#they have the manliest faces in the group.... why am i just now thinking about it

[dynyamight]

“you look a little lonely” + twirls into a dance 🧡💚

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“You look a little lonely.” + twirls into a dance

“Those dress shoes are meant for dancing with someone, you know.” Sero snickers, “Not just to look fresh.”

Bakugou huffs, “Fuck off.”

Standing in front of him, Kaminari continues to pull at his arms, beckoning him to stand. “C’mon! The teachers are ending the dance in an hour, and you haven’t danced! Not even to one song!”

Seated right beside Bakugou, Kirishima chuckles. “Guys, he’s not budging.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Sero laughs, shaking his head, “Man, if you were gonna show up, then why sit around all night, Bakugou?”

“That’s none of your fucking business.” Bakugou sneers.

“It is, if you’re going to be such a wet blanket!” Kaminari grits through his teeth, still straining to pull Bakugou up to his feet.

After a few more attempts, all of which Bakugou simply doesn’t budge, Kirishima finally swats at Kaminari, shoo’ing the two boys away. When both friends refuse, he shakes his head.

“Go back to the dance floor, you two! The girls are missing you!” He laughs at them.

As they walk away from the round table, Bakugou finally looks over to Kirishima. “I don’t remember asking you to stay.” He mutters.

Immediately, Kirishima sweats, rubbing an awkward hand on the back of his neck. “Y-Yeah, dances aren’t really my thing, either. Hate them, actually.”

Bakugou raises a brow, wordlessly.

Kirishima sighs in defeat, looking away from him. “Right, well, I do like to dance. But,” He blushes furiously, as red as his tie, “I-I mean, you heard Sero. We’re supposed to be dancing with others. And, I’m not exactly the best.”

“Who the fuck cares?”

“Me.” Kirishima groans, “That’s who cares.”

Staring back at the dancefloor, improvised in Gym Gamma, Bakugou eyes at the several first years bundled in the crowd. From all departments and classes, he barely could recognize anyone, other than his classmates.

Yet, even then, some of his classmates looked completely different; dressed in formal wear and makeup.

But, there’s one thing he can most certainly recognize.

In the middle of the huge crowd, jumping and spinning into impressive moves, was Ashido. She had the dancefloor shouting and yelling in cheers.

Glancing back at Kirishima, Bakugou wants to laugh at how crestfallen his friend looks.

He doesn’t. Instead, he simply slumps into his seat, crossing his arms. “She wouldn’t mind.”

“Dude, I’m not asking her to dance.”

“I never said that shit.” Bakugou rolls his eyes, “But sure, go ahead.”

Fervently, Kirishima shakes his head, his cheeks blooming red. “Not in front of all those people! Maybe, if it were just the two of us, I wouldn’t mind. But, god, with everyone there, that’s-”

“Red Riot would.”

“...He would?”

“Yeah, he fucking would.” Bakugou snorts, keeping a steady, firm gaze at Kirishima. “Ain’t that manliest shit any guy could do? Pick up the girl he wants, and claim her in front of the world. The Red Riot Unbreakable would do that shit in a heartbeat.”

In his thoughts, Bakugou’s mind calls himself a hypocrite. He squishes the thought away.

Regardless, he feels prideful, as he watches his once timid stricken friend visibly grow confident, like a sunflower standing against the sunrays. Getting up from his seat, Kirishima throws a fist in the air.

“That’s right!” Kirishima exclaims above the music, “Red Riot would get the girl! He always gets the girl.”

Bakugou smirks. “Exactly. So, go fucking knock Pinky off her feet, Shitty Hair.”

When Kirishima leaves, Bakugou slumps back in his seat, crossing his arms. There was still another hour of sitting around, so might as well get comfortable.

Internally, he begins to berate himself; Why the fuck did he show up? This was the biggest mistake in all Bakugou history, and he never makes mistakes. He should have stayed back in the dorms, up in his room, alone, and at peace. Why was he here?

Sero’s right. If he was going to show up, then why sit around all night? Bored out of his mind.

And, just like that, his brain reminds him. A memory of the classroom, with Yaoyorozu asking Midoriya if he is going to attend the school dance. And, from where he was seated, Bakugou had heard Midoriya saying he would.

Midoriya was going to the dance. And, suddenly, Bakugou wanted to go.

“You look a little lonely.”

Bakugou blinks, at first thinking his own thoughts had reverbated louder in his head. But, when he looks up to check his surroundings, he’s instantly met with Midoriya, standing in front of him.

Quickly, right when their eyes meet, Midoriya visibly stiffens. “S-Sorry!” He starts, “I mean, if you have been wanting to be alone, I’ll just, um, leave you be.”

Bakugou looks down at Midoriya’s suit; brown striped coat, yellow under dress shirt, black bow tie, and those red, obnoxious sneakers. An ugly sight to see, quite honestly.

But, when he glances back up to see Midoriya’s wild curls, against his soft face, sprinkled freckles, and shining with those green irises, Bakugou feels his breath get caught in his throat.

He coughs, “Nah. you’re good.” He mumbles.

“Th-That’s reassuring.” Midoriya offers a short laugh, despite everything about his body looking nervous. “So, you are alone, right Kacchan?”

“Yeah, and I guess you can stay, if that’s what you’re planning.”

“Um, I-I wasn’t going to stay here, actually.” Midoriya stutters, his hands gripping at his sides.

Bakugou tilts his head. “The fuck? Then, why make your way over here?”

Instantly, Midoriya’s face floods pink. “Uh, funny that you ask that. I-I, uh, I was just, you know, thinking. Yeah, it was just a thought. That, um, you most likely don’t like to dance. But, possibly, you could. It was possible that, uh, you would like to dance. But, maybe not just with anyone. But, I-I’m not anyone. Well, maybe I am. And, I’m just hoping I’m not just anyone to you. So-”

“Izuku, what the fuck are you even saying?!” Bakugou yells.

“Do you want to dance with me?!” Midoriya shouts back.

“What?!” Bakugou blurts.

It gets worse. “I said, ‘Do you want to dance?!!” Midoriya shouts louder, eyes closed shut tight. “With me?!”

“I heard you the first time, idiot!” Bakugou screams.

“Then, why did you ask?!”

“It was a fucking expression!”

Slapping his hands over his flushed face, Midoriya bends over. “Oh my god, this is humiliating. Forget I ever asked, Kacchan. I promise, I will do anything. Just, forget this happened.” He pleads, muffled by his palms.

Quickly, Bakugou stands up, and grabs Midoriya's arm. Pulling him from behind, he shouts from behind, “Follow me, and don’t you fucking dare double take!”

Frantically searching throughout the gym, Bakugou’s terribly realizing that the whole place has groups spread out all over, without an open area in sight. He tries to pull them in between tables, chairs, and other U.A students. But, alas, he couldn’t find a single-

Midoriya taps on his shoulder. When Bakugou turns around, he sees Midoriya pointing over to the far left.

“Why don’t we move to the corner, in that empty space?” Midoriya offers weakly.

By the closed entrance doors, there was graciously a spot, open enough for just them, and away from the entire crowd at the end of the gym. The relief that spread through Bakugou’s chest was long, and well needed.

Slowly, they make their way over to the area, completely quiet as finally Bakugou turns to face Midoriya. Letting go of Midoriya’s arm, Bakugou is left to awkwardly keep his arms at his sides.

“What do you want me to do now, Deku?”

Unable to look directly at him, Midoriya takes a step closer, staring down at their shoes. “We’re supposed to start dancing.” He whispers.

“No shit, I know that.” Bakugou hisses, “So, hurry up and tell me what the fuck you want to do!”

Midoriya’s face blushes a deeper pink; a color that Bakugou can’t seem to stop staring at.

“I want, um, this hand here.” Midoriya nervously grabs onto Bakugou’s left hand, guiding it up to his shoulder. “And, this hand,” He grabs his right hand, “will go over here.”

It takes Bakugou way too long for his pride to notice that his right hand was never going to be placed anywhere. Instead, it was meant to be clasped in Midoriya’s calloused, warm hand.

Midoriya was waiting for his reaction, and all Bakugou had done in the long seconds that passed was stare at their hands. How fucking embarrasing.

“When are you going to move, Deku?” Bakugou grits out, hoping to play off his slow reaction.

Immediately, he feels a jolt in Midoriya, as he quickly places his other hand on Bakugou’s waist. “R-Right, um, sorry! I just got nervous!”

Bakugou internally hopes Midoriya can’t feel how drenched his hands feel.

The first few steps, Midoriya’s face cringes at each stomp on his toes Bakugou ends up making. He hates how fucking dumb dancing is, making him second guess every move, unlike any battle he has ever faced. The confidence that Bakugou once dripped in was dried out, completely nowhere to be found.

Yet, each time he makes a dreadful, painful error, Midoriya always meets his gaze with a soft smile. “D-Don’t mind.” He reassures each time.

And, dammit, that only makes Bakugou’s heart race faster, banging in his chest.

He doesn’t know when it started to get easier, but he finally notices he isn’t stepping on Midoriya as much as he did before. Instead, they were easily swaying, side by side, rocking in their small little space. The music wasn’t that much of a slow song, but they nevertheless took their time together, just the two of them.

“There’s only a few more songs left.” Midoriya says.

Bakugou huffs, looking back up at Midoriya, instead of the floor. “That fucking sucks.” He admits.

Midoriya softly smiles back, “Yeah.. It really does. I wish I had danced with you from the start.”

“..Me too.”

“Let’s try to make the world spin slower, Kacchan.” Midoriya whispers to him, still smiling. “So, the night can last longer.”

And, with ease, Midoriya lifts his arm over Bakugou’s head, and twirls him in dance.

#star responds #SCHOOL DANCE !!! because who doesn't like two blushing idiots #also bAKUGOU CAN'T DANCE HAHA #makes the entire thing just so fluffy #i seriously wrote so much IM SORRY #but i hope you like it anon <3 #bakudeku #anon

[thedreadvampy]

ok the thing I'm struggling to find words for in my mind tonight is. a deep discomfort with the framing that complex relationships to sexuality and gender are something exclusive to queerness. that cishet people's relationship to sexuality and gender is by definition simple. and that's a tempting idea and like, yeah, there's much less impetus for a cishet person to examine their sexuality and gender. but that doesn't mean there's no complexity to it. and this isn't intended as a Don't Be Mean To The Poor Straights post it's just. observably not true that no cishet person has a complex relationship to sexuality and gender.

queerness is a complicating factor in people's relationship to sexuality and gender - we are made more conscious of the ways we don't fit what's expected, our sexuality and gender is often what is used to justify marginalisation and it comes with a whole host of pain and joy because of that, and the way that queerness is marginalised forces us into direct conversation with our sexuality/gender

but queerness isn't the only complicating factor in people's relationships to sexuality and gender. like as a woman who is pretty Definitely Cis I still have a huge ongoing wrestle with my gender - it's female, but what that means and how that's expressed and how that affects how i move through the world is still complicated and fraught and often messy and contradictory. that doesn't make me trans but it does feel pretty alienating that in a lot of queer spaces there's this implied assumption that the only type of gender complexity is a discovery of non-cisness.

(and tbh a lot of the time that's fair because a lot of people aren't cis and as I say like. it's much easier to Never Have These Conversations (with others or with yourself) if you're cis. so a lot of cis people never really name their gender troubles because they're not brought face to face with them.)

but there are a lot of things that affect your relationship to your gender. for me, I know I'm a woman, but how I'm a woman is a messy question wrapped up in trauma, in misogyny, in bisexuality, in autism, in body image, in the specifics of who I am and how I relate to the world and how I want to be seen and why. and there kind of is a thing in a lot of IRL queer spaces I hang out in where people jump straight to diagnosing me with Trans of Gender if I try to discuss a complex relationship with womanhood, or a desire to present as GNC, or a discomfort with being performed in certain gendered ways. and for a lot of people that is a step on the route but as far as I can tell it's not for me, I've spent many years trying out the shape of different genders because I had got into a headspace that any complexity in my relationship to genders must mean I was Not Cis, and for me it just didn't fit, womanhood remained the best fit. and I don't regret that, I think in an ideal world everyone should push themselves to question their gender and try out and see what good, and some people are just statistically gonna be cis like. it would be a weird numbers game for absolutely nobody's gender and sex to line up.

but I'm getting sidetracked. I was thinking about how cis and het people have the capacity for equally complex relationships to gender and sexuality as anyone else, and why that's important.

(I've never been straight or even thought I was straight, but I have occasionally talked to straight people and like. I have never met anyone, straight or queer, with a simple and uncomplicated relationship to their own sexuality - is it right, is it socially acceptable, there's shame, there's trauma, there's confusion, there's gendered and racialised and ableist baggage)

and like. it isn't that sexuality and gender aren't less of a fraught space for cishet people as a group than for queer people as a group. obviously in a group that faces a history and present of marginalisation and active violence on the basis of sexuality and gender, those are more intense complexities, and because of that there's also more intense joy as well as intense conflict. we are able to build community through marginalisation. we're brought face to face with our complex relationships to ourselves and because we can't ignore it we have built the language and community and frameworks to explore it and revert in it in a way many cis het people haven't.

but.

understanding intersectionality means understanding that as much as the marginalisation of queerness is bound up in the complexity of our relationships to gender and sexuality, so are power structures of race and gender and health and neurodivergence and wealth and class and geography and culture and language and religion and politics and education.

ultimately sexuality and gender are a huge element in how we relate to the world and our bodies and ourselves. and how the world relates to us. and there isn't a person on earth for whom that's 100% simple.

and idk I think a) to pretend that cishet people can't experience their bodies and themselves in a complex way is just a denial of reality, b) it simplifies out the many intersections of identity and power in all of us (even the straightest cisest manliest rich white dude) that make our social and personal identities messy and intricate and c) it gets in the way of us building meaningful intracommunity solidarity through a shared understanding of the beauty and pain and infinite variety of gender and sexuality

also idk. it's weird to me. to me it posits that to be cis, to be straight, to be allosexual and alloromantic, is a default whereas queerness is a deviation. and I just don't believe that, I don't think there's a 'normal' and uncomplicated Default State and then everyone outside it is a complication. I think there's value in embracing that othering in the world we live in, where we need to find strength in anger and in resistance, but I don't think it represents a truth about the world as much as a reclamation of the weapons used against us.

to me it feels similar to the way that white people thinking of ourselves as aracial and everyone else as racialised is an act of unconscious white supremacy. or the way that people are really keen to draw a sharp line between the Disabled Other and the Healthy Normal People. the idea that there's Normal People and Diverse People isn't...good...really? and this is in itself a messy issue because I do think there's a lot of power and value in taking pride in the complexity and thoughtfulness of queer relationships to sex and gender and I don't think there's some great evil in joking at the expense of the privileged. but when that starts to inform your actual serious thinking I think it can be counterproductive because erasing the complexity of cishet identities and acting as if any complexity in relationship to sexuality and gender means someone's Wrong About Being Straight/Cis is kind of reinforcing the otherising of queerness.

ughhhhh this is why I say it's hard to find words. because to me now it sounds like I'm saying 'don't suggest people might be queer' and like. do do that. we're in a world where that space isn't left open for the vast majority of people and straight or not, cis or not, allo or not, I think pretty much everyone benefits from having the space and community and language to have a conversation with their own identity. but that's kind of my thing like that conversation doesn't have a right answer. the conversation needs to have room for a model of straightness and a model of cisness that doesn't immediately slam the door on further exploration.

(also I've mostly been taking about cishet people here but let's be honest it's really a question of cis AND/OR het. one thing I'm finding really difficult at the moment is that there seems to be a lot of conversations about queerness and gender expression which conflate GNCness and a complex relationship to gender exclusively with being trans, and a lot of the time talk about how being a woman and being sapphic affect your relationship to gender are understood as less authentic explorations where they incorporate cis gendered identities. and a lot of discussions about complex cis wlw relationships to gender and womanhood get coopted by terfs who think that because their complex experience of gender is a cis one that means all complex experiences of gender are cis ones being wishfully misinterpreted (this is because TERFs have. no capacity or will to imagine experiences beyond their own, apparently) and that leaves. for me. often very little room to authentically discuss and explore with others my own identity as a cis wlw who uses she/her pronouns and still has a complex relationship to gender. and indeed as someone whose attraction to men (and no it's not straight but it's different-gender) is as textured and complex as her attraction to women. like it's a long way off the top of the list of Things To Worry About but I think about it a lot.)

#another long one tonight folks #sometimes you just gotta braindump when you should be getting ready for bed #and then oops 1am #queer #bisexual #cisgender

[pearl-blue-musings]

Never Been Kissed: Kirishima Eijirou

Our manliest man everyone!

Warnings: suicide attempt, depression, angst so please read with caution

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x fem!reader

Before we begin with this I want to say that if any of you are struggling with suicidal thoughts, kinda like me rn so this is a little self indulgent, please do not hesitate to reach out to anyone here and even me! 

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The snow continues to fall outside, covering the streets and buildings around your shared apartment. It’s New Years Eve and you were hoping that your boyfriend would be back by now.

Your relationship with Red Riot didn’t have a typical start. Your quirkless self had been pulled through the ringer. Your ex fiancé had broke it off for someone who had an incredible quirk and could satisfy his dreams better than you could. Your parents hadn’t spoken to you, ashamed of having a quirk less child and cut all ties with you. And to top it off, your job was going through cutbacks and guess whose job was one of the first to go?

Yeah, it had been shitty to say the least. You felt cornered, trapped with nowhere to go and no other option. No one understood you or cared or wanted you around. Feeling like a burden had become too overwhelming and suffocating; you needed a way out.

Kirishima was entering his last patrol as a sidekick that evening. The young man had decided to take a longer way back to Fatgums agency by crossing a nearby bridge. The night was peaceful, a couple of lousy robbers that didn’t take too much to get them to surrender and turn in. He’s halfway across when a civilian catches his attention.

“Oh thank goodness you’re here Red Riot! This woman is going to jump!”

His crimson eyes widen with fear as he follows where a small crowd has started to form. Some were concerned for the woman on the ledge and others sadly wanted to see her jump, recognizing that she’s “just some quirkless nobody”. Kirishima carefully approaches the group of people and quietly urges them to disperse. Once he’s gotten closer, he’s finally able to take in your visage.

The lights from the bridge and street lamps illuminate your face in brief twinklings. Tears continue to form at the creases of your eyes and he notices the dried on ones. You’ve clearly been crying for a long time and it’s started to wear you down. Your grip on the railing behind you began to loosen the longer you let your feelings overwhelm you. The crowd was right, you’re just some quirkless nobody, no one would miss you.

“Ma’am.”

A low baritone voice interrupts your thoughts as you turn your head to the left, following the voice. Fear coats your eyes as you see the hardening hero slowly approaching you. “Go away,” you croak out. You hadn’t realized how little you had used your own voice.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. It’s not manly, and I can’t leave someone in distress out like this.”

You muster up some strength to raise your voice. “If no one else cares, why should you? Didn’t you hear them? I’m some stupid, useless, annoying, quirkless nobody!” Your shoulders shake as more tears threaten to fall and a few escape.

Kirishima takes a careful step closer to you. “Because it’s my job to take care of you. What’s your name?”

Your arms tighten on the support railing behind you as your breathing quickens. “It’s, its (Y/n).”

A small smile forms on his face as he finally learns your name. “(Y/n). I like it. Can I come closer? I’m getting scared with how close you are to the edge.”

Something inside you melts and breaks at his words. Why was he being so careful with you? It didn’t make sense. You nodded anyways and the talk and broad hero was within a couple feet /meters of you.

“Why do you care? It’s just a job for you isn’t it? After this if I don’t end my life you’ll just move on and I’ll still be miserable.”

Your statement baffled yet saddened him. Was that all he was to you? Or to anyone he’s saved? Just a job? But he had to admit you were right. Although he remembers lots of people he’s helped he does t remember everyone or save everyone. He looks to you again and can’t help but think of even though you’re at a low point you still look stunning.

“Kirishima Eijirou.”

You sniffle at the hero, “huh?”

“My name,” a slight blush adorns his face. “Not many people know my name, but I wanted you to know. And if you let go of the railing and let my pull you over, I’ll let you cry, hit me, yell, whatever you need.

“But please, I couldn’t live with myself if you ended your life here tonight. You have so much worth living for and I want to be there for it. And I promise, a manly promise, that I will be there for you.”

You had looked at him with bewilderment. When was the last time you had felt that someone, anyone wanted you around? You carefully turned around, securing your hand in his open and warm one and stepped up and over. Kirishima kept you close to him, reassuring you that his words held meaning and promise. 

Small cheers erupted behind you two as you were returned from the brinks of death. Your eyes met vermillion as you finally take in your hero, the one who really and truly saved your life. You can’t help but wrap yourself around him as you wail into his chest, muttering I’m sorry’s the whole time. A gentle and caring hand rubs at your back in hopes to calm you down at your rush of emotions. 

