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bakugoulovesme · 3 years

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Bakugou x Reader

Title: Long Story Short

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, various pro heroes (mentioned), original character (who is not the reader)

Word Count: 2,783

Warnings: mentions of toxic ex, passing out, hospital visits (dw it’s all good), gross fluff

Summary: You had a terrible breakup that made you stop hero work. Now, three years later, you are dating Bakugou Katsuki and you jump back in the saddle.

A/N: Pro hero au! Lmao guys be nice I haven’t written a full fic since 2018.. oof... request headcanons pleeeaaaseee <3 (OOOH OOOH also this is the first of a very tentative series of stories based on Taylor Swift’s albums Evermore and Folklore,, AND this was crossposted on ao3)

You told yourself never again on a night much like this one, three years ago. You remember it all very distinctly. Nyx had already promised you a change of pace, somewhere as far away from him as you could get. They were standing behind you on the rooftop, a good few paces back. It was considerate, really: giving you space so that you could have your moment of dramatic catharsis. You remember bouncing on your toes once before sparring a glance over your shoulder at them. The blank motorcycle helmet that was a staple of their hero costume stared back at you, emotionless. They offered you a single nod. You turned forward again, facing the wind. You turned the ring over and over in your hand for a few more minutes, longer than you wanted to. It seemed cliché to you even then, when the wound was still so fresh, to get rid of the ring in such an over the top way. But damn, if it didn’t feel absolutely amazing.

And tonight you are standing atop the roof of that twenty-story building again. And Nyx, lovely Nyx, is standing behind you with their expressionless motorcycle helmet boring into your soul and their harrowing silent wisdom making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “I’m not so sure that I’m ready,” you say after a beat. Your hero costume feels strikingly familiar and foreign all that at the same time. You play with the waistband of the jumpsuit absentmindedly.

“I am,” they say as if it is the easiest thing in the world. Don’t they know how hard this is? Shouldn’t they of all people understand? “And he is, too.”

They got you. They always do.

You heave a sigh—no turning back now. You take a deep breath and remind yourself that you can do this, that you are in fact a capable hero. Three years. You haven’t done this in three years.

Fuck. Can you do this? What if…

“I know what you're thinking,” Nyx says, allowing emotion to seep into their tone for the first time tonight. “And, I hate to break it to you, but… you are already doing it.”

“This is barely a patrol,” you grumble.

“Not a traditional one, no, but remember you’re still in your trial period. You are technically only my sidekick right now.” You don’t need to see the expression Nyx is wearing to be certain that they are smiling.

“Ugh, don’t remind me.”

The universe does not leave you much time to wallow in self-pity. Less than half an hour later, there’s a call. A building is collapsing. The number four hero, Edgeshot, has already taken care of the villain responsible, so it is time for clean-up duty: your specialty. All in a matter of thirty seconds, you shove your helmet onto your head (it matches the one Nyx sports; all of their sidekicks wear them) and run to grab onto Nyx as they teleport you to the scene. Gone is the gentle night air; here, everything is hot. The villain must be using some quirk-enhancing drug. (The damage they caused in their dragon form puts Ryukyu to shame.) Several voices chatter into your ears at once filling you and Nyx in. Nyx was gone the second they dropped you off, working as fast as they could to teleport people out of the upper floors of the building.

Adrenaline pushes you forward but you are stopped quickly, debris already blocking your path into the ground level of the building. Luck must be on your side tonight because you can see the number two hero, Hawks, fly in as he uses his feathers to aid in the evacuation. You feel comfortable enough to ask Nyx through the helmet to get you inside. And they do. You could not imagine how disorienting it must be for them because, after just your second leap of the night, you are incapacitated for at least fifteen seconds.

When the world rights itself again, you realize you have already put your shield up to protect yourself from the smoke. It does not take long to find the group of survivors to the left of you, trying—and failing—to break out of a crumbled window. You see eighteen at first glance, but as you approach, you can see a group of children, four of them all huddled together. Twenty-two, then. You drop your shield as you approach them. “Help is here,” you inform them, attempting to keep your sentences short so your helmet will translate them faster.

“Now, everyone remain calm. Everything will be okay.” Any doubts you had earlier have been seared away. You are met with thankful sobs and incoherent clambering. You direct them to stand around you, as close as they can fit. The children are lifted into their parent’s arms as everyone scrambles forward. As soon as all twenty-two are comfortably within range, you activate your quirk again. One of the children lets out an awed gasp at the buzzing bubble of blue energy that has formed.

You find yourself smiling.

“What do we do now?” An older woman asks incredulously, her entire body shaking in fear.

“We wait.” She opens her mouth to retort, but you continue. “Once the upper floors of the building and the surrounding block are completely evacuated, I will get us out of here.”

“Are you sure you can do it, Miss Hero?” A little girl asks. “My Daddy says heroes can’t really do anything...”

Her father has the decency to look horrified, but you just laugh. You crouch down to make eye contact with her, “I’m very sure I can do it. Do you wanna know why?”

She leans away from her father slightly, turning towards you with her eyes full of stars. It takes you a second to reply as you get the go-ahead that everything is clear. Perfect.

“Because… you are going to help me, of course!” You exclaim, removing your helmet. This forces you to use the translator that you wear around your neck which is not as loud (or clear), but you think it’s a good trade-off. The adults (and the other children) who were momentarily distracted hearing you speak to the little girl will need the comfort of a human face for the next part, this much you are sure. You gesture for the girl to be put down and you take her hand in one of your glowing ones. A little boy wriggles out of his mother’s grasp and grabs your other hand. You beam.

“Now you two have a very important job: you have to keep everyone brave!”

“How we s’posed to do dat?” The boy asks.

“Simple. You will walk with me in the front, okay? We can even sing a little song so everyone knows to keep walking,” you explain with a smile, more genuinely happy than is probably appropriate. The other children wrestle themselves out of their parent’s arms and grab their hands fiercely, ready to help drag them along. The pair holding your hands only take a minute to consider before nodding solemnly.

The boy leads the little marching tune as you calmly begin leading everyone towards the front of the building. It’s at the moment that your shield touches the front wall that the building comes down. Hard.

