Daisy, Masterlist

daisy, masterlist

Summary: after getting accepted into a prestigious private school, Steve finally decides to tell his best friend how he feels.

Warnings: Steve Harrington x reader, private school!reader, perv!Steve, friends to lovers, all characters are over 18, innocent!reader, explicit sexual content, truly just a lot of porn, total word count is 23,5k

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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

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steve + ace + eddie thought

halloween with ace and steve

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Alright… pinned post. My bkdk 🔁 dkbk fics/threads

Ongoing Long Fics

Rhapsody (rating M for now): Band AU, angst, Izuku and Katsuki are in a band together, they have a very on-again, off-again relationship. Then Rody shows up in Izuku’s life, will Katsuki realize his mistakes in time? AO3 link (it’s also on twitter).

I’m not boring!! (rated a hard E): College AU, professor Midoriya, baseball coach Bakugou, bkdk dynamic, this one is pure smut that is slowly developing a plot. Sex comedy. Tissue-use is not because anyone is crying. Two idiots banging their way into a relationship. AO3 link

Six months to make you love me (rated M): time travel quirk accident sends Katsuki into the future where he sees he’s in a relationship with Izuku and then back to the past. He’s forced to recreate future events and falls for Izuku along the way. Comedy. Fair warning, temporary hiatus until I finish Rhapsody & Precision. AO3 link

Precision (rated T for now): Izuku and Katsuki are rival volleyball players, forced to play on the same team. This story jumps between past and present, diving into their complicated history. Angst, enemies to friends to lovers, sports AU, bullying AO3 link

Complete Long Fics

The Servant (rated E): Fantasy AU, historical, Izuku is the personal attendant to the Crown Prince sent on a mission to the northern kingdom on what appears to be a suicide mission. This one is full of action, adventure, gods, smidge of romance, enemies to lovers. The southern empire is loosely based on ancient china and the northern kingdom is loosely based on vikings (so you get your barbarian Bakugou). ~172k words. AO3 link

Undercover (rated E): canon-verse, Izuku takes on an undercover assignment right after graduation that’s supposed to only last three months. He’s gone for a year. When he returns, he’s not the same and it’s up to Katsuki to get to the bottom of things. Angst, hurt/comfort. I really poured my heart into this one. (They are only apart for a few chapters, I’ve had some people tell me that’s why they won’t read it). ~260k AO3 link

Complete One Shots/Threads

Under the bright lights (rated T): actor AU, omegaverse, Alpha Katsuki, Omega Izuku; an exchange fic, Izuku is a C-list actor on his first major film set. He runs into an old rival who triggers some old memories among other things. AO3 link

Takeover (rated T): mafia AU, they’re rival gang leaders and one of them decides it’s time to take the other one out. AO3 link

Of all the bars in all the world (rated M): sex worker AU, angst, Izuku is a sex worker who tries to make a pass at pro hero Katsuki. It does not go well. AO3 link

Don’t piss off the yakuza (rated E): Pro-hero Katsuki has a run-in with his dangerous yakuza boyfriend (Izuku) at work. A smutty dkbk exchange gift for BakuDeku Secret Santa 2022! AO3 link

Winter AU collection (rated T): various winter AU threads (bkdkbk) that I wrote for an event week on twitter. AO3 link

Deep Space Mine (rated T): Toga Himiko x Uraraka Ochako. Ochako is a starfleet officer and pilot of the starship Yuei. Toga is Q (for those not familiar with Star Trek— basically an unpredictable, all powerful being). Toga harasses Ochako, who’s just trying to do her job. One shot. AO3 link

Threads (all G or T): I’ll link them here as I repost them on tumblr.

i’m such a needy little bitch. the hole between my legs is so wet and drippy and drooly. slicks running down my thighs. i’m so so desperate for cock in any of my three holes

forever may you stay.

premise: you and lyney are friends. just friends? maybe. definitely. after all, if not friends, what are you?

notes: gn!reader. canon compliant kinda, childhood friend trope, mutual pining. small tw of blood since you get injured. is this ooc? idk tbh it's lyney and i ran with it. thank you for almost 200 followers! reblogs are appreciated.

wc: 7.4k (dear god)

"...This way, I'm sure they slipped away here…"

"...Assessing potential places of interest. Please wait for confirmation of order…"

The two voices from just a few metres away from you speak in fragments, one faintly mechanical and one frantic and you can only hide from their purview. You had just finished the easy work, infiltrating and getting the needed information. Now, the hard part was escaping. Ever since the incident with the Primordial Seawater and for Lyney and Lynette to blow their cover and be publicly revealed as Fatui — the missions entrusted to you have been harder to fulfill as of late, as the Gardes had increased their surveillance. Can't have Fatui lurking around after all… but you still had to fulfill the task sent over to you. However, you had been too careless, and one of the surveillance Meks caught sight of you, leading to a breach of alarms.