“I’ve got you pebble, it’s all going to be okay, okay? I’m here.”

*********

You hadn’t realized you were crying at the memory until a rough finger had wiped it away. You jump at the sudden sensation and turn from the window and see your hero.

“Eiji! I didn’t think you’d be here.” You lean into his touch and kiss his palm.

Kiri chuckles, “I couldn’t miss our first New Years together. What were you thinking about love?”

“Oh,” you leave his gaze, “I was thinking of how we met. And how shocked I am that you’re still here... that we’re still together, and, and-”

“Hey hey, sh sh... pebble it’s okay. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere okay? I love you okay and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else tonight than right here,” he places his lips upon yours, engaging you in a passionate kiss filled with love and understanding, “kissing you into the New Year.”

You break away, awestruck at your boyfriends words and the kiss he just gave you. A warm and gentle smile comes to your features as you take him in. This man has done more for you than you can possibly thank him for. He is quite literally your rock, he made you feel wanted and needed without force and without pushing his feelings onto you. You two melded and fit into each other and each others lives seamlessly and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“Did you know that was my first New Years kiss?”

“Heh, I had a feeling. That’s why I wanted to come back.

“I love you pebble.”

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@cupcake-rogue

#my writing #i did the thing #bnha x reader #bnha reader insert #mha x reader #kirishima eijirou #kiripima #kirishima x reader #tw: suicide attempt #tw: depression #eijirou x reader #never been kissed

[kbstories]

impression//expression

“It’s not like Kirishima had come all this way to U.A. to immediately break the promise he made to himself upon arrival.

It’s just that Bakugou is as feral as they come, and the moment Kirishima recognizes it’s fear he felt crawling up his spine that day, he makes it his personal mission to face it head-on until it’s gone.”

(Or: Being friends with Bakugou Katsuki is anything but a linear experience. Kirishima Eijirou would have it no other way.)

Tags: Kirishima POV, Developing Friendships, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Provisional License Exam & Aftermath, The Boys Are Fighting And Everything Hurts

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Additional content warning for bad communication, emotional breakdowns and general anxiousness. Chapter 9.

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“Oi. Kiri.”

Another heap of sugar goes into Kirishima’s mug. He stirs a bit, then licks caramel-sweet goodness off the spoon. Perfect. With a content hum, he leans further into the embrace of his favorite armchair.

“Mmyeah?”

Across from him, Bakugou sips his own coffee. Looking all kinds of cozy from his perch by the window, shoes off, U.A.’s uniform narrowed down to just the shirt and pants. Only Iida and Momo have made it down to the common room yet, yawning their way through breakfast with last-minute notes spread out over the kitchen counter.

Their quiet conversation is mere background noise for them. It’s a familiar enough routine that neither duo exchanged more than acknowledging nods before settling into their preferred corners.

Bakugou toes the wood of the windowsill with socked feet, hands calm around his mug. His gaze idles on a group of sparrows outside.

“By this time tomorrow, we’ll be heroes.” Soft-spoken, the words nonetheless sound as solid as ever.

“Provisional ones”, Kirishima reminds him, a mix of excitement and nerves making his leg bounce, the carpet underneath ruffling with the motion. There’s still an exam to pass between then and now. “But still. Licensed and everything.”

“Mh”, Bakugou breathes into his coffee. He sends Kirishima a wry look over its rim. “Nervous?”

Thinking on it for a moment, Kirishima smiles. “Nah, not really. We worked our asses off for it. Like, we totally got this.”

Bakugou’s smirk comes swift and it stays: a dare for the world to do its worst, a promise to come out on top despite it all. Kirishima offers him his fist and Bakugou meets him in the middle, used to the gesture by now. Sparks crackle over rock-hewn skin.

“Damn right we do.”

*

The names flicker on the screen and Kirishima searches.

K, K, Ki, Kiri– There! Kirishima Eijirou.

“Hell yes”, he cheers, the doubts clinging to his heart dropping all the way to his feet. The second he’s got his phone back, he’ll scream-yell a voice message to his moms – finally, finally, Red Riot will exist out there. In reality, not just his wildest dreams.

Automatically, Kirishima jumps to the beginning of the list.

B, Ba, Baku–

Next to him, Bakugou sucks in a breath. That, more than anything, brings his head crashing from the clouds and straight to the ground, to the spot on that list where Bakugou’s name should be but isn’t. Kirishima frowns, his eyes scanning the row starting with B one more time.

“Dude, what…?” No Bakugou Katsuki. “No way.”

One glimpse, that’s all he gets. One glance at Bakugou’s face and that expression Kirishima recognizes from the longest night of his life, that déjà vu of devastation and loss a sucker punch nailing Kirishima right in the gut–

Before he can reach out, it’s gone. Bakugou grits his teeth and juts his chin up, and any trace of it is replaced by anger. Cold, lethal, seeping into squared shoulders and brows drawn deep enough to cast his gaze in shadows.

“Katsu–”

A harsh tch interrupts him, followed by a softer “Congrats, Riot” mumbled in Kirishima’s direction. Bakugou won’t meet his eyes, though, and when Kirishima’s fingers brush Bakugou’s, he crosses his arms instead.

“Thanks”, Kirishima mumbles back, all thoughts of celebrating dead and gone. He doesn’t try to reach out again.

*

1-A spills into the common room as one, smiles and laughter all around. The air previously heavy with anticipation now carries only relief, that clean petrichor taste that follows a downpour at the height of summer.

Despite the stone weight of worry in his stomach, Kirishima laughs along with them. He leans into the lanky arm Sero drapes across his shoulders and returns the fist bump Jirou offers him before Kaminari tackle-hugs the three of them towards the couches.

“Smash tournament! Now!”

“It is our last night off before the new term”, Jirou supplies with a shrug. A thoughtful look is cast towards Bakugou, turning sly as it meets Kaminari’s. “Though, may I propose: Rock Band?”

“Ohhh”, coos Sero, joined by an enthusiastic nod by Kaminari. “Whoo yeah! U.A.’s best fake guitarist, reporting for duty!”

Kirishima loves his friends, he really does. If there’s one thing Bakugou has consistently enjoyed during their hangouts, it’s violently crushing them via the e-drum set he brought from home. That thing shows some serious signs of wear, too, the silicone cover warped or even torn in places.

(The high score list features his name like five times before their resident runner-up – Shouji, surprisingly – even makes an appearance, additional limb advantage and all.)

“I’m in. Wanna duo, Jack?” Jirou gives Kirishima a thumbs-up from where she’s already setting up the microphones. He turns around. “Nitro, you–?”

Bakugou isn’t next to him anymore. Before Kirishima can ask, he hears Mina call out, “Blasty, where are you going?”, and follows the question to Bakugou’s turned back clearly headed for the elevators.

“Room”, Bakugou answers, clipped, rough. The glare he throws over his shoulder might as well be lines of caution tape fluttering in the wind, storm sirens howling in the distance. Keep out. “Have fun playing your shitty game.”

Kirishima sees the hurricane about to hit a second before Mina makes a grab for Bakugou’s wrist, determination shining in black-rimmed eyes. “It’s Rock Band”, she tells him, meeting the snarl on Bakugou’s face with stubborn compassion. “You love Rock Band.”

“What do you know, hah?” Bakugou snaps, tugging away. “Fucking– Get off me!”

Mina’s grip tightens, Bakugou’s hand is raised – familiar, so familiar, that glint of rage in blood-red pupils – and Kirishima is on his feet, pulling Mina behind himself to shield her from an explosion that never comes.

It’s a close call, though. Kirishima feels the heat coming off Bakugou’s palm, the wince he tries to hide when he clenches it to a fist instead.

“This isn’t your fight, Shark Teeth. Back off.”

“Bakugou.”

Firm, resolute. Kirishima’s voice is like volcanic glass: smooth on the surface, jagged around the edges. There’s a warning in there, too, his jaw clenched just as tightly as Bakugou’s. “Not cool, man. Mina’s just trying to help.”

Bakugou huffs at the mere notion of that. “Well, Mina can fuck right off. I don’t need shit from any of you.”

The truth is: Bakugou is different with Kirishima, he’s always been. Even now Kirishima can see him shift his weight, change gears in his mind, the door so firmly shut for others left ajar for him.

Bakugou only listens because it’s Kirishima speaking and he hates it, sometimes. Like his word counts above everyone else’s when it doesn’t, it shouldn’t.

“Look, I get why you’re pissed off but it’s not our fault, either. Alright? There’s no point in acting like this, dude.”

Bakugou’s eyes narrow, that sliver of a chance snuffed out of existence. A vicious sneer takes its place. “Acting like what? Like myself? Give me a break.”

“Guys”, Mina cuts in, sounding meek, uncomfortable. Bakugou doesn’t get to do that, not when he’s proven he’s better than that, time and time again – not when he’s careful with his quirk, when he’s stopped hiding that genuine smile that’s getting less and less rare, when he helps and soothes and pretends not to care and cares so fucking much.

Around them most of the class shuffles along, hovering on the sidelines. Kirishima can feel the looks, the hushed whispers ready to burst into existence, the fidgety sort of concern radiating from Midoriya in waves.

He ignores them all, looking Bakugou dead in the eye when he says: “No, Katsuki, like an asshole. It’s not like you at all.”

Behind him, Mina whispers, “Stop, Kiri, it’s okay.” From the couches come hisses of surprise, a murmured “Woah, dude” that sounds like Kaminari. It doesn’t matter.

What matters is that it hurts. It hurts to see Bakugou flinching like he’s been physically struck. To see emotion spill through the cracks in his armor, cracks Kirishima put there. But Bakugou listens when it’s him, and if there’s one thing he needs to hear, it’s this.

“Like, I get it. I know how it feels, you of all people know that. And extra lessons suck ass, believe me.” Kirishima takes a deep breath, letting go of his anger on the exhale until there’s only resolve, that strength he’s fostered and made his own with Bakugou at his side.

“But lashing out at people won’t fix anything. The stuff holding you back – it’s all you, man, that’s what you gotta work on. You’re the manliest person I know, so you’ll definitely get there, and then you’ll keep going until you’re Number One. There’s not a single doubt in my mind that’s how it’s gonna go. But it’s up to you to make sure it does.”

Bakugou is staring at him, pale-faced and still. He opens his mouth. “You done?”, he asks, his voice ground into something raw, something tired.

“Yeah”, Kirishima tells him, gentle again. “Yeah, I think I am.”

A nod. Bakugou glances past him, for a moment, at the ball of tension behind Kirishima that is Mina. Another nod, more hesitant.

“Blasty, I–”

Without another word, Bakugou leaves, shouldering past Midoriya on his way out. Kirishima watches him go and wonders if doing the right thing always feels so much like regret.

*

I fucked up.

Bundled up in his covers, Kirishima sits on his bed and stares at the wall. The cheerful colors and big exclamation points on his posters are little more than a blur, made obscure by the dark of night settling in around him.

The light switch is just across the room yet impossibly far away. Kirishima’s phone buzzes; the screen comes alive with a notification. It goes ignored.

I fucked up.

Kirishima’s gaze falls to the license in his hands, bland-looking next to the busy camo pattern of his favorite blanket. Red Riot, it says in bold letters under his name, date of birth and affiliation to U.A. – issued today, with the picture they took before they changed into their hero costumes. Himself, grinning with too much teeth, his hair freshly dyed and spiked to the heavens, his uniform done up meticulously.

It feels like a year ago that Bakugou rolled his eyes and fixed his collar, muttering something about ‘looking okay for once’. In turn, Kirishima had nudged and prodded him until he put on his tie, which lasted not one second beyond the flash of the camera.

But–

You done?

The card is small, unassuming, really. Kirishima blinks. One tear, then two pearl over flawless plastic. Three, four, head bowed as they drip, drip, drip down the tip of his nose.

Today wasn’t supposed to go like this. They were supposed to get their licenses, take the night off, sing and laugh and headbang to their audience of pixelated metalheads and forget the world for a while.

It was supposed to be about them, about the dream they shared over coffee this morning. About the future they’re reaching for, together.

Kirishima wants to toss the license to places unknown, wants to tell himself that it means nothing but it does. He waited for this moment longer than he cares to trace back, a long time, definitely. All that hard work, the sweat and blood he shed for it – perhaps it’s only right he adds tears to the mix.

Gods, I fucked up so bad.

He sniffs wetly, sets the card aside. There’s a spot for it in his wallet, he made sure of that as they stepped off the bus. Still, he needs to keep it in sight, like object permanence stops being a thing where one’s hero status is concerned.

Again, buzz buzz, his phone rattles quietly against wood. With a shuddering breath, Kirishima reaches for it, reads Simply Mina and 🦊 Eevee Squad 🦊 and swipes right until his home screen is just Riot’s canine smile again. All it does is remind him of an afternoon spent out in the yard, of a snoring dog and gentle touches to soft fur.

Two taps, and he’s back where he started: Staring at fond, red eyes in the corner and the unanswered messages underneath. Kirishima’s lips start to tremble.

Best Bakubro 💣💥

hey (sent 18:12)

can we talk? (sent 18:12)

i’m sorry (sent 18:30)

i’m so fucking sorry baku idk what i was thinking (sent 18:31)

just. please (sent 18:35)

idk what to do (sent 18:35)

katsuki? (sent 19:01)

The last three are still unread. Kirishima had just calmed himself down from the panicked jolt of blue ticks and grey ticks and Bakugou’s gone when a door had slammed shut hard enough to rattle Kirishima’s desk.

Kirishima wanted to go out there. He wanted to catch up to Bakugou and explain himself and make things right; instead he’d stayed right where he was and listened to his distinct stomp growing more and more faint like the coward he is.

There’s been nothing but silence ever since.

“Stop”, Kirishima whispers, a strangled, pathetic noise amidst the tears sliding down his cheeks. “Just s-stop. Fucking stop.” Tilting his head back, he knocks it against the wall, hoping against all hope that he’ll stop crying, that this shivering, miserable thing in his chest will relent and let him breathe for a bit.

Instead, he clenches his eyes shut and lets out a choked sob. It’s followed by another, another, until Kirishima presses his face into the blanket and gives in.

Hands fisting in loose hair, he curls in on himself, head tucked against his knees and desperately gasping for air. The walls are thick but not that thick – Shouji can probably hear him, if he’s even in, and Kirishima silently begs him to stay away. To be allowed to break in private like he’s done a thousand times before, after every moment he spent frozen in place, every time he didn’t act fast enough or act at all.

Were you scared?

He hadn’t been. For once in his life, Kirishima hadn’t been afraid – he’d been angry, furious even, hopeful and disappointed and worried and he’d fucked up because of it. That moment Bakugou shut up and just… took whatever Kirishima had to say is burned into his brain, aching and tender to the touch. Kirishima can’t stop putting his finger on it, though, like revisiting it will make it sting less, somehow.

It doesn’t.

Time is a fickle concept. Kirishima is aware it passes, he’s aware his blanket is soaked, that his back hurts and his heart hurts and his head, too. He’s back to blankly looking at his wall and seeing nothing, only interrupted by an occasional sniffle, when–

The snap of a lock turning, a door opening and closing, much quieter than before.

A glance to his clock tells him it’s an hour to midnight and way past curfew. The worry he felt earlier rekindles, glows bright enough to overshadow any other emotion swirling within him. It’s not like Bakugou to be up this late. It’s not like him to break rules like this.

It’s not like you at all.

Roughly, Kirishima rubs his arm over his face. Enough crying. Enough hiding away. Bakugou deserves better than public callouts and texts sent in a panic. Kirishima promised himself he’d be better – it’s worth next to nothing if he can’t keep it.

That fact doesn’t prevent his heart from beating half-way up his throat by the time he slips out his door and stands in front of Bakugou’s. His hand shakes as it’s raised to knock; Kirishima wills it to steady and raps his knuckles against wood, mindful of the late hour.

“Bakugou?”

Nothing.

“Listen, I…” Kirishima breathes through the squirming of guilt in his gut. “I messed up, man. I know you’re in there and if you’d rather not see me, that’s fine. But I know I hurt you a-and I want to apologize if… if you’ll let me.”

Wringing his hands, he blinks heavily and wills himself not to tear up again. Bakugou has every right to shut him out; it’s up to Kirishima to do what he should’ve done in the first place and respect his wishes.

It’s a reality he doesn’t have to face, however – the knob turns and the door cracks open the slightest bit. When it doesn’t move beyond that, Kirishima pushes for it to open further, sticking his head through the gap.

“Nitro?”

Silhouetted by his bedside lamp, Bakugou is tossing up his covers to properly burrow inside them. “Get your ass in here already”, he says over his shoulder, a bite to his tone Kirishima recognizes from their early days. “And close the door. It’s fucking late.”

He practically jumps to the task. “Okay, yeah, sorry!” Once the door clicks shut, Kirishima shuffles his feet, wanting to get closer but unsure if he’s allowed. Carefully, he makes his way over and stops, half a step in the circle of light cast around Bakugou’s bed.

“So. Um…” His hand brushes red strands behind his ear. His palms are sweaty. “I–”

“Did you mean it?”

Bakugou doesn’t even sound angry; Kirishima would definitely deserve it if he was. He’s unsure if that no-bullshit edge is any better, though, swallowing heavily. “Yeah. Well, kinda. The– the words were right but…” He clenches his hands to fists, brings his gaze up to look at him.

Kirishima’s eyes widen. The rest of that sentence flees from his mind entirely.

“What…?”

Scrapes, bruises, gauze stuck to both cheeks, bandages wrapped around both arms. Back to the wall, legs loosely crossed in front of him, Bakugou looks like he went a round or five with a superpowered bobcat, dried blood clinging to some of the many scratches on his skin.

Yet his eyes are focused, pinning Kirishima with the same precision with which he handles everything in life. “But?”

“Bakugou! What happened?!”

“Picked a fight.” A sharp sniff. Bakugou shrugs like he couldn’t care less. “‘s none of your business. Answer my question.”

Ouch. Kirishima doesn’t linger on that, he can’t, too busy mentally cataloguing the damage and trying not to drag Bakugou to the infirmary ASAP. Which–

“We gotta– Recovery Girl. She’ll heal you right up.”

Bakugou huffs a laugh, no humor in it whatsoever. “Already went. It’s done. Answer the fucking question, Kirishima.”

It’s incredibly hard to unstick his mind from whatever the hell happened there. Like a wrestling match with his own thoughts, struggling to get them on the wrong set of tracks despite his brain frantically gesturing towards Bakugou.

Kirishima rubs his palms over his face, pats his cheeks none-too-gently for good measure. Focus.

“Right. Yes, I meant what I said. It’s– Mina isn’t me, Baku. She can’t take your anger like I can, okay? They… they were just trying to cheer you up and you were out of line. But–”

Bakugou’s gaze isn’t letting him go, intense like they’re mid-battle and he’s trying to figure out Kirishima’s next move. Guard all the way up. Kirishima drops his hands, wide open.

“Your day was already crappy enough without me putting you on the spot like that. You said you wanted to go and I forced you to stay and deal with even more stuff because I was angry and worried and… Yeah. I went about it all wrong and I’m sorry.”

Those damn tears are lurking at the corners of his eyes, itching and burning but Kirishima fights them off. He nods to the ground.

“I really let you down. That’s all I wanted to say.”

Kirishima waits. For a moment that feels eternal, he stands there with his head bowed and his fingers clinging to the edge of his shirt. He fully expects to be met with silence until he gets the memo and leaves.

Then Bakugou sighs.

“You look like hell, y’know that? Your eyes are all puffy and shit.”

Wincing, Kirishima nods again. “I know.” He peeks up through the gaps in his hair.

Bakugou huffs, exasperated and so much more like himself. “Don’t give me that. I’m still pissed at you.”

There. A chance. All it takes is a leap of faith. “But?”, Kirishima asks quietly.

“But nothing, fucker. I’m pissed, full stop.” A glower that would make a quirked-up Aizawa proud. Bakugou crosses his arms; Kirishima ducks his head. “You’re lucky you’re you or I’d have kicked your ass straight to whichever place stupid potato dogs like you go to when they die.”

Don’t laugh. Kirishima bites his lip. Half a second later, a pillow smacks his shoulder with impressive force.

“Shut up. I got it, okay? I know I’m”, a pause filled with teeth grinding audibly, “difficult, I guess. And an asshole. I know all that.”

The urge to laugh is replaced by a shot of vertigo, like Kirishima missed a step down a flight of stairs. Their eyes meet, and Bakugou glares.

“It’s what you said. Don’t you dare take it back now.”

“But that’s not what I mea–”

“Tough shit, bitch, ‘cause that’s what I got from it. It’s fine, okay? If someone’s gonna call me out on my bullshit it’s gotta be you. It’s just–”

Bakugou drops his hands in his lap, staring at the bandages running up to his elbows. There are blisters on his right palm, visible even in the half-dark.

“Not in front of everyone?”, Kirishima offers in a small voice.

