it’s real long and there’s blood mentions throughout the entire thing, obviously.

part one

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Mornings at the apartment were downright mad when everyone gathered together under the roof of what seemed to be the smallest kitchen to ever be constructed. Seven people; three vampires, three half vampires and one human all bustling around in the compact space got crowded and started arguments when someone’s elbow jammed here or another person’s knee bumped into there. It wasn’t a true Kim family morning without unnecessarily loud quarrels.

The blame always fell on the humans; the twins, Hoseok and Seokjin. The four who obtained energy by consuming food found it necessary to fight over what would be for breakfast every single morning. Seokjin wanted pancakes, Hoseok wanted French toast, the twins wanted rice and fish, and there were never agreements met between them. Seokjin nearly always won, partly because he was the goddamn cook and he was going to whip up what he damn well wanted, thank you. Namjoon, Jungkook and Yoongi would already be patiently seated at the dining table, they were all forced to eat together (blame the human for his strange family traditions), and would watch the others bicker back and forth while slowly sipping on their thick refreshments of blood.

Today was barely different. The usual four were acting out their predictable scene of bellowing over each other, Namjoon, Jungkook and Yoongi perched in the hard wooden chairs a few feet away, two elders slurping red liquid into their mouths with the assistance of the thinly attached tubes. Jungkook decided he wasn’t particularly hungry and skipped out on his portion of blood, went for frowning at his lap for most of meal time, even when the twins began throwing their food back and forth and Seokjin knowingly squeezed at his knee beneath the table’s surface.

He was awake last night; felt Namjoon’s chest rumble the spot between his shoulder blades as he groaned, scrunched his face immediately at the lack of security, vanishing sense of protection as the vampire’s arm reluctantly slid from the dip of his waist when the barely audible blubbers of the youngest seeped through the thick walls of their bedroom, realized Namjoon probably heard them like Jungkook was right beside him crying directly into his ear. He repeatedly contemplated on if he should go in to help but then he’d remember how Jungkook felt small and childish and too babied if he or Namjoon got even the slightest bit parent-like towards him, knew Namjoon had it under control if the careful murmurs that replaced the weeping were anything to go by. He heard the faint bicker of the twins too, figured he could help there instead but the bed was significantly warmer with his frosty Demon gone and he found it difficult to slip away when it seemed so much easier to fall back to sleep instead. Jungkook was being eased and the twins fighting wasn’t anything new, so he was able to peacefully close his eyes and drift off to a land where he didn’t have five immortal children and a few millennium old roommate.

Seokjin leaves for work at the coffee shop just a bit after breakfast is finished; once his lavender-smelling sweater and crisply ironed pants are thrown on, once he makes sure Namjoon swears to take the twins for lunch because we don’t need our building catching fire because you tried to cook again Demon, once he’s satisfied with the annoyed expressions of Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin as he leaves sloppy smooches at the crown of all three of their foreheads while they’re squished together in a line on the couch, too concentrated on their video games to put up much of a fuss.

Namjoon pitched him a coat before he, along with Yoongi and Hoseok who were on their way to the gym, disappeared behind the elevator doors. Paranoia surged through him and he waited out in the smelly, dimly lit hallway and listened until the familiar sounds of glass mugs clinking against each other rang back into his ears as the cafe was set up.

When Namjoon spun to enter the apartment, his son was leaned against the threshold of the door, bundled up in a black pull over jacket and matching beanie, leader’s shoulders jerking in slight shock since his hearing was channeled to one place and left him unaware of his surroundings, therefore startled by Jungkook’s sneak up.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Jungkook steps out to stand with his father when his brothers kick up another argument behind him, hand quietly shutting the door with a twisted arm.

“She’s leaving,”

Namjoon takes a step forward, brings himself into Jungkook’s personal space and manages to make them both feel slightly uncomfortable when he tilts his head back and their faces are close enough to be considered inappropriate between a father and son.

“She,”

Namjoon could see into Jungkook’s mind, which was in shambles, chaotic jumbled thoughts unconfined and loose from their places because the simple thought of you had everything crumbling down in Jungkook’s world.

“Y/n,”

He says your name quietly, so delicately like he wasn’t worthy of speaking it out loud and if you heard him, you’d unleash the wrath from hell itself down upon him. Namjoon observes his body language, grows confused at the distressed, needy, helpless expression on his son’s face.

“Bunny,” Namjoon sighs and Jungkook glances to where he was weaving his fingers together; his tone didn’t sound promising. “Just… Remember to eat something. Don’t skip lunch too or your- Seokjin, he’ll kill me. Try to anyway.”

Namjoon himself could skip a feeding for a day or two, sometimes weeks then sometimes there’s months where he forgets to eat while trying to keep his household from falling apart, but he’d be damned if any of his kids missed even one of their three daily doses of enriched blood. Jungkook wasn’t feeling decent this morning and blood only would’ve made him feel worse, so Namjoon allowed for him to ditch his bag. But now, Jungkook was happier, sunrise depression long forgotten and he could feed without feeling like he could die, again.

Jungkook’s dull eyes flash a brilliant cerulean blue in excitement when he lifts his head at his father’s response. He easily nods, finding it hard to keep his happiness masked.

“Okay, I will-”

“You better. I mean it,”

Namjoon didn’t mean to be so stern all the time but it was the only way to get through to teenagers effectively, he learned that very quickly.

“Go,”

He reaches for the golden handle and Jungkook’s face at the same time, palm affectionately patting the younger’s cheek twice before the door is swung open and the leader enters the apartment.

Outside, Jungkook huddles beneath the safe shade of the building’s arch over the doors, away from the blazing sun that would have his skin bubbling after a few minutes of contact. He feels his chest explode when his eyes land upon your figure across the busy street, glimpses of you descending the stairs of your own apartment building flickering at him between the spaces of the passing cars. He couldn’t help but think about how adorable you were, dressed similarly casual like him in a hoodie and pair of sweats with unruly hair carelessly done, black rimmed pair of glasses perched on your nose. Jungkook could smell your sweet perfume from where he was stood, the supple scent riding the waves of the breeze that swirled into his nose and forced him to face the brick wall when his eyes went blue again with lust. He wanted nothing more than to nuzzle into the crook of your neck and smell you up close instead of from across the street, really hold you to his body with his hands instead of just dream about it.

On the other side of the road, you were stomping your heels and huffing the loose strands of your messy hair out of your face while you frustratingly dug into the dark confines of your bag. You had to push your glasses back up from where they slid down the bridge of your nose multiple times, only furthering your irritation. A forever long trip back up to the sixth floor of your apartment building, courtesy of the broken elevator, didn’t sound like a cup of tea and only sent your mood spiraling downwards until-

“Fucking finally,”

Your hand grips around your cellphone and you yank it out from the bottom of your pencils and notebooks and cases and scarf and everything else it decided to bury itself beneath to make your morning harder. You throw the strap back over your shoulder and continue on your journey to the coffee shop, your body easily fleeting between the traffic of passengers on the walkway while you dialed a familiar number.

“Hello, love,”

“Mark,”

You were seething angrily through your teeth, quietly under your breath as to not attract the attention of the others around you.

“Yes, baby. That is me,”

“Where the-“

You cut yourself off when your voice unintentionally gets louder, taking a glance around to double check no one could hear you before safely lowering your voice more.

“Where the fuck is my car,”

“Oh, did you need it?”

“Mark Tuan!”

Your frustration was becoming apparent and your boyfriend was laughing on the other end of the call.

“You have god damn super speed, I do not!”

“Baby, calm down,”

“I have so much shit to do today, it’s unbelievable,”

The scratch in your voice is whiny and makes you seem like you’re on the verge of tears as you pull on the handle of the shop, and your boyfriend sighs into your ear.

“Do you need the car back y/n? I can bring it to you,”

It was your turn to slowly breathe out, exhaustion weighing down your shoulders while you walk up to the counter and comb some fingers through the front of your hair to clear your vision of curled strays. You order something hot, large and strong to help with the bags beneath your eyes, smiling at the cute barista with defined muscles and a pretty face.

“No,”

You finally reply to Mark, swiveling on your heels to lean against the marbled edge of the flat top.

“I can just walk; it’s really not that big of a deal. You just have to tell me when you’re going to use my car next time Mark so I can get a head start on all the errands.”

“I will not take the car without your permission anymore love; I apologize for doing so,”

A frown adorns your face and the small flame of hope you had left diminishes with his distant tone.

“You’re not even paying attention,”

“Miss,”

You flip around and mouth a thank you at the boy, taking your warm cup and sliding him a few bills.

“Keep the change,”

His face brightens up and his thankful wave is the last thing you catch before you’re shuffling away with hands full, purse tucked under your arm, coffee in one hand and phone in the other.

“Mark, what the hell are you doing that you can’t talk to your girlfriend for five fucking minutes? Hello? Who are you with?”

“Love, I’ve got to call you back,”

“You better think twice before you hang up on me Mark Tuan,”

It was the second time you’ve said his full name and he knew that meant you were seriously upset and just wanted him to reassure you and calm you down before your day got any worse, but he had a situation on his hands. You are turning around to open the coffee house door with your lower back when he speaks.

“I’m sorry, I love you,”

“Mark!”

The dial tone reaches your ears and you gape in astonishment, not believing that he had actually ended the call with you. You grumble silent profanities at him, mapping out ways to kill him in your mind as you stomp your way out into the busy morning. One more step brings you in contact with the firm chest of an innocent man, a very tall innocent man. There’s sharp pain in your nose and there’s scalding liquid splashing through your hoodie and soaking your torso in burns. Your bag disappears, your phone flies and the awkward position of your feet has you falling to the sidewalk with each of your belongings.

“Fuck, are you alright?”

The man you glance up at has dark eyebrows that are turned down, soft looking pink lips pressed tight, eyes the color of your spilled drink drowning in concern flicking back and forth between your own.

“I um,”

His hand is outstretched for you and when you wrap your own around his, the yank away is inevitable with his palm the temperature of snow, icicles finding home in your veins. Your wide, knowing eyes go to his and suddenly you’re okay to help yourself up, heart skipping a few beats when you see his jacket, looking similar to your own.

“I-I’m sorry, holy shit, I’m so sorry. You’re all,”

You go to gesture to the mess you’ve made but his face distracts you, still scrunched up in mixed emotions.

“Um..”

“I asked if you were alright,”

He repeats himself and you can’t tell if the blush on your cheeks and neck is because of appreciation or fear.

“I’m fine I’m,”

Your eyes grow larger and you look down to search the sidewalk, knees quickly collapsing under you to bring you close enough to grab your phone. You flip it over and your face falls at the artistic cracks that tree branched over your screen, your finger delicately smoothing them over. Sadly enough, that wasn’t your biggest problem. You stuff your totaled phone into your bag and throw it over your shoulder when you stand up, facing the boy again after you grab your still thankfully intact glasses and slip them on.

“I’m really sorry again I,”

You bite your lip and his eyes are immediately on your mouth, hungrily taking in the sight of you rolling flesh between your teeth until it’s released and he’s forced to look away in embarrassment, hands scrambling to fix the beanie that was fine without adjustments.

“Can I take you to a laundry mat to clean your clothes? Maybe buy you a drink; I know I’m going to need a refill,”

You sensed the rejection even before he tried waving you off and shaking his head.

“Please. It will make me feel a lot better if I know I’m the one who cleaned them; the building is just around the corner. It’s the least I can do after running into you so roughly,”

“Really, it’s-“

“Great, let’s go,”

He’s shocked when you reach for his wrist, freezing under your tight grip but you ignore the familiar feeling to it and begin dragging him towards the closest cleaners you could remember off the top of your head. But then a thought enters your mind and you abruptly stop and turn to him, yelping when you’re met with the firm wall of his chest for the second time.