So much for raining small chunks, the full weight of the building crashes down around you. It makes you lightheaded, but you force yourself not to show any distress. You just keep walking, hunks of the building being forced out around the bubble. Suddenly though, something smacks into your shield from the inside and you lurch forward. Your eyes screw shut as you focus completely on regaining control.

“Daddy!” The little girl yells as she pushes past the group to reach her father, still frozen in shock against the farthest side of the bubble. You didn’t even feel her drop your hand... Before you can contemplate the fate of your other small charge. The boy squeezes your hand tight. You turn to look at him and smile. One hand grips yours and the other grips a younger girl, his sister you presume, who is latched onto their mother, as well.

You are more out of it than you realize because in no time at all, the girl is back holding your hand, dragging her father behind her. He looks sickly pale. Deep breath. “Everything’s okay. Almost over. Everyone please just keep being brave for me,” you say, squeezing the kids’ hands.

You close your eyes again and put everything you have into walking normally. Pushing. Pushing. It feels like you let the smoke in; there doesn’t seem to be enough air for you. You can’t remember feeling this tired, at least not in a long time. Just as you reach your limit—when you are certain you are going to fail to leave all these people to get tragically smushed—there is loud cheering. Huh?

You force your eyes open. Floodlights. People. Ambulances. Reporters descending upon the lot of you, now that the danger has passed. You can finally breathe. You drop the shield and fall to your knees.

Hmm. The ground is warm, and a lot more comfortable than you could have ever imagined. Your last thought before you blackout completely is a barely coherent image of cats rolling around on the warm concrete.

All you can hear is his voice.

For a second, the sound tricks you. You must be in your bed, at home. The heart monitor comes in second. A wave of nausea hits you as the disorientation sets in. You try to open your eyes but decide against it immediately. You don’t think your eyelids so much as fluttered, how could they when they weigh a thousand pounds each?

His voice is what grounds you again, makes you feel more centered. You think you might even be able to tell which way is up. You can hear him but you can’t hear him. Your brain is much too full of mush at the moment to hear anything with clarity. Everything feels sloshy; even still you attempt to move your hand towards the sound of his voice. As soon as you begin moving, his hands have met yours and his voice is softer. You still can’t hear him but you can feel him. His hands, as always, are hot and sweaty. You had always thought your hands were the hottest and the sweatiest, that is until you met Bakugou.

“Ka-” you try to speak but your voice is much too hoarse from disuse.

“Teddy bear,” you can finally hear him, “are you okay?”

You rumble in agreement and make a great effort to move your head in a gentle nod. He makes you regret agreeing all within a second. Now he is yelling and your eyes are all but forced open at the sound of it.

“Katsuki,” you groan.

“What the fuck were you thinking running into a collapsing building, dumbass? You’re still just a fucking sidekick.”

You huff feeling a little more like yourself the longer you hear him talk. “That’s just a technicality.”

“Regardless, I…” Katsuki lets out a deep growl, “you fucking scared me, teddy bear.”

“I’m sorry, Katsu” is all you can think to say as he cups your cheek and leans forward to rest his forehead against your own. You revel in the closeness, even the skin of his forehead is hot against you.

“I hope you know you aren’t off the hook, idiot, but I am really proud of you,” the glare he fixes you with doesn’t match his words.

You can’t stop yourself from beaming.

“So, how much time before you get back to being that dumbass’s sidekick?” He asks as he spares a glance from the road to look at you leaned up against the window in the passenger's seat.

“I should be good to go by Monday, believe it or not.”

The look he gives you tells you he doesn’t.

“I’ll call the doctor if you want,” you insist. You ignore the rush of nausea that hits you as you sit up and give him an indignant look.

He rolls his eyes. He takes a hand off the wheel to push you gently back so you’re resting against the window again. You sigh in relief at the feeling of the cool glass on your cheek. You can see him worry his lip a bit before he bites out, “I believe you.”

“Hmm I don’t know about that,” you start, “but, I meant it when I said me being a sidekick is just a technicality. I was a big hero before I ever came to Japan and met you.”

He huffs. Regardless, he nods his head in agreement. He does know that you were a big hero. An annoyingly selfless one too, that’s what got you hurt in the first place. He doesn’t say anything more though, he’s happy enough to let you fall asleep with the words to some stupid song on your lips. Even if he wasn’t driving he would be wide awake. Seeing you fall to the ground like that made him sick.

He shudders. He really thought he was ready for you to start hero work again, but… Seeing you like that was a lot to handle. Almost too much. He knows it’s hard for you too. You’ve had to watch him throw himself into danger countless times at this point. He hasn’t figured out how you handle the stress with such grace. He can practically see the look you would give him if he said that to you, he can practically hear your voice assuring him that the way you handle it is anything but graceful. Why is he imagining this conversation? He could be having it with you. It’s not like you’re dead or--

“Katsu, you’re going to get wrinkles if all you do is frown all the time. You’ll look like my Grampy,” you laugh as his frown deepens, “Really, babe, what’s wrong?”

He replies immediately, “Nothing. We’re almost home.”

“I know, but don’t think you can escape a conversation about whatever this,” you gesture at him vaguely, “Whatever this is.”

He growls as he pulls into the parking garage for the apartment building, but he decides not to comment. Instead, he takes the opportunity to tease you and poke at your ribs as he helps you toward the door.

Walking mixed with the impromptu tickle fight leaves you weaker than you thought you would be. You almost eat shit in the elevator when he lets go of you for just a second to punch the button to your floor. “Fuck, baby, are you okay?” He launched toward you as soon as you wobbled, catching you with his strong arms around your waist securely.

You groan softly and bury your face in his chest as the elevator starts to move. “I am now,” you say muffled as you nuzzle your face against his pecs.

“Perv,” he spits out, pushing your face away while still keeping an arm around you to keep you upright. He has to drag you down the hall to your shared apartment because you are so stubborn: refusing to be carried while being virtually unable to walk. He knows that’s a large part of why he loves you so his griping is lighthearted.

He leads you to the couch and plops you down onto the cushions. “You stay here. I mean it. I’m going to make that dumb recipe your mom told me about,” he says. He turns shuffling off to find his apron.