A tense breath. “Yeah. Makes me wanna blow up and lose my shit for real.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You already said that. I told you it’s fucking fine.”

“But–”

“Eijirou.”

Kirishima’s heart squeezes. Bakugou looks so exhausted and it’s all his fault. Still, he mumbles, “Okay”, and he wordlessly swears on everything he holds dear that he’ll listen, next time. That he’ll trust Bakugou to do the right thing and stay in control.

“Okay.” Bakugou’s eyes are on him again, less heavy now. “I don’t wanna talk about the fight, either.”

Kirishima’s hands clench, not tight enough to rip into the fabric but close enough. “At all or…?”

“Not sure yet. Definitely not tonight.”

“Okay”, Kirishima repeats. It’s not forever. He can handle anything if it’s not forever. “Um. Are we cool? I get it if… not. I can leave, too. Whatever you want.”

Unexpectedly, Bakugou groans, almost… amused? “Screw you. I should be milking the fuck outta this but… Yeah, we’re cool.”

Oh. Kirishima can’t help the way his resolve wobbles with how relieved he is, keeping his shaky inhale as stealthy as possible. He fucked up and his best friend doesn’t hate him. They’re gonna be okay.

“Kiri…”

There’s a strange expression on Bakugou’s face, pinched and frustrated-looking. His eyes are soft, though. Concerned. “Stop crying, you big baby. C’mere. And bring my pillow, I actually need it.”

Kirishima keeps it casual. He grabs the pillow and pads over instead of running. He tosses it in Bakugou's lap, earning a grumbled, “Thanks.”

Almost casual. There’s an attempt, at least, chucked right out the window the second Bakugou sort-of-maybe-kind-of indicates the possibility of a hug. Then he’s throwing himself on the bed, the sight of raw skin and gauze-white turning his tackle into a marginally gentler embrace of Bakugou’s shoulders.

Bakugou squeezes back, brutally tight. “Hold back on me again and I’m kicking you out.”

A wheeze of breath turns into hushed laughter. “I’ll do better.” Kirishima tucks his face against Bakugou’s neck and sniffles. “I’ll be good, Nitro, I swear.”

Bakugou knocks their heads together, too gentle to even register as that. His lips against Kirishima’s temple, he mumbles, “You already are, idiot. One dumb mistake won’t change that.”

>>Chapter 9.

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Pas De Deux - Chapter 3 (End)

Title: Pas De Deux

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Destiel 

Rating: not really needed for this fluff lol

Tags: fluff, pretty much just a whole lot of fluff XD

Summary: Dean is a closeted ballet dancer, and Cas is playing the Nutcracker Prince in the Kansas State Ballet. When the ballet loses their Clara and Cas confronts Dean about taking the part along side him, will he be able to put aside his fears and let everyone know who he really is? All to help the man of his dreams?

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Chapter Three

     He woke up to the sun blasting through a crack in his curtains, hitting him perfectly across the eyes. He rubbed his face as he slowly sat up in bed, feeling a bit better then he had when he first came home, and wondered how long he had slept. Looking at the clock and seeing it was now after nine, and he had managed to get a decent few hours sleep, he decided to head down to the kitchen and see who was up. Sam was usually an early bird and most times already had breakfast ready by the time Dean decided to roll down stairs. 

     When he got there Sam was in the kitchen, showered, dressed, and stirring a pot of spaghetti sauce he was making for dinner. And just as Dean had expected, there was a fresh pot of coffee made and a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast waiting for him on the counter. 

     He walked over and sat down on one of the stools at the island, watching Sam as he ate, "Where's Mom?"

     "Around somewhere," he answered, as he turned and placed a cup of coffee in front of Dean, "she was up before I was today."

     He nodded and focused on finishing his food, then thanked Sam before heading through the house to go find their mom. He walked down the hall and heard the slam of the dryer door in the laundry room, so he took a hard right and found her inside. Though his smile instantly dropped when he saw her, his entire body froze, and every limb hummed with anxiety while all he could do was stare at his mom, holding two things in her hands staring at them in confusion.

     The first was the tickets Dean had been given by the directors of the ballet, the ones that were meant for her and Sam. The second… was Dean's tights. 

     "Mom…" He finally managed to breathe out, and she turned to look at him. 

     "Dean, what… what is this? Are they yours?"

     "Why do you have those? Why were you in my bag?"

     "You were sleeping, and I saw your bag on the washing machine," she tried to speak calmly, not wanting Dean to freak out, seeing he was clearly on the brink of a meltdown, "I figured since you seemed so tired lately I would do your laundry for you. But what is this? Are you… are you in this show?"

     He was pretty much in tears now, he was so scared. He wanted to do this differently, he wanted to tell them on his own terms, when he felt ready, not have his mom find out on her own because he forgot he left his bag on the washing machine. "I forgot I left my bag here. I… I…"

     Mary just calmly reached out and took Dean by the shoulders, gently guiding him to the kitchen and sitting him at the table. She sat across from him, staring helplessly at him as he just placed his head on his hands, fingers wringing tightly in his hair, knuckles white.

     "Woah," Sam dropped the wooden spoon on the counter with a clatter and practically ran around the counter to sit beside Dean at the table, "what's going on?!"

     "Dean, talk to us, Honey," Mary tried to get him to look up but he wouldn't budge, "Were those tights yours?"

     "Tights?!" Sam looked between them. 

     "I… I couldn't tell you." He shook his head, hands still over his eyes, "I was afraid."

     "Tell us what, Dean,?" Sam tried this time, placing a hand on Dean's shaking shoulder. 

     "Why not, Honey?"

     "Dad…" He finally lifted his head slightly out of his hands, wiping the tears that had smudged all over his face now, though still not making eye contact with anyone. "Dad would never want me to be the person I am, he would be disappointed."

     "Disappointed about what, Dean?!" Sam moved to get into Dean's eye line but he quickly darted his eyes away. "You're a great person, why would anyone be disappointed in you? What could you have done that's so wrong?"

     Dean just shook his head and closed his eyes, the sobs coming back a little harder now. Mary reached over the table and managed to get ahold of one of his to squeeze it comfortingly. "Tell Sam, it's okay."

     "I…" He tried to look at Sam but he couldn't. He was afraid that just because his dad was gone and he couldn't see the look of disappointment on his face, he still might see it on Sam's. But he forced it out anyways, since there was no going back now, "I… dance."

     "Okay," Sam shrugged his bottom lip and shook his head, seemingly unfazed, "I still don't understand why you're crying though. Lots of people dance, many of them are amazingly talented, so why are you so upset?"

     "But I'm a ballet dancer, Sam! Not some crazy cool hip hop dancer that you're probably thinking of, no, I dance around the stage in girly tights!" He slammed a fist down on the table, making Sam jump a little. "And the tickets Mom found in my bag, along with my tights, were for the performance I am going to be in. I am part of the Kansas State Ballet's rendition of The Nutcracker."

     "You… you dance ballet?" Sam smiled a bit at the thought, "Dean Winchester, the manliest man of all men to ever man, dances ballet?"

     "This is exactly why I didn't say anything," Dean just shook his head and wiped away more stray tears, "Dad would have killed me if he ever found out that I loved ballet, let alone taught myself the skill. He wanted me to be the manly man that everyone knows and thinks I am, not some pansy dancing around the stage in tights."

     "But, Dean, that's awesome!" Dean turned to Sam, a little startled. "Ballet’s actually one of the most intense dance forms out there! It's so powerful, and moving. And the fact that you taught yourself the art, and are a part of a state ballet group, is something that a lot of classically trained dancers could never even come close to be able to do!"

     "But… Dad-"

     “Your father is gone now, Honey, has been for four years," she gave his hand a squeeze again, and this time she managed to catch his eye, "you have to stop looking over your shoulder and expecting him to be there. It's only holding you back. He would have been proud of you no matter what, he loved you."

     "Would he still be proud if he knew I wore tights and danced in pointe shoes?"

     Mary shrugged, "He might have been a little sad that you didn't want to follow in his footsteps and fall into sports, but he would have supported you regardless. I know he seemed like a hardened man, but he loved you boys. And now it's time for you to just let go of that past and be yourself, Dean.” 

     Dean shook his head vigorously, gasping out, "I can't,"

     “You can.” She assured him in her most firm mom voice she could muster.

     "You don't understand!" Dean nearly screamed, "It is hardwired into my brain that I shouldn't be this way! I should be covered in dirt sliding across a baseball diamond, or sweating through my gear on the ice, not dancing in skin tight outfits and sparkles. He would hate me, he would hate everything I am!"

     "No he wouldn't," she said softly and shook her head, "but that doesn't matter anymore, Dean, this is your time to be you, and I wish you would have told me sooner rather than suppressing this obvious passion. I want you to be happy, Dean, and if ballet is it for you then that is perfectly fine! Just be you, please, Honey.” 

     He didn't say anymore after that. Just sat at the table for most of the day, contemplating everything that his mom and brother had said, and what he was going to do about it. 

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     It was their last rehearsal before they would open to the public. Opening night was right around the corner. Everyone was a cluster of excitement and nerves, buzzing around the theater, the knowledge that their tickets had sold out seconds after being released was making the atmosphere even more intense. The entire cast was reeling, well, everyone except Dean. He still hadn't shown up at the theater yet, he was almost an hour late for the rehearsal, and Cas was starting to get worried. Along with others. 

     "Have you heard from him, Castiel?" Cas just shook his head at a worried Chuck from center stage, "Has anyone heard from Dean?!"

     He ran through the theater, asking everyone about Dean as the rest of the cast waited patiently on stage. Cas just stood there alone, worried, waiting along with everyone else, his body tingling with fear that maybe Dean wasn't coming back. Maybe this was it, maybe he had decided he didn't want this anymore, or his family didn't want it. 

     He listened to the hushed conversations around him, trying to focus on that for a moment, but that didn't help. For the very first thing he heard was one of the female dancers saying to another, “I overheard him saying yesterday that he was going home to tell his family about the show, he was worried it wouldn’t go over well. I hope everything’s okay.”

     And if Castiel's heart wasn't already in his feet. But then suddenly pounding footsteps came from Castiel's right and he turned to see Dean bouncing across the stage to stand next to him. "I'm here, sorry I'm so late!"

     Both Chuck and Metatron breathed hard sighs of relief and said, “Oh thank heavens!”

     "I just had some things to clear up back home, I'm really sorry!" The directors both waved him off, just thankful their other star was still here. Then he turned his attention to Cas at his side and smiled, a little twinkle in his eye as he said only to him, "I'm ready for this, I'm ready to just be me."

     "Shall we get this final rehearsal on the road then?!" Metarton waved his hands in the air and everyone started running around them. "Places people, places!"

     Cas walked over with a matching smile to Dean’s and took both his hands in his own. He didn't say anything, he didn't need to, neither of them did. So instead he just lifted Dean's hands to his mouth, placed a gentle kiss on the knuckles of each hand, and then moved back to get in his place. The whole time the two of them never took their eyes off one another, even as the orchestra started playing their final dance.

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     It was finally opening night and Dean had never been so god damn nervous in his entire life. He was currently standing backstage in full costume, peeking out the curtain at the completely full seats, people packing into the theater, and his heart was pounding out of his chest. Then he looked to the front row and saw his mom and Sam, sitting in the seats given to them by the directors, and then both Chuck and Metatron waltzed through the orchestra to introduce themselves to them. That made his nerves even worse, he was sure his heart was going to pop out of his chest and explode, and he had the sudden urge to whip off his pointe shoes and get the hell outta dodge. But then there were hands on his shoulders, rubbing up and down his arms, steadying and grounding. "Cas," he breathed and leaned back.

     "You're nervous," he whispered into Dean's ear as he leaned impossibly closer to Cas. 

     He nodded, "Sammy's here, and my mom, talking to Chuck and Metatron," he let out a long shuddering sigh, "what if they hate it? What if I mess up because they're watching?! What if everyone laughs at me?! Cas!"

     He turned Dean towards him and pulled him into a tight hug, Dean wrapping his arms around his neck and digging his face in, "You're spiraling, Dean," he rubbed his hands soothingly up and down his back, "you have nothing to worry about. I promise that not just your family, but everyone in the audience will love your performance. You will not fall, because I will always catch you. And no one will laugh at you, because if they do they will have to answer to me."

     Dean chuckled against Cas's neck as Cas continued, "You will be fine. You know the dances inside and out, you know every single move, every line." Cas kept going as he felt Dean relaxing, and started moving his hands up Dean's sides to his arms, then his hands, twisting him around and resting his head on his shoulder, wrapping their clasped hands around Dean and holding him tightly to his chest. "And you know me, and I know you. When we dance together our bodies are one and it is just you and I on the stage together, just us. That's all you need to remember, and if you feel like you are starting to slip, just reach out your hand and I will be there, I promise."

     Dean just nodded and inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself, and it definitely helped when Cas gently pressed his lips to Dean's neck. Not so much a kiss but it was oh so comforting. 

     They stayed like that for a while, as long as they could, Cas's lips still pressed to Dean's neck and rocking them softly back and forth. Until the lights started to flicker, the signal for everyone to take their seats and for the cast and crew to take their positions. 

     Cas gave Dean one last hug before pulling back and taking Dean's hands in his, lifting them to his mouth to do his new favourite thing, and placed a kiss on the knuckles of each hand. Then moved across the stage to stand on the other side facing Dean. 

     His nerves came back a bit now that Cas was gone, he could still see him but not having his hands on him was unsettling him again, and even more so when he heard Chuck and Metatron on the other side of the curtain, addressing the audience before the show would start. 

     "Welcome everyone to the Kansas State Ballet's rendition of The Nutcracker!" Metatron announced and claps and cheers filled the air. 

     "Though," Chuck stepped in, "we got off to a pretty rocky start, didn't we."

     Metatron chuckled, "That we did, but maybe for the better!"

     "Very true," Chuck nodded, then turned to the audience, "early on in rehearsals we had a small bump, that being that our original lead of Clara had to… unexpectedly leave us. But, in place of her, we were gifted an angel, your very own, champion of dance, hometown boy, Dean Winchester!"

     From backstage Dean could hear everyone cheering, clapping louder than before, and the undeniable Sam Winchester whistle and hollar combo, which he had to admit eased his nerves just a bit. And Chuck and Metatron went on. 

      "Well, look at us, gushing over our stars," Metatron laughed, "we should just let you see for yourselves the pure, raw chemistry and talent that we have discovered here. Allow us to let Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak steal your hearts as they have ours."

     "So, without further ado," Chuck said just before they backed away to duck backstage, "we give you, The Nutcracker!"

     They both backed away, tucked themselves backstage to watch their masterpiece unfold, as the curtain opened and the lights shone hot and bright on the stage. 

     Dean took a deep breath, the worst part of this ballet was that he had to do the first act without Cas, before the Nutcracker Prince came in to play. But he looked over at Cas, still standing directly across from him, and he gave him a reassuring smile and gestured to himself and Dean. Just you and I together, Dean thought, I'm dancing for Cas. And with a smile and a new found burst of energy he bounded across the stage to give the best performance he could.

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     As the show went on and Dean was finally able to get to dance with Cas, his very own Nutcracker Prince, that chemistry that Chuck and Metatron had spoken of came in full force. 

     Sam watched in complete awe from the front row as his brother moved on stage before him. He had never seen Dean so happy, so powerful, so amazing! And the way he danced with the other lead, it was such an intense form of intimacy, of pure completeness, that Sam was sure the entire audience could feel it. The atmosphere around him was on fire, and everyone in the audience was on the edge of their seats through the entire performance. 

     The ballet had everything, Sam thought as his eyes opened impossibly wider with each passing act. Crazy fights, ups, downs, emotions, romance, devastation, and love. And all too soon for him, and everyone else watching, it was too quickly coming to an end. 

     He watched as the Nutcracker Prince and Charles came together for their final dance, and he had to admit that he was slightly jealous at the way Dean and the Nutcracker were looking at each other. But he was oh so happy for his brother, he was finally truly happy. 

     Sparks were clearly flying between them, and as the orchestra played the final notes of the song, Charles and his Nutcracker Prince held their ending poses and the entire audience rose to their feet. Not a single person wasn't standing, not a single eye was dry, and that included both Chuck and Metatron who walked slightly out on the stage, both cheering as loud as everyone else was. 

     And just before the other dancers joined them on stage for a bow, Cas couldn't resist doing what he had been wanting to do for so long. Both of them panting, gazing deeply at each other, Dean's pure blissful smile that he knew was only there for him, and Cas knew what would make the perfect ending to this night. So he pulled lightly on Dean's hand in his and he bounced forwards into Castiel's arms. And right there, in front of everyone in the audience, Cas dipped Dean backwards and finally, finally kissed Dean. 

     The audience erupted impossibly louder, but Dean and Cas didn't even hear it. It was just the two of them. Dean clutched tighter to Cas as he dipped him a little further back, and Dean ran his hands up to clutch Cas's face as the cast around them bowed, and the curtain closed in front of them. 

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     Castiel's lips were on his for what felt like a blissful eternity, lips and tongue moving with Dean's as if they were built perfectly for each other. And Dean never wanted it to end, but eventually it had to. 

     One of their celebrating cast members bumped into them as they bounced by, excited over a perfect performance, and Cas gave Dean one last long kiss before they pulled apart and Cas stood them back up. 

     Dean was even more breathless now then he had been after the dance had ended. Kissing Cas was something he had wanted to do since the very first moment he saw him dancing in that studio, and all he could do was smile and even blush a little as he pulled Cas's forehead to rest on his, "It's about time."

     Cas chuckled, his chest vibrating against Dean's as he did, and pulled Dean in even closer, "Wanted to do that for a very long time now."

     "Me too, Cas."

     They stood together for a moment before Cas said, "You were amazing, Dean."

     "So were you," he nuzzled his nose against Cas's, leaning in a little closer for another kiss, "I wouldn't have been able to do all of this if it wasn't for you."

     Before they could kiss again, a screech was heard from off to the side, startling them both as well as silencing the entire cast and crew still backstage. Cas clutched a little tighter to Dean, but Dean just laughed and hid his face in Cas's shoulder before he turned slightly, still holding Cas.

     "Mom," he laughed as she came running through the parting crowd towards them, nearly crashing into them, "stop freaking out, it's embarrassing."

     She pulled him away from Cas and into the tightest bear hug he had ever been in, "You were amazing, Honey, so absolutely amazing!"

     "Mom's right, Dean," Sam came up behind them, taking his turn to hug Dean, "that was the best performance I have ever seen! It had everything! I was literally on the edge of my seat the entire time!"

     "Thanks, Sammy! And I’m glad you're here cuz there’s someone I want you to meet," Dean said as he backed up, rubbing the back of his neck. Then he turned back and took Castiel's hand, bringing him forwards a bit, "this is Cas, the other lead and… and…"

     Dean stuttered, not exactly sure what to say, especially while his mom and brother were staring at him so intensely. Not to mention the all too knowing matching Winchester smirks they were sending his way. So Cas stepped forward, hand outstretched towards them, "I'm Dean's boyfriend."

     Boyfriend, Dean thought, and his stomach had butterflies again, though this time the good kind. And he couldn't help but laugh as his boyfriend's hand was swatted away by Sam, and he was taken in a Winchester group hug, while Sam patted his back and said, "Welcome to the family, man!" Then backed away and held out two bouquets of flowers to the both of them, "And these are for you guys, congrats on an amazing first performance, and many more to come!"

     "Thanks, Sammy," Dean said as he took it, then settled himself against Cas's side again, "it means a lot that you guys liked the show."

     "We really did, Honey, and we’re so proud of you, both of you." She stood between them for one more hug and a kiss on each boy's cheek before backing away and saying, "alright, you two change and then I'm taking you both to dinner, on me. Sammy and I will wait for you by the car."

     Dean watched them go with a smile as Cas pulled him a little closer so he could kiss his cheek. "Your family is great, I am glad to be a part of it."

     "They're a little crazy but I love them," he said and turned a bit, smiling at Cas, "almost as much as I love you."

     "And I love you, Dean," he said as he leaned in, pressing his lips to Dean's in an almost kiss, "I am so very glad that you snuck into that dance studio and watched me dancing like a creeper."

     Dean couldn't help but laugh against Cas's lips and said, "Me too, Cas, me too," and closed the gap between them. Dean was pleased that everything had turned out better than he had ever thought it would, and that the ballet had been a winning performance, but of all of that the only thing that he really cared about was that the man in his arms, currently kissing him absolutely senseless, was finally all his. His very own Nutcracker Prince.

The end. 

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A/N: So that’s the end friends! My one shot turned three chapter fic lol 

I hope you guys enjoyed it, and as always I have plenty more fics on the horizon, so look forward to those! Love you guys! <3

I also wanted to send a huge shout out to my lovely friend @thebridgekid for always putting up with me, reading all my crazy ideas, and just being super awesome <3<3<3

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Shattered hearts and clean shirts pt 2

Sero Hanta x F!reader

A/N: Hello my beautiful readers! It’s your friendly neighborhood big tiddy goth gf here with shattered hearts and clean shirts pt2! It’s all fluff this time with some tones of flirting so please enjoy!

