Louis is an architecture student who can only think about the future. Harry is a baseball player who can only think about right now. Both are lonely for different reasons. Boybands bring them together.
The first time Louis Tomlinson kisses him, Nick is three sheets to the wind, wearing a pirate hat, and so fucking tired of Louis being a complete and utter knobhead that he’s spent the last ten minutes snapping at him. The kiss takes him rather by surprise, all things considered. Or: Nick and Louis don’t like each other, not even a little bit, not even at all.
Lt. Harry Styles, call sign Sparrow, is a prodigy when it comes to flying. The owner of an unrivaled Naval pedigree, being a pilot was always written in the stars for Harry. With his trusty RIO, Lt. Niall Horan, Harry has made an unprecedented ascension in the ranks of the Naval aerial combat elite, and has been recruited to the esteemed Premier Delta flight school, carrying on his family’s legacy. What he finds there are unexpected friendships, perilous challenges, and something beyond what he ever thought possible. Because as his father had always told him, before the great Captain Styles went tragically missing in combat, you don’t fall in love with the sky, you fall in love with what keeps you on the ground.
Sadly, I had to put my dog Batman down today. The cancer was finally too much for him. He was so tough that he lasted much longer than we all expected. I’ve never met dog as stubborn or pig-headed. He was an assbutt, but he was my assbutt. It’s super weird coming back from the vet without him. I’m gonna miss the dude.
‘‘I look like a slut.’‘
It was Saturday, 9pm. The party was already approaching its peak, and Jisoo and you were almost done getting ready. Because you weren’t a big party goer, you didn’t knew what to wear, but Jisoo had searched for something in the deep of your dresser only to pick out a tight, short skirt with a chessboard pattern and a zipper at the front - you couldn’t even remember when you had bought such a thing but you were sure it was Jisoo’s fault. You paired it with a black crop top.
‘‘No you don’t,’‘ Jisoo said, walking in your room while brushing her hair. You turned yourself to her, and saw that she was wearing something as slutty as you. It was a short black dress with fishnet tights.
Furrowing your brows you said, ‘’Jisoo, we do look like sluts.’’
You walked to your bed and took your favourite perfume, spraying on a decent amount. ‘’I still don’t know why I agreed to this. This skirt is so fucking tight. How am I even supposed to walk in this?’’
Jisoo sighed. ‘’I’m pretty sure this skirt won’t be long on you. Also, trust me, Chanyeol will like it.’’ Giving you a playful smirk she demonstrated you how the zipper of your skirt worked.
Laughing and slapping her hand away, you walked out of your room, Jisoo following you. ‘’I’m definitely not going to have sex today. With anyone. Two times not with Chanyeol. He’s a freaking fuckboy!’’
‘’Just because he’s friends with the others doesn’t mean he’s a fuckboy, you know,’’ Jisoo answered, stuffing her mouth with an apple.
You also took one, taking a big bite. You wanted to be sure you’d eaten enough before the party so you wouldn’t puke and get too drunk. ‘’I’m sure he is. The message. Fuckboy.’’
Sighing for what felt like the hundreth time today, Jisoo shrugged her shoulders. ‘’Well, if you don’t want him, can I have him?’’
The next thing Jisoo saw was a pillow flying her direction. You quickly grabbed one of the pillows on the couch and had thrown it through the big open window in the kitchen, that linked your kitchen and living room. ‘’Of course you can’t. Remember what happened with Minah and Jongdae? I don’t want that to happen to you. Please, throw yourself on someone like, I don’t know, your biology class partner.’’
Jisoo laughed and nodded. ‘’Right, I forgot there was someone really cute. I forgot his name, but not his face.’’
Rolling your eyes, you picked up your shoes from the ground and put them on later followed by your jacket and your purse. Jisoo did the same.
‘‘You ready?’‘ she asked while smiling brightly. You nodded and closed the door of your apartment, leaving behind your comfortable area wherein you didn’t even have to wear a bra. Well, let’s see what this night brings you…
The walk across the campus to the complex where all the boy apartments were was not as long as you hoped. Infact, two minutes after, you already arrived at the staircase. Both you and Jisoo knew exactly where the enormous apartment of the now nine boys was. You were almost 100% sure Chanyeol also lived with them.
Walking to the third floor, you could already hear the bass of the music pounding through the walls. The smell of alcohol was also pretty heavy. You always wondered why Professors never restricted things like this.
Soon, you had arrived at the door. It was closed, but you could still push it and it opened. Kyungsoo was an engineering student, and knew how to prepare certain things so they had, how he calls it, useful special effects. So the door looked like it was closed but with a slight powerful push you could open it.
Pushing the door open, the smell of sweat, alcohol and smoke basicially slapped you in the face. The apartment was filled with students dancing, drinking, smoking or everything at once.
It wasn’t even that late. Jisoo and you had arrived a hour later since Jisoo said no one would come early, but it seemed like she was wrong. The apartment was almost dark, except for some neon lights which made it fell like a real club. The music came from a huge sound system and it felt like hundred students were dancing to it.
Taking Jisoo’s hand in yours, you both squished through the mass of sweaty bodies until you arrived at the transformer kitchen-bar. Leaning on the counter were Baekhyun and Junmyeon, already visibly drunk. Yixing was behind the counter, mixing strange liquids with each other.