In the midst of the search for you, you find your thoughts wandering to Lyney. You wonder how they're holding up now. Him and Lynette had been scarce after the trial at the opera house, preparing for the arrival of Father due to Lord Harbinger Childe's strange case of arrest. The entirety of the House of the Hearth was. Hence why you were slinking around here to gather information in the first place.

A slight twinge of displeasure courses through you as the voices of the Gardes and automated Mekas veer just a bit closer to you and you shift silently. Focus, focus. You don't listen to yourself though, so your thoughts get back to where you started.

To you, Lyney has always been the one person that has been part of your world; part of the little comfy space you open up a slot for to so very few.

Lynette, Freminet, all the children in the House of the Hearth — Father, as well. But Lyney… Lyney was ambition and enthusiasm; solemnity and silence. Caring, steady yet cautious, so close yet so far. You had been among the many orphans of the House of the Hearth gifted a new life by the grace of Father and you met him that way. Lyney, Lyney. Him and Lynette were the first to welcome you there due to your similar origins of narrowly escaping a noble's filthy desire of wanting you due to your quick wit and innate ability of stealth and illusions.You had both developed a particular closeness to each other from said similarities. To you, they were family, close friends the next, people you could be with to endure the work of the Hearth. But in a(n) (un)surprisingly twist of fate, that closeness had only branched out to a deeper level with Lyney. To the point of something even almost akin to deep care for him.

(Deep care was putting it lightly, if you would ever admit it. You knew by that point that the care you felt for him extended past the boundaries of friendship for a long time now.)

After all these years of knowing him, the feelings that well up inside you are pushed deep, deep down your heart lest it shatters the careful and delicate foundation of trust you and him have built together not unlike a beautiful pyramid of cards.

(Its in the way you want him to sweep you up in his tirades of warm smiles and facades of multiples as you are shown the side of him others do not get to see. In a way, it is your little secret, proof of your trust and desire.)

Lyney is the embodiment of magic, you think. His work and profession needs the tone of illusions, the charming of the masses and to put up a front for the audience to be satisfied. Skillfully balancing the lines of truth and lies, weaving them into a tapestry of vivid colors you can't help but be awed of. Sometimes, you can't help but want. To wish. Wishing to pass through the barriers he sets up on his heart, that distances him from the world he so tirelessly deigns to please. To see him underneath all else, not as the Great Magician, not as Father's trusted, not as anything else. For you to be shown that side without any reservations. To you, Lyney being just Lyney was everything.

The moments you shared with him as you both grew into the people you knew today — the days you cherish greatly. Would it be so difficult for him to show you that part of himself you know that he's never wanted to show to anyone? The times he shows the barest amount of his true self are the ones you desperately cling to; and the peculiar nature of your relationship is put to the test whenever such a thing happens.You snap yourself away from your thoughts, as you hear the mechanical clink of automaton limbs and the cock of a gun and your pursuers get closer once more. You get to work, on alert, reaching for your weapon. You were no vision wielder like him nor Lynette, but for the goals of the House, you had to level the playing field. It was time to stop thinking about foolish things.

To you, Lyney is so close, yet so unreachable.

── ➶-͙˚ ༘✶ ──

"What are you reading?" A girl asks you when you're curled up in the makeshift nook you made for yourself in the lounge room. It has been approximately 45 hours since you've been put in this unfamiliar place, packed to the brim with children you don't know. This is the first of them that don't look at you with distrust or hatred.

"The Complete History of Fontainian Civilizations," You reply, as you don't look at the two children staring at you in your little corner. You didn't want to deal with people's eyes anyway, so you were reading to pass the time. "If you want to spend time with someone, don't come to me."

"Still, it's not good to be lonely." The boy beside the girl with feline ears says to you a bit too loudly, leading you to turn your head to meet their curious stares. There is a slight frown on your face as you pause at his words. They have really pretty eyes, you think. In your line of sight, you look quite captivated by the sight of the girl with cat-like ears and then look back at the boy with light purple eyes. At your inquisitive stare and tilt of the head, you miss how a flush creeps up the boy's cheeks.

"I'm perfectly fine," you stubbornly say to them as you turn back to your book. "I'm not lonely." You thought they would leave you alone after your words, but from the corner of your eye, the boy stiffens when the girl (his sister, you assume. they looked almost identical.) nudges his elbow and whispers in his ear and you hear the faint sputter in his voice as he replies back to her.

"...at, no!"

"You were the one who wanted to get their name…."

"But…."

"...on't tell me you're scared to ask it. What happened to earlier when you said…"

You felt irritated now as it felt like they were talking about you, and due to your apprehension in this unfamiliar environment you've just been placed in, you were more than on edge at their secrecy. You put down the book and cross your arms at them, defensive.