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It’s been a few months since things ended with Bakugo. The sharp pain in your heart now down to a rush of anger whenever you were near him. The squad (formerly known as the bakusquad) was still there for you. Always being their friendly and cheerful selves while comforting or calming you down when it was needed. The grinning boy being the main reason you didn’t go ballistic on the blonde during class at the regular rude comments he yelled.

All the stages of grief went through normally but you were still stuck on anger. You pulled yourself together after getting played by the blonde toilet brush with a bad attitude. Including going to train more, eating healthier, and healing your heart with the help of your lovely friends. You could rely on Sero the most when it came to emotional stuff.

‘HOW DARE HE PLAY ME LIKE THAT? LIKE I WAS SOME STUPID PRIZE TO BE WON. I AM A PERSON GODDAMNIT. I AM A PERSON WORTHY OF LOVE AND CARE LIKE MOST GOOD PEOPLE. I HOPE HE ROTS!’ you angrily yelled in your head as you took out your frustration on a training dummy.

Letting out all of today’s anger out on the dummy with the last slice of your blade like thorn, you sliced it so hard at the neck that you decapitated it. ‘Oh shit, went a little too hard I guess.’ You thought with a shrug while breathing heavily from your workout.

“WOAH! THAT WAS SO MANLY (Y/N)! YOURE SO STRONG!” Kirishima exclaimed loudly from the other side of the room where he had his own training dummy. He was your workout buddy now, everyday you met him at a small gym down the street from the school to hone your skills and practice your hand to hand combat. You smiled at him brightly and gave him a loud “THANK YOU KIRI, BUT I CAN’T COMPARE TO THE MANLIEST MAN IN THE WORLD!” You shot back at him.

He blushed at the compliment, stopping his own workout to catch his breath. He shyly put a hand to his neck for a moment before walking over to where you were. His eyes widening at the damage you caused and sweat dropping.

He lowly whistled before he spoke. “Woah, that’s a lotta damage. You really tore into that thing like a wild animal. But that was super manly (y/n)!” Kiri commented excitedly as he did his signature red riot pose to emphasize on the manliness. The sweat on your skin started to become sticky and you wanted nothing more to take a shower.

“That’s the 3rd one this week, I’m broke from how many dummies I beheaded!” You moped dramatically. “Hey, at least you’re getting super strong!” Kirishima replied with a smile and a pat on your shoulder. You smiled at the statement. After training for another 30 mins, you and Kiri packed up your stuff and headed to the dorms.

The walk home with Kiri was always filled with laughs and smiles. He was such a nice boy that you couldn’t help the happiness that filled your heart. The two of you arrived at the door and keyed yourselves in. You both were walking through the common room when you heard Sero speak up.

“Hey gym rats, how was training?” He jested with his signature smile. You rolled your eyes at the nickname but smiled nonetheless. You each had your thing with the squad. Kiri had training, Sero had study sessions and movies, Mina had a few days of the week allotted for girl time and gossip, and Kami would just join in whatever he felt like. Some days it was study sessions, other days ‘girl time’ but very rarely training. (Damnit Denki, you could be the next ZEUS if you put enough work into it bby!)

“It was good, decapitated another dummy today, ya know the usual. I’m gonna take a shower and then we can study yeah? ” You spoke nonchalantly while walking towards your room. You took a glance at Sero who gave you a bright smile and a loud “Yeah”.

You set your stuff down and grabbed a change of comfy clothes to wear after your shower. Pulling out a random shirt and a pair of (f/c) sleep shorts. You folded them nicely before grabbing your shower basket and towel. On your way down the hall to the girls showers, you realized it was the shirt you accidentally stole from Sero. Your face heated up intensely as you tried to shake it away.

You developed a crush on the dark haired boy during those months of healing. The first few weeks, you tried to isolate yourself from everyone. Keyword: TRIED. Sero wouldn’t let you though. He always seemed to find you and he always seemed to soothe the ache in your heart.

The reassuring words spoke softly to you during lunch on the rooftop of the school and the comforting little touches he would give made the small spark of comfort turn into a small flame. That little flame he unknowingly added to until it became a full fire coursing in your veins. The thoughts about your crush continued even while you were showering.

‘He’s so kind, patient, and smart. Plus he just smells so GOOD! He’s cute and gentlemanly while still being fun and exciting. Heavenly beings only knows we have enough excitement in our group so I’m thankful he’s so chill and rational. He’s like the balance between everyone. I don’t see why he doesn’t see himself as special! He’s the most special out of all of us! He’s got a useful quirk (not that it matters) and a good heart! Plus he’s handsome! What more could you want in a guy?” The monologe continued in your head while you scrubbed away all of today’s dirt.

You soon finished, your body and hair now smelling like (f/s) and being squeaky clean. You stepped out of the cubicle (?) and wrapped your towel around yourself. Humming a random tune as you got dressed and brushed your hair, putting in all the usual products. Exiting the girls shower and making your way up to your room. You did your skin routine before swiping on your deodorant and spraying a bit of perfume after blow drying your hair.

Taking a good look in the mirror you have on your door, you gave yourself a smile and a approving nod before grabbing your bag and heading to Sero’s room. Nervousness was setting in as you neared his dorm.

‘You were wearing HIS shirt to your weekly study sessions! Did you want him to notice? Is it too late to go back and change? Oh god why didn’t you think about this earlier! Why did your stupid butt only remember this after you did everything?!?!?’ The little voice in your head scolded.

You knocked on the door three times, the nervousness weighing on you like a heavy blanket. Taking a deep breath, you tried to clear your mind of any nervousness and worry while putting on a small smile to keep up appearances. The door opened to a brightly smiling Sero, which made you internally scream.

‘Oh god that smile! I’m already nervous about wearing your shirt around you and then you have to greet me so happily I feel like I’m going to have a SEIZURE!’ The same voice in your head was screeching.

“Hey Sunflower! You ready to study?” He asked happily. You could only manage to give a nod while you felt your face heat up. ‘God why does his voice sound so good’ you whined internally.

He stepped aside to let you walk through the door and left your slippers next to his at the entrance. You made your way to his hammock and set your bag down beside it while you made yourself comfy in the oversized sling. He went and pulled out all his materials before making himself comfy next to you.

You studied like you would normally with him, taking notes and him asking you questions. Always answering them with a smile and explaining them thoroughly. He was surprisingly smart, but he just needed it explained differently than teachers and textbooks showed. That was another thing you loved about him.

The nervousness you felt was gone by the end of your study session, mostly thanks to his jokes, memes, and overdramatic whines of why math was needed to be a hero. He made you laugh so easily, the thought popped up that he might have a second quirk. Another thing you added to the list of why you had a crush on the dark haired boy.

“You did great today Sero, lets pack up and then we can watch whatever movie you want!” You happily said as you gave him a pat on the head, a habit you picked up from All Might. ‘His hair is so SOFT! I don’t regret doing it but I know I’m gonna think about playing with his hair all the time now’ you scolded yourself.

“Sure thing Sunflower! How does a bad horror movie sound? We can roast the hell out of those dumb teens......” his tone turned from his normal excited friendly to silence accompanied by a contented sigh leaving his lips. He felt like he was in heaven. Your smooth voice humming a sweet song he didn’t know just added to his fantasy. Your hands were so soft and felt so good, that his body melted as his dark eyes fluttered close.

Your hand was now playing with his hair, focused on feeling it now while you still could. You softly pet his hair, moving your hand down to play with the baby hairs on the nape of his neck. The short nails on your hand lightly scratching his scalp on instinct. You hummed a song, “Can’t help falling in love” cover by twenty one pilots. The song subconsciously chosen purely for the fact that you were so in painfully love with him.

You both sat there for a moment, wishing it wouldn’t end. Then your love dazed state was blown away and your actions hit you with like a BUS. You stopped humming and pulled your hand out of his hair as gently as you could while you were panicking. The embarrassment and guilt creeping in your body like a unsuspecting wave.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t ask and my hand just moved on it’s own, I-i...” you waved your arms around wildly, as if trying to make yourself fly away from this painfully awkward situation. The heat on your face climbed up to your ears in embarrassment. You were cut off with a chuckle from none other the man himself.

“It’s fine sunflower! It actually felt like- uhhh really nice.” His normal friendly grin returned also with the addition of a light pink blush on his cheeks as he shyly put a hand to the side of his neck while looking the other way. Your heart that was beating wildly calmed down at the friendly tone but picked back up when he said he liked it.

“O-oh! So it’s okay?” You questioned shyly. You received an equally shy look and nod from Sero in reply and sighed out a breath in relief.

“Go and pick out the movie while I clean up, and then we can watch while I play with your hair. If that’s okay with you?” Your shy tone never leaving as you took another shot at being closer to your crush.

“That’s sounds great! Bad horror movies still good with you?” He asked. You hummed in reply as you cleaned up both of your stuff. The excitement heating up your body as you neatly stacked his books and papers and set them on his desk.

Sero couldn’t tried picking out a movie if his life depended on it right now. His focus only on you as you gracefully moved around to clear the space you were both previously in. His mind drifted back to how you were so warm and inviting, like a freshly dried fluffy blanket on a cold day. How you cute you looked as you wildly flailed around when you apologize, not that you needed to. Plus the adorable blush on your face kissed the tips of your ears.

He shifted back his focus to movies and picked a random one while he put in the DVD player. When he turned back, he saw his floor clear and you laying down on his bed. The red on your face dimmed down to a soft pink that scratched at your cheeks. He made himself comfortable as you watched the start of the movie.

He decided to lay on his side with his hand supporting his head. His pining heart sang in joy because of the closeness and thumping in his ribcage like a overjoyed bird. He wanted to be closer, fuck he needed to be. Alone time with you was rare and he needed to take advantage of it. He summoned all the courage in his body and slung his free arm over your waist, pulling you closer.

You jumped at the sudden contact and then melted into his embrace. Platonic cuddling wasn’t new to you and the squad, always cuddling up with someone while the whole group watched a movie until all of you passed out on the common room couch. This felt different from all those other times. It’s because both of you were ALONE TOGETHER.

The movie playing on the small tv in his room was the farthest thing from your minds right now. The thumping of both your synched heart sand the pink blushes on your face were the only thing on them as you hoped the other couldn’t see it. You were just struggling to breathe normally.

Sero was feeling the same way, his brain tunnel visioned on you. There you were so painfully close to him. The smell of your perfume mixed with the floral scent of your shampoo drove him absolutely insane. He took his position behind you to his advantage, his eyes trailed your body slowly.

His dark eyes started at your plush thighs, they looked so soft and so warm that he had to hold in a groan. The sleep shorts you wore just accentuated your hips and backside, the tight shorts with yellow and white stripes on the side tempted him sinfully. He moved his gaze to where his arm was, slung over your tiny waist.

‘It fit so perfectly, it was almost like you were made for him.’ He thought with dazed sigh. His mind stopped dead in its tracks when he realized you were wearing his shirt. His heart kickboxed in his chest, his subconscious screaming at him to make a move now or get over it.

“Sunflower?” He tried. You gave a hum in reply, not trusting your own voice. He paused for a moment, trying to decide if he should ask you why you were wearing his shirt. He loved you wearing his clothes so he just decided to spit it out. To see if he wasn’t just imagining things in desperation for you.

“Is that my shirt?” He teased, pulling your back closer to his chest. His deep voice was right next to your ear as his breath tickled your neck. He knew what he was doing, the cheshire grin overtaking his handsome features as his eyes twinkled mischievously.

You’ve been caught red handed. The muscles in your body froze as a burning hot blush erupted from your cheeks. The organ in your chest nearly ripped itself out when he pulled you closer and it stuttered when he spoke.

“Y-yeah, it is. I just threw it o-on after taking a shower. I can give your clothes back after I do laundry.” You managed to speak out in your overwhelmed state. He was so close to you and the way his voice dropped had you nervous.

“Keep it sweetheart, it’s looks better on you than it ever did me. Plus you look so cute in it, how could I say no?” His friendly causal tone was back, but the impish grin on his face never left. ‘When did he get so smooth? And sweetheart? He called me cute!!!!’ Your brain scrambled trying to comprehend what just happened.

Something ignited within your spirit. A mischievous grin spread across your face as you thought of a battle plan. ‘Oh he wants to play like that does he??? Aight bet. Let’s see if he could take what he dishes out.’ You smirked at the thought.

You turned so you were facing him. Mustering all the innocence in your being, you pushed your chest against his and craned your neck up so your noses were brushing. Your eyes peeked up at him through your long lashes and a playful grin overtook your face.

“Sweetheart huh?” You teased as you ever so slowly got your plush lips closer to his. You felt his breath hitch before it stopped completely, the rapid beating of his heart thrumming against your chest. His dark eyes were locked on your soft lips and you decided to test his patience by biting your bottom one softly. The strong arm around your waist tensed and you felt his body freeze.

“If I’m so cute and your sweetheart then why haven’t you made a move yet, cellophane~?” You spoke softly before you actually reached his lips. You heard a strangled groan from the back of his throat and smiled playfully before you moved away and back to your original position. An evil smile on your face as you pretended that you didn’t even do anything.

A soft and frustrated “fuck it” came from him and suddenly and you were pinned down on the bed by your wrists. Sero was straddling your hips as he held your wrists down with a tight grip. You looked up at him and saw the bright red blush on his face as he breathed heavily. The shocked and doe eye look you gave him only seemed to make it brighter.

“f-fuck, I’ve liked you for the longest time sunflower so will you be willing to go out on a date with me sometime soon?” His tone and gaze was nervous despite his dominant position over you. He let go of your hands and moved so he was sitting in front of you with his leg folded.

He shrunk a bit under your surprised gaze, but despite his feelings his eyes stayed stayed on yours. You propped yourself up and sat in front of him in the same position. A wide grin and the shine in your eyes ever present as you looked back at him.

“Of course I would love to go out with you Hanta! I’ve liked you for a bit now but was nervous asking you out after that whole ‘situation’.” You grinned brightly, cheeks flush pink and eyes slightly crinkled from how happy you were. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled back as you just as brightly.

He tackled you into a hug, the joy in his heart keeping him from being polite with you. The sweet giggles that rang around the room just made his love for you shine brighter than ever. With his face buried in your neck and his arms snaked around your waist, he squeezed you like a teddy bear.

You audibly let out an “awwww’ at the boy. He just so sweet you couldn’t help it. Your hand found it’s way to his hair once again, running your fingers through it and lightly scratching his scalp while the other rubbed his back soothingly.

Both of you spent the rest of the night cuddling and making plans for your date. Laughs and the soft sound of whatever movie playing in the background just made everything feel so warm and comfortable. It felt like all the pieces had come together and placed you with Hanta Sero.

He was feeling just as warm and fuzzy with you. As he cuddled and snuggled you through the night, he couldn’t help the adoring smile plastered on his face.

Who knew he would not only tape the last pieces of your shattered heart together but made it feel full as well?

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My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader

Ch.8 Giddy Up Horses, the Cavalry has Arrived!

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 Yay the cavalry battle! Just wanted to say from here on out we will be seeing a lot more from the boys’ pov as well as y/n’s. Just wanted to let you guys know since the first chapters weren’t like that! Also, thanks to all those who wanted to be put on the tag list, let me know if anyone else wants to be! Enjoy!

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"That's right, it's the chance for those at the bottom to overthrow the top! Let's get started!" Midnight continued, pointing her weapon in Izuku's direction.

"Izuku Midoriya placed first in the first round, he'll be worth 10 million!"

You looked at your fourth place score and saw you were only worth 195, which wasn't terrible, but you'd either need to steal a bunch of smaller points, or somehow get Izuku's points.

As much as you'd love to team up with him to start off with those points, it'd be difficult since everyone would be chasing after you. It probably wasn't worth it, most likely ever other student wanted to stay far away from him as possible knowing the risks of being a target. If he was able to find team members with balancing quirks who weren't afraid, you knew he'd be a force of nature. Joining him wouldn't be so bad, but there was a lot of cons to being on his team

"Okay first years! These are the rules! The entire game will only last for 15 minutes, and everyone's individual points will be added together give you your teams total. You'll know how much you're team is worth thanks to a headband with your combined scores."

"To raise your teams score you need to swipe as many headbands as you can get, but all headbands must be worn from the neck up, so the more you steal, the harder it will be to manage them! Oh another thing! Even if your headband is stolen or your team falls, you're allowed to continue until times up!"

"It's anyone's game then." You heard Momo from a few students over, Sato replying.

"Yea, and since there are 42 contestants, there will be 10-12 teams fighting on the field the entire time."

"So if you lose your headband at the beginning you'll have more time to make up a plan?" 

"I don't know Mina," You spoke out, "Planning or not if you lose your headband you're down for the count. Even if you have the time to make it up, depending on what teams are formed you may not be so lucky."

"Yea we should probably wait for teams before we start strategizing." Tsu agreed.

"This is going to be a difficult challenge but no worries, again you'll be able to use your quirks as much as you'd like. However! There are still rules, make a team fall on purpose and you'll get disqualified. and the one you're carrying is not allowed to touch the ground. Now, you've got 15 minutes to build your team! Get started!"

As soon as the buzzer went off you found yourself with no time to think or act before a flash of curly green hair entered your line of sight.

“(y/n) I would like you to be on my team! I've created a plan and you were the first person to come to mind when I did! So please, if it’s not too much to ask, join me!” He bowed roughly and you sweat dropped at his antics, but you couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face at the thought of him first thinking of you. 

“That’s really sweet Izuku, and I would love to say yes but..” You trailed off, locking eyes with him. You felt your heart grow heavy as you saw the sadness and disappointment in them.

“I understand, everyone will be after me, and you don’t want to have that kind of target on your back.” Izuku felt his shoulders fall, he was upset.

He knew that most people wouldn’t want to team up with him because of his points, so why was this hurting him more than it should have?

“Not at all!” You countered, “I don’t mind that all too much, while yea it’s not something I’d look forward too I could still handle it. It’s just, I feel like I have to beat you.”

“Beat me?” His eyes widened.

“Yes beat you, because you’re always doing things that end up surprising others. You won first out of nowhere earlier! You literally flew over my head! I feel that if I team with you, I’ll be overlooked-”

“No way!” He cut you off, his heart thumping crazily in his chest as he took a deep breath, “You’re amazing! You’re probably one of the strongest students in the class and I’m being honest! I don’t know what you and Todoroki were talking about in the locker rooms and I won't pry, but just know that whoever your father doesn't matter because I don’t think you’re amazing because of him! You’re extraordinary and strong and one of the kindest people I’ve ever met, and that’s because you're you!” 

Your face was on fire, and so was his. It must’ve just clicked to him all the compliments he gave you because steam was starting to pour out of his ears, and he began muttering to himself about how dumb and embarrassing he was. You put your hands on his shoulders and grinned at him.

“Thank you Izuku, you’re giving me even more courage than I'd thought possible. And I’m going to use this courage to make sure I kick your butt, got it?” He nodded sheepishly back feeling really giddy for a moment, then sighed.

“Still wont join my team?” You laughed at him.

“Sorry not sorry. I’m going to win, Deku!” You pinched his cheek before walking away, shouting a ‘good luck’ over your shoulder.

Izuku’s breath left him at the sight of you walking away, and felt in a daze. Your hand was so warm on his face, and the way you called him Deku had no malicious intent. You said it in such a cute and endearing voice, it made him grin a dopey smile before Uraraka came and interrupted his thoughts.

You tried to look for anyone else that would make a great team, and to your disappointment saw most people have already broken off into groups. However, you saw Kirishima go over to Bakugou and you knew then and there if you really wanted to go against Izuku, Bakugou would of course be the best candidate

You made your way over to them just as they were sharing a creepy grin, Bakugou agreein to let Kirishima on his team.

“Got any room for me?” You questioned, both boys looking at you.

“Hell yea (y/n) you’re choosing to team up with the manliest team! This’ll be awesome!”

“Who the fuck said I was going to let her on my team shitty hair?” Bakugou grumbled out, crossing his arms and ignoring everyone's shouts behind him to pick them was starting to annoy him.

He saw you smile and was able to ignore the extras behind him.

“Why what’s the problem Bakugou, scared you’ll have to fight me in the tournament when we win this?” A teasing smile graced your lips. 

His face turned red and you thought you were going to make him explode on you until he tsk’d and looked away.

“I’m not fucking scared of you glitter bomb. Whatever you can be on my team.” He felt angry, because he was supposed to be focusing on kicking Deku’s ass, he was supposed to be focused on his anger and he wasn't really angry around you, it was revolting.

“Awh you like meee.”

“Don’t say stupid shit like that! I just picked you because you said you knew I was going to win, so I guess I can let you tag along because you already know how fucking great I am, I don't have to beat it into you.” He knew he had to push out any thoughts besides winning, now wasn’t the time to lose his head. He needed to give this match his all.

