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english8muffin · 3 years

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Vogue morning routine

Y/N Y/N/L’s guide to effortless natural makeup

Summary: you are asked to do the Vogue Beauty Secrets video and your two boys decide to join the party

Word count: around 2000

Warning: none, just pure floof!

I apologize in advance if there are any spelling and/or grammar mistakes, English is not my first language (+ this is my very first fic)

HEADLINE Henry Cavill’s new girlfriend, designer Y/N Y/L/N reveals her everyday morning routine in recent Vogue video: Y/N Y/L/N shows off her secrets to the perfect fusion of European and Asian beauty.

You stood in the spacious bathroom of the hotel room, only wearing a big, fluffy, white robe, that was actually Henry’s. But since the man was in the gym, you took the opportunity to lend it and bathe yourself in his musky smell, that calmed your nerves. Last night you started panicking, thinking you would probably look stupid for the entire world to see, luckily Henry and Kal tried to calm you down with cuddles and kisses.

This was the first ‘interview’ you would do, being such a young, successful entrepreneur really caught the attention of the media. When you first started your small online shop, you never would have thought you would end up here. Five years later, with a steady income, the job you always wished for and the man you had a crush on since the first time you laid eyes on him. Being a creative, it really made your heart soar with happiness, seeing all your products, your babies, in new homes where they would make others happy.

You were really proud of yourself. Henry was as well, and he made sure you and everybody around you knew. You were apprehensive at first, being with such a well known actor, who was also much older than you, it made you nervous of what people would say, what the media would say. You didn’t want to tarnish Henry’s image. You knew there were people with a much bigger age gap, but still, people were ruthless. So you both decided to take it slow, being careful with going out in public and social media posts.

You stand in front of the large mirror, which had a camera attached to it and open up your makeup bag. Right before you went into the bathroom, you made yourself a nice cup of tea, trying to stay calm. “Hi! I’m Y/N and today I am going to show you my everyday makeup routine,” you say with a smile, “I am not a dermatologist so please don’t take what I say too seriously.”

You grab a small white washcloth and hold it up, so it was in the frame, “First, I am going to wash my face and put on a few drops of serum,” You dampen the cloth and wipe it over your face and neck. You put a few drops in the palm of your hand and pat them into your skin. “Now I going to use my jade roller to massage the serum into my skin. It’s quite funny seeing so many people use these nowadays. In ancient China they were mostly used by the elite to keep there skin ageless. They would call jade the Stone of Heaven. It’s really helpful for the people who wake up with a puffy face like me,” you chuckle.

Somethimes you’d wake up with puffy cheeks, which led to Henry calling you his chubby bunny in the morning.

“Just a quick tip, and this is for everybody, make sure you always use SPF. I personally use SPF 30 and this one is shine control, since I tend to get an oily skin, but you can also use a regular one or a foundation with SPF in it. Believe me when I say your skin will be thankful.”

You grab the small tube of sun cream and show the amount you’ll use. You even convinced Henry to wear SPF everyday. At first he said he didn’t think it would make such a big difference, but when he realised you were going to be the one to put it on him, he was convinced about its benefits and adamant to wear it everyday. After working the thick cream into your skin, you put on some lipbalm and rummage through the pouch in front of you. When you find the product you’re looking for, you hold it up. “Now, I am going to put on a bit of concealer, this one is from Maybelline. After this, I will use a lighter shade under my eyes and on my acne scars that I have here,” you point and circle around the small cluster of scars on the sides of your cheeks.

Before blending out the concealer, you smile at the lens and put in two bright yellow hairclips, to keep your dark locks from falling into your face. “I probably should have done this at the start,” you laugh. The nerves creeping up a little. It wasn’t that you where a shy person, but knowing thousands of people will watch this, did something to you. You were always a very easygoing person, who could talk with pretty much everybody. But knowing people were going to watch you do something so intimate in a way, and would probably comment on it, scared you a little. While you would be 100% yourself, doing something as mundane as getting ready. If they didn’t like you now, then they probably won’t like you later. And that was what made you so afraid.

The bathrobe falls a bit down your shoulder, but you ignore it, since your hair fell down your shoulders in big waves. “Okay, brows. I used to block them in really dark when I was younger, but now I try to keep a light hand. I’ll use this Got 2B Glued as a brow gel afterwards. The tails of my eyebrows tend to move if I don’t use a strong enough gel. If you’re Asian you will understand the struggle.”

You quickly finish your brows, put some bronzer on your face and eyelids and take out your liquid eyeliner. “Am I the only one that acts like I’m a beauty guru whenever I do my makeup? Like, I’m just acting as if I’m used to this, right now, but to be honest, I was really nervous to do this video for Vogue,” you admit, “they will probably regret asking me,” you chuckle. You finish your eyemakeup with curling your long lashes, thanks to your mother’s genes, and add a coat of mascara.

You take in a deep breath, excited to show everyone the product you had been waiting for. “The next thing I am really proud to show you guys, because I designed the packaging. This is the new limited edition blush and highlighter palette from Dior, which they created for Lunar New Year!” You beam with pride, holding up the elegant looking palette. It had a darker toned glossy finish and the borders were the traditional Chinese looking frames, which were 3D and were surrounded by a wild variety of peonies. In the middle of the lid was your Chinese calligraphy in big golden brush stokes that said ‘year of the Ox’, the clasp was designed so it resembled an antique Chinese coin and on the side hung a jade charm.

“You can pre-order this palette now, I think they will put a link-thingy in de description. I wish you all a happy and blessed Lunar New Year, 祝农历年新年快乐牛年大吉!”

Just as you’re about to add some blush to your cheeks, the bathroom door creaks open and a curly-headed, sweaty Henry pops his head in. Fresh from the gym, and were you thankful for his new intense workout, because he was truely a sight to behold. A cheeky smile graces his handsome face when he spots you in front of the mirror, only wearing his robe, which made his grin widen.

“what are you doing in here? Are you hiding from me? Playing hide and seek is it?” he teases and rakes his large hand through the tousled curls, but just as he’s done speaking, he sees the camera behind you, and blushes. “Oh, I didn’t know you were filming, I’m sorry darling,” he smiles and gives a small wave in the direction of the camera. You led out a giggle, cheeks turning red already, if he’d keep this up, you wouldn’t need to add blush. You couldn’t focus anymore, he looked so attractive, only wearing his black gym shorts and a tight dark blue tank top. Damn that camera, otherwise you would have jumped him. Henry, thought the exact same thing. Seeing you, only wearing his robe and your hair still a bit wild from this morning’s cardio, made him hold back a moan. Those two cute, yellow clips in your hair could have fooled him, because you were anything but innocent.

Before he’s about to close the door again, he blows you a kiss. But his actions are stopped when a big bear makes his appearance. Bolting past his dad’s legs, Kal comes into the bathroom. Henry tries to catch him but misses. The black and white akita excitedly sniffs his head around the sink, trying to see what you were up to with all the stuff lying on the marble counter.

“Kal!” Henry whisper-yelled, trying to stay hidden behind the door. But you could still see his massive body crouched down behind the wood. It was rather funny, seeing the large man so panicked about getting his dog to listen. It kind of reminded you of that one video from BBC were a professor was being interviewed and his baby and nanny showed up in the background. While Henry tried to get Kal’s attention, the dog just sat next to your legs, and smiled when you pet him behind his ear. He was your good boy.

You both knew there was no other option but to keep Kal here, once he saw you do your makeup, he wanted to watch and get his ‘makeup’ done as well.

Henry also saw the look in Kal’s eyes and let out a sigh. Might as well stay with his two loves. He stood up from his position and walked to you, wrapping his sweaty but oh so save body around your figure, and placed a prolonged kiss on the exposed skin just by your shoulder. So far for taking it slow… He pressed himself thighter against your back, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and intertwined your hands, slowly rocking you two back en forth. “You look beautiful, my love,” he whispered, so only you could hear it, at least you hoped the camera wouldn’t pick that up. You let out a little giggle, like the inner schoolgirl you were whenever he was around you.

“Kal loves when Y/N does his makeup as well, don’t you boy,” Henry explains with a smile and looks down at the bear by your bare feet. Kal gives a small ruff and sweeps his tail eagerly. “Did you show them what you made,” he asked you with a wide smile, and looked straight in to the camera, “she worked really hard on that design, so I hope you all like it,” he declared proudly.

You ended up doing your makeup routine with your two boys in the background. Henry left for a few minutes to shower in the second bathroom your hotelroom had, and came back clad in a pair of light jogging trousers and a sweater. Even though you were inside, it was still a bit too chilly to walk around in short sleeves, being mid-winter and all. He just sat on the small wooden bench by the door, still in frame for everybody to enjoy and behold. His hair now damp. He was reading in a book and patiently waiting for you to get ready, occasionally looking up and laughing when you would wet your hands or Kal’s special makeup brush in the sink and pretend to do his makeup. The dog would bark excitedly and give you kisses. “Wow Kal, you look so pretty,” Henry told the big floof with the chuckle.

“Okay, this was my -somewhat- everyday makeup routine! Thank you guys for watching this chaotic mess, hope you laughed a bit, bye-bye, 再见!” How do those vlogger end their videos? Smash like and subscribe?

Behind you Henry looked up from the pages of his fantasy book and arched his brow, “Hey! No shout-out for your special guests? See you all next time!”

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helnjk · 3 years

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A Change of Scenery - C.W.

Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

Requested: yes!

omg hi! I just saw the fanart of the oldest Weasley brothers(🥵🥵🥵) and was hoping you could do a Charlie x reader thing? Maybe the reader is a healer at the sanctuary and Charlie doesn't mind getting hurt because he gets to see her but she literally has no idea he adores her till he spells it out. With promt 42 of your list maybe? Totally cool if you want to leave it out 😁 love you and your work! -��

“what the hell were you thinking?”

Word count: 3.1k

Summary: moving to romania for your absolute dream job, you did not expect to meet a cheeky, flirty redhead along the way.

Warnings: mentions of injuries, food, & drinks. charlie is a dragon tamer, reader is a healer, of course he’s going to end up with a few cuts and bruises.

A/N: god i love charlie weasley with all of my heart. that is all.

prompt is in bold

Being connected to and living somewhere very in tune with the earth had always been a dream of yours. It just so happened that your new job had you transferred to the perfect place: Romania.

Sure, it was quite far from England and had quite a different culture, but the beauty of the mountains and the picturesque scenery made up for it. The fact that you were also working in one of the best medical wings in the country, on a dragon reserve on top of that, was basically your dream come true.

“Alright, and this right here is your station,” announced the head healer, who insisted you call him Gerry, gesturing to a decently sized office space. “You can decorate it anyway you like, as long as it’s appropriate. Most of the folks around here aren’t locals either, so we’ve got loads of photos up and lots of owls coming in and out everyday.”

“It’s perfect,” you grinned.

Gerry left you alone to get settled, and you didn’t want to admit it to anyone, but the first thing you did once he was out of earshot was to squeal excitedly and do a little happy dance.

It was just all too exciting, really. Dream job, dream location, dream view even. After your burst of excitement, you spent a bit of time just staring out of the window, taking in everything. In the distance, you could even see the silhouette of a dragon peeking over the canopy of trees. The fact that this was going to be a regular occurrence just spurred even more delight in your heart.

Later in the day, after most of the introductions were made and tours were finished, you could be found familiarizing yourself with the medical wing of the sanctuary.

“C’mon Gerry, I’m completely fine!” you heard a gruff voice complain. It was coming from the hallway outside, but the accompanying footsteps sounded as if they were on the way to the wing.

“You know it’s protocol, Weasley,” a very amused Gerry replied as they rounded the corner.

Beside your boss was one of the most gorgeous men you had ever laid eyes on. With wind ruffled hair the color of sunsets and lightly tanned skin, you almost didn’t notice the small, almost inconspicuous limp he was sporting. It also took you a few seconds to realize that he was probably one of the dragon tamers of the reserve, the first one you were going to meet and treat, it seemed.

“Ah, Healer L/N, perfect!” Gerry called out to you, “This is Charlie Weasley, one of our on-site dragon tamers.”

“Nice to meet you,” he smiled, holding out his hand for you to shake.

“You too,” you said in reply, trying not to think about how warm and calloused his hand was in yours.

“His leg got swiped by the tail of a Chinese Fireball,” Gerry explained as he motioned to the leg that Charlie wasn’t putting much of his weight on.

You could see the redhead roll his eyes, “Honestly, I’ll be fine! This has happened more times than you know.”

Despite his best efforts, both you and Gerry managed to get Charlie to take a seat on one of the beds that lined the wall. With a sigh, he rolled up his trousers just enough for you to see the area of the wound.

“Lucky for you, treating this doesn’t take much time,” you smiled. Swiftly, you took your wand out and muttered the correct incantation, “There. Good as new!”

“If I get to be under the care of Ms. L/N here, I wouldn’t mind getting injured more often,” he flirted, sending you a cheeky wink.

Gerry just guffawed a loud belly laugh, patting Charlie on the shoulder fondly, “Don’t you go running off with one of my best healers now, Weasley. We just got her!”

“Don’t worry, Gerry,” you smiled, “I think this one’s too injury-prone to run anywhere.”

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As the last work day of your first week at the reserve was coming to an end, you were surprised to see Charlie Weasley knocking on the open door to your office.

“Hey,” you said, sending him a small smile.

“Hey,” he parroted, stepping inside.

“Anything I can help you with?” you asked over your shoulder while putting away the last of your files and slipping out of your healer robes, “You’re not injured again are you?”

Behind you, Charlie gulped as he saw the little sundress you wore underneath. His head spun at the sight of your exposed legs and he nearly forgot what he was about to say.

“Nah I’ve got a better track record than that, thankfully,” he chuckled. Doing his best to keep the calm facade he had going on, he leant against the doorframe as he asked, “Got any plans tonight? I was wondering if you’d fancy getting a bite to eat.”

You were caught off guard by how nonchalant and straightforward his invitation was.

“Is this your way of asking me on a date?” you asked, finally turning around to face him once again.

He raised an eyebrow, “Do you want it to be? Because I just wanted to be a nice person and show you around Romania, but if you’re looking for a date…”

“Oh shut it, Weasley,” you groaned, “The tab is on you tonight, then.”

Charlie sent you a grin as you strode out of your office. Despite your faux-annoyance, you were happy to have someone show you around. Being a healer was your dream job, but it did have some setbacks. Obviously, you were needed at the medical wing of the reserve for the majority of the week and that didn’t give you much time to familiarize yourself with the town and the people.

Because of how remote the reserve was, most staff and employees lived on site. There was a designated area for the many different cabins and living quarters. To give you more of a tour of the little Romanian town nearest the reserve, Charlie offered to side-along apparate you.

You could feel heat creep up your neck and spread along your cheeks as you gripped firmly on to his muscular arm.

The sun was just about to set and cast gorgeous hues of orange and pink across the sky as the two of you landed just outside the town. Charlie led you along, showing you where the most important areas were; you saw the town square, the little street bazaars, and the most popular eating places.

By the time the pair of you got to one of his favorite restaurants, a quaint little place in one of the sidestreets, your cheeks were sore from laughing too much. After the initial awkwardness as you tried to navigate topics that interested the both of you, you found yourselves chatting away animatedly.

“Yeah, Fred and George were an absolute nightmare when they were little,” he chuckled, fondly recalling the many times he and his older brother Bill were left to babysit their younger siblings, “But they’re great. They’ve got a shop in Diagon Alley now, selling prank products of all things. It’s wild.”

“Your family sounds absolutely lovely,” you said. It warmed your heart seeing how his eyes lit up talking about them. “It must be so hard being so far away from everyone.”

He nodded slightly before taking a sip of his drink, “Definitely. My first year here was such a big transition. I’m lucky I get to go home every so often.”

There was a lull in the conversation as you dug into your food, but it was far from the awkward silence you were expecting.

Maybe working in Romania wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

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“Why is it that when you get hurt, I’m always the healer on call?” you sighed playfully as Charlie walked through the door of the medical wing.

It was the fourth week in a row he had to come and get something patched up. They weren’t major injuries, thankfully, but you had come to learn that the dragon tamers were required to know how to perform the basic healing spells. The things Charlie would come in for were almost always resolved with a quick episkey.

“You know me,” he joked, taking a seat on one of the empty beds, “Always so accident prone.”

“Sure.” You rolled your eyes.

Still, with your wand in hand, you gestured for him to show you where the injury was.

“I’ve got two things today,” he began. You raised your eyebrows in response. “This is the first.”

Charlie quickly rolled the sleeve of his top, his toned arm flexing at the movement. In all the time you had worked at the reserve, which wasn’t that long at all, you still hadn’t gotten used to how fit he was. A quick intake of breath had you re-centering and focusing on the task at hand. There was a small burn on his forearm, not enough to cause too much concern.

You cast the charm quickly so as not to be distracted further, “There, all done.”

“There’s still one more place that’s hurt Y/N.”

By the way Charlie spoke, you knew he was up to something. Inwardly you sighed, “Alright, let’s get to it then.”

Your heart seemed to stop as he began to unbutton the first few buttons of his top.

“What’re you doing, Weasley?” you asked, trying your hardest to keep your composure as you got a peek of his very toned chest.

With a dramatic sigh, Charlie leant back and pointed to an area above his chest, “My heart hurts, Y/N.”

For a moment you just stared at him, looking absolutely ridiculous in the position he chose to don, eyes blinking owlishly. Truthfully, you didn’t know whether to laugh or to send the strongest stinging hex in his direction.

“Charlie Weasley, you thank Merlin and Morgana right now that I’m not hexing your balls off,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“I’m being serious, Y/N!” he continued, “I don’t know if I’ll survive this!”

“Pity, does that mean I’m losing my ticket to free weekly meals?” she joked, already turning on her heel to get back to what she had been doing before he entered the wing.

There were sounds of shuffling as if Charlie had gotten back up on his feet again and then, “Definitely not! I’m banking on those meals, one of these days you’re going to be begging me for an actual date. You’ll see.”

“Keep dreaming, Weasley.”

You sent the redheaded dragon tamer a sarcastic smile, but he just sent you a flirty wink in reply.

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“Code white. Need extra hands in the medical wing ASAP.”

The shimmering white bloodhound soon dissolved into nothing as it delivered its message to you, early one morning. You had just gotten to work, not even in your healer's robes yet, when Gerry’s patronus appeared.

As you rushed to the medical wing, another patronus made an appearance and rattled off what had happened and who was hurt. Your heart dropped the moment you heard who you were going to be treating.

“Oh Merlin,” you whispered to yourself the moment you saw the state Charlie was in, “What did you get yourself into?”

In all the time you had been working at the reserve and as a healer in general, it was not unusual for you to treat severe injuries. In fact, you liked to think that when you were faced with someone’s life or quality of life in your hands, you worked even harder and smarter. However, seeing Charlie more battered and bruised than you had ever seen him made your heart pound loudly in your chest.

“Healer L/N, you’re right on time,” Gerry spoke to you clearly, rapidly explaining the situation and what you needed to do.

In a flash, you had your wand out and were muttering all the healing spells that came to mind alongside your head healer. You didn’t notice how you were holding your breath and clenching your wandless hand until you let out a sigh of relief when Charlie began to stir.

“He’s stable,” Gerry announced and released a breath.

You felt a soft pat on your shoulder as he left you to deal with the patient, deeming it alright for him to step out and get back to his other responsibilities. Carefully, you walked towards the redhead whose eyes were fluttering open.

“What the hell were you thinking, Weasley?” you murmured softly, your wand sweeping over him one last time to check is vitals. A soft hand reached out to push the stray strands of hair that had fallen in front of his face and you felt him lean into your touch.

“Y/N?” Charlie mumbled, his eyes still half-closed.

“I’m right here,” you said in reply.

“What happened?” he asked, trying to prop himself up but groaning in pain.

“What happened,” you began, going to help him get to the seated position he wanted to be in. He smiled up at you and you could barely remember what you were trying to say. With a small shake of your head and clearing of your throat you continued, “What happened was that you were being an absolute idiot who absolutely did not call for backup when a nesting mother was going on a rampage.”

Despite his obvious discomfort, Charlie had the audacity to chuckle slightly, “Sounds about right.”

“Don’t you dare do that to me again, Weasley,” you admonished, pulling back and shooting him the dirtiest stare you could muster. “You nearly gave me a heart attack. When I got Gerry’s patronus, all I could think about was–”

As if an electric jolt shocked you, you cut yourself off before anything else escaped your lips.

“Was what, Y/N?” he asked softly.

His eyes were shining with something you couldn’t quite name, but the sincerity in his face gave you pause.

You shook your head, “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Instead of continuing to reprimand him for his foolishness, you busied yourself making sure he was comfortable and that everything was alright. The potions he needed to take later in the day and the different salves to be applied to his skin were placed on the bedside table. Pillows were summoned, fluffed, and placed behind him.

As you shuffled around the room, purposely ignoring the redhead, his eyes were trained on you.

The moment his eyes opened and he felt your hand brush gently across his face, he thought he had to have been dreaming. If it weren’t for the ache in his muscles and the sting of his burns, he would’ve believed that he was in some alternate reality wherein he woke up next to you every morning.

He was tired of waiting for his fantasies to come true, he decided.

“Y/N.”

The way he said your name sent shivers down your spine. Your whole body froze for a microsecond before you turned to face him.

“Yeah, Charlie?”

“Look at me please,” he begged.

With a deep breath, your eyes locked with his and you were almost blown away with the look on his face.

Sincerity pooled in his eyes as they scanned your face, trying to see if your own expression gave anything away. You felt like a deer caught in the headlights, unable to move or look away from him.

