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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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PRINCESS

A/N: some college!harry content for you guys! it's not the fic i talked about earlier, but i hope you'll like it either way!

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

SUMMARY: Harry has been relentless to get you to date him. At a frat party you finally have a conversation that overturns everything.

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The party at the Sigma Tau house is full on raging, Harry is sat on the old, worn down couch on the back porch, watching an intense beerpong game when one of the freshmen appear next to him.

“H? You said you wanted me to let you know when she’s here,” the boy leans down, so Harry can hear his words over the beaming music. He nods. “Well, she just arrived with her roommate.”

“Thank you, Pete,” Harry nods and dismisses the boy, who disappears right away. Harry grabs his beer and downs the rest of it before rising from the couch.

“Where you going? I thought we are up next,” Mitch calls after him when he sees Harry rounding the couch to leave.

“Something came up,” Harry nods towards the house and Mitch already knows what that means.

“Ah, more like someone,” he smirks, swinging his arm around Sarah, who is sitting right next to him.

“Give me a break, not everyone has been in a happy relationship since the first day of college,” Harry snorts before leaving his friend behind.

Your roommate, Gina hands you a drink as you’re curiously eyeing the people around you. It’s your first party since the start of the new school year, you couldn’t go to the semester opening party a few weeks ago, because you arrived back to campus a few days after everyone, dealing with some family stuff back at home.

“Cheers to the hottest bitches on campus,” Gina grins, bumping her red cup against yours.

“Who would that be?” you chuckle, taking a sip from the drink, realizing just how strong it is, the vodka is already burning your throat.

“You and me in these hot outfits, you silly!” she winks at you before downing half of her drink right away, even though you know it’s just as strong as yours.

“There’s my baby!”

A six foot two mass of muscles shows up right behind Gina, locking her in his arms from behind, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She melts into Jaxon’s embrace with a lovesick look on her face.

“Hi babe, sorry we’re a bit late. Y/N didn’t want to come.”

“Hey! I didn’t even protest this time!” you scoff, making Gina laugh.

“Okay, it’s true, but I didn’t want Jax to know we were late because I had a mental breakdown about what to wear.”

“It’s alright, baby. I know how it goes with you,” Jax chuckles, kissing the top of her head sweetly. They are disgustingly love, have been dating for almost a year now and you just know they will be together even when you graduate. You’re happy for your friend, but you already know she’ll disappear with her boyfriend and leave you alone at the party, as always.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Gina says looking at you with narrowed eyes, slightly swaying in Jaxon’s arms.

“Mm, are you a mind reader?” you hum into your cup, taking another tiny sip.

“You think I’ll disappear with Jax and abandon you.” She gazes over your shoulder, a tiny smirk tugging on her lips before looking back at you. “I will disappear, but you won’t be abandoned.”

“What are you—“

“Hey princess,” a familiar voice speaks up behind you and when you turn around you’re met with none other than Harry Styles. Your heart skips a beat and you can feel your cheeks heating up and Harry enjoys it way more than he probably should, but he just loves getting you all nervous and flustered.

“Harry, hi,” you breathe out, looking at your grinning friend. She planned it. She made a pact with Harry to keep you company while she sneaks away with her boyfriend.

On one hand it’s sweet, but on the other, she knows how you feel about Harry. She knows you have a crush on him, but you’re also trying to keep him away from you. When you met him through Jaxon last year it seemed like your crush was mutual, that Harry seemed to like you too, yet you still shut the door right into his face when he tried to shoot his shot, several times since then.

Harry is in a frat, he’s popular and could date any girl on campus. Why would he want to be with you? You’re not the kind of girl frat boys date, you only go to a handful of parties throughout the year, you’re more focused on your studies, you’re never the girl guys notice upon first sight. Gina is.

At first you thought it’s just a game for Harry, you kind of still do. He probably just wants you to be another punch on his belt, a story he can laugh about with his frat friends, but you thought he would have already given up. Yet, he is still right here, grinning down at you, when he could be hitting on any girls at the party.

“Harry volunteered to keep you company so you don’t have to third wheel us, how nice of him!” Gina sighs dreamily and you give her a hard look. “I’ll find you later, okay? Don’t leave alone,” she says before grabbing Jaxon’s hand and pulling him upstairs to lock themselves up in his room for a while. They always do this.

Sighing you turn to look at Harry, who is standing so close to you, you can smell his cologne and see every little freckle on his face. He is annoyingly handsome, even with that stupid grin on his face and you hate him for it.

“You don’t have to babysit me, I’ll be fine on my own.”

“I’m not babysitting you, just eager to spend time with you,” he corrects you. “Because I like being with you, princess.”

That damn nickname. He’s been calling you princess since day one and for a long time you didn’t know why. One time you had a particularly bad day and ran into Harry. He could sense your distress and talked you into taking a walk with him, he listened to you rage about everything that went wrong that day and he bought you an ice-cream. It was incredibly sweet of him and that day you felt like you fell for him a bit and the wall you were trying to pull up between the two of you was falling down.

You asked him why he calls you princess that day.

“Because you act like a princess, in a good way. You’re nice to everyone, always know what to say and you’re as smart as I imagine a princess to be,” he told you with a smirk as he walked you back to your dorm.

“So it’s not because you think I’m spoiled?” you chuckled.

“You? Spoiled? Y/N, I saw you yearn after the last chocolate pudding in the cafeteria only to then give it to Gina because she was on her period and wanted something sweet. A spoiled princess would have never done that,” he said and your jaw almost dropped to the floor that he noticed it and also remembered it.

“So you pass on the chance to flirt with other girls just to keep me company?” you ask, lifting your cup to your lips, taking another sip, but you frown at the strength of it.

“You don’t like your drink?” he asks, ignoring your question.

“It’s a bit too strong. Gina made it.”

“Oh, I see. Gina is one hell of a mixer,” he chuckles. “Let me make you another one.”

He doesn’t even wait for your answer, already steps to the counter to do so while carrying on with the conversation.

“So, when are we going on a date, Y/N?” he asks so shamelessly, so easily while your heart is about to burst out of your chest at his question.

“Aren’t you tired of it, Harry?” you sigh, hoping to hide your true reaction to his words. He stops and gives you a sidelook before finishing up your drink and turning to face you fully.

“Aren’t you tired of rejecting me, Y/N?” he simply asks.

Sighing you fold your arms on your chest, not sure what to do or say. He confuses you. Or more like your feelings for him and his obvious interest in you. As you stand in the kitchen you could spot at least four girls eyeing him with dreamy looks in their eyes as they watch Harry, who is only looking at you. You’re not used to anyone flirting with you this openly, showing you interest and going after you no matter what. The attention alone would be unusual to you, but receiving it from Harry is just the cherry on top.

Harry can see the gears turning in your head and he drops the humorous act as he hands you your new drink and places his hand to your upper arm.

“Why don’t we have a talk somewhere more private?” he asks and your eyes widen at the thought of being alone with him. “Just to talk, Y/N. I promise. Do you trust me?”

“I do,” you nod and actually mean it.

He moves his hand to your lower back and ushers you out of the kitchen and right to the stairs leading to the second floor where the bedrooms are. You move past some couples making out in the hallway until you reach Harry’s room. He opens the door for you and you step inside, earning the first glimpse of his private space for the very first time.

It’s cleaner than you expected, his double bed is neatly made, the messiest spot in the room is his desk that’s packed with textbooks and notes, his backpack sitting on the chair. He has a guitar in the corner and an oldschool vinyl player too on top of a sidetable, a collection of records stacked next to it.

You don’t want to pry too much, so you just awkwardly stop in the middle of the room and turn to face Harry.

“So, let’s talk, princess.”

“Okay,” you breathe out, taking a sip from your new drink. It obviously has a lot less alcohol in it, mixed with something sweet and savory.

“Why do you keep running from me?” he asks bluntly, gesturing towards his bed to invite you to sit on the edge with him.

“I’m not running from you,” you reply, but you don’t sound convincing at all.

“Yes you are, since the first time we met,” he says, but he doesn’t seem to be hurt, he even grins at you as you fumble with your cup in your hands. “It’s alright, I like a little challenge,” he adds. “But… I feel like there’s more behind it. Did I do something you didn’t like?”

“No! No, you didn’t do… you didn’t do anything,” you say, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. He has been nothing but respectful and nice towards you.

“Okay, then what is it? If you don’t like me, just say so and I’ll be out of your hair. I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

You were not ready to have a conversation like this, but he kind of cornered you. You also haven’t really had a talk like this yet and your anxiety is rising with each passing moment.

“I like you,” you admit quietly, avoiding to look at him. Harry’s smile stretches from ear to ear.

“Great, because I like you too. A lot. Now that we have discussed it, why don’t you want to date me?”

“The question should be: Why do you want to date me?” you turn it around.

“Because I like you. I thought we were already over this,” he chuckles, tilting his head slightly. Sighing you place your cup to the nearest surface before sitting back next to him, looking for the right words.

“But I’m not… I’m not really the girls you usually hang out with.”

“What do you mean? I hang out with you and Gina.”

“The girls, Harry. The girls who are downstairs right now, probably waiting for you to go down so they can shoot their shot with you.”

“Y/N, for a princess, you are very stereotypical,” he smirks. “But I’ll let it slide for you this one time,” he teases you chuckling. “I don’t hang out with those girls. Most of them just want to hook up with someone from the frat to get into our little circle. There are guys who like that, but I don’t. I’m not really into hooking up with a different person every other week. I’m more like the kind who dates the sweet girl he met through a friend, even though she makes him work for it,” he says grinning and your heart is right about to jump out of your ribcage from just the way he is looking at you.

Reaching over he gently takes your hand in his and gives it a squeeze, then he keeps running his thumb back and forth over your knuckles.

“I want to date. And I want to date you. So now that this is off the table too, do you have anything else you want to talk about?”

“I’m… I haven’t… I haven’t really dated anyone yet,” you admit, feeling the heat crawl up through your neck to your face. You’ve never actually said it out loud, because you feel ashamed. Second year of college and you haven’t even been on a date, it’s ridiculous, though it’s not like you chose things to turn out this way. The boys you like in high school never liked you back, you went to prom with just your group of friends and time just flew by without you ever actually being in a relationship.

Harry stares back at you for what feels like forever, his hand still holding yours between the two of you on the mattress. That little evil voice in the back of your mind is telling you that he’ll call you a loser and ask you to leave his room, but it never happens.

“Then I would love to be the first one you date,” he finally speaks up. “I promise you I’ll treat you like a princess,” he smiles warmly at you and it takes your breath away.

Chewing on your bottom lip you’re at a loss of words. What should you say? You’ve never been in a situation like this and your lack of experience is now louder than ever before.

“Don’t overthink it, Y/N. We can do this slow, just a couple dates, nothing to stress about,” he softly says as if he could read your mind.

“You don’t mind it that I would need… time?”

“We have plenty of that,” he smiles back at you. “And you are worth all the time, Y/N.”

It’s like you can finally breathe after a long time, relief washes over you and a sense of safety and trust wraps around you as you look at him. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles, your skin buzzes where his lips touch you.

“Why don’t we go back down? And just so you know, I don’t expect anything from you, just want to spend time with you.”

The two of you leave his room and join the party downstairs, as if nothing really happened, Harry keeps staying close to you, but he is not trying to touch you in any way that would give away that something is happening between you and him. You stand outside by the beerpong table and watch the game, Harry standing right next to you. Looking up at him you take a moment to admire his face, his chiseled jawline, the bridge of his nose, his curly eyelashes. Your heart is pitter-pattering when you think about the fact that this guy likes and wants you.

Before you could overthink it, you slip your hand into his and lace your fingers together. Harry peeks down at you, a hint of surprise playing in his green irises, but he squeezes your hand and gifts you with a tiny, barely noticeable smile before turning back to the game.

Jaxon is the designated driver that night and when Gina decides it’s time to return to the dorm sometime around two am, Harry walks you to the car and his words ring in your ears that he doesn’t expect anything from you.

But you actually want to show him, that you want him and that you’re thankful for his patience with you.

So when you reach the car and you turn to face him, you act before you could stop yourself. Pushing closer to him you tiptoe and press your lips against him. Once again, you catch him by surprise, but after a moment he recovers and curls an arm around your waist, pulling you closer while his other hand cups your face, taking control over the kiss.

It’s not too passionate, he is definitely holding back, but it still curls your toes as his lips move against yours. He pulls back even though you both crave more, but he wants to keep his word and move slow to give you time to adjust.

“First date. Tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at five,” he says before pecking your lips shortly.

“Okay,” you nod out of breath.

He stands by the curb as Jaxon drives away and you watch him in the mirror until he disappears from your view. You’re smiling like an idiot and just moments later you get a text message. Pulling your phone out of your pocket you can’t help but smile dreamily seeing the message.

HARRY: Can’t wait to treat you like a princess. See you tomorrow! xx

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 1 year

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Undercover Problem

Summary: You volunteered to go on an undercover mission without really reading the mission report or acknowledging that there would be someone going with you. When you learn that you would have to pretend to be married to Marcus Pike on this mission you end up having a nervous breakdown. Because you're 34. And you have never been kissed.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x fem. reader (though it can be read as gn. reader)

Worcount: 2.8k

Rating: G

Warnings: made up facts about the FBI and undercover missions, anxiety attacks, food, fluff, humour as a coping mechanism, fluffffff

A/N: This goes out to all the late bloomers (and everyone else who just want to read a cheesy first kiss) If I missed anything that makes the reader gender neutral let me now. I tagged this as fem. reader because I always write with a female reader in mind.

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You walked through the FBI headquarters with, what you hoped looked like, a professional smile plastered to your lips, nodding at anyone who greeted you. Trying to appear not like you were fleeing to your office.

You could only hope nobody could see the anxiety attack that you were on the verge of having.

The door of your office was almost in front of you when you heard your name being called behind you by a familiar voice.

Closing your eyes you took a deep breath, before you changed your destination towards the women's bathroom. Somewhere where you wouldn’t have to tell him to leave you alone.

“I gotta use the restroom quickly. I’ll find you after,” you turned around briefly, catching Marcus Pike’s eyes for a fleeting moment before you practically ran down towards the restroom.

This was fine.

It would be totally fine.

You were fine.

Sitting on the toilet seat in the thankfully empty bathroom you massaged your temples, taking deep breaths. You had finally stopped shaking, your chest fully and slowly expanding as your lungs filled with much needed air.

It shouldn’t have taken you by surprise that the meeting you had just attended was about the mission your boss had approached you about earlier this week. For years you had worked on getting information on Claudio Monero, the highest ranking mob boss of the Monero Mafia clan in the States.

It was your first big case and you were proud of the progress you made not only in your division, but in working with many different crime divisions at the bureau.

Claudio Monero also was involved in art crimes, which was the reason you had been working closely with Agent Marcus Pike, Senior Agent of the FBI art crime division.

He was…. Honestly made straight out of a fairytale. He was funny, he was caring, he had your breakfast order down after three days of meeting for the first time and he was so fucking handsome in an almost annoying way. You sometimes asked yourself if he was real.

You caught female (and male) Agents secretly swooning over him more than once in the break room. And you couldn’t blame them.

You definitely had a crush on him, which also was your problem because… you had no fucking idea how to act on it. If you would act on it that was.

Because the… maybe sad or let's say unique/different/annoying fact was, that at the tender age of 34 you had never been on a date. Or been kissed. Or… well you get the idea.

And up until Marcus Pike strolled into your life with his smile and dimples and warm brown eyes, you never really thought about another man (or woman) like that. Like you wanted to know what made them laugh. How they spend their lazy Sunday mornings. How they tasted.

But ever since then it was like a switch was flipped in your brain and you had no idea what to do.

Was this how teenagers felt in puberty? Because your parents more than once told you that they felt like you skipped that part of growing up and went straight to adulthood at the tender age of thirteen.

Only one friend knew about your… lack of experience. You had tried to tell someone else once a long time ago, only to find out they had told everyone they knew about it, making you the weird one. Ever since then you lied about it to not feel like a weirdo. God you were a mess.

Which brought you to your current problem.

Claudio Monero would be in Washington next week for a charity gala and the FBI had managed to get two invitations. Two agents would pose as newly married couple Colin and Riley Rogers who had made a name for themselves selling forged art.

That should have been your first hint on who would go undercover with you.

You volunteered to go undercover when you heard about it the first time and your boss had a long talk with you, because this would be your first time going undercover.

She only did not mention everything that would be included on the mission.

You probably should have read the fine print when she gave you the mission report.

There you would have read that not only are the two undercover Agents freshly married and very in love, no. That married couple also was open about visiting swinger parties, something Claudio Monero was heavily involved in and known for in the community.

Which meant that the FBI Agents also would attend one of his swinger parties in two weeks that he had planned in DC. Of course without the intention of…. Partricipating in any kind of sexual relations (the FBI could not force their Agents to have sex for the sake of getting information, though they did not explicitly forbid it).

Had you known that, you probably hadn’t volunteered like the dumb idiot you were.

That was the first time today you almost had a nervous breakdown in the fully seated meeting room as your boss presented the plan for the undercover mission.

But then you learned that the other Agent who would go undercover with you, the man you would have to pretend to be newly wedded and very much in love with, would be Agent Marcus Pike.

You don’t remember much of the meeting after that, only his eyes on you, his stupid pretty face giving you an encouraging smile that slowly dropped the longer he looked at you, replaced by a frown and maybe even concern the longer you had been stuck in the meeting.

You bolted out of the door as soon as the meeting was finished.

This… was a fucking mess.

But you could do it. Right?

You knew that your co-workers were wondering about your private life after working together for almost ten years and never bringing anyone to any kind of Christmas party or get-together you had throughout the years.

More than once had Agent Murphy tried to ask you out, only for you to shut him down firmly last year. He spread some rumours about you being uptight and difficult after but you couldn’t care less.

Now you wondered if Marcus had heard those rumours too.

God, Marcus.

You’d have to get close to him. Closer than you ever had been with anyone really. Or you could… quit. Move to another country and live on a tiny Greece island and make feta cheese until you die.

There was a knock on the door and you jumped to your feet.

“Sorry. I’ll be right out,” you called, releasing a sigh.

“Are you okay?” It was Marcus. Of course it was.

You looked at the mirror over the sink before you grabbed a paper towel and cleaned your mascara off your cheeks. You didn’t even remember that you cried? Your eyes were red though, nothing you could do about it now.

“Can you let me in?” he asked, his voice now quieter.

You kept looking at yourself in the mirror. Calming yourself down. You had to get it over with. Even though living out your life out in this public restroom had a nice ring to it, you knew you couldn’t hide here forever. And Marcus was right outside.

Deep down you knew that you couldn’t ask for a better partner to go undercover than him. And you wouldn’t even have to play being in love with him.

Oh shit did you really just admit that to yourself?

He said your name and you walked over to the door unlocking it. He slowly opened it, looking at you with those warm brown eyes.

You took a deep breath.

“I need to talk to you,” you said.

“If it’s about the mission. I can request someone else if you’re not comfortable with me going with you. You worked long on this case, you should be the one seeing it through,” he said.

Your heart warmed. Anyone else would insist on being on this mission to take the credit, but not him. You shook our head.

“That’s… That’s not it. Can we… Can we go to my office? There’s something I have to tell you,” you said quietly.

“Of course,” he nodded, giving you a small smile.

“Good,” you nodded too.

“I’ll meet you there in five minutes?” he asked.

“Okay.”

His eyes lingered on you for another moment before he turned around and walked towards the elevator, probably to his office which was on another floor.

You, in the meantime, went to your office to google how expensive living on a greece island was.

He brought cake. And the good coffee from the first floor.

Of course he did.

He sat down across from you while you took a sip from your coffee.

Apparently living in Greece wasn’t as cheap as you thought, so you decided the best plan was to come clean to Marcus about your… lack of experience of… literally anything that had to do with love.

Easy peasy.

Even if he would judge you for it, you trusted him to keep your secret and not be mean about it.

“You’re quiet,” he observed.

“I’m thinking,” you replied, reaching for the cake. Lemon sponge. Another one of your favourites.

“About what?”

“About my reaction earlier,” you took a bite.

“Looked to me like you didn’t read the report before,” he teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Guilty.”