Baekhyun looked away from the mass of students and his eyes landed on you. He smirked and bit his lip. Scanning your body up and down and taking in the, in his eyes, beautiful outfit, he pushed himself from the counter and walked in your direction.
‘‘Y/N, I was almost worried you wouldn’t come. Nice outfit. I like the skirt, is it new?’‘ He slurred, while playing with the ring of the zipperhead.
You rolled your eyes, taking Baekhyuns hand and squishing, it only to hear a painful whimper from him. ‘’No it isn’t.’’ After letting his hand go, you walked further to the counter where Yixing was standing, and also looking you up and down with a visible smirk plastering his face.
‘‘Hello sweeties, what can I make you?’‘ he asked, the smell of alcohol lingering around him, making you feel drunk already.
Jisoo smiled beside you and leaned over the counter. ‘’Two vodka lemonades please. For the girl beside me, more vodka than lemonade. She has to come down a little bit.’’
Giving Jisoo an annoyed look, you sighed. She was right actually, you had to chill a little bit. Just because you usually didn’t drink, that didn’t meant you hated alcohol. Infact, you really liked it.
Yixing winked at both of you, giving you your drinks. ‘’Here you go girls. Two amazing drinks for two even more amazing girls.’’
You chuckled and looked Jisoo in the eye. You two had that weird ritual that when you were at a party you had to drink the first drink together, looking each other in the eyes and gunshotting it. So that was exactly what you were doing.
The alcohol hit you right away. You weren’t sure how much vodka Yixing had added but it felt like there was almost no lemon. Setting it down after it was empty, you already felt more lightheaded than before. You could tell Jisoo did too. You both smiled at each other and started laughing.
‘‘Okay, now let’s party!’‘ Jisoo said, and the next thing you knew, she was gone in the crowd of people infront of you. It was always like this. After the first drink together, Jisoo always disappeared, just so you could find her making out with a random guy later on.
Grinning after her, you relaxed your shoulders and looked around you. It wasn’t that you were searching for Chanyeol but, you were. To your sadness you only found Jongin and Baekhyun at your side. Baekhyun holding two cups, one of them offering to you.
‘‘You didn’t put something in there, did you?’‘ you asked, while taking the cup from him and taking a sip before he could even answer.
Smirking, he shook his head and layed one arm around your shoulder. You were too lazy to care right now. Maybe it was the alcohol making you think so.
Jongin joined your left side and lowered his head so he could speak in your ear. It was so loud he must have screamed otherwise. Speaking in your ear his warm breath tickled your skin, making you feel good.
‘‘Do you enjoy the party?’‘ he said, immediately after looking in your face again.
You nodded, smiling and emptying your second cup of Alcohol right after. Jongin showed you the Okay-sign with his hand and was also gone in the crowd of people. Baekhyun was still at your side.
Grabbing his hand, to Baekhyuns surprise, you placed your empty cup somewhere and dragged him to were everyone was dancing. You felt like dancing but it would have been boring without somebody.
Standing opposite each you started dancing, rolling your body and swinging your hips. You loved to dance and you knew you looked good while doing it, so you weren’t afraid to show what you got.
Baekhyun was just standing there for a second to register what had just happened. Y/N, the stubborn Y/N he knew just invited him to grind his body on her.
Smirking, he also started moving his body, taking in all of your curves. He looked around to search for one certain person. You were in the perfect state for the person he was searching for. You wouldn’t say no to anything he would say. After he found what he was looking for he quickly dissapeared infront of you. You, on the other hand, were too drunk and focused on dancing to notice.
Suddenly, you felt two strong arms sneaking themselves around your waist from behind, and something beside your ear.
‘’Hey, Y/N. I’m glad you came,’’ you heard the person behind you saying in your ear, like before, when Jongin spoke in your ear. But it was different. Their hot breath tickled your skin, however this time you felt something further down your body. You knew exactly who it was behind you.
Turning around, you had Chanyeol’s face infront of you, looking at you like he always did with his emotionless eyes. However the alcohol added a glisten to his gaze. You smiled playfully and took a step forward, so you both were nearly pressed together.
Standing on your tiptoes, you answered him with a seductive ‘’Hey,’’ which he countered with an amused smirk. It was the first time you saw Chanyeol moving his mouth from the line he normally had when he was not talking and joking around with the boys. You had watched him a lot over the past weeks. It was almost creepy.
Chanyeol had rested his hands on your hips now, also swaying with the beat of the music, dancing with you. He looked over your head and over the heads from everyone else. He was smirking to himself all the time. He finally got what he wanted. You. There was no way he wouldn’t fuck you senseless today.
Since the first day you had walked into him, he found you interesting. All the boys said you were hopeless but he wanted you and if he wants something, he always gets it. Now he was standing here with you, knowing he would take you to his shared room tonight. Every one of the boys knew he had something to do, so his room was private space only for him and you tonight.
You, on the other hand, were still sober enough that you didn’t forget to not have sex with anyone, and expecially not with Chanyeol today. Yes, you were drunk, but if you promised something to yourself you always held it. Unfortunately, you were losing it more and more.