"If you wanted my name, just ask." you say to the boy, as he flushes crimson even more. The girl looks at him, as she puts a hand on the boy's shoulder. His eyes dart back to her and you, before he clears his throat. "I'm Lyney. This is my sister, Lynette. And I'm sorry if we disturbed you," he says, before his sister corrects him by saying 'not we, but you did' to him, which makes him shush her, embarrassed. This makes your lips quirk up a little, as you raise your brows and the boy turns back to you, a little sheepish. "But um, I just thought it would be nice to talk a little."

Cute, you think. But then you widen your eyes a fraction at your own thoughts. Why would you think that? You drive your thoughts away at the boy, no, Lyney, and you narrow your eyes a little before you speak.

"[Name]." you say, as Lyney's eyes sparkle when you respond to his inquiry. "And there's no need to apologize. I'm still new here, so it's a little difficult to talk." you finally let your guard down just a little bit, speaking just a tad softer. Lyney and Lynette look at each other and Lyney's the one to speak up first, and you pick up the enthusiasm in his voice before he schools his expression.

"It's no problem at all! We understand that feeling too… If you want, I can– I mean, we can show you around!" Lyney says to you, and you don't miss how he seems eager for your answer. Lynette seems to say something under her breath that only he can hear, and he flushes again at what she said, tearing his gaze off of you as they talk to each other in hushed tones.

This place was different from what you're used to, but perhaps a little socializing would be okay? The two siblings who approached you seemed like decent company…. you think to yourself as you watch them. They seem to know that you were observing them, and Lyney immediately stops whatever mini discussion him and his sister were doing earlier as he looks at you hopefully.

"Um… about my, I mean, about the offer? You don't have to if you don't want to, of course!" he immediately says as he looks away from you until he hears a little chuckle escape your mouth and he widens his eyes again. Yes, maybe these twins wouldn't be the worst company. You nod at them both, as you speak.

"Sure then. You can show me around," you say, and you give them a small smile. Lynette's ears twitch at your words, as you begin to put your book away and face away from them for a while, hiding your smile. You try not to laugh again when you hear Lyney's exclamation of a 'yes!' — when you turn back to them, he tries to act nonchalant as you face them. Quite endearing. You look at the both of them, before your eyes settle on Lyney.

"I'll be in your care then." Lyney nods without hesitation at your words, as you begin to walk with them. Unbeknownst to you his cheeks don't lose their rosy tint, and Lynette's tail swishes as you three conversed, a sign of interest at her brother's behavior right now.

You brushed off the slightly different beat of your heart as Lyney tours you around with Lynette. You thought of it as nothing.

Little did you know, it was going to be something.

── ➶-͙˚ ༘✶ ──

Lyney almost always forgets to breathe whenever he gets close to you. He rushed here as soon as he heard from Freminet about your task going almost haywire. He doesn't care that you fulfilled the task; not when it came at the cost of you getting in harm's way. His thoughts flash to a time he doesn't want to remember, as he opens the door to your room at Hotel Debourd and he spots you near the vanity next to your closet.

You jump a bit, but you give him a weary gaze of playful irritation. He doesn't pay any mind to it, rushing straight to you.

He hears the hitch in your breathing when he brushes the tips of his fingertips onto your forearm; his gloved hands which then touch the wound on your shoulder. He doesn't miss the way your face twists in pain from the faint prodding. Lyney has always been so good at cleaning up the things people wouldn't want to see on themselves — to cover up the bruises to wounds one wouldn't want to show. His softly colored lilac eyes trail over the injury. The mirror behind you glints, as the silence between you two feels almost alive; its breath held in deep anticipation.

You're seated on the countertop, as Lyney trails his gaze to your body, to the injuries littered on your person. Shamelessly, he tries to fight the urge to stare at you (like always). His eyes felt like a force pinning you down in place, getting closer to you as you gave him the cotton and cloth you got so he could patch you up. The barest movement of your fingers making contact makes chills run down his spine as his eyes flit back and forth to your face your lips and to your arm.

His eyes never lied when it came to you. To Lyney, you were something he wanted to reach for, but couldn't. Shouldn't, he thinks to himself. But his worry seeps through anyway as he patches you up. You had gotten into a scuffle in the mission; an aftermath of contending with the Gardes pursuing you, according to Freminet. This was quite the high-risk task assigned, so the fact that you came out relatively unscathed save for the deep wound on your shoulder and some minor injuries relieves him. The thought of you getting more than that makes his throat dry and the words that usually effortlessly spill from his mouth cease. Try as he might to stamp the thought, he knows the worry he feels for you is different from the rest.

(He knew it back then, and even now. He knew it since the day he approached you, since the day he saw you reading that book with a title too long for him to remember.)