“I get it. It’s your first undercover mission and of course it’s the one where you get to pretend to be into some kinky shit with a complete stranger. It’s not perfect.”

“That’s not it. I just… Fuck. Okay,” you took a deep breath and Marcus raised his left eyebrow, eying you warily.

“I have never been in love. Ever. I don’t know if something’s wrong with me or if I’m just… oblivious if someone along the way has been interested in me in that way but…” you shook your head, "pretending to be freshly married and in love and in some kinky shit? Yeah I should have read the fucking report before,” you laughed nervously, taking another bigger bite of your cake to shut yourself up.

You avoided Marcus' eyes, not really wanting to see his reaction.

“If you save you have never been in love before, you mean…” you looked at him and he tilted his head.

“Yeah. I’ve never… kissed someone. Or… had sex. Which doesn’t mean I might not be into some kinky shit but I’ve never….”

He parted his lips in surprise while you shoved more of the cake into your mouth. You focused on chewing the cake while Marcus processed the news.

“I have to admit you caught me off guard there. But.... It actually makes some sense? I really thought…” he huffed to himself and you grew even more nervous. He shook his head to himself, a smile playing on the corner of his lips before he looked at you.

“You really thought what?” you asked. He seemed to be in thoughts before his face fell.

“The undercover mission…” he said and you nodded.

“Yeah. That’s why…. I have to ask a favour. A big one and you can say no and I will go to my boss tomorrow and request that she finds someone else but. I really want to see this fucker behind bars. And I want to be the one to do it. So… I need you to kiss me. Before we go undercover. There’s no way a newly married couple isn’t kissing or touching each other. And the swinger party… We won’t have sex. But we have to be comfortable with each other so… I am asking you to kiss me. Now,” you ended your rant.

Marcus blinked his eyes at you, his face blank.

“You want me to… kiss you?” he asked. You nodded.

“Now?”

You nodded again.

“Because of the mission?” he asked. You hesitated. “Because if it’s just because of that my answer is no.”

“Why?” you breathed.

A small smile came to his face, his eyes softening as he leaned closer.

“Because it’s your first kiss. Ever. And maybe that’s my romantic heart but your first kiss should be with someone who means something to you. Someone you want to kiss and not someone you just… rip the bandaid off with so you can go on a mission.”

You took a deep breath, your thoughts running through your head. You knew that you would have never asked him to kiss you if you hadn’t been assigned this mission with him. Because he was your co-worker. Because you didn’t know if he’d be interested. Because deep down you wanted your first kiss to be with someone who meant as much to you as you did to them and you were scared to be rejected.

“But if… You happen to have some other reason to ask me of all people, reasons that have not to do with the mission, then I want you to know that I have been thinking about kissing you for a while now,” he said, his eyes warm.

What he was trying to say took a couple of seconds before your lips parted in surprise.

“Really?” you gasped.

He nodded, a smile on his lips.

“Do you think I know the breakfast order of every one of my co-workers? Or how they drink their coffee? Or that they are the funniest and most beautiful person I might have ever met? I thought you weren’t interested,” he said.

“I… I don’t know what to say. I didn’t think…” you laughed nervously.

Marcus said your name, his hand reaching over your desk to put it on top of yours.

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

You walked with him in comfortable silence, his hand holding yours as the sun set slowly.

After your confession he had asked you to meet him in the parking garage after you both finished for the day. You followed him with your car, as you drove through the busy streets, surprised when he parked at the Lincoln Memorial. He waited for you at the exit after you parked, taking your hand to lead you through the evening crowd at the sight.

Every time he looked at you from his side, you finally started to understand what people meant when they said that they felt like there were butterflies in their belly. You never experienced love, but if it was only half as what happened in your brain when you were looking at Marcus Pike you might finally know what all the fuss was about.

He walked a little away from the crowds, towards the cherry blossom trees that were in full bloom, until he stopped and came to stand in front of you. He had switched his blazer for a very soft looking dark blue coat and you wondered if it was as soft as it looked.

“Your first kiss isn’t something that should happen in a dark office between files and outdated stock art,” he said. Marcus took a step closer, and you sucked your bottom lip in as he let go of your hand. Slowly he rested his one hand on your waist, his other hand coming up, his fingers brushing over your cheek.

Your breathing got faster as you tipped your head up, giving him a shy smile which he mirrored.

“You brought me to the Lincoln Memorial at sunset to kiss me?” you whispered.

He shook his head.

“I brought you to the Lincoln Memorial at sunset because I want to give you the perfect first kiss,” he said and you smiled.

“Perfect huh?” you teased, feeling brave as you put one of your hands on his chest. And yeah, the coat was as soft as you had imagined.

“I mean it is your first. So it’s not like you would know if it wasn’t,” he shrugged with a teasing smile and you playfully slapped his chest before you both laughed.

But then he put his hand on your cheek, pulling you closer as he leaned in, a soft smile still on his lips.

“I like to make a fuss for the people that I lo…. Like,” he corrected himself at the last minute and your heart fluttered. You put your other arm around him, resting your hand on his neck, your fingers playing with his hair.

“In all my life I haven’t thought about kissing someone before I met you Marcus,” you said quietly and he released a shuddering breath.

“Then I’m gonna kiss you now,” he said and you nodded.

“On the lips,” he added and you chuckled before sighed as his lips pressed down on yours.

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liaromancewriter · 10 months

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What Could Have Been (3/?)

Series Premise: When Ethan breaks his promise, Cassie is forced to accept they’re not inevitable after all.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angst Words: 1,930

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Chapter 3: Move On. Begin Anew. Aftermath of the reset and setting new expectations.

A/N: I'm using @choicesflashfics week 43 prompt 3.

Cassie Valentine knew she should get some sleep, but her body wasn’t cooperating. It would be difficult enough to face Ethan Ramsey tomorrow, but doing it without rest was a recipe for disaster.

It wasn’t her first broken heart. So why did it feel like her entire self had shattered?

Before she could stop herself, she grabbed her phone and keys, shoved her arms into a hoodie and left the apartment and her sleeping roommates.

She jogged up the stairs to the empty rooftop. If she was going to have a nervous breakdown, she needed privacy.

Max Valentine woke from a light sleep and quickly snatched the phone off the night table before the ringtone disturbed his overnight guest. His heart sank when he saw his sister’s name on the screen.

“Hold on,” he whispered into the phone, glancing over his shoulder.

He shoved the covers aside and padded into the other room, quietly closing the bedroom door behind him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, clearing the gruffness from his voice as he settled back against the couch and placed his bare feet on the Ottoman.

“I’m sorry to call so late. Are you alone?” Cassie said on the other side.

Her voice caught in her throat as if she’d been crying. Max heard city sounds behind her and knew she wasn’t home.

“No, but don’t worry about it. You’ve been crying.”

“It’s been a bad night,” Cassie sniffed. “Ethan broke up with me.”

Max sighed, his disquiet rising at the secret she’d kept from him. Dating her boss was a disaster waiting to explode and would’ve left her reputation in tatters.

“You didn’t tell me you’d been dating,” he said neutrally, not wanting to sound accusatory. “Not even when I saw you in Monaco last week.”

“I know,” she admitted softly. “I was afraid.”

Max wished he was stateside for this conversation, but that wasn’t possible. All he could do now was lend a sympathetic ear. “Tell me everything.”

And she did, filling in the blanks of everything that happened these past few months. Things she hadn’t mentioned before.

“We were together briefly before he departed for a medical mission to the Amazon. I didn’t say anything because he’d gone radio silent and was so scared something had happened. We promised to wait for each other. But now….”

Her voice began to warble from tears, and her breathing accelerated.

“Now, he says it’s over, and I don’t know what I did. Why doesn’t he want me?”

When Cassie burst into tears, the sound through the phone broke his heart. His sister deserved someone who’d give her the world. Not an arrogant physician who put everything else before her.

Ethan Ramsey had a lot to answer for, Max thought.

A plan began to form as Cassie told him about tomorrow, facing Ethan again while she was reeling from a broken heart.

She’d been eagerly waiting to start her junior fellowship, so excited for the opportunity. And nothing was going to ruin that as far as Max was concerned.

“Okay, sis. Here’s what you’re going to do tomorrow….”

Ethan slowed his gait as he neared the Diagnostic Team’s glass-walled office. After he met with Naveen, he’d walked around the block to clear his head. But his mentor’s harsh words played in a loop inside his head.

Maybe Naveen was right, and he was wrong. He’d been hasty, perhaps too hasty, in making this decision.

Two months ago, the situation had been evolving. Cassie was still an intern when he’d left. Now, she was a second-year resident and a junior fellow. They were peers, and the power dynamic had equalized.

The game board had been reset while he was away. He hadn’t realized it until this morning, and now he was filled with regrets. Why didn’t his head reconcile the idea before he opened his mouth last night?

His throat became dry, and his expression was torn when he spied on Cassie through the glass. She, Baz Mirani and June Hirata were chatting companionably. It reminded him of how quickly Cassie had developed a reputation last year for being friendly to everyone.

Ethan decided then and there that he’d try to get Cassie alone after the meeting under the guise of onboarding her onto the team. Maybe they could talk openly and honestly like they should’ve done last night.

June was highly observant, though, Ethan thought. He’d have to tread carefully once he stepped inside those doors. He schooled his features and briskly entered the office.

“Introductions done? Great. We’ve got work to do,” Ethan said, his blue eyes taking in everyone but not singling anyone out., “We have an incoming patient from Manhattan Presbyterian.”

He marched toward the head of the conference table and pinned abdominal CT scans on the whiteboard. The team followed his lead and took their usual seats around the table.

The only seat available was across from him. He saw Cassie waver briefly as she peeked at him through her eyelashes.

“Waiting for a special invite, Valentine?” he retorted sarcastically, lifting one eyebrow.

“No. I’m sorry, Dr. Ramsey,” she said quickly and slid into the chair.

She was dressed professionally in a dark green blouse, which made her eyes shine and a grayish skirt with a slit down her thigh.

He had overlooked the latter when she’d been standing, but his eyes drew downward as soon as she sat down and crossed her legs. The edge of the white coat fell to the side, playing peekaboo with her skin.

He turned away before someone caught him ogling Cassie. Too late, he cursed internally at the scrutiny in Hirata’s eyes as her gaze bounced between him and Cassie. The latter was studiously avoiding looking at him, staring unseeing at the scans instead.

He’d have to postpone any one-on-ones with Cassie, for now, anyway. The last thing he wanted was for June to dig into his personal life and use that information to manipulate him.

Maybe he could page Cassie later for a consult. He might not be her direct supervisor, but he wanted her to succeed and be a true mentor to her, the way Naveen had been for him.

Ethan put all other thoughts away and focused his attention on the brainstorm. He wasn’t immune to the fact that Cassie was overwhelmed by the rapid-fire pace, her eyes increasingly bewildered as they ran through differentials.

Brainstorming over and the next steps decided, Ethan dismissed the team. He walked past Cassie and Mirani toward his desk, intent on catching up on emails piled up during his time away and clearing his inbox before it filled up again.

He put on his reading glasses and switched on the computer monitor, and furtively watched Mirani and Hirata walk down the hall and out of sight.

Now that they were alone, he turned to observe Cassie. She studied the CT scans, tapping one finger against her lips. Maybe this was the opportune time for a private talk.

We need to talk about what happened last night, he could begin casually. Gauge her reaction and go from there.

She looked…serene. Nothing of last night’s anguish showed in her demeanor. Ethan wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Or maybe it was a mask to hide her pain.

Suddenly, she looked straight at him. But he didn’t see hurt, just indifference. As if she’d already forgotten what they’d meant to each other. Like she was an intern and he was an attending.

And not two people that had spent several nights wrapped around each other’s naked bodies.

“After you’re done with our patient, you can see Zaid and Ines for further assignments,” he blurted, disconcerted at the emotional and physical distance between them.

“You’ll be balancing your work here with your usual resident duties,” he continued. “Now that you’re a second-year, that will include rotations at the free clinic.”

“Yes, Dr. Ramsey,” she said impersonally.

She asked him a few more questions, and he answered, trying to read her. But her mask was impenetrable. And then Ethan saw her hesitate as if she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure.

“Is everything alright, Cassie?” he asked, dropping his mask and letting her see he still cared.

She seemed to be fighting an inner battle, and then she appeared to decide. “Actually…could we talk?”

Ethan regarded her thoughtfully. He wanted a sign, a gesture, anything that this was his chance to begin anew.

“About the job? Or about us?” he said apprehensively.

“The job. Strictly professional, just like you want,” Cassie said emphatically.

Ethan swallowed his disappointment. This was what he’d asked her of last night. Only he didn’t know then that strictly professional was the last thing he wanted now.

He crossed the room, sat beside her and adjusted the glasses still perched on the bridge of his nose.

“I’m all yours,” he said, the word choice deliberate as his subconscious called him out on his BS.

“How can I be more involved next time?” she said, ignoring his statement.

She swiveled her chair innocuously, tucking her legs sideways under the table and creating even more distance between them. The look on her face was that of a student, not a friend or a former lover.

Even before things changed between them, she’d often have a somewhat flirty smile hovering on her lips. Now, her lips were pursed straight, all emotions wiped clean.

If ever he needed a sign, thought Ethan, this was it. Focus on her professional development or whatever lame excuse he’d uttered last night.

Regrets filled his heart, but he parked them aside and prepared to impart his wisdom.

As she left Ethan’s office and headed off to meet her intern, Cassie knew with certainty that what had transpired a short while ago was the most difficult thing she’d ever done.

Even more than studying for her MCATs and surviving a competitive medical school program.

But she was also secretly pleased that Max’s plan was working.

“Don’t let him see your pain,” Max had advised. “He might see tears as a sign of immaturity, which will strengthen his resolve. Act like it doesn’t matter. He’ll be confused because he won’t be expecting it. But right now, it’s about protecting yourself. Get through the first day, and the second day becomes easier.”

Ethan had been off-kilter since he’d walked into the office, a range of emotions crossing his face in as much as one hour. From nervousness to regret to confusion, she’d always been able to read him like an open book.

At one point, she sensed he wanted to discuss last night, either rehash what he’d already said or clear the air. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

He wanted to keep things professional. Well, he got his wish, Cassie thought stubbornly, stabbing her finger on the elevator button.

Cassie could forgive him for wanting a reset and feeling that he needed distance to mentor her. It was his right. And she’d come to Edenbrook to learn from him, work with her medical hero. That was the primary objective.

But she was still too raw from everything that occurred in the last twelve hours to care about what he wanted.

And, if she was honest with herself, she couldn’t easily forgive or forget the cruel and callous manner in which he’d thrown her love back, like a slap across the face.

Max was right. Did she really want to waste her love on someone who clearly didn’t want it or deserve it?

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 7 months

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hello! can i request a nikola tesla and the other scientist x male reader (plotonic with albert einstein,galileo & Alfred

as male! reader would see them as a father/grandpa figure's but with the othes scientist would be a poly relationship

[with Issac Newton, thomas Edison, Marie curie & Nikola Tesla]. if you don't want too or your not comfortable with it, it can be just a Nikola Tesla x male reader)

(this is kind of a "long" request but half of it is just information)

(alright to the the actual request)

Nikola and the other scientist with an m!s/o that acts dumb and oblivious but is basically william james sidis who is the smartest man to have ever lived and the man who had the IQ of 250-300 maybe more?and has a little tragic past?…like imagine the surprise of the others

(if you don't know who William James sidis.that's fine as i found facts about him that explains him and his discoveries and life in short with out writing a whole paragraph(which it still kind of is) so here you go(ps.if you want to know more information just type his name and you'll find it on Google♡︎:

facts:

William James Sidis

Said to be the smartest person who has ever lived, William James Sidis is the benchmark for child prodigies. He was reportedly able to read the newspaper aged just 18 months and entered Harvard University aged 11, graduating at 16

Why was William Sidis so smart?

Both his parents were highly educated, with his father being a prestigious psychiatrist and his mother graduating from Boston University in medicine. Williams's main areas of interest were mathematics, linguistics, and as an inventor. He was said to have known 25 to 40 languages

he actually went to harvard at 11 or 12 year's old… and knows around 25+ languages and dialects, including Esperanto, Latin, Greek, Russian, Yiddish, German, French, Hebrew, Welsh, Turkish, Armenian, and Sumerian, and he invented another

which he called Vendergood.In his work, The Book of Vendergood, Sidis essentially merged elements of Latin, Greek, French, German, and other Romance languages to create a new language.

his IQ has been estimated to be between 250 to 300+ or even more. And he's also known for

the book. The Animate and the Inanimate, that he published in 1925 (written around 1920), in which he speculated about the origin of life in the context of thermodynamics.

Sidis predicted the existence of regions of space where the second law of thermodynamics operates in the reverse temporal direction of our local area.

and By the time William Sidis was two he could read English and, at four he was typing original work in French. At the age of five he had devised a formula whereby he could name the day of the week for any given historical date. At eight he projected a new logarithms table based on the number twelve. He entered Harvard at the age of twelve and graduated cum laude before he was sixteen. Mathematics was not his only forte. At this age he could speak and read fluently French, German, Russian, Greek, Latin, Armenian and Turkish. During his first year at Harvard University the boy astounded students and scientists with his theories on "Fourth Dimensional Bodies."

The "man behind the gun" in this boy's amazing intellectual attainments is supposed to have been his father, a graduate in psychology at Harvard and a close friend of William James, after whom the boy was named. Dr. Boris Sidis believed in awakening in the child of two an interest in intellectual activity and love of knowledge. If you started early enough and worked intensively, Dr. Sidis claimed that by ten a child would acquire a knowledge equal to that of a college graduate. The boy’s father published articles urging other parents to follow his methods. He castigated the school authorities for their "cramming, routine and rote methods," which he said, "tend to nervous degeneracy and mental breakdown."

Sidis pointed to his son, William, as a successful example of his methods. He wrote: "At the age of twelve the boy had a fair understanding of comparative philology and mythology. He is well versed in logic, ancient history, American history and has a general insight into our politics and into the ground-work of our constitution. At the same time he is of extremely happy disposition, brimming over with humor and fun?"

Whether or not his childhood life was psychologically normal, William's life after Harvard was a series of unhappy incidents. He engaged in obscure mechanical jobs because, it was reported, "he did not want to think." At the age of twenty-four he estranged himself from his parents and to his last days the gap between parents and son remained unreconciled, though toward his sister he always felt a brotherly love which was expressed by a bond of friendship and mutual interests. Toward the press, William Sidis bore an everlastingly strong hatred.

From this story the newspapers and the general public drew some ill-formed conclusions about William Sidis and genius in general. Newspaper writers pointed out that his "genius had burned out," that he was "tired of thinking." By comparison it was stated that musical geniuses are less likely to burn out. The father’s system was held responsible for making the boy a prodigy. The parental pushing was blamed for the mental breakdown and antisocial attitude. From his desire to keep out of the limelight and taking obscure jobs that would pay for his subsistence, William Sidis, the boy prodigy, was made out to be at the time of his death a lonely, eccentric, prodigious failure" whose intellect had deteriorated.

so when m! reader got to Valhalla that's why he acted so oblivious and dumb as he was actually so tired of thinking back when he was alive but now since he was in Valhalla he can finally do whatever he wanted when he wanted and finally rest but it did take him a year or two to get back to his genius self Back.

(to the surprise of the others who first met him as a "obvious man and Dumb man" so there very VERY surprised seeing his theories and achievements he had at such a young age that he kept secret from them while he was finally relaxing only wanting a time where he didn't have to think all the time)

(and how did they find out? they accidentally walked in on

m!reader casually solving a problem they we're having trouble with so they just look at him in shock as he was known to be oblivious and being not so smart to say…they also did get confused when m!reader speaks in Vendergood)

(and i thought it would be funny to see nikola's and the other scientists finding out that nikola's/there

M!s/o who is known to be oblivious and dumb is actually more smarter than them cause why not)

-Valhalla was a place of peace for you- a place where you could just relax, enjoy yourself, there was no pressure to do more- to be the best- no people breathing down your neck, watching your every move, wanting to know how you were so smart.

-You made friends, good friends with other geniuses throughout history, Nikola Tesla, Albert Einstein, Galileo, Isaac Newton, and Thomas Edison- and you enjoyed watching them work, but not for any goal they had specifically in mind- no they did it for fun.

