#The Chance Meeting at the Black Cat Cafe

[chateaaa]

☆ What dating the blue lock characters feels like (pt 2)

Dating Sae Itoshi includes matching earrings, having your initial dangling in his dominant leg (so every time he scores he dedicates the goals to you), having you in the back of his phone, being mean to everyone but you, buying you everything you want, giving you his password to all his socials, buying you flowers every week, slow dancing in the rain, watching hello kitty with you, kissing you on the back of your hand <3

Dating Shidou Ryusui includes bear hugs!!, slapping your ass every time he gets a chance, biting you randomly, love hate relationship, "shut up" x "make me", would try to be romantic (it does not work), would always expect you watching his games, looking at you in the crowd if he scores a goal, making boys near you cry because he dosnt want them to steal you away from him

Dating Otoya Eita includes kissing you on the neck, painting each other's nails in the color of black, wearing a pink scrunchie you gave him as a joke he now won't remove it from his arm, giving you his hoodie, acts of service, only wearing this specific perfume when you guys meet, pocky game (he would purposely lose)

Dating Tabito Karasu includes flirting with you in front of your friends, matching lego heart keychain, giving you cute random things and saying "my chick number 7 gave this to me, i don't need it so you can have it" that's a lie, he spended 3 days deciding what to give you, carrying you like a sack around, matching sneakers

Dating Alexis Ness includes worshipping you like a goddess, loving every single part of you, carrying an extra ponytail for you, buying you snacks, being very possessive, always wanting to wear matching clothes, words of affirmation and physical touch!!, telling his teamates about how good and kind you are, literally making you experience any kind of dates ex: beach dates, museum dates, stargazing dates, always wanting to touch any part of your body; arms, cheeks, hands

Dating Hiori Yo includes arcade dates!!, winning you stuff toys in claw machines, gaming dates, photobooth dates, physical touch and quality time!!, cuddling while raining, playing games even if your horrible, the beds in minecraft being side by side, carrying you in literally any game, sending you spotify lyrics that he thinks relates to your relationship with him, watching netflix together during summer vacation

Dating Noel Noa includes waking up during weekends with him serving you breakfast in bed, carrying you around like a teddy, all love language, gifting you extravagant gifts everyday, leaving you colorful sticky notes in the counter everyday with daily reminders such as "don't forget to drink water" or "i'm going home late, you should sleep early today"

Dating Ikki Nikko includes only letting you touch his hair, cafe dates, letting you have his drink if you like it more, gifting you a giant teddy on your birthday, would always update you through chat, sending you spotify playlists, handwritten letters, sending memes to eachother, dreaming about being married and adopting 5 cats

Dating Yukimiya Kenyu includes neck kisses!, ranting about all his problems to you at 3 am while cuddling, taking pictures of you every time you go out, his wallpaper being you (he changes his wallpaper every week), just because flowers, photographer x model, always having your favorite food in his bag

Dating Charles Chevalier includes painting each other's nails with the eye color of each other, him only listening to you, sunshine x grumpy, always asking for headpats, booping your nose, watching disney every night before going to bed, expecting you to feed him every time you go out

idk guys kasasu and otoya feels ooc, I THINK IT'S VERY HARD TO WRITE ABOUT THEM SINCE I FEEL LIKE THEY'RE RED FLAGS AND I REALLY DON'T KNOW ABOUT THEIR PERSONALITY THAT MUCH..... (sorry karasu and otoya fans 😔😔) but anw hope you all still like it ☝🏻🤓

btw PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SUGGEST ANYTHING TO WRITE IM HAVING WRITERS BLOCK LOL

[yogurtkags]

❝ HAPPY ACCIDENTS ❞ — kuroo tetsurou

cw. f!reader, fluff, cliche meet cute, strangers to friends to maybe more down the line — wc: 1.3k~

to cheer @nekomacheercaptain , my giftee ♡ for the hq x reader secret santa by @lale-txt

the winter breeze is brutal.

coupled with the featherlight flutters of falling snow, there’s nothing you want more than a mug of hot coffee, hot chocolate, hot anything. not hot enough to scald, not lukewarm, just right — warm to the touch of your hand and a heat that reaches to the depths of your bones and every crevice.

your gloved hands are shoved into the pockets of your coat, hanging heavy on your shoulders with a nice weight akin to a grandmother’s hug. god knows you need one right now, the colder days haven’t been kind to you and just getting yourself up and out of the house is a struggle all on it’s own. maybe some fresh air will do you some good, but it doesn’t feel like it when the snow’s crunching under your feet and soles of your shoes barely find purchase on the pavement as you take slightly faster but cautious steps towards alchemy’s brew.

the soft chime upon stepping in welcomes you with a sweet tune, the warmth that envelops you causing a sigh to slip out. this place was always a cosy visit no matter the season, a little nook that was a pleasant surprise to find and become your regular caffeine pick-me-up spot. you shoot a smile at the young barista working the counter as she greets you, walking over to a small table which is seemingly the only one unoccupied in a quiet corner.

small items prove difficult to handle with gloves on, let alone dollar bills and change as you fumble with your belongings. dusting away flits of white and gently tugging the fabric off your hands finger by finger, you drop them off on the table and turn around only to bump straight into a firm surface, eyes widening at the flash of jet black before you can stop your movements.

“oof—“ “woah watch ou—“

kuroo isn’t having the best day, well morning, the day just started. emails and emails, did i mention emails, bombarding his inbox and gods it’s his day off, do they even see his out of office notice? surely they can read.

it’s cold out and he much prefers the warmth of his apartment but alas, he is driven by a caffeine addiction. corporate norm if you will. he’s been meaning to try out this cafe since he moved here but he’s been so caught up with everything and everywhere in between that it just became a forlorn thought at the back of his mind, months passing and it still remains an untouched pin on his map.

he needs to step out and put his laptop away from his line of sight before he breaks his personal “no work on my off day unless it’s an emergency” rule, why not take the chance?

so he finds himself at the front of the line of alchemy’s brew, slipping the barista change and a polite smile, turning to find a seat while his hands warm up from a delicious hot drink, head in the clouds and lost in thought. maybe things are looking up.

until he completely fails to see ahead of him and collides into a smaller frame.

“i am so sorry!” you and the unfortunate individual that you ran into blurt out simultaneously, minds in sync to the horror of the scene in front of you, marked not by splotches of red, but a rich brown against tan vinyl.

your eyes quickly scan his clothing, letting out a held breath at its unstained appearance. finally bringing your gaze up to his face, the first thing you note is his very tussled hair, it resembles the ruffled feathers of a bird, or maybe more like a black cat that’s just had its coat aggressively petted and you can’t help but let the corner of your lip quirk up in amusement for just a split second before returning to a concerned frown. poor guy just wanted to have a peaceful morning and a hot drink and you probably ruined it.

what looks like a hot chocolate sloshes in the cup in his hands, slowly coming to a still after the sudden movement just a moment ago. what you assume was once full now stands half empty, and you meet his gaze with a wince, mustering up the most genuine apologetic smile you can, hands twiddling in nervousness.

“really, i’m so sorry about that, i should’ve seen where i was going.” you gesture towards his drink, “can i get you another—“

you visit this place regularly enough that you can easily get a new one for free and having made friends with the barista on shift today. you’d be willing to pay either way, it would be the right thing to do. you just want to move on from this situation as quickly as possible, the stares from the other customers starting to get under your skin.

he’s quick to cut you off with a panicked wave of his hand, “no, no, you don’t have to! you had your back turned to me, you couldn’t have known. if anything it’s my fault really.”

the way his eyes widen and words spill from his lips hurriedly doesn't quell the guilt, and instead makes you double down even more, unable to stop yourself from wanting to make it up to this seemingly sweet soul, lord knows you'd be on the verge of a breakdown if the same thing happened to you. “oh my god please, it’s the least i can do.”

"no, no, no, ok how about this— since we're both alone, or at least i assume you are? correct me if i'm wrong—"

the cafe's unexpectedly pretty busy on this saturday morning, a steady stream of customers and quiet chatter filling the air. there’s something for everyone here no matter the vibe or purpose, a solace standing the in midst of the cold like a crackling fireplace, a sanctuary.

as nice as the place is, you'd think no one in the right frame of mind other than yourself would be willing to get out of their warm bed and come outside in the snow — no one in your circle is at least, and you're certainly not waiting on anyone.

"i am!" you sound almost too chirpy affirming him about that and he thinks you so adorable.

"okay perfect, you can repay me with your company then."

"oka— wait what. are you sure?"

"i promise it's fine, you seem nice and i uh, would like to get to know you! i-if that's what you're comfortable with—" kuroo leaves out the part where you were settling down in the table he was eyeing before this whole thing happened, but he's slightly flustered, usually certain and sure but now thrown into a loop by the pretty girl that crash landed into his day, not that he's complaining. well other than maybe his spilled drink but that’s totally on him.

now that the initial shock is over, meeting his hazel eyes with a smile, you only just notice how pretty they are and compliment the rest of his features well, finally taking note that the man before you is actually very handsome and suddenly you're slightly bashful and even more embarrassed about what just transpired.

thankful that your scarf covers a little bit of your newly flushed demeanor, you nod with a shy smile and eyes averted, "i'd like that."

with a matching grin, he puts his cup down and pulls out a chair for you, and as you try to subtlety squint your eyes to peek at a scribbled name somewhere on his cup, he notices and laughs, a sound you think may be the music to your reddenned ears for the next hour or so. you’re not sure if the colour is still a reflection of the cold or a growing interest in this unnamed man, but who are you kidding, it’s more likely the latter.

“it’s kuroo, well—my name’s kuroo.”

it surprises yourself that as you sit across kuroo, this man that you just accidentally met in the middle of a cafe on a wintry morning, you think that there's nothing more in the moment that you want than to make him laugh again.

gen taglist. open (link to form) @wyrcan @urslytherin

networks. @the-all-stars-network @houseofsolisoccasum

notes. hi~ it’s been a while~ i’m a little rusty, so cheer, i hope you like this and to everyone out there, happy holidays ♡

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

[bangchansfairywings]

Stranger Danger....Or Not? (Part 1)

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: Mystery/Rom-Com

(Minho X Fem!Reader + Han?)

Summary: After a frustrating day, Y/N meets Minho, a stranger who feels oddly familiar. Their connection moves quickly, but things take a mysterious turn when Han, a cryptic newcomer, inserts himself into their conversation with unsettling ease. As deja vu lingers, Y/N begins to wonder if their meeting was really just coincidence.

Part 2

Y/N had always dismissed the idea of fate. It always sounded much too convenient, too much like an excuse that people gave themselves when life didn't go quite according to plan. Coincidences? Sure. Random chance? Absolutely. But destiny? Fate? The notion that the universe had some grand, intricate plan weaving everyone's lives together felt like nothing but wishful thinking.

At least, until today.

Her morning had been cursed from the moment she opened her eyes. She had overslept, thanks to her cat, Phoenix, knocking her phone charger unplugged and her phone dying in the middle of the night. And the stubbed toe on the corner of her dresser edge was practically a personal attack from the universe itself. Toothpaste had found its way onto her favorite cream colored sweater, an offense she couldn't even be mad about because of how absurdly typical it felt at this point.

And thennnn came the rain.

Not a gentle drizzle, but a heavy, unrelenting downpour that started the moment she set foot outside without her umbrella. She sprinted for the public bus, clutching her powder blue tote bag tightly to her body to keep her sketchbook safe, only to watch in horror as the bus rolled away from the stop just as she arrived out of breath.

By the time she finally stumbled into her favorite cafe, soaked to the bone and seething, she was convinced that if fate was real, it had a particularly cruel sense of humor.

The sharp chime of the cafe's doorbell greeted her, along with the comforting scent of freshly ground coffee. The warmth of the space seeped into her chilled wet skin, wrapping her in its familiar soothing embrace. The low murmur of conversations and the soft hum of indie music offered a reprieve from the chaos of the outside world.

Y/N ordered her usual; a hot latte with extra foam, and retreated to her typical booth tucked in the corner by a rain speckled window. She sighed as she wrapped her cold fingers around the warm coffee cup, letting the heat sink into her palms. Her eyes traced patterns in the swirling cream, trying to shake off the creeping sense that today was just off somehow.

The door chimed once more.

At first, she didn't look up. But something about the shift in energy, a subtle tension in the air, made her glance toward the entrance.

He walked in like any other customer, shaking droplets of rain from his dark leather coat. His black hair was damp, sticking slightly to his forehead, and he looked like he had just stepped out of a melancholy indie film. His sharp features were softened by the dim light of the cafe, but what caught her attention wasn't necessarily his appearence.

It was the strange, unsettling pull in her chest.

There was something about him. Something familiar.

His gaze swept over the cafe with casual indifference until his eyes landed on her. For the briefest of moments, time seemed to stutter. His eyes were a deep brown, warm and inviting, but behind the seemingly calm exterior was something unspoken; an echo of recognition that neither of them could place.

And then he walked towards her.

Her pulse quickened as he approached, though she couldn't pin point why. He stopped beside her booth, hesitating just long enough for her to wonder if he was just going to turn and walk away from her after all.

"Mind if I sit here?" His voice was low and smooth with a thread of hesitation beneath his suddenly confident exterior.

Y/N blinked. "Uh, sure?"

The stranger slid into the seat across from her without another word, then resting his hands on the table. The almost guaranteed awkwardness she expected never actually arrived. Instead, an unusual calmness settled over her, as if it hadn't been the first time they'd shared a table in a quiet cafe on a rainy day.

"I'm Minho." He said simply.

The name tugged at something deep inside of her mind, but the connection slipped away before she had the chance to grab hold of it.

"Y/N." She replied, her voice quieter than she intended.

A beat of silence stretched between them. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but it was heavy, like there was more to be said but neither of them knew where to start.

Minho's gaze lingered on her, studying her with a curious intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "Have we met before?"

The question wasn't accusatory, it was gentle, almost thoughtful, as if he genuinely wasn't sure of the answer.

Y/N's throat felt suddenly dry. "I don't think so. I feel like I'd remember." She wasn't entirely sure what she meant by that.

He let out a small, humorless chuckle. "Yeah, me too."

Their conversation stumbled into neutral topics--how long they'd lived in the city, other favorite cafe's and restaurants, the inexplicable magic of rainy days. Underneath every word, there was an unspoken undercurrent. Every smile felt too familiar, every glance lasted a second too long. Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that they weren't strangers at all. They were....something else.

Just as she was about to ask Minho another question, the door chimed again.

Another stranger walked in, shaking off the cold with the same ease as Minho had. His messy black hair and oversized blood red hoodie gave him an effortless, casual coolness vibe. His eyes scanned the cafe with sharp precision until they landed on Y/N and Minho.

Then he smiled, wide and knowing, and just a little too pleased.

Without any hesitation, he made his way toward them and slid into the booth next to Minho like he belonged there.

"Fancy seeing you two here." The newcomer said with a grin that felt almost practiced.

Minho's posture tensed slightly. "Han."

Y/N blinked, the tension between the two men suddenly palpable. "You guys know each other?"

Han's grin widened. "You could say that. We cross paths more often than we should."

Minho's jaw tightened. "Or you're just good at showing up uninvited. What do they call that word? Stalking?"

Han chuckled, leaning back into his seat. "Coincidence? Fate? Who's to say?"

Y/N frowned, feeling like she stumbled into a conversation that had already been in progress. "Okay, seriously, what's going on?"

Han's gaze settled on her, and for a moment, the playful sparkle in his eyes dimmed. "I think you'll figure it out soon enough."

Minho cleared his throat, trying to redirect the tension off of her. "So, Y/N, what do you do?"

She blinked at the sudden shift. "I'm a freelance illustrator. I do commissions and some comic projects."

His eyes lit up with genuine interest. "That's amazing! It takes real skill to bring stories to life through art."

Before she could even respond, Han leaned forward in his seat, hands in his pockets. "Artists are always the ones who notice patterns first. You should pay attention to them."

Minho shot him a glare. "Can you not be so damn cryptic for once?"

Han smirked but said nothing more.

The rest of the conversation flowed naturally--too naturally, with the exception of a few of Han's odd additions that seemed almost like riddles. Every laugh shared, every moment of connection felt like layers of an unfinished puzzle slowly sliding into place.

Yet, under it all, there was a question that no one voiced aloud:

Why did it feel like they already knew each other?

Just as Y/N tried to shake the feeling, something bizarre happened, even compared to Han's presence. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the reflection in the rain streaked window beside them--an image of Minho's face, but somehow different. Older, perhaps, pr cast in a light that didn't exist within the cozy cafe. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably as she blinked, and the image vanished just as swiftly as it had appeared.

"Are you okay?" Minho's voice pulled her back into the present.

Y/N forced a smile, but the unease lingered and was hard to hide. "Yeah, just....I thought I saw something. Must've just been the rain."

Han's gaze lingered on her longer than she would have liked, the playful spark in his eyes dulled by something heaver, seemingly knowing. "Rain has a funny way of showing you things you're not ready to see."

[dao-afterdark]

little acts of kindness

tags/warnings: mention of violence, blood, swearing, gn!reader, reader is a bit judgmental, not much romance here, this was a warm up, maybe grammatical errors.

notes: as stated before, i’m taking my time on oubaitori, but i created two new ocs that you may see in the future! no bios yet, but i’ll get them up hopefully soon. i’m also tempted to call this oc towa/touwa (as well as keeping he bian) because i’m a little obsessed with the name lol. also again thank you guys for the love on oubaitori, i wasn’t expecting all those likes and even a few reblogs! but honest question, do we like the lowercase writing? please share me your thoughts!

you’ve seen this guy around on campus a few times, and have certainly heard about him too.

he bian. a troubled man who was nothing but hotheaded, callous, and conceited. he often got into fights, and did petty little crimes that wouldn’t warrant an arrest or to be kicked out of college.

personally, you’ve yet to interact with him, but when your eyes happen to cross you’re quick to look away. those void like eyes make you uncomfortable; always either empty or full of vexation.

to your surprise he actually has a loyal companion; a pink haired man who was all smiles, and smelt like fresh herbs and citrus, or marijuana.

you’re not sure how either of them stand each other, because you knew for a fact you’d never entertain the idea of someone like he bian being in your friend circle.

but the universe has a funny way of proving you wrong.

pushing open the door to the private bathroom, you halt abruptly at the sight of him standing in front of the mirror holding a bloodied tissue, blood also smeared and splattered on the lower half of his face. his knuckles were also covered in blotches of red.

you gape, dread hitting you in the gut like a bullet.

he bian was also startled, but it’s gone in an instant, a defensive sneer overcoming his face. “you gonna just stand there like a gaping idiot, or get the fuck out!? it’s fucking occupied!”