"You were careless this time, [Name]." he tuts, his hands gingerly dabbing at the sound, a blossom of blood erupting from your wound, wincing a little at it. He was then cleaning up the small scratches, his breath not faltering. His eyes didn't look up at your face, but you felt his gaze all the same. The silence in the room envelopes you two, as you take time to rest from your mission. It has always been a habit that Lyney tended to your wounds. Whether in training, missions, or wounds from playing in the courtyard. He did this back when you were children, along with Lynette; and it continued even now.

(He always hopes you don't hear his rapid heartbeat when he tends to you.)

Instead of acting like a tongue-tied fool, you scoff at his words. The proximity between you two can drive you (and him) mad. If the eyes were the window to the soul, you knew damn well that yours was a window so open that even he could see through you (can he?). Yet you catch yourself, not daring to slip up. Lyney feels the heat creep up to his neck as you look at him, contemplative. The curve of your jaw and the slight tremble of your lips makes him feel overwhelmed; the air thick with unspoken words and brushes of your arm and his hands that friends certainly wouldn't be sharing, as the lines tiptoe between the shores of affection. Has it always been this warm in the room?

Well, the both of you never really cared for defining what it was you both had, so that was besides the point.

"You're always so lenient with Lynette when she's injured. Why not me?" you say to him, smiling weakly.

He hums, his voice a sound that makes your bones quake with yearning as he gestures for you to turn around so he could inspect if there were further damages to your body. "Lynette is a vision-wielder. It's not that I don't trust your skills, but…" he immediately corrects himself when he says the last part. And maybe you were deluding yourself, but for a second you could see his normally confident expression falter, a little flustered. A little glimpse of the Lyney of before, from before he's put up a wall around others, even to his most trusted. "I can't be calmed if my dearest friend would be harmed, no? Also," he continues, winking a little at you as his gloved hands gently patching you up. You don't notice how he looks away from you, a flash of pink coloring his face.

"You tend to be reckless. It… it worries me." Hearing him admit it outright makes warmth bloom in your chest. That's true. Lyney knows you had always been quite headstrong in your endeavors in the House's duties. He can only sigh, and your brows furrow even more at his continued silence as you finally tear your gaze away from his face, as you look to your injury. Whether you felt the way he lingered on your wound as he touches your arm more than he should, you don't point it out.

(He's glad you didn't, honestly. He's never been able to find a way to truly hide his emotions from you. Lynette deemed him as mysterious as Charlotte asking for an interview with them whenever it came to matters of you, after all. It's always been like this though.)

You lock eyes with him again, and you hesitantly brush your free hand to his. Lyney tries not to let the feeling of your touch consume him, as your eyelashes flutter he tries not to let himself imagine running his hand over your face — your mouth pursing he can't help but swallow when he gazes at your lips as Lyney can only follow your touch with his eyes when you remove his gloves. You've never really liked the feeling of his covered hands, anyway. Neither did he. It was as if the tables turned, and it was him that needed fixing. Perhaps fixing his heart, maybe. A brief pause in your motions, before you intertwine your hands together. His breath seems to stop at that, as your thumb makes little circles in his palm.

"You know I'll be fine." you say, as you squeeze his hand. "You've always been quite the worrywart after all." A slight laugh. The intimate gesture is different from before. Why you were bold enough to act something you normally never would, you don't know. But you needed to or else the way he just looked at you would make you break apart.

Silence ensues once more, but this time, its not as unbearable as before. The way your hands make no motion to get out of his grip makes him lose his composure slightly. Though they were just innocent touches of comfort (were they truly?) he can't help but wish it was more (it was).

He finishes patching you up, and he mourns the loss of your hands on his own, your touch leaving like a light feather in the wind, as you move your shoulder a little to see if you would be fine.

"Thank you." You tell him, sincerely smiling this time. He coughs, as he looks away from you when you remove yourself off the countertop. He looks back at you, his eyes searing with the weight of his own emotions. If only you knew how much he wishes for you.

"Anytime." He says back, and you hesitate. You bring his hand to yours again, an action he widens his eyes at, and in a moment the comfortable tension peaks and all he remembers is Father's words of how emotion was being weak and foolish and how the way he felt consumed him and terrified him to the core and before he knows it, he moves his hand away from you with a jolt. He shouldn't, he shouldn't, he… It pains him to see your expression crumble, as you look at him once more.

Your eyes reach his own, but he turns away. Lyney can only see the faint bite of your lip, the squaring of your jaw when he pulls away from you. In the corner of his eye, he sees the rise and fall of your chest. Waiting. He brings his eyes down on the floor. A moment passes before you leave. When he looks back, the door is left ajar.

To Lyney, you were the one thing he wishes for; the one thing he's too scared to reach.

── ➶-͙˚ ༘✶ ──

You were both stubborn all right. It's been a week, and truthfully? Lyney doesn't know how much longer he can take with your radio silence. You were avoiding him and he hates it even though he knows he deserves it. Why did he have to do that to you? He's wallowing in his own self-hatred — Why did he turn away? Did you want to hint at something? He knew that maybe there was a chance you felt something more… that maybe his shameful attraction to you, one of his oldest friends (just friends?) could at least be reciprocated. He knew there's been something there for a long time now.