“Jungkook,”

You take a step back and look up, dropping his arm and letting it fall to his side.

“What?”

“My name,”

He confirms and your suspicious only grow about him but you slowly nod and recite yours back. After the uncomfortable exchange and listening to him quietly murmur your name a few times, you’re back to walking beside each other in silence. You learn quickly that he isn’t much of a talker, though neither are you, especially to people with intimidatingly handsome faces.

The heat wasn’t helping the strong stench of coffee weighing down your clothing as you made your way passed people and their judgmental stares. The uneasiness doesn’t lift from the air until you’ve both rounded the corner and the cleaning department comes into your view. Unconsciously, the both of you began to quicken your pace.

Jungkook’s arm stretches around you and beats your hand to the door, effortlessly pulling it open and gesturing you first. You thank him under your breath and duck inside the empty building quickly to avoid his notice of your pink cheeks, body weaving through the maze of washing machines and dryers with him trailing behind you. As you walk to the back, your nose catches onto the sharp stench of stinky bleach and the overwhelming perfume of mixed laundry detergents, from lavender to ocean breeze. You could’ve chosen any of the machines, given the place was vacant of anyone besides you, Jungkook and an elderly worker and all were available, but you pick the appliances closest to the vending machines and waiting tables.

You slowly lift up the lid and peek into the shiny tumbler before you fingered the hem of your coat and glanced at Jungkook.

“Is this one okay?”

He distractedly nods, eyes boring into the small sliver of skin you were revealing to him. Suddenly, you felt embarrassed to get undressed in front of a stranger, but you needed your jacket washed and you weren’t going to be the only one feeling exposed you hoped.

Upon realizing that you were a bit shy and hesitant, Jungkook steps forward and bends his arms over his shoulders to take fistfuls of the back of his hoodie. When he yanks on the material, dragging it up and over his head, his shirt gets caught on the inside but before you were able to catch a glimpse of the blindingly pale skin of his lower back, his hand is positioning his shirt back into place as he tosses his coat into the machine. Noticing his bed-infused mess of hair, you squat to pick up the beanie that had fallen off and drape it over the ledge of the machine in front of him.

“Thanks, your turn,”

He shoots you a sly smile and you puff air into your cheeks, sliding your purse off of your shoulder and prying it open to find some cash. Jungkook’s confused at the bills you shove into his hand, but you just hand him your purse and point behind you.

“Get us drinks and pick a seat? Uh, please,”

He stares down at you in amusement, completely sensing the insecurity washing over you and he nods, slides your purse on and maneuvers his way around towards the tables. You let out a breath and quickly rip off your soaking coat to toss into the washer. You scoop up the grains of laundry soap and dump them in, turn the dial until water is gushing out and you watch, mesmerized for a few seconds before you drop the lid and go to join Jungkook.

“Does this usually take a while?”

You smile sympathetically at him leaned up against the vending machine, arms crossed over his chest, and hope he doesn’t have to be anywhere anytime soon, pulling yourself out a chair to sit on.

“It’s not a necessarily fast process, the washing is about ten and then drying maybe another fifteen. Could be less since it’s not a full load you know? It’s only our jackets,”

Jungkook shrugs and you watch him push off of the drink dispenser and slowly drag his finger over the many buttons of choices, eyes locked on yours. It almost makes you choke, almost.

“What would you like?”

“Anything hot,”

You fold your arms over each other and lay your head down, a deep sigh escaping your lips. You keep your eyes closed and enjoy the darkness, basking in the loud heavy shake of your washing clothes and lemony smell of the clean table surface beneath you. You only look up when you feel warmth radiating next to your hand, groaning thankfully at the sight of a steaming drink placed in front of you. Your fingers close around the small cup, palms warming quickly while you raise the rim to your mouth and take a careful sip. Humming in satisfaction, your eyes peek over the edge at Jungkook leaning all of his weight onto his hands, curled around the sides of the vending machine while he scanned the soda options.

Under his form-fitting black shirt, you could see his shoulder blades bulging with his defined surrounding muscles, the arm holes looking about to rip at the seams at the abnormal yet beautiful size of his biceps. You tilt your head and wonder if he knows about the tear he had in his back pocket that was revealing the smallest patch of navy blue underwear.

One of his large hands swiftly blocks your view as if he had been listening in on your thoughts and it causes you to jump in surprise, eyes widening and fingers quickly tightening around your cup when it almost slips from your grip. You clear your throat and avert your eyes to the chipping paint on the wall instead, waiting for him to pick something and sit down across from you.

“So,”

You try to hide the fact that you were shamelessly staring at his ass less than thirty seconds before, knew it was written all over your face in permanent marker and knowing Jungkook could read you better than your own boyfriend was able didn’t make you fidget any less under his intense gaze.

“How old are you?”

“Eighteen,”

His answer is fast; so fast it takes you a few extra seconds to comprehend that he had already replied.

“Right, okay,”

Your nails pick and pull at the ledge around your cup, peeling at the paper and uncurling it as a distraction.

“Do you live around here?”

When he doesn’t respond as quick, your eyes flick up to meet his heavy glare, the way his eyebrows were frowning giving off the impression of conflict inside his head. You could tell by his shiny eyes he was hiding something from you when he spoke simply.

“Somewhat,”

You decide not to pry and go with nodding, gulping down another drink. You’re scoping out the bright white of every small and big item in the space, skipping over the worker who was busying herself with a magazine straight into the old, dusty gaming area, scrunching your face up in disgust at the lack of wipe downs when Jungkook says something.

“Sorry, what?”

Your eyes are back on his and you couldn’t understand why it felt so familiar, why it felt like you stared into those same eyes every night.

“Do you?”

He repeats himself and he must notice that you’re confused because the cutest laugh you’ve ever heard come from a man tumbles from his plush lips and floats over the table into your ears.

“Live around here y/n, do you?”

Once he clarifies what he meant, you contemplate slapping yourself for forgetting about the conversation.

“Up the street, a few buildings down from the coffee shop,”

His tongue prods at the corner of his faint smile, his dark corneas glued onto yours as if he were in awe of you, unable to tear away or blink.

“Are you okay?”

You swipe your hand through his sight line but he doesn’t flinch, retracts his tongue and raises his eyebrows in questioning.

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay? You like, dozed off,”

“Yes.. yes!”

You get startled when he raises his voice and there’s an unpleasant screeching as he abruptly shoves himself backward in his chair to stand up.

“Sorry um, I’ll switch our clothes to the dryer,”

“I don’t think..”

He’s gone before you could tell him they weren’t finished washing yet, your eyes landing upon his untouched can of Mt. Dew. You wait for him to return, watching his every move as he purposely avoids your gaze.

“Do you have family?”

“What?”

You could tell by the tone of his voice he wasn’t surprised by what you had asked, was expecting it to come sooner or later.

“Family, you said you were eighteen,”

“Right, uh,”

His arm is back to flexing when his fingers comb through black curls, stretching above his head to scratch the back of his neck.

“You don’t need to answer,”

You rub at the surface of the table, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way you were looking at him. He did, and you knew because he cleared his throat and had to look away, jaw clenched and hands curled into fists.

“It’s fine,”

He replies but doesn’t look back.

“My… family is pretty scattered,”

“Why did they leave?”

He finally looks at you and your cheeks flush of heat and color.

“Sorry,”

“No it’s, okay. They,”

He swallowed, carefully searching for the right words.

“My dad’s got quite a few kids, and we don’t all get along I guess? So a lot of my brothers and sisters took off when us youngers came,”

You push your empty cup away from you and fold your arms in a comfortable resting place for your head, blinking at him in interest.

“At the house now, there’s just me and a couple of my other brothers. My dad of course and his, I don’t even know what Seokjin is. He acts like such a mother sometimes, I suppose that’s what he can be,”

“You don’t have a mom?”

Your eyes widen with your rude question and you lift up, quickly shaking your head.

“I’m so sorry, that’s not what I,”

“It’s okay,”

He chuckles and waves you off and you slowly lower yourself back down to rest, embarrassed. Jungkook sucks on his bottom lip when he can’t find anything to say.

“None of us have a mom, I know that much. None of us ever knew her, about her, if she even existed in the first place. It’s always just been my dad and us, raising us all up by himself. Seokjin helps with that though, a lot. He cooks for us every day, he goes to work and spends every penny earned on us kids, he protects us, he treats us like we’re his own and I’m very grateful for him, immensely,”

“You’re the youngest?”

He nods.

“There’s me, then the twins, then Hoseok, then Yoongi. He’s the oldest and he’s the most grumpy but also the most protective. Hoseok is, he’s.. um,”

You giggle and Jungkook smiles at his lap.

“He’s happy, all the time. Very energetic and jumpy and just, loves everyone and everything. Really values life I guess. The twins, huh,”

“Identical?”

His eyes meet yours for the briefest moment and it sends shivers down your spine.

“Actually, no,”

You nod as best you could with your chin tucked between your elbow.

“They’re completely different when it comes to looks. Tae has blonde hair, Jimin has black. Jimin’s eyes are a different shape, Tae’s nose is more defined. Jimin’s short, Tae’s taller. Their appearance plays a huge part in their differences but they’re brothers you know, they don’t care about that, only the similarities matter. They’re also something, always arguing but it’s mostly just playful bickering back and forth between siblings,”

“Then there’s me, the baby,”

“And what are you like?”

Your eyes were closed, ears greedily capturing the smooth sound of his voice, the skillfully hidden affection wrapped around the words he spoke.

“I’m… quiet. Shy, anxious about everything, constantly worried about the small things, protective. I- sad?”

When you open your eyes at the sudden drop in playful joking, Jungkook’s frowning at you in shock. Before you can say anything, you’re startled by the loud buzzer of the dryer behind you, signaling the end of the cycle. Jungkook crosses his eyes and imitates the sound in a deep voice, bringing a smile to your face while he stands up to check your clothes.

—

Jungkook painfully itches at the irritation blooming along his body as he walks into the apartment, skin red and flaky from the blazing sun and poisoning lights at the laundry mat. He strips his coat at the door, kicks his shoes off and makes his way into the living room.

“Dad,”

His father offers a nod in greeting from his comfortable position in the loveseat, not tearing his eyes away from the screen of his laptop, perched on his lap as he typed away at the keyboard.

“You didn’t feed,”

It wasn’t a question but Jungkook took it that way, slumped down onto the couch and lets out a huge breath of relief.

“I couldn’t just drink a bag of blood in front of her, she thinks I’m human,”

“No, she doesn’t,”

Jungkook sighs and pouts.

“You read her mind far too many times, answered her questions too quickly. She suspected you weren’t like her. She’s been with someone of your kind, your brother, for how long? She knows the tells but she wasn’t scared of you,”

“I know Father,”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you still haven’t fed. You promised me,”

“I know, Father,”

Jungkook repeats himself gruffly, huffing his long bangs out of his eyes much like you had that morning. His ears tune into the fight happening in the kitchen, his face twisting and eyes flaring up blue when he hears his brother speak.

“I’ll eat now,”

He pushes himself up, shuffles out of the room and into the kitchen with no sure intention of feeding. He fumes with anger as he stealthily approaches the arguing twins who were stood in front of the ice box.

“At least my tummy isn’t so big that it has stretch marks on it, even your thighs have them-”

Before Taehyung could insult Jimin even further, Jungkook swipes his arm from his sides and twists it out of socket like it was an everyday task, the scream of agony that left his brother music to his ears.

“You were saying?”

Taehyung groans in response to the voice in his ear and Jungkook pulls at his arm further, feels it crack and thinks he would’ve torn it clean off if it wasn’t for the frightened look on Jimin’s face. He rolls his fading eyes and throws the injured boy to the tiled floor, carelessly steps over him and wraps his arm around Jimin’s waist in order to gently move him out of the way. When he’s pulling away to reach for the fridge’s handle, he makes sure his hand affectionately slides over the precious bump of a stomach his brother was so insecure about, gives his pudgy hip a brief, loving pinch before he’s gone with a blood bag in hand.

