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The Fight Before Christmas (part 2) - oneshot.

Summary: All is finally revealed, but will Henry and his girlfriend’s relationship ever be the same? (follow on from this oneshot, but can be read as a standalone story).

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: 18+ only (adult themes), angst, fluff, relationship difficulties/argument, brief mention toxic family dynamics, brief mention of illness/end of life care, brief allusion to smut, dialogue heavy, time hopping/vignette style, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 4549

A/N: Phew, here it is folks. Sorry it’s a little rushed. This week’s been crazy and I ran out of time. I hope you all enjoy and as ever, please let me know your thoughts. This piece is a big bowl of happy/sad soup, please take care when reading as I know it can be a difficult time of year. I wish all of you a safe, peaceful Holiday - R x

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The Fight Before Christmas (part 2) - oneshot.

Saturday 12:38 am

Henry hurried back inside, dazed and confused about what just happened. A rhythmic thumping noise then stopped him in his tracks. It was Kal plodding down the stairs. He usually hid in Ollie's office during the colder months, the warmth of the radiator under her desk providing a cosy place for naps. He crouched down and cuddled his boy. He must have heard the arguing, gone into their bedroom like he normally did at that time, and found them both missing. He wracked his brain for what to do. If he did go after her, she might not come back at all. But he just couldn't fathom why she was so determined to get away. He knew it wasn't anything he'd done, it was now technically the weekend which also meant he was officially off work until January. He'd been so looking forward to spending Christmas with her. Kal nudged at the hem of her coat, which dangled from the hook above them and whimpered. She'd left without it.

He shot back up and tried to find his phone, eventually realising it was still in the kitchen. He knew she probably wouldn't pick up, but he had to try. "Hi, this is Ollie. I'm sorry I can't take your call. Leave a message and I'll get back to you, thanks!" Just hearing her voice made his stomach drop. He tried to stay calm and think logically about where she might be headed. The nearest hotel was only a b&b and took a good two hours to get to, even at that time. Her only friends within an hour's distance were Rachel, Laura, and Claire. Laura used to be a nurse, but she also had young children. Would she bother her at that time? What if Laura didn't pick up and he couldn't reach either of them? His mind carried on racing until he felt something warm slide across his hand. Kal had followed him into the kitchen and was licking his fingers. "What am I gunna do mate, eh?" Kal's head merely tilted from left to right. He sighed and noticed the glass still spread out over the counter. He'd tidy up, keep ringing round for a bit, and then make up the sofa just in case she came back. But his plan didn't reassure him for long. Not when he actually looked around and knew that, already, the house seemed to have changed completely. He stared back down at his phone and decided to try texting her as well.

***

Saturday 8:06 am

"Oh Laura, thank God. Is she alright?"

"She's fine, didn't you see my text? I'm sorry I missed your calls--"

"She needs to get her hand stitched!"

"Don't worry, I've already taken care of it--"

"Well where is she? Can I talk to her?"

"Henry, calm down. I promise you, she's alright--"

"Good, then I'm on my way now." She hesitated.

"I'm not sure that's the best idea…" Henry's hand hovered over his car keys.

"What do you mean? I need her home, Laura." The worry in his voice made her heart pinch.

"I know, but I think she should stay here for a bit. What the hell happened? She was in a complete state… are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine - and I still don't bloody know! She's been acting strangely and I pushed too hard trying to find out why. I think something's up with her job, but it's not like her to just run off… something else must have happened. I've never seen her like it before, she got so angry she smashed a bottle she was holding. Has she really not said anything to you?"

"No, but then you know how stubborn she is. Don't worry, she's welcome to stay but I'll try and get her home as soon as I can. Right, I better go ring round and see if I can get some antibiotics, her hand will be okay but I don't want it getting infected."

"Yeah, sure, sorry I'll let you go. Thanks for all of this though and I'm sorry you were disturbed so late. How are Jack and the kids?"

"Yeah, all good. He'll be back in time for Christmas so my mum's looking after them while I sort out the house."

"Oh God, I'm sorry we're bothering you."

"Nah, I'm enjoying the company actually. I haven't seen her in ages so it'll be good to catch up. Please don't worry yourself, though."

"Easier said than done. To be honest, I'm afraid she won't want to come back."

"Don't be silly, she adores you. All will come right eventually, okay?"

"I hope so. Please keep an eye on her though, I'm worried about her state of mind. She isn't eating, either." She hesitated again, wondering whether or not to tell him Ollie hadn't touched her breakfast.

"I will, and I'll keep you updated. Take care of yourself, alright? And stop worrying."

"Okay, you take care as well… and give her my love." She gave her assurances and they said their goodbyes. She then peered through the kitchen door. Ollie was still sitting in the armchair, staring into space.

***

Friday 8:11 pm

"Ollie? Wh-what are you doing here?" She was in no mood for stupid questions and quickly but carefully pushed past her mother. "Ollie, don't go up there… he won't want to talk!" She let her mother's voice bounce off the stairs. When she came to the right door, she found herself holding her breath.

"… Dad? Dad, it's me, Ollie." He lifted his sagging head from the pillow and blinked until his eyes came into focus.

"W-why… why are you here?! Get out… now! Go on, go…" His rage quickly dissolved into a coughing fit.

"Dad, please. I've been trying to see you for weeks. I even had mum leave the phone by your bed so I could ring. B-but that doesn't matter now, how are you?" For several minutes he didn't respond, choosing instead to keep his cold gaze fixed on her face. Eventually, she looked away.

"Thirty-three."

"… I-I'm sorry?"

"Thirty-three years of age… and what do you have to show for it?" Her mouth went dry. "You should be a director at that company, and what are you? A glorified calculator. Why don't you toddle on back to him, while you still can? He'll get bored of you eventually…"

"That's not true."

"Oh, but it is. He doesn't love you. You're a failure, my girl. My biggest disappointment." There was no use countering his words with the same arguments she'd made time and time again. Compared to her sisters, she'd always been treated unfairly. And that wasn't about to change.

"… I-I just came to say, I'm sorry. For everything. I forgive you as well. Please, be at peace Dad. I love you." She then hurried from the room, almost bumping into her mother who it appeared had been listening in the entire time. They stared at each other for a moment. "I… wish you could have done more to help us." Her mother went to speak, then stopped herself. Ollie looked to the floor, her tears blurring her vision. "Goodbye, mum."

***

Monday

"Are you warm enough, darling? Here, let me put the seat warmers on…"

"I'm fine, love. Honest." Henry stopped fidgeting with the dials and the pair locked eyes for a moment. She cleared her throat. "… Thanks for coming to get me. And I'm sorry, for all the… theatrics." He smiled softly.

"Don't be daft. I'm just glad you're alright."

"No, I mean it. I shouldn't have handled things the way I did or said--"

"Darling, it's alright. And I'm sorry too. You said you needed space and I should have listened." An idea then popped into Henry's head. He didn't know if he could pull it off, but he'd look into it the minute they got back. "Christ, have you ever seen so much traffic on these roads? I'm sorry, I'll try and get us home as quick as I can."

"Don't worry, I don't need to be back for nine."

"Oh? Okay, well we should still be back before ten." Henry shifted awkwardly in his seat. It was less than a week until Christmas and although he was desperate to know more, he wasn't about to risk asking questions.

"It's fine actually, I won't be working again until January. I've… decided to go freelance." There was a long pause.

"Ollie… did you lose your job?" She sighed.

"Not exactly. Do you remember that presentation I had to give?" He nodded eagerly, trying to balance his attention between her and the road. "Well, it was to suggest some better ways to balance the books… the company's bracing for recession. Anyway, afterward, my new boss thanked me for my 'little talk,' but said he'd decided just to merge my department instead. I could either take a pay cut or redundancy. I gave notice right there and then. The cheeky fucker even asked if he could take me out for a drink and see whether he could find something else for me." She sniffed hard and wiped her face.

"Oh, my darling…"

"No, it's fine. Really. I know someone else in the company who went freelance about a year ago. They've already let me know they're happy to help me get set up. It'll be tough at first and I'll need to be close to my client base… but in the long term I should have greater flexibility." She tried to smile convincingly but Henry could see the fear in her eyes. At that moment, her phone pinged.

"Well, I'll be here for you every step of the way. I'll always support— darling? What's wrong?" She quickly shut off the screen.

"I, uh… nothing. It's nothing."

"… Ollie, what's going on?" She swallowed back the lump forming in her throat.

"It's nothing, darling. I mean, nothing that's worth discussing at the moment." The rest of the journey home was silent.

***

Boxing Day

Things had more or less returned to normal and they spent a lovely, if hectic, couple of days with Henry's family. They travelled back late Christmas day night so they could spend Boxing Day together. They even waited to exchange gifts. It was a tradition they'd kept from the beginning of their relationship. No matter their plans over the holidays, Boxing Day was just for the two of them. And this year Ollie was more grateful for it than ever before. She wasn't normally awake before Henry, but she took the opportunity to curl into his chest and feel the warmth of his skin against her own. "Mmmm g'morning… do I take it I'm getting my Christmas present before breakfast?" He growled into her neck, the sensation making her squeal.

"Oh behave yourself, I was cold… that's all."

"Mm-hm, I believe ya…" Henry climbed on top of her, pulling down the waistband of her pants while he smothered her with kisses.

"Henry! S-stop it!" He harrumphed, collapsed on top of her, and buried his face in her neck. "Er… what are you doing?! Get off, I can't breathe!"

"You said you were cold so I'm keeping you warm! Mmmm you've got your baby smell…" Henry breathed deeply, refusing to budge. She sighed.

***

"Hey, wait a minute, where're my bloody presents?" Henry's nose had led him straight into the kitchen, where she was making a cooked breakfast. He then tried to lift a slice of bacon straight out of the frying pan, causing her to swat his hand.

"OW! I only wanted a nibble… am I to be starved of a Boxing Day morn as well?"

"Oh shut up. How many times do I have to tell you? No eating until I've plated up. And your presents are under the tree, santa obviously didn't check his list twice this year." Henry smirked and shuffled off into the living room. "Hey! No bloody peeking!"

***

"There you are my sweet boy, is that good?" She watched as Kal dived into the bowl of cooked giblets, smoothing down the knitted Christmas jumper she'd made for him, over his back.

"Hey, why does he get to have his presents before me?"

"Cos he's not a whiney little shit. That's why."

"Well, it's a good job I'm the forgiving sort. Heads up!" Henry lobbed a present straight at her, almost conking her on the head.

"Jesus Henry, you almost took me out!" But he just grinned and carried on munching away at some leftover toast.

"W-what… what’s this?" She opened the box to find a large, plastic magnifying glass.

"Well, you know how you're really vain and won't get glasses--"

"I'm vain?!?!"

"… I thought it might come in handy," Henry then reached over and clicked a button on the side, "see? It lights up and look, it even folds in half…"

"Oh? Well then you know where you can stick it…" He struggled to hold in his laughter.

"What? That's a lovely gift! I bet you didn’t put as much thought into mine…"

"Well why don't you open it and see? I'm tempted to throw it but I might strain my wrist…" Henry lifted the heavy box onto his lap.

"Christ, what did you get me?" He ripped away the paper.

"It's a Hollywood mirror, like the ones you get in your trailers. Now you can be the star of the show, even at home…" Henry rubbed his jaw, trying to hide his smile.

"Well, d'ya like it?" He nodded, still unable to look straight into her deadpan eyes. "Oh good. You got any more for me?" Henry pointed towards another box. She gasped the minute she opened it.

"You got me new headphones?! Oh, Henry… these must have cost a fortune!"

"Do you like them? They're proper noise-cancelling ones."

"So I don't have to listen to you anymore?! Oh my God, I love them! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He chuckled.

"Well?!"

"Well, what?!"

"Where's my kiss?" She sighed and plonked herself next to him, pecking his fuzzy cheek. "Is that last one for me?" Henry eyed the final box beneath the tree. She gulped. Normally they promised only to buy each other a couple of joke presents. She reasoned that he spoiled her enough, even though they both knew that wasn't quite true. She'd never let Henry spend much money on her. She felt she had enough of her own and more to the point, it made her uncomfortable. But she hadn't anticipated the headphones. Uneasily, she watched as he ripped open the paper. Henry stared down at the gift for several moments. A boxset of Witcher books.

"I, er… thought you might want to double-check the source material." To this day, she didn't know how she managed to keep a straight face. He cleared his throat, put the books aside, and got to his feet. "What are you doing?"

"You've got a five-minute headstart."

***

Henry spent most of the next hour chasing her around the house, culminating in sex which lasted a further two. "Hey, do you remember our first Christmas?" He whispered eventually, his body still wrapped around her own.

"Mmm, you mean where you broke the oven door checking on the turkey?"

"I was just seeing if it was done!"

"… Or to make sure it was cooking evenly."

"Well what can I say, I'd yet to fully appreciate your culinary prowess. I think even my mum's turkey can't beat yours."

"It did that year." Henry chuckled. "But thanks for the bargaining chip. I've got something to hold over you now if ever you should cross me…"

"Ollie, look at me." She turned her head. "You've got to learn to be more forgiving…" She swatted him on the arm. "Right, come on, we can’t lay here all day."

"Oh, I thought you'd want another round?"

"Always. But come on, get dressed and then meet me in the car."

"Why? Are you throwing me out? On Boxing Day?! Oh, Henry. It was only some books." Henry ignored her deadpan face.

"Well, as deserved as that might be, it's actually so I can give you your last gift. Just put together a bag of any extra stuff you want to bring, your clothes are already packed."

"What d'ya mean? Where are we going?"

"You'll see. Come on, shift it." He spanked her backside and pulled her out of bed.

"Well hang on, I better get some knickers as well. I know you won't have packed them." Henry smirked.

***

She jogged downstairs, her rucksack already on her back, only to find Henry still in the living room. "Oh no, don't tell me the car won’t start? Didn't you only just fill it up?" The look on his face was unreadable and his arms remained crossed. "Henry, what is it?"

"Your mum just phoned." A pit opened in her stomach. "She's been trying to get hold of you since Monday. Your father’s been moved into end of life care."

"Yes, I know." She dropped her rucksack to the floor and began rooting around it, more for something to do at that moment than anything else.

"Apparently he's been sick for a while."

“I only found out last month."

"… And you didn't think to tell me?" She moved her chargers to another pocket, concerned they'd scratch her tablet. "Ollie?"

"What, Henry?" She snapped back up, exasperation now lacing her voice. He had to tread carefully.

"Why didn't you say anything?!" She sighed.

"Because you'd just given me the promise ring and found out you were playing Superman again! Things were so happy that I wanted to wait, but then they told you they were recasting, and after that came Christmas. When exactly was I meant to tell you?!"

"Don't make excuses Ollie, there's never a right moment for that sort of news and you know it. I mean I knew something was wrong, but I never suspected it was this. You've spent all this time with it weighing on you, and for what? If it was my father you wouldn't have been able to do enough for me!"

"Your Dad's not like mine!" She tried desperately to hold back her tears. Henry rushed towards her. "No, stop! I’m okay, really."

"For God's sake, stop it! No, you're not. None of this is okay! Is that where you were Friday? What the hell did he say to you?!" Relief washed over her. At least her mother hadn't told him that much.

"Nothing, we said our goodbyes and parted peacefully. I was just exhausted by the time I got back, it was a bloody long day."

"Stop lying to me, Ollie. And why aren't you talking to your mum? You can't just cut off your family— "

"Henry, enough. I'm not discussing it. Today's supposed to be our day." Henry sighed and bowed his head.