He grimaces at the way he acted when he patched you up. Was that a glimpse of what could be between you two? The domesticity of it makes him feel light-headed, the possibility of sharing even more moments like that if he hadn't stopped you from holding his hand drives him to a spiral.

If he stepped and tore down the already blurred lines of your bond… was that how it would be? The thought terrifies him and also makes a fire light up in his heart. His mind is a jumble of thoughts right now, drowning in the little signals you might be giving him, and the little signs he's been giving you.

"Lyney."

Lynette gets his attention, as said magician can only return back to reality when she snaps her fingers. His brows quirk upwards as he tries to cover up his thoughts of the moment you both shared from a week ago. "What is it?" he replies, not all there yet.

"..." Lynette stares at him. "You're unfocused. What happened?" She was still his twin after all, nothing escaped her eye. Especially when it came to Lyney. "And don't try to make excuses. I know [Name]'s been avoiding you."

The mention of your name makes him shy away from his sister's gaze. Perhaps she already had an inkling of what transpired between you two. Lyney can only look away from her a little shamefully, his top hat being pulled down just a bit. That's enough confirmation for her. At her brother's self-inflicted pity party, she can only sigh. And then, she flicks his forehead hard. That's enough for him to look at her with disbelief in his face.

"What was that for?!"

"Sorry, but for someone who frets at every possible problem, you can be so narrow-minded sometimes." she says, drinking from her teacup. "This will-they won't-they thing you have going on with [Name] won't last forever, you know."

He knows that, he knew that very well, but he can't just bring himself to acknowledge it. He wants to tell you, to tell Lynette about his thoughts, his feelings, but it's hard. So, so very difficult. He's always been the performer, the actor. He's used to illusions and burying his true feelings and now he can't forget the way you touched his hand and the mere action of it made him want it, crave it. It made him want more than he deserves. Nevertheless, he looks at Lynette to hear her out. She sighs once more, as she sets the teacup down and puts her hands on the table, waiting for him to talk.

"I know that." he admits, a little embarrassed. Lynette has always known about his little crush turnt whatever-he-feels-for-you-right-now since the beginning. Truthfully, if he knew his sister, he was sure she was getting a little tired of how he internally battles with his mind when it came to matters of you. He's prepared for her banter, and he's prepared for his vehement denial of his feelings. Not this time though.

"What are you so afraid of, Lyney? Why do you not want to act on your feelings?"

"...You know better than anyone the reasons why."

"Dumb reasons, really."

"Lynette!" he exclaims at her bold remark, and he feels like a cat brought to a corner at his own sister's words. She only shrugs. "It's true. They clearly feel the same. What's stopping you? You two should just get a room already." his face burns at that. Was he really that obvious? He looks away from her again. This time, her eyes soften. "[Name]'s been with us and sees us. Even the parts we try to hide. They've been there for everything. You know that. If you're hesitant right now, you'll only regret it in the end." Ouch. Lynette's still as bitingly blunt as ever. His sister definitely has a point. "Still…" Lyney mutters.

"Lyney. Look at me." Lynette tells him, and he does. She's always had a good poker face, but this time there's a bit of exasperation on it. "If [Name] were to be swept away by some other person enamored by them, what would you do?"

The thought makes him unapologetically glare at her teacup, envisioning whatever hypothetical person his sister is talking about. How hypocritical of him, he thinks. He wants you, but at the same time he's too afraid to take that step. For all his playful banter and teasing between you two, it is him that cannot accept it; should you be in another's arms. Again, he feels his stomach drop and feels the guilt and self loathing swallow him up. Lynette only tilts her head, raising her eyebrow in a knowing look.

"See? This is the problem. You're already giving up before trying to look past the surface. If you don't try, how do you know it'll end wrong?" She tells him. "Sometimes, it's good to be a little selfish. It's good to want for the heart, not always adhering to your mind."

It's good to be a little selfish, huh…

Lyney has always been so very guarded. Even with his sister, there are things he wishes to keep away from her knowledge, for her sake and his as well. If he takes that step, if he breaks past his difficulty in showing you all his problems and just reach, will you grab him? Will you still think of him the same way? You both have been raised under Father's tutelage, taught to protect all those dear to you. Will you hold him when he thinks what he's doing is too much? Will you tell him to rest whenever he feels the weight of his lies overtake him? Will you kiss his thoughts away and comfort him like he desperately wishes you to?

When he looks at Lynette, she just stares back. "Done with the overthinking now?" Lyney can't help but release a dry scoff at that, as he pulls his tophat down again, not letting her see his flushed cheeks. He had never been good at leaving his feelings open to his sister. Maybe she already knows the conclusion he's reached.