“sorry! it was unlocked!” you explain with a small bite, not fond that you’re getting shit for his mistake. you shut the door quickly before he has the chance to tear into you, or worse.

heart fluttering with nerves, you turn away from the bathroom, walking slowly and hearing the lock soon click into place.

despite your judgment of him, and his meanness, you feel like you should help him. probably because he’s clearly hurt, and perhaps your morals, or maybe your pride in wanting to be a good person at all times is urging you to do something at least.

you got some painkillers in your bag, and the library cafe is a couple steps away. you get some ice and put it into a baggy and return to the bathroom, hoping he hadn’t left yet.

the color swatch on the lock still was red, so he must still be inside. so you wait, messing around on your phone to quell the awkward silence.

soon, a telltale click of the lock snaps your attention away from your phone, he bian walking out of the bathroom, his nose and face clear from bloody snot.

coal black eyes pin your were you are when you meet them. he scoffs. “did you seriously wait?”

you offer the bag of ice and bottle of pills. “here. looked like you need it,” you reply steadily.

he stares at you skeptically, darting from your face to the items in your hands.

you frown and let out a sharp little exhale. did he think you were trying to poison or toy with him?

your mouth opens but no words leave. he bian snatches the ice and painkillers like a cat swiping at unsuspecting ankles, and breezes on past you without a word of thanks.

you’re not too pressed though. you won’t always get a thank you in life.

᭄᭡ decor credits to: @/ribbonrabbitdaycare, velaazuretail, caecusmedicus, adornedwithlight

[cheshirecatuniverse]

Todoroki Falling for You

featuring: Daruma Ikka! Reader (She/Her)

notes: my works can be gorey, violent, and other mature themes!

For you and Todoroki to meet it would have to be purely by chance.

One of the first times Hyuga had decided to align with Sword was at the fight between Kohaku & the Mighty Warriors. You were buzzing with eagerness the whole ride there.

So much so that Ukyo and Sakyo kicked you to the back of the car. Sitting on the trunk of the car wasn't as bad as it sounds. You had a solid grip, so you wouldn't fall off.

Sakyo even lit you a hand sparkler for compensation. Yay! But honestly, you don't know how Hyuga falls asleep on the hood of the car.

You had a lot of energy for the fight. You pushed around to make sure you were at the front of the action. At one point, you literally dove down on a group of guys and smiled at the sound of broken bones. Everything went by too fast for you, the need of adrenaline driving you to fight with Sarah. It seemed like you were the only person around to keep up with her.

When the word spread that Kohaku lost you groaned. No! What the fuck? You had to sadly wave Sarah goodbye, you really thought you could win. Bring back some pride for Daruma Ikka.

Sulking dramatically, you found something on the ground. Eh, who brings glasses to a fight?

"Hyuga look," You waved the pair of black glasses around, "Nobody stepped on these."

"What does that have to do with me?" Hyuga dismissed it with an eye roll, "Get in the car."

Laying on the trunk of one of Hyuga's cars, you wiped the lenses with your red sleeve. You didn't wear them but looked through them for a couple of seconds before rubbing your eyes. Man, someone had to be blind to use these.

"I think you have something that belongs to me."

You sat up, processing the Oya High uniform faster than the guy's actually face. You grinned, fiddling with them before throwing them into his hands.

You watched how quickly he glared at you, "So you're the weirdo who brought glasses. Have you ever thought about contacts?"

He inspected his glasses carefully. Then putting them on when he realized they were okay, "Not going to take advice from a Daruma girl."

"This Daruma girl saved you a lotta money," You remarked, hopping off the car, "Are you challenging me? Do you wanna fight? Cause I still wanna fight-"

Hyuga shut that shit down with a yell. You were back to sulking, but not before you told Todoroki, "Bye, school boy."

The next times you'd meet it would be the times Sword would get together. Which typically would be in a urgent or bad situation so you wouldn't get much time to talk to Todoroki.

You would, however, tease him as many chances you got. Even if it was just flicking his forehead as you were walking with your group or jump scaring him mid-fight.

Then there was another time at a Sword fight that he had forgotten his glasses. But the Oya High trucks had left already.

So when there was another time that you were bored at the Daruma Temple (which was the next day) you walked over to Oya Territory.

You snuck in the High School, even with your bright red jacket.

When you found Todoroki, you popped out of nowhere.

You made Tsuji and Shibaman scream.

Todoroki could tell before you pulled your hood down it was you.

"I'm telling you," You huff putting his glasses down on a desk, "Invest in contacts."

He actually smiled at you with his hands in his pockets, "I'm fine with these."

Todoroki would never tell you he left his glasses behind on purpose.

Because you are younger compared to a lot of the guys from Daruma you tend to get bored a lot.

Since meeting Todoroki, you go to the Oya district a lot. You get to do a lot of things you don't normally do, like CAT CAFES.

As soon as you saw the cats from the window, you gasped. The look on your face had Todoroki opening the door, waiting for you to go in first. You look at him with a "Really?" and he just nodded.

Before you know it you're going out with Todoroki almost daily.

He likes having you around, but it would take him a considerable amount of time to truly get close to you.

You text Todoroki a lot. Starting with a 🥹 emoji.

It gets to the point Hyuga asks if you're dating him, you scratch your head and say no of course.

But you do notice how you like to grab onto his arms more than anyone else. When he laughs at a joke, you squeeze his bicep in happiness.

You notice how often your stomach seems to flutter whenever you're around him. Still, you don't connect the dots.

Todoroki walks on the roadside of the sidewalk when you're together. He's slick with it to, you don't even notice.

If you're ever surrounded, guys trying to take you down, on instinct, you shield Todoroki. Which his heart gets all mushy for, until you punch someone's teeth out, then he's reminded to fight.

Todoroki knows he treats you differently from the rest of his friends, but it takes a long time to realize. He likes you.

At the realization, there are some days where he skips on hanging out with you. But then he misses you and immediately starts talking to you again.

You know how girls like to give guys their scrunchies? You gave Todoroki one of your red and white bandannas. He has it neatly folded in his pocket forever and ever.

Any event, occasion, achievement, you bring the fireworks. Murayama leaving Oya? You made sure you got at least a dozen huge fireworks. Todoroki won a fight? 20 huge fireworks, and 10 small ones tonight and some poppers to top it off. Hand Sparklers, just for when you want to feel happy.

When you go shopping anywhere you're always looking for science books or journals. Anything that looks like a world wonder or cool for Todoroki because you knew he'd like that sort of thing. You really like how happy he gets each one you get him.

Sometimes, you help Hyuga take his cars over to a Daruma-friendly shop and work on them yourself. Once, you told Todoroki, Tsuji, and Shibaman to come over so that you all can have lunch after.

What Todoroki wasn't prepared for was how hot you looked working on a car. Oil stained white tank top with some old grey sweats and your signature silver chain around your neck to top it off.

You've called Todoroki multiple times, he doesn't answer immediately to your surprise.

"Todoroki?"

Tsuji has to elbow him in the ribs to bring him back to life.

"-Hrgnh, um yes?"

Okay, so you don't really have any friends outside of Daruma and Oya, but since meeting Todoroki and the rest, you actually feel more confident. When you mentioned trying to talk to people from your own school, Todoroki is really supportive. Encouraging to not let any anxiety or insecurity to get the best of you.

One time, you two were out at a cafe. You insisted on buying and getting the drinks this time. Which, Todoroki fought for a good minute until you said this was for passing the exam he was working so hard to study for.

While you were waiting for the drinks you ordered, a girl went over to flirt with Todoroki. You didn't even notice until you had both drinks in your hands and you turned around.

The girl could not stop giggling, and you couldn't help but notice how disinterested he was the whole conversation. Todoroki looked almost uncomfortable.

You felt hot, like a weird burning fever in your chest. Not staying still any longer, you walked over, right behind her. Todoroki's eyes immediately brightened up at the sight of you. The poor girl thought her endeavors were working and tried reaching for his hand-

"Wow! I totally don't remember inviting you with us," You smiled stiffly and eyes on fire.

She turned around, silently scoffing as she got up. You immediately sat down, sliding Todoroki his coffee. Her eyes focused on your bright red Daruma Ikka jacket, silver chain, and the bandanna hanging out of your pocket.

"Thug," She spat out and flipped her hair before walking away.

Oh. That may have hurt a little more than it should have.

"Then I guess I'm a thug too," Todoroki tried to cheer you up.

You forced out a laugh, hating the way your eyes stung. Todoroki wasn't having it, he grabbed the bottom of your chair and dragged you closer to him. He moved his arm around your shoulders. That strange flutter in your stomach came back.

[videnrambles]

JJK Time Travel AU

After the whole Sukuna war Nobara, Yuji and Megumi meet up to fight a curse and all 3 of them are sent back in time into their bodies like a month before Yuji first swallowed the finger. 

Notes:

They all have their memories

They are in there younger bodies, there are no doubles running around

They all basically wake up on the floor of their old houses panicking because how tf am I here, I haven’t been here in years?? Why do I feel younger? After a few hours they calm down and each starts to come up with their own plan. 

Nobara remembers Megumi’s old phone number and calls him up to see if this is actually real? Do you remember me? What happened? The two of them panic at each other over the phone for ten minutes trying to figure out what's going on when they remember Yuji.

Ofc neither of them can call Yuji cause his broke ass uses a landline at this point in time. 

After another hour Yuji manages to call Nobara and after some weirdly coordinated communication. (Yuji is unable to join group chats or group calls so Nobara is sending Megumi voice notes while reading aloud his texts to Yuji) they decide to meet during the weekend at Yuji’s house. 

Yuji buys a cheap flip phone so that they can text n shit

During this week we see many emotional scenes

Megumi starts being much nicer to Gojo which scares him greatly

Yuji tells his Grandpa everything and spends way more time with him

Imma be honest idk anything about what Nobara doing so we’ll assume she’s tryna remember lotto numbers

etc.

When they meet up many hugs and tears are exchanged, they all have separation anxiety from the war. They begin planning on how to stop everything from going down. Megumi stole Gojo’s black card so they are having this discussion in a private room at a cat cafe.

Key points for the talk:

Yuji still has all his techniques and cursed energy from the future, while the other two don’t. 

Megumi suggests that Yuji apply to join Jujutsh Tech but Yuji admits he does not want to attend and would like to work on stopping things that happened outside the school. 

Nobara and Megumi agree to this and are a bit sad until Yuji tells them that he plans to try and get an apartment in Tokyo so that they can visit each other.

They all agree that outside of Yuji’s grandpa, they shouldn’t tell anyone about the time jump. 

Yuji will still take the finger but keep it on his person so that he can easily pass it on to Megumi when the time comes

Megumi buys Yuji a new phone, “It’s fine Yuji you know he won’t notice” “It's the principal Megumiiii”

Eventually Megumi needs to leave as Gojo keeps messaging him wanting to know where he is. Nobara decides to stay with Yuji while she waits for school to start. That night they video call with Megumi while scrolling through apartment websites and watching movies. Yuji also looks for part time jobs he could take near the apartments.

His grandpa is gonna leave him a big sum of money so he doesn’t need to worry too much, but he would prefer to not blow it all immediately

Eventually the day comes where Yuji is able to grab and pass off the finger to Megumi with no trouble and they say their goodbyes. Wasuke who has met Yuji’s friends at this point tells him how proud he is of him, how glad he is to have a chance to see what the boy he raised will become. There is no curse to help people, Wasuke tells Yuji to live his life how he wants to, he’s already lived for everyone else now it's time to live for himself.

A few days later Yuji and Nobara board a train to Tokyo, and all too soon they arrive at their stop. They both get off together quietly talking, Yuji looks over and smiles at Megumi before walking off into a crowd waving goodbye at Nobara. As Yuji disappears into the crowd Nobara takes a deep breath and joins the student teacher duo waiting for her.

I have like little ideas for what they do after this but I don't feel like writing all that shit out

[lu-dao-writes]

𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚜!𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈 ♡ ˊˎ- Nanami as an incubus and his relationship with you! With Gojo on the side. (Idek what this summary is😭)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈) / 𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈 ♡ ˊˎ-  Incubus Nanami & Gojo, Gojo being Nanami’s wingman fr, gender neutral reader, black coded reader, Nanami being stubborn, themes of sex, mentions of Nanami touching himself, & switches of povs.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒜/𝒩 ♡ ˊˎ- I’m a slut for this man, what can I say y’all✋🏼😔? But spooky season is upon us and I’m thinking about supernatural shit and dark themes✨ But idk what happened to the form of this? Listen, I’m at the airport waiting for my flight and I’m bored and want this out lmao🤪. I’m hoping to do a part 2 where it’s more smutty based, but smut is hard y’all😩. I appreciate all the likes on my last post btw!🙏🏼🥺💕. Minors/ ageless blogs DNI please and lemme know any mistakes or missed tags.

He’s not fond of his nature, but he has learned to live with it. I mean he has to lmao.

He’s stubborn with his feeding schedule, and his a little picky. As usual Kento is more worried about getting that bread.

Gojo gets on his head about not taking care of himself (of course in a more playful/blasé manner, but he cares his Nanamin).

Gojo also knows when he hasn’t fed because it shows in Nanami’s appearance first before it show in his attitude.

His eyes gets a bit sunken in, the dark circles get darker, his hair looks dull, then he gets more uncanny from there if prolonged (which hasn’t happened, Nanami’s not that careless)

Then comes the attitude! Nanami’s patience grows very thin and he’s a mixture of tired, weak, & hungry. His already sharp and witty quips at Gojo become more sharper and a bit meaner, but nothing that goes over the line.

He’s not down for Gojo’s games essentially. Even more so now😗.

When he meets you, you were his server at this cute little cat cafe that Gojo dragged him to (he didn’t give the man a chance to say no).

Nanami doesn’t mind cats, he’s just not looking forward to getting their fur out from his clothes.

But you were a sight for sore eyes. Every inch of you being taken in by Nanami’s shade covered eyes and that familiar hunger in his belly rose its ugly head slightly.

He had to swallow hard and remind himself to actually answer you and remember his order.

He ignores Gojo’s knowing smirk and childish little prods at his ankles, instead focusing on his beverage of choice and listening to your voice as you take Gojo’s order. Once you’re gone is when he gripes at him.

Your voice, no matter how it sounds, is soothing and appealing to his ears, and your scent…

It’s what keeps him coming back.

All the cat hair on his clothes is worth it if he gets to keep seeing you.

You can say he’s a bit addicted to ya.

Eventually he manages to get your number and he noticed how every time he came, you were always his server, not that he’s complainin.

Dates with him are fun and romantic, first going to a restaurant, then stroll in the park and getting showered in sakura blossoms, going shopping (him buying whatever you want), more meal related dates, etc. He adores seeing you happy and pampered.

But you truly haunt his nearly sleepless nights and he can’t help but touch himself to the very thought of you. But it’s never truly enough.

Then…

Nanami starts to spiral. You are a human and he is a creature of lust.

His safety and or your safety could be compromised and with that in mind, he begins to back off.

And just as things were going so well too…

Nanami didn’t ghost you, thankfully, but he disclosed that things weren’t working out and that he’s sorry for wasting your time. But he did it on text. He just didn’t want to face you, unfortunately and he regrets it to this day

But on your side, to forget your anger and sorrows, you go to a nightclub to party and slightly drink the pain away.

But unfortunately you also saw Nanami and his friend from before there as well🤪😜.

It was tough but you ignore him just like he ignored your multitude of text messages.

…

Okay maybe you didn’t completely ignore him-.

You can’t help but look at him every so often and from the few glances you got to do, he looked kinda miserable, definitely agitated, and a bit ill looking..

Nanami was very much disinterested in anyone flocking his way and he immediately would send them to Gojo’s way instead, thankfully they took the bite, finding Gojo even more attractive.

But his mood sours even more when he catches wind of you.

You look gorgeous as always, especially in your fit (it’s something he bought you) and he wanted nothing more than to go over to you and sweep you up off your feet (and other things~).

But he doesn’t. All he does is keep his watchful gaze on you, making sure you’re okay and because well… He wants you!

Anyone that comes near you with obvious intentions to woo you his jaw and fists would clench slightly. But again, he doesn’t get up from his seat.

Nanami was… Content to stay in his place. But that was until Gojo thought it’d be a funny idea to make his way to you, pushing pass his little harem.

Although you have your heart set on Nanami, you can’t deny that his friend isn’t gorgeous.

You bet those eyes of his gets him all that he wants with some trouble on the side.

You didn’t move away when his arm came around you, and you let him guide you to a more less crowded area, soon swaying with you as 2 On by Tinashe and SchoolBoy Q booms in the background.

If you hadn’t been pursued by Nanami you definitely would’ve let yourself be caught up with Mr. Troublemaker.

“Heyy~! So, I know you were caught up with Nanamin and all that, but if you’re free…” He puts his lips near your ear, hands sliding towards your hips and gripping them slightly. “I’d love to get to know you better~.”

Your throat bob and just as you’re about to sink into temptation-.

“That’s quite enough, Satoru.”

“Kento…,” you breathed out.

- Gojo didn’t even put up a fight, just took his hands off you with a knowing smile and let Nanami take you away from him.

- Nanami was pissed. Fuming.

- He didn’t appreciate Gojo approaching you like that. The nerve of him!

- His grip is a little tight on you, but you’re okay with it. Until you remember that you’re supposed to be mad at him.

“Now, hold on a second! Who the hell do you think you are?? I was about to get some good dick and you ruined it!” you spat.

Nanami scoffs lightly, letting your hand go. “Oh, please, you can do so much better,” he replies, defeat coating his words.

“Oh god, are you gonna be corny and say that you’re better? ‘Cause clearly you weren’t.”

Despite the hurt, he knew you had a point. He failed as a partner.

“As much as I want to, I know that I failed in that regard. I’m sorry, (y/n).”

You hate how much of a kicked puppy he looks. You sigh. “Ken… What even happened? I think I deserve to know the truth.”

Nanami swallows and as much as he wants to tell you the truth, he can’t. Too much is at risk.

“It’s because he’s an incubus, Sweetheart~.”

“Huh!?” “Satoru!?”

Both of you were flabbergasted and Nanami was three seconds away from throttling Gojo.

“Nanami, I’m tired of watching you brood and nearly kill yourself because of your fears,” Gojo explains, his playfulness gone with the wind.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve just possibly done??”