"… I just wish that, for once, you could trust me enough to be honest. That's all." He kissed her forehead, picked up her rucksack, and headed out the door.

***

For the first half an hour, the journey was mostly silent. Eventually, she couldn't stand it anymore. "I'm sorry, okay? I hate that part of my life, and I didn't want any more of it bleeding into everything we've built together--"

"Ollie, you never have to hide anything from me!"

"Just let me finish. I thought I was protecting us from all of it but… clearly not. So, in the new year, I'm gunna get some help."

"What, you mean like… therapy? Darling, I'm not going anywhere, surely you know that?"

"It's not just for us, I need some help trying to process everything better as well." Henry's heart sank.

"Okay… but please know that I'm here for you. I mean it Ollie, there's nothing you can't talk to me about. Will you let me pay for the sessions? What else can I do?"

"My savings will cover it, darling. And you do enough for me, you always have." Another silence descended over the car.

***

After an hour and a half, they finally arrived at a little cottage, perched along with its neighbour in the corner of a meadow that rolled down to a private beach. "Oh my God, is that the sea?!" Ollie clasped her hands together in delight. Henry just smiled, grabbed their bags, and led her into one of the most beautiful living rooms she'd ever seen. Low oak beams and a large, roaring fireplace framed the neatly whitewashed walls, all currently adorned with holly and ivy. "So… first impressions?"

"It's beautiful," She ducked in and out of the other rooms, her excitement only growing, "I could stay here forever!" His smile grew wider.

"Well that's lucky… cos it's yours." Henry winged a set of keys right at her, the shock of what he'd just said almost causing her to drop them.

"You what?!"

"I've still got some paperwork to sign, but it's yours darling."

"I, I…" She fell to the sofa, struggling to comprehend what was happening. He gently took a seat beside her. "Henry… you can't buy me a house!"

"Why not?" She jumped to her feet and quickly started pacing about.

"Because it's too much! We already have a lovely house! Oh my God, it must have cost the earth, at least me pay half--" Henry climbed to his feet and rubbed her shoulders in a vain attempt to calm her down.

"You're not paying a bloody penny. Consider it our holiday home if you must, but I wanted you to have a place to go when you need space. I know you find being at home tough when I'm away, so this can be a change of scenery. You love the sea and I'll feel a lot better if I know you're safe and comfortable here. And don't worry, there's a lovely older couple next door, they've already told me they're happy to help look after the place when we're gone." She was so overwhelmed she couldn’t speak. He wiped the tears from her eyes and cradled her face, "will you please accept it?" She dashed back into the hallway and Henry could hear the unzipping of her rucksack.

"… Only if you accept this. It doesn't quite compare to a house, but I hope you'll like it all the same."

"You got me a Christmas card?" She ignored his deadpan face and snatched back the envelope. She then took a deep breath.

“Henry William - and one I still can't pronounce - Cavill. You live to irritate me," Henry's look of confusion was replaced by a set of pursed lips, "you somehow manage to make more mess than Kal, as well as shed twice as much hair--"

"Is this actually leading somewhere?"

"And I'll be amazed if I don't lose all of my hair by the time you lose the rest of yours. All that being said, I don't want to miss another second of any of it, ever again. Will you marry me?"

"… What?" His voice was small and confused.

"I said, will you marry me?!" Henry blinked a few times and took a couple of steps back, rubbing his forehead as he chuckled.

"Are you serious?" She nodded eagerly. "No… you want to marry me? For real?!"

"Yes!" He then rushed towards her. Before she knew it, she was in a fireman's lift being wildly spun about while Henry whooped and cheered at the top of his lungs. Poor Kal could only bark in confusion.

"HENRY! P-PUT ME DOWNNN!" By the time he stood her upright, she was close to falling down. Henry grabbed then her cheeks, which gradually helped the room stop spinning.

"Are you sure though, darling? You were adamant about not getting married. You're not just doing it because, well… I mean a lot's going on at the moment."

"Henry, whether it be love or demonic possession, I truly wish to marry you--"

"But you're not just asking because I bought the house, are you? Are these actually Playstation vouchers?" He picked up the envelope that had dropped to the floor in all the chaos.

"Oh… I thought you wanted Xbox ones?" Henry's mouth fell open, causing her to snicker. "Why don't you just open it?" He eyed her suspiciously before tearing open the envelope. "As I was the one to propose, I thought you'd probably want to pick out the rings. So… is that a yes then?" Henry's vision blurred as he looked down at the invitation for a fitting at a bespoke jeweller.

"Henry?!" She wiped the tears that spilled down his face as he nodded.

"… But what about our promise rings?"

"Well, they can be our engagement rings." Henry chewed his lip, still struggling to believe what was happening.

"So are you going to be a 'Mrs?' And take my last name?"

"Mm-hm."

"Are you gunna wear a dress?"

"Mm-hm."

"Can I call you 'wife,' now? All the time?"

"Mmm… let's say twice a day. Once in the morning and once at night. And only after we're married."

"Okay well let's circle back to that… can we have guests? Not too many but a few? Where are we going to have it? And when?!" His face was so eager and bright that she couldn't help but smile.

"Well… this place looks like it's got a nice little garden. Why don't we have it out there as soon as the weather's warmer? We could then go back to ours and have a garden party, that way more people could attend afterward--" Henry quickly pulled her into a tight hug.

"… You don't have to do this just to make me happy." She smiled against the middle of his chest, the weight of his arms around her only adding to her comfort.

"I'm doing it because of how happy you make me, you silly sod."

"I love you, my darling."

"Right up until you leave more for an eighteen-year-old?" Henry tutted.

"Look at me, I'm not going anywhere. How could I ever leave my wally Ollie?"

"But what if my arse gets bigger?"

"… How big are we talking?" She bopped him on the arm. "Well I suppose I can always have the doors widened," she rolled her eyes, "don't worry! As you said, I won't have much hair left by then, no one else will want me." She sighed. "I love you, my darling."

"And I, you. Fuck knows why."

"Well, maybe this'll also help. I'm not leaving in January."

"What? Why?! You said I could have this place to myself!" Henry roared with laughter.

"I thought you'd be pleased!"

"Well… I suppose. But what happened?"

"Filming got pushed back." She eyed him warily.

"Henry--"

"Darling, I want to be with you--"

"But you can't just turn down work! What will--" Henry gently clamped his hand over her mouth.

"Ah, much better. Now, are you gunna say it back or what?" She shoved his hand away.

"Say what, you arch idiot?"

"You know what!" She sighed again.

"I love you too. There, happy?" Henry tilted her chin and kissed her deeply.

"More than any man on God's green earth."

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hiraya-rawr · 3 years ago

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You're His Guardian Angel (old fic)

Characters: Diluc, Albedo, Gorou

Like being granted a vision, the opportunity to have or meet your guardian angel is quite rare in the land of Teyvat. Yet, it's not completely unheard of for guardian angels to appear in front of their assigned person and introduce themselves as a sort of caretaker.

A/N: A fun drabble I thought of doing because these characters deserve to be LOVED AND PROTECTED. The concept of guardian angels is broad and not thoroughly expounded on in the work :) not super happy with how this turned out though

Contains: She/Her reader. Fluff content, comfort fic, slight angst, toxic albedo or scientist albedo? not proofread.

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Diluc

BOY you're about to find yourself working 24/7 because this pyro gentleman never seems to rest. He's running his wine empire by day and running the streets with a mask at night! Guardian angels need breaks too!!

His immediate thought when you appeared to him was to look down at the grape juice he was holding, wondering if it was drugged with some sort of hallucinogen.

When you explained that you definitely weren't a hallucination and that you're his guardian angel, Diluc would definitely find it bothersome.

He doesn't like having unfamiliar people near him, especially when said unfamiliar person has to act as his guardian.

"Aren't you a few years too late, miss guardian angel?" This man holds grudges way better than Eula, so don't blame him for being a little too rude on your first meeting.

"Ehe.. It's um, not really my decision to make when I can be of service to you..."

I like to think Diluc had been wishing for a guardian angel all this time. He's been alone for so long, he probably wanted someone who would always stay on his side. Not like his father who's dead, his brother who betrayed him, or the knights who were willing to turn a blind eye to the incident.

Since he doesn't like attracting attention, he'll get you to act as his personal maid or assistant when you accompany him out.

Although you try to help him with his darknight hero duties, he prefers to do most of the fighting. You'd only help when it seems like his safety was at risk.

You often find him working late into the night, even after doing patrols in Mondstadt. Which leads you to the situation you're in now.

"Master Diluc, I brought you tea," You said as you placed the steaming cup on his work desk.

"Thank you, (Y/n). You may leave." He's blunt and cold, with piles of paper strewn across the mahogany. You couldn't help but wonder how much longer would his work take before he decides to sleep.

"Master Diluc, maybe you should take a break." He looks up from the papers to see your expression: you're aware that he isn't fond of disturbances but surely even he should understand your concern, right?

"I'm fine," He says before looking back down. You huff stubbornly — you didn't train for years in heaven just to be pushed away so easily — you can't allow this to continue any longer!

"As your guardian angel, it's my duty to ensure your wellbeing! This includes getting enough rest," You piqued at him, putting a hand down on the table. He looks back up at you with a raised brow. "Please rest... the work can wait tomorrow."

"... All right then," He sighs, pushing away the documents, "Just for a few hours."

Overall, he may be a handful, but he's a capable and righteous handful.

Bonus: some people actually thought Elzer or Adeline was his guardian angel because of how they constantly took care of him.

Albedo

When you first appeared, his immediate thought was how interesting the concept of guardian angels were — he's definitely read all about them and to think that a homunculus like himself would be granted one as well!

His second thought was how useful you could be by his side in the lab.

Expect to frequently help out on his experiments, even if it's just writing notes down by his side.

Ever since Albedo figured out that you could sense upcoming explosions in his lab, he's been using you as a danger detector.

After finding out that your assigned person works in the middle of a dangerous blizzardy mountain, you definitely placed a lot of effort in keeping him warm not that he gets cold easily.

You're making sure there's a constant heat source since he always seems to forget about his wellbeing when he's focused on his experiments.

"Mister Albedo, dinner is ready! There's flaming bolognese and goulash," You say, looking over to the chief alchemist who was mixing an oddly colorful solution.

"Just a minute, (Y/n). I have to record the reaction of this substance when adding liquid nitro-"

"Wait wait! That's going to harm you!" It was your senses warning you to protect your assigned person. Albedo smiled at your way.

"Looks like my hypothesis was correct. This would cause a minor explosion." You stare at him with a dead expression as he scribbles down his notes. Why is your assigned person such a risk taker?

"Please.. Don't use your guardian angel as your danger detector for experiments." You cry at your assigned person who only nods, knowing that he'll make full use of your abilities.

Gorou

As a general of the resistance, I imagine how difficult it can be to keep your assigned person safe.

He's constantly out doing patrols or battling, it worries you to no end when your senses would flare up, alerting you that he's in danger.

But war is difficult. There's only so much you can do to protect him.

Gorou would feel guilty of having a guardian angel. There are so many in the resistance dying for their fight, he believes everyone deserves this kind of extra protection.

Imagine an angst scenario where he finds himself trapped in a losing battle: and as a vision holder and general, he doesn't dare abandon his fellow warriors.

But you sense the upcoming danger and you immediately appear to get him away.

"No (Y/n)! I'm not leaving them-"

"I'm sorry, Gorou, I need to prioritize your safety!"

He would eventually understand. It's your duty to look after him, you're entire physical existence is for his safety — but what about his duty as a general and a warrior?

He's frustrated at the idea of having a guardian angel in the midst of war. After all, he must place himself in danger for the sake of his people.

Gorou is usually nice to you: he understands your concern, but he also acknowledges that your presence isn't fit for war (nor do you deserve to be caught in the middle of it).

On those days, he's more dismissive and cold. He doesn't want you around or anywhere near the barracks.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n). Can you just leave? Just leave me alone for a bit."

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Title: Anatomy 101***

Chris Evans AU x Reader One Shot

Warning: SMUTTY, SMUT, SMUT, NSFW, cursing, choking, slightly older man/college student

Word Count: 5.6k

Note: Sooo, at this point, I’m just going to stop apologizing and giving summaries. I think everyone just expects me to be one of those writers who just have fifty-‘leven open WIP

**Loosely edited**

**Loosely Proofread**

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"Uuugh!"

You slammed your palm down on the alarm clock. Its annoying blaring was really grinding your nerves especially given the fact that you hadn't gotten much sleep because you decided to go to the frat party last night and didn't get in until nearly four in the morning. You looked at the clock and grimaced seeing it read eleven.

Why the fuck did I take this class? Yes it was a core class, but you didn't have to take it this early, you could have taken it in the fall, but you had the bright idea of doing it in the spring. Groaning again you rose off the bed and sat at the edge. Hating yourself some more for your asinine decision you dragged your feet to gather your bath supplies so you could get a quick shower. You walked through the hall with your eyes closed; muscle memory was carrying you. Not caring what was going on around you, you walked into the shower room, stripped and stepped into the hot stream of water. This was precisely what you needed, not only were you a little hungover, but you were also half asleep. Usually, you wouldn’t want to get your hair wet this close to class because then you'd have to battle with it to get it straight and the process took entirely too long, but now you didn't care at all. The water beamed down on your scalp, and you sighed thoroughly enjoying it.

By the time you made it back to your room, you had less than thirty minutes to get dressed and make it across campus to your Anatomy and Physiology class. Doing your best to hurry, you picked something cute but not too cute. It was after all an 11 am class, and the professor was a boring old man who lost your attention the minute he uttered his first word. That was bad; you needed this class not only for your degree but your career. How could you become a clinical physiologist if you didn't understand the essential functions of the human physiology? You couldn't, plain and simple. You needed to find a way to get your head in the game or else you'd be done for.

Hearing the campus clock striking eleven, you rounded the corner and ran down the steps into the health sciences building where your class was held. You gripped your heels tightly in your hands. You regretted the choice as soon as you stepped out your dorm and saw you had eight minutes to get across campus. On an average day walking, it took at least twelve to get to class. You panted and bumped into a group of students standing around talking.

"Hey, watch it!"

"You watch it. This is an education facility talk outside idiot!"

Not bothering to go back and forth you ran up the flight of stairs and down the hall to the class door and flung yourself inside.

"And that is why and how the cardiovascular system is easily the most important system in the body."

Everyone looked at you. Ignoring the eyes, you hurried up the steps and to one of the many seats. There were only fifteen people in this class because everyone else was smarter than your dumb ass. You made it to the fourth row back and took the closest seat. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you tried to catch your breath. You closed your eyes and held your head back, thinking it was way too early for this shit.

"Is everything all right Ms--Y/N?"

Your head snapped forward and landed on the man standing in front of the room, half perched on the desk.

"Holy shit you're gorgeous!"

The snickers that rang out around you alerted you that your censor had failed you yet again. You pinched your lips together and closed your eyes; embarrassment filled you.

"I mean--uh, yes everything is fine," you corrected and dug into your bag to retrieve your notebook and other supplies.

