Mina that it was moving close to midnight, and her birthday would soon draw to an anticlimactic and melancholy close. Mina’s eyes were lidded as she scratched her cheek. Despite the tiredness plaguing her body, she had no care to go to bed in such a sorry state. She tossed the metal suitcase onto the couch, bouncing a few times before settling on the cushions.

Her footsteps echoed in the empty halls of the first floor as she proceeded towards the kitchen. Snacks were always effective at chasing away gloomy thoughts. With the oncoming of night, the shadows had crept in to shroud the dormitory in its dark clouds. As she padded through the entryway, she fumbled for the light switch on the wall. She slapped the area uselessly for a few seconds, cursing under her breath, until she finally felt the smooth enamel-like covering under her fingertips. “A-ha!” she smiled triumphantly and flipped the switch. Light blazed in the room, flashing her vision a brilliant white. She flapped her eyelashes repeatedly to allow her eyes to adjust to the sudden illumination.

That’s when everyone sprang out of their hiding spots.

“Surprise! Happy birthday!” they chimed in unison. A dozen party poppers exploded, filling the air with confetti and colorful streamers, and balloons flooded in from the other entrances to bounce joyfully across the ceiling.

“Eeeeeeek!” Mina screamed shrilly, drawing up one leg and shielding her body with crossed arms on reflex. Her eyes rolled around in her sockets, unable to focus on the sea of faces that has sprung up so suddenly. Slowly, her limbs inched down as the realization slowly dawned on her. “Oh… Oh...! You guys-!” she hiccuped as sobs threatened to explode in her chest. Her eyes flooded with tears, and they quickly broke over the barrier of her lashes to stream down her cheeks. “You guys! Thank you so much!” she howled and sprang forward to embrace the closest person, who just happened to be Katsuki.

“What the-? Oi!” he exclaimed irritatedly, but made no move to pry Mina off as she wrapped her arms around his broad chest and squeezed him within more force than a boa constrictor. “O-Oi, Pinky, I can’t breathe-!” he groaned and staggered back into the kitchen table. Mina just continued to cry loudly with tears and snot pouring down her face.

“I’m so gratefuuuuuul,” she moaned as she rubbed her face into the fabric of his tank top. Katsuki grimaced and pushed on her head to get her to stop.

“Oi! Knock it off! You’re getting that shit all over me!” he whined. Mina ignored the continuous rough nudges of his palm into the side of her head, too busy wallowing in gratitude and happiness. Katsuki eventually relented, just resting his palm on the top of her head. “Sheesh… Such a crybaby…” he tutted.

“Aw, Baku-bro, you’re so sweet,” Denki teased over the blond’s shoulder. Katsuki snarled like a rabid dog, making Denki squeak and scamper away to take solace behind Eijirou’s sturdy frame. “Eiji! Protect me!” The redhead laughed amiably and patted Denki on the head reassuringly. Mina finally managed to reign in her emotions and pulled away from Katsuki, leaving smudges of tears and snot all over Katsuki’s tank top. He looked down at it with a disgusted scowl, and while he was distracted, Hanta scampered over to strap a colorful, conical paper hat onto his head. As the string snapped taut against his chin, Katsuki scowled at the boy, baring his gums.

“You guys,” Mina repeated, pausing as a few more petulant sniffles slipped out of her. “You guys, I had no idea. I’m so happy,” she sniffed. The elated bubbliness still propagated through her body like champagne flowing through her veins, making it seem like she was floating on air. It was amazing how she coil go from horribly blue to overwhelmingly joyful in a matter of minutes.

“You didn’t think that we would forget your birthday, did you, Mina?” Momo smiled as she strolled over. Mina shook her head vehemently, wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands to finally cease the flow of tears. Momo flashed her a kind smile and brought her in for a firm but comforting hug. “We knew you’d be upset that you upset because your internship would prevent you from celebrating… So we planned this late-night party for you!” Momo gestured to the kitchen table, where a layered birthday cake sat surrounded by a pile of wrapped presents. Mina’s tears threatened to renew when she clapped eyes on the fruits of their friendship and generosity, but she managed to suppress them with a small whine.

“That’s right!” Izuku smiled broadly and scampered over to fix one of the party hats onto her head. “Happy birthday, Mina!”

“Hurry, hurry, light the candles!” Tooru cried, coming up behind Mina to all but push her into the chair in front of the cake. “It’s almost midnight! We have to sing to her before it becomes tomorrow!”

“Tooru, is it really that big of a-” Fumikage started, but quickly snapped his beak shut when the invisible girl whirled around to shoot him an equally invisible glare.

“Yes! Yes, it is!” Sato scrambled to light the seventeen candles decorating the birthday cake. Once they’d all been ignited with small, flickering orange-yellow flames, the students quickly circled up around Mina and began to sing, rushing the verses a little as the time inched closer to midnight. Mina squirmed in the seat, unable to suppress the big, stupid grin stretching across her face. Being sung “Happy Birthday” always gave one a strange sense of embarrassment and exhilaration. As soon as they finished, Mina leaned forward to blow the candles out. When the last flame sputtered and disappeared, the group of young adults cheered triumphantly.

Their cheers morphed into startled shrieks as the blaring ring of an air horn blasted through the small space. Twenty-one pairs of owlish eyes whirled to the entryway to see their teacher standing there, holding the air horn and looking quite irritated. He said nothing, his gaze sweeping across the room until it settled upon the birthday cake.

“What kind of cake is that?” he asked and promptly discarded the air horn. As the class laughed and began tearing into the birthday cake, Mina waited to eat her. Instead, she leaned back in the chair to drink in all the happy and smiling faces around her. After savoring the celebratory atmosphere, she leaned in to shovel the spongey cake into her mouth.

Totally the best birthday ever!

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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💕 Papa Shark (Eijirou Kirishima) 18+

Welcome to Mon-Thirst 💕

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut 18+

Word Count: 1,800

Pairing: F! Reader x Kirishima

World: Boku no Hero Academia

Prompt: “I stg if you sing the baby shark song one more time”

Author’s Note: Thank you to my wonderful friend, Kit, for the cursed prompt for this week’s Mon-Thirst 😂

WARNING: This fic contains adult material that should not be read by anyone under the age of eighteen. Contains: breeding kink.

If you are under the age of eighteen or just don’t want to see NSFW content, please block the tag “rains 18+”.

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You… were cursed. At least, that’s what you liked to tell yourself to describe the strange condition that ailed you. What was it? Well, you believed that you were cursed because, at random times, a song would begin to play within your head on repeat for twenty-four hours before finally fading away. You often found yourself singing aloud to these songs without realizing it and, nine times out of ten, you hated the song. It wasn’t just a simple case of, ‘oh I listened to this song and it’s catchy so now it’s stuck in my head.’ No, these were songs that you hadn’t even thought about in years, just randomly popping into your brain like an unwelcome relative sleeping on your couch and refusing to leave. It was torture.

As you stood in the living room, folding the warm laundry that had just been removed from the dryer, the words crept upon your lips without you realizing it. They had been stuck in your brain on a constant loop since you woke up and your brain just had to try expelling them. “Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo. Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo. Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo. Baby shark!”

Though your words had been soft, they easily reached your boyfriend. Kirishima’s red eyes snapped to you from his position on the couch, an annoyed groan dying in his throat. He loved you dearly and he knew you weren’t doing it on purpose, but god if it wasn’t making him want to smash his face through the wall. Of all songs, why did it have to be that one?

“Mommy shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo. Mommy shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo. Mommy shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo. Mommy shar –”

“Y/N!” Kirishima snapped, his head falling against the back of the couch with a pained groan. “I swear to god if you sing that damn song one more time…”

Realizing that you had been doing it again, you sent him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, papa shark.”

His eyes snapped to you again, but you had already turned away, carrying the folded laundry to the bedroom to be put away. It was such a simple comment, but it stirred something deep within him. He remembered the first time the two of you met, you had commented on how he reminded you of a shark with his sharp teeth and pointed hair, so the nickname already held weight with him, but being called papa?