You shared a look with Eijiro and you both laughed at the hot head. After gaining your last member, Sero, you were talking strategy. 

“So we’re going to go after Deku with all we have.”

“Of course we are.” Kirishima muttered sarcastically, but a small smile still on his lips showing you guys he didn’t mean what he said.

“Shut it shitty hair before I kick you off the team!”

“You wouldn’t kick your best friend off the team!”

Laughing, you pushed Bakugou away while he was trying to strangle Kirishima.

“Calm down boys, even if we’re just going after Deku we need to devise a plan.”

“While I agree Hakamata, you’re starting to sound like Bakugou. What’s up with calling Midoriya, Deku?” 

You blinked at Sero’s words, you didn’t even realize you called him that. Thinking about it, you teasingly called him Deku when you walked away from him a couple of minutes prior. So you just shrugged and giggled, unsure of what to say.

“Maybe Bakugou’s anger is a disease and it’s infecting me?”

“Sounds about right.” Eijiro agreed, while Bakugou rolled his eyes at you. He thought it was pretty funny when you called him that loser Deku, but he wouldn’t say that out loud.

“So we obviously know the rider is going to princess here,” A tick mark appeared on his temple from your teasing. You kept talking to the other boys while ignoring Bakugou as he fumed, “so we have to decide where we should be in his support.”

“I have a pretty good defense against others and Bakugou’s quirk, so I think it’d be best If I was the front support.” Kirishima told you, you and Sero both agreeing. 

“That sounds like a plan, and if it isn’t too much trouble Sero, “ You smiled shyly, “could I support his right side? My own right shoulder is still pretty sore from when I dislocated it.” 

“Yeah of course! Does it still hurt pretty bad?” Sero’s face turned down in worry as he looked at your shoulder. You waved him off along with Kirishima who was also trying to question you.

“I’m fine really! Todoroki popped it in for me and it’s just a bit tender.”

“Tch, you’re always getting fucking hurt one way or another.”

You frowned, mood dampening, knowing he was right. There wasn’t an activity that had passed where you haven’t gotten injured somehow, you were too careless.

“Oi Bakugou don’t be mean, she may have hurt herself but she’s strong enough to keep fighting, plus she placed fourth in the race! That’s pretty manly don’t you agree?” Kirishima spoke, he didn't like seeing the dejected look on your face.

He thought a smile suited your face much better than a frown, and he wanted it to go away.

“It’s okay Eijiro, he’s right, I’m always getting hurt. I have to get stronger so that doesn’t happen anymore.” You raised your hand and squeezed it into a fist, a steely look in your (e/c) eyes. “So let’s go kick some ass and get those 10 million points!.”

The three boys shared a smirk with you, reading themselves for what was going to come.

“Hey mummy man look alive! The 15 minutes for our students to get situated is finally up and we’re ready to start the battle now that our 12 teams are picked and ready to go head to head!”

“I see some pretty unexpected student combinations.”

“YEAH, RAISE THOSE HANDS HIGHER FOLKS AND GET READY TO WATCH A BLOOD PUMPING U.A. BATTLE ROYAL! LET ME HEAR YOUR CHEERS!”

“We all set?” You huffed as Bakugou’s full weight rested on the makeshift seat of your guys’ arms before standing from your squatted position. You and Sero held onto Kirishima’s shoulder with one hand each, leaving the other, that was facing away from the triangle you three created, open for any attacks.

“Hell yeah, let’s do this!” Kirishima whooped, trying not to jostle Bakugou too much with his excited movements.

“Okay first years, you better like your teams because it’s too late to change them! LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED WITH A COUNTDOWN! 3..”

“Let’s crush them.” Bakugou cracked his knuckles, an undaunting aura radiating off of him.

“2..”

“Yeah!” A chorus answered back, you all steeling your nerves.

“1!”

“BEGIN!” Midnight finished.

 You all moved surprisingly in perfect sync as you made your way over to Izuku, and you felt happy he had managed to form a decent team after all. You tried to make sure you steered clear from everyone else, knowing it was better to let them focus on Izuku and not on anyone else like you guys, that way you stayed safe for as long as possible.

“Deku’s running away like a coward!" Bakugou huffed as Izuku shot off into the air with his team, dodging all the other teams while doing so. He landed a bit of a ways away, becoming bombarded once more as soon as his feet touched the ground.

“It’s one big game of cat and mouse!” Sero observed.

“Well we can’t afford to become another mouse, we have 730 points altogether and other teams may grow desperate the more time goes on, we need to keep our guard up.” The others grunted in agreement.

“It’s only been two minuets and it’s already a frenzy down there! Watch those headbands kiddos, you don’t have to go for the biggest fish in the sea when there are plenty of others!”

Izuku took off once again, and you felt heat start to form around you guys.

“Dammit this is getting us nowhere, you can’t run away so easily Deku!”

“Bakugou wait!” 

Your shouts fell on deaf ears as he used his quirk to launch off into the air after Izuku. You had to close your eyes at the force of the heat, grunting slightly. You saw that he technically wasn’t on the ground, this couldn't make your team disqualified could it?

His movements were graceful as he soared in the air, your team halting to watch him fly up higher and higher. Sero was about to release his tape to pull him back but you stopped him right before he could. Sero gave you a questioning look along with Kirishima.

“Hakamata what are you..?”

“Midnight hasn’t called him out yet on a disqualification yet right? So I assumed this is okay for now, let’s see if he can reach them! You can grab him if his first attempt doesn’t work out, we can’t have him too careless now.”

You all agreed and looked back up to watch Bakugou lunged for Izuku, arm outstretched to use his quirk and grab the points. You were all ready to run, knowing you’d be the next target everyone would be after if you managed to succeed. He let out a large explosion and reached towards the head band as you felt your heart skip a beat, a loud ringing in your ears that dulled the screaming of the crowd. He missed. His attacked and point of entry was blocked by Tokoyami and his quirk, Dark Shadow. This was the first time seeing it in action, and you had to admit it was really cool.

“Shit pull him back new Sero!” Kirishima yelled.

“Right!” Sero agreed, launching his tape high in the air to get a good hold of Bakugou.

“WOAHH! As cool as that was, Bakugou had been separated from his team, is that allowed?”

 “He never touched the ground so I say it’s okay!” Midnight announced in response.

Bakugou luckily put up no fight as Sero dragged him back and he quickly fell straight for the group. Mutual grunts sounded between you guys as you braced your bodies while he landed harshly on outstretched arms. Your right hand came up to his chest to help with balance while his right arm was slung around your shoulders, his hand clutching your hurt shoulder which made you wince in pain. 

He heard your quick intake of breath and looked over at you before he could situate himself, seeing that you turned your head towards him at the same time and your noses softly brushed together and foreheads touching. You stayed that way for a few seconds, the both of you not moving apart due to the shock of being so close. Bakugou then felt annoyed at the way his heart fluttered and chose to pull away quickly.

You felt you face heat up at the close proximity you two just shared and couldn’t help but look away as well. You heard some whooping from the crowd and to add to your embarrassment, the whole thing was shown on the big screen.

“Well would you look at that folks! Seems like getting those 10 million points isn’t all that matters to these two 1-A lovebirds! The touching moment we witnessed between them proves that!” 

“WE AREN’T A COUPLE!” You both shouted in sync, faces red.

“C’mon guys quit making out and focus!” Sero laughed.

You watched as Bakugou smacked his head while sitting up, choosing not to look at anyone.

“Shut up and let’s get a move on.” 

You felt someone brush by you guys, and before you had time to react, pale grey eyes locked on your own.

“Moving on, as we reach the 7 minuet mark, let’s see how the others are faring in this challenge!.. Hold on here, this is sure an unexpected turn of events.”

A hand shot up over your head, reaching for the headband Bakugou wore, your eyes widened as you tried to shoot a beam of light but the guy dodged, managing to swipe it off.

“Beside’s Midoriya’s team, the rest of class 1-A isn’t doing so hot! Even Bakugou is losing! But we should’ve all seen that one coming with the goo goo eyes he was making at little miss Hakamata!”

Bakugou twisted in shock, a snarl leaving his lips as he tried to lunge for it back, only to miss again.

“You’re fault for letting yourself get distracted in the heat of battle, couldn’t you woo your girlfriend somewhere else?” 

“What’d you say!? Get back here!!” Bakugou huffed, glaring at the blonde kid who was smirking at him.

“I said you’re dumb, you along with you classmates. You didn’t realize how they laid out the first course, and showed off your strengths, and your weaknesses-” He looked at you before looking back towards the fuming blonde you were holding up, “to everyone before the real battles began. Us in 1-B figured it out and played it safe, but you all? Well, only a fool would obsess over the preliminary rounds, don’t you agree, Bakugou?” 

“Unlike you I don’t have any weaknesses-”

“Oh no weaknesses huh?" He cut Bakugou off, "Seems like you were pretty weak when that sludge monster had you captive, you’re pretty famous aren’t you? You’ll have to tell me another time, how it feels to always be in the role of the victim.” The kids eyes sharpened and his smirk grew wider.

Bakugou was shaking in anger, hands clenched tightly into fists as he looked at the boy with the most intense glare, it was about as harsh as the ones he gave Izuku.

“Guys… we have a change of plans, before we take down Deku, we’re going to destroy these B-list idiots.”

“We’ve reached the halfway point but it’s still anybody's game! Class 1-B has made an unexpected showing, but can they keep it? And who will win the 10 million points in the end!?”

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If you guys can’t tell I am a sucker for for angry boys but I swear more interactions with the other two are coming up soon. 

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Unlikely Fates Entwine

The fourth installment to my writing experiment for the prompt "Plance in a tree" suggest to me by @musiclostinthought Thank you for your help! I hope you like it. This story is kinda inspired by Tangled.

"What a day!" Katie sighed in satisfaction, shaking her pouch which was filled to brim with gold coins. Those stupid merchants never see it coming and today seemed to be their lucky day. Her group had managed to encounter two poorly guarded caravans and since the loot was sufficient enough to last for the next few weeks so the group decided to take a break and disband, deciding to meet at their hideout in a month's time.

The news of the robbery was still fresh in the nearby towns so she couldn't risk spending her newly found wealth at the moment. Instead of a fine feast and a comfortable bed in an inn, she had to resort to two apples for dinner and another night camping in the forest.

"Tomorrow is going to be a good day" she mumbled to herself, munching on an apple while resting her back against the trunk of a tree. She was going to get up early in the morning and travel to a distant town where she could rest for a few days and easily spend her money. Then she would head off for the city of Olkari, it was the capital of the kingdom and one of the few cities that had a proper orphanage. The last time they had visited, she had wanted to help the place which had started to fall apart due to the lack of donations but at that time she didn't have two pennies to rub together.

After that visit, she had started to save up money for a year in order to make a generous donation and now much to her delight and thanks to the stupidity of rich people, the time had finally come.

Katie was just about to take a bite of the second apple when she heard the sound of footsteps quickly making their way in her direction. The forest was no stranger to other thieves or kidnappers so Katie quickly grabbed her things and expertly climbed the tree, she was resting against mere seconds ago.

She took a seat on a sturdy branch and waited for whoever it was to quickly pass by. The footsteps finally reached near her hiding spot but instead of going further, paused underneath the tree. She could easily hear a man panting and huffing in exhaustion. Katie cautiously took a peek at the person, thanks to the moonlight she could make out a figure of a tall young man, who was leaning against the tree trying to catch his breath. 

She scanned the area and found no one else in sight. Even though the man was bigger than her in size, she could easily take him down thanks to the techniques Shiro had taught her but since she was in a good mood tonight. She had decided to be merciful and give him an advance warning.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" she shouted at him in the manliest voice she could muster. The person glanced around in shock even in the darkness, the terror was evident on his face. "Up here!" she shouted when the man failed to locate her.

His face slightly relaxed and he immediately cried out, "Please save me!" 

"From whom?!" she shouted back. The man pointed in the direction from where he had come, "I was returning home when some people kidnapped me. They didn't exactly tell me why but I feel it's not just for some ransom. I think someone bigger intends to hold me hostage and blackmail my family. I managed to escape but I am sure they will soon find out and come looking for me. Please you have to help me hide!" he begged.

"I see..and what exactly I am getting from all this aside from trouble?" she tested. "Look I feel sorry for you but I am no saint and this more trouble than I can handle"

"Please! I will make sure you get paid!" He immediately shouted. "Oh really..how?" she wondered, feeling amused.

"If you help me get back to my family I promise you will be well paid for your kindness" he stated and she immediately grinned at the prospect of earning money and that too for doing something good for a change. "Well how can I refuse such an offer. You got a deal!" 

Before the conversation could further continue, her ears pricked at the sound of distant footsteps. Leaving further negotiations for later, she slightly leaned downwards and hissed at the young man.

"Can you climb a tree?" she questioned urgently. "Well I haven't climbed one in a long time.." he replied. Katie cursed under her breath, as the footsteps became louder. She jumped down to a lower branch and then ordered the anxious man, "Climb as much as you can and I will pull you up"

The man unsurely glanced at her small frame, "Are you sure?" he hissed back and she nodded. "Just trust me!" she cried out and he started climbing. Katie took a deep breath, she had once pulled up an injured Shiro to safety so she could certainly do this again. It was a risk, they could both fall and get caught but now she had promised to help the man. She wrapped her legs around the branch to remain steady and prayed it won't break under their weight.

Luckily, the rich boy was a good climber and managed to reach the branch below hers. Katie summoned all her strength and pulled him up just in a nick of time. They held their breath in anticipation as the footsteps of the kidnappers passed them without a second thought. 

After a few minutes, Lance allowed himself to sigh in relief but the relaxation didn't last long for him as he felt a cold metal blade pressed against his neck. 

"So how much money are we talking about?"

Thank you for reading! Please Reblog if you liked it and if you have any suggestions please let me know.

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Love

KiriBaku is the 2nd ship that had won and is meant to be my 200 follower special! This one-shot is supposed to be comedy-fluff (there’s like barely any comedy lol) but I ended up putting a smidge of angst oops Anyway, I want to say thank you to everyone who has followed me! I had said before that I tend to be inactive during the holidays because of sad personal reasons so I am surprised that I managed to even hit the 200 mark in such a short time so thank you. You all mean the world to me. <3 I am a total sap

Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki

Warnings: None (Fluff and a smidge of angst for days), Bakugou gets really soft for a hot sec and I don’t regret it

Words: 1,692

“Sorry.”

The word was grunted out and took Kirishima, who is sat on the floor, by surprise. His head snaps up to the bed to see a sleepy Bakugou already staring down at him. The red-head glances towards the clock to see it’s almost midnight, on a school night, so he’s even more taken back. Bakugou never apologizes, so Bakugou doing so, late at night worries the red-head to no ends.

Kirishima pauses the muted game and places the controller on the floor beside him. He is quick to take a spot on the bed beside Bakugou.

“Why are you apologizing?” Kirishima questions, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

The permanent glare that would usually be on Bakugou’s face is non-existent. Instead, an almost sorrowful look is on his face. His eyes waver as he stares at Kirishima. Silence fills the air as Kirishima waits patiently taking the other’s hand gently.

It takes a while before Bakugou speaks. “Well, you wanted to go to that movie this weekend, didn’t you?” Bakugou questions his gaze suddenly narrowing down at the red-head.

The rest of the question is heard through the silence. Bakugou wanted to add ‘With me?’

It hit Kirishima and he forces a smile on his face as his heart begins to ache. He squeezes Bakugou’s hand and answers, “Well yeah but I told you before it is fine since the others are tagging along. You can take however long you need before we come out to the class.”

Silence once again befalls between the two males. It’s been a full month since they’ve been officially dating in secret. A full month of Kirishima pretending that they are just best bros for Bakugou’s sake. Bakugou doesn’t really care who knows now but he wished it to be a secret because he is one for privacy. That and he really wanted to be sure of his feelings for Kirishima. It is his first relationship and one he never dreamed of having.

Now that he is sure of his feelings, he has surprisingly become gentle around Kirishima. Of course, that hasn’t gone unnoticed by the Bakusquad. They already figured out the two were dating but have said nothing out of respect (besides the slight teasing because it’s the Bakusquad).

“Babe, go back to sleep,” Kirishima murmurs as the forced smile turns into a gentle one upon seeing Bakugou’s tiredness.

Bakugou says in a mumble, “Get the fuck over here.”

Kirishima’s smile lights up the room at that demand. The video game is long forgotten as he cuddles into Bakugou and the two sleep rather soundly.

~*~

The school day went by as normal. Bakugou is already headed for the dorms with the squad in tow. They make it halfway when the squad is stopped by the Dekusquad. All of them ignore the agitated Pomeranian as Uraraka starts the conversation between all of them.

“Sorry to bother you but we were wondering if you would like to accompany us to the arcade? Todoroki has never gone and Iida doesn’t quite understand the gist of it so I figured if we invited you all along you can show them how it’s done!” Uraraka says explaining their situation.

Kirishima immediately lights up at this and answers for himself, “I’ll tag along! That sounds fun!”

A lightbulb seems to turn on in Ashido’s, Sero’s, Kaminari’s, and Jirou’s head. Ashido acts fast as she links arms with Kirishima.

“Yes! We’ll join! I know Kirishima is the manliest here to show you how to be a true gamer!” Ashido says too happily.

Kaminari laughs as he asks Bakugou, “Are you coming with us? You should follow Kirishima’s example-“

“Shut the fuck up. Are we going or not?” Bakugou says with a growl.

~*~

“Whoa, what are you guys doing here?” Kaminari asks.

Hagakure, Shoji, and Mineta are at the arcade as well. Hagakure is the one to answer as she says loudly and cheerfully, ���I begged Shoji to come since Tsuyu said you all were coming!”

“I overheard that a few of our lady-friends would be here,” Mineta answers.

Ashido is the one that hits him before proceeding with a plan to ensure that everyone has the most fun. It works for everyone there but Bakugou. He remains a bit away from Kirishima at all times. He’s heavily annoyed that the others are getting close to him but for some reason, it feels like he’s watching Kirishima at one of his brightest moments.

The way his lips move to form a smile or how he encourages others to try the best. It warms his heart. Though he is even more annoyed that his attention is on others than him but it’s understandable considering the situation.

“Kaachan-“

Midoriya stops upon receiving the harshest glare from Bakugou. However, Midoriya’s voice was loud enough to gather the attention of Todoroki, Asui, and Ashido.

Todoroki glares at Bakugou as he asks, “What is it Midoriya?”

“Ah- I didn’t want to make Kaachan mad but I was wondering… Do you like Kirishima?”

The question made him freeze. He didn’t know how to respond and it didn’t help that to him, fucking Deku, was the one asking. With a loud ‘tch’ he leaves the arcade without a word. A few minutes pass as Midoriya wonders if he should go after him.

“What made you ask that?” Todoroki questions with curiosity now that the aggressive male is gone.

Midoriya frowns a bit before he responds, “I was just observing everyone and when I saw Bakugou I noticed the way he was looking at Kiri.”

“What about me? Oh, where did Bakubro go?” Kirishima asks as the others show up in tow.

“He um left.” Deku is awkward about not wanting to bring up what drove him away.

Todoroki is ruthless as he doesn’t hold back the information and says, “Midoriya asked him if he likes you.”

“I don’t think Bakugou is capable of feelings of love. Besides, he’s too focused on becoming the Number 1 Pro Hero,” Tsuyu says full of thought.

The painful ache in Kiri grows. It’s almost unbearable as he tries to laugh it off. The poor boy desperately wants to defend his boyfriend but is unable to. If Bakugou really left at that, then there is no way he is near ready to come out to the class.

“Well, this would be a wonderful time to head back to the dorms in order to make it in a timely manner for dinner!” Iida states.

Ashido is the first to speak from the Bakusquad and says, “You guys go ahead. I actually wanted to get a game in with Kiri.”

Midoriya is the only one who gives Kirishima a concerned look from sensing something else. The others bid the Bakusquad goodbye and Midoriya follows behind a bit reluctant.

“Dude, you okay?” Kaminari questions.

He and Sero put a hand on each of Kirishima’s shoulders. Ashido is peering up at the confused boy who is trying desperately to act like everything is fine. Upon seeing his face, she wants to let out a small inhuman cry because there are tears threatening to pour from his eyes.

“I’m about to go kill hi-“

The arcade door slams open and Bakugou walks. His cheeks are a slight red hue and he is blowing into his hands. His eyes scan the arcade only to stop on the group. He takes large strides to them before boldly reaching for Kirishima’s hand.

“Fuck it’s so damn cold outside.”

Indeed, his words ring true as Bakugou’s cold hand makes Kirishima flinch. His mind turns blank as he realizes that Bakugou is actually holding is hand, in front of their friends, and in public.

“Let’s get out of here before it gets more fucking cold and dark. You- damn extras, find a different route,” Bakugou says as a demand.