“Tell me what you were thinking,” he whispered gently.

It was now or never.

“All I could think about was how,” you gulped, taking a steadying breath, “How you could’ve died or gotten so hurt, when I hadn’t even had the chance to tell you how I felt about you.”

You could hear Charlie’s sharp intake of breath and you had to look away, unable to face the rejection you were ultimately going to hear.

“Y/N–”

“And, and I know that you don’t feel the same–”

“Y/N–”

“But, just seeing you lying there–”

“Y/N!”

Charlie’s voice rang through the whole wing, a sharp contrast to the otherwise silent space. You sucked in a deep breath, surprised.

“Y/N you have to know I’m absolutely mad for you,” he said clearly.

You blinked furiously at him.

“You-I, what?”

Charlie tried to reposition himself so that he could face you properly, but you could see that he was still in a bit of pain. Instead of letting him maneuver himself uncomfortably, you placed a soft hand on his shoulder before taking a seat by his legs.

Immediately, he went to take your hand in his. “I think you’re absolutely breathtaking, and talented, and passionate. I just haven’t had the balls to ask you out on a real date.”

“Then what are you waiting for, Weasley?” You offered him a small smile, glancing back down at your intertwined hands.

The smile he sent you left you breathless.

–

“You ready to go?” Charlie asked, leaning against the doorframe with his legs crossed just like when he had visited your office that first week.

A small grin inched its way on to your face at the sight of your boyfriend. His hair was just a tad bit windswept, adding to the rugged look he insisted he could pull off (and he definitely did, you just didn’t like feeding his ego too much).

“Just about,” you smiled. “Let me get out of these stuffy robes first.”

And, just like the first time he had knocked on the door to your office, you turned to shrug off your uniform and hang it up in one of the hooks beside your desk. Instead of keeping his thoughts to himself, Charlie grinned widely and whistled at the sight of you in your dress.

Just as you were about to chide him for being inappropriate, strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards. A small ‘oof’ escaped your lips as your back made contact with Charlie’s strong chest.

“Charlie!” you slapped his arm lightly, “C’mon, I’m still at work!”

“What so I can’t show my girlfriend some appreciation for being absolutely drop dead gorgeous?” he mumbled, pressing soft kisses on the joint where your neck met your shoulders.

You rolled your eyes, “You know I love a good compliment. I would just rather you do it outside my place of work.”

With a chuckle, Charlie released his grip on your waist. “Alright, alright.”

“Just for that, the tab’s on you tonight, Weasley.”

“Ah so the usual, love?”

“Of course.”

Charlie held his hand out for you to take, and unlike the first time he took you out, you allowed yourself to blush, take his calloused hand in yours, and press a soft kiss on his lips.

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grass-and-citrus · 3 years

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@Disney, why do you do this to us

Here's a post where I ask the question: "Who at Disney thought this was a good idea and signed off on it?" Sorry, this might get a bit long lol!

Today, I received a book I ordered called "The Art and Making of Artemis Fowl", as one can tell from the title, it's one of those sorts of books that documents the production of a particular film. I was already going to make a post about little tidbits in this book that (unintentionally) reveals a bit about the messy production of the Artemis Fowl movie.

However, I became sidetracked by a particular page in the book that left me a bit baffled, and I decided that it warranted its own post. The two images here of both taken from page 154 of the book, where hair and makeup designer Carol Hemming writes about the work she did on the movie. This section does happen to touch on some of the, eh, cosmetic changes made to the characters, and some of the comments come across as odd to me at the very least, to problematic at worst, depending on how you interpret it. There’s a lot to unpack here, I feel!

In the first section, we’re already off to bad start in the first sentence with the use of “exotic” to describe the diverse cast of the movie. Carol goes on to explain that the reason they gave Butler white hair and blue eyes was because of the remains of “Cheddar Man”, a fossil of an ancient man found in England. However, a lot of the details given are incorrect when I looked into this myself. For one, Cheddar Man was not a 100,000 year old fossil, but instead more like 10,000 years old, so off by a magnitude of 10 times there! Secondly, from what I read, the scientists believe that Cheddar Man likely had dark skin, dark curly hair, and green eyes, though they can’t be certain, of course, with how old the sample is. So, using that as justification to give Butler white-blond hair and unnaturally saturated, bright blue eyes is certainly an interesting Choice™ they made.

Frankly, I have always thought that if they wanted to make Butler black that they should have full embraced Nonso’s natural features, including his black hair and brown eyes. Altering his appearance in the way they did perpetuates that trope of giving POC characters more euro-centric features to “stand out” more. I mean, think of all the fictional media out there with dark skinned characters that have blond/silver hair or where asian characters are often given random streaks of bright hair dye. Of course, those design decisions aren’t necessarily offensive on their own, but one has to make sure they’re being mindful of their reasoning behind things, ya know? At the very least, they could have be more subtle, they changed Tamara Smart’s (Juliet’s actress) hair to be blond and it didn’t come off as unnatural, although if it were me I would have left her hair as its natural color too!

This second part is what really got under my skin, though. Carol says that in her research that she saw there was a wide variety of depictions of fairy folk in terms of skin tone and eye color, but that she tried to “show similarities between Artemis and Holly” and that they “share a subtle similarity of look that hints at a shared beauty and intelligence.” Um, let me know if I’m reading too far into this, but this makes it sounds like they felt the need to make Holly white, and appear very similarly to Artemis, so that they would relate to each other more? Did she have to look white to be seen as beautiful and intelligent? They already wrote in that odd addition to the story of them bonding over shared father related trauma, did they also need to look like to get along?

It seems she’s trying to say they wanted to show how the fairy people are very much like humans and have many similar traits and behaviors, but why does that have to involve making the fairies appear like Europeans? I don’t know, this whole part is very weird to me, especially with how this was a change from the novel and how Carol Hemming acknowledges that Celtic depictions of fairies can have a large range of diversity. But somehow, Artemis and Holly both being white is diverse according to her statement? Maybe it’s just so poorly worded that it sounds bad?

What do yall think of this? Maybe I’m over thinking a bit over here, but something just seems off with the reasoning given for their design decisions! There might be someone more informed than I am on these sort of issues that could share their thoughts!

Transcription of the images below the cut for those who need/want it:

First image: “Apart from the many curious and exotic characters in the film, there are human who become entangled with the inhabitants of the fairy realm. Nonso Anozie, playing Butler, was keen to have a different look from what he felt was his usual screen persona. The inspiration for Butler’s highly individual look came from new scientific research, published early in 2018, based on the one-hundred-thousand-year-old fossil remains of a man who once lived in the West Country of Britain. Known as Cheddar Man, the fossil possesses DNA suggesting that- contrary to earlier theories- the first modern Britons were dark skinned with curly hair and blue eyes. Fired by this revelation, Nonso was given blue contact lenses and white, tightly curled hair. ‘We shaved Nonso’s head,’ says Carol, ‘and, rather than a wig, his hair was laid on piece by piece- an operation that required three or four makeup artists working as a team.’

Second image: “As for Artemis, Carol rook her cue from the fact that, as the story unfolds, a kinship develops between him and Holly Short. ‘During my early research,’ she says, ‘I explored many depictions of Celtic fairies and reference the popular imagery of blue- and green-eyed fairies with skins tones of alabaster through to dark. I tried to show similarities between Artemis and Holly and again, some diversity.’ As a result, the two protagonists, later compatriots, share a subtle similarity of look that hints at a shared beauty and intelligence. There is, it’s clear to see, much more to fantasy film makeup than just thousands of elf ears!”

#Artemis Fowl #Artemis Fowl Movie #@ carol turn on your location I just want to talk #the actors and actresses deserved better :(#my next post will probably be some of the other stuff I found in this book #hopefully more light hearted than this post

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The One Where It's Notoriously Known To The Pro Hero Community That All Might's Daughter, [Y/N] Yagi Is Unofficially Dating Rising Pro Hero!Deku, Except He Doesn’t Think It’s Wise To Settle Down. Alternatively, The One That’s 10.5K Words, That I came Up With In The Shower

Edited: 2-6-2021

His hands were on your hips. His fingers easing into your skin, pulling and grasping all he could get. His face was in your neck. His voice gasping out little moans, his lips placing hot kisses over your skin, his teeth ever so gracefully grazing your ear in a way that made you shiver and groan.

Your hands were on his back. Your fingernails digging into his back and easing up to his shoulder where you grabbed onto him for support, the feeling of your nails on his skin only more cause for him to drive himself into you quicker. Quicker, and needier. Your legs were around him. Your legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, legs hooked together pulling him in closer with every pound in and out.

You both were inches from each other, fornicating in such a forbidden way, a way Izuku swore he would never touch you. You both could've told each other no, the wine in your system wasn't that strong. You were both practically sober, and there would be no one to blame but yourselves in the following morning. Even as you clenched around him, even as he felt himself cum into the condom, he was trying to justify his actions. It's just one night. Just one night. One night you both tended to repeat on different nights.

'It's just one night,' he told himself as he pulled out of you and walked over to the bathroom attached to your bedroom. 'It's just one night, it doesn't mean anything,' he told himself as he pulled the condom wrapper off of himself. 'It's just one night, it doesn't mean anything, she's your best friend,' he told himself as he turned the water on and grabbed a washcloth to clean himself up.

They were all justifications. Justifications to every thought he had that gravitated towards you. Justifications to every moment he wanted you to be his. Justifications for everything he was putting you through. Justifications for every push and excuse he gave to keep you at arms' lengths away.

You laid on your bed, thoughts of a different manner running wild through your head. 'It feels different this time,' you told yourself as you pushed yourself up against your headboard. 'It feels different this time, he's not going to push me away this time,' you tell yourself as you pull your sheets tight against your naked chest. 'It feels different this time, he's not going to push me away this time, he's gonna make it official, he's gonna make us official,' you tell yourself as you reach for the water bottle on the table beside your bed to rehydrate yourself.

Izuku walked back into your bedroom, pants on his body, tying his belt around his waist as he looked around for his shirt. He was positive he had left it strewn on the floor by the left side of your bed. You tried not to let a frown slide on your face, you left a smile present, an unwavering smile. Izuku hated himself as he saw you sitting there staring at him. You smiled like your father, Toshinori, a smile so full of hope. Full of hope in him, full of hope in him and you.

"Are you leaving?"

'I want to stay.'

"I, um, yeah... I have early patrol tomorrow. You know how it is."

"Yeah! Stay safe, text me when you get home."

'I want to stay. I want to cuddle you. I want to caress you as you fall asleep. Care for you like a lady should be.' They were the words he wanted to say. The words that got stuck in his throat as he watched you, happy and unwavering, happy and dignified, happy and hopeful.

"I will."

Those are the words that actually come out of Izuku's lips, but they're just another lie. He places a kiss against your forehead, a sweet and bitter goodbye. 'I shouldn't see you anymore, not after tonight', it is a bitter reality he thinks he needs to follow. He had let himself have too much freedom with you. He slips his t-shirt on and then proceeds to go to the front of your apartment to find his phone and jacket. There are missed texts on his screen, missed texts from the girl he gave no thought to during his moment of ecstasy with you.

'She's a civilian, she means nothing to me,' he thinks to himself as he swipes the text off the screen, yet it doesn't stop the guilty nagging feeling in his chest. 'Just a distraction, a failed distraction from [Y/N]', more words he tells himself as he grabs his keys off of your coffee table. 'She'll hate me when she finds out. She'll never want to talk to me again,' more words he tells himself as he opened your apartment door and walks out, locking the door behind himself. 'It's perfect. She'll be far and safe from me,' more words he tells himself as he pulls his jacket tight around his head, hoping not to be seen exiting his mentor's daughter's apartment at two in the morning. Hoping not to be seen leaving your house, looking like sex the day before he plans to officially announce the civilian girl, Haruka, as his girlfriend to the public.

'It's safer this way,' he thinks to himself. It'll push you away from him. It'll keep you safer. It's just like in high school, when he rejected you. It took weeks of coaxing from your father to get you to talk to Izuku again. He didn't want you to have a target on your back. He vowed to himself never to put you in harm's way, for the sake of you and his mentor. There would be no coaxing from your father this time, it wasn't high school, it was adult life. You would surely hate him, no forgiveness on the table.

Izuku pays no mind to you up in your bedroom. No mind to how he's about to hurt you, he only thinks about pushing you away, thinks about protecting you. He doesn't realize all the hopes you have of him finally making you both official, he doesn't realize how you've been hanging on to every longing look and lingering touch. He doesn't realize your father has been encouraging your feelings for him, wanting his protege and daughter to be together. He doesn't realize how after he left you almost cried yourself to sleep, but didn't due to hope that you would talk about your passionate night when you came over to his office tomorrow to go over costume designs. He doesn't realize how announcing he's dating someone girl, the night after he's slept with you is going to affect everything. He just thinks it's going to protect you, protect you from inevitable harm, and protect him from a broken heart.

When you wake up the next day the following night has not left your head. You still think of the way Izuku touched you, the way he grabbed and kissed you. As you shower and got ready for the day, as you bathed yourself and looked in the mirror, every mark he left behind and the memory of how he gave them to you ran wild.

Izuku was in your mind all day. You think of Izuku from the walk out of your apartment to the subway. You think of him from the subway ride to your office at Shield Technological Enterprises. You think of him every time you check your phone that morning, hoping to see a text despite him not texting you that night. You think of him in your meeting with your boss, Melissa Shield, thankful that it was a group meeting, or else you might not have made it out without being called out for being else where mentally.

At lunch, your mind derives elsewhere, to a place of more substance, food. You were quick to pack up your work bag full of designs and a few pieces of tester equipment before you grabbed your phone and checked for a text from him once again. 'He'll text soon,' you kept telling yourself. He had to be thinking of you the way you were thinking of him. While you were somewhat privately on and off again without ever really saying you were in a relationship, you don't just sleep with someone, tell them you love them, and ghost them. You had a meeting with him for his new costume design anyway, he would have to face you whether he wanted to or not.

You slid your phone in your pocket and made your way down to the subway station. You had an appointment with Izuku regarding a new wrist brace, after that, you had an appointment with Uravity regarding a new costume that wasn't so skin tight. You were hoping to slip lunch in between your appointments. You knew your father was in the city today, maybe he could join you.

You walked into Izuku's hero agency and made your way into the elevator to go up to his office. You could feel your chest bubble with nerves. He was going to give you a chance, a man doesn't just sleep with a girl and say he loves her for nothing. A man doesn't just sleep with his best friend only to throw her away. Deku wouldn't do that. He had more respect for you.

"Wait, hold the door!"

You quickly tossed your arm out to activate the new heat sensory motion activators to make the doors stay open, it was a product created by you, it looked like they were working well. You didn't create or design products that weren't for hero costumes often, but you hated the old elevator sensors. A woman stepped into the elevator, panting a bit as she made it in and hit the button to close the doors. She hadn't hit a button beside the one you already pressed, she must be going up to the same floor as you.

"Those sensors are so neat. They work so much better than the one you usually see."

"Thanks, I made them."

Pride swelled in your chest as the elevator went up. It was always a burst of pride whenever someone complimented your designs. You eyed the woman slightly. She didn't look like a hero, and you were positive she didn't work in the agency. With Izuku as your best friend, you came here often, you also kept a file of every hero in the city so you could have a reference to their quirks and costumes.

The door opened and the woman stepped out, you soon following behind her. You supposed it was your curiosity, but you wanted to know who she was. Maybe she was from another support agency, you didn't like people stealing your clients. She kept walking until she reached Izuku's office. You hoped to god she wasn't from another support agency, you would not be letting her poach Izuku. Momentarily, you worried you had gotten your meeting time mixed up, but you were positive you had the right time.

The woman patted down her clothes and checked herself in the reflection of a window before walking into the office. That was rude and unprofessional. You should always knock, especially if you don't have a scheduled meeting. You follow behind her into the office and Izuku looks up in surprise as he stands up. The woman makes her way around his desk and he hugs her before she follows it with a kiss. It wasn't just a kiss, it was a lip kiss. You couldn't deny they were romantically involved and it hurt. It hurt so bad. You didn't want to believe it.

"What are you doing here? You were supposed to come at one."

She was supposed to come at one. An hour after you would be meeting with him. Missing you entirely, like two ships in the night. Your heart stung, why would he do this? It wasn't like you were together, not officially, but it hurt. He didn't just use you, he used you to cheat on someone.

"Izuku?"

"[Y/N]? I- shoot. Haruka, can you step out for a minute, I have an important meeting with this woman."

"Of course!"

She chirps her words out at him and kisses him again before spinning in her heels and walking out of the room. Each passing encounter and each shared touch just put a new bullet in your heart. You were just some woman, he didn't even call you his best friend.

"We're dating, me and her."

"Since when?"

"A month, she ran into me when her abusive ex was following her. Couldn't do anything without proof so I took her out for coffee, and it just escalated."

You looked up at the ceiling, it was better than looking at him. If you looked at him you would cry, and you really needed to not cry. Not when she was just outside his office, not when you'd have to pass her on your way out.

"And that wasn't something you could've told me before last night?"

"[Y/N], I'm sorry, but you knew before hand that we can't be together."

"No! Don't try pulling that shit. We could be together if you wanted to, you're just a coward. You won't give us a chance because you're scared it'll look bad that I'm your mentors daughter."

You look at him as your eyes tear up and point your finger at him. Screw the woman outside, screw what she thought of your tears. She deserved to see them, deserved to know what Izuku did to her, what a supposed hero he was.

"We can't be together because it'll put an immediate target on your back! You're quirkless and defenseless, it'll be so easy to kill you."

"Fuck you! We both know that there's already a target on my back for being a Yagi, for working for the most prominent support agency. I deliver weapons to you, to Katsuki, to Hawks, the best of the best. You're just scared people will look further into your relationship with my dad."

"And what if they did? You've always been under a microscope, it would be even bigger if we dated."

You wiped your tears as a few of them slid down your face. You weren't going to let him see you cry. You weren't going to let him see how hurt you were.

"After everything we've been through, this is how you've repaid me? Denied me and betrayed me. I've always loved you Izuku, but you always take that for granted."

You quickly unzipped your work bag and dug around for the 'Midoriya' work file you knew you had in there. It contained his costume and the blueprints on his new equipment. You threw it on his desk, not caring if any of the papers fell out and flew around.

"There's your files, I wasn't sure if you'd like the design, we both know how you like to look at other things when you've already got something else in mind. When your ready, contact us with your answer, you know my assistant's number."

You stormed out of Izuku's office, slamming the door behind you. The woman, his girlfriend, eyed you casually, unsure if he was upset and whether or not she should come back later. You tried to compose yourself and gave her a gracious smile as you stuck out your hand.

"I'm [Y/N]. [Y/N] Yagi, Izuku's bestfriend."

"Oh, it's nice to meet you! Izuku talks about you, a lot. I'm Haruka."

"Izuku is busy looking at some files I gave him. Walk with me, I'll treat you to lunch. There are some things we should talk about."

Izuku sat on a wooden barstool as he waited for the bartender to get him a shot. It was moments like these that he liked his rising fame, there were at least a dozen other citizens waiting for their own liquor, but the bartender would bump him up on the priority list due to his rising status. It wasn't like Izuku specifically asked for this to happen, he would never take advantage of his name like that, it just so happened that two out of every three times, a grateful citizen would appreciate his heroism, or they would like leave a good impression so he would use his newfound fame to advance their business.

Heroes also tended to tip well.

Izuku kept checking his phone for anything and everything. He wanted to see a text from you, but then he had to remind himself that he didn't. He did this whole thing to push you away. He hurt you to push you away. He'd sent you several apology texts, hoping to get you to understand he did it for your safety, but you had ignored them, and rightly so.

He supposed it didn't really seem like he cared for you and your safety, not when he began dating some other girl, and a girl with no experience dating a hero. He claimed to want to protect you by not dating you, yet here he was willing to date some other girl and willing to risk some other girl's life. Not that, that tiny tidbit mattered, she had broken up with him hours after he had that argument with you in his office. It seemed you had told her about him cheating, so she sent the break up text.

It was the first time Izuku had been broken up with by text, it was the first time he had been broken up with at all in fact, but he knew he deserved it. He toyed with both you and her. He had callously endangered her life when he was trying to protect yours, and he cheated. He knew how you felt about him, every one did, and everyone constantly said that one day he'd buckle down and settle with you. He knew he was toying with your feelings, and while hurting you so roughly was unintentional, he shouldn't have.

It was so hard to stay away from you when he felt the exact same way for you as you did him. He truly was scared of hurting you, and he'd just wrecked any chance he'd ever have with you. But that was what he was trying to do in the first place, wasn't it?

Katsuki Bakugo roughly pushed his way through the people in the bar and slammed his shot glass down on the bar next to Izuku. He supposed he should've been lighter, more careful as to not break the glass, but he was already feeling buzzed. He was buzzed and happy, he had no early patrol tomorrow and he just advanced in the hero ranks, not to mention he came here with a beautiful woman. He had great cause for celebration.

"Another shot and a daiquiri moonrise."

The bartender warily eyed him before filling the glass. Most people were wary of Katsuki, his entire persona screamed destruction. While he was a hero, bartenders were always worried he'd be the one to get into a bar fight with another hero. Ultimately, the tip would always be far to great to turn down service to a hero like Katsuki.