Your stomach turns, but this time in a much more pleasant way. He’s so fucking cute sometimes it makes you sick. Warmth settles over you as you pull the burgundy throw blanket over your shoulders and lie your head down on the scratchy decorative pillows. Everything feels a million times more comfortable now that you are comparing it to the impersonal feeling of a hospital bed.

Well, now everything feels different. Hero work felt different. Talking to Nyx felt different. Waking up in a hospital bed too, didn’t feel as hollow as you remember. You know it’s because of the idiot you can hear maneuvering around the kitchen. He makes everything feel exciting, it’s nothing like before. The apartment is warm, and the couch is a lot more comfortable than you could have ever imagined. As you fall asleep for the first of many sorely needed naps you think of the yearly fireworks your town had as a kid and how alive you felt listening to them. In the other room, Katsuki sparks off a mini-explosion to light the stove.

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cottonblush · 5 years

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misconstrued meetings | kth

❧ word count: 1,921

❧ genre: fluff, fluff, fluff, humor

❧ notes: ugh the ending has me soft i can’t believe i actually wrote this what the heck?? but like it lowkey seems like a crack fic at the beginning and i swear it’s not??

this is the fifth frat party your friend has managed to drag you along to in the span of 2 weeks

and at every party you always see the same dude creepily staring at you

and he looks kinda familiar so you point him out to your friend but she has no idea

she does, however, say that maybe you guys met in another lifetime

and then your friend starts to rant about how cute that would be and she gets this glimmer in her eyes and you’re just like

miss me with that romance bs this is the real world sweetie

anyway you’ve gotten so distracted that you lose track of the creepy yet somewhat cute boy

but you just shrug your shoulders and go to find yourself a drink that isn’t spiked bc you’re the designated driver

eventually you find a nice lil can of sprite and pop it open

then you go back into the mass of people and try to mingle

but like everyone is just grinding and you’re like,,,, no thank you sir

so you’re about to go find somewhere quieter but then the dude from earlier runs up to you

he looks a little different from when you first saw him when you walked in

now he’s practically bouncing up and down and he looks like he’s on the biggest sugar high ever

and you’re about to be like,, dude r u ok

but he beats you to it and he just goes

“asdfwjkdhh have you seen my pet alligator sKREEEEEEE”

and then he runs away screeching????

and you’re like

“wtf this can’t be the guy”

but sure enough you roll up your sleeve and double check

and what he said matches your soulmate tattoo word for word

the first thing you think is,,, ohmygod my soulmate is?? a stalker? who does drugs perhaps???

you think he’s pretty weird tbh

but ofc it’s your soulmate so you run after him and he’s not in the most stable condition so it literally only takes you 4 seconds to catch up

and you grab his shoulder to turn him around

and he looks at you for a good 5 seconds before passing out on you

you’re just glad he didn’t throw up bc like you’re wearing a pretty expensive shirt and

we going: broke hours!!

anyway so you sit him down on a couch and ask around if anyone knows who this guy is

this one guy with rlly cute dimples says

“oh that’s taehyung dw he ate like 20 sugar cookies earlier he should be fine just leave him”

and you’re just like?? “how could i just leave him there? and how are you so nonchalant about this-”

the guy introduces himself as namjoon and says that taehyung lives on the same floor as him in the dorms

and then he asks why you’re so interested and you go

“i mean he could possibly??? be my soulmate,, but like no big deal or anything”

and namjoon is like “oh,,,,,,, oh shit wow rlly?”

and you’re like “yes rlly.. um so i’m just gonna go check on him”

after like 45 minutes taehyung finally wakes up and it happens to be right when you press a hand to his forehead to see if he has a fever or anything

and then you blink and say “are you ok dude? you kinda passed out on me”

he sits up straight and he’s like “yeah dw i’m fine- wait!! what’d you say!”

and you repeat yourself with like an unsure voice and then he just smiles

like he full on beams and you swear you’re looking at the sun even though it’s almost midnight and you’re in a crowded, dark room

and he goes “wow it’s really you:)))))))))))))))” and he starts lifting up his shirt

and you’re just really flustered at this point

“bro what are you doing we’re in public”

taehyung just waves you off and continues to lift up his shirt until it’s up to the middle of his chest

you have to try so hard not to focus on the fact that he has abs and he’s!! hot

but then your eyes land on this little tattoo he has along his ribcage

and it’s exactly what you said to him

and you smile too and show him your tattoo and say

“woah we’re soulmates that’s so cool!”

taehyung replies with “yeah so you wanna date?”

you kinda think it over in your head bc like taehyung is very very very attractive and he seems nice enough

but you eventually say “sorry um ii don’t really believe in the whole love/like at first sight thing but maybe we can be friends”

and it’s true,, your whole life you’ve thought the idea of soulmates is impractical like one day you meet this supposedly perfect person and you’re supposed to be instantly in love? that aint it

and lucky for you taehyung takes it just fine and is like “sure sure i totally get where you’re coming from,, how about we like go out for coffee some time but just as friends”

and you get taehyung’s number and make sure he’s feeling ok enough to stand up and stuff

and you say bye and go find your friend so you can zoom out of there

so you guys go out for coffee the next weekend at this cute café that taehyung recommends to you

it’s pleasantly surprising bc you’ve only been talking for 20 minutes but you feel like you’ve known taehyung since first grade or something

you learn that he loves to make jokes but he doesn’t like puns that much bc he says his roommate has a pun for literally everything and taehyung is: over it

he tells you he’s majoring in chemical engineering and you’re like !! me too

and he’s like,, yeah ik we have 3 classes together

and you’re like “what?? but? i never see you”

he explains that they’re all lecture classes and he sits behind you so you probably wouldn’t notice

and taehyung also wants to bring up the fact that he’s wanted to ask you out way before he knew you were soulmates but he knows you want to be friends first

and if you knew what he was thinking you would be aww-ing and probably soft�� like he’s balling his fists up bc he just wants to tell you he likes you that much

anyway so the totally not romantic get together goes really well and you say

“taehyung you should totally sit next to me in class next time”

and he’s like “ofc see you then”

you part ways and on the way back to your dorm you can’t stop feeling this tingly feeling all over and there’s a huge smile on your face but you’re telling yourself to stay strong bc

you can’t just cave in after seeing him one time

but then you start seeing him everywhere

like in classes and when you’re walking to club and at the cafeteria and at the library and ofc you guys hang out almost every weekend

and you kinda tell yourself,, ok i guess i kinda like this dude??