He pulls a confused but now happy Kirishima out of the arcade and the two start their slow walk back to campus. Their hands don’t part for a single second. However, their walking speed comes to a halt when Kirishima admits something.

“I’m surprised you came back for me,” He says.

His voice is slightly shaky, forcing Bakugou to tense. Bakugou lets out a heavy sigh as he squeezes Kirishima’s hand.

“I never left. I waited outside until fucking Deku and those extras left.”

It’s silent between the two for a moment until Kirishima says, “I know it’s unmanly of me but you had me worried there for a second. When I heard you left I thought you were, I don’t know, ashamed of others even thinking we’re together.”

When more silence follows, Kirishima gets a bit nervous. He lets out a forced chuckle but before he can even utter a word out or make a joke of it, Bakugou wraps his arms around him. The sudden embrace makes all train of thought leave and Kirishima slowly but snugly returns the hug.

“Never, Dumbass. I love you.”

The way Bakugou says this is sort of choked. It shows how emotionally stumped he is from how much energy it took to say it but also proves that he meant it in full. That is all Kirishima needs to know that the love they have is real. That Bakugou is ready to come out to the class and Kirishima couldn’t be happier.

Bonus scene:

“PFFT What do your shirts say?!” Sero asks with a big smile on his face.

Ashido and Kaminari are already howling with laughter. Most of the class that had decided to go to the movies with the Bakusquad watch with amusement and awe. Bakugou growls like a vicious animal as his hold on Kirishima tightens.

“You can fucking read, can’t you?”

Indeed, everyone there reads the shirts in their head once more. Bakugou’s shirt says “I’m With Stupid” while Kirishima’s shirt says “Guess I’m Stupid”. Somehow, Kirishima had managed to get Bakugou to wear this since he agreed to go to the movies last minute.

The condition?

Kirishima wears the “Guess I’m Stupid” shirt and then they will burn the shirts after the movie is over. Love at its finest.

#boko no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #fanfiction #oneshot #kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x kirishima #fluff #angst #eijirou x katsuki #anime #manga #cute #bakugou katsuki x kirishima eijirou

[unladylikc]

( fire emblem: three houses quotes ft. vivi no one asked for but i am still posting anyways cause i have way too much time on my hands, lmfao. )

            ⁠— GARREG MACH MONASTERY.

Choir Practice:

“The good news is, my singing isn’t so bad, I sound like a dying horse.”

Cooking:

“I wouldn’t call myself a bonafide chef or anything, but I do like to think I’m fairly decent at it; still, the only cuisine I’m familiar with cooking is Malrixian dishes, so if we’re making anything else, you better have a recipe in hand.”

Dining Hall

“Hey, I’m only asking this for science, but hypothetically speaking... on the off chance you do happen to not want your food, would you mind forking it all over to me?” (Favorite Dish)

“Okay, professor, spill it. How much did you have to bribe another person to eat with me?” (In General)

Gifts

“Er... thanks, I guess.” (Neutral)

“For me? Oh, you shouldn’t have!” (Liked)

“Ugh, this is so not manly!” (Disliked)

Lost Items

“By the goddess, I’m so scatterbrained... thank you very much for returning this to me!” (If item is hers)

“Uh... I hate to break it to you since you went all the way to find it, but this definitely isn’t mine.” (If item is not hers)

Tea Party

“You know, I’m so used to people excluding me from tea parties, that being invited to one myself feels... weird somehow. Are you sure this isn’t a mistake?” (Invite/Start)

“I don’t care what is expected of female students here - I’m still not wearing a skirt or dress for as long as I can help it!” (Introducing own topic)

“Let me guess. You’re thinking something along the lines of, ‘Vivi is just the manliest gal to ever exist’, aren’t you? Welp, you’re not wrong there!” (Introducing own topic)

“Wh-What? I know I’m super ugly, but you still don’t have to stare so much.” (Observe)

“Are we having a staring contest? In that case, I won’t lose!” (Observe)

“Over already? Aw, I wanted to spend more time with you! When you’re not so busy, make sure to invite me again, okay?” (End)

Recruitment

“Sorry, professor! I’m flattered and all, but you’re just not that manly enough for me to even consider being part of your class. Maybe if you improve yourself just a little bit more, then I’ll think about it; until then, though, it’s a heavy no from me.” (Requirements not met)

“Greetings and salutations, professor! After having watched you, I’m convinced you’re truly an inspiration I would like to learn from... and trust me, coming from the paragon of manliness, ‘Vivi the Great’ herself, it means a lot! Now then, let’s cut to the chase, shall we? Ahem. Please, oh please let me join your class! I’m sure with you, I’ll achieve even greater, manlier heights.” (Requirements met)

“Yes! My puppy eyes worked! For a moment there, I thought you would reject me, based on my ugliness alone.” (Invite to join your house)

“C-C’mon! Surely, your class would benefit from having such a manly student like me...” (Decline to join your house)

           ⁠— TUTORING.

Instructing

“As expected.” (Good)

“At this rate, I’ll attain even more manliness.” (Great)

“Wow, I’m on a roll!” (Perfect)

“Huehuehue~ Pretty manly, huh?” (Praise)

Skill Level Up

“I, ‘Vivi the Great’, am unstoppable!”

“See that? That’s my manliness at work!“

“Aw yeah, I’m the best!”

“Woohoo! Grab your mothers, grandparents, and children, everyone! This is a cause for celebration.”

“Just watch - I’ll make you proud!”

          ⁠— GROUP TASKS.

Stable Duty

“Easy now, my equine friend... don’t go kicking me in the face, you hear?”

Weeding

“Nothing my manliness can’t handle!”

“For all that’s divine and holy, why in the goddess’ name am I stuck here with you? Ugh, whatever. Just don’t get in my way, poopy-head.” (With Felix)

Clearing Rubble

“Th-This? Pffft, it’s totally not heavy! I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“As expected from Dimsy/Dimka! You really are the embodiment of manliness; still, I won’t be outdone. Mark my words - one way or another, I’ll double my efforts, so I can pick up the same amount of rubble as you!” (With Dimitri)

Sky Watch

“Ugh, my stomach is feeling all nauseous. Let’s get this over with quickly before I throw up.”

Results

“It was... a bit lackluster, but next time, we’ll be sure to woo your pants off!” (Good)

“Of course, we performed the manliest!” (Perfect)

         ⁠— BATTLE QUOTES.

Certification Exams

“I can do anything I set my mind to; after all, my manliness has no bounds!” (Passed)

“Wh-What? Impossible! I demand a re-try!” (Failed)

Level Up

“This isn’t quite my manliest performance...” (0-2)

“W-Was it something I ate?” (3)

“Not bad, not bad!” (4-6)

“Now that’s what I’m talking about - true manliness at it’s peak!” (3-7)

When Selected

“I, ‘Vivi the Great’, will show you my manliness!” (Full Health)

“Ahahaha... this is fine!” (Low Health)

Enemy deals no damage or misses

“Na-nana-naa-nah!”

“Pfft... talk about unmanly!”

Critical Attacks

“Behold my manliness!”

“Burn, baby, burn!”

“In the name of the moon, I shall punish you!”

“You never stood a chance!”

“Grovel before me, ‘Vivi the Great’!”

Gambit

“We have the manly, tactical advantage!”

“Let’s combine our manliness!” (Gambit Boost)

Enemy Defeated

“Serves you right.”

“I was just manlier.”

“You can’t out manly me!”

“Only hunger, old age, and sickness can defeat me.”

“Another one bites the dust.”

Ally defeats an enemy

“Hey, you stole my chance!”

“So manly!”

“I knew you could do it.”

Ally heals or rallies

“I feel manlier!”

“I was doing fine...”

“As thanks, I’ll protect you!”

Reclassing

“Let’s hope I keep kicking ass and taking names!”

“Here’s to reaching newer heights!”

“With this, I’ll become even stronger and manlier...”

“I will never stop improving.”

New Skill

“More skills in my manly arsenal...”

Skill Mastered

“I knew I had it in me!”

Skill Level Up

“Great! Now, I can do an even manlier job.”

Class Mastery

“Could this be?! Have I finally reached the pinnacle of manliness?”

Death/Retreat

“T-To think I had my butt handed to me like this... so lame and unmanly!” (Rivalry of the Houses)

“No, I can still fight! I...” (Casual)

“This isn’t over! When next we meet, I will... I will definitely pay you back tenfold!” (Casual, war phase)

“...Looks like it’s the end; still, I died a manly death and that’s... all that matters.” (Classic)

#three houses tw #▓ ▌❛ ⋯ VERSE 📨 ◢ they call her a strumpet!! #⊰ headcanons ⋮ ☇ ❦ ⊱ #⊰ queued for the library ⋮ ☇ ❦ ⊱ #[ TBH the only reason vivi doesn't have a quote for 'bad' when being instructed is because her crest makes it impossible for her to fail ] #[ at using/learning any weapon ] #[ ALSO SHE DOESN'T HAVE A BUDDING TALENT ] #[ but she does HATE flying like no one's business ]

[linyi-is-dreaming]

The Decay of the Blossom 🥀 - 05

Story: BTS x Reader x GOT7

Category: Drama, Friendship, Love

Summary:  Y/N’s life starts to change as her mother gets herself a new man after her father’s passing. A new school, a new life. Everything sounds too good to be true. Apparently, destiny has its own rules and that is something she will learn when destiny gives her some signs along her way.

CHAPTER 5

“Y/N. Hey, wake up.”, her mother says softly as she shakes her a bit by her shoulder. As Y/N opens her eyes, she can see a comforting smile on her mother’s face. The room is still dark the only light in her room comes from the door.

“How late is it?”, Y/N mumbles as she touches her face. “Am I late?”

“No, not at all.” Her mother chuckles. “It is almost five am. I am sorry to wake you up earlier as you have planned, but your dad has some business meeting to which I will accompany him today. You were already asleep last night when we got home, that is why I thought I wake you up for a minute to tell you about today. I hope you don’t mind if we leave you alone again tonight?” Y/N rubs her eyes as she sits up.

“That’s fine with me.” Her voice sounds so tired that a smirk appears on her mother’s face. “I mean, that it is more than alright. Three of my friends are in the football team and they have a match today. They said that I should come and watch their match.”, she says as she fights against the feeling of yawning.

“When will the match begin?”

“They said after school, but I don’t know the exact time.”

“Well, I will make sure that we stay until eight or nine.”, she sighs. “Honey, I cannot promise it though. You know your dad, with some business partners he can talk for hours and some he just wants to go away from. This is apparently one he does not even want to go to.” Her mother’s eyes wander through the room as she obviously thinks about something. “We need approximately fifty minutes for one ride, I will text you when we drive off. Make sure you are home by then, okay?” Y/N hugs her mother.

“Thank you!”  

“Now go back to sleep. We will drive off at six thirty. In case you don’t want to sleep and you want to have breakfast with us instead.” Y/N shakes her head as an answer and lies back down. Immediately she closes with the hope of going back to the nice dream, she just had. She can hear someone walking towards her room. She closes her eyes and pretends to be asleep. Y/N hears a sigh, but it is not her mother’s.

“What are you doing? Let her sleep.”, her stepfather whispers into the room. He holds a hand out to her and when she is close enough, he pulls her closer.  

“Don’t worry. I will not wake her up.”, she says as she hugs him.  

“Maybe we can leave earlier tonight so we can eat together, huh?”

“Let’s leave some money in the kitchen, then she can go out to eat or order in if she likes.”

“Okay, sounds good to me too.” She gives him a fast peck on the lips and walks to the kitchen. Her stepfather looks at Y/N closely to see if she is asleep or not. When he thinks that she does, he closes the door.

It was the class before lunch break, in which no one really paid attention to, because of the substitute teacher. This teacher knows how to bore the hell out of a student, he practically just reads and does not answer any of the students question which made Y/N a little bit angry. It comes as no surprise that her mind starts to drift off as everyone else in class already did. Jungkook and Yugyeom already started to play thumb war. “Y/N.”, BamBam whispers. “Y/N.”, he repeats in a funny voice.

“What could you possible want from me? We are in class, just once. Only once be quiet so I can concentrate.”

“As you could focus on anything when this ‘teacher’ talks like that...”

“Gotcha. What do you want from me?”

“Nothing. I want nothing from you but an answer.”  

“Then shut it.”, Y/N says. BamBam rips a sheet from his notebook and starts to draw lines. Then he writes down their friend names and then he writes three names with a distance to the others. Then he writes a sentence underneath it and slides it to her. ‘Is it okay for you if we sit like this?’ Y/N laughs at his drawing, it looks as he tried to draw the tribune and a part of the football field. She only writes a 'yes’ before she slides it back.

“Perfect.”, he says as he takes one short look at the teacher who is with his eyes back in his book. BamBam slowly takes out his phone and takes a photo of his drawing. The click of his phone fills the room and that drags the attention of the teacher to him. The class started to fill with laughter and some students only grin whilst some shake their head.

“Put the phone away before I take it away!”, the teacher says in his direction. “You must be Mr. Kunpimook? I got already told that you will interrupt my class, one more time and you’ll get detention. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir, I understand.”, BamBam says in a mockingly tone. As the teacher turns away, he turns his phone on vibrate.  

“Bam, put that phone away already. You already got your attention.”, Y/N says with a shaking head until her phone starts to vibrate. When she touches her pocket to get the phone, she notices that Jungkook and Yugyeom are just about to do the same. She sees the notification that BamBam has send the photo to the group chat. “Could you not wait for lunch?”

“Come on. Be happy I made this plan or do you want to sit next to Jinyoung?” He tilts his head and puts an eyebrow higher than the other one.  

“We could have discussed it besides, I wanted to be placed next to you and Yugyeom anyway.”

“You wrote ‘yes’ on the plan. Could you have not said that you do not want to be placed next to someone else?”

“That’s not it.”

“What is the problem then?”

“I would sit in his eye sight. I do not want wholes in my head from his stares.”

“You are such a drama queen. He will get over it soon, don’t think about him. Think about the game!” She starts to think that he might not be wrong. Why should she even focus on him when she is there to cheer for her friends' team.

“I am hungry. Why do we have so many students in our school? Could the queue be any longer than that?”, Jackson complains.  

“Don’t be such a crybaby.”, Y/N comments with a smile. “No one likes a crybaby.”

“I am not a crybaby, okay?”

“Sure.”, she says as Jackson’s eyes go to the front of the queue. “Crybaby.” Namjoon and Yugyeom start to laugh along themselves as Jackson pretends to be hurt.

“I hope you like the game, I will give more than two-hundred percent of what I can give. I’ll show that who you call a crybaby is the one of the manliest men on this planet.” Y/N nods at his words. “Don’t believe me? Watch me.”

“I am looking forward to the game.” After a few minutes they finally had their food. Jackson points at one table whilst Yugyeom points at another one. Somehow, they could not decide to which table they should go to. The cafeteria looks more crowded than usual which makes it harder for them to find their friends.

“There, I found them. How were they even faster than us?”, Namjoon asks. Y/N did not see who he was talking about, she only followed them until her eyes meet Jinyoung’s. Her throat feels tight as she can see that he tries to speak but no word is coming out of his mouth either. She looks at the others on the table before her eyes move to her tray. She bites her lower lip before she turns to Jackson.

“I go and sit somewhere else. I don’t want to cost any drama.”, Y/N says as she is about to walk away.

“Nope.”, Jackson says as he puts his arm around her shoulder. “You can sit far away from him, but you still have the same friends together. Which means we will eat together.” Jackson takes her to the table, to keep her next to him. Apparently, it does not make the strange feeling go away since she looked at Jinyoung and that he almost sits opposite of her on this round table does not help at all. She tries to avoid to look in Jinyoung’s direction as good as she can. Even though the anger is not visible in his eyes anymore, it seems to be replaced with something else. It kind of looks like there was something else in his, she just does not know how to interpret it. Y/N can see that he feels uncomfortable too from the corner of her eyes.  

“Hello boys and beautiful girl.”, Jaebum says as he sits down on the opposite side of her. His words place a smile on her face. “I should call you more often beautiful, I missed your smile.” Hoseok rolls eyes at his words but when he sees that her cheeks have gone red, he smiles to himself.

“Are you done then?” Y/N shakes her head as she looks back at her tray with an embarrassed expression. “How wrong from me to say that you all see me as something else but not girly...”

“You are right that you are wrong.”, Jaebum says before he takes a bite from his sandwich.  

“You speak a lot today, are you so nervous?”

“Jaebum did not play last year. He probably thinks that he is not good enough yet.”, Youngjae says.

“We have our good luck charm Y/N with us, it’s going to work out just fine.”, Jin comments.

“You sure she’s coming?”

“Hello! I am right here! And yes, I will come. My parents are at a meeting, which will be a longer one. She will text me fifty minutes before they arrive at home. I should be able to watch your game.”

“Make sure your phone is full. Otherwise your plan might backfire.”, Jinyoung mumbles. It was still loud enough though for everyone to hear on the table. His words are surprising every one, no one thought that he would speak with her so soon again. Everyone looked a bit confused that he just tried to talk with her. Maybe he did not want to talk with her directly, maybe he just tried to talk with himself.  The table has never been this silent as it is now. Their eyes move between her and him as well towards each other in confusion. “What?”, Jinyoung asks looking at everyone but except Y/N. Everyone mumbles a nothing whilst her eyes and his eyes make eye contact. A smirk starts to appear on his face, to her surprise it does not look faked. They look at each other for almost ten seconds before he clears his throat and looks away. Jackson pushes his elbow against her upper arm and moves his eyebrows as he is questioning her what that was just about. She only forms her lips into a smile before she pushes him back with the elbow. For a second, she wonders why Jinyoung behaved the way he did but a voice in her head told to do not waste time thinking about it. She only spares him one more look before Hoseok lightens up the mood with an idea he has for dance class. He tells them about an idea he has but the problem is that they still need one more dancer in their group.

“If you truly need one more dancer, I can suggest you one.”, Y/N says. “Do you want to know who, Hoseok?”

“Okay, spit it. Who?”

“Yugyeom.” She starts to point in Yugyeom’s direction. “The other day he said he would say yes immediately if you would ask him if he would join you. Do you still want to do it, Yugyeom?” Yugyeom looked surprised by her suggestion that he need a second before he swallows his food.

“Me? Yes, I still would like to...”, he sighs. “But you are all on a different level than me.”

“We will meet up on Wednesday?”, Jimin asks as he looks at the other dancers on the table. “Forget that, we will hang out on Saturday. We will teach you some dances and then we will see how fast you can learn.” Y/N winks at Yugyeom before she puts her attention back on her meal.  

“Sounds great.”, Yugyeom says. He looks one more to her. When she looks at him too, he moves his lips as he would want to say ‘thank you’.

“Finally.”, BamBam says.  

“Why do girls need this long in the bathroom every single time?”, Yugyeom says as his phone rings. “Hello? Where? Already? Yeah, we are on our way.” He hangs up and looks at BamBam. "We need to run. They are trying to keep the sits saved for us but some others are making troubles because they want to sit there.” Yugyeom starts to run first, he is very fast and the speed he is running with is hard for Y/N to keep up with. Once arrived at the tribunes, all three look around to find them. BamBam is the first one to see Tae and Namjoon waving at them.

“There!”, BamBam screams over the loud screams of the others. When Y/N finally gets to her spot, which is between Mark and Jimin, she sees Jaebum warming up on the field. She tries to find the Jackson and Jungkook too, but she cannot find them. When Jaebum looks in their direction, she starts to wave. As he sees her waving, he starts to smile in her direction. The nervousness is visible on his face. Jackson and Jungkook start to appear and to talk with Jaebum. Jungkook waves in their direction and Y/N shows him the thumbs up.

“I hope you will like the game, Y/N.”, Jimin says. “Don’t be too focused on only one player.”

“Which player?”

“Forget what I said, I hope you will like the game.”, he says as his body turns to the field. As it is getting louder, she puts her attention to the game which is about to start.

As she walks off the tribune, someone takes her by her upper arm and drags her to the side. “Let go of me!” As she turns her head, her breathing stops for a second. He walks with her to the empty gym behind the field. “What do you want from me?”

“Can we talk?”, Jinyoung asks. “Please?”  

“There is nothing to talk about. I’ve got to go.”

“I reacted like an idiot. I don’t know what came over me, I am deeply sorry for what I said to you.”

“That’s what you want to talk about? I have nothing to say, excuse me. I have to say goodbye to my friends.” He lets go of her upper arm and follows her quietly.

“I just wanted to ask where you are at. Did you guys talk it out?”, Yoongi asks.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever. I have got to go. I see you guys around!”

“Wait, don’t you want to eat with us? We have to celebrate our win! I bet you are hungry already too.”, Jungkook says.

“I am not that hungry and next to that I only have a little over forty minutes left to get home before my parents arrive.” She can see that Jungkook is disappointed, but he fakes a smile. “Bye guys.” Y/N waves to the boys as she starts to walk off.  