To Lyney, you were something he wishes for, but couldn't reach. Shouldn't reach for. He wants to fall so deep in your arms, lose to the temptation of you.

His only wish?

That you would catch him in the fall.

── ➶-͙˚ ༘✶ ──

One week and two days. A whole week without his playfulness, his flirtations that make your cheeks color scarlet. You were avoiding him, and was doing a good job at it until now. Right now, you're trapped. The reason? None other than Lyney, of course.

Why now? Why did he have to show up now? You were just patching yourself up in the same place he tended to you, sitting on the countertop — from the mirror, you see a figure and that's all it takes for you to whirl yourself to a combative position until you relax when you see that it's Lyney putting his arms in surrender. He laughs, amused. That only makes you more irritated. A week of avoidance and this is how he appears to you? With a slight pang of pain, you begin to plant the thought that maybe he thought that your touch on his hand from a week ago was nothing. That what you were trying to hint at was a mistake. That thought is only solidified when he puts a hand on his chin, eyes twinkling with mirth as if nothing ever happened.

(Unfortunately, you seem to miss how his eyes look longingly at you from earlier.)

"Relax, it's just me. Why, what were you going to do?" he says, grinning. You're not impressed though, and you look at him unamused. It's petty because you were the one that avoided him, but really, you were past caring. "I would think you're trying to murder me and I'd try to stab you with this," you say, voice flat as you hold the scissors you were going to use to cut your bandages. He only laughs further, the sound earning your annoyance. He knows it's an empty threat, for you'd never hurt him. Probably.

"Then I suppose it'd be an honor for me." he replies, and your brows furrow even more. What is he playing at?

"You'd want to die under my hand?"

"If I get to see you tackle me onto the ground, sure. As the books say, 'there is no greater honor than to die by the hand of the beautiful.' Well, romance books do."

"No book says that." you deadpan.

"But I do. Or maybe it's just because you read the wrong kind." The nerve….

"And here I thought you weren't one for fictional tales."

"Creating the impossible and swaying the hearts of my audience are my signature trademarks. Fiction and magic both make use of charming the audience with pretty words and theatrics. They're not that too far off." a shrug of the shoulders from him, tone light.

"Mm. Color me surprised. I should really take notes from you then, Great Magician. Still doesn't really answer my question though. You'd have to be messed up in the head at least to want me to stab you with scissors like this." sarcasm ebbs around your words, as you begin to feel a riled up at how he's dancing around the subject of your avoidance. Said magician has the nerve to look bashful, before muttering in words only you can hear.

"If it's you, I don't mind whatever you want to do to me."

"Lyney." a warning as you blush from his words, flabbergasted. You see his expression turn to a more sheepish one at your tone of voice and expression; and he clears his throat. The hand on his chin goes behind his head to rub at his nape. Was it you, or was he more shameless than usual? You were used to his smooth-talking and romanticism, and frankly? You couldn't deal with it right now. Not when the way he looked at you felt determined, and no, you didn't miss the way his eyes lingered on your lips when he said those words.

"Sorry, too much?"

"Why are you here? What are you…" you cut to the point, trailing off and you watch his gaze turn flustered at your query. For a moment, you can't help but notice the way his gloved hands stop. He doesn't answer, only taking the scissors in your hands before he cuts away at the bandages on your shoulder. You're still sitting on the countertop. It's like a repeat of what happened a week ago, and you can't help but feel the irony. His gaze trails over to you. "How's your shoulder doing?" Changing the subject as always, huh.

"Decently, as you can see," at least you don't make any movement to remove your shoulder, Lyney thinks. "It'll be fine in a few days." Two can play at that game. Fortunately, he doesn't speak again.

"You've been quite easy to miss lately." so he did notice your avoidance. It's you who hums this time, as you look at him renewing the bandages on your shoulder. "Why, don't tell me you missed me?" is your reply back. If he was going the long way, then you were too.

"...And if I did?" Huh? You feel your eyes snap back to his face, shocked. He doesn't seem to acknowledge how your stare is burning holes at his hat, when he's focusing on wrapping your wound securely. "What would you do then, [Name]?" he finally looks at you. The way his eyes soften drives you insane; just a bit more and you would top over the edge and do something so very stupid. Either Lyney was horrible, or he just wanted to mess with you. Again, he looks at your eyes, right first, then left, before dropping them to gaze to your mouth. Archons, did he even know what he was doing?

"Beats me." you say, voice cracking you think you couldn't be any more obvious and trying not to let your face betray your inner turmoil. He's done patching you up, but he doesn't let go of your shoulder. You look away, his gaze something you couldn't handle right now. A sense of dèja vu fills you, this situation playing out all too similarly once more. But this time, it feels more urgent, more serious. You have a feeling it won't end the way it did last time.