Noticing that Chanyeol was moving his hands up and down your body, it got even harder to resist him, only to be surprised by a pair of lips that landed on yours. Chanyeol’s lips.
It didn’t take you long to move your lips and respond to Chanyeol’s kiss, that evolved into what seemed like a make-out session, fast.
Feeling Chanyeol smirk against your lips, you slowly opened your mouth. Chanyeol hadn’t even asked for permission to enter. You wanted it. You wanted to feel his tongue exploring your wet cavern.
All the levers in your brain were switched to fuck it mode. You wanted to resist him but you couldn’t. The urge to be near him was too big. But in this moment, you didn’t care what would happen afterwards. In this moment, you just wanted him to be in you.
You were like butter in Chanyeol hands. He already had seperated himself from your kiss, both of you breathless. He smiled at you, more devilish than sincere, and took your hand to guide you through the countless bodies jumping around.
Knowing what would come now, you still followed him. Your brain was clouded with hot feelings. You were feeling bothered, your private area was aching for touches and you missed the feeling of his plump, moist lips on yours. You had often imagined how his lips would feel but now that you’d experienced it, you knew it felt way better than you had ever dreamed of.
Both of you stopped in front of a door. The door had two stickers, C and M. You figured that it must mean Chanyeol and Minseok. It’s their room.
Chanyeol opened the door with a key he previously pulled out of his jeans pocket, and dragged you in with him, locking the door after.
You were now standing in the middle of a moderate sized room. It was bigger than yours, since two people lived in here. Looking around you noticed two beds, two desks, dressers and other stuff. Just a normal dorm room with personal stuff in it.
Turning your head to Chanyeol, you saw that he had already removed his Hawaiian shirt, leaving him in a black tank top. You stared at his arm muscles and his abs, which you could make out through the thin fabric of his top. He must have been working out a lot.
He walked toward you, caressing your shoulders after he had stopped in front of you. You sighed, placing your palms over his chest muscles making the same circular motions he was making on your shoulders.
Slowly, Chanyeol hands slid to your neck and up your throat, only to rest on your cheeks. Closing the gap between you both, you shared the second kiss for tonight, and you wished it wasn’t the last.
The kiss was different to the first. It was faster, harder and felt more explosive, the nerves on your lips sparking.
You moved your hands to the southern regions of Chanyeol’s body, stopping on the hem of his tank top. After fiddling with it a little bit, you slid your hands under his shirt the way he had moved from your shoulders to your cheeks earlier, slowly and thrilling.
Feeling his toned muscles you gasped, making Chanyeol chuckle right after. He seperated himself quickly from you, taking your hands out from under his shirt so he could take it off. He threw it in the next corner of the room immediately.
Your hand reached out for his mucles again, your eyes focused on the outline of his defined sixpack. Lost in this sight, you hadn’t noticed that Chanyeol had started nibbling on your neck, only to be shaken awake by your moaning.
Chanyeol had bitten in the tender flesh of your throat and quickly found your soft spot. After hearing your quiet yet arousing moan, Chanyeol wasted no time in sucking on this exact place, leaving you in an excited state.
Walking forward, Chanyeol moved you slowly in the direction of his bed. He liked what you were doing here, but for him, it was all going too slowly. He already was rock hard and he wanted you. Right now, right here.
Carefully letting you sit down on his bed, he still stood and now hovered even more over you. Leaving your neck now, he looked down at you. The sight infront of him almost making him come already.
You were staring up at him. Your eyes having a tint of innocence, but also seduction in them. He could tell you were drunk, but still that much sober that you knew what you were doing, and the fact that you were still in this room here with him, made him laugh internally.
Hopeless? You weren’t hopeless. Just, no one was like him.
Crouching down so he was on eye level with you, he laid his hands on top of your thighs. You were now slightly taller than Chanyeol. He smiled up to you and placed a quick peck on your lip. ‘’Stand up for me please.’’ His voice hoarse and full of lust.
You stood up almost immediatly, surprising yourself on how much impact Chanyeol had on you. You were doing everything he said without thinking about it.
Everything you had promised yourself forgotten. It felt and seemed like you were having a total blackout.
Chanyeol’s hands had now left your thighs, and now played with the ring on the zipperhead of your skirt like Baekhyun did before. ‘’I really like the skirt. Sadly, I have to take it off of you now.’’
With slow motions, Chanyeol pulled the zipper down until it was completely opened and your skirt fell down, leaving you only in your black panties. You hadn’t planned to have sex now, so it wasn’t anything special, but what could you do wrong with simple black underwear?
Standing up again, Chanyeol now had rested his hands on the hem of your crop top, undressing you out of it. Now you were standing infront of him, only with your underwear and vans left on.
You noticed him staring at you. Taking in every single centimetre of your body. Gliding his hands up and down your almost naked body. ‘’You’re fucking beautiful,’’ he said, making you giggle while you fiddled with the zipper of his pants.
He noticed that you were also slowly getting impatient, so Chanyeol quickly got rid of his shoes, pants and socks while you also kicked of your shoes and socks.