Katsuki took the glass, raised it to his lips, and slammed it back down on the counter before he recognized the green head beside him and realized it was Izuku next to him. A scowl crossed Katsuki's face as his eyes went over to you, who sat across the bar. You, who invited Katsuki out in the first place, demanding he needed to get out somewhere besides patrol and the gym. You, who sat with Izuku's now ex-girlfriend, a fling if you would. You, who spent a majority of the night tipsily chatting and bagging on Izuku, before you became to buzzed to care about him.

"Dumb-Deku. You're a dumbass, you know that don't you?"

"Kacchan, I'm not in the mood tonight."

"You think [Y/N] was in the right mood when you hurt her?"

Izuku's eyes went over to where you were sat across the bar. Izuku had seen you come in, followed by Katsuki, and his ex. He could just imagine the media tomorrow: Rising Hero Deku's Bestfriend Spotted Drinking With Rival And Ex. To see you so cozy and friendly with her stung, but he deserved that one. You looked happy laughing with his ex, he was glad to see you had some kind of joy and happiness amongst the hurt he served you.

"I know, I hurt her okay? I know that. I know I hurt her, and that hurts. She's not answering my texts, and I know she hates my guts and it hurts."

"Good."

"You think if I went over there she'd listen to me apologize?"

Katsuki rolled his eyes at his old friend and rival. He wasn't going to sympathize or feel remorse for him. He knew what he was doing, he knew how he was toying with you, he'd been doing it to you ever since your days at UA. If Izuku never meant to hurt you then he wouldn't have strung you along in highschool with the false hope that maybe 'one day' you could really be together. It started with a rejected confession with the promise of friends forever, but the glances, the lingering touches, and shitty flirting strung you along. Deku couldn't handle the jealousy of seeing you with other guys, but he wouldn't man up and date you himself. Katsuki hated Izuku for stringing you along even in your prime years, and he hated everyone else for feeding into your crush on him by saying one-day he'd want to make it official.

"No, you fucked up."

"Right."

"You've been hurting her with false hope since fucking highschool. But me? I'm taking this drink over to her because she invited me here and she trusts me. We'll leave together too because I've always given it to her straight. And you? You're going to be here, pathetic and alone because you've always taken her for granted and led her on."

Katsuki took the daiquiri with him to the table you had across the bar. He slid down into the seat next to you and placed the cup in front of you. You looked over at Katsuki with a smile, completely oblivious to his conversation with your now-former friend.

"Than-"

You never got the chance to take a sip, before you even had the chance to thank him he cupped your cheeks. With his warm palms holding your face up to his, he leaned in really quick and placed his lips upon yours. They were soft yet rough at the same time, you had never imagined ever sharing a kiss with Katsuki, but you couldn't deny you had thought about it at least twice in high school.

"I know you and Deku. He's so fucking bad for you, but he's all you ever want. I don't know if you're gonna go back to him, if you can even call it that when you've never technically dated, but I can treat you better and I needed to do that before anything happened."

His hands fall from your face and stuff into his pockets as he resumes the conversation as if he never kissed you. It wasn't his intention to pretend the kiss never happened, it was far from that. In fact, it would probably be brought up tomorrow when you stopped by his office with a new costume design. He wanted you but he needed you to truly think about his words. To truly think about how toxic Deku was for you, how bad he was, how he'd never want to settle down for you, not with his savior complex of needing to keep everyone safe.

The fact was, a hero couldn't have a relationship without having uncertainty for the safety of his significant other. Unfortunately for Izuku, that was a bet Katsuki was willing to take. He was willing to bet with your life, because he was not only sure in you, the woman who made hero support items, but he was confident he would always be there to save you.

You closed the door to Katsuki's office and took a seat in the chair across from his desk. His office was decorated well. The wall colors looked good in contrast with the chairs and sofa he had pushed against the wall. Part of you wondered if he let his mom decorate his office or whether he picked up habits from his parents.

Your stomach churned as you gave the blonde hero a brief, halfhearted greeting. Your head swirled as you began to pull out papers from your briefcase to show him the newest designs on his latest costume. You had a major hangover going on, the drinks you had last night were much to potent, and they only began to progress after Katsuki had kissed you. It wasn't exactly the most logical solution to your problems, but it was a great temporary one.

You were lucky and thankful that your meeting with Katsuki hadn't been scheduled until later into the afternoon to accommodate his busy schedule. Unluckily you had an early business meeting with your boss, Melissa. Most fortunately, Melissa believed you when you said you got a flat tire on your way into work and would have to postpone your meeting.

"These are the new designs for your hero costume. I have some blueprints for a better grenade gauntlet somewhere in my briefcase."

Katsuki reached across his desk and grabbed the costume designs from your hands, his fingers lingering on your wrists just a few seconds too long. You weren't sure what to make of his kiss to you from the previous night. You weren't sure if he was being genuine, or if he just drunkenly wanted to try to obtain what his former friend failed to. Regardless, the action doesn't fail to make your cheeks heat up. You quickly draw your hand back and begin to scramble around in your briefcase for the gauntlet blueprints. You shouldn't be acting like this, you should be more formal and professional.

"I'm gonna look really badass. You draw them yourself?"

"I draw all my costumes myself. I'm sure all my assistants hate me, I'm such a micromanager. I try not to be so controlling, but it never works like that."

"I know, there were times in highschool that I was sure googels... Uhm- Hutsame? Hatsume was going to kill you. It looks great. You did a fuckin' fantastic job."

You let out a light laugh despite your pounding head. Katsuki was never good at remembering his peer's names, it was only as of recently he was making more of an effort after the media called him out for using harsh and cruel nicknames. A blush adorns your cheeks deeply. Crimson red sprouting up from your neck and above. Most people say the way to a woman's heart is gifts, jewelry and flowers, for you it was your designs.

"Here are the gauntlet blueprints, I think you'll like them too. It sprays a non-toxic formula on your wrists to make you sweat more while you wear them, creating a bigger blast in half the time it usually takes to collect it."

Katsuki takes the papers from you and looks over the blueprints, his eyes briefly going over the ingredient list. He didn't really care what you were putting in it or on his skin. He trusted you, if you said it was safe and nontoxic, then it was safe and nontoxic. He handed them back to you hesitantly, he didn't want you to leave his office, not just yet.

"They look great, can't wait to use them."

"I'll move them to the top of my list of priorities. If you didn't mind me asking... Why did you decide on a new costume? Not that I don't love the business, but you've had the same costume design since you graduated UA."

"Like you, I'm controlling, I hate when things change, I like constants. My costume was a perfect constant. The designers always take what I say I want and change it up. With you, it's not like that."

You smiled over at Katsuki and straightened out your shirt. You took such pride in your designs and projects. When someone complimented it and your efforts, you found yourself shrivling away into a blushing, bashful mess.

"With you, it's not like that at all. I don't care if it's changed and messed with."

He wasn't referring to the costume, and you both knew that. He was referring to life in general. Katsuki liked having a constant, unchanging schedule. Ever since high school, he woke up at a certain time, trained at a certain time, ate at a certain time. He had a schedule and a life that depended on a constant. The only reason he decided to get a new costume change was to have an excuse for you to come over to his office, to have you talk to him, even if just for fifteen minutes out of his day.

Katsuki didn't care how he disrupted his schedule when you were around. He didn't care what was getting changed. You could change his sleep schedule, you could disrupt his workout times, and even add the wackiest and stupidest detail to his costume, he would let you do that, his perfect constants be damned.

You muffled out a yawn and began to slowly collect the papers back up and push them into your briefcase. You wanted to mention the kiss, mention how it made you feel, ask if he was too drunk last night. The words kept getting jumbled and stuck in your throat.

"You kissed me last night."

Your words just tumbled out, so bluntly and honestly. Stating a fact you both knew had happened. Katsuki nods at you, a coy smile coming over his face.

"Y'know, I meant what I said. I could treat you better."

"Katsuki..."

"I know you're not over Deku. You've been pining over that block head since high school."

Katsuki stood up and made his way from his side of his desk to your side, he leaned against the edge of the desk and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers into his warm ones, the way a couple would. You hadn't realized how his feelings for you had just slipped by you over the years. How had you not seen his feeling for you earlier on? Were you that preoccupied with Izuku?

"I know you're not over him, but I'm not over you. I've wanted you just as long as you've wanted him. I wasn't good enough then. I didn't think I was good enough, especially after your dad's retirement. I thought it would be better to not intervene and let him have you, but fuck!"

Katsuki crouched down to the chairs level, to your level, to talk to you more equally. You could just see the anguish in his eyes. He'd had feelings for you all this time, and he just pushed them aside, thinking Deku would be better, thinking Deku would be more worthy.

"All Might picked Deku, so I thought he'd be good for you too, but he treats you like shit. He uses you and then pushes you aside. He refuses to claim you as his, but I would! I would make you mine! I would make you feel so fucking wanted, I would treat you good!"

Before you knew what you were doing., before you could even process your actions. You leaned forward and gripped Katsuki's cheeks before pressing your lips against his. They were soft, like the night before, and they tasted like cinnamon, but they felt warm. His hands came up and wrapped around your torso, holding you like delicate glass as your mouths pressed together.

"Ask me out. You say you want me, you say you can treat me better, so ask me out. Take me on a date, ask me out."

You say the words breathlessly. You couldn't hear the pounding in your head anymore, but you could feel the pounding in your chest, your heart beating hard against your skin with excitement.

"Are you available tonight?"

Katsuki's voice came out raspy, and just as breathless as you. It was just above a murmur, relishing in your surprising actions, excited at the reality of being able to grasp his long awaited shot. Your hands were still on his cheeks, fingers delicately holding him as your lips curved into a smile.

"For you, my schedule is wide open."

Slowly your dinner with Katsuki transitioned into more and Izuku became a thing of the past. Your dinner dates progressed and grew longer and longer each time. As time dragged on your dinners turned into nightcaps, a quick bite of dessert you just so happened to conveniently have bought or baked earlier that day. Slowly those nightcaps turned into the daring question: "Want to stay the night?"

As the months raged on, you began randomly popping into his agency for lunch because you happened to be in the area. Katsuki's patrol route suddenly changed and went right by your company on days he knew you'd be in.

It wasn't long before you and Katsuki went public and put a label on yourselves, boyfriend and girlfriend. With him being seen leaving your apartment early in the morning wearing fresh clothes, you having lunch with him more than weekly but less than daily, and more than often evenings spent together, it was obvious to the media what was going on between you both, and the media was completely eating it up out of the palm of your hands.

"Can you fix my gauntlet?"

His voice was rough, his mouth stuffed with food. You grabbed a napkin as you laughed at him, his job wore him out too much. He always stuffed his face during lunch, he needed the energy and it seemed mannerisms left his mind in private. You reached across the sofa that resides inside his office, meant for him to take naps in between patrols, and wiped food of the side of his face.

"Is it malfunctioning? My assistants know how to fix it if you broke it in battle."

"Your dumb assistants forward me paperwork every time I have to send in gear to get fixed when I break it."

"You're such a baby. They give you paperwork for legal purposes. If you broke it, we're going to charge you. You're lucky I have my tool bag on hand, I'll look at it when I'm done eating."

Katsuki grinned over at you before pressing a hard kiss against your cheek. He already did enough paperwork whenever he took down a villain, he didn't need to fill out more just because your company didn't want to pay for something he broke on his own. Katsuki grabbed his gauntlet from a box hidden in a corner behind his desk, he wanted to be sure to keep all the parts together for you. This wasn't the first time he asked you to fix something, and you always grumbled about how if he was going to be destructive he could keep all the parts together.

Katsuki brought the box over to you and set it on the coffee table before he began to clear away all of the empty takeout containers from the table to make some more workspace for you. You wiped your mouth clean with a napkin, tossed it in the trash, then reached for your work bag and pulled out some tools. Katsuki heard you get the gauntlet from the box and heard you let out a ragged sigh. He didn't have to see the box to know you were upset.

"You are so destructive. I don't even know if I can fix this, how did you do this?"

"It was an accident! I was falling and Eijirou caught me, but he had his quirk activated."

"Accident? You killed him!"

Katsuki snickered at you quietly as he took a seat on the couch next to you. He watched you tinker around with the parts and your tools, you were so in your element and focused, he could go on watching you like this for hours.

"Him?"

"Yes. My assistants named this one Gary. Gary the grenade. I would take him back to my office to fix him, let you fill out paperwork, and learn your lesson, but I bet twenty bucks Gary would last at least two months before you broke him."

Katsuki drummed his fingers against his leg as he watched you mess around with your screwdriver. His heart was pounding in his chest as he watched you. He had an ulterior motive for inviting you over for lunch. There was a question he needed to ask you, one he thought you were both ready for. He didn't want to ask you in public where the media would be prying in with a camera, and he didn't want to ask you when you were having dinner in your apartment. He didn't want you to feel trapped, he wanted you to be in a comfortable setting where you could feel free to say no.

"You're such a dork, I'll try not to kill Gary again."

Your laughter resounded out in Katsuki's office. You both knew he would kill Gary. Katsuki was constantly breaking his gauntlets. Although you had to suppose that breaking his equipment would happen with his job, he broke his equipment more than any other hero you knew. Katsuki took a breath before he blurted out the question he'd been holding in.

"Will you move in with me?"

Your laughter died out and you dropped your screwdriver on the ground. With a shaky hand, you reached down and grabbed the screwdriver. You fumbled with it in your hands, unsure of how to answer his question.

"I'm over at yours or your at mine all the time anyway, I just thought it would be nice and convenient."

"I don't know... Katsuki, we haven't even told my dad about us."

He could sense your hesitance. The way you were bouncing your leg and the way you squeezed your screwdriver was evidence enough. He didn't want to pressure you into this, he wanted you to take your time and think it out. This was a big decision for both of you.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to say yes to me. It's okay to say no if you're not ready. I just thought it'd be nice to wake up to you every day."

You bit down on your lip as you packed your tools up into your bag and placed the gauntlet back in the box. On second thought, bet be damned, maybe you should take Gary back to the office. The ambiance in the office was suffocating and throwing off your aura.

"It's just kind of soon, I need to think about it."

Katsuki wrapped your jacket around your shoulders and helped you zip it up as you shrugged it on your arms. You needed to get out of his office, this question was beginning to suffocate you. It'd only been a few months, it was moving really fast. You loved Katsuki, you knew that much, but this was important. Katsuki tightly wrapped your scarf around your neck to keep you warm from the cold February air and pulled you in for a brisk kiss.

"I love you, but it's really soon, I'm gonna think about it okay?"

"I love you too, take as long as you need to think, this is important. Whatever you decide on is not gonna change us."

You grabbed your work bag and the box before you made your way out of Katsuki's office. You were going to think about it, you'd give him a decision by the end of the week. You made your way down the hall and hit the button on the elevator. After a minute of waiting the doors slid open, a man stepped out and you barely gave yourself time to register the face as you stepped on.

With wild green hair and deep green eyes, Izuku Midoriya watched as you walked past him onto the elevator as he had just gotten off. You clicked on a button, but Izuku was quick to call out your name and stick his hand in the elevator door. They slid back open, damn those heat-sensitive elevator bars you designed. Bad creation, bad creation! They really took off after you designed them, now you wished you hadn't.

"[Y/N]."

"Izuku."

You were over him, over what had happened, at least mostly. That deep petty part of you wanted to ignore him, pretend you hadn't seen or heard him despite being in front of you. He was still your father's protege, it would be rude and upset your father should he hear about it. After all, it wasn't like you clued your dad in about the drama that happened between you and Izuku.

Izuku was feeling the complete opposite of you. He missed you. He wished he hadn't played with your feelings like that, he wished he had manned up and just dated you. He went from talking to you practically every day, to not hearing from you in months. He was reeling, suffocating in his own loneliness. It was his own damn fault, and if he could change it he would.

"I haven't seen you in so long."

Your heart clenched at his words. Maybe some part of you was still holding on to him, it wasn't like you could blame yourself, you had been in love with Izuku for so long. He was your first real friend and your best friend, someone who didn't see just as All Might's daughter. He was your first lover, albeit unofficially, and your first heartbreak.

"It's been a while."

After the incident in his office, you cut complete ties to him, and you were extremely gracious about it. You didn't spill to the press about why ended your friendship, the media assumed it had to do with dating his rival. You didn't go spilling your guts to your father, his mentor about how he slept with you while he was dating a civilian either.

"I- I want to apologize. I shouldn't have treated you how I did, it was shitty, and I was a coward."

You didn't want to have this conversation, it hurt. You hated those heat-sensitive bars. Maybe you should push to have them stop being produced.

"You were right, I didn't want to admit my feelings because your dad is All Might. But I really did do it to protect you, I mean that. Twisted as it was, I thought pushing you away would protect you."

"What you did was shitty, but I'm over it Izuku. It's been months, consider yourself forgiven."

You weren't sure you truly had forgiven him, but you were sure some part of him did push you away for your safety. In high school, the league had originally targeted you instead of Katsuki, although they failed to obtain you and took him instead, it tore Izuku up. That was when he began leading you on with empty promises of a relationship. It was to protect you sure, but you wished he could've gotten over it after nearly ten years.

"[Y/N], I don't just want your forgiveness. I want you, I miss you, I want my best friend back. Do you think we could get some coffee sometime? Have a fresh start?"

Izuku pushed your hair behind your ear and you wanted to throw up. The whole situation made you sick and you wished the elevator door would open up already. Maybe Izuku cared about you, maybe he wanted you, but he didn't love you, not really. It was obvious you were with Katsuki, it was obvious you were happy. You had his gauntlets in your arms, you had his jacket on your body and there were dozens of news articles about your loving relationship.

He knew you were with Katsuki, he should've known how happy you were. Why couldn't he leave it at that? You would've let him happily be with that civilian girl had he not cheated on her with you, she had to know the truth for that one. Katsuki flashed to your head and you felt nauseous. Katsuki held back his feelings for you for years. Years. He held back for years because he wanted you to be happy.

Katsuki really did love you, in the end, he wanted whatever would be best for you, whatever made you happiest. Your whole relationship he'd been attentive and sweet. Caring and loving. The perfect boyfriend. It made you laugh, Izuku of all people put this into perspective for you. Katsuki completely loved you, and talking with Izuku cleared any doubts. Moving in with Katsuki shouldn't be a question at all, it felt right now.

"Izuku, we can be friends, but nothing more. I'm with Katsuki, and I am happy."

"Right, sorry! I... I shouldn't have overstepped that."

Izuku backed up and gave you space just as the elevator doors slid open. You walked out of the building, a new dignified feeling in your chest. Once you were in your car you put Gary in the passenger seat and buckled him up for a safe ride to your office, then you pulled out your phone to shoot a quick text.

[Y/N] Yagi: Thought about it, you make me really happy so let's do it. My dad's coming over for dinner, be there 2nite we can tell him together <3 love you [Sent: 12:38]

You began to prep the garlic, peeling each piece before you crunched it up in a metal mincer. You didn't even own a mincer before you began dating Katsuki. He had complained that your cooking utensils weren't good, slowly you began to notice that new utensils and spices would show at your apartment. Not that you were complaining, Katsuki was a great cook and he was right, fresh garlic was better than that pre-prepped refrigerated garlic.

Your father, Toshinori, stood beside you as he cut up the onions and vegetables for your Yakitori. You were nervously watching the clock, unbeknownst to your father. You were waiting for Katsuki to get here, but your father didn't even know you were expecting another guest. Every Wednesday your father had dinner with you, yet you never mentioned being in a relationship.

You never mentioned your relationship with Katsuki, and your father didn't watch the tabloids for things like that. Truthfully, you were scared of his reaction. He always hoped you would end up with Izuku. Naturally, as his mentor and your father, he wanted you with someone who he knew. Someone he thought would protect you. You never introduced your father to any boyfriends before Izuku, and you didn't want to break his heart. You would be lying if you said you were putting off your father finding out about you and Katsuki.

"Dad, there's been something I've been meaning to tell you."

"What's that?"

You kept your hands focused on the task at hand, harshly crushing the garlic as you tried to find the best way to phrase your words.

"I've been seeing someone, and I invited him over for dinner."

Your father kept slicing the onions before he moved onto the vegetables. Admittedly, he began to cut more meticulously and harder, nearly cutting his finger.

"Is it Izuku?"

"No."

You bit down on your lip as you walked over to the stove and shoveled the garlic into the pan with the meats before you reached over and grabbed the bowls of vegetables that your father was cutting up and poured them into the pan as well. You knew you were upsetting your father. He wanted you to date Izuku, ever since you met Izuku, all he did was encourage your crush on the green boy.

"Good."

"What? I thought you wanted me to be with Izuku."

"God, no. I love Izuku like a son, and I might've said that when you were in high school, but that was because I knew you would never progress more than best friends."

Your father brought over more chopped vegetables and poured them in the pan before taking a wooden spoon and stirring the contents around in the pan.

"I didn't want you dating in high school. I thought it'd be better to encourage you to chase after someone who didn't know how to talk to girls rather than having to deal with you dating a guy like Kaminari or Bakugo. That would've been a horrible nightmare."

To hear that your father didn't actually want you with Izuku was a relief, your worst fear was disappointing your father, hearing him say it would've been a nightmare had you been dating Bakugo was heart-clenching, There was a rough knock at the door, and it couldn't have been timed worse.

Your father took long stride-full steps and walked over to your door. He unhooked the latch and opened the oak door up, there before him stood Katsuki. You wondered if he was as nervous as you were feeling. This was his old school teacher, and the hero he looked up to growing up. It took a lot to say 'hey, I'm dating your daughter' more so it was ballsy to say 'we're moving in together' on the same night.

"Bakugo, my boy!"