-You kept quiet on how smart you really were- not wanting to relive what you had to live through on earth, being pressured by your parents, your teachers, everyone around you- to be a genius.

-You remember the pain well, when you finally broke, unable to handle their pressure- their expectations, and you turned away from science and knowledge, just wanting to be a normal guy!

-That’s why you hide your intelligence in Valhalla, pretending that you weren’t as smart as the others around you- you were afraid of their expectations of you if they were to find out, afraid of their questions because in actuality you were smarter than all of them.

-You adored your friends, growing close with all of them, they were like brothers or father figures to you, real father figures who just sat and talked with you over coffee and cake, asking about your day, the weather, and other random topics.

-They never made you feel inferior however, never looking down on you that you were not as smart as them, they made you feel welcomed, asking for your opinion, or rambling on about their newest discovery, as you would sit there and listen to them without a care in the world.

-You loved watching them work, seeing their joy- their passion, in the pursuit of knowledge, wanting to know more and more. It reminded you of when you were young on Earth, you were so full of hope and joy, only to be snuffed out by pressure.

-You walked in with a large box from the bakery you all enjoyed, “Food!” and heads turned from all over the lab, seeing you there, heading over to the large, mostly empty table that was half taken up by Marie’s own research.

-You looked over at the problem they had been researching for days now, each of them taking turns being in charge, each of them researching the factors and theories that went into the equation, but with nothing adding up.

-The equation looked simple, but you could see errors all over, which was the reason why they weren’t getting any results.

-You ushered all of them away from their work, pushing on Nikola’s back, “Go take a shower and get something to drink- I got everyone’s favorites!”

-Not wanting to leave their work, they did as you told, all of them leaving the lab to clean up, as you told them it might help to take a break then come back with fresh eyes and with baked goods in their belly.

-Once they were gone, you got to work, helping clean up their dirty dishes around the lab, straightening things up like their paperwork, but for the most part leaving everything alone.

-You then looked at the massive blackboard you saw Thomas and Nikola working on and you bit your lip lightly, looking at the mistakes, before looking at the closed door.

-They had been all working so hard and you could see their frustration mounting, you felt bad as you worried about them, before you sighed softly, “If I can be quick!”

-You grabbed the chalk and the ladder Thomas was on before you ascended, going to the top of the board, where the first mistake was, and you corrected it, before you noticed that due to that mistake, everything was now messed up.

-You looked back at the door, before you quickly started erasing, filling out the correct formula, turning it into a race to be done before your friends got back.

-You reached the bottom, going into zone before you pulled back, setting the chalk down, “Finished!” a mug hitting the floor had you leaping out of your skin, turning to see Thomas pointing up at the board, seeing the corrected formula, ending with the solution, as he had been the one to drop his mug.

-You blanched, terrified and they could see the terror before you were quickly scooped up by Isaac, “Y/N this is amazing!!” you cried out, being spun around before you were sat down, your eyes twirling around in your head.

-You were nervous as the others quickly, Nikola wrapping an arm around you, pulling you close, all of them elated that you solved the problem so easily!

-You twiddled your fingers bashfully, “You’re not mad?” Galileo turned, taking your hand before leading you to the box of treats you had gotten, “Mad? Why would we be mad? This is amazing! We knew you were smart but this is…” he trailed off, just in awe.

-Marie giggled softly, pinching your cheek as you looked shocked, “Didn’t think we didn’t know about you, right Y/N? We’ve known since we met you- but we saw how nervous you looked- for good reasons- so we never pushed you.”

-You felt foolish, your cheeks growing red which made them all poke fun at you, teasing you harmlessly before Nikola looked up at the board, “How did you figure out where we went wrong?”

-You pointed at the point of the chalkboard where you started writing, “That math equation there was calculated wrong, so it gave you the wrong answer, and with the wrong answer going all the way down, you would have never gotten the correct solutions.”

-They all gaped up at you, blinking owlishly before it was your turn to playfully tease them, “And that’s why I tell you all to take breaks!” laughter quickly filled the room, research done for the moment, as you sat with your friends, enjoying your snacks in this rare quiet moment, your fear and anxiety now gone.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror nikola tesla

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kitkatscabinet · 2 years

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I love your writing and wanted to request a Ryan fic where whenever the reader needs him from something he just pops out of now where to help (since he’s the mysterious and brooding consular) and everyone notices and questions it, but in reality he’s just always near the reader since they’re close best/childhood friends who like each other. The ending can be whatever you want since I just thought the idea was cute

First Ryan fic lets goooooo! I will not accept any slander of my sweet boy.

Genre: fluff

Word count: 855

“Hey has anyone seen my-” you were cut off from finishing your statement by Ryan appearing from behind you arm outstretched to give you your missing hairbrush with a nod. It’s not that you were a necessarily forgetful person you just got distracted sometimes, but ever since you’d met Ryan, he’d been there to rectify that.

The pair of you had actually met at the summer camp as kids, apparently, he’d clocked onto the fact that sometimes you were just a human disaster and had started to slowly help you out. Now you were closer and he seemed to be constantly keeping an eye out for you, at first you were a little upset because you felt like you were taking advantage of his kindness. However, Ryan had quickly reassured you that he enjoyed your company, enjoyed looking out for you but sometimes you still felt a little bad that he had to clean up after you so often. You had even asked if it bothered him that he didn’t really have any other close friends (which you felt responsible for too) but he’d simply bumped against your side, proclaiming you were enough. That he would trade 100 people just to have you, your conversation, laughter, tears and disastrous outbursts. He explained that it might have seemed like he was always chasing after you but truthfully your presence soothed him and he promised you did just enough for him as he did for you. That conversation had ended in tears, yours, but Ryan had just pulled you into his arms to calm you down.

It had been three weeks and unbeknownst to you and Ryan, Dylan was fascinated at your dynamic. He stood watching as you nervously looked around shifting your weight from foot to foot seemingly needing something and waiting for Ryan to inevitably appear to help.

“Dude what are you doing?” Nick said, startling and engrossed Dylan.

“You gotta watch this” he replied, pulling Nick by the arm and pointing to where you were growing increasingly distressed.

“Watch what? A nervous breakdown” Nick scoffed, incredibly confused.

“Wait for it…wait for it” Dylan whispered, absolutely enraptured and sure enough not even 3 minutes after you started to exhibit symptoms of distress Ryan was at your side. Water bottle in hand and a light hand on the head to soothe whatever nerves had overtaken you.

“Huh, ok that’s a little weird I’ll admit. But they are friends so…” Nick shrugged, like it was no big deal.

"A little weird? Where did he even come from? How did he know?" Dylan's questions were yelled at a retreating Nick's back, desperate for answers.

Another week passed and everyone had well and truly clocked onto the fact that where you were, Ryan would inevitably follow like some local cryptid emerging from the woods. There had been much speculation by your fellow counsellors as to your exact relationship and there was a running betting pool as to when one of you would confess.

That rumour had made you laugh when Ryan reported it and it had become a game between the two of you to see how much affection you could express before someone clocked on that you were already dating. Now whenever Ryan appeared to return something or to calm you down, he would leave a kiss or his hands would linger as you leaned on him.

Today was a bad day, you couldn’t find Ryan’s favourite hoodie that you’d borrowed and you’d stubbed your toe really hard trying to look for it. You’d gone to lunch in a particularly sour mood, upset with yourself for overreacting, knowing that Ryan wouldn’t actually care. Everyone had picked up on your irritability and were waiting for when Ryan would inevitably appear, but for the first time they’d witnessed he didn’t.

Walking out of the lodge you were greeted by the sight of Ryan jogging up the stairs, lost hoodie in hand. “Ryan!” you exclaimed “where have you been, lunch is almost over come on” you tugged him back inside to get the leftovers you’d saved for him in the kitchen. You’d just made it through the front door when he pulled you around to face him and held out the hoodie for you to put on.

“Is this where you’ve been? I was looking for it so I could give it back to you silly” you exclaimed.

“I know, but it looks better on you anyway” he smiled adorably as you leaned in to kiss him on the nose, unable to deal with how sweet he was.

“I knew it!” Jacob yelled causing the two of you to swivel and find a bunch of your fellow counsellors and kids watching the two of you.

“Knew what?” you baited cheekily.

“Knew you liked each other” he proclaimed, high fiving Nick who was nodding along.

“Of course I like Ryan, he’s my boyfriend” you beamed out, watching in satisfaction as that information loaded in the minds of your watchers. Laughing you pulled Ryan with you into the kitchen, waving goodbye, keen to spend some alone time with the love of your life.

#ryan erzahler x reader #the quarry ryan #the quarry requests #the quarry oneshots #the quarry #ryan erzahler

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fanfic-recs-01 · 8 months

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Spiderlad Fics

This is a list of Peter Parker/Harley Keener fics I like on AO3, if you have any recs for me feel free to send me some!

New Protocols by mg3000

~Peter Parker was nervous.

Like really really incredibly nervous. Like, upset stomach, pacing the room, haven’t eaten all day nervous.

And why, you may ask, was Peter so nervous that he would be genuinely concerned about bringing up his lunch had he been able to eat in the first place?

Well, it was because Mr. Stark was currently on his way back from the airport picking up Peter’s replacement.~

(After)life of the Party by orphan_account

~Whatever bakery Tony went to was probably designer. But they had to have messed up with the cake somewhere, because as soon as Peter swallowed the cake, fire seared the back of his throat, like he’d swallowed acid. His vision blurred and he started coughing. A lot.~

Honorary Cheeseburgers by lavenderlotion

~He has no idea what’s going on around them nor does he care, not when Peter is staring up at him from under his lashes and sucking on his bottom lip. “C’mon, Pete. From what I’ve heard, I think we’d get on great, and that was before I knew you were so damn gorgeous.”~

Sugar Daddies? by Jos_lynn

~5 times the students of Midtown High believe that Peter has a Sugar daddy and the 1 time that proves he doesn't~

it's always who is spider-man, never how is spider-man by i_regret_thatpersonalityquiz

~"Stay?"

Peter finally looked down to see Harley Fucking Keener, Iron Lad, the boy who had caused his shoulder to be throbbing all night, looking away with a slight tint to his cheeks. Peter opened and closed his mouth, no sound coming out.

And he sat back down~

shoulda worn a clean shirt by Bundibird

~(Or: Peter is a disaster bi, and really so is Harley, but at least Harley has his shit together enough to ask Peter out on a date the second he meets him. Meanwhile, Tony is suddenly certain that by introducing these two, he's just triggered the apocalypse.)~

Meetings Galore by RandyQueen

~“I am so sorry about this,” he said before he planted his lips on Peter’s.

Peter Parker despised his roommate's party-throwing habits until a gorgeous guy lands in his lap. Literally.~

Replaced by amywooIner

~Peter comes back after the snap and has a little bit of a breakdown when he thinks Tony has replaced him.~

Forgotten Assignment by Lydia_Phantom

~Peter had been working on his assignment for a week, it was just his luck that he forgot it in his room. Luckily, Mr. Harrington allowed him to call for someone to bring it to him. The only problem? Peter must call Harley during the class. On a speaker~

#spiderlad #peter parker x harley keener #fic recs #peter parker #harley keener

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dumplingsjinson · 8 months

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I disappeared for a few days, because I needed time to process things. I'm feeling better now, and I'm sorry for not being too active. I'll be back to posting prompt lists soon, probably by the end of this week at the latest.

I also come back bearing happier and better news...

I have a date this Saturday with my man who's kinda not my man. (If you've followed my little adventures and mental breakdowns closely then you would probably know who it is 😇)

He suggested us going out this week (he was busy asf until yesterday) like, early last week, and I followed up yesterday night to see if he was still okay to go, and he basically told me "Yes, I made sure to not make plans with friends just for it" (image below because lmfao).

SO UH. HELLAAAUURRR??

The way I was LITERALLY jumping around in my room and squealing and blushing (no man's ever got me doing THAT, not even long distant dude, soooo), I'm so- I'm literally so fucking down bad for a guy who I didn't think I'd end up liking this much. It's actually so embarrassing.

Anyway, we're going to one of those self-service photobooths (I've been thinking of doing this since the third date ngl. I need pictures with him and this is a good excuse to get a few with him which I can keep in my back pocket) first thing, at my suggestion. And then we're going to his home, and hopefully I get to see his cat for real this time lmfaooo.

(He asked if I'm going to stay the night, and I teased him about it. I was like "Boi, you want really want me to stay, don't you?" and he says it's 'cause he's not sure if me travelling home or staying the night would be easier due to the distance between our homes, and then he's like "But also, yes, I do want you to stay. I like cuddles" sooooo. HA. But ultimately, I had to say I couldn't. Even though I really, really want to. Then again, I'm not sure if I'm ready for him to see my bed hair and messy face after waking up, but then again he kinda got a glimpse of that when we were cuddling during the third date lol; watched me fix my hair and fret about how I probably look like a mess and everything HAHA. One day, though. I was so damn close to folding last time so I might end up folding fr this time-)

SO YEAH. Um. I'm going through it. A lot is happening these days. And I'll be so fucking honest, I'm scared and really nervous. This is new territory for me, so like it's all very unfamiliar. And I'm just... Rolling along with it and hoping it doesn't end up breaking my heart. I've been thinking about it a lot and I'm just like... Well. What happens, happens.

But I'm also excited to see where things go. :))

#long post #personal #love life rambles #cat guy chronicles

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Hello again! I’m the person who requested ‘Reader Overblots’ and I’m here to request something that is also blot-related.

May I request Riddle, Azul and Jamil who severely injured their S/O during their overblot and only find out about it after accidentally bumping into their injury either in class or on one of their dates :DD

Love your writing! I hope you’re having a good day or night!!

omg… i love this a lot<3

Also!! Tysm!! I’m having a lovely day so far, and to you as well~!

*＊✿❀【Ｈｕｒｔ　Ｄｕｒｉｎｇ　Ｔｈｅｉｒ　Ｏｖｅｒｂｌｏｔ】❀✿＊*

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Riddle, Azul, + Jamil finding out they hurt their s/o during their Overblot!

Warnings; Reader Injury,

i’m trying to practice writing scenes so just skip to the “keep reading” thing after if you don’t want to read it:)

Your love and yourself are walking around, being tasked with getting some more ingredients for an upcoming party.

You nodded along to his quiet ranting, something about food, you couldn’t bring yourself to remember more than little snippets of what he was saying.

It’s been a week since his overblot, but your foot hasn’t felt any better, on account of you wanting to be there for your boyfriend and not “Taking it easy”. You had managed to escape the worst case “Maximum Damage”, but not without a close call or two, where you ended up scraping your hands and with a sprained ankle after launching yourself out of the way and tripping over your feet over one of this attacks.

“-And then they had the audacity to tell me, “It’s the same thing.” Can you believe that?” They, who was in front of you, turned around to get your input, only to stop confusedly, “Are you okay, [Name]? You look like you’re going to keel over.”

Having saw you were limping before, having brushed it off with a reminder to put your foot up when you told him that it was from Mr. Vargas’s training.

There was, in fact, no Vargas Training, only neglect for your own health.

Anyways, after you do actually keel over on the ground, He rushes to your side in a mix of panic and confusion. He ends up cast a levitation spell on you and leads you to the Infirmary but your hand to keep you near.

Once there, and explaining that they didn’t tell him what was wrong besides previous training with Mr. Vargas.

Later, after going to sit in the waiting room, is told that you needed to rest for the day and that he was dismissed if he wasn’t injured himself.

AZUL is clearly worried, he keeps smiling but it’s clearly saying “God please help me, if you even sound a bit angry even if its not at me then I’m going to have a nervous breakdown and I’m sorry-“

…Yeah, He’s still got sum issues, this is before he finds out “Oh shit this is actually my fault”

When he does find out though! he’s muttering apologies and bringing small peace offerings (cut up fruit and chocolate) even if you say that he doesn’t need to bring them to you.

He apologizes but is also confused on why the hell you went a fucking week on your injured leg, and thinks that you didn’t tell him cause you didn’t trust him which makes him feel worse

After learning you just wanted to be with him through his “recovery period”… Yeah, good luck w that because he keeps you in bed for however long your recovery period lasts so ha

JAMIL isn’t clearly worried, he practiced his rbf for years you ain’t seeing anything “clearly”

He asks the basic questions If you’re okay, do you need anything, what happened-

Oh? It was from his overblot incident from a week ago?… and, you thought you could power through it because you wanted to be with him?

He stares at you, unblinking, in silence until he finally opens his mouth and calls you dumb

and that he loves you, but god you’re so dumb

He feels bad ofc, and apologizes for it but also why would you do that? and keep it a secret?

Jamil won’t be able to keep you company a lot… Is what Jamil and you both think until Kalim learns you’re injured and floods your house with flowers and claims they’re going to stay with you to be at your beck and call.

Jamil is partially okay with it, but also “Kalim please they need to actually rest.”

Anyways, Kalim is the one that.. supports you and gets whatever Jamil tells him to and Jamil actually does the cooking, etc.

Amazing, house husband<333

RIDDLE feels so horrible and won’t leave you’re side, and is also more irritable than normal because he’s mad that he believed such a foolish lie

He doesn’t know exactly what to do but he does buy some if those herbal tea’s for you to drink and sorta relax with

After learning it was, indeed, his fault, he does also feel horrible but has a hard time with it so he just puts his head on your should and apologizes

Trey helps check up on you, and cooks because Riddle will badger you if you try to get up

the type to tie you in a bunch of blankets before he leaves to ensure nothing happens

Riddle won’t leave his dorm, but if he’s not in actual classes (with no other tasks) then he’s at your dorm, helping you with whatever until you tell him you’re okay or you fall asleep.

Riddle, at some point, probably fall asleep while in your bed but you don’t have the heart to wake him up (plus he’s a fucking heater) and yeah<333

#there was an attempt #{..no identity found..}#twst x reader #jamil viper #jamil x reader #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #gn! reader

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Disarm pt. 9

Words: 7.5K (holy shit)

Story Summary: Edward and Y/N take things to the next level. Edward worries about telling her about his plans.

Tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, chronically ill reader, anti-social Edward, obsessive thinking, kissing, biting, smut, domestic fluff, vaginal sex, fingering, penetration, first time, classic riddler meltdown

warnings: MINORS DNI, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, fingering, biting, first time sex, descriptions of chronic illness symptoms, mental deterioration, depictions mental health issues/breakdown

Chapter 9- I'm Your Lover, I'm Your Zero

Edward couldn’t stop thinking about the other morning, him on top of Y/N, their passionate kisses, marking her as his. After that had happened he had definitely gone down a few rabbit holes on the internet about other things to do with a partner. Quite a few. It was making it very hard to focus on his job. He would be looking through some lowlife’s receipts, adding up the numbers, double-checking dates, and then he would be thinking about how good he had made Y/N feel. It had also been making it hard to completely focus on his plan, which was bad because he only had a week and a half left to tie up the few loose ends that still existed. One of those loose ends being: actually telling Y/N about the plan. He shook his head, clearing that thought from his mind, and re-focused on his work. He practically ran out of his office at the end of his work day, excited that he had plans with Y/N after. As he was fetching his jacket from his locker, he checked his phone. He felt his heart leap when he saw he had a text message from her. Hey Eddie, I really want to see you but I’m not feeling very good today… I think I’m gonna have to stay home and rest. Can we raincheck for tomorrow? Edward deflated. If she needs her rest, she needs her rest… He thought, trying to quell his disappointment. He texted back: I’m so sorry that you’re feeling bad today, baby. If you need me to come over to your place, just say the word. Once to his car, Edward anxiously checked his phone once more to see if there was another text. No, it’s okay! I’m just gonna be sleeping and won’t be much fun until I feel better anyway. I’ll see you tomorrow Eddie :) Damn. He wanted to go over there so badly but didn’t want to intrude if she was feeling too tired. Pulling out of the parking lot, he headed back to his apartment. Alone. He was annoyed at how dejected he felt and also worried about Y/N. Usually when she wasn’t feeling well, they would read or watch a movie together, but she was too tired to even see him. He knew that the colder weather was a lot harder on her. Maybe he should go check on her just to see that she was okay. Edward glanced at himself sternly in the rearview mirror, breaking his train of thought. No. Stop. It’s fine, you will see her tomorrow.