Gojo goes back to looking carefree. “Call it a gut feeling~! Now why don’t you two get outta here? Oh! And use protection~!”

Nanami fumbles through his thoughts on what to say, feeling as though he’s going to either short circuit or burst from rage. But in the end he sighs a contained breath, pinching the bridge of his nose, slightly cursing Gojo under his breath, but also feeling a tickle of guilt. He was being selfish with not taking care of himself..

He comes back to his senses when he feels you touch his arm.

“Alright… Is this true or are we really actin like clowns at the circus? If so I’ll need some more alcohol.”

“It’s true, as cliche as that sounds. I didn’t want to tell you in fear that you could maybe get in danger or I could be.”

“… Holy shit. Well I’m glad it’s nothing ridiculous or painful! But hey! I can live one of my child/teenhood fantasies by being in a relationship with a supernatural person!”

Nanami blinks at you for a good second, face perplexed before it eventually softens and he starts laughing lightly with disbelief, taking your hand into his.

When you squeeze his back eagerly he knows he has to thank Gojo for his part in all this.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

HERE, KITTY, KITTY (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Had some time on my hands & decided to give y'all an update. Enjoy the chapter & thank you for the love! And be safe!-Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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THREE.

The Saturday after your run-in with Aizawa and your museum arrest, you’re feeling damn good about yourself. 

You know that it has nothing to do with arresting those four fools with their fancy quirks and ski masks at the International Pro Museum or even the hostages and, surprisingly, the cops for crediting you for your skills when they got a look at you on the security cameras beating the shit out of the robbers. 

You know that the bubbly feeling in your chest and the confidence you feel for the entire weekend is attributed to your surprise meeting with Aizawa in his hero’s gear, goggles, and all. God, did he look sexy. Even better than he does at school.

You were glad to actually talk to him, knowing you wouldn’t have been able to without your hero’s gear. Being in those clothes and behind that mask allows you to slip into another skin and be someone else for a chance. Someone sexier, fiercer, and much more mysterious than you. 

You were even happier to have saved Aizawa from certain death. It feels good to save anyone’s life, but to save the life of a seasoned pro? That was even better.

Though he didn’t credit you for helping him during the robbery when he was interviewed by the local news, just knowing you were there in that moment and lent a helping hand filled you with glee as you sat on your couch on Saturday morning with a bowl of cereal, watching it all on TV. 

You had come home at the ass crack of dawn that morning, tired, achy, and in need of a shower. You slipped into your cat form and jumped up into your bedroom, stretching once your paws hit the floor.

Once you were inside, you got out of your hero’s gear, took a hot shower to wash the night away, and slept all Saturday, never being interrupted by anyone. 

Now, on a free Saturday night, you’re about to do it all over again. Except now, your stroll into the city is less about fighting crime and more about enjoying a simple nightly stroll. You feel like you’re owed that for constantly busting your ass to stop villains from taking over your city every night. 

You don’t even remember when you first created Night Claw, but what had started out as a little fun pastime to spice up your nights and make them more exciting had turned into a full-time position overnight. You go for the crime that occurs on the quiet streets at night: from petty theft from the kid who’s bad news to the expert villain looking to make a name for themselves in the nation. 

So technically, you are too busy with work to date. You’re a school counselor by day, and an ass-kicking hero by night.

You walk the streets looking for trouble, trying to snag any arrest you can to boost your name even more. The only person who knows is Nemuri after she caught you crawling into her apartment by accident in your hero suit, which is how you two became friends. 

And being the good friend she is, she had offered to help you become an official pro hero. “With a body like that, you’d make it,” she giggled, smacking you on the ass. However, there are three things wrong with that, as you told her:

You didn’t graduate from UA; just a normal high school where you were bullied every single day for being a cat hybrid if not harassed by horny teens. 

You know as a cat girl, you’d never be taken seriously, so you resort to kicking ass in secrecy despite the possibility of being arrested because you don’t have a license. 

The Hero’s Commission is a bitch according to Nemuri and Mic’s horror stories and you do not want to deal with them. Plus, pros also have to deal with the public up their asses, constant harassment in the streets, and the possibility of being killed while fighting villains too. 

No, thank you. 

So this is your solution to spicing up your nights and flexing your quirk. You love doing this and you don’t count on stopping anytime soon. 

This is why after making sure the apartment complex is quiet, you slip out of bed, throw on your hero fit, and shift into your cat form.

Immediately, all of your senses shift, increasing times ten: you can see the lint on the floor; hear the vibrations of someone vacuuming the floor in the lobby; feel the fibers of the carpet against your paws which your claws instinctively begin to knead into before you jump up onto the window ledge.

You then jump out onto the long branch of the cherry blossom tree at your window where the bark is chipped off from doing the same thing many, many times over the months. 

The heightened senses, claws, and ability to shift into a cat are just some of the things your quirk allows you.

Your eyes can switch between the pretty browns of a human and the yellow slits of a feline, allowing you to blend into the human population better (besides your obvious tail and ears) and use your cat eyes to your advantage during your crime-fighting sprees.

You’re also given great agility and flexibility even in your human form, allowing you to jump, leap, and run at mindblowing speed. 

But what’s even better is that every time you shift into human form after being in cat form, you stay in the clothes you’re in before shifting (which saves you some very embarrassing moments).

You’re also in complete control of your quirk; however, during dangerous situations when your fight or flight kicks in, you transform into your cat form without warning, which comes in handy too. 

However, there are some cons and drawbacks. For one, you have cat-like tendencies, which means you play with anything shiny or small. You always get bored easily which has led you to carry toys and a bit of catnip in your tote bag when you’re on break. In addition, when you’re angry, you tend to growl or hiss at someone, or when you’re relaxed or content, you purr. 

And for two, which is also something you’re trying to be careful with, your cat form only lasts for so long. You usually use it as an easier way to roam the streets without gaining attention and utilize it during your missions.

But if you happen to stay in it for longer than twenty minutes or so, you start to grow exhausted which stays even after you shift back into your human form. This is why you alternate between shifting while out on the town, only shifting into human form when you’re sure it’s time (which is usually when you’re kicking ass). 

Tonight, you don’t plan on being out or in cat form for too long. You just want a nice, quiet walk in the city. So you jump from your spot in the tree, land on all fours, and immediately begin tottering away from the UA campus. 

The walk into the city is a breeze, except for the occasional squirrel you try to chase or ant you paw at as you cut through Musutafu’s park. Not many people are out tonight–just the dog walkers and runners. It’s a beautiful night for each. There’s not a cloud in the starry sky and the air is cool on your stark black fur. 

When you finally get downtown, the quietness begins to fade. Now it is replaced with the roar of activity on a Saturday night: the young crowd roaming the streets, looking for some fun; the usual crowds banded together outside of bars and nightclubs, whose feet you have to watch as you slip into alleyways; the rush of cars beeping and honking impatiently. You make sure to steer clear of them. You love the constant noise and rush of activity. It always brings some excitement. 

‘What to do,’ you wonder to yourself, eyes fixating on the many buildings that lie in wait for your consumption like a row of cakes. As if answering you, your stomach rumbles and you realize you haven’t eaten dinner. 

You decide to walk through a random alleyway and that is when you catch the whiff of something: BBQ. You look up at the building you stand beside, realizing that it’s a homely-looking Korean BBQ restaurant. The scent of the many spices and herms fills your nose. Your mouth begins to water, especially when you stand in front of the restaurant and see the chicken dumplings and beef skewers in the window.  

‘Hell, yes!’ you think excitedly. Surely, you can sneak in there when someone opens the door, jump into the window, and snatch a bite without anyone noticing. You silently sit in wait, perched at the door, fully prepared to snag yourself some of that bomb-ass food. 

What you don’t prepare for, however, is the sudden drop of water that falls onto your head. You let out a small mew of surprise and confusion. 

‘Da fuck?’ you think as you look up at the sky, only to find the clouds beginning to cover the twinkling stars above. Another droplet falls, this time on your nose. You scrunch it and wipe at the droplet with your paw, shaking out the fur on your head. 

Then another falls. And then another. And then suddenly, it begins drizzling, which means it will be pouring soon. 

‘Shit!’ you think in panic. Immediately, you turn around to hurry back to campus, running as fast as you can. If you’re not fast enough, you’ll be out here all night in the rain. And God, do you hate rain! 

As you run through the city, the drizzle quickly turns to a downpour. Sheets of cold rain fall from the sky, soaking your fur. The cars that rush by only make things worse, their tires sloshing rainwater all over you. But still, you don’t stop though your legs burn. The adrenaline in your feline body pumps blood into your heart and veins, pushing you on through your journey home. 

You turn a right corner at the end of a street and begin to run across the empty, wet street. ‘Gotta get home,’ you think. ‘Gotta–’ 

A sudden pain shoots through your front right paw, crawling up your leg. While you say “ow” in your head, it comes out as a hiss. The pain causes you to fumble and you fall onto your side in the middle of the street. 

‘Shift, you idiot!’ you think. 

You slowly inhale, trying to conjure than familiar warmth that overtakes you before you shift back into your human form…but it doesn’t happen. You’re still a cat. 

‘What the fuck?’ you think, panicking even more. It must be because you’re hurt. Your injury has fucked up your quirk completely! 

‘Get up!’ you think. ‘Get up before you get killed, idiot!’ 

You try to do so, but the pain in your paw doesn’t even allow you to place it on the ground. Every time you try to put weight on your foot, it pulls at the muscle in the tiny bones in your leg, making you mew in agony. You must have been running for too long or pushed yourself too hard. Either way, you’re hurt. Biting your tongue, you try again to gingerly place your paw on the ground, attempting to limp home. 

From the corner of your eye, you see bright lights emerging from the darkness, getting closer and closer. A loud honk cuts through the air and into your eardrums. A car. You freeze, your eyes wide and tail frizzed in fear, knowing that this is your end. 

However, the car suddenly stops right in front of you, nearly brushing your whiskers. You watch, still frazzled, as the cat door suddenly opens and the driver steps out with an umbrella.

Warely, you look up into the soft eyes and wrinkled face of a very old woman wearing a pink trench coat and an umbrella that she holds over her head. Her silvery blonde hair makes her look like an angel, and in your delirious, exhausted state, you think she is one.

“Oh, dear!” she gasps, covering her mouth. “Poor little thing. Are you alright, little one?” 

The old lady crouches down to your height and slowly moves to pick you up. ‘Wait!’ you want to protest, but all that comes out is a pitiful meow.

The lady’s face softens as her eyes drop to your limp paw. “You’re hurt,” she states softly. “Don’t worry; I won’t hurt you.” She goes to pick you up, carefully placing both hands on your sides as she scoops you up, her umbrella held under her armpit. 

“Don’t you worry,” she coos, placing you close to her chest. “You’re safe now, little one.” 

‘Wait, lady!’ you scream internally. ‘You don’t understand! I’m not a cat! Put me down!’ 

But you’re so exhausted and feel so safe under the umbrella’s protection and in the woman’s arms that all you can do is close your eyes as she carries you into her car, your panicked run finally catching up to you. 

You fall asleep in her lap, not feeling the car move as she drives you to her destination. You only awaken when the car suddenly stops, jolting you awake.

“Here we are, little one,” the lady coos, scooping you up and holding you securely against her chest as she gets out of her little car. “Welcome to your new home!” she giggles. “For now, at least.” 

She motions an arm out to the cute little cafe sandwiched between a flower shop and a ramen restaurant. Outside of it are potted flowers, and tables and chairs for sitting outside to eat.

But through the large glass windows of the building, you can see the many scratching posts, cat towers, and toys littering the clean hardwood floors. Above the doors reads “Koa’s Purrr Palace and Cafe” in the most adorable, pink cursive. 

While the cat cafe would’ve been cute to you as a human, it certainly isn’t cute now, especially when the lady unlocks the door and begins to carry you inside. ‘No!’ you want to shout, but it comes out as a meow of protest.

The lady glances at you, chuckling. “Alright, alright, I’ll feed ya, but after we get you cleaned up and warm. Don’t want ya catchin’ cold.” 

All you can do is sit and take it as she carries you into the back of the clean, lavender-scented cat cafe. The lady sits you down on the counter of a sink as she fills it up with warm water and soap with the scent of eucalyptus. Though you squirm slightly and yowl, she keeps a firm hold on you as she places you in the sudsy water and proceeds to bathe you. 

She hums a tune as she expertly scrubs your fur, gently massaging your pleasure points, including the base of your tail and the bridge of your nose.

Combined with that and the scent of the bath, you find yourself slowly relaxing into the horrible situation you’ve found yourself in. After a few agonizing minutes, the lady pronounces you clean, takes you out, and dries you off with a fluffy, pink towel that you find yourself purring from. 

“There we are,” she coos. “Nice and dry, and nice and happy. You must be exhausted though.”

She picks you back up and walks you to the front of the cafe, right over to the glass boxes holding over twelve cats, some in the same cage. The cages are spacious and comfortable, reminding you of condos with their own scratch posts, litter boxes, food, and water stations, and folded quilt blankets for makeshift beds. Only except for people, all you see are cats cuddled up in their beds, fast asleep. 

The lady begins to open an empty cage meant for you, complete with your own space and privacy. ‘No!’ you want to scream. ‘No, don’t!’ 

You’re too exhausted and relaxed to fight though, your body feeling sluggish and heavy. 

However, the lady must feel your heartbeat accelerate because she begins to pet your head. “There, now,” she coos. “It’s alright. I know it’s new, but you’re just here for the night hopefully.” Gently, she places you into the cage on your new bed with its fluffy, soft fibers, right in front of your bowl of water and kibble.

Then she closes the door and smiles at you, peeking at you through the metal bars. “Sleep tight, little one,” she whispers. 

‘Y/N,’ you want to tell her, your face dug into your cotton-scented blanket. ‘My name is Y/N.’ 

But when she leaves to cut out the lights and you’re left in the darkness and silence of the cat cafe, the exhaustion finally sets in again and sleep overtakes you.

[olichat-reads]

Dad in Every Lifetime

dadzawa fluff

we've heard of reincarnated lovers BUT WHAT ABOUT REINCARNATED FOUND FAMILY??

i'm about to make this man the ultimate dad because IMAGINE aizawa collecting his kids in EVERY LIFETIME.

🌟

aizawa doesn't control at which age he finds his kids. he doesn't have a preference- is always just happy to meet them at all.

but he can't deny the way seeing his kids as kids makes something in him melt.

sometimes the encounter would be a brief one. waiting in line for his coffee, when he feels a little tug on his pants. looking down to find big bicolored doe eyes staring up at him and a quiet "dad" being whispered.

"shoto?" the only response he gets in return is a slight smile.

"they're nice this time," is all the kid says before wrapping small arms around his legs in a brief hug and trotting away to a frazzeled looking mother coralling 3 other kids who all but cried in relief, clutching the seemingly emotionless child close before scolding him gently. he watched as a gentle giant of a man scooped shoto- apparently the youngest of the bunch- into his arms, tapped his nose chidingly before leading his pack out the cafe. shoto spared him one last glance with a barely there smile as he shyly waved bye.

aizawa shook his head fondly. some things never change.

it was a sort of blessing, he thinks, being able to see his kids grow up all over again. seeing them have a chance at being children. know they were given the childhood they deserved.

imagine him on a walk when a kid not even up to his waist all but SLAMS into his legs squealing the most precious "daddy!!".

imagine him crouching down to gently pry the excitable tot off of his pants and speaking softly.

"hello, ashido." its strange he thinks, when he can immediately just know which one of his kids it is, even if they looked and sometimes even acted a bit different- he's grateful though, whenever its obvious his kid had a chance to live a happier lifetime.

to anyone looking, he might just look like a nice stranger trying to gently coax a lost child that they got the wrong person without scaring them.

internally, he's blinking back tears of joy from having been found by one of his kids again, holding himself back from snatching them into his arms while he gently checks that they're doing okay in this life.

"daddy! my mommy and daddy are soooo nice this time too! i'm so happy! we have two puppies and- and-"

"thats good to hear, kiddo," he'd say, before the pair of ashido's frantic parents scrambles over, apologizing for their kid.

"see you later, dad!"

"yeah," he'd say, voice unbearably fond.

its always conflicting whenever he asks about their family, watches them with their parents. he is always happy to know they were in good hands but that means they were not HIS to care for. not in that life.

he remembers being flustered by a wailing 4 year old denki who didn't want him to leave, simply for not being ready at being apart from his dad so soon after only just finding him.

he'd found the boy lost at the amusement park he worked at in this life, sniffling and scrubbing his eyes as he stood by a store window alone. though denki instantly brigtened up the moment he recognized aizawa, eyes practically shining in delight even with his still tear stained cheeks.

"dad!" he cried, throwing himself into aizawa's arms almost toppling the man over from where he was crouched down to the kid's level. aizawa's resolve to chastise the kid immediately wavered.

"you shouldn't go around talking to strangers, bub."

"dad's not a stanger though."

aizawa rolled his eyes.

"how did you lose your parents, problem child?"

denki tenses at the question before sheepishly pointing at the window displaying a grumpy black cat plush with red eyes. "kitty.."

"of course," aizawa huffed, already pulling out his wallet. "come on. kitty, then we look for your parents."

and that was how he spent a good 45 minutes letting the kid drag him around while he 'looked' for his parents. very half hearted searching if you asked him- but aizawa wasn't complaining.

besides you couldn't blame him for getting a little 'distracted'.

they mostly stayed on track on their trek towards the inquiry desk but aizawa couldn't help but let himself be pulled along off course every now and then by the bouncy four year old with too much energy showing him everything that caught his eye, blabbering a mile a minute.

it was nice watching the kid vibrating with joy at the littlest of things, his child-like innocence untainted.

he bought the kid the fluffiest cloud of cotton candy and watch denki's face absolutely lit up, almost making him squint on reflex at how bright it suddenly was.

aizawa decided it was almost humorous how easy it was to please a literal child.

he wished he could spend more time with his kid.

by the time the got to the information counter, announcement of a lost child made, aizawa noticed denki had gone quiet, hugging his new kitty close as he stared at the ground. aizawa frowned, crouching down in front of him. he offered a hand and a much smaller one latched onto his as big watery eyes looked up at him.

"whats wrong, problem child?"

and apparently that was all it took for the floodgates to open.

well shit.

aizawa physically fumbled, unsure of what to do at the wailing kid before him, not knowing what happened to cause such a reaction. in his frantic panicking aizawa jerked his hand away, almost dislodging denki's hold, causing the kid to scramble forward to hold onto him in a panic.