Your father greeted Bakugo kindly with open arms as if he hadn't just said you being with Bakugo would be a nightmare. If Katsuki was nervous he didn't show it. His body wasn't too stiff, and he had worn nice clothes. He smiled at your father, a genuine real smile as he held out a wine bottle. Katsuki had evolved so much since high school, you hoped he showed that to your father this evening.

"Good evening sir, I brought some wine."

"Joseph Phelps red, that quite expensive. Personally, I'm more of a white wine guy."

Your father turned it around in his hands before smiling back at your boyfriend lightly.

"It's not white, but we'll make do."

Katsuki shot you a helpless look as your father carried the bottle into the kitchen to look for your wine glasses and pop open the bottle. This evening was already off to a bad start.

"I thought you said he liked red wine."

"I thought he did. He drinks it a lot."

Katsuki ran his fingers through his hair stressfully. He wanted this dinner to go well, he wanted your father to like him as your boyfriend. Katsuki wanted a life with you, and the key to that was your father's approval.

"Just sit down and relax. It's not like your a total stranger to him, he knows you."

"I should say the same to you. You look like your gonna pass out."

You placed a chaste kiss against Katsuki's lips before you took off to the kitchen to help serve dinner and Katsuki made his way to your table. It was the fact that your father knew him that worried him. Katsuki knew he could come off as aggressive and mean. Compared to high school, Katsuki was a lot tamer but he was worried your father wouldn't see that. Katsuki knew how much your father and his opinion mean to you.

You carried plates of food out to the table and placed them so Katsuki was at one end of the table and your father at the other, with you in the middle. out came your father from the kitchen, forks in one hand, wine cups in the other. You took your seats and began to eat, all while your father gave Katsuki a very intense stare.

"So Katsuki, [Y/N] tells me you've been dating her."

"Yup! Best damn six months of my life."

Katsuki cringed as the swear word tumbled out of his mouth. That could've been worded better. Toshinori raises his eyebrows as he takes a bite of his food.

"So, it's been six months, and you're just now telling her father?"

"We were waiting to see how serious this was going to be, testing out the waters of a new relationship first."

"You weren't serious about her in the beginning?"

You took a big gulp of your wine as your father began to accost your boyfriend. It was great for your nerves, you weren't sure if you should intervene or let Katsuki handle himself. To put it plainly, when it came to your father you were a chicken.

"I've always been serious about [Y/N], but she can be very... Hesitant and indecisive."

It was a nice way of saying distrustful and wary, hesitant to be in a relationship after Izuku callously used you and tossed you aside constantly. Toshinori took a sip of his wine and tried his best to make it look distasteful, truthfully it was good wine and Katsuki was being really smooth and cool with his replies.

"What makes you think you deserve my daughter?"

"Dad, stop it."

"I deserve her because I know I can make her happy. I know I can keep her safe, and we love each other, so fuckin' much."

A blush dusts your cheeks as Katsuki slides his hand into yours on the table. You weren't used to showing such a display of affection, physically or verbally, to a guy in front of your father, and you still felt nervous. Ultimately, Katsuki was right. He made you happy, he made you feel safe.

"I will admit, you've come a long way since high school. Truthfully, I love the wine, I just wanted to mess with you both."

You let out a small breath of relief. He liked Katsuki, he really liked him.

"If you're going to try and hide something from your father, you probably shouldn't tell your boss, who is also my goddaughter."

"Melissa is such a snitch."

"You also didn't hide it very well. Your bathroom reeks like male cologne, I found some boxers in your bedroom, and you're all over the Facebook."

"I thought you didn't use social media, you barely know how to text."

Your father laughed at you as you crossed your arms. He really had you worried when he said it would've been a nightmare for you to be dating Bakugo. Your anxiety went through the roof, and you drank a lot of wine glasses to soothe your nerves.

"Melissa has been teaching me how to do it. It's rather, what's that word, it's lit. She's gonna set up a TokTik with me tomorrow."

"So you like him?"

"I taught him in high school, I know he's going to respect you and treat you right. If not... Well, I've got Snipes number and he owes me a favor."

You smiled and squeezed Katsuki's hand. You let out a nervous chuckle then took a gulp out of your wine again. It was now or never. It was no big deal. It's not like you were getting married. You squeezed Katsuki's hand harder as your words came out.

"I and Katsuki have decided we want to move in with each other."

"I think that's a big step, but if you're happy then that's all that matters."

"Thanks, dad. He does make me happy, he makes me really happy."

Your father smiled at you and grabbed your hand. It was the closest thing to a hug that he could give you while you were eating dinner. Your father liked him, he approved of the relationship and that was a heavyweight lifted off your chest. You were happy with Katsuki, completely and irrevocably happy.

"While we're on this subject, I think we should talk about what I found in your bathroom trash can last week."

"Dad! I'm an adult. I gave you a key so you could get in for emergencies, not to snoop around my apartment."

You were laid down on your new couch, your head in Katsuki's lap as he ran his fingers through your hair carefully and gently. The news played on the TV, going over and displaying the highlights of Katsuki, or rather DynaMight's fight from earlier that day. Each new scene was more explosive than the last, but it painted Katsuki as a hero.

"They always get my destructive side on highlight. It would be nice if they could get more footage of me post-explosion."

"I like it, makes you look all badass and hot. Besides, I get a good view of you using Gary without seeing him all broken up."

"I'm starting to wonder whether your my number one fan or Gary's."

You let out a short chuckle as the scene cuts to an end and they start showing footage of a new hero. Katsuki reaches forward, grabs the remote, and flips through the channels until he finds the cooking channel. Ever since you moved in together 'Master Chef' had been playing on your TV a lot.

The move went great. It took some time for you to find an apartment you both liked. You had decided it was best to find a new apartment altogether rather than moving into one of your own. It was something the both of you could have together, to decorate and make a home out of.

"I'm always your number one fan. You light up my world like DynaMight!"

"That was a cringy joke. I'm not letting Denki and Mina in our apartment again, they're gonna drain your brain cells."

There's a hard knock on the door, and you pull your head up off of Katsuki's lap, bringing yourself into a sitting position. You stretch your back out before standing up and unwrinkling your clothes.

"It's probably the pizza, I'll get it. You can find a movie for us."

"Do you mean find, or look at the movies you added to our Netflix list?"

"Hey, you make me sound like a dictator. I'm giving you the opportunity to choose between the three movies I picked out."

Your voice yells out to Katsuki from across the apartment as you make your way over to the door. You didn't bother checking through the hole before opening the door, it wasn't like anyone was going to try something at DynaMight's home. They should know they'd be blown to bits.

"Hell- Oh."

You were expecting the pizza delivery boy with your pizza, instead you were greeted by green eyes and a soaking wet green bed of hair. It must be raining out, you felt bad for the delivery boy and your pizza.

Deku stared at you, unsure of why he came here. One minute he was drinking, the next he was typing your new address into his GPS, and his feet started walking on their own accord.

"Hi."

"Hello. Why are you here?"

You get out a displeased sigh as you heard your words come out. You were just terribly hungry. Seeing Deku wasn't what you wanted, seeing Deku and no pizza was especially not what you wanted.

"I'm sorry, that was rude. I mean it's kind of late, are you alright?"

He wasn't sure what to say, all he knew was that he missed you terribly bad. He missed you so much, he yearned just to see you. He knew it wasn't right showing up at your house, but he needed to just see you in person. Not through old Instagram photos and Snapchat stories, he needed to see you in person.

"I'm sorry for showing up unannounced like this, I just needed- I needed to see you."

Upon hearing the sound of his voice Katsuki scowled. Even deep within his new apartment, Katsuki could hear Deku, it was a nuisance to him. He placed the remote on the coffee table and made his way over to the front door while calling out to you, feigning ignorance of Deku's presence.

"Was it the pizza princess?"

Katsuki slinked his arms around you from behind, letting his chin rest on your shoulder as a small coy smile made way to his face, he kissed your cheek before looking at Izuku, rubbing it in his face.

"Deku."

Katsuki's voice holds an unpleasant disdain as he says Izuku's name and it's a slap to his face. It was wrong of him to show up at your apartment. Your shared apartment with Katsuki. It was so wrong. He knew you were with Katsuki, he knew you were happy. Why did he show up here? Why couldn't he stay away from you?

"Can we help you?"

It's now that it hits Izuku. He didn't love you, not really, not deeply enough. Not the way Katsuki loved you. Katsuki stayed back, stayed silent. He suffered for years, all for the purpose of letting you be happy. He wanted what would make you happiest, and now that he had you, he treated you perfectly, like a queen.

Izuku himself was falling apart without you. He took you for granted. He pushed you away to protect you, and his heart. He hurt you. He never tried to give you what would make you happiest, never tried to do what was best for you.

He understood now. If he truly loved you, then he was going to have to be the one to step back. He needed to go away, to suffer silently. He needed to do what was best for you now, and that was to let Katsuki take care of you. His old friend always did say he was going to be the best, better than him. While he was talking about being a hero, now he was the best, at least for you.

"No, sorry. I've been drinking. Just got a little turned around is all. Have a good night, both of you."

"Do you want me to call you a cab?"

Izuku pauses slightly and looks at you. He gives you a smile, the one he gives to citizens. The one he gives in a fight when he feels completely hopeless but needs to keep fighting. This was the right thing to do, the real right thing.

"No, I think I'm sober enough to get home. Goodbye [Y/N]."

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PART 4 | previously: part 3 | masterlist

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: swearing, mention of violence but there isn’t any

synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...

a/n: hi friends!! okay so this part is a little longer but it’s important for what’s to come ;) because i just couldn’t help myself, there’s a little song reference in there, hopefully you catch it,, maybe it’s important *wink wink* anyways, taglist is open so just lmk if you’d like to be added 🖤 enjoy xx

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Four: it’s what’s on the inside that counts

It’s been over 2 weeks since your fight with Bakugou. The two of you haven’t spoken since, leaving your classmates a bit nervous. You were stubborn and so was he. The only problem was, neither of you really remembered why you were fighting in the first place. You two fought often, that was obvious, but something about this last fight felt different. As if you and Bakugou genuinely wanted to hurt each other. In the past, it was mainly for your own satisfaction just to fight someone. You and Bakugou had disliked each other for so long that you couldn’t even think of a solid reason for why you hated him. You soon came to realize that you barely knew anything about Katsuki Bakugou...and that bothered you.

“LISTEN UP! Prom tickets will be on sale after school today in the common area. You can also buy them at the door but just know they’ll cost more. So I recommend you have your money ready and get in line early because I only have a certain amount for presale. Thank you that’s all!” You announced to your class. “Oh and pass this information onto the other classes please!”

You hopped down from the desk where you were standing and brushed your skirt down.

“Do you need help setting up?” asked Deku. You looked over at Bakugou, who was supposed to be helping you but since the two of you weren’t on speaking terms, that wasn’t really an option.

“Uh sure that’d be great,” you said.

“I’ll lend a hand as well,” chimed in Iida. You laughed.

“Guys all I need help with is moving a table and a few boxes,” you explained.

“We are happy to help!”

You, Deku, and Iida set up the ticket selling table. You placed the poster of the dance in front of the table. Izuku grabbed the box of tickets and looked through them.

“Y/N did you make these?” He asked. Your face got warm.

“Uh yeah, it’s not a big deal though,” you insisted.

“It’s excellent artistic work Y/N! You should be proud!” smiled Iida.

“Yeah it’s super cool!”

“Thanks guys,” you gushed. You sat down at the table and pulled out your notebook and pen.

“Alright! Who wants the honor of buying the first ticket?”

“You should, after all you planned the dance,” said Deku. You smiled.

“I guess you’re right.” You picked up the first ticket, wrote your name next to the #1 spot in your notebook, and put your money in the cash box.

“Okay. Who’s next?”

The line of people never seemed to end. You got in the groove of writing down their name, number, and putting away the money pretty quickly.

“Hey Momo! Uh you’re number 35,” you said to your classmate.

“Thanks, here you go!” She smiled, handing you the money.

“Y/N!!” cheered Mina, “wait is this the theme?” Mina pointed to the design on the tickets.

“Uh yeah it is,” you smiled.

“‘My Emotions Feel Like Explosions When You’re Around’,” read aloud Deku.

“I LOVE IT!! It’s super cute and honestly I would expect nothing less from you and Bakugou!”

Right. Bakugou.

“Uh yeah. I'm excited to see how it turns out once we get all the decorations.”

“Do any of you have dates yet?” asked Denki as he paid.

“Wow Denki is that your only concern?” laughed Jirou.

“I haven’t even thought about that,” said Iida.

“Planning on asking anyone?” You asked aloud.

“I am…” mumbled Deku.

“Wow Izuku wonder who?” said Kirishima sarcastically.

“Who are you gonna ask, Deku?” You asked. No one said anything. You turned around and saw all your friends staring at you.

“What…it was just a question…”

“Wait, you're like genuinely asking?” laughed Denki, “I thought it was obvious.” Deku hit Denki’s arm.

“It’s fine, it will be better if it’s a surprise anyway,” said Deku.

“Do you want someone to ask you, Y/N?” asked Sero, handing you his money. You put the cash in a box.

“I honestly don’t care. I wasn’t even planning on going to Prom before Aizawa forced me to plan it,” you admitted.

“Well we are all glad you’ll be there,” smiled Iida.

Your friends had all gone back to their dorms after a bit. There were still about 20 people in line for tickets and you were exhausted.

“Cafeteria closes soon dumbass,” said someone. You whipped around. You groaned.

“Well Katsuki, I’m kinda busy if you can’t tell,” you huffed.

“Go eat. I’ll finish up here,” he said. Your eyes grew.

“Wait what-”

“Go on, you only have 15 minutes before they close dinner. I've got this,” he insisted. You got up from your chair.

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

“It can’t be that hard if you figured it out.”

You rolled your eyes

“Whatever. Just pick up when you’re done.” You began to walk down to the cafeteria.

Two weeks of not talking to me and that’s all he has to say?

“Grabbing some dinner?” called Iida behind you. You smiled.

“Yeah , Bakugou is finishing up the ticket sale.”

“Nice. I’ll join you.”

“Thanks Iida.”

“Cold soba?” questioned Iida, “You never get your soba cold.” You looked down at your tray of food.

“I guess Todoroki converted me,” you joked. Iida raised a brow.

“Alright Y/N, what is it? We both know you hate cold food,” he said. You picked at your soba.

“I’m fine honestly,” you mumbled.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Bakugou, would it?” You whipped your head to look at Iida.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?”

“That’s more like it!” He smiled. You chuckled.

“Well would it?” He asked. You shrugged.

“I guess this whole dance is stressing me out. Bakugou and I haven’t been very productive lately ,” you admitted. Iida sighed.

“Well this might be a stretch but you could try to make peace with him.” You groaned.

“I’m not making peace with that angry pomeranian until he apologizes.”

“Why can’t you just apologize?”

“BECAUSE I-I, I don’t know. My own stupid pride I guess.”

“You two need to overcome your differences eventually. Who knows, you guys might have more in common than you think,” smiled Iida.

“You’re the worst, you know that,” you joked.

“Wait really?”

“Iida…”

After dinner, you laid in your dorm room, staring up at the ceiling. You knew you should get some of the planning done but you also would rather just forget about the stupid dance. After about 10 minutes of contemplating, you headed down to the basement.

As you walked down the stairs, you remembered that Bakugou still had your notebook. You went down anyway, hoping to get some work done on your laptop instead. Much to your surprise, the door was propped open. You took a deep breath and prepared yourself for what could be behind the door.

“Hey Bakugou…” your voice trailed off as you saw that no one else was in the room.

He must’ve left the door open so I wouldn’t ask him for the keys.

You set down your things and sat down on one of the tables. You pulled out your laptop.

“I figured I’d find you here,” A raspy voice said. You looked up to see none other than Katsuki Bakugou, holding your notebook.

“Oh hi. I just thought I’d get some work done,” you explained.

“How’d you get in?”

“Uh you left the door open,” you explained. Bakugou huffed. He took a seat at the same table as you, setting down your notebook.

“Here dumbass.” Bakugou threw something on you and it landed on your head.

“What the-” You grabbed the soft material off of your head. Your eyes grew.

“Katsuki-”

“You said I owed you a new shirt, so here it is,” he said. You looked at the brand new t-shirt, a smile on your face.

“Yeah well I didn’t think you’d actually buy me one…”

“I mean I did rip your other shirt pretty badly. I-uh-I’m sorry about that.” Your eyes widened.

“Did you just say you’re sorry?”

“Yeah and I’m not saying it again.” he huffed.

“Bakugou I’m sorry too,” you said. Bakugou tilted his head.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I guess for everything. Well, maybe not everything because I don’t regret kicking your ass for 3 years one bit but I am sorry for that fight the other day. I almost killed you,” you explained nervously.

“Key word ‘almost’. I guess I almost did too,” he joked. You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Here’s the thing Bakugou, I don’t know anything about you yet I hate you with every ounce of my body. I guess I want to hate you for a reason.”

“What the hell does that mean, nerd?” He questioned. Your face got warm.

“You know how they say, ‘it’s what’s on the inside that counts’? Well,I want to hate you for what’s on the inside,” you laughed. Bakugou raised a brow.

“And what about you? The only thing I know about you is that you’ve got a short temper and your shirts rip easily. I barely know you either…”

He was right. Probably the only person who knew anything remotely deep about you was Iida, and even that was still somewhat surface level. You didn’t pick UA to get too comfortable with your classmates, even if you were friends, since in the real world you would be competing for the number one Hero spot. Maybe that’s why most of them were intimidated by you.

You patted on the top of the table, hinting for Bakugou to sit with you. He groaned and joined you on the table.

“This is stupid,” he mumbled. You rolled your eyes.

“Come on just try. And just to clarify, we are doing this for research purposes only. I’m convinced by the end of this I’ll still want to rip your head off 24/7,” you said. Bakugou nodded.

“Yeah I mean not like that could change.”

“Exactly. Okay so you first. What is it that makes Katsuki Bakugou a horrible pain in my ass?” You smiled sarcastically. Bakugou chuckled quietly.

“What do you want to know, dumbass?”

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Title: Kismet {6}

Henry Cavill x Famous OFC Aliya Taylor

Warning: Plot Heavy, Slow Burn, Mild Cursing, Flirtation

Words: 4.5k

Summary: Aliya is a singer turned model turned actress. Since she was fifteen, she’s been creating her empire in the entertainment world. As the daughter of a famous fashion model/designer and Hollywood director, you’d think life is easy for her, but her past has been anything but easy. Due to past trauma, she’s forever changed and no longer trusts any man that is not in her family and a select few in her team. She’s sworn off love and serious relationships and has planned never to fall again, but love isn’t something that can be planned. It just happens when it’s meant to. Can Aliya outrun a love that seems hellbent on holding tight to her, a love that is Kismet?

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-Henry-

He couldn’t believe you had this effect on him. He hadn’t been able to think of anything else but you since bumping into you now more than three weeks ago. He thought the weeks you were in England and him in LA would have lessened how he was beginning to feel, but it hadn’t. Then he expected after a few dates that he would have realized that he was working himself up, but one date turned into two and another.

Every time you opened your mouth, he found something else to mesmerize him. If it wasn’t the way you spoke about your friends and family, it was your intellect. If it wasn’t that, it was your sense of humor or your cynical side. There was nothing about you that he tired of. You were fascinating, and he wanted to be around you more and more. That was what took him off guard. He tired quickly, and usually, after a few dates, he usually found characteristics that had him fading into the night.

He knew it was only a matter of time since meeting to exchange phones before you kissed. Every second he was tempted to claim your lips; every minute, he found himself either staring at them or inching closer. He was surprised you hadn’t been able to tell. He felt so transparent and open. It wasn’t a familiar feeling for him. He liked to be cautious of those he spent his time with because no one was ever who they said they were. Everyone had a hidden agenda. He didn’t feel that way about you.

The minute you kissed him, he had no idea how he remained in control. Every internal instinct told him to push you against those cave walls and rip your dress off of you. His palms itched to feel your skin underneath, but he wanted far more than your body. He knew that the minute the first “goodbye Henry” came out of your mouth. He wanted so much more that he didn’t dare voice or confront—not yet at least.

“What in the world has got your attention?”

Turning, he found Halley, Nik’s wife approaching him with a bright smile on her face. Once she plopped down beside him, he returned it. “Nothing—work,” he lied.

“You should have told me that you were coming by earlier. I would have had Kal bathed and nice for you.”

He looked out to see Kal speeding through the dog park and the obstacles that were laid out. He may be a bear of a dog, but he was agile as the most athletic pup.

“It’s okay. I stopped by the house; Nik said you were here. I don’t mind.”

“How long you in town for?”

He shrugged. When he considered work, it could be weeks or days, but now there was you. Right?

“Uh--,” he began rubbing the back of his neck. “Not sure. I left LA a few days ago and had to fly to Prague.”

Halley observed him for several long moments. When his eyes met hers, she gave a contrite grin before she looked down. “You look tired, Hen.”

Sighing, he nodded. He felt tired.

“Yeah. I just have to push on for a few more weeks then a holiday.”

She nodded, and like a mack truck in came Kal crashing into him, knocking the wind out of his lungs to lick all over his face.

“Hey, buddy. How are you? I missed you too, yes I did.” Kal kept licking at his face and nipping him on his excited state. He couldn’t keep his laughter back any longer.

For the next several minutes, he sat on the bench, embracing his best friend that he hadn’t seen in a few weeks. He hated traveling without Kal. He truly was one of the only comforts he had in his busy life.

“You think you want to come over for dinner tonight? I have a friend I’d love to introduce you to,” Halley mentioned.