Besides, now he could tie up those loose ends since she wasn’t going to be around. Except the one about telling her, his inner voice cruelly reminded him. Edward tightened his grip on the wheel. He knew that she would be fine with his plans, even impressed at how well he had thought everything out. That wasn’t what he was nervous about. Y/N would always accept him no matter what. No, it was more the risk factor. He knew he had to tell her, but the more she knew, the more trouble she would be in if something were to go wrong. Not that it would––he wasn’t going to get caught.

Unless you do, his inner voice continued. Edward gripped the wheel and shook his head. He focused on coming up with anagrams of signs he saw on the drive, determined to quiet his negative thoughts. He focused on the anagrams until he pulled into his lot, thankful his anxieties had quieted down. While grabbing his keys and coat from the car, Edward ran through a mental checklist of everything he needed to do. Feed the rats in the basement, double check all the detonators one last time, have the flashdrive with the video for the media ready to go… He opened the hatchback of his vehicle and pulled out a bag of rat food he had bought. The rats were courtesy of Y/N’s apartment. So cute that she insisted on me using live traps. Edward smiled. She was so helpful. Walking up to the door of his building with the bag of food slung over his shoulder, Edward was grateful that he was at least going to be able to keep very busy until tomorrow. —--------------------------------------------------------------- It was 10 AM the next day when he got another text from Y/N: Hey Eddie, I’m so sorry, I’m still not feeling well. I’m having a bad symptom day :( Hopefully I’ll feel better tomorrow so I can see you. Reading that text made Edward’s stomach hurt. He quickly typed out a reply: I’m so sorry Y/N. I will bring over anything you want or need. Are you okay? Edward paced through rooms in his apartment, checking his phone every minute for updates. When there weren’t any after 5 minutes, he flopped down on his couch. Prime numbers, prime numbers… Closing his eyes and leaning back he counted until he felt his phone buzz. It’s really okay! Please don’t worry about me, just my regular cold weather intolerance stuff. I don’t want to bore you so I’ll just see you tomorrow! You’ll see me today. Edward had his mind made up already. He rummaged through the closet and quickly found the duffel bag he secretly kept packed for Y/N with various helping items for her symptoms. Slinging that over his shoulder, he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. —----------------------------- Y/N sat down on her bed, her head in her hands after sending that second text to Edward. She felt like shit. Her body felt too hot and she was unsteady on her feet, her head pounding. She laid back down on the bed, letting the waves of nausea roll through her, focusing on her breathing. And still, she wanted Edward there. She wanted him there so badly. She squeezed her pillow, imagining cuddling up to him. She had such an intense desire to text him again, tell him to come over but she pushed it down. She had to think rationally. Taking care of someone who is sick isn’t fun, she knew that, especially someone who was sick so often. And Edward was always busy it seemed, either at work, or thinking about work, or bringing work home. She saw how little he slept, how hard he worked, all the notebooks filling his home. She couldn’t bear to add more on his plate.

She cared about him way too much to become a burden that he had to worry about. —-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Edward knocked on Y/N’s door urgently. After a moment, Y/N’s weak voice responded. “Hello?” “Baby, it’s me,” Edward spoke gently, stepping back as he heard the door unlatch. Y/N stood in the doorway in just a baggy t-shirt, her hair disheveled, the skin under her eyes looking a bit dark. Edward felt his chest tighten. “Oh, Eddie,” Y/N looked confused, “Didn’t you get my last te—” She was cut off as Edward scooped her up into a hug. “I missed you.” Y/N squeezed back, surprisingly hard, her face pressed into his chest. “I missed you too… I’m sorry I don’t feel good. I really do want to spend time with you. I just don’t like people seeing me like this,” Y/N admitted. Edward felt his heart sink hearing her talk like that. “I would never judge you.” He looked down and gently tilted her chin up to face him, looking into her eyes. “I accept you completely.” Y/N looked away, blushing. “I… I know you accept me, it’s just hard.” She moved to the side, letting Edward into the apartment, closing the door behind her. “I don’t want to be like this in front of people that I––” she stopped suddenly, letting out a shaky breath. “I don’t want to be like this in front of people,” she repeated softly. She winced, rubbing her temple. Edward felt his heart ache seeing her in pain, both emotional and physical. I would do anything to make her feel better. He gently took both of her hands, and waited until she looked up at him.

“Y/N, I love you,” he said quietly, almost as if he was afraid to say it.

Edward had known that fact for quite a while now, but this was the first time he had said it out loud. Y/N’s eyes widened and Edward felt like he couldn’t breathe, terrified of what was to come next. “I… I,” Y/N stumbled over her words. “I love you too Eddie, so much!” she proclaimed breathlessly. Edward had known that Y/N accepted him, and had even thought they were perfect together but actually hearing it confirmed out loud was like a religious experience. He cradled her in his arms, leaning down to kiss the top of her head, awestruck that this was actually happening to him. He squeezed her so tightly, pulling her to him as if she was a lifeline. He felt like he was enveloped in divine light. Inhaling her smell in a deep trembling breath. It was only then that he felt wetness on his cheeks. “Say it again,” he whispered into her hair. “I love you Eddie.” He closed his eyes and just held her, reveling in the feeling of existing with her.

He didn’t know how long he actually held her for, he would have lived in this moment forever if he could but Y/N wasn’t feeling well and he needed to take care of her. He reached up and quickly wiped his eyes before Y/N could notice. “We need to get you back to bed, baby.” After giving her a soft kiss on the lips, without hesitation, he scooped her up into her arms. “Eddie!” Y/N protested. “I can totally walk to the bedroom myself!” she squirmed, blushing deeply. Edward smirked. She’s so cute. “I know you can, my love, but I want to carry you.” Edward noted that the bite marks he had given her a few days ago were still there on her neck. They were faded, but definitely still visible. He felt a familiar rush of heat run through him, but tried to not focus on it. Pulling his attention away from the fading bitemarks, he also noted with worry that Y/N did feel a lot warmer than usual. Gently laying her down on the bed, he felt her forehead. She also looked very tired.

“Oh… yeah,” Y/N mumbled. “I think I do have a bit of a fever,” she said, pulling the blankets back over her. “It’s mild though.” “Be right back,” Edward replied, getting up quickly. He went to his duffel bag he left in the living room and pulled out water bottles, pain meds and an ice pack.

Returning to Y/N’s room, he saw she was lying down with her eyes closed Edward set the items he had brought on her nightstand. “Here, you should drink at least one of these so you can stay hydrated. I also brought pain medication if you want that and an ice pack if you get too hot…” He rested the back of his hand against her forehead again. “Just let me know.” “Aww, Eddie, thank you. You’re the best,” Y/N replied, caressing his hand. “I think I just need to lay down and I’ll be okay,” she sighed. “I would watch TV with you, but I know that it would give me a worse headache right now if I tried.” Edward frowned and soothed her hair. “I’ll read to you.” He picked up a book on her night stand with a bookmark in it. “Is this the one you’re reading?” “Mmhmm,” Y/N answered. “But only if you’re up for it.” Edward climbed under the blankets with her book in hand.

“Here. Get comfortable,” he directed, allowing Y/N to rest on him. Once she was comfortable, Edward began reading, gently rubbing her back with his free hand. He was three chapters in when he felt her breathing soften.

Glancing down at her he saw that she had fallen asleep. He quietly closed the book and set it on the nightstand, careful not to disturb her.

Afterwards, he adjusted his position so that she could continue sleeping on him comfortably and he could watch over her. This must be what heaven is like, he thought. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The next day Y/N was feeling better. After two straight days of rest and with Edward helping to take care of her, she was having a good symptom day. The fact that Eddie had told her he loved her had definitely put a little more pep in her step as well. She squeezed her hands to her chest and did a little happy dance in her room just at the thought of it. What a relief it was! My Eddie. She had told Edward that they could hang out at his place tonight, and he had left to go clean up his apartment before bringing her over. She shook her head and smiled at that. His apartment was always clean, but Eddie was so particular. It worked out in her favor today though because Y/N had plans that she wanted to enact. Y/N examined her appearance in the mirror, frowning a little. These underclothes aren’t fancy lingerie or anything, but I still want to look… hot. She turned to the side and looked. Maybe not pink. Before her symptoms had taken a turn for the worse the past couple of days, her and Edward had been getting… hot and heavy. Y/N felt her face grow warm thinking about their past make out sessions. Edward’s lips on her skin, the way his large hands felt on her body. His messy hair and beautiful eyes.

She felt butterflies when thinking about his smirks and teasing. Lately it seemed like that was all she could think about and how much she wanted more. She really did love Eddie. She loved him so much that her want for him was almost uncontrollable.

She eyed her bruises in the mirror, tracing her fingers over them. Memories of where Edward’s mouth had been. By this point they were almost completely faded. I want him to make more, she thought as she sulked about it. Digging through her drawers she searched for something that would be more acceptable.

Oh, maybe green? She thought as she spotted Edward’s jacket he had left at her place. It seemed to be his favorite color. She noticed her hands were shaking when she went to pull the new matching set out of the drawer. She exhaled loudly, and shook her hands, doing a little shake in her bedroom. “Why am I so nervous, there’s nothing to be nervous about!” she stated to herself sternly. Pulling on her new picks, she fretted. What if Edward doesn’t want to… Or doesn’t want me? Looking back in the mirror, she was pleasantly surprised at how good they looked on her. Contemplating her faded bruises again in the mirror, she thought of how intense Edward had been while making them. How he had flipped her over… How good he had felt between her legs. At that thought her stomach lurched, filled with butterflies. You’re being silly. He definitely wants you. He loves you just as much as you love him. “Okay,” Y/N said, standing up straight. “Definitely green.” Heading to her closet, she dug through it, searching for clothes that would be warm enough for the chilly Gotham fall and look cute. After finding her outfit, she went and made sure her overnight bag was packed. It had clean clothes, her heart monitor, vitamins, her daily and emergency medications. Can’t forget these, she thought, annoyed. Every hot girl has her matching set and at least 3 medications to take, she thought sarcastically. She heard her phone chime. Ah, that must be Eddie outside! Grabbing her stuff, she excitedly headed out the door. —-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Edward felt jittery. He had barely touched his food he picked up for the two of them at the diner. The impending start date of his plan loomed ever closer and that weighed heavily on his mind.

His jitters were only exacerbated by the fact that Y/N was… completely distracting. She always looked beautiful to him, but tonight especially. He kept finding himself focusing on how well her clothes accented her body and the faded marks on her skin. Too often being enveloped in completely inappropriate thoughts. He felt his face get hot as he tried to shake the images from his mind.

“Eddie, can I come closer to you? I’m cold,” Y/N asked, looking up at him through her lashes.

“Of course!” He lifted his arm as an invitation for her to come cuddle him on his side of the couch. “As if you have to ask.”

Y/N pressed close to him on the couch, adjusting her leg so it was over his, her hand dangerously close to his waistband. Edward felt the muscles in his core tense, and the familiar heat rise in him. He swallowed, his mouth feeling dry. Y/N sure does look very good today.

He wrapped his arm around her and absentmindedly rubbed her back, very half-heartedly watching the TV. Y/N shifted her weight against him and Edward did his best to not think about how good her body felt pressed against his. He definitely was not thinking about the things he had read on the internet on “How To Please Your Partner.”

He felt guilty… almost. He wanted her so badly. He wanted to have her as his and his alone, but there was so much she didn’t know.

You should tell her, he thought, giving her a sidelong glance.

It was conflicting keeping so much of himself from her. He had told her that he loved her, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell her about his plans. It was because he loved her that he couldn’t, he didn’t want her to worry. But doesn’t she have a right to know? his inner voice chided. She could be in danger, especially if you take things further.

“Eddie, what are you thinking about?” Y/N asked, jerking him from his thoughts. “You look so serious right now.”

How badly I want you. “Oh, I’m sorry. Just work stuff still,” Edward answered with a carefully crafted smile. “It’s been a long week.”

Y/N pouted. “Aw, babe, I’m so sorry your work is stressing you out. Is there anything I can do?” she asked, rubbing her hand on his chest, leaning in very closely.

Edward stiffened, his face growing hot. “N-no! I’ll be alright.”

A look of what seemed like disappointment to Edward flashed across Y/N’s face quickly, before she replaced it with a smile.

“Okay, well just let me know if there’s anything I can do,” she replied, sinking back into his arms.

They watched TV for a few minutes and Edward realized that Y/N was being much quieter than usual.

“Are you feeling okay, Y/N?” he asked, concerned.

She turned her face towards him, “Mmhmm!” She answered with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Edward looked at her inquisitively, his brows furrowed. “Is there something wrong?”

Y/N looked down, and started fiddling with the edge of the blanket. “No, I’m fine! Really!

“I can tell something’s wrong.”

“This isn’t how I wanted this to go,” she mumbled.

“What—“

She gave a frustrated exhale, running a hand through her hair. She quietly for a moment before her words came spilling out in a rush. “I’m just… I’m nervous that I’m not enough for you. You’re so smart, you actually have a job, a future, and I don't have that right now and I’ll just bring you down and I–I picked out this outfit to impress you and I don’t think it’s working and I just don’t—“

“Wait, wait, wait,” Edward interrupted, cutting her off. “You don’t think you’re enough for me?” he asked incredulously. “How could you ever think that?”

Y/N looked at Edward with a surprised expression. Edward knew he should calm down but he couldn’t accept that she thought that.

“Enough for me?” He shook his head, fixing her with his intense gaze. “Enough for me? Y/N, you’re the only person I fucking care about. I love you.” He felt so frustrated.

“You could never ‘bring me down.’ You honestly…” He let out a frustrated exhale. “You’ve changed my life. You inspire me!” he ranted.

“And don’t try to pretend like you aren’t smart either. You’re the only person in Gotham and possibly the world that’s worth speaking with.”

Y/N looked down, her face flushed and Edward gently reached out and lifted her chin back up to face him. Thinking about her last comment, he flushed as well.

“A-and your outfit did impress me, you don’t know how much,” he admitted, his voice low and gravelly. “But what did you mean by you ‘didn’t think it was working’? Working to do what?”

Y/N responded by leaning forward and gently pushing Edward back against the couch. He was confused, but leaned back as she guided him. After, Y/N put her hands on his shoulders and carefully straddled his lap, resting her weight fully against him, a motion which made his mouth go dry.

“Working to make you want me… Just as badly as I want you...”

With that, Edward crashed his lips into hers, tugging at her lower lip with his teeth before kissing down to her neck. “I do want you,” he murmured.

He traced over his previous marks with his lips. “So badly.” Edward gripped her exposed thighs, her skin hot under his hands, and pulled her downward onto him, leaning against the couch.

Soft noises escaped Y/N’s lips as she grinded against him. She ravenously ran her hands over his frame, trailing from his stomach, up to his chest and then shoulders. He felt heat spreading under his skin.

You should tell her, Edward’s inner voice interrupted. Tell her before this goes any further.

However, those thoughts were pushed from his mind quite quickly as his brain became overloaded with how badly he wanted––no, needed Y/N.

Thrusting up into her roughly over and over again, Y/N’s breathing became ragged. She moved her hands from his shoulders into his hair, sending electricity down his spine. Edward moved to her neck, biting into the soft skin between her neck and shoulder, smiling as she let out cute little whimpers every time he sank his teeth into her. He pulled away just to look at her face and his smile turned into a smirk when he saw how red her face had gotten and how dazed she looked. God, it made him want to ruin her.

Edward brought his lips near Y/N’s ear. “Can’t you feel what you do to me Y/N?” he whispered, rutting his hips against her deliciously. He groaned, the tension growing within him almost too much.

Y/N leaned back, caressing his face once before climbing off him and before Edward could ask if everything was okay, she peeled her shirt off over her head revealing her beautiful figure wrapped in dark green lace.

Edward felt like he was going to explode. This feeling only intensified when she started slowly peeling off her skirt as well, dropping it to the floor below her. Oh fuck.

Y/N giggled looking at him and Edward remembered to actually pick his jaw up from the floor.

“You…” he had a hard time finding words. “You look stunning.” Y/N blushed, smiling shyly as she sat back on the couch. “Thank you,” she responded, reaching over and pulling Edward on top of her. Edward happily obliged, carefully positioning himself over her, unable to stop himself from trailing his eyes over her entire body in wonder and anticipation.

He cupped the side of her face in his hand and kissed her deeply as he felt Y/N wrap her legs around him, arching her back to meet him.

God, this was everything he had ever wanted. This was perfect––he couldn’t believe this was his life.

He slid his hand to her neck, gently cradling the back of her head as he continued kissing her, unable to get enough. Y/N leaned into his kisses wholeheartedly, reaching up and running her hands through his hair, and to his face, cupping it to pull him closer.

With his other hand he trailed it up her ribcage, and over her breast, eliciting a whimper from Y/N.

Moving lower, he edged his fingertips just beneath her bra, her skin hot under his touch.

He looked to Y/N. “Is this okay?” he asked softly.

“M-mmhmm,” she eagerly breathed in reply. “More than okay.”

He pressed his hand fully under her bra and felt his cock twitch against his pants now that he had a handful of her. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple roughly, hearing her breath hitch in her throat.

He moved his other hand to her other breast, doing the same, realizing that when he pinched and pulled roughly Y/N let out louder, needier moans.

Edward looked down at her, proud of his handiwork. He had done so little of what he had read about and she was already a mess.

Y/N reached back and quickly unclasped her bra, desperately pulling it down and tossing it to the side.

Edward bit back a moan feeling his body grow hot looking at her exposed like this, exposed just for him. He rutted against her, trying to relieve some of the tension. He kissed down her collarbone, and paused over her nipple, savoring the moment. He used his tongue to gently lap at it first, causing Y/N to squirm underneath him.

“So needy for me,” he murmured against her hot skin before pulling it into his mouth, biting and sucking. Y/N gasped at his ministrations, running her nails down his back. Edward enjoyed her reactions thoroughly, his nerves on fire.

Y/N grabbed his hand and led it down towards her stomach. “Please,” she begged, looking at him with upturned eyes. Okay, now for the other things, he thought, feeling slightly nervous. He reached down and put his hand between her thighs, over her panties, eyes widening when he felt that they were soaked.

That made him feel very good about himself.

Holy shit she’s so wet, and I’ve hardly even touched her.

“You’re amazing,” Edward breathed reverently, pressing kisses to her face as he stroked his fingers up and down her entrance.

Edward was losing his composure quickly and he needed his damn pants off. He leaned back and pulled his shirt over his head and then reached down to unbuckle his pants, grinning giddily when Y/N reached forward to help him tug them off.

Once they had successfully gotten his pants off, she grinned and pulled him back to the couch. She rubbed her hands over his thighs as he hastily clambered back on top of her, her touch causing his stomach to tense. She was touching him in places he had never been touched by another person before and it felt so very very good. Adjusting to be on his side, he slipped one hand under her back to support her, watching her face the whole time he reached his other hand back down and slipped it under her panties this time.

Y/N’s eyes closed, her mouth falling open, letting out a soft whimper. Edward trembled, absolutely in awe that he was actually getting to do this. Her skin was so hot and wet under his touch as he reached down and ran his fingers through her wetness, brushing against her entrance.

Y/N writhed under him, arching her back to press closer to him as Edward continued to watch her. It was amazing how her whole face, down to her neck, became flushed.

He trailed his fingers up, searching for the clit and stopped when he felt Y/N jerk under him, biting back a moan as he felt a hard nub under his fingertips. There.

He rubbed his fingers in tight circles on it, feeling her buck her hips under his hand. His fingers growing slippery with how wet she was, he reached down and pushed his middle finger into her, pushing up and forward. Just like that I think.

He watched her face closely for a reaction, Y/N’s brows wrinkled and her hips stuttered against him. Okay, yep, right there. He added another finger, feeling delirious with lust.

“Oh f-fuck Eddie—“ her words interrupted by a moan. Edward quickly racked his brain for what to say, thoughts becoming ever more difficult.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

Y/N whimpered in response, moving her hips against his hand desperately.

“P-please, Eddie… I want you so bad,” she pleaded. Edward’s brain went blank hearing her beg for him like that. His whole body was on fire. He couldn’t believe that he could make someone as special as Y/N make these noises.