"no! don't go!"

oh.

holding onto his kid, aizawa felt his chest ache. he pushed aside his own hurt for now. his kid came first.

they always do.

"denki," he called softly, gentle hands coaxing the trembling child to look up at him.

"hey, its okay." that earned him a sad whimper that broke his heart.

"its okay," aizawa murmurs, keeping his voice low enough for just the trembling child in his arms to hear. he hears foorsteps rushing towards them. he wished he had more time. "its okay, problem child, you'll find me again, right? we'll see each other again, i promise."

"denki!"

he gently unlatches little hands from his sweater as he raises his voice just a little for the flustered parents to hear. "be good for your parents now, okay?"

"k-kayy.."

it hurts him a little to be seperated from his kids, but the promise is something he knows he can keep. that the strings that fate has wound around them was too strong to keep them apart.

"we'll find each other again. in this life, or the next, or the one after. so don't worry, okay?"

he watched as denki snuggled into his other dad's hold, the little family walking away. something in him squeezed painfully at the sight, but ultimately, his heart settled with the knowledge that his kid had a good life this time too.

besides, he'll see them again. he knows it.

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a/n: i'm dipping my toes into posting on ao3 too so don't freak out if you see my work on there- i just can't figure out how to link it from here lmao

[babulejka]

˚₊‧꒰ა your life in servamp for @tillichan ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

♡ description

delicate beauty accidentally waltzing into world full of vampires and other blood thirsty creatures. despite this unfortunate turn of events, she's still maintaining a kind heart; her empathetic personality and positive outlook on life help her make great friendships. when she falls in love with the most famous (and eccentric) pianist in the world and she thinks she couldn't been happier, the paranormal begins to demand a share in her life, drawing her into the vortex of complex relationships in a world that does not belong exclusively to humans...

you never expected your life turn this way, and now, feeling like main heroine of fantasy shoujo, you have to face your new reality and protect what matters the most.

♡ species

human... except you attract supernatural beings and strange phenomena like a magnet. there is something paranormal about you.

♡ power/ability

again, you're a human, but... you posses ability to pierce and see through one's innermost thoughts.  it's not limited to humans, but also includes other living creatures. you can feel emotions of those around you and slightly change them. your presence brings feeling of serenity, making people feel calm, welcome and understood. you have extremely accurate hunches and sometimes things you're dream about become reality.

everyone is wondering about the true nature of your existence, trying to solve the mystery behind of your being. whenever such discussion appears licht just smirks with superiority. fools, all of them. it's clear that you're an angel.

your match is of course licht!

ʚ ✮ ɞ your first meeting with licht was something pulled out of cheesy romance and people still don't believe you when you're telling this story. because, come on, how could you not notice the other person? and what are even chances for such thing to happen? please, it's just so unrealistic, you had to make it up. for some reason people are always trying to find sense in your little meet cute, as if adding realism was even necessary.

but what actually happened? what causes so many frustration in your friends and makes them argue about your first meeting?

it was really pretty day. spring; nice, sunny weather, puffy white clouds looking like sheeps, flowers blooming, people taking strolls... and a cat. tiny little kitty cat, the most adorable thing in the world, with fluffy fur and cute ribbon around it's neck. so, of course, your first inscinct was to pet this little cutie, and who are you to deny yourself little pleasures of life? but when you reached towards kitten your hands, instead of touching soft white fur, came into contact with someone else's hands. in suprise you took away your hand and looked at the other person with friendly smile. your eyes met the sharp blue gaze of the black-haired boy, his expression softened as he glanced at the cat licking its paw. you started petting the cat and he joined you, you spend good 30 minutes on playing with the pet, until little furball decided that's enough and after affectionately brushing against you for the last time it walked away in a direction known only to them. in the meantime you started friendly small talk about animals and managed to capture heart of violence angel. you complimented his white strand of hair and his way with animals, then you started talking about your lives and somehow ended up in nice cafe eating kakigori and chatting as you've known yourselves for a lifetime.

the only detail that escaped both of you was a small black spot on the cat's side. a heart-shaped spot.

♡ relationship tropes

brooding boy, gentle girl જ⁀➴ a  bad, moody and antisocial licht and a sweet, kind you♡ fall in love

deconfirmed bachelor જ⁀➴ he vowed to never be in a relationship, planning to be always busy being the best pianist in the world, but then he met you

balcony wooing scene જ⁀➴ licht, the romantic lover, courts you, his beloved maiden from below her window or balcony (most likely hyde's idea)

♡ plot trope

♡ trust and dependence

♡ entwined destinies

♡ shared vision and purpose

♡ your best friend

you don't really remember how you met mikuni alicein, your brain brings up foggy a slide show; two kids at the opera? or maybe at classical music concert? polite greeting; initial shyness; you're almost sure you can recall violin, elegant clothes and both of your parents talking about some adult stuff that seemed sooooo boring to a young child. though your memories are incomplete, faded, like an old silent film where the most important parts have been cut out, you cannot deny your strong bond with mikuni.

he was the one who noticed not-so-normal things about you even if you casually brushed them off. he was the one who helped you control your abilities. when you were young and inexperienced with using your powers, you couldn't always fully read someone's thoughts, and sometimes you were only able to read them on accident. emotions of those around you werecoming off in overwhelming waves that all clashed with each other until your brain was overloaded with thoughts and feelings that were not your own.

mikuni taught you how to filter out the emotions to find your own again.

you felt his emotions. or rather his lack of emotion. his pure, unnerving emotional control. everyone around you so often would have bursts, their feelings would change endlessly at any given moment of every day… except for him. he had near perfect control. and when he didn’t, the rage, the hatred, the pure venomous destruction within his soul was overpowering.

you often tell him that he can tell you anything, that he can get things troubling him of his chest, that you'll gladly help him. he never uses your help, that he considers as a privilege, but is very thankful for the fact that you care. in such moments mikuni wishes you were his sister. things would been much easier.

he likes suprising you with his unexpected visits; you often spend hours drinking tea and sharing your thoughts about life, your current life situation or book you recently started reading. you treasure those moments, because both of you know that mikuni most likely will disappear for a long time after he'll leave your apartment.

also, very competitive chess matches. a genius versus pro chess player, who will win this time? (usually chances are 50/50)

mikuni is always here for you with a quick laugh, witty remark or comfortable presence of someone close. and even if his whereabouts change frequently, he remembers to tell you 'bye' one way or another.

♡ relationships

ʚ ✮ ɞ lawless absolutely adores you! you're able to keep up with his energy, you don't judge his eccentric antics, heck, you seem to like his way of being and you laugh at his jokes! not to mention that now he has another reason to tease his eve! and you are also amazing in calming licht down, so he's getting away with annoying him! so in hyde's book you're totally rad! ✩

you evoke many positive emotions in him! you have a good influence on him, helping him understand his feelings and being more honest with his emotions and you increase his energy even more! and yet he sometimes can't help but feel utter melancholy because of you.

seeing you and licht together, all lovey-dovey and just purely in love, makes him think of the time that he cherished a very special woman...

sometimes he catches himself glancing in your direction, wondering if you might be a descendant of her family. he met such compassionate an good person only once in his very long lifetime, and memories of her still haunt him at his worse. your looks and personality... you're not exact copy of his past love, yet you seem to have same essence... there is too many similarities for this to be just delusion, right? right?

he doesn't fall in love with you, not in a romantic way anyways. lawless knows that you're not her, that you're not ophelia, he has come to terms with this part of his story (mostly thanks to licht), he just... he just thinks that if he'll make sure that you and his eve will have your happily ever after, he'll fully earn for forgiveness. ophelia might have forgiven him, now he has to do forgive himself.

lawless is fiercely protective of you. you're a good person and his good friend, you helped him in many ways to become better person. you make his eve feeling all over the moon, or more in licht's words, taking him to the clouds of heaven and over the melting rainbow. he feels responsible of protecting your little world filled with plants, animals and love.

ʚ ✮ ɞ you know misono alicein from the day he was born; you were an inseparable part of his childhood and adolescence, he actually grew up thinking that you're his big sister, not really acknowledging the fact that you come from separate family. when he matured a bit, with some dose of embarrassment, he realized his silly childish mistake, but the way he treates you never changed. he trusts you with his life and always seeks for you whenever he needs comfort or advice. you made his childhood less lonely, bringing fun and happiness every child deserve to know. you were always so smart and cool and he always looked up to you and your kind personality shaped his belifs, his deep care of people he loves the most. misono knows he can always count on you, no matter what, but this knowledge motivates him to be this kind of support for you. he just wants to repay you for all the kindness and love you gave him, but he can be very clumsy in showing his gratitude. expect a lot of expensive gifts, not always practical, but always given with purest intention of saying two things: "thank you for being here for me" and "i love you"

ʚ ✮ ɞ you met kuro and his eve through your dear boyfriend and you immediately found common ground. servamp of sloth really likes your calming presence and your sweet voice. it's a dangerous combo: it's so lulling that he can't help but fall asleep on you every time. it's very cute when he's in his cat form, he purrs and sometimes makes biscuits on you. but, unfortunately for you, one time he happened to fall asleep on you in his human form, pinning you to the ground and depriving you of oxygen. ouch.

mahiru always apologizes for his servamp's behaviour, even if he probably should be already used to it. he finds it very embarassing, because he might have tiny, really really tiny crush on you. you're just so kind and pretty and you have such great morals and way of living and... and he's crushing hard. it started with great admiration of your persona, but developed pretty quickly, and now you have mahiru pinning for you from afar, not really knowing what he should do.

telling you about his feelings would be the simplest and most preferable way, but he doesn't really want to destroy pretty good friendship you have. not to mention that he really values your boyfriend and doesn't want to bring up any unnecessary drama to your perfect relationship. that, and also the fact that he can be very awkward around you. yeah. i guess not doing anything is the best option for him for now.

ʚ ✮ ɞ you met youtarou by accidentally bumping into him on a street, causing his knitting needles and yarn fell to the ground. you started apologising and helped him collect all of his belongings, he just laughed it off, telling you it's alright. then he looked at your pretty face, smiled and asked if you'd like him to make you a scarf, because he recently bought new yarn which colour would amazingly highlight your eyes. due to your friendly personalities, within minutes you became good friends, and with each subsequent meeting your bond grew stronger. he's a fun guy, always knows the best places to eat something sweet, his compliments are always heartwarming and he always wants to spend time with you doing something crafty, like when he offered teaching you how to knit when you showed your admiration to a scarf he made for you.

ʚ ✮ ɞ youtarou is a strong believer of saying "friend of a friend is my friend" so it's almost certain that shortly after meeting him you get to meet gear. and gear is… aloof, at first. sure, he's always polite, but it will take him a moment to warm up to you. but once he comes to like you, it's like getting another family member in a friend package. he's snarky, he's protective and somehow affectionate. gear is interested in your opinions, hobbies and general life. he really wanted to meet licht to see what kind of man you're dating (ngl he just wanted to judge your taste), and after getting to know your precious violence angel he can honestly say that he approves. he already self-proclaimed himself a grandfather to your future kids. gear is no.1 fan and supporter of your and lichts relationship, might or not have asked youtarou to make him support sweater with inscription like "you x licht forever"

ʚ ✮ ɞ there is also one more person close to your heart, whom you think about often; a friend, you like to think even if you don't know his name. it's amazing how many times you've met this man. in the park, in a cafe, on the street... never with the intention of seeing him, on a pure coincidence. you both found it funny, so always in such situations you talked a bit. you shared with him many meaningful and deep conversations, talking about dreams and plans for the future. he confided in you about his failed dream of becoming an architect, but you just smiled and said that it's never to late and that you keep your fingers crossed for him. time passed and you stopped seeing him anywhere, just assued he moved out. this acquaintance might've been brief, yet somehow it was very meaningful for you and you still remember it with a smile on your face.

whenever an interesting architecture piece catches your attention, you wonder where he might be now and if he managed to achieve his goal. you really hope so, he seemed to be so kind.

[generaltrashshecox]

Anthony’s been talking to a guy on a gay/lgbt dating app for a while, sending pictures and dirty messages. The two of them finally decide to meet up (for a date or for a hookup) and it ends up being Damien. Wether they decide to forget it ever happened or decided to try something is up to you.

Smut warning! This is a work of fiction I don't condone anything yadda yadda 4.7k words. P0rn with feelings, self-esteem issues, first times so nervous boys being awkward but still filthy, and top!Anthony. Hope you enjoy!

Anthony was new to this. This being meeting someone off a dating app. He took a deep breath taking a sip of his coffee. Not only that it was also his first time with a guy... And it wasn't something as innocent as just a date.

Now they were going to hang out for a moment and talk about their days and actually get a feel for each other but this was definitely more of a hookup than anything. He'd barely found out he was bi in his last relationship and when they amicably went their separate ways he felt it was finally his chance. That's why he was on the app in the first place. He was looking for something safe and anonymous being a personality online he could never be too careful especially since he got his company back. They hadn't even publicly announced their breakup but he was pent up so he made an account. No real names no faces just a short description. Sweet and simple. His read like this:

tonynotthetiger: Tony, 35, into music, video editing, and a few videos games.

He had a few pictures of his hands in his profile since a lot of people seemed to like them but his tattoos were photoshopped just a bit differently to keep people from clocking that it was him. Thankfully it was just his tattoo artists style...

He'd talked to a few people he matched with even meeting a couple but nothing really seemed to *click*. He was really about to give up when he messaged him.

I like your hands. I think I'd like them as a necklace ;)

He was a bit taken aback by his forwardness and so he checked his profile.

justahugenerd: Chris 32 cat dad and just a nerd about many things. Also very much neurospicy so please bare with me

Well at least he was honest... He looked at his profile seeing very few pictures but most of them were of what he guessed was him in thigh highs with little bows and garters legs spread prettily in some kind of black skirt or dress. He definitely liked that it wasn't much but it made his heart beat just a bit faster so he replied.

Well that was kinda of forward but I like it

Really 😳 I honestly didn't think it would work 😅 but heyyy

Anthony couldn't help but chuckle. He seemed cute already.

Well it worked on me so heyyy

And it just went from there. They talked about other things of course they actually had a lot in common and he just enjoyed talking to him on hard days. He would try and help best he could, telling him about his own day or what his cats had gotten up to. It easily put a smile on his face. The pictures he sent also helped though. Soft body he wanted to grab milky white thighs... Dripping cock as he fucked himself on a dildo or stretched around a plug... Which led him to where he was today. They'd been talking for weeks before finally gaining the confidence to actually meet in person. "Chris" especially because he said his confidence wasn't the best and he was afraid he'd run away screaming even though he'd seen (most of) his naked body. Anthony reassured him he'd never wanted anything more. Finally they chose to meet up at a small cafe that wasn't far from either of their places apparently. "Chris" said he'd be wearing a Zelda shirt and Anthony said he'd be in a ripped sweatshirt.

Now he was nearly shaking with anticipation. Or maybe it was the coffee he'd already had to pass the time as he worked on his second cup. Yeah that was definitely it. He took another drink when suddenly a familiar face popped into view. Oh god no, he thought, dipping his head trying not to be seen. He'd know the bright purple hair anywhere and he felt like he wanted to die. He didn't want Damien to be here when he met his hook-up but then the man scanned the cafe before spotting him. He smiled walking closer before recognition finally hit. His face flushed and eyes widened before a hand slapped over his mouth and Anthony registered what he was wearing... A Zelda shirt.

No oh god no that can't- and then it all clicked into place. 32 cat dad nerd neurospicy... Damien Christian Haas... Who else could it have been? His mouth went dry as Damien just stared. They seemed frozen in time before a waiter had to ask Damien to move out of the walkway and he moved closer to the table. Anthony sighed breaking out of the stupor first.

"Come sit. We're gonna have to talk about it eventually," he said finally. Damien fidgeted before sitting in the seat in front of him. He couldn't look up couldn't look him in the eyes. His mind was racing because he couldn't believe his boss had seen him naked vulnerable... And still wanted to meet. "So... Chris huh?" he asked first. Damien scoffed.

"They said to use a alias so I used my middle name, Tony," he emphasized in the name Anthony used. It really was him and he put his face in his hands. Once his eyes closed though his brain ran wild showing for a split second what Damien would look like in the place of the man he fantasized about. He shook his head looking at him.

"I also thought you were ace?" he asked questioning. He didn't want to pry but he was curious.

"Aceflux... I lean demi but I have times when I feel allo like I did when we started talking but honestly... I liked you. Like you? This is so confusing," he said putting his face in his hands as he flushed even more. "That's why I came here today."

"I'm sorry I liked or rather like you too but I don't know..." he trailed off. Would it truly be wrong? They were employee and employer but barely... They were really just adults doing their own thing. Damien put his hands on the table trying to breathe and Anthony placed a hand on top of one. He looked at him questioningly. "How about this... We'll go through this date and we'll decide after if we wanna pursue after all or just let it go okay?" he said gently and Damien hesitated but he turned his hand to squeeze Anthony's. He couldn't help but like Tony so he felt he might as well give Anthony a chance.

"Sounds like a plan," he said with a soft smile and Anthony's heart rate quickened.

"So how are your girls?" he asked with a smile and Damien lit up. He was a usual cat person always ready and willing to talk about his cats.

"They're doing great! They've been spoiled butts recently but it's just how it is especially with fall and me going out and doing spooky things that I love!" he started rambling excitedly and Anthony listened a smile on his face. "I'm sorry," he said sheepishly after his rant. "How have you been lately? Exciting I bet but how have you balanced everything really?"

"It's been tough a little bit but having weekends off helps a whole fucking lot," he said grin on his face. "I have so many things from Smosh to my own company but it's also thrilling because I get to do these things. I get to have fun with my friends and I get to interview people who don't usually get a chance ya know? It's pretty great even though I'm exhausted at times. It's all worth it ya know..." he trailed off as Damien was looking at him intently with a smile nodding along. He cleared his throat. "So you wanna order?" It was a date after all.

"Ooh yeah of course!" Damien said grabbing the menu and looking over it's contents. It was a small cafe so it was mostly cold cut sandwiches and pastries so it was slim for choice. The waiter came by once more taking Anthony's empty coffee cup and taking their orders. Anthony got a salad and water to offset all the caffeine he ingested while Damien got a simple ham and cheese sandwich. Once the waiter left they fell back into easy conversation laughing and joking. It was so easy being around each other for some reason like they knew each other which they did but it felt... Different. Once their food came though they fell quieter talking small talk new things to watch and the like. They knew once they were done they would have make a decision which neither really wanted to know the answer to. They ate slowly still chatting and laughing a little. Anthony liked hearing his, it bordered on goofy at times and it made him laugh easily. Soon enough though their food was finished and the tension felt thick in the air between them.