Scoffing, he shook his head. Nik, Halley, Piers, and Amee had tried several times to hook him up with one of their friends, and none of them had ever been a success. It all came back to those hidden motives he couldn’t trust. Plus, none of them ever seemed to get past the celebrity thing. It was really a thing of fascination for many.

“No, I think I’m just going to lounge with Kal tonight.”

Halley nodded and stood just as he did after harnessing Kal back onto his leash.

“Thank you, Halley, I appreciate you guys looking after him.”

“You’re kidding; we’re family, Hen. Plus, the boys love Kal. He’s such a good boy,” she said as she scratched behind his ear. Like the good boy he was, Kal sat there happily accepting the affection.

After a quick hug, he was on his way to gather some groceries for a quick dinner. London was his town, and unlike America, he was left alone for the majority of the time. The only time he was approached was when he had some project looming for release, and the press had been rampant with promotion. Otherwise, he would walk down the street and have people recognize him but let him carry on with his day. Celebrity was handled differently by the Brits.

When he made it home, he began Kal’s grooming routine, which went on for almost two hours. Once that was complete, he worried about his own hygiene then began cooking dinner as he had the TV on in the background. When he was home, things were relatively quiet. He was a simple kind of man. He wasn’t into the extravagant thing many celebrities were. The most he’d splurged on was probably tech products. If it was a six thousand dollar gaming computer, he had to have it, or a collector’s building item, he owned it within days, or if it were a motorcycle, he’d splurge. The fancy clothes and everything else didn’t appeal to him, as did extravagant women.

That was before you. He could tell you were as extravagant as they came, but he could also feel that there was more to you than that. There had to be; he couldn’t be wrong there. Grabbing his phone, he scrolled to your contact and paused. This would be the fourth time he’d called you in the last two days. The fourth time he’d called with no answer. The first two times, he didn’t worry about optics because he knew just as he was busy you were probably even more so. The third time a nagging feeling took over that you were dodging his calls.

The first few days after he left LA, you answered. You’d talk for hours as if neither of you had anything better to do. When your conversations ended, you’d text throughout the day with only short lags between due to time zones. That went on for three days. By day four, the legs stretched. You didn’t call back as much until you’d stopped picking up altogether. Today was day six. He didn’t know what he’d done wrong.

Tapping your number, he left it on speakerphone as he stirred the mushroom gravy for his pot roast dinner. It rang once, twice, and a third before it went to voicemail. Sighing, he dropped his head back. He’d left you two messages already. He wasn’t inclined to leave another. Once he ended the call, he focused on the meal before him and not the feeling of rejection beginning to settle in the pit of his stomach.

~~~~~~~~~

-Aliya-

-Two Days Later-

It was unseasonably warm for April in New York. It was pushing seventy degrees and had been for the last three days. It wasn’t something you were mad at or even complaining about because you’d rather warm weather to model in the rain and snow. Thanks to the weather, your shoots had gone down without any problems or delays for the last three days. That meant you had a little time to yourself. Tonight you found yourself enjoying that time.

“So you need to tell us what’s going on with hunka hunka fine man,” Amaya began.

Rolling your eyes, you sighed then finished your glass of wine before filling it again. “Nothing, god.”

“What do you mean? Last we talked, you went to exchange phones, and Leece said you stayed for dinner, and we found out about how it was. What then?”

Debating in your head if you should even go down this route, you took a mouthful of your wine. You couldn’t even stop your smile when you thought of him. “He asked me out again, and I went. We ate, talked, then he took me to the beach to this—amazing cave and then he took me home,” you cliffs noted.

Amaya didn’t look convinced at all. “Wait. He took you home? He saw your house?” Her eyes were bugged to match the shock on her face.

“It’s no big deal. He didn’t go in or to the door,” you lied again while pushing to the side that it was, in fact, a big deal.

“Oh my god! You broke a rule,” she accused.

Rolling your eyes again, you tried to push down the anxiety that the accusation brought on.

“I guess I shouldn’t tell you I broke the no kissing on the second date rule, huh.”

The loudness of their gasps had so many eyes drifting to your table. Both Amaya and Alicia sat there, stunned and speechless. You didn’t blame them. This was unheard of.

“Who did it?” Placing your glass down, you looked to Alicia to answer her question. “He went for it, and I stopped him, then—I let him.”

No one spoke. You just knew they were about to make this an even bigger deal. “It’s not a big deal,” you anxiously lied again as your anxiety continued to rise. “We won’t be seeing each other anymore.”

“What! Why?”

“Because he has drama. He’s juggling two women. I will not be the third.”

“Oh god,” Amaya lamented as she rolled her eyes in unison with you.

As you rolled your eyes to the right, they landed on Henry, who was approaching your table.

“Oh holy mother of Christ,” you muttered just as he made it to the table.

“I thought I saw you,” Henry started.

Recovering like the pro you were, you plastered a smile on your face. “Hi.”

“How are you?” Henry bent to kiss your cheek, allowing you to smell him and have all the memories you’d tried to push down resurface. A moan escaped you before you could stop it. You were sure he heard it. When he pulled back, the look on his face confirmed it.

“Good, good—busy, so busy.”

He smirked and nodded. “I figured. I’ve been calling and texting. No response,” he threw out. You were impressed at his candor. Usually, people would keep pleasantries or even not let it be known. You liked that he called you out on it, but you didn’t like the position it put you in.

“Work. It’s been so crazy,” you weakly lied.

Thankfully Amaya clearing her throat brought the attention from you, giving you a needed reprieve.

“Eh-em!” Shaking your head, you took several breaths and looked him over. He looked good.

“Introduce us to your friend, Aliya,” Amaya badgered in her sweet voice.

“Of course. Amaya, Alicia meet Henry, a friend of mine. Henry, these are my best friends.”

For an inkling of a second, you saw a disappointed look on his face before it was gone and replaced with a pleasant smile.

“Henry,” Alicia began.

“Everyone usually calls me Hen or Henners,” he informed.

“Oh, Henners. Interesting,” Amaya gently teased with a smile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, ladies,” Henry said, slightly bowing his head in that respectful, charmingly British way.

“Join us,” Amaya insisted, jarring you completely.

“Uh—I’m sure Henners has other things to do than sit with a couple of chicks,” you averted. The way Henry looked at you had you closing your mouth instantly.

“Actually, I was coming in for take-out, but I can stay.”

“Great,” Amaya elated as she raised her hand at a nearby waiter.

As the waiter brought a chair over, you finished your glass of wine, a sinking feeling settling in your belly. Just like your luck, the chair was set between you and Amaya, leaving Alicia across the table, the perfect location to observe you and Henry.

“Are you ready to order?”

“Henners just joined us, maybe a few more minutes,” Amaya informed the waiter.

“It’s alright. I know what I want,” Henry announced.

“Great. I’ll have the sriracha shrimp with mashed potatoes, please,” you nervously began.

“Any appetizer?”

“Chicken Samosas, please. Also, can you bring another bottle of Moscato? I’m sure this will be gone in no time,” I requested as I poured myself another glass.

The waiter took Amaya’s and Alicia’s order leaving Henry’s for last due to his insistence that the ladies went first. Damn his charm, you thought. Once he’d ordered his food and the waiter left to put it in, Amaya wasted no time beginning the conversation.

“I saw the first trailers for The Witcher and the teaser trailer for the next era in Superman and Justice League. I am looking forward to both of them.”

His smile was soft. “Really? Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“Are you in New York for business or pleasure?” As she said, “pleasure,” she raised her eyebrows.

Oh, dear God, you thought, beginning to toy with your wine glass.

“Business and promo. I left my pleasure in LA,” Henry stated, slipping a glance your way. Your belly fluttered.

“Oh no. I’m sorry. Maybe you can find some in New York,” Amaya added.

Henry took a sip of his wine and shrugged. “I wasn’t optimistic about that, but here I stand corrected bumping into you ladies.”

Alicia and Amaya giggled like love-struck schoolgirls. You wanted to laugh. You were able to not laugh outright, but you couldn’t stifle the snort that escaped.

“Guys watch out, Henners here is British. The capital of charm,” you teased.

Henry smiled again. “Not my fault the British were bred somewhat different than the rest of the world. We appreciate simpler things, charm being one of them and beautiful women.”

“Cocky,” Alicia slid in.

“Not at all. I prefer confident,” he finished raising his glass to her. Smirking, you took a mouthful of wine.

“How can you stand to work for so long and so frequently away from family and friends?”

Henry looked to Amaya before he answered. You liked one thing; he paid attention to who he spoke to, ensuring they felt seen. “It used to be tough. I dealt with loneliness a lot but not so much anymore. I’ve learned how to handle it.”

After another sip of wine, you butted in. “Plus, there are a slew of beautiful women dying to aid you with your loneliness. It helps, I bet.”

The look he gave you was a questioning one, but he didn’t speak. He just shrugged with a smirk.

“I don’t notice the women. They all tend to blend together, same attitudes, same motives, same antics. Finding someone original in the sea is rare, and I have better things to do than vet.”

“So, you’re not looking for love?”

It was a bold question, but it was right up Amaya’s alley.

“Never looking,” Henry answered.

“That’s good. When you’re not looking is usually when it finds you,” Alicia added.

“Or something finds you. Love, lust, whichever,” you argued before you took another sip of wine.

“Don’t mind cynical Cathy over there,” Amaya taunted.

“It’s all right. Usually, those who are cynics just need something to believe in or to be showed they can believe in something—or someone,” Henry said as he stared at you.

No one spoke or moved for quite a while. You were the one to look away and knock back the rest of your wine.

The remainder of dinner was interesting. Henry continued to charm your friends with almost every word out of his mouth. It didn’t take long for you to see how much they liked him. Part of you was happy because who didn’t want their friends to like someone that was showing attention. The other part of you hated it. They were typically a lot more difficult to melt than this.

You found yourself watching him, and his body langued for the rest of the night. If he moved his hands as he spoke, your eyes were focused there, noting how large and strong they looked. If Henry took a sip of wine or a bite of his steak, you focused on his mouth. From there, your mind always went back to the feel of his lips on yours. You were still attracted to him.

The week had done nothing. There was a reason why you’d created distance and space from him. It was supposed to serve a purpose, and you thought it had, but this dinner proved nothing had changed. You wanted him, and it was driving you crazy.

By the time the three of you left the restaurant after Henry paid, the night air was cool but not cold. It was pleasant. When you turned, he was there, and your friends had mysteriously wandered off. Henry took a few steps closer to you, leaving only a few inches between you.

“How are you?”

“I’m good. You?”

Henry took a deep breath and stuffed his hands into his pocket. You remembered that move. Biting your bottom lip, you glanced at his lips.

“Feeling the burn out coming.”

Nodding, you answered, “I understand.”

“I’ll be in town for one more day. I fly out tomorrow night. Would you want to do breakfast tomorrow?”

There it was. You sighed, looked down, and shuffled your feet. “Okay.”

“Pick a restaurant. This is your stomping ground,” Henry said with a smile that made you smile.

“You remember.”

He leaned in softly, bumping you. “I remember everything you’ve told me.”

One simple sentence took your breath away. You watched Henry lean into you to place a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Good night, Aliya.”

Taking a breath to slow your racing heart, you replied. “Goodbye, Henry.”

He scoffed before he walked off down the street, leaving you to watch as he walked. Groaning, you bit your bottom lip. “Damn.”

~~~~~~~~

-The Next Day-

With plenty of debate about canceling or keeping the breakfast plans, you gave in and kept it. After putting in way too much effort into your hair, makeup and outfit, you found yourself rolling up to the designated meet spot—Sarabeth’s twenty minutes late. Once you approached the restaurant, you saw him sitting by one of the windows with a newspaper in one hand and his phone in the other. Once he saw you, his smile widened, showing you his sharpened canines that were longer than his other teeth and slightly poked out. It was an endearing quality.

As you approached, he stood to greet you, then kissed your cheek.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

“I’m pretty sure from now on I’ll be waiting for you happily,” he joked.

Once both of you had settled, you looked at him, almost losing your train of thought.

“Have you ordered?”

“Just some tea,” he informed, motioning to his white ceramic teacup.

“Tea? You’re not a coffee drinker?”

“I am British,” was all he said.

Snorting, you laughed at his serious expression.

“Let me guess, Earl Grey?”

“Now, I’m just cliché, aren’t I?”

Giggling, you shrugged, pleased with yourself for guessing correctly.

“Welcome to Sarabeth’s. Can I start you guys off with something to drink?”

Glancing to Henry, he motioned to you to go first.

“I’ll have an Earl Grey tea, please.”

Henry snorted, making you smile.

“Coming right up.”

When the two of you were alone again, his smile widened. “You too, huh.”

“I start my day with Earl Grey. Guess it comes from the British part of me.”

“Must be,” he replied.

“I saw the trailer last night. Amaya is right. It’s amazing,” you elated.

His smile was adorable, but he looked embarrassed. “You think so?”

Nodding, you placed your hand over his as reassurance. “I promise.”

Henry looked down at your hand, bringing your eyes to it as well. Pulling back, you cleared your throat.

“I’m excited. I’ve been doing this for the last year. I’ve put a lot into it, blood, sweat—everything.”

His passion shone through, and it pulled you closer to him. “I can imagine,” you responded before you flipped through the menu.

“I take it you’ve been here before?”

“Yes, one of my favorites. The food is fresh and organic,” you answered.

“So you’re health-conscious,” Henry filled in.

“Not at all. I just like good food.” His laugher echoed around the small restaurant. You had to shrug off the shiver that ran through you.

Hoping to change the subject, you inquired, “Ready? I’m hungry.”

Henry nodded and waved the waiter over. Again, he allowed you to order first before he went ahead. Once the waiter got your orders, the conversation turned to work. He told you about the plans for season two of The Witcher and even gave some tidbits about the new Superman project. It was clear he enjoyed what he did and took pride in it. Many actors saw acting merely as a means for millions and fame—that was until you got that intrusive fame.

“Your friends are great.”

“Ha. That’s because you just met them,” you teased. “Over time, you’d be whistling a different tune.”

“Sound like my friends and family if I’m honest.”

You laughed together. “Mine too. Aren’t they the best?”

Picking up on the sarcasm in your voice, he nodded, giving you a quirky face.

The connection between you was evident, as was the attraction. It was something challenging to repress or pretend wasn’t happening. When you spoke, you noticed he watched your mouth and even picked up how his body swayed to you. It was similar to what happened to you. As you explained to him how you enjoyed traveling when you were promoting an album, his phone rang. Seeing as it could have been important business, you insisted he answer to his protests. Before he did, he promised it would be quick.

“Hello?”

The look on his face was instant shock.

“Um—It’s—it’s not a good time. I will call you later,” Henry rushed out lower than he’d began.

Thanks to the lowness of his tone, you could hear a woman’s voice from the call. That was all you needed to be slapped to reality.

“Tomorrow. I’ll be home, and then we have to talk,” Henry stated. Your jaw clenched before he ended the call to look at you.

“Everything all right?”

After clearing his throat, he nodded. “Yes.”

His smile was forced, but he forged on with the conversation. A conversation you were ready to check out of entirely. Pushing through the remainder of the meal, your only goal was the end. Once breakfast was finished and the bill settled, this time by you, the two of you found yourself outside together.

“If I call you in the next few weeks, will you pick up?”

Another bold question. Too bold, considering you’d just heard a woman on the phone. Sighing out, you tied your trench again.

“Henry--.”

Henry moaned then sighed out. “Chris, my name on your lips sounds so much more different than anyone else saying it. I like it.”

He truly spoke what he thought, no concealing. Shrugging it off and pushing through your stupor, you stepped back and continued. “This has been fun. You seem like a really good person on top of being uber-talented. I wish you nothing but continued success in your career and life, but—for anything here—I don’t think it’s going to happen,” you said surprisingly steadily.

His confusion was apparent. Tilting his head to the side, Henry’s brows knitted. “Why?”

Quickly you searched for a reason deciding on the plainest answer. “Because it won’t work.”

“Give me a reason,” Henry pressed but not in a disrespectful way.

Feeling cornered, you straightened your back. “Why do you need a reason?”

“I’m a man. I need to know the reason why I’m being rejected. I thought we were progressing on the same page,” he honestly revealed. You could see the confusion and hurt increasing in his eyes.

Fuck it, you thought. “I don’t do drama or messy, and your situation screams drama and mess,” you blurted out.

“My situation?”

“Henry, I had your phone for two weeks. I saw the messages and calls from Francesca and Abby. That is messy and the potential for more drama than I have the energy for. I don’t do three ways. I don’t share. I’m not a juggling ball. I will not be juggled.”

“How do you know you’re being juggled?”

“That call in there. Was that Francesca or Abby? I’m going to guess it was Abby since you said you’d be home, and she’s sent messages asking about you coming home before,” you deduced. Henry nodded and looked down.

“Downside to a woman having your phone for a long period of time,” you mumbled.

“Have you been juggling me with Jesse and Liam? I’ve seen the messages and calls too,” Henry countered.

“I don’t juggle. Juggling means one or both do not know about each other. Jesse and Liam know about each other. I don’t juggle,” you finished.

Henry sighed and nodded.

“So, you’ve been seeing the three of us.”

“I haven’t, and that is my honest answer.”

Henry glanced down the street. His whole disposition changed. Where he was warm and inviting, he was now cold and rigid.

“So that’s just it?”

Shrugging, you nodded. “Pretty much.”

“Even though we both felt it.”

Keeping a straight face, you proceeded. “I don’t know what you mean. The bottom line is I’ve broken three rules already when it comes to you, and I will not break this one.”

With that, Henry nodded.

“Have a safe flight. Goodbye, Henry.”

Staring at each other for a few moments, neither of you moved. Henry nodded, and you took that as your out. Walking down the street away from him, you did your best to keep your head up and your back straight. You’d talked the talk, and now you had to walk the walk.

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Film Adaptation – Developing Our Idea

Today I felt a real turning point for our group after the screenwriting workshop and tutorial with Kate. Sitting down and having a proper in depth discussion with my group meant I now have a much clearer idea of what story we are going to tell and who our characters are. If anything I fell in love with our idea even more! Bonnie (writer) and Katie (director) had a call where they laid out what the story was going to look like, and we have deviated from the original quite a bit. I’m really pleased with this decision as I feel we can take some core elements from the short piece and create something new and beautiful from it.

We have so many ideas that it is hard to sum everything up, so I’ll wait until we have a finalised script to go into any more depth about the story. However one thing we are struggling with is coming up with an exact theme. We all know what we want it to be, yet putting it into the right words is proving difficult. We threw around a few ideas today, including but not limited to:

- Can hope be used to save a life?

- Will love propser despite hardship?

- Can love and death co-exist?

This is a very small list of some ideas. My favourite so far is the last one, as love and death are two of the main aspects in our film. They drive the plot forward, enhance the two main characters, and are the main cause of our major conflict. As Bonnie writes, hopefully whatever exact theme we have in mind will become apparent.

Another big decision we need to settle on is time period. Originally we were wanting it to be timeless. Nothing too modern, but we did not want to box ourselves into one committed decade. However Kate advised us against this, and I can see why. Currently we are conflicted between going full out Victorian wardrobe, an early 20th century look, or setting it in the 1940s. No matter what we choose, production design is going to be challenging (but fun)!

Today also inspired me into thinking more about the sound for the film. I won’t lie, I had not given it much thought yet. But Bonnie mentioned today that we would have the film being told through Joanna’s point-of-view (the ill bed ridden character of the pair). This has sparked a lot of ideas within me about how we can use off-screen sound to give insights to Sue’s side of the story and to convey Joanna’s frustration with being stuck in one place.

Our next steps are finishing the first draft of the script (you got this Bonnie!!) and preparing our pitch for next week. I think we have worked really well together so far and everyone has brought so much energy and passion to the table already!

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First Snowflakes

Ship: Present Mic x Reader Prompt: Winter Trigger Warnings: None! Length: 1.1k A/N: Wintery feels!!

The first snowflakes drifted from the sky as you sat in your office on the twentieth floor. A brief glance outside showed grey clouds and the powder white snowflakes dancing in the breeze. You hoped that you could get home before the skies got too bad. A commute home in ankle deep snow wasn’t your idea of a good time. You pulled out your phone and shot a quick text to your boyfriend that you were likely working overtime that night. It sucked but there were just so many mistakes made by your coworkers. The boss had laid into everyone on your team so you were all staying late to finish up.

Sorry babe, I’ve got to work overtime today. It’s a mess.

You set your phone down by your desk as you continued to type away at your presentation. The new product your company was unveiling was supposedly a good item for support heroes. The details had to be just right or the bosses would blow their tops again. Then it’d be overtime until the details were to their lofty standards, which was never. Your phone stayed silent as you worked until the sky was dark, Hizashi respected your time when you had to work. He knew just how hard you worked at your job and would have dinner waiting on you. Your coworkers shuffled off as their work finished and you finally clicked off your computer. It was finally done, you leaned back in your chair with a tired sigh. Your shoulders ached from being hunched for hours as you finished the ad design. The boss would be pleased in the morning after how much your team busted their ass.

You pulled on your jacket, gloves, and hat before bracing yourself for the chilly wind. “Ugh… I forgot my scarf. Crap.” You groaned as the wind slapped against your cheeks on your walk to the station. For once you were grateful the train was a little crowded, at least it was warm. Thankfully your apartment was only a few minutes away from the station. Still it felt like an eternity as you trudged up the stairs. You slipped just before the top step falling to your knees and scraping it hard on the top step. The stinging pain had tears welling up for a moment as you cursed your luck.