“And the point of breaking Taehyung’s arm was?”

Jungkook falls back into his previous position on the couch, teeth easily sinking into the corner of his plastic bag and tearing a hole for him to gulp down thick blood.

“Why do you let them argue like that,”

“They’re twins Jungkook, there isn’t a lot I can do,”

“He unnecessarily used Jimin’s insecurities against him-”

“Jimin taunted him about his darker skin-”

“I don’t care,”

Jungkook rises, wiping the slimy red from the corner of his lip as he circles around the couch, the annoyance radiating off of him so strong it catches the attention of his Father.

“Where are you going?”

“Room,”

Namjoon watches the teenager disappear down the hall, not questioning when Jimin appears in the doorway, longing after his younger brother with a frown. He spares Namjoon a short look before he’s trotting down the hallway and leaving the destination of his padding feet to his father’s imagination.

—

The sound of keys jingling outside of your front door has your eyes enlarging and your feet loudly slapping along the hard wood floor as they carry you to your bedroom. You hear the locks click and your boyfriend call out your name just as you spin your body behind the bathroom door and out of sight.

“Baby?”

You nibble on your bottom lip and hold your breath but not even a full second after you heard the front door firmly close, Mark’s smug face is in front of yours, smirk ripping a startled scream out of your throat.

“Found you, sweetheart,”

He shoves the door out of the way so he can slip his cold hands beneath your shirt, grip your waist and slide your back up the tiled wall. He dismisses the way you smack his shoulder and buries his face into your neck, groans deeply as he inhales the feminine scent of your body wash he loves so god damn much.

“Why were you hiding, love? Hmm? Didn’t think I would find you?”

Your nails are curling into the muscles of his back as his hovering lips raise a trail of goose bumps on a path to your ear.

“I could smell your blood in the elevator, hear your heart thumping as if I was laid upon your chest,”

He talks quietly, mentioning your heart and moving to sink his teeth into the exposed swell of your breast right above to feel your pulse on his lips. His moan when your fingers tangle themselves into his grimy hair trembles through your body and straight to your core.

“Mark,”

The sharp breath you suck in when his wet tongue swipes beneath the cup of your bra has him growling impatiently and tightening his hold on you. He spins you around, your head just missing the edge of the door, and carries you into the bedroom while kissing at your neck. You bite your lip when he tosses you onto your mattress and tauntingly crawls up your body, his red eyes glowing bright in the dark room. His teeth replace yours and you whine at the sudden sting of your flesh splitting beneath his razor fangs. You wiggle under him, causing him to pull back.

“Mmm, are you frightened of me human,”

A second whine grabs his attention, his vivid iris’ deeply boring into yours while he slithers closer, heavy body dropping onto your own when his hands switch from holding his weight to holding your cheeks. Cold thumbs trace beneath your eyes, your chest falling and rising to push against his shirt, your heart thumping loudly as he leans to the side and licks along the shell of your ear.

“You should be,”

“Mark, please,”

The breathy chuckle he releases fans across your neck as he pulls back, lovingly glares at you before capturing your bloody lips in a gentle kiss. He smirks against you when you painfully hiss into his mouth, his tongue swiping over the small punctures and effectively healing them while evading your mouth with wet warmth.

Finally growing impatient with his teasing, you desperately pull at the back of his shirt, rolling it up until he pulls away and throws it off. His hands easily rip the material of your top down the front, careful and gentle when it comes to helping you shrug the torn fabric from your shoulders.

Your thighs are spread over his cool hips while he worked at the drawstring of your pants. He silently slides from the bed once they’re untied, knees roughly hitting the floor and pinches the bottoms of your sweats to pull them off in one swift motion. In a second, he’s spreading your legs painfully wide and pressing them as far up as he can, the top of his hair all you see when he disappears between your thighs and swiftly licks over your soaked panties.

“Fuck, your scent,”

He turns to bury his face into your thigh, nose pushing into your skin as he inhales deeply.

“So good,”

He murmurs, dragging his bottom lip over you before carefully biting down, as gentle as he could manage.

“Mark, now, please now,”

He peeks at you from behind your tummy, arrogant smirk hidden but evident in his cheeks.

“You got it, sweetheart,”

One last kiss is placed to your leg then his fingers are hooking into your panties and pulling them down. Once discarded, he stands himself up, looking sinful while he removes his belt and shucks his pants off. His boxers are next and he’s on top of you after, hard cock resting against your lower stomach, leaking precome onto your pudge.

He hovers over you and gathers your wrists into one hand, pins them above your head in a tight grip to ensure you can’t escape. His lips brush over yours as he aligns himself up with your entrance.

“Don’t let me hurt you,”

You only nod once before he’s pressing inside, the heat of your core squeezing around his freezing dick and forcing him to push in faster than intended, a gasp breaking through the silence as you’re suddenly jabbed into by a seven inch stiff cock. His forehead drops to your shoulder as his grip tenses with his self restraint, hips grinding into you slowly.

“Fuck, fuck,”

Mark growls almost angrily into your neck, his free hand slamming down next to your bodies and curling into the sheets. You nose at his ear for a few seconds, patiently waiting for him to catch his breath.

“Okay?”

He slowly releases a sigh before nodding, pulling up to look at you with red eyes and a strained smile.

“Let me kiss you,”

His whisper is quiet yet dangerous and you nod anyway, accepting the plush pressure of his mouth against yours with a soft moan. His hips pull back and jerk forward in the first thrust and in turn the sheets shift beneath you both as he struggles to hold back from just pounding into you endlessly. He whimpers into your mouth, body shivering above you in torture.

“Mark, just go,”

“Don’t,”

He grunts in warning, testing for a second thrust before setting a steady pace for you. You throw your head back at the feeling of him pressing inside so deep and pulling back so slow, eventually losing his control and grinding up into you faster. His breathing becomes shallow by your head, fingers impossibly tight around your wrists but hips circling in such a way that has your back arching.

You call out your boyfriends name, encouraging a snarl out of him that has him moving quicker. Before he turned to bite your neck and cause a mess, you break free of his grasp and hook your nails into his shoulders, the pain dull but grounding him slightly enough to moan and switch back to careful grinding. You go to pull away and he chokes.

“Scratch me, make me bleed, sweetheart,”

He pulls back and you notice the vein straining on his forehead.

“Own me, own me,”

He starts chanting in whispers, dropping quick kisses to your chin and jaw, hand pinning your hip to the mattress so he can pound into you faster. You both ignore the squeaking and creaking of the bed, the sounds quiet compared to your moaning while he stretched your tightness around him. You’re scratching at his flexed biceps, gripping so tightly he’s hissing into your ear, when he’s suddenly laid on his back and holding onto your waist as you sat on his lap. You’re shocked, looking around with wide eyes but him whining impatiently and pushing up into you brings you back.

You smack your hands onto his chest and lift yourself up, dragging your tight rim over the entire length of him and dropping back down in circles. His hands on your hips assist you in bouncing in his lap faster, his fangs sunk into the flesh of his own bottom lip as he watched you ride him into the mattress. His fingers curl around your body, easily leaving dark bruises in their wake as he comes closer.

“I’m,”

“No,”

You sit up and bend your back, slipping him in deeper and ripping loud groans from the both of you. He scrambles to capture your wrists and clasp them together behind you, keeping you restrained as he begins to push up and meet your falls.

“Baby, I have to, I can’t,”

“Mark,”

Your warning isn’t enough to hold him off, his hips slapping up into you in one last powerful thrust, the stretch almost painful as he discards your human sensitivity.

“You can’t-!”

Mark’s head tosses back and everything tenses beneath you, his stomach muscles, his chest, his arms as his grip tightens impossibly on your waist and hair, your shout too late as he empties himself inside of you with a demonic-sounding groan that scarily echoed off the walls of the room.

Your neck was sore and pain throbbed through it and down your spine when he gently pushed you from on top of him, rolling himself over and burying his face into the blankets. Frowning, you scramble to grab for the sheet and cover yourself up, body heated and slick steadily leaking out of you, wide eyes drilling into the back of his head.

His shoulders rose and fell with his controlled panting, a scream slicing through the silence when he appears an inch in front of your face. Eyes returned to natural color, he cradles your cheeks with shaking hands and scans over your bruises with concern.

“Fuck, baby I-I’m,”

You try leaning away from him but he surges forward.

“I’m so sorry. I never meant to, sweetheart, I’m sorry,”

He kisses over every purple fingerprint, every sore spot, the pain disappearing with the careful pressures of his soft, healing lips on your skin. It ends with him pressing a hesitant kiss to the corner of your mouth, worried eyes flicking to yours in search of any left fear. None found, he captures your lips in the sweetest kiss he could manage, tongue gentle as it soothes over the tip of your own in desperate apology.

“It’s okay,”

You murmur but he whines and grasps at your sides, pulls you and the sheet into his lap, wraps it around you so you aren’t exposed.

“It’s not,”

He disagrees, kiss growing deeper, tongue reaches further back, lips sliding faster.

“I told you not to let me hurt you, I,”

“You didn’t,”

He pulls away and looks for the lie in your face, frown weighing the corners of his lips down when he finds that you actually believe it.

“I did-”

“You didn’t,”

You repeat yourself, comb your fingers through his messy hair for reassurance and pull his head to your chest. His arms circle around your waist, squeezing you close and he relishes in the silence and your warm touches. You know he hears the way your heart skips beats and drops when he mumbles quietly under his breath.

“I can’t stay,”
—

Alex Danvers x Reader

Word Count: 1833

Requested by: Anonymous

Trigger warnings for Schizophrenia, brief mentions of violence and general mental health issues

“Hey babe! How was your day today?” Alex asks with a smile as she opens the door to her apartment for you.

“It wasn’t too bad, but if I have to redo one more layout because Jimmy doesn’t like it I’m gonna push him out a window,” you joke and Alex just rolls her eyes.

“You know you love him, he’s your best friend,” she argues.

“Oh, I never said I didn’t love him. I’d die for the man. But he’s literally the worst person to work with,” you say with a laugh, setting the take out you bought on the counter and pulling Alex into my arms. “Enough about my unfortunate choice in best friends, how was your day?”

“It was fine. Same old thing as always. Today was pretty boring,” Alex says and you smile. You love how brave she is and you admire her desire to help people, but her job still scares the hell out of you and you’re always happy to hear she had a boring day. A boring day meant a safe day.

“Good,” you tease and she rolls her eyes again before leading you to the couch to watch Netflix as you eat.

You absentmindedly start dumping your fingers against your leg, trying to ground yourself a bit. Alex glances at your hand and sighs quietly. This has been happening more and more recently. You seem distraught and she can’t seem to figure out why.

“Love,” she calls softly and your head snaps up to meet her eyes, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” you say quickly, harsher than you intend it to be, but rather than apologizing you just cross your arms to keep your hands still and turn your head towards the TV. You breathe deeply, trying to get your emotions in check and Alex can hear it. She decides it best to just give you the time you need to sort it out yourself.

“Do you hear that?” you ask after a while, walking towards the front door.

“Hear what?” Alex says, confused as you look through the peephole, seeing an empty hallway.

“Huh. Nothing I guess. I thought I heard people in the hallway,” you shrug it off and Alex seems to accept that. You know somethings wrong, because even though you know there’s nobody out there, you can still hear them.

xxxxx

“Hey Alex!” you hear Kara’s excited voice as you and Alex enter the bar. She sends you a smile but quickly begins rambling off to Alex. Alex sends you an apologetic look but you just smile, pressing a quick kiss to the side of her head and giving the sisters time to catch up.