so anyway it’s been a good two months since you met and you and taehyung are pretty comfortable around each other

like you guys know each others orders at all of your favorite restaurants and you have clothes at each others dorms for when you have secret sleepovers and marathon marvel movies

and all of your friends and taehyung’s friends assume that you guys are a couple

one day you’re thinking and you’re like “i think i’m gonna ask tae out”

so you do and you do it during one of your sleepovers

you and taehyung are wearing matching flannel pajamas and you’re stuffing your faces with cookies and brownies

and you turn to taehyung and tap him on the shoulder

“go out w me”

“what”

“you heard me”

“no but like are you serious”

“yeah why wouldn’t i be???”

cue taehyung’s sunshine smile

he wraps you in a bear hug and releases this huge sigh and is like

“thank god i’ve literally had a crush on you since i saw you at the orientation fair”

and you pause and think for a second and you’re like

“taehyung that was 4 months ago… YOU’VE LIKED ME FOR FOUR MONTHS AND??? DIDN’T TELL ME SHHJSKHDJDHJSDHK DUMBASS OHMYGOD”

and at this point taehyung is super confused bc he rlly thought you’d be happy to hear it but instead you hit him on the head so he’s just like ??? por quay

and you have to force yourself to calm down and explain “the only reason i didn’t want to go out with you is bc i thought you only liked me bc we’re soulmates,, if i knew you had a crush on me!! i’d have said yes”

taehyung scratches his head and says “i thought i made it pretty obvious why do you think i always stared,,, and remember when i came up to you and tried to talk to you even though i knew i was on a sugar high and it was 500% likely i would say something dumb”

you’re just trying to process this bc ,,, taehyung thinks ‘have u seen my alligator’ = 'i like u’

and your eyebrows are scrunched together and you’re just trying to form a sentence to express how dumb you think he is

so you don’t notice him inching closer and closer

until he plants a lil peck on your lips and you blink once… twice… thrice

that!! just happened

taehyung just kissed you:))))

but he looks totally calm while you’re basically a tomato

and he does this half smirk half smile and is like “does this mean i can brag to people that you’re my gf/bf”

you hit taehyung on the head again

aNYWHO!!

so you and taehyung as a couple!

you two decide to join the bird watching club and like half the time it’s just you actually trying to find cool looking birds and taehyung stealing kisses and hiding your binoculars

and the other half of the time is when you actually want to be cuddly and sweet n stuff but taehyung is a tease so he ignores you and is like “woah is that an owl!! haha look y/n it’s an owl”

your movie marathons only get more frequent and sometimes you invite namjoon and even taehyung’s roommate seokjin (much to taehyung’s dismay)

coffee dates!! whenever one of you has a stressful test or project and needs to unwind

and also you two surprise each other with pastries from the café when you see each other in class

taehyung loves to share his hoodies with you

you think it’s rlly cute that his mom still sews his name into the tags of all of his favorite clothes

so imagine your surprise when one day you go to slip on this bright red sweatshirt of his and you glimpse at the tag and you see taehyung and y/n

you’re so soft because taehyung feels proud enough of this relationship to tell his parents about you and now you can’t wait to meet his mom bc she seems like the sweetest person ever

overall you and taehyung are just super sweet and goofy and you just fit so well together that you’ve managed to convince yourself that this whole soulmate system must be real bc you honestly can’t see yourself without him

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porkchop-ao3 · 5 years

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... Happily Ever After

I gave a nice neat ending to Tailor and Hairstylist, it’s only fair I do the same for Ice Cream Rick and reader :) (dw I have another fic with these two planned shh) I hope this gives you the warm and fuzzies. It is SFW but involves intoxication.

Enjoy!

Our relationship had always been one prone to moving quickly. After meeting I.C at RickCon, he and I fell hard for each other in only a matter of weeks, I had been completely smitten within a month of knowing him and by the way he treated me I could only assume he felt the same way. We never really slowed down, our love for each other gaining momentum until neither one of us could imagine being without the other, and spending nights apart was becoming damn near painful. I wanted to spend as much time as possible with him, I wanted to live with him. So when I heard that he had been looking at houses without telling me, I felt odd. Not knowing whether it was safe to get my hopes up, I confronted him.

“Are you moving out?” I asked him outright. A weird mix of confusion, hopefulness, but not wanting to get ahead of myself, filling me completely; I'd been unable to think about much else since I had heard.

I.C’s head snapped towards me from his mixing bowl. We were downstairs in his ice cream lab and he was mixing up a new flavour, putting together drops of syrups, ground up, dried ingredients fresh from the mortar and pestle, stirring them into a pink paste in his bowl. He stopped moving when I'd asked him, though, hands pausing mid stir.

“I spoke to Beth earlier on, when you were down here. She mentioned you'd been looking at houses, she only said it as a throw away thing… it looked like she didn't mean to. She went all red when I asked what she was on about.”

“She did? Huh,” I.C was frowning, looking extremely confused. His expression so extreme that I questioned it's sincerity. “I don't know why she'd say that.”

“You weren't looking at houses? She said you were looking online.”

“Uhhhh,” he scratched his head, puffed some air through his lips and looked up at the ceiling. “I don't…” he trailed off, shaking his head. He looked stumped.

“Rick?” I cocked my brow at him.

“Yeah?” He glanced at me hopefully.

“You're being weird,” I smiled a little strangely at him.

“Am I ever not weird?” He chuckled.

I leaned against the counter and tilted my head expectantly. He scrubbed a hand over his face, sighing loudly and finishing it off with a little groan.

“I didn't want to say anything just yet,” he begrudgingly admitted. “I really didn't want to say anything until I had it all figured out.”

“Well you have to say something now!” I exclaimed, chuckling.

“I've been looking into this for a little while, just feeling things out, you know? Nothing serious. I just wanted to…” he trailed off again and looked at me. I waited quite a while before he spoke again. “I was thinking that we should– or we could start looking for, uh, for somewhere we could live together.”