“Fuck. Man, can my day get any worse?” You paused as you realized what you said. You looked up towards the sky. “That wasn’t a challenge by the way.” Well that made you feel a little crazy. You sighed and straightened up with a wince. Your knee throbbed from the fall but it would have to wait until you got home. All you wanted to do was sit on your couch with a warm cup of hot chocolate and stare at a blank TV screen as you processed the bullshit that was the day. You would prefer if your boyfriend was there but that wasn’t likely with all the incidents UA was going through. Also his lack of response to your texts. You couldn’t blame Hizashi. He had his work as a teacher, a DJ, and a hero. If anything he was the one who was overworked.

The door swung open and you were hit with the smell of… “Hot pot?” You looked down and saw his shoes there in the foyer. The smile instantly on your lips as you heard him humming in the kitchen. You turned to hang up your hat and jacket and jumped just slightly when his hands slid around your waist. “Hizashi!” You smiled at him as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. His moustache tickling your skin as he nuzzled the side of your neck. Your giggles only made him do it more. He felt the icy chill on your skin as he nuzzled closer. He was so warm.

“Bad day at the office babe?” He leaned back and rested his chin on your shoulder. You leaned against him, reveling in his body heat. You heard his swift intake of breath before you were swept up in his arms. You couldn’t stop the laugh as your feet left the floor. He was always doing something spontaneous like this. You laughed and threw your arms around his neck as he fussed at you for being so cold and how did you hurt your knee.

“What? Hizashi! Put me down!” You wanted to be mad but a part of you really liked the idea of being carried like this. His lean frame definitely didn’t make it seem like he could lift as much as he could.

“You got hurt.” He set you on the kitchen counter and tugged at your clothes until he could see your knee, leaving your bare ass on the cool counter. “Tch. What happened babe?” He ran a damp cloth over the scrape wincing as you hissed at the burning pain. Seeing him so worried over you warmed you from the inside. This pro hero who had saved so many people was kneeling by your legs in concern over a simple scrape. It was hard to put that into words. Hizashi wasn’t all loud and brash. There were times he could be so infinitely gentle that it surprised even you. A multi-faceted man was what he was and you were so lucky to see this side of him.

“I slipped. My knee hit the top step. I just wasn’t paying attention.” You smiled down at him as he carefully cleaned your knee and placed the bandage on it. His lips pressed against the inside of your knee, sending a shudder through you. His gold eyes looked up at you over his glasses and his lips curved into a mischievous grin. Your stomach flipped at the mischief on his face.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” You warned him before he smirked and did it anyway. The raspberry against your knee had the laugh erupting before you could stop them. “Hizashi!!” He straightened and caged your hips on either side with his hands as he grinned at you. “That was so mean.” Your hands reached up and grabbed his cheeks. You pulled him in for a kiss and you could taste the smile in his kiss.

“You needed the laugh babe.” He grinned at you before pulling away. “Come on. Hot pot won’t eat itself!” You gasped as he easily lifted you off the counter and held you close. You simple looped your arms around his neck and grinned. He got the idea and laughed. He carried you into the dining room without straining a bit. A perfect way to end a cold, miserable day. Hot pot, hot boyfriend, and laughter.

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lifeofroos · 3 years

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Part 34: Ever seen a god in IKEA?

In short: Nico gets therapy from Dionysus. In this chapter, Nico goes to IKEA to fix something, with a special guest. The rest can be found on AO3 and FanFiction.net! Also in Tumblr tags like Nico di Angelo, Trials of Apollo, Pjo, etc. This might be crazy: Chapter 34: Coffee in a cardboard cup ‘Is this sort of like Hephaestus’ workshop?’ My dad looked up at the big, glowing IKEA logo over our heads.

‘Let’s say it sells you the parts to start your own Hephaestus’ workshop at home.’

‘Then why are we here when we could have gone to Hephaestus?’

‘There is a restaurant. Also, most mortals cannot go to Hephaestus’ workshop.’

‘They could in the old days!’

‘These aren’t the old days anymore.’

‘That is no reason to go to a dump like this.’

I sighed. ‘Let's just get inside.’

‘So, what do you need? Let’s be quick, I don’t want to be here any longer than necessary.’

‘We’ll have to follow the route through the entire store. That might take a while.’

Hades threw his hands in the air, which made his robes flutter. I wondered what the mortals saw through the mist. ‘Why?’

‘Store design. Probably a tactic to generate money.’

‘How stupid.’

‘Let’s just go, dad. I know what I want, so we can quickly walk past the bedroom- and kitchendisplays.’

Even though Hades speed walked through the IKEA, pulling me along, it took about fifteen minutes to get to cupboard display. My dad was walking so fast we almost skipped them.

‘How big is this store?’ Hades yelled when I told him to stop. A few people looked at us.

‘Big. Okay, I am going to choose one of these cabinets.’

‘Yes, you will. Why, again?’

I stared at the cabinets in front of me. It needed to be thin and about a metre high. For a second, I wondered whether I should just lie about dads’ question.

‘I wanted to make a memorial for mom. And for Bianca.’ Also Bianca, although I might have mentioned that to soften my intent.

‘...ah.’ He ruffled with his sleeves. ‘Did you already tell me that?’

‘Only in passing,’ I muttered. Not with so many words. It was difficult, okay?

‘Okay, eh, but, I think it is a good idea.’

I looked up and gave him an awkward smile. ‘Yes. Thanks.’ I turned back to the cabinets.

‘I think I want the black one. With the glass window.’

‘Not the white one?’

‘No, that one is thicker, I don’t want that if I can have the other one.’

‘Oh.’ He looked a little confused. ‘Than we’ll take the black one. Can you carry it?’

I turned around. ‘We don’t have to, not yet anyway.’ I looked around. ‘Do you see a dispenser with pencils and paper somewhere?’

‘Paper and pencils? What do you need those for?’

‘We need to write down the number and unpronouncable Swedish name of this cabinet...’

‘Nico, we can just get out of this store. I’ll ask Hephaestus to make you a cabinet.’

I shook my head. ‘I wanted to get it here. Then it feels like I made the cabinet myself without having to cut wood or something.’

‘This is a pre-made cabinet!’

‘It only looks like that.’ Oh, dad, if only you knew. I noticed a pencil dispenser close by and walked towards it. Like a good citizen, I took only four pencils when I could have totally gotten five.

After I had written down the product information, I looked back at my dad, who looked very confused by everything. ‘Now let’s go to the storage room before we buy a bunch of useless stuff.’

‘How long are we going to be in here?’

‘I don’t know, maybe twenty minutes?’

‘I want to get out. And I don’t feel tempted to buy anything at all here, I don’t know why you are afraid we’ll buy useless stuff.’

I was tempted. I wanted to have the fancy black lamp, for example. I had to admit, my father was a good IKEA partner. He stopped me from caving. ‘We’re almost there.’

My father nervously looked around. ‘What even is the storage room?’

‘It is like the Underworld of IKEA. We pick up a box with everything we need to built the cabinet ourselves.’

‘What an...’ He took a pause. ‘...unique concept.’ I looked over my shoulder.

‘Yes, it is.’

‘This is it?’

‘it is.’

‘Also, Nico, I think it is a very good idea.’ I looked up from taking the box of the shelf. Dad was looking at the ground. ‘To make a memorial. I could not do such a thing. It would hurt too much to remember my past.’

I took a second to reply. ‘Yes, I get that.’ He looked like he wanted to say something, but it did not come. Not now, at least.

‘Okay, now we got this… this.’ Hades looked at the box. ‘And now? Somehow it feels like we are still stuck in this prison of interior design.’

‘We can get something to eat at the restaurant. Or something to drink.’

‘Yes, yes, let’s do that. Eh, where do we keep the…’ He narrowed his eyes, while trying to read the Swedish on the side of the box.

‘We’ll just carry the you-know. Come, I want a cup of something.’

The restaurant amazed him even more than the store itself. We sat down at a table next to the window, each with a cardboard cup of coffee. He took a deep breath. ‘I want to say that I might have something you want to put into your shrine,’ he mumbeld.

‘Memorial cabinet.’ I didn’t like to call it a shrine.

‘...Memorial cabinet.’ He shifted into a different position.

I took a sip of my coffee. It tasted like sludge, but it was better than what I had drank at Hephaestus’ place. ‘What then?’

My father snapped his fingers. A picture of my mother appeared out of thin air. ‘This. I kept it for quite some time, but I think...’ He swallowed. ‘...you know, I also learn things from the things you tell me. And I think keeping something like this around isn’t healthy for me? But it might help you.’

I looked at the picture. It was a black-and-white photo of my mother as a young woman. She was wearing a hat, a waistcoat, gloves and a string of pearls. She was smiling widely at whoever was holding the camera.

I smiled back at her. Hades put a and around his cup. He knew he should get rid of it, he just could not get himself to destroy it for good.

I looked up at him. ‘Thanks. I’ll put it into my cabinet.’

‘I know you will.’ He looked out the window, to the people in the parking lot. ‘I still have a locket as well, and a picture of Bianca. You can have those too.’

‘Maybe it can be our memorial.’

‘I think I it has to be your memorial.’

I slowly nodded, while taking a sip of my sludge and trying not to gag.

While we were carrying the cardboard box into the parking lot, I looked up at my dad. My heartrate increased. ‘You said it should be my memorial.’

He immediately knew what I was getting at, probably because he had been thinking about since I told him I wanted to make a memorial. ‘Nico, eh, about Alecto, and the Lethe.’ He lowered the box to the ground. ‘In hindsight...’ he pulled on his sleeve. ‘In hindsight I think that is one of the worst things I have done.’ He looked like he was about to cry. ‘When you and your sister were small, it seemed like a good idea. I wanted to free you two of the weight of being demigods, or at least the weight of having a dead mother. I should have known...’ He moved his hands to the side. ‘...I should have known it does not work that way. That it was absurdly stupid to even think of it.’ He held a hand in front of his eyes. ‘Sorry, Nico. Sorry. If it means absolutely anything, sorry.’

I looked at him. ‘It doesn’t bring my memories back,’ I muttered, ‘But now that I see that you…’ I looked at the ground. ‘It does mean something to me, dad.’

‘Not everything.’

‘Not everything. But something.’

He took a deep breath. ‘Something is good,’ he said. Slowly, he picked up the box again. ‘Let’s get this to...’

‘To camp?’

‘To camp. But next time, you are going to get it made by Hephaestus. Maybe you can even ask Dionysus to request it. Those two go way back.’

Yes, they did. ‘Is that very well known?’

‘Of course it is. You could even say Hephaestus was the first person Dionysus ever helped with his mental issues.’ He sighed.

We brought the box to my cabin via teleportation. Hades forgot to say goodbye. He just left me alone with my box, a few posters for the mental health action me and the Apollo campers had been working on, and Will, who was asleep on my bed.

I laid down next to him. He groaned. ‘Nico?’

‘Who else.’

‘Everything okay?’

‘Yes. I think I might go to Hephaestus in a few days, to talk and to let him make my cabinet more beautiful.’

‘Nice.’ He drifted off to sleep again. Not soon after, so did I.

A/N: the trouble with the world today beyond a doubt, is coffee, in a cardboard cup.

It might be more than just Coffee In A Cardboard cup LMAO. But go listen to that song, it was in the musical ‘And the world goes ‘round.’ I love it, it is my happy song.

Nico and Hades managed to avoid all the ghosts of people who went into IKEA and never got out this time. Be safe, people, don’t let IKEA take your soul. Don’t sell it for meatballs.

Sorry to any Swedish readers. I am sure the words on the side mean something, but I imagine that to an American they look like nothing, that is why I wrote it this way.

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Damian had been planning it for months now. He had this whole big scheme laid out, take Jon to dinner, have a nice evening, have him fly them up somewhere high so they could watch the sunset, and then while Jon was distracted, he would produce the ring and ask him.

Except that didn't happen.

It wasn't like Jon didn't know Damian was going to ask eventually. It's just that he didn't know when. They had discussed it, quite extensively. They had discussed it with their parents. They knew they were going to get married, it just hadn't been intended to be so soon. It had been implied that it would be later, maybe in a year or two. Except there was one thing. One problem

Damian was so hopelessly infatuated with Jon, he knew he didn't want to wait another year to be engaged. If they waited to be married, fine. But he wanted to do it now. So he made his plans.

Only his plans didn't turn out.

Not for any negative reason. He was simply too impatient.

Here's how it ended up really happening.

Jon was always a morning person. No one ever doubted that, Damian blamed it on the fact that he grew up on a farm, plus he was literally solar powered. So Jon had woken up before Damian, who knows how long before, hours, minutes, one could never tell. But Damian woke up to the smell of frying food filtering under the bedroom door of their apartment. The apartment itself was a fairly modest home, compared to what Damian had wanted to get. It was still on the higher end. Two bedroom, two bath, but just one floor, where as what Damian had wanted was a penthouse with two floors and a huge balcony. This one had a fairly modest balcony, but Jon had loved the "little" apartment, and who was Damian to say no.

So he woke to the pleasant smells of pancakes and vegan bacon(Don't ask how Damian got Jon to switch, he just did), and also the smell of Damian's favorite dark roast coffee. It was nearly 9am on a Saturday, but Damian was considering lazing around in bed until Jon came to wake him up for breakfast. It was a lazy Saturday, after all.

But then he decided otherwise. His lovely boyfriend was doing all this work for him to make breakfast, the least he could do was get up. So the twenty-five year old pulled himself out of bed, grabbed a pair of sweatpants (who's they were, at this stage, was indiscernible, they just wore each other's clothing, one man's sweatpants were another's. The only thing they didn't share at this point was Damian's suits, because those were specifically tailored for him), and shuffled out of bed, yawning as he checked his texts.

"Hey, there he is," Jon's pleasantly chipper voice greeted. "Good morning babe."

"Good morning, love," Damian hummed, walking over to the man stood by the gas stove.

Jon, twenty-two now, stood just barely an inch over Damian. This was not to say that Damian was short, 6'2" was fairly tall, but alas, Jon had achieved his life goal of being taller, and had Damian not been so painfully smitten, he would have been annoyed. His hair, had thankfully been appropriately styled, a while back, for a photoshoot with Damian, and he had decided to keep the cut, it was partially shaved, but the front section was a little longer, left side longer then the right at that. Usually it was styled back with a bit of product, but as was, he had clearly showered that morning, so it was down, partially in his eyes. He wasn't terribly muscular, not like his father, and he just slightly outweighed Damian, but they were built significantly differently, Jon had broader shoulders and chest, whereas Damian looked more lithe and evenly built.

He was currently wearing gym shorts and a sweatshirt from his highschool, a spatula in one hand.

Damian walked over and poured himself a cup of coffee stirring in a little bit of sugar and some of the caramel flavoring he kept on hand. He sipped it, and hummed happily before walking over to Jon, gently pulling on his sleeve and pulling him over so they could kiss.

"You're amazing," Damian murmured.

"Says you," Jon chuckled out, glancing down as he started to flip his pancake.

"I do. Did the paper come?"

Jon pointed at something on the island, and Damian snagged the folder newspaper up, walking the few feet to their designated living room and sitting down on one of the sofa's, tucking his feet up under him and starting to read the articles as he sipped his morning coffee.

After ten or so minutes, Jon came over, putting his arms over Damian's shoulders and leaning into him from behind.

"Breakfast is ready?"

"Amazing," Damian hummed, folding the newspaper and then looking up at Jon.

Jon titled his head down and kissed him quickly, upside down. Damian just chuckled softly and then stood after he pulled away, following the kryptonian to the kitchen, where he was served a decent portion of pancakes and vegan bacon. They sat at the breakfast bar together and ate silently.

"So, you got any plans for the day?" Jon asked as he was finishing up, taking the last swallow of his almond milk.

"No. I was more or less hoping for a lazy day at home with you."

"Well we gotta do laundry today, but sure."

Damian grumbled softly, shoving the last bite of pancake in his mouth.

Jon chuckled and took his plate, moving to the sink to wash them.

"It's so cute how much you hate laundry. We've been living together for a year now and you still hate doing your laundry."

"I could just buy new clothes," Damian muttered.

"And that's incredibly wasteful. Aren't you the one who made me go vegan and stop using single use plastics for economical reasons?"

Damian didn't comment.

"Aren't you the guy who goes to environmental rallies and has a indoor composting tote in the corner of our dining room? And aren't you the guy who saves all our veggie scraps to make veggie stock every Sunday?"

Jon could probably go on, listing for hours the different things Damian did to be more eco-sustainable, but Damian interrupted.

"Okay, I get your point."

Jon chuckled, glancing back at him.

"Besides, it's not even like you do most of the laundry," he said, rinsing off his hands and drying them before walking back over, kissing Damian once more.

"I know."

Jon just smiled at him fondly, and Damian felt his heart go aflutter.

"You're cute," he murmured, kissing Damian's forehead.

"Jon?"

"Yeah?"

"Marry me."

"Wh-. . . What?" Jon breathed out.

Damian grabbed Jon's hands, holding eye contact.

"Marry me," he repeated.

The words had slipped out the first time. There was no going back now, but it was okay, because he didn't want to. The only thing he wanted was to marry Jonathan Kent.

Jon stared at him with wide eyes, and for the first time since Damian had asked him to be his boyfriend, Damian felt a small stab of the fear of rejection. Then a grin started spreading across Jon's face, and he squeezed Damian's hands, leaning in to kiss him tenderly.

"Of course I will."

"To be clear, I am proposing to you, right now. In this kitchen."

"I know."

"Wait here."

Damian got up and went to his work bag, finding it hanging on its usual hook and digging in it until he found the small lead lined pouch, pulling it out and then pulling out the contents, a beautiful silver engagement band, inlaid with diamonds. He walked back over to Jon, and dropped to one knee, taking Jon's left hand.

"Jonathan Samuel Kent, will you marry me?"

"Yes."

Damian was having a hard time not grinning like an idiot, but he slipped the band(a perfect fit) onto Jon's finger and then stood, pulling him in for another kiss.

"I kind of assumed you had some big elaborate plan," Jon confessed, arms over Damian's shoulders.

"I did. But. . . "

"I like this. . . This is good. You definitely surprised me."

Damian smiled, kissing Jon's cheek.

"I'm glad."

"I love you, Damian."

"I love you more."

"I highly doubt that," Jon said with a chuckle, pushing Damian back against the counter.

"Hmm, try me."

They just started laughing, then grinned at each other for a moment more, before Jon pulled his hand down to examine the ring.

That's right. Damian was going to marry his childhood best friend, and he couldn't be happier about it.

#i was sad and queer so here i coped #the discord server saw my mini break down first sjdjwjwne #this is how i wanna be proposed to ngl #damijon #damijon fics #damian wayne #damianxjon #jonathan samuel kent #jon kent #queerbutstillhere writes #queerbutstillhere

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junegrowth74 · 3 years

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<h1>The Outstanding Background of the Iconic Ford F-150</h1><br>

A red 1980 Ford F-150 Personalized While the Ford F-150's history formally started in 1975, earlier trucks laid the groundwork for America's favored vehicle|Ford You can question just about anything concerning cars and vehicles, yet one thing is impossible to suggest: Ford F-150 is the indisputable heavyweight champion of American roadways. No automobile has been even more vital or sold more models given that this pick-up's launching in 1975. As of 2017, the F-150 and also its heavy-duty equivalents covered the sales graphes for 35 straight years. That's quite a run, as well as these trucks defeated the competitors in their sector for also longer (40 successive years). However the F-Series pickups didn't appeared of nowhere during the 1970s. Ford released its renowned pick-up way back in 1948, after The second world war. Before the F-1 debut that year, the automaker's trucks were merely customized cars and trucks. The 1948 design transformed that, and also the F-Series proceeded its advancement into the 21st century. Nowadays, the F-150 and sturdy designs sport the most sophisticated tech as well as interior comfort that pickup have actually ever before seen. It absolutely didn't begin in this way. Right here are 25 pictures of Ford's F-Series pick-ups-- from the earliest days of its predecessors to the latest off-road conqueror. 1. Ford Design T vehicle 1925 Ford Version T truck 1925 Ford Version T truck|The Henry Ford To find the beginnings of Ford trucks, we have to go right back to the 1910s, when the car manufacturer transformed the Model T into a pickup. As the picture shows, this vehicle was little greater than a roadster with a flatbed fitted over the back wheels. Nevertheless, even such a fundamental arrangement obtained items relocating the very early days of customer transport. 2. Greater energy in the 1930s 1932 Ford Roadster pickup

By 1932, Ford trucks enhanced substantially in the energy division|Ford While there was obvious allure for a Version T vehicle, Ford surpassed the idea with the Design An and also Design B. The bed was longer as well as the weight circulation much better, so there was plenty of appeal for vehicle customers during the Depression, especially with the arrival of the truck's V8 engine. Yet it was still a roadster and had its share of constraints. 3. Joining the 1940s war initiative 1941 Ford Express Ford vehicles entered into the war effort after 1941|Ford The hardtop, long-bed vehicle principle materialized by the late 1930s, and also by the time 1941 designs showed up, there were numerous choices for customers. Among the selections were new V6 engines to go along with the V8 and also four-cylinder options. Ford borrowed both the grille styling and the underlying platform from autos below, and also introduced added truck plants by 1941 in case the United States entered the war. Customer production ended for numerous years after the Pearl Harbor invasion.