The thing he currently wanted most in his life was to be a father and the thought of you pregnant with his child, belly swollen as life formed within you, it had his dick hardening within his sweatpants. He had never talked to you about wanting kids, though, and he didn’t want to force or pressure you into anything. Kirishima had to get control of himself.

For the rest of the day, you were hyper-aware of every time your lips started to form the first syllable of the song and you scolded yourself, not wanting to further annoy your boyfriend that was supposed to be enjoying his day off. Kirishima, however, was watching you like a hawk, just waiting for you to slip up so he could punish you for doing so, but you were resilient.

When night fell and you were about to get into the shower, you were so relaxed by the steam filling the room that you let your guard down, the words softly falling from your lips as your hips swayed to the music playing within your head. It was an annoying ass song, to be sure, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t catchy.

It took a minute for the words to drift to Kirishima as he sprawled out on the bed, scrolling through his phone, but when your voice finally reached him. For a second, he just tensed up before throwing his phone onto the bed and darting for the bathroom. The sudden burst of cold air against your naked body made you shiver, eyes slightly wide as you turned to look at him, but his chest against your back prevented you from doing so.

His large hands caressed your skin, one resting on your belly. He could just picture it nice and round as his child grew within you and he groaned against your ear, grinding his hips against your ass. His voice was low and husky when he finally spoke, “I warned you about singing that song again.”

You swallowed hard, feeling your cunt throb with want as his slid down just above it, his teeth nipping at your ear. “Eijirou~”

Using his body, he lightly pushed you over to the sink and you grabbed a hold of it as his knees pushed your apart, his hand dipping lower until it ghosted over your cunt, eliciting a needy whine from your lips. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

You sent him a playful grin, pushing your ass back against his growing erection. The moan that left his lips was like music to your ears. “That’s what I’m here for~”

With a chuckle, his fingers dipped between your folds, sliding up and down as he collected your slick on his skin. “You’re so wet for me, babe. Good, I don’t have to prep you as much.”

You breathed out as his fingers gently rubbed up against your cunt, circling around your clit before making their way back down to your entrance. “Skip the foreplay, Eijirou, I just want to feel you.”

At your command, he plunging two fingers into you, wiggling them around before pulling them out and plunging them back in. The heel of his hand rubbed against your clit with every movement, making you mewl for him with every thrust of his fingers. He could feel you clenching around him so tightly and he groaned, palming himself through his pants. He just wanted to be inside of you, to feel you squeezing his cock like your life depended on it.

“Eiji, please~” you whined, tugging at his hand until he removed his fingers from you. You watched him as he hastily stripped the clothes from his body, freeing his long cock. The tip was bright red, leaking with precum and you licked your lips, spreading your legs wider as he gave himself a couple of pumps.

His eyes met yours as his fingers slid across your cunt, collecting some of your juices to cover his cock with before lining up the head at your entrance. You whimpered, pushing back against him. He couldn’t help the smile that split his face at how badly you wanted him because he felt the exact same way about you. “I’m going in,” he breathed, hands gripping your hips as he slowly inched his dick inside of you.

You threw your head back at the way he stretched you out, filling you like no one else could. You could feel every vein along his cock, rubbing against your walls as it inched further into you. There was one that was especially thick on the underside of his cock that you absolutely loved to feel sliding against you.

When his dick reached the halfway point, his arm slid under your knee, lifting it up to open you up more. The new angle made it easier for him to bottom out in you, balls flat against you as the tip kissed your cervix. It was such a delicious feeling having Eijiriou within you, it made you feel whole and you sometimes wished you could just stay like this forever.

Your hips bucked against him and he got the hint, beginning to thrust in and out of you at a languid pace, knowing that you got far more pleasure from intercourse that way. A groan passed his hips as he leaned forward to nip at your shoulder, his free hand rolling your nipple between his calloused fingers. The steam was still pouring from the running shower, making you feel light-headed as it mixed with the heat of arousal, but that only made the pleasure build quicker.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” Eijirou couldn’t keep up the slow pace any longer, picking up speed as he thought about filling you with his seed. “I’m going to fill you so full of my cum, there’s no way you won’t get pregnant.” He growled, thrusting hard into you.

The words made your cunt clench tighter around him and you cried out, gripping at his red hair. “Do it, Eijirou. I’ll milk you dry!”

Both of you moaned in unison as you chased your highs, his hand leaving your breast in favor of massaging your clit. “I can’t wait until your full of my babies. Plump and growing as my seed grows within you. And everyone will know I did that.”

You moaned loudly, his words sending you over the edge as the coil your stomach snapped, body twitching as your orgasm rushed over you, but he didn’t stop his ministrations, thrusts turning sloppy as he chased his own orgasm. “I want your child, Eiji. Fuck, fill me with your seed, let me mother your child!”

“Fuck, I -” With one final thrust, he buried himself deep within you, his thick cum painting your inner walls white as he released his load. Just as you promised, your cunt clenched tightly around him, trying to milk every drop of cum he had to offer. Panting, his hands rested on the sink beside yours so he didn’t drop all of his weight on you, face against your shoulder as he slowly came down from his high.

You felt his hips move and you whined, pushing yourself back against him as you grabbed at his body, trying to keep him attached to you for as long as possible. “Don’t move, idiot.”

He lifted his head to rest his chin on your shoulder, sending you a pout. “You want to cockwarm standing up?”

“No,” you rolled your eyes, taking his hand in yours. “I want you to make sure your cum is in me long enough to get me pregnant.”

His dick twitched, heart skipping a beat at the words you offered him. He had assumed you were just getting into it in the heat of the moment, but he had been wrong. “You… You really want to have kids?”

You chuckled, leaning back against him as your hand rested against the nape of his neck, bringing his lips closer to your own. “Of course I do. Let’s be a family, Eiji.”

“Oh, Y/N!” Tears filled his eyes but he held them back, smashing his lips against yours, letting his lips express how happy and excited he felt.

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yrpspiritsintheshadows · 4 years

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A Strange Arrangement

Hideki sighed in content as he watched the whipped cream he was making double in size in the stand mixer.

There really wasn’t anything quite like the feeling of success at seeing a technique work out just like you practiced it.

“Alright, soon as this is whipped, I’ll get it into the cake and-”

There was a tugging on his apron, causing him to jump. He looked down to see Ken was giving him a puppy eyed look, tugging again on it.

“What’s up, Shark Pup?”

Ken smiled, jumping back.

“Can you make me a lunch?”

“Like, to eat here or a bento? And for that matter, why? I thought you already ate.”

Ken sighed, giving him a kicked look.

“I shared my lunch with my friends. I’m gonna be hungry real soon… Pleeeaaase?”

Hideki glanced at his mixer, checking the consistency of the whipped cream. Fluffy and nearly coming out of the bowl, just how he liked it.

“Maybe later. I need to finish my roll cake. If you’re patient, I’ll put a piece in there.”

Ken perked up, letting out a little gasp.

“Really? Can you put two?”

Hideki gave him a curious look, getting his roll cake set out on the counter and spreading the filling out atop it.

“This is really rich. It’s chocolate with strawberries and I’m gonna cover it with a ganache before freezing it. You’ll get a tummy ache on two.”

“I won’t! The other piece isn’t for me.” Ken put both his hands together, giving another pout… throwing in a whimper for effect. “Pleeeaaase?”

Hideki flinched, trying not to make eye contact. He knew that look. He had become very accustomed to it.

“Ken, please don’t make that face.”

“Pretty please?”

“Ken, who are you even hanging out with? You know you can’t feed chocolate to the dog.”

Okami, as if understanding this, let out a loud whine. Hideki rolled his eyes.

“She’s a really good friend of mine from school.” It wasn’t a lie, Ayami was waiting for him outside and he wanted to share a snack with her. “We’re going on a big hike.”