Shortly after you were both finished, he kissed you again. You had almost forgotten how his lips tasted and were glad that his were back on yours again. He softly sat down on his bed, pulling you on his lap. For the first time today you felt his hard one on your thigh. You could tell he was so ready.
Reaching behind you, Chanyeol made it quick in removing your bra. Leaving your lips almost right after, he first stared at your breasts, only to put his lips on the newly revealed flesh, sucking on one breast, gently kneeding the other one with his hands.
He left you in a state of constant soft moaning. Your hands had found it’s place in Chanyeol’s hair. It was as fluffy and nice as you had imagined it.
Chanyeol leaned back more in his bed, but made sure to let you lay down first so he could lay above you.
You both were now laying in Chanyeol’s bed. Still sucking on your right boob and playing with your left, he changed the order, so one wouldn’t feel left behind.
The state you were in right now was almost unbelivable for you. Everything felt so good, so right even though it was so fucking wrong but you just couldn’t careless in this Moment.
Even though everything Chanyeol was doing right now felt so amazing, you couldn’t wait longer. Opening you mouth slightly, you fiddled with the waistband of his boxershorts. ‘’Chanyeol… please hurry.’’ You breathed out while trying to pull his boxers down a little bit.
Chanyeol chuckled coming up to your lips again leaving short but hot kisses on your lips. He was looking you direct in the eyes. Even though you could tell they were filled with lust, they were still cold and emotionless somehow.
Before you could give it another thought Chanyeol had sit up on his knees, slowly removing your panties, throwing them away right after. Admiring your private area, he also stepped out of his boxershort, leaving both of you completely naked.
At the sight of Chanyeol’s manhood you gawked. It was not super long, just perfect but he looked very thick. You were so ready to feel him fill you up until you felt like ripping apart.
Leaning over to his nightstand he opened a drawer and pulled out a condom just to rip the foil of with his teeth right after and putting it over his length.
He lowered himself again propping himself up on his ellbows on either side of you for support. Looking in your face again his lips found yours to start another heated make-out session.
You reached down to were your woman- and his manhood was only to, first prepare you quickly with your fingers moistening the area with your already leaking out fluid and then grabbing his length to carefully slide it in you.
Both of you hissed at the contact. You let go of Chanyeol’s length grabbing onto his shoulders with both your hands. He was sliding in you now until you were full of him. ‘’Fuck, you’re so tight Baby.’’ His breathing getting more shallow.
Closing your legs around his waist, you moaned giving him the signal to move. He started slow first but went faster and faster by the second. Soon your were a moaning mess and you both were sure everyone heard his dark grunting pounding through the thin walls of the apartment. The bed was shaking and hitting the wall behind you leaving visible marks.
Chanyeol was sliding in and out of you in a rapid speed now, you were only seeing stars anymore. Your lips were also not connected anymore. Yours were parted moaning his name over and over, his marking your neck and throat.
You noticed the familiar feeling in your stomach building up signalling you, you were close. Chanyeol also seemed to be very close since he went even faster, having one of your legs over his shoulder now so he could pound into you deeper and faster.
Starting to scratch his back and leaving hurtful marks you shakily tried to speak. ‘’Chan- I’m close…’’ You managed to bring out.
Chanyeol opened his eyes which used to be closed before and looked at you nodding. ‘’Me too. Come for Daddy, Babygirl.’’
This sentence with Chanyeol’s low, husky and lustful voice sent you completely over the edge. Screaming his name and scratching even deeper marks in his back you came all over him, tightening around him.
The now even more tighter new feeling also sent Chanyeol over the edge soon after you, squirting his liquids into the condom.
Slowly riding both of your orgasms out, Chanyeol let your leg down again, before fully sliding out of your womanhood. He quickly got rid of the condom too throwing it away, not caring if it might land on Minseok’s bed or not.
Both of you slowly came down from your high, still breathing faster than normal. Chanyeol kissed you again before standing up and putting on his boxers again. He smirked down at you giving you a playfull wink and turning around.
The last thing you could remember from this night was, seeing Chanyeol walk into what seemed like the connected bathroom to his and Minseok’s shared room before you knocked out completely, still laying on his bed.
Omg this part idc it’s a freaking masterpiece, I’m so proud of myself. Sorry for the length by the way, I guess I got carried away but guys it’s Chanyeol, yk. Anyway I really hope you like it. I also finished it before 0:00! Pt.4 will be out on Wednesday I believe :). Love you!
Also huge credits to admin a for correcting my writings. Without her, there would have been lotto embarassing mistakes.
They told us things would be
tougher after the war, but I didn’t know they mean quite like this.
Cold metal, slipping in my sweaty
palms. Ears ringing. My face flecked with powder, but it’s still hot, so hot,
it burns like ash.
And then of course the man before
me, face forever frozen like I just called him something rude, hand pressed to
the hole in his lungs as he goes down.
Let me explain.
I was always like this, see, not
the killing part, but the part that led up to it. The part where I found me a
bone and gnawed and gnawed at it like a dog possessed. “Annalisa,” Pa would
say, that tone both scolding and proud, “maybe it’s time to give it a rest,
huh? Worry about something else for a while.” But when I found me a mystery, I
clung to it, until one of us was solved.