“Damn your girl got stolen quick,” Sam says as you walk over to their table and you shrug.

“Kara missed her I guess. It won’t kill me to be away from her for a minute. She’s happy,” you glance over, grinning at the smile Alex has on her face.

“Whipped,” Lena says through a fake cough and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t think I don’t see the heart eyes you’re shooting Kara, Luthor,” you say and she raises her hands in defeat.

“I’m going to go get Alex and I something to drink, anyone want anything?” you ask but they all shake their heads. You walk over to the bar and wait for the bartender to be available. You’re glancing at your phone when you hear someone yell your name. You jump and your head whips around the room. All your friends are engaged in conversations and the only reaction you see is the people near you giving you odd looks. You shake your head and try to tune the voices out. You hear your name a few more times as your waiting but subtle glances tell you that nobody is actually calling you. As you are handed your drinks the sound of your name is getting louder on repeat. You force yourself to tune it out until you feel a hand on your arm. You spin around so fast Alex has to take a step back.

“Woah, I didn’t mean to scare you. I called your name a few times,” she says and you smile casually.

“I guess I couldn’t hear you over the music,” you play it off and she furrows her brow even more.

“Love, there isn’t any music,” she says and a look of confusion flashes across your face before you school your features, realizing the rock music playing is only in your head.

“I know that. I’m just teasing. Here, I got you a drink,” you hand her one of the beers in your hand. She gives you a questioning look as the two of you start to walk back to your friends.

“Babe, are you feeling alright?” she asks slowly, clearly worried about what kind of reaction her words may pull from you. You just smile and throw your arm around her to pull her closer.

“I’m perfectly okay,” you promise and she nods to herself, dropping the subject as you two sit down. You down your entire beer in one go, hoping it’ll help you calm down.

“She knows you’re crazy” your head shoots up at the words and Kara notices from her seat across the table.

“You alright, y/n?” Kara asks.

“She knows too. You need to stop her before she tells everyone.”

“No!” you yell, slamming your fist down onto the table and now everyone’s staring at you.

“You’re not alright?” Kara clarifies gently and you can feel anger bubbling up in you. They all share nervous glances. You’re staring at the table and miss the way they all look to Alex for help, but she looks just as lost as they feel.

“Yeah. No! I’m fine! It’s just… I can’t…yeah, I’m fine. I just…I need a minute. I’ll be back,” you get up, quickly walking back to the bar, ordering a shot and downing it quickly. You stand there for a few minutes, calming your breathing before Alex appears again.

“What do you need?” she says gently and you glance at your friends who are all watching the interaction. She sees you starting to get more agitated and grabs your chin to turn you back to her. “Hey, just look at me. Tell me what you need.”

You fall into her arms, burying your face in her neck. She holds you tight, running her hand through your hair, “just make them stop staring at me.”

“Okay. Everything’s okay. I’ll talk to them. Just come back when you’re ready,” she tells you, waiting for you to be the first to pull away before walking to the table once again. You see her talking to them. James glances towards you again and you see her glare at him. You look away, waiting a few minutes and then rejoining the group silently.

Alex puts her arm around you, pulling you closer to her in the booth. You curl into her side as the others try to keep a conversation going. You listen here and there but everything is too loud. You soon tune them out completely, focussing only on the way Alex never lets you go.

“You’re crazy y/n,” a voice whispers and you tighten your hold around Alex’s waist.

“Hey, I’ve got you,” she whispers into your hair. She can feel you trembling and it breaks her heart. “Do you want to go home?”

At your nod she bids the others goodbye, making up some excuse about being tired. You send them a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes as she leads you out. When you reach her apartment the two of you silently make your way to the couch and she pulls you into her lap. You curl into her again, enjoying the silence for the first time that night. You’re not sure how long you’ve been sitting there before you hear a voice again.

“You could take her. Just finish her off. You could do it. Just hurt her,” the voice sneers and you throw yourself away from Alex, scrambling to the other end of the couch and holding your head in your hands.

“What’s going on?” she asks. You shake your head but before you can say anything she’s talking again. “Don’t even start that right now. You’ve been off for days now. I don’t know what’s going on, and you don’t have to tell me, but please don’t lie to me.”

“You’ll think I’m crazy,” you whisper and when you look up at her you have tears streaming down your face.

“No I won’t. Whatever is happening we can figure it out together. Just please talk to me,” she begs and you nod, trying to find the words.

“I keep hearing…things. Noises that aren’t really happening, voices that aren’t really there. I don’t want to tell anyone. They’d think I was crazy and I’m not crazy! I just…get confused. At the bar I kept hearing people talking to me. I can’t tell what was real and what isn’t,” you explain quietly as she takes your hand.

“What kind of voices, love? What are they saying?”

“At first it was just someone saying my name, or people talking in the hallway that weren’t really there. At the bar I was hearing music that wasn’t playing, and sometimes I’ll hear a knocking on my door that I know isn’t real. Then it got worse. The voices started telling me to hurt people. They…they told me to hurt you,” you finish with a broken whisper and Alex pulls you into her arms again.

“Have you ever told a doctor about this, love?” she asks and you shake your head. “This sounds like schizophrenia. I think it would help to talk to a doctor. There’s medicines and treatments that can help you.”

“They told me not to,” you whisper.

“Who told you not to?” Alex says, a shiver running down her spine as she tries to stay calm. She’s not scared of you, but the situation is unsettling.

“The voices. They say you’re trying to trick me but I don’t think you are. You’re not trying to hurt me, are you?” you ask, your eyes wide in obvious fear. She cups your cheek, looking into your eyes, you can see the love in hers as she speaks.

“No. I am not going to hurt you. I will never hurt you, my love. Do you trust me?” she asks and you nod, “then you know how much I love you. You know I would never hurt you. If somebody in the bar came up to you and told you I was dangerous, would you believe them?”

“No!” you say quickly and she smiles a bit.

“Exactly. These voices are just strangers to you. They don’t know us, they don’t know you. You do not need to listen to them, alright? We’ll get through this,” she promises and you nod. You’ll get through this.

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Requested (:

I stood in front of the mirror, inspecting myself, when I heard a voice speak up.
“You look absolutely stunning, like always.”
Blush coated my cheeks as I turned around to face my boyfriend Antoine.
“Thank you! You look extremely handsome as well. Are you ready to go?” He nodded and offered me a hand which I gladly took.
Not much later we arrived at the restaurant, and hurried inside, not wanting any paparazzi to see us. We found a table and as I was about to sit down Antoine pulled out the chair for me, a cheeky grin evident at his face.
“What’s up with you tonight?” I laughed, “You act so romantic, I haven’t forgotten about our anniversary or anything right?”
A flash of panic striked his face, but as I was about to ask him about it, we got interrupted.
“Can I take your order?”
Antoine nodded, and started to list up what we wanted.
“What do you want to drink Y/N?”
I was about to answer when I heard the waiter gasp, “Oh my God! Y/N?”
Confused to why the waiter recognised me, I looked up, only to see my ex -boyfriend Brandon.
“Brandon, hey! Long time no see,” I smiled, feeling a tad akward as Antoine openly glared at Brandon. “Yeah,” he smiled, not noticing Antoine’s hard gaze.
“How have you been?”
“All good, you?”
“Much better now that I’ve spoken to you,” he grinned cheekily, making me realise it was time to tell him that I wasn’t interested. But before I got the chance, Antoine stormed off.
“I’m so sorry, but I got to go,” I smiled apologetic and left before he got the chance to respond.
Antoine had taken car, leaving me to hire a cab in order to get home.

“Antoine, are you there?” Silence.
“Come on,” I groaned as I walked into the bedroom.
“What?” A voice spat from beneath the duvets. I walked over and took away the duvets that were covering him, before giving him a hug. “Please don’t be jealous,” I whispered and kissed him.
“Why not?”, he grumbled, “That fop ruined everything, I was supposed to propose and every-” He cut himself off and widened his eyes when he realised what he said.
“You were supposed to propose?” I gaped, feeling so happy that I was about to explode. “Yeah,” he nodded nervously before standing off the bed and sitting down on one knee on the floor next to me.

“I know it isn’t as romantic as you deserve your proposal to be, but hopefully you still say yes. I love you more than anything, and I had a whole speech prepared but now I’ve forgotten the whole thing, so I’ll just get to the point; will you marry me?”

I smiled widely and jumped off the bed and into his arms, “Yes! And you didn’t have to worry about Brandon, cus’ I’m all yours.”
He smirked and kissed me hardly,
“Then prove it.”
“Gladly.”

Requested (:

As the judge blew, signalling that the Euro finals were over, the audience went crazy. The French side was devestated, while the Portuguese was overjoyed.
Me on the other hand, could only think about how Antoine was feeling. He had worked so hard for this, and for nothing.
As Portugal lifted the trophy, I stood up and made my way to the French wardrobe, mentally preparing myself for what was to come.
He was already waiting as I arrived, and even though his face was emotionless, you could easily see the pain in his eyes. I hastily walked the last steps over to him and opened my arms widely, a comforting smile on my lips.
“Hey, I’m so sorry! You all worked so hard, and I know you’re upset. Do you need space or-”
He cut me off quickly and shook his head, tears starting to form in his eyes. “I just want to go home and cuddle, please?”
I nodded and gave him a tight hug before letting go, “Of course, let’s go.” Grabbing his hand, the two of you made your way to the car.
“And the little one also very much enjoyed the game, he wouldn’t be quiet in there,” I laughed and placed a loving hand on my three months pregnant belly. I could see Antoine smile softly at the thought of our little one, but the happiness disappeared as soon as it came.

“Hey! Antoine, over here! How does it feel to loose?”
“Are Y/N going to leave you now that you lost?”
“Do you think Portugal deserved to win?”

The paparazzi continued to shout out questions, some very rude ones, as well as snapping tons of pictures. I felt Antoine tense up, and I quickly gave his hand a gentle squeeze causing him to relax slightly.
We finally arrived to the car and made our way home, none of us being in the talkative mood.
As we arrived home, Antoine went straight for bed and motioned for me to join him, but I shook my head.
“I just have to fix something quickly, two sec and then we’ll cuddle.”
I walked into the kitchen and found a huge box of ice cream, and then grabbed two spoons. Walking back into the bedroom, I saw Antoine smile slightly as he saw what I had brought.
“Now,” I said and plopped down in the bed without caring about getting changed, “we can cuddle.”
We ate the ice cream in silence, and I then cleaned it away before we got ready for bed. I was about to fall asleep when I heard him speak up, “Thank you for comforting me tonight.”
Curling up against his chest, I smiled and gazed lovingly up at him.
“I would do anything for you, Antoine. I love you so much!”
“I love you too! And I don’t need a stupid trophy, cause’ with you and the little one, I’ve already wun!”

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we may never get to see the exact moments on the show, but i’m willing to bet sherlock realising he was in love with john was like !divine thunderclap!, orgasmic ‘oh’, a mindpalace deduction climax filmed by wes anderson himself. meanwhile john’s was probably earlier on, a nondescript breakfast at baker street, sherlock entering the kitchen and yawning with pillow creases etched into his cheeks, rubbing his eyes. john gets that sinking feeling you get when you Know before you actually know and he thinks, mostly resigned, “oh fuck.” 

Equal…pt. 1 - BakuKami x Reader

MasterlistMHA Masterlist

1355 words

Warnings: self doubt and worth, mild angst, unintentional hurtful comments.

+ Equality is majorly important in relationships. Bakugo and Kaminari always tried to make sure you felt equal even though you joined the relationship later and it makes you love them even more. Sometimes though you can’t help but think otherwise. Unintentionally, they raise the doubts in you. It isn’t until one catastrophic day that everything snowballs and you let those doubts win.