“I don’t remember hearing you talk about this friend before. Which one?”

“Her name’s Ayami.”

Hideki hummed in thought. He remembered seeing a few kids playing with Ken during park trips but never anyone by that name.

“Ayami, huh?”

He nodded, bouncing on his heels a little, leaning up to watch his big brother work. Hideki’s hands were fast as always, rolling the cake up carefully but securely before sliding it into the fridge. He moved to the stove, starting to melt chocolate together with heavy cream.

“So, can I have it? Please?”

“How long are you gonna be gone? Did you tell Dad or Mom?”

“I’ll tell them in a bit, but Mommy would just go “You have food at home, you two can eat here.” and… they don’t know Ayami’s mommy.” Ken pouted.

Hidei nodded, very familiar with that rule. He grew up with it from Aika and Daisuke. Before the age of ten, no friends were allowed in the house unless they talked to their parents first.

“Well, why not ask her to bring her mom over then? She’s gotta anyways if she’s being dropped off, right?”

Ken went very quiet at this, biting his lip.

“... Ken?” Hideki narrowed his eyes. “I’m not helping you keep a secret.”

“But it’s an important one…” Ken looked down at his shoes. “I promised.”

Hideki sighed a little. He knew that all too well. He wasn’t comfortable keeping secrets like this though. Especially if it went against their parents’ rules.

Sure, he’d gladly sneak the kid an extra cookie or stay up an hour later than he said because his favorite show was on… but when it came to going off alone, or rather, anything involving Ken’s well being after the nightmare incident, he wasn’t comfortable with that.

“Ken…” He looked up from his cooking, meeting his eyes. “I want to respect your wishes but I’m not gonna keep secrets from Mom and Dad. That’s not my thing.”

Ken looked down, breaking eye contact.

“Ayami’s not normal though.”

“Is she like you? Or like me?”

“.... She’s…” Ken mumbled something, looking away from Hideki. The teenager frowned, raising an eyebrow.

“Pardon?”

Ken smiled sheepishly, guilt in his eyes.

“She’s a ghost.”

Hideki’s eyes widened before he put a hand to his face.

“Keeennny, why didn’t you just start with that!?”

“Ehehe?” Ken kicked at the floor a little. “She’s not like a regular one though. She’s a Ghost Guardian… You know what those are, right?”

“Yeah, of course. Ghost kids who stay behind and work under Lady Phantova as her warriors against the undead.” Hideki took his pot off the stove, pouring it over the cake before shoving the entire thing into the freezer. “So, that’s who your little friend is, huh?”

“Ahuh… You see why I can’t just go “Bring your mom over.” since her mom is y’know...a GODDESS!?”

Hideki nodded, wincing a little.

“Yeah… I can imagine. At least tell Dad since I think he’d be more okay with this.”

“I’ll tell him later, Ayami’s waitin’ and I can’t cook.”

Hideki sighed, lowering his head.

“Okay, but just this once. I mean it bub.” He gave Ken a stern look. “And if you don’t tell, I will. This is not gonna be like your bad dreams. Okay?”

Ken nodded.

Hideki sighed before getting started on a relatively simple lunch, making sure there was enough for two.

“And if she offers you ghost fruit, you don’t eat it until you tell the folks. Alright?”

“Okay. Why?”

“I heard it doesn’t wear off that fast and you don’t wanna scare them with thinking you died and came back to pretend all was normal.”

Ken’s eyes widened before he nodded.

“Got it…. And Hideki?”

“Hm?”

Ken hugged him tightly.

“I love you.”

Hideki smiled softly.

“Love you too, Shark Pup.”

Things just keep getting interesting don’t they?

Honestly though, might be just the thing he needs to practice those gifts. He’s gonna see worse things than making a friend out of a dead kid.

It wasn’t long before Hideki saw Ken off, the little boy running off as he joined Ayami’s side. The ghost girl looked over her shoulder at him, giving him a thumbs up.

“Be careful.” He looked down at Okami, the dog giving a huff of annoyance. “What’s her issue?”

“It’s hard for her to keep up.” Ken frowned a little. “Okami, stay-”

The large dog bolted to his side, whining.

“Alright, alright. C’mon!”

“Be safe you two.” He waved, before the kids started to walk off… Only to jump when Hideki let out a yelp.

They looked back, seeing Eiji was standing right behind Hideki. The man raised an eyebrow, motioning with his finger for them to come back.

“... Uh oh.”

Ken gulped, hurrying back over, as Eiji knelt to his level.

“Am I in trouble?”

Eiji held up a finger, taking off his reading glasses.

“Not yet.” He gave a firm look. “First, I heard about half of what was going on in the kitchen. I was grading papers in the living room.”

Hideki winced.

“Frick…”

“You’re not in trouble. Like I said - not yet.” He gave Ken in particular a stern look. “Ken, can I finally meet your friend properly?”

“You knew!?” Ken yelped.

Eiji shrugged a little.

“I played with Ghost Guardians when I was little too. Kind of not a surprise to me, that you’d make friends with them too.” He was nostalgic as he looked Ayami over, nodding as he recognized the armor style. “Yup, the real deal… Which is why I’m not mad. But Ken, you should never be worried about this stuff, like I told you before - you can tell us anything and we won’t be mad.”

“Even if I tried to keep another secret?”

Ayami hurried over.

“It was my fault.” She insisted. “Please don’t be mad at Ken.”

Eiji looked at her, giving her a gentle look.

“I’m not mad. Like I said, I just want to know what my kids are getting up to. The woods aren’t entirely safe but if he’s got a friend like you, I think I can trust he’ll be alright… but I do want to at some point meet with your mother. Is that alright?”

Ayami nodded quickly.

“Frannie wouldn’t mind. If you played with us Ghost Guardians before then you’d know her too, right?”

“Yeah but it’s been about twenty years, give or take.” Eiji patted their heads. “But, no more of these little secrets, okay?”

“Okay!”

“Good… and Ken?”

“Huh?”

Eiji kissed his head.

“Be good and be safe.”

Ken smiled, hugging him tightly, relieved he wasn’t in trouble.

“Thank you, Daddy. I love you!” He grabbed Ayami’s hand as they ran off, Okami chasing after the children. “C’mon Aya!”

“Eep!”

Hideki and Eiji watched them go, before Eiji sighed a little.

“She’s so tiny…”

Hideki looked up at him.

“How young do you think she was?”

“Given I’ve seen Ken playing with someone I couldn’t see since he was about 4? I’d imagine she was five. She’s presenting herself as six right now but she’s still learning. Could be awhile before she decides her final age so to speak.” Eiji sighed. “Makes me just sad for her parents, if they were good ones.”

Hideki looked back to where they had gone.

“If they were anything like mine, they’d just be happy she has a life somewhere. Even if it’s just her afterlife.”

“Yeah… Welp, guess this means we might have a deity dropping in on us.” Eiji headed back inside. “I’m gonna go back sure I swept.”

“... So wait, that’s it? If Titan just showed up here, you’d be this nonchalant about it?”

“Kind of?” Eiji shrugged. “Honestly, this is just par for the course for me. I remember meeting her once when I was Ken’s age but that was twenty years ago. She probably doesn’t remember me.”

“Aww… Who could forget you?”

Eiji ruffled his hair.

“Aww shucks… Now… How about that cake eh?”

“Oh, you’re gonna love it. C’mon!”

Hideki hurried back inside, calling out for Hikaru and Carmen. Eiji looked back towards the forest, as the wind picked up around him.

The more things change… the more they stay the same.

oooooo

Ken and Okami were keeping up at a decent pace with Ayami, who was flying above them. The kids were relieved they hadn’t been in any actual trouble.

“Hey, my big brother packed a big snack enough for two people. Do you wanna share it with me?”

“Sure! When we get to a good rest spot.” She did a flip through the trees above them. “Wee!”