As if the way you'll respond to what he would say will determine his actions. Will answer that irritating question you and him have been trying to figure out for gods knows how long.

"Can't you tell me?" his words are a siren's song, so easily capturing you under his thumb. Gently, carefully, he takes your chin and gently turns you to face him. Your eyes lock, and the room seems to burn a thousand degrees hotter. You're lucky he has his gloves on. It's so unfair, how he could be so unpredictable that it throws you in for a loop. You've known him since forever, but it feels like now everything you've known about him falls short at how he's looking at you like you're the only thing he wants to see.

"Tell you what?" Your words are hollow, poking at whatever stupor he's under in. Lyney doesn't miss the way your lips tremble. Try as he might, he can't stop the nagging feeling of wanting to capture them in his own. Would they feel as soft as he'd imagined? Would you push him away like he did last time? He has to be careful about this. The fact that you asked about what he's doing means that you still aren't over how he pushed you away. Something he'll change in a bit. After all, a magician's greatest asset is the art of charm. He'll go through this step by step, in Lyney fashion. He just hopes that the outcome would be what he'd envision, though. He can't afford to slip, lest his grand finale wouldn't be up to par with his standards. He still has your chin in his hand. He waits for a pushback that would never come for you to react.

If you would tell him to stop right now, he would. He would recognize that this thing hovering between you two will never be anything more than longing glances and coy remarks that will never escape the threshold of unspoken affection. But you don't, so he takes that as a win.

"[Name]."

"Lyney." you breathe out, but you make no move to remove your chin, just looking away from him with pink coating your cheeks, your eyebrows scrunching as you look at him, the different feelings overwhelming your senses. "You can't just say that. Not after…" he sees your hands clench to fists, and guilt overtakes him for a moment, before he pushes himself. He can't back out now, not if he can help it.

"I know what I did. It was stupid. It was my biggest mistake, when you were already trying to get me to open up to you. What I wanted was right there, and all I had to do was just take that leap. [Name], please."

"What do you want? What do you want me to say, Lyney?"

"Tell me to stop."

"..."

"Tell me, [Name]. Tell me to stop myself. Tell me I'm wrong, so I won't have to resort to this. To continue feeling like this for you." this time, his free hand brushes against your lip with his thumb. He's sure that the flustered expression you wear right now is an exact mirror to his own face.

"Lyney." you tell him plainly.

"Push me away," you feel yourself being pushed to the wall of the countertop, as each boundary you both have long decided to ignore starts to truly feel gone. "Tell me we're just friends," he murmurs, his hand slipping to your clutch your waist this time — but his thumb lingers on your lips. Lyney looks at you, and then you see it. "Tell me that's all it'll ever be."

(That'll never be all it would be. Both him and you knew that. Friends have never looked at each other the way you two did, anyway.)

His eyes. It bleeds, it screams. It tells you the complete opposite of what he's saying right now. It's loud in all the ways it isn't. You see his longing, his desire, the words he wants to say; his eyes reflect the depths of his soul, reflecting your image. As if to him, you were the only thing that mattered right now. To you, Lyney was someone so close, yet so unreachable.

But now? When his eyes go half-lidded, drunk on the feeling of being so close to you? This distance that seemed insurmountable seemed bridgeable in an instant. Your hands grab at his sleeve.

"Lyney." your voice is so alluring. He stops, as he lays his head on your shoulder, breathing in deeply. His hands go through your waist, and before you knew it, he was embracing you. Your eyes widen. You notice that his hat slips off of his head, tumbling gracelessly to the floor.

"Lyney, your hat…" you say, voice devoid of any edge. You gently rub circles onto his back, something he greatly enjoys.

"Let it fall. I'll get it back up later. Right now, just– just let me do this." Silence for a few moments fills the room, before you speak.

"Why the change of heart?" Lyney tenses a little from his spot on your shoulder. "Last time, you were–"

"Like I said, I was foolish and stupid. I'm sorry, [Name]." he says to you, removing his head off of your shoulder. His weary gaze and earlier desperation numbs a bit, but it's still there. "I'm sorry if I wasn't clear about it earlier. I'm sorry it's difficult for me to want… to say that I want you."

"....Want me?"

Lyney nods, his hold on you loosening a little. "I think I've always known the feelings were mutual, but I was scared to act on it. I hope you can forgive me for that. I was constantly thinking about my actions, how if I would spout lies to you and ruin–" his voice lowers down a little, as you feel him tighten his embrace again. "I thought that if I would act on it, I would go past the point of return. If I reached for you, I know I would be a goner. I wouldn't know what to do with these feelings and thoughts of you and unintentionally harm you, So I just felt like Father's words of emotion being a sign of weakness were true and I just… pushed you away. I also didn't want to let go of our friendship, selfish as it could be." he muses, as he uses one of his hands to caress your cheek. When you look at his hand on your face, before leaning into it, it makes his heart soar and his cheeks burn even more.