I joined the relationship late. Bakugo and Kaminari were already in a relationship for a while when I joined. Though their relationship was the last thing everyone and even themselves expected, they were a strong couple. Everyone was even more shocked when Kami revealed the news that the 3 of us were together.

So, I was still sometimes feeling like I’m gaining my footing or finding my place in the relationship. I feel like I don’t belong sometimes but the boys always seem to push those doubts away. Well most of those doubts away. I get to see a side to the boys that noone else does. A soft and sweetest Bakugo with the natural goofy Kaminari that isn’t afraid to show when he is feeling down.

“I am starving!” I yelled out as Tsu, Sato, Shoji, and I walked into the dorms.

“Agreed.” Tsu laughed and quickly slipped into the kitchen after changing out of her shoes. I chuckled and put on my slippers. I looked around and searched for my two boys.

“They disappeared a while ago.” Tokoyami said from the couch. I sat on the arm next to him while Shoji sat close on his otherside. “They were in the kitchen before slipping upstairs.”

“Thanks, Yami.” Tsu came back and handed me an orange before plopping on the floor in front of the boys. “Thanks Tsu. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Bye.” I trotted up the stairs and checked Kami’s room first. They weren’t there so I went to Bakugo’s.

I softly knocked but the sound of a movie or something told me they wouldn’t hear. I slipped in and saw a dark room illuminated by Bakugo’s laptop. I walked in but froze when I saw Kami and Bakugo deep in conversation. They were in each other’s arms and speaking softly to each other. It was times like these, where they were so close and soft with one another, did I feel like I was intruding on the relationship. I went to step back out.

“Baby?” I heard Bakugo call a little shocked and confused. I looked at them and smiled. “Shit, I forgot you were going to be back this early.” His statement sent a small ache through me. Were they talking about or doing something they didn’t want me to be a part of. “I would have made more food for all of us.”

“We’re sorry.” Kami apologized. My eyes caught sight of the empty bowls on Baku’s desk. Relief filled me a little.

“Oh that’s okay. I’ll get something a little bit later.”

“Are you sure? I can go make something real quick.” He went to get up but I shook my head.

“Yes I’m sure.” I walked to the bed and Kami quickly snatched me, pulling me down between them. “Eep!”

“Careful Spark plug.” Bakugo growled but wrapped his arms around us nonetheless.

“He he. Sorry!” He snuggled up against me, squishing me between the two.

*Time Skip *

Today had been a long one and I just wanted to lay down to nap. I trudged up the stairs to the front door. I silently made my way in, through the common room, and went to go to my room. I decided at the last second to go to Kami’s room. I didn’t even think to knock so when I walked in, I was met with screaming.

“What?! Hey!” Kami squealed. He quickly covered something up.

“Ever heard of knocking?” Bakugo snapped. I paused and looked at them shocked. I gulped and took a step back at the defensiveness.

“I, I, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize… I’m sorry.” I stuttered. They’re gazes softened as they looked me over. They shared a look and I went to leave. I just grab the door knob when Kami darted forward.

“Wait baby. Don’t go.” Kami gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a hug. I went stiff before hugging back. “Just let us get this all put away and we can cuddle. I can tell you’re completely worn out.”

“Yeah.” I whispered. I heard Bakugo moving throughout the room as Kami held me. My thoughts were turning back to my doubts. Did they really see me as their equal in the relationship? Did they even really want me? I started to sniffle when Bakugo spoke up.

“Alright dumbasses. Get over here.” Kami guided me over and Bakugo pulled me into his lap and laid us down. I was out in no time flat.

*Another Time Skip*

It was a rare Saturday that Kami and I had gotten Bakugo to actually have a lazy day with us. I was lounging on a bean bag Kami had gotten while he was sprawled out on his bed. Bakugo was at the table complaining under his breath. It caused me to giggle.

“Come on, Blasty! You can’t complain all day.” I teased. He gave me a side eye.

“They’re right, Kacchan.” I got up and sat on Bakugo’s lap. His hands found my waist and I dipped my head to kiss him gently. He leant into me and I felt him loosen up.

“It’s okay to be lazy and take a break every now and again.” I whispered. He groaned and let his head fall back. I laughed out loud. I was surprised I didn’t hear Kami laughing or complaining where his kiss was. I looked over and saw him glued to his phone. “You’ve been glued to your phone for most of the day. What’s got you so distracted?”

“Oh nothing really. Hey Blasty, I need to talk to you real quick.” He got up from the bed.

“What is it, Spark Plug?” He looked at Kami.

“Privately.” Kami urged. A rock settled in my stomach Bakugo nodded and lifted me from his lap. He stood up and Kami came over to kiss me. It was a hungry kiss and I tried to chase him when he pulled away. “We’ll be right back.”

“Okay…” I watched as they left the room.

I stayed there kneeling before plopping down on my side on the floor. I sighed and looked around the room. I got up and poked around his desk. I remembered the thing that they were working on when I walked in the other day and they freaked. I looked at the closet and went to peek. I was just about to see inside when the door slammed shut.

“Hey!” Bakugo snapped. I stumbled back and saw him seething. “Stay out of there! You can’t just go around and poking through Kaminari’s Shit.”

“Bakugo…” Kami looked at him then me. I started trembling at Bakugo’s tone.

“Why can’t you stay out of anything. God, you’re so annoying.” I gasped at his words. I tried to find something to say when Bakugo proceeded to look in the closet. He could go through Kaminari’s things but not me? My fears were starting to plague my mind and I started to cry when I came to a realization. I wasn’t equal…

“Bakugo…” Kami spoke up. He was watching me with somber, panicked eyes.

“What!” He turned and glared at him before following his gaze to me. His face dropped. “Baby…”

“I knew it.” I sniffled, wrapping my arms around my stomach. “I should have known.” Clenching my teeth before I laughed humorlessly, refusing to look at them. “I’m not equal in this relationship. You guys don’t see me the same way you see each other. Damn, I’m so stupid.”

“Baby… no…”

“L/N…”

“I'm…I’m gonna go.” I wiped at my face furiously. “You two can go back to the way you were before I came. Just forget… forget this ever happened.” I darted for the door, running past them.

“No! Wait!” Kami tried to grab me but I was too quick.

“Y/N!” Bakugo exclaimed. He almost sounded desperate but he was probably just relieved. I ran as fast as I could and ran from the building, needing to be away from everyone and everything for awhile. I didn’t get far before I ran into someone. “Umph!”

“Crap.” I was falling back until a black shadow wrapped around me. I looked through my tears and saw Dark Shadow. “Are you alright, L/N?” I looked at Tokoyami and just shook my head.

“No.” I collapsed into his chest and sobbed.

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Body Snatched - Kirishima Eijiro

MasterlistMHA Masterlist

1497 words

Warnings: unwanted touches, attempted assault, vague mention of wounds, language

Author’s note: This is a draft I had done. I am still working on requests, I just haven’t had much energy to write this week. Requests are still open. Look at guidelines post for the rules.

+One day, Kiri & Mineta get hit with a quirk that switches their bodies. You are in your dorm when it happens so you have no clue. Somehow, Mineta, in your boyfriend’s body, gets away from everyone. He ends up at your door. Since you have no Clue, you let him in. He immediately latches on to you.

I groaned, bored out of my mind. I was laying on my bed with my head hanging over the edge. I rolled over and grabbed my phone to play a game. I didn’t get that far because of a knock on my door. I set my phone on my head board.

“Coming!” I ran to the door and opened it to see Kiri. “Oh hey love. Surprise visit?”

“Yeah, something like that.” He stepped in and quickly wrapped his arms around me.

“Okay.” I giggled as he held me tight. He pulled back and looked down at me. His eyes raked up and down me. “What?”

“Nothing. Just admiring the view.” He smirked before kissing me. I groaned and kissed back. I thread my fingers into his hair. He then picked me up so I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked to the bed and sat down, keeping me in his lap.

“Mmm.” I quietly moaned as he attached himself to my neck. I felt his hands roaming everywhere. The sound from my phone pulled my attention for a second. I finally grabbed it when it kept going off. I saw multiple texts from Mina.

Y/N!

Y/N Please!

Please Answer!

Dammit Y/N! Mineta & Kiri got hit with a quirk that switched their bodies! So if you see Kiri it is not him it is the Grape! Be careful!

I gasped at the text. I looked at the red head in front of me, mortified. I dropped my phone and pushed his shoulders back or tried to. He gripped onto my back and kept going on my neck. I kept trying before I decided to yell.

“Mineta!” I yelled with another push.

“What?” He asked, pulling back. Kiri’s ruby eyes widened at his mistake.

“You little pervert!” I screamed. I tried to get out of his lap but he grabbed my waist tightly. He used Kiri’s strength and pulled me back down.

“No, no, no! Please!” I flinched and fought against his grip. It was starting to hurt.

“Let me go, Mineta.” I said firmly.

We fought for a minute before I was able to get out of his grip. I turned away to run but he wrapped his arms around me from behind. He lifted me into the air and dropped me to the floor hard. He followed me to the floor and took my wrists to pin me down. As he did, Kiri’s quirk activated in his hands.

“Ah!” I screamed as my skin tore. I felt him reattach his lips to my neck. “Please stop!” I sobbed out and tears were quickly coming to my eyes. I struggled against him and he took one hardened hand and pushed me still by my chest.

“Enough squirming.” I whimpered at the pain on my chest and the tone I never heard my Kiri use. Before he did anything else, my door burst open. Kiri’s quirk was deactivated and was thrown off me.

“Y/N!” I heard Mina scream. I sat up and reached for the pink girl. I was immediately incased by hers and Ojirio’s arms. They blocked any view of Mineta but could hear Aizawa yelling.

“Just because you’re in their body doesn’t mean you get to take advantage of the situation! Especially not with their partner.”

“I want out. I want out.” I started to repeat over and over.

“Okay, okay. Come on, we’ll take you somewhere else.” Mina said softly. The two helped me up and guided me from the room.

“Take her to my actual room.” I heard the faint voice of Mineta but remembered that it was actually Kiri. I looked over my shoulder and saw the small frame. His eyes held nothing but pain and anger. I wanted to run to Kiri so badly but I didn’t.

“Here we are.” Ojiro said and set me down the bed. They got to work on cleaning my wrists and chest but I sat there numbly.

“I almost feel sorry for Mineta if Kiri gets ahold of him after they switch back. Almost.” Mina said. I laughed before setting my head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and just held me. I saw one of Kiri’s hoodies and made a noise, reaching for it. Ojiro gave it to me gingerly. I slipped it on and cuddle into it on Mina’s lap.

Eventually, after I was all bandaged up, they both left. I was curled up under Kiri’s camo blanket, slowly falling asleep to his scent. At some point, I was aroused by the sound of someone entering the room. I pushed up and rubbed my eyes before turning to see Bakugo & Kirishima’s body. I froze.

“Uh…” My eyes darted between Bakugo and him.

“Relax. It’s really him.” Bakugo said. I was still unconvinced.

“You sure?” Bakugo sighed before looking at “Kiri” for help. “Kiri” was rubbing the back of his neck. He met my eyes.

“It’s okay, Sundrop. It’s me.” I immediately relaxed and reached for him at the private nickname he had for me. He had given it to me after he found out my childhood obsession with the drink. He ran to me and wrapped me in his arms.

“I’ve never been happier to hear that silly nickname.” I mumbled into his chest. He quickly sat down next to me and moved me into his lap. I felt tears hit my shoulders and I squeezed him tight. I heard a cough and looked at the door.

“You okay if I…” Bakugo trailed off and jabbed his thumb towards the door. I nodded. “I’m right next door if you dumbass… dummies need anything.”

“Okay.” I croaked before burying my face in red hair.