“Huh?” My response was so stupid sounding I wanted to punch myself. It wasn't as if I wasn't expecting it.

“We don't have to. It's just, it's been getting so hard not having our own space. W-w-we're always worrying about someone coming home or knocking on the door or whatever. It'd be so good to just be alone and have our privacy, don't you think?”

“Oh god, yeah it would be. I know what you're saying.”

“So is that a yes?” He beamed hopefully, only a hint of nervousness behind his smile. He knew just as well as I did that we were headed this way, it was an obvious unspoken fact that we both wanted this.

“Of course!” I matched his smile and he turned to me, going in for a hug. I stopped him with my words, and his hands settled on my waist instead. “But I have some questions,” I pursed my lips, frowning in thought.

“Hold onto them,” he held a finger up to me before whipping off his apron and putting his bowl away in a fridge under his desk. “I had a plan, I w-was gonna take you somewhere I think you'll love, and make it all romantic before I asked you. We could still go, talk things out there?”

“Oh! Really? You were gonna be all romantic?” I smiled, my heart warming as much as my cheeks.

“You know me, Casanova o-over here,” he smirked, pulling his portal gun out of his pocket. “Uhh, you have any hiking boots?”

“Hiking boots? Sure, at home,” I gave him an odd look, intrigued.

“We'll stop there along the way,” he grinned, shooting a portal at the wall.

When we stepped through the portal after stopping to change my shoes, Rick insisted that he cover up my eyes. He'd handed me a bag full of snacks, and I gripped onto it like a safety harness as I stepped into the unknown. I trusted him with my life, but it was still rather nerve-wracking, especially when my foot met uneven, ragged feeling ground. I was standing on sharp outcrops, I could feel that much through the thick soles of my boots and was grateful for Rick's suggestion to change my shoes.

“You okay sweetheart?” He asked me, standing close with his warm palms cupping over my eyes ever so gently.

“This place isn't scary, is it?”

“I hope not. I don't think you'll find it scary. Are you ready?”

“I am.”

“Alright, 3, 2, 1…” he lifted his hands from my eyes and I blinked a couple of times. My eyes quickly adjusted, and I gasped.

Rick had taken me to what could only be described as a giant crystal. The entire ground as far as the eye could see was covered in glistening points of lavender coloured rock, all of varying sizes. Some points were taller than us, cropping straight up to the sky, some with smaller points growing out from the base, sparkling beautifully. The ground below our feet was covered in tiny crystals, some coming loose, scattered around like pebbles on a driveway. I felt the urge to pick one up as a keepsake, but I resisted.

“What do you think?” Rick stepped around to stand beside me, studying my face.

��I've never seen anything like it. This is incredible! What is it, amethyst?”

“Yep. At least, something close to it. This whole planet is like it, it's essentially a giant inside out geode,” he grinned, letting his eyes roam the scenery.

“How did you find this place? It's absolutely beautiful!” I was flabbergasted, my eyes drying out because I had to remind myself to blink.

“I had some help. I went to a dimension of magpie people,” he started, taking a soft breath.

“They helped you? They really do like shiny things,” I chuckled.

“Not exactly, I went there with the intention of asking for their help, but… turns out it's highly offensive to ask a magpie person about shiny things,”

“Are you pulling my leg?” I finally pulled my eyes away from the scenery to look at him.

“I wish I was! It's a terrible stereotype, they're seriously sensitive about it, apparently,” he shrugged.

“Huh,” I cocked a brow in surprise.

“So instead I asked an old friend of mine, Rick J19-Zeta-7. He knows a lot about geology, he told me about this place,” he held his hand out to me, and I took it in mine. “Careful where you put your feet, baby, I don't want you rolling an ankle.”

Rick led me on a trail through the large crystal points around us. It was like a trail through a forest, and I wondered how many beings had been there before, walking that very path. The crystals under foot were shinier than the rest, as if they'd been polished by the feet of visitors.

After a while we broke off the trail, stepping between two large clusters; tall points with smaller terminations covering the sides of it. I ran my hand over one as we passed, feeling the sharp edges against my skin, not sharp enough to cut but definitely pointy. We found ourselves in a little clearing with some thicker, shorter points, coming out of the ground at such an angle that there were plenty of flat edges for us to sit on. We sat side by side on our makeshift thrones and took a few minutes of quiet there, appreciating the scenery. In my mind, if the place had any sounds to hear it'd be windchimes, but in reality it was almost silent. Save for a quiet whistling as gentle wind blew through the gems.

“Can we live here?” I broke the quiet, hearing him chuckle in response.

“Accidental house viewing?” He laughed.

“It's so peaceful. What sort of healing properties is amethyst supposed to have?”

“You're asking me? I'm a man of science, my dear,” he nudged my side.

“I know you are, but it's interesting to think about, isn't it?”

“It is. Whatever you believe in, there's no doubt this place is relaxing,” he took a deep, gentle breath and leaned back against another outcrop of rock. “Now, you said you had questions? I'm all ears, baby.”

I nodded slowly, studying an edge of rock that had some traces of orange within it as I thought.

“First of all, where would we live? As in, dimensions. I forget this all the time, but… we're from different dimensions, after all,” I pointed out, and Rick hummed in acknowledgement.

“Your dimension. We'd live in yours, in London. Unless you'd prefer somewhere else?”

“But what about you? You can't just leave your family behind,” I looked up at him, my brow arching. He let out a breath and sat up, leaning close to me.

“Angel, don't forget, I have a portal gun. I can go and visit them instantly whenever I want, it'd be no different to living down the street; you don't have that luxury. And I'm not leaving them behind, my family is… is their own family. Honestly, I feel like I'm kind of intruding sometimes, living in their house,” he admitted with a gentle shrug of his shoulders.

“I don't think they see it that way.”

“You know I've already talked to Beth about this. She's happy that I've found you and frankly, I think she's already planned what she's doing with my bedroom when I'm gone,” he snorted, flashing me a little grin.

“You're really okay with that? What about Morty?”

“Morty helps me out a lot, and it's useful having him around all the time. But, he's growing up. One day he'll probably go to college, or get a job, I can't expect him to drop everything to help me forever,” he admitted, scratching his goatee. “But, I have thought about him. I'm gonna make him a special portal gun, one that's just for travelling between our dimensions. That way he can visit whenever he likes.”