"So what's the verdict?" Anthony asked keeping his tone light and joking. Damien sighed.

"Fuck," he said softly before giggling. "Fuck I like you this is so..." he buried his face in his hands once more. "We wouldn't be risking anything right?"

"I don't think so. We're not a normal company and we're close enough in age to know what we're doing," he said. He reached across the table and took his hand again. "And to know what we want." Damien nodded.

"So... Mine or yours?" he asked flush on his cheeks once more. Anthony bit his tongue to keep from groaning heat already coursing through his body at the simple question.

"Mine if you don't mind. I feel like it'd be the safer option more secluded. I also don't think it would be weird for people to see you enter my home instead of vice versa," he said calculated. He nodded again. He'd thought about this a lot apparently. Anthony stood holding his hand out. "Well... Shall we then?" he asked with a smirk and Damien blushed before taking his hand as he helped him stand. They walked to the parking lot and Anthony walked to his car Damien following. "Did you drive or-"

"Uber," he said a little sheepishly. Anthony nodded unlocking the car. They got in and made their way to Anthony's, car ride a little quiet due to the tension of what was going to happen. He turned on the radio and thankfully they had similar taste in music as they both sang along to rock and elder emo bs. Soon enough they made it to Anthony's house. He got out first coming around to the passengers side where Damien was getting out looking around before grabbing him by the waist much to his surprise pressing him against the car. He was just a bit impatient being so pent up. He leaned in before stopping.

"Is this alright?" he asked lightly voice thick with want. Damien swallowed flushing deeper. This was all new but he nodded breaths coming a little more shallow. Anthony captured his lips gently tasting a salty sweetness there. He held back a groan as he pushed him more against the car making him squeak as he pressed flush, enjoying his warmth against him. Damien didn't move away instead, melting into the kiss as Anthony was a damn good kisser making him feel dizzy already. They stood there for a moment before Damien put his hands on his chest gently pushing him away and he felt like he'd done something wrong. He looked at him worried.

"I uh... Think we should save this for inside," he said a little breathless. Oh right they were still in Anthony's driveway. He took his hand which made him blush at the small gesture and led him to the door unlocking it quickly fumbling just a bit. They closed the door behind them and he resisted the urge to press him against another surface and instead led him to the couch. They sat a bit awkwardly knowing what was to come. Anthony put a hand on his cheek and he couldn't help but lean into it gently closing his eyes. As he did his eyes grazed over his features and damn was he pretty. Pink pouty lips contrasting his five o'clock shadow as well as the flush that spread across his cheeks. He opened his eyes and Anthony was taken aback by how breathtaking they were and the emotion swirling in them. Nervousness in them made him realize how long he'd been staring smiling sheepishly as if he'd been caught. Adoration was also there along with something darker as his pupils dilated. Ah... He swallowed.

"You're so pretty," he said simply and the flush seemed to grow darker. Damien's eyes widened just a bit at the compliment.

"T-thank you. You're uh... Really handsome," he whispered almost under his breath. "Are you going to kiss me yet?" Anthony nodded. He'd been so caught up in staring he'd nearly forgotten but he leaned in again and this time Damien met him. His lips were soft and the kiss was gentle and sweet. His other hand went to his waist pulling him closer deepening the kiss running his tongue over his bottom lip. Damien hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth slightly and his tongue prodded in gently. He whimpered a soft quiet sound but it was music to Anthony's ears. He pulled him ever closer as he swirled his tongue around his. Damien's hands rested on his shoulders gently one moving back fingers finding purchase in the hair at the base of his neck as he kissed back. They pulled away finally for a moment panting a bit looking at each other. Pupils blown lips wet and slightly swollen Damien was a sight to behold and Anthony kissed him harshly making him yelp slightly before kissing back with similar ferocity. Both hands rested on Damien's waist moving back one snaking up his shirt splaying against his back as the other went down to feel up his ass. He jumped a bit pulling away.

"Sorry was that too fast?" Damien shook his head panting.

"No no sorry I'm just- this is all new to me. I mean I've experimented and you've seen the uh," he cleared his throat, "pictures I sent you but I never-" he hesitated. Wait... What? He looked at him curiously.

"Wait Damien I'm not gonna be your first am I?" he asked seriously. Damien chewed on his lip looking down.

"Would it be so bad if you were?" he asked genuinely. Anthony froze mind racing. He gripped him tighter making him look at him.

"Maybe not... But I have to say I'm new to this too," he said looking at him intently. Damien's mouth dropped open before he closed it again.

"I guess we can learn together," he said softly before kissing him. I guess so, Anthony thought before pressing into the kiss once more. The hand still splayed on his back pulled him closer nearly into his lap. His other hand hooked onto his knee pulling so he was actually in his lap and Damien made a surprised noise before pulling away. "Are you sure this is okay?" he asked nervously. Was this okay? He looked pretty as a picture in his lap all flushed red shirt askew from where his hand was. But he looked down at him with worry and a little fear. Oh right... Body dysmorphia was a bitch.

"More than okay, really," he said leaning up to kiss him once more. His hand went up his thigh gripping the supple flesh there before moving back to his ass groping as he whimpered into his mouth. He was so pliant and warm under his hands he couldn't get enough already half hard in his jeans as he pressed him closer grinding their crotches together. They moaned Damien pulling away.

"Fuck-" he said before grinding down feeling Anthony's hardness against his. Fuck- holy fuck he was turned on and by him? He almost couldn't believe it and wouldn't have if he didn't see the hunger in Anthony's eyes. He scooted even closer in his lap grinding his ass against his bulge groaning as he did. "Fuck, Anthony-"

His name fell from Damien's like sin pretty and tempting. He kissed him harshly once more thrusting up against his grind making them both cry out. He gripped him tighter fingers digging into his back and gripped his ass tightly as they moved against each other deliciously. Anthony pulled away kissing down his neck as Damien held him close trying to catch his breath. His brain felt foggy with lust Anthony's lips the only thing anchoring him and he buried his fingers in his hair. He nibbled at the spot behind his ear before pressing more open mouthed kisses down his neck to his collarbone. He sucked gently making Damien moan but made sure not to leave a mark. At least not yet. He pulled away lifting his shirt before stopping and looking at him. Damien gulped but nodded and soon his shirt was pulled over his head and tossed aside. He tried not to feel self conscious as Anthony's eyes raked over his body. Anthony was in awe of all the pallid skin before him. He was gorgeous but he could tell by his body language that he didn't feel like that. He kissed him again gently as he ran his hands all over his body worshipping him with his fingers tips trying to commit every inch of him to memory. Anthony's hands were warm and rough from what he didn't know but they touched him tentatively caringly like he was precious. He pulled away again kissing down his neck holding him close as he did nibbling and sucking as he did.

"You can-" Damien gasped, "you can mark me if you want," he said gently. Anthony didn't need to be told twice as he sucked harsher and bit to make sure it stayed. He pulled away seeing a purple mark already start to form, a stark contrast, before making more down his neck and across his collarbone painting him pretty. He moved down his body to his chest nuzzling there before his hands came up and cupped his pecs massaging and pinching his nipples making him moan. He threw his head back slightly, eyes half lidded as Anthony worked his body. He then turned back and tugged at Anthony's own shirt. "I'm feeling a little underdressed," he said cheekily. Anthony chuckled pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside as well.

"Sorry about that," he said smirking but Damien wasn't listening enraptured by his naked torso. The paint strokes on his body were mesmerizing and his fingers traced the lines gently as they swirled and spattered over his pecs and abs. Anthony just watched him as he did light touches sending heat through him as he reached where his pants were. Damien wondered how far they went then flushed remembering the pictures he'd gotten... "Yep they're down there too," Anthony said making Damien jump slightly. Right yeah... He flushed before looking him in the eyes. He opened his mouth to apologize but he stopped him. "Don't worry it was nice. Now come here," he said pulling him down for another kiss. They pressed flush skin to skin and it was nice sharing their warmth and then Anthony thrust up once again. He pulled away needing more. "Bedroom?" Damien nodded and they stood up as he led them to his bedroom.

Once he got there he kissed him pushing him to the edge of the bed before pushing him down with an oomph. Damien stared at him wide eyed for a moment before he hovered above him kissing him once more pressing open mouthed kisses down his body. He reached his pants before looking at him for a response. Damien nodded and Anthony wasted no time as he undid his strange pants pulling them down. They landed where they landed and he was left in his boxer tented and leaking through the fabric. He gripped it running his thumb through the wetness making him keen.

"So wet for me," he couldn't stop himself from saying and Damien whined. So fucking gorgeous, he couldn't help but think. He stroked him a few times before pulling them off as well leaving him bare before him. His cock was red and leaking as it had been in those pictures and videos and his mouth watered a bit. Anthony leaned down and lapped at the tip before wrapping his mouth around the head gently sucking and Damien twitched arching just a bit pressing more into his mouth. He bobbed his head sucking gently as his hand went to cup his balls before moving down his perineum to his puckered entrance. He circled a finger around it prodding and pulling at the edges before pulling away. He pulled off his dick and Damien caught his breath as Anthony coated his fingers in saliva. He pulled them out shiny and wet trailing them down his perineum once more making him shiver. He reached his hole again and pressed in surprised at how easily it slipped in. He looked at Damien questioningly and he flushed covering his face.

"I may have... Prepped myself before I left the house," he said slightly muffled from his hands over his face. Made sense but it made Anthony's dick twitch in his jeans. He pressed the second one in not as easily a little snug but still a bit easier. Damien made a soft pleasured sound as he did eyes closing as he pressed himself onto his fingers. Anthony watched as his fingers disappeared inside him taking them so well into his tight heat. He scissored them stretching him just a bit more before crooking them looking for that spot inside him. Damien was just enjoying it until suddenly a wave of pleasure shot through him making him shake and moan loudly. "Fuck!" he couldn't help but nearly yell as Anthony assaulted that spot over and over with a smile. He could feel himself getting close, familiar coil in his stomach twitching around Anthony's fingers when he stopped. He whimpered, orgasm slipping away as Anthony pulled his fingers out. He clenched around nothing uncomfortably and Anthony couldn't help but chuckle.

"Don't worry you'll be getting something better," he said more confidently than he felt. He walked to his bedside table opening the drawer and pulling out the lube he kept there for "emergencies." He came back palming himself through his pants as Damien stared. He undid his jeans pushing them down along with his boxers, cock springing free as he stepped out of them. He stroked himself and Damien stared before gulping. "Like what you see?"

"Y-yes I just... Fuck I knew you would be big but fuck-" he said chuckling a little nervously. Seeing it in person was definitely different than in a picture. He felt a little intimidated but he tried to relax. He took some deep breaths as he watched Anthony pour some lube on his hand before spreading it all over his cock. He then pressed the extra against his opening and he shivered. He lined up pressing in gently but steadily. The head popped through and he groaned but continued on as Damien gripped the sheets. Anthony was definitely bigger than any of the toys he'd used before but he was determined. Anthony finally bottomed out stopping and groaning breathless at the way he was clenching and fluttering around him. He leaned down pressing a kiss to his lips as a distraction and he wrapped his arms around his neck kissing him like his life depended on it. After a moment Anthony pulled away and gently rocked into him as he got used to him. He moaned as he resisted the urge to slam into his tight heat over and over instead pulling out slightly before gently pressing back in. Damien took deep breaths as he took it now not as unpleasant but not exactly pleasurable. He put a hand on Anthony's shoulder and pulled him down for another kiss enjoying the skinship and his lips against his. Anthony kept his shallow thrusts as he relaxed around him shifting and pressing in a bit harsher making him groan. He pulled away.

"You doing alright?" Anthony asked gently and he nodded. Pleasure was starting to build as he pressed down on his thrusts and Anthony understood. He thrust into him harder and he moaned prettily. He kept that fucking into him steadily loving the pretty sounds that fell from Damien's lips. He looked so beautiful face and chest flushed a splotchy red all over, mouth open, and eyes glossed over when they weren't squeezed shut.

"Anthony please more," he whined and Anthony obliged slamming into him. It felt like it knocked the wind out of him but it felt so good as he filled him full over and over again. He could barely think, mind swimming as he dug his nails into Anthony's back. He didn't mind he actually enjoyed the feeling of his nails in his back hoping the crescent shapes they left would stay. He gripped him harshly as he slammed into him again and again sounds of their bodies filling the room as Damien took it all. Anthony adjusted and pressed his thigh up angling so he could get even deeper and Damien nearly screamed as he did. "Fuck again please," he begged shaking with it. And so he did again and again gripping his thigh till he felt like it would bruise. Damien was no longer there muttering curses and praises in the same breath. He was getting close again, the familiar warmth in his belly building. Anthony could feel it too in the way he pressed against his thrusts and the way his muscle fluttered around him deliciously.

"Fuck you feel so good look so pretty taking my cock so well," he mouth spewed, filthy things filling Damien's ears as he mewled at the dirty praise. It was pushing him closer to the edge and then Anthony wrapped a hand around his cock stroking it before he was cumming with a yell. His thighs threatened to shut but he held them open as he chased his own orgasm groaning at how he clenched around him tightly as his body rode out his. He was so close ramming into him harsher as he groaned. Damien was whimpering in oversensitivity when he got an idea in his flooded brain.

"C'mon please- fill me up I need it," he whimpered nearly crying and Anthony's orgasm hit him like a freight train. Fuck- holy fuck! He couldn't believe how hard he came, vision almost whiting out as he curled nearly into himself as he continued to fuck into him finishing his orgasm before finally stopping nearly collapsing on top of him. They stayed there catching their breath relishing in the afterglow as they came down. Damien kept his arms around Anthony though his nails were no longer digging as he nuzzled into his neck. He smelled of sweat and sex but also something earthy, like home and his heart skipped a beat. Suddenly he felt emotional and he didn't understand why as he pressed into his neck trying to keep the tears at bay. He didn't want to fuck this up as he held him tighter. Anthony felt him press closer and hold him tighter as his breath stuttered. He pulled them both to the side Damien staying at his neck and he ran his fingers through his hair.

"You're okay. You did so well," he said gently and Damien didn't know why it made him feel worse nuzzling further and then Anthony got it. "We'll be okay I promise." And suddenly he pulled away eyes tinged red with unshed tears.

"You promise?" he said looking up at him hopefully. He brought him up for a kiss soft and sweet and gentle. He didn't know if he could promise they'd be okay for sure but he could promise he'd try. But he'd promise for tonight to make him feel safe and secure.

"I promise," he said finally after pulling away. Damien nodded not completely trusting it but cuddled against him exhausted yawning. Anthony held him close pulling the blankets around them before pressing a kiss to his forehead which his preened at before closing his eyes. They'd worry about everything else tomorrow, today would be perfect.

[masterofdemise]

Thank you @lady-lazagna for sending the ask!

Anyway, so I think it is absolutely NO surprise that when I say "mysterious unlikely helpers", if you follow my art enough, you'll know it's none other than Pluto and Johannes. Now, knowing me, this is a long one so sit tight.

"But Alexis? Pluto died, how did he come back?"

I RESURRECTED HIM WITH THE POWER OF COPIU-okay serious answer. I'm still finding the exact answer for it, but in some lucky twist of fate for Pluto, because he was not the Child of the Black Sun and therefore deemed "unworthy", he was in simple terms, "rejected" by Nemesis and after some time of sitting inside of it, he was sent back into the living realm. Yada yada yada, he encounters Dynamis and a whole bunch of drama occurs before eventually everyone knocks some sense into Pluto and Pluto decides he will not go on more troubling tasks to condemn the world. Wanting to right the many wrongs he did, he donates a good portion of his fortune away to aid people in need, and starts working at the WBBA to try and make up for what he did since just sitting in jail won't do much to help anyone.

In the meanwhile, during the six months he was missing, Johannes and the rest of the Nemesis gang were stuck in Metal Bey City and without any direction or idea on what to do with their lives, they wallowed around for a bit until Elysse knocked sense into the four and convinced them to start up a business (aka, Cafe Lynx). After establishing the cat cafe, since it was so close, Felicity decided to pay a visit and that is where she started talking with Johannes. Since the two were such cat fanatics, they became quick friends of sorts and engaged in gossip. Especially with Fifionne and He Li Hua not around as much due to Li Hua being busy and Fifionne doing AWOL, Felicity gets to at least relax at the new cat cafe. Even though she became aware of Johannes's involvement in the world destroying incident, knowing what she did with Fifionne, she let it slide and gave Johannes a chance.

After Pluto comes back, he takes up a position as manager of the cafe, as well as a worker with the WBBA. Since Felicity is such a frequent visitor, Pluto meets her and they become friends.

Here is the real important stuff, and a huge spoiler( but also not really since it's not like I'll have the energy to type this all out into a story). When He Li Hua calls Felicity about Fifionne being missing, Felicity says she has not heard from Fifionne since the Nemesis incident (which was by the time Li Hua called, eight months ago).

This is a lie.

Felicity not only saw her almost right after Nemesis was defeated to analyze Fifionne's new Divine Fox, but she also saw Fifionne one month ago. In truth, Felicity KNEW something was deeply wrong with Fifionne and panicked heavily after Fifionne threatened her to not interfere with her plans. With the way she was behaving, Felicity likened it to another Ryuga-like incident in the way that Fifionne was not only being influenced by a dark-force(Tamamo), but by how much Fifionne seemed to be motivated by revenge. Knowing the authorities probably would not be able to do much against her friend and even if they did it probably would not go well, she decided it would be easier to enlist the help of other people.

As a result, she turns over to both Pluto and Johannes two weeks before He Li Hua makes the call. Knowing the two have expertise in not only tracking people down, but because they have the experiences of being former evil-doers and schemers, she is willing to pay the both of them for the job. Pluto refuses the money since the two do not really need it, and Pluto is trying to do it out of kindness. With that, the two start their investigation without ever informing the WBBA. Pluto does go on to inform the WBBA about this later, but only after Li Hua shows up.

Fast forward to when Li Hua travels to Japan on impulse to look for clues on Fifionne, Felicity panics. Not only does she know that Li Hua will absolutely despise Pluto and Johannes for being a part of their search, but because Fifionne also threatened Felicity to not get Li Hua involved. Not wanting Li Hua to figure out the truth and trying to solve the Fifionne problem as quietly as possible, she keeps quiet and plays up the lie. Li Hua ends to the WBBA for information where they finally learn of her disappearance. With the assumption that Felicity knows as much as Li Hua (when she doesn't), Li Hua leaves for Kyoto for answers while Felicity has more time to try and wrap things up.