"Thank you for the compliment, much appreciated," he said as he rose from the desk and walked around it, giving you the first view of his perfect ass. Your jaw dropped as you gawked. This was not your professor. This man was nowhere close to being your professor. Everything about him was the opposite. He was taller easily reaching 6'3, his eyes looked to be blue from here while your professor's could have been green, or brow, or green, hell you didn't know. This man before you was built like he spent two hours in the gym a day and didn't take any days off and his ass looked like you could bounce a quarter, a nickel, a dime, and a penny of it and it would bounce off and create ninety-five cents, he had a magical ass, a magically luscious ass. He turned around, and your eyes widened as they zeroed in at the crotch of his pants. You could see a subtle bulge, a bulge of a man who was packing a semi-automatic but that said semi-automatic was asleep.

"Eh-eh-eh-em!"

Shaking your head at the unexpected loud sound, you looked up to see him looking at you. You'd been caught. You averted your eyes and flipped to an open page in your notebook and began taking notes. Thinking to yourself that no man let alone an academic professor should be this fine, you took a few calming breaths and did your best to listen to the lecture. You found yourself getting lost in him because not only was he gorgeous he was smart, those two put together made him the sexiest man you’d seen on this campus. Before long, you found yourself having little daydreams as he spoke. You fantasized about his big hands squeezing your ass, his lips tasting yours, his thighs resting on either side of your cheeks as you took every inch he had to offer. In a matter of minutes, you were wet and getting quite hot and bothered.

An hour and forty-five minutes into your two-hour class, he placed the chalk down and walked to the front of the desk where he leaned against it. His thighs pressed together, and you wondered what it would be like to sit across his lap. You looked around and noticed for the first time the entire class was females. You wondered if they’d known sexy, blue eyes and dreamy would be here. When you looked ahead there, he was standing in front of you down at the front of the class. It was so unexpected you jumped and sank back into your seat. It was then you saw a sly smirk spread across his face.

“Ms. Y/N.”

You raised an eyebrow to him, giving him more of your attention, even though he’d had it this entire time.

“True or false, Dopamine is the human body’s pleasure chemical.”

You thought about it vaguely remembering him talk about pleasure. Truth be told once he began talking about pleasure you zoned out and thought about just that—him giving you pleasure.

“Eh-em, well dopamine is made in the brain, and the brain is responsible for most if not all the chemicals the body produces and distributes. So with that being said; true.”

He smirked and licked his lips slowly. “What are the body’s connection and relationship with the pleasure center? How does let’s say the first signal or spark begin all the way to completion?”

You knew this; you’d read in the text and studied it for an upcoming quiz. Right now, though, you were drawing a blank. As you looked at him you knew he knew you had nothing. How the hell could you think with him looking at you? It was as if his eyes were boring into you, stripping away everything you used as a shield, defense mechanisms, walls, clothes, shit you felt bare underneath his intense gaze.

“Okay, seems you might need another way to grasp the material. Come on down,” he said. You didn’t move, you looked around the room, and no one looked as if they thought this was strange. When you looked back to him, he walked back to his desk.

“I won’t repeat it.” The authority in his voice had you shooting up involuntarily. You looked around again and the girl nearest you rose her eyebrows as if to say you were in trouble. Were you in trouble, you thought? You closed your notebook and slipped your feet into your heels before you descended the stairs to make it to the desk he was now leaning against. You stopped a few feet from him and clasped your hands behind your back. His eyes dropped to your breasts, and his teeth scraped over the skin of his bottom lip. Surprise ran through you. There’s no way your professor just checked out your boobs, you thought to yourself. This was wishful thinking. You shook your head and shook the idea away.

“Do you normally struggle in this class?”

“Um, no.”

“Professor Evans. That is my name, and that is what you’ll call me,” he filled in with authority. This time you felt the butterflies in your stomach. You swallowed a little more loudly than intended and took a breath.

“No Professor Evans.”

“So it’s just today with me you seem to be a less than sample student?”

“How--.”

“You showed up ten minutes late when everyone else managed to make it on time. You were barefoot when you came in and since you’ve barely listened to a word I’ve said. So, I ask again; is it just with me you’re not the sample student?”

Speechless you looked around the room again and crossed your leg over the other. For some reason, your nether regions were tingling. There was no way this was turning you on, you thought.

“I guess it’s just with you—Professor Evans.”

He nodded, stood up straight, and walked to you never taking his eyes off yours. You lost all breath in your lungs; you couldn’t even think, his eyes pinned you where you stood. You bit your bottom lip; his eyes fell to them before he disappeared behind you. Without your eyes, you still knew he was directly behind you.

“And why is that Ms. Y/L/N?”

“I don’t know.”

“Class give me a brief physiology of lying, spot a liar. Go!”

The girl you sat close to shot her hand up first then spoke.

“When someone lies, Catecholamines are released in the body. these are the hormones that spawn from stress, which is what the body is put under when it lies, professor Evans.”

“Good. Anyone else?” More hands shot into the air, and he called on another student.

“The body then has tells, fidgeting, sweating, and subtle voice fluctuations to begin professor Evans.”

You rolled your eyes; these bitches were looking for an A++ today.

“Good. Now Ms. Y/N, which one of those tells do you think I registered with you just now?”

You bit your tongue; this was getting a little humiliating, and you didn’t like it.

“You tell me, Professor Evans, you’re the one between us with an actual degree on the subject. Enlighten me, pretty please.”

Once the words were out, he looked to you, his lips smiled, but his eyes darkened from a celestial blue to an almost the shade of blue denim jeans. The transition took your breath away, and you released a gasp, one that was inconspicuous to the rest of the class but somehow you knew he’d heard it. The edges of his lips turned up into an almost sinister smirk, one that made your stomach fall partially from dread and fear, but also from excitement and anticipation.

“Be seated Ms. Y/N.”

On wobbly legs, you hurried back to your seat and did your best to compose yourself. He continued to lecture, but his eyes never landed on your again. He went on as if you were invisible. You weren’t sure how you felt about that. On the one hand, you were relieved not to be under the intense scrutiny of his stare, but you wanted him to look at you, you wanted it more than almost anything. For the remainder of the class, you didn’t pay attention to one word he said. You just watched him move. The way his trim legs moved and how his ass looked as it was perched atop the desk made your hands itch to touch. The way his lips moved to form speech and the way his tongue tipped out every so often to wet his lips made your mouth water and long to taste his. You could barely contain the amount of arousal you felt. It definitely superseded anything you’d ever felt before. You wanted him, bad.

“Okay, so that is all for today, hopefully, you have a new understanding of the curriculum. Go on get outta here,” Professor Evans said.

Everyone got into motion gathering their belongings and exiting the room. You heard the girl that sat close to you speak under her breath.

“Goddamn, he’s fine.”

You smiled to yourself, and the two of you exchanged an all-knowing look that said the two of you understood the situation. When you grabbed your bag, you didn’t pay attention to how you took it up, and everything spilled out. You cursed to yourself, bent down, and retrieved the items. By the time you finished, it was just you in the class. You made your way to the door. When you turned the knob, it didn’t budge. It was locked. You tried it again and added some force, but still, it didn’t move.

“What the hell?” Looking around the room you realized you were alone, not even the professor was in sight.

“Hello?” No answer. You wiggled the doorknob again and kicked it when your frustration rose high.

“What did that door ever do to you?”

Spinning around you saw Professor Evans sitting in the front seat with his legs spread wide and arms crossed over his chest. Even like this, he still looked incredible.

“It’s locked, how did it get locked? I didn’t know these doors even locked from the inside.”

“Well, now, you do. I locked it.” He stood and walked closer to the desk. You felt an uneasy feeling in your chest, and a chill ran down your spine and crept around to settle in your belly. You felt as if you should feel fear and part of you did, but it didn’t grip your entire being.

“Wh—why would you lock it? What is this?”

“I thought you needed a little more—tutoring,” he said.”

“Excuse me?

“You know you’ve been watching me all morning, I doubt any of the material even made it in,” Professor Evans said.

Trying your best to keep a straight face and show no emotion or shock you clenched your jaw and held your chin high; “Ha, I was not watching you.”

“Do you prefer gawking? I saw you staring at my ass. I could almost hear all your dirty little thoughts.”

You wanted to die; you were so mortified. Not that he’d caught you clearly sexually objectifying him, but he had the balls to tell you. At the thought of him having balls your eyes involuntarily dropped to his crotch. You heard a breathy chuckle and snapped them back to his face. He smiled and shook his head.

“Have a seat.” You didn’t move. One, because you couldn’t believe what was happening and two, you were afraid of what was happening.

“Now, Ms. Y/L/N.”

Damn your need to please. You walked toward the front row of seats before you felt him grip your wrist. You looked to him with a questioning look.

“Not there. The desk.” Obeying, you changed courses and walked to the elevated podium where the desk was. Stepping up the two steps, you placed your belongings on the chair that held his things. Once you sat, you crossed your legs and looked to him. He stood a few feet away, just watching you. He didn’t move though. A full two minutes passed in silence, then he walked to you.

“Uncross your legs.” Feeling a little strange, you hesitated and searched his blue eyes. They were a bit darker than before but still gorgeous. You did as he asked and took a deep breath.

“The reading and assignment last week according to your previous professor’s notes state it was on the physiology and biology of lust, attraction, and attachment. Is that correct?”

You could feel the heat coming off his body though he wasn’t touching you. It made your body come alive. You nodded, unsure your voice worked. Without a word, he shot you a questioning glance, one that gave you the opportunity to rewind. You took a deep breath and swallowed the lump forming in your throat.

“Yes, Professor Evans.

“Let’s test your knowledge. What is the biology of attraction?”

You scanned your memory hoping you’d find even the smallest detail from the reading you did over four days ago. He was fucking with you. Who remembered their reading from so long ago, especially when they had other classes they had to read for too. His eyes never left yours; it was as if he were trying to intimidate you or make you mess up. You began to wonder if he wanted you to mess up. He smiled as if reading your mind.

“Ms. Y/L/N. Tick, tock goes the clock.”

“Attraction is just a mix of chemicals in your body working together to fire off a response to the brain.”

“What chemicals?”

“Dopamine, norepinephrine, and serotonin,” you filled in.

“What effect does each of those have?”

“Norepinephrine is the chemical that makes one giddy, energetic, and euphoric; it can even lead to decreased appetite and insomnia. Serotonin, a hormone that’s known to be involved in appetite and mood, a lot of studies have shown that serotonin may have a part to play in the intense infatuation that characterizes the beginning stages of love and attraction. Dopamine is the feel-good hormone. It’s released when we do things that feel good and have similar effects as Norepinephrine,” you finished.

You couldn’t tell what his expression was he was behind you. Suddenly you felt his heat near your ear.

“So it’s just with things I say you struggle with,” he whispered. God, his voice sounded so sexy, and on cue, your body responded. You felt the ache of your breasts your telltale sign they needed to be touched, the heat swirling in your belly and the slowly increasing pulsation between your legs.

“You forgot one other thing--,” Professor Evans took a deep inhale, one that broke you out in goosebumps.

“Pheromones. They are a huge tell-tale sign of attraction—I can smell you.”

You tried to stifle a moan, but you were unsuccessful. You knew he heard it. Soon he was standing before, you between your slightly spread thighs with his thighs grazing against your skin. He was hot—literally.

“Tell me about lust.” His voice was low and filled with something you couldn’t put your finger on. Something that spoke to the heat in your belly and traveling down between your thighs. Clenching your jaw, you took a steadying breath.

“Testosterone and Estrogen are the primary chemicals. Testosterone increases libido, and estrogen can also increase arousal.”

“What kind of arousal?” his voice was now gruff.

“Sexual,” you whispered.

He closed his eyes and sunk his teeth into his bottom lip.

“You smell—so damn good.”

You studied his face, went over every inch of his beauty. He had not one wrinkle. His beard was no doubt one of your weaknesses. You were always a sucker for a full beard and a nice ass; he had both. Your eyes traveled over him, but below his waist was obscured. You recognized the desire pumping through you. You didn’t expect to see his eyes open when yours returned to his face. You licked your lips, and his eyes remained there. When his lips crashed to yours, you hesitated and allowed him to expertly kiss you. His beard was soft against your face as were his lips.

You’d been kissed plenty of times before, but this kiss was different. This kiss wasn’t from a boy pretending to be a man as all the college guys you dated had been. This was a man in every form of the word, taking charge. You felt his hand at the small of your back before he pulled you to the edge of the desk, closer to his own body. You felt the protruding bulge in his pants as it connected with your pubis. Without thinking, you moaned and laced your hand in his hair and gripped the strands as he intensified the kiss.

In an instant, your back was flat against the desk, and he was hovered over you kissing you better than anyone ever had before. His tongue teased yours. Feeling your anxiousness rise you sunk your teeth into his bottom lip, his moan vibrated across your lips before he roughly pushed your thighs back to meet the desk. As he pulled back from your mouth, his eyes skimmed your body before they stopped at the junction of your thighs. You laid sprawled atop the desk with your hot pink thong on full display. His groan echoed throughout the empty room; then he moved his hand to your pelvis where it rested possessively for a second before he balled the dainty fabric and ripped it right off of you.

You flinched at the sudden action and the sting it produced on your skin. Professor Evans then slapped your sex, creating a wet sloshing sound. Your back arched and a moan escaped your lips.

“Do you know why you’re wet?”

You shook your head; you knew damn well why, but you sure as hell wasn’t going to say it. He smiled as he dropped down to eye level with your aching core.

“Your body is aroused by my pheromones, so much so that the dopamine in your system is increasing at a fast rate, one that is intoxicating you and bringing your body into hyperdrive. Tell me Ms. Y/L/N, is this the perfect example for lust?”

God, he was killing you. You didn’t care if this was lust or not all you knew was if he didn’t stop talking and show you what that mouth could do as he’d been teasing all class you’d combust. He dropped a kiss to your inner thigh, and you groaned. Your arms instinctively flew to his head hoping to pull his head to you, but he evaded you.

“I see someone is feeling anxious. Answer the question.” You still didn’t want to. You lowered your hand to your sex and rotated your fingers around your wetness. His eyes automatically dropped to watch you. He slowly licked his lips as he watched you. Two could play this game; if he wanted to tease you, you’d do the same. You slowly dipped one finger into your heat and gasped aching backward at the sudden pleasure that filled you.

“You’re so wet, show me.” You pulled your finger out to show him how they glistened underneath the florescent lights of the classroom. He examined your finger before his mouth engulfed it. He sucked your finger clean, ensuring to nibble and flick his tongue around it. God, he was a tease. As if sensing what you were thinking, he smiled before his mouth dropped to your sex and began pleasing you better than anyone had before.

Your hands flew to your breasts and squeezed, trying to maximize your pleasure. His tongue rhythmically flicked across your sensitive bud, and then he was sucking it into his mouth. The change of sensations sent your body into a state of heightened arousal, one you knew preceded an impending release. You couldn’t believe you were already there. It had barely been two minutes. He sped up the movements of his mouth, no doubt wanting to torpedo you into your orgasm. The heat in your belly furled out to every inch of you, and without warning, you whimpered, gripped his head ground yourself against his mouth. He didn’t let up; instead, he sucked your lips into his mouth before you felt his finger inside you. Arching up onto your elbows, you watched as he maneuvered two fingers in and out of your swollen heat. His lips were glistening with your wetness, wetness that looked to saturate his perfectly groomed beard.

“Fuck!”

He smiled and pulled his fingers from you then sucked them clean.