Ken saw a large boulder coming up. He picked up the pace, before leaping over it, forcing himself into a flip before he kept running.

“Oooo nice! You learn that recently?” She clapped a bit.

Ken grinned. The extra lessons while practicing with Chase and Eiji were paying off.

“Ahuh! Just can’t do it often.”

“Got ya…” She came to a stop, standing on a high tree branch looking around the forest. “Let’s see… Where to go…”

Ken looked around, Okami whining a bit as she nudged him along.

“Oof! Hey.”

Ayami looked down, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s up with her?”

“She smells something she doesn’t like.” Ken moved along, knowing very well that trying to go anywhere Okami deemed “danger” was a bad idea.

Ayami narrowed her eyes, looking around them, focusing on the energy of the forest.

Something was nearby but… it didn’t feel like a threat. Still, she swooped down, pulling Ken up, flying at a pace to keep up with how fast Okami was sprinting away from it.

“Oof! Hey!”

“I don’t think it’s bad but we’re not alone. Let’s not tick something off.”

“Right.” He looked behind them… He saw a bush rustle. “... Let’s get far away. Fast!”

Ayami looked behind them before using her strength to grab onto the scruff of Okami’s neck, lifting them both up.

“ARROOOOOOO!” Okami howled in alarm. She smelled it… It was close but she smelled it.

And she didn’t want it anywhere near her pup or the strange, not living pup.

“Um, Aya what are you-EEP!”

She phased them through a large brush of trees, before stopping at a large rock that had a relatively smooth surface, enough for all three of them to lay across.

“We’ll just stay here a bit.” She gave a salute. “I’ll go investigate.”

Ken frowned.

“It can’t hurt you can it?”

“Naaah. I’m already dead!” She boasted. “Nothing can hurt me!”

“Okay…”

Ayami gave a salute, before hurrying off, turning invisible. She came back to the path they had been on before, peering through the bushes and trees…

Whatever it was she had sensed and what scared Okami, was long gone now. She couldn't pick up a trace of it.

Weird… Maybe a forest spirit?

Ayami shook her head. No, that wasn’t right. It hadn’t felt dead.

The presence was alive… very much alive.

Maybe it was nothing. Probably a fox.

Still, she made note to keep close to Ken during more of these excursions if she didn’t have training.

Ayami hurried back to where Ken was waiting for her, already setting out their snack.

“Well?” He looked up, worried.

Ayami frowned.

“I couldn’t find it. It’s gone.”

“That’s good… right?”

“I think so but I’ll keep around more.” She sat on the edge of the rock, picking up a sandwich, taking a large bite out of it. “Mmm! Oooh that’s yummy! What’s in it?”

“Hideki makes this yummy sandwich spread, with veggies and cream cheese. It’s really good.” Ken smiled a little. “Aya, don’t worry, okay? I know you got my back.”

“And I intend to keep doing that.” She offered him a fist bump. “Ghost friends?”

“Not secret friends.” He nodded, bumping his fist with hers. He looked out over the forest, closing his eyes.

The forest’s energy was the same as ever but… his gut told him something else was around. He wasn’t entirely sure what it meant yet…

But he hoped it was nothing scary.

Just don’t let it hurt my family.

#Spirits in the Shadows #Ken Miyamoto #Ayami #Ghost Guardians #Original work #original writing #literature #paranormal #web series #yellow rose productions #Storm Arashi

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fuckyeahgakuenheaven · 5 years

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#40 for Sonoda/Yuki! (I like many pairings so it took a while to choose...)

#40 - a kiss …because the world is ending

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The flickering flames reflected in Sonoda Eiji’s eyes would have been beautiful if they hadn’t been consuming the wreckage of his lifelong dream. Oh, the building would be saved, thanks to the quick fire department response, but the contents would be a complete loss. Hundreds of sets of silverware and linens, hand-picked dishware imported from France, the elegant furniture, all the top-class appliances and cookware - all of it ruined either directly by the fire or indirectly by the smoke and ash as it rolled through the building. The rebirth of the Sonoda name had been in the making for years, only to be aborted in fire at the last moment.

“Opening night was tomorrow.” Sonoda’s voice was flat and empty, the dry words barely audible against the noise and bustle of the emergency responders. “The reservation list was full.”

He started at a sudden pressure on his hand, tearing his eyes from the fire to stare at the tear-stained face of the man beside him. Yuki. Of course Yuki was there. Yuki had been at his side every step of the way, offering encouragement, praise, and love - and of course, his own hard work - as Sonoda poured all of his strength and skill into his dream.

Sonoda looked away, unable to stand the expression on Yuki’s face, misery and the tenderness of empathy mixed with determination. Yuki was right to seek the good in every situation, but sometimes Sonoda wanted him to understand what it was like to be imperfect. Weak. To sink into the mire of despair and feel hopeless for more than five minutes. But that was impossible, because Yuki was strong.

Sometimes I really hate that about you. Sonoda’s hand clamped down on Yuki’s, anger rising. You’ll tell me that it’s fine, we got out safely, insurance will take care of everything, we can do it all again, but I don’t want to hear any of that shit right now!

A hand touched Sonoda’s cheek, and he reflexively turned toward Yuki. Sharp words rose, then died in his throat as Yuki’s lips brushed his. The contact was brief, but somehow the gentle touch of those salty lips made the anger subside, just a little.

“I’m so sorry. I know how important tomorrow was to you.” Yuki’s voice cracked. “Me too. I…”

“Shut up.” Sonoda pulled Yuki into a hug, hiding his tears against his lover’s messy hair.

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…I mean, this was a request for “the world is ending” soooooooooo

#Anonymous #gakuen heaven #gakuen heaven 2 #rahenna writes #sonoda eiji #asks

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fortunespeak · 7 years

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Picking Up The Pieces :: Natsume's Epilogue

Natsume struggled to hear anything above the silence on the ride away from Cliffside. Bits and pieces of the Jeggare’s orders filtered in, but it felt more like the words from a self-help tape listened to just before nodding off to sleep–muffled and otherworldly. She’d barely choked down yet another panic attack at the reveal of Kathy’s crimes, too numerous to count at this point, and it was far too soon for her thoughts to allow her any rest. What could she have done to stop it, stop Kathy from her deranged attempts at stardom? As much as the answers were more than likely “nothing” and “it wasn’t your fault”, the thoughts continued eating at her. She was supposed to support people! That… that was her life! The point of her existence! Not only had she not done that, she’d killed someone and sent several others to their death. She should have died, she should have died, why was she still alive when better people could have lived, why was she still–

If the imposing looking figure said anything in the time between leading her out of the vehicle and getting back in it, Natsume didn’t hear it. The first sound that registered was nothing more than a murmur at first, gathering volume as it approached ever closer to her until it clicked: someone… was talking on their phone. It was a business call–she could tell by the language and the tone of their voice. Upon realizing that, more sounds poured in: cars, high schoolers talking among each other, the pounding of feet across wide crosswalks, music, song, electronic blips and bloops. For the first time, the sounds of the city sounded like a lullaby, and Natsume became acutely aware of the exhaustion wracking her body.

She fumbled with her keys, trying to get into her apartment as quickly as possible, and no sooner did the door open then did it close once more as Natsume practically slammed it behind her, sliding down its chilled faux-wood covering. Everything… everything looked the same. The same small kitchen on the left, her cozy moderately sized living area, even the t-shirt she’d dropped on the way back from doing the laundry remained on the ground as if nothing had happened.

It was enough to make her want to scream.

It wasn’t normal. What they’d gone through wasn’t normal! How could things keep moving on as though a group of people weren’t kidnapped and tortured for months! Maybe they weren’t any more special than other people who went through similar or different tragedies, but didn’t… didn’t anyone CARE? Didn’t someone NOTICE?