Unfortunately, Li Hua does manage to come back with information and continues bugging Felicity about the search. Knowing she won't be able to go on the search for herself, she gives up on keeping Pluto and Johannes's roles a secret and asks Li Hua to go to Cafe Lynx without her. It is there where Li Hua almost blows a fuse at Felicity when she realizes who exactly Felicity enlisted the help of. As mad as Li Hua is, this is all so they can find Fifionne and Li Hua has no choice but to let it slide.

I'll leave it at that since those are the main bits of information that need to be known for the setup. Essentially, Felicity has been working with Pluto and Johannes behind Li Hua's back because Felicity is not only worried about Li Hua and Fifionne encountering one another, but because she believes Pluto and Johannes will be the best for the job. He Li Hua is absolutely infuriated and feels betrayed that Felicity is so willing to work with people she sees as the "lowest scum of the Earth", but she sets her differences aside just for a bit because Li Hua cares more about Fifionne's safety. There is going to be a lot more drama that occurs soon after Li Hua talks more with the two, but that can be discussed another time when I feel like not shutting up.

[scamperoo]

who: scamp & @howromantic where: lucky cat cafe

Scamp wasn't planning on reaching out to any one of his new half-siblings, but after he heard that his mother had extended a greeting, he felt pretty shitty not doing the same. He hadn't been the best brother to the sisters he did have, but he had a chance to start over completely and be there for these triplets. He figured it best to meet with them one by one, starting off with Marie, the only girl of the three. Their schedules just so happened to align to make the blonde up first. Scamp made sure to be early, just to not give a bad first impression off the bat, and sat at one of the tiny tables with his black coffee just arrived when she walked through the door. He stood up instinctively as the blonde walked through the door, hand raised so she'd know it was him. "Marie? I, uh, I'm, it's Sam--Scamp, Tramp," he greeted as she approached him. "Thanks for coming here, I--my coffee just got here, if you want anything, I got it."

[fl5793]

Karini: Whaf if...

Part 4: Stole the show

All out series Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 5

Hawks x Blasian OC

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“Hero by day mysterious woman by night we have gotten a chance to meet the new pro hero Angela,” A woman says on Emily’s screen

Emily walks to a cat cafe cause she needs something cute in life

“Welcome to JP Entertainment I’m Ayaka Wild Where we spread our opinion on the drama while also spreading it ourselves,” Ayaka says as an intro screen plays

Emily was never interested in drama because she knew damn well she was the drama

Wherever Emily goes she has to know every little detail about everything thing interesting or she will explode

A waitress goes to her table where a cat pops up next to her and sits on her lap

“Hello I would like a mango boba tea with a mochi donuts please?” Emily asks and the waitress writes it down

“Okay and would you like to donate a dollar to charity?” The waitress asks

“No- Ouch!” Emily looks down and notes that the cat poked at her hand

“I mean Yes,” Emily says and took out a dollar to give to the waitress

“I’m not a fan of children and I quite frankly don’t care if they die cause they’re poor or cause they’re abused. Shoulda died at the womb makes life easier for them,” Emily says to the cat while holding it up

The cat pokes Emily again making Emily pout.

“Meow if you think I’m being a jerk right now,” Emily commands

“Meow,” Someone else says and the cat Meows right back

Emily looks to her left and sees a gorgeous BLACK guy next to her looking at her in disgust

“ZAAAAMMMMNNN~ Who is that?” Emily asks watching the guy walk by

Emily was intrigued by him but then remembers the show that was playing

“Angela has have this thing for keeping her identity a secret to the whole world,” Ayaka says

“ Probably a p*rn star,” Another guy says

“Jett what tells you she could be a p*orn star? I mean she obviously knows what she knows what she’s doing I mean look at her causing chaos. She obviously knows how to be a terrible hero,” Ayaka says laughing with Jett

“Well obviously, since this girl isn’t even made for the job I mean look at her do she even know her times tables. Not only that have you seen those shaky legs what dirty buissness have she been doing to for her legs to be shaking while standing still,” Jett explains while Ayaka looks at her in shock and Emily looks at them both in disbelief

“Never would I have ever thought I a person would look at me a say p*rn star,” Emily says to herself

“She could probably be the Allison chick you know from that j pop group. I mean didn’t she model for play boy at some point?” Ayaka asked

“Yeah your right besides they both have big personalities so why not it be Allison,” Jett suggested and Ayaka rolled her eyes

“ So you think just anybody with a curvy body could be her? How perverted of you to look at her that way,” Ayaka says crossing her arms

“Yeah Jett that’s very perverted of you,” Emily says and the waitress hands her the food

“Thank you,” Emily says making a mini heart with her fingers

Emily sees the smoke and fans it with her Sensu fan

“Wait a minute I know that fan you was here before wasn’t you?” The waitress asked Emily not noticing her angry reaction

“You left without paying the last time,” The waitress says and Emily turns towards her

Emily touches her arm and looks at her name tag

“Sakura why would I ever steal from a friend. I mean we’ve known each other since high school. Besides your the one that said I can keep the money,” Emily lies as the color violet circles her eyes

“Why would I-“ Emily interrupts Sakura

“Because we are friends now I hope you understand why I didn’t have to pay you then and even now,” Emily says and Sakura blinks multiple amounts of times

“Wait what are you doing?” Emily asks when she just suddenly collapsed on the ground

Emily was still holding her arm and she just let go

Sakura was coughing out blood nonstop

Emily called for 911 while more waiters and waitress went to help

The cat that was with Emily jumped onto Sakura and tried licking her head

“What the hell was going on?” Emily asked

Friday night

“Oh so now you think your the reason she’s possibly dead?” Hawks asked and Emily nodded

Emily (so far) has never killed anyone before because it was a scary thing for her to do

Emily was scared that she committed a murder and Hawks held her hand

“I just don’t want to go to jail right when everything was going good,” Emily admits and looks at him in fear

“Don’t use this quirk on people is you expect an outcome like this,” Hawks told her

“But that’s the whole point I didn’t know all this would happen cause it takes three times for a person to go insane,” Emily explains

“Well maybe she tried fighting back and in return she broke her brain,” Hawks says and Emily looks at him confused

“God no one knows what happened and how it happened it’s just…off?” Emily worriedly says and looks away from him

It was quiet for a few seconds but then…

“Hey have you heard what happened on JP Entertainment?” Hawks asked as the waiter gave them both their plates off food

“Yeah they called me a-“ Emily got distracted by the fact that the waiter had on a blue cat head with matching gloves

Emily and Hawks were speechless because of what they saw

“What? don’t act like you’ve never seen a person with a cat head before,” The waiter said and walked off

Emily recognized that voice as the same guy who worked at the restaurant

Only because she heard that he got fired

“Continue,” Emily said coming back to her senses

”JP Entertainment has just nominated for the hottest person award and us for being the hottest couple,” Hawks says with such confidence Emily rolls her eyes

“Hottest person that’s extreme (ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵗʳᵘᵉ) But still we literally just started dating and we’re considered the hottest couple even if they don’t know?“ Emily was confused but of course Hawks looked like he was loving the situation

“So I see you want to continue these dates~“ Hawks says in a flirtacious way while Emily cringes

“Nope not at all,“ Emily thinks

“ Yo of course and especially after you still consoled me even if I possibly killed someone. So just know I ain’t leavin’ you that easily,“ Emily with fake hearts in her eyes

“Where did you get that accent from?“ Hawks asked

“What accent?“ Emily asked but then Hawks got a call

Meanwhile Emily looked away and saw cat face dude take off his mask while sitting in an empty seat

Emily was mesmerized while looking at him

“Why do these men got me acting like this?“ Emily thinks to herself putting her face in her hand

“Hey Emily I’m sorry but I have to go,“ Hawks says in a disappointed voice

“Wait what? But we just got our food,“ Emily says confused as to why he’s leaving

“I’m sorry but work stuff turns out a criminal was spotted somewhere and I gotta be there,“ Hawks says then leaves her there

“Guess your having a fun time too aren’t you,“ Kenji says just randomly appearing in a seat across from her

“Kenji I actually am really sorry about you losing your job but I just wasn’t gonna pay-“ Kenji interrupted her

“Relax it’s fine. I just needed that job so I’d live a much more normal life. Cause being an assassin is B.S in real life,“ Kenji admitted leaning back against

“ Word cause I knew the stuff going on was like greusome but ’bout to become every horror movie killer combined,“ Emily says oddly enough connecting to him

“ Still after that freak accident didn’t think you would want to come and join us,“ Kenji says and starts eating the remainder of Hawks plate

“Why the hell not when the pay is hella good. Makes me consider actually staying,“ Emily admits which surprises him

“Stayin wit’ us was decision to make before you joined. Now you stuck wit’ us like how you stuck wit’ your little birdie friend,“ Kenji jokes when Emily blurts out something

“ As long as I’m with you I don’t see and problem with staying in the defenders,“ Emily playfully admits and Kenji swallows hardly

“What now?“ Kenji asked blushing a little

“Let me be real with you I liked you ever since I first met you cause you liked to take charge. You being handsome was the extra ten you needed to be a 20 out of 10~“ Emily blindly admits and turns pink entirely

They were actually both quiet when Kenji suddenly started laughing

“I’m so sorry it just what came to mind I-I didn’t mean to say it out loud,“ Emily says embarrassingly

“Don’t worry it’s and to be honest wit you the has been less borin ever since you’ve joined~“ Kenji says with a smirk and Emily blushes even harder

“Wow um so like will you go out with me?“ Emily asked

“Thought it was obvious,“ Kenji said with one eyebrow up

Emily gulped hard and just thought to herself

“Yep I truly know how to get any guy I want,“ Emily thought to herself

Years later

“You’re always getting yourself into weird situations and then your actually proud of having two boyfriends,” Courtney says finishing writing up her questions

“Well back then you know me and Hawks weren’t really a real thing so like why not get a real boyfriend since I decided to change from dating girls to guys,” Emily said lowering her voice on the last part

“How many girls have you dated?” Courtney asked and Emily was quiet

“W-w-well there’s actually t-too much to count,” Emily rubs the back of her neck

“Too much to count? You was 19 how many people did you date?” Courtney asked

“Okay it was one but let’s not go crazy over that-“ Emily was stopped by Courtney

“That’s not important right now what’s important is for me to understand is what happened to the supposedly dead girl?” Courtney asked and Emily’s face turned white

“Well you see that’s a story for another time,” Emily says

“What the hell you mean another time? We have 30 minutes EXPLAIN!” Courtney demanded

“Fine I’ll continue just know it’s not gonna make sense,” Emily gave in and continued her story

[nintendouniverse2023]

The following progressive of My Batman AU resembles some new origin stories and new accomplishments between the DC Universe.

Bio: When Selina was very young, Her Father, Carmine Falcone placed her in an orphanage were the abusive staff would beat them every night. During that time she met another female and long time friend “Holly Robinson” and later they escape the orphanage. Growing up on the streets after they escape. Selina learns who to survive at the basics of sudden chaos by taking what she could take as one of the many buglers. Once Selina was older, her friend got a job in a cafe so far and yet Selina still continues as a burglarizing, Now going by the name Catwoman.

When the Long Halloween event starts When Catwoman was stealing the Falcone data information, She was first encountered by Batman gave chase, which lead to Falcone’s unlaundered money, meeting Harvey Dent there. They decided to burn it down. Catwoman will see Batman again soon, which lead to many encounters with her until New Years, Batman goes after the only person left to be Holiday was Alberto Falcone not long after Selina discovered Bruce is Batman in front of Alberto. Before Alberto can tell the truth, he was shot and killed by the Holiday Falconie, still determined to take over Wayne Enterprises, he hires the Eco Terrorist and Plant mixed DNA Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy to mind control Bruce. While the Holiday kills more Falcone Mobsters. The Batman was still missing over a month, Catwoman then breaks into the Wayne Penthouse, defeating Ivy, Freeing Bruce and Alfred from her control.

At the rooftops next to Falconies Building, Batman begins to ask why Catwoman is obsessed with the Falcones; she admits that Roman was actually her father. As for her mother, never been found. They found Carmine Falcone with a shadow figure. They both know who the figure is and goes to the building. Carmine first thought it was Batman telling him the event this past year was “The Long Halloween” But then it was Holiday and shot Falcone in the heart. Knowing it’s too late, Catwoman angrily attacks the Holiday before Sofia shows up, Batman stops her in time to reveal to be Harvey’s wife, Gilda Dent. Distraught Sofia screams and rushes forward to attack Gilda, but Catwoman stops her. The two wrestle and fall through a glass window. Outside, Catwoman grabs onto a ledge, but Sofia plunges and falls to her death. Catwoman reveals her face to Falcone, who says "Louisa" as Batman did the same. Carmine say’s to Bruce that he still believes and answers yes before taking his final breath.

During a crime wave at Christmas which lead to Catwoman getting shot in the leg, Bruce and Selina shared a moment which lead to Selina telling him everything. Bruce understands her completely knowing that both her and Holly's life’s had a terrible childhood but he tells her that their is still a chance for her to let him and possably might have a chance of working together in the future. Selina countiues her tanglement with Batman as The Catwoman. Making the chase as she makes a support to Holly and Fights one of the Rouges.

Appearance: Her appearance was inspired by Batman 2022, She has a leather collar, Gray pants and jacket, Belly button prerace, Red Cat Shirt, Black Boots and Cat Gloves

Voice Actor: Grey Griffin

Age: 25

Height: 5.5 ft

Weight: 130 ibs

Personality: Sneaky, Glitter Eye, Attention Seeker, Street-smart, Confident, and Sly.

Favorite Foods: Sardines

Family: Chole Kyle and Carmine Falcone * Parents/Deceased*

Allies: Bruce Wayne/Batman *Friendly Rival* Robin, Batgirl, Alfred and The GCPD

Enemies: The Rouges Gallery *Most to Joker, Riddler, Two-Face and Poison Ivy* *Mostly Black Mask because he shot her in the leg once.*

Likes: Punk Music, Stealing, Flirting with the Bat, Chased by Batman, Spending time with Holly Robison and Messing with Riddler

Dislikes:Getting Caught, Blackmailed and Arrested

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

HERE, KITTY, KITTY (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnilingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I decided to drop the last five chapters to this story at once cuz I'll be EXTREMELY busy with my summer job & I'm also working on a new fic. Thank you all so, so, soooo much for the love on this story! I had so much fun writing it. I'll be writing some brand new shit soon! Stay safe! -Jazz

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Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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TWENTY-TWO.

As May turns into June, the first week is rainy, cloudy, and depressing–the perfect weather for how you feel on the inside. 

You sit in your office now, dressed in a silk black blouse and slacks that make your ass look like it’s the finest one in the world.

However, you don’t take pleasure in that or the fact that today has been pretty slow. You haven’t had any student traffic or other responsibilities, so you’ve had time to sit around, eat snacks, and nap if you want to. 

But you don’t. Instead, you busy yourself with building your schedule for next week. You sit at your desk with your planner, writing down any errands you have to run or meetings you’ll have to attend. An unopened bottle of iced coffee sits next to you–the one thing that will keep you running until lunch comes in an hour.

Outside your window, the cherry blossom trees tremble slightly as the storm wind rushes through along with the pitter-patter of rain. You hope that it won’t be like this when you leave today. You just hate water. 

A knock on your door stops you short of writing down that you’ll have to make a grocery run next Saturday morning. Nemuri stands there in a slim navy blue dress that fills out her curves and her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. For the past week, she has been visiting you with snacks, drinks, and encouragement. Though you appreciate it, it hasn’t been working much to turn your frown upside down.

“Hey, you,” she gently coos. “Mic and I are goin’ out tonight to the Hot Spot if you wanted to join us. Rumi and You will be there too.” 

The sound of a night with the pros drinking and dancing doesn’t sound the least bit appealing to you…which definitely means something is wrong. Usually, you’d jump at the chance to spend a Friday night out, but even the idea of putting on your sexiest attire and dancing the night away makes you tired. 

“I’m good, ‘Muri,” you reply, giving her a reassuring smile. “I need to work on my schedule for next week anyway. I’ve got a lot to do.” 

Nemuri nods, but you see the disappointment in her eyes. You advert your eyes from her face, instead looking back down at your calendar where you scribble down “do laundry” for Sunday. You hear her come into the room, her heels clicking as she does. “Mic and I have been missing you,” she softly says. “You’ve been MIA for a minute now.” 

You don’t say anything. You cap your pen and push your calendar away before taking out a manilla folder for student reports. At the end of every month, you’re required to jot down notes on students’ progress for their teachers and parents, just to let them know how they’re doing.

Nemuri leans against your desk, frowning as you uncap your pen to begin writing on Bakugou Katsuki’s report. “You’ve been working hard for the past week, honey. Why don’t you take a break?” 

You sigh tiredly, shaking your head. “These student reports aren’t gonna write themselves, Nemuri. Not to mention I have parent and staff meetings next week and…” You stop talking, something in you telling you to do so. You look up at Nemuri who is wearing a saddened expression on her gorgeous face. “What?” you sigh, already knowing the answer. 

“Have you talked to Aizawa lately?” she timidly asks you. You scoff to yourself. She already knows the answer to that: no. You haven't even seen the man. You’re starting to think he was just a figment of your imagination with how quickly he seemed to disappear from school. You barely see him in the hallways, elevators, or cafeteria. He hasn't called, but neither have you. After how much you’ve hurt him, you doubt he wants to speak to you. 

And you can’t blame him. With how long you've been lying to him and Eri, you know he never wants to see you again. You don’t even want to see yourself. Every day you wake up and look in the mirror to get yourself ready for the day, you desperately want to shield your face from view. It is the face of a liar. The face of someone who is deceiving and selfish. You barely want anyone to see you at school anymore. You just want to crawl into a hole and never come out. 

You reach for your iced coffee and proceed to try and open the bottle, your fingers grappling with the cap that seems to be stuck. “No,” you reply, not meaning to sound so tight, but you can’t help it. “Why are you even askin’ me that? You know Aizawa and I haven’t spoken since that night he found out about the cat thing.”

And God, does it hurt. All you want to do is hear his luscious voice or see his gorgeous face. All you want is him, and Eri. Those two have completely stolen your heart. But you know you fucked that up. 