“Not quite yet. You’ve been biting those lips all morning,” he began as he stood before you. Your eyes dropped to his hands at his pants as he began undoing them. Once the buttons were undone, you saw peeks of grey cotton. He wasted no time pulling down his pants and underwear until his thick need flopped out and bobbed before you. Your jaw dropped at the sight of him. Yes, he carried himself with unmistakable big dick energy you somehow didn’t expect it actually to be big. It—was—big. You couldn’t tear your eyes from him. He stroked himself once, then twice until your teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

“I want to see them wrapped around me,” he finished. You shouldn’t have moved as fast as you did. You wasted no time sliding off the desk to drop to your knees before him. Once you were eye level with his need, you licked your lips way too anxious to have him. You gripped his girth and marveled that your hand couldn’t even fit around him fully. As you stroked him, you heard his breathing pick up. Tipping your tongue out to trail along the underside of his length, you ended at his smooth tip. Professor Evans groaned and widened his stance. Continuing your tease, you licked across his skin for a few more minutes until you slowly lowered your lips onto his scorching desire. Once your lips tightened around him more than halfway down, he hissed out and ended with an aggressive groan.

“Fuck, so good Y/N!”

You noticed he used your first name and it turned you on even more. Moving your mouth up and down his length, you decided it was not the time to be cute. It was time to enjoy yourself fully. You had been thinking about this all morning. You knew this was a once in a lifetime thing and decided to fully let yourself go. Speeding up your mouth you increased you suction as you neared his tip. Every time you did, he cursed and bucked forward, feeding you even more of his lengthy thickness. After a few minutes, his hands connected to the back of your head, and he began thrusting into your mouth. His hips sped up, and before you knew it, you were taking damn near all of him. Every time he thrust forward, you felt the tip of him slink past your tonsils. You had to stifle your gag reflex and take everything he offered. You refused to back down. His moans and grunts filled the room, and you were happy the door was locked to prevent anyone from walking in. Although, if anyone looked in the peek-a-boo window they’d see you on your knees with your spit dribbling from your chin as your professor face fucked you. You didn’t care; the danger of discovery only made you want him more.

Professor Evans pulled himself from your mouth with a loud groan and “pop,” “Face down on that desk, poke that perfect ass out for me.”

You did as you were told, ignoring the coldness of the glossy maple colored wood against your exposed skin. The anticipation was killing you, and it showed with the slight shiver of your body. You felt his hand connect with your backside and you moaned.

“I love the perfect jiggle of this ass,” he said before he slapped it again, and again. Each hit made you wetter and wetter. When you felt him rub himself against your opening, you flung your head back releasing your own grunt. You didn’t have to wait much longer before you felt him fully sink himself inside your needy channel.

“Fuck, yes!”

You felt his hand roughly grip your hips as he rocked his hips back and forth, building the friction and pace steadily stoking your desire. He felt so good, better than you’d ever remembered it feeling before. The heat from his skin scorched you from the inside out and heightened your pleasure. Professor Evans picked up his speed and plowed into you making sure that every time he connected with your body, he forcefully nudged forward stroking the swollen bundle of nerves.

“Shit, yes, yes.”

“You love this dick, don’t you Y/N? You love how it fills your needy little pussy!”

Your panting grew louder, and you tried to hold on to anything you could find, the only thing close enough was the edge of the desk. When his thrusts slowed down the force of which he slammed into you didn’t. Each bruising thrust only made your eyes lull to the back of your head more. You felt his body hover over your back and then his fingers reach around between your legs to caress your clit. You hissed at the sudden increase of pleasure and knew your release was seconds away.

“Oh my god, yes!”

“What’s my name?”

“Professor Evans! Yes, fuck this tight little pussy!”

“God damn right it’s tight. It’s been waiting for a real man to claim it,” he growled out as he increased his speed but added a slight swivel of his hips upon impact. The change of angle sent you over the edge.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck! I’m coming!” With that, the dam broke, and you hit the desk over and over as you came long and hard all over him. Still, he didn’t stop or slow down, not his pounding increased to an incredible speed and force. You knew you were going to be sore tomorrow and possibly the day after that.

“Does this pussy love me?” you nodded wildly, not caring how thirsty you looked. You were parched and didn’t care if he knew it.

“This pussy loves you! Shit!”

You felt another orgasm build within you, your legs gave out, but he was there to hold you against him and the desk. His thrusts became sloppy, but they remained precise. He knew what he was doing, know how to handle a woman’s body, knew just how to make it do whatever he wanted. You felt his breath at your ear.

“Ready for this one? It’s going to be big. Say yes, Professor.” His hand around your throat barely squeezed, but it was enough to trigger your orgasm.

“Yes, Professor!” His grip tightened slightly, and his thrusts sped up. After one, then two and a third gut plunging thrust your second orgasm took over. You clenched around him and screeched through the intense pleasure. His hands slacked, and your body slid off the desk. He turned you to face him, and it was then you saw the unbridled need that darkened his eyes.

“Your knees,” he grunted out through clenched jaws. You obeyed and opened your mouth. This was not your first time. He quickly stroked himself, and while maintaining eye contact with you. It was so hot your hand crept between your legs to swirl around your still needy soaking clit. Your fingers moved as quickly as his hand did and when the first spurt of his come splashed the side of your mouth yet another orgasm coursed through you. You felt his come fill your mouth spurt after spurt. It barely registered over the brain-numbing pleasure you felt from your final release. He cursed and grunted to his heart’s delight before you wrapped your mouth around him again and milked him for every drop he had left.

After a few moments, he hissed again and released a small, vulnerable whimper before he slowly pulled himself from your mouth. You looked up to him and licked your lips of any excess before you teasingly bit your bottom lip. He smiled and shook his head as he began pulling his pants and underwear back in place. You slowly stood on shaky legs before you leaned against the desk. His eyes dropped to your hand and took it, placing your coated fingers in his mouth to clean them off. Just like that, the heat had been reignited. Staring into his eyes, you could tell he felt it too. His jaw clenched and unclenched before he stepped back from you.

“You’re free to go.” You heard the click of the locks signaling the end of your little tryst. You walked around the desk to your belongings and smoothed over your clothes before you walked to the door. You could feel his eyes boring holes into you as you walked. When your hand touched the doorknob, you heard him call your name. You glanced back at him to see him holding your torn and tattered thong in his hands.

“See you next class.” He moved the underwear to his nose and smelled. You wanted him again. You glanced down to his waist and saw the evident bulge in his pants and smiled to yourself. You weren’t the only one with an insatiable need. Turning you walked out the door savoring the delicious ache between your thighs. Maybe you would enjoy this class after all.

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Honesty. (Endeavor x Male Reader pt 5)

(Sorry for the late post today. I was at the Franklyn Institute with my Mom and sister so I didn't have any time to proofread until now xd. Enjoy.)

After a week and a half you were finally ready to be discharged from the hospital. Unfortunately, once your face bandages came off there was some scarring along the right ridge of your nose that wrapped underneath your eye. Other than that there wasn't any other permanent damage done. You were handed off to Endeavor, obviously your parents did not want to take you home after what happened. It was your first day out of the hospital and you were in Leonard's car. On your way to Endeavors place.

"How you holding up, kiddo? Your story was all over the news."

"Eh, I've been better Leonard. I'm super tired, but at least most of the pain is gone."

"How'd you end up in their place anyway?"

You hesitated for a moment. Endeavor wasn't in the car since he had to help with police reports with the answers you'd given to his questions. He never did ask how you got there, and you forgot to mention it as well.

"The night I stayed at his place. I got a voice mail from a number I didn't recognize. When I listened to it, they said they'd been watching me. That since I was close to Endeavor if I wanted him to not have a target on his back I was to meet them in the park at night alone. I couldn't just ignore them. They knew where I worked, and knew that I was close to Endeavor. I had no choice but to follow their orders. Once I got there the man that left me the voice mail, Kurogiri, asked all sorts of questions about our relationship. I do have a theory about the whole encounter, but I haven't shared it with Endeavor yet."

Pulling up to a red light he turned back to face you, with a tilted head he asked.

"What's your theory?"

"They wanted him to act impulsively and ruin his image, by hurting me they wanted to get to him. Why would they let me live? Granted, I did shove a knife through a guys arm. Maybe they did plan to kill me...."

You shivered. Very glad you brought the knife and erred on the side of caution.

"I'm glad you thought ahead. You're cute, and have brains. Endeavor sure is lucky."

You couldn't help but turn away, and scratch the back of your head nervously.

"Th-thank you."

"As for your theory. I suppose it's plausible. Why they'd want to ruin Endeavors image though is beyond me."

Only two reasonable explanations came to mind.

"Either they went into it without thinking too much, and just hoped it would effect him somehow? Maybe they want to poke holes in the top heroes, and crumble our society so uncertainty and doubt spreads throughout like a wildfire."

Leonard scoffed, but then grunted.

"That second one sounds exactly like what someone would want. Some crazy villain worshiping loser."

Letting out a soft chuckle you agreed. Still, it didn't seem like they got the attention they wanted. Most likely they expected something different to happen. It seemed too cut and dry.

After a few minutes past Leonard pulled up to Endeavors place and had a sly grin on his face.

"You want to get close to Endeavor, right?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Then hear me out."

You nodded

"I'll help walk you up to the door. I'll say something along the lines of you're feeling weak and tired so you asked me to help. Then, I'll hand you off to Endeavor. Who will most likely be a little flustered, and because of his nature. He'll want you close incase something happens, if you're lucky.... He will keep you in his room."

This plan was assuming a lot of Endeavors actions, however it did seem feasible. A night alone with Endeavor, in his room.

"This sounds thoroughly thought through. Why are you doing this again?"

"You're the only one who tells me the stuff with you two. So all my schemes have to go to you. Besides, I gotta hear whether he's good in bed. Just to sate my own curiosity. Not to mention you've had it rough for a long time right? You deserve to be happy, and if being with him makes you happy I'll help however I can."

To think that Leonard would almost drive you to tears would've sounded ridiculous about 30 seconds ago. Yet, here you were.

"I say it a bunch, but seriously thank you Leonard."

"Don't mention it cutie. Now lets get going."

Even though you could walk just fine. You wrapped an arm around Leonard and he did the same. Walking slow you made your way to the door. It took a few seconds to compose yourself from laughing at this. You'd rather be honest with Endeavor, buuuut there's nothing wrong with some harmless fun. Leonard knocked and shouted out.

"Hellooooo, Endeavor are you home?"

"Coming, Coming!"

"Bet that wont be the last time you hear that eh?"

With a deep blush you turned your head away from him.

"Asshole."

"Preferably right?"

"Leonard I swear to god I will slap you."

"I'm down."

"Ugh, of course you are."

He let out a loud laugh as he pat your back.

"Relax, kiddo. You'll be fine, stick to th- Endeavor! How you doing?"

Endeavor opened the door. His hair was disheveled and he didn't seem entirely there, but he still looked as dashing as ever. Dressed in his usual robe. His eyes immediately met yours, and his eyes lit up.

"You're still looking good, and that scar adds a bit of mystery to your character."

"Oh ho ho. Ignoring little old me? That's a bold thing to do."

"I'm not, but it's been a week since I've seen him Leonard. I've been busy trying to prepare my agency for my absence."

You cleared your throat.

"Thank you, Endeavor. I'm glad it's not hideous."

"You'll never have to worry about that."

Leonard chuckled.

"Well if you'd be so kind to take this handsome man away from me, Endeavor, I can get out of you two love bird's hair."

Endeavor blushed a bit, but his attention turned back to you.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just a little tired. I've been stumbling all day, so Leonard walked me up."

"I see. I'm sorry I couldn't be there."

Leonard pushed you a little bit forward to Endeavor. Who immediately wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close.

"Yeesh, finally. Took you both awhile. Have fun you two."

Before either of you could respond he walked away and waved.

"He certainly likes to be involved in my business. I never understood that about him. He didn't.... say or do anything weird right?"

"Of course not, why?"

"Just, uh, wanted to be sure."

"How have you been?"

"Stressed, and busy. I'm sorry I couldn't come by at all the past week or so. Like I said I had to prepare the agency for the time I'd be gone to take care of you. Regardless, do you want to take a nap?"

Yikes, you weren't actually tired, but you couldn't exactly deny it now.

"That'd be nice."

His hand slid down to your stomach as he held you close and started walking. You were the one setting the pace however he didn't want to go to fast so he just followed your lead. You made it to one of the stairs.

"Would.. hmm. There's no good way to ask this, so I'll just be blunt. Would you mind sleeping with me? I-in my room I mean!"

He naturally produced a ton of heat, but now there was a lot more. You didn't mind either of those, but you kept that little thought to yourself.

"Sure, that's fine."

He looked back to the door, and around the courtyard.

"Are you o-"

With ease he lifted you and held you against his chest. Bridal style. You wrapped your left arm around his neck, your right arm around his chest and locking your hands together.

"You've had some trouble walking right? Well.. I'd feel bad having you walk upstairs so...."

You rested your head against his shoulder.

"No need to explain Enji. Thank you."

The man made his way up the stairs and to his room. Once inside he gently laid you down on his bed. He pulled the covers up to your chin and sat down next to you.

"Are you comfy?"

"Yesss, this is so much better than my bed. I could get used to this."

"Good, because you should. Until you recover completely you're stuck in here with me."

"I could think of worse things. You treat me like a prince, even carry me. I could spend everyday with you."

You turned away from him. You let a little bit too much out there, but it all came so naturally it was hard to stop yourself.

"Is that so?"

His hand gently rubbed your forehead. Ruffling your hair a little bit he let out a grunt.

"I..I'm really glad you're okay after what happened the other week. Between the confrontation with your parents, and the villains.."

"Huh? Of course I am a close encounter with death can't.. bring... me.... down."

You looked up to Enji mid sentence and saw how red his face was. His hands were covering his eyes and his shoulders were shaking. Something clicked inside you. You weren't sure what it was at first. You just quickly got on your knees and wrapped your arms around him. Instead of using his hands to cover his face, he substituted it with your neck. Burying his face there. Nearly toppling you over in the process.

"It's alright Enji. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

You spoke in the softest most soothing voice you could muster. You rubbed at his back softly.

"I was so scared to lose you again. I don't know how I would've dealt with all the things I haven't said. Everything I feel for you, it was almost all lost. That's why now, of all times. I can't hesitate anymore."

It was a swift movement, and an unexpected one at that. He cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a kiss. His lips were trembling, but he used his hands to keep you in the kiss. Not that he needed to worry about you backing out. His lips were surprisingly soft. It took a moment for your heart to start fluttering at the feeling. You were kissing Endeavor. Really he was kissing you, but still. A man you'd grown so attached to since you first met him was doing what you wish you knew you could've done sooner. Did he really feel the same way you did? If he did you would've kissed him many times by now, but this felt more special. After a long moment, he separated the kiss. Though it was easy to tell he was reluctant.

"I've wanted that for so long, Enji.."

"Really? You're not.... upset?"

You let out a soft giggle as you wiped away the tears that still lingered on his face.

"How could I be upset? I've had a long time to think about how I felt towards you. Even though you frustrated me to no end at U.A. I can't deny that being with you those days were some of my fondest memories. Even when you scolded me for doing something stupid. In some weird way, I knew you only did that because you cared. People around us were doing stupid things all the time. I was the only one you ever got angry at."

"I knew you were above those things. That's why I'd get so angry. You had, and still do have, so much potential but you didn't see it back then. I didn't know how to convey that message to you at the time."

"You really thought high of me?"

"Yes, and I still do."

You looked down at the bed, and closed your eyes for a moment. This was the happiest you've felt in a long time. Your entire body was hot, from the kiss, now to this. He placed his hand under your chin and gently lifted it so you could face him.