As if a jolt of electricity ran through her at the thought, Natsume’s head shot up at attention, looking at every inch of her apartment as if it were new. She pulled herself from off the ground and as if in a trance, began moving things from their places. Spice containers were pulled away from the backsplash of her counter, cleaning supplies haphazardly tossed on the floor beside their cabinets: the fear that maybe things weren’t quite so much as she left it driving Natsume into a fit of madness. It couldn’t be that simple. Someone… someone was still watching her. Maybe the Fool–Akira, Kathy, or one of the other potentially endless amounts of Fools that they didn’t know about–had installed more cameras here. Maybe the Jeggares did. Maybe it wasn’t over. It couldn’t be over. Not so easily. At the end of the evening Natsume was pulling out boxes, only stopping when exhaustion finally won the battle against paranoia and she collapsed into the now unorganized contents strewn across her bedroom floor.

Natsume stifled a yell against the palms of her hands the moment she woke up. It wasn’t the King of Cups cabin! Where… where was… Her heart was beating rabbit fast when her mind finally caught up to her once more. Right. She was home. Whatever that meant, now.

With the adrenaline of the past day fading, her ankles throbbed with the plead of any form of legitimate physical therapy, but even outside of Cliffside, Natsume didn’t have time to entertain the idea. Fitting back into a normal life meant getting back to her normal schedule, which meant throwing on her least wrinkled blouse and skirt, shoving her poor feet into heels, and hurrying to Jaesprit as quickly and professionally as she could manage. She’d been swallowing back her pain and suffering for years, but the next few hours would be a true testament to how well she’d unintentionally prepared herself for a situation like this. She’d seen the number of voicemails she had on her phone when it finally got some juice back in it; she knew her boss would not be pleased. To put it lightly. Being chosen as the personal assistant to the director’s son was a gift. An honor. Suou Mifune’s personal assistant did NOT ignore her phone calls for a month and definitely did not just… ignore her work. Natsume could feel the hellfire brewing behind Suou’s deep brown eyes the moment she entered his office and they remained evenly trained on her. Somehow, at the end of it all, she still managed to maintain her job. But this, she knew all to well, was that he wouldn’t dare so easily give up the advantage her skill gave them moreso than any testament to a rapport or his faith in her skills.

In some ways, Natsume was correct. This wasn’t normal–this wasn’t the life she left. She’d fit back into the machine of her workplace, but it was as though she was an off-kilter cog, and eventually she would either be replaced or her spokes broken off to fit back in. Her bed held no rest for her; her dreams plagued with vivid memories of what had happened under Kathy’s watch and a few more surreal dreams of things that couldn’t have possibly happened. After all, Magnus couldn’t have gotten shot and died right in front of her: they were still exchanging letters as frequently as they could muster.

One late work night it hit her: maybe… maybe she shouldn’t try to fit into what normal used to be. Maybe it was impossible. As someone who had lived her entire life for the sake of others under the guidance of others, taking the first steps to independence and building her own life was terrifying. Much more terrifying than being stuck in a murder village. Still, it had been weeks since the Jeggare’s had returned her to her apartment–even if she refused to grow as a person, there was one thing she knew she had to do.

It was an early Saturday afternoon when Natsume called Shin’s parents. Kindly, Eiji ignored the slight noise of shock that escaped her when he picked up. Confusion quickly spread through his words–not that he wasn’t happy to hear from her, but didn’t Natsume know her parents were worried? Why hadn’t she and Shin talked to them in so long? Natsume almost hung up right then and there. Like slowly pulling out a splinter, Natsume calmly explained to them that their daughter was dead. To any other family, this may have come off as some cruel prank, but the Fukui’s knew full well that Natsume wasn’t the type of girl to joke about such a thing. And her heart continued to break the more he questioned her–even if she was willing to defy the Jeggare’s this much, she couldn’t put Shin’s parents and hers in more danger by going through all the details. More importantly, she couldn’t do that to them. Telling them Shin was dead was one thing, that she hadn’t died by her own hand, but to tell them that she’d been crushed in front of everyone for claiming a crime that Natsume committed, and that her death may very well be on the internet for every sicko with a murder fetish to see… that was too much. Too many variables that none of them could control. Too much for grieving parents to fret uselessly over. And even as she hung up and flopped back onto the couch, Natsume knew that she had done far too little. She would never be able to do enough to make up for this.

In between work and meager sleep, Natsume began making trips to visit Magnus in his little village. The both of them had decided that sending letters wasn’t nearly enough for them, and in the grand scheme of things, several hours on a train didn’t mean much compared to the time spent with a loved one. Magnus’s company was invaluable to Natsume, which she frequently told him. “I love you"s fell freely from them in all the small ways that people don’t pay much thought to: the smiles for no reason, the small, inconsequential touches, deciding what to make for dinner, and the inevitable extra moments spent holding each other in the doorway before getting on the train back home. Though they’d lost much during their time at Cliffside, some things they would never regain, they’d also found and kept a firm grip on a confidante, a true friend, and a dear loved one who would never abandon them to the terrible nightmares of their past. It seemed only natural to Natsume, then, to move in with him.

That decision, though, came much later, and after many mutual discussions about viability. First, though, Natsume had to put everything in its place, and that meant finally talking with her parents.

She hadn’t ignored them–she’d even spoken with them somewhat frequently after she’d finally admitted reality to the Fukuis. However, she was more than aware that her parents both knew that something was up, least of all because the Fukuis told them about Shin. There was no denying their invitation to visit them.

Minoh felt like a ghost of a place, like it wasn’t real and that the water that flowed from the mountainous cliffs that surrounded it were more likely to take her to the underworld than simply get her soaked. Her parents treated Natsume gently upon seeing how the previous months had taken a toll on her, but not even the strongest dam could hold back the wealth of parental love and fear that had been building all these long months.

"Please! Please… just tell us what’s wrong. I’m begging you.”

The desperation in Kozue’s voice–her mother, who never would lower herself to beg for anything–finally broke her, and Natsume explained it all. While her father Alvise took the route of immediately cradling his daughter as she remained shaking long after the whole terrible tale had met its conclusion, a fire rose in Kozue’s eyes. She knew well enough that there wasn’t anything to truly be done about this, but it didn’t stop her from complaining to the administration at Hope’s Peak in the oncoming weeks (while keeping to Natsume’s will that they don’t mention anything directly about the murders). The anger had to go somewhere, and even if they thought she was delusional, they would KNOW that somewhere along the lines, they had fucked up. With the combined efforts of the Fukuis, the Nanninis, and the people of Minoh, Shin’s spirt was finally sent off with a funeral befitting of the bombastic dancer. And near her grave could be seen ten small nice looking stones that Natsume had arranged. One for each of her peers that had died unnecessarily. If the Jeggare’s had something to say about this, they could take the whole of Minoh down with them.

The final step–the final immediate step–in Natsume’s attempt to take back her life was, strangely, the one she was least conflicted about. She always imagined it would be harder, but turning in her resignation to Suou was the least painless thing she had done in what felt like years. She had even smiled when she’d done it. For his part, he didn’t try to keep her. He’d thanked her, even, which is more than Natsume expected. Finally… finally she was free. Finally she could go and just… be with Magnus. She could live.

Things weren’t always easy: as with any couple they had their share of arguments and the flashbacks to Cliffside paired with the ever-present traumas they’d accrued made for several harrowing moments. Things were unarguably better for both of them, though. Months blissfully passed and ideas of marriage began entering both of their minds, the two playfully planning where the event should take place or what they would wear, and so on. What wasn’t on their minds, however, was a baby.

When Natsume’s sudden bout of illness was finally diagnosed as the morning variety, Magnus and Natsume were left with much to discuss. Both being employed (Natsume having found a job in the village) money wasn’t of the biggest concern, but… was it too soon? Were they ready to be parents? The prospect was scary, but the more they talked about it, the more the two decided that this was actually a blessing. They had already become like family; maybe it was time to start making one of their own.