He felt a little panicked inside, but did his best to keep his composure.

He moved back up to kiss her, and she wrapped her arms around him, running her hands through his hair. He melted under her touch, so happy to be with her. It will be alright, it’s just me and Y/N. We’re perfect for each other.

He broke the kiss, standing up to tug off his boxers, suddenly feeling very self conscious as his cock sprang free. Y/N looked at him with an unreadable expression and he felt his face go hot, desperately wanting to know what she was thinking, suddenly wishing that they had done this in a darker room. Am I disappointing her? “What?” Edward asked, his voice coming out a little more tensely than he would have liked. Y/N covered her face with her hands, her face a deep red. “Eddie, you're perfect.” The anxiety that had been building up within Edward suddenly dissipated, his face growing warm from Y/N’s words. “So are you.” Y/N let out nervous laughter, “I’m sorry for staring, you’re just… you’re just a lot bigger than what I’m used to.” As if this day could get any better. Edward felt a wave of confidence rush over him, but then paused for a moment. “Um, that’s going to be okay right?” he checked. Y/N walked over to where he was standing, and took his hands, leading him back to the bedroom. “I’m not worried about it.” Back in the bedroom, Edward grabbed Y/N and started passionately kissing her as she backed towards the bed. Edward held his hand to her back, gently leading her down on top of his bed. He lowered and took the top of her waistband in his hands, slowly pulling her underwear off. Now that she was unclothed, he couldn’t help but stop and take all of her in, drinking in this moment. He looked down at her adoringly. God, she was so beautiful and all his. Only his. The love of his life, right there just for him. He pressed kisses to her stomach, kissing upwards back to her breasts. He could already tell that biting and sucking on them was going to be a favorite pastime of his. He loved the way it made her squirm. He gasped as he felt Y/N’s hand grasp his cock, slowly rubbing it up and down. Edward just about saw stars at the sudden feeling, his breath leaving him. As Y/N continued her ministrations, Edward’s knees buckled and his breathing became ragged. It took so very little to get him going. He had foolishly thought that having her touch him there would be fine because he had spent a lot of time taking care of himself that way but for some reason Y/N’s touch was different. “Wait–wait” Edward huffed. “If we keep going like this…” Edward stuttered, his mind going numb. “I…I need to be in you.” Y/N looked at Edward adoringly. “Please,” she whispered.

She laid back on the bed and Edward followed, positioning himself between her legs. Reaching into the side dresser by his bed, he pulled out a condom and rolled it over his throbbing cock. “Are you ready?” he asked Y/N, catching her gaze to make absolutely sure. Y/N nodded, pulling Edward down to her and kissing him enthusiastically. He smiled against her lips as she reached down to help guide him, positioning him at her entrance.

Edward pushed his hips forward, just the head of his cock pushing into her. She was so wet and warm. He let out a soft moan. This was already way better than he had ever imagined.

Checking Y/N’s face for any discomfort, he slowly pushed himself into her, stopping about halfway in. Y/N groaned at the pleasurable stretch, her legs already shaking. This was happening––this was real. Edward felt like he could cry. He reached down and brushed his finger over her clit as he pushed himself the rest of the way in and Y/N cried out, a moan coming from deep within her as he completely filled her.

“E-Eddie, please don’t stop,” Y/N whimpered, her lashes wet with her own tears. “I love you so much.” Slowly, she brought her hand up to Edward’s face, rubbing her thumb along his cheek. His cheek felt wet with––Oh, Edward realized. Tears. He was crying just like Y/N was.

“I love you too…” he leaned forward, pulling her close. “I love you too”

Everything was for her. His plan, all of his work, all of his love… all of it was for her. He needed no one else––just for her to be happy.

She kissed him and he felt as if he was on fire. He pulled his length out, just to slowly push it all the way in again relishing in how well she gripped him. God, she was so fucking tight around him––he didn’t think he was gonna last. He gave a few more slow pumps, allowing her to adjust to his apparently large size.

“You’re taking me so well,” he breathed, amazed by her. Y/N whimpered under him, her breathing hot and heavy.

He paced himself, thrusting in and out of her slowly while she moaned beneath him, grasping at his back. He tried to keep up his languid pace but it felt so good, too good.

Damn, he was losing his composure, his pace was becoming quicker. He pulled her hands up and pinned them to the bed with one of his hands as he thrusted into her deeply. “You’re mine,” he growled, feeling the tension coiling throughout his body.

Reaching down he continued to play with her clit, Y/N letting out a choked sob of pleasure. Watching her come undone underneath him only added to his own wave of pleasure that was rapidly growing.

He could feel Y/N spasm and contract around his cock, causing him to quicken his already relentless pace. He thrust into her at a merciless rhythm, pounding her as she pleaded for more.

Oh, fuck. Edward groaned and felt like his vision was going blurry. He had tried, but he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. With one last thrust, he was pushed over the edge, tension snapping, the wave of pleasure crashing over him.

He knew that Y/N had to be close. He paused for a second, letting himself come down from the high, breathing heavily.

“Did you cum?” Y/N asked.

Edward nodded his head yes against her. “But don’t worry––I’m gonna take care of you as well.” With his cock still in her, he reached down and rubbed her clit in tight circles, biting his lip as he felt Y/N clench around him.

“A-Ah, Eddie,” she moaned. “That feels so good.” Slowly, he started rolling his hips into her at a languid pace, dragging his cock all the way out of her just to slowly push it back in. The overstimulation caused his legs to shake and toes to curl.

As he felt her breathing quicken, he pushed into her more roughly, angling up, trying to hit the spot inside of her that he had read about.

Y/N arched her back, her face growing more and more red, whimpering almost constantly at this point. Edward continued to rub her clit, making sure to keep his rhythm, even if it was making him see stars. “That’s it, baby,” he praised. “Just like that” “E-Eddie, I’m…” she babbled. “I’m gonna…!” “F-fuck!” Her words devolved into a loud wail, and Edward felt her entire body tense beneath him, her walls spasming around his cock as her whole body shook, coming completely undone under him. Edward collapsed forward, covering her with kisses, both of them breathless and covered in sweat. They laid like that for a beat, Edward just breathing and letting his heart rate get back to normal. He idly wondered if this was how Y/N felt all the time. After that thought, he pushed himself up to look at her. “Are you alright?” he asked, wanting to make sure. Y/N lazily smiled up at him, her face still flushed and glowing. “I am amazing.” Edward chuckled at that, looking down bashfully. “Me too. I agree with your statement.” He slowly pulled out of Y/N, causing her to whimper at the loss of fullness. He smirked to himself while going to toss the condom away. “Sorry, baby, but we have to get you cleaned up.” Y/N pouted, and reached her arms out, beckoning him to come back to the bed. “Let’s cuddle first.” How could I say no? “Of course.” Edward climbed back into the bed, pulling her to him, Y/N pulling the covers over them both. She rested her head on his chest and Edward felt pure happiness. Happier than he had ever felt in his life. He kissed the top of her head, his eyelids growing heavy. He glanced down to see that she already had her eyes closed and was comfortably curled against him. We can clean up later, his last thoughts as he drifted off to sleep. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The past few days had been amazing. After their first time, the two of them were like magnets. Sometimes tangling up in each other before the door to Y/N’s apartment had even closed behind them. It had been amazing––perfect, even––but Edward had a growing unease in the pit of stomach that became stronger each time they made love. His plan was now just days away. He had come up with an excuse that the heat was out at his apartment to keep Y/N from coming over so he could effectively use it as his base. He hated having to lie to her. He had lied again earlier in the day, saying that he was too tired to make the trip over to her apartment after work, because he had to stream. Idiot. Edward thought, watching the traffic light in front of him change from green to red.

It was late––well, early actually. Once again, Edward couldn’t sleep. He was restless and even his word games weren’t helping him as he drove. Edward couldn’t ignore the panic that was beginning to grow inside of his mind. His plan was set to start in one week on Halloween night, and he had gotten Y/N too involved. If he were to get caught, Y/N would go down with him.

Before, the possibility of getting caught hadn’t really bothered him. He hadn’t much liked the life he was living anyway back then, but now things were different. It wasn’t just him anymore, Y/N’s life was at stake now too and that was unacceptable. Of course, he wasn’t planning to get caught. My plans are foolproof, he thought, glaring up at the intersection ahead. But… On the small chance that he had missed something, on the tiniest possibility that he did get caught, then… His mind filled with the dreadful possibilities as he gritted his teeth.

He had never planned for things to go this far when he first gave her his number. He had gotten too excited and told her about his Renewal discoveries. He had stupidly told her to text him her findings. Pulling up to a stoplight, Edward rested his forehead on the steering wheel for a moment. “Stupid, stupid, stupid…” he muttered. As he sat back up he caught his reflection in the side view mirror. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” As much as he tried to think around it, Y/N was now involved whether he liked it or not. Even though it would be so simple for Edward to get rid of the implicating text messages between them, they had been seen together at the diner and in the park countless times! Surely someone would come forward after everything came out. She was spending the night at his apartment, they were dating…

If he did get caught, she was going to be considered an accomplice. Why had he let this happen? He was always ten steps ahead of everyone else. He always had everything planned and perfect and under control. But with Y/N he had been too blinded by love, too distracted by the excitement. He huffed through his nose, squeezing the steering wheel in irritation. He quickly swung a right, going down a familiar path that he had avoided for years, his mind quickly becoming a swirling mess of thoughts. Twenty minutes later the sound of tires on gravel echoed outside of the abandoned orphanage. Edward climbed out of his car, slamming the driver's side door vehemently behind him. He stormed right up to the wreckage, fists balled at his sides. “FU-U-U-U-CK!!!” Edward screamed. The truth was that he had known the danger. He had alarm bells going off in the back of his mind every time they met, every time they talked. Every time they kissed. Every time he wanted more and more and more. Every time they had made love. And you ignored it. “Shut up.” Edward murmured to himself, running his hands through hair. You ignored it because you wanted to have her all to yourself. “SHUT UP!” Edward shouted, urging the bad thoughts to not overwhelm him. You didn’t want to think about the consequences of your actions. You— “STOP!” Edward screamed, pressing his hands harshly into his head. You wanted to have her. Edward dropped to his knees, sobbing. More than you wanted to protect her. “Stop… Please… stop...” Edward whispered between sobs. Mercifully, his dark thoughts quieted as he cried. Edward hated this. He hated crying, hated feeling this way. Come on, he thought to himself, trying to force the emotions to stop, just like he had practiced as a child. Pull yourself together. Edward wiped his eyes and surveyed the wreckage of the orphanage. You’re not going to get caught. She’s not going to get caught. He repeated in his mind, over and over again as his sobs slowed.

Slowly picking himself off the ground, he surveyed the wreckage around him, remembering how he had single handedly burnt it down himself and had gotten away with it. See? He just needed to get Y/N and himself out of Gotham before the flood hit. That was doable right? He was The Riddler, after all. However, that meant that he needed to actually tell Y/N about everything. Of course Y/N would be accepting, he knew that much. They were perfect for each other. They agreed on all aspects of Gotham’s corruption and both of them had been wronged.

It was just that he didn’t want to cause her needless worry. He remembered how anxious she had been about him just releasing information anonymously about the Renewal fund’s embezzlement. And his plan was so much more than that now.

He could just imagine how worried and anxious she would be when she knew the full scale of his plans. She might even try to talk him out of it, worried that he would get caught.

“Ugh...” Edward muttered, hiding his face in his hands. “What a mess.”

Taking a deep breath, he put his hands down and looked up at the night sky. He would tell her. He would wait until his plan was well underway, but he would tell her. I just want to keep her oblivious and happy for as long as possible.

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aziraphales-library · 2 years

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Hi! I‘m looking for any good fics that have Crowley and/or Aziraphale as being sexless/no-effort beings. Points if they are insecure about it at the start but become comfortable in themselves by the end. Some angst/comfort would be good to.

Many thanks!

Hello! Here are some fics in which one or both of them have no genitalia...

I Want It, For You to See Me by cheerios_and_wine (M)

Aziraphale tries a packer for the first time. He's a bit nervous about how Crowley might react to to this change. Of course Crowley lets him know there's nothing to worry about.

12. In Water by Quefish (E)

Aziraphale has a relaxing bath, complete with a fantasy.

Effortless by MelayneSeahawk (E)

Crowley had been waiting for this for weeks, ever since Aziraphale had admitted that yes, he was attracted to Crowley but had been hiding it all these years for fear of retribution from their (now former) bosses. Crowley had excitedly confessed that he felt the same, but Aziraphale still wanted to go slow, taking him out for dinner and the theatre and concerts just like usual, but with a distinct sense of this is a date, we are dating that was never there before.

Awake To What You Like Best by TheLinThing (T)

The morning after two celestial beings confessed their love, they awaken to feelings none of them ever felt before. It's time to explore what has been left unexplored for 6000 years, and Crowley is more than ready to dive in head first.

Intimate by Davechicken (M)

You save the world together. You buy a cottage together. You live together.

You forget to set the other things in stone.

(And we're not talking who does the dishes.)

In which: Aziraphale wants to talk about What It Means and What Do We Do Next and Crowley only mildly has a breakdown and everyone ends up happy.

Just the Way You Are by Kat_Rowe (T)

Angels are, at their creation, biologically asexual. All too aware of his own vulnerability to pleasures of the flesh, Aziraphale has spent 6,000 years avoiding the sin of Lust by simply never adopting the equipment necessary to experience it.

Until his relationship with Crowley started to grow more intimate (and more physical), Aziraphale never gave it much thought. Physical incompatibility can be solved in an instant, but he finds himself worrying how Crowley will react, and about the assumptions he might make.

Now that they're covered in stardust and on their way into the shower, the issue can't be avoided any longer. But a tense discussion is a small price to pay for a romantic shower with your best friend in the universe.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #no effort #aziraphale has no genitalia #crowley has no genitalia #non-sexual intimacy #mod d

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ridiasfangirlings · 10 months

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omg😭😭 kingbook with homra too please lmfao🙏🙏

Homra has an advantage with Kingbook, in that they actually want their King to friend them XD Imagine Totsuka finding out about this from Munakata and he thinks it would be fun, he probably even makes a little Homra group for planning beach trips and such. Mikoto obviously has no interest in setting up any kind of profile so Totsuka helpfully takes care of that for him (I imagine Totsuka asking permission by just tossing in a ‘hey, can I make your profile for you’ while Mikoto’s half asleep and taking Mikoto’s ‘whatever’ shrug as an enthusiastic yes).

Except of course since Mikoto doesn’t even look at his profile this causes something of a complex in his clansmen, imagine Yata giving Mikoto these sad puppy looks and finally Totsuka asks him what’s wrong. Yata tries to play it off like he’s not really upset but…he sent Mikoto-san a friend request nearly a week ago and Mikoto didn’t respond, is he mad at Yata did Yata do something wrong. Totsuka assures him that it’s fine, King is just slow. Totsuka promptly pulls up Mikoto’s profile and sees that basically the entire clan has tried to friend Mikoto and Totsuka sighs, pulling a face as he settles down to approve each and every one of these requests so that no one has a nervous breakdown.

After this I kinda imagine Totsuka as official handler of Mikoto’s Kingbook profile he decides wouldn’t it be fun to use his powers for evil sometimes, just to keep everyone on their toes. Like imagine him playing with Mikoto’s relationship status, putting ‘it’s complicated’ and the whole clan is worrying about it for a good week, like is Mikoto-san dating someone or did he have a breakup or is the Blue King behind this. Kusanagi is the only one aware that Totsuka’s doing this and has to remind him to stop playing with the clansmen, like please don’t leave a comment about ‘trimming the friends list,’ I’m tired of everyone coming into my bar trying to suck up to Mikoto so he won’t unfriend them.

#k project #Talking K #Kingbook is still superior to Facebook bc Kingbook is owned by a benevolent dictator #Munakata :P #MIkoto doesn't care about this at all so Totsuka decides to have some fun :D

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hellcab · 2 months

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Roth's new bio ( VER-1 )

Hey, I'm just working on revising Roth's bio. So please, give me some time and read this if you want. I would love to have feedback.

Among the living, Roth ( Marion ) Kruger was a mordacious, contemptuous jerk. Damnation made him worse.

Roth’s life was a nightmare of circumstances, outside his control. Abandoned by his parents, Roth became a ward to the state at eight years old. He spent his childhood at Saint Emiliani Orphanage, in New York City. Eventually, Roth was aged out from the system, thrusting him into the world. Despite his rough upbringing, Roth wanted to make something out of himself.

Yet, failure was his only option. The first domino was being framed for plagiarism at New York University, by someone he once considered a friend. Despite his pleas, Roth’s protest fell on deaf ears. He was ushered out, blacklisted to further his humiliation. From there, Roth’s life spiraled out of control.

Struggling for work, Roth found employment with the checker cab company. The job, though grueling, kept Roth above water to survive. Around this time, he collected a group of friends, notably Nina Roberston and Scott Holden. Nina was a self-made fashion designer living in Harlem, whom Roth dated. Nina was the light in his life, a reminder that there’s still good. Scott was a troubled veteran, who was disgraced after it was revealed he shared information with his North Vietnamese captors. This “betrayal” was to save a wounded comrade, whom The Vietnamese were withholding medicine from. It was Scott’s fate that eventually broke Roth.

After a heated argument, Roth abandoned Scott at a bar. Scott was forced to walk home, where he was accosted by two NYPD officers. Without much provocation, the officers started beating Scott for “resisting arrest”. Scott though, managed to fight back and try to escape, not wanting to hurt anyone. For his trouble, he was shot. The bullet pierced his back and paralyzed him.

Nina was the first to tell Roth, which devastated him. Unable to process the grief and regret, Roth suffered a nervous breakdown. In his madness, he took out his pain and frustration out on Nina. The result left her heartbroken. On that night, Roth lost all his friends and his religion. Proclaiming that, there’s no God. Roth’s erratic behavior saw him fired from his job, losing his apartment and becoming an outcast.

In 1979, of that same year, Roth was murdered.

At night, Roth was on the Brooklyn bridge. He had nothing left, no friends, no home, and no hope for the future. There, he struggled to jump. Someone came along, to choose for him. The Wire, an infamous serial killer, ambushed Roth on the bridge. Despite the surprise, Roth fought back with every inch of his life. Unfortunately, The Wire won in the end.

Roth was thrown over the bride, landing into the freezing waters below. The impact didn’t kill Roth, but the drowning took him. A week later, Roth’s corpse was found by harbor workers. Police ruled his death a suicide. Nina, still heartbroken, had Roth buried with money she earned through her shop.

In Heaven, Roth arrived well ahead of time. He was shown in, thinking he somehow made it. Roth’s delusions were soon crushed, as he was put on trial. A committee of angels decided Roth’s fate, while his guardian Angel defended him. For prosecution, Dearie made the argument for Roth’s damnation. The committee sided with Dearie, much to Roth’s horror. Out of desperation, Roth blindly thought he could escape the courtroom. At the door, he was greeted by an Exorcist.

The Exorcist subdued Roth, dragging him away as he screamed and begged. He was soon thrown into Hades, into Hell.

In Hell, Roth was surprised. It wasn’t the inferno described by Dante, but a world of excess and vice. It reminded Roth of New York’s seedier parts, all condensed into one and overexposed. But Roth was still frightened beyond belief. Even more so, he was horrified by his demonic appearance. Slowly and surely, Roth got his bearings around Pentagram City. By wits and gut instinct, he survived.

In 1983, Roth landed a job with The Gehenna Cab Company, one which provided enough to afford his own apartment. To this day, he still works for Gehenna Cabs, mostly by doing the bare minimum. Still, to this day, Roth remains the same mordacious jerk that was damned. Still, a sleazy scumbag, who blames others for his own problems.

There’s more however, than meets the eye.

Roth, however, isn’t any ordinary Sinner. In Hell, Roth has learned many forms of magic, most notably Chaos Magick. He’s adept with black magic and will use it to his advantage. Though limited by the rules of magic, Roth is dangerous.

But, then again, his magic comes at a price. His own sanity is slowly and surely being drained. Resulting in Roth becoming more and more unhinged.

There’s also on important Rule, Roth has broken in magic.

A knocked door cannot be unknocked.