Nemuri silently watches you struggle to open your coffee. “He misses you, you know,” she softly says. “I’ve seen him lately and he’s not at all the same as before when you were with him.” Your heart leaps at her words, but they only do so much to make you feel less like a fucking loser. You can miss someone and still know how horrible they are. You’re sure that is how Aizawa feels for you. He may miss you, but you know for a fact that he goes out of his way to call or see you. And you deserve that. 

“Is this what you came in here for?” you demand, glaring up at your friend. “To make me feel bad about what happened? Well, I already do. I feel humiliated and stupid for what I’ve done, but this is the price I have to pay for lying to him.” You grunt in frustration, your wrist straining to open the bottle. “Goddammit, this cap won’t loosen!” you hiss. 

After another short turn of your wrist, the cap finally loosens and pops off the bottle before skidding across the floor with a metal clink! Both of you stare in silence at the cap for a moment, breathing heavily at the short but loud sound and the intensity of the situation. Finally, Nemuri breaks. Soft, sputtering breaths exit her mouth as she begins to cry and you stare up at her in shock. “I’m sorry!” she softly sobs. “This is all my fault. I never should’ve said anything! Now you and Shouta are miserable all because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut!” 

She covers her face with her manicured hands, her shoulders shaking. Your heart breaks at the sight of your best friend crying on your behalf. Especially since none of this is her fault. “Nemuri,” you sigh, guilt flaring inside of you. “No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I shouldn’t be taking my anger at myself out on you.” 

You get up from your seat and move to wrap your arms tight around her. She hugs you back, her tears soaking your blouse. “None of this is your fault,” you comfortingly say. “It’s all mine. I should’ve told Shouta the truth right from the jump, but instead, I was selfish.” You pull away slightly to give her a view of your downtrodden eyes. “I haven’t been doing that well this past week either,” you confess, already choking up. 

Nemuri’s brows knit in worry. “Have you been going out at night?” she asks, her voice low as if the walls have ears. You shake your head as the tears you’ve been holding back for so long begin to well in your eyes. “Not at all,” you answer, your voice breaking. “I have no motivation to do that anymore.” 

Even now your Night Claw fit sits under your bed, untouched and unworn for over a week. You moved it from your hiding place behind the dumpster, not seeing the need in keeping it hidden or outside since you haven’t been in the streets lately. You ignore police sirens at night and anything that comes up on your crime app. You have no interest or energy in catering to your city anymore, especially since the main reason one of its prominent pro heroes was down in action is because of you.

And then poor Eri…how is she handling all of this? First her dad is hurt, and now her furry friend disappears for good? 

You crumble right then, tears dripping down your face that destroy your mascara. “I just miss him so much, Nemuri,” you sob. Nemuri nods, encouraging you to continue to spill your guts to her. “But I can’t bring myself to call him or visit or–”  

“Ah, Ms. L/N!” You both jump, whipping around to see Nezu standing in the doorway. The small smile that plays on his face fades when he glances at your faces. “Oh…am I interrupting something?” 

“U-Uh…” Nemuri quickly snatches some tissues from your desk, handing you some. “Of course not, Principal Nezu,” she replies, respectfully bowing to him and using that advantage to dab at her eyes. “I was just asking Ms. L/N about a particular student I had in here today.” You don’t respond, instead silently wiping the tears off your face. You make a mental note to touch up your makeup later. 

“Oh!” Nezu exclaims in realization. “Well, in that case, I apologize for the random visit, Ms. L/N. I just wanted to check up on you and see how you’re enjoying UA so far.” You blink at him, your brain slowly processing his words. “O-Oh!” you stammer, clearing your throat. You plaster on a smile despite still feeling like shit. "Well, please come in.” 

As Nezu thanks you and walks in on his little legs, Nemuri tip-toes to your office door. “I’ll see you at lunch,” she mouths to you before quickly exiting your office, shutting the door on her way out.

You stand there awkwardly, feeling like a hot spotlight has been put on you as you stand with your boss in your office. “Would you like something to drink, sir?” you ask, presenting to him your mini fridge. 

“No, thank you,” he chuckles. “And please, feel free to sit. I just want us to have a chat. You’ve been such a great asset to UA for the time you’ve been here, especially to the students.”

You take a seat behind your desk as he hops up into the chair across from you. “Thank you, sir! It’s been a great and rewarding experience working here with the staff and students. I love what I do.” And you’re not BSing. You truly love your job despite your personal problems right now. 

Nezu seems to know this too. “I can tell,” he hums appreciatively. “Which is why I decided to visit because I can tell you’ve been looking pretty low lately.”

His smile fades and your stomach drops into your ass. “I’ve noticed it as have others. Though you’re still here and consistent with your work, you’ve been acting differently. You’re usually so upbeat and refreshed, but for the past two weeks, you’ve seemed…down. If it’s too personal, please feel free to tell me so.” 

Your shoulders slump and all you feel is shame. So now even your boss notices your change in demeanor. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” you sigh, internally exhausted. “I’ve just been going through some…personal battles. I’m trying hard to fight them though, so please don’t worry about me.” You plaster on a fake smile that Nezu sees right through. 

“Oh, but I do, Y/N,” he says matter-of-factly. “I don’t think you understand just how needed you are here. The students need someone kind and nurturing like you to talk to about their issues with. The teachers need you too. They can only handle so much! Your personality is such a breath of fresh air too. It’s influenced me, the students, and the other staff members…especially Aizawa.” 

“A-Aizawa?” you softly stammer, your heart fluttering. “I don’t–” 

“I’ve never seen him so upbeat,” Nezu continues wistfully. “He’s almost an entirely different person with you here. He’s happier; more…energetic. I’d imagine he is very grateful for what you did for him and Eri.” His black eyes gleam with something unreadable but it makes your stomach flip flop nervously. “I-I’m sorry, sir, but I don't think I understand.” 

He is more than happy to enlighten you. “Word around campus is that you attacked the villain Toyoma when he broke into Aizawa’s dorm. People are saying you were already in the room and quite literally tore Toyoma’s face off. I know because I saw it for myself.” He leans in as if afraid someone might hear. “I also know about your, uh…night job.” 

You swear you could die right now. Of course, your boss knows that you’re Night Claw. And of course, he’s going to fire you now. You’re going to lose everything. You grip the underside of your desk, your claws digging into the wood.

Nezu just smiles. “You don’t have to look so scared, Y/N,” he chuckles. “I’m not upset. Do you know how many of our kids here have done the same thing? Besides, you’ve proven to me that you’re not a threat and still an incredible staff member with how you continue to handle the students’ problems.” 

He leans over the desk to pat your hand, almost as a friend would. “We need more people like you here, Y/N. People whose bright personalities rub off on others. Please don’t ever lose that.” His eyes twinkle with generosity and kindness–two things you feel as if you don’t deserve. “Sir…” You don’t know what to say. You can’t believe this is happening. You’re not going to get fired? 

“I know things may seem hard right now, but if you ever need a hand, we’re all here for you. Just continue to do your best and I’ll take care of the rest, okay?” He winks at you, an encouraging smile on his furry face. “Keep up the good work!” 

You feel as if you just won an award with how bright his smile is. Your claws retract and you release your death grip on your desk. “Thank you, sir,” you softly say, afraid that you may cry in front of your boss. 

“Of course!” he chortles. “Now off to lunch for me! Enjoy the rest of your day!” He hops off of the chair and waves to you as he exits your office. “You as well, sir!” you call, a giggle in your voice when he shuts the door behind him. 

When you sit back in your seat, you feel better than you have for days after getting that praise buff from your boss. It is exactly what you need to put you into a good headspace, just enough to tell Nemuri that you’ll be taking your lunch alone today. You need some time in the fresh air to clear your head and find comfort in yourself while you gather the courage to finally talk to Aizawa. 

So you decide to go for a walk downtown for a bite to eat. You’ve heard of a sandwich shop there that is extremely popular plus one of your favorite cafes being a choice. The air is clean and warm, and the sky is blue when you lace on your sneakers and take your walk.

As you make it downtown, people are out and about enjoying the mid-afternoon weather, jogging, walking their dogs, and sitting at tables under cute little umbrellas as they enjoy their meals outside. When you make it to your favorite cafe, deciding to go for some coffee and pastries as your lunch, the outside eatery is already set up with customers enjoying their coffee in peace under the sun. 

As you make your way to the door, your hand reaches to pull it open, and you hear the sound of pounding footsteps behind you. You turn, jumping back just in time as someone comes zooming down the street, running at full speed.

“Jesus,” you hiss to yourself, glaring at the woman. She is in casual clothes–no activewear at all for the type of activity she’s doing. You pass it off as some kind of running club or her possibly being on some shit. 

But as you go to reach for the door again, another person runs by. Then another. And another. What grabs your attention is their attire: some wearing work clothes; others not even wearing sneakers but still running like their lives depend on it. You and the customers sitting by you stare at them in confusion, baffled by the change in atmosphere. “Da hell?” you mutter, confused. 

You get the answer to your confusion when a man wearing office attire runs by, panic and fear all over his face. “Everyone, run!” he hollers. “There’s a villain five blocks away from here! He’s destroying everything!” As if on cue, the sound of rattling cuts through the air, and a burst of water explodes from a sewer down the street, causing a car alarm to go off. As the water shoots into the air like a bullet, the people that were initially sitting and enjoying themselves beside you leave their posts, following the running people up the street. 

But you don’t. Despite your fur prickling and your ears pointing backward in alarm, you walk straight toward the danger zone. Even when you see more people running your way until you’re nearly trapped in a sea of escaping civilians. You press yourself against nearby buildings and inch deeper and deeper into the city. As you do, the destruction surrounding you gets worse–all you see are cars flipped over, cracked pavement, and water gushing from sewers and broken pipes. Your sneakers become soaked, ruining your stockings. 

The water problem only gets worse when you finally come to the city square and see the bullshit awaiting you. A sea of people and police cars surround a giant, quirk-made whirlpool that protrudes from a sewer in the middle of the street and towers over everyone and everything. From where you stand you can see that someone is, in fact, holding the whirlpool together themselves. A man floats in the middle of the whirlpool like a centerpiece, his limbs and locs streams of water that suck up water from the street, making his creation bigger and stronger. 

In front of you, the police have their guns drawn, some trying to keep the civilians at bay while the rest attempt to get a good angle of the whirlpool. The one closest to you urgently screams into his walkie-talkie, distress in his eyes. “I need backup!” he hollers. “I repeat: I need backup! We’re running out of officers and there’s only so many pros who can handle this asshole!” 

‘Pros?’ you think. So far, you haven’t seen any single pro here. But as someone from behind you pushes you deeper into the crowd, you get closer to the whirlpool.

There, in the watery depths of the whirlpool, are eight officers and several pros you know and recognize: Houndog; Vlad; Mirko; Mt. Lady (out of her giant form); Midnight; and Present Mic.

With that many pros in his trap, you know this villain isn’t someone to fuck around with too lightly. You barely have time to process where this dude even came from when someone is landing in front of you and the other civilians, startling you when his boots hit the pavement. 

You know who it is even before you see his long, black hair and hear the excited screams of the crowd. He turns, giving you a view of him looking oh-so-yummy in his hero gear, goggles, and scarves as the afternoon sun turns his black strands of hair into spun gold. You can’t help it. You immediately begin to push through the crowd until you finally slip through, ignoring the officers who yell at you to stop.

“Miss, you can’t go through there!” one of them yells, but you ignore them, too focused on getting the pro in front of you to pay attention to you. 

“Shouta!” you shout, cringing at the squelching sound of your wet sneakers in the street. It is completely flooded, ruining your shoes and sloshing against the hem of your skirt. Aizawa immediately turns around, his eyes widening behind his goggles at the sight of you.

“Y/N?” he asks, baffled. “What the fuck are you doing here?” You winch slightly at the harshness of his tone, but you won’t let it slow you down. You probably would’ve reacted the same way.

“I was out for lunch and saw all these people running,” you reply before nodding at the whirlpool and the man at the heart of it. “What is he?” you breathlessly ask, still taken aback by how large and powerful the whirlpool is. 

Aizawa glares at the villain. “Says his name is Aqua Master or somethin' like that. He’s been wreaking havoc with his water quirk all afternoon now. So far, he has over eight officers and several of our pros in there.”

He pauses to take off his goggles and pinch his sinuses, his eyebrows creased. The stress of the situation is written all across his handsome face. And with no other pros here yet, he’s the only one here to stop this Aqua Master bitch. 

“Let me help,” you interject. He stares at you like you just told him you’re pregnant with his baby. “You just told me you’re losing people and I’m sure it’ll take a while before you get backup. I can help the civilians evacuate or–“ 

“Absolutely not,” he firmly replies, his expression a hard glare that makes you flush. “This is way too dangerous for you and you don’t have enough training.”

You go to argue against this, but you’re interrupted by the sudden water-formed hand that juts out of the whirlpool and scoops up a nearby truck to toss at an oncoming cop car miles down the street. The cop car immediately swerves out of the way only to crash into a street pole and totally ruin the front of it.

Aizawa raises his eyebrows at you as if to say, ‘see what I mean?’ 

But you’re not backing down. You don’t care how dangerous this mission is. Toyoma’s mission was dangerous too and you ended up saving Aizawa’s life. ”You let me come with you to get Toyoma,” you sharply argue.

Aizawa rolls his eyes at your attempt at arguing with him. “Yeah, and you almost ended up off a damn building splattered on the pavement.” Your ears droop in hurt at his jab. Though he is right, he doesn’t even know the kind of trauma you faced from that. The nightmares you still have dangling off of that building and the nothingness in Toyota’s eyes.

He must see that he went too far because his expression softens. He sighs, running a tired hand over his face. “Listen,” he says, his voice hushed, “I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.” He steps away from you and puts his goggles back on, preparing for action. “Just stay in your line, alright? I’ve got this.” 

As he wraps his scarves around a nearby traffic light, he is nearly taken out by a blur of red that zooms between you and him. “Jesus, Hawks, watch it!” he angrily shouts, gripping his scarves.

You look up, finding Hawks perched on the same traffic light Aizawa has his scarves wrapped around. He raises his goggles over his unruly, blonde hair, his red wings looking fluffy and soft to the touch. “Sorry, Eraser!” he huffs, looking irritated by the villain and his BS. “I’m dodging this shit as best as I can, but this bitch won’t quit throwing these cars at me!” 

The hairs on your body suddenly rise at the sense of something coming. Your eyes flit to the whirlpool where you find a giant, watery hand reaching for Aizawa.

“Eraser, watch out!” you yell, but your voice is carried away by the sound of police sirens and rushing water. Hawks manages to escape by flapping away, but Aizawa isn’t as lucky. You have no choice but to watch as Aizawa’s scarves are yanked off of the traffic light by the hand and he is pulled into the rough currents of the whirlpool. 

“Oh, shit!” Hawks gasps, staring in awe as his coworker is pulled into the whirlpool just like that. “I’ve gotcha, Eraser! Just try and hold your breath!”

He flaps away into the blue sky above, flying above the whirlpool’s opening. There is no way he could get in there without getting stuck too, you realize. The cops won’t be able to get to the villain either without shooting someone. It’s way too risky to fire a bullet into that whirlpool. 

This fight needs someone else…something else. Something tinier. And you know just the thing that can work.

Without another thought, you push your way through the crowd again and you’re spit back out into the clean, cut grass of the city square’s park. It isn’t that far from the villain, but enough to hide away from him and his quirk behind the bushes and trees situated here.

You look up and find Hawks perched in a tree, squatting on the thickest branch there. He stares at the villain in determination, obviously trying to come up with a plan until the other pros get here. 

You decide to help him out. Hoisting your foot up on the tree trunk, you grasp the lowest branch and pull yourself up until you have enough leverage to hoist yourself up on the branch. You do the same to the others above you until you are finally on a branch at the same level as Hawks, kneeling behind him.

“Hawks!” you hiss, startling him so much that his wings ruffle. He turns around, squinting confusedly at you. “Who the hell are you?” he questions. 

You begin to introduce yourself, but you’re cut off by the sudden heat that nearly singes your eyelashes off coming from behind you. You turn, finding yourself facing the Endeavor, decked out in his hero gear and sporting his aflame moon boots. Your stomach flips in panic at the sight of him. He truly is an intimidating person.

“Endeavor!” Hawks shouts as if he’s seeing an old friend. "You showed up! Is anybody else showin’ up soon? Please tell me Gang Orca is comin’.” 

Endeavor ignores him, his green eyes cutting across to you. “Who the hell is this?” he grumbles, scowling at you. You swallow hard, almost afraid to speak, but you won’t let this man catch you slipping. He’s just a human. A person.

“Night Claw,” you reply, giving him a friendly smile despite his hardened stare. “Listen, I don’t mean to interrupt your fight, but you’re never gonna get to that guy if it’s just the two of you. He’s too powerful and he already has one too many pros held up in his trap.” 

Endeavor’s stare only gets more intimidating. “So what do you suggest we do?” he cooly asks. “All of sudden, you’re gonna tell us how to do our job?” 

“Hold up, Enji,” Hawks says, Endeavor’s jaw setting at the mention of his birth name. “Let’s hear her out.” 

You raise your chin and square your shoulders, refusing to be spoken to by the pro. “To jog your memory, I’m the same vigilante who stopped that bank robbery and did your fuckin’ job before any of you could get there. I had them all tied up and ready to be arrested except for one.”

Endeavor’s eyes widen an inch at the harshness of your tone––and the balls you’ve got to talk to him in such a way. Hawks snaps his fingers in recognition. “Yeah, now I remember you!” he happily chirps. “That was you? Damn, girl, you must got some serious skills.” 

“Yes, and I know how to use them on this one.” You nod at the whirlpool that seems to have gotten bigger. It’s now towering over the tree you’re perched in.

“If we can get close enough, we’d need something sharp to destroy that whirlpool, and I’ve got just the thing.” You flash your claws at them, earning a chuckle from the winged hero. “Hawks, I’ll need you to fly me up over the whirlpool so I can jump inside. Endeavor, you’d distract him with your quirk. Maybe turn the water up too hot for him so he doesn’t notice me.” 

Your plan dawns across Hawks’ face. “Ohhh, I see. It could work and at this point, we’re out of options since some of our best are MIA.” He turns to the Endeavor, stroking the stubble on his chin. “What do ya think, Endeavor?” 

Endeavor’s forest-green eyes continue to stare you down, making you increasingly uncomfortable. “You’re a vigilante?” he acerbically asks you. Though your stomach flips in panic at being found out, you nod. “So you’re saying you’re not a trained, professional pro hero? You don’t have a license?”