If one was lucky enough to be invited to their modest, outdoor wedding, they would have seen Natsume, resplendent and very much pregnant in her wedding dress. Magnus buzzing amongst guests, still masked yet his joy and excitement more than palpable despite the physical barrier. Family, friends, co-workers, even Omen (who Natsume allowed to come at Magnus’s request) mingled between each other, their lively discussion and laughter filling the air around them with positivity and love.

The pain and suffering the events at Cliffside had brought would never vanish completely, but there was life outside of that. There was family. There were friends. There was hope.

#epilogue #submission

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yrpspiritsintheshadows · 4 years

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Back to the Beginning

Back to the beginning

"Dad?"

Eiji looked up from his thermal imaging camera, almost completed with repairs. "Yeah Hika?"

Hikaru squeezed his left arm, a nervous look in his eyes. He wasn't entirely sure what to do with the information bouncing around his head but… It had to come out eventually.

"Mom and I just got back from therapy…" He plopped down on the floor next to him, leaning heavily against his side.

Hikaru was making progress but having his counseling days were always mentally tiring. Having to pour all of his emotions out in about two hours was hard but somehow his therapist always managed to get it out of him.

"Michelle kicked my butt mentally. She says I'm doing better though… and I think I am too."

"That's good. Seriously, Hikaru, that's great." Eiji smiled a little.

Hikaru didn't return it, a miserable look coming to his eyes.

"She wants me to do something though."

"What?"

Hikaru fell backwards onto the floor, groaning in frustration.

"She wants me to go back to school!" He bemoaned.

Eiji's eyes widened a little.

Geeze, didn't expect THAT.

"Is that what you think you're ready for?"

Hikaru sighed heavily, laying his cheek against the floor. He supposed it had gotten pretty boring just spending time around the house or going for walks around the property when Eiji was at work and Ken was at school. It was just the twins and Carmen at home.

He admitted… he missed robotics club most of all. He could care less about anything else at school but getting to make his bots, test them out, talk to his old friends…

He had been missing it.

But…

He didn't want to go back if he was the only one ready.

"I told her not unless Hideki is. She said that wasn't fair to me." He snorted. "She's amazing but dang, she's got my number."

"Well… she has a point, Hika. You have to go things at your own pace. You love him but he has to be ready too."

"Oh… he has his own incentive to go back. I won't say what it is but you'll know it." Hikaru rolled onto his side. "Hmph…"

"If you go, I'll make you a hot, bento box." Eiji offered.

Hikaru sat up immediately.

"Now, what kind of hot bento are we talkin? Breakfast leftovers won't buy me." He smirked.

Eiji hummed in thought.

"Let's see… Chicken karaage, with hot steaming white rice could be a good main course. Gotta have sides with that since I'm not a monster."

Hikaru's stomach growled.

"... I hate you."

"Love you too, Son. But in all seriousness, if you think you're ready, I'll make sure your first day back goes well."

Hikaru stared up at the ceiling, saying nothing for awhile.

"And… if you two are really ready, then I'm ready to go back to my other job then-Ouch! Stupid camera-"

"MOVE!"

oooooo

The following Monday, Hikaru and Hideki found themselves back at Gesitville High. Where it had all started.

"You ready?" The older twin whispered.

"No, but we won't be if we don't try." Hideki whispered back, trying to hide how nervous he really was.

Hikaru took his hand, squeezing it. Eiji had gone inside before them, to let them have a bit of "normal".

"Believe me, I'm sure I'll find thirty different ways to embarrass you two before college, but I'm not gonna be unintentional embarrassment."

"Dad, that bento better be worth it."

With much trepidation… the boys headed inside, trying to ignore the strange looks they got. Some familiar faces, some they couldn't recognize.

Geistville High, right now, felt like being thrown right into a bait ball of fish, with people moving and shifting around them as they tried to maneuver through the crowd without incident.

"I… am gonna kill him." Hikaru lamented. "That food is NOT worth it."

"C'mon, Hika, history class is this way."

I regret everything about the choices I've made leading to this moment.

Hideki was looking around, trying to spot anyone he was familiar with.

"Hey, Marco is sitting by the window. You two are buddies, right?"

Hikaru peered around the corner, seeing a boy with dark skin and wild black hair, sitting by the window. His red hoodie was hanging over his chair, a thoughtful look on his face as he jotted something down.

He smiled a little.

"Yeah… We were in the bot club for a bit before he became a traitor and joined the band club." He whistled, getting the other teen's attention. "Oy, Band Geek!"

Marco looked up, his eyes lighting up.

"Hey, Robot Geek!"

Hikaru hurried over, fist bumping him before sitting in the chair behind him.

"Man, it's been way too long!"

"Tell me about it. You know, my Abuelita's been harassing me about if you've been okay for like a month, right?" Marco turned in his seat, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope." Hikaru chuckled a little, resting his chin on his hand, propping it up. "Do tell."

Marco cleared his throat, making his voice sound as high pitched as he could get it.

"THAT BOY IS SO SKINNY!" He exclaimed, with a mock furious look before the boys broke down laughing.

"I know that pain too well now!" Hikaru gasped.

"Oh, just wait…" Marco's gaze softened. "Seriously though, you okay? There was some weird rumor about Hideki skipping town after you vanished because of some weird stuff."

"That's… a story I'd really rather not tell." Hikaru replied, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Halls have ears… but I am glad to be back. Well not glad but-" He pulled out his lunch, still wrapped up to keep the contents hot. "I got bribed."

"Ah, hot lunch. Yep. What you packing?"

"Japanese style fried chicken, hot rice and rolled omelette. You?"

Marco snorted.

"Leftovers. Love 'em, but my sister managed to wreck my lunch box, so, guess what I got sent to school with?"

"Butter containers?"

"Oh no, that's the good china." Marco barked out a laugh before he gave a flat look. "No, sour cream."

"I know your pain."

"Mom!? I can't find the butter!"

"Check behind the sour cream."

Hikaru blinked, staring down into the container he had opened. Instead of soft, velvety butter he was met with leftover pork from the previous night.

What kind of witchcraft was this?

Ken nudged his side a little.

"Step aside, hermano. Watch a pro." He pulled out what used to be a whipped cream container, opening it to reveal a butter stick inside. The six year old had a big grin on his face as he gave a bow.

"... Mom? This isn't a regular thing, right?"

"Hm? No, I'm just using those until they break? I'm sorry."

"And so, I got one upped by a six year old."

Marco was laughing so hard tears were running down his face.

"BAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU! IT IS A THING!" He wiped at his eyes. "Ahhh, that is rich, man. That, is seriously rich."

"Right?"

The bell rang as they hurried to get back into proper order, grabbing their textbooks.

Chase walked in, giving a nod to the class.

"Good morning, class. I hope you're all well - Hikaru, I want your mom to give me back my good china!"

Marco gave him a smirk.

HIkaru rolled his eyes.

"Shut up." He whispered.

Marco mimed wiping away a tear from his face.

Hikaru shook his head, smiling a bit as Chase went on with the lesson.

He hated to admit it… it was good to be back.

Heh…

… Wait a second, that wasn't even our containers in the fridge!?

THE HECK IS THIS CRAP!?

ooooo

Eiji sighed in relief when school ended. He was eager to get home, maybe get some work done before dinner.

The twins slumped at their desks before heading to go get their things.

"I'll meet you two at the front. Don't go anywhere without me. Okay?"

"Okay, Dad."

"Bye, Dad!"

They hurried off, already disappearing into the stampede… a lot calmer than they had been.

"Hey, Mr. Family man."

Eiji looked over as Chase leaned against the doorway a grin on his face.

"How's it feel having them both in class?"

"Honestly… it wasn't that bad." Eiji chuckled. "They're smart kids and since Hideki isn't so stressed out anymore… they're honestly excelling. Both of them."

"Great. Hikaru threw a paper ball at my head."

Eiji bit his lip, trying not to grin.

"And?"

"... Alright, so I asked Carmen for the crap containers back."

Eiji barked out a laugh, shoving him a little after he gathered his things up.