"May I kiss you some more?"

You tugged on the collar of your shirt. You'd been blushing this entire time, but it was getting very warm now.

"Y-you don't need to ask Enji. It's not like I'm going to run from you."

His eyes closed and he moved in a bit closer.

"Good, I'm glad. Get ready~"

His voice playfully went higher on the last word as he once again pressed his lips against yours. He was a lot more forceful this time. Now that he knew you didn't want to leave, and didn't mind being kissed by him it was only natural for him to be more assertive now. He leaned you down on the bed, laying you on your back he climbed on top of you. He lifted himself up and placed his hands on your chest. He looked down to you with a tilted head.

"You seriously don't resist much do you?"

"Tch. I have no reason to Enji. I'm.. mph."

"You're...?"

"I-It's nothing important."

"Say it, I want to hear it."

You turned away, and felt your face burn as the embarrassing thoughts just kept coming.

"You still with me?"

"Todoroki, I'm.. yours...."

The males eyes widened in shock, and he grinned slightly.

"That's surprising."

"W-what is?"

"You called me Todoroki, and I guess saying you're mine is surprising as well."

"I-i called you that? i didn't even notice.."

"You did. I don't mind though, although I could think of a few other things you could call me."

He smirked, before giving you time to answer. He had little hesitation as he brought himself down over you and kissed your lips once more. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. His chest pressed against your own. The fact Enji was straddling you was having some... side effects. Everything about this situation felt right, but you still hoped he wouldn't notice. Although it wouldn't be easy to hide while he's on top of you, and not having access to your hands. Geez, reaching down there regardless might give him the wrong idea. A sharp sting hit your forehead.

"Owwww, what's the big idea?"

He had the audacity to flick you, rude.

"You zoned out there. Got a lot on your mind?"

"O-of course I do. You're on top of me, and you're almost naked."

He looked down and noticed he was only in his robe. He slid back a bit and scratched the back of his head.

"S-shit. Sorry. I completely forgot what I was wearing."

He was so dangerously close to sliding against the tent that had pitched itself. It was very uncomfortable.

"No worries, I don't mind."

"You don't mind me naked on top of you?"

"W-when you put it like that...."

He reached for the top of your head and gently ruffled your hair. He kept rubbing for a moment. Slow and rhythmic circles on the top of your head. Thank God you didn't have an animal quirk. If you had a tail right now it'd be flying all over the place. You closed your eyes and he continued to pet you. As good as it felt, you must admit it's a little embarrassing to be shown this kind of compassion.

"You really like that, hmm?"

"T-this is news to me as well, but yes I suppose I do."

"Well I've kept you up long enough I should let you sleep. Would you like me to pet you whlie you fall asleep?"

You knew you were as red as a tomato right now, but it couldn't be that bad right?

"Y-y..yes ple-please?"

"Are you asking me, or telling me?"

"B-both."

He climbed off you and laid down next to you on his side. His warm hand returned to it's previous place as you relaxed. You shut your eyes and leaned into his hand. The action was instinct, honestly you didn't even notice until he spoke something quietly under his breath. It was just loud enough for you to pick up on.

"you're so adorable."

You felt your heartthrob as he spoke. His voice was so genuine and gentle. It felt so nice that it made your chest hurt afterwards. You opened an eye and looked to him with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"D-did you say something? I'm sorry, I'm kind of out of it right now."

"N-no I didn't say anything."

Heheh. You'll turn a blind eye this time. You didn't want to get him worked up and the petting stopping. Still it was very surprising that you enjoyed this kind of affection as much as you did. Without any warning he laid his head on your shoulder. Giving you a quick peck on your cheek. He didn't force anything, but he influenced your body a bit as you were turned on your side to face him. You were face to his, and he never looked more handsome. You noticed some bags under his eyes. Has he been sleeping enough? Guh. You sounded like a Mom. Still you couldn't help but worry. He definitely noticed something was up by the look on your face.

"What's on your mind?"

"O-oh I was just thinking about you."

You blushed a bit and put your face into the pillow to hide it. Leaving your mouth exposed.

"W-What I meant was your well being. Are you taking care of yourself?"

"You're worried about me?"

You turned to face him, and stared at him in the eyes.

"Of course I am. You have bags under your eyes. You're getting enough sleep right?"

He averted your gaze with a sigh.

"No. This week has been rough. I've been working so much I just pushed it aside."

"Alright Enji, let me ask you this. 168 hours in a week. How many have you slept?"

He thought tentatively for a moment.

"M-maybe about 20 give or take?"

Your jaw dropped. Only 20 hours? How is he not passing out?

"That's like. Is that common?"

"More than it should be. I've been doing alright for a few months, but I've been stressed out recently it's hard for me to relax."

"So it has happened before?"

He nodded in response. You guessed you probably pulling that stunt and ending up in the hospital probably didn't help either. Guilt rises for a moment. His hand graces the side of your face.

"I know what you're thinking. It's written allover your face. It's not your fault. I've always had issues relaxing. Even when I was a kid."

"Do you have insomnia?"

He shrugged.

"Maybe. I can sleep well, but I can't when I have too much on my mind."

He turned away from you slightly. In a way it kind of was your fault, but you knew how stubborn he was. He would deny it over and over. Maybe you could help him relax.

You scooted closer to him. Looking up into his eyes you could see a flash of confusion. Followed by happiness.He wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

"I know I made the first move, but I still love having you close to me."

Placing a hand on his chest you leaned into his neck. That's when you felt it. It was so surprising you had to look up to him.

"E-Enji?"

"Y-yeah? What's wrong?"

"Are you okay?"

"O-of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?

"You're.. uhm."

"I know."

This could be taken the wrong way quite easily.

"Are you.. nervous?"

"Incredibly."

He didn't waste a moment to respond. When you laid your hand on his chest. It was very noticeable. Just how fast his heart was beating. The fact The Endeavor could be so nervous about just being close to someone was surprising.

"You should have felt it when I kissed you. I was so scared you'd be turned off and run away from me. With what happened to you though I didn't want to waste another opportunity to tell you well i guess show you how I felt."

Since he was a much bigger guy. He was further up on the bed as to not have his feet off of it. So you scooted up to him so you could look him the eyes again. He looked away and blushed a little. For as much as our sizes differ, our habits are quite the same.

"I guess the second best hero does have a weakness hmm?"

"I do, and you're it."

You had another heartthrob moment, though this one was a bit more conflicting. Whether he meant that as or good thing or not.

"You're my weakness, but you're also my strength. This is going to sound sappy, I know. When I got news that a villain attacked a waiter who worked at the Hook, Brine, and Shirmper I had this gut feeling that it was you. I kept trying to reassure myself you were okay, but every fiber of my being knew better than that. You... talked a lot when you were unconscious. Most of it was just mumbling, but there was one sentence that hit me like a truck. One that made me understand a bit more about you."

His eyes closed for a moment, most likely deciding whether he should say it or not. Hopefully it wasn't anything awful.

"I have to tell Enji I love him. You mumbled."

...

....

.....

"I-I..."

Your words drifted off. You managed to spill the secret you wanted to keep from him so badly while unconscious? It was hard to speak, It was hard to find any words. It was impossible to make a sound. He knew you said that. Yet he still kept it a secret until now? Was that why...? Your thoughts became clear for a moment.

"I-is th-that why you couldn't sl-sleep?"

Jeez. Such a way with words.

"Yes. That is why. I spent every moment I had awake wondering why I was such an ass to you when we were younger. I got depressed. I felt like the worst person in the world. My best friend cared about me and I couldn't show any compassion back to him? I wasn't even the slightest aware you had feelings for me. I was so concerned with myself I didn't notice the distance between us. Then on the day you ran away. The last day I saw you for years. I finally noticed how much a bitch I was to you all that time. That was the first time I ever felt ashamed of myself. I.... I cried myself to sleep that night. I had lost something I never knew I needed. A friend. It's funny. I practiced what I'd say to you as an apology, but right now my head is spinning. I can't think of anything I'm just saying the first things that come to mind."

H-he really has been in his head all week hasn't he? Endeavors not one to put this much thinking into anything other than hero work. That's the way it's always been, but it seems you have an effect on him.

"Enji. Could this also be why you didn't stop by this week?"

He nodded meekly.

"I-I didn't want to ignore you, but after what you said I didn't know how I would be able to compose myself around you. I've been doing a lot of self-reflecting this week."

You nodded. He was certainly more open, and not as stiff when it came to his responses. He was a lot more fluid in conversation which was new.

"Why self-reflect now though?"

"You had no reason to be my friend. I gave you every reason not to, and yet you were so insistent on being close to me. I only pushed you away, but every time I did you came back with 3 more reasons for you to stay. I want to be that for you."

"An annoying gremlin? It's not that fun trust me."

"Shut it, Boy. I'm serious."

"Y-YESSIR."

He ruffled your hair and smiled softly.

"Good boy."

You turned away from him. Even though being right in front of his face didn't help your case none.

"D-don't call me that. I'm not a dog."

"You like being pet though."

"B-Besides the point!"

"You like it when I call you Good Boy and when I pet you. You really are like a dog. Maybe you-"

He cut himself off and smirked. Shaking his head slightly.

"Never mind that."

"You were gonna say something I wouldn't like, weren't you?"

"Oh I'm sure you'd like it."

"W-what?"

"You sure you want me to tell you, this is my last warning, pup."

"Call me that again and I'll-"

You looked at how happy he was. Teasing you. Damn sadist.

"- Just say it. I'm sure I've heard worse."

He smirked and pulled you into his neck. His hand met the top of your head.

"Let's start over. You like it when I pet you. You like it when I call you a good boy which you are. My follow up statement was going to say you'd probably like it doggy style."

If this were an anime steam would be blowing out your nose and ears right now with how hot and bothered you just got.

"I-i wouldn't be so sure about that. I like.... uhm."

"Ooh! Do tell."

God, you couldn't believe you were about to tell him this.

"I like more... intimate positions. I don't want to feel disconnected."

"If someones in you, or you're in them. How the hell can you feel disconnected?"

As expected Enji doesn't get the term of romance.

"Come to think of it, what are you?"

"A human, although you believe otherwise."

"I was asking if you're a top or bottom puppy."

Here was the problem. You definitely didn't hook-up, but in previous relationships you'd always been the top. With... this hulking mass of beef however. The thought intimidates you.

"D-don't you dare laugh."

He nodded.

"In my previous relationships I've always been the top. I did enjoy being the giver. I'd never once received."

"Hmm. That's surprising coming from you. I suppose I could try being the bot-"

"I-I don't want to be on top... n-not with you."

He stammered for a moment.

"R-really? I'm like double your size. That also means."

He groped himself which sent a tingle down your spine.

"This could hurt you."

"L-lube and patience can get you anywhere. WAIT WHY DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD?"

"I press your buttons all the time and I rarely expect to. When it's with me you're so jumpy and anxious. I can't imagine the server who I saw when we met up again being like this."

"Y-you.. I just. I still can't believe I'm with you like this Enji. I had little hope you'd change.. i'm sorry but it's true."

"I understand. I did too, so no offense taken."

A yawn crept up out of nowhere. How long had we been talking?

"Oh shit. You're supposed to sleeping, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Although I am a little tired."

"No more talking. Just petting and sleep."

He still held you in his arms. His hand idly rubbing the top of your head as usual. Seriously. How does someone enjoy this so much? Maybe he's right.

"I'll wake you up for dinner later, okay puppy?"

He really likes calling you that. As embarrassing as it is. There's nothing wrong with it. Receiving genuine compassion wasn't something you got often. You'll take what you can get.

"Sounds good, Enji."

"Haha, not gonna argue this time?"

"You win, you win. I'm too tired to try and argue."

"Not that you'd get anywhere."

Ouch, he wasn't wrong. He's more stubborn than a mule.

"Enji?"

"Hmm?"

"I..I love you."

He chuckled nervously. His idle rubs paused.

"Yeesh, that came out of nowhere."

"I guess it did, I'm sorry."

"It's alright, as long as you're happy."

"With you, I am."

It took a few minutes but in time. The radiating heat from Enji, and the sudden sleepiness overtook you as you fell fast asleep in his arms. He's done a lot of reflection, and that makes you happy. He's trying to improve himself for the better. It's.. Inspiring. Maybe... it was time for you to do the same. Sooner or later the mask has to come off. You needed to deal with your issues, and if anyone deserves to know that. It's him.

#endeavor #bnha endeavor #mha endeavor #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #endeavor x reader #fanfiction #fanfic

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arodrwho · 6 years ago

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OH right ok adhd things maybe

A. A persistent pattern of inattention and/or hyperactivity-impulsivity that interferes with functioning or development, as characterized by (1) and/or (2):

1. Inattention: Six (or more) of the following symptoms have persisted for at least 6 months to a degree that is inconsistent with developmental level and that negatively impacts directly on social and academic/occupational activities:

Note: The symptoms are not solely a manifestation of oppositional behavior, defiance, hostility, or failure to understand tasks or instructions. For older adolescents and adults (age 17 and older), at least five symptoms are required.

a. Often fails to give close attention to details or makes careless mistakes in schoolwork, at work, or during other activities (e.g., overlooks or misses details, work is inaccurate).

well as a kid, yeah. little mistakes in my math, using the wrong cursive letter in my spelling tests. wouldn’t rinse all the soap off the dishes, that sort of thing. the closest thing i can think of now, though, is i often have little mistakes in my fics cause i don’t bother to proofread? i’m just like “okay i’m finished posting time is now” (or when i do proofread i don’t do it as thoroughly as i should). not sure this is Enough though

b. Often has difficulty sustaining attention in tasks or play activities (e.g., has difficulty remaining focused during lectures, conversations, or lengthy reading).

eh. not sure. as a kid, for sure i spaced out in classes. i’d do the whole “okay i’m gonna pay attention. ........fuck. okay i’m gonna pay attention. .........fuck. okay for real now i’m gonna--fuCK” on a semiregular basis? but not like. every day? uh. and for sure i spaced out during lectures, and i remember having to reread pages over and over cos the words just weren’t going in. now, though, i just space out when people are talking sometimes, and have a little trouble focusing on audio stories. don’t really have trouble focusing on like, visual stuff or actions or whatever. just the listening. so, again, not sure it’s Enough

c. Often does not seem to listen when spoken to directly (e.g., mind seems elsewhere, even in the absence of any obvious distraction).

um. i dunno? i’m not other people so i can’t be sure how i seem to them

d. Often does not follow through on instructions and fails to finish schoolwork, chores, or duties in the workplace (e.g., starts tasks but quickly loses focus and is easily sidetracked).

for sure did this as a little kid. like, constantly. i’d forget to do chores, i’d forget to do homework, i’d forget to bring homework home in the first place, i’d forget to bring library books, etc. etc. now, though, i tend to follow through on my shit? or. i mean. sometimes i’ll forget chores still, and self-assigned tasks often end up not getting done, but like. eh

e. Often has difficulty organizing tasks and activities (e.g., difficulty managing sequential tasks; difficulty keeping materials and belongings in order; messy, disorganized work; has poor time management; fails to meet deadlines).

maybe. maybe. i was always super messy as a kid and i’m still not super organized now, my locker’s a goddang disaster a little bit. and as for deadlines i mean. i don’t have any anymore, and i only ever missed one deadline w/school, just. just the once. but i also did papers at the last minute constantly so there’s your poor time management i guess. and my room in my apartment was a small disaster 95% of the time, so. yeah, i guess i have trouble with that. sure. i’ll call this one. i’ve got it.