“Hmm,” the sound I made wasn't intended to be disapproving, but my face must've told him my inner worries far too accurately because he laughed.

“Don't worry. It won't let him just portal into the house. He'll have to knock on the front door, so we won't get any surprises.”

“Oh, okay,” I smiled, relieved.

“See? I've got it all figured out,” he tapped on the side of his head and nodded.

“Of course you do,” I smirked. “But don't forget Tailor. What happens if two Ricks are living in the same dimension? Isn't there like… like a special law against that?”

Rick burst out into belly laughs, so suddenly he startled me.

“I'm sorry baby, I'm not laughing at you. If- if you knew as many Ricks as–” he cut himself off with more laughter and I sighed, shoving him a little.

“Spit it out!”

“Surely you know Tailor better than I do, and he… he's- you know he hooks up with other Ricks, right?”

“Yeah, he's been pretending he's not in a relationship with that Stylist from RickCon for months.”

“Well, he's far from the only one. I know at least five Ricks who're living with themselves, and that's not even the ones I know from the Citadel,” he explained. “Trust me, there's no laws. We'll be fine.”

“Point taken,” I shrugged. “I didn't realise it was so common.”

“Oh, it's common,” he smirked. I eyed him for a long time, burning questions threatening to spill.

“What about you?” I asked, unable to hold back.

“What about me?” He counter-questioned, straightening up.

“Have you ever… another Rick…” I murmured, going red in the face.

He stared at me for a while, blinking too often, his face hard to read. “What if I have?”

“Well, I'd think that was fine. I mean, if I had a wealth of me's out there at the end of a portal gun I might've done the same,” I shrugged.

“In that case, hell yeah I have,” the wall of stoic broke and he grinned.

“Really? Wow…” my lips curled into a small smile as a few images flitted through my mind. Rick caught my chin in his hand and turned my head to look at him.

“Any further questions?” He smirked.

“Oh, I could think of a few… but none about our living arrangements,” I mirrored his expression and he chuckled, before leaning in to kiss me.

The moving process went surprisingly smoothly. I had lived in my childhood home my whole life, having never moved before, but Rick made sure that everything was accounted for and took care of almost everything. We found a nice house not too far from Tailor's studio, within walking distance, which would be useful since I was eager to continue working there. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, an open plan kitchen and living area with a generous garden and a basement level that worked well for Rick once he'd converted it into his lab. That had been an interesting weekend, the house was crawling with Ricks, since according to I.C they worked far more efficiently than any builders we could hire here on earth. Everything fell wonderfully into place, and while the house still looked pretty sparse in places, it didn't take us long to settle in.

Gosh, it was wonderful. Just having him around whenever we were home, having dinner with him every single evening, curling up in bed with him every single night. We finally felt completely at ease when we were together, no distractions or interruptions, no nothing. Just each other's company. I thought my love for him had reached its peak, but living with him had proved me wrong and I quickly realised the space in my heart for him was infinite. Rick never hid his emotions or feelings, he never hesitated to tell me that he loved me, but it still didn't stop my heart from feeling like it was about to beat out of my chest whenever he said something open and honest.

One night was especially touching, and nothing short of eventful. In the evenings we would sit in front of the TV together, and we'd developed a pretty terrible habit of sharing a tub of his ice cream. That night I hadn't been hungry enough, so he was eating alone. It was just as well, since half way down the tub Rick suddenly frowned, looking down into it with a puzzled look.

“What's up?” I asked, catching his eye. He nodded towards the coffee table that I was sitting closest to and asked me to hand him the lid.

“I just wanna check something,” he murmured. The tubs he kept his ice cream in were plain white with just a few letters written on the lid, signifying what was inside it. He knew what they all meant, not many other people did. He scanned the lid, his eyes widening a little. “Shit.”

“What?”

“Uhhh,” he sat up, putting the lid back on the tub and holding it out to me. “Could you, uh, put that back in the freezer for me?” I took it from him and he rubbed his hands over his face.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, looking down at the lid and failing to make sense of the letters there.

“I, uhh, I fucked up,” he said, letting out a sheepish laugh. “I can only apologise in advance for… for…” he trailed off, looking up at me with eyes that looked a little… off. “That ice cream was highly alcoholic. I picked up the wrong one, and I really shouldn't have eaten half a tub.”

His words were beginning to slur a little.

“You didn't realise? Does it not taste bitter?” I questioned, peeling the lid off and having a sniff. It didn't smell like alcohol.

“Well no, as a rule I don't like adding normal booze into ice cream without processing it a bunch, it makes it too soft. This has alien alcohol in it, which doesn't taste bitter and it- it takes a while to kick in but hooo when it does,” he snickered, slumping back against the sofa. “Like a freight train, baby.”

“Shit, are you okay? It's not dangerous, is it?”

“Only if you let me climb up on the roof, or, or play with knives,” he laughed again. I certainly wasn't seeing the funny side.

“Rick, you never drink! I've never seen you drunk before.”

“Get ready, sweetheart, I'm getting there.” He tried to push himself up from the sofa and failed. “Fuck, this- this is why I stay away from the shit.”

“Oh god, just stay there. I'll get you some water.”

With a sigh I hurried to the kitchen, putting the ice cream in the freezer and filling up a tall glass with water. When I returned he was still on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling.

“I remember this, the room going ‘round in circles. Ugh.”

“Here, have a drink,” He lifted his head and reached for the glass, his hand missing completely on the first try. “Oh, Christ,” I muttered.

Rick held the glass with both hands and took a drink, then handed it back to me. I placed it down on the coffee table and sat back down next to him, watching him in concern.

“I-I-I’m fine, don't look so worried,” he laughed, words really melting together now.

“I am worried. This is hitting so fast,” I gnawed on my bottom lip. He brought his hand down on my knee and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Tha's what it does, baby. I'm fine,” he drew out the last word, shaking his head from side to side. I continued to stare at him as he rolled his head back against the sofa, looking at me with this dizzy smile. “God, you're beautiful.”

I wasn't expecting him to say that, and I raised my brows in surprise.