"That was your own dang fault then!"

"Yeah, yeah. Y'know, we got a hit on the site. Not like… you wanna look into it."

Eiji turned to him, giving him a smirk, though his eyes had a warning look.

"Sure! You're still banned from my car! Ask Skyler to drive ya home!"

"The heck-EIJI C'MON! I SAID I WAS SORRY!"

"You're also buying donuts for the next meeting, which will be soon, depending on if I get stuff done in time. See ya!"

He hurried off before Chase could utter a response, laughing to himself.

Today's gone well.

Really, really well.

"C'mon you two, let's get Ken and go home!"

"Coming, Dad!"

And that, is still music to my ears.

#Spirits in the Shadows #Spirits in the Shadows Ken #Spirits in the Shadows Eiji #Spirits in the Shadows Hikaru #Spirits in the Shadows Chase #Spirits in the Shadows Hideki #Spirits in the Shadows Carmen #Carmen Miyamoto #Chase Armati #Eiji Miyamoto #Hikaru Miyamoto #Hideki Miyamoto #Ken Miyamoto #Literature #original work #original characters #Marco Rivera #Storm Arashi #Yellow Rose Productions

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yrpspiritsintheshadows · 5 years

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The water was so cold… Why did they keep it so cold?

He shivered, bringing his arms around himself.

“Five more laps then your done for today. Go.”

He looked up to where the voice was coming from.

Why? Why order him about? It wasn’t his idea to be here in the first place.

“Hikaru…”

It wasn’t his idea… to have his parents’ spirits have to protect him after they were killed.

“Hikaru…”

“WHERE ARE MY PARENTS? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THEM!?”

“Shhh… You don’t need to worry your head about the other test subjects.”

“Please… I’ll do anything! Just tell me!!”

“... They were dispatched two hours ago.”

“No… NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

“Hikaru.”

Hikaru gasped, shooting up in bed, his heart racing, panting trying to catch his breath. The room was dark, save for the moonlight that drifted in from his window.

That’s right… I’m not in the lab anymore…

“Hikaru?”

His head snapped to the side, seeing Hideki was standing next to him, holding his pillow.

There was concern in his eyes, laying a hand on Hikaru’s shoulder.

“You dreamt about it too?”

He sighed shakily, nodding, making room on the bed for his brother.

“Yeah… I… I dreamt about when they first started running me through that course….”

Hideki frowned, climbing up beside him, bringing an arm around his shoulders.

“I saw… I’m so sorry that happened… I’m sorry I wasn’t there-”

“Don’t!” He snapped a little before taking a deep breath, composing himself. Hideki was technically his “little” brother. He had to be responsible. “Don’t apologize for something you can’t help… They probably would’ve killed you too.”

Hideki hugged him tightly.

“Still…”

Hikaru returned the embrace as the two lied back in the bed, huddling close.

It had been a long last couple of days. Finalizing paperwork, giving statements to the police, getting what was still at their parents' house. Most of it wound up in basement storage, the rest, the boys put up in their rooms, recreating what their setups used to be before. But nightmares still were a pain to deal with.

Especially, when they were so intense that sometimes both twins dreamt about the same thing.

“We should tell them tomorrow.” Hideki yawned a little, burrowing his face into his pillow. “I don’t wanna lose more sleep.”

Hikaru brought the blanket up around him, laying down again.

“Yeah… Me too.” He closed his eyes, sighing heavily. “Sides… the ceremony’s on Friday.”

“Don’t remind me…” Hideki pulled the blanket up over his head. “I didn’t wanna go back to the water just yet.”

“That says a lot, considering if you had your choice we’d have all lived in Cacharadon for life instead of just a few months.”

“... That was different.”

Hikaru brought an arm over him.

“I know.”

I know all too well.

He nuzzled Hideki, humming softly. He didn’t want either of them to sleep just yet. Not with minds fogged over with nightmares and memories that were all too fresh.

Hideki smiled a little, recognizing the tune. A song their mother had sung to them when they were small… and still did, even if now it was in dreams.

“And all the light will be, will be… and all the waves, the sea…” Hikaru sung softly, breaking off into humming once more.

“And all the waves, the sea… And all the light will be…” Hideki yawned, nuzzling his twin, sighing in content.

Full moon swims, Mom’s Enya music blasting in the car on that rocky beach…

I promise, I’m gonna take care of him… I promise.

“Hey… Hikaru?”

“Yeah?”

Hideki smiled faintly, closing his eyes.

“I’m glad you’re back.”

Hikaru smiled softly, curling up beside him.

“I’m glad to be back.”

oooooo

Carmen yawned, heading out of the master bedroom. She had to get an early start if everyone was going to eat on time.

She swore the last few days had gone by like a blur. From a mother of one, open to the idea of trying for another, to suddenly having three.

She stopped short by Hikaru’s room, listening in.

He was still fast asleep… they both were, curled up beside each other. She peered in, noting one of the boys had kicked off the blanket in the middle of the night.

They have to get up soon… but I can spare them a few more minutes.

She went in, dusting off the blanket before tucking the boys back in. She looked them over, sighing in content.

These were her boys now.

They’re really my kids now….

I can’t replace Aika, but I’m gonna do everything in my power to be a good mother to them.

She kissed their foreheads, starting to make her way out… wincing as Hideki let out a yawn, sitting up.

The boy stretched, wincing as his joints cracked, looking to her blearily.

“... Ohayo…”

“Morning…” She put a finger to her lips. “You can go back to sleep. It’s okay.”

Hideki shook his head, getting out of bed, making sure Hikaru was still fully covered.

“Nah…” He followed her out, closing the door behind them. “What’s goin on today? More legal stuff? Another check up?”

“Nope, none of that. We got a reprieve from that mijo.”

Hideki smiled, keeping close to her as they headed for the kitchen.

“I really like it when you say that.”

Carmen smiled, ruffling up his hair a little.

“You’re my son.” She straightened up. “Now, you wanna help me make breakfast?”

“I was hoping. Things have been so crazy lately, I’ve never gotten to really help out.” Hideki grinned sheepishly. “And your food is so yummy. I really wanna learn how to make it.”

“Maybe we can help each other. You good with Japanese cooking?”

“My specialty!”

“I suck at it. Nothing ever tastes the way it does when Eiji cooks. Maybe you could give me a hand?”

Hideki beamed, grabbing up an apron hanging off the island, tying it on.

“It’d be my pleasure.”

They got right to work, the kitchen soon turning into a flurry of activity.

Carmen watched him out of the corner of her eye, noting how fast he moved, all across the kitchen without missing a single beat.

This was one of the few times he was truly relaxed. He could just focus on the meal that was forming before him, adjusting the flavors.

“Alright, the trick for a really delicious miso soup is this.” Hideki carefully placed about half a teaspoon of miso into the ladle, using a set of metal chopsticks to whisk it into the broth. “You go, just a little at a time until it’s how you like it.” He poured a bit out into two tasting spoons. “Here.”

Carmen took a taste, sighing happily at the mellow flavor.

“Oh, that is the good stuff.”

“Right? I like about this much, with a little bit extra because we’re adding tofu that’ll really suck all the flavor up.” Hideki watched her for a moment as he went to cut the tofu… twirling the knife in his hand before doing so.

“Hey! No one likes a show off but me.” She laughed.

“Hee?”

Even with what he deems as simple he has such a passion for it… I wonder…

“Hideki?”

“Hm?” He looked up.

Carmen stirred the pot on the stove, giving him a curious look.

“How much do you like cooking?”

He smiled, looking back down at the cutting board.

“Cooking just has always been a part of me. Ever since I was little and helping Okaa-san in the kitchen.” He chuckled a little. “I was always getting in her way, wanting to know what magic she was making in that tiny kitchen back in Tokyo.”

“Aww… That’s wonderful.” She hurried by him to set another pod in their coffee maker, sighing happily as the aroma of fresh coffee made itself present.