f. Often avoids, dislikes, or is reluctant to engage in tasks that require sustained mental effort (e.g., schoolwork or homework; for older adolescents and adults, preparing reports, completing forms, reviewing lengthy papers).

yes and no, i guess? like i said, i always wrote papers at the very last minute, and i’ve been putting off reworking my resume for the last uhhh. couple months now, so there’s that. and i keep putting off story-writing, which i love the fuck out of, because, y’know, y’sorta have to know what happens for that, and figuring out what happens is like, effort. but i don’t have the Extreme executive dysfunction that i’ve seen other people struggle with, so i’m kinda over here like. uh. [shrug emoji]. can i give myself half on this one? i’d give myself half on this one

g. Often loses things necessary for tasks or activities (e.g., school materials, pencils, books, tools, wallets, keys, paperwork, eyeglasses, mobile telephones).

i mean it varies like hell, y’know, it’s worse when i’m more stressed, but generally...yeah. yeah, for sure, this is me. i lose shit all the time. most notably my phone, in the nowadays-times, but as a kid i was constantly losing pencils and books and notebooks and shit. and i’d forget where i put my keys, and my stim toys, and all kindsa shit. i’d put things down and almost immediately forget where they were. i’d be holding something and freak out like w here the hell is it????? so. yeah. definitely got this one

h. Is often easily distracted by extraneous stimuli (for older adolescents and adults, may include unrelated thoughts).

mm...dunno? maybe. maybe. i’m not sure, i’ve never really thought about it or been looking for it, but yeah i guess when i space out it’s my own thoughts i’m distracted by? so. maybe? another half-point here even though u can’t actually fuckgin do half points & that’s not how it works

i. Is often forgetful in daily activities (e.g., doing chores, running errands; for older adolescents and adults, returning calls, paying bills, keeping appointments).

well? yeah, i guess. but it depends what y’mean by often, y’know? like i’ve never forgot an appointment (though i nearly did, once, but again y’know that’s only nearly--though social anxiety could be a factor in my not forgetting i spose). and i’ve only rarely forgot the other things. like, i forgot to pay a bill once. and i NEARLY forgot to pay pg&e several times (only remembered bc text reminders from roommate). and i forget to text people back & return emails n stuff, sometimes. (the. emails especially. all summer long i meant to email back my old professor some clean copies of my papers to be used as examples and just fuckgn forgot over and over and now i feel like it’s too weird, so that kinda sucks.) so i guess? i can claim this one for me also, fairly definitively

2. Hyperactivity and impuisivity: Six (or more) of the following symptoms have persisted for at least 6 months to a degree that is inconsistent with developmental level and that negatively impacts directly on social and academic/occupational activities:

Note: The symptoms are not solely a manifestation of oppositional behavior, defiance, hostility, or a failure to understand tasks or instructions. For older adolescents and adults (age 17 and older), at least five symptoms are required.

a. Often fidgets with or taps hands or feet or squirms in seat.

bruh i can’t even halfway dick around abt this one i for sure got it. i’m rockin back n forth right goddamn now & like, i could stop, sure, definitely, but i’m not gonna bc a) stimming’s good as hell, and b) even if i tried to stop i’d start again in a bit bc i’m just Like That i wasn’t made to be still

b. Often leaves seat in situations when remaining seated is expected (e.g., leaves his or her place in the classroom, in the office or other workplace, or in other situations that require remaining in place).

oh hellllllll no. nope. nuh-uh. never, my dude. Against The Rules.

c. Often runs about or climbs in situations where it is inappropriate. (Note: In adolescents or adults, may be limited to feeling restless.)

for sure i did this as a kid. like, definitely. “no running in the house,” i got told, over & over & over. also i ran up n down the stairs in the neighbor’s house once & got in hella trouble (that’s sort of a social rules thing i missed, but also i was just. man i was wired). now i sorta? like i don’t run about, but i def. pace in places most ppl don’t pace? and occasionally maybe i feel restless sort of i dunno what are emotions anyway

d. Often unable to play or engage in leisure activities quietly.

okay so listen. this is sort of. sometimes, absolutely, yes, i gotta fuckin talk, but other times it’s like. totally chill being dead silent for hours on end. which i realize the latter in no way invalidates the former automatically, but like. how often is often, u know? and how “unable” is “unable”? (for sure as a kid i struggled with this a fair bit though)

e. Is often “on the go,” acting as if “driven by a motor” (e.g., is unable to be or uncomfortable being still for extended time, as in restaurants, meetings; may be experienced by others as being restless or difficult to keep up with).

i meaaaan this feels to me a lot like the earlier ones about stimming & getting up when other folks don’t & tbh to be honest honestly i don’t see how it’s supposed to be different. but anyway in any case, yeah, i guess, it feels weird to be still for too long. like i can do it but why would i? i’mma jus stim thanks

f. Often talks excessively.

like again this depends my dude. how fuckign often is often. also it’s situational even aside from definitions of “often.” like. if i’m socialing & not anxious, holy mfcuk i’ll talk ur goddamn ears off like a chatterbox i’ll almost feel like i can’t shut myself up like i CAN but it’ll feel a bit weird u know to just end the motormouth so abruptly. but then also on the other hand i am often very very quiet. and not always jus for anxiety reasons. though yes also for that bc when anxious i don’t talk generally speaking i’m jus sort of There. also uh. uhhhhh. uh. uh. fuck uh. i uh. i. uh. fuck. what was i saying oH RIGHT. when i was little i got told i was doing mindless chatter like Literally So Much, and that i needed to work on my “i.d., internal dialogue”, like, all the time my dude bc i would just talk talk talk talk talk (which like autism hyperverbality + trouble recognizing social rule of Shut Up & social cue of They Annoyed, but. both maybe idk)

g. Often blurts out an answer before a question has been completed (e.g., completes people’s sentences; cannot wait for turn in conversation).

well. sort of yeah. completing people’s sentences, yeah. and i interrupted a lot as a kid. and. yes answering questions ‘fore they’re done, sure, i’ve done that, yeah

h. Often has difficulty waiting his or her turn (e.g., while waiting in line).

nah, waiting in line is easy. that’s what we got phones for my dude. u read sth & u good to go.

i. Often interrupts or intrudes on others (e.g., butts into conversations, games, or activities; may start using other people’s things without asking or receiving permission; for adolescents and adults, may intrude into or take over what others are doing).

well i mean? like i guess? i. i guess, yeah, kind of. interrupting was a thing i did as a kid a fair bit. and sometimes i still sort of, like. “hey can i show u sth” when i know ppl are busy bc Wanna Share!! Excited!! u know. but i don’t interrupt in conversations that aren’t mine too much i don’t think? um. but taking over what folks are doing, that. sounds uh. familiar even if i can’t think of specific examples. but i figured that was more of me being, like, a control freak a little bit? like. gotta make sure they Do It Right u know

B. Several inattentive or hyperactive-impulsive symptoms were present prior to age 12 years.

idk if u’d call it several but the ones that’re existing, sure, yes

C. Several inattentive or hyperactive-impulsive symptoms are present in two or more settings (e.g., at home, school, or work; with friends or relatives; in other activities).

i mean. yeah

D. There is clear evidence that the symptoms interfere with, or reduce the quality of, social, academic, or occupational functioning.

i mean?? as a kid i guess maybe, but since then i’m ? pretty well good i think. or. like. IF these were the things interfering in college then like i guESS there’s evidence. but i’m done w/college now so it’s just kinda like. eh. and what traits i do seem to maybe or probably have ain’t that bad? and so. i’unno my dude. i’unno

E. The symptoms do not occur exclusively during the course of schizophrenia or another psychotic disorder and are not better explained by another mental disorder (e.g., mood disorder, anxiety disorder, dissociative disorder, personality disorder, substance intoxication or withdrawal).

all this is like, irrelevant again bc of point D, but regardless, for the sake of completion will reiterate: is entirely possible (& likely) that the few significantly impactful thingamajigs could be bc anxiety/autism/etc.

IN CONCLUSION: ?????? lemme check numbers real quick

for inattentive it’s POSSIBLE i meet the criteria, but i only have 3 down for solid yes’s, and then there’s like 4 ??????s i think

for hyperactive/impulsive uhhhh i think there’s 3 i said yeah to as well, & 1 i said probably to, and then ?? a couple others i was just kinda Who Knows at

so uhhhhh yeah the question marks sound about right i spose. i’mma mark this down for a solid “Maybe,” w/a side of “look into it more y’dingdang goofus”

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bamboo-woods · 8 years ago

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Translation of Maizono's part in Blu-ray Drama CD

You can listen to the drama here: https://youtu.be/9b5yPOLU7R4 Maizono’s track starts from 10:05

The overall drama CD flows like this: Jin and Kizakura talking together -> Scouting Kuwata Leon -> Scouting Maizono Sayaka -> Scouting Fujisaki Chihiro -> Scouting Fukawa Touko -> Jin and Kizakura talking together Other tracks will be translated by @jinjojess !! Some help on proofreading/fixing typos/mistranslation would be greatly appreciated!!

Kizakura: (The next scout is Maizono Sayaka. The Super High School Level Idol. The center position for the nationwide-famous idol group appointed the conference room of her ageny building as a meeting place. Avoiding meeting a man not only at her own house but also in public places such as cafe or park… She’s a top idol indeed. She manages her risks thoroughly. It might become a hard scouting…)

Maizono: It’s a coffee, please help yourself. Kizakura: Ah, if you will excuse me then. Maizono: How many cups of salt* would you like in it? Kizakura: Zero cups. Er… wha, what is that. Is this some new healthkeeping method or something of that sort? Maizono: It’s unexpectingly delicious~ I’ve been so into it recently! Kizakura: You’re pretty good… You appealed your ‘homely girl’ and 'pure girl’ side at the same time in that short coversation. So this is the top idol’s technique, eh? Maizono: Heeh~? It’s nothing related to that sort! A pinch of salt makes coffee’s flavor much softer. Besides, it is said to cleanse your insides, ah, so it might be a healthkeeping method!

*mixes salt into coffees* Kizakura: So it wasn’t just a joke gossip… (TN: They actually sell salt coffees in Japan. Maizono’s voice actress have been into 'salt coffee’ recently, so this might be a reference to that.) Maizono: So… About transferring into Kibougamine Academy, right? Kizakura: Seeing you like that, it seems that you’ve made your mind already. Maizono: … that’s so. It’s a bit lonely thinking about saying goodbye to friends at current school though. Kizakura: Sooner or later, you will have to walk different paths from your friends. This is the best option if you want to aim for a higher spot as an idol. (But… 'pure’ type popular idols show relentless images in private places, but this child is no different from her public one… Or is she thorough enough to not let her guard down even to a person who’s not related to her work…) Maizono: I’m just like this usually too. I don’t change my attitude or anything depending on the person! Kizakura: Er, eh, what? D, did my thoughts come out in words? Maizono: I, am an esper after all. I can read minds. Kizakura: … Really? Maizono: Just joking, it’s just intuitons. Kizakura: We-, well. I won’t deny that I’m trying to figure out what’s really in your mind. It’s an important job for a scoutsman to meet a person and figure out what the person is like. It’s because that’s something not in the database. Maizono: Yes, it’s alright~ You can ask about things not in database all you want! Kizakura: Then, what is your favorite food? Maizono: Hmm~ I don’t pick food but… From vegetables, I like tomatoes. Kizakura: Heeh~ Is there an investigator(detective) you like? (TN: The word is 'Keiji’ in Japanese and Kizakura’s VA’s name is Fujiwara Keiji) Maizono: It’s Space Investigator. (TN: A series of drama that went on air in 80’s) Kizakura: (Eh, how old is she actually?) The-, then, your favorite hairstyle? Maizono: I like the twintail hair I do when I have my idol clothes on. It shakes side from side in ??? ways, so I feel like dancing too. And most of all, it looks cute~ (TN: Can’t catch that word T^T) Kizakura: Indeed~ It’s a golden saying that I want to telll all the other idols about!! (What should I say, she’s such a sweet girl yet I feel something dangerous about her~ Should I say it’s a scoutman’s intuitions… Just as if she is holding a small bomb unrelated to her idol sides. Hmm, should I test her a little more.) *energetic music suddenly comes out* Kizakura: Eh, it’s a bit sudden around now but there are letters to Sayaka-chan from our listeners!! Maizono: Wha~ is it a radio roleplay? I like radio jobs too. Kizakura: The first letter, is from radio name 'Yellow Cherry’-san. (TN: Kizakura literally means yellow cherry blossom) Where do you, Sayaka-chan first wash when you shower? (naughty voice) Maizono: Eeh~? Is that so, I wash upper arm first. Kizakura: Indeed! We all want the girls to be innocent and pure, but it’s no fun if they’re coy all the time. Men are such bothersome creatures. That, you know it well. Maizono: Yes? Kizakura: Most idols with run away with replies like hair or ??? or arm. Conversely, the girls who deem themselves as small devils say “chest!” without hesitation. Both are common answers that leave you no impressions.

(TN: Can’t catch that one part of body either) Maizono: … Kizakura: But you answered 'upper arm’. Urban legends has it that upper arms have softness equivalent to boobs- the chest, and they’re structurally close to chest too. No other parts of body blossoms more fantasies than this on the stage called shower. Even if I was an idol, I would answer so too!! It’s the best answer. Maizono: Mister guard!! Kizakura: Aaah~~ Sorry!! I got a little carried away!! Maizono: (laughs) Really~ It isn’t something like that! Kizakura: It isn’t? Maizono: I do have proper reasons for washing upper arms first. There was a rule like that in my home planet. Kizakura: Eh, a-, an alien? Maizono: Joking. Even if it’s true, I won’t leak such an important secret so easily. Kizakura: Then next, radio name School Headmaster. Do you, Sayaka-chan like your daddy? If so, what do you like about him? Maizono: Of course I like him very much~ When I was young, it was bit lonely as he always came back late but he was working hard for the family always so. Kizakura: Hmm… Maizono: And watching TV alone at that time caused me to aim for the idol. Kizakura: Well… everyone likes daddies when they’re young. As a friend, how should I treat the guy who is hated by his daughter like a webworm~? This, just to add, is a letter from radio name Koichi-kun. Maizono: Although he won’t express it with his words, I think that father will be very lonely. Please treat him kindly. Kizakura: (Sobs)…!! Yeah… I’ll do that… Maizono: Er, why are you crying? Kizakura: Because the salt in coffee went into my eye… Maizono: Right… Kizakura: Then the last!! Maizono: Eh, it’s the last already? Kizakura: If you Sayaka-chan can’t continue idol career without sacrificing the person you endear, will you still continue? Or can you cut it off and quit? Maizono: That’s… unexpected. Kizakura: Since this is the last so. Maizono: … I can’t answer until that moment comes. I think it’s something that you shouldn’t imagine so easily.