#roth kruger.#tw: suicidal thoughts.#tw: murder #tw: incredibly sad shit.

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Iz///ch has cute factor, but i don't think that would be enough, the implications are pretty unsatisfiying.

It kinda just feels like Uraraka is doing all the work of bottling up, thinking through and then supposedly accepting her feelings, while Izuku never shows interest outside of being flustered that she is a cute girl that he's good friends with.

And he's the type to not actually notice when someone likes him until they tell him, so on that alone, to have him magically love her as if he "always had meant to", when his motive to accepting her as a girlfriend would likely be out of pure teenage boy excitment over dating a pretty and nice girl. Bc that's the only indication from him that we get. It's entirely unfair.

Like, that only work better if they were to develop his side after everything, or having to do all of that off screen, which i don't see happening anyway.

You're right, it would be entirely unfair on Uraraka's part. On top of that, it also wouldn't be make sense??

Midoriya definitely comes off as the type that he would date someone that he genuinely has a close connection to and notice said connection, the work is mutual, it's equal.

Like, yeah, you're right. This kid is so oblivious to almost everything about romance and girls and sometimes looks mortified when he does catch on.

Look at this face here. He looks embarrassed, but almost horrified to me here. That scene with Hatsume's boobs? Usually in anime, especially Shonen, the boy usually has a goofy smile on his face. Dude looked close to having a terrible mental breakdown.

There's barely any "work" on Midoriya’s side that indicates that he really likes Uraraka like that. Yes, he gets nervous sometimes around her, but he has around any other girl. He later compliments her hair, but it felt more like "Oh, like your hair" and not "I like your hair, you're cute, let's date". He compliments her because she says "I'm an oddball" and what do a lot of friends do? Any time someone says something "negative" or says a comment about themselves that seems self-deprecating, a counter is always "No, not true. You're so cool, and you did this and you did that, etc."

And given this is coming from Midoriya who notices everything and a rambler, it does seem like something he would say, something he would throw in there.

What's crazier to me this is the one time Uraraka doesn't even like go "Oh, Deku, you're so sweet". This is the one time she's like "dude, I meant something else" and then she brings up someone else in the conversation. She brings up Toga who she later wants to talk about love with and offers her blood to.

The scene doesn't come off as romantic for me, just a moment where two friends get to have a nice moment together.

(Can we appreciate how cute they look though? Look at those side profiles!)

With that said, My Hero Academia just comes off as a story to me that the ending would be immediately what happens, like not a "ten years" later story. It feels like the ending would be a "days later" or even "weeks later" story. Like the ending to Heroes Rising and World Heroes Mission where the story ends a couple days later after the main plot is finished. Even if it did end years later, it just feels like the ending would show more of how different society is and how Midoriya is as a Pro Hero.

I mean, romance doesn't seem like a priority to him. His goal always been about saving people. Same on Uraraka's side. She wanted to be a hero to help her parents and others.

If either really wanted to date each other or other people, I think for them it would come naturally. Not the moment they find someone cute they're like "let's date" right then and there.

#kiya answers #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha 342 #bnha manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #uraraka ochaco #midoriya izuku

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“Be Still, Just for Me” Bakugo x Fem!Reader, Ch. 45

First Chapter

Previous Chapter

(all chapters are available in my masterlist!)

Summary: Bakugo Katsuki, a Pro Hero in Japan, is used to the routine: wake up, kick villain ass, rinse and repeat. He’s living his dream, soaking in all he’s ever wanted and worked for.

During the brief moment he lets his guard down, everything changes.

Tossed into a world without quirks with nothing but the clothes on his back, he’s forced to accept the help of someone who knows exactly who he is: a manga character who should definitely not exist.

Chapter length: 12k

Warnings: T+ for language, no warnings

Reminder that the A03, Wattpad, and Quotev links will be in a reblog so this post shows up in search results! They’re also in my profile header! <3

Co-written and plot mapped by @rose-sparks13

thanks to all my beta readers!!! <3 @birinboom, @bananabossbitch, @jems-all-in-a-wood, and a few others who prefer to remain anonymous. NOTE: please ignore and forgive anytime i might've misspelled "Yaoyorozu" because I swear I spelled it three different ways throughout the chapter and @birinboom bonked me on the head for every single one

Chapter Title: The Night We Met

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"Oooh, I feel like I'm gonna barf." Your hands never felt so jittery before, shaking like a leaf in the wind; well, no, that probably wasn't entirely true, but it damn sure felt like it was in the top five potential nervous breakdown moments in your life so far. Just to be safe, you hurried to the bathroom with the toilet seat up and paced on the cold tile. Despite your stomach's twisting unease, nothing came up.

Waiting for someone to whisk you away to the world of My Hero Academia so that you could reconnect one last time with Bakugo Katsuki would no doubt give anyone brain fog at the plausibility of it all.

You should've been excited - you were excited - but the stress of committing such a risky leap into turbulent waters was nerve wracking to say the least. If things turned out well and Katsuki didn’t outright reject seeing you as his surprise birthday gift after six months, then you’d not only get to spend valuable time with him again, but you’d get to meet his friends, see Japan, and experience the world of My Hero Academia with your own eyes; an opportunity singular to you and only you in the entire world as far as you were aware.

On the other hand, what if your sudden reappearance instigated Katsuki into another angry outburst to mirror that awful night after the theme park date? What if waiting months after Uraraka arrived with her gift at a second chance was the wrong thing to do? Rejection tasted like glass shards, sharp and bloody and nearly impossible to pick out every tiny piece. Hearing it from him the first time was bad enough even though he took it back and apologized less than an hour later… but you weren't sure if you could take having all of his friends watching as he potentially rebuffed your arrival at his own birthday celebration.

Catching yourself in the bathroom mirror, you frowned at the stress evident from the shadows under your eyes; sleeping last night proved nearly impossible with anticipation twisting in your stomach. Nevertheless, you tried to rest as best you could considering the incredibly busy day ahead of you if things went according to… well, whatever plan Katsuki's friends had in store.

You'd been anticipating this moment ever since Uraraka left your apartment months ago. The realization of what exactly you agreed to didn't set in until that evening when panic slowly crept in as you went through a mental checklist of what you needed to do in preparation and what could possibly happen to derail all of it once you arrived. You asked for time off from work for the week of April 20th right after the holidays. To keep your parents from worrying if they tried to contact you, you told your parents that you were going on a week-long trip with some friends where you wouldn’t have close access to cellphone towers.

Most unexpectedly of all was the fact that you and Livia from the ramen shop had actually become friends. Though she was younger than you and things had obviously been awkward at first, you found her energetic and optimistic personality a welcome gift in your dejection as it slowly waned with time. And because she had actually met Katsuki, you told her that you were planning on going to Japan to try and visit him for a week. It wasn't a lie… your trip was taking you to Japan… just in a different universe.

"Oooh, that's straight out of a romance book my mom would read I swear," she'd said after you explained. "You nervous?"

"I mean, yeah," you joked with a dry laugh as the two of you sat at a small café after work for warm drinks and pastries. "I've never been to Japan, but I've always wanted to go… "

"I meant about seeing your man again." Livia picked a crumb off her plate and stared at you with raised brows.

You fidgeted with your mug and avoided her scrutiny. "Oh… um, yeah. Just unsure of how things will go, I guess. Since he doesn't know that I'm coming as far as I'm aware-"

"Hold up." She blinked, obviously disbelieving your words. "He doesn't know you're planning this trip? Um, explain that one to me?!" Face scrunched and twisted in a way that anyone who wasn't being interrogated by her would find funny, Livia held her palms up facing the ceiling to pass the conversation back to you.

Scraping your teeth across your top lip, you thought about how to spin this so she would buy it. She was smart enough to get into law school, which meant she was smart enough to pinpoint your bullshit. "So, like, his friends found out about what happened and contacted me saying that he wished he could see me again… sooo, we're kinda planning to surprise him… which wasn't my idea! I said they should tell him what they were gonna do, but they're his friends, not mine, and they wanna keep it a secret in case I can't make it or something…"

She sat across from you, chin in her palm, lips pursed before she let her tongue click against the roof of her mouth. "You're gonna get kidnapped."

"What?! No-"

"This is like, stranger danger 101. Now. I'm totally into traveling and experiencing new things and chasing what you want, but this sounds sketchy as hell."

To anyone that didn't know the true context of the entire situation, yeah, it did sound like a dumb and audacious idea to travel to an unfamiliar country to find a guy you knew for a month. However, Katsuki and Uraraka and all of their friends were trustworthy Heroes who only wanted to bring the two of you together again. They'd never bring you there if it would put you in danger; if anything, being around top Heroes would be the safest possible option.

You tapped a fingernail on the side of your cup and sighed. "It does sound reckless, yeah. But it's still four months away and I've talked to his friends. You and my parents know I'll be away. Like, I get it and this whole plan sounds like a bad Lifetime movie plot… but just-" The tea in your mug almost sloshed out onto the table as you slid it to the side and leaned forward into Livia’s personal space, eyes determined, and mouth pulled into a thin line. “Just know that I wouldn’t do this if I thought something bad would happen or I didn’t trust Kat’s friends. And even if our meeting doesn’t go as planned… well, I’ll just explore Japan on my own, then. Which is why… I’m wondering if you couldhelpteachmeJapanese!”

The last words - a plea towards your new friend - slurred together as you sank lower into your seat. One of the biggest obstacles you knew you’d face being in a different country was that you knew next to zero Japanese aside from the easy phrases Katsuki helped you with. There was no way your phone was going to work there since Uraraka’s didn’t work here, so learning as much as you could in as little time as possible was your best chance at having some mild independence while there; plus, it was a huge bonus if you were able to talk to Katsuki without having an annoying robotic voice to translate every little thing.

Livia's face morphed into the most shiteating, smug expression that would even give Katsuki a run for his money. "Aaah, I see what's going on here. You want me to give you Japanese lessons so you can talk to your hottie boy toy easier. OK, I might indulge you… but what do I get?"

"I'll pay you money."

"Deal." Her response was so immediate, you couldn't help but snicker. "Plus, if you know the basics, then I’ll feel better about you going… but if they do kidnap you and you escape, I’ll totally be your defense lawyer.”

All you could do was shake your head limply trying to hold in your laughter while picking at the last crumbs of pastry on your plate. It wasn’t as though you were leaving your whole life behind for a guy, now that would’ve been dumb, even if the guy in question was Bakugo Katsuki. He was the one from the shounen manga story, not you.

Now, months later as you double-checked your bag to make sure you had everything safely packed away while replaying Japanese phrases in your head. Clothes to last for a week, plus extra socks and underwear, hygiene products, makeup, styling tools for your hair, a phone charger that you probably wouldn’t even need… and Katsuki's orange hoodie.

His scent had long since faded from the comfy fabric even though you tried not to wear or hold it too often. Sometimes, you just wanted to press into whatever was left of him as a source of comfort, even if it left you with mournful nostalgia. Maybe if things went well, he'd toss it in with his laundry or wear it so you could bring it back… or maybe that was a bad idea considering this would really be the final time the two of you could be together. Just delaying the inevitable.

And finally, sitting on top of everything else was the red dress that had been gathering dust in your closet.

You planned on wearing it for this birthday party of his. Hopefully, he’d think it looked as good on you as it did on the hanger. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be upset at seeing you again after all this time…

At that very moment, you jumped up from the couch and stared at the center of your living room as an iridescent shimmer began to appear and swirl around the air. Recalling when Uraraka left six months ago, this had to be-

“Oof!” The simmer quickly formed into the shape of a person before materializing fully. A familiar-looking man in plaid, sun-faded jeans, dirty boots, and a beard that nearly engulfed his entire face landed with a hard thud on your floor.

“Fuck, shit, are you OK?!” You remembered how tired he was last time and thought you were prepared, but having someone manifest out of glitter in your living room was still kind of shocking. Bending down, you helped him onto the couch before grabbing him a glass of water. “Um, Devin?”

Clearing his throat, he finally looked at you and nodded. You knew it was him, but your nerves frazzled the rational part of your brain because you were about to travel to a different fucking universe!

Devin’s strength began to return about ten minutes later as he took a deep breath as if sucking in clean mountain air before sitting up and letting it all out again. “Wa- ah, chotto matte,” he said with a thick American accent before he dug into his pants pocket and pulled out two things: a small device you didn’t recognize, and the champagne cork that looked just like it did six months ago; true to his word, he’d taken good care of it.

You watched as Devin fiddled around with the device before holding it up between the two of you. “This thing workin’?” A small light on top flickered on before a robotic-but-pleasant voice came out of a speaker on the bottom. It seemed to translate Devin’s words into your own language… except it was much faster and more accurate than your phone app.

“If you’re asking if I can understand you, then yes? It works." Well, this was something you didn't expect. "Is this a translator of some kind? Why didn't Uraraka bring it with her last time?"

He took another long sip of water and relaxed into your couch. "Yep, it's a translator thingy. And it seems to work a lot better than whatever you used; still weird, but ah well. As for why we didn't have it before, well it didn't exist. Uraraka apparently thought ahead and asked someone in Support to make it with the excuse that it could help with their Hero work or something."

"Support? Oh, you mean like someone who makes support items for Heroes?" Devin barely knew you and vice versa, so you weren't scared of accidentally saying something that Katsuki possibly didn't mention. The underappreciated department gave all Heroes their edge with specialized equipment and gadgets; it made you wonder if Hatsume was still around.

"That's right," he confirmed while carefully placing the cork back in his pocket. "They'd already been workin' on this thing for a while since rescuing tourists could get messy if you're trying to tell 'em something important. But don't ask me how it works because I don't have a clue. I chop wood and fix stuff; Hero tech isn't my area."

All of that made sense, and you felt lucky that they'd use a fancy gadget like this to help you out. "Ha, I'd been practicing Japanese since you and Uraraka left in preparation, but four months isn't long enough to know a whole lot. This is appreciated. Thanks, Devin."

He shrugged. "Thank Uraraka. I'm just the messenger. Also a taxi, I guess… so uh, you ready to go or…?"

"Oh, right. Umm… just one question, I guess. What's the weather there like right now? To make sure I packed appropriate stuff." Sure, a logical question, but maybe you were also stalling out of fear of what would happen once you got there. This was what you wanted - something Uraraka claimed Katsuki wanted, too - so all you could do was hope for the best.

Devin found your question simple enough to answer. "I know about comin' prepared for a trip, though my pack is usually full of provisions and survival gear. Weather's nice in Japan right now. Cold's mostly moved on and a light jacket should be plenty."

OK, yeah, that worked. You'd looked up the weather in Tokyo here but weren’t sure if it would be exactly the same there. Anything extra just meant you were stalling. "Then… y-yeah, I guess I'm ready."

He waited for you to turn off all the lights and make sure you left nothing plugged in like most people would do when preparing for a vacation. You also sent texts to your mom and the few friends who knew you'd be gone before turning off your phone. If they tried to call and got some kind of disconnected message, it could cause unnecessary worry that you would hate to deal with when you came back home.

"Does it hurt? Teleporting, I mean."

"Nah," he assured as he stretched his thick arms towards your ceiling. He'd given you the fancy translator to hold along with your bags. "You'll feel a tug behind your belly button, but it happens in a flash. Probably be kinda disoriented and tired, but it'll affect me more than you."

If it wasn't for Devin and the dedicated effort of Katsuki's friends, none of this would even be possible. "Thank you for all of this, Devin. Without-"

"Nah, no, none of that." Holding up his hands as if you were sick, he sucked in his lips until they were completely hidden behind his beard. "I'm doin' all this as a favor to someone. But you better make this little journey count and snag that guy of yours, got it?"

Heat pooled in your cheeks as you shuffled your feet. Even this stranger was rooting for you and Katsuki to try and make it work… temporarily, at least. "Half of it is up to him, but I'll do my best. Now, let's go before I do something dumb."

Devin cracked his neck before extending his elbow out for you to hold onto. Terrified that a vital part of you would somehow get left behind despite Devin’s reassurance, you gripped his sleeve and dug your fingers into his arm while your other hand shakily held onto your suitcase. Please let this work, please let this work, please let me not barf as soon as I get there…

You screwed your eyes shut while Devin pulled out the old All Might keychain Melissa gave him. All of these small, ordinary items held so much emotional significance to their owners… the world really was a crazy, beautiful place behind it all, huh?

The tug behind your stomach was immediate, like a vacuum trying to suck you into a powerful whirlwind that gave you no time to escape. Your vision swirled and meshed like a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes shoved into a blender. There was no time to process dematerialization or what you imagined taking LSD might be like, as everything turned blindingly white before something hard and flat came up to meet your palms and knees.

I'd much rather fall out of bed than deal with that. Thoughts disoriented and blurry, you groaned as you tried to figure out what happened, where you were, and if all of your limbs were still attached. Although nothing hurt, your eyes felt as though you’d stared straight at the sun for a second too long and struggled to open them. Unrecognizable voices talked around you in Japanese as you tried to sit up before a painful twisting in your chest had you doubling over in discomfort.

Meanwhile, halfway across the city, Katsuki and Mar were talking to authorities after just apprehending a rowdy group of wannabe villains trying to start trouble at a bank.

"Mm, that's right," Katsuki said to one of the cops on the scene. "They- hhrg!" Out of nowhere, a sharp jolt struck him right through the chest and nearly took his breath away, causing him to stagger and lean against a nearby building for support.

"Dynamight?! What happened? What's wrong?" The officer followed Katsuki’s glare as he whipped his head around trying to find the source of the pain, paranoid that a hidden villain had somehow managed a sneak attack on him again… but just as quickly as it began, the pain subsided. Also, for some unexplainable reason, the ache that had plagued him since first returning home six months ago, the light tug of invisible thread wrapped rigidly around his heart… lessened. The thread was given slack like a jump rope resting on the ground while two points still held the handles.

A bead of sweat ran down the side of his face at feeling the paradox of simultaneous worry and relief. Mar's voice came into focus as they jogged up behind him.

"Dynamight-senpai? I saw you double over and-"

"You secured the perimeter, right? All the villains are in custody?" He avoided Mar's worried expression and instead stared across the horizon of the city trying to mentally piece together what just occurred.

"Um, yes. I double-checked and everything's in order and accounted for. Did something happen…?"

Katsuki remained silent, his lips pulled into a thin line. Just let me get through my fucking birthday without any bullshit.

Back at the Midoriya household, you were dealing with similar confusing feelings muddying your thoughts compounded by the daze of landing in a stranger’s house with people who looked familiar. You almost couldn’t believe it despite knowing they were just as real as Bakugo Katsuki.

A tall woman with long black hair pulled into a neat ponytail trailing over her shoulder and dark granite eyes was tending to Devin laying limply on a nearby couch with a damp cloth. She looked exasperated while trying to keep polite composure as she spoke in hushed Japanese.

Another person, this one with pale pink skin, matching hair, yellow horns, and dressed in loud but chic clothing waved her arms dramatically while giving an earful to-

“Oh my god,” you mumbled to yourself as you immediately identified the mop of forest green hair, freckles, and long-healed scars covering his hands and forearms as he nervously attempted to assuage the pink-skinned woman who was now karate chopping him on the head. Though they were older, taller, and noticeably more muscular - Midoriya, especially - you were clear headed enough to put names to their faces.

Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina, and Midoriya Izuku currently surrounded you while you recalled what the hell happened over the last five minutes. You landed on the floor, distressed voices in alarm, your chest hurt as though someone had smacked your sternum hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs, someone helped you sit against the edge of a chair…

Your murmuring must’ve drawn Midoriya’s attention away from the frustrated Ashido as he swiftly walked forward with panicked eyes, glued his arms to his sides, and bowed generously while repeating what you could only make out as a string of apologies in rushed Japanese as you sat dumbfounded on the floor with your knees pulled into your chest. The translator Devin gave you lay off to the side since you dropped it while trying to break your fall.

"Umm… " While you slowly reached for the translator while staring awkwardly at the man apologizing to you, Ashido gently pushed him to the side with a roll of her large black eyes before kneeling in front of you as her expression softened.

"Ogenki desu ka?" Ok, you could finally put some of your studying to good use…

"Uh, hai, genki desu," you answered easily. This mild disorientation was finally wearing off. For whatever reason, that made her giggle which reassured you that nothing had gone catastrophically wrong with this part of whatever their surprise birthday plan entailed.