Then, you remove his hand off of your face gently, and he can't help the drop in his stomach and the spiral into self-critique. He looks away, suddenly afraid of your judgment. Yeah, he was too forward, his apology too shallow, too–

A soft press of something on his lips. You. It's you. It's you and your lips pressing to his own. You're kissing him, and all Lyney can think about is how your mouth feels so right against his, his hands hesitantly wrapping around your waist firmly. Your eyes are closed, and from the corner of his eye he sees the reflection of you both on the mirror of the countertop table, but doesn't pay any mind to it. Just like that, the waves of thoughts that keep him up at night get silenced under the heavenly feel of your lips. His mouth slants against yours, and he's never felt such hunger for someone this badly until now. The kiss lasts for a few long moments, before you pull away (much to his chagrin) and flick his forehead.

"You're an idiot for thinking that way then." you say, but the bite in your voice is half-hearted. Lyney rubs his forehead, slightly disgruntled with furrowed brows. Was this something you and Lynette shared in common? Chiding him for his rightfully deserved, don't worry actions? Lyney tries to come up with a remark or even try to pout, but at the bashful smile on your face, he can't really say anything back.

Not when you look absolutely radiant, so breath-taking right now. The smile you gives him can't compare to anything else he's seen on you. It was magical. All he can do is look away from your allure, using his gloved hands to hide his blush.

"....I assume that's not all you have to say to me? Otherwise, you might break my heart if you'd continue barraging me with such harsh words." he laughs nervously, trying to compose himself, but you only smile knowingly, and just like that, Lyney falls.

"You definitely need it. Not when your reason for trying to do what you did a week ago isnt even a good reason at all." you laugh, and if Lyney could store its clear and lovely sound in his magic pockets and play it whenever he could, he would. "Hey now, you can't blame me for that!"

"It's still a stupid reason though," you say, as you put your arms around his neck. "So, tell me, Great Magician Lyney, how do you plan on compensating for that?" your voice drops, low and breathy as your lips ghost around his own. Lyney can only chuckle. You had a point. You did need compensation. Both of you did, really. For lost time and foolish misguided assumptions of the inevitable.

So Lyney does what he does best. He winks, and takes one of your hands to bring to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, before his eyes are filled with mirth. "Have patience, chérie. I'll definitely compensate. All you have to do is keep your eyes on me," he says, as he intertwines his hand with yours, before he captures your lips once more in a flash.

"I'm sure you know this already, but try not to blink–" he murmurs in between kisses, as you can smile in between them, "because if you do, you might miss it."

To Lyney, you were something he wished for, but couldn't, shouldn't reach. But now? He knows better. It's better to reach forward even if it'll be difficult, instead of ending up in regret.

── ➶-͙˚ ༘✶ ──

"Freminet, I think it's best we leave [Name] alone for today." Lynette tells the timid young man. At her words, he's puzzled. He knew you were avoiding Lyney, and the sweet young soul he was, he was hoping he could at least try to get you both to talk it out. But Lynette stopping him? That was very odd, really. He asks her why, and she just smirks. She just gestures for him to sit next to her as they sit down one of the tables near the hotel lobby.

"Those two can handle themselves. And, I think they wouldn't want any interruptions, really."

"Oh, you mean…"

"Yeah. By the way, our bet still stands. Tomorrow we'll have the results, you know that, right?" she just bites into the juicy fillet of fried fish, her tail swishing and ears twitch in satisfaction. Freminet knows what she's talking about, but he's still worried.

"Still, what if they don't?"

"Ah, then I'll just implement a few tricks up my own sleeve. But that won't be happening, so it's fine." Lynette says plainly.

Yeah, she's going to win quite a lot of money from this. You were both a long time coming, after all.

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DOES HE? - BAKUGOU X READER

DOES HE - BAKUGOU X READER

Again, you don't exactly know what I have in mind, but here's a half-idea giving preview-

Your life had always been downed in darkness and loneliness. You had never expected it to get any better but you didn't mind it anymore. Not until the only person you had left to love broke your heart. At first, it hurt but then you realized what all this had given you-friends, family, your dream of being a hero, you had got everything back because of him. You could give on him and focus on what you had, right? Because....Bakugou doesn't love you, does he?

Anyone who kins the Aizawa family? This is your gold.

INDEX -

Chapter 1 - AFTER SO LONG

Chapter 2 - From a Hero to a Hostage

Chapter 3 - Not what I wanted

Chapter 4 - Everything I Wanted

Chapter 5 - First day at U.A.

Chapter 6 - Messed Up Bad

Chapter 7 - Aftermath

Chapter 8 - Aftermath of an Aftermath

Chapter 9 - A Clear Out

Chapter 10 - Settled

Chapter 11 - The Weight

Chapter 12 - You

Chapter 13 - Eating the Frog