“Thanks Bakugo.” Kiri said as he pulled up from my neck. I closed my eyes as he walked out. I felt Kiri tap my shoulder. I looked at him. “Get up for a second.”

“Okay.” I stood up from the bed. He pulled the covers back and leant against the headboard. He looked at me with sad eyes and a smile.

“Come here. Please?” He opened his arms and gave me the option to say no. I knelt on the bed and grabbed his hands. He guided me to straddle his lap. He gently took my wrists and stared at the bandages. I saw tears welling up.

“Hey, it’s alright. It wasn’t you.”

“But it was my fucking body! My Quirk! I’m the one that shielded Mineta from the hit and then we switched.” He kept going on and on, getting himself worked up until I placed my lips on his. I kissed him softly and he returned with eagerness, holding my face firmly but gently.

“It wasn’t you.” I whispered. I pulled away slightly. His hands moved back to my hands. “You were being the hero you always wanted to be while trying to protect him. You can’t control him even in your own body.”

“Y/N…”

“It may have been your quirk but it was not you.” I laced my fingers through his and set my forehead on his. “I will never be afraid of you or your quirk as long as it’s you in here.” I pecked his nose.

“Alright.” He nodded and grip on my hands tightened before wrapping his arms around my hips. “I will always protect you in one way or another. I promise.” He pulled the blanket up and over us. We both fell asleep wrapped in each other.

Muttering and mumbling shook me from my sleep state. I felt a warm hand on my forehead but it was gone in the next second. We must have switched places while asleep because I was on my back for a weight on my chest. I opened my eyes and saw Kiri still asleep on my chest, snoring slightly. I looked towards the door. There stood the silhouette of Aizawa and Principle Nezu.

“Are they alright at least?” Nezu said softly.

“Yes. Just some injuries on their wrists and chest. They are going to be emotionally troubled for a while but they have plenty of support.” Aizawa said. I saw him pause and look at us. “I know it is unorthodox but I know these kids. It would be best if they stay here with Kirishima for a while.” His statement gave me a little hope and relaxation.

“I agree with you.” Nezu agreed and I completely relaxed, nuzzling into Kiri’s hair. “Mr. Mineta will not be returning to UA. They don’t have to worry about seeing them again.” I heard retreating footsteps. I felt a hand on my head again.

“Get some sleep, L/N. Everything will be alright.” I looked at him and nodded.

“Goodnight, Aizawa-sensei.” I snuggled back in and held onto Kiri tight. I felt him squirm before getting comfortable again with a kiss to my collarbone. The combined comfort of his body against mine and the rhythmic sound of his breathing lulled me to sleep.

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Take Responsibility - Denki

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• Pro-Hero AU, Denki x GN!Reader
• 1360 Words
• Warnings: Smut, Smut Smut. If you are not 18 or older, please do not read.
• Authors Note: Requests are still OPEN! Refer to guidelines on my blog for rules. This is my birthday present to myself, LOL.

+Denki comes home late one night and is in a certain mood. You wake up to him coming into the room. He crawls into bad with you and proceeds to make a mess of you and himself.

I had fallen asleep early that night. We had been messing around a bit but Denki had to go out on a late mission and told me not to wait up. So I threw on one of his shirts and went to bed. I was woken up by the bedroom door shutting and opened my eyes. I was laying on my stomach and saw the clock read 2:30am.

“Denki?” I called out in a sleepy voice. I pushed up on my elbows slightly, rubbing my eyes.

“It’s me baby…” I felt the bed dip and Denki crawl over me. I turned over to look at him. Once level with my eyes, he leant on his forearm next to my head with his other hand on my waist.

“What…” I went to ask, setting my hand on his chest.

“Sh, baby…” He leant in close, ghosting a breath over my lips before kissing me hungrily. I whimpered underneath him, barely being able to keep up with his pace. His hand lightly traveled down my leg and back up, catching the hem of my (his) shirt with his thumb. He pulled away and I tried to follow his lips.

“Hey!”

“Haha. Soon enough sweet darlin’.” He said. I watched him look me over in the dark. “I love it when you wear my clothes.” He leant down and traced the shirt collar with his tongue. I gasped, arching my back and squirming under him. “Oh, do you like that?”

“Yes!” I tried to pull him into a kiss but he kept his distance. I whined and he just laughed in response. His hand moved back down and traveled between my legs, purposely missing the spot I needed him most. He pushed my thighs apart and slotted his hips between my legs. I could feel his hard length pushing against me.

“What should I do next darling?” He kissed my neck and slowly rolled his hips into mine. My mouth dropped open before I bit my lip.

“Anything, please. Just… touch me, love me, kiss me.” I grabbed onto his neck. He let me pull him down this time. My kiss to him is very needy. I whined against his lips as he rubbed circles into my hips. I bucked up into him and he gasped against my lips.

“Shit baby.” He pulled away as his hips moved against mine. I kissed down his jaw before searching his neck for his sweet spot. He gave a particularly hard thrust when I nibbled just above his collar bone. I attacked that spot and shivered as he moaned.

“Denki, please. I need you.” He pushed up onto his hands, still grinding against me.

“Uh, do you know? I couldn’t tell.” He joked. I hit him in the chest before running my fingers through his hair. I toyed with the black bolt.

“I want you.” I whispered.

“Then you’ll have me.” He smiled. He hooked his thumbs in my underwear before pulling them off. I watched as he pulled off his own clothes. I trailed my eyes down his toned chest until I got to his v-line. He was just about to pull off his briefs.

“Let me…” I sat up and pushed his hands away. He stood up on his knees and I pulled them off. His cock bobbed before standing at attention. I looked up at him through my lashes before licking a long stripe from base to tip.

“Shit” He hissed and I felt him grip my hair. I wrapped my hand around his shaft before slowly pumping him. I teased the tip with my tongue before blowing on it. My head was pulled back roughly. “Now, no teasing.”

“I’m sorry.” I tried to go back to his cock but he instead pushed me down. He lowered himself back down. He kissed me and I felt his fingers at my entrance. I moaned as he slipped two fingers in. I bucked against his hand. “More.”

“Patience baby. Don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered. He slowly prepped me adding another finger for a bit before pulling them out completely. He then reached behind my head and came back with a condom.

“Denki, hurry.”

“Impatient tonight?” He asked while slipping it on.

“You’re the one that woke me up and got me all hot and bothered so take responsibility.” I snapped, yanking on his hair. He hissed and dropped down to hover just above me.

“I will then.” He smirked and pushed in in one go.

“Ah, Denki!” I moaned out, my hand finding more purchase in his hair. He grinded his hips slowly against mine while I adjusted to his size. His fingers had nothing on his dick. I gasped and he get his forehead on mine. “Pl-lease.”

“Alright.” He pulled his hips back slightly and pushed forward again. I whined and bucked up into him more. He chuckled and pinned down my hips.

“Denki!” I went to protest but was cut off by a hard thrust. A moan forced it way out of my lungs as he set an ungodly pace. I clutched onto his back, nails scratching his back.

“Dammit Y/N…” He said breathlessly. He angled his thrusts and lifted my hips higher.

“Ah! Denki, right there!” I gasped. He straightened up and I ran my nails down his chest.

“That feel good, baby?” He asked breathlessly. I nodded furiously, basically mewling at the pleasure.

As he went fast and harder, I couldn’t form a coherent sentence, just moans of his name. I hiked my legs up higher on his waist pulling him closer. I reached up and cupped his cheek. He opened his eyes to meet mine and his were completely clouded with lust. I’m sure mine matched his.

I slightly tugged on his hair and he seemed to get the hint because he dropped down and planted his lips on mine. His hand traveled down and rubbed me slightly. I gasped and tightened around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He gasped against my lips. His hips stuttered before he picked up his pace. The sound of slapping skin, heavy breathing, and muffled moans were filling the room. It wasn’t long until I felt that familiar warmth tightening in my belly.

“I’m close, Denks.” I said, pulling away from his sweet lips.

“Are you know?” He asked. I nodded with a whimper. “Mmm…” Suddenly he tapped my thigh, sending a small voltage through me.

“Denki!” My back arched off the bed.

“God dammit, that was hot! Got to admit I’m close too, babe.” He nipped at my neck and ear. “How about we cum together?”

“Yes.” I nodded furiously.

“Come on then baby…cum with me.” He gave one hard thrust hitting all the right places and I fell over the edge.

“Denki!” I screamed.

“Shit, Y/N!” His hips sputtered before going still, cumming hard. He lightly kissed at my neck, grinding his hips as we both came down. He pushed up and pulled out slowly. I whined from the sensitivity. “I’m sorry baby.” He kisses my chest and tummy before getting up.

“Fuck.” I moved up the bed and laid better on the pillows. “Denki.”

“I’m coming back, my love. Patience.” He called from the other room.

“Okay.” I murmured as I tried to pull the blanket over me slightly. Denks came back with stuff to clean me up. He shushed and cooed at me as I flinched from the sensitivity. He disappeared for a moment before coming back and he hopped into bed with me.

“Damn, you always amaze my baby.” He whispers as he cuddles up to me, burying us in the blankets. I bury my head in his neck and completely relax into his arms.

“I try.” I joked. He chuckles and nuzzles into my hair and breaths in. “Did something happen at work that you needed some relief from?”

“No. Just wanted my darling baby.”

“Okay.” I kissed his collarbone. “But know that I will be getting you back for the teasing later.” I felt him shiver under me and smirked.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He said in an excited tone before we both drifted off.

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Misjudged His Teasing - Kirishima

+You and Kiri have been pining after each other for a long time. Kiri had figured out you return his feelings and has been trying to figure out a way to confess to you. His attempt goes terribly wrong and you avoid him at all costs. This tears Kiri apart until the rest of the Bakusquad steps in and forces you two to talk things out.

• 2870 words
• Angst to fluff, Warnings: super makes you want to cry because Kiri is sad.
• Readers Powers ⬇
• https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Lunar_Manipulation
• https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Solar_Manipulation
• Authors Note: Requests are Still Open!

I sighed as I watched Kiri joking around with the rest of the Bakusquad. I admired the smile that crossed his face and nearly swooned at the sparkle in his eyes. As he looked my way, I snapped out of it and looked away, looking around the room with wandering eyes. I looked back and met his eyes. He smiled and gave a small wave. I waved back. He chuckled before Kaminari ran into him from a push by Bakugo. He caught the yellow haired boy before putting himself between the two.

“Calm down, Bakubro!” He tried to calm the angry blonde. Kaminari slinked away and I turned away from the red head to watch the electric boy slink up behind me.

“I am not going to protect you.” I said looking over my shoulder as he placed himself right behind my back.

“No, I know. Kiri’s already doing that.” He placed his hands on my shoulders before peeking over my shoulder. I looked back as Kiri held Bakugo back from running at Kami. My eyes darted down to his exposed bicep. I watched as his arm flexed from the strain of holding the strong boy back. I tilted my head to the side while staring. “You keep staring like that and he is bound to notice.”

“What!” I nearly screeched, looking back at him. He just smiled, letting go of my shoulders and setting his chin on my shoulder. I felt him cross his arms over his chest before he gave me a smug look. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“You literally stare at him all the time and I am seriously surprised you have not been caught. Especially by the man in question.” He mused. I looked between him and the red head who now was laughing and roughhousing with the loud blonde. I sighed and looked down. Kami hummed in smug question.

“Fine. Maybe I do.” I admitted. “But! You say absolutely nothing! Nothing!” I turned around quick. Kami stumbled as he was thrown off balance by my movement away from him. “Promise me, Kami!”

“Well, I mean maybe it would hel…” He smiled while wiggling his eyebrows.

“Kaminari!” I exclaimed. He flinched and threw up his hands in surrender.

“I promise.” He squeaked.