Just as your hand was about to close around the translator, Ashido noticed and snatched it up with quick reflexes before holding it up curiously. "Nanda korya?"

"G-gomen! Hai," Midoriya stammered while grabbing the device out of her hand and handing it back to you. Pressing the "power" button that Devin showed you earlier, a green light flickered on while Ashido pouted.

"Thank you," you said as the pleasant voice reverberated out of the bottom. "I don't really know what's going on… I mean, I sort of do, but-"

"Please tell me you're (y/n)-san?" Midoriya looked as though he'd barely slept in days, so the least you could do was pacify him even though you desperately wanted to know where Katsuki was.

You nodded and he deflated in relief. "Thank goodness… so, it really worked-"

"Excuse me, Midoriya-san." The woman you assumed to be Yaoyorozu stood up from her place next to Devin, her perfect posture and disciplined visage almost imposing despite knowing her kind personality from canon. Hopefully, she hadn't changed drastically in that regard since being a teenager. "Can you please fill Ashido-san and I in on what exactly is going on? You asked us to come and help you with an important favor for Bakugo-san's party tonight, but have been evasive on the details. Who are these people," she said, gesturing to both you and Devin, "and how did they get here?"

Knowing Midoriya hadn't actually told them who you were and what you were doing here made you want to curl up into a ball to catch up on missed sleep. Did that also mean they didn't know where Katsuki had been all that time he was gone? You knew his friends were as impulsive as they were strong, but there was no way this would go off without a hitch. What a mess and I've barely been here ten minutes…

Chancing a look at the couch to your left, you asked, "Is Devin alright? He said he would be tired afterwards…"

Yaoyorozu followed your line of sight and sighed. "Yes. He's asleep, but fine. Apologies for my rude outburst. I'm Yaoyorozu Momo and this is Ashido Mina. It seems like you already know Midoriya-san and that you are not fluent in Japanese judging by your accent and use of the device in your hand…”

With fidgeting fingers, Midoriya stood up and again bowed in apology, this time towards Yaoyoruzu. “Sorry, sorry… I know this all must be confusing, but you and Ashido-san were who I thought of first to help with our, um, plan. Also, if we could try and keep it down… Ochaco is resting right now, but she’ll wake up soon to help with tonight since I know she wants it all to go well…”

“That doesn’t tell us much.” Ashido stood up and brushed invisible dirt from her thighs. “I mean, I like surprises and all as much as the next girl, but we really need more to go on than that… why are you staring at me?”

Her sudden inquiry made you realize that your eyes were glued to her appearance, which made you feel incredibly embarrassed. “Crap, that’s rude, sorry,” you apologized while standing up yourself to make sure the dizziness was finally gone. Introducing yourself properly even though they heard your name through Midoriya a moment ago, you explained, “It’s just… no one has pink skin or horns in my universe. But I still shouldn’t stare! You’re very pretty and it’s a lovely shade of bubblegum pink.”

Cupping her cheeks demurely, Ashido fluttered her lashes and gleamed. “Oh, well, thank you- wait. What’d you just say? What do you mean in your universe?!?”

You looked to Midoriya for silent advice on what to say since that answered a few questions regarding what they knew or didn’t know, but luckily he stepped between you and the other two bewildered women. “I-I know that must sound weird, haha! Like I said, it’s hard to explain… but um, hopefully (y/n)-san can fill you in because I have a lot to do before seven o’clock tonight.” Silently balking at Midoriya shoving the responsibility of telling perfect strangers your history with Katsuki on your own shoulders, you frowned as he continued to plead his case. “Just help her get ready? I guess??”

Ashido and Yaoyorozu shared a look that spoke volumes. “Midoriya-san, ready for-”

A familiar but tired voice echoed from somewhere down a hallway on the opposite side of the room. “We were too loud! I swear, Kirishima-kun, Todoroki-kun, and I will make it up to you two! Devin-san can stay here for now, but if you all could leave and just come back later tonight, I think that will work best."

Rather than wait for an answer, Midoriya quickly but politely shooed all three of you towards the front door while you dragged your single bag of luggage and purse behind you. Ashido and Yaoyorozu huffed while they slipped on their shoes, Midoriya continuing his trait of apologizing profusely before he opened the door, waited until his guests were fully outside, and waved goodbye before leaving you standing with your back to Yaoyorozu and Ashido while silently panicking. This wasn’t exactly how you expected to be welcomed by Katsuki’s friends…

On the other side of the door, Midoriya came close to banging his head against the frame from his own frustrations. “Why’d I do that?! Kacchan’s going to blow a hole in my chest if he finds out I pushed his girlfriend out of my house because I can’t handle everything myself-”

“Izuku? What’s going on?”

He turned around to find his wife, now almost seven months pregnant, holding her stomach while tiredly pointing at Devin still asleep on the couch. Her drowsy face and messy hair from waking up were adorable to Izuku; he wanted to keep her as relaxed and stress-free as possible as the pregnancy progressed, which was why he’d attempted to handle all of the party planning, communications, favors, and Kacchan’s extra special surprise gift all on his own despite Ochaco’s insistence that she was still perfectly capable of helping.

Back outside, you stood by awkwardly as Yaoyorozu and Ashido discussed what to do about, well, you.

“Look,” you interjected while wheeling your suitcase behind you like a lost tourist in a foreign airport. “I’ll explain what I know and why I’m here and all of that if you give me a chance. But it’s kind of a long story… I just don’t have anywhere to go and don’t really know anyone here besides Uraraka and Katsuki.”

At using his given name, Ashido’s eyebrows shot up and the warm sun above sparkled off her sheer lip gloss with a silent “ooh…” while Yaoyorozu, ever the prim and proper lady, brought a hand up to her mouth as struck by your presumed social faux pas. Black eyes glistening curiously, Ashido reached over and tugged you by the elbow towards a very nice and expensive-looking car parked nearby.

“I think you really do have a lot of explaining to do, missy… YaoMomo!” She called over her shoulder with a wave of her free hand. “You mind driving to your place?”

Knowing she wouldn’t get any answers as to what in the world was going on without agreeing, Yaoyorozu nodded with a sigh while pulling out her keys and mentally noting which tea blend would help with her inevitable headache.

It proved difficult keeping your attention on Ashido and Yaoyorozu as you sat in the back seat studying the architecture, signs, and people - oh, the people - who differed so drastically from the familiar. Even though it looked like a normal residential neighborhood, it reminded you of the picturesque animation styles from classic slice of life anime with kids running to school with toast hanging out of their mouths. But what truly caught your attention were the people going about their day. Someone had more arms than Shoji while another seemed to have hair that twirled like lavender flames.

It really hit you that you were the odd one out here. Not just as someone from outside their world, obviously, but you were also quirkless. Considering that only a quarter of people were quirkless in the canon timeline, that percentage had most likely shrunk even more over the past decade. Feeling so out of place, it reminded you of Katsuki's initial arrival. Well, with several key differences.

"Helloooooo, anyone in there?" Ashido's sing-song voice snapped you away from the car window as you held tight to your purse in your lap. She looked at you quizzically over the headrest while Yaoyorozu kept her eyes trained to the road ahead.

"Sorry. This is just a lot to take in… but you want to know what all this is about, right? And who I am and why I'm here and all that?"

"Bingo," she affirmed. "We're Heroes so our whole job is to help people, but all this is like, giving me weird vibes. And what you said earlier about people not having pink skin where you're from? What's that about?" Her tone was pleasant laced with skepticism, but her large black eyes seemed to regard you with slight mistrust. You really couldn't blame her and were honestly frustrated with Midoriya for leaving this part of their "plan" in your own hands when you were more out of the loop than anyone; well, except for Katsuki if they'd managed to keep this whole situation a secret since December.

"Yeah," you breathed out with your head heavy on the back of the seat. "You both deserve to know what's going on since you were dragged into this… I'll try to summarize but it, uh, might be a long story…"

The car rolled to a smooth stop at a red light as Yaoyorozu said, "We have six hours until the party tonight. That should be enough time, right?"

Wrapping up six months worth worth of time in as many hours would've been doable if you were able to get through it all without questions or interruptions, but less than five minutes after nervously recounting the first day he arrived so many months ago, Ashido nearly made Yaoyoruzu lose control of the car with her yelling.

"NOW HOLD ON!"

"Ashido-san, please don't make sudden movements while I'm-

"You mean to tell me," she continued while halfway turned around in her seat to face you, face smeared with incredulity as Yaoyorozu returned her focus to the road. "That aaaaaaall this time, Bakugo was just fine and dandy while all his friends thought he was in trouble? And that you come from a different universe that’s similar to ours, but everyone’s quirkless?!”

Gnawing on the inside of your cheek, you avoided eye contact and gave a short nod. Ashido opened her mouth while the device in your hand translated, then shut it again as Yaoyorozu interjected.

“I can understand Ashido-san’s… hesitance to accept such a tale,” she admitted, fixing her slick black hair in the rearview mirror while waiting for some pedestrians to cross the street. “But I trust Midoriya-san and assume he is aware of what happened since you are here because of his help, I assume. Kirishima-san and Todoroki-san must also know where Bakugo-san was since he mentioned them as well…”

Ashido huffed and slumped against her seat. “I knew Kirishima was keeping secrets. He’s such a bad liar. Best bro friend privileges, I guess. OK, OK, so like, he crash-landed in your house, so what-”

“We’re here.” You peered through the gap in the front seats as Ashido turned around to see a set of large and intricate iron gates swing open to reveal a long, winding driveway leading up to a beautiful house big enough to fit at least ten of your apartments inside. Right, Yaoyorozu is rich… I feel too poor to be here.

It felt similar to walking into a ritzy hotel, wheeling your suitcase behind you as you followed Yaoyorozu and Ashido inside. Following their example, you removed your shoes and slid on a pair of indoor house slippers that you knew were customary in Japanese homes to avoid tracking dirt everywhere. Again, you felt incredibly out of place: a tourist in a new place with no real direction, resources, or friends - well, except for Katsuki and Uraraka - relying on the kindness of strangers; the situation really was parallel to Katsuki’s. The sooner evening came and you found out if this whole ordeal was worth it or not, the better.

Yaoyorozu led the two of you through a sprawling entryway and into a dining area that could’ve easily seated twenty people. Along the way, you spotted photos hung up on the walls of Yaoyorozu and her supposed parents since they were never shown in canon. The pictures that gripped your attention, though, were the poses of her standing next to a shorter woman with dark violet hair and long earlobes that ended in earphone jacks. Holding hands. Smiling… oh man, does this mean MomoJirou is canon?!

A pink hand gripped your sleeve and tugged you further into the house. "C'mon, missy. YaoMomo can tell you about herself and her girlfriend after we get some more answers. Man, that translation thingy is annoying… "

"Not as annoying as using an app on my phone that's only about seventy percent accurate," you admitted before someone you didn't recognize appeared from around a corner and held out a gloved hand as if wanting to take your suitcase. "Um…"

"Don't worry." Looking up, you saw Yaoyorozu seated gracefully at a table as another unidentified person waited patiently at her elbow. "Kageyama-san will keep your things safe while we talk. Are you hungry? Some tea will be out for us shortly."

OK, this was a little more overwhelming than you expected, but things could've been worse. "I'd like to keep my bags with me if you don't mind." There were too many sentimental things stuffed behind the zippers and letting them leave your sight, even if they would be secure in trusted hands, made you uneasy. "And I don't want to impose or anything… but I guess I was too anxious to eat breakfast this morning, so I wouldn't mind a snack."

Ashido echoed your desire for some food, albeit in a more relaxed and amicable way, before sitting down herself with her chin resting in the palms of her hands while Yaoyorozu waved off who you now assumed to be hired help. Feeling black and grey eyes staring you down expectantly, you sat down with your things at the table, Yaoyorozu at the head and Ashido seated at your opposite.

Clearing her throat as if to begin a speech, Yaoyorozu cut the silence. "Now that we are comfortable, I'd like you to continue explaining who you are, why you're here, and what happened with Bakugo-san while he was missing."

None of this was going how you expected it to play out. These two heroes were familiar to you from canon, but they were essentially complete strangers who were trying to understand your motivations; yet another parallel with Katsuki's stressful vacation away from home. Maybe once you gave them enough diary-esque word vomit to satisfy their curiosity, the stiffness embedded in your spine and fidgeting fingers could finally relax. It'd be nice to be friends with Katsuki's friends…

So, with a deep breath to steady yourself, you began.

Your confusion and his anger. Your generosity and his needs. Your flustered inelegance and his effortless poise. As you talked, Yaoyorozu and Ashido slowly began to understand. The warm tea and appetizing spread of food placed in front of you went untouched as you recalled that first week and a half with Bakugo Katsuki. It was as simple as tying your shoes or brushing your teeth, tasks ingrained and completed without effort. After all, you'd lost count of how many times you replayed his visit from beginning to end over the last six months. Rewinding the tape to remember and sadly smile with nostalgia and yearning before pressing the button worn down from the oil of your fingers right before the credits rolled to bring it back to the beginning once more. Day 1. Day 2…

The two women sat in wide-eyed silence, a teacup hovering in Yaoyorozu's manicured hand while Ashido curled a section of hair around her finger while gradually scraping off her lip gloss with her teeth. The latter snapped first. “Oh. My. God. Oh my god,” she repeated with increasing volume. “So you and Bakugo were like, DATING?!” You answered with an endorsing nod, which made Ashido slump in her chair like bubblegum ice cream melting in the sun. “I owe Sero soooo much money…”

In contrast, the ever-composed Yaoyorozu carefully set down her teacup and met your stare with her own. “I see. Well, that certainly does answer some things. In all honesty, I’m as surprised as I am happy for Bakugo-san. He was in a dire situation and you offered him help when he normally refuses such things if he cannot reciprocate in some way. Forgive me, but he never struck me as the… dating type.”

You managed to let out a small laugh for the first time since arriving. “I mean, I was as surprised as you are when I wasn’t outright rejected. All I did was tell him how I felt and left the rest up to him. It’s not like I’d rescind my offer of letting him stay with me if nothing happened.”

Skipping over that whole bit of conversation, Ashido chimed back in. “And you’re sure this is the same Bakugo Katsuki that we know? And not like… an imposter?”

While her exaggerated reactions to every new bit of information you revealed was funny at first, her reluctance to accept your relationship of all things ground on your nerves. Was it truly so unbelievable?

“Ashido-san! Don’t be rude.”

“I’m joking, I’m joking!” She turned to your unamused face and managed to look repentant. “Sorry. Bakugo isn’t the type to do something without putting 110% into it. And he’s such a workaholic…he never made time for stuff like that. But…!” Reaching her hands towards you across the table, Ashido winced and said, “If you and him were together that whole time, and then he had to leave, that’s so sad! No wonder he was so moody when he came back home…”

It was then you realized that this was the first time you were able to be completely honest about Katsuki and who he was with other people. There was Uraraka, sure, but she already knew most of what happened. You were telling Ashido and Yaoyorozu what you couldn’t back home. Lying to your parents, your friends, coworkers, your therapist about who Katsuki truly was and why keeping in touch wasn’t as easy as just calling or texting. He was unreachable, and though you’d tried so fucking hard to accept that reality and move on… here you were one last time.

You only realized you were crying when Yaoyorozu jumped up from her chair in a rush to grab a box of tissues.

While you were sipping lukewarm tea in her mansion-like house, Katsuki was finishing up the day’s paperwork after returning to the agency with Mar. No other bizarre incidents happened after that invisible sucker punch to the chest, but it still put him on edge for the rest of his patrol. Something just felt… off, and it had nothing to do with his birthday. At least, he hoped it didn't, considering he wasn’t sure exactly what those idiot friends of his had planned.

“Knock knooooock!” Katsuki didn’t bother looking up, knowing Kirishima’s sing-song voice as he waltzed into his office as if he didn’t have one of his own right down the hall. "How's the birthday boy-"

"Shut the hell up," he hissed with a glare. "Announce it to the whole damn city, why don't you? I've already gotten enough annoying texts to last me through all of next year."

Kirishima didn't falter at the sass and instead walked calmly up to the large wooden desk in the center of the room with a knowing grin. "C'mon, don't be a sourpuss on your birthday of all days; you got 364 other days to turn up that dial as high as you want."

Even though he knew Kirishima was right, Katsuki just clicked his tongue and leaned back in his chair with crossed arms. "Mar already called us old, the little brat… if you really want me to relax, the fewer people know about today, the better." As far as he knew, Kirishima had no idea that Todoroki opened his mouth about their little surprise party tonight. Might as well fuck with him a bit to teach him a lesson about secrets…

Laughing, Kirishima said, "Yeah, well, I already had a brief quarter-life crisis for about an hour. Then I got over it. We're just gettin' better with age!" Katsuki stared at him blankly. "You got any plans later? And why are you still working? Reports can wait a day," he insisted with a wave of his hand.

"Lucky you; I just finished," he replied. Well, he was ninety-nine percent finished, the remainder being reading it over for mistakes… but Kirishima was right, it wasn't anything that couldn't wait until tomorrow. "As for plans, I'm going home. Maybe pick up a pastry or something on the way. Make sure my cat hasn't destroyed anything. Order out for dinner. Go to bed."

The red head grimaced as if his imaginary plans let out a foul odor of their own. "Uh… that's it? No, no, unacceptable. What if I said-"

"No."

"...No? But I didn't say anything yet."

Kirishima's sad, puppy-faced dejection almost made him feel bad. Almost. "Isn't everyone saying I'm a workaholic? Well, I'm going to relax on my own damn birthday." Packing up his things, Katsuki stood up as if getting ready to leave, sliding in his hearing aid kept in the small case on his desk. It had taken him a while to adjust to the damn thing after a villain with annoyingly precise aim got him right on the left ear. Things were just slightly… fuzzier out of that side, now. Doctors recommended he upgrade his ear protection and invest in a hearing aid. Plenty of heroes used prosthetics or support items to help them back on their feet after a rough fight; no shame in that.

"I mean, true! The relaxing part." The slight urgency in Kirishima's voice was evident now as he followed Katsuki out into the main office, still talking as he locked the door. "But I totally think it would be good to, y'know, get out for a night and celebrate!"

Quickening his pace towards the elevator, Katsuki didn't let his facade slip through Kirishima's nervous chuckling. "I already told you my plans. Isn't what I want the most important thing here?"

"Just! Trust me on this; it'll be great."

"What will? You dragging me across town to get drunk?"

"No, something better."

The elevator dinged.

"What'd I just say?"

"We spent ages planning this party for you, and I'm gonna make sure you make it there!"

Finally. The confession brought a sly grin to the surface while Kirishima deflated, assuming he spilled the beans. However, his raised voice caught the attention of several office staff minding their own business, Mar included as they walked in from the restroom to see their senpai dragging Red Riot by the arm around a corner at the other side of the room.

He stammered, trying to backpedal his blunder, but knew it was too late. “Dammit… I was supposed to come up with an excuse to get you to come over to Midoriya’s tonight.”

“I know,” Katsuki admitted coolly. “Or rather, I’ve known for a few months about whatever surprise party bullshit you and the other two members of the Nosy Friend gang have been planning for me.”

“Y-you knew?! But how-”

“Blame Todoroki. He’s good at bullshitting, but didn’t seem bothered telling me over noodles. I just wanted to see how you’d get me to go along with it if I claimed to have different plans; you need to work on your script.”

Judging that his friend wasn’t promptly freaking out, Kirishima assumed that Todoroki only told him about the party and not about the second part of their plan. He just needed to keep it that way for a little while longer…

As the two men bickered, Mar stood just out of sight around the corner, eavesdropping on their little conversation. Celebrate? Party? Specifically for Bakugo…? Then it clicked. Flaring their nostrils, Mar whipped around the corner, causing Kirishima and Bakugo to turn and stare at them.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. “"ES TU CUMPLEAÑOS POR QUE TU NO ME LO DIJISTES?!?” (Why didn’t you tell me it’s your birthday?!?)

“Uh… what?” Kirishima never was one for learning new languages, so he met the Spanish yelling with startled confusion. Katsuki, however, actually put some effort into learning some of the basics from Mar; living with you and engrossing himself in a completely unfamiliar country might’ve had an effect on that.