“I would make love to you, but since there's two of you I wouldn't want to leave one of you out,” he snickered, hoisting himself forwards and draping his body over mine in a loose hug.

“Are you joking, or are you actually seeing double?” I questioned, holding onto him carefully, frozen by worry.

“I'm joking,” he turned his head and mumbled into my neck. “Relax, beautiful,” he kissed my neck once.

“Maybe you should go and lay down, sleep through this,” I suggested. He used my shoulder to push himself up and steady himself. He was blinking slowly, one eye out of time with the other, squinting. Bloody hell, he looked liked he'd spent all day in a brewery.

“You're looking after me, aren't y-you adorable? I-I'll be fine.”

“So you keep saying, but I don't like seeing you like this and I think sleeping will be best for you,” I sighed, stroking his cheek and pushing his hair out of his face for him.

“You're an angel, you know that? So sweet and c-caring. Always thinking about me, l-let's go, hmm?”

“Yeah? You wanna go to bed?”

Rick nodded and wiped some drool away from the corner of his mouth. “I gotta- gotta brush my teeth,” he went to stand up, falling right back down again.

“Yeah… you should, but I don't know if…” I stood up and held my hands out for him to grab onto. “One night won't kill you, I'm not sure if you'll manage.”

“What if they all fall out?” He laughed, finally getting to his feet, though he was extremely unsteady. I had to use all of my strength to keep him upright, guiding him over to the stairs.

“They won't… look, why don't you crawl up the stairs?”

Rick slumped onto his hands and knees at the staircase, laughing away to himself.

“Fuck! I am trashed, aren't I?” He exclaimed, dragging himself up the stairs, my hands ready to grab him if he started to slide. “I ne-need to stop selling that shit, it's inhumane to put a man through this,” he cackled.

“I bet other Ricks can handle this. You aren't used to it,” I sighed.

“You ca-callin’ me a lightweight? Coz that- that's exactly what I am,” he snorted loudly. I cracked a little smile.

We managed to get him up the stairs, and he didn't bother rising to his feet once we reached the top. He crawled his way to our bedroom, banging his head on the door and simultaneously opening it with his head. He grunted and rubbed at his skull.

“Be careful, oh my god, Rick,” I whined, opening the door the rest of the way and flicking the light on. He simply laughed in response. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, didn't feel a thing,” he slurred, carrying on and dragging himself onto the bed. I helped him up, lifting his legs up onto the mattress. He groaned and rolled onto his back, splaying out across the whole bed. I sighed and rubbed the top of his head, wincing. He hummed pleasantly, smiling up at me.

“I am so glad you don't drink, it's like having a toddler,” with a sigh, I reached for his shirt buttons and started to undo them. He made a saucy little sound and wiggled his brows at me. “Calm down, I'm just getting you down to your undies. You don't wanna sleep in your clothes,” I tutted.

He helped me get his shirt off and then I went for his pants, undoing his fly and tugging them down his legs, leaving him in his socks and his boxers. I folded the duvet over him, not bothering to try and pull the rest out from under him.

“Do I need to get a bucket?”

“What for?”

“In case you feel ill,” I said, thinking it was obvious.

“I don't feel sick, I'm fine,” he shrugged.

“I'll get one just in case,” I sighed, sitting down next to him and stroking his hair. I wasn't ready to leave him just yet, I'd wait until he was properly settled down. I felt the need to keep my eye on him, he looked incredibly vulnerable; unable to hold himself up or get himself around.

Rick took my hand in his, pulling it away from his head and bringing it to his mouth. He kissed my fingertips sloppily, chuckling quietly and sighing, closing his eyes. I thought he looked incredibly sweet, despite being so intoxicated. I smiled, very nearly prying my hand from him so I could get up, but he kept me there with his next words.

“Mm, I'm gonna make you my wife one day.”

My heart damn near stopped. My face dropped. Not because I was unhappy about what he'd said, but because of how much it shocked me. We were in love, we'd moved in together, and we were serious about each other; but the words husband or wife had never really crossed my mind.

“You are?” I responded quietly, gripping his hand as he dropped it to the bed, letting my thumb run over the back of his hand.

“Mhm, one day,” he nodded, rolling onto his side and closing his eyes.

I didn't think too much into it. He was absolutely hammered, out of it, not thinking straight. But, his words still meant the world to me, I knew there was at least some sincerity behind them, even if it just meant how much he cared for me. The idea of becoming his wife was something that I could definitely, definitely get used to. But I put it away in the back of my mind with a smile, deciding that whatever happened, as long as I was his, I was happy.

I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple, and then left him – only briefly – to prepare for the no doubt sleepless night I'd have watching over him. I could only hope that the morning hangover would treat him kindly…

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boyfriend!au — l. jeno

( they/them pronouns )

↳ GENRE: fluff

↳ WARNINGS: not proof read, one cuss!! <3 keep in mind this is an au bc i forgot he isn’t supposed to be an idol in this i got confused lol

this is like the fourth time i’ve said this lol but thank you again! i’m still beaming with happiness that you requested qt and i hope this makes u smile a lot

i feel like this could’ve been better,, i’ll proof read it soon,, i promise! 💞💞

lee jeno

the acTUAL CUTEST HUMAN BEING ON THE PLANET OMG he makes me so happy ))):<

and he makes you so happy )):<

and you make him so happy ):<

bf jeno i imagine with his we go up hair,, brown and curly and idk why

anyway

i also don’t know why but heres how i pictured you two meeting::::

you have always been scared of the water,, but your family made you go with them fishing!! and you were having a heart attack from the moment you left the house at 3 am until now, 4 am, when you just got there (:

it was a pretty sight, but you were still hyperventilating and all KEHCMHFKXBS from being scared bc heck who knows what could happen at sea ????1?1??2

all of a sudden you spotted this boy who looked about your age with the brightest smile known to mankind ?? and your heart?

gone. dead in a ditch. miss/mr y/n has died from the best heart attack in the history of humanity

your family went ahead of you while you slowly trailed behind and watched this boy talk to someone who looks to be a father figure or someone

he noticed you a few seconds later,, and damn his smile disappeared for a second and thEN IT CAME BACK !! ANd then he checked you out woohoo get it y/n !!