“Hey, you two alright over there?” Kiri called. We turned to see him holding Bakugo in a headlock. He was smiling and had one eyebrow lifted in question. My eyes darted to Kiri’s arm where his bicep was rippling from the strain of holding Bakugo. I gulped and nodded.

“We’re fine!” I threw a glare at the electric blonde. He smirked. I turned back and smiled at the red head.

“Well, actually…” Kami started but I threw my arm out and hit him in the stomach. He gave out a gurgled yelp before falling back and toppling over the back of the couch.

“Like I said, we’re fine.” I chirped as a loud groan echoed behind me. Bakugo burst out laughing as Kiri let him go. I walked past the two as Kami yelled at me. I went to go into the kitchen but turned before entering. I looked back at Kirishima and watched as he helps Kami get up.

3RD POV

Right after Kiri helped the blonde up, his eyes darted to see Y/N’s disappearing figure. He sighed and placed an arm on Kami’s shoulder. He stared off into the distance, thinking about the solar & lunar manipulator. Kaminari groaned out loud.

“Oh My God! I just had this conversation with Y/N! You keep this up and they are going to notice.” He exclaimed.

“And that’s a bad thing?” Kiri looked at his friend with a smirk.

“Right, you know about their feelings.” He muttered before turning back to the red head. “That is not fair on their part, Kiri. They don’t know about your feelings for them yet you’re here knowing about theirs and not doing a thing about it.”

“I know, I know.” He said before he was hit on the back of his head. Kiri groaned as he lurched forward. He turned to see Bakugo standing there with his arm raised, drinking from a water bottle.

“Just tell them you dipshit.” Was all he said before he walked off towards his room. Kiri stood there in shock.

“He’s right Bro. You just need to tell Y/N.” Kami said with a smile before walking to the stairs. In the same moment, Y/N walked out of the kitchen.

“Hey Kiri, you alright? You look kind of, well, you have that look of constipation on your face kind of.” They giggled. The sound made Kiri smile instantly.

“Yeah. I’m alright.” He walked over. “Just a few things on my mind.”

“Anything I can help with?” They offered. Kiri was nearly entranced by their gorgeous (e/c) eyes that were filled with worry and care for him.

“Maybe but not right now. It’s getting late.” He said, reaching up and brushing hair back over their shoulder. Y/N’s eyes darted to his hand before looking up at him with bright yet slightly shy eyes. A slight glaze of red went over their cheeks.

“Yeah.” Y/N bit the inside of their cheek. Kiri was all giddy inside and was reeling from their reaction.

“But how about we train together tomorrow after school?” Kiri offered.

“Yes, for sure.” Y/N took a step back. “Night Kiri.”

“Night Y/N.” They disappeared upstairs and Kiri’s legs gave out on him. He fell back over the arm of one of the couches. He smiled uncontrollably. He punched the air in excitement.

“You alright there Kirishima?” He jumped in surprise before rolling off the couch. He stood up and saw Uraraka standing there with as questioning look.

“Yeah, totally fine.” He said little nervously, scratching the back of his neck. She looked at him in worry. He relaxed and gave her a smile. “Really I am. I am just excited.”

“If you’re sure.” She shook her head before going upstairs. Kiri went up to his room and barely was able to go to sleep that night.

The next day was an easy on for once. Aizawa wasn’t as hard on them today, normal classes weren’t too hard, and no villain attacks. Both Kiri and Y/N nearly bolted for the training area they agreed on. They trained quirks on both offense and defense for a few hours before switching off to hand to hand.

Y/N’s POV

“You seem like you’re running down there, L/N. You doing alright?” Kiri gave me a teasing smile. He then ran his tongue out and over his lip. I got distracted by it for a second before shaking my head.

“I’m doing fine. Not running down at all. I think you need your eyes checked.” He laughed before lunging at me. I took a small step back before timing my jump just right. I launched myself over Kiri’s back and used his shoulder as launch pad.

What is didn’t expect was for him to stop short enough to swivel around and shoulder chuck my side on my landing. I went somersaulting before landing on my knees. I looked up at him in surprise.

“What? I’ve been working on it.” He said. “Can’t handle it?”

“You wish.” I crossed my arms. He smirked and held his arms out, waiting. I rolled back in quick and came up with my feet against his chest. I heard him groan before stumbling back. We danced around the mat until Kiri got me slammed up against the padded wall. “Umph!”

“Gotcha.” He said in my ear. I groaned before looking at him. I froze when I realized how close we were. I’m pretty sure my face was already red from the exertion but I felt the blush burn. I met his eyes and he smile wide. I glanced down at his pearly white sharp teeth.

“Um…” I didn’t realize I was staring until his chuckled. I dropped my head and looked away. I mentally kicked myself but froze when he grabbed my chin and made me look at him. He was still smiling and booped my nose.

“Damn you’re cute.” The blushed intensified. I stuttered.

“I am.”

“Mm hmm.” He nodded. He moved in even closer. I had to look up to keep eye contact with him. “You know, I have notices you’re stares and looks on me.

“You have?” I was starting to panic a little bit but also get a little excited. I mean he was standing this close with a smile on his face, had to be good thing right?

“Yep. I have also seen how you act around me. You are laid back, cool minded, and confident around everyone else but around me you get flustered, shy, and sometimes even panicky sometimes. I mean it’s absolutely adorable.” His last statements threw me off. He sounded almost mocking.

“Wait what?” I snapped. I pushed him back. He stumbled and looked at me confused. He went to say something but I held up my hand. “Are you making fun of me?” His confused look changed to panic in a second.

“W-what? No of course not!” He stuttered.

“Yes you are!” I pushed him again and he fell on his ass. He looked up at me in panic. “What? Hate that I’m not playing along? It’s not nice or, or, or manly to play with someone’s feelings! It’s not right to tease me.” Tears were streaming down my face. “You’re not who I thought you were.” I said in a hushed tone before running out of the training area crying.

“Y/N!” I ignored him and kept going.

3rd POV

Kiri watched as they ran away, too shocked and ashamed to fully comprehend what just happened. Once he finally got his ass in gear, he was up and out the door but he was too late.

“Y/N!” He called out in desperation. He ran down the side of the building a bit before stopping altogether. He was breathing heavy and pacing in place, anger at himself growing. He became so pissed off and before he could stop himself he punch the wall, quirk activated. He looked at the cracks and crater. “You are an idiot.” He muttered to himself as the picture of you crying. Just the sight brought tears to his eyes.

Kiri went and gather his and Y/N’s things before making his way back to the dorms. He gathered himself enough to not have anyone ask him questions right now. He wouldn’t be able to handle it. He asks your dorm neighbor to bring your stuff to you before trudging to clean up and hide in his room.

A couple of weeks went by with by with Y/N avoiding Kiri like the plague. He would try to go up to them and explain what he had done, what he really meant but you wouldn’t have any of it. The only time you let him near you was during class training or internship.

He would try to catch you to explain but you would just walk away. There times where he almost broke down in tears watching you walk away. There were times where he actually did. He would go hide in an empty stairwell or a janitor’s closet or where ever he could hide from prying eyes. It tore him up knowing he made you this upset. The rest of the class was starting to catch on to the rift that had fell between you.

They grow especially concerned when Kiri becomes a shell of his former else. He isn’t as cheerful or smilely like normal. He just walks around like a zombie. He doesn’t talk about being manly anymore and even he started to lack in training. What got everyone really, really worried was his eyes grew dull and he got paler.

Everyone else has had enough when he stopped spiking his hair and his black roots started to show and he didn’t even try to hide it. They had tried not to get involved in what ever happened between you two but enough was enough.

“Put me down Bakugo!” I beat on his back as he carried me over his shoulder. I looked at Mina and Kami with narrowed eyes. “What is the meaning of this?”

“We’re worried about Kiri. Whatever happened between you two has really affected him.” Mina said.

“He isn’t himself and we’re even starting to get scared for him. He’s just not our Kirishima anymore.” Kami said with a sad smile and fear in his eyes. I stopped squirming at their words.

“Woah!” I yelped as Bakugo threw me off his shoulder and to my feet.

“Enough is enough! Get in there and fix Shitty hair.” He growled. I could see the worry even in his eyes. Mina opened the door and Bakugo shoved me in. I tumbled to the floor as they slammed the door.

“Real nice guys!” I yelled but whirled around when I heard a surprised whimper. I saw Kiri sitting up in his bed, face riddled with shock.

“Y/N?” He asked in disbelief. I finally actually looked at him for the first time in weeks. I could see why everyone was worried. He was pale, his normal lively eyes were dull, and so much more. I had noticed he was acting different but didn’t realize how much.

“Hi.” I stood up. He jumped up in an energy I haven’t heard from in him in so long. The next thing I knew he was on his knees in front of me, face buried in my stomach. He was holding my legs while crying his eyes out.

“I’m so so sorry. That’s not what I meant at all.” His shaky voice came through muffled. I somehow understood him as he explain what happened, what he really meant by his behavior. I covered my mouth and started crying too at my misjudgment of him. “I was only trying to show my feelings for you.”

“Shit.” I whispered to myself. I started crying harder, my whole body shaking. I felt him still before looking up at me.

“No, no, no!” He cried before pulling me down in his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and I cried into his shoulder. “Shit! I’m sorry! Why do I keep screwing up?! I can’t even apologize right. I’m such a…”

“No, Kiri, no!” I stopped him before he could down talk himself anymore. “I’m just upset at myself for jumping to conclusions. I should have known better and not yelled at you like that.”

“Really?” I nodded and cupped his face. I gave him a watery smile. He let out a big breath of relief. He set his forehead on mine.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you. I should have let you explain.”

“It’s alright. I don’t blame you entirely. I should have just been plain honest with you, not try to be…well, be like Kami and flirt my way through. It wasn’t manly of me.” I chuckled with a big smile.

“There’s my Eijiro Kirishima. The manlest out there.” He smiled before burying his head in my neck, holding my tight. I ran my fingers through his hair and frowned at the sight of his roots. “Hey Ei?”

“Hmm?” He lifted his head to look at me.

“How about we both get cleaned up and then I help you with your hair?” I ask. “Sound good for our first activity as a couple?”

“A couple?” His eyes lit up at the word. I nodded. He shot up with me in his arms. I clung to him as he nodded profusely. I laughed as he held me tight. “Come on, let’s go.”

A little while later we made our way down to the common room hand and hand. Kiri kept nuzzling or kissing my hand, kissing my cheek, and giving me surprise hugs all the way down the four flights of stairs. We finally got to the common room and were greeted by loud hollers and cheers.

“Yes! Finally!” I heard Kaminari scream. We chuckled and made over to the couch where Sero, Kami, Jiro, and Mina sat.

“Hey guys.” Kiri said softly.

“Finally, our shark boy back to normal. Even the red spikey hair.” Mina teased.

“Yeah and I have the red hands to prove it.” I held up my stained red blotched hands. They all laughed.

“Hey shitty hair.” We both looked at the kitchen. Bakugo stood there with a smirk on his face. “Get your ass in the kitchen and eat. You need the energy.”

“Coming Bakugo.” Kiri laughed as Bakugo went back in the kitchen. Kiri brought my hand to his lips. “Caring in his own way.”

“Yeah, he’s a hard one to read but he definitely cares for his friends. Trust me, I got the hint quite well.” I looked at Mina and Kami with raised eyebrows. Kiri looked between me, them, and the kitchen.

“Wait, what did you guys do?” Kiri asked suspiciously. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet.

“Nothing that wasn’t helpful to the situation.” Kami rushed his words out before sharing a look with Mina.

“Bye!” She exclaimed and they both darted for their respective stairs.

“Guys!”