Usually it was as simple as finding
where our downstairs neighbor’s good pearls got off to (her husband’s bookie)
or who’d gotten the landlady’s daughter in a family way. In the war, I made a
bit of a name for myself, nothing official, of course, but the cops came to me
all the same. Their best detectives had been poached by the OSS and so on, and
they just needed a hand dealing with the vagrants who’d somehow slipped the
draft—purse thieves and smugglers and all the other shits you find down south
of Houston or lurking around the docks. Pa’d already gone to Europe then, so
there was no one but old Mrs. Dougherty to tell me I couldn’t, and she’d turn
her glass eye to anything as long as her cooking sherry stayed stocked. I solved everything from break-ins to
embezzlers, and didn’t feel a bit bad about a single one of the creeps and
goons I got locked up, even though I didn’t get much credit (or any at all).
Bianca, though … Bianca I felt
bad about. But then I’m jumping ahead.
When the war ended and the men came
home—though some of ‘em, like Pa, made the trip in a wooden box—they warned me
it was going to be hard. The best thing I could do was find myself a man,
young, not too shellshocked, who was so damn happy to be home and alive that he
wouldn’t mind what a boatload of trouble I was. Mrs. Daughtery couldn’t watch
me forever, and I was old enough I didn’t need her by then. I tried dating,
thought admittedly not hard, but I’d have had more fun sitting across the diner
booth from a box of soap. Every guy was a crossword and I’d solved ‘em by the
time the waitress brought our main course.
What I wanted was work. Real work.
Work I could hang a shingle on, and get paid enough to live, not just to buy
myself something at the soda fountain. I needed to rent a room of my own before
I wore out all my excuses with our landlady, before the government checks ran
But the cops suddenly didn’t want
me, at least not at any price I could afford to take. So I pawned my grandpa’s
old pocket watch and took out a newspaper ad.
Mostly it was other women who came
to me. We were all in the same boat; we’d had a purpose for a few years, were
building a career, then just as quickly it was gone. I saw housewives who were
going stir crazy, imagining murderers next door, their husbands’ affairs, even
a neighbor who didn’t smile at them just right. They weren’t always wrong, but
it was quick, easy work, and that never paid the bills. Not that they had much
to give me on their own, scraping together nickels from their grocery money on
the sly, but I took the jobs anyway. We were in this together, after the war.
Then Bianca stormed into my world
and there’s no way I was going to end up unscathed.
68. “I can hear you crying, you know. At night, when you think no one is listening.”; 71. “I’ve seen how much you really care. Don’t pretend like you don’t. ”, requested by the lovely @fornhaus
Pairing: kacchako, obvsly.
a/n: sorry i’m such a lazy ass. This came out a bit longer and less angsty than I expected, but I just decided I can’t do prompts for shit. I always get carried away from the topic, in the end you ask me for apples and I give you pears. Anyways, hope you enjoy it anyway!
The air was warm, a pleasent breeze rushing through the trees and bushes that surrounded him. In front of him, was the lake that mirrored the starry night sky. No sounds could be heard, aside from the crickets, and, of course, the muffled laughter and chatter of his classmates.
It was one of those summer nights he would probably spend in his room, studying or reading some comics. That is, if he was home. Right now, Bakugou Katsuki was trapped in a campsite far, far away from the U.A. dorms, cursing all the souls within a hundred mile radius, and their mothers.
Summer break was just around the corner, and the students of classes A and B decided that they should all take a trip together to get their minds away from the midterms and have some fun. Which was exactly the opposite of what Bakugou was doing. In fact, he had only agreed to go thinking it was a training camp, like in first year. He would later find out that the only training they would be doing was on how to make s'mores and sing dumb songs by the fire.
After so much time living together, it was not like Bakugou wasn’t already used to the presence of his classmates. Hell, sometimes he wouldn’t even be that bothered by their shenanigans. But being tricked into coming to their little trip, wasting his time with stupid shit like that, it had spiked his fury in a whole other level.
He could easily had taken the easy path there and just burn them all to bits before they thought of another song. But after all they went through, Bakugou had to learn his lesson about thinking his actions through at some point. Instead, he got up from his seat by the fire and walked into the woods, screaming that anyone who followed him would have their head ripped out of their body and shoved into their ass. So, after a quiet walk, he expected to calm his nerves and clear all the murderous intentions out of his head.
What he did not expected, though, was to find Uraraka Ochako, sitting alone on the muddy ground, staring at the clear water of the lake.
She had her big Nº 13 hoodie on, short brown hair floating with the breeze. After a better look, he noticed her shoulders were shaking.
The boy stood there for a few seconds, the wind brushing his wild hair, hands in his pockets, unsure of what to do.
Bakugou wasn’t exactly the example of a caring person. Even after a year and a half of sharing a house and a classroom, he still couldn’t remember half of his classmates’s names. He just didn’t give a fuck. But she was different.
Uraraka had something in her. A hidden side, obscured by a good girl mask that could fool anyone and everyone. Except for him. She liked to bat her little eyelashes at him, smile at him in the halls, scold him for not being friendly or some shit. But as much as it all confused him, he had seen her for who she really was during their first fight, and in all their other fights since then. He was the only one who could see through her mask, who was able to push her past her breaking point and take a peek at the real Uraraka. She had caught his eye, to a point where he wasn’t satisfied with just a peek anymore. He wanted to see more, to find out what she really had to offer. So, on one sleepless night, Bakugou decided to go to her room and challenge her for a real match.