Kizakura: (Judging from what she replied up until now, she would have replied that she’ll choose the person she endear without a doubt… this is unexpected… Is this her obsession for idol career that she can’t hide even when answering thoroughly like this. But this is also the risk that Kibougamine Academy carries due to its nature… A child with an outstanding talent depends highly on his/her own talent. The rebound you get from losing that one place to depend on is incalculable. I wonder this is the bit that’s been bothering me…) Indeed, sorry for asking gloomy questions. I was too rash. Maizono: Does this clear the things that’s been bugging you? It’s alright! I don’t think about those kind of hard stuffs. I just live everyday energetically, dilligently! Kizakura: Does it show up… that much on my face? Maizono: No. I, am an esper after all. Kizakura: That sounds less like a joke every passing second. * Kizakura: My, she was a formidable child. She knows people’s mind well as she’s an idol. The next scout is SHSL programmer Fujisaki Chihiro-kun. This child should be an expert on mind, too…

#maizono sayaka #kizakura koichi #kirigiri jin #danganronpa 3 #drama cd #ohmoto makiko #fujiwara keiji #kirigiri kyouko #translaton #info

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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years ago

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Title: Love, Maybe? {26}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Cursing, Plot, Slow, Smoldering, Torturous Burn 😊

Word Count: 5K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

**Slightly Edited/Proofread**

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Thank you guys for reading!!!! If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG. 😊 ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

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Chapter 26: Admittance Is The First Step

-Vixen-

“What! She calls him da-da now?”

You snorted at Nex as you continued going through the checklist and catalogs you were flipping through.

“Vix, she said I see da-da and doder tomorrow. My jaw dropped, and I almost said the most disgusting curse word.”

“Which one?”

“Motherfucker.” You laughed loud, unable to keep it in any longer.

“It’s not funny, Vix. I literally said mother lover what now.” You laughed louder; this was classic Nexus. When Ella came around she had the hardest time curbing that outspokenness, then when Ella started repeating she had to control it quick. She still had slip-ups though, and when she did they were hilarious.

“Then mom heard, and she got on my ass. God, how long is she staying?” Pinching your lips, you shrugged.

It had been almost a week since your parents had been in town, and each day they looked like they got more and more comfortable. Ella loved them being there and them being there afforded you to work a little more while letting Nex have her freedom. Freedom she seemed to love, she was barely at home anymore, and you knew without a doubt she was with Anthony. Ever since his declaration the two of them were closer than ever, and you were over the moon for her. You also found it fascinating. Two people just met, hit it off, disagreed, fixed it, got their shit together and became a couple in less time than it took to grow out a perm. It said volumes about you, and you were desperately trying to turn it down.

“God only knows. It can’t be soon enough because these dinners at Chris’ need to stop.” You whined out while flipping through the catalog. You were trying to make firm decisions on the décor of the restaurant. Tomorrow was the last day to submit everything so there would be no possible chance of a fuck up.

“What’s wrong with dinners at Chris’? Isn’t he a multi-millionaire with a house worth millions that has like ten bedrooms and twelve bathrooms and an Olympic sized pool?” You rolled your eyes at Nexus.

“That’s a bit excessive. It’s a modest five beds and eight baths, with an envious sized pool, an amazing kitchen, modernly and traditionally decorated and completely fitting for a bachelor.”

“So, what’s the problem?”

Realizing you weren’t going to get anything completed, you slammed the catalog shut to reveal a separate one. One that had party planning resources, you were also in the midst of planning Ella’s second birthday party. You had too much on your plate. Rubbing your forehead, you proceeded to tell her about the last three dinners at Chris’ house. You told her about the memories, how it was being smacked in the face by being in the same place Ella was made.

Of course, Nexus laughed her ass off, which you expected she took joy in your pain and frustrations. After she thoroughly indulged in her laugh, she was empathetic. She listened to all your frustrations until you’d relieved yourself of everything that had been weighing you down since seeing him that fateful day outside his set. Once you were finished you felt a lot better—calmer.

“Wow. That’s a lot, Vix.”

“Tell me about it.” You took your coffee and took another mouthful of the semi-hot liquid. This was your fourth cup, and they all had an extra turbo shot. Nex took your cup and tossed it in the garbage can.

“I think this is part of the problem of why you’re so wound up. No more coffee for the day.”

“I’m so tired; I don’t sleep. I toss and turn all night and have wet dreams Nex; I need that coffee!” She looked at you as if you were some crack addict. You took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

“Girl, you need more than a breath. The other part of the problem is you really, really, really wanna ride your baby daddy raw.”

“Nex!” She laughed again, gripping her belly. Rolling your eyes, you got up and walked around the space of your restaurant and pretended to busy yourself with assessing the area.

“Okay, okay, okay, I’m sorry. Eh-em, I’m done messing with you. I know it’s not easy suppressing your sexual urges for someone you have imagined doing every dirty, filthy imaginable sex act to.” She had a faraway look on her face, and you knew she was talking about her and Anthony. Your face curved up in disgust.

“Ew! I’m gonna be sick. Don’t confuse you and me now.” Nexus gave you that “bullshit” face, and you kissed your teeth turning your back to her.

“The first step is admittance, Vix. You know this. You have to say the words.”

Shaking your head, you walked away to another side of the restaurant. Nex was not having it with your avoidance, and she followed then stood beside you. “It’s the hardest part I know, but once you say the words out loud it’ll be easier. Everything will be put into perspective. Come on.”

You sighed, then groaned loudly. “What do you expect me to say?”

“The truth. This won’t work if it’s a lie. These are your steps Vix, come on.”

She was right. These were your steps. You came up with them as a way to help her and some of your friends when they were struggling with men, work, life, you name it, and it usually worked. Be that as it may, you were in no rush to be the one to use them. When you glanced at Nex, she gave you and impatient look. You knew you wouldn’t get any work done; your head simply wasn’t in it today. You walked away from her and back to your seat.

“I wish this were Miami. I should have never come back to LA.” You dropped into your chair, crossed your arms, and pouted like a child.

“Oh come on, it’s not all that bad. If this were Miami, Ella wouldn’t have met Chris, a man who genuinely seems like he wants to be a good dad to her. Now she has yet another person in the circle of those who love her and would kill for her.” You groaned and rolled your eyes as your hands dropped. She was right. Chris was head over heels in love with Ella, it was obvious, and she was quickly getting equally attached.

“See, your daughter is happy.”

“But I’m miserable, Nex,” you whined.

“Say the words.” She sat there patiently and waited. After clenching your jaw for a few moments, you let out a defeated sigh.

“I’m still attracted to him.” Nex didn’t look pleased. She tilted her head as if to say go on.

“You gotta be kidding me, Nex.”

She crossed her arms and added the look your mother had perfected. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Please don’t give me that look. You look just like her.”

“I know it’s uncanny isn’t it.” Nex laughed with you but quickly stopped and pasted the look right back on her face. You groaned and shook out your body as if to get rid of the feelings.

“I may, kind of, maybe, sort of want to—have—a little bit of sex with Chris.” You rushed out toward the end. Nexus laughed again then slapped your knee.

“Shut up. What the hell is a little bit of sex? It’s either full-on rough, dirty, wash your mouth out with soap sex or tame, boring doggy style sex.”

“Wait, since when was doggy style tame and boring?”

Nexus laughed again. You were only partly serious, but the fact that she was laughing spoke volumes. Her and Anthony got down. “Maybe I just want the tip.” You both busted out laughing again. There was no way you could take any of this serious, but the laughing did help.

“I’m sure the last time started with just the tip to, then there was Ella.” You rolled your eyes. It had never started with just the tip. It was all or nothing. You groaned, remembering the sinful acts you did to one another, not one time but several times over a few days.

“Finish it!”

“Fine, I want to have the filthiest sex imaginable with him. I’m talking against the wall, on the balcony railing over LA, the sex that leaves you parched because your throat is coated with him, aching in every crevice and opening, bruised in places you never knew you could get bruised and unsure where your panties are; in the house, the car or left in the bathroom of some restaurant you had to fuck in. I want to fuck my kid’s father on serious level!” Once you shouted the words out, your eyes were wide as a full moon, and you didn’t feel any better. Nexus looked shocked.

“Wait, your throat is coated? Eww, Vix, that’s just nasty.” You laughed loud again and dropped back into the chair.

“See, better right?”

“No. It is not better, Nexus. How in the world do I reconcile these--.”

“Feelings?”

“Urges. They are urges, not feelings,” you corrected. Nex rolled her eyes.

“There is one way to reconcile them.” You stared at her waiting for her to continue. “Just do it!”

She was the devil on your shoulder, the actual little fuck that told you to just indulge every whim and desire. She rarely ever played the voice of reason. All her advice centered around just doing whatever it was you were stressed about. Nexus’ motto was life is short, and since it’s short, I’m gonna do what I want for a long time. Yours, on the other hand, was life is short, and because it’s short let’s play it safe and prolong it for a long time. Similar but so very different.

“You want to fuck him. He wants to fuck you. So just fuck. After you fuck you can figure the rest out. This sexual tension is way too intense. I don’t know how you’re getting any work done.

“I’m barely getting work done.”

“So you know he wants to fuck you,” Nexus accused.

“Duh Nex. I know that.”

“So put him out his misery, hell put yourself out your misery.”

“There is a huge difference between wanting me and wanting me.” She took a deep breath, then sighed. She knew you were right.

“He doesn’t want me. I know what it’s like for him to want to fuck me, been there, done that. We made a beautiful baby because of our want to fuck each other. I know how that ends.”

You sat there quietly for several long moments. “You want him to want more than sex from you. You want him to like you, love you. Oh my god, Vix, you want to be with him, be with him.” You avoided her eyes as she spoke all the words you’d buried as deep as possible. Before you knew it, tears were streaming down your cheeks. Nex came over to you and wrapped you in her arms. She didn't speak, and you were glad of it. You had no idea what else to say. Hearing the words out loud made you feel like such an idiot—a pathetic idiot.

“Vix, tell him how you feel.” You snorted and dried your tears.

“No, are you kidding. There is Ella now. We can’t just—we can’t do anything that’ll jeopardize her relationship with him. That would be so messy and unfair to her. I’ve already done so many things that are wrong. I don’t want to add to the list. Ella has to come first. ” Nex nodded. “Plus, there are no feelings remember. They’re urges.” Nex shook her head.

“Hello!” You and Nex spun around to see your parents walking around with Ella in tow. You quickly dried any evidence of your breakdown, allowing Nex to be the one to greet them.

“Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?”

“Can’t we come down to see the progress? Are we barred?” Your mother’s exaggeration knew no bounds. You joined them and took Ella into your arms.

“You are welcome, mom. Look around, tell me what you think.” Your father approached you and kissed your forehead, then joined your mother as they looked around.

You gave them the tour of what would be where and how everything would look once set up, and as you walked around, you noted the look of pride on their faces. It felt good.

“This is impressive, Vixen; I can’t wait for opening night,” your mother complimented. You looked at Nexus, who looked equally as impressed.

“Thanks, mom.” She approached you and hugged you.

“I know I’m hard on you, but it’s for a good reason. I just worry about you. Life is hard, and going through it alone makes it even harder. I just want you to have someone to share your successes with, share your fears, your pain. It’s not that I don’t think you’re capable of taking care of yourself. You’ve proven you can more than take care of yourself. I just want you to feel all of life’s true pleasures. Love is a major one.” She tapped your cheek, and you nodded.

“I know mom.”

“That’s what I like to see, my girls all getting along,” your dad chimed in. “Come on, group hug.”

He closed in with his arms held out, encompassing you, your mother, and Nexus with Ella smushed in the middle.

“Gwoop uug, yayyy!” Everyone laughed together; it was a sweet moment.

“Hello? Vixen?” Everyone broke apart and looked in the direction of the voice. You knew who it belonged to, and panic began to bubble within you.

“The door’s open. It’s me, Chris.”

“Da-da!” Ella pushed through all of your legs and took off toward where his voice was coming from.

“Da-da?” Your mother and father looked confused.

“Da-da!” As Chris rounded the corner, Ella crashed into his legs.”

“Uuuffh.” He looked down with a broad smile on his face, then he bent and lifted her with one arm. “Hi there princess. How are you?” Ella nodded as she held on around his neck.

“Where doder?”

Chris laughed at her pronunciation of Dodger’s name. “Uh, he is not with me right now. I promise though, you’ll see him soon.”

“Otay.” For the first time, Chris looked up and into all your faces. Yours was a horrified one; Nexus was one that said “yikes,” and your parents were between confusion and caution.

“Uh—hi,” Chris began. “Am I interrupting? I hope I’m not. I was in the neighborhood and thought to drop by and bring you some food because I knew you were probably in one of your workaholic comas.” His words slowed down toward the end. He looked at all four of you and then to Ella.

“Paw-Paw, Maw-Maw wook, da-da. Tay hi.” You closed your eyes and braced for the category ten hurricane that was about to rip through the room.

“Vixen Star Giovanni, what in the hell is going on here? Why is Captain America here talking as if he knows you? More importantly, why is Ella calling him da-da?” You opened your eyes and saw Chris who looked as if he understood. You could see the remorse in his face. He knew he’d just outed you.

“Vixen, answer your mother!” You took a deep breath and tried to swallow past the lump in your throat. There was nothing else to do now than just tell them the truth.

“Um, mom, dad. Well--.” You’d gone over how to break it to them in several ways. You thought about coming right out with it, or slowly easing into it, or even alluding to it, but now half the band aid was already off. You decided to rip the remainder off to put everyone out of their misery.

“Captain America is here because I know him. Damn it, I mean Chris is here; this is Chris, and I know him. He is Ella’s fa—ther.” Your parents looked at each other and then back to you.

“You said you didn’t know who the father was,” your mother blurted out.

“I didn’t say that. I simply just—alluded to it. you assumed, and I—let you.”

“You lied to us, pumpernickel.” You cringed, he had to use your childhood nickname, it was like adding salt to the wound.

“Um, well—I wouldn’t say it was a--.” You looked at their faces and saw they’d had it with your half-truths and alluding. You nodded.

“I did. I’m sorry.”

The silence in the room was palpable. “And where were you this whole time, young man? Do you have any idea how much you’ve missed? How could you abandon my daughter like that?”

Your father stepped to Chris prepared to defend your honor. You rushed between them. “Dad, stop, please. He didn’t know.”

“What do you mean he didn’t know?” You took one final breath to gain some courage.

“He didn’t know. I never told him. he just found out a little while ago.” Your father’s eyes fell to yours, and you could see the disappointment, and it crushed you.

“So you mean to tell me, you go to Vegas with your sister and get pregnant, then hide and lie about it for years?” Your mother's summary was sufficient. It really got down to the nitty-gritty of the situation. You nodded.

“So you have a child with Captain America no less.”

“His name is Chris, mom.”

“Vixen, why didn’t you come to me. You tell me everything. I would have understood.”

“Dad, I didn’t even understand. I—I was ashamed, I was hurt. I—it was easier to just push it away and pretend like it never happened, and I guess I did too good a job of it,” you candidly explained.

“Did he hurt you? Did you hurt her?” You put your hand on your father’s chest to keep him back.

“Dad, it doesn’t matter anymore. He is Ella’s father. I’m sorry I lied, I’m sorry you found out this way. I have been trying to tell you since you got here. It’s kind of harder to disappoint my parents than I thought.”

Your father hugged you, and you did your best to hold tight to your emotions. “We’re not disappointed. You could never disappoint us.” Your mother approached your side and touched your shoulder.

“Don’t be dramatic, Vixen. We’re shocked, that’s all. Shocked, but we still love you the same.”

You dabbed at your eyes. “I mean he’s Captain America, much better than what we imagined. We imagined some struggling DJ by night and bartender by day. You did good.” You snorted, her timing was impeccable as always.

“No cwy mama.” You sniffled and wiped your tears and turned to Ella with a wide smile on your face.