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Don’t Wanna Go -Tamaki

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+You and the Big Three are invited to a party. Mirio and Nejiere were going and so were you. You were still trying to convince Tamaki though. Eventually you relent and go to leave. You didn’t mean for him to hear it but he heard you mutter, “I don’t wanna go without you.” He grows guilty before Mustering up the courage to show up.

I finished adjusting my (skirt/dress parts) and walked over to my boyfriend. He looked up from his tablet and Smiled at me. I twirled for him before holding out my hands in silent question.

“You look very cute, bunny.” He said sweetly. I bounced in glee before going over to him. He set his hand on my waist as I leant down to peck his lips. His fingers played with the accent pieces on my waist. “I hope you have fun tonight.”

“Thank you.” I said. I went to brush my hair out one last time. “Are you sure you won’t Come?” I sat down next to him. He poked down the sleeves of his sweater over his hands.

“No.” He shook his head. My shoulders slumped and a pout came across my face.

“Please?” I asked cutely. I saw the ghost of a smile but he shook his head again. I pouted more before laying my head in his lap. His fingers immediately found purchase in my hair.

“Sorry.” He said.

“No, don’t be.” I looked up at him. I cupped his cheek and rubbed my thumb over his cheek. “I know you don’t like big crowds. I won’t make you do something you don’t like.”

“Thank you bunny.” He pecked my forehead. He looked back at his tablet, pushing his hair behind his ear. “It’s getting close to time. You better get moving.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later. ” I got up and turned to kiss him. I went to pull away but he kept me in place. “Tama…” I giggled against his lips. He pulled away finally with a blush. I walked towards the door grabbing my shoes on the way.

“I’m sure you’ll have fun. Mirio and Nejire Will be there so you’ll still have company.”

“You’re right. I’ll see you afterwards.” I said waving. I turned to the door and silently sighed. “But I don’t want to go without you.” I mumbled.

3rd POV

Tamaki’s shoulders slumped as he heard the wards leave their lips. He knew they didn’t mean for him to hear it but he had. He sat there for a while feeling bad about this situation. He was taken out of his bubble by a text from Mirio.

They’re so cute but they’re missing you. Attached was a pic of you. You were talking with someone but he could see the small pout still present on your lips. Tamaki sighed before locking his phone. He didn’t text back but ran to his room to get changed.

He took in a shaky breath as he approached the party. He grip the Sleeves of his shirt as he walked in. Tamaki’s eyes darted around the crowded room searching for you and your other friends. He finally saw your (h/c) hair and slipped through the crowd.

Y/N’s POV

I laughed at the joke before holding my nose when the feeling of liquid coming out hit. Mirio laughed at me, nearly falling to the floor. I hit him in the chest to help before feeling arms wrap around me.

“Hey! What do you…” I stopped when I felt the person bury their head in between my shoulder blades. A smile came across my face and leant my head back against his. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, bu-bunny.” He muttered into my shirt. I set my hands over his. He lifted his head and reburied his face in my hair. Mirio finally stood up straight and looked back at me. His eyes widened in glee as he saw his best friend hiding behind me.

“Hey there Tama! Glad you could make it.” He said before turning back to the conversation. I could feel Tama relax a bit behind me at Mirio not making a big deal of his arrival. I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Hey there.” I whispered to him. He smiled and tightened his grip.

“Hi.” He stayed in close. I pecked his lips.

“I thought you didn’t want to come. What changed your mind?” I asked before my stomach dropped. I held his face. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no.” He smiled. “I just felt too bad. You really wanted me to come and…” He paused. “I heard you when you left the room. How you didn’t want to go without me…”

“Awe, Tama.” I smiled, relaxing. “That didn’t mom you had to come. I would have been fine.” I ran a hand through his hair. He hummed and leant into my hand.

“I know.” He opened his eyes. “Mirio also sent me a picture of you and I could see you were a little lonely.”

“He did, did he?” I shook my head in disbelief but sniced none the less. I kiss his nose. “Well I’m glad you’re here. Now let’s go get something to drink.”

We got drinks and came quickly. Tama seemed to be having a decent time. While still attached to me, he was talking to Nejiere. Mirio was on my other side. I waited for him to have a break in conversation before I smacked him in the back of the head.

“Ow! What was that for?” He rubbed the sore spot, looking at me in betrayal.

“You know what that was for. I told you to leave him alone!” I chided. His expression morphed from betrayal to to cheeky shock.

“Well…” I hit him again. “Ow!” He yelped and covered his head to protect himself. “Sorry! But you have to admit he is enjoying himself. So, not sorry really.” He then disappeared through the wall.

“Seriously.” I groaned. Tama turned to me.

“What up bunny?” He asked.

“Just your ridiculous best friend. Drives me nuts.” He chuckled. He nuzzled his nose into my hair. I relaxed into him. He tucked my head under his chin. We just stood there for a while before I heard his stomach rumble. “Wanna bail and go get some food?”

“Please.” He said immediately. I laughed and grabbed his hand. We walked out and I shot a text to the blonde idiot letting him know.

“Hey Tama?” I spoke up after a bit of quiet walking.

“Yes bunny?”

“How about next time there’s a party, you try and convince me to stay instead of me trying to convince you to go?” He laughed and pulled me into his side more.

“I think I can do that, love.” He said. I smiled and joined in on laughing.

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Hi! If you cannot do this that is so okay, I know you said there’s not a guarantee on characters, but could you possibly do a Tensei Iida x reader? If not then totally disregard the following lol

Romantic/fluff, reader has a quirk called Photosynthesis that can make plants sentient and move at her will. Storyline follows the two before the Stain incident, where Tensei has a day off of hero duty and spends the day with the reader.

@tadahoni I hope you like it!! It took me a hot minute since I’ve never written for him. This turned out very cute & playful & I love it!!

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Day Off - Tensei Iida (Pre-Stain)

I groaned as I woke up. I blocked out the Sun out of my eyes before turning over. I arched my back, stretching out my stiff muscles until my back popped.

“Awe, that felt good.” I muttered. I laid back, relaxing my body. I started to doze off when I smelt food cooking. I shot up, holding the blanket to my chest. I finally remembered. “He’s home. It’s his day off!” I threw off the blankets, jumped from the bed, and threw on one of his shirts. I ran out the door and down the hall towards the Kitchen.

“Because you live and breathe. Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help.” I heard him singing softly as I approached.

“Tensei!” I exclaimed as I walked in. He turned to me with a big smile. He was shirtless with a pair of sweatpants on, Spatula in hand.

“Good morning sweetheart. Did you forget I had the day off?” I nodded before going over to hug him. He held me close to his chest and I breathed him in deep. He picked me up and set me down on the counter. “I know I work alot but…”

“Nope.” I placed a finger on his lips. “You have a responsibility as Ingenium and I understand. It’s okay.” He smiled before Kissing me. The sweet kiss turned into a slow make out session. He laughs against my lips.

“As much as I love this, baby. I don’t want to burn breakfast.”

“Mmm.” I whined, pulling him into a deep kiss before letting go. He backed up and my arms fell to my lap. He finished up the eggs. I looked up at the hanging planter. I stood up on the counter to get a good look at my herbs. I saw my parsley and waved my hand over it. The green haze fell from my hand and the plant grew. I plucked a couple pieces as Tensei spoke up.

“Alright, it’s all finished but could you…” I looked down at him and he was staring at me. I held out the parsley. “Yeah, that. Thank you.”

“Welcome.” I got down and sat at the bar. He set a plate in front of me before sitting down. We ate while making small talk.

“So what do we want to do today?” He asked while taking the dishes. I went to answer but was cut off by him groaning in pain. He grabbed his shoulder.

“Tensei?”

“It’s alright. I just had a run in with a villian with a nasty punch yesterday. So I’m a little sore.” He smiled back at me. 

“Alright, how about a hot bath first?” I cocked my head to the side.

“I could go for that.” He smirked.

A little while later after a long hot bath and a massage he plopped onto the couch. I laughed at his sprawled out position. I waved my hand and the plants by the window shut the curtains. He looked at them before looking back at me.

“I never thought I would have a house full of so many plants. But here we are.”

“And your brother complains about them being overgrown every time he comes over.” I comment. He laughed while opening his arms. I laid down on his chest.

“I try to tell him to relax but he’s so uptight. I have no clue where it comes from.” He shrugs.

“I can think of where. Plus, he is only trying work hard and live up to and be like his older brother. I could only imagine how he was when you told me when he got to be class president.” I said. “I love the kid but damn.”

“Tell me about it.” He chuckles before kissing my head. “But I love him too. And I am so God Damn proud of him. He’s doing so well.”

“Especially with what he and his classmates have already faced.” I added. “He’s going to be an amazing hero someday.”

“Yes.” We sat there in comfortable silence until he perked up. “Did you finish that book we were reading together?”

“No, I was waiting for you.”

“Awesome. Can you possibly… read it to me?” He asked shyly.

“What? Is the great Ingerion not able to read a book?”

“Of course I can!” He exclaimed. “I have a very high reading level, it’s just… I like it when you read to me. The sound of your voice soothes me.” He blushed. 

“Alright, cool guy. Let me just find…” I sat up and looked around for the book. I saw it on the top shelf of a bookshelf next to the TV. At the appearance of the green hue around my hand, the vine plant on top of the bookshelf grabbed the book for me. It stretched Across the room to give it to me.

“That always amazes me.” He said. I smiled before patting my lap. He moved and set his head in my lap.

We sat there as I read out loud. It was a long while before we moved from that spot. We moved on from the book to watching some TV. There were a couple lacy make outs mixed in here and there. Before we knew it, it was lunch time.

“Do you wanna order in?” He asked as he got up. I nodded. “What do you wa…” His phone began ringing. He looked at it and groaned.

“Go ahead.” I said as my phone went off too. It was a text from Hawks. “I gotta take of something too.” I called the birdman as he spoke with some of his sidekicks. Luckily, neither of the calls took long.

“I’m gonna order some (F/Food) . Is that okay?”

“Yeah! How about in the meantime… We make my mom’s famous brownie cookies for dessert?” His eyes widened in excitement.

“Yes!” He nodded before swiftly making the call. He pranced over into the kitchen.

“You sure you’re the Oldest?” I asked. He gave me a  glare before pulling out ingredients we needed. Baking with him is an adventure. There’s dancing, sampling, messes, and food fights. Let’s just say, when the food came, Tensei’s hair was more white than dark blue.

“He looked at me like I was crazy before I told him we were baking cookies.” I laughed as he set the take out containers down.

“Well you do have flour I mean, everywhere.” He brushed off his clothes while rolling his eyes.

“Who’s fault is that?” I bit my lip and darted my eyes around the room.

“Lilie’s.” I pointed to the Easter Lily in the corner.

“Yeah. Sure.” He came up behind me and took over panning the cookies. I let my arms drop and leant back into him. I turned my head and nuzzled into his neck. He hummed in delight before hugging me tight. “Thank you, Love.”

“For what?”

“You always make my days off amazing.” He said. “I’m always so relaxed and energized for the next day. It’s miraculous. I love you.” He nosed my cheek. I sighed and rubbed my thumbs over his hands.

“I love you too Tensei. I love doing this for you.” I turned and rubbed my nose against his before ghosting my lips over his. Our moment was interrupted by the sound of the oven. Tensei took the cookie sheet and put it in.

“How about we eat?” He asked. I nodded.

“You know, we should send some of the cookies to Tenya. He’s probably really stressed with school and I know how much he likes them.”

3rd POV

Tensei watched and listened to his partner talk about their worries for his brother, for him, and about other things that they were thinking about. He could listen to them talk all day. Hence him asking them to read to him earlier. As he admired them more, his mind went back to the little box he had hidden in the back of his drawers.

Maybe today’s the day… He thought to himself as he got a Kiss on the head. They’re attention made him forget, even for a moment, about the nasty, red eyed murderous villian that has plaguing the hero world.

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