4. Birth of the F-Series 2 males putting on stetson lean on a red Ford F-1 vehicle as it sits parked before a residence Ford F-1 truck from its launching year|Ford Complying With World War II, Ford released its first brand new vehicle platform with 8 different models. From the half-ton F-1 to the three-ton F-8, customers had a lot of choices. Engine options ranged from a 95-horsepower V6 to a 100-horsepower V8. F-Series trucks started with a simple, utilitarian look as well as greater functionality than its predecessors. 5. F-100 marks a brand-new generation A pale eco-friendly 1953 Ford F-100 1953 Ford F-100|Ford In 1953, Ford celebrated its 50th anniversary with the introduction of 2nd generation F-Series designs. The front grille transformed significantly (brand-new engines likewise got here), yet this redesign was extra comprehensive. An enhanced V8 engine, longer measurements, far better presence, and also automatic transmission were presented. So were hood ornaments as well as the classification we recognize today: F-100 and also F-250 changed the 3 lightest pick-ups in the lineup. 6. Even more power for 1954 A red 1956 Ford F-100 with tractor as well as combine drives through an area 1956 Ford F-100 with tractor and combine|Ford Updates for F-Series trucks proceeded throughout the 2nd generation While the wraparound windshield provided boosted presence for motorists, updated power specs broadened their options on the work site. 6 cylinder engines maxed out at 115 equines by 1954, while the V8 engine forged ahead to 130 horse power. Even more power came over the 1956 design year, with the F-Series V8 engine delivering up to 173 steeds, according to Edmunds. 7. F-Series 3rd generation. A front-facing Ford F-100 from 1960 1960 Ford F-100|Ford You can not help gazing adjustment in the face when contrasting the 2nd and also third generations of F-Series vehicles A square grille as well as double the number of fronts lights greeted Ford truck consumers beginning in 1960. 3 years previously, the 1957 versions debuted the pick-up's bigger cab and other updates. Beginning in 1959, Ford started using four-wheel drive in manufacturing facility designs. 8. 4th generation Ford trucks. 1963 Ford F-250 rests parked on a rocky surface 1963 Ford F-250|Ford With 4x4 capability and over 200 horsepower showing up by 1965, 4th generation Ford trucks continued the march to the modern age. Super Task trucks had actually made their debut in 1958, and also this shot from 1963 is a look at the version year's Ford F-250. Two fronts lights returned for those who ran by evening. 9. Debut of the Ranger 1967 Ford F-100 Ranger 1967 F-100 Ranger|Ford Beginning with the F-Series's 5th generation, vehicle consumers might select from 3 trims: base, personalized, and Ranger. Opting for the Ranger suggested carpet floors, a typical chrome grille, as well as a lot more comfortable seats. By 1970, before 5th generation designs finished their run, a fourth trim (XLT) got in the picture. 10. Much more design and functionality 1971 Ford F-250 rests parked in the grass 1971 Ford F-250|Ford Rules mandated side reflectors beginning in 1968, and also this sturdy version from 1971 shows how Ford rolled that right into a badging chance. An updated V8 engine now delivered up to 220 horsepower. Meanwhile, the unrelenting restyling of the grille continued apace. 11. A powerhouse 6th generation 1973 Ford F-Series pick-up Sight of a Ford F-Series on the Louisville, Kentucky production line, circa 1973|Ford Sixth-generation (1973 to 1979) F-Series vehicles were impressive for a number of reasons, however we'll start with the arrival of SuperCab for 1974. Dodge had pioneered the pickup with additional seats, as well as Ford really felt obliged to respond. Yet another V8 engine entered the picture too. But America's favored vehicle was about to be born. 12. Birth of the Ford F-150 A red 1975 Ford F-150 sits parked in front of a building site 1975 Ford F-150|Ford Why was the F-150 essential? By the mid-1970s, consumers found themselves caught between the not-quite-capable-enough F-100 and the magnificent F-250. This model bridged the gap starting in 1975, and concerning one third of F-Series sales were made up of F-150s that year. While America commemorated its bicentennial in 1976, F-Series trucks started their run atop the sales list that remains to this particular day. 13. The decisive 7th generation 1980 Ford F-150 Ranger sits parked atop a hill F-150 Ranger from the 1980 version year|Ford To place the 7th generation's influence in viewpoint, we resort to historian James W. Wagner. "The 1980 version was a breakthrough generation," Wagner said. "It was all brand-new-- most likely the greatest modification in 40 years-- and also had a strong sob story with the twin I-beam front suspension. It appears from that point on, points really went Ford's means as for vehicles were concerned." 14. Personalized plans as well as death to F-100 F-150 from 1985 sits parked before a lake By 1985, a new focus on design and also-- extra importantly-- way of living had actually gotten in the picture|Ford Beginning in the early 1980s, Ford truck consumers can style their associate customized paint packages. The new concentrate on way of living triggered marketing images such as this one showcasing a family members enjoying a day by the lake. These trucks delivered at the workplace and also were comfortable enough to delight in after hours, Ford suggested by means of its marketing. Keep in mind the blue-oval emblem making its opening night on the grille. F-100 manufacturing ended in 1983. 15. Go into eighth generation Historical shot of 1989 Ford F-150 1989 Ford F-150|Ford Starting with the 1987 version year, Ford F-Series trucks had actually entered their 8th generation. Wraparound auto parking lights and also common gas injection were two key upgrades. F-350 and also much heavier versions entered into a brand-new Super Obligation line. The freshly simplified grille delighted in a long term through the following generations. 16. New styling hints after 1991 A black 1991 Ford F-150 1991 Ford F-150 with 'Nite' package|Ford In the last years of the F-Series's eighth generation, vehicle enthusiasts obtained brand-new performance and also styling plans. Among them, the sturdy service plan made the work for snow plows simpler. For 1991, the "Nite" bundle provided a blacked-out F-150 for consumers wanting to attract attention from the legions of Ford vehicle owners. 17. The high-performance F-150 A red 1993 Ford F-150 SVT Lightning 1993 SVT F-150 Lightning|Ford As of 1992, when the nine generation F-Series made its launching, Ford had delighted in well over a decade at the top of America's sales graphes. Normally, the car manufacturer saw an opportunity to experiment as well as released a performance design with the Special Vehicle Team in its inaugural year. Using its exceptional handling, this 1993 SVT F-150 Lightning can equal or defeat a 1993 Ford Mustang GT in long track runs. 18. 09 f150 grille Much more ninth generation changes 1996 F-150 SuperCab sits parked atop a hill 1996 F-150 SuperCab|Ford In addition to brand-new efficiency versions, the Ford F-Series additionally obtained significant aesthetic upgrades in its nine generation Designers were wanting to attract yet one more young generation of customers. A special Eddie Bauer trim got in the picture in 1995. 19. F-Series marks its 10th generation. Ford F-150 from the 1998 design year 1998 Ford F-150|Ford Major modifications shown up with the 10th generation of F-Series trucks that commenced in 1997. The nameplate celebrated its 50th anniversary in 1998 as well as (to note its modernity) Ford dropped chrome from the grille as well as added more contours than these vehicles had shown off in years. Durable trucks obtained their own F-Series Super Responsibility line beginning in 1999. 20. F-Series for the 21st century 2004 Ford F-Series 2004 Ford F-Series makes its launching|Mike Heffner/Getty Images The initial redesign of the brand-new millennium brought a brand new system for the F-150 (2004) and, ultimately, for the Super Obligation trucks (2008 ). Developers had actually stressed even better convenience as well as designing in the flagship pickup for the 11th generation This version cycle had a really short run, as well as finished at the beginning of the Great Economic downturn. 21. A brawnier 12th generation. A F-150 pick-up sits on the setting up floor at the Kansas City Ford Setting up plant October 2, 2008 in Claycomo, Missouri. 2009 Ford F-150|Larry W. Smith/Getty Images War time America appeared to exert its impact on the 12th generation of F-Series trucks. There was no doubt the intensity of the 2009 F-150 with its vibrant grille and also aggressive stance. Midway via the version cycle (2011 ), Ford confronted soaring fuel costs with the very first 3.5-liter EcoBoost V6 engine in the F-150. 22. Super Task grows in online reputation 2012 Ford F-Series Super Task 2012 Ford F-Series Super Obligation|Ford Towards completion of the 12th generation of F-Series vehicles, Ford Super Obligation models diverted near perfection. The 6.7-liter Power Stroke turbo diesel engine ended up being an option in 2011. A couple of years later, with a number of decades in the books and also countless models on the roadway, iSeeCars.com counted much more F-250 Super Obligation trucks over 200,000 miles than any other car. 23. The aluminum F-150 A red redesigned Ford F-150 Platinum-trim 2015 Ford F-150|Ford If you consider serious automaker gambles, the 13th generation F-150 is near the first. After a number of years atop the sales charts, Ford left behind steel for an aluminum truck body-- and also it worked. The brand-new F-150 came to be the first pick-up to obtain a first-class NHTSA safety score and also an Insurance policy Institute for Highway Security Top Safety Select designation. Since the outcomes are in, we can claim Ford toenailed the redesign and also only enhanced the reputation of its front runner truck. 24. The post-apocalyptic warrior 2017 Ford Raptor 2017 Ford Raptor|Micah Wright/Autos Cheat Sheet If you find yourself stuck when traveling after an apocalypse, we suggest flagging down a 2017 Raptor. Ford took the idea of a performance pick-up and ran with it here, equipping Raptor with 510 pound-feet of torque and also substantial indoor conveniences. However, we'll just point out the very appealing aesthetic cues. We can't think about a cooler-looking pick-up when traveling. 25. The 2018 version Ford F-150 for the 2018 model year 2018 Ford F-150|Ford One century after Ford debuted its very first Model T vehicle, the 2018 F-150 got in the scene. New progressed collision security modern technology and the F-150's ideal towing capabilities were key upgrades. At the same time, conventional start-stop features made it more cost-effective than any kind of previous version. While we're uncertain concerning the next century of vehicle production, Ford shut its initial 100 years on the job in vogue.

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pappydaddy · 4 years

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I Wanna Know What It’s Like (f.w.)

A/N: So, I am going to start making new Masterlists and today I was supposed to start them, but I’ve had this idea for an imagine in my head for weeks now so I am writing it instead. I also couldn’t choose who to write this for so I’m doing multiple variations of this for different characters and stuff. I decided to do Fred first bc my other Fred imagine was really sad so this is a way to make up for that unnecessary sadness.

I am also testing out a new scene divider, idk if I’ll like it, but we’ll see! This is a repost bc the tags weren’t working the first time a posted which was upsetting and I really hope that they work this time. This is another repost (last one for a while if this one doesn’t get any feedback or the tags don’t work).

Anyway, Enjoy!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Gryffindor!Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Inspo: The Tik Tok audio for Let’s Be Friends by Emily Osment, links to the song below so you don’t have to search for it like I had to 😂

- The song the Tik Tok audio is cut from - Slowed version I found and really like

Warnings: None except making out I guess. Some NSFW hints and thoughts. Like downright sinful thoughts. Hints towards a kinky reader? (Is that even a warning? And is wanting to be completely railed a kink? Is it?)

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Y/n couldn’t seem to pull her eyes from the red-head seated next to his identical twin. The pair of them sitting farther down the Gryffindor table than Y/n and her friends. The hall was silent as all the students were working on their essays, being monitored by Snape, but the greasy Potions Master nor the rules silenced the twins - them having found a loophole that let them annoy the largely hated Professor. There was a rule about no talking, but he couldn’t punish them if they never spoke actual words, could he? From where she sat, she could hear their loud grunts and hums from their wordless conversation with each other.

She didn’t understand the sudden fascination with the Weasley boy. It confused her since when she had left Hogwarts last year, she found him annoying, but alas, once she laid eyes on him for the first time this year at the Welcoming Feast, something had changed. She definitely couldn’t pin-point it to save her soul. Maybe it was the fact that he had grown his hair out, but then she’d also be attracted to his twin since he had done the same. Could it have been that she finally developed her attraction to bad boys? Was she looking to spice up her dating life since her past boyfriends had been quite lackluster with their golden-boy attitudes? Whatever it was, it made her question her sanity since this was Fred Weasley she was talking about. The same boy who decided it would be funny to throw a large Dungbomb into her dorm in First Year. She had stunk for a good two weeks along with the only other girl that was in her room at the time.

“L/n,” The monotone drawl of Snape made her feel like someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over her - which she was thankful for since she could sense her thoughts for the red-head were about to take a steamier turn. Gulping, she slowly turned her head to look at the scowling man donned in black. “I suspect that you’re done your essay already since you certainly do not look like you’re working on it anymore. Didn’t take you to be too keen about potions based on your unsuccessful potion brewing.” His voice was slow and sharp, showing that he was not in the mood to even be pleasant to Gryffindors.

“Almost, sir. Just a bit distracted. Sorry, Professor.” She shrunk under his hardening glare, realizing that he probably didn’t want her to answer his statement.

“Five points from Gryffindor for talking, L/n.” Snape sneered making Y/n’s jaw fall in shock. Her eyes stared up at him in disbelief. He was the one who talked to her first!

“But I was just-”

“Another five points from Gryffindor, need I take more?” Snape asked in a threatening tone, his frame seeming to grow and tower over the girl, intimidating her. She gulped, shaking her head nervously, remaining silent. She might not be someone who thought things through before acting, but she certainly did learn from her mistakes - usually after the second time. With a nod and a flick of his long cloak, Snape stalked along the table, glaring at the Weasley twins as they continued on with their nonsense, pushing his buttons as he waited for the moment one of them slipped up. Huffing as she casted one last glance towards Fred, she couldn’t help letting the question slip through her lips.

“When did he get hot?” Her eyes widened when she realized she muttered the words out loud. Her friends looked up from their own essays, snickering at the red-faced Gryffindor. A few other Gryffindors looked up at the girl in confusion, but she noticed that her quiet voice hadn’t reached the students near the Twins. She let out the breath she held, thinking that she was safe from embarrassment from Fred hearing and Snape hearing, but her false sense of security was yanked out from under her.

“Another five points from Gryffindor, Miss L/n!” She cringed, peeking up to see Snape glaring at her from the middle of the Great Hall. A groan emitted from her before her forehead fell against where she thought her pile of parchment and books were only for it to thud against the wooden table harshly. She didn’t react, only hissing and scrunching her face in pain but otherwise keeping her head down.

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Saturday was the day of relaxation. Where you ignore all your problems like the load of homework you had due on Monday. The day was designed for this, putting everything off and worrying about it on Sunday when you had a pile of work that needed to be done in the single day. Y/n was the queen of blissful Saturday ignorance which is why it was so surprising to see her sitting outside, staring blankly at the lake (at least they thought it was the lake) as she clearly worried about something. Her friends, in turn, ended up breaking their Saturday tradition to worry about their friend.

In reality, Y/n wasn’t staring at a wall and she really wasn’t worried about anything. As her and her friends sat under the shade of a large tree, the Weasley Twins were tossing something into the lake. She was sure they were up to something, but that wasn’t on her mind. What was on her mind was the fact that she was still trying to figure out why she liked Fred Weasley. She had figured her feelings for the boy when she saw him flirting with some random Ravenclaw Prefect to create a distraction for George to slip past the Prefect and place their product in her bag that sat on the floor by her feet. Before realizing what the two masterminds had plotted, she felt a wave of unfamiliar anger flaring in the pit of her stomach - something she later diagnosed as jealously.

Her thoughts were definitely clouded with steamy thoughts that could be the contents of a dirty movie. As her eyes scanned over the tall boy standing at the shore of the lake, laughing mischievously with his twin, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was different than her past experiences. He was a flirt, he talked a big game, but when it got down to it, did he really know how to please her? Did he know how to make her scream louder than she ever has? Would he be scared to hurt her or would he not think twice to push her into the mattress and completely destroy her? “Y/n!” Her friend shoved her, making her almost topple over. Snapping her once glazed-over eyes to her friend, she saw her friend group blinking at her expectantly.

“What,” She asked, clearing her throat when her words came out too high to be played off as normal. The friend that had pushed her shared a concerned look with the others before looking back at the wide-eyed girl whose cheeks had become tinted with pink when she retraced her thoughts. “What do you want Cami?”

“We were talking about Cedric and asked you a question-” Another friend, Alyssa, popped into the conversation. Cedric, Hogwarts Heartthrob and Golden-boy. When Y/n broke up with Roger Davis, they were sure her and Cedric would pair up, they were the most attractive students at Hogwarts, they would be the power couple - it must have been destined. Y/n was even convinced that they would end up dating this year, but once she caught sight of Fred, that all went out the window. She wasn’t entirely convinced that it was entirely the oldest twin’s doing since when Y/n saw Cedric on the platform before boarding the train, she questioned what all the fawning was about. Sure, he was attractive, but he was too good. If she had dated him, she’d probably end up bored of the relationship just like the others.

“Repeated it ten times, too.” Her Hufflepuff friend, Sophie, spoke up.

“We wanted to know when you guys were going to get together? Word has it, Cho and him have been talking, you might want to jump on him when you have a chance! Ask him to the Yule Ball!” Cami regained control of the conversation. Y/n shrugged, opening her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by her other friend pointing off towards the lake.

“Look! Janet Green is going to ask Fred to the Yule Ball,” Alyssa exclaimed in a hushed, gossipy voice. Y/n instantly looked towards the lake to see the same Ravenclaw Prefect Fred flirted with approaching the snickering twins. “I heard she’s been plucking up the courage for days. Poor girl, hope he says yes. It’d be awfully embarrassing to be turned down after it’s all she’s been talking about!” She gushed in a fake sympathetic tone. She lived for drama and gossip, no matter what Fred answered, it’d be good for her since she’d be able to spread the news.

The group watched, Y/n hoping that Fred would say no. Janet started to talk, nervously playing with the ring on her pointer finger as she talked to him, George watching with a playful smirk on his face still. Y/n took in the younger twin’s form, seeing his shoulders shaking ever so slightly with smothered laughter, the smirk on his face saying that he knew the answer his brother was going to give. Y/n furrowed her brows as he obviously enjoyed the situation his brother was being placed in. “I can’t watch this-” Sophie gasped, being cut off.

“Be quiet, they’ll know we’re watching!” Alyssa hissed at her, whacking her with the muggle magazine her mother sent her. The snap of the magazine resulted in George flicking his eyes up to the group, all of their eyes widening, but his smirk just grew more and they could clearly see a sparkle in his eyes when he noticed Y/n staring intently down at the group. They could all see that his eyes stayed on her for a solid second, singling her out before he sent her a knowing wink before he looked back at his stammering twin.

“That,” Sophie breathed out. “Did not go well, poor girl.” She finished with a real sympathetic sigh.

“Yeah,” Alyssa let out a fake sigh before smiling brightly. “I’ve got to go tell Alicia Spinnet, she owes me ten sickles!” And with that, she scrambled up and was running towards the castle.

“Alyssa, no! You’ll embarrass the poor girl further!” Sophie gasped, chasing after her Gryffindor friend. Cami watched the two runoff, but Y/n couldn’t be bothered with them. She was too busy trying to decode what had just happened. From her thoughts to George’s wink. It was all like a secret code. She watched closely as George poked fun at Fred once the embarrassed Ravenclaw was far enough away. She hummed, noticing George trying to discretely point towards her as he tried to convince Fred of something. She could see Fred’s hair blowing slightly, the flaming hair looking smooth. Suddenly, her mind was clouded once again, imagining how it feels to have him press her up against a wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, their lips locked together in a heated kiss, their tongues invading each other’s mouth, her fingers tangled in the locks of fire-

“What are you doing, Y/n,” Cami asked, snapping her out of her daydream. She looked over at her friend to see her with furrowed brows. “You were,” She paused, looking disturbed by the next word she was going to say. “Moaning, I think?” She wasn’t even sure what Y/n was doing. Y/n would have normally flushed in embarrassment, but it seemed like her mind had a different plan. She wanted to know what the big deal about Fred Weasley was about. There must be something about him that she wanted, why else would she be plagued with these curiosities? She can’t even look at the guy without suddenly wondering something about him. She wanted to know how his lips tasted, to know if his hair was soft, if her fingers could glide right through his locks without getting caught on any tangles. She wanted to know everything her mind was wondering.

“I’m going to go get answers, that’s what.” She told her friend, making Cami more confused as she stood up, her eyes on Fred and George. George, seeing that Y/n was storming her way over, looking like she was on a mission quickly told his brother who seemed to freeze before turning around to see that his brother was telling the truth. After a second of shock, he plastered his normal smirk on his lips, but Y/n could see the nervousness in his eyes. She had studied that smirk since the beginning of the year after all.

Cami watched in shock and confusion as her friend marched up to Fred, standing in front of him. The tall boy looked down at her, his smirk still on his face (looking normal to her) as Y/n craned her neck to look at his face. “Hey, Fred.” Y/n smiled, completely unsure of how she was doing this. Her inner self was having a complete meltdown, her brain being overridden with confidence.

“Hello, Y/n.” He perked an eyebrow at the girl, feeling her confidence rolling from her, a stark difference from Janet a mere few minutes ago. She hummed, a smirk that she didn’t even know she could produce stretching onto her face. It was like she wasn’t even in control of her body, she was being driven by her sheer attraction to the boy standing in front of her.

“Let’s be friends so we can make out,” She came right out with it, Fred’s smirk falling as he nearly choked on his own spit, taken back by her statement. “You’re hot, I wanna know what it’d be like. We can go to the Yule Ball, sneak away to make out in a dark hallway,” She shrugged, her eyes glistening with the normal flirtatious sparkle Fred held in his. “Don’t you wanna know what it’d be like to make out with someone who has only been with good guys? Show me the wild side?” She stepped closer to him, her hand skimming his hip as she did so, her hip bone hitting just below his hip due to the height difference.