So, he got the gist of why Mar was a fuming teenager. Cursing to himself, Katsuki glared at Kirishima’s fat, shark-toothed mouth before turning on his heel, bolting down the hallway, and kicking open the door to the stairwell leading downstairs.

That whole relaxation idea seemed better and better by the second.

Back at Yaoyorozu's home, things went much smoother and the discomfort slowly evaporated as the three of you talked and opened up to each other. Yaoyorozu confirmed that she and Jirou were dating, still flustered over it despite being together for almost two years. But it only got to that point after both laughter and tears were shed on all fronts.

Ashido freaked out over the bear attack story - months of therapy made talking about it a hundred times easier - and insisted that she would've run away, too. In addition, Yaoyorozu reminisced on her childhood when you talked about the amusement park, and how her parents would take her to similar places; neither of them had been to one in years, though, and were in agreement that they would attempt to make time for plans like that in the future.

It took a while, but your appetite finally returned once you felt comfortable enough to unwind from your initial reserved stiffness. True to what you remembered, Yaoyorozu’s persnickety options of fancy tea blends offered you warmth and relief.

Once the two of them were in agreement on what exactly to help you with - Ashido would fix your hair while Yaoyorozu decided to paint your nails and help with makeup. At first, you insisted that they didn’t have to help and that you could get ready on your own just fine since you packed a week's worth of stuff in your bag, but they claimed they needed to complete the task Midoriya had given them.

Maybe being pampered… wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world? Just for a few hours…

“I swear I’ll drip acid on Bakugo’s shoes if he says something stupid after all you went through to get here,” Ashido vowed while running her fingers through your hair after you described how you wanted it styled. “He’s smart, but he’s also dumb.”

“I agree that, while Bakugo-san is very knowledgeable with battle tactics and quick to react while in a combat situation, it would be callous of him to dismiss your efforts.” Yaoyorozu straightened out your red dress hung up on a door hook after insisting it needed to be pressed and steamed once she asked what you planned to wear in order to coordinate a proper nail color. It had wrinkled a bit while folded up in your suitcase, but she’d whisked it away before you could argue.

Groaning to yourself, you wondered if he’d understand why you waited so long to see him again rather than coming here as soon as Uraraka handed you the invitation. “It’s been six months… what if he’s already moved on and is with someone else, now?”

Ashido sputtered behind you. “Pfft! Trust me, he’s not. Kirishima used to try and help him meet new people and even set up a few dates for him, but they never went anywhere. Actually… Do you have, like, lists of well-known people in your world where they’re ranked as hot or not or something like that?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I see those kinds of things on magazines and clickbait websites about celebrities… why?”

“Well,” she began as Yaoyorozu raised a meticulous eyebrow up at her colleague. “I’ve seen where people rank us Heroes and-”

“You can’t be serious, Ashido-san,” Yaoyorozu challenged as she held a jelly red nail polish in her hand.

“I totally am. Anyway, Bakugo is usually on those lists, but there’s usually a little note next to his picture that complains about his personality or something mean like that; you know how those types of fanmade things are. Kami showed Bakugo the list one time thinking it’d be funny, but actually, Bakugo didn’t really care at all. Nothing and no one can make that man change who he is. We’re used to it,” she continued, pointing at Yaoyorozu as her other hand accidentally tugged your hair a little too hard. “And know that’s just how he is. For you to come aaaaaall the way here just to see Bakugo again tells me you’re one of a kind.”

You sat stunned at Ashido’s unexpected speech that ended in defense of not only Katsuki, but your own feelings for him as well. It was definitely true that he never held back with anything he did or said and usually got straight to the point, taking the shortest route in favor of a longer, more scenic experience.

Yaoyorozu nodded along in apparent agreement as she sat diagonally from you. “Ashido-san is right. Besides, would Midoriya-san have brought you here if Bakugo-san was dating someone else? That would be an awkward and uncomfortable meeting.”

“I… yeah, that’s true.” While you knew that Katsuki favored keeping his personal life behind a privacy wall, with how much attention his friends were giving him, keeping a new date under wraps would’ve been difficult. Not to mention his insistence that if he were with someone, he wouldn’t be ashamed or hide them from the world. Their words set you at ease despite the lingering worry of what would happen when you finally came face-to-face again.

This back and forth continued for a while with questions and light banter, both of them sharing about themselves alongside your own personal stories. Yaoyorozu was actually intrigued when you told them about your job since she has no real experience doing work outside of her Hero career. However, Ashido seemed more interested in digging up romantic dirt between yourself and Katsuki to quench her thirst for gossip.

Leaning over your shoulder as she finished up with your hair, Ashido hummed curiously. “Hmm… I have a very important question for you, (y/n).”

You adjusted yourself in the chair to gain back some feeling in your butt after sitting in it for so long. “Yes?”

“Do you looooooooove Bakugo? And if you do, does he know?”

“Ashido-san! That is a very personal thing to ask,” Yaoyorozu chided, pausing with a fresh cup of tea in her hand and a frown. You stiffened in your seat as you chewed the inside of your cheek at Ashido’s prodding.

How many times had you rewound the tape of that final tearful morning? How many times did you plead for an answer in return, even if it meant heartbreak? “Yes,” you said flatly, eyes transfixed on your fingers gripping the translator device in your lap. “Yes… I do love Katsuki. I did six months ago, and I still do now. And he knows… I told him… right before he left…”

Ashido gasped and squealed like a teenager while Yaoyorozu placed a delicate hand over her mouth as a flush spread across her cheeks. Only when you revealed that you weren’t sure if Katsuki fully reciprocated your feelings did they both understand the final puzzle piece of your worry for the night to come.

Halfway across town in the heart of Tokyo, Katsuki stood with his back against the bathroom counter, a mirror in one hand and a tar-black eyeliner pen in the other.

After escaping Mar’s pitiful wrath and coming home, he gave his apartment a decent once-over to make sure his devil-in-cat’s-clothing hadn’t broken or wrecked anything. True to the warning he was given at the adoption agency, Princess Explosion Murder was an absolute terror… well, to anyone who wasn’t Katsuki, at least.

That first week in his apartment, she’d secured some favorite hiding spots, including: under his bed, under the couch, squeezed between the wall and the fridge, and the dark seat of a rarely-used chair covered by the edge of a tablecloth. The first time he came home after a long patrol and found her perched atop his wall-mounted TV wobbling precariously on its hinges was also when she gave him some of the worst kitty scratches across his arm.

She turned her whiskers up at half the cat food brands he bought until he attempted to make his own with the help of some online recipes and a bone grinder that he already owned for making his own stocks. That way, he knew exactly what was in it and she seemed to approve as well.

She hissed if he got too close, but meowed if she didn’t get the correct amount of attention at exactly the right time. He’d written off the arms of his couch as a lost cause in addition to trying to cut her pin-sharp nails; at least she used the scratching posts… sometimes.

However, when he eventually figured out the balance between giving her space and recognition, things slowly but surely improved. If he sat on one side of the couch, she’d inch closer from the opposite end day-by-day until she was almost against his knee. The furball even allowed Katsuki to pet her briefly, but only in specific spots and for the perfect amount of time before she tried to gnaw his fingers off. At least it was progress.

While he and Princess were building up this cohabiting relationship, Kirishima had come by one day after seeing Katsuki carrying a bag of cat litter on his shoulder and practically begged to meet his new pet.

“Do not make any sudden moves… at least your quirk is good for this,” he warned before opening his apartment door.

Kirishima beamed at the beautiful white cat with the black rhinestone collar perched neatly on the back of the couch staring at them, orange eyes surrounding pinprick slits of black.

"Oooh, she's so fluffy and pretty! Who's a good-"

That's all he managed to say before Princess leapt off the furniture like a pouncing lion right towards Kirishima. He was hesitant to come and visit after that, escaping with a few scratches to avoid possibly hurting her with his hardened skin.

Now, that spoiled and snarky fluffball sat in the doorway of Katsuki's bathroom staring up at him expectantly since it was almost her dinner time; apparently, cats understood routines very well when it came to food. If he was five minutes late, she wouldn't let him forget it.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Stop meowing like you're starving," he huffed before returning to the mirror to finish the perfectly crisp wing of his eyeliner. He didn't do this kind of thing often - dress up in a nice pair of dark wash jeans, a deep indigo blue button-up shirt rolled up to the elbows with a gray tank top underneath, his hair actually styled for once, etc. - but if everyone else was going to make a big deal out of his birthday, he might as well put in his own effort, too.

Finally satisfied with his appearance, Katsuki tried not to trip over Princess, who tried to weave between his legs with angry meows while leading him to the kitchen. He made enough food to last a few weeks and just put them in pre-portioned refrigerated containers for ease. "You got your attention earlier, so entertain yourself while I'm gone tonight… do not break anything."

He might as well have been mute and invisible to the damn cat who attacked the food bowl ravenously. Rolling his eyes, Katsuki did his rounds to make sure he grabbed everything and turned off most of the lights before leaving his apartment.

Checking the time on his phone as he stepped off the elevator, Katsuki headed towards the door leading out to a private garage for residents when the security guard Takahata called out to him.

"Don't usually see you heading out so late, Dynamight." Takahata knew exactly who came in and who left every single day, so a change in routine would never get past him. Plus, it was obvious by how he was dressed that this outing was for leisure and not work for once.

With his elbow pressed against the door handle, Katsuki turned back and said, "Yeah, well, maybe it'll do me some good." Takahata probably knew the birthdays of every Hero resident by heart, but he was smart enough to keep his lips sealed for certain people.

The garage was warm from the spring air outside as he walked under the ceiling lights towards a back corner with only a few cars sparsely parked nearby. Unlocking the chain around his bike, he let it fall against the pillar before sliding on his customized helmet with a grenade detailed on the back, stretched a pair of gloves over his calloused hands, and situated himself atop the second spontaneous personal addition he bought: a flashy motorcycle painted in gradients of black and burnt orange.

After adopting Princess, he continued his moderately impulsive streak with the bike purchase after looking up reviews and maintenance costs of various models made within the last couple of years. Paying for it made him want to puke, but Katsuki considered it an investment in anonymity and privacy. With the slick black helmet and gloves, no one knew who he was on the road; maybe a few assumed he was a Dynamight fan from the subtle coloring and decals, but with his face hidden, he didn't have to deal with crowded public transit.

He still rode the train if the weather was ugly and generally didn't take his bike to the agency. For errands or getting around town on less busy days, though? The motorcycle scratched his speed demon itch in a completely different way… plus, Katsuki was right: he did look hot zooming around Tokyo - and occasionally the mountainous city outskirts if time allowed.

All of this to say that for the first time in months, the weight of every stressor and obligation just… disappeared as he focused on the lamp-lit streets leading out to the Midoriya household. And as much of a fussy show as he put on for Kirishima earlier, he really did feel excited about this stupid party. Maybe having a drink and eating cake and catching up with the people who put in an effort to come - the people who probably cared about him the most - wouldn’t be so terrible.

Pulling up into the driveway, Katsuki took note of the cars lining the streets. He recognized some, but not others. The motorcycle kickstand moved easily under the toe of his boot as he took off his helmet and ruffled his hair; so much for putting in the effort to style it.

The lights were out and the neighborhood was quiet when, not bothering to knock, Katsuki opened the front door.

“SURPRISE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” The lights flickered on simultaneously as the entryway flooded with hollers and laughter. Katsuki’s face remained as impassive as stone as his eyes roamed across familiar faces that seemed puzzled as to why he wasn’t reacting.

“Um… did we get the day wrong?” Kaminari, wearing a cliché party hat with glittery polka dots all over it, whispered to Tokoyami who then looked to Midoriya who appeared to have barely slept for at least two days.

In response, Katsuki scoffed and pointed a lazy finger at Todoroki and Kirishima. “Oh, right,” Todoroki recalled. “I told him about the party months ago.”

While this revelation generated dramatic groans and sighs, a woman with dirty blonde hair and a plastic cup in her hand stepped into the center of the room and smiled at Katsuki who was about two seconds from walking right back out the front door. “Like, about time the birthday boy got here. This party was mega lame, but I bet we can totes save it.”

“WOOO YEAH!” Kaminari enthusiastically agreed as Camie raised a half-empty cup that smelled strongly of alcohol.

While everyone said their hellos and embarrassing birthday wishes to Katsuki who grumbled about how he just had to come so that all their effort wouldn’t be a giant waste - Kirishima blocked the door so he couldn’t escape - Midoriya sent a quick text to Yaoyorozu letting them know that they could arrive soon. He and his other two cohorts in super secret birthday present crime figured that it would be best to try and get the two of you together after he’d settled in and loosened up first.

“Are you ready, (y/n)-san?” Yaoyorozu and Ashido stood waiting by the car as you stood under the porch light, your purse in one hand and translator in the other. They’d already put your suitcase in the back seat despite being unsure what would happen and where you’d go at the end of the night.

With a lump in your throat and an overhang of worry shadowing you like an eclipse, you nodded.

Being the enthusiastic person she was, Ashido tried to keep things positive and assuage your worry as the car drove through illuminated neighborhood roads. "You look so cute! We did a good job, huh Yaomomo?"

She hummed while you watched the houses go by from the back seat window. "I should be more excited, right? And I mean, I am! It's just crazy that I'm actually here, but Kat doesn't… nevermind. Whatever happens, happens. No regrets…"

Ashido frowned and glanced at Yaoyorozu who gave her a silent "I hope this works" look. They hadn't known you for long, but they did know Bakugo; you both deserved to be happy with each other again, even if just for a single week.

Pulling back up to Midoriya's house, you counted the new, unfamiliar cars lining the street and drivewa while trying to think of what you were going to say once you came face to face with him again. Why are you doing this to yourself? Don’t be dumb. It’ll be fine… We’ll be fine. Yaoyorozu opening your door for you as the air outside ruffled the hem of your dress forced you to swallow your insecurities and troubles.

Your heels clicked against the pavement, your eyes darting to the dark motorcycle parked close to the house; if Tokoyami was here, maybe it was his? He seemed like the motorcycle type. “Whose bike is that?”

“Hm?” Ashido spun around, walking backwards as she looked between you and the motorcycle. “Oh, hehe, that’s Bakugo’s! It’s pretty new, I think. Probably makes him feel badass or something.”

Eyes going wide at her answer, you almost tripped on your own heel, but caught yourself at the last second. God, if Katsuki called you Clumsy-chan in front of his friends, he might just find himself with smushed birthday cake in his face.

Shifting weight between your feet and needlessly patting out nonexistent wrinkles from your dress, you stood behind Ashido and Yaoyorozu as they knocked on the door. A few seconds later, it creaked open a hair as if the person on the other side was guarding the entrance to an underground club. Everything seemed to be in order when the door finally swung open, revealing a man - more like a mountain in the shape of a human - with a long and spiky red ponytail who quickly and quietly ushered the three of you inside.

Oh my god, that’s totally Kirishima and he’s even taller than Katsuki! And- why is everyone here so fucking attractive?! There was little time to try and introduce yourself to the fan-favorite and resident Good Boy Kirishima, though, as he ignored you for the moment and whispered something to Yaoyorozu and Ashido, the latter of which stuck her pink finger in his face to seemingly berate him for keeping so many secrets.

As you followed their example and slid off your heels in favor of a pair of house slippers that weren’t as fancy as Yaoyorozu’s, the anxiety in your stomach attempted to bubble up again while you attempted to understand and recognize everything and everyone further into the house.

Low music played from an unknown source while people stood and talked, a few of whom you identified almost immediately. Kaminari’s signature lighting bolt hair was unmistakable. So was… oh god, don’t make the same mistake of staring at Tokoyami’s bird head that you did with Ashido’s pink skin. And that’s-

Kirishima suddenly stepped to block your view, clapping his hands together and muttering something you couldn’t understand since you’d turned the translator device off with the assumption that it would be a mess surrounded by so many voices. Although you didn’t normally feel claustrophobic, being bombarded with unfamiliarity made you take a reflexive step back towards the front door. Where was Katsuki?

The green-haired man you knew as Midoriya skidded around the corner looking exasperated and relieved to see you again. Moving too quick for you to see, he suddenly appeared behind you and encouraged you forward with his scarred hands on your shoulders. In any other circumstance, you would’ve wheeled around and demanded to know where Katsuki was, but being surrounded by strangers without anyone to really lean on made you silently compliant. What the hell was going on?!

Kirishima followed Midoriya and Todoroki wasn’t far behind. Ashido gave him a brief scolding for not telling them what was going on, but you three managed to arrive at the literal perfect time, which meant they needed to get you to Bakugo as quickly as possible so the two of you could talk without prying eyes.

“Is Kacchan still out back?”

“Yeah, said he wanted a breather from everything for a minute,” Kirishima answered before an arm swung around his neck and Kaminari sloppily pointed at your back, nearly spilling some of the alcohol in his cup in the process.

“Heeey Kiri! Who is that? Didn’t tell me you were bringing pretty ladies to the party-”

The red head lightly headbutted his shorter friend. “Dummy, that’s Bakugo’s girlfriend! I told you we had a plan to bring her here, and tonight’s the night!” The tipsy grin on Kaminari’s face remained for a good five seconds before he yelped in disbelief. Or tried to, anyway, since Kirishima clamped a hand around his mouth to avoid Bakugo coming back inside a moment too early.

Weaving between guests, a few of whom tried to stop and chat, Midoriya remained focused on guiding you through his house towards the back door leading out to their small covered porch and garden. He was so focused, in fact, that neither he nor the others noticed how rigid and strained you appeared. On the way, he passed by his wife who did a double-take while holding a tray of snacks.

"Izuku! You didn't tell me (y/n)-san was here," she chided while attempting to give you a friendly and familiar wave, but you just stared straight ahead until you stood in front of the sliding glass door at the other end of the house.

There, in your peripheral vision at the very edge of the porch stood the unmistakable silhouette of Katsuki. Like a phantom lit by the ghostly glow of the moon overhead, he remained statue still with his back to you as though closed off from the rest of the world in his own little bubble.

The tightness in your chest swelled and your nails dug indents into your palm, unable to take your eyes off of him.

Even for someone like Katsuki, there sometimes came a point when the quiet called out and drew him away from the raucous and rowdy turbulence of high energy situations. The porch was a respite away from Kaminari’s drunken shenanigans and Kirishima’s toothy laughter and the half-decent music that Jirou picked out.

Condensation from the drink in his hand coated his calloused fingers as he leaned on the banister and stared up at the moon, bright and glowing in the cloudless black. The idea of you crossed his mind - as you often did during these serene escapes - and he wondered briefly how you were, what you were doing, if you were happy, and if you sometimes stared up at the sky in wonder like you did back at the cabin all those months ago.

… But his moon wasn’t your moon, and his stars weren’t your stars. There was no cliché stargazing shared from opposite ends of the earth that could exist for him. Maybe the lingering fumes of alcohol brought out this fruitless romantic nostalgia; or maybe it was-

“Katsuki…”

Time stood still. The gentle breeze faded as if suspended. He’d heard the click of the glass door behind him and assumed it was someone about to drag him back inside. But no one called him “Katsuki.” Not in that voice, that tone, that painfully familiar lilt that he’d fought to remember and forget and remember and forget… and remember…

“... Katsuki?”

Neck stiff and mouth dry, he looked down at the melting ice in his glass and silently cursed at the cruel tricks played on vulnerable hearts. He misheard. You weren’t here. You’d never be here. Haven’t you haunted me enough?

Turning with a frown to stare down reality and blink away the taunting mirage, Katsuki froze, struck wide-eyed and off-balance by Medusa’s gaze staring mournfully at him just a few meters away.

Eyes locked on each other as everything and everyone else faded away. Two apparitions brought together once more to rekindle old love before finally being laid to rest.

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... please do not hate me for this cliffhanger it's been planned for literal years and the next chapter will be SO fucking long so ummmm worth the wait??

again of course, so sorry for the wait lkajsdlkjaf i shold NOT have given myself "oh yeah next chapter by his birthday haha totaly doable" and here we are two fucking months later almost to the DAY. just... just tell me i'm a good girl and pat me on the head 😭

so heeeeh yeah. they come face to face for the first time in six months. it'll be satisfying i SWEAR so don't @ me but also you're allowed to strangle me affectionately for this cliffhanger :)))) love u all!

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