“See you tomorrow!”, Jinyoung says to the others as he walks up behind her. She walks faster but he continues to follow.  

“Where do you think you are going?”

“I’m walking you home.”

“There is no need to walk me home.”

“I know. I just need the chance to talk with you. If you still don’t want to talk with me afterwards, fine. But give me a chance to explain myself.”

“Okay, speak.” Y/N starts to slow down as her mind battles with her heart. On one hand she wants it to be back to normal, just the way it was. On the other hand, she is still mad for the scene he made in the cafeteria. The embarrassment he cost her and the weird feeling at school this morning with many student’s eyes on her whilst they whisper things to each other.

“I know I have acted like an idiot, but I was so happy that we have the main roles. I was looking forward to play with you as my partner...” Jinyoung does not look at her. He keeps his eyes on the ground and only looks up from time to time as they walk along the road. “When Tae told me that we need to talk with our teacher about you, I was not thinking about anything specific. I thought maybe you would need extra practice or something like that. But when he said you will not appear to the play, I lost it.” He licks his lips repeatedly before he bites in his lower lip for a few seconds. “Last week after drama class, the teacher told me and Tae to stay a few minutes longer. He was asking us if we know anything about your father and his opinion about drama. Tae mentioned that your father said he will call you sick in on the day of the play. I was shocked to hear that from him and I started to wonder if you trust me enough to tell me that by yourself. But you did not even attempt to talk with me about this. Our teacher told me today about the day your father came to the school to get you out of the class. I realized how wrong I was when the teacher told me how your father reacted to him when he said he won’t take you out of the play.” Y/N says nothing the whole time as she tries to understand the why he reacted the way he did. She suddenly stops walking when she sees a familiar car parking at the bus stop in front of them. Jinyoung walked two more steps as he notices that she stopped walking he turns to her. “I am sincerely sorry, can we go back to the way we were?”

“Oh hell no.” Her voice was almost just a whisper, a shadow of itself as she takes a closer look at the car.

“What? I just apologized with all of my heart! And you just say no?”

“My mom and... They should not be here already!”, she says as her palms become sweaty. “I am not prepared. He will not like to see me at this time of the day with a friend on the street without his acknowledge.”

“I got it, don’t worry. Come on.”, he says. When her parents get out of the car, she could tell that they are in a good mood. Her mother waves at them with a big smile on her face. “Good evening, Mrs. Y/L/N.”, Jinyoung says as they stand in front of them. “Good evening, Sir.”

“Jinyoung, right?”, her mother asks. Jinyoung nods with a smile. “What are you two doing out this late?”

“I found Y/N in the library studying alone. She told me that nobody was at home and that she wanted to study for the upcoming test.”

“So, you went to the library to study too?”, her stepfather asks.

“That is correct, sir.”

“You are not in the same class though, how do you know about the upcoming test of hers?”

“I know it because of our friends who are in the same class as her. I know their study faces when a test is coming up, but I actually thought someone as clever as Y/N do not need to study that hard. I guess I was wrong.” Her father looks proudly at her before he turns to her mother.  

“That does not explain why you were walking next to her. This is not the library.”, he says with a bit of a serious tone.

“Sir, please don’t be mad. I just wanted to make sure she goes home safely.”

“I think to remember that I saw the name of your friends on the football team who had a match today. Did you not go to them?” Y/N looks nervously at Jinyoung before her eyes went to her mother.  

“Do not ask this kid so many questions! Let him breathe.”, her mother says.

“It’s fine, Mrs. Y/L/N. I went to the library before the game but because of studying we forgot the time.” Her father looks at him suspiciously before he starts to smile.

“Alright then.  Both of you get in the car, I will drive your friend home.”

“Thank you, Sir. But I don’t want to be a burden.” Her father starts to put his hand on his shoulder.

“You wanted her to walk home safely, that shows me that you are trustworthy. Let us make sure that you get home safely too.” He puts his hand off him and into his pocket as he looks at Y/N before he looks right back at Jinyoung. “That was not any kind of excuse to save her from being in trouble, right?”

“No, absolutely not.”

“Good.” Her father says as he walks them to the car. “Don’t forget your seatbelts!” The drive to Jinyoung’s home took them less than twenty minutes, but the silence makes her want to jump out of the car. From time to time her mother makes some small talk with Jinyoung but her father does not even try to have a conversation with him.

“You can stop the car right here, my house is right around the corner.” Her father pulls to the side and turns the motor off.

“It is truly not far away from our home. Take care, Jinyoung.”

“Thank you for the ride, Sir. Goodbye Mr Y/L/N and Mrs Y/L/N.” He turns to Y/N. “See you tomorrow.” She only smiles and waves at him.  

“He is a very polite boy.”

“So, he is no punk to you anymore?”, Y/N asks carefully. Her father starts the motor again.

“What do you mean with punk?”

“Well, the last time he was at our home, you called him a punk.”

“I said I give each of them one chance. He seems to use his chance, but you still will not play at the festival.”

“I know.”, she mumbles quietly as she starts to play with her sleeve. “I have not forgotten about it.”

The morning after she wakes up earlier than usually to be in front of Jinyoung’s house before he would go to school. She stands in front of the building as she looks at her phone to check the time. The extra bag that she has on her left arm is getting heavier so she swings it with one swing over her shoulder.  

Y/N: Good morning! When will you come downstairs?

For a few minutes she walks up and down the street as she whistles to herself. She whistles a melody which is stuck in hear head lately.

Jinyoung: Hey. Just woke up.  

Y/N sees a male figure who looks like Jinyoung at one of the windows. She can see that the boy at the window has a phone in his hands. He seems to type something on his phone.

Jinyoung: Do you want to come upstairs?

Y/N: Actually, I thought I come earlier with muffins and toast and we could breakfast at school or at a park...

Jinyoung: Give me a few minutes. I’ll be right there.

It took him not even ten minutes to be at the front door. “Can I have this service every day? I would not mind it at all.”

“Don’t be silly. I just wanted to thank you for basically saving me.”

“Did it help that you forgive me for what I said the other day...?”

“Yes. I forgive you.” Jinyoung smiles has gotten even bigger. “Here is the first of a few muffins.” Jinyoung takes one from her.

“Did you bake them?”

“Okay, you got me on that.” She rolls her eyes. “I did not bake them.” She takes another muffin from her bag for herself.

“Oh, thank God.” Y/N looks at him with narrowed eye brows. “I would have not been able to eat them if you would have made them.”

“Hey! I brought you muffins and all you can say are those unfriendly words? How rude are you?” Jinyoung starts to laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yep.” He takes a bite from the muffin in her hand. “They are really good. Mine has even some chocolate pieces in it, yours is only pure vanilla.” He looks at her as another smile appears on his face. “Come on. I was just joking. You are just too cute for your own good self sometimes.”

“Since when am I cute?”

“Who said you are cute?”

“You just did.”

“You were cute, now. You are more like a gremlin.” She makes a funny face at him. “That is exactly how I imagine how you look like without make up.”

“I only wear mascara.”

“Damn. I already pictured you with dozens of pimples and with a weird face shape-”, she interrupts him.

“Okay, got it. Enough.”

“I am not done yet.” She takes the muffin out of his hand.  

“But I am. If you guys say it from time to time at school, fine. But I do not need it after school and especially not before the school even starts.” She holds the muffin in front of his face. “If I give it back, you stop?”

“I would have stopped if you asked me to.”, he says as he takes the muffin from her and walks off. “Hurry, you don’t want to strike roots.” She laughs about their conversation as she speeds up to walk beside him.

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Luhan - The one out of billions ♥ [Part 4]

Member: Former Exo Member Luhan

Pairing: Idol!Luhan & You

Genre: Fluff

Words: 3,231 [couldn’t cut it anyhwere earlier]

Summary: People rarely have the chance to find their soulmate, but it looks like you just met yours. Your one out of Billions. And he just might be your Bias as well.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Today is my graduation day. Finally. This means that I’m one step closer to going to Korea. I know that I sound desperate, but due to our bond, Luhan and I both feel miserable. He couldn’t really talk to me for the last few days. They had to travel, so he couldn’t use his phone a lot. Although I told him that it is fine that he isn’t here today I still miss him a lot.

I’m currently sitting next to my friend and we’re waiting to be called on stage so we can receive our diploma. “Y/N.” Our director calls calmly and I stand up. I carefully walk up the stairs. ‘Don’t fall. Don’t fall Don’t fall’ I think to myself and am filled with relief as I finally take my directors hand in a quick shake. Before giving me my diploma he turns towards the microphone. “As some of you might know, Y/N met someone really special a few weeks ago.” I blush furiously and the others clap. They all know that I met Luhan and that he’s my destined. “Unfortunately he’s on another continent, but he called a few days back and asked me to arrange something.” A video starts and Luhan’s face appears. “Y/N. Congratulations on your diploma. You don’t know how proud I’m of you.” From outside the video you hear someone scream “WE ARE ALSO PROUD OF YOU” and I immediately recognise Xiumin’s voice. He’s the only one who is allowed to do something like this without Luhan immediately restarting the video and throwing all of them out. “They are proud of you. I know you miss me just as much as I miss you and that it’s sometimes hard to get through the day. I know I said I couldn’t be here today, but I sent you a small present to make up for it. I hope you enjoy it. I’m proud of you, baobei.” The screen goes black and suddenly the hall gets a little darker. My director pulls me aside and suddenly wolf starts. It’s too dark for me to see, but I can hear giggling and elegant footsteps. Someone turns on a spotlight and at first I’m blinded because it’s so bright. As soon as my eyes get used to the light I recognise the tree. And in the front is none other than my destined, wearing a suit and looking deadly handsome. He looks me straight in the eye and winks. I watch in awe as 12 boys in suits dance to “Wolf” and my school cheers loudly. As soon as the song ends 11 of the boys bow to the crowd and start clapping for themselves. Only Luhan is running towards me and hugging me tightly. It feels like a weight is lifted from my shoulders. The crowd goes crazy, but all I can see is his eyes. All I can feel is his body, wrapped around mine and all I can hear is his voice. He’s whispering things to himself in Chinese. “Why didn’t you tell me!” I look at him, happy tears streaming down my face. “Because that would have ruined the surprise!” he grins from ear to ear and carefully wipes away my tears. My director hands my diploma over to Luhan and he pulls me off the stage. 12 guys start wrapping themselves around me and I’m swallowed by them. I’m still crying happy tears as Luhan holds me close and starts wiping them away with his lips. Baekhyun makes gagging noises to annoy Luhan, but it doesn’t work. I don’t know if he sees anything besides me. His eyes are focused on my face. The ceremony ends soon and everyone leaves the hall. After handing out the diplomas my school offers snacks and drinks to everyone there. I quickly start looking for my family and ask Luhan to let go of me for a second. He unwraps his arms only to grab my hand and help me search. “There they are!” I exclaim and run towards them. Luhan follows me without a problem. “My baby!” My mum says and hugs me awkwardly since Luhan doesn’t let go of my Hand. “Already grown up!” The turns to look at Luhan. “It’s a nice surprise to see you here, young man. I’m Y/M/N” She says and gives him her hand. Luhan quickly lets go of my hand and bows to my mum. Than he grabs her hand. “Hello Mrs. Y/L/N. I’m Exo’s Luhan.” I smile at his usual introduction and look at my mum, who is a little confused. “I told you he’s part of a famous band in Korea. The band’s name is Exo.” She nods and looks at Luhan again. Luhan starts fumbling with his hands and seems a little nervous. “Everything’s alright.” I tell him and carefully grab his hand again. He smiles at me and kisses my cheek. “Well. I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. I heard there’s food here.” My mum winks and leaves quickly, giving me and Luhan some time alone. “Baobei?” Luhan squeezes my hand to get my attention. I look at him and smile immediately. “You’re here.” I whisper, still not believing it. He nods and carefully takes my cheek in his hand. “I talked to our manager-h. . to our manager and he said that we could come here. We have an interview in New York on Monday and would have spent all the days just practising. Tao fell a few weeks ago during practice and our manager said that, instead of practising we can visit you and all heal a little.” He explains quickly and smiles at me. He tries to leave out things like hyung most of the time, because I once told him that they confuse me a little. “And the others agreed?” I bite my lip. 'What if they are here against their will?’ I quickly look around and immediately find Kris, Tao, Sehun and Kai. They are surrounded by girls and it is obvious that they are enjoying themselves. Chen and D.O. are checking out the food and Baekhyun and Chanyeol are outside, playing football, together with Lay and Suho. Luhan is talking about how excited the boys were to come back and meet me again until he notices that my head is somewhere else. 'Where is Xiumin?’ I ask myself. The oldest seems to have disappeared until I find him standing behind Luhan. Xiumin scares Luhan, who jumps and turns around quickly. I start giggling and earn a poutyface from Luhan. “Xiumin-hyung. I told you not to scare me! That doesn’t make me look manly.” Luhan whines and I wrap my arms around him. “You’re the manliest out of all of them.” I giggle as Luhan wraps his arms around me. Xiumin is still grinning and looking at Luhan. “Have you asked her?” Xiumin seems to have reminded Luhan of something, since he turns around and looks at you nervously. “Would you like to stay over? We basically booked an entire floor in the hotel and each have out own room. And I wanted to ask you if you would maybe. . ” he blushes furiously “like to stay. I guess we will sleep better when we’re with each other and. . ” He scratches his neck “I promise I won’t try anything. We’ll just sleep” He stutters a little and his pronunciation gets a little weird as he rambles on and on. I decide to save him and kiss is cheek. “I have to ask, but. . Sure. I’d love to stay.” The smile he’s showing right now could replace the sun. “Give me a second.”

I carefully unwrap myself and wave at him and Xiumin as I walk away. I look for my mum. When I find her I ask her quickly and at first she’s against it. “You’re too young!” she says. “I’m 18, mum. I’m basically a grown-up.” “But he’s what? 25? He’s really old. What if he tries to force you to do something you’re not ready to do.” “Mum. He’s my destined. He’s basically not able to hurt me. And he promised that we’ll just sleep.” “And what about the others? There are 12 of them, right? What if one of the others tries something!” This is getting annoying. “Mum they’d never do that. Plus Luhan will probably not leave my side for the entire evening. Pleeease! You’re not at home eitherway. You wouldn’t even notice. Pleeease! “ I beg and she sighs. “I’m just worried. You’re my baby and you’re growing up so fast. You’ll leave the country in a few weeks and who know when we’ll see each other again.”

Luhan is suddenly by my side. “What does that mean? 'You’ll leave the country in a few weeks?’ Are you going somewhere else to study?” His angelic face looks so confused, it’s adorable. “We’ll talk about it later, okay? I wanted to tell you when we’re alone.” He nods and pulls me close. “Are you allowed to stay?” His eyes look at me first and than at my mum. “Mum? Please. . ”I say one last time and make a poutyface. Luhan looks at me and smiles. “Okay okay. You can stay. But you’ll call me first thing in the morning and tell me if everything’s alright!” I nod and hug her quickly. “Thank you ! You’re the best!” She smiles and hugs me back, nearly hugging Luhan because he refuses to let me go. “I know I know.” She laughs and swats me away.

I look at Luhan who carefully picks me up so we’re the same height. I never really realised that he’s about 10 cm taller. We only spent a few hours together so I never really had the time to notice. “You make me so happy.” He whispers. “Come on. Let’s go outside. I know you want to join Lay and the others.” I say and take his hand. “But if I play football with them I can’t be with you. . ” He says and bites his lower lip. “We have the entire night Luhan. Now go and join them. You too Xiumin” I add and look at the oldest member, who is standing behind us.

The boys start running and hurry through the crowd until they’re outside. That quickly catches the attention of The rest of the members inside and they all join the outside-group. When I’ arrive outside, all the boys are in their white dress shirts and are fighting against each other. I sit down on a bank close to them and watch them.

The teams are pretty obvious. It’s basically Exo-K against Exo-M. My best friends sits down next to me after a while. “I never thought you would really end up with one of them” She smiles at me. “Me either. I know I joked about it, but now. .It just feels so unreal. Like I’ll wake up in a second and everything was a dream.” I sigh and lean against her. “You will move to Seoul soon, right?” She looks at me and looks sad. I nod and take her hand. “I guess so. It’s really hard to stay away from him.”I explain and she nods. “You’ll come back, right? And I’m allowed to visit you. And we’ll skype sometimes.” A tear runs down her cheek. We’ve been friends ever since kindergarten. We first hated each other. She would constantly take away my toys and pull my hair but one day she got into trouble. Big trouble. I saw that it wasn’t her fault and explained it in front of our group. That was the best decision I’ve ever made because that was the moment everything changed. We’ve been best friends every since. Inseparable. Like twins. “Of course. I’d never leave you.” I hug her closely. She stays quiet and just hugs me back. “I’m happy it’s him, you know? He loves you a lot.”She adds. “How would you know?” I ask and she laughs so loud, that the boys stop playing for a second to look at her.

“First: he’s your destined you idiot! And second, he always looks at you. He’s been doing it throughout the entire game. He looks at you like you’re the jackpot. Like you’re everything he’s ever wanted.” She sighs jealously. “I hope I’ll find my destined one day and that he’ll look at me the same way.” I hug her tightly. “You will. And if he doesn’t look at you that way I’ll personally hit him.” We laugh together. “Have you kissed him yet?” She asks and bumps my shoulder. I shake my head. “I barely know him. And to be honest I’m kinda nervous. You know I’ve never kissed a guy” I lower my voice so Luhan doesn’t hear it. “Y/N. He will probably be really happy that you haven’t kissed a guy before.” She looks at him. “To be honest I can imagine him being really jealous. And really hot.” She fans herself with her hand. “Stop drooling over my b. . over him ! There are enough girls out there doing it.” I look at her with fake anger and she grins. “Why did you interrupt yourself when you wanted to say boyfriend.” “We haven’t talked about it yet. I don’t even know if we’re in a relationship.” I sigh. “Then talk to him!” “You know I’m shy. This is all really new to me.” I whisper and look towards Luhan and catch him staring at me. He winks and waves at me. The boys start screaming his name and something in Korean and Luhan turns away and continues to play. “I know I know. But you have to talk to him. You want to live with him soon. There is no reason to be scared.” “I will talk to him. Later.” I say. “No. Today. This evening. And we’ll meet each other tomorrow and you’ll tell me everything about it!” She says. “And If he wants to spend the day with me?” I ask “Then you’ll call me in the evening. Pinky promise!” She offers me her pinky and I roll my eyes. “Okay okay. Pinky promise.” I say.

After that we start chatting about different topics, for example what some of the girls have been wearing and that our directors hair looked like a fluffy rabbit. I’m always watching the boys and sometimes catch Luhan looking at me. They sometimes fight a little, especially Chanyeol starts arguments by trolling his band members with the help of the rest of the beagle line and Suho has to hurry to solve the problem. After about an hour the boys stop playing and Luhan runs towards me to pick me up.

“Iew you’re sweaty!” I giggly and squirm but he doesn’t let go of me. He continues to hug me. They didn’t sweat a lot and all still look pretty perfect. It’s a little irritating because, after an hour of football, I’d probably look like a mess. In case I even play for an hour and don’t stop after 10 minutes. He puts me down and looks at my friend curiously. “Is that your best friend?” He asks and points at her. I quickly nod and Luhan lets go of me to bow. “hello. I’m Exo’s Luhan” My friend starts giggling loudly and a confused Luhan looks at me. “Did I do something wrong?” My best friend shakes her head and takes a deep breath. “It’s just. I know who you are. You don’t need to introduce yourself. I know all of you.” She points at the other 12 and grins. The boys quickly hurry towards us. “You said she doesn’t like K-Pop. How does she know us?” Luhan asks and my friend looks at me with an evil smile. “Y/N talks about all of you all the time. For example you!” she points at Xiumin”Are Xiumin. You’re the oldest member and you like coffee a lot.” I quickly cover my friends mouth. “I guess it’s time for her to leave.” I say quickly and drag her away. “What did she say about me?” Tao asks “And me?” Baekhyun says “And me?” Kris follows us. “I swear if you say one more word I will tell your mum about that one time you were drunk.” I whisper in her ear and she stops struggling and looks at me “you wouldn't” she looks at me in shock. “If you won’t stop I will.” I look at her and we stare each other in the eye. After about 10 seconds we start giggling and she hugs me. “I will miss you Y/N” she whispers. “I’ll miss you too. Now leave before you say something else.” She laughs and leaves. I return and the boys look at me curiously.

“So you talk about all of us? Not only about Luhan-hyung?” Sehun asks and grins. “Maybe. But I won’t tell you.” I say and they all pout. Luhan hugs me from behind. “Will you tell me what you said about me?” he whispers and I shiver a little. “Maybe” I answer truthfully.

Suho says that it’s time to return to their hotel and they all start pouting and arguing. Suho doesn’t really care and guides them in the direction of their van. By now, media know that they are here and a few reporters are outside our school building. Luhan looks at me. “I’ll pick you up from home at around 3 pm. Okay?” He whispers and kisses the corner of my mouth. I nod and smile carefully. He leaves the building and is greeted by clicking cameras. The reporters start following.