He snickered.

“Whaaat?”

“No, sorry just…” Hideki snickered again, giving her a grin. “You sound just like Hikaru!”

Carmen blinked.

“Wait… Hikaru already drinks coffee!?”

“Only during competition stuff for his robotics club stuff. or when he’s tinkering. All night. “

She eyed the cup.

“I guess I should be glad it’s only certain occasions, eh?”

“Yeah, he’s trying to get better about it. Used to be really bad during cram sessions for school.” Hideki rolled his eyes. “Otou-san had to cut him off.”

Carmen frowned a little.

“Right…”

“You two don’t have to call us anything you don’t want to. We’re fine if you just wanna call us by our names, or even just “Hey you,” it’s your decision, boys. There is no pressure.”

The twins were confused, giving Carmen and Eiji bewildered looks. They had just come back from the court hearing about custody being given to the Miyamotos… They were confused to say the least.

“Why?” Hikaru asked, tilting his head.

“Because, we don’t wanna replace your parents. We love you and want the best for you… including what you’re comfortable calling us by.” Carmen explained.

“Well, we already talked about that.” Hideki rubbed the back of his neck, biting his lip.

Hikaru looked up at the ceiling.

“Otou-san and Okaa-san. Father and Mother. That’s how we’ll call our...” Hikaru looked down. “Our late parents..”

“If it’s okay with you guys.”

“Of course.”

They’re good kids.

She shook her head, trying to get back to her previous train of thought before she snapped her fingers.

“Hideki, where do you want to go with cooking?”

“Eh?” He gave her a confused look. “Why?”

“Well… I wanna get to know you better. I wanna know what your passions are, your dreams… All that.”

He grinned sheepishly.

“Well… promise not to laugh?”

“Mother’s honor.” She smiled softly.

“Well… I wanna open a restaurant.” He said quietly. “One with all kinds of techniques and good food, for really good prices, so people all over can come and get a good meal. I wanna make people happy with what I make for them.” He gave her a small grin. “Like you.”

Carmen smiled softly.

“Oh, mijo…”

“What do you think?”

“I think, we’ll be setting up a culinary school trust fund too.”

She squeaked a little when he rushed to her, hugging her tightly.

“You mean it?!” He asked, an excited look in his eyes.

Carmen brought an arm around him, kissing his head.

“I promise. And when you open that restaurant, I’ll be first in line.” She cupped his cheek a little. “Okay?”

Hideki smiled brightly.

“Okay!” He chirped before hurrying back to the stove. “You’re so cool!”

Carmen grinned to herself.

Heh… I’m the “cool” mom.

oooooo

“BIG BROTHER!!!”

Hikaru yelped as he was awoken. He coughed, trying to catch his breath, looking up… to see the big blue eyes of Ken looking down at him. The little boy had a bright smile on his face, sitting on his chest.

“Good morning!” He chirped.

It took him a moment to register what just happened before groaning, trying to pull his pillow over his head.

“Nooo, not morning. Go back to bed.”

“Nuh uh, I know that trick!” He giggled before flinging the pillow away. “C’mon, wake up!!”

Hikaru rolled his eyes, smirking. Before Ken could respond, the teen lunged up, pulling him into his arms.

“RAWR!”

“EEEP!” He squealed, wiggling up a storm. “The monster has me!”

“BWUAHAHAHAHA!” Hikaru laughed, messing up his hair even more. “THE KING OF THE PREDATOR BORN HAS DESCENDED!!”

“EEEEK!” Ken laughed harder, squirming. “OKAMI! HALP!”

“Not even dogs can save you now!”

Heh… Reminds me of when me and Deki were this little. We jumped on our parents a lot to wake them up too…

Hikaru stopped after a moment, hugging Ken close to him.

I’m still tired…

“Hikaru?” Ken asked, tilting his head.

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?”

Hikaru smiled, exhaustion in his eyes.

“I will be kiddo. You ever have bad dreams?”

Ken fumbled with his fingers, nodding.

“All the time.” He said softly, looking down. “Of lots of stuff.”

Hikaru ruffled his hair.

“I had bad dreams last night.”

Ken leaned up, wrapping his arms around him.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Shark Pup. C’mon, let’s go see your-our family.” He lifted him up, carrying him out. “Where is your fluff ball anyways?”

“I dunno.” Ken blinked. “Kami usually always comes when I call.”

There was a whimpering coming from the kitchen as they made their way in… trying not to laugh.

Okami was laying at Hideki’s feet, whining every time he flipped the rolled omelette he was making.

“Okaaamiii!” Ken whined, hopping out of Hikaru’s arms. “You silly!”

Hikaru rolled his eyes.

“Can never trust anyone around Deki’s cooking. They all become entranced.” he snuck up behind his twin, ruffling up his hair. “Nya! You freakin food siren!”

“HEY! KARU!!!”

Carmen giggled, shaking her head.

“Hikaru, Ken, help me set the table. Hideki, go get Eiji, please?”

“Kay!”

“Si, Mommy!” Ken hugged her around the waist before hurrying to do as asked.

It wasn’t long before Eiji came down the stairs, the man still wearing his pajamas.

“Morning…” He yawned, kissing Carmen on the cheek. “How are all my favorite people?”

“Starving.” Carmen nuzzled him. “How’d you sleep?”

“Barely.” He tucked his head into her neck, sighing heavily. “M’just so tired.”

“I know, mi amor…” She stroked his back. “Now, make yourself comfortable. Breakfast is ready.”

“Oh.” He looked at the spread, giving her a wide eyed look, more awake now.

It was a full traditional Japanese breakfast. The kind he usually made on the weekend.

“... You did this!?”

“We did it together.” Hideki smiled, setting the rice cooker down on the table, serving himself. “I wanted to help.”

Eiji smiled, sitting down, putting his hands together.

“This is gonna be wonderful. Alright. together now!”

“THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD!”

This is just what I needed. Oooh sweet glorious food. He closed his eyes, sighing happily.

“Hideki, you are a genius in the kitchen.”

The boy beamed.

“T-Thank you.”

“That’s my bro.” Hikaru offered a fist bump. “Great job, Otouto.”

“Hee.” He met it. “Thanks Hikaru… Did you ever get back to sleep?”

“... Moderately?” He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “There’s just… a lot on my mind lately.”

Eiji and Carmen exchanged a concerned look.

“You don’t have to tell us right away…” Carmen laid a hand on his shoulder. “But we want to help if we can.”

Hikaru fidgeted, looking down. He shook his head.

“Hey.” She tilted his chin up. “We’re never gonna judge you. No pressure, but I have your back.” She gave him a serious look. “You’re my son now too.”

Hikaru smiled faintly.

“Yeah… I know.” He played with his food a little. “I’m just… I guess I’m still not… me again.”

“That’s okay.” Carmen squeezed his shoulder.

“Like Carmen said, we got your back.” Eiji gave him a reassuring look. “We’ll get you the help you need. Both of you.”

“I… I guess it wouldn’t hurt. To see someone about all this.” Hikaru propped his chin up. “I’m just… I’m so tired.”

“That’s what’ll happen. Honestly, I’m proud of you for speaking up.” Eiji’s gaze softened. “This makes it a bit easier. I actually did make an appointment for you both. Separate therapists but if you want the same one-”

“Same one!”

Hikaru looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Is that why you were up all night?”

Eiji rubbed the back of his neck.

“Guilty as charged. You guys have been through stuff. No kids your age should’ve had to endure.”

“And we just want the best.”

Hikaru leaned over, hugging Carmen with his free arm, relaxing a little bit.

“... Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, mijo.”

I just…. I can’t do this alone.

But it’s okay. I’m gonna get better.

I’m gonna be okay.

#spirits in the shadows #Hikaru Kishimoto #Hideki Kishimoto #Carmen Miyamoto #ken miyamoto #Eiji Miyamoto #original characters #family #writeblr #original writing #storm arashi #yellow rose productions

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