Fred was silent, his pupils completely blown as he processed what was going on. Her confidence faltered slightly, but she then remembered all the flirting tips she had read in Alyssa’s magazines. Walk away, leave them wanting more. She picked the dropped confidence up, adding more onto the surge she was miraculously given somehow. “If you want to take me up on the offer, you know where to find me.” She rolled up onto the balls of her feet, pressing a soft kiss to the skin close to Fred’s mouth while still being able to say it was the cheek before spinning around and sauntering back towards stunned Cami. It took everything in her to fight against her inner self that wanted to die right there not to drop the smirk, hoping that he’d come after her once he got over his shock.

The hand wrapping around her wrist didn’t surprise her, she almost knew it was coming. In a swift movement, she was whirled back around, facing Fred who panted slightly, a flirty smirk on his face as he gazed down at her. “I think I’ll take the offer,” He hummed, his eyes dropping down to look at her lips, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip hungrily. “You and me, the Yule Ball and a dark hallway, see you then.” He pressed a kiss to the very corner of her lips, regaining his confidence before releasing her wrist and walking back towards the lake where his brother smiled proudly. She watched him, the corners of her lips feeling the aftershocks of having his lips touch her. Cami walked up to stand beside her, looking at Fred and George as well.

“Guess you’re gonna need to get a really sexy dress now,” She commented, nodding absentmindedly. Y/n hummed in agreement, stunned that it had worked and that she had actually just did that. “Now I know why you’re a Gryffindor,” She added on before grabbing Y/n’s arm and dragging her back to the castle. “Come on, we need to make a list for possible dresses and Alyssa owes me the ten sickles Alicia is giving her.”

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drethanramslay · 4 years

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Late nights, Date nights

Pairing: Ethan x MC (Leah Garcia)

Word count: 4.1 K words

Warning: There is fluff and humour in the beginning and smut towards the end. If you are not comfortable reading it, I have distinguished is with asterisks (*)

Taglist: @miyakokurono @trappedinfandoms @openheart12 @sekizincimektup @junggoku @ethandaddyramsey @edith-eggs1 @ethanramseysgirl (let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list 😊)

Songs: Eyes off you by Prettymuch and Unbelievable by Why Don't We

Forgive me if there are any mistakes.

Ethan was pacing around in his office, marching so hard, that it left tracks in the carpet of his office.

C'mon Ethan, Leah is your fucking girlfriend. You can eat her out but, can't ask her out on a simple fucking date??!!

It was their six month anniversary, after months and months of pining over each other. When he thought about it now, he wondered why was he so against the concept? He thought that he was doing the right thing by not giving in, but in the end, he just ended up hurting himself and his Leah.

Leah... His sunshine.

The concept of nicknames never really appeased him. It was such a ‘teenager’ thing to do. When he was with Harper, the word 'babe' made him cringe so hard that it made him want to throw himself off the railing of the mezzanine floor of the hospital.

But with Leah, it was different. She breathed back life into the parts of his soul, which he thought were long dead. She constantly challenged him, pushed him to be a better doctor, a better friend and a better partner. She brought light, to the valleys of abyss and grief. Just like nothing can escape light, Ethan could not escape Leah's affection.

And he didn't want to run anymore..

He had never felt these intense emotions in a very long time. His mother leaving him at a tender age of eleven, made him grow up way to soon. It fucked him up. It made him close up and build walls to protect his heart from such earth shattering pain. It made him distant and cold.

But now he laughed more. Smiled more. And he knew that Leah was the one who saved him.

His salvation. His saving grace. His sunshine.

He decided enough was enough. He spoke to HR and Naveen and they gave them the green light. Leah had already made a great reputation in the hospital for her work ethic, her passion and her compassion. So why waste anymore time?

Ethan was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice Leah come in. "Woah woah Ethan. Are you trying to wear the carpet thin? You just got this office?!" Ethan looked up and saw Leah leaning against the door, with a smile. She was wearing a green blouse with a black pencil skirt. Ethan approved mentally.

"Hey sunshine."

"Hey yourself." She said as she closed the door and stepped into Ethan's embrace. He buried his face into her hair, and inhaled the lavender scent, which immediately soothed him. To him, she smelled like spring. She was perfect.

God, could you be any more sappier Ethan? Be a man.

But he knew, that if Leah even looked his way, he would be down on his knees.

"How was your day?" Ethan asked as he kissed her crown.

"It was so productive. I saved a nine year old girl today. Seeing her parents happy... It was beautiful."

"Well, I never doubted you once." He said with a tender smile, cupping her cheeks. "Also, do you have plans for tonight?"

"Yeahhhh, today is just an ordinary day, with no anniversary whatsoever. I was planning on going home and binging on greys-"

"Sunshine, don't talk shit."

"Hey, but you still love me."

"That I do... Anyways I have made a reservation in 'Osteria' tonight to celebrate our anniversary."

"E, you know that I wouldn't mind staying in bed and drinking cheap wine right?"

"I know, but I want to spoil my baby!! Be ready, I will pick you up by seven."

"I will be ready."

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Ethan rolled up to Leah's penthouse and send her a message. He had donned his black tux but had skipped the tie. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his crisp white shirt. He was going to call her again, when he heard a tap on the window. He looked up and the phone almost fell out of his hands.

Leah stood in front of him, wearing a black evening gown. It was an off shoulder, which showed her collarbones. She was also wearing the ruby stone necklace, her birthstone, which Ethan had gifted her on her birthday. Her jet black hair had been tied up to a messy side bun, a few rebellious strands blowing in the night wind. He steeped out to open the door for her when he almost tripped at the sight.

The dress had a slit which almost went up to her thighs, putting those glorious bronze legs on display.

God, she was gonna be the death of me.

"Wow. You look gorgeous Dr. Garcia."

She blushed red. "You don't look so bad yourself Dr. Ramsey." He pecked her on her lips.

"Shall we?" He opened the door for Leah, like a true gentleman.

"Yes, we shall." Leah giggled and stepped in. Ethan walked around and sat in the driver's seat, and they pulled out of the curb.

The entire ride was filled with jokes, heated gazes and silent promises. Ethan had placed his hand on her bare thigh, slowly caressing it. Leah knew that it was risky to wear such a gown, but she took the chance anyway. And now here she was, slowly going crazy with Ethan's hand on her thigh.

She wanted to devour him. He looked delectable and so very handsome in a tux. The open buttons, gave her a peak of his collarbones and she literally salivated. Collarbones have always been her weakness.

Soon, they showed up at the restaurant. After handing of the keys to the valet, and borderline threatening him that if there was even one scratch, he would have a nice chat with the manager, they headed towards the restaurant.

"God Ethan, you are such a Karen." Leah giggled.

"I maybe old, but I got that reference!! And no, I am not. I am particular."

"Whatever floats your boat babe." She linked her hands in his and they headed towards the hostess.

"Welcome sir and ma'am. Do you have a reservation?" The hostess asked.

"Yeah... Please check under the name Ramsey."

The hostess checked the log book for a long time. Ethan started sweating. What was taking her so long?

"I am afraid but, there is no reservation under that name sir." The hostess replied timidly, after Ethan's cool eyes landed on her.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Hundred percent sir."

"But it does not make sense...I called two months before to get a reservation... Do you have any empty tables?" Ethan said, pinched the bridge of his nose, slowly getting frustrated.

"Sorry sir but... All the tables are occupied."

Goddammit Ethan!! You had one fucking job.

He led Leah back to the valet and ran a hand through his hair. "I am so sorry sunshine. I just wanted this evening to go perfect and I had to go fu-"

Leah put a finger on his lips. "No. You haven't fucked anything up. It's the gestures that counts. Also, the night is young."

"But you heard the hostess-"

"Well, I have some ideas on how we can spend our anniversary." Ethan just gave her a quizzical look. She took the car keys from the valet and turned towards Ethan and winked. "Get in the car Ramsey. Get ready for the best night of your life."

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"So your 'best night' includes shopping at Target??" Ethan asked amusement sparkling in his ocean blue eyes.

"Shut up. Where we are going, we need a little more casual clothing."

"But I like your gown. It helps me slip my hand-"

"Shh Ethan!! We are in public. Keep it PG 13 for now." Leah said, as she blushed red. Ethan just laughed, enjoying teasing her.

Leah proceeded to pay for the clothes and pushed Ethan into the changing room with his set of clothes. Ethan simply obliged because by the look of the determined glint in her eyes, he didn't want to be trampled by a woman on a mission.

The dark jeans fit him perfectly and the grey V-neck fit him snugly. He was wearing his slip ons when Leah came out of the dressing room, smoothening her outfit.

She was wearing a black tank top which she tucked into a baby pink skater skirt. On top of the tank top, she had slipped on a denim jacket. "How do I look babe?" She asked as she observed herself in the mirror.

"You know that even if you wore a potato sack, you would still be the prettiest woman I have ever laid my eyes on, right?" Ethan said earnestly.

She gave a soft smile and kissed his bearded cheek. She plopped down next to him and slipped on her white converse hightops.

"Seriously sunshine? Converse again? You literally have so many at home."

"Well I don't have this style. And you know what they say, 'once a converse girls, always a converse girl'." She said as she brushed him off.

"Sunshine.... literally no one says that."

"It's all in the details, E. C'mon let's go."

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After a half an hour drive, Leah pulled into the make shift parking lot near the docks. They got out and Ethan let out an appreciative whistle. "Wow."

Leah had brought them to the annual fair, where there were tonnes of food stalls and gaming places. The entire place had been decorated with LED lights that were illuminating the Boston night sky. The Ferris wheel stood tall and proud, moving at a gentle pace. The place was littered with a number of game stalls like 'shoot the bottle' and 'ring toss' where people competed to get a prize. Fairy lights hung from the trees around there and a number of people were sitting under them, laughing, eating and drinking cheap beer.

On the other end there were a number of food stalls open, which were being catered by the numerous food joints in the city. The crowd near the ice cream vendors and the cotton candy vendors were unreal.

"Oh. My. God. Ethan they have go karting as well!!" Leah exclaimed grabbing Ethan's arm and pointing towards the make shift track. The karts had designs in various neon colors and the entire track had been painted with glow in the dark paint.

Leah continued to point at the different places and stalls, talking excitedly, but Ethan's eyes stayed glued to Leah's face with a small smile. The child like wonder in her brown eyes made Ethan melt. Her voluminous dark hair blew with the wind, caressing Ethan's face. The way the neon lights reflected on her caramel skin, the way there was an pearly smile on her face and the way she clutched Ethan's arm made his heart do somersaults.

"Are you even paying attention?" Leah asked, breaking Ethan from his reverie.

"Sorry, I didn't get the last part. Was blow away by how beautiful the view is."

Leah rolled her eyes and smacked Ethan's arm. But there was a small smile on her face.

"Let's go to the go karting place."

"Oh yes. Can't wait to see you behind in the dust." Ethan said with a teasing smile.

"Oh honey. I can't wait to see your face after I defeat you. If you think I am going to go easy on you just because I love you, you are very very wrong." Leah said with a coy smile.

"Oh you are so on. Winner can ask the loser anything and buys snacks."

"Let's do this." Leah said as she cracked her knuckles.

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"So...what do I ask you?" Leah questioned herself, with her fingers tapping against her chin. She had won hands down. She got a tacky medal which she decided to wear for the rest of the evening. She just continued to wear a smug smile on her face, so that she could annoy Ethan.

"Please, just get it over with." Ethan groaned as he munched on the caramel popcorn.

"Hmmm.... Which is your favourite place to kiss me?"

"Hmmm..that's a tough question.. see, my favourite place is your pussy but I think your neck would be my favourite place to kiss." Ethan mused.

"Why?" Leah asked as she took a bite of bite of the cotton candy, letting it dissolve on her tongue.

"There are three reasons- One, the moment I kiss your neck, you have that wanton and 'fuck me' expression which drives me crazy. Secondly, the moans you let out are....oh Lord. Just thinking about them gives me a bad case of blue balls. And lastly, you become so wet and ready for me... It makes the experience much more memorable." He said nonchalantly as he continued to munch on the popcorn, seeing Leah's reaction from the corner of his eyes.

Leah was blushing wildly. Ethan may come across as a gentleman but his dirty talk made her knees weak like jello. He could speak things that would make a priest blush. "That's not true." Leah weakly objected as she stuffed her face with cotton candy.

"Oh really? So if I do this.." Ethan reached to place a hot, wet kiss on the spot below her ear. Leah's mouth opened slightly at the intense feeling. Her body flushed wildly. Her toes curled as Ethan continued to lick and suck. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter when his teeth sank into the tender spot on her neck. After what seemed like eternity, he pecked it and moved back to admire his handiwork. "....it won't do anything?" He asked in a husky voice.

Leah didn't dare to look at him because she knew that if she would, her face would betray everything. Also she didn't want to see the shit eating grin on his face.

"Shut up." Leah grumbled as she tore and ate her cotton candy more aggressively.

"But I didn't say anything!"

"I know what you are thinking so shush."

Ethan laughed a deep laugh, his dimples on display as he wrapped his hand around her waist. "It's okay sunshine. You can tie me up and have your way later." He said as he kissed her crown.

"Oh look, there is a shooting booth." Leah said, changing the topic before her mind could go into full fantasy mood of Ethan being below her, moaning her name as she rode him six ways to Sunday.

They reached the stall which was decorated in a western country style. "Howdy! Wanna shoot somethings?"

"I'm a healer but.." Leah picked up the shotgun and loaded it while Ethan rolled his eyes. He will never understand her obsession with anime.

"Shoot all the balloons on that board and then you can choose what prize you want." The guy with the handlebar moustache said.

With quick precision, she shot all the balloons in a matter of seconds. She then twirled the gun around her finger and blew the smoke away. "And that's, how you do it in the wild wild west." She said in a smoldering voice.

Ethan and the gamekeeper had their jaws on the floor.

Could she get any more attractive? Ethan asked himself.

"Damn girl.." the old guy with the funny moustache spoke.

Leah gave out a short laugh. "If you don't mind, can I get those rose tinted glasses?" She pointed to a pair of cat eye sunglasses.

"Sure girlie."

After wearing them she grabbed Ethan and walked hand in hand towards the next booth. "Sunshine, what is the point of these glasses if they can't even cover your eyes?"

"These are stylish and I can wear them when I am going out."

"I don't think I can ever understand your sense of fashion."

"Uh duh!! You guys can't even distinguish between 'peacock blue' and 'turquoise' colour."

"Is there even a difference between them?" Ethan asked incredulously.

"A fine example right here."

Ethan lightly shoved her but Leah just held onto their intertwined fingers. She pulled him to her, went on the tip of her toes and kissed him. Ethan cupped her cheek and kissed her slowly and tenderly. The sounds of people talking, the mainstream pop music playing through speakers, everything disappeared as they kissed each other under the neon lights.

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"Oh god...I am so full!" Leah groaned she leaned back on her hands. They were sitting under a secluded tree, with golden fairy lights hanging off them.

"Sunshine, I think you will have to roll me out of here." Ethan groaned as his hands caressed her bare thighs, which she had thrown over his lap. He picked up their popsicle sticks, and threw them in a perfect arc, into the nearby dustbin.

"I can't roll out a 6 feet something skyscraper on my own. I would die."

"Sucks to be short." Ethan stuck his tongue out.

"Hey your tongue is blue!!" Leah exclaimed.

"And your is red from the strawberry flavour." He observed.

"Wanna make purple?" Leah asked slyly, waggling her eyebrows.

Ethan guffawed at the expression and soon she also joined in his laughter. She clutched her stomach. "Oww....shouldn't try to laugh too much. Gosh, I shouldn't have taken that second helping of Quesadillas."

"C'mon let's take you home." Ethan stood up and grabbed Leah's hand so that he could pull her up to stand. She dusted her skirt and then intertwined their fingers. She leaned against him, as they headed towards the exit.

"Sunshine?"

"Hmm?"

"I had a lot of fun today. Thank you."

"You can thank me in different ways later." Leah said, as her brown eyes darked with desire.

Ethan just smirked and squeezed her to his side.

"That's a promise baby."

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The moment they entered Ethan's penthouse, Ethan pressed Leah against the door. Leah's let out a sharp breath and she looked up at the stormy blue eyes. She could see the desire and the lust swimming in those blues of his and she could also feel the desire in her, ignite like a slow fire.

Ethan cupped her cheek and pulled her in for a heated kiss. She went on her tiptoes to meet him half way. With their lips locked in a passionate embrace, she still felt that he was too far away. So, she hooked her fingers on the belt loops and tugged him closer to her.

Getting the memo, he moved closer until they was no space between them except their clothes. Ethan reached to take her jacket off, which he threw across the room. The need to get her naked, writhing and moaning under him, was becoming overwhelming.

She took out Ethan's shirt and moaned when she felt his warm skin on hers. She wrapped her arm around his neck while she laid her other hand on his bare chest. Her dainty fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. They caressed his chest, his back, his abs and were about to go lower, to his happy trail when he growled and caught them.

He grabbed her thighs and lifted her so that her legs were around his waist. He took her hands and pinned them against the door. The kiss was a fight for dominance, where nobody seemed to be a clear winner. Leah slipped her tongue into his mouth and he groaned appreciatively.

He tastes like ambrosia, sweet nectar and all the good things in life. Leah knew that she could never ever get over the way he tasted.

Ethan lifted her with ease and led her to the first surface he found, the dining table. He moved his hands under her tank top and groaned when he found out she wasn't wearing a bra.

"God Leah, you know how much control it takes to be around you? That when you pull such stunts on me, I just want to bend you over and fuck you on the first surface I find?"

"So what's stopping you?" Leah asked. She pulled him in for another searing kiss.

"After I am done with you...you won't be able to walk for a week." He spoke in a husky voice, filled with need. He took of her tank top and growled appreciatively at the sight of her breasts.

Leah smiled coyly. "Don't make promises you can't keep Ramsey." Ethan just narrowed his eyes and kissed her with so much force, that it made her gasp. His hands reached for her ass and squeezed it.

He then descended on her neck kissing and licking the small droplets of sweat accumulated on her neck. He slowly grinding against her heat, making her aware of how badly he needed her. His hands went from her ass to her breasts. He massaged it before pinching the nipples. Leah yelped. Ethan did not once show her mercy, as he stimulated each sensitive spot on her body. Leah felt as if her nerves were on fire.

He slowly made his way down south, leaving fiery hot kisses on her body. Not having any patience left, he just lifted her skirt up and quickly slid her panties out. Seeing her exposed pussy just made his jeans tighter around his growing erection. He blew air on her wet cunt, leaving goosebumps on their wake. "What are you doing?" Leah asked breathlessly. She was finding it hard to keep her eyes open due to the desire coursing through her veins.

"What we do on a table Sunshine.... Eat." His dark blue eyes met her brown ones and he licked her dripping slit, slowly. Leah thought she was going to loose it at that very instant.

He gripped her thighs and threw them over his broad shoulders and proceeded to eat her out, properly . He swirled his tongue on the sensitive bud of nerves and then went on to stick his tongue into her wet pussy.

He let out a moan, which resonated deep in her core.

He never once slowed his pace. He continued to lap up all the moisture. He alternated between her clit and her cunt. As he pushed his fingers in her, and fucked her, Leah climbed higher and higher. Her stomach started to tighten, with the need to release.

"Oh god...I am gonna come..."

Ethan stopped his hand movements and rose to his full height. Leah's eyes snapped open and she glared at him.

"Fuck you Ethan!! Who the hell gave you the fucking righ- ohhhh."

He shoved his dick slowly into her, enjoying the way her walls clenched around him. They fit each other perfectly. Like two jigsaw puzzles. You couldn't differentiate, where he ended and where she started.

This..this was heaven.

He slowly moved, in and out. But Leah wasn't having it.

"Ethan, I want you to fuck me."

"Are you sure you can handle it sunshine?"

"I ain't no weak bit-" Leah couldn't complete her sentence because at that moment he snapped his hips and started fuking her. He held her hips with one hand for leverage and his other hand gently squeezed her throat, feeling her rapid pulse under his hand.

He did not let go of the punishing rhythm he had set. He moved his hips in such a way that he hit her on that spot which made Leah see stars. It was quite a view for Ethan. The moonlight streaming through the glass facade and illuminating her sheen skin. Her eyes half closed, her breasts moving with every stroke and her legs wound around his hips.

"Please, please, please let me come." Leah choked.

Ethan also felt a tingle in his lower back and his abs constructing. He was close too. His strokes became faster and shorter.

"Okay sunshine. Come."

Just that one word and Leah obeyed. She felt a burst of pleasure rush through her body, setting every part of her alight. She saw fireworks behind her eyelids. She hadn't even come down when, Ethan's release caused her to have another mini orgasm.

It was too much. Way too much. Aftershocks racked her body and tears streamed down her face as she soared through cloud nine.

Without pulling himself out, he gathered Leah in his arms and took her to the bedroom. He gently laid her down on the bed and pulled out and headed to the bathroom to get a washcloth. Leah winced and felt empty like a crater.

Ooooh boy, gonna feel that tomorrow.

Her eyes were closed as she tried to catch her breath and get her head straight. Ethan slowly wiped her neck, her stomach and her sore centre, instantly cooling her body down. He threw the washcloth into the laundry basket and slid into his bed. He wrapped his strong arms around Leah and pulled her close to him. He bent down to kiss her lips tenderly.

"I love you sunshine."

"Happy six months, babe. I love you." She gave a tired smile and they both slipped into a dreamless sleep.

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