I look around the school and notice that most people already left. My mum finds me and we return home, where I immediately start packing my stuff. My mum is still watching me with worry in her eyes. “The boys are really wild. I watched them play soccer.” she says, watching me. “They are Fine mum. They may be a little wild, but they are really nice. They’ll take good care of me.” I smile at her. “Especially Luhan. And if the boys are too wild, Suho will take care of them. He’s like their mum. ”

I continue packing my bag. My mum sighs and walks over, brushing my hair. “It’s just hard. A few weeks ago my baby had never had a boyfriend and now she found her destiny. Who is a superstar and in a band. Plus he’s 7 years older! ” She says and looks at me worriedly. “Mum. First he looks way younger and they are all really really nice. The youngest one is only 3 years older. Plus boys my age are super weird and childish!” I grin and close my bag. I’m really excited and my heart is beating fast. “Just be careful. Okay?”

I nod and hug her tight. “Come on. Let’s eat some cake before Luhan comes over to pick me up!” We go into the kitchen to eat the amazing strawberry cake my mum bought for this day and talk about a lot. Since she doesn’t spend a lot of time at home, we have a lot to tell each other. Time is moving fast and before I know our doorbell rings and I quickly stand up, running towards the door and quickly opening it.

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Defiance, Part 3

[Part 1 | Part 2]

Summary: Katara never thought she’d take shelter from the Water Tribe in the Fire Nation. Zuko never thought he’d build a life with someone he is only supposed to be seeing for fun. And neither one knows just how close their countries are to self-destruction. 

 [For Zutara month, Day 3, “A New Year”]

“So they’re finally sending someone.”

A low chortle was heard around the council table, and Zuko did his best to control his temper. One half-hearted nighttime chase in pursuit of a smuggler hadn’t yielded what he’d hoped for. He was certain that one of the men debating policy with him today was selling arms—for some unknown purpose—to the Earth Kingdom. But instead of nabbing a go-between who might possibly turn in his associates, or even a payload of blasting jelly, what had he discovered? Circus animals. Rare Earth Kingdom circus animals, who were beating their forelimbs against their cages and making such a racket Zuko didn’t know how the operation had been kept quiet in the first place. It turned out Zuko had mistaken his target for a twin brother who was also in the smuggling business, and who had all but certainly been informed by now of the masked figure who was dogging him. It had not been a good hunt.

And now, he had to suffer through hours of councilmen attempting to alter the treaty with the Water Tribes before its ambassador had even set foot in the Caldera.

Be like Uncle, he told himself, schooling his face into its best neutral expression. (An expression he’d never been very good at, according to Azula.) Persuade them to be reasonable. He’s letting you run this meeting; show him that you’re up to it.

“We will not be lowering the pay ceiling for reparations,” he stated with finality. “The Water Tribe will interpret that as going back on our bargain.”

“Maybe we should go back on it,” insisted General Shinu, an old holdover from his father’s reign that even Iroh hadn’t managed to oust from his position of power. Zuko stalled the mutter of agreement with a shake of his head, but the general continued. “It’s been twelve years to the day, and what have we received in return for scattering our gold across the North Pole? They fortify their barriers and give us nothing.”

“The idea behind reparations,” Zuko reminded them through gritted teeth, “is not to receive anything. It is to do right by the people we have wronged and show them we are an honorable nation.”

“We do not need their approval to show off our honor!” Shinu proclaimed. “Every country in the world knows the progress we have made, the inventions we have created, the social improvements that other societies could only dream about. Tell me, Prince Zuko. Has the Northern Tribe abolished child marriage? Has it opened the ranks of its warriors to women? Does it allow for inventors and artisans to rise up the ladder of success? Or does it keep everyone down who doesn’t fit its own archaic mode of living?”

Zuko pounced. “I’m glad you are so concerned with modernizing the Four Nations, General Shinu. Perhaps we could begin right here with our own. What do you say to revisiting the idea of allowing qualified commoners into the war chamber? I think we would benefit from some fresh blood—the blood of the living, instead of the blood of the dead.”

Several of the councilors’ faces puckered as if they had eaten an unripe pomegranate.

“If not,” Zuko continued, constraining a sigh of relief at having regained control of the room, “we will present the treaty as planned, and discuss only the revisions that the Water Tribe might be willing to accept.”

“Prince Zuko,” Governor Xiao interjected. He was a moderate voice at most meetings, and Zuko wasn’t sure yet which side he’d take in this debate. “Why do you think they waited so long to make contact? And shouldn’t there be more of an exchange between our nations than there has been?”

Zuko glanced around the table. “I think they are waiting for us to make the first move,” he said. “And that is what we will do. I am not opposed to reestablishing the pre-Sozin trade routes, now that we have been at peace for several years. But we can’t wait for them to hint at allowing ships into their port or our lifting the Gates of Azulon. We will show them, by the suggestions we make, the course we are setting for our countries. The rest is up to them.”

With a nod, the Fire Prince adjourned the meeting. Uncle, deliberately sitting at the far end of the table, gave him a slight nod of approval. He had done well, and his father would never have acknowledged success even if Zuko had lived up to his standards.

So why did that sign of approval only make his mood worse?

***

The men were all away at the meeting hall again, preparing for Pakku’s voyage the next day. It was just a matter of logistics now, Katara knew: which warriors would have the prestigious duty of speeding their ships westward. According to Sokka’s calculations, ships powered by waterbending and sail still outpaced the weighty, beaked Fire Nation warships that ran on coal and steam. However, the the larger the ship, the closer the sailing times became; lighter craft were still the domain of the waterbenders. She’d asked him then, why they shouldn’t combine both steel and bending, and he’d said, “Exactly! But Dad and the others won’t hear of metal ships in our harbor ever again.”

She’d comforted him, as she always had, with freshly stewed sea prunes and a small ice sculpture of a tiger seal to decorate his new home. Katara worried about Sokka, sometimes. It wasn’t the pressure of being the chief’s son, so much as it was his eccentric way of thinking in the face of a growing sense of conformity in their culture. The northerners disdained any innovation based on Fire Nation ships, saying the Water Tribe might as well hoist the colors of the Southern Raiders if that were the case. (A rare fight had broken out in response to the name of the same naval force that had killed Katara’s mother.) Chief Hakoda personally prided himself on raising a son full to the brim with “Water Tribe genius,” but Katara could tell by the way Sokka sometimes lingered on the edges of the group of young warriors that the Southern Water Tribe was slowly closing its ranks to outside ideas.

A shiver ran down Katara’s spine, and even in the subzero weather, she knew where it had come from. Her hand reached inside her parka to pat the scroll with Hahn’s message on it, one she had read and reread.

She clenched her jaw and held her head high. He was a consummate politician, her supposed husband-to-be. Everything he said or implied about her lack of options was correct. If she wanted to be the perfect self-sacrificing role model to her people, she would have to go along with a marriage that would slowly suffocate, if not bury her, giving all of her energy, talent, and children to the Northern Water Tribe.

But she wasn’t going down without a fight. After all, there was plenty of time before a marriage took place to make him regret his decision.

“Whoa, hey!”

A colony of four-finned penguins, one of the few to remain inside the village limits once the northerners had helped expand it, squawked happily as they shuffled by her. Completely unafraid, they raced along—as fast as penguins could race—in pursuit of the scraps once the hunters had finished gutting their catch from the day. Katara knew better than to try to cut them off and be mobbed by a gaggle of angry food-seeking penguins, so she resigned herself to waiting for them to pass.

“Even the birds don’t take me seriously,” she muttered under her breath.

Eventually the stream of black-and-white waddlers slowed to a trickle and Katara was able to make her way across to see her brother.

As a wedding gift, Chief Arnook had commissioned the best ice architects to construct a house for the newlyweds. No longer an igloo in the southern style, the house resembled the multi-chambered pavilions of the bride’s home city, with clear panes of ice set firmly in the rounded windows and steps leading up to the doorway. The door, carved blue stone, was a nod to the lack of waterbenders in the household to open a snow portal (though Arnook kept voicing his hopes about Sokka’s children, much to the latter’s irritation).

Katara ran up the steps, but stopped on the verge of knocking. A deep sadness washed over her, knowing not only that this might be good-bye for a long time, but that she couldn’t even tell him. He would never let her go off on her own.

The door opened while she was still hesitating, revealing Yue in her nightclothes, her long hair flowing down past her waist and her cheeks flushed.

“Sorry!” said Katara. “I—I didn’t realize it was so late, I just thought I’d stop by.”

Yue laughed. “It’s not that late, Katara, don’t worry. Sokka’s just very—well—”

“My sweet moon goddess, where are you?” called Sokka’s voice from the house. “I’m wearing the boots you made, just like you wanted!”

Yue gave out a mortified gasp and tried to block the doorway, Katara wisely turning around just before Sokka had shuffled into the room, then shrieked at seeing the door open.

“KATARA!” he said, his voice climbing higher with every syllable. “You can’t just barge in here anymore, I’m a married man!”

Katara couldn’t help snickering. “Sorry, oh manliest of brothers. I hope those new boots hold up under the strain!”

“Okay, that’s it.” She heard the sound of Sokka hopping about on one foot, obviously trying to get out of his boots and into his clothes before she could tease him further. “The next time I get an idea about the aquifer, I’m not going to even call you over for a conference. How do you like THAT?”

“Sure you won’t.” He could never resist calling her in to admire the latest drafts of his idea, which admittedly looked more like beginner bone whittling than engineer sketches, but were based on a much more solid knowledge of physics than she possessed. “Can I turn around now?”

A put-upon sigh answered her.

“Sokka,” Yue chided gently. “Katara, please do come in.”

She’s so good for him, Katara realized with a flash of envy. She knows how to ground him without making him feel like he doesn’t measure up. And he knows how to get her to bend the rules a little without compromising the principles she was raised with. For all of the spats and differences in customs that the North and South possessed, her brother and his wife were the best of both worlds, and a symbol to the tribes that unity without assimilation was truly possible. She hoped they could lean on each other when they found out she was gone.

Her brother rubbed his head sheepishly before giving her a quick hug. “Sorry. You know I don’t mean to throw you out in the cold, or anything. You’re always welcome.”

Katara smirked. “You mean, almost always.” Before he could retort, she added, “Look, I know it’s not the most convenient time. I just thought … well, I thought I’d ask you a bit about the Fire Nation. You know, since we might be reestablishing relations and all that.”

“Yeah.” Sokka shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “To be honest, I still don’t know how to feel about it, and I don’t think Dad does, either. I mean, we know what happened to Mom was an isolated incident, and that the raids stopped after. But—well, you know. It doesn’t feel that way, not to us. And what’s worse is how unpredictable they are.” He spread his hands. “One minute they leave us alone, the next they go into full Sozin the Conqueror mode, and the next they’re saying, ‘Oh whoops, sorry, here have some compensation for being attacked and have a nice day’! I mean, even if we believe that Firelord Iroh wants peace, what’s to say he’ll still be on the throne in five years? In ten? What’s going to keep the Fire Nation from going right back to where we were when the treaty was signed? Let me tell you, there were plenty of soldiers willing to just go along with Ozai’s plan, and they’re not all out for retirement.”

“I know.” Katara paused for a moment and gathered her courage. “And if the treaty does succeed, then what? Am I going to stop being courted by the northerners and married off to the Fire Nation instead?”

“I know, right? No wants to take that chance!”

“Yeah.” Katara looked at her brother meaningfully. “I’ll bet the northerners would hate the thought of a Water Tribe woman joining with a Fire Nation man.”

Sokka rolled his eyes. “They see all Water Tribe women, even in the South, as ‘theirs,’ so that’s a safe bet.”

“And imagine if it wasn’t even a marriage.” Yue’s eyes narrowed at her sister-in-law, not quite as oblivious as Katara’s brother. “They’d completely lose their minds, wouldn’t they? I bet that’s why they’re not taking any women with Master Pakku. They’re afraid someone will try forbidden fruit in the Fire Nation.”

“Katara!” Sokka yelped. “Where do you even get ideas like this?”

“Sokka, you really have no idea what women talk about when they’re alone, do you?” At his scandalized look, “I thought not. Well anyway, it’s been great chatting with you!”

Sokka held up a hand. “Wait, wait, Katara. What is this about? You’re not acting like yourself. Is something going on?”’

Unable to confide in him, even now, Katara swallowed and decided to air her other grievance. “They should let me go with them. As ambassador of the South. But they won’t.”

“Yeah.” Their eyes met. “Yeah, I know. Listen, once Pakku makes contact with His Great and Terrible Firelordyness, maybe they’ll let you tag along. I’ll speak to Dad; maybe he can speed up those old curmudgeons.”

“We can only hope.” Katara resisted the urge to hug him again, knowing if she did, she might not be able to let go. “Thanks for being there, Sokka. You and Dad and Yue. It means a lot.” She made a shooing motion with her hands. “You can go back to bed now. I’m going to visit Gran-Gran.”

Her brother gave her a last searching look before turning around and jogging back to the room he shared with his wife. Yue’s eyes followed her husband down the hallway, but she stayed where she was.

“Katara,” she began. But Katara shook her head and made a sharp swish with her hands just below the nearest ice window. The snow curled away into water, and what remained was the shape of a circle enclosing an ocean wave.

The same symbol that was carved on her mother’s necklace at her throat.

Without a word, Katara slipped out into the night. She didn’t have much time.

[Part 4]

#zutara #zutara month #zutara month 2016 #zk month 2016 #zk month

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Numero Uno: Exordium in Manila 2017

It’s never easy to be a fan of a prestigious kpop boy group for almost five years. It wasn’t pure bliss to stan at first twelve boys, then now down to nine. I thought my “feels” are fading after every tear shed as I saw members left one by one.  “Am I out of love for Exo now?” I thought. It is a scary feeling.

It was..it used to be. But not anymore. A pang of relief hit me. Thanks Exordium.

Last February 25 and 26,2017 were two of the best days of my life as an Exo-L. It felt like a dream to be that close to Exo, as I was able to get not one, but two VIP tickets (VIP standing on the first day and VIP seated on the second day). Exordium in Manila happened to me! Yahoo!    

D A Y  O N E - FEBRUARY 25,2017 

I kept asking myself a couple of times whether I was dreaming or not. For the first time *in forever lol*, I was able to get a VIP standing ticket. It’s not just a standing ticket. IT’S HELLO? A VIP STANDING TICKET FOR MAH BOYS—IT’S E-X-O, THE MULTIPLE DAESANG WINNER FOR OVER FIVE YEARS. *excuse the capslock sorry my feels are showing up again*    

I got inside one of the tents allotted for the VIP standing ticket holders queue, met a couple of jolly Exo Ls who were VIP standing ticket holders like me,got inside the venue and literally stood with that stage in front of me. “Yes, Stella. YOU ARE NOT DREAMING. THIS IS YOU STANDING,” I thought as I felt so happy seeing Exo Ls singing while waiting. At the same time,Exo light sticks filled the Smart Araneta Coliseum and it looked like stars in the pitch black sky. I’ve attended Exoluxion last year but I feel so happy seeing the silver ocean lit up again in that kind of view.

As soon as “Moonlight” stopped playing and the lights  went dim,the giant screens glowed.

CARELESS, CARELESS SHOOT ANONYMOUS, ANONYMOUS. And the show started by the sight of eight guys on stage.

Exo members in the eyes of a 21-year old fan

Sehun - Of all Exo members, he is the last person to stan for me before. But dang, I appreciated this guy more this concert. Frankly speaking, he looked the manliest even if he is the maknae. That instant, I understood why he continues to win a thousand hearts. He danced too well despite him being so tall (let’s admit it, most tall people look awkward when they dance). The shocking thing is that, his arms showed protruding veins which appeared very manly in my eyes. *what kind of exercise did you do to have those arms? haha*

Kai - “In the beginning of the concert, by stomach is aching. But the Exo-ls are so passionate, I had to forget all about it.” Finally, my bias danced and walked to and fro me. Last Exoluxion, he was affixed the whole time in his seat since he was injured*okay, let’s forget the reason*. His energy as he danced never faded despite his stomach ache in the beginning of the concert *he must’ve ate too much lol*.

Oozing sexiness during his artificial love and play boy stages and overflowing cuteness during 3.6.5 and lucky stage in one person. Yup, that’s Kim Jongin. 

 D.o - Like when I first saw him last Exoluxion, his face still looked so fluffy; like a  five-year old kid inside a twenty five year old guy. His notes as he sang were all so stable and he danced so well as always. No doubt, Kyungsoo is the perfect boy next door image. Oh, he sang “Because of you” by Ne-yo in their acoustic session. More English song covers for this guy oh please.    

Baekhyun- He sang Hawak kamay. *nsert crying emoticon* He is too camera-friendly that among all members, my shots of him were the clearest. It’s as if he is really looking at me *lol, look at the picture for reference*.Dang, he is so handsome. His stares were so heart-piercing. My feels were all over the place when he was facing our side as the platform he stood at rose during “What if”.

Chanyeol -he played the guitar so well during the acoustic session.  He was so extra and giddy like a little kid who finally had time to stroll in the playground. This happy pill never lost energy. Picture below is the my clearest shot of him. Believe me, he barely stayed in one place.  

 Suho- I got to see again up close how white his skin is. My first bias in Exo is so handsome on stage. He remembered that they sang Hawak Kamay during their previous visit in the country probably three or four years ago. I love you Joon myeon, but sorry for internally laughing because his supposed- to- be sexy Artificial love cane dance made me laugh. Thank you for still giving your best shot on that, Suho. 

Chen - Okay, here’s the deal. Chen totally rose up in my Exo bias list because his high notes were so stable and on-point. The Wolf remix stage was that it proved how good Chen and Baekhyun were as vocalists. I also froze with that high note during “Drop that”. Also, he gained some toned biceps oh c’mon, don’t get used to wearing muscle tees, Chen. Let us all live. 

Xiumin – The oldest, yet one of the youngest-looking member.  He appreciated how loud the Filipino Exo ls were during the concert. I felt relieved because he was able to perform well too unlike what happened last Exoluxion. Last year, he was also injured so he performed while sitting. He rapped before the Drop that stage, he likes to thrust *lol 3.6.5 has light and unsexy choreo but why did he keep doing that? Ahaha* The cute and sexy baozi, that’s Kim Minseok.

The concert ended with Angel (Into your world) song. The white confetti filled the area. Me, together with Team Besh( my concert buddies who were with me in the queue) didn’t leave the area right away and once again, we gathered to take pictures as we savor that precious pit area. My feet and whole body were  all sore after literally standing for almost three hours. Nevertheless, I considered it a “good pain”.Good things come to an end, but the memories will stay.   

D A Y T W O - FEBRUARY 26,2017                                                                                                                        

Day 2 started with me wearing a girly dress since I was in the VIP seated that time.  Like day 1, I met with my co-Exo l Madelene who is also my seat mate. For the first time too, I watched the concert with my office mate, Ms. Maylene and her niece.

Big revelation: My day 2 ticket was a complimentary ticket. *Thank you forever, Boss!*

I’m internally slapping myself when I saw how close our area was to the stage. 

They performed the same set of songs but I felt honoured to have a different view on day two. I felt more relaxed watching, since I am literally sitting in a comfy place, with my favourite boy band performing for the second time. During day one, I tiptoed while watching them if they were on the main stage and my neck ached because of that. On day two, I saw their main stage performances without straining my still-aching body parts.

My Day Two highlights

*Lay really wasn’t able to perform. I hoped for a miracle despite the fact that the organizers already announced that Lay has “another schedule” and that he won’t make it to Exordium in Manila. But yeah, he really wasn’t able to come.

*Suho noticed the banner for day two which says “Iniirog kita,bes.” He got a banner from a random fan on the VIP standing area and tried to read it. He failed to do so on first glance since the bigger fonts were written in alibata (our native Filipino alphabet). He left the stage while carrying the banner since they have to prepare for another segment. On the final ment, he carried the banner again and initiated on reading the banner out loud.

*Baekhyun wore a butterfly wing costume during the last ment and sang “I believe i can fly” while flapping the wings. *lol baekhyun*

*Chanyeol wore an iron man mask he found on the floor and roamed around other Exo members during the last ment. Also, we saw the accidental unbuttoning of his shirt because he was so hyped when he had a random dancing showdown with Sehun.

*Kai and D.o did the “dab” pose when they saw an Exo ls banner telling them to do so.  I know I may be delusional but huhuh I think he saw me waving nini. T_T

*Kai and Baekhyun danced the artificial love cane dance on our area. Oh please, they were so hot, I needed water . *hahaha*

Each concert lasted for three hours. But I felt like it was like only 5 to 10 minutes. I felt so long, yet so short. We all left the venue with pure smiles on our faces. Thank you for starting my 2017 right, my One and Only...Exo.

  :)

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