and a few minutes later, SURPRISE he came in on the same boat as you. you waited in the little area in the middle i’ve only been fishing once leave me alone lol i forgot the names hh part of the boat with a lot of other families,, but you were all alone bc your FAm went out to the outside of the boat while you stared at the ground of the inside bc NERVES

and then you heard someone clear their throat,, so ,, like a lot of people do ,, you looked up where the noise came from and hello sir handsome guy in a white t-shirt with the cute smile was standing right in front of you!! looking down at you!! he looked so HECKING squishable ,, your automatic reaction was let out a small shriek

“hi uh,, my name is jeno, is it okay if i sit with you?” how would anyone say no to this sMILEY BOY AWWWW can you tell my life goal is to make jeno smile

you tried to be as polite as possible aith your yes and he let out his signature eye smile that you already fell in love with after four minutes of knowing of his existence

y’all just talked for a while,, he was mainly interested in why you were looking stressed and once you told him.. he smiled bc hell ur cute

“dw!! you can stand next to me out there, i’ll help you with your anxiety qt!” bro he did that he just called you cute “but only if you agree to maybe ,,, erm,, go get lunch with me or something afterwards.?”

aboRT MISSION ABORT MISSION LEE JENO HAS CALLED YOU CUTE AND ASKED YOU OUT

THATS A MAJOR SCORE

and MEHFNXH love at first sight ugh we stan angels

now that he’s been your bf since a week after and it’s now been a year,, let’s get this yeast and clink our apple juices to bf!jeno!!!!

jeno rarely sleeps with you bc he feels like he’s invading your privacy ugh baby

even though you’ve told him many times to do so,, he refuses

but he absolutely ADORES to lay down next to you and cuddle and watch you read !! he’d always play with your hair ,, and if you don’t have hair he nuzzles his nose into your cheek (: <<<<3

he’d squish his nose into your neck or your cheek, and he would mumble cute lil soft sentences such as “i love you so much” and “you make me so happy” “what the fuck is that on your nose and why is it purple” ah yes we love cute sentences literally aLL the time

he loves to bother you during your daily reading session baby bOy ugh he’d love to take one of your hands off of the book and bringing your hands up to his lips to distract you (:<<

if you’ve read my kisses w nct dream,, you know that i have a strong feeling that he loves to kiss his s/o’s hands and idk why

he’d keep kissing your hand and make this “mm (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)” noise until you start to giggle bc ugh your laugh makes him so giddy and lovey-dovey

his goal all the time is just to get you to be smiley !!

i feel like he’d be comfortable with public affection,, he wouldn’t be afraid to show the world he loves his y/n 🥺🥰☺️☺️

holding hands are his favorite

because maybe he loves your hands a lot,, hell theyre just so cute he loves them

he loves to greet you in the morning by sneaking up behind you and giving you a backhug

your hand is so physicallly soft to him and he loves to squeeze them ugh we love jeno affect

he loves to wrap you up in blankets on a lazy day!! you sit down on the couch and immediately blankets are placed on you and you just elfjskfjjc your face always goes red when he does little things for you like that

ugh jeno is to die for

he LOOOOOOVE LOVE LOOooOOoOoOOOOves to take pictures of you at your most vulnerable times!! like right after dancing together, right when you’re smiling at his dumb dad joke he told you,, when you’re at the park and you walk ahead of him and turn around to show him a shoe that someone somehow left on the cement

and after he takes the picture,, if you wanted him to throw out the photo he’d go out of his way so you said it was okay to keep it

bc ur cute or something,,,,,

jeno adores it when you run your hand through his hair when he leans his head on your hip to take nap

he loves receiving lots of little pecks from his best y/n

i feel like jeno gets stressed and cries easily idk bro i get those ): vibes from mr smiley

and he loves that you’re okay with him being able to hug you and cry when he can’t handle his schoolwork sometimes

he loves that he isn’t afraid to be weird and sad and cheerful and tired and mopey around you,, which he was with his past s/o

you make him so incredibly happy omg get it y/n

and when he comes home from school, he’ll either call you just to see if you’re home safe

or he’ll come to your house and surprise you ヾ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ"

a lot of the time ,,, lol he comes home with you

he likes going to your house more than you coming to his bc he loves your family and they love him and he feels v welcomed and hhhhhwjehfkshd he just loves you and everything associated with you

he loves to sprawl out on your bed and giggle into your pillow when you mock his dumb words he used just before then

and when you kiss him while he’s laying on your bed just bc you think he’s the cutest thing on the planet omg his FAVORITEEEEEE

he loOoOoOooVes soft kisses the boy’s always smiling into your kisses bc ur cute <<<<<<3333333333 please imagine squishy jeno exactly like in the gif going in for a kiss with a smile i’m gonna cry

mr 🗿 loves holding your face into the kiss ))): he has a hand in your cheek and one on your neck while he mentally cries bc he loves u so much

he loves slow kisses, he likes to take his time and enjoy your lips like it’s the last he’ll ever meet his lips with yours

it depends on his mood if he’s open mouthed or more of a closed mouth,, but i see him using tongue a lot kejdkajsks

he loves to see you smiley into the kiss as well ugh he loves you

when he wants to give you the hint that he wants a lil smooch,, he likes to look at your lips as if they were your eyes hehehe

he loves your lips n your hands

i feel like jeno wouldn’t wear pants around you a lot lol he’d be very comfortable with you skdjdk and when he does wear them,, it’s pajama pants

jeno loves to hug his precious y/n !!

when you tuck your head into his chest and put your arms under his,, his heart snaps and his soul leaves his body

he doesn’t argue with you, jeno always agrees with you whether he wants to,, he seems to maybe be scared of fighting with you bc he doesn’t want to jeopardize the love of his life

when he goes home after a date with you to see his three babes aka his cats he always squeals about you ,, even if they can’t speak korean back to him

speaking of dates !! cute and long but not fancy ones!! he once took you both to four pizza places for a date because your guys’ goal is to visit all of the pizza places in korea wow what a goal lol

POWER COUPLE OF THE YEAR GOES TO Y/N AND JENOOOOOO

and to conclude this messy bf au,,

as much as he loves u, he might love his cats just as much as you so watch out (;

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