But before he could knock, he heard her sobs. Tiny, shaky sobs that, although he would never admit it, made his heart beat a little faster. Much more faster.
Bakugou had been avoiding her since that night. Don’t get the wrong idea, he wasn’t a coward. He would never run from his problems, like some chicken. But something in him has changed when he heard her crying. She was suffering, and somehow, that affected him too. He was fucking terrified of her.
His sharp crimson eyes stared at the back of her head, as her sobs and sniffs got louder. He scowled, turning around to leave while she hadn’t noticed his presence. Carefully, he took a step forward, then another–
“B-Bakugou-kun? Is that you?”, Uraraka’s meek voice reached his ears.
Fuck his life. He had stepped on a branch. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? Comfort her? As if.
He slowly turned around, ready to make up some excuse for why he had been watching her cry, possibly throwing some insults and explosions on the way. But when he could finally see her face, his resolve was shattered.
She looked scared, frightened brown eyes staring at him from her seat by the lake. Her cheeks, usually rosy and flushed, were now pale and stained with tears. Her small frame looked even smaller, quivering under the moonlight.
Suddenly, he couldn’t breathe. She got up, wiping the dirt off of her shorts, avoiding his gaze.
“I… Umm… What are you d-doing here?”, she tried again, looking mildly taken aback by his expression. He must have been looking really stupid.
Shaking his head, Bakugou opened his mouth, trying to think of something to say. Nothing came out. He averted his gaze, feeling his cheeks warming up.
Uraraka bit her bottom lip, looking at everything but him. She looked extremely uncomfortable. A part of him wanted to apologize for walking in on such an intimate moment for her. A bigger part of him wanted to punch that part in the face. What was happening to him? It was her fault for crying on a public space! He had nothing to do with her, it wasn’t his fucking business. Again, he could easily have chosen the easiest path. But something about seeing her in such a frail state made him change his mind.
“Uraraka.”, he said, his strangely quiet tone capturing her attention again.
He moved a bit closer to her, reluctantly. She blinked, watching as he scowled and tucked his hands deeper in his pockets, looking like he regretted every word he was about to say.
“Why are you… y'know…”, he started, finding it hard to get the words out of his mouth. “… crying?”
She blinked again, several times, brows knitting in confusion.
“Why do you care?”
Good question. There was literally no reason for him to give a fuck about her, or what she felt. But he did. He fucking did. And no matter how stupid his words sounded to himself, he couldn’t help but want to know why she was suffering.
“Who the fuck said I cared? Don’t get cocky, round-face!”, he exclaimed, not able to hold back his tongue. She looked even more confused. “It’s just really fucking annoying to hear you crying all night, and then have to bear with it here too!”
Her eyes widened, the color rushing back to her cheeks in embarrassment. “Y-You could hear m-me?”
Bakugou’s scowl deepened, as he runned a hand through his blond hair, trying to hold back all the weird feelings that threatened to spill.
“Yeah, Uraraka, I fucking heard you.”
She pursed her lips, hugging her torso and looking at her feet. Her eyes were closed again, a shaky breath leaving her lungs. He felt a pang in his chest, a strange urge to cup her face in his hands and tell her to breathe. Again, what the fuck was happening to him?
She opened her eyes, and he could swear they were even sadder than when he found her. Uraraka took a step back, going back to a sitting position next to the lake, looking expectantly at him. Bakugou hesitantly moved forward, sitting next to her, resting his elbows on his knees. She hugged her knees to her chest, a shaky sigh leaving her mouth. They were only a few inches apart from each other now.
“I’m sorry for bothering you.”, she started, looking at the clear water before them. “I’ve received some bad news lately and it’s been a little difficult for me to accept them.”
A few beats passed, his strict eyes locked on her face, before she cleared her throat and continued.
“My father is sick. It’s not so serious, but he still can’t work properly. But his debts keep growing y'know…”, her voice sounded so weak it was barely audible. “… My mother said it’s okay, that they’re gonna work this out. But I need to help too. I can’t just stay here and watch them work themselves to death.”
Bakugou went dead silent, the sharp features of his face curling in a frown. He had expected for her problems to be related to that bastard Deku or something, but this was much more serious than he initially thought.
“Do you mean…”, he muttered, voice faltering for a second. She still wouldn’t look at him, eyes trained on her reflection on the lake. “… does this mean you’re…?”
Her grip on her knees tightened. “Yeah.”, she mumbled, and he could swear his heart has skip a beat. “I might have to drop out of school.”
She finally looked up at him, and the first emotion to hit him was confusion. It took his brain a few moments to process the real impact of her words. Then, a hurricane of feelings rushed through his mind, bliding his senses and making a big mess out of his already confused heart. He felt anger, and grief, and revolt.
Anger because of how fucking unfair that world was, for someone so unbearably kind like her to have to give up on her dreams so early. Grief, because no matter how much he denied it, that girl has done a great job at marking her name in his mind, and watch her go away would be much more difficult than he would like to admit.