Again, you nod, your heart pounding against your ribcage. “I have every right to turn you in to the police,” Endeavor growls, his eyes hot with disgust. “And if you continue to stand in the way of my job, I will. Stay in your lane, little girl.” With those words hanging in the air, he floats off toward the whirlpool, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. 

Hawks sighs heavily, looking at you apologetically. “Sorry about him. He’s a hothead, as I’m sure you’ve got already.”

But you’re not upset by Endeavor’s words. If anything, they only make you want to snag this villain even more. “I don’t give a fuck about what he says or if I’m arrested,” you determinedly growl as you begin to climb down the tree. “I’m helping my friends whether with help or not.” 

Hawks watches you go, his expression unreadable. “You’re friends with Eraserhead?” he curiously asks. You nod, grunting as you lower yourself down each tree branch. “And Midnight and Present Mic. We work together at UA.” Hawks quirks an eyebrow at this newfound information. “You a teacher?” 

“Counselor,” you correct him before getting back on the subject. “Those three are very special to me and I didn’t fully appreciate how much they had my back until now. I’ve been terrible to all of them, so now I have to make up for my stupid decisions.” When you’re finally at the last branch, you let your legs dangle for a moment before jumping down, hitting a squat once on the grass. 

When you look up, you squeak in surprise at Hawks now towering over you instead of sitting in the tree. He reaches a gloved hand down for yours, his golden eyes friendly.

“Then I’ll help you out,” he says with a quirk at the corner of his mouth. “That’s the best declaration of friendship if I’ve ever heard one before.” Your heart leaps for joy, relieved that you have help. With a grateful smile, you take Hawks’ hand and allow him to help you rise to your feet. 

After a moment of getting situated and Hawks advising you to “take a breath ‘cause it’s a bumpy ride”, you find yourself flying in the air with Hawks’ arms securely wrapped around your midsection as he zooms towards the whirlpool. Your heart hammers wildly in your chest and your eyes water as the wind hits them, causing you to blink rapidly.

The crowd of people you once stood in looks like ants now. The cop cars, trees, and buildings surrounding the area appear to be no more than miniature toys with how high up you are. But no matter how afraid you are, you don't dare move or change your mind. Not when your friends need you. 

“Higher, Hawks!” you shout among the wind in your ears. “I need to be directly above it! Damn, can’t your wings go any faster?” Hawks grunts above you, his wings straining against your body weight. “I’mma try but shit, you ain’t exactly light as feather, furry.” 

You don’t need to hear anything else. With one slow inhale, you shift into your feline form in Hawks’ arms. When he realizes that he is now holding a tiny, black cat instead of a whole person, he loses his shit. “Holy shit!” he laughs. “Talk about a quirk!”

Now having an easier time flying, he flaps his wings up to the very top of the whirlpool until he is hovering above it. Down below is the hole traveling down into the depths of Aqua Master’s creation, along with your friends and the other innocents trapped in the watery grave. 

“I’m as high as I can go,” Hawks grunts above you. “It’s all on you now, furry.”

Without a warning, he releases you and drops you down into the whirlpool, but you’re ready. Inhaling deeply, you shift back into your human as soon as you sink into the water. It is not as dark as you envisioned, but clear enough that you can see the dozens of bodies the villain collected––including Aizawa. He is farther at the bottom, his scarves and hair floating around him like seaweed. 

Anger floods within you as you swim towards Aqua Master who is still front and center in his whirlpool. When he senses you, he turns towards you, his locs floating around his head in streams of water. He scowls at you, probably wondering how you got in here.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asks, his voice rough and clear as day. You don’t give him a proper introduction. Instead, you charge at him and wrap your limbs around him, pushing him against the wall of the whirlpool. 

With one hand outstretched, you extract your claws and slash at the whirlpool’s wall. The little tears are enough to send the entire whirlpool to hell. Water begins to pool out of the tears until the liquid monstrosity is no more. Instead, it begins to pool into the streets, flooding them even more. The crowd below you moves back as bodies, including yourself and the villain, tumble down out of the whirlpool.

You feel like a fish out of water as you tumble onto the street with Aqua Master below you, your limbs still wrapped around him. You gulp down air and cough violently at the water in your lungs, soaked to the bone. Now you hate water even more now. You doubt you’ll be able to properly shower after this without having this come back to you.

You’re so involved with trying to breathe normally that you barely see Aqua Master’s next attack until he’s throwing you off of him. With a grunt, you hit the ground on your back, but you don’t have enough time to react. 

The villain is now standing above you, his limbs and hair now in physical form. He presses his foot into your chest, causing your windpipe to close up and your body to fight to breathe. You gasp and choke around his foot which continues to push into your chest, making it much harder to breathe.

“Now you’ve gone and done it, bitch,” he snarls. "You really thought you was doin’ somethin’ tryin’ to fight me. Now you’ll die just like the rest of these stupid ass people.” He then kneels above you, trapping you beneath his body, and loops his hands around your neck. 

“No!” you choke only to be silenced by a sudden wall of water encasing your head. You try to scream, but only air bubbles escape your mouth. “Have fun swimmin’ with the fishes, bitch,” the villain growls, his stare cold and deadly. 

This is the second time you’ve faced death by a villain, you realize. You can’t help but wonder how is it for actual pros to face something like this? To constantly be on the brink of death and not wondering if there’s an alternative career path they could take?

Your head suddenly becomes light and your eyes flutter, all thoughts and questions jumbled. Your lungs begin to burn and you know that it is only a matter of time until death takes you… 

Only it never does. The water surrounding your head disperses and you gasp in air, desperate for it. Aqua Master is now lying on his side, completely knocked out with Nemuri standing over him. She, too, is soaking wet, her mascara running and curls ruined, but she is still a knockout. You breathe a sigh of relief, mostly at her being okay rather than being saved by her quirk.

“Y/N!” she gasps, stepping over the villain’s body to kneel before you. “What are you doing here? Are you hurt? You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” 

Mic also comes to your aid, his sunglasses off and looking like a wet cat. He offers his hands for both you and Nemuri, pulling you to your feet. “You shouldn’t have gotten involved,” he says in a stern tone that you’ve never heard from him before. “Y/N, that was very dangerous what you just did.” Nemuri nods, glaring daggers at your stupid decision. 

But you just can't feel embarrassed. Seeing them standing there, still caring for you despite your bullshit, is all the confirmation you need to know that you did the right thing. You throw yourself at them and wrap your arms tight around them, squeezing their bodies to yours.

“I’m sorry,” you softly say, on the brink of tears. “I’m so sorry for everything. I’m just so happy you’re safe.” After a moment of silence, the two hug you back and Mic comfortingly strokes your hair. “Thanks to you and your crazy self,” Nemuri sighs, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

As laugh and pull away, giddy with joy and the feeling of accomplishing something impossible. But all of that giddiness fades when you see Aizawa lying face up yards away from you, his eyes closed and chest not moving. “Shouta!” you shout, immediately racing for him. Fear floods inside of you.

‘No…please, no. Don’t take him from Eri.’ 

You kneel beside Aizawa, scooping the back of his head into your hand. “Shouta, can you hear me?” you softly ask, your eyes flicking wildly across his face for any kind of sign of life. As if God hears you, Aizawa’s eyelids twitch once and a tiny groan leaves his lips. “Oh, thank God,” you sob, your thumb stroking his wet cheek. 

His eyes then slowly open, revealing two charcoal irises that stare in a daze into yours. “Y-Y/N?” he croaks out. “Why did you…did you…”

He searches your face for an answer, even being soaking wet and nearly facing death. You shake your head, still gently stroking his cheek. “I know you told me to leave, but I couldn’t,” you sob. "I’m sorry I’m so stubborn. I just couldn't face the thought of you being in danger.” 

Slowly, Aizawa sits up, grunting as he does. You move away from him to allow him space to breathe and move, but all he does is stare at you in awe, his plump lips parted. “Y/N, I–“ 

“Get your hands off of him!” The roar of Endeavor’s voice causes you to scramble away from Aizawa, your ears back and tail poofy with fear. You turn, finding Endeavor standing there with several police officers, a glare on his face.

“I specifically told you to stay out of the way and you didn’t listen to me,” he chastises you as if you’re his daughter. “Chief, that’s her. That Night Claw girl who has been prancing around without a license or a degree as a pro for months now!” 

The middle-aged, bald man standing beside him in a police chief uniform looks from the pro to you, his expression unreadable but still scaring the absolute shit out of you.

This is it––you’re going to get arrested. You’re going to lose your job. No one can help you now; not Aizawa, Nezu, or Mic and Nemuri who come to your aid. Not even Hawks who swoops down to land between you and Endeavor. “Enji, what are you doing?” he demands. “This girl just saved half of your coworkers’ lives!” 

“And yet she doesn’t have a license to practice saving lives, does she?” Endeavor snaps. Aizawa suddenly steps in front of you, blocking you from Endeavor’s angry eyes glaring into your soul.

“She works at UA, Enji,” he growls, his rage barely being contained. “She’s a counselor. The kids there have enough problems already that some of us professors can’t handle. She’s needed there, and I’m not gonna let you take that away from them or her.” 

Endeavor's eyes turn into sharp slits that target Aizawa, making your stomach flip in panic as if they’re about to fight. “And I’m not going to have anyone make a mockery out of being a pro hero,” he snarls. “People go through so much stress training and studying to get a license and degree to be a hero. People risk their lives every day to protect this damn city.” 

“And so did she!” Nemuri argues, her face red with rage. “If you got your head out of your ass, you would’ve seen what we did for all of us!”

Endeavor opens his mouth to rage on, but a sharp whistle sound cuts through the air, silencing all of you. The police chief drops a whistle from his mouth and stares you down, intimidating but not as fearful as Endeavor’s stare is. He eyes you up and down, sizing you up. 

“So it’s you?” he asks, not at all sounding angry. “You’re the reason street crime has been going down?” 

All eyes flick to yours, waiting to see if you’ll deny it or stand in your truth. Because you don’t want to lie anymore, because you want to be the best person you can be, you step from behind Aizawa’s big, tall body, presenting yourself to the chief. “I’d like to hope so, sir,” you softly reply. 

The chief suddenly looks apologetic and you know what’s coming next. “I’m sorry,” he sighs. “You have my full respect for your work and what you’ve done today, but…”

He digs into his pocket, revealing a ring of silver cuffs that have your gut twisting with fear. “Under the law, I can’t–“ 

He is interrupted by a sudden flash of a camera. Dozens of news cameras and microphones begin to surround you, pushing through to get to the pros. A newswoman dressed in her finest dress waves from behind two police officers, a microphone in her hand.

“Endeavor!” she shouts. “Eraserhead! Over here!” She shoves through the cops along with her own cameraman. Your heart leaps at the idea of being on TV, your face on every screen across Japan and possibly even further than that. 

Once the woman is through, she practically shoves the microphone into Aizawa’s face while the camera on the cameraman’s shoulder targets him with the aftermath of Aqua Master’s attack in the background. “Can you tell us anything about the villain you stopped today?” the newswoman asks feverishly. "Who was he? How did you stop him?” 

Despite his soaked and tired state, Aizawa doesn’t refuse to answer––or to give you your props. “It wasn’t either of us,” he replies. “While we put in work, it was really her.”

He nods at you standing like a deer frozen in headlights beside him. Your eyes trail over the cameras suddenly in your face and all of the eyes of the crowd on you making you feel like a hot spotlight is on you. You don’t know what to do. Your mind is completely blank. 

“Hey, miss!” the newswoman says, her microphone now directed at you. “What is your name? Are you a new professional hero?”

You’re silent, your mouth dry and nervous sweat collecting under your pits. Your eyes shift to the chief, wondering if he’ll slap the cuffs on you if you say anything at all. But to your shock, the chief has slipped the cuffs back into his pocket. All he does is give you a nod. One nod that says everything to you. 

You smile, your body flooded with joy, relief, and pride. So you turn to the newswoman and the other microphones that have begun to sneak toward your face. You lean down, speaking into the one nearest to your mouth.

“My name is Y/N L/N,” you proudly say. “I’m the vigilante known as Night Claw. Now I have to get back to work.” 

With a smile at the cameras and at a very angry Endeavor, you walk away from the news crews, cameras, police, and crowd of civilians that cheer you on as you strut past in your soaked sneakers. As you do, a Mercedes Benz stops beside you and out hops Gang Orca looking haggard in his tie and dress slacks. 

“Alright, I’m here,” he sighs. “I’m so sorry about my lateness. Traffic was horrible and…”

He stops, his eyes trailing over the chaotic sight in front of him. “Uh…am I late?” he asks, looking hesitant to know the answer.

You put a hand on the whale’s back, patting it. “Nothing you need to worry about, Mr. Orca, sir,” you reply with a smile. He gapes at you before you walk past him, heading back toward UA.

“Was that Y/N?” you hear Orca ask, baffled. “Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?” 

You don't turn around, not even to check on Aizawa. Your first job is done. Now you have another to take care of. 

**********

When you walk into Koa’s Purrr Palace that day, it is right after work ends and into the evening after you’ve run your errands. 

The little cat cafe is clean and tidy when you walk in, causing the bell overhead to jingle at your arrival. The floors are polished, the tables are cleaned, and the entire room smells like lavender which can only mean that closing time is soon. There is also the lingering scent of coffee and sugar in the air. 

An old woman–the same old woman who saved your life that fateful night–is just walking from behind the counter with a bottle of pine saw and a rag when she sees you.

“Oh, good evening!” she brightly greets you, a smile on her face that creates crinkles by her eyes.

You return the smile, standing awkwardly near the door. It’s so strange to be back here after so long. “Hi,” you timidly say. "I’m sorry it’s so late.” 

Koa, the old woman and the owner of this cute little establishment waves a passive hand, scoffing. “Nonsense! It isn't too late to visit unless the closed sign goes up.”

She puts the pine saw and rag down on a nearby table where a bouquet of cut yellow roses sits. “So how can I help you, dear?” she asks, her kindness making you feel like a little girl.

You clutch your purse in front of you. “I’d like to adopt a cat, please,” you reply. “Not for me, but for someone else as a gift. They love cats.”

Your stomach flips for some reason as you say this, probably because you’re actually going through with this random ass idea that you came up with right as you arrived at UA. You don’t know if Aizawa will even want another pet after what you put him through, but you have to at least try. 

Koa puts a hand on her heart, practically swooning at your request. “Well, how sweet of you!” she coos. “Any particular breed they like?” She begins to walk you over to the front counter where a few cages of kittens and cats sit, most of them asleep. 

“No, they’re pretty open to whatever,” you answer, knowing damn well you’re just spitting BS because you have no idea what kind of cat breed Aizawa likes. “Just a cat that is very friendly, affectionate, and isn’t too keen on the outside.” 

“Well, I’m sure we can find you the perfect one that checks all of those boxes.” Koa motions to the cages presented in the front for the picking. “Let me just check the back to see if we have any cats left. We’ve had so many adoptions ever since Eraserhead visited here. Such a doll, he is, but quite stoic.”

Your heart leaps and your cheeks flush at the mention of Aizawa, especially the way Koa describes him. ‘He is definitely a doll,’ you think, smiling to yourself. 

Koa leaves you to your own devices as she goes into the back, humming as she does. Your eyes begin to roam over the many felines in their cage condos, most of them asleep. You feel an overload of cuteness from the different cat breeds you see snuggled up in their cat beds or with each other: tabbies; Persians; ragdolls; calicos…

Your eyes stop when you land on one calico in particular.

It is small, still a kitten, and the only one not sleeping. Instead, it is playing with a little ball that hangs from a string in its cage, its tiny paws flashing with claws that it knows how to use.

You are not just enchanted by its cuteness but its pattern. It is an unusual but beautiful swirl of browns, whites, and tans that almost appears a shade of pink. Its nose is tiny and pink, its eyes two big jades that seem so full of innocence.

What stands out to you about this kitten, other than its pattern and cuteness, is the tiny scar that lies under its left eye. It is small and white as if something knicked its fur at some point. Reminds you of someone you know well.

You move closer to the cage, careful not to startle the tiny thing. “Sps-sps,” you whisper. The kitten’s head whips towards you, its ears perked up.

“Hello,” you coo. “What’s your name?”

The kitten softly mews at you, answering you back. You push your finger through one of the cage holes, allowing the kitten to sniff you. Deciding it likes you, it presses its head against your finger and begins to purr. 

“Oh, so you met our new addition!” Koa smiles at you, returning to her post. “We brought her in about a week ago. She’s still a kitten, but was probably the runt of her siblings due to her small size and pattern so her mother possibly abandoned her. When one of my employees found her, she was lying under some bushes near her apartment complex, eating some food someone left her.” 

Your heart breaks at the poor little kitten's story as she continues to run her nose against your finger. “She’s extremely friendly and playful,” Koa giggles. “She's awfully tiny though. I was afraid to pick her up when I first saw her. It’s clear she’s been through some rough patches however long she was alone, but she’s still so kind. Such a sweetheart.” She presses her hand against the cage, earning the kitten’s affection and purrs. 

Your heart breaks even more for the poor animal. She’s so touch-starved and in need of love from a good owner. You’ve never been more certain that Aizawa and Eri would be great owners for her.

“You said she could’ve possibly been abandoned for her pattern?” you ask Koa, earning a solemn nod. “How is that even possible? She looks like one of those Neapolitan ice cream swirls.” 

And then, like a lightbulb flickering on in your brain, a name comes to you: “Nea,” you coo. “Little Nea.”

As if liking that choice, the kitten slowly blinks at you, a tiny mew leaving her mouth. You turn to Koa, already taking your credit card out of your purse. “I’ll take her.” 

That late night, after returning home with little Nea and leaving her to lay in your bed, you enter your clean, neat bedroom and bend down to look under your bed.

There, a chest sits, untouched for weeks now. You pull it out and open it, revealing your Night Claw outfit, still sleek and clean. You’re so glad you decided to place it in the chest instead of keeping it in the duffle bag you’ve often stored it in. Thank God you’re thinking differently now. 

You pull your mask out of the chest, smiling fondly at it. “Hi again, baby,” you whisper. “I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you. Let’s make up right here, right now.” 

Without another word, you place your mask on your face and suit up. Your suit, still fierce and sexy, still fits like a glove no matter how much time has gone by.

And as you stand in the mirror with the window wide open for your exit, feeling like a brand new woman, you know that you’ve been forgiven.