“Mama’s not crying, see.” She reached for you, and you walked over to take her. From the peak you took, Chris looked not only frozen but in pain. Your father approached him again and held out his hand.

“Carmine Giovanni.” Chris nodded and quickly took your father’s hand shaking it.

“Chris Evans, sir.”

“Nice to officially meet you. I’m sorry about before.”

“No worries, sir, it’s understandable.” They nodded, and your mother approached.

“My wife, Soleen.” Chris took her hand and shook it as well.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

“So well mannered. It’s nice to meet you as well. I sure hope you brought enough for all of us,” she joked.

“I don’t think so, but it’s nothing a delivery order can’t fix.”

“Good, join us then.” Your mother looped her arm through Chris’ and led him further in to the only table in the place. You looked at Nexus, who widened her eyes at you as she approached.

“That wasn't that bad.” You rolled your eyes and followed them.

For the next fifteen minutes, the five of you; six, including Ella, sat through inquiries about Chris’ career. Their questions weren’t too bad, but you could imagine Chris felt awkward. Still, he answered anything they asked without so much as a hint in his voice to any agitation. When the food arrived you were thankful because you thought it would keep everyone's' mouths too busy for talking. You were proved wrong ten minutes into eating.

“So, Chris seems things took a pretty quick and dramatic turn for you in the last few months,” your father tested.

“Yes, sir, they did. I was not expecting any of this.”

“Oh, so you wish you’d never found out, so things could have remained how they were for you?”

Chris looked cautious as he studied your father. “Uh no, sir. That’s not what I meant. I’m glad I found out, glad that I know.”

“Why? Are you planning on fighting my daughter for custody?”

Everyone’s actions fell silent, and Chris looked at you. You avoided his eyes. “No, sir, I have no intention of fighting Vixen for custody. I don’t see a reason to do that. She’s—your daughter is a great mother to Ella, I’ve seen it, and I don’t want to change anything or upset any balance.”

“So, what do you want?”

“To be involved. I want to get to know her, her to get to know me, my family. I just want to be in her life.” The two men studied each other. You could feel the tension, and you wanted to step in, but you didn’t know what to say.

“Carmine, reign in your testosterone, please. Chris, he means well. God blessed us with daughters, and because of it he is their pitbull, Ella’s included.

“I understand, ma’am, and I get it. I wouldn’t expect anything less. You love them. I understand it a lot better today than I did six months ago. You’d do anything to protect them, same with me. I’d do anything to protect them.”

Your heart lurched.

“Did he mean me too?”

You looked over to Nex, who looked as if she also heard what he said. She was looking at you probably wondering the same thing

“As long as we understand each other. Welcome to the family.” Chris smiled and nodded then looked to you. Your eyes met for a few moments before Ella drew your attention to her.

Another uncomfortable hour passed, then your parents left with Ella in tow and Nexus trailing behind them. Her excuse was she had things to do, but you knew she was lying. As you closed the door behind them and locked it to make sure no more uninvited visitors came by you turned and walked back inside the restaurant to see Chris still sitting there. He was watching you with an intense contemplative look etched on his face. It was as if he were looking right through you. Clearing your throat, you stood behind one of the chairs.

“Are you okay?” He didn’t answer; he just kept looking right through you. “Look, I’m sorry about my dad; he is super protective of Nex and me. I didn’t mean for him to--.” You trailed off realizing he still had yet to acknowledge anything you’d said.

“Okay, then. Are you angry?” You saw the clench in his jaw, and your nerves rose.

“Chris?” You nodded, taking that as your answer. “Okay, I get it. You have every right to be angry.” You turned away from him and walked to where you had the binders.

“I’m sorry, I’m not angry. I was—lost in my own thoughts,” Chris said as he approached you.

You studied his face unsure if he were telling the truth or not. He looked genuine, but the fact was you still didn’t know very much about him, certainly enough to know whether or not he was being truthful.

“Okay.” You looked back to the binder that held the party planning details.

“What’s all that?”

“Ella’s second birthday party planning is in full effect. I didn’t plan on being in LA for it but either way she still deserves a party.”

“Let me help. You look swamped. I’d be happy to take something off your plate.” That sounded nice; you couldn’t lie.

“What are you good at?”

Caught off guard, Chris stammered, then scoffed and smiled. “Um, well—wow never really been asked that before. I guess—talking.” You laughed loudly and pinched your lips.

“You’ve literally been talking your entire life,” you joked. He nodded in agreement.

“You’re right, I have. Guess that’s why I can’t seem to shut up.” You smiled again. “Except around you, you take all my words, leaving me speechless.” Caught off guard by that candid admission, you just stared at him.

“That’s not true.” It came out as a whisper; you were breathless.

“Embarrassingly enough, it is, painfully true. I don’t know there is just something about you that makes me think and think and overthink what I’m going to say or want to say or should and shouldn’t say.”

“Why not just say it all?” He smiled and nodded as if he hadn’t thought of it.

“Do you always say it all?” You stifled a laugh and pinched your lips together.

“In business, yes. I am very vocal there, some would say bossy, but I say vocal.” Chris laughed.

“What about other than business? Personal, maybe?” You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth and held it there, thinking about his question. Most of you said open up, see where it took you, so you did.

“Not so much.” Chris nodded but kept his eyes on you. You didn’t break the eye contact.

“I’m sorry for outing you.” You snorted.

“It’s okay. I should have told them days ago.”

“They took it well. Your mom isn’t so bad.”

“What do you mean?”

“In Vegas, you said she was always on your case about settling down that she always made you feel like you were incapable of taking care of yourself or you had no worth unless you had a man beside you.” Your jaw dropped.

“I said that? All of that?” Chris nodded. You couldn’t believe you told him all that, let alone that he remembered.

“I’m an actor. I have a great memory.” Your curiosity piqued, and you wondered if he remembered everything he said. Quickly he looked away from your eyes and back to the binder.

“When I told my family about Ella, they asked when they could meet her. I didn’t give any precise dates, but maybe it works our great with her party.”

“I’m not following.”

“How would you feel about having her party in my hometown. That way, we can get out of LA, keep it under the radar, my family can meet you, and her and our families can interact.”

Panic set in, and you hoped your face didn’t show it. “Like one big happy family, huh.”

“I mean, that’s what we kinda are, right?” You didn’t know why you felt so scared, but the fear was all-encompassing. “If that’s too much or not cool say the word. It was just a thought.”

“I just—I don’t think it’s such a good idea that they meet me.” Chris looked confused.

“What? Why? Of course, it’s a good idea. They have to meet my--.” He stopped himself in his tracks.

“Your what? Ex-wife, and baby’s mama who lied to you for three years and kept your daughter from you? How is that a good idea? They’re going to hate me.”

Chris’ hand shot out to take yours. “Stop it. They will not hate you.” You rolled your eyes and tried to take your hand back.

“Yes, they will, and you know it.” Chris held firmly to your hand.

“No, they won’t. I won’t let them hate you. How can they hate you when I don’t hate you. I’m past it, I’ve forgiven you.” You looked shocked.

“What?”

“Why do you look so surprised? Yes, I’ve forgiven you, Vixen. I understand I am not resentful about it. I’ve had a lot of time to think and reason with myself and see things clearly. I don’t hate you, and they won’t hate you. Once they see what an amazing mother and person you are they’ll love you just as much as I--.” He looked down and cleared his throat. “As much as I’m sure your family loves you.” For a moment, your heart flew into your throat, but you didn’t know if what you felt now was disappointment or relief. You looked to his hand that engulfed yours and breathed out.

“Can I think about it?”

“Absolutely.” Chris pulled his hand back from yours reluctantly, but his fingertips lingered with yours. You didn’t move, the static electric shock you felt though it made the butterflies in your belly take flight; it also felt strangely comforting—right even.

The next several minutes passed with no words or movement. It may have been strange just to sit there touching your baby daddy’s fingertips and staring into his ocean-deep eyes, but to you it felt easy like Sunday mornings. When you felt you couldn’t do it any longer you pulled your hand back and broke the long gaze. You began packing up and soon walked to the door with Chris following behind you.

“In order to not jinx ourselves, I think you’ll be safer if I say goodnight here,” Chris said. “I want to walk you to your car, but--.”

You smiled and nodded and touched his hand unintentionally. Your eyes met again. “It’s okay. I know your mom raised a gentleman. It’s fine; you’re just a danger to my privacy.” He smiled and nodded but didn’t look as if he liked that fact.

“Call me if you need anything.” You nodded, and he walked out first. You took a deep breath and tried to slow your pounding heart. You had to find a way to get these feelings under control, or you would end up doing something stupid—yet again.

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Boyfriend (Beta): Kitagawa Shouta (SR) - Other than Soba

CV: KENN

Proofreaders: 山崎ルカ

Heroine name: Takamiya Akane **This is a name I gave for all the MC that’s not in Shouta’s story so I will be applying this to all of them from here on out.

IMPORTANT: Under a friend’s suggestion, I will be reposting my old translation of Boyfriend (Beta) from my blogspot on this tumblr as well. Only the ones I have posted of course. But I will change a few things here and there. Looking at my blogspot again, I see everything was terribly made and some things were hard to read. I did this translation years ago so the quality might be bad. I didn’t change much either.

TRANSLATION UNDER CUT

A Tasty New Year’s Eve

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Chapter 1

Kitagawa Shouta: Akane, thanks for today! I’m happy I got to go on a date with you!

Takamiya Akane: I should be thanking you for inviting me. It was really fun. Moreover, I’m sorry you had to send me back home.

Kitagawa Shouta: It’s fine, it’s fine~. It’s normal for me to send you back after a date, right? Just kidding~, I wanted to try saying something cool but I actually wanted to be with you just a little longer! Ah, I know. Leaving that aside, it’s almost New Year’s Eve right? It’s a big event that sums up the year after all! Have you decided what you want to do to end the year?

Takamiya Akane: Well, I haven’t decided on anything specific yet. I was thinking of doing something different this coming New Year’s Eve. I was trying to think of something but nothing comes to mind.

Kitagawa Shouta: In that case, would you like to spend it with me? You wanted a different New Year’s Eve, right? Al~right, leave it to me! I’ll grant you wish!

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Chapter 2

Takamiya Akane: (Today is 31st December, I’m going to spend the day with Kitagawa-kun but……) ……Ah, Kitagawa-kun! I’m sorry for making you wait!

Kitagawa Shouta: Akane, you’re here~! I’m glad to see you! Ah, that’s right. Have you properly told your parents about tonight?

Takamiya Akane: Yup, I told them I’m spending New Year’s Eve with you.

Kitagawa Shouta: I see, I see! In that case, I can take care of you with a peace of mind!

Takamiya Akane: By the way, where do you plan to bring me along today?

Kitagawa Shouta: Hu hu hu……! For that, please look forward to when we reach! The hint is, 『When speaking of New Year’s Eve』!

Takamiya Akane: (When speaking of New Year’s Eve……? Hmm, what exactly is it!?)

Kitagawa Shouta: Ta-dah, we’re here~! It’s a food theme park!

Takamiya Akane: Wow, it’s bustling and looks fun! But why here of all place?

Kitagawa Shouta: That’s because when speaking of 31st December, it’s the 『New Year’s Eve Soba』, right~!? Today, as special plan, we’re going to be eating New Year’s Eve Soba here!

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Chapter 3

Kitagawa Shouta: Not only that, we can also eat the different soba from all over the country~!

Takamiya Akane: Wow, that’s really interesting! This is a rare experience!

Kitagawa Shouta: Right~? The “different from the usual” will be eating New Year’s Eve Soba!

Takamiya Akane: I’m also getting hungry about now.

Kitagawa Shouta: Me too, I’m super hungry~. In that case, we’re should dig right in at the soba!

Takamiya Akane: Yup, you’re right! *Giggles*, I’m really excited!

Kitagawa Shouta: Man~! There really is all sorts of soba gathered here! I don’t know which one to order first but is this one okay? Because the seaweed is kneaded thoroughly into noodles, it tastes really delicious~! Akane, have you decided on something?

Takamiya Akane: Mine is a walnut Soba. The slight sweetness gives a nice feeling.

Kitagawa Shouta: Oh, looks delicious~! Hey, hey, can I have a bite?

Takamiya Akane: Sure, you can. I also want a bite from yours, Kitagawa-kun.

Kitagawa Shouta: Of course it’s fine~. In that case, let’s trade!

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Chapter 4

Takamiya Akane: It was fun trying out all the soba from various regions!

Kitagawa Shouta: Really, it is, this is the first time I’ve eaten all sorts of soba at one go!

Takamiya Akane: I’m glad that I get to eat something delicious before the year ends! Thanks to that, my stomach is all filled up!

Kitagawa Shouta: But we aren’t ending with just soba you know? Apparently, this New Year, there will New Year dessert going around!

Takamiya Akane: Eh, New Year Dessert? Maybe a mochi because it’s very New Year-ish?

Kitagawa Shouta: That’s the thing, even I don’t know what they’ll be releasing~. Well, you can call this something to look forward to as the new year comes.

Takamiya Akane: Maybe it’s a special dessert. I’m looking forward to what kind of dessert they’ll give us. *Giggles* I want to eat it already!

Kitagawa Shouta: Oh, didn’t you say that you were full just now~?

Takamiya Akane: That’s right but I always have room for desserts!

Kitagawa Shouta: Hahaha, an extra stomach for desserts I see! Something like that, it’s nice~! I re~ally like that energetic part of yours!

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Chapter 5

Kitagawa Shouta: ……Oh? It seems that there’s suddenly some bustling music being played. Perhaps, it’s finally the time for the countdown event to start!?

Store Announcer: Attention to everyone coming or leaving for the park! We’re only left with a few moments of this year! The countdown will start now! Are you all ready~?

Takamiya Akane: Wow, by the time I realised it’s already time!

Kitagawa Shouta: It’s finally the countdown right~!? O~h, I’m getting really exicited~!

Takamiya Akane: Ah, the countdown numbers is being reflected on that big crystal.

Kitagawa Shouta: Crap~! There’s really only a few moments left till a new year~!

Takamiya Akane: It’s gradually getting closer to 12am!

Kitagawa Shouta: It’s almost here, just a little more! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1……―― Yee~~~ah! Happy New Year~!

Takamiya Akane: Happy New Year! *Giggles*, the music and the clapping are getting rowdier!

Kitagawa Shouta: A countdown event should be this fired up after all! Hey hey, this year, please get along with lots as well~!

Takamiya Akane: Yup, of course. I’ll be in your care as well!

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Chapter 6

Kitagawa Shouta: Which reminds me, they should be handing out New Year Desserts by now! Al~right, let’s quickly go eat this festive dessert!

Takamiya Akane: The New Year Dessert looks delicious! It was actually a red and white, vanilla and strawberry flavoured ice cream!

Kitagawa Shouta: This is definitely festive~. It’s certainly a New Year Dessert!

Takamiya Akane: We had delicious Soba at the end the year and we also had delicious ice-cream at the beginning of the year…… Somehow, it felt like both my stomach and my heart had been satisfied. I did say that I wanted a different New Year’s Eve than usual but I really thank you for granting my wish!

Kitagawa Shouta: Oh, no, I should be the one thanking you~. I’m really happy I got to spend New Year’s Eve with you! Thanks to you, I get premonition that this year will be the best year ever~! By the way, I think that it’ll also become a very awesome year for you too. That’s because, I decided that “I” will be the one that make you enjoy it the most!

END

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Note: I got hungry reading this again and it’s 1am.

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