Revolt, because that was Uraraka Ochako, that stubborn, impulsive, courageous mess of a girl he had learned to respect. An adorable looking girl who could lift up buildings and create meteors and never, ever accepted defeat, even after his most powerful blows. She would still refuse to give up.
Right now, he couldn’t find that girl. Looking deep into those frightened eyes, at her trembling hands, at her heaving chest, he just couldn’t find her. He only ever knew two sides of Uraraka: the cheery, innocent girl who he fought to ignore in class and the powerful, determinated woman he yearned to face up on the battlefield. But this was a new side of hers, the broken one, barely able to hold back her sobs, who hid herself from the world to fall apart alone and scared. Bakugou felt like his lungs were shrinking, making it impossible to breathe.
She still held his gaze, her big brown eyes full of sorrow, and tenderness, and so many other emotions he couldn’t describe. Her eyes could easily put the sky above them to shame. He couldn’t understand why someone like him could suddenly notice these things. Like the little beauty marks and small scars that adorned her face and neck. The pink flush of her cheeks that has spread to her nose and ears. The teeth marks on her slightly parted lips, from biting at them nervously. So many details abour her came at him at once, as if he had been pinpointing them since the day they’ve first met. Maybe he did. At this point, his confusion was too much to handle.
Bakugou came out of his stupor when he saw her mouth curl up in a sad smile. Then, a short giggle scaped her.
“What’s so funny?”, his voice was raspy and low, way too low for his standards. He suddenly realized of how close they really were, their shoulders almost touching.
“Oh, it’s nothing, I just…”, she giggled again, shaking her head. Looking back at him, there was something else in her eyes he couldn’t exactly name. It made his hands tremble a bit. “You’re the first one to know. And I kinda like it that way.”
His gaze shifted to her eyes, then to her lips, and back to her eyes. What was that supposed to mean? They weren’t friends. That was probably the most intimate conversation they ever had. Uraraka closed her eyes again, taking a deep breath and runing her hand through the water.
“I’m not worried ‘bout you.”, he said, staring at the lake.
She opened her eyes once again, an eyebrow quirking up in confusion.
Bakugou grabbed a branch at his side and started fiddling with the water, distorting his reflection. “You’ll find a way.”
The girl smiled sadly, watching the small waves on the lake. “I’m afraid it’ll be a little trickier this time.”
He let go of the branch, scowling at her. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Huh?!”, she squealed, surprised by his sudden change of tone. His crimson eyes stared deep into her brown ones, eyebrows knit together, in that always grumpy expression that inspired authority.
“Answer me! Who the fuck are you?!”
She cleared her throat, unsure of how to respond. “U-Uraraka Ochako.”
Bakugou scoffed, not averting his gaze from her. “Are you fucking sure? Doesn’t seem like it.”
Her confused expression didn’t budge, annoying him to bits. “I… I-I don’t understan–”
“I know a girl named Uraraka. Annoying little bitch. She’s always wearing these stupid smiles every time I see her.”, he grumbled, making the girl next to him puff her cheeks in annoyance.
“Oh yeah? If you hate this girl so much why don’t you–”
“I’ve seen her done so much stupid shit, that sometimes I wonder how the fuck did this girl ended up in third place on the entrance exam. That had to be a mistake.”
She looked down at her hands, her bottom lip starting to quiver again. “I get it. You don’t have to be so mean.”
“She’s always letting her damn feelings get in her way, like some little kid. Never thinking before acting, like a fucking amateur.”, Bakugou’s voice was as harsh as his words.
“You can stop now, please. I don’t want to hear how stupid you think I am.”, she hugged herself again, gaze lost in her reflection on the lake.
But he wasn’t done. “I’ve seen her trip over her own feet more times than I’ve seen the sun rise.”
Uraraka got up from the grass, legs quivering a bit. “Okay, stop it! I get it! I’m useless and stupid and–”
“I’ve seen her get herself in danger over the dumbest things!”, he got up too, not letting her run away. They were only inches apart, her back facing the lake. “She tried to throw three tons of concrete at my head once! Who the fuck does that?!”
Her gaze was fixed on her feet, hands curled up in trembling fists at her sides.
Bakugou scowled, getting even closer to her. “This one time, she lifted a whole truck to find some little brat’s doll! How stupid is that?!”
She tried to push him out of the way, a few stray tears already running down her face. “Let me go! Stop it, Bakugou!”
He felt his chest tightening again, but didn’t stop.
“She even jumped off a building once to save a fucking villain, even though her weight limit was almost running out! Isn’t that fucking crazy?!”
He had to hold her wrists now, to stop her from sending him floating out of her way. She struggled in his hold, punching and kicking what she could see, but it was no use.
“Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it!”
Biting his bottom lip, he locked her wrists with one hand, while forcing her to look at him with the other.
“And you know what the worst part is?!”, Bakugou’s voice resounded over her protests, her fighting slowing down for a moment.
His expression looked almost painful, eyebrows knitted and face heating up at the proximity of their bodies. But his eyes told another story. There was a whole storm of sentiment he kept inside, waiting for a moment to be let out. All the anger and frustration he had hidden deep within his soul, all the nights he had spent wondering what was missing. What kept him up at night?
“The worst part, is that I can’t get her out of my fucking my mind!”
Her eyes widened, breath stuck in her throat. They were so close their noses could almost touch. He stared at her eyes, hoping she could understand everything he meant by just that stare. By the way she stopped struggling, he thought she did.
“At first, I thought I just wanted to fight her, but I was wrong! I was so fucking wrong!”, Bakugou’s face was incredibly red, and by the tone of his voice, it wouldn’t be a surprise if everyone on the fucking camp had heard them by now. He couldn’t care less. “ I don’t want to see just a part of her, I want the whole package! The annoying one, the strong one, the broken one, I want all of them!”
Uraraka just stared at him in awe, face wet with tears, blushing twice as much as him. Her mouth opened a few times, but nothing came out.
He let go of her wrists, taking a few steps back and breathing heavily. It had been a long time since he had screamed like that.
“That girl may be annoying, and naive, and she might irritate the fuck out of me…”, he muttered, his eyes never leaving hers. “But i’m fucking crazy about her. She’s the bravest fucking girl I’ve ever met, and hell would freeze before she gave up on her dreams after the first obstacle.”
The girl blinked, running a shaky hand over her hair, trying to digest all of what she just heard. Her mouth was completely shut, not even trying to formulate an answer anymore.
Bakugou turned around, ready to leave her with her thoughts. He had no idea why the fuck he decided to confess all those things after barely acknowledging them himself, but what is gone, is gone. He felt mortified, furious at himself for spilling all his own issues over her when she needed help dealing with her own. All he could do now was to go on his way and let her think.
“Trust me in this, round-face. If you really are this girl…”, he looked over his shoulder, seeing her confused eyes and quivering legs. “… you will find a way.”
At this, he walked into the woods again, disappearing from her sight, leaving an even bigger mess in her heart than when he found her.
So, yanno the Wheeler siblings? You know how Shizuka sends Jounouchi that videotape right before Duellist Kingdom about how she wants to reach out to him and see him one last time before she loses her sight? You know what I love about that? They’re not close. It’s been ‘so long’ since they’ve seen each other,
kind of implied they haven’t seen each other more than in passing, if at all, in the six years since their parents split up. Honda doesn’t even know about her. It’s just- such a shot in the dark.
I realise this is pretty much pure, unfiltered headcanon - but it’s also maybe not a hard headcanon to get to. Jou & Shizuka’s mom might not really be the sweetest, having left Jounouchi to fend for himself with her ex. I know I’m not the only one that thinks part of the reason Shizuka can be so soft-spoken is because she isn’t really heard at home. (Well, Shizuka’s characterisation for me is one that oscillates between being really stubborn and impulsive and passionate, and hedging trying to please others and not to cause waves.) Anyhow, we know how Jounouchi received her videotape, but I think about the context in which she might have sent it. I just imagine her being in this household with her mother and grandparents, and everybody’s really concerned about how Shizuka’s impending blindness is going to affect them, and not really paying attention to her and how she feels. And Shizuka’s trying to be quiet and keep it together but- it’s scary. It’s life altering and scary and lonely. And I just imagine her one day going- Fuck It - she needs to say it. It doesn’t matter who hears it, she just needs to tell someone, ‘hey, this is what’s going on with me. this is my experience. and i wish things had gone differently.’ And so she pulls out this tape and records it and sends it to her estranged brother - not asking him for help, just- ‘i wanted you to see me. i wanted someone to know’.
And, dude, she had no way of knowing it would lead anywhere. No way of having any idea who her brother had grown up into in the last six years. But Jounouchi receives that tape and it tells him exactly what he needs to hear. There’s something out there to care about and to fight for and to be better for. There’s something he can do to prove his worth and hone his abilities and foster something positive for himself and others. And, goddamit, he pulls himself together and fights to get the money for her surgery. And somehow that really brave moment when Shizuka sent out a video record of her vulnerability into the wild unknown managed to bear fruit and be something so positive that saved both of them in the end. And it’s just so precious. I love the Wheeler siblings.
Professor Longbottom is the head of Gryffindor house and the Ravenclaws don’t understand why, because if Professor Potter killed Voldemort, shouldn’t he be head of house? So as Ravenclaws do, they pushed the subject even though it wasn’t their business (mostly because Gryffindors just shrug it off and move on). Ravenclaws asked headmistress McGonagall why, and she just responds with “Because Professor Longbottom is a more exemplary Gryffindor.” And the Ravenclaws are like “what? No?” So they take the matter to Professor Potter and ask him. He just laughs and says, “I fought because I had to, because I was chosen by Voldemort, and was magically linked to him, I had no way out. And Neville was chosen by the death eaters. He faced more enemies personally, and he could’ve ran and hid, but he was the face of the revolution here. Neville stood his ground while I was in hiding.”
And all the Ravenclaws become awestruck and ask for more information, and both professors just brush off the subject. And because the Ravenclaws are who they are, when history of magic has it’s lesson on the war at hogwarts, they pay more attention than anyone and soon have a deeper understanding and respect for Professor Longbottom.